Besties!!!!

Flashback to s3 of stranger things when Steve was tripping absolute balls after being drugged🤭😵‍💫

*y/n and ghost skipping stones on a lake*

y/n: it’s such a beautiful evening.

ghost, whispering: take that you fucking lake.

Let’s play a game of Laster tag!!!!!!!!!

You In or not???????

By the way I can’t imagine Hannibal lecter ever playing a game of laser tag but it’s fun to imagine.

Jason / Brahms x Japanese Reader

☆ Hope you like these, dear anon <3 ☆

-> Summary: Headcanons, Reader's gender is not specified, flulff.

-> Warnings / Triggers: mentions of food

Please tell me if you find any mistake

Jason

• He doesn't know anything about the outside world, or at least outside the USA, probably not even outside the forest

• But he's more than willing to learn!!

• Japanese sounds so foreign to him... he doesn't understand anything but he loves the way it sounds!

• There is a huge difference between Japanese traditional dishes and what he is used to

• But he loves to try them all <3 he'll tell you his favourites and his not so much and will beg you about making them often

• Show him photos of your favourite places of Japan !!

• He thinks it looks so unique and different

• Who knows, maybe one day you could bring him there

• Now that's his goal <3

Brahms

• Now he does know where Japan is

• But he's so confused yet surprised about your culture !!

• When he first sees you writing japanese characters he thinks you're drawing

• "Wait you mean those are words??"

• You giggle softly "well, more like syllables"

• "HOW?" "Oh, that looks like a mouse chasing its tail"

• "I've never seen it that way"

• He's all willing to learn it but it sometimes overwhelms him a little because he is very excited and wants to learn all in a single day

• About food !!

• He's not fan of trying new things

• So the best way to convince him is eating it in front of him and describing it to him

• Tell him how your favourite dishes taste and how you feel eating them and he'll beg you to try !! Maybe he even chooses a favourite and includes it into his menu

• About going together to Japan, I don't really think Brahms can be convinced of travelling

• But if you describe him your favourite places, show him pictures or read him books about it he'll be more than happy

• Also he is very interested in japanese folk tales, so from now on you MUST narrate him one everyday before going to bed

• But choose carefully the story and don't tell scary ones

• Or you'll end up having to calm him if he has nightmares about them in the middle of the night

🎄✨ Merry Christmas from Task Force 141! 🎄✨

2022 has been a helluva year. Celebrate the wonderful Christmas day with old friends like Alex🦿, Farah🌞, and Nikolai🕶️. May we gain more friends like Alejandro🛖 and Rudy🦌, and get rid of people like Graves🪦 and Shepherd🐑 in our lives!

Let us welcome 2023 with hopeful hearts,

Stay Frosty!

- 141 -

💰🧢💀🧼

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Laswell made the gingerbread cookies. Unfortunately, cookie!Alex's left leg cracked, while cookie!Graves were the only one came out burnt (for some reason).

Merry Christmas! 🎄✨

Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

RAIN MUST FALL

─ An Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader smut imagine

─ Warnings: sex, oral sex (receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, soft but teasing Ani <3

─ Summary: Anakin wakes up to the beautiful scenery of his wife and the rain, and he simply can’t help himself but indulge in the beauty in front of him.

─ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Anakin Skywalker woke up to the sound of rain pelting across the window, the sounds of thunderstorms rang in the distance.

The sky was grey and cloudy, the outside reminded him of the neverending rain on Kamino–the cloning facility, that place never seemed to see the light of day, and now, it seemed as if that dreadful thunderstorm over Kamino had rolled its way into the skies of Coruscant.

Anakin liked the rain. He didn’t prefer it, but he liked it. He liked that it wasn’t the awful sandstorms of Tatooine or of Geonosis. It always helped him find peace–it had the same effect as if he were in the Jedi Temple, in the room of a Thousand Fountains. He thought back to it briefly–he hadn’t been there since he was a padawan, it would be nice to revisit, though he hardly had time for anything these days. The war had always pounded at his back door, begging for his attention elsewhere, instead of finding peace for his own self.

Although, there was one thing he had time for, and he would always make time for, and that was his wife. He would make time for her over his own needs any day.

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Thinking about

Husband!Price who is so horribly, atrociously down bad for his wife. Like loves her more than breathing. She’s just had their first baby and poor girl is DEPRESSED about how her body looks. She’s been hiding herself from John because she’s afraid he won’t like her anymore, but my man is NOT having that. Maybe some angst to comfort to smut if you’re comfortable??🥰

of course! i believe with my entire ass that price is the biggest simp for his wife. the only ex he's ever had, ex-gf and ex-fiancee turned wife. so if you ask him then that's all he's gonna bring up bc you're his one and only. so of course he's going to notice if there's something amiss in his wife's attitude :(

he'd probably have taken the baby to play with while he can make sure mama gets her rest. but the baby falls asleep on him fast since they love being cuddled up against his big, warm chest. so when he tries to sneak back into the bedroom to put the baby down (bc mans would not let the baby out of his sight and if it wants to sleep, it can do so under his watchful eye), he catches you standing up and trying to get dressed instead of sleeping. he's about to just walk in until he hears you huff and let out a little cry.

and that's when he realizes that you've angled yourself in front of the mirror while pulling at your skin to reveal the stretch marks you've gotten from the pregnancy. sees how you've thrown a bunch of your maternity wear onto the ground. the most recent addition being the sleep shirt you were just wearing, one that john had bought you, as you crumple it into a ball and sigh angrily. you hated how it looked on you, or rather, how you looked.

and it absolutely broke his heart to see his wife so upset over her changed appearance. but in his eyes it made you glow so much! :( the mother of his child, his wife, his little love. ugh! of course he'd have to do something about it. and for the first time, john sets the baby down in nursery crib instead of in bed between you two.

"whatchu up to, lovie?" john's voice rumbles into the quiet room. and just makes his way over to you in hugs you from behind so he can watch your face in the mirror. he can see the way you're trying to cover up. which is a hard feat when he's already got you wrapped up in his arms.

"where's the baby?" you stutter out.

"'n the nursery. decided it's probably good to get some crib time. and i wanted to spend time with my wife." you melt into his arms, but the insecurities stay solid within you. he sees the way you can't meet his face and glance at your figure as it shows through the gaps of his arms.

he hums as he watches those wandering eyes. as much as he wants to believe it's because of those beefy arms around your waist, he knows better. instead just starts kissing the side of your face, then down your neck and to your shoulders.

"what are you doing, john?" you ask while resting palms over the backs of his hands. he rubs his face into your neck and hums, casually glancing up at you in the reflection.

"loving on my wife. why? got a problem with it?" he smiles and then rests his chin on your shoulder. starts to roam his hands over your body. it makes you squeal since you're wearing only panties right now, having been caught changing by him.

"john!"

he silences you by using a hand to turn you to kiss him. he presses a sweet, tender kiss to you. much like the ones he gives you when saying hello in the mornings and when he comes home. and his eyes? oh, they look at you with so much adoration. a dopey smile on his face and cheeks flushed as he takes you in.

"god, i'm in love with you. you know that?" he whispers to you. he then turns you back to the mirror so you can look at yourself. he rests his hands on your hips so you aren't hidden by his arms anymore. "you're perfect. don't matter what you looked like then and now and then after. love this beautiful body, love this warm heart, love this fantastic mind. i love this beautiful woman." he squeezes gently at your hips and hums behind you. it makes you tear up a bit and then he gently pushes you towards the bed.

"where are we-"

"can i show you how much i love you? how obsessed i am with you?" he asks you, eyes determined to do just that. it has you choking on your words and you're already sitting on the edge of the bed as he strips himself of his shirt already. you don't have too much of a fight in you as he crawls over you and kindly pushes you down, a hand cradling your face.

"but, john. don't i look... weird? we can wait a little longer and i can start trying to go to the gym."

"we can work out just fine by doing this," he teases with a slight smirk. he raises his eyebrows provocatively and it has you flushing even more.

"but i look-"

"like a goddess, love. s'nothing i don't love about you." he kisses you sweetly and then settles his weight a little more on you, shifting between your legs and wrapping them around his waist. "and i mean it. nothing i don't love 'bout you."

"john," you whisper out, but he kisses you again. keeps kissing you until the doubt about your own body starts to melt away because you're too focused on how his hands lovingly trace up and down your sides.

"c'mon, my sweet wife. you look amazing like this."

it makes you sigh a little, as if finally giving into his wishes. but it does warm your heart at how earnest he is. and not a shred of doubt in the look he gives you. but you're pretty sure there's a little bit of hunger in them.

"but i just gave birth."

"never looked better." he grins and rakes his eyes down your body. now you're pretty convinced. and if you weren't before, you can visibly see the way his boxers shift on their own. "in fact, what if you give me another one. bet you'll look like a dream."

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Hi idk how to use this app to send a request but can I request RZ!michael reuniting with his childhood lover after he escapes from Smith Grove, with lots of fluff and possible smut pls?

hey anon! hope you're okay with headcanons. & you requested perfectly don't worry :) & im sorry if he is ooc this is still new to me so if anything is too ooc please lmk! ngl im nervous as fuck

* reader knew Michael before and after so the connection is a bit stronger.

* light nsfw vibes.

not proof read!

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Michael had grown attached to you rather quickly at a young age. You understood him, never asked questions, never gave him weird looks or talked behind his back. Before he knew it you were his best and only friend— this bond he created with you lasted many years.

Unfortunately you were let out earlier than expected due to your improvement and good behavior. The day he heard the news wasn't easy on him to say the least. He felt alone— again. Why did you, of all people here, have to leave? Michael definitely snapped a few times at guards and nurses. Dr. Loomis wouldn't stop pestering him about you, asking ridiculous questions. And in his mind everything about you is meant to stay a secret. Only Michael knows you deep down to the core and he intends on keeping it that way.

The only thought that remained in his brain was you. And after his escape it didn't change. If anything the desire to find you only grew, it was almost unbearable and had his stomach in anxious knots the closer he got. Seeing your house made him hold in a breath. He listened carefully and walked slowly into the backyard— his heart smiled at the sight of an old tire swing he used to push you on as kids. Sometimes he pushed too hard and you often got scared which always made him laugh internally.

Michael didn't waste any time. No unnecessary stalking, he didn't even want to make you feel paranoid. And while his intentions were genuine it still didn't help the panic that flooded through your veins the second you saw him in your house, bloody and silent— it never bothered you until that moment. He simply stared at you and breathed evenly, he felt at peace from seeing you face to face again. Michael didn't understand why you were backing away from him with wide, teary eyes. He eventually dropped the stained knife and took a step forward. Within a minute he was in front of you, your emotions interested him more than ever— somehow he managed to calm your nerves by taking off the mask. Seeing him in the flesh helped a lot, it reminded you that it was your best friend, someone you can always trust.

Since he is already so bonded with you it didn't take long before he made himself at home— hiding away in your house and sharing a bed, eating dinner together, watching tv, etc. At first sharing a room together was awkward since he is naturally bigger and took up more space so he ended up crashing on the couch several times to give you the space he believed you deserved. However, it didn't last too long. Michael wants to be close, closer than any normal friend would be. His body guided him with instincts and thankfully you allowed him to do whatever he longed for.

Of course he took it with steps— there's no way he'd force himself onto you, he understands your boundaries and respects them since you respect his. It's only fair.

First he started laying in bed every night instead of the uncomfortable couch. Then it escalated to him brushing against you, sharing warmth and affection without words. Michael only touched you when it was invited with a nod or a faint whisper of consent. His hold on you felt odd because of how he went about it— placing his large hand on your arm, squeezing it a couple times before falling asleep and basically breathing down your neck from behind.

The affectionate gestures turned sexual after a few months. He'd be lying if he said he didn't think about it way before though. And since he's inexperienced he allowed you to control the pace of it all. But don't get too ahead of yourself! Michael is definitely in control of everything else so be careful.

Michael uses sex to bond with you most of the time so don't get too upset if it seems like he's only after pleasure. You enjoy it— that's his motivation to keep going, he likes making you feel good because of all the sweet and dirty praise you give him in return.

Michael probably loved you romantically years ago but had no way of identifying what exactly he felt due to the environment so now he is making up for lost time. Don't be afraid to set boundaries though! Michael will listen and takes your comfort into consideration more than you think. A relationship with Michael is based on mutual respect, understanding, affection.

Also he's extremely possessive and jealous.. you're his best friend, his person, his s/o.