Well, I am emotional! Here we are at the Seventh and final volume of this wacky little adventure of mine. I had no idea when I started that it would be ending anything like it is, or that any of you would care! I can't believe how much fun I've had writing this, and how much I adore each of you for reading and hangin...
"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'...
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.
Back again with a medium sized supernatural AU story. Not trying to reinvent the genre here, just having fun. Hope you enjoy. As it currently stands, this will have seven parts. It's almost halfway done, so I'll try and update quickly. Props to my best girl Mal for the stunning cover.
i have lots of oneshots ideas. mostly scomiche but i may write about other ships. fluffy, angsty, smutty - not necessarily separated.
"Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce, too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms. The maids come around too much, parents ain't around enough. Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar, too many white lies and white lines" - Frank Ocean, Super Rich Kids. Some snippets and screenshots from my fic, Close My E...
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.
"Mitch wanted to be reckless. He didn't want to plan out this part of his life - he planned out his routines for skating competitions, not relationships." Hockey player, Scott Hoying, and ice dancer, Mitch Grassi, cross paths in Anaheim during the opening game of the hockey season. Over the course of the season, the t...
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.
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 'Brevit...
When you come of age, you are only given a certain amount of time to live. Time is your currency, your body's clock. Use it wisely-- it flies. (Based loosely on the movie "In Time".)
{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...
Mitch was a fan way before he got the job. Can he balance friendship with fandom? Can he remain professional without revealing his inner fangirl? Is that even possible?
"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//
This is a sequel to this don't even feel like falling. Scott and Mitch are on the same page-for real, this time-but that doesn't mean there's not more to their story. Title is from Rocket by Beyoncé. Fake usernames courtesy of @_opheliac and @Sreed09! Thank you guys!! (Any similarity to actual usernames is unintenti...
This was originally posted on AO3 on New Year's Eve 2015. fictionalcandie's notes: All blame for the conception of this fic goes to duvalu. All I did was write, uh, a few words to go with it. Everybody shout out to her for doing real actual writing for the first time in years, though!! So proud of her. ♥ duvalu's note...
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."
After years of being told what to do and how to act and what to wear and who to be friends with, after years of not being able to be themselves in their own homes, after years of being made to believe that money and power and status were more important than their feelings, Scott and Mitch finally decided that enough w...
_____________________ Mitch Grassi, a timid, shy student with a dark past. After losing his mom, a number of obstacles occur in his life which hold him back from doing what he loves the most - singing. Will joining Martin High help him to come out of his shell? When he meets Scott Hoying, the son of Martin High's choi...
not sure if I'll ever return to this story but feel free to read :) When Mitch joins University and is thrown into a flat with three boys that hate him, he thinks that nothing can make it better. Until a tall blonde greets him in the elevator - mysterious, perhaps dangerous, yet endearing. Scott Hoying impacts Mitch'...
"Make him remember you. Every day. Do something that will make him fall for you. Be yourself, and captivate him." "Surprise him. Make him fall in love with you, just like he can make you fall in love with him in less than a day. Give him something to talk about when he's old and reflects on life... about the night tha...
SCÖMÌCHE Fan-Fiction One-Shot Series // Cover art courtesy of my best friend, Lena // I take requests but might not always get to them.
