《A/n: Warning: This chapter contains smut. There's your lovely warning friends and fam ;^) Also you should listen to the song Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey at a certain part of this chapter ^^》

"What's up with you today?" Nea snickered at the sulking woman on the ground next to her.

"You mean tonight?" David corrected and laughed as Nea sent him a glare.

"You know what I mean," she rolled her eyes. Casting her gaze back down she nudged the woman with her elbow. "Anyway, what's up?"

The (h/c) haired young woman took the stick next to her and began to drag it across the dirt in letters.

'I got in an argument with my brothers girlfriend, and Michael is in a game right now so I can't rant to him.'

Nea rose a brow, feeling sympathetic for her. "What's wrong with ranting to us?"

She kicked away the last paragraph to use a clear space, 'you guys don't understand sign language, and it takes so long to write in dirt.'

"I see your point." Claudette nodded as she read the words. "The Shape has been quite aggressive in his trials lately, I'm guessing it has something to do with the Clown."

The woman glanced up, suddenly interested in what Claudette was saying. Claudette quickly met (Y/n)'s gaze, and Nea let the botanist explain the events.

"There was a ruckus a few nights ago, in our divided side of the forest. Apparently the Clown was planning for a visit when the Shape had found him."

'What did he do?'  Read in dirt.

"Nea and Meg were the first ones to witness it, being the most fueled from curiosity. The Shape and the Clown were wrestling- well- Michael was trying to stab the Clown."

The womans eyes widened, Nea saw a flash of emotion in them before she piped in. "Yeah actually, he stabbed the Clown twice. He seemed really angry."

(Y/n) nodded, 'now that you say that. The Clown was walking funny when I saw him last.'

"Must be why then." Nea then followed, crossing her arms. "It had something to do with you didn't it? That one night."

Nea saw the woman visibly shudder, and the alley cat bit her cheek for speaking about it. "Sorry." She quickly apologized, rubbing the back of her neck.

'It's okay, but yes. It most likely did have to do with what happened that one night.'

Nea nodded slowly, feeling the need to apologize again but held back. Instead asking Claudette, "you restocked on those plants you use?"

"They're not just plants, Nea. Though I have restocked on them."

"Cool cool, so you're not gonna let me bleed out this time right? It wasn't fun."

Claudette rose a brow, "I was running towards you, with the Trapper chasing me. You didn't even make an effort to reach me."

"Uh-huh actually I was... it was just taking a long time." She blew a strand of hair from her face.

(Y/n) (who sat between the two) shoulders shook in a chuckle. Her eyes wandered, before gazing off in the distance towards the trees.

Nea watched her stand up, in that same moment Feng, Meg, Quentin and Detective Tapp appeared at the fire. Another four sacrifices, so she knew then, Nea thought amusingly.

"Go on, we'll talk next time." Nea ushered her off, and the woman blinked at her before sending a small smile.

Then off she walked, towards the figure between the treeline.

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Michael held out a hand to (Y/n) as she approached.

"What a gentleman, hmm?" She mouthed with a teasing smile, taking his hand.

He turned his head away, walking next to her to his current house.

It felt natural to be with her, hold her hands and think about kissing her. The old voices in his head were pushed aside to think just about her.

He was completely intoxicated with her.

It felt more than just a normal obsession for her, way more.

And, for once.

Michael didn't think it was a bad thing he had gotten attached. A ghost smile upon his lips and she tugged him along with a small smile.

She lead him inside his own abode, looking around at the spotless house. Since Michael doesn't prefer to domesticate himself by cleaning, everything that keeps the place without a speck is left to the Entity. Since it does have the power to alter it's own realm anyway. She discarded her sweater when she entered, left with a grey short-sleeved shirt.

Michael let her walk around the house, signing to him about how her brother's girlfriend had suggested she went to a doctor about stopping the dreams. And his corners twitched upwards when she stated she didn't want to for several reasons (saying he was one of them made his night).

"You have a radio? Does it work?" She picks it up, examining it with a questioning look before sitting down at the couch. Michael shrugged, watching as she began to mess with the buttons and walked next to where she sat.

She jumped when music actually began to play. Before smiling widely up at him, "I know this song." She mouthed, putting the radio on the coffee table.

With a hesitant look, she stood up and faced him. A hopeful gleam in her eyes.

"Dance with me?"

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It was stupid to ask, you knew well enough but you still did it.

Staring up with hopeful eyes to the brown ones behind the mask. "Please?" You didn't know how to dance, but to hell with that since you knew Michael didn't either.

You didn't even plan to do a full freaking routine, just the wish to even sway while in his arms (as cringy and or corny it sounds) was more than good enough. The song Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey played in the background, it took you by suprise that the Entity had access to music like it.

With the argument from yesterday and your rant out of you, you felt much better. Even more so when he awkwardly took hold of your hand.

A silent laugh escaped you, stepping closer and wrapping your other arm around his waist (seeing as your head reached up to his collar). You felt his other hand press at the small of your back.

You pushed aside the embarrassment, just gazing up at his eyes while solely focusing on him and the music in the background.

Swaying your hips slowly, he followed your rhythm. Focusing on you just like you did towards him, his gaze warm to you.

You mouthed along to the words, using the space unoccupied by furniture.

His hand squeezed yours, the other pressing you closer to him. Then he let go of your hand, placing both around your waist instead.

Well he sure knows how to make a move, you mentally noted. Moving your hands to the sides of his arms.

You leaned your head on his chest, just enjoying the warmth that radiated from him.

As the song ended you reached for the collar of his coveralls, pressing a kiss to his mask's lips. You tugged at the end of the mask, hoping he'd move it up again so you could kiss him for real.

He understood the motion, pulling up the mask and allowed you to kiss his lips again.

He pulled you forward as he walked back, eventually sitting down with you on his lap, still prepping his lower face with kisses.

You smiled, "God, I love you." You mouthed with the exhale of a breath, stroking his jaw with gentle fingers.

The music faded to a background white noise, fully focusing on the man of your dreams (quite literally).

Gentle caresses turned more passionate, Michael's hands curiously exploring you from running across the skin of your cheek to your lower back.

You wanted him.

The fact dawned on you the longer you sat in this moment, an unknown bound of lust had washed over you.

Hesitation tingled in the back of your head as you pulled lightly at the ends of dirty blonde hair. "Michael..."

God, you especially loved his eyes.

"Please."

Not another word was mouth when you were picked up as Michael stood. Wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as support, you hid your flushed face in the crook of his neck. Nibbling lightly at the skin of his neck.

You were taken upstairs for the first time, lead into a bedroom and placed down on the bed with care. Brown dark eyes met yours, a message within those eyes you adored so much.

'Are you sure?'

And with the visible swallow of the lump in your throat, you nod.

You watched with intense eyes as he began to take off the coveralls, the mask adjusted on his face and left untouched.

You layed back when he faced you, breath hitched in anticipation. His hands rested at your hips, glancing at you as they hooked under your shirt.

You just smiled, smiled because he was being so tentative. So careful you wanted it, as much as his eyes said he did.

And you did, you were completely sure. Since the moment you saw him back in the old nights when you had first arrived, you were captured in whatever spell he had.

In one fluid motion your shirt was gone, goosebumps rising on your (pale/tan/dark) skin. You shifted on your back to unclip your bra, looking away shyly as he pulled the cloth off.

A warm hand was rested on your exposed stomach, its warmth ran tingles through you.

His fingers traced up, going to your right breast and experimentally squeezed. You gave a low gasp, inexperienced as you were, you were new to the feeling.

You exhaled slow when he did it again, before his hands moved away from your chest to your collar.

You smiled lovingly when a single finger traced the heart shaped scar.

You no longer felt so shy. You were just as exposed to him as he was to you. Moving your hands to rest on his broad shoulders. His skin under his coveralls were just as pale as his hands, if not more so. Which is understandable, considering there was no sun in this realm.

He melted to your touch, leaning down and in turn began to kiss and bite your neck.

You heard him let out a grunt when your leg brushed against his growing erection. So you pressed your knee against him, a gasp escaping your lips when he retaliated with a rougher bite.

His actions and movements were slow, going by your pace.

You took your own turn to look at him this time, every mark and muscle he had. You let a snort escape you when he shivered under your fingers, your smile still ever present as was the growing desire in you.

You pulled his mask up this time, above his nose, feeling him relax at the respect of his own limit.

"Michael... please Mikey?" His eyes were aimed to your lips at they moved, moving to your pants where he glanced up before carefully pulling them off.

In your eyes he wasn't a coldhearted killer and stalker. No he was Michael Myers, the love of your life you were willing to do anything for in exchange for being with him.

You bit your lip when he pulled down your pants along with your underwear. Flushing a darker shade of red when he merely tossed it aside, and stared for a moment.

You looked up, a short wave of embarrassment washed over you until you felt a finger probe at your entrance. You sucked in a breath when a finger entered you, a newfound feeling of pleasure ran through you in waves when the shock subsided.

You exhaled as another finger entered, slowing pushing in and out of your core. You let out the closes sound to a breathy moan when he began to scissor his fingers in you, clutching his forearm tightly.

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Michael watched with intensity as she writhed under him, her body fully nude to his eyes.

She was beautiful.

An angel sent down just for him, and only him.

Her words stuck in his mind like glue.

"I love you."

She kept mouthing it again and again, stirring him on further.

He loved her too.

She seemed to be the only one who could understand and love him despite his murderous lifestyle and behaviors.

He was completely hard from the sounds that escaped the (h/c) womans lips, watching her observantly with each move of his fingers. Which place he'd put more pressure on to give her more pleasure.

With the sharp intake of a breath, her back arched breasts propped out while she came. She layed back, panting to catch her breath.

Michael pulled his fingers from her glistening core. Waiting for her to look at him before placing the same fingers in his mouth with a sly look.

The corner of his lips twitched to a smirk when he saw her eyes widen before covering them with an arm.

He loomed above her now, brushing the strands of hair that stuck to her cheeks.

"I love you too, lollipop."

Her arm fell from her eyes, staring wide eyed at him before smiling so brightly it must've hurt.

"Do it then, make me yours Michael."

He lined up with her entrance, easing his member into her in one fluent thrust.

She arched her back, letting out a deep sigh through her mouth. Eyes squeezed shut.

Her walls hugged his cock tightly, and he waited patiently for the pain she felt to subside before he moved any further.

He took his cue when she rolled her hips, grinding against him with a slow breath.

He pulled out slowly before thrusting back into her, hee reaction was a gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him closer with her arms and kissed him.

Michael let out a low groan when her walls squeezed around him, laying a hand on her cheek.

He glanced to her face, watching as her lips moved to chant his name repeatedly.

Licking his lips, he thrusted faster, his rhythm speeding up and she moved her hips to match him. A dance not only just sex, but filled with love and passion Michael never expected he would receive in the past.

Her breathing was ragged, panting out while other noises of pleasure escaped her lips. She moaned when Michael grabbed one of her ankles, moving her leg over his arm so he could do deeper.

He loved every sound and every facial expression she made. It was memories he would have of her until his end.

"Michael... don't stop, I'm- almost there."

No words were spoken a loud, but he understood every movement of her lips. Hands now on her hips, he pushed in and out roughly his own rythm failing him when he began to near his edge.

He leaned down, biting the space between her shoulder and neck with a low moan. He himself was suprised at how vocal he could become. Though the pleasure wasn't ignored.

Her nails scraped down his back, making him shudder.

He came right after she did, her walls squeezed him tighter as she arched up to him, breasts pushed against his chest and mouth ajar. As he did he bit down harder, unintentionally breaking skin.

He wiped away the blood apologetically. Riding out his orgasm before pulling out of her with another shudder.

He shifted and stood, moving her under the covers, a hand grasped his wrist.

"Stay here with me."

A second of thought before he complied, he never thought of using the bed before to sleep or rest in. He can't say he was terribly exhausted but the thought of holding her after what had just passed was good enough to convince him.

She curled up to him, eyes staring at his own where he layed.

"I love you Michael."

He hugged her closer, yearning for the love and warmth she gave him.

"My lollipop."

She smiled.

"Your lollipop."

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《A/n: Two things, #1 this is the longest chapter by far. #2 I haven't written smut in a long while like this, so if it's weird or something I guess there's your excuse. XD

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