"Police! Open up!" I yell, banging again. I steel myself as this time I hear the locks click-clunk and see the door pull back slowly to reveal a half-naked blond bear of a man, who fucking towers over me. He's standing, blocking the doorway, with a frying pan in one hand and an aerosol can in the other. His face is flushed, his chest heaving with exertion, eyes wide with adrenaline, and his bare torso is glistening with sweat. He adjusts the grip on the pan and I see the muscles of that arm ripple underneath the monochrome sleeve that adorns it. Shit. Why the fuck did I not call for back up? (Aka the failed one shot. From the ship that sails itself.) Some content is mature. Caution advised, but specific trigger warnings will be given where appropriate. Note: AWOOGA is used to label the dirrrrrrty chapters.

When you come of age, you are only given a certain amount of time to live. Time is your currency, your body's clock. Use it wisely-- it flies. (Based loosely on the movie "In Time".)

Avi is one of the most powerful leaders of the White Dragons, a rebel group dedicated to fighting the power of a tyrannical government that bans homosexuality and self-expression. Mitch is just an anxious theater nerd trying to make it through his last two years of high school unscathed -- all while dealing with an unrequited love for his best friend, Scott. When they cross paths, they realize that they were the missing piece to each other's puzzles.

you never quite know what's waiting for you behind that door

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Mitch was a fan way before he got the job. Can he balance friendship with fandom? Can he remain professional without revealing his inner fangirl? Is that even possible?

{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure pranced along the high wire. The performer's body swayed to the melody around him, a stunning smile lighting up his entire face as he moved; his arms were thrown out to the sides, toes pointed, as he jumped along the tightrope. The massive tent expelled a blinding white light in the performer's direction, casting an ethereal glow upon his black-clad figure. On cue, the performer then quickly leaped forward, smile still intact, executing three of the most perfect front flips Scott had ever seen in his life. He thought the boy looked miraculous up there, and that was definitely an understatement. Though he was around same age as Scott himself, his way of performing showed experience and talent far beyond his years; the performer quite literally personified the music. It's sure that Scott was definitely the last person to be able to judge circus performers, as it wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he knew passion when he saw it. Scott was certain that if he even attempted something of that calibre, he would probably start crying, if he didn't break his nose first.

Mitch has a superior olfactory sense and a good memory for scents. There is however one scent that he simultaneously craves and wants to forget, the scent of a boy he used to love. Prompted by Mitch's tweet: "I know a fragrance is gonna work 4 me when it smells like a boy I was/would be in love with."

Scott has a problem. Mitch might be able to help him, but what's the price? Will this add something on their relationship, or will it just mess things up?

If Pentatonix were teachers in a high school. Mitch and Avi hate each other. They are both in charge of rival departments and don't agree on anything. What will happen when the school's budget gets cut? What will happen at the staff party? Will Avi and Mitch ever learn to tolerate each other? #MAVI