_____________________ Mitch Grassi, a timid, shy student with a dark past. After losing his mom, a number of obstacles occur in his life which hold him back from doing what he loves the most - singing. Will joining Martin High help him to come out of his shell? When he meets Scott Hoying, the son of Martin High's choir master, will he let him inside his mind? How will Scott help Mitch to overcome his fears? A story of sad memories, happy futures and falling in love. Mitch is torn between listening to his head and keeping his walls up, and listening to his heart and letting Scott save him. Which one will he choose? _____________________

Mitch was a fan way before he got the job. Can he balance friendship with fandom? Can he remain professional without revealing his inner fangirl? Is that even possible?

Hello again my friends, and welcome to my latest long-format story. This one is gonna be a bit different. It is very very VERY AU, so just go with it as it's set in a fictional world and time. It hopefully goes without saying that this is 1000% fiction and anything here about real people is just a story and doesn't necessarily represent them or even my opinion of them. Cool? Okay. Credit for that insane book cover goes to the incredibly talented @Eliak22. I gave her one pic and half of an idea and she completely nailed it. My plan is to showcase her and other artists throughout the story, so be on the lookout for that. I expect this will be a fair bit smuttier than my other long stories, for those of your thirsty folk. But it definitely does have plot for those of you that skim the other stuff. I won't put warnings up cuz it's just not my style, haha. Also, Scomavilex. You're welcome.

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

He sees it in his dreams, that symbol, those angles, those eyes. There's a place in his heart that seems forever cold, a part he can never seem to let anyone break into . He tries to live, to love, to find happiness, but somehow it feels as if he's forgotten how. ______________ He does his duty, he holds his head high, but no one will ever be able to warm him again. He could never forget, never end the pain. He moves forward only because he must, his memories are all he has left.

Just some One Shots updated randomly, whenever I get the inspiration.

oneshots.

Collection of my random ideas and short stories

My first ever one-shot book for Scomiche. One-shots could be fluffy, angsty, sad, happy, basically whatever I'm feeling. Possible mature content. Thanks for reading.

a mix of lil drabbles