#but i got my navy blue coveralls out of the closet and have been staring at them

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h-hewwo can i get a 2007 myers and a gender neutral reader?? but like... soft and fluffy. thank u

       You’re lying if you say you’ve never just wanted to brush RZ Myers’ hair…          Chilly autumn nights welcomed the occasion of pumpkin scented candles and crackling fires, fluffy blankets and toasty cocos. All things better shared among two people but you were not fortunate enough to have such luxury. Not only had you been working diligently, but even if you weren’t, the one person you dared to think about sharing those pleasantries hadn’t been seen for a week. You weren’t too upset over it, in fact you were used to your phantom guest coming and going as he pleased but, you know, company never hurt anyone. Even if said company was a little more.. Dangerous than normal ones. You take what you get.     You stood from your desk chair, stretching up with a strained noise followed with a satisfying crackling and sigh. Having spent hours working hunched over your desk, you were happy to be finished with said work. At roughly 11 p.m, there was no time better to sink into your plush mattress and drift off into candy-coated dreams.      Slipping into your most comfortable sleepwear before pushing on your slippers and heading to the bathroom to do your nightly ritual. With the sound of the sink running and your gargling of the sharp minty mouthwash, you hadn’t heard the front door open and shut.

     After your nightly ritual was over with, you flicked the lights off, wandering down the stairs to do the same for all rooms. Heading for the living room, you glanced at the classic horror movie playing on the screen before turning it off along with the lamp beside the couch. Turning to head to the kitchen, you almost looked over the muddy footprints on your shiny tile floor that led to the sink. No way..      Creeping over to the sink as if whatever was inside would lunge at you, you were greeted with the familiar red-stained blade laid haphazardly across the plates already inside. Your heart jumped at the sight, a choked noise escaping. Following the trail of muddied prints with your eyes, you felt your expression sink as the dirtied prints stepped onto your carpet.. And onto the stairs. “No.”      Jumping from your previous frozen state, you ran past the kitchen and up the stairs, following the splatters of thick mud on your once clean carpet. “No, no, no.” You repeated, seeing the steps lead to your bedroom. Where your clean, not at all dirty bed was. 

     “No!” You burst into the room exaggeratedly, your arms held out in ‘Stop!’ fashion before slapping them onto your mouth, realizing yelling at this guest wasn’t a good idea. Michael’s head snapped to your direction, freezing in a hunched position over the bed, his dirtied hands gripping tighter onto the sheets. His usual navy suit was splattered and filthy, his boots thrown carelessly to the side of the room. His mask remained donned but you could see flecks of matted blonde hair peeking beneath and- is that a twig in his hair? He was really about to go to sleep like this.      Though you couldn’t see beneath the abyss of the mask’s eyes, you could feel the sharp glare that was staring directly at you. Shivering, you rubbed at your goosebumps anxiously and suddenly the wall was very interesting, “Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry, I just- You’re really, uhm..” Flicking your doe eyes back on him, “You’re filthy.” Coughing out slightly as if saying anything slightly negative about the man had physically ailed you. 

     Michael blew out a hearty huff behind the mask; obviously not wanting any part in this lecture; and continued to pull the covers of the bed up, leaning over to get in.      “Michael, please!” You jumped close to him in panic, placing your hand on his forearm in an effort to stop your pretty sheets from being stained with whatever this stray animal of a man decided to play in that night.      His head once again snapped toward you, and now that you were up closer, you could see his icy glare this time directed at your hand. You could feel the muscles tense beneath his sleeve, and with it, your impending doom.      Yanking your hand back to your chest, holding it almost protectively, “Okay! Okay, I’m sorry.” His glare remained, a slight tug to sheets in an almost ‘Can I sleep now?’ way. Your passive nature always came out on reflex around him, whether it was out of fear or his sheer dominant nature, but you wanted to stand your ground on this. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right? He shouldn’t mind that much, right?      “No, Michael, you- I can’t let you get into /my/ bed like /that/.” You stepped back in precaution. His grip tightened on the sheets, you noticed.

      “I’m sure you’re very tired from your.. Adventure.. so I won’t force you to take a shower tonight.” ‘Force’ was never the right word to use around the ragged blonde, if anyone would be forced to do anything, it would be you. 

     “But at least change out of that mess? Please?” Not daring to meet his gaze, you could still feel it piercing through you. Of course, Michael will always just do what he wants and if he wants to go to sleep covered in his filth then he was going to like the feral beast he was.

     Fidgeting slightly at the uncomfortable amount of empty response time, you didn’t have high hopes for your once pristine sheets to remain that way. You assumed that he was giving you a ‘You can’t be serious.’ look but refused to look up at him to confirm that or not.

     Suddenly, Michael dropped the sheets and stood to his full height, a fun reminder how much taller he was than you. Instinctively, you stepped back a little from him once again, the chill down your back evaporating once you saw his scarred hand reach for the zipper of his coveralls.      “Oh! Thank you so much! Let me get you something to change into.” You beamed at the rare cooperation before scurrying off to the closet. He must be in a good mood and, boy, were you going to milk that. 

     Quickly, you rummaged through the closet to find the oversized clothing you had specifically just for this circumstance. Just in time for Michael to step fully out of his coveralls, you turned and handed him the plush sweatpants and sweater with a dopey smile, red dust clouding your cheeks as you tried not to look at his athletic build in this state. Standing in just boxers and a black tee that clinged to his body, you kept your eyes up at his f- mask. The mask was still on, not that you should expect any different.     Reaching out, his large, calloused hands enveloped yours for a moment as he pulled the clothes to him, his attention now turning to it as he ran his fingers across the soft texture.

     “You get changed and comfy. I’ll take your clothes and put them in the wash, okay?” You asked, not that you expected a response, crouching over to pick up his caked coveralls in a pinch, holding it as far above the ground and away from you as you could and meandered downstairs.

     Heart feeling light and fuzzy as you stepped back upstairs, you hear the heavy creak of the bed shifting underneath Michael’s weight. With a smile still draped over your lips, you step back in the bedroom to be greeted with a very comfy looking Michael, sitting up in bed with the blanket over his lap where his hands met. Your smile grew wider at the sight, faltering slightly seeing the beaten up mask still sitting on his shoulders.      Glancing over at your dresser, you devised a plan.      “I really appreciate you listening to me, Michael.” You started, pink dusting your cheeks again as you felt his stare on you once again. “But could you do one more thing for me?” You bit the inside of your cheek. This was a dangerous game, you already got him to comply once, to ask him to do it again was a fat chance but yet you continued, grabbing the hairbrush from the dresser. 

     “If you could take off your mask, I could brush your hair out.” Smiling sheepishly at the man, cueing a signature loling of his head. Stepping over to the other side of the bed, you waited for a sign that you weren’t welcome only not to receive one.     “It’ll feel relaxing. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” Taking your seat next to him, you again were reminded of the height difference. Now that you were closer, the bedside lamp illuminating the space, you could once again see his eyes upon you. It wasn’t a glare or squint this time. He looked tired.

      After a moment or so, Michael shifted and slowly reached up to the edges of the practically ruined mask. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears, you hadn’t seen his face in a very long time and to see it now in such a soft light left your mouth dry with anticipation. Peeling off the silicon mask, his matted strands of honey coated hair falling free to his shoulders, draping over his face. You could make out his sharp jawline, a thick stubble coating over it. 

      Running his thumb over the mask before setting it onto the bedside stand and looking over at you, your heart stopped for a moment. His silvery blue eyes bore into you, small scars littering his cheeks, most definitely from debris. A scar leading across the bridge of his nose and deathly close to his right eye. 

      Yes, you’ve seen his face before on a very, /very/ rare occasion and knew what he looked like but to see it again such close proximity was a whole different experience. Pink once again danced on your cheeks as you were sure you were staring for too long, glancing away from him and clearing your throat. “Alright so just..” You started, patting your lap, “Lay your head here and get comfy.”       After a moment, as usual, he shifted onto his back, his feet dangling over the side of the bed, laying his head on your lap, not before you lift his hair up and away.      His eyes once again stared through you as you picked out little things from his hair, and, yes, that was a twig. Parting it in half, you starting to brush out the knots starting from the bottom. “Let me know if it I tug too hard at any moment.” You offered a small smile down at him, earning a very slight nod.      You both stayed like that for a long time, his hair was much more matted than you had expected and as you finished up on one part, you glanced at his face to see he had closed his eyes.

     Had he fallen asleep? Either way, to have him willingly close his eyes and be this vulnerable to you almost made you tear up. Fighting back the bubbling giggles as to not wake him up as you put your focus on the second part, repeating the process you had for the last one happily.

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