Shots in The Dark aka a One Shot Book

Please? (Michael Myers x reader)

WARNING!!! //very fluffy and romanticized//

You had just gotten home from work. You were a very stress from work. As you exited the car and went to unlock the house you noticed it was already unlocked, you rolled your eyes. Of course Micheal forgot to lock the door. You let a few choice words leave your breath. As you open the door you expect to see the masked ass hole sprawled out on the couch like what he normally does after getting back, but to your surprise he wasn't. You look around the house and don't see him. You slightly shrug it off, he is a grown man, not to mention the fact that he is more than capable of taking care of himself. You sleepily enter your bathroom. As you start up the bath you let out a small grown, you are happy that you had found a way to get Michael to take a showers on a regular basis. But for the love of god it is almost impossible to get him to clean the tub. He is a grown ass man but still acts like a child over some topics. You rinse out the tub, grab a bath bomb, fill the tub, and throw the bath bomb in after filling the tub. You relax in the tub for a good hour just unwinding. After exiting the tub and wrapping a towel around yourself, you enter your room ready to do your nails then go to bed. You instead find Michael sprawled on your bed, you grin to yourself getting a idea. You see the fact that this is the perfect opportunity to do Michaels nails. You had wanted to do it for a while but every time you would ask he would say no, you grin and grab your supply's. Taking the polishes you wanted out of the box carefully. You take his hand ever so gently, an begin to paint his nails a orange cream color, with a glitter coat. You finished one hand and start on the second one. Feeling him stir a little more than half way through the second hand. Fear sets in, you clean up your items as fast as possible and paint the last two nails on his second hand. You grin as you quietly exit the bedroom. You don't bother shutting the door. You sit on the sofa and begin to drift off to sleep.

You wake up slowly, once you finish opening your eyes. You are greeted with the sight of a angry Michael staring at you. His hands are spread out in front of of you. You look at his hand and laugh. His nails were a fine shade of creamy orange, with small flecks of black glitter over the orange. You look at him " Yes Michael your nails are very pretty. " His glare only intensified. You give him a innocent smile " Oh do you want me to take it off? " you ask in a mocking tone. He reluctantly nods his head you begin to speak again " Hmmm, to bad I'm out of nail polish remover. " You stand up from the couch and move into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. You look at Michael and ask him if he wanted any. He didn't move his hands from in front of himself, treating the nail polish as if it was a disease that needed to be removed. He didn't nod or anything just stared at you like everything that had ever gone wrong in his life was your fault. You smile at him yet again " I'll take that as a yes, oh and if I remember I might pick up some nail polish remover from the store. " you finish up the breakfast and plate both of the meals. You smile at him " Oh, and Michael maybe you wouldn't have woken up with polish on your nails if you cleaned up the tub. " You look at him ever so smugly. Yep you pushed it a little to fare this time. He took his plate of food from you and sat at the messy table. As the two of you ate he stabbed his food very aggressively while glaring at you the whole time. He had yet to put his mask back on yet, so he wasn't to pissed. Right? Once he finished up his food he didn't bother taking his plate to the sink, he just walked straight up the stairs to your room. He put the mask back on, yep he was very angry at you. You let out a sigh " Fine, Michael you win. " Heading up to your closet you grab the bottle of nail polish remover. You sit Michael down and are about to remove the nail polish with a sad look on your face. You quite upset that Michael wouldn't just put up with it for a little while, as you had been wanting to do his nails for quite a while. So it kinda hurt to just have to remove it pretty much as soon as you finished it. He looked at you for the first time today with out glaring at you, he move his hand from yours and stood up. You look at him confused " Don't you want me to remove the paint? " He didn't do anything just looked at you. You grin picking up what he was saying. You wrap your arms around him practically having to hang from him, as you hug him. Yep you won in the end.

This was a request from my tumblr (i'm way more active there lol)