Iwrotethisalongtimeago Stories

Idk I wrote sum of this a long time ago and I just remembered that I had it somewhere lol

{{ALSO POSTED ON AO3, I POSTED IT A WHILE AGO-}} It's quiet.. too quiet.. That's all that came to mind when Aspen became aware of their surroundings. The only noise they could hear was running water, which they assumed was a creek, and the light breeze. (unsure of it's needed but just in case) QUICK TW/CW// Death Mention(I think), some Swearing, Hospitals (it's not for long)

"It's... Been a while since I've thought about this experience, and who could blame me, the fear and terror we were put through. When someone mentions that house, I can't help but feel as if I'm there again. All the horror and sadness of it all feels as if it is happening then and there. Recently, I found my journal. Oh God, I thought I had thrown that away just months after we had escaped from that house... I thought it'd be good for my blog, you know? Still, that did not help my case. Still... I have that contract. Every time I see it, I stare at one signature.... Feli-Kun's. Sure, I was eager to sign it back then, to break out of my inferiority complex. Apparently not eager enough, though..."

An unnamed reader struggles with preparing for an oncoming hurricane, knowing it might be the last thing she does.

Cover Credit: Anette Bengtsson on The Art Inside I wrote this quite a while ago and I'm happy to be putting it out here. Peter comes home after a long night of patrol. He's beaten but it's not bad. It still brings a soft smile to Y/n's face as she takes care of his injuries. Thankfully, Peter is uninjured enough to smile back and spare some positive energy.

A bit of a mind fuck