This Is So Real Ohmygod

late motel nights (w queequeg)

hvnniedraws (on ig) & xscullybb on X

Scarlett Johansson in 'Iron Man 2' (2010)

simply losing my mind at the thought of gillian walking into david’s trailer to show him a picture of this dog pictured “big nose warm heart” saying hey so this is you 🙃🥲

"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 !!

Chewie: And the (Possible) History of Gillovny

It all began in October 2013, when David and Gillian did a Reddit AMA:

When someone asked David about being in Twin Peaks:

And he made the statement that he “looked like Chewbacca” and asked “was Chewbacca a girl?” 

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Head canon/AU where Diana doesn’t die at the end of Amor Fati and Mulder is forced to choose.

1. Without the terrible news to give him, she doesn’t go to his apartment, so he finds her at work. “Mul-der,” she says in that way she has, and he is sheepish. His Yankee’s cap over the bandage is off kilter, so she straightens it gently and he smiles. Then he tells her about Albert Hosteen, and she frowns, doesn’t want to believe. She tells him about the keycard and book, something else she doesn’t want to believe. She feels lost. If Diana is really on their side, what chance does she have? What right does she have to think of him as hers? She cries because it is too much and she can’t help it, and he holds her to him and tells her about his visions. He tells her she is his constant, his touchstone, but the word she remembers most is “friend.” She touches his face, but she is too afraid to tell him how she feels, so she pulls away and says he should go home to bed.

2. Diana visits him at home later in the day. To check on him, she says, and to bring him lunch. He tells her he knows that she helped Scully, despite their differences; he thanks her. She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair. “I’d do anything for you,” she says. “I told you I loved you.” But he is troubled and uncomfortable. He’s never been good at dishing out rejection. Diana knows this. She pours herself a drink, hands him some warmed-up soup, and makes herself comfortable on his couch.

“I’m surprised your partner isn’t here,” she says.

He doesn’t answer. Scully has been there, off and on, for the past week, taking care of him. He is grateful for Diana’s help in saving his life, but he also remembers the reasons she was able to do so in the first place: her intimate connections with his enemies. Still. His head hurts and he doesn’t want to be cruel.

“Can I get you anything else?”

He shakes his head. “I think I need to rest.” He goes into his bedroom, hoping she’ll take the hint. 

But she stays.

3. Wanting to be brave, thinking she might reveal what she couldn’t earlier and, failing bravery, wanting to reassure him of her friendship, Scully decides to bring him takeout for dinner. She calls to check on him before leaving work, but Diana’s voice answers the phone with a hushed “Hello?” 

“Oh,” she says, surprised. “I was calling for Mulder.”

“Fox is sleeping.”

“Oh.” It’s all she can say, and an awkward silence plays out across the line. Finally, she adds, “Okay. Never mind,” and she hangs up. There is a strange ringing in her ears. She swallows hard and hears a click. She feels scooped hollow, and there seems a little less color in the world than there had been five minutes ago. She doesn’t stop to get dinner on her way home, even for herself. Feeling like a rebuffed lover, angry at herself for making things personal, for falling in love with him when she knew she shouldn’t, Scully sets down her briefcase and bends slowly to sit on her couch. She stares at her empty coffee table for a full five minutes before she begins to cry.

4. For the next week, Scully is distant and withdrawn. Mulder isn’t able to coax a real smile out of her, even with his best jokes. He tries so hard. Scully tries too, but she can’t make herself forget the sound of Fowley’s voice answering his phone, twice now. She zones out often, won’t make eye contact with him, steps back from his touch.

“Scully,” he finally says. “What’s going on?”

“I… Nothing. It’s fine.”

But he keeps looking at her—he knows it isn’t fine.

So she answers with a question. “Why does she get to call you Fox?”

“Who?”

“Diana.”

Oh. And he thinks he begins to understand. “When did she call me Fox?”

Scully gives him a look. “Always,” she says, then takes a deep breath. “And last week. I called you. I was going to bring dinner, but…”

“She answered the phone.”

Scully nods. And it finally, finally dawns on him.

5. She is on her couch in sweatpants and a t-shirt, glasses sliding down her nose, hair pulled back messy: reading, taking notes, “Free Bird” playing on the classic-rock station in the background. There’s a knock at her door that draws her reluctantly from the cushions. Mulder: jeans, gray tee, bag of take-out. His lower lip swells outward in an exaggerated pout as he lifts the greasy bag. “I’m sorry.”

She steps back to let him in. He sets the takeout on her table. “Sorry for what?” she asks.

“That I didn’t make it clear enough.”

“Make wha—“ she says as she turns, but she doesn’t finish because he’s kissing her. Scully’s hands go to his chest, first in surprise, and then in a desperate grip as she melts against him. His right hand curls in her messy hair while his other finds her hip and tugs so their bodies are held flush. She moans into his mouth and is lost, has never felt this way with another human being. He is kissing her like the world might end at any moment, and she thinks it just might. When they finally pull apart, her face is rosy with open desire and her lips are dark-wet from the sweet pressure of his. 

“You’re forgiven,” she says.

THAT SMUG LOOK SHE GIVES HIM AFTER HE CORRECTS HIMSELF HAHAHAHHA OMG I AM LEGIT DYING RN #JulieAndrewsIsGoals

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.

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The Avengers (2012) dir. Joss Whedon

ARE YOU KIDDING ME 🥺