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So someone on Facebook posted this and asked for a Scömìche or Pentatonix member x reader fanfic so here you have it. Hope this makes up for my absence.
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"Do you really have to leave me, Mitchie?" Scott whined as he latched onto Mitch's waist as they sat on the couch.
"Oh, Scotty, you'll be fine. It's only a couple of days." Mitch ran his fingers through the blonde mess of hair on Scott's head.
"But you're leaving your significant other for some fashion show exhibition or interview thing in Paris. Or whatever else you're going to. How am I supposed to survive?"
"Scott, you know this is important for me. You said you didn't mind."
"I know. I'm sorry." Scott detached himself from Mitch's petite frame and left for the kitchen. "Didn't want to seem clingy, sorry."
Mitch noticed the whole demeanour change and hugged Scott from behind, kissing in between his shoulder blades through the thin fabric of Scott's 'On The Run' tour Beyoncé tank top.
"I'll be home before you even know it, love. You'll hang out with Alex or Jake. Or go out with Megg. We can Skype or FaceTime."
"It's just we haven't been apart for so long."
"I get it. I'm gonna miss you too, but it's gonna fly. And I'll be back in your arms before you even realize."
"But what if you meet some cute, Parisian dude in a stripy shirt on a bicycle. And you'll forget about me and date him."
"Scottland, do you even hear yourself right now? You're the only one that I want, the only one I could ever think of. So don't make up these scenarios because they're not true." Mitch reassured his tall boyfriend.
"Okay. Let's cuddle?" Scott offered.
"Thought you'd never ask."
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"Have you got everything, Mitchie?" Scott asked as Mitch grabbed ahold of his suitcase.
"Pretty sure I do."
"Gosh, I'm gonna miss your cute, little ass."
"Right back at you, mister sexy model."
Scott chuckled and wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist, pulling him close.
"Imma miss kissing these lips." Scott mumbled as he inched closer to Mitch's lips.
"Three days and I'm back, okay?" Mitch spoke softly.
"Mhmmm." Scott murmured as he pressed his lips against Mitch's in a soft kiss.
The woman through the intercom announced Mitch's flight and they pulled apart.
"That's me, Scotty. I gotta go. I love you."
"I love you too. Have fun."
Scott watched as his petite boyfriend walked away to the boarding gate and the suitcase rattling behind him and made sure to take a sneak peak of Mitch's ass as the smaller boy walked away.
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Mitch laid in his bed in the fancy hotel room, his eyes half closed but he still looked through the balcony window at the Paris landscape.
His phone buzzed but he decided to ignore it. His eyes closed, but quickly snapped open when he realized he still had to shower.
The small brunette boy ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower, scrubbing clean. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He took out a pair of black boxers from his suitcase and pulled them on after getting rid of the towel.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached for his phone. He slid his finger across the screen and typed in his passcode, which happened to be the date that he and Scott got together. Cheesy, he knew that.
Noodle Boy(friend): I miss your kisses
Noodle Boy(friend): I miss you hugs
Noodle Boy(friend): I miss your voice
Noodle Boy(friend): I miss playing with your hair
Noodle Boy(friend): I miss tickling you
Noodle Boy(friend): I miss putting my hands on your waist and hugging you from behind
Noodle Boy(friend): I miss you💕💕
Mitch quickly threw on some clothes and closed his suitcase, opening the door of his hotel room.
He furiously typed into his phone as he made his way down to the lobby in the elevator.
Sassy Grassi: give me a few hours and I'm back in your arms. Cutting this trip short😘 I miss you too
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