frost.

darling, you never stood a chance.

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wallacwest:

“It doesn’t really matter for me, I have a hyperactive metabolism. I just like to eat, that’s about it. What do you prefer then instead of pizza?” Wally asks the woman with a grin.

she doesn’t even bother to hide the edge of ice as she smiles thinly back at the man. “we can’t all be so lucky.” withdrawing her phone from her pocket, she swipes a freshly manicured finger across the screen. is she being rude? perhaps. but how else would he get the hint? “just — something more worthy of being put in my body.”

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optiicblasts:

@cmmafrcsts // starter.

scott quietly knocked on emma’s office. he was in the process of catching up with the rest of the team and emma was next. “i know you’re busy but do you mind if i come in. i’ve got some things i need to run past you.” nothing too tedious, just some lesson plans. he would have brought the danger room simulations but kaia insisted that this would be her thing and that she could handle it alone. “nothing bad i promise. only if you’re available. i know how annoyed you get when someone walks in on you.”

it is only the fact that she’s able to feel scott approaching before the knock that keeps her hand steady as she reapplies a pink tint to her lips. with almost anyone else, anyone less familiar, she would’ve been startled, jolted the tube of pigment off-bounds and been. extremely. upset.

“scotty,” she smiles warmly up at her old friend. “about time you dropped in. ‘course i’m available for you. what’s up?”

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telekiinisis:

[ text >>  emma ] — yeah it’s been ages !! [ text >>  emma ] — totally [ text >>  emma ] — just lmk when you’re free

[ text >>  kaia summers ] — you’re in luck [ text >>  kaia summers ] — one of my skype meetings just fell through [ text >>  kaia summers ] — this afternoon good for you?

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optiicblasts:

[ text >> FROST, emma ] — is that sentiment im hearing? [ text >> FROST, emma ] — im shocked emma  [ text >> FROST, emma ] — paragon’s not half bad [ text >> FROST, emma ] — plus most of us are here and the kids. feels like home.

[ text >> pew pew man​ ] — give me a break, scotty [ text >> pew pew man​ ] — i’m not always a heartless bitch and u know it [ text >> pew pew man​ ] — i guess you’re right but.. it just feels different.

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greenhairedmama:

[ text >> ✉️ >> Emma💙 ] —— I miss the city. I miss the shopping. I miss people. [ text >> ✉️ >> Emma💙 ] —— Can we take a weekend somewhere? Because I asked around what there is to do and people said camping. CAMPING, Emma. [ text >> ✉️ >> Emma💙 ] —— None of these kids are getting properly cultured it’s a shame

[ text >>  lorn💚 ] — camping??? [ text >>  lorn💚 ] — god. i’m gonna have to do something about that, aren’t i? [ text >>  lorn💚 ] — and yes. PLEASE. let’s get out of here. [ text >>  lorn💚 ] — just because the kids are suffering doesn’t mean we have to.

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ofdarkholmes:

“well - i'spose i shoulda guessed you wouldn’t,” it’s not a jab, though. far from. gaze taking in the woman before her, from her pretty blonde head down to her business woman chic shoes, romy couldn’t help but think that she really should have looked up sooner. after hours focused only on the motorbike she was now rising from behind, making her way closer to her toolbox, there was nothing like a pretty lady to give her eyes a break. “this rusty ‘ol thing is a wrench,” she snatched up the wrench she’d needed, hefting its weight to make sure she saw before letting her hand fall back to her side, “you might need’ta know that, someday. just in case you needa change your own tire or something.”

she preens a little, reveling in the attention. petal-pink lips curve up into a smile that’s almost smug — emma swears she can feel the way the brunette’s eyes rake over her. her image is meticulously crafted each morning before she leaves her apartment, and nothing short of perfect is acceptable. good to know her efforts were appreciated.

stepping gingerly over the array of tools on the floor, she makes her way closer to the bike. “well,” placing a finger to her chin in mock-consideration, “would you be willing to give me a private lesson for that sometime? y’know.. just in case i need it one day.”

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[ text >>  @greenhairedmama ] — god [ text >>  lorn💚 ] — what do you guys normally do over the summer? [ text >>  lorn💚 ] — it feels deader than a graveyard here

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[ text >> @telekiinisis ] — hey kid. [ text >>  kaia summers ] — haven’t seen you in a while [ text >>  kaia summers ] — wanna get some training in together soon?

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[ text >> @optiicblasts ] — okay i know i used to complain a lot but [ text >> pew pew man​ ] — i really do miss the old man  [ text >> pew pew man​ ] — and xavier’s honestly had a nicer campus [ text >> pew pew man​ ] — even if it did get roughed up a lot

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sweetfablcs:

「 SYMBOL FOR A TEXT. ⋮ @cmmafrcsts . 」⋮

「   ☏  →  for a vague text  」⋮

[ text → ✉ → auntie emma 💝 ]: i’m gettin bad again [ text → ✉ → auntie emma 💝 ]: and i’m… scared [ text → ✉ → auntie emma 💝 ]: for myself and for rini

[ text >> scarlet❤️ ] – oh sweetheart..

[ text >> scarlet❤️ ] – what’s happening? you know you can talk to me [ text >> scarlet❤️ ] – i’m not going to let anything happen to you. or her.

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wspstng:

                   ‘                  is that really what passes for fashion nowadays ?   ‘    sarcasm laced with a genuine curiosity,      even binging a years worth of vogue couldn’t solve all situations.         ‘        i understand, university campuses exist in a realm of their own in the stylistic department but;      really ?    ‘ 

“you’re one to talk — freshly back from hell and already you wanna rag on the kids?” she shoves at the arm of her old friend with a smirk, making sure she knows emma’s joking. after all, she hadn’t believed all those news releases saying janet was d e a d. she couldn’t be. 

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sweetfablcs:

「 SHORT STORIES MEME . ⋮ @cmmafrcsts. 」⋮

❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞

❝   you’re my home  ,  too  ,  auntie emma  .  ❞  and it’s true  ,  isn’t it  ?  scarlet pryde was raised in the immaculate  ,  white-walled corporation of ceo emma frost  .  her childhood was riddled with stone-faced men in suits and ties with sickly  ,  dark auras around whom the necrokinetic never felt quite so comfortable  .  but at the centre of it all was  ,  and still is  ,  her aunt  .  the only maternal figure she’d had when space was no longer a viable option for family vacations and scarlet was abandoned on earth  ,  waving the rest of her siblings farewell  .  she’d lived on takeout and fancy restaurants and sleeping on the lap of a woman who never batted an eye when she’d painted all over the walls or threw a rattle at some business executive’s head  .  she’s her home  .  everything she knew and loved before it was taken from her  .  everything she’d tried to return back to during those wretched five years when they’d stolen her innocence and pried her away from all that scarlet grew to love  .  she wraps her arms around the blonde  ,  rests her cheek against her chest  .  sighs  .  ❝  you’ve always been my home  .  and then they took me away and   –  i didn’t know what to do  .  how to take care of myself  .  everything was so messy   –  i’m sorry  .  ❞

scarlet’s probably definitely the best thing in emma’s life. she has been for years now — even if they fell into this relationship by pure chance. it just clicked when emma realized no one else could see or understand the things baby scar was babbling on about, when emma realized the young girl hated being yanked into space with the rest of her family and offered her another home. “my dear, please don’t apologize, none of this was your fault.” she offers the girl a soft smile as gentle fingers thread through her hair, a rare radiance that barely anyone else gets to receive. it melts away into something vulnerable and sad, the guilt sparking in her heart at the knowledge that scarlet had been suffering while she did nothing to help her. “life brought us back together, as it should be. tell me what i can do to help?”

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shadwkat:

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞ @cmmafrcsts

brutal and oft public humiliation : emma frost’s most obvious kink. kitty knew this would come and yet she still found herself unprepared ( to put it mildly ) once those words slipped right past unfiltered glossy lips. ❝ m’pretty sure i’d lose a BET. ❞ if only she were lying.

“a bet?” she arches an immaculately drawn brow. she had heard rumors of a pool speculating who among the x-men would be emma’s next unlucky victim, but those words were only uttered under the heavy lubrication of alcohol. “i’m worth way more than any bet, kitty dear.” her voice is a husky purr as she lays it on thick, making sure the woman knows she’s joking. there’s no way scarlet would be okay with this.

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toprotect:

          she had heard whispers about emma frost and had read up a few things about her, but will refused to pass any sort of judgement on the woman before actually getting to know her. gossip and files never really seemed to get the full story of anyone’s life. so when emma smiled at her, will took that as a good sign. “ i would love to grab some lunch together, whenever you’re ready.”

it’s — refreshing, to say the least. having to work with someone who’s an equal, someone who doesn’t approach her with all the baggage of her usual reputation. ( though who can blame anyone for that? ) emma’s just grateful she can meet someone and figure that relationship out on a clean slate.

“yeah, ‘m just about ready to go. what’s good around here?” at the very least, she could learn more about paragon instead of flying out to the city whenever she got tired of almost-burning her dinners.

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wallacwest:

“Please tell me there’s some decent pizza around here.” Wally could technically run anywhere to get it, but that wasn’t the point. “I’ll take anything at this point, what’s good?” 

“ —what?” she wrinkles a nose at the question posed to her. it’s one thing to have her silence interrupted, and another thing entirely for it to be for something as banal as this. “does it really matter? ‘s all junk, anyway.”

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canvrycry:

──   continued from x. with @cmmafrcsts​ !

       it wasn’t who she expected to enter her office, and she suddenly regretted her words. with a frustrated sigh, dinah threw down her pen, relaxing back into her chair.

      ❝ sorry, emma. you’re not who i thought would come in ── i suppose i shouldn’t say that to a student either. just forget it, what’s up? ❞

pink painted lips turn up in a smirk as she waltzes in to dinah’s office from the doorway. “nothin’ much, just thought i’d come check on the second most attractive blonde in paragon.” she jerks her chin in the direction of the pen flung down carelessly. “not having a good day?”

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ofstcrk:

*/ @cmmafrcsts   said: “ you have no shame, do you? ”

the boy tilted his head, a mischievous grin tugging at his brims as he just shrugged. what could he say anyway? some things just couldn’t be denied. “honestly? not really, no. i can’t take all the laurel, though. i’m pretty sure i’m just another one in a long line of shameless starks. it does have plenty of perks, though. like helping me doge half of the teenage angst bullshit,” he rambled in true leo stark’s fashion.

she can’t help but chuckle at his easy acquiescence. “self-awareness is a good thing, stark.” he is right, though. it comes with the territory — she’s never been one for shame herself, either. the world is going to shame you plenty anyway, it just makes sense not to add onto that yourself. “you really are your father’s son.”