His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {NEW Rewrite (2022)}

✗ Chapter 57: Bubble Bath Battle ✗

Cuddling you closer, the obsessive male became more and more infatuated with you by the minute. Mostly because of how much adoration and affection the psychopathic killer actually felt. How much he idolised you. How much he worshipped you. How much he cared. It was...It was completely and utterly unbelievable. To tell the truth, you wondered where all of his devotion and dedication really stemmed from - despite his previous explanations. Regardless of that, you appreciated your partner in return; enjoying not only his warm embrace, but the warm water of the bath too. Still though~

Suddenly you hid a mischievous grin of your own; replacing it with an angelic smile instead before swiftly slipping your hand underneath the scented bubbles. Then, you shoved a heavy amount of bathwater straight into Michael's face, bursting out into playful laughter after glancing at the silent male's stunned expression. You just couldn't help it - what with his confused gaze and surprised stare. It was way too funny. Not to mention how surprised he was. But once the stalker had recovered from your unexpected attack, an evil smirk slid across his face too; the slasher splashing you back before he flung his arms around you for another softhearted hug.

"I win." You murmured against his mouth smugly, declaring yourself the winner when it came to who-surprised-who. Deviously shaking his head, Michael disagreed, pressing his lips towards yours shortly afterwards and therefore kissing you a few seconds later.

"Oh, come on." You childishly complained, holding his shoulders and giving them a soft squeeze before the two of you both sat up together. "I clearly splashed you first. At least before you splashed me."

Pretending to think over your words, Michael just cuddled you closer; the two of you continuing to sit opposite each other in the bathtub as he gave you another gentle shake of the head. "Fine. Be a sore loser then." You taunted mockingly, deciding to poke fun at him instead of giving in yourself. "But I still count it as a victory. Better luck next time~"

Your devilish teasing made Michael massively amused; the dark-haired male finding your messing around to be insanely cute while he watched you sleepily cover your lips and softly yawn. Upon noticing this, he swiftly climbed out of the bathtub; slipping his boiler suit on before turning around to face you once again. Curiously tilting your head, you didn't realise why he wanted to leave the bath so suddenly - only coming to a shy conclusion several seconds later.

"Woah, woah, woah...! Wait a moment...!" You blurted out with a bashful expression, now feeling extremely embarrassed. "At least turn around and let me wash my hair...!"

With an unwilling nod, Michael silently agreed; spinning around a second time whilst he let you clean your body and wash your hair. Hesitating, you eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he'd pull another sneaky stunt like he did a couple of days ago. But then you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, climbing out of the bathtub yourself before pulling the plug and emptying the water. All of a sudden your eyes widened, a stunned gaze shooting across your facial features due to his unexpected actions. And why was that...? Because he picked you up bridle-style, carrying you into your bedroom without a second thought whilst you were undressed.

"H-Hey-!" You shyly stuttered, a burgundy blush colouring your cheeks as you lost your composure once more. "W...What are you doing...!? W-Who said you could pick me up without any clothes on...!?"

A devilish glint danced across his ocean-blue orbs; Michael setting you down a moment later before hugging you from above. "C...Can't you stop acting like a pervert for just one minute...!?" You huffed timidly, cuddling into his chest and trying to defuse the seductive atmosphere. "Honestly..."