Complex 1. (adj) not easy to analyze or understand; complicated or intricate. 2. (n) a disproportionate concern about something; obsession, fixation (i.e. Hero Complex) This is a story of a world on the brink of destruction and the heroes who come to save it. It's about expectations and assumptions and cliches, and also maybe a bit about our boys in spandex. So, enjoy! Cover by the amazing Eliak22!!

Scott's a cocky, driven performer trying to make it in the world of professional wrestling. Before he can make it, though, he needs to get past Mitch.

Latest fic: Try Not to Cry In celebration of the 3-year Channelversary, I'm planning a oneshot related to each episode of Superfruit. This should take me at least three years. Feel free to drop me ideas if you have them. And I love both compliments and constructive criticism (and typo corrections) so let me have it!

Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.

A collection of mature oneshots inspired by pics or tweets or my own random brain, mostly Scomiche. And a reminder that just because a story or scene is mature, doesn't mean it's devoid of characterization, development, or value. Pretty new cover by Ehcimocs

Just some fun one shots. Some will be fluff some pure smut. Read at your own risk!!

As Scott draws closer, he takes in the ostentatious fur coat, brilliantly white and fluffy, gathered around the person's shoulders. "This is the LAPD, turn around slowly," Scott says.

[AU Scömìche] Plot twist: Turns out, I don't have any issue with you kissing men; as long as it's me you're kissing.

NEW STORY: A homage to Isaac Asimov's robot stories with a Scömìche twist ---- Everything about today has Agent Scott Hoying supremely unsettled. And it's barely even started. Three impossible things before breakfast are three things too many. He has so many questions about the chain of events that have led him here, standing utterly stunned in front of the Director of the Federal Robotics Agency, that he doesn't even know where to start. "She's your what?!" Scott says, incredulously. ---- Shout out to the obscenely talented ptxcaz on tumblr; I've used their beautiful drawing for the cover. Check out more of their amazing work here: http://ptxcaz.tumblr.com

"Bye sweetie!" Mitch closes the door gently, leaning back on it to give it the final push it needs to click. He takes a breath, his smile slipping from his face as he presses a hand against his armpit. "Ow! Fuck! That really fucking hurts! Fuck! FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!". Scott's leaning against the inside of one of the doorways off their entrance hall, watching, amused, as he sips from a glass of wine that seems to have spontaneously appeared in his hand. A lopsided smirk appears on his face. "Know any other words Melissa?". "Fuck off Silvia", Mitch glares. ------------------ Amazing cover by @PTX-soprano