Scott's a little in love with the new air traffic controller at DFW, as much as he can be for someone he's never seen and who isn't even the right gender for him. She's always professional, but has a sense of fun, and her voice is warm and friendly whenever she's not overstressed. And when she is, or when someone fucks up, she's sassy and sometimes snarky as hell. And okay, maybe it's not really love, but there's a definite girl crush happening, which only seems to grow the more he interacts with her. He's friendly and flirty and happily admires her from afar, and she's just as friendly in response, once she recognizes his voice. But holy shit, he lives in fear of screwing up on her watch and having all that beautiful snark turned on him.

"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.

MMA fighter, Scott Hoying, struggles to cope with the loss of a friend following a tragic accident and can't seem to get back on his feet when it comes to his career. When all else seems to fail, Scott makes a visit to a respected chiropractor in the medical field in hopes that he can help straighten out his life. Will Dr. Mitch Grassi be able to help him power through the season to win the championship title? Or will things get messy between the two as a budding friendship begins to get in the way of focus? Rated R This story is for mature audiences only. There will be graphic sexual content, mentions of drugs and drug use, addiction, death, foul language, and graphic violence. Could be scary or triggering to some. Please only read if you are above the age of eighteen.

Scott is a Federation captain on a mission of science and exploration. Mitch...apparently exists to drive him insane. Cowritten by Ehcimocs, who thankfully also designed the cover.

When Mitch and Scott meet as college roommates, they're not sure what to make of each other. They're so different; Mitch is tiny and alternative and sarcastic and gay as a meatball, and Scott is absolutely positive he's straight as can be. Yet through a shared love of Queen Bey and a few of those spill-your-guts late night college talks, they forge a strong friendship, and from there... Well. Gay shit happens.

This is the sequel to wash me over until my well runs dry, which in turn is the sequel to this don't even feel like falling. It's not required that you have read either of those first, though you'll certainly get more out of this story if you do. If you choose not to, just go into this one with the knowledge that Scott and Mitch are already in a relationship, and at one point as teenagers, Mitch had a crush on him. Title from Beyoncé's 1+1. Again, all usernames are fake and not meant to portray any real people in particular. Well, except maybe one. fictionalcandie's notes: I don't have a lot of excuses. I don't have any, in fact, I'm going to sit here with my lack of excuses and blame duvalu for this, it's her brainchild anyway. I'm just sorry it took so long to finish. Hopefully it's worth the wait! duvalu's notes: You guys. This took over a year to write. What. I hope everyone recognises themselves (*raises hand*) in this, hah. Enjoy. Bring your own holy water. Happy Monday.

Mitch takes a much-needed break from family time at Christmas to go clubbing and hopefully find a hot hookup. He wakes up the next morning with no regrets, save one.

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.

Mitch is too exhausted to participate.

He's captivating, I was enraptured from the moment I first set eyes on him. Never did I dream that he'd even spare me a glance, let alone a second or third. I've always blended with the shadows, faded into the background, unseen, invisible.... but he... he saw me. [Originally started in my short story book 'Brevity'] SHOUT OUT TO MALORY FOR MAKING THE CUTE COVER IMAGE FOR ME <3<3<3