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Dating a serial killer isn't easy. Especially when it's one as famous as Michael Myers. Constantly fearing that the police shows up, waiting for him to come back when he's on a killing spree.. you really don't have it easy.
Today was one of these days where Michael went out on another spree. It's been around four hours now since the giant left without a word. But you don't worry too much. He can take care of himself after all. Instead you focus on cleaning the house from top to bottom. A sudden energy boost along with your favorite playlist gave you the motivation needed to finally clean thoroughly. Every counter, every floor, every corner.. nothing escaped your hands. Well besides the dishes but they can wait. And it sure was worth it. Now the whole house is sparkling clean, spotless and beautiful.
After you feel good about the outcome, you lay down on the couch, deciding to take a quick nap until your boyfriend comes back from his spree. You had a very stressful week and the cleaning took the last of your energy. But seeing Michael sure will help forget the stress that has built up..
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You hear the door falling shut, snapping you back from your slumber. Heavy boots stomp towards the kitchen followed by water running. Guess Michael is back.
Nearly stumbling over your own two feet, happy to see your boyfriend again. You get to the kitchen just to stare in shock.
Blood
Blood fucking everywhere
There's a trail leading from the doorstep to the kitchen over the freshly cleaned floor. Michael is standing at the sink, washing his hands while his soaked knife rests on the once shining kitchen island. It didn't bother him at all what you did.
For a second you question if it's his blood. Maybe he got hurt? But no, if that would be the case, he would be at your side instantly, wanting you to fix him. Like when one of his victims stabbed him with a screwdriver. He was at your side the whole night acting like he was dying (he wasn't, just did it for attention)
"Michael Audrey Myers!"
At the sound of your voice, especially as you're using his middle name, he slowly turns around. Tilting his head, he stares at you unmoving. Of course he doesn't speak nor understand the situation.
"What were you thinking?" You point furiously at the blood. "I just cleaned the whole house and you clearly don't care!"
Michael's eyes follow your gestures behind his mask slowly. It's hard to understand his train of thoughts as he simply nods before approaching you. Then he approaches you, spreading his arms to pull you closer.
"Don't even think about it." You step back, keeping him at a distance, "A hug doesn't fix this, Myers. You need to understand that you can't just behave like an ass and then expect me to be okay with it."
You turn around, heading for the upstairs. "I'm too tired to deal with this again..."
Michael is left at the bottom of the stairs, watching you go into the shared bedroom. He looks back at the blood, to his hands and the knife sitting at the island. He has to fix this.. he needs y/n back. Right now.
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You must have fallen asleep as you get waken up suddenly by the door slamming open. Against the light of the hallway you spot the huge figure of your boyfriend looming in the doorframe. You want to pull the blanket back over your head but he grabs it, hurling it to the other side of the room. "Oh come on!"
He doesn't wait for you to tell him off, simply grabbing you from bed before you can escape and throwing you over his shoulder. You bang your fists against his back but to no effect. The giant is dead set on getting you somewhere.
You notice him walking down the stairs, still not letting you go. Then he finally puts you down very gently. That's suspicious. "Michael, I'm not in the mood for-"
As you start berating him, he turns you around, finally revealing the big surprise.
The whole downstairs area is spotless. No blood, the knife is gone and even the dishes are put away. Critically, you look back up at your boyfriend who's sneaking closer. Caught in the act, he stops again, avoiding eye contact. "Sor.... ry..."
Crossing your arms, you shake your head at his behavior. "That doesn't mean I forgive you.."
For a moment he pauses behind you. Clearly he didn't expect you to hold a grudge even after he fixed his mistake. Guess he needs to go to extreme measures now.
Suddenly you're pulled into a bone crushing hug from behind. You feel Michael sniffing your hair before pulling his mask up just a tiny bit. Just enough so he can start kissing your neck when you least expect it. "Okay okay, you're forgiven!" You gasp, squirming in the giants arms as he continues cuddling and kissing you. Damn you and your soft side.
Instead of putting you down he keeps you in his arms, carrying you to the couch. He pulls you onto his lap, wanting more cuddles, attention and other things now that the whole deal is over. "Asshole.." you mumble quietly into his enormous chest which only draws a low chuckle. This is too nice to miss out on by bitching. And maybe you can finally teach him how to properly respect boundaries now that he knows the consequences.
No way he would survive without cuddles and love..