Mitch Grassi stopped speaking at age 14. He and his mother moved to a new city and Mitch somehow managed to make three friends. Now 17 years old, Mitch relearns speech. Unfortunately, demons from his past resurface and attempt to drag him down into the hell he swore he'd never go back to. { will contain: smut, bullyi...
AU. Scott’s life is going just as he planned it. He has the perfect roommate, the perfect girlfriend and, as of today, the perfect new job doing what he loves. As he begins this new profession, will his new colleague throw a wrench into his perfectly placed life?
"Youth is the fantasy of finding someone that makes you feel like half a person. It's all about the joy and naivety and being lost. It's about dropping everything and running away, making mistakes, loving too hard, and how that's okay. Even when it's not." //based on the Troye Sivan song//
Mitch has a superior olfactory sense and a good memory for scents. There is however one scent that he simultaneously craves and wants to forget, the scent of a boy he used to love. Prompted by Mitch's tweet: "I know a fragrance is gonna work 4 me when it smells like a boy I was/would be in love with."
{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 prance...