dinner sisters

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Valentine’s Day Special #2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language

Word Count : 2,434

Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.

“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.

“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”

You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.

“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Nah, just water.”

Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.

You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.

For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.

“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”

You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.

“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”

“The asshole.” He cut you off.

“Woah, language.” You teased.

He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”

“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”

“So?” He drawled out.

You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.

“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.

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Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include...

Originally posted by joeck

Requested to do the ‘dating Zach Dempsey would include’ but with a booknerd fem!reader :)


- Getting to see how smart Zach is, everyone thought Zach was under average when it came to smarts but when you start to date him you find out just how smart he is, not in the stereotypical Asian guy can do any math way, he was terrible at math but he was an A+ bio student and knew more about marine life than anyone you’ve ever met.

- Hand holding lots of hand holding, Zach is big on holding hands whether it’s while you’re walking to class or under the table during lunch or even at the library while he stands patiently next to you as you take your time looking at all the books, you don’t mind all the hand holding since your hands are always cold and Zach’s much larger ones are always so warm and soft.

- Going on dates to the aquarium, your favourite place to go to on weekend dates is the aquarium, you like watching all the fish swim around therapeutically and you love watching Zach’s eyes light up as he sees the aquatic animals he’s usually reading and studying about in textbooks.

- Cuddling on cold rainy days, Zach is a massive teddy bear when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be cuddled and also loves to be the cuddler and when it’s a cold rainy day that’s the perfect time to sit on the couch and watch movies while cuddling each other.

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“So, Mom and Dad are gone for the night, so I thought I’d make you dinner!” My sister squealed excitedly. She was too cute for words when she came up with her brother/sister bonding ideas.

“That sounds really great. What are you going to make?” My eyes wandered her body as I waited for her answer. I could never get enough of my little sister.

“Chicken Stir Fry. One of your favorites!” She winked at me. I nodded, telling her how much I’d love her to cook me dinner, and she giggled and ran off to her room.

Twenty minutes later she returned. My eyes locked on her immediately. Her jeans were gone, but what remained were a very cute, very tight pair of panties. She wore a plain white t-shirt that clung to her skin. I could see how hard her nipples were underneath. And finally, thigh-high socks. She knows all my weaknesses by now. She walked by me towards the kitchen, giving me a sly glance and a wink.

She grabbed the small apron off the wall, tying it around herself. All it did was put more focus on her plump little ass. As she made her way through the kitchen, gathering ingredients and turning on the stove, all I could do was watch as her perfectly round bottom bounced with every step. I started to rub my cock through my jeans as I let my eyes wander. She glanced over to me occasionally, seeing the state she put me in, and smiling before returning her focus to the preparation of dinner.

I watched her as she cut the chicken, then placed the pieces in the hot frying pan. The sizzling chicken was enough to cover the sound of my footsteps as I snuck up behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder, startling her for a moment. “Hey! The kitchen is for chefs only! Get out of her” She mocked, but I didn’t leave. I brushed her hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck. I leaned down and pressed my lips against the sensitive skin. She moaned and closed her eyes, absentmindedly stirring the chicken. As I planted wet kisses all over her neck, one of her arms reached up, wrapping itself around my head. “Oh god that’s good…” she groaned as she ran her fingers through my hair. The hand holding the spatula slowed the more I kissed her, too distracted to keep stirring. And when my left hand crawled up her belly, under her shirt, and grasped one of her breasts, it fell from her hand, landing noisily on the floor. “Fuck…” she muttered as my hand groped her perky breast.

My right hand was rubbing her lower back, then slid it down, under the back of the panties. She gasped as my finger made its way down her crack, between her glorious cheeks. “Where do you want it…” I whispered into her ears. She bit her lower lip and moaned something under her breath. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” I teased my finger against her puckered little hole.

“In my ass. Please, fuck my ass.” I pushed inside, which made her slap her hand down on the counter, supporting herself up as my finger invaded her asshole. “Oh god, fuck me!” She breathed. I started pumping my finger in and out of her ass, still kissing her neck and groping her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. I saw her hand slide under her panties, and she started furiously rubbing her clit as I fingered her ass. “Oh god, you couldn’t have waited till after dinner?”

“No.” I said simply. “Cum for me.” My little sisters body began to shutter, and legs shaking. I put my arm around her waist, holding her up but still pumping my finger in her ass as she rubbed her pussy. She moaned in my arms, drooling as her orgasm spread through her body like a wild fire. Her thighs quivered and her ass squeezed around my finger as filth slipped from her mouth. “Shit, fuck… Fuck my ass, please!”

When she finally came down and was able to stand up on her own again, she turned to me, legs still shaking and unsteady. She smiled weakly at me and hugged me.

As I held my little sister in my arms, my nose picked up something that, in our lust haze, we hadn’t noticed until now. We both looked at the frying pan at the same time, and sighed. “We burned the chicken…” I said apologetically. “Sorry, sis.”

She just smiled. “It’s OK. We can just order out tonight.” She grabbed the pan, and set it down in the sink, and turned off the stove top. Grabbing the phone off the wall and handing it to me, she said “Here, you call. I’m thinking pizza. And while we wait for them to get here…” she reached her hand to the bulge in my jeans, rubbing it and licking her lips.

I just hope he payed for it. It was his fault after all. ;)

picture alex picking up maggie at the bar. she’s late, so some girl is already hitting on maggie, far too close for alex’s liking. so alex saunters up and introduces herself…to maggie. she gives maggie a look letting her know to play along, and maggie doesn’t disappoint. imagine alex using some cheesy line and maggie turning to the girl from before and rolling her eyes like, “can you believe this?” but then she turns back to alex and is like, “yeah, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” so alex pretends to think for a second and then climbs into maggie’s lap and straddles her on the chair while they make out for a full minute. then when alex pulls back, maggie’s like, “hey, did you forget we have dinner plans with your sister tonight?” and they continue to have a normal conversation until the girl, who is shook, gets up and leaves. they laugh about it for a minute before m’gain comes over rolling her eyes and is like, “you guys really need to come up with a new bit.”

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local gay spends the night at his crush’s house, what happens next will warm your heart

tags: high school au, pining keith


The one thing Keith knows is that Lance smells amazing.

It’s first thing Keith had noticed about him. He smells like lavender; it’s his shampoo, Keith found out after spending the night at Lance’s in freshman year. The sweet smell reminds him of those Lush stores Shiro used to drag him to. Shiro’d ask him which conditioner he should buy for Keith because yes, Keith, you should take of yourself. Keith would point to whatever and try not to stare at the gorgeous employees. He likes the loud ones, with nice bright smiles and lips that aren’t chapped, pretty boys with–

“Hey, Keith-a-roo, are you listening to me?”

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Some time ago, our brother Branwell became involved with a married woman. Somehow that two-bit hussy Jane Austen found out about it.

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 3.

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 3564

A/n: Oooh, the drama in this chapter, hohohoho


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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Originally posted by kairamelo

It’s 6pm and you’re still sitting in the kitchen. Ever since you woke up you’ve been running around the house with a broom and a map, listening to your mother-in-law’s instructions on where to clean next. You’re exhausted by now, but you can’t really disappoint a woman when the family dinners mean everything to her.

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Cool Down- Steve x Reader(f) -Chapter 2

Authors notes: I’m blown away with the notes that the first part got and it was suggested that I do a part 2 so, naturally, I decided to make this a series lol Hope you like this chapter as much as the last one :)

Notes/Warnings: Fluff, nerves and anxiety

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“You invited him to a wedding?!” Natasha was squirming on your bed. It was as if your words were painful to hear.

 “I thought you’d be happier about this.” You grinned as you packed your suitcase. You carefully hung your bridesmaids dress on the back of your door so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. “You’ve been nagging me to ask him out for months now.”

 “Yeah, but a wedding?” She raised her eyebrows to a painful height. “(Y/N), weddings are for when you’ve been dating a while and you want to see how he reacts to commitment, as in marriage, taking him to a wedding is testing him about marriage. You two have only been dating for a grand total of two days.”

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Wait, You’re Not Together?

In which everyone sees the way they act around each other

Kara still claims they’re “just friends” and “it’s how friends act around each other”

Also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10521051

Kara furrows her brows as she reads the text one more time.

Because after months (twelve months and thirteen days to be exact), Cat Grant (Ms. Grant) showed a sign that she’s alive, well and is, in fact, up to date on what’s happening in National City.

It’s a simple message, three lines, and Kara surely reads it at least four times and she still doesn’t get it:

10:25am – [received from Ms. Grant] – Just read your last article on L-Corp and Lena Luthor. I hope she treats you well.

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Auston Matthews - Reunited

After reading so many Auston stories I thought I’d give it a go at my own. Written at midnight so forgive me if there are errors.
Prompt: you’re unexpectedly about to reunite with your childhood best friend over dinner at his family’s house. Feelings from the past 10 years will come up.
Word count: 1391
Warnings: none. All fluff.
You’re standing in the middle of a grocery aisle unable to move after the mother of your childhood best friend invited you over for dinner that evening. Auston Matthews is coming back home to Arizona and you haven’t seen him in years. You two used to be inseparable. In elementary he’d go on and on about the zamboni to you and you’d tease him for loving a sport on ice when you live in the desert.
Auston freaking Matthews. Damn, you missed that name. Since he’d gone off to Switzerland to pursue hockey you two hadn’t been as close. But, now, you were hoping for the best. You have less than 4 hours to get yourself together to be reunited with the only boy who would play rough with you during recess in elementary.
Once you snap to, you immediately check out of the grocery store and hurry home. What do you wear tonight? How should you do your hair? Does it even matter? He’s always seen you as such a tomboy. You have his number jersey already. Should you just wear that? Is that over thinking it? What. Do. You. DO?!
You’re laying down in your bed as all these questions fill your head. There’s a photo of you two, probably around 10 years old, tacked to your cork board above your desk. Auston has a smirk on his face and his elbow resting on your shoulder as your arms are crossed with a look of annoyance. Yeah, he wouldn’t care too much if you showed up in ripped jeans and a messy ponytail. You’ve always been that comfortable around him.
You decide to put on a light amount of make up, (unripped) jeans, and a nice floral blouse.
You still can’t believe Auston is coming home for such a short amount of time and his mother wants you to join them for their intimate family time together.
Also tacked to your cork board, directly underneath your photo together, is a wristband that says “best friends” on it. You two got them in 6th grade when you went to an arcade together and completely demolished him in every shooting game you both played.
You leave your house around sunset with your 6th grade bracelet hugging your wrist. You hope it’ll be a good conversation starter so you and Auston can easily fall back into the swing of things. As you are approaching his family’s house your stomach is filled with butterflies.
Stepping up to the front door you take a deep breath and exhale as many of the nerves you’ve built up that you can. You ring the door bell and wait. Playing with your thumbs as you hear footsteps approach the door.
“Hey!” Auston answers as he swings open the door. He immediately pulls you in for a big hug. “(Y/N) I’ve missed you!”
You’re completely caught up in his embrace. “I’ve missed you as well, Auston.”
As you both pull out of the sincere embrace he takes you by the hand and leads you inside.
“Mom just finished hooking it UP with dinner. You came just in time.” He smiles at you as you’re led into the dining room. You say, “hi.” To his parents and sister.
Dinner was amazing. You realized you also missed his mom’s cooking. She’d always make meals when you’d go over in the summertime to play. The dinner consisted of small talk and mostly his dad bugging him to know all the details of living in Canada and hockey. The entire time you were sitting next to Auston and he’d look over every few minutes with a smile and thank you for joining them.
Once dinner is over, the entire family excuses themselves for their nightly routine. Auston takes you into his parent’s backyard to continue the night. You two sit down on a lovely cushioned bench under the starry Arizona sky.
“How are you?” He asks. Genuinely wanting a truthful answer.
You shrugged, “I still live in Arizona so I don’t think I’m as well off as you.” He laughs and nods in agreement.
“I’m really glad my mom bumped into you today. I had lost your number when I moved out and really wanted to see you.” He said, scooting closer to you on the bench so your legs were touching.
“I’m glad too.” You smile and look down at your feet. He begins to run his finger across your wristband. “Wow, you still have this?” He asked.
“I know, silly, right?” You say. A bit embarrassed now that you actually wore it.
He lifts your chin with his finger and smiles at you.
“Yeah, silly.” He smirks.
“Ah, Auston Matthews. King of teasing me.” You say as you playfully push at his chest. He chuckles and then reaches to hold your hand. His fingers now interlaced with yours.
“Thank you for wearing this. I realize you’re the only person in this city who I can still have a good talk with without any of my career stuff being the main focus.” He states as he kisses your hand adorned with the best friend bracelet on it.
You smile at him, “well, Mr. big-shot hockey man. What made you think I came over to do anything else other than grovel over your Hockey God existence??” You both burst into laughter.
“Oh, I definitely missed this. Thank you.” He sighs while letting go of your hand and proceeding to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You easily rest your body against his and are content with the next few moments of silence. You grab his hand that’s resting in his lap. Both of your hands exploring his fingers and caressing his palm. He carefully placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He says, sounding a little shakey.
“Auston Matthews, am I making you nervous?” You giggle.
“Honestly? The thought of seeing you again scared me so much. I remember you being the only girl to challenge me at anything. Damn,(Y/N) you knew how to push my buttons.” He laughs. You kiss his thumb that you’ve been playing with.
“Thank you for not changing one bit, Auston.” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from yours and places it on your jaw. Moving your face towards his.
His eyes explore your expression as your heart is practically beating out of your chest. His thumb caressing the side of your face. You begin blushing and try to turn away.
He whispers, “please… I’ve been waiting since the 3rd grade to do this.” And pulls your face back towards his leaving no room between your lips. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and kiss back.
It’s slow and loving. He takes his time giving you sweet pecks and runs his hand down your back. This sends a chill up your spine and goosebumps appear all over your body.
You pull away, trying to catch your breath. This kissing wasn’t intense but you had so many nerves worked up since you had also been waiting a long time to do that. You both giggle into each other. Leaning your foreheads against each other.
“(Y/N) again, I can’t thank you enough for showing up.” He said. A wide smile gleaming across his face. He has your coral colored lipstick on his lips and you erupt into laughter. Seeing how good your lipstick looks on him makes you want to kiss him more. Not so much that he looks good but that it’s empowering to see it on him. It gives you the same feeling you had years ago when you had beat him at all those arcade games in the 6th grade.
“You have a little something on your lips,” you finally explain why you laughed so suddenly after he was trying to have a genuine moment with you.
“Oh, do I??” He grins then attacking your cheek and neck with tickling kisses.
You laugh, “okay, okay I think it’s gone. Whatever was on your lips is gone”
You cuddle up to his warm body as he wraps his arms around you.
“I could stay like this forever, Matthews,” you whisper as you draw circles on his arm with your finger tips.
“Then, stay forever.” He suggests as he gives you a tight squeeze.

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique


Summary: You tag along on a family vacation with Shawn and his family and thing get a little steamy.

Requested: Yes

Shawn laughed at something his sister said as we exited the hotel elevator, the sound bringing a smile to my face. After a month of touring and a few weeks of recording, Shawn’s management has given him some time off. So, we are in Florida with Shawn younger sister and his parents.

He seems really happy and relaxed. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him like that. Shawn interlaced his hand with mine, slightly startling me. I look up to find his concerned brown eyes looking down on me. I gave him a smile as Aaliyah bounded down the hallway and into the room she shared with her parents.

I got the card key to the room Shawn and I shared and swiped it, opening the door. Shawn and I made our way into the room, closing the door behind us. I started to make my way to the bathroom when Shawn pulled me close.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked our hands still interlaced. His brown eyes looked into mine full of concern. I nodded my head.  

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”Shawn shrugged.

“I don’t know. You just seemed distant.”

“I was just thinking.” I explained.

“About what?”

“About you. It’s interesting watching you interact with your family. Watching you relax.” I explained. Shawn gave me a confused look. “There’s just different sides of you. There’s the professional work Shawn and then there’s the older brother and son Shawn.”

“Which one do you like?” He asked with a smile. I smiled back.

“I like both of them.” I whispered, giving him a peck on the lips. I started to make my way to the bathroom again when Shawn wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his lips on mine. I started to kiss back as his arms tightened around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. The kiss was slow and full of passion. I let out a moan as Shawn pressed me up against the nearest wall. I ran my hands through his hair, slightly tugging at it, causing him to moan.

I wrapped my legs around his torso as he picked me up and made his way to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. Once we got there, he laid me down gently and started to attack my neck with kisses. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on me. I bit down on my bottom lip as he grazed over my soft spot.

“Shawn,” I panted. “We can’t. Your family’s in the next room.”

“I guess we’ll have to be quiet then.” He whispered in my ear, turning me on. I felt his hands travel down my body until he got to the waistline of my pants. I let out a shiver as his hands traveled down my stomach. He started unzipping my pants, sliding them off of me until I was in my underwear. His eyes racked my body as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip.

He started to rub me slowly through my underwear, causing me to throw my head back against the pillow. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan. Shawn started to rub me faster, creating more pleasure. I gripped the comforter under me as I tried to hold back my moans. He knows what he’s doing to me. Finally, I couldn’t take anymore and Shawn knew that when he crashed his lips against mine, swallowing the moans that escaped my lips.  

“Shawn…Baby, no teasing.” I breathed as I started to place kisses down his neck. I heard his breathing hitch as I got closer to his soft spot. I nibbled softly at his ear, kissing the spot right under it after, driving him crazy.

“Screw it.” He mumbled under his breath as he moved my underwear to the side, pumping his finger in and out of me at a steady pace. I closed my eyes and let out a shutter. I arched my back, biting on my lip so hard I’m surprised I didn’t draw blood. Shawn placed his lips back on mine, pumping his finger faster. I left out a soft whimper, biting down on his bottom lip. He let out a grunt as he curled his finger inside me. The pleasure was starting to become overwhelming.

I quickly grabbed the nearest pillow, breaking the kiss. Shawn let out a hiss. I placed the pillow over my mouth, unable to hold in my moans. Once my high washed over me I removed the pillow, still panting.

“You bit me.” He says, smirking as he wipes the blood off his bottom lip.  

“Sorry.” I pant. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Shawn got up and answered it.

“What happened to you lip?” I hear Shawn’s mother ask. I can feel my cheek turning red.

“Oh, I tripped…over my guitar on the way in. Y/N was helping me clean it up.” Shawn lied.

“Oh. Well, I came to ask if you and Y/N would like to come have dinner with your sister, your father and I?

“Um, yeah. We’ll meet you there.” He said closing the door. He made his way back to me and I smiled.

“How long do you think we have?” I asked.

“10 minutes max before she comes and asks what’s taking so long.” Shawn replied flopping on the bed next to me.

“Good. I only need 5.” I said, placing my lips on his.

Sunday Dinner with the Family
  • Sister: are you sleeping with Marek?
  • Other sister: he's obviously sleeping with Josh
  • Dad: the three of them clearly take turns with each other
Masterlist :)

Dan Howell:

Playlist Live / Playlist Live Part 2

Dan thinks you like Phil

Daddy Dan

Dan playing with the kids

Neck touching

Dan stands up for you at school

Fancy Date

I Win

One Million Subscribers

Half Asleep

Roller Coaster

Muse & Tattoo’s

She Has Her Dad’s Eyes

Sightseeing In London

Stood Up

Can I Have This Dance?

Radio Show

The Premiere


I Do

Baby Girl

Dr. Howell

Shut Up and Dance With Me

The Whisper Challenge

Accidentally In Love


The Only Exception

The Costume Party


Jump Scares

Stressed Out

A New Baby

Since High School

Wedding Night

Poor Judgment

Coffee Shop

Sleep Talking


Kitchen Dancing

Late Night Snack

Christmas In April 


Stupid Mistake

Pushing Him Away





Critical Condition


A Day In The Life

Phil Lester:

Phil celebrates your birthday

Phil apologies after a fight

Under The Blanket


Aberdeen (DeanxReader)

You and Dean argue (DeanxReader)

The Deal (DeanxReader) ~8 Parts~

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7    Part 8

I Knew You Were Trouble (DeanxReader)

Formal Ball (DeanxReader)

The Roadhouse (DeanxReader)

I Can’t Lose You (DeanxReader)

Drabble (DeanxReader)

Just A Dream (DeanxReader)

All I Want For Christmas Is….The Winchesters! (DeanxReader)

Cheater (DeanxReader)

Be Careful (SamxReader)

Crush (SamxReader)

Seal The Deal With A Kiss (CrowleyxReader)

Half Sister (With A Twist)   /  Half Sister (With A Twist) Part 2

Demon Blood (Supernatural Imagine)/  Demon Blood Part 2/  Demon Blood Part 3


May I Deduce You? (SherlockxReader) 8 Parts

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8

Quiet People (SherlockxReader)

Why Can’t I Deduce You? (SherlockxReader)

Why Didn’t You Tell Me? (SherlockxReader)

New Years Party (SherlockxReader)

The Hospital (SherlockxReader)

It’s For A Case! (SherlockxReader)

My New Pet (Jim MoriartyxReader)/  My New Pet (Part 2)

Flatmate(Jim MoriartyxReader)

Christmas Dinner (Holmes Sister)


I Missed You (Ian HecoxxReader)

Pretty Eyes (Ian HecoxxReader)

The Ball Pit (Anthony PadillaxReader)

Live Stream (Jack HowardxReader)

Filming (Ben CookxReader)

Cop Costume (Shayne ToppxReader)

Water Balloon War (Shayne ToppxReader)

Band Members:

Back From Tour (Josh DunxReader)

Facetime (Josh DunxReader)

Little Drummer Girl (Josh DunxReader)

Insecure (Josh DunxReader)

Party (Josh DunxReader)

Tell Her You Love Her (Josh DunxReader)

I Don’t Trust Myself With Loving You (Josh DunxReader)

Morning (Josh DunxReader)

What Would You Say? (Tyler JosephxReader)

Cincinnati (Pete WentzxReader)

Snapback (Pete WentzxReader)

Rooftop (Gerard WayxReader)

The Train (Gerard WayxReader)

The Movies (Mark HoppusxReader)

Tattoo Shop (Billie Joe ArmstrongxReader)


The Walking Dead (Daryl DixonxReader)

Weeping Angels (Tenth DoctorxReader)

The Panel (Grant GustinxReader)

Comic Con (Grant GustinxReader)

Subtle Hints (Grant GustinxReader)

Keys (Russell HowardxReader)

Triwizard Tournament (Harry PotterxReader)

Alley Way (Dallas WinstonxReader) 

anonymous asked:

could you write something around the time of season 7 where mulder goes to a scully family dinner?

He’s up to his wrists in dish soap bubbles, working a yellow and green sponge over the surface of one of Maggie Scully’s plates. Scully had explained that these were the good dishes, not to be confused with the good china or the regular dishes.

“What are the regular dishes for?” he asks.

“Dinner without company.”

“And the good china?” he prods further.

“The good china is for show.”

“Ah, my mom had a set of those too,” he says. “Ones that sat in a cabinet collecting dust.”

“Mom keeps insisting that I’ll need them for my wedding.”

He bumps her hip with his and hands her the soapy dish.

“You getting married, Scully?” he asks with an impish grin.

“This far into my thirties, it’s starting to look unlikely, isn’t it?” she says as she rinses the dish and begins working a hand towel over it.

“Oh I don’t think so at all. Plenty of fish in the sea,” he says, casting about blindly for another plate to scrub.

She chuckles softly and sets the plate in the drying rack as she drapes the towel over her shoulder.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” she says, watching him scrub a stubborn bit of Beef Wellington from the bone porcelain.

“No problem, happy to do it.”

“Happy to do it?” she echoes flatly. “Even with my over-protective big brother grilling you?” she asks.

He shrugs and hands her the plate. “I’d be doing the same thing to any guy who showed up to a family dinner with my baby sister.”

She watches him for a moment, a ghost of a pout crossing her face like a passing shadow.

“I bet you would have,” she agrees quietly.  

They look every bit the unassuming suburban couple. He in a button down shirt, open at the collar and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, she in a pale pink sweater set and jeans. One would hardly know he’s got an ankle holster under his pressed khakis or that she has a .22 in her purse.

“That’s it,” he announces as he pulls the plug and the murky water begins to disappear with a hungry slurp.

She hands him the towel so he can dry off and smiles up at him as she wraps her arms around his waist, lacing her fingers together at the small of his back.

“Seriously,” she rises up on her tiptoes and kisses his lips gently. “Thank you for coming.”

He hangs the towel over the edge of the sink and folds her against his chest, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I’d go in front of a firing squad for you, Bill’s no big deal,” he says, running his palm up and down her spine.

Maggie is approaching, but pauses in the doorway, smiling as the two of them embrace.

“Leave a little room for the Holy Spirit, you two!” Bill bellows playfully as he comes up behind his mother.

Scully and Mulder both turn their attention to him, but don’t break their hold on one another. Maggie tsks and shakes her head with a playful smack against his chest.

“Get the coffee started, Bill,” she instructs. “You two come with me. I want to show you the good china, Fox.”


(Requested by Anon)

You tensed when two cold arms slithered around your waist from behind. “If I was an enemy I would’ve gotten the jump on you.” A familiar voice whispered in your ear.

You relaxed in his hold and tilted your head back to look up at The Major. “Well good thing you aren’t an enemy.” You smiled and pecked his lips. “What are you doing here anyway?” He was supposed to be hunting with Emmett for the weekend and it was only Saturday. You didn’t expect him until Sunday. It was safe to say you were very surprised.

The Major rested his head on your shoulder, rubbing his thumbs along your sides. “I missed you ‘s all. Is that a crime?” He ran his nose over the column of your neck, causing a shiver to run through your body. “Not at all, I just have to make dinner for my sister.”

When you moved for the door, you found yourself held back by his arms. “Jazz?” You looked at him in confusion, earning yourself a grin from him. “Problem?” He asked, drawing the question out teasingly.

“Yeah, why aren’t you letting me go?” You patted his hands in emphasis. He brushed his lips over your cheek and shook his head. “Y/N, I’ll never let you go.” The way he said it sounded so sweet and sincere, so different than how The Major usually sounded. It made you think well maybe my sister can have cereal. Because you didn’t want him to let you go for a second.