Reunited (Michael Myers x Reader)

At Last

The stranger pulled his dirty silicone mask off of his face and dropped it on the floor. He had long dirty blonde hair that was filthy and matted and was in his face. Something seemed so familiar about him, and almost comforting. You touched his hair that made you shiver because it was crusted to the touch. You swallowed hard and decided to push all of his nasty hair back to see his face. As you did, the icy blue eyes of his stabbed you in the heart, and all the memories you had with your long lost friend came flooding back. "MICHAEL!" you sobbed. You jumped into his arms and he sat on the floor and held on to you tightly in return. You couldn't believe what was happening and all you could do was sob into the crook of his neck. After excruciating years without your best friend, he was finally there right before your eyes and was holding you once again. He held you so tight while running his fingers through your soft (H/C) hair and kissed the side of your head a few times. You let go of him and happily stared into his eyes. "Oh Michael, I never would have thought you would remember me. I thought someone had the bracelet I made you when we were kids and this was all just a sick joke. I- I just-" you choked up and Michael held you once again. His grip was so strong and you never wanted him to let go. After what seemed like 30 minutes of embracing each other, you let him go and put your hand on his stubbled cheek. "Why- why are you here? Why didn't you kill me?" you asked. He just looked at you and said nothing. You were confused, but then you remembered what Loomis said. He hasn't said a single word in so long. You shot up to grab the white board on the fridge, but Michael grabbed your ankle. You looked back at him and he softly shook his head. "You can come too" you said. He got up, put his mask back on, and followed you to the kitchen. He sat at the bar and watched you get the white board and marker that was stuck to it. You gave it to him and he started writing. "Could not miss you anymore. Broke free to see you again" he wrote. Your heart rejoiced. He remembered you all along. Michael erased it the board again and started writing. "I love you (Y/N). Always loved you through years. Never forgot you and always loved you" it said. You sat beside the barstool he was seated in and stared at his beautiful blue eyes that could be seen through the eyeholes of his mask. "I love you too Michael" you softly said.

You inched closer to his face and he placed one hand on the back of your head and another one on your thigh. You started to lift his mask up. Bad idea. He grabbed your wrist and smacked your head onto the counter. "Ow! Michael stop!" You were bent over the counter with Michael hunched over you, his groin directly on your ass. He breathed heavily into your ear for a few seconds before letting you go. You were shocked by what just happened. Michael was too. He felt bad for what he did and he wrote "Sorry" on the white board. You looked at it and nodded. He set the board down and hugged you tight. You hugged him back. While in his embrace, you felt him take his mask back off. He let you go and when you looked up, he was staring right at you. He held your face with his blood crusted hands and kissed you passionately. You longed for this again for so many years, and it was finally happening.

He trailed his hand to the back of your head again to deepen the kiss. You moaned, overwhelmed by the years of tension that was finally lifted. Michael then picked you up and slung you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing and brought you to the couch. The news was on, and a manhunt for Michael was underway. A heated makeout was going on between you two. Michael slipped his tongue into your mouth and you gave him access. Your tongues fought against each other. After breaking the kiss, you grinned. You took your shirt off and revealed your (F/C) laced bra to him. You stared at him lustfully and bit your lip. "Fuck me Michael" you quietly said. He tilted his head, his hair covering his entire face. You pulled him in and your foreheads touched, while also slightly zipping his jumpsuit down. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but I want you to fuck me Michael" you whispered. Michael's hand gently fondled one of your breasts as a big tent popped up through his pants, which you started grinding on. Michael's fondling got rougher, until he let out a low grunt and started to unzip his suit himself.