|SCÖMÌCHE • FAN FICTION| "Woah! You're pretty tall for an omega." Scott rolls his cerulean orbs at the now annoyingly redundant scenario. He sighs in exasperation, blowing warm air from his glossy pink lips. "Never heard that one before." His statement draws obnoxious giggles from his two best friends situated behind him. He simply shrugs, mascara clad eyelashes fluttering sassily in barely contained irritation. The male before the trio apologizes sheepishly, clearly not meaning to offend the tall blond. "It's fine, don't sweat it. Comments like that barely register in my mind these days. What do you think about my outfit though? That's the real tea." ¥ WARNING ¥ •Homosexual Relationships • Explicit Sexual Content • Use of Curse Words • Feminine Male Protagonist • Male Pregnancy • Omegaverse • Masc! Mitch • Bottom! Scott ¥ Ratings ¥ • 1st #Avin • 3rd #ptx • 3rd #pentatonix • 6th #mitchgrassi • 9th #scotthoying

For the author of the +34k reads story He's Not Afraid, comes Tattoos on a Corpse, the first book of the Lost Woods trilogy. Tattoos on a Corpse tells the adventures of four friends, Scott, Alex, Avi and Kevin, and the way their lives change upon meeting M.I.T.C.H., a mysterious limited-vocabulary boy, who has some special abilities, and their course against everyone and everything, including government agencies and mean girls. Inspired on the TV shows "Stranger Things", "Penny Dreadful" and "Scream Queens". 1st Book of the book series "The Lost Woods". Cover art made by: @Kirstin_Fanacc ❤

Mitch lives in Japan. Scott lives in California. The two boys meet when Scott's class goes to Japan for a school trip. What happens when they fall in love, but Scott has to go to America again?

Coming home from being drafted for over two years, Scott stumbled apon a stray Omega alone on the streets. He brought the Omega to his home and everything changed then.

Two complete strangers, Scott and Mitch, put into one prison cell. Could this be a horrible mistake, or could it kindle true love? *EDITING COMING SOON BECAUSE THIS STORY IS TRASH*

Scott loves his little girl, Bailey, but being a successful manager for a major music label calls for a lot of hours at work. He hires a nanny, Mitch, who is perfect for his daughter, and, more importantly, perfect for him. (A single dad Scott AU with a side order of nanny Mitch)

Scott is rogue. Mitch doesn't fit in with his pack. What happens when they meet?

Set in the 1940s, during WWII Mitch Grassi is a household name, absolutely. Everyone knows him, everyone LOVES him, except the government. Being fully out AND a Jew, Mitch's extermination is of the essence. Scott Hoying, Aryan pureblood. His whole life, he has been raised under anti-Semitic and closed-minded ideals. To his family, Mitch Grassi is an abomination in more ways than one. But to Scott? Well, Scott just wants to find solace in music. Fat chance. When Nazi Germany takes a desperate turn for the worst, can Scott shake clear the fog of his upbringing? Will Mitch be able to survive the Nazis' dire attempts to exterminate him? Will he be able to show Scott the beauty he never saw in the world? Will Scott be able to wish upon a fallen star, to save one? *Currently on hold while I start a new project. If I see interest in the story, I will pick it back up sooner.*

Five kids - definitely not destined for greatness. One teacher - out to single-handedly prove that theory wrong. For Avi, Kirstie, Mitch, Kevin and Scott, life is far from a walk in the park. Their futures have already been laid out for them, whether they are happy or not. Their existence has always been a one filled with doubt, worry, and criticism. That is until young teacher Jeremy Lewis enters to break that cycle, because he knows that no child is destined for failure. Children will live up to whatever you believe in them.

{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure pranced along the high wire. The performer's body swayed to the melody around him, a stunning smile lighting up his entire face as he moved; his arms were thrown out to the sides, toes pointed, as he jumped along the tightrope. The massive tent expelled a blinding white light in the performer's direction, casting an ethereal glow upon his black-clad figure. On cue, the performer then quickly leaped forward, smile still intact, executing three of the most perfect front flips Scott had ever seen in his life. He thought the boy looked miraculous up there, and that was definitely an understatement. Though he was around same age as Scott himself, his way of performing showed experience and talent far beyond his years; the performer quite literally personified the music. It's sure that Scott was definitely the last person to be able to judge circus performers, as it wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he knew passion when he saw it. Scott was certain that if he even attempted something of that calibre, he would probably start crying, if he didn't break his nose first.