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i am a diamond. i am, by definition, my own best friend ˚₊‧⁺
EARTH-616 ; emma grace frost, white queen ; nico (18+)
villain, mistress, teacher — once upon a time
based on the 616 comics. set here and there in the timeline, depending. TAGS . VERSES . rules under cut
my other blog : @symbxotxc
“I'm safe with you. I know that.”
❆ "Lesser women would call you a damn fool, darling."
Emma presses her elbow to the mattress, props herself upright. She tugs the thin blanket down with her motion, but little does she care in the moment. Her touch is ice-cold against Scott's chest.
"You've seen what vampirism does to us," she murmurs; the subject matter seems too important to be discussed at full volume. "You've seen what it turns us into."
Her fingertips trail gently down his creamy skin. She doesn't realise it at first, but she's marking the steady thump of the veins just below his epidermis. So easily could she sink her too-sharp teeth into him, bleed him dry, find herself in bed with a carcass and go about her days quietly.
"Some day, you won't be," Emma adds, leaning in close, his earlobe pressing against her lips for just a second. "Some day, you'll be nothing but cheap meal, and then you'll be sorry your poor, sappy heart kept you around this long."
04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence.
❆ She so desperately wants to hate him.
There is much to hate about Scott. Just ask Logan. He's rigid. He can hardly take a joke. He pushes people to be their best selves endlessly.
He sacrifices himself easily.
"You know we can do this one together," Emma whispers, reaching to touch his cheek, to drink in the sight of him. Even through her gloves, he's warmer than she'll ever be, physically and emotionally.
"They'll kill you." Undercover missions are her thing. She's the telepath. She's the one with the people skills. She's not the one who has to wear big, dumb, stupid, bright bloody red sunglasses at all times. "Belly of the beast, have you ever heard that expression?"
Just to drive her point across, Emma presses a kiss to his lips, hands on either side of his face.
"I don't like this," she grumbles, her lipstick smudged.
[ TXT ] : you snore, by the way.
❆ [ TXT ] : excuse me?
[ TXT ] : you must have been hearing logan downstairs. he snores like a bear, you know.
[ TXT ] : i do not snore. perhaps you snore.
༘⋆｡ until midnight.
sentence starters for dancing until midnight, masquerade masks, wine-stained lips, the swirl of skirts, and brushing shoulders with nobility.
you can't keep avoiding the dance floor all night.
if no one else has claimed this one, may i?
just one song, please.
tell me something true before the night ends.
i promise not to step on your feet.
one dance - that's all i'm asking for.
you recognized me, didn't you?
if someone catches us out here, we'll be in trouble.
the wine is terrible.
you have quite captured the room's attention, you know.
you shouldn't be seen talking to me.
forgive the interruption, but you looked like you needed rescuing.
you seem so lonely for someone so surrounded by admirers...
have we met before? your eyes look so familiar.
i hear the host is using this to find a bride.
i've been looking for you all evening.
allow me the honor of dancing with you.
you have become exceedingly difficult to ignore.
i promise to return you to your friends before the gossip starts.
you always talk like the entire room belongs to you.
i've been working up the courage to ask you to dance all evening.
shall we pretend to not hate each other for one night?
i hate acting like i care about these events.
why do you host balls if you always go and sulk in the corner?
here, i got you another glass of champagne.
meet me in the hallway. make sure nobody follows you.
you're making an awful lot of enemies if you keep declining dances.
you could at least pretend to be enjoying the celebrations.
you're so unconcerned with appearances. it baffles me.
the terrace is certainly quieter than out here. join me?
you danced with everyone but me.
oh, it's raining - do you want to stay a little longer?
if i speak honestly, everything changes.
He spins in his chair to fully face her, half of a beef stick sticking out of his mouth. Quickly, he chews, setting down the other half before gesturing for her to pull up a seat.
"Sorry, I thought you were a student. They love to come spend time
"Emma Frost. Yes, I saw the email from Principal Harrison about your acceptance. Mrs. Norris wasn't the best English teacher so I'm glad we've gotten a new one." He adjusts his position on his seat for a second.
"Biology, yes. Chemistry sometimes. Really depends on what the school needs." The school was underfunded and he stepped in where he could to teach different subjects. He was a certified K-12 science teacher and could THEORETICALLY teach all grades. It was just a matter of refreshing his knowledge of childhood development.
"Oh! good. There was an email. That's good."
She's always a little bit awkward when it comes to meeting new people. (it's her father's fault, she knows that, but she's an adult now, and that's not a thing that adults say) But this Grace guy seems nice! She's heard good things about him from the students (their mouths. from their mouths. she speaks to people.) and the other teachers.
"I'm sorry to hear about Mrs. Norris," Emma says, stepping into the room, hands in front of herself. "It's a shame—I mean, why would you go into the business if you weren't passionate, right?"
The students' chairs are just fine for her to sit on, and so she does, next to his desk. One leg crossed over the other, hands in her lap, she smiles, perfectly normal.
"How long have you worked here?" she asks. "I really like your classroom. It's... I mean, the kids must look forward to your period, I'm sure."
“Okay. Thank you.” He says softly. She didn’t seem like she had a mean bone in her body which he was grateful for. His nerves were gradually melting away but it would take time, even if she continued to be so pleasant. “What kinda things do you look for in people’s minds? Can you see memories?” He asked out of curiosity, tilting his head to the side. What an innocent point of view.
As she lowered herself to his height, the tightness in his shoulders began to dissipate. He watches as she uses her powers and gasps softly, big eyes focused on her.
“How do you do that? Does it hurt?” He gently reaches out to touch her hand, not thinking much about the physical contact, only to feel her skin normal and soft. Huh. “That’s really cool.” He smiles a little, giggling. “I wish I could do something like that! You look like you’d belong in a museum..”
"I do, do I? You're very kind, my dear."
She's no stranger to oohs and ahhs, of course, but she'll tone down her reactions for the child in front of her. Her nails glimmer in the light, as does her skin, as do his eyes. It's a relief, seeing him feeling better.
"It's part of my mutation," Emma explains, and she boops him on the nose with a diamond fingertip. "It turns off my telepathy, but it's mighty useful in a fight, wouldn't you say?"
Seamlessly, her skin goes back to its natural pale hue, and then she dusts herself off. (there is no real residue, but she loves to put on a show, and it gives her hands something to do.)
"You have a lot of questions," Emma smiles, amused. "It doesn't hurt. I wouldn't use it so much if it did. Although," she adds, remembering Logan, "some people do stuff that hurts them when they're very stupid. Don't do stuff that hurts you, alright? There isn't a good reason to do that at all."
@whxtequxxn asked: [ tie reversed ] - for sender to help receiver do their tie
Emma Frost, undeniably beautiful woman and powerful telepath, meets Clark Kent, who has absolutely no poker face to speak of and gets flustered if he makes eye contact with someone for too long. What a duo they make.
He's avoiding eye contact now, as a matter of fact, staring up at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling and trying desperately to fool himself that his head's tipped up far enough to hide the furious blush in his cheeks. His hands hover helplessly in the air beside hers, unwilling to take over the task of fixing his tie, but unsure what else they could do.
Had his tie even needed fixing? Usually he tightens the knot throughout the night at these sorts of events, unwilling to risk something as simple as an open shirt reveal the familiar red-blue costume hiding underneath his work clothes.
❝ Ms. Frost, please— I-I assure you, I'm more than capable of doing this myself— ❞
"Perhaps you think so, but those investors will know the difference."
She's not being nasty, for once. She hasn't delved into his mind very deeply—always more important mingling to be done at an event like this—but it's near impossible for anybody, telepaths included, not to notice the sheer, buttery good emanating from this man. It'd be nauseating if it weren't so addictive.
Her hands are practiced; though she hasn't worn a tie very often herself (she might mark it down for the future, though) she's been with people who have, and it's been an ordeal enough times that she remembers pulling the instructional videos from their minds and applying them just to end that ever-awkward moment.
"There," Emma says, her hand lingering on the center of Clark's chest before she pulls away with a smirk. "It's all about appearances in these circles. They'll treat you with more respect this way, give you better intel. Lots to learn about this crowd, Mr. Kent."
(@ itsy-bitsy) "Darling, you're a little young to be out here, aren't you?"
I don’t remember maybe inbox call // accepting!
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Peter’s eyes widen when he hears a familiar voice. For a second there, one might assume he was scared to face her, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Peter turns around lifting his very clearly homemade mask and grins up at Emma, seeming proud.
“Ms.Frost.” His voice is filled with clear adoration for her, all smiley and excited to show her his progress. “I wanted to help. I got these powers so why can’t I help people? You help people, right?” His eyes search hers for something he can’t quite name. “So….Im a Spider now…” He scrunches his face, “Well, I’m still working on the name…”
Bless his little superhero heart.
"Oh, my dear, you're positively radiant," Emma gasps, reaching down to give him a pat on the head.
He's still far too small, however. He's too little for this type of fighting. Emma knows—don't think about the hellions right now, it's not proper—well, children really can't handle everything that adults can, especially not mentally. God, what she's seen in Xavier's students' minds.
"You're a wall-crawling menace, aren't you?" Emma stands straight, hands on her hips. (For a moment, she wishes her costume were more appropriate.) "Don't you go and get hurt, now. I'd hate to see you stick to walls with a spiderweb cast on yourself."
"Sorry, I don't believe we had a meeting. I am grading papers."
OPEN STARTER
"Ah, I'm sorry for interrupting you, then."
Darn. That's what she gets for being outgoing instead of eating her lunch all alone in her new classroom. Emma tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and smiles tentatively.
"I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm new here—they gave me the room next to yours," she tells the man. Might as well make friends with her classroom neighbors while she's here, right? It's the polite thing to do. She wants to be polite in this new life of hers.
"Emma Frost," she adds. "English. You're— biology, right?"
@whxtequxxn asked:
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❝Holy shit, that's a lot of skin-❞
Robert is aghast at himself. He has no idea what possessed him to say that out loud, but it's out there. The proverbial bell cannot un-ring, and the awful blunt, lecherous truth is just out there now, ready to cause all sorts of havoc. Why was he even LOOKING, huh? Didn't anyone raise him right? His guilt and self-loathing know no bounds.
❝Um... sorry. I mean... uh...❞ He rubs the back of his neck as he backs away, eyes averted to the ground, the sky- something in the vague middle-distance. A lot of skin, and a lot of white. Silk, leather, furs and diamonds are all part of a very posh spectrum, all of it too rich for his blood anyway. ❝Did you need direction to the uh office?❞
Meeting new people is always a gamble, but they're lucky she kills in Vegas.
"So I've heard," Emma says, waving her hand in the air. Her heels click-clack on the floor until she stands, hand on her hip, in front of the man whose thoughts she can hear race. Somewhat endearing.
(Perhaps on a better day, she would have been more playful with the sentiment. On a better day, however, she wouldn't be walking through what she vaguely remembers as a government building and meeting with who she recognises as—what, an office worker?)
"Yes, actually, you may help me." With a click of her fingers, she gesticulates towards the rest of the room. "I'm supposed to meet a man about a dispatching job, and so far all I've been handed is a bunch of dress code complaints. Do you know where— Jesus, Robert Robertson? There's a name."
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STRANGERS / NO ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ( crushes, rivals, acquaintances, mutual pining, people who technically have no claim over each other )
“it's none of my business... so why does it bother me?”
“who was that you left with?”
“i don't know why i expected you to wait for me.”
“they're clearly interested in you.”
“you looked happy talking to them.”
“i don't get a say in who you spend time with.”
“i keep telling myself i don't care.”
“i shouldn't be jealous. we aren't anything.”
“why am i disappointed?”
“you don't even know i like you.”
“you smiled at them the way i wish you'd smile at me.”
“forget i asked.”
“you probably don't even remember my name.”
“they're better for you than i could ever be.”
“i was going to ask you out... until i saw that.”
“do you always flirt like that?”
“guess i was too late.”
“i hate that i noticed.”
“you're impossible to ignore.”
"maybe i made this all up in my head."
FRIENDS TO SOMETHING ELSE ( close friends, mutual feelings, unresolved tension )
“since when do you keep secrets from me?”
“you've been spending a lot of time with them.”
“i miss when it was just us.”
“you don't laugh with me like that anymore.”
“did they replace me?”
“i'm not asking you to choose.”
“...would you choose them?”
“i didn't realize i could lose you before i even had you.”
“you forgot our plans.”
“you always make time for them.”
“i know we're just friends.”
“so why does this hurt?”
“you don't need me anymore.”
“i hate seeing someone else become your favorite person.”
“i wish you'd notice me first.”
“am i imagining the distance between us?”
“you've changed.”
“or maybe i just finally noticed.”
“i don't want things between us to change.”
"i think they already have."
NEW RELATIONSHIP ( still learning each other, insecurity, uncertainty )
“i know we're together, but...”
“who keeps texting you?”
“you still talk to them?”
“you never mentioned them before.”
“should i be worried?”
“i don't know where i fit into your life yet.”
“i hate feeling this insecure.”
“tell me i'm enough.”
“i don't want to be the jealous partner.”
“i just don't want to lose you.”
“you said they were just a friend.”
“can you understand why that looked bad?”
“i'm trying to trust you.”
“please don't give me a reason not to.”
“why didn't you tell me?”
“i would've understood.”
“you don't have to hide people from me.”
“just don't hide the truth.”
“talk to me.”
"don't shut me out."
ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ( dating, married, long-term partners )
“look at me, not them.”
“i saw the way they looked at you.”
“and you let them.”
“tell me i'm overthinking.”
“you always defend them.”
“you forgot about me tonight.”
“i shouldn't have to compete with anyone.”
“have i become predictable?”
“do i still make your heart race?”
“you're pulling away.”
“don't tell me nothing's wrong.”
“something changed.”
“you used to reach for my hand.”
“now you don't even notice when i'm gone.”
“am i still the person you come home to?”
“you didn't even notice i was upset.”
“tell me we're okay.”
“i need to hear you say it.”
“choose me.”
"please."
EXES ( old feelings, unfinished business, messy reunions )
“so... you're seeing someone.”
“they seem nice.”
“i hate that they're not me.”
“i shouldn't care anymore.”
“apparently i still do.”
“did you ever love me the way you love them?”
“do they know your favorite song?”
“do you tell them the same things you told me?”
“was i really that easy to replace?”
“you moved on faster than i expected.”
“i keep comparing them to myself.”
“i always lose.”
“you look happier now.”
“i'm glad... i think.”
“do you ever miss us?”
“be honest.”
“have you forgotten me already?”
“i haven't figured out how to.”
"i wish i didn't still love you."
ONE-SIDED / UNREQUITED ( loving someone who doesn't love you back )
“you don't even know.”
“you keep talking to me about them.”
“every word feels like another knife.”
“i hope they make you happy.”
“i wish i could be happy for you.”
“i almost told you.”
“now i never will.”
“you're looking at the wrong person.”
“i've been here the whole time.”
“you just never looked.”
“they don't love you like i could.”
“it's pathetic, isn't it?”
“i'm rooting for your happiness.”
“even when it breaks mine.”
“you'll never know how much this hurts.”
“i don't want to resent them.”
“but i do.”
“i hate myself for that.”
“maybe one day i'll stop loving you.”
"today isn't that day."
POSSESSIVE / TOXIC ( intentionally unhealthy dynamics for fictional purposes )
“where were you?”
“answer me.”
“who gave you permission to leave with them?”
“you're avoiding me.”
“don't lie.”
“i know you're hiding something.”
“you're mine.”
“say i'm wrong.”
“why were they touching you?”
“don't make me ask twice.”
“you knew this would upset me.”
“maybe that was the point.”
“i don't like sharing what's mine.”
“look at me when i'm talking to you.”
“tell them to leave.”
“now.”
“you're choosing them over me.”
“remember that.”
“don't test my patience.”
"you're playing a dangerous game."
AFTER THE FIGHT ( regret, reconciliation, vulnerability )
“i'm sorry.”
“i let my jealousy speak for me.”
“i know i crossed a line.”
“can we start over?”
“i was scared.”
“not angry.”
“scared of losing you.”
“i should've trusted you.”
“instead, i pushed you away.”
“do you think we can fix this?”
“i don't want jealousy to be the thing that ruins us.”
“i should've talked to you.”
“instead, i assumed the worst.”
“tell me what you need from me.”
“i'm listening this time.”
“i never wanted to hurt you.”
“i just didn't know how to tell you i was afraid.”
“please don't give up on us.”
“can you forgive me?”
"will you stay?"
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) ... ( a collection of texting prompts, part two. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )
[ TXT ] : you could just say you're sorry.
[ TXT ] : this doesn't mean i forgive you.
[ TXT ] : be outside in two minutes or you're dead, i mean it.
[ TXT ] : the least you could do is let me know you're okay.
[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?
[ TXT ] : i think i lost my [ ITEM ]. is it there?
[ TXT ] : where are you? nobody's heard from you.
[ TXT ] : pick up. pick up. pick up.
[ TXT ] : what if i said i'm outside?
[ TXT ] : keep me posted.
[ TXT ] : i want to kiss you so bad it hurts.
[ TXT ] : send me your location.
[ TXT ] : i hope this is some sort of emergency.
[ TXT ] : i woke up and you were gone.
[ TXT ] : they know. i don't know how, but they know.
[ TXT ] : don't come home yet. i'll explain later.
[ TXT ] : don't say i didn't warn you.
[ TXT ] : i can't tell if you're mad at me...
[ TXT ] : just trust me, ok?
[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] you left this behind.
[ TXT ] : are we still on for tonight?
[ TXT ] : i want you to admit what you did.
[ TXT ] : did you just hang up on me?
[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about this?
[ TXT ] : this is bigger than both of us now.
[ TXT ] : i'm still waiting.
[ TXT ] : what are you doing tomorrow night?
[ TXT ] : fine, i'll do it myself.
[ TXT ] : you're still my emergency contact.
[ TXT ] : stop, you're making me blush.
[ TXT ] : i lied earlier. i'm not fine.
[ TXT ] : [ MEDIA ] ... delete this after you look.
[ TXT ] : i'm not joking.
[ TXT ] : what happened to "never again"?
[ TXT ] : i just want to make sure you know you're not alone.
[ TXT ] : i don't know who else to call.
[ TXT ] : can't stop thinking about you.
[ TXT ] : you couldn't have told me this in person??
[ TXT ] : i can't wait to see you again.
[ TXT ] : did i do something wrong?
[ TXT ] : i can't help you if you don't let me.
[ TXT ] : i have ... sort of a favor to ask.
[ TXT ] : i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up?
[ TXT ] : you looked at me different tonight.
[ TXT ] : i don't want to be alone right now.
[ TXT ] : i can't believe you'd actually say that.
[ TXT ] : don't worry, i handled it.
[ TXT ] : i didn't think this through.
[ TXT ] : give me a straight answer.
[ TXT ] : if you go to the cops, so will i.
[ TXT ] : someone's feeling bold today.
[ TXT ] : were you ever going to tell me?
[ TXT ] : i shouldn't have said that.
[ TXT ] : we kind of have a situation...
[ TXT ] : i keep re-reading our old messages.
[ TXT ] : like, a BODY-body??
[ TXT ] : you should hate me right now.
[ TXT ] : i didn't plan for this, either.
[ TXT ] : i know you're reading these.
[ TXT ] : have you been taking care of yourself?
[ TXT ] : it's getting really bad again.
[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] am i doing this right...?
[ TXT ] : i'm coming over whether you want me to or not.
[ TXT ] : i need you to delete our texts.
[ TXT ] : were you at [ LOCATION ] yesterday?
[ TXT ] : you got anywhere to be later?
[ TXT ] : i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice.
[ TXT ] : are you having fun?
[ TXT ] : i'm on my way, don't go anywhere.
[ TXT ] : it's been awhile, we should meet up somewhere.
[ TXT ] : oh my god, are you bailing again?
[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... this reminded me of you.
[ TXT ] : so that's it? we're just... done?
[ TXT ] : wear the [ ITEM ] i got you tonight.
[ TXT ] : you looked at me different tonight.
[ TXT ] : bring a jacket, it's freezing.
[ TXT ] : your secret is safe with me.
[ TXT ] : this wasn't meant for you. forget you saw that.
[ TXT ] : do i need to come over?
[ TXT ] : stop, you're making me blush.
[ TXT ] : you're running out of time.
[ TXT ] : don't bother making excuses.
[ TXT ] : i see you typing...
[ TXT ] : i don't think i caught your name.
[ TXT ] : they know. i don't know how, but they know.
[ TXT ] : i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
[ TXT ] : you snore, by the way.
[ TXT ] : show me what you're working on.
[ TXT ] : call me right now, it's an emergency.
[ TXT ] : if i tell you something, promise you won't freak out.
[ TXT ] : i thought you were dead.
[ TXT ] : this is all a big mistake.
[ TXT ] : movie's showing tonight at 9, are you in?
[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] ... miss this yet?
[ TXT ] : you don't have to be such an asshole.
[ TXT ] : you know what you're doing to me.
[ TXT ] : i just heard what happened... are you okay?
[ TXT ] : you owe me one.
[ TXT ] : i miss you so much.
[ TXT ] : can you send me the photos from last night?
[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... have you seen this??? [ NAME ]??
[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful last night.
[ TXT ] : can i see that beautiful face?
[ TXT ] : i kept your stuff. in case you ever wanted it back.
[ TXT ] : sorry, i'm running late.
[ TXT ] : i'm not supposed to be talking to you.
[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.
[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... don't freak out.
[ TXT ] : i think my phone is tapped.
[ TXT ] : hold on, i'm in the middle of something.
[ TXT ] : just checking to see if you've blocked me...
[ TXT ] : you can't tell anyone about this.
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
❆ "Well! that depends whether that look on your face is directed towards me."
Honestly, how rude, to burst into someone's office and then judge them for their business. The woman looks somewhat familiar, yes, but Emma doesn't sense any recognition at the forefront of her mind. She hasn't done anything to the redhead specifically—not yet, anyway.
"What are you doing up here?" Emma asks, side-glancing the elevator. Sure enough, the operator's been knocked out. Quite rude, she finds.
A quick telepathic scan would tell her all she needs to know, but somehow, the woman seems... guarded against her power. This may be bad. Still, far be it from her to lose face.
"I assume you're not here for a business meeting. Tell me, then. Before I find out."
