Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

He Calls Me Moonlight, Too

Here, have a fluffy one inspired by my actual goddess Ariana Grande...I'll let you know that I lost my shit over her new album and that I like to pretend she wrote Moonlight for me because my name translates to moonlight from Arabic/Persian and I'm very, very hopelessly single and in love w her. Go listen to it 💕

Oh, and 8k reads?!?! Holy ****. I'm so emotional.

"Hey, will you sing me to sleep?"

Mitch blinked his eyes open and looked up at Scott, who was still sitting up with a book in one hand and his phone in the other. He hadn't fallen asleep just yet but was laying down with his eyes closed, hoping to soon. He'd had a great day but he was tired and needed rest before their rehearsals tomorrow.

Scott, however, was still sitting leaned against the back of his bed and felt too awake to even be in bed. At least reading had calmed him down a little, but he wanted to be asleep just as much as Mitch did and his mind was just way too active to let him do so.

"Why? Still too alive?"

"Mhmm."

"What did I tell you about drinking coffee after 8pm?"

Scott pouted and looked down at the sleepy boy with a hurt expression, but Mitch wasn't fazed. He sighed. "You told me it would keep me up at night. Is that what you wanna hear, asshole? You love being right, don't you? Even at the expense of my ego."

Mitch nodded, smiling. "Yes, daddy. Love being right. Your stomach feel okay?"

"Yup. And my hearts not racing anymore, either, but my body won't let me sleep. I really want to."

"Mhmm. Me too, Scotty." He sighed, hoping his tired voice would sound good enough to make it worthwhile. He wasn't annoyed that Scott wanted him to sing but he was so sleepy that he thought he might not make it through a song. "Alright. Turn the light off and I'll sing for you. What should I sing?"

Scott set his book and phone on the nightstand before flicking the switch on the nightlamp, turning it off. "Anything is fine. Preferably not the one from last time, though" he joked. He scooted close to Mitch and pulled the covers over them, flipping over to his stomach and pressing his cheek against his pillow so that he was facing Mitch.

Last time he'd asked Mitch to sing him to sleep, he had ended up ruining both of their nights. Mitch had been feeling playful and decided on Beyoncé's "Don't Hurt Yourself" since Scott had asked him to choose. Mitch had taken a big, deep breath before practically screaming the song, which was the angriest and least soothing one he could think of, all the way to the end just for the sake of humor. Scott had begged him to stop and even covered Mitch's mouth with his hand, but once the boy pried Scott's fingers off his mouth and hurriedly yelled out "JUST GIVE MY FAT ASS A BIG KISS, BOY! TONIGHT I'M FUCKIN' UP ALLLLL YOUR SHIT BOY!" he'd lost it. He'd laughed and laughed and halfway through the obnoxious performance he climbed onto Mitch and tried to shut him up by tickling him. Somehow, the giggly boy managed to finish the show even through the pain Scott was inflicting on him and he pulled the blond down for a kiss, which evolved into a heated makeout session which evolved into something else due to how their bodies were already conveniently positioned right against each other, making it hard to resist. Needless to say, neither of them got much sleep that night and getting up for work the next day had been nothing short of painful. Especially for Mitch.