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.

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.

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

"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.

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

A collection of Scomiche one-shots.

So...if you've read anything else by me ever, you know I'm not good at short stories!! Sorry, not sorry lol!! But I have some random things that just don't fit elsewhere, so this will be my attempt to organize those thoughts. And they still probably won't be short. All ships are welcome here.

Scott's staring again. He's been doing that a lot lately. Like a lot a lot. And that's just one of several items on Mitch's current list of Things That Are Odd About Scott. ---- Warning: Mature content

Mitch is a junior at NYU majoring in fashion. He takes an intro to cinema class for fun, but what's NOT fun is how hard he's crushing on the hot grad student teaching it. Okay, maybe it's kinda fun. FLUFFY because I'm me, but also vaguely angsty. This fic would probably be classified as student/teacher, but even if that's not normally your cup of tea, you might like this one. It's really not gross or uncomfy and they're aged 21 and 24 so there's nothing sketchy. Updates at least once a week!