Various x Reader Prompts || Smut & Fluff

1. Micheal Myers <3

TW/CW: None

Summary: Micheal wants to kiss you, though he isn't comfortable taking his mask off yet; that ain't gonna stop him from trying though. 😚

Year: 1881 (After the original 'Halloween' (1978) but before 'Halloween II' (1981))

Background Info: You and Micheal have been together for about a year and a half, you met when you were training at Smith's Grove. You were an unofficial assistant to his regular care-taker, and Michael always took note of the way you treated him; you weren't cold like everyone else, you actually treated him like a human, like a friend. After being shot by Loomis (the ending of 'Halloween' (1978)) he sought safety at your home, where you -against your better judgment- let him in and helped him recover. A few months later, you two started dating.

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You loved giving Michael kisses: kisses on his mask, on his hands, and on his neck, if you got the chance. Michael never really showed it, but he loved when you'd do it. Since he was in and out of different psych wards starting at the age of six, he never really got much physical attention. Your little shows of affection always sparked a little happiness in this otherwise completely stoic machine of a man. 

It was around eight at night, you were in the laundry room taking things out of the dryer and tossing them into the plastic basket to your left. The small room was filled with the rumbling of the just-loaded washing machine and the smell of your favourite detergent. It was a bit strange, but this was always one of your favourite things it the world, doing laundry. Not only did it make you feel productive, but the sounds, smells, and feeling of warm fabrics coming out of the dryer was so relaxing, and was such a big comfort for you. 

If only the sound of the dryer hadn't masked the sound of the back door.

A shape, no, The Shape, diligently stalked through your home. The masked demon looked over the kitchen and living room before hearing the groans of an old watching machine and quiet humming of his esteemed little one. 

Over the past few years you've grown used to Michael showing up out of nowhere, and so when you were disrupted by the sudden noise of the laundry room door, the only reaction it got out of you was your head quickly turning to see the tall, menacing figure that stood looking down at you.

To the surprise of most, you didn't scream, jump, or even widen your eyes at the man. Because to you he was just that. A man. Your Man. A smile pulled at your lips to reveal your teeth as you became giddy by nothing more than his mere presence. "Hey, Creeper." You happily greeted. 

Michael gave a small nod to greet you back. He adored the way you looked: fuzzy pyjama pants, an old t-shirt that was starting to fade from both age and being worn so often, and hair that had settled and been "messed up" since you last styled it that morning. You looked perfect. He always found moments like these special. Moments when he could see you doing docile tasks because he knew that he was one of very few people who was really able to see it.

"Oh! Hold on, before I forget," You sifted through your laundry basket until you pulled out a large navy blue pair of overalls before standing up. "I got you this.. uhm, you don't have to wear it if you don't want too, but y'know, I got it from a mechanic place.. I'm not sure why they were selling their own uniforms but I thought of you and I- uh well I washed it because.. mechanic, so it kinda smelled like grease-"

Your rambling was cut short by Michael taking a step forward and and gently putting a hand on the overalls you were holding. You were so thoughtful. So sweet to him. He looked into your eyes for a moment before taking the overalls from your hands and setting them on top of the dryer. You weren't sure what he was going to do, or if he liked the gift or not, and you were getting nervous. 

Placing a his hand on your upper arm, and the other at the back of your head, he leaned in until the lips of his mask gently pressed against your forehead. You quickly understood what he was trying to do, and your heart swelled at the loving gesture. You couldn't help but smile, and sigh a bit out of relief and content.

When he pulled away, you looked back into his eyes and asked, "So, does that mean you like the present?" When he nodded you laughed and gave him a kiss on his forehead, like he had to you.

You quickly chucked the rest of the dry clothes in the basket before offering, "I'm just gonna take these up to my room. Would.. you wanna come up and listen to music?" He nodded once more and followed you upstairs to listen to music and watch you fold clothes. At one point he changed into the new overalls and felt comforted from the way they still heavily smelled of your detergent. A little while later, you had fallen asleep with your head on his chest as a movie quietly played in the background.

It wasn't exactly a "normal" relationship, but you two tried, and loved each other all the same.

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Hope you slasher sluts enjoyed ☺️

-Bowie <3