The Handsome And His Beast (Michael Myers x Male! Reader)

3- ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ

The male sat in his room. 3 weeks. It's been three weeks since Michael had last seen the new male that started working at the asylum. He was frustrated his voices screaming out causing him to snap and kill a nurse the other day only prolonging his separation from Y/N...no... His Y/N. He heard the door creak open as he huffed silently having a feeling it was the crazy old doctor.

"Now Michael....you haven't been doing anything your supposed to.... If you want to see Y/N ever I suggest you start behaving." Loomis hissed feeling a little cocky today especially since he held Y/N away from Michael. Figuratively of course.

"........................." He shook seething in pure anger as he shot up out of his bed backing the doctor into the wall before roughly slamming his fist into the wall breaking his knuckles though it wasn't obvious he did such at the time.

"Michael go back to your bed... If you behave and take your meds you might be able to see him tomorrow..." He placed his hands on his hips his brown eyes narrowed as he glared at the tall lanky male.

He reluctantly went back to his bed burying himself under the blankets as he slammed his fists on the bed in pure anger like a child throwing a big fit still staying on the bed as he was told. Loomis set the tray of food down and his cup of meds along with a cup of water.

"If I come back and this is taken care of I'll consider bringing Y/N in." He grinned feeling powerful about the whole situation watching Michael throw a fit was empowering especially since he didn't try to hurt the doctor once.

~A week later~

Michael has been surprisingly well behaved during the week and today he was going to see Y/N. The heavy metal door creaked open as Y/N stepped in smiling sadly afraid that Michael was upset at him for being away for so long.

"Hi Michael...sorry for leaving you for so long...I..." Michael cut him off roughly pulling the male into his arms as he carried him to his bed immediately. He buried his face in his locks of hair as he immediately relaxed his big burly hands gently held his waist as Y/N blushed at the contact.

"Someone missed me huh?" His sad smile turned into a happy one as he looked up at the masked male gently cupping his masked cheeks.

The silent male nodded slightly pressing his nose against the nose of Y/N. Before the male could stutter anything out Michael had him sit criss crossed as he laid his head in the males lap nudging his hand wanting his hair played with.

"Alright Mikey I'll play with your hair... Poor thing probably worried sick about me..." Michael grunted blushing a little as he furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't exactly get the butterfly feeling he felt in his stomach whenever Y/N talked, or smiled. It was strange and new. He hated new.

Y/N ran his thin/thick fingers through the big males locks of curly brown hair as he smiled Michael falling right asleep shortly after the male began to play with his hair. A low rumble could be heard from his chest in pure satisfaction. Y/N ran his eyes over the hand made mask that hid every thought and emotion that Michael has ever felt in this asylum. He frowned a bit pausing to think of Michael. He had done more extensive research to find how poorly treated this male was growing up. Beaten, hardly fed unless by himself or rarely his mom when she was home. He basically cared for his baby sister.. poor thing had to leave the baby behind.

"Hey...Michael honey." Y/N pursed his lips as Michael growled a little opening one of his eyes to glance up at the male through his mask though Y/N couldn't see that very well since the eye holes were so small.

"About your baby sister..." He immediately was pinned to the bed heavy breathing could be heard coming from behind the enraged males mask. That was quite the touchy subject for Michael his mother refusing to bring his baby sister to see him, not knowing she was fostered off to a different family.

"H-hey! I'm sorry I just was-" he gripped the males throat trying to get him to shut up about the subject so blinded in rage his voices in his head screamed two things:

DONT KILL HIM!!!!

PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!!!!

Y/N coughed struggling to pull his large rough hands off of his throat. Of course Michael wouldn't think of killing him just making him realize that he was pushing a boundary.

Soon Y/N passed out as Michael calmed down flopping beside the passed out male's body. Michael grunted overlooking the male. he traced his large burly fingers over the soon forming bruise on Y/N's neck and grinned a bit. Something gave him some sort of high seeing his marks all over the male.

"Such perfect marks to show what's mine..." The male mumbled in a low whisper though it wasn't like Y/N could hear him. He lifted his mask to brush his lips against the bruised area enjoying the tingling feeling of touching his marks on the male. Michael pulled his mask back down and grunted.

He figured if he was stuck with Y/N with this silly fluttery feeling then he would learn his place, follow his rules. After all Michael's voices were usually never wrong about people. He would keep Y/N no matter what he wanted. He will stay with him no matter what.

He curled up around the smaller male's body soon relaxing and snuggling into Y/N's locks of h/c h/l hair drifting right off to sleep.

One mistake and no more or hell will be paid for such mistake...