Multi-Fandom Reader Insert One-Shots

Protective of His (Michael Myers)

You wake up warm and cozy in your bed, nestled against Michaels imposing form. Like many nights, he was lying a bit stiffly on his back while you mostly snuggled against him. He made no indication he minded, and you knew he would let you know for sure if you overstepped a boundary. You stretched an arm over his chest and let out a content sigh, glancing upwards to his masked face. You were sure he was awake, looking back at you. He never slept much.

It was a strange predicament you found yourself in with the infamous Michael Myers. You had first met him when you moved in, completely new to the town and unaware of the local stories. You found him bloodied and injured, and not thinking twice about it you helped him with the best of your abilities. You weren't sure why he didn't kill you after you finished bandaging a gash on his arm, and you weren't sure why you are now snuggled up in bed with him either. He rarely ever talks unless it is something super important. But he must have his reasons.

"I have to leave the house, I got shopping to do." You sighed. Michaels muscles tensed even more when you mentioned leaving. "I know, it is my day off but we are low on food and some other items."

He let out a sigh.

"I will be quick. I'll leave now while its still early to beat the crowds." You hoist yourself up to a sitting position and slowly leaned in and placed a kiss on the latex cheek of the mask. He slowly shifted his head to face yours and you knew what he wanted; it was practically the morning ritual. Carefully you slowly lift the bottom of his mask up, stopping just below his nose, and planted a chaste kiss to his lips. Michael, seemingly wanted more, took his hand and placed it on the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue evading your mouth.

He allowed you to break away, you were left slightly breathless, as you moved his mask back down. You gave him a grin and a small chuckle before leaving the comfort of your bed to get dressed. Michael followed suit, and just followed you as you did your morning routine. That was the normal. He simply followed you around the house and followed you at a distance while at work. Sometimes he would leave the residence to do who knows what (you chose not to dwell on that too much, but knew perfectly well what he does). Sometimes he would simply stay put in the house, and today seemed to be that day.

"Alright, I should be back in 30 minutes, maybe under that depending on how busy it is. If you leave just place my cat magnet back on the fridge." You exited your home, leaving the door unlocked and made your way to the store on foot. It was about a ten minute walk and you needed to save some money on gas. The scenery was nice this time of year and a little walking never did too much harm

The grocery store was relatively busy when you entered, causing you to mentally curse as you grabbed a cart. You began grabbing the essentials in the health section and the cleaning section. You have used up a lot of bleach and floor cleaner thanks to Michael. Next you moved onto produce starting briefly in the meats and warming your way to snacks and dried produce. You grabbed foods you knew Michael liked and as you reached down to grab a pack of Oreos to share, a strange chill went down your spine.

It felt like eyes were watching you.

Given that you lived with The Shape of Haddonfield, you've grown accustomed to having eyes constantly on you. But you were accustomed to Michaels eyes, not whoever's were on you now. Gripping the cookies tight you glanced around the aisle and saw a tall, lanky man at the far end of aisle, his sunken eyes trained on you. You tossed the snack in the cart and with a quickened pace you head in the direction away from him, hoping it was just a momentary thing or just a weird coincidence.

You grabbed other snacks half hazardly, realizing the man was still following you through the various aisles. Deciding to say fuck it, you hastily went to the check out and entered a lane with no one in it. As the young cashier scanned your items and placed them in three bags, you kept looking at your immediate surroundings for the man. You didn't catch sight of him.