#aprillaurie

of course : ) i never once said that low-key love triangles aren’t something i’d include on someone’s day : ) as long as it includes the character of the day as the main focus then he l l y e ah

Laurie / You / Michael

“Don’t.” 

Michael barely shifts. An immobile statue; motionless beyond the filter of trees. His pale visage is almost entirely forgotten, lost in the leaves as he stalks his prey.

Laurie isn’t blind. She’s been hunted by the beast long enough to know the signs of his presence. To hear the breath creeping down her neck as he looms ever closer. She’s no longer the rabbit in his claws. She’s no longer the object of his obsession. At least, not right now. 

Not while you’re in his sights. 

It’s ironic, she thinks. She finds someone she truly cares for, and Michael decides that she can’t even have that. He took everything from her, and now he wants you. What more would she have left if you were lured into his grasp?

She isn’t afraid of him anymore. It’s been too long. The sight of him stirs anger within the pit of her stomach, and her fingers twitch with the need to enact revenge on him. What had she done to deserve this? Why… Why was he like this?

There’s a tiny spark of blue beneath the voids of his eyes as he slowly tilts his head in her direction. She supposed that she should be glad he’d even acknowledged her. The thick kitchen knife hangs loosely in his large fingers, but she knows he can’t use it. He isn’t allowed. The only thing that can keep Michael’s desires to kill at urge is the Entity itself, and even then, it can only keep a weak hold on him. It’s enough to quell his blood-lust for the most part. It’s enough to make him somewhat placid. But only now. He’d gut her in the blink of an eye had they been in a trial. 

Laurie can see you from the gap in the trees. It’s a perfect vantage point. You’re sat beside Dwight, giggling and laughing as Kate strums at her guitar. You’re wearing Ace’s cap and Adam’s long coat is hanging off your shoulders. There’s a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of your nose that are almost certainly not yours. You look ridiculous, but at the same time… Perfect.

It’s obvious that you and everyone else have no idea there’s a killer watching you live out your lives.

Michael huffs; a thick sigh through the plastic of his mask that Laurie understands is threatening. ‘What?’ He’s wordlessly asking, daring her to step closer. 

She does. 

A few steps away from his reach to prevent injury in the off chance his forced loyalty to the Entity be suddenly severed, Laurie took a second to watch you. You really had no idea, did you? Look at you. Laughing and carrying on without a care in the world. She’d only excused herself for a moment, claiming to need a breath of air. The thought was stupid. A breath of air? In the woods? The moment she’d saw that mask of his leering from the shadows, she knew she couldn’t sit by and do nothing. 

“Leave her alone,” Laurie bites at her lower lip. It’s true that she’s long since grown accustomed to his presence; to his fear factor. It’s true that she’s learned how to turn her fear into willpower. But that didn’t change the fact that he was making her panic once more. She wasn’t the one on the line anymore. 

Michael’s infatuation with you was disturbing. His obsession with anything was disturbing, but she knew there was more to it than that. She’d seen him toying with your belongings. She’d seen him wasting the precious moments of a trial just watching your face as you bled out on the floor beneath his boot. On one occasion, she’d even woke to find him crouched over you whilst you slept. Just… Watching. Waiting. She’d never tell you that The Shape was obsessed with you; she didn’t want you to be scared. 

The killer slowly shifts again, looking back out to where you’re sitting by the fire. He does nothing, and Laurie knows that he’s ignoring her. She isn’t important to him anymore. Nothing more than an old toy that he’d grown bored with. Michael doesn’t mind letting her go sometimes, because, well… It’s not as if she can go anywhere. Until he resumes interest, the Entity will keep her safe and… Confined.

“They aren’t yours,” she tells him. Although she’s looking at you, she can see him tense in her peripherals. His arms grow stiff, the sleeves of his coveralls pulling taut. He doesn’t like being told what to do. He doesn’t like being told what is and isn’t his. 

Laurie swallows thickly and steels herself. “If you want them, you’re going to have to go through me. I won’t let you touch them.” 

nobody wanted me to do this

but i want to so lmao i'm gonna do it

platonic hcs | laurie strode

ok hear me out

being friends with her would be really nice

she's a mom friend obviously

i know i said something similar to this in the valentines day post but she has the vibe of those epic walmart cookies (lofthouse cookies i believe)

she'll protect you in trials so hard like

she'll stab the killer while she's alive and well, not being picked up

#2 pep talker (david is #1) she's a huge confidence booster

she teaches you how to do some of the things she does in trials (like stabbing the killer, avoiding traps, etc)

she takes the killer off of you fairly often, if she doesn't it's because she's either on the hook, dead, or doing something like the last generator. those are the only times she won't immediately jump in

if you do something stupid, she'll lovingly lecture you on it. she doesn't want you hurt and you need to know that.

platonic kisses on the cheek

if you have long hair she’ll like to braid it

she’s not very good at braiding but encourage her please

shes trying

sometimes she cooks corn on the campfire

you’re first to be served

overall 10/10 we all need to have a laurie friend

YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT THANK YOU DADDY

Soft Laurie HCS

Laurie would love to read to you. She might get bashful about it at first because that’s universally seen as an activity you’d do for kids and she doesn’t want you to feel childish, but... She just loves reading to someone. It makes her feel really calm and content. She’d read out loud just for herself but then she feels a bit silly (which she shouldn’t because it’s a perfectly valid thing to do, but these are her thoughts regardless), and she’d love if you were interested enough to listen to her. 

She isn’t actually the best cook, but at least it’s edible! She likes to experiment and she gets pretty huffy when something doesn’t turn out exactly like the pictures in the cookbook, but as soon as you tell her that it still tastes great (even if it doesn’t), she’ll light right up and try again. 

Given the chance, Laurie would sleep with like 20 stuffed toys. And yes. All of them would have names. But she’d likely hide them before anyone had the chance to see them. Now, in the Entity’s Realm, hoarding stuffed toys is hard when there are no stuffed toys. However, if you somehow managed to make something similar, she’d actually fucking latch onto it. No one can touch it or she’ll actually bite their hand off. Sometimes even badass bitches need some comfort, and Laurie finds comfort in cute little stuffed animals.

She was calm. There was a depth to her eye that made you question just what she’d been through over the years; a steeled expression that swirled with hidden bouts of sorrow. Laurie was hurt. You could tell that she’d been pulled and pushed beyond what anyone should ever have to go through. You wondered if these trials were just another day for her. Had she always been so mature and... Damaged?

It was obvious that she was good at hiding it. Her expression was that of stone, focused intently on the dancing flames of the campfire. You could see the shimmer of the blaze echoing within the depths of her eyes. Despite her seemingly chilled demeanour, there was a shake in her fingers that betrayed her true feelings. No matter how hard she forced herself to still, her hands were trembling against yours. 

Laurie Strode was scared, and the thought of it made your heart ache. She was the strongest person you knew, and yet here she was, quaking.

You squeezed her hand, and her gaze flickered up to you in question, unaware that you’d noticed her fear. You couldn’t let her get lost in her head like this. A smile tugged at your lips, “we’re okay, Laurie. You’re going to protect me, right?”

Making it about you. You knew that’d stir something in her. If there was one thing you loved about her, it was that she was always so hellbent on protecting you and the others. It gave her a purpose. It helped her push the panic deep down.

Her fingers seemed to calm. You gave her the reason to keep fighting. You reminded her that she was needed. She thrived when she had someone under her wing. 

Happy Laurie Strode day

Tag ur Laurie stuff with #aprillaurie and her stinky brother gets his day on the 19th (I'm jk he's not stinky I mean he is stinky but I love he)

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