Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

I Kissed Your Pillow Before I Left, Do You Feel It?

Good morning, sweetheart.

How are you feeling? Probably still not too hot, huh? That's okay, but text me when you wake up anyway just to let me know. I worry about you.

I thought I'd write you a letter before I go off to work. Remember when we used do that back when we were in college? When we were dating it was so nice to wake up to a little love note or letter or drawing or anything, really, that you made for me before heading out of my apartment in the morning. I know you loved it when I did it, too, so since we haven't done this in a long, long time, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to revive our little tradition.

God, look at us. Literally doing the same sappy things we were doing when we were dating all those years ago. How fucking cute and corny. Eye roll.

Anyway, I don't really know what to talk about here. I really wish you'd get better, baby. I hate it when you're sick, and you've never been sick this long before. I know you're supposed to get better in about a week, but what the fuck? I don't think a flu is really supposed to last that long. I still think your doctor was lying or maybe hiding something or, I don't know, but I hope he wasn't. Nevermind, I'm overthinking it. You're probably fine and just have a normal flu, but I can't not worry. I've barely seen you all week, baby. I want my hubby back :(

I feel so sappy writing this to you but I can't help it. It's 5:45 by the way, so technically I could sneak in there to get ready for work and maybe get a quick look at you, but...I don't know. You're probably sleeping, I don't wanna wake you up so early and disturb you and then just hang around until 7:30. You're right across the hall but I miss you so, so much. God, you're gonna laugh when you read this, aren't you? I'm being silly.

Anyway, once you get better (soon, please), we should redecorate the guest room together. I know we barely get any use out of it but damn, this room is awful. The walls are painted so dull and the bed sucks. Like oh my GOD, Scott, the bed really, really sucks. Remember when we bought this mattress back when we were in grad school? Yeah, well it FEELS like it was bought by two broke, confused boys in their mid twenties who literally couldn't afford anything better. I can't believe we've had our parents sleep in here and they haven't even complained! I've only been in here for a week and my back hurts. I feel like a grandpa. Yeah, we definitely need to renovate.

On the topic of beds and rooms and what not, I really miss ours, Scotty. I miss having all of my stuff nearby and not worrying about waking your sick ass up if I need to get clothes or whatever. And even more than the room, I miss being in bed with you, baby. Do you really have to be so infectious? Can you believe that your needy husband hasn't been held or cuddled or loved in a whole entire week? You haven't either, though, and that's fucking sad. I would do anything to crawl into bed with you right now and just hold you for a while, but you'd get me sick. And then I'd get all my students sick, and they might get all of your students sick (if they're, like, fucking or whatever) and we don't want that do we?

Maybe we do, actually. Because by then you'd be better, right, so we could have some time off while the whole college is infected? I need to catch up on grading and you need to catch up on everything, so some time off would definitely help. It's not realistic, though, is it? Whatever, it'll be fine. I'll help you catch up on all your work once your throat is good enough that you can explain it to me, Mr. Psychology Professor. Ugh, that sounds awful though. It's not fair, you should get time off after your sick time, too. Who wants to start working again the second that they get better? No one. I'm sorry, baby.

It's 6:15 now and I'm just gonna wait a little more before I get ready for work. I'm going to campus early today, one of the kids in my afternoon class can't make it or something so he wants to take his test early. I doubt he really has anything that important to do on a Friday afternoon. Do you think he's just trying to leave early and go to the game tonight? I wouldn't be surprised. I don't really care, though, he's a good kid. I let it pass without bothering him too much for an explanation. You should try that out sometime too, being easy on your students. Maybe then they'll love you as much as mine love me ;)

I'm really just babbling now, aren't I? I guess that's okay, you don't really have much else to do in there. I'll keep going. Maybe you should write me a letter back? Just don't get any germs on it, I think if I caught whatever you have I'd actually die. Also, doctors are fucking expensive. Did you see the bill for your visit where literally all he did was prescribe you an antibiotic? What in the world? Anyway, don't worry about that. I don't even know why I brought that up, don't worry. I've got it covered. Maybe you should just text me back if the bright screens don't bother you as much anymore? I don't know, baby, but I wanna hear from you. Anything more than telling me your symptoms twice a day would be amazing. I really, really miss you.

I wish I had something fun to tell you, baby, but nothing super exciting is happening. I miss you a lot. Oh, Gaga is performing at the Super Bowl this year, but I think you already know that. Our window in the car, the one in the passenger seat, it broke yesterday and I'm getting it fixed tomorrow, so I might be home a little later than usual. Not that it matters, you'll be asleep, but just in case you're not and you wanna know where I am :)

I know I've said it a million times in this letter but I miss you, Scott. Everything is so boring without your energy, I'm tired of it. If you read this before I get back from campus, text me and tell me what you want to eat. I keep feeding you the same few things and you must be sick of it by now. I bet you never wanna see an egg or bowl of chicken soup again, huh? I'll get you anything you want, baby, just text me. I'll do anything for   you. Please tell me if you want or need anything else to   cheer you up so that I can grab it for you before I get home.

It's 6:30 and I'm still babbling. I'm getting kinda sad writing this, Scott, because I  miss you   so much. I wish you would hurry up and get better, Scotty. I miss you. Are you still reading, baby? If you are, please text me. I know your throat can't handle calling me but please text me? I want you back so bad. If you don't get better soon I'm gonna give the doctor a big fuck you and just come back into the room and lock myself in with you until you feel okay again. I don't care that much if I get   sick I love you I'm sad, Scott. Try to get   better while I'm at work, okay? I want   to be with you so   bad. You're so sweet and   special and such a gift to me, Scott, and I'm crying now and   can't see what I'm writing too well but I love you. You're probably in so much pain and it's making me hurt. Hurry   up and get better   for me.

Fuck,   look at  me. A   grown ass man crying quietly into a love letter because he misses his   husband, who's literally right   across the hall. I feel so stupid. You're laughing, aren't you, at me complaining while you're the one whose   been bedridden and in pain for a week? No, you're probably not. You're too nice and you hate it when I cry I'm sorry if this letter makes you feel bad it's not your fault but please get better so that I can hug you and kiss you again I miss you so much. Okay that's all I love you, rest up babyboy. I'm gonna go and stop crying and get ready for work now. Bye bye love you.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo Mitch

P.S. I just finished getting ready and stopped crying pretty fast and since its cold out my face won't be pink when I get to campus :) you got me so emotional baby love u miss u GOD I'm such a crybaby. I'm in our room kneeling next to bed, I felt ur cheek it's really hot babe I'm glad you didn't wake up. I'm in a hurry I hope u like the breakfast I left on ur nightstand please try to finish it & antibiotic and painkiller & drink as much water as u can. Hope u enjoy my long ass letter. Text me or write me babe if u have the energy for it love u so much see u soon. Feel better sweetheart.

P.P.S. I kissed your pillow before I left, do you feel it? Text me y/n