Scomiche One-Shots

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     "Are you nervous?"

     "Am I nervous? Of course I'm nervous! Who wouldn't be nervous?"

     "But it's just Mitch. Take a deep breath." Just Mitch. Just Mitch. But of course it isn't just Mitch. Mitch has never been "just Mitch." Not to me.

     Mitch has always been beautiful. He has always been almost unreasonably sassy, but I can't actively remember a time when I didn't love it; granted, the past wasn't exactly what I was focused on right now. The only thing I could seem to set my attention on was the doorway across the room.

     Hundreds of eyes were locked on me and I could feel myself beginning to sweat. If you had asked me five years ago about when this moment would come, I probably would have laughed openly and replied with a humor-filled "never!"

     "Do you know what he's gonna wear?" I know Avi is simply trying to take my mind off of things and help me breathe normally, but his questions are rapidly becoming annoying. I don't want to talk. I want to worry myself to death and have an aneurism in peace.

     "I can honestly say that I have no idea. He's going to look amazing in anything he wears." Talking about Mitch causes a warmth to spread through my chest. I'm desperately in love with that small brunet beauty.

     "Do you think it's a dre-" the deep voice beside me is instantly silenced when the piano to the side begins filling the room with the only song that could elevate my blood pressure to unhealthy numbers.

     All eyes shift to the back of the room, and thirty seconds later, he's there. And fuck he looks perfect. His slacks are a pristine white color, his shirt is tinted a shade of red that's almost so dark that I would think it was black if I hadn't of been instructed to match my tie to the color, and he's wearing a form fitting white jacket that's held closed with a single button pressing directly against his sternum. The back of the jacket is left long - hanging down to his calves - resembling the train on a wedding dress.

     My eyes shift up to look at Mike's face for a split second before finally meeting Mitch's gaze. He's staring at me like I'm the only person in the room, and I have a feeling that I have a very similar look on my face.

     When his expression shifts to an enormous grin and his dimples carve their way onto his cheeks, I lose focus of everything but him. I know there is music still playing, and I know there are other people in the room, but I can't hear or see anything that isn't my stunning man.

     When he's close enough to touch, I barely manage to wait for the priest to have Mike give Mitch away to me before I'm crushing his little body in a hug.

     "You look so beautiful. Mitchy...." I can feel my throat swelling just slightly, and I'm giving my best effort to keep all traces of tears away from my eyes, but with him in my arms everything seems to be catching up to me. "We're really doing this..." He smiles at me again before breaking my grip on him and taking one of my hands in his own.

"Of course we're doing this. This has always been the path our lives were meant to take." I'm barely aware of the fact that he was positioning us where we're supposed to be standing. Nothing else matters in the moment besides the words rolling off his lips. "I'm ready, Scotty. Are you?"

Am I? Of course I'm ready. "I've always been ready." A small chorus of an exaggerated "awh!" sound from the few people in the front rows who can hear our small exchange.

"Then let's do this, baby." I nod, still intently holding his gaze, and squeeze his small hands in mine as the preacher begins speaking.

We had been through the rehearsal about four times the day prior and I was positive I knew my lines front and back.... yesterday. Today is a different story. Today I am lucky to even remember my own name. Mitch is spoken to first and goosebumps raise on my arms as he repeats after the preacher.

Mitch and I had agreed to write our own vows, but decided that we would share them with each other in private instead of in front of our friends and families.

I wish I could say that I was actively committing his voice to memory, and cherishing the fact that he was vowing to stick with me forever, but the only thing I can focus on is the way he's looking at me. His brown eyes are smoldering, and it's not the first time I've seen them this way, but that doesn't make it any less unique or hypnotizing.

When it's my turn to speak, I stumble through the lines and have to restart a few of them, but he's still watching me and smiling just the same. It would take a natural disaster to cause even the slightest damage to this day.

"Do you, Scott Richard Hoying, take Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you vow to love, honor and respect him; to be faithful to him, and not to forsake him, until death do you part?" This is it. This is the end. This is when I finally get to have him be mine unconditionally forever.

I had attempted to stop the tears before but I made no attempt to hold them back now. There was no point. I was going to cry at some point, and now seemed like a fine time to start. Mitch is better at controlling himself, but as soon as my tears begin falling down my cheeks, tears of his own start staining his face. "I do." Relief washes over his features and that smile that stops my breathing returns.

"Do you, Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi, take Scott Richard Hoying to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you vow to love, honor and respect him; to be faithful to him, and not to forsake him, until death do you part?"

"I do!" The words are out of his mouth before I even have a second to worry that he might say no.

"With the power vested in my by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may now kiss the g-" the preacher didn't have time to finish his sentence before I was crashing my lips against Mitch's.

     His kiss was salty from our tears, but the flavor of his chapstick was more prominent. I had planned on just a peck, but all at once I was overwhelmed with emotions and I couldn't pull away from him even if I wanted to. That means that he's the one to break the kiss.

     His forehead takes it's place against mine and his brown eyes are practically glowing, and I can't remember ever being this overwhelmed or in love before. "So. How does it feel, Mr. Grassi-Hoying?" The emphasis on my new last name draws a wide smile onto my features.

     "Nothing has ever felt better."

A/N: HI

I love you all.

Do I even have to ask if you want a part 2...? (I can't write "one" shots okay)