After a one-night incident, Brian Quinn and Sal Vulcano do their best to tip-toe around each other as to not put their friendship in jeopardy. What happens when they're forced to interact on the daily, but can't even stand to look each other in the eye?

Cute/Fluff/Smut/Soft shorts for VulQuinn shippers. These were written ages ago but I never posted them anywhere; they have been inspired by tumblr posts and other wattpad chapters from other fandoms so I do not own all content that appears within this book. All chapter photos were made using ZEPETO.

Sal and Q both pushed down their true feelings for the other, but a drunken graduation night allows everything to bubble to the surface. Sal felt like he was living a dream and wanted nothing more but to take things a step further and never wake up. Q felt as though his worst nightmare had come true and watches as everything he built up inside of him comes crumbling down. 《inspired by the Blue Neighborhood album by Troye Sivan》

Brian felt the heat of the asphalt on his finger tips as he watched the burning home engulf in flames, and readied himself for the wave of embers that will soon crash over him when he opens that cracked charred door. Sal watched as everything he ever knew was faded to ash, leaving him alone with the ever lasting darkness that would soon become the only thing he would ever know, unless... there was someone... who could save him. The angel of death is a miracle.