michael myers oneshots

sleeping on the couch.

(trigger warning!- arguing)
"Kiss me, try to fix it, Could you just try to listen?"
sad beautiful tragic (taylor's version)- taylor swift
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"Michael, what was the first thing I asked you before I left for work today?" You almost yelled across the counter to your boyfriend as he stood there before you, just staring through his mask-covered face.

You and Michael had moved in together about a month and a half ago. The date that marked your first anniversary, you decided to surprise him by "moving him into" your home. Which really meant you asking him to stay permanently, even though he started sleeping with you in your home practically every night since you first began dating.

Nothing could have been more perfect until you would walk around and find socks lying around the couch. Food missing from the pantry, with the empty boxes always left there. Wrappers on the coffee table. Worst of all, muddy footprint marks that were the size 14 you knew could only belong to one person.

As much as you loved Michael, you could not stand a dirty home. You weren't considerably a neat freak, but you sure as hell didn't want to have to mop the floors every night, because you're boyfriend couldn't bother with taking off his shoes.

Which was what led to your last straw breaking. This morning before you headed off to the floral shop where you worked in town, you had asked Michael to take off his boots as he was usually in before you came back home on Wednesday's as you closed the shop.

But as you walked into your home, your blood immediately boiled at the sight of those large muddy footprints. Not only that, Michael was in the middle, of scarfing down the cake you bought yourself that you had been looking forward to eating tonight after dinner.

"I asked you for one thing Michael! ONE! How hard is it for you to take your shoes off by the door before you walk in?! You know what? I'm too tired to argue with someone who won't even respond to me! I'm going to go take a shower." You announced already walking away as you finished your last sentence fuming.

How can he be so hard-headed?

You shook your head trying to calm your anger down, as you opened the door to your bedroom, and walked into your bathroom for a shower.

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You were finished with your long shower and calmed down a bit from the incident, but still not being able to tolerate even looking at Michael.

You finished brushing your teeth, before you started your skincare, till you heard the familiar stomps going up the stairs.

You immediately tensed up, ready to avoid any attempts Michael tried to make.

From the mirror in the bathroom, you saw as Michael walked into the room, and turned to face the bathroom making eye contact with you before, he looked away first and started taking off his clothes as he got ready for his own shower you assumed.

You turned your gaze away, slightly flushing, as you heard him undress behind you.

You heard his heavy footsteps walk from behind you, and you glanced slightly towards him and saw his naked toned body before you.

Cheeks red, you looked away, in embarrassment, and anger. You were stern about not breaking first, and Michael sensed that as he watched you apply moisturizer all over your face.

Michael took a long look at you as he slowly removed his mask, to reveal his scared but handsome face.

He shook his head, making his floppy gold-blonde hair, fuzz up a bit, before running a strong hand over it.