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.

Drabbles for the SePTXCC17 challenge - a prompt a day for all of September

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 was enough. Now they're going to have a bit of fun. (friends with benefits / high school au in which Scott and Mitch are.. well, super rich kids)

"You're here because you can't sleep. Or won't let yourself eat. Maybe voices speak to you sometimes. Maybe... You don't know what's wrong. Whatever the reason, whatever the cause... You belong here. I suggest you get comfortable." (A Pentatonix + mental illness AU)

Scott was no stranger to dealing with someone who made his life literal hell. He had to deal with his sporadic mother on a weekly basis. However, after nearly getting his laptop stolen by a 19 year old, homeless boy with a sharp tongue and no knowledge of social etiquette, he learns a whole new meaning to the phrase "in over you head". This is my first Scomiche fanfiction so please be nice

Everything Mitch had always done was perfect. His parents and everyone around him always told him so. He even kept his life on a tight schedule, just to keep things perfect. He was excited for his senior year to be perfect, but after a certain tall blond gets Mitch in trouble, he gets a much needed wake-up call.

After awkwardly landing the perfect boyfriend, Mitch is finally content with having a "perfect" life. What happens when reality threatens to destroy that? The sequel to Perfect. It has arrived early because it's all I could think about over the last 2 days.

Now that they're reunited, Scott and Mitch take the next big step in their strangely perfect relationship; living together. Another fluffy adventure, with maybe a visit from an old friend or two ;).

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.

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.