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[bluewatersfairy]

catching a flight to go fucking fight everyone needed, literally what the fuck is that???

[gogotti]

Happy (late) B-day! Michael Myers/GN!Reader - NSFW

me writing a Michael fic again, who would have thought? Anyway, this was supposed to be for his birthday but I did not finish it in time. This was also gonna be a kinktober thing, and even though it's November I'm still gonna post it under my kinktober tag lmfao.

This fic's prompt was Tied Up & Nipple Play

Warnings: Reader is def giving dom vibes in this one, Michael is tied up and he loves hates it, he growls a lot too, obviously lots of nipple mentions, Reader praises him a lot, I'll say slightly subby Michael cause that's the vibe I was feeling writing this, Michael cums untouched.

The sight before you, Michael decorated with pretty rope, and the redness of his skin was enough to make your knees weak. You couldn't help but ignore his silent grunts and stare at him as he leaned against the headboard, staring at you with a mixture of hatred and desperation. You sat between his spread legs and slowly trailed your fingers up his thighs, watching as his muscles tensed and flexed as you got closer to his aching cock.

You cooed, “Don't worry baby, the birthday boy will get his present very soon.”

He growled at you, and you knew he was regretting letting you tie him up. You simply smiled at him, narrowly missing his teeth as you attempted to brush a piece of hair back behind his ear. You gave him a disappointed look, and for a moment he looked to the side, ashamed, before huffing at you in anger and continuing to glare like before.

“I thought you were gonna play nice Mikey?”

He rolled his eyes, and a part of you did too; how are you going to ask the boogeyman of Haddonfield to play nice? Michael never played nice, you knew that firsthand. You shrugged, deciding to let him keep his attitude, you were already pushing your limits by tying him up. You couldn’t help but sit back and look at his tied-up form and feel a bit of confidence at the fact that you had managed to capture THE Michael Myers; a man who has been evading the law for a long while now.

He huffed at you again, his long hair flying for just a second and revealing his pale eyes. You slowly reached forward and cupped Michael’s face, this time hissing at him when he nipped at your palm.

“Look at those pretty eyes, let me see those eyes baby.”

He let out a sharp exhale and tilted his head upward, allowing all of his hair to fall back and reveal his eyes. You hummed in approval, and you just barely caught his cock bobbing slightly at the attention.

“You're such a pretty boy, Michael, y’know that?”

He continued to stare at you, and you let your hand fall to his chest, then let your fingers dance along him until you brushed past his nipple. Michael didn't react, but his cock bobbed slightly at the feeling, giving him away. You lightly brushed your fingers back and forth and watched as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. The light touches didn't last long, as you suddenly grabbed his nipple, twisting slightly. His head lurched forward, and he bucked his hips toward you the best he could.

You smiled, and you pretended not to hear the growl that Michael let out above you. You continued playing with his nipples, watching him huff and grunt while trying his best to get some sort of friction. You brought your other hand up to his nipple, making sure to lightly touch his cock on the way up. He bucked his hips again but failed to get any friction, his sigh of anger soon turned to one of pleasure as you now had both hands playing with his nipples. You leaned in toward him and kissed along his chest, listening to his soft breaths and gasps.

“You want me to use my mouth, Mikey?”

You could feel his hair move as he nodded his head, and you quickly indulged him. You swiped your tongue around his nipple a few times before pulling at it with your teeth, then moving over to the other one and doing the same thing. You smiled at the light feeling of his cock bobbing against your shirt, and you continued to tease him with your tongue, now changing the rhythm of your biting. You hummed as you felt the tip of his cock brush your stomach, and suddenly he lurched forward, your humming pushing him over the edge. He twitched as he came, painting your stomach with his cum and whimpering above you. You slowly came to a stop, letting your hands fall to his thighs and rub them.

He huffed above you, and you leaned back to look at his face, which was completely red. You smiled at him, watching as he avoided eye contact. “I didn't know you liked that so much, Mikey. I didn't even have to touch you.”

He looked up at you, his face slightly twisting into a glare, and lunged, a low growl coming from him. You heard the unsettling snap of what you hoped was not the pretty rope you tied him up with, and you could only smile at him nervously as the loosened rope began to fall from his body.

[slashers-and-rats]

Hello! Lovely evening, day, or night we are having! I have just the prompt for you, my friend! RZ version of Michael Myers (If you can write for him that is) with an s/o who is Russian! Just some headcanons or a one-shot if that's okay with you.

Also I want to see how Michael would react to being called "Big bear"! I personally think of Michael as a Big Bear and I love to see his reaction to the nickname! But anyways, have a lovely day and farewell!

a/n: this introduced me to a brand new type of micheal, and he is. he is one big boy, oh wow. thank you for this blessing anon. truly. that being said, i don’t think he’d react any differently to a russian s/o, so I’m gonna focus more on the big bear part, if that’s okey dokey.

Micheal Myers being called big bear [along with other fluff]

micheal knows he’s a big guy. he towers over nearly everyone he meets. he’s a very dominating presence. as much as he wants to be unnoticeable, it’s hard not to spot him in a crowd when his mask is bobbing high above everyone’s head. he’s intimidating to everyone. but you, obviously. no, you love this large hunk of man.

the nickname was a no brainer for you. at first, he hadn’t really noticed. you’d say it casually, sticking it in between your usual flurry of compliments. you’d be sitting on his lap, peppering his face with kisses, and giggling at how he squirmed in embarrassment at all the affection. as you’d kiss him, you’d mumble “by big bear, my big hunky man! so handsome, so nice! my big guy!” it always made him melt. you had a way of making him feel large but… soft. it was new to him.

to you, he was a gentle giant. he always paid extra attention to touching you, making sure he was being as gentle as he could be. when he held you, you really noticed his restraint. those big arms wrapped around you, your face pressed up against his chest; it was a miracle you didn’t suffocate in between his pecs.

the first time he did notice you calling him that, he had been cuddling with you. he was being big spoon, his mask having been thrown away, and his face hidden in the back of your hair. you were explaining a movie to him, and he was listening very intently despite seeming distracted. after awhile of you rambling, you had piped up and asked, “hey, big bear? do you wanna go grab some lunch?”

he sat up, looking down at you with a little confusion. you stayed looking at the movie, not really paying attention to the fact his face was bright red. something about you calling him that… it made his heart race. he was your big bear! it made him feel fluffy and light, like something you could squeeze and cuddle. he liked it.

he had kissed you then, in a soft and sweet way. you didn’t really know why. you had called him the name numerous times, but he had never really noticed until then. you went along with it tho, never one to reject his affections. especially since he was so quiet and stoic. he didn’t like being so overly affectionate sometimes, but this. it made him feel like he was some domestic man. he had a petname, a good one. it felt nice.

he took note every time you called him that after that moment. his favourite times are when you two were making out, and you could really feel the difference in size between the both of you. the way your soft body pressed into his, the way his fingertips sank into your plush flesh. it felt so nice. and when you whispered against his lips “touch me more, big bear, please…” oh, he was down for the count. it was like setting fireworks off, he couldn’t be contained.

with how guarded micheal is, and how scary he seemingly tries to come off, it’s nice for him to know there’s one person that sees through all of that. he does have such a gushy centre, deep down. at least, for certain people. and so when you give him petnames, it just makes him feel like he isn’t so terrifying. he’s just your big teddy bear, and that’s all he wants to be.

[homicidal-slvt]

Sad Michael Myers with happy s/o

"Bubbly"

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Michael Myers x GN|Y/N

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Warnings: Murder Mention, Fluff

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Michael was an entity that dark clouds always seemed to follow, his mind was a void that swallowed all that was good whole.

Most days he felt practically nothing, then there were times he simply felt... Sad.

Yet there you were all bubbly like usual dancing along to whatever tune that was stuck in your head, bobbing about the kitchen joyfully.

He just- couldn't ever understand you. You were always so excited to see him, always so eager to help him- though he never let you and always kept you at a distance.

But no matter what nothing darkened your mood, you respected him and showed him love at a distance. He appreciated that... Though he wasn't sure how to tell you.

"Mornin' Mikey!"

You greeted him with that wide smile of yours, he stared at you from behind his mask, his large form just looming in the kitchen door way.

"Are ya hungry?"

You turned to shuffle through the cabinets and he eased up behind you silently, you were blissfully unaware as he drew closer, it reminded him of how many times he's done this... How many times he's sank his knife into an unsuspecting person's back... How he could so easily wrap his large hands around your delicate neck right now and choke that light right out of you.

But... That's not what he wanted.

Instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind which surprised you, simply hugging you up close to him.

The rough texture of his clothing rubbed against your skin, his calloused hands holding you so tightly now, as if he was afraid the cruel world would rip you away from him.

You two just stood in silence, simply letting him enjoy the moment, afraid of spooking him off by saying anything.

You adored your big silent man.

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[spookychick78]

Final Girl

Shelter From The Storm

Michael Myers X AFAB!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,414

"I guess you're kinda stuck with me," she said, with a shrug.

He could have sworn he felt a smile pulling at his lips after hearing her words. He was glad she couldn't see, he didn't want anything to give him away. At least she would be safe here, unable to do anything stupid like he was somewhat afraid she would. He didn't want to trap her, she would be free to go if she chose to, but he finally had her to himself and he had to admit he was quite pleased with that fact.

She leaned her back against the doorframe, he figured the lack of dialogue between them must have been frustrating to her. He could tell she was trying to read him the best she could, he imagined it was challenging with no expression to diagnose. She would have to get used to it. Feelings aside, he wasn't going to give in that easily.

"I hate to break it to you, but we probably shouldn't stay here," she said coolly, "to be honest, I'm surprised authorities haven't swarmed this place already."

He wanted to chuckle at that. She was right and he knew Loomis eventually wouldn't be able to stop himself from snooping around again. They would be looking for her too. There was nothing to indicate he would have had anything to do with her late husband's death, but she would be the prime suspect. And even if he wasn't wanted in regards to that crime, there were plenty others they'd be looking to lock him for.

"You're not implying this is the only place you ever hide out in, right?" She asked, incredulously.

He started to move towards the door where she was leaning, stopping in front of her to indicate he wanted her to move. She stepped aside and walked out the door. She contemplated her next move. She knew following him through that door meant she truly was giving up any chance at a normal life. Then again, maybe she already had. She came back to him after all.

"This is going to be interesting," she said to herself before she hurried after him.

They walked silently in the shadows of Haddonfield. She could see the ghosts of old memories in each place they passed. It was like watching a montage of her life and it was painful. It wasn't even the bad memories that made it so hard to watch, it was the good. She knew she'd never have those moments again. She was walking a darker path now, she had been for quite sometime. Each decision she had made led to this. She felt oddly calm as she followed him. The pain was more like a dull throbbing inside her, not quite present enough to bring tears. She would miss moments, yes, but she wasn't going to resent her fate. She would no longer be used. She was no longer the victim. She would never be looked at like that again.

As they neared the edge of town she allowed one look back at her former home. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she released it. She gave her past to the wind. When she turned back she saw his head tilted to the side.

"Just saying goodbye."

He hadn't really thought about it like that. He had never truly said goodbye to Haddonfield, he always knew he'd eventually come home. He realized maybe that goodbye wasn't quite so simple for her.

Their journey ended at an empty farmhouse not too far off from town, but just hidden enough for them to evade any prying eyes. He marched up to the door, which had been boarded up for what looked like decades and began tearing the wood from its nails. She caught herself staring. It seemed effortless, like he was simply tearing paper from a notebook. He discarded the boards on the empty porch, causing leaves to scatter underneath them. He tried the handle, but to no avail, it was locked. He resorted to breaking it down. After plunging his body into the wood, it fell forward with an echoing thud. He turned back to her and waited for her to walk through.

She stumbled over the broken door and into the home. It made the Myers' house look like luxury. It was much older and had fallen prey to serious amounts of decay. The roof was held together by dilapidated wood panels. Torn curtains that barely held on to their form framed the dust covered windows. Thankfully there wasn't a second floor, or she would have been frightened it would fall in on them.

"Where did you find this place?" She asked.

He looked around. It definitely was worse off than the last time he'd been there. He looked back at her, hoping his blank expression would offer an apology.

She let out a quiet laugh, "I guess beggars can't be choosers, right?"

He watched her wander down the hall, exploring the house further. While she kept herself busy, he decided he would try and at least make it livable for someone like her. The broken in door and torn curtains didn't bother him, but he knew this wasn't anything like she was used to. He picked up the door and fit it back in its place, or rather leaned it against the frame so at least it would offer some cover from the cold, windy night.

She had found a couple of rooms in the back, one at least had a bed. She hesitantly tested the mattress, afraid it might give way if any weight was added but it held up decently. There were no blankets, so she was thankful she had the same hooded jacket on from before to offer her some warmth. She moved over to the old dresser in the corner. It had a few pictures resting on it. She picked one up and saw a family staring back at her. It wasn't Michael's, which gave her a chill. Perhaps he had taken the lives of the smiling faces looking back at her.

She jumped when she heard a thud from the other room, causing her to drop the framed photo. Glass went everywhere. She quickly swept the shards under the dresser with her foot and went to investigate the sound. She found Michael gathering the old curtains. He ripped the last one off, it's holder gave way and fell from the pressure of his pulling. Dust flew all around him and he shook his head as little bits got under his mask. This was the most human he had ever looked to her and she couldn't help but giggle. He stopped like a deer in headlights at the sound, quickly returning to his usual stoic demeanor. She took note of the curtains in his arms.

"Blankets?" She asked.

He moved past her down the hallway and set them on the bare mattress she had found before.

"I guess you're right, we should probably get some sleep," she said.

Did he sleep? She wondered to herself. She hadn't seen him do so before. She knew asking was pointless, so she figured she'd just find out eventually. She walked past him and sat on the bed, pulling one of the old curtains over her shoulders. The musky smell filled her nose and made her cough.

He stood at the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do with himself. He decided after a moment to lay at the edge of the mattress, on the floor of course. He couldn't bring himself to lay next to her. She settled in under the curtains he had given her and stared up at the ceiling. She wondered if he felt just as awkward as she did.

"It's uh, it's really cold," she started, feeling embarrassed at her own words, "you don't have to sleep down there if you don't want to. There's plenty of room up here."

She waited to hear movement, but he made none. She sat up to see him lying there on his back, his hands casually resting on his stomach. She grabbed one of the other curtains and got up.

"Here, at least use this then," she said as she placed it over him.

He felt that smile she had incited earlier pulling at his lips again.

She crawled back into bed. The sound of the whistling wind and his masked breathing lulled her to sleep.

[demona-andariel]

Object of Obsession - 32 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,208

Chapter 32 - Just Sex. Remember?

Michael's throat bobbed as he looked down at her. His eyes blazing with lust. His skin was warm to the touch as Gretchen quickly unzipped his clothes to feel him. She pressed her mouth against his chest, breathing in his scent with slight desperation. Rising to her tiptoes, she gave him a kiss before dropping back down.

"Why don't I do something for you, now?" she asked, sliding her hand down and grasping his cock.

He groaned and she let out a little giggle. Michael was quick to pull his arms out of his sleeves and she tugged his clothing down. Her hands roamed his body and she pressed up against him. Rising back to her tiptoes, she demanded another kiss, one he gave her.

Her hand firmly grasped his cock again, running along it. She didn't say anything, dropping down to her knees. Gods, he was thick and veiny. She gave his head a small teasing lick, glancing up at him with wicked eyes.

Keeping one hand on the base of his shaft, as she'd done before, she swallowed his head. She ran her tongue around him, glancing up at him every now and again. It was the first time she'd sucked him that she got to see his face, his expression. His mask had been quite the nuisance before.

His fingers touched her head as he moved her hair back. She watched him, swirling her tongue around his head. His eyes focused on her lips, clearly fascinated. The view he'd gotten while having his mask on must have been obstructed as well. He seemed almost, dumbstruck. She gently sucked, causing him to groan and close his eyes.

Gods. She loved the taste of him. His manly musk filled her nostrils, making her moan as she slid her mouth further down his shaft. A thought popped into her head. She raised her gaze. She had to see how he would react. Reaching the point in her mouth she always stopped him, she paused for a brief moment before sliding just a little bit further down his cock. So close to the back of her throat, but not quite there yet.

His eyes seemed to widen slightly as she pulled back. She went back to bobbing her head up and down. Keeping her hand firmly in place. His fingers tightened their grip on her hair and a couple of times she felt his arm tense as he fought the urge to push her down more. Control. He was letting her have the control and it was killing him.

A part of her felt intoxicated with the control she had over him. Letting him reach that point in her mouth again, she gently moved her hand down just a little bit, taking in more of his cock, allowing him to hit the back of her throat. He groaned, his fingers once again gripped her hair. She started to pull back and he fought her for a moment, before letting her go. She wanted to give him a knowing smile but she didn't want to give up the game that she was trying to tease him. Although, she was pretty sure her eyes were dancing with mischief.

She brought her hands back up to their position. Their eyes remained locked as she guided his shaft through her mouth and then took in more than she had before, allowing part of him to go into her throat.

His hand, on the back of her head, tensed, forcing her to stay there, and then pushed her further just a little bit more. She didn't fight him though, focusing on keeping her throat and jaw as relaxed as possible. She couldn't help but gag a little and choke around him.

Don't panic.

Her throat moved as her brain demanded air.

Don't panic.

For a moment, he didn't budge, his head tilted to one side as he studied her. She gave him a look, a silent plea to be patient.

He pulled back, allowing her to breathe. She pushed against him just a little bit more until his cock left her mouth. She quickly took in a couple of deep breaths and looked away.

"One moment," she gasped, putting her index finger up. She wiped her nose and eyes before clearing her throat. She could do this. She looked up at him, his face once again expressionless without a single hint of what he felt. Smacking her lips and clicking her tongue she returned to her position. His hand went to her face and he moved her hair back behind her ear. There was a softness to his touch.

Their eyes met again. Yes, still expressionless, only, his blue eyes held a fire in them. A need. A clear interest and desire for what she was doing. She licked his shaft, before returning him into the depths of her mouth. His hand went back into her hair, pressing against her head.

He pushed in again. There was more control in his movement, more pressure from his hand. She'd allowed him to go into her throat. He now understood he could do that. He wanted the control back. She tensed, internally battling whether she wanted to relinquish that control as well. But, if he'd wanted her to deep throat him he could have easily forced her to.

She gazed up at him, then slowly lowered her hands.

I trust you not to fucking kill me with your giant cock.

He experimented. Pushing his cock in as far as she'd taken it the last time. She gagged a little bit, her brain started to panic. What if she was wrong in trusting him?

He pulled out just enough for her to breathe and paused. She swallowed then took in a breath. He chose that following moment to slide his cock down just a little bit deeper. He extended his left hand to brush a strand of hair from her face then pulled back just as she needed air.

Control. He was in control. He'd figured her body out already. But of course, he did. With air back in her lungs, he pushed forward again. She leaned in, her eyes watering, but she was determined to swallow all of him. And she did.

There was something about having him delve into her throat with his cock that made her proud. Maybe it was because of his size, the way he groaned, or the needy raptured look his eyes held. Whatever it was, her heart swelled and her pussy tingled.

They figured out a perfect rhythm. His grunts and groans of pleasure and the way his body tensed and started to glisten with sweat just made her moan around his shaft all the more. It clearly added to his pleasure.

"Fuck."

Her eyes widened slightly as her brain came back for a brief moment. Had she heard him correctly? She wasn't entirely sure. His voice was low and deep and it could have been his harsh breathing as he neared his end. Their eyes locked for a brief moment before she stared ahead.

His grip tightened just a little bit more as his thrusts became more erratic. He groaned, sliding his cock as hard and far down as he could go. Her nose pressed against his skin and pubic hair. His hot cum shot down her throat and she couldn't help but automatically swallow, causing him to moan as her throat constricted around him.

Their eyes locked as he pulled out. She moved her tongue around his head and his chest shuddered as he took in staggered breaths. With a wet audible pop, he left her mouth. She let out a gasp, catching her breath, while also smiling up at him.

Giddiness and excitement welled up inside of her. She'd wanted to deep throat someone and had been practicing not to gag so much to make it easier on herself. And she'd done it. With Michael, no less. Although she wasn't exactly completely experienced, she'd seen a few cocks and none of them, not even Brandon's, were as big as Michael's.

She felt a wave of heat flow through her. She was hot, ready, and greedy for some more fun. She wanted his hands back on her. Wanted him grinding against her. Wanted his cock fucking her hard. And it didn't matter that Brandon was around.

Let him watch.

She stood up and shot a wicked glance in Brandon's direction, wiping her face with the back of her hand. To her puzzlement, he was gone. The hallway was empty. She quickly scanned around, but he was nowhere in sight. In fact, she didn't even feel him. When had that happened?

"I guess he couldn't handle me deep throating your cock," she teased, looking up at Michael.

She wasn't sure how she knew that Brandon was gone. But, at some point, between Michael getting her to come and him coming in her mouth, Brandon had disappeared. No anger or loathing, no attempt at guilting her, no extra presence looming overhead. The only thing that filled the air was the desperate, hot, need between her and Michael, and the smell of sex.

The mood shifted. Michael's hands roughly grabbed her pants as he impatiently pulled them down.

"Okay, okay," she said quickly. "Give me a moment." She quickly dropped her pants far enough down to wiggle out of them. She'd forgotten about them. He grabbed them off the floor and tossed them away. As if he was worried she was going to put them back on immediately.

Michael's face was back to being unreadable. He reached out, tilting his head to one side while his hands roamed her body. He squeezed her breasts then moved one hand to her belly and pressed. Butterflies filled her stomach and she suddenly felt nervous.

There had always been a pattern. He'd use her till he came and then he was done. They were done. Sure, he'd recently started staying a little bit more, giving her soft kisses and little cuddles. Sleeping in the same bed with her. But-

"He's just not ready to lose his fucktoy," Brandon's words suddenly echoed in her mind.

Damn you! But, he probably was right. Just sex. Remember? She tried to remind that part of her that was sure there was more. She had to be crazy. What kind of person would want a killer to fall for them? What kind of person was she to think a killer could fall for her?

The kind of person who noticed he realized he'd fucked up and you were in trouble. Who noticed how he sought out help for you when you needed it. Who noticed the little things he did that he didn't have to.

Just sex, though! She stubbornly insisted. She liked fucking him. She wanted to feel him fill her up and drive her over the edge. But her heart insisted on tagging along, tangling itself into what was just physical.

With his body further from hers, she felt the cooler air, making her shiver. The passion and fire that was inside of her dulled. With her pulsing desire to fuck him withering away, she started to feel self-conscious.

"I guess we're done now," she said softly, lowering her hands to cover herself. His movements were fast as he gripped her wrists to a painful degree. His blue eyes shot up, giving her a dangerous look.

"Don't cover yourself up," they seemed to say.

Her heart picked up its beat as she gulped, taking a step back. Her ass gently hit the table. She had nowhere to go. What else did he want?

Michael took a step back. She set her palms on the table and leaned back a little. His eyes trailed from the top of her head slowly down to her toes. He made no indication that he was pleased with the way she looked. When was the last time he'd fully gazed upon her body? The second night?

He stepped forward again. His big hands grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around. She set her palms on the table again. She heard the sound of him smacking her ass before she felt it, oddly enough. She jumped and yelped in surprise. Just as she felt her face start to flush with embarrassment, a thrill shot through her as Michael massaged the cheek he'd hit.

It's just sex.

He smacked her other cheek, and she gave the same response before he massaged her. Her eyes focused on the table and she felt her body tense.

It's just sex. You've always known this. Relax. He makes you feel good in the end anyway.

Too many thoughts warred within her, making it hard for her to focus on the moment. On the feeling and anticipation of what she knew he was going to do. His hands wrapped around her from behind. His fingers delicately went back to stroking her scars. Her body relaxed and she placed her hands on his, humming as she leaned back. Desire pulsed through her, stoking the dying flames in her core.

"Not ready to lose his fucktoy."

Her body went rigid again. Stop it! She felt silly, stupid even. Letting the words of a jealous dead man affect her. As if he was telling her something she didn't already know. Still, they ate at her, bothering her, adding to her own struggle.

She didn't mind being just his fucktoy.

Liar.

Michael roughly turned her around to face him again. His force caused her ass to hit the table hard, jostling the contents. The sound of her bottle of pills being knocked over caught her attention. She jerked her head to one side, watching them roll in her direction. A sign?

Michael's hot breath warmed her skin. But his hands moved off her body. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest again as doubt swirled around her. She picked them up, then slowly looked up at Michael. His focus was on the pills then moved to her eyes.

"It's just sex. Right?" the words flowed out of her mouth before she could stop them. She hated herself for asking. She already knew the answer. Her memory brought up the time he'd truly scared her, grabbing her throat and face when she asked him if he could love someone.

"Don't even think about it."

His right hand shot up, startling her. It went under her chin and he grabbed her throat again, tilting her head back and putting more strain on her neck. She gulped, feeling his hand move with her action. He squeezed.

Right. You can't love.

She automatically placed her left hand on his wrist. But, she didn't try to get him to loosen his grip. She should have been scared, terrified even. He'd never squeezed that hard before. The few times he had touched her throat seemed to be more of a test or casual interest. For a brief moment, her mind reminded her of her dream a few days ago.

It wasn't him though. That was Brandon. At least in the dream. In real life-Brandon. Somehow, he was still responsible. That knowledge pressed firmly on her mind.

Michael's grip tightened almost completely cutting off her airway. If it were any other day, any other moment, she would have been terrified. His face gave away nothing about what he was feeling. His eyes carefully watched her. Yet, she trusted him.

It was rather stupid. He was a killer after all.

He's not going to kill you. He wouldn't have taken you to that clinic if he wanted you dead. You mean more to him than you're willing to admit with a "clear" head.

"Not ready to lose his fucktoy." Brandon's words insisted.

Michael's left thumb ran along her lips and she automatically licked them. Her body pulsed with a burning desire, enjoying his touch, betraying her warring mind. She gulped as fear slowly took hold. Not fear of him killing her. Fear of her heart being torn apart if she allowed herself to admit her feelings toward him.

He couldn't love.

Michael loosened his grip on her neck, allowing her to take slightly deeper breaths. He leaned in. The heat of his body slowly wrapped around her. His face was so close to hers. There was a storm brewing in his blue eyes. So dangerous. So hot. So mine.

And then, he kissed her. Despite his roughness and the grip he had, the pressure from his lips was light. She moaned and tried to move closer, but the muscles in his arms tightened. It was as if he was still trying to keep her far away.

Once. Twice. Three times. Three simple, soft kisses, before his grip loosened and his eyes focused on hers. No mask. No barrier. He hadn't been wearing his mask around her for a while. But, his gaze felt more intense for some reason.

His body pressed against hers again. His hand moved off her neck to her cheek. She couldn't move, focusing on his eyes, searching for some clue of what he was thinking.

His lips pressed against hers again, a little bit firmer than the last time. The next kiss was deeper. His mouth parted slightly so that his tongue could slip out to brush her lips. Her tongue was ready to meet his with his next kiss.

Oh, gods. Their breathing deepened at the same time as they breathed each other in. His tongue explored her mouth while his right arm went under her left one. He lifted it up, maneuvering it over to rest her hand on the back of his neck. His left arm snaked around her to crush her against his chest.

Her body trembled both with desire and fear. She was going to give herself up to him. Not just her body, that she gave up a long time ago. Give her heart away and he was going to crush it.

The desperation in his kisses lessened till they were back to being small and simple. Finally, with a little sigh, he pulled back. His blue eyes held a question.

"Do you understand?"

Understand?

His fingers playfully massaged her ass. She could hear her heartbeat thumping in her chest. A conversation she had with him, one that she swore to herself had just happened in her dream, flowed through her mind.

"You lied to me, Michael. You care about me."

He could have dispelled that whole notion right there and then. Thrown her off his lap, put her back in her room, do anything to show his disinterest in her as a person. But, he hadn't. It had to be a dream. There was no way that really happened. Sure, he'd brought her to his room, but there could have been a logical reason for it.

Yes, a very logical reason why he took her to the one place he'd kept locked. A logical reason why he listened to her, took her outside when she needed it. A logical reason why he kept touching her goddamn scars with care and interest.

"You care about me," she stated.

He rolled his eyes as if that were common knowledge, letting out a deep sigh. His silent confirmation made her head spin.

Of course, he does, idiot. It's time to let go. This is what you've been waiting for. What you wanted. Why you came here. Why you were drawn to this specific town.

Soulmates.

The word stuck in her mind. The word she had thought belonged to Brandon. Forced it on his memory. He was in her vision after all, directly over her about to fuck her. An intimate moment that led to her destiny. Led to Michael. Of all fucking people.

She brought her other hand up, tensing her muscles and forcing his head down for another desperate, heated kiss. His skin against hers, his body heat, it ignited the flame, turning it into a blazing fire.

His hardening flesh pressed against her, making her moan in delight. It was pretty clear she wasn't going to have to wait long.

"Fuck me," she whimpered. Although, she wasn't entirely sure whether she said it out loud or not. It didn't matter though. She just needed him in her.

His hands grabbed her ass and he lifted her up, setting on her on the table. She hit the plastic pill bottle, making her jerk back. She had set it down without realizing it. Grabbing it, she threw it. Somewhere off in the distance, it hit a wall, the contents scattered on the floor.

Michael leaned in, kissing her, before pushing her back and pulling her to the edge. Her body screamed at him to fuck her. He leaned in, his eyes blazing with desire as his cock teased her. His hand ran up her stomach, over one breast around her throat, and squeezed just a little bit. His other hand was stroking his cock.

She let out a loud moan, arching her back. Gods! He didn't give her a warning, plunging into her, almost instantly hilting himself. Not that it mattered. She was drenched with desire and need. And she really didn't want him to wait.

His cock stroked her inner walls perfectly, filling her up in the right way. He wrapped his arms around her legs, pressing them to his chest. She grabbed onto the edge of the table with one hand, using the other to massage one breast.

She lost all thoughts, all worries. The primal part of her took over, focusing on pleasure, on reaching that peak and going over. Her hands moved automatically. Sometimes to touch him, her clit, her breast, her mouth so she could bite on something. Whatever her brain decided was best to add to her pleasure she did.

"Fuck. Michael, I'm going to come," she cried out.

He didn't stop. Pounding into her hard and fast, driving her body quickly to the edge. He didn't tease her, didn't make her wait, allowing her dam to break.

Her body shook and quivered as an orgasm washed over her. He placed his hand on her stomach, holding her somewhat in place while she automatically bucked and tensed. His cock didn't leave her though. He moved at a slower pace, making her orgasm last just a little bit longer.

Fucking hell.

It took her a moment to recover. When she finally got enough strength, she sat up to kiss him, rolling her hips to keep fucking him. Oh, if only he had a tie she could grab to jerk him down.

She let out a happy hum. Another orgasm stirred inside of her as it slowly built up.

Michael pulled out of her, making her whimper. Her pussy was suddenly far too empty.

A yelp escaped her lips as he pulled her down. Her feet barely hit the floor before he turned her, forcing her to bend over the table. He wasn't out of her aching pussy for long. She let out a loud moan as he plunged back into her. He didn't keep his movements slow. His hands gripped her hips before he gave her ass a smack. He thrusted into her with a hard but steady pace.

He tossed her hair to one side, then grabbed one of her arms to pin it behind her back. The strain in her arm sent a zap of added pleasure through her.

"Shit. Oh fuck," she moaned. "Oh, gods. I'm going to come again. Michael!"

She pushed her hips to meet his thrusts, crying out with pleasure. Every stroke, every movement he made just added to the inferno building up inside of her.

"Fuck."

Chills ran through her body.

There it was again. His voice, pitched just a little bit higher as he clearly was trying to control himself. Desperate to keep fucking her, but he couldn't hold himself off anymore. Would he say her name one day? The thought alone drove her over the edge.

He kept fucking her through her orgasm. Not that she had to wait very long. She felt his fingers dig into her hips almost painfully as he pulled her back with one final push forward. There was no way she wasn't going to have bruises. In fact, a lot of her was going to be sporting new marks.

His warm cum squirting in her triggered a tiny orgasm. She lay on the table, taking in deep long breaths as she tried to collect herself. Her skin was wet and sweaty, her body completely worn out.

Michael let out loud gasps. His cock was still buried in her pussy. His hands gently roamed her back and ass, feeling and massaging. He didn't seem particularly interested in leaving her just yet. Not that she minded. She wasn't ready to feel empty.

A random question popped up in her head. Could they do that? Have his cock in her pussy for a while longer, just to have it there? Sleep like that? She'd never thought about it. Perhaps something to explore down the road.

"Oh gods, Michael," she groaned. She gathered her arms under her to get ready to stand. Her exhausted brain scoffed at her. Michael's body, pressing against her own, was the only thing keeping her from collapsing onto the ground.

He moved back. His cock left her making her whimper. Without him to support her, she felt herself slide down. She let out a little yelp as he lifted her up before she could fully collapse.

"You've fucked me up, Michael," she said with a content sigh. She wrapped one arm around his neck, nuzzling her sweaty, exhausted body against his. "You've fucked me up real good."

Chapter 33 - Connection

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

hi!!! 🩷 i've been a lurker for a little while but i LOVEEE your writing and when i saw you were doing ship requests i just had to send in an ask. if ship requests are closed though, totally feel free to ignore this hehe

i'm a female (she/her), my charm point is probably my thicker eyebrows and my personal/dress style is androgynous but leaning a little towards masculine. my myers-briggs is ISTP, i'm a bit of a realist but i love making people laugh and i'm quite laidback. for weaknesses, i can be stubborn at times and get a little too defensive. but in terms of personal strengths, i'm crafty, loyal, the dad friend, and a tough egg to crack. i like living slow, so a few of my hobbies include art, lounging around, and visiting new places :)

my love language is probably physical touch first and words of affirmation second. i'm not picky about looks, but i'd like someone reliable, someone who would be there through thick and thin. they'd probably also be as laid back as i am...i wouldn't mind someone who puts me on a pedestal gomez addams style hehehe. i'm fine with any of the boys, but a few of my faves from bob include bull, toye, luz, and malarkey!

thank you so much for opening up ur requests and i cant wait to read what you write next!!! 🩷🩷🩷

AAAAAA thank you so much for the kind words anon!! I’m sorry this took so long lmao 😅 Thank you for requesting and hope you're having a great day!!

I ship you with…

George Luz! What would we do without George Luz!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - A Kind of Magic by Queen

How you met

Ok so I picture you being an NCO in Luz’s platoon

Very much have the respect of your men and they would follow you off a cliff if that’s where you were going

In Taccoa with Luz first saw you he was just

In absolute awe

The way you handled Sobel’s bullshit while keeping up the morale of your men just… He was in love with you from day 1 but he never acknowledges it, he just thinks he really admires you

Also he loved having someone else to joke with and banter, he’d never admit it but in places like Eindhoven and Bastogne Luz felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, like, he wasn’t the only one trying to make the others laugh to help them through it

So y’all get to the Eagle’s Nest and you and George are sharing a bottle of wine on a couch just vibing and having a lovely time

And then quietly Luz asks “what do you think you’ll do when we get home?”

Then you realize that you and George aren’t gonna be together every day forever

“I’m honestly not sure George, what about you?”

“Well I’m probably gonna go back to Rhode Island, but I’d love to bring a certain someone back with me…”

“...you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

This whole time your voices are getting quieter and y’all are leaning closer to each other until finally your lips touch and holy moly both of y’all are on tOP OF THE WORLD

How he knew he loves you

Ok so I know he said he’s in love with you from day 1 but goofy boy Has No Idea

Sure he realizes he has a crush on you at the Eagle’s Nest but he still has a ways to go lol

So you two are in your apartment on a lazy saturday just relaxing and doing your own things

You’re doing some drawing on the couch and you don’t see Luz just PLOP and glue himself to you

The two of you start laughing and you try (not really) to push him off but you both wind up laying on the couch him spooning you close and tight and you both just feel so happy and safe

And Luz just realizes… this is where he wants to be

Not necessarily on the couch (even though y’all’s couch is mega comfy) but just goofing around with you and snuggling you and talking about everything under the sun

So he turns you around in his arms and looks into your eyes and

“You’re my best friend, I’m in love with you”

And in that moment everything is just Perfect

A conflict and how y’all resolve it

So both of y’all have had hard times at work recently

Nothing too awful, just a bunch of little things and they’ve been piling up for both of y’all

So Luz just got home and went to the kitchen to get you and him a couple glasses of water

And you just hear a glass break followed by a “shit!”

You go into the kitchen and see George trying to sweep up all the glass with a hand broom and dust pan

You crouch down to help him but inadvertently let an aggravated sigh slip past your lips

“I didn’t do this on purpose y’know…” George mutters to you

“I never said you did?”

The two of you start bickering and it grows into something that has you both yelling at each other over you don’t even know what

You go to grumpily put the broken glass in the trash but accidentally get a small cut on your hand in the process

Of course now it’s your turn to shout “shit!” and you make your way over to the sink

George just grows quiet and follows you

He gently takes your hand away from the cut and wordlessly starts cleaning and bandaging the cut for you

“I’m really sorry about all that, work has just been shit this week, every day it feels like there’s something new going on,” his voice is almost a whisper, but you can still detect the sadness and regret

“I’m sorry too… work hasn’t been great for me either…”

You both just quietly vent what’s been going on at your jobs and it ends with Luz engulfing you in one of his trademark Hugs

“I love you so much doll,” he says before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead

The two of you spend the rest of the night just holding each other and watching a funny movie in peace

Your Happily Ever After

Y’all are just the epitome of being with your best friend

You’re always doing things together and it becomes so silly and SO CUTE

It could be anything from being on a fancy dinner date and starting a food fight to playing pranks on each other at home

Like even grocery shopping y’all will just… turn it into this hilarious, wholesome chaos that only comes from being soulmates with someone on your wavelength

Also you two ALWAYS go out together, like, all your friends know they’re getting both of you or neither of you and it’s adorable

Like, everything y’all do with each other is just so easy (heheheheh)

Even when you have the worst days you’re able to fall into each other’s arms and it’s just a breath of fresh air

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Ok so

Y’all talk on the phone to your Easy Boys all the time

But on more than one occasion they’ve mixed up y’all’s voices

Like you’ll pick up the phone and Malarkey will just “Hey George!” without missing a beat

So now y’all have made it into a game

Whenever one of you picks up the phone and it’s an old Easy Buddy you both purposefully try to imitate each other and both of you just get an absolute kick out of it

Perconte has been the only one so far to see through it but everyone else is totally clueless

It backfired a little when you were on the phone and Guarnere went “so how’s engagement ring shopping going?” but that’s another topic for another day

Aaaaa I hope you like it Anon!! Please don't be afraid to message me telling me you saw this lol, I know the feeling of submitting an anon ask and then forgetting about it 🤣 Thank you again for requesting love!! ✨

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi friend!! I was wondering if I could get a BoB ship please? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Looks - I'm about 5'5" with dyed hair (currently it's a faded purple but I'm gonna do teal/blue next!) and polka dot glasses! I'm on the curvier side and trying to be confident in that (it's a struggle tho lol 🫠)

Personality - my Myers Briggs is ENFP and I've been told I'm a ray of sunshine and a human golden retriever! I love being the mom friend and taking care of all my people 🥰 I'm also quite chaotic at times, and a little bit clumsy 😂 on a deeper level I have an anxiety disorder, ADHD, and a trauma disorder from previous relationships, so while i can appear loud and happy and confident I'm often worried I'm being too much and that I'm a burden to my loved ones

Job/interests - I'm currently working part time at my local psychiatric hospital as a clinician! My goal is to get licensed and work full time with children struggling with mental health and behaviors, my favorite color is yellow, my favorite animal is sharks, and I'm addicted to iced coffee 🤣

Thank you for taking the time to read all this! Hope you have a great day 🥰✨

Thank you for your request Lovely! I’m so happy to open ships back up! 💗💗💗 (also sorry for any mistakes, I haven’t done ships in a WHILE 😅)

I ship you with…

Dick Winters!

Song Recommendation:

- Literally a sunshine couple omg

- He first met you when you joined easy and he immediately thought you were so cute. Like his heart was completely melted at how sweet you were to him

- He honestly gets really shy at first but he also feels super comfortable around you? It sounds kinda weird but he immediately finds comfort in you. He can definitely say it was love at first sight. He’ll stick around closely with you for the rest of the time , making sure no one is bothering you but also because he’s like in love w you???

- Makes SURE to keep his feelings to himself for the longest time. He would hate to make you feel uncomfortable or sound unprofessional so he’d rather just keep his emotions to himself.

- UNTILLL, something happened and you got really hurt. He wasn’t sure what happened to you but when he heard that you had been in danger he got so scared, he really thought he lost you. He makes sure to confess to you afterwards.

- You two are definitely the parents of the friend group. Always taking care of everyone else and making sure everybody is under control, it makes him feel less lonely having someone else to be mature with 🤣

- OH and don’t let me forget ~ this man is in LOVE with your curves, like if he could spend every minute of the day kissing every inch of your body, he would. He also has to let you know how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, just the daily positive affirmations he has to give to you (he’s soo in love w you)

- He’ll spend a lot of time losing track of everything and getting lost in his daydreams about you. He really looks for you in everything. He sees the sun bright and shiny? It reminds him of you. He looks at anything purple? All he can think about it your pretty hair.

- He almost never stops thinking about you. (it’s actually become quite a problem) And when he does daydream about you, it’s so obvious. He’ll just be sitting there by himself, smiling like a huge idiot and everyone else is just like “Is he okay???” LOL

- He’d never tell you this, but he LOVES watching you take care of others, you’re just so kind and the way you nurture others really makes him want to marry you (and start a family with you) even more then he did before.

- This man enjoys it so much when you enjoy yourself, he really loves your chaotic-ness. He will just sit back and look at you like a proud father when you’re having your own fun. You just always make him smile.

- When you open up to him about your past relationship, he feels a mixture of emotions. He feels angry, because who could do that to the love of his life? You’re so sweet and kind and he KNOWS you don’t deserve anything less then perfect. He also feels sad. Sad that he wasn’t there to make you feel better and take away everything bad from you.

- It hurts him so much to know you’ve went through so many things, and you’re still kindest and prettiest soul he knows. He admires you so much for how much love you have to give to everyone.

- Whenever you’re having a moment when the anxiety just gets the best of you - he tries so hard to help you, with whatever it might be. He’s so patient with you (it comes very natural to him) He’ll do anything you want or need. A spa day by yourself or a warm bath with candles and your favorite book. He tries so hard to make you feel special and good. He will make sure to rub your back and tell you everything’s gonna be alright. Over and over again til you know it yourself.

- He also makes sure to let you know that you would never ever ever be a burden to him in a million years. He would walk around the whole earth barefoot just to see your smile or to see you happy. You’re HIS girl and when you have a problem, you can come to him no matter what it is!!

- When you get really really sad or you’ve have a long day, he likes to steal your polka dotted glasses from you and dance around in them (even though it might be a little blurry seeing him 🤣) he really will try everything to make you crack a laugh.

- He loves hearing about your work goals! He thinks it’s so neat how much you want to help children with mental health. He thinks it takes such a smart, patient, but also understanding person for the job. And you’re the perfect person for it to him. He’s so supportive for you. I could definitely see him as the hubby that packs your lunches and stuff like that LOL

- Whenever you guys go out, whether it’s to a bar to see old friends, or just out on a date, he’s got an arm wrapped around you at all times. He wants to show you off to the whole world honestly, you’re perfect and if someone can’t see that then they’re blind.

- Out in public he loves showing you off but can also get pretty protective over you. If someone is looking at his girl, he’s gonna say something to them (and that’s honestly rare because he’s a chill dude.) At the end of the day, if someone is making you uncomfortable, he’s gonna confront them. (if that’s okay with you ofc)

- Also back to the part where I said he always thinks of you, I forgot to mention how whenever he sees a Plushie Shark or any kind of stuffed animal shark, he makes SUREE to get it for you, you’ll definitely work up to a collection overtime 😭

- And whenever he comes home from work he’s always stopping at a local cafe to get you some good iced coffee, this man just really REALLY loves you!!

Thank you for your request bestie! Hope you enjoyed 🥰💛

[ericac318]

The Shape

Chapter 5 (one chapter to go)

A/N: This chapter takes on an ‘M’ rating. I’m still not sure why I wrote this story but it was in my mind and it needed to get out. I guess I just love Michael Myers (particularly Peepaw Myers)

Another few weeks passed that turned into months and by and in that time, Michael made more visits to Alexis’ home. He still hadn’t spent the entire night with her, but each visit made her happier and happier.

The town had seemed to move on from the events of Halloween 2018 which also allowed her to breathe a few sighs of relief, though she knew in her heart that the following Halloween would bring it all back whether Michael struck again, or not.

Alexis walked back into her home after a Fourth of July fireworks show to find Michael sitting at her kitchen table, waiting on her.

“I’m sorry if I kept you waiting,” she stated as she moved towards him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. She was a bit tipsy if she was being honest with herself and that made her far bolder.

She ran one of her hands down from his neck, down his chest, and lower. Alexis paused before she reached her target to gauge how he’d react.

Michel already had his mask off. He always took it off when he made these visits to her home after the one where they’d shared their first of many kisses.

He didn’t make any moves to stop her so she continued her journey until her hand rested on the bulge in his coveralls.

“I had a feeling that might be the case,” she whispered into his ear, “We can do more than a kiss, you know?” she teased as she palmed his erection while pulling his earlobe between her teeth.

Michael leaned into her touch as he used his free hand to run it under her insanely patriotic shirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Alexis, abruptly, stood from his lap and grasped his hand, leading him upstairs to her bedroom, a room they’d never visited together.

“You can do what you want with me or you can lie down and let me take the reigns,” she offered as she pulled off her shirt, revealing her bra.

Michael seemed to think for a moment before he chose to lay down on her bed to see what she had in mind.

Alexis pulled off her denim shorts before she moved over him on the bed, straddling him. She slowly unzipped his coveralls until she could pull them off of him entirely, allowing his readiness to spring free causing her to drool at the sight.

She placed a soft kiss to Michael’s lips before she lowered herself until she was between his legs where she could direct her attention to where he needed her the most.

Alexis ran her tongue along the base of his erection before she moved her attention to the tip, enjoying the way his body shuddered under her assault.

“There’s more where that came from,” she whispered before she took him between her lips and as far back into her throat as possible.

Michael reacted instantly, bucking his hips into her mouth, discovering a need he’d never encountered before.

Alexis bobbed her head up and down on his length as she felt him grow closer and closer to his release. Just as she felt him start to twitch against her tongue, Michael pulled her mouth off of him.

Even after all the months, they’d spent getting to know each other better, he still never used words so she was forced to read his needs from his eyes. He didn’t want to finish in her mouth which caused her lips to curl into a slightly mischievous grin before she moved to straddle his hips again.

Alexis was incredibly wet already from his reactions to her earlier work so she had nothing to worry about as she sank down on his length, watching in satisfaction as his good eye closed in immeasurable pleasure.

There was something incredibly satisfying about being able to turn a force of nature like Michael Myers to puddy in her hands as Alexis had done.

She started to move up and down on him, slowly at first to allow him to get used to the new sensation.

Alexis knew she should feel guilty about what she was doing and who she was doing it with but she refused to feel any shame for her actions as she picked up the pace, feeling his hands grip her hips, urging her to move even faster while he thrusted up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust.

She was already close from everything they’d done since she’d walked into her home to find him waiting and she came with a loud cry, screaming his name into the night sky.

Her reaction caused Michael to follow along mostly silent.

Alexis felt his cock twitch inside of her as he found his release only letting out a few small grunts as he came down from his high.

She moved off of him and lay next to him, in her bed, finally giving in to her urge to lay her head on his shoulder, almost snuggling into the crook of his neck.

To her surprise, Michael fell asleep with her that night and she woke the next morning to find him still asleep with his arms wrapped around her body, still maskless. She smiled to herself as she snuggled further into his hold, unwilling to leave the bed and ruing this long-awaited moment.

Read the whole story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42520938/chapters/106799568

[non-binary-laurie-strode]

So clearly the entire thesis of the Halloween franchise is that Michael Myers is hunting Laurie, who, in most timelines, is his sister. But does he actually focus her down in Halloween 1978? She's the main character, obviously, and the sister angle didn't come in until 1981's Halloween II, but does it retroactively fit?

After Mack and I talked about it at one point, I decided that the next time I watched Halloween I would see if he's actually chasing her or if she just ~happens to get in his path.

And you could reasonably argue that it is the latter! That Laurie is just in the wrong place and that she is not, in fact, his primary target.

The only time in the entire film that she sees him alone, before the climactic face-off, is when he's looking up at her in the laundry. That's it. Every other time throughout the day, she's with other people: The classroom is full of kids, Annie and Lynda are there when he drives by the first time ("Speed kills!"), and Annie is there when he's leering from the bush.

The entire reason that he ends up on the street that Tommy and Lindsey live on is because Annie stops by the hardware store that he robs, and she's taking Laurie to babysit. He follows them.

But when they split up, and they are literally across the street from each other, he decides to go after Annie first. He spends so much time with her! It's hard to figure out if we're in ~somewhat-real-time or not, how much time really passes there, but he at least has to spend like an hour prowling around the Wallace house and stalking Annie. After all, the kids finish watching The Thing, Tommy wants to read his comics, and they have to get off to bed.

And when Annie is dead, he doesn't even immediately go across the street to deal with Laurie. He waits and lurks at the Wallace house, which is how Bob and Lynda fall into his path. And then, even after Bob and Lynda are dead, he is still waiting at the Wallace house! That's not the behaviour of someone out hunting their prey when their prey is across the street. He never actually seeks Laurie out; he only attacks her when she's stumbling around screaming, crying, when she discovers Annie lain out in front of the stolen headstone.

"But what about when Tommy sees him across the street looking at the Doyle house?" He's stalking Annie and doesn't want to get caught. Reasonably you could argue he's just keeping a lookout for any trouble, and if Tommy is shaking the curtains, he might be assessing if Tommy is a threat. Nothing about Laurie specifically, but just "anyone who might bother the Annie hunt."

Really, I think it's a neat thought experiment to argue that maybe the entire film, his primary target is Annie and everyone else is just unlucky to be there! Every time she sees him (except the laundry) it's with other people, and usually Annie! Annie is more of the centre for his attack than anyone else!

Again, I know, the entire franchise rests on us assuming that Laurie is The target, and she's the main character so it makes sense, etc. This isn't really a serious argument. Just something I thought about while watching this movie for like the 10th time, haha.

[the-invisible-queer]

oh my godddd not zoe myers aka THEE video girl. i just had a war flashback reading that name in 2024 lmao that was literally the og jonas drama, like long before nick and joe started fucking around pissing off the pop girlies left and right there was fuckass zoe and her pink bob wig, wooing kevin off his feet on the year 3000 video set and bringing endless SCANDAL with her (by this i mostly mean a bunch of pictures kept leaking of them partying with her wearing skimpy crop tops and/or really short skirts, which is literally the height of outrageousness when it’s 2006 and your fans are almost exclusively sheltered christian 10 year olds. in hindsight this was probably important practice that saved some fans from having actual strokes when nick and miley’s naughty picture scandal happened a couple years later but AT THE TIME WE WERE IN THE TRENCHES LIKE IT WAS SO SERIOUS.) no one who wasn’t there in those oceanup comments reading endless cheating rumors and unverifiable claims from people who allegedly knew her that she was a bad influence and using kevin for fame and his family hated her etc. etc. will ever understand what a fucking gag it was to hear video girl for the first time and realize AT LEAST SOME OF THAT WAS ACTUALLY TRUE AND THEY WERE READING HER FOR FILTH OVER IT???? top ten most scandalized moments of my life to this day tbh like my little ass was absolutely shook. like bro HIS MAMA DIDN’T EVEN LIKE HER 😳😲😱🤯

IVE FOR YEARS ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW WHO "VIDEO GIRL" WAS ABOUT

I thought it was a Joe song - like it was his experience - for some reason

BUT BRO YOU'RE TELLING ME VIDEO GIRL IS ONE OF THE GURLS FROM THE "YEAR 3000" VIDEO?!?!?!

Bruh I don't know any drama from back then because I WAS the sheltered Christian 10yr old fan who only knew how to use Yahoo Music and YouTube to watch videos

I wasn't allowed on any other part of the internet

Honestly I'm so glad to have this fixation reignited because I've gotten so many questions I've had for the past 15+ years answered

I would have gone to my grave never knowing who Video Girl was or who Nick wrote "Jealous" about because I didn't care enough to look it up but it was just a curiosity

Bruhhhhhh

[frozen-borderline]

Nico interview with Jim Condon

Naturally, I jumped at the chance to do the interview, which Nico would only allow in person. We met in New York, December 13th, 1980, at a bar near the Chelsea Hotel. She more closely resembled the cover photograph of June 1 1974 than any of the more recent pictures I've seen. She was dressed in her own inimitable style, clad in black boots, a black Moroccan shawl, and the same scarf she wore in the liner photos of the Neuronium album. She seemed to be in good spirits, despite a bad cold. She proceeded to Ferdinand's, a Spanish restaurant nearby. It was here the bulk of the interview was conducted, while we were treated royally by our bartender Willie.

Is "Henry Hudson" going to be on the new album?

Of course. What do you think? Would you like an argument?

Are you putting "You're Lost Little Girl" on it?

(laughs) What makes you think that?

You said you were thinking of recording it with Bobby Kreiger.

When did I say that? Three years ago?

Yes. You said that you have seven or eight songs written for the album.

Oh no. I have exactly 13 - my lucky number. Today is the 13th that you're here - right on the spot! I'm not quite here - you understand? I mean I really want to give you a good interview. I don't want just to babble.

Feel free. Do you have a contract for this album?

It's right in there, yes. (Gestures towards a manilla envelope lying on a table). It's not signed yet.

Do you know who will be producing?

Officially, Adrian Barber, but it will be me mainly. I have some good ideas about doing it. I'm very well oriented. I mean I'm really into everything, and I'm mainly into jazz. Not from the very beginning because I grew up with opera. I guess a combination of what I'm doing.

Do you listen to medieval baroque?

Not at all. I like guitar players. I like Guitarists like Larry Coryell.

Did you see Bowie in The Elephant Man?

No, it was too difficult to get in. I don't want to pay 20 bucks to get in there. I mean in Paris I always had free tickets easily, but over here I don't know, he protects himself too well I guess.

Are you using Lutz Ulbricht on this album?

He's not here. I would use him, but it depends on how big the budget is. I would really like Christian Vander from Magma... Have you ever had a Planter's Punch? I prefer the Myer's rum best. I am a rum fanatic.

Andy wrote about the time you drove him up to Ann Arbor in his book...(Andy said, "Nico's driving was really insane when we hit Ann Arbor. She was shooting across sidewalks and over people's lawns.")

(laughs) Oh my God. He was the only one who wasn't scared. He just couldn't care less. He figured that if I could take charge of 15 people on the bus, I have to be a good driver not a land in a ditch or something.

Lou Reed has written songs based on life at the Factory. Did you get any inspiration or material from it?

I wrote "The Falconer" for Andy. Do you remember "Innocent And Vain" from the last one? That is partially about the "Wanted Series." He painted a "Wanted Series" - men in profile and men facing you. That's when you get caught in jail...I think that's the most interesting series he's ever done, to be honest.

Do you like his new work?

We are not friendly enough that I should say that. I mean, if I were a materialist, I would say he owes me a lot of money.

How did you meet Andy?

I really met Andy and the whole group in Paris... He is too much of a businessman to be a true artist.

Did you think that Andy's new book is accurate?

I've read a passage, maybe. (Nico stars to apply makeup from a small compact). Oh my goodness - I look absolutely terrifying. He is too much of a businessman. Now he is getting his own TV show.

What's the name of it?

"Andy Warhol's Show". It has the same lettering as InterView magazine.

When did you meet Bob Dylan?

In Paris, when he was 20. I met him through a friend.

Did he play the piano on "I'll Keep It With Mine"?

He sent me the acetate because he had promised me a song for my singing, but it never went on a single, it just went on Chelsea Girls...There is something about your eyes that reminds me of Bob Dylan at that same age.

I've never been told that. What was he like when you knew him?

He was on junk.

I thought he was known to be on speed at that time. Maybe it was a little later.

You mean when he broke his neck? That's very easily possible. I wouldn't know about that. I was in Spain then.

What do you think of Dylan's Christianity?

I think he's a little too late all of a sudden to be writing about Christianity 11 or 12 years later. I mean if this is the promised land, I've just been crucified the past two weeks. It really hurts. I'm not kidding. I wouldn't look the way I look.

You look better than photographs of you at CBGB's.

That was last year, yes? Which one? You mean the one in Wet magazine? That horrible picture where I look like Mama Cass?

Do you listen to Arabian music?

First Spanish, because that's more important. It's so hard to sing. Wee-ly! Por favor! (More drinks and shrimps in green sauce. Nico selects Spanish music for the jukebox).

Did you ever meet John Lennon?

Yes. He was a wise guy. It (his assassination) had to happen sooner or later. It will happen to me too...(Referring to the music on the jukebox He used to be my favourite flamenco singer when I first went to Spain. I am going to get myself a fantastic flamenco dancer's suit. Not for women, but for men.

Are you going to wear a rose in your teeth?

No, that is for for women. I am talking about the men flamencos. They are so beautiful, the way it is designed.

Did you ever write any songs with Jim Morrison?

He told me that I should write songs for him and that he should write songs for me. One of them on the very first one - "Frozen Warnings." "Frozen Warnings" is about a hermit crossing the borderline... He was so much ashamed of his Christianity. He was a Jesus freak for a while. It was during the "Purple Haze" era. Were you already born then?

Yes, I was born in 1960.

You're only two years older than my son. I never knew I could write songs until I met Jim Morrison. He told me I should do this. He showed me how to do it, too.

When was the last time you saw him?

I knew him four or five years before he went to Paris. He only came to Paris because he had fallen off a roof and he hurt his lungs. He couldn't sing anymore. He was always coughing up blood. He was always climbing around the edge of the roof. It had to happen.

Do you think Brian Jones had a death wish?

Not at all. He was totally separate. Why Brian?

Some people have described him as being very self-destructive.

But a true artist must self-destruct.

Do you think that you're going to?

I think I'm already doing it. Don't you?

That's not for me to judge. I'd like to say that I don't see that happening.

Can't you tell by the way I live? It's a continual battle, a drama, being a stranger to myself. I don't have any references to know who I really am. I mean everyday.

I don't think anyone ever really knows.

I mean to be really always in exile. I'm a total stranger to myself. Expect sometimes when I get reminded.

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 29: Halloween

Attempted to be Halloween-like today, even though it doesn't feel like Halloween weekend at all, by watching Halloween. I watched it last about a year ago, followed by allll the other Halloweens, so this was my first time since going through all the franchise.

It's just so good, is the thing. It's so simple and so precise and so consistent. No other sequel knew how to replicate that because they all wanted to add more, more, more, or complicate the narrative, or do something different.

Halloween (1978) was about one thing and that was the creeping dread of evil in American suburbia and all of its details contribute to this one particular horror. The sightings of Myers during the day. The arbitrary encounters with non-victims. The narrative provided by Loomis. The talk of the boogeyman, the spook house, the legends. The recurring jack-o-lanterns. The music. The music!!!!

A couple thing I noticed this time around:

-I've never really felt that Myers needed reasons for killing or any sort of coherent narrative around the murders, even though it is very much true that he does not kill everyone he meets. I think the arbitrariness of him is part of the terror, to be honest. But I will say that this original movie had a very low kill count (Judith in 1963 and then only 4 in the present day) and all of the deaths basically make sense. He kills the mechanic for his clothes, obviously, and then with the other kills, he seems to be re-creating Judith's death. I highly maintain he targets Laurie because she came to his house. And I always assumed he targeted her friends because of their proximity to her. But Annie has a similar encounter with him, when she yells at him for driving too fast, and afterward, he goes to the house where SHE is. Either he intends to kill her because of that encounter on the street, or he's interested in her for that reason and is triggered to kill her by her taking off her clothes. Then Lynda and Bob he kills after they have sex, just exactly as Judith and her boyfriend did. He arranges Annie under Judith's headstone, which seems like a pretty obvious indication that he was just repeating a cycle.

This feels very obvious when I write it out now but in later films he really does just go after a lot of people, like most people who are in his way get killed (but not all of them!), so it's sort of hard to remember that his body count was quite low and quite targeted originally.

--Laurie unmasks him. I had totally forgotten this. Not only that, but his face is visible. This is very interesting to me because nothing similar happens in any sequel, to my recollection. I believe he's unmasked in Halloween VI, but we don't actually see his face. Although it's Loomis who gets in the final (for now) shot and runs in at last to 'save the day' (again, for now), it's LAURIE who unmasks him. That feels significant to me. Also, it again parallels the first killing in 1963: at the end of it, Michael is again unmasked.

--The 'reel 3 body dump' as Jade would say is quite.... straightforward. In the sequels, there's always this really self-conscious Extended Climax, with a lot of chase scenes and deaths and almost-deaths and set pieces and etc. etc. etc. Sequences that seem to be purposefully constructed to be as elaborate as possible, to justify their place as the climax of the film. What the build up builds up to. These parts are often the worst parts of horror in general because the build up is always creepier and more satisfying than the blood bath, and I've long thought Halloween's climactic horror sequence, though it's not my favorite part of the film, is a lot better than others'. I think it's because it's NOT self-consciously elaborate. The last third of the film includes what it has to include and no more: Annie dies, then Lynda and Bob; Lynda is on the phone with Laurie so she becomes suspicious; she goes to the house across the street and discovers the bodies and briefly encounters Michael; he chases her across the street to the Doyle house; she has an encounter where she thinks she's killed him and this respite allows her to get the kids somewhere safe; another encounter, where she thinks she's killed him, and then she sends the kids out for help, bringing in Loomis and the final attempted kill/disappearance. Yeah, there are a couple of fake-outs here, but I don't think the needle-stabbing ever looked like a real defeat of the villain, and it was necessary to give her time to talk to the kids. Overall, it simply does not go on and on and on. And it helps that Laurie is only one person: the cast is simply not that big. In fact, I sort of remembered there being more people and more townie moments and stuff--scenes I think I was taking from Halloween II or maybe some of the other sequels.

Anyway, it's the GOAT, for sure. And the ending! The ending with the music over the various locations. Chilling. No one else has done it like this.

[ela-loomis]

What would Michael's reaction be if his s/o was a gamer?

Michael Myers with a gamer S/O!

- Had no idea until he heard you raging one random day. He was confused, and slightly nervous when he heard you losing your mind in the other room. Did he manage to set you off for real somehow??

- He entered the room slowly, and was even more baffled when he saw you yelling...at a screen. He just stood there and watched you until you were done, not comprehending.

- When you caught sight of him and apologized, explaining that you were just frustrated at your game, you received a very slow nod, and then he backed out of the room.

- He's intruiged, though, and he wants to watch you play! He'll sit next to you and stare at the screen while you explain the plot, and what you're doing.

- He wants to play along with you, but he gets frustrated very quickly when his big hands struggle with the controller.

- Is 1000% the type to move in real life at the same time that his character does. Like, if his character runs to the left, he leans to the left.

- Will never admit it, but he kind of...likes it, when you're mean to the people you're playing with. Especially when you start truly yelling at them.

- You slowly develop a collection of games for a range of consoles, as well as odd bits and bobs like headsets, controllers, etc. from Michael. It's the thought that counts!

- Will bring you snacks without being asked, but only when you're deeply invested in your game and won't try to thank him.

- If you rage quit at any point, he'll rub your back consolingly, but he'll absolutely be snickering as he does so.

[annaphoenix1994]

One-Shot Masterlist Here:

Hold Still

NSFW Under the Cut!

Based from either 2018 Myers or RZ Myers x Fem. Reader

Sweet summer rain pelted the windows of the quiet home, the smell of marinara lingering in the kitchen, twining with the smell of the garlic knots she had made. Adjusting her fleece Halloween-themed socks on her feet, she made her way into the kitchen to wash her hands before making a plate for Michael, always ensuring that he ate first, although he always insisted otherwise. "Michael! Dinner's ready!" She announced, unaware of the sound of running water from the shower down the hallway.

After waiting a few moments, she began to wonder where he was, taking note of the naps he would take throughout the day. Seeing steam rolling from under her bathroom door, she had concluded that he had been taking a shower.

Now back into the kitchen putting away the rest of the pasta into tupperware, she felt Michael's presence behind her, smelling of Axe Chocolate body wash, in which she loved smelling on him. His beard tickled her neck delicately as he placed tender kisses on her shoulder. She giggled, leaning into his kisses as his hands began to explore her body as if it were the first time. "I'm guessing you're not ready to eat yet?" She giggled.

"Depends on what you're referring to."

She hesitated a breath, flustered, before turning around to face him, his massive stature making her look as if she were an illustration. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, his hands gripped just under her buttocks, lifting her up effortlessly to where she sat on the counter, seeing his eyes at a level standpoint. "I like what you're referring to better." She giggled.

His face was held idle in her hands as she kissed him, her right hand breaking off to explore his body as she continued to feel flustered by his touch. Now gripping his shoulders, her fingers clasping the thin fabric of his shirt, he carried her towards their bedroom, easing her onto her back as he rested between her legs, his left hand trailing up her bare thigh, his fingers resting at the hem of her shorts. Her legs curled around his hips, squeezing slightly as his lips lingered on her neck for a few moments before he began to slide her shorts down her legs.

Smirking at her moan, his beard began to tickle the inside of her thigh, feeling her fingers grasp at his arms as they began to ascend up her torso, cupping her breasts in his massive hands.

She enjoyed every touch and kiss he was giving her, biting her lip as she felt his size poke at her thigh, desperate to feel him. Surprised at his submission, she was now able to straddle him, pressing her palms against his chest as she began to kiss his body, his skin hot to the touch.

Once getting to the waistband of his pants, she sprang him free - his velvet length dripping for entry. She looked up at him before teasing the head with her tongue, savoring him. Feeling his breath hitch, she began to use the flat of her tongue to drive down his shaft, feeling him groan at the sensation. He was never one to put himself into a vulnerable position, but for this once, it felt nice.

In the dim light of their bedroom, he watched her head bob up and down on his length, amazed at how she could take his entire shaft in her mouth, feeling the tightness of her throat itself...

...in which it gave him an idea.

Grasping her hair in his hands to portray a ponytail, he forced her mouth off of him, watching the delicate ropes of pre-cum tying her lips and the tip of his penis together. He groaned as he watched her bite her lip as he guided her to where her head was hanging over the side of the bed. She giggled, eager to have his length stuffing her mouth, although she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous.

His fingertips rested easily on her cheeks, waiting for her mouth to open wide for him. "Michael, I-I've never done it like this before."

"Take your time," He cooed. "Just be still."

She nodded, opening her mouth and feeling the tip of his penis enter her mouth. She kept breathing through her nose as she made herself relax, gripping his hand with hers to indicate any discomfort or if he needed to withdraw. Surprised that she hadn't squeezed his hand yet, he continued slowly, feeling her hot tongue embrace his shaft as he felt the back of her throat, easing himself further.

Her body recoiled slightly at the new feeling, his fingertips tracing the bulge of himself from her throat, smirking at the image below him. I wish I would've thought of this sooner he thought. Easing from her throat slightly, he let her readjust herself after feeling a tighter squeeze from her hand. "You alright?"

She wiped tears from her eyes at the pressure she had just experienced before nodding, "Yeah."

He wiped her hair from her face, watching her open her mouth to beg for him again, this time much easier. Feeling her throat resist slightly, he continued to push himself as he kept an eye on her body language, desperately not trying to hurt her. Grasping at her nipple, he cupped her breast as he slowly pumped his hips into her mouth. Her hands were now running up and down his legs, moaning occasionally as she was used to the intense pressure and new sensation he was giving her.

He reached over her, his fingers circling the small bundle of nerves between her folds, making her legs curl instinctively. "Hold still."

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Comedy Hierarchy is 3 School Cafeteria Tables in Hell

So dig. 

Or whatever Lenny would say. 

And keep in mind that in the grand scheme of life, the universe and everything, ALL comedians have a seat at the weird kid table. But amongst themselves, there are three tables. 

The jocks and the popular kids. Your mostly white, mostly late night hosting, mostly clean cut funny humans. And mostly men. Johnny Carson. Milton Berl. Bob Hope. Henny Youngman. Lucille Ball. Betty White. More recent additions would be James Cordon, Jimmy Fallon, Seth Myers, Collin Jost. Guys like Jeff Foxworthy end up here. Kimmel begrudgingly ends up here. Leno. Letterman. Billy Crystal is here too. Carol Burnett is up here. 

Next, you have the weird nerds. So. Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner are here. Neil Simon. They make Woody Allen sit on the other end of the table these days. Conan O’Brien is here. John Oliver. Tina Fey and Amy Pohler are at this table despite an invite from the popular kids. They’re just too weird. Same thing with John Mulany. Bo Burnham takes up permanent residence at this table. Robin Williams winds up here because he’s Mork from fucking Ork. Larry King. Donald Glover. Tim Minchin and Weird Al. Eddie Izzard is here. 

And lastly, but certainly not least...the bad kids table: So. Lenny Bruce and Mort Sahl. John Rivers. Don Rickles WAS at the bad kids table, but he kept pissing off Margaret Cho, so they kicked him out and he wound up with the popular kids. Sarah Silverman. Richard Pryor. Michael Che. Whoopi Goldberg. Red Fox. George Carlin used to be a popular kid, but then he got arrested that one time with Lenny and never looked back. Taraji P Henson. Chris Rock. 

And there is obviously crossover. Richard Pryor sneaking over to the nerds to lend Mel Brooks a fart joke. Whoopi, Billy and Robin work together for a mega table crossover. Taraji P. Henson gets invited to the popular kid table some days. Robin Williams sneaks over to the bad kid table to do drugs with Richard Pryor. Lenny Bruce heads for the nerd table to yuck it up with Larry King. Sometimes John Oliver gets so mad and loud that he gets kicked to the bad kid table for a day, and enjoys his time immensely.  

If you noticed that the poplar kids table is predominantly white and the bad kids table has a lot of comedians of color? Well, you’re right obviously. Racism is an entire fucking thing, and not a topic that guys like Carson or Uncle Milty can actually comment on. That’s way too real and gritty for those guys. Race commentary is a comedian of color’s bread and butter, and not strictly kosher for the square set, as it were.

Also, I cannot possibly name every comedian ever. So I know I’ve missed a ton of people. 

but if we apply this logic to TMMM, Midge has obviously had a seat firmly next to Lenny at the bad kids table from jump. 

Gordon Ford is a Johnny Carson stand-in for sure. A shiny, white late night bro, firmly settled at the popular kid table.

Whether Ford winds up a love interest or not, he certainly has the ability to give Midge a hand over to the popular kid table. The way that Carson did for Joan Rivers in real life. 

And the question will become: Is that what Midge wants? Does she want her voice to be clean cut and ready for prime time? She veered in season 4 towards “I say what I want.” What happens when she veers to far to the other end of that spectrum and completely stops being true to herself in order to work? 

I dunno. I guess we’ll see if that’s the direction they’re going.