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👽 Random X-Files Fic Rec

Here's a really soft, insightful peek into what Scully might have been thinking while spending the night trapped out in the forest with Mulder during the episode "Detour." Title: The Hard Way Author: @mangokiwitropicalswirl Summary: Missing Scene in the forest during "Detour" Length: 2,033 words Classification: Missing scene Rating: General Audiences Spoilers: Detour Favorite line: She doesn't know, she isn't even sure of what exactly she wants, just that she remembers the soft brush of his lips against her cheek when he asked her to "say a few Hail Mulders" for him. Read the story!

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The Twelve Tropes of Christmas

Part XI: Half Past Eleven

By @mangokiwitropicalswirl

Read by kristinsauter

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[kateyes224]

Just spent a solid part of the day hanging out with @mangokiwitropicalswirl and her gorgeous family. And to think that it was this timesuck of an internet hellhole and a stupid show about aliens and the FBI agents who chased them down that brought us together and gave me a friend for life. Unreal.

[just-fic-already]

Extract from The 12 Tropes of Christmas by @mangokiwitropicalswirl

Read the whole fic here.

She manages the shuffle to the taxi, and manages to bark out directions to the Air & Space museum where the party is being held. She hands the driver her fare and slides out to perch in a dry spot of pavement, her green scarf now unlooped from her neck and her hair a bit mussed. She starts to regret bringing the silver clutch because she needs her hands to grab whatever railings there are to be had. She glances around, pushes the wayward wisps of hair from her cheek and takes an enormous step across the curbside slush pile, teetering precariously for a moment as the thin heel of her right shoe threatens to give way.

She is beginning to feel ridiculous. She should have worn proper shoes. She should have worn a warmer dress. She should have skipped the perfume.

But, he’d said he would be here. He’d stopped short of asking her to come, and certainly had not implied they should go together. But he’d tossed off a challenge, a dare, the same way he’d once teased, “C’mon Scully, it’ll be a nice trip to the forest.” As if, how could she possibly refuse?

And this year Diana will be here. If Scully is honest -- deep down in the part of her psyche that’s in denial over absolutely everything as regards him -- she wants to win. She wants to walk into that room and slay him, to absolutely flabbergast him to the point that the only thing he’ll be able to think is, “Diana who?” And then she wants to saunter away as he stumbles to pick his jaw off the floor.

This is not a Scully she indulges too often. In fact, almost never. It’s petty. It’s beneath her.

It’s all she can think about as she checks her grey coat and green scarf. As she grasps her impractical silver clutch that holds only her lipstick and cell phone. She’s already drawing a few wide-eyed stares as she fixes her eyes on the ladies room door and confidently clip-clops her way in to freshen up.

As a teenager, she read a numerous Seventeen articles on why redheads shouldn’t wear red. Most of them argued that red would clash with the hue of her hair, or would wash out her pale skin. None of them made their case on the basis of the professional demeanor of its wearer and the fact that red sometimes signifies slutty. Or wanton. Or at least several levels of sexual confidence beyond what she is feeling right now as she avoids the gawking clean-cut young agents mingling in the lobby.

But this is the perfect red. Because she also read that article about how some reds have orange undertones and some reds have blue. With her Nordic skin and blue eyes, the blue-reds should work just fine. Her dress is the latter. A deep wine-red verging on burgundy. Her skin looks like untrammeled snow and her dress is holly berries.

In the bathroom mirror, a smile flickers in her eyes as she imagines sliding up to him with an innocent “Merry Christmas.” Her lips curve slightly as she reapplies wine-colored lipstick. Her stomach’s a tangle of nervous denial. She smoothes her mussed hair -- she left it down, not too much different than normal, but it’s curled under, wavy and soft.

Another female agent says something about her “nice dress.” She barely hears, but just nods, afraid it’s too obvious what she intends, that her voice might betray her apprehension. She adjusts the silver dangles at her ears and tucks her hair behind only her left ear. With a quick down-jerk of the tight cloth over her hips, she gives herself one last appraisal and walks out.

He is standing under the massive display of the Apollo 11 lunar landing module. It figures. He is reading a plaque, one hand absentmindedly twirling an empty wine glass. He has been here a little while already. But he’s alone, and she breathes a sigh of relief. While part of her wanted to see the look in Diana’s eye when he sees her, all of this is for him in the end. It’s his reaction she’s waiting.

He’s engrossed in whatever he’s reading and doesn’t see as she parts the astonished crowd. He doesn’t hear the murmurs that start as she moves toward him, oblivious to everything but the strong shape of his shoulders under his black jacket, his slender hips, and the familiar cut of his hair.

As she walks, the dress begins to ride up. It’s knee-length and tight, cut like a pencil skirt, with a deep square neckline on top. Its thin straps can barely conceal the straps of her shelf bra, and the motion of her steps jostle her breasts until they spill a little higher over the neckline than she had intended. She hadn’t thought it was very low cut when she bought it, but it is obvious now that the white expanse of her chest and the round of the tops of her breasts are the main focus of every male eye in the room -- and those of a good number of women. She starts to wish maybe she’d brought a shawl.

As she crosses the room, Scully glances up at the replica of the Wright Brother’s plane which is suspended over the atrium, so she misses the precise moment he sees her. Instead, she’s startled back to attention by a the crinkling sound of breaking glass and the sight of Mulder’s flailing arm that has just lost control of the wineglass. He is facing her now, and he sees the amusement on her face as she arrives at his side.

“Oh hey, Scully.” The color in his face rises. “Finally made it, I see.”

[fistful-of-fandom]

So great to finally meet @carrie11 and always a pleasure to spend time with @mangokiwitropicalswirl — and yes, they are even more lovely and awesome in person. Sometimes this website is good. 💕

[myassbrokethefall]

mangokiwitropicalswirl replied to your photo: brokentoadparachutes: XF season 11 finale bts

Manip

Really? DANGIT. 

[scullysflannel]

mangokiwitropicalswirl replied to your link “The X-Files' recap: One room at the inn”

The analysis of "Rachel"? Brilliant. Well done.

@mangokiwitropicalswirl haha thanks! I’m just concerned that people are possibly taking it as evidence of some kind of spoiler when all I did was take the symbolism way too far for its own good, as I tend to do

[scullyloves-science]

mangokiwitropicalswirl replied to your post: mangokiwitropicalswirl replied to your post : ...

They have to stop this. It’s too much

It`s Monday, Bryan is bored. There are 6 more days till next AG episode when he can livetweet

[nostalgicphile]

mangokiwitropicalswirl replied to your post: “Enjoying XF S11 in a Post-Gillovny Universe”:

Spot on. Sigh.

Either way, this show owns me. We'll get through it together. :)

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The Twelve Tropes of Christmas

Part X: Tenth Time's a Charm

By @mangokiwitropicalswirl

Read by kristinsauter

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[crossedbeams]

#5 for the end of year fic asks!

5. Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?

In terms of execution or reaction? For the latter, I have an early seasons WIP for which I love the idea but hate my execution so that will likely never see the light of day. Maybe one day I’ll find away to write it.

In terms of response, Trinity is, without a doubt, the fic I’ve worked hardest at. I edited, planned, plotted and beta-d it to death (with the wonderful help of @therobbinsnest and @stellagibsonisalifeforce and though I have had some wonderful wonderful feedback, the blood and tears that went in never quite delivered the success o many things I’ve written carelessly/in one sitting. I try not to be discouraged and know crossover is a tough sell, but I must admit the battle to get part two on paper is slightly harder knowing that there may not be a readership out there for it. I will finish it, because I love it. I’m proud of my characterisation, the plot and the quality of my writing but it is a struggle right now.

Same goes for the couple of things I wrote for Blanche Dubois. Patience may be my favourite ficlet I’ve ever written. There’s a challenge to channeling Tennessee Williams that I love, a call to stretch oneself linguistically but not lose sight of the humanity and I really love this post Streetcar vignette. It’s off fandom and a one off though so I never expected it it to do much but I’d have loved more people to read it. 

[starrynight-over-thepast]

mangokiwitropicalswirl a réagi à votre photo : Saw this when I was walking home with a friend...

This is all our safe space. My sister asked me today what I’ve been up to. I couldn’t tell her I’ve spent most of my week online processing my overreaction to some gossip about two celebrities and whether they might be dating.

Are you me? Explaining Gillovny is hard enough, let alone letting on how much you're actually affected by it.

This is why I love this fandom. ,

[myassbrokethefall]

mangokiwitropicalswirl replied to your post: para-amour replied to your post: ...

I’m hoping Joel McHale will deliver a comical David message, baring my even greater hopes for a David surprise

That would be great! I hope you’re right, and he would be a good person to do it (and it would be less weird that he was invited, as much as I love me some Joel McHale). 

[stellagibsonisalifeforce]

@mangokiwitropicalswirl replied to your post “I had such a crazy busy day that I didn’t even glance at my phone from...”

Just relax and read my new fic :)

Ohh, @mangokiwitropicalswirl I read it. And I liked it. A lot. A lot a lot.  

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Bryan Fuller what are you doing now? stop

HE DID NOT

*facepalm*

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The Twelve Tropes of Christmas

Part X: Tenth Time's a Charm

By @mangokiwitropicalswirl

Read by kristinsauter

Please leave the author a comment if you enjoyed their story 😘