#fbiisms

[skepticreal]

“ WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE funny? ”

@fbiisms gets a random starter.

[believertrue]

@fbiisms

    MULDER  NEVER  EXPECTED  THIS  ,    to  be  sitting  on  agent  john  doggett's  couch  with  his  hand  curled  out  before  him  ,  eyes  on  the  television  in  front  of  them  ;  was  he  bored  ?  certainly  .  watching  cars  race  around  a  track  was  not  his  thing  ,  as  there  was  just  something  about  a  basketball  game  that  made  it  more  entertaining  .     ❛     you  don't  really  enjoy  this,  do  you  agent  doggett  ?     ❜     mulder  tilted  his  head  back  towards  the  other  man  .

[missingmulder]

CHARACTER AESTHETIC                \              john doggett ( @fbiisms )

[grimprim-blog]

mwah + reyes 👀

@fbiisms

this is a little different than a stolen kiss in the front seat of her car———- a kiss she never knew about.

this is a lot different than a friendly smile every now and again———— a look of pride half-muted by professionalism and oh-god-i-know-the-kind-of-pain-you’re-in. 

that proves to be the greatest challenge for her. not the unkiss but knowing him, knowing john to be a fighter. it makes her wonder whether her lips touch his a little too carefully. god knows the world hasn’t treated him like a glass piece but maybe he’s come to expect that kind of roughness from everybody. she’d hate to offend him.

it becomes very obvious to her that every brain cell she’s got is actively trying to avoid thinking about how she’s currently kissing john doggett, and how he may not like it. but she does, there’s a sweetness to it, a rightness. 

it’s okay, she thinks, more to him than to herself. when we pull away i can pretend it never happened.

[anabioun]

@fbiisms.  /  plotted starter.

when the agents had first shoved the being into this cell and locked the door behind him, it had taken several hours for the effect of the tranquillisers to begin wearing off. once he had regained his ability to stand, however, he had started to pace --- and, for the better part of an hour, he did not cease or rest. he prowled around the cell like an impatient, furious lion, shooting glares at anyone who passed by the glass wall, flexing his skeletal hands at his sides, curling his lip every so often in either anger or disgust. even the sound of thudding footsteps descended down the stairs did not coax him to a halt, and when a small woman and an austere-looking man stopped in front of the cell to stare, he offered them nothing but the most withering, HATEFUL stare he could muster.

[believertrue]

@griefheld

    WITH  HIS  BLOOD  PUMPING  ,   familiarity  flooding  his  veins  with  every  step  he  made  across  the  court  ,  it  was  hard  to  say  mulder  wasn't  having  fun  . . .  it  was  just  a  surprise  with  who  was  all  .     ❛     you  up  for  a  little  trash  talk  ,  agent  doggett  ?     ❜     he  swiveled  suddenly  ,  bouncing  the  ball  a  few  feet  before  he  launched  off  the  floor  as  he  threw  it  ,  shoes  squeaking  .  watching  it  bounce  off  the  back  of  the  rim  and  manage  to  slither  into  the  hoop  ,  mulder  flaunted  a  smirk  at  the  agent  before  moving  off  to  fetch  it  .     ❛     ––  coulda  easily  deflected  that  .     ❜

[missingmulder]

@spookakimbo & @fbiisms

[missingmulder]

❝ you can go home and rest, if you want. i’ll watch her for awhile. it’s what my brother would want. ❞

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