oh my gosh im LIVING for your michael fluff!!! im wanting to request an hc for his love languages for female reader please!
Michael Myers (Halloween)
Thank you! This HC is more fluffy than others. I really liked writing this one! Enjoy soft mikey. <3
* these aren't in any specific order and I decided to add both sides to it not just his. Hope that's okay for you anon!!
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.
But both of you know he ain't gonna do shit. He cares for you, adores you, loves you so much. Will he say that? Nope. But michael is a man who proves a point with actions.
That was until it back fired. You were a sniper, a good one too, you picked off the men one by one. It was just you and soap, ghost had been with price a little back.
They say when a bullet hits you, you don’t feel it. And boy were they wrong.
You screamed in agony as you pulled your 50. Cal around and shot the the guy straight in the head. He was so close the gun always shot a hole in his chest.
You threw your gun to the side and looked at the damage.
“Viper!” Ghost yelled as he ran up.
“What happened!” He pulled at his first aid kit and tried bandaging you up. Your lung was collapsing and blood was filling your other one. You weren’t gonna make it. “Simon, please.” You grabbed at his hands, “your bleeding I’m trying to help.” He yelled.
“I’m not gonna make it.” You coughed, blood sprinkled your palm. “No don’t say that!” Ghost yelled, his voice cracking.
“Simon please. You have to let me go. You have to forget about me. Can you do that for me? Please.” You reached up to put your hand on his mask, your blood tainted his white skull.
“Don’t say that, please. You’ll be okay.” That’s all he said.
That’s all he could say, before your body went limp, he held your hand to his face.
He couldn’t bring himself to forgetting the one thing that kept him alive.
He didn’t know what to do as he cradled your face in his hands.
The same hands that had taken many lives. The same hands he used to hold your now frail body at night.
A relative you were close to had passed away recently, it had practically thrown you into a depressive state. Michael didn’t know what to do, he never had to deal with stuff like this. He didn’t know what to do when your weight dropped, he couldn’t cook. All he knew was to sit and hold you and just hope it all goes away.
There are moments he will bathe you, your favorite soap scrubbed onto a loofah so he may drag it across your body. He’ll brush your hair, put on your moisturizer. His rough hands so very gently gliding across your face. Once he was done he’d hold your face in his hands, kissing the tip of your nose.
He knew he’d never act like this on regular occasions but you needed him.
At night he would often take a shower of his own, speeding through the process for he can hold you in his arms. He walks into the bedroom, you lay on the bed on your side facing the wall. He crawls in beside you wrapping his arm around your stomach and putting his other under your head to use as a pillow. He didn’t care if his arm would fall asleep, if it meant you’d be happy he’d gladly end his own life.
So he’ll nurse you back to health, he’ll slow dance with you in the living room as your favorite song played, he’ll let you paint his nails, he’ll take you on walks through the park his arm around your shoulders, he’ll heat up tv dinners and ramen because it’s all he knows to make, he’ll steal you a puppy or kitten, he’ll clean the whole house, he’ll watch movies with you, he’ll kiss your body from head to toe. He’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay.
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