It's always been you. (Michael Myers x reader)

I have waited so long for you.

At your door stood your ex boyfriend, his name was Toby and he had cheated on you. He was one of he few boyfriends that you managed to keep longer than a few weeks, you guys lasted around three months. You guys had been over for a few months and the breakup was pretty rough, he tried to make things work but you weren't prepared to stay with him. "What are you doing here Toby?" You ask, a very bored look on your face, you didn't have time for this today.

"I want you back babe please" you scoffed, was he dumb? "You cheated on me, do you really think I'm going to get back with you" he took your hand in his but you quickly pulled your hand out of his grip. "I'm not getting back with you, so just leave" you throw back at him, you weren't going to let yourself be taken for a fool again. "Please bab-" you cut him off "don't call me that you prick! you're the one who ruined what we had" his eyes narrow "fine your loss, bitch" he turns to walk away but you tap him on the shoulder, when he turned to face you your fist collided with his jaw. "Get lost you deadbeat" he scampers away to his car and quickly leaves. You close your front door, feeling pretty proud of yourself.

Michael was pissed for two reasons, one he had to hide quickly and two, it was an ex partner at your door and that made him mad. You were his. But he was thankful that you were distracted so he could pick the lock on your back door without you realising. Once he entered your kitchen he closed the door quietly and locked it, he didn't want you to pull a runner. Well he didn't want you to be able to pull one successfully. Michael moved around in your kitchen for a minute trying to figure out where to go next. He couldn't get out of the kitchen without you seeing him so he had to wait it out. His nerves were back and he was honestly stalling time before he had to talk to you.

Little did Michael know that you had heard some noises and when you had finally left the living room you were going to get the gun you kept in your room. When you quietly made your way back downstairs you saw a large figure in your living room, his back facing you. You noticed something shine in the light and we're horrified to see a knife in his large hand. Michael heard the sound of a gun clicking and spun around quickly, there you stood, a hint of fear in your face with a gun pointed right at him. Michael thought you looked hot like that but soon remembered that the gun was pointing at him. "Who are you! Why have you been following me?" You demand, you were scared yes but you were not about to let this man kill you.

Michael was confused for a minute but then it clicked. He had forgotten to take of his mask, no wonder you were afraid. He had intended to remove it to avoid frightening you but in all the commotion with your ex showing up he had forgotten. Michael dropped his knife and kicked it towards you, his hands raising slightly showing you he meant no harm. You picked up the knife and kicked it away into the kitchen, you weren't letting your guard down yet. When your gun didn't lower Michael reached into his pocket, your grip on the gun tightened, expecting him to draw another weapon. The man, much to your surprise pulled out a picture from his pocket and held it out to you. You look at the picture and gasp, "where did you get that! Is this some kind of joke?" You scream at the stranger. The picture was the same picture you recognised as you and Micheal from your family barbecue all those years ago.

The figure shook his head and pointed frantically to Michael in the picture, then to himself. You narrowed your eyes slightly, not liking this joke at all. The man locked eyes with you, you couldn't help but think they looked familiar. Then all the pieces fell into place. "M - Michael?" You whisper, your gun lowering slightly. The man nods eagerly, your eyes narrow again. "Prove it" your point your gun back at the man, anger written all over your face. Michael's hand trembles slightly as he reaches up and slowly pulls his mask up and off of his head. A loud gasp escapes your mouth as your eyes land on the matured, bearded face of none other than Michael Myers. Tears fall from your eyes quickly "how are you-" you don't even bother to finish your sentence before you run up to him and throw yourself into his now outstretched arms. You're full blown sobbing now and so is he, "how are you here" you cry into his shoulder, you're clinging to him for dear life, afraid that if you let go then he would disappear. Michael grunts lightly, his throat scratching as he tries to talk again for he first time in 15 years. "H- had t- to get back to m- my girl" a deep and quiet voice stutters. He too is holding your short frame tightly to his chest, inhaling your scent. "I missed you so much Michael, you have no Idea" you cup his rough cheeks in your small hands, looking up into his eyes, they were just as beautiful as they had been when you were kids, only now they hid years of pain. This broke your heart.

Michael lifts you with ease and carries you over to your sofa, he sits on it and pulls you into his lap. " you were all that kept me going in there" he muttered, his big hands resting on your hips. More tears fall from your eyes as you throw your arms around him, "I can't believe you're here" Michael doesn't bother to wipe away the tears that were falling from his eyes. He was too afraid to let go of you. He was terrified that he'd wake up back in his cell, all this just a cruel dream. You sit back in his lap and admire his face, he had changed so much, and you thought he looked even more handsome then when you were younger. "What happened to my short blonde" you laugh, wiping away your tears with your sleeve. Michael had changed so much, he used to be shorter than you, only just reaching 5ft2, but now he was at least 6ft8. And his blonde hair had darkened to a medium brown, but it was still the same lengths and had the familiar scruffy look to it. And this beard, you weren't going to lie to yourself you thought he looked incredible with it.

"You look good Michael" he smiled up at you, still finding it hard to believe you were here with him. "I mean, you could do with a shower but" you giggled at him and threw yourself back into him, your head burrowing into the crook of his neck". "Y/n?" Oh god was it good to hear him say your name again, you sit back up and look at him, "yeah Michael?" He shuddered at how his name rolled off your tongue. He couldn't believe how beautiful you looked right now, the lights were dim and illuminated your face in a way that made his heart thud loudly. His hands lightly cupped your cheeks, afraid that he could break you at any moment. Your cheeks erupted into a dark shade of red, you missed him so much and him simply holding you was making you crazy.

Michael's eyes flickered down to your lips, reminding you of that first time in the woods. Michael hesitated to make a move, it had been so long, what if you didn't want him like that anymore? You realised Michael wasn't going to make the first move so with a roll of your eyes, you pressed your lips to his. It felt like it did all those years ago, just complete bliss. Michael's hand reached back up to cup your face as you both parted from the kiss. He felt like a kid again. His thumb lightly stroked your cheek as he looked at you with adoration. "I missed you so much" he mutters " I missed you too" you whisper, resting your forehead against his. "I missed you so damn much", Michael presses another kiss to your lips, "I love you, I never stopped loving you" you begin to cry again and his big thumb wiped away your tears. " i never gave up hope that one day I would have you back. And now I have you I don't plan on letting you slip away again" you let out a quiet laugh, " i don't plan on going anywhere" Michael grins and kisses your nose. God was he always this sappy? You thought. But you didn't care. You were just so glad to have him back in your life.

Michael slept in your bed with you that night, you were both too afraid to let each other go. Sleeping in his arms was the best feeling, it's like you belonged there. Your body fit perfectly in his large chest. You could feel slow rise and fall of his chest, reminding you that this was real and the love of your life was here with you. You couldn't be happier.

Michael had made a mental now to kill the boy that bothered you earlier, but he could do that later, all that he cared about right now was holding you tightly and making sure you knew exactly how much he loved and missed you.
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A/N:   Wooo! Part seven done!

Was Michael horrifically out of character? Yes, but can you blame the man? He has finally reunited with the only person he has ever truly cared about, can you blame him for being sappy?

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! The next part should hopefully be up tomorrow as usual, but I have to do some housework in preparation for the dog we are getting! We are going to call him Morty after my literal son, Morty Smith. But hopefully I should still be able to get the next chapter finished in time.

Thank you for reading as always 💖

- PumkinMilkTea ✌🏻