❝𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.❞ ---------------------------- Zak told himself that after the events of last summer, he'd never go near that house again. The school is a popularity contest he's had...
in a world of magic and tyranny, a small group of survivors fight for their authority this was written in 2019/2020 aka the old skeppy fandom era.
*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
