Michael Myers Collection

Accidentally Hurting s/o

Request: this is a big ask: Michael reaction to accidentally hurting their s/o

Warnings: Angst/violence

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✧ Michael is such a taller, more masculine mass of a man that could damage anything with just his glare, but that doesn't mean he'd ever want to cause you any damage

✧ He tries his best to not be so aggressive to you, but it's just how he is. Michael always manages to grab your arm just a bit too tight when he's at home and you happen to walk away from him, but he doesn't mean it in an angry way, he just wants you to stay with him

✧ With his mask on, you can't tell much, but when he see's you wince in his grip, he's truly sorry. He'll loosen his grip and more carefully drag you towards him, caressing your arm and giving you a low, gruff "sorry"

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Request: Im in the mood for myers breaking my heart! Ik weird but I need it break my heart mom!

Warnings: Angst + comfort, arguments

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"You expect me to just act like nothings happened when you come back from being gone for days on end? Michael, for God's sake you're covered in blood and beaten up, then you won't let me help you?"

This was the first time you've actually stepped up to Michael like this, practically yelling at him. Of course, being loud wasn't going to get anything settled in this house, but you really couldn't take his absence anymore.

What really sent you off the edge though, was when he missed just about the whole day of your birthday. Of course, when he did come home, we had been waiting for him. It was quarter to three in the morning when he did come in, just to give you a glance and walk right into the bedroom; sound asleep.

This is what you got for being in a relationship with a killer, isn't it? This is payback for not dating or getting with some regular college kid in med school. It has to be.

But, he just stood there, not saying anything. Not a damn word to you.

"Answer me God damnit!" You frustratingly stomped a foot on the ground, fists balled as you waited for any response. Him moving in the slightest way would be reassuring at this point.

You waved a hand at him, turning your back to walk away, "This is fucking bullshit, I'd rather have you slit my throat than stand here and have you say not a damn word to me."

You turned back around at the last word, giving him an ugly glare. He needed to know how much he hurt you, and nothing he was doing was helping.

Yeah, this was a good way to end up dead, but-

But what? Would Michael do it? You didn't know, but a fit of blind rage would leave you without any rational decisions.

Michael was surprised, to say the least. Not one to admit his faults, but not one to take any talk like this, either. No matter who it was from at this point.

You reached for the front door, but Michael was much faster than you, grabbing your wrist and twisting in his direction. The other hand around your throat. The grip on your wrist was much tighter than the one on your throat, but it was still scary, especially given the circumstances.

His arm pinned you against the wall adjacent to the front door, the look in your eyes of pure confusion and terror countered the anger in Michael's.

Puffy, red marks started to swell on your wrist as you yelped at his tightening grip. The wince in your eyes made him let go of both your hand and your neck. There was a mark on your neck, yes, but it was only a slight purple.

You sank to the ground, cradling your wrist, positive that Michael broke it, but hopefully it was just sprained. Tears swelled in your eyes as you looked up at him, standing over you.

You could have sworn you say the slightest bit of regret in his eyes before he turned and left you, like every other time.