Scott's not a stalker, he's just... passionate. (A meet-cute college/youtuber AU)

Life seemed to be heading in a perfectly planned direction for Mitch, until one stupid mistake ruined it all. Now out on his own for the first time and driven by hatred for his father, he takes a job as far away from his old life as possible. An ordinary Mexican restaurant in San Diego with anything but ordinary staff will completely turn his life upside down, for better or for worse.

"Mitch wanted to be reckless. He didn't want to plan out this part of his life - he planned out his routines for skating competitions, not relationships." Hockey player, Scott Hoying, and ice dancer, Mitch Grassi, cross paths in Anaheim during the opening game of the hockey season. Over the course of the season, the two become closer than either had planned. While having two hectic schedules; traveling, games, and competitions, the two try to stay close to one another and build up their relationship.

When Mitch and Scott find themselves working at the happiest place on earth, will fate bring them together in a magical happy ending, or will reality check in and only make them realize that this wasn't a fairy tale after all?

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)

Two part story - Scomiche - based on the song Details in the Fabric by Jason Mraz ft James Morrison.

Scott loves music. Mitch loves coffee.

No one believes they're in a platonic relationship. It takes a long separation for them to stop believing it too.

Drabbles for #SePTXCC17 fanworks challenge! (I can't stick with a limited word count to save my life)

Hickey's were hard to hide. That was one of the thoughts circling in Mitch's head when he stood in front of the mirror that morning. He touched the purple marks and squinted, hoping that maybe they weren't that noticeable, but knew that it was a lost cause. They were all over his collarbone, his shoulder. High up into his neck and behind his ear. He sighed and threw his head back, closing his eyes for the moment. // one shot/short story,, not the most original plot ever, but it's fun to write. // 22.5K