michael myers oneshots

be with me, not him

(trigger warning! - semi-sexual content!)
"Think about those years
As I whisper in your ear
I'm always going to be right here
No one's going anywhere"
Cinnamon Girl- Lana Del Rey
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"Jared, stop!" you giggled as your boyfriend of five months carried you over his shoulder before throwing you on top of the bed in your bedroom.

"And if I don't?" he teased, towering over your body laying on the bed, before leaning down to attach his lips to yours.

"I'm serious! Michael is gonna be here any minute, and we both need to finish our project for physics or else I'll fail the semester!" You smiled up at him before pecking his lips one more time before pushing him off.

He grunted in annoyance as he moved off you, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you got up to set up your room for when Michael would show in a couple of minutes.

"Why does that freak get to be with my girlfriend and not me?" His face held an almost disgusted look as he talked about Michael, making you frown at his words.

"First of all, he is not a freak. He is really sweet and smart. And second of all, your girlfriend needs to pass this project if you want her to accompany you to New York for November break." Your annoyance grew with every word as you pulled out the poster board, notes, and supplies you needed.

You continued what you were doing, not looking at the man sitting behind you, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, stopping your movements.

"I'm sorry. I want you to go—I'm just annoyed that the fr—Michael, I mean, will get to be with you and not me." You sighed as his words made you give in, and you turned to face him.

"You're such a baby. I'll see you tomorrow in the morning. Michael is gonna be here any minute," you said right before hearing the doorbell ring. Jared frowned before leaning down to give you one last kiss.

Jared and you walked out of your bedroom toward the front door before he stopped.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Love you, baby," Jared said, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack and opening the door—Michael was standing right outside.

With his back to you, Jared mouthed "freak" to Michael before bumping his shoulder as he passed around him.

"My bad, dude," Jared said mockingly—though all three of you knew he was anything but sorry.

"I'm sorry about that. He's being a dick. Come on in!" you said with a bright smile, making Michael's eyes soften.

Michael's crush on you began when you first walked into your shared physics class back in August. It was a Monday morning, and you had walked in ten minutes late after getting lost, leaving you to take the only available seat—next to Michael.

You smiled and dropped your bag as you sat. Michael was never the most subtle or the talkative kind—but you were anything but.

"Hey there, my name's Y/N! What's yours?" you whispered softly, as the professor's words became a blur while Michael stared at you.

Unable to speak from shyness, Michael subtly pointed at the green journal in front of him:

Michael Myers, Physics 302K, Mr. Haymond's Class

You aimed your eyes down at it, unbothered by the indirect response.

"Well, Michael, it's nice to meet you. I hope you're good at physics because I am not the best—but I believe in us!" A smile of amusement never left your expression—or Michael's mind—as he took in your features.