Scott is a Federation captain on a mission of science and exploration. Mitch...apparently exists to drive him insane. Cowritten by Ehcimocs, who thankfully also designed the cover.

Scott owns a bakery. Mitch is a loyal customer. Scott is happily married, and Mitch can't change that. But fate can.

Scott loves his little girl, Bailey, but being a successful manager for a major music label calls for a lot of hours at work. He hires a nanny, Mitch, who is perfect for his daughter, and, more importantly, perfect for him. (A single dad Scott AU with a side order of nanny Mitch)

"Don't you understand? He's the bad guy, plain and simple!" "Plain and simple? Doesn't he have, like, an ulterior motive or something?" Avi stared at him with his red and green eyes so intensely that Mitch was afraid he'd catch on fire. "Ever seen Star Wars?" "Of course I have." Avi shoved the gun into his chest. "He's the dark side, and you are the light. Don't get the two mixed up." And then he was brushing past Mitch and barking an order at Kevin, and Mitch was left to stare at the foreign weapon in his hands, wondering how he'd gotten himself into this intergalactic mess in the first place. ✺ ptx/science fiction au

They'd built a garden together. A beautiful garden, with exotic flowers and familiar ones, with trees of ripened fruit that reminded the world of home. It was strong and it was delicate, short lived and everlasting, privately guarded yet on display for the whole world to admire and condemn as it saw fit. And Mitch had stomped all over it. // Heavy trigger warning for explosive anger, self harm, self loathing, depression, isolation, and suicide

Mitch is a junior at NYU majoring in fashion. He takes an intro to cinema class for fun, but what's NOT fun is how hard he's crushing on the hot grad student teaching it. Okay, maybe it's kinda fun. FLUFFY because I'm me, but also vaguely angsty. This fic would probably be classified as student/teacher, but even if that's not normally your cup of tea, you might like this one. It's really not gross or uncomfy and they're aged 21 and 24 so there's nothing sketchy. Updates at least once a week!

"Police! Open up!" I yell, banging again. I steel myself as this time I hear the locks click-clunk and see the door pull back slowly to reveal a half-naked blond bear of a man, who fucking towers over me. He's standing, blocking the doorway, with a frying pan in one hand and an aerosol can in the other. His face is flushed, his chest heaving with exertion, eyes wide with adrenaline, and his bare torso is glistening with sweat. He adjusts the grip on the pan and I see the muscles of that arm ripple underneath the monochrome sleeve that adorns it. Shit. Why the fuck did I not call for back up? (Aka the failed one shot. From the ship that sails itself.) Some content is mature. Caution advised, but specific trigger warnings will be given where appropriate. Note: AWOOGA is used to label the dirrrrrrty chapters.

Mitch takes a much-needed break from family time at Christmas to go clubbing and hopefully find a hot hookup. He wakes up the next morning with no regrets, save one.

@scotthoying: The acceptance rate for pop music at USC this coming fall was 7%. congrats @mitchgrassi :D

Scott Hoying - A US Army Soldier of six years, Staff Sargeant of 1st Battalion Cavalry Division. No fears, no feelings. Just fight and freedom. That is, until he comes across a small dark haired boy in a bar, and little does he know that Mitch Grassi will change his life from that moment on. The Army is a tough place when you have no feelings, but it's even worse when you have too many.