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.

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 unintentional and purely coincidental.) fictionalcandie's notes: no stop don't look at me. this isn't my fault. um. enjoy our valentine to y'all? :P duvalu's notes: HIDE YO KIDS HIDE... yourself. Boy howdy. Happy V Day, here's some filth. Special shout out to the DM girls <3

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 notes: "A few words" = 98% of this including all the good bits, because fictionalcandie is the best and does stuff like this for me despite not even really being in this fandom. <3 Super fun to write and I love what we ended up with. (Oh yeah and while this is fiction and not at all reality? If you're here because you googled yourself or someone you know, please do us all a favour and back away slowly.)

Scott owns a bakery. Mitch is a loyal customer. Scott is happily married, and Mitch can't change that. But fate can.

Scott loves music. Mitch loves coffee.

Scott Hoying - A US Army Soldier of six years, Staff Sargeant of 1st Battalion Cavalry Division. No fears, no feelings. Just fight and freedom. That is, until he comes across a small dark haired boy in a bar, and little does he know that Mitch Grassi will change his life from that moment on. The Army is a tough place when you have no feelings, but it's even worse when you have too many.

"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.

Some of the dirtiest one-shots i can come with :3 no regular updates just when i feel an idea come to mind :)

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.

a mix of lil drabbles