#but since everybody and they mama is getting off from class too the bus was packed asf

[wasteland-lover]

pics from like two days ago

#RANT -> #now that i FINALLY got my wifi installed lemme yall yall what happened🤦🏿‍♀️ #so like an hour before i took these pics i was on the bus going back home from class right? #but since everybody and they mama is getting off from class too the bus was packed asf #and im like the last person to get on and there were no seats left BUT this one guy decides to get up and give me his seat #so i don’t have to stand #and im like okay he’s just being nice whatever whatever #and when the but gets to my stop i obviously get off so i can get my ass home #but lemme tell you #as im literally going ok the stairs to get into my apartment #tell me why this nigga i see this nigga from the corner of my eye tryna wave me down😐 #he was calling for my attention and everything but i didn’t hear his ass bcs i had my earbuds on #anyways he was standing at the bottom of the stairwell like a dumbass and goes onto say ‘oh hi i just wanted to tell you that ur cute🤓’ #and then he asks for my name and shit and then tells his #even though my ass did NAWT care to know that shit #and then ofc im like ‘what grade you in?🤨’ #come to find out he’s a SENIOR?? #after that i basically was like hell nah imma freshman dawg💀 #and cuz this mf was hella lame he left and said sumn like ‘oh well have a good one even tho i still think ur cute🥹’ #like bro you followed me all the way back to my building just to waste my time tf wrong witchu😐 #me. [🧍🏿‍♀️]

[i-writes-things]

Field Trip? Really?

Natasha x Daughter!reader

Fluff, mama nat <3

request- Hello could you please read it is Natasha's daughter and she's going on a school trip to the avengers tower but nobody knows that Natasha is her mother @maveldc25

Warnings- mention of choking on water, one swear word, and mama nat <3

Extra Pairings::

Peter Parker x Romanoff!reader

Romanoff!reader x bestfriend

Not my gif* found on pinterest

F/N = Friends name

You walked into class and, the second you sat down and read the board you almost had a heart attack:

SCHOOL FLEID TRIP TODAY!! AVENGERS TOWER :)

You half choked on the water you had sipped from your water bottle, earning a few glances from classmates to see if you were ok.

Then all of a sudden you remembered a few weeks ago

---

*Flashback to two weeks ago*

"Ok, Class you can all pack up a little early, today... On that note, In two weeks we will be going on a field trip to, The Avengers Tower, the Avengers will be there to give us, well a little tour!" Your teacher exclaimed, clearly a bit excited herself.

You on the other hand, you were in shock.

COMPLETE SHOCK.

----

Peter stopped you in the hall after school was over

"Y/n!" He shouted your name

You turned around and smiled at him "yes?"

He looked worried "Well what are you gonna do?"

"Don't know." Your smile drops trying to think of things to do "You know we aren't in the same block, right? Just the same class"

"Yeah, I know." He rolled his eyes.

"So then you have nothing to worry about." You smirk at him, walking away and trying to rack your brain of a way to get out of it.

It's not like you could stay home, AT THE AVENGERS TOWER..!!

----

The bus ride was thankfully not too long, but the second the Tower was in view, you got a bit nervous of the possibilities, you tried remembering that they don't know, but if anyone could blow it for you, it was ALL OF THE AVENGERS

Sadly they would all be there...

---

Your class was jumbled in a group near the front doors, each group in front of you leaving one by one, and seeing Peter's class walk off with Steve Rogers, Ned admiring him and flash taking multiple pictures of Mr. America.

The group in front of you left with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, you remember the night before them arguing about having to be some sort of team the next day. They never shared the specifics.

You hadn't seen Natasha and hoped to God that she wasn't leading your group.

Then out walked, none other than..

The Natasha Romanoff herself, and you hid behind the group, trying to not be seen.

----

Your teacher on the other hand, moved towards her "Hello! I am Eliza, this classes main teacher! It's so nice to meet you! The whole class is so excited to learn all about the Avengers Tower and everyone inside it!!" Your teacher exclaimed happily shaking her hand

Natasha quickly scanned the group, smiling at them, completely missing you.

"Yes, very nice to meet all of you!" She gave a small smile

"Well, we should get started." She turned on her heel and walked off towards the elevators as you all quickly followed

You were somehow squished two kids away from your mom on the elevator, thankfully the two kids where rather tall.

Blocking you from Natasha's view.

----

You had forgotten how cool the Tower really was..

The lab had totally be redone since you last went in, and all the floors you went on seemed totally different, then what you remembered..

----

Natasha, After maybe 20 minutes had finally spotted you talking to one of your friends in the class, while everyone was walking around the Lab.

You looked up from Tony's latest invention in progress and stared right into your mother's eyes, from across the room, and she was smiling at you. The second you noticed who you were looking at, you looked away and walked over to rest of the group, looking at one of The IronMan suits, with your friend, now by your side.

"Alright everyone, we should be moving on.." Your mom said looking over your classmates and landing on you, as voices exclaimed how cool Tony Stark is..

She smiles to herself as everyone lines up, you reminded her of how you were when you first got to the Tower, so shy and unwilling to keep eye contact for very long, your nerves use to keep you from it.

You get pulled to the front, as your friend wanted to stand closer to ✨The Black Widow ✨

It was stupid, that just because no one knew that Natasha Romanoff was your mom, you were nervous. It would have been better if you were in the back, but your friend would have insisted on standing in the front.

----

You were now in one of the many common rooms, the one that not everyone used very much, you were walking with your friend looking at the all the group photos of the Avengers on the wall with dates, you moved away from your friend to look for the year you came to the Tower, almost 6 years ago...

You found it and smiled to yourself remembering where you stood for the photo.

Right next to Natasha, you remembered hugging her side and when she laughed, you smiled just slightly and the photo was taken..

You weren't in the photo on the wall, but you remember they took two photos, you were only in one.

---

"Hey! Everybody gather round. Gather Round!" Your teacher clapped her hands and we all took seats, facing the wall of the pictures, either on the ground or if you were lucky, which you weren't, some people got to sit on the couch.

"There all yours.." Your teacher smiled at Miss Romanoff

"Thank you.. As you all could see we have dates on all our yearly photos,"

She glanced at you

"we have a few copies of each that everyone can chose one and take it home, at the end!" She slowly continued, after the few claps died down from your fascinated teacher

"My personal favorite is.." She points to a photo in the middle of the wall

You started to get nervous again

"this one.." She smiled softly and glanced at you again before looking at the rest of the group of happy faces

She was pointing at the photo, they had taken almost 6 years ago...

You never knew that.

You never knew she had a favorite.

You never knew you were her favorite.

You smiled genuinely to yourself, well to yourself and Natasha saw you as she was helping your teacher hand out photos

You were nervous again, but..

You were happy. <3

---

Natasha took your whole class to the Tower's Gym, exclusively showing you all where The Tony Stark worked out.

It was cool seeing it, like you weren't in there yesterday, kicking Mr. America's ass

----

Now that the day was coming to a close, Natasha took your class back down the elevator to the lobby.

When you all got in the elevator, you stood right next to Natasha, your friend right next to you looking at the wall

"F/N?" You whispered

They looked over at you, and gave a small smile

"Wanna switch spots?" There face lit up with joy and nodded

You both moved and you looked over at your friend smiling excitedly to themselves.

You smiled at the scene.

----

After getting off the elevator, your friend told you every little detail about what happened very excitedly...

"EVERYONE LINE UP" Your teacher shouted at you all

"WAIT WAIT-" Everyone's jaw dropped

You looked over and saw that...

Tony Stark had walked out into the lobby, and a few kids from all the different classes were taking photos of him

"Before you go.." He swooshed his hand to the side and behind him was a fancy box filled with pens that had the "Stark" logo on them

Multiple kids ran up, as everyone, besides yourself, followed.

Tony noticed you weren't in the messy line for a pen, then did a double take and scrunched up his face

You gave a small wave

He understood immediately and shot you some hand guns

Natasha saw the whole thing and was biting the inside of her cheek trying to not laugh.

Your friend came back showing you the pen, admiring it fully..

You were glad your friend as least wasn't stressed out by this outing.

----

Once back at school, everyone was talking happily with each other, wearing their backpacks waiting for the final bell

*DING*

You said a 'goodbye' to your friend, and they thanked you for the elevator ride, saying you were a good friend.

-----

You pushed open the heavy door to the outside, the light blinding you for a split second, as you walked towards the familiar black tinted car

You opened the door and sat down

"Hey mama.." You closed the door

"Hey bub, how was your day?" She questioned you oddly, starting the car

"It was good, um it was really fun." You changed your answer after registering what she had asked

"It was, really fun.." You look down at your hands and hesitated but finally said

"I never knew that was your favorite photo."

Your mother smiled "It is.. The one with you, I mean.." She said checking to make sure no cars were coming to make a right at the light

You smiled again, this time out the window at the passing trees..

Natasha looked over at you at the red light and smiled to herself, leaning over to kiss your head

"Love you, Y/n/n."

"Love you, mama."



#natasha romanoff #mama nat #mama nat <3 #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x teen reader #Natasha x teen!daughter!reader #natasha x child!reader #avengers #tony stark #platonic #mama nat x adopted!daughter!reader #platonic avengers #the tower #peter parker x y/n

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Regina George

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You technically don’t meet Regina, but she first talks to you one day after school while you’re walking to the bus stop.

- You see, you’re a part of the school yearbook; a photographer to be specific, and took photography class so you were fiddling with your camera while you were walking. You being a part of the yearbook was also initially the reason that she talked to you since Regina doesn’t give the time of day to people like you unless she wants something.

- So there you were, walking across the school yard when Regina fucking George called out to you.

- Now everybody knows who Regina is; which is why I said you didn’t technically meet, and Regina knows that they do, but she’s learned how to play people so she introduces herself. You shyly greet her back, wondering what she’s doing talking to you before she says “oh wow” and begins to ask about your camera.

- You don’t know enough about Regina at this point to realize that she’s playing you like a fiddle so you timidly talk to her for a while before your photography class comes up into conversation. She asks what you do in it and you mention the project you’ve just been assigned: having to pick one or a few subjects and photograph them for about half the year.

- She asks if you’ve chosen someone yet, you mention that you’ll probably choose one of your friends and she says an “oh” which has you hanging on to her next words.

“Well,” she says somewhat pointedly, “I was just thinking, I mean, you’ll have the rest of your life to photograph your friends, and I’m sure you do it all the time. So maybe you should pick a new subject?”

“If you wanted,” she says after you seem to be considering her words. “We’d be more than happy to help you out. You can come hang out with us and build up your portfolio.”

- You ask if she’s sure and she sweetly reassures you, writing down her number and telling you to think about it.

- Well bless your gay little heart, of course you say yes! You’re practically mesmerized by her! It’s just too bad that she only sees you as her own personal photographer ...at least at first.

- So you begin to hang out with the plastics, shocking everyone in your school whenever they actually give you the time of day. Though, of course, they have to give you a makeover and teach you the rules first.

- Everywhere you go, you bring your camera and snap some photos of them, oftentimes at their request. When you’re at school events working on the yearbook, Regina will call your name and you’ll obediently take some pictures of her/them wherever they are. Blinded by your growing crush on the mean girl, you don’t realize what’s happening, especially since she really seems to think of you as a friend.

- I mean, why would she tell guys with newfound interest in you to leave you alone or force you to hang out with her instead of your loser friends/boyfriend or call you up and tell you to sneak out and hang out with her.

- Truth be told, Regina George had taken an actually liking to you and perhaps it had started purely because of the attention you were getting from guys. Regina liked having what other couldnt and now that you were desired; and for other reasons, she wanted you.

- Things come to a head when Gretchen accidentally let slip exactly why Regina had made you their friend after the blonde upset her. The confession had come as a shock but at the same time, you felt dirty, like you’d known all along that it was too good to be true and this was just proving to you that it was.

- You were hurt, you were upset, you were ...angry. How dare she use you like that? Pretend to be your friend for some goddamn photos!

- You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of blowing up on her, of letting her drop you from the group herself after you “overstepped your boundaries”, so, you ignored her. You didn’t answer her calls, avoided her at school, blatantly ignored her when she called after you. You gave her the silent treatment and it gave you a sick sense of victory.

- Regina hates being ignored and not having control of everything so you; someone she’s grown to have feelings for, just up and ignoring her like she was some common geek really pissed her off. God, you should have seen her after Gretchen admitted she’d told you; the blonde could have killed her.

- So now that the blonde knew what was wrong, she started working towards fixing the mess the “brunette bitch” had made. You obviously weren’t returning her calls nor letting her come near you at school, so she had to surprise you somewhere, somewhere you couldn’t get rid of her. The schools darkroom.

- No one was around there after school, well, no one besides you so when the blonde entered and shut the door behind her, tapping on your shoulder as music blared in your headphones, you nearly had a heart attack.

- Out of sheer shock and anger, you began to yell at her, hurling a few “what the hell is wrong with yous” and insults and explaining that you don’t want to see her. She remains blank faced before she tells you to shut up, successfully shocking you into silence.

- She told you that yes, initially she’d only talked to you for the photos but even then, she saw potential in you, she saw something she liked in you. She thought her interest in you was just some sort of jealousy thing but then she figured out that it was something more. When guys asked you out; well when they tried to, she felt the same way she felt when Aaron Samuels ignored her for some other girl.

- And then she asked if you would go out with her, well, she sort of demanded that you’d go out with her and for better or for worse, you said you would.

- For your first date, the two of you go to the mall together. You spend a few hours shopping around, getting coffees and talking like normal humans. It’s no surprise that you have a good time but you are surprised by how natural it feels to be with her.

- The two of you share your first kiss a few days later, after you’d gone to some party that she’d insisted you attend with her. Some guy had hit on you, causing her to subsequently pretend that she was tired of the place and wanted to go home. Once you were back in her car, she’d pulled you into a rough, obviously jealous kiss, leaving you grinning while she began to drive away.

- And thus, the queen of the plastics became your queen.

- Regina isn’t a huge fan of Pda unless she knows that someone in the vicinity has a crush on you. If there’s someone’s day she can ruin by doing it, then she’s all over you.

- You’ll usually keep your arm around her shoulder or have her arm around you.

- Blowing kisses.

- Just watch the lip gloss when she’s going to be in public, alright?

- Aggressive kisses and makeouts.

- She actually likes cuddling; particularly spooning, especially when she’s feeling upset. She’ll either hold you or let you hold her for hours, usually while watching television.

- You have your very own pair of fuzzy slippers for whenever you stay over at her house.

- Sunbathing on her balcony.

- Phonecalls before bed.

- Affectionate name calling and insults.

- Playful hitting and wrestling.

- Borrowing each other’s stuff: clothes, makeup, perfume, etc. She’ll occasionally buy you things just so she can steal them from you later.

- Small gifts.

- A surprising amount of compliments. You don’t expect Regina George to boost your self esteem up as much as she does but what can she say, she just loves everything about you.

- She likes hearing you rant, she finds it really amusing when you act all bitchy.

- Writing in the burn book, or at least being somewhat pressured into trying it; not purposefully. She just thinks that it’s cathartic so why wouldn’t you?

- Making fun of people together. She’s more mean spirited than you are but hey, you’re both being bitches, right?

- Expect her to make a few commands. She’s just used to having followers and puppy dogs for partners, don’t take it personally.

- Getting her to be nicer to her friends.

- Learning the rules of popularity.

- Getting matching jewelry.

- I’m sorry but you’re now her dress up doll and there’s no stopping it. She’ll do your makeup, buy your clothes, style your hair, whatever her little heart desires; and you’ll just have to let her.

- She actually sort of secretly likes punk/alternative music but you’re one of the few people that’s allowed to know. You bought her an Avril Lavigne cd this one time and she not so jokingly said that she’d go down on you for being so sweet.

- You’re dragged around a lot. You sort of just do whatever she wants, especially if you’re just hanging out rather than going on an actual date.

- Surrender the keys slut. Regina insists on driving no matter whose car you’re taking.

- Going shopping. She needs your advice before she can buy things.

- Holding her stuff for her. I’m sorry but your girlfriend acts like a princess.

- Getting coffees.

- Lunch dates.

- Going to parties together.

- Junk food binges.

- Having tons of photographs together. She has a good bunch of the more platonic looking ones; at least until she comes out, displayed around her room.

- Going to her sports games.

- Letting her rant to you before she has an aneurysm. You’ve certainly helped calm her down from some of her really bad tantrums.

- Hanging out with her little sister. Surprisingly enough, Regina actually really likes her and acts super cute when they’re together.

- She’s got a huge house and an aggressively supportive mom so if your parents are shitty, you’re always welcome to stay with them.

- Telling her how beautiful she is and trying to stop her from focusing on every little somewhat nonexistent flaw of hers.

- Reginas a very jealous girl. She hates seeing you with other people, particularly ones who she thinks are interested in you. She’ll ask what you’re doing talking to them and blatantly scare them away when she’s had enough.

- She’s definitely possessive of you; that’s just how she is.

- Don’t mess with mama bear. She’s sorta overprotective of you and gets offended in your honor. God forbid someone upsets you, or just accidentally bumps into you in the hallway, their life will be destroyed in a matter of minutes.

- The two of you probably fight a lot, sometimes merely bickering, other times having full on screaming matches. She’ll usually either act passive aggressive and pretend to not be bothered or be completely blunt and rude.

- You’ll usually give her the silent treatment and she’ll do the same to you, though she’ll snoop and secretly drive around to see what you’re doing without her. When she’s sick of not seeing you, she’ll give a reluctant apology and somehow always make you forgive her.

- Regina isn’t shy when it comes to saying she loves you, mainly because she usually says it playfully. Though, with that being said, she does always mean it when she says it.

- Perhaps the bus incident happens, perhaps it doesn’t. Nonetheless, the two of you are planning on sticking by each other’s sides; at least for a while.

#2000s movie headcanon #2000s movie headcanons #2000s movie imagine #early 2000s movie headcanon #mean girls headcanon #mean girls imagines #mean girls headcanons #mean girls imagine #Regina George imagines #Regina George headcanons #Regina George headcanon #Regina George imagine

[taeyongluvs-blog]

Trouble

SUMMARY: Everybody knew Na Jaemin was trouble. Even his parents knew that was why he was sent to a school for delinquent in the country side. Enter you, a naïve born and raised country girl who believed that everyone had a sliver of good in their heart until you met Jaemin.

GENRE: Angst

PAIRING: Jaemin and Reader

NOTE(S): This is going to be a tough one to write since Na Jaemin is an actual angel sent by the heavens in this world and by no means like his character in this story. There will be mentions of underage drinking, smoking, drug use and abuse in this story so please if you are sensitive to those topics then I highly suggest you do not proceed. Thank you!

The rain was pouring heavily just as you were on your way home from a volunteer work at the local daycare of your town. Fortunately, you brought an umbrella with you but it wasn’t that much of a help since your clothes were still getting soaked by the harsh wind that accompanied the rain. It was always like this in your hometown, Yeodo. When it rained, it rained heavily and when it was sunny, the heat was almost unbearable. You were used to it, though, since you were born and raised in Yeodo.

Yeodo was a small island with about three hundred residents mostly elderly. The main source of income for many household was through farming and fishing. Yeodo was mostly known to many as that—a small island with farming and fishing as the main source of income but not a lot know that Yeodo was also the place where local governments from Seoul, Busan, Daegu and other major cities of the country send teenage delinquents for rehabilitation. At least twice every month, a ship comes and dozens of teenage boys and girls were sent to the old park turned rehabilitation center for the program. Your mother was an employee there and she taught technical and vocational subjects such as dressmaking, flower arrangement and beauty and hair. Meanwhile, your father was a Math teacher who also served as the guidance counselor and once in a while, he also taught car mechanics and repair as an elective. When you entered high school, you started volunteering at the rehabilitation center as one of the substitute art and music teacher for those under the age of fourteen alongside your best friend Huang Renjun.

Most of the kids sent to Yeodo were arrested due to multiple offenses such as continuous vandalizing, theft and public disturbance. There weren’t any serious offense until Na Jaemin arrived. His record was unlike anything you had heard and he was the talk of the town the moment his run-ins with the law were spread throughout the town and mind you, it spreaded out rapidly. He was from Seoul, a nineteen year-old who came from a prominent and wealthy background. The record didn’t say who his parents were to protect their reputation so people assumed his family must be one of those chaebols. His first run-in with the law was vandalizing a bus stop when he was only fourteen. Then, his run-ins just became worse and worse as he grew older. From petty vandalizing to drug dealing, supplying and usage to gang-related activities. So yes, Na Jaemin definitely stood out among the rest of the kids who were sent to Yeodo for rehabilitation that month.

The first time you saw Na Jaemin was when you were delivering the milk one of the eldery, Mrs. Im, asked you to give to the local daycare. As you arrived, you noticed a hooded figure spray painting on the gates of the daycare. You moved your bicycle off the street and walked over to where the figure was, arms crossed over your chest and a frown etched upon your face. “Excuse me but what are you doing?” You asked.

The figure looked at you—it was him, the infamous Na Jaemin. He was wearing an all black outfit, causing his pink hair to stand out. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked you back as he pulled his face mask down, letting it rest on his chin.

“You’re vandalizing a daycare. That is wrong and pretty sure, illegal.” You told him, as a matter-of-fact.

He hummed in response. “I wouldn’t say ‘vandalizing’ rather ‘expressing’ and ‘giving life’. You say this is a daycare? Why the fuck is it so bland then?” He chuckled as he continued on spray painting the gates.

You coughed at the smell but approached him anyways. You were about to tell him off and threaten him by calling the rehabilitation center where he should at when your eyes landed on the image, rather images, you saw painted on the gates. The first thing you saw was the artistically written ‘Welcome to Yeodo Daycare!’ on the very top then your eyes wandered around the various images of children playing and smiling, playing sports and music. On the corner down below, you saw a sentence, ‘Keep on dreaming and don’t let others dictate what your dream should be. Stay in school. NJ.’ You looked up to compliment Jaemin’s work but he was already gone along with his spray paints.

When you arrived home, you quickly took a hot shower got dressed into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over one of your old T-shirt that surprisingly still fit you. Your parents were out helping with the planning for the upcoming village fiesta so you got the entire house to yourself since you were an only child. You thought about inviting Renjun over but the rain was still pouring heavily and you didn’t want him to get soaked since he gets sick easily. So, instead, you decided to watch a movie instead. You chose through the rack of DVDs under the television and settled with the first film in the Harry Potter series, The Sorcerer’s Stone. You set the movie up and paused it as you prepared snacks. Once you were finished, preparing your snacks, you made your way back into the living room but something, or rather someone, caught your eyes outside of your house through the window.

It was Jaemin. You could tell because he was the only one in Yeodo who had pink hair. You moved closer towards the window as you watched him. He was limping, holding his side. A frown drew on your face, he’s gotten into trouble again? Ever since Jaemin got to Yeodo and started his rehabilitation program, it was clear that he was a hard one. He didn’t follow the rules and gets into fights with the others with him mostly instigating it. He had been punished for every rule breaking but he didn’t care at all. Not even a little bit.

You sighed as you grabbed the umbrella from the old vase your father bought in a garage sale in Seoul and made your way outside. “Na Jaemin!” you called out as you unlocked the small gate of your house.

Jaemin didn’t stop walking (limping, actually) and you shook your head as you ran after him. “Jaemin-ssi, who did you fight with now?” you asked as you stood in front of him, making sure that your umbrella was also covering him.

Jaemin looked at you and you gasped in shock when you saw the cuts and bruises scattered on his face. He managed to scoff and pushed you aside as he continued to walk (limp!). “Jaemin! You’re going to get sick!”

“Would you leave me alone? For fuck’s sake, ever since I got in this shitty town you’d been all up my ass!” Jaemin exploded, looking over his shoulder. His eyes were a shade darker and you could feel the anger seeping inside you as you met his gaze with an anxious one.

“I just want to help you, that’s all.” you replied, holding the handle of your umbrella tightly. You felt a lump forming in your throat and the tears pooling in your eyes.

“Well, I don’t need it so stop talking to me. Stop getting into my business. You’re not my mother and you’re not my friend.”

“(Y/N), are you okay?”

Renjun’s voice snapped you out of your trance and you looked at him to see a worried look etched on his face. You gave him a smile. “I’m sorry. I’m just daydreaming.” you told him. “What were you saying?”

Renjun chuckled and patted your head. “Cute.” He said as he pinched your cheek. You groaned playfully and slapped his hand away. “I was telling you that my mom asked if its possible that the kids at our music class at rehabilitation center can prepare for a stage number.”

Your eyes lit up. “Of course! That’d be awesome and I’m sure the kids would be willing to do it.”

“Whoo,” Renjun whistled. “I thought you’d say it was impossible. You know how persuasive my mother can be, right? I was pressured into saying yes.”

It was now your turn to pinch his cheek. ”Aigoo, my best friend is such a mama’s boy!”

Renjun rolled his eyes. “Stop calling me that! I’m a man, (Y/N)! A man!”

You laughed, throwing your head back. You were really thankful for having Renjun around. You honestly didn’t know what to do if he wasn’t. He was like your other half, your twin. He always brought out the inner child in you because most of the time, you were serious and too focused on responsibilities you had with your volunteer work and your actual job at the town’s convenience store. Renjun was the balance you needed in your life and you were really thankful for his existence.

Soon, your homeroom teacher arrived and checked the attendance. Once that was over, she reminded everyone of the upcoming finals and the scholarship forms from the big universities in the city had arrived and could be filled out at the administration office. Renjun nudged your elbow when your adviser was announcing it and you nudged him back. The two of you were planning to take the scholarship exam of SM University. Renjun wanted to become an architectural engineer while you wanted to become a teacher. SM University offered both courses and had a great program so you and Renjun hoped that you two will be able to pass the exam.

School went by quickly. Most of the time, you were just spacing out. Your mind just kept wandering between the scholarship forms and Jaemin. You couldn’t help but to feel hurt at what Jaemin said that day. You just wanted to help him out, why did he have to be such a jerk in turning down the help? You really wanted to believe that Jaemin had some goodness in him because you believe that everyone had goodness in them but you were starting to doubt Jaemin had. Maybe he really was just like what everyone in town was saying—a spoiled rich kid who have a temper.

“Oh! (Y/N), can I ask you for a favor?” your last teacher for the day, Ms. Jung, called out as you were about to leave. You spun on your heel and nodded, making your way towards her. “Your house is on the way to the rehabilitation center, right?” you nodded. “My brother Jaehyun is volunteering with a couple of friends there at the moment and I promised that I’ll bring them snacks but there’s a meeting in five minutes so could you please take this to them?” Ms. Jung grabbed your hand and placed some bills on your palm before closing it.

“Yes, Ms. Jung. I’ll give this to them.” you replied before bidding her good bye with a bow and you were off towards the rehabilitation center.

When you arrived, you easily spotted Jaehyun helping with the decorations. And as much as you didn’t want to notice Jaemin, he really stood among the rest not only because of his pink hair but also because of the mural he was creating on the walls of the center. He really was a great painter, an artist, and you wished you could tell him that but your last encounter with him made it very clear that he didn’t want anything to do you. With a sigh, you made your way towards Jaehyun.

“Hey.” you said as you tapped Jaehyun on his shoulder. When he turned to you, you smiled at him and he smiled back, putting down the decoration he was holding on the table behind him. “Your sister wanted me to give you this. She said she couldn’t make it because she has a meeting.” you said as you handed him the money.

“We’re taking a break in five minutes. Do you want to come and eat? My treat.” Jaehyun offered, looking at you expectantly. Not again, you thought. It wasn’t news to you that Jaehyun liked you and he even confessed last summer but you had rejected him since you weren’t ready for any romantic relationship. Jaehyun was determined, though, and while he understood that you weren’t ready, he also found a loophole: you didn’t state that you didn’t like him back so he persistently asked you out whenever he was in town. Jaehyun was already in his second year of college, pursuing a medical degree in one of the top universities in Seoul. Whenever he was in town, everyone practically rejoiced. He was the golden boy of Yeodo and everyone loved Jaehyun because he really had the whole package. He was smart, kind, handsome and responsible. So when the town found out that you rejected him—you didn’t tell anyone but you felt ostracized. One elderly even told you, “Aish, you silly girl, why did you reject Jaehyun-ah? Who are you to reject someone as perfect as him?” Of course you didn’t answer back so you just nodded and apologized.

You had your reasons why you rejected Jaehyun but you didn’t dare tell anyone those, not even Renjun. Truth was, Jaehyun was indeed smart, kind, handsome and responsible but for all the wrong reasons. He was smart so he used that as an advantage to manipulate and uplift himself while simultaneously downgrading those who weren’t academically inclined. He was kind but only to those who he knew he would benefit from aka the elderly, the teachers and the adults. He was handsome and once again used that as an advantage to get anything he wants especially from the people he knew liked him and worshipped him like he was some god. And yes, he was responsible but for all the wrong things. He was the student council president when he was still attending your high school and he used that responsibility to order and dictate people around. Overall, you didn’t like Jaehyun because he was an arrogant, narcissistic bully.

You gave Jaehyun an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry but I have to go to work now. I just had to give you the money from Ms. Jung. I’m sorry again.”

You were about to leave when Jaehyun grabbed your hand and it wasn’t gentle by any means. “(Y/N), come on, I just came back from Seoul. Don’t you wanna catch up with me?” His tone wasn’t lighthearted, too. He was annoyed, you could tell.

“I’m really sorry, Jaehyun-ssi, some other time, maybe?” you tried to grab your hand back but he was holding onto it so tight that it was starting to hurt.

“You said that the—,” Suddenly, Jaehyun’s hand and yours were forcefully split. “You again, huh? Go, we’re talking.”

“You were trying to force her into doing something she clearly doesn’t want to do,” Jaemin spoke up as he stood in the middle of you and Jaehyun, his back facing you. “Not very golden of you, huh, hyung?”

Your eyes widened in shock. No one ever tried to talk back to Jaehyun especially in a mocking tone but here was Jaemin doing exactly that. You couldn’t see what Jaehyun’s expression was since Jaemin’s broad shoulders prevented you from doing so but you could tell from the stares of the other people in the center that he was pissed. You heard Jaehyun scoff. “What to expect from a criminal? Respect? Who am I kidding? Yah, criminal, don’t call me hyung, alright?”

“Yes, but at least I got the balls to do my dirty works upfront not behind everyone’s backs.” Jaemin snickered and before you knew it, you had been pushed to the ground when Jaemin staggered backwards. He landed on you and you yelped in pain. “Get the fuck off me, you psycho!” Jaemin yelled as he pushed Jaehyung off of him and then grabbed your hand. “You know how to run?” He asked but he didn’t wait for you to answer and pulled you up, dragging you away from the center and the angry Jaehyun.

You didn’t know how long you and Jaemin had been running but it was long enough because you found yourself at the docks where fishermen parked their boats and where tourists arrived. You were out of breath, collapsing on the ground as your chest rose rapidly. Sweat covered your body, your hair sticking all over your hair as the ponytail you had been wearing became undone. Jaemin, on the other hand, was catching up on his breath but he didn’t look anywhere as exhausted as you were. You grabbed your bag beside you and pulled out the bottle of water you had, quickly opening the cap and gulping the liquid until the last drop.

“Thanks for sharing.” Jaemin said, chuckling. You looked up at him, amusement plastered on his face. You shook your head as you pushed yourself off the ground and brushed away the dirt on your uniform.

“Thank you.” you said, facing him. “For saving me back there.”

Jaemin scoffed, reaching something from his shoe. A cigarette. “I didn’t save you; I wanted to piss golden boy off.” He replied then faced you, the cigarette now between his lips. “Got a lighter?”

You shook your head. “That’s bad for your health.” you told him, pointing at the stick between his lips. “And don’t say we’re all gonna die at one point. What about the rest of your life before that?”

“I thought we established the fact that we aren’t friends so why are you still up on my business? Don’t you have a life?” Jaemin snapped, raising his eyebrow at you.

“I owe you my life. The least I could do is to—,”

Jaemin took a step towards you, throwing his stick away and closing in the distance between the two of you. He leaned down, meeting your eyes. “I didn’t save you.”

“Why do you keep up with that façade, Jaemin? It doesn’t hurt to be a good person.” you told him softly, meeting his hardened gaze with your soft ones.

“I’m not a good person. Why the fuck do you think I was sent in this shitty island for?” Jaemin took a step back, running his fingers through his hair.

“Everyone has goodness in them, Jaemin. You are no exception.” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Everyone? You sure about that? Even that prick Jaehyun?” Jaemin chuckled. You didn’t reply and watched as he walked towards the end of the dock. The sun was already setting and the environment around the both of you were draped with bright orange. You walked towards him and stood beside him. “Does he like you or something?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yes,” you didn’t deny. “I rejected him though. I don’t... particularly find him my type.”

“Just say you don’t like him.” Jaemin said, annoyed. “Nobody has a type, trust me.”

“I’m not in a position to say I don’t like Jaehyun, Jaemin.” you said with an empty, almost inaudible laugh.

Jaemin raised an eyebrow. “What?”

You took a deep breath as you held your chin up, watching as the sun set in the horizon. You never told anyone about your reasons why you don’t like Jaehyun but somehow, with Jaemin, it felt right. And so you told him and when you checked to see if he was listening from time to time, you found himself with his eyes closed and seated on the edge of the dock, legs dangling above the cold water. You could tell he was listening because every time you stopped, he would open his eyes and tell you to proceed. Once the story was over, Jaemin rose from his seat. “So he’s a jack ass who can’t take no from an answer. And here I was thinking men had finally developed.”

You only smiled. “If he bothers you again then just punch him or kick his dick. You gotta learn to put ‘no’ into actions, (Y/N)-ssi.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

And for the rest of the hour, you and Jaemin just sat in silence as the last bit of light faded and the moon rose, lighting up the sea before the two of you.

Hanging out with Jaemin after that day became an everyday thing. It would always be by the docks. You would pack snacks and little lunchboxes for the two of you to share while conversing about the most random thing like which was better: chicken wings or chicken legs. But there were times where the conversation was serious and deep like the time Jaemin first opened up to you. You remember just telling him an anecdote about your childhood and he replied by telling you he didn’t have as much fun as you did when he was little. You asked why and to your surprise, Jaemin told you that he was an only child and his parents were always busy with work so he didn’t get to play and spend time with them as you did with your parents when you were little. He left it at that but you were thankful that Jaemin was starting to open up. Days passed before Jaemin opened up to you again and this time, he told you how he became the person he was now. His parents, specifically his father, was a known businessman and was very strict towards him. To Jaemin, he never really felt like he was his father but one of his employees. Jaemin always felt controlled by his father and he just snapped one day. Vandalizing and petty crimes were his way of getting back at his father and even though he was beaten up every time his father would learn of his actions, Jaemin never felt pain but rather an immense feeling of victorious. Then he met some people that weren’t exactly ‘good’ people. They were the ones who taught him how to do drugs, drink, smoke and other illegal things—street race, theft, burglary, public disturbance and hacking to name a few. He was aware that what he was doing was too much but for the first time in his life, Jaemin felt like he had a family. When his father learned about this, it was the last straw and he was sent to Yeodo.

You felt sorry for Jaemin but he made it clear that he didn’t need that from anyone. He didn’t regret his actions and he wasn’t repenting for it either. After he told you all that, he turned to you and said, “Still think I’m a good person?” He had a loopsided smirk when he asked you that.

“Humans are a complex being,” you told him. “We do things we think are right and justifiable but for some it may be wrong and unjust. You did all those because you wanted to get back at your father—that is understandable but along the way of doing so, you had hurt innocent people who were just trying to get by and that is wrong.” you faced Jaemin, a small smile on your face. “I think you’re a good person, Jaemin; its just you chose to be the villain in your own story.”

The streets were already dark but the lamp posts illuminated some parts. You and Jaemin were on your back and to your surprise, Jaemin offered to walk you home as payment for all the food you kept on bringing whenever the two of you would meet. You were thankful that it was night time already and the lamp posts weren’t as bright as before because you had been blushing like hell ever since Jaemin offered to take you home. You knew it meant nothing but still, you couldn’t get the butterflies in your stomach to stop being chaotic and your face from turning red. You had been feeling this way lately—giddy and nervous and awkward whenever you were with Jaemin. You had a hunch why but you didn’t want to say it out loud especially to yourself. It just wasn’t right. And even if it was, it would just be one-sided and eventually Jaemin would have to go once he finishes his stay at Yeodo. So you just kept it to yourself and enjoyed the moments you spent with him.

You found yourself in front of your house moments later. The lights were on and you could hear the sound of television inside. You faced Jaemin, “Thanks for walking me home.”

“It’s not free, you know. You have to pay me.” Jaemin said as a matter of fact.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “How? Do you want me to make that sandwich you like again?” you asked, grabbing the lunchbox from his hand as you chuckled.

“No, something else.” Jaemin replied.

“What do you—,” Before you can finish your sentence, you felt something on your lips. Your eyes widened in shock and surprise as Jaemin held your face with his hands, moving his lips against yours. You were frozen, unable to respond but you didn’t need to as he pulled away just as quick as he kissed you.

“I expect that payment every time I accompany you anywhere. Got it, (Y/N)?” Jaemin smiled at you—not in a mocking or teasing way but a real, genuine and sincere smile. You felt like your heart was about to explode. “Yah, did you turn into a stone?” He poked your cheek and you blinked your eyes rapidly, feeling your face heat up. He chuckled. “Was that your first kiss?”

You nodded in embarrassment. You should be mad because you expected your first kiss to be more magical but you weren’t. In fact, you were practically jumping and screaming inside. “First kisses are really not that special, (Y/N). You get to have many first kisses in your life. What’s important is who’s gonna be your last. Do you think I can be that guy?” Jaemin stepped forward and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “I told myself I wouldn’t fall for you but I did and I was wondering if you want to fall for me too?”

“I—yes, I, I want to, Jaemin-ssi.” you stuttered out, lowering your gaze. You couldn’t meet his eyes. It was too much.

“Can I have another kiss?” He asked and you nodded shyly. Placing his fingers on your chin, he lifted your face and smiled before connecting his lips with yours.

Being with Jaemin made you feel alive and you didn’t know that was possible. You didn’t understand when people say don’t just live instead be alive but now you do. Whenever you were with Jaemin, you felt like you could conquer the world. Whenever you were with Jaemin, it felt like it was the only the two of you in the world. You felt so happy and so lucky because Jaemin was just too perfect to even be real but whenever he held you close to him and kissed you—you realized that it was real and he was real and him being your boyfriend was real. You used to think that you had a pretty great life then you met him and he changed all that. You didn’t know how one person can change your life entirely.

Before Jaemin, you were living a simple life—a life that everyone in Yeodo was living.

After Jaemin, you realized how much you were missing out on.

Three months after the two of you started dating, you woke up one day and learned that Jaemin was released from the rehabilitation center and was brought back to Seoul to start anew. You cried your heart out—why didn’t he say good bye? You remembered just falling apart. You gave everything to that boy but he just left. You always knew he would but he promised to say good bye and to write since there was no stable signal at Yeodo but ever since he left, there wasn’t a single letter from Seoul that arrived.

Three months later, you graduated and found out you got accepted into SM University along with Renjun. You were supposed to be happy and celebrate but you went home, acceptance letter in your hand, and went to sleep.

Yet another three months later, you were bidding your parents and everyone in town good bye as you and Renjun boarded the ship towards Seoul to settle for college that was about to start in two months. You were feeling better now and tried to forget the pink-haired boy that was your first love.

And as you left Yeodo, you looked back one last time and reminisced back to the days where the dock felt like the entire world whenever you were Jaemin. But now, it was just empty.

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[saya-milky]

Sayaka and Miyuki’s Big Adventure, Chapter One: The Big Fluffy Tiger

Sayaka and Miyuki have been best friends since they were four. When Miyuki comes up with a plan to sneak away from Namba Kindergarten one day, Sayaka is a little hesitant. But after an exciting afternoon of candy, train rides, and peach soda, things take a scary turn when the six-year-olds find themselves hopelessly lost in the middle of Osaka. Will Sayaka and Miyuki find their way back home? Who knew that such an ordinary day would end up becoming the biggest adventure of their lives?

Chapter One: The Big Fluffy Tiger

         Watanabe Miyuki walks into Namba Kindergarten with a smile brighter than usual and an extra bounce in her step. She pauses once at the door to greet her teachers just like her mama taught her, then again at the shoe cubbies to change into her indoor shoes, but her mind is elsewhere as she continues down the corridors bustling with noisy children. As always, Miyuki counts the doors as she skips past them.

         One. The Dandelion Classroom. That’s where the babiest babies of the school are. Miyuki giggles. She’s not a baby anymore!

         Two. The Sunflower Classroom. Although Miyuki doesn’t remember her very first year of kindergarten too well, she does remember her time spent in the Sunflower Class. That was the year she got her first bicycle. A real bicycle with two wheels, not three. Well, Miyuki still keeps the training wheels on, but that doesn’t count. She also met her best friend in the whole world during her year in the Sunflower Class. Miyuki slows down as she approaches the last door in the hallway.

         Three. The Lily Classroom. Her classroom. She and her classmates are the oldest group of kids in the whole kindergarten, and it makes Miyuki’s chest swell with pride whenever the Dandelion and Sunflower teachers croon, “Look, everybody, say hello to your Lily Class senpais!” and a herd of little, chubby-cheeked three and four-year-olds wave and goggle at them as they walk by.

         But today is a special day. It’s Miyuki’s birthday, and now she’s six years old, just like her best friend. In the spring, she will get to go to real school as a first grader, but for right now Miyuki’s content right where she is. She feels like a big star in her new pink sunglasses, a gift from her cousins. With a little strut, she enters the room and her eyes immediately start searching for her friend.

         “Sayaka-chan, there you are!” Miyuki quickly spots a short-haired little girl standing by the cubbies, hanging up her backpack, and runs over to her. “Look. What do you think?” Miyuki nearly shoves her face into Sayaka’s hoping that her friend will compliment her heart-shaped sunglasses.

         But Sayaka merely glances at Miyuki’s glasses wordlessly before sighing and going to sit in her seat. She slouches, propping her head up with her elbows against the table. “Happy birthday, Miyu-chan…”

         Miyuki follows suit, quickly shrugging her backpack off and clumsily depositing it into her own cubby before taking a seat next to the obviously gloomy girl. “What’s wrong?”

         “You know, yesterday I went to Osaka Station with Papa and my brothers and my sister,” Sayaka starts, “and we went to a game center. And you know what? They had the biggest, most fluffiest tiger inside a crane machine.”

         Miyuki’s mouth opens. “A Hanshin Tiger!” She knows how much the Yamamoto family likes the Hanshin Tigers. They invited her to watch one of the team’s baseball games with them over the summer. Her mama came too, and they all had a really fun time. Miyuki got to eat takoyaki and lots of ice cream. She and Sayaka even got tiger whiskers painted on their faces!

         “Yeah!” exclaims Sayaka. For a second her voice becomes louder to match her friend’s excitement, but soon returns to its previously unhappy tone. “I really, really wanted it, but Papa couldn’t win it for me. Even my brothers and sister tried, but it was impossible!”

         Miyuki was looking forward to showing off the shiny purse her grandmother gave her next, but now she’s not sure if it’s a very good idea, considering the fact that Sayaka doesn’t seem to be in a good mood this morning. For a moment she’s stumped, but then she thinks of her birthday gifts again and a whole new idea comes to her. Miyuki hurries back to her cubby and fishes through her backpack, pulling out a little red purse and returning to her friend’s side.

         With a toothy grin, Miyuki slides the purse across the table towards Sayaka. “You’re in luck, Sayaka-chan!”

         “What’s this?” asks Sayaka, confused.

         “My birthday present!” Miyuki opens the metal clasp, sticks one hand deep inside the purse, and waits until Sayaka’s looking at her before pulling her hand out. “Ta-dah!”

         Dangling in front of Sayaka’s eyes is a crisp thousand-yen bill. “Whoa…”

         “Grandma gave it to me!” exclaims Miyuki. “We can go to the game center today, Sayaka-chan. We can get you your tiger!”

         “What?” Sayaka can’t believe her ears. “But we can’t! Mama won’t let us go out on a school day.��

         “We can go fast, just the two of us, right after school,” Miyuki continues, “and then once we win it we’ll go right home. I promise!”

         “By ourselves? No way, Miyu-chan!” Sayaka crosses her arms. “We’re gonna get in trouble.”

         Miyuki shakes her head. “We won’t get in trouble. You said it’s at Osaka Station, right? We know how to ride the train.”

         “But I’ve never taken the train by myself…”

         “Me neither! But it won’t be hard. We just get on, and then we get off when the train lady says ‘Osaka.’”

         Sayaka is quiet. Her friend is making the plan sound so easy. It’s tempting, Sayaka has to admit, but she still has to think long and hard before she comes to a final decision. Sayaka is saved from having to respond to Miyuki when one of their teachers comes over and kindly reminds them that it’s time for their morning walk. The two friends were so concentrated on their conversation that they didn’t notice the rest of their classmates have already lined up by the door.

         The Lily Class children follow their teachers outside to the play yard, and Sayaka feels Miyuki’s hand wrap around hers when one teacher reminds everyone to hold hands with their walking buddies. As usual, Miyuki’s grip is a little too strong and it’s making Sayaka’s palm rather sweaty. Sometimes, Miyuki swings their arms too hard, and other times her fingers are kind of sticky from something she ate for breakfast, but Sayaka would never choose anybody else to be her buddy. Even though they often have different ideas, and even though they get into fights sometimes, Miyuki’s still her best friend. They play together every day and always sit next to each other on the Kindergarten Bus. And Sayaka always has so much fun whenever Miyuki comes to spend the night at her house.

         Sayaka sighs. “Fine.”

         “Hm?” Miyuki turns to look at her friend, who has suddenly started talking again after several minutes of silence.

         “Let’s go to the game center.”

         Miyuki breaks into a huge smile and cheers out loud. Lots of curious heads turn to look towards the source of the noise, and a teacher has to remind Miyuki to use her quiet voice. But Sayaka finds herself smiling a little bit, too.

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[pleasantlyatomiccolor]

HELP ME WITH FORMATIING ISSUES GOSH DARN IT WHY MY FAN FIC HURTS ME WITH FORMATTING

If Scott was honest, he’d say he forgotten Jean’s eyes. Jean was a touchy subject and most people avoided the conversation. It was hard to even have a conversation these days. Scott was too busy to even think about it. He was seventeen years old and had mutant eyes that could kill someone if he took of his glasses, a dead girlfriend, no high school degree, and thirteen kids from ages twelve to fifteen to look after, not only in their school lives but in their training lives as well. He had not thought about Jean in quite a while, and when he did it was in the few fleeting moments before he fell asleep. He tried to think of Jean before she went off the handle, her kind smile, her confident laugh, and her eyes. But all he could see was Jean, damaged, broken, fires raging and the world crumbling around her.

So he tried his best not to think about her. Or anything at all.

Scott’s routine had changed drastically since Jean died, taking nearly the whole school population with her. They still lived in the mansion, which was and would always be home, of course. But instead of classes taught in the school, they went to school at the local high school. Everyone expect for Scott.

He got up every day at four in the morning. He showered, got dressed, and went off to his morning job as a barista at a local coffee shop. That lasted until seven, so he returned back home. Then he got everyone else up for school and made breakfast and packed lunches. By seven-thirty everyone was up and Scott had his first of many cups of coffee. By eight the high-schoolers were at the bus stop. Half an hour later, Scott drove the middle-schoolers to their school and then made his way back to the mansion. There for half an hour, he cleaned up from breakfast, threw clothes in the washer, and folded clothes from the day before. At nine he left for his second job as a laborer at a construction site, where he worked until three. He was back home half an hour later, did some more laundry and cleaning, then picked up the kids from middle school. By then the high-schoolers were home and working on homework. Scott had to sit down with the smaller kids (like Jaime) to help with homework. At five Scott ran danger room simulators with the older kids while Rouge, the second oldest, did training with the younger kids. By seven, dinner was on the table. By eight thirty the kids were fed, dishes were done, and there was more laundry to do. By nine, the younger kids were in bed, and fifteen minutes later Scott left for his third job, a night security guard. The older kids were responsible for their own sleep times. By one in the morning, Scott was home, too exhausted to do anything except to collapse into bed, only to be woken up a few hours later to do it all over again.

After the disaster almost a year ago, the Professor left. At first he fell into such a deep depression, no one could get him out of it, not even Raven. Finally he left, promising to return with time. Raven left soon after the Professor did, not giving any explanation. Logan and Hank were left, and Logan got a call saying that he had a kid somewhere and left, and Hank was offered a position at a university across the country, with a pay enough to help keep the mansion afloat. He worked long hours and sent much of his weekly pay back.

That left Scott. He was the oldest, he held the most responsibility. He couldn’t let the family that they had found together get separated. He took charge, finding an afterschool job and became the head of the household. But soon bills came and Scott took another job, and then another. He dropped out of school his final year, despite the protests from his teachers. He paid the bills and paid for other things as well, like a field trip Bobby desperately wanted to go on, supplies for Kitty’s science fair project (for which she won first in the school), and bribes to the children protective services social worker that made monthly visits to keep quiet about their lack of supervision.

Although Scott thought he was doing a pretty good job. He averaged about four hours of sleep a night, which was an improvement from before when worries kept him up. The kids were all happy and healthy, the danger room working, bills being paid with Scott’s three jobs and Hank’s support. There was a roof over their heads, food on the table and clothes on their backs. Scott was nearly eighteen, which meant he could work longer hours, not restricted by minor-working laws. Things were pretty good.

Sure, Scott occasionally got a terrible headache once or twice every few days. And, well, yes, he did often vomit blood from stress ulcers, but that only happened about once a week. It was only sometimes that he felt dizzy enough to pass out, and when he did it was only for a few moments. And sure, he really wasn’t eating much, maybe some toast in the morning and then some crackers during the day and a few bites of whatever leftovers they had from dinner, but he was fine drinking coffee to help him stay energized, and besides he hadn’t really lost weight. It was just water weight, after all.

Every week day for nearly six months this was his life. On weekend he got home at one and got to sleep in until six. Then he’d leave Rouge in charge while he worked at the construction site for the whole day. Rouge was pretty good at managing everyone, so when Scott got home all he had to do was fold some clothes, prepare dinner and get to bed. He got almost six hours of sleep on weekends, which honestly felt pretty awesome.

So it was a pretty normal Friday when Scott got up at four, went to work, and then came back to get everyone up. They had breakfast, got their lunches, the older kids got on the bus and Scott drove the younger ones to school. He came home, put another pot of coffee on and brought clean clothes to their owner’s rooms. When he came back to the kitchen, the coffee was done. He grabbed a mug to put it in, but suddenly a sharp pain from his head caused him to pause. Scott covered his eyes grimly as his headache. On top of the headache, he was starting to feel pretty dizzy. Great.

It took Scott everything he had not to drop the mug and pass out as he set the mug gently down on the counter and stumbled his way to the kitchen table, where he leaned on his arms. He couldn’t sit down, because it he sat down he would not be able to get up.

Scott took a deep breath to steady himself. Lights seemed too bright, even with his red-tinted sunglasses, the table too rough and harsh to lean on.

Then a huge crash came through the kitchen window. Glass flew as a figure dressed in all black gracefully intruded. Scott went into action. His first thought was to take off his glasses, but he couldn’t risk the damage. So instead he did the next logical thing. He ran.

Jumping over the table and sliding across the counter, Scott made a break for an exit. He made it through the backdoor into their expansive backyard. He didn’t know, or care, what the figure wanted. All he knew was that he was in trouble.

Scott clamored past the fountain that had long since stopped working. Scott suddenly felt invigorated by the rush fear brought him.

His head, which was so muddled before was clearing up rapidly. He had a faint plan for escape, or at the least the thought to form a faint plan, at least. Â He ignored his racing mind, thoughts about what the figure wanted or where the kids were and if everybody was alright and how was he going to explain this to his boss, who would surely fire him, and his body, his body screaming at him telling him to stop, to slow down. And suddenly everything is really warm around him, hot even, but it feels like his blood is turning to ice, and his faint plan of escape is forming properly and the lights are too bright and then suddenly Scott has to stop, his knees buckling underneath him and he kneels on the ground, trying to see past the tilting world and the figure comes up behind him and graciously allows Scott to vomit bile and blood before he feels something pricking into his neck and the world slips away.

 ~

Rouge knew something was wrong the minute she got home. She had ditched her last two classes for the day and walked home in about an hour, planning on helping out with some chores that needed to be done. Maybe she could even fix that fountain that had stopped working months ago.

When she opened the door, a tingle went up her spine. It was the same tingle she got when she was about to have her first kiss that left the boy in the hospital, the same tingle she felt when one day she looked at Jean a few weeks before the incident. Something was wrong.

She knew Scott wasn’t supposed to be home until three, but his car was still parked out front. That was her first clue, but she thought that maybe he had just taken the day off work to catch up on some sleep. But then she dropped her bag and walked into the kitchen.

There was glass everywhere, thin slivers and large cracks, a pot of coffee still full and slightly warm to the touch. Rouge followed the glass into the backyard, where vomit stained the grass crimson and yellow. There was not Scott.

She went back inside and dialed his number from the landline. She heard a chirping and looked at the kitchen table where Scott’s phone sat and she cursed. She hung up and dialed another number. It rang three times before the person on the other line picked up.

“Hello?”

“Logan, it’s Rouge.”

“Hey kid. What’s up? You normally don’t call-,”

“It’s Scott. Something really bad happened to him. You have to get over here right now!”

“What type of bad?”

Rouge could imagine Logan already getting him helmet and motorcycle gloves, apologizing to his kid and baby mama or whomever and heading out the door as he spoke.

“I came home early and Scott’s car was in the driveway. His phone is here and the window is broken and there’s glass and blood everywhere! He’s not here, Logan, something really bad must have happened and all the-“

“I’m on my way. Call the other kids and keep as many of them out of the house tonight. Have them stay at a friend’s or go camping or something. I’ll be there in two hours.”

“Okay.”

Logan hung up the phone. Laura looked up from her coloring book, face stone, but eyes questioning. Logan frowned to himself and looked over at her.

“I have to go.”

Laura nodded, her black hair falling in front of her eyes.

“I’ll come back.”

Laura nodded again.

“Pack a bag, I’ll drop you off at Will’s.”

Laura nodded again, and without hesitating, she gather up her coloring book and markers. Laura jumped up the stairs to her room to get her bug-out bag as she called it, Logan called it a dodge back, like, as in get-out-of-dodge. It was prepacked with everything they could need, food and water rations, clean clothes, a fire starter, etc. But it also held thing that were comforts, like the occasional junk food bar and crayons. Logan grabbed his own bag. By the time he grabbed his keys for his motorcycle, Laura was back, backpack on her back.

“Let’s go, bub.”

Logan and Laura walked out the door of their shared house. It was in the country, a few hours out from where the mansion was, full of farmland and trees. It was a good place to hide out, even if it was a twenty minute drive to the nearest grocery store. Logan passed Laura a helmet and she jumped onto the back of the motorcycle. Logan got on after her and they started off down a dirt road, off the edge of their property and into the single paved road. It was a one-way road the whole way down until they reached the highway.

Will Munson had helped Logan and Laura out when they were first trying to figure things out, when Logan got a call after Jean’s death, saying that he had a kid.

Logan came all the way out here, only to find out that she really wasn’t his kid, per say, but a clone of his, to some degree. When some not so nice people tried to kidnap Laura. Will and his family had provided shelter while Logan figured things out (and by figuring things out, he means he busted some heads in until they gave up). Logan could consider them family friends. Laura didn’t actually hate them, and Mrs. Munson even brought over some Christmas cookies during the holidays. Sure, they were basically hockey pucks with chocolate chips in them, but Logan still appreciated the kindness nonetheless.

As they turned the corner onto the Munson’s property, Logan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. If Charles could see him now, dropping off his pseudo-kid, acting like a father, accepting holiday cookies from neighbors. He’s a real domestic guy, as Chalres would say.

Logan parked his motorcycle and Laura hopped off of it. Will saw them through front window and walked to meet them, opening the front door as they walked up.

“Logan?”

Logan nodded.

Will sighed, then bent down, hands resting on his knees to meet Laura eye-to-eye.

“Guess you’ll be staying with us for a bit, little lady. Why don’t you go up to the guest room and unpack your things.”

Laura looked at Logan, who nodded. Laura nodded back, gave Logan a quick hug, and went inside the house. To an outsider, the hug seemed forced, Laura’s hesitation to enter without Logan’s approval suspicious, but to Laura and Logan, the hug held all the love in the world, the unspoken approval necessary to the safety of both Laura and Logan.

Will stood back up and looked Logan in the eyes.

“How long will you be gone?”

Logan sighed and shook his head, eyes looking down and then back up. “Not sure. A few days. A week maybe? An old friend needs some help.”

Will nodded, accepting this explanation. That’s why Logan trusted Will so much, not only was he a good husband and father and knew how to protect himself, but he also gave the same amount of trust to Logan as Logan gave back to him. It was an equal trade, and it was something Logan admired about the guy.

“Laura is always welcome here. The kids love her.”

Logan raised an eyebrow.

“You’d be surprised. Call when you can.”

Logan nodded. “Thanks, Will.” Logan extended his hand, and without a moment of hesitation, Will took it, delivering a firm handshake in return.

Logan walked back to his bike, put his helmet on, and headed out on the road, leaving nothing but an old farm house and some dirt behind.

~

Rouge dialed Bobby.

“Yo girl, what’s good?”

There were some laughs and giggles from Bobby’s end, and Rouge guessed he was probably with Kurt and Kitty, and Kurt’s girlfriend, Amanda. Amanda was an oddity, she didn’t have any mutations at all, but she knew about Kurt and the rest of them, having met Kurt when they moved from the mansion to public school. Amanda had loyally dated Kurt even after he accidently revealed his blue-self, and she didn’t seem to care at all. She and Kitty got along quite well, since rouge was on the only close to her age and she didn’t really enjoy such trivial activities as going to the mall.

“Bobby something happened.”

“Wait- wait- guys, shut up!” It got quiet on his other end.

“What happened?”

“It’s Scott. Someone broke into the mansion and Scott’s gone. I think someone kidnapped him.”

“When?”

“I just got here a few minutes ago. I called Logan. He’s on his way.”

“Should I tell Hank?”

“No. No, it might not- I mean, let’s just see what Logan can do. Hank will drop everything and come done here. Scott might not be that far.”

“Shit. Okay.”

“Listen, I need you guys to keep the others out of the house.”

“How the hell are we supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know! Let Jubilee and Rahne go home for the weekend, their parents are close enough. Jaime can stay at his friend’s house for the weekend-,”

“Which friend?”

“He only has that one friend, Bobby. See if Amara can go with them. Ray and Tabitha can do whatever the hell they do on weekends when they disappear.”

“Sam and Roberto?”

“Ah, damn. Can they figure something out?”

From far away, Rouge could hear Amanda. “My parents have a house by the beach. They can stay there with me for the weekend. There’s thirteen of you guys, right? Who’s left, Danielle? She can come, too.”

“Did you put me on speaker?”

“I feel like this is important enough to put you on speaker.”

Rouge sighed.

“Whatever. Thanks, Amanda.”

“No big.”

“I need Bobby, Kurt, and Kitty with me. You guys are some of the only ones who have had combat experience.”

“Okay. I’ll let everyone know and we’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.”

Rouge hung up. This was good. Well, kind of. They had a plan forming. Not a great one, but it was a plan nonetheless.

 By the time Bobby and gang had arrived, Rouge had already called Scott’s construction’s boss, security boss, and barista boss to let them know he wasn’t going to be in for the weekend (really bad stomach flu, she claimed) and pulled up the security footage, although she waited to play it until they arrived.

Bobby burst in through the door, Kitty trailing behind, with Kurt and Amanda following suit. ]

“Kitchen!” Rouge called out to them and the four of them rushed to the kitchen.

“Whoa.” Kurt muttered, looking at the shattered glass. Amanda lent down to look at the glass before standing back up, frowning. “That’s not good.”

“Sure as hell it’s not!” Kitty exclaimed. Rouge shushed them. “Security footage. We need to look for clues, okay? Don’t just focus on Scott. Look for anything that might be helpful, anything that’s out of place.”

She clicked play.

It was hard to watch. Rouge wanted to rip her eyes away from the screen, but she steeled herself. It was important to finding Scott. She had to watch, no matter how much it hurt.

The group watched silently as Scott stood in the kitchen before the windows exploded as someone jumped through them, a figure in all black. Scott’s training kicked in and he jumped over the table and slid across the counter feet first, landing like a cat.  The figure followed in chase and they disappeared from the screen.

Rouge clicked to the backdoor footage and hit play again.

Scott made a break through the door, sprinting. He actually gave himself some distance between him and his attacker.

Rouge clicked another angle, this one focused in the backyard.

Scott had made it a few feet before he suddenly slowed and stopped, looking like he was going to vomit, which he did. The figure shot him with some type of tranquilizer and Scott went down. The figure picked up Scott with unearthly ease, carrying him like he was a sack of potatoes over their shoulder. Rouge kept up, changing camera to camera as the figure went back though the house, through the backdoor and kitchen and out the front door, where the figure stood for maybe a second before a white van came squealing up. The back to the van opened and the figure chucked Scott into it before climbing in afterward and shutting the doors. The van drove off the property and Rouge paused the video.

The room was silent. Rouge rewound the video and paused at the van. She squinted. “H…2? D… 7… 1…2.” She looked at Kitty. “Look that up. H2D712. Who owns that van?”

Kitty blinked before pulling out her phone. “Give me a sec.”

Rouge rewound the footage to start. “Anything?”

Amanda was looking at the glass again. “This much glass from that window?” Rouge looked at her and then at the window.

“You’re right.” Bobby muttered. The window couldn’t have been bigger than five by five in size, and the amount of glass on the floor looked like someone had completely destroyed an entire window pane of glass.

Amanda lent down and gently picked up a shard. She inspected it, turning it so the sun hit it. It cast a chrome shadow on the wall. Amanda frowned and poked herself in the finger with it.

“Amanda! What-,” Kurt started, but stopped in his tracks when Amanda pulled her finger away, clean.

“No blood. It’s not glass.” As to prove her point, Amanda slammed the piece onto the counter as hard as she could, but the piece didn’t shatter. Amanda picked it back up.

“It’s a shard of diamond.”

Suddenly, Kitty spoke up from her phone, having been too occupied with her phone to have been involved in the waves of disbelief that rocked the others.

“Got it. Oyama- uh, something I can’t pronounce. The van was bought in his name.”

“Oyama?” Kurt muttered. Amanda looked over at Kurt. “Do you know him?”

Kurt frowned. “I knew an Oyama once. Two, actually. Oyama is a last name. Yuriko Oyama, she and her brother went through the circus one time, looking for people with ‘special talents’. I was little so I didn’t go with them.”

“Well it’s the brother, no doubt, because this name isn’t Yuriko.”

Bobby bit his fingernails. “Oyama like in Oyama Heavy Industries? That’s a huge corporation, why would Yuriko want to rent a van?”

Kitty shook her head. “She might not even be aware. Oyama Industries is run by Yuriko. It looks like they both have had troubles with the law. Few counts of murder, assault, so on. They look like hitman for hire. But their arrest records suddenly stopped. Yuriko probably because of the company. The brother on the other hand…” she trailed off, still looking at her phone.

“Hitmen.” Amanda repeated.

“Hitman,” Kitty pointed out, holding up her index finger. “One person, one name on the lease. Besides, according to the New York Times, Yuriko was in Iraq for business talks. It couldn’t have been her. Her brother….” She paused for a moment, fingers typing and scrolling on her phone.

“He’s a teacher.”

“What!?” Bobby exclaimed, at the same time Kurt’s tail flicked in shock.

“Employment record show… some place called Hellfire Academy.”

Rouge felt the color drain from her face.  “Hellfire?”

“Yeah.” Kitty looked up from her phone and saw her friend’s face. “Do you know something?”

Rouge looked down at the computer and then back up at Kitty. “Turn everything off.” Rouge jumped up from her seat and ran past Kitty to the router, which she unplugged.

“Everything- what-,” Kitty tried to stutter out.

“They’re listening. They know we know, turn everything off. Destroy everything.” Rouge took the router and smashed it against the counter, shattering it.

“Shit! They probably have key loggers- ah damn it.” Kitty looked mournfully at her phone and kissed it. “I love you.” And then she chucked it into the wall.

“What the heck-?” Amanda questioned.

“Destroy all tech, okay? Bobby, freeze the mainframe in the danger room! Amanda, go through all the room and bring all the laptops and phones here and break them all, anything you can find! Kurt, destroy all the security cameras. Smash the daylights out of them!” Kitty barked out as she picked up her phone and threw it into the sink and turned on the garbage disposal.

Amanda fled the room, as did Bobby, leaving a trail of ice in his wake. Kurt teleported to the kitchen camera, grabbed it, and smashed it into the floor.

Kitty grabbed the laptop Rouge was using and ran out of the room. “Rouge, come with me!”

~

They ended up in a control room, what Kitty called “the cage”. There were huge panels that went from wall to nearly five feet up, with tangle cabled and blinking lights.

“Unplug everything!” Kitty ordered. Rouge did so, yanking out cables and wires as fast as she could. Kitty took the laptop and placed it upside-down, and using a screwdriver she pulled the back off, revealing its insides. Kitty went in with wire cutters and started messing with the hardware inside.

“What are you doing?” Rouge asked as she pulled cables. Kitty got up and took one of the cables and some random pieces of hardware that was lying around before returning to the laptop.

“I’m trying to get our own VPN running. It’s a private server. I can get us back online if I can get us a web proxy. It won’t reveal the IP address of anything. If I can get it right, maybe a high-anonymity proxy. Then we can check them out without looking suspicious… I’ll have to clear the cache and all cookies too, they could still suspect a proxy if I send package without the high-anonymity server….” She trailed off as she screwed the back of the computer on.

“I’ll combine it with a firewall. I’ll use Tor as well, three firewall layers, and another security system of my own design.” Kitty flipped the laptop over and started to type away on it.

“I’ll connect to the school’s Wi-Fi. Their range isn’t that large but mine is, and the proxy can get us past safeguards and blocked sites.” Kitty muttered, although at this point Rouge was so lost that all the information flew over her head. She could hear Amanda smashing laptops and phones from down the hallway.

“It’ll bounce the IP on a different server every ten seconds, Iceland, Finland, North Korea, France, Cuba… There’s no way anyone is that fast. The further I go, the longer the trail will be to find the starting point.

Rouge finished pulling out the last wire as Kitty slowed her typing. She sighed and put a hand over her heart. “Ten minutes. New record.”

“Now what?” Rouge asked, walking back over the Kitty, who was sitting on the floor, laptop in front of her.

“We investigate.”

~

Bobby and Amanda sat next to Kitty on the floor on either side of her as she typed away at the computer. Rouge stood behind Kitty, Kurt behind Amanda.

“What I did allows us full access to their website and network. I basically tricked the systems into thinking that this laptop is a client of it.”

Bobby looked over at Rouge. “We just did thousands of dollars of damage. What’s up with these guys?”

Rough picked at her nail polish, a bad habit she did when she was nervous. “Hellfire Club. They’re like the illuminati, but a thousand times worse. The members use it to obtain and exert power, like by using politics and economic influence and stuff. They’ve been behind a bunch of wars and assassinations, cause that kind of stuff helps further their agenda. I had a run in with them before I came here. They’re freaking nuts, the tried to recruit me when I first found out about my powers to go to some school they were forming. I told them I’d think about it but I was a little too freaked over almost killing my boyfriend to even consider it at the time. “

“Guess this is the school.” Kitty commented, pointing to the screen, showing a massive building that looked like a castle, with a slideshow of kids, smiling and playing sports. It looked like an elite boarding school, and the kids looked like they just popped out of a stock image photo shoot.

“It doesn’t look like a place that would want to kidnap students.” Amanda commented, looking at Kurt, who shrugged. “This mansion doesn’t look like a place that houses mutants.”

“Here.”

Everyone turned their attention to the screen. Kitty had someone gotten into the staff login, giving her full access to the website and its contents. Kitty clicked through a few pages until she reached an email list.

“Here’s an email that was sent out to all the staff,” Kitty cleared her throat and started to read.

“Teachers and Staff, as you all are aware, we strive as a school to produce the next generation of mutants. In order to further that cause and ideology, we will be receiving a special guest to the school in a week’s time. Next Friday,” Kitty paused. “That’s today,” she added before going on,

“Next Friday, we will be canceling all classes. Please keep your students in their dorms for the day. Our guest is notoriously difficult and for the safety of all students and the protection of identity of our guest and students we request you keep an eye out for them. Miss. Frost and Mr. Oyama will be notably absent for the next school week, but the following Monday we will continue classes, with substitutes in for their classes (Intro to Evil 101 and 102, and Xenobiology). We apologize for the inconvenience. Sincerely, Headmaster Creed.”

Kitty blinked. “Creed like Victor Creed? He’s the headmaster of a school?”

“And the classes! Intro to Evil and Xenobiology? That’s not normal curriculum, even by your standards. What even is Xenobiology?”

“The study of synthesizing and manipulating biological systems.” Kurt added helpfully. Everyone looked at Kurt, who shrugged. “I can read.”

Kitty looked back at the screen. “Their guest must be Scott. They’ve been planning this for longer than we thought. This isn’t some spur of the moment thing. Miss. Frost could be Emma Frost, remember her?” she looked at Bobby, who nodded. “She and the Professor used to be fighting with one another all the time. She’s like the only telepath that can keep up with him. Hank told me that she could turn into diamond. Maybe she shed or something when she broke the window?”

Kitty frowned. “Maybe not shedding, but something along those lines. It’d explain the diamonds. Everything fits. This place is a few hours from here, a little under four hours if you take highways, four and a half if you take back roads with less people and cameras.”

Kitty clicked around a bit more. “The timecode on the camera said it was around nine in the morning.” She check her watch. “It’s three now. They’ve been there for an hour.”

Kurt clenched his fists together. “An hour in danger. Can you find security footage? A live stream, maybe?”

Kitty shrugged. “I’ll try.”

“Okay, so we know where and when, but why?” Bobby asked.

“Does someone want to explain why there’s a phone in the toaster?” came a voice from behind everyone. Rouge nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned around along with everyone else (except for Kitty).

In the doorway stood Logan, wearing a leather jacket and a white shirt, jeans, and boots, his face slightly flushed from the heat in the outside.

“You said you were two hours away.” Rouge said as Logan walked further into the room. “Two hours going the speed limit. What’s going on?”

Kurt spoke up. “Rouge called us and said Scott was gone. When we got here, the hacked our stuff and we had to destroy everything to make sure they can’t listen or look in.”

“Why is there a phone in the toaster?”

Amanda sheepishly raised her hand. “That’s me, Mr. Logan. I got tired of smashing phones with my hands so I figured ten minutes in the toaster would work just as well.”

Bobby shrugged. “She’s not wrong.”

“Okay, but I am sure there were other ways to-,”

“Uh-oh.” Kitty muttered. Everyone turned back to her, bent of her computer screen.

“What?” implored Bobby, moving closer to Kitty.  Rouge felt her stomach lurch, her spine tingling as Kitty moved out of the way to show the screen.

“I’ve got a live stream up. It’s not good.”

It was Scott, strapped to a table, still wearing the clothes he was wearing in the security camera footage. The footage was hazy, not clear like the mansions, but it was clear that the body on the table was Scott. He was tied down by his wrists and ankles, his neck and check. There was nowhere to go. It seemed that they had turned on the footage in the middle of a conversation as kitty turned up the volume

“We’ll see.”

Scott had some sort of contraption over his eyes, like his visor, but it looked 3 inches thick, like someone had taken a metal sheet and folded it over his eyes, leaving him blinded.

Scott strained against the cuffs, struggling to avail to escape.

“Now, now, Scott.” Exclaimed the woman who was talking to him. She had blonde hair and was wearing all white. Frost.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.” Frost shook her head and tutted as she opened a file folder and look at its contents.

“Your results aren’t too good. Exhaustion, nystagmus, malaise, anemia, brought on by a poor diet, I’m sure,” Frost commented. “Tachycardia, Hypotension, Leukopenia, a BMI in the 15’s- goodness that’d characterize you as a severely underweight! It looks like you’ve been working yourself to the bone. I’m surprised you can even walk, really. Tell me, any blackouts you’ve been having while you’re trying to stay awake?”

“Bite me.”

Frost chuckled. “I’ll put that as a yes. Scott, what makes you think your friends will come for you when they’ve let you get this bad?”

Scott shook his head. “You’ve got another thing coming.”

“Are you sure, Scott? Why would they come to help you when they haven’t before? We haven’t done anything to you yet and you’re clearly suffering.”

It got quiet for a moment, Frost staring at Scott. Suddenly, Scott thrashed under his bindings more violently than before. “Get out of my head!”

Kitty slammed the laptop shut, looking pale. “That’s enough.” She looked down at her laptop and then back at Rouge, who was standing next to Logan, looking like she had made eye contact with Medusa, muscles tensed, face emotionless. Kitty thought for a brief moment that maybe Bobby had frozen her, until Rouge took a deep, shuddering breath.

“We’re going to get him. Get changed.”

With that, Rouge left the room, Logan stalking out behind her. Kitty looked back at her laptop as the others left the room, leaving Kitty alone. She needed to be alone for a moment.

It hurt her heart to see Scott in so much pain, it hurt so much it made it physically hard to breathe. Kitty was no stranger to the sacrifices Scott had made for all of them. Kitty had tried to the best of her ability to help Scott, staying out of trouble, taking in some extra income from some programming jobs. She had always secretly admired him, even before the incident. When she met him, he was handsome and good-natured, a confident leader who reeked natural authority, although somewhat standoffish. It wasn’t later that she realized that his hesitation when making friends was due to his powers; one misstep and a wall could explode. Scott almost killed her when she accidently walked into the danger room when he was doing target practice. Scott had seen her just as he opened his eyes, and he threw his hand in front of his eyes. Kitty felt incredibly guilty, but Scott consoled her, saying that it was bound to happen at some point, might as well happen sooner than later.

Scott had consoled her, even though he could have gotten hurt. He was just that type of guy. He was also so hopelessly devoted to Jean. They had been interested in one another for quite some time before they even started dating when they were both sixteen. He was so in love with her, and when Jean gave in to the Phoenix Force, it crushed Scott. Kitty knew full well that Scott would have gotten himself killed if the Professor had not locked him in the danger room. By the time Hank opened the door to let Scott out, it was too late. Jean was dead, half the mansion was reduced to rubble, and more than half the other mutants died as a result, either in the fire from smoke inhalation or from the building collapsing. The only reason Kitty was alive was because she phased through everything with Rouge in hand. It was all Kitty could do but watch as Scott tore through the debris, hoping to find Jean. When he did all kitty could do was cast her eyes away as Scott cradled her body, head low into her chest, completely silent with grief.

It was hard to believe that was seven months ago.

One time, when Kitty first arrived and was having trouble controlling her powers, Scott took her to the danger room. After an hour, they had gotten nowhere and Kitty wanted to give up. She couldn’t even kick anything in frustration because her leg went right through everything. Scott sat down with her in the middle of the room and told her about his own powers. He should have been able to control them, he said, but a head injury as a kid prevented that. And he lived in fear everyday of what he might do to someone. Then he told her a secret that he made her swear not to tell anyone else.

When Scott was fifteen, he had Tony Stark measure his optic blast powers. Without Scott holding back all, no visor or glasses, the power exceeded 2 gigawatts; that was more than half a nuclear power plant at its peak performance. Scott told her that he had never knowingly used more than a small fraction of his full power. When Kitty asked him why he wasn’t afraid, Scott had given her a small smile and said the words that changed her life.

“Every human has four fundamental truths that they are born with- self-awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate freedom... The power to choose, to respond, to change. We choose how to use power. We choose to change.”

“What if there is no choice?”

“There is always a choice.”

There is always a choice. Kitty wondered if Scott still believed that now.

“Kitty, let’s go!” Kitty looked over her shoulder to see Rouge standing there, dressed in her uniform, eyes cold and determined. Kitty stood up. “Okay.”

And then she walked out of the room without looking back.

#scott summers #fanfiction