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red-n-stuff · 11 months

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Thunder Only Happens When it’s Rainin’

The morning after the interrogation, Darlin wakes from a dream reliving their past. Guilt ridden and aching though they are, Sam is always there right when they need him.

It was some time towards the end of May. They remembered the time so clearly because the school year was coming to a close. DAMN was closing into summer break and Graduation caps had been ordered. The fields of wildflowers up on the foothills were starting to go to seed. All except the late blooming yellow asters.

Those yellow asters stuck out vividly in their memory. The smell of them often followed them home. Crushed into the grain of their skin. The petals finding their way into the edges of their shoes only to fall out and scatter the floor with small reminders of him. To their keen nose, Quinn always sort of smelt like the asters. Like something tangy and tart. Not fully there unless you were looking for it.

Strange, that a fragrance-free flower held such a scent based memory for them. Though, truthfully, they weren’t sure if Quinn smelt like the flowers- or if the flowers just smelt like Quinn.

The day leading up to their time on the hill was a haze, they couldn’t remember if it was a weekend or a weekday, though in the end it didn’t really matter. The setting was the important part anyway. The sky was orange and growing purple around the edges. A warm summer evening, the sun finally gone enough to be safe. Quinn’s Mustang was parked at the bottom of the hill by the trail they climbed together. Quinn playfully shoving their shoulders, and Darlin trying to trip him as they raced. They sat were it was flat, shoulder to shoulder. Asters brushing at their legs.

They were sharing a cigarette. The last of what they had been able to nick from their mom, lit with the lighter Quinn said he had stolen from his dad some long, forgotten time ago.

There was an unspoken understanding between the two of them. Up here, looking out onto the distant city lights, the rest didn’t matter. Not the hurtful words, or their family falling to pieces. Up here, they were something Precious. Two best friends on a perfect day.

At some point, they leaned their head onto his shoulder. Both their fingers brushing as the second-to-last drag was passed over. Quinn’s shoulders rising on the inhale, cheeks filling with it followed by a slow exhale chased by smoke. Handing it back to them, where they left the butt between their lips to ruminate.

Self destructive habits always seemed less unhealthy with a friend, and wrapped in the last of the days light, even adverse things felt healing. Even looking back on it now, they struggled to find the warning. The stop sign. Any indication of what would happen the deeper they fell. They couldn’t stop their reactions to him- not even the way their heart leapt as Quinn reached between them to curl his hand around theirs’. Not even when he rotated his hand to clasp their fingers. Not even the fact that, deep down, they knew the meaning of the gestures were wildly off balance. They didn’t regret a second of it- and maybe that was what made the truth of it so hard to swallow.

They remembered the way Quinn looked at them. The feel of his thick hair as it brushed against their neck when they turned to look up at them. His eyes were mischievous. Sort of on just this side of hazy. They had an oily sheen that made him look…tired- but then again- that wasn’t something that ever really changed. At the time, seeing him on that hill was their favorite. He looked…at ease. Relaxed and in turn, that made it easier for them. He was still and calm, and that was enough.

They often wondered if maybe they’d smiled with too much truth at the time, and that’s what caused it. If they’d flashed some semblance of the carefully repressed longing they’d been concealing. If there was some fatal flaw they may have missed. Either way, they were sure the outcome would have been the same. The atmosphere was too strong. It didn’t really matter who leaned in first.

Quinn reached up unexpectedly, fingers deftly plucking the cigarette directly from their mouth in a bold gesture that took them slightly off guard. They couldn’t take their eyes off Quinn’s lips as he took the final drag- not even as the smoke escaped in whisps like a promise from the back of his teeth. Exhaled like a question. Eyes not leaving theirs’ for a moment.

They had frozen, but they hadn’t tensed. Their cheeks had darkened. Eyes unwavering as Quinn crushed the cigarette into the dirt and shoved the butt in his pocket of his jacket.

Without a scrap of forethought, they had suddenly reached over with their hand curling around Quinn’s nicotine-stained fingers. They had guided his palm to rest firmly in place against thier cheek. Holding him there as their gazes held. Quinn’s breathe caught audibly in his throat, but he didn’t pull away. He didn’t scramble back in a moment of panic. The dare to hope coiled around their bobbing throat like barbed wire. The chance at fulfilling that ever present something ache that had burrowed in their chest. It was there- right in front of them in the form of blinking eyes full of tension, and raw stress-bitten lips half parted in apprehension.

They leaned in before they could talk themself out of it. Under the internal assurance that they’d come too far to stop now, they pressed their lips chastely against Quinn’s. A soft brush, a question.

Quinns hand tightened where it held his in the dirt between them. They could feel the soft gasp of air after the single second of pressure.

They didn’t recall when they’d shut their eyes, but they held them tightly closed. Unwilling to face the potential negative consequences they may find when they opened them. However, instead of a firm slap, they instead received an answer. Quinn had shifted closer, their foreheads pressing together solidly.

There was something akin to a fatal moment of hesitance in the breath between them in that moment. Like the feeling of knowing what you’re doing is wrong but falling headfirst into it anyway.

Quinn kissed them soft and sweet and slow, and of course they were weak to it. They couldn’t stop the rush they felt, the sparks that crackled behind their eyelids. Couldn’t stop the way they drew Quinn closer.

Their lips met and parted in quick succession, lengthening with each fresh press that Eventually dissolved into an extended kiss. One that felt like their lips were magnetic, both pulled and pushed by the force of suppressed want, and, oh how badly did they want him. They wanted to gather him up by the scruff and kiss him again and again and again until they were drunk on it. They wanted to taste all the bittersweet honey of nicotine and brown sugar.

Quinn shifted to press in closer, and they happily fell back against the ground. Those sunny-faced asters bobbing around their head as their lips slowly began to part. Above them, Quinn offered a breathy laugh, tinged by his accent. Their eyes opened just long enough to see the full force of Quinn’s quirked smirk before he laid down, tucking his nose against their throat.

“Tell me precious….Have you ever been bitten by a vampire?”

The scene faded around them, and their fluttering eyes slowly peeled open to the light that filtered in through the honey colored curtains like water. It bathed the room in warmth and comfort. Beside them, Sam was still asleep. Back pressed against their own. They could feel him breathing steadily.

For a moment, they were still disoriented. Lost between their past and their present. They inhaled slowly and exhaled again quietly.

A dense ball of prickling dread solidified in their stomach. Guilt made their scalp prickle.

They smacked their lips- expecting the taste of iron and nickel that accompanied their nightmares, but instead found only dryness and the memory of the cheap cigarettes they’d long since given up. They held as still as they could, blinking slowly as the memory of his touch faded against their hands.

It was hard to believe that once- sometime far away, in another lifetime, they had looked at Quinn and seen a future.

“I can hear the gears whirrin from here Darlin’” Sam’s husky voice arose from behind them, startling them from their thoughts. Still damp with sleep, he rolled slowly to face them. Tucking his nose up into their shoulder blades. Pressing a long, slow kiss against the knobs of their spine as his hand brushed against their hip. A question for consent.

They exhaled slowly, pressing back into his hold to encourage the arm looping around them securely.

“Dreamin?” Their mate questioned, lightly rubbing his thumb against their hip bone. His voice was twinged with concern in that way that betrayed his worry. Like he was trying not to press the issue, but he couldn’t help but care.

They nodded, throat feeling too sticky to answer.

Sam made a low sound of acknowledgment, tightening his arm slightly around them as he shifted up to press a kiss or two across their shoulder. His lips a bit chapped and rough against the delicate skin. The bare skin of his chest pressed warm and flush against their bare back.

“Do ya needta talk about it?” He asked, this time voice a little softer.

After everything that had happened yesterday, they felt guilty needing more. Needing him to hold them tighter. Needing to confess everything Quinn hadn’t already spilled.

They thought it over for a few moments. Through all of this- confiding was still hard. Vulnerability was still hard. The fight against their first instinct to hide everything they felt. The fight to just be themselves in that present moment. Their exhaustion helped to soften them.

“It was a memory,” they murmured after a long moment of silence, glad they weren’t facing him to say this. “Of Quinn…of before…before everything went to shit.”

Sam squeezed their hip comfortingly. They took the quiet time to try to sort through the swell of emotions that came with the admission.

“I…it’s hard to believe we ever…worked.” They murmured, curling in tighter on themselves. “That I..that I ever..did what we did.”

They sighed, rolling over to press their nose into his chest. Scrubbing a hand over their face.

“It’s alright Darlin,” he soothed, likely for the hundredth time in the span that he’d known them. Eternally patient. “Thunder only happens when it’s rainin’ after all…seein’ him again, and him…” he drew in a slow, steadying breath. Darlin could smell the spark of anger he tried to quell. The sent like gunpowder. “And him doing what he did…there’s bound to be stress that’s reopenin’ old wounds.”

“Yeah..” they affirmed quietly, worrying their lip between their teeth for a moment. Guilt rising in their chest. It hadn’t been a bad dream though. The shame and embarrassment of it left a bitter taste- but the memory itself was something like fond. One of the few handfuls they had of Quinn just being normal. It felt wrong to have any fondness when it came to that man.

“Just feels wrong.”

They heard Sam restrain a sound. Not sure fully what it would have been, but sure it was frustration. Sam’s fingers reached to slide gently through their hair, petting them slowly. Massaging their scalp.

“It ain’t wrong to love, Darlin..” he whispered, “it ain’t your fault he did what he did…people like that only love you when they’re playin sick, twisted games.”

He gently kissed their forehead, and they slowly let their eyes droop closed.

“You just feel whatever you needta feel, and dream whatever ya need to dream.” He squeezed them tighter, “we’re gettin through this. Together. Come hell or high water.”

They released a shuddery exhale, overcome with their love for this man. For the gentleness he shared with them. The delicate touch to all their broken scars.

“I…I’m so thankful for you.” They murmured against his skin.

“And I’m thankful for you Darlin’” he squeezed their shoulders tenderly, “ain’t a hair on your head that I don’t count amongst my blessin’s.”

Their lip quivered, and they pressed their face as hard as they could against his collarbones to stifle the rise of tears. They wouldn’t cry again. They wouldn’t.

Sam’s hand slowly rubbed the middle of their back, pretending like he didn’t notice the way their breathing changed or the salt against his skin.

“Let’s just stay in bed.” He soothed, “go back to sleep…we’re not in a hurry. I’ve got you Darlin.”

They nodded weakly.

“I love you, Sammy.” They whispered through choking breaths.

“I love you too Darlin.”

#redacted asmr #redacted #redacted darlin #redacted sam #shaw pack #redacted fanfic #redacted quinn #post interrogation #y’all I really like the idea that Quinn’s most of the reason that darlin is so untrusting and jaded #the idea that they used to be more open #and that Quinn acted like the perfect man only to turn all of it upside down on them the moment they were vulnerable #totally not me just projecting my own trauma 😳#Red Writes #Heavy

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boilingheart · 1 year

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best thing about mathias shaw is that there's just no sex appeal. zero. none. nada. this guy's got no rizz or whatever they're calling it these days. nothing. yeah he's like well built he's a master spy and one of the top rogues for sure, he's uptight and got that van dyke mustache and wears a corset 24/7 but he's just so fucking stick in the mud boring he's a vibe killer being around him is rancid he's so uptight and to the book you can't stand him. he curls his fuckin mustache he smiles at nothing. in theory he is hot as hell. catboy type of modern middle aged man babygirl. my girlfriend in theory. right. but he's so comically unfuckable. old white guy child soldier who's never fucking smiled in his life until flynn fairwind showed up. shout out to flynn fairwind, who is overflowing with raw sex appeal and charm and charisma, who took one look at this boring unsalted alliance spymaster who curls his mustache and hides his personality behind 37 reinforced walls, said "i can fix him" and then he DID. it's so funny to me. i'm correct about everything btw.

#bheart talks #sorry guys i'm coming back to wow and like every old wow hyperfixation is slowly rising from the dirt and reanimating #also i say all of this with love i love mathias shaw so dearly #if y'all remember he was my blorbo for the entirety of 2020 and i am background obsessed with him #but like. for me personally unlike with all the other blorbos of mine where i'm l #i'm like ''hey babygirl'' and i sit here and objectify my collection of middle aged grizzled jaded men. mathias shaw just. does NOT fit #he is simply NOT in this category and that is SO FUNNY TO MEEEE #in theory and on paper he could be absolutely yes he hits all the boxes yet in execution? negative points in sex appeal #and flynn is smitten and in love with him they are madly in love with each other #mathias shaw you are so boring /affectionate #my dearest fucked up ginger whose background is mostly duct taped cardboard cutouts and my personal hcs and imagination for the rest #mathias shaw

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lady-olive-oil · 2 years

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Genevieve: I’m the baddest around and there ain’t nothing anyone can do about it.

Florian: you sure about that? Looking a little basic to me.

Genevieve: Watcha mouth when you talking to me. You wanna keep all your teeth?

Florian; Oh I do and so I am. Question is; do I need to use them on you?

Genevieve: Cocky and disgusting.

Florian; I didn’t hear any objections.

Genevieve: Get over yourself Munteanu.

Florian; Not till you get over me first.

Genevieve: Good bye!

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I had to!🤣it’s been a thought in my head lately.

To my good sis @tallulahchanel here’s a little something something.😏

#florian munteanu fanfic #florian munteanu #florian and Geneva #jade cargill #geniveve shaw

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xuntamed · 2 years

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Gen.shin Imp.act AU

Hails from Liyue; and was born in Qingce Village.

He received his vision pretty young; when he was about 6. He was standing up to his father; protecting his mother from his abuse when he noted that in his small grasp an Electro Vision had seemed to appear from nothing.

His father tried to weaponize Shaw due to his vision; having always tried to obtain one himself but being unable to. The abuse worsened due to this.

His mother tried to stop this and even tried to steal Shaw away from the village, but was caught. She disappeared soon after --- but Shaw is certain that she is dead.

Shaw found solace with one of the elderly within the village; who used to be a researcher. He would visit him to the point where it was a replacement home; the older man offering him meals and even his own room. He took interested in history and liked to listen to the old man talk.

He got something like an education from him; and was considered to be his ‘mentee’.

When Shaw was older, about 14/15, he finally got up the courage to leave Qingce village; taking off to make his way to Liyue Harbor. It was a very long and sometimes perilous journey, but he made it many months later.

There, Shaw took on many small jobs to keep afloat, schooling himself and learning as much as he could.

For awhile, he was on edge; wondering if his father would somehow find him here. Luckily, he never has so far and Shaw got much more comfortable in Liyue Harbor.

Due to his affinity for archeology and research, he was able to get into college with a lot of support from elder researchers who saw a lot of potential within him. While he is young, he is often brought on expeditions into the many ruins within Liyue; especially given both his talents and his vision.

Now at 20, is currently attending graduate school/taking graduate courses and is in a small apartment, although he barely stays there.

Loves rock and roll and plays the bass/guitar himself. He adores Xinyan’s impromptu performances, especially given how much it pisses off the public.

Is actually really in Zhongli’s stories. Especially give how much history he knows about; although he finds it suspicious how much he knows at times. But he reminds him a lot of his old mentor.

Offers his services to the adventurer’s guild at times, but never takes commissions centered in Qingce village.

Catalyst user. His attacks are quick and are usually done in short and yet effective bursts.

#; ( hated; jaded --- i'm the type you hated ) headcanons #// i'll think of verse tags later jofdkgodf #and more about what he thinks of canon characters and other stuff cause it's fun but #shaw's genshin verse!

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years

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The amount of edits I have sat around not finished is scary. I have one from two months ago that literally needs two more clips. Here's one I started a week ago

Using it to remember old faces, hot boys who'll stay on this account till I die and some new faces I want to start editing

Enjoy :)

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #drew mcintyre #jade thirlwall #eminem #doja cat #deadpool #hugh jackman #deckard shaw #jason statham #ryan reynolds #wolverine

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multiplebirthinwebcomics · 5 months

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Booster and Charlie, Paranatural's Sphinxes, Edie and Gladys and Molly and Angel are qualified for the bracket !

#tournament polls #multibirth tournament #prelims #webcomics #webcomic #webtoon #tapas webcomic #indie comics #indie webcomic #web comic #curious case of the ring brothers #dumbing of age #flaky pastry #long exposure #paranatural #the forgotten order #widdershins #zoophobia #comicblr

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faeted-if · 2 years

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Faeted is a darkly intrinsic tale that weaves a story between our own world and the hidden world of the Fae. Are you prepared for what is to come?

Setting: New York City

Genre(s): Modern Fantasy, Supernatural, Romantic Dramedy, and Action.

Warning(s): This story is rated 18+ for pervasive sexual themes, explicit language, crude humor, alcohol consumption, mentions of torture, depictions of blood and murder, death, slight mental manipulation, and mentions of imprisonment.

DEMO (TBA)

Summary

You've been running for as long as you could remember.

Ever since that fateful day that you had accidentally killed your high school sweetheart... You've never stopped running, have never looked back, as you couldn't deal with the memories that awoke within your mind because of the action.

You don't know what you are, not truly anyway, but you're certain that you're not completely human as you once thought. The scrappy runaway that tags along with you only brings that fact home.

Ten years pass, with you you running from the darkness of your past, but you should have known that it would eventually catch up with you.

One can only run for so long before they're caught. You just never expected to be pulled into the whole world connected to the one you're used to living in-- as well as a murder case that seems way too familiar.

Will you be able to survive your induction into the Fae World? The place you were always meant to be?

Or will you always remain a person running from their past? Never truly finding where they belong.

Features

Play as an MC that only wants to figure out where they belong. While also dealing with the revelation that they're an incubus/succubus. (Inspired by the wonderful show Lost Girl.)

Customizable MC: name, gender, sexuality, appearance, and more!

Will you allow the Fae World to pull you under its alluring presence? Or will you stick to the human roots that raised you? A mixture of both?

Which side will you sway more towards? The Light Fae-- the bringers of peace and honor? The Dark Fae-- the bringers of chaos and deception? Or will you choose to remain unaligned?

Solve a murder that has all the hallmarks of what you had done in the past. Will you be able to clear your name while fighting the darkness of your memories?

Romance 1 of 5 possible options-- from the compassionate human doctor to the sullen shifter. Poly possibility with N and R.

Find you way within a world you were always meant to be apart of.

Will you finally be able to find the thing you've been searching for all this time?

Romantic Options

Noel/Noelle Grey [M/F] - The Doctor

33 [5'11" | Sea Green Eyes | Golden Blonde Hair]

A Human Doctor within the mythical world of the Fae. Something you never expected to encounter upon being inducted into it. With a gentle gaze, soft voice, and compassionate disposition, you know that they're someone who just wants the best for their patients. Why do they look so sad though?

Species: Human

Allegiance: Light Fae

Talan/Tala Shaw [M/F] - The Detective

500+ [6'2" | Cognac Brown Eyes | Onyx Black Hair]

The First Fae that truly comes into contact with you-- barring your best friend-- and you can immediately tell that they don't trust you; after all you're unaligned. Meaning you're a wild card and that's not something that sits well with the shifter. Will you be able to get to know the strong, and loyal, heart that lies beneath?

Species: Wolf Shifter

Allegiance: Light Fae

Ryan/Reyna Lewis [M/F] - The Dark Fae

800+ [6'6" | Sapphire Blue Eyes | Dark Brown Hair]

Detective Lewis wasn't an easy person to get along with-- not from what you've gathered in your initial interaction with them at least. Harsh words, sarcastic quips, and an overall apathy to your very presence showcased the fact. It seems that they enjoyed being around only one person; Doctor Grey, the harshness falling away into a gentleness you'd never expect. Will you ever have that kindness turned on you?

Species: Phoenix

Allegiance: Dark Fae

Jace/Jade Holland [M/F] - The Anchor

28 [5'5" | Light Brown Eyes | Raven Black Hair]

The person that you know will always have your back no matter what. They're the one that introduced you to the possibility of you not being completely human; having been adopted they couldn't really relay too much information, but what they were able to share potentially saved your life. You can't imagine your life without their kind smile, happy-go-lucky demeanor, or their contagious laugh. Will something else blossom?

Species: Fairy

Allegiance: Unaligned

Perseus/Persephone Chase [M/F] - The Tutor

100+ [5'8" | Forest Green Eyes | Dark Auburn Hair]

They don't have much interest in the affairs of the people going on around them. As long as they're left alone, like they have always been, they'll be fine. Being a half-breed within the Fae World being almost as taboo as the human doctor, but they've been able to persevere so far. Will you be able to open their eyes to the world they feel like abandoned them? While they show you how to control the demon within yourself?

Species: Half-Breed (Sex Demon/Unknown)

Allegiance: Dark Fae

#faeted #interactive novel #interactive fiction #choice script #demo release set for december #no demo

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