Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a crush. - - - - - - - - - Highest rank #1 in Action, Wattys 2016 winner in the Trailblazers category! Featured 6/3/2016-7/23/2017

In which two boys paired up for an English project unknowingly write love stories about each other and share ideas.

"His soft black hair spilled out around his face, framing his face perfectly. His jaw flexed and I could see his jawline was sharp as he sucked in more smoke- his cheeks going hollow as he did. When he breathed the smoke out I felt my mouth go dry once again, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the air as it came out his mouth."

"You're that one kid who sits in the back. Vincent, right?" "Yeah. You're that one kid that talks a lot in class. Oliver." • • • • • (This is a BL, or boy love, story and I might possibly have some smutty type/smut-related and/or a smut scene(s) so beware.) • • • • • Personally, I think of Oliver as more of a Cole Sprouse looking guy and Vincent as either an alternate version of Asa Butterfields or some abstract version of an American Jungkook. Just sayin'. • • • WARNING! This story may contain graphic and sexual content, nudity, suggestive scenarios, adult language, and possible suggested violent and/or criminal actions. Viewer discretion is advised.

This is an AU in which wherever your soul mate gets hurt, Flowers grow.