2. Did you start watching the show while it was on, between the Truth and IWTB, or post-IWTB?
Post-IWTB. I used to watch some episodes with my dad while it was airing when I was a kid but I didn’t like “start watching” till right before season 10
3. If you read fic, what if your favourite txf fanfic trope?
Oh god this is tough. Depends on my mood. Right now I’d say time travel. I loooovvvveee that shit. Also undercover. And naturally one bed. Also memory loss. And so many more.
11. What is the first episode of the show you ever watched?
Well as a child I was scared forever by El Mundo Gira and it was my most prominent memory of txf until I watched The Pilot as an adult. I probably watched The Pilot as a kid too. I know I watched a bunch of episodes as a kid but I just remember the mold from El Mundo Gira (What a shitty episode to remember.)
15. Favourite episode, and why?
Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose. Because Peter Boyle is fucking amazing. We also get a really cute, early seasons M & S that makes me feel light hearted. I love how Scullycentric the ep is. And really it’s just a classic X File to me. It’s a good story that draws you in. You care about the characters, you cry, and you get a few laughs. Can’t think of anything better.
“Steven, we can’t both exist. I’m going to become half of you. And I need you to know, that when you love being yourself, that’s me, loving you and loving being you. because you’re going to be something extraordinary. you’re going to be a human being.”
Description: Y/N has to come clean about her drug abuse to Luke.
Rating: PG I guess? Why the hell do I even rate these things?
Request: You bet your sweet ass
Word Count: 2245
Please enjoy this Imagine, a lot of this came from the heart.
I itched my arm up and down, craving, needing it. I watched my friends, or at least thats what I called them. They knew. They fucking knew I was trying to get clean for Luke and here they go and do the one thing I never could get off right in front of me. The needle went through Emma’s skin easily, and the syringe was emptied in a matter of seconds. She sighed in relief. I did not have the luxury of relief.
“Hey, Y/N, aren’t you gonna shoot?” Jared asked me, filling up another syringe. My breath hitched in my throat, my veins seemed to be burning for it, my brain spun with ache for it. I wanted to say yes so badly, but I could not get the image of the ocean surrounding his pupils filling with disappointment and washing up upon shores of his eyelids. I couldn’t give in, not again.