A/N: So I've been planning on making a series on AO3 just for these two dorks. It'll be named "Sandman/Frost AUs".
Summer break is nearing and my motivation to write has been hitting me like a hammer to the head.
Hope you enjoy this story and help me improve my writing bc holy shit my writing is horrible.
Narrative perspective
"I like your hair, it's long and easy to manage." Said Sandman.
Frost abruptly dropped the gel on the desk, blushing from the compliment. "T- thanks. I like yours too, it looks good in whatever style you put it in."
"Thank you." Sandman said, accepting the compliment with a smug smirk.
Frost took the comb and started to brush all his hair back, the gel assisting him. He caught Sandman staring at him.
"Would you…" Frost croaked, turning his head to face Sandman, "like to do my hair?"
Sandman's eyes widened as he stared into the sergeant's eyes. "W- what?"
"Do you want to fix my hair?" Frost repeated, awkwardly correcting himself. "I've been calling my mom, excuse my vocabulary."
Sandman almost snorted. Seriously, what did talking to his mom do in this conversation? Other than that, he'd love to fix Frost's hair and finally touch it.
"Sure, why not?" Sandman shrugged and walked over to Frost.
Frost gave Sandman the gel and the comb.
"Do you really need all this when you fix your hair?" Sandman joked.
"Shut up and just fix it." Frost responded.
"Yes, sir." Sandman chuckled, making Frost blush.
Sandman gently pulled back Frost's frontal hair. It was a mess, it was all over Frost's forehead.
"Why is your hair like this, if I may ask?" Asked Sandman, curiosity lacing his voice. He applied gel on the roots and spread it with his index and middle finger, using the comb to hold it back.
"I never liked putting my hair up as a teen." Frost simply replied. "I still don't." He added, eliciting a chuckle from Sandman.
"I'm glad you don't keep it down outside of your quarters," Sandman replied, "you'd get in trouble for that."
Frost chuckled, "Yeah,"
Sandman applied more gel on Frost's hair and used the comb to hold it back. He applied a little more gel on the small hairs that stood up and brushed his hair back again. He brushed Frost's hair back a few more times before he was satisfied.
"There, done." Said Sandman, not letting go of Frost. He set the comb and the gel down on the desk.
"Thanks." Frost responded. He stood up and took his comb and gel, putting them in his drawer.
"Hey, Frost." Sandman spoke.
"Y- yeah?" Frost responded.
"If possible, may I fix your hair next time?" Asked Sandman.
Frost looked at Sandman and blinked, processing the situation. Did Sandman just ask him if he could fix his hair again? Wasn't Frost the one who asked him? And Sandman agreed anyway?
"Frost?" Sandman snapped Frost out of his daze.
"Yeah," Frost chuckled in awkwardness. "Sure, you can do that if you wanna."
"Thanks." Sandman responded.
Frost nodded in reply.
Letting go of Frost, Sandman walked towards the door. "Let's go, I don't wanna make Grinch and Truck worry about us."
Frost chuckled. "I don't wanna see them killing each other off over it as well."
They both left the room and met up with Grinch and Truck. As they expected, they were glaring at each other. Sandman and Frost broke the fight between the two anyway.
The end.
A/N: How tf do you end oneshots?
I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. Life's hunting me down and school's eating me alive.
I fainted in class last week since I overworked myself, but I'm ok in general.
Hope you have an awesome day!