#michael myers 1978

[rabbitblackx]

Michael and Brahms with a shy s/o that they always catch staring and it's because now that the s/o saw their faces, they can't get his pretty face out of their head

Michael and Brahms with a Shy!Reader that’s always caught staring

Michael Myers💖

It took a long time for Michael to finally show you his face. But, god… it was so worth it. You couldn’t get his handsome face out of your head. Just the mere thought made you blush bright red!

When sitting at home with Michael, he always caught you staring. It was so embarrassing for you, especially since it always happened. He glared back at you from behind his mask, silently demanding to know why you were staring

“I’m sorry, Michael!” You stammered bashfully, covering your red face. “I just… you’re just so pretty under that mask. I wish…” your voice suddenly grew small, and you turned your head away shyly. “I wish I could see it more.” You squeaked

After a few painfully quiet moments, you jumped when you felt Michael’s calloused hand grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your glassy eyes widened in awe, as his unmasked face stared back at you. You practically crumbled apart under his piercing glare, as he asked you a question, using only his black eyes

Do you love me?

Michael’s hand gently slid down your jawline, resting comfortably around your throat. “Yes…” you whimpered barely above a whisper

I love you too.

Michael’s grip on your neck tightened, and his lips slammed onto yours

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms was always a little embarrassed when he caught you staring. Which was ironic, since you were much more shy. It was happening more and more often, where you would steal glances his way when he wasn’t looking

“Why are you staring at me, pretty?” Brahms finally asked in his deep, raspy voice

Your face blushed a bright red, and you looked away shyly. “Because, um… I think you’re really cute. Especially without your mask. You’re so…” you shifted uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. “You’re so… handsome…” you giggled nervously

A blush was quickly creeping across Brahms’ own face behind his mask. His heart pounded against his chest, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He huffed as his breath grew quicker and heavier, tugging off his mask with haste

“Really?” Brahms asked hopefully, leaning in close

You couldn’t bring yourself to shy away from his advances, staring in awe at his beautifully scarred features. “Yeah…” you nodded

Brahms didn’t care if he made you nervous or bashful, he grabbed your sides and thrusted you forward. “Tell me that again… tell me that again and kiss me.” He groaned

You trembled in his grasp, secretly loving every little bit of it. “You’re handsome.” You moaned, cupping his burned face and ghosting your lips over his. “And I love you.” You added, before kissing him deeply

[osirisisv]

Here.

What you always wanted. 🍬💕

Michael is too shy to kiss you yet, he hopes this is enough <3

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!

From our beloved boy mickey 🥰❤️💕

[rosytintedlights]

I feel like since Michael didn’t get a lot of enrichment time in the hospital, he probably would really enjoy colorful kids shows. Like I really believe if Michael was being a lil too sassy you could turn on SpongeBob or something and he would short circuit and sit and watch till he gets bored.

So let’s say Reader was upset that he was getting blood on the carpet or he kept stealing their hidden snacks and Michael was getting irritated at the absolutely true accusations, they could probably turn on the tv to Cartoon Network and he’d calm down for a lil while.

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Tender Moments with old man Michael Myers

@brandnewhuman , come get your GILF

Household chores. Hear me out, he loves feeling normal. Doing the mundane things makes him feel normal. Laundry, raking leaves, doing dishes. Anything that he's seen couples do together.

Movie Nights. Surprise, surprise. Michael loves horror movies. But he's willing to forgo if it's not your thing. Has been known to just casually throw on musicals. He has a penchant for Meet me in St Louis. But don't bring it up.

Shopping. Let's assume you take Michael far away from the town of Haddonfield. Somewhere his face isn't plastered on ever window. He doesn't like the actual shopping part of shopping, but he loves being around you. Scary dog privilege.

Sleeping. Okay, yes he loves cuddling. Fight me. Holding you in his arms reminds him that you are real. Not a drug induced dream, a figment of his imagination. Your physical presence so close to him grounds him.

Pumpkin Carving. Yeah, yeah. How very cliche. But really, he loves doing halloween activities with you. Reminds him of his childhood years before the incident. He isn't a big fan of big halloween parties, so avoid those.

Cat Cafés. Michael Myers loves cats. A lot more than dogs (seriously, don't let him around dogs) But holy hell, when you told him about cat cafés, his mind was blown. I don’t care how far it is, take the old man to a cat café..

PDA. Bordering on not tender is his overwhelming desire to touch you. Hand holding, hugging from behind, kissing. Anything that let's people know you're taken. As had full blown makeout sessions in front of coworkers.

Walks. Don't forget to take your Michael out for walkies. He gets restless if you don't. Unlike Jason, he isn't found of nature walks. He's more of a park person. If you two live in a more secluded area, he might enjoy it. As long as it's not cold.

Massage. Speaking of cold, his old man bones set up bad during cold days. At first, in the beginning of your relationship, he is skeptical to have you touch him. He will still be at the point where human contact is not always mean affection. But give it a month or so, and he will warm up to it. Expect him to randomly sit between your legs and push his shoulders into you. This is your sign to rub his shoulders.

Your song

[galactic-spectre]

Cant remember where I got the meme from but have a Mikey!

[immodestmussorgskyy]

bc look we all know 1978 michael was a pretty boy

hello! i havent posted in for fucking ever lol

[hanighul]

🎃 Carving pumpkins with Michael Myers 🎃

[rattiwolf]

old drawing of good ol' mikey

[michaelmyers-isdaddy]

random michael myers hc nobody asked for |

plus-sized/chubby s/o

I was bored so I came up with a few headcanon's plus i apologize to my followers I haven't been active lately because I've been gaming to much😅 anyways I hope you all enjoy!

@ddeadlystbbxx i was listening to streets by doja cat while I wrote this

micheal found out how he felt for you through romance movies. you had to go to work so you just put on a random movie on for him to give him something to do. he wanted to kiss you so bad but he didn't know how so he would pay closer attention to the kiss scenes in movies. and surprisingly he is a good kisser.

if you are plus-sized or chubby you will make his cold heart melt. he loves giving you hugs and cuddling he especially loves laying his head on those thicc thighs 😉 and if you're feeling down about your body he will worship your body for hours, he thinks your an absolute goddess and he will make damn sure you will feel like one too.

though he doesn't have mommy issues he loves it when you get protective of him or when you're motherly, one time he burned up with fever while coming down with a cold and you took care of him taking his temperature every 4 hours and making him soup, he loved getting all of your attention so much he faked being sick for a few more days.

even though he is stubborn he lowkey  loves when you pamper him, one night he came home full of dirt and blood so you ran him a bath and scrubbed and massaged him, you actually had to wake him up a few times.

he likes to watch you put your make-up on he doesn't know why you need it but it fascinates him watching you put it on kinda creeped out by your false eyelashes though, like one time you left them on the bathroom counter top and he slammed his hand down on them like 10 times thinking it was a spider, you had to stop him from taking his knife out and stabbing them.

michael wouldn't want to think of you as his girlfriend he thinks of you as his wife, to him it means that you're his forever. he will eventually get you a ring (more like steal but that's okay he's doing his best) he will hunt for married couples more often, if he finally finds a ring that reminds him of you he will take it, when he gets home he gives it to you not bothering to wash the blood off.

if you have mental or physical illnesses and your not feeling good on some days he will stay with you like I'm talking glued to your side, he is also 1000000% protective mode if you're ill, if you're sleeping and the neighbors are cutting their lawn or making any kind of ruckus he will silence them if you know what I mean. 🔪🔪🔪

he loves your cooking even if you burned the food he will eat it.

he only talks to you but not full sentences just words he is more of showing actions rather than words, he will compliment you all the time he'll say words like "pretty or "beautiful" in a deep voice.

if you're going in the shower or bath he will follow. to him it's just an excuse to see you naked.

[reijniana]

Indecision

Author’s Note: Hello hello! I have been working on this part for a bit and I really hope you enjoy! If there’s any odd sentences or poor grammar - thank my 3AM brain for adding in a bit of spice. This is the follow-up to Foolish. TW: AFAB Reader, Mentioning Gore, Threats of Reader’s Death, Dub-con, Creampie, Painful Sex (You know Michael gets what he wants when he wants.) The abrupt banging on your door and sound of police sirens woke you up. Somehow, you had managed to fall asleep on the couch, even though Michael was sitting right next to you. The bowl of popcorn was nowhere to be seen and neither was Michael. The incessant banging made you groan, pulling the blanket off--

Blanket?

You shook your head and pushed the thought aside, standing up and shuffling to the door while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The moment the lock clicked open and the handle was turned, you were greeted with the sight of multiple police officers shining flashlights on you, making you wince from the sudden blinding light. Their faces were obscured, but their tense nature was apparent.

“Hello, Officers,” you muttered, still trying to push your sleepy haze from your mind, leaning against the door while you held it open. Without a word, a few of the flashlights turned off and one even sighed in relief.

“Hello Miss. We’ve been ordered to secure your property and neutralize any threat. Last report of your whereabouts came from the hospital, where Michael Myers had kidnapped you and stolen your car. We have reasonable suspicion that he is here on your property. It’s a miracle you’re still alive,” the sheriff declared. Each word he said somehow made you even more confused. You looked back into the house, only then spotting the white mask peering through the back window. The dark silhouette unmoving.

“Oh? Well I’m sorry to say, but I haven’t seen him. I’d assume he’s headed towards his childhood home, like he did the last time he got out. You’re free to search the area, but I haven’t seen or heard anything,” you felt your heart plummet as you covered for the murderer. To you, Michael was just a man who wasn’t given a chance. Your parents knew the Myers and they often talked about how abuse and neglect ran rampant in the home. In a twisted way, you wanted to care for him, but you knew you could never provide what he needed. Ultimately, he chose you. The first person to be with Michael Myers outside of Smith’s Grove and survive.

“We’ll be on the lookout, ma’am. Lock your doors and windows. Do call if there’s anything out of the ordinary,” the sheriff concluded, the other officers preparing their canines to search the premises. The calmness of it all didn’t feel right, especially since they had stated hard evidence and didn’t question further. It remained on your mind as you closed the door behind you. A sigh left your lips and for a moment, you felt like your world was falling apart.

Just as the first tear fell, a hand gripped your shoulder, turning you around and shocking the sadness from your mind. A rough but articulate finger wiped the tear away, Michael’s blue eyes coldly staring you down from behind the mask. He slowly shook his head back and forth before standing back upright and quietly leaving your side. He went upstairs, likely to watch the police officers scurry around in hopes of finding him. Each movement he made was as silent as the night and you could barely take anymore of this nonsense so you headed to your room upstairs as well, a stressed sigh coming from your lips while you shut the light off in your room. Once you laid down, your eyes stayed wide open, watching the police shine their flashlights through the forest.

Your home wasn’t safe for you anymore. It was a fact that sunk into the core of your body, knotting up your stomach until you felt nothing but guilt, ashamed for letting Michael get away with such a thing. He killed without remorse and, what you had learned from the chatter, he seemed to enjoy it, arranging corpses in different manners and even decorating one with his sister’s gravestone. Dr. Loomis was welded to the fact that he was the embodiment of pure evil, that he should be euthanized for the crimes he committed. Plenty objected to the idea, while plenty agreed. The only reason he was still alive at Smith’s Grove is because of the continual questioning and testing on him. While working at the hospital, you learned how far kindness went with the people there - people who were considered to be “lost hopes” - but they were humans, just as you were. The way the staff treated them was akin to rabid animals. The only time you had spent a substantial amount of time with Michael was when one of Loomis’ nurses had contracted a severe case of the flu. You were the only one who accepted the position as others feared for their lives. Like always, he was silent, his one unwounded eye watching you with his other patched and bandaged. You were given the task to clean the bandages as necessary and record any distinct movements or any verbalizations. Each time you came close to Michael, it was with respect, not standing away and reaching towards him like he was a feral cat about to pounce. He was restrained to his seat and you pulled up a chair next to him, having all your supplies in a small tray in your lap. He was stone-cold and the only sort of interaction you had was when you had patched him up for the last time and explained that the other nurse was coming back. He nodded and his blue eyes left you while the guards took him back to his room.

You never knew if he remembered you, until now.

🙤 ·•⋅⋅⋅•· ꕥ ·•⋅⋅⋅•· 🙦

Hours after the police had concluded their search and told you that they’d come back tomorrow, you thanked them and one shook your hand, kissing your knuckles and making you fake a giggle. When you closed the door, you could feel his eyes on you, but like normal, you never knew from where. Starting to head upstairs, a hand wrapped around your long hair and tugged you backwards. You lost your balance and stumbled into his chest, your heart immediately pumping from the idea of a threat. Your face paled and you felt a cold knife against your neck. Was he going to kill you now? Had he gotten what he wanted and was going to finish the job? You gulped and closed your eyes, waiting for the blade to slide across your neck like a hot knife to butter. It was still, but remained a threat while the brick wall of a man pushed you forwards up the stairs and into your bedroom. Once you were there, the hand let go of your hair only to shove you down to the floor with excessive force. The thud from the fall made pictures on your desk rumble, the dark looming figure above you unmoving, unwilling to give you any expression to work off of. The glinting light of the blade was the only queue you had to think about what he was going to do. With your hands raised to your chest and palms spread out, your chest heaved with each breath, the fear of death making every instinct in your body to run.

Movement. He knelt over you, his face about an arms reach away when he raised the knife over his head, his hand snatching your neck, and your hands shivering with fear. You felt the muscles in his body flex when he swung the knife down, making you shriek and squeeze your eyes shut. The blade only moments from sinking into your flesh when -

THUD.

You open your eyes and see the light of the moon shimmering on the knife mere centimeters from your head. Had he missed? No, Michael was experienced. He never missed. The terror in your body made your legs feel like lead, your hands slowly curling up and resting on your chest. He stared down at you, the slightest bit of light letting you know that he was intent on watching you; drinking in your fear and breathing it in. You trembled below him, making his hand tighten around your throat. Your breaths became shallow wheezes, your whole body shaking below him as you struggled to breathe. The darkness in your vision slowly crept in when his hand was removed, allowing you to suck in a full breath of air while a thundering headache rushed into your head. Was he apprehensive to kill you? Did he make some sort of mistake? Your thoughts ran wild, trying to think why he wouldn’t finish you off when you were clearly vulnerable to him currently.

Without warning, his weight was shifted off of you and you found yourself barely able to stand up before you were thrown to your bed like a sack of potatoes. The behemoth of a man crawled over you once again, only now he pushed your legs apart and let them rest on his hips. Everything was moving so fast and you could only blink a few times while he unzipped his mechanic’s coveralls, his needy fingers hooking onto your sweatpants and tugging them down.

“Now-.. Michael! Wait a second…-” you stammered, struggling to say anything as your sweatpants were pulled off, your womanhood concealed behind a thin layer of cotton fabric. His hands didn’t heed to your word until you grabbed his wrist, his head slowly shifting upwards to glare at you. With a single look, you were left speechless. “I…I-... We don’t-... know each other like this!” you protested, his cold gaze giving you nothing to work off of.

“Mine.”

Your jaw went slack and your eyes widened, the grip on his wrist loosening as he uttered his first word to you. It sounded like more of a growl from his unused vocal chords. The husky and guttural sound of his voice made your stomach flutter, his first word only leaving even more of a mark as he claimed you as his. It left you speechless, blinking lazily like a fool until his hand moved again towards your hip, the protest within you had partially evaporated. In all honesty, you knew how handsome he was under that mask and couldn’t help but ogle from time to time, but you also worried that if you protested any more, he would sink his knife into your chest and move on. Michael was enigmatic and you didn’t want to have him murder you just because you wanted to force the killer to ask for consent.

His deft hands discarded your panties on the floor and he pressed his clothed groin between your legs, letting you feel how excited he was from toying with you - making you fear him. The size took a moment for you to register in your brain, feeling his slow grinding making him twitch against you. The clothing made it hard to tell, but he didn’t keep you waiting. It was like he read your mind with how quickly he pushed his coveralls off his waist, letting his feverish erection lay on top of your pubic bone. It made you gulp as you looked down, the length of it alone sending a shiver up your spine. He pulled back his hips, finding the warmest and slickest part of you, pressing into you without a care of how you felt.

You winced, feeling him buck his hips forward to try to fully plunge himself into you. His cock pressed up against your cervix, making you wince whenever he tried to push forward even more. Eventually, with another rough thrust, the head slipped upwards from your cervix, pressing deep into you until he bottomed out. The feeling of having him adventure that deep into you left you speechless. There was no foreplay and you were barely aroused by the time he forced himself into you, yet he managed to submerge into your core. Your hand went to your lower abdomen when he pulled back his hips, only to slam in again and make you let out the most primal moan you had ever managed to make. The head of his cock pushed up enough to make a small lump form on your lower abdomen. Just the idea of him hitting such a sensitive spot had made you aroused to a point that even he felt the difference, letting out a low and almost silent vocalizations while he built up rhythm.

Your head fell back onto your pillows and his hands went to your waist, gripping onto you so hard you felt the small capillaries pop under his fingers. Your brow furrowed and your body threatened to clamp down onto him, making him shudder while you continued to moan and whimper under him, every inch of your body inviting him to lay claim to the most precious part of your body. To say you lusted for him would be an understatement. You *hungered* for him, wanting him to set you over that edge, wanting him to make you fold over in pleasure. The mask above you retained the mystery behind the man’s expression, but you could see his eyes watching every thrust he made, watching the sticky lubricant cling between the rough clapping of skin against skin.

The moment his thrusting increased was the moment you felt the barrier snap open, making you howl out in ecstasy while your back lifted up, burying your head into the pillows while your muscles clamped down around him. You continue to gush a few moments after your climax has subsided, his hips still keeping up a ruthless pace and leaving no worry to the reddening skin on your thighs and ass. Each of his thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure over you, your sensitivity heightened to a point that his brutal thrusts made you cry out in pleasure. In the blink of an eye, one hand lifted from your waist and gripped onto your neck, the veins in his forearm popping out as he squeezed, his hips pumping as fast as he could when he reached his climax, only to finish by roughly slamming into you. Your wide and teary eyes gazed up at him with a weakness that even he was consumed by. The vice grip from his hand released and you heaved, sucking in a breath of air while he kept himself inside you, his hands curling up and steadying him while sweat beaded up on his bare chest, each breath of his blowing hot air from the nose and eye holes of the mask.

Your eyelids become heavy, slowly settling down until he ends up moving, lifting himself off you and moving towards the bathroom. Every ounce of energy you had was all used up in the orgasm you had. Each muscle in your body trembled, struggling to relax while you slowly came down from your high. Just as you began to doze off, the mattress under you dipped down and Michael’s maskless breaths graced your ears, but you were much too tired to open your eyes.

[lkr-rath]

•The Shape•

Halloween 1978

IG:Lkr_rath

Tumblr only post for now ;)

[rabbitblackx]

I really love your works!! Could i please request our quiet boys (Jason and Michael) getting scared by reader not waking up in the morning, think this way, reader loves to make breakfeast for them, or even wake them up with kisses, and even when they wake up before reader, they are too easy to wake, but age comes for everyone, and one day they just wake up before reader and they just wont budge, what would they do? ((reader is alive!!! they were just having a good sleep 😉))

Ahh thank u!!! :’)💞

Michael and Jason when Reader won’t wake up

Michael Myers💖

Michael was very much used to waking up to the smell of you making breakfast. That, or having to shove you off him from kissing him. So this morning, you could’ve imagined his displeasure to find you still asleep

Michael slowly rose from bed, beady eyes locked on your sleeping form. He lost internet in you quickly though, throwing his legs over the bed and getting up. Usually, this was when you would stir awake. He was aware that he was warm and… cuddly. The instant lack of this next you should’ve done the trick, but you still slept

Michael decided that he was not starting his morning without you. He was not making his own breakfast. He walked over to your side of the bed, looming over you menacingly. Instead of stabbing the shit out of you, he rose his hands and shook you. You did not budge. Michael shook you harder, harder, rougher—but still nothing. He tilted his head. You weren’t…? Dead, were you…?

You laid before the killer dead still, draped in blankets with a relaxed face. Michael lifted his pointer finger, and jabbed it roughly into your cheek. No reaction

In a fit of panic, Michael grabbed the sheet itself from under the mattress and yanked it up. He threw it to the floor, with you, the pillows and blankets all inside

“MICHAEL, WHAT THE HELL?” You screeched from under the pile of bedding

Michael stared down at the mess he made, feeling a little silly… okay, you were clearly not dead. Now what? You struggled to get out of your bedsheet cocoon, not really understanding what was happening. When you finally broke free, you looked at the bare mattress on your bed, then at Michael

“What the hell happened?” You demanded

Michael obviously didn’t reply. He was just relieved you were alive, and a little embarrassed. He simply left the room, to the kitchen and set his butt down at the table. Okay, you were awake. It was Michael’s breakfast time now :)

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason was always lovingly stirred from sleep by the smell of hot breakfast on the table. That, or you attacking his unmasked face in kisses. It didn’t matter which. He was happy with either. But this morning, Jason woke up before you

You laid there next to him, stiff as a board and draped in blankets. He stared down at you for a few moments, before rising from the bed. Usually, the loss of warmth and weight from Jason woke you up. But you still slept…

Jason stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to stir. He didn’t care for starting his morning without you. He had grown too attached. When you still wouldn’t budge, he shuffled over to your side of the bed and shook you. Still nothing

Jason tore the blankets off your body, shaking you rougher than before. He was starting to get a little worried now. He grabbed your face in his big hand, shaking your head too. He hadn’t felt panic in so long, and didn’t know what to do. Jason grabbed you by your ankle, and tugged you off the bed with a mighty pull

“Ow!”

You hit the floor face first, your limbs all jumbled up. You turned on your side, an unimpressed frown on your lips as your stared up at the culprit. Jason’s eyes widened in surprise, tense shoulders slowing relaxing

“Jason…? Why am I on the floor?”

Jason bent over slightly to carefully pull you back up, perching your bum on the bed. He stared down at you for a few long moments, looking like a guilty dog. You were too tired and grumpy to break the silence, your arms crossed over your chest

Jason was overcome with an alien joy that you weren’t dead. He didn’t know what he’d do without you. He slowly sat down next to you, shakily wrapping his strong arms around you. It was hard to stay mad at him. You leaned your head against him, offering a sleepy hum

[osirisisv]

Michael will protect you from anything! 😈🪡✨

He is you lucky charm ☺️💕

I want to make this now with Thomas too 😊❤️

[slxsher-whxre]

I hate people that ship Michael Myers and Laurie Strode. THEY’RE FUCKING SIBLINGS WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Chance of storms on Tuesday night

When a storm rolls in, who else can you turn to?

*Places another Michaelfic at the feet of @brandnewhuman * My lord, I hope this pleases you. May you bless our gremlin bounty.

AN: totally had a tornado siren go off while in Kansas. Turns out that it was testing day. I nearly shat myself

After your fight with Michael Myers, you didn't know what to do with yourself.

Having been in a relationship with the Shape of Haddonfield this long, you understand that things with him didn't always go the normal relationships would. He had isolated, left alone in his cell with nothing but his boiling anger. He couldn't understand the intricacies of romance.

He began distancing himself.

Of course, Michael, being the human reincarnation of a cat, had always been a little bit more on the reclusive side. Even with you. You understood that when you got into this. Very early on, you had learned to comfort yourself, more or less.

But he'd never been this distant.

Even in the beginning of this relationship, there was always Michael's version of intimacy. Small gestures to show you he cared. Head pats, random stolen kisses, little rocks and stones he'd find that reminded him of your eyes.

CRACK

You jumped in your seat, hands darting up to your ears. A whimper escaped your throat, you body shaking as you cowered in the corner of the bathroom. Ever since you were little, storms scared you. While you loved the rain, everything else else that came with it-

BOOM

You hated that.

Curling up on the floor, you let out a broken sob. No matter how hard you pressed your hands against your ears, you could not block out the sound. It ran through your body and rattled your bones.

Where's Michael when you needed him?

Who knows? Probably off committing crimes of some sort. He loved a good rainy crime, made it much more dramatic.

CRACK

The bathroom door flew open, slamming against the wall. You shrieked, sitting up and pushing yourself into the corner. It took a second for your bleary eyes and your fear-stricken mind to understand what you were seeing.

There stood Michael, soaking wet in coveralls. His chest heaving with each breath. He lifted his hand, tearing his mask off, throwing it down to the floor. His eyes met yours, a light shimmer of tears in his.

BOOM

You flung yourself forward, Michael catching you in his arms. He sunk down, knees hitting the linoleum below. You sobbed into his chest, your hands gripping the fabric "I was so scared!"

Michael's hands ran up and down your back. He gathered you in his arms, picking you up from the floor. Walking down the hall, he brought you to your bedroom, setting you down on the bed. As he turned to walk away, you gasped "P-Please don't leave me alone. "

Michael stopped, turning to look at you. You reached out your hands towards him "I know we fought, and I'm sorry for what I said."

Michael walked over to the bed, standing in front of you. His hands reached up, cradling your face, thumbs wiping away stray tears. You leaned into his touch "I love you, Michael. So much. And I'm sorry for not understanding."

You placed your head against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck "You've seen so much terrible things, so much unhealthy ideas of love. What it means to love. And to be loved. "

Michael moved your tired body, lying you down on the bed. He moved the covers over you, snuggling up against you. His voice was soft when he told you he loved you too.

[galactic-spectre]

Any time someone mentions one of my favorite slashers