one-shots are cool because they're like books without the commitment so if you have commitment issues with books like me then this is the read for you. the most recent ones are much much better so pls read those first!! i apologize in advance

Grab a bowl of popcorn, because it's a roller coaster of scomiche fluffy+angsty oneshots! I hope you've enjoyed your read. Please don't be afraid to comment or leave prompts! :)

Scott owns a bakery. Mitch is a loyal customer. Scott is happily married, and Mitch can't change that. But fate can.

a mix of lil drabbles

Interlaced but non-chronological oneshots and drabbles. High school AU in which I'm obsessed with Mitch having Scott's letterman jacket.

"Don't you understand? He's the bad guy, plain and simple!" "Plain and simple? Doesn't he have, like, an ulterior motive or something?" Avi stared at him with his red and green eyes so intensely that Mitch was afraid he'd catch on fire. "Ever seen Star Wars?" "Of course I have." Avi shoved the gun into his chest. "He's the dark side, and you are the light. Don't get the two mixed up." And then he was brushing past Mitch and barking an order at Kevin, and Mitch was left to stare at the foreign weapon in his hands, wondering how he'd gotten himself into this intergalactic mess in the first place. ✺ ptx/science fiction au

Mitch Grassi is a florist. He uses his knowledge to make the most appropriate arrangements for his clients and to confess his feelings towards an oblivious regular of the shop. - A collection of cute oneshots.

{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.

"There isn't anything he wouldn't do to protect her." ** Trigger Warnings- •self harm •drinking •talk of smoking •homophobic slurs •death •heart attack •hospitals •car accidents •body image issues •smut •dirty talk •coming out struggles •bullying •yelling •fighting •crying •talk of tattoos •talk of piercings •talk of cutting •talk of scars and possibly more. Please don't read if any of this is triggering.

Its the traditional story, with the one exception no one heard of. Mitch had waited and waited for the number on his shoulder reached 0. He had waited for just over 18 years. 219 months. 6,758 days. And now the day was here. On this day, he was destined to meet his soulmate. Or so he thought.