"Their love as black and white as piano keys and permanent ink." -@ElusiveWyatt- -@toepeechufter- --Tysm @Kirstin_Fanacc for the cover ❤--

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.

The tattoo grew on my forearm right before my eyes. The red was now gone... completely barren, yet it was the most beautiful part of me now... a tree ready to bloom. The roots of the tree bled into my veins, and the tree seemed to move as if it were blowing in the wind. This tree represented my life. And now I had a year to get rid of it. A year to find somebody to love me. As if it were that easy with a face as beastly as mine. Cover Photo courtesy of @lubiemanaty Rated M for language.

"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 two become closer than either had planned. While having two hectic schedules; traveling, games, and competitions, the two try to stay close to one another and build up their relationship.

Scott, Mitch, and the 1990s gay scene - brought to the modern day in honor of Pride month. I began writing this during Pride month in 2017. The LGBTQ+ community's ongoing battle for equality has come so, so far, especially in the last 20 years. While there are a lot of factors that brought us to this point, one of the most significant, in my opinion, is the role the internet has played. It's allowed us to more easily connect with each other and has been perhaps the best vehicle for queer visibility since Gilbert Baker created the first Pride flag. It wasn't always like this. It was hard being young and queer in the 1990s, but that time period was pivotal; dusk was falling on what being queer had always been. It was the end of small pockets of queerness, of gay districts and questionable bars and kids not having anywhere to turn for help. After fighting hard for 50 years, advancing equality bit by bit, there's a very real fear that we may lose ground in the current political climate. In honor of #Pride2017, and as a reminder of why we need to keep fighting, I'm going to use the internet to take a jump to the left and time warp Scott, Mitch, and the gang back to the mid 90s. Only the wealthy had cell phones, the internet was rudimentary and haphazard, and the music was amazing. The experiences in this series will reflect experiences I personally had or that friends of mine had in the queer community during that time. This is more than a love story.

"I don't want you to take it back, ever... But I don't deserve your love." "You're right, you don't." * One-shots from the YDDML universe (Family AU) (Original one shot in Forever and Always - Scomiche One-Shots)

"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.

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.