Fanfiction Bingo

[wendelah1]

How about a game while I sort out what to say about Suture's fic and what to post next? This was posted at ropo and of course, Tumblr.

Some of the squares are easy: "Plotless Smut" and "Convenient Mistletoe." I can think of fics for those right off the top of my head. But you're going to have to help me out with a couple of them. What does "French" mean? Like, Mulder and Scully are...French? And how about, "Aah...ahhh!" Is that supposed to be a line of dialogue or what? I am assuming "Manhood" is a euphemism.



Leave your suggestions and/or bingos in the comments.

Comments

[tri-sbr.livejournal.com]

I love Hide and Seek, but I forgot about both of those scenes. Nice.

There are two instances of platonic-bed sharing in Khyber's Reach, first before they get called to the emergency situation by the military:
He lay on his back, an equilibrium of distance between them which raised questions of neither intimacy nor avoidance. A half-extended forearm, a short span, if either chose to reach.
and one after the shooting incident:
They slept together again, in a way for the last time, clothes maintaining bodies' modesty that souls have abandoned, and were close and silent.

I thought for sure that there would be dueling tongues in Skin, but the closest things my ctrl-f "tongue" came up with were: His tongue collided with hers and so that her mouth could meet his and tangle her tongue with his among many many other tongue references.

However, from Backtracking by Kel and Scetti:
Mulder's lips rested firm and still against hers, and Scully realized that this was the same way he had begun his massage, leaving his hands motionless on her shoulders. The full, warm lips lulled her until his incredible mouth began its circular pattern, its offering. An unforgettable kiss. No intrusive teeth, no dueling tongues, just the insistent waves of Mulder's lips. And then, with Scully lost in the kiss, she felt the waves deepen as Mulder's tongue licked at her lips, working in harmony with those muscular lips. At last Mulder softened the kiss, lighter, lighter, and then it was done.
Does the explicit mention of the absence of dueling tongues count? :)

Wait, wait, here we go, from Covenant by Rhondda Lake which I don't remember reading but apparently I did:
Finally she felt him move the kiss up in intensity. He molded her mouth to his, plunging his tongue deep within. Their tongues battled for dominance, sliding, twisting, entwining. Mulder won when she felt his hands trace the outline of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth.

[wendelah1]

"Wait, wait, here we go, from Covenant by Rhondda Lake which I don't remember reading but apparently I did:
Finally she felt him move the kiss up in intensity. He molded her mouth to his, plunging his tongue deep within. Their tongues battled for dominance, sliding, twisting, entwining. Mulder won when she felt his hands trace the outline of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth."

Ha ha! That's perfect, although the specific mention of a lack of battling tongues is also a terrific find!

The scene from "Reach" is almost too good to be in this game. That's lovely writing.

We haven't found a "Best Friends, My Ass," yet either.

[tri-sbr.livejournal.com]

"Reach" fills my heart up.

Ok, I tried my ctrl-f tactic again and the best one I have for 'best friends' is from Love, The Missing Word by Sarah Kiley:

Mulder snorted. "I'll be the one doing the fantasizing about my best friend, thank you very much."
"Best friend my ass. What are ya, a queer? I'll bet money-"

They are somewhat out of character in this fic (imo), but part of me kind of likes it anyway.

[wendelah1]

That does sound very OOC. But it fits the square.