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'...
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 ha...
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 th...
"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 fl...
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...
Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side...
When Mitch and Scott meet as college roommates, they're not sure what to make of each other. They're so different; Mitch is tiny and alternative and sarcastic and gay as a meatball, and Scott is absolutely positive he's straight as can be. Yet through a shared love of Queen Bey and a few of those spill-your-guts late...
"Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce, too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms. The maids come around too much, parents ain't around enough. Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar, too many white lies and white lines" - Frank Ocean, Super Rich Kids. Some snippets and screenshots from my fic, Close My E...
In this horror story, Mitch Grassi is sent to Hemingway's Home for Orphaned Boys after being kicked out of the previous shelter. He's taken aback by the amount of support all the boys show for one another and finds himself very much attracted to mystery boy "Roxas" as well as the mystery of the Hemingway mansion.
He's captivating, I was enraptured from the moment I first set eyes on him. Never did I dream that he'd even spare me a glance, let alone a second or third. I've always blended with the shadows, faded into the background, unseen, invisible.... but he... he saw me. [Originally started in my short story book 'Brevit...
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 advent...
After years of being told what to do and how to act and what to wear and who to be friends with, after years of not being able to be themselves in their own homes, after years of being made to believe that money and power and status were more important than their feelings, Scott and Mitch finally decided that enough w...
{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure prance...
“A soulmate is not someone who comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality… someone who marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person who manages to revolutionize your world in a seco...
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 toot...
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?
