Don’t Tell Me You’re My Heartbreaker

The X-Files: Fight The Future (1998) gag reel // The X-Files: I Want to Believe (2008) gag reel

If I see a female character groveling I immediately light the book on fire just to watch it burn

“Sorry I just lost a- sorry. Yeah, yeah…uh- hang on my mic just fell.”

told me i'm better off, but i'm not.

October 1st is the start of a new month. And it’s further into fall, and closer to Halloween.

…But most importantly, it’s Julie Andrews’ birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE ANDREWS!!!

the x files is maybe the funniest show ever cause almost always if they do something crazy to mulder or scully in an episode they do roughly that same thing to the other at some point.

were you disappointed that mulder spent all of unusual suspects messing around with the gunmen but scully didn't get to? three of a kind.

angry that scully keeps getting kidnapped or held hostage like in irresistible and our town? kill switch and drive.

annoyed that mulder went crazy in pusher and pulled a gun on scully instead of the other way around? wetwired.

tired of only mulder's exes showing up in fire and the end and making scully jealous? lazarus and all things.

mad that mulder was the only one to be intensely invested in the cases in conduit and paper hearts? beyond the sea and all souls.

frustrated that mulder got to have an ill-advised affair with a murder suspect in 3 and scully didn't? never again.

wish it had been mulder obsessively calling scully while she ignored him in favour of the case in war of the coprophages? chinga.

feel it's unfair that one of mulder's relatives got shot in anasazi while scully's family were all perfectly healthy? the blessing way.

find it odd that only scully had a brain tumour throughout her cancer arc? the gift.

irritated that in duane barry, ascension, and one breath, only scully got abducted and experimented on by aliens, then returned with little to no explanation and stuck in a weird coma for a while? requiem, this is not happening, and deadalive.

I’m just gonna leave this here.

(I watched Spider-Man: Homecoming last night.)

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Steve protecting Nat + Nat protecting Steve

"We're not working out."

Stevenat

Angst

No warning except the angst

They had been dating for a while. In Natasha’s mind, a while meant a few weeks, but for Steve, it meant a few month. It had been two months since their first kiss, and everything seemed to run smoothly. They had decided to take things slow, well, Steve had, so nothing really happened the first month, a few dates here and there, some platonic cuddles on the couch and stolen kisses, warm smiles and longing looks. Around the beginning of the second month, they slept together. The next day, Natasha was avoiding him and, as much as she denied it, Steve knew he was right. They talked it out, and things got better. They got closer, sitting next to each other during Movie Night, sometimes even holding hands, when Nat was in the mood for that. Things were great between them, slowly moving forward, not too fast, not too slow.

However, it was one of Nat’s longest relationship since the one she had with Clinton when she first joined SHIELD, and it scared her. She enjoyed Steve’s company, she really did, and maybe that was the worst thing about it, about their relationship. It was all too great, too unreal, and it felt like a dream she’d wake up from sooner or later, and she didn’t know if she was ready to get her trust, her heart broken again. She didn’t want to have hope in something that would never become reality. Most importantly, she could feel herself slowly falling in love with the soldier, and she couldn’t let it happen, not when she knew how weak it could make her. She couldn’t let herself be weak, not when her heart could be broken any minute of the day, not in her line of work. Alone in her room, she sometimes let her fear control her, and she imagined everything that could happen if she let herself fall for the other man. It made her cry, sometimes imagining a happy life they could have but, more often than not, seeing him die before her eyes, by her fault, her heart broken once again. And as much as she trusted Steve Rogers, she knew that Sharon had an eye on him and was just waiting for them to break up to get in the Captain’s arms. Natasha wasn’t the jealous type, but Steve ? Steve was different.

Steve was madly in love with Natasha. He had been since they met, on the helicarier. The first time he saw her, her beautiful hair flying in the wind and her clothes hugging her body like a goddess, he knew he was good for it. He knew he would fall for the assassin, he just didn’t know when it would happen, but he knew it. Every time he saw her, he felt his heart fill with joy, a soft smile on his lips. When they kissed, when they made love - because that’s what they did -, there was something in him, screaming to get out. A feeling, a rush, a need, something he couldn’t really explain, but he knew she was the only one who could help him cope, with everything.

It was a lovely night, a simple one. They were on the couch in Steve’s part of the compound, his back against the couch as she was sitting sideways, her legs carelessly thrown over his. He was reading some mission report for SHIELD, stroking her leg without really thinking of it, and humming a song he didn’t know the lyrics too. It was a lot like one of their usual nights, when they did nothing ut enjoy the other’s company, but Nat was thinking. Her mind was running, she kept thinking and thinking until, finally, she spoke.

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.”

Steve looked up from his piece of paper, frowning, looking in the void for a few seconds, like he was processing the information. When she moved her legs and got up, he looked up at her, hurt visible in his eyes.It made her heart ache in an inexplicable way. “Wh-What do you mean ? What are you saying ?”

She sighed, shrugged and turned away, making him frown even more. Why couldn’t she just talk to him, like a grown up ? And why, why so suddenly ? Things were good between them, no real, important fights, no yelling, no cheating. Trust, happiness. That was all there was. She took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around herself.

“I’m gonna end up breaking your little heart in two.”

Steve frowned even more, getting up and throwing the file to the side. He could deal with it later. All he wanted to do at this instant was to make sure everything was okay with Natasha, because it didn’t seem like it. “What are you talking about ? Natasha, what’s wrong ?”

She let out an exasperated huff and rolled her eyes, turning around to face him. She could see the pain in her eyes, even if she did her best to hide it. He knew her too well to know that in this instant, she wasn’t feeling well, and he couldn’t figure out why, an it killed him. She was grabbing her own arms like her life depended on it, like it could protect her from something, from pain. He extended an arm in the hopes to touch her, reassure her, tell her he loved her, but she moved away, and his arm fell back to his side. “Everything’s wrong, Rogers. We just-We can’t work. It doesn’t- We can’t… We can’t force it.”

Steve frowned, more and more confused at every words coming out of her mouth, every words he could hear. “I- What ? Nat, if you’re forcing yourself into this relationship.. You should’ve said it earlier ! But I-I’m not forcing anything. Especially not us.” She sent him a skeptical look and he sighed, looking down. “You make me feel things, Natasha. And i know you don’t want me to say it yet, i know you’re not ready, but i love you. And i don’t want you to leave. I love you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

There was a silence. Steve looked up at her, frownin even more, if it was possible. Her arms had fallen to her sides and she was looking at him now, and he knew that the pain he saw in her eyes wasn’t just a mirage, something he wanted to see. But it didn’t matter, because she turned away, walking up toward the door.

“Don’t call me. Not again. Not ever. This was fun, but.. We can’t make it work. I’m sorry, Steve. I really wish i could feel the same way.”

A few seconds after, she was gone, and the only proof she was even there were the floating perfume and the book she used to read delicately placed on the kitchen table. And the tears in Steve’s eyes.

This is one of my old one shots so I hope y'all like it- please leave a not and maybe a request !!

The Morning After

Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx

A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.

A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.

Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.

She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.

"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.

"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.

"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."

Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.

"Last week was a lot, baby."

She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.

"Advil?"

"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.

"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"

She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."

"What do you mean?"

"I was… drunk. In another sphere."

Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.

"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"

Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.

"Hey, I love you."

She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.

"I love you, babe."

He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.

Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.

"What?"

"I love you, but that beard has to go."

He grins.

"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."

She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.

"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.

"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.

Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.

"Hey, Trav."

"Mhm?"

"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"

Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.

"You did."

"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.