*trigger warnings at the end of summary my lips brushed against yours and all i could remember was the artifical soda on your mouth. your tanned hands intertwined with mine, the world missing from our view. did your lips always have a chalky aftertaste? >pov. bbh tw // -angst -implied suicide

Its has been a month since he resigned from being a manager. Locking himself in the basement and only coming out once a month for food supply. That is until someone moved into the neighbouring house. He was somewhat happy to meet them

An AU where the hunted may have a chance. What do you do when the universe is practically all cyborgs? Or if your friends are apart of the 10% population that are humans but have powers? Yeah. I don't know what I'd do either.