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kennydoesart · 5 months

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts, Gerald the Alpaca (Marvel), Original Characters, Quentin Beck Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark Friendship (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Hurt/Comfort, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Pepper Potts, Hurt Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Lots of Hurt, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), The Blip Happens Differently (Marvel), Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), not sorry, no beta we die, Precious Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Mess, Inspired by The Purge (Movies), Purge Night (The Purge), Mutant discrimination, Mutant Peter Parker, The Rouges are mentioned, Post-Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Body Horror, Blood and Injury, Mild Gore, Near Death Experiences, Death Threats, Near Death Summary:

Luck has never been by his side. Both parents are gone, his uncle was shot, and he and a billion of other people were erased from existance for five years. Although, he did luck out on gaining Spider Powers. Peter Parker would like to make it known to whatever higher being is watching him that his life isn’t a comedy show. He lost everything when his aunt died in the first Purge. He wasn’t even there to protect her. Now on the run across the country from an anti-mutant hate group and the government, Peter is injured, wet, and cold from a dip in a cold ass lake. He arrives at a cabin, and the lights are on. Peter does what many people he saved as Spiderman would do. He calls for help.

What if the Avengers never got back together? What if Tony Stark didn’t bring Spiderman to Germany? What if the Guardians of The Galaxy brought everyone back unnoticed? What if population influx was a serious problem?

Or Or

I put the MCU and The Purge in a box and close the lid.

#mcu fanfic ao3writer ao3 ao3author fanficupdate fanfiction purgeAU mcufanfic peterparker tonystark pepperpots morganstark

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ao3authorstats · 1 month

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FROM ANON: active in early 2024, 2 fics, Star Wars, main ship was Obikin!

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#star wars #2024 #anon data #obikin

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sphericaldice · 1 year

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Every Part of You

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡ Ao3

Author’s note: Long time no see tumblr! This ficlet is actually pretty old but I wanted to post it here to revive this account. CW for brief ED mention, otherwise this is pretty fluffy. As usual my askbox is open for requests, prompts, hatemail, whatever. Enjoy!

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Still in her skivvies, Sonia flopped dejectedly onto the hotel bed, clutching the blue garment against her full chest. It was a trumpet-style gown inspired by Glaceon, aegon with pale blue fringe and an exposed back. She tried to pull up the fond memories of the week before; Gran’s prideful beam when she twirled for her, the way the beautiful dress zipped all the way without incident (Thank Arceus). But then there was that store clerk.

“Just don't feed her any more” The ageing woman with a shoddy green hair dye-job had muttered as she carried off the two other sizes Sonia tried on.

The soon-to-be professor just couldn't muster up those Glaceon Princess vibes anymore without that old woman’s words tagging along to spoil the whole thing, making her chest tighten and her eyes water.

The dress would look awful on her. The sleeveless thing would hug her stomach in all the wrong places and make her arms look like Copperjah’s gigantic trunk. Her butt would stick out and everyone would notice. No one would pay attention to her inauguration speech. They’d just be gawking at the fat redhead, the dolled-up Mamoswine. If Leon weren’t using the shower she’d fly right in and rid herself of the buttered scone she’d had on their way to The Rose of Rondelands. Now more than ever she wished Yamper had been allowed to accompany her, not just to see her sworn in as Galar’s head professor but also to comfort her. That dog always knew what to say.

“How can you name your whole bloody hotel after a Pokemon and not even allow them in?” Sonia wondered aloud, “Snobs.”

At that moment she heard the water switch off, and not long after, her boyfriend emerged from the washroom, garbed in a pair of Yamper-face boxers, (a birthday gift from yours truly).

“What’s up, Son’?” Leon furrowed his brow. After knowing the woman for as long as he had, it was effortless to discern when something was wrong.

“Oh, Lee,” Sonia groaned, sitting up, “I feel gross all over.”

Leon joined her on the bed, concerned. “Was it something you ate?”

Sonia laughed farcially. “It’s everything I’ve ever eaten.” She took a deep breath and began to explain “I didn't tell anyone, not even Nessa… this woman at the store said something really crummy and I can’t stop thinking about it. It was when I finally found my dress in the perfect size, I was so happy! And then I caught her saying ‘just don’t feed her any more’” She ended the story with a long exhale.

Leon clenched his fists in outrage “Blimey! What did Gran-Gran say to that?”

“That bitch was lucky my Gran didn’t hear her, or there would’ve been real trouble!” Sonia laughed, this time more genuinely before shaking her head, remembering what this was all about, “I’m just so embarrassed now, Lee. My stomach, my thighs, my arms and my chin, there are so many parts of me that I just hate-”

Leon silenced her with a swift kiss before pushing the dress aside and taking her in his arms,“Sonia…I understand you’re feeling bad, seriously, some folks are just plain cruel. But I hate to hear you talk that way about my favourite part.”

“What do you mean?”

The former champion leaned in to his girlfriend until she was pressed against the silk sheets. Sonia giggled as he ran two fingers up her thighs, past her stomach, along her stretch marks and up to her lips where he planted another eager kiss, which she reciprocated,

“All of this,” Leon whispered into her ear, “every part of you is my favourite part. Every part of you is beautiful no matter what some rotten stranger, or anybody in this whole damn region says.”

A tear ran down her flushed face, “Lee! Quit it, you’re getting me all mushy!” She lifted his face to her’s and their eyes met, “I love you so much, Leon.”

“I love you too, Sonia.”

The two kissed deeply as Sonia ran her fingers through Leon’s thick purple locks. “Come now,” she started after they’d broken away, “Time’s-a-wasting and I wanna show you my dress before I show anyone else!”

“Atta girl!”

Leon watched in awe as Sonia stepped in to the the gown and engulfed herself in the sea of blue sparkles. “Give me a hand with the zip?”

“My pleasure, love” He replied as he went to zip her up in the back

Sonia spun around energetically to face him, “Well, what do you think? You’re looking at the hot, new Galar Region Professor!”

Leon wiped a budding tear from his chiselled face. “Goddamn, you look amazing.” He pulled her, embracing her in a tight, muscular hug. “You’re going to do amazing out there, I’m so proud of you.”

Sonia rubbed her boyfriend’s back, “Like, it that much, huh, Lee?” She laughed, sensing his boyish excitement.

“You bet,” Leon whispered, “and I can’t wait to take it off you tonight.”

#pokemon #fanfiction #ficlet #sonia #leon #leon x sonia #pokemon sword #pokemon shield

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minjeonpark · 2 years

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Author Nim, please excuse my language but WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT💀💔 like the pending matter with Jude was there all along and i should have assumed that this would happen after he locked Mika in the closet but TO GO THIS FAR.

I know when jk knows his reaction will destroy me but then theres taetae and yoongi and sora and lee hyeri EVEN FUCKBOI JUNGHYUK

it was such an amazing chapter even if it surely broke all of ur readers hearts. i must read it again. correct me if im wrong but u like hinting at things and i have to read back to know. i will come back again author nim because i feel my feelings arent making sense yet. thank you for updating so fast i dont know any other ao3author who does it. i cant wait to read more

Language is acceptable 😅 given the circumstances. A lot of you have actually guessed to a degree what will happen next. I don't know if I'm being predictable or what but several comments on ao3 are on the right path🤐🤭🤫

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o-sn4pple · 2 months

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IS AO3AUTHOR OSNAPPLE ALIVE... (graspingat the strawson the ground)

I got possessed with violent illness and also work

#snapple speaks #IT SUCKS.

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lady-lostmind · 10 months

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Happy Steddieversary to me.

One year ago today I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic. I had no idea that would lead to the biggest creative spark I've had in years, or that I would find such an amazing community to be a part of. I'm so grateful for the hold this brainrot has on me.

I've found a new love for writing, I've improved my drawing, I finally made an Etsy shop, I've learned new hobbies and skills (hello bookbinding) and I've opened myself up to try so many new things I was always too shy and reserved to do before.

And I have this little fic and all of you who read it and left me nice comments and kudos to thank. So thanks.

Snippet under the cut.

Steve stares back at him. “You don’t feel like that, do you?” He asks quietly.

Eddie just stares at him, confused. “Wha-?” He starts to ask but Steve interrupts.

“Less than. Any of us. Because you aren’t.” Steve says, worry plastered on his face.

Eddie smirks and the genuine concern in Steve’s voice makes him feel warm. “It’s hard not to sometimes, honestly. I feel like I was forced on all of you.”

“We were all forced on each other, man.” Steve shifts slightly, leaning closer to Eddie and looking at where he’s twirling a ring around his finger. “You’re just as big a part of the group as anyone else. Henderson and all those idiots idolize you. I’ve never seen Robin be as much herself as she is around me with anyone else but you. You know how to get through to Max better than anyone else. We would all be lost without you, Eddie.” He reaches out and grabs Eddie’s hands to stop his fidgeting and meets his eye before whispering “I know I would be.”

Eddie feels like the whole world stops as he looks into Steve’s eyes. After what a disaster last night was, he can’t believe they’re back here, picking up where they left off. He pulls his hand from Steve’s, sensing that if this is going to happen, it’ll need to be him that pushes past the invisible boundary they’ve been dancing around for weeks.

He brushes a strand of hair from Steve’s eyes and sweeps down to cup the side of his face. Steve’s eyes widen and a deep blush spreads across his face as he leans his head into Eddie’s touch. Eddie leans forward, slowly closing the distance between them. Steve’s eyes flicker shut, and Eddie’s do the same as he reaches his lips and softly melds them together. Eddie can’t believe how soft they are. How lush and full they feel beneath his. He slides his hand into Steve’s hair, pulling him even closer to him, his lips becoming more urgent. Steve lets out a quiet moan that sets Eddie on fire.

He prods at Steve’s lips with his tongue, a silent question as he holds it there, waiting for Steve to respond. When Eddie feels his lips part he pushes into Steve’s mouth slowly, savoring the taste of him. Eddie groans as their tongues meet for the first time, tugging slightly on his handful of Steve’s hair and pulling a deeper moan from him. He feels Steve’s hand tentatively snake up his arm and grab onto his bicep. Eddie lets his hand slide to Steve’s side and is painfully reminded of the fact that Steve is only in his underwear. A thought that sends him into absolute overdrive. Every nerve in his body feels like it is standing on end. Every brush of Steve’s lips on his is sending a shock-wave through his body.

He grabs Steve’s hips and pulls him onto his lap, Steve gasping as he straddles him and moves his hands to Eddie’s hair. Eddie deepens the kiss and moves his hands to Steve’s back, feeling the strong muscles go taut as Steve lowers himself fully on Eddie’s lap. There’s no hiding the fact that they’re both extremely aroused, and when Eddie feels Steve’s full weight settle on him, he can’t help but grind his hips upward into him. They both let out a long moan, but as Eddie returns to the kiss, he finds Steve has frozen.

Eddie leans his face away, opening his eyes and searching Steve for any kind of distress, but he can’t help the giggle that escapes his lips as he takes in the shocked, wide eyed expression on Steve’s face.

Steve blushes and smacks his arm. “Don’t laugh at me, Munson!” His face is beat red, and he seems suddenly very shy about his lack of clothing.

Eddie runs his hands up Steve’s thighs, feeling triumphant when he feels Steve shiver and watches his blush deepen even more. “Sorry, you just looked extremely cute with the whole deer in the headlights thing you had going on.” He grins cockily, loving the way he’s clearly making Steve squirm.

He pats Steve’s leg and says teasingly “Was that a little too much, too quick for you, Stevie?”

Steve rolls his eyes as he falls back into his own seat on the bed. Eddie’s eyes drift over Steve’s body and he grins widely as he takes in the obvious bulge pushing against his briefs.

Steve runs his hands through his hair, making it stick up in ways Eddie hopes to accomplish himself, someday. “I just uh-hang on. I’m going to uh-put on some pants.” He’s mumbling mostly to himself.

Eddie watches as Steve pulls on a pair of discarded jeans and t-shirt from the floor, tripping on his own feet as he tries to step into the jeans. Eddie tries desperately to hold in his laugh, and Steve glares at him before he sits back on the bed.

Steve looks at him anxiously and takes a deep breath. “Okay, so. That happened.”

#steddie #steddieversary #steddie fanfic #steddie fanart #ao3 #ao3author #steve harrington #eddie munson #lady_lostmind

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descriptivepessimism-daa · 5 years

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Welcome! (Or My Interlude)

I welcome thee to my... blog...? Well, the purpose of this account and blog is for me to have another domain where I can post (and backup) my works... and well, just so I can post them even unfinished or partly finished. My DeviantArt will mostly contain my finished works... well, at least until I find it too troublesome to update both.

And yes, I am, DescriptivePessimism_DAA of AO3, and FFN. (I’m talking like I’m someone pretentious... slay me.)

So... yeah, I will actually try to blog. I will post my sketches (though mostly the ones that I will digitalize later on), the ones on paper but I will warn you. My photography skills are more than lackluster, and no I do not have a scanner either.

I do hope we all get along!

And almost forgot; here’s a bigger copy for my little avatar over there... because god knows it’s barely visible in AO3 and FFN. (Nah, I’m just testing things.)

#myinterlude #ao3author

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badluckcllub · 5 years

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verse | desolation sound (chapter one) summary | sam drives into desolation sound after a long day on the road and the chick who works at the motel is kind of off.

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August 2018

Sam Wright was running.

He wasn’t running from the cops or something nearly as exciting and dramatic. He was running away from his life. His entire life. Sam had packed up his life into the backseat of his car, pawned off the rest, and then drove out of Tucson without saying goodbye to a single soul, not even to his girlfriend–or ex-girlfriend now, he guessed. He’d been gone for a week, and she’d only tried calling him three times. He never answered once and she stopped calling.

Sam found himself oddly relieved. He had only been on the road for a week and he knew it was a stupid idea to fool himself into it, but he felt good about this. It was a fresh start, and he could choose to start it wherever he damn well pleased. That meant a lot of driving down solitary highways and through dying towns. It was a lot of cheap gas station food, too.

But the desolate scenery and back pain from sitting in a car all day had been worth it so far.

For one thing, he was clean. He was a little over a week sober, but it counted for something when he hadn’t been sober for very long the last three years of his life. Every day blurring into the next through the thick haze of a chemical fog. When he woke up in the hospital, oxygen mask affixed to his face, he saw through that fog. It was my only chance to leave , he thought, his jaw clenching as he shoved away the thought. If he spent too much time thinking about his sobriety he only felt worse, so he shook it from his head. He wanted to pretend like that part of his life had never existed.

He’d been driving since a little after the sun rose that day, and the exhaustion of watching the scenery roll past in a loop of dusty mountains, dry washes, and abandoned gas stations was creeping up on him. He struggled to fight off his body’s desire to close his eyes and drift off for a couple minutes. Just a couple minutes. That’s all. Just–

His eyes snapped open just as the car began to drift into the opposite lane. Sam yanked the wheel back into his lane with his heart caught in his throat. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, smacking himself against the cheek as if it would be enough to keep him going for another couple hours on the road. Thank fuck there was nobody else on the road. Even the sun had left him, dipping below the horizon hours ago. The stars glittered like diamonds in its place.

A city limit sign whipped past his car in welcome relief. His quick glance showed him it read:

Welcome to Desolation Sound! Home of Athene Nuclear Generating Station. Population: 1648

Not a big town by any stretch, but big enough to hopefully have a motel. On top of his exhaustion, an irritating ache growing in his lower back was begging him to get out of the car.

The highway seemed to stretch on and on, not a single sign of civilization in sight. Whoever named this place named it well. The sky was a vast expanse ahead of him, dark except for the pinpricks of light shining through. It felt like driving into the mouth of an enormous cave. And then a motel appeared.

A flickering neon sign indicated there were rooms available, and Sam pulled in without really thinking about it. There were no cars in the parking lot which wasn’t usually a good sign, but as long as the room had a bed he didn’t care.

Sam stepped out of the car for the first time in hours and stretched his arms over his head with a groan, glancing up at the sign that loomed over the highway. The Twin Moons Motel, huh? Sam couldn’t help but look for the moon. It hung low, just above the horizon, but it was alone. Obviously. He shook his head. Fuck, he was tired.

Through a front window, Sam could see a laptop sitting on an empty desk, the wall behind it holding two rows of keys. One set was missing from the collection.

Sam began to push open the door, a bell hanging above it ringing in his arrival, but the greeting he expected came from behind him.

“Hi there. Hi. Can I help you?”

Sam glanced back to see a blonde woman stepping out of the first room, dusting something off her hands against her shorts. A baggy band shirt hid her frame, and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail with a bandana tied at the front to keep loose strands from getting in her eyes. She exhaled as if she had just gotten done with some heavy lifting, then lifted her hand in greeting.

He glanced around the empty lot, then back at her. She was the only other person here, so—

“You work here?”

“Mhm.” She nodded, pulling the door shut behind her. When she turned, the light outside the room revealed a thick, ropey-looking scar snaking around her neck like a gruesomely permanent necklace. It was hard to keep from staring at. It was jagged around the edges, giving him the unsettling impression of someone struggling to slice through a thick cut of meat.

Shock must have shown on his face because she eyed him carefully. “–You need a room?” she asked, her voice forcing him to turn his eyes up to meet her dark ones. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to tell she didn’t appreciate having the scar gawked at. Sam cleared his throat, fixing his expression into something impassive and bored.

He arched an eyebrow, hoping to cut through the tension with a joke. “I mean, this is a motel, right?”

Her face scrunched up a bit. He waited, but she remained silent, and it took everything in him to not let out an irritated groan. What did a guy have to do to get a room around here? “Do you want me to say please or something?”

She hesitated for what felt like an eternity, looking like there was something that she needed to say, then shook her head. “No.” She cracked a weak smile and held the office door open for him. “Sorry. I just don’t usually get people pullin’ in this late. Come in.”

The office was air conditioned–and thank fuck for that–but somehow it was still musty. Stale, like the s same air had been recycled through there for years already. Sam’s nose wrinkled, but it wasn’t like he was expecting a five-star experience. His back just needed a break from sleeping in his car.

The manager slipped behind the desk to pass him a clipboard holding a short form. “Fill that in for me real quick, and I’ll grab you a key.”

Sam leaned against the desk to fill out the form, scribbling in the blanks with his near illegible writing. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a van pull around from behind the motel. It was white with some illegible writing on the side. Pretty nondescript. “I thought I was the only one here,” he said with a nod towards the departing vehicle.

She watched as the van made a left onto the highway, then said, “Maintenance. Just takin’ care of a few things.”

Sam glanced at her with an eyebrow raised. “ This late?”

A loose strand of hair fell free from her bandana as she tilted her head and shrugged impassively. “It’s his schedule, not mine,” she said. “As long as the job gets done I don’t really care. It’s fifty bucks, by the way.”

He slid the clipboard back, then pulled out the payment in a crumpled handful of fives, tens, and twenties from his pocket. He was down to his last couple hundred dollars which meant he’d have to pick up some work soon. Okay, maybe leaving in such a rush was a stupid idea, but there was no way he was turning back now. The manager counted out the cash, then slid it into the till with what looked like reluctance. He would’ve thought someone running a place this dead would’ve been thrilled to see any kind of business. She turned away from him and grabbed a key.

“Room two is yours,” she said, dangling it out towards him. She smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. “G’night.”

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The next morning he re-entered the musty office with his duffel bag slung from his shoulder. The blonde woman from the night before was behind the desk again. She glanced up from her phone at his arrival, exhaustion seeping from her entire being. “Mornin’,” she said, raising her mug in greeting. The scent of coffee hit his nose and he was hit with a craving for his own to cut through the sluggish haze of his thoughts. “Sleep well?”

No , he thought bitterly. He was exhausted last night and managed a few hours of shuteye after crashing, but if there was one thing he couldn’t run from it was his insomnia.

Sam debated between giving her a stock smile and answer, but decided that the bags under his eyes had probably already given away the truth if the look on her face was anything to go by. He sighed. “Nope,” he said, shaking his head tiredly. He hitched his bag up further, then dropped his room key onto the desk. “I got maybe three hours, so I could use some coffee. And food.” His stomach rumbled in agreement. It wouldn’t let him get back on the road until he ate something that wasn’t from a gas station. “Does this place have a diner or something?”

She stared at the keys for a lingering moment, then turned her gaze back up, her eyes seeming to search his face for something. “Is there something on my face?” he asked bluntly.

An embarrassed blush lightly spread across her cheeks, and her brow furrowed in both apology and frustration – but then like someone had switched a flipped she was smiling sheepishly at him. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep all that great either. My coffee still isn’t doing its job.” She laughed breezily, cutting her mug a sidelong look before collecting the key. “But, uh”–she hung the key back onto its hook–”Yeah. There’s a place down the street. It’s called Marisol’s. Impossible to miss.”

“Thanks,” he said, throwing his hand up in a wave as he turned towards the door. He pulled it open, letting in a rush of dry New Mexican heat, when she called out to him.

“So, you’re leaving,” she said when he glanced over. It was more a statement of fact than a question. His brows furrowed.

“Do a lot of people come here to visit? ‘Cause, like, I don’t get the impression that a lot of people stick around this place.” He hadn’t even driven through the town proper yet and he already knew to expect yet another American wasteland.

She easily conceded the truth with a grim smile. “Alright, I’ll give you that. Where’re you headed?”

“Colorado.” But beyond that? He didn’t have a goddamn clue. Maybe he’d go up to Wyoming or east towards Kansas. Hell, maybe whatever place he was looking for would be in Colorado. Who knows.

“Colorado,” she echoed, rolling the word around her mouth as if to feel it out, her gaze drifting off wistfully to some middle distance beyond him. She tilted her head, her hair sweeping away to reveal the scar on her neck. The sight of it made his skin crawl. It “I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Who’s stopping you?” When she glanced back at him, her hair was swept back into place and he looked away.

She smiled and shook her head. It looked more like the grimace she gave him the night before. “A lot of things,” she said stiffly. She shrugged and turned her attention back towards her phone, leaving it at that. She must have seen him staring at her scar again. “See you around.”

Sam took that as his cue to leave and stepped out into the day's already unforgiving heat.

#writing*#verse | desolation sound #ok actually here is a serious post #ao3 #ao3fic #ao3author #original fiction #cosmic horror

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