Slasher Imagines/Scenarios (mostly NSFW... wink)

3k Special: Michael's First Word

[Yet another special, and so soon after the 2k special! I've decided for the specials they'll focus on one slasher bae... This one will be all about Michael~]
    
     Michael Myers had been living with you for quite a while now and you were head over heels for him. You'd even slept with him a few times, each time felt amazing but it wasn't just mind-blowing sex that made you swoon over him. He was handsome and strong and protected you even though he acted cold and disinterested.
     You just wish Michael would speak, you spent every day all day with him but never once heard his voice besides the occasional moans. You would love to hear it, you always try to imagine it in your head and think about him saying sweet things. You suspect he would probably say mostly mean or rude things though, considering he was a defiant and childish man.
     You were getting ready for bed, which Michael normally watched you do. Most of his day consisted of watching you intently, stalking your every movements yet you weren't sure why. His fascination with simply watching was beyond you. You were brushing your teeth, then rinsed and finished up with brushing your hair in the mirror. You noticed Michael behind you tilt his head subtly and inch towards you slightly. You lowered the brush and looked at him, knowing even the subtlest of movements were hints of what he was thinking.
     "What are you thinking about?" You turned and looked at him curiously, but his eyes were fixed on your hair. You stood still for a moment before handing him your brush, he held it in his big hand and examined it. He then surprisingly started running the brush through your hair. "What's gotten into you?" You smiled at him in the mirror as he brushed your hair softly.
     After he was content with your hair, he stopped brushing and put the brush down on the counter. You gently pulled him along behind you as you walked out of the bathroom and towards the bed. You yawned as you let go of him on his side of the bed and walked over to your own. He was about to climb in with his suit still on but you shook your head and glared at him.
     "Gross, no. That thing stinks, it needs to be washed." He glanced down at the suit and huffed quietly before he pulled it off and tossed it on the floor, exposing a completely naked body. You looked away with a red face so you wouldn't be gawking at his obscenely large junk and started climbing into bed. He climbed in and stared up at the ceiling as you got comfortable under the blankets.
     You lay on your back for a little while too before you rolled over towards him. You'd often talk to him like he was a cat or dog who you could share all your secrets with and never hear their thoughts about it. Tonight was no different, you stared at his motionless body and took a deep breath. "How come you never speak to me? Surely you're capable of talking, right?"
     He sat completely still in the bed and you sighed slightly. "I mean, you talked as a kid right?" You imagined a young Michael and his childish six year old voice. "You've gotta be able to talk..." You scooted closer to be near him and could feel warmth radiating from his body as he breathed slowly. "It would just be nice to hear your voice... I sometimes think about what you would say to me if you could." You wished you could see his face right now but you knew it was blank, it was always blank.
     Regardless, you carefully reached a hand over and slid it under his mask, then pulled it up over his head. You watched his face cringe as the latex squeezed and rubbed him then relax to it's normal cold state as the mask released him. You rolled over and set the mask on your end table before rolling back over to see him. You adored seeing his face, on the rare occasions he let you see it you didn't waste a single second and stared at it nonstop. It was handsome, precious and smooth.
     His eyes were locked onto the ceiling and his face was emotionless. Your heart soared for him and you leaned closer to nuzzle his face gently.  He only momentarily glanced at you then back up at the ceiling. "I know realistically you would probably just be a jerk to me," you said a little sadly as you wrapped an arm around him desperately.
     "But sometimes I imagine you're nice and you tell me what's on your mind and what you're feeling and you ask me about my day and you respond to me," you continued with a little bit of a sniffle. "And you tell me you like what I cook you and you tell me I'm pretty and tell me what you like about me." You clenched your eyes as you pressed your face against his sadly. "And you'll tell me all about yourself and what you like and how I can make you happier here so you're not so miserable all the time!" A tear rolled down your cheek and wet his face.
     "I just want to hear you, just the validation... you let me kiss you and sleep with you but you never seem happy with me. Don't you like me?!" You buried your face into him as you cried softly and and shivered. He lay there motionless for a few minutes before he sat up slowly, pushing you up with him. He looked down at you with dark eyes quietly, then leaned in close as if he were about to kiss you, but instead opened his mouth awkwardly.
     "Yes." His voice was low and quiet, but beautifully unique and stunned you. He spoke, you can't believe he actually spoke. You sat there pale and in shock.
     "Y-yes?" You didn't know what else to say, you could only tear up more and barrage his face with little kisses. He let you smother him for only a moment before he pulled back and lay back down. You wiped your eyes and lay down too, curled up beside him with an arm around his chest. He rest an arm around you gently, almost holding you and it was close enough. You watched his face happily and caught a glimpse of the most subtle little smile on his lips. It was enough to make your heart melt and you burrowed into him excitedly, closing your eyes and dozing off.