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

✗ Chapter 46: Ominous News ✗

"M...Michael..." You whispered with wide eyes; not knowing what to say after he'd leant back slightly and gave you his reply. You held it between both hands - surprised by his response when your heart happily skipped a beat.

You...You couldn't believe it. H-His answer...Those words...Did he really mean them...? Could someone truly care about you that much...? "D-Do you...Do you really...?" You couldn't speak for a minute or two; instead placing the notepad on the floor so you could hold the silent slasher's shoulders yet again. "Do you really love me...to that degree...?"

In a flash, the obsessive killer nodded; his gaze glinting with not only love, but lust now too. It was almost like...It was almost like he was infatuated with you. You were about to open your lips and say something, but Michael pinned you straight back down; his left hand gripping the sofa whilst his right hand stroked lovingly through the (h/c) locks of your hair. This went beyond love. This...This was...Unbelievable. Pink painted your facial features, blush now colouring your cheeks as you swiftly became tremendously shy. A former childhood friend of yours had returned to Haddonfield...Just to fall in love with you...all over again...!?

Gently giving his shoulders a soft squeeze, you pressed your lips delicately against his and fully accepted how much he loved you; appreciating his affection and adoration all at the very same time. After all, taking out a school bully for you, taking care of you in the woods, and even breaking free from somewhere just to reconnect with you...It was...It was absolutely absurd. Not to mention that it made him appear even more unstable. But then...if he was so unhinged...and so unbalanced...then why was it that he always acted so...acted so natural around you...? Why was it that you could give him what he so desperately needed...? What did you have that others didn't...?

You...You honestly didn't know. But what you did know was that you'd actually, genuinely fallen in-love with an infamous serial killer. And you didn't feel any shame in the slightest. As Michael's hand moved lightly through your hair, he cradled the side of your face next; brushing his thumb tenderly across your skin while his left arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Still though, he never stopped kissing you - Michael's lustful attitude and lewd actions only seducing you further. So much so, in fact, that your side of the kiss strengthened; your arms curling around his neck a second time whilst you lost control slightly and behaved more flirtatious than before.

"You know you really shouldn't mess around with a girl like this~" You hummed against his lips wickedly; throwing Michael a teasing look and purposely acting playful. "If you're going to Save the Best for Last, at least Play with Your Food~"

Your naughty words caused another grin to spread across his face; Michael's hold around your waist not loosening up whatsoever while he carried on cradling the left side of your face and kept going with the intimate kissing. Not that you were against this, however, considering you were falling harder and harder for him. But after a few minutes had passed, Michael then wrapped his other arm around your body, deciding to cuddle you closer as he snuggled you from the side of the sofa instead of underneath him. Grasping the front of his boiler suit, you nuzzled straight into Michael's chest and allowed your partner to rest his head on-top-of your hair, his possessive personality showing just how much he cared about you.

But all of a sudden you realised something, pushing away from your partner and releasing a sorrowful sigh. "I still have to talk to Alina tomorrow morning..." You softly reminded him, glancing into his eyes before pointing at your living room's clock on the wall. "Remember...?"