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June is often a mystery, a big ball of complex emotions and motivations, but her heart is honest and true. She’s very much what Alex holds in his memory as the sanctified idea of Southerness at its best: always generous and warm and sincere, work-strong and reliable, a light left on. She wants the best for him, plainly, in an unselfish and uncalculating way.

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Joe Keery as Melchior Gabor in Spring Awakening, 2012

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my short arcadia fanfic

mulder, unloading a box of dinnerware: SCULLY FLYING SAUCER THINK FAST scully: what are y- *gets hit with a plate* mulder: oh god oh my god oh my god YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CATCH IT OH MY GO D OH MY GOD OH MY GOD [starts crying]

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almost every romcom directed by a man is like: the most annoying, obnoxious, childish, Adult man you have Ever seen gets with a smart, driven, woman who has her life in order unlike him. watch as SHE learns to let loose and compromise for Him :)

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favorite x-files episodes - part 1

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Msr - Scully accidentally calls mulder a pet name (pre-relationship). She’s embarrassed and he can’t let it go

It just slips out.

“Can you hand me that pen, babe?”

Her fingers are extended towards him, her face buried in a file at a small table in her motel room and a white-hot rush of embarrassment courses through her veins. She retracts her hand and looks up, eyes wide. Her face turns as pink as the tongue she can now see in Mulder’s mouth as his jaw drops.

She’s only known him for a few months and before that had broken up with her boyfriend so recently. It’s the only way she can account for it.

“Um. I mean… uh, Mulder.” She cringes. “Sorry.”

His face is shocked at first but soon the corner of his mouth twitches and curves upward until he’s smiling broadly, a twinkle in his eye.

“Sure… babe,” he replies playfully from the edge of her bed, handing her the pen.

“That was… I don’t know where that came from,” she mumbles as she takes it. “I think… I guess… I broke up with my boyfriend pretty recently, that’s all.”

Babe. Babe. Oh my god, she just called Mulder “babe.”

He nods. “And the layers keep on peeling back,” he says with a smile. “So what you’re saying is, you think I’m boyfriend material?”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. It was a slip of the tongue.” She tries to change the subject. “So these murders, I’m not seeing a common thread so far, other than location.”

Mulder purses his lips and nods. She’s trying hard not to associate Fox Mulder with the term “babe” but it’s virtually impossible not to while he’s sitting on the edge of her bed with his sleeves rolled up, grinning at her in that dangerous way she always tries to ignore.

“I see, I see,” he says thoughtfully, tapping his index finger against his bottom lip. That goddamn bottom lip. “What’s your theory then, babe?” He grins again.

“Stop it,” she says. She feels her face flush again. Why is this bothering her so much?

“Stop what?” he asks, hands spread. “You started it.”

“It was an accident, okay? Can we just forget it?” She doesn’t mean for it to come out so abruptly. From the hurt look on his face she worries she’s treating this as a much bigger deal than it is. It means nothing, nothing. So she looks down intently at the file.

He’s quiet for a few moments and the air in the room is still and tense.

“Maybe we’ve been spending a little too much time together, Scully,” he says softly. He stands up and walks over to the door to grab his jacket. “I’ll go.”

“Mulder, I-“ she looks up at him. He’s wearing that puppy dog face she hates to see. “I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal. Please stay.”

“Are you sure?”

She can tell he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. One thing she’s learned about him is that he likes to be funny. He is funny. All he’s doing is being funny.

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“It happens, you know,” he says. “If it makes you feel better, while you went to park the car and I was checking in, the guy at the front desk thought you were my wife.”

She feels embarrassed on both of their behalfs, but he smiles gently, and she smiles back. “What did you say?”

“I told him you were out of my league.”

Her gut tightens in that uncomfortable way it does when she feels seen. Is he merely paying her a compliment, or does he really feel that way?

I think it’s remotely plausible someone might think you’re hot.

“Never would have pegged you as the pet name type, though, Scully,” he continues, perhaps not wanting to hear her response. Maybe she’s taken too long already.

He sits down on her bed and leans back against the headboard, stuffing a pillow behind him. He does that all the time. She knows she’ll have her face buried in it later, inhaling his scent, feeling pathetic for missing him after spending every waking second with him today.

“I’m not the type, usually. They… slipped out,” she says honestly. “From time to time. Whenever I got… comfortable.”

He nods, his eyes soft. He blinks a couple times and if she could physically tear her gaze away from his she would but she cannot. She does not. Their eyes have a conversation like they always do, no words.

Comfortable.

“I’m hungry,” she finally says after what feels like a dozen lifetimes. “Want to eat?”

“Sure. I’ll go pick something up.” It’s an olive branch and she nods, gratefully accepting it. “What are you in the mood for?”

“You pick, Mulder.”

He nods and picks up his jacket again, this time leaving without the awkwardness. And just before the door closes he leans back in, flashes the kind of smile that indeed makes him boyfriend material, and delivers a final blow.

“Back in a flash, honeybunch.”

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