Slasher Shots

Michael Myers (Short fluff)

You and Michael had been together for awhile. He found shelter in your home after escaping from the Smith Grove Sanitarium. Michael never showed you much affection but you knew deep down that he truly cared for you. If he didnt, you knew you wouldn't still be alive. Due to his inability to show emotion, you craved his attention and affection all the time. It was rare for him to give into you but you were hoping today would be different. Recently, he's been incredibly distant. With Halloween on the horizon, his mind was focused on everything except you. It made you feel lonely and as though he didn't want to spend any time with you.

As night befell your quaint home, you sighed. You realized Michael hadnt come home yet and you wondered if tonight you'd go to bed alone once again. You almost hated him for how much he left you alone with no care but you could never truly hate Michael, you knew this would pass. As you had begun to give up and headed to your shared bedroom, you heard the front door creak open and heavy footsteps enter the home. You looked behind you only to see Michael in his boiler suit, covered in blood. A smile arrived on your face as you tilted your head and walked closer to him. "Welcome home, Michael." You said softly, hearing a low gruff in response as he walked straight past you and to the bathroom while you followed in pursuit. "Would you like me to wash your clothes? That blood will stain." You said happily, only wishing to assist him in anything he needed. He simply ignored you to your dismay, your smile turning into a frown. You rarely ever got upset at Michael but today was one of those times. You just wanted a little attention, a little affection to know he still cared for you.

He never verbally told you that he cared but you could see it in his actions. Sometimes you couldn't help but think you were just making it up in your mind to feel better and how pitiful that would be.

Another sigh fell from your lips as you turned around, mumbling whatever as you walked away. Why did you even care so much? It seemed meaningless to him either way, as if you were just somewhere to go to when he needed something. You walked upstairs, heading to your bedroom once again. You opted to use the other bathroom, deciding a nice hot bath would do you some good. You opened your bedroom door, heading straight to the bathroom as you turned the tap on. It was only a few moments before you felt the hot water embrace your skin, leaning down into the bubbles that covered the surface of the water. Your eyes drifted close as you enjoyed your quietness which didn't last long.

You heard the bathroom door creak open which you ignored, assuming Michael was simply grabbing something or throwing his dirty clothes in the hamper for you to wash later. To your surprise, you heard a soft thud as the metallic filled clothes fell to the floor and the footsteps became closer. You opened your eyes and sat up, staring at Michael as he joined you in the bath. It was rare for him to even take his mask off like this, let alone actively join you in something. He had never done this before and you couldn't help but blush as he sat so close to you yet not acknowledging you were even there. You stared at him as he sat there without a care, a smile dancing across your features as you wondered if you could finally get that attention you were craving. You turned towards Michael as you put your hand on his shoulder which upon no reaction, told you that you could go further. Your hand trailed to his chest as you moved closer to him, feeling a hot red embrace your face as you slid into his lap and looked into his eyes. "Michael.." You moved his hand to your waist, intertwining your fingers with his other hand as you held it close to your heart. "I've missed you so much lately." You said in a gentle tone, noticing his eyes finally shift towards you as his gaze matched yours. You let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a passionate kiss. He let you do as you please which was rare enough for him, clearly giving you this gift because of how distant he'd been.

Michael typically didn't allow any physical touch so this was a massive amount of kindness he was showing. You wanted to enjoy it before he turned stone cold again, noticing as he pulled away from the kiss and looked to the side. Your hand gently caressed his cheek, admiring his gorgeous features which he barely revealed. You always made sure to take him completely in whenever he'd give you the chance, feeling your loneliness seep away into the past. "Thank you.." You'd say softly, moving closer against him. You almost saw a smile grace his lips which caused butterflies to soar throughout your stomach.

This is why you stayed with him, this affection he showed so rarely was almost intoxicating.