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

Mitchell Grassi, abuse, rape, suicide victim and survivor. The road to recovery is long, and no one knows it better than he does. With his secret crush, Scott, and best friend, Kirstie, at his side, he struggles to over come the horrors he has survived. Scott has been at his side this whole journey and has no wishes to abandon him now. He is by his side every step of the way. Now, he is ready to be by Mitch's side in this new leg of his journey. Together. Even if their promised forever is so little. Book Three in the Absent series. Completed. Now Editing ~°~ "Mitchie, you will never, ever disappoint me. I don't care what that voice tells you. I will never be ashamed of you." "Truly?" "Truly, my lovely queen." Warning: Death, Homophobia, Swearing, suggestions of smut(Maybe more)

"Repetition is deadly, and not just during tough times. Have you heard of too much of a good thing?" In which a ghost named Scott follows Mitch around, calls him names, makes fun of him. Yet Mitch is the only one that sees him. [On hold]

A laid-back dog lover living across the hall from a pretentious cat lover. What could possibly go wrong?

not sure if I'll ever return to this story but feel free to read :) When Mitch joins University and is thrown into a flat with three boys that hate him, he thinks that nothing can make it better. Until a tall blonde greets him in the elevator - mysterious, perhaps dangerous, yet endearing. Scott Hoying impacts Mitch's life in a way he never thought was possible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mitch Grassi..." He breathes, a smirk growing on his face, "nice to meet you." I take my card, a small blush emerging on my cheeks as Blondie stays stood opposite me, almost making me feel pressured to stay pinned up against the wall. The elevator doors ding open as the guy turns away from me, walking away with his head turned over his shoulder and his eyes still on me. "W-what's your name?" I stutter, pressing a button to keep the doors open. He turns towards me, walking backwards down the corridor of the second floor. He laughs, raising his brow, "See you around, Mitch Grassi." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He was scared. Too scared to talk. Too scared to eat. Too scared to even go out. He was scared of everything now. Because of his rotten 'friends'. Alex would do anything for Mitch to be better. Even if it risks his father's job. WARNING: attempted murder, PTSD, drug use

When you come of age, you are only given a certain amount of time to live. Time is your currency, your body's clock. Use it wisely-- it flies. (Based loosely on the movie "In Time".)

The tattoo grew on my forearm right before my eyes. The red was now gone... completely barren, yet it was the most beautiful part of me now... a tree ready to bloom. The roots of the tree bled into my veins, and the tree seemed to move as if it were blowing in the wind. This tree represented my life. And now I had a year to get rid of it. A year to find somebody to love me. As if it were that easy with a face as beastly as mine. Cover Photo courtesy of @lubiemanaty Rated M for language.

ANGST - HUMOR - FLUFF scomiche one shots there's a lotta shitty ones and a few good ones

"You're here because you can't sleep. Or won't let yourself eat. Maybe voices speak to you sometimes. Maybe... You don't know what's wrong. Whatever the reason, whatever the cause... You belong here. I suggest you get comfortable." (A Pentatonix + mental illness AU)