in which Avi is Mitch's guardian angel and Mitch believes he is real. Very very real.

"Scotty, please... I know you can do it, I know you can remember," Mitch pleaded to Scott, sitting on the couch next to him. Scott wanted to remember. He wanted to remember so bad, but he just couldn't. No matter how hard he tried.

A Scömìche romance ---- "So why then?" Scott asks quietly. "Why what?" Mitch replies, frowning, the question seemingly out of context. "Why aren't we together?" ---- An unashamedly fluffy story with a big ol' whack of smut and a smidge of angst for good measure. This originally started as a one-shot; Clarity. Shout out to all you gorgeous peeps who commented and enthused me to write more. A modified version of that oneshot (with extra smut, nudge, nudge, wink, wink) is now chapter 1 & the short story TLC is also part of the same timeline). I'll stick warnings on each chapter, but safe to assume that the whole thing is a bit sweary and NSFW. Oo-er. There's no update shedule; I'm a mom with a full time job, so goodness only knows when I'm going to find time to actually write this... That being said, I am totally obsessed with these boys and have recently discovered that I adore writing. So there's hope! Fingers crossed that sleep deprivation and caffeination leads to inspiration!

what would you do to preserve a memory? --- cover by the lovely micky @sconemiche

It was all falling into place; his hypothetical fantasies were no more hypothetical, and he was truly going on a trip of those he wildly wanted. He was going to get a passport, and be an important person with more than just an ID card, a person with an interesting life to tell about. Tomorrow, he will start his adventures.

The Capitol falls, and the embittered districts demand its elite as tributes. Pentatonix are cast into the arena and forced to compete in the Hunger Games. Will any of them survive?

I'm in the wrong bed. I guess that means I'm on tour. I could have sworn tour ended a week ago, but I'm too tired to figure that out right now. I clutch my vaguely familiar hotel pillow closer and squeeze my eyes against the morning light. My arms feel small. My whole body seems wrong, like the gap from a missing tooth. My alarm sounds and I jab at my iPhone. Eight in the morning, the little screen tells me. What happened to my phone? Why am I using my old one? How did I even get here?

"Make him remember you. Every day. Do something that will make him fall for you. Be yourself, and captivate him." "Surprise him. Make him fall in love with you, just like he can make you fall in love with him in less than a day. Give him something to talk about when he's old and reflects on life... about the night that his forgetful boy took him by surprise." "Falling for someone is a scary thing, but it makes it a whole lot better when someone is holding your hand through it all."

~~~ 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."

Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like if everyone lived together, to see blues and reds and yellows and greens all crossing together and meeting. I think that would look beautiful. But that's not how it works. Book started: August 27, 2015 Book completed: June 11, 2016