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[lost-summers]

It’s been an hour since the last scream, yelling match or stabbing. All is quiet as people are finally settled or, it was the calm before the storm. Either way Scott’s grateful. Head tips back against the cold concrete. He’s sat in the corner on a dusty hard floor because all the beds are taken but he’s not fussy. Eyes shut preparing to catch some much needed rest until - Scott’s gaze darts up with a look somewhere between surprise and alarm - he only ever heard stomach rumbles like that from Bobby after a few long hours in the danger room.  

He reaches into his pocket, holds up a protein bar. “Please, for all our sakes, feed the beast.”

[quexnside-blog]

Before Lecture|| Scott & Em

[ @professorsummers  ]

Getting into the swing of things had been easy. Then again adjustment period had never been her thing. Emma eased into things with grace and class. Effortless. Flawless. Always. A few session in the morning, walk-ins, lectures and then dissertation observations.  The class had been chosen at random. A time- ungodly early in the morning - and a place to show up and be bored out of her mind yet again. She sat near the middle of the lecture hall. Not quite part of the mass but certainly not alone. If someone had told her to expect an unexpected guest she would have simply rolled her eyes. But the moment the professor has walked in, Emma had felt the pleasantly surprised smirk on her face. What were the odds?

She’d been persistent about the eye contact and yet she’d only observed, never speaking, never drawing more attention to herself or her purpose. Jotting her notes down here and there. But otherwise unobtrusive. A miracle in itself she was sure. But then again, she did have to be a professional. Of course, professionalism only applied to her conduct. The idea clear in how she dressed, but then again the others in the room simply thought she was some student. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. She wicked smirk played on her lips before her teeth gnawed at them clearly distracted by her own thoughts. She almost felt sorry, almost.  At least the semester was going to have something worth looking forward too.

It wasn’t until after the class had dispersed and she remained seated did she let her mind drift. Images of a night that seemed so far away brushing in fleeting bursts across her mind. She waited until the rest of the students had disappeared before she spoke having silently perched herself on the edge of one of the tables. “And what a small world we live in, Professor."  Pushing off, she sauntered toward him slowly, “Fascinating lecture. Who knew such a  boring subject could be so…stimulating. Kudos.”

[alwavslast-blog]

the schools track was kinda boring to run around but today, tommy felt the need for some form of uniformity in the shape of running in circles around a small track. there wasn’t much at the university that interested tommy, he barely got out of bed to go to classes and even then his mind wasn’t exactly paying attention to the tedious things professors wanted from their students. he was more interested in doing something, something with his powers, anything fast - standing still was almost like agony to him. as he rounded the corner, he noticed someone getting onto the track - his curious nature made him want to stop and talk ( annoy ) them. “ wanna race ?? “ tommy yelled out with a smirk as he stopped in front of them. 

[bishcped-blog]

“ oh no. “ kate muttered to herself, straining to reach the ceiling of the training room from a step stool. legs quivering as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to secure a strand of christmas lights to the command hook she’d stuck to the wall. tugging just a little too hard, all of the lights she’d already hung popped off the wall and fell to the ground. with a pitiful sigh, kate rested her forehead against the wall for a moment. “merry freakin’ christmas.” she muttered to herself, picking her head back up just in time to notice that someone else had entered the room. “ major yikes. “ she groaned. “ this really isn’t a great look for me right now. “ with a chuckle, both hands still stretched to the ceiling, she flashed a sweet smile. “ any chance you’d be willing to give me a hand ? “ 

[redhotxredhead-blog]

@a-blonde-with-batons

Being the new kid at school should have been in Mary Jane’s resume by this point--after all the moving growing up she’d become an ace at blending in and going with the flow of new schools. Shield University was proving to be no different. She had declared her major early, settled into her society, and even signed up for a peer mentor-ship. Of course, she’d be the one getting the mentoring, but Aunt Anna thought it would be a great opportunity to make a friend on campus. Not that Mary Jane Watson had ever had problems making friends, only ever had problems keeping them.

She brushed that thought away as she made her way into the library with two steaming cups of coffee in her hands. She’d want to make a good first impression to ensure the other didn’t absolutely despise her from the get-go. For the last couple months MJ had been pen pals with her new mentor Bobbi, and was thrilled to finally get a chance to meet face-to-face. She reserved a table in the library, big enough for laptops and books as well as the coffee she’d brought. Now all she had to do was play the waiting game because MJ just didn’t know how to be anything but early.

[quexnside-blog]

Chance Meetings|| Stephen & Em

[ @arcanum-ego ]

* Three Years Prior * 

She didn't know what she was doing here. Why she'd even submitted her application to be a counselor.  Sebastian was going to have a fit when he found out, but Emma would deal with that as she always did. With poise and grace.  None of that mattered now, though. As she unpacked her two suitcases, Emma banished any thought of what awaited her come to his return to New York.  She had her excuse all wrapped up into a neat present and that was all that mattered.  

She had to shake her head, blonde ponytail flying about her face, thinking of better things. Not that there had been many. She certainly hadn't expected to bring so much, with two more suitcases in her car, but then again the life of luxury was worth it.  With her last blazer hung, Emma took a look around the room. It wasn't a penthouse suite but it wasn't awful. Definitely not home...but it was something.  Moving back toward her door, Emma lost herself in the thoughts that bubbled around her. Useless drama. Useless information. For now, she reminded herself as she turned toward the stairs. Eventually, it would get to the bits she wanted to know.   

As she moved down the stairs and oddly familiar face passed her and she stopped. That was...odd. "Stephen?" she muttered more to herself. Surely there were better things he could be doing with his time. And why here? Swiveling on her heel Emma followed the body closely. She most certainly knew the back of that head. A wicked smirk pulled her lips up. Oh, the things that ran through her head at that moment.  Moving behind him,  close enough he’d feel her without so much as pressing against him. Emma spoke lowly, just loud enough he'd hear. "Do you always have such a way with women?"  There was a soft lightness to her voice, a laugh almost as she repeated the same comment she’d said year prior. “And here I thought this place was going to be dull and boring. Maybe I counted my chickens before they were hatched.”

[quexnside-blog]

Catch Up || Bobbi & Em

[ @a-blonde-with-batons ]

Despite how little she and Bobbi had in common, Emma had found her to be one of the more interesting people on campus. Of course, interesting to Emma Frost usually translated to easily manipulative. And yet Emma hadn't tried to do anything like that to the blonde. But their friendship was still new. The moment she'd found free time she'd suggested getting coffee. Catching up over the rather eventful summer that had stretched out. As she sat there, tracing her finger on the rim of her coffee cup, engrossed in the minds of another student, Emma only half paid attention to the woman's arrival. Her blue gaze only catching the familiar blonde for a moment. A small smile tugged at her painted lips. "Here I thought you were going to stand me up for something more important." Not that she suspected the other woman had anything important in store.

[lost-summers]

Dawn was threatening to break over the horizon, bright streaks blazing through the clouds but the halls of Alpha Pi were already bustling. Sneakers squeaked, weights clanged, coffee was brewed and anyone still left in bed would find their covers ripped off and a raided breakfast table, freshly devoured. Scott missed a great deal about his former life, never quite realising how much he appreciated the quiet mornings and lazy students.

The dojo was quieter. As enthusiastic as its members were, Scott still found few people wanted to start their day with an asskicking. Still, there were generally enough to give him a workout. This morning was no exception.

The blonde kid groaned in pain as Scott crouched over him, patting him on the back. "- What did I say? Guard that right side. You're be alright Joey. Walk it off." he said, a slight sheen of sweat covering him as he pulled the other up. He kept the sigh to himself. That was... lackluster. Looking around, no one was jumping at the chance to take Joey's place, until he spotted a streak of red- the newest addition to their clan. "Fresher, you're up."

@thesovietspider