A/N: Hi! This is just gonna be some cute tumblr prompts I found so it's like a bunch of mini stories.
Ambulance
"Damnit I cut my finger." Mitch cursed. Almost immediately after, he hears his boyfriend running to the kitchen where he was.
"Wheee Wooo Wheee Woo Wheee Woo." Scott, or the 'ambulance', comes in and puts puts a band aid on Mitch's finger. He then pecks him on the lips and starts making the siren noise as he quickly walks out of the kitchen, causing Mitch to smile and roll his eyes before continuing to make dinner.
Dancing
"Mitchy?" Scott asks as he gets up. Mitch hums in response, looking at the taller boy.
"May I have this dance?" Scott proposed, sticking his hand out for Mitch, causing him to smile.
"Without music?" Mitch questioned.
"We do a cappella for a living. You should be used to no music." Scott replied, making Mitch let out a small giggle.
They stood up in the middle of the living room, Mitch with his arms around Scott's neck and Scott with his hands on Mitch's waist. They start slow dancing and Mitch soon has his face pressed into Scott's shoulder, moving his hands to Scott's chest, as the latter hums a tune softly in the smaller boy's ear. After a while of that, they decided to sit back down and watch Spongebob, wrapped up in each other's arms.
Laser Tag
"Scott, I just think you should know I'm failing miserably at this." Mitch tells Scott after the blonde comes to the corner Mitch was in.
"Aww my poor Baby." Scott says, leaning in. He joins Mitch in a passionate kiss, which turns a little heated as they deepen the kiss. Suddenly, Mitch hears his laser tag thing tell him someone shot him, making him pull away.
"Gotcha, Mitchy." Scott talks quietly into Mitch's ear, knowing he can't shoot him for a few more seconds.
"I hate you!" Mitch yells as Scott runs away.
"I love you, too!" Scott calls back, winking at Mitch.
Spider
Scott's in his room cleaning when he hears a loud scream from his boyfriend downstairs. He quickly sprints down to the living room.
"What's wrong?" He asks, worried he's hurt. He reaches to where Mitch is, only to see him on a chair.
"Scotty, there's a spider. Kill it. Kill it with fire." Mitch abruptly spits out, making Scott chuckle. He grabs a tissue and squashes the demon... I mean spider... and throws it away before grabbing Mitch's waist and lifting him from from off the chair and back on the ground.
"My hero." Mitch says sarcastically before pecking his lips and going back to whatever he was doing earlier.
I love you
Scott and Mitch are currently in bed, Scott awake with a sleeping Mitch almost completely on top of him. Scott starts to trace "I love you" on Mitch's shirtless lower back. He continues to do this until Mitch moves himself impossibly closer into Scott's embrace. Just as Scott's about to fall asleep, he hears Mitch say something.
"I love you too, Scotty." Mitch whispers, smiling as Scott had never declared his love before. Scott kisses Mitch's head, holding him a little tighter before falling asleep.
Not an invitation
"Oh fuck me." Mitch quietly cursed when he dropped a plate, chipping it a little. He picks it up and turns around to see Scott smirking and walking toward him.
"That wasn't an invitation, Scott." He tells him but Scott continues to walk closer, backing Mitch into the counter.
"I mean it. Leave me alone." Mitch continues to try but know it won't work, though he doesn't want Scott to stop.
Scott gets close to Mitch's face as the smaller boy is pinned between his boyfriend and the counter. He gets closer, to the point where their noses are almost touching, with a low hum and a smirk on his lips. Mitch blushes furiously and looks down, only to have Scott put his hand under his chin to make him look up at him.
"Are you sure?" Scott asks lowly, making a shiver run down Mitch's spine.
"Y-Yes, I'm sure." Mitch responds, trying to keep his composure.
Scott takes Mitch's wrists in one hand to pin them above his head and leans close to his ear.
"How about now?" He asks, nibbling on Mitch's ear a little, making Mitch's breath hitch, before looking him in the eyes again.
"Keep going." Mitch practically begs. Scott picks Mitch up to carry him to their bedroom.
You probably understand what happened next after that. (CHEEKY BUM SECS)
Argument
"You left me! We were at the bar and you left as soon as your other friends came along, you went with them and left me all alone! Then I didn't see you the rest of the night until you were ready to leave!" Mitch yelled at Scott, tears in his eyes.
"I know, I know and I'm sorry. Damnit I'm so sorry, Mitch. Todrick was trying to get a date and practically begged me to help him and after he talked for as long as he did- I just wanted to help a friend and I was dumb to assume you'd be okay with it." Scott explained.
"You left to find Todrick a date. You left your boyfriend to help him find one. Scott I didn't know where you went! You told me it would take a few minutes! Not three fucking hours! You know about my anxiety disorder, you know I can't be left alone in crowds but you did! And I couldn't even leave the bar because that would involve talking to the bartender and walking through a big crowd alone! You asshole!" At those two words, Mitch raised his hand to slap Scott. Scott caught his wrist in the air and started to back Mitch into the wall before leaning down to his ear.
"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?" Scott asked in a low, husky voice. He leaned back enough to look Mitch in the eye, still holding onto the brunette's wrist.
"You left. A-And I was s-scared." Mitch whispered, tears running down his face.
"I'm so sorry, baby boy. I should have never went with Todrick. You've been doing so well with your anxiety lately that I thought you'd be okay for a few minutes. I promise I didn't mean for it to take three hours and I sure as hell promise I never meant to scare you. I understand you're mad, I would be, too. I'll never ever do that again." Scott calmly told him, his voice still quiet.
"Why should I believe you?" Mitch asked him just above a whisper.
"You shouldn't. I know I broke the number one promise that I made to you when you were diagnosed with your disorder, but I will never do it again. You don't have to believe me, but I'm begging you to give me another chance." After a few minutes, Mitch suddenly hugs Scott, sobbing into his chest as soon as he hugs back.
"I'll take that as a yes?" He asks hopefully, smiling when he feels Mitch nod.
"I love you, Princess."
"I love you, too, Scotty."
