hunting dress

 i love that in txf mulder was constantly in casual wear if he’s not at work. like he just wears jeans and a t-shirt. A Normal Dude. Keepin it Lowkey. meanwhile Scully is always in suits. Going to work? Power Suit with shoulder pads sharp enough to /tumblr voice/ Kill A Man. Going to sleep? Business Satin Button Up Pajamas. Gotta look Profesh. Mulder called you at 2 AM to go go ghost hunting? Better get dressed in the Best Suit You Own Can’t Be Showing Up In Anything Less. even on a Fucking Beach. Long skir,t Business on top. Ready for a Press Conference about the existence of extraterrestrial biological entities 


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Request: I was wondering can I have a request of Dean x reader where they use to hunt together and dressed kinda like a tom boy but Dean loved her and the she went on her own for a bit then like years later she’s like all hot now like wears heals and looks badass ?? Thank you!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: A little bit of some cute Dean…

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Dating Dean Winchester would include...

• being called “sweetheart”
• him putting his arm around you when other guys stare at you
• making him pie
• private games of strip poker
• the best burgers you’ve ever tasted
• making love in the Impala
• arguing over who’s the funniest Stooge
• fighting over being reckless on a hunt
• taking him fishing on a pier at a private lake when he needs a break
• wearing only one of his plaid shirts to bed
• him trying to distract you while you’re doing research
• him holding your hand when Sam’s not looking
• him flirting with you to make Sam uncomfortable
• him making you sit in his lap while he cleans you up after a close call on a hunt
• dressing up as an anime character for his birthday
• him holding your hand while you get your anti-possession tattoo
• nights cuddled together watching DVD’s
• him taking care of you when you’re sick
• him side-seat driving the first time he lets you drive his car
• competitiveness in the shooting range (loser cleans the kitchen for a week)
• making sure he knows how much you love him
• feeling like you are the most precious thing on the planet

Auston Matthews - Part 9

Thank you for all your continued support, this has been so fun and I am so much more that I’m so excited to show you! 

Once I get myself dressed and hunt down the seamstress to give her the dress and my cousin’s address, I hightail it out of there, Auston right behind me.

               “You were in a hurry to leave,” Auston notes, catching up to my side once we reach the sidewalk.

               “Hey it was rough alright, it’s not every day I get felt up by an elderly woman and paraded around like some princess,” I huff at him, turning to walk away but then realize that I have no idea where Auston is parked or where I even am.

               “Queen,” he says and I scrunch my face at him.


               “That dress was not fit for a princess, nor did you look like one,” he responds, taking my elbow and steering me in the right direction.

               “Uh… thanks?” I say a little unsure if I was just complimented or not.

               “As for being felt up, can you blame her?” He winks at me and roll my eyes, ignoring him along with the warm feeling that spreads throughout my body.

               I glance at the shop windows as we pass and I remember what Auston had said when he offered to stay with me.

               “Didn’t you say you needed to pick something up?” I ask, he gives me a confused look and then follows my gaze to the store fronts. “It was your reason for staying with me.”

               “Oh, uh yeah, but it’s getting late, I can get it another time,” Auston mumbles and keeps walking, pulling me along with him again.

               I can’t help but stare at him as we walk. His strides are confident and his hands are stuffed into his pockets again, I’m sure trying to hide the fact that he’s cold. He keeps his head low though and I know it’s so the people walking past us won’t recognize him. I look up at his hat and immediately scowl. Auston seems to sense me staring at him and raises his eyebrows at me.

               “Enjoying the view?”

               “Actually, I was just thinking how much I want to strangle you with that God awful hat. I mean honestly Auston, you realize that thing’s purpose is to keep your ears and head warm, right?” I say, not bothering to hold back.

               “You don’t like my hat?” He asks, laughing at my outburst.

               “No, I hate how you wear said hat. Here,” I step in front of him and tug the hat down farther over his ears and make him look less like an idiot. “I think warmth should reside over ‘fashion’ sometimes,” I grin up at him and he just stares at me, fixated on my mouth. “Auston?”


               His gaze still lingering on my mouth.

               “What?” He asks again, this time blinking several times and focusing back on me again.

               I scoff and turn to start walking again, only to step on a thin sheet of ice that I hadn’t seen and fall flat on my ass.

               I sit there a moment in disbelief, Auston staring down at me with a similar expression until I start to laugh. After a second of making sure I was laughing and not crying, Auston starts to laugh along with me. He pulls me to my feet and double checks that I’m alright, then tucks my arm around his.

               “Maybe we should just walk together this time,” he says, giving me a small wink and I blush but don’t pull away.

               Once we reach his car he opens the passenger side door for me, which surprises me. When he closes the door behind me I can’t help but inhale deeply, the car smells just like his pillow that I borrowed last night. The same husky smell mixed with shampoo and something else that I still can’t identify.

               The driver side door opens and Auston settles himself down beside me.

               “Nice car,” I say, taking in the interior.

               Auston smirks over at me and revs the engine, causing me to roll my eyes.

               “You do that a lot, roll your eyes at me,” Auston notes, pulling out into the street.

               “You do a lot of things that make me roll my eyes,” I reply, paying him no attention, too busy looking out the window to try and see the sky.

               “I can think of a few more things,” Auston says with an alluring tone and everything below my navel tightens. I whip my head back around to him and glare.

               “You can’t do that!” I snap, fighting back a laugh.

               “I didn’t do anything! You’re the one jumping to conclusions!” He snaps back, a teasing tone now filtering into his words.

               “I did not jump to any conclusions! You’re the one thinking that I’m thinking that!”

               “No, you think that I think that you thought it was that thing,” Auston responds and I sit there a moment trying follow what he said.


               Auston bursts out laughing and I can’t help but laugh with him.

               The rest of the car ride is filled with Auston and me bickering back and forth, him pointing out his favorite restaurants and places to go with his friends and me asking question after question about the city. He is only able to give a few answers and they are fairly simple at that.

               “These are questions you’ll have to ask Mitch or Connor,” Auston eventually says after I huff at him for not giving me a very good answer.

               “And when would I do that?” I ask him.

               “Tomorrow after the game, since my parents are here, we all go out to eat after the game and they usually come along with their parents,” Auston explains and I nod slowly.

               “What if I don’t want to go to your game?”

               At this Auston looks over at me, “Do you not want to?” He asks, his tone serious.

               I instantly regret saying it and fumble for a response, confused by his reaction.

               “No I do, I was just messing around,” I say and he loosens back up. “Just don’t expect me to put on your jersey and scream your name all night.” I add without thinking and he looks over at me again as we pull up to a stop light, a smirk playing across his lips.

               “What?” I ask, eyeing him warily. He raises his eyebrows and I back track to what I just said. I instantly turn the color of the stop light above us and reach over to smack his arm. “Stop that! You know what I meant!” I wail and cover my eyes with my other hand.

               Auston doesn’t say anything and I don’t even hear him laugh. I peek at him from under my fingers and he’s still staring at me, his eyes dark and impossible to read in the dim lighting of the dash board. I hold his gaze as the breath empties from my lungs, my entire body on full alert as the air in the car seems to get warmer. His lips part slightly and my eyes instantly are drawn down to his mouth.

               “Y/N…” Auston murmurs, leaning towards me slightly.

               I don’t say anything and inhale slightly, the smell of him is overwhelming.

               His face is within inches on mine, his breath on my face as a horn goes off behind us, breaking the moment like a shattered window. We jump apart and Auston moves the car forward. I slump back in my seat and exhale, suddenly aware of every single nerve in my body and nothing to show for it.

               Auston and I remain silent the next few minutes until we pull up in front of his apartment.

               “Home sweet home,” Auston says, clearly recovered from our moment, whereas my heart is still beating a mile out of my chest.

               I remain silent as I climb out of the car, the moment my feet are on solid ground and not ice, I turn my head to the sky, and my eyes immediately land on the North Star.

               “What are you looking at?” Auston asks, appearing at my side and turning his head to the sky as well.

               “Polaris,” I say, “or the North Star, if you will.”

               “That’s the brightest one, right?” Auston squints and I can see his eyes darting back and forth across the sky as he waits for me answer.

               “Actually it’s the fiftieth brightest, but it’s one of the easiest to find because of the constellation it’s in.” I answer, happy to be talking about something that I know so much about.

               Auston shifts beside me, still trying to find which star I’m staring at.

               “Here,” I say and grab his arm, pulling him to my side and making him bend down to my level, our faces right next to each other. I grab his hand and line his finger up with the star using his line of sight.

               “Brightest star,” I whisper.

               Auston stares a moment and I can see the second he finally knows which star I’m referring to.

               “Is it your favorite?” Auston whispers back, although we have no reason to be whispering in the first place.

               I think a moment and then shake my head, “I don’t think so, at least right now it’s not my favorite.” I scowl up at it and Auston gives me a questioning look. I ignore him and nod to the apartment complex. “We should go inside, your mom probably has dinner ready for us.”

               Auston nods, dropping the subject and takes my hand, I think just to help me over the snow bank between the car and the sidewalk but he doesn’t let go even after I’m over it. I know I should probably let go, but I don’t.

Date Night with Wilson - Peter Parker (Spider Man) Imagine (ft. Deadpool)

REQUESTED: Nah, I just really wanted to write this because I watched TASM and TASM 2 today and Andrew Garfield is just fine af tbh. Also, Deadpool.

WARNINGS: Swearing (but other than that just cute af)

SUMMARY: Wade wants to go on a double date with Vanessa, but he needs the double date. Enter Peter Parker and you. 

NOTES: Hope you enjoy guys, this is coming off the back of a whole tonne of French homework. Meh.

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Sisterly Bond

This part of the chapter popped into my mind and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to add more of the frayed connection that Nesta has with Feyre. This chapter is about the huntress, her friend and sisters on the hunt…for a dress! And what is Nesta going to confess to Feyre about Cassian??? 

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

        “What do you mean you don’t have a dress?!” Mor leapt off the couch in Nesta and Elain’s apartment. 

       “I have dresses,” Nesta disagreed. 

       “Summer dresses don’t count,” Feyre scrolled through her phone without looking up. 

       “There is no way you are turning up in a summer dress,” Mor began pacing back and forth while Nesta and Elain sat watching her from their own seats in the living room.

      “As if I would show up to a formal event in a casual dress,” Nesta rolled her eyes. At this rate she might do that if only to see Mor spontaneously combust at the sight.

     “Where are we going to find a dress in such a short amount of time? We only have a week left and the holiday shoppers have probably scooped up all the best dresses!” Mor stopped her pacing and turned around to face Nesta. “Do not worry though. If it takes all week for us to find you a dress then I will not rest until we find the perfect one for you!”

     “That’s thoughtful of you,” Elain said with a gentle smile. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find a dress if you’re helping with the search.”

     “We can buy a simple one in the mall,” Nesta said taking a sip of tea. Her posture at ease and similar to that of a queen addressing a meager issue that was not of major importance compared to other things on her mind. She was more worried about the event itself rather than the dress. There was bound to be many people there most of whom were large business figures and could be a potential doorway into Nesta’s career path. A strategy was needed to face them and gain some sort of good mark on their memory once she graduated in the spring. It was hard to imagine she had one more semester left of school.

     “That won’t do,” Mor mumbled. “You can’t show up wearing a dress from the prom section of an outlet store.”

      Nesta opened her mouth to say something about Mor’s comment when Feyre stood up.

      “I just found this boutique online that is open today,” Feyre said pocketing her phone. “We should head over there and see what we can find Nesta.”

     “Right now?” Nesta turned incredulously toward her youngest sister.

       “Yes! Let’s go now! The sooner the better!” Mor tugged both Elain and Nesta off the couch with surprising strength. It was easy to forget that the blonde beauty had much more than looks going for her. She was trained to fight since her teen years after being brought to her cousin’s home.

     “I’m coming with you?” Elain asked excitedly. 

     “Let’s make this a girl’s day,” Feyre said with a smile.

      “It was already a girl’s day,” Nesta said being pulled to the door by Mor. 

      “And now it’s a shopping day so let’s go and find you a dress,” Mor stopped by the door as everyone gathered their purses, coats and shoes. 

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