Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Can't Sleep Love

(I feel like everyone has a one shot with this title shout out to my originality) here's some sweet fluffiness for my sweet readers

Mitch sighed and checked the time on his phone. 4:35 am. He couldn't believe that his body hadn't forced him to drift into unconsciousness yet. He had been in bed since before midnight, feeling tired but fidgety. He talked to Scott until he fell asleep, at which point Mitch was left to his own thoughts.

Mitch unlocked his phone and started scrolling though tumblr, praying that something would calm his mind down and let him catch a few hours of sleep before everyone began waking up. When Scott had fallen asleep around 12, trapping Mitch to the bed by wrapping a heavy arm around his thin body, Mitch had let his mind wander to places he didn't want it to go. He thought about how he failed to hit a high note at their concert last week, and how embarrassed he had been when the band had tried to comfort him afterwards. They had all noticed along with the audience, and were treating him like a baby because they KNEW he was mentally beating himself up about it. It was humiliating.

Then his thoughts drifted to how his family was so unsupportive of who he was. His parents loved him to no extent, Mike being his biggest support system throughout his whole life, but the rest of his family couldn't be farther from him. There would be many times in family reunions that he would catch them talking about how he didn't have a "real career" and just went along with Pentatonix because he was too lazy to go to college. This hurt him so much, and he had shed silent, angry tears dwelling on this.

He had even endured homophobic slurs from one aunt in particular, his dad's older sister. She was the same one who had reprimanded Mike when he let Mitch drop out of college after one semester, seeing how much he was struggling and how miserable he was. He thought about the time she had called his dad, talking loud enough that heard her refer to him as the "brainless faggot who's going to be living under your roof for the rest of his sorry life" from across the room. He had grown even angrier thinking of how successful he had become in the past couple of years despite her hurtful comments and how happy he should be, but he couldn't stop repeating her words in his mind. Even in his own family he was considered a "brainless faggot".

Scott shuffled and took a deep breath, taking a few moments before opening his eyes. He felt the top of Mitch's head under his chin and closed his eyes when they stung from the brightness radiating from the phone in his hand. He pulled Mitch closer to his body with his arm, cuddling Mitch's back into his chest. "What time is it, Mitchy?" Mitch took a second to compose his voice and mumbled, "4:42". Scott sighed, knowing the boy probably hadn't slept at all. They had been through this before. "What are you thinking about, baby?" he asked soothingly, rubbing the tiny boys shoulder and upper arm.

"I don't wanna talk about it, Scott" he replied, irritated that his sleeplessness had caused him to wake his boyfriend up so early. "Come on, let's go back to sleep babe" he added, putting his phone away and turning around to nuzzle into Scott's chest. They stayed cuddled up in this position for a few minutes, their shallow breathing the only sound in the room.  After a while Scott grabbed him and rolled him on top of his body. He began rubbing Mitch's back as he settled his head on Scott's chest, closing his eyes and listening to his heartbeat.  "You're still thinking, aren't you Mitchy? I don't wanna go back to sleep."

"What do you wanna do then?" Mitch responded softly, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his boyfriend. "Well..." Scott thought, continuing to rub Mitch's back, "Starbucks opens in a little less than an hour, we could have breakfast there and then come home and watch some Netflix?" he suggested, talking softly in an attempt to pull Mitch away from his bad thoughts. "Mmmm. Sounds great. Can we stay like this until they open?" Mitch asked, never wanting to move from the warmth of his body. His mind drifted to a place of comfort, where all that mattered were Scott's arms wrapped around his body. Scott leaned to peck the top of his head in answer and pulled the blanket on top of them, and set an alarm for 5:30 before cuddling him closer.

Scott returned his hand to rubbing Mitch's back, letting his own mind wander now that he was awake. The boy was always so hesitant to share the thoughts that kept him up at night, and Scott wondered if he was doing enough as a boyfriend. Many times when Scott assured Mitch that he was here for him and that it was okay to open up, Mitch would respond with something along the lines of "I have no reason to be unhappy, I have everything I've ever wanted" or some other other way to belittle his own unhappiness. He would never push him when Mitch clearly showed signs of not wanting to talk, but it broke Scott's heart to see him struggling with himself and not wanting to be helped.

Scott's thoughts were interrupted when his alarm went off, and he quickly shut it off and mentally prepared himself to get out of bed. "Mitchy..." he whispered, trying to get the boy off of him before he realized that he had fallen asleep on his chest. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, taking in the sound and feel of his Mitch's deep, relaxed breaths while he was snuggling on top of his own body. At least he was able to provide the boy enough comfort to get him to fall asleep after his rough night.

He decided to head to Starbucks by himself and give Mitch a chance to catch up on sleep. He carefully rolled the small boy off of him, grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt before heading out the room. He left Mitch a note to let him know where he was and shut the door quietly behind him as he left the apartment.

Mitch rolled over and groggily checked his Apple Watch for the time. He groaned when he saw that it was 10pm and he was still in bed, alone. He looked over to the nightstand, where Scott had left him two tablets of his Clonazepam and a glass of water, along with a note. He read the blue sticky note while taking his medication, "left to get us some Starbucks, come to the living room whenever you're ready." Mitch smiled to himself as he hopped out of bed, slipping on some sweatpants and a tshirt before heading towards the living room.

When Scott head footsteps coming towards the living room, he looked up from his phone and exclaimed "Yay! She's up". He got up from the couch to give the dazed boy a hug before opening the fridge to pull out their iced coffees. "Here!" he said, handing Mitch his cup, "I didn't wanna start drinking without you." Mitch blushed at his thoughtfulness and started sipping, as Scott went on "I wasn't feeling pastries for breakfast again so I stopped at Kroger and got some breakfast stuff, I thought having real food might cheer you up. I didn't start cooking cuz I didn't want it to go cold by the time you woke up. Wanna help me?" he asked, grinning at Mitch, who felt a smile creeping on his face as he saw his boyfriend radiating in excitement. "Of course!" He responded, and finished his drink as he watched Scott remove groceries from the plastic bags on their counter.

Two hours later the boys were cuddled up on the couch, finishing the last episode of Orange is the New Black. When it was finally over, Mitch took the laptop from Scott's lap and placed it on the coffee table before hopping on to Scott's lap and pulling him in to the tightest hug that he could. "My ribs! They're cracking!" Scott laughed before reciprocating the hug, causing Mitch to look up at him with a smile. "What was that for?" Scott asked, adding a playful "what have my ribs ever done to you?!"

Mitch explained, peppering small kisses all over Scott's face between each sentence. "I'm just really, really thankful for you." left cheek. "You care so much about me and you never make me feel guilty for my bad days" right cheek "You've never make me do or say anything that I don't want to, and you get me through it every time regardless" forehead "You literally shaped your whole day around me,trying to make me feel better and getting my mind off the bad stuff without making me feel annoying at all" nose "and it makes my sappy self love you so, so, SO much, Scotty" mouth. "You are so good to me, and I never want you to leave."

Scott couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. He hugged the boy as close as he could, letting him rest his head on his shoulder. "I won't" he promised. And he meant it.