Repostfromao3 Stories

just some random thing i posted to my tumblr, felt like waxing poetic and this felt calming to type so expect more in the future 👀 (previously posted on ao3 as well at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28563930 )

❝ Five-" Steve's voice cut through his memories like a knife. it was much lower and raspier than usual; guess all the crying had really gotten to his vocal chords. "The fuck are we gonna do with ourselves? ❞ or 5up attempts to survive the zombie ish apocalypse and struggles

this is literally just a story I wrote on ao3 on my old phone but I forgot my login so I'm posting them here instead