#gethimback Masterlist

♡ slashers scenarios | y’all accidentally adopt a kid

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; parenthood (?), mentions of violence

♡notes; i work with toddlers all day yet still somehow get baby fever- so here’s this i guess lol.

i can’t see Brahms as a dad so skipped out on him this time, Vincent is iffy too but we might come back to him

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Micheal Myers

> micheal never wanted to be a father before he met you

> he knows for a fact he has something terribly wrong with him

> and while it never bothered him…it was far too dangerous to pass on

> but the way you light up when little kids on the street wave to you

> how you talked about building a family when you got drunk and sappy

> and how soft and gentle you were holding your friend’s baby…

> he knew you’d be the perfect parent, good enough to balance any bullshit he was bring to the table

> so it’s maybe not a complete accident when he stalks into the house with a banged up stroller out front

> the baby is crying, his parents passed out from some shit they snorted in the living room

> it makes his job easier when he slits their throats, and he’s sure as hell not sympathetic

> not that he ever is

> he follows the cries upstairs- a tiny little boy is wailing in his crib

> but he stops and stares at Micheal, blue eyes wide as he looms in the door

> at first Micheal thinks the racket it going to start again and braces for the scream

> but the boy reaches for him eagerly instead, making grabby hands and squealing

> it takes a bit of snooping but Micheal finds some paperwork after he’s secured the child in a carrier

> Miles. The boy’s name is Miles, and he’s ten months old- just tiny for his age

> you think he’s fucking with you when he sets a baby carrier on your table that night

> “…that’s Miles.” He mutters and walks away

> you’re pissed but you can’t say you have anything but an urge to protect this tiny boy

> he has red hair, and light freckles and the sweetest disposition

> he’s perfect, surely Micheal wouldn’t just steal a child…not without good reason

> and you notice Micheal still lingering, watching you both

> you try not to smile

> “…well. Gonna help me find somewhere he can sleep or not?”

Thomas Hewitt

> when Charlie brings in the little girl, Luda Mae is beyond excited

> she had no idea the couple she’d sent down their road had a baby

> her dark curls and chubby legs and ruddy pink cheeks remind her so much of Thomas at that age too

> not too far off from one if she’s got it right

> she’s thinking selfishly, she’s always wanted a daughter

> but Thomas’ eyes go so wide when you both walk in

> he’s in awe of the tiny lil thing sleeping against his mama’s shoulder

> he won’t hold her, terrified of hurting her

> but you’re eager to take her for a bit and he gets real close, chin hooked on your shoulder so he can inspect her closely

> she’s all giggles as she touches his mask

> and you’re nearly in tears when she snuggles up against you

> “…yknow…i’ve been thinkin. i’m much closer to grandmama age than mama age now”

> you say yes before Luda can finish her ask - there was nothing you wanted more than a child with Thomas

> he’s hesitant, but he already adores her

> you have no way of knowing her name, so what you should call her is a bit of a hot topic for a few days

> Charlie wants to name her Charlotte because he’s a self centered bastard , and Luda Mae has about a thousand suggestions that come from baby books decades older than you

> but you let Thomas decide

> Audrey Mae Hewitt is what he chooses

> Audrey from a book he read

> Mae from his mama

> and it suits her perfectly

Bubba Sawyer

> “hey cook! look what i got!”

> Drayton about beats Choptop in the plate when he sees him carrying a toddler under his arm like a log

> but he’s kind of impressed such a scrawny dirtbag can carry a chunky kid like that

> the little boy is a healthy weight for two or so, with lil chipmunk cheeks that dimple when he grins

> and the cutest damn mullet you’ll ever see

> Drayton is getting too damn old for this, and there’s only one person he trusts even a minuscule amount in the house

> so he just. hands him to you when you walk into the front room

> “congratulations, it’s a boy”

> you’re confused but excited

> and a bit concerned with how he and Bubba will feel once the man gets home

> a kid is a big commitment- and a man that wears people’s faces can be scary

> but Bubba immediately squeals and beelines for the little one when he staggers in

> they both tilt their heads curiously before the boy tries to climb up his leg

> when he picks him up, the boy gives a huge belly laugh, kicking his legs

> you choose his name- politely declining your boyfriend’s brothers’ insistence on Lil Choppy or Drayton II

> Jedediah Junior sounds perfect to you - little JJ

marry me

gojo satoru x reader.

or, in which, due to a coincidental circumstance, gojo asks you to marry him.

"i think you ultimately become whoever would have saved you that time no one did."

"then don't save me."

based off of this drabble . everyone liked it so much that i decided to finally write it XD i hope you all enjoy !!

ch 1. tossed like a salad (coming soon!!)

as a new student of jujutsu sorcery, you are sent as a transfer student to japan to help out over there. what you didn't realize how much stronger the cursed spirits are...

ch 2. hyperactive new recruit

chapter summary coming soon.

ch 3. dropkicked through the ceiling

chapter summary coming soon.

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mark being a big cuddle bug ugh and you cant help but give in because its honestly so worth it and he has a hand on your ass because he says “its comfy” and you hate to admit it, but it is. So with an iron grip on your cheek you both just fall asleep before a loud blaring alarm goes off

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀

・❥・ Mark is NOT getting that damn essay done

・❥・word count: 0.9k

・❥・warnings: so much fluff, some mentions of being a pervert, absolutely NOT beta read

・❥・Now why have none of my real life boyfriends been as cute as him??? Also love you anonnn!!!!

“I’m giving up.” Mark huffed in frustration, shutting his laptop and slumping into a small, sad, pile. 

“How much do you have left?” You fought the urge to laugh at your beautiful boyfriend’s misfortune. You lay on the other side of the bed scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Despite his anguish, he looked handsome. A few strands of hair fell into his face messily and his white t-shirt suddenly seemed much tighter.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

“Like one more page.” He dragged his hands down his face, stretching it cartoonishly. He rested his head on the headboard of his bed, his chest rose and fell as he took deep calming breaths. 

“That’s not bad.” You crawl closer to him. You move the laptop off his lap, assuring it stays safely on the small bed. You cradle his face in your hands, his lips were pulled into a pout and his warm brown eyes trailed over your face like he was committing it to memory. “That’s like, home stretch.” 

“No,” He whined. He was stuck between wanting to tear away from you dramatically or nuzzling himself further into your hold on his face, so he simply sighed loudly. “I ran out of things to say like five paragraphs ago. I can’t repeat everything for the third time.” You bite your lip to avoid cracking a smile at his dramatics. 

“Oh no, whatever will my sweet boy do?” 

“Don’t mock me! I need this to pull my grade up.” You roll your eyes. Maybe you would take him more seriously if he actually did his work when he said he would. “I’m gonna finish it.” He nods. “Get away from me, tease.” He pulls himself from your hold and grabs his laptop once again. With a shrug, you back away from him to return to your side of the bed. You barely made it an inch away before he grabbed onto your leg to keep you in place. You raise an eyebrow at his antics. He doesn’t say anything but you see him struggling to contain his smile. 

You tug your leg back and curl up in your spot on the bed. For a while everything is peaceful. You scroll on your phone while Mark types away diligently. However, all good things come to an end. Before you even realized that Mark had shut his laptop he had grabbed onto you by the legs and tugged you closer to him. You yelped and curled a hand into his hair in surprise. “Mark!” You shrieked. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist with a nonchalant smile, paying no mind to your hand in his hair or how your surprised yell was cut off by a fit of giggles. He pulled you into his lap and pressed you close to his chest with a heavy exhale. His warmth blanketed you and you felt yourself relax into him. You could feel the defined musculature beneath his loose shirt and it sent a pleasant shock through you.

“I thought you were finishing your essay?” You hummed, making no moves to get off of him and let him work.

“Shh, let me have this.” He whispers into your ear. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanned over your collarbone. Once again everything was peaceful, and once again Mark had to disturb the peace. His hand wandered further down your body until it rested itself on your ass.

“What are you doing?” You pull away just slightly to look at him. He shushes you again, his eyes shut.

“Sorry.” He murmured. Despite that he doesn’t move his hand an inch. If anything he tightens his grip. 

“You aren’t sorry.” You huff. He nods and a small smile spreads on his face. 

“I’m not. Just let me have this.” He repeats. “It’s comfy.” You narrow your eyes at him. His eyes are lidded and tired but he looks back at you with a playful expression. 

“You’re a pervert.” You sigh as you lay back down on him. His muscles relax at your warm body on top of his.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He smiles into your hair. With one of his hands still gripping your cheek the other rubs soft circles into your back. You feel your breathing begin to even out as you lose yourself in the softness of the moment.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you had fallen asleep but you woke up in an entirely different position than you had fallen asleep. When your eyes opened you were on your back with Mark nuzzled into your chest. His arms were still around your waist while yours rested around his shoulders. Sunlight streamed in through the window, kissing your face and giving Mark’s almost jet-black hair a warm glow. You threaded your fingers through his hair. He had been working so hard, both as Mark Grayson and as Invincible, he needed rest. 

Just as quickly as you had the thought it was interrupted. A loud, blaring alarm cut through the room, leaving you scrambling to find the source before Mark woke up. The source was, of course, Mark’s own phone. 

Essay

His alarm read. You half smiled as you closed out of the alarm. Alas, it was too late.

“What was that?” He croaked.

“Your reminder to write your essay.” You laughed as you carded your fingers through his hair. He sighed loudly as he rolled off of you. 

“I’m giving up.”

Fully masked Invincible is the sweetest variant you've met. Sure, he's killed people, but everyone makes mistakes, and the way he says, ' I'm sorry for every little thing,' is a lot cuter in your books. A true textbook bottom cutie, but he argues he can top for real if given a chance.

he saves you from the civilian casualties that one of the other variants created. he bridal style carries you through the clouds and profusely apologizes when you're shaking in his arms from being too cold and being held so tight in his arms. he even apologizes for not even being your mark grayson, you're not his but he can't help but touch you like you really are his.

when the two of you are settled on the city's outskirts, and safe from the death and screams. he cups your face in his gloved hands, staring at you from his goggles. he's missed you. he's missed the two most important women in his life. he just needs to get his mom now and take all three of you home. his body is ragged and high-strung under the pads of your fingers, and he halfway chokes on a sob when you don't hold any malice in your pretty gaze when you look at him.

he's always been such a tender lover, sweet on the lips and heavenly in the bedroom; a true fallen angel that never chose a side on the day of reckoning in heaven.

the third time he apologizes is for the way he kisses you when he tugs the mask halfway over his nose and smashes your mouths together just because he can't stand the silence between you two. he tastes like desperation and yearning. Perhaps the tiniest bit of sin when his teeth latch on your bottom lip and suck it into his mouth so he can hear you sigh openly.

However, you don't mind. his sorries escalate from his half-chubbed boner rubbing against your hip to saying sorry for how you writhe and tense on soft patchy grass when his thick dick stretches you out in ways that feel like you're being torn in two. He isn't sorry for cumming too quickly, because he makes up for it in his pussy eating skills later on.

more fanart for @lespepsippr because ALLLL marks are yearners deep down and i love coming up with different hairstyles and hcs for their personalities with each of the readers.

i like to think mohawk mc learned which variant she was dealing with and said fuck that and dedicated her time in the invincible universe becoming an academic weapon instead (he noticed her anyway rest in peace)

𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

full fics:

the arrangement: gojo satoru was a notorious man across the land. he was the strongest soldier the north had ever produced, the most brilliant of minds, and somebody who slept his way through the noble ranks. his parents set him up in a marriage agreement with you, hoping that a tie with a ring would help save his marriage. you know gojo never wanted this, and you try to act as if that was normal. but soon, without you or even him realizing it, he comes to the conclusion that while he never wanted this marriage - he’s beginning to want you. (18+)

drabbles:

gojo never wanted to marry

gojo finds out you weren't supposed to marry him

watching him train

the moments after you two got married

he sees you not wearing your ring

arranged marriage!gojo tag (everything to do with him)

Leaked S5 episode

me when i get asked why i suddenly dislike a character (but i can’t tell them it’s because i read a fanfic where said character made y/n’s life miserable and now i have personal beef with them)

uncle gogo = gojo, for those confused

career day at the sukuna household is not for the weak.

at the tender age of five, your daughter is no longer just a visitor at her father’s company. no. today, she is there for work. she arrives at the office in her best outfit—tiny blazer, tiny briefcase, tiny attitude—ready to take on the corporate world. sukuna, ever the supportive father, plays along.

"alright, kid," he says as they step into his office, adjusting the little lanyard around her neck that says junior executive (custom-made, obviously). "first day on the job. you ready?"

"mm-hmm." she nods seriously, clutching her briefcase like it holds state secrets. "good," sukuna smirks, ruffling her hair. "first order of business—don’t let the idiots boss you around."

"idiots like uncle gogo?" she asks.

"especially uncle gogo."

things go smoothly at first. your daughter sits in sukuna’s big chair, scribbling on documents (coloring books), occasionally nodding as if she understands corporate jargon. employees pop in to say hello, bringing little gifts—stickers, snacks, an absurdly large teddy bear that now sits beside her like an honorary executive.

but then, he arrives. a mid-level manager with a smile just a little too fake, eyes that linger just a little too long. your daughter, ever perceptive, immediately stiffens. the man kneels beside her chair, trying to look friendly. "and who is this little boss?" he asks, voice dripping with condescension. your daughter stares him down, face blank.

"…weird man," she declares.

the entire office goes silent. sukuna, who had been checking emails, slowly looks up.

"what?"

his daughter turns to him, completely unbothered.

"i don’t like weird man."

the manager laughs awkwardly. "kids, huh? always saying the darndest things." sukuna barely spares him a glance. "yeah. they do."

your daughter, meanwhile, has already moved on, humming as she arranges her teddy bear like it’s the new CFO. sukuna doesn’t think much of it at first. kids have weird instincts. but a few hours later—

"boss," one of his executives says, looking grim. "we have a problem." sukuna doesn’t look up from his laptop. "when don’t we?"

"it’s about him."

the name that follows is the same weird man his daughter had called out earlier. sukuna finally looks up.

"what about him?"

"he’s been embezzling funds. we just caught the discrepancies in the accounts—tens of thousands missing. and, uh..." the executive hesitates. "he’s also been at the center of multiple employee harassment complaints. HR covered it up, but—"

CRACK.

everyone in the office flinches. sukuna has broken his pen in half.

by the end of the day, weird man is ex-employee weird man. security drags him out kicking and screaming, and the company lawyers are already preparing a case. sukuna, meanwhile, sits back in his chair, arms crossed as he watches his daughter—his psychic daughter—methodically stacking staplers like it’s part of an intricate business strategy.

"so," he says, tapping his fingers against the desk. "you got anything else for me, little oracle?"

she looks up at him, blinking.

"uncle gogo steals candy from your office."

sukuna sighs. "of course he does."

No cheaters here!

pairing - jjk boys

genre - pure crack + fluff

warnings!! - a little suggestiveness in Geto and Sukuna's parts but otherwise pure fluff

a/n - basically that trend about "how do you know for a fact that your boyfriend won't cheat on you?" I remember that one girl with her boyfriend who was obsessed with Pokemon, and then I thought of him being Yuuji, and here we are. These are really short, so like mini mini drabbles each.

Yuuji

"Babe? Can you explain the plot of Human Earthworm to me again?" You asked, sitting in bed with your phone camera pointed towards your boyfriend. He quickly swivelled around his gaming chair, abandoning whatever game he was playing to give you all his attention with the biggest grin imaginable.

"Movie order or timeline order because there's a huge difference babe. Movie order goes from main story to spinoff to sequel then another spin-off which actually plays more like the actual first part but not really and if you do it in timeline order you should actually start with the plot of the fourth movie because-" He rambled, getting up from his seat and walking about the room while gesturing his arms.

You hummed and nodded along to his words, trying to hold back your clear amusement at his excitement to your interest. "You can stop now baby, thank you for sharing." You chuckled, watching as he stopped right in his tracks. He looked confused but smiled nonetheless. "Anytime babe! Anything else you need?"

"Nope!" You chirped, blowing him a kiss. He grabbed your air kiss and held it close to his chest with a wide grin. Yeah, you could never mistrust that absolute dork.

Megumi

No words needed to be said as you tilted the camera towards your chest, a mass of black hair obscuring the camera for a second. Your hand combed through Megumi's soft hair carefully, occasionally scratching or untangling knots you come across. You held the camera even higher, and it showed your boyfriend dozing on your chest with a peaceful look. You removed your hand from his hair, placed it on the back of the couch, and waited.

Megumi turned his head to look up at you, confused, not noticing the camera. He pouted, grabbed your hand off the couch and placed it back on his head. You waited a few seconds before a loud muffled groan rumbled on your chest and he turned his head to pout up at you again. You could barely hold back your giggles at his absolutely betrayed face and began scratching his head again with a kiss to his forehead. He sighed with a smile and turned to snuggle back into his earlier position.

He was probably going to be pissed once he saw the video and while you'd never post it without his permission, he was absolutely never going to live this down.

Gojo

"Hey babe, can I ask you something?"

Gojo glanced up from his cereal bowl of ungodly sugary proportions and swallowed, nodding slowly with squinted eyes. A little offensive since he was the one who usually came up with the weird questions on the regular. You barely held back an eye roll but decided to keep going.

"How much do you love me?" You asked with a sweet smile. You didn't have enough time to blink before he teleported in front of you, gripping your shoulders with a mischievous look. His pupils fought against the stark blue of his eyes like an expanding black hole just itching to consume his irises. A wobbly smile sat on his lips as he slowed his breathing to contain his obvious excitement.

He quickly started listing hundreds of details about you, each more unique than the last. You felt your heart swoon when he paused to grin at you and kiss your cheeks as he rambled on and on with a dreamy sigh every time he took a breath and continued.

The video went absolutely viral for obvious reasons, but hey, you had him, and they didn't, so who really won in the end?

Geto

"Babe, what are you doing?" You chuckled, positioning your phone against a vase on the kitchen island, a little way from your husband who was standing over the counter. He grabbed you by the waist and kissed your neck with a soft smile.

"The girls were talking about going out shopping later, so I'm writing a list for each of you. It shouldn’t take long, but if you want to change first, that's fine. The girls said they'll be down in a second."

You plucked the phone from his hands and looked down at the screen with a barely hidden smile.

"Suguru, this just says 'whatever my loves want, they get'. This isn't a list?" You giggled while tapping the screen, "Also this note was made literally the day we went on our first date??"

He pressed a kiss into your hairline and glanced over into the camera of your phone.

"Hm, but it's the truth, isn't it?"

The video went viral in less than a day. Eventually, you had to make another video announcing that no, you would not be sharing your husband or his hair routine. Figures.

Nanami

"Hey honey, what are you up to?" You chuckled from behind the camera pointed at your husband. He glanced up from his position on the floor, giving you an incredulous but amused look. He sat in a mess of screws, tools, planks of wood, and papers filled with instructions.

"I believe I'm helping you remodel the living room to fit with your new interests. You put this table in the cart a few weeks ago, and I was hoping I could get it finished before we go out for dinner tonight."

You made a confused sound and turned the camera on yourself for a second.

"We're going out? Since when?"

"You mentioned a new restaurant had opened down the street from your office. I decided to make a reservation for tonight. If you'd like to go shopping for anew outfit before then, my card is on the counter top and I've already taken your purse so no switching them."

Your mouth gaped open like a fish for a second before a weird mixture of a squeal and giggle bubbled out of you.

"You're so sweet Ken!" You cooed, putting the phone aside and launching yourself at your husband, giggling and kissing him off camera. It took a week for the video to lose traction and it caused at least two divorces during that time. Not that you knew that, you were too busy snugging up to your husband on your weekly date.

Toji

You were lying on your bed, tilting your camera to face your dozing, specimen of a fiance. A miracle in itself that you managed to convince him to marry you, but that was a thought for another day.

"Hey babe? Would you ever cheat on me?" You asked innocently, carefully holding back a laugh as he cracked his eyes open to look at you very unamused. He kept staring at you as if his expression were answer enough, but judging from your matched expression, you wanted a verbal one.

"No, I will never cheat on you, ya little brat. Do you think I got time for all that falling-in-love shit again? You're stuck with me for life, got it?" He grunted, reaching out and grabbing you by the waist to pull you into his embrace. "Now turn that stupid phone off and sleep."

You snickered and kissed his cheek on camera with a soft "Thank you for answering baby."

If your viewers saw him smile and blush, no, they didn't.

Choso

You tilted your camera to face your boyfriend sitting on your couch. Your boyfriend sat with a pile of flowers, paper, ribbons, glue and other crafting materials, working intently with precise focus. His eyebrows furrowed tightly as he meticulously tied a mini bouquet together.

"Choso? What are you doing, love?" You asked from behind the camera, watching as your boyfriend looked up confused. When he noticed the camera, his eyes lit up with recognition, and he looked down bashful at his lap.

"Your little cousins said that they were jealous every time I bring you flowers when I drop by and that they've never gotten any flowers before so I wanted to make them their own for the next time we visit. Also, one for your mom because she's nice to me when we visit, and I wanted to say thank you to her for letting me date you." He said softly before turning back to his work with a slight blush on his cheeks.

His cheeks only grew brighter as the soft coo from you at his sheer adorableness.

Sukuna

You tried hard to hide your grin as you turned the camera towards your lover, glaring at some papers Uraume had left him. He always looked so hot while he was working, but right now, you had a mission to prove to the world that he was the biggest teddy bear ever. By the twitch of his eyebrow, you could tell he felt your eyes on him, so you decided to break the silence.

"Kuna, would you love me if-" you started before you were cut off by a long, drawn-out groan by your lover. He looked at you very unamused before dropping his pen and leveling you with a glare that would normally strike fear into anyone who dared look in his eyes. Except for you, of course. You thought it was hilarious.

"Yes I would love you if you were a worm, no I would not kiss my last ex to save your life because I would simply break up with you, kiss you and then claim you again, yes I would kiss you for a million dollars because you are the prettiest person in the world and no, you still can't hold it while I piss." He rambled off in a flat tone. You snorted and slapped a hand over your mouth as you nodded shakily. While you snickered at his attitude, Sukuna mumbled something about stupid humans and their even more stupid questions.

Yeah, I don't think he has the mental ability to look for anyone at this rate.