wild frost

Private and Semi-selective. OC set in the Marvel universe. Mun is over 21.

[wildfrcst]

the-best-toys‌:

Laying her head against Cal’s, Mira frowned. “You’re not being weird; the world is being weird. When everyone disappeared…we tried to move on; did our best to continue in our lives even though it felt like our very souls were being ripped apart.” She couldn’t speak for herself, exactly. They had been lucky. But she knew her dad had dealt with guilt over Peter. That her Mum had lost some friends from her MI-6 days. James his uncle and some of the Commandos. A turn of events that had apparently hit his mother hard. For all the times Bex had lost either Steve or Bucky, she had always had the Commandos by her side. Losing them was something completely new.

“And then…just when it seemed like we were finally finding our footing…everyone came back. And don’t get me wrong…that was a great thing…but it’s hard. You turn your life upside down, start to come to terms with things, and then just like that…it’s changing again. It’s okay to be upset. And even a little resentful. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Reaching for the room service menu (as Cal most definitely needed to eat), she frowned when she saw her phone light up. EJ’s face displayed across the screen. With a roll of her eyes, she ignored it and handed the menu to Cal. Wasn’t he on a school trip with Peter and Ned? What could he possibly need? “We need dessert. The most decadent, chocolate filled one they have.”

Cal smiled and kissed the top of Mira’s head. They had grown in the past few years. Though that was to be expected. When half the world was gone, priorities changed. The desire to party had gone down and was replaced with the need to hold onto the people around him. His family and close friends. The world was smaller in so many ways. 

“If we’re being decadent, we should get one of each.” He looked it over. “Lord, they have strawberries and cream. This is my kind of room service.”

When her phone lit up again, Cal looked over at it. “Your bro’s really insistent right now.”

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@the-best-toys​ | continued: 

The problem was, lately, if he had too much alcohol and not enough to keep his attention he would start to think too much. Like tonight when it was just him and Mira at the end of a long night, lounging in their hotel room.

Maybe part of it had to do with the way the world had moved the past five years. In a snap, people had been gone. People they had known and loved. The entire world had been turned upside down and then forced to settle in again. And then, thanks to the work of the Avengers, everything was returned. But it wasn’t normal. Even someone like Cal felt different after it all.

“You know, there was this guy I had hooked up with a few months ago. I called him to see if he wanted to go out again. Well. His boyfriend came back after shit was put back together and he was going to be with him.”  He laughed and dropped his head down on Mira’s shoulder. “I’m being weird tonight. I’m sorry.”

[wildfrcst]

Callum Frost - Son of Emma Frost and Sebastian Shaw

Indie and semi-selective OC set in the Marvel universe. 

Mun and muse (in most verses) are over the age of 21

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[wildfrcst]

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He didn’t have to admit it; his mother knew. Not because of her mutant abilities, but because she was a mother. And he was a twenty-something boy with more money than he knew what to do with and too much time on his hands. He reminded her of herself in that way. Her, Adrienne, Christian…none of them had been model citizens in their younger years. She still wasn’t. Though she was trying.

She had come a long way since her days in the Hellfire Club.

So while she had no doubt her son was just as to blame as James, she was going to do what all mothers did and pretend he was blameless. “Well that’s just ridiculous. You and Lina were part of Mira’s circle long before he came along.” Or rather before they began dating. James had been in Mira’s life practically since the beginning. The two just hadn’t gotten on all that well until lately.

“Sounds a bit controlling if you ask me.”

“He’s just exceedingly...good.” He said it like it was the absolute worst thing someone could be. “Mira really likes him, God knows why. And if he was actually trying to control her, I would have knocked out those perfect teeth.” 

It would have been a lot easier if James wasn’t such a nice guy. And maybe that’s what rankled Callum the most. That James Rogers was so...perfect. 

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queenfrcst‌:

@wildfrcst || Continued from [x]

That wasn’t the point. It didn’t matter that ‘the Junior Boy Scout’ as her son called him hadn’t actually hurt Callum; what mattered was that he intended to. And would have, had their…spat…not been broken up. Of course, if James Rogers thought he stood even half a chance against her eldest than he was sorely mistaken.

“Nice to know the Captain has the same poor control over his students and children that he does over his Avengers.” It was comforting. The consistency of Steve’s inadequacy. “Now…dare I ask what this was all about?”

James wasn’t completely to blame for the situation. Callum didn’t make things easier with his poking and prodding at the young avenger. Because he KNEW that there was nothing Rogers could do about it. But it had gotten to be too much for him and he had cracked. Though he probably wouldn’t admit to his mother that he was part of the problem.

“He doesn’t like that Mira is friends with me and Lina.” They were bad influences and all that.

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Hozier - Someone New There's an art to life's distractions, To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through, Some like to imagine, The dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

[katiecherry]

Rosamund Pike

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‘ nothing fucks with my baby . ’ (queenfrcst)

Callum rubbed a hand over his face. The fight hadn’t been one of his worst and it hadn’t been physical. It had been a long time coming though. An argument between the son of the White Queen and the son of Captain America. They had squared up, ready to trade blows, electricity sparking between his fingers. But they had been stopped by Mira and several other baby Avengers.

“It’s nothing to worry about, mother. Just a verbal spat with the junior Boy Scout.”

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bewitchingcassidy‌:

Sandra wasn’t really sure what she was expecting when she went to Cal; she just knew she was feeling (somewhat) guilty about the night before and needed to talk to someone. Someone who was not her mother, father, or Chris.

She could have gone to Aimee, yes. But she knew what Aimee would have said. Ironically, it was the same exact thing Cal had said – those girls deserved it. And it wasn’t like she totally disagreed…they had been kind of awful. She just didn’t think they deserved to wander aimlessly for all time.

Or until they stumbled across someone who knew them.

“No. Just random girls at the club. You’d probably have a better chance of identifying them than I would.”

Cal let out a breath and reached an arm out to wrap around his sister. For all that his morals tended to linger somewhere in the gray area, he wasn’t a complete and total bastard. He could see that his sister was upset by what she had done, even if it had been an accident. He might not tell her exactly what she wanted to hear, but maybe it would be something she needed to hear.

“Sweetheart, if it’s any consolation, I’m sure they’ll be fine. If they’re from the Upper East Side, it means they have money. Someone will either recognize them, or they’ll take them to the cops and find their mommies and daddies. They could use a few hours not knowing who they are.”

[shanehollandered]

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the-best-toys‌:

Yes. Good. Happy! Happy would bring them cookies. Reaching for her phone, she found Happy in her recent calls list and gave him a ring – not really stopping to think that this might not be the best idea; that to call Happy was to basically tell her dad where she was and how drunk she was.

But then that was the problem with being drunk. You didn’t think about these things.

“Happy! Happy we need cookies! You need to bring them. Here. Now. I’ll text you our order.” Question was where to get said cookies from. Or not. As there was only one place still open this time of night. Insomnia Cookies. 

Pulling the phone away from her ear, she quickly typed out an order – one that was more gibberish than anything else but in her mind she was perfectly coherent and Happy would understand exactly what they required. For cookies were a very important part of Salon planning. Obviously.

The modern Salon required cookies. They would have to remember that when they had their Salon. If they remembered the plan later. “We’ll invite the most fashionable. It’ll be a new trend and everyone will be clamoring to be part of it.”

Yes. Happy may ruin their fun by calling Mira’s dad, but at least it would be ruined at the end of the night and not the beginning.

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proud-celebutante‌:

Unfortunately, Cal had a point; were Mira to ever find out they had messed with James’ head, she would never speak to them again. The opposite of what they were trying to have occur. 

“Mira does love Milan. And all the shops will be freshly stocked with the latest in Spring Fashion. Let’s do it! We can leave tonight. Or first thing tomorrow morning. Tell her we’re taking her for brunch and then Surprise! Trip to Europe!”

While Cal usually had no problem using his powers against people he didn’t like (just a little zap here and there), he didn’t want to do anything that would risk their friendship with Mira. They couldn’t do things the easy way. “Tomorrow morning. I’ll make the hotel arrangements, you take care of the plane. This is going to be fun.”

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bewitchingcassidy‌:

@wildfrcst || Continued from [x]

The beginning…right. Made sense. “So Chris and I decided to pop down to Manhattan you know – do the whole ‘double-date’ thing with Aimee and Nate. Well somehow our dinner turned into dinner and dancing and I’m not…I’d rather…” Sandra wasn’t like her best friend. She didn’t relish being the center of attention. Or on the dance floor at all. She much preferred sitting at the table…observing…

It was sometimes something of a sore spot between her and her boyfriend. Tonight being one of those times.

“These girls just kept hitting on him. I guess they thought my not dancing meant we weren’t serious? Then I…I got sick of it and…pretty sure those girls don’t know their own names anymore. Or where they live…which means they’re just wandering aimlessly around the Upper East Side and I…I know I shouldn’t have done it, but…what do I do, Cal?”

“Well, first of all, we’re going to keep this between us because we don’t need you have to sit through lecture about being careful not to use your powers to harm people.” Cal had sat through many of those lectures himself. The grown-ups didn’t really like when the kids played with their powers.

“Okay. Do you remember who they were? Because depending on who it is, they probably deserve it.” That’s probably not what Sandra had in mind when she came to her brother for help.

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[wildfrcst]

‘ i wouldn’t know where to start . ’ (have a half-sister cause I have no control)

“Well, maybe start at the beginning. That’s usually the best place. And we don’t have to go into all the details.” Sarcasm? Yes. But if he didn’t keep his sister on course, this could go on forever. 

[wildfrcst]

‘ all of you a verb in perfect view . ’

Callum smirked from where he was sprawled, head tilting back as he blew out a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. “Darling, you do have a way with words.”