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?
This is by request from my dear friends Bat Girl and Blondie. I hope they approve. This is 1000% fiction.
Scott has a problem. Mitch might be able to help him, but what's the price? Will this add something on their relationship, or will it just mess things up?
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...
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.
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...
"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 fl...
A Scömìche romance ---- "So why then?" Scott asks quietly. "Why what?" Mitch replies, frowning, the question seemingly out of context. "Why aren't we together?" ---- An unashamedly fluffy story with a big ol' whack of smut and a smidge of angst for good measure. This originally started as a one-shot; Clarity. Shout...
