𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Michael X Reader)

𝐼𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛

The moment I had woken up many thoughts swirled my mind but only one was worth blurting out. "I can't believe Michael Myers fucked me," I giggled, still processing the wildness of last night. I tossed the covers aside and padded downstairs, excitement bubbling beneath my skin. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, eager for the morning news. Almost immediately, the anchor's voice cut through the air.

"Breaking news: local impersonator Michael Myers, identified as Marcus Banks, has been arrested on charges of murder." My heart dropped as the screen filled with a mugshot-there he was, wearing the iconic mask and jumpsuit. I recognized him instantly. That very same guy had been in my living room just hours ago, seductiveness and dominance radiating off him, as we shared a night that felt thrilling and alive.

Shock coursed through me, but as I stared at the screen, I felt an unexpected flutter. He had been hot, undeniably attractive, even in that creepy costume. I shook my head, trying to make sense of the situation. "What is wrong with me?" I muttered, laughter bubbling up again. "I must be attracted to psychopaths."

The thrill of our encounter hung in the air, mingling with confusion and disbelief. Although Marcus's arrest was terrifying, it didn't erase the electricity we had shared. Still, a part of me couldn't help but worry about what it meant. I leaned back against the couch, torn between the thrill of that night and the pleasures it had ended with.

I shut off the news with a quick press of a button, shaking my head to fend off the anxiety creeping in. I was hungry but couldn't help but smile at the thought of him. He might have been a psychopath, but, God, it felt amazing when we were together. The thrill of those moments still lingered in my mind.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I headed to the kitchen. The fridge door swung open with a cool rush of air, revealing a half-eaten container of leftovers. I popped it in the microwave and watched the timer count down, trying to focus on something mundane. I leaned against the counter, memories swirling in my mind, mixing pleasure with a twinge of guilt about my reckless choices.

When the microwave beeped, I took out the warm food, plated it, and sat down at the table. Each bite was comforting yet bittersweet, reminding me of the wild night I had just experienced. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach-what if I had put myself at risk? The thought of needing to get checked crossed my mind, and I resolved to make an appointment.

After finishing my meal, I rinsed my plate, lost in thought as I walked to the bathroom. The urge to wash away the night's indulgence pulled at me. I turned on the shower and stepped in once the water warmed up, letting the steam envelop me. I closed my eyes, allowing the water to wash away the tension, imagining it cleansing my worries as well.

Once I was done, wrapped in a fluffy towel, I sat at my computer. I opened a new tab and scheduled that check-up appointment, a small step toward taking responsibility. Clicking "submit" felt weighty. I couldn't ignore the chaos around me, but maybe this was a way to find some balance. It was a simple act, but it grounded me amidst all the confusion.

After that unforgettable night, thoughts of him consumed me day and night. Michael Myers... just saying his name sparked a thrill deep within me. No matter what I did-eating, drinking, or trying to sleep-the memory of our encounter lingered like an intoxicating haze I couldn't shake off.

When the day of my appointment finally arrived, I knew I'd be cleared. Psychopaths like him rarely caught anything; their minds were too focused on darker urges. Ironically, while he could slip through the cracks of society, I wrestled with those haunting thoughts of our encounter. Each day passed in a blur, but Michael remained a constant presence in my mind.

I couldn't stop wondering... what if I had made him stay? What if I had dared to draw him in, to make that wild energy last just a little longer? The questions wrapped around my mind, intertwining desire and fear in a relentless dance.

In the quiet of the night, I replayed snippets of our time together-his piercing eyes, the electric tension. I felt so alive in those moments. But now, I was left with fragments-his intense gaze and the feel of his body that felt both thrilling and dangerous.

After my appointment, I arrived home, unsure of what to do with the empty hours stretching before me. I contemplated my recent choices and the pull of the dark memories. But instead of spiraling, I found a simple remedy: I decided to watch "Halloween." As the familiar theme echoed through my living room, the tension in the air shifted, blending nostalgia with a bit of comfort. It felt good to embrace that thrill from a safe distance, to lose myself for a while in the world of the movie, where the dangers were just fiction, yet still tantalizing enough to keep my heart racing.

I just hoped Halloween next year came again soon...who knows what it would hold in store.