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Did you really tought I wouldn’t do something special for the most terrifying night of the year? Dear reader, you should know me better! Your derision with my sacred indole challenged me! Not only I will give you one story, but several! Choose from your preference: brutal killers, innocent victims or misunderstood monsters. 

Read if you dare!

ROUND 1: SLASHERS

Michael Myers falling in love with his nurse would include

• At the beginning of your carrear as a nurse you took care of the elderly in their homes, but since then you've only worked in hospitals. Your job was good, you loved it, and you wouldn't have decided to quit if you hadn't met Dr Loomis

• You happened to take care of one of his patient. The man was admitted to the asylum and an accident involving stairs and sheets meant that he needed to be taken to the hospital. Loomis came along, took care of him through the whole process, and you already knew his name. He was a legend

• Taking care of the patient, helping him change and trying to convince him to eat, Loomis talked to you. He praised and thanked you. He said you had a different gleam in your eyes. That your hands showed affection, that your speech was sweet, that your care was not an obligation but an intrinsic desire to ensure that patients in such a vulnerable state could feel safe. He respected you, but more than that, he saw you. So when Loomis said you'd have a job alongside him if you wanted to, you decided in his favor

• You've quickly climbed up the list of Doctor Loomis' trusted employees. You were rewarded, promoted, you became an example to others. It took a while, but when he realized that you knew what you were doing he invited you to be part of the team that took care of the man who hadn't spoken a word since childhood

• Michael, as you'd expect, didn't say a word the entire time you took care of him. What you couldn't have known, at least not at first, is that you didn't go unnoticed in his eyes

• Michael noticed you. Michael felt how careful but always sure your hands were when the medication was intravenous. He noticed how you respected the head nurse. He saw how you could recognize medication bottles even with your eyes closed. He saw how when something happened to another patient your quickness to act was not a result of irrational concern but of an exemplary knowledge of what to do to ensure no one got hurt

• After a while, Michael stopped just noticing. He started to admire. How you tell him what you’re doing, what medication you gave him, what effects they would have, even if he had never done anything more meaningful than following your movements with his eyes. How you didn't throw the masks he made in the trash like other nurses did, but just keep it in the drawer. How after a while, almost without realizing it, you started to medicate him sitting on the stretcher, next to him. How your gaze, even if suspicious, would meet his when you were doing your work

• Michael felt sad when you passed in front of the door but didn't stop by his room. Michael missed hearing your technician mutter about medication during your break. He felt jealous to discover that he wasn't your only patient. He was jealous of patients who weren't always bed-bound because he saw how more comfortable you were to touch them. He got angry when one of them had a breakdown and tried to hurt you. Michael felt so much about you

• Without you even noticing, Michael has set himself to one task: to be better for you. He stopped fighting with patients or reacting to nurses. He stopped ignoring requests for him to come to the group therapy room, despite not saying anything. He ate what they brought. Michael even stopped glaring at Doctor Loomis

• He did this so he could participate in the activities in the yard, where you and the other nurses were on duty to make sure no one got hurt. He started to be medicated in the ward made for that, so you didn't have to go to his room and go out to deal with the other patients. Even if he wasn't the center of your attention, he could watch you. He's stopped being strapped to a stretcher, so when you take his food or help him with an exam, he can move around. And even though he never touched you, he didn't want to scare you now that he had you so close, just being a little bit closer make him felt like his body was on fire

It turns out that Michael tried, but it was inevitable: he got into a fight. And, unsurprisingly, he won.

He had a cut on his right shoulder, nothing more, while the other patient lost two teeth.

Concerned about the lost, and rightly so, the nurses were divided into four groups: those who would take care of the main injured, those who would take care of who were injured by the shards of glass, those who would pay attention to the most sensitive that because of the noise ended up freaking out, and who would deal with Michael. There were many problems and not so many employees during the morning period. Noticing that Michael reacted better when you medicated him, the head nurse decided that you would take care of him and at least noticed that, in doing the division of tasks, he ended up leaving you alone with Michael.

With Michael seated on a gurney and his right hand chained to the metal table with the necessary instruments, you cleaned the wound and sewed the necessary stitches into the silent giant's skin. "I thought you were getting better", it was clearly you who said it. Michael never spoke.

You quickly completed the task. Besides being something simple, Michael was barely hurt. It was a deeper cut than anyone would want, but nothing compared to the rigidity of Michael's anxious calm. Even before you saw him standing, noticed how he was bigger than anyone you've ever seen, you were already sure that if he fought anyone, he would win.

"It's a shame. Now you won't be able to sunbathe on the yard anymore."

It could have hurt Michael, wasting a moment with you was all he feared most, but it didn't. Because you, while concentrating sewing the stitches, at least noticed what you had done. Michael's arm was stretched out on the metal table and you were standing behind it, leaning down so you could do your job. You rested your elbow on what you thought was the table, but you were wrong: you rested your elbow on Michael's open palm. For the first time he felt what his skin felt like. During all those minutes, he can touch you. Nothing would make him sad at that moment.

• Michael would never be the same again. Not after your touch.

Jason Voorhees falling in love with a camp counselor would include

• Crystal Lake has reopened. You had no idea what this place was, but when you saw how much they would pay you to basically camp out while babysitting, you didn't have to know: the answer was yes. This was the best possible job for the summer. Swimming, spinning around campfires to tell horror stories, playing with children: all this far from their parents. That was a blessing

• When you got there, you realized the job was as good as it looked. You loved taking care of the kids, you spent a lot of time with them, and you were able to enjoy your time with the other camp counselors a lot. Despite a strange sensation running through your spine, a feeling that someone was watching you, there has never been any serious problems. Some children would fall, sometimes the food you made would burn, nothing more. It was paradise. Until it ceases to be

• Jason watched as Crystal Lake reopened. He watched as the owner left the place to let the camp counselors take care of everything. He watched as the children arrived. And later, when one of the teenagers had to come back because she got sick, he saw when you arrived.

• Jason would attack, he was just getting ready, but when you arrived something changed. There was something in your gaze that distracted him. There were several times when, while planning a trap, Jason heard your voice calling the attention of some mischievous child and he simply lost any thread of concentration. You were kind. This wasn't just an excuse to stay away from home: you cared about every single one of the kids. You chased the kids at tag, hid during games, fought whoever did something that could put another child in danger, laid the kids down and kissed each of them on the forehead. You were different and it made him doubt himself

• He decided that if he couldn't help but look at you, Jason would at least work during the day to get his chores done and if there was time left he'd walk around Crystal Lake and check on you. He always did, but thinking that way made Jason feel like he still had control over his mind. At night, when you passed each of the huts to put the kids to bed, Jason followed you through the trees. It was visible how afraid you were to walk alone and at night in that environment, Jason kept you company at night and made sure you got to your own cabin safely. Sometimes he spent more time watching you, he could see through the window that your bedtime ritual included a cup of tea while you read a Regency novel. He would just watch you turn the pages and take sips of tea, and when you turned off the lights Jason would move again. It was his routine

Night after night, even when everything was ready, Jason would retrace his steps through the trees so he could follow you from a distance. When he didn't meet you on the usual path, Jason prowled the entire camp.

When he was already worried, running instead of walking, he heard laughter. Following them, he found the group of teenagers in front of the lake. The lake he feared so much. For a second, he remembered his task: making sure no one ever came near it again. He would even have turned around and finally rid the camp of the counselors, which would have shut it down for good, but your laughter was louder than anything.

In your bathing suits, you and a group of teenagers were having fun in the shallowest part of the lake playing volleyball. Your laughter, your conversations, the way you moved so lightly in the water: Jason was mesmerized.

He didn't notice when one of the teenagers hit the ball too hard. He didn't notice when you walked away from the group to get it. He didn't notice when you started to freak out when you realized that there was a hole in the sand and that now the water was almost getting into your nose.

Jason just heard your scream, and when he saw you were drowning, he acted. 

As you writhed, water rushing into your lungs, something pulled you out of the water. You felt hands grabbing you, holding your belly and preventing you from going deeper and deeper into that dark water. You clung to your savior, hugging his body as you reached the surface. With your eyes closed, the only thing you could do was cough. You felt it when you were lying on the sand and, coughing desperately, you managed to spit out all the water in your lungs.

When you finally opened your eyes, your vision blurred by the whole situation, you didn't see one of the boys: you saw a man in a hockey mask.

You might have convinced yourself it was a hallucination if it weren't for the hand caressing your cheek. You could have convinced yourself you were crazy if it hadn't been for the screaming group. You could have denied everything if you weren't feeling that same strange affliction as when you were alone in the cabin and thought someone was looking at you.

You might even have done any of those things if Jason hadn't put you on his shoulders and guided you into the woods.

• You needed help. Jason would take care of that.

ROUND 2: MONSTERS

Dracula finding his soulmate would include

• Life is so short. I mean, for most people. For Dracula, who in an older life than this was called by everyone the Count, life was long and time was not a concern. Though, of course, he didn't travel back in time to the moments he wanted to live: he needed to wait, and the thing he most waited for was to find his half. Centuries were collected by him and the person who would complete it remained beyond his reach. He just waited, it was the only thing he needed to do, and he kept waiting

• Dracula would hate himself if he didn't live like a god. How could someone hundreds of years old not be rich? What was he doing in the meantime between the present period and birth to not be part of high society? No, Dracula was enjoying the best that life had to offer. He participated in the great parties, he was friends with the artists, he participated in high society. He realized that achieving stardom was not the best choice, people might recognize him and the only thing he abhorred was making trouble for himself, so he found his place. Little did he know what would happen when he agreed to attend the painting studio of one of his friends

• For you, that was such a simple service. Just stand in the same position. One thing you couldn't deny: being a model for that painter was like getting an injection of self-esteem. Muse. That's what he calls you. You met him by chance and he seemed obsessed. You even thought he was in love, but it wasn't that: he was just interested in saving your image for the future. The first time you posed was strange, now you are used to it. It is good, even. You both talk, with each painting you felt more comfortable, and at the end you used to have a glass of wine to celebrate the end of a working day. Time has made you less shy. The poses got more dramatic. It was just seeing how beautiful you looked in a painting that you want to be portrayed again. Wearing nothing but a thin fabric, which covered what needed to be covered but exposed everything that would make a person yearn for your hands to loosen the fabric and reveal everything that was hidden, you stared at the wall. All that teasing, and your face was hidden from the painter. Don't see, see, don't see so much: that's what the painting in progress screamed.

• You heard when a man kept him company. Yo even greeted him with a brief speech, unable to face him as the slightest movement was reprimanded, and heard them talking. It was a good voice. A beautiful voice. Matured like a great wine. Courteous like the best of sparkling wines. Provocative like a raw whiskey. With nothing to do but face the wall, that voice took over your body. When you realized you was salivating, you had to force yourself to swallow the liquid. You fantasized, daydreamed

• Dracula couldn't control his eyes. That glorious, divine vision dominated his body, mind, and soul, if he still had one. He joined in the conversation in an effort to appear normal. He could only see the person who, in a mixture of shame and provocation, posed with their back to him. Every curve of the skin, every fold and stain and mark, every exposed spot and every hidden territory: everything made him look. He forced himself to stop staring, thinking your back must burn, but seconds later his mind was lost again. He noticed when his gums started to itch, he had to fight not to squirm, but he held himself in place. Talking was the only thing keeping him from leaping toward you and tasting the iron taste in your neck.

• The moment the painter said the session was over, you hugged the fabric covering your body. Calmly, you arranged it so that your nudity was not exposed, and turned towards your old friend. As your gaze met the elegant man, a man who seemed to have known the secrets of the world and have not been impressed, something happened. An explosion. Your heart twisted in your chest, nearly escaping your skin. The world lit up, colored, enchanted. You had never experienced it, but you had read so much about it that you knew what it meant: you found it. Your soulmate.

• And admiring you for the work of art that you are, Dracula knew he had never been so thirsty in his long life. An ancient verse repeated in his mind: your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. Perfect. He would be yours and you would be his.

Werewolf finding his mate would include

• It was a beautiful day. One of those where people wake up with the certainty that something bad is going to happen because it's not natural for everything to be perfect. Still, a beautiful day. The full moon was approaching. His senses were already more complex. He could feel the sweat of the person walking down the street with the dog. Hear the leaves falling. He can barely look at the lighted lamp without having to sit and pray for the migraine to pass. With all this tension, he knew there was only one thing that would ease the moon's pressure a little: running.

• You were trying to enjoy the fall. Soon it would be too cold to do anything but stay under the covers. You started this morning run routine in a lot of pain and wanting to give up. What is this rush that everyone talks about? You just felt tired. Of course, the rest of the day felt more alive, but it still felt like hell. But as the weeks passed, you began to understand. Started to like it. No longer just running around your block, you started going to a park. Now you took a hike every morning. It was safe, airy, and nothing but plants around it. Walking up the trail around the soon-to-be snow-covered mountain and watching the green leaves start to turn orange, you had no worries in mind. One foot in front of the other: simple as that

• On top of the mountain, he was getting ready. He didn't always choose to transform, but when the moon was close it was like a dull pressure begging him to ease his mind and body a little. He knew how empty this place was, especially now that the cold was coming, and how that tranquility was what he needed to know that nothing bad would happen. There weren't any cameras on that route either, it was so isolated. He left his backpack between the roots of a large tree, undressed and left his clothes beside it. He had already understood: it was useless to insist on keeping himself dressed, in the end you would always tear your clothes during the transformation. Naked, he let the human go and the wolf take over. His bones broke, his muscles strained, his skin burned, his body split in half and turned inside out: for a second he lived through hell, then he was already who he longed to be. Without any fear, the wolf ran

• The world was nothing but a blur. A mere space for life to exist. Nature surrounded him, dominating the situation, and the sun warmed his once-human skin. He ran, and ran, and ran. He was free, complete, fulfilled. And when he had already taken advantage of what nature had to offer, when he had silenced that pressure in his mind, he returned to the top of the mountain and untransformed among the trees. Walking towards the tree at the top of the hill that contained his things, so light for all the time spent there, he only noticed you when it was too late.

• You were drinking water at the top of the mountain, resting before going all the way back so you could go home. Your heart was pounding so loud it was all you could hear, your breathing was erratic and messy. Delicious. Running was now not just another chore, but a pleasure. You felt challenged, competitive, capable. Anyone who can go up and down a mountain before working can do anything. And as you turned to go down the mountain, all that sea of ​​emotions disappeared. Because when you turned around, you saw a naked man.

• You would have screamed, called the police and run faster than any professional athlete if it wasn't for what happened to your vision

• He covered his intimacies the exact moment he noticed you, but it wasn't fast enough. Dirty with dirt and leaves, it was as if that man had rolled on the earth. His bulging muscles rose and fell rapidly, his breathing was no more regulated than yours, and his hands clenched in an attempt to cover himself. His hairy, strong chest trembled. His face was a mixture of surprise, fear, shame, self-hatred. It was a beautiful face, on a beautiful body, but what made you stand there, frozen in place as if your legs didn't exist, were his eyes. Those dark, almond-shaped eyes. Those eyes that, the moment they met yours, shone like pearls. You felt the shiver run up your spine, the sigh escape your mouth, the lights explode in front of your eyes: when you looked at him, your world exploded in pink tones. It was him. Your half

• How he wished he could go back in time and stop this from happening. When he came out of the woods and headed towards the tree, the only thing that made him realize he wasn't alone was the loud gasp you let out, a mixture of surprise and fear, and instantly he covered himself. He went as fast as he could, but not fast enough to keep him from looking like a sexual predator. He thought about running away, but surprise kept him from being able to move. Then, with no choice but to look at you, his eyes revealed the truth he dreamed of knowing

• You were… stunning. Sweat was running, breathing was barely controlled, fatigue was visible on your skin. Your hands were gripping the bottle so tightly it might explode. You smelled like lavender, not even your sweat could hide it. But it was not just that. He took a breath, trying to find out. Honey. Milk. Maybe chamomile. It was delicious. Such a mesmerizing scent. You were tired and scared, and yet you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. As he stared into your wide eyes, prepared to apologize, it happened. It was as if a typhoon passed through his body. As if everything he knew became just a family shadow. The world glowed in shades of pink. And so, he knew. You were the missing half

"I can explain," he said so fast you barely heard him. "I'm not a pervert."

You swallowed hard. "I hope so."

• Not at all romantic. Not at all orthodox. Not comfortable at all. Still, he wouldn't choose to forget this moment for the world. You... He knew it would be worth it. he smelled it

ROUND 3: SURVIVORS

Sidney Prescott planning a date would include

• Sidney would be so anxious. She would change clothes a thousand times just to decide to go with the first look she put together. Decide the place, then create an escape plan because what if you hate it. With every speech she makes to you, she will overthink everything. Everything. Sidney wants it to be a nice time for the two of you, which makes her go through hell at first. 

 • You will notice, it would be impossible otherwise. She'll pretend nothing is happening when you ask, but the moment you hold her hand warmly and repeat that you're there because you love spending time with her, Sidney would relax a little.

• Sidney would suggest watching a horror movie. She wouldn't do it just because it seens good, but because she would have an excuse to hold on to you. The entire movie would pass with a silent tension between you both. The comfort of being together is nice, but the chemistry you share would prevent you from breathing normally. 

 • Even if the movie was awful, even if the ice cream shop was trash, even if the meal was a waste of money: with you, not even anger can ruin the experience. Of course she would be very nervous at the moment, thinking it was her planning that went wrong, but at home she wouldn't mind and would be daydreaming with your smiles and laughter.

• Sidney had planned to walk together until the moment your paths parted, but she was overjoyed when you walked her to her door. She felt like a princess being taken to a castle. Silly, but who else but her could know that?

Laurie Strode planning a date would include

• Laurie is an exemplary planner. Not just thinking about where to go, but everything that encompasses a perfect date. She'd start by deciding on something the two of you could do for fun but still able to talk: an arcade, a restaurant, an ice rink, an afternoon shopping at the mall. She would think about what would make you smile, Laurie really wouldn't mind doing what she doesn't find so fun if it meant you'd have a good time and good memories with her: after all, she could talk to you. How can this not be good? 

 • She's the kind of person who would literally have a planner with everything written down. What clothes would she wear, what would you eat, where would you go. Are you the type of person who would love to revamp your wardrobe? She would know which stores have the nicest and cheapest clothes. Is skating more your thing? Laurie would know exactly what the best lanes in town are. Is a movie your choice? She will choose the perfect type of movie.

• Now thinking about what she would love to do: go to a bookstore. You would choose your favorite book in life, she would do the same, and then you both would switch. Each would read, jotting down in the margins, pasting post-its, and then swapping so the other could know their reactions. That would be perfect for Laurie 

 • Laurie is romantic by being responsible: the kind of person who asks if you've eaten, who asks to call when you get home, who goes out of her way to make sure you're safe. If the date involved any physical activity, I'm sure she'd bring ice water and some candy. Laurie cares about others and likes to show it. Sometimes she can be a little too serious, but she knows that this has saved her from a lot of problems. 

 • You still haven't received your salary and can't go out? That's not a problem: her house will always be available to you. Whether studying together, watching a movie, venturing out trying to cook something different or just reading in silence: being with you is what matters.

• But if Laurie is still trying to win you over, know that she's going to be spot on. Step one: compliment your outfit. Second step: pay attention to what you say. Third step: be funny, but not so much. Step Four: Show interest in what you want to do. And fifth step: whenever she go through a mirror, she make sure her hair is done. A woman needs to take care of herself

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[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Laurie Stode x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Cuddles with Laurie

Tight Hold

After the first encounter with Michael Myers on Halloween, Laurie hasn't been able to sleep properly unless you're by her side

That night she was taken into hospital, she woke up to see you sitting in the chair beside her bed; it was then that she realised she didn't want to wake up without seeing you next to her again

When you get closer with each other in your relationship, Laurie lets her guard down more

At bedtime she loves to lay beside you and talk till you both fall asleep

Other times she wants you to hold her so she drifts to sleep in your arms

Laurie doesn't really ask for cuddles when you two first start dating but when you do get closer she'll have cuddles anytime any place

Sometimes if she's waiting for you to get into bed, she'll face the bedroom door waiting for you to walk in and when you do she opens the blankets for you

She tells you in physical ways that she needs to be held

Laurie inches herself closer to you until you wrap your arms around her and other times she'll simply lift your arm up and place it around her

When she becomes more vulnerable around you she loves to fall asleep on your chest with her head tucked into your neck

She loves the feeling of your arm securely wrapped around her waist or when you cradle and rub her back

She'll never tell you but she needs holding, especially now that she has a never ending fear of Michael Myers' return

When you hold her she feels like the safest girl in the world

She feels particularly lucky; after she'd had a bad start to the night, a bad day or has had a nightmare; you get your laptop out and sit up with her while she watches tv from the bed

Before you know it you and Laurie have naps on the couch or on the bed with a blanket draped over the both of you

Sometimes when your cuddling she listens and focuses on your heartbeat and always reminds herself of how lucky she is to have you

Someone send in Laurie Strode requests I'm desperate for them

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[streets-in-paradise]

Mutual Promise,Cursed Prophecy - Platonical Corey Cunningham x Sister!Reader/ Platonical (menthor-like)Laurie Strode x Cunningham!Reader

This fic contains SPOILERS of Halloween Ends

Masterlist

Word Count 3K

Characters: Corey Cunningham, Cunningham!Reader (Sister), Laurie Strode. Michael Myers (mentioned), Allyson Nelson (mentioned). 

Warnings: Codependent siblings, narcissistic mother jealous of her daughter and possesive of her son.

Summary:  Haddonfield’s most long lasting myth became an unstoppable source of suffering for your brother since he had become the town’s new boogeyman and you have been there for him from the beginning. However, the chain of events unleashed sets upon you both the paths to play the roles it demands of you. As he secretly bonds with Michael Myers and you grow close to Laurie Strode, finding in her the kindness that your own mother has always denied you, the strength of your mutual devotion threatens with turning into an incarnation of the greek tragedy of sibling obsession built by the town around them. 

Notes: I have only seen the movie once when i got this idea and began to write it. I haven’t rewatched it yet, so I apologise in case I may have forgot some details. 

Tags: @reborn-ghost @heydemonsitsyaboilucien @rebelliousstories​  @starst0n8 @w3irdn355​

Nothing was the same since that Halloween night, but you would always do your best for Corey. As his sister and main source of support things were not always easy, but you wanted to make sure your brother would feel loved by at least one person in the whole town. It could be said that, over the course of the last few years, you were neglecting yourself more than usual to look after him because you knew nobody else would. Not for real, at least, since what your mother always did wasn't caring. 

In your house you were the public enemy number one simply because you would often confront her when Corey wouldn't. You were his protector, his voice and the scapegoat whenever your mother needed someone to blame. It was insane to think about it, but she was jealous of your closeness and the possessiveness she had over him would often make her seek to compete with you for Corey's love and attention. In any given fight between you she would never miss the chance to attempt manipulating him against you. However, you weren't proclive to serious arguments because you were everything to each other. Fighting, staying separated from each other for too long due to anger, would make you feel like two lonely orphans. 

You were each other's sibling, friend and parent. It was the two of you against the world, a figurative phrase that became literal when Haddonfield turned against him. Life was harder than ever, but fate wanted you to encounter through that another small family of two persons broken by trauma. Despite you pretty much adored Allyson ríght away, happy that a nice girl like her was dating your brother, you developed a strong connection with her grandmother. You would never confess to Laurie that some admiration could have been the factor to blame at first because it would make things awkward, but it definítely grew beyond that. You began to show up at her doorstep for no reason and would stay for hours with her, even if it was just to keep an eye on the oven while watching tv alone during one of her writing sessions. You weren't sure of what was wrong with you, but she never complained, perhaps because she guessed it. 

After her visit to your house when she met your mother there were no doubts about your strange behavior. You simply wanted to stay where you were treated with kindness and you clinged to her as some young tag along because she was giving you the support you would never find in your mother. Laurie was kind enough to never point out her findings directly to you and she would simply encourage the little glimpses of self improvement that her presence in your life caused. It was precisely what she initially wanted to achieve with your brother, but Corey had no intentions of accepting her help like you were doing. 

What seemed like an initial improvement at the start of the relationship with Allyson began to twist into something worse and, for reasons that you couldn't understand, Corey was becoming unrecognizable. Your dear brother was avoiding you like the plague, his sweetness was fading and everytime you would try to talk about it you would become the enemy. 

It was breaking your heart, you were devastated because your brother was your life and he was making you feel like he didn't want you in his anymore. Your mother, on her part, was constantly oscillating without control in between blaming you and celebrating your downfall. Once more, Laurie was the only one you could vent your sorrow out with because nobody else cared for any of you. Although that wasn’t entirely true, because there was also Allyson, you simply couldn’t go to her because Corey would feel it like a betrayal. 

“ What did I do wrong? I’m losing him to something and I don’t know what it is. Do you think he may be doing drugs? I don’t want to dig into his room to find out because mom used to do that to us all the time while growing up, still does if you are not careful enough, and I don’t want to be like her.” 

For an instant you got caught in your own words and did a brief pause, horrified. 

“ … Laurie, Am I turning like her?” 

The mere mention of that seemed impossible to her, who had to restrain her reaction to not throw a skeptical chuckle. 

“ You are nothing like that woman.” She quickly corrected you. “ You have done everything in your power to help Corey, the devotion you have for him is something I have never seen before. No matter what she says, what’s wrong with him is not your fault.” 

“ … This shitty town is driving him crazy and maybe I am not good enough to help him, I can’t help thinking I am not doing enough.” You continued, as hard as it was for you to admit a failure. “ He acts like I am up to get him and I don’t know what to do. He hurts me, a stab in the chest would hurt less than the ice cold stares he has been giving me. When I look into his eyes I don’t find love anymore. Even at the darkest times, I always used to, but now it’s like he is…” 

“ Empty.” Laurie interrupted, concluding for you. “ No conscience, no feelings. It’s like he is not there anymore, not at least as the boy you grew up with.” 

Desperate sobbing forced you to stop, feeling like you couldn’t release one more word because all you wanted was to cry. 

“ Your brother is going on a dark path, one from which you can’t save him. With every little bit you get better, he gets worse. Being honest, drugs are the least of my concerns regarding him. You may know what I think, that’s why I am glad that you came to me first.” 

One inquisitive look directed towards her made Laurie aware that, suspects aside, she would have to be clear with you before you could get in danger. 

“ If you can’t save your brother, you will need to protect yourself from him.” 

Wishing you could just ignore that grim advice, you opted to keep trying to reach Corey. Laurie had good intentions, but she spoke as if she feared she would have to get you ready for a battle against your own brother. It was true that you saw him arriving home late, made a mess and covered in blood, but you would never imagine you could reach a point where you would have to fear for your life living with him. It was out of the question: he could never possibly hurt you, no matter what was wrong with him. His crisis triggered bad memories and Laurie was probably haunted by the ghost of Judith Myers, over worrying for you because the erratic behavior of your brother that you described was fitting some cards in her Michael Myers bingo. 

Your opportunity presented itself at one time in which context forced Corey to arrive early. The working day was over, but he wasn’t going out with his girlfriend because she was going to see other people that night and that seemed to upset him. However, he couldn’t flee somewhere else to do god knows what because he was supposed to take you back home from her house. At your arrival your mother didn’t hesitate in making all sorts of cruel comments regarding her, testing waters to see if she could manipulate him into dumping her, but you stood up in her and his defense. With her that was the equivalent of being a front line soldier and giving one step in front to get massacred, but you were used to facing her cruelty. You gestured the indication for him to escape and did the same after hearing her claiming that you were a burden that would remain forever in her house because no one would ever want you, implying that Corey had to be protected from dissapointment because he was at risk of finding the kind of love you would never get. 

Unlike other days, where it was becoming routine that he would lock himself in his room and hide from you, he invited you to come into his hiding place. Even though he had a lot to hide, he didn't find the strength to reject you. 

“ I hope you remember she is wrong.” He sweetly commented, sitting on his bed and inviting you to cling next to him. “ I think pretty much the other way around: no one in this town deserves you. You are welcoming and kind, you have the mercy none of them cares to have.” 

You smiled, then accommodated yourself next to him and caressed his hair, noticing a new bruise in the process.

“ Can I check that out later? I am not certified like your girlfriend, but I once was your first nurse.” 

There was no answer, but you didn’t give up. 

“ We need to get you new glasses, wizard boy.” You sweetly joked, reminding him of the times where you would tell him that he looked like Harry Potter. “ Don’t worry, we will escape this soon. Laurie is going to help me find a new job and I’m going to save some money so we can get the hell away from here.” 

The casual mention of the woman brought some of the cold bitterness out of sudden. 

“ Maybe I should leave town with Allyson so you can move in with Laurie. Isn’t that what you want, sis? To play family with your new heroine? “ 

At that point you were incredibly confused. 

“ Corey, you introduced us. Why does it bother you so much that I spend time with Laurie? She likes to have me around the house, I have nothing to do because I couldn’t find a job yet and you know I can’t stay here all day. I go with her to escape mom.” 

“ She wants to get from you what she can't get from her granddaughter, but you are too naive to see it. Laurie Strode wants to turn you against me just like our mother tried to do with me all our lives. Since she can’t take Allyson away from me, she is taking you.” 

Incapable of believing what you were hearing from him, you grabbed his face with both hands forcing him to look at you. For a moment, you could swear you saw a glimpse of the old shine. 

“ No one will ever take me away from you, never.” 

It was the first time in days that your brother smiled for you, what felt like seeing the sun after a cloudy week. You couldn’t possibly know what was going on inside his mind, but your words were very clear to him and he took those as a mutual promise of strong commitment. You were the best thing happening in his life apart from his girlfriend and the only one who has always been there for him. In your eyes he has always found love and acceptance, your reassurance made him feel sure that nothing would ever change that. He hoped that you would understand him if he would confess himself to you someday and the torture of having to push you aside so you wouldn’t discover his dark side would be over. The old man, the killer of his own sister, would not approve of it. Corey didn’t mind: If you could only know that he was strong enough to protect you from the world, that not even Michael Myers would hurt you because he wouldn’t allow it. 

He was your brother and he would never allow anyone to steal you away from him. There would be a time for you to become aware of everything, but right there he just wanted your comfort.

“ (y/n)... Can we just fool around like we used to? ” 

Self expression, you had your shared techniques to have a good time behind your mother’s back whenever any of you needed cheering up. At one given time, back when he was freshly released and starting to deal with Haddonfield’s hate, you helped him vent some rage out just by sharing the greatest hits playlist of the less threatening sounding band in your Spotify preferences. You listened to the same stuff from your phones using your headphones in some parody of what a silent party should be, but it was amazing. 

“ Are we gonna lip sync to Queen like fools again? Yes, please! I could use that.” You cheered as if you were having a triumph against the invisible force taking over your brother. “ I miss it, I miss you…. just let me find my headphones.”

“ Forget that, I don’t care. She can choke in her spite and die because I will always choose you over her.” 

The sentence was not like the kind of jokes he would usually make, but you allowed yourself to enjoy it a bit. 

“ Oh my god, you are a free man.” You sweetly teased him in between chuckles before getting serious again. ” I love you, Corey.” 

The first yells coming from the outside began to reach your ears when you both sang the ‘ I don’t wanna die, sometimes I wish I'd never been born at all’ way too heartfully and strong during Bohemian Rhapsody. Corey simply locked the door with the key, inviting you to ignore her, and by the moment you were making fun of yourself mimicking the choirs she was just background noise that didn’t matter. ‘I want to break free’ hitted a bit stronger than before, maybe because then he was in love, he was just being an adorkable fool probably thinking of running away with Allyson to the moon. 

You made an effort to hush intrusive thoughts about what would be of you without him and tried to just enjoy the moment. The silly rebellion was total when you began to make percussion for ‘We Will Rock You’ and it must have made him over the top excited, because he got the lyrics wrong at one point of the song. In the third set of verses before the final chorus he said ‘blood’ instead of ‘mud’, an understandable spontaneous confusion that made you giggle because why would the old poor man be bloody? You got your brother back for a while and it felt wonderful. 

Just as you craved for, you got enough circumstantial cheer to convince yourself that Laurie’s worst fears couldn’t be true. Corey wasn’t at his best, but he wasn’t in some not turning back path espiralating into madness. A traumatized young man that the town was using as scapegoat, sure, but not the first thirty minutes of some true crime documentary. Your momentary relief was such that the talk about it wouldn’t delay much in happening. At least you tried, until you couldn’t help smiling when Queen played at the radio in the supermarket during a shopping trip you accompanied her in. 

“ Look at that, you are all smiles! Is that a crush, do you have a crush?” Laurie asked you in a complicity that felt like encouragement.” You just have to tell me and I will do my thing, it has worked before.” 

Forgetting that she lacked context, you showed some amused repulsion. 

“Gross! Why do people think that someone smiling for no reason has to mean romance? I’m thinking of my brother. He was really there with me yesterday, we haven’t fought. I’m in my happy place: he doesn’t hate me, life feels good again.” 

The emotional dependency you had on him was worse than what she thought, it was heartbreaking to hear you so lightly admit that you were convinced of being nothing without him. 

“ Have you ever got anything of your own? Friends, dates, a hobby  or just some freaking time for yourself? What about your old job? “ 

Only then you realized that you have never spoken of that with her before.

“I was doing well as a babysitter. It was my thing at first, then I encouraged Corey to have it as well and I will regret it for the rest of my life because I brought that on him.” You admitted as if you would be confessing a crime. “ Mom switched the discourse as soon as everything crashed. At first she wanted me to drop it and leave it all to him because he was obviously going to do better than me, afterwards she began to say I did it on purpose to ruin my brother’s life.” 

The incredible amount of guilt you had attached to the last time you tried something for yourself moved her, but it didn’t calm Laurie’s instincts. Corey was developing too many similarities with Michael for her to just let it go, but perhaps you had more with her than what she would admit and that was contributing to her fondness of you. For how many years has the fear of him stopped her from getting a life of her own? She was as dependent on her hate for Michael as you were of your brother’s love. 

Her stomach churned remembering the retellings of her story circulating the fake rumor claiming she was Myers by birth. His sister, his obsession, or at least that was what the town invented and wanted once to believe. Could it become real to you? Would your brother turn against you once discovered, eager to fulfill Haddonfield’s cursed prophecy?  

“ Were you afraid of babysitting on Halloween that year?” She suddenly asked you. “ … of turning out like me?” 

The question wasn’t necessarily odd, but you didn't want her to take any blame for what you just told her. 

“ You are a badass. If I had just one bit of your courage… ” 

She sensed a bit of naivety and, at that moment, all she could think about was how she wanted to protect you like no one else protected her when she was young. 

“ Do you want to feel badass? Say no more, shooting lessons.” 

#halloween ends #corey cunningham #laurie strode #rohan campbell #jamie lee curtis #corey cunningham x reader #laurie strode x reader #platonic #halloween ends spoilers #halloween spoilers #corey cunningham x sister reader #menthor laurie strode x protegee reader

[littlenahsstuff]

Requests open!

What I write:

Only x reader

No male reader but all will be gender neutral unless specified otherwise when requested

No smut for now

Fluff

Angst

Darkfics (again no smut though)

Poly

Who I wrote for: (if not on this list you can still ask me)

-MCU

Natasha Romanov

Wanda Maximoff

Agatha Harkness

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

-Resident Evil: Village

Alcina Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

-Slashers

Tiffany Valentine

Amanda Young/The Pig

Laurie Strode(ik she ain’t but she’s in the genre)

-Abbot Elementary

Melissa Schemmenti

Janine Teagues

Ava Coleman

-Mean Girls

Regina George

Janis Caplan

Cady Heron

-Sarah Paulson

Pretty much any character besides Bette and Dot, TB Karen, and Mamie. Not exclusive to AHS

-Avatar the Last Airbender/ Legend of Korra

Azula

Katara

Kuvira

Korra

Asami

Lin Beifong

Kya

-Stardew valley

Abigail

Haley

Leah

Emily

Robin

Caroline

Sandy

-MISC.

Kara Danvers (Supergirl)

Lena Luther (supergirl)

Evelyn Deavor(Incredibles 2)

Other, I might do the character you want if I’ve heard of them

#amanda young x reader #sarah paulson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #agatha harkness x reader #kate bishop x reader #Yelena belova x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #Laurie strode x reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #ava coleman x reader #janine teagues x reader #kara danvers x reader #evelyn deavor x reader

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers as fathers with a child/reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile. (If you wanna ship Hannibal and Will together or view them as just friends, it's completely up to you).

Summary: The slasher fathers comforting their child/reader after they just got home from surgery.

Some of you are probably thinking "really, Weirdo? This is gonna be a thing now?" And my answer is absolutely! Hey, when you grow up in a rough environment, some times you just wanna immerse yourself into a reality where you're innocent, happy, safe, accepted and loved. And so thus I present these fatherly slasher drabbles. I hope they bring you peace and happiness.

Freddy

After you got home from your surgery, Freddy hadn't been prepared for just how emotional and clingy you would become, but he didn't mind, and he learned how to adjust straight away. He had already called into work to report a few days off so that he could provide you with extensive care.

Not once had you left his side. All day you had been attached to him, whimpering and groaning in small remnants of pain. It tugged at his heart and made him feel even more protective than what he already was. If only he could take your pain and fear away.

He had been tending to your needs all day. Fixing you sippy cups filled with broth since you couldn't eat whole foods yet. Holding you against his chest so that he could kiss your forehead and rub your back while mumbling loving reassurances to you. Coloring pictures and watching cartoons with you.

"Daddy... Do you love me?" You asked for what felt like the thousandth time.

Freddy, helping to make a wall of pillows around the edge of the bed, looked to you and said, "More than anything, sweetie. You are my world. You know that."

You whimpered, hugging a pillow against your chest. You were hurting, and you couldn't help but to seek reassurance from him. "You won't leave me... right?" You look to him sadly.

Freddy walked over to you and knelt down, cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss your head. "Never. Daddy will always be here for you no matter what. You hear me?"

Nodding, you frown a bit and stare down at the floor, "Yes, but I... I'm so scared, daddy, I-I don't wanna go back there again."

"I know," He spoke softly, gently squeezing your shoulder, "And you're not going to, alright? It's over. You don't have to go back. You're here with daddy now. Everything's gonna be alright, ok?"

"Ok," You whisper.

Freddy coaxed the pillow from your arms and pulled you in for a hug, "I love you, baby. More than anything. You know that, right?"

"I love you more, daddy," You smile big, soaking up his loving attention like a sponge.

Freddy pulled away and made a goofy thinking face, his eyes squinting at you, "Mm... Couldn't possibly. Now, let's get you in bed."

Smiling in joy at your giggles, Freddy made sure to be extra gentle with you while helping you to climb onto the bed. After shutting the lights off, he climbed in with you, barely laying on his back before you were snuggling right into his side.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, wrapping an arm around you, his fingers massaging through your hair against your head.

It felt nice and had you whimpering in soothing relaxation, "Hurts..."

"It'll feel better soon, sweetie," Freddy kissed your temple and pulled a blanket over both of you.

"Please don't let those scary people take me again," You mumble into his chest, your hands shaking a bit as you fought against crying, "Please."

"No one's going to take you, (y/n)," Freddy smiled a bit, fond of your adorable little fears. "You're home now and you're with me, and I'm gonna take good care of you until you feel better, alright?"

"Ok, daddy," You say softly, seeking comfort and safety by snuggling into his chest.

Freddy covered you up and cradled you against him. It broke his heart knowing that you were in pain, but he would always be there to comfort and love you no matter what.

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

Throughout the whole day after your dad brought you home from the hospital, you had taken turns latching onto him and your two uncles. You were very clingy and emotional, endlessly seeking their comfort, security and reassurance.

At work, Lester and Bo took turns running the gas station. Right now Lester sat in the bed of his truck, reclined against the side with you curled up in his lap, a blanket covering you as you both peacefully snoozed.

"Hey, Les? Hey, wake up," Someone demanded in a whisper tone, a hand nudging his shoulder.

Lester woke up with a groan, his arms tightening around you as he creaked open his eyes. When he saw who had interrupted his beauty sleep, he pouted and shook his head, whispering, "Aw, c'mon now. Don't ya got nothin' better to do?"

"If by 'better' ya mean spendin' some time with my child? Then yeah, I most certainly do," Bo reached in to pry his brother's arms off of you, "Now get your ass in there. Mans waitin' on his transmission."

"Lester do this, Lester do that," Lester mocked quietly, sticking his tongue out and glaring at his older sibling, "'I'm a killjoy who thinks he can boss everyone 'round jus' 'cause I got cool lookin' hair'"

"You don't shut your trap, an' I'm gonna-"

"Mm, daddy?" You roused from Lester's lap, your body immediately tensing as you practically jumped upwards in fear, "Daddy? Wh-what's going on? What's happening? Y-you're not taking me back, are you? Oww..."

"Whoa, hey now," Both Bo and Lester nearly bumped heads trying to hug you.

Lester was the one who won, sitting up straight with his legs hanging over the tailgate, "Hey now, critter bug, ya can't be movin' 'round like that. You'll hurt yourself."

"That's right," Bo stood in front of you and Lester, one hand reaching out to cup your reddened face, "An' quit thinkin' we're gonna take ya back. We ain't. Your surgery is over with. Ya don't needa' be worrying yourself no more, alright?"

You were teary eyed, one hand holding your stitched up, bandaged wound as you nod. "It was jus' so scary... And it hurts."

The little crackle of sadness in your voice broke both Lester and Bo's hearts. "I know, critter, I know. But you're gonna feel better soon, ok?" Bo went to pry Lester's hands away so that he could gently hold you against his chest, "Jus' focus on daddy's heartbeat, remember? It'll make everything better."

"My heartbeat could'a worked..." Lester grumbled, crossing his arms.

You whimpered while doing as he said, your little hands holding onto his neck as your head rested against his chest. You breathed in his comforting, familiar scent and listened to his heartbeat, feeling it thud against your upper body. It felt nice. You were safe and cozy. The pain from your surgery subsided.

"I... I wanna feel Uncle Les' heartbeat too," You say.

"Awww, thought ya'd never ask," Lester grinned and went to hug you from behind, his hands going to rest on Bo's waist.

"Eh-eh, wh-whoa-wait jus' a minute-I..." Bo's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he growled in frustration, but hearing the laughter it roused from you put a small smile on his face. He loves you more than anything, (y/n), and he'll always, always be there for you.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

Ever since you got out of the hospital, you had been attached to him like velcro. Off and on you would have emotional spells, complaining about pain and how scary the experience was. Michael knew that the doctors had technically helped you, but he still kind of just wanted to, you know... Throttle them. Just a little?

Right now he was sitting on the couch with you sitting sideways on his lap. You were reclined back against his arm, your head tilted forward a bit as he held your sippy-cup to your mouth like a mother would hold a bottle of milk out for her baby. Laurie had explained to him how some children who had surgery often acted younger than what they were due to the trauma of the experience.

But Michael didn't mind babying you. In fact he really enjoyed it. It comforted you and it was extremely endearing to him- reminding him of when you were younger. So helpless, small and vulnerable. He would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.

"Mm?" You tap on your dad's hand.

Michael pulled the sippy cup away and blinked at you, wondering what was wrong.

"I'm sleepy. Can we do the jacket thing again, please?" You ask, nuzzling against his chest and mumbling, "It's been forever."

Oh yes. The 'jacket thing'. Michael nodded, setting your sippy-cup aside and going to coax you off his lap. Because of your stitches, he didn't want to carry you around too much despite every overprotective cell in his body screaming at him to keep you as close to him as possible, and he held your hand on the way to his bedroom.

Fetching the very large jacket from the closet, Michael put it on and went to lay back on the bed after helping you climb aboard. Then you went to lay on top of him, your hands looping underneath his upper arms as your face lay comfortably against his chest. Once you were situated, Michael stretched the jacket over the top of you and zipped it up most of the way, clasping you both securely together.

This was a habit Michael had started ever since you were an infant. He would use jackets to hold you close to his chest, obsessed with keeping you safe and secure at all times. He couldn't help it. He had experience with so many bad people. The thought of leaving you unguarded for even a second drove him crazy with anxiety.

"Daddy?" You murmur against his chest, "Did I do something bad? Is that why I have to hurt?"

Michael shook his head. His hands quickly went to cup your face, his fingers brushing through your hair. No. Of course not. Why would you ask something like that?

"Then why? Why did I have to-" You hiccuped, pushing yourself against him as much as you could as if he were a safety fort of pillows.

"Because you had a blockage, honey," Laurie explained as she brought you your freshly made sippy-cup and Michael a glass of water, "And some times stuff like that happens to people. It doesn't mean that you did anything bad."

Michael looked to his sister with gratitude. Gratitude that fell into irritation when she pulled her over-stuffed camera out and quickly took a picture of the two of you. "Yep, that one's going on the fridge."

Rolling his eyes, Michael brushed your face before lifting his hands to explain to you through sign-language how he was sorry that you had to go through this, but him and Laurie were right here beside you and they were going to do their best to make sure that you were taken care of.

Hannibal + Will

Will knocked on the door. Whenever it opened he was met with a sight that had his mouth gaping. Hannibal stood there, his hair messy, his tie uneven, his vest crooked, and his shoes gone. His eyes had dark circles beneath them, but even then his expression was calm and full of understanding.

"Good evening, Will. Thank you for coming," He whispered, inviting him in.

"So... It's that bad, huh?" Will whispered back, eying your sleeping figure from where it was being held against Hannibal's waist, "They okay? And-uh... Are 'you' okay?"

"The surgery went well. (y/n) was released earlier this afternoon. Aside from some discomfort and pain, they have been... 'Attached'," Hannibal chuckled fondly, turning to give your snoozing self a loving stare, "As for me? Well, I haven't used the restroom in over eight hours, give or take."

"Wow, ok," Will nodded and went to lift his arms out, "Yeah. You go use the restroom and shower if you want- probably throw in a glass or two of wine while you're at it, and I'll just-yeah, I'll just take them for a bit."

"Thank you, Will," Hannibal said gratefully, carefully transporting you over to his best friend, "Be gentle with them."

"I will," Will nodded, gently holding you against his chest and rocking you softly, "We'll be waiting for you on the couch."

"Thank you," Hannibal bowed slightly in tremendous appreciation and politely dismissed himself to go use the restroom, shower and change. Thank goodness he had Will. Will was your second favorite person besides him, and he figured that if you were to wake up then you might not mind being not-attached to him for a bit.

And it's not that Hannibal minded you being attached. Not at all. He just needed some time to get himself cleaned up properly. He couldn't do that when you refused to let go of his arm.

This whole day had been a fiasco. You were unbelievably emotional after the surgery, constantly fearing being taken back, and complaining about the pain. You were so afraid and uncomfortable that you even apologized to him and promised to never do anything bad- even though you hadn't done anything bad in the first place- just as long as he never took you back there again.

And that's why you clung to him so strongly. You sought his constant praise, reassurance and security, and he had supplied it in generous amounts. All day he had tended to your needs; feeding you, reading to you, holding you close and watching movies. Anything to make you happy.

By the time Hannibal had showered, downed some beverage and changed into something more comfortable, he walked into his living room and felt his heart get struck with warmth by what he saw.

You were sitting in Will's lap, your tired eyes calmly watching the TV as you sucked your thumb. On the table sat some take-out from one of Hannibal's favorite restaurants- obviously ordered by Will. Buh-bye midnight cooking.

Will locked eyes with him before you did, and Hannibal took the chance to quickly mouth something to him.

When you noticed him, you gasped happily and reached out for him, "Daddy!"

"Hello my little lamb, how are you feeling?" He asked, sitting in the space beside Will. He was humbled that you didn't try to get out of his lap straight away.

"Okay," You say softly, looking up at Will who leaned down and peppered playful kisses against your head, "Will said you were stinky and that you needed to potty."

"Did he?" Hannibal cocked his head at his best friend.

Will laughed in fondness. Hannibal joined him, so very appreciative of him and his support. And he was also appreciative of you for listening to him and understanding. All three of you loved each other so much. It was such a beautiful family circle.

...

I doubt anyone will answer, but it's just a fun question... Are there any other slashers that you would like to see be written as a father figure?

#slashers #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #freddy krueger x reader #bo sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #Platonic love only #no romantic relationships #Father and child relationship #reader insert #child reader #Slashers as dads #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #will graham #laurie strode #Hannigram if you squint

[cece693]

Sorry (Michael Myers x Male! Reader)

I couldn't help myself. Something about the Halloween franchise just appeals to me. So I wrote another fanfic about the bogeyman himself. It's not my best work but I just wanted to post something quick for you guys. Question: should I write more mature scenes?

Summary: You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen. And how can you stay mad at your boyfriend after he tries to make it up to you?

You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen, and today was one of those times when Michael let his anger out on you. After another failed attempt at bringing back Laurie for a much-needed family reunion, Michael was in a bad mood. You sensed it immediately: his mask still on, knife gripped tightly in his large hand, angry little huffs escaping his lips. You made sure to stay out of his way. Yes, you were his boyfriend, and he loved you (even if he never explicitly said it), but you knew his boundaries. Times like these only reminded you of how lucky you were to have caught the interest of said killer. Standing up from the couch, you slowly made your way towards his, arms in front of you to make Michael see you meant no harm.

"Mikey." you softly whispered, using his nickname to try and soothe some of his anger. "Why don't we—" but before you could finish, your boyfriend suddenly flung you to the left, causing you to hit the wall. Pain surged through your body, and you gasped as the air was knocked out of your lungs.

"Michael." you wheezed, yet your boyfriend seemed relentless. Stomping towards your fallen form, he picked you up by the neck, his hands closing in with an iron grip, choking the life out of you. Panic set in as you scratched desperately at his hands, your vision blurring.

You looked into your boyfriend's eyes, desperately searching for any hint of recognition or humanity. Yet, at that moment, his gaze held nothing but an abyss of emptiness. The final moments of awareness slipped away as the world around you faded into darkness, suspending you in a nightmarish void.

When M/N's body stopped moving, Michael suddenly snapped back to his senses. His eyes widened with terror as he gazed at your unconscious form sprawled on the ground. The realization of what he had just done hit him like a tidal wave, and he recoiled in horror.

He fell to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch your still form as if to assure himself that you were still there. You were thankfully still breathing, but Michael couldn't believe he'd unleashed his anger on you of all people. Easily picking you up, Michael set you gingerly on the sofa and began to grab all the materials needed for when you awakened.

You didn't know how much time had passed since you fell unconscious, but the first thing you did notice was that you were now on the couch. Pain throbbed at the back of your head, and as you instinctively reached to touch the area, a hand shot out and stopped you.

Michael.

He was on the floor, on both knees, with his mask gone. "Mikey," you uttered softly, your voice trembling with emotion. As you sat up, your hands moved hesitantly towards his face. With gentle fingers, you brushed aside the shaggy strands of blonde hair that obscured your boyfriend's features, revealing those eyes you loved so deeply.

In the depths of his gaze, you saw a kaleidoscope of emotions—pain, regret, and a flicker of hope amidst the darkness.

"sorry."

Your eyes widened upon hearing Michael's voice. Broken, hoarse, and quiet yet they carried a weight that reverberated through the room. With a soft smile playing on your lips, you closed the remaining distance between you and Michael.

#x male reader #male reader #halloween 1978 #hallloween #michael myers x male reader #michael myers #laurie strode #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher movies

[tonixe]

"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

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[doomh3ad]

what's the point in getting a boyfriend if he's not michael myers

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[ghostgirl101]

Can you please do another for OG Michael Myers? I loved your first one, the fluff slayed me! Maybe reader works at Smith's Grove and takes an interest in Michael, what that would be like, etc.? Anyway, whatever you want!

Being Michael Myers' Psychiatrist Would Be Like This:

A/N: Glad you enjoyed the last one. I'll be doing some for the older Michael Myers at some point soon too 🙃

🔪• Michael's been locked up for basically fifteen years, so he's pretty familiar with how things work and has his own way of dealing with things. You were probably referred to Michael Myers after her scared away most of his old therapists, and since you're a similar age, Loomis thought that maybe you'd get more out of him than the others do.

🔪• He probably won't respond to anything you do or say while Loomis is around, looking in warily at the window. But if you're patient and gentle by the way you talk about things, as if you're just talking to a friend rather than stepping on eggshells with a crazy, psychotic killer, you'll see little changes over time.

🔪• He's used to the routine of you coming in to chat with him, even when he doesn't say a word. Michael does hear and listens to every word you say, even when you can't tell. And you usually can, because his dark, intense gaze follows you everywhere, silently observant. He's a big starer, so whether he sees you near the office spaces when he's taken outside or back to his cell, or giving another person therapy, you'll always get a strong glance before he moves on slowly.

🔪• Michael doesn't really know what draws him to you; maybe it's because you're just too frustratingly nice and understanding to him and everyone, the first person not to have looked at him like he was a monster. Maybe you're just different. The reason doesn't matter much to him once he decides that you're interesting, and confusingly pleasant to be around.

🔪• He likes any time you spend with him. Michael isn't friendly to anyone at Smith's Grove, and most of them are loud and crazed and obnoxious. It's nice when you're simply talking to him about your day, or reading a book in silence, while he stares curiously. It takes a bit of getting used to, him basically watching you for what could be hours, but it's not aggressive or predatory. He's just there, existing with you.

🔪• It's odd for someone in a place like that to be interested in him for reasons other than checking if he's really as horrifying as Loomis thinks, and then frowning because, well, he looks pretty normal? Michael feels a lot more exposed without a mask, and he doesn't have it on most of the time while he's in the asylum. He hates being vulnerable with anyone - even you at first until he gradually starts relaxing and trusting you.

🔪• I don't mean he's gonna start talking and opening up. Michael stays selectively mute all through your therapy sessions, but you've sort of learned how to read his eyes and expressions. He's often stoic, unfeeling, and indifferent, but every so often, when certain people or things are mentioned, there's a flicker of emotion that rips through the dark glare before it's pushed back down again. Or when you're not feeling a hundred percent one day when you're supposed to be having a session, you'll see Michael frown ever so slightly, his eyes scanning your face in search of injury, then your own stare to try to read what's wrong with you.

🔪• He's very protective, and it's one of the main ways he shows he cares. Any other insane prisoner that's been overwhelming you have mysteriously gone quiet or died in their sleep. Michael doesn't admit or deny doing it when you ask him, but if you look closely enough, you can see the vague amusement in his eyes when you cover your face with your hands in exasperation.

🔪• Myers still plans on escaping when he gets the chance, and you'll either be in the car that he gets in to drive off with, or he'll start showing up wherever you are at home in his stalker way. And him as a boyfriend... I've sort of covered most of that in my main dating headcanon. He's quite a bit more calmer than he was while in Smith Grove, now he has his freedom and free reign of his strength. He's not as hesitant to show affection when it's just you and him at home too, instead of trying to comfort each other awkwardly in a prison cell without guards snooping.

🔪• At the end of the day, you probably know more about Michael Myers than anyone does, and he'll most likely understand you more than you understand yourself. It works perfectly for him, and he wouldn't change the way things are. He's never really been comfortable with people before, so with you there to ease him through a warped kind of love, it settles the dark, clawing urges in his head, giving him a lot more clearness than he had before. And you've got a protector for life.

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[sejanusbaby]

Corey is your scary dog and also your lapdog. He is all teeth for other people but the softest boi for you, especially if people also think you are odd. He gets all gushy when he sees how emotionally stoic you are in public but when you look at him, you show him everything. All your smiles. All your hurt. You let him touch you when you actively avoid other people touching you. He is special to you and he will rip apart anyone who looks at you funny.

YES YES YES YES

i keep thinking about this omg

how you and corey would go out one night, only for some random asshole to hit on you at one of the bars. clearly uncomfortable, corey would get you out of the situation so fast. the next night, while you were wrapped up in his arms, the news came on.

“hey” you’d say. “that’s the prick from the bar the other night.” you pointed at the tv, eyes locked into the screen. you heard a sigh leave corey’s lips.

“damn.” he said. “that sucks.” he said, a smirk creeping it’s way onto his face.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham smut #x reader #imagine #fluff #headcanon #halloween #halloween ends #laurie strode #michael myers

[madwomansapologist]

michael myers —

michael myers falling in love with you would include HALLOWEEN 2022! ☆ did you really tought I wouldn’t do something special for the most terrifying night of the year? dear reader, you should know me better! your derision with my sacred indole challenged me! not only I will give you one story, but several! choose from your preference: brutal killers, innocent victims or misunderstood monsters. 

laurie strode —

laurie strode planning a date would include HALLOWEEN 2022! ☆ did you really tought I wouldn’t do something special for the most terrifying night of the year? dear reader, you should know me better! your derision with my sacred indole challenged me! not only I will give you one story, but several! choose from your preference: brutal killers, innocent victims or misunderstood monsters. 

@ madwomansapologist.tumblr.

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[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Laurie Strode x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: From the classic Halloween Slasher film series, Laurie Strode as your girlfriend

A/N: This is my first piece of writing for Laurie and I'd love to do more

MASTERLIST

Laurie As Your Girlfriend

Laurie can be quite reserved at times

You two start off as friends and share your similar interests about your classes

As time went on between you got closer, you now sat next to Laurie in whatever classes you had together

Annie and Lynda start to tease her for the way she lingers looking at you, but Laurie has to agree with them when they call you hot

You ask Laurie to be your girlfriend after taking her out to the movies and then dinner later on, she wholeheartedly accepted your offer

After you two have been together for a while, Tommy starts asking Laurie if you can come round and sit with the two of them

The next thing is you're sitting in the dark with the tv on, Laurie cuddled up to your side with her hands linked with one of yours and Tommy cuddled up to her side

Laurie likes it when you go over to her house as she likes you feeling comfortable in her space

She can be very protective of you at times; in public she loves to link your arm or hold your hand

She loves it when you kiss her cheek or show off to everyone that she's yours when you're out with friends

When you walk Laurie over to Tommys house, she stands at the doorstep and leans over to give you a sweet kiss goodbye for the next which was cut short by Tommy and Lindsey making whistling noises

Loves cuddling up to you, especially when you stay the night

One Halloween night, tragedy struck when you and Laurie had discovered the dead bodies of Annie, Bobby and Lynda

During the fight between Laurie, Michael and yourself; you did your best to protect Laurie, getting injured in the process, but at least she and the children were safe

After The Boogeyman escaped, Laurie became hyper-aware and even more protective over you... the same could be said for you

You felt sorry for Laurie, you stayed over at her house whenever she wanted you to, and each time you did she fell more in love with you as she would catch you double checking the locks on the windows and doors

In the middle of the night, Laurie would wake you up, panicking and asking you if you had locked the bathroom window or the kitchen door; and each time she asked you, you made sure to get up and check the whole house

When you returned back to bed she was curled up with the blankets surrounding her and she apologised for making you check

As always you tell her there is nothing to be sorry for and when you get back into bed you let Laurie curl up to you

She loves the feeling when your arms sneak around her waist and cradle her back or head; at last she can finally feel vulnerable and safe around someone

She has a habit of waking you up with kisses or whispering sweet nothings in your ear or playing with your hair

She loves cooking for and with you

After you graduate and you're working, you'll see a text from Laurie asking you to come over, and when you do she's almost done placing dinner up for the two of you

She loves taking care of you but she loves you when you take care of her

Calls you sweetheart, honey, love, baby and darling, and of course she has a nickname or two

Laurie is also a girlfriend who is very proud to call you hers

If she's bringing laundry/washing in from the washing line she catches you playing with Tommy and Lindsey; she stands still smiling at the three of you

Laurie relishes the fact that you want to include her in everything you do and shes forever thankful for having you

If Laurie can't sleep because of her fears and nightmares of Michael Myers coming back, you purposely try and wear her out by keeping her up talking about the future or how many animals you should have or debating about tv characters

She very thankful for it, and Laurie sometimes struggles to speak about her emotions, but she isn't afraid to show you them

She loves you very much

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[incorrect-random-fandom]

Michael, to Laurie: You only hate me because I've tried to kill you multiple times and will continue to. Get over yourself.

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[dheelan]

Laurie strode and kit walker having the same fit lol

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[ffinalgiirl]

evil doesn't die, it changes shape Halloween (1978), Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers (1988), Halloween Ends (2022)

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[trick-or-fucking-treat]

See the Devil in I - Michael Myers x Reader

Masterlist

Prologue ~

Summary:

Dr. Loomis knew Michael was dangerous, but the day had come where Michael had to be let out on good behaviour. When Laurie was told she had a brother she never knew about that could be placed in her care if she consented, Laurie’s roommate y/n decided to stay and live with Laurie and the notorious Michael Myers.

"Laurie Strode, are you aware why you're here today?" Asked a lawyer, formally.

The lawyer sat at a table in the centre of a white, plain, clean-looking room. On the lawyers left was a Smiths Grove Sanitarium doctor, and on his right sat famed killer, Michael Myers.

Michael sat there quiet as ever. Thick leather straps kept has arms and legs tight to the chair. Guards with batons lined the walls and door, watching and waiting for him to so much as lift a finger.

Two people sat across the table, one of which was Laurie.

"Yes I know why I'm here, it's kind of what we've been working towards." Laurie replied slightly incredulously.

"Yes I know, but it's a formality. I have to know that you know the situation, just so we can avoid any misconceptions or gaps in understanding."

It was then that the doctor took over, explaining things that Laurie already knew, as a 'formality'. "Laurie, over the last six weeks you've been coming here and meeting with your brother, Michael Myers. Over this period, there have been no incidents and no reports of Michael displaying violent behaviour. Now I know you knew this from the start, but we've now reached the point where if you feel ready and comfortable, Michael can move into house arrest and probation under your care as his only living relative, as you are of legal age."

"Now Laurie," the lawyer continued with a professional smile, "unless you have any objections, please sign here, here, and here, to complete your end of the process!"

With a deep breath, Laurie decided yes, she was really doing this and taking a known killer, and apparently brother, into her home. So she signed at each line with a speedy hand.

"Wonderful!" Grinned the lawyer, hurrying everything along. "Now! Ms l/n! As Laurie's housemate, you've decided to continue living with her with the addition of Mr Myers, correct?"

"Yes sir," replied y/n, suddenly unsure now that she'd actually met Michael. Well, 'met' wasn't really the word. They haven't been formally introduced yet - while Laurie met Michael over those six weeks, y/n never did. Now here they sat, and y/n could see Michael's cold stare, tense muscles, and quiet, dangerous demeanour.

"Are you aware of Mr. Myers past crimes of murder?"

"Yes sir." The dead eyes of a murder stared at her, how could she not?

"If you consent to living with Mr. Myers as Ms. Strode's housemate, just sign here."

And she signed.

-

A/N: ok! So that concludes the prologue! In this story, the Halloween films did take place, but not with Laurie, so she doesn't have a past with Michael - sorry for the confusion, but it works better for the story this way. Hope you're enjoying thus far, and feel free to comment any ideas for the story!

Hope you have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

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