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And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.

Iain Thomas (via thoughtkick)

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xmarksthescott​:

SEEING HER AGAIN BRINGS PEACE and it reawakens a part of him he forgot existed, that voice in his head that reminds him things can actually turn out ok. losing emma was one of the hardest things he ever went through, and the months that followed that him believing he’d never see her again, let alone meet anyone who could make him feel the same way. and yet, here she is, standing right in front of him with her books in her locker. 

❛ maybe i haven’t –but you sure have. ❜ something’s different about her, that much he can tell. as relieved as he is to see her, she doesn’t seem…herself. a part of him hopes its just first day jitters, but the emma he knows never got herself worked up over that kind of thing –she always knew she’d make an impression. 

❛ maybe we can hang out sometime. catch up. ❜ and a part of him just wants here to know he’s here for her if she ever needs.

It was odd seeing him again. A lot of mixed emotions. She truly thought she would never see him again, but here he was. So much had changed in her life, she could only wonder what could have happened in his. It was an odd thought, caring about someone else for the frst time in  few years who wasn’t her brother. But here she was, caring. 

“People do tend to change, it’s true.” She finally said. “Maybe it’s for the better I have, time will tell. She shifted her weight, leaning against her locker. Then she heard his last request. Did she do it? Did she hang out? Catch up? What more is there to say? 

“I’d like that.” Emma said. Even if she didn’t mean it, she still would like it. She needed someone to ground her, and Scott was very grounding. 

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xmarksthescott​:

  HE HATES THIS SET UP. putting emma in the middle of those players, especially their biggest personal demons, really makes him feel on edge throughout the day. emma’s always been strong and capable beyond belief, but he still finds himself worrying about her throughout the day, wondering if she’s treading water or drowning in the ocean of secrets krakoa’s founders have cooked up. 

their history is long and complicated, but they still know each other better than most people can ever dream of knowing another person. their trust had been fractured after she wiped herself from his mind, but when the chips are down like this, he knows he can count on her to be honest with him. emma wouldn’t lie for something like this.

it’s what she says that shocks him, confusion and surprise lacing his features. ❛ moira’s a mutant? like sean’s moira? the professor’s old friend? rahne’s guardian? that moira? how the hell is she alive anyway? ❜ 

She knew it. She knew this might ruin him. But it wouldn’t, because he’s too strong to let this get in his way. But still, this was a big revelation. She didn’t expect Scott to trust her again so quickly, not after... 

    Well, not after she made him forget her. But everything she’s done is for the betterment of mutant kind. And the betterment of Scott. But that could wait. She had... things to tell him. That she couldn’t tell where they fell. 

“The very same.” Emma confirmed. “Moira’s not just any mutant. Currently she’s the mutant. She’s on this island somewhere, but I know Tweedle Xavier and Tweedle Magnus won’t let us near it. So here we are. I... can show you what she showed me. I kept it in my mind. It’s overwhelming, but... I think you need to see it.”   

She put a hand on his cheek. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you. More than I already am.” 

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hit that like if you want to be bullied by emma! 

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xmarksthescott​:

HE DOESN’T HAVE TO BE A MINDREADER to know she’s pissed. he knows her well enough by now to know what what look means –it means someone tried to fuck with her. and emma doesn’t deal well with being backed into corners –neither does he, though and that’s probably what made them such an effective duo during their leadership years. 

he doesn’t trust this place or its government, but he trusts her. from the moment he set foot on xavier’s “new utopia” he could see the floorboards nearly eroding with secrets being forcibly kept down. and like all things that boil over, an eruption is inevitable –and it seems like emma caught the brunt of it.

he folds his arms against his chest, nodding solemnly.

❛ not that i wouldn’t love to hear what shiro hates about my leadership today –but i’m all ears, emma. ❜ 

As if he couldn’t be any more charming, he would actually listen to her. Isn’t that nice? Being listened to? Being listened to by someone who wanted to listen? The quiet council never listened, the Hellfire Trading club had to listen, and Sebastian Shaw... 

    She supposed that situation would come to a climax yet again shortly. 

“You’re not going to like hearing this,” She said solemnly. Breaking Scott Summers’ heart was not an easy task, but this might just do it. 

“Mora MacTaggert helped create this island we all share now. Not only is she alive, but she’s a mutant who’s lived countless lives. I’d love to wring her bloody neck but that might just start another universe.” 

She turned around and put her hands on Scott’s shoulders, making him aware of the gravity of the situation. 

“Moira MacTaggert is possibly the most dangerous mutant in the universe and she’s right below our feet, scheming with the geriatrics.” 

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Reading the mind of the biggest liar and criminal in mutant history was not something Emma Frost expected she would ever do in her life. Truthfully, she had always figured that person would be Charles Xavier. But no. It was bloody back from the dead Moira MacTaggart. The one they named the stupid hospital after. A very much alive woman who lived more lives than Emma could fathom. Only now she had to fathom it because she’s been inside the woman’s twisted mind. 

    And in that moment she knew she had to ruin her. 

The trio of Xavier, Lensherr, and Frost, had become a symbol for mutantdom. Inspiration. Hope. Perseverance. But two of them poisoned that message forever. She’d never forgive them. 

‘For the children,’ she once said. What a load of bullshit. They spun their story and she swallowed it like someone who hadn’t watched her students die over and over again. 

But someone else needed to know. And thankfully he was on Earth now, leading the merry team of X-Men. Scott Summers. The man who should be the face of mutantkind, not the bald narcissist with the nonsense on his head. 

“Scott, darling, I need to talk to you,” She said, pushing past him. Not able to look him in the eyes just yet. She crossed her arms, her back to him. “And I promise it’s more interesting than listening to whatever Rogue wants to tell you about her Cajun lover, or Shiro’s daily complaint.” 

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xmarksthescott​:

HE’S IN A RUSH, trying to make it to the other side of the building in time for biology. he wants to curse whoever built his schedule this way, forcing him to dart from one end to the next in the two minutes allotted between classes. of course, he’s even later than he originally imagined when he realized just who he bumped into. 

emma frost. the one person he was sure he’d never see again despite how much he wanted to be wrong. and she still looks the same, blonde hair perfectly cut and laying just above her shoulders. she’s never looked less than perfectly kept –not a hair out of place or make-up done messily. she’s probably the only person who’s as much of a perfectionist as he is. 

and when he sees her, he forgets all about the class he’s running to. a smile breaks his features, surprise giving way to unexpected joy. ❛ emma… ❜ 

❛ tell me i’m dreaming ‘cause otherwise, i think i’m the luckiest guy in the world. ❜ 

Heels that weren’t hers. Expensive looking clothes from a thrift store. A blazer her brother picked out for her. Hair done by said brother. A bracelet she stole from her sister. Emma was coming undone at the seams but no one had to know. 

    Especially not Scott Summers. 

She half expected him to hug her on the spot, which she was glad he didn’t. If someone touched her she might scream. But then he said it. ‘Luckiest guy in the world.’ She almost laughed. Half in a ‘you have no idea I’m holding on by a thread’ and half in a ‘this boy is a puppy’ way. Instead she giggled cutely. 

“Oh Scott, you haven’t changed, have you.” She said, somewhat comforted by that. She put a hand on his arm. “This does make you the luckiest guy in the world, now, doesn’t it?” 

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This high school was... something. 

It was no private boarding school for girls, at least. But, no, that part of her life was over, she supposed. With the divorce happening and her move back, she doubt she’d get the luxury of privacy and comfort that the Massachusetts Academy gave her. 

A boy shorter than her bumped into her, probably a freshman. He mumbled a quick ‘sorry,’ and Emma knew she was in hell. 

She brushed off her arm as if to wipe him off of her, and went to her locker. Opening it, shoving her books in, then sighing. This was going to be her life until she got accepted into the Ivy League of her choice and then never had to look back at anything. She closed her locker and was going to walk, but was startled at the sight next to her. 

Was that... no, it couldn’t be. 

    But it was. 

Speaking of not looking back, she supposed. Emma ran a hand through her hair. She might as well, right? Better her find him than him find out she was back and come crawling to her like some dog left out in the rain. As amusing as that might be. 

“Scott?” She finally said, trying to get his attention. “Scott Summers?” 

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“Tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you despite it.”

— Edgar Allen Poe

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legacycarried​:

Stiffly Eli shot a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Laura hasn’t wandered too far off. She seemed to have been caught in a conversation with a redhead girl with metallic skin, occasionally both looking his way with almost worried expressions. Ah, he has to be careful or his visitation rights might get revoked.

“I understand a lot more than you think I do.” Eli replied dryly, trying not to take it so personal when she says his species. Things are more complex here than meets the eye but she can’t say he doesn’t get it to a degree. “They’re not rejecting their identities they’re just living their lives the way they want to and using their gifts the way they want to. You shouldn’t force someone to do things your way because you see their way as wasted potential.”

 A frustrated noise made its way up the back of his throat. “Billy knows how powerful he is– or he’s figuring it out– and it scares him but he’s putting in the work himself and he’s not alone. Tommy is… Tommy and sure he can goof off but he also has come really far. Sometimes you just have to let people go their own course and see how it goes. Who knows? It might lead them back here.”

“I don’t expect you to understand. I don’t need you to understand. But everything I have ever done was for the betterment of mutant kind and our future.” Although her methods were not always... agreeable to some parties, she was still true to herself or her goals no matter what. Eli didn’t need to like her, but he should at least recognize her position. 

She finally turned, pulling out her chair and sitting in it. “If we had Billy we could potentially have saved mutantkind. But I suppose I should be proud a mutant helped end the Kree and Skrull conflict through the power of love.” Emma tapped her fingers against her desk. “Or something like that.” 

A pause. She finally looked at the young man in her room. “You can stop glaring, by the way.” 

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pumpkinkraken:

which person of ur otp furiously does push-ups while the other sits on their back and reads a magazine

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Reblog this if your muse has a nice butt.

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legacycarried​:

“Laura was actually giving me a tour but…” Eli paused in the doorway of the office, he’s unarmed per X-23′s request but can still pack a punch if needed. “It’s Patriot and I was going to be remembered the, uh, talk you have with their mom.” Now that is something he wished someone had gotten on camera. “What was the goal though? After bringing them to Utopia? You realize that eventually Billy would have broken free and everything would have gone to shit, right?”

Oh, Laura. She had a big heart, didn’t she. Emma gazed out her office’s window, using a hand to keep the curtain open. All was as it should be outside. Inside, she was being questioned by a teen super hero. An American themed teen superhero. 

“I don’t expect you to understand, nor do I car if you do.” Emma said, closing the curtain, finally looking at her conversation partner. “But you can’t fathom the entirety of your species being wiped out by a single woman and having her children reject their identities. Were my methods crude? Yes. Were they effective? Regrettably not. Sometimes thinking in the short term gets you into trouble, doesn’t it, Patriot.” 

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buryme-withmyspurs​:

“that’s mighty kind and all – don’t go thinkin’ me ungrateful or nothin’ – but i got a nice apartment and a fiancé all my own and my own work that keeps my pockets full and myself busy ‘nuff.  much expensive as my tastes have grown, i don’t reckon i’m real mansion material.”  but she can’t said she’s not tickled by the offer.

"A fair reason.” Emma said. She supposed Inez did have a simpler taste than Emma, Emma naming and patterning herself after royalty and Inez pattering herself after Cowboys... It was a very clear visual distinction between the two. “You’re always welcome, however. Most mutants are. And you don’t have to stay. I’m sure students would love to hear your adventures.” 

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Biological father(derogatory)

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regeneratingdegenerate​:

Deadpool figured as much. He was helpful to the cause when Logan needed someone dead, or if the X-Men wanted deniability, they’d call Deadpool. But any other time? He could be tossed aside. He was mutant enough to run with the team when it suited them, but he didn’t have an X-Gene so he wasn’t welcome under any other circumstance. 

Wade was used to it by now. Especially because he’d been labelled a liability so often that he believed it to be true.

“Trust me, I may be stupid but I wouldn’t have turned to this guy if I had literally any other choice. I made a spree of bad decisions and had an even worse response to the consequences. I screwed up, I own that, but I can’t see you goin’ toe-to-toe with Stryfe and coming out on top.”

“Stryfe.” Emma repeated. And then, a sigh. She hoped that monster had fallen by the wayside or had gone to terrorize another timeline. “Of course the bloody Summers family can never let anyone rest.” She said to herself. 

She knew Stryfe’s abilities. There was no way she would win in a fight against him, it’s true, but she would never admit she’d lose a fight to anyone. But perhaps she was too quick to judge Wade’s situation. Perhaps. 

     Slightly. 

            Maybe.

“You’re no longer in debt to him, but is he in this timeline still? Because if so, you may actually be saving lives if you tell me.” An appeal to his hero complex? Maybe. 

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Emma Frost and Namor in Uncanny X-Men #514 (2009).