You stare with wide eyes as your mother heads toward the bathroom. "N-No!" Is all you managed to say out in a panicked breath as you caught up to your confused mother. "I uh have too much dirty laundry in there," "Oh (Y/n) that never bothers me, besides you don't want your mother's bladder to burst!" She says and grabs the door handle and opens it while smiling at you only to see the horror on your face and she looks in your direction. Thankfully, Micheal is turned away and quickly thought to take off his mask but he has his back facing the two. "Oh my!" Your mom gasps and slams the door shut with wide eyes. "Mom I can explain-" "(Y/n)! I'm so sorry I didn't know you had 'company'" Your face heats up when hearing that. Your mother must think Micheal was your boyfriend or one night stand. I guess it's better than saying that he's my runaway patient who also turned out to be Micheal Myers and that I was hiding him in my house.
"Oh uhm yeah I just uhh didn't want to tell you it's a little embarrassing," you lie. "That's why you were cooking all that food. Nice girl. I raised you right," you shake your head while covering your hands in them. "What's his name, how old is he, where does he work, how'd you meet, are you two dating, and how'd you find such a hunk like him?" "Mom! Too many questions!" Your face lights up to fifty shades of red. "Sorry sorry, huh I was going to stay here but I'll just go to a nearby hotel to leave you two love birds alone," phew, at least the worry about trying to hide Micheal from her for however many days she'd be here is already draining thinking about.
"Thank you Mom, he's uhh just starting to spend the night with me now," you lie more. "Oh well, at least I'll be nearby if anything happens. I'll be a phone call away!" with that, your mother heads out the door leaving you in a state of shock. Uhh, you weren't sure what just happened but were shaken away from your thoughts by Micheal coming out of the bathroom. He was sporting his usual mysterious white mask and somehow held a confused expression on the inanimate object. "T-That was my mother," you squeaked out.
'what does hunk mean?' Micheal scribbles out. You deadpanned. Why on all people of this planet do you have to be the one to ruin Michael's pureness? Actually. Now that you think of it, how can a murderer be innocent? I mean. Micheal wasn't hard to look at in the asylum (and currently right now) so he definitely had to have had some experience with flirting or..more. "Well uhm this is going to be a very summed-up answer but i-it's what someone would call a person they find..attractive," You shyly looked away, embarrassed about what you just had to say to the confused killer.
The killer stares down at you in response. Studying over your insecure expression. You're shyly looking to your left with a light blush tinting your cheeks and nose and attempted cover your face with the back of one of your hands. He couldn't help but feel a certain sense of warmth from your appearance. Do you find him attractive too? Is that why you couldn't look at him while saying that? W-Wait why would Micheal care if you found him attractive?! He's never had these thoughts about any other female before. Well..before they were just humans? Like the thought that they were the opposite sex wasn't the first thing that came the mind when looking at them. It was more of a "oh easy target?" type of way. God. Why does he feel the need to explain himself..to himself?! Micheal has voices in his head sure but right now he feels more 'crazy' then usual after catching himself stammering on about..you.
Micheal stares down at you again, studying your features. Your shirt is a size too small so it's hugging you very tightly in the right places. It's really emphasizing your (b/s) and it's causing Micheal's throat to go dry. Not to mention you can see part of your lower stomach right before reaching those fluffy plaid pants that are just accent your ASSets (I'm sorry I had to, if you have/seen plaid fluffy pants then you just know what they do to your body [>3<]). They were somewhat low waisted to it didn't help that you had that small shirt on.
Micheal gulped trying to release this growing tenseness between the two of you. He couldn't tell if you were feeling it to..but he sure definitely was feeling it! You look up at Micheal with half closed eyes and blushed harder. "Well..aren't you going to respond you big perv," you say shyly and with a small hidden smile behind your hand.
You hug yourself with the other to try to calm yourself down. Gosh, you can't believe you just said that to him! Where did this sudden jolt of confidence come from (Y/n)?! You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest and your face getting hotter with each second you and see Micheal examining yourself but..that just confirms that Micheal is still a male after all. Even if they say he's just a "cold hearted killer," his eyes say something else. Micheal doesn't seem bothered by you calling him that but it seems like he is also blushing somehow? You can't see it at all but you can just tell by his eyes that he's never had anyone call him that. They were widen with a little bit of shock mixed with..desire? You can't come up with an exact word for the way this killer is staring at you. It was heart stopping.
Micheal reached in his pocket without breaking eye-contact with you and took out the pen and notebook. He started to look down at the paper by moving his head but at the last possible second breaks the eye-contact. Your breath hitches. The sudden wave of nerves and anxiety washed over you in that instant when he stopped looking at you. Oh god what if he thinks that you actually meant to call him a pervert?! Or what if he thinks you are the..perv. Gosh this to much why are you doing this?
Micheal stops writing and turns the note book to you. "Well do you think I'm attractive?" Why did you do this? You didn't have to do this right now! You still didn't even know if you liked him you were more just messing or teasing with him and now the tables have turned! Of course you think he's attractive! But you didn't want to admit your thoughts out loud! His mysterious eyes, well built body made for the hunt, his white emotionless mask that makes him look deadly. His rough and veiny hands that are littered with tiny scars.. and not to mention his face features..he is so handsome. When you envisioned the Boogie-Man of Haddon Field you NEVER expected someone who looked like Micheal to be him. You thought he was some old man with a big nose for some reason. Not this! "I-I..uhhh..this is to m-much," is all you managed to say while backing away with both of your hands covering your face. Your face was blood red and Micheal was very amused by it. Your hall-way to your bathroom was very narrow so the only way to go was back. That was until Micheal came over to you and cornered you by placing both hands at both sides of your neck on the wall. You blinked and this all happened. Micheal honestly couldn't even feel his gun wound it was like it was gone.
"M-Micheal," you breathed out with a redden face. Micheal looks down at you with a look of uncertainty with a mix of lust. You reach up to his mask's cheek and place it there gently. Micheal slightly leaned into the touch and it didn't go unnoticed by you. You slowly started to move your hand downwards to the end of the mask. Micheal never struggled to breathe under his mask before but suddenly it got really hot under there! His breath started to increase with every inch closer to his mask's edge. The tension you two felt towards each other at the hospital and now at your house felt like it was peaking towards this moment. Micheal's eyes slowly turned less uncertain and more lustful in addition with a half closed look.
You reached the edge of the mask and the both of your breathing hitches at the same moment. You hesitate to lift the mask and trace the bottom of it with your pinkie finger. Micheal gulps and closes his eyes. You take that as a "okay do it now," and start to lift the white false face. You break eye contact with him due to it and look down at his lips. They looked somewhat chapped yet soft.
You move your hand to Micheal exposed face and he shutters at the touch. He started to lean in and so do you-"HEY (Y/n)! I know you're home and I ran into your mother on the way out of here! You have company over eh?" You pull Micheal mask back down in an instant and both of your heads snap together towards the familiar voice that screamed danger. Dr. Loomis? It can't be. You both thought at the same time. "Sorry I let myself in but also..your mother said I can just walk right in. See (Y/n)? How it is to trust someone? She trusts me with her own daughter to just walk right into her house unannounced? Well I trust you (Y/n) and I need you to be honest with me when I say this.. WHERE IS MICHEAL MYERS!"
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Tainted Love | Micheal Myers x Reader
Romance"Y/N L/N.." Dr. Loomis asked with a raised eyebrow. "Uhm yes sir," you say shakily. "I've personally known your parents during my youth and they asked me to hire you. Out of respect for them I looked into your files and was pleasantly impressed with...
