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Fic: I Can See You (Up Against A Wall With Me) (M, MSR)

1500 words; M for sexual situations; Skinner goes out to a bar and catches his supervisory agents consorting, because that's what my beloved @brenayla wanted for her birthday (tw: alcohol) also available on AO3

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I was out at a bar. I do that sometimes, go to bars. Not as often as you’d think. Too many people in this town can recognize a fed. Maybe it’s the shoes. I get noticed. Somebody wants to buy me a drink. Eventually, they ask for a favor. Might take a few dates, but it’s inevitable. To tell you the truth, I’m tired of it.

But every now and then, I still go to a bar. Otherwise it’s lonely office to lonely apartment, maybe a stop at the gym. I try to tell myself doesn’t bother me. Tonight I made some pasta and a salad, pretended I was enjoying a glass of cheap wine. But then there wasn’t anything on tv to distract me from the silence. Eventually I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and my least-fed-like sneakers. I was looking for company who wouldn’t understand what a GS-14 was. Not so easy to find around here.

This bar was on the edge of DC, far from Capitol Hill and all the federal buildings around it. It was a little dive-y, but fuck it, I was looking for a good time, not a constant companion. I ordered a rum and Coke. Not the most dignified drink, but I wasn’t there because I was dignified. Besides, they remind me of drinking with my buddies in the Army. I can only have a couple before the less-enjoyable memories start creeping in, but they’re a nice start to my night. I’d just settled in, leaning on the bar, when I heard a woman laugh.

I’d heard that laugh before. Not often, granted. She hadn’t had much to laugh about the last few years. But it was unmistakable. I tried not to turn and look, but then I heard it again, and the pull of it was irresistible. It bubbled up in her, the laugh, like she was the first person to discover joy. Clean and pure and contagious, like a baby’s laugh. And there was his laugh, a rumbly chuckle that harmonized with her high-pitched giggle. Her honest-to-God giggle. There was no other word for it.

I scanned the place casually, pretending not to. They weren’t at the tables. They weren’t in the booths. I didn’t see them anywhere, until—a glint in the short dark hallway that led to the bathrooms. Red hair. She was pressed up against the wall, looking up at him while he leaned over her. Damn if I hadn’t seen the same look on their faces before somehow in every meeting, even when they were sitting five feet away from each other in separate chairs. My field agents. Mulder and Scully.

Huh. I’d wondered for years if they were together. Maybe they had been, maybe not. They’d had that kind of way about them since day one. This was less ambiguous: in the shadows, in a bar, his arm against the wall beside her head as he tilted toward her. She tipped her head up toward him, a crystal-clear invitation. Hell, I almost ran over there and kissed her. But she wasn’t looking at me. Mulder took his sweet time closing the gap between them, but then they were kissing, in a leisurely way that suggested this was far from their first time.

Lust hit me like a punch to the gut. The way they kissed: you could feel the hunger in it from across the room. She nipped at his lower lip and he grinned. She reached out and hooked her finger through the belt loop of his jeans, pulling him closer. Her back arched as he pressed against her. He said something, his mouth skidding across her cheek to her ear. She laughed again, throatier, huskier. Aroused. Asking. He kissed her again, deeper, and it looked like a promise. His arm slipped around her waist and locked her body against his.

Fuck. I hadn’t gotten laid in way too long. I had to stop watching them. It was creating an uncomfortable situation for me in more ways than one. But after every swallow of rum and Coke, I glanced back and then away again. I couldn’t help myself. They were attractive people, that was just a fact. I’d spent too many years with them not to know that. It occurred to me that I knew what their sweat smelled like. For some reason, that didn’t help my situation. I could almost feel the friction of denim on denim, could almost smell the worn leather of his jacket and the citrusy shampoo she used to rinse away the funk of the morgue.

They might not even make it back to whichever one of their apartment was tonight’s destination. They might shift sideways until they tumbled into the bathroom. He might pick her up and fuck her against the creaky metal partition between the stalls. She might slip her fingers under his waistband right there, coolly competent, and jerk him off in the hall while he whispered promises about what he was going to do for her later, how he was going to worship her with his body. Mulder was the type, all that brooding romantic shit. He probably ate pussy like it was his religion. And I had no doubt Scully could give as good as she got. I’d known a few Catholic girls in my day.

Scully moaned. I swear I heard it from across the bar. Mulder had his hand in her hair, his other arm still around her waist. She was clutching his jacket like her knees were too wobbly to hold her up. Their kisses were faster now, a little sloppy. Six years of restraint, abandoned. I mean, goddamn, I’d seen them make a handshake look like a hard fuck. I could only imagine what they were actually getting up to in the bedroom. Or the bar bathroom. Or, and I don’t know why this hadn’t occurred to me before, their isolated basement office.

I was in trouble. I was never going to be able to look at either of them again, or go down to the basement office. It was going to smell like sex in there, regardless of what had actually happened. I could imagine what had happened, over and over, probably for the past few month. Actually, I couldn’t stop imagining it. It was a fucking shame they were my subordinates. A real fucking shame. As in, a shame I couldn’t fuck them, or at least watch.

My glass was empty. I glanced down. No way I was getting up. I tapped on the bar for another. I needed to at least shift myself somewhere less obvious. I was sitting right under a light, which was no doubt illuminating my big bald head like a full moon. The only thing I had going for me was that they were so wrapped up in each other, they didn’t seem likely to notice anyone else.

I glanced back over. Mulder had both hands under Scully’s ass. I could see his fingers flexing, kneading her ass through her jeans, maybe lifting her and spreading her cheeks so she could anticipate the way she’d open for him later. She had both arms twined around his neck, her hands in his hair. She was tonguefucking his mouth. It was all I could do not to groan into my glass. I was hard as a rock, throbbing with jealous need. I slurped the ice out of my drink and crunched it to distract myself. My hand and I were going to have a brief encounter after this, maybe in the same damn bar bathroom. Maybe another solo rendezvous when I got home, unless I found someone willing to go with me. But fuck, there was no way I’d last long enough unless I found some quick relief.

When I looked over again, they were gone. The back alley exit was still swinging closed, Scully’s laugh drifting through it one last time. At least I wouldn’t be jerking myself off in the stall next to them while they were fucking, although on second thought, that had a certain tawdry appeal. Either way, the night was over. I drained my glass and slapped a 20 on the bar to cover my tab. There were other bars in this neighborhood. Maybe I’d find a date there. This bar belonged to Mulder and Scully now. I’d never be able to come here without seeing them kissing in the shadows. Kissing and touching and moaning and that was either an unproductive line of thought or a way too productive one, depending in your point of view.

Monday was going to be damn interesting. At least I might get some money out of the office pool to cover the next lonely night out.

love reading an older fic (10-20 years+) because you get these hilarious author’s notes but ALSO because you get the occasional “shout out to Jessica….without you telling me to write this fic it wouldn’t exist” and then the author proceeds to write the best 100k fic you’ve ever read and the whole time you’re thinking to yourself, where is Jessica these days? does she know she sparked this amazing fic? shout out to Jessica hope you’re doing well girl

Fr like let the stoic old man cry like a baby

unless they specifically asked, you don’t get to tell a fanfic writer you think they mischaracterized the character by the way. because the second someone writes a fanfic about a character, that character becomes the writer’s own version of the character. canon is only a suggestion, but whether or not an author will follow it / how much of canon an author will take is entirely up to them. you don’t get to stick your nose in their world and tell them “hey this is not to my liking therefore I think you’re doing it wrong” when you can simply leave quietly and move on to something else you may enjoy

Okay, here's my criticism of this post I keep seeing -- and no, it's not what you think. I know, my longtime followers who know the kinds of things I post about a lot are probably thinking, "Oh, I know what their objection is going to be. It's going to be that 18-19 year olds are adults who can date older partners if they choose to." But no, that's not it this time! Yes, I do believe it's fine for young adults to date older adults if they choose to (and am accordingly rolling my eyes at all the "This should go up to 25!" comments in the notes), but. That's not my issue here. In fact, precisely because I believe that young adults dating older adults is morally neutral, I'm not at all concerned about the efficacy of the messaging against it. My concern is that underage minors being in sexual/romantic relationships with adults is actually harmful and dangerous, and therefore young people actually should be warned against it, and this is not an effective warning.

Fellow old people, do y'all remember being 14? At all? Would you have found this warning effective and compelling at that age?

I for sure would not! I did not! Quite the opposite!

Put yourself in the young person's position here. You have no rights. You're treated as someone with no agency. Your parents, teachers, government, and society as a whole treats you as some combination of "nuisance," "ticking time bomb," and "unthinking blob." Developmentally, you're at a phase of life when you should be transitioning to a more adult role, but everyone around you demonizes you for that desire. All your thoughts, feelings, and opinions are dismissed as the inconsequential ravings of Just A Dumb Kid Who Doesn't Know Any Better. You meet someone who treats you with basic human politeness, tells you that he likes you and that you're mature, actually treats you like you have two brain cells to rub together. Of course you're going to be drawn to him. And then when other adults warn you that obviously of course he doesn't really like you, that's impossible, of course you're not really mature, no one could possibly see you that way; actually you're naive and incapable of making your own decisions, and the way your parents/teachers/society treat you is completely justified. Are you going to heed those warnings?

Why are adults absolutely constitutionally incapable of giving good, necessary advice to teenagers without fucking insulting them in the process? Of course teenagers don't listen to it! Why would anyone??

"Oh, well, of course teenagers don't listen, because they're stubborn, and immature, and biologically determined to make bad decisions, which is all the more reason they need to be controlled," say adults, completely oblivious to the actual problem.

When I was a teenager, the big moral panic at the time was teen pregnancy, and we were all inundated with the least effective cautionary tales in the world: "If you get pregnant as a teen, you'll have to leave your parents' care and function as an adult!" Which left every girl who'd intentionally gotten pregnant for the explicit purpose of escaping her abusive parents saying "Yeah, that was the goal." And every girl who was looking for a way of escaping her abusive parents to think "What a great idea!" Today the big moral panic is older partners, but if the appeal of an older partner is that he treats you like someone capable of making your own decisions, why would you be persuaded by a counterargument of "Don't listen to him, of course you're not capable of making your own decisions!"?

Again. I'm saying this because I agree that adults dating minors is a bad thing and that minors should be warned against it. EFFECTIVELY.

That said, this is my advice to any 17-or-younger person being pursued by an 18+-year-old partner: Listen. You deserve so much better than the way society treats you. You deserve to be taken seriously. You deserve to make your own decisions in life. You have a mind of your own, and people should recognize that instead of treating your pesky "free will" as a personal affront or an inconvenient glitch. You can and should think for yourself. You deserve, and I hope you have, relationships with older people who validate those truths about you. However. You are still legally and materially powerless. I don't have to tell you that. You live it every day. Someone older than you -- and therefore, inherently, legally, more powerful than you -- should not be trying to extract things from you. Money, sex, unpaid labor, anything of value. Someone more powerful than you who truly values you, values your friendship, values you as a person, will be mindful of your status and not try to extract anything from you. Cross-age friendships are good. Older people can and should genuinely like and appreciate you, and you can and should genuinely like and appreciate them. But if they try to extract anything from you, run away.

Fan art by Ami Thompson

Cigarette Smoking Man - L to the OG (youtube)

About 10 years ago I was working for a gaming company doing creature design. After work, I would go home and dissect animals in my garage. I borrowed a tiger carcass from a local taxidermist. I wanted to understand how the jaw muscles worked, so I stop motion animated it.

The muscle on the back of the head (Temporalis) bulges out when the jaw is closed. But when the is jaw is open, it depresses in like the surface of a trampoline. But not uniformly, in a Y shaped pattern.

I ended up getting evicted for stop motion animating tiger parts in my garage…..but it was worth it. I still have hard drives full of animal carcasses reference animations today. Fun Times.

I forgot I was a horror artist

Sometimes is just me, the only autor writing fics for that unpopular ship i like and their weird ass kink they are drawing me into.

I cant belive I saw this show when I was 8 and this is my taste in men since 😭

i found it

Just stumbled upon a thriving "Billary" fandom on the Chinese Internet????

I see this a lot about asian webnovels, the tags and tws clearly state that the whole plot is about a toxic relationship, if you dont like that just move on and let people who can separate reality from fiction enjoy it

"I just hate their relationship!" I'm not holding your hand when I say this, the entire series is about their relationship. It is very clearly the main focus. And I question your ability to comprehend and analyze complex media. Please go back to shows like bubble guppies, you've shown you're an illiterate fool who wants to scrub all of the media you engage with of their complexities because you can't handle the idea of "impure" dynamics.

How it feels to find a fanfic where your favorite character is going through literally the worst horrors you can imagine

lovely character. i need him to finally break down sobbing clutching his chest like it'll stop the pain crumpling to the floor begging God to either help him or let him die

The X Files hits different when watching it with my family

- My dad calls Scully Molly, and one time he called Mulder, Scuncy.

- My sister only watches when Mulder is on screen and every episode asks when are they going to kiss (Oh poor thing).

- My mom just hates the series since S2E11, and is banned in her prescence since.

it might just be because im sleep deprived from jetlag rn but this r/relationship_advice post is making me cry actual tears of laughter. i read the post at first and was like yeah pretty standard whatever but im nosey so i clicked on the drawing op linked and i was not mentally prepared for it. putting it under a read more so you can get the same experience as i did

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william afton song mv progress... (no longer willku i apologize..) gonna make this the best fnaf music video !!! i'll probably share like 1 more piece of it later but i just wanted to share a little...

Sweet dreams

I can't belive the minecraft movie is actually shameless old man yaoi.

The movie theater was full of kids and im sure half of them discovered something about themselves today.

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever