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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year

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Blue Moon Boy | Scotty Moore x Reader

Your boyfriend Scotty gets nervous before a show. Luckily, you're there to help him ❤️ (requested by my bestie Shawni! @austin-butlers-gf)

a/n: Happy BMB Sunday! Thank you so much for the request Shawni!!! This was so so so much fun to write, and I can't wait to write more for our beloved Scotty 🫶 I do have plenty more WIPs that I'm working on, and I hope to have those out sooner rather than later for y'all. And my requests are open if y'all want to send anything in! ☺️

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: slight description of an anxiety attack, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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You absentmindedly hummed along to the jaunty country song some boy was singing on the stage, your attention more focused on the closed dressing room door next to you rather than the current performance. The people you were actually here to see — Elvis and his Blue Moon Boys: Bill and your boyfriend, Scotty — were up next, and you had promised to let them know when it was almost time. It was only their second time performing for this big a crowd, and you knew they wanted to make a good impression on the audience.

You glanced around the empty hallway, eyes lingering for a moment on the clock hanging on the wall opposite you: only ten more minutes until they were up, what was taking so long? Normally Elvis’s nerves were calmed by now, were his parents and Dixie not enough? Did you need to squeeze into the already cramped dressing room, too? Not that you would have hesitated if they needed help, but—

Your thoughts are abruptly cut off as the door next to you opens and Bill peeks out, his brown eyes filled with worry.

“Hey, Y/N? You’d better get in here.”

Your stomach sinks as you slink into the tiny dressing room — more of a closet, really — and catch sight of your boyfriend sitting near the dingy mirror. At first glance it doesn’t appear anything is wrong, but then you catch the way his fingers are rapidly tapping against the edge of his guitar, the furrow of his brow, the slightest frown on his face, and you know his nerves have gotten the better of him tonight.

You catch Bill’s eye and give him a nod. With everyone else fussing over Elvis, and Scotty being very good at hiding his nerves when he needs to, it makes sense that no one but Bill would have noticed his anxiety.

Slowly, you kneel down in front of your boyfriend, his soft blue eyes taking a moment longer than usual to focus on you.

“Scotty? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You say softly, reaching to squeeze his hand gently, just enough pressure to get him to focus on you instead of his nerves.

He squeezes back, signaling that he hears you, though it takes another moment before he replies in a soft, shaky voice, “‘S just… I didn’t exactly realize how big that crowd was out there.” He meets your gaze, and you can see how truly worried he is, “What if I mess up?”

“Oh, honey,” you say, trying to figure out what to say. When Scotty gets like this, reassuring him can help, but sometimes what he really needs is a distraction.

Your mind scrambles, and you go for a mix of both: “Scotty, you know these songs like the back of your hand. And you know how I know that?”

Scotty remains quiet, waiting for you to continue, but he seems to have relaxed the tiniest bit.

“I know that because I’ve seen it. You’ve been playing these songs for me for months, I’m pretty sure even I could play ‘em for you by now,” you tease, and your heart lifts as the corners of his mouth lift into a slight smile. “Winnie,” your voice softens as you use the pet name, one that he only tolerates from you and his mama, “You’ve got this, honey. And if you need someone to stare at, I’ll be right there in the front row. Just pretend it’s you and me, back in the kitchen, gettin’ in my way while I’m trying to make dinner.”

The last of Scotty’s anxiety falls away as he laughs, no doubt picturing the fairly common scene in your little house: him doing his best to corner you in the kitchen as he serenades you with his guitar, while you playfully do your best to evade him and avoid burning dinner at the same time.

He dips down to press a kiss to your joined hands, letting out a breath as his shoulders finally relax.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbles. You can tell he’s grateful, but slightly embarrassed at his nerves getting the better of him.

“Always, honey,” you whisper back with a smile, “You ready to go?”

He nods, quickly glancing in the mirror to smooth back his hair one last time.

“Good, because you’ve got—” you glance down at the small gold watch on your wrist “— about five minutes ‘til you boys have to be onstage.”

You can’t help but let out a giggle as the three of them scramble, doing last-minute once-overs of their instruments, suits, hair, and anything else they can think of. Elvis’s parents, you, and Dixie wish them all luck as they head down the hall to wait in the wings, Elvis and Bill giving you grateful nods, and Scotty dipping down to capture your lips for a good luck kiss before they disappear behind the curtain.

You settle onto one of the benches in the front row, squeezed between Dixie and some girl excitedly chattering with her friend on her other side. The room fills with polite applause as “Elvis Presley and the Blue Moon Boys” are announced, and they take their places on the stage, Elvis’s legs and fingers already wiggling with nervous energy. But your focus isn’t on him.

It’s on Scotty, whose eyes found yours the second they took the stage and, even as excited shrieks began to fill the air at Elvis’s wiggling, didn't break eye contact for the whole set.

The sweet girls next to you might be losing their minds over Elvis, but your boy’s up there with his guitar like he was born for it, and you couldn’t be prouder.

You race into his arms the second you’re all backstage. “Scotty, honey, you were amazing!” You fling your arms around his neck, giggling as he sweeps you off your feet into a twirl, feeling the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles. You meet his eyes as he sets you gently back down, his expression as soft as you’ve ever seen it.

“I couldn't have done it without you, sweetheart.”

You blush, ready to brush off his praise like you usually do, but he continues, “No, I’m serious. You got me out on that stage tonight. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but…” He sighs, unable to find the words and instead settles for a soft, gentle, sincere, “Thank you.”

“Always, honey,” you murmur in reply, leaning up onto your tiptoes to pull him in for a kiss.

After a few moments, the two of you pull away as Bill loudly announces, “Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough!”

Elvis steps away from Dixie’s side for a moment to clap Bill on the back with a laugh, “Aw, Bill, don’t worry. Someday you’ll have a girl and then you’ll understand.”

“Sure, E,” Bill laughs dismissively, “Anyone hungry? There’s a diner next door that has pie and very pretty waitresses.” He adds, waggling his brows.After plenty of teasing, your little group is tucked into a corner booth at the diner, with milkshakes and pie for everyone. Taking in the playful chatter, Scotty and Elvis teasing Bill as he tries to flirt with a pretty blonde waitress, the sweet smells of vanilla and strawberry, and the indescribably safe feeling you have being tucked into Scotty’s side, your head resting on his shoulder, you sigh contentedly, and a single thought runs through your head: there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Rescuing Riley from Victoria | Twilight HC

Rescuing Riley from Victoria would involve:

You were either part of the Cullen family or a friend who was asked to assist in the battle against the newborns. With your ability, you’re able to mask yourself as though you are basically invisible to anyone around you. While it may not be the best ability, it is perfect for spying.

Because of this, the Cullens sent you to Seattle to search and report of the possible newborn army—hoping to have eyes on them to know what they were planning. It was here you first saw the face behind the name of missing person taking up bulletins all over Forks.

To say he caught your attention would be an understatement. The moment your eyes landed on him—during his one of many bell outs at the chaotic vamps—there was an instant pull toward him. Being a vampire for as long as you were, and watching fellow friends find the person they called ‘mate’, it wasn’t hard to guess what this attraction to Riley meant for you.

The problem was he was planning to destroy the Cullens, but something in your gut told you he wasn’t acting on his own. This suspicion led you to the hideout where he would meet Victoria—both oblivious to the fact you were there—giving you all the information needed to inform the Cullens who was behind the army.

Now you had to come up with a way to convince the Cullens to spare Riley for your sake. Luckily Edward and Alice were able to confirm what Riley meant to you, but Edward was hesitant to let him live. And with that….you two nearly got into a physical fight.

“He is a danger to Bella and all of us, Y/n!” “So you expect me to let you destroy my only chance at happiness all while have me protect the reason for yours?!”

With the support of the rest of the Cullens, you made it your mission to save Riley. You had to play it right because regardless the army had to be destroyed. So you planned, and planned, and planned. Thankfully by the time of the battle you came up with something to remove Riley from the situation, but then you realized he wasn’t with the rest of the army.

Speeding to the mountain, you made it in a nick of time. The second you made your presence known there was a reaction from Riley, who tilted his head in confusion over the sudden feeling that washed over him. Victoria grew furious—knowing exactly what it meant—and tried to manipulate him.

“Whatever your feeling, Riley, It’s your mind playing tricks on you.” “The only one who’s doing tricks is you, you red-headed bitch.”

At some point you manage to get Riley by himself while Edward was occupied with Victoria. Here you do your best to convince him—all the while you deflect any attack he tries sending your way. “You have to believe me, Riley. What you feel is the true feeling of the mate bond—she lied to you.”

Riley of course wants to deny, but the more he looks at you the feeling grows stronger. Eventually he realizes why Victoria had acted so strange at the mention of James, and why she was so defensive when Riley suggested she was lying.

When Victoria finally meets her end, you approach him cautiously. “I know this is a lot,” you tell him with a small smile, “but all I ask is for you to trust me.” With that, you extend your hand—a small gesture but enough to speak a thousand words.

And you’d be lying if sparks didn’t fill you when his hand took yours.

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apocalypseornaw · 7 months

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Meant to Be (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Taking a breather at Bobby's house calms your nerves but makes Dean start to consider how his own feelings for you are beginning to change

@lacilou s idea I ran with

Bobby is alive in this and there's a lot of cursing

You knew your way around Bobby's kitchen probably better than he did. The counter was lined with different herbs for the arache antidote you were making for Xavier along with the dreamwalking serum for Alyson and you were cooking some breakfast in the meantime and had coffee brewing.

You'd gotten up before the rest of the occupants of the house, summoned by the fed line ringing damn near off the wall and hadn't been able to fall back asleep after that. Back to back calls had come in so you were doing the brewing while Bobby did some research. You'd sent Sam and Dean to town after some breakfast ingredients.

You were listening to the Playlist you had blasting while you poured the now cooled antidote into vials. You probably wouldn't have heard Sam come into the kitchen behind you had it not been for the loose board he always seemed to forget about. "I haven't seen you in this good of a mood in weeks" he spoke and you spun around with a grin "Samuel! Did you get my vanilla?" He held up the bag "Of course"

You took the bag and went to work finishing the croissants Bobby had asked for before slapping them in the oven. You nodded to yourself "Dreamwalking serum will be done in ten, croissants should be done around that time too and I need to put on another pot of coffee" you could feel Sam's presence behind you and part of you didn't want to acknowledge it but the other part knew he wasn't going to go away "I'm fine Sam, really"

Hs stepped up closer to you and touched your shoulder gently "Are you sure?" Before you had to respond "You shook me all night long" came on so you turned towards him with a wide grin "Oh no" he muttered and tried to escape but you grabbed him before he could "Oh yes"

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Dean heard your laughter as soon as he stepped in the house. He cut his eyes at Bobby who was sitting at his desk reading over a large book "She's cooking and has music. Next to killing monsters, that's her favorite place"

He laughed as he headed towards the kitchen. When he got closer he could hear Sam's voice and when he made it to the doorway of the kitchen he hadn't expected to find you and Sam dancing to AC/DC.

He leaned against the doorway silently for a moment. He'd never seen you dance too much, you always shied away when anyone asked you at a bar. The way you and Sam moved with each other looked almost choreographed, if he didn't know better he would've pinned you two as having been lovers at some point in time.

Friends didn't know each other as well as you and Sam did and they damn sure couldn't move in step together like that. He felt a small flicker of what he had to admit was jealousy, he'd never gotten to see you like this. You were relaxed around him yeah. Hell you'd known each other for plenty long enough but there was still pieces of you he'd only get to see slivers of from watching your interactions with Sam.

He had been finding himself craving move of those slivers and disappointed when the only thing he got in turn was you pulling away from him even more. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? He couldn't think further because Sam went to spin you and both of you caught sight of him. The squeal that had fallen from your lips was nothing short of adorable, you turned to bury your face in Sam's chest "I didn't realize there was an audience!"

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You could feel the fact that your entire face was warm. Why hadn't you paid better attention? Dammit now Dean knew the truth when you'd turned him down or any other man citing you couldn't dance.

The truth was Jess had roped you and Sam into classes that she always conveniently scheduled for when she knew you'd be in town. You had always deep down assumed it was her preparing for hers and Sam's wedding. It had seemed a given at the time that they'd marry and have lots of little gorgeous, smart babies.

"Didn't realize there was an audience" you muttered hiding in Sam's chest, trying to smoothe your hair down some and suddenly feeling self conscious over your old jeans and t-shirt. "Don't mind me sweetheart. I was just admiring the fact that I've been cheated out of quite a few dances by believing the lie that you couldn't dance"

You were saved by the timer going off on the oven. You stepped away from Sam and grabbed the oven mitt to retrieve the pan out. You glanced back at Dean "Tell Bobby the croissants are ready please? I've got to bottle the serum"

Dean motioned to Sam "Sammy go let Bobby know they're out how about it? I'll help Y/N with the serum" Sam cut his eyes at you so you gave the barest of nods. If you made a deal out of Dean helping you he'd want to know why and you didn't want to have to deal with those questions.

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You heard Sam walk out so you glanced back at Dean "Wanna grab the corks out of the drawer next to the sink?" He nodded and moved to grab them while you started placing bottles across the table. You felt him move before the heat from his body being close hit your back "Here sweetheart"

You turned to grab them but ran into his chest "Shit" you muttered and he half grinned "Sorry Y/N" you blinked a few times trying to make sure you thought before speaking considering he'd grabbed your hips to steady you and was still holding onto them "I need the funnel out of the sink" he nodded slowly "I'll grab it"

He stepped away from you and you turned back to the bottles, trying to convince your hands to stop shaking from such an innocent touch. You needed to get a grip on your feelings for Dean, he didn't feel the same about you and never would. You took a deep breath at the same time he tapped your shoulder "Funnel" you took it and nodded towards the stove "Hand me that red pot"

He handed it to you and the two of you worked in silence for the next few minutes, you filling the bottles and him coming behind him to cork them. About the time the last cork went into the last bottle Bobby walked in with Sam in tow "You've been busy ain't ya Y/N" you nodded "I like using my hands" Sam raised an eyebrow at you and you felt your cheeks warm. "Bite me Sam" you threw at him and he started laughing.

Bobby's house was a safe haven from hunting, from seeing Dean with women hanging off of him but as with every safe haven it had to come to an end. You probably would've stayed with Bobby had it not been for the fact that the Banes twins needed backup. You were close with both Alicia and Max.

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You were sitting in the backseat of the impala, regretting leaving your car at Bobby's. "You good sweetheart?" Dean asked so you looked up at him in the rearview mirror "I miss my damn car" he grabbed his chest "Ouch sweetheart, I'm offended for baby"

You shrugged "You know I love the impala but it's easier on me and Sam to have a second car when we get ditched" he looked from you to Sam "Oh cmon I don't do that all the time" you and Sam shared a loaded look before Sam said "Yeah you do. Last town me and Y/N went to a double feature so we didn't have to listen to it"

Dean cut his eyes back up at you "listen to it?" You turned to look out the window refusing to meet his eyes even as Sam said "Yeah" "Look I'm sorry, both of you" "It's fine" you answered a little too quickly. Maybe you should stick with Alicia and Max for a while? Just to get this whatever this was out of your system.

As if he could read your mind Sam looked back at you and mouthed "No its not" "Please" You mouthed and he looked a mixture of pissed and defeated before nodding. Either Dean missed your interaction or chose to ignore it. If he was as clueless at hunting as he was at your feelings for him he would've been long dead. You finally let out a breath then said "I'm going to sleep. Wake me when we get to Washington"

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Dean watched you lay down then glanced towards Sam who had his nose buried in his phone. The two of you seemed to be getting even closer than before. Were you sleeping with Sam?

The thought of that made his head hurt. Yeah he'd seen you go off with men from bars, you had a few exes that were hunters but since you started hanging with him and Sam you hadn't really went home with any guy or given any guy attention.

His fingers dug into the steering wheel harder than he'd meant for them too. He realized the idea of you with Sam or any other man didn't set right with him. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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what about xavier thorpe x reader adult au. When they have kids and the kids go to nevermore for the first time. I'm just dying for family fluff

A/n: In the instance that I forget to mention any, if not all, of them. Yours and Xavier’s Children’s names: Skylar, Samuel and Katherine Thorpe.

“Dad, is Nevermore scary?” Skylar, your youngest, asked as Xavier drove through Nevermore’s iron gates. God did it felt almost a lifetime ago that your parents were driving you through those gates as a teenager, scared out of your wits at your newfound abilities that weren’t there before; Needless to say you understood where Skylar was coming from because you were Skylar once. “What? No! Nevermore’s not scary Sky. It may look it on the outside but I promise you the moment you step through those doors your perspective on the school will change,” Xavier then snapped his fingers, “just like that,” he then quickly cast his gaze towards you before looking back at the road, “I’m sure your mother will attest to that statement.”

“You guys went to the same school!” Katherine, second eldest, gasped as she looked up from her phone for the first time throughout the entire ride to look between you and Xavier within the rear view mirror. “Yes, Nevermore is where I first met your dad. However he was dating your auntie, Bianca Barclay at the time.” You had told her and Samuel this story before but advanced technology seemed to have fried their brain and rot away the memory for them; Again you couldn’t hold this against them as everyone back when you and Xavier were students were just as chronically online as children of today were.

“And Skylar,” you called softly to your youngest, sliding your hand through the gap between your seats to grasp his, squeezing it reassuringly, “your father is right. Nevermore may look scary at first but once you find your rhythm you’ll soon realise that it’s just like any other school.” You intentionally skipped a few things during your stint as a student that you were certain Xavier was more then happy that you did. What happened during your stint as students between Thornhill, Tyler being the man behind the monster killing people, Principle Weems’ death, Joseph Crackstone’s resurrection and Wednesday’s weirdo stalker during second semester; none of which were exactly something either of you wanted any of your children finding out about. Ever.

Once you and Xavier had graduated from Nevermore and the day you became pregnant with your firstborn son, Samuel James Thorpe, you both swore to never speak about the horrors lurking within Nevermore’s corridors unless approached first. All of your children bore striking resemblances of both of you, in equal parts personality traits as opposed to physical ones so you wouldn’t be all that taken aback if any of them quickly caught onto Nevermore and -by extension- Jericho’s true nature. “Are Primrose and Dalia going to be there?” Skylar asked which peaked both Samuel and Katherine’s interest. Primrose and Dalia Addams were the children of Enid and Wednesday Addams, adopted but they were very much alike their mothers in every way possible.

Primrose, a girl with shoulder blonde hair and bright, optimistic eyes and an all encompassing love of everything bubblegum pop and boy groups, was the spitting image of Enid in her youth while as Dalia, a girl with the deception of a black cloud with her dark raven hair that fell way below her shoulders and beady brown eyes that many have claimed to see the devil within alongside with her penchant for guillotines and torture weapons, was the spitting image of Wednesday in hers. You, Xavier, Enid and a begrudging Wednesday would always set up play dates for your children whenever you could possible; All in the hopes of building a tight knitted friendship between all of them in the instances that they had each other the rely on should Nevermore proved in becoming too much for any of them.

Thankfully with enough time, Skylar, Katherine, Samuel, Dalia and Primrose became as thick as thieves by the age of eleven. You and Xavier loved Primrose and Dalia as though they were your own and found your children’s constant need to see them heartwarming. “Of course they are champ,” Xavier assured, looking at his little buddy through the rear view mirror, “and they’re pretty excited in hearing that you three were also attending Nevermore that they demanded to come to Nevermore also.” The excitement upon Skylar, Katherine’s and Samuel’s faces never failed to melt either you nor Xavier’s heart as you both shared a smile as you heard the children chattering to each other. You moved back into a more comfortable position within the passengers seat when Xavier’s hand moved to take ahold of your thigh.

“You alright there sweetheart?” He asked lowly and when you looked at him confused Xavier continued, “your brows furrowed and your bitting down on the skin of your bottom lip, you only do that when your nervous.” He squeezes your thigh, “you can tell me anything you know. We’re a team remember and a team doesn’t leave it’s never a member in the dark.” Of course you remember, you made that vow on your wedding day after all. “I’m just scared for our children but it’s probably just me trying to find an excuse to frighten myself.” You told him, making sure your voice didn’t cross a certain barrier whilst your children were still preoccupied by being children; You didn’t want Nevermore to take that away from them should something sinister occur once more.

“Hey, there’s no need for you to be putting yourself into question.” Xavier scolded, he hated whenever you doubted yourself or put yourself down for what you were feeling, as though you perceived yourself as a lesser being who shouldn’t be aloud to openly express the vast array of emotions within. “your valid in feeling that way, hell I’m frightened myself because what we’ve been through during our school career hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park for our mental health.” You placed your hand atop of Xavier’s and squeezed it as you smiled at him softly. “I love you, did you know that?” Xavier looks away, a little flustered before bringing your hand up to his lips, where he pressed a kiss to your skin. “You remind me from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.”

He admitted, smiling softly to himself as he recounted how often he’d find himself awaking to you staring at him as though he was a mosaic masterpiece. Prepping his jawline and neck in kisses whenever he got insecure or how you’d leave little reminders of why you loved and adored him on post it notes; even going as far as to include a crude stick figure drawing of the whole family in some cases that never failed to make him smile so wide his dimples popped out. Xavier kept those reminders in a shoebox he tucked underneath the clothes of his side of the wardrobe so that whenever he felt shitty, he could always revert to them in lifting his spirits because at the end of the day he couldn’t be more grateful in having you as his life partner. You saved him on multiple occasions and now he was given them golden opportunity to save you and he wasn’t about to leave you to drown in your thoughts.

Just as you were about to reply, Skylar pushed his head between the front seats and pointed up ahead, a smile stretched so wide across his face that his dimples popped out, “WE’RE HERE!” He cried as he, Katherine and Samuel scrambled to unbuckle themselves from their seats as you looked to find that you had pulling up into the driveway of Nevermore Academy. “Alright, alright you little monsters don’t look too excited, will you.” Xavier said sarcastically as they got out the car and made their way to the boot, impatiently calling out to both of you.

Xavier groaned playfully as he fully committed to the bit of a begrudging father by slowly removing his seatbelt; smirking at Skylar, Samuel and Katherine’s groans of annoyance as you smacked his shoulder, biting back your own laughter. “Pack it in before they decided to use your art studio as their play area as revenge.” You snickered when his eyes became wide with fear at the prospect of his beloved art studio being turned into a war zone by three gremlins that he calls his beloved children. “I’m coming kids!” Xavier calls as he opened his door and bolted to opening the boot for Samuel, Katherine and Skylar.

“How chivalrous.” You mused as you unbuckled yourself and got out of the car to join by Xavier’s side to press a kiss against each of their foreheads. “Now be on your best behaviours, don’t do anything that we wouldn’t do and most importantly,” you paused for suspense as your children waited on baited breath for your final request as a smile broke out on your lips, “don’t leave them hanging, the suspense is killing them!” Xavier nudged you by the shoulder.

“Are you sure it’s them that the suspense is killing?”

“Y/n!”

“Alright!” You chuckled before looking at your children, “most importantly we want you to enjoy yourselves. Now, one big hug for the road?” You asked as you and Xavier both opened up your arms for Samuel, Skylar and Katherine to run into them as you all squeezed your goodbyes into each other, sharing a few more forehead kisses before having to force yourselves into letting each other go as you and Xavier watched as your children scamper up the staircase to the entrance hall with their bags, though not before turning one final time to wave you both goodbye.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 7 months

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And rooting itself in final place as number ten of the 🐉Wings of Fire aus names lists are...

The 🌲LeafWings🍂!

The X-Men Members:

• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: Xanthium

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: Oleander

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: Walnut

• Scott Summers/Cyclops: Sumac

• Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix: Juniper

• Hank McCoy/Beast: Hawthorn

• Anne-Marie/Rogue: Mahogany

• Remy LeBeau/Gambit: Redwood

• Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat: Pecan

• Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler: Nightshade

• Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: Lily

• Evan Daniels/Spyke: Spruce

• Bobby Drake/Iceman: Mandrake

• Piotr Rasputin/Colossus: Columbine

• Illyana Rasputin/Magik: Iris

• Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane: Wolfsbane

• Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball: Calla

• Roberto da Costa/Sunspot: Sundew

• Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage: Mistletoe

• Laura Kinney/Wolverine 2.0: Laurel

•Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom: Tansy

The Brotherhood:

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: Magnolia

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: Holly

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: Cedar

• Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: Poplar

• Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: Willow

• Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolansky/Toad: Sycamore

• Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob: Bloodroot

• Lance Alvers/Avalanche: Larkspur

• St. John Allerdyce/Pyro: Pine

(I believe this has grown its' way to the end... but we have one more bud to bloom before this is over, and it is the...)

• Reader/Bby: Ginkgo, Oak, Banyan, Maple, Beech, Palm, Elm, Chestnut, Birch, Hickory, Eucalyptus, Yew, Fir, Ivy, Sumac, Snakeroot, Hellebore, Foxglove, Crocus, Saffron, Poinsettia, Snowdrop, Hyacinth, Azalea...

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poisonivysparks · 5 years

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A Family of Our Own {Charles Xavier X Reader}

I sighed a bit, just lying in bed with my nightgown on. I laid on my side, just looking out the window, which was only slightly open. The soft breeze blew the curtains ever so slightly, and it was calming, in a way, though I felt something that I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager. It slightly scared me, and I didn’t want to talk to Charles about it. It was weird, being surrounded by so many children and teenagers, yet not having any of your own. I wished that I had my own, though I was sure it wouldn’t be very easy, especially with Charles. It was an overwhelming feeling of want that I hadn’t really felt before now. I was almost 35, and I was starting to get older, so I knew it would be hard. It was terrifying, in a sense.

It was a dream that brought these feelings on, a vivid dream, with Charles and I having our own daughter. She had been about 2 years old, and the look of pride on my husbands face made me proud too. I had woken up crying in the middle of the night.

The bed moved slightly and then stopped, and a whirring was heard. “Y/n, are you alright?” Charles asked, moving into my line of sight, opening the curtains, the light shining on my face. I groaned and hid my face.

“I’m fine, Charles, just hungry,” I lied, though I was quite hungry. He nodded, however, I wasn’t sure if he believed it or not. I got up and kissed his cheek before changing my clothes quickly, just wearing a little yellow sundress, and a cardigan over it. “So let’s go get breakfast,” I told him, just smiling and covering up the longing I felt for a child of my own, with Charles.

“Yes, let’s.” He smiled back at me, and we started walking, but my own smile faltered just a bit as I watched everybody go by, all of the children, what I wanted for myself. “Did you sleep well last night?” Charles asked me, his blue eyes shining as he watched me.

I thought about it for a second before answering, “I slept all right, not spectacularly good or bad, but it was definitely better with you there, it’s always better.” I smiled as we went to go eat, and we got there quite easily, everybody saying good morning to us and calling us Professor Xavier and Miss Y/n.

We ate, and during that, I stared off into space, not really paying attention to anything Charles or hank was saying. I was stuck in my own head, thinking of having children, if it could happen, and if it did, I wanted it. I wanted it so bad that I would have given up anything for them, to have a child of my own, held in my arms, this tiny perfect mix of me and Charles, my husband and I.

It pained me to know that if it did happen, it wouldn’t be easy. I would have to be pregnant, which scared me in itself, and then I’d have to birth them and take care of them, and though it scared me immensely, I wanted it more than it scared me.

I heard Hank talking to Charles next to me “Is she okay?” He asked, obviously talking about me. Hank and Charles both knew me well enough that something was wrong. I was not a very quiet person.

Charles sighed, “She has been like this since we woke up,” He informed Hank.

“I’m fine, you guys,” I insisted, covering up my face since a few tears had escaped because of my emotions and longing. “I just had a weird dream last night,” I explained briefly.

Charles nodded, and Hank did too, in understanding. Charles looked at me, obviously kind of skeptical, as if I wasn’t telling him as much as I needed to, and I wasn’t. “What happened during your dream?” he asked, knowing that nobody would really overhear if it was anything bad.

I sighed a bit and just looked at him, closing my eyes a bit, and then opening them again. “Charles, I-I don't want to tell you, just-just, please, read my mind.” I gave him permission, and he placed his index and his middle fingers on my temple, and I let him read all that had gone through my head. There had been a lot going on, so it took him a few seconds, but he opened his eyes afterward.

“Wow,” He breathed out for a second, and his mind still seemed to be processing. “I’m sure we can do that,” He said, and I blushed a bit. “We still have some of the serum, we could use that.” Charles looked hopeful, and with the look on his face, I did too.

“Hank, can you help us with this, please?” I asked, pretty much begging my friend to help us, though he didn’t know what was going on at that time.

He looked confused “With what? What are you planning?” He asked, and I was about to answer it, but Charles beat me to it.

“A child,” Charles smiled, and he seemed happy about it, and that just made me feel a lot better about it. I thought I had been being selfish for wanting a child, but I wasn’t.

Hank looked a bit shocked at that. “A child?” He asked.

I nodded “yes, a child, I-I would love a child,” I said, and just kind of smiled widely. “My dream was about that, me and Charles having one, and I felt so happy. I know it could be hard with our age and other things, but I, I’m willing to go through all of that,” I told him, holding Charles’ hand.

Charles just smiled and kissed my cheek. “So could you help us?” he asked Hank, who nodded in return, a smile on both of their faces.

“I can help, but how do we want to go about doing this?” Hank asked, and I thought, not sure how it would happen. Charles and Hank conversed a bit, and I figured I didn’t really know how it was going to be done, but I was willing to do anything for a child at that point. I longed for it, my heart ached because I didn’t have it.

It was a few minutes before they seemed to decide on something and stopped talking. “So what are we going to do?” I asked them, having finished my breakfast. “And how quick can we do it?” I was eager and that was obvious.

Charles chuckled, “We could do it anytime, we would just have to make sure that nobody needs us, and we have classes today,” He pointed out.

I smiled and laughed, “Yes, I suppose you’re right, we can just wait until tonight.” I kissed his cheek before standing up and dusting off my dress. “Speaking of class, I should go get ready for mine, I do have the younger ones all day today,” I told him, and he nodded in understanding.

Throughout the day, I became more focused, mostly just wanting to get through it so that we could put our plan into place. It would most likely take multiple tries, but I was determined, no matter how many tries it took.

I was walking to dinner when I saw him. I gasped and ran over to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. “Charles, you-you’re walking, I, wow,” I said, just amazed that he could walk again, it was just like how he was in 1973.

He nodded and chuckled a bit. “Yes, I know, that was our plan, was it not?” He asked, and I just giggled, insanely happy about everything that was going to happen, or I hoped would happen.

“Yes, it was, and everybody seems to be in awe that you’re walking, it’s just, wow.” There was a big smile on my face as everybody stared at us. “Should We go to dinner or do… other things?” I asked, brushing his hair back quickly, just happy, as my face was lit up in a blush.

Charles chuckled at my embarrassment,. “We should go get dinner quickly before we do anything.” He suggested and I nodded.

“Yes, that would most likely be best.” I giggled.

Nine months later, we had a baby boy. He wasn’t much of a crier, though all babies do cry. We named him Samuel Xavier. He smiled whenever he saw me or Charles. Charles was gentle with the tiny child and loved him very much.

As the child grew up, things began to get a bit scary. Whenever he got remotely angry or sad, something in the house would explode. It scared us, but Sam was a calm child at most times. Charles was a big help in that aspect. He calmed Sam down and made sure that everything was okay and safe. I tried to help as much as I could, but sometimes Charles was the thing that our son needed most. We were a little family of our own.

Hank was, of course, an uncle to Sam, entertaining him when we were busy teaching, and letting the child learn with some of the safer chemicals, teaching him things about chemistry before he even needed to know about them.

Sam grew up before everybody’s eyes, becoming a mutant that would prove to be dangerous, but also kind and contained. He completed our family.

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nikky-the-writer · 7 years

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Eden

Donald Pierce x Reader

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Summary: You were sent to bring children from the Transigen to Eden, but they weren’t alone

It's been five years since your mother died. Your parents were great people, they created Eden with other powerful mutants to give a safe place for mutants to live. Your mother was Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina also known as Magik, she was the sorceress supreme and your father was Remy LeBeau, the Gambit. As your mother died it became your responsibility to take care of Eden. There were no older mutants, they died in the last attack. After the attack, you relocated the Eden in another dimension.

With the position that you took over as a sorcerer supreme, you had to make safe passages for mutants from all around the world. But at least you weren't alone, just before your father died seven years ago you met Pamela Douglas, Liana Fisher and Samuel Zachery Guthrie also known as Sundragon, Mortar, and Cannonball. They would take care of everything in Eden, giving you time to meet and help every mutant that comes to settle. Eden wasn't a special place, heaven or something like that. It was an isolated property with a house four times bigger than Xavier's school, which you visited two times when you were a kid. There are not many mutants in Eden, the exact number would be 178 people, of which around 70 percent is children and five percent are all across the world searching for survived mutants.

It's been a year since a new mutant was brought here. The thought that these 178 people were only mutants that were still alive made you angry. You couldn't search for mutants because there was nobody with tracking mutations, but there was one with telepathy. She was still just a child barely fourteen years old. Her parents were murdered in front of her and if Liana came just a minute later, so would be the girl too.

˝Y/N, are you going to try today? ˝ Liana sat across from you chewing pizza.

˝I don't know. ˝You shrugged with your shoulders, looking at your plate.

˝You should. ˝Sam said, putting his arm around you.

˝Sammy, the last time when I tried it the whole house was left without the electricity. ˝ You had a few more abilities being a sorcerer you could open the gates to everywhere just as to the world of dead.

˝I know that's been hard for you. But it... ˝ Sam squeezed your shoulder, smiling at you.

˝But I can't. ˝ You were playing with your fingers when you heard Pamela's voice.

˝She decided to go out without us. ˝ Pamela sat next to you, not caring about your previous conversation.

˝What? ˝ Liana and Sam asked in unison.

˝You can't go with me anymore, it was dangerous to put mutants to guard the passage. Also, the last time when we went through we lost three of our brothers. I can't lose you three, I can't lose anyone else. ˝ You said looking at your friends.

˝Why would you leave now? ˝ Laiana asked, moving her gray strand from here eyes.

˝I was asked to, by my old friend. ˝ You smiled sadly at the memories you shared with said person.

˝Did you... God, you are stupid Y/N/N.. ˝Pamela was saying giving you her death stare.

˝He needs help. ˝

˝He is dead. You can't trust dead. ˝ Pamela was more familiar with your powers than others because her powers were also as someone would say mystical as yours.

˝You can speak to dead? ˝ The blond man asked and you slowly nodded avoiding his gaze.

˝You lied? ˝Liana asked, leaning closer to you.

˝If I've told you what I was doing you would tell me I'm crazy. I succeeded in opening the gates to the world of the dead, but everything went wrong when I asked my mother to come back. ˝

˝Can you bring them back? That's amazing... ˝

˝No! ˝ You interrupted Sam. ˝There is no place for the dead among the living. ˝ You stood up when Pamela grabbed your hand.

¨Who was it? ˝

You swallowed the lump in your truth. ˝Charles Xavier. ˝

˝God, no. ˝ Pamela couldn't control her tears. She spent some time at his school and she connected with him. She falls to her knees and you knelt beside her. ˝I'll go, for him. ˝She said through her tears and you hugged her whispering. ˝Alright. ˝

Pamela, Sam and you went through the passage you created. The air was thick and dusty and Pamela starts sneezing.

˝When will they be here? ˝ Pamela asked, sitting on the dirt.

˝Two hours. ˝ You said sitting next to her. Traveling through dimensions was tricky, so you always tend to come earlier.

˝So now we wait? ˝

˝Yes Sam, now we wait. ˝

And you did wait for two hours when you heard a van approaching. The car door opened and a girl around eleven years old stepped out from the driver's seat. She looked angry because Pamela, Sam and you were standing in the middle of the road blocking her way. Silver blades were slowly moving from between her knuckles and you spoke coming closer.

˝Laura, I'm here to help you. ˝ You stepped a little closer and she was still hostile.

˝You're lying! ˝

˝Charles sent me. ˝

Her face softened a little and just a second later the anger came back. Two more kids stepped out and you didn't pay attention to them knowing that they will listen to Laura.

˝Your father knows I'm here. ˝

˝They are dead! ˝ She ran at you and you quickly pulled her hand behind her back holding her tightly. The kids were ready to attack. The sword on your hip glowed a little and the kids stayed back. You let go of Laura kneeling in front of her.

˝Laura. I'm like you. We... ˝ You gestured towards your friends. ˝We are like you. Charles and Logan sent me here. I know that they are dead. I speak with the dead. ˝

˝You're lying. ˝ One boy said and then Pamela created a little energy ball sending it into the air.

˝We were sent here to take you all to Eden. ˝

Laura smiled at your words. She was so exhausted and her friends too. She just wanted to be safe with her friends. With the movements of your fingers the yellow light appeared and in the circle, you could see Eden. Kids came from the van, but they weren't alone.

˝We have company˝ Pamela said, looking at the blond haired man. You moved your eyes towards him and you took a deep breath.

˝Did he kill.. ˝Pamela started saying and Laura nodded. Pamela got mad and she walked past you, grabbing your sword and coming closer to the man. She didn't want to use her powers so that she wouldn't hurt kids because she was really powerful and sometimes her powers were too much to handle. Just as he was ready to cut his head off you apart from another passage grabbing the blade with your bare hand. You know that it wouldn't hurt you it was the Soulsword and you rarely used him, but after your mother passed away you inherit it and you never left Eden without it. The man was shocked, but he couldn't say anything because they taped his mouth.

˝Pam, take the kids. ˝ Pamela did as you said and she and kids except Laura left. Sam came closer to you with Laura.

˝Who is he? ˝ You asked the kid.

˝He tortured us. ˝

You moved the tape from his mouth, studying his face.

˝Why would you do that? ˝ You asked, putting your sword back in the covers.

˝It's my job. ˝ His accent was thick and he stared at you.

˝No, it's not. ˝You stated, turning to Lura. ˝Sweety, go, your friends are waiting for you. ˝

˝Thank you. ˝She said quietly hugging you. You hugged her back and she quickly left to Eden.

˝You are lying. You enjoyed it. ˝

He scoffed at your statement.

˝We should teach him a lesson. ˝Sam spoke from behind you.

˝Are you really gonna listen to your boyfriend? ˝ He rolled his eyes trying to remove the restraints.

˝No, Sammy I have a better idea. ˝ You smirked at the man pushing him through the passage with you and Sam.

˝So, Donald Pierce, you said? Never heard really. ˝ You leaned in your chair looking at the man in front of you. He wasn't restrained you weren't afraid of him. You were both sitting on the balcony that leads to the library. The sun was shining and you smiled seeing Laura and her friends playing in the grass. You stood from the chair approaching him. You gently moved your fingers to his forehead, removing the gauze from his wound.

˝It looks good. I'll remove the stitches in three days. ˝ You said, tossing the gauze and sitting back in front of him.

˝Why am I here? ˝ You stayed silent, staring at the sky. ˝I've been here a week and this is the first time that you are talking to me. ˝

You quickly glanced at him. ˝I'm sorry if that doesn't make you feel spacial Mr. pierce, but you weren't my priority at the time. ˝ You simply said refilling your glass of water.

˝And now I am? ˝

˝Yes. I took care of the kids, making sure that they settle fine and now I'm here for you. ˝

˝Why am I here? ˝He asked again and you smiled.

˝Would you rather be dead 'cause I can arrange that. ˝ You smiled again not breaking the eyes contact.

˝I'm just going to stay here? ˝ He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and he broke the eye contact.

˝There are two options staying here or going to the world of the dead. Your choice. ˝

˝I can't be here. ˝

˝That's your choice Sweety. Be sure that it's what you want. ˝ You smirked at him taking a sip of water.

˝What are you? ˝ He asked, moving closer to the table.

˝A human, like you. ˝ You weren't looking at him, but you could feel his eyes on you. He was a good looking man, but a monster and you hated monsters, but you liked playing games with them.

˝I've never seen someone as powerful like you. ˝

˝Well, probably one of your friends killed them. ˝ You took out your phone, checking your texts. There were some from Laura, so you replayed. She asked you to come to their sleepover and you accepted with a smile on your face.

˝It's just a job you know. ˝

˝But it's not Mr. Pierce, it.. ˝

˝Donald. Please just Donald˝ His blond hair was messy and he kept going through it with his metal fingers.

˝Sorry, but I don't like that name. I mean your parents probably hated you. ˝ He laughed gently and it was the first time you saw something different on his face, something brighter. ˝Who names their kid Donald, it's like they are sentencing you to the life without friends. ˝

˝Very funny. ˝

˝So, Donny. When did you decide to start killing my people? ˝ You said, your smile quickly turned into the serious face as you asked him that.

˝I didn't decide to kill them. It's complicated. ˝

˝Why the arm. The newest fashion? ˝ You teased.

˝I lost my hand so I created another, better one. ˝ He moved his fingers staring at his arm. ˝Now can you tell me about yourself? ˝

˝Sure. I'm a mutant. I don't want to go to the details 'cause you're already judging. ˝You stand up from your chair heading inside. Pierce followed you and grab your forearm.

˝Could you stop treating me like a monster? ˝

You turned around to face him and you glanced at the place he was holding you. He quickly let you go and you stood in silence until he spoke. ˝It was a job. I killed your people, I tortured them, but I didn't enjoy it. I tried not to care, turning them into the possession. Trying to see them as an object. ˝

˝Are you think that you are helping yourself? ˝ You furrowed your brows, taking a step closer to him.

˝No, I just wanted to be honest. There is no way out from here. ˝

You heard his words and you decided to answer his questions from earlier.

˝My name is Y/N LeBeau. My mother was Magik and my father was Gambit. This place is in another dimension where I put it. And there is no way out. ˝

˝What is your mutation? ˝

˝It's complicated. ˝ You sat down on the sofa.

˝Why didn't you get cut with that sword? ˝

˝It's a Soulsword. It's in the position of the ruler of Limbo that would be me, it's powerful and it makes me even more powerful than I am, it would never hurt me. To answer your next question, no, it can't make powerful somebody else than me. The only ruler of Limbo can control it in anybody else's arms it's just an ordinary sword. ˝ You explain to him and he listened carefully. Sitting in front of you.

˝What is that Limbo? ˝

˝It's a magical dimension, where demons live. ˝

˝How can any mutant be that powerful? If you wanted, you could release them on the earth. That's fascinating. ˝ He asked curiously not taking his eyes off you. For the first time during your conversation, he felt comfortable and relaxed.

˝Not really, can you imagine all the demons coming here. You guys wouldn't stand a chance.˝ You smiled slightly leaning your body in the sofa.

˝They wouldn't hurt you. ˝

˝I'm their ruler, Donny. ˝ You smirked at the blue eyed man and you could swear he blushed.

He cleared his throat, looking at the ground.

˝I'll never leave from here? ˝

˝I'm sorry Donny, but no. This is not a bad place. ˝ You put your elbows on your knees glancing at him. You could see that he was distressed.

˝You don't understand. Here are mutants. ˝

˝That's the point of this place˝ You chuckled, looking at the shadow behind him.

˝They will.. ˝

˝Laura! You can't be here. ˝ You said, standing up and Donald stood next to you. Laura's knuckles were bleeding and the rage on her face was showing.

˝He killed them! ˝ Laura was ready to attack when you spoke.

˝Why are you in Eden, Laura? ˝

˝What? ˝ Girl was confused and you came closer to her.

˝Why are you in Eden? Did you come here to be safe with your friends? ˝ The girl nodded and you knelt in front of her. She pulled the blades back in and you smiled, holding here little hands in yours. ˝I know that he hurt you, but he is not a monster, monsters are not real, they can't be killed. He is just a human. He made mistakes, he took away the people you love, but he will never hurt you again. Do you trust me? ˝

Laura nodded, quickly running away from the library.

˝You could've let her do it. ˝

˝No I couldn't˝ You said leaving him behind.

It's been eight months. Donald Pierce was still alive, he was always accompanied by your friend Jim, who could make his own clones. Every day would start the same. After you would check everything on the property, you would head to the balcony, where you would have breakfast with Donald. He was a bad man, but he was highly intelligent and you liked that about him. You two could talk about technology for hours.

˝How did the upgrade go? ˝ You asked, taking a bite of pancake.

˝Better than I expected. ˝Donald laid his metal hand on the table closing his fist. You reached for his hand observing it.

˝It looks good, but still, it doesn't change anything. ˝

˝What do you mean? ˝ You placed your fingers on the cold metal gently tracing patterns.

˝You will never be able to feel with it. ˝

˝I can feel. ˝ He stated and you pulled your hand back.

˝What? Why didn't you tell me? ˝

˝Because I liked the way your fingers were grazing my arm. If I've told you, you would never touch me. ˝ He lowered his head, avoiding your gaze.

˝What? ˝ Your voice was soft and your cheeks were a shade darker.

˝I.. I shouldn't have said that. ˝ Donald got up from his chair heading towards the door. Just as he reached the doorknob you placed your palm on his shoulder. He turned around surprised that you were standing there. You let your hand go lower to his wrist intertwining your fingers with his.

˝Is this wrong? ˝You asked, thinking about the whole situation. You start falling for him after your first honest conversation.

˝I don't think I'm the one who should answer that. ˝ He placed his metal arm on your cheek brushing your lips with his thumb. ˝But it feels right. ˝

He leaned closer, but not all the way in. He waited for you to close the distance, giving you the opportunity to walk away, but you didn't. You closed the distance kissing him slowly on the lips. You had to admit to yourself that the kiss wasn't like what you thought it would be, but it did feel unreal. Donald was first to pull away, leaning his forehead against yours.

˝This is messed up. ˝ You whispered, still catching your breath.

˝I'm sorry. ˝ His lips brushed over yours while he was trying to decide his next step. ˝It would be wrong to do this. ˝

˝I know, but... ˝

˝Baby, no but. You can't be with me, not here. ˝ He holds your waist as you start to pull away from him.

˝Not here? God, is this your way out? Trying to fuck me so that I would let you go. ˝ You wanted to move away, but his grip tightened.

˝No, listen to me. Why would I ever want to go back? Here, I have something that I never had, someone that understands and listens to me and tell me if I'm wrong, someone that loves me. ¨

You looked down at his words. ˝I don't want anything to happen between us 'cause my past. I'm a monster, nothing else. ˝

˝Monster? You are not a monster, you are just a human that made bad decisions in the past. Where would we get if we keep cringing for our past? ˝

You cupped his cheek with your palm bringing his face lower so that you could kiss him.

˝So.. ˝

˝What? ˝ You were just an inch away from his lips.

˝You really want to be with me. You could move aside the things that I've done? ˝

˝No, I'll never put them aside, but I did accept them. They made you who you are today. I know it's been just a little over a half a year, but I don't longer see you as the person you were before. ˝

˝How do you see me? ˝

˝I see you as the part of my future. ˝ You said closing the distance.

You both were different from the start, born in different worlds that couldn't find the middle ground. You were taught to be good, to help your kind and he was taught to kill them. Who could ever think that that kind of hatred would ever turn into love?

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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happier (the unhappy ending)

Bill and Scotty’s breakup has rattled the dynamic of the Blue Moon Boys, and it’s made all the worse with the introduction of you, Scotty’s new girlfriend. This story can go one of two ways… take your pick!

the happy ending the unhappy ending (you are here!)

a/n: I wanted to write something loosely based on ‘happier’ by olivia rodrigo, and my dear @austin-butlers-gf gave me the idea to do a Bill/Scotty fic! I had an absolute blast writing this, even if it did make me cry at parts lol. Hugest of shoutouts to my loves from The HuddleTM (@sassy-ahsoka-tano, @mpmarypoppins, @dontbesussis, @austin-butlers-gf) for their support on this one! I love y'all <3

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: a couple swear words, allusions to homophobia, angst, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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The air in the studio is thick with tension. It has been for about a month. A long, painful month. And Bill knows that it’ll likely be a while before things go back to normal.

Whatever normal is now anyway, he thinks, shooting a bitter glance over to his boyfriend ex-boyfriend Scotty as Sam calls for an end to the day’s recording session.

“Scotty, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?” Elvis teases as they pack up.

There’s a moment of awkward silence. Bill can feel Scotty’s eyes on him as he keeps his attention firmly on packing up his bass, and he can sense Elvis’s teasing mood fading slightly as he glances nervously between them.

“Well,” Scotty begins hesitantly, turning his attention quickly back to Elvis, “She’s been askin’ to come to a recording session, so I might bring her along to the next one if that’s alright with y’all.”

Elvis brightens, and begins chattering excitedly about how he was planning to bring Dixie along to their next session and their girls could spend some time together. Bill tunes most of it out, ears still ringing from the revelation that Scotty’s officially moved on.

He absentmindedly says goodbye to Sam and Marion and his bandmates — purposefully avoiding Scotty’s eye — lost in thought as he drives back home. His mind drifts back to a month ago, shortly after the disastrous Russwood Park performance.

•••

“You alright, sweetheart?” Bill asks, sitting down gently on the couch next to his boyfriend. “What did you wanna talk about?”

Scotty had been… different, after the fiasco that had been Russwood Park. Quieter, more… distant, almost, and he had phoned Bill earlier that night insisting that he needed to come over, that he needed to talk to him about something.

Scotty looks away, almost flinching at the pet name. It sends a pang through Bill’s heart, Scotty’s reaction being so unlike his usual soft smile and blush.

“I’ve been thinking,” Scotty begins quietly, keeping his eyes trained firmly on the carpet. His voice falters, but he whips his hand out of reach as Bill tries to grasp it. Bill’s concern grows, seeing how Scotty continues to refuse any comfort from him.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says again, his voice slightly firmer but still quiet, “about how everyone’s been reacting to Elvis. The… the politicians and policemen and all them, I mean.”

Bill can only nod for him to continue, wondering where Scotty’s going with this.

“And I just… seein’ what happened at Russwood Park, seein’ how everyone got so out of hand just because of him dancin’ different, it made me realize…”

He pauses with a nervous swallow, and Bill’s heart sinks as he prays he’s wrong about where this is going.

Scotty turns to face Bill for the first time since he started to speak, and Bill’s heart shatters at the tears welling up in his eyes.

“We’re never gonna be safe here,” Scotty whispers, his voice breaking. “We’re always gonna be looking over our shoulders, always wondering if anyone’s watching us when we’re together and I don’t—” His voice cuts off with a sob and tears finally spill over onto his cheeks as he continues, “I don’t want that for us.”

Bill opens his mouth to protest — he can’t believe Scotty’s saying this, they said they’d stay together through anything, no matter what the world threw at them — but Scotty cuts him off.

“I don’t want that for you. You deserve to find a nice girl, have a family, not… not living in fear with me. You deserve better, you deserve more.”

He stands up, every inch of him exuding a painful finality. Tears well up in Bill’s eyes and every part of him goes numb. He can’t even find the strength to protest, to tell Scotty that he doesn’t want better, he doesn’t want more — doesn’t Scotty understand that he’s already so much more than Bill deserves, that he is Bill’s whole world? — as it hits him that this is it, this is the end.

Scotty approaches him, cupping his face and gently wiping away his tears with his thumb as he presses one final kiss to Bill’s forehead. A final whispered “I love you,” lips brushing tenderly against his skin, is the last thing Bill hears before Scotty is gone and Bill is left alone with tear-stained cheeks and a shattered heart.

•••

Bill jolts back to reality as he pulls into his driveway, tears rolling down his cheeks.

As he enters his dark and empty house, he can’t help but wonder: How did Scotty manage to move on so quickly when Bill was still trying to piece his heart back together?

•••

Despite how much he tried to mentally steel himself, nothing could have truly prepared Bill for the sight of Scotty with his arm comfortably slung around your shoulders, as if you’d been with him forever.

All eyes turn to him as he enters the studio lugging his bass. A nervous smile spreads across Scotty’s face, a stark contrast to the genuine grin spreading across yours. You step over and, to his surprise, throw your arms around him, pulling him into a stiff hug.

“You must be Bill! Scotty’s told me so much about you!” You say happily.

“Yeah,” he replies, releasing one arm from his bass to gingerly wrap it around you in return, “It’s, uh, nice to meet you.” He meets Scotty’s eyes over your head, and says with a slightly bitter chuckle, “I wish I could say Scotty’s told me all about you, but I’m afraid not.”

He pretends not to see the hurt in Scotty’s eyes at his words as you release him and turn to tease Scotty.

“What, I’m not a good enough conversation topic for your friends?”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” Scotty chuckles, once again wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “We’ve been busy, is all, and it just… never really came up.” Scotty’s eyes flick up to meet Bill’s for a split second before returning to you.

“Well since Scotty’s neglected to, I guess I’ll have to make my own introduction,” you announce teasingly. “I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” you say with a bright, genuine smile.

A chorus of “nice to meet you”s rise from the assembled crowd of Elvis, Dixie, DJ, Sam, Marion, and Bill, and the small talk continues for several minutes before Sam corrals everyone to “actually get some work done,” escorting Dixie and Y/N to the control room.

“She seems nice,” Elvis grins, “Well done, Scotty.”

A tender smile grows on Scotty’s face as he accepts the praise of his girl, and Bill quickly looks away before he’s overwhelmed by the memories of when Scotty used to smile at him like that.

The worst part is, he thinks as they begin the session, you really did seem nice. All sparkling eyes and sincere, warm smiles. Hell, you had gone in for a hug before a formal introduction simply on the basis that he was Scotty’s close friend! He wants to find something to dislike about you, some reason to justify the intense ill will he feels towards you, but there’s nothing. From what he could see as the session went on, you were genuinely interested in Scotty’s profession, and you were immeasurably kind to Dixie and the rest of the band. As much as he hates to admit it to himself, you're a good match for Scotty.

Not as good as you, a voice hisses in the back of his head as the session wraps, and he shakes his head as if he could shoo it away like a fly. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that Scotty was happy, just…

Bill allows himself a brief second of selfishness to finish the thought — maybe not quite as happy as he could have been with me — before being jolted out of his thoughts as Scotty tentatively approaches him.

A quick glance around tells him they’re the only two left in the recording room, everyone else busy in the other room chatting happily with Y/N.

“Hi,” Bill says stiffly.

“Hi.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence where they each wait for the other to speak before Scotty continues.

“I’m sorry, I— I didn’t want this to be an awkward thing, but I didn’t know how to introduce her to y’all, and—”

Bill cuts him off. “Does she know about…?” He gestures between the two of them.

Scotty nods, saying softly, “She does. I told it would be best if she didn’t mention it, but she… she understands.” He gives Bill a meaningful look, and he understands exactly what Scotty is saying.

There’s another split second of silence before Bill speaks up again.

“Does she make you happy?”

He isn’t sure what answer he wants to hear.

Once again, Scotty can’t seem to stop the fond smile from growing on his face as he answers simply, “She does.”

Bill nods. He forces down the venomous part of him, the urge to spit Not as happy as we could’ve been! Never as happy as when it was just the two of us! and instead looks the love of his life in the eyes and says, “Then I’m happy for you.”

The joy that fills Scotty’s face at his words is almost worth the lie. Almost worth the pain he feels as his heart shatters again, in a way he knows deep down can never be fixed.

But he hides the pain as he follows Scotty to the rest of the group. Hides the anguish as he sees you tucked neatly under his arm, head resting on his shoulder as if that's where you’re meant to be; puzzle pieces slotting together perfectly. Hides the grimace and forces a smile in its place as he watches Scotty press his lips to yours and knows that he’s well and truly lost the love of his life.

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The air in the studio is thick with tension. It has been for about a month. A long, painful month. And Bill knows that it’ll likely be a while before things go back to normal.

Whatever normal is now anyway, he thinks, shooting a bitter glance over to his boyfriend ex-boyfriend Scotty as Sam calls for an end to the day’s recording session.

“Scotty, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?” Elvis teases as they pack up.

There’s a moment of awkward silence, and Bill can feel Scotty’s eyes on him as he keeps his attention firmly on packing up his bass, Elvis’s teasing mood fading slightly as he glances nervously between them.

He absentmindedly says goodbye to his bandmates — purposefully avoiding Scotty’s eye — and Sam and Marion, lost in thought as he drives back home. His mind drifts back to a month ago, shortly after the disastrous Russwood Park performance.