Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter five: Not Alone

Christmas was only a week away. I had the house decorated while Michael was out and about, and he was thoroughly surprised to come over and see the whole house in bright lights and Christmas colors. I was proud of how it all looked; I was the one stuck decorating the house every year back home, after all.

I haven't seen the inside of a house decorated since before I first went to the asylum. He mumbled, looking around as if he was a child observing a completely new place. "Did I do good?" I asked, looking around at my own personal decorating work.

He nodded his head, though seemed to be in a trance-like state. I looked at Michael for a bit, though he didn't notice. "You okay?" I asked softly, tilting my head to the side. He snapped out of his daze and shook his head to clear his thoughts. Yeah, yeah I'm good. He answered, continuing to look around.

I shrugged a bit, guessing to let Michael me Michael. Flopping onto the couch once again with my laptop, I started to try and find a gift for Michael. What would he even want? I had no clue, so I just started looking around.

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I finally found the gift I wanted to give him. Yeah, it would wind up in my own self humiliation, but you know what? Since Michael is the way he is, I personally think he'll enjoy it. Hopefully, at least.

It was Christmas Eve by this time, and I had already gotten home from my own personal Christmas shopping. According to the crumpled wrapping paper stuffed in the garbage can, I could tell Michael got impatient while I was out and already opened his present. Great. This was gonna go well.

I started unpacking things, feeling my face heating up as I sensed Michael at the kitchen doorway. So... cards to get anything I want... this is the best gift I've ever gotten. He chuckled, though the sincere, serious note in his voice made me blush even deeper.

What's the catch? The rules? He asked, and I simply shrugged. "No catch, no rules.It's a Christmas gift. There can't be catches in a Christmas gift." I replied, keeping my voice at a normal sound even though his stare was burning my back.

Oh, this is gonna be fun. Michael chuckled darkly, and I stiffened as I felt his muscular chest pressed against my back. Tell me when to stop, shorty. He teased, and I didn't think it was possible for my face to flush anymore. I gasped slightly as one of his arms wrapped around my waist, the other hand grabbing the waistband of my leggings and snapping it against my skin. I'm gonna regret this.

Let's see how far I can go. Michael chuckled, nipping the crook of my neck and started planting slow kisses down my neck and shoulders.

All I'm gonna say is that I didn't tell him to stop, and he sure didn't want to stop. Bumping, grinding, moaning, scratching, gasping. The whole ordeal.

"Merry Christmas, Michael."

Merry Christmas, (y/n).

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The next morning came too fast. I groaned softly as the sunlight coming from the window pooled in to my room, hurting my eyes. I got up and stiffly made my way over, closing the curtains and quickly pulling on an oversized T-shirt to cover myself before crawling back in bed next to a bare Michael.

Best Christmas ever. Michael mumbled softly, his scratchy morning voice echoing in my head. "Glad it was, cuz I can't walk right." I said, pretending to grumble as I faced him. Trust me, it was a lovely sight to wake up seeing you walking away to close the curtains. He remarked, making me hide my face in the pillow.

The rest of the day went on surprisingly normal. We had breakfast, he tried to get me all riled up as I did homework online, I teased the hell out of him multiple times, and he went out for a while to take care of business. As if nothing had happened. Though I wouldn't be able to easily forget last night anytime soon; my sore legs wouldn't dare let me do that.

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Those 'get anything you want' cards were used up pretty quickly after the Christmas holiday came to an end. Sorry Jesus, but it was a pretty awesome bang we had on your birthday. I apologize, dude. That was TMI there.

It was strange to me at how normal things would be after leaving the bedroom. Sure, there was now constant sexual tension whenever we were in the same room, and we could be considered rabbits at this point, but there was no extra affection now. None of that cuddling on the couch crap or short kisses while walking past. All that was held upstairs between the sheets.

I thought about this as Michael and I watched old horror movie reruns, my head at his feet and vice versa. Honestly, I wasn't a person for constant affection, so that was okay. The only thing that frustrated was the confusion about what we were. I'd find out eventually.

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Alright, moving on with this story. Did you know that a guy came up to my house today and was murdered hours later?

There was a boy who lived a couple houses down, and came to finally meet me. Michael was out, so I chatted with this guy for a short bit. Just the normal talk. Of course, as all hormonal college kids do, he tried coming into the house and pin me to the wall.

Let me tell you something; when Michael walked though that door a minute later, chaos broke out. The guy was left to bleed out in the back yard when Michael came back in and took what was his once again.

Of course, one of the neighbors saw this. The police came right when we finished, and I had to act all terrified and freaked out when I was legit only wearing Michael's shirt and a pair of ocean-themed panties that said 'surprise, beach!' Across the ass of them.

At least I wasn't taken into custody and Michael was immediately blamed once again. Dumb cops didn't even know he was rocking my headboard just a few minutes before they came.

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At least that proved just how serious Michael wanted to be. And that was long-term relationship serious. I was okay with that.

"Thanks for saving me back there." I mumbled while I laid in bed with him that night. "What creep comes busting into your house anyways? Oh, wait..." I replied, grinning humorously as I hinted at Michael. He just scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, pulling me closer to him before falling asleep.

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Lolololol currently running on two hours of sleep 👏🏼 I was laughing my ass of when writing this chapter, and I have no clue why. I think I need medical attention.
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Peace,
Maxx 🖤