michael myers oneshots

the birthday gift.

(trigger warning: nothing but adorableness, even I was swooning while writing this lol!)
"I want to wear his initial, On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck
Not because he owns me
But 'cause he really knows me"
Call It What You Want- Taylor Swift
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"Bye Y/N, and happy birthday again!"

Your coworker Cindy wished you as you put the strap of your purse on your shoulder and gave her a sweet smile as you slowly made your way out of the building.

"Thanks, Cin, I'll see you tomorrow!" You said nicely, before giving her a final wave and walking out to your vintage two-door jeep in the parking lot.

You sighed softly, as you watched the sun go down, leaving a beautiful red-orange glow in the sky making you smile more.

You made it to your car, before opening the door and taking your purse off your shoulder to place it in the passenger seat, and closing your door.

As you closed the door you saw a small envelope that you don't remember seeing there in the morning, with your name written on it in Michael's messy handwriting. You raised a brow, before grabbing the envelope and opening it up.

"Do no come inside. Surprise for you, when you home" -M

You laughed softly to yourself at Michael's childlike wording, but your heart swelled at the fact that he had gone out of his way to plan a surprise for you.

You quickly put the note back in the envelope, turned on your car, put your seatbelt on, and practically raced back home, to see what "The Shape" had in store for you.

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You parked in your driveway and grabbed your bag and the envelope quickly, before hurrying out of your car, and slamming your door shut. You sped walk excitedly up the porch steps, not being able to hold your excitement anymore.

You made it to the front door and saw another note taped onto the door.

"Knock!" - M

You rolled your eyes softly at his antics but didn't want to be mean, so you knocked.

"Michael?" You said loud enough for him to hear you through the door, and eventually heard the sound of loud heavy footsteps get closer to the door.

The door slowly opened, but saw no Michael, and noticed that all the lights were completely off. You raised a brow before slowly stepping into the house, and turning on the light to the house.

When the light came on, you instantly gasped and covered your mouth with your hand as your eyes took everything in.

The house was decorated with balloons floating on the ceiling in your favorite color, with your favorite flowers wrapped in a newspaper bouquet with a ribbon of the same color as the balloons. A small cake with funfetti sprinkles that said "Happy Birthday, Y/N", in red-frosted cursive sat on the table with two small wrapped gifts, and a bigger one next to them all on the coffee table. And Michael stood there in his for once stain and blood-free boiler suit, white mask, and hefty boots, that you had gotten him for his birthday.

Your eyes watered as you took in the sight and slowly stepped closer to all of it and pulled your purse off your shoulder and placed it on the beige couch, before walking over to your tall boyfriend who had done it all for you.

You walked in front of him, putting your hands together in front of you, before tilting your head up to look into his eyes that were already looking down into yours.