A short (100-200 word) story a day for #SePTXCC17

These are drabbles/short stories all set to fit various challenges posted online! (#SePTXCC17 and #weekendPROMPTX on twitter!) They will probably all be Scomiche-based since I'm most comfortable writing them. Enjoy!

Speed dating. Five minutes per date. You have until the sound of the bell, so hurry up! Cowritten with Ehcimocs!

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 and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.

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.

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 out to all you gorgeous peeps who commented and enthused me to write more. A modified version of that oneshot (with extra smut, nudge, nudge, wink, wink) is now chapter 1 & the short story TLC is also part of the same timeline). I'll stick warnings on each chapter, but safe to assume that the whole thing is a bit sweary and NSFW. Oo-er. There's no update shedule; I'm a mom with a full time job, so goodness only knows when I'm going to find time to actually write this... That being said, I am totally obsessed with these boys and have recently discovered that I adore writing. So there's hope! Fingers crossed that sleep deprivation and caffeination leads to inspiration!

Mitch and Scott have been hiding their feelings for each other for a long time. But during the Australian and Asian legs of the PTX World Tour, their feelings finally come to a head. (Two parts, 11k words)

Scott comforts Mitch when he's feeling anxious.

"You STILL owe the bar, Avi." Avi keeps renewing his debt on Mitch's bar. He goes there every week to pay his former tab and leaves without paying his new one. Mitch texts him every week telling him of his debt, but Avi never truly pays. Until Mitch corners him and demands an explanation.

Two years after Mitch went off to London and Scott seems to have his life together. He has a wonderful job, a singing channel, and fiancé who would do anything for him. Could the return of Mitch bring his perfect life to end or will he have to give someone up? A READER'S WARNING: Smut in almost every chapter SEQUEL TO 'A Week With You' COMPLETED