Scömíche Fluff One Shots

Thanksgiving

Scott woke up to the smell of food coming from the kitchen. He got up and went downstairs, finding his boyfriend cooking for Thanksgiving with the Grassi and Hoying families. "Hey, baby," he said. "Hi, hon," Mitch replied, keeping his focus on the food he was making. "Do you need any help? I can make something if you want me to," Scott offered. "I'm good for now. Thanks though," Mitch answered, walking past Scott to get something and giving him a quick peck on the lips as he did so.

Scott went into the living room to turn on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. He sat down on the couch and started watching it. A few minutes later, Mitch called for him. "Babe, can you help me with something real quick?" Mitch asked. Scott nodded and came into the kitchen. "Yeah, what do you need?" "Can you stir the potatoes while I get the green beans ready?" Mitch asked, nodding towards the pot of mashed potatoes on the stove. Scott nodded again and grabbed a stirring spoon, beginning to stir them.

After a while, the potatoes were looking good, so Scott stopped stirring them. "Mitchy, is this good?" he asked, looking over at Mitch and stepping aside so Mitch could see them. "That's perfect, thank you baby," Mitch said, pushing himself up on his toes and kissing Scott's cheek. "Anything else you need me to help you with?" Scott asked. "Yeah, actually. Separate the rolls and set them on the baking tray, please," Mitch said. Scott nodded and grabbed the bag of frozen rolls, separating them to prepare them for baking.

When he finished separating the rolls, he took the tray to the oven. Mitch was at the stove working on the gravy. "Excuse me, baby," Scott mumbled, bending down to open the oven door. "Oh, sorry," Mitch replied as he stepped to the side to let Scott open the oven. Scott set the rolls inside and closed the door before setting the timer for 12 minutes. "Scott, check the turkey too, please," Mitch said. Scott obeyed and went over to the roaster, checking the turkey's temperature. "What's the temperature at?" Mitch asked. "It's at....," Scott said, checking the thermometer. "325," he finished. "Perfect," Mitch commented. "Anything else I can do?" Scott asked. "No, I think I'm good for now. Thanks babe," Mitch responded.

Scott went back into the living room and began cleaning it up a little bit so it would look nice for when their families arrived. He quickly dusted the tables and polished everything a little bit before going back to the kitchen and poking his head in. "Mitchy, I'm going to go get dressed. Our families should be here in about an hour," he said. "Got it," Mitch replied. Scott then went upstairs to get changed. He fixed his hair and ran his fingers through it a little bit before heading back downstairs.

He found Mitch still in the kitchen, rushing around to make sure everything was going well. "Sweetheart, go get dressed. I can handle this for a little bit," he said. "You sure?" Mitch asked. "Yes, I'm sure. Now go," Scott answered, swatting at Mitch's ass as he walked past to go get ready. Mitch squealed a little and went upstairs to get himself ready while Scott worked on the food.

An hour later, Scott's parents arrived, his sisters, their husbands, and their kids not too far behind. After saying "hello" and giving everyone hugs, he was soon playing with his nephews and niece on the floor, letting them tackle him. Not too much later, Mitch's parents arrived, followed by his sister, her husband, and his niece and nephew. His niece and nephew ran up to him and wrapped themselves around his legs. "Oh, hi Ady. Hi Asa," he said, giggling a little bit before crouching down and giving them both hugs.

They all gathered around the table and ate. When they were done, they talked about random things. Scott's nephew Landon wanted to play with him again, so Scott stood up from the table and followed him out into the backyard. He had brought a ball, and he wanted to use it to play soccer with Scott. They used the two end walls on each side of the backyard as goalposts and began to play. Landon couldn't stop giggling as he tried to get the ball from Scott, kicking it around and trying to score goals. When he would score one, Scott would cheer for him and occasionally pick him up, saying things like "Good job, buddy!" and "Wow! You're a soccer star!"

A few hours later, the kids were all tired out from running around, and they were asleep on the couch in the living room. Both Scott and Mitch were exhausted from being up early and rushing around cooking, but they still sat on the couch in the family room and talked with their parents and siblings. Mitch was sitting up and Scott was laying with his head in Mitch's lap. He was starting to fade in and out of sleep as Mitch began absentmindedly playing with his hair while excitedly chatting with the other adults. Soon enough, he fell asleep.

Everyone had begun speaking a little louder until Lauren noticed that Scott had fallen asleep. "Guys, shhh," she said softly. Everyone looked at her and she nodded towards Scott. "We need to be quieter. Scott's asleep, and so are the kids," she said. Everyone obeyed and started talking in hushed voices. Mitch had started a side conversation with Lindsay and now they were talking amongst themselves.

"Is that how you always get him to sleep?" she asked. He then looked down and noticed that his hand was moving through Scott's hair. "Oh, I didn't even realize I was doing it. But to answer your question, yes, for the most part. He told me this relaxes him so I do it to help him sleep sometimes. The bad part is it's become a subconscious habit, so now I tend to put him to sleep on accident, like I just did right now," Mitch said and laughed a bit. "It seems to work. He's completely passed out," she said. Mitch just shrugged. "It's just boyfriend power, I guess," he said. They both giggled and rejoined the other conversation.

After another hour or two, it was time for the families to leave. "Scotty," Mitch said, gently shaking Scott to wake him up. "What?" Scott mumbled sleepily. "Everyone's leaving. We need to say goodbye," Mitch responded. "Oh, okay," Scott said, sitting up and stretching. Mitch stood up and went to go say goodbye to their families, Scott following behind. They were waking the kids up and telling them it was time to leave. Scott and Mitch said their goodbyes and gave hugs to both families before they all left.

After everyone had left, they still had to deal with the cleanup. Scott washed the dishes while Mitch packed up the leftovers and put them in the fridge. When they were done, they both collapsed onto the couch and looked at each other. "Wow. I am so tired," Scott said. "Me too. Holidays are so tiring, especially when we have them at our house," Mitch agreed. "What do you say we have dinner and watch movies in bed until we fall asleep?" Scott offered. "I would love that," Mitch responded. "Well, come on then," Scott said, taking Mitch's hand and leading him into the kitchen.

They had a quick dinner and set the dishes in the sink. "I am not washing any more dishes tonight," Scott said. "That's fine. We can deal with them later. Let's just go to bed," Mitch said, already walking upstairs to their room.

They got changed into their pajamas and slid into bed. Mitch laid on his back and Scott laid on his side with his head on Mitch's chest and an arm draped over Mitch's waist. He threw one leg over both of Mitch's and pulled himself closer.

Mitch turned off the lamp and turned the TV on. He found a channel that was playing movies all night. He wrapped an arm around Scott's shoulders and kissed Scott's head as he began watching the movie. Soon, he felt Scott's body go limp under his arm and heard Scott's breathing even out, as well as a few soft snores here and there. He smiled and started playing with Scott's hair again, glancing down at him every now and then as he continued to watch the movie.

**A/N: It's late but Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it! I just thought this would be a cute little scenario and I hope you guys enjoyed it. Love you all and stay fcute! ❤