Can you make an imagine for Michael Myers X female reader, how would their relationship start and proceed? Thank you 😃
You’re welcome! I decided to go with OG Michael, which I hope is okay.
You two met at Smith’s Grove, not long before he had escaped.
You were a nurse or a nursing assistant. One of the two. You met one you first day, when you were helping to hand out meds. As cliche as it sounds, your eyes met and in a way, both of you were goners.
Because predators can recognize each other on sight. And while you are not even close to what Michael is, there is something missing (or maybe it is something extra, something special) that both of you have. Both of you are the same rare breed.
But that didn’t stop you from being worried when he broke out and was reported to be heading right for your hometown, according to Loomis.
You had been a child when Michael had killed his sister, the two of you students at the same school. But you had not met, as you had just moved to town when it had happened. His legend grew and even after meeting him, you weren’t sure just what was fact and what was fiction.
It was at 3 am on November 1st. You woke up suddenly, a noise in the kitchen causing you to go downstairs.
And there he was. Michael Myers just standing in your kitchen, as silent as ever. You flicked on the lights and noticed the blood all over his clothes.
“Do you need help, Michael?” A nod was your only response. Not that you had expected him to say anything.
As you patched him up, you looked into his eyes through the mask. “We can’t stay here, you know. People will be looking for you. And I don’t think you want to be locked up for much longer. Do you?”
He shook his head. You smiled.
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When you quit Smith’s Grove, everyone thought it was because you were afraid of Michael. That you couldn’t live anywhere near where he could be. When you were asked about your future plans, you were vague, muttering about distant family every now and then.
California was as far as they could get from Haddonfield. No one would be looking for him there. Getting Michael a new identity was easier than you thought and he made sure no one would talk.
The two of you lived platonically for a little while. A year and more had passed since that night and everything was fine. You had another nursing job and Michael did whatever he wanted. Sometimes there would be money on the kitchen counter. At some point, he stopped wearing the mask around you. You had no idea when he would be there, but there was always dinner waiting for him. Sometimes, he would sit by you while you watched television, never saying a word.
At random, he would get into your bed and just watch you sleep. He didn’t touch, he would just watch. You just lay there the first few times, unable to drop off. But eventually you started falling asleep. He was always gone in the morning.
But that day, a year and more after that night, you were waiting for him. He stood over your bed. Your fingers went to the buttons of your nightgown, looking up at him.
“Michael...” you breathed, his name loaded with meaning. One button came undone, and then another. “Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head. But his hands reached out and pushed your hands away. The front of your nightgown was ripped open and the garment was tossed aside. He got into your bed, the two of you on your sides, face to face. As his mouthed neared yours, he whispered your name for the first time.
