His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {NEW Rewrite (2022)}

✗ Chapter 43: Tender Time Together ✗

"I-I...I love you. I can't help it but...but...I love you." Those were the words; the words that you whispered against his boiler suit. Maybe it was just the Stockholm Syndrome talking, but you felt so isolated from everyone else.

You were tired of fighting. You were tired of pushing him away. All you wanted was peace. And you wouldn't get that if you kept trying to ignore your messed-up feelings for the male. The stalker grew happy from your statement; his hand wrapping around your waist as the other stroked your hair. The soothing touch gave your weary mind some comfort - the anger and anguish from earlier disappearing like dark clouds being cleared from the sky. You could tell Michael was ecstatic - his careful caresses turning a little bit rougher in his shy excitement. After a minute or two of cuddling you broke away, your eyelids drooping.

"I'm really tired..." You mumbled, your cheeks flaming pink as you avoided his glance. The killer nodded and let you go to your bedroom, tagging along from behind whilst he kept his loving eyes on you.

Once you'd switched into your pjs you crawled onto your bed, too tired to eat dinner at this point. But for some reason a nightmare didn't plague your thoughts - an affectionate dream drifting into play instead. It wasn't just a lucid dream however, it was a lewd dream too. Waking up, you blushed even harder, seeing Michael in the corner of your room like always, with his mask strewn across his face like usual. For some reason you were almost disappointed - his features in the dream being absolutely enchanting. His sharp jawline...His beautiful blue eyes...-even his bloodied boiler suit seemed appealing to you. And the gentle hand kiss~ Somehow you wished the dream had actually gotten—

What the Hell was wrong with you?! With crimson cheeks you turned your head to the side and avoided Michael's confused glance; praying he wouldn't pry into it. Instead, you stifled a yawn and swung your legs round to the side of the bed, not needing to stretch as you decided to get some food. And you already knew Michael was following you - he always did. A few minutes later you had a bacon toastie and some hot chocolate, giving the same to the stalker. Michael was made-up by the fact you gave him breakfast, giving you a warm hug before sitting on the opposite chair and sliding the food underneath his mask.

Now usually silence in the morning would be awkward between two people, but with you two it felt totally normal. Comfortable even. Maybe it's because you had feelings for him? Or perhaps you were just too tired to talk. Was it bad that you were too shy to show your love towards the serial killer? How on Earth were you meant to think clearly? "S-So um...W-What do you want to do today? I-I mean, I don't know if we're like...dating...or whatever..." Your shy voice trailed off in a whisper, not knowing what to say to him.

Michael continued to be mute and then pointed to you, silently saying that it was completely up to you. What could the two of you do? You didn't think you were a very interesting person - would Michael even enjoy everyday activities? Hmm...You'd have to give it some thought. You spent the next ten minutes finishing your breakfast and thinking it over, pondering over what he'd be interested in. "W-Well...didn't you like horror movies? We could always watch one of those. I just have to wash the dishes first." You planned as you collected the plates and mugs, feeling shier than ever. Why couldn't you face him properly?

Michael nodded happily, proud that you remembered such a trivial detail about him. His gaze was locked on you the whole time you washed up, stalking you the entire time whilst he stood by the doorway. His stalking and obsessing didn't bother you as much - probably because you'd accepted him into your life now. Once you were done he gently hugged you from behind, being careful not to squeeze too hard.

"H-Hey, what's this for-?" You grew flustered but appreciated the adoring cuddle; resting the back of your head against his shoulder and feeling strangely soothed. Michael didn't reply, however he didn't need to. His feelings were crystal clear - love being his response.