#skylar-saunders

[osmosxs]

amuse me (because i thought it could be cute)

Anna’s childhood wasn’t full of hugs and kisses, bedtime stories, or families sitting down to share meals. Coming to Xavier’s had shown her she wasn’t alone, but it also gave her a purpose. These kids didn’t have to grow up without anyone to love them. So she took the time to check in with each and every one of her students, give them smiles in the hall, and most of all love them as her own. Even the older ones, and sometimes especially the older ones.

“How’s this one?” she asks, pulling a face with her cheeks sucked in as if she’s applying blush. Her eyes squinted like she’s looking into a burning sun, hands on her hips. “Or this one?” Her facial features relax, an almost demure look takes over instead. Shifting her upper body so she’s looking over her shoulder at Skylar, she breathes an airy sigh.

Dropping the act entirely, she looks at the younger woman with raised brows. “What’a’ya think, sugah? Which pose is betta’ for my ID, huh?” It was picture day, and if pulling stupid faces for the next half hour would keep Skylar smiling til then- she would do so gladly. “Ya know what?” she huffs as if she can’t believe she forgot this one. “How ‘bout this one here?” Sucking her lips in, she puckered them like a fish and made accompanying noises as she leaned in close to Skylar with tickle fingers at the ready.

[pyrotxchnicality]

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A memory that leaves her laughing

The mall had closed over an hour ago, but she and Fiona had managed to hide away in one of the utility closets of the arcade. How no one had heard them giggling as they unwrapped Tootsie Roll after Tootsie Roll, she’s not sure. Obviously someone in mall security needed to be fired. Some would find the quiet mall eerie, but the silence made Jubilee’s heart race with excitement. Fiona held the plastic tub of mini chocolate candies from behind the prize desk underneath one arm while she tried the cash register drawer.

Jubilee’s head tips back as she lets out a bark of laughter, “They clear the register Fiona, you’re not going to get anything.” Her friend just hushes her and tries it once more before giving up. They traipse out of the arcade and glance both ways before skipping down the still escalator. Their footsteps like giant robots, metallic clangs filling up the empty space around them. Before they hit the bottom, Jubilee spots the orange gleam of a flashlight on the top floor. Heading straight for them, letting out another obnoxious bout of laughter, Jubilee pushes her friend down the last three steps.

“Run!” she whispers, as if she hadn’t already made them known to the security guard shouting after them.