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Perfect Enough (1586 words) by singeart

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The X-Files

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully

Additional Tags: there was only one backseat, sleeping in their rental car, Late Night Conversations, affirmations, valentines day mention, this is loosely set in late s5 after Chinga but doesnt spoil anything post s1

Summary:

This was already further than they usually got whenever they ended up talking about the non-work related parts of their lives. But like a dog with a bone—or Mulder with a case for that matter—she felt compelled to keep at it.

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new fic dropping tomorrow !! It's called Perfect Enough ✨

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despite the fact that my head hurts soso much I'm still laughing heartily at memes I've already seen before, the human spirit is indomitable

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Philes pls help I swear there was an episode where either Mulder or TLG or both were looking at a website about a cryptid or creature of some sort...it was black and green?? with funky 90s graphics...did I misremember this? need it for reasons.......

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I QUIT MY JOB

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Fanfiction Trope Ask:

- Only One Bed

- Casual Intimacy

- Outside POV (outside character observing couple/ship)

- Hurt/Comfort :)

A the good shit

B+ the good shit but I don't usually search for it (I should now)

B++ love a good outside pov but again doesn't occur to me to search for it lol

A++++++ THE GOOD SHIT THATS MY BREAD N BUTTER THATS MY WATER TO LIVE

Thx for sending 💞💞💞

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Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it:

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

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What if I draw Mulder and Samantha in the Prince of Egypt style..................

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HAPPY BAT APPRECIATION DAY EVERYONE

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, Fox Mulder & Dana Scully Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Queequeg (X-Files) Additional Tags: Have you ever wanted to see Fox Mulder yearn and nap for an entire weekend with a generous side of dogsitting?, here you go., Mulder dogsits Queequeg, Subtle Romance, Yearning, Mulder gets to catch up on sleep, farmer’s market vibes, Comedy, Mulder and Queequeg tolerate each other, for Scully’s sake, Fox Mulder Introspection, he’s down soooo bad for Scully you guys, Humor, quiet thoughtfulness, we do both here Summary:

When Scully asks Mulder to watch Queequeg for a weekend while she goes away to a wedding, Mulder can’t help but say “yes.”

Mulder and Queequeg both wish that he had said “no.”

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I guess if Tumblr ever goes down I'll make a bluesky?

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They should give me a grant to draw msr

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Winner Takes All

Read on AO3.

Mulder felt his heart drop out of his body. 

He looked up into the blue-silver eyes across the table from him, taking in their victorious gleam as all hope fled his body.

“Surely, you wouldn’t…” he breathed, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, I most certainly would,” the low, husky voice replied.

Mulder closed his eyes and dropped his head as, with no small amount of flourish, Scully placed a hotel on Boardwalk, raising the rent to unfathomable prices. 

He was going to be broke in less than 4 turns. He knew it. Scully owned over half of the board, all of the utilities, and all but one of the railroads. She had hotels and houses everywhere. He already had three properties mortgaged to afford her exorbitant rent prices and now? Now he was staring bankruptcy in the eyes. 

“Damn,” was all he could think to say.

He looked back up at his partner; she was resting her chin on her fists, looking more than a little pleased with herself. She knew she had, essentially, just won and was savoring the moment.

Suddenly, Mulder didn’t mind at all that she had him pinned. 

Without looking away from her, he reached out and took the dice, rolling them carelessly across the board. 

Scully looked down for only a second before meeting his eyes again. “That’s a four. You’re going to Boardwalk.” She wet her lips, eyes twinkling.

Mulder nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “What do I owe you?”

She didn’t even look at her cards; she already knew the price. “Two-thousand dollars.”

“Hm.” Mulder glanced down at his cards. “I don’t have enough properties to mortgage.”

“You could sell a few to me.” Her voice was so even, so calm, even as her eyes blazed trails across his face between his eyes and his lips. 

He tilted his head. “Which ones do you want?”

“All of them,” she answered unflinchingly.

“Deal.” Mulder pushed the property cards across the table and then, without another word, leaned over the board to capture her lips in his, knocking a few of her hotels aside.

She kissed him back with equal eagerness and, soon, they were carrying each other away from the table, leaving all thoughts of properties and mortgages there on the board. 

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“You know what I want Mulder.”

“Say it Scully.”