Category: Book

While Mitch waited for the shower to heat up, he caught up on his missed messages. There was one from Calvin, which he’d deal with when he possessed the bandwidth, but the most recent one came from Jodie, sent a few hours ago. Heeeey, I need the bedroom tonightPlease don’t ask questions rnBut I made…

Mitch’s legs tingled when he woke up from his phone’s alarm. At first he equated it to being pinned, like when someone did a moonsault and didn’t quite get it all, landing on a limb rather than the midsection.  Then he realized that his legs were actually pinned. By Avi’s legs. “The fuck?” he laughed…

The sun’s dying light cast long shadows across the walls and floors, making the rest of the room unsettlingly dark in juxtaposition. Avi lay on his stomach and was completely still, his face buried in a small heap of pillows. Defeat radiated off of him in waves, and Mitch’s heart ached at the pitiful sight. …

(A/N: ICYMI, I’m mailing out Monster Mash Valentine cards this year! If you’re interested in getting one, go here to get more info.) After leading Mitch into the bathroom, Jodie forced him to sit down on the edge of the tub and she shut the door. He sobbed and shook while she filled up a…

(A/N: This update contains a scene of physical assault which may make some readers uncomfortable. Proceed at your own discretion. If you or someone that you know is experiencing abuse or a domestic crisis, please contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 800-799-7233, or text START to 88788) Mitch considered himself to be a man…

With the kitchen no longer an active warzone, guests were able to migrate and disperse in there, which helped alleviate the cramping; even with that option, the house was at its limit for occupation. Another downside with hosting at Jodie’s was that everyone else couldn’t swing by after their respective family gatherings to hang out…

(A/N: There’s a post about a few website updates, as well as retrospective about IC that you can read here!) While reassembling his features into something vaguely normal, Mitch took the bowl of hummus between his hands and held it up towards Toby. “Try this? I made it.” “Uh, sure?” Toby raised an eyebrow, then…

Mitch stood in the center of Jodie’s room and took a few seconds to decompress. Staring at Velvet Jesus, he counted down from ten to keep himself from taking his frustration out on either an undeserving pillow or a lamp. The best bet was to pull Jodie aside at some point and have her check…

(A/N: This post contains a bigoted uncle character. Nothing is explicitly mentioned, but there’s hints of transphobia and racism and abuse that might be uncomfortable to read.) Around noon, a steady stream of people arrived at the house. While Jodie played host, Mitch took his station in the kitchen and reheated everything that he helped…

With Jodie scrambling about and making herself impossible to ignore, Mitch begrudgingly elected to get out of bed. He hurried to the bathroom before Avi could barricade himself in there for an hour and a half, doing fuckall, presumably grooming himself. Except his routine took a million years from start to finish, and not even…