#defectivenightmares

[a-velvetipped]

@defectivenightmares        /            starter       call         (            camilla wolfe.           )  

     “       so       you       own       this       place,       huh?        what       a       shit       hole.       “    she’s       joking,       of       course       -       told       by       the       glimmer    in   her  eyes       and       the       low       laugh       that       follows.    “       i       love       what  you’re       wearing.       look       at       all       of       those       rings !      “   and,  taking      the olive       out       of       her       drink,       she       bites       it       off   the  cocktail  stick   slowly     -      making       sure       to       keep       eye       contact       with       the   other   woman.     “      those       are       the       type       of       hands       i       wouldn’t    mind       having       around       my       neck.       “      

[halechief]

𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:      @defectivenightmares,      ‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’

                       her back is to him, a mercy without a doubt, but on whose behalf she can’t quite decide   ----   perhaps both of theirs. she eyes the vaulted ceiling while the grounding breath she draws in steadily settles leaden in her lungs, her shoulders visibly rigid with tension.    ❛    what is it that you want to hear, thomas ?   ❜     it tastes faintly of defeat,  and she turns, hand raised to allow her palm to embrace the base of her throat over the high neck of a black sweater.  her expression is drawn taut, and she crosses her other arm over her chest, hand chafing briefly against the opposite arm in an unconscious search for comfort.    ❛    i have been clear from the beginning.  this,   ❜     she nods toward the vacuum of empty space between them,   ❛   is all the us that there will ever be.  you knew that when i asked for you to come back.  would you prefer i lied   ?      would that satisfy you  ?    ❜

                 the pause weighs on her more than she’d imagined it would, and she turns away from him, in an effort to hide the twitching of her features before he could notice.   ❛    i have no interest in being punished for things i disclosed to you from the start   .   .    .    i think it might be best if you go.    ❜       she clears her throat, vulnerability suppressed as quickly as it had come over her, like a door swinging shut, eyes hardened as she turns back to face him. her hands drop to her sides, meeting his gaze cooly as she begins to move past him.   ❛    i’ll give you some privacy to collect your things.    ❜

[booksmarting]

late night sentence starters, for @defectivenightmares.

her stomach sort of does a somersault when she hears that. it’s like she’s been waiting for permission, for jean to hold her like that and command that she’d be kissed like how hermione has been aching to kiss her since they’ve met. it was inappropriate, she knew. 

the voice in her head screamed at her, about how utterly inappropriate it was. but wasn’t that part of the appeal? that her and jean weren’t supposed to be doing this. jean was married and her therapist.

it was wrong, but god, it felt so right. 

she grabs jean like she’s made out of something soft. and kisses her so tenderly. but it only lasts a second, before she pins jean against the wall and kisses her until they’re both breathless and her body is begging for more.     ❛ like that? ❜    she whispers against her lips, smiling before she bites jean’s lower lip. she’s definitely not shy any more.

[ncnducor]

she’s watching her, is watching the way the moonlight illuminates her skin, is studying the way the curtains, that move with the soft breeze, draw patterns across her body. perhaps she’s asleep—- jean doesn’t know, doesn’t intend to disturb her slumber should she be. the fingers that chase the almost eery, yet beautiful shaps move gently, just in case. a breath of a touch, and nothing more. they needed to talk about so much needed to talk about how sidney had figured out where to find diane her to begin with. she owed her an explanation too, but all that could wait for another day, could wait until the sun had risen high. for now, she was content in the limbo they’d found themselves in. hadn’t talked, had merely vanished together, disappeared, after sidney had just shown up. there had been no room for wards between kisses and desperate touches. they’d agreed, silently so, to keep that for another time. so here they were, somewhere between lie and truth, between accusation and explanation, and she quite liked it here, had no intention to leave, just yet. besides, sidney was asleep anyways, for all she knew. 

lips press against a bare shoulder, the looming threat of reality, of the morning after, far far away. she’s content, right here, right now. for the first time, she realizes, in quite some time. funny how that goes, she thinks, wondering briefly, how long it’ll last. 

↳ non-verbal starter for sidney ! @defectivenightmares / sc.

[foxbelieve]

Here’s a question for you. How do you think Mulder would have evolved at the FBI and throughout his life if he’d never met Scully?

Honestly, I feel like if he never met Scully, he either would have died very early on or have been arrested. Scully was the one who kept him from going too far into the conspiracy. She kept him honest and from doing stupid things, and without him, he probably would have done so many things that would have ended up with him killed. CSM would have easily been able to trick him into making a mistake, because he’d never have a voice of reason telling him that whatever he was doing was a very bad idea. 

It is really either those two options, or he would have been forced to quit or transfer back to the BAU. The FBI would have shut down the X-Files easily because the solve rate wouldn’t be nearly as high as it was with the two of them partnered, and he would either be forced to transfer or he would have quit due to his pride getting in the way. 

[murios-archive]

‘ my demons are not remotely tackled. they’re just mildly concussed. ’ ((faith @ nat))

          ❛  i’ve  never  known  you  to  do  anything  in  a  way  that  would  be  considered  mild.  ❜

delivered on a tease-laced tongue,  nat doesn’t turn to look at faith as she speaks,  merely allows for the quirk of her brow and the matching curve of her lips to carry the message  for  her.   but it’s not simply cajolery directed at the other woman,  she means every word.  faith is a  force  in all things  ——   her passion,   her anger,  her determination  ——   and while she’d spoken in jest,  and nat’s response teetered on a tone of wry sarcasm,  the words are earnest enough.

restless fingers place her tools back in the back from which they’d been retrieved,  and natasha turns,  shifting closer and folding her legs up under her as her head tilts  ——as if really noticing faith for the first time since she’d entered the room.   and maybe that’s exactly what this is,  one taking in the truly weighty feelings that hang from the other’s words.   she frowns,  her hands rising to frame the slayer’s face,  thumbs dragging across her cheekbones  (  and whoever said  killers  couldn’t be  soft? ).  

         ❛  i  don’t  think  that  we’re  ever  completely  rid  of  them.  they  will  always  find  their  way  to  us  even  when  we   think   they’re  bested.  ❜      hers come in flashes of memory,  dark,  and red,  and  angry.  she’s lived too many years without a good night’s sleep,  but some curses are meant to be borne.     ❛  what  i   do   know,  is  that  we’ve  come  a  long  way  from  letting  them  control  us.  and  maybe  that  has  to  be  good  enough.  ❜      that,  and having someone to share those sleepless nights with,  she thinks,  the smile returning to her lips.

SHARP OBJECTS  »  @defectivenightmares​

[airplanecrushed-a]

           ❝   you put your arms around me and i’m home.   ❞

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[risksit]

“Falling in love with a woman like you happens so quickly.” ((debbie))

@defectivenightmares   /   accepting

FINGERS LACE TOGETHER, as Lou leans in to press a kiss against Deb’s cheek. They’re having brunch, and Lou suddenly feels the urge to just leave with her and forget about eating anything else. But she holds back, looks at the woman next to her and smiles. “ I love you too, sweetheart. ”