I ♡ Butcher!

Michael is more than pleased knowing you have a strong (and sour) opinion on crowds. He likes that you depend on him for comfort and safety. However, this doesn’t mean he likes knowing you’re feeling anxious or worried. Michael is very limited to what he can feel but when it comes to you he desperately wants to destroy anything that hurts you or upsets you.

Michael loves watching you from afar. He’s done that since day one and it will never stop. He is there to protect you - as everyone around you is considered a threat in his mind. He is there to comfort you when you need to leave for a breath of fresh air. He is there waiting, watching, listening. Always listening to what your friends say behind your back. What strangers say. And if he doesn’t agree or like any of the things they say.. it’s very difficult to talk him out of doing anything horrible.

He doesn’t talk so he won’t be able to talk for you, he does speak up for you through his actions. (Unmasked) He will glare, pull you aside, step in front of you, or whatever you prefer him to do. He will do it, and he will enjoy it because again, it shows you need him and only he’s able to give you the protection and comfort you need.

If you get nervous around Michael and stumble on your words he tilts his head a little. Studying you. Thinking of ways to fluster you more and calm you at the same time. He has a habit of toying with you a lot, but not too much. He’s just a tease by nature.

-You're like this with the League, so he knows it's not just him.

-It's not till it's been a few months and he manages to get you to laugh, genuinely laugh, for the first time. And there, it's when he breaks.

-You guys bond over the mutual feeling of another villain trying to act tough around the LOV, or a hero trying to stand up to them and then getting wiped out. Irritation. Disgust.

-Slowly, you both share bits and pieces about yourselves. And it's like this that Dabi realizes you're one of the few people he respects.

-And, despite his initial wariness and judgement, you're a sweetheart. You just fell into the wrong path, but you're decent.

-You guys totally prank Shigaraki and Compress a few times, hiding behind corners and jumping out to scare them, switching out their accessories for a knockoff version, etc etc.

-Toga and Twice even join in, ganging up on them as well.

-Dabi can't believe the crazy ideas you have sometimes; he almost doubts that they can be pulled off.

-Sometimes you even say the most out of pocket stuff, and then everyone's laughing nonstop.

-But he's not complaining. He can't remember the last time he laughed this much.

'You really have no filter, huh, (your name)?'

-There have been a few times in battles where your out-of-the-box thinking and strategy saved them, or resulted in minimal damage.

-You do ease off a little bit if anyone acts annoyed, or says something about it.

acts of service.

Okay so.. mike won't mention anything before doing whatever it is, he gets a bit uncomfortable and a little flustered.

He knows you better than anyone, he reads you well and pays attention, to the point where he knows you'll be needing something within a few days.

You're almost out of beauty products? He will steal whatever he can find from other female victims.

Need another notebook or want to read different books? He's on the hunt for it.

You're tired and sleeping in? He will try his best to clean up after himself. This is rare.

Will help you move heavy stuff around the house if you want to rearrange.

Something you need in a cabinet too high? After some light teasing, mike will grab whatever it is for you and remember to keep it lower next time.

Someone upset/hurt you? Yeah.. surprise, they're suddenly missing and totally not laying somewhere lifeless.

Michael loves to gift you random things for literally no reason as well. If he sees anything you might like, he is stealing it asap and leaving it on your bed, around the house, etc. He won't physically give gifts to you, he's honestly a bit too shy and awkward for that.

He's always unsure on how or when to show affection so he makes up for it the most in this aspect.

So tbh he's just a cat gifting you weird shit all the damn time.

Michael LOVES it when you do the same for him! Although.. for him it's more about his.. lifestyle and less romantic or whatever.

He enjoys anything you cook for dinner, he skips breakfast most of the time. But dinner and snacks? Oh yeah, he's going to love it.

Having his clothes and trusted knife cleaned is definitely heartwarming to him, as odd as it may sound. But c'mon, it's mike.

He gets a bit flustered whenever you have a towel and fresh clothes ready at night or very early in the morning for him.

You cleaning the house is a huge green flag to him, he appreciates it very much even if sometimes it doesn't seem like it. He knows that without your cleaning skills, his living situation would only get worse.

Tbh he's a man child when not hunting so he basically has you as some personal care giver, someone to lean on and depend on for specific things. And in return, he doesn't harm you or worse- no but seriously, he loves you, in his own fucked up ways.

love letters & notes.

Michael doesn't talk. He refuses to, he might let a grunt or hum slip out occasionally but yeah.. this man ain't a fan of speaking. So.. what does he do?

Yep. Notes. Notes everywhere.

Some are strange to say the least.

Ripped up pages with scribbled drawings of a pretty rose or a heart (a semi-realistic one, not the casual hearts everyone else does)

Other times he will write random praises, these are rare but so sweet and meant to be cherished and never mocked or brought up, it takes a lot of inner strength to do this.

However, he has a habit of not putting any "i" before any affectionate phrases.

"Love you."

"Proud of you."

"So pretty today."

Michael is over the moon whenever you write him letters! He will save every single one, stuff them in his pocket for a few days then put them somewhere safe, to read whenever he feels like it.

In a way, he feels more understood when you write instead of speak. He doesn't talk so for you to do something similar to him is definitely a pull on the heart strings.

Late at night, whenever you're sleeping, he likes to read the notes over and over, a burning sensation in his eyes like tears.

He won't cry but it's extremely close to it.

If you give him a letter face to face, he won't read it in front of you unless you beg and push him to do so.

Luckily his mask hides the red blush and raised eyebrows whenever he reads something so loving.

And if you're the lucky one, and his mask is off, you'll see every single reaction he desperately tries to hide.

Out of embarrassment he sometimes shoves the note back to you and walks away, only to awkwardly back, pick it up/out of your hands then walk away again.

praise. (sfw)

Praise for Michael is mostly about him as a person in general.

Yes, you know what he does is awful, but you still find the motivation to praise his personality, especially whenever he spares someone, such as young kids.

Or if he cleans up after hunting. Tell him he did a good job and he will clean more.

The most emotional one is when you praise him for opening up more, even in the slightest of ways. Please let him know you appreciate it and respect his boundaries at the same time.

Michael praising you is less verbal obviously so it may seem like less but it's always genuine and never dull, surprisingly.

Head pats! Gentle and simple.

No words needed.

A head tilt and a cute thumbs up sometimes too if you do something you weren't so sure of. He approves!

quality time.

Okay so.. he will never admit to this but he loves to be around you all the time. He only huffs and walks away when he's getting overstimulated with emotions he's not used to, not because you're annoying or something.

He won't necessarily be by your side 24/7 when in the house but he finds so much peace in knowing you're just a room over, so close to reach and far enough to enjoy alone time as well.

This changes the longer he is with you though. Eventually he is closer than ever.

Quality time for you is a bit different.

You love to sit next to him, in the same rooms, doing whatever.

Watching movies, cooking, etc.

His presence (once terrifying) is very calming, being around him feels like a blanket of safety.

On the days you can coax him into being closer when doing stuff, it's awkward at first but he warms up quick enough.

And on the days he wants to be in separate rooms, you sometimes stand by the doorway and check on him, vise versa.

He will check on you too. But he just.. stands there, not saying a word. Then slowly walks away, only to "check" on you again ten minutes later.

That's when you know he either wants your attention or would like to show you something.

physical touch.

Okay so.. this one is very important and difficult at the same time.

Michael is beyond touch starved.

This means he reacts negatively the first few times you try touching him.

It's not because he hates your touch or feels angry about it, no, the poor guy just doesn't understand it honestly.

Once he gets used to your loving touches he is going to get greedy with it.

When he fights it off, pull him closer and make him stay there. Because trust me, if he truly wanted to be away from you in that moment, he's more than strong enough to push you or himself off.

So when he doesnt do that, it's a silent way of saying, "hey, I'm not sure about this bc I'm getting emotional but I dont really want to leave, I need this"

Finally, after some time, he learns to relax and actually enjoys laying on your chest, your hands in his hair (if he takes the mask off but that's rare, unfortunately.)

Michael is naturally needy for your cuddles and simple affectionate gestures. He's totally clingy but will never admit it to you or himself.

Like fr, he's always around you and staring. Waiting to be cuddled or for you to ask him if you can be held.

He loves holding you so much. Keeping you safe is his number one priority, lowkey.

You enjoy being held by him.

His strong arms and buff-built type of body is absolutely warm as hell.

Personal heater tbh.

In the beginning he isn't going to initiate anything so that's on you.

Once both of you are comfortable enough with each other, Michael is going to pull you to his chest/on his lap frequently, whenever he's home with nothing else to do.

It's a bit rough, the way he guides you into his embrace, but it's also loving.

Michael will hold you more if you're upset, stressed, angry, etc.

He will pay attention to what you melt into and the things you don't like, where you like to be caressed, etc.

Most of his cuddles are late at night or early morning before you wake up, he's so embarrassed whenever you catch him being all soft and you calling him a teddy bear always earns a threatening glare from the masked man.

the beginning of the relationship & affection.

Let's be real here, it takes a lot of patience for this odd relationship to work and function properly.

You're the first to initiate most things when it comes to anything romantic.

Cuddling? Not right away, even if you ask or beg for it. It all starts with something small.

Pats on the head. Awkward hugs.

It takes him a while to actually hug you back with genuine energy that's purely full of love and adoration.

He's felt it for way longer, he just never acted on it for the sake of being vulnerable, it had his stomach in anxious knots.

how he feels about your gentle personality.

At first? It was so annoying. He often thought to himself how foolish and ignorant you were to trust so blindly.

You were seconds away from death, all he had to do was step closer and wrap his hands around your throat but you stuttered in fear- yet voiced concern for his injuries.

"You're bleeding!"

Signature head tilt.

Confusion and amusement.

This resulted in him sparing your life.

How he feels about your gentle nature now? Not exactly annoying but actually bothersome due to anxiety.

Michael hates the thought of not being able to protect you one day, or be there for you in the moment- you're definitely fragile in his eyes, so vulnerable and weak.

Losing you because you trusted someone so easily gets under his thick skin.

He tends to scold you frequently.

He will also try teaching you ways of protecting yourself even though it's more than likely that he's following you everywhere even without your knowledge.

In conclusion, this only adds more to the urge of needing to keep you safe. You're his and will always be protected, michael would literally do anything to keep you alive.

how michael reacts to your affection.

Michael isn't going to react much for a while. Very stiff and just blank like a white canvas. However, that doesn't mean he will shove you away or anything.

He secretly loves your affection.

The man just doesn't know how to properly give it back in return, it'll take some time.

Kiss his masked cheek? His heart melts.

Cling to his arm when on the couch? He will casually open his arms and guide you to his chest, holding you protectively.

Hugs are the first thing he responds to eventually. But sometimes his hugs can be painful, he's not aware of how strong he is when doing simple things like this.

Once he's used to your touch and trusts you completely, it's different and very difficult to have any personal space.

He's always next to you.

Doing dishes? Behind you the whole time.

Watching tv in bed? Lays next to you.

Cooking? Staring and standing near you without getting in the way too much.

He's still a bit rough with his touches though but don't take it personally.

He's prone to grip your shoulder or wrist to pull you towards him.

Will definitely look down at you and tilt his head to see your flustered reaction, sometimes lifting your chin with his rough hand, leaning in closer.

The first kiss doesn't happen for a long time. He will tease you a bit with it as if to seem confident but really he's nervous about messing it up some how or making you uncomfortable. Plus it's new to him.

In the end, he grows very used to your affection and will ask for it silently.

how he feels about your clingy behavior.

In the beginning it made him uncomfortable.

Why were you so attached and so willing to love on him? Why did you want to be near him? Despite not feeling guilty for what he does, he oddly enough feels insecure.

But the longer you're with him, the better he is at dealing with your clingy self.

It comes to a point where he is irritated and will huff in annoyance if you aren't clingy enough, he enjoys your company and loves knowing you want to be around him all the time. He feels needed and loved.

If you're insecure about being needy and all that stuff, he's quick to shut those negative thoughts down and will do his best to reassure you that it's okay.

Just don't point it out when he starts being clingy too. He will get embarrassed and cover it up with anger, purposely distancing himself from you for a while.

in conclusion.

Michael didn't mix well with your personality in the beginning.

But thankfully, he warmed up to you and started to enjoy a normal life with you.

And no matter what, you are always protected and cared for in his own ways.

He'd never admit it but he absolutely craves your attention whenever not out doing his usual hunting sprees.

Cutting Michael Myers' hair had not been on your to-do list for the weekend.

Despite the Boogeyman's best efforts, he grew to trust you enough to be comfortable with you seeing him maskless. At first he'd assumed you'd infected him somehow, made him soft. Michael couldn't afford softness, never could. Growing up in the institution had done permanent damage to him, socially and mentally, and you knew this. It wasn't normal for Michael to take a step back whenever you approached him too fast nor was it normal for him to barely sleep a few hours every night simply because he was scared of being experimented on somehow.

While the police had given up looking for the Shape of Haddonfield, you knew Dr Loomis was still looking. And a dark part of you hoped he found you solely because you wanted to beat his stupid face in.

You'd never tell Michael that. A part of you believed he already knew.

With the police no longer looking and wanted posters no longer spreading around the town, it was easier for you to take Michael places. You'd take him shopping, to parks on walks, anywhere with minimal requirement for human socializing. You smiled to yourself while you cut his hair as you recalled a memory of Michael getting annoyed with another customer while out and about and how he'd knocked over an entire jug of milk next to their cart, effectively framing them for the crime.

Your big cat of a man sat completely still while you gave his ends attention.

You'd noticed how long his hair had gotten when he stepped out of the shower this morning, the wet droplets covering his shoulders and running down his back and chest. For a moment that had distracted you but you remained diligent. So, you'd waited for his hair to dry and took him out to the garage to cut his hair.

The sky was overcast and there was a light rain falling that you could see from within the garage. Michael had opened the garage door in order to watch while you cut his hair and seemed content to let you do whatever to his head. It had taken awhile to get him to trust you around him and even longer for sharp objects to be introduced.

Brushing off his bare chest and back, you smiled at your handiwork. "Looking sharp Mikey," you complimented with a smile, "I think this'll make wearing your mask a bit more comfortable. Less itchy too." You watched Michael run his hands through his hair and seemed content. No one was better at reading his micro-expressions than you. He liked it.

As Michael pulled his black tshirt back on, you began brushing the hair with a sweeper and dustpan into a garbage bag. It hadn't been a lot – Michael only had so much tolerance of annoying things – but it still took you a minute to do. You weren't even paying attention to your Boogeyman snooping around the garage until you heard a cymbal make a sound.

You lifted you head and found Michael had removed the cloth covering your old drum set and was investigating it, giving you a tilt of his head. "Oh, I forgot that was out here!" You stepped over some storage boxes as you made your way towards the drums. "The sticks should be around here somewhere," you hummed before digging around the space. Sure enough, you found the two sticks wrapped up nearby. "You know how to play drums?" Michael gave his head a slight shake no.

Sitting in the leather seat, you banged on a few of the drums and showed Michael how they worked. His eyes widened at the loud sounds as you played. "I never learnt anything professional," you told him as you just banged around a bit, "it was just nice to let energy out." You gave the cymbals a hard smash and grinned up at the taller man next to you. "Wanna try?"

Surprisingly, Michael took the sticks and sat down. With a few bangs that seemed exploratory and getting the hang of pressing his foot to make a lower noise, he seemed to catch on pretty quick. You listened as Michael banged the drums, slowly getting more confident as he did so.

Plus you weren't going to pretend he wasn't hot while he did it.

A loud bang signified the end of his "song" and he stared at you with wide eyes, panting heavily. "Fun, right?" You smiled at him. "If you like em, you're free to play. I sure as hell don't use them anymore so they're all yours!"

Michael surprised you as the corners of his mouth stretched into an almost feral grin. His eyes were wide as he began banging the drums again, the loud noises echoing throughout your garage. You laughed in surprise at his genuine joy and stayed to watch him play.

Over the next few days, Michael continued sneaking – literally sneaking, like he'd be in trouble if you spotted him – into the garage to play the drums. His disorganized, chaotic banging was slowly starting to take form. Organized chaos, you smiled to yourself. The loud sounds and movements gave Michael a chance to express himself with noise and not just making his masks. You also found it exceptionally cute when he'd go play and come back inside hours later with his wild brown curls disheveled and a crazed grin on his face.

So you made a mixtape for him that focused on drum sounds, steady but loud beats the way he liked. At first he didn't seem too interested in music but you'd caught him listening to it a few times, eyes closed and posture relaxed. Music wasn't something Michael had a lot of exposure too so you had fun introducing him to bands and musicians. He seemed to like metal music the best so you tried to go for sounds in that area.

Watching Michael drum on things in your home and hum along to songs he liked made your heart swell. He was genuinely having fun with it and you felt joy that he trusted you so much to let his guard down, to let himself be more human.

It had been unsettling at first seeing him smile the way he did but now it just made you equally happy.

He hadn't even been out to kill in a few weeks now, instead using the drums as an outlet for whatever thoughts and feelings he had. Some days he'd let you sit and watch him, appreciating the way you never asked him questions or bothered him while he played, while other days he just needed to be alone. You respected that.

One night you were sitting on the couch with Michael's head in your lap while cartoons played on the tv. You were enthralled in your book and not paying attention but the tv was more for him than you. A thought came to you and you moved your book aside to stare at the pretty boy in your lap. "Hey Michael," you spoke softly as your hand came up to brush your fingers through his hair, "do you want to take drumming lessons? Learn some new sounds and maybe learn to play songs you like?"

He turned his head and blinked up at you, curious. "You don't have to give an answer right now but I know you have fun playing," his slow blink was stupidly cute, "so if you want to learn to play like the drummers in the songs, we can make that happen."

The silence was not rejection, you'd learnt that while living with Michael. He turned his head back to the tv and you knew he would think about your offer.

A few days passed of Michael banging away in the garage before he came to you one night before bed and set the drumsticks in your lap before looking at you expectantly. You tilted your head and gave him a smile. "Alright, I'll find a teacher for you." He gave you a curt nod before climbing into bed after you. Smiling, you placed the drumsticks on your bedside table before curling up with Michael to sleep.

Finding a teacher that would be willing to do private 1-on-1 teaching wasn't too difficult. The hard part was convincing Michael of your cover story. "So you and I eloped once I graduated," you explained while tossing Michael various clothes to wear for his first lesson, "and we share the same last name so don't write Myers on anything. I've only paid for three lessons so you can make sure you like this guy and he knows you don't talk. If he asks, you got in a car accident a few years ago and lost your eye and haven't spoken since." You felt Michael's eyes on you and could feel the amusement radiating off of him.

You turned to look him over. Black jeans and boots, a plain white tshirt, and you'd styled his hair nice. "You're so pretty," the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. You felt your face heat up as Michael observed you curiously. "I mean it Michael. You're so pretty and I love... seeing you happy like this." Deciding to just bite the bullet, you let it all spill out. With some modifications.

Michael blinked at you before stepping closer, calculated and steady. Once the two of you were chest to chest, he leaned down as you leant up, the two of you kissing sweetly before he pulled back slowly. Blinking up at him with a heavy blush, you ran the backs of your fingers over his equally warm cheek. Clearing your throat, you took his hand and led him to the door. "Lets go, don't want you to be late."