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What to do when your boyfriend is a serial killer

Jeremwood
Word count: 18285
Chapters: 7

In all honesty, Jeremy should have seen it coming.

Ryan was out on late nights sometimes, but why would Jeremy think anything of this? People work late nights all the time. Ryan sometimes spent a lot of time in the shower, but who doesn't want a long shower now and again? Ryan kept everything in the house deathly clean, going as far as cleaning the bathroom close to three times a week. But sometimes, people just like to clean, right?

So in hindsight, Jeremy shouldn't have been too surprised when he walked into the house, flowers in hand and ready to surprise Ryan, only to find him covered in blood from his neck to his waist.

"I can explain." Ryan said quickly. "Please don't run away."

"What the fuck?" Jeremey yelped out. He slammed the door behind him. God forbid someone see Ryan right now. How did he even get inside without anyone seeing him?

"This is not a conversation I wanted to have so soon..." Ryan mumbled.

"Soon? We've been dating for 3 years!" Jeremy bellowed. "Where did all of this blood come from?!"

"I... may have... killed someone?" Ryan said, putting on a look of innocence. Jeremy stared at him.

"Killed someone? Like, they're dead?"

"That is usually what killing someone does."

"Why did you kill someone? What the fuck?" Jeremy asked.

"He cut me off on the highway." Ryan said simply. Jeremy stood, his mouth agape.

"What the actual fuck, Ryan! You don't just kill someone because they cut you off! Holy shit!"

"Come on, we live in Los Santos. People have died for less."

"So what, you're a gang member or something?"

"I don't do gangs." Ryan muttered. "I don't have to be in a gang to kill people." Jeremy stood there, just staring at Ryan.

"I can't handle this right now..." Jeremy muttered finally. He walked passed Ryan to go up to their room.

"Wait, you aren't going to run away? Not gonna call the police?" Ryan questioned, surprised.

"No you idiot, I'm not. I'd rather not have the love of my life be detained and executed for being a serial killer." Jeremy rolled his eyes. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight, though."

"I figured."

"I can't believe you're okay with this." Ryan said at breakfast the next day.

"Oh I'm not, but I guess every person in a relationship has its quirks. I snore, you take too long in the shower. I'm competitive when it comes to games, you murder people. It happens."

"In any case, I appreciate you not reporting me to the police."

"Well, I love you, and you do have a point about murder in this city. People die all the time; who cares if my boyfriend contributes to that?"

"The flowers you brought me were lovely."

"Yeah, I had a whole thing planned. I spent all day going around trying to make everything perfect."

"Did I ruin the mood?"

"Yeah, a bit." Jeremy said bitterly. He had everything planned out: He was gonna surprise Ryan by coming home early on his day off, bringing him his favorite flowers. He was gonna make Ryan his favorite meal; steamed lobster with shrimp and potatoes. Then after dinner...