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I think it starts as sarcasm. Like when you call someone “hon” to be condescending. Lucy says something so outlandishly dumb at 3:30 am when they’re having toast after a case it prompts Lockwood to say “Lucy, my dear, i think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

And it’s just that one time, a fluke, till the next day. Lucy is listen during a case and hears something particularly jarring. She presses her hands to her ears and starts mumbling “stop. Shut up. Shut up shut up stop-“ Lockwood gently pries her fingers from her head, knocking her out of the trance like state.

“Hey, Lucy darling, it’s ok we’re here.”

Im sure i could think of more but phone typing sucks bye

new hc that lockwood starts to call lucy a bunch of different endearments and neither one of them notice at all. accidentally oblivious to the fact that lockwood will say “lucy, dear.” or “lucy, darling.” without thinking. it’s a lot of saying her name first and then adding the little endearment whenever he starts out a sentence or a question. “lucy, dove.” “luce, sweetheart.”

george is so close to sticking his own head in the oven when he hears lockwood call her love and neither of them blink. how can two people worry so much about if they’re staring at each other too much but once pet names are involved it’s as if they’ve been married for years? please get him some help.

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#Parents

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Scully feels awful. She knows she looks it too, dark shadows under her eyes, all but skin and bone propped up in her hospital bed beside a laptop. Scully had sent her mother home, there was no need for her to be there when she had other things to do, she had to go to church. Scully knew this wasn’t the end for her. Not yet. She had another month at least. She was counting the. She wasn’t sure when she gone from fighting it, to dreading it, to reaching for it. Reaching for that handsome angle of death who would take her somewhere sweeter.

It was selfish, but she was tired.

Mulder had left the room to grab a coffee and Scully seized the opportunity. She knew better than to do it in bed, so she pushed herself up and leaned against the wall for support as she looked through drawer of the bedside table. Her brittle nails skimmed the paper, then her finger tips found purchase against the pack and she pulled it out. The cool press of the lighter against the dry skin of her palm was a comforting weight.

Scully drew a cigarette out of the box and took it between her lips. Her thumb struck the lighter and she held the flame to the end, almost exhaling in relief when it caught. There’d be time for that after, first she wanted to take a long drag. The nicotine flooded her system and for a moment made her feel a little more alive.

She was so engrossed in the feeling that she didn’t hear the snick of the latch moving from its spot and allowing the door to open. “Would you cut that out?” Asked an annoyed, neigh, enraged voice. Mulder stood in the door way, cheap styrofoam coffee cup in his hand. “You’re a doctor, don’t you know what that stuff does to you?”

Scully rolled her eyes and turned her head, exhaling the smoke away from Mulder. She didn’t tell him that it didn’t matter. He was so sure that he was so close to finding someone, to meeting the right person with the right tech or magic or whatever. She couldn’t burst his bubble, she could let him have his hope at least, even if she had abandoned hers.

Mulder placed the coffee cup down and crossed the room to pluck the cigarette from between her lips, tossing it on the ground and grinding it under his heel until he was sure it was out. While he cleaned up the debris, Scully lit another.

He gave her an incredulous look as she savored the taste of stress relief and college parties and rebellion on her tongue. “This,” she tapped the cig, “isn’t what put me in here, Mulder.”

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Bonus pic, my pig heart dissection:

Okay so i recently started doing dissections in my biology class and if you’ve ever done a dissection you know that you have to flip the left and right because you are facing the specimen, which leads me to a head canon:

Scully constantly gets her left and right confused. Not when shes autopsying, thats the only time she actually knows it, but shes terrible at giving and taking directions. She’ll look at a map and tell Mulder to turn right only to realize three miles later that they were supposed to go left. Mulder will tell her the paper she’s looking for is in the pile on her left and she only looks in the right stack 1 in 3 times

I could do my summer work, which is not due for 18 more days, but feels responsible OR i could write fanfiction. Which also some how feels responsible

But you saved me as difficult as and frustrating as it’s been scully your goddamn strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You kept me honest. Made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, and you owe me nothing. I don’t know if i want to do this alone. I do even know if i can and if I quit now they win.

it’s always “ily” and never “bysmadaafaibsygsrashsmattoykmhymmawpioyesayomnidkiiwdtaidekiicaiiqktw”

Supercut of Scully asking Mulder "where are you going?" as he dashes away recklessly (x)