Mask

Michael Myers x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: blood, michael being a smug dick, choking (while making out), mentions of murder, descriptions of wounds 

A/N: i posted this on my other blog i had for a fat minute so if you feel like this is familarl you might have already read it lol. but i wanted to post it here too cause i liked it <3

You had no idea what Michael looked like under the mask. You had never asked and he was damn not going to show. Even after he started to come around more, sleep in your home, he never took off his mask. You got the impression he didn’t mind staying out of whatever place they were keeping him. Smiths Grove you were pretty sure. He didn’t kill everynight. It was a weird sense of normalcy that the two of you had created. But still, the face under the mask remained a mystery to you. 

You didn’t wait up for him at night. Sometimes he would be back before the sun fell, sometimes he wouldn’t be back until it rose. There was no telling which night was which. Like tonight, you were vaguely aware of the sun going down through the blinds as you read something on the couch. You had work in the morning and should probably start getting ready for bed soon but the book had just gotten good. 

You pushed the page to the side, biting your thumbnail. You might even have to finish the book tonight with how this was going. Though you didn’t want to stay up too late. You were mulling over these decisions when you heard the front door open. 

You looked up over the book. Would he come into the living room drenched in blood? Clean? It was like russian roulette with him sometimes. You didn’t mind much, it kept your life interesting. 

“Michael? I’m in here!” you called, not really wanting to get up from your spot. You could hear his even footsteps thudding along the hardwood hallway. You didn’t anticipate much of a reaction from him. He lived with you because he could tolerate you, you had food, and somewhere to sleep when he collapsed eventually. He had never said a word to you and you never expected him to. 

It took you a moment to look up from your book again. He was standing in the living room, unmoving. His hands were at his side. There was a sticky red on his jumpsuit that you would recognize anywhere. Blood. It was a little early for that but it wasn’t a shock. 

Whatwas a shock was that his mask was half ripped. There was a jagged cut from the eye down to his neck. In the dim lighting of the setting sun you couldn’t see much of his features. It was just a dark shadow with some dirt and blood, his or someone elses you weren’t sure. 

This was uncharted territory for you. You put your book down slowly, standing up. You hesitated walking up to him. As always, there was no expression to read. Did he want you to fix the mask? 

“I’ll get you a new mask but everything is closed tonight. You’re welcome to go out and find a new one,” you said gingerly. You half expected him to just go upstairs into your bed where he had taken residence and pass out without half a care. But he just stood there. For a second you thought he fell asleep standing up like a horse or something. “Michael?” 

He took one step towards you. You instinctively took half a step backwards but after a moment of thought, closed the small gap between the two of you. He was breathing heavily. You eyed him warily. 

With such slow movements you could have mistaken him for being still he raised his hands up to his head. He wrapped his fingers under the mask. At first you didn’t understand what he was doing and then it dawned on you. You parted your lips in surprise as he lifted the broken mask up over his head. 

You didn’t want to make this a big deal. Michael was like a cat. If you pointed something out he would recoil and who knows when he would be willing to give it another go. 

Though your face remained a (reluctant) neutral, your heart was beating a mile a minute. He was handsome.There was a cut down his face that was identical to the one his mask dawned. It was deep too. Who knew how someone had gotten that close to injure him that deeply. He had dark eyes, though you weren't’ all that surprised about that. Sharp wide cheekbones and a cold gaze. His hair was curly.It was unkempt and clearly unwashed. You tried to get him to bathe every week or so but it was a hassle and you never saw him wash his hair. So the curls were natural, reaching the top of his ears. He was annoyingly beautiful. 

You cleared your throat. There was no expression on him to read and you doubted there ever would be. 

“I’ll get the stuff for your face.” You started to walk away but he grabbed your arm, causing you to jump. You turned back towards him. He was looking down at you, a neutral look in his eye that had an undertone with control. “Michael?” you whispered. You wanted your voice to be louder but nothing strong came out. 

Did you dare kiss him and risk breaking your neck? In the moment you were pretty positive it would be worth it. You moved forward and kissed him. His jaw was timid. You had never kissed like this before. You put your hand on his jaw and slowly started to move it. 

He let you take the lead but only for a moment. 

Once he got the hang of it he easily took the control back. He put a hand firmly on your arm and moved you back until you finally hit a wall. He raised his hand and wrapped it around your neck. For a moment you thought he was going to squeeze the life out of you. Panic started to rise in your chest but it was subdued when he squeezed the sides. He could still break you but at least you would be happy going. 

Michael pulled away. His blood had gotten on your face. It had started to pour down his chin. His face gave away no signs of pleasure or disdain. You however were breathing happily, holding your neck with an impressed look on your face. 

“You sure got the hang of that quick,” you breathed. “Lemmee get the stuff for your eye,” was all you could think to say next. He let you walk past him this time. If you didn’t know any better there was a smug aura in the air as you left him.