Right after Mitch's fortieth birthday, a tragic event leads him back into the lives of the band he left behind nearly a decade ago, whether he likes it or not. Eventual Scomiche.

A collection of (mostly fluffy) Scomiche one-shots!

Mitch and Scott have been hiding their feelings for each other for a long time. But during the Australian and Asian legs of the PTX World Tour, their feelings finally come to a head. (Two parts, 11k words)

ANOTHER fanfiction based off of feminenemy22 "I Wish" story in her collection of mini-stories, "Scatterbrained." I can't help it. The story has just taken a hold of me and won't let go! I explain more in "1. Preamble" of this story.

"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.

a mix of lil drabbles

No matter where you are, I'll be there. *As read in my one shot book! More one shots from this universe will be added over time.

Drabbles for the SePTXCC17 challenge - a prompt a day for all of September

SCÖMÌCHE Fan-Fiction One-Shot Series // Cover art courtesy of my best friend, Lena // I take requests but might not always get to them.

Are you afraid? Tell me your fears. Your secrets. The stupid puns you think of when you're happy. The things that bother you in people. Are you lonely? Tell me what makes you sad. Tell me about that one time you fell flat on your face when you were little and how you cried about it afterwards. Tell me your quirks in bed and how you like your coffee. And even though I know all of these things, I would gladly listen to them again. Cause they are all of the things I love about you. (Completed)