Scömìche One-Shots

Sometimes, jokes hurt.

Quick A/N:

So there's this writer I recently discovered named Alicia or 'CrazyForScomiche' and she is AMAZING! You guys should definitely check out her scomiche fic Addicted to You, it's really good!

"Hey, I'm fatty!"

"And I'm... skinny, I guess? I don't know," Mitch said, shrugging, unsure if that was the correct thing to respond with.

"Well, I wouldn't say skinny," Scott said, a teasing edge to his voice.

Mitch smiled slightly but felt a small pain in his chest. Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes, but he said nothing, instead made it though the rest of the superfruit without snapping. 

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I worked so, so hard. The amount of effort I put into losing weight.. why am I even letting this get to me?! We ALWAYS joke around about this and make jokes like these. 

Why is it affecting me so much.

Why is it tearing me down. 

Mitch was sitting on the edge of his bed, patting Wyatt's head absentmindedly. Scott was in the other room watching tv, completely unaware of what he had done. Mitch took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to completely forget about the whole situation.

"Hey Mitch?" Scott called from the living room. Mitch cleared his throat and swallowed heavily, hoping his voice wouldn't crack.

"Uh.. Yeah?" He said, and mentally punched himself. His voice had faltered a bit at the end. Fuck, He thought, hoping Scott wouldn't come and see him. He heard only silence from the other room. The sound of footsteps came from the other side of the door, and Wyatt jumped down when Scott opened the door, exiting. Scott stood by the doorway staring at Mitch questioningly. 

"Are you okay?" Scott asked. Mitch nodded and averted his gaze. He pretended to be interested by something on his phone, so he didn't notice that Scott had come to sit next to him until he felt the bed dip down and Scott placed his arms around Mitch's waist. 

"C'mon. Tell your boyfriend what's wrong," Scott said. Mitch didn't say anything, so Scott moved his hands up slowly and began tickling him. Mitch tried not to laugh but ended up laughing his head off.

"Scott! Stop it! Oh my god I will literally- shit on your- stop!!" Mitch said, struggling to get out of Scott's grasp. Scott let go and Mitch pulled away, standing up. He leaned over and put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

"You know I hate you right?" Mitch asked as he caught his breath. Scott smirked and held his arms out.

"Nah, you love me. Come lay with me, and tell me what's going on," Scott said. Mitch rolled his eyes but jumped into the bed, curling up next to Scott. They layed there for a little while, just enjoying each other's presence. Scott poked Mitch's stomach and Mitch looked up at him warningly.

"Come on. Spill," Scott said. 

"Fine. But it's not even that big of a deal. It's just what you said on superfruit. About how you wouldn't describe me as skinny. It made me upset because well I worked hard and stuff. I don't know. Just forget it," Mitch said, shaking his head. Scott leaned down and kissed Mitch softly for a few moments.

"I'm sorry baby," Scott whispered. "I never meant to hurt you. I should have thought before I said anything. I didn't mean it at all. I thought it was just all jives and laughs." Mitch smiled and kissed Scott's nose. 

"It's alright, I swear. I know you were joking, it just got to me at the time.I shouldn't have let it do that. I promise it's fine," Mitch said. He kissed Scott's lips, and Scott made the kiss last longer and deeper.

"You know I love you," Scott said.

"I love you too. More than you could ever know," Mitch responded, leaning in for another kiss.

I'm sorry this was a pile of shit omg I literally have no explanation.

Prompts have been reopened, feel free to send me some!