Michael Myers fics (sfw abd nsfw)

Bodyguard ☁️

A/N: GOD I LOVE MICHAEL hes so baby girl. Yeah hed kill me but he'd hug me when im sad. I got major brainrot with Michael and cant get him out of my head so ima share one of my many scenarios with Michael, as an x reader fic lmao. Slasher lovers, enjoy ur meal.
Warnings: stalking and mentions of murder and assult.
Sfw
1146 words

Michael goes by many names: The Shape, the Boogeyman, a man of pure evil. But to one woman, he's simply a man with a soft spot. When it isn't Halloween, and he isn't out killing everything that moved, he lives in a small house in his home town, hidden in the woods with a woman and living a normal life, or at least as normal as it can be. He stilled took his anger out every once in a while on the people of Haddonfield.

The woman, (name) (last name), helped with the house along with Michael, and wrote horror novels for a living. It kept them a float and allowed (name) to be home more often, plus Michael was flattered that his work was inspiring her.

(Name) liked to go out, mainly to shop and grab necessities. (Name) let Michael know that she's safe whenever she goes out, but that doesn't stop Michael from watching her from a distance. It made him feel better about her going out by herself, but she always had the nagging feeling she was being watched.

(Name) went out pretty late at night for some clothes shopping. She didn't need anything, but Michael did. He wasn't exactly the type to care about fashion or looking nice, but (name) would get him something nice, jeans and the occasional classic rock band t-shirts. Michael didn't exactly get the whole clothes shopping, but he appreciated the thought behind it. She simply wanted him to feel nice.

It was very dark out though, and parking was hard to come by of all times, so (name) was forced to park in a secluded spot, which wasn't ideal for a small woman all by herself. Luckily, Michael kept a close eye on her from afar.

(Name) was simply walking by, passing a local bar, when a group of people, 2 men and 2 women, sitting out front had recognized her.

One of the men spoke up, "Well, if it isn't miss (last name)."

"Hello Mr. Moore" (name) responded back. She only knew his last name cause every once in a while they'd make small talk. Tonight seemed different though. He seemed more agitated.

"I read your recent book, Man of Murder you called it. Great book I must say, but I couldn't help but notice it was a lot like that night of Halloween 1978." he said to her, starring her down like a hawk.

"Really? I actually took inspiration from a different murder case." she said.

"(Name), I've told you before I had a daughter who was murdered by Michael, in cold blood. She was all alone, screaming for help, the kid she babysat too afraid to come downstairs."

"Mr. Moore, if you think I'm taking the people's trauma and turning it into profit, that's not the case at all."

He stood up, "Than why does your book take place in Illinois, with a masked murderer going around killing people for sport in October. Couldn't help but be reminded of Michael when you described him."

(Name) thought to herself, "oh no, this is getting out of hand."

(Name) really never meant to take inspiration from the events in 1978, but I guess when you live with a masked murderer in Illinois for a while, you put in your book what you know.

Mr. Moore took a beer bottle, smashing it against the table, making himself a weapon. The 2 women and man who sat with him quickly getting out of their seats to stop him, the rustling of bushes can be heard from a distance.

(Name) quickly reacted running the other direction, and even though Moore was partially drunk, he was still tall and sober enough to catch up to a small woman and trap her against the brick wall of an alleyway. the 2 women and man tried to get Moore off of her, but to no avail. everything was happening to fast for (Name), in the blink of an eye Moore was ripped away from her, slammed against the wall of the other side of the alleyway. Everyone around was backing away from from the giant man, and (Name) looks up to see Michael, but without his mask, his long blonde hair covering his face for him.

No one needed to see his face to know he was angry, his fists were balled up and his breathing was so erratic. You could practically feel the rage from a mile away.

Moore, and the man and 2 women quickly ran off, intimidated by the tall figure whom they didn't recognize.

Michael turns to you, silence flooding the area, the only sound being heard was his raged breathing. luckily he didn't kill Moore, but he probably injured him with how hard he hit the wall. As you both had a long comfortable silence, he pulls you close, holding you as if he was relieved you were ok, which you were.

Michael turns to you, silence flooding the area, the only sound being heard was his raged breathing. luckily he didn't kill Moore, but he probably injured him with how hard he hit the wall. As you both had a long comfortable silence, he pulls you close, holding you as if he was relieved you were ok, which you were.

you didn't grab any clothes that night, and you drove you and Michael back home. On the way home and even when you walked into the house, Michael held onto you, whether it was hand, wrist, or thigh. Michael did worry you would get hurt, and it damn near happened and was terrified. He's scared something bad will happen to you, which is why he always protects you, in his own way anyways.

As you both sat on the couch, cuddled up in a blanket, Michael brought out his mini notebook and pen and wrote something. since he doesn't like speaking, he resorts to writing down what he needs to say. He shows you, "From now on, I'll be going out with you."

(Name) was slightly shocked by this, but it felt nice knowing he loved you enough to not let you get hurt like that again, and you'll have someone to go with you too, even if it might not be his thing. He wont have to keep his eye on you from a distance anymore, but now he'll be by your side.

"Ok, sounds good." she agreed, ending the night with a soft and gentle kiss.