X-Men Oneshots

Song Series (Scott Summers)

*Based off the song: Lose Control by Teddy Swims*

The dim light of the room flickered as Scott sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Something had shifted in him lately, something dark and heavy that he couldn't quite explain. He didn't know himself anymore. Everything felt too tight, too confined, like the world was closing in on him. The steady weight of leadership, responsibility, and loss had built walls around him, and now, it felt like there was no escape.

**"Something's got a hold of me lately

No, I don't know myself anymore
Feels like the walls are all closing in
And the devil's knocking at my door"**

Scott's hands shook as he ran them through his hair. Out of his mind, that's how he felt. How many times had he told you that he wasn't good at being alone? How many times had you been there to calm the storm that constantly raged inside him? Now, you were gone—only for a few hours, but that didn't matter. Without you, the silence was deafening, the emptiness unbearable.

He tried to keep it together, to resist the temptation to let everything unravel. But the truth was, without you, he was falling apart. Every moment without you chipped away at him, made him feel like his skin was too tight, like he was clawing just to stay sane.

**"Out of my mind, how many times

Did I tell you I'm no good at being alone?
Yeah, it's taking a toll on me, trying my best to keep
From tearing the skin off my bones"**

Scott stood up, pacing the room, his chest tight with frustration. He hated this—hated how much he needed you, how much he relied on your presence to keep himself grounded. He wasn't supposed to be this dependent on anyone, let alone you. But there was no denying it.

When you weren't next to him, he lost control. He knew it, could feel it in every cell of his body. He was spiraling, and the worst part was that you weren't here to stop it.

**"I lose control

When you're not next to me
I'm falling apart right in front of you, can't you see?
I lose control
When you're not next to me"**

Scott slumped against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor. His heart ached, and his body craved yours like a bad habit he couldn't break. You made a mess of him, and he couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. All he knew was that he needed you. He needed you like an addict needed a fix. Every part of him screamed for your touch, your voice, the way you could calm the chaos inside him with just a look.

**"Problematic

Problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit
Bad habit's hard to break when I'm with you"**

You were his addiction, the one thing he couldn't quit, even though he knew he probably should. The rational part of his brain told him he could survive on his own, that he didn't need to rely on you this much. But the truth was, he didn't want to. He wanted that raw, uncontrollable connection with you, the kind of love that burned so intensely it consumed everything in its path. That real, full moon black magic—it was everything to him, and it took both of you to make it work.

**"Yeah, I know, I could do it on my own, but I want

That real full moon black magic and it takes two"**

Scott groaned, the frustration boiling over as he punched the floor beside him. His mind was a mess, and you were the only one who could help him make sense of it all. His skin tingled with the memory of your touch, his body aching for the relief that only you could give him.

He didn't care about anything else anymore. He needed you—your warmth, your presence, your everything. Without you, he was lost, a shadow of himself.

**"Problem is, when I'm with you, I'm an addict

And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth
Can't see the forest through the trees
Got me down on my knees, darling, please"**

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the door creaked open. You stepped inside, your eyes immediately locking onto his as he sat on the floor, broken and vulnerable. You didn't say anything, just crossed the room and knelt beside him, your hand resting gently on his cheek.

He exhaled shakily, his whole body relaxing at your touch. He was falling apart, right there in front of you, and you saw it all. He wasn't hiding it anymore. He couldn't. Not from you.

**"I lose control

When you're not next to me
I'm falling apart right in front of you, can't you see?"**

You pulled him into your arms, and he buried his face in your neck, breathing in the familiar scent that grounded him. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and he melted into you, letting go of the tension that had been suffocating him all night.

"I'm here," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. "I've got you."

**"Yeah, you're breaking my heart, baby

You make a mess of me"**

Scott clung to you, his grip tight as if he was afraid that if he let go, you would disappear. You were his anchor, the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. Without you, he lost control. But with you—he was home.

**"I lose control

When you're not here with me
I'm falling apart right in front of you, can't you see?"**

You held him close, your touch calming the storm inside him. He was still a mess, still broken in so many ways, but with you by his side, he knew he could survive it.

He didn't need to be perfect. He just needed you.

**"Yeah, you're breaking my heart, baby

You make a mess of me"**

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