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michael myers x reader - chapter 5: small bump

"get some rest." he practically orders, and you nod, circling your free arm around his torso as you settle down for a snooze. michael gives you one last kiss before letting his own eyes close to doze off into a light slumber.

tags: pregnancy, fluff, secret relationships, michael being protective

warnings: pregnancy, talk of abortion, reader is referred to as 'mama' because of genitalia but pronouns are still gender neutral <3

you stood with a positive test in your hands, clutching it as you cry. this time, you weren't sad. you were so happy, yet still scared. michael had agreed to having a baby, and it was all so surreal. but... the lingering thought of what happened last time haunts you.

stepping out of the bathroom, you saw michael sat on your bed, eyes closed and arms behind his head. slowly, you climb onto his lap and hug him tightly. "hey.." he mumbles, opening his eyes and hugging you back. "hey." you respond quietly, michael noticed your tears. "well..?" he mumbles and you nod, showing him the pregnancy test. michael smiles, kissing your forehead as he rests his hand on your belly. "are you happy?" he asks softly, and you nod again with a small laugh, giving him a soft kiss. "are you?" you respond, and he smiles. "yes, i'm very happy." his best marking was inside you, you could never leave him.

after a month, a small bump had started to develop and michael adored it despite how you cover it with miss burnham's hoodie. his hands were always resting on your tummy at all times, gently rubbing it when you felt ill or when you had cramps. currently, you were lay on your back, a hand in michael's hair as he lay his head on your belly carefully. "i can hear their heartbeat." he smiles, and you smile too. he was adorable when he was trying to care for you. "yeah? wanna guess what gender they're going to be?" you ask, and michael hums. "it's going to be a girl." he states after a while of thinking and listening to the baby's gentle thumping. "hmm. do they sound like a girl?" you tease, stroking his scalp softly. "mhm." he nods slightly, giving your bump a soft kiss.

you sigh happily, eyes closing as you continue to card your fingers through his brown locks. "i normally hate children but she... she feels different." he says to you, and you open your eyes again. "we're gonna kick ass at being parents." you giggle, moving your hand to gently stroke his cheek. michael gives your baby bump one last soft kiss before moving from your belly. "oh, you can stay there if you want, just don't squish them." you smile, but michael shakes his head. "how are your tits?" he asks, gesturing to your chest. your face heats up at his question, but it was true that your tits were swelling and sore. "hurty, but i'll be okay." you pout slightly, pulling up your hoodie so he could kiss your boobs softly.

you looked at the small bump past michael, resting your hand on it gently. "they seem so small.." you note, and michael hums. "it's because she's still growing." he says softly. you giggle at his assumption that it has to be a girl. "mhm, they might get bigger, but who knows? they may stay small." you shrug as michael licks over your already wet nipple. you gasp at the feeling, eyes fluttering closed. "sensitive, baby?" michael teases, tongue tracing soft circles around the nipple of your other breast. "ah- michael.." you mumble, and he chuckles as he pulls away to give you a soft kiss. you hum into his mouth, letting him cuddle you. michael's right hand rested on your bump all whilst the left one rubs your back soothingly.

you began to doze off as he rubs your back, nuzzling your nose against his as you rest your hand on the one on your baby bump. "you're so cute.." michael whispers, giving you another soft kiss. you manage to kiss back slightly, still falling asleep. two quiet knocks catch michael's attention, and he turns to see doctor addison peering into the dark room. "may i come in?" the british man asked, and michael's protective nature flared as he shields your half unconscious body with his chest. despite his attempts at hiding you, you wave the doctor in and hear the door close as footstes draw nearer. luckily michael's chest is hiding your tits from the doctor's sight as he peers over at your bump. "ah, i see the plan is going nicely!" beaming, the doctor's hand moves to attempt to touch your belly.

michael snaps a little, hitting the doctor's hand away quickly with a small growl. "right, right- sorry." the doctor chuckles as you half heartedly scold michael's behaviour by giving his side a soft pinch. "how are you feeling, y/n?" the doctor asks you, and you hum softly. "tired.." you mumble, still resting your cheek on michael's chest. "yes, that will be a common occurrence." addison chuckles. "i have an proposition for your later months of pregnancy." he straightens up, and you peel your eyes open to look at him. "i may be able to get you both an empty solitary cell in the more quiet wing once the bump becomes more noticeable... and of course until your baby's born, i will check on you until you go into labour." addison smiles, and you hum softly, looking at michael who seems indifferent.

"seems like a good plan." you smile back and doctor addison nods. "i'm happy you agree! until your later months please let me know if you need anything." he says, bidding farewell. once he left, michael relaxed slightly, smushing you against his chest- yet still being careful of your baby bump. "relax.. he means well this time." you mumble, rubbing michael's back soothingly. "hmm... i don't know, i'm still gonna keep my guard up for you and the baby." he grumbles and you can't help but laugh slightly. "you're so cute when you're protective." you purred, and michael huffs. "i'm doing it for you-..."

"i know, i know. i love you." you breathe out, and michael deflates fully at your words. "i love you too." he replies. "get some sleep, you'll need it." you mumble, and michael sighs dramatically. "you need it more than i do." he protests, hand idly massaging your swelling tummy. "mhm, we should both sleep tonight. i wan't you to take care of yourself too." you gushed, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades to ease him into a light slumber. "alright.." michael caves, kissing your head softly as he dozes off in your arms.

you sigh softly, kissing his jaw softly as you try to settle too, eyes fluttering closed. sighing as you can't fall asleep after waiting with your thoughts, you get up carefully from michael's arms to go to the bathroom in case you need to relieve yourself. seemingly still sleeping, you leave michael with a soft kiss as you carefully climb over him to get off the bed. listening as you pad away to the toilet, michael's eyes flutter open. he hums, glancing at the door of your bathroom. he grows a little worried as time slowly ticks past, and despite a small voice in the back of his head telling him not to be overbearing, he gets up and walks over. just as he's about to tap the door, you open it, gently rubbing the baby in your tummy. "oh, i'm sorry michael. did i wake you?" you frown, letting him hug you. "no no, i was just worried.." he mumbles, kissing your cheek softly. "come on, get some sleep." he says, directing you to the bed. "i can't sleep..." you pout as he moves you onto the bed.

michael hums softly as you lay on your back, his hands shuffling the hoodie up so he could kiss your belly gently. you sigh softly, hands gently petting his hair as he slowly massages your sides. "just relax, you'll fall asleep soon enough." he breathes out, and you hum, letting him flutter kisses around your gravid stomach. "you look so hot like this.." he mumbles, and you giggle slightly. "mhm, you really got a pregnancy kink huh?" you tease, giving his soft locks a small tug. "mmhmm." he smiles, resting his cheek on your baby. "i think they'll have your hair, y'know." you murmured, and michael laughs. "really? i think she'll look more like you." he rejoices, fingers tracing soothing lines on either side of you.

humming happily, you tell michael that his small gestures feel nice, so he keeps going. before you know it, you've closed your eyes, relaxed as your hand still rests on michael's head. once he noticed you had fallen asleep, he smiles and kisses your bump. "hey baby..." he mumbles, nuzzling the soft skin of your tummy. "mama and i haven't come up with a name for you yet, but we'll get there." he sighs, breath tickling your skin. "i just want you to know that even though i'm terrible with kids i'm going to try for you, for them." michael mumbles, "i'm not going to be the best, i know that.. but i will always love you just as much as i love them." he finishes, giving your stomach another soft smooch. "good night, my darling, don't keep them up. they need their beauty sleep." chuckles michael as he moves up to lay next to you instead.

you roll onto your side and cuddle into him, letting out a calm breath. michael can't help but smile at your sleeping form, "goodnight, i love you." he purrs, giving your lips a loving peck before closing his own eyes to fall asleep. you smile, hands gently rubbing his back slightly as you finally doze off.

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michael myers x reader - chapter 4: another chance

michael grabs the test, offering it to you. "what do you think?" he asks softly, and you take the box from him. "i might still need some time, but i will happily try again." you smile, and michael smiles back.

tags: theres smut here, comfort, impreg, creampie, kissing, a lot of it, secret pregnancy

warnings: smut, impregnation

miss burnham had come back, and she practically refused to leave your side. being your main caretaker, she had heard everything that had happened whilst she was gone, and she wanted nothing but to comfort you. she had even brought you one of her hoodies to wear, which michael disliked as it wasn't his. luckily, miss burnham had warmed up to michael after hearing about how much he helped you, and tried to protect you. she treated him fairly, yet he didn't trust her niceness. "relax.." you mumble to him as miss burnham leaves to go get some food for you and michael.

"she cares about you too, i can tell." you smile softly, kissing his cheek. "i don't know.. she switched up so quickly." he replies, pulling you close to him. "because of how much you help me." you explain, but he's still a bit off put by her behaviour. you roll your eyes at his behaviour, giving his jaw a soft kiss as you rub his shoulders gently. "does she know about the plan..?" michael asks softly, "no. not yet... doctor addison is supposed to be telling her soon, though." you reply, one of your hands finding his hair as you gently pet his soft locks. michael hums softly, leaning his forehead against yours.

the door clicks open, and miss burnham steps into the room with a tray of plates, there's even one for her. "so, um. addison told me the plan." she starts as she closes the door. "honestly, despite the rules, i think it's great. i need to stop being protective of you one day." she chuckles, giving you a plate and leaving michael's on the bedside table for when he wanted his. "thank you.." you smile, leaning against michael as you ate. "michael, i honestly have no problem with you dating y/n just... treat them right." she sighs, eating a forkful of mac and cheese. michael glares at her, tightening his arm around you. "he does, don't worry." you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder to ease him as you ate. he gives your head a soft kiss as miss burnham hums softly. "alright... but if you do hurt them-." she starts, but you cut her off. "miss burnham, please trust me." you sigh, and she smiles. "alright, alright. fine. but you'll be in a lot of trouble if you hurt them." she states, and michael growls slightly.

you pat his arm softly, kissing his chest as he rubs your hip gently, urging to have him eat a bit of his food. "right, i've gotta go, it's passing curfew." miss burnham says as she takes your plate, checking with michael if he was done as well. he hands her his plate gladly, not wanting to eat much. you hum as you kiss michael's jaw softly once she leaves, closing the door behind her. he smiles, giving you a soft kiss. "so, the plan.." he mumbles, planting his hands either side of your lap as he leans over you to give you another kiss. your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer. falling back onto the bed, you let michael move over you, wrapping your legs around his hips. "please..?" you mumble, kissing his neck as he quickly removes your pants. you hum softly, shuffling to grind against him. michael hums softly, grabbing your hips to hold you in place as he suckles a hickey onto your neck.

you hum softly, grabbing his hands as he kisses the hickey. "michael, please..!" you try to roll your hips into him, and he chuckles. "alright, alright. fine." he grins, tugging himself out of his pants to gently rub your clit with his head. you make a small noise, thighs tightening around his hips. "please, i need you..!" you whimper as he continues to tease you. "yeah?" michael chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck as he pushes into your cunt slowly. "o-oh! michael!" you moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he buries himself into you. "fuck, you're so tight." he grunts, slowly pulling out as best he can with your legs wrapped around him. you moan as he pushes back into you suddenly, picking up the pace quickly.

michael fucks into you, grabbing your thighs and bending your legs up so your knees almost pressed against the bed. you cry at how deep he thrusted into you, your abdomen bobbing with each swift stroke. "fuck- you feel so good." michael groans, kissing the side of your leg softly. you arch your back, your hands squeezing his tightly as you flutter around him. pulling his hand from yours to rub small fast circles on your clit. "mike- oh!" you wail, fingernails digging into his shoulders. michael grins at your reaction, slowing his thrusts yet pushing just as hard. "aah! michael.. hold me..?" you ask shyly, making grabby hands at him. michael smiles, grabbing your hands and pulling you up into his lap instead. you sieze up, moaning at the new position as michael grabs your hips to help you ride him.

"ah! feels good!" you whine, cuddling close to him as he fills you up. "m-michael!" you gasp, cumming unexpectedly, your fluids dripping down his cock. michael hums, pleased with the way you squeezed his shaft tightly, it never failed to make him cum. "fuck- y/n!" he moans, filling you with his seed. unsatisfied with just cumming in you, he lays down with you, keeping your cunt stuffed with his dick. you hum happily, cuddling close to his chest. "tired?" he mumbles softly, kissing your head gently. "yeah.." you reply, resting a hand over your overfull stomach, gently grabbing the bulge his oozing tip made. michael groans softly, shuffling in you as you rub his tip lovingly. "awh, does that feel nice?" you tease with a tired smile. "stop.." he mumbles, face tinted red. "aw i'm sorry, baby." you grin, kissing his flustered face softly. "y/n.." he warns, letting you kiss him. "alright, alright. sorry, i just like seeing you flustered." you giggle, giving him another gentle kiss. michael only hums softly, pulling you closer to him. your hand stayed on your stomach, protectively, and michael's much larger one covers yours as he kisses your forehead.

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michael myers x reader - chapter 3: blood pill

when you're in your room, you feel tired and lonely. it's been a long afternoon with doctors running around to find a new carer for you while miss burnham went home to recover. most of all, you were terrified that michael was being treated unfairly. there were sick rumours of doctor loomis mistreating patients, but you'd have to wait and see.

tags: angst, morning sickness, pregnancy/pregnancy tests

warnings: forced abortion, vomiting, angst, crying, yandere themes

huge trigger warning for (forced) abortions this chapter, i want to go into how patients are treated by the hospital as this is set in the 1980's and people in mental hospitals were treated cruelly around that time (esp in the halloween franchise) if you can't read this chapter, that's completely fine! i hope you're doing well, drink plenty of water and eat three meals - rin <3

michael had been gone for 4 weeks now, and you felt terrified. when you woke up this morning, you started vomiting and found that you can't move too quickly as you'll grow nauseous. miss burnham had visited, and was on crutches, only to be sent home by the administrator of the hospital. you felt lonely, they still hadn't found a free nurse as the hospital was pretty full, causing most of the staff to be overworked and unable to fit you on a schedule. so, doctor addison took you in on his more light schedule, he was simply researching cotard syndrome, and had three patients under his care for therapy and interviews about how they felt and how they became the way they are today. so, when you got up, after checking michael's room for any sign of him, you headed to the rec room where one of doctor addison's patients sat. they were talking, and the poor girl was truly convinced she was a vampire, referring to herself as "the mistress of the dark." you believed her name was thelma, but you weren't sure as she was never interested in talking to you and you just left her be. "thank you for your time, miss howcroft. i shall leave you to your undead activities." doctor addison bows his head before heading over to you.

"good morning, y/n. you look a little rough." the doctor greets, and you huff. "mhm. i feel sick, just spent 5 minutes throwing up." you sigh, and doctor addison hums, beginning to scribble down notes on a new page. "tell me your symptoms?" he suggests, and you hum. "nauseous, just feeling generally ill. i feel like i'm going to throw up." you tell him, and he hums, writing down the information you gave him. "morning sickness?" he suggests, looking up at you. "pfft, yeah maybe." you sigh, grabbing a cup to fill up with water. "is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asks, and you choke on your drink. growing flustered, you stammer slightly, looking away from the man. "i'm guessing so from what i witnessed." he teases, nudging your side. "shut up..! i'm not pregnant." you huff, glancing at your stomach. "you could be, i'll get a test for you." he says, leaving the room.

you sigh, looking over at thelma who was staring at you. she makes a small noise as she realises she's been caught gawking, and you furrow your brows as she slinks away out of the room. you had noticed her wandering around curiously, sometimes spending her time with a burn victim. they seemed to get on pretty well, and you and doctor addison made a bet that they were secretly dating. when doctor addison returns, he hands you a thin box. "take this, and tell me the results asap." he smiles, pushing the box into your hands. "fine.. but i don't think i'm pregnant as morning sickness normally happens before this time." you note, but doctor addison corrects you. "no, morning sickness starts around the 4th to 6th week of pregnancy." he smiles, and you roll your eyes as you walk into the bathroom.

your heart dropped when you saw the results. you were pregnant. terrified of how the doctors would react, how miss burnham would react, but most importantly.. how would michael take it? would he be happy or would he ditch you? "fuck.." you whimper, tears streaking down your face. a few gentle knocks sound through the bathroom and you flinch. "y/n? are you done?" doctor addison calls through the door, and you whine as you open it up for him. "so..?" he asks softly, and you hand him the stick. "oh my... congratulations!" he smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug. you cry into his coat, and addison's smile drops as he rubs your back. "how will everyone react?" you whimper, and the blonde man sighs. "that i can't say, but we have to tell the board of your pregnancy. i'll leave it to you to tell mr. myers. come on, i'll take you to solitary to see him." he says, his british accent gentle and soothing. "thank you.. i'm scared but- i have to tell him at least." you sniffle, letting him lead you out of the room.

you've never been to solitary, as you normally stayed in your room or stowed away in the corner of the room. so seeing all the patients locked away and seemingly bored or distressed scared you. "is he okay?" you ask softly, and doctor addison shrugs. "i'm not sure.." he says softly, glancing at one of the more erratic patients in his cell. all of them were sound proof, inside and out, and were dark and cramped. "oh god.." you mumble, grabbing the doctors arm tightly for protection as you rest a hand over your stomach without realising. you get to michael's cell, and you see doctor loomis sat with him. michael spots you immediately, and his eyes brighten a little. you give him a small wave, upset at the bruises on his face and neck, desperate to get in there and hold him tightly. doctor addison gets his master key and unlocks a small panel on the door. "doctor loomis, i need to borrow mr myers." he says firmly as the older doctor turns. "ah, doctor addison. what a surprise." he grins, standing from his chair and turning his back to michael. "i'm just about done here. keep a close eye on him, he's deemed dangerous." doctor loomis says as he steps out.

you slip past the doctors and latch onto michael tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck, forgetting about his bruises. he doesn't seem to care as his shackled hands find your hips, holding you closer. "i've missed you.." you mumble, moving away to cup his face in your hands. "me too. are you alright?" he rasps, voice rough from lack of use. you nod slightly, leaning your forehead against his as you gently brush his hair with your fingers. "how peculiar. i've never seen anyone get a positive reaction out of him." doctor loomis notes, and addison hums. "they have a special bond, but we need to let them have a private conversation as i tell the board the situation." he says, closing the door to speak to loomis privately as well.

"are you alright?" you ask, still resting one of your hands on his cheek. "mhm. i'm fine." he replies, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you fully onto his lap. the two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you curl into his chest. "how long until you get out?" you ask after a while, and michael hums. "soon." he responds, kissing the top of your head. "can i tell you something..?" you continue, voice quiet. "of course." he says, tilting your chin with his finger so you would look at him. "i'm pregnant.." you announce, averting your gaze from his. michael smiles, the thought of you swelling with his child was so hot to him, a true marking, but the thought of having a kid annoyed him. he doesn't like kids... but he'd make an exception for you. "michael..?" you mumble, tears welling in your eyes.

"don't worry, i'm happy." he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours. you smile, kissing him softly. "thank you for not turning me away.." you sigh happily and michael rolls his eyes. "i would never. you're mine now, forever." he mumbles, resting his large hand on your stomach. you feel warm inside, and despite being terrified of the teen pregnancy, you felt happy that you weren't in this alone. the door opens abruptly, and you jump. "y/n, please come with me so we can talk." doctor loomis crosses his arms and you feel unsafe as you shuffle closer to michael. "talk to me here.." you say quietly, not willing to leave michael again, and he clearly feels the same way as he holds you tighter- this time being careful of your stomach. "fine. i'm assuming you've told him of your predicament." doctor loomis adjusts his glasses before continuing. "the board just won't allow a pregnancy between two patients, let alone between two 17 year olds." he continues as doctor addison looks away. "i'm sorry, but we're going to have to perform an abortion." the blonde sighs from where he stood. "what?! no!" you protest, draping your arms around your stomach protectively. "don't worry, y/n. it'll be over before you know it." doctor loomis smiles.

michael moves to stand, putting you down carefully and moving in front of you. "don't touch them." he says, voice rough as he speaks up. "i'm afraid you have no say in the matters, myers. hand them over." loomis says, folding his arms. "no." he furrows his brows, feeling you clutch the back of his shirt as you nuzzle into his back. "myers, this is crucial. let me take y/n to my operation room." loomis says sternly, taking a step closer. "over my dead body." he growls, and loomis simply smiles again. "we'll dig one hole." he shoots back, grabbing michael's wrist and stabbing a syringe into his vein. michael feels himself growing weaker slowly, but his urge to protect you- to protect his baby- is too much. tugging on his shackles, he tries to lunge for the doctor, but alas, he slumps to his knees as you gasp, moving to help him.

"now then, y/n. come with me please." loomis smiles at you, taking your arm into his hand to pull you from michael. "no! michael, help!" you yelp, trying to struggle. "enough, doctor loomis! you can't hold my patient like that." addison steps up, trying to pull you from the older doctor. "now now, addison. you don't want to get in trouble for stopping the process now, would you?" loomis teases, and you feel dizzy at how fast the doctor had pulled you. michael tries to grab you again, but he collapses fully onto the floor, unable to help you as you cry. eventually, a needle pricks your neck and you cry in pain before growing dizzy. "michael..!" you whimper as your world goes dark.

when you awaken, you're lay in your bed, snugly wrapped up in your blankets but something's wrong. you feel... empty. you can just tell that your baby was gone, and you start to sob. you cry for hours, feeling no motivation to get up to dry your tears or get some water for your dry throat. you just cry, clutching your stomach as you roll onto your side. your baby wasn't even a month into development, and they had stripped you of them. you barely got to experience pregnancy with michael, barely got to feel like a parent. your door clicks open, and you don't even react as you sob into your pillow. "y/n." a gruff voice starts, and you finally turn. michael moves over to your bed, and you scramble to hug him tightly. "they- they..!" you wail, and michael sighs as he holds you close to his chest.

michael didn't feel anything, but the sight of you mourning made him feel sick. he wanted revenge on the facility for making you feel like this, wanted to murder anyone who hurt you. "my baby..!" you cry, still clutching your tummy as he holds you. michael kisses your head softly, rubbing your belly for you. "it's okay. they won't get away with this. i'll make sure of it." he grumbles, a tinge of anger in his voice. "they killed my baby.." you whimper, hands coming up to grasp onto michael instead, his presence comforted you as you guessed he was feeling the same way. "it's alright.. i'll make sure they never hurt you again." michael states, laying down with you carefully as you settle with him, letting you cry yourself to sleep into his chest.

time passes, and doctor addison grants michael access to stay in your room whilst you mourn. he feels rage boiling his blood as he has to force you to eat, to drink, to shower, to take medication, to take care of yourself at all. they made you like this, and he was going to make them pay for every ounce of distress that filled your mind. currently, you were fast asleep against his chest, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep. michael can't sleep, and he doesn't mind staying awake until you feel better even if it kills him. you were his top priority, his obsession. he loved you deeply, and cared about what happened to you.

they had destroyed all progress you had made, you couldn't even get out of bed to go to therapy. michael gives you a small kiss on your forehead as you shuffle in your sleep slightly, your hands clutching his shirt tightly. tears are slipping from your closed eyes as you sleep, and michael gently rubs them away, leaning in again to kiss you softly. you relax slightly, but when he pulls away you whimper. "my baby..!" you cry despite being asleep. michael lets out a small breath as he rubs your back, fluttering soft kisses over your face so that you would settle again. "michael..?" you mumble, and he hums softly. "it's okay, i'm here." he says back, unsure if you're still sleeping or not.

you doze off again, content in your dream, still grasping his shirt tightly to keep him close. michael checks the time behind him, it was 3:41 am, time was going so slow. michael's throat was dry, and he can't fight the urge to go get water. slowly, he slips from your grip and gets up, unknown to the fact that despite unconscious you knew he left. as he gets a drink from the tap in the bathroom, you cry softly, curling in on yourself. your cries grow distressed as you lurch up, wide awake. "mike!" you yelp, hands trembling as you search for him. the other patient steps from the bathroom quickly, stalking over to grab you tightly. you settle with your head on his chest as he bundles you up into his arms. "it's okay.." he mumbles as your tears wet his shirt. "why did they do this to me..?" you cry, looping your arms under his to pull him closer. "because they don't care about anyone in this hospital." michael's reply is sour, and he moves back to the bed with you.

you sniffle as he lays you down, and you make grabby hands at him. chuckling, michael joins you and wraps you both up in the covers. "thank you for being here.." you mumble, nuzzling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle. "mhm, i love you." he smiles, kissing your head softly. "i.. i love you too." you reply softly, smiling brightly. after a few moments of silence, michael assumes you've fallen asleep but your small voice mumbles his name. "hm?" he looks down at you. "if we get the chance, would you like to have kids?" you ask softly, and michael is slightly taken aback. "in here or when we get out?" he questions back and you shrug. "either." you mumble, and michael thinks. "absolutely. i'll do anything for you." he says softly, "besides, the thought of you being full of my kids is hot as fuck." he adds teasingly, enjoying how you fluster. "thank you.." you mumble to the first part as he gives you a soft kiss.

michael pulls your leg over his hips and you hum, happily shuffling closer to him. "you're so cute.." michael whispers as you settle on him. "stop." you whine, hiding your smile. "mm, no." he teases, lifting your head to give you a soft kiss. three soft knocks interrupt your moment, and you sit up. "it's almost 4 am, who..?" you trail off as michael gets up, gesturing for you to stay put. slowly, michael peels the door open and is surprised to see doctor addison standing there. "may i come in?" he asks softly, and michael looks back to you. you seem uncomfortable, yet nod, so michael lets him in. "i just want to apologise.. i shouldn't of told them, i just... my research means anything to me and if i slip up it will mean nothing." he explains, and michael hides you protectively behind him.

you sniffle slightly, leaning against michael's shoulder. "however, if anything were to reoccur... i promise i won't tell as long as i can keep doing my research." he says, placing another pregnancy test on your bedside table. you eye it curiously, and despite feeling a lot of pain you know it's always possible to try again. "thank you.." you mumble, circling your arms fully around michael as he continues to watch the doctor's every move. "i hope you can find it in you to forgive me, y/n.. i think miss burnham is coming back soon so hopefully you both can do art therapy again." he smiles, leaving the room after bidding farewell.

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DEADLY OBSESSION

michael myers x reader - chapter two: free hostage

three sharp knocks on the door can be heard, and michael lazily looks back over. doctor loomis is standing there, and he looks furious, but michael will stand his ground for you.

tags: fast relationships bc michael is not patient at all, forbidden love, smut, public sex (kinda), fingering, degrading, michael talks more in this one bc he wants you to trust him <3

warnings: yandere themes, exhibition, violence, ptsd themes, nightmares, tazers/gun-like objects

michael stayed up despite his lazy blinks, being tired doesn't bother him. doctor loomis was sat in the room, still trying to get to you, and through michael. "they need to be in their own room, with their nurse, michael. they need to leave." the doctor says calmly, and michael blinks again at the doctor. "we need to take y/n away, you can see each other during your free period." he tries, but michael simply moves, ignoring his doctor as he turns his attention to you. you're sleeping soundly next to him, lips parted slightly as you dreamed, eyelids twitching slightly with each moment. "michael. you have to let y/n leave." loomis crosses his arms and michael shoots a glare at the older male. loomis sighs, getting up. "don't make us sedate you, michael." he warns, stepping closer to the bed carefully. the guards at the door are ready, but michael pays them no mind. "let me take them to their room." he says, gesturing to your sleeping form.

michael tenses as the doctor eases forward, reaching for you carefully. snatching the doctor's wrist is all it took, the guards rush in for loomis's safety, grabbing michael and restraining him as he tries to protect you. a needle pricks his neck and he grunts softly, reaching to pull you from loomis's grasp. you stirred, becoming discontent. michael pushes the guards off, lurching after loomis. your whimpers drive him, yet before he can reach you, he falls to his knees. "y/n!" he rasps, still trying to get to you. the guards push the brunette down, and he grunts as his eyes droop.

you wake up suddenly to miss burnham stroking your cheek softly. you move away from her, catching your breath as you recover from the nightmare. "where's michael?" you ask, searching for him. "are you alright? he didn't hurt you did he?" miss burnham asks, and you furrow your brows. "michael? no!" you shake your head. "there's bruises on your neck, are you sure?" miss burnham says, gesturing to the hickeys. your cheeks heat up as you avert her gaze. "he didn't attack me! we're friends..." you say, unsure of what status michael would give whatever was happening between you both. "hm.. alright..." miss burnham sighs, handing you your medicine. "thanks.. is michael okay?" you ask, and she nods. "he will be, they had to sedate him to keep him away from you." miss burnham replies, and you look at her with shock. "what?! is he alright?" you move to get up, trying to peer into michael's room through your window.

"yes, yes. he's fine. calm down." she rests her hand on your shoulder briefly, letting you pull away. "i wasn't a hostage, why would you sedate him?" you ask, seemingly angry now. miss burnham is taken aback. "because of safety reasons, y/n. he's high security, and you need to be in your own room." miss burnham crosses her arms. "fine." you huff, looking back out the window. "what's on my schedule?" you ask softly, spotting michael as he gets up groggily. he finds your eyes immediately and you smile at him, giving him a small wave. michael doesn't get to respond as miss burnham pulls you away from the window. "come on, first is breakfast." she says, guiding you out the door. "can i sit with michael?" you ask, and miss burnham lets out an exasperated sigh. "if that's what you want." she says softly, letting you grab food and sit at your usual table as she walks off to talk to the guards.

you spot michael walking into the cafeteria, and give him a small smile. instead of getting food, he sits in front of you, much to miss burnham's dismay. "hey, what happened?" you ask softly, glancing at miss burnham as she spoke to someone. michael doesn't answer for a moment, and you look back at him. "michael?" you tilt your head slightly, and michael smiles a bit. "you feeling okay?" he asks, deep voice rough with no use. "yeah, i'm fine." you smile, "i heard you got sedated.. what happened?" you question, glancing at miss burnham once more. "nothing. they took you out of my room. that's it." michael shrugs, but you look unsure. "are you sure? sedation sounds like it sucks." you say softly, and michael's feelings grow with the concerned look in your eye. "i'm fine." he nods, and you sigh. "if you say so.." you mumble, letting michael steal a bit of your water. "so um... about what happened yesterday..." you start awkwardly, and michael stares at you expectingly. "uh.. what is.. this?" you gesture between the two of you, and michael blinks at you. "what do you want?" he asks carefully, and you think for a second. "i.. don't know. i mean we met yesterday, but.. we- y'know." you laugh sheepishly, glancing at michael. "mhm."

"i mean.. to me, you're mine and mine only. got it?" michael says firmly, and you look back at him. "uh.. are you sure? i mean, we just met shouldn't we wait-?" you stammer slightly, face heating up. "i don't care." michael deadpans, and you huff out another small laugh. "okay.." you smile, remembering that this is in fact a mental hospital, and that michael thoughts were different to yours. "that's okay. i mean, we did have sex.." you shrug, craving the feeling of being a teenager again. "mhm." michael's smile is small, yet it's still there.

miss burnham approaches you carefully, glancing at michael. "um, y/n. it's your free period, wanna go watch a movie?" she smiles, and it's so painfully forced. you look up at your nurse with a smile. "uh, sure..! i'll be there in a second." you shrug, and miss burnham hums uneasily. "okay..!" she smiles, walking back to the door. "so, do you have a schedule yet?" you ask, and michael shakes his head. "comes in on friday but i have appointments with loomis everyday at 19:00." he shrugs. "okay.. maybe we can get away with you coming with me." you grin, offering him your hand as you get up. "we can try." michael shrugs, grabbing your hand tightly as he follows you. "uhm. y/n i don't know if he can come-..." miss burnham starts, wanting to pull you from the other patient. "but he doesn't have a schedule and he needs to settle in!" you protest, and the nurse sighs.

"fine. but you're under close watch." she says, leading the two of you to the rec room. mr addison greets you, and you smile softly, much to michael's jealousy. "what you feeling today? lady and the tramp?" he asks, and you hum. "okay." you smile, letting michael pull you from the doctor slightly. "ah, you're new here aren't you." doctor addison smiles, but receives no response. "he's not really talkative." you wave the doctor off, and he hums. "i see. that's fine." he smiles, not catching michael's glare as he lets you two go settle.

you sit on the couch, kicking your legs up as you lean against michael's side, ignoring miss burnham's shocked look. "so, do you have a favorite genre of movies?" you ask, looking up at michael. "horror, easy." he smiles, looking back at you. "oh my god, i love horror but we can't have it here." you reply, smiling. "shame, nothing beats horror." michael shrugs, not even watching the movie. "mhm, i have to say that nightmare before elm street is by far the best one i've seen so far." you say, and michael hums with a nod. "it is good, but consider the hills have eyes." he replies, and you let out a small "ahh!"

"a man of culture." you giggle, letting him drape an arm over you as miss burnham sits on another chair. "so, what're we watching?" she asks softly, glancing at michael. "lady and the tramp." you reply with a shrug as michael regresses into silence. "uhm.. y/n, may i ask you something in private before the movie starts." she gestures to the door. "um, sure?" you look at michael who lets you go reluctantly. she stands by the door with you, and mumbles to you softly. "what's going on with you two? you never let anyone touch you but he's special?" she crosses her arms, clearly suspicious of you and michael. "oh, um... it's just nice to have someone my own age around. no offence." you smile nervously, wanting to go sit down again. "hmm.. okay. but, i have to let you know that relationships are in fact prohibited in this facility." she says firmly. "i know." you nod, moving back to the couch as miss burnham sighs.

you join michael once more, letting him wrap you up in his arms, pulling you onto his lap. "you alright?" he asks quietly. "mhm. just peachy." you sigh, resting your head on his chest and trying to ignore miss burnham's look. "she giving you trouble?" he nods towards your nurse, and you sniffle slightly. "kinda, but it's okay. i'll tell you later." you say softly, not seeing michael's glares as he holds you tighter. "don't worry, she won't bother you soon enough." michael replies, practically hiding you from the staff. "she's just protective, we've been through a lot together." you mumble, wiping your eye with the ball of your palm. michael lets out a small breath at your emotional state, cradling you closer and going to kiss the top of your head. "wait, not while she's watching." you whisper, stopping michael. "why?" he furrows his brows, "because she's already suspicious of us, and romantic stuff isn't allowed here." you look at him.

"hm. i see. i'll get you later though." he teases slightly, and you giggle slightly. "c'mon, watch your movie." he says, moving one of his arms to rest behind his head. you're sitting sideways on his lap, so you could rest on him and watch the tv to avoid too much suspicion. miss burnham didn't like the position the two of you sat in, but you seemed happy, and any progress was good progress in her eyes. "this movie is so... sappy." michael mumbles to you, and you hum. "it's a classic, but nothing beats horror to he honest." you shrug. "mhm." michael agrees, his hand resting on your hip and gently stroking your thigh. "michael, she's gonna get suspicious." you say, grasping his shirt as you look up at him. "they can't stop us." he shrugs, and you fluster at his smile.

you, rest your head against him as his hand continues to caress your thigh softly, his other hand slipping between your legs. "mike-" you whisper, tensing slightly. "sh, they can only see your back so be quiet and stay still." he mumbles, acting nonchalant as his fingers rub your slit through your pants. your breath hitches as you nuzzle into his chest, fingers tightening on his shirt as he teases your clit. you let out a soft hum, voice wavering as you try to stop yourself. "shh. you don't wanna get caught do you?" michael smiles, and you whimper quietly when his hand slips into your pants.

your breathing continues to hitch as his fingertips rub fast circles on your clit, and you have to hide a small moan in his shirt. "you're such a slut, letting me do this to you." michael whispers into your ear, and you whine. "are you gonna be good for me and stay quiet or do i have to stop?" he asks, giving your clit a harsh pinch. you almost gasp at the sensation, resting your hand over michael's larger one as he continues to abuse your bud. "good slut." he whispers, "stay quiet and you can cum." he continues, eyes flickering to the screen as if he wasn't jerking you off with two members of staff in the room.

"michael please, i need more." you beg quietly, trying not to roll your hips into his hand as he chuckles softly. "such a whore for me already?" he teases, one of his fingers slipping down to your wet hole. you swallow a moan as he pushes his finger in, thumb still rubbing your clit as he curls his middle finger up into your g-spot by accident. you gasp this time, catching the attention of miss burnham. "sh." michael hisses into your ear, slowing his movements down to avoid being caught. you hum slightly, tightening your hand over his. miss burnham is still watching, you can feel it. "michael, maybe we should do this later." you mumble, looking back to the screen. "you sure?" he asks softly as he pinches your clit again just to watch you squirm.

"mmmaybe.." you arch your back, but pull it off as you just stretching before settling back. "just make it quick." you whisper, and michael instantly turns up the speed. "fuck.." you whisper, eyes fluttering closed as two more fingers slip into you whilst his thumb continues to stimulate your clit. "mm.. gonna- gonna cum soon." you whisper, grabbing his arm as his fingers roll into you, carefully so your wetness didn't make any noise. "good, cum on my fingers for me." michael replies, not even looking at you as you press your head against his collarbone. "come on, cum on my fingers like the slut you are." he prompts, and you whine as quietly as you can. "don't stop i'm so close." you try to keep quiet, biting michael's collarbone harshly as he continues to fuck you with his digits. "be a good slut and cum." he demands into your ear, and you seize up, effectively stopping his fingers as he slows his thumb down to let you ride out your high.

"fuck- that felt good.." you admit shyly, and michael chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your lips. "quick, before they see." he whispers, and you take his fingers into your mouth, suckling your cum off of them. "good slut." he teases, pulling his fingers from you to wipe off your spit on his pants. "shh." you gently slap his chest, letting him coddle you close. he chuckles slightly, not trying to stay quiet anymore since your activities ended. "get some rest, you look tired." he says softly, and you hum. "don't let me sleep too long." you say, nuzzling close before dozing off. michael looks at miss burnham, who was still staring at him. eventually, she looks away, watching the film. michael looks back to you, an adoring look in his eye as he rubs your back to soothe you into a deep sleep.

time passes slowly, and michael notices your small shuffles first. your brows are furrowed and your hands grasp the fabric of his shirt tightly as you make a small noise. at first, he didn't know what was going on, but it hit him quickly. you were having a nightmare. you hum, mumbling his name softly as you writhe slightly on his lap. "y/n, wake up." michael whispers, shaking you slightly. "mm... michael?!" you whimper, tears catching on your eyelashes. he shakes you awake quickly, hushing you. "sorry.." you sigh, sniffling. "it's alright. it happens." he says softly, tightening his hold on you. "tell me about it?" he suggests, and you shake your head. "no, i'll be alright." you huff slightly, and michael doesn't take that as an answer. "you said my name." he shrugs, and you fluster. "sorry..." you reply. "tell me what happened." he demands now, and you sigh. "it's nothing, michael, honestly." you protest, listening to his heartbeat. "tell me." he whispers, tangling his fingers with yours.

"it was... bad." you start, and michael stays quiet so you could continue. "doctor loomis was there... and he.. it was." you stammer slightly, closing your eyes with grimace. "he was kinda like... torturing you.." you breathe out, and michael hums. "that'll never happen." he says, trying to sound correct so you didn't worry when the truth was: he had no control in this hospital, and that... that terrified him. yet he couldn't worry his new darling. "i know but... it was so... surreal." you mumble, letting him squeeze your hand tightly. when you'd look back over to the tv, you saw that the movie was reaching it's climax. "i have to see what's next on my schedule..." you sigh, looking over at miss burnham who was reading a book she found nearby. you get up from michael's lap, and he follows you. "miss burnham, what's next on my schedule?" you smile at her, and she looks up and smiles back. "let me check." she says, pulling out the paper. "hmm.. aha! art therapy." she smiles, and you nod. "can-?" you can't even finish your sentence. "fine, he can come." she huffs, giving doctor addison a look. "thank you!" you chirp, leading michael to the yellow room.

"he seems to be a good influence on them." doctor addison notes, and miss burnham sighs. "mhm. i just hope there's nothing romantic going on, he is high security and i don't want them getting in trouble." she replies as the doctor approaches her. "it'll be fine. we can keep an eye on them." the doctor smiles, and miss burnham nods before leaving to follow the two of you.

"so, art therapy is quite fun for me because i get to draw what i like, how i'm feeling or what i can remember." you explain, and michael hums softly as you grab your sketchbook. "check it out, pretty neat stuff huh?" you smile, letting michael see some drawings. he hums once more, this time seemingly impressed. "good work." he offers you a small smile, handing it back to you. you grin, leading him over to your table, past doctor piers who greets you loudly. "god, who's that?" michael mumbles to you, and you sigh. "doctor piers, he's very... loud." you reply, sitting michael down in miss burnham's usual seat. "she won't mind if you sit here." you smile, kissing his cheek without thinking. michael smiles slightly as you walk away quickly to grab some art supplies, embarrassed with yourself. doctor piers approaches him, leaning on the table. "i saw that.. but i'll let it slide. it's nice to see happiness here." the bright doctor smiles, and michael huffs as he doesn't even look at the man. "not talkative huh? let me ask, do you like art?" piers continues, not catching the hint. you come back over, resting your hand on michael's shoulder to ease him from the awkward one-sided conversation.

"right... i'll leave you two to it." piers winks, walking off to his desk as miss burnham approaches. "would you like to make something, michael?" she smiles, and michael shrugs. "he can borrow a page out of my sketchbook if he wants to draw." you say, sitting down as you place your pencils down. "i'll watch." he mumbles to you, tangling his hand with what was luckily your non-dominant hand as you prepare a new page. "alright, let me know if you want to talk about any memories or anything." miss burnham smiles, sitting down and finishing her own colouring pages. michael leans against you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you sketch. "can you draw a clown?" he asks softly, his breath tickling your neck. "sure." you brush your thumb idly over his knuckles as you begin adding clown makeup to the person's features. "nice." he huffs out a laugh, lips brushing against your neck slightly. "she's right there." you whisper as quietly as you can to michael who simply shrugs. "oh well.." he mumbles, still watching you draw.

"i like watching you draw." michael says softly, "thanks. your company is nice." you reply, leaning your head against his. "wanna colour him?" you ask softy, pushing your sketchbook to michael. "uh, okay." you laugh at his unsureness. "we can pick the colours, i'm thinking yellow for his ruffle collar." you say, gently tapping the drawing. "mhm, that would look good." michael agrees, catching miss burnham's affectionate gaze that was mainly focused on you. "what about his makeup? i think red for the eyes and blue for his mouth?" you suggest and michael immediately agrees. "okay, i'll let you do it." you smile, pushing the coloured pencils to him. "okay.." he hums, taking the red pencil from the box.

you watch him trace the lines carefully before colouring it in carefully, trying not to mess up your work. it was cute to see him trying for you. "that looks great." you smile, handing him the blue pencil when he was finished with the eye makeup. "do you like clowns?" you ask softly, and michael nods. "yeah, they were always my costume for halloween." he chuckles, and you smile. "that sounds nice, i was always covered in spooky makeup instead." you laugh at the memory. michael breathes out his own laugh through his nose. you look up at miss burnham who isn't paying attention, so you shyly rested your head on michael's shoulder. he hums softly, glancing at you as he continues to colour your drawing.

"you feeling alright?" he asks quietly, and you nod against him. "i'm fine." you hum, starting to sketch something else. michael watches you as he finishes the colours on the clown, adjusting his grip on your hand slightly. you continue to gently brush his knuckles with your thumb as you sketch away, letting michael doodle in the corner with a red pencil. miss burnham gets up, patting your head gently, "art therapy is almost over, make sure nothing's left out." she says to you, moving over to doctor piers. you hum softy as she leaves, pressing slightly closer to michael as he finishes his doodle. it was a knife, and you can't help but giggle. "nice knife." you joke. "thanks." he chuckles, and you feel fuzzy inside. "come on then, i'm gonna get this all put away." you smile, standing up as you manage to slip your hand from his grip.

michael sighs, getting up to help you. miss burnham seems stressed about something, resting her palm against her forehead as she sighs. you stare for a little while longer until michael moves up against your back. "come on, let's sneak off.." he suggests, pulling you away from the two adults. you shudder at his voice, putting your sketchbook away and following him out the door. the two of you track back to doctor addison's office, and michael locks the door this time.

you smile up at him, letting him pull you close and kiss you. whimpering into his mouth, you cup his face as he backs you up against the desk. hopping up onto the desk, you let michael pull your legs around him. you hum softly, letting him grind into you. "raise your hips." he instructs, and you oblige, letting him pull your pants off. "fuck- you look so good." he mumbles, giving you another kiss as he tugs down his own pants past his hips. pressing his tip into your hole makes you moan as you lay back onto the desktop. "mm- please, please give me more-!" you beg, breath hitching as he begins thrusting. michael grunts as you squeeze around him, fucking deep into you as he leans down onto you to kiss you.

"ah- michael!" you yelp, grabbing his arms as you moan. michael hushes you, pushing your shirt up to suckle dark marks onto your tits. one of your hands find his hair as his mouth finds your nipple. you whimper, your other hand moving from his arm to rub your clit. michael's hand comes up to your throat, and you hum softly, letting him give it an experimental squeeze. instead of letting him choke you, you grab his hand, tangling your fingers with his. michael makes a small noise as you twitch around him, pinning your hand next to your head. "fuck-" he grunts, other hand finding your hip to stop you from sliding up the desk. "mm! michael!" you pant, fingers moving in fast circles over your clit, bringing you closer to your climax.

"come on, i know you're close." michael says gruffly, and you writhe under him, tightening your legs around his waist so he couldn't pull all the way out- forcing him into small yet fast thrusts. "fuck.." michael grunts, his grip on your hip bruising as he pulls you closer. he adored every little "ah" you'd let out as he fucks into you, craving more. what truly catches him off guard is the way your hand comes up to rest on his face lovingly, your other hand squeezing his tightly as you cum on his dick. your thighs spasm as you moan out his name, and michael cums too, filling you up. a few bangs on the door make you jump, and you sit up and see miss burnham and doctor addison. your nurse looks pissed, but doctor addison doesn't seem to mind all that much. "unlock the door, y/n!" she yells as you scramble to pull your pants up, michael doing the same with less worry.

"sorry miss burnham!" you reply, but she doesn't seem pleased. "come here, now!" she snaps, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. doctor addison whispers something to her that you can't hear through the door. michael brings your attention back to the room you're in by grabbing your hand tightly as he unlocks the door. as soon as the click is heard, miss burnham storms in, trying to snatch you from michael. "let go of them! you're taking advantage of their vulnerability, aren't you?!" she screeches, managing to pull you from michael's grasp and hiding you behind her. "it's not like that!" you struggle as doctor addison walks in. "now now, nurse burnham. go easy on them, teens tend to do this. you were a teenager once, weren't you?" he quirks a brow, clearly amused by the situation. "oh hush, doctor. relationships are strictly forbidden in the hospital, everyone knows that." she hisses, moving you out the door.

michael isn't pleased at all, his darling was being swept away and that made his blood boil. before you can be dragged far, michael storms after you, grabbing miss burnham's hair to shove her into the wall. she wails and falls over, ankle rolling painfully in her heels. "michael, no!" you yelp, grabbing his arm tightly to prevent him from doing anything. "don't hurt her!" you beg desperately, and michael deflates slightly, wrapping you up in his arms. "i'm sorry." he whispers, kissing the top of your head as he cradles you close. "i didn't mean to scare you." he says softly as you clutch him tightly. "miss burnham, are you okay?" you ask pulling away from michael slightly. "no! get away from him!" she demands, mascara running down her pretty face as her ankle swells. doctor addison is trying to aid her as security approach the scene. michael wants to pull you away, you can tell, but you stand your ground incase he gets into anymore trouble.

"freeze!" the man yells, pulling out a tazer. you whimper at the gun like object, memories flooding back to you. michael's hold grounds you as he hides you from the guards by pushing you up against his chest, fingers gently stroking your scalp to try and soothe you as your breathing picks up and tears drip down your face. "step away from them and put your hands up!" he demands, but michael stands his ground. "i said-!" the guard squeezes the trigger, and michael doesn't even flinch as he focuses on protecting you.

"well well, causing trouble again, mr myers?" the voice of doctor loomis steps over to the scene, his clean shoes clacking against the laminate floors. michael narrows his eyes at the man, moving away with you slightly. "c'mon, hand your little partner over and solitary won't be as bad." he says, and you look up at michael. "just go with them, i'll be in my room when you come back." you smile up at him weakly through your tears, and he seems unsure. "go on, go. i don't want you getting hurt... i promise we can see each other when you're free." you say, ushering him away. reluctantly, michael goes with doctor loomis and you sit next to miss burnham, giving her a tight hug. "i'm so sorry.." you whimper as she hugs you back. "are you alright?" she asks when you pull away, cupping your face in her hands. you nod slightly with a sniffle, helping her up and letting her lean on you as doctor addison stands. "it's probably broken, which means you'll be out of commission for a little while." he suggests, sighing. "what?! but who will take care of y/n?" her eyes widen as you help her to the staff infirmary of the hospital.

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DEADLY OBSESSION

michael myers x reader - chapter one: new neighbours

you've been in the haddonfield memorial hospital for what felt like forever with ptsd from a robbery gone wrong when a new patient gets thrown in next to you. he's quiet, perfect company if it weren't for the high security around him.

tags: medication, hospital settings, this is before michael gets out of the hospital, orphan! reader btw, it's spoken about more in detail in the fic, michael being a mute for a while, he does speak in this tho, smut, first times, michael being inexperienced, creampie, biting/marking, big dick michael energy, hymen ripping btw

warnings: ptsd themes, therapy, mentions of murder and depression, eventual smut, loss of virginity, mild blood, slight breeding kink on michael's end

a quick note!

if anything related to the ptsd the reader experiences is incorrect/wrong please let me know so i can correct it and learn! i am researching this so i can to write it with the accuracy it deserves<3

three sharp knocks wake you from your nightmare, you sigh at the sight of the ceiling of your hospital room. bland, the room is so incredibly bland. "y/n, medication time!" the nurse that takes main care for you chirps happily through the door, and you let out a wheeze as you sit up and pull on a shirt. "coming." you say, voice monotone and small. opening the door, you see the nurse with a tray, but what does capture your eye is the guards standing by a door nearby. "miss burnham, what's going on there?" you quirk a brow, taking your sertraline from miss burnham as well as the glass of water. "oh it's just a new patient, don't worry." the nurse brushes your question off with a kind smile as she takes the now empty glass back. "come on, breakfast then art therapy!" she beams, gesturing for you to follow her. you glance at the door again, before leaving with miss burnham.

breakfast is bland too, no sugar in the porridge, no fruit, no juice. it's so distastefully bland that you want to push it away but you don't want to get told off for not eating by mrs finch who was the more strict nurse that worked on supervision in the more social places, most of the time anyway. miss burnham sits across from you, reading over your schedule from her clipboard. "so, after art therapy is your free period, what do you want to do then?" she asks, looking up at you. "can we watch a movie with the others?" you ask softly, and miss burnham's eyes brighten. "you want to socialise today?" she beams and you sigh, taking a sip of water. "sure." you say softly, glancing around the cafeteria. "that's amazing, that will make outstanding progress!" she smiles, resting her cold hand on yours but pulls away when you flinch. "sorry, i forget." she says softly, but you sigh. "it's alright." you say, spotting a scruffy teen who looked to be the same age as you being directed to an empty table.

miss burnham hums and turns to see what you're looking at. "oh, that's mr myers, he's your new neighbour." she says when she turns back to you. "he looks interesting." you say, observing the cuffs on his wrist. myers plops down at the table, ignoring the bowl they put in front of him. "hmm, stay away from him. he seems to be under high security." miss burnham says, turning back to look at myers. the boy's eyes flicker to yours and your breath hitches, a sense of mild panic rising in your throat. "if you're done, we can go to the yellow room to do some painting with doctor piers." burnham says softly, pulling your attention back to her. "sure.." you mumble, and follow her out the door, past myers who watches you the whole way.

doctor piers is a happy man who greets you loudly. you don't like his suffocating energy, so miss burnham sits you down in your quiet corner and gives you your sketchbook. you sit quietly and draw things from your childhood, things that make you happy, all while miss burnham actually colours in a colouring page with the pencils you use. you felt peaceful with her by your side, she was like your big sister considering she was close to your age. "ooh, i like him." miss burnham smiles, tapping her nail next to the rough sketch of snufkin from the moomins. "thanks..." you reply quietly, letting the nurse push the pencils to you so you can colour him in.

for once, you don't feel alone... don't feel isolated with your thoughts and bad memories. miss burnham is your safe place, your new family. "so, y/n. are you interested in anyone in particular that you want to befriend?" miss burnham asks, the scratching of her pencil on paper stopping as she leans forward as if the two of you were gossiping about crushes. "not really... just think it's good to try and ease myself back into being around people other than you." you shrug, putting the green pencil down to pick up a yellow one. "that's still good. do you want to try and finish the drawing of him." she asks, flipping the page carefully to the recreation of that fateful night. your breath hitches as you stare at the charcoal drawing of the man standing over your mother. "what else do you remember, if there's anything else?" burnham asks, watching you carefully.

it comes back in waves, it was supposed to be a robbery, your family was in the wrong place at the wrong time, the blood spatter, the ornament that was used as a weapon dripping with the red substance. tears fill your eyes as you let out a shuddery breath. "no." you say firmly, wanting to push the book away. "are you sure, you haven't drawn any facial features for him.. it will help the investigation a lot." your nurse reminds you, and your hand tightens on the pencil. "i don't want to!" you snap, getting up abruptly, chair screeching back. "okay, okay. deep breaths." burnham stands too, fighting the urge to gently rub your arm soothingly. "i don't want to think about it." you hiss, storming off. nurse burnham calls after you, and doctor piers looks up to see you making a run for it. "y/n, wait!" he tries, but you swerve him and run out the door.

nurse burnham can't keep up in her high heels, and you outrun her easily, making your way to your room after losing her. you're alone again, and you catch sight of myers, sat in his room just as alone as you are. the guard is talking to doctor loomis, a man who gives you the creeps. seeing an opportunity to get past, you slip into your room quickly, once again isolating yourself. in his own room, michael had spotted you through the glass on his door, and he walks up, peering into your room as best he can. "hey! back up, myers." the guard bangs his door, now without loomis's presence, but michael doesn't move. he's unfazed by the guard's aggressive nature. the noise spooked you, you looked like a deer in headlights as you stare back at him.

you seem... disturbed by something, and that upsets michael. the feeling in his chest, to grab you and hide you from the world grows at the look in your eye. michael's hand finds the door, and he yoinks it open once the guard unlocked it in an attempt to push him back into his cell. "hey! what're you-?" he cuts the guard off, knocking the man out easily. his body hits the floor as michael opens your door easily. you gasp, back hitting the corner of your wall as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. "please, don't hurt me! i didn't do anything!" you yell, and michael shakes his head as he closes your door. "leave me alone." you repeat the three words like a prayer, voice quieter as your hands grip your hair with stress. "i'm not going to hurt you." michael rasps painfully, shocked at how deep his voice had gotten in comparison to the last time he spoke.

his words don't seem to get through to you, and he grows mildly annoyed. eventually, michael sits next to you and pulls you into a tight hug, hoping it would help as he had no idea what to do. you yelp in surprise, breathing slowing with confusion as you look up at the brunette with furrowed brows. "i-.. what..?" you stumble for words, but michael doesn't say anything, his empty eyes observing you. "thank you..." you mumble, once you calm down, and michael nods. "what's your name..?" you ask quietly, and michael continues to stare before answering.

"michael." he rasps, pointing at himself. "nice to meet you, michael. i'm y/n." you reply, eyes averting from his anxiously. michael sits with you as you start thinking. more intrusive thoughts break in, and you can't help the small whimper that escapes you as you rub your forehead. michael tilts his head, observing you. "sorry... it's just..." you sigh trying to find an explanation that didn't include what you thought of. "do you ever get intrusive thoughts?" you ask, finally looking at michael. the other teen nods, and you deflate with relief, he'd understand you. "they suck, don't they?" you chuckle half-heartedly, and michael shrugs. "oh, do they not bother you as much?"

he doesn't reply, and you nod slightly. "want me to show you around? i need to take my mind of things." you suggest, getting up and looking at the boy on your floor. michael seems to think for a moment before nodding and following you. you step over the guard carefully, and gesture for michael to follow you. the click-clacking of heels makes you grab the other teen's hand as you pull him around a corner. "shh! they'll be looking for me." you can't help but smile at the make-shift game of cat and mouse. it's been a while since you got to play games. michael blinks at you, letting you lead him around. "this is the rec room, it's the best room here. if you have a free period this is the best place to go. they let you watch anything they have." you smile, creaking the door open carefully.

doctor addison spots you and rushes over. "nurse burnham is looking for you." he whisper yells and you nod. "i'm showing the new guy around so shh!" you say, putting a finger up to your mouth. "it's good to see you getting out of your comfort zone. if i see her i'll tell her you're helping doctor loomis." he winks, and you smile slightly. "thanks addison." you say, pulling michael away from the room. "who's that?" michael's deep voice makes you jump. "oh, doctor addison? he's so cool, he'll give you snacks for after hours." you smile up at him, and michael notes the personality of the doctor. easy target to begin with. "you've seen the cafeteria so let's go to the gardens next." you say, peering around a corner carefully before ducking back, your back bumping into michael's chest. "my nurse is coming, quick, we can hide in here!" you whisper yell, pulling michael into doctor addison's office.

you close the door carefully, and michael observes the room. the decor is very vintage yet comfy, it suits the doctor quite well. you press your ear to the door carefully, listening as miss burnham speaks to doctor addison. you gasp as michael pulls you from the door, hand grasping your wrist. "are you alright?" you ask carefully, looking up at the brunette who didn't seem bothered. he shrugs, simply holding you near to him. your presence stirred something in him, and he didn't know if he should kill you or hold you closer. michael spots a candle stick, and his eyes dart from it to you.

michael lets out a silent breath as he decides on the latter, tugging you into his chest. your breath hitches as you hit his large frame, and your eyes come back to him. craning his head down, michael buries his face into the crook of your neck. you make a small noise, unsure of what to do as he takes in your scent. "uh... michael?" you furrow your brows, hands raised awkwardly as you didn't know where to put them. "shh." he hushes you, hands finding your hips. "what are you-?" your question is cut off by his lips grazing your neck, and it all clicks into place.

your body froze up, michael made a silent note of this. "i- uh.." you stammer as he continues to kiss your neck. "fuck, michael. we shouldn't do this." you say softly, glancing to the door. michael hushes you as his teeth nip your skin, he was testing the waters with you. your knees felt weak as your eyes fluttered shut. it had been so long since you had got to do anything like this, since you got to feel like a teenager. your hand find's michael's fluffy hair as you move his head closer to you.

taking the small success, michael sinks his teeth into your neck fully. the feelings in his chest explode as he finally marks you, suckling the dark bruise onto your skin. you whimper at the feeling, your other hand resting on his chest. eventually, his lips move again, and they find your jaw. you hum, letting him press closer to you as his lips kiss up your your own. when your lips meet, michael's inexperience really shows, he doesn't really know what to do so you take the lead.

eventually, his lips copy your movement as his hands tighten on your hips. you hum into his mouth, fingers gently stroking his scalp as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. it felt right, and you didn't know why. eventually, when michael pulls away, you gaze into his eyes and notice the scar over his right one. "oh, what happened?" you ask, fingertips gently grazing over the scar on his eyes. upon closer look, his iris was paler than the other, and you guessed his vision was poor from the one eye. you're not able to get a closer look as michael kisses you again. you hands cup his face as you melt into him, lips moving against his fluently. michael moves with you, and you gasp as your lower back hits the desk in the room. the other teen's strong hands lift you and plop you down so you're sitting on the hard wood of the table.

your arms wrap around michael's neck to kiss him again, and he's happy that you're slowly beginning to show interest in him. you make a small noise as michael pulls your legs around his waist, standing between them with his pelvis pressing against yours. teasingly, you shuffle your hips against him as you kiss him again. michael growls softly, grinding into you as he grasps your thighs roughly to stop your movements. "i've never done this before." you admit, keeping him close as he hums. "me neither." he shrugs, kissing you again. you feel eased by michael's lack of experience, it felt like the two of you were experimenting together and that comforts you.

eventually, michael's fingers find the waistband of your pants and you whimper as he tugs them down easily. "no underwear?" he chuckles softly, and your cheeks heat up. "some of us don't have that luxury." you mumble, averting his gaze. "it's fine." he shrugs, fingers brushing over your slit. you gasp at the feeling of him spreading you open, and can't help but move your hips against his digits. his middle finger teases your wet hole, and you whine when he collects some of it to bring into his mouth. you feel slightly embarrassed as he suckles your pleasure off his finger with no shame before moving his hand back down to rub his fingers over your slit again.

your smaller hand finds his, and you guide his fingers to your clit with a small moan. catching your meaning, michael's rough fingers start rubbing small circles over your bud. you gasp, back arching into him as his fingertips stimulate you. "fuck, michael!" you whimper, hands grasping his shirt to pull him closer. he hums at your words, moving so his thumb abused your clit whilst his fingers slowly pushed your hole open. you whine as his fingers press into you, your hymen stretching uncomfortably. "michael, please- i need you." you whimper, letting him lay you back on the desk. removing his hand from you, he pulls down his own pants, erection springing free.

you freeze slightly at his size, unsure if he'll fit. michael notes your uneasiness as rubs your outer thighs softly. you smile nervously as his tip rubs against your cunt, your hands grasping his anxiously as he slowly pushes into you. you wail as his cock rips your hymen, and michael smiles as your blood slowly smears his cock. "it hurts!" you whimper, grabbing his arms tightly with discomfort. michael shushes you, and gives you small kisses until you stop whining. once you've settled around the intrusion and your pussy adjusts to his dick, you give him the nod to say that you're ready. michael slowly pushes in so that he's fully sheathed before pulling out half way. you whimper at the feeling, pleasure slowly overtaking the dull pain you still felt.

eventually, michael finds a medium pace in you, smiling as his cock bobs through the skin of your stomach. you whimper, holding michael's arms even tighter as he fucks into you. "oh fuck..!" you yelp as his tip protrudes from your abdomen. "sh." he replies quickly as your back arches off the table. "fuck, michael- oh!" you press your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as he speeds up. eventually, his hand moves and starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. you gasp and keen loudly behind your palm as your thighs tremble around his hips. michael grips the flesh of your outer thighs tightly as he adjusts your legs towards you at an awkward angle. despite the weird position, you moan loudly as his cock pushes deeper into you, his tip kissing your womb.

michael hums at the feeling as his hand gets tired of stimulating you, so as a substitute, he brings his hand down onto your swollen bud harshly. you wail at the sting of his slap, pleasure rolling through your body. taking that as a good sign, michael waits before slapping your clit again harder. unexpectedly, you cum on his cock as you shudder and tremble under him. your cunt squeezes michael's cock tightly, preventing him from moving. the way your gummy walls grip him as you twitch around him is too much, so michael pushes into your womb so his cum filled you up.

you gasp at the feeling of his hot seed spilling into you, and michael seems to be loving it because when you come down from your high and loosen around him slightly, he's fucking his cum into you. you can't help but let out a small noise with every thrust, whimpering when michael stops, satisfied with how deep his cum had gone. your womb drinks up his seed nicely as you let michael grab your hands to pull you up into a sitting position. slumping against him, you nuzzle into his chest, your eyes becoming droopy with exhaustion. he grins at your sated state, pulling your pants up for you. once he is dressed as well, he picks you up carefully to bring you back to your room to rest.

michael ignores the nurses who try to stop him, marching past them as he carries your sleepy form to his room instead. he didn't know much, but he did know that only armed guards as well as doctor loomis were only allowed in his room for safety reasons and it was his best bet of keeping you with him. carefully opening his door, he closes it behind him with his foot and watches as the nurses stand anxiously peering through the window. he puts you down carefully on his bed, letting you settle as he sits down. his eyes find the nurses, one of them had left, probably to get security or doctor loomis. rolling his eyes, michael moves his attention back to you. you had already dozed off, and michael looks down to your stomach. the idea of you being swollen with his child excites him, a true marking. however, his hatred for children conflicts that, and he feels slightly frustrated.

three sharp knocks on the door can be heard, and michael lazily looks back over. doctor loomis is standing there, and he looks furious, but michael will stand his ground for you.

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