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[Sammy] [MSG:] if u ever break up with zoe just know that i am totally down to bang when ur bored. ps if zoe is reading this please dont kill me im a lil drunk and cant defend myself

[TXT:] ok

[TXT:] it is too bad we did not meet when i was not with zoe

[TXT:] i would have fucked u

[TXT:] this i know

#t:sammy #Anonymous

[MSG:] we should go to the zoo tomorrow. it'll be fun. have u ever seen a monkey

[TXT:] yes

[TXT:] u are a monkey

[TXT:] hahahahahhaahahahahahahahha

#t:scarlett #scxrlettniles

[Zoe] [MSG:] you can't keep waiting outside my dorm for me, i won't be back for another four days

[TXT:] where r u

[TXT:] i miss u

#t:zoe #Anonymous

[Zoe] [MSG:] why do we have so many waffle house subscriptions? since when do waffle houses even have subscriptions??

[TXT:] since dagny

#t:zoe #Anonymous

[MSG:] i have a puppy and if u are interested in petting this puppy u should come to my room asap

[TXT:] yes

#t:scarlett #scxrlettniles

[Zoe] [MSG:] we are NOT have kfc again tonight, the house has smelled like fried chicken for 3 days straight

[TXT:] we will go out tonight for food

[TXT:] we can have kfc at the home of the kfc place

#t:zoe #Anonymous

[Zoe] "I'm cold. Come closer."

“Closer?” Dagny’s brows lifted, and she stepped adjacent to the bed Zoe lay upon. For however long limbed she was, or how elephantine her steps tended to be, there were times when she proceeded with such a gracefulness that it was almost as if she was another person entirely. Movement peculiar in the sense that it was all of a sudden languid, yet swift, and elegant, she slipped down onto the bed, smoothing her body up her girlfriend’s so that she could press down upon her, knuckles sinking into the pillows. Dagny rose where she settled between Zoe’s hips, the positioning done with such ease that it was obvious she’d done it countless amounts of time before. “This is better?” She asked, with one piqued brow. Brushing dark strands of hair from Zoe’s face, Dagny smiled down at her. “It is not very cold, actually. Feel my skin. It is very warm.” Taking Zoe’s hand, Dagny uncurled her fingers and pressed her girlfriend’s palm to her cheek, then her neck. Her smile again widened. “You are like a shivering little puppy.” She gently laughed the words, the bridge of her nose scrunching as she lowered her face closer to the other woman’s. Dagny’s amusement only deepened at Zoe’s reaction, and she lifted a long, scarred finger to her girlfriend’s lips, just to gently touch them, as if she pondered kissing them. “Or maybe Zoe is more like a cold bunny. You know how they shake like this –” She jokingly shook her frame, blue eyes widening briefly, for comic effect. But she was back to leaning close to her girlfriend’s face a moment later, remnants of a laugh in the back of her throat. “But it is no worry. I am going to keep Zoe warm, maybe later even more than just warm. Maybe hot and sweaty, hah?”

#c:zoe #Anonymous

[MSG:] did i leave my jacket in ur room?? if so pls bring it to me before zoe sees it and tries to murder me again

[TXT:] too late she has already found the jacket

[TXT:] but it is ok i told her it is zeldas not scarletts

[TXT:]

[TXT:] zelda just ran by yelling

#t:scarlett #scxrlettniles

[Zoe] [MSG:] if you really want a dog we can get a dog. just stop bringing home all these puppies!!

[TXT:] :)

[TXT:] little jealous zoe [heart emoji] [heart emoji] [heart emoji]

#t:zoe #Anonymous

bxckgallagher-blog

The first thing Beck noticed about the woman she’d bumped into was that she was tall – the second thing was the muscles, and the third all the scars that littered her body. For a good few seconds her eyes didn’t lift to the face that those features belonged to, and it probably looked a little bit like she was staring at the woman’s breasts (she wasn’t – maybe only for a second or two). “Uh, Dagny looks… fine.” Beck nodded, eventually looking up at the woman, who she assumed was Dagny. The accent that came out of her served as something of a surprise, and the more Beck looked at her and listened to her talk, the more interested she became in her. “Thanks for the advice. I’ll keep it in mind.” A smile grew across her face then, and she realized she was still stood slightly too close to the blonde and took a step backwards. “Yeah, well, I just got here last night. Literally. About two in the morning or something I arrived.” Beck nodded, rustling around in her pockets then for a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. “I’m Beck. And you’re Dagny, right? You a teacher here or… a mature student?”

dcgny-blog

Dagny waited for the other woman’s gaze to lift. Having lived outside of Hollental for gone a year now, she’d grown accustomed to people staring at her during the first few seconds of them meeting. She watched the woman’s eyes travel, though took a moment to glance back over her shoulder towards the field, where she noticed Zoe eyeballing the two of them. Dagny gave her a wave before turning back to the woman she spoke to, a hand coming to rub idly over her stomach. “Yes, Dagny thinks that Dagny looks fine too.” A large grin slipped across her face, and her brows briefly lifted. With the blonde, it was impossible to tell whether she was being suggestive or not. Perhaps the truth of it was that Dagny was always being suggestive. She nodded at the other woman’s next words, large grin growing slightly smaller the more she listened, blue eyes remaining trained to a new face. “Beck.” Dagny repeated the name, then nodded a second time in response to her own. “Hm -- sort of teacher. Dagny... I was brought here to teach these to fight.” And by these she meant the students, of course. “But Dagny was not officially made teacher.” She squinted, trying to figure out whether her new acquaintance was either a teacher or a mature student. Lifting a long finger, she pointed it. “Mature student?”

#c:beck #i love how theyre both in fuckin period clothing in these gifs

[Zoe] [MSG:] you're coming to my dad's birthday this weekend right? he wants to teach you how to play basketball

[TXT:] baskteba ll??/

[TXT:] basketball

[TXT:] ???

[TXT:] yes

[TXT:] [heart emoji]

#t:zoe #Anonymous

[Zoe] "I did it for you. They didn't deserve to still be alive."

“This was not what --” This was not what I wanted. Dagny refrained from finishing her sentence, a scarred hand raising to rub at her forehead. Her head hurt, and she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be feeling just then. She was worried about what this meant, worried for her girlfriend, concerned for her, and, beyond a doubt, completely guilt ridden. This was the first time Zoe had taken a life, lives, and it was Dagny’s fault. She cast her eyes to the lit fireplace, and grabbed its stone mantel to lean against it. If only she’d said nothing of what’d happened to her all those years ago! If she’d just kept it in the past, where it belonged! Dagny had never wanted Zoe to have to do something like this for her, nor to even feel like she needed to. What if something was to happen to Zoe because of this? Because of her. Because she’d wanted someone’s sympathy over what her uncles had put her through as a child, wanted Zoe’s. Dagny wasn’t disappointed, though perhaps she gave off that vibe, she wasn’t sure. She was just -- it was over. Her eyes closed, and she bowed her head. She’d expected this day to feel... good. Expected some weight to be lifted from her shoulders. She would not have to fear them anymore. So why did her stomach remain in knots? And why did they only tighten, not loosen? “Zoe shouldn’t have had to kill for me. And if they find out that it was -- you.” Her jaw briefly clenched. “We need to make up a story for you. Dagny was with Adalwolfa the night you -- ...you cannot say that you were with me. ‘Wolfa will know that you lie. Gozzo was her bondmate and... the father of her daughters, this... this-- oh Zoe.”

#c:zoe #Anonymous

bxckgallagher-blog

So, a human walks into a school for mutants. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. Beck had arrived at Morgana Academy in the middle of the night, after deciding that stopping and staying in any of the dingy motels along the highway wasn’t really worth it, especially when she was so close to her destination. The decision to go to Morgana had been a spur-of-the-moment one that stemmed from a post card she’d received from Alix, and if Beck was honest, her reasons were mostly selfish. For a while she’d felt like she was stagnating. Working the same bar every night, meeting the same kinds of people, going home to the same apartment and doing little with herself until it was time to go to work again. Nothing was fun anymore, and after getting the postcard from her friend, she’d decided a change of scenery was exactly what she needed.

Her biggest problem had come with figuring out exactly what she’d be able to contribute to the academy. Teaching was off the table, unless learning how to make extra strong cocktails was part of the curriculum, and she was hardly suited for security. In the end she’d put down secretarial work, which thankfully they accepted. She suspected most of her time would be spent sat behind a desk typing things into a computer, or organizing files, or something equally as boring – but how boring could it really be when mutants were involved?

For the first time in a while Beck had woken up early that morning, oddly eager to see the school and all its inhabitants in daylight. Part of her was even excited to start working, but upon arriving again at the front desk she found there was nothing to be done. It was sports day at Morgana Academy and most people were outside taking part in or watching the activities. The woman behind the desk told her to take the day off and familiarize herself with the academy and get settled in, and return to start work properly the next day. Beck needed no encouragement where taking the day off was concerned, and made her way outside, deciding to watch the day’s events in hopes of seeing something extraordinary.

Her eyes locked on the field in the distance as she descended the steps from the front door of the academy, and they widened as she spotted someone jump a good forty feet in the air and perform a back flip, to a chorus of loud cheers. She was so busy trying to catch a glimpse of something else happening that she didn’t watch where she was putting her feet, and more or less walked right into the back of someone else. “Jesus – sorry, sorry, totally wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay?”

dcgny-blog

Technically, Dagny fell under faculty, not student, meaning that when it came to the academy’s annual sports day, she wasn’t allowed to take part in any of the races. Having to stand on the sidelines and watch was, for her, more than a little frustrating. Although a lot tamer, it was events like these that really reminded her of home, with all of the cheering and adrenaline. Hollental’s competitions (so to speak) unquestionably held a different air about them to Morgana’s, there was still reservation in people’s excitement here; they didn’t let go as much as Hollental’s people did, but everyone was still having fun, and the energy was near enough the same. It left Dagny itching. She hadn’t sat down since arriving a couple of hours ago, and her pacing back and forth had increased, as had the frown marring her brows deepened further. At least she would get to take part in the later races, wherein she could compete against the staff.

Perhaps one of the only good things that came from being exempt from the student races was that she got to watch Zoe. Those races had stolen all of Dagny’s attention, enough to get her to forget her annoyance at the day. She’d abruptly stopped her backing and forth-ing when her girlfriend had bent to stretch her hamstrings, and as a result someone hit into the back of her. Dagny was barely moved by it, and probably would have ignored the accidental bump if not for the small flurry of words that followed. Dagny pulled a face, and having rolled her eyes she slowly turned to look behind her, dropping her stare from the unfamiliar woman’s face to her feet, then up to her face again. “Does Dagny look okay?” She gestured with a large hand to the rest of her person, because she clearly wasn’t suffering from the run in. “But uh, maybe look next time. There are some here you do not want to accidentally bump in to.” Giving the stranger another once over, Dagny grunted, then offered a brief smile. “Do not know your face.”