Superfruit Stories

*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

I haven't seen anyone else make this yet so... boop

It's 7:43am. Scott's been lying motionless in bed for 17 minutes. There's a problem.

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~~~ God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. ~~~ "We can do it. We're strong enough, our - our love is enough, right?" "Our love will always be enough."

"But I don't want you to go." The poor boy's voice sounded so small, so broken. He was desperate, and if it weren't for his leg injury, he would have already jumped out of bed and held the younger boy tight until he'd given up and agreed not to go. "Mitchie, don't leave. Stay with me, please." He stared deep into those dark cocoa eyes as he uttered the next three words. "I love you." COMPLETED

Mitch is a very well-known author. When a character that he created knocks on his apartment door one day, Mitch has to decide if it's worth opening up to someone again for the first time in years, while also trying to leave the past where it belongs. By adding his new companion into his daily activities, he finds a new sense of safety, trust, and perspective. (Please read each chapter in the order it was posted in!)

Scott and Mitch and pentatonix

When Mitch and Scott find themselves working at the happiest place on earth, will fate bring them together in a magical happy ending, or will reality check in and only make them realize that this wasn't a fairy tale after all?

For years they have been best friends, but over time, Scott and Mitch find out they are in love with each other. Both of them try to hide their feelings in order not to ruin their friendship and career.

Basically where I talk about the struggles of being a genderfluid(or just LGBTQ+ in general) person, mixed in with some fangirling/fanboying/fanpersoning. If you're having a hard time too, this is the perfect place to come to. Nonbinaries unite! (That was stupid I'm sorry.)

Scott and Mitch get stuck in an elevator. Mitch gets claustrophobic and Scott takes it upon himself to calm his best friend. Based on a true story but I changed it up a bit. Scömìche One-shot. Cute Fluff. Completed.

"You're in love with the mafia's son aren't you, Hoying?" Scott didn't know what to answer. ~ in which an exceptional military graduate is assigned to protect the son of the most formidable Italian Mafia leader.

Short quirky one shots, some might be rated R.

Mitch and Scott exchange glances and raise eyebrows in a silent 'that's a wrap' communication. As Scott leans forward to turn the camera off, Mitch stands up, walks around to the foot of the bed and launches himself backwards onto the duvet with a dramatic flourish. 'Ugh, why, WHY did we think that was a good idea?!' A Scomiche one - shot (and now a book: head over Endgame for the full thing.)

"I'm gonna need a coffee as large as my dick and as black as my soul."

The title says it all.

Mitch and Scott haven't spoke in 6 years. Broken hearts and unspoken words darken a once tight friendship. When tragedy strikes, Scott's forced to set aside hurt feelings.