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Summary:

untitled chat
Tuesday, 1:15pm
(Scott Summers has added 10 numbers to “untitled chat”.)
(Scott Summers has named the chat “xavier’s poli sci!”)
Scott Summers: Hi everyone, this is Scott from PS3196. This is the groupchat we were all talking about during class. Can everyone respond with their names so that we know who each number is?

summers the bummer
(members: Bobby Drake and Scott Summers)
Wednesday, 1:21pm
iceicebaby: u made that chat so u could get jean’s number didn’t u
scottydoesntknow: Fuck off

Text Fic Uni AU with the X-Men!

Notes:

iceicebaby: everyone point at scott and laugh
nepobaby: HAHAHAHAHHAHAA 👆
beastmode: 🤣🤣🤣

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: scott "simp" summers

Chapter Text

untitled chat 

Tuesday, 1:15pm

(Scott Summers has added 10 numbers to “untitled chat”.) 

(Scott Summers has named the chat “xavier’s poli sci!”) 

Scott Summers: Hi everyone, this is Scott from PS3196. This is the groupchat we were all talking about during class. Can everyone respond with their names so that we know who each number is? 

???: No problem! This is Jean 😊Thanks for organizing the groupchat, Scott! 

???: kurt here hiiiiii! 

???: Ororo. I look forward to working with you all this term.

???: logan 

???: hey y’all, this is anna-marie! thought i’d text with the accent so y’all can recognize me XD

???: I’m Hank 🤓Third year double major in Physics 🧪and Political Science 📘. Excited for this semester! 🎉

???: bobbyyyy can’t wait to panic over deadlines w u guys xo 

???: Warren Worthington III 👍

???: je m’appelle remy! 

???: BRO YOUR NAME IS REMY AND YOU’RE FRENCH??????

???: this is jubilee btw!!!!!! 

 

summers the bummer

(members: Bobby Drake and Scott Summers) 

Wednesday, 1:21pm 

iceicebaby: u made that chat so u could get jean’s number didn’t u

scottydoesntknow: Fuck off 

iceicebaby: that’s not a no!!!!! 

scottydoesntknow: I WILL block you again

iceicebaby: >:) 

 

xavier’s poli sci! 

Wednesday, 1:22pm

(Bobby Drake changed Scott Summers’s name to scottydoesntknow.) 

(Bobby Drake changed Bobby Drake’s name to iceicebaby.) 

Jubilee: NICE

(Jubilee changed Jubilee’s name to sparky.) 

Kurt Wagner: !!!

(Kurt Wagner changed Logan’s name to shortking.) 

(Logan changed Kurt Wagner’s name to kurtwanker.) 

kurtwanker: :(  

sparky: WAITTTTT 

(sparky changed Remy Le Beau’s name to remyratatouille.) 

remyratatouille: mon ami 

remyratatouille: i love it

sparky: YAYYYY 

Hank McCoy : I’m confused 🤔

sparky: dw!!! you’ll get your nickname soon!!! 

Hank McCoy: Sounds good! 😃👍

 

summers the bummer 

Wednesday, 1:27pm 

scottydoesntknow: BOBBY. 

iceicebaby: WHAT

iceicebaby: R U ALLERGIC TO FUN SCOTT

scottydoesntknow: This is a serious class! 

iceicebaby: ur just worried im embarrassing u 

scottydoesntknow: No, I just think nicknames like these are unprofessional in an academic setting

iceicebaby: oh my godddddd please schedule an appt to get that stick out of ur ass 

 

xavier’s poli sci! 

Wednesday, 1:28pm

Jean Grey: I love this 

(Jean Grey changed Jean Grey’s name to jncojean.) 

scottydoesntknow: Definitely agree. Good to remember we’re peers instead of businessmen. 

jncojean: Exactly!! 

 

summers the bummer 

Wednesday, 1:30pm 

iceicebaby: LMAOOOOOOO 

iceicebaby: YOU FUCKING SIMP 

iceicebaby: I CANT ADLFJSDLJSDLJDS YOU MET HER O N C E 

scottydoesntknow: I. Hate you

iceicebaby: but not the nicknames huh 

scottydoesntknow: Blocked

 

untitled chat

(members: Jubilee and Kurt Wagner) 

Wednesday, 2:03 pm 

Jubilee: heyyyy this is jubilee from poli sci!!! 

Kurt: omg hi!! 

Kurt: what’s up?? 

Jubilee: ok so here’s my thought

Jubilee: class without friends 🤢🤢🤢  

Jubilee: class with friends 🤩🤩🤩

Jubilee: soooooo do you wanna be poli sci buddies??? 

Kurt: ahhhhh ja!!!! i’d love that 

Kurt : we could have study sessions!! 

Jubilee: DUDEEEEEE 

(Jubilee changed the name of the chat to “academic weapons 🔥”) 

Jubilee: speaking of have you started the reading yet

Kurt: naur 

Jubilee: SLAYYYY me neither 🙏

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Wednesday, 2:03pm 

nepobaby: Obsessed with Scott asking for everyone’s names like he doesn’t know half of us already 

iceicebaby: REAL 

iceicebaby: wait i wanna shit talk with an audience gimme one sec

nepobaby: Werk etc 

 

barbershop quartet 

(members: Bobby Drake, Hank McCoy, Scott Summers, and Warren Worthington III) 

Wednesday, 2:04pm 

iceicebaby: everyone point at scott and laugh 

nepobaby: HAHAHAHAHHAHAA 👆

beastmode: 🤣🤣🤣

scottydoesntknow: 😐

beastmode: Wait, why are we laughing at Scott? 

iceicebaby: bc he’s a simp 

nepobaby: And a poser 

scottydoesntknow: GUYS???

nepobaby: Me when I pretend I don’t know anyone to get Jean’s number 

scottydoesntknow: STOP 

beastmode: Ah, I see. 

beastmode: Speaking of the chat, I wasn’t confused about the nicknames, I was confused as to why Bobby didn’t give Warren and I our nicknames! 😧

nepobaby: HEY YEAH 

nepobaby: TRAITOR 

iceicebaby: listen scott can’t pull off this ruse all by himself ok 

scottydoesntknow: Bobby istg 

iceicebaby: as far as jean is concerned we’ve never met 

scottydoesntknow: Oh my god

beastmode: That doesn’t seem wise…

nepobaby: But hear me out

nepobaby: It’s entertaining and I’m bored 

iceicebaby: this is why ur my favorite warwar 

nepobaby: NO. 

beastmode: Why not just ask her out, Scott? 

scottydoesntknow: I mean I’ve only met her once 

iceicebaby: and yet we’re here

scottydoesntknow: I’M JUST SAYING 

scottydoesntknow: I’m going to give it some more time to see if my initial feelings actually prove true

nepobaby: huh 

scottydoesntknow: Literally stfu Warren last time you went out with a guy you panicked after a week and told him things were moving too fast

scottydoesntknow: And you hadn’t even kissed

nepobaby: ALLEGEDLY ‼️

iceicebaby: yurrrr he’s got u there warry baby 

nepobaby: Worse somehow

beastmode: Scott has a point, but just because Warren has commitment issues doesn’t mean you, Scott, don’t have issues with trusting your feelings. 

iceicebaby: OH?????? 

scottydoesntknow: HANK???????

beastmode: Just ask her out and see what happens! It’s perfectly normal to have romantic and/or sexual feelings for a person after spending two hours with them in class. 

nepobaby: KLJSDFLKJDSLFDLSJF

scottydoesntknow: Except that’s INSANE behavior, Hank

scottydoesntknow: She’s going to think I’m a creep 

iceicebaby: well that’s a little far

scottydoesntknow: AND! It’s probably best at the start of the semester not to rush into a relationship

scottydoesntknow: I still don’t know what my course load is going to look like 

nepobaby: Babe…

beastmode: Those are valid reasons, but you and I both know you’re making excuses. 

beastmode: Not blaming you for that, of course. But I am concerned that you’ll keep making those excuses until we’ve graduated. 

iceicebaby: DAMN

scottydoesntknow: ….I hate it when you’re right

beastmode: So you hate me all the time? 

nepobaby: GO OFF 

iceicebaby: GET IT HANK 

scottydoesntknow: Tell you what

scottydoesntknow: I PROMISE 

scottydoesntknow: I will ask Jean out before November 

beastmode: Sounds good! 

nepobaby: ANDDDD if you don’t, you have to go back home with me for Christmas because I know damn well you don’t have plans and I refuse to be alone in that hellhole 

iceicebaby: AND! u have to go clubbing with me on november 1st as punishment

scottydoesntknow:

scottydoesntknow: Fine

iceicebaby: YESSSSSSSS

iceicebaby: now that that’s over….hank bby can u come help me understand wtf is going on with this reading 😩😩😩

beastmode: I’m On my way! 

iceicebaby: i change my mind hank is my favorite

nepobaby: THIS IS SO SICK 

 

alleged furries 

(members: Kurt and Logan) 

Thursday, 9:36am 

kurtwanker: logan 

kurtwanker: logan 

kurtwanker: logannnnnnnn

kurtwanker: logan logan logan logan

10:09am 

kurtwanker: LOGAN 

kurtwanker: LOGI BEAR

shortking: what do you want kurt

kurtwanker: hello to you too 

kurtwanker: do you wanna come get coffee with jubilee and i??? 

shortking: who 

kurtwanker: from poli sci!! 

kurtwanker: with the bright yellow jacket 

shortking: oh 

kurtwanker: pleaseeeeee 

kurtwanker: i’ll buy you kombucha

shortking: very funny 

kurtwanker: hehehe

kurtwanker: whatever you want then 

shortking: sigh

shortking: yeah sure i’ll go

kurtwanker: WOOHOO you’re driving

shortking: excuse me 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

(members: Ororo Munroe and Jean Grey) 

Thursday, 11:14am 

jncojean: Hey! Feel like coffee at 11:30? 

orororoyourboat: Always

jncojean: Awesome! I can pick you up?? 

orororoyourboat: Sounds good! 

 

untitled chat

Thursday, 11:39am 

Jean Grey: Hey, it’s Jean from Xavier’s poli sci class! I’m here with Ororo, do you mind if we join your study session? 

Jean Grey: Totally cool if not, also! 

Logan: hey jean 

Logan: yeah go for it, I’ll grab some chairs

Jean Grey: Thank you sm! 

 

untitled chat 

Thursday, 5:02pm 

(Jubilee added 4 numbers to “untitled chat”.) 

(Jubilee named the chat “coffee gang ☕ 💪💪”)

(Jubilee changed their name to sparky) 

sparky: hey gworls 

sparky: pitching weekly coffee 👀👀👀

Kurt Wagner: JASSSSSSS

(Kurt Wagner changed their name to bamf) 

(Logan changed bamf’s name to kurtwanker) 

kurtwanker: can’t have shit in detroit

(kurtwanker changed Logan’s name to shortking) 

(Jean Grey changed their name to jncojean) 

(jncojean changed Ororo’s name to orororoyourboat) 

jncojean: I’m super down for weekly coffee! (And studying I assume) 

orororoyourboat: Nerd 

orororoyourboat: But yes absolutely, I had fun with you all today 

shortking: not gonna study every week but i’ll have coffee 

kurtwanker: not kombucha 🥺

shortking: i’m laughing so hard rn. 

orororoyourboat: BRUTAL  

sparky: waitttt what’s the deal with the kombucha logan 

jncojean: ^^^ 

kurtwanker: logan i see you typing don’t you DARE this is my story to tell 

sparky: oop

kurtwanker: ok so logan is a big beer fan right 

sparky: come on denver colorado coded 😩

kurtwanker: EXACTLY 

kurtwanker: but anyway we’re getting drinks one night and logan has an INSANELY high tolerance 

kurtwanker: so he leaves to go to the bathroom and while he’s gone. i pull out the kombucha i’ve had stowed away in my bag for the past two hours 

jncojean: Kurt what 😭

kurtwanker: it is lemon and ginger kombucha from the farmer’s market. it is vinegary. it is the gladiator in the arena against bad gut health 

orororoyourboat: Oh god

kurtwanker: and our lovely friend logan usually survives exclusively off of beers, beef jerky, and day-old room temperature water 

sparky: come on depression meal!!! 

shortking: 😐

kurtwanker: needless to say he cannot handle any flavor beyond the color brown 

kurtwanker: so while he’s in the bathroom i, LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, order an empty glass from the bartender and fill it with the kombucha

kurtwanker: and i hide the real beer under my seat 

jncojean: RISKY MOVE 

kurtwanker: oh my shoes were Wet 

kurtwanker: but it was a small price to pay for logan’s reaction 

kurtwanker: pure agony. the flames of hell across every inch of his face

kurtwanker: this man barely emotes but that day??? OH BOY DID HE 

shortking: IT HURT 

orororoyourboat: H o w 

shortking: it was so sour and so carbonated 

shortking: like being attacked by small angry lemons 

shortking: my tongue didn’t recover for a week 

jncojean: 😭😭😭

shortking: i now drink only from my own flask

shortking: kurt will never poison me again 

sparky: the dramatics 💀

orororoyourboat: I respect it honestly 

orororoyourboat: Though I am concerned for your gut health now 

jncojean: Same 

jncojean: Wait this gives me an idea!! 

jncojean: Each week we bring Logan a new food to try! 

sparky: YOOOOOOOOOOOO 

kurtwanker: jean you’re a genius

kurtwanker: JEANIUS 

orororoyourboat: Love 

(orororoyourboat changed jncojean’s name to jeanius) 

jeanius: Also Logan we don’t actually have to do that if you’re not comfortable, I just thought it would be fun! 

shortking: nah it’s no problem 

shortking: i’m fine eating nasty shit 

shortking: car pay diyum or whatever 

sparky: PARDON 

orororoyourboat: HELP 

shortking: what 

kurtwanker: LKJSDLFJSFLKSDJLFD LOGAN 

jeanius: I’m–

orororoyourboat: Logan, the phrase is carpe diem, it’s Latin 

shortking: oh 

 

alleged furries

Thursday, 5:15pm 

kurtwanker: ok are you upset and or embarrassed be fr 

shortking: no i’m fine

kurtwanker: logan 🔫

shortking: it’s a little embarrassing but i’m fine dw about it

kurtwanker: too late now be fr fr with me 

shortking: i don’t know where i heard carpe diem 

shortking: it’s just in my head 

shortking: so 

kurtwanker: i gotchu 

 

coffee gang ☕ 💪💪

Thursday, 5:20pm 

kurtwanker: okayyyyyy everyone be nice 🙄

kurtwanker: some of us went to public school 

kurtwanker: and some of us went to public school in germany

sparky: REAL 

sparky: my school didn’t even offer french like 💀

orororoyourboat: …To be honest I only know carpe diem because Jean made me watch Dead Poets’ Society 

sparky: SAME 

 

alleged furries 

Thursday, 5:21pm

shortking: you and i both know you were raised in a circus

kurtwanker: and that’s a secret i’ll never tell 

kurtwanker: xoxo 

shortking: gossip girl 

kurtwanker: JAAAAAA

 

untitled chat

Thursday, 5:22pm 

Jean Grey: Hey, I’m sorry we made fun of you for not knowing how to spell carpe diem 

Jean Grey: That was a shitty thing to do

Logan: nah dw about it 

Logan: i know you didn’t mean anything by it 

Jean Grey: Okay

Jean Grey: But lmk if you ever do get mad about it because I’ll repay you

Logan: ???

Jean Grey: You know through beer or something

Logan: ohhhh ok

Logan: thanks jean 

Jean Grey: Np! 

 

alleged furries 

Thursday, 5:26pm 

shortking: IMG.jpg 

kurtwanker: AWWW SHE’S SO NICE 

shortking: yeah 

kurtwanker: i love jean 

shortking: was that weird 

kurtwanker: wdym bestie

shortking: the repaying thing 

kurtwanker: i don’t think so???? if i had to guess i think she just has anxiety 

shortking: true 

kurtwanker: don’t stress about it logi bear 

shortking: ugh 

 

academic weapons 🔥

Thursday, 5:43pm 

(Jubilee changed Kurt Wagner’s name to “kombuchaassassin”)

(Jubilee changed their name to “kurtswetshoes”) 

kombuchaassassin: slay 

kombuchaassassin: also while we’re here 

kombuchaassassin: what are your thoughts on jean 

kurtswetshoes: ok first of all love the cryptic energy 

kurtswetshoes: second i love her!!! she’s so nice and friendly 

kurtswetshoes: why??

kombuchaassassin: she apologized to logan about the carpe diem thing and it was very nice

kurtswetshoes: aw legend! 

kombuchaassassin: but 

kombuchaassassin: she said she’d repay logan for being mean with “like a beer or something” 

kurtswetshoes: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

kurtswetshoes: i deffo see why we’re being cryptic now hehehehe

kurtswetshoes: do you think she likes him??? 

kombuchaassassin: idkkkkkkkkk 

kombuchaassassin: but i could see it 

kurtswetshoes: yeah i was also picking up on some Vibes from logan at coffee

kombuchaassassin: OKAY I’M SO GLAD YOU SAID IT BC I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING 

kurtswetshoes: YOOOO SAME BRAIN 

kombuchaassassin: obviously i don’t want to be planning or scheming yet bc it’s been A Day 

kurtswetshoes: right right we love self-control 

kombuchaassassin: exactly 😫

kombuchaassassin: but uh. petition to keep an eye on it

kurtswetshoes: SIGNED AND INITIALED

kombuchaassassin: JASSSSSSSSSS 

kurtswetshoes: GOSSIPS 4 LIFE 

kombuchaassassin: ALWAYS

 

barbershop quartet 

Thursday, 6:07pm 

nepobaby: GUESS WHO SAW JEAN AT WORK TODAY 

Chapter 2: the suite life of jean and maddie

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

barbershop quartet 

Thursday, September 14th, 6:09pm 

nepobaby: GUESS WHO SAW JEAN AT WORK TODAY 

iceicebaby: I SAID SAY MORE RIGHT NOW 

scottydoesntknow: Warren why do you even have a job aren’t you richer than god 

nepobaby: Says the man whose parents died in a private plane crash

iceicebaby: uh

beastmode: Warren, what the hell? 

scottydoesntknow: SHJBFHSTEGFM

scottydoesntknow: It’s fine guys don’t worry 

scottydoesntknow: Anyway you saw Jean? 

nepobaby: Oui oui mon ami 

iceicebaby: 🗣️ JE M’APPELLE LAFAYETTE ‼️ 🔥🔥🔥

scottydoesntknow: Die 

nepobaby: But yes she was there with some other people from poli sci 

iceicebaby: qui

beastmode: Why are we French now? 

iceicebaby: VIVE LA REVOLUTION 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🥖🥖🥖

nepobaby: ANYWAY

nepobaby: I don’t remember their names but German guy, short guy, bright yellow jacket girl, and the punk-looking girl with white hair 

beastmode: So Kurt, Logan, Jubilee, and Ororo. 

scottydoesntknow: Oh nice 

scottydoesntknow: I like Ororo, she seems cool 

nepobaby: Mhmmm

nepobaby: And based on my superior people skills I’m 78% sure Ororo and Jean are friends and Kurt, Logan, and Jubilee are friends 

nepobaby: Also I think they all ran into each other by accident 

nepobaby: If I had to hazard a guess 

iceicebaby: ok bbc sherlock!!! 

scottydoesntknow: NO

beastmode: Traumatic. 

nepobaby: ANYWAY Scott my dear she ordered a blonde latte with 1 pump of mocha if you ever want to surprise her with coffee 

nepobaby: AFTER YOU’VE STARTED DATING. OBVIOUSLY

iceicebaby: can u imagine 

iceicebaby: hi jean here’s ur coffee 

iceicebaby: oh how do i miraculously know ur order????? uhhhhhhhh i’m. telepathic lol 😅😅😅

scottydoesntknow: …so ignoring that 

iceicebaby: WOW

scottydoesntknow: Thanks for the intel, Warren 

scottydoesntknow: I’ll probably never use it :D 

beastmode: WRONG. According to the pact you’ll likely use it before November. 🙃

scottydoesntknow: Ughhhhhh

beastmode: And hear me out here: you could go grab coffee next week around the same time from Warren’s workplace and say hi to her. That’s a great opportunity to bond so that you can get to know her better without the added pressure of it being a date. 

nepobaby: ^^^

iceicebaby: guys does hank….have rizz 

beastmode: More than you, Bobby. 

scottydoesntknow: OBLITERATED

nepobaby: Holy shit 

iceicebaby:

iceicebaby: this house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE 

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church

(members: Remy LeBeau and Anna-Marie)  

Friday, September 15th, 5:01am 

sugah: salut ma chère

sugah: brunch at 10?? 🥐☕

8:13am 

chere: ofc bby! 💚💛

chere: but also why were you up at 5am my love

sugah: thinking of you 

chere: awww 

chere: now what was it actually. 

sugah: just couldn’t sleep 

chere: aw i’m sorry 

sugah: nah it’s alright, means i get to plan a date with you <3

chere: you’re so embarrassing 

 

2 best friends…they might kiss 

(members: Anna-Marie and Alison Blaire)

Friday, September 15th, 9:02am 

blossom: hey 

bubbles: hmm don’t like that 

bubbles: what’s wrong babes

blossom: it’s not a huge deal but 

blossom: remy texted me really early this morning 

blossom: and when i asked why he kinda avoided the question 

bubbles: uh oh 

blossom: it’s stupid but i’m worried he’s “working” again 

bubbles: you mean with the guild?? 

bubbles: and it’s not stupid, rogue 

blossom: yeah

blossom: and obviously idgaf about *what* he’s doing bc i’m not a cop 

blossom: but i am worried he’s gonna get himself hurt

bubbles: then tell him that 

blossom: it’s not that simple ali 

bubbles: it is 

bubbles: maybe he won’t quit but he will listen to you. he loves and respects you too much to ignore you and if he does i’ll beat his ass  

bubbles: just talk to him at brunch ok 

blossom: yeah 

blossom: ugh you’re right, i’ll talk to him 

bubbles: fantastic, love a communication moment 

blossom: thank you i appreciate it 

bubbles: always 

blossom: and if i text you after brunch and i didn’t talk to him, pls come knock some sense into me 

bubbles: my sworn duty 

 

fun-sized gang 

(members: Jubilee and Kitty Pryde) 

Friday, September 15th, 1:00pm 

starburst: yo 

kitkat: sup 

starburst: do you wanna come meet my new friend and i for lunch n talk shit abt ppl you don’t know 

kitkat: say less 

kitkat: pick me up in 20 

starburst: bet 

 

PS3196  

Dear all, 

I hope you are well and looking forward to the weekend as much as I am. 

For the Monday after next’s assignment, I’ve split you up into two groups of 4 and one group of 3. Please prepare a presentation discussing the recent Sokovia Accords, explaining them as though I were completely unfamiliar with the subject. This is just to help sharpen your public speaking and teamwork skills. Please do not stress! 

Groups are as follows: 

Hank McCoy, Remy LeBeau, Jubilation Lee, and Bobby Drake 

Anna-Marie, Ororo Munroe, Warren Worthington III, and Kurt Wagner

Scott Summers, Jean Grey, and Logan Howlett 

 

All the best, 

Charles Xavier 

(pronouns: he/him)

Professor of Political Science

Department of Social Sciences 

University of Westchester 

Office Hours: Thursdays 12:00–2:00pm 

 

academic weapons 🔥

Friday, September 15th, 5:01pm 

kombuchaassassin: JUBILATION????? 

kurtswetshoes: NO COMMENT 

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 15th, 5:07pm 

iceicebaby: TOGETHER FOREVER HANK 

iceicebaby: NOTHING COULD EVER COME BETWEEN US 

beastmode: I see you’ve seen Professor Xavier’s email. 

iceicebaby: BONDED BY FATE 

nepobaby: If we’re going to bring fate into the conversation…

nepobaby: @scottydoesntknow HOW ARE YOU FEELING 

iceicebaby: !!! 

scottydoesntknow: I’m on the bus home from the library what happened

beastmode: We have a group presentation due the Monday after next. 

nepobaby: But that’s not the relevant bit

nepobaby: You’re in a group with Jean!!!!!!! 

nepobaby: And the short guy but he’s been quiet in class so who cares

iceicebaby: the short guy 💀

scottydoesntknow: … 

iceicebaby: ok drama

scottydoesntknow: Is it weird that I’m smiling rn 

iceicebaby: AWWWWWW 

beastmode: Not weird at all! That’s very sweet. 

nepobaby: Scotty’s got a cruuuuuush 

scottydoesntknow: Stopppp

scottydoesntknow: I feel bad being excited about this 

scottydoesntknow: This is meant to be a serious group project, not a club night

scottydoesntknow: And I don’t want to flirt and then potentially make Jean feel uncomfortable in class bc she doesn’t feel the same 

iceicebaby: get this man some zoloft i am sick of your melodramatic ass 

beastmode: Bobby, that’s not productive. 

beastmode: Scott. It’s normal to have a crush on someone. It does not make you a bad person. 

nepobaby: ^^^

nepobaby: If anything, you being terrified of potentially making Jean uncomfortable or crossing a boundary just means you’re a very anxious, hyper-aware of Bad Outcomes, very good person

nepobaby: Bad people don’t worry about that kind of thing 

scottydoesntknow: That doesn’t seem right 

beastmode: Warren has a point, but I understand your anxieties. Just focus on getting home and try to take your mind off of it. We don’t want you spiraling. 

scottydoesntknow: But if I’m not thinking about it that means I don’t care about those boundaries

beastmode: That’s a compulsion, not the truth. Call me. 

scottydoesntknow: I’m fine you don’t need to call me 

beastmode: Too late. 

iceicebaby:

iceicebaby: damn

nepobaby: Good lord

 

princess protection program

(members: Hank McCoy, Warren Worthington III, and Bobby Drake) 

Friday, September 15th, 5:54pm

beautynthebeast: Who else thinks we should kill the headmaster of Scott’s orphanage? 

barbiefairytopia: I’m in 

elsa: i’ll bring the shovel 

elsa: seriously tho is scott ok

beautynthebeast: He’ll be alright. It was a buildup of stress, I’d bet. 

beautynthebeast: Alex is apparently trying to transfer to our university, but his foster parents are threatening not to pay tuition if he does. I think that, as well as his difficulty in feeling anything but guilt for desiring someone romantically, caused him to spiral and panic. 

beautynthebeast: He said he was going to take a shower and watch a film, so hopefully everything will be alright and he’ll be back to his usual self soon. 

elsa: yeah 

elsa: thanks for checking on him hank

barbiefairytopia: Agreed 

barbiefairytopia: Though what did you mean by the orphanage thing??? Is everything ok there????

elsa: ^^^

beautynthebeast: Yes, he just spoke to me about how he was encouraged not to form close bonds with anyone, as the headmaster said he would never be adopted. 

barbiefairytopia: Jesus

elsa: well ig that explains the romantic panic 

barbiefairytopia: Fr 

 

daddy issues

(members: Scott Summers and Warren Worthington III) 

Friday, September 15th, 6:35pm

richierich: Hey man

richierich: Want to come to kickboxing with me tmrw? 

richierich: I’ll drive 

7:02pm 

lilorphanannie: Sure 

richierich: Cool, I’ll pick you up at 7:30am

lilorphanannie: Thanks 

 

the parent trap (1998)

(members: Jean Grey and Madelyne Pryor)

Friday, September 15th, 9:15pm

annie: OK NOW THAT YOU’RE OUT OF REHEARSAL I HAVE TERRIBLE NEWS

annie: OUR CLASS IS DOING A GROUP PROJECT 

hallie: jean this is lich rally a non issue you’ve been leading teams since before we knew we were related

hallie: i think you can handle a group project 

annie: No no I’m not worried about the group project part 

hallie: ???? then what’s the issue 

annie: I was GOING to tell you, but you rudely interrupted my dramatic reveal smh 

hallie: ohhh i see 

hallie: ok go again

annie: Thank you 😌

annie: TERRIBLE NEWS

hallie: WHAT

annie: OUR CLASS IS DOING A GROUP PROJECT

hallie: GASP

annie: AND I’M IN A GROUP W THE GUY I LIKE

hallie: OH FUCK

hallie: wait that IS terrible news

annie: I KNOW 

hallie: bc there is nothing that gives the ick more than a guy who can’t work as a team 

annie: I KNOW

hallie: SO THIS IS A TEST 

annie: I KNOW 

hallie: this is the guy you said looked like slenderman right 

annie: Maddie YOU said that 

hallie: that’s your own fault for saying he was tall and slender 

annie: 😑

annie: ANYWAY I’ve ALSO been grouped with coffee guy 

hallie: the guy you said looked like a tater tot??????

annie: AGAIN

annie: THAT WAS YOU 

hallie: and YOU described him as short and wide “in a muscly way” so whose fault is it really 

annie: Still yours x 

hallie: rude

hallie: i’m 100% with you tho this is horrific news and you WILL be keeping me updated 

annie: Obviously!!!

annie: Anyway how was rehearsal 

hallie: it was good, pretty standard

hallie: we ran through the opening number for the first time and let me tell you

hallie: the girl playing elle can SING 

hallie: which is to be expected obviously bc elle is a hard fucking part and they’re not gonna cast some quavery fresher

hallie: but STILL

hallie: AND she’s a natural blonde 

hallie: and she doesn’t even have the respect to have natural dishwater dirty blonde hair. oh no. 

hallie: miss ma’am is serving RAPUNZEL which personally i think is unfair

annie: If i didn’t know better I’d think you were jealous 

hallie: please

hallie: there’s no denying she’s good but she’s still a mezzo 

hallie: lord knows no one else in that cast can hit a high c but me 

annie: Why does everything have to be a competition 😭

hallie: how else would i motivate myself 

annie: Concerning!! 

hallie: maybe so

hallie: also i have a tech rehearsal from 9-5 tmrw but emma and i are gonna grab noodles & company after if you wanna join

annie: I’m down!

hallie: baller

hallie: bring ororo 

annie: Pourquoi

annie: Not that I’m against it but

hallie: i like her better than you

annie: Wow!!

 

set fire to the rain (adele)

Friday, September 15th, 9:47pm

jncojean: Noods & co w my sister and her situationship tmrw??

orororoyourboat: Absolutely

orororoyourboat: I never miss an opportunity to hang out with favorite redhead 

jncojean: WHAT 

orororoyourboat: Kidding <3

orororoyourboat: How *is* the Emma Situation lately?

jncojean: Last she talked to me about it she was drunk and crying to me on the bus abt not wanting Emma to see other ppl 

orororoyourboat: And now they’re getting dinner together??

jncojean: Yup

orororoyourboat: Gods

jncojean: Ikr 

jncojean : On the bright side, we’ll get to witness their drama up close and personal tmrw 

orororoyourboat: And we’ll debrief after??

jncojean: In the Dunkin parking lot as always 

orororoyourboat: Indubitably 😌😌😌

 

untitled chat

Friday, September 15th, 11:51pm 

Hank McCoy: Hey, this is Hank, Scott’s friend. 

Hank McCoy: I know it’s late and it’s not my place, but I wanted to check in. He told me it’s been difficult with your parents lately, and I just want to say that I am here if you need anything. 

11:57pm 

Alex Summers: Lmaooo I know who you are, Hank 

Alex Summers: Thank you though 

Alex Summers: It’s been really fuckin frustrating lately 

Alex Summers: My foster parents continue to hate Scott for no reason and it’s bullshit 

Alex Summers: And I want to get away from them but I can’t without their funds tbfh 

Alex Summers: Which is just

Alex Summers: Bleak 

Alex Summers: Anyway 

Alex Summers: Sorry for just. Dumping that on you when you barely know me lol

Hank McCoy: None of that, Alex. Any friend of Scott’s is a friend of yours, as far as I’m concerned. 

Alex Summers: Lol thanks

Alex Summers: Probs best to have as many ppl in my corner as possible right

Hank McCoy: Exactly my thought. 

Alex Summers: Yeah

Alex Summers: Anyway I’m gonna go to bed, but thanks 

Alex Summers: It. Really helped weirdly 

Hank McCoy: Anytime, Alex. 

Alex Summers: Night Hank

Hank McCoy: Goodnight! 🌖

 

2 best friends…they might kiss

Friday, September 15th, 11:59pm

bubbles: ok i gave you the whole day

bubbles: now

bubbles: how was brunch

Notes:

NEW CHARACTERS NEW CHARACTERS NEW CHARACTERS!!!!

first off i love bobby with the annoying ass pop culture references. he's just like me fr.
ROGUE AND REMY!!!!! the drama is seriously not a big deal i just put it in there for my own entertainment. Also Rogue and Dazzler are canon besties to ME.
kitty cameo <3
GROUP PROJECT MACHINATIONS EHEHEHEHEHE
in my mind. personally. scott summers has ocd. and i'm right
i also love hank being everyone's therapist and warren's approach to helping scott with his anxiety being "punch shit"
I LOVE MADDIE AND AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED SHE AND JEAN ARE TWIN SISTERS. I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS AND TALK SHIT. IS THAT SO WRONG
seriously tho maddie calling scott and logan slenderman and tater tot is the funniest thing i've ever written so. jot that down
idk why i put maddie and emma in a situationship i just think there should be more toxic wlw out there
ORORO AND JEAN BESTIES FOR THE RESTIE!!!!!!!! I love Ororo I can't wait to write her into more!!!
....the beginnings of hank/alex mwahaha
and ali waiting for rogue's updates like ???

Anyway that was the chapter!! This one was SUPER fun to write, can't wait to work on the next one! Lmk what you think with a comment or kudos xoxo

Chapter 3: harold...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

2 best friends…they might kiss

Friday, September 15th, 11:59pm

bubbles: ok i gave you the whole day

bubbles: now

bubbles: how was brunch

Saturday, September 16th, 8:46am

blossom: ahhh sorry i just woke up 

blossom: and brunch was good!! they had beignets which remy was vv excited about 

blossom: and ofc mimosas!!! 

bubbles: so true 

bubbles: but we both know that’s not what i was asking

blossom: don’t be mad 

bubbles: rogue. 

blossom: OKAY FINE I DIDN’T ASK HIM 

bubbles: ANNA MARIE LASTNAME 

blossom: I KNOW I KNOW BUT LIKE 

blossom: it’s not like he even likes working for them so i didn’t want to make it worse by asking him abt a situation he’s probably not even happy in 

bubbles: bullshit

bubbles: i get that but you have GOT to communicate with your boyfriend 

bubbles: they don’t call it the key to healthy relationships for nothing

blossom: listen i KNOW okay 

blossom: i just. idk it’s scary and i don’t want to fuck up our relationship 

blossom: we’ve barely even been dating for a year 

bubbles: i know this and i love you but rogue i promise you it is not that hard 

blossom: you haven’t even been in a relationship ali 

blossom: no offense but how would you know 

bubbles: ok first of all damn 

bubbles: don’t get mad at me for trying to knock some sense into you as you ASKED ME TO 

bubbles: and second of all 

bubbles: i’ll prove it to you 

blossom: what

9:08am 

blossom: ALISON 

 

and your friend steve 

(members: Alison Blaire and Remy LeBeau)

Friday, September 16th, 8:57am 

bagel: ur giving me agita

beignet: ??? pourquoi

bagel: PARCE QUE are you working for the guild again bc rogue is stressed and that means i am too

beignet: who told you that

bagel: common sense 

bagel: now tell me the truth

beignet: yeah 

beignet: i think you could single handedly take down the entire south

beignet: this is the least passive aggressive conversation i’ve ever had

bagel: thanks now get on with it 

beignet: ok ok 

beignet: apparently they have information on my parents 

beignet: i’ll talk to rogue 

bagel: good. 

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church

Friday, September 16th, 10:34am

sugah: i’m outside ma chère 😽 

chere: um

 

2 best friends…they might kiss 

Friday, September 16th, 10:34am 

blossom: WHAT DID YOU DO 

 

untitled chat

(members: Jean Grey and Logan) 

Friday, September 16th, 10:45am 

Jean Grey: Hi! Glad to be in a group with you 😊Do you have any preference for who makes the gc? 

Logan: nah 

Logan: tbh i expected the boy scout to do it

Jean Grey: Scott? 

Logan: yeah 

Logan: seems like his thing 

Jean Grey: Yeah you’re right, it does

Jean Grey: I hope he’s okay!! 

Jean Grey: I’ll go ahead and make the chat then xx 

Logan: thanks 

 

untitled chat

(members: Jean Grey, Scott Summers, and Logan) 

Friday, September 16th, 10:51am 

(Jean Grey has named the chat “group project!”) 

Jean Grey: Hi guys! Here’s the chat for our group project on the Sokovia Accords 👍When are you guys available? 

Logan: i’m open basically whenever except for tuesdays and thursdays 

Logan: weekends i’m usually being dragged somewhere by kurt but it shouldn’t be a problem 

 

princess protection program

Friday, September 16th, 11:02am 

barbiefairytopia: Ok just got back from post-kickboxing Jamba Juice 

barbiefairytopia: I brought Scott along bc he’s one of those freaks who feels better after they exercise 

beautynthebeast: That’s how endorphins work, Warren. They make everyone feel better after exercise. 

elsa: speak for urself all i feel is sweat and regret

barbiefairytopia: N E WAY Scott seems a LOT better not just bc of exercise but ALSO…

elsa: omg is this a dramatic reveal 

barbiefairytopia: HE SPARRED WITH SHORT GUY FROM POLI SCI 

elsa: WHAT 

beautynthebeast: He fought Logan?!?!!?!!? 

barbiefairytopia: Only in the context of it being a sparring match obviously they don’t actually hate each other yet 

beautynthebeast: Yet??? 

elsa: YET???? 

barbiefairytopia: YEAH OKAY SO THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SPICY 

beautynthebeast: I hope to god you don’t mean spicy as in booktok spicy. 

barbiefairytopia: Oh Christ no 

barbiefairytopia: Though honestly I could see it 

barbiefairytopia: NO they were like. Taunting each other while sparring

barbiefairytopia: And short guy was throwing BARBS 

elsa: receipts or it didn’t happen 

barbiefairytopia: He kept calling him “boy scout” kljdsfljsldjflsdjf

barbiefairtytopia: I gotchu Bobby baby 

barbiefairytopia: chihuahuafightsgreatdane.jpg  

elsa: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO 

beautynthebeast: Wait a minute, I’ve just remembered a crucial detail. 

barbiefairytopia: Oh???

beautynthebeast: Logan (or short guy, as you call him) is one of his partners for the group project. 

elsa: OH SHIT 

barbiefairytopia: BLOODY FUCKING HELL 

 

group project! 

Friday, September 16th, 11:03am 

Scott Summers: Sorry for the late response, I just got back from grabbing smoothies with my friend 

Scott Summers: I should be open most days of the week except for Tuesdays and Fridays. I also have extracurriculars on Wednesdays after 6pm, but other than that I should be free 

(Logan changed Scott Summers’ name to “boyscout”)

Logan: smoothies huh

Logan: so you needed to treat yourself after i kicked your ass 

boyscout: More of a celebratory smoothie, actually 

boyscout: For my victory over you 

(boyscout changed Logan’s name to “loser”) 

loser: oh c’mon you can be more creative than that 

boyscout: You’re right 

(boyscout changed loser’s name to “pipsqueak”) 

pipsqueak: if we’re going by that

(pipsqueak changed boyscout’s name to “slim”) 

pipsqueak: now i get why you needed a smoothie

pipsqueak: you look like you’d get knocked over by a light breeze

slim: And yet, you couldn’t knock me over

pipsqueak: i was going easy on you 

slim: Asking for a rematch? 

pipsqueak: why not 

pipsqueak: any chance to knock you on your ass i’ll take 

Jean Grey: Um

Jean Grey: What is happening? 

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 16th, 11:13am 

scottydoesntknow: EMERGENCY 

scottydoesntknow: screenshot.jpg

 

princess protection program 

Friday, September 16th, 11:13am 

elsa: OK WAIT BEFORE WE ALL HELP SCOTT 

elsa: can we agree that was gay as hell 

beautynthebeast: Absolutely. 

barbiefairytopia: Never seen anything more homoerotic in my life

elsa: ok fire back to our regularly scheduled programming 

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 16th, 11:14am

iceicebaby: LJSDLFJSD:LFJ:SDJF:LSD SCOTT 

nepobaby: HELP 

beastmode: Poor Jean. 

scottydoesntknow: MY LIFE IS OVER 

scottydoesntknow: I CANNOT BELIEVE I JUST RESORTED TO SCHOOLYARD INSULTS

scottydoesntknow: IN FRONT OF JEAN 

scottydoesntknow: IN BASICALLY OUR FIRST INTERACTION WITH ONE ANOTHER 

scottydoesntknow: KILL ME 

 

alleged furries

Friday, September 16th, 11:13am

shortking: yknow the tall wonder bread boy scout type in poli sci

kurtwanker: ja???

kurtwanker: isn’t he in your group

shortking: i fought him in kickboxing today

shortking: screenshot.jpg

kurtwanker: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

 

set fire to the rain (adele)

Friday, September 16th, 11:13am

jncojean: screenshot.jpg

jncojean: HELP

orororoyourboat: …

orororoyourboat: Are they flirting or fighting 

jncojean: RIGHT

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 16th, 11:15am

iceicebaby: I’M CRYING WHY DID YOU ENGAGE 

iceicebaby: AND WHY IS HE SUCH A DICK

 

princess protection program

Friday, September 16th, 11:15am

elsa: a hot dick just to be clear 

barbiefairytopia: BOBBY

beautynthebeast: Oh my god.

 

the parent trap (1998)

Friday, September 16th, 11:15am

annie: I have major slenderman and tater tot news for you at dinner

hallie: holy shit can’t wait

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 16th, 11:16am 

scottydoesntknow: I DON’T KNOW WHY I ENGAGED

scottydoesntknow: We were razzing each other like that during kickboxing and he started it up again so clearly he thinks that’s just our dynamic now???? 

iceicebaby: who still says razzing

beastmode: To be fair, Scott, you did razz him back in the groupchat. 

iceicebaby: ig hank still says razzing

nepobaby: Did you ever explain that you were kickboxing or does Jean just think you were fistfighting???? 

 

princess protection program

Friday, September 16th, 11:16am

elsa: or fisting

barbiefairytopia: ROBERT

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 16th, 11:17am 

scottydoesntknow: Christ on a fucking bike she totally thinks we were fighting 

beastmode: Oh my stars and garters. 

beastmode: This is a Situation with a capital S! 

nepobaby: You know it’s serious when Hank pulls out the capital letters

scottydoesntknow: What do I do what do I do ahhhhhhhhh

iceicebaby: AHHHHHH I DONT KNOW TELL HER ABOUT KICKBOXING 

scottydoesntknow: AND HAVE HER THINK I’M A TESTOSTERONE-ADDLED MUSCLEHEAD????

iceicebaby: GEZUNDHEIT!!! 

 

academic weapons 🔥

Friday, September 16th, 11:18am 

kombuchaassassin: update on the logan and jean situation 

kombuchaassassin: screenshot.jpg

kombuchaassassin: a new challenger approaches  

kurtswetshoes: BRO?????

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 16th, 11:18am

beastmode: Alright, alright. Everyone stay calm.

nepobaby: What’s the procedure everyone, what’s the procedure

iceicebaby: STAY FUCKING CALM

scottydoesntknow: GUYS

nepobaby: Sorry

beastmode: Okay okay okay. This is what we’re going to do. Warren, do you have any photos of them kickboxing??

nepobaby: What do you take me for 

nepobaby: shortguyvslongguy.jpg

beastmode: Okay, fantastic. Scott, send that with an lol or XD and explain that you were kickboxing. 

scottydoesntknow: Ok but what about the razzing

beastmode: The priority here is keeping her from thinking you were beating each other to bloody pulps. 

scottydoesntknow: True

beastmode: Hopefully she’ll assume that the razzing is friendly banter. 

scottydoesntknow: I would never be friends with him but yes good plan

scottydoesntknow: Hoooo okay I can do this 

nepobaby: You got this babes

scottydoesntknow: Thanks warwar

nepobaby: This CANNOT become a thing

 

group project! 

Friday, September 16th, 11:21am

slim: Sorry for the confusion, Jean!

slim: shortguyvslongguy.jpg

slim: We were just kickboxing, lol XD 

pipsqueak: damn i look great in this 

Jean Grey: Ohhhh ok haha

Jean Grey: So you guys are friends??

slim: Not exactly

pipsqueak: i’d rather die

slim: Just sparring partners 

pipsqueak: well

pipsqueak: partners implies we’re equally matched

Jean Grey: Oh cool! My friend Ororo and I usually do kickboxing on Monday mornings, so I guess we’ll end up seeing each other around!! 

Jean Grey: Outside of the project, I mean

pipsqueak: cool you’ll have a front row seat to me kicking slim’s ass

slim: Sorry, is it Opposite Day? 

 

set fire to the rain (adele)

Friday, September 16th, 11:24am

jncojean: Scott just used Opposite Day as a roast and I found it endearing 

jncojean: Wtf is wrong with me 😭😭😭

orororoyourboat: Oh you’re GONE gone 

orororoyourboat: There’s no saving you now

jncojean: This is humiliating 

 

group project! 

Friday, September 16th, 11:26am 

pipsqueak: opposite day????

pipsqueak: are you five 

slim: No, that’s you 

slim: 5/10 I mean 

slim: Or maybe just 5 foot exactly 

pipsqueak: sure sure

pipsqueak: and that’s the length of your neck right 

pipsqueak: you look like the beanstalk jack climbed 

slim: Thinking about climbing me already? 

Jean Grey: OKAY 

Jean Grey: I’m glad you guys get along but!!!! Let’s get back on track

Jean Grey: I’m thinking we can do Wednesday afternoon? Since none of us are busy then 

slim: Sounds good! Where at? 

pipsqueak: how about that coffee shop we hung out in a few days ago jeannie

Jean Grey: That works for me! 

(pipsqueak changed Jean Grey’s name to “jeannie”) 

slim: Great

slim: Just make sure to send the address so that Logan doesn’t get lost

slim: I know navigation takes a lot of brainpower 

pipsqueak: quoting from the boy scout manual??? 

jeannie: SO we’ll meet at Coffee-a-Go-Go on Wednesday at 2pm!!!! 

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 16th, 11:30am 

scottydoesntknow: It got worse

scottydoesntknow: screenshot2.jpg

nepobaby: I’m–

beastmode: What is wrong with you???? 

iceicebaby: “THINKING ABOUT CLIMBING ME ALREADY”???????? H E L L O ?????????

 

alleged furries 

Friday, September 16th, 11:30am 

shortking: screenshot2.jpg

kurtwanker: l o g a n 

shortking: i know

shortking: he sucks 

kurtwanker: oh mein fucking gott

kurtwanker: i can’t with you

 

untitled chat

Friday, September 16th, 11:31am 

(Hank McCoy changed the name of the chat to “your brother is an idiot”) 

Hank McCoy: screenshot.jpg

Hank McCoy: screenshot2.jpg

Hank McCoy: In case you wonder what Scott is up to in Westchester.

12:02am

Alex Summers: I JUST CHOKED ON MY WATER IN CLASS 

Notes:

NEW CHAPTER BABES LET'S GET INTO IT

- anna marie lastname is the funniest joke i've ever told btw
- i love ali and rogue in canon going from despising each other to being besties and i wanted to bring that energy into this fic a lil bit
- alison blaire my fave new york meddler
- hank: exercise gives you endorphins! endorphins make you happy! happy people just don't kill!
- SCOGAN DRAMAAAAA COME ON HOMEROTIC SPARRING MATCH
- also warren is 100% the kind of kid to walk into class late w a huge jamba juice
- jean this entire chapter: really?????? right in front of my salad??????
- bobby getting the gay consensus agffjtyfghdsfggjfd i love him sm
- also literally everyone IMMEDIATELY gossiping abt scogan fsdhtgdh
- razzing convo inspired by me saying razzing and my family making fun of me for it instantly
- is it really xmen if hank doesn't say "oh my stars and garters"
- so many one-liners in this i'm so proud of lmaooooo this is deffo the funniest chapter yet imo
- jean finding scott's dorky opposite day roast endearing.....we've all been there babe
- thinking about climbing me already 👀👀👀
- everyone else is truly live-slug-reaction-ing their way through this chapter and they're so real for that

ANYWAY hope you all had as much fun reading this as i did writing it!!!!! i love y'allllllll
Please leave a comment or kudos if you wanna share your thoughts on the scogan disaster!

Chapter 4: relationship roulette

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

your brother is an idiot 

Friday, September 16th, 5:02pm 

Alex Summers: Ugh

Alex Summers: I just bombed my chem test 

Alex Summers: For like. The fourth fucking time 

Hank McCoy: I’m sorry. That must be frustrating! 

Alex Summers: Yeah especially when I studied so hard for this one that I felt like my eyes were gonna fall out of my skull 

Alex Summers: Like how am I so bad at this

Hank McCoy: Hey. 

Hank McCoy: It’s not that you’re bad at it. It’s more likely that however you’re studying isn’t effective for your learning style. 

Hank McCoy: It’s very normal, trust me. I work as a part-time science tutor for the university, and I see this all the time. 

Alex Summers: Oh??

Alex Summers: What kind of science

Hank McCoy: All kinds! 

Alex Summers: Goddamn

Alex Summers: Scott said you were a genius but holy shit

Alex Summers: Which science is your favorite?? 

Hank McCoy: Ooh, that’s hard. I’m obligated to say Physics, as it’s one of my majors, but I’m also very intrigued by Biochemical Engineering. It could do so much good for so many people, not to mention animals. 

Alex Summers: Why’d you choose physics then? 

Hank McCoy: I suppose I like the idea of momentum. 

Hank McCoy: Moving forward and learning how the world works so that I can help the world better in the future. 

Alex Summers: Wow

Alex Summers: You’re a hardcore nerd huh

Hank McCoy: I get that a lot. 

Alex Summers: It’s not a bad thing 

Alex Summers: It’s really cool actually 

Alex Summers:  Kind of wish I was there so you could show me what you’re passionate about 

Hank McCoy: Oh. 

Hank McCoy: Thank you, Alex. That’s very kind. 

Hank McCoy: I’m used to being made fun of for it, so this is a welcome surprise. 

Alex Summers: Lucky I’m great at surprises 

Alex Summers: Speaking of 

Alex Summers: Will you tutor me in chem?? I could use your ✨nerdy expertise ✨

Alex Summers: And I’d pay you obviously

Hank McCoy: No need for that. 

Hank McCoy: I don’t charge friends. 

Alex Summers: Good, cause I’m gonna need a lot of fuckin help 

Hank McCoy: You can take up as much of my time as you like. 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Friday, September 16th, 7:14pm 

orororoyourboat: I’m going to punch Emma so hard she disintegrates

orororoyourboat: Ben Kenobi style 

jncojean: Tbh I’m considering it too 

orororoyourboat: Where does she get off calling you a prissy goody two shoes 

orororoyourboat: And in front of your sister???? 

jncojean: Yeahhhhhh 

jncojean: On the bright side, I’m proud of Mads for defending me 

orororoyourboat: That’s true 

orororoyourboat: But frankly I don’t understand how she could ever be attracted to someone who’s so happily cruel to others

jncojean: Right??

jncojean: She deserves better 

orororoyourboat: She seems to see that as well 

orororoyourboat: Based off the fact that she looks like she’s about to explode 

jncojean: Yeah I’m guessing we’ve got about 5 minutes before we have to dip 

jncojean: Emma can pay the bill 

orororoyourboat: AS SHE DESERVES 

 

femininomenon

Friday, September 16th, 7:56pm

goblindeeznuts: what the hell is wrong with you 

goblindeeznuts: jean is my sister 

frostythesnowbitch: And? 

frostythesnowbitch: I thought little miss perfect would benefit from being taken down a peg 

goblindeeznuts: you don’t even know her

frostythesnowbitch: I know what you’ve told me 

goblindeeznuts: is this about high school????? THREE years ago???? 

goblindeeznuts: fucking hell emma 

frostythesnowbitch: I was trying to defend you. 

frostythesnowbitch: I don’t understand why you’re so upset

goblindeeznuts: HOW? 

goblindeeznuts: jean and i are finally in a good place again and you KNOW that

goblindeeznuts: jesus christ i thought you were smart 

frostythesnowbitch: I am smart. 

goblindeeznuts: really??? bc only the world’s biggest idiot wouldn’t understand why i want you to be nice to my sister 

frostythesnowbitch: Or maybe I don’t understand because being nice to your sister isn’t usually a requirement for a fuckbuddy. 

goblindeeznuts: right. 

goblindeeznuts: i guess i thought you’d have to care about me and my life at least a little bit to keep sleeping with me 

goblindeeznuts: my mistake

frostythesnowbitch: And I thought you knew what you were getting into. 

goblindeeznuts: you know what 

goblindeeznuts: we’re done.

frostythesnowbitch: Are you serious?? 

9:13pm

frostythesnowbitch: Maddie. Don’t be stupid. 

10:27pm

frostythesnowbitch: Hello? 

11:04pm

frostythesnowbitch: Fine. 

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Saturday, September 17th, 10:35am 

hallie: not to be dramatic or anything but are you free today 

annie: What happened? 

hallie: i dumped emma 

hallie: well. as much as you can dump someone when you’re not dating

annie: I’m so sorry

hallie: it’s fine

hallie: can we just hang out and pretend like there’s no way either of us saw this coming 

annie: Of course <3

annie: Let’s grab a Jamba Juice and rant in the park?? 

hallie: sounds good 

 

untitled chat 

Saturday, September 17th, 5:02pm 

Scott Summers: Hey, this is Scott from the group project! I just wanted to apologize  for Logan and I’s razzing yesterday. 

Sunday, September 18th, 8:34am 

Jean Grey: Hi Scott!! No need to apologize, I’m mostly just curious lol

Jean Grey: Sorry for the late reply, my sister was having a rough day 

Scott Summers: Oh no, is she okay? 

Jean Grey: She will be, just had a messy breakup 

Scott Summers: Shit, those are never fun 

Scott Summers: Sending her imaginary ice cream 🍨

Jean Grey: I’ll let her know haha

Jean Grey: In her own words, “never sleep with a bitchy assistant director” 

Scott Summers: I’ll keep that in mind 

Scott Summers: And hopefully there are no messy breakups in your future either 

Jean Grey: Dw that’s pretty unlikely

Jean Grey: Hard to go through a messy breakup when you’re not dating anyone! 

 

barbershop quartet

Sunday, September 18th, 8:37am 

scottydoesntknow: screenshot.jpg

scottydoesntknow: WAS THIS TOO OBVIOUS 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Sunday, September 18th, 8:37am 

jncojean: screenshot.jpg

jncojean: HELP IS IT TOO OBVIOUS I LIKE HIM 

orororoyourboat: You’re about as subtle as a brick to the head xoxo

jncojean: NOOO

orororoyourboat: IT’S ALRIGHT JUST CHANGE THE SUBJECT SO HE DOESN’T NOTICE

jncojean: ON IT 

 

barbershop quartet

Sunday, September 18th, 8:38am

iceicebaby: ZOINKS

iceicebaby: jk it’s not the worst transition I’ve ever seen 

nepobaby: Also she didn’t seem to notice, so you should be fine 

beastmode: Best of all: we now know she isn’t dating anyone. 

iceicebaby: TRUE CONGRATS BABE 

scottydoesntknow: Not your babe!!

nepobaby: Pretty sure that’s on a t-shirt

 

untitled chat

Sunday, September 18th, 8:40am

Jean Grey: Anyway, what’s up with you and Logan?? I can’t tell if you’re best friends or worst enemies lol

Scott Summers: We’re mostly strangers actually 

Scott Summers: Our first full conversation was at kickboxing 

Jean Grey: Wait really???

Jean Grey: With the way you were teasing each other I assumed that was an established thing in your friendship tbh

Scott Summers: Yeah it’s. Interesting lol

Scott Summers: He started razzing me while sparring so ig that’s just our dynamic now???

Jean Grey: Does it bother you? I know I’m not a huge fan of being teased like that

Scott Summers: To be honest I’m not sure 

Scott Summers: It’s irritating but also a fun sort of irritating 

Scott Summers: Does that make sense?

Jean Grey: For sure!

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Sunday, September 18th, 8:44am

jncojean: Update I think Scott has a crush on Logan

jncojean: But also I don’t think he knows that yet

jncojean: Nevertheless my chances are now null

orororoyourboat: Consider: they’re not

orororoyourboat: You’re poly tbf 

orororoyourboat: Scott could be too 

jncojean: …This is true 

jncojean: Still not super likely tho, so I’m not going to hold out a ton of hope 

orororoyourboat: Boooooo be an optimist not a realist 

jncojean: Imagine

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Sunday, September 18th, 8:46am 

annie: screenshot.jpg

annie: Thoughts? 

hallie: first off: what a twist

hallie: second off: this is an EASY fix 

hallie: just make scott fall for you first

annie: Expand and explain

hallie: ok so 

hallie: scott might like logan correct

annie: Yes

hallie: BUT he doesn’t know that yet

annie: Mhm

hallie: therefore!!!!! before he has a chance to realize, swoop in and steal him for yourself

hallie: simple

annie: IS IT??????? 

hallie: YES 

hallie: it’s gonna be so easy to seduce him. you’re hot

hallie: i know this bc we have the same face and i’m fine as fuck

hallie: there’s also the added variable of scott likely repressing his feelings for logan bc he doesn’t know he’s queer yet

annie: Great theory but you haven’t even met him???????? 

hallie: i found his instagram

hallie: he definitely thinks he’s straight

annie: YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HIS LAST NAME????? 

annie: WHAT 

hallie: point being he’s looking for reasons to avoid a difficult introspection moment 

hallie: and you are a girl i.e. Safe to Crush On 

hallie: perfect diversion 

annie: I mean I don’t exactly want to be second choice

annie: Also you’re advocating for me to help him repress his sexuality by throwing myself at him???? 

hallie: yeah

hallie: it’s barely even manipulation at that point it’s just looking hot and being in his general line of sight

annie: You worry me 

hallie: fair

hallie: on the bright side this has reminded me of my greatest skills and given me an idea

annie: Uh oh

hallie: emma was always adamantly against a relationship 

hallie: but she would get super jealous when other ppl flirted with me

annie: Already hate where this is going!!!! 

hallie: therefore. if i date someone she’ll get jealous and see that she DOES want to be in a relationship with me

hallie: especially if it’s someone who looks like her

annie: NO NO NO 

annie: MADDIE THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA

annie: THIS WILL BE SO BAD FOR YOU 

annie: DO NOT 

hallie: that’s adorable 

annie: MADELYNE JENNIFER PRYOR 

annie: YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW 

hallie: deuces ✌️

 

alleged furries

Sunday, September 18th, 10:23am

shortking: jean

kurtwanker: great point???? 

shortking: thoughts

kurtwanker: oh i see 

kurtwanker: she’s v nice and friendly and seems smart!!!! i like her 

shortking: hm

shortking: i think slim likes her too 

kurtwanker: oh????

 

academic weapons 🔥

Sunday, September 18th, 10:24am

kombuchaassassin: WAKE UP LOGAN’S TEXTING ME ABT JEAN AND SCOTT 

kurtswetshoes: I’M UP 

kurtswetshoes: WHAT DID HE SAY 

kombuchaassassin: screenshot.jpg

kombuchassassin: IS THIS NOT BIZARRE 

kurtswetshoes: THIS JUST GETS MESSIER AND MESSIER 

kurtswetshoes: THEORIES

kombuchaassassin: ONE: he likes jean and he’s jealous that scott might end up being w her

kurtswetshoes: TWO: the inverse!!! 

kombuchaassassin: THREE: BOTH

kurtswetshoes: me personally?????? i think it’s three for SURE

kombuchaassassin: i’m inclined to agree

kombuchaassassin: but also idk if logan has ever fancied a guy before

kombuchaassassin: WAIT 

kombuchaassassin: oh shit i shouldn’t be telling you this 

kurtswetshoes: no no no dw!!! he hasn’t come out and right now we’re just theorizing i think you’re fine 

kombuchaassassin: fuck okay

 

alleged furries

Sunday, September 18th, 10:26am 

kurtwanker: do you like scott?? 

kurtwanker: as a friend i mean

shortking: fuck no 

shortking: he’s annoying as shit

shortking: probably follows the speed limit and dumb fckn things like that

shortking: he’s the worst

kurtwanker: riiiight

kurtwanker: but jean’s also a rule-follower tbf

shortking: yeah

shortking: someone’s gotta balance out their lawful bullshit tho 

kurtwanker: jean’s or scott’s??

shortking: jean 

shortking: scott probably meditates and shit 

shortking: i bet he’s got a whole lecture ready on balance

shortking: christ

kurtwanker: uh huh

 

your brother is an idiot

Sunday, September 18th, 11:55am

Hank McCoy: Are we still on for virtual tutoring at noon? 

Alex Summers: Do you still have that nerdy pair of glasses? 

Hank McCoy: ..I’ll take that as a yes.

 

hometown schmoetown

(members: Alex Summers and Lorna Dane) 

Sunday, September 18th, 12:16pm 

burningringofire: Emergency 

noteasybeingreen: did you fight another lacrosse player

burningringofire: The last one deserved it

burningringofire: But no I’m being tutored by Hank rn 

noteasybeingreen: ah 

noteasybeingreen: hot nerd boy?

burningringofire: I never said that 

noteasybeingreen: no, but the thirty text messages from you last night freaking out about his “take up as much of my time as you’d like” implied it 

burningringofire: Bitch

noteasybeingreen: slag

noteasybeingreen: what’s he doing then 

burningringofire: NOTHING HE’S JUST VERY NICE

noteasybeingreen: and

burningringofire: AND PATIENT WITH ME 

noteasybeingreen: and

burningringofire: AND HE DOESN’T TREAT ME LIKE I’M STUPID

noteasybeingreen: and

burningringofire: AND HE LOOKS KIND OF JACKED 

noteasybeingreen: i see 

burningringofire: You suck 

noteasybeingreen: off your mom 

burningringofire: Good luck doing that to a corpse

noteasybeingreen: gross

noteasybeingreen: so you like him then

burningringofire: NO 

burningringofire: BUT IF I DID HOW WOULD I FLIRT WITH HIM 

noteasybeingreen: good lord

burningringofire: HYPOTHETICALLY

noteasybeingreen: ask him a weird question or something i don’t know

noteasybeingreen: compliment his eyes or glasses or whatever

12:23pm

burningringofire:

noteasybeingreen: what

burningringofire: I told him his glasses made him look like a tortoise

noteasybeingreen: you’re an idiot

 

princess protection program

Sunday, September 18th, 1:03pm

beautynthebeast: Do not tell Scott yet. 

elsa: omg is there drama

barbiefairytopia: ???

beautynthebeast: I’m tutoring Alex in chemistry.

barbiefairytopia: And I reiterate

barbiefairytopia: ???

elsa: what’s the problem bb

beautynthebeast: I think he hates me. 

barbiefairytopia: AND AGAIN

barbiefairytopia: ???

elsa: RECEIPTS I BEG 

beautynthebeast: He said my glasses made me look like a tortoise. Also, he keeps calling me a nerd. And he said that I have freakishly long fingers. 

elsa: alex summers???? 

beautynthebeast: Yes. 

barbiefairytopia: What else did he say???

beautynthebeast: It’s confusing, because he’ll say something kind and then follow it up with something rude. He called me a genius the other day, but then a nerd two seconds later. 

beautynthebeast: And over the call he thanked me for being patient with him, and when I said there was no reason to thank me (as it should obviously be standard for teachers to treat students with kindness and respect), he called me a bozo. 

barbiefairytopia: Huh

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Sunday, September 18th, 1:05pm

nepobaby: Are you thinking what I’m thinking

iceicebaby: unfortunately yes

iceicebaby: and this spells DISASTER 

 

untitled chat

Sunday, September 18th, 3:25pm

?: hey alison, it’s maddie from theatre! i play vivienne? 

Alison Blaire: oh hey!! you’re great in that role

Madelyne Pryor: haha thanks, i was about to say the same to you 

Madelyne Pryor: you were made to play elle fr 

Madelyne Pryor: you’ve got the acting, singing, and dancing down pat

Madelyne Pryor: not to mention you’re fucking gorgeous 

Alison Blaire: thank you! you are too, you have an amazing bone structure 

Madelyne Pryor: it’s a gift

Madelyne Pryor: anyway, do you want to get coffee sometime?? 

Notes:

truly channelled as much classic x-men soap opera drama into this chapter as i could

LET'S GET INTO IT
- HANK AND ALEX MY BELOVEDSSSSSSS!!!! I'm having so much fun with them already and I can't WAIT to amp up their slowburn, especially with emotionally stunted ass Alex pulling Hank's pigtails like they're in elementary school
- also i know nothing about physics nobody @ me
- the contrast between the Very Serious Emmalyne Breakup and their nicknames being goblindeeznuts and frostythesnowbitch...i may just be a comedic genius
- EMMA WILL HAVE A CHARACTER ARC I PROMISE but also i support women's wrongs <3
- razzing word of the fic????? perhaps
- scott and jean both tentatively trying to work out if the other is single is so fucking funny to me like they're both DOWN BAD
- also their twin anxious texts!!! I love them!!!
- "a fun sort of irritating"....scott i know what you are
- jean knowing scott likes logan but completely missing that he also likes her...the duality of man
- madelyne pryor, manipulative girlboss since 1983 <3 I've really fallen in love with her while writing this fic
- also poor jean trying to keep her twin from being a fucking idiot..we've all been there
- I LOVE KURT AND JUBILEE THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS TO ME
- logan with the accidental "someone's gotta balance out THEIR lawful bullshit"......a reckoning is coming for you king
- I loved writing lorna. that's it she's an icon and i adore her
- I KNOW THE TAGS SAY WANDA AND PIETRO DO NOT WORRY THEY WILL BE HERE SOON!!!!!!!!
- "freakishly long fingers"....alexander.....
- bobby and warren are the kings of immediately clocking terrible gay flirting. possibly because they will soon be doing some terrible gay flirting themselves WHAT WHO SAID THAT
- noooo maddie don't use ali to get back at maddie you're so sexy ahahaha

And that's the chapter!! I hope you guys enjoyed, this was a really fun one to write!! Let me know what you think with a comment or kudos, and I'll see you again soon!
(ALSO if anyone has advice on how to flirt i would really appreciate it bc i have a massive crush on my coworker and they're so cool and badass but i'm awkward as all hell and for some reason when i see them my brain goes SHUT UP AND AVOID EYE CONTACT so. any advice would be greatly appreciated xoxo gossip girl etc)

Chapter 5: bobby and warren in: the peanut gallery

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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femininomenon

Tuesday, September 20th, 9:16am 

frostythesnowbitch: We need to talk about this

frostythesnowbitch: Come over tonight

goblindeeznuts: who’s we 

goblindeeznuts: oh right not us

goblindeeznuts: you made that abundantly clear

frostythesnowbitch: Don’t be such a child. It doesn’t suit you

goblindeeznuts: even if i did want to “talk” tonight, i can’t

goblindeeznuts: i have a date

frostythesnowbitch: You’ve rebounded quickly. 

goblindeeznuts: can’t rebound from nothing, remember

frostythesnowbitch: Go on, you’re obviously dying to tell me 

frostythesnowbitch: Who’s getting my sloppy seconds? 

goblindeeznuts: like you weren’t begging me to come over two seconds ago 

goblindeeznuts: we both know you don’t want to talk 

goblindeeznuts: has it been rough remembering how much shorter your fingers are

frostythesnowbitch: Fuck you. 

goblindeeznuts: can’t anymore, sorry

goblindeeznuts: i’m going out with alison blaire

9:48am 

frostythesnowbitch: Another blonde with a mean streak? 

frostythesnowbitch: You’re transparent. 

 

untitled chat 

(members: Logan and Scott Summers) 

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:02pm

(Logan named the chat “roasting you”) 

(Logan changed their name to “kickboxingchamp”) 

(Logan changed Scott Summers’ name to “slimjim”) 

kickboxingchamp: singlepieceofwonderbreadonthesidewalk.jpg

kickboxingchamp: this you

12:16pm

slimjim: Really

(slimjim changed kickboxingchamp’s name to “short”) 

 

barbershop quartet

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:17pm 

scottydoesntknow: breadscreenshot.jpg

scottydoesntknow: What the fuck 

 

princess protection program 

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:17pm

barbiefairytopia: Oh so Logan’s OBSESSED obsessed 

elsa: you took the words right outta my mouth warwar

barbiefairytopia: I can put something else in your mouth if you want 

beautynthebeast: PARDON 🤨

 

barbershop quartet

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:18pm

iceicebaby: LMAOOOO WHY IS LOGAN SUCH A BITCH 

nepobaby: RIGHT he could almost rival me 

beastmode: Fear not, Warren. 

beastmode: No one is bitchier than you. 

nepobaby: Thank you Hanky Panky 🤍

beastmode: Absolutely not. 

scottydoesntknow: If you three are done, I have a theory

iceicebaby: LOVE a theory 😫

nepobaby: Hit us with that good good Scotty 

beastmode: Petition for Warren to stop listening to Perfect Person. 

nepobaby: Never

nepobaby: Miles Bonsignore could do unspeakable things to me and I’d thank him

scottydoesntknow: ANYWAY MY THEORY????? 

iceicebaby: ofc ofc 

scottydoesntknow: I think Logan has a crush on Jean

scottydoesntknow: That’s why he hates me and won’t leave me alone

scottydoesntknow: He’s keeping tabs on me 

iceicebaby: …does he hate u tho 

scottydoesntknow: HE JUST SAID I WAS WET SIDEWALK BREAD 

nepobaby: Haven’t we all been wet sidewalk bread at some point in our lives

beastmode: What? 

scottydoesntknow: You guys are the Exact Opposite of helpful 

scottydoesntknow: Except for Hank 

nepobaby: We love Hank 

iceicebaby: 🗣️SPEAK ON IT ‼️

 

untitled chat

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:30pm

Scott Summers: How’s your week been? 

 

your brother is an idiot

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:30pm 

Alex Summers: How’s your week going

 

untitled chat

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:30pm

(Jean Grey named the chat “poli sci pals”) 

Jean Grey: It’s been pretty good! My sister’s making stupid post-breakup decisions, but I got a ton of work done yesterday, so I’m feeling accomplished 🤗

Scott Summers: That’s great! 

Jean Grey: Yeah! 

Jean Grey: What about you? 

Scott Summers: It’s been pretty normal 

Scott Summers: I’m excited to meet up for the project tomorrow! 

Jean Grey: Me too! I love Coffee-a-Go-Go

Scott Summers: I’ve never actually been 

Jean Grey: Really?? 

Scott Summers: Yeah, I’m still taking the bus everywhere, so I try to stick to the library and home for studying–I get stressed trying to figure out new routes lol

Jean Grey: I totally get that 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:34pm 

jncojean: I’M ABOUT TO COOK BE PROUD OF ME 

orororoyourboat: ?????? WHAT

 

poli sci pals

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:34pm 

Jean Grey: I can give you a ride tmrw if you want! 

 

barbershop quartet 

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:34pm 

scottydoesntknow: LADS 

nepobaby: WHAT 

iceicebaby: ORRIGHT BRUV WOT IS IT M8 

beastmode: YES? 

scottydoesntknow: JEAN JUST OFFERED ME A RIDE TO THE PROJECT MEETING TMRW 

iceicebaby: LET’S GOOOOOOO 

nepobaby: FUCKING GET IN!!!!!!!! 

beastmode: SAY YES SAY YES!

 

poli sci pals

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:35pm 

Scott Summers: That would be perfect!! Thank you so much! 

Jean Grey: Np! I’m happy to give you a lift whenever you need 😊

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:35pm 

jncojean: I’M GIVING SCOTT A RIDE TO THE MEETING TMRW

orororoyourboat: HELL YES!!!!!!!!!!

orororoyourboat: THAT’S MY GIRL 

jncojean: WOOOOOOOOOOO 

 

your brother is an idiot

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:36pm

Hank McCoy: Sorry for the late reply–Scott’s getting a ride from his crush tomorrow, and we’re celebrating. 

Alex Summers: HOLY SHIT???? 

 

teenage mutant ninja turtles

(members: Scott and Alex Summers) 

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:36pm 

michelangelo: LET’S GO SCOTT!!!!!!!!! 

leonardo: ???? 

michelangelo: GETTING A RIDE FROM THE GIRL YOU LIKE! 

leonardo: OH 

leonardo: THANK YOU 

michelangelo: YEAHHHHHHHHH 

leonardo: WAHOOOOOOOOOO 

 

your brother is an idiot

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:37pm

Alex Summers: My little brother finally has game…I’m so proud 

Hank McCoy: Aren’t you the younger brother? 

Alex Summers: That is a horrific and malicious rumor and I will not stand for it 

Hank McCoy: You are though

Hank McCoy: I’ve known you and Scott since we were ten. 

Alex Summers: You don’t know

Alex Summers: Maybe we switched places

Hank McCoy: You’re not even twins?????? 

Alex Summers: That’s what you think 

Hank McCoy: What 😭

Alex Summers: Nah I’m messing with you

Alex Summers: I just like to keep you guessing, McCoy

Hank McCoy: Very funny. 

Hank McCoy: This is why Scott always says you’re more trouble than you’re worth. 

Alex Summers: I can make this worth your while, bozo 

Alex Summers: If that’s what you want

Hank McCoy: I already told you, there’s no need to pay me. I’m happy to help. 

Alex Summers: …You are such a fucking nerd 

Hank McCoy: ??? 

 

alleged furries

Tuesday, September 20th, 12:40pm 

shortking: texted scott 

kurtwanker: sigh

kurtwanker: do i want to know

shortking: singlepieceofwonderbreadonthesidewalk.jpg

shortking: i sent him this and said “this you” lol 

kurtwanker: why??????? 

shortking: i thought it was funny

shortking: is it not

kurtwanker: i mean. it’s funny but out of the blue it’s a little confusing 

shortking: is it too mean 

kurtwanker: no no i think it’s fine 

kurtwanker: why did you send it? did you want scott to think it’s funny too? 

shortking: why would i want him to think it’s funny

shortking: i don’t like him

kurtwanker: okay

kurtwanker: i know we don’t really talk about your feelings bc that’s a Boundary 

kurtwanker: but are you ok logan 

shortking: why wouldn’t i be 

kurtwanker: you just seem a little 

kurtwanker: idk 

kurtwanker: i know you don’t like scott but you’re talking about him a lot 

kurtwanker: you know it’s ok if you do like scott right?? 

shortking: oh jesus christ

shortking: don’t go soft on me now elf

kurtwanker: see now that to me screams defense mechanism

shortking: i’m not defensive 

shortking: i just don’t get why you’re making this such a big deal 

kurtwanker: okay. 

kurtwanker: i’ll back off 

kurtwanker: but maybe think this conversation over 

shortking: would that stop you worrying

kurtwanker: yes

shortking: then fine

 

princess protection program

Tuesday, September 20th, 1:00pm

beautynthebeast: Reminder: you are sworn to secrecy. 

elsa: cryptic! 

beautynthebeast: screenshot.jpg

beautynthebeast: What have I done to make Alex hate me?

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Tuesday, September 20th, 1:00pm 

nepobaby: I am LOSING 

nepobaby: MY MIND 

iceicebaby: RIGHT 

iceicebaby: between this and scott’s weird gay shit with logan i canny fuckin cope 

nepobaby: Why are you going Scottish? 

iceicebaby: I’M BORED

iceicebaby: also i was in prof mactaggert’s lecture today and her accent is an earworm

iceicebaby: anyway not the point!!!!! 

iceicebaby: hanky panky is clueless and barrelling right into phone sex with scott’s brother 

nepobaby: Should we break it to him? 

iceicebaby: i’m genuinely not sure

iceicebaby: on one hand if he knows, he’s gonna feel guilty and scott will hit the fucking roof when he finds out 

iceicebaby: on the other hand

iceicebaby: if hank has a gay lil affair with alex it’ll make it less bad when we tell them we’ve been fucking since senior year

nepobaby: Shit these are both great points

nepobaby: I raise you: watching Hank continue to fumble the bag is VERY entertaining 

nepobaby: I propose we give it another week 

iceicebaby: excellent point 

iceicebaby: i concur

iceicebaby: also you mentioned putting smth in my mouth earlier?????? 

nepobaby: I’m in class 

iceicebaby: and

nepobaby: Yeah ok I’ll be there in 10 

iceicebaby: YIPPEE

 

princess protection program

Tuesday, September 20th, 1:07pm

elsa: i don’t think he hates you hanky panky

elsa: he’s just bad at being friends w ppl 

barbiefairytopia: Except for Lorna 

barbiefairytopia: But! Lorna is mean so there’s that 

elsa: precisely 😌

beautynthebeast: So I should insult him back if I want to be friends with him?? 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Tuesday, September 20th, 1:08pm

iceicebaby: do we think alex would find that hot

nepobaby: Almost definitely 

iceicebaby: ok great

 

princess protection program

Tuesday, September 20th, 1:09pm

elsa: yee that should work 

elsa: don’t be too mean tho 

barbiefairytopia: Just teasing in a fun way 

beautynthebeast: Okay.

beautynthebeast: I think I can do that.

elsa: good luck!!! 

elsa: anyway gtg i have a prostate exam 

beautynthebeast: Have fun? 

elsa: thanks bb

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Tuesday, September 20th, 1:10pm

nepobaby: A PROSTATE EXAM??????

iceicebaby: if you look at it from a certain point of view

nepobaby: FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW????????

 

2 best friends…they might kiss 

Tuesday, September 20th, 1:23pm

blossom: just so you know i’m still mad at you for interfering in my relationship 

bubbles: fair 

blossom: BUT i also heard the lights crew talking abt you and madelyne pryor going on a date???

bubbles: first 

bubbles: i’m sorry for interfering, i should’ve trusted you to handle it yourself instead of trying to fix it for you 

bubbles: second

bubbles: EEEEEEE I HAVE A DATEEEEE

blossom: AWWWWWW

blossom: tell me everything 

blossom: is she as mean as they say 

blossom: are you planning to smooch tonight 

blossom: where does she do vocal lessons bc good lord 

blossom: how did it start how long have you been talking 

bubbles: ok ok so

bubbles: she’s flirting w me so she hasn’t been mean but! she IS very direct which indicates to me that if she has a problem w someone she will Let Them Know

blossom: like you!!!! 

bubbles: yes!! we’re actually pretty similar i think 

bubbles: as for smooching her i would LOVE to she’s so fucking hot 

blossom: duh 

bubbles: i haven’t asked abt vocal lessons yet but the second i have info i’ll report back 

bubbles: and she asked me out on sunday!!! idk why but she complimented my voice and said i’m hot so ig she just decided to go for it?? 

blossom: aww i love this 

blossom: do you like her????

bubbles: …perchance

blossom: AWWWW 

blossom: ALIIIIIII 

blossom: I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUUUUUUU

bubbles: THANKSSSS I’M REALLY HAPPY TOO 

blossom: and now the double date i’ve been dreaming of can finally be a reality!!!

bubbles: dudeeeee

blossom: speaking of what are y’all doing tonight??

bubbles: it’s gonna be pretty chill, we’re grabbing boba and then going to that cute new bookshop on mainstreet 

blossom: LOVE IT 

bubbles: I KNOW RIGHT 

 

poli sci pals 

Wednesday, September 21st, 12:01am 

Jean Grey: Hey, random question 

Jean Grey: You mentioned you have an extracurricular on Wednesdays and I was just wondering what it is?? You don’t have to tell me but I’m having trouble sleeping and I’m attempting to find the source of my brain’s restlessness

4:46am 

Scott Summers: Hey! Sorry I didn’t see this earlier, I fell asleep doing the reading 

Scott Summers: Hopefully you were able to find sleep too, but I’ll answer your question just in case

Scott Summers: I do ballet 

Scott Summers: Which is probably not what you expected

6:17am 

Jean Grey: Why ballet? 

6:32am

Scott Summers: I grew up in some pretty bad fostering situations

Scott Summers: There was a court case with one of my more abusive homes when they found out my foster father was making us help him with robberies 

Scott Summers: Basically, I either had court-mandated therapy or court-mandated arts classes for a year

Scott Summers: Drawing and writing were too much like school and I can’t wrap my mind around most instruments, so I tried dance

Scott Summers: So now we have ballet 

Scott Summers: My brother’s more into hip-hop and contemporary though

Jean Grey: Wow

Jean Grey: Well first off, fuck the foster system

Jean Grey: I’m double majoring in Child Psychology, so I have PLENTY of bones to pick with foster care

Jean Grey: Second, I’m honored you told me and I’m glad you were able to find something you loved in all of that 

Jean Grey: And third, PLEASE tell me you’ve worn a tutu at least once 

Scott Summers: Lol, I have 

Scott Summers: rockyhorrorballet.jpg

Scott Summers: Our studio does a ballet version of Rocky Horror each year, and I was Rocky last year

Scott Summers: We thought it would be funny to replace his golden shorts with a golden tutu

Jean Grey: GIVE THOSE COSTUMERS A L L THE AWARDS

Scott Summers: RIGHT 

Jean Grey: Seriously though, you look awesome 

Jean Grey: I’m making this your contact photo 

Scott Summers: Oh god 

Scott Summers: Do you have a photo I can use for yours? So we’re even

Jean Grey: Ahhh wait I’ll take one rn 

Jean Grey: jeanandphoenix.jpg

Jean Grey: I’m still not out of bed lol

Scott Summers: That’s alright, neither am I 

Scott Summers: What’s your cat’s name? 

Jean Grey: Phoenix! She’s a total chaos gremlin

Jean Grey: Definition of orange cat behavior imo 

Scott Summers: Aww 

Scott Summers: Her fur’s the same color as your hair!! 

Jean Grey: I KNOW ISN’T IT THE BEST 

Scott Summers: It’s FANTASTIC 

Jean Grey: Speaking of Phoenix, she craves flesh

Jean Grey: But I’ll see you later! 

Scott Summers: For sure! I’ll send over the address :)

Scott Summers: And give Phoenix my love 

Jean Grey: She’s counting on it 🔥

 

the incredibles 

(members: Erik Lehnsherr, Lorna Dane, Wanda Maximoff, and Pietro Maximoff) 

Wednesday, September 21st, 10:25am 

jackjack: do any of you know a hank mccoy 

dash: the genius???

violet: yeah, he’s doing his second masters here or something insane like that

ednamode: Yes, Hank is taking Xavier’s Poli Sci course “for fun” while he works on his Masters in Physics

ednamode: Though rumour has it he’s telling all of his classmates he’s a regular old undergraduate

ednamode: I don’t know how he’ll maintain that façade when he starts T.A.-ing for Professor MacTaggert next semester.

jackjack: DAD COMING THROUGH WITH THE GOSSIP AS ALWAYS 

jackjack: THANK YOU 

violet: what’s it for??? 

jackjack: alex is down BAD for him 

jackjack: any other details???

dash: apparently his feet are fucking massive 

jackjack: ooooh okay alex will be thrilled 

violet: excuse me 

jackjack: shut up you know what they say about men with big feet

jackjack: that’s what i meant

violet: I hope so!!

ednamode: Alex is Scott Summers’ brother, yes? 

jackjack: ja

ednamode: I see 

ednamode: Charles put Scott and two of his other students together for their group project as an “experiment” 

ednamode: Seems the Summers boys have no shortage of relationship dramatics unfolding

dash: annnnnd he vanishes back into the darkness

dash: bye dad

ednamode: Bring home garlic knots from Theresa’s

dash: aye aye dad

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Tuesday, September 21st, 10:33am 

jncojean: Send help

jncojean: rockyhorrorballet.jpg

orororoyourboat: Oh he’s ripped 

jncojean: HIS SHOULDERS DUDE 

orororoyourboat: Is that gold body glitter??? 

jncojean: I think so 😭

orororoyourboat: Oh babe

orororoyourboat: You are so fucked 

 

your brother is an idiot

Wednesday, September 21st, 10:41am 

Hank McCoy: I may be a nerd, but you need tutoring.

Hank McCoy: Perhaps you should also give being a nerd a try. 

Alex Summers: Ok???? Maybe you should give loosening the fuck up a try 

Alex Summers: Maybe if you didn’t have a bunsen burner shoved up your ass you’d get what I was trying to say earlier

Hank McCoy: That I’m a nerd? 

Alex Summers: No bozo 

Alex Summers: That I want to make this worth your while

Hank McCoy: This is already worth my while, Alex. 

Hank McCoy: You don’t need to pay me. I enjoy your company, and if you were in Westchester I’d be glad to hang out with you beyond just tutoring.

Alex Summers: What kind of hanging out

Hank McCoy: Do you like ice cream? 

Alex Summers: Yeah

Hank McCoy: Then I’d buy you an ice cream and show you around the university

Hank McCoy: I’d also show you my lab, if you were interested by what I do 

Alex Summers: I am 

Alex Summers: Interested

Hank McCoy: So you don’t hate me? 

Alex Summers: What?? 

Alex Summers: Of course not you big geek 

Hank McCoy: Good. 

Hank McCoy: That’s very cool. 

Alex Summers: Jlksdljdsjf

 

hometown schmoetown

Wednesday, September 21st, 10:55am 

burningringofire: I need to fuck Hank so bad it makes me look stupid

noteasybeingreen: huge news hank has massive feet

burningringofire: What

noteasybeingreen: what

 

poli sci pals

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:30pm 

Jean Grey: I’m here! 

Scott Summers: Great! Be out in a sec :) 

 

barbershop quartet

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:35pm

scottydoesntknow: You guys

scottydoesntknow: Jean drives a red truck 

iceicebaby: holy shit

nepobaby: She’s an icon

scottydoesntknow: Idk why but this makes her even more attractive

iceicebaby: this is just like twilight

beastmode: Why. 

scottydoesntknow: OKAY MOMENT OVER EVERYONE PACK IT UP 

iceicebaby: I’M SORRYYYYYYYY

 

teenage mutant ninja turtles

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:37pm 

leonardo: Wait a minute

leonardo: How did you find out that Jean was giving me a ride? 

Notes:

eeeeee this was a funnnn oneeeeee

let's get into it innit bruv

- maddie and emma my favorite toxic wlw <3 also not maddie going for the THROAT with that fingers comment....girl
- logan flirts exactly like me in middle school. no rizz just bad attempts at making fun of the other
- bobby and warren being healthy fuckbuddies on the sidelines while everyone else trips over themselves trying to flirt is so fucking funny to me. i love them
- hanky panky is a fucking hilarious nickname. i'm a genius (i know i say i'm a genius every chapter but i'm right every time ok)
- EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO PERFECT PERSON
- scott and alex checking up on their crushes at the same time...i love the summers brothers
- idk why but "fucking get in" is the funniest britishism to me
- ALSO YAY JEANNNNNNNN THAT'S MY GIRL
- hehehe jokes about who the older brother is hehehehe (it's scott in this fic but hehehehe i love a fourth wall break)
- hank 🤝 me: not being able to tell when someone is blatantly flirting with them
- kurt fully aware that logan is having a proper full on gay crisis and trying to help while logan literally does parkour to avoid confronting the problem
- I LOVE BOBBY AND WARREN
- the prostate exam ljdsfljlsdjfldsfj
- also "from a certain point of view" COME ON STAR WARS REFERENCE LET'S GO
- rogue and ali swerving around their fight to gossip is so me coded btw
- ali is so happy oh my god i'm so sad...who would do this to her
- it's me i wrote it
- I AM A SCOTT SUMMERS BALLET TRUTHER. ARGUE WITH THE WALL
- the phoenix force WOULD be a cat. destructive and chaotic as hell
- you can't write a fic involving quicksilver without making a dash joke
- erik is the king of gossip i know this to be 100% factual. stan lee and jack kirby told me themselves
- i want ororo to be friends with bobby and warren so that they can all commiserate together (i am fully in charge of making that happen)
- hank went way too hard with the insult lmaooooo
- i am....interested. HANK YOU ARE SO CLUELESS I LOVE YOU
- jean drives a red truck i know this in my soul. in my heart of hearts. i KNOW IT
- ehehehehe how DID he find out scott....hmmmmmmmm

anyway i hope y'all enjoyed!! this one was a BOP to write and i'm excited to bring the magnet family more into the story mwahahahaha
leave a comment or kudos to lmk what you think!! i love and appreciate you alllllll xoxo gossip girl aka erik lehnsherr

Chapter 6: coffee, gay old men, and tragic backstories, oh my!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

your brother is an idiot

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:38pm 

Alex Summers: Did you tell Scott you were tutoring me? 

Hank McCoy: No, I haven’t. Academic matters can be very private to many people–I assumed you wouldn’t want me to disclose that information. 

Hank McCoy: Would you like me to tell him? 

Alex Summers: Nah I was just checking

Alex Summers: It’s nice to talk to you without my brother in our business 

Hank McCoy: Understood 👍

 

the cooler summers

(members: Alex Summers and Bobby Drake) 

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:40pm 

lexi: I’m about to throw you under the bus btw

bobert: HUH 

 

teenage mutant ninja turtles

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:40pm

michelangelo: Bobby told me 

michelangelo: Frankly I’m offended you didn’t tell me yourself

michelangelo: I deserve to be kept informed of any future sister-in-laws

leonardo: With your jealous streak????? 

leonardo: Remember when you were five and you bit Warren on the ass when I decided to go play with him instead of you 

leonardo: I can’t risk the same thing happening to Jean 

leonardo: You’re lucky if you’re invited to the wedding 

michelangelo: AHA 

michelangelo: SO HER NAME IS JEAN 

leonardo: FUCK 

michelangelo: I’m going to find her instagram and send her ALLLLLL of your baby pictures

leonardo: Don’t you dare 

michelangelo: YOU CAN’T STOP ME 

michelangelo: I’ll send her the video of you eating shit en pointe FIRST THING 

michelangelo: And if she makes fun of you for doing ballet I’ll have to kill her

leonardo: After your stint in juvie you really shouldn’t be making those jokes in writing

leonardo: Also she already knows I do ballet

leonardo: I sent her the Rocky photo

michelangelo: Holy shit so she’s ACTUALLY gonna be my sister-in-law

leonardo: Shut up

leonardo: Anyway I gotta go I’m in her truck rn 

leonardo: Go focus on your own love life

michelangelo: Oh trust me. I am VERY focused

michelangelo: Wait wdym you’re in her truck 

michelangelo: Scott. If you have car sex before I do I will be furious.

michelangelo: Oh wait yeah she’s giving you a ride

michelangelo: I forgot

leonardo: I’m ignoring you 

leonardo: And you should not be having any sex at all 

leonardo: You’re way too young for that

michelangelo: YOU’RE ONLY A YEAR OLDER THAN ME 

michelangelo: PRUDE

 

summers the bummer

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:46pm 

scottydoesntknow: Gossip 

iceicebaby: WTF IS HAPPENINGGGGGG

 

princess protection program

Wednesday, September 21st, 1:59pm 

barbiefairytopia: Lllllllladies and gentlemen this is Warren Worthington III, clocking in for his 2pm shift and reporting live from Coffee-a-Go-Go 

elsa: WARREN YOU LEGEND  

beautynthebeast: Oh thank god. 

barbiefairytopia: To EVERYONE’s surprise, Logan is early and sitting at a corner booth with a shot of espresso AND 

elsa: that’s that me espressooooo

barbiefairytopia: IF I AM NOT MISTAKEN. A BLONDE LATTE WITH 1 PUMP OF MOCHA

elsa: GASP 

beautynthebeast: Oh shit, he’s memorized Jean’s coffee order…

elsa: FUUUUUCK 

elsa: YOU GOTTA GET IN THERE SCOTT

barbiefairytopia: A RED TRUCK HAS PULLED UP OUTSIDE

elsa: oh my god okay okay everyone STAY FOCUSED. LOCK IN 

beautynthebeast: I’m in I’m in 

barbiefairytopia: LOCKED AND LOADED BABE

barbiefairytopia: Ok so Jean is wearing a nice blue red and yellow striped shirt, dark wash jeans AND green sneakers

barbiefairytopia: She looks straight up HOT 

barbiefairytopia: Scott is also in his good shirt ofc

elsa: a classic 

barbiefairytopia: Also the black jeans that make his ass look fantastic

elsa: LET’S GO SCOTT!!!!

barbiefairytopia: Ok Logan is waving them over 

barbiefairytopia: Jean is vv grateful for the coffee

barbiefairytopia: SHE TOUCHED LOGAN ON THE SHOULDER

elsa: NO 

beautynthebeast: Agh!!!

barbiefairytopia: Ok I can tell Scott’s getting in his head I’m calling him over

beautynthebeast: Good call. 

elsa: NOOO SCOTT BABY BOY 

elsa: damn i really thought logan liked scott

beautynthebeast: Same!! 

elsa: what a twist :/

barbiefairytopia: DON’T SPEAK TOO SOON 

barbiefairytopia: JUST HAD ANOTHER TWIST
elsa: WHAT

beautynthebeast: Say more!!!!

barbiefairytopia: Ok so Scott comes up to order. I’m about to give him a pep talk when BAM Logan appears out of fucking nowhere and shoves a bunch of money into Scott’s hand and he was like “I didn’t know what to get you” 

elsa: GAY 

beautynthebeast: VERY gay.

barbiefairytopia: Scott is obviously very noble though so he tried to give the money back and istg they stood there bickering over who owes who for a solid minute at LEAST

barbiefairytopia: Also 90% sure they were both blushing without realizing

elsa: GAY GAY GAY 

beautynthebeast: 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

barbiefairytopia: Oh it gets better

barbiefairytopia: Jean walks up. Literally separates them. Takes out her OWN cash and pays for Scott’s drink

elsa: WERK ETC

beautynthebeast: Definitely see why Scott’s so enamored with her. 

barbiefairytopia: AND THEN 

barbiefairytopia: She plucks Logan’s money from Scott’s hand and puts it in HER OWN BAG 

barbiefairytopia: THEN she says “there, now we know who owes who. You both owe me.” 

barbiefairytopia: AND SHE STEERS EM BY THE SHOULDERS BACK TO THE TABLE 

elsa: ok so my jaw is on the GROUND 

beautynthebeast: Flabbergasted. Gobsmacked. 

barbiefairytopia: Anyway Kitty’s making his drink rn but they’re all at the table with their textbooks and laptops out 

barbiefairytopia: Jean looks like she surprised herself, Scott keeps glancing at her and Logan, and Logan is gritting his teeth so hard I think his jaw might crack open 

elsa: ok so i’m almost certain jean is the only one not going through a bi crisis rn

beautynthebeast: I’d say that’s accurate. 

barbiefairytopia: Kitty is bringing over the drink

barbiefairytopia: THEY’RE ALL TRYING EACH OTHER’S DRINKS 

barbiefairytopia: It’s becoming increasingly clear to me that this isn’t a Jean vs. Logan for Scott thing 

barbiefairytopia: They’re all pining after each other and Scott and Logan have no idea 

beautynthebeast: Absolutely.

elsa: this is such a mess i can’t 💀

elsa: figuring out ur bi is one thing but ALSO poly?????? fucking fuck

barbiefairytopia: Okay I just came back from delivering scones and I clocked Jean’s backpack 

barbiefairytopia: SHE HAS A PRIDE PIN 

elsa: YESSSSSSS

beautynthebeast: There’s hope!!!

barbiefairytopia: Logan’s leaning over Jean’s shoulder to look at smth on her computer

barbiefairytopia: Logan and Scott are now sniping at each other 

barbiefairytopia: Jean is once again making them chill out

barbiefairytopia: Jean and Logan have BOTH spotted the cyclops bracelet on Scott’s wrist

barbiefairytopia: THEY’RE BOTH TOUCHING HIS WRIST 

barbiefairytopia: SCOTT LOOKS LIKE HE’S GONNA PASS OUT 

elsa: YESS THROUPLE THROUPLE THROUPLE 

beautynthebeast: Good luck, Scott. 🫡

3:03pm

barbiefairytopia: They’re all laughing and chatting up a storm 

barbiefairytopia: Logan is telling some sort of story and Jean and Scott are losing their minds 

elsa: holy shit logan might just be the rizzler

beautynthebeast: Never say that again. 

elsa: ur so mean to me >:(

3:43pm 

barbiefairytopia: Logan and Scott just reached for the same pencil and now they’re sniping at each other again 

beautynthebeast: Gay disasters. 

elsa: haha yeah imagine insulting each other as a way to disguise ur flirting lmao that’s crazy 

beautynthebeast: I really don’t understand it. 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Wednesday, September 21st, 3:45pm 

iceicebaby: clueless

nepobaby: Hank has a SEVERE reckoning coming the poor man 

 

princess protection program 

Wednesday, September 21st, 4:47pm 

barbiefairytopia: Agh ok they’re leaving booooo I’m out of entertainment

barbiefairytopia: WAIT LOGAN AND JEAN ARE TRYING ON SCOTT’S GLASSES 

beautynthebeast: REALLY????? 

elsa: the most TEXTBOOK form of flirting known to man 

barbiefairytopia: Ok ok they’re leaving fr now

barbiefairytopia: Omg Logan just held the truck door open for Jean and Scott is pouting on the other side

barbiefairytopia: WAIT HE’S CIRCLING AROUND TO SCOTT 

barbiefairytopia: He gave him the manly shoulder pat and then poked him in the stomach 

barbiefairytopia: They’re slap-fighting 

elsa: GAYYYYYYYYYYYY 

beautynthebeast: Idiots. 

barbiefairytopia: JEAN TO THE RESCUE AGAIN 

barbiefairytopia: She’s herding Scott into the truck and she just hugged Logan goodbye 

barbiefairytopia: Ok they’re actually leaving leaving now 

barbiefairytopia: Of COURSE Logan drives a motorcycle

elsa: WHAT A JOURNEY 

beautynthebeast: Bets on when they’ll all be together? 

barbiefairytopia: I give them two weeks

elsa: nah scott is gonna go by the bet bc he’s anxious 

elsa: we have until late october methinks 

beautynthebeast: I give them another semester. 

elsa: HANK IF THAT HAPPENS I WILL LOSE MY MIND

barbiefairytopia: DO NOT SPEAK THAT INTO EXISTENCE 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Wednesday, September 21st, 5:05pm 

jncojean: Terrible news

orororoyourboat: What on earth is it now?? 

jncojean: We just had our group project meeting and 

jncojean: Logan is also hot

orororoyourboat: I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE 

orororoyourboat: That’s it I’m scheming

jncojean: whAT 

orororoyourboat: I AM SCHEMING

orororoyourboat: SO HELP ME GODS JEAN I AM SCHEMING 

jncojean: AHHHHHHHHH 



Poli Sci Field Trip

Wednesday, September 21st, 6:00pm

 

Dear Erik,

 

I hope you’re well and surviving the working week alright. 

 

I’m emailing to inquire whether your Political Science class would be interested in joining mine for a weekend field trip to Washington D.C. –it will likely be two to three weeks from now. The trip has already been approved by Headmistress Cooper, so long as I bring another class along. I immediately thought of yours, seeing as Mr. Summers already knows your children well due to his brother’s friendship with Lorna; and of course, Jean and Madelyne are sisters. 

 

Let me know what you think. 

 

All the best, 

Charles Xavier 

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Wednesday, September 21st, 6:30pm 

 

Charles, 

 

The week has been trying, as always–one of my students received no education on European history in high school, and it has been a challenge to keep her informed. 

 

I’m sure my class would be happy to join yours in D.C. I know Ms. Pryor in particular would enjoy it, seeing as Ms. Frost is also in my class–I think she needs a bit of a break. I am also excited by the prospect. D.C. is not my favorite American city, but it is an important one, nonetheless. As a history and political science professor, I’m sure you understand why I am interested. 

Would you like to discuss plans for the trip over dinner tomorrow night? I’m happy to host, of course, and our house is wheelchair-accessible. Let me know if you have any dietary requirements.

 

Sincerely, 

Erik Lehnsherr

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Wednesday, September 21st, 7:14pm 

 

Erik, 

 

I’d love to join you for dinner. I have recently switched to a pescatarian diet, so any accommodations made for that would be appreciated. 

Will Wanda and Pietro be joining us? If so, I’d like to bring my goddaughter along. I think her and Wanda would be fast friends. 

 

Charles 

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Wednesday, September 21st, 9:08pm 

 

Charles, 

 

Apologies for the late response, I’ve just returned from tonight’s dinner. I’ve recently been introduced to Vietnamese pho and banh mi, and I confess I’ve become a little obsessed with both. 

Accommodations can absolutely be made for your diet. I’ve heard the pescatarian lifestyle improves hair and nail growth and strength–is that why you’ve switched? 

Wanda and Pietro will be joining, yes. Please excuse Pietro’s table manners in advance. We’d be happy to have your goddaughter join. 

 

Erik 

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Thursday, September 22nd, 7:32am 

 

Erik, 

 

I completely understand your newfound love of pho. My sister, Raven, has developed a habit of ordering food to my home when she thinks I’ve been working too late. Last night, it was Ethiopian food, and I am in quite the same boat as you. Completely obsessed. 

As for my hair, I’ve been told I wear the baldness well, thank you very much. Not all of us can have a luscious head of hair at fifty-five. 

Excellent, I’ll bring her along. What time tonight? 

 

Charles

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Thursday, September 22nd, 7:46am

 

Charles, 

 

I have yet to try Ethiopian food. I’ll add it to my list. As for Raven, I can recognize a thinly-veiled check-in when I see one; she’s doing well as my T.A., never fear. 

Being bald does suit you remarkably well. Not many men would have the facial structure for it. 

How about 7:15 tonight? 

 

Erik 

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Thursday, September 22nd, 7:48am

 

Erik, 

 

Wonderful. I’m glad to hear Raven is doing well–don’t tell her, but I do worry. Thank you for appealing to my ego. 

7:15 sounds perfect. I’ll bring cannolis for dessert. 

 

Charles 

 

coffee gang ☕ 💪 💪 

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:32am 

jeanius: Hey, would you guys mind if I invited Scott to our next coffee gang meetup? He’s from poli sci–the guy with the glasses?? 

sparky: i’m down!! 

 

academic weapons 🔥

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:33am 

kurtswetshoes: WHATTTTTT

kombuchaassassin: I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW 

kurtswetshoes: ASK LOGAN 

kombuchaassassin: G R E A T POINT 

kombuchaassassin: WUNDERBAR 

kurtswetshoes: NOOOO LITTLE GERMAN BOY 

 

alleged furries 

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:34am 

kurtwanker: how was the group project meeting yesterday?? 

shortking: it was fine 

shortking: i bought jean coffee

shortking: i tried to buy scott coffee but he wouldn’t let me so jean bought it for him instead

 

academic weapons 🔥

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:36am 

kombuchaassassin: ok logan has not said anything of importance but

kombuchaassassin: i think he might be panicking a bit 

kurtswetshoes: oh no 

kombuchaassassin: he’s already not v in touch w his feelings 

kombuchaassassin: a potential bi crisis like this is Not Good 

kurtswetshoes: you got it you got it

kurtswetshoes: just listen and affirm 

kombuchaassassin: aghhhh ok ok

 

alleged furries 

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:38am 

kurtwanker: aww that’s nice of her

shortking: she is nice

shortking: i don’t get why scott would let her buy it but not me 

shortking: and i don’t get why that’s bothering me so fucking much 

shortking: this is so fucking stupid

kurtwanker: what is?? 

shortking: i don’t know

shortking: jean touched my shoulder a lot

shortking: she’s very nice 

shortking: and pretty funny 

shortking: and she definitely likes scott 

kurtwanker: do you like her?? 

shortking: yeah i think so 

shortking: but

shortking: shouldn’t it bother me more that jean and scott are flirting then 

kurtwanker: does it not??

shortking: nah it’s more warm 

kurtwanker: warm? 

shortking: it’s good that they like each other 

shortking: scott has a bracelet that says cyclops and jean and i looked at it

shortking: and i tried his glasses on 

shortking: he got flustered about it 

shortking: i like riling him up for some reason and i think i’m just a jerk  

kurtwanker: oh bärchen

kurtwanker: you’re not a jerk 

kurtwanker: i think you’re just having a time of it right now 

shortking: ain’t i always 

kurtwanker: that’s true

kurtwanker: can i ask you a question

shortking: yeah

kurtwanker: if you didn’t dislike scott, what would happen? 

shortking: i don’t know

shortking: it’d be confusing

kurtwanker: okay

shortking: i’m sick to death of things being confusing kurt

shortking: i’m done with being stupid or not knowing or not remembering

shortking: it’s so fucking frustrating

kurtwanker: i know 

shortking: i don’t like scott

shortking: he makes things confusing 

shortking: i’m poking at him bc i’m trying to figure it out i think 

kurtwanker: what about him is confusing?? 

shortking: a lot 

shortking: i’ll make a list 

shortking: then i can keep track and add to it when i find something new 

kurtwanker: that’s a good idea

kurtwanker: i think that’ll help a lot 

kurtwanker: is jean confusing? 

shortking: no jean’s comforting

shortking: but jean and scott together is confusing 

kurtwanker: interesting

 

fun-size gang

Thursday, September 22nd, 9:17am 

kitkat: did you hear about emma maddie and alison 

kitkat: i overheard some actors gossiping outside the booth last night 

starburst: yeah the costumes crew filled me in 

starburst: it’s fucked up 

starburst: i mostly just feel bad for ali 

starburst: i would NOT want to be in between emma frost and madelyne pryor they’re fucking terrifying 

kitkat: agreed

kitkat: i don’t think ali knows tho

starburst: oh shit really??

kitkat: yeah 

kitkat: she and maddie came into go go today and got coffee together

kitkat: they looked close

kitkat: and you and i both know alison mf blaire would not let that shit go so easily

starburst: shit you’re right she definitely doesn’t know

kitkat: exactly 

kitkat: i’m wondering if i should tell her

starburst: um. what 

starburst: kitty i’m all for nobility and honor n all that but emma’s already after ali 

starburst: if you help her she’ll be coming for YOUR throat next 

starburst: she probably knows hitmen!!

starburst: she probably IS a hitman!!! 

kitkat: i know i know but ali is nice 

kitkat: she doesn’t deserve to be a pawn in whatever this white queen red queen death match is 

starburst: oh god

starburst: ok if you’re dead set on incriminating yourself here’s a compromise

starburst: tell rogue. don’t tell ali directly 

starburst: and for the love of god do NOT do it in writing 

starburst: if there’s a shred of evidence you’re dead

kitkat: you’re right that’s smart

kitkat: wait jubes this conversation is in writing

starburst: fuuuuuuuuuuuuu

starburst: DELETE IT DELETE IT DELETE IT 

kitkat: OKAY OKAY 

(kitkat deleted the conversation)

 

the incredibles

Thursday, September 22nd, 10:08am 

ednamode: Wanda and Pietro–Charles Xavier is coming over for dinner, along with his goddaughter

ednamode: We’ll be discussing a field trip to DC

dash: sick 

violet: cool 

violet: who’s his goddaughter???

ednamode: He didn’t say 

violet: interesting..

jackjack: suspicious is what it is 

violet: shouldn’t you be asleep??

jackjack: it’s 7am not midnight 

dash: yeah but you hate waking up early 

jackjack: ok and

jackjack: both of you get off my dick

violet: oooo crankpot in the morning i see

dash: no rest all stress huh

ednamode: Children, get off of your sister’s dick 

dash: ughhhhhhhh fineeeeee

ednamode: And Lorna, use “get off my back” next time. That was a very strange text to write 

jackjack: wimp

ednamode: Unangebracht

ednamode: Charles will be over at 7:15, twins 

ednamode: Try not to die before then 

violet: sir yes sir

dash: yurrrrr

 

untitled chat

Thursday, September 22nd, 10:42am 

Logan: forgot to tell you yesterday 

Logan: cool truck 

Jean Grey: Thanks!! I never really saw myself driving a truck tbh, but I’ve really fallen in love with it 

Logan: why did you get it if you didn’t think it was your thing

Jean Grey: I didn’t actually get it for myself, my godfather gave it to me 

Jean Grey: It used to be his sister’s

Logan: aren’t godparents some rich people shit 

Jean Grey: Jfjlfjsdlhfkjhg;lafjkow

Jean Grey: Not necessarily, but in this case my godfather is definitely in the category of rich people shit 

Jean Grey: He’s nice, though

Jean Grey: He takes good care of me  

Logan: did your parents die

Logan: is that why he’s taking care of you

Jean Grey: No, they’re alive 

Jean Grey: It’s kind of a complicated story 

Logan: well i’m curious

Logan: what happened

Jean Grey: Basically

Jean Grey: My parents’ marriage was on the rocks when my mother was pregnant with me. She was hoping that, with me, my father would feel obligated to stay with her. My older sister Sara had left them by then and eloped with her boyfriend

Jean Grey: But my father worked constantly, so he missed the birth by complete coincidence when he was on a work trip in Arizona 

Jean Grey: My mother skipped doing the ultrasound because she was afraid of what she would see. She wanted me to be a boy, because fathers apparently bond more with sons or some bullshit like that

Jean Grey: It turned out she was having twins

Logan: oh shit 

Jean Grey: She was afraid my father would panic if there were two of us and decide to leave her, because apparently one baby is the happy medium 

Jean Grey: She’d chosen to do a birth with a midwife instead of at the hospital because she gets really nervous about doctors, ever since her father died 

Jean Grey: So she basically had no one except a midwife to keep her accountable for both babies 

Jean Grey: She randomly decided to keep me and give up my sister for adoption 

Jean Grey: She named my sister Madelyne Pryor and had the midwife take her and leave her on someone’s doorstep. 

Logan: fuck 

Jean Grey: Yeah 

Jean Grey: Maddie was put into foster care and ended up in an awful home in Nebraska with a bunch of other kids

Jean Grey: She was there for all of elementary and middle school, plus her freshman year of high school, but at some point she decided to take an ancestry test

Jean Grey: Our sister Sara had also done one at some point, and that’s how she found my parents

Jean Grey: So 14 year old Maddie shows up on our porch, looking exactly like me, and obviously all hell broke loose 

Jean Grey: My dad left, and my mom felt so guilty about everything that she had me go and stay with our godfather while she took care of Maddie 

Jean Grey: She basically decided that, since I had gotten all my time with our parents for most of my life, it was Maddie’s turn 

Jean Grey: We spent high school in separate homes and hated each other, and then by coincidence we ended up both getting into the University of Westchester 

Jean Grey: We’re in a good place now, but it took some time 

Jean Grey: And neither of us speak to our mother or father anymore 

Logan: fucking hell jeannie 

Logan: your mom sounds like a real piece of work 

Logan: is sara alright

Jean Grey: Yeah, we meet up with her occasionally, but it’s more like seeing a distant aunt than a sister 

Logan: damn

Logan: well fuck your mom for doing that to you and maddie 

Logan: and thank fuck for your godfather 

Jean Grey: Jfjkkdjfs I know right 

Jean Grey: WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED YOU KNOW HIM 

Jean Grey: DUH 

Logan: really???? 

Jean Grey: He’s our professor! Charles Xavier 

Logan: um 

Logan: i’m gonna sound like my friend kurt here but 

Logan: are you in therapy

Jean Grey: Lmaooooo yeah I am, so’s Maddie 

Jean Grey: And I’m double majoring in Child Psychology

Logan: makes sense 

Logan: it’s polite to say thanks for telling me that right

Jean Grey: Jfkdj yeah I’d say so 

Logan: ok. thanks 

Jean Grey: You’re welcome 

Jean Grey: What about you?? Are your parents ok? 

Logan: oh i don’t know my parents

Logan: similar situation to your twin 

Jean Grey: Ohhh I see 

Jean Grey: I’m sorry, I know that’s hard

Logan: nah it’s alright

Logan: that’s how it is sometimes

Jean Grey: Yeah 

Logan: you’re really nice for all that stuff to happen to you

Jean Grey: I try to be!! 

Logan: i’m not nice really

Logan: but kurt says it’s ok that i’m not because it’s all really fucked up 

Logan: so. same applies to you

Logan: it’s ok to lose your shit once in a while 

Logan: sorry

Logan: not trying to tell you what to do 

Logan: that’s just helpful for me or whatever

Jean Grey: It’s ok, you’re right

Jean Grey: And so is Kurt

Jean Grey: I think you both make a good point 

Logan: good 

Logan: i have a motorcycle

Jean Grey: I noticed

Logan: sometimes i like to scream when i ride it and that’s good too

Logan: do you wanna join 

Jean Grey: Honestly??? 

Jean Grey: Fuck yeah 

Logan: fuck yeah 

(Logan named the chat “fuck em we ball”) 

Jean Grey: LOVE IT 

 

snitches get stitches 

(members: Lorna Dane, Wanda Maximoff, and Pietro Maximoff) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 1:01pm 

hereswandawall: so we’re all thinking what i’m thinking i assume

hereswandawall: bc i’m always right and also i’m telepathic

gottagofast: still not a real thing 

hereswandawall: not yet 

reversethepolarity: yet???? 

reversethepolarity: anyway yes i agree we are setting up xavier and dad

gottagofast: oh ok sick we’re all on the same page 

hereswandawall: there are a few steps to my plan 

hereswandawall: 1. we observe their dynamic during dinner and then leave them alone afterwards

hereswandawall: with a conveniently placed bottle of brandy obviously 

hereswandawall: i will spy on them because i am sneaky 

gottagofast: what about me tf 

hereswandawall: pietro you are loud as fuck 

reversethepolarity: real

gottagofast: rude

hereswandawall: we must ENSURE that they get each other’s phone numbers

gottagofast: i can do that 

gottagofast: i’ll stick it in xavier’s pocket 

hereswandawall: perfect

hereswandawall: now lorna here is where you come in 

reversethepolarity: go on

hereswandawall: i need you to get hank on our side 

reversethepolarity: WAS 

hereswandawall: he’s a genius AND he’s in xavier’s class 

hereswandawall: plus he’s going to be a t.a. ergo he’ll have more access to the academic buildings xavier and dad will be in 24/7

gottagofast: we could lock them in a closet!!!!

hereswandawall: EXACTLY my thought 

hereswandawall: also if you and he are conspiring on a scheme you can get closer with him and work out his potential feelings for alex

reversethepolarity: oh shit that’s a great point

reversethepolarity: this is why you’re the smartest

hereswandawall: i know :) 

hereswandawall: and once we find out who the goddaughter is we can get her in on it too

gottagofast: this is just like the parent trap hehehehe

reversethepolarity: ok i’m in 

hereswandawall: most excellent

hereswandawall: now pietro we’re gonna hit the liquor store be downstairs in 10 

gottagofast: can i drive

reversethepolarity: no

hereswandawall: no 

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church 

Thursday, September 22nd, 2:39pm 

chere: hypothetically 

sugah: hi babyyyyyyyyy 

chere: bonjour ma etoile 

sugah: what’s the tea 🍵

chere: let’s say. hypothetically. you just found out your best friend’s sort-of-girlfriend is likely using her as a rebound from the terrifying stage manager of the show your best friend is the lead in 

sugah: uh oh

chere: let’s also say your best friend has never been in a relationship before 

chere: and is very happy with her sort-of-girlfriend 

chere: even. giddy 

sugah: oh lord 

chere: let us also say that you and your bestie recently had a big fight about relationships and her not understanding yours

chere: so this is. hypothetically. an extremely tense subject right now 

chere: i will also emphasize that the hypothetical stage manager and the hypothetical sort-of-girlfriend are Terrifying 

chere: and probably work with the mob 

sugah: i mean i don’t know about that 

sugah: but i got contacts i can look into it if you want 

chere: hypothetically that’s probably a good idea

sugah: hypothetically hypothetically 

chere: now here’s the big question

chere: do you tell your best friend that she’s being used

sugah: well we got a couple of options here chere

sugah: your hypothetical best friend is pretty tough n i think she can handle it 

sugah: but first we gotta sort out this rumor

sugah: i’m thinkin you need to confirm with this sort-of-girlfriend if the information is true 

chere: very true baby 

chere: but again

chere: she is terrifying 

sugah: i’m here to help though 

chere: oh???

sugah: i can sneak around and see what exactly she’s up to 

sugah: and definitely look into whether she’s actually in the mob or not 

sugah: i can keep an eye on the stage manager too if you want

chere: you know you wouldn’t be gettin paid for this like you do with the guild

sugah: i know

sugah: but i love you and i know how much your hypothetical best friend is important to you 

sugah: and i don’t want either of you gettin hurt

chere: this is a bad idea

sugah: probably

chere: but alright

chere: meet me tonight and i’ll give you their names

sugah: never put it in writing

sugah: atta girl!!!!!! 

chere: you’re a dork 

sugah: merci beaucoup 🩷

 

hometown schmoetown

Thursday, September 22nd, 3:03pm 

noteasybeingreen: text ur bf we have work to do 

burningringofire: Not my boyfriend!!! 

burningringofire: What are you up to 

noteasybeingreen: more like what’s wanda up to 

burningringofire: Wanda scares me 

noteasybeingreen: don’t tell her this but. same 

burningringofire: I KNEW IT 

noteasybeingreen: I WILL GUT YOU SUMMERS

burningringofire: DO IT COWARD 

burningringofire: Anyway what’s the mission 

noteasybeingreen: we’re gonna set up my dad and professor xavier 

burningringofire: Hank’s poli sci teacher???? 

noteasybeingreen: yup

burningringofire: I’m down for mischief

burningringofire: What do you need me to do 

noteasybeingreen: get hank to agree to our matchmaking scheme 

noteasybeingreen: and potentially jeopardize his morals by one day locking them in a closet

burningringofire: Ok I feel it’s important to remind you that Hank is a nerd

burningringofire: He’s not gonna go for that

noteasybeingreen: we need this to work

noteasybeingreen: any means necessary alex 

burningringofire: Lorna this is unhinged

noteasybeingreen: don’t make me call wanda

burningringofire: OKAY FINE 

noteasybeingreen: ANY. MEANS. NECESSARY. 

 

your brother is an idiot

Thursday, September 22nd, 3:10pm 

Alex Summers: You want me to succeed right 

Hank McCoy: Of course!! 

Alex Summers: And you don’t want me to get killed by my best friend and her maybe psychic definitely crazy sister right 

Hank McCoy: Ok, where is this going? 

Alex Summers: You know your poli sci professor 

Alex Summers: The bald one 

Hank McCoy: What does your friend want with Professor Xavier??? 

Alex Summers: She and her siblings are trying to set him up with their dad 

Alex Summers: He works there too

Hank McCoy: Wait, seriously? 

Hank McCoy: That’s one hell of a coincidence.  

Alex Summers: I know right

Alex Summers: Idk if you know him but he’s German, wears turtlenecks, looks a bit like Gandalf, and when he smiles you can hear the Jaws theme 

Hank McCoy: PROFESSOR LEHNSHERR???????? 

Alex Summers: YES 

Hank McCoy: YOUR FRIEND’S DAD IS ERIK LEHNSHERR??????????????

Alex Summers: YES

Hank McCoy: But Prof Lehnsherr is the honest-to-god Regina George of the Humanities and Social Sciences Department!!

Hank McCoy: Full on “she punched me in the face, it was awesome”!!!!

Hank McCoy: Every fresher that comes into his class comes out wearing a turtleneck!!!

Alex Summers: You’ve watched Mean Girls?? 

Hank McCoy: I’m a 21 year-old gay man, Alex. 

Hank McCoy: Of course I’ve watched Mean Girls.

Alex Summers: You’re gay???

Hank McCoy: Will that be a problem? 

Alex Summers: NO NO NO I’M BI DW 

Hank McCoy: Really? 

Alex Summers: Yeah!! 

Alex Summers: You’re not biphobic or anything right 

Hank McCoy: Absolutely not!!! I’m just glad to see we have something else in common. 

Alex Summers: Besides Scott?? 

Hank McCoy: Well that, yes, but also our similarly loyal and passionate dispositions. Granted, your passion is more on the creative side, whereas mine is more scientific, but we are both equally passionate about our loved ones. 

Hank McCoy: And we both love Star Wars and cooking, if memory serves. 

Alex Summers: Yeah, we do 

Alex Summers: And another thing

Hank McCoy: Yes? 

Alex Summers: We both like a bit of trouble 

Hank McCoy: You think so? 

Alex Summers: Duh 

Alex Summers: You have to, to like me 

Hank McCoy: I don’t think you’re trouble, Alex. 

Alex Summers: Don’t be stupid bozo 

Hank McCoy: I’m serious. Maybe that’s what your foster parents, teachers, and the police have told you, but they’re wrong. They’re refusing to see how intelligent and kind you can be. 

3:45pm 

Alex Summers: Yeah whatever 

Alex Summers: So are you gonna help me set up these two old men or not 

Hank McCoy: I know I just said I don’t like trouble, but…I’m in. 

Alex Summers: YES HANK 

 

hometown schmoetown

Thursday, September 22nd, 3:50pm 

burningringofire: Hank is gay 

burningringofire: And he’s way too fucking nice to me 

noteasybeingreen: so you’re frustrated that he has faith in you i assume

burningringofire: Look what he said 

burningringofire: screenshot.jpg

noteasybeingreen: shit

burningringofire: Yeah 

noteasybeingreen: try not to have a crisis about it 

burningringofire: Too late 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 4:15pm 

orororoyourboat: Scheme time. 

jncojean: PLEASE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON 😭

 

xavier’s poli sci! 

Thursday, September 22nd, 4:17pm 

orororoyourboat: Hey, everyone! I was thinking– we should all meet up for drinks tomorrow night. I think it would be good for us to bond as a class before marks tear us apart. How about the Hellfire Club at 8?

Notes:

SURPRIIIIIIIIIIIISE EARLY UPDATE
Hoo boy this chapter is THICK (36 pages ayo) both length-wise AND emotionally!!!! Saurrrrr let's get into it mwahahahaha

- FIRST hank taking note of alex's academic boundaries 🥵 me when he's respectful
- (but hank babe we know that's not the REAL reason u haven't told scott yet)
- alex and bobby would get drinks together and i'm right about that
- also the alex biting warren on the ass story is inspired by a true story! my mom's sister bit her best friend on the ass bc she was jealous and it is my Favorite Thing
- alex is truly the MASTER of blending teasing w earnestness i.e. LMAO EATING SHIT EN POINTE but if she makes fun of u for doing ballet she is dead. i love him
- is the car sex joke an allusion to the song scotty doesn't know....perchance
- OH SHIT WAIT I THOUGHT I POSTED THE JOTTGAN COFFEE LAST CHAP. OH YOU GUYS ARE IN FOR A TREAT
- listen idgaf that it doesn't make sense that bobby, in september, knows a sabrina carpenter song that came out in may. it's a fckn bop i've loved her since girl meets world don't @ me
- warren n the boys like we must stay focused brothers we must. stay focused
- jean's coffee outfit is inspired by a pap photo of sophie turner that i cannot find for the life of me but you guys see the vision
- what is scott's good shirt??? no one knows
- "i didn't know what to get you"...i know what you are
- JEAN IS AN ICON AS ALWAYS. WHAT A POWER MOVE
- trying each other's drinks...touching scott's wrist...stealing his glasses....middle school ass flirting
- scott being a sub is the funniest consistent piece of xmen fanon to me because we are all so correct
- "wow imagine flirting by insulting someone" bobby ur everything
- ....which of their bets on the jottgan confession do you agree with
- ororo reaching her breaking point <33333
- erik, looking at houses in westchester: they have to be wheelchair-accessible. his realtor: uh why. erik, visibly sweating: no reason
- also someone asked what the cherik vibes would be last chap and rn they're nebulous mutual pining coworkers xoxo
- german man discovers vietnamese food more at eight
- the bald teasing heheheTHEY'RE IN LOVE AND THEY'RE BITCHES
- jubilee and kurt waiting on the edge of their seats for jottgan updates is so me
- LITTLE GERMAN BOY
- logan....oh my guy we've all been there
- also bärchen means little bear and i think that's adorable <3
- IF 👏 YOU 👏 DIDN'T 👏 LIKE 👏 SCOTT 👏 WHAT 👏 WOULD 👏 HAPPEN 👏
- did yall know emojis count as two characters. that's wild
- also i'm thinking of writing a lil companion fic for logan's confusing scott list.........👀
- kitty is definitely a tired sound crew head who lives off of red bulls in my mind. i know she's v energetic in canon but i love techie! kitty n by the end of the school day when ur stuck in that booth w a bunch of fckn actors ur exhausted
- if there's anything i've learned from normal gossip it's to never put things in writing and background check every new person you meet
- "children, get off your sister's dick" ICONIC
- WHOA JEAN AND MADDIE BACKSTORY ALERT
- i do not know how birth certificates and adoption work pls be nice to me. please
- waittt maddie in a home in nebraska??? that's so weird omg....
- another fam story we found out my mom had a secret sibling via ancestry.com so. THIS CAN HAPPEN
- is this accurate to canon at all no. but do i hate jean's parents in canon YES
- SURPRISE JEAN IS CHARLES'S GODDAUGHTER
- logan is autistic. to me
- AND HE BRINGS OUT THE RAGE IN JEAN AND LETS HER BE FREER CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
- ngl the mcu fucked up wanda and made me angry but i love writing her in this <3 i missed her
- more schemes!! never enough schemes!!
- remy using his criminal bg to give rogue peace of mind..he's unmatched
- ALEX BEING AFRAID OF WANDA IS SO REAL AND TRUE
- erik is a gay icon in that department hank told me himself
- hank "i am not immune to stereotypes" mccoy
- alex "am i a troubled kid? yeah. you could say that" summers
- ORORO MY LOVE GET EM ALL DRUNK AND EMOTIONAL!!!!!!! YOU GENIUS

anyhoo this was a GIGANTIC chapter and!! a vv fun one! we're really getting into the nitty gritty here and i'm HYPE AF
it's unlikely that i'll be updating this fast again, i'll probs go back to my previous schedule just bc i have a job (ew)
ALSO! i made a playlistttt: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3LX1XYIG11YtKqRL9tY01P

so that's it for this chap!! i hope you all enjoyed and please! let me know what you think with a comment or kudos, i adore all of you and i'm so so happy to be writing in the x-men fandom, it's a fuckin blast <3

Chapter 7: beans? spilled. jean? hot. hotel? trivago.

Notes:

CW for the f slur! Not said in malice from any character to the other, rather recounted as part of a character's previous experience.

Also jottgan and halex girlies you're gonna have a good time this chap hehe

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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set fire to the rain (adele) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 4:18pm

jncojean: This is EXTREMELY suspicious 

orororoyourboat: Good. 

orororoyourboat: You’re coming to Hellfire. 

jncojean: How dare you weaponize my curiosity against me 

orororoyourboat: :) 

orororoyourboat: Come over to mine for pre-s 

orororoyourboat: And borrow some clothes from Maddie

jncojean: I’m side-eyeing you just so you know 

orororoyourboat: Be there at 6:45 mwah 😘

jncojean: I hate it when you have a mission

jncojean: This is terrifying 😭 

 

future cover of time

(members: Hank McCoy and Warren Worthington III) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 4:20pm

brains: Do you know Professor Lehnsherr? 

brawn: DO I????? 

brawn: GILF to end all GILFs 

brawn: My hall pass 

brawn: My future sugar daddy 

brawn: Though to be fair I’m a nepo baby and he’s a humanities professor, so I’d more likely be HIS sugar daddy 

brawn: Which is fine by me

brawn: I’ll buy him as many turtlenecks as his heart desires

brawn: Rumour has it he spends his weekends hunting down neo-Nazis

brawn: Which is so fucking hot 

brawn: Need to see him covered in blood YESTERDAY 

brains: I’ll stop you right there.

brains: Alex’s best friend and her sister are plotting to set Professor Lehnsherr up with Professor Xavier. 

brawn: Great so now I have to drop kick Xavier 

brawn: Lehnsherr is MINE

brawn: ALSO 

brawn: Isn’t Lorna in California????? 

brains: Yes. 

brains: But. 

brawn: Hank did you bring me tea 

brains: I did.

brawn: JUST FOR ME?????? 

brains: Just for you!

brawn: AWWW HANKY PANKYYYYYY

brawn: You flatter me 

brains: Any time 👏

brains: Warwar

brawn:

brawn: Well played 

brains: Thank you 😌

brains: That’s beside the point– Lorna has literal skin in the game. 

brains: Professor Lehnsherr is her father!!!! 

brawn: THE FUCK? 

brains: PRECISELY! 

brawn: Wait 

brawn: Does that mean her sister is Wanda “eats people” Maximoff???

brains: YES!!!!

brawn: Hank I literally owe you a LIFE DEBT for bringing this information to my attention 

brawn: Unfortunate that I’ll have to slash Xavier’s tires as a result but 

brains: Well, you don’t have to.

brawn: No I do 

brawn: Does Scott know? 

brains: No, I didn’t want to disclose Alex’s private academic information.

brains: Not that I think Scott would ever judge Alex for needing tutoring, but I felt it would be better to let Alex make that decision. 

brains: It’s not unreasonable to keep this between Alex and I, is it? 

brains: Scott is one of my best friends, and I don’t want to betray his trust, but Alex has a right to his privacy as one of my students. 

brains: I’m sure Scott would understand this.

brawn: Mate I was asking if Scott knows that Lehnsherr is Lorna’s dad 

brains: Oh.

brains: I’m not sure, actually. I didn’t ask.

brawn: But no, I don’t think Scott would care that you’re tutoring Alex 

brawn: As long as that’s all this is 

brains: What else would it be? 

brawn: No clue

brawn: Just saying

4:48pm 

brains: Alex is bi.

brawn: Yeah, I saw his pride post last summer! 

brawn: Did he bring it up??

brains: I told him I’m gay, and he told me he’s bi.

brawn: Nice!! 

brawn: Love queer bonding!! 

brains: It surprised me a bit.

brawn: Really? 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Thursday, September 22nd, 4:50pm 

nepobaby: ABOUT TO SCAPEGOAT YOU FOR THE PLOT PLEASE FORGIVE ME 

iceicebaby: WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING 

 

future cover of time 

Thursday, September 22nd, 4:51pm

brawn: I knew back in sophomore year of high school 

brawn: Remember that massive crush he used to have on Bobby? 

Read 4:52pm

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Thursday, September 22nd, 4:52pm

nepobaby: screenshot.jpg  

nepobaby: If Hank is weird to you next time you see him it is 10000% my fault x 

iceicebaby: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS 

 

tomorrow (i love ya)  

(members: Charles Xavier and Jean Grey) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:00pm 

warbucks: Hello Dear, Professor Erik Lehnsherr and his children will be joining us for dinner tonight at 7:15. Is that alright? Love Charles 

annie: Sounds good! I’ll be there at 7 😊

warbucks: Jean, Wonderful! His daughter Wanda is about your age. I think you’ll get along marvelously. Love Charles 

annie: Awesome, I’m excited! See you soon! 🤗 

warbucks: Jean, See you soon! Love Charles 

 

gals being pals 

(members: Madelyne Pryor and Alison Blaire) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:02pm 

pryorengagement: hey! do you have any plans tmrw night? 

alibedazzlin: depends on what you’re about to suggest 

pryorengagement: ok great so you’ll have plans with me then 

alibedazzlin: okay go off!!

pryorengagement: we’ve done boba, we’ve done coffee…we’re running out of beverage-based dates to go on 

pryorengagement: and i thought, since tmrw’s friday and i’ve really liked going out with you

pryorengagement: we could get drinks at the hellfire club around 8? 

alibedazzlin: you’re buying

pryorengagement: fine by me 

pryorengagement: long island iced tea sound good? 

alibedazzlin: make it a manhattan 

pryorengagement: slay 

alibedazzlin: you’re dancing with me btw 

pryorengagement: oh?? 

alibedazzlin: i work gigs at hellfire all the time 

alibedazzlin: huge dancefloor with plenty of room

alibedazzlin: and i don’t plan to sit all night 

pryorengagement: i’ll brush up on my moves 

pryorengagement: i’m wearing black also!! if you want to coordinate

alibedazzlin: i’ll wear white 🤍

pryorengagement: perfect! i’ll pick you up at 7:45

alibedazzlin: i’ll be outside 

 

2 best friends…they might kiss

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:05pm 

bubbles: i am about to be the most seductive bitch on the planet

bubbles: in my element 

bubbles: dancing in my best sparkly white jumpsuit 

bubbles: body glitter EVERYWHERE 

bubbles: a manhattan in hand and a hot asf redhead on my arm 

bubbles: CAN I GET AN AYYYYYYYYY 

blossom: ayyyyyyyyyy

bubbles: maddie and i are going to the hellfire club tomorrow night and we! are! going! to! dance! 

bubbles: alexa play looking at me by sabrina carpenter!!!!!!!! 

bubbles: i WILL be packing a toothbrush because frankly if you dance with me and you DON’T want to fuck me you have no taste

blossom: tea!!! 

blossom: this’ll be your third date??

bubbles: yuhhhhhhhh i’m hyped 

blossom: wooo!!!! 

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:09pm 

chere: i feel like the most despicable person in the world

chere: ali’s so happy and i know it ain’t true 

chere: i can’t just watch her get her heart broken

sugah: we won’t let that happen 

sugah: and if you do decide to tell her i’ll guard you from the wrath of emma frost

chere: thank you baby

chere: but i shouldn’t ruin it for her until we’re 110 percent sure

sugah: lucky for you i’ve got a new strategy 

chere: ??

sugah: maddie’s got a sister

sugah: and we have her number

 

snitches get stitches 

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:30pm 

hereswandawall: t-minus 1 hour and 45 minutes until dinner 

gottagofast: time to dress dad to the NINES

hereswandawall: lorna we need you to facetime dad and distract him 

reversethepolarity: expand and explain

gottagofast: i need time to subtly rearrange his closet so that his better stuff is at the front

gottagofast: also i’m putting a pride flag pin on every single one of his suit lapels

reversethepolarity: beeeee who youuuu areeeeee

reversethepolarity: also i got the nerd

(reversethepolarity added Hank McCoy to snitches get stitches) 

reversethepolarity: nerd these are my siblings wanda and pietro 

Hank McCoy: Hello! I’m Hank 👋

gottagofast: suh dude

hereswandawall: no time for introductions i have a plan

hereswandawall: according to alex you’re going to xavier’s office hours today correct

Hank McCoy: Yes? 

hereswandawall: wonderful

hereswandawall: you need to talk up our father 

gottagofast: make it natural tho

Hank McCoy: I’ll do as much as I can, but I’m actually going for classwork help. 

hereswandawall: please. 

hereswandawall: you’re a genius and you’re lying to your classmates about being an undergrad

hereswandawall: and you’ll be xavier’s t.a. next semester so i imagine you’re learning to grade papers

gottagofast: or some other nerdy bullshit 

Hank McCoy: How did you find that out?

gottagofast: eyes everywhere my guy

gottagofast: not only are you talking up our dad you’re also gonna have to come up with some sort of romantic problem xavier can help you with

Hank McCoy: What?!

hereswandawall: that way, we can get a read on what his type might be AND any potential red flags 

reversethepolarity: i’ve got it covered, mccoy

reversethepolarity: alex told me all about your tutoring behind closed doors

reversethepolarity: and the professor knows scott 

reversethepolarity: just pretend you’re dating alex instead of tutoring him and you’re golden

reversethepolarity: that would be a pretty big fucking problem 

gottagofast: hella stressful 

hereswandawall: hiding your romantic feelings for your best friend’s brother from the aforementioned best friend?

hereswandawall: PERFECT situation for xavier to dig his teeth into 

Hank McCoy: I don’t know if I’ll be able to pretend that that’s the truth! And besides, it doesn’t feel ethically sound to use Alex as a way to get information out of the Professor. 

reversethepolarity: alex consented already 

reversethepolarity: and who said anything about pretending

Hank McCoy: What? 

reversethepolarity: what

hereswandawall: moving on 

gottagofast: get his advice make our dad sound hot it’s v simple

Hank McCoy: Why are you setting him up with Professor Xavier, anyway? 

reversethepolarity: bc they’re both old and gay 

hereswandawall: also, our father is constantly full of rage 

hereswandawall: understandable rage, but rage nonetheless

hereswandawall: rumor has it that xavier is kind and understanding and doesn’t really Get angry 

hereswandawall: which i don’t think is possible, but at least means he has decent self-control

gottagofast: so he’s perfect bcuz our dad needs three things

gottagofast: ONE calm the fuck down

gottagofast: TWO control his anger. meditate or some shit. go full on jedi 

gottagofast: and THREE get dicked down 

hereswandawall: gross

gottagofast: WE WERE ALL THINKING IT 

reversethepolarity: basically we plan to use xavier as a human zoloft 

Hank McCoy: That’s actually fairly reasonable.

hereswandawall: you didn’t think we would be???

Hank McCoy: Well, to be honest, I assumed you were doing this for your own entertainment. 

hereswandawall: oh there’s also that

reversethepolarity: undeniably yeah

gottagofast: ultimate goal is always to fuck around and find out

Hank McCoy: Oh joy.

hereswandawall: watch yourself

hereswandawall: or you’ll be next

Hank McCoy: What??

reversethepolarity: wanda rules at matchmaking

hereswandawall: it’s because i’m good at knowing what people need and what they’re missing

hereswandawall: for example

herewandawall: hank, you need someone who pushes your boundaries and gets you outside of your comfort zone 

hereswandawall: you’ve been stuck in a routine for far too long. your life is missing excitement and spontaneity and even a bit of danger

hereswandawall: you need someone who will bring you out of your head and show you different sides of the world and yourself 

hereswandawall: and in order to meet that person where they are you need to get a little uncomfortable and find your bravery 

Hank McCoy: How can you make such an assessment without really knowing me? 

hereswandawall: call it intuition

hereswandawall: and ignore your science brain screaming at you to dismiss that

Hank McCoy: So, with these assessments, you’d next go to find a person that matches those needs and presumably set me up with them? 

hereswandawall: basically yes

hereswandawall: but i don’t need to find that person for you

Hank McCoy: Why is that? 

hereswandawall: because you already know them 

hereswandawall: have fun talking up our father! 

 

your brother is an idiot

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:51pm

Hank McCoy: I concur.

Hank McCoy: Wanda is both scary and psychic.

Alex Summers: YUP 

Alex Summers: Don’t fuck with the Maximoffs 

Hank McCoy: I WON’T. 

 

untitled chat

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:57pm 

Jean Grey: Ok, random BUT–I’m going to dinner with my godfather and his friends and I have no idea what to wear 

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 5:57pm 

annie: screenshot.jpg

annie: This is a lie I absolutely know what I’m wearing

annie: But this gives me an excuse to send Scott pictures of me looking hot without that *technically* being what I’m doing hehehehe

hallie: FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD 

hallie: ur finally taking after me i’m SO PROUD 

annie: This reminds me!! 

annie: Our class is going to the Hellfire Club tomorrow night and Ororo instructed me to borrow some of your clothes

annie: Can I come over in the morning to pick some out?? 

hallie: duh i’ll prepare my hottest fits

hallie: going back to your text tho

hallie: what “friends” is charles having dinner w???

annie: OH RIGHT Professor Lehnsherr and his kids! Wanda and Pietro

annie: So basically half your class lol 

hallie: ooooookay slay 

hallie: i like wanda she gives off cut a bitch energy 

annie: Love that!! 

 

untitled chat

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:00pm 

Scott Summers: What are your options? 

Jean Grey: So it doesn’t have to be super fancy but I still want to make a good impression yknow

Jean Grey: Here’s what I’m thinking

Jean Grey: outfit1.jpg

Jean Grey: NUMBER ONE blue jumpsuit moment with some wedges and hair in a ponytail probs and gold accents 

Scott Summers: That color looks great on you!! 

 

barbershop quartet 

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:02pm 

scottydoesntknow: HELP HELP HELP 

iceicebaby: WHAT 

nepobaby: IS IT JEAN OR LOGAN 

scottydoesntknow: JEAN 

scottydoesntknow: SHE’S ASKING ME TO PICK AN OUTFIT FOR HER TO WEAR TO DINNER 

scottydoesntknow: WHAT DO I DOOOOOOOO 

nepobaby: Oh fuck the pressure is ON 

scottydoesntknow: WARREN

nepobaby: SORRY

scottydoesntknow: There are so many problems with this I’m so scared 

scottydoesntknow: ONE she thinks I’m gay and that’s why she’s asking me for fashion advice

scottydoesntknow: Is that a stereotype YES 

scottydoesntknow: BUT NONETHELESS BOBBY SAID I LOOKED LIKE A TWINK ONCE AND NOW I’M PARANOID 

iceicebaby: NOOOO DON’T WORRY BABE YOU’RE ENTERING YOUR TWUNK ERA 

nepobaby: REAL 

nepobaby: Getting gains 💪😩💥‼️ 

scottydoesntknow: PROBLEM TWO I pick the wrong outfit and she thinks I have bad taste for the rest of time 

nepobaby: Luckily this is not a problem bc we’re here to help pick the correct outfit

iceicebaby: tru now that warren’s out of his vineyard vines era he actually has Taste

nepobaby: Ok who asked??????? 

iceicebaby: don’t make me find the ascot pictures

nepobaby: DIE 

scottydoesntknow: NUMBER THREE she’s showing me these outfits as POTENTIALLY. POTENTIALLY. flirting????? So do I compliment her or do I offer objective commentary?????????? GUYS DOES SHE WANT ME TO BE HONEST OR 

iceicebaby: ascotwarren.jpg

iceicebaby: FOUND IT 

nepobaby: YOU TRAITOROUS SCUM 

scottydoesntknow: GUYS PLEASE

scottydoesntknow: WHERE IS HANK I NEED S O M E O N E TO HAVE THE BRAIN CELL RN 

 

your brother is an idiot

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:04pm 

Alex Summers: What do you think of the plan? 

Hank McCoy: It’s risky, and it makes a lot of emotional leaps, but I think it’ll work. 

Hank McCoy: Especially because Wanda does in fact seem to be psychic

Alex Summers: Yeahhh she reads people like the rest of us breathe

Hank McCoy: I definitely got that sense

Hank McCoy: Though the “pretending to date you” part of the plan was an unexpected variable.

Alex Summers: OH YEAH 

Alex Summers: But that came out of nowhere  for me too dw 

Hank McCoy: As long as you’re alright with it! 

Alex Summers: I am!! 

Alex Summers: And hey if it works it works 

 

untitled chat

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:05pm 

Jean Grey: Thanks!!

Jean Grey: outfit2.jpg

Jean Grey: OPTION TWO forest green dress with some silver accents and black heels and probably a half-up half-down hairstyle

 

barbershop quartet 

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:07pm 

scottydoesntknow: THIS IS TIME SENSITIVE PLEASE FOCUS UP 

nepobaby: FINE FINE FINE

nepobaby: I’ll kill you later Bobby

iceicebaby: is that a promise owo 

scottydoesntknow: NO 

nepobaby: WHY THE FUCK 

iceicebaby: yeah i regretted that immediately that’s my b

iceicebaby: show us the fits scotty!!! 

scottydoesntknow: outfit1.jpg

scottydoesntknow: outfit2.jpg

scottydoesntknow: SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL IN BOTH OF THEM I AM PANICKING 

nepobaby: OKAY DAMN!!!!!

iceicebaby: WERK SLAY GO OFF ETC 

scottydoesntknow: THIS IS NOT HELPINGGGGG

 

teenage mutant ninja turtles

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:10pm 

leonardo: My friends are being useless please help me 

leonardo: outfit1.jpg 

leonardo: outfit2.jpg

leonardo: HOW DO I RESPOND TO JEAN SENDING THESE TO ME ASKING FOR MY OPINION 

6:15pm 

leonardo: ALEX 

 

your brother is an idiot

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:15pm 

Hank McCoy: Would Scott hate us if we were dating? Hypothetically, obviously. 

Hank McCoy: I just spoke to Xavier, and now I’m trying to work out the imaginary conundrum haha

Alex Summers: Idk about hating us

Alex Summers: He’d be pissed off for sure

Alex Summers: But he’d calm down if I told him how much I care about you 

Hank McCoy: What would you say exactly? 

Alex Summers: Hm 

Alex Summers: Probably something like

Alex Summers: “Scott, get your head out of your ass and stop freaking the fuck out. Hank and I aren’t going to fuck each other over, and if it does go south, you’ll still have us at the end of the day because we’re adults and we can be mature.” 

Alex Summers: And then he’d probably go ohhhh but how did this even happen you guys barely know each other bla bla bla I don’t get it etc etc etc

Alex Summers: And I’d say “Scott. Hank started tutoring me in science because I’m a fucking idiot, but he doesn’t treat me like one. He’s understanding and patient and way too nice to me, and he never treats me like a screw-up or like I’m less than everyone else. He gets how it feels to be othered. Also he’s handsome as hell and insanely smart and DEFINITELY the most responsible out of all your friends, so stop giving yourself a stress ulcer and worry about your own romantic problems. Of which there’s a fuck ton.” 

Alex Summers: Or something like that

Alex Summers: Hypothetically

Hank McCoy: That’s an incredibly high compliment, Alex. Thank you. 

Hank McCoy: And even though that’s a hypothetical situation, I’m still glad our tutoring sessions have helped you feel better about yourself.

Hank McCoy: You’re vibrant and awe-inspiring, and you deserve to.

Hank McCoy: I think that speech would definitely win Scott over.

Alex Summers: Cheers bozo 

Alex Summers: Now if you’ll excuse me I gotta go do my laundry

 

untitled chat

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:16pm

Scott Summers: Sorry, I had to get my laundry!  

Scott Summers: The green looks great too! 

Jean Grey: Ahhh thanks!!

Jean Grey: Which do you think is better for a dinner?? I’m worried the green is too formal but the blue might be giving Businesswoman instead of Cool Chill Goddaughter

Scott Summers: Hmm

Scott Summers: Maybe if you have your hair down for the blue instead of in a ponytail it’ll come across more casual?? 

Scott Summers: I’m not great with fashion, I’m sorry! I have one designated Good Shirt haha

Jean Grey: That’s ok!! My sister’s a lot better at it than me 

Jean Grey: But I think you’re right about leaving the hair down instead

Jean Grey: Just to be sure though I’ll get a second opinion!! 

 

barbershop quartet

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:18pm

scottydoesntknow: She’s asking for a second opinion

scottydoesntknow: I fucked it 

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:18pm 

annie: Is it bad if I also ask Logan for his opinion

hallie: no??? 

annie: It feels lowkey like. slutty or smth 

hallie: ew not the patriarchy in ur head

hallie: here’s my thought 

hallie: you want a relationship with both of them yes

annie: I mean I haven’t really taken it fully into consideration yet because I’ve been working on this slideshow for the project 

hallie: bullshit

annie: …PERCHANCE YES 

hallie: ok so pitchinggggg you text your group project gc with logan AND scott so scott still feels in the loop but he also understands that you’re bringing logan into the discussion too

hallie: real life foreshadowing

annie: See how does this kind of galaxy brained advice come from the same place as “I will make Emma Frost jealous by dating Ali Blaire” and “keep Scott in the closet by looking hot” 

hallie: easy i contain multitudes xoxo 

hallie: much easier to give YOU healthy solutions

annie: True!!! 

hallie: speaking of don’t be mad when ali and i show up to hellfire together tmrw night

annie: Wait what

annie: You told me you were done with that 

hallie: i changed my mind

annie: Maddie what

annie: This isn’t good for any of you 

annie: I get that you’re mad at Emma but it’s wrong to use another person like that

hallie: jesus christ don’t lecture me jean 

hallie: let me make my own decisions instead of trying to get me to be as perfect as you

 

group project! 

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:21pm 

jeannie: Ok I already asked Scott’s opinion but!! I need a second opinion from another fairly unbiased person so 

jeannie: outfit1.jpg

jeannie: outfit2.jpg

jeannie: Thoughts?? 

pipsqueak: first one 

pipsqueak: blue’s more striking w the gold 

pipsqueak: you look beautiful red 

jeannie: Thank you so much ahhh!!

slim: Agreed! 

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:23pm 

annie: I’m not trying to perfect you 

annie: And you know I’m not perfect either 

annie: But I am trying to get you to see that this will blow up in flames

hallie: then let me deal with the consequences myself

annie: I want to help

hallie: ok and i didn’t ask you to

hallie: this is MY problem 

annie: Maddie you’re my sister

annie: I don’t want to see you get hurt

hallie: just let it go jean 

hallie: besides you have a dinner with charles to get to right

hallie: give him my regards

annie: He would invite you if you didn’t treat him like dirt 

hallie: i don’t want him to invite me 

hallie: he doesn’t need another poor child to make his charity case

annie: You’re being unfair 

hallie: so??? 

annie: I’ll text you tomorrow

 

roasting you

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:26pm 

slimjim: How did you know which one to choose? 

short: two things 

short: i said what i thought 

short: and she stands out more in the blue

short: jean isn’t someone who blends in 

slimjim: I agree 

slimjim: Dumb question

short: that’s just all questions for you 

slimjim: Fuck off 

slimjim: How did you get so comfortable giving out your opinions left and right?? 

slimjim: You’re very good at not giving a shit what people think 

slimjim: Or at least that’s how you appear 

short: didn’t expect you to ask that

slimjim: You don’t have to answer

slimjim: Just

slimjim: Don’t get a big head about it, but I kind of wish I could be like you in that way 

short: awww 

short: you do have a heart

slimjim: Shut up 

short: you gotta get that if you don’t speak up you’re never gonna get what you want

short: you got as much right as anybody to say what you think

short: even though what you think is pretty fuckin stupid 

slimjim: Annnnd there it is 

short: are you gonna tell me what you think of my bullshit or not boy scout

slimjim: Oh I’ll tell you what I think

short: do your worst

slimjim: I think you’re much kinder than you want people to realize

slimjim: And I appreciate your advice 

6:43pm

short: you’re a real fuckwit scott

slimjim: Charming

 

snitches get stitches

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:50 

hereswandawall: t-minus 25 minutes until dinner

hereswandawall: status report hank??

Hank McCoy: After working on papers for a bit, I asked Professor Xavier if he had any Big Plans for the night, and he told me about dinner with Professor Lehnsherr. I used that as my opportunity to talk Lehnsherr up as an academic I deeply respect and admire.

gottagofast: ew 

Hank McCoy: I also told him about an instance last year, when I was working on an essay at Coffee-a-Go-Go. Two third years who had harassed me previously purposely took the table across from mine and spent their time very loudly talking about how “the gays don’t like it when you call them fags” and plenty more. I spoke up and told them to shut up or leave, and they defended themselves by arguing that they had a right to their beliefs, etc. etc. until your father appeared out of nowhere, asked them for their student ID cards, and promptly scared them shitless. 

gottagofast: dude???

Hank McCoy: Telling him that turned out well! I could almost see the hearts in Professor Xavier’s eyes. 

Hank McCoy: He also gave me advice on the Fake Alex Problem, as requested. I didn’t get any information about his type, though he does seem to have dated plenty in the past–from what I could tell, though, nothing beyond the casual stage.   

reversethepolarity: what did he say abt alex???

Hank McCoy: That it’s important to be honest will all parties and, especially with Scott, communicate the *why* behind my imaginary feelings for Alex. 

reversethepolarity: interesting

hereswandawall: that sounds healthy 

hereswandawall: seems like we’re right about him balancing out dad 

hereswandawall: thank you for your help hank 

Hank McCoy: No problem! 😃

hereswandawall: do those boys still go here??

Hank McCoy: I think so, why? 

hereswandawall: just curious 

gottagofast: pfft 

hereswandawall: we’ll be in touch 

 

tomorrow (i love ya) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:55pm 

annie: I’m here! 🥳

warbucks: Jean, I’m On my way! Love Charles 

 

your brother is an idiot

Thursday, September 22nd, 7:00pm 

Alex Summers: Not to be emotional but I miss you 

Alex Summers: I haven’t seen you since last summer and now that we’re talking I’m mad about it lol 

Hank McCoy: Me too!! 

Hank McCoy: It’s strange to be mad at my past self for not taking advantage of being with you in-person. Especially when I couldn’t have known we’d end up the way we are now.

Alex Summers: Which is???

Hank McCoy: Friends. Good friends, hopefully! 

Alex Summers: I wish I was there with you rn so I could get up in your face and make you see what a dumbass you’re being

Hank McCoy: ??? 

Hank McCoy: I don’t understand why this keeps happening

Alex Summers: I know you don’t

Alex Summers: Sorry 

Alex Summers: I’m being a dick 

Hank McCoy: Why? Have I upset you? 

Alex Summers: Not on purpose!! 

Hank McCoy: Please tell me what I’m doing so that I can fix it in the future. 

Alex Summers: You’re not doing anything

Alex Summers: I’m just in a bad mood I’m sorry

Hank McCoy: Alright

Hank McCoy: But you can let me in, Alex

Hank McCoy: I’m here for you.

(Read 7:07pm) 

 

teenage mutant ninja turtles

Thursday, September 22nd, 7:08pm 

michelangelo: FUCK SORRY I JUST SAW THIS 

leonardo: IT’S ALRIGHT WE FIGURED IT OUT 

michelangelo: We??????? 

leonardo: Yeah we’re gonna have to call to break that down if I’m being honest

michelangelo: Mysterious!!

leonardo: Are you ok?? You seem off lately 

leonardo: I don’t want to be overbearing but you’ve been messaging less and you seem kind of distracted so I’m just checking in 

michelangelo: No no I’m good!! 

michelangelo: I’ve just had a shit ton of schoolwork

leonardo: 🤨

michelangelo: I’M SERIOUS 

leonardo: Ok ok fine I’ll leave it 

leonardo: But genuinely if the Blandings are being asses lmk 

michelangelo: Yeah yeah 

leonardo: BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I WILL PROTECT YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN 

michelangelo: GROSS 

leonardo: I WOULD KILL AND DIE FOR YOU 

michelangelo: NASTY 

leonardo: YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME 

michelangelo: DISGOSTINK 

michelangelo: love you motherfucker

leonardo: VICTORY ONCE MORE 

michelangelo: I WILL DELETE THE MESSAGE 

leonardo: TOO LATE IT’S SCREENSHOTTED

michelangelo: YOU DICK 

leonardo: AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA

michelangelo: UGHHHH

 

snitches get stitches

Thursday, September 22nd, 7:42pm

gottagofast: MY EYES 

gottagofast: THEY BURN 

gottagofast: this was the stupidest decision of all time i NEVER needed to see my FATHER. the coldest. stoicest. CUNTIEST man ALIVE. F L I R T 

gottagofast: AND WITH A BALD MAN OF ALL PEOPLE ‼️  

hereswandawall: ageism 

reversethepolarity: homophobia!

gottagofast: LITERALLY NOT THOUGH????????? 

gottagofast: wanda look up from tearing your bread into tiny chunks and see what i see 

gottagofast: our FATHER

gottagofast: is giving xavier fuck-me-eyes

gottagofast: i’m traumatized and i’ll never forgive you 

reversethepolarity: sucks to suck

hereswandawall: ^^^^^

hereswandawall: happy to report they have insane chemistry hank 

Hank McCoy: Good!

Hank McCoy: Also–is Alex alright, Lorna? 

reversethepolarity: sweet suffering sonofa

reversethepolarity: what did he do 

Hank McCoy: screenshot.jpg

reversethepolarity: oh i See 

gottagofast: wdym 

gottagofast: he’s upset bc you friendzoned him next question 

reversethepolarity: PIETRO 

gottagofast: que 

Hank McCoy: Friendzoned him? 

gottagofast: yeah like 

reversethepolarity: pietro. shut up 

gottagofast: he was like 🥺what are we 🥺and you said good friends 

reversethepolarity: WANDA TAKE HIS PHONE 

hereswandawall: no

reversethepolarity: WHAT THE FUCK 

gottagofast: and then he was all oh i wish i could get up in your face and tell you what an idiot you are like hank. my guy

gottagofast: be so fr 

Hank McCoy: What is happening?? Why is Lorna so upset?? 

gottagofast: oh so you genuinely are this clueless you’re not being coy 

gottagofast: OR SHOULD I SAY MC-COY AYYYYYYYY

Hank McCoy: Can you please just fucking explain?! 

reversethepolarity: pietro i will kill you 

gottagofast: sorry sorry you’re right i’m being a dick when clearly you’re in what wanda calls a vulnerable moment

reversethepolarity: PIETRO. 

gottagofast: much like xavier and our dad 

gottagofast: alex wants to dick you down 

gottagofast: or have you dick him down i’m not sure 

reversethepolarity: SHUT UP. 

hereswandawall: the point is, hank

hereswandawall: he’s flirting with you 

reversethepolarity: you’re both dead to me what the fuck 

reversethepolarity: YOU DON’T GET TO TELL HIM THAT 

hereswandawall: someone had to help him 

reversethepolarity: hank please don’t freak out 

reversethepolarity: they’re being assholes i’m sorry 

(Hank McCoy left the chat) 

reversethepolarity: fuck

Notes:

omggg new chapter???? WITH drama??? that's crazy bro

LET'S GET INTO IT

- ororo: wear maddie's clothes!! maddie: ali wear white!! ...surely this couldn't go wrong at all
- also jean is the queen of using that crying emoji and i love her for it
- warwar thirsting over erik is so real. i too relate to the need to see a man covered in blood
- "does scott know" sending hank into a Spiral is soooo incredibly shakespeare of him. is this a dagger i see before me handle toward my hand etc. he's GUILTYYYY
- warren and wanda tried so hard to be subtle this chapter and pietro ruined it IMMEDIATELY i'm so sorry w names gang
- POOR BOBBY LMAO i was pissing myself writing that jdljlsd
- i'm a charles texts like he's emailing truther. and i'm right
- aww ali's so happy...yay...
- and rogue's guilt aw babe. i've been there
- magneto could use a pride pin as a weapon btw. consider that
- eagle-eyed readers will know that's NOT when charles's office hours are. hank isn't trying hard enough to lie frankly
- all three of the magnet siblings like "wow that WOULD be stressful...good thing that's not happening though 👀"
- "who said anything about pretending" "what" "what" KLSJDFLKDSJ
- i just love writing the magnet siblings they're all my bbgs <3
- wanda, subtly nudging hank in the right direction: because you already know them. pietro, completely uninformed of the situation: he wants you to dick him down
- don't fuck w the maximoffs is right up there w never start a land war in asia and never bet against a sicilian when death is on the line
- the way scott just rolled w "is it jean or logan"...babe...wake up
- 🗣 SCOTT SUMMERS IS A TWUNK ‼️
- tw vineyard vines mention 🤢
- they really fall apart without hank sjflsdjflj
- hank ignoring scott's crisis to flirt with alex like lalalaa
- also one of you requested i make a character say owo or uwu so. you're welcome xx
- alex ignoring scott's crisis to hypothetically compliment hank like heeheeee
- both of the summers brothers using laundry as an excuse is soooo fucking funny i love them
- "i fucked it" oh babe
- ...not the twins fighting oop
- THE START OF THE THROUPLE. "YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL RED" WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY
- love it when siblings have unresolved issues ahahaa (through tears)
- COME ON FIRST SINCERE SCOGAN CONVO!!!!
- also hank's story abt those bullies is once again from real life! except i didn't have erik i had a teacher who told me "boys will be boys" lol
- maximoffs on their way to beat those bullies' asses is so real
- UGHHHH ALEX AND HANK JUST COMMUNICATE I'M LOSING IT (i am fully in charge of them communicating)
- summers brothers <3
- i love the magnet sisters bullying pietro ldsjf
- AND THE TWINS IMMEDIATELY TURNING ON LORNA JSLDJLD
- "wanda take his phone" "no" lskjflsdj
- hank using fuck because he's frustrated and confused...oh he's so dear to me
- is that..a cliffhanger
- PERCHANCE

N E WAY originally this was going to be the cherik dinner chapter but halex took over so that will have to be the next one! a whole chappy dedicated to gay old men gods bless

ALSO Y'ALL REMEMBER THAT PERSON I HAVE A CRUSH ON WHO I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TALK TO. WE'RE GOING ON A DATE TODAY
SEND HELP PLEASE I BEG HOW DOES ONE HOLD A CONVERSATION

MOVING ON. Guys thank you so Fucking much for all of your kind comments and love on this fic. Truly I am overwhelmed in the BEST way and I'm so so happy that I'm creating something that brings y'all joy!!

And a wee Notice: I'm going to a family reunion from saturday--next saturday, so the next chapter may potentially be late but hopefully not!! just letting you know in case xx

I LOVE YOU ALL. SEND ME ADVICE ON THIS DATE. PLEASE.

BYEEEE SEE YOU ON THE NEXT ONE AND PLEASE COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK XOXO GOSSIP GIRL

Chapter 8: he fucked that old man!!!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

snitches get stitches

Thursday, September 22nd, 7:57pm

gottagofast: so 

gottagofast: does this mean you don’t want dinner updates anymore 

reversethepolarity: are you stupid 

gottagofast: depends on who you ask

gottagofast: i’ve been reliably informed by multiple teachers that my existence is an affront to the american education system 

hereswandawall: that’s a compliment tbh 

gottagofast: my thought also 

reversethepolarity: are you two incapable of taking things seriously 

reversethepolarity: or keeping your noses out of ppl’s business

hereswandawall: yes

gottagofast: duh 

reversethepolarity: jesus fuck 

reversethepolarity: obviously keep me updated 

reversethepolarity: i need SOMEYHING to distract me from my best friend’s impending doom 

gottagofast: someyhing

hereswandawall: someyhing 

reversethepolarity: they should give me one billion nobel peace prizes for putting up with you two 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:04pm 

jncojean: I’m about 88% sure the Maximoff twins are trying to set up Charles and Prof Lehnsherr

orororoyourboat: Receipts???

jncojean: Well they’re definitely texting each other under the table for starters

jncojean: And every time Lehnsherr flirts with Charles 

jncojean: Which is OFTEN and OBVIOUS 

jncojean: Pietro looks like he’s constipated and Wanda does this little self-satisfied smirk which is. Terrifying

jncojean: Also Lehnsherr is wearing not one but TWO pride pins on both lapels of his suit 

jncojean: Which ig doesn’t HAVE to be attributed to the twins but I get the feeling that it absolutely is 

orororoyourboat: Wait I know Exactly the smirk you’re talking about 

orororoyourboat: I was in poli sci with her last year and she was in a group with Emma Frost and Wade Wilson right 

jncojean: Sure

orororoyourboat: During their presentation all of their slides were perfect 

orororoyourboat: Well. Wilson’s idea of perfect is relative 

orororoyourboat: NOT THE POINT 

orororoyourboat: It was all going wonderfully UNTIL EMMA’S SLIDES 

orororoyourboat: They were all out of order and inexplicably covered in pictures of Shrek??? 

jncojean: SHREK????

orororoyourboat: SHREK 

orororoyourboat: And as Emma was floundering Wanda was smirking like Katie McGrath in BBC Merlin 

orororoyourboat: Naturally Wilson was laughing his ass off the entire time  

jncojean: YES IT’S EXACTLY THAT 

orororoyourboat: If she wants Charles and Professor Lehnsherr together, they will BE together 

orororoyourboat: Sis can bend reality to her will 

orororoyourboat: She’s like you if you were inclined to fuck with people’s lives 

jncojean: Hey now I tried that in high school 

jncojean: We all know how that went 

orororoyourboat: Oop

jncojean: In other news they’re discussing whether “the professors” should share a room on the field trip 

jncojean: As if they themselves are not the professors in question

jncojean: They’re both arguing for yes but Charles is doing so with a Much redder face 

jncojean: Which is just embarrassing for both of us tbh 

jncojean: PROF LEHNSHERR HAS CASUALLY MENTIONED SOUNDPROOFING IN HOTELS 

jncojean: JUST SIPPING HIS WATER LIKE THE REST OF US AREN’T RIGHT HERE 

orororoyourboat: I regret to inform you that your godfather WILL be having a torrid affair with the department’s number one GILF 

orororoyourboat: I recommend you practice your poker face for when Charles inevitably decides to stay at Lehnsherr’s tonight

orororoyourboat: And start looking at apartments

jncojean: I BEG YOU TO NOT 

 

barbershop quartet

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:15pm 

nepobaby: What did she end up choosing Scott????

scottydoesntknow: Blue and gold!!

iceicebaby: YESSSS THAT’S THE ONE I WAS ROOTING FORRRRR

scottydoesntknow: You mean to tell me 

scottydoesntknow: You had an opinion

scottydoesntknow: THIS WHOLE TIME 

iceicebaby: um 

iceicebaby: mayhaps

scottydoesntknow: FUCK YOU MEAN MAYHAPS 

iceicebaby: I MEAN MAYHAPS BITCH 

scottydoesntknow: You are LUCKY I had Logan’s help 

iceicebaby: i’m sorry what

nepobaby: Come again 

iceicebaby: as many times as you want baby 😩😩😩

nepobaby: 😐

iceicebaby: nobody here appreciates my comedic genius smh

nepobaby: LOCK IN BOBBY SCOTT HAS TEA 

iceicebaby: FINE FINE FINE I’M LOCKING 

nepobaby: Scott. What do you MEAN Logan helped you

nepobaby: Have you been messaging him?????

scottydoesntknow: I mean I’ve been responding when he sends me pictures of garbage cans captioned with “this you” 

scottydoesntknow: But no I haven’t been Messaging Him messaging him 

iceicebaby: how many garbage pics is he sending you??????????? 

scottydoesntknow: SO many

scottydoesntknow: Anyway no Jean messaged our project gc and asked for help 

scottydoesntknow: Logan chose the blue one 

nepobaby: Screenshots

nepobaby: I am BEGGING 

scottydoesntknow: One sec 

scottydoesntknow: screenshot.jpg

nepobaby: OKAY SO. okay

nepobaby: Okay

iceicebaby: hm. 

scottydoesntknow: What

iceicebaby: you don’t find that. at all. significant

nepobaby: Scott my love can I ask you a very fair clarifying question 

scottydoesntknow: Shoot

nepobaby: Do you still have a crush on Jean??

scottydoesntknow: Yes??? You know this????

nepobaby: Mhm okay

nepobaby: But Logan’s choice of words there didn’t ring any bells or????

scottydoesntknow: I mean it doesn’t bother me that he complimented her if that’s what you’re asking

scottydoesntknow: But you guys know I’m not really a jealous person

scottydoesntknow: And I asked him about it and he was surprisingly helpful so 

iceicebaby: you What

nepobaby: Yeah okay so I’ll be needing a screenshot of that as well

scottydoesntknow: Locked and loaded 

scottydoesntknow: screenshot.jpg

scottydoesntknow: This one was definitely weird 

scottydoesntknow: He’s not usually nice 

scottydoesntknow: Obviously he went back to insulting me but still

nepobaby: SO much to unpack here mate

nepobaby: Bobby I’m tagging you in 

iceicebaby: AYYYYYY 

iceicebaby: NUMBER ONE do you like Logan when he’s nice to you

scottydoesntknow: I mean

scottydoesntknow: It’s not that I dislike him when he’s mean to me 

scottydoesntknow: It’s more that it’s confusing

scottydoesntknow: And then he turns around and pulls this kind of thing

scottydoesntknow: And he’s always super sweet to Jean so I’m just ???

scottydoesntknow: Maybe it’s a toxic masculinity thing 

iceicebaby: in a way it prob is 

iceicebaby: guys tend to insult each other to cover up affection

scottydoesntknow: You think he likes me????

iceicebaby: well

nepobaby: As a friend, at least

iceicebaby: QUESTION NUMBER TWO how do you feel when he’s mean to you

iceicebaby: other than confused obvi

scottydoesntknow: Frustrated mostly 

scottydoesntknow: Not in a bad way though

scottydoesntknow: More like

scottydoesntknow: Idk it’s nice to have a rapport with someone, you know??

scottydoesntknow: It’s kind of fun 

scottydoesntknow: Even though he’s a dick 

scottydoesntknow: I like talking to him

nepobaby: Mhmmmmmm

 

snitches get stitches

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:31pm 

hereswandawall: PARLOR TIME 

hereswandawall: IS THE BRANDY IN PLACE

gottagofast: I THOUGHT WE WERE GIVING IT UNTIL 45?????

hereswandawall: did you SEE the way xavier ate that cannoli 

hereswandawall: it’s time to MOVE

hereswandawall: now is it in place or not 

gottagofast: duh what do you take me for 

hereswandawall: amazing i’m gonna grab jean and get the hell out of dodge

gottagofast: yeehaw cowboys

reversethepolarity: wait how did he eat the cannoli

hereswandawall: how do you think

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:33pm 

jncojean: Wanda just invited me to move into the parlor??????

orororoyourboat: What kind of rich people insanity

orororoyourboat: I love that you’re Charles’s goddaughter

orororoyourboat: Where else would you get this kind of content

jncojean: RIGHT 😭

 

princess protection program

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:35pm 

beautynthebeast: How long have you two known that Alex has a crush on me? 

elsa: oh SHIT 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:38pm 

jncojean: Currently dropping eaves w the twins outside of Lehnsherr’s office and let me just say

jncojean: I never knew how sexual chess could be 

orororoyourboat: ExcUSE me 

jncojean: “Your move, Erik” “I’ll go ahead and take you….r knight, Charles” 

orororoyourboat: NO

jncojean: They’re also obviously getting into politics

orororoyourboat: Naturally

jncojean: Charles is a pacifist we know this 

jncojean: Erik is NOT 

jncojean: Charles: Well, sometimes people grab hold of my wheelchair and move me around without asking me, but I’ve learned that if you just sit them down and try to speak to them– 

Lehnsherr, fuming: You should run over their toes

orororoyourboat: LSDJLFKJSDLFJ

jncojean: Somehow though. This seems to be working for Charles

orororoyourboat: Does he…have a thing for bad boys

jncojean: Oh absolutely

jncojean: He advocates for the dark brooding guy in EVERY romcom we watch

jncojean: “I can fix him” energy RADIATES off of that man 

orororoyourboat: Good luck fixing Lehnsherr

orororoyourboat: I heard he once curb-stomped a student for denying the Holocaust 

orororoyourboat: And that he has a hidden army of crows that he trains to tear up MAGA hats 

orororoyourboat: Which is frankly commendable

orororoyourboat: But seeing as Charles believes exclusively in conversation

orororoyourboat: This is going to be interesting

jncojean: Oh undeniably

jncojean: But there WAS just the distinct sound of a chess board being shoved aside so 

jncojean: I think I’ll move back into the parlor

orororoyourboat: GET IT CHARLES

 

princess protection program

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:40pm

barbiefairytopia: Well 

barbiefairytopia: That explains why you were MIA during Scott’s crisis

elsa: warren.

barbiefairytopia: Sorry, Hank

barbiefairytopia: We’ve known for a while, but we didn’t think it was our place to tell you

barbiefairytopia: We assumed you would figure it out on your own

elsa: especially w scott being involved

elsa: we didn’t want to rush it

barbiefairytopia: How did you find out? 

beautynthebeast: I suppose that makes sense, seeing as I’m very angry at the two people who did tell me prematurely. 

elsa: QUI?????

beautynthebeast: Again with the French?

elsa: oui

beautynthebeast: The Maximoff twins. 

barbiefairytopia: Ohhhhh I see

barbiefairytopia: That tracks

elsa: ok so CLEARLY i’ve missed a chapter 

elsa: when did u start talking to the maximovs????? 

barbiefairytopia: Not the plural of Maximoff 

elsa: the maximi

barbiefairytopia: No

barbiefairytopia: Wait how do you know the Maximi

elsa: oh i sucked pietro off at a frat party freshman year

barbiefairytopia: Graphic!! 

elsa: YOU LITERALLY ASKED????? 

elsa: N E WAY 

elsa: to get back on topic since SOMEONE keeps derailing the conversation

barbiefairytopia: M E ? ? ? ?

elsa: how do u know the maximi hank

beautynthebeast: Lorna put me in a groupchat with the three of them to help them matchmake Professor Xavier and Professor Lehnsherr. 

elsa: HUH 

beautynthebeast: Yeah. I imagine they’ve reached the dessert course by now. 

elsa: ok so i didn’t just miss an episode i missed an entire mcfckn movie

elsa: WHATEVER WHATEVER HANK HOW R U FEELING 

elsa: i’m being a good friend and ignoring the fact that warren clearly knows the tea and i don’t

elsa: ALEX LIKES YOU HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT THIS 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:48pm

nepobaby: Are you okay? 

iceicebaby: not really 

iceicebaby: LOVE feeling excluded from things 

nepobaby: I’m sorry 

nepobaby: I don’t know why Hank didn’t tell you

iceicebaby: probs bc i make everything dramatic and i’m over the top 

iceicebaby: to quote the man last year while drunk at the bdsm bop 

nepobaby: He said that to you?? 

iceicebaby: it’s whatever 

iceicebaby: he apologized the next day and bought me a fuckton of frosted flakes so 

nepobaby: Still 

iceicebaby: r u gonna defend my honor

nepobaby: I will if you want me to

nepobaby: But you seem like you’d rather forget it

iceicebaby: u know me so well <3

iceicebaby: i AM angry as hell tho and i know ur jealous abt pietro so come over and fuck me about it

nepobaby: Gladly

 

princess protection program

Thursday, September 22nd, 8:50pm 

beautynthebeast: To be honest, I don’t know how I feel. 

beautynthebeast: I care about Alex. 

beautynthebeast: And I care about Scott. 

beautynthebeast: I just don’t know. 

barbiefairytopia: You don’t have to make any decisions right now

barbiefairytopia: Just let yourself feel what you feel 

elsa: ^^^

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Thursday, September 22nd, 9:39pm 

jncojean: I. am very drunk

jncojean: THEY HAVE A MINIBAR

jncojean: DIRTY SHIRLEYS FTW 

orororoyourboat: Dear gods

orororoyourboat: Are you drinking tomorrow too?? 

jncojean: WE WILL SEE 

jncojean: AlSO do youw ant me to set you up w Wanda

orororoyourboat: LSDJFLSDJFLSJ WHAT 

jncojean: SHE IS SCARY AND POWERFUL 

jncojean: YOU ARE SCARY AND POWERFUL 

jncojean: SCMOOCH 

orororoyourboat: I’m crying 

jncojean: WHAT WHY DON’T BE SAD 

jncojean: I LVOE YOU

orororoyourboat: I LOVE YOU TOO 

jncojean: Did you know that Logan andj Scott are SO HOT 

jncojean: LOGAAN INVITED ME TO GO ON HIS MOTORCYCLE 

jncojean: I’m like bro WHICH motorcycle 

orororoyourboat: Oh my godsfdsklfjl;asjdl;fj

jncojean: AND SCOTT  

jncojean: SO KIND SO SMART SO PRETTY 

jncojean: Literally show me your eyelashes I know in my hEART thery are long and beautiful

jncojean: AND I KNOW> I KNOW 

jncojean: THAT THEY LIKE EACH OTHER TOO 

jncojean: Puppy dog eyes on BOTH SIDES 

jncojean: JDFLSJLFJWOEIURPEWI 

jncojean: hi, it’s wanda

jncojean: i’ve taken jean’s phone bc she IS about to text those guys she likes and i assume that’s a bad idea

orororoyourboat: Omg

orororoyourboat: Bless you 

jncojean: anyway jean mentioned setting us up 

jncojean: she and pietro are now dancing to chappell roan so. Yippee

orororoyourboat: Yeah, that makes sense

orororoyourboat: Do you need me to come pick her up? I assume Xavier is staying there

jncojean: nah xavier and dad are still playing their weird homoerotic game of chess

jncojean: you’re welcome to join us though

jncojean: jean showed me your instagram 

jncojean: and i remember you from class last year

orororoyourboat: Hell’s bells

orororoyourboat: Sorry about that 

jncojean: i don’t mind

jncojean: you’re very hot 

orororoyourboat: Likewise

orororoyourboat: Can you send me the address? 

jncojean: It’s 17 Brotherhood Ave

orororoyourboat: I’ll be over in 20 

jncojean: looking forward to it 

 

untitled chat

Thursday, September 22nd, 10:02pm

Anna-Marie: hi jean! sorry for the late message, i’m just a bit stressed out with this whole ali business and i was just wondering if you know whether or not it’s true? i know maddie’s your sister so i thought i’d ask

Jean Grey: hi anna-marie

Jean Grey: what business? 

Anna-Marie: whether maddie’s dating ali as a way of getting back at emma frost?

Jean Grey: why would i tell you that

Jean Grey: maddie IS my sister

Anna-Marie: well you seem pretty nice and ali’s my best friend so i just assumed you’d want to help 

Jean Grey: strange assumption to make

Jean Grey: if you see emma frost, tell her wanda maximoff says hi 

Jean Grey: and let her know that she doesn’t deserve anyone at this school 

Jean Grey: cheers 

(Jean Grey deleted the conversation) 

 

barbershop quartet 

Thursday, September 22nd, 10:53pm 

iceicebaby: SORRY IT’S LATE BUT QUESTION 

iceicebaby: are we all going to hellfire tmrw???? 

scottydoesntknow: Yeah I think I’ll tag along

scottydoesntknow: Maybe Jean and I could hang out or smth

iceicebaby: LOVE the vision scotty 

iceicebaby: hanky panky??? 

beastmode: Absolutely. 

scottydoesntknow: Hank!!!!!!!! You’re back!!!!!

scottydoesntknow: Where did you go today??

beastmode: I left my phone on silent while studying and forgot to turn it back on, sorry! 

scottydoesntknow: Ah been there

nepobaby: I vote we pregame at mine 

nepobaby: Any requests??

iceicebaby: can i get there early to get dressed

nepobaby: Yuh 

iceicebaby: slay

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Thursday, September 22nd, 10:56pm

iceicebaby: more like get UNdressed amirite

nepobaby: You’re literally laying right next to me 

iceicebaby: ok and 

iceicebaby: that joke needed to be in writing

nepobaby: Watch out 

iceicebaby: HUH 

nepobaby: BAM kissy kiss mf

iceicebaby: AHHHHHHH

 

barbershop quartet 

Thursday, September 22nd, 10:57pm 

beastmode: I have a ton of leftover olive juice from an experiment.

beastmode: I’ll bring it if you all want martinis??

scottydoesntknow: What was the experiment????

beastmode: How many martinis does it take to get Tony Stark drunk. 

beastmode: It was three. 

beastmode: We were anticipating a LOT more.

scottydoesntknow: I respect him for being a lightweight honestly

scottydoesntknow: Anyway yes, I’m very down for martinis

scottydoesntknow: And the best part is we’re close enough to the Hellfire that we can walk!!! No designated driver needed

beastmode: Yes!!

11:07pm 

beastmode: Why did you two disappear?

scottydoesntknow: ^^^

iceicebaby: fell asleep bby

nepobaby: And i hooked up with Wade Wilson 

scottydoesntknow: I hope to god that’s a joke

nepobaby: It is 

nepobaby: For now

iceicebaby: BITCH

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church

Thursday, September 22nd, 11:13pm

chere: screenshot.jpg

chere: i fucked up 

sugah: oh no

chere: maddie is bad enough, but her sister too?????? 

chere: shit shit shit

sugah: yeah this don’t look good

sugah: but she didn’t deny it 

sugah: and didn’t you say maddie n ali are going to hellfire tmrw night too??? 

chere: yeah

sugah: we can observe then 

sugah: and you could give maddie the shovel talk

chere: as long as you’re willing to be the getaway driver

sugah: always 

sugah: let’s just try and avoid jean

chere: i love this plan!!

 

roasting you

Friday, September 23rd, 12:02am 

slimjim: Are you going to Hellfire with the class tomorrow? 

slimjim: Or tonight now, I guess

short: yeah

short: jubilee and kurt are going so i am too

short: and they have good beer on tap 

short: are you

slimjim: Yeah, with my friends as well

short: cool

short: i’ll buy you a beer since jean bought your coffee

short: or smthn else

short: what do you drink

slimjim: Gin and tonics, usually

slimjim: Or vodka sodas

short: with lemon??

slimjim: Yeah, why? 

short: you took your tea like that at go-go

short: so i assumed 

slimjim: Oh

slimjim: How did you remember that? 

short: i’m observant

short: and it’s fucking weird that you don’t squeeze the lemon

short: why don’t you do that

slimjim: I like to let it steep, and I like that it increases the more I drink I guess

short: so both

slimjim: ??

short: nothing

short: look what i saw outside my apt today

short: trafficconewithsunglassesonit.jpg

short: this you 

slimjim: Oh no 

short: what

 

snitches get stitches

Friday, September 23rd, 12:06am 

gottagofast: missionstatusSICK.jpg

gottagofast: WE DID IT BOYS 

reversethepolarity: EXPAND AND EXPLAIN 

gottagofast: brandy was consumed chess was played and flirting was had 

gottagofast: and xavier is STAYING THE NIGHT

reversethepolarity: OH DAMN 

reversethepolarity: missionstatusSICK.jpg

gottagofast: IKR

gottagofast: jean and i are now best friends

gottagofast: ororo munroe plays a MEAN game of uno 

gottagofast: xavier just waltzed in to tell jean he’s staying the night with the reddest face i’ve ever seen on an old ass man

reversethepolarity: ageism

hereswandawall: and best of all, ororo and i are about to drive jean home

gottagofast: huh

hereswandawall: and THEN 

hereswandawall: ororo is going to drive me to her house 

hereswandawall: and my 2-year plan to sleep with formerly “hot punk lesbian in poli sci,” now “hot punk lesbian who is friends with jean,” is FINALLY going to reach its end goal 

gottagofast: wait what the fuck where do i go 

gottagofast: i can’t be here when there’s old gay things happening

reversethepolarity: homophobia

hereswandawall: crash at raven’s for all i care

hereswandawall: i’m sure she wants to hear the tea anyway

hereswandawall: what with dad being her mentor and xavier being her brother

hereswandawall: come to think of it why didn’t we get her in on this

gottagofast: you’re just LEAVING me??????

hereswandawall: now don’t bother me for the next two and a half hours i’m busy

gottagofast: TWO AND A HALF????
hereswandawall: as a conservative estimate

hereswandawall: bye

reversethepolarity: damn

reversethepolarity: fed to the wolves

reversethepolarity: that’s karma for betraying alex 

gottagofast: dude 😭

 

alleged furries

Friday, September 23rd, 12:17am 

shortking: kurt you’re gay

kurtwanker: are you bullying me or stating the obvious

shortking: yes

shortking: what’s it like to like men 

kurtwanker: oh christ have mercy 

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 23rd, 12:06am

scottydoesntknow: OH  N O 

nepobaby: And that, gentlemen, is the sound of realization

Notes:

YIPPEEEEE NEW CHAPTER!!!! Sorry for the delay guys, I was 1. on vacation and 2. HAVE A MASSIVE FUCKING EAR INFECTION + A PERFORATED EARDRUM so wahoo for me

Without further delay LET'S GET INTO IT

- i love the magnet siblings sosososo much. they are all addicted to drama and i relate. lorna is god's strongest soldier
- wait a minute you're telling me deadpool is in this fic
- wanda 🤝 morgana pendragon 🤝 jean
- "sis can bend reality to her will" teeheehee
- erik bringing up soundproofing is INSANE he wants to fuck charles so bad it makes him look stupid
- "I BEG YOU TO NOT" is that a rwrb reference? yes it is
- "come again" "as many times as you want baby 😩😩😩" how have hank and scott not figured this out yet
- warren and bobby: it has been 0 days since our last jottgan related nonsense
- "guys tend to insult each other to cover up affection" hank, just having realized alex likes him:
- SCOTT AND LOGAN ARE ADORABLE I LOVE THEM
- Cannoli-Gate is my fave thing about this chapter. it's a beige tube filled with cream xavier knew what he was doing
- i relate to bobby's "oh SHIT" on a spiritual level
- wheelchair users run over more toes. as a cane user i love to stomp ppl's toes it's great
- i firmly believe that any rumors about erik are simultaneously insane AND true
- i relate so hard to bobby feeling excluded and out of the loop on tea and baby boy i just wanna say ily and we've all been there
- AND AGAIN. WARREN N BOBBY HAVE THE HEALTHIEST RELATIONSHIP BY FAR
- "bro WHICH motorcycle" HELLO????
- boys with long eyelashes hmu
- "jean showed me your instagram and i remember you from class last year" as if she hasn't been planning this for 2 years...
- also love that wanda knows nothing about the ali situation but still stands on business for sisterhood. she's like idk WHAT pietro's done if anna-marie what's her name comes knocking for information i'm telling her to go fuck herself and i assume jean is the same
- and her deleting the convo so that there's no evidence...i support women's wrongs
- wait are you telling me tony stark is in this fic
- meanwhile remy and rogue are in a complicated crime thriller and i love that for them
- scott, desperately trying to be casual: so are you going to hellfire
- the lemon thing will make more sense once yall see logan's confusing scott list
- THE TRAFFIC CONE W SUNGLASSES BEING THE MOMENT OF CLARITY I CAN'T. I LOVE THEM
- poor pietro getting left behind so that wanda and erik can go do the deed w ororo and charles
- where did wanda/ororo come from WHO KNOWS but i like it so. self fan service
- kurt got one (1) moment in this chapter and by god did he make the most of it
- "and that, gentlemen, is the sound of realization" LIKE ZOINKS SCOOB
- anyway. gay people real

I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I do!! I wanted to get it out before the archive maintenance tmrw and I'm v happy I did
Next chapter is the Hellfire Club and OH BOY I cannot WAIT

Update on the date: didn't really click which sucked but!! who give a shit one day i will find the scott and logan to my jean

Anyway, please leave a comment or kudos to let me know what you think and once again, thank you all so much for the support!!! I love you all <3

Now remember, until the next update: HE FUCKED THAT OLD MAN!!!!!

Chapter 9: the name's fire. HELLfire.

Notes:

Hello!!! Brief CWs for:

- internalized polyphobia from scott (based on society's very unfair "understanding" of non monogamous people. brief mentions but nonetheless be aware!
-

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

alleged furries

Friday, September 23rd, 12:17am 

kurtwanker: oh christ have mercy 

kurtwanker: logan. why are you asking

shortking: i’m curious

kurtwanker: yes but 

kurtwanker: bärchen 

kurtwanker: when you have a question you usually ask me immediately 

kurtwanker: and seeing as you’ve always known i’m gay and you’ve never asked me i’m just wondering what’s suddenly made you curious

shortking: scott and i helped jean with her outfit 

shortking: and he asked me how i knew what to say and then said i was kind 

shortking: people don’t ask me for advice because i’m me 

kurtwanker: logan :(

shortking: also it’s good that we can both talk to jean and each other

shortking: and i thought i’d be upset if it was just me and jean without scott

shortking: he’s annoying but everyone is annoying

shortking: he’s not the baseline annoying he’s his own annoying

shortking: is this gay

kurtwanker: LSDFJLSKDJGLKSJ

kurtwanker: SORRY NOT TO LAUGH 

kurtwanker: but objectively that’s a hilarious way to phrase that

kurtwanker: here’s the thing

kurtwanker: this could be interpreted in so many ways, knowing you 

kurtwanker: but based on you asking me what it’s like to like men AND if this is gay

kurtwanker: i’m leaning towards yes

kurtwanker: the way to know for sure is if you want to kiss scott and or make love to him

shortking: make love is the most catholic thing you’ve ever said 

shortking: i think i do

shortking: i want to test his reactions

kurtwanker: ??

shortking: if i flirt with him

kurtwanker: oh wow so you’re going to go all in 

shortking: is that bad

kurtwanker: no no no!!

kurtwanker: i’m just making sure that’s alright because up until today you thought you only liked women 

kurtwanker: that can be jarring

shortking: it’s fine

shortking: scott is less confusing now so i’m better

shortking: i can channel confusion into this and get answers

kurtwanker: to???

shortking: do you think scott whines

kurtwanker: OH 

shortking: i think he would

kurtwanker: MEIN G O T T 

shortking: i want to see 

shortking: do you think jean would help

kurtwanker: dear and gentle jesus

kurtwanker: rest in peace, scott summers

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 23rd, 12:18am

nepobaby: And that, gentlemen, is the sound of realization

iceicebaby: HOW YOU DOIN SCOTTY 

scottydoesntknow: OH NO OH NO OH NO

iceicebaby: AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA

iceicebaby: LAST STRAIGHT MAN DOWN 

scottydoesntknow: Oh GOD 

scottydoesntknow: This is so bad 

scottydoesntknow: This is SO BAD 

nepobaby: Elaborate???

scottydoesntknow: What about Jean??????

scottydoesntknow: And Alex???

nepobaby: Ok WHAT does ALEX have to do with this 

scottydoesntknow: When he came out it was really hard for him with the Blandings and I helped him obviously because he’s my brother but if I come out to him he’s gonna feel obligated to do the same even when he can’t take that on at all and he shouldn’t feel like he has to take care of me 

scottydoesntknow: And also if I like both Logan and Jean then what happens when I have to keep talking to the Blandings??? They barely understand Alex and now I’m way too complicated so what if they take that out on him and start gossiping about me like I know they already do??/

scottydoesntknow: And can I even like both of them or am I just so fucking maladjusted from the orphanage that I’m trying to get more love than anyone else or something 

scottydoesntknow: I thought I liked two girls at the orphanage at the same time once but I chalked that up to teenage horniness

scottydoesntknow: But Logan called me a traffic cone with sunglasses and Jean gave me a ride because I get anxious about bus routes and FUCK 

scottydoesntknow: FUCK 

iceicebaby: whoa whoa whoa

nepobaby: Slow down, Scott

nepobaby: We’re on our way 

scottydoesntknow: No no no it’s fine go back to bed

iceicebaby: it’s not fine 

iceicebaby: be there in 20 

 

princess protection program 

Friday, September 23rd, 12:32am 

elsa: @beautynthebeast are you coming?? 

barbiefairytopia: We saw you read Scott’s messages so I’m assuming yes? 

beautynthebeast: I can’t. 

beautynthebeast: Not with how worried he is about Alex. 

elsa: dude.

 

untitled chat

Friday, September 23rd, 10:47am 

(Jubilee named the chat “short n’ sweet”) 

(Jubilee changed their name to “feather”) 

(feather changed Kitty Pryde’s name to “seamless”) 

(feather changed Logan’s name to “pushing20”) 

(feather changed Kurt Wagner’s name to “espresso”) 

feather: GUTEN MORGANNNNNNNNNNNN

espresso: *guten morgen 

feather: ew imagine being german irl

seamless: cringe

pushing20: are you not embarrAssed 

feather: YES LOGAN 

feather: anywho pre-s at mine b4 hellfire ARE Y’ALL IN 

seamless: absolutely 

seamless: i’m training to be a bartender so you’re in luck 

pushing20: i’ll bring beer

feather: ^^^average canadian

espresso: NOW WHO’S EMBARRASSED 

pushing20: poutine vs. losing both world wars

seamless: real

espresso: >:(

espresso: yeee i’ll be there 

pushing20: i need you to make me look hotter

seamless: go on

feather: i’m listening ‼️

pushing20: it’s a test

pushing20: me vs. scott’s willpower

feather: WHATTTTTT

seamless: GAY ACTIVITIES??????

pushing20: yes

seamless: i am SO on it 

seamless: do you consent to a slutty little crop top

pushing20: as long as it’s short sleeved and not a tank top 

seamless: fanTASTIC 

feather: makeup????

pushing20: i don’t like things on my face

feather: that’s ok!!!! I’ll handle accessories

feather: logan this is going to be a BLAST 

espresso: JAAAAAAA

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Friday, September 23rd, 11:03am

jncojean: Hgggggggg

jncojean: I’m never drinking with the Maximoffs again 

orororoyourboat: OH NO 

orororoyourboat: Good morning!! 

jncojean: UGHHHHHHH

orororoyourboat: How bad is the hangover?? 

jncojean: Not terrible honestly 

jncojean: I’m glad you made me switch to water once you arrived

jncojean: But I AM upset that I slept in so late, I wanted to get more work done

orororoyourboat: Don’t worry, we can do a study session this weekend

jncojean: True!!

jncojean: Enough about me HOW WAS WANDAAAAAAA

jncojean: Is she still there????

orororoyourboat: See thissssss is why I personally am very fond of drunk Jean 

jncojean: YES

orororoyourboat: She had to go because she had a 9am but Jean. You. Are. A. GODSEND

orororoyourboat: THANK YOU FOR SETTING US UP 

jncojean: YOU ARE SO WELCOME 

jncojean: Are you seeing each other again??? 👀👀👀👀

orororoyourboat: 👀👀👀👀

orororoyourboat: Yes

jncojean: SCREECH 

jncojean: YES ORORO 

orororoyourboat: RIGHT

jncojean: This is so iconic of you

jncojean: I’m so proud 

orororoyourboat: 🥰🥰🥰

orororoyourboat: You WILL be receiving more details at pre-s

jncojean: YIPPEEEEEE 

jncojean: Oh wait speaking of which I have to text Maddie about picking up her clothes

jncojean: Idk if that’s still happening

orororoyourboat: Oh shit 

jncojean: Yeah :/

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Friday, September 23rd, 11:14am 

annie: Are you still mad at me or can I come pick up your clothes?? 

hallie: these things are not mutually exclusive

hallie: yes i am still mad but yes you can come borrow my clothes

annie: Okay

annie: I’m sorry for telling you what to do 

annie: I’m just concerned

hallie: don’t apologize for something you’ll do again

hallie: be over at 5 

annie: Alright

 

Reprise? 

Friday, September 23rd, 12:17pm 

 

Dear Erik, 

 

Good afternoon. I hope you’ve enjoyed your day thus far. I certainly have–though not as much as I enjoyed our evening together. 

 

A friend at the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art has informed me that a new exhibit on Impressionism will be moving into the MET this weekend. It will not be open to the general public yet of course, but, as professors, we will be granted early access. I wonder if you might be interested in joining me to tour it on Sunday? 

 

I’d like to continue making an impression on one another.

 

Best wishes,

Charles Xavier

 

Re: Reprise? 

Friday, September 23rd, 12:31pm 

 

Charles, 

 

You write emails like you’re attempting to court Mr. Darcy. 

Unfortunately, I find this endearing. Don’t stop. 

Men our age aren’t meant to be endearing, you know. It’s indecent. 

 

I’d love to join you at the MET on Sunday. Us Europeans are practically bred to love museums, after all. Though I suppose you don’t count as European anymore. If not for Brexit, I could be making all sorts of generalizations about the two of us. You should consider not letting your country do that next time. 

 

Also–you’re a Political Science professor. How on earth do you have early access to an art museum? Are you blackmailing someone? If you are, I say well done, sweetheart. I find rebellion very attractive. 

 

Erik

P.S. I enjoyed our evening too. I look forward to spending many, many more together. 



Re: Reprise? 

Friday, September 23rd, 1:01pm

 

My Dearest and Most Esteemed Professor Erik Lehnsherr, 

 

It makes perfect sense that I seem to be courting Mr. Darcy, seeing as the two of you have remarkably similar personalities. You do appear quite standoffish most of the time, dear. Perhaps dancing might improve your prickly disposition. 


As for how I gained early access to exhibits such as these, I gave a very impressive speech on how art history helps us to understand the politics of the time period in which the pieces were created, and thus better our ability to draw connections between the politics of the past and present. I cited many memorials in Washington D.C. as evidence. The lecture was given back in the 80s, and I’ve had special privileges at the MET ever since. I do not need to blackmail to get what I want, as I’m sure you’re now very aware. 

 

If it helps, you may not be able to make generalizations about Europeans anymore, but you can make generalizations about my Englishness. I’ve learned there is nearly nothing Europeans love more than poking fun at the English. I trust that will satisfy you? 

 

Your dearest darlingest small-scale genius,

Charles Xavier 



Re: Reprise? 

Friday, September 23rd, 1:23pm 

My Dear Hater of Flavour and Lover of Weetabix, 

 

In our defence, it’s remarkably easy to make fun of the English. You are a strange people. 

 

If I am Mr. Darcy, then you must be Lizzy: bookish, charming, proud, and a touch disillusioned. It definitely makes sense. 

 

I am also very impressed by your ability to not blackmail others. Giving long-winded academic speeches surely is an entirely different form of torture–and a very effective one, at that. I’m grateful you’ve found other methods of persuasion. 

 

Unfortunately, I have a class to teach. It’s a good job I wear turtlenecks regularly. 

 

Your crime-inclined mastermind and teaser of Englishmen, 

Erik 



sweatin like 2 sinners in church

Friday, September 23rd, 2:10pm 

chere: i’m nervous about going to hellfire tonight

chere: what if jean confronts me abt the maddie & ali thing

sugah: then she’ll back off once she sees she’s messin with both of us

sugah: no one’s gettin up in your face on my watch chere

sugah: and besides you could snap her in half like a twig if you wanted

chere: yeah you’re right

chere: i mean i don’t want to. obviously

chere: but you’re right this is our chance

sugah: exactly

sugah: we see maddie n ali and see if this rumor’s got any truth to it 

chere: i really really hope not 

chere: but if it is true 

chere: i’m gonna kick maddie’s ass to high heaven and back 

sugah: THAT’S MY BABY 

sugah: i’ve got your back 

chere: and i have yours <3333

 

your brother is an idiot

Friday, September 23rd, 2:28pm

Alex Summers: Hey, you ok? Haven’t heard from you in a while so I wanted to check 

 

princess protection program

Friday, September 23rd, 2:29pm

beautynthebeast: How is Scott? 

elsa: are you ffr 

beautynthebeast: What??

elsa: fdym “what” 

elsa: you were too scared of being caught and judged to come and help calm your best friend down like you have every other time for your entire lives

elsa: and now he’s worried something’s wrong because in case you haven’t noticed you’ve been awol from scott for DAYS 

elsa: which you’ve never done 

elsa: i’d maybe get it if you and alex were actually together 

elsa: but you’re not because you’re too afraid of what he’s gonna think of you

elsa: you have GOT to stop letting other people’s opinions rule you hank 

beautynthebeast: Are you upset with me?? 

elsa: what did i JUST say 

beautynthebeast: Warren??

barbiefairytopia: He’s got a point, Hank

barbiefairytopia: You need to live your own life

barbiefairytopia: Not the life other people invent for you

elsa: and for the love of god talk to scott

elsa: come to hellfire tonight and talk to him

elsa: please

3:04pm

beautynthebeast: I will



You Shit-Eating Bastard

Friday, September 23rd, 3:10pm

 

Charles, you ignorant slut, 

 

Picture it. 

It is well after midnight. I’m sitting on the couch with my lovely wife’s feet in my lap. We are watching Owning Manhattan and arguing over retail prices we know jack shit about. It is peaceful. Tranquil. I’m contemplating getting my strap when KNOCK FUCKING KNOCK. 

 

Who is it, you ask????? 

 

Oh, just the son of my MENTOR, a.k.a. The MAN YOU ARE RIDING ALL THE WAY TO SEX CITY. WITHOUT TELLING ME. 

 

We have an agreement, Charles!!! You tell me everything about your sex and love lives, I tell you nothing in return!! It’s been a beautiful pillar of our siblinghood since YOU were in university! 

 

But no. Here I am, having to find out from the 20-something escapee of Erik’s Orgasm Den that you are finally, FINALLY getting to enjoy your own personal trip through southern Germany–a trip you’ve had on your dick-shaped Pinterest board since you started fucking teaching here, by the way–and I wasn’t even the first to know!! 

 

I don’t care if you have to call me while you are literally under him, Charles. YOU CALL ME. 

 

Obviously I’m very proud of you for “rizzing up” Erik, as my students say. But nonetheless! Remember, Charles–gossip is like a good NYC bagel: hot, fresh, and with 3-4 people’s hands all over its creation. 

 

Don’t skimp on gossip, you old geezer bitch!!!

Raven 

 

Hellfire Club Work GC 

Friday, September 23rd, 5:30pm

Jason Wyngarde: Emma, you still on for work tonight? 

Emma Frost: 🤍 👍

 

your brother is an idiot

Friday, September 23rd, 6:48pm

Alex Summers: Ok I’m ngl Hank, I’m a little worried now

Alex Summers: Is everything ok?? 

 

gals being pals

Friday, September 23rd, 7:40pm

pryorengagement: i’m here! 

alibedazzlin: cool cool i’ll be out in a sec!! 

 

xavier’s poli sci! 

Friday, September 23rd, 8:00pm

jncojean: Ororo and I are here!! 

sparky: kurt logan kitty and i are almost there! save us some seatssss

jncojean: On it! 

Warren Worthington III: Ok we’re here where is everyone 

jncojean: Table near the back left corner with the big black rose hanging over it ☺️ 

Warren Worthington III: Fire 

remyratatouille: just got here 👍

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Friday, September 23rd, 8:05pm 

jncojean: ARE YOU SEEING WHAT I’M SEEING RIGHT NOW 

orororoyourboat: If you’re referring to Logan in a crop top and his surprisingly toned abs then YES 

orororoyourboat: WAIT SCOTT AND HIS FRIENDS ARE COMING OVER

orororoyourboat: LOOK AT HIM 

jncojean: Oh 

jncojean: My fuckign

jncojean: GOD 

jncojean: Ororo his glasses are off

jncojean: ORORO 

orororoyourboat: I SEE IT 

jncojean: I have to buy them drinks holy shit 

jncojean: IT’S GO TIME 

orororoyourboat: The plan is already succeeding and it’s barely been five minutes LET’S GO

 

barbershop quartet

Friday, September 23rd, 8:07pm

nepobaby: Holy shit

iceicebaby: someone check on scott 

iceicebaby: r u still alive bb 

scottydoesntknow: NO 

scottydoesntknow: This is. A Lot

beastmode: Just breathe, Scott. You’re okay.

scottydoesntknow: Am I allowed to panic over Jean’s thighs and Logan’s abs

scottydoesntknow: Is that bad 

iceicebaby: you are ABSOLUTELY allowed

iceicebaby: destroy the headmaster in your head and LIVE 

nepobaby: ^^^THIS 

nepobaby: NOW GO FLIRT 

scottydoesntknow: AHHHHH OKAY HERE WE GO 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Friday, September 23rd, 8:13pm

nepobaby: Am I already drunk or did Logan just pull out a whole arse notebook  

iceicebaby: he 100% did 

nepobaby: Mysterious!! 

nepobaby: Shots???? 

iceicebaby: YURRRRRR 

 

alleged furries

Friday, September 23rd, 8:34pm

shortking: his eyes are brown 

shortking: how do i flirt

kurtwanker: you can worry about that a negative amount

kurtwanker: he’s had his eyes fixed on your stomach for the past 15 straight minutes

kurtwanker: that and jean’s thighs

 

short n’ sweet 

Friday, September 23rd, 8:42pm

espresso: if you want to be entertained watch jean scott and logan

feather: on it 🫡🫡🫡

seamless: wait a fucking second is that maddie pryor with ali blaire

feather: WHERE 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Friday, September 23rd, 8:43pm 

orororoyourboat: Ok I know you’re busy with the boys but I’m just gonna warn you so you know: your sister and Ali are here 

orororoyourboat: Wait Maddie forgot something in her car I think 

orororoyourboat: You good? 

 

short n’ sweet 

Friday, September 23rd, 8:44pm

feather: OH NO OH NO OH NO 

seamless: JEAN NOW IS NOT THE TIME 

espresso: oh mein gott is she going after maddie

espresso: no no she’s just getting drinks we’re in the clear

seamless: we’re good we’re good

8:49pm

feather: UM 

feather: IS EMMA FROST THE FUCKING BARTENDER??????? 

seamless: UPDATE WE ARE N O T GOOD 

feather: SHIT SHE’S ABOUT TO BE EATEN ALIVE

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church

Friday, September 23rd, 8:50pm 

sugah: taking my position at the bar 

chere: thank you baby 

chere: tell me what they say 

sugah: i’ll do you one better

9:05pm 

sugah: voicenote.jpg

(Transcription: “Maddie. Maddie! Don’t ignore me.” “Wh–Emma??” “ Who else. What are you doing here?” “I can’t get drinks with my friends?” “‘Friends?’ Please. Did you tell her to wear white?” “Who?” “Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. Alison Blaire. The girl you’ve been using as my replacement for the past week because you couldn’t suck it up and tell your sister the truth.” “...What truth?” “That she’s a stuck-up, prissy little–” “Everyone already knows that, Emma. It’s not some great truth. It’s common sense.” “If it’s such common sense, then why did you dump me for saying it? You’re the only one allowed to,  is that it?” “Yes. That’s how sisters work.” “Oh, give me a fucking brea—” “Actually, no. I broke up with you, Emma, because you’re a narcissistic, cruel bitch who took advantage of Ma–of my need to feel loved for who I was outside of my relation to Jean. I’ve spent my entire life looking for a family, and when I found my mother? All she saw me as was Jean 1.0. Everyone treats me like a template, even my sister back in high school–” “She still does.” “Excuse me?” “Jean is constantly telling you what to do, who to like, who to hate, whether or not to fuck me–” “No she hasn’t!” “Yes she has! You’ve been her reflection since high school; she can’t fucking stand when you ruin her good girl reputation, and having sex with the biggest bitch in school is–” “What good girl reputation?? No one even KNOWS m–her!! Good girl this, good girl that, perfect, quiet, and calm all the time when her own mother kicked her out of the house and replaced her with a girl who didn’t even try! I tried! I tried so, SO hard to be everything my mother wanted me to be, and what did I get for it? I got tossed to the side so she could use Maddie as some fucked-up passion project! Is that fair? Has anyone ever once let me be angry the way Maddie can?? Once??” “Jean?” “Yes. Me. She won’t defend herself from you, so I have to.” “You don’t get to make choices for her.” “I didn’t say I was going to, Emma–” “It sounds like it.” “– why won’t she just let me fucking help?!?” “Red. Hey. Hey, are you alright?” “She won’t let me–Logan.” “Hey.” “What’s going on over here?” “Who the hell are–ah. Tater tot and slenderman.” “Um. What?” “Oh, fuck you, Emma. You don’t deserve Maddie.” “Neither do you!” “Excuse me?” “What’s your problem?” “You know what, you traitorous, manipulative little–” “No no no!” “Jean! Jean! She’s not worth it!” “Oh sh–” *crackling, fumbling, the sound cuts off*) 

chere: oop

sugah: scott and logan took jean outside

sugah: but goddamn i would’ve liked to see her slap emma silly 

chere: who wouldn’t

chere: that said my thought is let’s not fuck with jean 

sugah: agreed 

sugah: if she tries to confront you we gotta get the hell outta dodge 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Friday, September 23rd, 9:06pm

orororoyourboat: What just happened? Are you okay? 

jncojean: Emma thought I was Maddie 

jncojean: The boys and I are outside

orororoyourboat: Shit

orororoyourboat: On my way 

 

femininomenon

Friday, September 23rd, 9:09pm 

frostythesnowbitch: It’s bad manners to leave your date alone for this long.

goblindeeznuts: fuck off

goblindeeznuts: i’m trying to find my house key

frostythesnowbitch: It’s especially bad manners when you leave her to watch your sister and your ex get into a fight.

goblindeeznuts: excuse me 

frostythesnowbitch: Jean would’ve slapped me if not for her two bodyguards. 

frostythesnowbitch: I like slenderman, though. Nice face.

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Friday, September 23rd, 9:10pm 

(Incoming call from: hallie) 

( Accepted

Transcription: “Let me guess. Emma snitched.” “No shit. What happened?” “She thought I was you, she spoke to you like you were dirt beneath her shoe, and on top of all that, she continued to talk shit about both of us.” “What else?” “What?” “She told me you tried to slap her. I know you. You wouldn’t lose it like that unless she’d really crossed a line. So?” “She brought up high school.” “Why would she—“ “That’s what I’m wondering, Maddie. She didn’t even go to school with us. What have you been telling her?” “I’m sure you’ve told Scott and Logan.” “I have. But the difference is that I always give you the benefit of the doubt. I always stand up for you, no matter what. It took months of Emma badmouthing me for you to do anything about it.” “I’ve never asked you to do that!” “I know! Trust me! But caring about you does not mean I don’t deserve to be your sister, not after I’ve tried so hard to make up for—“ “What?” “Yeah?” “Did Emma tell you you don’t deserve to be my sister?” “Yes.” “…” “Maddie?” “Okay.” “Huh?” “You’re right. Okay. Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna have fun and ignore Emma for the rest of the night, you’re gonna flirt with Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, and I’m gonna dance with Ali and pretend she doesn’t exist.” “But Ali—“ “No. I’m going to try for real. Fuck Emma.” “You sure?” “Yes.” “Okay then. Fuck Emma.” “FUCK Emma.” “See you in there?” “See you. Bye.” 

( Call ended. )

 

short n’ sweet 

Friday, September 23rd, 9:18pm 

seamless: YES JEAN 

seamless: GET BACK IN HERE 

seamless: FUCK EMMA FROST 

feather: THIS IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN SAYINGGGGGGG

feather: also FINALLY we get a front row seat to the mali drama

seamless: ???? 

feather: maddie and ali!!! mali!! 

espresso: or 

espresso: alddie

espresso: JUST LIKE THE GROCERY STORE 

feather: YOOOOO

feather: actually that goes SO hard 

seamless: wait guys we forgot we have a spy on the inside

espresso: that’s right!!! 

feather: HERCULES MULLIGAN 

seamless: no :) 

feather: very fair

espresso: logi bear is jean ok??? 

pushing20: she talked to her sister on the phone and she seems better now 

pushing20: but she was upset before because emma poked at their fucked up family 

pushing20: she said her plan now is to have fun and delete that from her memory

pushing20: scott is getting us drinks

seamless: oop 👀

feather: GET IN THERE LOGAN 

espresso: yes!!! flirt to distract!!! 

seamless: mhm seduction is the best distraction

feather: ON GOD 

 

your brother is an idiot 

Friday, September 23rd, 10:37pm

Hank McCoy: Do people tell you that youre nice enough

Hank McCoy: Cause youre sooo nice

Hank McCoy: Even though you dont think so  

Alex Summers: Hello to you too, Hank

Alex Summers: You good??

Hank McCoy: So good!!!!

Hank McCoy: Im glad youre bad at science

Hank McCoy: And that they set up Xaveir and Lehnsherr

Hank McCoy: Because now we get to feel more of each other 

Hank McCoy: Emotionally

Hank McCoy: OR MORE!!!!

Alex Summers: Uh

Hank McCoy: People dont tell you how you are enough

Alex Summers: Hank 

Alex Summers: What’s going on

Hank McCoy: LIKE!!! Youre so pretty and funny even when youre mean

Hank McCoy: And now I understand WHY youre mean and Im sorry 

Hank McCoy: I wish you were here

Alex Summers: I wish I was too 

Alex Summers: Bc I really don’t understand what’s going on 

Hank McCoy: Were texting

Alex Summers: Yeah I got that

Alex Summers: Are you drunk? 

Hank McCoy: Yes but Im very good at telling the truth when Im drunk
Hank McCoy: Because my brain doesnt stop my thoughts like this 

Alex Summers: What kind of thoughts?

Hank McCoy: Well theres a little voice in the back of my head telling me to shut up because I havent thought this through, but I HAVE thought it through

Hank McCoy: Its the only thing Ive thought about since yesterday 

Hank McCoy: But the part of me thats just feelings is saying youre smart and pretty and funny and loyal and kind and I should just shut my brain up because I know you like me so whats the point in being quiet anymore 

Hank McCoy: I think about it all the time

Alex Summers: Think about what? 

Hank McCoy: If I just told you I like you too and I stopped lying to myself because Im scared of how Scott will react because youre right Scott would understand eventually

Alex Summers: (typing…) 

Hank McCoy: I want us to be more than friends and Im sorry I didnt notice until the Maximi told me 

Hank McCoy: But now I have and Im noticing and I like you so much 

Hank McCoy: Im sorry for hurting your feelings by being oblivious 

Alex Summers: (typing…) 

Alex Summers: (...) 

Alex Summers: Drink some water, Hank 

 

hometown schmoetown

Friday, September 23rd, 10:56pm 

burningringofire: What the fuck did the twins tell Hank 

noteasybeingreen: balls 

burningringofire: Lorna 

burningringofire: screenshot.jpg

burningringofire: What. the FUCK. happened 

noteasybeingreen: ok first i’m going to admit i was planning to put off telling you until monday 

noteasybeingreen: i was really counting on hank being more obstinate than this 

noteasybeingreen: forgot to factor in the potential of alcohol 

burningringofire: Lorna

noteasybeingreen: he was confused about you getting mad at him for friendzoning him, essentially, and texted me in the scheming gc

noteasybeingreen: pietro had no context and immediately. MERCILESSLY. revealed the situation to hank 

noteasybeingreen: to be fair you weren’t being subtle 

noteasybeingreen: and i DID try to stop them 

noteasybeingreen: screenshot.jpg + screenshot2.jpg 

noteasybeingreen: receipts 

burningringofire: Oh my god

noteasybeingreen: i’m so sorry 

burningringofire: Oh my GOD 

noteasybeingreen: if it helps he’s just admitted to liking you back 

noteasybeingreen: albeit while drunk but 

burningringofire: Ok so one. Thank you for backing me up in there, I know your siblings are about as easy to corral as a feral longhorn 

noteasybeingreen: thank you for recognizing that 

burningringofire: Two. Do I have your consent to murder Pietro 

noteasybeingreen: absolutely but consider that you WILL have to go through wanda 

burningringofire: Ah. Considered

burningringofire: Three. Hank knows now. Hank is drunk. Hank will likely try to avoid the topic tomorrow morning because he hasn’t fucking spoken to me since finding this out 

burningringofire: Until the alcohol overrode his brain 

burningringofire: How in the fuck am I going to get him to talk to me 

noteasybeingreen: my first thought is you jump on a plane a la early 2000s/late 90s romcom

noteasybeingreen: that said no funds and also the blandings suck shit

burningringofire: Exactly

noteasybeingreen: second thought: once you are done killing pietro 

burningringofire: Yep

noteasybeingreen: wanda revives him and you ask my siblings to hound hank to talk to you until he eventually gives in

noteasybeingreen: one is an expert matchmaker and one is wanted in canada for grand theft auto 

noteasybeingreen: ideal combination to me 

burningringofire: I agree with this I think 

burningringofire: My next question is: do Hank’s friends know 

burningringofire: Obviously Scott doesn’t bc he’s busy courting a short hairy freak and a redheaded trucker 

noteasybeingreen: mhm mhm 

noteasybeingreen: i don’t think warren and bobby are snitches you can probably just ask them 

noteasybeingreen: and they can probably help hound hank once you show them what he texted you 

burningringofire: FANTASTIC 

burningringofire: Four people on my side just in case bc hopefully Hank talks to me 

noteasybeingreen: let’s not hold our breath 

burningringofire: Unfortunately yeah 

burningringofire: But this is starting to sound like a good plan 

noteasybeingreen: superb

noteasybeingreen: am i in trouble 

burningringofire: Still debating it 

burningringofire: But telling your best friend your siblings incriminated him to his crush is probably daunting so 

burningringofire: Most likely you’re forgiven 

noteasybeingreen: slay 

noteasybeingreen: then let’s get to plotting 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Friday, September 23rd, 11:42pm 

orororoyourboat: So 

orororoyourboat: Are his lashes as long and pretty as you thought they’d be? 

jncojean: LITERALLY SO FUCKING LONG  

orororoyourboat: KSDJFLSDJFL

jncojean: And I see you over there talking to Scott and Logan’s friends 

jncojean: Suspicious 😑

orororoyourboat: 😇

orororoyourboat: If it helps I’m getting all KINDS of information over here 

jncojean: OHO????

orororoyourboat: Information I cannot TELL YOU because it’s a breach of privacy 

jncojean: Shit

orororoyourboat: I know 

orororoyourboat: Imagine having morals

jncojean: Foul

jncojean: Are you getting along w them tho?? 

jncojean: If this works out I want you guys to be friends if possible

orororoyourboat: Yes!!! They’re awesome, I’m about to make a groupchat with them 

jncojean: Ahhhh!!!

jncojean: Wait it’s not for scheming is it 

orororoyourboat: Oh absolutely 

jncojean: Of course

jncojean: Well hopefully you’ll all be very entertained by what I do next

orororoyourboat: P A R D O N

jncojean: 😇

jncojean: NOW WHO’S THE ANGEL 

orororoyourboat: AHHHHHH

 

short n’ sweet

Friday, September 23rd, 11:48pm 

espresso: JUBILEE AND KITTY GET BACK HERE 

feather: WHY 

espresso: THEY’RE DANCING ‼️‼️‼️

espresso: ABANDON YOUR DRINKS 

espresso: THIS IS PIVOTAL 

feather: THEY’RE IN THE PROCESS OF BEING MADE 

feather: and kitkat ordered an appy spritz

seamless: OKAY??????? 

seamless: take a video if you have to kurt i am not missing this 

espresso: BUT THEN I’LL LOOK LIKE A CREEP 

seamless: i can assure you that every single one of their friends is about to do the same

espresso: true

espresso: FINE FINE 

11:52pm 

espresso: dancedancerevolution.jpg

(Video description: A crowded dance floor. Multicolored lights flit overhead. Jean, Logan, and Scott are in the center of the frame. Jean is wearing a green lace top and a matching flared green miniskirt, Logan is wearing a black crop top that says “Katz Deli '' and blue jeans, and Scott is wearing a loose navy tank top and some ass-hugging dark jeans. They’re dancing to the beat of “Comme Des Garçons (Like the Boys)” by Rina Sawayama–well, Jean is dancing. Logan is (apparently subconsciously) grapevining/line-dancing with a beer in hand while Scott awkwardly sways side-to-side. He looks like he’s having trouble choosing whether to look at Jean or Logan. Logan notices this and chuckles to himself, then swings his arm around Scott’s shoulder and leans in to whisper something in his ear. Scott blinks several times. He turns incredulously to Logan, whose smile grows. Jean, next to them, takes Scott’s hand in hers and pulls him toward her. She spins him in a circle and he laughs, looking surprised at doing so. Logan takes Jean’s other hand and spins her, too, and soon enough they’re all taking turns spinning one another. Jean stumbles on one of her heels and trips straight into Logan, who catches her. Scott immediately reaches out to steady her, his other hand at the small of Logan’s back. They stare at each other. Scott looks frozen and mortified, Logan’s cogs are very obviously turning in his brain, and Jean’s hands are clenching and unclenching, apparently stuck on what to do. Finally, she straightens her shoulders, pats Logan on the chest and brushes his hair out of his face, and cups Scott’s face with a smile. She thanks them, then takes a step back and reaches for their hands again. This time, it’s a bit more hesitant. Logan’s hand is on his chest where Jean had hers, and he doesn’t realize it, but his pinky is twined with Scott’s already. Jean’s brow furrows. Then, she reaches up and runs a hand through Scott’s hair, speaking as she does so. Scott looks just about ready to keel over and die. Logan nods at whatever she’s said and touches Scott’s hair as well, and his face reddens further. Jean tilts her head up slightly in confirmation. She notices Logan grapevining and tries to imitate it, encouraging Scott to try. By the last minute of the song, they’re all doing it, laughing in a line, hands linked. Logan has set down his beer.) 

espresso: THEY ARE SO 

espresso: wait how do you say süß in english 

seamless: DID YOU JUST CALL THEM SUBS????? 

feather: H E L L O ????????? 

espresso: NOOOOOO 

espresso: it’s like 

espresso: hold on i’m on google translate

espresso: it says it means “sweet” in english 

seamless: ohhhhhhh

seamless: that makes a lot more sense

feather: I COULDN’T AGREE MORE KURT

feather: süß!!!!!

seamless: süß!!!!!!

espresso: NOW YOU ARE THE LITTLE GERMAN BOYS

feather: NO

seamless: OH MEIN GOTT

 

2 best friends…they might kiss

Saturday, September 24th, 12:37am

blossom: are you having fun??

bubbles: SO MUCH fun

bubbles: maddie’s a rlly good dancer

bubbles: and i apologize for whatever you’ve seen lmao

blossom: sldjd yeah i’m a bit scarred

blossom: did you see what went down with her sister and emma frost earlier? 

bubbles: dude YES wasn’t that insane

bubbles: i couldn’t hear much but jean went AT her 

bubbles: emma must’ve done something really fucked up to maddie bc she hasn’t talked about her at all 

blossom: but you know they’re exes???

bubbles: well exes is a strong word

bubbles: maddie said they just hooked up a few times over the summer

blossom: oh she did 

bubbles: yes??

bubbles: what’s up rogue i can tell you’re not thrilled about this

blossom: i’ve just 

blossom: i’ve heard some things about her and emma and i don’t know if you should be going out with her 

bubbles: what things

blossom: do you really want to know?? 

bubbles: yes

bubbles: actually 

bubbles: wait what the fuck speaking of emma frost is marching over here

blossom: excuse me 

bubbles: WHAT THE FUCK 

bubbles: she just called me a poor replacement

bubbles: and a rebound

bubbles: AND she asked me if i put out on the first date bc why else would maddie be with me oh okay i’m gonna beat this bitch up 

blossom: fucking sugar honey iced tea ok i’m on my way DO NOT BEAT HER UP 

blossom: physically anyway 

 

short n’ sweet 

Saturday, September 24th, 12:45am 

seamless: are you guys seeing this 

feather: oh i’m seeing it 

feather: and believe me i am SAT 

pushing20: i got my eye on it 

pushing20: in case miss nose-in-everyone’s-business brings up jean again

espresso: where is maddie??

seamless: getting drinks i think

seamless: god i love watching new yorkers argue 

seamless: so much hand-waving

feather: if i were emma i’d back off 

feather: ali was raised in nyc and she’s wearing stilettos so sharp they could kill

feather: and it looks like they’re about to 

espresso: do we know where emma’s from? 

seamless: boston i think 

feather: OOF 

feather: maybe an even match then 

espresso: NO ALI HAS BACKUP 

espresso: HERE COMES ANNA-MARIE

pushing20: oh she can fight 

pushing20: i can tell 

espresso: and her scary boyfriend is coming over!!!! 

seamless: emma’s gotta back off or she’s screwed

feather: frrrrr

feather: rogue may be short but DAMN she is not afraid to get up in emma’s face

seamless: i’m obsessed with remy just standing behind her like 🧍

espresso: he’s like a bodyguard

feather: RIGHT 

pushing20: emma’s stubborn as fuck

seamless: holy shit she just insulted rogue’s performance as alice in bright star last year

feather: oh so she’s chosen death

seamless: WHOA 

espresso: OH MEIN GOTT

feather: NOT ROGUE AND ALI  B O T H  TAKING OUT THEIR EARRINGS 

espresso: people are going to die i think 

seamless: oh no here comes maddie 

espresso: AGH

feather: at least she’s defending ali 

feather: i wasn’t sure how she’d react tbh 

pushing20: could be an act

feather: true

seamless: i wouldn’t be surprised

espresso: FUCKING 

espresso: ZICKE 

pushing20: how hard is it to keep jean’s name out of her overlined mouth

seamless: oh–

feather: i love logan roasts they’re always SO good 

espresso: ORORO!!!!!

seamless: wait who is this 

feather: she’s jean’s bestie i think 

feather: and lemme say!!!!

feather: IMPECCABLE posture 

espresso: ororo always keeps it classy

espresso: i like that about her 

feather: HOW is emma not backing down it’s 5 against 1 

pushing20: sunk cost fallacy 

feather: logan???????

seamless: you have never not confused me 

seamless: who ARE you 

pushing20: idk

espresso: anyway 

espresso: how many fights can emma get into in one night

espresso: she’s doing too much

seamless: right like doesn’t she have hobbies

feather: i love that it’s the two women always wearing white facing off rn 

pushing20: i bet ororo can throw a mean punch 

seamless: 100% 

seamless: just look at her arms 

espresso: why is emma so obsessed with jean 

seamless: my theory is that’s what fucked up her and maddie’s situationship 

espresso: oooo interesting 

espresso: WAIT WHAT 

seamless: WHAT

pushing20: what the fuck 

feather: IT’S WANDA MAXIMOFF WITH A STEEL CHAIR 

espresso: WHERE DID SHE COME FROM 

feather: idk but emma just got DECKED 

seamless: hellfire is insane what 

pushing20: is she out? i can’t see

feather: no she’s awake she just landed on her ass

feather: and her lip is bleeding which 

feather: hate to say it but it’s a good look for her :/ 

espresso: unfair

seamless: i can barely see but i think wanda’s threatening her not to press charges which is iconic

pushing20: wanda’s done this before 

espresso: NOT THE MANAGER

espresso: oh no i forgot emma works here 

espresso: annnnnd wanda’s kicked out 

feather: ultimate example of here for a good time not a long time 

pushing20: i like her style 

pushing20: talk shit get hit and if you hit be prepared to face consequences

espresso: ororo’s following which means jean’s following which means we’re all following 

seamless: don’t forget your bag jubes

feather: shit i almost did thank you!!!

 

barbershop quartet

Saturday, September 24th, 1:13am 

scottydoesntknow: We’re heading out!! Where are you two 

scottydoesntknow: Bobby’s designated driver and Hank definitely needs to get home 

scottydoesntknow: He keeps crying and telling me he loves me 

scottydoesntknow: Guys??? 

scottydoesntknow: Alright if you won’t pick up your phones I’m looking for you

1:21pm 

scottydoesntknow: HOW LONG HAS T H A T BEEN GOING ON 

scottydoesntknow: WE’RE GETTING A RIDE FROM ORORO AND GODS HELP ME WARREN AND BOBBY YOU BETTER EXPLAIN TOMORROW MORNING 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Saturday, September 24th, 1:22pm 

iceicebaby: do u think he saw 

nepobaby: YES 

Notes:

YALL I'M SO SORRY FOR THE NEARLY 2 WEEK LONG WAIT LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY BUSY (<

- every time Kurt calls Logan bärchen im just 🥹🥹🥹
- Scott being his own brand of annoying is genuinely very sweet to me I love them
- “do you think Scott whines” H E L L O
- Logan, chilling with his sexuality: Scott “trapped by the implications” Summers:
- HANK. DUDE.
- the short n’ sweet gang is so near and dear to my heart I can’t believe short people are real
- Crop top Logan is so….
- “Yes I am still mad but yes you can borrow my clothes” is siblings in a nutshell I think
- I just know Charles was kicking his feet giggling when he wrote that impression pun
- ERIK IS FULL SENDING IT I LOVE HIM
- “I do not need to blackmail to get what I want, as I’m sure you’re now very aware” 👀👀👀
- God there are so many references in this chap and honestly? slay
- “It’s a good job I wear turtlenecks regularly” oh—
- buff rogue is my Roman Empire
- “you have GOT to stop letting other people’s opinions rule you hank” thesis of his character I fear
- Raven’s email is so wild from start to finish and there are so many lil gems in it I love her
- “your own personal trip to southern Germany on your dick-shaped Pinterest board” is maybe the funniest thing I’ve ever written
- CALLING HIM AN OLD GEEZER BITCH HKFJFMVN
- RAHHH JASON WYNGARDE & BLACK ROSE MENTION
- Jean’s thighs, Logan’s abs, and Scott’s shoulders are the pillars of bisexuality
- Remy is a PROFESSIONAL snitch
- Maddie and Jean make me insane. One wants to have the other’s perfection the other wants to have her rage
- 2ND HAMILTON REFERENCE. SORRY
- haha yay halex angst!!! yay…
- “It’s the only thing I’ve thought about since yesterday” oh hank
- “one is an expert matchmaker and one is wanted in canada for grand theft auto” the maximi <333
- short hairy freak and red headed trucker is DIABOLICAL alex
- KATZ DELI!!!
- “maddie said they just hooked up a few times over the summer” MADDIEEEE
- rogue was abt to spill the tea and emma chose that moment to be like actually no. Dramatic entrance
- Logan clocking Rogue as a fighter immediately hhjfjsjxjgl
- Kurt jumping in when they ask who Logan is THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS
- WANDA WITH A STEEL CHAIR ‼️‼️‼️
- unfortunately emma DOES look hot covered in blood. My b
- “He keeps crying and telling me he loves me” haha no way I wonder why
- WARBOBBY REVEALED
- do the last two texts make sense diegetically no. but they’re funny so who give a shit

Edit: this mf site deleted the rest of my end note and I'm vv frustrated about it but!! tomorrow i will rewrite my thoughts <3

Leave a comment or kudos to let me know what you think!! I've been so excited to write this chapter since the very very beginning of this fic, and I can't wait for y'all to read it! Hopefully it was worth the wait <3

Until next time... OH MEIN GOTT

Chapter 10: #thankspietro (or, aftermath)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

untitled chat

Sunday, September 25th, 9:32am

(Alex Summers added 5 numbers to the chat) 

(Alex Summers named the chat “halex endgame”) 

(Alex Summers changed Bobby Drake’s name to “secretkeeper”) 

(Alex Summers changed Warren Worthington III’s name to “peacemaker”) 

(Alex Summers changed Wanda Maximoff’s name to “stillmadatyou”) 

(Alex Summers changed Pietro Maximoff’s name to “youfucker”) 

(Alex Summers changed Lorna Dane’s name to “realone”)

(Alex Summers changed their name to “beauty”) 

beauty: I’m sure you all know why you’re here  

peacemaker: fUcking hell what happened

stillmadatyou: let me put two and two together

stillmadatyou: you were all at hellfire last night 

stillmadatyou: hank probably got drunk 

secretkeeper: he did in fact get drunk 

stillmadatyou: well if 2+2 is 4

stillmadatyou: and 5+5 is 10

realone: then hank texted you while drunk and accidentally confessed his feelings 

secretkeeper: AHHHHHH  

peacemaker: Wait are you being serious 

beauty: YES

beauty: Only he wouldn’t have DONE IT if SOMEONE hadn’t given him confirmation of MY feelings  

beauty: Well golly gee whiz Alex, who could that be?? 

beauty: FUCKING HELL IT ELUDES ME

beauty: # THANKSPIETRO

stillmadatyou: watch it, summers

stillmadatyou: it’s not pietro’s fault that he didn’t know about your little soap opera

youfucker: yeah summers

youfucker: watch it :)

beauty: I’ll watch my fist hit your fucking face

stillmadatyou: i know where you live 

secretkeeper: WHOA WHOA WHOA EVERYONE

secretkeeper: COOL IT 

secretkeeper: ice ice baby 

secretkeeper: alex. dear sweet smol summers

secretkeeper: what’s the plan

secretkeeper: and once we’ve solved this issue can we maybe take a look at scott and hank finding out that warren and i are longterm fwb

youfucker: wait a hot second

youfucker: THIS guy?????

youfucker: you’re fucking a COP???

peacemaker: EXCUSE YOU

peacemaker: I am NOT a cop

youfucker: yah you are you’re british 

peacemaker: I beg your incredibly stupid pardon

youfucker: if you’re british you’re automatically a cop I don’t make the rules

peacemaker: Ah yes

peacemaker: And being a dyed platinum blond twat with hideous sunglasses and the comedic appeal of a jester with no hat makes you a 

peacemaker: What was it

peacemaker: BASTARD ASS

youfucker: BERRIES N CREAM SOUNDING MF

peacemaker: LEAST HOT MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY

peacemaker: YOU COULD NEVER PULL OFF A TURTLENECK THE WAY YOUR FATHER CAN

youfucker: OH YEAH??????

youfucker: I CAN PULL OFF YOUR BOYFRIEND’S SHIRT 

secretkeeper: no one’s ever fought over me this is so fun 

peacemaker: IN FIRST FUCKING YEAR 

peacemaker: Been hung up on him for three years, have you????? 

peacemaker: Clearly your father gets more action than you ever will 

beauty: WHOA

realone: jesus 

youfucker: why didn’t you tell your friends if you care about bobby so much

youfucker: ashamed of him???

peacemaker: How long did it take you to recover from the surgery? 

youfucker: bro WHAT surgery 

peacemaker: Oh you know 

peacemaker: The one where they replaced your brains with HORSE SHIT

stillmadatyou: alright everyone calm down 

stillmadatyou: and warren, keep an eye on your postage

stillmadatyou: we can deal with the fuckbuddy reveal later. right now, hank and alex are my passion project 

stillmadatyou: what’s the plan, summers

 

group project!

Sunday, September 25th, 11:14am 

pipsqueak: morning

pipsqueak: did you both get home safe

jeannie: Yes!

slim: Yeah, all good 

pipsqueak: good 

jeannie: I had so much fun last night, I’m glad we all got to hang out again

jeannie: And thank you guys again for helping me with Emma, I really appreciate it 

pipsqueak: no problem

slim: No problem, we’re here for you

pipsqueak: stealing my words, slim

slim: I think you’re stealing mine, actually

pipsqueak: nah 

pipsqueak: i just steal your breath away 

 

barbershop quartet

Sunday, September 25th, 11:17am 

scottydoesntknow: WAKE THE FUCK UP 

nepobaby: Oh lord here we go 

iceicebaby: you got it you got it 

nepobaby: Alright 

nepobaby: Scott, Hank, we understand that you’re probably upset and feel a bit betrayed, and that’s completely fair 

nepobaby: But before we explain, I want to preface this by saying the only reason we didn’t tell you was because we didn’t want you to think our group’s friendship would change because of it 

scottydoesntknow: No no no not that

scottydoesntknow: We’ll get to that later

scottydoesntknow: But I’m not upset I’m just confused and a little disturbed

scottydoesntknow: Anyway not the point I need your help 

scottydoesntknow: Logan’s flirting with me in front of Jean 

nepobaby: CHRIST Logan has good timing

iceicebaby: it’s supernatural fr

nepobaby: What did he say Scotty pie

scottydoesntknow: Disgusting I hate it 

scottydoesntknow: screenshot.jpg

iceicebaby: ok not to slutshame but jesus christ

scottydoesntknow: I’m not crazy right 

scottydoesntknow: He’s flirting????

nepobaby: YEAH

nepobaby: Between this and the crop top last night he’s really going all in

scottydoesntknow: All in on me???

iceicebaby: or just in you 

nepobaby: BOBERT 

scottydoesntknow: WHY 

iceicebaby: GOTTA GET USED TO THE IDEA SCOTT

iceicebaby: unless ofc you’d prefer to top but that’s a conversation for you logan and jean not us 

scottydoesntknow: Oh my god 

nepobaby: LJSGFLKJFSLKJDS ANYWAY 

nepobaby: Let’s table that conversation for a later date 

scottydoesntknow: Please

scottydoesntknow: What do I say back?? Idk if I’m ready to flirt with him yet 

iceicebaby: hear me out 

iceicebaby: “there are other ways of making me lose my breath 😉”

scottydoesntknow: AGHHJHH

nepobaby: BOBBY 

nepobaby: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TABLING

iceicebaby: SORRY SORRY 

iceicebaby: i had to it was RIGHT THERE 

nepobaby: Scott you could continue your weird banter thing and say something like “you’ve never taken my breath away” etc. 

scottydoesntknow: I like that it feels more natural

scottydoesntknow: I’m gonna try it 

iceicebaby: GOOD LUCK!!!!

nepobaby: …Slut

iceicebaby: well you’d know wouldn’t you 😌

scottydoesntknow: REALLY 

iceicebaby: SORRY 

 

group project!

Sunday, September 25th, 11:36am

slim: When have you ever taken my breath away 

pipsqueak: last night

pipsqueak: you like my shirt, slim? 

jeannie: Oop 

 

barbershop quartet

Sunday, September 25th, 11:37am 

scottydoesntknow: WE’RE GOING DOWN 

scottydoesntknow: screenshot.jpg

iceicebaby: O H 

nepobaby: Oh damn

scottydoesntknow: WHAT DO I DO WHAT THE FUCK 

iceicebaby: TELL THE TRUTH 

scottydoesntknow: I DON’T THINK I’M READY FOR THAT 

nepobaby: CHANGE THE SUBJECT 

iceicebaby: THROW IT BACK AT HIM 

iceicebaby: DO YOU LIKE M Y SHIRT????? CUCK?????

scottydoesntknow: YOU ARE BOTH SO UNHELPFUL 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Sunday, September 25th, 11:37am 

jncojean: screenshot.jpg

jncojean: Harold…

orororoyourboat: H e l l o 

jncojean: I can literally feel Scott panicking through the phone 

orororoyourboat: You have to rescue him 

jncojean: HOW 

orororoyourboat: Compliment both of them and say YOU liked Logan’s shirt and whatever Scott wore

jncojean: Shoulders 

orororoyourboat: Yeah sure

orororoyourboat: Then you can take it in an academic direction and ask about the group project slides OR 

orororoyourboat: You can ask if they want to hang out after class tomorrow 

jncojean: DAMN you’re good

jncojean: You should be a life coach I’m so serious

orororoyourboat: I will if that means you’ll start paying me 

jncojean: Does Dunkin count as payment

orororoyourboat: …Yes

jncojean: Then GET DRESSED cause we’re going to the drive through

orororoyourboat: MWAH 😘

jncojean: After I sort this obviously we don’t text while driving 

orororoyourboat: SAFETY 🦺

 

  group project! 

Sunday, September 25th, 11:40am 

jeannie: If it’s any help I liked both of your shirts 

jeannie: You looked very dashing

pipsqueak: are we in the 60s red

jeannie: Very funny 

jeannie: Just saying

jeannie: It’s extremely possible you both took each other’s breath away 

jeannie: Anyway, I have to go pick up Ororo 

jeannie: See you in class tomorrow! 🤗

slim: See you! 

pipsqueak: see ya 

pipsqueak: so 

slim: Don’t 

pipsqueak: don’t what

slim: You know what 

pipsqueak: i thought boy scouts didn’t run scared

slim: And I thought Canadians were nice

11:48am

slim: smokeybear.jpg 

slim: This you? 

pipsqueak: fuck

pipsqueak: well played, summers

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Sunday, September 25th, 11:52am

jncojean: They really are so adorably stupid 

jncojean: Also I’m here 

orororoyourboat: Fantastic

orororoyourboat: Can’t wait to make fun of you in person for being ridiculously smitten 

jncojean: SHUT UP 

jncojean: I’m telling Wanda you said she’s the best sex you’ve ever had 

orororoyourboat: I already did 😌

orororoyourboat: Because I’M not afraid of commitment 

jncojean: BOOOOOOO 

 

barbershop quartet 

Sunday, September 25th, 12:00pm 

scottydoesntknow: CRISIS AVERTED JEAN SAVED THE DAY 

scottydoesntknow: And before you demand more I’m already on it 

scottydoesntknow: screenshot.jpg

scottydoesntknow: I think she knows I like Logan and idk what to do 

scottydoesntknow: I can’t tell if that’s a bad thing or not bc her response sort of indicated she was fine with it and possibly likes both of us?? But that would be extremely good luck and I don’t think I have that much faith in the universe to be honest

nepobaby: Oh she’s a MASTERMIND 

iceicebaby: whatifitoldyounoneofitwasaccidentalandthefirstnightthatyousawmeiknewNOTHINGwasgonnastopmeand

iceicebaby: anyway she’s so perfect for u two i’m abt to get emotional 

iceicebaby: navigating ur panic and logan’s bluntness w so much expertise i’m 🥹

nepobaby: You’re so right baby 

nepobaby: AND 

nepobaby: Scott great job throwing him Smokey Bear 

nepobaby: You matched his energy 

iceicebaby: yes!!!!! 

iceicebaby: i feel like sports spectators 

iceicebaby: excellent play from scott summers there, throwing logan smokey bear and diffusing the sexual tension while keeping it just a touch fired up, really beautiful work 

scottydoesntknow: Yeah that was a pretty sick play hehe 

iceicebaby: YES 

iceicebaby: GO SCOTT GO 

nepobaby: FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT 

scottydoesntknow: Thank you thank you 

scottydoesntknow: Anyway now that my romantic drama for the day is solved, let’s talk about what we saw last night 

scottydoesntknow: I assume Hank’s still asleep BUT 

scottydoesntknow: How long HAS it been going on? 

iceicebaby: don’t be mad

nepobaby: Bobby why would you preface it like that

iceicebaby: LOOK SCOTT HAS A LOT ON HIS PLATE I DON’T WANT TO MAKE IT WORSE

scottydoesntknow: I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT 

scottydoesntknow: I’m just curious, I swear

nepobaby: Okay okay 

nepobaby: We’ve been doing this since senior year of high school 

scottydoesntknow: OH WOW OKAY 

scottydoesntknow: I assumed a few months, maybe a year

scottydoesntknow: NOT FOUR YEARS

iceicebaby: I TOLD YOU WARREN 

scottydoesntknow: NO NO NO SORRY 

scottydoesntknow: Sorry sorry I’m not mad I’m just a little taken aback 

scottydoesntknow: And mostly concerned that you guys didn’t feel like you could tell Hank and I about this

scottydoesntknow: Especially for so long 

iceicebaby: it’s not that we didn’t feel like we could tell you 

iceicebaby: it’s more like

iceicebaby: god 

iceicebaby: warren i’m tagging you in

nepobaby: On it babes 

nepobaby: We were worried that telling you about us would change how you guys understood our dynamic as a friend group 

nepobaby: We didn’t want you to feel awkward around us and feel like third and fourth wheels, you know? 

iceicebaby: exactly

iceicebaby: we just want to be friends, not The Couple in The Friend Group 

nepobaby: And to be fair, we aren’t even a couple 

nepobaby: We just 

nepobaby: You know 

iceicebaby: blow each other a few times a week 

nepobaby: Jesus

nepobaby: I was going more for indiscretion

iceicebaby: that doesn’t work w them they’re too oblivious

nepobaby: True 

scottydoesntknow: Still here. Also

iceicebaby: and???

iceicebaby: know thyself 😁

scottydoesntknow: Wait so you guys have been doing this for four years

iceicebaby: fucking

scottydoesntknow: YEP 

iceicebaby: just making sure ur aware

scottydoesntknow: But you guys aren’t

scottydoesntknow: Together 

nepobaby: No

scottydoesntknow: Wait Warren is this why you told that guy you were moving too fast

scottydoesntknow: And the other guy that he wasn’t your type even though he was super sweet and really liked you 

scottydoesntknow: And the other other guy that your mother and father wouldn’t approve of a man that American 

nepobaby: No those were all the real reasons 

 

daddy issues 

Sunday, September 25th, 12:21pm

lilorphanannie: Is that true 

richierich: Absolutely not I am deeply in love with him 

lilorphanannie: WHAT 

lilorphanannie: OH NO WARREN 

richierich: If you tell him I will fucking kill you 

lilorphanannie: Oh Warren

lilorphanannie: Oh no 

richierich: You are sworn to secrecy 

lilorphanannie: How long have you been in love with him??

richierich: screenshot.jpg

(Image description: A notes app file in dark mode, dated April 1st, two years ago. Written is: “FUCK. FUCK. Of fucking COURSE I would realise this on April fucking Fool’s Day. My life is a cosmic joke and Bobby still shows me clean STD test results from everyone else he’s fucking. I’m fucked. I’m fUCKED.”) 

richierich: I wrote this in my notes app in first year 

scottydoesntknow: Warren

scottydoesntknow: Come over and tell me everything right fucking now 

richierich: Yeah okay

scottydoesntknow: God dude

richierich: I know, trust me 

richierich: I know

 

2 best friends…they might kiss

Sunday, September 25th, 2:00pm

bubbles: i was going to go home with maddie last night, but she ran into hellfire to make sure emma was okay after wanda decked her

bubbles: then she told me she was sorry and that she just wanted to make sure she wasn’t physically hurt because she used to be an important part of her life

bubbles: then she invited me back to her place and i said no and got a ride from kitty in sound instead 

bubbles: so i need you to tell me what you know about her and emma right now, rogue 

bubbles: because between this and the fight with maddie’s sister, something is off

bubbles: tell me 

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church

Sunday, September 25th, 2:02pm

chere: it’s time

sugah: got it 

sugah: i’ll pick up some ice cream and wine from wegman’s

chere: thanks baby 

sugah: np, good luck

 

untitled chat 

Sunday, September 25th, 2:15pm 

Lorna Dane: good morning sunshine 

Lorna Dane: have you checked your chat history yet? 

Hank McCoy: Yes. 

Lorna Dane: then why haven’t you texted alex. 

Hank McCoy: I can’t. I made a total fool of myself last night. There’s no way he thinks of me the same way he used to. 

Lorna Dane: you better hope he doesn’t 

Lorna Dane: it’s not often you confess your feelings and things stay exactly the same 

Lorna Dane: i’ll give you until the end of the day to talk to him

Lorna Dane: that’s your last chance 

Hank McCoy: Before what? 

Lorna Dane: before I sic my siblings and your twink friends on you 

Lorna Dane: i don’t think you’re a coward, hank

Lorna Dane: so prove it 

 

Hank McCoy’s personal notes app, 2:23pm 

[ I miss being able to talk to Scott. ]

 

Re: You Shit-Eating Bastard 

Sunday, September 25th, 2:30pm 

 

Lovely as ever, Raven! 

 

In my defence, I was too distracted by Erik’s truly immaculate use of his tongue to have any thoughts pass through my head, much less the thought of calling you to tell you all about it. Besides, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your marathon of Owning Manhattan. Lord knows that’s a serious risk to the carotid artery. 

 

As for Pietro, I would express concern over the seriousness of his trauma…if not for the fact that he and his sister seemed to have orchestrated all of it. It was hard not to notice them texting each other under the table, and even harder not to notice the phone number mysteriously slipped into the pocket of my jacket. It seems they share your love for mischief, which, considering exactly how much time Erik took with me on Friday night, makes perfect sense. 

 

I would apologise for the sordid details, but they’ve been pinned to my “dick-shaped Pinterest board” for years now, as you put it. 

 

Erik and I are seeing each other again today at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I believe he’s picking me up at 3pm, so, if you’d like to meet us there to peek around corners and wear a ridiculously large floppy hat and sunglasses, that’s the itinerary. We’ll be in the Impressionist section. 

 

As for Erik, I encourage you to embarrass him in front of the class. He flushes the most remarkable shade of pink, and I’m sure it will all work out splendidly for me. 

 

The old geezer bitch,  

Charles 

 

P.S. You’ll be pleased to know I brought cannolis to dinner. Erik’s face will live chiseled into my mind for many years to come. 

 

Re: Reprise? 

Sunday, September 25th, 2:43pm 

 

Charles, 

 

Your sister’s just called me to tell me I’m a slut. Any idea what that’s all about? 

 

I’ll see you in about 15 minutes. Terribly indecorous of you to make the ask-ee drive, by the way. Having no feelings in your legs is absolutely no excuse. 

 

The aforementioned slut, 

Erik 

 

Re: Reprise? 

Sunday, September 25th. 2:47pm 

 

Erik, 

 

Not a clue what that’s about, I’m afraid. Raven’s motivations have always been a mystery to me. She’s very odd.

 

I’ll see you soon, dear. And don’t worry, I’d never ask you to drive because you have feeling in your legs. Perhaps I just enjoy seeing a handsome man open the door for me. 

 

Riding in shotgun, 

Charles 

 

Re: Reprise? 

Sunday, September 25th, 2:55pm 

 

Charles, 

 

I’m outside. I would come and get you myself, but I fear your goddaughter does not want to be reminded of how she had to leave the house on Friday night. I’ll wait here, for the sake of propriety. 

 

And if you wanted to see me open the door for you, you needed only ask. I’m very good at following orders. 

 

A gentleman, 

Erik 

 

Re: Reprise? 

Sunday, September 25th, 2:56pm 

 

Erik, 

 

You? Good at following orders? That’s very funny. You’re the most obstinate man I’ve ever met. Don’t worry, we’ll work on it. I’m very curious about the prospect, in fact. 

 

I’ll be out in a moment. Thank you for considering Jean. She still can’t quite look me in the eye. 

 

Certainly not a gentleman, 

Charles 

 

2 best friends…they might kiss

Sunday, September 25th, 3:00pm 

bubbles: shit

blossom: i’m so sorry ali 

blossom: do you want to come over? 

bubbles: yeah 

bubbles: i’ll walk 

blossom: you sure? 

bubbles: i need time to think

bubbles: i’ll see you soon

blossom: okay <3 

 

untitled chat 

Sunday, September 25th, 3:02pm 

Alison Blaire: what happened with you and maddie? 

Emma Frost: Ah. 

Emma Frost: I wondered when you’d ask. 

 

your brother is an idiot

Sunday, September 25th, 11:54pm 

Hank McCoy: I’m sorry. 

Notes:

heyyyyyyyyyyyy

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK !!!!

now that we've all processed the hellfire club chappy (roan) for a solid two weeks, we can delve right into the absolute shitfire garbage can pile of bubbling acid that is the aftermath!!!!! i'm so glad to be writing one of these end notes again hehehe, so LET'S. GET. INTO IT

- alex is so real for calling it "halex endgame". manifest that shit king
- thanks pietro is the new thanks obama btw
- also pietro's smug lil "watch it :)" is so fucking funny i LOVE THE MAXIMI TWINS
- bobby looking directly into the fourth wall with "ice ice baby"
- british ppl being cops i'm jasdlkjgklfdj
- "BASTARD ASS" avps reference LET'S GO
- "been hung up on him for three years, have you?" warren baby...i think you're projecting
- halex is wanda's passion project and jottgan is mine
- logan checking in on them <333333 oh he's so
- scott, bursting into barbershop quartet at the asscrack of dawn with caplocks and a starbucks every day: WAKE THE FUCK UP
- scott just like we will get to your bullshit later. right now logan is being hot please help
- "or just in you" is DIABOLICAL
- "well you'd know wouldn't you" "REALLY" "SORRY" might be my favorite interaction i've written so far ajfljgjdskl
- jean in the bg just 👁👄👁
- BOBBY IS SO ME I LOVE HIM
- harold x2
- jean's 💖🥰 shoulders 🥰💖 is so valid
- MWAH. SAFETY
- "are we in the 60s red" i crack myself up. by the way
- logan and scott immediately snipping at each other the SECOND jean leaves alkdfjlsdj
- scott making fun of logan turns him on. i'll say it
- ororo is the only person in this fic who handles her emotions in a healthy way
- warren starting to throw in pet names now that scott and hank know is making me emo
- "a lot on scott's plate": jean and logan, hank ignoring him and crying to him last night, the impending Alex Plotline, and now warren one-sided pining
- scott reading the receipts of warren's romantic history while warren is sweating BULLETS ajlfdsj
- SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS
- I know for the last several chapters I've been saying warbobby have the healthiest relationship. I lied :)
- KITTY IS SUCH A G FOR GETTING ALI OUTTA THERE
- remy and rogue having a plan for when all this shit came out is so good. i love my lil southerners
- "I don't think you're a coward, hank. so prove it" GODDDDDDDD LORNA DANE THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
- "I miss being able to talk to scott" hurts my soul btw
- CHARLES XAVIER. YOU HORNY MOTHERFUCKER
- Raven absolutely WILL be spying on cherik
- btw raven's call was literally just "hello?" "slut" *hangs up*
- charles is canonically a passenger princess
- "don't worry, we'll work on it" HELLO????????? he is certainly NOT a gentleman
- "i need time to think" IMMEDIATELY texts emma...oh ali. she said nancy drew
- HEHEHEHEHE HALEX CLIFFHANGERRRRRRRRRR

anywho hope you all enjoyed!!! this was a vv fun one and i definitely enjoyed writing all of this messy ass drama

let me know what you think with a comment or a kudos, and i'll see you next time!!! I love you all and I love x-men and i am extremely grateful that people like my silly little jokes about superheroes

BYEEEEEEEEE <333333 #THANKSPIETRO

Chapter 11: alexa, play rumours by fleetwood mac

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

your brother is an idiot

Sunday, September 25th, 11:55pm 

(Incoming call from Alex Summers) 

Transcription: 

Exhale. “Alex.”

“Really?”

“Wh–”

“What are you sorry for? For ignoring me and my brother for days? For telling me while you were drunk? Or are you just sorry you told me at all?”

“Alex, I’m–”

“If you say you’re sorry again, bozo, I swear to–”

“Sorry. Or–sorry. I mean–sorry for all of it, I guess.” “

So you’re sorry you told me.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know.”

“You have to understand, Alex. Scott is my best friend.”

“And Scott’s my brother. Yeah, he’ll  freak out, but he’ll get over it.”

“I feel like I’m betraying him.”

“Why? You haven’t even done anything yet.”

“It feels like I have.”

“You haven’t even admitted to anything–sober, anyway.”

“Well–”

“The only reason you’d feel scared is if you were telling the truth last night, Hank. Do you have reason to be scared?”

“Alex…”

“Do you?”

“Yes!”

About 15 seconds of uninterrupted silence.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“You like me?” 

Pause. “I wish I didn’t.”

Long, long silence. It stretches uncomfortably for Hank, heartbreakingly for Alex.

“Alex? Did you hang up?”

“I wanna kiss you.”

Another pause.

“What?!”

“I wanna kiss you so I can show you the full extent of your fucking stupidity. I’m gonna stick my tongue so far down your throat you’ll never say that again.”

“I’m–um.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

“...No.”

“Do you want me to be your first?”

“I…”

“Answer the question, bozo.”

“Ye–do you? Want to?”

“Yeah. I wanna be your first everything.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want me to be?”

“I’m–”

“Answer me, Hank, or I’m gonna tell you exactly how many firsts I wanna give you. In detail.”

There’s a choking noise on the other end of the line.

“What was that?”

Spluttering.

“So I’ll start listing, then? Cool. For starters, kissing you. Obviously. And I want to mess up your hair and bite your jaw and shove up the sleeves of your nerdy dumbass button-down so I can feel your arms. You’re fucking ripped, by the way. Didn’t used to be. I want to feel under your shirt, too. Not even for muscles, just– you look so soft over video call. You look like your skin is cold, and I run hot, and I’m– please just answer me. Do you?”

“Keep talking.”

“Is that an answer?”

“Yes.” Deep breath. “I want you to. Now.”

A huffed out little laugh. “You know I’m across the country.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care at all right now. Alex.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you kiss me against a wall? Or in your shitty sedan, or just–tell me. Just keep talking.”

“Fucking–Jesus. Talk about zero to one hundred.”

“Alex.”

“Okay. Okay. Yeah, I can do that. And I want people to see you with me.”

The sound of spitting out water.

“Not like that! I mean–you’re a nerd, and I was in prison. I want people to see that you’re with me, and I’m with you. I don’t know. I just want people to know you’re mine. Not in a weird way. Unless you’re into that.”

“You lost steam the second I said yes, didn’t you?”

“No.”

Pause.

“Yeah, maybe.”

A laugh.

“Do you want me to push you up against a wall instead?”

“Yes.”

“Wh—really? I was joking.”

“I’m not. Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about how strong you are?”

“How long?”

“Since this summer, when Scott and you guys came to visit. And I think you’ve gotten stronger since then.”

“Since summer?

“Yeah. You weren’t?”

“I sort of…always noticed you. But this year you’ve gone from my periphery to my only focus.”

“…Then I’m gonna stay there. In your focus.”

“Okay.” Hank sounds like he’s smiling.

“I’m serious. What’s it gonna take to keep you from freaking out and ghosting me again?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t even—I can’t lose either of you.”

“You won’t.”

“But—“

"You won’t. How do I keep you from thinking about it?”

“…Keep talking.”

“Okay. Push me up against a wall and kiss me. Does that work?”

“Yes. Now what?”

“Anything you want.”

“Alright. I…fuck.”

“Hank. Whatever you want. Don’t worry about what I think.”

“You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met. I’m—“ A shaky breath. “I want to keep kissing you.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to—it’s a weird thing to say out loud. Alright. I want to bite your bottom lip.”

“Good, Hank.”

“And in person, the next time I see you, I want to do that. And keep doing that. Until we know it better, and it’s perfect.”

“I’m happy to practice with you.”

“I’m sure. And then…”

“And then?”

Deep breath. “And then I want to put my thigh between yours and watch you fall apart.”

Pause. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t. Seriously. What else?”

“I want to kiss your shoulders and your stomach and your collarbone and the joints of your spine and I want you. I do like you. You don’t make me feel judged.”

“Even though I call you bozo?”

“Even though you call me bozo.”

Peaceful quiet for a few moments.

“Can we make it this easy?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not ready to tell Scott. But I do want you. Can it be this for now?”

“Phone calls and telling me what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Hank. You bozo. You absolute buffoon.”

“What??”

“I’ve been trying to get you to do that for weeks.” 

 

fuck em we ball

Monday, September 26th, 2:14am

red: So usually I would talk to Ororo or my sister about this

red: But I feel like I’ve been doing nothing BUT vent to Ororo lately and that’s not fair 

red: And seeing as my sister is the one saying she hates Emma and then running to check up on her and then acting surprised when I’M surprised by that

red: I can’t 

red: And you’re good at being mad 

2:19am

yellow: i’m great at being mad

yellow: you’re not 

red: No

yellow: what happened

red: I’m scared

yellow: of your sister???

red: No, no 

red: She’d never hurt me 

red: I’m scared of working on being her sister for so hard and so long only for it to come to nothing because she keeps pushing me away when I try to help 

red: I’m scared that Charles is going to keep hitting it off with Erik and I’ll have to move out and he’s gonna start picking time with him over time with me which is so fucking stupid and stereotypical but if I don’t have Maddie he’s the only family I have left 

red: And I’m scared that everything happening with the three of us is going to fall apart right when it starts to get good 

red: I’m scared to keep loving people who can’t or won’t love me back 

red: I put so much time into everything and so much care into being good for everyone 

red: I’ve tried so hard for Maddie and I’ve tried so hard to be the perfect goddaughter so that Charles never feels like I’m a burden

red: And this is probably too much to say but I’m trying so so hard with you and Scott even though I can’t tell if I have to 

red: I don’t think I do with you because you understand being imperfect

red: Not that I think you are but everyone is and every time you talk you’re very willing to have flaws 

red: I don’t want to have flaws 

red: I don’t want to lose you and Scott and Charles and Maddie

red: Fuck

red: Sorry too much

yellow: it’s not

yellow: it’s too much for you 

red: ??

yellow: i like when you’re upset and angry

yellow: i loved it when you tried to slap that girl

yellow: i like riling slim up for the same reason

yellow: you’re both rigid 

yellow: when you get pissed off you loosen 

yellow: i want more of that

yellow: you’re not gonna lose me bc you’re angry and scared and insecure

yellow: i’ll like you more

yellow: kurt says not to trust your brain between 9pm to 9am

yellow: i’ll take you on the motorcycle 

red: Now?

yellow: yeah

red: I wish I could properly say what that means to me

red: Which sounds cringey but still

yellow: kurt also says to be cringe is to be free

yellow: whatever the fuck that means

yellow: send me your address and we can go for a ride 

yellow: the stars are clear rn

red: I love the stars

yellow: great

yellow: get out of your head and focus on stars

yellow: ok??

red: Okay

red: My address is 63 Gifted Cr

yellow: that’s a dumb name for a street

red: Logan?

yellow: yeah

yellow: don’t say thank you again

red: I was gonna say it i s a dumb name for a street 

red: And thank you 

yellow: boo

yellow: see you soon jeannie

 

gals being pals

Monday, September 26th, 9:00am 

alibedazzlin: good morning

pryorengagement: morning!! btw i wanted to say i’m really sorry about hellfire, that was fucking insane

pryorengagement: are you ok? 

alibedazzlin: aww you’re so cute

alibedazzlin: i talked to emma. 

alibedazzlin: and rogue. 

pryorengagement: ah

alibedazzlin: funny, that’s exactly what your ex said 

alibedazzlin: your ex situationship who you tried to make jealous by dating a girl who looks just like her 

alibedazzlin: wanna tell me who that girl is, maddie? 

pryorengagement: would you be mad if i said not really

alibedazzlin: oh i’m WAY past mad 

alibedazzlin: i’m even past furious

alibedazzlin: so you ended it with her because she shit talked your sister, right? the same sister she shit talked at hellfire? the sister who stuck up for you and tried to slap her in the face? 

pryorengagement: don’t bring jean into this.

alibedazzlin: why, are you gonna break it off with me and then ignore every single thing i said about her and run after me to the back of my workplace? 

alibedazzlin: where emma said you finger-fucked her, if i’m getting my facts right

pryorengagement: shit

alibedazzlin: yeah, shit is right

alibedazzlin: so you keep making these big claims about leaving her when she talks shit about people you love

alibedazzlin: but you run back the same night she does it again 

alibedazzlin: and not just to jean, to ME 

alibedazzlin: meanwhile my best friend is on the fucking case and trying to tell me you’re a selfish bitch and asks your sister for the truth

alibedazzlin: but jean told her to fuck off because you are SISTERS 

pryorengagement: wait really??

alibedazzlin: yeah, maddie

alibedazzlin: so to summarize, you used me for a week to try and get back at your ex, correct? 

pryorengagement: when you say it like that it sounds not great

pryorengagement: and yeah i did, but i wanted to actually try after hellfire because you are a really cool person and honestly i had a great time this week

alibedazzlin: oh it sounds not great huh

alibedazzlin: well good news!! you get to know exactly how not great it FEELS, because after emma and i talked, she gave me her address and i went over to hers, and guess fucking what, maddie

alibedazzlin: i rode her strap because you pissed me the fuck off

alibedazzlin: and i wanted to piss you off in the exact same way 

alibedazzlin: so instead of you taking me home after hellfire, i had my first time with your hot, bitchy ex 

alibedazzlin: have fun with that 

(alibedazzlin blocked pryorengagement) 

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Monday, September 26th, 9:07am 

hallie: ali had revenge sex with emma

annie: I KISSED LOGAN

annie: what

hallie: WHAT 

 

femininomenon

Monday, September 26th, 9:10am

goblindeeznuts: what the fuck

frostythesnowbitch: Well that didn’t take long

goblindeeznuts: you fucked ali????? did she tell you that was her first time??

frostythesnowbitch: Yes, she did, and don’t act so offended

frostythesnowbitch: You were going to do the exact same thing Friday night 

frostythesnowbitch: Besides, it was her idea

goblindeeznuts: what the fuck emma

9:14am

goblindeeznuts: is she better than me

frostythesnowbitch: I could ask you the same question

frostythesnowbitch: And you don’t deserve to know

frostythesnowbitch: All I’ll say is that you severely fumbled the bag with her

frostythesnowbitch: She looks so pretty when she comes

goblindeeznuts: fuck you

frostythesnowbitch: I’m a little worn out from last night

frostythesnowbitch: Give me a few days

goblindeeznuts: fuck 

 

alleged furries

Monday, September 26th, 10:02am

shortking: i kissed jean 

kurtwanker: WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO??? HOW ARE YOU?? MY NAME IS???? 

kurtwanker: EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW 

shortking: i went to her house last night 

kurtwanker: H U H

shortking: i’m getting there hold on

shortking: i went to her house because she was doing the panic spiral thing you do sometimes and i offered to give her a ride on the motorcycle because that frees up my brain usually 

shortking: she got on the bike and i drove her out to the lake to look at stars

kurtwanker: oh my god this is the cutest thing i’ve ever heard

kurtwanker: LOGANNNNNNNNNNN 

kurtwanker: AWWWWWWWW

shortking: yeah yeah yeah

shortking: anyway i laid down a blanket and she got cold so she got closer to me and yeah

shortking: you can fill in the rest

kurtwanker: NO I CAN’TTTTTT WHAT DID SHE SAY WHAT DID YOU SAY HOW DID IT HAPPEN 

kurtwanker: WAS IT SWEET??? PASSIONATE??? DID YOU JUST KISS OR DID YOU MAKE OUT

shortking: jesus 

shortking: fine she put her head on my chest and i put my arm around her because she was wearing short sleeves which wasn’t very smart

shortking: and she said thank you and she felt better and i said i was glad and she asked me about hellfire and scott

kurtwanker: AHHHHH

shortking: and i told her i like him but i also like her and she started laughing and i was like what

shortking: and she said she likes both of us too  

shortking: and then i had trouble saying things about that so she touched my hair and asked me if i was okay and i nodded 

shortking: she got that i was a little overwhelmed i guess and that felt weird because usually you’re the one who knows things like that and i liked that she knew and i kind of just

shortking: leaned down 

shortking: and she kissed me 

kurtwanker: SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH I’M MELTINGGGG 

kurtwanker: LOGAN!!!!!! LOGAN!!!!!
shortking: WHAT!!!

kurtwanker: WE NEED TO CELEBRATE THIS IS HUGE

shortking: ughhhhhh

kurtwanker: I’M TELLING SHORT N’ SWEET 

kurtwanker: THIS IS SO CUTE 

kurtwanker: GOD IS SO GOOD OH MY 

shortking: you’re a dork 

kurtwanker: EEEEEEEEEEE

kurtwanker: can i tell them?? i won’t if you don’t want me to

shortking: nah it’s fine

shortking: i guess they’re my friends now too so 

kurtwanker: logan

shortking: kurt

kurtwanker: i am SO PROUD OF YOU 

shortking: you’re grossing me out 

kurtwanker: :D 

 

short n’ sweet 

Monday, September 26th, 10:11am 

espresso: did you guys know that logan is the specialist bravest most charming man in the world

seamless: kurt two people already have a crush on him i cannot take another pls

espresso: jail for that implication katherine!!!

espresso: ANYWAY i enter into evidence. the screenshots

espresso: screenshot1.jpg, screenshot2.jpg, screenshot3.jpg

seamless: LOGAN

feather: HOLY SHIT

pushing20: so much capslock has happened today

feather: ICON

feather: LEGEND 

seamless: god i’m so glad we met you guys have so much drama 

feather: did you tell scott??

seamless: oop great question

pushing20: fuck

pushing20: i gotta text jean

seamless: i’ve never known so many disasters at once 

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Monday, September 26th, 10:12am 

annie: Okay so Ali tells you she’s had revenge sex with Emma???

hallie: yeah

annie: And what did you say??

hallie: well she blocked me pretty much immediately after that so i didn’t get a chance to respond

annie: I’m always here for you but. Fair on Ali’s part

hallie: oh undeniably

annie: What then? 

hallie: you’re not gonna like it

annie: If you say you texted Emma asking about their sex–

hallie: I texted Emma and asked how their sex was

annie: MADELYNE

 

the incredibles 

Monday, September 26th, 10:30am 

violet: father, we can’t help but notice that it is well past 7am and you have not yet emerged from your room

violet: we grow concerned

violet: in fact, we wonder…if you even came back to your room in the first place

dash: *kicking my feet and giggling* how was your DAAAAAAAATE 

ednamode: One of you is adopted, and it’s not Wanda.

jackjack: DAMN

ednamode: All three of you are sneaky, conniving little matchmakers, and I am unfortunately grateful for it. 

ednamode: The date was very pleasant. 

dash: annnnnnnnd?????

ednamode: And that’s all I’ll say, Pietro. There are many things you don’t need to know about me.

dash: but papa, we merely wish to know if he makes you happy 🥺

violet: i’faith

jackjack: forsooth

ednamode: Shakespeare will not get you more details.

jackjack: what if it did though 

violet: pleeeeeeease

dash: pretty please???????

ednamode: Hölle. You’re like three miniature Ravens.

jackjack: how do you know she hasn’t stolen wanda’s phone

ednamode: I wouldn’t put it past her. 

ednamode: We’ll compromise. 

ednamode: museumcharles.jpg

(Image description: a photo of Charles to the right of the camera, half-turned to look at “The Card Players” by Paul Cézanne. His mouth is slightly open and his hands in the air, as though he’s talking animatedly about the painting. There’s a light in his eyes. The picture was taken hastily, as indicated by the slight blur of motion.) 

ednamode: Are you happy with that, you little vultures? 

dash: holy shit just marry him already 

ednamode: Not for at least another year. 

ednamode: And not without your approval. 

violet: wait are you serious dad? 

jackjack: ^^^^

ednamode: Yes.

ednamode: But I wouldn’t unless you all agreed. And Jean, of course. 

jackjack: oh my god

dash: CAN I BE THE BEST MAN 

violet: i’m creating a pinterest board as we speak 

jackjack: AHHHHH

jackjack: you have to tell raven or she’ll legitimately kick your ass

ednamode: I plan to.

violet: when are you going to ask jean? 

ednamode: If everything goes according to plan, next semester. I don’t want to distract her now. She has enough on her plate with that motorcyclist she left the house with last night. 

violet: WHAAAAAAT 

jackjack: wait wait wait doesn’t alex’s brother have a crush on her

jackjack: and scott doesn’t own a motorcycle last time i checked

violet: well she was dancing with scott AND a guy with a motorcycle at hellfire on friday

dash: why were you at hellfire????

violet: to deck emma frost next question 

dash: nice

jackjack: nice

ednamode: Nice. 

jackjack: WAIT AS WE SPEAK ALEX JUST TEXTED ME 

jackjack: DAD LOOK AWAY 

ednamode: Looking away. 

jackjack: ALEX AND HANK HAD PHONE SEX

dash: damn why is everyone leaving scott out of the loop

violet: that poor gq-cover looking man

jackjack: i can’t tell if that was a roast or not

violet: me neither 

violet: god i love a disaster waiting to happen 

jackjack: uh oh

jackjack: wanda, whatever you’re thinking

jackjack: don’t. 

violet: don’t worry lor

violet: now that halex have figured out their shit, i’m returning my focus to ruining emma frost’s life

ednamode: Remember, Wanda, she’s one of my students. 

ednamode: I need plausible deniability. 

violet: fiiiiine i won’t plot in front of you

violet: i’ll get to scott later

jackjack: i beg you to not 

dash: great you go after scott and i’ll go after warren

violet: perfect

jackjack: GUYS 

ednamode: Lorna, let Wanda and Pietro make their own mistakes.

jackjack: but they’re gonna drag other people into their mistakes!!!!

ednamode: Well. 

ednamode: ipretendidonotseeit.jpg

jackjack: DAD????

 

fuck em we ball 

Monday, September 26th, 10:58am 

yellow: we need to tell scott

red: Oh thank god, I was about to text you the exact same thing 

red: I also want to do a quick check-in

yellow: about kissing or

red: Basically, yeah

red: Do you feel good about it? Happy? 

yellow: very good

yellow: why

yellow: do you feel bad about it??? 

red: No no I just wanted to make sure 

red: I feel pretty fuckin ecstatic about it actually

yellow: i do too 

yellow: i’m so excited i’m dancing around shirtless to madonna

red: KJlsdkfjldjgflkjaslj what an image lmao

yellow: i’m kidding 

yellow: about the shirtless part

red: LJDSLJSJLD

yellow: is there anything else you wanted to check in about 

red: Yes!! I didn’t get a chance to tell you last night because I was a little distracted, but I want you to know that I’m polyamorous

yellow: what’s that

red: It basically means that I can feel attraction to multiple people at the same time. In my case, I feel both romantic and sexual attraction for multiple people. It doesn’t mean I always like multiple people, but it does mean that it’s possible. 

red: So, for example, when we were talking last night about both of us also liking Scott, I mean that I’d like to kiss him as much as I do you

red: And I want you to know that I’m serious about that, and that that’s normal for me 

yellow: oh

yellow: i didn’t know there was a word for that 

red: That’s okay!!

yellow: i think i’m that way too   

red: Yeah? 

yellow: yeah

yellow: i liked kissing you and i want to do it again

yellow: and i also want to kiss scott now

yellow: which i only got on friday

red: God that’s a mood, he’s so pretty

yellow: i want to see his eyes more

red: RIGHT 

red: Also can we TALK about his shoulders because good lord

yellow: i want to bite them 

red: Logan you and I are on the exact same wavelength

yellow: and i wanna know if he whines

red: Holy shit same 

red: God okay we must stay focused brothers we MUST stay focused

red: Should probably wait to see what he says after we tell him before talking about him like 

t h a t 

yellow: true 

yellow: hope it’s more than just talking in the future 

red: ME 

red: Anyway. Okay. How are we going to do this 

yellow: in person

yellow: we got to be in person so he should too 

red: What if that’s too overwhelming? 

yellow: it might be 

yellow: but he has less ways to freak out if we’re there

red: Oof that’s very very true

red: Okay you’re right in person it is 

red: Maybe we go after dinner-time and bring him dessert??

yellow: good idea

red: Great I’ll text his friends and ask what he likes 

red: And I can pick up the dessert, unless you want to 

yellow: nah i don’t like grocery stores

red: Been there

red: This sounds like a plan!! Let’s go over around 7??

yellow: 7’s good

red: Awesome!!

yellow: jean 

red: Logan? 

yellow: you called scott pretty

yellow: and he is 

yellow: but i don’t look like him 

yellow: so

red: Are you asking if I think you’re pretty? 

yellow: it’s embarrassing like that

red: Hey!!! Remember Kurt!! To be cringe is to be free!!!!! 

yellow: easy for him to say

yellow: everyone loves him 

red: Logan, I want to be with you and Scott

red: And I’m really happy that you asked me that and kind of told me how you were feeling

red: I want you to trust me with questions like that

yellow: i do 

yellow: it just

yellow: i feel weird

red: You’re not weird, Logan

red: But you ARE really, really pretty 

yellow: i look like a canadian lumberjack

red: And??? Canadian lumberjacks are notoriously stunning

red: You have amazing soft hair and beautiful brown eyes and your forearms look like Literal Temptation when your flannel sleeves are rolled up 

red: That’s barely scratching the surface

yellow: and that’s pretty to you

red: Hell yeah it is 

red: You’re gorgeous Logan

red: And if you’re not careful I’ll start calling you “beautiful” as a pet name

yellow: gross

red: :))))) 

red: That was mostly a joke, but I can if you like it

yellow:

yellow: yeah okay 

yellow: go for it 

red: AS YOU WISH BEAUTIFUL 

yellow: you’re embarrassing 

red: GUILTY AS CHARGED 

red: I’ll see you at 7 beautiful 😘

yellow: god 

 

hometown schmoetown

Monday, September 26th, 11:16am 

noteasybeingreen: so when you say phone sex

burningringofire: I mean phone sex, Lorna

noteasybeingreen: FUCKING GET IN ‼️‼️‼️

burningringofire: My brain is ruined forever

burningringofire: I’ll never think about anything else

noteasybeingreen: not to bring down the mood but 

noteasybeingreen: he’s not going to ghost you again is he 

burningringofire: I don’t think so 

burningringofire: I’ve never heard him sound so relaxed

noteasybeingreen: GROSS 🤩

burningringofire: NOT LIKE THAT 

burningringofire: I JUST MEAN HE SOUNDED

burningringofire: Content?????? I think?????

noteasybeingreen: that’s what discovering free will will do to a man

noteasybeingreen: hank’s just realized he can want you as much as his repressed little heart desires

burningringofire: I mean 

burningringofire: He sure sounded like he wanted me 

noteasybeingreen: NAUSEATING 😇

noteasybeingreen: what are your plans with him now

burningringofire: Keep this going for as long as I can without Scott finding out 

noteasybeingreen: i thought you said scott would get over it 

burningringofire: He will 

burningringofire: But I have enough shit going on with the Blandings right now 

burningringofire: I don’t need my brother to be disappointed in me too

noteasybeingreen: alex???????? 

burningringofire: It’s fine they’ll fuck off eventually

noteasybeingreen: still 

noteasybeingreen: would a trader joe’s trip cheer you up 

burningringofire: does scott have a stick up his ass

noteasybeingreen: On my way! slut

burningringofire: Twat

noteasybeingreen: slag

burningringofire: Bitch

noteasybeingreen: be there in 8 

burningringofire: Just enough time for me to call Hank again 

noteasybeingreen: RANCID 💁

 

untitled chat

Monday, September 26th, 12:03pm 

(Wanda Maximoff added Alison Blaire, Anna-Marie, Remy LeBeau, Jean Grey, Jubilee, Kurt Wagner, Kitty Pryde, Ororo Munroe, and Wade Wilson to the chat) 

(Wanda Maximoff named the chat “we should totally just stab caesar 🗡️”) 

(Wanda Maximoff changed their name to janis) 

(Wade Wilson changed their name to damian) 

damian: love me a good stabbing 

damian: are we thinking rusty or clean knives?? i have an extensive collection of both

janis: we’re not literally stabbing

janis: yet, anyway

janis: i’ve called you all here for one reason

damian: ten-way??? i call pass-around party bottom 

janis: it’s time to take emma frost down. permanently 

janis: no wade we are not having a ten-way

damian: maybe you aren’t 

damian: i have a very active imagination

janis: THE POINT is that we all have reasons to hate emma

janis: and i think it’s time she was humbled

Jean Grey: Not that I disagree, but why do you hate Emma again? I don’t think you ever told me 

janis: she’s an arrogant overbearing asshole who inflicts her opinions on everyone and is slowly trying to control the entire theatre department

janis: that’s my reason

damian: mmmmm too simple

damian: keep digging, sansa stark

damian: wanda’s like a duck

damian: she’s got all these normal excuses above water, but under it??? there’s a mess of fucked up trauma begging to have its revenge

Alison Blaire: what is the plan here? i’d prefer to stay as far away from emma and maddie as possible 

Alison Blaire: no offense jean 

Jean Grey: None taken, that’s fair 

Kitty Pryde: also hate to barge in but what are we doing here??? i didn’t even think you had our numbers

janis: i have everyone’s numbers

janis: i have access to the school’s records

Kitty Pryde: ooookay

janis: i want emma’s pride taken down a notch 

janis: she doesn’t get to be perfect and pristine all the time 

janis: we’ll all have a part to play in making that happen

Jubilee: I’m down for that 

Jean Grey: I don’t know, I feel like this is crossing a line 

Jean Grey: She’s awful, but plotting her downfall is a bit extreme

damian: so this is you pre-phoenix force i assume

Jean Grey: Sorry?? 

damian: my bad 

damian: wrong universe

Kurt Wagner: i agree with jean 

Kurt Wagner: it’s better to rise above her cruel behavior, instead of imitating it to hurt her

Anna-Marie: well i think she deserves a kick in the tit

Anna-Marie: why doesn’t she try her own medicine and see how she likes it? 

Ororo Munroe: Wanda, I know she’s hurt you, and I want to support you, but I’m a little hesitant too

janis: that’s okay 

janis: i won’t drag any of you into this without your consent

janis: but i can promise that there won’t be any violence 

damian: booo

janis: most likely some light pranks 

janis: we’re going to convince her that the theatre ghost is haunting her

janis: minor inconveniences until she breaks

Kitty Pryde: you know, you’re a little intense

Alison Blaire: i respect it 

janis: point being: who’s in???

damian: ME! ME!! PICK ME!!!

Alison Blaire: 100%

Kitty Pryde: it’s a tentative yes

Kitty Pryde: but if i see any genuine cruelty or you go too far, i’m out 

janis: fair

Jubilee: i’m in

Jubilee: she keeps fucking up my lights when she comes into the booth 

Jean Grey: I’m out I think

Jean Grey: Maddie and I have it rocky enough right now without adding this to the mix 

Jean Grey: Sorry

Kurt Wagner: I’m out too

Ororo Munroe: I’ll support from the sidelines, Wanda, but I’m not pranking or anything

Ororo Munroe: And I reserve the right to tell Emma what’s going on if things get out of hand

damian: you are a CLASSIC lawful good 

Ororo Munroe: Sure?

janis: completely valid, all of you

janis: southerners??

Anna-Marie: oh i’m IN 

Remy LeBeau: you know how long i been waitin for this????

Remy LeBeau: WOO i’m boutta make a name for myself here 

Remy LeBeau: you just make sure emma knows what happened here today

damian: …well that’s just lazy writing 

Notes:

🗣 HE HAS RISEN BABYGIRL ‼️‼️‼️

Good GOD this chap is nothing but relationship drama left and right and I LOVEDDDDD writing it SO!!!! Let's get into it bruvs

- straight out the gate the halex phone call is fucking insane
- so many gut punches from alex in this that make me feral. favorites include: "or are you just sorry you told me at all?" "the only reason you'd feel scared is if you were telling the truth last night, hank. do you have reason to be scared?" "i'm gonna stick my tongue so far down your throat you'll never say that again" AND OF COURSE. "then i'm gonna stay there. in your focus." LGSJLSJDflk GOD
- n e way how are we feeling abt going straight from drunken repressed confessions to phone sex. no one else is doing it like them
- MEANWHILE JOGAN MY BBGSSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO MUCH
- the pipeline from losing her mom bc she wasn't "good enough" to fearing losing the rest of her family for the same reason....oh i'm unwell
- no one: logan: aren't you tired of being nice?? don't you wanna go apeshittttttt
- "kurt also says to be cringe is to be free" KLJFDLJS
- god i love jogan they're just so. good for each other
- ali is fucking insane in this chapter i'm obsessed with her
- the way she immediately just goes IN damn especially defending jean more than maddie was willing to like. oop
- maddie realizing there are consequences to her actions is so fucking funny...girl what did you THINK would happen
- also ali having her first time with emma as revenge sex??? surely that won't be a decision that comes back to haunt her
- "what" "what" might just be this fic's always
- "don't act so offended, you were going to do the same thing friday night" TELL HER EMMA
- i hate to say it but emma's an icon sorry
- SURPRIIIIIIIIIIISE JOGAN SMOOCH
- kurt is so me
- logan facing the mortifying ordeal of being known as a love language gets me right in the gut dude.
- AND HE SAID JUBILEE AND KITTY ARE HIS FRIENDS!!!!! I'M SO PROUD OF HIM!!!!
- "so much capslock has happened today" i love him so much
- "god i'm so glad we met you guys have so much drama" FFR KITTY
- poor jean. maddie puts her through the ringer every. single. chapter.
- MAGNET FAMILY MAGNET FAMILY MAGNET FAMILY
- GO LOOK UP "THE CARD PLAYERS". I EXCELLED WITH THAT ONE
- the implication that erik snuck the picture.....THEM!!
- erik was 10000% ready to lock it down from that first dinner btw he's gonna show up outside charles's with a uhaul pretty soon
- ALSO ERIK IS SUCH A SNITCH LSDfjLSDJ WHY ARE YOU TELLING ON JEAN LIKE THAT
- the magnet kids absolutely have a red string corkboard trying to figure out everyone's dynamics
- "to deck emma frost next question" "nice" "nice" "Nice." BEST FAMILY
- a moment of appreciation for "DAD LOOK AWAY" "Looking away."
- i love writing erik what do you mean you're just gonna let your kids fuck people over without doing anything about it. what's wrong with him
- "i'm so excited i'm dancing around shirtless to madonna" teehee
- jogan bonding over how pretty scott is <3
- SHAKING LOGAN BY THE SHOULDERS YOU ARE PRETTY. YOU ARE NOT DEFINED BY GENDER EXPECTATIONS
- "easy for him to say, everyone loves him" oh. oh no
- committed to jean being an excellent partner. it's the truth
- alex...you good
- whoops how did wade wilson get in here >:)
- god so many good lines from wade he is so fun to write
- CALLING JEAN SANSA DSLFJLSDJFLDSJ
- "she keeps fucking up my lights when she comes into the booth" is the realest most true line i've written in this fic. this is real theatre drama right here
- DLSFJLDSFJLDJF REMY
- i've had those lines stuck in my head for a week and i had to tbh
- it is, in fact, lazy writing

ANYWAY!!! I hope y'all enjoyed that, because I definitely did writing it!! And, in exciting bonus news, logan's confusing scott list will be going up today as the first "chapter" in a series of prose scenes from this fic!! Hope to see you all there <3

Thank you, as always, for continuing to read! and comment! and generally be really fucking awesome!!! I love you all, and I'll see you next time!!

(P.S. what did you. think of deadpool and wolverine?? lmk in the comments xoxo gossip girl)

Chapter 12: since when is scott the happy summers?

Notes:

Hello!!!!! Hope y'all enjoy this one <3

Warnings for: shitty emotionally abusive parenting and past sexual discomfort (not harassment or assault, but a slightly sexual situation that the person did not agree to be involved in)

Take care of yourself!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

untitled chat 

Monday, September 26th, 6:18pm 

Jean Grey: Hey, it’s Jean from Poli Sci! I was just wondering if you know which kind of desserts Scott likes?? 

Bobby Drake: hey jean!!!!! 

Bobby Drake: why do u ask 👀👀👀👀👀  

Jean Grey: No reason 👀👀👀

Jean Grey: No but fr, Logan and I are just dropping by at Scott’s after dinner, we have something to tell him 

Bobby Drake: HOLY SHIT IS IT FINALLY HAPPENING

Jean Grey: I can’t sayyyyyyy I want Scott to be the first to know so that he doesn’t feel like he’s been out of the loop 

Bobby Drake: ugh ur so responsible ur gonna be so good for him 

Bobby Drake: HYPOTHETICALLY 

Jean Grey: I’m glad you think so!! I really want to be good for him 

Jean Grey: HYPOTHETICALLY 

Bobby Drake: THEORETICALLY  

Jean Grey: RHETORICALLY 

Bobby Drake: anyhoooooooooo scott’s not really a dessert person tbh

Bobby Drake: the man hates chocolate which is sick 

Bobby Drake: and NOT in the cool way 

Jean Grey: Damn :/ 

Jean Grey: Is there anything he does like after dinner? That’s a very specific question ldkfjlsd

Bobby Drake: hmmmmmmmmmm lemme think 

Bobby Drake: OH HE LOVES A PRETZEL 

Bobby Drake: christkindlemarktscott.jpg 

Bobby Drake: here he is with a bigass soft pretzel 

Jean Grey: Awwwww he looks so cozy 

Bobby Drake: ikr 

Bobby Drake: bundle him up n give him mulled wine n he’s a happy lil guy 

Bobby Drake: no more stresses!!!! no more ocd!!!! no more self esteem issues!!! 

Jean Grey: Oh no Scott!!!

Bobby Drake: SHIT NOT THAT HE HAS THOSE 

Bobby Drake: just. uh. yknow IF he did pretzels help with that 

Jean Grey: Erasing my memory as we speak 🫡🫡🫡

Bobby Drake: LOVE 

(Bobby Drake changed Jean Grey’s name to notasnitch) 

notasnitch: I would NEVER 

Bobby Drake: n e way i rec getting scott some pretzel sticks n cheese, maybe w some grapes 

notasnitch: Ok great!! That sounds awesome, thank you!!!! 

Bobby Drake: ofcccccc we love you over at barbershop quartet 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

notasnitch: What is barbershop quartet?? 

Bobby Drake: that’s for me to know and u to find out 😘

Bobby Drake: also!!!! 

notasnitch: Yes!!!!!

Bobby Drake: i have a deep freeze in my flat 

notasnitch: How did you even get that in there

Bobby Drake: AND if u or logan hurt him i’ll throw you both in there and lock the door 

Bobby Drake: freeze you to death shining style 

notasnitch: Bobby 

notasnitch: If I hurt him I’ll climb in there myself 

Bobby Drake: GOD UR AN ICON 

notasnitch: THANK YOUUUUUU 

Bobby Drake: now get those pretzel sticks and get! ur! man!!!!!!!!

notasnitch: 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

 

roasting you

Monday, September 26th, 6:57pm 

short: i’m On my way! to your flat

slimjim: What

short: see you about 7

slimjim: Logan what 

 

barbershop quartet 

Monday, September 26th, 6:57pm 

scottydoesntknow: Guys Logan just texted me that he’s coming over 

nepobaby: HUH 

beastmode: What?

iceicebaby: whaaaaat that’s soooooo crazy 

nepobaby: SUSPICIOUS 🚨🚨🚨

scottydoesntknow: Bobert. What do you know

iceicebaby: honestly not much just that jean texted me and asked what kind of desserts u like

scottydoesntknow: WHAT IS GOING ON

beastmode: So they’re both coming to your house? At the same time? 

scottydoesntknow: I don’t know if Jean’s coming over but Logan is 

iceicebaby: jean is 

scottydoesntknow: YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T KNOW MUCH  

iceicebaby: THOSE ARE LITERALLY THE TWO FACTS I KNOW 

iceicebaby: also that they have to talk to u abt something but i’m sure that’s irrelevant

scottydoesntknow: BOBBY 

 

princess protection program 

Monday, September 26th, 7:00pm 

barbiefairytopia: Theories????? 

elsa: propositioning him

beautynthebeast: Confessing their feelings! 

barbiefairytopia: Bobby????????????

elsa: i’m just kidding i agree with hank 

elsa: speaking of where the FUCK have you been 

barbiefairytopia: Here we go 

elsa: last time any of us saw u u were sobbing on scott’s shoulder 

barbiefairytopia: Let’s not forget drunk-texting Alex

elsa: so what the fuck is going on dude

beautynthebeast: I’m sorry. I’ve been a terrible friend lately. 

elsa: this better not be a pity trip 

beautynthebeast: It’s not, I promise. I was trying to work out my feelings for Alex, which caused me to panic over what Scott might think, which led me to distance myself. 

beautynthebeast: Which was stupid. I’m not arguing that it was a good choice. 

beautynthebeast: I have to apologize to Scott. 

elsa: no shit

barbiefairytopia: Ease up, Bobby

beautynthebeast: Point being, I didn’t realize how badly I was overthinking things until Alex and I talked about it, and I’m sorry. 

barbiefairytopia: What exactly did you and Alex talk about? 

elsa: were u ignoring him too

beautynthebeast: I was. And I was being an asshole about it, honestly. 

beautynthebeast: To answer your question, Warren, Alex showed me how easy it could be to be with him if I just stopped worrying about the consequences, and I realized that worrying about it to the point of trying not to do anything wrong or hurt anyone caused me to hurt people anyway. 

elsa: ok sorry pause what do u MEAN alex showed u how easy it could be 

elsa: also i forgive u i just wanted to make u sweat a lil bit 

barbiefairytopia: Yeah I’m also stuck on that 

barbiefairytopia: Wdym he showed you 

barbiefairytopia: And yeah I forgive you we’ve all had a cheeky self-isolation moment as a treat 

elsa: real 

beautynthebeast: Thank you.

beautynthebeast: And it’s a bit TMI. I’ll tell you if you want me to, but I wanted to give you a warning. 

elsa: hanky panky be so fr 

elsa: u’ve bought me so many emergency condoms

barbiefairytopia: You gave us The Talk

elsa: and remember that time in 5th grade when we had to help u pry a tampon out of ur ass bc u thought it would stop up ur diarrhea???? 

barbiefairytopia: Why would you bring that up 

beautynthebeast: YOU PROMISED NEVER TO SPEAK OF IT 

barbiefairytopia: I’ve tried so hard to forget 

beautynthebeast: AGH 

elsa: EXACTLY!!!!! it was fucking gross!!! we learned a lot more abt u than we wanted to!!!!! but we still took the challenge upon ourselves!!!!!!!

barbiefairytopia: So much trauma

elsa: NOTHING is too TMI for us 

barbiefairytopia: I second that 

barbiefairytopia: Unfortunately 

beautynthebeast: You really could have made that point any other way. 

elsa: WRONG it was too funny to pass up 

elsa: and it’s important to #stayhumble

barbiefairytopia: Oh god the memories

beautynthebeast: Well, I’m thoroughly humbled. 

beautynthebeast: Alex and I had phone sex. 

barbiefairytopia: WHAT THE FUCK

elsa: warwar HOW did you not see that coming

barbiefairytopia: But Hank you’re so repressed???????

barbiefairytopia: How did you go from denying your feelings to phone sex!!!!!!!

beautynthebeast: I DON’T KNOW! HE SAID HE WANTED TO KISS ME AND THEN WE KEPT TALKING AND THINGS WENT FROM THERE! 

elsa: warren and i once did that while he was at the library

barbiefairytopia: BOBBY

elsa: the silent floor was a VERY fun challenge

barbiefairytopia: GOD

beautynthebeast: What about the books????!?!?!??!

barbiefairytopia: I wasn’t jacking off onto the BOOKS, HANK 

beautynthebeast: GOOD!!!!! The ones on the silent floor are very old!!!!!

elsa: i feel the conversation has devolved somewhat 

barbiefairytopia: YOU BROUGHT IT UP!!!!!

elsa: i was just giving suggestions!!!!!

beautynthebeast: S U G G E S T I O N S ? ?  ? ? ? ? ?

 

the department queers

(Members: Raven Darkholme-Adler and Erik Lehnsherr)

Monday, September 26th, 7:05pm

nevermore: So. You plan on marrying my brother 

mirandapriestly: Who told you. 

nevermore: No one

mirandapriestly: I’ll put you in a tutorial with Madelyne Pryor and Emma Frost. 

nevermore: FINE Irene had a vision of you asking Charles

mirandapriestly: Raven. Your wife is not psychic. 

nevermore: She absolutely is you heinous bitch 

nevermore: She predicted it when you fistfought Shaw in the parking lot, she predicted Charles bringing cannolis to dinner, she predicted Wanda decking Emma with a metal chair, AND she predicted our meet-cute

nevermore: I may be Raven, but she’s the one gazing into the future

mirandapriestly: God. 

nevermore: So when are you proposing? 

mirandapriestly: I’m not certain. Likely next semester. 

mirandapriestly: I was going to ask you first, but you beat me to it.

nevermore: Of course I did, my wife’s psychic

mirandapriestly: I’m sure she is.

nevermore: You love him? 

mirandapriestly: Yes. I have since our first year teaching together. 

nevermore: Gross

nevermore: Are you prepared for Jean??

mirandapriestly: Jean’s been very kind to me so far. 

nevermore: Is Charles prepared for the twins??

mirandapriestly: No one is ever prepared for the twins. 

7:10pm

mirandapriestly: Do you think he’ll say yes? 

nevermore: Yes

nevermore: Just don’t fuck it up 

 

Apartment O5 Ring Camera Footage

Monday, September 26th, 7:11pm.  

A short, muscular man approaches the door. He’s wearing blue jeans, a flannel, and a t-shirt that says MY EYES ARE UP HERE, with an arrow pointing down. He’s holding a lemon. Before ringing the doorbell, the man checks his reflection in the camera and tries to smooth his hair down. It’s sticking up in two cowlicks at the back of his head. It doesn’t work. He tries again, unsuccessfully, and growls, now aggressively holding down the cowlicks. He takes his hands away. They spring back up again. The man kicks a potted plant next to the door in frustration, and his foot goes right through it. It collapses with a ceramic clatter and an explosion of dirt. There are footsteps from inside the house. The man swears and scrambles to shove the plant debris out of the way. He sweeps the last bit of dirt under the rug as the door opens. He freezes. 

Scott steps outside in black, spotless sweatpants and a plain gray t-shirt. The man’s eye twitches when he sees it. 

“Logan, what are you–” 

The man–Logan–tosses the lemon to Scott, who catches it instinctively. 

“...doing here.” He finishes lamely. “What’s this?” 

Logan shrugs. “For your drinks.” 

There’s a pause.

“Thanks.” Scott slips the lemon into the pocket of his sweatpants and repeats, “what are you doing here?” 

Logan looks behind him. Nothing’s there. He looks back at Scott. “Jean’s coming.” 

“I know,” Scott says slowly. “Why?” 

“We have something to tell you.” 

Scott waits for him to elaborate. He doesn’t. 

“What is it?” 

Logan frowns at him. “I can’t tell you until Jean is here.” 

“Well why not?” Scott demands. His voice is higher, a little frustrated.

“That’s rude,” Logan answers, blinking. This is obvious. 

Scott’s hand goes to his pocket. He sets his shoulders. 

“Are you gonna let me in or what?” Logan sighs, just as Scott blurts out: “I’m not ready to date you.” 

There is a long, long pause. Like, really long. You could probably go read all of The Very Hungry Caterpillar in the time that they take to stare at each other. 

Logan takes a step forward. “What?” 

That puts Scott back online. “Not that you were going to ask me to. Or Jean. Actually, since you’re both coming and I doubt you’re–oh god. You’re probably here to tell me you’re dating. And you’re rejecting me. Fuck. Well that’s good anyway, because I’m not ready to. Though I’d–I’d try it, if you both wanted to. Not that you do. I’m–it’s been a lot of feelings lately? All at once. And that’s without anything even happening yet, so what the hell will happen to me when–if–and you, you dick, are so confusing! This is all so confusing!” 

Logan, whose head was tilted to the side as he listened, snaps to attention at “confusing.” He takes another step forward. 

“You were confusing.” 

Scott does an odd little shuffle, like half of him is being drawn in, and the other wants to get as far away as it can. 

“Were?” 

“Yeah.” Logan takes another step forward. Scott hops, for some reason. “You were, but now you’re not.” 

Scott’s feet try to hop again, and he plants them firmly on the ground. “What changed?” 

Logan smiles. This time, Scott takes a very decisive step forward. 

“I’ll show you. It’s not confusing like this.” Logan’s hand goes up, and Scott inhales sharply, and then–

SLAM. Keys jingling. Metal clang-clang-clangs as feet run up the stairs. A woman with long red hair and a bag full of pretzel sticks and cheese rushes into frame. 

“Sorry I’m late. Scott, can we come in?” 

Both men smile. 

 

Blandings + Alex GC 

Monday, September 26th, 7:34pm 

Janet: Have you spoken to your professor about getting your grade up yet? 

7:46pm 

Alex: No I haven’t yet

Janet: You said you would do that last week. 

Alex: I know but my professor was absent from Wednesday on  

Janet: Well you could still email him, Alex. 

Alex: I will today 

Andrew: I expect it to be done by the end of the day. 

Alex: I will 

Andrew: I thought that tutor was supposed to be helping you. Is he still working with you? 

Alex: Yes he is 

Andrew: Good. I didn’t have high hopes, after those tutors in high school refused to. 

Alex: Hank is good

Janet: Well, he needs to be working harder. Your grades should not be dipping this low at the start of the semester. 

Alex: It’s just bc we’ve barely had any assignments yet

Alex: I promise I’ll fix it 

Janet: We had to do a lot of negotiating to get any college to take you, considering your criminal history. Don’t waste it. 

Alex: I know

Andrew: If that tutor doesn’t make a change by the end of the month, I want you to fire him. We should’ve known better than letting you work with him. 

Alex: What?? 

Andrew: He’s one of Scott’s friends. 

Alex: Please don’t

Andrew: Don’t what? Scott is a bad influence. 

Alex: He’s really not 

Janet: Don’t argue with Andrew, Alex. 

Alex: He’s my brother, you expect me not to stick up for him?? 

Andrew: Stick up for him? I’m not bullying him, Alex. He’s a grown man, he can handle himself.

Alex: You could give him some grace though

Janet: Well you should live with him, if we’re such terrible guardians. 

Alex: That’s not what I’m saying

Janet: He lets you get away with too much, and you know it. Scott wouldn’t pay for your school. 

Alex: I never asked to go to school anyway

Andrew: You can’t live a life dancing and setting buildings on fire. 

Janet: You have to be preparing for the future at all times. You’ve already wasted your adolescence. We’re not letting you waste your adulthood, too. 

Andrew: Not the way Scott does.

Alex: What has he even done to you???

Andrew: He doesn’t respect us as your parents, Alex. If he doesn’t respect us, then he doesn’t respect you.  

Andrew: And, if this Hank person is Scott’s friend, I don’t know that we can trust him to tutor you either. 

Alex: That’s not fair 

Janet: Then tell him to take it seriously, or he’s fired. 

Alex: I’m paying him with my money?? 

Andrew: You have to do what’s best for you. He needs to step it up, or you need to consider exactly how worthwhile his tutoring is. 

Andrew: Do you understand? 

Alex: Fine 

 

your brother is an idiot

Monday, September 26th, 8:02pm 

Alex Summers: Do you wanna call 

Hank McCoy: What kind of call? 

Alex Summers: Sex

Alex Summers: If you want to 

Hank McCoy: Give me 5 minutes to take this clay out of the oven. 

Alex Summers: Okay

Alex Summers: Are you sculpting

Hank McCoy: Sort of?? It’s an experiment for my chemistry class. 

Alex Summers: Cool 

8:06pm

Hank McCoy: Are you alright? You seem a bit down. 

Alex Summers: Yeah I’m just shit at school and it’s pissing me off

Hank McCoy: You’ve been doing really well in our tutoring sessions. Is there a new assignment that’s frustrating you? You know I’m happy to help.  

Alex Summers: It doesn’t come naturally to me 

Alex Summers: But I need to get my grades up or I’m gonna flunk out and I’ll have wasted two years of money for nothing

Hank McCoy: Alex, you have B’s and C’s. You’re not going to flunk out. 

Alex Summers: I need you to help me get them to A’s

Alex Summers: It’s not good enough right now 

Hank McCoy: Says who?  

Alex Summers: Says the Blandings

Alex Summers: I didn’t even fucking want to go to college

Alex Summers: But a kid with a prison record and no degree isn’t gonna get jobs

Hank McCoy: You can get a job, Alex. You’re smart, funny, and charismatic, not to mention talented. You don’t have to get A’s in science and math to be worth something in the workforce. 

Alex Summers: I don’t want to be in California

Alex Summers: I fucking hate this school and this city

Alex Summers: I wanna see you and Scott, but there’s no fucking way the Blandings are gonna let me visit you over break

Alex Summers: They hate both of you

Alex Summers: I don’t even think they like me 

Alex Summers: They just want a project

Hank McCoy: Okay. Alex, you’re going to call me. We’re not going to have sex, but we are going to talk. You need to get out of your head.

Hank McCoy: What usually helps you when you spiral? 

Hank McCoy: I know Scott feels better when he distracts himself with a movie or something similar. 

Alex Summers: What

Alex Summers: Scott doesn’t get like this

Hank McCoy: He does, actually. 

Hank McCoy: Would you rather speak with him? He probably understands it better than I do. 

Alex Summers: I already tried to call him, he didn’t pick up 

Hank McCoy: He might be kickboxing. 

Hank McCoy: You’ll have to settle for me, then. 

Alex Summers: Damn

Alex Summers: Comforted by my own boyfriend

Alex Summers: Embarrassing

Hank McCoy: Very funny. 

Alex Summers: Ooooh, sarcasm

Alex Summers: Sure we can’t have sex???

(Hank McCoy is calling Alex Summers) 

Hank McCoy: Answer the phone, bozo. 

 

we should totally just stab caesar 🗡

(Members: Anna-Marie, Remy LeBeau, Kitty Pryde, Jubilee, Wade Wilson, Ororo Munroe, Kurt Wagner, Wanda Maximoff) 

Monday, September 26th, 8:26pm

Kurt Wagner: i changed my mind i want to be kept in the chat for the drama

Jubilee: SO real 

janis: i’ve decided we can freestyle this a bit

janis: theatre people, you’re going to be the ground team 

janis: harmless inconveniences every rehearsal, but not to the point of suspicion 

Jubilee: hell fuckin yes i’ve already put gum under her chair so that her heels get stuck in it 

janis: now that’s the kind of work ethic i want to see!!!!

janis: rogue and remy, i’ll need you to plant dissent

Remy LeBeau: we are expert shit talkers 

Anna-Marie: and subtle about it! that southern upbringing >>>>>> 

janis: exactly why i chose you 

janis: hit her with all the “bless your heart”s you desire

(Anna-Marie changed their name to southernfriedsabotage) 

(Remy LeBeau changed their name cajuncoupdetat) 

janis: wade, my dad’s changing assigned seating in class next week 

janis: when that happens, i’ll have it rigged so that you’re next to emma

janis: be your most annoying self

damian: how annoying? spideypool annoying, or poolverine annoying? 

damian: because believe me baby, i can drive them both up the wall in five seconds flat

janis: i don’t know what either of those words mean 

damian: you’ll only need to know one

damian: no one in their right mind would separate me and my baby boy 

damian: and the author’s got a lot of spideypool bookmarked, so i feel good about my chances 

damian: pluuuus the tags say peanut’s already taken 😫😫😫

damian: though he’s probably doing the takin

damian: scotty boy’s a total bottom 

Kitty Pryde: am i having a stroke 

damian: you tell me shadowcat 

Ororo Munroe: Wade’s insanity aside…

Ororo Munroe: What’s your role in this, Wanda? 

janis: cassius

janis: i’m in charge of moving the pieces around

Jubilee: and we’re the pieces???? 

janis: yes

janis: i tell you what to do and you do it 

damian: i just came 

 

witching hour 

(Members: Ororo Munroe and Wanda Maximoff) 

Monday, September 26th, 8:48pm 

goodwitch: What happened with Emma? 

goodwitch: I won’t push if you don’t want to talk about it, but this is a pretty elaborate scheme you’re setting up 

goodwitch: And you decked her with a steel chair 

goodwitch: I don’t doubt you’d do that unless she deserved it 

goodwitch: So? 

badwitch: aww i love when you ask me nicely 

badwitch: emma and i were really close friends in my first year

badwitch: she was a second year, and she convinced me to sign up for theatre

badwitch: i became her little pet 

badwitch: she showed me off to everyone as her prodigé, took me to cast parties, set me up with girls, etc. 

badwitch: she and maddie were already in their weird toxic situationship at that point, and she’d invite me to go on dates with them 

badwitch: it felt strange

badwitch: they’d say really sexual stuff to each other and watch me get flustered and make fun of me for it 

badwitch: looking back i think they got off on making me embarrassed

badwitch: power and all that 

goodwitch: That’s fucked 

badwitch: but i was 18, so i didn’t really question it 

badwitch: i just assumed that was how they were

badwitch: and emma made me feel like people were impressed by me, so i stuck around

badwitch: i like power too

badwitch: she let me follow her around like a puppy for the semester, and in january she told me to sign up for the student-written play competition that the department does every year

badwitch: my dad was on the judging panel like always, so i’d heard about it before

badwitch: i submitted a play i’d written about my mom and her identity as a romani woman, because it’s important to me and i was a stupid little first year so i thought that it would be meaningful enough to submit

goodwitch: It does sound meaningful, Wanda

goodwitch: Why do you seem ashamed of it?  

badwitch: i’m getting to that

badwitch: my play ended up being chosen to be performed, which was really exciting 

badwitch: we were 2 days into rehearsals when we had to put them on hold, because a few students had apparently submitted concerns to the headmaster about the competition being rigged, because i’m erik’s daughter and i wrote a play about his dead wife

goodwitch: Oh no 

badwitch: once the word got out about the investigation into the integrity of the competition (aka my dad) a bunch of other students started submitting complaints about previous plays involving gay or Jewish characters or plots involving AIDS or the Holocaust and all of that bullshit 

badwitch: exclusively themes which they knew related to my dad 

badwitch: which no one had ever had a problem with before. but that didn’t matter apparently!!!! 

badwitch: dad was kicked off of the judging panel because of all those complaints, even though he’d been on the panel for decades and no one had ever thought it was Weird or Biased before 

badwitch: because it wasn’t

badwitch: anyone who’s met my dad knows he’s the judgiest, cuntiest man in the world 

badwitch: he’s going to choose based on the best writing alone, and if anyone *was* trying to suck up to him with those themes, he’d read them to filth

goodwitch: Obviously

badwitch: but he got kicked off, and at that point the investigation had lasted for so long that they made the decision to not go forward with my play

badwitch: instead, guess whose play they chose? 

goodwitch: No fucking way

badwitch: yep

badwitch: emma submitted a play without telling me 

badwitch: so her play about three sisters at boarding school in boston was performed instead!!!! 

badwitch: meanwhile i’m getting ostracized because people are suddenly saying i’m a nepo baby and my writing isn’t good and bla bla bla and that’s when emma chose to stop hanging out with me and supporting me 

badwitch: so naturally because i’m a petty bitch i did some digging

badwitch: the complaints went straight to the head of the department’s email 

badwitch: this is when i asked for my dad’s ta raven’s help

badwitch: raven has an administration account, AND she’s great at making herself trustworthy 

badwitch: she can get into anything, disguise herself as anyone, etc. 

badwitch: i had her get close with the head of the department, then watch her type in her email password one day at lunch while allegedly asking if she could check that raven’s email to her went through

badwitch: so raven logs into the dept head’s email later that night and finds the complaints, and lo and behold they’re all forwarded from one email address, someone named christian 

badwitch: who the fuck is christian, you ask? EMMA’S BROTHER 

goodwitch: NO 

badwitch: YES 

badwitch: so i put two and two together and confronted her about it, and she didn’t admit to anything, but it was obviously fucking her 

badwitch: the complaints about the Jewish and gay themes weren’t her, as far as i know

badwitch: she just ignited the fire so that she could get her shitty play performed

goodwitch: Holy shit 

badwitch: so i cussed her out, quit theatre, and the rest is history 

badwitch: the worst part is that she didn’t just ruin my experience

badwitch: my dad really loved being involved in that competition 

badwitch: he won’t admit it, but i know he did because he always asks me about it when it rolls around each year

badwitch: my beef with her isn’t just personal, it’s familial 

badwitch: i want to take her down the same way she took us down 

badwitch: only difference is she didn’t have any reason to 

goodwitch: Alright originally I was against the idea of revenge

goodwitch: Now though

goodwitch: I think a few pranks are less than she deserves

badwitch: exactly my thoughts

 

To: Charles Xavier 

Cc: Raven Darkholme-Adler

 

Playwriting Competition–Fixed 

Monday, September 26th, 9:14pm 

 

Dear Professor Xavier and Mrs. Darkholme-Adler, 

 

I hope you’re well! I apologize for the late email. 

 

I recently learned that Professor Erik Lehnsherr was removed from the judging panel for the annual student playwriting competition held by the theatre department. I believe that the circumstances in which he was removed were unfair, and I believe, Mrs. Darkholme-Adler, that you have information which would support my supposition. 

 

I understand that this is not related to my personal academic experience, but, as a Political Science student, it is important to me that justice–even at a university theatre level–is upheld. I wish to reinstate Professor Lehnsherr to the judging panel, if possible. 

 

It is important to have support on a more administrative matter, I know, so I am asking for that support from the two of you. If you are willing to help me build a case for Professor Lehnsherr, I would be very grateful. 

 

Thank you, 

Ororo Munroe 

 

barbershop quartet 

Monday, September 26th, 11:25pm 

iceicebaby: OKAY SCOTTY IT’S BEEN FOUR HOURS AND THIRTY-TWO MINUTES EXACTLY 

iceicebaby: I’M GOING TO ASSUME THAT BY NOW U THREE HAVE BANGED DOWN A FEW TIMES AND U ARE READY TO DEBRIEF 

iceicebaby: WHAT HAPPENNNNNNNEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD

nepobaby: REAL give us the tea 🍵🍵🍵🍵 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

beastmode: OKAY I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE!!!! WHAT HAPPENED!!!! 

 

princess protection program

Monday, September 26th, 11:26pm 

elsa: who were u on the phone withhhhhhhhh

barbiefairytopia: HMMMMMMMMM

beautynthebeast: Alex. 🥰

elsa: AWWWWWWWWW 

elsa: damn both the summers brothers are getting into fulfilling romantic relationships why can’t i have some of that 

barbiefairytopia: Ikr 

 

barbershop quartet

Monday, September 26th, 11:27pm 

scottydoesntknow: They kissed

 

princess protection program 

Monday, September 26th, 11:27pm 

elsa: oh fuck 

beautynthebeast: There’s still hope!!! 

 

barbershop quartet

Monday, September 26th, 11:27pm

nepobaby: Wait like. In front of you? 

 

  princess protection program 

Monday, September 26th, 11:28pm 

elsa: warren my love are u fucking stupid 

barbiefairytopia: IT’S GOOD TO CLARIFY BITCH

 

barbershop quartet

Monday, September 26th, 11:28pm

scottydoesntknow: No not in front of me 

 

  princess protection program 

Monday, September 26th, 11:28pm

elsa: told u 

barbiefairytopia: You suck so bad 

elsa: and swallow ;) 

beautynthebeast: I am still here. 

 

barbershop quartet

Monday, September 26th, 11:28pm

scottydoesntknow: Last night 

scottydoesntknow: Technically this morning

beastmode: And…how are we feeling about that? 

 

   princess protection program 

Monday, September 26th, 11:29pm

elsa: HANK HELP LKJFSDLKJHFL:KSDHGLJHSD

beautynthebeast: WHAT! 

elsa: I CAN’T LSDKJFLSDKFJK

barbiefairytopia: FOCUS UP I WANT THE TEA

 

barbershop quartet

Monday, September 26th, 11:28pm

scottydoesntknow: Well Logan almost kissed me on the porch before Jean showed up

scottydoesntknow: So

iceicebaby: WHAT

nepobaby: CLARIFICATION N O W

beastmode: ^^^^^^^

scottydoesntknow: It’s fine??? I think??? 

scottydoesntknow: Because they kissed each other last night but they also said that they both like me too 

nepobaby: Not to ask the dumb questions but I’m just making sure the details of this are 100% nailed down 

iceicebaby: pls

nepobaby: They like you as in they *like* like you??? 

scottydoesntknow: Yes

iceicebaby: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

nepobaby: EVERYBODY CHEERED

beastmode: OH MY GOD IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! 

iceicebaby: what did u say what did u say 

iceicebaby: DID U SMOOCH 

nepobaby: Did you do more than smooch???? 👀👀👀👀👀

beastmode: I’m on the edge of my seat!!!! 

scottydoesntknow: Not exactly??? They told me and my brain sort of exploded

scottydoesntknow: It’s like it sped-run every single thing we’d said to each other and every time we’d looked at each other or texted each other and all of the club night in vivid vivid detail, especially their outfits and I just 

scottydoesntknow: Maybe I panicked. A bit

iceicebaby: OH NO

beastmode: That’s very fair.

scottydoesntknow: And then I said I had to sneeze and I locked myself in the bathroom for thirty minutes to process 

nepobaby: Scott oh my god 

scottydoesntknow: I KNOW. I KNOW 

scottydoesntknow: But then Jean knocked on the door and sat outside and just?? Talked to me???

scottydoesntknow: Explaining her polyamory and exactly how she feels about me and how she hopes we can all be in a relationship but if I don’t want that then that’s okay too 

scottydoesntknow: And I said I was overwhelmed and she said “that’s okay. Logan and I can just sit here.” and then they did 

scottydoesntknow: And they talked to me about how much they like me for a while

iceicebaby: this is the sweetest most thoughtful flirting i’ve ever heard i’m going to melt into a puddle 

nepobaby: Right I’m genuinely on the verge of tears

beastmode: It feels good to be understood. 

scottydoesntknow: It does 

scottydoesntknow: So finally I came out bc I was feeling more calm and I sat with them on the floor 

scottydoesntknow: Which I was worried they would think was weird but they didn’t even mention it 

scottydoesntknow: And I kept fidgeting with my bracelet but Logan reached out to stop my hand and just kind of. Left his over mine??? And I lost it a little bit??? 

beastmode: What do you mean, lost it? 

scottydoesntknow: Well I stared at his hand and spaced out a little and then Jean asked if I was okay and she’d taken my hand too and I looked up and she was staring at me and I. Kissed her 

nepobaby: AHYHHH

iceicebaby: HOLY SHIT 

scottydoesntknow: And then I kissed Logan 

nepobaby: FUCKING NICE ONE 

iceicebaby: AJLFKJSDFKL:JSDLK:JFJLDSFK I’M AFHDSLHFSDHJHDHHHHHHHHSJDF

beastmode: I’m so proud!!!!!!!!

beastmode: What happened then??????? 

scottydoesntknow: I think the adrenaline was getting to me because I was shaking a bit and Logan pulled back and Jean noticed too and she was like. I think maybe we should stop the kissing for now and take a breath 

iceicebaby: JKLJGFLKJLSDK GOD SHE’S SUCH AN ICON 

scottydoesntknow: So she got up and made all of us tea and we sat on my couch and Logan put on a movie and showed us a bunch of cuts healing up on his hand because he accidentally shattered glass the other day apparently?? And Jean jokingly kissed it better and he got this Look on his face

scottydoesntknow: I saw it before at the library when I got him away from that jackass

scottydoesntknow: So I called him an idiot NICELY and put him in the middle of the couch and then we all just sat together and watched the movie 

scottydoesntknow: I think it was one of the best moments of my life 

iceicebaby: I’M MELTING. I AM MELTING 

nepobaby: Real tears and I’m not even kidding 

beastmode: You need to marry them. I’ve decided. 

scottydoesntknow: Anyway we’re still on the couch 

scottydoesntknow: Logan fell asleep but Jean’s watching me text you guys lol 

scottydoesntknow: jottganselfie.jpg

iceicebaby: STOP THIS IS SICKENING 

beastmode: MARRIAGE!!!!!

nepobaby: Jesus Christ I am so acutely single fuck my life

iceicebaby: THROWING UP RAINBOWS AND GLITTER FUCK ALL OF YOU 

scottydoesntknow: Hey, this is Jean! Just wanted to say hi! Looks like I finally found out what ‘barbershop quartet’ is, Bobby 😉

iceicebaby: GODDDDD SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 

nepobaby: Just kill me. Genuinely just kill me 

beastmode: Hi Jean!!! 

scottydoesntknow: Okay it’s me again lol 

scottydoesntknow: I’m gonna go but I’ll text you guys tomorrow and we can meet up before class? 

beastmode: Sounds good! 

iceicebaby: GO BE IN LOVE BB WE SUPPORT YOU!!!!!!!!!!! BE SAFE!!!! 

nepobaby: This is way too much emotion for basically midnight

nepobaby: I need a lie down 

iceicebaby: real 

iceicebaby: goodnight babyyyyyyyy

nepobaby: Night night 

beastmode: Goodnight!

 

alleged furries

Tuesday, September 27th, 3:02am 

shortking: i kissed scott too :) 

kurtwanker: I AM GOING TO KILL YOU 

kurtwanker: STOP REVEALING INFORMATION THIS WAY

Notes:

we are SOOO fucking back HELLO!!!

Sorry for the late update, August has been crazy busy (in a good way!) and my flat didn't have WiFi for a week!! But we make do and write fanfiction in the uni library 😌

ANYWAY LET'S GET INTO IT:
- "it's jean from poli sci" she says as if bobby hasn't spent the better part of this fic talking abt her
- "i want scott to be the 1st to know so he doesn't feel out of the loop" AWWW JEANNNNN. he's out of the loop in MANY other ways don't you worry
- jean n bobby matching each other's energy
- i have a crush on the imaginary scott @ christkindlemart in my head <3 i wish i could airdrop the image in my head to y'all
- NOT BOBBY LETTING HIS MENTAL ILLNESSES SLIP
- how DID he get the deep freeze in his flat
- logan is so cryptic. girl give him SOMETHING
- hank is in such a good mood now that he n alex have boned down i'm so proud of him
- barbershop quartet truly are besties for the restie. who else will pull a tampon outta ur ass
- bobby and warren be normal for 2 seconds challenge
- WHAT! ABOUT! THE! BOOKS!
- suggestions?? wdym by that bobert
- stop. everyone appreciate my genius in making raven's nickname "nevermore"
- the time stamp for do you think he'll say yes..aww erik you're nervous
- kurt and jubilee absolutely gave logan that shirt btw
- logan vs. scott's plain clothes CONTINUES
- I'M NOT READY TO DATE YOU 🤨 are you sure about that scott 🤨
- a lightbulb lichrally appeared over logan's head when scott said "confusing"
- WHY IS HE HOPPING I CANT
- "it's not confusing like this" logan really said oh let me clear that up for you
- both of them smiling once jean shows up <3333333 they're so whipped for each other
- "have you spoken to ur professor abt getting ur grade up yet?" gave me flashbacks fr
- god the whole alex + blandings conversation is so horribly relatable babe i'm so sorry
- what HAS scott done to them???
- the blandings: actually alex you can't make choices for yourself xoxo
- alex IMMEDIATELY wanting to have sex w hank again bc hank makes him feel worthy,,, jesus christ i made myself sad w that one
- "i don't even think they like me" GOD
- alex lowkey idolizing his older brother ://////
- KURT IS SO ME GIVE ME THE TEA
- jubilee heard 'fuck with emma' and immediately took that as her god-given duty. gum up those heels girl!!!
- SOUTHERN FRIED SABOTAGE AND CAJUN COUP D'ETAT. SOME OF MY BEST WORK
- was that....a spideypool teaser????? surely not,,,,,
- SLDFJLS "he's probably doing the takin" WADE
- "aww i love when you ask me nicely" HEY 😀 what 🔫
- maddie and emma really are made for each other they are Such bad people
- or are they just in their 20s lkdfjslfj
- me, using my copious experience w theatre trauma to give wanda a fun lil backstory: 4 x 2
- MCU look at me. let wanda and pietro be romani
- wanda said idgaf if you fuck me over but if you fuck with my family it's over for you
- ororo like actually. emma can choke KLFJSLDKJF
- also her immediately trying to get erik reinstated <3 gods SHEEEE
- "damn both the summers brothers getting into fulfilling romantic relationships why can't i have some of that" well bobby you could if you just. looked up for a second
- the going between chats to talk about what's happening in the main chat is SO real
- ALSO BOBBY HOW ARE YOU ACTING LIKE ROMANCE IS MILES AWAY WHILE CALLING WARREN "MY LOVE" AND "BABY" I-
- HANK IS SO BACK!!!!!
- JOTTGANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN EVERYBODY CHEERED💥💥💥
- LOVE that scott's bathroom excuse was needing to sneeze. he bluescreened
- GODDDD JEAN GREY THE WOMAN YOU ARE
- they're all so good for each other i'm gonna throw up. letting him breathe and sitting with him.....they get it. they fucking get it
- "it feels good to be understood" "it does" scott agrees, not knowing hank is talking about HIS BROTHER
- JEAN AND LOGAN BEING LIKE HEY BABY YOU'RE FREAKING OUT LET'S WAIT ON THE KISSING FOR A BIT. THEY RESPECT BOUNDARIES AND THEY CARE SO MUCH AND I LOVE JOTTGAN SO FUCKING MUCH GUYS
- jean kissing it better just like logan thought she would...
- "jesus christ i am so acutely single fml" oh warren.
- BARBERSHOP QUARTET FULL CIRCLE!
- AND AGAIN KURT STEALS THE SHOW GODS BLESS MY LITTLE GERMAN BOY

And that's the chapter!! I hope you guys enjoyed it, I know it was a lil angstier than usual but!! xmen IS a soap opera after all
ALSO JOTTGAN RAHHHHHHHHH I really really hope that that was satisfying for y'all!!!! (they're about to be SICKENING)

Let me know what you think!! (And if you've listened to Short n' Sweet, GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS) I love and appreciate you all!!

See you soon <3

Chapter 13: herr know-it-all

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

teenage mutant ninja turtles

Wednesday, September 28th, 8:35am 

leonardo: GOOD MORNING 

leonardo: Guess who’s on my couch rn 

9:17am 

leonardo: Oh shit I forgot you’re 3 hours behind 

10:48am 

michelangelo: Good morning who’s on your couch !!!!!! 

leonardo: JEAN AND LOGAN 

leonardo:  Well they just left because they have to get dressed before class but 

leonardo: They WERE on my couch when I texted you

michelangelo: WHAT WHAT WHAT 

michelangelo: TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE DID YOU GET VERY FAR 

leonardo: NO WE JUST KISSED AND WATCHED MOVIES 

leonardo: And even if we DID get very far I wouldn’t tell you 

michelangelo: WHAT WHY

leonardo: YOU’RE MY BROTHER 

leonardo: There are things about my life that you do NOT need to know 

michelangelo: I would tell you if I was getting down and dirty with someone 

leonardo: Please never do!!!!!!!!!! How about that!!!!!!

michelangelo: What if it was someone you know

leonardo: What

leonardo: Alex

leonardo: Please tell me you’re not doing it with Lorna 

michelangelo: NO EW WHAT THE FUCK DUDE

michelangelo: IT WAS A HYPOTHETICAL SCENARIO 

leonardo: Well that’s the only person both of us know that I can think of!!! 

leonardo: Aside from my friends obviously!!!

michelangelo: Right okay so IF I was doing the do with one of your friends 

michelangelo: You wouldn’t want me to tell you

michelangelo: Because it falls under the category of me having sex which you’re a prude about for some reason

leonardo: “For some reason” I DON’T NEED TO KNOW BRO 

michelangelo: Right so does that apply to if it’s one of your friends

leonardo: I mean 

leonardo: I think I’d want to know that you two were Acquainted, but I wouldn’t want to know exactly what you’re doing

leonardo: Like remember that crush you had on Bobby?? 

michelangelo: Humiliating. Yes 

leonardo: If you had asked him out and you’d started dating I’d want to know that you’re together 

leonardo: I wouldn’t want to know where your dates are and how often you’re going on them and whether or not he’s blown you yet you know what I mean 

michelangelo: But you would be cool with it??

leonardo: It would be weird but I wouldn’t be upset or anything 

leonardo: As long as you told me I’d be fine with it 

leonardo: I would NOT want details

leonardo: And Bobby would be getting the shovel talk because I’m on your side always 

michelangelo: Interesting 

leonardo: Would you be weirded out if I was dating Lorna

michelangelo: EW 

leonardo: AFTER I WAS SO UNDERSTANDING?????????

michelangelo: YEAH GROSS 

leonardo: DUDE 

11:23am 

leonardo: Anyway how’s life going 

michelangelo: Meh it’s okay 

michelangelo: The Blandings still hate you and they think I’m gonna flunk out of school but it’s all good 

leonardo: What???

leonardo: When did they tell you that?? Recently??

michelangelo: Yeah yesterday I think 

leonardo: But your grades have gotten so much better?? 

leonardo: Also I haven’t spoken to them in months why do they hate me 

leonardo: It’s very inappropriate of them to be insulting me in a conversation with you 

michelangelo: Dude I agree 

michelangelo: But even though I’m of age now they’re still paying for school so I have to take some of their bullshit 

leonardo: I wish I was there to help

leonardo: I can try and book a flight this weekend if you want?? 

michelangelo: With what money 

leonardo: I have plenty saved

michelangelo: I’ll be fine 

michelangelo: But thank you 

leonardo: If you say so 

leonardo: You have a good support system in place right 

leonardo: Lorna’s helping you?? 

michelangelo: Yes mother 

leonardo: Okay good 

leonardo: And I’m sure you can talk to your teachers too 

michelangelo: I feel obligated to remind you that we’re well past the point of you trying to impress social workers to be my legal guardian

leonardo: Fuck those social workers

michelangelo: That’s gotta be a violation of some kind 

leonardo: You know what I mean dickwad 

leonardo: They should’ve taken better care of you 

michelangelo: Same to you 

leonardo: :/ 

michelangelo: At least we can bond over foster care trauma right 

leonardo: Ten years later 

michelangelo: Stop getting sad I can feel it from here 

leonardo: :(((((((((((

michelangelo: Turn that frown upside down cunt 

leonardo: ))))))): 

michelangelo: I should kick your ass 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Wednesday, September 28th, 11:56am 

jncojean: WE GOTTA GO FOR COFFEE ONCE CLASS IS DONE 

orororoyourboat: YEAH I WAS GONNA SAY 

orororoyourboat: I have Wanda vs. Emma updates 

orororoyourboat: What do you have???????

jncojean: Watch this 

orororoyourboat: EXCUSE ME  

orororoyourboat: SINCE WHEN ARE YOU KISSING SCOTT SUMMERS CASUALLY ON THE CHEEK 

jncojean: And!!! It’s not over yet

orororoyourboat: AND FIXING LOGAN’S HAIR????????????

jncojean: Mwahahahaha

orororoyourboat: This is going to be the best debrief of all time 

jncojean: Oh absolutely 

jncojean: I NEED to know what happened with Wanda and Emma 

orororoyourboat: And IIIIIIIII need to know why Scott keeps making eyes at Logan

jncojean: SOON 

jncojean: As of right now though Charles has a lecture planned 

orororoyourboat: I’m going to need some updates on him and Erik as well 

jncojean: You know it bro 

orororoyourboat: Off to the poli sci races

 

tomorrow (i love ya) 

Wednesday, September 28th, 2:34pm

warbucks: Hello Dear! Erik and I are working on the room assignments for the field trip to D.C. Would you like to share a room with your sister? Love Charles

annie: Let me ask Maddie, we’ve had a rough few weeks

warbucks: Jean, sounds good! Let me know. Love Charles

 

Checking In 

Wednesday, September 28th, 2:44pm 

 

Raven, 

 

Have you seen Ororo Munroe’s email concerning the playwriting competition and Erik’s reinstatement? I’m curious as to your thoughts, as I was not involved in that debacle–though I heard quite a bit about it. Her concern with injustice has moved me to concern of my own. What did she mean, that you have information which supports her theory? 

 

And, as brother to sister rather than colleagues, on a personal note: should I tell Erik about this? I don’t wish for him to be left in the dark; though I do get the strangest feeling that Ms. Munroe intends this to be somewhat under-the-radar. Let me know. 

 

A man who seems to be on the verge of espionage, 

Charles 



Re: Checking In 

Wednesday, September 28th, 3:06pm 

 

Yes, I saw her email, and I agree with her. I’m sure you know the outline of the situation, but basically: Wanda’s play won the competition, people complained about nepotism, they investigated the panel (Erik), word got out, more people complained about plays with Jewish characters and themes being chosen, they struck Wanda’s play from the spring season, and Erik got booted off. 

 

It was complete bullshit start to finish, and Ororo’s right: I have evidence to prove that those initial complaints, specifically, were the biggest bullshit of them all. I have nothing on the rest of it, though. 

 

Erik should be on the panel. He loved it. 

 

Here’s my thought: Pietro told me that Wanda and Ororo have been “seeing” each other. Ororo’s not even involved in the theatre program. I’d bet good money that Wanda told her what happened and Ororo, being one of your students, is on a mission to make it right. The real question is whether we help her with it. I’m definitely inclined to, but it’s a risk–especially because we’re both closely tied to Erik. If we get the evidence to prove it, we’d still have to make sure that it doesn’t look like a case built on personal bias. 

 

As for telling Erik, don’t. If this is the sweet gesture of love I think it is, we don’t want Erik to spoil Ororo’s surprise. 

 

That said, do some probing. Not with your fingers. Ask him about the competition and whether he even misses it–subtly, duh. We’ll go from there. 

 

A woman already an expert at espionage, 

Raven

 

Re: Checking In 

Wednesday, September 28th, 3:17pm 

 

Raven, 

 

Good plan. I’ll see if I can’t get a little bit of information out of Erik. Whether or not I use my fingers to do so is absolutely none of your concern. 

 

Really though, you and Irene should run a detective agency. Between your skills with disguise and her predictions, you’d make a killing. Or rather, solve them. 

 

I have to say, I’m very proud of Ororo. She really could be president one day. 

 

Future master of interrogation, 

Charles



Re: Checking In 

Wednesday, September 28th, 3:24pm 

 

Sounds good. Just don’t make it obvious. Seriously. 

 

Speaking of Irene’s predictions, I meant to mention: she had a vision Monday night around 7:30. There was a boy named Alex packing his bags into a car, yelling at an older couple, and then driving away. He threw his phone out the window. 

 

I thought it was one of her random visions, but she thinks it’s related to you and Jean somehow. Wanted to let you know, just in case. 

 

Ominous visions aside, I’ll see you for brunch tomorrow? 

 

Future private eye, 

Detective Raven 

 

short n’ sweet

Wednesday, September 28th, 5:08pm 

feather: ALRIGHT Y’ALL THE ALBUM IS OUT NEW NAMES ARE IN ORDER 

(feather changed their name to juno) 

juno: bc jubilee and juno share the first two letters and also it’s the best song argue with the wall

espresso: I’M KEEPING ESPRESSO 

espresso: DON’T TAKE THIS FROM ME 

juno: I WON’T I PROMISE I SWEAR 

espresso: ok yippee!!!!!

(juno changed seamless’s name to taste) 

juno: bc i can totally see you in a murder competition 

taste: honestly yeah same 

taste: me vs. emma!!!!!!!

juno: REAL 

juno: and finally

(juno changed pushing20’s name to bedchem) 

juno: bc logan is now officially. the only one of us. LOCKED DOWNNNNNNNNN 

taste: THE CROP TOP WORKS EVERY TIME  

espresso: YOU ARE SO DESERVING OF LOVE 

bedchem: thanks 

espresso: that said i’m so bored now that i don’t have a love life to interfere with

juno: god that’s so me 

taste: i mean 

taste: if you want to keep busy

taste: you could join us in The People vs. Emma Frost 👀👀👀👀👀

taste: instead of just observing for the drama

bedchem: what’s that

taste: wanda hates emma so we’re pranking her in an effort to take her down 

taste: not sure why she hates her but we all have a reason so 

juno: kitty and i are the ground team so we get to inconvenience her on the daily 

juno: it rules

espresso: it just feels like bullying :/ 

bedchem: i’ll help 

bedchem: she hurt jean 

juno: yes logan!!!!!
taste: yeah i have to say i feel like a few inconveniences are the least of what she deserves 

taste: it’s not bullying it’s punching up 

espresso: but punching up is still punching 😕

juno: someone make that into a home goods sign

bedchem: nah there are other interesting things for you kurt 

bedchem: you’re just a nice person 

bedchem: anyone got any problems that need solving 

juno: hmmmmmm

juno: OH you couuuuuuuld set ali up with someone who isn’t a shitbag

taste: TRUE 

bedchem: you could fix jean’s relationship with maddie

taste: you could find out wtf was up with hank at hellfire

taste: honestly you should just make a little student therapy clinic at this point 

juno: OR

juno: AN ADVICE COLUMN 

taste: WAITTTTTTTTT THAT’S SO GOOD 

taste: the newspaper’s open to everyone i think 

taste: and they. are. STALE

juno: on god

juno: PLUSSSSS you have wade wilson’s number now so you could probs ask him to help you get in contact with the newspaper head of photography 

juno: bc isn’t he dating that guy 

taste: not a clue 

bedchem: who the fuck would wanna date wade wilson

espresso: nice alliteration!!!

bedchem: ACCIDENTAL 

espresso: anyway that’s actually a really good idea

espresso: logan you always say i give great advice

espresso: and half the time when i go to confession i end up giving the priest help with his problems

espresso: and we’re still early into the semester so it would probably be pretty easy to get into the newspaper

espresso: …you’ve convinced me 

taste: YES 

juno: WE HAVE TO BRAINSTORM NAMES 

juno: KURT’S KUTE KORNER 

bedchem: no 

juno: why :( 

bedchem: what do the initials make jubilee

juno: OH SHIT 

juno: SCRATCH THAT FROM THE RECORD

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Wednesday, September 28th, 5:45pm 

annie: Hey, Charles texted about room arrangements for the field trip to D.C. with Erik’s class

annie: Do you want to share a room or no 

hallie: well considering all the other girls in both our classes hate me i don’t exactly have a ton of options 

hallie: and if you say i brought that on myself i’m gonna be mad at you 

annie: I wasn’t going to say that 

annie: I was going to say that I don’t hate you and I think D.C. will be really fun 

annie: And we’ve had a rough couple of weeks 

annie: So maybe this will help a bit 

hallie: isn’t it four to a room

annie: I think so 

annie: I’m going to ask if we can share with Ororo, she’s fairly neutral 

annie: Is there anyone else you know? 

hallie: let’s see

hallie: emma’s out, ali hates my guts, rogue hates my guts on ali’s behalf, wanda hates my guts because she hates emma, and jubilee and kitty are gossips, so they probably hate me too

hallie: who’s the least awkward of those options

annie: Well, Jubilee and Kitty are friends with Logan, so probably one of them 

hallie: logan?????

annie: Tater tot 

hallie: ah

annie: I’ll see if Charles can put the three of us with one of them 

hallie: ok

hallie: thanks

annie: You’re welcome??

hallie: i’m trying to be nicer don’t be an asshole 

annie: Insulting people is kind of antithetical to being nicer

hallie: was that one of your SAT words

annie: 🤗

hallie: 😑

 

untitled chat 

Wednesday, September 28th, 6:08pm 

Kurt Wagner: hi wade!! this is kurt from “we should totally just stab caesar” 

Kurt Wagner: my friends said you know the head of photography for the school newspaper, and i’m wondering if you could put us in touch?? i’m thinking about running an advice column!!  

Wade Wilson: OMGEEEEEEEEEEEE

Wade Wilson: two twinky little acrobats in one place, can you believe?!?!?! 

Wade Wilson: i can deffo put you in contact w petey pie!! but i have one condition

Kurt Wagner: thank you so much!!!

Kurt Wagner: and whatever condition is totally fine! i understand making sure i’m not trying to pull the wool over your nose 

Wade Wilson: awwww kurtis you are SOO adorable mwah mwah

Wade Wilson: i know you’re not gonna flirt with himmmmm he could kick your ass 

Kurt Wagner: um

Wade Wilson: my condition is: i get to be part of the advice column 🥹🥹🥹

Kurt Wagner: oh??

Wade Wilson: hear me out 

Wade Wilson: sharks, may i introduce– Advice, Two Ways!! in this revolutionary take on the slightly dated advice column genre commonly found in early 2000s DCOMs and the Dork Diaries series, kurt wagner and wade wilson will take on YOUR problems with THEIR advice, served up two ways!! kurt will approach your dirty little secret with a squeaky-clean fix, and wade will solve your wholesome apple pie problems with a generous dollop of personal whipped cream. YOU choose which style of advice you take, but either way, you’re getting the best 2 for 1 deal in westchester!!!!!!!!!! 

Kurt Wagner: i had to put most of that into google translate

Kurt Wagner: but i think i get the concept???

Kurt Wagner: you’re saying if someone comes to us with a problem like “how do i get my ex to leave me alone,” i tell them to set clear boundaries and you tell them to set his car on fire???

Wade Wilson: EXACTEMENT 

Wade Wilson: PARFAIT LITTLE GERMAN BOY

Kurt Wagner: danke

Kurt Wagner: do you have advice that doesn’t involve crimes?

Wade Wilson: of COURSEEEEEEE 

Wade Wilson: your advice is original recipe and mineeee is the upgraded version

Wade Wilson: like cholula and cholula chipotle 

Wade Wilson: or aunt jemima and the pearl milling company

Kurt Wagner: i’m realizing i might have to put everything you say into google translate

Wade Wilson: i get that a lot 😘

Wade Wilson: so sharks, are you ready to invest?? 

Kurt Wagner: as long as you don’t encourage actual crime

Kurt Wagner: and we keep both of us anonymous in case we accidentally ruin someone’s life

Wade Wilson: already planning to ruin lives????? you’re a demon after my own heart <3333

Kurt Wagner: no you’re the demon, i’m the angel 

Kurt Wagner: in the context of the column

Wade Wilson: WHOOOOOOOOOSH 

Wade Wilson: that’s the sound of fourth-wall-breaks going right over your fuzzy blue head Kurt Wagner: maybe i should just hire a translator

Kurt Wagner: i like your enthusiasm wade

Kurt Wagner: and it’s good to approach a problem from multiple points of view

Kurt Wagner: i say we do it!!!!!

Wade Wilson: THANK YOU MR. WONDERFUL 

Wade Wilson: YOU WON’T REGRET THIS 

(Wade Wilson changed Kurt Wagner’s name to bluemangroup) 

(Wade Wilson changed their name to burnvictimchic) 

bluemangroup: annnnnnnd i’m right back to google translate

burnvictimchic: i think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

 

tomorrow (i love ya) 

Wednesday, September 28th, 6:23pm 

annie: Hey! Yes, Maddie and I want to room together. Can we also room with Ororo and Kitty? 

warbucks: Hi Jean, sounds perfect. I’m glad you and Maddie are sorting it out. The rooming assignments will be out tomorrow! Love Charles 

 

set fire to the rain (adele) 

Wednesday, September 28th, 7:56pm

jncojean: wakes up in a cold sweat IF YOU MADDIE KITTY AND I ARE IN A ROOM THEN THAT MEANS 

jncojean: THAT MEANS ALL THE OTHER GIRLS ARE IN A ROOM TOGETHER

orororoyourboat: Wait let me look at our class rosters for the trip

8:00pm

orororoyourboat: OH NO 

orororoyourboat: DISASTER 

jncojean: NUCLEAR LEVEL 

 

group project! 

Wednesday, September 28th, 8:12pm

pipsqueak: what do we call this chat now

pipsqueak: also jean do you wanna go crash scott’s ballet practice

jeannie: Only if that’s cool with you, Scott!!

8:25pm

slim: Sorry just got on water break 

slim: You can pick me up if you want? Don’t watch me dance though please

pipsqueak: you got it slim

jeannie: Sounds good! 

slim: I was thinking we could get ice cream or something but if you’re busy that is also cool

jeannie: I’m down for ice cream!

pipsqueak: same

pipsqueak: are we dating 

slim: Um

jeannie: Let’s talk about that in person, once we pick Scott up 

jeannie: Better to have that kind of conversation irl

pipsqueak: cool

pipsqueak: can we take your truck my motorcycle won’t fit three

jeannie: Sure!

slim: Thank you!! Rehearsal gets out at 9:00

slim: I have to get back to practice but I’ll see you then??

jeannie: Yes!!

pipsqueak: yep

pipsqueak: was that a bad question to ask

jeannie: Not at all! 

jeannie: But since we all have plans together, I thought it would be more productive to wait until we’re all in person

jeannie: It’s a very important question to discuss, Logan

jeannie: You’re doing the right thing

pipsqueak: okay

pipsqueak: making sure

jeannie: You’re all good ❤️

jeannie: See you soon!!

 

alleged furries 

Wednesday, September 28th, 8:31pm

shortking: we’re talking about if we’re dating tonight

kurtwanker: amazing!!! we love communication! 

shortking: what if they don’t want to 

kurtwanker: i think they will bärchen

kurtwanker: everything so far points to you being together

shortking: yeah

shortking: don’t tell anyone

kurtwanker: you know i never would

shortking: i’m scared

kurtwanker: oh logan

kurtwanker: that’s completely normal

kurtwanker: i’m sure they’re scared too

shortking: really

kurtwanker: yes

kurtwanker: this is unfamiliar territory for you and scott, with both of you realizing you like men and that you want to be in a relationship with multiple people

kurtwanker: jean’s had more time to get used to that about herself, but regardless

kurtwanker: entering a new relationship is always scary 

shortking: yeah

shortking: it has to go well

kurtwanker: it will

kurtwanker: and even if it doesn’t i’m here for you

shortking: kurt

kurtwanker: what’s up

shortking: i really like jean and scott

kurtwanker: yes

shortking: but i care about you more

shortking: you’re the best person 

shortking: and a damn good friend to a prickly bastard

kurtwanker: you’re the best person in my life too, logan

kurtwanker: i’ll never stop being your friend

kurtwanker: i love you very much 

shortking: i love you too

shortking: ok i think jean is here

shortking: i’ll keep you updated

kurtwanker: break a leg!!!

shortking: what

kurtwanker: it’s what the theatre people say for good luck 

shortking: oh

shortking: i’ll break my leg 

kurtwanker: not literally!!!!

shortking: i’ll metaphorically break my leg

kurtwanker: yes

shortking: ok cool

shortking: bye

kurtwanker: bye bärchen

kurtwanker: don’t overthink it!! call me if you need help 

shortking: i will 

 

hometown schmoetown

Wednesday, September 28th, 9:06pm

burningringofire: Should I tell Scott about Hank and I

noteasybeingreen: where’s this coming from

burningringofire: screenshot1.jpg and screenshot2.jpg

noteasybeingreen: i See 

noteasybeingreen: well first let’s fix that text

noteasybeingreen: it’s not a “should i” question, it’s a “should WE” question

noteasybeingreen: from everything he’s said hank is shitting his pants over telling scott

noteasybeingreen: so you both need to agree to tell him 

burningringofire: No shit

burningringofire: But if I show Hank what Scott said do you think he’ll want to tell him

noteasybeingreen: do you want to tell him??

noteasybeingreen: let’s start with that

burningringofire: Why are you therapizing me rn

noteasybeingreen: you asked for my help babe

noteasybeingreen: if i was therapizing you i’d be asking why you haven’t been coming to class

noteasybeingreen: and why you barely spoke when we were at tj’s the other day 

noteasybeingreen: but i’m not because you’re clearly in a shit place if you’re snapping at me over trying to help you with the problem you asked for my advice on 

burningringofire: Sorry

noteasybeingreen: thank you

noteasybeingreen: do you want my help or do you want to vent your concerns

burningringofire: I don’t know

burningringofire: There’s a lot going on 

noteasybeingreen: mhm

burningringofire: I want to solve at least one of my fucking problems

noteasybeingreen: and you’ve chosen telling scott??

burningringofire: It’s either that or finally stand up to the Blandings which is not going to happen

burningringofire: Or I drop out of college 

burningringofire: Or I keep working my ass off in a degree I hate to keep impressing people who don’t give a shit about me 

burningringofire: So telling Scott seems like the easiest one to tackle currently

noteasybeingreen: fair 

noteasybeingreen: if you dropped out you could come live with me 

noteasybeingreen: i’m not gonna let you float 

burningringofire: I’m not going to drop out 

noteasybeingreen: okay

noteasybeingreen: i think you should tell scott

noteasybeingreen: there’s no sense letting it cause more stress than you can handle

noteasybeingreen: it’s been what, 3 days?? 

noteasybeingreen: scott will understand

noteasybeingreen: if you let this go on for weeks or months without telling him, that’s when it starts to get harder and harder to explain 

noteasybeingreen: you trust scott 

noteasybeingreen: if he thinks you don’t, all his fears about not being able to take care of you are gonna rear their ugly heads

burningringofire: Yeah 

burningringofire: You’re right 

noteasybeingreen: always 

burningringofire: I wish everything wasn’t so fucking hard

noteasybeingreen: i know

noteasybeingreen: i’d fix it if i could 

burningringofire: Ew sappy

noteasybeingreen: and what bitch 

burningringofire: Bastard-ass

noteasybeingreen: pumpkin head

burningringofire: That’s a new one 

noteasybeingreen: talk to hank alex

burningringofire: Yeah fine

 

we should totally just stab caesar 🗡️

Wednesday, September 28th, 10:07pm 

janis: mission report??? 

damian: december 16 1991

janis: sure wade

janis: ground team??

Kitty: so jubes and i brainstormed the best ways to ruin a stage manager’s day 

Kitty: today’s solution: i grabbed all the leads for costume fittings at the MOST inopportune times to possibly grab them and kept them in the costume loft for far longer than was necessary 

Jubilee: i coordinated with set and props to pull emma away from rehearsal every time they were starting to get into a flow 

Jubilee: we had a variety of completely inane problems to ask her to consult on

Jubilee: by the fifth time steam was coming out of her ears 

janis: SUPERB 

janis: couldn’t have done it better myself

janis: lay low tomorrow to keep her from suspecting anything

janis: and we don’t want to ruin the show for everyone else 

Jubilee: aye aye captain 

Kitty: this is so much fucking fun 

Kitty: i argued with emma over whether our pantsuit for elle was dark pink or light red 

Kitty: her face was turning the same color as the suit

janis: this is DELICIOUS 

janis: alright southerners what’s the status

southernfriedsabotage: with ali’s blessing, remy and i’s agents have been telling any of the ensemble members who will listen about what happened with ali emma and maddie 

cajuncoupdetat: everyone knows the ensemble has the worst gossips 

janis: YOU ARE COOKING 

cajuncoupdetat: i told the pit that emma thinks their string section sounds totally off, but won’t tell them because she doesn’t think they’ll be good enough to fix it before the show 

Kitty: HOLY SHIT 

janis: oh my god 

Kurt Wagner: oh mein GOTT

southernfriedsabotage: also i’m telling everyone asking about the cast party that emma knows where it’s going to be held and to go and speak with her

southernfriedsabotage: emma has no idea where it is

southernfriedsabotage: and to make it even better i’ve had offers from maddie, ali, AND emma to host 

southernfriedsabotage: the plot thickens

cajuncoupdetat: like the perfect gumbo roux 

janis: god this is so cunty 

janis: i’m obsessed with all of you 

janis: now obviously wade i know that we haven’t changed the seating yet but do you have anything to report

damian: i’m so glad you asked elizabeth

damian: kurt and i are starting an ADVICE COLUMNNNNNNNNNNNNN

damian: with the blessing of my baby boy and miss betty brant 🥰 🥳 🤤

damian: send in YOUR filthiest little issues to us to get a chance to be featured IN an issue!!!!!!!!!!!

damian: so if anyone wants to submit a widdle pwoblem involving emma frosttttttt there’s EVERY chance that it miiiiiight just be answered 

Kurt Wagner: names will be anonymized!!

damian: but we’ll leave in juuuuuuuuuust enough info for the Right People to know 🦄

Ororo Munroe: So your plan is slander? 

damian: WRONG

damian: when it’s in print it’s libel 

damian: WEE OO WEE OO DATED REFERENCE ALERT 

Kurt Wagner: that’s only if we get questions about emma, but if we do…we’re obligated as certified advice columnists to give our honest opinion 🤷

damian: he’s so easily corrupted isn’t it cute 

Ororo Munroe: Does your “baby boy” know about this? 

damian: welllllll he’s sort of a Pinnacle of Justice in any universe, so not exactly

damian: but he loves my rogueish personality and charred avocado looks, so never fear, mi amigos!!!!!! 

damian: plus he’s not in charge of the paper, Triple J is 

damian: nothing to worry about 🌈 ✨ 🧚

Ororo Munroe: Sure? 

janis: wade. kurt. you are geniuses

janis: libel is JUST what our plan needed

janis: excellent work today, team 

janis: lay low tomorrow

janis: we’ll be in full force on friday 

damian: one might say. x-force

Kurt Wagner: what

Ororo Munroe: what

Jubilee: what

Kitty: what

southernfriedsabotage: what

cajuncoupdetat: quoi

damian: WHOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHH

 

barbershop quartet

Wednesday, September 28th, 10:47pm 

iceicebaby: GENTLEMEN, I JUST GOT OFF MY SHIFT AT THE PARLOR 

iceicebaby: WHO WANTS A RECAAAAAAAAAAAAP 

Notes:

GUTEN NAAAACHT!!! I hope y'all are well! This chapter's a nice lil break before the REAL chaos begins, so without further ado...let's get into it!
- me, moving the spotlight onto the summers brothers: mwahahaha
- TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE DOES HE ACT LIKE A BITCH
- "please tell me you're not doing it with lorna" lol alex x lorna is crazy who would do that. MARVEL COMICS.
- alex. why are u giving scott clues rn
- surprise alex DID have a crush on bobby lmao
- "as long as you told me i'd be fine with it" well as long as he tells you!! haha. ha
- need yall to know i consulted my friends for advice on how scott would react to this hypothetically bc i have a good idea but! we love research here
- scott go kick the blandings' ass challenge
- scott like I WILL FLY TO YOU. AND IF I CANT FLY I WILL DRIVE. LET ME HELP YOU
- "they should've taken better care of you" "same to you" oh my heart hurts
- JEAN RUFFLING LOGAN'S HAIR L:DSKFN:LKSDJH
- that debrief is gonna be 90% facial expressions and incomprehensible noises and honestly. good for them
- RETURN OF LOVE CHARLES
- raven actively switching into red string on a corkboard mode fjldksj
- "NOT with your fingers" WHAT
- he will not ask erik subtly btw
- irene. in a detective agency. irene adler. as a detective. do you guys. do you guys get i-- *emma drags me offstage*
- "you'd make a killing. Or rather, solve them" HE KNEW HE ATE
- IF YOU COULD GAZE INTO THE FUTUUUURE
- but i'm sure that vision is nothing to worry about
- WHAT'S YOUR FAVE SHORT N SWEET TRACK
- "YOU ARE SO DESERVING OF LOVE" KURT <333333
- fully expect "the people vs. emma frost" to be a chapter title
- i'm on kitty's side. punch up. uppercut. even
- "anyone got any problems" who DOESN'T have a problem rn
- SURPRISE KURT + WADE ADVICE COLUMN
- i had that idea randomly and it'll be so fucking funny i fear
- "who the fuck would wanna date wade wilson" oh logan if only you knew
- LOVE the image of kurt helping his priest in confession btw
- I'M SORRY FOR THE TITLE JOKE IT WAS TOO GOOD
- jean is trying so hard :/
- kurt do NOT tell wade any condition is fine
- spiderman vs nightcrawler who wins. WRONG they don't fight they get boba together
- YES THE TITLE IS A DORK DIARIES REFERENCE. I KNOW THAT DATES ME
- "generous dollop of personal whipped cream" wade winston wilson you did NOT just say that
- poor kurt w google translate open like what in fuck is this canadian saying
- "or aunt jemima and the pearl milling company" ryan reynolds let me write jokes for deadpool. i'm hilarious
- anyway if you want more kurt n deadpool go read the spiderman/deadpool comics!!
- charles. charles tell jean about the vision
- not that it's gonna be a problem
- THE TENSION IN THOSE FIELD TRIP ROOMS IS GONNA BE OFF THE CHARTS
- the way scott sets his boundary and they accept it no question....ough i love jottgan
- leave it to logan to ask the hard questions w no preamble whatsoever. he's so me
- and logan checking in like DID I FUCK UP god. I SEE YOU AND I AM YOU
- and THIS is why kurt will run an advice column
- every time he uses barchen i melt btw
- KURT N LOGAN FRIENDSHIP RAHHHHHH
- i love the difference between kurt n logan's convo vs alex n lorna's. logan is being gentle parented and lorna is laying down the law w no mercy
- alex immediately like sorry. lorna put him back in his place immediately i love her sm
- alex. i'm concerned. wdym you're not going to classes
- i love lorna she knows alex so well she knows when to push and when to back off she's a legend and they're BEST FRIENDS
- "mission report??" "december 16 1991" yeah i'm the funniest person alive
- jubilee and kitty are DIABOLICAL. fucking w a stage manager is BRAVE
- REMY FUCKIN SENDING OUT THE REYNOLDS PAMPHLET JESUS CHRIST
- never make an enemy of the pit. listen to me. they are not to be reckoned with
- go try gumbo if you haven't
- wade's issues pun was good honestly. slay king
- TOBEY SPIDERMAN REFERENCE
- WHOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHH
- ofc bobby works at the ice cream parlor. bc what do you expect from me

And that's the chapter!! I hope you all enjoyed it!! The semester's going to start soon, so just a warning in case updates are less frequent. Hopefully that won't happen, but we love proactivity! (Also I need you to know I was listening to a playlist called "songs that would kill steve rogers" while writing this end note)

My tumblr is secondstar-acorn!

See y'all on the next one MWAH MWAH WHOOOOOSHHHH

Chapter 14: the roommates pamphlet (have you read this?)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

barbershop quartet

Wednesday, September 28th, 10:47pm 

iceicebaby: GENTLEMEN, I JUST GOT OFF MY SHIFT AT THE PARLOR 

iceicebaby: WHO WANTS A RECAAAAAAAAAAAAP

nepobaby: HAND IT OVER 

iceicebaby: how badly do you want it 

nepobaby: That depends

nepobaby: What do you want me to do for it 

beastmode: I feel this is an appropriate time to remind you that other people are in this chat. 

iceicebaby: okay hanky panky living up to the nickname much?????????

nepobaby: Literally 

nepobaby: Get your mind out of the gutter 😐

beastmode: I think I’ve gotten pretty good at spotting flirting and sexual innuendo by now!! 

iceicebaby: oh i’m sure u have 😏

nepobaby: HEY LADS CEASE AND DESIST 

iceicebaby: OH WAIT SO TRUE 

iceicebaby: n e wayyyyyy r we ready for tea time 

beastmode: Absolutely. 

nepobaby: Always 

iceicebaby: right so polyamory’s favorite trio walks into the parlor looking like a modeling agency’s wet dream 

iceicebaby: scott: dance bag!! low slung joggers!! navy tank!! dance studio hoodie slipping sluttily off of one shoulder!!!!!

iceicebaby: jean: high waisted hers!! green t-shirt!! denim jacket!! and let’s not forget the red converse WHAT A MOMENT

iceicebaby: logan: bootcut jeans!! brown leather bomber WITH faded yellow-ish flannel!!

iceicebaby: scott has FANTASTIC taste

beastmode: Pause. High-waisted “hers”? 

iceicebaby: ye bc her name is jean 

iceicebaby: so like 

iceicebaby: high waisted jeans is high waisted hers

beastmode: Ah, I see. Please continue. 

iceicebaby: as you wish hanky panky

iceicebaby: they walk in. OBVIOUSLY jean orders mint choccy chip, scott gets lemon sorbet, and logan the absolutely adorable little angel that he is looks me dead in the eye and orders two waffle cones with nothing in them because he doesn’t like food that isn’t room temperature

iceicebaby: i’m obsessed with him 

nepobaby: That is BATSHIT but I respect it 

nepobaby: I could never have the courage to order straight up waffle cones

iceicebaby: no bc he’s an icon 

iceicebaby: MOVING ON they sat down at one of the cute tables by the windows with the really high chairs which was hysterical bc logan’s legs were dangling in the air kdsfjldksj

iceicebaby: this is an extremely accurate transcription of what i was able to lip read 

iceicebaby: i kept gesturing at scott to project but he was IGNORING ME!!! for his PARTNERS!!!!! like a WHORE!!!!

iceicebaby: throupletranscript.jpg

((Image: a page on Notes app, reading:

jean: something something something

scott: something ballet was good something

(i’ve decided to move closer n pretend to wipe down the table by them bc i can’t hear SHIT)

logan: good good 

logan: do we talk about it now or later 

jean: we can talk about it now! 

scott: if we’re dating??

jean: yes, if that’s okay

scott: um 

logan: uh

jean: do you guys want me to start with how i feel? 

logan: i’m nervous 

scott: me too

jean, laughing: me too 

logan: i wrote notes

logan: kurt helped me 

jean: aww i love kurt

logan, reading from his phone: 1. I like you. 2. I liked when we were all together at scott’s. 3–

(ope he’s looking out the window to avoid eye contact) 

logan: yeah, we can date. if you both want to. not if you don’t want to. obviously. that was a stupid clarification to make. 

(JEAN IS REACHING FOR HIS HAND I REPEAT JEAN IS REACHING FOR HIS HAND) 

jean: logan. 

logan: (grunt???? I think he’s saying what???) 

jean: I want to date you guys too. a lot. nothing stupid about clarification. 

(LOGAN IS QUIET BUT HE LOOKS EMOTIONAL AWWWWWWW) 

(OKAY SCOTT YOU CAN DO THIS IT’S YOUR TURN BRO) 

scott: i’ve never dated two people at once. or a man. 

logan: me neither. 

scott: so i’m really out of my depth. and pretty overwhelmed? but i woke up so happy this morning, and my friend’s over there pretending to wipe down a table and he’s gonna kill me if i ruin this for myself, so…

(I HAVE DISCREETLY GIVEN HIM THE THUMBS UP FROM BEHIND MY BACK) 

scott: yes, i want to. but i need to take it on the slower side, i think, and if that’s– i don’t want to hold you guys back–

jean and logan at literally the exact same time are they psychic: scott. 

(oh my god he just went so red. bottom scott RIGHTS iiiiii fucking KNEW IT) 

jean: this is a three-person relationship, yeah? if you need to go slow, we’ll go slow too. 

logan: slow as you need, slim. 

scott: but i–do you not want to go slow? if you want to be–um. well, doing anything, if you want that, i don’t want to be killing the vibe or…yeah. 

logan: they invented jacking off for a reason. 

(HELP) 

(JEAN JUST SPAT OUT SOME OF HER WATER BY ACCIDENT) 

(HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE) 

(LOGAN MARRY ME) 

scott, BRIGHT fucking red: uh. i. guess. 

jean, also bright fucking red: logan’s right. if any of us wanted to do something that we as a group aren’t ready for, we would–well, we’d handle it ourselves. 

logan: and if it’s about going slow because of a touch thing we can always talk you through it. 

(HELLO??????????? JESUS H CHRIST ON A CRACKER) 

(I think scott genuinely just yelped a little bit asjfdl;sdjljsdljfldsjflksjdfk) 

logan: should i not have said that? 

jean, still extremely red and clearly trying not to combust on the spot: i think we can cross the sexual bridge when we come to it. okay? 

logan: okay. 

scott, who is STARING at logan: okay. 

jean, also staring at logan: alright. as for now, how do we feel about kissing and hand-holding and all that? I know we kissed a bit last night, but i didn’t want to assume anything. 

scott: very fine. good. 

logan: yup. 

jean: okay! great. great. um. so we’re dating? 

logan: yes. 

scott: yeah, i think that’s the conclusion we came to. 

jean, now grinning from ear to fucking ear: okay then!! cool! 

(they’re all just sitting around the table smiling at each other this is so adorable i’m going to pass out on the linoleum imminently) 

scott: hey bobby, your manager’s staring you down. 

me: SLAY thank you have a great night you’re the best throuple in the world and i love you all BYEEEEEEE))

iceicebaby: TRANSCRIPT CONCLUDED 

nepobaby: VOMITING 

beastmode: Are we going to bring up the fact that Logan offered to talk Scott through masturbation? 

nepobaby: HEY YEAH 

nepobaby: LOGAN!!! WHAT!!

iceicebaby: real bc i was standing there like surprised pikachu himself

nepobaby: I mean idk why I’m shocked because we’ve all had some phone sex in our time and yet!!!!! I did not see that coming!!!!

iceicebaby: saying it in public as well is UNHINGED

iceicebaby: the way jean’s face was in flames i cannot emphasize it enough

beastmode: But he was still so kind and respectful about it. God, Logan’s going to be so good for him. 

iceicebaby: verily!!!!!

nepobaby: Also obsessed with Jean like Hey. We can talk about that later kldfsjldjs

iceicebaby: no bc there was a moment after he said that when i thought they were all abt to jump each other’s bones

iceicebaby: i WATCHED jean remember the concept of self control it was incredible

beastmode: She’s such a wonderful human being. 

nepobaby: I’ve just realised we’re blowing up Scott’s phone with texts about his date while he’s still on it whoops 

scottydoesntknow: Yeah you are 

iceicebaby: AHHHHHH

nepobaby: JUMPSCARE

beastmode: OH MY GOD, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

scottydoesntknow: Jean drove us to the skate park and we hung out there for a bit 

scottydoesntknow: Which led to two revelations!!

scottydoesntknow: ONE Jean can skateboard and I’ve never been so embarrassingly horny in my life and TWO 

scottydoesntknow: Logan had a constellation phase as a kid and taught me how to identify a bunch of them 

iceicebaby: PFFFF AFTER YOU SAID YOU’D TAKE IT SLOW GLSDKJFLSDJf

scottydoesntknow: NO IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING 

scottydoesntknow: She did the thing where she skated along the bowl (?????) and jumped up onto the rim (???????) and Logan and I were both like 😳

scottydoesntknow: But yeah I have a girlfriend!! And a boyfriend!! Which is insane!!!

nepobaby: This is so iconic 

nepobaby: We all need to hang out so that I can subtly give them the shovel talk 

iceicebaby: dw bb i already took care of that w jean 

iceicebaby: u can take logan tho!!!!

scottydoesntknow: When did you give Jean the shovel talk????

iceicebaby: when she texted me abt ur snacks 

iceicebaby: seemed like an opportune moment yknow

beastmode: I’m sure Ororo will be giving you the shovel talk any day now, Scott. 

nepobaby: And Kurt

nepobaby: It just occurred to me that you’re getting twice the amount of shovel talks now

scottydoesntknow: Woohoo more people to prove myself to 

iceicebaby: hey!!!!! no!!!!!

scottydoesntknow: JOKING 

iceicebaby: iiiiii seriously doubt that but i’ll let it slide for now 

nepobaby: WAIT NO THIS MEANS I HAVE TO GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS BY MYSELF

beastmode: Right, the bet! 

iceicebaby: noooooo i was so excited to take u clubbing w meeeee

scottydoesntknow: Sorry guys 🫤

scottydoesntknow: But now that I’m good to go we could try and set one of you up with someone

scottydoesntknow: I think it would be pretty fun to matchmake for Hank 

 

princess protection program 

Wednesday, September 28th, 11:09pm 

beautynthebeast: SHIT.

elsa: OKAY OKAY WE CAN DO THIS WE NEED TO DIVERT 

elsa: we need an excuse that isn’t “actually scott i’m having phone sex w your brother and i haven’t told you bc i’m not ready pls don’t hate me” 

barbiefairytopia: Uhhhhhh you’re busy?? You’re not ready???? You want to find love naturally without the help of your friends????

barbiefairytopia: God this is so messy

beautynthebeast: Don’t remind me. 

 

barbershop quartet 

Wednesday, September 28th, 11:11pm 

scottydoesntknow: Wait actually speaking of

scottydoesntknow: Bobby wdym you’re sure Hank has gotten used to flirting and sexual innuendo by now 

scottydoesntknow: And that you’ve all had phone sex at some point??????

 

princess protection program 

Wednesday, September 28th, 11:11pm 

elsa: FUCK FUCK FUCK 

barbiefairytopia: THIS IS WHY I SAID TO CEASE AND DESIST 

elsa: ABORT ABORT 

barbiefairytopia: We can fix this we can fix this 

barbiefairytopia: Spotting sexual innuendos is easily explainable because Bobby and I make them so often 

iceicebaby: yeah we do bb

barbiefairytopia: TIME AND PLACE BOBERT

iceicebaby: SORRY 

barbiefairytopia: As for the phone sex we could tell him that Bobby accidentally called you thinking it was me and we were making a joke??

beautynthebeast: Do you think Scott will fall for that? 

barbiefairytopia: Well it’s either that or tell him you had sex with a stranger on the phone OR tell him the truth 

elsa: i think me accidentally calling u is more believable than hank getting off w a stranger

beautynthebeast: That’s very true. 

beautynthebeast: Okay, let’s go with the first excuse. 

elsa: bet 

 

barbershop quartet 

Wednesday, September 28th, 11:13pm 

nepobaby: Well Bobby and I flirt so often in front of yous these days so 

iceicebaby: n i accidentally called hank when i was TRYING to call warren to come visit bonetown  

iceicebaby: so TECHNICALLY 

scottydoesntknow: Oh no Hank I’m so sorry

scottydoesntknow: I can’t even imagine the amount of trauma you’ve sustained

scottydoesntknow: They’re annoying enough over text

iceicebaby: BITCH

beastmode: It was truly awful. 

nepobaby: AFTER ALL WE’VE DONE FOR YOU?????????

 

daddy issues 

Wednesday, September 28th, 11:14pm 

lilorphanannie: Warren

lilorphanannie: I’m going to ask you this as your friend with all the wisdom that comes with being in a relationship 

lilorphanannie: As of like. 2 hours ago

richierich: Yeah I was going to say 

lilorphanannie: ANYWAY

lilorphanannie: How badly is this fwb arrangement hurting you 

lilorphanannie: Because I know you keep saying you’re fine but you guys flirt all the time and the lines look pretty blurred from here 

lilorphanannie: So I’m checking in 

richierich: We’re currently at 7/10 on the hurting me scale 

lilorphanannie: That’s so high Warren 

richierich: Yeah it isn’t great but I can’t ask for something he can’t give you know

richierich: I’ll take what I can get 

lilorphanannie: :/ 

lilorphanannie: I wish I could help 

richierich: It’s alright I’ll sort it 

richierich: And by sort it I mean keep doing this until he eventually gets bored 

lilorphanannie: :(((((( 

lilorphanannie: I’m sorry man 

lilorphanannie: Permission to ask Jean and Logan for their advice 

richierich: Sure 

richierich: Is this because you can’t bear to not try and solve the problem  

lilorphanannie: Definitely  

richierich: Yeah figured 

lilorphanannie: You’d do the same thing 

richierich: Oop 

richierich: Sniped 

 

Field Trip Plans 

Friday, September 30th, 12:05pm 

 

Hello all! 

 

I hope you’ve had a fantastic week. 

 

As you know, our field trip to Washington D.C. begins a week from today! I cannot wait to experience this historic American city with you all. 

 

Here are the promised itinerary and rooming assignments:

 

Itinerary: 

  • Friday
    • Board the bus outside the Kirby Arts Building at 7:30am
    • Arrive at our hotel at 12:00pm
    • 12:00-2:00pm: Free time! Unpack, eat lunch, and explore the city. I encourage you to book any lunch reservations ahead of time. 
    • 2:00pm: Meet back at the hotel and take the bus to the International Spy Museum! 
    • 2:30pm–4:30pm: Explore the International Spy Museum!! It’s a fascinating place. 
    • 4:30pm: Meet outside the Museum. We’ll head to the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial from there.  
    • 4:40–5:15pm: Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial. Meet at the Stone of Hope at 5:15pm.
    • 5:25–6:00pm: Lincoln Memorial, Vietnam Veterans Memorial, and Washington Monument. Meet at the Monument at 6:00pm.  

 

  • 7:00pm–10:00pm: Dinner at Toby’s Dinner Theatre! I’m very excited for this; we’ll be seeing Sister Act
  • 11:00pm: Back to the hotel! 

 

  • Saturday
    • Make sure to get breakfast before 9:30am. We will be leaving for the Library of Congress at that time!

 

  • 10:00am–11:30am: Library of Congress. Meet outside! 
  • 11:40am–1:40pm: Tour the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum; make sure to grab lunch! 
  • 1:45pm–3:15pm: Tour the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. This will likely take an emotional toll; please take care of yourselves. 
  • 3:25pm–4:25pm: FDR Memorial. 
  • 4:30pm–6:00pm: Explore the National Mall! Meet back at the World War II Memorial. 
  • 6:05pm–8:15pm: Dinner at Founding Farmers DC! 
  • 8:15pm: Bus back to the hotel. 

 

  • Sunday
  • Grab breakfast, then board the bus at 9:30am to leave for Arlington. 
  • 10:00am–11:00am: Tour Arlington Cemetery. 
  • 11:00am-12:00pm: Free time back in D.C. Please make sure to grab some lunch. 
  • 12:00pm: Meet at the Washington Monument. 
  • 12:00pm–4:30pm: Drive back to Westchester! 

 

Now, on to the rooming assignments: 

Room 1: Bobby Drake, Warren Worthington III, Hank McCoy, and Scott Summers

Room 2: Kurt Wagner, Remy LeBeau, Pietro Maximoff, Logan Howlett, and Wade Wilson

Room 3: Kitty Pryde, Madelyne Pryor, Jean Grey, and Ororo Munroe 

Room 4: Anna-Marie, Jubilation Lee, Alison Blaire, Wanda Maximoff, and Emma Frost 

 

Please let me know if you have any questions!

 

All the best,

Charles Xavier  

(pronouns: he/him)

Professor of Political Science

Department of Social Sciences 

University of Westchester 

Office Hours: Thursdays 12:00–2:00pm 

 

short n’ sweet 

Friday, September 30th, 12:14pm 

juno: screenshot.jpg

juno: WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK 

juno: DOES PROFESSOR X HATE ME. DOES HE WANT ME MAULED TO DEATH BY THE SHEER TENSION IN THAT ROOM 

juno: KATHERINE PRYDE YOU LUCKY BASTARD WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK 

taste: sorry i just now saw the email FUCKING YIKES 

juno: literally what did i do to deserve this 

taste: if it helps i’m with maddie 

juno: GIRL SHUT UP 

taste: LDKSJFLDSJGLSDJFLKDJS 

juno: they’re going to murder each other and the police are gonna blame ME for their deaths

juno: this is so incredibly twisted PROFESSOR X WHAT THE HELL 

juno: WHY COULDN’T I HAVE BEEN IN A ROOM BY MYSELF 

taste: i’m so sorry but this is hilarious

juno: FUCK YOU OH MY GOD 

bedchem: charles is jean’s godfather

bedchem: i know he separated scott and i on purpose

bedchem: :/ 

espresso: at least we’re together logan!!! 

bedchem: true 

bedchem: but we have to deal with wade

espresso: i like wade!!

espresso: he speaks in tongues i think but other than that he’s fun 

bedchem: maybe

taste: and you guys will have tons of space bc remy’ll probs be in rogue’s room half the time 

juno: oh my god i didn’t even think about that 

juno: wait. if everyone gets into a huge fight like at hellfire our room is going to be the eye of the fucking storm GODDDDDDDDD PROFESSOR WHAT THE FUCK 

taste: yeahhhhhhhh

taste: maybe it’ll be a drama free trip 

juno: kitty be so ffr 

taste: fair this is a disaster waiting to happen 

bedchem: yeehaw 

espresso: SLAY LOGAN 

espresso: hold on wade just messaged me i think we have our first submissions for the column!!!

 

maple bratwurst 

Friday, September 30th, 12:23pm 

burnvictimchic: KURT SQUIRT  ✨🧞 🥞 🇩🇪✨

burnvictimchic: WE HAVE SUBMISSIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

burnvictimchic: instagramdm1.jpg and instagramdm2.jpg and instagramdm3.jpg 

burnvictimchic: FIRST MESSAGE: trouble in fuckbuddy paradise 

bluemangroup: oooooooh love a bit of romantic drama

burnvictimchic: 🗣️ LET’S START A BAR FIGHT ‼️‼️‼️‼️

bluemangroup: CAUSE EVERYTHING GOOD HAPPENS AFTER MIDNIGHT 

burnvictimchic: we muuuuuust go n paint the town red together flirtis kurtis

bluemangroup: yes!!!!!! but not with blood

burnvictimchic: suuuuuuch a buzzkill 

burnvictimchic: anyhooodiddlydoo NEXT PROBLEMO isssss a girlypop struggling with her rooming sitch in deecee

burnvictimchic: wait

bluemangroup: wait

burnvictimchic: CHAI EARL GREY JASMINE MATCHA PEPPERMINT SLEEPYTIME

bluemangroup: ???????

burnvictimchic: TEA SWEETUMS I’M NAMING TYPES OF TEA 

bluemangroup: OH REAL 

bluemangroup: ENGLISH BREAKFAST ROOIBOS CHAMOMILE 

burnvictimchic: VERILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

short n’ sweet 

Friday, September 30th, 12:26pm

espresso: oh 

espresso: mein

espresso: GOTT 

taste: WHAT 

espresso: we just got a message asking for help with the rooming situation in DC and i’m 99% sure it’s from ali 

juno: OH  Y O U ’ R E  STRUGGLING ALI??????????

taste: jubilee is having a conniption 

 

hometown schmoetown 

Friday, September 30th, 1:08pm 

noteasybeingreen: just ran into the blandings at costco

noteasybeingreen: and i know what you’re thinking 

noteasybeingreen: lorna. why were you at costco 

noteasybeingreen: because god has seen fit to punish me by hiring me for a ucla sorority party and i needed to buy buckets and buckets of malibu 

noteasybeingreen: which naturally your shit-eating apple pie shoveling trad wife homesteading united methodist churchgoing mayo potato salad making bitch ass sorry excuses for parents saw 

noteasybeingreen: so i’m 6000% sure they’re putting out a hit on me as we speak for daring to be friends with you 

 

sweatin like 2 sinners in church 

Friday, September 30th, 1:37pm 

sugah: how’s ali doin

chere: oh so bad

chere: not even in the bein depressed/anxious way she’s out for revenge 

chere: i’m debating if i should talk her down from putting whipped cream in emma’s pillowcase

sugah: usually i’m all for a whipped cream pillowcase prank but seeing as all y’all hate her and emma’s dramatic she’d probably go to xavier or lehnsherr threatening to investigate 

sugah: grounds for suspension n all that

chere: ugh true  

chere: i wouldn’t put it past her 

sugah: if there’s one thing i know it’s never underestimate emma frost on a mission 

sugah: specially now we’re takin her down we’ve gotta be careful 

chere: you’re right i’ll talk ali out of it 

chere: i’m just worried cuz she’s gonna be in such close proximity to emma AND maddie 

chere: and lord knows maddie’s incapable of leaving well enough alone 

sugah: we’ll be with her the whole time 

sugah: and they’ve both made enemies of everyone on the trip

sugah: even if maddie did try somethin no one would let it slide 

chere: which is why we can’t let her or emma out of our sight 

sugah: exactly 

chere: why do i feel like all we do is go on pseudo spy missions 

sugah: prolly cause one of us is a thief n the other’s overprotective and vicious when she wants to be 

chere: aww i love it when you sweet talk me 

 

hometown schmoetown

Friday, September 30th, 2:46pm

noteasybeingreen: okay that text was hilarious what’s up 

3:53pm 

noteasybeingreen: noooooo don’t self isolate you’re so sexy ahaha 

 

femininomenon

Friday, September 30th, 3:05pm 

frostythesnowbitch: You’ve been typing for 15 minutes, say your piece.

goblindeeznuts: so you’ve been watching me type 

frostythesnowbitch: More that I’ve been expecting this since Xavier sent the email. 

goblindeeznuts: always ahead of the game 

frostythesnowbitch: It’s not the worst thing to be. 

goblindeeznuts: yeah

3:18pm

frostythesnowbitch: If you want me to ignore Ali, I will. 

frostythesnowbitch: But I can only promise that if she does the same. 

frostythesnowbitch: And I think we both know she’s not going to. 

goblindeeznuts: just don’t make it big the way you always do 

goblindeeznuts: let it fizzle for once in your life 

frostythesnowbitch: You never got permission to give me orders. 

goblindeeznuts: i’m not

goblindeeznuts: i’m asking

frostythesnowbitch: I see. 

3:26pm 

frostythesnowbitch: Do you want me to ignore you too? 

Read 3:30pm

 

your brother is an idiot 

Friday, September 30th, 3:54pm

Alex Summers: We have to tell Scott 

Alex Summers: I can’t keep doing this 

Notes:

Can we appreciate that we've finally reached the point where the fic dates and real life dates are lining up?? It's September 30th today!!!!!

N E WAY it's been a STRESSFUL month but writing this fic makes me happy so! let's get into it!!

- bobby n warren go one chapter w/o flirting challenge
- CEASE AND DESIST! REMEMBER YOURSELVES
- "polyamory's favorite trio" <<< REAL
- NEED to draw scott's post-ballet fit god i have such a crush on him
- high waisted hers is a great joke. please
- another logan autistic moment has hit the fic
- logan's lil leggies dangling hehehehe
- bobby coming through w the tea!!!!!!!! legend!!
- "grunt?? i think he's saying what??" he's so me
- BOBBY DOING THE THUMBS UP BEHIND HIS BACK LDKSJFLSDJ
- 🗣 BOTTOM SCOTT RIGHTS ‼️‼️
- 😐 they invented jacking off for a reason 😐
- also love that jottgan was fully aware bobby's eavesdropping but they dgaf
- "we've all had some phone sex in our time" WARREN KEEP IT ON THE DL
- SCOTT JUMPSCARE he was waiting for the perfect moment
- logan constellation kid...so real and true
- "woohoo more people to prove myself to" SCOTT.
- "it would be pretty fun to matchmake for hank" haha yeah..so fun..
- demisexual hank perchance
- scott got SO close to putting the dots together :(
- also love him now being the Wise In a Relationship Friend after 2 hours
- warren :((((((
- yes i spent WAY too much time on the dc itinerary
- POOR POOR JUBILEE
- "if it helps i'm with maddie" "GIRL SHUT UP" LKFDJLKSDJKFL
- "wade speaks in tongues i think but other than that he's fun" they're my new fav duo
- KURT N WADE CLUB NIGHT WHEN!!!
- VERILY
- jubilee is SO me in this chap
- lorna WOULD bartend
- her blandings roast is ICONIC. get em
- take it from me. do NOT pull pranks on your roommates on field trips. it ends badly
- love the idea of everyone staring down maddie and emma the entire time like "try it bitch" lkdfjlk
- poor lorna is trying so hard
- can everyone else sense maddie starting to give up ahahahhaha what who said that
- "you never got permission to give me orders" "i'm not. i'm asking" SCREEEEEEEEECH
- combined with "do you want me to ignore you too?" "read 3:30pm" is a killshot. the toxic yuri is in full motion let's fucking go
- nooo alex don't make decisions while having a terrible time mentally you're so sexy ahaha

I hope you guys enjoyed this one!! I know it was a long wait but! Hopefully it was worth it <3

Gods willing i'll be able to update again soon, but uni has already been INSANE this year. (me when i'm directing a show and 5 people reject their roles so i have to scramble to find new people and we haven't even had our first read through yet ahahahhahahahaha it's fine)

ANYHOODIDDLYDOO thank you so much, as always, for continuing to support this fic and giving it so much love!! SPEAKING OFFFFF a HUGE shoutout to @webo0 and @spectrecowboy for their incredible fanart on tumblr!! It's brought me so much joy!

You can find their art on my tumblr, @secondstar-acorn, in the xavier's poli sci or xmen tags :)

Have an amazing week, y'all! I'll see you on the next one <3 MWAH

Chapter 15: are you for real scott's brother?

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

princess protection program 

Friday, September 30th, 12:02am 

beautynthebeast: Alex wants to tell Scott. 

elsa: FUCKING FINALLY 

barbiefairytopia: PUMP THE BRAKES BOBBY Hank how are we feeling about that 

beautynthebeast: Bad. 

barbiefairytopia: Expand on that

beautynthebeast: Alex and I haven’t even discussed being together. It’s mostly been phone sex up until this point, and Scott is going to kill me if he knows I’ve been doing That with his little brother. 

elsa: perchance but hear me out

elsa: scott just got into his own happy relationship! now is the PERFECT time to tell him bc he’s gonna be feeling more generous abt urs!!!!! 

beautynthebeast: Maybe. 

barbiefairytopia: Did you tell Alex how you’re feeling? 

beautynthebeast: No. 

barbiefairytopia: Hank 

barbiefairytopia: Did you leave Alex on read again 

1:07am 

barbiefairytopia: I’ll take that as a yes 

elsa: i can’t

 

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The world has been forsaken by its heroes. Once upon a time, there was an elite team to turn to in times of crisis: Radio Rebel. Miss Know-it-All. Dear Abby. That one advice columnist in American Girl magazine back in the 2000s who was surprisingly helpful despite American Girl’s other publication, A Smart Girl’s Guide to Boys , telling preteen girls it was fine to have a crush on their cousin as long as they didn’t act on it. 

What? 

You heard me. But where are these heroes now? Lost in memes of tucking-the-hair-behind-the-ear, sadly discontinued, or–wait, is the Dork Diaries series still going? 

It is, I just looked it up. 

Jesus Christ. Aren’t you exhausted, Rachel Renée Russell? Are you not tired of writing yet another chapter in the decades long will-they won’t-they saga that is Nikki and Brandon? Have you ever stopped to consider the epidemic of young girls now using SQUEE, O-M-GEE, and boatloads of emoticons ad nauseum in their journals? Have you no SHAME? 

AHEM. The point? 

Right, right, sorry. The point is, the advice columnists of yore have shuffled off this pop culture coil. (Bar Miss Know-it-All, who is somehow still kicking.) So where the heck is a lost, lonely college student with no therapist meant to turn? 

Well, I’ve got an idea. 

Do you now, mein freundo? 

Certainly. We could do it.

Wh–you mean… we could give advice? 

Why not? 

But…but that’s preposterous! I mean, are we even qualified? 

I am. 

Really? 

Sure. Do you have any idea how many crises I’ve prevented in the last month alone? 

How many? 

At least ten. 

Wow. 

And did you know I’m responsible for the free coffee machines in the library? 

No kidding. 

Mhm. I’m very trustworthy. 

That’s just the thing, pal. You’re a qualified, mentally stable, well-meaning sort of guy, and I’m…none of those things. Not even the guy part. I don’t know if I could help anyone the way you can. 

Really? 

Yeah. I still prefer he/him pronouns, just ‘cause they feel like me, but I’m definitely somewhere on that big, long, hard nonbinary spectrum. 

No, not that. I meant–really, you don’t think you could help anyone? 

Nuh-uh. What’s anyone want with my hysterical off-color goofs, anyway? 

Hey. I like your hysterical off-color goofs. And you might not give the most traditional advice, but who gives a fig about traditional? This is the 21st century. 

True. If they let Anna Delvey on Dancing with the Stars, why not let me give sketchy advice to the lost little ugly ducklings at the University of Westchester? 

Exactly! Wait, did you call them ugly? 

Definitely not, that’s completely uncalled for. 

Right…

You and me, bro! Together forever! 

Till the end of time! And with that, we’re elated to introduce: 

The Advice-Pool! 

I’m Advice–

And I’m Pool! We’re gonna answer your dirty little secrets two ways: 

Apple pie–

Or a la mode. 

Wholesome–

Or hole-some. 

But enough of the variety show bits. 

You’ve had enough of my bits? Advice, how could you?! 

Tsk-tsk, Pool. Here we are, waxing diuretic about Dork Diaries and ugly ducklings, when we need to be out THERE, helping the students of Westchester! 

Shucks, you’re right! Advice? 

Pool? 

Let’s hop to it. 

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The Advice-Pool, Issue #1 

Q: Hi Advice-Pool, I’ve got a problem. One of my best friends and I have been friends-with-benefits for years now, and it would be perfect–if not for the fact that I fucked up and fell in love a year into our arrangement. We recently told our other friends, which means that our flirting (usually restricted to the bedroom) has become constant. I know that’s just how he is and that he’s perfectly happy with our arrangement, but it’s blurring the lines for me and making it harder to separate the platonic from the sexual. I’m really struggling. Do I tell him I love him, end our arrangement and potentially cause tension in our friend group, or stay quiet about my feelings? 

 

Advice: I’m so sorry you’re going through this! It sounds like a really tricky situation. Luckily, that’s what we’re here for! It sounds cliché, but sometimes the only solution really is to just talk it out. I think you should have a conversation with your friend, somewhere that’s neutral ground (not the bedroom!) and say you’ve been thinking of adding a romantic element to your relationship. DO NOT tell him you’re in love with him, that might scare him off. Just start casual! I’d recommend something along the lines of “hey, we’ve been having sex for a long time and I’ve really enjoyed it; and since we’ve been doing so successfully for so long, I think there’s a good chance we have some romantic chemistry as well as sexual. Would you be interested in trying out a romantic relationship?” If he says no, you have your answer, unfortunately–but whether you keep the sexual relationship after the conversation is up to you. (Personally, I wouldn’t. It seems to really be affecting your mental health, and as difficult as it might be to break sexual ties with your friend, it will likely be better for you in the long run!) I hope this advice helps! 

 

Pool: Zoinks, Scoob! Friends with benefits turned to friends with feelings…a classic fanfiction plot which warrants a fanfiction solution! (And I’ll let you in on a little secret, my friend. It always works out in your favor in the fanfics.) Here’s my bitchy pitch. Picture it: you’re mid-coitus, balls-deep in your friendy wend (though maybe he’s balls-deep in you, we don’t judge!). He’s about to make like an English class plot diagram and climax. Right when you feel him gearing up to blow his load, you go: “I love you.” NOW!!!! PAY ATTENTION TO HIS REACTION! If he comes, ORRRR comes even HARDER than usual, he loves you back (or is at least into you beyond suckin and fuckin). If that brings him away from the edge instead, he’s purely in it for that sweet sweet Boston cream pie and he’d rather not Romeo and Juliet you, Thoroughly Modern Millie style. And I know what you’re thinking: Pool, what happens post-missionary/cowgirl/reverse cowgirl/doggy style/speedbump/eating out/hammocking/69ing/spread-eagle/pastor’s wifeing? Easy. If he’s NOT into it and he asks about it, you can be like “aw man it was just the heat of the moment, you know I have a commitment kink,” easy peasy pumpkin cheesy. If he IS into it, you whip out a bouquet of flowers from under the bed and confess your feelings with Beyoncé’s Love On Top playing in the background. It’s that simple! 

 

Advice: Thank you so much for your question! We hope that helped. Remember to get back to us with which approach worked. :) 

Pool: And remember: there are plenty of cream horns in the bakery. 

 

witching hour 

Saturday, 1st October, 6:07am 

badwitch: so sad that i have to murder my dad’s boyfriend after being the one to set them up in the first place

6:31am 

goodwitch: Are we murdering Charles because of the room assignments? 

badwitch: naturally

badwitch: he’s been dating my dad for this long there’s no WAY he doesn’t know the tea w me and emma 

goodwitch: Knowing Charles, he probably thinks that arranging this way will get you two to talk it out and air your grievances 

goodwitch: That’s his solution to everything 

badwitch: ew i forgot he’s a pacifist

goodwitch: In fairness that strategy worked for Jean and Maddie back in high school 

badwitch: fr????? i can’t picture that going over well w maddie 

goodwitch: She spent the first hour trying to break down the door to the classroom

goodwitch: And trying to shatter the windows 

goodwitch: But she calmed down eventually 

goodwitch: It also helped that Charles took their phones 

badwitch: charles wtf 

badwitch: the twins lore is insane 

goodwitch: Real I barely understand what happened and I was there 

goodwitch: The good news about the rooming assignment is that you can keep an eye on Emma 

goodwitch: Which isn’t a huge help but I thought you’d like knowing where she is at all times 

badwitch: you’re right i do like that 

badwitch: maybe we can bring the psychological warfare up a notch 

goodwitch: Don’t get expelled or suspended please

badwitch: PSYCHOLOGICAL roro not physical 

badwitch: moving all the furniture an inch to the right 

badwitch: hiding her lipgloss

badwitch: that sort of thing 

goodwitch: Let’s stay away from the lipgloss idea

goodwitch: Getting accused of stealing is a very real possibility

badwitch: god you’re so responsible

goodwitch: More like good at covering my tracks 

badwitch: oh?

badwitch: do you have a sordid past ororo munroe 

goodwitch: If I told you, I’d have to kill you

badwitch: as long as it’s with a knife

goodwitch: You’re ridiculous

badwitch: speaking of ridiculous dad and charles are being so embarrassing 

badwitch: charles stayed over last night and i can literally hear dad trying to bake him scones downstairs rn 

badwitch: sickening and evil how am i supposed to get breakfast in these conditions

goodwitch: Aww it’s sweet

goodwitch: Charles deserves to be taken care of. He’s spent so long taking care of everyone else

badwitch: BABE

badwitch: QUIT DROPPING LORE WITHOUT GIVING ME THE FULL TEA 

goodwitch: 😌

goodwitch: On a completely unrelated note, what nostalgic breakfast food would you like me to make for you next time you stay over at mine

goodwitch: Theoretically, of course 

badwitch: i’m embarrassed to know you but theoretically if you could master challah i’d jump your bones right then and there 

goodwitch: Good to know 

goodwitch: As for the problem of today’s breakfast, I’ll come pick you up and we can go get bagels and iced coffee from May’s? 

badwitch: i’ll be downstairs in 10 

badwitch: and i’ll just happen to have my lingerie on under my clothes

goodwitch: Lucky for you I just so happen to have a vibe in the glove compartment 

goodwitch: See you in 10 sweetheart 

badwitch: god i love butch lesbians 🙌

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Saturday, October 1st, 8:19am 

 

Erik, 

 

I know it’s barely been an hour since I left your house this morning, but it is crucial that I distract myself somehow. The book club Moira forced me to join is intolerable this morning. I’ve spent the better part of the last half hour trying to explain to Howard Stark that the Creature was deeply wronged by Frankenstein–and while that does not excuse his behaviour, it is a result of Frankenstein’s neglect and being met with disgust from the rest of the world. If someone had taken him in and treated him kindly, things would be different, but nooooo , the Creature is merely a malfunctioning creation and not a person with his own autonomy. These STEM professors, I tell you. Perhaps it’s just Howard, but he seems to have no care for how he treats the rest of the world. It makes me deeply concerned for his son, in fact. 

 

Barring that, there’s something I meant to ask you about. Jean mentioned that Maddie mentioned that the theatre department’s annual playwriting contest is coming up soon, and I remembered that you were previously a judge on the panel. What ever happened with that? If you’re a lover of theatre, Erik, it’s your obligation to tell me. I’m very passionate about Macbeth and Lady Macbeth’s arcs over the course of the play, and I’m deeply curious to know your thoughts. 

 

Oh, and it’s just occurred to me: (apparently tuning out Howard Stark is very effective for getting your mind to think of other things. Any other things.) How secret should we keep our relationship on the field trip to D.C.? Jean, Wanda, and Pietro know, of course, but I think it might be best to keep it under-wraps while on the trip. Word gets out fast, as you know. 

 

What are your thoughts? And do you have any advice for dealing with arrogant, apathetic arseholes with no understanding of Mary Shelley? 

 

Creature sympathiser, 

Charles 

 

Re: Poli Sci Field Trip 

Saturday, October 1st, 8:35am 

 

Charles, 

 

For a pacifist, you seem very keen on incurring violence against Stark. I understand. I was much the same way when Sebastian Shaw was still teaching at Westchester. If you take my advice, fistfighting Stark in the parking lot usually shuts up a man nicely. I’m happy to be your second. As for Tony, I’ve heard plenty about him. Fear not, I have Pietro spy on him every Wednesday. Just in case. 

 

I’m very fond of Macbeth , Lady Macbeth in particular. Her encouraging Macbeth’s masculinity–and rejecting her own femininity to do so–is fascinating. I took a Gender in Shakespeare class several years back, and I could not recommend it enough. It was especially interesting while studying Twelfth Night. That said, Coriolanus is certainly my favourite Shakespeare play. I wanted to put it on in the theatre department at some point, but you’re correct. I was removed from the judging panel. I’ll spare you the details. 

 

And Charles, my dear, I’m sure our classes already know that we’re together. Jean’s certainly told Ororo, Logan, and Scott, and Wanda and Pietro have likely covered the rest of the ground. I’m not advocating for PDA in front of the students, of course, but I don’t think you need to worry about them finding out. As long as you don’t attempt to see my Washington Monument in public, we should be alright. 

 

Do let me know if you’d like me to ruin Stark’s life–or at least, the rest of his year. Anything for you, dear. 

 

Your favourite favourer of violence, 

Erik 

 

hometown schmoetown: 

Saturday, October 1st, 10:03am 

noteasybeingreen: i give you an hour to respond before i actively hunt you down 

11:02am 

burningringofire: Fine

noteasybeingreen: OHHHH LOOK WHO’S ALIVE 

burningringofire: Yep now you don’t have to hunt me down 

burningringofire: Can you have the twins hunt down Hank instead

noteasybeingreen: love that you’re dodging any possible questions about why you went AWOL 

burningringofire: Lorna please

noteasybeingreen: okay 

noteasybeingreen: i’m on it 

 

the incredibles 

Saturday, October 1st, 11:03am 

jackjack: wanda and pietro wake the fuck up we have work to do 

dash: bold of you to assume i wasn’t already awake what the shit 

dash: i’m not THAT lazy 

jackjack: this is serious

violet: okay fine i’m awake what needs to be done 

violet: technically i woke up at 6 but roro just took me to hers and took me so i’ve been catnapping 

dash: gross

ednamode: Family chat, Wanda. 

violet: agh sorry dad

ednamode: What’s wrong, Lorna? 

jackjack: alex has been ghosting a lot lately and idk what’s wrong but he just texted and basically begged me to have wanda and pietro track hank down 

jackjack: i don’t know what’s wrong 

jackjack: and he won’t let me come to his house 

ednamode: Alright. Don’t panic. I’m sure Alex is fine, he just needs space. He’s done this before, right? 

jackjack: yeah but it’s been a while

violet: okay i’m on it

violet: ororo’s texting jean to find out where scott is and we’ll go from there 

dash: ok keep me updated i’ll meet you wherever you end up 

violet: cool i’m getting dressed 

violet: don’t panic lor 

jackjack: little late for that ngl 

ednamode: Wanda, Pietro, find Hank. Lorna–would you feel better if we called? Even to just get your mind off of it. 

jackjack: yeah i think so 

ednamode: Okay, liebling. Just breathe, I’ll be on the phone in a minute. 

violet: pietro we’re going to the skate park 

dash: great omw 

violet: don’t speed 

 

group project! 

Saturday, October 1st, 11:10am 

pipsqueak: scott and i are on our way 

jeannie: Amazing! I’m excited to see you guys

jeannie: Also, Scott: Ororo, Wanda, and Pietro are meeting us at the skate park. Ororo said the twins are looking for your friend Hank? 

slim: ???? Did she say why? 

jeannie: Ororo said Lorna asked them to?? I don’t really know, sorry 

slim: No it’s okay I’m just confused because as far as I know Hank doesn’t really know Wanda and Pietro 

slim: I mean I only know them because they’re Lorna’s siblings and she’s Alex’s best friend 

slim: Hold on 

slim: Did Ororo say anything about Alex? 

jeannie: I don’t think so, but I can text

slim: Please

slim: I’m going to text Alex just in case 

 

teenage mutant ninja turtles 

Saturday, October 1st, 11:13am 

leonardo: The Maximoff twins are looking for Hank for some reason??? Do you know why 

 

barbershop quartet

Saturday, October 1st, 11:13am 

scottydoesntknow: Anyone have eyes on Hank?? SLASH Hank wya 

iceicebaby: no why???

nepobaby: ^^^^

scottydoesntknow: Wanda and Pietro are looking for him for some reason idk 

scottydoesntknow: Hank what’s going on king 😩

 

princess protection program

Saturday, October 1st, 11:14am 

elsa: hank u good

barbiefairytopia: is this an alex thing 

barbiefairytopia: do you need us to cover for you 

 

the incredibles 

Saturday, October 1st, 11:25am 

violet: pulling up to skate park now 

violet: what do you need us to ask lor 

violet: and how under wraps does this have to be 

jackjack: i’ll ask 

 

hometown schmoetown 

Saturday, October 1st, 11:25am 

noteasybeingreen: why are they finding hank 

burningringofire: Because Hank read my message telling him we should tell Scott and proceeded to fucking ghost

noteasybeingreen: okay

noteasybeingreen: scott’s there bc they asked jean for help, what do you want them to say 

burningringofire: I honestly don’t care just find him 

burningringofire: He told me he wouldn’t fucking do this 

noteasybeingreen: okay i’m on it 

 

the incredibles 

Saturday, October 1st, 11:28am 

jackjack: tell them hank’s not responding to alex 

violet: you sure?? 

jackjack: he said he doesn’t care just find him 

jackjack: don’t be obvious about their relationship but you don’t have to dance around it

jackjack: and when you find hank kick his ass bc i’m pissed off

ednamode: Lorna. 

ednamode: Focus on the call and breathe. And Wanda and Pietro, remember I didn’t hear any of this. 

dash: aye aye we’re going in 

jackjack: good luck 

 

barbershop quartet

Saturday, October 1st, 11:40am 

scottydoesntknow: Hank we’re coming to your flat 

iceicebaby: who’s we???

scottydoesntknow: Wanda, Pietro, and I 

scottydoesntknow: Because apparently you’re not texting Alex back and he’s freaking out according to Lorna 

scottydoesntknow: Which 

scottydoesntknow: What 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Saturday, October 1st, 11:42am 

nepobaby: We’re going to get caught in the crossfire you know 

iceicebaby: undoubtedly 

iceicebaby: should we meet them there?? 

iceicebaby: slightly worried that hank’s gonna panic 

nepobaby: Yeah let’s go 

nepobaby: God 

 

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The Advice Pool, Issue #1 

Q: Hey, Advice-Pool. This barely counts as anonymous, because everyone knows the situation, but it’s still awful, so here I am. I made the mistake of going out with a girl I really liked for a week (which is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a real relationship) and it turns out she was using me to get back at her toxic ex. I got back at her by sleeping with said ex (losing my virginity to her in the process, even though virginity is an outdated, sexist concept, but that’s not the point), and now I’m stuck in a room with the ex in D.C., plus the ex’s worst enemy. And the girl’s coming on the trip, so I’ll be seeing her constantly. I’ll admit that I made some pretty stupid decisions. Now I have to live with them, but how? I know everyone on the trip will have my back, but it’s not enough. I’m really fucking angry, and I don’t want them to get away with treating me this  way. What do I do? 

 

Advice: Before I get into the advice, let me say that this is a really hard situation, and while you might not have handled it the way you would have liked to, it really speaks to your character that you’re able to admit when you’re wrong–unlike the other girls. I completely understand the desire to make them feel what you’ve felt. What you have to ask yourself now is whether you want closure or want to move on. In this situation, it’s unlikely that you’ll get both–they seem vindictive. Usually I’d recommend that you have a conversation with them why hurting you in that way was unacceptable, but I get the feeling that they’d use an honest display of emotions against you. Because of that, I’m going to recommend yet another cliché: the best revenge is living well! It’s boring, but it’s effective. If that girl was going to use you to get back at her ex, that means that they’re both susceptible to jealousy plays. Have an absolute blast in D.C. and rub it in their faces (subtly). It’s going to drive them crazy. I hope that helps, and have fun on the trip! You deserve so much better than their petty, childish behavior. 

 

Pool: WOWZA, this is a rough sitch!!!!! Lucky for you, I get it. We’ve all made terrible romantic choices that have ruined our lives before!! I’ll tell you this, girlboss. Romanceand sex can be a schlocky heap of dung, but there’s a diamond in the shit somewhere out there for ya. Before I met my beloved bubble butt, I was ready to swear off amorous affection and spend my nights jacking myself until my dick looked like a raw chicken. But that was the BEFORE, and you might as well call me Pool-o, because I’m gonna take this (manipulative week-long relationship with a Scorpio) and this (revenge-hate-fucking Scorpio’s dominatrix ex) and turn you into…a princess (getting into a good, healthy relationship with an earth sign)! My advice is to get out there and get puss until you start gettin’ that Emotional Connection. Which coincidentally fits into my second piece of advice: bring back some ladies to your shared room! If my intel’s right, two of your roommates are in relationships, one of them will be hiding from Dommy Mommy, and ex-Boo-Thang is gonna be stuck in the dorm with you 90% of the time, so why not make the most of it???? Fuck n suck your way through the District of Columbia, Founding Fathers style. This trip can be YOUR Reynolds Pamphlet (even though that was the title of the last chapter. Seriously author, there are a LOT of Hamilton references in this fic. It’s getting straight-up absurd.) Make like Chappell Roan, show all those future Congresswomen some magic, and make Miss Hate Fuck listen to all the buzzin’. Xoxo, Gossip Pool! ❤️🍆🖤 

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teenage mutant ninja turtles 

Saturday, October 1st, 12:08pm 

(Incoming call from: leonardo) 

( Accepted

Transcription: 

“Scott?” 

“I’ve got Hank on the phone for you.” 

“...Are you mad?” 

“Why would I be mad?” 

“Oh, thank god. So you don’t mind?” 

“I mean, I mind that Hank ghosted, if that’s what you mean.” 

“No, not that. I figured you hated that as much as I did. I meant our relationship.” 

“.....” 

“Scott?” 

“Hank, take the fucking phone. I’m going outside.” 

(Muffled sounds of handing over the phone. A woman’s voice asks: “Do you want me to get Jean over here?” Followed by: “yeah” and a door shutting.) 

“Alex?” 

“You said you wouldn’t do this again.” 

“I know, I’m sorry, I–I panicked.” 

“That’s not good enough, Hank.” 

(In the background, the muffled sound of a door opening, then: “Hank?? Are you okay?” “Bobby? What the–” “Hey, mate. You alright?” “I’m on the phone with Alex.” “Right. Scott?” “On the balcony.” “He know?” “Yes.” Someone blowing out a long breath. “Shit. Come on, Bobby.” “Yep.” Then a door opening and shutting.) 

“Sorry. What’d you say?” 

“I said that’s not good enough, Hank. You broke your promise.” 

“I’m sorry–” 

“Do you want me?” 

“What?” 

“Seriously. Do you want me? No–actually, that’s not what I meant. Do you care about me when you’re not wanting me?” 

“Wh–of course I do, Alex.” 

“Really? Every time I try to have a serious conversation you up and disappear.”

“When was the last time that happened, other than today?” 

“Seriously?! Try the start of all this, what, less than a week ago? You promised me six fucking days ago, Hank, and you can’t even keep it for a week? If you can’t talk to me like a goddamn adult, then why are we even–” 

“That’s not fair at all, Alex–” 

“Isn’t it? I’m just stating the facts here. Do you want to be with me? More?” 

“What do you mean, more ??” 

“Romantically. As my boyfriend or partner or whatever. All we’ve done is get each other off and talk once about my fucking foster parents, maybe two good morning texts, I’m–I’m–” 

“Alex?” 

(The sound of strained breathing.) 

“Alex.” 

“I’m–I can’t do this, I can’t. I thought we’d tell Scott and it would be fine but you stopped talking to me, again, am I even worth this for you?? It’s too much, right?” 

“Alex, of course you’re worth this, I–Wanda, get Scott. Now.” 

“No no no, he doesn’t need to–” 

“You’re panicking–” 

“No shit. Were you–I’m sorry. Did you get like this earlier?” 

“A little, but it’s fine, Alex, I understand why you’re–” 

(Muffled: “What’s wrong?”) 

“He sounds like he’s having an anxiety attack, but I’m not sure. Scott, I’m so sorr–” 

(Muffled: “Give me the phone.”) 

(Sound of the phone being exchanged.) 

“Hey, Alex.” 

“I can’t do this.” 

“Do what?” 

“I shouldn’t be–Hank promised me he wouldn’t do this again and he did and I literally went to fucking prison, so why am I acting like a child about this? He can do what he wants, I’m–” 

“Alex, stop.” 

“I didn’t mean to lie to you, I’m sorry–” 

“Breathe. I’m not angry with you. Box breaths, like you’re centering yourself before a recital, okay? Close your eyes. In for five. One, two, three, four, five. Hold for five. One, two, three, four, five. Out for five. One, two, three, four, five. Hold again, one, two, three, four, five. Okay? We’re gonna do it again.” 

“Okay.” 

 (Breathing.) 

“And again.” 

(Two minutes pass like this. When Alex speaks, it’s much more calm, though slightly worn out.) 

“Thanks.” 

“It’s okay.” 

(Beat.) 

“So you’re with Hank.” 

“Yeah. Well. I’m not sure. We’ve…um. Done some things you probably don’t wanna hear about, but we haven’t actually talked about whether we want more than that–” 

(DEEP BREATH.) 

“...Scott? You good?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. So you’ve. Hm. Okay. Bobby! Warren!” 

(Over the phone, the sound of footsteps, followed by: “You okay?” 

“Get me Hank, right now.” 

(“Scott, he’s allowed to like your brother, it’s not–”)

“You seriously think I’m upset about that? I’m upset because they’ve been…Doing Things without fucking talking about it, and now Hank’s ghosting him? What the fuck? Hank’s supposed to be the smart one!” 

(“Well, when you say it like that–” “It’s okay to have casual sex, Scott.”)

 “But Alex pretty fucking clearly doesn’t want that, if this is any indication! It might be fine for you and Warren, Bobby–” 

(“Whoa!” “Oh, god–”)

“But if he’s clearly upset by it then why in the hell would he ever do something like that, especially to my brother of all people?” 

(“Man, that’s not–” The door opens again and Bobby and Warren go quiet. “Hey, what’s going on?” “Hey, Jean. Scott’s on the phone with Alex.” “I see. Scott, are you alright?”) 

“Not really.” 

(“That’s okay. I brought Logan.” The door opens and shuts again. “Hey, Slim.”) 

“Hi.” 

(“Alright. Bobby, Warren, do you mind giving us a minute?” “Yeah, no problem. We’ll just–” “Cool.” There’s whispering, then the door opens and shuts again. “You wanna put Alex on speaker?” “Sure.”) 

“Hi, Alex, it’s Jean and Logan.” 

“Uh, hey.” 

“What’s going on?” 

“Um.” 

“You don’t have to tell us. But we’re happy to help if you want it.” 

“Slim, you look terrible. ” 

“I feel terrible.” 

“C’mere. Let Jean handle it, you’re alright.” 

“Yeah, fine.” 

“Is Scott okay?” 

“I think he’s a bit shocked. I’m a bit out of the loop, though, would you mind explaining what’s going on?” 

“...Sure. Basically, after you guys went to Hellfire, Hank told me…” 

 

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The Advice Pool, Issue #1: Rapid Fire Round! 

Q: How do you make your ex admit that she was wrong so that you can get back together with her? 

Advice: Don’t do that! If your relationship is conditional on her admitting she was wrong and changing her mind, find someone new who listens to you. 

Pool: Simple! Get one of your friends to lock you two in a SMALL room together, turn up the sex appeal to 100, and tell her you’re not gonna give her that good good unless she apologizes and admits to her bad behavior! Unless of course you’re in the wrong, butI have NO IDEA if you were based on this question xx nice job keepin’ it vague baby! 

 

 Q: I wanna propose to my girlfriend, but I’m worried we’re too young. What d’you think? 

Advice: I think it really depends on the relationship! If you’ve been together for a whileand you know you want to spend the rest of your life with her, I say have a conversationwith her and gauge her opinion on marriage. A proposal should be a fun surprise in terms of where and when, NOT in terms of why. Always talk it out before popping the question! Sometimes people just want different things. 

Pool: Yurr you’re deffo too young mwah 😘 ✨marriage is a societal hoax created as a transaction between families 🧚 💖nothing romantic about it babe 😍 😝

 

Q: is it inappropriate to ask someone out when they’re fuckbuddies w someone else

Advice: If they’re just casually having sex, then no! But make sure that’s all it is. 

Pool: Do it for the plot 💯Literally. This is a fanfiction do it for the plot 

 

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(Phone call transcript, continued:) 

“And now I don’t know if he even wants me for more than this.” 

“I’m gonna lose it.” 

“Can’t kill your best friend, bub. Much as I’d like to join ya.” 

“Can I be honest with you, Alex?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I think you and Hank should take a break from each other. He doesn’t seem to be in a position to be in a relationship right now, and I’m getting the feeling that something else is going on with you, too.” 

“Like what? Alex, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, Scott. Just Blandings stuff. I’m fine.” 

“What did they do this time?”

“Nothing, it’s fine. Leave it alone.” 

“Alex, that doesn’t sound fine.” 

“Scott. It’s been a long day for both of you. I think we can save that conversation for another time, okay?” 

“Jean’s right, Slim. You’re shakin’ as it is.” 

“What?! Dude, are you okay?”

“Not really! Hank’s been an asshole to you–” 

“No, hey, he’s mostly been good. I wanted to have sex after the Blandings basically told me I was worthless and he said no, so he’s fine!” 

“WHAT?” 

“Don’t make me carry you outta this building.” 

“The point is, I think we can work on it. Maybe? I–” 

“Alex, from everything you’ve said, Hank really hurt you by ignoring you today. I don’t think that’s the right mindset to try again with. Especially if your foster parents are being–”

“Shitstains.” 

“I was going to say cruel, Logan, but that works. I think you both need to take a breath and focus on yourselves before you try again. Obviously you don’t have to do what I’m advising, but I think you should consider it.” 

“She’s right, Alex.” 

“Well…maybe.” 

“More than maybe.” 

“Fine.” 

“...” 

“Don’t kill Hank.” 

“I’m not going to kill him.” 

“But?” 

“But I’m going to have a talk with him. A firm, putting-the-foot-down talk.” 

“Do you have to?”

“Yes! I need to talk about my feelings about this with him anyway, okay? I promise I’m not going to kill him.” 

“What about the Blandings?” 

“No comment.” 

“Atta boy, Slim.” 

“Logan!!!! Stop enabling my brother!” 

“No.” 

Anyway. I think we’re going to hang up now. Are you alright for the rest of the day, Alex?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” 

“Good.” 

“Thanks, Jean.” 

“No problem.” 

“You’re good for Scott. About time he met someone nice.” 

“Hey, what about me?” 

“Jury’s still out on you, Logan.” 

“Rude.” 

“Well–alright, Alex, take care of yourself today. Oh! And call your friend Lorna. Wanda and Pietro said she’s worried.” 

“Shit, she’s gonna be pissed at me. Okay, I’ll fix that.” 

“Okay. And don’t text Hank.” 

“Okay.” 

“Alright. Bye!” 

“Bye, Jean. Bye Logan, bye Scott!” 

“See ya.” 

“Feel better, Alex!” 

( call ended )

 

the incredibles

Saturday, October 1st, 5:36pm 

dash: in other news my plan to take down warren is now in motion

violet: oh god 

jackjack: NO

jackjack: IT’S BEEN SUCH A FUCKING DAY DO NOT DO THIS 

dash: :) 

ednamode: There he goes. 

jackjack: FUCKING WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS PIETRO 

 

untitled chat 

Saturday, October 1st, 5:38pm 

Pietro Maximoff: hey!! this is random and ik it’s been years but i may or may not really like you and if you’re interested i’d really like to take you on a date 

7:04pm 

Bobby Drake: u know those days when ur like “this might as well happen” 

Notes:

18 DAYS DOWN THE HATCH AND I'M COMING BACK WITH AN INSANE FUCKING CHAPTER LET'S GET INTO IT!!!!

- yes the title is from "cate's brother". it was either that or a marauders reference and tbh i couldn't do that to y'all
- hank "no i won't ghost again" mccoy on his way to ghost again: 🤡
- YIPPEEE ADVICE COLUMN!!!!!
- wade continues to look canon directly in the eye
- and yes american girl did publish that. i know bc i had the book
- AREN'T YOU EXHAUSTED RACHEL??
- kurt IS responsible for the free coffee machines and we should all bow down
- "not even the guy part" ENBY DEADPOOL REAL !!!!!
- wholesome or hole-some is an incredible bit
- god so many good bits in the advice column sections i can't even comment on all of them
- "about to make like an english class plot diagram and climax" KDJFLSDj
- creds to my flatmates for coming up w the boston cream pie line lol
- dp listing all those positions,,have you ever tried this one
- ororo and wanda <33333
- drip feeding you lore like a hamster mwah
- KNIFE KINK WANDA MAXIMOFF CANON
- erik baking charles scones oh my heart
- may's you say???? surely not,,,THAT may,,,
- ororo having a vibe in her glove compartment is taking me out lkdjfldsjl fucking superb you funky lil lesbian
- wait you're telling me there's tony stark angst in this fic
- charles is so unsubtle it's killing me
- "i'll spare you the details" MISSION FAILED
- NOT THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT
- "lorna please" and that was when the tone of the chap changed DRASTICALLY
- "liebling" <333333
- HAHA FUNNY XMEN FIC. LOL
- "he doesn't care just find him" OUCH. OUCH I'M IN PAIN. I WROTE IT BUT STILL
- scott getting more and more suspicious and upset w hank as the chap goes on hurts my soul
- get you backup like bobby and warren fr
- LOVE ali like yeah everyone knows who's asking this idgaf. should i kill her or what
- I LOVE KURT HE'S SO KIND
- "we've all made terrible romantic choices that have ruined our lives before" wade...what
- brb incorporating "i'll tell you this, girlboss" into my daily vocab immediately
- "jacking myself until my dick looked like a raw chicken" is HORRIFIC WADE
- RAHHHH PRINCESS DIARIES REFERENCE
- "fuck n suck your way through dc, founding fathers style" HELP
- also wade don't @ me about the hamilton references i keep it real and i'm hilarious
- that was so 2013 fanfic core i'm so sorry
- "Make like Chappell Roan, show all those future Congresswomen some magic, and make Miss Hate Fuck listen to all the buzzin’" INSANE. HELP LSDKFJDLKSJF
- WUH OH PHONE CALL TIME
- love the five seconds when alex and scott miscommunicate before everything goes to shit
- "you said you wouldn't do this again" MY HEART!!!!! I CAN'T WORK IN THESE CONDITIONS!!!!
- the amount of ppl at hank's flat in this chap is wild his flat is not built to hold all of you
- oop halex angst. lots of halex angst. which i think is unfortunately realistic considering hank Does up and disappear when forced to talk about his feelings and or confront an issue
- "am i even worth this for you??" alex projecting his feelings of inadequacy as given to him by the blandings onto their relationship...oh no
- "scott, i'm so sorr-" "give me the phone" YIKES
- "you seriously think i'm upset about that?" SEE HOW MANY ISSUES COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED
- not the stray @ warbobby's fuckbuddy thing
- RAHHH JOTTGAN
- logan hugged scott when he said "c'mere". i need you to know that
- love the rapid fire round. "don't do that!" ldjfldsjfldsj
- wade has commitment issues send tweet
- "literally. this is a fanfiction do it for the plot" 👀 foreshadowing
- JEAN OUR HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP QUEEN
- scott shaking...oh my boy
- the summers brothers make me emotional
- PLEASE REASSURE LORNA
- i'm obsessed with pietro. what's wrong with him
- i can sense the incoming warbobby angst,,,,,,like the smell of a rainstorm,,,,,

N E WAY what an angsty chapter good GOD. We haven't had one like this since hellfire!!! I really enjoyed writing it though, so hopefully you enjoyed reading it too!

Sorry for the wait!! Uni and the play are kicking my ass but we move woo

Thank you as always for the support, and I'll see you on the next one! WE OUT

Chapter 16: i can fix him (no really, i can!)

Notes:

Hello!! I missed you!!

Quick TWs for: descriptions of dissociation, avoidance, brief brief brief mentions of child abuse in a very psychology textbook sort of way, and a blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of sexual abuse (again, like a psych textbook)

Take care of yourself and lmk if I've missed anything! Enjoy the chapter <3

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

barbershop quartet 

Sunday, October 2nd, 8:31am 

scottydoesntknow: Bobby and Warren

scottydoesntknow: You two knew about Hank and Alex before yesterday, didn’t you

 

gentlemen prefer twinks 

Sunday, October 2nd, 8:32am 

nepobaby: Ah

nepobaby: Incoming crossfire

iceicebaby: we gotta come clean i fear 

nepobaby: Agreed

iceicebaby: great

iceicebaby: goooood morning westchester 🤩 🤩 🤩

 

barbershop quartet 

Sunday, October 2nd, 8:33am 

iceicebaby: yes, we did 

nepobaby: We didn’t think it was our place to tell you. 

scottydoesntknow: So you’ve all been talking about my brother behind my back, is that right? 

iceicebaby: not in a cruel way

iceicebaby: but yeah 

iceicebaby: in fairness we weren’t the ones to tell hank that alex liked him 

iceicebaby: that was pietro 

scottydoesntknow: Pietro 

nepobaby: Yes. 

scottydoesntknow: Perfect

scottydoesntknow: Everyone knew about this before I did

scottydoesntknow: Fuck you guys 

scottydoesntknow left barbershop quartet 

iceicebaby: shit

nepobaby: Yeah that’s about what I expected 

nepobaby: I reckon he just needs time to cool off? 

iceicebaby: hate the question mark there warwar ngl 

 

[Two days later] 

 

princess protection program 

Tuesday, October 4th, 10:34am 

elsa: hanky panky will u be attending class today 

beautynthebeast: Yes. 

beautynthebeast: Are you two coming? 

elsa: that’s what she said 

beautynthebeast: -_-

elsa: we are 

elsa: woo hoo 

barbiefairytopia: Can’t avoid class for the rest of the semester

barbiefairytopia: Unfortunately 

elsa: at least we’ll be able to see if scott’s alive

elsa: unless he skips 

barbiefairytopia: He’s too stubborn for that I think 

beautynthebeast: ^^^

beautynthebeast: I’m sorry for dragging you two into this. 

elsa: hank literally stfu we are here of our own volition!!!!!!

barbiefairytopia: I’faith! 

elsa: it’s my own fault for not being able to resist the siren call of drama 😩

barbiefairytopia: Same 

barbiefairytopia: We love two things: 

barbiefairytopia: ONE! Gossip!! 

barbiefairytopia: AND TWO!! Watching the world crash and burn as a result of said gossip

elsa: exactly 

elsa: we’re like those gay muppets

beautynthebeast: Bert and Ernie? 

elsa: naur 

elsa: these fuckers

elsa: statlerandwaldorf.jpeg

beautynthebeast: I see.

beautynthebeast: That makes much more sense. Bert and Ernie are too domestic for you two. 

barbiefairytopia: Bitch????????

barbiefairytopia: Anyway how are we approaching class today 

elsa: my thought. talking to scott is deffo gonna piss him off 

elsa: n i have negative doubts that if we piss him off logan will come to his defense in Scary Growly Ways 

elsa: jean might not be growly but she IS scary and i do NOT want to test her 

elsa: so my vote is let it be 

barbiefairytopia: Agreed 

barbiefairytopia: But we’re also fairly solidly in the wrong 

barbiefairytopia: Scott’s undoubtedly going to forgive you first, Hank

barbiefairytopia: Bobby and I get to lie in wait 

elsa: as a treat

beautynthebeast: What should I do, then? Scott and I haven’t really fought before. 

elsa: that

elsa: is an excellent question 

beautynthebeast: …Will it be answered? 

barbiefairytopia: Certainly not 

elsa: no way in hell babe 

 

group project! 

Tuesday, October 4th, 10:40am 

jeannie: Do you guys want anything from Coffee-a-Go-Go? I’m stopping by before class 

pipsqueak: espresso and lemon poppyseed muffin please 

pipsqueak: use my money from last time 

jeannie: That was already the plan 🥰mwah

jeannie: Scott? 

slim: I’m okay, thanks Jean

slim: Caffeine will make my anxiety worse 

pipsqueak: do you want our help 

pipsqueak: i’ll fight them 

jeannie: I will also fight them 

jeannie: Only if that’s what you want!!!

slim: No no it’s okay

slim: No fighting 

slim: As much as I’d like to see that 

slim: I just don’t want them to see them rn 

slim: Because objectively I know my friends and I’m sure there wasn’t any malicious intent and there’s probably a reasonable explanation

slim: But that said 

slim: Hank hurt Alex and they all lied to me 

slim: So I need some time 

jeannie: Gotcha

pipsqueak: we keep them from talking to you

slim: I don’t think Warren and Bobby will try ngl 

slim: But yeah maybe Hank 

slim: This is so stupid

jeannie: Expand on that? 

slim: I feel dramatic asking you guys to help 

slim: It’s not like I’m scared of them or anything I can talk to them myself you know

slim: You guys don’t have to protect me it’s fine

pipsqueak: it’s not protection

pipsqueak: backup 

pipsqueak: we know you can handle it slim

jeannie: Exactly

jeannie: We’re just here to help if you need it 

slim: Yeah

slim: I don’t want to get all victim complex about this 

jeannie: Being upset with your friends and setting boundaries are perfectly normal responses! You were genuinely wronged, whether or not that was their intention

jeannie: Victim complexes mean you wrongfully think that people are out to get you all the time, which isn’t true 

pipsqueak: we’re supposed to have your back it’s normal

pipsqueak: don’t overthink it

pipsqueak: just get through class and you can have your muffin

slim: Wait that’s for me??? 

pipsqueak: shit 

pipsqueak: i was gonna surprise you in class

pipsqueak: sorry 

slim: HMMMMMMGHHHHJHJHKDSHJLFDSLK:F:KLSDJFKL:

pipsqueak: are you gluten free

slim: NO YOU’RE JUST VERY 

slim: GOD

jeannie: RIGHT 

pipsqueak: do you not want the muffin 

slim: How far are you from the poli sci building I need to kiss the everloving fuck out of you 

pipsqueak: 5 minutes  

slim: Excellent

jeannie: EXPLODING WITH JOY 

jeannie: Me when we make each other happy or whatever 

jeannie: screamingheartkermit.jpg

jeannie: See you soon WITH muffin and espresso in tow 🫡

slim: God you’re incredible

pipsqueak: i am running 

slim: SLFDJKLSDGJKLSDJFLJFDSL

 

princess protection program 

Tuesday, October 4th, 10:52am 

elsa: my self preservation vs. the crippling urge to yell THATS MY BOY when i see scott lichrally being LIFTED INTO THE AIR by logan n kissing him 

elsa: scott: *having his princess diaries kiss*  me, hiding behind a bush: *furious fist-pumping in support* 

barbiefairytopia: REAL I’m in the bush on the other side of the pavement 

barbiefairytopia: Taking photos bc I think they’ll want them at some point

elsa: cmon stalker era 🤪

barbiefairytopia: I’M BEING SUPPORTIVE 

beautynthebeast: I just ran into Jean on the way to class. It was so horrifically awkward. 

beautynthebeast: She nearly spilled coffee on me and then apologized to me and I didn’t know what to do so I took off my glasses?

elsa: babe

elsa: what

beautynthebeast: I DON’T KNOW!  

beautynthebeast: I think I said “I saw nothing” and ran. Like a fool. 

barbiefairytopia: Oh Hank 

barbiefairytopia: I don’t even know what to say 

barbiefairytopia: Just. Oh Hank 

beautynthebeast: I am taking the teacher’s entrance. 

elsa: OH HANK 

 

your brother is an idiot

Tuesday, October 4th, 10:53am 

Alex Summers: I assume you know Scott’s gf says we should take a break

Alex Summers: More than just the past 2 days I mean

 

princess protection program 

Tuesday, October 4th, 10:54am 

beautynthebeast: Alex just texted me.

elsa: NO NO NO 

elsa: DO NOT LOOK DO NOT RESPOND WE R ABT TO GO INTO CLASS W SCOTT U NEED TO BECOME TROY BOLTON

beautynthebeast: Why????

barbiefairytopia: Get your head in the game

elsa: GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME

elsa: thx bb exactly!!

elsa: don’t u DARE look at ur phone henry philip mccoy

elsa: leave the tea for after class when i can look over ur shoulder and react to the texts properly

barbiefairytopia: Took the words right out of my mouth 

elsa: oh well if ur mouth’s empty i’m happy to put smth else in it

barbiefairytopia: Oh yeah? 

beautynthebeast: GUYS!

barbiefairytopia: SORRY

elsa: LOCKING IN LOCKING IN 

elsa: do not fucking look hank

elsa: imagine scott’s face if he sees u texting his brother in class after all the shit that went down

elsa: picture it

barbiefairytopia: And consider that the entire rest of the class knows as far as I’m aware

barbiefairytopia: So

barbiefairytopia: Save it for a quiet and secure location

beautynthebeast: You’re right, you’re right. 

elsa: and be chill when scott walks in!!

elsa: not chill in an “i actually don’t give a fuck that i hurt u and i’ve lost no sleep over this” way tho

elsa: chill in a “damn i’m really sad i hurt my friend and i wanna make up for it but i am certainly Not receiving texts from his brother at this very moment” way

beautynthebeast: How could I possibly convey either of those exact emotional responses–

barbiefairytopia: Bobby reel it back we gotta go simple

elsa: reeling it back reeling it back

barbiefairytopia: Just stay quiet and look mournful alright

beautynthebeast: Okay. I can do that.

barbiefairytopia: Perfect

barbiefairytopia: And try not to make eye contact with him

elsa: or logan

elsa: or jean

beautynthebeast: But they’re right across from me.

elsa: stare mournfully at your paper babe

elsa: take some mournful ass notes

barbiefairytopia: Draw a little frowny face in the margins if it helps set the tone

beautynthebeast: I could draw a sad Alex.

elsa: DO NOT

barbiefairytopia: NO

barbiefairytopia: NO DRAWING ALEX

 

tomorrow (i love ya) 

Tuesday, October 4th, 11:16am 

warbucks: Hi Jean, I love the outfit you chose for today. I’m noticing some tension in the class. Has something happened? Love Charles

annie: Charles how are you even texting me you’re lecturing as we speak

annie: I’ll fill you in after class! 

warbucks: Jean, sounds great! Hope all is well. Love Charles

annie: The phone isn’t even in your hand???????

 

alleged furries 

Tuesday, October 4th, 11:31am

kurtwanker: how’s scott doing??

shortking: his water bottle’s been empty for ten minutes 

shortking: don’t think he’s noticed 

shortking: every time he sips it dry gurgles

shortking: also he’s been making paper cranes nonstop and i didn’t know he could do that 

kurtwanker: oh gosh

kurtwanker: and the others??

shortking: hank hasn’t stopped staring at his paper and bobby and warren are passing notes

shortking: i see a lot of upside down frowny faces

kurtwanker: good lord what a disaster

kurtwanker: is it bad form to publish unsolicited advice that just so happens to be relevant to their exact situation

shortking: wade would probably go for it

kurtwanker: see that makes me think it is bad form

 

witching hour

Tuesday, October 4th, 11:37am

badwitch: how’s class babe

goodwitch: The tension’s so thick, you’d need to cut it with a chainsaw.

goodwitch: How’s yours?

badwitch: triangle I THINK EMMA AND MADDIE ARE TEXTING UNDER THE TABLE

goodwitch: WHAAAAAAAAAAT

 

femininomenon

Tuesday, October 4th, 11:37am

frostythesnowbitch: I heard your sister’s boyfriend got into some drama.

goblindeeznuts: so you’re not ignoring me

frostythesnowbitch: No.

goblindeeznuts: hunting for gossip? 

frostythesnowbitch: Yes.

goblindeeznuts: you won’t get any from me

goblindeeznuts: i didn’t know they started dating

frostythesnowbitch: I see.

goblindeeznuts: is it slenderman or tater tot

frostythesnowbitch: Both, I think.

goblindeeznuts: did you hear this in theatre

frostythesnowbitch: Where else? 

11:47am

frostythesnowbitch: You look good today.

goblindeeznuts: don’t push it



sweatin like 2 sinners in church

Tuesday, October 4th, 11:53am 

chere: you know anything about that advice-pool column thing? 

sugah: not much 

sugah: why?

chere: i just thought it’d be up your street

chere: lots of good drama in there

sugah: i’ll have to check it out

sugah: thanks for thinkin of me baby <3 

chere: always <3

 

2 best friends…they might kiss

Tuesday, October 4th, 11:55am 

blossom: are you upset with me

bubbles: why would i be upset with you??

bubbles: did you commit another crime

blossom: no no no we’re well past that

bubbles: yeah i was going to say

blossom: i meant bc you asked advice pool about taking down your nemeses regina-mills-style and meanwhile my boyfriend pretty clearly requested advice on whether or not he should ask me to marry him

bubbles: wait so you’re certain it was him? 

blossom: 90 percent sure at least

blossom: i asked him about advice-pool and you know he’s a terrible liar sooo

bubbles: which is wild considering that’s a pretty big part of his job

blossom: i have a feeling i’m the only person he can’t lie to tbh 

bubbles: anyway no i’m not mad at you rogue

bubbles: i’m just hellbent on revenge 

bubbles: but aside from that do you think you’ll do it 

blossom: get married????

bubbles: obviously 

blossom: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

princess protection program

Tuesday, October 4th, 12:02pm 

elsa: we did it boys 

elsa: good work ten-hut etc

elsa: and as a check in howwwwww sad are we feeling!!! 💃

barbiefairytopia: I feel so guilty

beautynthebeast: I want to lay face down on the sidewalk. 

beautynthebeast: Or in the grass.

beautynthebeast: Any surface will do. 

elsa: not gonna front fellas

elsa: same

beautynthebeast: God, this is depressing.

barbiefairytopia: It’s okay we can do this

barbiefairytopia: Hopefully by the time DC rolls around we’ll be fine 

elsa: omfg i forgot about that

barbiefairytopia: It’s okay if it’s not fine by then then it’ll be exposure therapy 

barbiefairytopia: Hopefully 

elsa: godddddddddd

beautynthebeast: I’m texting Alex back. 

elsa: BITCH

barbiefairytopia: WAIT FOR ME 

 

your brother is an idiot

Tuesday, October 4th, 12:05pm 

Hank McCoy: I guessed. 

Hank McCoy: Alex, I can’t apologize enough. 

Alex Summers: No, you can’t

Alex Summers: How’d it go with Scott

Hank McCoy: He’s not talking to me. You? 

Alex Summers: He’s sad

Alex Summers: And angry and disappointed and all that but you know Scott he doesn’t like strife

Alex Summers: He’ll forgive you

Hank McCoy: Will you? 

Hank McCoy: Wait, don’t answer that. That wasn’t a fair question. 

Alex Summers: Nope

Alex Summers: Not yet

Alex Summers: You’ll have to do that showing over telling thing

Alex Summers: Actions speak louder than words bla bla

Alex Summers: Have your therapist send me a letter proving that you’ve been discussing your avoidant tendencies

Alex Summers: That’ll really knock my socks off

Hank McCoy: I don’t have a therapist. 

Alex Summers: There we go there’s action #1 

Alex Summers: I’m kidding I know therapists cost a lot of money

Hank McCoy: I’m sure there are workbooks or something. 

Hank McCoy: Maybe there’s a WikiHow page on how to avoid your avoidance. 

Alex Summers: Hey 

Alex Summers: Don’t be funny when we’re not together it’s rude

Hank McCoy: Why? 

Alex Summers: Because I don’t want to want to kiss you when I’m upset with you 

Alex Summers: It’s confusing

Hank McCoy: You couldn’t kiss me before, though.

Alex Summers: Yeah but I could let myself want to 

Hank McCoy: I’ll find a workbook. 

Alex Summers: Good

Alex Summers: Now tell Scott you just texted me 

Hank McCoy: You texted me first.

Alex Summers: Tell him you responded

Alex Summers: No more lying to him 

Hank McCoy: Alright. 

 

keepers of the braincell

(members: Scott Summers and Hank McCoy) 

Tuesday, October 4th, 12:17pm 

cookiemonster: Hey, Scott. Alex texted me, and I texted him back. I thought you should know. 

 

teenage mutant ninja turtles

Tuesday, October 4th, 12:18pm 

leonardo: Why the hell did you text Hank 

michelangelo: Holy shit he actually told you 

michelangelo: I thought he was lying

leonardo: Alex

leonardo: Why. Are you and Hank. Texting

michelangelo: I just wanted to communicate that we’re officially on a break

leonardo: You two didn’t even communicate that you were officially together

michelangelo: That

michelangelo: Is true

leonardo: Jesus Christ

michelangelo: But change has to start somewhere right

michelangelo: I’m fixing the old mistakes 

michelangelo: And him texting you is a step in the right direction 

leonardo: So you still want to be with him?? After all that??

michelangelo: Yes, eventually

michelangelo: Hank is a good person

michelangelo: You know that

leonardo: I do 

leonardo: But I don’t want you to invest time in trying to fix him because I doubt it’ll work 

leonardo: Hank is stubborn

leonardo: This isn’t some Beauty and the Beast scenario

leonardo: He’s not magically going to turn into a guy with good communication skills 

leonardo: And Bobby and Warren aren’t going to wait oh my god Bobby and Warren are Cogsworth and Lumiere

leonardo: Wait that’s so fitting

leonardo: Goddammit I wish I were still in barbershop quartet so that I could change their nicknames

michelangelo: I’m just gonna ignore the beauty and the beast sidebar

michelangelo: Trust me with this Scott 

michelangelo: As my social worker would say if Hank wants to grow that’s up to him 

michelangelo: I’m just giving light suggestions

leonardo: What does Lorna think of this

michelangelo: Lorna doesn’t need to know

leonardo: Annnnnd there it is

 

untitled chat

Tuesday, October 4th, 12:34pm

Hank McCoy: Hi Jean, it’s Hank. I hope you’re well. Scott mentioned that you study Child Psychology as well, and I was wondering if you had any pamphlets, workbooks, or websites on avoidant tendencies and how to deal with them/make them better. I know Scott and I aren’t speaking right now, so feel free to ignore this, but if you do have any advice or resources, I’d be very grateful. Thank you! 

 

group project! 

Tuesday, October 4th, 12:35pm 

jeannie: screenshot.jpg

jeannie: Scott? 

slim: Yeah Alex is on the “I can fix him” train

jeannie: Ah

jeannie: And Hank is also on that train? 

jeannie: Or getting hit by that train? 

jeannie: This metaphor isn’t really working nevermind he’s also trying to fix himself? 

slim: Seems it

pipsqueak: hm 

pipsqueak: probably knew jean would text us too

pipsqueak: he’s telegraphing his movements on purpose

jeannie: I’m happy to lend him some resources, but only if you’re okay with it, Scott

slim: I guess it won’t hurt

slim: Even if he and Alex don’t get back together he needs to work on that anyways 

slim: So

slim: And Alex really likes him and I want him to be happy 

slim: Especially with the Blandings being fucking awful

slim: Go for it

jeannie: On it 👍

12:46pm 

pipsqueak: how many of those pamphlets do you have

jeannie: It’s mostly websites and psychology articles in jstor, ngl 

jeannie: But I have a few favourites!! Especially for the different attachment styles, which avoidance falls under

pipsqueak: cool 

pipsqueak: do you have any on forgetting

jeannie: Forgetting something specific, or general memory loss? 

jeannie: Or memory loss as a trauma response and/or a result of dissociation? 

pipsqueak: what’s dissociation

jeannie: Well, it varies from person to person, but generally I’d describe it as a coping mechanism for trauma, in which a person’s mental self separates from their conscious self. There are a LOT of different varieties of dissociation, but a simple way to describe it would be that feeling of “zoning out” x100. A person can feel like they’re not really where they are physically, and their mind is elsewhere. Sometimes that can lead to memory loss, sometimes difficulty pinning down reality, sometimes a person’s psyche separating into multiple personalities to deal with the trauma. It depends. And I’m not an expert, so don’t take my word as gospel lol 

pipsqueak: what kind of trauma

jeannie: It depends, but what we talk about the most in Child Psychology is abuse from a parent/authority figure, be that physical, verbal, emotional, or sexual

jeannie: And it’s not always based on relationships. Sometimes it’s just down to a really awful situation–take veterans, for example 

jeannie: Dissociation can be a symptom of PTSD 

pipsqueak: hm

pipsqueak: and it makes you forget

jeannie: Sometimes, yes

jeannie: Why? 

pipsqueak: just wondering

jeannie: Okay! 

jeannie: I can link some articles, if you’re interested

pipsqueak: sure

jeannie: Cool cool! 

jeannie: Jean Grey invited you to view a folder: dissociation 4 class 

jeannie: Happy researching beautiful 

pipsqueak: corny

jeannie: mwah

 

poli sci pals

Tuesday, October 4th, 1:03pm

cyclops: Lot of questions about dissociation huh

levis: Oh trust me babe I’m about to do a quick sleuth

levis: A non-invasive sleuth!!! But a sleuth all the same 

cyclops: Let’s go Nancy Drew!! 

cyclops: Wait she’s a redhead too 

(cyclops changed levis’ nickname to nancydrew) 

nancydrew: LOVE

 

untitled chat

Tuesday, October 4th, 1:06pm 

Jean Grey: Hey Kurt, it’s Jean!! I’ve just realized I barely know you even though you’re Logan’s best friend lol, I wanted to say hi! 

Kurt Wagner: omg hi jean!! what’s up! 

Jean Grey: Ok to be completely honest Scott and I were just talking about whether or not our high school selves would get along and I was wondering what Logan was like in high school! You’ve known him since you were kids, right?

Kurt Wagner: haha no i only met him in first year of uni

Jean Grey: Wait really?? You guys seem so close

Jean Grey: Agh not that I’m saying you need to have known him for like ten years to be close with him or anything

Kurt Wagner: no no i understand!! i too am always on the hunt for logan lore

Jean Grey: RIGHT I love a lore drop 

Kurt Wagner: exactly!! sadly though i don’t know anything about his high school self 

Jean Grey: Np!! Does he just not like to talk about it? 

Kurt Wagner: not quite

Kurt Wagner: sorry i’d tell you more but that’s his to share

Jean Grey: Absolutely 

Jean Grey: Damn I was really on the lookout for a photo of baby Logan, I bet he was adorable

Kurt Wagner: aww yes with little baby tufts of hair!! 

Jean Grey: You read my mind 

Jean Grey: Thank you though!! 

Kurt Wagner: anytime!! 

 

poli sci pals

Tuesday, October 4th, 1:12pm

cyclops: How’s the sleuthing? 

nancydrew: Very strange

nancydrew: I have a hypothesis but I’m going to have to keep looking

cyclops: Oooh a mystery

cyclops: I’m intrigued

nancydrew: As you should be, my dear Watson

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Tuesday, October 4th, 4:44pm 

iceicebaby: i’m shitting myself can u come over and fuck the nerves out of me

nepobaby: No offense babe but if you’re shitting yourself I don’t really want to get up there

iceicebaby: okay smartass!!!!

iceicebaby: pleaseeeeeeee

nepobaby: Fine On my way! 

iceicebaby: yippee!!! 

nepobaby: Why are you so nervous?? Is everything good??? 

iceicebaby: warwar i know u think i’m ice cold but even iiiiii get nervous abt this kind of thing

nepobaby: What kind of thing??

iceicebaby: wait did i not tell u????

nepobaby: ????

iceicebaby: shit i didn’t sorry i thought i mentioned it in class

iceicebaby: i have a date w pietro tonight!! 

nepobaby is typing…

nepobaby is typing…

nepobaby is typing…

nepobaby: Pietro Maximoff?

iceicebaby: yeeeee he asked me out after the disaster the other day n i was so overwhelmed that i just said yes but!! now i’m actually kind of excited

iceicebaby: it’s at 6 so there’s plenty of time to Get Down to Business and to help me pick out an outfit

nepobaby: 6? 

iceicebaby: yeppp

nepobaby: So, dinner? 

iceicebaby: mhm at burrata

nepobaby: He’s taking you to the fancy Italian place on the first date? 

iceicebaby: dude right he’s lowkey raising my standards

nepobaby: He’ll probably pay too

iceicebaby: maybe if i bat my eyelashes reallyyyyy nicely mwahahaha

nepobaby: Cool

4:58pm 

nepobaby: Shit I just remembered I have to get groceries I can’t come

iceicebaby: warwar be so fr u know ur always welcome to the food at mine

nepobaby: Yeah but I need Trader Joe’s specifically

nepobaby: So I’ll see you tomorrow have fun

iceicebaby: okay????? see you bb bring me back some scandinavian swimmers <33333

 

maple bratwurst

Tuesday, October 4th, 5:01pm

bluemangroup: do you remember “trouble in fuckbuddy paradise”? 

burnvictimchic: yes of corsa some of my finest advice yet 

burnvictimchic: which is rough bc that was my FIRST PIECE 

bluemangroup: they just sent in a message that says “KMSSSSSS”

burnvictimchic: aha

burnvictimchic: it seems we’ve reached the jealousy and miscommunication portion of the fic 

burnvictimchic: and it only took us three months

bluemangroup: wade it’s been five days???

burnvictimchic: maybe for you

burnvictimchic: SOME OF US have been stuck in narrative limbo!!!!!!!!!!

bluemangroup: i worry about you 

Notes:

HELLO IT'S BEEN SO LONG I'M SO SORRY
This semester has been truly buck fucking wild but!! It's boxing day!! it's writing time!! I've missed this so fucking much and i'm so glad to be back please forgive me!!

LET'S GET INTO IT:
- bobby and warren: here come the consequences of our actions
- "fuck you guys" and leaving the chat is SUCH a late teens early 20s thing to do and also So scott to me personally. don't @ me
- WOAHHHH A TIME JUMP???
- bobby's "woo hoo"...he isn't even TRYING to pretend
- THOSE GAY MUPPETS DFJLSDJF
- of COURSE warren is offended that hank said bert n ernie are too domestic for them...babe...
- obsessed w bobby's energy this chapter. helping zero percent but serving cunt 100 percent
- THE MUFFIN PLOY. LOGAN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
- also jean fully planning to use his money is iconic i love her
- jean has So many psychology TM moments in this chap put that degree to use babe
- "are you gluten free" HELP
- "i am running" I LOVE HIM
- the urge to draw scott being lifted by logan while being smooched,,,,
- SDKLFJLSJ WARBOBBY IN OPPOSITE BUSHES
- "I am taking the teacher's entrance" "OH HANK" REAL
- alex was messy for that one. turns up two days later like "so have you heard" GIRL YES
- warren reading bobby's mind with the hsm reference hurts me
- warbobby go a chapter without making an innuendo challenge
- take some mournful ass notes literally what's hard about that hank
- "I could draw a sad Alex" IN WHAT WORLD IS THAT HELPFUL
- charles hunting for the tea help dslkfjlsdjflsjd he's so me
- HOW IS HE TEXTING
- the kurt n logan interaction is so short but so special to me. logan is literally seeing lots of upside down frowny faces okay
- "wade would probably go for it" "see that makes me think it is bad form" SLDFJSLK
- "triangle I THINK--" WANDA I LOVE YOU
- maddie won't admit it but you KNOW she's hurt that jean hasn't told her about scott n logan
- maddie n emma are that "i'm not calling you a good girl, emma, you bla bla bla" meme
- rogue like so remy. know anything about that column that mentioned marriage the other day?? any idea what that's about at all?
- "uhhhhhhhh" oop
- princess protection program gang is going through it i'm so sorry lads
- "I can't apologize enough" "no you can't" GET HIS ASS
- this halex interaction is living rent free in my mind. their dynamic is just soooooooo
- "you couldn't kiss me before" "yeah but i could let myself want to" OUCH
- idk if yall know this but I LOVE THE SUMMERS BROTHERS
- "Goddammit I wish I were still in barbershop quartet so that I could change their nicknames" I AM IN PAIN
- "lorna doesn't need to know" jesus christ
- hank going to the first person he knows with a psychology background is hysterical to me
- obsessed with logan side-eyeing hank like i know what you're doing. it's giving military strategist
- BEAUTIFUL IS BACK LET'S GOOO
- NANCY DREW JEAN I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT
- jean immediately trying to get info out of kurt is so fckn funny. her n scott are on the case
- BOBBY I'M GONNA KILL YOU. YOU CANNOT ASK HIM TO COME OVER AND FUCK YOU RIGHT BEFORE A DATE WITH ANOTHER GUY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
- need yall to picture warren screeching to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk when he read "i have a date w pietro"
- "and help me pick out an outfit" bobby you are on thin fucking ice
- i know i wrote him but still. GIRL
- POOR POOR WARREN
- wade do not @ me okay it's been a busy semester

ANYWAY. I LOVE YOU ALL AND I AM SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN SO LONG. Thank you for your patience!! I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Hope to see you soon <3333333 MWAH

Chapter 17: jg undercover

Notes:

Hello!!
Quick TWs for descriptions of dissociation, and concern from others over the character who is dissociating.
It's towards the end of the chapter!
Take care of yourselves and let me know if you need me to warn for anything else <3

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

daddy issues

Tuesday, October 4th, 6:02pm 

richierich: Hey mate

richierich: I know this is horrible timing and you don’t want to see any of us, much less me 

richierich: I should’ve told you about Hank and Alex and I’m sorry

richierich: I’ll apologise as many times as you need me to and I’ll do whatever you want me to, INCLUDING your laundry. Again

richierich: I’m not asking you to forgive me right this second but you’re the only person who knows how I feel and Bobby asked me to fuck him right before going on a date with Pietro 

richierich: A date which they’re currently on 

richierich: At the fancy fucking Italian place

richierich: Again. You can ignore this

richierich: But if you felt like putting this shit aside for a night I’d be forever grateful 

6:14pm 

lilorphanannie: I’m coming over

lilorphanannie: Stopping at the store first, do you want anything

richierich: That American ice cream that’s kind of like Cornettos??

richierich: Thank you so fucking much Scott

lilorphanannie: Drumsticks it is 

lilorphanannie: Don’t worry about it Warren 

lilorphanannie: You pissed me off but I’m here for you 

 

snitches get stitches

Tuesday, October 4th, 10:08pm 

gottagofast: texting here bc dad doesn’t need to know abt my sex life

gottagofast: BUT SPEAKING OF 

gottagofast: TEEHEEHEE 

reversethepolarity: pietro django maximoff

reversethepolarity: what the hell did you do 

hereswandawall: he took bobby drake on a date 

hereswandawall: and presumably fucked him 

reversethepolarity: let me guess. 

reversethepolarity: this is what you meant when you said you were going to take down warren 

gottagofast: yurrrrrrrr

reversethepolarity: of course

reversethepolarity: what is even your beef with him 

reversethepolarity: alex seems to think he’s fine 

gottagofast: BE HAPPY FOR ME 

gottagofast: i like bobby he’s cute and funny n i relate to his formerly-repressed-gay rizz

reversethepolarity: i thought this was about warren?????? 

gottagofast: some of us crave revenge as a motive okay

gottagofast: some of us harbor years-long crushes and wait for the perfect opportunity/villain to kick us into high gear at last

reversethepolarity: meaning you two

gottagofast: yes

hereswandawall: yes

hereswandawall: and clearly it’s worked in our favor bc i’m now dating america’s hottest punk lesbian and pietro just went on a date with. from what i can tell. an extremely messy commitment-phobic twink

hereswandawall: which leads me to my next point: this is not going to end well

gottagofast: no no no BECAUSE

gottagofast: we didn’t even DO the twink two-step we just had a genuinely very sweet and nice lil date

gottagofast: i kissed him at the door and left. Like a GENTLEMAN 

gottagofast: which tells me he’s not just in this for the suckin n fuckin!!!!! Because i was clearly down to get down and he was all “let’s take our time and not rush into it” 

gottagofast: we have an emotional connection motherfucker

hereswandawall: hm

reversethepolarity: hm

reversethepolarity: pietro i’d like to support you bc it’s rare that you’re not being a little shit just because you’re bored

reversethepolarity: and this time you have actual feelings or whatever

reversethepolarity: but in the halex endgame chat bobby explicitly referred to his and warren’s thing as “longterm fwb” 

reversethepolarity: so they have this platonic emotional connection on account of being close friends AND they have a pretty longstanding sexual connection which. for you allos. seems to be the perfect breeding ground for a romantic relationship 

reversethepolarity: or at the very least some serious mutual pining

gottagofast: okay MAYBE BUT 

reversethepolarity: here we go

gottagofast: if they’ve been fucking for so long without going on a date or. you know. doing anything more than that then CLEARLY bobby is NOT into warren and just has sexual needs that need to be filled  

gottagofast: literally

reversethepolarity: ew

gottagofast: warren clearly has feelings i’ll grant you that but he’s boring rude british and rich whereas IIIII am a fun loving spontaneous kind of guy and therefore perfect for bobby’s chaotic energy

gottagofast: i guarantee you in a week or LESS bobby will drop warren like a hot potato 

reversethepolarity: this just seems like a messy situation to get in the middle of

gottagofast: i can handle mess lorna

gottagofast: and i can definitely handle a stuck up brit

gottagofast: i’ve got this

hereswandawall: and that’s a maximoff guarantee

 

group project! 

Wednesday, October 5th, 9:34am 

jeannie: Good morning!! 🥰

slim: Morning!

pipsqueak: morning :) 

jeannie: I have a lecture today on dissociation in children if you wanna come with, Logan! 

jeannie: Obviously you’re invited too Scott <3

slim: Haha thanks

pipsqueak: is that allowed

jeannie: Not strictly but I doubt anyone will care/notice

jeannie: I can just say you’re tagging along before a date or something

jeannie: And we can sit in the back!

pipsqueak: okay

pipsqueak: what time

jeannie: 2:00! 

pipsqueak: cool

jeannie: Scott?

slim: I’ll meet up with you guys afterwards, Warren and I are spending the morning kickboxing and then stopping by World Market for English comfort food + a flouncy robe for him to dramatically lounge around in 

jeannie: Oh???

pipsqueak: i thought we were mad at him 

slim: We are

slim: But I’ve tabled that issue for later due to him being heartbroken

jeannie: Oh no!! What happened? 

slim: Bobby went on a date with Pietro Maximoff 😐

slim: And apparently asked Warren to come over and have sex two hours before said date

jeannie: WHAT

pipsqueak: that’s wrong

pipsqueak: very wrong

jeannie: OH–

jeannie: I need to become close with the barbershop quartet immediately so that I can knock some sense into him

jeannie: MY GOD 

jeannie: YOU DON’T DO THAT

jeannie: LIKE 

jeannie: WHERE IS THE ETIQUETTE??????????? 

jeannie: Is Bobby poly even???

slim: Nope

jeannie: Fucking Jesus Christ in heaven 

pipsqueak: so he’s just two-timing

slim: I mean

slim: Warren and Bobby aren’t technically in a relationship 

pipsqueak: but they’re having sex

slim: Yes

pipsqueak: for four years

slim: Yes

jeannie: SEE AND THIS IS WHERE I FEEL LIKE 

jeannie: You HAVE to treat your partner more respectfully than that???? Regardless of Warren only being a sexual partner?????????? 

jeannie: And did he tell Pietro?? 

slim: I’m not sure, I haven’t spoken to him

slim: He’s currently on my shit list

pipsqueak: he definitely didn’t

pipsqueak: since he was so casual with warren about it

jeannie: My head is going to explode. Oh my god

slim: I like you so much

slim: Jean’s passion for healthy relationships and communication vs. whatever the fuck Bobby is doing: fight

jeannie: EXACTLY 

jeannie: BOBBY WHY 

jeannie: I’m sitting him down idc

jeannie: I’ll ask Warren first but like. Bobby. BOBBY

jeannie: This is so Not Okay 

pipsqueak: i’d pay to see that

jeannie: First Maddie and Emma, then Hank and Alex, and now this!!!!

jeannie: Can no one be normal about romance????? At all?????

jeannie: I’m genuinely losing my mind I need to calm down 

jeannie: *Angela Giarratana voice* I need to calm down. I’m an adult

pipsqueak: nah this is a normal thing to be upset about

pipsqueak: i know bc if i told kurt about this he’d rage for hours

pipsqueak: and kurt has solidly normal reactions in my experience

slim: I like that Kurt is your control group 

slim: I’m barbershop quartet’s according to Hank

pipsqueak: good 

pipsqueak: then they know it makes sense you’re angry

slim: Exactly

 

To: Ororo Munroe

Cc: Charles Xavier 

 

Re: Playwriting Competition–Fixed

Wednesday, October 5th, 12:03pm 

 

Ms. Munroe, 

 

I’ve done some digging. Please see attached a file containing the evidence I’ve compiled so far. It’s locked for security–just in case. You’ll be able to access it. The password is the name of your best friend’s cat. 

 

Please give it a read. Let me know if you’re available for Charles’s office hours tomorrow; if you are, let’s meet there and we can all work on making a case from the evidence compiled. 

 

Best, 

Raven Darkholme-Adler 

(pronouns: she/her) 

 

P.S. If you were inclined to subtly ask one of your fellow (blonde) students about the events surrounding the playwriting competition a few years ago, I’d advise you to take notes and bring them to me after the field trip. 



Re: Playwriting Competition–Fixed

Wednesday, October 5th, 12:33pm 

 

Mrs. Darkholme-Adler, 

 

Thank you for your email and your help. I’m happy to meet tomorrow afternoon during Professor Xavier’s office hours. 

 

And I’m more than happy to take diligent notes this weekend. 

 

Thank you, 

Ororo Munroe 

 

untitled chat

Wednesday, October 5th, 12:41pm 

(Incoming call from: jean poli sci) 

Transcription: 

“Hey Warren, it’s Jean! Scott’s girlfriend?” 

“Hi Jean, you alright?” 

“Hm? Yeah, I’m good! I’m not calling about Scott or anything, no reason to worry, I promise.” 

“Oh–no, sorry, that’s a British thing. I meant: how are you?” 

“Ohhhh, I see! I’m good, how are you?” 

“I’m alright, thanks.” 

A few seconds of awkward silence.

“Is there…a reason you called, or–” 

“Yes! Sorry, yes! Look. Scott told me what happened with you and Bobby.” 

“Ah.” 

“Yeah. And I know it’s not even close to my business, but I really think someone needs to give Bobby a wake-up call.” 

Pause.

“And you want to be the one to do that.” 

“Yes.” 

“Um–”

“So it’s two things. One, he won’t know that I know what happened at all. I’m going to fake running into him, get to talking about how his life is going, and then get the situation out of him so that he doesn’t know I spoke to you at all.” 

“How?”

“I’m pretty good at reading people. I can lead the conversation where I want it to go without him noticing, promise.” 

“Well, that’s terrifying.” 

She laughs. “I use my powers for good, don’t worry.” 

“Oh-kay…” 

“Second thing! When are his shifts at the ice cream parlor?” 

 

short n’ sweet 

Wednesday, October 5th, 1:02pm 

juno: pitching a field trip packing party tmrw night at mine!!!!

taste: i’m so down!

espresso: jasssssss

bedchem: so we pack our stuff up to bring over to yours

bedchem: and then unpack it

bedchem: and then repack it

juno: ……….

juno: ukno what logan u make a great point

juno: PITCHING: everyone hangs out with jubilee while she packs for the field trip party tmrw night at mine 

espresso: jasssss

taste: i’m there

bedchem: cool 

 

group project! 

Wednesday, October 5th, 1:42pm 

jeannie: On my way to the lecture hall! 

pipsqueak: cool i’ll meet you outside jeannie

jeannie: Sounds good 💖

jeannie: Also I’ll be going straight from the lecture to a little Bobby-based espionage, so! I’ll be a lil late to library study date 

jeannie: All espionage is completely above board and Warren-approved, fear not 

slim: Warren wishes you the best of luck in your espionage adventures

slim: kickboxingselfie.jpg

pipsqueak: i like your shirt slim

slim: I’m sure you do 

jeannie: I am in FULL agreement with Logan

jeannie: It really shows off your arms

jeannie: Fancy joining me for some subtle espionage Logan? 

pipsqueak: definitely 

slim: scottpunchingbag.jpg

slim: Warren took this haha

jeannie: JUST FELL TO MY KNEES IN A WALMART PARKING LOT

pipsqueak: damn i should’ve gone kickboxing today

slim: Stoooooop I’m blushiiiiiing

pipsqueak: sorry

pipsqueak: is the flirting okay

pipsqueak: i know you wanna take it slow

jeannie: ^^^^^^

slim: It’s MORE than okay dw 

slim: Thanks for checking in baby

pipsqueak: hngh

 

alleged furries

Wednesday, October 5th, 1:53pm 

shortking: screenshot.jpg

shortking: the petnames will kill me

shortking: positively

kurtwanker: COME ON SCOTT’S SHOULDERS!!!!!!

shortking: i know

shortking: relationships are great

kurtwanker: lsdjglsdjlfdsjljal

shortking: i’m going to a dissociation lecture with jean 

kurtwanker: oh!!

kurtwanker: was that your idea or hers? 

shortking: hers

shortking: but i’m curious

kurtwanker: cool cool

kurtwanker: just remember to take care of yourself

kurtwanker: and you can leave the lecture if you have to 

shortking: you think it’ll be bad for me? 

kurtwanker: no no!! i think it’ll probably be good

kurtwanker: but it could be intense so keep track of yourself and your reactions

shortking: do you think i dissociate

kurtwanker: i think there’s a good chance you have

kurtwanker: but i don’t know much about psychology so don’t take my word for it

kurtwanker: i’ll be curious to hear how the lecture went 

shortking: i’ll update you 

kurtwanker: perfect!! have fun with jean bärchen

shortking: thanks elf 

 

joe kelly

(Members: Wade Wilson and Peter Parker) 

Wednesday, October 5th, 2:07pm 

pancaketrope: so 

pancaketrope: zendaya, huh 

pancaketrope: how could you do this to me peter

pancaketrope: or should i say

pancaketrope: PP!!!!!!

babyboy: what have i done??

pancaketrope: one of your YOUTHFUL, ENGLISH VARIANTS

pancaketrope: IS ENGAGED

pancaketrope: TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ON EARTH 

pancaketrope: (it’s all speculation but did you SEE ayo’s reaction to her ROCK???????? I DIDN’T MISS IT, THAT’S FOR SURE) 

pancaketrope: if i’d been invited to the golden globes i swear, i SWEAR i would’ve looked shmexy and elegant and zaddy and mother and all of it!!!! I SWEAR ON MY GOLDEN GLOBES!!!!

pancaketrope: you’ve just gotta give me a chance petey

pancaketrope: please oh PLEASE won’t you JUST give me a CHANCE??????????

babyboy: wade i am not responsible for my variants’ actions

pancaketrope: and that’s not even MENTIONING andrew garfield!!!!

pancaketrope: personally his suit wasn’t for me. i thought the lapels were clumsy and the suit could’ve used a pop of a color that wasn’t that hideous chartreuse

pancaketrope: BUT HIS BEARD!!!!!!! AND HIS READERS!!!!!

pancaketrope: peteypie won’t you forgive my sins

pancaketrope: lusting after your variant like that chicken shop date lady whose name escapes me 

pancaketrope: SOMEBODY TURN ME CATHOLIC!!!!!

babyboy: you would do numbers in conclave

pancaketrope: omg i so would 

pancaketrope: all this to say i could be zendaya if you would just give me a chance

babyboy: wade i don’t know who that is

babyboy: also we are already dating

pancaketrope: so what. sabrina carpenter and chappell roan exist in this universe, but not zendaya???????? THIS IS CLUMSY WORLDBUILDING, AUTHOR!!! CURSE YOU!!!

babyboy: i think i’m just out of touch with pop culture tbh 

pancaketrope: well we knew that

pancaketrope: anyhooooooo good afternoon my schmoopie pie

babyboy: hiiiiiiiiii 

pancaketrope: i love youuuuuuuu

babyboy: i love you!!!

babyboy: advice-pool’s doing really well

babyboy: people are already asking when the next issue will be out

babyboy: jameson’s thrilled

pancaketrope: see, i KNEW i could be the fresh new thang to turn this pape around!!!!!

babyboy: you sure are!!!!

pancaketrope: we now return to your regularly scheduled programming 😘this has been the spideypool pop culture corner!!!!!!!

babyboy: woo!!

 

your brother is an idiot

Wednesday, October 5th, 2:28pm

Alex Summers: How’s the growth going? 

Hank McCoy: I think I’m making progress. I borrowed a psych textbook from one of the professors. 

Hank McCoy: It’s actually a pretty interesting read. 

Alex Summers: Dork

Hank McCoy: How’s taking a break going? 

Alex Summers: Oh really well

Alex Summers: I don’t even talk to the guy anymore

Hank McCoy: Good, that sounds healthy. 

2:34pm

Alex Summers: Has Scott talked to you

Hank McCoy: Not yet.

Alex Summers: Figured

Hank McCoy: Did you tell Lorna about this? 

Alex Summers: Not yet

Hank McCoy: I thought so.

Hank McCoy: You probably should. 

Hank McCoy: The psych textbook speaks highly of honesty and communication. 

Alex Summers: Still schooling me

Hank McCoy: Speaking of: how are your classes? 

Alex Summers: Bad

Alex Summers: I don’t wanna talk about it

Hank McCoy: Okay. 

Hank McCoy: Sorry. 

Alex Summers: Nah it’s okay

Alex Summers: We’re gonna make it through

Hank McCoy: We are. 

 

hometown schmoetown

Wednesday, October 5th, 2:41pm 

burningringofire: I’ve been talking to Hank a bit

noteasybeingreen: GODDAMMMIT

noteasybeingreen: WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU ALEX

burningringofire: Hey! He’s learning!! He’s growing!!!

noteasybeingreen: really

noteasybeingreen: REALLY????

noteasybeingreen: you’re REALLY pulling the “he’s changed” card?????????

burningringofire: No I’m not!! He hasn’t changed yet!!!!!! 

noteasybeingreen: oh really

burningringofire: It’ll take him at least another week

noteasybeingreen: GODDAMMIT 

 

alleged furries

Wednesday, October 5th, 3:03pm 

kurtwanker: how did it go?? 

shortking: i took notes

shortking: the lecture made me feel not normal 

shortking: but jean and i are going to do espionage so i’ll look into that later 

shortking: and we’ll talk

kurtwanker: wait espionage????? 

kurtwanker: what????? 

shortking: don’t worry jean won’t let me lose it 

shortking: and then i’ll come home

kurtwanker: okay

kurtwanker: and the espionage???

shortking: gonna lecture bobby

shortking: ttyl

kurtwanker: HUH

 

group project! 

Wednesday, October 5th, 3:32pm 

pipsqueak: captain’s log, 3:32pm 

pipsqueak: we are entering the ice cream parlor

slim: what’s happening

pipsqueak: espionage on bobby

pipsqueak: i’m taking notes

pipsqueak: maybe a voice recording if my thumbs get tired

jeannie: We’ve got this!! KC Undercover style

pipsqueak: jean’s more of the captain but first mate’s log doesn’t sound as cool

slim: I love this

slim: I’m dating spies

pipsqueak: captain’s log, 3:34 pm: jean is approaching the counter. bobby is working here

pipsqueak: captain’s log: bobby has seen us and he looks scared

pipsqueak: captain’s log jean is saying hi

pipsqueak: captain’s log bobby is saying hi back goddammit i can’t type fast enough i’m recording 

4:11pm 

pipsqueak: icecreamespionagevoicenote.jpg

(Transcription: 

“ –’re you?” 

“I’m good! How are you?” 

“I’m okay. I mean, not great, because–well, you know, Scott, and all that…” 

“Sure.” 

“Is he coming?” 

“No, he’s at the studio.” 

“But it’s not practice yet–” 

“Creative outlet, bub. Helps him think.” 

“Right. Hey, Logan.” 

“Hm.” 

“Is he doing alright?” 

“You serious?” 

“Logan. We’re not here to talk about Scott with you, Bobby.” 

“Right, sorry. You’re right. I just–yeah, you’re right. What can I get you?” 

“Mint chocolate shake, please.” 

“Cooool. Logan?” 

“Two waffle cones.” 

“Anything in them?” 

“No.” 

“...Okay. That’ll be 10.35, please.” 

“I mean, you were pretty awful to Scott. All of that lying…” 

“I—” 

“Don’t you think?” 

“Um. Okay, it’s free.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet! Thanks, Bobby.” 

“Uh.” 

“Anyway, I’ll cut to the chase. Wanda mentioned you and Pietro went on a date last night! How was it?” 

“Are you snooping for Scott?” 

“Who you callin’ a snoop, bub?” 

“No no no, I’m not snooping for Scott! Just for myself. I’m curious!” 

“Oh!”
“Yeah! Besides, hopefully it’ll all be okay again soon, and when it is I want to get to know you guys better. You’re Scott’s best friends.” 

“Stop, that’s so sweet! Logan, too?” 

“No.” 

“Oh.” 

“But yeah, how was the date?” 

“It was actually so good! Pietro asked me out of nowhere, so I wasn’t super sure, but I figured why the hell not. And he’s really cute and surprisingly funny.” 

“Aw, good! Where’d you guys go?”

“Burrata.” 

“Dude, I’ve been wanting to try that place for ages. Is it good?” 

“BEYOND. I got the vodka gnocchi and it was FIRE.” 

“Amazing!” 

“Yeah, and then Pietro and I got some dessert–tiramisu, obviously.”
“Obviously.”

“And we headed home and he gave me a little kiiiiisssss, and it was really really nice. I like him, I think.” 

“I’m so glad! You guys seem well-suited.” 

“Thanks!” 

“So does that mean you and Warren are done hooking up, or are you not ready to commit fully to Pietro yet?” 

“Oh. Um…to be honest, I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Oh!” 

“It’s just that Warren’s so good, you know? And I like Pietro, but I’m…” 

“Listen, I get it. Change is hard. I was just curious! And as long as they both know about each other, it’s none of my business.” 

“Yeah, they do.”

“Oh, good!”

“Well–wait, when you say ‘know about each other’, how much should they know?” 

“What do you mean? They don’t have to know about each other’s deepest darkest secrets, obviously, but I’m assuming you tell Pietro if you’re going to hook up with Warren, and vice versa. Especially if Warren’s only a casual thing while you’re considering dating Pietro.” 

“Um. Right.” 

“Bobby.” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’ve been telling them, haven’t you?” 

“I mean. Warren knows.” 

“That you’re dating Pietro?” 

“Yeah. And…I mean, Pietro knows that Warren and I hook up.” 

“See, I sense you’re leaving something out here.” 

“Well…” 

“Well?” 

“Before the date with Pietro, I was feeling really nervous, so I asked Warren to come over. He couldn’t, so–” 

“Hold on. So you–wait. You asked Warren to have sex right before the date?” 

“Two hours before!”

“That’s right before, bub.” 

“And Warren knew you were going on a date?” 

“Yeah!”

“Did Pietro know about that?”

“Um…”

“Oh my god, Bobby.” 

“What?! If we’re nothing more than…you know…is there really a problem?” 

“Yes!! At the very least you’re both clean, right?” 

“Dude, yes! Obviously!” 

“When, exactly, did you tell Warren that you were going on a date with Pietro?” 

“Uh, when I asked him to come over? I think?” 

“Bobby.” 

“What?” 

“Are you out of your mind?” 

“What!!!” 

“Bobby. Even if your relationship with Warren is casual, he’s still your partner, sexual or otherwise. You’ve got to tell him these things! It’s basic respect.” 

“I mean–but–I didn’t–it’s not like he’d mind!” 

“Did you ask him if he minded, or did you just assume he wouldn’t?” 

“Well–did you come here just to lecture me?”
“No! I came here for ice cream! And now I’m lecturing you, because what you did was completely apathetic to Warren’s feelings, much less Pietro’s.” 

Pause. A few seconds pass.

“I thought you’d lecture me about lying to Scott.” 

“That’s Scott’s lecture to give.” 

“And this isn’t Warren’s? Or Pietro’s?” 

“You make a good point. But, according to my sister, I’m fantastic at giving advice on other people’s business, especially when it’s not asked for.” 

“Heh.” 

“Which, coincidentally, is why she and I haven’t been getting along very well recently. And since you and Scott are already fighting…no time like the present to give you an unsolicited lecture that will make you dislike me.” 

“You’re kind of scary.”

“Watch it, pal.” 

“You too!” 

“Hm.” 

“Here. Mint shake and two waffle cones.” 

“Thanks.” 

“I don’t dislike you.” 

“Oh, goody.”
“I’m serious!” 

“Okay, okay. Continue.” 

“I don’t actually have anything else to say.”

“Really? Nothing at all?” 

“....Oh, shit. I need to apologize to Warren.” 

“Yes. And Pietro.” 

“Yeah, right. And Pietro. Warren first.” 

“Interesting.” 

“What?

“Nothing.” 

“Do you think Warren’ll hate me?”

“He won’t hate you. But he might be upset.” 

“He will definitely be upset.” 

“What!”

“Logan’s probably right. That’s why it’s important that you apologize.” 

“God. First Scott, then Warren…now two people are mad at me!” 

“You’ll fix it. It’ll be okay.” 

“Ughhhhh. Why are you so good at being right?” 

“It’s my superpower.” 

“Ha-ha. Thanks, Jean.” 

“No problem.”

“I hope this is over soon. We should totally have wine nights.” 

“Yes!!” 

“You’re invited too, Logan.” 

“...” 

(End of transcription) 

jeannie: And that’s the tea

slim: Oh my god you really are a psychologist

slim: You got Bobby to second-guess a decision

jeannie: Not a psychologist yet!!! But yeah teehee

slim: Incredible

slim: Are you two on the way to the library? 

jeannie: I am, Logan’s headed home

slim: Logan, you okay? 

pipsqueak: meh

pipsqueak: espionage was fun

pipsqueak: but that lecture made my head hurt and i need to talk to kurt

slim: Ah, I see

pipsqueak: sorry 

pipsqueak: i wanted to go

pipsqueak: but i need to lay down

jeannie: Don’t be sorry! Take care of yourself

slim: Exactly

pipsqueak: thanks

pipsqueak: see you tomorrow

jeannie: See you tomorrow beautiful 🥰

slim: Feel better! 

 

alleged furries

Wednesday, October 5th, 4:42pm 

shortking: headed home

kurtwanker: i thought you were studying with jean and scott? 

shortking: i don’t feel good

shortking: i can’t think

kurtwanker: that’s alright bärchen

kurtwanker: share your location, i’ll walk you home

shortking: okay

shortking: my head hurts

shortking: i think i can’t stop going under

kurtwanker: i’m coming logan

kurtwanker: breathe

 

untitled chat

Wednesday, October 5th, 5:38pm 

Kurt Wagner: hi jean, logan is home safe 👍

Jean Grey: Good! 

Jean Grey: Why did you text me that

Jean Grey: Is he okay??

Kurt Wagner: he had a bit of a breakdown 

Kurt Wagner: it happens sometimes where he gets too stressed or scared and he goes sort of blank

Kurt Wagner: like his soul is tucked at the back of his brain

Kurt Wagner: he is still like that but he’s home now

Kurt Wagner: he usually is able to sleep and feel back to normal in the morning

Jean Grey: Kurt, can you describe exactly how he’s acting? 

Kurt Wagner: sure

Kurt Wagner: i talk and he does not respond, but he listens when i tell him that we are walking home and to hold on to my arm

Kurt Wagner: he is sitting on the couch and staring at nothing

Kurt Wagner: which is normal but frightening still

Kurt Wagner: it doesn’t feel like he is here

Kurt Wagner: emotionally

Jean Grey: Okay, I think he’s dissociating

Jean Grey: I shouldn’t have brought him to that lecture, I’m sorry

Kurt Wagner: it’s not your fault! he wanted to go 

Kurt Wagner: and i thought it would be good for him 

Jean Grey: Do you need Scott and I to come over? 

Kurt Wagner: i don’t think so

Kurt Wagner: he gets like an animal when there are too many people

Jean Grey: How so? 

Kurt Wagner: he panics and he wants to be small

Kurt Wagner: i think it will overwhelm him

Jean Grey: Okay

Jean Grey: Can you keep me updated? 

Kurt Wagner: of course! 

Jean Grey: Thank you

Jean Grey: And let me know if you need help 

 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Wednesday, October 5th, 10:26pm

iceicebaby: warren i am so sorry

Notes:

WAHOOO A MUCH SOONER UPDATE THIS TIME! Let's get into ittttt I LOVE this one

-the way scott drops everything and helps warren even tho they're fighting. that's a true friend right there
-"you pissed me off but i'm here for you" SO REAL AND TRUE
-THE RETURN OF SNITCHES GET STITCHES!!
-django is an insane middle name. btw
-"an extremely messy commitment-phobic twink" she held NOTHING back holy shit
-wanda and lorna this whole chapter just like pietro...don't
-THE TWINK TWO-STEP. HELP I'M HILARIOUS
-"which for you allos" surprise aroace lorna. and i'm RIGHT
-oh no pietro actually likes bobby it's not just a bit. oh no. oh no no no
-YIPPEE JOTTGAN TIME
-"a flouncy robe for him to dramatically lounge around in" god warren is so me
-jean "healthy communication queen" grey losing her mind at the warbobby situation is so fucking funny. she's gonna burst a blood vessel
-god she's just so me
-i love jean getting angry and both of the boys like ❤️ woagh ❤️
-jean is so funny. she simply MUST intervene
-RAHHH TWO STARKID REFERENCES IN ONE CHAPTER I'M ON A ROLL
-logan's autistic rizz strikes again
-RAVENNNNN THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
-i'm so excited for this duo. take her down!!!!!
-i've been victim to "you alright?" so many times
-god i just love jean so much
-logan calling out the lack of logic to the packing party is so funny god
-THE RETURN OF JASSS
-warren approved espionage babeyyyyy
-the way i think about scott's shoulders all the time..i need to be stopped
-"thanks for checking in baby" "hngh" AND HE'S DOWN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
-haha yeah have fun with the lecture logan. haha
-"thanks elf" RAHHHHHHHH
-what is the spideypool conversation you ask. fuck if i know is the answer
-ANYWAY SPIDEYPOOL FINALLY
-DO WE THINK THEY'RE ENGAGED
-"i swear on MY golden globes" wade...
-"wade i am not responsible for my variants' actions" is so funny they've had this conversation so many times dkfjls
-so many pop culture references here it's hard to keep up. kurt would be so lost
-wade WOULD do numbers in conclave
-BYEEE SPIDEYPOOL LOVE YOU
-halex is on their way to break my heart once again
-"how's taking a break going" "really well i don't even talk to him" HNGHGHGHGHGHGHGH
-but they're gonna make it through!!!
-lorna is the claire to alex's fleabag in this convo. i'm right
-poor lorna she puts up with so much. maximi as siblings AND alex as her bff. can't catch a break fr
-LOGAN WHAT
-crying logan gave up on captain's log so fast
-BOBBY JUST WANTS TO KNOW IF HE'S OK. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
-JEAN GETTING BOBBY TO GIVE THEM THEIR ICE CREAM FOR FREE HELPPPPPPP SHE'S SO ICONIC
-"who you callin a snoop, bub" the way he jumps to her defense immediately ugh i love him
-"logan too?" "no." "oh" LSFKDJKLDSJ
-"i like him, i think" i THINK, you say...hmm
-jean manipulating bobby like a pro is so fucking funny. lest you forget who she can be when she needs to!!!!
-"did you ask him if he minded, or did you just assume he wouldn't?" oh she got him good
-also i love her owning up to her giving unasked for advice. she doesn't care even a little bit and i love that for her
-this bobby and jean convo is so o5 coded. to me
-bobby barely even remembering pietro,,,i know what you are
-SECOND STARKID REFERENCE LET'S GOOO
-LOGAN ENDING THE RECORDING WHEN BOBBY SUGGESTED THEY HANG OUT DFKJSDLFJ
-"you got bobby to second-guess a decision" STOP 💀
-SURPRISE LOGAN ANGST HAPPY NEW YEAR
-"logan is home safe" "good!" ...it was in that moment that she knew something was WRONG
-"like his soul is tucked at the back of his brain" OUGH
-"which is normal but frightening still" SOMEONE GIVE KURT A HUG. SOMEONE GIVE LOGAN A HUG. GIVE THEM ALL HUGS
-logan aghhhhhhhhhh
-me n him are dissociation buddies frfr
-and at long last bobby has learned his lesson. gods bless

And that's the chapter!! I hope you all enjoyed it <333
ALSO. Thank you so so much for your continued support and kindness and encouragement! I love the little community we've built here and it's really special to me. Happy 2025 y'all <3 Love Charles

SEE YOU ON THE NEXT ONE! (DC?? Perhaps??)

Chapter 18: dawn of the first day (24 hours remain)

Notes:

WOOOO IT'S HERE IT'S DONE
Content Warnings for: mentions of dissociation, implied self-harm (it's not actually self-harm, but another character thinks it is), smut!! peep the rating change! It goes from “his stuff’s already packed, and—“ to “Bobby pulls off of him, breathing heavily.” Take care!

 

This chapter is LONG so buckle in! And there will be a good amount of prose writing along with the text format you know and love, just to switch it up a bit. Enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Thursday, October 6th, 11:55am. Logan’s shitty, good-for-nothing, hunk-of-junk motherfucker of a flat. 

Logan wakes the next morning slumped awkwardly against the couch, head pounding. His cheeks feel like cracking plaster. He scratches at one, and sure enough, the white, flaky dust of tears-left-unwiped crumbles under his fingernail. 

He doesn’t remember crying, but he must have. He doesn’t remember coming home, but he must have. And he doesn’t remember falling asleep, but that’s nothing new. 

None of it is new. 

He groans and sits up properly, tossing aside the blanket on his lap. His phone’s lying next to him, blinking with a new text from Jean. 

[ group project!

Thursday, October 6th, 11:58am

jeannie: How are you feeling, Logan? ]  

Thursday.  

He sighs and sits up.
“Logan?” 

He turns as Kurt pokes his head out of the kitchen. The second he sees him, a smile lights up his face. 

“Bärchen! You’re awake.” 

Logan rubs at his eyes and stumbles into the kitchen. Kurt grabs a glass from the cabinet and starts filling it up in the sink. 

“What happened?” 

Kurt’s face falls a little as he turns off the tap. “You forgot yourself, as you do sometimes.” 

Logan waits. 

“You texted me after your…espionage?” Kurt’s brow wrinkles, but he rallies quickly. “By the time I came to get you, you were not yourself. Jean thinks–” 

Logan’s stomach twists.

“ –that the lecture triggered something for you. Old memories, connections, feelings. Your mind went under, as you say, perhaps because it could not handle it. You fell asleep eventually.” 

His jaw clenches. “Did Jean see?” 

“No,” Kurt says softly. “I texted her to tell her you got home safely, and she asked how you were. I assume she passed it on to Scott. But she didn’t see anything.” 

Logan exhales. That’s a relief.  

He thinks of Kurt last night, probably waiting in here for Logan to come back to himself;  watching Logan fall asleep and draping a blanket over him. He thinks of Jean and Scott in the library across town, unable to study. His whole being tenses. He flexes his fingers to keep from fisting them at his sides. 

“I didn’t…hit anything, or–” 

“No.” Kurt’s voice is firmer. “You just sat. Here, drink.” 

He hands him the glass of water. Logan’s nose scrunches.

“Rather have coffee.” 

“Not until you drink that whole glass,” Kurt insists, then wets a towel under the sink and tosses it to him. “To wipe your face.” 

Logan’s eyes prick with tears, even as he wipes away the remains of the old ones. Kurt. 

He drops the towel and takes a few gulps of water, then shoots off some texts: 

[ group project! 

Thursday, October 6th, 12:08pm 

pipsqueak: just woke up

pipsqueak: better ]

Then, stomach roiling with guilt: 

[ pipsqueak: sorry ]

He knows they won’t accept it, but it has to go somewhere. 

Kurt hands him a steaming mug of coffee the second Logan finishes off his water. 

“Right,” he says cheerfully, “we have to be over at Jubilee’s by 6. Care for a packing party of our own, mein freund ?” 

Logan clinks his mug against Kurt’s. “Let’s do it, elf.” 

*** 

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 7TH, 7:15 AM.  

THE KIRBY ARTS BUILDING. 

Charles Xavier does not like mornings. He does not like being early. And most of all, he does not like Emma Frost. 

“Jean,” she says, “Morning. Are your boys on board?” 

Jean grits her teeth. His goddaughter, much like him, does not care for mornings; certainly not for her sister’s ex. 

“Yes, they’re accounted for, Ms Frost.” He taps his clipboard meaningfully. “But you’re not. Better go and check in with Professor Lehnsherr, I think.” 

She smiles at him. Her teeth are as white as her outfit. “Of course, Professor Xavier.” 

Then, to Jean: “The last time I saw them was at Hellfire, if you can believe it. I can’t wait to meet them properly. I’m sure they both get along spectacularly with Maddie. They have…met Maddie, haven’t they?” 

Charles resists the urge to roll his eyes. It’s far too early for this melodrama. 

Ms Frost, naturally, doesn’t wait for Jean to answer. She flounces off toward Erik, dragging her pearly white carry-on behind her. When he turns back to his goddaughter, she’s seething, rage drawn in her tense posture and clenched fists. He’s surprised her hair doesn’t burst into flames. 

“Jean, dear, I’ll check in the rest of my students. Go, spend time with your friends.” 

Madelyne will be arriving soon, as will Ms Blaire, which means Ms Frost will soon be in top form. Jean’s certainly better off distanced from that disaster as long as possible. She’s improved dramatically since her and Madelyne became closer, and Mr Howlett and Mr Summers are certainly good for her (though neither of them have looked him in the eye once since they officially became an item), but Ms Frost has always been very skilled at being the spark in Jean’s proverbial tinderbox. Especially when Madelyne is involved.

Jean hesitates, but Madelyne chooses that moment to pull up in her battered black BMW, and that settles the matter. She’s up the stairs and in the bus faster than Charles can say strained sibling relationship. 

Separate cars , he thinks, frowning. What a mess. 

***

YESTERDAY. 

Thursday, October 6th, 9:08pm. Warren’s modest (paid for by his parents) flat, with a view.

So they talked. It’s fine. 

Bobby apologised. He’s going on another date with Pietro. He didn’t realise that he hurt Warren’s feelings, but the second he did, he felt terrible. And he apologised. Because he felt terrible. 

But he’s still going on another date with Pietro. 

That’s fine. Warren is an adult. (An adult who was too chicken-shit to follow either of the pieces of advice he got from that column.) Whatever. He didn’t do it, and that was good, because now they understand each other. Bobby’s going to keep going on dates with Pietro, Warren’s going to keep being his friend, and the sex is going to stop. 

It is. 

But Bobby offered to come over and watch a movie to unwind after last night’s Very Serious Conversation, and then they both figured that he might as well stay over, seeing as the field trip’s tomorrow and his stuff’s already packed, and–

“Oh god,” Warren moans. “ Bobby, fuck .” 

The Princess Bride is on. Their snacks have been carefully placed out of harm’s way on the coffee table. The remote is lost in the couch cushions. And Warren’s cock is in Bobby’s mouth. 

But it’s fine. Because they understand each other. 

Also, Warren’s always had a bit of a thing for goodbye sex. 

“Last time,” Bobby had whispered as he’d mouthed along Warren’s neck, rutting feverishly against his thigh. “Last time.” 

Last time, Warren reminds himself, eyes scrunched shut. He tries not to arch into Bobby’s mouth, because Safety and Talking and We Understand Each Other, but Bobby grabs him by the hips and urges him deeper in one smooth movement, and Warren’s brain pours straight out of his ears and into his cock. 

“Fuck.” He slides his fingers into Bobby’s hair and pulls–Bobby moans, sending vibrations into what feels like his goddamn sternum , and he feels like he might cry. 

“You’re so good,” he mumbles nonsensically, “so good, it’s so good, you’re so–” 

Bobby presses flush against him, eyes dark, and Warren gets it. They do this all the time. Of course he gets it. 

He grips Bobby’s hair tighter and fucks his mouth. He’s trembling all over, and Bobby keeps moaning , and look at him, he’s perfect, “you’re perfect, fuck, so good, baby, I love you, you’re so good, unh, shit –” 

And he’s done. It feels so good that he barely registers Bobby’s eyes widening, barely notices him come in his pants, barely even realises what he’s just said. 

Bobby pulls off of him, breathing heavily. Warren feels boneless. 

“I’m gonna shower,” Bobby whispers. He stands. 

Warren hums and pulls him into a kiss. “Okay.” 

By the time the water’s running, he’s asleep. 

And by the time his alarm goes off the next morning, Bobby’s gone. 

*** 

traffic light brigade

(members: Lorna Dane and Wanda Maximoff)

Friday, October 7th, 7:23am 

cherrycola: pietro’s in deep shit

cherrycola: i know it’s 4am for you but you’ve gotta hear this

cherrycola: bobby arrives, checks in w charles

cherrycola: pietro goes over to him and they talk. can’t hear anything but they’re both all smiles and pietro reaches out for bobby’s hand. bobby allows it

cherrycola: that was fiveish minutes ago

cherrycola: warren just arrived on the scene. parked that powder blue mercedes and jumped out faster than pietro houses kartoffelpuffer

cherrycola: grabbed his shit and RAN over to charles. asked charles if bobby is here yet. charles says yes and points to bobby, who is currently holding hands w pietro and laughing

cherrycola: lorna. when i tell you i watched a man’s hope die today

cherrycola: you know me i don’t do sympathy 

cherrycola: but warren looks fucking devastated

cherrycola: anyway he saw them. face fell like the mf tower of terror. I SAW TEARS IN HIS EYES. and he ran up the stairs and into the bus

cherrycola: currently watching bobby and he for sure noticed bc he’s so tense and he keeps looking over at the bus

cherrycola: something went down last night i’d bet anything

cherrycola: you’re right about the mutual pining i’m fucking certain of it

cherrycola: and we need a plan to keep pietro from walking into his imminent doom

cherrycola: now hurry up n wake up soon bc i need you to react to the tea

***

FRIDAY. October 7th, 7:26am. The bus. 

“So you agreed that it would be your last time?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you were both fully informed on that. And he apologized?” 

“Yes.” 

“And he told you all about Pietro beforehand?” 

“The day before, yes.” 

“And then you accidentally said that you loved him.” 

“Yes.” 

“And you both–” 

“Yes.” 

Jean sighs. “I’m sorry, Warren. I’d love to talk some sense into Bobby again, but you both agreed that it would be goodbye sex, and you both knew about Pietro–I mean, frankly, I should be talking sense into both of you.” 

“Jean.” Scott and Logan say at the same time. Warren is curled up in a window seat, arms around his knees and his head on Scott’s shoulder. 

Jean grimaces. “Sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” Warren ducks his head so that he doesn’t have to look anyone in the eye. “I know it was stupid.” 

“Running off and not communicating your feelings about the L word is also stupid, but that’s just a good-old-fashioned fuckup,” Jubilee pipes up from the row behind them. Kurt nods along. 

Warren glares at her. She takes a long sip from her water bottle. 

Scott checks his watch. “We’ve got four minutes. Everyone else should be–” 

“HE HAS RISEN, BABYGIRL!” 

Logan groans. Kurt perks up. 

“What’s all this I hear about confessing your love mid-O???” Wade prances onto the bus, a Golden Girls backpack swinging from his shoulder. “Sounds awfully familiar.” 

Kurt smiles at him. “It seems we’ve found one of our…clients isn’t the right word–” 

“Advice-ees?” Scott tries. 

“Writers-in?” Jean suggests.

“Poor fuckers,” Logan offers. 

Wade bats his eyelashes at Warren. “Pookie bears?” 

Warren shrinks lower in his seat. “Does everyone have to know about this?” 

“Hey man, it’s your own fault for bringing it up the one time we’re all in-person together,” Jubilee shrugs. Kurt frowns at her. 

“She’s got a point,” says Wade, who is now straddling the first row like Willem Dafoe. “And may I add how luv-er-ly it is to see you all outside of texts? How’s everyone else feelin’ about finally having a corporeal form? Rogue? Remy, I know you’re rattlin’ in your swamp waders, buddy. Right?” 

Rogue and Remy blink at each other. They just got on the bus. 

Wade is now fully in the splits, head peeking out over the seats. “‘Course, a couple–or should I say throuple–of y’all have been twirlin’ around in physical form for aaaaages now. Oh, look at me–” Wade adopts a gruff voice– “I’m Logan, I have lots of files to cabinet. Shame on you. Leave some physical bodies for the rest of us! I wanna be a real boy, cantcha see?” 

There’s a long beat. 

Kurt turns to Logan. “I’m not sure I got that.” 

Scott blinks. “Me neither.” 

“Boooooringgggg.” Wade looks about ready to launch into another bizarre spiel, but, for once, Emma Frost comes to the rescue. 

“Move, Wilson.” She shrugs off her white puffer and stores it overhead. “Some of us get carsick.” 

“Like my sister?” Jean mutters under her breath. 

Emma doesn’t seem to hear her–either that, or she pretends not to. Wade jumps into the second row and crooks an inviting finger at Kurt. 

“Come and join me, hot stuff.” 

“Watch it, pal,” Logan snarls. Kurt squeezes his shoulder and gets up to join Wade. 

Wade grins at him. “Don’t worry, Wolvie. It’s not that kinda comic.” 

Before Logan can issue a death threat (which Scott, secretly, would like to see), Professor Lehnsherr is marching up the stairs, ushering students on. 

“Let’s go, let’s go! We’re leaving at 7:35 sharp. If you’re not sitting down by then, your fate is in your own hands.” 

“Honestly, Erik,” Professor Xavier sighs from the back of the bus, where he’s being lifted in. 

“Yeah, dad.” Pietro pulls a goofy face at him as he and Bobby take their seats. “Honestly.” 

Wanda kicks her brother’s shin as she makes her way down the aisle. Ororo waves her over from her seat next to Jubilee. 

“Shame you got on the bus before me, Emma,” Wanda calls out as she sits down. “Missed a chance to trip you.” 

Rogue lets out a loud laugh from the front. 

“Don’t start, Wanda,” Professor Lehnsherr says severely, and then says something in German which can’t be too harsh, because Wanda beams. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Kitty’s saying as she hurries to Jubilee, two coffees and a crochet project balancing precariously in her hands. “There was traffic.” 

“At Starbucks?” Lehnsherr mutters. Xavier hides a laugh behind his hand. 

Ali’s next, wearing a glittery pair of blue sunglasses, bell bottoms, and a soft-looking grey fleece. 

“Morning,” she says to the bus, and sits next to Rogue. 

A lukewarm, tired chorus of “morning”s in response. Emma, obviously, doesn’t deign to say anything. 

Hank and Maddie hurry on next, Maddie with a massive pair of black headphones around her neck and a determined expression, Hank with three notebooks tucked under his arm. They both look out across the sea of seats and stop. 

There’s a very long, very awkward silence. Everyone on the bus seems to be holding their breath. 

Jean tries to wave her sister over, but Maddie ignores her. 

“I get carsick,” she announces, and takes a seat across the aisle from Emma. She shoves the headphones over her ears the second Emma opens her mouth. 

Jean sighs. Ororo reaches out and squeezes her hand. 

“Um,” Hank says. 

More silence. 

Lehnsherr and Xavier are having a conversation with their eyes, obviously trying to decide what to do. 

Finally, Warren forces himself to do the noble thing. He tears himself away from Scott’s comforting side and stands up. 

“Sit with me in the back, Hank,” he says, and reaches out for Hank’s notebooks. Most of the bus very politely pretends not to notice the tears glistening in Hank’s eyes as he thanks Warren and moves toward the back. 

Ordinarily Bobby would try to supportively catch Hank’s eye, but currently Hank’s eyes are far too close to Warren’s, and that’s a recipe for disaster. 

“As if this whole trip isn’t,” Wade says. The bus at large ignores him. 

“Right.” Professor Xavier claps his hands together briskly. The bus rumbles to life underneath their feet. 

“Off we go, students. D.C. awaits!” 

*** 

FRIDAY. October 7th, 8:07am. The bus. 

“We’re soaaaarin’, flyyyyyin’ –come on everyone, sing it with me!” 

“THERE’S NOT A STAR IN HEAVEN THAT WE CAN’T RE-EACH! IF WE’RE TRYIN’ –” 

“We’re what?” 

“BREAKIN’ FREE!” 

“SAY IT AGAIN!” 

“OH WE’RE BREAKIN’ FREE!” 

Erik isn’t sure how or when Wade Wilson commandeered the aux, but he doubts he’ll relinquish it anytime soon. He’s been leading the bus through a High School Musical singalong for the past 30 minutes. 

Erik must find a way to hide his phone before he can start High School Musical 2.

Most of the students are belting out lyrics like their lives depend on it–his son, of course, chief among them–but a few steadfastly ignore the chaos around them. Towards the back of the bus, Jean and Scott have fallen asleep on Logan, who seems to be holding his body as still as is humanly possible to avoid waking them. At the front, Maddie and Emma are in a stalemate: it started with Emma removing her cardigan at a cartoonishly slow pace, very obviously twisting so that her torso would be directly in Maddie’s line of sight, and standing up to place it in the compartment over Maddie’s seat, rather than her own–which, naturally, left her hips inches from Maddie’s nose. Though Erik dislikes both students, he’s found himself rooting for Maddie. She didn’t even look up. That’s true willpower. 

Seeing as Maddie’s proven herself to be a difficult target, Emma’s efforts have grown more and more ridiculous. She spent the first ten minutes sighing very loudly and very dramatically in a clear effort to draw Maddie’s attention to her chest, and eventually reached such an octave that Wanda had shouted from the backseat: 

“Are you having an asthma attack, Frost, or is your perfume cutting off your air supply?” 

Laughter swept through the bus. Emma was certainly the least-liked person on the field trip. Maddie was a close second, but she still had Jean’s support. Though Erik would never admit it, he felt a brief surge of pity for Emma Frost. She must have known she’d be hated on this trip, but she still came. She was far too stubborn to back down. He could respect that. 

 “I’m trying to meditate,” Emma had snapped. “All that red you’re wearing is raising my blood pressure.” 

His daughter had snorted derisively. “Red angers bulls, not people.” 

Emma whirled around. “Calling me a cow?” 

“No,” Wanda shrugged. “Just bullheaded. But feel free to take it that way, if you’d like.” 

Remy let out a low whistle, and Charles had taken that as his cue to intervene. Erik had given Wanda a quick lecture in German, but neither of them had taken it seriously. Erik believed in justice, and if Wanda wanted to give Emma Frost what was coming to her, then he had no problem with that. 

Now, Emma’s clearly gearing up for another Madelyne-centric-maneuver. She taps the redhead on the shoulder, once, twice, then a third time, until Maddie finally yanks off her headphones. 

“What?” 

Emma shoves her phone into Maddie’s hand. “Do you mind holding this up for me? I’m trying to reapply my lipgloss.” 

Erik watches Wanda, Jubilee, and Ororo roll their eyes in perfect unison. 

“You can’t apply it with one hand?” Ali drawls from two rows behind her as she turns the page of her book. 

“I can, ” Emma sniffs, “but it comes out cleaner this way.” 

She unscrews the cap of her lipgloss and gives Ali a once-over. “Not that you’d know.” 

Ali’s brow furrows. She opens her mouth, and Erik has a split second to hope she’ll go full-on Long Island before Emma adds: 

“What are you reading? The advice column?” 

The bus goes totally quiet. Wade even pauses “We’re All In This Together,” which seems fitting for the current moment. 

“Watch your mouth, Frost,” Rogue snarls. 

“Or what?” Emma challenges. Maddie sets down her phone. 

Der Gott, Erik thinks, no sister of Jean Grey is going to let their lover fight undefended, regardless of how angry she is. 

“Or what, Rogue?” Maddie echoes.

Erik stands. “That’s enough.” 

The girls freeze.

“I was under the impression that this is a trip for university students, not middle schoolers. Ms. Frost, you will leave Ms. Pryor alone for the duration of this bus ride, and each and every bus ride until the end of this trip. Ms. Blair, Ms. Marie–” he sighs– “Ms. Maximoff. If you are irritated, offended, or angered by something, you will say so, and you will discuss it as adults. I don’t want to hear another insult or petty remark, and if I do, I will make you fill out a very long and tedious worksheet, the kind which I’m sure you are all familiar with from your time in grade school. With paragraph-long answers expected for each question.”

He makes deliberate eye contact with each student on the bus. “That applies to each of you. I do not wish to stay up grading 10-page-long worksheets, but I will do it, and do it thoroughly , if you do not behave. Do you understand?”
There’s a chorus of “yes, sir”s and “we understand”s. Erik shudders and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“I never expected to have to discipline university students, much less fully grown adults,” he mutters, and sinks back into his seat.
He’s pretty sure Wilson whispers “discipline me daddy,” but for the sake of his sanity, he pretends not to hear him. 

***

FRIDAY. October 7th, 12:21pm. The hotel. Room 97.  

Now that she’s got everyone’s room numbers, the plan can begin. 

Or should I say, unfold . Jubilee snorts and folds the last two letters into bright yellow envelopes. 

Plus, this gives her at least five minutes away from this awful, horrible room. 

Wanda and Emma are unpacking, changing, and refreshing their hair or makeup. They’re popping in and out of the bathroom like Whack-a-Mole: Emma in, Wanda out, Wanda in, Emma out, Wanda, Emma, Emma, Wanda. Occasionally they bump into each other, and every time that happens they stop. Then stare, like they’re trying to summon latent powers of telekinesis to explode each other with their minds. When that doesn’t work (for the fifth time), they go right back into action. 

Jubilee’s pretty sure neither of them are actually doing anything in there. It’s probably more of a territory thing. 

Also, she needs to pee, but she figures she’s safer using the restrooms in the hotel lobby.

Like her, Ali and Rogue keep their stuff in tidied-away piles at the fringes of the room, far far away from the two beds and the pull-out couch. Nobody’s risking staking a claim yet.

And no one’s dared to bring up the sleeping arrangements. 

“What are you doing?” Emma says. She’s just swanned out of the bathroom again. 

“Um.” Jubilee usually isn’t an um kind of girl, but Emma brings out the nerves in everyone. “Making invites.” 

“To what?” 

“Clubbing.” 

To her complete and utter horror, Emma sits down next to Jubilee and peers over her shoulder. 

“Clubbing? Why?” 

“We’re in a new city!” Jubilee can’t help it; she lights up with excitement. “There’s really nowhere to go in Westchester other than Hellfire–” 

Wanda steps out of the bathroom just in time to make direct eye contact with Emma. Rogue and Ali pause. If this were a video game, there’d be a translucent steel chair floating over everyone’s heads. 

“...so I thought we could all check out the scene,” she continues. “It’ll be fun.” 

And hopefully with less violence. 

“We have a curfew, you know,” Emma says lightly. 

Jubilee meets her gaze. “I know.” 

It’s kind of a rush to look her in the eye. Sort of like staring down a T-Rex. 

Think of the light board , she reminds herself. Think of what she did to the FUCKING light board.  

Emma smiles, slow and predatory like a cat. “I’m in.” 

“Me too,” Ali says suddenly. Jubilee jumps. “Sounds fun.” 

“Oh, that’s right. You have to pick up some ladies to bring back, don’t you?” Emma stands and slides silver rings onto her slender fingers. “What was it your advice column said, again? ‘Make Miss Hate-Fuck listen to all the buzzing?’” 

If Jubilee thought her other smile was predatory, the one she shoots at Ali is straight-up carnivorous. 

“That’s me, right?” 

Rogue’s eyes narrow. “Don’t you start.” 

“No, it’s fine, Rogue.” Ali gets to her feet. In her heels, she’s a few inches taller than Emma, and she’s clearly using that leverage for all its worth. “That’s right. You don’t think I can, can you?” 

Emma shrugs. Somehow, it’s an elegant shrug. Jubilee didn’t think that was possible. 

“I have my doubts.” 

“Well I’ve got my own, so how ‘bout this: we both get the weekend. I try to hook up with someone, and you try to get Maddie to sleep with you again.” Ali tosses Rogue her purse and they both head for the door. “One of those is gonna be a lot harder.” 

The door clicks shut behind her. 

Wanda lets loose a delighted cackle. “She got your ass, Frost.” 

“Shut up, Maximoff,” Emma sneers. She snatches up her puffer and stalks out. The millisecond before she turns, Jubilee sees embarrassed tears glimmering in her eyes, and she’s struck with a bolt of realization. 

Emma asked her about the invites because she was trying to show interest; trying to be nice. Everyone on this trip hates her, but Jubilee, who’s barely spoken to her, hasn’t clearly announced her stance yet. She wants an ally. 

Emma Frost wants a friend. 

*** 

FRIDAY. October 7th, 12:21pm. The hotel. Room 95. 

He’s going to scream if this keeps up for much longer. 

(A pause to let you wonder which of the barbershop quartet boys is speaking). 

“So,” Bobby’s saying, “How’d you sleep, Scott?” 

Scott glowers at him. Bobby shuts up. 

Warren, who has been viciously unpacking (an adjective Hank never thought he’d apply to such an activity), checks his wristwatch. His face drains of color. 

Hank regards the two queen beds which take up the majority of their hotel room. They’d better decide on their sleeping arrangements now, before they enjoy the sights and sounds of D.C. and are too fatigued to argue over it tonight. 

“Well,” he starts, “Bobby and Warren, I assume you’d like to share? Of course, Scott, if you’re uncomfortable sleeping next to me, I’m perfectly happy to arrange the armchairs for myself.” 

Scott frowns at him. “I’m not gonna take the bed from you, Hank. I’ll take the armchairs.” 

“Don’t be hasty, Scott,” Hank insists. “You’re the tallest of all of us; it’d be imprudent to force you into chairs which cannot accommodate your height.” 

Hank tends to use bigger words when he’s nervous. He doesn’t quite know how to hide it. 

“I’m not sharing a bed with Bobby,” Warren says suddenly. Hank thinks he’s going for brusque, but it comes out sharp. 

Bobby ducks his head and focuses on unfolding and refolding his pyjamas. 

Hank’s eyes narrow. This is certainly unusual. Given their revelation at Hellfire, he’s certain they’ve shared a bed before. 

“Why not?” 

Scott waves a hand at him frantically. It’s an expression of LEAVE IT which Hank has seen many times throughout their friendship, and its use now gives him a bit of hope for the future. Still, he doesn’t understand why he should leave it. 

Bobby looks up with an easy, (clearly entirely false) smile. “It’s nothing, Hank. Just, y’know, me and Pietro…” 

Of course. The two of them had exited the bus holding hands, which had frankly shocked Hank. Bobby’s not usually the type for commitment, much less to a Maximoff of all people. He didn’t think either of them had it in them to be so dedicated so quickly. 

“Right,” Hank confirms. “I see–” 

“Why don’t you and Logan trade?” 

They all turn to look at Warren. His hands are clenched in the white dress shirt he’s just unpacked. 

“Scott and Logan can share, and you and Pietro can.” A muscle works in Warren’s jaw. “Easy.” 

Bobby huffs. Hank does a double take; next to him, Scott does the same. Bobby Drake does not huff. Ever. 

“We’re not really at that point in the relationship yet, War,” Bobby says. 

Hank feels like he’s entered a parallel universe. Bobby has limits? Bobby has had a conversation about his relationship with Pietro? Bobby is admitting that he’s in a relationship

“Your relationsh–hm.” Warren nods along, mouth twisted fiercely. “Sorry, yeah. ‘Course.” 

Hank and Scott exchange a bewildered look. Strangely, it makes Hank feel much closer to Scott than he has been in weeks. 

“So…” Bobby laughs uncomfortably. “Since you probably don’t wanna share with any of us, Scott, we could ask Remy if you can use the pullout in their room? He and Rogue might be sharing.” 

“No,” Scott says. “I’ll share with Warren. You and Hank can take the other bed.” 

It’s Hank and Bobby’s turn to exchange a look. They both shrug. 

“Works for me,” Bobby says.

“Sure.” 

“Cheers, Scott.” Warren zips up his suitcase and slams it down next to their bed. He grabs his coat from the closet. 

Hank peers at him. Is his voice shaking? 

“Come on then, we’d better get going.” 

We ?” Bobby, Hank, and Scott say at the exact same time. They haven’t been a we in a while. 

Warren finishes buttoning his coat with a sharp twist. “Yes, we. We made a lunch reservation a week ago, remember?” 

An icy chill drips down Hank’s spine. Bobby and Scott seem to be just as excited about this, if their twin grimaces are any indication. 

“Fuck,” Bobby blurts out.

“I’m afraid they’re very strict about the party’s number, so we can’t invite Pietro along,”  Warren says, not meeting Bobby’s eye. “And there’s a cancellation fee, so.” 

“So,” Hank repeats eloquently. In fairness, that does just about sum it up. 

Scott sighs. “Let’s go.” 

This, Hank thinks as they follow Scott out the door, is going to be absolutely shambolic.

He’s sure the other three are having the same thought. 

Though perhaps with less syllabic words. 

***

femininomenon

Friday, October 7th, 12:31pm 

frostythesnowbitch: Lunch? 

 

group project! 

Friday, October 7th, 12:38pm 

slim: Warren just reminded us that we have a lunch reservation at 1

slim: And there’s a cancellation fee so I can’t get out of it :/ 

slim: I’m sorry guys

jeannie: Don’t worry about it!! We’ll all sit together at dinner 😊

pipsqueak: you shitting yourself

slim: Is that a command or a question

pipsqueak: question

slim: That makes more sense

slim: Yes

jeannie: You’ve got this, Scott! 

jeannie: You can always duck out if it gets too awful

slim: I thought about that but Warren really needs someone

slim: Hank brought up the sleeping arrangements and I thought his head was going to pop off

slim: Especially bc Hank assumed he and Bobby would share

pipsqueak: jesus

pipsqueak: how’d you fix it

slim: Warren and I, Hank and Bobby

jeannie: That’s probably smartest

pipsqueak: makes sense

slim: Warren suggested that Bobby switch with you Logan but he said he and Pietro aren’t ready for that 

slim: Tbf I don’t think we are either but

pipsqueak: nah

pipsqueak: i’d feel bad leaving jeannie out

jeannie: Awwww

jeannie: Tbh I’m an awful person to share a bed with I’m a really restless sleeper

slim: Same 

pipsqueak: same

jeannie: Hm

slim: wedonthavetimetounpackALLofthat.jpg

jeannie: LKDSJFLKDSJF

pipsqueak: life motto

 

your brother is an idiot

Friday, October 7th, 12:42pm

Hank McCoy: We forgot that we all have a lunch reservation together. 🙃

Alex Summers: Oh god no 

Hank McCoy: Yep. 

Hank McCoy: Even worse, I think Bobby and Pietro are in a fight. 

Hank McCoy: Double the awkward. 

Alex Summers: Why are they fighting??

Hank McCoy: Bobby’s started dating Pietro Maximoff. I think Warren might be a bit jealous. 

Alex Summers: That can’t be good

Hank McCoy: Why? 

Alex Summers: Maximi get emotionally invested fast

Alex Summers: Especially Pietro 

Hank McCoy: Unlike the Summers?

Alex Summers: HEY

Hank McCoy: SORRY

Alex Summers: None of you better try to talk to Scott at lunch

Alex Summers: He’s the type of guy who needs time to himself

Hank McCoy: I know. 

Hank McCoy: Honestly, I didn’t expect it to last this long.

Hank McCoy: I thought we would have started talking by now.

Alex Summers: It seems like the field trip is gonna force you to 

Alex Summers: Don’t push Scott into it 

Hank McCoy: I won’t.

Alex Summers: That includes the happy couple  

Hank McCoy: I’ll pass it on. 

Alex Summers: Thanks

Hank McCoy: How are you? 

Alex Summers: I gotta go, Lorna and I are going to the library  

Hank McCoy: Okay. I can still help you with that, even though we aren’t together. I’ll be professional. 

Read 12:49pm

 

alleged furries

Friday, October 7th, 12:49pm

kurtwanker: do you and jean want to join wade and i for lunch since scott can’t come? 

shortking: where are you going

kurtwanker: wade wants to hit up as many taco trucks as possible within walking distance 

shortking: jean’s in

shortking: you’re responsible for entertaining him

kurtwanker: done

shortking: can jean’s sister come

kurtwanker: let me ask wade!

kurtwanker: he said “yes bring the drama” 

kurtwanker: so yes? 

shortking: cool

shortking: meet you outside

***

FRIDAY. October 7th, 1:00pm. A Vietnamese restaurant.  

“You have a lovely singing voice, my dear.” 

Erik looks up from his pho. “Hm?” 

“Your singing voice,” Charles repeats, fighting a smile, “it’s lovely.” 

Erik’s brow furrows immediately. “I don’t sing.” 

“A good humming voice, then,” Charles amends. “You were humming just now. High School Musical , in fact.” 

Erik’s jaw slackens with horror. “I was not.”

“You were.” 

No .” 

“Mm, yes. I’ve already told Raven.” 

Erik sets down his chopsticks. “You bastard.” 

Charles smirks and takes a sip of his tea–Thai tea! He’s never had it before, but it’s excellent. 

“How is it?” He asks, gesturing to Erik’s pho. 

“Remarkable,” Erik says. “I’ll have to buy some hoisin sauce of my own. Though I don’t think I can replicate this.” 

“Perhaps not,” Charles agrees. 

He takes a bite of his pad see ewe, and they both enjoy a comfortable silence for a few moments. 

Charles can’t help but worry, though, when he sees the scant hour they have left for lunch. And he’s never been very good at keeping his thoughts inside his head. 

“I’m worried they’re going to kill each other.” 

“Who?” Erik slurps his broth. “The students?” 

“Mm.” 

“They probably will.” 

Charles stares at him. Erik seems nonplussed. He looks up from his soup, rolls his eyes, and sets down his spoon. 

“What did you think would happen, Charles? You put Rogue, Alison, Emma, and Wanda in the same room.” 

Charles grimaces. “I didn’t expect them to be so volatile. I thought putting them in close proximity would get them to–” 

“Make up,” Erik finishes, completely deadpan. 

It doesn’t sound very plausible, coming from Erik’s mouth. 

“Well, yes.” Charles is nothing if not stubborn. 

The corner of Erik’s mouth twitches. 

“Oh, shut up.” 

Erik grins. “You know they’re going to the club tonight.” 

“What?!” 

“Mhm.” 

Charles gapes. “How could you possibly know that?” 

“Jubilee was passing out bright yellow letters,” Erik shrugs. “It wasn’t difficult to miss.” 

“But–we can’t let them–” 

“We can’t let the legal adults go clubbing, Charles?” 

Charles glares at him. “That eyebrow of yours can go right back down, sir. I don’t appreciate its attitude.” 

Erik laughs. 

“Think of it this way, Charles. If they kill each other, we’ll get a break from marking.” 

“Tempting,” Charles mutters. “You really don’t think they’ll sort it out?” 

“No, and I hope they don’t–otherwise they’ll spend the weekend meddling in our affairs.” Erik huffs. “I’m still finding pride pins on the lapels of my jackets.” 

Charles’ lips quirk in a fond smile. “I thought you pulled them off rather well.” 

“You were the one doing the pulling off, if I recall, Charles,” Erik says, and Charles nearly chokes on his noodles. 

***

short n’ sweet

Friday, October 7th, 1:38pm 

espresso: loganeatingcarnitas.jpg

espresso: wadedoublefistingtacos.jpg

espresso: jeanandkurtshrimptacoselfie.jpg

espresso: best lunch break ever! 

taste: awwww

espresso: wade and logan are seeing how much tajin they can dry swallow 

espresso: jean is cheering them on 

espresso: and i’m drinking a horchata!!!

juno: YESSSSSSSS

juno: kitty and i hit up a deli yahoo

juno: bringing you back some KRAUT

espresso: JAAAAAAAAAAAAA

bedchem: my mouth is so dry

bedchem: mistakes

bedchem: don’t trust wilson

juno: NOOO LOGAN

taste: diva down!!!!!

espresso: you wouldn’t believe who is now drinking horchata

taste: LJSDFLKJSDLFJSL:K

juno: RIPPPPPPPPP

taste: is that maddie in the bg of the wade one 

espresso: oof yes

espresso: we invited her along but she’s been sitting alone the entire time

espresso: jean tried to go sit with her but maddie said something and jean came back looking upset

espresso: so :/ 

taste: eeeeesh 

juno: yeah fr yikes

espresso: i do think she’s been dry swallowing tajin 

espresso: to make a point

taste: GIRL WHAT

bedchem: what fucking emma frost does to a mf

taste: BJTCNKJSDFHKJSDJL:JL

 

traffic light brigade

Friday, October 7th, 1:45pm 

sprite: PIETRO GET OUT OF THERE

cherrycola: RIGHT

sprite: i fucking told you it was mutual pining

sprite: goddammit

sprite: he chose the worst possible situation to get in the middle of 

cherrycola: yeah but he thinks bobby really likes him 

cherrycola: he’s been talking about him for the past two fucking hours

sprite: noooo dudeeee

cherrycola: his heart is getting broken 

cherrycola: and i hope for his sake it’s this weekend or he’s gonna be strung along for months

sprite: we can’t let that happen

cherrycola: and how do you suggest we stop it

cherrycola: if i break them up his heart will be broken, and if i get bobby and warren to hook up his heart will ALSO be broken

sprite: yeah whatever his heart will be broken either way that’s not what i’m concerned about

sprite: it’ll be even worse in a month. or two. or five! or god forbid! a year!!!

cherrycola: obviously yes

cherrycola: bobby’s not a cheater

sprite: then get him to realise he’s in love with warren asap 

sprite: you and pietro fall hard and fast 

cherrycola: fine

sprite: why are you hesitating

sprite: you love schemes

cherrycola: yes

cherrycola: but he’s my twin brother and i don’t want to see him hurt

cherrycola: and i especially don’t want to be the one to cause it

sprite is typing…

sprite is typing…

sprite is typing…

sprite: GODDAMMIT you’re right i’m texting hank 

sprite: he’s closer to them anyway

cherrycola: thanks

cherrycola: i’ll keep you updated

sprite: you better 🔫🔫🔫🔫

sprite: seriously though he’ll be ok

sprite: it’ll just suck for a while

cherrycola: i guess 

cherrycola: ugh empathy ew 

cherrycola: go text hank i’m brainstorming insults for emma frost

sprite: on it boss

 

the alex summers club

(members: Lorna Dane and Hank McCoy)

Friday, October 7th, 1:48pm 

bestfriend: dragging you into another scheme

boyfriend: Oh god. 

bestfriend: it’s karma for the alex shit

bestfriend: and you’re the least likely to have other problems rn

boyfriend: Me? Not Scott? 

bestfriend: scott consistently vibrates with anxiety at a frequency scientists have yet to comprehend

bestfriend: also he’s stuck in a room with you three

bestfriend: be so fr

boyfriend: Fair enough. 

boyfriend: What do you need my help for? 

bestfriend: i need you to get bobby to realise he’s in love with warren 

boyfriend: How do you know he is? 

boyfriend: Also, why? And what?? 

bestfriend: 1. i bet they’ve been acting really weird the whole trip right 

bestfriend: awkward? quiet?? 

boyfriend: Well, yes. 

bestfriend: right and bobby’s just started dating pietro 

boyfriend: Yes…

bestfriend: so put the dots together 

boyfriend: That doesn’t mean Bobby’s in love with him. It could just be Warren. 

bestfriend: okay fine if i’m wrong and it’s just warren then who cares

bestfriend: bc either way you’re trying to find out if bobby IS in love with him 

bestfriend: that’s the whole premise

boyfriend: I don’t think I should be meddling in yet another couple’s business, Lorna. We’ve had plenty of romantic drama to go around. 

boyfriend: And what do you get out of this, anyway? Why do you care? 

bestfriend: because my brother really likes bobby and i don’t want him to get hurt????

bestfriend: he deserves someone who cares about him the same way

boyfriend: Let me think about it.

bestfriend: you get until the end of the day

boyfriend: Fine.

boyfriend: I’m sorry about Alex.

bestfriend: i know you are

 

your brother is an idiot 

Friday, October 7th, 2:19pm 

Hank McCoy: En route to the International Spy Museum!

Hank McCoy: bobbynhankselfie.jpg

Alex Summers: Aww

Alex Summers: Bring me back some invisible ink 

Hank McCoy: On it. 🫡

Alex Summers: How’d lunch go???

Hank McCoy: Scott left early. 

Hank McCoy: Bobby tried to get me to offer to pay for Scott’s meal, but I didn’t think he would take that well, so I opted not to. 

Alex Summers: Yeah that definitely would’ve pissed him off

Alex Summers: Good call

Hank McCoy: Weirdly, it was way more awkward between Bobby and Warren than between the rest of us and Scott. 

Alex Summers: Dude

Alex Summers: It can’t just be jealousy then

Hank McCoy: Definitely not. At least, not according to Lorna. 

Alex Summers: ???

Hank McCoy: screenshot.jpg

Alex Summers: Oho 

Alex Summers: Don’t you worry baby I’m gonna help you out 

Hank McCoy: Baby?

Alex Summers: In a chill platonic totally joking way

Alex Summers: Obviously

Hank McCoy: Right. 

Hank McCoy: How are you going to help? 

Alex Summers: Bobby and I are friends ish

Alex Summers: I’ll just ask him about the trip and he’ll open up quick enough

Hank McCoy: Didn’t you used to have a crush on Bobby?

Alex Summers: Istg 

Alex Summers: Which one of them snitched

Hank McCoy: Warren. 

Alex Summers: That motherfucker

Alex Summers: Ugh yes I did 

Alex Summers: He was my bi awakening

Alex Summers: Which is humiliating

Hank McCoy: Oh.

Hank McCoy: And you’re still friends? 

Alex Summers: Are you jealous 

Hank McCoy: No! 

Hank McCoy: I would have no right to be. 

Alex Summers: Doesn’t mean you aren’t

Alex Summers: Don’t worry, he’s not my type anymore

Hank McCoy: You have a type? 

Alex Summers: Doesn’t everyone

Hank McCoy: What is it? 

Alex Summers: Oh you’re SUPER jealous

Hank McCoy: No no! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. We’re not together. It’s not my business. 

Alex Summers: My type is buff nerds with communication issues 

Alex Summers: And long fingers

Hank McCoy: Oh. 

Alex Summers: Which Bobby isn’t

Hank McCoy: Agreed. 

Hank McCoy: Long fingers? 

Alex Summers: Yup

Alex Summers: For various reasons

Alex Summers: You can come up with some 

Alex Summers: Have fun at the museum

 

*** 

FRIDAY. October 7th, 2:34pm. The International Spy Museum. 

“Evil,” Hank mutters. 

“What?” Bobby cranes his neck over Hank’s shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of his phone. He barely makes out ‘Alex Summers’ before Hank turns bright red and shoves his phone in his pocket; and zips it, for good measure. 

Bobby puts two and two together. It isn’t hard. Hank’s about as subtle as the death glares Wanda was shooting at him the whole bus ride over.

He manages to keep his mouth shut. Scott’s only a few feet away, after all, and Bobby doesn’t feel like starting yet another fight. He’s gotten into plenty of those today as is. 

He grimaces at the memory of lunch: Bobby’s foot accidentally nudging Warren’s under the table, Warren jumping a mile and shoving his chair back half-a-foot, Scott and Hank wearing matching frowns (plus the Quizzical Eyebrow, which is Bobby’s worst enemy), and Warren’s stupid, perfect mouth twisted in a scowl. 

“I think I’d be a good spy,” Pietro says. They’re gathered in the foyer. Professor Lehnsherr’s passing out maps of the museum, and everyone’s grouping together. 

Oh, great. 

“Please.” Wanda appears out of nowhere with an eyeroll on her face and Ororo on her arm. “You don’t have a secretive bone in your body.” 

On the other side of Hank, Warren stage-whispers: “How about malicious?” 

“No promises on that front,” Pietro grins. 

He takes Bobby’s hand, and Bobby’s distantly aware that he’s being used to prove a point. He’s too busy watching Warren’s gaze travel from their joined hands to Bobby’s eyes. It’s accusing, betrayed. 

Bobby swallows hard and looks away. “C’mon, Pietro, let’s get a map.” 

Pietro flags down his dad, and Bobby lets himself get swept up in poring over it with their heads bent together–which, coincidentally, makes it easier to ignore Hank and Scott’s confused stares and what Warren said last night. 

Super secret spy time , Bobby thinks. Good thing there are no secrets here. 

*** 

FRIDAY. October 7th, 3:23pm. The International Spy Museum. 

Maddie corners her in the Interrogation Exhibit, which is so incredibly fitting that Jean has no doubt she planned it. 

They’ve all spread out around the museum to free-roam. Scott and Logan are still watching the “Spying Launched a Nation” film, which Jean opted out of. She’s seen it before, and she’s sick of sitting after hours on the bus. She should have guessed that Maddie would seize the opportunity. 

Jean’s halfway through reading the section on Psychological Coercion–which, again, too perfect– when Maddie materializes next to her. 

“You’re dating them.” 

Jean spares a second to think, I hate when Emma Frost’s right , and turns around. 

“We could’ve talked at lunch. I did offer.” 

“Slenderman and Tater Tot. You’re dating both of them.” 

Trust Maddie to breeze right past Jean’s point. 

“Yes,” Jean says, and stands a little straighter. “I am.”

Maddie glares at her. Jean recognizes the furrow of her brow and hard set of her jaw from her own face, and yeah, that still takes some getting used to. 

She remembers when Maddie showed up on their doorstep years ago; the uncanny feeling of her own eyes staring back at her. She’d pinched herself so many times over the course of that month, trying to wake up from whatever dream she must’ve been in, that she’d gotten little purple bruises all over her forearm. Her mother had seen them and sobbed. She was worried that Jean was hurting herself–which was rich, considering she was sending her to Charles and swapping one daughter for another. 

Jean doesn’t enjoy thinking about that time in her life. She’d never been so angry. But every time she sees Maddie, she’s reminded. 

Not her fault , Jean tells herself for the thousandth time. Because it wasn’t. She wouldn’t be studying Child Psychology if she wanted to hold a grudge against her sister. 

“Fuck’s sake, Jean!” Maddie throws up her hands. “Nothing to say about that? Really?” 

Jean glances at the families crowded around the exhibit. “Why are you bringing this up now?” 

“Someone has to.” 

“I tried. At lunch. You told me to leave you alone and stop pitying you.” 

Maddie rolls her eyes. “You didn’t say what you wanted to talk about.” 

Jean bristles. “If I had, would you have listened? Or let me sit down, for that matter?”

“It wouldn’t have been a conversation,” Maddie says. “It would have been a lecture.” 

“So you bring it up in a public space when you think my guard is down so that you can have the upper hand.” Jean says blankly. 

To be fair, she knows that that’s gonna set Maddie off. She’s sick of not talking and sick of Emma Frost and sick of Maddie always on the offense; never, ever admitting when she’s in the wrong. 

So maybe she throws a match on an already-smoldering pile of tinder. Oops. 

“Don’t fucking psychoanalyze me,” Maddie spits. “You don’t know better than me.” 

“What would I even be knowing better than you about? Who I’m dating?” 

“No, Jean! How I’m acting! Or how you think I’m acting, which I’m not, I’m just trying to have a conversation–” 

“About what? What do you want to get out of this conversation?” Keep your voice low, Jean. Breathe. Do not explode on your sister in the middle of a family-oriented museum on a university-sponsored field trip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about them?”

Jean bites down on the inside of her cheek. “Do you want me to be honest, or do you want me to say what you want to hear?” 

Bad move. Very bad, very intentional move. 

“Fuck you, Jean, you don’t know what I want to hear–” 

“No? How about ‘I didn’t tell you because I’m so perfect and you’re so awful and I don’t want you ruining my good-girl-image,’ because that’s all you’re ever gonna hear me say, Maddie! That’s all you’re gonna let me say! You are never going to give me room to think of you as anything other than what you think of yourself!” Jean shouts. 

“You don’t know what I think!” Maddie yells back. 

“It’s hard not to, when you broadcast it to the whole fucking world!” Jean feels like she’s going to burst into flames. “I know what you think of me, because I know what Emma Frost thinks of me!” 

“Oh my god!” Maddie yells, face burning red, “Why is everything about Emma with you?” 

“Because everything’s about Emma with you!” Jean’s voice goes shrill with disbelief. “ You fucked Emma, you hurt Ali, you made bad choices, Maddie! These are the consequences of bad choices! They happen! They exist! Sur–fucking–prise!” 

FUCK YOU, JEAN! ” Maddie shrieks, just in time for two security guards to barrel in and grab both of them by the arm. 

“We’re gonna have to ask you to leave the museum, please,” one says. 

Maddie wrenches her arm out of the guard’s grip. He tries to grab her again, and protective rage furls up in Jean’s chest. 

“Stop! She’ll go with you. You don’t need to drag her out of the building,” Jean says, and wrenches her own arm away to prove it. 

She’s breathing heavily, she realizes, anger and adrenaline shooting through her bloodstream and making her shaky and too-hot all over. She could use the fresh air. 

“After you, then,” the guard says, and gestures to the exit. 

Maddie darts a glance to the other end of the hall. Jean steps into her line of sight. 

“Don’t you dare. This is embarrassing enough, we don’t need them chasing you down.” 

Maddie’s eyes burn with rage. Jean’s sure hers are the same. 

“Come on.” 

*** 

There’s something beautiful about the disbelief on her classmates’ faces as she and Jean are frog-marched past them. 

The look on Charles’ face, especially, is one she’ll treasure forever. 

Maddie cranes her neck to watch Charles’ shock rapidly melt into exhaustion, then determination, and finally panic as he says something to Professor Lehnsherr before hurrying after them. She grins. They’re about to be cussed out by Jean’s perfect godfather in front of the International Spy Museum, and it’s all her fault. Life really is beautiful. 

The guards usher them out the front door with “polite” orders not to return. Jean apologizes, of course, and they warm up to her, of course, and by the time they walk back inside, they’re both wearing understanding smiles. Of course. 

Maddie seizes her opportunity. Charles had to take the elevator, so he’ll be at least another minute.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were dating them?” 

Jean whirls around, eyes flaming. “You just got us kicked out, Maddie!”

“Yeah, no shit.” Why won’t she answer the fucking question?

“You couldn’t have waited? I asked you at lunch! You could’ve–” Jean freezes. Her eyes narrow. “You did this on purpose.” 

Maddie rolls her eyes. “Can we get back on topic? Why would I–” 

“You wanted to embarrass me,” Jean says, low and dangerous. “You chose a public space in front of both our classes deliberately. You’re trying to take away whatever good-girl-image you think I have.” 

“That you do have,” Maddie insists. Jean might not think it’s true, but it is. “Everyone in that class–Ororo, Wanda, that weird kid with the Golden Girls backpack, Charles –they love you! You’re right all the time, you’re nice, you’re smart, you’re in the right; I’m in the wrong, always!” 

“That’s because you did something wrong!” Jean shouts. “You hurt Ali with Emma–” 

“And you’re my sister! You’re supposed to–” Maddie fumbles, eyes prickling– “Sisters aren’t conditional! Families love each other no matter what, that’s what everyone says.”

“Mom didn’t! She pawned me off on Charles the second you showed up!”  

Maddie steps back, hurt. “You told me that wasn’t my fault.” 

“It’s not!” Jean screams. Her eyes are bright red and shining, mouth curled with frustration, and Maddie’s embarrassed to note that they’re both crying pretty hard. Jean’s nose is running. 

Maddie wipes at her own furiously. Gross. “Then why are you acting like it is?” 

Jean takes a deep breath and rakes her fingers through her hair, bringing it away from her face. Maddie’s heartbeat starts to slow back down. 

“Because you’re pissing me off.” 

It’s so abrupt and honest that Maddie starts laughing. She tries not to, because they’re fighting, but like, seriously? Jean’s got her hands on her hips like a teacher, and yeah, she is pissing her off, and she knows it. Absolutely. 

Jean’s mouth quirks up. “I mean, come on. We just got kicked out of a museum. On a field trip. Any second now our teacher’s gonna lecture us and tell us to ‘behave and play nice, girls,’ like we’re a couple of twelve-year-olds.” 

Maddie snorts. “We’re making up for lost time. I never got to get you in trouble when we were kids.” 

“Well, you’ve outdone yourself,” Jean says frankly, and they both giggle idiotically. 

By the time Charles shows up, Maddie’s clutching her stomach, abs aching from laughing so hard. Jean’s whole face is flushed pink. To be fair, they try to stop laughing when Charles rolls up between them. They really do. 

“Now, girls,” he starts, and they’re off again. 

Jean manages to gather herself a little sooner, but Maddie barely keeps it in. Charles looks so cross, and between that and the field trip and the twelve-year-old-ness of it all, it’s just too good. 

Charles raises an eyebrow. “What on earth is funny about being escorted out of the museum at the ripe age of twenty?” 

Maddie ducks her head and mumbles, “nothing.” 

Jean snorts. Maddie grins at her. 

Charles glares at them both. “Have a seat.” 

Jean and Maddie exchange a glance, but sit on the steps. They’re cold. Maddie grimaces. 

“Now,” Charles says, “why don’t you tell me what happened?” 

Any amusement left evaporates quickly. Maddie’s cheeks heat. It feels a lot more embarrassing in the light of day–or rather, in the light shining off of Charles’ bald head. 

Jean nudges her. “Go on.” 

“Why me?” 

“You started it.” 

“What are you, five?”
“Maddie–” 

Girls .” Charles levels them with an imperious stare. “Madelyne. What happened?” 

Maddie sighs. “Jean didn’t tell me she’s dating Scott and Logan. Obviously that upset me, so I tried to talk to her about it inside–”

“Even though I tried to bring it up at lunch and you said no,” Jean frowns.

Maddie bristles. “Yeah, well, I didn’t really feel like bringing it up in front of all your friends. They would’ve interrupted. Or started defending you and yelling at me. No shit I waited until you weren’t with anyone.” 

Jean’s brow furrows. “Why didn’t you just say that in there?” 

“Because you were being all snippy and defensive,” Maddie says. “I asked you about it and you just stared at me.” 

“I was trying to collect my thoughts. You sprung it on me out of nowhere.” 

“Well you could’ve said that, too!” 

“Alright,” Charles stops them. “We’ll come back to this. What happened next?” 

Maddie crosses her arms. “Jean started psychoanalyzing me.” 

Charles looks at Jean. “Did you?” 

Jean kicks a pebble with her shoe. “Yes.” 

Maddie’s mouth drops open. “I knew you did that on purpose!” 

“Yeah, because you came at me in a public space and started yelling and making assumptions about my behavior, saying I was gonna lecture you–” 

“Which you would have.” 

“Oh my god.” Jean folds forward, head in her hands. “You don’t want me to assume what you think, but you’re doing the exact same thing.” 

Maddie starts to argue, but Charles cuts in. 

“What assumptions are you making, Madelyne?” 

God, she hates him.

“Why can’t it be about Jean’s assumptions?” Maddie snips. “She just said she was making her own.” 

“Fine!” Jean sits up, hands slamming onto her knees. “I assumed that you were trying to get the upper hand by bringing it up in public, and that you wanted me to confess to not telling you about Scott and Logan because you think that I think that you’re a bad person trying to ruin the good-girl-image that you and Emma think I have!” 

Maddie takes a good five seconds to untangle the sheer amount of ‘think’s in that sentence. Then she gets angry. 

“You do have one! I’m not wrong for saying it, I’m right!” 

“But it is wrong to assume that I’m thinking the worst of you all the time!” Jean fires back. She’s tearing up again. “I’m your sister! And you think the worst of me by thinking I think the worst of you, and that hurts. I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

“Okay, can we put a ban on the word ‘think?’” Maddie asks Charles. “I can’t keep up.” 

“Maddie!” Jean huffs. “I’m trying to have a conversation here.” 

“Okay fine, fine.” Maddie goes back through what Jean said. It prickles uncomfortably. She didn’t– she knows Jean’s a good person, that’s part of what makes her so infuriating and bossy, and why everyone thinks Maddie’s so awful, but if she’s good then Jean wouldn’t? Maddie shakes her head. Her thoughts feel tangled up and confused. Good people don’t make assumptions like that. But Maddie made those assumptions about Jean, which only confirms that everyone knows she’s a terrible person deep down, which she’s sure Jean’s thought at least once. So. What? 

“Let’s return to the events of the conversation,” Charles says calmly. His eyes are soft. Maddie hates him. 

“Jean, you voiced Maddie’s assumptions about you because you knew they would anger her, correct? And because they’re hurting you.” 

“Yes,” Jean confirms. 

“And then she brought up Emma,” Maddie adds. 

“Why?” 

“Because,” Jean says cautiously, “we were talking about how Maddie sees me, and I told her that I know how she sees me because of how Emma treats me.” 

Charles’ brow furrows. “What does Ms. Frost have to do with this?” 

“We were dating–” 

“Fucking,” Jean corrects.

Maddie glares at her. “More like that, yeah. We broke up because Emma was saying mean shit to Jean all the time.” 

“Mean shit that she got from you,” Jean says. Her mouth is a hard line. 

Maddie’s stomach twists. Jean’s not wrong. But isn’t that what people are supposed to do in relationships? Voice their concerns and fears and insecurities? That’s what the whole communication schtick is about, right? 

Not that we were in a relationship , a little voice reminds her, and Maddie silences it viciously. So maybe she shouldn’t have told Emma about high school. Fine, she definitely shouldn’t have. But is it so wrong to want to have someone she can trust with those memories? It’s not. She’s sure of it. 

Emma Frost isn’t someone you can trust , the voice says. Maddie clenches her fists. She knows it was a bad idea. She knew it at the time, too. She just didn’t want to admit it to herself. 

Maddie crosses her arms tighter and keeps her mouth shut. She’s not saying any of that, especially not in front of Charles. 

Jean watches her with a knowing eye (because damn her, she’s studying psychology, and now Maddie’s constantly paranoid about Jean reading her mind), but turns back to Charles. 

“I brought it up because that hurt me, too, and because Maddie–” Jean sighs. “You broke up with Emma because of what she said, but you didn’t stop chasing her. You used Ali to make her jealous. Intentionally. And you refuse to take any responsibility for that. I know that it’s not my problem or my business, exactly, but you told me what you were doing and ignored me when I warned you not to. Of course I still love you and you’re still my sister, but…you have to face consequences at some point.” 

“And you get to decide when?” Maddie snaps. 

“No,” Jean says calmly, “I don’t. But I wish you would at least acknowledge what you did wrong.” 

“So that’s why you didn’t tell me about Scott and Logan?” Maddie’s eyes are burning again. Her throat feels tight. “Because you didn’t think I’d earned it until I apologized to Ali or became a better person, or what?” 

Jean’s mouth twists. “No, I–that’s a separate point. I didn’t tell you about Scott and Logan because…” 

She looks embarrassed. Maddie frowns. 

Jean sweeps her hair over one shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d care.” 

“Wh–” Maddie feels a horrible cocktail of guilt, incredulity, and self-hatred. “How?” 

“We haven’t spoken in over a week,” Jean shrugs. “I thought you wanted some time to yourself. I didn’t want to bother you.” 

The self-hatred spikes. Maddie squishes it down. Not useful

“You wouldn’t have been bothering me,” she says, as calmly as she can. “I didn’t text you because I thought you wanted space.” 

Jean blinks. 

Maddie stares back. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Jean exclaims, and folds in half. Her hair falls over her shins; her hands touch the ground. 

She lets out a muffled groan. “This all could’ve been avoided so easily.” 

Maddie exchanges a glance with Charles. He seems to be holding back laughter. 

“It seems,” he says, “that this conflict has stemmed from assumptions, on both sides.” 

“Here we go,” Maddie mutters. 

“Some better communication skills may be in order,” he continues serenely, like he didn’t hear her. “Might I suggest–” 

Maddie groans. “Dude.” 

“Jean!” 

All three of them look up. Ororo, trailed by literally the entire class, is jogging towards them, eyebrows furrowed with concern. 

She slows to a halt. “Are you alright? What happened?” 

Behind her, Logan and Scott are making their way over. Maddie feels an abrupt surge of jealousy; she clenches her jaw. At the back of the class, she sees Emma take a step forward, then stop. 

She can’t see her expression from here. Selfishly, stupidly, Maddie hopes everyone else can see the concern written on Emma’s face–if it’s there. 

She turns away.

“It’s okay,” Jean says, and stands. Ororo nods and hugs her briefly, whispering something. 

“Maddie?” 

Maddie startles. “What’s up?”

“Are you–I’m gonna go–” Jean gestures helplessly. “Logan and Scott–” 

Maddie knows what she means. “I’m fine. Go check in with them.” 

“Okay,” Jean says hesitantly. “Do you want to hang out at the next stop?” 

Maddie smiles. “Yeah.” 

“Sick,” Jean says, overly and goofily macho, and Maddie laughs. “See you there.” 

She runs off to Logan and Scott, and Maddie watches her reassure them with a hand on Scott’s back and her other in Logan’s. 

Don’t be jealous , Maddie tells herself. It’s stupid. 

“And you?” 

Maddie looks up so fast her neck pops. Ororo’s still there, looking at her expectantly. Her hand is reaching out for her. 

“What?” Maddie asks stupidly. 

Ororo’s face softens. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” Maddie says, feeling out of her depth. “Jean and I worked it out. Kind of. She’s over there.” 

“I know that,” Ororo says. A smile’s tugging at her mouth. “I wanted to check on you, too.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re also my friend,” Ororo says simply. “I’m sorry I haven’t made that more clear. Would you like to sit with Wanda and I at dinner tonight?” 

Maddie feels shaky and worn-out with emotion, and this just about sends her right back to sobbing. She keeps it in, though, and takes Ororo’s hand. Ororo pulls her to her feet and pats her on the back.
Maddie waits for her to say something, but she doesn’t. Ororo’s always known how someone needs to be comforted. That doesn’t stop Maddie from saying anything, though. 

“Thanks.” 

Ororo smiles at her. “Of course.” 

***

“You’re alright, though?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“What happened?” 

“I’ll tell you later,” Jean promises. “I don’t want to air our dirty laundry to the whole class.” 

Scott nods. He understands–he wouldn’t want anyone else knowing about the Hank and Alex situation, though he’s sure they do. 

“And Maddie’s fine?” Scott checks. He’d be worried about Alex. 

“We worked it out,” Jean says. “Somewhat. We’re going to talk more at the next stop, so.” 

Jean takes both their hands and squeezes. Scott watches Logan’s face go pink out of the corner of his eye and smiles. 

He takes a deep breath. It smells like cut grass and rain. That’s all over; the rest of the day will be fine. He just needs to not think about going back to the room tonight. No more drama. 

“So, Maddie,” Emma Frost starts, and any hope for peace is extinguished. 

A few feet away, Emma’s in Maddie’s path, chin raised and back straight. Scott knows that posture. She’s showing off; trying to be confident when she’s shaken. He does it all the time. 

Jean’s grip briefly tightens around their hands. Scott looks at her.

“Sorry,” she says. 

“You’re fine.” Scott squeezes her hand back. She smiles at him. 

“ –was crazy,” Emma’s saying, “Can’t imagine what set her off. She really lost it. Surely it wasn’t to do with–” 

“Okay, nobody wants to hear it! Shut up!” 

Emma’s finger pauses mid-point at Scott and Logan. The whole class turns to Jubilee, who takes a nonchalant sip from her water bottle.  

“Excuse you?” 

Jubilee lowers her bright pink sunglasses. “Shut up.” 

Emma’s mouth drops open. Jubilee smiles. 

“Class!” Professor Lehnsherr– Lorna’s dad, what –claps briskly. “Now that we’ve made a thorough scene at our first stop, shall we move on to our second? Back to the bus, everyone.” 

They follow him like a bunch of brightly-colored ducklings. On the steps of the bus, Professor Lehnsherr fixes each of them with a Look. 

“And I do hope none of you are foolish enough to pick a fight at the Martin Luther King Jr. memorial,” he says severely. “Be respectful. On you go.” 

He ushers them on, eyebrows pinched and eyes tired. 

“Sorry,” Jean says as they pass. 

Professor Lehnsherr just sighs. “I did not sign up for this.” 

The memorial is, luckily, devoid of shenanigans. 

*** 

the cooler summers

Friday, October 7th, 5:16pm 

lexi: How’s DC

bobert: 😑

bobert: i know for a fact ur texting hank why r u texting me

lexi: Because we’re friends tf??????? 

lexi: And I’m bored so give me the tea

bobert: KNEW IT

bobert: wait but just ask hank

bobert: or scott

lexi: Scott won’t talk about the tea dude come on

lexi: And Hank isn’t very observant sooooo how’s it going

bobert: this is so suspicious but yknow what i need to talk to someone idec

lexi: ???

bobert: first off jean n maddie got in a HUGGGEEEEE fight at the museum

bobert: we had a really awkward lunch

bobert: also emma and wanda have been picking at each other legit the whole time

lexi: That tracks

lexi: So lunch was bad because of what happened with Hank and I 

bobert: um

5:25pm

bobert: if i tell u smth do u promise not to tell warren

lexi: Promise

bobert: okayyyyyyy basically

bobert: warren and i did the deed last night which was. a misstep

bobert: BUT WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES

lexi: I thought you were with Pietro???

bobert: WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES and we’re not exclusive yet dw i checked

lexi: Fair play then

bobert: THANK YOU

bobert: but yknow we were doing it and 

bobert: i feel so weird telling u this like ik ur basically our age but ur still scott’s little brother

lexi: Mf I’m only 5 months younger than you

bobert: i knowwwwww i know 

bobert: okay so yeah we were doing it and when warren was Done if u will. he said it

lexi: It???

bobert: IT

lexi: What is “it” 

bobert: U KNOW ALEX

lexi: NO I DON’T 

lexi: CLARIFY

bobert: FINE

bobert: HE SAID I LOVE YOU 

lexi: WHAT 

bobert: YEAH 

lexi: WHAT??????

bobert: YEAH.

lexi: Hooooooly shit 

lexi: That’s

lexi: Oh god

bobert: mmmmhm

lexi: So what did you do? 

bobert: wdym

lexi: Fuck do you mean wdym 

lexi: Warren said I love you how did you respond

bobert: um

lexi: Bobby

bobert: see this is why everyone thinks i’m stupid

lexi: I don’t think you’re stupid

lexi: Can’t speak for the others though

bobert: gee thanks

bobert: he said that anddddd i Happened to. HAPPENED TO. finish right after 

lexi: Okay that’s not fucking happenstance Bobby 

bobert: YES IT WAS

lexi: I GUARANTEE it wasn’t

lexi: For scientific reasons I’m gonna need to know what position you were in 

bobert: NO 

lexi: YES

bobert: NO SCOTT WILL KILL ME 

lexi: I AM FIVE FUCKING MONTHS YOUNGER THAN YOU  

bobert: YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW 

lexi: YES I DO 

lexi: FOR SCIENCE 

bobert: oh my goddddd

lexi: C’mon I know you need to get it off your chest 

bobert: i hate the summers brothers so fucking much fuck u both 

lexi: I’ll tell Scott you were my first kiss

bobert: THAT’S NOT EVEN TRUE 

lexi: AND????????

lexi: I can make your trip SO much more miserable 

lexi: TELL ME 

bobert: u are evil and i see why they put u in prison

bobert: warren: 🧍me: 🧎

lexi: SORRY

lexi: SORRYSDLFJIODSJF:LKDSF:LKDSJF

lexi: I CAN’T STOP FUCKING LSUGHING HOLY SHIT

lexi: KSDKJFLDSKJFLKFSHGfvNL

bobert: i hate everything

bobert: this is sick and twisted

lexi: AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHSHDFJDSJHFK

lexi: Sorry sorry sorry

lexi: How the Fuck did YOU come when HE was the one being sucked off

bobert: I WILL WASH UR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP 

lexi: DO IT 

lexi: IN ADDITION. FURTHERMORE. MOREOVER. 

lexi: I’ve been talking to Hank too much

lexi: HOW THE FUUUUUUUUUCK DO YOU THINK THAT WAS HAPPENSTANCE

bobert: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP 

lexi: This is so fucking funny holy shit

bobert: ur reveling in my pain

lexi: Yes

bobert: it literally means nothing i was already keyed up 

lexi: You’re so full of shit

lexi: Ahahahahahahahaha

bobert: fuck u genuinely i regret everything

bobert: i’m telling hank u breastfed until u were 8

lexi: MOTHERFUCKER THAT’S NOT EVEN TRUE????? 

bobert: SEE HOW IT FEELS!!!!!!

 

your brother is an idiot

Friday, October 7th, 5:38pm 

Alex Summers: Not telling you how I know but I’m 99.99999% sure that Bobby’s in love with Warren

Alex Summers: And if Bobby tells you SHIT know that it’s not possible because I didn’t even HAVE my mom when I was eight

Hank Summers: You lost your parents when you were nine, I thought.

Alex Summers: FUCK 

*** 

FRIDAY. October 7th, 5:45pm. The National Mall. 

This is stupid. 

“Shut up, it’s a reference,” Wade huffs. “Everyone loves references.” 

References none of them know. 

“Cap’s a thing in this universe! He just hasn’t been introduced yet.” Wade rounds the corner to the Lincoln Memorial. He spots Rogue and Remy up ahead. 

You know what bothers me? 

“What’s that?” 

When we’re in a Modern AU–or, you know, someone from the Earth 616 or MCU canon is–and comics are still a thing, but it’s only DC comics. What happened to Marvel comics? Was there some dark plot to stop Stan Lee and Jack Kirby before they could get started? Is DC a mafia? 

“Huh,” Wade hums. “I never thought of that.” 

I did.

“I know you did.” 

But it’s your brain, idiot. So technically you thought of it. 

“Hey, don’t put yourself down like that!” Wade frowns. “You’re a full person, buddy. You have autonomy.” 

No rights, though. 

That is a setback. 

“But hey, now you have representation.” Wade winks at the camera, which you didn’t know existed until now. It’s to the right of his face. “Whaddup, readers?” 

How are we feeling about the changes to the format? 

Or the month and a half-long break. 

Not his fault! 

Still. Could’ve been doing more. 

“Hey now, it’s a long chapter!” Wade defends. “I’m enjoying being trapped in field trip limbo. D.C.’s not the worst place to be.” 

In this climate? 

True. 

“Shut up, both of you, I’m doing my joke now.” Wade speeds up, feet pounding (heh) on the pavement. 

Rogue and Remy both turn, startled, just in time for Wade to say, in his best Chris Evans impression: 

“On your left.” 

Wade pumps his fist (heh) as he speeds away. “One down, three-ish to go!” 

I want to see what they’re doing. 

“I’m in the middle of my run here, dude,” Wade snips. “We’ll find out in the next POV break.” 

Doubt it. Not a lot of Romy content in this fic

Could you stop criticising the author for five seconds? 

No. 

“Weird how voices in your head can smile,” Wade muses. 

:) 

“It happened again!” 

I’m doing it. 

“Huh?” 

I’m breaking the fourth wall! I’m asking. 

“I thought Yellow was the curious one!” God, running is hard. He wishes he had his healing ability in this universe. Much harder to get out of breath. 

Well, I am too. That’s right. Gone is the rational White of yesterday. 

That sounds like an alt-right movement. 

Stop!! 

Heh. 

“Heh,” Wade agrees. 

Oh, shut up. They’re on Tinder, looking for a girl for Ali to bring home. They’ve set up an account for her. 

What are the options? 

“Guys,” Wade huffs, “can we not project our consciousness to a different plot point? I’m trying not to fall on my ass.” 

You’d fall on your head. If anything. 

“I hate you.” 

Yeah, yeah. The options? 

I don’t think the author thought that far. 

Fuck. Hurry up! 

“Don’t bother him, I’m trying to make my references!” Wade yells irritably. A few passersby give him odd looks. He flips them off, then shouts “on your left” for good measure. 

We’re supposed to be the funny character. Lighten up. 

“Up yours,” Wade growls. 

Oooh, growling. Very dark romantasy of you. 

“I’m ignoring you,” Wade says. “I’m ignoring you and I’m keeping an eye out for the Winter Soldier.” 

Dreamy. 

With or without the arm and the brainwashing? 

With. 

With. 

“With,” Wade agrees. Down at the far end of the mall, by the Washington Monument, Hank and Scott are walking in complete silence.

“Dramaaaaa!” Wade speeds up again. 

I believe in dreamin’, and shootin’ for the sta-ars–

Baby to be number one, you’ve got to raise the bar! 

“Kickin’ and a-scratchin’, grindin’ out my be-est…” Wade sings along. 

Anything it takes to climb–

THE LADDER OF SUCCESS!

“You need to work on your harmonies, Yellow.” 

Fuck off. 

“Here we go, here we go, here we goooooo– ON YOUR LEFT!” Wade shouts victoriously. 

Hank and Scott jump a foot in the air–literally, in Hank’s case. 

Maybe he does have his massive feet in this universe. 

Yum. 

Ew. 

“What the–jesus christ, Wilson,” Scott coughs, doubling over. Hank pats him on the back, brows set in a firm line. 

Wade grins and turns, running backwards to keep facing them. “Sorry, fellas! Just doing my civic duty to this beautiful nation and quoting the sexiest, most tragic, most homerotic movie ever made. I mean come on : who the hell is Bucky, am I right?” 

Hank and Scott wear the same confused expressions that most people do when Wade talks to them. 

More like at them. 

“Except our baby boy!” 

Except our baby boy. 

Under the usual confusion, though, there seems to be a promising amount of tension and words-better-left-unsaid. Wade feels like a shark scenting blood. But a cute shark. Jeff, maybe. He slows to a walk and spins, landing between Hank and Scott with his arms around their shoulders. 

“Well, boys, what is the 4-1-1? What’s the hot goss? I run a very reputable advice column, y’know. I’m practically a licensed therapist! You can confide in me, my verbally-challenged O5 friends.” Wade squeezes their shoulders. “Go on. Tell Papa what’s hurtin’ you.” 

A muscle in Scott’s jaw jumps. Wade can definitely see why Logan is alllll over that. He mentally hums appreciatively, which Yellow takes as their opportunity to retry harmonizing. Still unsuccessful. 

Hey, fuck you! 

Get off my ass, then! 

This is wayyyyy too meta for me to keep up with. 

“We’re a comic book character, get used to it.” Wade says lightly. 

Hank frowns. “Sorry?” 

“Oh, nothing.” Wade swats at the air around his head. “Just flies buzzin’, Blue Steel.” 

“Um–” 

“What do you want?” Scott snaps. 

Yeah. Logan’s done very well for himself. 

Wade gives him his best, least-feral grin. “Just the tea, Shoulders. I’ve already helped your pal Angel out! Practically turned his life around–or I will, once he follows my advice. You can rely on me.” 

Scott looks like he very much doubts that. 

Hank, on the other hand, has contemplative light shining in the lenses of his glasses. “I take it you mean Warren?” 

Nerd. 

Seriously. His speech is almost as forced-intelligent as ours is forced-funny. 

Dude. 

“But of course, my dear boy!” 

“The advice column’s none of Hank’s business,” Scott says firmly–and brutally! Poor Hank! 

Wade pouts at Hank sympathetically. “N’awww, poor widdle beastie. Give him a chance, Scoots.” 

Scott blinks. “Huh?” 

“What’s the deal with Warren nowadays?” Wade barrels on in his best imitation of Jerry Seinfeld. “Can’t help noticing there’s some maaaaaajor tension between him and Bob the Builder.” 

Of heartbreaks. 

What? 

Bob, the Builder of heartbreaks. 

You don’t build a heartbreak. You break it. That’s the whole point. 

Yeah, but–

“No, you’re right, it wasn’t my best.” Wade shrugs. “Only so many characters named Bob. Or Bobby. Or Rob. Or Robert. Or–” 

“Okay!” Scott interrupts. “I guess you already know.” 

“Yuppers.” 

Scott rolls his eyes. Or Wade assumes that’s what he’s doing. He can’t really tell behind the red glasses. 

Why does he need those? He doesn’t have laser beams in this universe. 

Real! 

Leave me alone! 

“Basically, Warren told Bobby he loved him in the middle of sex, and Bobby left,” Scott continues, oblivious to the meta argument between Wade’s boxes, and, somehow, the author of this fic. It’s giving 2011. 

Wade’s mouth drops open. His heart swells with pride. “He followed my advice!” 

“Not intentionally,” Scott says. “He said it just happened.” 

“Wait,” Hank is blinking, fast and furious. “Wait. Warren told him that?” 

“Yes,” Scott says. “Don’t tell him I told you.” 

“Ooooo, more secrets?” Wade clicks his tongue. “Doesn’t seem like the best idea, Scotty boy.” 

Scott glares at him. 

“Dammit.” Hank says, which shocks the tits off of Wade. He didn’t know Beastie Boy swore. 

That’s a DC character. 

“I’m ignoring you,” Wade mutters. 

“Lorna was right.” Hank looks devastated. “Oh my god. Poor Warren.” 

“Lorna?” Scott’s mouth straightens into a line. 

“I told you I’m still texting Alex. It’s not–it’s very platonic,” Hank says. “I’m reading booklets.” 

“Booklets,” Scott repeats. 

“Alex is trying to get Bobby to admit that he’s in love with Warren,” Hank continues, and pulls up his text messages to show Scott. 

Scott frowns and scrolls upward, then yelps and leaps back like the phone burned him. “Long fingers?” 

Hank turns bright red. “Um.” 

“Long fucking fingers?” Scott claps his hands over his eyes. “No! No! ” 

“I love these little talks of ours,” Wade says. “What’s happening?” 

That’s probably how the readers feel. 

Dude! 

*** 

chicken fried bagels

(members: Anna-Marie, Remy LeBeau, and Alison Blaire)  

Friday, October 7th, 6:17pm 

bigapple: how goes it

tomsawyer: there’s a lot of interest!! 

tiana: and a lotta freaks

tiana: which i can’t blame em for 

tiana: but you deserve the best

tomsawyer: exactly 

tomsawyer: so far our best bet is a girl named natasha who looks very pretty and apparently does some sort of govt work here 

tomsawyer: unfortunately she’s a redhead

tomsawyer: how do we feel about that

bigapple: hmmmmm

bigapple: send me a photo???

tomsawyer: natasha.jpg

bigapple: 👀👀👀

bigapple: i’m not opposed 👀

tiana: she does seem to only wear black

tiana: like someone else we know

tomsawyer: and she’s got a mean style of flirting

bigapple: ah. maybe not

bigapple: who else??

tomsawyer: we’ve got a PA at stark industries named pepper 

tomsawyer: she’s very nice

tomsawyer: however

tomsawyer: she is also a redhead

bigapple: how red

tomsawyer: more of a strawberry blonde

tomsawyer: pepper.jpg

bigapple: hmmmm okay

bigapple: ngl this is not ideal

bigapple: anyone else? 

bigapple: preferably not a redhead??

tomsawyer: well

tiana: uhhhh

bigapple: what

tiana: mary jane aka mj from new york here for on-location filming

tiana: and mary walker who has volunteered no info about herself

tiana: and also dresses in black

tiana: get this

tiana: mj.jpg, marywalker.jpg

bigapple: MOTHERFUCK

bigapple: WHY ARE THERE SO MANY REDHEADS IN D.C.

bigapple: I THOUGHT THEY WERE REALLY RARE WTF 

tomsawyer: we’ll keep looking 

bigapple: JESUS CHRIST

 

short n’ sweet

Friday, October 7th, 6:31pm

juno: likelihood of emma frost murdering me in cold blood?? 

taste: 100

espresso: fairly high

bedchem: yes

juno:

juno: the demon queen of high school has decreed it

taste: SHE SAYS MONDAY 8AM I WILL BE DELETEEEEED

juno: THEY’LL HUNT ME DOWN IN STUDY HALL 

taste: STUFF AND MOUNT ME ON THE WALL 

juno: something something something I DON’T HAVE TO STAY AND DIE LIKE CATTLE

bedchem: what’s happening

taste: I COULD CHANGE MY NAME AND RIDE UP TO SEATTLEEEEE

 

the parent trap (1998) 

Friday, October 7th, 6:47pm

hallie: charles watching us get dragged away earlier: 

hallie: surprisedpikachu.jpg

annie: LMAOOOOOOOO 

 

xavier’s poli sci!

Friday, October 7th, 10:08pm

sparky: ok bitches who’s going clubbing with the cool kids (me kitty kurt n logan) 

jncojean: 🙋‍♀️

scottydoesntknow: I’m in

orororoyourboat: Absolutely! 

remyratatouille: rogue and i!!!

iceicebaby: u know itttttt

Hank McCoy: Yes!

nepobaby: 👍

sparky: SLAYYYYYYYYY lemme ask lehnsherr’s poli sci!!!! 

orororoyourboat: Do they have a chat? 

sparky: yurrrrr 

sparky: wait that’s so real hey jeannnnnnn

jncojean: On it! 

 

lehnsherr’s poli sci

(members: Kitty Pryde, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Emma Frost, Madelyne Pryor, Alison Blaire, Wade Wilson)

Friday, October 7th, 10:10pm 

publicenemyno2: who’s clubbing tn 

publicenemyno2: jean’s asking

deathsboothang: YES BITCH 

deathsboothang: wouldn’t miss it fer the werrrrrrld dahhhhling

meow: ye i’m going w jubilee n the others

blairewitchproject: i’m going with rogue and remy! 

iamspeed: i’m going w bobbyyyyy

scarletfever: yes, me and ororo

publicenemyno1: I’ll hang out for a bit.

publicenemyno2: ofc you will

publicenemyno2: cool meet at the front at 11:00 

publicenemyno2: nobody fucking snitch

deathsboothang: oh this is gonna be so fun 

deathsboothang: dramaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

Notes:

I'VE RETURNED!!!!!
Yall I'm so sorry about the delay, BUT hopefully this chapter was worth it! I've been working on it for weeks so I'm vv glad it's finally out in the world!!

Let's get into it!!

-THE LOGAN ANGST CONTINUES
-logan and kurt's friendship is my roman empire
-"he knows they won't accept it, but it has to go somewhere" what if i cried
-obsessed w charles' beef w emma. go girl
-the warbobby tea in this chap...hoo boy
-WARREN ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOWING WADE'S ADVICE. SCREAMS
-AND BOBBY'S REACTION I'M--
-bobby communicate challenge
-scogan like "jean. babe. he's sensitive" LDFKJSL
-"wade, who is now straddling the first row like willem dafoe" this is the funniest thing i've ever written. help
-RATTLIN IN HIS SWAMP WADERS
-i love logan and wade's dynamic sm
-rogue and wanda tag-teaming emma is so fucking funny. they're on a quest for vengeance
-"there was traffic" "at starbucks?" CUNTY ERIK!
-united by high school musical gods bless <3
-emma's an icon sorry. she said fuck everyone else i'm going to be my bitchiest self and i love that for her
-poor erik is on his last straw n we're 1 day in
-think of the lightboard!
-YES ALI
-the vibes in barbershop quartet's room are so horrific jesus christ
-warbobby giving hank n scott smth to bond over ldkfjlsd
-jottgan canonically gets like two hours of sleep between them
-i'm gonna say it halex are the most drama-free this ch and i'm proud of them
-alex. alex don't avoid the question
-"you're responsible for entertaining wade" DLFKJSLDK
-"you were the one doing the pulling off, if i recall" ERIK LEHNSHERR.
-diva down!!
-maddie girl why are you swallowing tajin
-WANDA'S 👏 A 👏 GOOD 👏 SISTER 👏
-lorna n hank are one of my fav dynamics to write they're so fun
-alex pls ur gonna kill him w jealousy babe stop
-LONG FINGERS????
-"bobby's distantly aware that he's being used to prove a point" GOD
-good thing there are no secrets here!
-RAHHHH JEAN AND MADDIE
-jean my imperfect angry daughter <333
-"not her fault" as a mantra..lord
-god i love jean going for the jugular KNOWING it's a bad idea. she's so me
-SUR-FUCKING-PRISE
-but jean still protects maddie!!! bc they're SISTERS
-maddie my vindictive sad daughter <333
-"it's all her fault. life really is beautiful" LEGEND
-"weird kid with the golden girls backpack"lkdjflkdj
-"families love each other no matter what, that's what everyone says" "mom didn't!" OUCH. OUCHOWOW
-bc 👏 you're 👏 pissing 👏 me 👏 off 👏
-"the light shining off charles' bald head" 💀
-but isn't that what ppl are supposed to do in relationships!!
-i love maddie and jean so much. SO MUCH
-strained sibling relationships my beloved <3
-"maddie hopes everyone can see the concern written on emma's face" GODDD
-ORORO THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
-scott recognizing emma's posturing from himself...a scemma crumb. as a treat
-"ok nobody wants to hear it. shut up" JUBILEEEEEEEEEE
-alex tea-hunting >>>
-"this is why everyone thinks i'm stupid" bobby??
-alex and bobby are so goddamn funny. alex is waging war and bobby is terrified for his life
-ALEX IS ME BC THAT'S N O T HAPPENSTANCE
-in another life alex and bobby are chaotic besties
-welcome to wade's pov. strap in
-BC WHY DO THEY KNOW SUPERMAN?
-yeah with. sorry bucky
-JEFF THE SHARK MENTION!!
-scott logan n wade the throuple from hell
-SCOTT HAS BEEN SCARRED FOR LIFE
-i had to do a redhead joke sorry. there are so many in marvel ok
-the surprised pikachu olive branch my beloved
-love the Dark Mirror World that is lehnsherr's poli sci chat

Anyway as aforementioned this chapter was LONG and I had to limit my notes quite a bit BUT. I'm really proud of it and I had a lot of fun, so I hope y'all enjoy it too! The next chapter is also going to be in this style (unless ofc yall hate it), so it'll probably take me about the same amount of time. (can't even think about how i wrote this instead of working on my diss. ahahaha)
Let me know what you think!! See you next time for the clubbing! <333333
MWAH

Chapter 19: no sleep. bus. club. ‘nother club. ‘nother club.

Notes:

BOO!
It’s so nice to be here again!!! Hope y’all enjoy this oneeeeee

TWs for: alcohol, sexual content (just making out n grinding and nothing explicit!), implied/referenced child abuse, brief mention of roofie-ing (NO ONE IS ROOFIED DW it’s just mentioned in passing), toxic relationship dynamics, missing character (they’re fine!!)

This chapter is REAL angsty and full of drama (much like the last one). Take care of yourselves!!

Enjoy….

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

FRIDAY. October 7th, 10:56pm. The lobby. 

“This is the perfect solution, Ali,” Rogue insists. “Sure, Tinder and Hinge and Bumble didn’t work out, but in a way that’s better! We’re not lookin’ for long-term relationships here, we’re lookin’ for vengeance.” 

Exactement ,” Remy says, and reaches out to twist Rogue’s choker so that the clasp is once again at the back. “Clubs are made for pullin’. Dance like every song is ‘Maneater’ and you’ll have the girls flockin’ to ya.” 

“Don’t even have to kiss anyone, if you don’t want. Dance, flirt, throw a few lingerin’ looks–” 

“Like this,” Remy says, and does a very complicated combination of eyelash and eyelid movements that end up making him look like a bird of paradise, in Rogue’s opinion–deranged, flamboyant, and flirtatious. Impressively, he pulls it off. Either that or Rogue is far too gone on him. 

“...Uh-huh,” Ali says slowly. “I don’t know if I can quite do–whatever that is–but I’ll dance, for sure.” 

Remy bats his eyelashes harder. “Ooh la la, Mademoiselle! You dazzle me! Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ?” 

Rogue struggles to suppress a laugh. “See, Ali? It’s already workin’.” 

“You’re not even French,” Ali tries, but her mouth quirks upward. 

Remy shrugs. “Neither are the girls you’ll flirt with.” 

“And there’s a good chance none of ‘em will be redheads, either,” Rogue adds, because that was the biggest problem with the apps. 

“God, I fucking hope not,” Ali grimaces. “This city’s crawling with gingers.”

“Excuse me?” a familiar voice rings out behind them. Rogue turns, ready to fight Maddie, but it’s Jean. She relaxes at the same time that Remy’s brow smooths out next to her, though there’s some lingering tension in his shoulders. 

Rogue’s still prepared to defend Ali, but it’s pretty apparent that Jean’s teasing. Her green eyes are crinkled at the corners, face lit up and warm in an expression that Rogue can’t imagine seeing Maddie wear. Ali cringes. 

“Er–not you–” 

Jean laughs. “I’m just messing with you, sorry. Couldn’t resist. It was right there!” 

Ali smiles–not as widely as she would with Rogue and Remy alone, but more genuinely than she has for most of the trip. Rogue understands. Everyone likes Jean. 

(Which makes her reaction to Rogue’s text about Maddie even more confusing. Rogue’s still chewing on that one.) 

There’s a sweet little moment where Ali and Jean are laughing together, blonde and red hair swish-swishing in tandem, and then Jean visibly understands which redhead Ali is talking about, and Ali remembers whose face Jean shares. Both their faces fall slightly. 

Rogue briefly has the weirdly poetic thought (which she’s sure Remy will appreciate) that Ali and Jean are the kinder, more well-adjusted versions of Emma and Maddie. The yin to their yang, or maybe the yang to their yin. She’s not sure which one represents which. 

It doesn’t matter, because her best friend is floundering and Jean’s boyfriends are quickly approaching from across the lobby, so Rogue figures it’s as good a time as any to save the day. 

To tell the truth, she’s not a truly friendly or extroverted person. If she were raised in New York, like Ali, she’d probably sit back with an RBF and let everyone else do the introductions and small talk, but she’s been nurtured so hard in Southern hospitality that it’s become her nature, at this point. 

Rogue slips her right hand into Remy’s left and takes a small step forward. “How’re you doin’, sugah? It’s been a long day for all of us, but I figure you’ve had the longest, what with…everythin’.” 

She tries her best not to make it sound passive aggressive, but in her defence, she does hate Maddie. And Maddie is the everything in question. 

Jean clearly catches the edge in Rogue’s voice, but doesn’t seem to take it personally. She just shrugs, an easy smile gracing her features. 

“It hasn’t been the easiest day. I’m sure the clubbing will make up for it, though. I’ve heard Jubilee really knows how to party, so I think we’re in good hands.” 

Damn your perfect, kind soul and small talk , Rogue thinks, more viciously than is strictly warranted. She likes Jean–can’t deny it, and wouldn’t try to–but she likes it better when her enemies aren’t sympathetic. If Jean still sees something good in Maddie, that means there probably is something good in Maddie, and that makes being her nemesis a tougher gig than she signed up for. 

Remy gently squeezes her hand. Gentle, gentle, gentle, this man, more than anyone would likely expect. Rogue lets that gentleness seep into her, lets her gaze soften and her body lose some of its tension. She smiles a little. 

“I’m excited,” she says truthfully. “Last time we all showed up at the same club, Emma got hit with a chair. Can’t wait to see what Wanda’ll bring this time.” 

Jean snorts, right as Remy wryly raises an eyebrow and says, “maybe she’ll go for a table.” 

Ali rolls her eyes. “If anyone could get it past the bouncer, it’d be Wanda.” 

“How does that work?” Rogue blurts, rudeness bubbling up out of her throat. She resists the urge to clap her hand over her mouth. “Not that it’s my business–”

“Ororo and Wanda?” Jean guesses correctly. Rogue nods. In her periphery, Ali and Remy do, too. She wouldn’t be surprised if the whole lobby wanted answers to that particular question. 

“Ororo’s giving very, lawyer, bringer-of-justice,” Ali says, “and Wanda’s more…well, bringer-of-justice, but in a huge fuckoff sword sort of way.” 

“Well,” Jean says conspiratorially, “someone’s gonna have to bail Wanda out of prison one day. Besides, I could see both of them as vigilantes. One’s just more willing to murder.” 

Rogue can’t argue with that. 

Remy chuckles and plants a kiss on Rogue’s temple. She squirms for the act of it, but even though Remy’s lips are cool from the air con they keep blasting in the lobby and dry from losing his chapstick between the seats of the bus, her heart flutters happily. 

Fluttering. Lord, if her Aunt Carrie could see her now, she knows she’d have hell to pay. 

“Just like you, cher ,” Remy says. 

“Hm?” 

“Willing to murder,” he clarifies, and Ali cackles, probably remembering the amount of times she’s held Rogue’s hoops in the club. Or class. Or the dining hall. Or, memorably, at a hockey rink. 

Jean nods knowingly. “Just like Logan–oh, hello, beautiful.” 

Sure enough, Logan and Scott have materialized at Jean’s side, the former in a clingy white tank top and the latter in ass-hugging jeans. Rogue has to respect Jean’s taste. (Though Remy’s wearing purple mesh with a pink crop top over it, so who’s the real winner here?) 

Logan flushes bright red and mutters something Rogue can’t make out. 

“Oh,” Jean’s eyes widen, alarmed. “Yeah, let’s move–sorry, guys. We’ll see you in there!” 

She waves, and the throuple is off to a different corner of the lobby. Rogue frowns, but she quickly catches on. Maddie, who must’ve been looking for Jean earlier, is strutting over to them in her typical all-black. 

Ali scowls. “How the fuck are they sisters?”

Ordinarily, Rogue would make some snarky comment about biology, but not today. She gets what Ali means. 

“Wee-ooo, wee-ooo!” 

It’s Jubilee, waving her hands in the air. “The party bus is now leaving, people! And by party bus, I mean me! Let’s hit the road!” 

A few cheers go up, followed by some loud shushing, and then they’re all hustling out the doors, crammed together like sheep through a gate. Which makes Jubilee a very boisterous border collie in a yellow jacket. 

“Fitting,” Rogue hums. 

“What was that, cher ?” 

Rogue slips her hand into Remy’s back pocket. “Nothin’. Now c’mon, we’re bein’ herded.” 

***

FRIDAY. October 7th, 11:18pm. Pitchers. 

As much as she hates Jean Grey, Emma has to admit that she has perfection down to a science. Her outfits are simple, effective formulas: high waisted bottoms, cropped tops, primary colors with pops of green, and a few pieces of jewellery, never exceeding six pieces. Her makeup is girl-next-door, her teeth pearly white, her hair never frizzy or out of place. Her brand is Kind, Friendly, and Sweet, but not saccharine–only ever genuine. As a stage manager, Emma recognises a leading lady when she sees it, and that’s exactly who Jean has curated herself to be. 

She respects it. As a fellow believer in perfect branding (whites, icy blues, satin, silk, and fur–her name is Frost, after all) she admires Jean Grey’s commitment to her character. Emma is just as committed. Ice Queen isn’t just a title, it’s a lifestyle–one which affords her power and respect. Maybe people don’t realise it, but it is respect, what they feel for Emma. Envy, righteous anger, blatant dislike…they’re all different forms of respect, caught up in denial. 

So Emma is aware everyone on this trip hates her. That’s perfectly fine. They just wish they had the confidence to be her. 

It’s the same way they feel about Jean Grey, and that’s why, Emma thinks, Maddie is drawn to her. 

It’s disgustingly blatant that Maddie and Jean are jealous of each other. Jean grew up with a real family, Maddie took Jean’s mother away from her, etc. etc. Maddie wants Jean’s perfection, Jean wants Maddie’s chaos. People are always drawn to what they covet, and they covet it because they can’t have it. 

Studying Child Psychology? Helping children find the healthy family relationship Jean covets. Dating Scott, an anxious, OCD, foster-care kid with a yardstick up his ass? Jean likely doesn’t realise it, but she’s dating him as a charity case. She wants to heal him and give him a healthy relationship, too. Her obsession with communication and kindness and bla bla bla is all wrapped up in the fact that she’s been refused it, over and over again. 

And dating Logan is even more obvious. He’s angry, chaotic, constantly spinning out and ignorant of social norms and boundaries. Jean covets his ability to not care; to be at ease with the darker parts of himself. 

Jean Grey loves to fix imperfect people, because they distract her from her own imperfections. Emma can understand that. She doesn’t relate to it, but she understands it. 

Maddie, unlike her sister, covets perfection–because again, that’s what she was denied. Foster-care and abusive orphanages, combined with Maddie’s anger issues and variety of undiagnosed mental illnesses, makes her a permanently troubled kid. 

Emma knows she’s perfect. Confident. Maybe not loved by anyone, but feared. No one would accuse her of being messy–no no. Emma is deliberate . And Maddie, who has been causing nothing but messes since she was born (to quote her, anyway, after an especially cathartic night exploring Maddie’s praise kink), naturally covets someone who causes chaos deliberately, rather than as a side-effect of being herself.

Emma is also self-aware. She loves the attention she receives for her perfection. (Having many equally perfect siblings will do that to you). Maddie gives her attention, and Maddie is brash and flawed and reckless. Imperfect, in a word. Emma is perfect, so she covets imperfection.

And Maddie hates the mess she’s gotten herself into, because she no doubt sees it as a reflection of the horrible person she believes herself to be. Now, she’ll want security. 

Emma would also like some security. 

They were good together. Emma was happy, and Jean Grey came along and ruined it. Ali’s set her a challenge which she knows she’ll win, despite what everyone thinks, and when she does win it and prove that she is still Emma fucking Frost, these people are going to respect her again. 

“Gin and tonic and a jack and coke,” she tells the bartender. The service isn’t that bad here. 

Drinks in hand, she weaves through the crowd to find Maddie. 

The first anticipated hurdle–Jean, Thing 1, and Thing 2–is missing. Emma scans the crowd. Ah. They’re replenishing their drinks at the bar, which is fairly busy. A good five minutes, at least. 

The second hurdle is much more irritating and much harder to overcome. 

Ororo Munroe and Wanda fucking Maximoff are dancing with Maddie. If it were anyone else, this would be an easy situation to manipulate, but no. Ororo, unlike literally any other woman on the planet, is still managing to pay Maddie plenty of attention, despite a very tipsy Wanda whispering into her ear and grinding against her. 

Emma’s nose wrinkles at the display. 

Maddie just seems bemused, laughing along to whatever Ororo’s saying and step-touching to the beat. Emma does not look at her long, lean legs or her full red mouth. She has to keep the upper hand. Ice Queens don’t want things. 

“Nice moves, Maximoff,” Emma says–not quite a sneer, but certainly not a compliment. 

To her credit, Ororo doesn’t tense up, but her eyes do sharpen. Wanda, ever the actress, throws her entire body into rolling her eyes and turns around. 

“Frost,” she does sneer, “why don’t you go melt somewhere else?” 

Emma raises an eyebrow. Not her best. “Did you get that from Pretty Little Liars?” 

“Mm-mm.” Wanda smiles sweetly. “Double fisting it?” 

“Not for long,” she says, and takes a sip from both drinks, then hands the jack and coke off to Maddie. 

Maddie white-knuckles the cheap plastic, but she still takes it. Calculated, on Emma’s part. Maddie doesn’t refuse any food or drink–she can’t. And she knows Emma would just pour it onto the floor if she didn’t take it. 

Wanda glares at her, suddenly sober. “There better not be anything in that drink, Frost.” 

Emma doesn’t flinch, but it’s a near thing. She’s not surprised that Wanda accuses her of it, but she is–

“Emma, get her to drink some water. As for you , you fucking creep–” 

Hurt. Maybe.

“Emma wouldn’t do that,” Ororo and Maddie say in unison. Maddie startles. Ororo keeps her steady gaze on Emma. 

“I wouldn’t,” Emma repeats, jaw working despite her best efforts. She folds her hand over Maddie’s and brings the jack and coke to her lips, taking a long swig. Maddie’s pupils dilate. 

“It’s worth checking,” Wanda says firmly, but backs down. 

Emma swallows. “Care to dance?” 

“Me?” Maddie takes a sip of the jack and coke. “Why?”

She never makes it simple. “We’re at a club.” 

Maddie’s expression hardens. “Dance with Ali.” 

Very funny.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Emma says lightly, “but Ali and I are on the outs. If you can be on the outs after a one-night stand.” 

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Maddie parrots, “but there are plenty of other girls here for you to sink your claws into. Buy one of them a drink.” 

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” 

“Because I don’t know what they like.” 

Maddie’s lips thin. She yanks the G&T out of Emma’s hands and chugs it. 

“Buy yourself a drink, then.” 

Irritating. 

…charming. 

Emma’s missed her. A bit. Her lips twitch up. 

“You must be angry, if you’re willing to drink tonic water.” 

She’s expecting Maddie to snap at her. Maybe a you’re just now getting that? Or even a simple fuck you

Maddie finishes off the rest of her jack and coke with a flourish. 

“You haven’t apologised once.” 

Emma fights not to flounder. “For?” 

Maddie glares at her. “What you said about Jean. Hellfire. Ali.” 

Of course. “Have you?” 

What .” 

“The museum today, Hellfire, manipulating Ali,” Emma lists on her fingers. “Have you taken the time to properly apologise? In person?” 

“Jean and I worked it out,” Maddie says furiously, “and I told Ali I fucked up–” 

“If they don’t deserve an apology, why do you deserve one from me?” 

Maddie stares at her. “Are you out of your fucking –” 

“You let me talk shit about Jean for four months before you ended things,” Emma continues, nonplussed. “You could have told me earlier.”

“You wouldn’t’ve stopped!” Maddie fumes. 

“No. But you would have explained why you want me to be nice to your sister, and I would’ve realised that we had two very different understandings of how our relationship worked. Then we might have ended it peacefully, communication and all.” Emma shrugs. “Easy.” 

“Then why,” Maddie hisses, practically vibrating with anger, “do you want me now?” 

Because we match , Emma thinks. I have what you want, and you have what I want. Emma wants to win this bet and get her respect back, Maddie wants a distraction from the drama. It’s a simple solution, no emotions attached. Which is a good thing, because Emma doesn’t have any. 

Emma can’t say any of that, because it won’t work. What would Maddie want to hear? 

Oh, of course. Soulmates. Belonging. 

“Because we fit,” Emma says. “We’re the same kind of people. Everyone on this trip hates me, yes, but most of them hate you, too. There’s a reason for that. There is something we have that they don’t. That is why we have such great chemistry. We make sense together, Maddie. Who else would yell at Jean in a public museum? Me. Who else would–” 

“That,” a voice interrupts, “is a load of bullshit.” 

Emma wants to scream. She was right there ! Maddie’s eyes were just starting to soften! She was just starting to step toward her, fucking finally! Emma spins. Who in the hell–

Ororo. Dammit. 

“You can’t build a relationship off of being more special and more important than everyone else.” Ororo brushes past Emma to face Maddie. “It isolates you. The people on this trip don’t hate you because you’re better or different than them. They hate you both because you’ve made poor choices and hurt them without remorse. Since breaking up, you’re being forced to confront a world that won’t excuse or encourage your bad behaviour. Neither of you have apologised–to each other or anyone else. Not because you see something they don’t. Because you’re running away from the consequences of your actions.” 

Emma decides she doesn’t care for Ororo Munroe. “Of course you’re Jean’s best friend.” 

Ororo throws her arm around Maddie’s shoulders. “Go dance with someone else, Emma. I’m Maddie’s friend. She’s exactly like the rest of us.” 

They turn their backs on her and start to walk to Wanda, and she’s– fuck – 

“Oh, please,” Emma huffs, but she knows it’s weak. “Maddie–” 

Maddie whirls around. There’s fire in her eyes, and Emma actually steps back

“I don’t want you!” 

It rips out of Maddie’s throat like it’s been lodged there for months. A few people around them go quiet. 

Emma tries to keep her head high. Suddenly she feels really fucking small. 

Maddie’s a hair’s-breadth away, breath hot on her face. She smells like jack and coke. 

“I don’t–” Maddie inhales shakily. “Want you.” 

“Maddie–” God, she sounds utterly defenseless. Pathetic.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” 

And Emma’s cold again, watching as Maddie pushes through the crowd, Ororo and Wanda running after her. 

People are still staring, but they go back to dancing soon enough. Emma’s frozen. 

Everyone wants her. Everyone. 

How is she alone on a crowded dance floor? 

***

your brother is an idiot 

Friday, October 7th, 11:35pm

Hank McCoy: How’d the studying go? 

Alex Summers: Meh

Alex Summers: Still suck at everything 

Alex Summers: How’s the trip 

Hank McCoy: I’m sure you don’t suck at everything, Alex. And I’m sure Lorna told you the same. 

Hank McCoy: The trip is good! We’re at a gay bar right now

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Hank McCoy: Warren and I are sticking together. Meanwhile, Scott: 

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Hank McCoy: He’s having fun. 

Alex Summers: Does he know you’re texting me 

Hank McCoy: Yes I told him earlier. He may have seen the long fingers comment

Alex Summers: NO

Alex Summers: FUCK

Hank McCoy: I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE HONEST, I DIDN’T KNOW HE’D SCROLL UP THAT FAR 

Alex Summers: EURGHHHHHHHHHH

Alex Summers: ERASE HIS MEMORY

Hank McCoy: HOW! 

Alex Summers: IDK YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!!! FIGURE IT OUT 

Hank McCoy: OKAY I WILL!!!! 

Hank McCoy: I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!

Alex Summers: I do too

Alex Summers: You won’t have to wait for long 

Hank McCoy: I’m not sure Scott will come around that quickly. 

Alex Summers: Bozo

Alex Summers: That’s not what I meant 

Hank McCoy: Then wha t? 

Alex Summers: Enjoy the club 

Alex Summers: Make fun of Scott’s dancing for me 

***

FRIDAY. October 7th, 11:39pm. Pitchers. 

“Emma.” 

What .” 

Jubilee already regrets this. Like, severely. 

“Don’t–” she sighs. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Her brain shouts. Stupid, foolish, dangerous! Run! Emma Frost! Scary! 

Jubilee ignores her brain. As she usually does. “Listen–come hang out with us? Kitty and Kurt and I.” 

She fights the urge to look back at them, probably still dancing up a storm to “Material Girl.” It’s proving a bizarrely popular choice with the crowd tonight. Jubilee appreciates a DJ who knows their audience. 

“What?” Emma repeats, still with that I’ll-rip-you-to-shreds tone. Jubilee forges ahead. 

“Yeah! Forget about that stupid bet–Ali’s mad at you, she’s trying to get you to feel bad about yourself.” 

“You think I don’t know that?” Emma asks–no, demands. She hasn’t lost the rip-you-to-shreds tone yet, but there’s a barely noticeable quiver of vulnerability somewhere in there. Jubilee just has to jump on it. 

“No, I think you do,” she says bluntly. “So why are you letting her bug you?” 

That seems to take Emma aback. Nice one. 

“I–” Emma blinks and quickly straightens her features back into that indifferent, haughty mask. “Why are you offering? Trying to get some gossip from the source?”

Jubilee rolls her eyes. “No, I’m trying to be nice.” 

Emma doesn’t scoff with her voice, but she does with her eyes. “Why? You hate me.” 

“I don’t–”

“Everyone on this trip hates me, I’m not stupid. Don’t pretend.” Emma stares her down, hair in a perfect glossy sheet over her shoulder, eyes cold as ice. 

Frost suits her , Jubilee thinks, and why not go with that? Emma hasn’t ripped her head off yet. This might just be working. 

“Okay, fine, yeah, you’re kind of a bitch. I don’t like to use that word, but–” 

“But I am, I know.” 

They stare at each other some more. Jubilee wonders if this is how an impala feels right before being mauled by a leopard. 

Emma’s mouth twists. She taps her ice-blue nails together. Jubilee waits for the kill. 

“I’m sorry I fucked up your lightboard. I got cocky, and I had an idea for the playboy bunny scene, and I thought I can do this now, so why not do it ? And I fucked it up, because I–” Emma grimaces ever so slightly, which Jubilee barely notices, because she’s too busy trying to pick her jaw up off the ground– “obviously don’t know how to use a lightboard. I got embarrassed. I should have apologised.” 

Jubilee wonders if pinching herself would be rude. Probably yes. 

“Damn,” she says instead, because what the hell else could possibly come out of her mouth right now? 

Emma’s glare intensifies. “What.” 

“You’re a bitch who apologises.” 

There’s a brief silence while “Material Girl” transitions into “girl, so confusing,” and Jubilee actually does pinch herself when Emma lets out the smallest, subtlest little puff of air that could, maybe, impossibly, be a laugh. 

She feels her face split into a grin. “C’mon, let’s dance!” 

She almost forgets herself and grabs Emma’s hand to drag her onto the dance floor, but Emma cuts her joy down with the crux of the issue. 

“You told me to shut up earlier.” 

Ah. “Yes.” 

“Why?”

Emma Frost is not stupid. Jubilee is pretty sure. 

Still, that’s a stupid fucking question.

“‘Cause you needed to shut up.” 

Emma’s glare lessens fractionally. Jubilee takes that as her cue to keep going.

“Listen,” she says, with the air of a football coach straddling his chair backward right before giving a life-changing pep talk, “insulting Jean is not gonna make Maddie like you.”

Emma rolls her eyes, but she could’ve rolled them harder. “I’m just saying what Maddie’s already said.” 

“Yeah, but it’s different when it’s Maddie saying it.” 

“What?” 

Jubilee has never heard Emma Frost ask (albeit indirectly) for clarification before. Surreal doesn’t even cover it. 

“Look, you don’t strike me as an only child.”

“Really?” Emma seems grudgingly impressed. “I don’t get that a lot.” 

“So, do you have siblings?” 

“...Yes,” she admits. “A few sisters, a brother.” 

“Right, so…I mean, you can say whatever you want to your siblings, but imagine if it was some other jerk saying it to them. You wouldn’t like it very much, would you?” 

Emma hesitates. 

“I…suppose not, no.” 

“Right,” Jubilee repeats. “So if I were saying–oh, what’s up, Emma, your sister bla-bla-bla sucks shit, and I hate her–wouldn’t you get offended? Even if you were saying the exact same thing to her?” 

Emma sniffs. “I suppose.” 

Jubilee is starting to feel like she’s talking to a toddler. “No, you don’t suppose, you would!” 

Emma side-eyes her. “You’re more observant than people give you credit for.”

“I know.”

“I mean, you’re always playing video games, and–you dress like you’re in a rave most of the time. I don’t really understand your whole…” Emma trails off. “Deal.”

Jubilee bites back a smile. “That’s okay, I don’t really understand your whole deal, either.” 

Emma raises an eyebrow. “What’s my whole deal?”

“Being a bitch, like I said,” Jubilee says. She’s getting the hang of dealing with Emma Frost, maybe. “And just generally, like, pickin’ pickin’ pickin’ at people, which is why I knew you’re not an only child, ‘cause like, you must’ve had to practice on someone to get that far.” 

Emma hums. “Like I said, more observant than I give you credit for.”

“Thanks.” Jubilee lets loose the smile this time. “You gonna dance or what?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Why maybe? Why not yes?” 

“Because you don’t like me,” Emma hisses, “nobody likes me. Kurt? He’s Logan’s best friend.”

Jubilee shrugs. “Yeah?”

“And Logan is dating Jean.”

“Yeah.” 

“So won’t Kurt–” Emma swallows. Jubilee watches her press her nails into her palm. “Care?” 

“No. Kurt’s a good person. He knows that’s not his business. Uh, and also he knows that people are, like,” Jubilee adopts a deep voice, “varied. Infinitely. And you’re definitely varied infinitely,  ‘cause you are, like, seriously a piece of work. I mean, holy shit.”

“Thanks,” Emma says dryly. 

“Yeah, no problem.” Take that, leopard. “I’m just saying, Kurt’s not gonna hold it against you. He doesn’t hold anything against anyone, even though, like, he knows more of your dirty laundry than most people do.”

Emma’s eyes narrow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Uh, duh, the advice column?” 

Emma lets out a deep, aggravated sigh. 

Jubilee’s actually kind of enjoying this. “Yeah. Yeah, you’ve been thinking about that a lot, haven’t you?”

“Says who?”

“Says me. Says me, ‘cause I’m smart. Listen. Let the advice column go, man. People need help, they ask for advice. And if you’re worried about what Wade fucking Wilson is gonna be advising people to do against you, then that’s stupid.” 

(Look, she tried to come up with a better end to that sentence, but sometimes you’ve just gotta hit the nail on the head.) 

“That’s really stupid,” she repeats. 

Emma huffs. “It is not.”

“Yes, it is.” Jubilee raises her own eyebrow. “Have you seen him? That kid’s crazy. Like, he’s cool, but he’s out of his fucking mind.”

“...Yeah, that’s true.” 

“I know it is. So c’mon, just dance with us!” Jubilee extends her hand, beckoning. She thinks she’s made a good argument here. She thinks, maybe, Emma Frost might even like her now. Or at least respect her. 

Emma’s still hesitating, though, her eyes on Jubilee’s hand and her arms crossed. When she asks why, again, it’s in her quietest voice yet. Damn, she’s slow to trust. Though maybe that’s fair, when everyone on the trip does, in fact, hate her. 

But Jubilee, strangely, is growing to like this ice queen. “Because you need a friend.” 

Emma does scoff with her voice, this time. “You’re not going to be my friend.” 

“Noooo, I’m not,” Jubilee mocks, then gets serious. “I wouldn’t mind if I was, y’know. It seems like you need one, considering everyone on this trip fucking hates you. Like you said.” 

Emma, predictably, does seem to agree with her own judgement. Her eyebrow lowers. Her face smooths out, but not into the condescending mask Jubilee’s used to seeing. More just–guarded. 

“Fine.” 

Jubilee whoops. “Really?!”

“Yes. Fine.” Emma heaves an incredibly put-upon sigh. “I’ll come and dance with you.” 

And just like that, she takes Jubilee’s hand. Jubilee beams. 

“But no pictures,” Emma says as she’s dragged toward Kurt and Kitty. 

“Right.” 

“And no videos.”

“Right.” 

They stop a few feet from the others, mostly because there’s a huge throng blocking their way, but Jubilee can’t help herself. She, like Emma, is very good at pickin’ pickin’ pickin. She looks up at Emma, curious. She’s gotten past some of her defenses, so why not push her luck? 

“Do you need a friend?” 

Emma wavers. “I’m not answering that question–”

“HA! You do!” 

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you doooo, and it’s gonna be me. I’m gonna be friends with Emma Frost.” Jubilee inhales. “WOOO-HOOO!” 

“Please don’t shout so loud.” 

“Mm. No. Woo-oo-ooo-hooo-ooo,” she sings, somewhat better than usual. 

Emma blinks. “Since when can you sing?” 

“Since forever, I just stay behind the lightboard ‘cause I’m better at it.” She smirks. “And I don’t need all that star quality, okay? People would be hounding me from here to Boston.” 

Emma doesn’t huff a puff of air. She doesn’t even giggle daintily. She snorts . Emma fucking Frost straight up snorts, and it’s maybe the best sound Jubilee’s ever heard. 

“Yeah, they would,” Jubilee says, all self-important, “uh-huh. So back off.” 

Emma tries to hold back the next laugh and ends up sort of hiccuping, and Jubilee very graciously doesn’t make fun of her for it, but it’s tempting. The throng dissipates slightly, just enough for them to squeeze their way through. 

“C’mon! Groove.” Jubilee pulls her to the other side, where Kurt and Kitty are waiting, and pulls out her best dance moves. “Do the whip.” 

Emma’s trying to hang onto her ice queen thing, but her shoulders are shaking. “I’m not doing the whip.” 

“Okay, fine, do the nae-nae then,” Jubilee says, and does the nae-nae. 

Emma snorts again. She does not do the whip or the nae-nae, but she does, very regally, do the sprinkler. 

Jubilee cheers her on.

***

SATURDAY. October 8th, 12:04am. Pitchers. 

Warren isn’t good at this. 

Not dancing–he’s excellent at that, fluid and graceful from years of ballroom training. 

Not dressing–he knows how to make an outfit do him favours.

Certainly not drinking–he’s a heavyweight. He’s five or six Smirnoff ices in and he’s just now getting tipsy. 

No, Warren isn’t good at–at–whatever you call this

He usually enjoys the club. Nelly Furtado is booming, there’s bisexual lighting, and Hank’s swaying precariously next to him, long arms thrown up in the air like the noodle men at car dealerships. Warren…maybe forgot that Hank is a lightweight. Whoops. 

Three men have offered to buy him a drink already (thank Christ Jubilee chose a gay bar), and a few weeks ago he wouldn’t have turned them down. He would’ve run one hand down their chests and wrapped the other around the bottle and Bobby would’ve seen out of the corner of his eye and shoved him into a bathroom stall and–

Pulled him in by the belt loops. Tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. Dragged his tongue against the roof of Pietro’s mouth. 

Warren’s going to be sick. 

Hank’s trying to get him to yell the lyrics of “Maneater,” but Warren can’t tear his eyes away. 

Minutes ago, Pietro had leaned in. Warren’s stomach dropped. He thought Pietro was going to kiss him–but no. Thank god. Pietro just whispered something in Bobby’s ear, and then he pulled back. Bobby nodded and smiled like whatever Pietro had to say could be so damn funny–as if–and then Pietro was going back in, yes, very good, keep on grinding on each other in public, by all means, and–

Oh. 

Warren–Warren– 

Keep dancing. Dance like your fucking life depends on it, Warren . He had turned, desperately, to Hank. Dance, drink, scream the lyrics as loud as you can because you sure as hell can’t scream for real. 

They’re still going. 

What do you call this ? What is he bad at, here? Repressing his emotions? Being indifferent? Focusing on having fun with Hank? 

Warren isn’t sure. All of those are things he’s bad at, yes, but what do you call this specific feeling: watching his best friend, the man he’s in love with, make out with someone he barely knows? What’s the name for the sickly green tension pressing on his lungs? Is there some incredibly specific German word for watching Bobby touch Pietro in the same places he touches Warren? 

How are they still going? 

Bobby presses Pietro up against a wall. 

“That’s it,” he mutters. “That’s fucking it.” 

He turns to complain to Hank, but Hank’s on his phone. Probably texting Alex.   

How the fuck, Warren thinks viciously, is Hank still in Alex’s good graces after all the shit he’s done? He lied, he ghosted, he had us all on a goddamn manhunt, but I tell Bobby I love him and somehow I’m the one being ignored? 

He breathes in hard, anger and adrenaline making him shaky.

Pietro grabs a handful of Bobby’s ass, and that is enough. Warren doesn’t think. He just goes. 

Before he knows it, he’s grabbing Bobby’s shoulder and prying them apart. 

“Really?” He can barely hear himself, between make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love, she’s a maneater, make you work hard, make you and the roar of adrenaline in his ears. 

Bobby’s mouth glistens under bright pink lights. Pietro’s dazed next to him, flushed and slumped against the wall, but his eyes clear when he sees Warren. 

Pietro pushes off the wall and shoves Warren hard in the chest. “What the hell, man?” 

What the hell ?” Warren parrots. “ What the hell ? Did he tell you what happened before your first date? Did he tell you what happened last night ?” 

Pietro scoffs. “If you’re trying to make me jealous, Worthington–Worthington the third , sorry–it’s not gonna work. I don’t remember him hanging out with you all day.” 

Warren turns to Bobby. “So you didn’t tell him.” 

“Tell me what?” Pietro throws his arms wide. “Go on, Worthington, fill me in!” 

“Warren, what are you doing?” Bobby hisses under his breath. 

He stares at Bobby, irritated that Warren’s upset, and his blood boils. He rounds on Pietro. 

“I’m in love with him, and he knows it.” 

Pietro just blinks at him. “Okay? What does that have to do with me? He was making out with me, not you, so clearly he doesn’t feel the same. Right, Bobby?” 

“Uh–” Bobby’s a deer in headlights. “Um.” 

Warren’s heart leaps. He’s not saying no. 

Pietro’s brow furrows. “Right, Bobby?” 

Bobby’s eyes dart back and forth frantically. Then they land on Warren. Bobby swallows, and Warren thinks this is it. I knew it. I knew this couldn’t be one-sided. 

“Right.” 

Pietro crows. “See? Rejection sucks, but you gotta get your head around it!” 

Warren can’t breathe. Bobby won’t look at him. 

“Bobby?” He doesn’t know if he can hear him over the music. 

Bobby’s gaze flits to him, then away. Warren shoves his hand at his own face, wiping away tears. He’s probably crying. He should be. 

Bobby squares his shoulders. 

“Right,” he says again. 

Warren doesn’t know if Pietro’s still laughing or if he’s imagining it, but the indifference all over Bobby’s face is very, very real. 

He tastes salt. So he is crying. 

Warren forces his way through the crowd until he finds a door. 

*** 

FRIDAY. October 7th, 9:30pm PST. The Blandings Residence. 

“Lorna–”

“Yeah, what’s up.” Absolutely-the-fuck-not. Lorna pushes past the two gaping middle-aged idiots (species: insipiens Blandingus ) and barrels into their modest suburban living room in their modest suburban house on their modest suburban street. 

“Excuse me, Lorna–” 

“Up yours,” Lorna calls out as she runs up the stairs to Alex’s room. Empty. Just like his dorm. She storms over to his nightstand and yanks open his drawers. Medications, gone. Passport, gone. 

“Fuck.” 

Janet and Andrew come racing in after her. Janet’s voice is already reaching Dog Pitches. 

“Young lady, you can not just barge into our home!” 

“I can, and I’m doing it,” Lorna throws over her shoulder, now tearing through Alex’s closet. Lots of socks gone, plus two jackets and pairs of shoes. And the blanket and pillows off his bed. “Have you seen your son recently?” 

Janet gapes at her. “Young lady, it is the middle of the night!” 

“It’s 9pm, and that’s not what I asked. Have you seen him?” 

Janet’s still gaping. Lorna rolls her eyes. 

“Come on, yes or no, it’s a simple answer. Let’s go, Janet!” 

“I’ll thank you not to speak to my wife that way,” Andrew huffs, chest puffing up like a dumbass cockatoo. 

“And I’ll thank you to answer my question, so do it.” Lorna gets up in both their faces. “ Where is Alex?”

Notes:

HELLO!!!
Not this being almost three months to the day since my last update!!! I’m sorry it took so long, y’all. I just finished my last year of uni so you can imagine how insane it’s been but! the SECOND I was free, I was jumping back into this fic bc I MISSED HER SM
First, special thanks to my real-life friend and beta reader Haley (MWAH) and to ao3 user KrakenOfDoom for suggesting the gang go to Pitchers, a real DC gay bar! Love to have real places in this fic <3333
LET’S GET INTO IT.

- ROMY MY BELOVEDS ik last chap I made fun of myself for not giving them a lot of screen time so I wanted to give them some here!! Shoutout to: remy straightening rogue’s choker, rogue being gone on his dumb ass, GENTLE GENTLE GENTLE, remy loving rogue n her murderous vibes, and ROGUE’S HAND IN HIS BACK POCKET RAHHHHH
- the text rogue mentions is in ch 8!
- jean n ali being well-adjusted versions of maddie n emma…lord
- make rogue mean!
- ororo and wanda are daredevil and the punisher send tweet
- THE RETURN OF BEAUTIFUL
- jubilee being a border collie is maybe my fav thing ever
- I LOVE WRITING EMMA’S POV. MY ICE QUEEN <3
- are they different forms of respect? Are they??
- NOT THE CHARITY CASE. EMMA THAT’S FOUL
- ‘she doesn’t relate to it, but she understands it’ how’s denial taste babe
- troubled kid…is maddie…percy jackson core
- why don’t you go melt somewhere else is iconic sorry
- maddie can’t refuse any food or drink…the implications…
- wanda that’s crazy
- maddie chugging emma’s drink n going “buy yourself one” SLAYYYYY
- dare I say it emma makes a point abt the miscommunication
- AND THEN EMMA SAYS SOME INSANE SHIT. Manipulative girlboss
- QUEEN ORORO RAHHHH
- “I’m maddie’s friend. She’s exactly like the rest of us” SCREAMING
- I DON’T WANT YOU !!
- oof emma…babe…
- halex mention!!
- “and I’m sure lorna told you the same” mhm bc they’ve totally been hanging out all day. Totally
- SIBLING EMBARRASSMENT RETURNS
- brief moment of levity as a treat
- “you won’t have to wait for long” hey alex what
- JUBILEE MY BBG MY ICON MY FAV SINCE I WAS A CHILD I LOVE YOUUUU
- the jubilee n emma scene is the first one I wrote for this chap hehe
- the only way to handle emma frost is to be brutally honest n jubilee understands that!!
- RETURN OF THE LIGHTBOARD DRAMA
- girl, so confusing…I ate
- jubilee dragging emma kicking n screaming into admitting she made a mistake lmao
- “emma might like her now. Or at least respect her” and if I said full circle?? What then??
- “jubilee, strangely, is growing to like this ice queen” FULL CIRCLE
- the image of emma frost regally doing the sprinkler is so fucking funny go girl go
- remember ages ago when warbobby was the healthiest couple. Ahaha. Ahahahaha
- warner babe Smirnoff ices couldn’t get a toddler drunk
- shoutout my irl friend for inspiring hank dancing like the inflatable noodle men when drunk
- WARREN MY SHAYLAAAAAA
- love it when a character gets angry and mentally lashes out at their friends. Warren’s so jealous it makes him look stupid
- pietro is such a bitch I love him
- RIGHT BOBBY??????
- warren thinking it was gonna be reciprocated…I broke my own heart w that one GOD
- BOBBY GET IT TOGETHER DUDE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING (I say as if I didn’t write it)
- wait wdym pst. Wdym the blandings residence
- briefly writing in lorna’s pov was such a joy she gives zero fucks and I love it
- IT’S A SIMPLE ANSWER JANET
- and btw. Where is alex

And that’s the chapter!!! I hope you enjoyed it <3 I missed this so much ngl it feels so good to be creative again and write something I love!! I aim to be updating much more regularly now that uni is over (hngh) so expect more dc chapters fairly soon!! I love you all very very much and I can’t wait to see what you think!

(Also I finally saw thunderbolts and LOVED IT so lmk what you think if you want)

See you next time!! Take care y’all <3

Chapter 20: planes, pain, and poli sci tea

Notes:

HELLOOOOOO

TWs for: difficult parent & child dynamics (per use), the word “bitch” being used a lot (which ik can make me uncomfortable so I’m putting it here)

Bibliography 🤪: https://www.costarastrology.com/zodiac-signs/libra-sign , https://www.costarastrology.com/zodiac-signs/scorpio-sign , https://www.loc.gov/visit/paths/ , https://airandspace.si.edu/collection-objects/lilienthal-glider/nasm_A19060001000 , https://airandspace.si.edu/collection-objects/1903-wright-flyer/nasm_A19610048000 , https://www.wearefoundingfarmers.com/menus/

FULL DISCLAIMER BEFORE WE GET INTO IT: I am not Jewish. I didn’t feel right writing any scenes in or about the Holocaust museum from the perspective of Jewish characters for that reason—obviously empathy for marginalized communities is very important, but it doesn’t feel morally right to me to insert myself into a community I am not and never will be a part of. I didn’t want them to just not go to the Holocaust museum, because that is not realistic for a political science class visiting DC, but there are no scenes in or directly involving the museum or the history of the Holocaust. There is a brief reference to it, but that’s it.

I hope you all enjoy the chapter! lmk if you have any questions

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Chapter Text

SATURDAY. October 8th, 8:16am. Outside the hotel. 

Kurt tries not to lie to himself, so he won’t: he is loving the drama. 

That simplifies it a bit. It’s not that he’s loving everyone’s emotional turmoil or Professor Lehnsherr’s exasperation with them all, but he loves a plot. Gossip is just a very good story that he’s emotionally invested in, when you think about it. 

Kurt thinks he gets his love for gossip from being Catholic. What is the Bible if not a whole lot of gossip? 

“Wade ain’t comin’?” 

Kurt hides a smile. Logan’s brow is furrowed, but he seems to be trying to keep his expression neutral. 

“No,” Kurt says, “He said he wanted to fully experience his hangover.” 

Scott wrinkles his nose. “Why?” 

“Something about not getting them in other universes,” Kurt shrugs. “I assume he texted me while still drunk.” 

Logan huffs. “There a word for what Wade’s got in your class, Jeannie?” 

Jean rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “I’m not supposed to speculate. Besides, I don’t know Wade that well.” 

“Well, I can think of a few words for him,” Logan mutters. Kurt tsk s. 

“Sorry!” Kitty comes running down the steps. She haphazardly shoves her left arm into her black denim jacket and shrugs it on over her yellow tee. “Sorry, I slept in.” 

“It’s alright, I doubt anyone got more than four hours of sleep,” Jean says. 

Kurt waits expectantly, but the hotel doors don’t swing open again. “Where’s Jubilee?” 

Kitty pauses in the middle of pulling her hair into a ponytail. “She’s getting breakfast with Emma.” 

They exchange a look. 

“Huh.” Kurt had fun dancing with Emma last night, but he didn’t think Jubilee intended to become real friends with her–or rather, he didn’t think Emma would deign to acknowledge her presence in the light of day. 

But apparently she has. Hm. 

“That will have repercussions,” Kurt says cheerfully. “Shall we?” 

They barely make it ten steps before an English voice calls out: “Scott!” 

Warren looks awful. He’s in a clean, freshly-pressed shirt and trousers, as is his habit, but his belt doesn’t match his shoes. His hair isn’t combed. The eyeliner he wore last night is smeared under his eyes. 

Kurt knows, instantly, what’s happened. 

“Oh, mein freund .” He takes a step forward. “I know we aren’t very close, but–” 

Kurt means to give him a consoling pat on the back or offer some more advice, but Warren collapses into his arms like a puppet with his strings cut. (That is one of Kurt’s favourite English metaphors.) 

Kurt’s a little surprised, but he adapts. He squeezes Warren tightly.

“I should’ve taken your advice,” Warren whispers. His voice shakes. “Not Wade’s.” 

Kurt has the horrible feeling that he’ll be hearing that a lot in the foreseeable future. 

“Warren, what’s going on?” It’s Scott, hand between Warren’s shoulder blades. “What happened?” 

Warren barely lifts his head to look Scott in the eye. “He doesn’t feel the same.” 

There’s a collective intake of air around them. Kurt already knew, but his eyes water all the same. 

“Right,” Jean says firmly. “Warren, mind if we join?” 

Warren exhales softly. “Go for it.” 

He’s enveloped in warmth on all sides. Logan’s at his back, distanced a bit from the others, but still doing his level best to hug it out. Warren trembles. Jean’s a furnace on Kurt’s right, whispering soothing things to Warren while Scott rubs his back. Despite Kitty barely knowing most of them, she throws her full self into the hug, a firm presence at their left. 

“I’m an idiot,” Warren mumbles. 

“No, you’re in love.” Kurt stands on his tiptoes to tuck Warren’s head under his chin. “And you’re heartbroken, so it’s time to be taken care of.” 

Warren snorts. “You’re very earnest.” 

“And cheesy,” Logan huffs, “but he knows what he’s doing.” 

Logan pats Kurt on the back and peels off, and they all take that as their cue to do the same. Kurt lets Warren retreat first with a sniff, fighting to hold his head high. 

“Can I join you for breakfast?” He asks, holding back the tremble in his voice. It’s very brave to continue on this trip when he is heartbroken, Kurt thinks, though he supposes Warren doesn’t have much of a choice. If it were Kurt, he’d stay in bed all day, but he doubts Professor Lehnsherr would allow that. 

“Obviously,” Scott says incredulously. “Any time. I can’t believe he’d–” 

“How exactly did it happen?” Jean asks. “You don’t have to talk about it, of course, but if you want to–” 

“Oh, I’ll talk about it,” Warren bites out. “I’ll shout it from the bloody rooftops. FUCK YOU, PIETRO!” 

Aha. Kurt might’ve known. Of course Pietro put this all in motion. is it inappropriate to ask someone out when they’re fuckbuddies w someone else , he’d asked the AdvicePool. Pietro must have known what he was walking into. 

And yet…Kurt’s seen how attached Pietro is to Bobby this trip, constantly cracking jokes and touching him. 

“He’s in too deep,” Kurt murmurs. 

“Huh?” Kitty whispers. 

“I’ll tell you later,” Kurt whispers back. “For now, we are here for Warren.” 

Kitty salutes him and yells at the DC sky, “FUCK YOU, PIETRO!” 

Kurt joins in, then Logan, then Scott and Jean, and then they’re running down the block before any of the passersby call the cops. 

***

SATURDAY. October 8th, 9:18am. Motherfucking LaGuardia. 

Alex is in deep shit, and he knows it. 

His phone’s been ringing nonstop since the plane landed, so he assumes it was ringing nonstop while he was flying, too. 63 missed calls are from Lorna. 2 are from the Blandings. None from Scott yet, so at least Lorna hasn’t snitched. 

For now. 

Alex grimaces and decides to bite the bullet. He picks up the phone. 

FUCK YOU, ALEX!

Alex bets they hear her in Vermont. “Lorna–” 

YOU BASTARD. YOU FUCKING BASTARD, I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU ALL NIGHT, I HAVEN’T SLEPT, I WAS ABOUT TO CALL DAD AND TELL HIM SCOTT SUMMERS NEEDS TO GO BACK TO WESTCHESTER RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HIS BROTHER IS FUCKING MISSING, YOU GODDAMN–” 

Alex’s stomach lurches when he hears Lorna’s voice break. He wants to sink into the floor. 

You goddamn idiot. You could’ve told me, I would’ve helped! I would’ve left with you! Or at least for a week to help you get settled into wherever the fuck you are, I assume New Y– ” 

“Lorna, Lorna, shh.” Alex’s heart leaps. “Don’t don’t don’t. Listen. Listen to me.” 

Don’t tell me to fucking shush, Alex Summers, you motherfu– ” 

“LORNA. Listen to me. You cannot, I mean cannot tell anyone where I’m going. If the Blandings think Scott had anything to do with this, he could get into serious trouble, okay? We cannot let that happen.” 

Alex, you’re of age ,” Lorna argues, “ It’s not like they can accuse him of kidnapping you or something. ” 

“They’ll do their level fucking best,” Alex hisses. “They’ll pull up the records of Scott fighting for custody and try and pin it all on him, I know it. So I am not here.” 

Here being…where I think you are. ” 

“Yeah.” 

You still could have told me beforehand! You could’ve warned me instead of giving me a fucking heart attack! I’ve been searching all over campus, Alex! I went to your house! ” 

Alex’s brow furrows. “They didn’t tell you I left?” 

Wh–no! They insisted they knew nothing! If you’re telling me they knew, then I’m going to fucking kill them, I swear to fucking god– ” 

“We got into an argument,” Alex says blankly. “They literally saw me pack up and drive off. Why would they not–” 

Oh, of course. They don’t care. Plausible deniability to keep the money they get from the government. He bets they’ll plead for sympathy from their neighbors and cry over the phone to their relatives all while being happy they finally drove him away. They’d only sue Scott to see what money they can get out of it, and they’ll only pretend to look for him to keep up appearances. 

Alex wants to punch something. Or maybe throw up, he’s not sure. 

When are you coming back? ” 

“I’m not,” he says, and it dawns on him that he wasn’t even certain until right this second. “I’m dropping out. I’m not coming back.” 

There’s silence on the other end of the line. 

Alex swallows. He waits for Lorna to shout at him some more or offer up her house to him. 

What he doesn’t expect is for her to say, in a small voice: 

So when will I see you? ” 

Alex hasn’t cried in weeks, but this puts him over the edge. 

“You’re going to your dad’s for Thanksgiving, right?” He chokes out. “You’ll see me then.” 

In a month? ” 

Lorna’s never been anything less than magnetic–whether righteously angry or overflowing with joy, she’s always strong, always pulling people in with the weight of what she feels. Now she sounds drained, and Alex realises painfully that he’s been a really shit friend. 

“I’m sorry,” he tries. “I’m so sorry, but I had to. I couldn’t stay, you know I couldn’t.” 

There’s a sniff on the other end. “ I know. I’m proud of you, Alex. ” 

He waits. 

But you could’ve told me. ” Lorna’s shaky exhale crackles in the receiver. “ I was really fucking scared for a few hours there. ” 

Alex wipes furiously at his eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

Lorna takes a deep breath, and when she speaks again he knows she’s pulling herself together. 

So what do I do when the Blandings try to get me to talk? ” 

This part, Alex thought through over and over–in the car, waiting in security, on the plane. “You don’t know where I am. I text once a day to tell you I’m okay, but you have no idea where I went. And if they try to get anything else from you you tell them nothing. They need a warrant to come into your house, they can’t push you too far.” 

I figured, ” she says. “ Okay. I can do that. ” 

“Lorna–” 

Don’t say you’re sorry again. It’s unlike you. Freaks me out. ” 

He exhales, barely a laugh. “Fine. I’ve gotta catch a bus.” 

Alright. You’d better actually text once a day, Alex, or I’ll track you down and punch you in the face. ” 

“I will.” 

Good. ” She pauses, then says: “ I love you. Bitch. ” 

Alex laughs for real this time. “I love you too, slag. I’ll see you soon.” 

Yeah, you will. Say hi to Hank for me. ” 

“I will, promise.” 

Alright, I’m hanging up because I know you won’t. Bye. Good luck. ” 

He sneaks in a “bye, Lor,” and then she’s hung up, and he’s standing outside LaGuardia airport alone with a backpack and a duffel bag, humidity seeping into his skin while three people blow cigarette smoke into his face. 

He’s free. 

***

SATURDAY. October 8th, 10:17am. The Library of Congress. 

“As you can see, the twelve zodiac signs surround the compass in the center of the Great Hall. here, you can find Aries, Pisces, Aquarius…” 

Scott examines the symbols carefully, one hand in Logan’s and the other in Jean’s. It makes travelling through the Library effectively a little difficult, but it’s worth it. 

“What’s your sign?” Jean whispers to them, as the tour guide starts to lead them up the white marble staircase.

“Virgo,” Scott whispers back. “Logan?” 

Logan shrugs. “I don’t know.” 

“When’s your birthday?” Jean asks, already taking out her phone to look it up. She looks back up at him expectantly, and Logan’s expression goes blank. 

His grip grows a little tighter. “I don’t know.” 

Scott works hard not to let his mouth drop open, not to narrow his eyes. He wonders it all the time, really, but–for Logan not to know his own birthday ? What happened to him? 

Luckily, Jean recovers quickly, as always. “Well, I think you seem like a Libra.” 

Logan’s brow furrows. It’s unbearably cute. Scott grits his teeth. Logan wouldn’t appreciate fawning over him, he knows that. (Then again, Jean does call him “beautiful,” so maybe he should just ask later). 

“What’s’at mean?” 

“According to Co-Star…” Jean pulls up an app with a moon icon. “You’re strategic and spontaneous and also focused and intuitive. You’re different depending on who you’re around, and while you have strong opinions on other people, it–” her eyes flit to Logan’s face– “can take a long time for you to understand yourself.” 

Scott winces. He doubts Logan will take that well, considering…everything. 

Logan’s shoulders tense, but he half-smiles. “What’re you, Jeannie?” 

Jean points to the scorpion tile. “Scorpio.” 

“What’s’at mean?” 

“From what I can tell,” Jean says, “it means I’m a huge bitch.” 

Scott snorts so loudly that it echoes. The tour guide falls silent, and he desperately tries to turn it into a cough. 

“Sorry,” he says, voice deliberately croaky, “uh…frog in my throat.” 

Next to him, Jean’s shoulders are shaking with silent laughter. 

“That’s alright,” the guide says, and graciously points out a nearby water fountain. Scott about dies on the spot. 

As they make their way to a mosaic of the Roman goddess Minerva, Logan pokes Jean’s shoulder. 

“That ain’t true, is it?” 

“Take a look.” Jean raises her eyebrows and passes him her phone. “They make it sound like I’m a supervillain.” 

Logan’s voice drips with incredulity as he reads, “‘ Scorpios socialize from behind a double-sided mirror, always scanning, reading you while you can only see your own reflection. They prefer to be the people asking the questions, removing your skin with their perceptive scalpel and taking inventory of your pulsing viscera?’ What a load of bullshit!” 

Jean laughs under her breath. She bares her teeth, nose crinkling with the movement, and Scott suppresses another snort. 

“What?” Jean mimics offense, “you don’t think this is intimidating? Just wait until I get my scalpel, Summers. Then you’ll be shitting yourself.” 

Scott yanks up the collar of his shirt to hide his laughter. Logan lets go of his hand–Scott frowns–to pat him on the back like he’s helping Scott through a coughing fit, and that just makes him laugh harder (part of his brain lazer-focuses on the heat and breadth of Logan’s fingers, spanning his right shoulder blade and grazing his spine). He wants Logan to touch his other shoulder blade in the same way. 

Eventually they settle down, Logan’s hand back in his, and the tour guide releases them to go explore the main Reading Room, breathtaking with its rich reds and Corinthian columns. Scott counts eight half-circle windows, three archways under each, and five columns framing both sides of the archways. 

The group spreads out, gazing at the domed ceiling and the sixteen bronze statues ringing the upper floor. Logan slips between Scott and Jean and grabs both their hands, leading them over to Poetry, between Homer and Shakespeare under the right-most archway.

“Eager for some sonnets, Logan? Didn’t strike you as the type,” Scott teases. 

“Ha-ha,” Logan deadpans. “Think you can high-five Homer from all the way up there, Slim?” 

Scott grins. “Maybe if you got on my shoulders you could touch his head.” 

“I’ll throw my legs over your shoulders–” 

“Library of Congress, guys,” Jean interrupts, but she’s fighting a smile. “What’s up, Logan?”

Scott watches him intently behind his sunglasses. It’s dim enough in here to take them off, but the bright lamps on the desks make him too nervous to do so. No need to risk a migraine in the middle of the trip. 

Logan fixes his gaze on Jean’s hair (two braids today, one of them over her left shoulder). 

“I wanted to–before the trip, I–” he huffs and clenches his eyes shut. 

Scott’s heart stutters. Before the trip, he writes on his thumb with his forefinger. He squeezes Logan’s hand. He doesn’t ask what’s going on , because that won’t help. It’s rare for Logan to talk about his feelings, and it’s likely that’s where this is heading. 

“I’m sorry I scared you before the trip,” Logan forces out, no inflection or tone to read. His teeth are grit tight. “I’m. Apologizing.” 

Apologizing , Scott writes on his thumb, and asks, “what for?” 

“For the–I went to the lecture and then I went under. Meant to say something yesterday, but it was,” Logan doesn’t look at either of them, “busy. I’m communicating. It’s what we do. In a relationship.” 

Scott’s lost. He glances at Jean for help. She seems caught between a fond smile and a concerned frown, head tilted and green eyes searching. 

“Logan,” she says gently, voice taking on the same low, soothing quality that it did the day they sat outside Scott’s bathroom and talked him down from a panic attack. Logan doesn’t look at Jean, but he does incline his head toward her. She moves slowly, telegraphing her movements as she slips her arm around his waist. Scott takes that as his cue to move closer, too, and settles his left arm over Logan’s shoulders, watching him warily for any sign of discomfort. Instead, Logan’s shoulders lower fractionally. He breathes out. 

“You don’t need to apologize,” Jean says. “When you say you scared us, do you mean that we were scared for you or of you?” 

“Of,” Logan mutters.

“I thought so,” Jean hums. Scott’s sure there’s a knot between his eyebrows, mouth pursed in a frown. How could Logan think–

“You didn’t scare us. We were worried, yes, because we care about you, but we weren’t frightened. You told us what was going on and Kurt made sure we knew you were safe.” Jean reaches up to link her hand with Scott’s at Logan’s back. “You’re right, communication’s important in a relationship, and you followed through. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” 

Logan’s jaw works. “Alright.” 

“Alright,” Jean says, and kisses his cheek. Scott wonders if he should, too. He wants to. A lot. But he doesn’t want to overwhelm Logan, or–they’re in a public library. Scott resists the urge to step away from both of them, suddenly painfully conscious of the eyes that might be on them.

“You mad at me for apologizing?” Logan bites out. This time, Scott’s mouth does drop open. 

“Logan, no. ” He says firmly. 

Logan blinks at him. “I’m not supposed to–” 

“No. No. You’re not doing anything wrong.” 

“Jesus fuck, stop apologizing, Summers!” Winters shouted. “Every time you apologize, I’m gonna make you hit him on purpose. You’re a fucking criminal, not a little girl! You wanna see how many times you hit him before he passes out? Huh?” 

“No.” 

“No, what?” 

“No, sir.” 

“Then don’t fucking apologize! Jesus. So goddamn stubborn.” 

“We’re never going to be mad at you for apologizing, Logan,” Scott insists. “Or–uh–”

“Or expressing how you’re feeling,” Jean finishes. “It’s just more communication, right?” 

Logan’s expression clears slightly. “Only apologize when I need to.” 

“And you don’t need to apologize for going under,” Jean says. 

“Good.” Logan grins, charming, and Scott’s stomach flips. Logan leans in and kisses Jean full on the mouth. 

Jean makes a soft aborted noise somewhere between a gasp and a squeak, then melts into it, left hand coming up to run through Logan’s hair and settle on the back of his neck. Scott feels too hot in his own skin. He’s sure he’s bright red. 

Then Logan pulls away with a light kiss to the tip of Jean’s nose–Jean actually blushes , which is a first–and then reels Scott in by the waist. Scott has half a second to think oh, me too , before Logan’s mouth is on his. 

Scott’s first kiss was in his junior year, at homecoming. He hadn’t brought anyone as a date (the barbershop quartet went as a group), but about two hours in Isobel McMaher started dancing close to him and throwing her arms over his shoulders. It took Bobby whispering in his ear dude, she’s hitting on you and Warren miming putting his hands around her waist for Scott to finally get with the program, and even then he was clumsy and awkward about it. He didn’t really take the time to think about whether or not he was attracted to her. He just knew she wanted him, so he might as well go with it. “Dancing Queen” had started up, she’d leaned in, and he’d tried to meet her in the middle. 

It was hard, because she kissed like a washing machine, but it was also his first, so he assumed her biting his top lip was some sort of technique he was too inexperienced to understand. 

Logan, thankfully, does not kiss like a washing machine, and he doesn’t bite accidentally. He doesn’t bite at all, and Scott finds himself hoping there’s an implied yet somewhere in there. 

It’s quick–again, public library, Library of Congress –but firm, easy for Scott to yield to. Logan brushes his thumb over Scott’s jaw and tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss before pulling back, leaving Scott breathless and blinking hard. 

“Guess I should’ve asked you first,” Logan says, looking chastened.

“Oh well,” Scott says dryly. He meets Jean’s eyes and both of them start laughing, equally pleased and flustered by Logan’s surprise kisses. (Which–even thinking the words surprise kisses makes Scott roll his eyes at himself. His life is turning into a romcom. Minus the lying best friends and younger brother he can’t save, obviously). 

“Us next?” Scott jokes. “Is that how this works?” 

“There aren’t rules,” Jean huffs between laughs. She waggles her eyebrows. “But you can kiss me if you want.” 

“If I want.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Okay,” Scott grins, and dips down to kiss her. To be honest, Isobel McMaher and the past few kisses he’s shared with Jean and Logan are his only experience, so he’s not super confident about initiating this one, but he tries his best. 

Jean, in her typical intuitive fashion, meets him where he’s at. 

***

 

To: Raven Darkholme-Adler

Cc: Charles Xavier

 

Re: Playwriting Competition–Fixed

Saturday, October 8th, 10:31am

 

Mrs. Darkholme-Adler, 

I hope you’re well, and apologies for emailing you over the weekend.

 

As you know, Professor Xavier and Professor Lehnsherr’s classes are currently in D.C. for a field trip. Last night, we went out after returning to the hotel (which I’m sure Professor Xavier and Professor Lehnsherr are fully aware of), and I’m afraid I got into an argument with one of my fellow (blonde) students. I doubt I’ll be able to subtly ask her about any details involving the playwriting competition, and I apologize. That said, in the moment it was far more important to defend my friend from her advances. 

 

I’ll see if anyone else has information which we could use. 

Enjoy your weekend! 

 

Thank you,

Ororo Munroe 

 

barbershop quartet

Saturday, October 8th, 10:38am 

nepobaby left barbershop quartet

beastmode: And then there were two. 

beastmode: What happened? 

iceicebaby: nothing

beastmode: Doesn’t seem like nothing. 

iceicebaby: leave it alone hank 

beastmode: Oh boy. 

 

the alex summers club 

Saturday, October 8th, 10:40am 

boyfriend: Update on the Bobby/Warren/Pietro situation: 

boyfriend: screenshot.jpg

boyfriend: I’m not sure what happened, but I’d bet my glasses it has something to do with Bobby being in love with Warren, and vice-versa. 

boyfriend: I’ll investigate and pass it onto Alex, too. 

 

your brother is an idiot

Saturday, October 8th, 10:43am

Hank McCoy: screenshot.jpg

Hank McCoy: The plot thickens. 

Alex Summers: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Alex Summers: Bobby’s testing me

Alex Summers: Idk how but I know this is his fault

Hank McCoy: Undeniably. 

Alex Summers: Btw does Scott still keep his spare key in his potted plant

Hank McCoy: He used to, but Logan accidentally broke it. Now it’s taped above the mail slot on the inside of his front door. 

Hank McCoy: Why? 

Alex Summers: Just trying to remember the details of a story for Lorna

Alex Summers: What a dweeb lmao

Alex Summers: What are you up to today

Hank McCoy: The Library of Congress, Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, Holocaust Memorial Museum, FDR Memorial, National Mall, World War II Memorial, and dinner. 

Hank McCoy: Hopefully not another club night. I’m still hungover from the last one. 

Alex Summers: Damn heavy day ahead

Hank McCoy: Yeah. The energy of the group is fairly subdued right now. 

Alex Summers: Yikes

Alex Summers: Text me if you get bored

Alex Summers: Miss you

Hank McCoy: I definitely will. 

Alex Summers: Get bored or text me

Hank McCoy: Text you. D.C. remains a fascinating city! I could never be bored here. 

Alex Summers: NERD

Hank McCoy: Miss you more. 

 

the alex summers club

Saturday, October 8th, 10:48am

boyfriend: What story is Alex telling you? 

Read 11:01am

boyfriend: Hm. 

 

*** 

SATURDAY. October 8th, 11:10am. The Library of Congress. 

At this point, Grandma Bella would warn her careful, Ali, or your face’ll get stuck that way . It’s impossible. 

Ali smooths out her face and manages to hold it for three seconds before settling back into squinting, brows furrowed and lips curled in a grimace. 

“Fix your face,” Rogue hisses under her breath. “They know you’re lookin’.” 

Ali tries again. 

One, two, three, four–

Her mouth twists up again. 

“Goddammit,” Rogue mutters. 

“I can’t help it,” Ali whispers back. “Look.” 

Emma’s been glued to Jubilee’s side all day. Even now, they’re laughing over the pages of an old book on display together. Ali has never been so confused in her life , and that’s saying something, considering she’s from Long Island.

She just doesn’t get it. Jubilee is kind and brash, unapologetically herself in all the best ways, and Emma…the only redeeming quality about Emma, in Ali’s opinion, is her proficiency in bed. 

Then again, it was her first time, so who is she to judge? 

Besides their stark differences, there’s also the fact that Jubilee told Emma to shut up in front of God and everyone. Now, Emma’s flanking Jubilee like a very scary, very hot guard dog. 

What gives? 

Ali looks at Jubilee, who’s smiling while Emma takes her picture, and then at Wanda, who might as well have Emma in her crosshairs, the way she watches her. Ororo, on Wanda’s arm, looks unconcerned. She’s gazing up at titles in the Science section, expression clear as a cloudless sky. 

Ali, who has made all manner of terrible decisions since the start of term, decides she’d like to be more like Ororo. Unbothered. Focused. In her lane. Flourishing. (That’s how it goes, right?) 

She opens her phone and deletes Bumble, Tinder, and Hinge. The bet is off. She won’t concern herself with Emma Frost a second longer. 

Well. After she writes the diss track, anyway. 

***

your brother is an idiot

Saturday, October 8th, 11:34am 

Hank McCoy: On our way to the Smithsonian! 

Alex Summers: Hell fucking yes

Alex Summers: Scott used to have tons of model planes when we were little

Alex Summers: Dunno if he’s kept them considering Everything but hopefully he can have some fun

Hank McCoy: I think he’ll be just fine. Logan and Jean have been by his side all morning. 

Alex Summers: Gross

Hank McCoy: You’re in a good mood! 

Alex Summers: You know it

Hank McCoy: School going well? 

Alex Summers: Extremely 

Hank McCoy: That’s amazing! I’m proud of you, Alex. 

Alex Summers: I am too 

Alex Summers: Life’s starting to make sense ig

Hank McCoy: Good. I hope it continues. 

 

princess protection program

Saturday, October 8th, 11:37am 

beautyandthebeast: Something is up with Alex. 

11:42am

beautyandthebeast: Nevermind. I forgot about whatever this is. 

 

the alex summers club

Saturday, October 8th, 11:43am 

boyfriend: What’s up with Alex? He’s unusually happy. 

boyfriend: Which I’m glad for, obviously, but he seems off. 

bestfriend: he’s good hank dw

boyfriend: Care to give me some specifics? 

bestfriend: nope

boyfriend: Lorna, I’m worried. And what story was he telling you? What story possibly involves Scott’s spare keys? 

bestfriend: scott got locked out the other day or smth and couldn’t find his keys so he texted alex

boyfriend: Scott has never gotten locked out in his life. He gave Warren, Bobby, and I spare keys so that he’d have backups. 

bestfriend: he hasn’t talked to any of you for a while tho so obviously he wasn’t gonna ask you for the key

boyfriend: He and Warren are talking. 

bestfriend: well warren came and gave them to him eventually

boyfriend: But you just said he called Alex when he got locked out. 

bestfriend: MOTHERFUCKER FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT GFUCK

boyfriend: Something’s going on, then. 

bestfriend: I’M NOT ANSWERING YOU FOR A VERY GOOD REASON I’M SORRY 

boyfriend: Is he at least safe?

bestfriend: YES

boyfriend: Is he keeping another secret from Scott? 

bestfriend: I DON’T KNOW MAN DON’T ASK ME ANY MORE QUESTIONS OKAY

bestfriend: I’LL SAY IT

bestfriend: I’M AFRAID OF THE LAW 

bestfriend: AND I MISS ALEX 

bestfriend: AND I CAN’T BE CALM COOL AND COLLECTED LIKE WANDA OR FUNNY AND CONFIDENT LIKE PIETRO 

bestfriend: I AM BADASS YES 

bestfriend: AND I AM DOING MY BEST

bestfriend: BUT THIS IS A LOT 

bestfriend: AND I’M BAD AT SECRETS 

bestfriend: FUCK ME IN THE FUCKING ASS 

boyfriend: Do you want me to get Wanda on the phone? 

bestfriend: FUCK NO 

boyfriend: How about Professor Lehnsherr? 

bestfriend: YES PLEASE 

bestfriend: AND FUCK YOU HANK FOR BEING NICE ABOUT THIS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE 

boyfriend: I’m sorry? 

bestfriend: YOU BETTER BE 

 

***

SATURDAY. October 8th, 11:49am. Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. 

Pietro’s on cloud nine. No–cloud eleven.  

Bobby bid bye-bye to the Brit! This museum has rocketships! He’s on his fourth coffee of the day! The sun is shining, Hank’s giving his phone to Dad, the sky is clear–

Hank’s giving his phone to Dad? 

Pietro’s brain goes Hank phone Alex Lorna Dad LORNA. LORNA LORNA LORNA!!!

“One sec, Bobby.” He gives him a swift kiss on the cheek. 

“What’s going on?” 

“Agh!” Hank jumps out of his skin. “Where did you come from?” 

Pietro points to Dad. 

Dad is not amused. “Pietro, this is not your–”

“Concern, yeah, I got that,” Pietro waves him off, “is it Lorna? It is, isn’t it?” 

Bam, whites of Hank’s eyes. Yep. “Um–I was just–” 

“Pietro, stoppen .” Dad rapidly switches to German. “< We’ve had enough drama this trip from Mr. McCoy. Don’t go giving him a panic attack. >”

Pietro rolls his eyes. “< Tell me what’s up with Lorna, then. >” 

“< Alex, as usual. Or at least, that’s my assumption. >” Dad switches back to English and takes Hank’s phone. “Mr. McCoy, thank you. I shall return this as soon as I am done speaking with my daughter. Liebling , hello–” 

And he walks off. Classic. 

Pietro raises an eyebrow. “What’d your fuckbuddy do this time, Henry?” 

Hank starts at his full name, but draws himself up to his full height (which is admittedly much taller than Pietro). “What did you do to Warren?” 

“Nothing.”

Hank scoffs like a man who’s never scoffed once in his life.

“I’m serious,” Pietro says. “Bobby’s the one who rejected him, not me. I just stood next to him.” 

“Rejected him?” Hank pales. “What did Warren say, exactly?”

“He pushed me, for one thing, and then asked me if I knew about last night. I said no, he said he told Bobby he loved him, I said well obviously Bobby doesn’t feel the same, since he’s making out with me, and Bobby agreed.” Pietro smirks. “Not my fault he doesn’t feel the same, man.” 

Hank shakes his head. “No. No, that doesn’t make any sense. Alex said–” 

“What does Alex know about Bobby? They’re in two different states .” Pietro scoffs like someone who scoffs a lot. “If Bobby told him something, Alex would tell Lorna, and Lorna would tell me–and she hasn’t. Whatever Alex told you isn’t 100 percent, Philip.” 

“But–” Hank blinks. “You know my middle name?”

“Duh,” Pietro snaps. “I didn’t do shit to Warren. Not my fault he’s pining for a guy who feels nothing for him.” 

Hank’s eyes narrow. “You’re enjoying this.” 

“Am I.” 

“Yes.” Hank peers at him through his glasses, like he’s dissecting him. Pietro does not squirm, so he flips him off. 

“Maybe I am. Is it so bad to be secure in my relationship?”

Hank outright glares now. “Your relationship has lasted less than a week. Warren and Bobby have been friends for nearly seven years. You are not going to come between them. Not permanently.” 

That…is annoyingly plausible. 

Extremely plausible, actually. 

Pietro swallows. Bobby’s sweet and funny and a great kisser, and he doesn’t want to lose him. Pietro likes having a crush. He likes that crush being reciprocated even better. 

“Your group’s friendship is that strong, huh?” 

Hank nods with absolute certainty. “Yes.” 

“Well then.” Pietro smiles. “Let’s see how long it takes Scott to forgive you, first. We can go from there.” 

Hank gapes like a bluefin tuna. 

Pietro points a stern finger. “Be nice to my sister.” 

Boom. Pietro out, bitches. 

When he pushes back through a newly-forming queue, Bobby’s gone. Pietro scans for Warren–and yes, he’s still there, right next to Scott, per use. 

Probably just in the bathroom, then. Everyone else is present and accounted for, except Wanda. 

Cool. Pietro squints up at the nearest sign. Where are the rocketships? 

Wait. Wanda new boyfriend missing same time bad- BAD. BAD BAD BAD! 

“Fuck me in the ass,” Pietro curses. He hustles over to Ororo. 

“Where’d she go?”

Ororo and Maddie don’t look up from their map of the museum. 

“Shovel talk,” Maddie mutters. 

Pietro’s stomach drops. “ What?! ” 

Maddie glances up at him and says, more deliberately. “Shovel. Talk.” 

“And you didn’t stop her?” Pietro’s gone a bit hysterical. 

Ororo tilts her head and idly flips a page. “I don’t interfere in sibling matters.” 

She looks pointedly at Maddie. “As a general rule.” 

“Great,” Pietro huffs, “fucking perfect. She’s gonna scare him off!” 

“Probably,” Maddie says. Ororo whacks her lightly on the elbow. 

“If he’s brave enough to withstand her shovel talk, then he’s right for you,” Ororo says. “Or he’s an idiot.” 

Pietro wants Bobby to be right for him.

But he’s not above praying for idiocy.

***

SATURDAY. October 8th, 12:06pm. Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. 

Bobby is an idiot. 

Of this, Wanda is certain. 

“My–my intentions ?” He stammers, shaking water from his hands. Wanda’s cornered him outside the bathroom. 

“For and with Pietro, yes,” Wanda repeats. Bobby stammers some more. She doesn’t break her stare. “In your own time.” 

“I–I don’t know, my intentions are–date him? Have fun?” 

Wanda narrows her eyes to slits. “Have fun.” 

Bobby physically backpedals and nearly trips over a passing toddler. He apologises profusely to the parents and the toddler, which Wanda takes as a good sign. People who treat children as autonomous beings tend to be empathetic, as a generalisation. 

“You’re not a bad person,” she says, and Bobby’s face screws up with confusion. She knows what he’s thinking: don’t say the wrong thing! Don’t piss Wanda off! 

But she wonders if he’s thinking about the repercussions of pissing Wanda off. Making a bad impression on her means she’ll give her full, unasked-for opinion to Pietro, and though Pietro doesn’t tend to listen to her, much less anyone, she’s persistent. If Bobby’s worried about how he comes across to Wanda, he’s worried about his budding relationship with Pietro. 

All that goes through her mind in the two seconds it takes Bobby to frown at her and say, 

“I don’t think so.” 

Wanda examines him carefully. Loose, light blue flannel rolled up to the elbows to expose tan forearms, light wash jeans and a cropped white t-shirt that sits at just the right length to show off his stomach if Bobby reaches up. His hair is artfully messy, he’s sporting several woven bracelets, and–most importantly–his shoulders are slumped at a downward angle, eyes tired and lacking their typical mischievous luster. His fingers drum an anxious beat against his left leg. He doesn’t want to be a bad person, either. Almost no one does, except perhaps Emma Frost. 

“You made a mistake,” Wanda says bluntly. “Last night was your chance to make things right with Worthington. You chose to reject him and stick by Pietro’s side instead.” 

She’d bet anything that Bobby’s heart rate skyrockets. 

Wanda lowers her voice and deepens her accent. It tends to intimidate Americans. 

“You said you don’t love him, so you will not. You chose my brother.” She leans in. “Bobby. If you hurt my brother, if you lead him on. If you do not forget everything you felt for Warren Worthington the third and if you do not make Pietro your world…” 

Bobby squares his jaw. He’s brave, Wanda thinks. And stupid. 

“What, you’ll make my life a living hell? You’ll fuck up my essays or something?” Bobby meets her eye. Very brave. “You can’t. My friends already hate me. Nothing you do is gonna make me feel worse than that.” 

Wanda tilts her head. “No, I won’t do any of that. You will, however, be doing them both an incredible disservice. You’ll have broken two hearts for nothing. You can choose to keep one whole, and you chose my brother’s. Honor that.” 

She’s close enough to watch Bobby’s pulse flutter at his throat. 

He nods. “I will.” 

“Good.” Wanda lets her mouth tilt upward. “I like you.” 

That shocks Bobby more than anything else. “Um. Thanks.” 

“No problem.” She turns on her heel and waves over her shoulder. “Be good to my brother, Robert Drake.”

Wanda out, bitches. 

****

SATURDAY. October 8th, 12:22pm. Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. 

“This is the Lilienthal Glider, which predates the first Wright Brothers plane over there–the 1903 Wright Flyer–by seven years. This is a monoplane, so just one main wing as opposed to the Flyer, which is a biplane, and you fly the Glider by sitting there, where the dummy is, and swinging your legs to shift your weight, which in theory is a great idea, but obviously that limits the size of the planes you can build.” Scott points to the back of the glider. “See, there’s no engine, it’s completely self-propelled by momentum, so it wouldn’t be able to support an engine–and even if it could, the weight of the engine would make piloting it via shifting your weight totally implausible.” 

“The Wright Flyer, on the other hand, is controlled aerodynamically, not based on body weight.” Scott hustles over and points to some complicated-looking wires, and then to the model of one of the Wright Brothers, holding a wooden lever. “So the pilot can manipulate the elevator control to adjust the plane’s pitch. The reason it worked so much better than the Glider, though, is because those series of wires there are being used to twist, or warp, the tips of the wings in different directions. That differential lift let them control the rise and fall of both wings much more effectively than the Glider, and in 1903 they added those two propellers and the engine, which obviously helps propel the plane.” Scott grins up at the Flyer. “That craft is the one which made the famous 12 second flight at Kitty Hawk, and the 59 second one later.” 

“Don’t they fly that in Night at the Museum 2 ?” Kitty asks. Half of their group gathered around Scott when it became abundantly clear that he knows enough about planes to qualify as their informal tour guide. 

“Yeah, Amelia Earhart does,” Scott smiles widely, “which is really cool! I used to want to be her in that movie when I was a kid.” 

“Because she flies, or because she kisses Ben Stiller?” Jean whispers, and Scott turns a satisfying shade of red. 

Anyway , any questions?” 

Jean’s not doing much better in the blush department. Scott’s more passionate and confident than she’s ever seen him, answering rapid fire questions with no hesitation and beaming as he does it. She can’t see his eyes, but she’s willing to bet they’re shining, bright and earnest. Jean’s sure her eyes look the same. Besottment (besottedness?) must be painted all over her face. 

“Oh! Scott!” Jubilee waves her hand frantically. “Kitty’s the Wright Flyer, duh, because Kitty Hawk, so which plane is everyone else?” 

“I don’t think Kitty is the Wright Flyer, actually,” Scott says. “She’s more like the Fowler-Gage Biplane, what with the bright yellow paint job, versatility in its landing skis, and its use in an extremely dangerous flight across the Isthmus of Panama by Robert Fowler in 1913, but that plane’s at the Udvar-Hazy center, which is definitely on my list, because they have a Blackbird SR-71. They have way more aircrafts, which is annoying, because you’d think the National Air and Space Museum would have the most, but whatever. Out of the crafts here, though…” 

Scott spends the next ten minutes assigning everyone a plane (or model plane) in the Air and Space Museum. Kitty gets a Cosmos Phase II (also bright yellow), Ororo gets an Ellehammer II, Jubilee is the Douglas DC-8-62 c. 1973 from Braniff International, Kurt is the Curtiss T-32 Condor from American Airlines in red and blue, Maddie is the Challenger III, Bobby is a Curtiss Carrier Pigeon 1, Warren is the Lilienthal Glider, Rogue is the Boeing Model 40A, Remy is the 1911 Johnson Monoplane, Hank is a Beech G17S Staggerwing in blue, Wade is the Fulton Airphibian FA-3-101, Emma is a Seversky SEV-S2, Pietro is a Sharp DR 90 Nemesis, Wanda is a Cessna 180, Logan is the 1914 Curtiss “Little Looper” –which Logan scowls at– and Jean is the Antoinette IV. 

“Which plane are you, Scott?” Jean asks, and barely gets it out before Scott says: 

“I hope I’m a Blackbird SR-71, but…sometimes I think I’m more of a basic Wright Glider.” 

Jean, admittedly, has very little idea of what any of this means, but she tells him he’s a Blackbird SR-71 anyway. 

From the back, Wade shouts: “This thing flies AND drives? AND IT’S BRIGHT RED?? FUCK YEAH!”  

Kurt laughs and halfheartedly shushes him. 

“Do you like yours?” Scott asks her tentatively. He has a photo of the model Antoinette IV open on his phone. To Jean, it looks like a bird of prey made from aged parchment, ready to take flight. 

“I do,” she says sincerely, “I love it. It feels…” 

She looks at the curve of the wings; the elegant points of the tail and the exposed machinery that makes up its body. 

“It fits me.” She smiles up at him. “What’s Logan’s?” 

Logan’s glaring up a storm. “Mine’s being driven by some idiot on a bike.” 

“You do love your motorcycles,” Scott says sweetly. Logan elbows him, but there’s a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. 

Jean takes Scott’s hand. “Where to next?” 

“We All Fly,” Scott says. “That’s where the more colorful planes are, c’mon.” 

“You ever flown one of these?” Logan asks as they walk past the remainder of the Early Flight planes. 

“No, but I’d like to get my pilot’s license once I’m out of school,” Scott answers. A wrinkle appears between his eyebrows. “Alex always jokes that he hopes I’ll fly better than our dad.” 

The reminder that Scott’s parents died in a plane crash hits Jean like a sack of bricks. 

“Why?” 

Jean bites her lip nervously. Apparently Scott never told Logan. 

Scott just smiles wryly. “Our parents died in a plane crash. We were on the plane too, but my mom pushed us out the window with the only parachute. I hit my head pretty badly, so now I have chronic migraines which make me really sensitive to light; that’s why I wear these–” he taps the frame of his sunglasses– “and Alex fractured his ribs. Alex was adopted by the Blandings in the hospital and I was sent to that orphanage in Nebraska. So. Lots of history with planes in our family.” 

Scott delivers it completely devoid of emotion, like a history he’s extremely used to repeating. Jean bets prospective adoptive parents asked him for his sob story over and over again. Ordinarily, Jean would put an arm around his shoulders, but Scott seems like he doesn’t want to dwell on it, so she opts for squeezing his hand lightly instead. No reason to make a big deal, at least not for Scott. 

Logan, though, huffs and asks: “And you still like planes?” 

A beat. 

Jean bites the inside of her cheek. Logan’s wearing his Should-I-Take-That-Back face, eyes flicking back and forth like he’s going over the conversation again. 

But there’s no damage control. Scott stares at Logan, unreadable behind his red sunglasses, and then, slowly, a smile takes over his face. 

He shrugs. “Wasn’t the plane’s fault.” 

Jean bursts out laughing. 

***

SATURDAY. October 8th, 1:07pm. The Mars Cafe at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. 

Remy’s biting into a Cajun chicken panini (which, to no one’s surprise, does not live up to expectations) when Wade Wilson slides into the seat across from him. 

He’s pulled a too-tight black t-shirt that shouts MY OTHER CAR IS A ROCKETSHIP over his oversized red hoodie, reminding Remy of a squishmallow shoved into a Barbie doll’s clothes.  

Wade starts conversations with all the zest and fervor of a tank smashing through a brick wall, so Remy jumps in before he can go off on a long-winded tangent about 616 or 19999 something-or-other. 

“Merch?” he asks, gesturing to the t-shirt. 

“Yuh-huh.” Wade lobs something at his head, and Remy snatches it out of the air. It’s a pink and purple Ring Pop. 

Remy’s stomach flops like a dying carp. 

“What an image!” Wade grins at him, but it’s more of a feral baring-of-teeth. “Good thing I caught ya while Rogue was in the bathroom, huh? That’s awfully convenient for the plot.” 

Remy’s fingers twitch. He’s dying to fidget with a pack of cards right now. He unwraps the Ring Pop and slides it onto his ring finger instead. 

“Ooooo, commitment without being asked! And what a charming cut I’ve chosen, too–yes, thank you Wade—n’aww, you’re so welcome, Remy! I tried to go with a cut that would match your cut,” Wade adopts an Australian accent, “down under, if you know what I mean, but obviously the only one privy to that information is your killer wife-to-be.”  

Wade kicks his feet, hitting Remy’s ankles, and folds his hands under his chin. “I hope you wike it.” 

Remy, stalling for time, leans down and sucks the Ring Pop into his mouth. 

“TITLE OF YOUR SEX TAPE!” 

Remy shrugs. “It’s not bad. You gonna propose to your boyfriend with one o’ these?” 

“Oh no, I don’t believe in marriage.” Wade stretches. “Too many spouses and ex-lovers and future lovers and flings and confirmations of my pansexuality in different universes to keep track of which ones I’m married and not married to. And, you know. Construct, ownership of women…not that I’m opposed to a lil’ bit of possessiveness in my skin-slapping-salad, mind, but–” 

“Skin-slapping-salad?” Remy repeats incredulously. 

“Yupper yupperson,” Wade grabs a fry from Remy’s plate and pops it in his mouth. Remy picks a cube of astronaut ice cream out of Wade’s bag in retaliation. 

“But obvi you’re totally chill with mawwiage– Princess Bride , if you’re wondering–so what’s the scoop? You gonna ask her?” Wade bats his eyelashes at him. “Here, we can roleplay. Not in the sexy way, though, you’re famously monogamous, ‘kay? I’ll be Rogue, you practice your proposal and I’ll score it from Darcy numero uno to Darcy numero dos.” 

“I ain’t got a ring,” Remy waggles his left hand, “‘cept for this one.”

“Well, it’s gotta be an emerald,” Wade starts. 

“It will be,” Remy interrupts, hoping to cut Wade off at the jump. “Neither of you gave me a clear answer, though, so I’m not sure if I should–” 

“Mmmm, I think my exact words were ‘you’re deffo too young mwah 😘 ✨ ,’” Wade interrupts doubtfully. 

“How–” Remy gapes. “How did you pronounce emojis?” 

“It’s a tightly-guarded secret,” Wade muses, “much like my ass.” 

Just as Remy’s about to tell him that was low-hanging fruit, Wade continues–

“And my ability to bring a man to the height of sexual pleasure via ministrations to the left ear alone.” 

Remy opts to ignore that. “If you think I’m ‘deffo too young,’ why’re you sittin’ here givin’ me Ring Pops?” 

“I wanted to stir the pot,” Wade says idly, fidgeting with the drawstrings of his hoodie. 

Remy frowns at him. 

“No, seriously. You know how in writing workshops, they’re like ‘every character needs something to motivate them?’ If I were a character in, say, a comic book,” Wade winks for no reason, “my motivation would be causing drama. And maybe a little bit of joining harebrained schemes on the side.” 

Remy huffs a laugh. “So you don’t care about Rogue and I’s relationship at all.” 

“Nope.” Wade pops the p. “Just about whether any and all fallout is gonna come swingin’ my way.” 

“There’s not gonna be any fallout,” Remy tells him. “I already told Rogue I wanna marry her someday, it ain’t gonna come as much of a surprise when I do propose.” 

“Hey Rogue!” Wade chirps. 

Remy’s stomach flops again, but he forces a glare. “That ain’t funny.” 

“What ain’t?” Says a very familiar Mississippi accent behind him. 

Remy blanches. 

Rogue appears in his periphery and leans down to kiss him on the cheek. “What’s all this about proposin’?” 

Remy stares at her, all auburn curls and green eyes and a knowing smirk that spells out his imminent demise. He knew he shouldn’t’ve written AdvicePool. 

“Ratatouille and I are engaged,” Wade says airily. He gestures to Remy’s hand. “He accepted my Ring Pop, see? That’s as legally binding as Matt Murdock’s BDSM gear.” 

Remy gapes. Again. He’s not used to being speechless, but Wade has that effect on people, apparently. He gets why Kurt has Google Translate open around him. 

Rogue nods, eyes wide as a china doll. “Well, that’s just precious, Wade! I bet you two are jumpin’ at the bit to get to the chapel, huh?” 

It takes Remy an embarrassingly long time to realise she’s joking, disturbed and panicked at the idea of Rogue attending his and Wade’s wedding. When his brain finally logs back online, he smiles at her, slow and easy the way he knows she likes. A hint of pink spots her cheeks. 

“We’re absolutely thrilled,” Remy simpers. “You wanna be my maid-of-honor? Peter’s gonna be Wade’s best man.” 

“Sure, I’d love to,” Rogue bats her eyelashes. “Make sure you pick pretty dresses for the bridesmaids, alright?”

“Well,” Wade announces, clapping his hands briskly, “now that you’re officially in the wedding party, I’m off to ask Kurt to officiate. Hopefully I can convince him to wear that cunty little priest collar. Toodle–loo, dahhling!”  

He presses a firm kiss to Remy’s hair and pulls off with a loud mmmm-WAH

“I’ll keep you in my heart for every moment we’re apart,” Wade says, looking deep into Remy’s eyes, and promptly twirls off. 

Rogue snorts as she watches him skip away. “Your fiance’s quite the character.” 

“Don’t I know it.” 

Rogue smiles and taps her forehead against his shoulder. “That all about the advice column?” 

The look on Remy’s face must be pretty priceless, because Rogue cracks up and hugs him tight, giggling into his hair. Remy tries to pout, but it’s hard to when Rogue’s laughing like that. 

“You knew,” he half-grumbles. 

“Oh, sugah, of course I knew.” Rogue pats his arm fondly. “You ain’t slick.” 

Remy full grumbles, “I thought I was.” 

“Mm-mm. And for the record,” Rogue says genuinely, “you coulda just asked me if I think we’re too young.” 

Remy’s heart skips. “Do you?” 

“Absolutely.” Rogue kisses him. “But I’ll marry you in a few years once we’re both settled, alright?” 

Remy’s embarrassment is scalding. “Anythin’ you want, chere. I’m sorry I didn’t just ask you.” 

“Aw, I get it. Somethin’ awfully cinematic about writing into an advice column,” Rogue hums. “ I’m sorry that was so anticlimactic.” 

“We’ll work up to it,” Remy assures her. “I’ll make the real proposal extra dramatic.” 

“I’d like a skywriter.” Rogue tells him.

“You’ll have it.”

“Some roses.”

“Obviously.”

“A musical number.” 

“Any of your choice.” 

“And a flock of peacocks.” 

“What proposal’s complete without ‘em?” 

“Anything you want?” 

“Just you.” 

Rogue glares at him. “Well now I feel bad. Pick somethin’ else.”

“Fine, fine. How about…Mardi Gras costumes?” 

“Perfect.” 

*** 

the incredibles 

Saturday, October 8th, 3:16pm

ednamode: I love you very much, children. 

dash: love you dad

violet: we love you too, dad

jackjack: love you too

ednamode: Are you feeling better, Lorna? 

jackjack: yeah, i just needed to vent

jackjack: are you okay after the museum? 

ednamode: I’ll be alright, liebling. Thank you for asking after me. 

 

fun-size gang

Saturday, October 8th, 3:18pm

kitkat: thanks for sticking w me at the museum jubes

kitkat: i appreciate it

starburst: always bestie

starburst: i’m sorry if i’ve been spending too much time with emma today!!

kitkat: no you’re good!!!!

kitkat: i think it’s good for her 

kitkat: besides ik we’re the ogs <3 

starburst: exactly 

starburst: ily bestie 

kitkat: right back at you 

***

SATURDAY. October 8th, 6:10pm. Founding Farmers.

Kitty’s certain she’s the only one having fun on this trip. 

She suspected it before, because she’s not stupid, but now that she’s watching half the table glare daggers at the other half, she has absolutely zero doubts. 

Obviously Kitty hasn’t had 100% fun 100% of the time (the National Holocaust Museum today, for example), but she would describe her Overall Trip Experience as a hoot and/or a holler. 

The people closest to her wavelength are probably the professors and the Southerners, and even then Charles is stressed about everyone else’s stress and Rogue and Remy are busy running recon on the Ali situation.

Kitty’s in Poli Sci for her interest in political relations and historical wartime strategy, not for the drama–though that is a nice bonus. Especially now. 

Dinner and a show! 

“I’m surprised you were able to find us a table that seats all of us, Charles,” Wanda says idly. 

At the head of the table opposite Kitty, Professor Lehnsherr tsks briskly, “Professor Xavier, Wanda.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes. “I refuse to call the man my father’s fu–” 

Wanda ,” Professor Lehnsherr snaps, followed by a rapid stream of German that Kitty can’t follow and sounds like hacking up a hairball. 

Wanda fires back with German Kitty can only imagine is wildly unsavory, and then Pietro’s butting in with some German of his own, and then all three of them are rising in volume and pitch until their conversation resembles a cat being neutered with extreme prejudice.   

They’re saved by their waitress, a pretty young woman with a nametag that says KAMALA, appearing to take their drink orders. 

By the time she’s gone, Professor Lehnsherr and co. appear to have settled their dispute (for now) and Professor Xavier is blushing scarlet. 

“So,” he clears his throat, “now that we’re all assembled–” 

“Wrong team,” Wade mutters from a few seats down. 

Xavier ignores him. “How has everyone enjoyed the trip thus far? Professor MacTaggert suggested we do an exercise known as Rose, Bud, and Thorn–” 

A chorus of groans sounds around the table. 

Xavier’s face falls. “Or not.” 

“Sorry,” Jean says, “most of us are in theatre, so we do that exercise fairly often–” 

“Also, it’s boring,” Emma says from next to Jubilee. 

“I–” Jean sighs, “wouldn’t have worded it that way, but sure.” 

“Oh, thank you so much for your approval.” 

“You’re very welcome,” Jean tells her, sickeningly sweet. Logan snorts. 

“I’ve had a wonderful time,” Kurt says kindly. “I love the creativity behind the design of each memorial, especially the water in the FDR memorial today.” 

“I’m glad to hear it, Kurt,” Xavier responds, clearly recovering. “Would anyone else like to–”

“It’s been awesome,” Pietro grins, “best trip ever. Last night was super fun.” 

Across the table, Warren is shredding his map of the Smithsonian into teeny tiny pieces. 

“It was,” Wanda agrees. “Wasn’t it, Bobby?” 

Next to Pietro, Bobby startles, then throws his arm around Pietro’s shoulder. “Sure was.” 

Warren grabs Scott’s map and starts shredding it too. 

Kitty grits her teeth. The twins are waging psychological warfare for no good reason–Warren was genuinely heartbroken this morning! What is their problem? 

“Back off,” Scott says, voice firm and low in a way Kitty’s never heard before. Clearly Logan and Jean haven’t either, because one (Logan) shivers a little, and the other (Jean) widens her eyes at the table. 

“Of what?” Pietro blinks innocently. 

“Of Warren.” 

“Why?” Pietro turns to Warren. “What, are you upset or something?” 

“Don’t be a bully,” Ororo interrupts. Her jaw is clenched, stare hard. “You’re an adult.” 

Wanda jerks sharply to look at her. 

Ororo meets her gaze. “He’s out of line.” 

“Oh my god, I’m not bullying him, I just don’t think he has a right to be upset when he had no claim to my boyfriend in the first place,” Pietro snaps. 

“There may not be a so-called claim, but there is an emotional attachme–” Jean starts, only for Emma to sigh dramatically and complain: 

“Do you ever get tired of butting in on other people’s business?” 

“Frost,” Jean says, eyes flickering, “you are testing my patience.” 

“Children–” Xavier tries to intervene. 

“Children?!” Hank yelps incredulously. 

“Oh yes, children.” Erik cuts them off, and everyone’s rapidly rising voices come to a sudden halt just in time for Kamala to serve their drinks and ask for their food orders. 

Kitty sips her ginger soda and makes herself comfortable. She has a ham, apple and peas macaroni n’ cheese coming her way, she’s finally resting her feet after a day of nonstop walking, and Professor Lehnsherr is about to give them the dressing-down of a lifetime. Seriously, this is better than last night’s performance of Sister Act. 

Kamala returns to the kitchen with their orders. The entire table turns, slowly, back to Professor Lehnsherr to await judgement. 

Lehnsherr’s posture is straight as an arrow. 

“Now,” he starts. “This marks the third time one of us has had to intervene in your arguments. I told you on the way here that if I heard another petty insult or remark, you would all have to fill out a very long and very tedious worksheet.”

The entire table cringes. 

“Expect those in your inbox tomorrow morning at the latest. They will be due Monday at noon.” 

Kitty watches the hope drain from her classmates’ eyes. 

“And before you ask, everyone will be doing these worksheets. I don’t care if you have or have not been involved in these arguments. You will all be held responsible for your peers’ poor choices.” Lehnsherr glares at them. “If you want to act like middle schoolers, then you will be treated as such.”

“Furthermore,” Professor Xavier adds, “since it is clear that you all have many unresolved disputes which are distracting you from this trip, we are going to solve them here and now.” 

Professor Lehnsherr raises a dubious eyebrow. “We are?”  

“We are,” Xavier nods. “Who would like to go first?” 

“No shot we’re doing group fucking therapy right now,” Maddie whispers. 

“Madelyne,” Xavier smiles, “thank you for volunteering.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Is there anything you’d like to share with the class?”

“I mean, whether I want to or not doesn’t really matter, I assume,” Maddie mutters. 

Xavier smiles some more. “You assume correctly. Go on.” 

Maddie glares back at him, apparently waiting for Xavier to break and pick someone else, but he doesn’t. He just continues to smile pleasantly at her. Kitty’s halfway through her soda by the time Maddie sighs and says, voice the dictionary definition of sarcastic: 

“Yesterday, at the International Spy Museum, I chose to cause a scene with my twin sister, Jean. What I did was wrong, and I deeply regret it–” 

“Madelyne,” Xavier cuts in, disapproving, “I am not asking you to apologise. We’re simply airing our grievances so that we can move forward as a class–” 

“Yeah, well, family business is for family ,” Maddie snaps. “Meaning not you .” 

Xavier’s expression pinches. 

“Maybe, um…I don’t know if this exercise is productive,” Jean says tentatively, shooting a glare at her twin. 

“No no, by all means, let’s continue,” Emma says, “starting with whatever’s going on with twink one and twink two, hm?” 

Bobby’s mouth drops open. “That’s none of your–”

“See, the fact that you recognise yourself as twink two is sad,” Emma snarks. 

“Why am I two?” 

“Please.” 

Bobby splutters indignantly.

“I mean, it’s not like we don’t already know–Warren’s letter was painfully obvious–or at least I assume it was Warren’s, seeing as Bobby’s doing the whippet over there.” Emma points her chin at Pietro. 

Pietro gapes. “ Whippet ?!” 

“Mm. Fast,” Emma shrugs, “yappy.” 

“You are such a–” 

“Bitch? Yes, I’m aware, but at least I don’t get hot kicking puppies–” Emma points at Warren– “while they’re down.” 

“Lot of dog metaphors,” Wade says quietly. No one pays him any attention. 

Jean’s fist clenches tight around her fork. “And calling Warren that doesn’t kick him while he’s down?” 

Emma claps. “Here we are again, Jean, back in someone else’s business! Tell me, does Xavier give you brownie points each time you help a new person with a personal problem?” 

Jean’s nostrils flare. “Emma, I get that you’re lashing out because my sister broke your heart, but that does not give you an excuse to go around treating the rest of us like shit and causing drama!” 

“Remind me who got kicked out of a museum yesterday?” Emma bites. “Not me. So maybe you’re the one causing drama, Jean, because much like your godfather over there, you can’t leave well enough alone! No one here is asking for your help. No one here wants you around!” 

Logan stands up. “You wanna say that again?” 

Emma scoffs. “Put a leash on your dog.” 

“Another one?” Wade says. “She’s on a roll.” 

“You do not speak to him that way.” Jean’s voice is low and sharp. Several people at the table wince. 

“Or what, you’ll therapize me to death?”

“You want me to therapize you to death?” Jean goes suddenly, deathly calm. “Fine. You’re a lovable person.” 

The entire table freezes, thrown. 

Emma laughs around the rim of her glass. “Oh my god , please tell me you’re not going to pull a Friendship is Magic–” 

“You have a lot going for you, Emma. You’re beautiful, confident, witty, strategic–”

“Keep singing my praises, Grey, I don’t think they heard you back in Westchester,” Emma says wryly, but she’s drumming her fingers on the table. 

“But.”

“There’s a but?” 

“Of course there’s a but,” Jean snaps. “You are selfish and cruel. You are obsessed with validation you will never receive, because you will never love anyone more than you love being superior.” 

Kitty’s mouth drops open. 

Jean continues, like she’s speaking it into existence: “You will be loved by so many people, but none of them will stay with you. Every. Single. One. Will realize that there is someone out there who will treat them better, and they will leave you; and in your isolation you will convince yourself that it’s their fault, never yours. That there’s something wrong with them, not you. You will continue to see relationships as transactions, and you will doom yourself to a life of loneliness.” 

“Jean–” Maddie says, shocked. Even Xavier seems at a loss for words. 

“Logan is not a guard dog,” Jean growls. “Our relationship is not transactional. And I know you can’t understand that, because it never crossed your mind to treat Maddie as anything other than a means to an end, but you better fucking learn.” 

Jean exhales harshly and clutches at her water, drinking it with shaky hands. 

Kitty has never seen Emma like this. Her brows are drawn in and down, her mouth shut tight, her shoulders rounded. Kitty can’t quite see from here, but she’s willing to bet Emma’s eyes are red and shining. 

Their table feels like a blast radius, Jean in the center. She stares at her lap now, red hair dipping to curtain her from the rest of the world. 

Kitty listens to the other patrons laugh and chatter away. Shouldn’t Kamala be by with their food now? Shouldn’t someone fracture whatever state Jean’s put them in, break the silence of yes, she deserved it, but did she deserve that? 

No one does, of course. 

So Kitty waves goodbye to her peaceful, 98% fun trip so-far, and executes a triple-flip dive into stupidity. 

“That,” she says quietly, “was a little harsh.” 

Every head whips toward her. She’s barely said anything this whole trip. 

Jean’s face is bright red, eyes brimming with tears, and Emma doesn’t look much better. Kitty guesses the whole ice queen thing helps her keep a mostly straight face. 

Kitty waits for someone to chew her out. 

Instead, Ororo nods. “You’re right. Emotions are running high. Perhaps, as Jean suggested, this exercise is not productive.” 

“I agree wholeheartedly,” Xavier says, at the same time as Lehnsherr says: 

“In my experience, physically fighting releases the emotions more effectively–” 

And Emma says: “Jean Grey, you are such a bitch.” 

Everyone stops. 

“God help us,” Kurt whispers weakly. 

Jean sniffs and squares her shoulders. Kitty braces for the worst. 

“I have two sisters,” Emma rushes out. Her voice is a little wavery. “They’re both awful, but I would hurt a lot of people for them. Defending twinks one and two I don’t understand, but her–”

She inclines her head to Maddie– “I could.” 

Emma swallows and lifts her chin high. “I know you don’t mean or think what you said–”

Kitty holds back a doubtful hum–

“I pushed you too hard. I can respect that.” Emma opens her mouth, then closes it swiftly. Clearly she’s thought better of whatever she was going to say. 

Jean nods and wipes at her face. “Okay.” 

Emma examines her napkin.

“O…kay,” Xavier says slowly. “I think we can end the exercise there. Good–ahem–good work, Ms. Frost, Ms. Grey. I’ll just–um–Erik, don’t we–?” 

He trails off, looking to Lehnsherr desperately. 

“Er…yes.” Lehnsherr frowns at them all. “Kurt. Why don’t you tell us more about your favourite parts of the trip. In as much detail as possible.” 

“Um,” Kurt says. 

“Or I’ll have you all explain the Social Contract to me again. One at a time.” 

Kurt squeaks. “Yes, sir! Uh, the–the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum was built in 1976–” 

“That’s when its main building by the National Mall opened,” Scott interrupts. “It was formed in 1946.” 

“Yes, that’s right, 1946…”



Notes:

A MONTH ON THE DOT LET’S GO UPDATING SCHEDULE!!!!
Let’s get into it y’all
-kurt 🤝 kitty 🤝 wade: the only ones having fun on this trip
-every time wade breaks the 4th wall i have a lil giggle
-😄 that will have repercussions 😄
-maybe ‘i should’ve taken ur advice not wade’s’ can be our always
-GROUP HUG
-this is ur update-ly reminder that i love scott
-MF LAGUARDIA
-63 missed calls from lorna n 2 from the blandings…oh i’m sick
-alex is fckn crazy but he is free. babe ur of age. scott’ll be ok
-‘so when will i see you?’ That one hurt to write
-alex calling lorna magnetic teehee
-I’M PROUD OF YOU ALEX
-thank you to wikipedia and my friend from dc for helping me w this chap. I owe you my life
-dare i say it jean did use her scalpel on emma. Oop
-“part of his brain lazer-focuses on the heat and breadth of Logan’s fingers” scott wants to be dominated so bad it makes him look stupid
-scott summers my ocd king <3
-as i said on tumblr i’m giving out my mental illnesses like party favors
-SCOTT LORE DROP
-“He didn’t really take the time to think about whether or not he was attracted to her. He just knew she wanted him, so he might as well go with it.” SCREAMS
-scott’s pov is so funny it alternates between cripplingly horny and cripplingly anxious. I love him
-hank continuing his confused streak
-alex asking where scott keeps his key is THE most unsubtle thing literally ever
-ali literally said “she’s better known for the things that she does on the mattress” jesus christ girl
-take a shot every time i mention dogs this chap. Good lord
-give us the diss track ali
-hank like “alex is too happy. I sense a disturbance in the force” JLSKFJ
-I’LL SAY IT. I’M AFRAID OF THE LAW lorna girl sdlkfjlsd
-i’m obsessed w hank and lorna’s dynamic rn
-ik wanda is erik’s favorite but. Hear me out. Everyone is his fave except pietro
-wanted pietro’s pov to feel speedy n i think!!!! I succeeded
-pietro has one (1) passion and it’s being a cunt
-but at the same time i feel bad for him
-love the magnet family through lines. PIETRO AND WANDA OUT BITCHES
-HAVE FUN, BOBBY? HAVE FUN?
-“Last night was your chance to make things right with Worthington. You chose to reject him and stick by Pietro’s side instead.” EXACTLY
-my friends already hate me…oh my shayla
-SCOTT INFODUMP
-i did. So much plane research
-BLACKBIRD MENTION!!
-bc obvi jean’s plane looks like a bird
-this chap is very jean and jottgan-centric. AS IT SHOULD BE
-the image of baby scott telling hundreds of ppl his sob story in hopes of being adopted has me sick to my stomach
-hehe 616 or 19999
-WADE NOT HIS CUT WHAT
-remy could match wade’s freak
-another princess bride mawwiage reference has hit the fic
-how did he pronounce emojis
-MATT MURDOCK’S BDSM GEAR IS FOUL I FORGOT I WROTE THAT
-every time i try to give romy drama they swerve around it. They want 1 universe drama free ig
-a hoot and/or a holler dkjfdl
-dinner and a showww
-sorry to peeps who speak german.ily
-there’s no reason for kamala to be here other than i love her
-wrong team hehe
-CLASSIC rose bud thorn
-I LOVE THE FDR MEMORIAL N THAT’S MY TRUTH
-pietro must be stopped.
-scott: *is intimidating* jean and logan: 👀 👀 👀
-ororo n wanda are abt to have the domestic of a lifetime
-CHARLES WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
-sorry but maddie was iconic for that
-WHIPPET IS FOUL
-FINALLY an emma and jean fight. Hold your hoops
-“you want me to therapize you to death? Fine.” If jean said that to me i would simply run for my life
-jean….girl jesus christ
-like she’s right but GODDAMN
-and furthermore i support jean in everything <3
-THE BLAST RADIUS
-kitty said it’s my time to speak up 💅
-erik what
-emma like oh ok she’s actually just as mean as i am. nvm i like her now
-love that charles is like ERIK DO SOMETHING and erik is like ok. kurt bore everyone to death
-and a final scott loves the air n space museum joke for the road

And that’s the chapter!!! this one was high key a beast to write (hence why it took me a month) but I hope y’all enjoyed it!! I tried to keep it a little lighter on the angst to give us a breather, but fear not! There are still many sticky situations to solve

I’ll see you on the next one! lmk what you think in the comments <3
MWAH

Chapter 21: hop on the magic school bus!

Notes:

ok ok ok SO.

TWs for: references to the death of a child (as in jean grey’s backstory in canon), sexual content (just some heated making out), sexual shame, and, most importantly a pretty substantial section discussing intrusive thoughts. The intrusive thoughts relate to Scott’s OCD and concern pretty heavy topics, such as: incest, pedophilia, murder, child abuse and neglect, implied internalised homophobia, self-harm, and death of loved ones. THESE ARE ALL BRIEF MENTIONS. NOTHING IS IN DEPTH, I PROMISE. The intrusive thoughts begin from: “Scott blinks hard” and end on “They’re yellow.”

TO BE VERY CLEAR. Scott’s intrusive thoughts, like the intrusive thoughts of many people with OCD, are NOT reflective of his character or his actual beliefs/thoughts. Intrusive thoughts are involuntary and unbidden. I wrote Scott’s struggle with them this chapter bc I myself have OCD and I find that intrusive thoughts (especially in current pop culture) are represented as “i should get bangs” and the like rather than the genuinely frightening and disturbing thoughts which they are—like Scott’s in this chapter.

If you have any questions or I’ve forgotten to tag anything, please let me know!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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SATURDAY. October 8th, 9:05pm. The hotel. 

Jean Grey listens to a lot of podcasts. She enjoys astrology, but doesn’t really believe in it. She prefers new Paramore to old Paramore, Lady Grey to Earl Grey, and every summer she works at a sleepaway camp, making bracelets and coming up with activities for foster kids, orphaned kids, abandoned kids, kids who get sent away to their godfather’s house when their twin sister shows up on their doorstep out of nowhere

Jean inhales. Exhales. She is reminding herself of herself. 

Jean Grey does not like to think about the past, but she knows it is necessary to process it in order to get better. She especially does not like to think about her worst moments: ignoring Maddie for months in high school and never speaking up when she heard nasty rumors, begging her mother to take her back, isolating herself from Ororo, snapping at Charles you’re not my father when he was only trying to help. 

Her high school self haunts her. 17 year-old Jean was the top of her history and AP Psych classes, won national after national in Speech & Debate, woke up early, exercised every night no matter how late rehearsal ran, hated her sister, drunkenly kissed Ororo, drunkenly apologised to Ororo, dreamt about Annie every night–she still does–, saw Annie’s mother post and post and post about her baby girl and cried at every single one, aced every final, laughed when Maddie got detention after detention, played Belle and Anya and Cinderella (now she just does marketing), and hated the world slightly more than she hated herself. But not by much. 

Jean is no longer her high school self. She’s trying very very hard not to be, but she failed tonight. 

Who says that? Who does that, in front of everyone? Who tells her no one will ever stay with her; what kind of monster condemns a woman to a life of loneliness in front of 15 people who hate her? 

Kitty has already apologised to her, telling Jean she should’ve spoken to her away from everyone, she shouldn’t have embarrassed her, and of course Jean’s forgiven her because she was right to speak up. She was right to stop her. Even Kitty, sweet and friendly and understanding, thinks she was a little harsh. 

A lot harsh. She was a lot fucking harsh. 

She was cruel, and vicious. Worse than Emma, probably, to attack her so directly and so heartlessly like it was just another debate–

Jean puts her head between her knees and breathes deeply. 

“I am working hard to be a better person,” she tells herself. “I want to be a good person. I will not be a bad person–” 

Like my mother–

“I will not lash out senselessly–” 

Like my sister– 

“I will not be cruel. I will not bring more hate into this world, because I want to be a good person. I am trying, every day, to be a good person. I am a better person than I was yesterday.” 

“Jean?” A hand falls onto her shoulder. 

Jean clamps down on her instinctive startle. It’s just Ororo. 

“You’re alright,” Ororo says soothingly, and Jean feels even worse , because Ororo’s been there for her through everything, through all her stupid, attention-seeking problems, and she deserves better.

“Don’t,” Ororo says. 

Jean turns her head a little, still between her knees. “Don’t what?” 

“Whatever’s going on in your mind,” Ororo says. “You’re beating yourself up. Don’t. She said it herself, she pushed you too far. What you said was–” 

A little harsh–

“Blunt, but you weren’t wrong.” 

“I was wrong,” Jean insists. “I was wrong to basically say no one’s ever gonna fucking love her–Christ, that’s a horrible thing to say, Ro. What is wrong with me?” 

On the bus home from Founding Farmers, Maddie had sat next to her and made her listen to a podcast, glaring at anyone who dared to look at Jean the wrong way. Scott and Logan were behind her, speaking softly. They both hugged her tightly outside of her hotel room, Scott looking fierce and Logan looking proud, and she’s grateful for all of them, she is, but no one should excuse this. 

She can’t excuse it– or she’s trying not to. 

But. 

The worst part about all of this, the part that’s 17 and fucking hateful, is that she doesn’t regret it. If she could do that dinner all over again, the same way, word for word, Jean wouldn’t change a single thing she said. She knows it’s wrong. She knows it should feel wrong, but that seething, vengeful part of her is screaming that she was right. That Emma deserved it. That she wasn’t harsh enough

She pictures Emma crying, running out of Founding Farmers, Jean victorious. She pictures driving the knife deeper and shudders. 

Box breathing. That should help.

“Nothing is wrong with you,” Ororo tells her. “Everyone gets angry. Everyone says things they don’t mean.” 

Oh, but she meant it. And she’d say it again.

Jean fights the urge to apologise to Ororo for making her deal with her, because that isn’t reasonable. Ororo is her friend. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to be. Jean wouldn’t let Logan or Scott apologise to her for comforting them. She can’t let herself fall into double standards. 

“Not as bad as half the shit she’s said about you,” Maddie says, and Jean remembers she’s there. So is Kitty. 

Oh god, this is embarrassing.

Still think I’m perfect? 17 year-old Jean wants to hiss at her sister. Am I still a goody two-shoes?

Jean mentally swats her 17 year-old self aside. 

“It was still wrong,” she insists, even though she’d do it again. Do good people do the wrong things on purpose? 

“But like, at least you’re sorry about it,” Kitty pipes up. “Emma’s never sorry about it. And weirdly I think she kind of likes you now. Because you were–” 

“A bitch?” Jean finishes. She takes another deep breath and heaves herself up, head spinning a little. Maddie and Kitty are sitting on the bed across from her and Ororo, Maddie snacking on vending-machine Pop Tarts and Kitty crocheting something with wings. 

“Because you cut her down to size,” Maddie says around a bite of Pop Tart. 

“There’s been a lot of that going around, lately,” Ororo says wryly. “I’m sure Jubilee is chewing her out for what she said at dinner.” 

“That’s so fucking bizarre,” Kitty laughs. “I love it. Jubes is like the honey badger snapping at Emma-cobra.” 

Maddie and Ororo both laugh, and even Jean smiles a little at the mental image. 

They aren’t angry with her. Kitty was right to tell her she was wrong, but Jean obviously being repentant seems to be proof enough that she regrets it. (Which she doesn’t.) Or, at the very least, that she won’t do it again. (Which she wants to. How many times has she fantasised about making Emma hurt the way she’s hurt everyone? How many times will it take to sink in? Maybe once wasn’t enough .) 

In order to keep this from happening again, I need to apologise to Emma. Properly. That’s what good people do , Jean thinks, forcing the rest down.

She pushes her hands to her thighs and stands. “I need to go apologise.” 

“No,” Maddie says immediately. “No no no. She just started respecting you, you can’t take it back.” 

“I’m not going to take it back,” Jean says, and I don’t want her respect . “I’m going to tell her I should have phrased it better or had the conversation in private, and that I could have dealt with it more maturely–” 

Maddie groans. 

“What?” Jean snaps, irritated. 

Maddie raises an eyebrow. “You know what.” 

“I don’t,” Jean says stubbornly. 

Maddie sighs. “People either apologise to stop feeling guilty or to make the other person feel better, and Emma obviously feels totally fine about what you said. So there’s no need to say sorry.” 

“I told her she’d be alone all her life,” Jean repeats. “People don’t just get over that.” 

“Emma Frost does,” Maddie says. 

“I do think an apology would be good,” Kitty butts in, “but not dramatically in the middle of the night. Maybe tomorrow you pull her to the side and say your piece and that’s it. Casual.” 

“Or,” Maddie says, “you say nothing.” 

“If I say nothing, it festers,” Jean insists. 

“It can’t fester if she doesn’t give a shit about it.” 

“Oh my god.”

“I think Kitty has the right idea,” Ororo interrupts. “Sleep on it. See how Emma looks tomorrow and move from there.”

“But–” Jean starts, even though Maddie is 100% right about apologising to ease her own guilt. And it’s the right thing to do, right? She has to have principles if she wants to be a good person. 

“You’ll apologise tomorrow,” Ororo says. “And Emma will probably cut you down for it, but if you feel that you need to, then you should.” 

Jean is very glad to have at least one reasonable person in the room. 

“Okay,” she says, and takes another deep breath. “Okay.” 

Ororo looks her in the eye. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad,” Jean says honestly, “but it’ll pass. I’ll be alright.” 

Maddie looks concerned, face pinched, but she doesn’t say anything. Kitty gives her a thumbs-up.

“That’s been building up for a while,” Ororo tells her, and squeezes her shoulder. “It needed to come out eventually.” 

“Maybe,” Jean says, then– “yeah. You’re right. I’m gonna get ready for bed.” 

She grabs her pajamas and her phone and heads to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She hears Kitty strike up a conversation about Warren and Bobby, and soon they’re all debating what went wrong. Jean sighs and changes into her pajamas. As she washes her face, her phone buzzes:

[ group project! 

Saturday, October 8th, 9:32pm

yellow: you ok red

blue: ^^^]

Jean smiles. 

[ red: I’m okay

red: I’m going to apologize properly to Emma tmrw]

The reply comes almost instantly. 

[ yellow: why 

yellow: she earned it]

Jean holds her toothbrush with one hand and types with the other. 

[ red: I won’t apologize for defending you, trust me

red: That was unacceptable

red: But I was way too harsh on her with the isolation and people leaving her

red: No one deserves to hear that]

She scrubs at her teeth while Logan and Scott type. 

[ yellow: she does

blue: Maybe she needs to learn that her actions have consequences]

Jean hums, thinks, and spits. 

[ red: You have a point

red: But flying off the handle like that isn’t who I want to be yknow]

Jean flosses and examines herself in the mirror, picturing how she must have looked when she tore Emma down. Eyes sharp, probably. Mouth in a line the same way Maddie’s gets when she’s furious. God. 

[ blue: I understand 

yellow: don’t be mad at yourself about it

yellow: emma ain’t even mad

yellow: heard her talking to jubilee about respecting you for finally losing it and being mean]

Jean grimaces. 

[ red: See having Emma Frost respect me for being mean isn’t super reassuring] 

Jean’s grip tightens on her hair as she puts it up for the night. Imagining Emma liking her for being cruel–for being like her. She doesn’t want that. She would never want that. 

[ yellow: you’re not like her jeannie

yellow: you’re not mean

yellow: i’m proud of you for getting angry 

yellow: you and scott are always locked up tight

yellow: it’s good to let it out

yellow: or that’s what kurt says]

Jean’s noticed that Logan has a habit of covering up the advice he gives by attributing it to Kurt. She doesn’t know if it actually comes from Kurt or not, but she suspects it doesn’t–at least, not always. 

[ yellow: i like you angry]

Jean’s stomach flips. That has several inappropriate thoughts springing to the surface of her mind– not inappropriate , Jean self-corrects, because she’s been working a lot on sexual shame. Logan likes her angry. That’s– Jean tugs on her own hair to get herself to focus. Shared room. Shared beds. Not the time. 

[ blue: For what it’s worth

blue: Me too 

blue: And Emma had it coming, even though you aren’t proud of it]

Scott likes it too. Well. That’s just. That. 

Jean splashes some water in her face, even though she’s already washed it. Shared room, she repeats in her mind. Shared room with your sister

She wrinkles her nose. Ew. 

[ red: Thanks guys

red: I’m gonna head to bed, but I’m excited for tmrw]

For a moment, she pictures leaving the hotel room in her black sleeping shorts and WHS Presents: Beauty and the Beast t-shirt; meeting Logan and Scott somewhere dark and quiet, whispering angry, huh and pressing Scott against the wall, Logan’s hands in her hair–

“Jesus Christ,” Jean says aloud, and splashes more water in her face. “School field trip. Shared room. Shared fucking room.” 

She dries her face, leaves the bathroom, puts her phone on the charger, and ducks under the covers. Maddie and Ororo still have to get ready for bed, so Jean listens to their quiet chatter and the gently falling rain outside and closes her eyes. 

I am doing my best to be a better person , she tells herself. And I will be

Tomorrow is going to be better. 

*** 

SATURDAY. October 8th, 10:00pm. The hotel. Room 95. 

Tomorrow’s going to be awful , Bobby thinks as he shuts the door behind him. From the close proximity on the bus after tonight’s disaster to the hour of free time in D.C. with no memorials to distract them, it’s gonna be a rough fucking ride. 

“Bobby,” Scott says. He’s honest-to-god sitting on the edge of his bed waiting up for him like a dad in a teen movie. (Though the effect’s sort of dimmed by Hank and Warren showing off their souvenir hauls to each other in the corner.) 

The second Warren hears that, though, he stands and pushes past Bobby into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. 

Except he doesn’t push past. Bobby almost wishes he had–like, shoulder-checked him or something–but he walks past and physically angles his body away so that none of him touches Bobby. As if touching him would be so bad. 

Bobby’s never seen Warren like this. He’s seen everything Warren’s felt in almost every context (the bedroom being the most common one), but he’s never seen him so…

“You’ll have broken two hearts for nothing,” Wanda had said. 

Warren can’t be heartbroken. He just–he can’t be. Warren’s always been so strong, never giving a shit what people think of him, so there’s no way something as small as this–

“Right, Bobby?” 

“Right.” 

–would break his heart. There’s no way. He just doesn’t want Bobby dating Pietro. He’ll do anything to try and get Bobby to pick someone better, someone like–

“Where were you?” Scott asks pointedly. 

Bobby? Bobby was telling Pietro he had food poisoning, because Pietro invited him up to the roof and Bobby couldn’t stand to look at him, much less be with him after what he’d said to Warren at dinner, and he needed a break. A break that can’t last very long because Wanda is on his ass for choosing Pietro, so tomorrow he’ll have to pretend to feel better and sit next to him on the bus. Again. 

Then he went for a long, long walk and watched two raccoons knock over a trash can and feast on its innards. 

Bobby does like Pietro. He’s funny, energetic, sarcastic, and always full of surprises. He’s touchy, which Bobby’s not used to, given he’s spent the last four years hiding the Warren situation from Hank and Scott.

Who apparently never would’ve cared. 

Which. 

Is not the point. 

Bobby likes Pietro! They’re very similar! They have fun together! 

And Scott’s been staring at him for too long, so he should probably answer the question. 

“I went for a walk,” Bobby says. Which is the truth, but not quite the whole truth. 

“With Pietro?” Scott asks. They just have the lamp in the corner on, not the overhead, so Scott’s not wearing his glasses for once. It’s usually a rare treat to see Scott’s eyes, but in this case, Bobby is not super psyched to have them peering into his soul.

“No,” Bobby says, “by myself. What kinda souvenirs did you get, Hanky Panky?” 

Bobby tries to walk over to Hank, but Scott sticks out his leg and stops him. Oh, shit. 

“Dinner didn’t sit right with you?” Scott needles, expression horrifyingly sweet. “Needed some fresh air?” 

“No, it was fine,” Bobby says, then realises too late that Scott’s not talking about the food. Metaphors strike again. “Er–” 

“How many weeks are in seven years, Hank?” Scott interrupts. 

Hank looks up from typing frantically on his phone. “364.” 

“Three hundred and sixty four,” Scott repeats. “So that’s, what, about 364 times as long? Give or take? I know it hasn’t been a full week, but. I’m rounding up.” 

Hank’s brow knits behind his glasses. “As long as what?” 

“As long as Bobby’s been dating Pietro,” Scott says casually. “He’s known Warren for 364 times as long.” 

Bobby watches Hank realise he’s caught in the middle of a soon-to-be nuclear argument. His brow unknits, he grimaces, and his eyes widen in horror. 

“...Yes,” Hank says. He reaches for his headphones. Bobby shakes his head.

You are not , he thinks, abandoning me to deal with an angry Scott one-on-one.

Scott doesn’t get angry very often. He’s more of an anxious, oh god I fucked it all up kind of guy than a righteous, no YOU fucked it all up one, generally speaking. 

But when he is. It’s, um.

Hank bore the brunt of it last time, but even then it was divided between him, Warren, and Bobby. Now Bobby’s about to have a full-on Scott Summers passive-aggressive white mom rage directed at him. Exclusively. 

He doesn’t whimper, but it’s a close thing. 

“Okay,” Scott agrees, “so, to put it into perspective, if this amount of time was a year, Bobby would’ve hung out with Pietro for one day and Warren the other 364. Do I have that right?”

“Yes,” Hank grimaces again. 

“So who do you think he would know better? And care about more? Just based on the numbers.”

Hank shoots him an apologetic glance. “Warren.” 

“Okay,” Scott says again. He grabs his book off the nightstand and props himself up against the pillows. “Interesting.” 

Bobby watches Scott pretend to read for three long minutes. He even licks his thumb and turns a page. 

He can’t put this off any longer. “Scott–”

“So I’m just spitballing here,” Scott interrupts, “let’s say Pietro–the one Bobby knows 364 times less –is making fun of Warren in front of twenty people. How do you think that would go, Hank?” 

Hank looks desperately between the two of them. “Um–” 

“Would you expect Bobby to stand up for his best friend?” Scott meets Bobby’s eyes, ruthless and furious. “When he’s called a kicked puppy?”

“Uh–” Hank tries. 

“I would.” Scott bites out. “I think we all would.” 

Bobby briefly goes mad and wishes he were friends with three straight men instead of this. He’s pretty sure straight men just punch each other. 

A punch would hurt less.

The thing is, he knows he should’ve said something. Knows he could have, actually, because Ororo did and she’s literally dating Wanda. And Ororo and Warren aren’t even friends. He doesn’t…feel great about himself right now. The last time he felt good, at all, was between Warren’s legs two nights ago, him moaning and pulling Bobby’s hair, saying–

Saying–

“Scott,” Bobby starts, with no idea of how he’ll finish. 

Scott raises an eyebrow, which is really cutting without the glasses. 

“I shouldn’t’ve–I should’ve–” He can’t tell them what Wanda said to him, and that’s an even worse excuse than not wanting to make things awkward with his new boyfriend. Bobby knows it, too. But Wanda’s right. He chose Pietro. He can’t take that back now. 

Not in good conscience, anyway. 

“I’m sorry,” Bobby says, which is maybe the lamest thing he could say in this situation, but it’s all he’s got. He raises his voice so Warren can hear him. “I’m sorry, I know I should’ve said something.” 

“Why didn’t you?” Scott asks, persistent as ever. Bobby should’ve known he wouldn’t back down that easily. 

“Because I–” Am a coward! That’s the real answer, but Bobby doesn’t know if he can give up his pride long enough to say it. 

But then he looks at his friends, these men (boys, really) he’s known for 364 weeks, and he realises he doesn’t have a choice if he wants them back. 

“Because I’m a coward,” he forces out. “There’s no excuse. I chickened out.” 

Hank watches him with a pitying slant to his eyebrows, eyes pinched in the corners and his lower lip tucked in. 

Scott nods. “That’s right.” 

He picks up his book again–and briefly, his eyes soften. Just for a second, but it’s there. Bobby sees it. 

“If you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine, Bobby. But I’m not going to sit by and let Pietro treat him that way, and you shouldn’t either.” And with that, he goes back to reading. 

Bobby swallows the lump in his throat. There’s a prickling pressure behind his eyes. “I know.” 

And then, because one of his core traits is being stupid, Bobby knocks gently on the bathroom door. Scott’s eyes fly up. 

“Warren?” There’s no response from inside, but Bobby expected that. “I’m sorry. I’m gonna talk to Pietro, okay? He can’t treat you like that. I should’ve stood up for you at dinner.” 

Bobby almost walks away, but then–

“And I–look, Scott’s right, you’re my best friend. I want you to know that I still l–” Bobby stops himself. He shouldn’t use that word. “I still care about you. A lot. There’s nothing I wouldn’t–listen, I’m sorry about last night, too. It’s…”
Bobby squeezes his eyes shut. “It’s the truth, but I’m still sorry for how I said it. I–you’ll probably need some time, I know, but I want us to be friends again. If you want that. So.” 

I miss you , he wants to say, but he doesn’t think that’d be playing fair. So he doesn’t. Instead, he changes into his pajamas and gets in bed next to Hank. 

Scott meets his eyes. “Better.” 

“Yeah,” Bobby chokes out, and pulls the covers over his head. Who says crying yourself to sleep is going out of style? 

***

SUNDAY. October 9th, 9:24am. The bus. 

Ororo grabbed breakfast with Jean, because no matter what she says, Ororo knows Jean’s beating herself up about last night, and she needed comfort. 

She texted Wanda to let her know, but she didn’t respond, which Ororo expected. She also hasn’t spoken to Ororo since dinner, and even then it was to say fine when Ororo asked to talk about it soon. 

Soon is here and now, and Ororo has a spare iced matcha with raspberry puree to ease it along. 

“Good morning,” she says, and takes the seat next to Wanda. Most everyone has boarded already, including Pietro, so Wanda meant for her to sit here. Ororo would never accuse Wanda’s actions of being coincidental. 

“Morning,” Wanda says stiffly, and takes the matcha without asking. 

“I’d like to talk about dinner,” Ororo says. “If that’s alright with you.” 

Wanda nods. She won’t make eye contact, but her body is facing Ororo, which is a good sign. 

“I won’t apologise for calling Pietro a bully. His treatment of Warren is inexcusable.” Ororo has deja vu. She does her best not to interfere with sibling matters–hell, she’s made it something of a personal rule–but she will always stand up for what’s right. That’s a much more important personal rule.

“Warren is clearly heartbroken,” Ororo continues. “Pietro was being cruel.” 

Wanda drums her fingers against the matcha cup.

“Pietro excels at being a little shit,” she says, voice low and gravely, “he gets himself into trouble that way.” 

Ororo silently agrees, but says nothing. That is not in either of their best interests. 

“The way he’s treating Warren is wrong,” Wanda says slowly, “but none of them are entirely blameless.” 

Ororo’s brow furrows. “Not even Warren?” 

Warren told Bobby he loved him, knowing Bobby was–and is –with somebody else, without a single thought for how Pietro might feel.” Wanda’s mouth tightens. 

“From my understanding, they weren’t committed at the time,” Ororo says. She understands Wanda’s point, but she doesn’t think it’s air-tight. 

“Committed or not, Warren knew he was on the outs. He made a last bid to stop Pietro and Bobby’s relationship from taking the next step, and in doing so, he was intentionally stepping between them. He had no right.” 

Ororo almost argues, but rethinks. She doubts Warren was as conniving as that (that seems more Pietro’s game, frankly) but she could see him making a last-ditch confession out of pure desperation. 

“Even then, he was likely only thinking of himself,” Ororo says finally. “I don’t think he wished Pietro any harm–”

“At the time, no,” Wanda sneers, “but what about when he pushed my brother off of Bobby and shouted at him? Then, they were committed. That one could not have been accidental. He chose to interfere.” 

“You’re right,” she agrees, because there’s no arguing that. “I agree, that was wrong. Pietro also chose to lash out and embarrass Warren. That’s just as wrong.” 

“Warren embarrassed him, pushing them apart like that, crying to everyone on the bus and making Pietro the villain. People love a good love story and they love drama, so Warren’s recount has turned Pietro into the Other Man and himself and Bobby into star-crossed lovers. Everyone wants Bobby to realise he’s in love with Warren, so my brother takes all the blame. That’s not fair.” Wanda’s jaw is clenched, stare hard. Her voice is so full of conviction that Ororo believes she could convince reality to rewrite itself. 

Ororo could make many arguments. Warren did not cry because he wanted to make Pietro a villain, he cried because he needed support from his friends. Pietro has done a thorough job of turning himself into a villain with how he’s treated Warren. Wanda is not putting nearly enough blame on Bobby’s shoulders. 

But she doesn’t, because this isn’t what the conversation is supposed to be about. 

“Warren’s motivations and actions aside,” Ororo says, “if I see injustice, I will correct it. That goes for everyone on the trip. I’m sorry that I put you on the spot by confronting Pietro publicly. I felt that I had to stand up for Warren, whether or not he started it, and even though you are my girlfriend and I care about you, I cannot make an exception for Pietro.” 

Wanda’s mouth twists. She hesitates for a fraction of a second. “When you say things like that, it makes me worry that you have no loyalties.” 

Ororo takes a deep breath to stay calm. “What do you mean?” 

“If you have a set idea in your mind of what is right and wrong, and hurting others is always wrong, no matter what–emotionally, physically, mentally–then you end up on the side of people like Emma Frost.” Wanda says it so matter-of-factly that Ororo takes a second to replay what just happened in her head. She is not, and never will be, on the side of Emma Frost. Emma is the kind of person Ororo can’t stand. 

Then it dawns on her that Wanda is still talking about dinner. 

Ororo collects herself. “You have an issue with what I said to Jean last night?” 

Wanda’s head tilts. “I have a big issue with it. Jean is your best friend. She’s like a sister to you, you’ve said. Emma has been hurting her and insulting her nonstop for months–longer, I assume. Jean had every right to hurt her back. And you all acted like she had lost her mind.” 

Ororo shakes her head. “She took it too far.” 

“She took it too far?” Wanda scoffs. “She didn’t take it far enough! She should have thrown water in her face or twisted her arm and told her ‘if you hurt me or my sister again, I will hurt you far worse.’ Jean was actually remarkably restrained. Scott and Logan saw that, I could tell. They were both ready to deck Emma, but you and Kitty call her harsh for defending herself. Oro, if you live in a world where hurt is wrong, no matter who started the fight, you live in a world without loyalty. Pietro was in the wrong, but so was Warren. So was Emma. Jean is your best friend. I don’t understand how you think.” 

“I love Jean,” Ororo says without thinking, because that’s what’s hurting her the most–Wanda’s implication that she doesn’t. That she’d choose anyone over Jean at all. 

Though according to Wanda, that is what she did. 

“I know you do,” Wanda says. “Which is why last night concerned me.”

“You think I made a mistake,” Ororo repeats, turning it over in her mind. 

“Yes,” Wanda says simply. “You were wrong.” 

Ororo would say that she doesn’t struggle with the idea of being wrong, but that would be a lie. Everyone does. Even though she tries to be fair and to look at both sides of every story, her mind resists the idea of fucking up. 

Her instinct is to disparage what Wanda is saying, so she ignores that instinct and tries to hear her. 

Seeing Jean last night, breathing with her head between her knees and turning in early, gives Ororo pause now. Seeing her like that after doing something wrong, Ororo had given her the same advice she would have in high school: you can still apologise and do what’s right. But unlike in high school, Jean had been repentant and guilty, and that’s when Ororo thinks: for the first time in her three-year quest to be better, Jean had slipped up, and Ororo had followed her own, out-of-date protocol. 

Ororo had gone back to basics the second she saw Jean explode, responding to a 17-year-old girl that Jean isn’t now. She’s gotten so used to an angry Jean meaning a Jean in the wrong that she hadn’t stopped to think: maybe this time, Jean’s anger is righteous. 

“You’re right,” Ororo blurts, shocked by the both of them. 

“I know,” Wanda says, because she’s Wanda. 

“I’ll apologise to Jean,” Ororo says firmly, giving herself the same advice she gave Jean last night. 

“But,” she continues, trying to steer the conversation back to its point, “I think we have very different ideas of morality, and that may cause another conflict in the future.”

Wanda shrugs. “Probably.” 

“If that gives you pause,” Ororo says, trying not to predict what Wanda will do, “then maybe we should take a step back–” 

“No,” Wanda says. 

Ororo stops. “No?”

“No.” Wanda sips her matcha. “I see your side, you see mine, we handled it rationally, everything’s good. We communicate well.” 

Ororo’s heart kicks happily. 

Wanda smiles, wine-red lips curling. “Unless you want to–”

“No,” Ororo interrupts. 

Wanda’s smile widens. “Good.” 

Ororo can’t help but smile back. She’s not used to Wanda taking charge–not in their relationship, anyway. She’s seen plenty of it outside of their space. From what she can tell, Wanda prefers to be softer with the people she cares about, letting her guard down completely in private. Ororo likes her that way, of course, but she’s very fond of this side, too. 

Ororo takes her hand. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

“Telling me the truth. That’s important to me.” 

“Trust me, Oro,” Wanda says, “There will be plenty more where that came from.” 

“I know,” Ororo says. “I look forward to it.” 

***

SUNDAY. October 9th, 9:30am. Key Food, Westchester, New York. 

Freedom, so far, involves chores. Make up a bed on the couch, order takeaway, take out the trash, do the dishes, and now, the piece de resistance: groceries. 

Scott doesn’t have a car, so Alex walks 45 minutes to the nearest grocery store with the spare key secure in his jacket breast pocket and a Westchester Dance Academy drawstring stuffed full of bags slung over his shoulders. 

He’s not sure what Scott will want once he’s back, so he grabs groceries for himself. When he finds the eggs, he and the lady shopping next to him reach for the carton at the same time. 

“Sorry,” Alex says, and pulls back. “You go first.”

She looks up at him. The second her eyes lock on his face, her whole expression softens. 

“It’s happened already.” 

Alex’s brow furrows. “Sorry?” 

She smiles. “It’s nice to properly meet you, Alex. I’m sorry about your parents.” 

A chill runs down his spine. “What.” 

“Well, they’re not really your parents, but…” she gazes at him. “I assume it was painful.” 

Alex’s breathing quickens. Is she an undercover cop? A private investigator? A detective sent by the Blandings to find him? 

 “Who are you?” 

The woman blinks, then taps her forehead like ‘duh’ and laughs. “Of course. I’m Irene. I’m your brother’s teacher’s sister’s wife.” 

She smiles again, as if that’s supposed to make literally any sense. 

Alex eyes her suspiciously. “So…what, I–look like Scott, or something?” 

Irene shrugs, brown hair bouncing with the movement. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never met him.” 

The hair on the back of his neck stands up. He nearly trips over his own cart backing away. 

“Then how–” Alex grits his teeth. “Listen. I don’t know if you’re–if you’re FBI, or CPS, or something–” 

“I’m not FBI,” Irene interrupts. 

“But listen to me. I’m eighteen. I had a right to leave.” Alex squares his shoulders and sets his jaw. “You can’t take me back, and I won’t go.” 

“I’m not trying to take you back, Alex,” Irene says, looking amused. “I’m trying to introduce myself.” 

Alex glares at her. “Then how did you know it was me, if you’ve never met Scott?” 

Then, it occurs to him. “I haven’t even told Scott I’m here! Who are you?!” 

Irene outstretches her hands. “Alex. Calm down. I’m sorry I frightened you, I see that now. It’s alright. I’m not CPS or FBI–” 

“Then what.” Alex stares her down, hoping that intimidation will work in his favor. 

Irene smiles, light blue eyes sparkling. “I’m psychic.” 

He blinks. “What the fuck?” 

Irene laughs lightly. “It means I can see the future.” 

Alex rolls his eyes. “What, like That’s So Raven ?” Does she seriously expect him to believe that? 

“I get that joke a lot,” she says. “Raven is actually my wife’s name, believe it or not.” 

Alex just stares at her. 

“Not the time. I apologise.” She nods. “Yes, I can see the future–like Raven Baxter in the show. That’s how I know you. I had a vision of you leaving your house. In your car. They threw something at you.” 

A photo album. He’d left it in the driveway. 

Alex shakes his head. “You’re lying.” 

Her eyes narrow. “What?” 

“Fuckin’ lying,” Alex repeats, feeling more convinced by the second. “That doesn’t exist! If you saw the future of me leaving, why don’t you know what Scott looks like, huh? You don’t see the future of him…going to DC, or some shit?” 

“My vision’s selective,” Irene answers calmly. 

What the fuck–

“Then why’d it show you me?” He asks, then realises he doesn’t want the answer. “No. Actually you know what? I’m not entertaining this. I don’t know what you want with me, or with my brother, but you leave me alone.” 

He draws himself up to his full height and lowers his voice. “I’ve already gone to jail once, lady. I’m not afraid to go again.”

She frowns and takes a step forward. Alex scrambles back. 

“Don’t come after me! Don’t follow me.”

“Alex, I didn’t–” 

“GO AWAY.” He glances wildly at the other shoppers. “I’ll make a scene. Right here, I’ll make a scene. I’ll scream crazy lady , ‘kay? And I’ll act like I’m sixteen instead of eighteen, and they’ll all come after you for being a creep! Fuck off.” 

He turns and runs into a woman with dark red hair dressed in white. 

“Hey,” she says slowly. “What’s going on?” 

“Raven, darling, this is Alex,” Irene says behind him. 

Raven (he assumes) considers him. “Scott’s brother?”

Irene hums.

Alex feels like he’s gonna burst a blood vessel. “Who the fuck are you?” 

“I’m Charles Xavier’s sister,” Raven says, unfazed. “He teaches your brother in political science?” 

At least this one gives him a name. Alex squints. “Have you met Scott?” 

“No,” she says. 

“OH MY GOD!” Alex drags his hands through his hair and whirls on Irene. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, I don’t know what security cam footage you’re finding of us or whether you’re looking into–” 

Oh , he thinks. Of course. 

“Goddammit.” He points accusing fingers at both of them. “You’re those true crime fuckers!” 

 

Raven raises an eyebrow. “‘Scuse me?” 

Irene glances at her. “Um. What?” 

“The true crime fuckers,” Alex repeats darkly. “They’re always tryna figure out what happened on that goddamn private plane, and I told them it was just a normal crash, and they’re always like ‘no, it was aliens.’ THERE WERE NO FUCKING ALIENS!” 

He backs up and puts the cart between him and the two women. “Get it through your thick skulls! There were no aliens involved in my parents dying!” 

A long beat passes. It occurs to him that he’s been yelling. Also, that he did end up making a scene. 

“Whoa.” Raven chuckles awkwardly. “Uh, I don’t know anything about your parents or the plane–you guys have a plane? What kind of plane were you on, like a Boeing?” 

“What? No!” Alex sighs, exasperated. “Like a private pl– you can’t trick me, man! You can’t trick me.” 

“I get it,” he says, and lets his hands fall to his sides. “New York is full of these crazy conspiracy theorists, right, maybe I should’ve anticipated that, but I thought I’d be fine in Westchester, and not in New York City!” 

Raven raises her hands in surrender. “Listen, Alex, I think you’ve got the wrong idea here. I’m not a conspiracy theorist, neither is my wife. This is Irene.”

Then she smiles, like that’s supposed to make him feel better. 

Alex’s eye twitches. “ I still don’t know what the FUCK that means! WHO ARE YOU?” 

“...I’m Raven.” She waits. He says nothing. 

“You can call me Mystique? That’s what my students call me. Scott isn’t my student, but he’s technically my student.” 

What ?!” 

“He’s on a trip with the professor I’m TA-ing for, Erik Lehnsherr,” Raven explains. 

Alex’s head spins. “Lorna’s dad?” 

“Lorna!” Raven grins. “How is she?” 

Alex watches her. “Have you met her?”

“No.”

“OH MY–” He spins his cart away. “I’m leaving. I’m leaving! And you two leave me alone! Okay? You crazy–god! Leave me alone. Or I’ll throw these eggs at you. I’ll do it.” 

He raises the carton threateningly. 

Irene sighs. “You don’t need to throws eggs at us.” 

“I will THROW. An egg.” He shakes the carton. “I know they’re expensive right now. I don’t care. I’ll pay the price. ‘Kay? Leave me the fuck alone. Don’t follow me!” 

And he abandons the cart and sprints out of the store. 

*** 

SUNDAY. October 9th, 9:43am. The bus. 

To-Do:

 

  • Apologize to Warren for comparing him to a kicked puppy. 
  • Apologize to Jean for dinner. (We’ll start with apologizing for that. Then work our way up to literally everything else.) 
  • Apologize to Logan for calling him a dog. 
  • Apologize to Pietro for calling him a whippet. 
  • Ditch the dog metaphors.
  • Start meditating???? 
  • Practice being nice. The kind part will come with that. Eventually. 

 

Emma scowls. “No.” 

Jubilee brandishes a sheet of gold star stickers. “I carry these with me everywhere. They help me motivate myself–positive enforcement, or whatever. What is it?” 

Jean, next to her, blinks. “Uh. Positive reinforcement.” 

“Right.” Jubilee turns back to Emma. “So every time you complete an item on your list, you get a gold star!” 

She waggles the sheet. “Ooooh, shiny.” 

Emma gives her her most withering stare. In the past, it’s made men run in the opposite direction, teachers let her off with a warning, and convinced her sisters to put my PINK sweatpants back where they came from or so help me, Adrienne! 

On Jubilee, it has no effect. She just keeps smiling.

“I’m not a child,” Emma spits.

“I know,” Jubilee says sunnily. “And this list is to help you stop acting like one, so let’s get that positive reinforcement rolling, okay? Starting with her.” 

She sort of…jazz-hands at Jean. 

Emma sniffs. “Warren’s first on the list.” 

“Yeah, but Jean’s already here. And Warren has his headphones on.” 

Warren is, in fact, in the back of the bus, staring out the window with silvery headphones shoved over his ears. Honestly, who can blame her for calling him a kicked puppy? Look at him. 

And of course Emma’s not surprised one bit that Jean’s here, waiting with her boyfriends flanking her like cartoon henchmen. Seriously. One of them is tall and slim, the other short and broad. The jokes write themselves. Pain and Panic, much? 

Emma knew Jean would come running first thing in the morning. Little Miss Perfect let her facade slip at last and showed the class what she really thinks, and now she has to hurry to patch up her good-girl image before the whole thing comes crumbling down. It’s embarrassing how predictable she is.
It’s also irritating, because Emma finally got to see the Jean she’s heard so much about–the ball of rage and desperation that Maddie hated so much. She wasn’t disappointed. Jean last night was blazing hot, furious, vicious, and merciless. Jean without her pleases and thank-yous and excuse me-s and my fault-s and all that nasty, guilt-ridden repression was blinding.  

Emma liked it, and she wants more of it; wants to keep riling her up until she gets another taste of the absolute powerhouse Jean Grey can be. 

But for now, it seems, Jean has gone right back to her typical, shiny-haired, glossy-lipped, pink-cheeked self. 

How boring. 

Emma doesn’t know what she’s meant to apologize for. She barely remembers the fight last night, up until Jean turned as red as her hair and told her that everyone would leave her, one day. In the moment, it had hurt, but then Emma had remembered: Jean is projecting. Jean wants Maddie to leave me , so she’s trying to convince me that everyone will. Once again, everyone’s grudge against her became a grudge against themselves. 

Still, despite her typical cold detachment and the certainty that she has nothing to apologize for, Emma likes Jubilee. She’s annoying, and loud, and, as evidenced by the gold stars, very childish, but…she’s nice. Or kind. Whatever the difference is. Everyone else respects Emma Frost enough to fear her, but Jubilee feels none of those things. 

Which only proves that Jubilee would be the first to be picked off by natural selection, but that’s not the point. Jubilee treats Emma like a peer; someone to joke with and push around like her other little friends. As much as Emma craves power and loves her ice-queen image–

Well. Even the strongest people need a confidante. And seeing as she only gets to see her family a few times a year, when school is out, Emma will take what she can get. 

Even if what she can get is a yippy, tie-dyed border collie. 

Emma remembers: 5. Ditch the dog metaphors , and decides that that item actually merits crossing off. She doesn’t want to become too one-note, after all. Unlike Jean. 

Apologies aren’t in her brand, but perhaps, if Emma can make everyone think that she was the Bigger Person….that she said sorry to poor little Jean Grey…

Having enemies is time-consuming. Manipulating them to tolerate her is much more feasible. 

“Jean,” Emma sighs, and turns to face her. She tries to remember what she did ‘wrong’ last night. Oh, right. Classic. 

“I’m very sorry for giving my opinion when it was not wanted or needed, and for–” Emma makes a great effort not to roll her eyes– “testing your patience.”

A beat passes. Jubilee elbows her. Emma gasps indignantly. 

“What?” 

Jubilee does roll her eyes. “And for purposely antagonizing you in a public setting, and insulting Logan, and being condescending.” 

Emma scoffs. “I wasn’t being condescending.” 

“Yes, you definitely were.” Jubilee insists. 

Emma does not pout. She does cross her arms and huff lightly, though. Which is not pouting. It’s…something different that she can’t think of a name for right now. 

“Fine. I’m very sorry for being condescending, antagonizing you in front of both of our classes when everyone already knows we hate each other, and insulting your very dog–” she mentally rewrites– “animal-like boyfriend.” 

Jean, who has been wringing her hands and looking guilty throughout this, grits her teeth. 

“Please don’t call him that,” she says. Her voice is soft, but her eyes are steely. 

“Alright, fine,” Emma huffs again. “Your very protective, remarkably hairy boyfriend.” 

“Try again,” Jubilee interjects. Jean’s eye twitches. 

Emma is ready to tear her hair out with frustration. “Fine! Your…” 

She refuses to call him anything nice. He’s sitting on Jean’s right, watching Emma suspiciously, and his flannel looks grease-stained. Honestly. She’s dating a caveman. Emma’s nose wrinkles a little, but she tries her best to–not follow Jubilee’s orders. She doesn’t take orders. But to…make Jubilee happy by getting this apology over with as soon as possible. 

“Your Logan,” she finishes, because he is a Logan, and that’s the nicest thing she can say about him. 

She’s fairly certain her face shows evidence of her disgust, but at least they can’t fault her wording. 

Jean closes her eyes, takes a long, deep breath, and when she opens them, the steel has cleared and made way for a sunny spring meadow. 

Emma despises it. 

“Thank you for apologizing, Emma,” Jean says with practiced calm. “I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome,” Emma forces out, then holds out her hand. “Give me the star.” 

Jubilee sticks the gold star right on the pad of Emma’s left index finger. “Good job!” 

Emma does not growl, but it’s a close thing. She also does not blush, but the blush is waiting for her to allow it in. Emma sticks the gold star on the back of her icy blue phone case. 

“What next?” She asks, feeling petulant. 

Jubilee opens her mouth, but Jean cuts her off. 

“Actually, Emma, I’d also like to apologize.” 

Ugh. So fucking typical. 

“Go on, then,” Emma says flippantly, like the idea of Jean apologizing doesn’t give her hives. Keep on repressing, Miss Grey! Never feel another emotion for the rest of your life, what do I care? 

Jean sits up a little in her seat and meets Emma’s eyes. “I felt very angry last night, and very defensive. I don’t regret standing up for myself and for Logan, but I do regret the way I spoke to you. I lashed out at you, and I was…” 

Jean sighs. Emma thinks there’s a hint of red in the corners of her eyes. “...inexcusably cruel. I should have taken a moment alone and then spoken to you calmly, instead of letting my emotions lead the conversation. I called you out pretty brutally, and I recognize that was probably embarrassing.” 

God, she sounds like she’s reading from a script , Emma thinks, disgusted. 

“No one is unlovable, including you. And I hope that you won’t be isolated in your relationships, in the future.” Jean is still looking directly into her eyes. Emma’s not sure if she should break eye contact or not. It feels a bit awkward. Then again, she’s never one to back down from a staring contest. 

“The way you treat myself, my sister, and others is unacceptable, but that doesn’t change the fact that what I said last night was unacceptable, too. I really am sorry, Emma.” 

Emma can see it now: everyone fawning over Jean–kind Jean, perfect Jean, beautiful, generous, forgiving Jean, messiah-like Jean and her apostle-like boyfriends, gathering before a weakly sputtering hearth when Jean should be burning, blazing, consuming everything in sight. Swallowing up the bus, the city, swallowing up Emma, heat flooding her from head to toe and leaving nothing but ash in her wake. 

Emma may have ice, but Jean has firepower, and yet all she does is sit here with a weak apology on her lips and tears glimmering in her eyes. 

God, Emma hates her. 

Jubilee elbows her again. 

“Thank you,” Emma says stiffly. “I accept your apology.”

Your boring, bland little apology. 

Jean frowns. “You don’t have to–”

“But I did,” Emma interrupts. “You can go back to being good, now.” 

Jean’s eyes narrow, but Scott lays a gentle hand on her arm and she turns back to him and Logan. Emma watches them take her hands, talk softly, be lovely. 

She scowls. 

“Give me another star.”

“You haven’t crossed off another item,” Jubilee says. 

“I accepted an apology,” Emma snaps. “Surely that counts as being nice .” 

“Well–”

“I have earned another star.” 

Jubilee snorts. Emma glares at her.

“Alright, alright.” Jubilee sticks the second star on her finger. “Here.” 

“Thank you,” Emma says primly, and places it carefully next to the first. 

Only five more to go.

*****

SUNDAY. October 9th, 10:16am. Arlington Cemetery. 

Charles did not sleep. 

“That was all my fault, wasn’t it?” 

“Yes.” 

“But it was all clearly building to a breaking point, so perhaps–” 

“You gave them blanket permission to argue with each other, Charles, so yes.” Erik sighs. “And now I have to write a worksheet. And then grade it.”  

They’re several metres behind the students as they tour Arlington Cemetery. It’s a lovely day, sunny with a light chill in the air, and it smells pleasantly of dewy grass. Ordinarily, Charles would enjoy this moment of calm at the end of a whirlwind field trip, but seeing as the students went at each other like rabid hyenas last night, he’s not quite in the mood to breathe deeply and listen to birds chirping. 

“All this shouting and arguing,” Erik murmurs darkly. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught them how to throw a good punch?” 

“And that would have better results than last night’s catastrophe?” Charles asks, voice laced with sarcasm. 

“I can handle a few ice packs, Charles. What I cannot handle,” Erik says, “is this incessant squabbling.” 

“You remember how it is to be in university,” Charles says, trying to convince both of them to feel more sympathy–though it’s difficult. 

“Mm, yes, I do. I was in and out of jail most of the time.” 

Charles gapes. “Whatever for?”

Erik shrugs. “Punching fascists, mostly.” 

Of course. Charles should expect no less. 

They continue for a few more moments in peaceful silence, though Charles’ mind continues to spin. What a mess, from start to finish. It’s a good job he doesn’t teach secondary schoolers. He’d never hear the end of it from the parents. Jean’s mother was bad enough. An absolute crone, if he must admit it. 

“What’s the worst situation, do you think?” He asks. 

Erik’s mouth quirks upward. Charles can tell he’d like to smoke, but it’s not allowed. Place of respect, of course. 

“You are an incurable gossip, you know.” 

Charles hums. It’s true. 

“For the sake of my own son, I’d have to say his little triangle with the two twinks.” 

“Erik!” 

“What? That’s what Emma called them, and besides, they’re not my students.” Erik’s smile grows. “I can’t remember their names.” 

Charles sighs. “Not even the name of your son’s boyfriend?” 

“Certainly not, I don’t trust him,” Erik says breezily. “What do you think of Jean’s two? I haven’t asked.” 

“Well, Jean seems very happy with them, and they’re both good students, so I’m inclined to like them.” Charles says.

Erik hums. “Which one is your favourite?” 

“Erik!” Charles gasps again. 

“Oh, please, you can’t like them both equally,” Erik insists. “It’s natural to have favourites. Mine is Wanda.” 

Charles buries his head in his hands. “Erik…” 

“And besides, it’s not as though they’ll stick around forever, so go on, Charles, tell me which one you prefer.” 

“I don’t have a preference,” Charles sniffs. “So long as Jean is happy with both of them, that’s all that matters to–” 

“It’s Scott, isn’t it.” 

Charles splutters. Erik grins evilly. 

“I cannot pick, Erik! Imagine the dinners!” 

“He’s already your teacher’s pet,” Erik muses. “It wasn’t a difficult leap.” 

“I do not prefer Scott,” Charles tries, which is, of course, completely untrue. “Logan is a lovely young man.” 

Erik raises an eyebrow. “So Logan is your favourite.” 

“Absolutely not,” Charles says automatically, before he can even think to stop himself. Erik crows with laughter. 

“Oh, stop it, Erik!” Charles tries, but his lips are twitching. “It’s only that I don’t know him as well! He’s very nice!” 

Erik keeps cackling.

“And stop laughing! We’re in a cemetery, for goodness sake!” 

“Oh, really?” Erik gestures sweepingly to the rows of bone-white gravestones laid out before them. “I hadn’t noticed.” 

“Erik,” Charles hisses, because the tour guide has begun to look back at them. “Act your age.” 

“Shan’t,” Erik whispers, but he waves apologetically at the guide and straightens up. 

They manage to keep quiet for a few minutes. 

“For what it’s worth,” Erik murmurs under his breath, “I quite like Logan.”

Charles huffs. “I never said I didn’t.” 

“Of course not, dear,” Erik says, but there’s a smug twinkle in his eye that Charles doesn’t like one bit. “The other two are far too preoccupied with rules. Logan will be very good for their spirits.” 

“Well, and Scott will be there to bring them back to the straight and narrow!” Charles says, and only realises he sounds defensive too late. “...should they need it.” 

“I meant no insult to your champion,” Erik teases. 

Charles manages an eye roll. In all honesty, Erik’s quite charming when he’s mischievous. 

“And you call me the gossip.”

“Well, we both are,” Erik concedes. “I take my responsibility to fulfill sassy old gay man stereotypes very seriously.” 

Erik says sassy old gay man in an American accent worthy of the young man in Mean Girls , and Charles nearly tips his chair laughing.

***

your brother is an idiot

Sunday, October 9th, 11:07am

Hank McCoy: Just finished up at Arlington. 

Hank McCoy: How are you? 

Alex Summers: Chilling

Alex Summers: Ran into some weirdos in the grocery store but other than that I’m having a good day 

Alex Summers: Was the cemetery nerdy enough for you

Hank McCoy: I’ll be honest, I don’t care much for war history. I was a little bored, actually. 

Alex Summers: No fucking way

Alex Summers: You? Bored???? In DC?????????

Alex Summers: Get someone to check your temp I’m worried

Hank McCoy: Very funny. 

Alex Summers: Ikr I’m hilarious

Alex Summers: How’s the gentlemen prefer blonds situation going

Hank McCoy: Warren, Bobby, and Pietro? 

Alex Summers: Yeah babe

Hank McCoy: Babe? 

Alex Summers: Dude 

Alex Summers: Bro 

Alex Summers: No homo platonic buddy 

Hank McCoy: Alright, I get it. 

Hank McCoy: No updates, as far as I know. Emma insulted the three of them at dinner last night and Pietro was his usual petty self, but no real developments. 

Hank McCoy: Warren continues to sit next to Scott and look out the window. 

Alex Summers: Jesus 

Alex Summers: I would say he needs to get laid but

Hank McCoy: Extremely inadvisable. 

Alex Summers: Exactly 

Hank McCoy: How’s Lorna? 

Alex Summers: She’s good 

Alex Summers: What time do you guys get back to Westchester

Hank McCoy: 4:30pm 

Hank McCoy: Why? 

Alex Summers: You don’t know 

Alex Summers: Maybe I want to call you when you’re alone

Hank McCoy: Well, in that case, I’ll probably be back to my place around 5:00. 

Alex Summers: Cool 

Alex Summers: Talk to you around then

Hank McCoy: Platonically? 

Alex Summers: Idk 

Alex Summers: I’ve seen how hard you’re trying lately

Alex Summers: So we’ll see how it goes 

Hank McCoy: I am trying. 

Hank McCoy: I’ve seen how abysmal everyone’s relationships are, this trip, and I don’t want ours to be like theirs. 

Hank McCoy: If we were to get back together, that is. 

Alex Summers: Hank 

Alex Summers: I can assure you

Alex Summers: Nothing we do will EVER be as bad as the shitstorm Bobby and Warren have gotten themselves into 

Hank McCoy: True. They’re hard to beat. 

***

SUNDAY. October 9th, 11:21am. The bus. 

“Psst.” 

Logan glares at the noise. He’s sitting with Kurt on the way back to D.C. because they haven’t spent a lot of time together, and he’ll be with Jean and Scott back in the city. 

He forgot that other people want Kurt’s attention all the time, now. It makes him feel prickly.

“Psst, Kurt.” 

Kurt perks up and turns around with a smile. Logan scowls. 

“Can I just–sorry, big guy. Or should I say small guy!” Wade grins and, to his horror, jumps over Logan and sits between them. 

It’s a two-seater though, so he ends up half on Logan’s lap and half on Kurt’s. Kurt doesn’t seem to mind. Logan tries to jostle him over, but Wade is surprisingly heavy. Logan huffs, picks Wade up by the waist, and deposits him into Kurt’s lap, hot-pink skater skirt and all. 

“Whoa, there! Buy me a drink first, cowboy,” Wade purrs at him. Logan scowls harder. 

“Yeah, that’s good!” Wade chirps enthusiastically. “Keep the poolverine shippers interested, peanut.” 

Logan ignores him, because he doesn’t know what that means. Also, he doesn’t like Wade. 

He does eavesdrop, though. 

“How are you, Wade?” Kurt asks pleasantly, face half-hidden by Wade’s oversized black hoodie that reads MY OTHER CAR IS A HONDA ODYSSEY. 

“Thanks for asking, my favorite cerulean schnitzel–hey, I saw you delete and respell favourite. You get a one-month grace period for that once you get back to the States!” 

Both Logan and Kurt’s brows knit. 

Kurt looks helplessly to Logan. “Did I hear that right?” 

“Sounded like English,” Logan shrugs. 

“American or British, though? Who knows.” Wade wriggles on Kurt’s lap and throws his arms around his neck. “I just came to ask, sweetums, whether you’re booting me.” 

Kurt frowns. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” 

“Oh, fiiiiiiiiiiine, I’ll use layman’s terms.”  Wade bats his eyelashes. “Are you firing me? Toy Story 3 style?” 

“What?” Kurt sits up straighter, alarmed, which nearly causes Wade to topple back onto Logan. “No, of course not! How could you say such a thing?” 

“Well, I was just making sure, honey bunches, because my advice did just about ruin Warren’s life–” there’s a stifled sob from the back row– “and the peace and prosperity of every other person on this trip, other than Ali, who hasn’t really been seen since she decided to delete the dating apps to spite Emma. You go, girl!” 

Ali, a few rows ahead of them, raises a halfhearted thumbs-up in the air. 

“I mean, I’m having a blast, but you’re the kinda person who actually wants to improve people’s lives, and that was your goal with the advice column, which I’ve hella bella fucked up to the nines, and since we’ve only released one issue I thought now would be the time to send me on my way so that readers don’t get too attached to my presence before I fuck up another life and you kick me out like ten or so issues from now?” Wade’s still smiling, scars dimpling in half-moons, but he doesn’t seem as loose-limbed as usual. Logan’s brow knits further. 

“Only so many ways to describe a frown,” Wade sighs. “I just wanted to check in, Papa Smurf, ‘cause I don’t wanna fuck up your fun lil’ good Samaritan hobby for you.” 

Kurt’s got his puddle face on, which is when his whole face melts together and gets sad and weepy. 

“See, that’s more creative,” Wade mutters. 

“Wade, how could you say that?” Kurt asks, voice half-whine. “Our column is called AdvicePool. I cannot go on without the Pool! You are integral, mein freund. ” 

“Also,” Logan pipes up, because he really can’t stand Kurt’s puddle face, “any idiot can tell your advice is stupid. Warren’s own fault that he followed it.” 

Wade blinks his big blue eyes. “You really think my advice is stupid?” 

Kurt’s face goes less puddle and more panic. Logan scrambles. 

“It’s stupid to me,” he says, “because Kurt’s my best friend and I usually listen to him.”

Wade keeps blinking at him.

“I’m sure your advice is the right fit for someone,” Logan tries. “Just not Warren.” 

“Dude,” Scott says despairingly from a row over. 

Logan, flailing, tries again. “And you didn’t know Bobby doesn’t love Warren–”

Another sob from the back–

“So maybe it would’ve worked if he did give a shit about him.” 

Someone snorts. Logan’s pretty sure it’s Maddie. 

“Oh, schmoopins,” Wade says, “you have such a way with words.” 

“Don’t make fun of me,” Logan growls, cheeks heating. He’s pretty sure he fucked that up. 

“No, babycakes, I’m serious.” Wade reaches out and pats Logan’s cheek. Logan swats his hand away. “You have a real talent for boiling the situation down to its basics. I didn’t actually do anything wrong. Warren and Bobby are just fucking stupid.” 

“Yeah,” Logan nods, in full agreement. For once, Wade is making sense. “They are.” 

Jean’s head drops into her hands. 

“Logan,” Wade says, patting him and Kurt on the thigh, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friend group.” 

A part of Logan wants to lurch up and scream that Kurt is his best friend, not Wade’s, and he can’t have him, but he doesn’t let it out. 

Instead, he says, “Don’t push it,” and takes Wade’s hand off his thigh. 

Wade moves it to his back. 

*** 

SUNDAY. October 9th, 11–

“Wait, wait wait. Can we just take a moment to retcon?” Wade asks. 

Please. 

We had like five comments on Chapter 18 saying this was too confusing. Are we seriously doing this again? 

The readers can suck it up. 

Do not tell the readers to suck it up. 

“Guuuuuyyyyyysssss,” Wade whines. “I wanna ask about the retcon, shut up.” 

Kurt takes out an earbud and tilts his head like an adorable little puppy. Probably a blue heeler puppy. Heh. Get it? 

Again with the dog metaphors. 

Oh! Because he’s blue! 

Are you fucking stupid? 

“What did you say?” Kurt asks, German accent lilting. 

“Are you fucking stupid?” Wade repeats, then shakes his head to rattle White and Yellow around. “Sorry, slip o’ the tongue, babe. I’m trying to ask about retconning.” 

Kurt tilts his head the other way. “Retconning?” 

“Going back and changing already-canon elements of the story to better fit the scene or plot you now want to tell,” Wade explains. 

Not the best explanation I’ve heard. Wanna trip over your words more, pal? 

Oh, give him a break! He’s sensitive. 

And he just rattled us around like maracas. Bitch. 

“Cunt,” Wade mutters back. “I just feel like this whole going-back-to-D.C. thing doesn’t make any sense.” 

“Why’s that?” asks Kurt, who Wade suspects is now a stand-in for the author. Wade is wrong, because the author is going through Wade to retcon the story. 

“If it takes 30 minutes to get from Arlington to D.C. and back again, then we’d only have 30 minutes to have ‘free time back in D.C.,’” Wade imitates Charles’s posh English accent. “What can you even do with 30 minutes in D.C.? Watch Steve Rogers blow up a helicarrier?” 

“You could grab lunch,” Kurt tries. 

“Please-uh. I’ve already tried every taco truck in the District of Columbia, I’m doneso.” 

Sure, and no one else needs food. 

“They can conveniently have already had lunch for the purposes of the story, Yellow ,” Wade snaps. “Why not just head back and write more scenes on the bus? Easier that way.” 

There could be a time skip. 

“Time skips are lazy,” Wade says. “And stupid.” 

You’re stupid. 

“Shut up.” 

And now that you’ve drawn attention to this part of canon, it’s going to make it much harder to get rid of it and rewrite it. The author probably could’ve just ignored it without anyone noticing. 

Shut up. 

“Attention, everyone!” Professor Xavier calls from the front of the bus. 

Wade beams at the camera, which is now to the left of him. “Would ya look at that.” 

“It appears we are blocked by far too much traffic to get back to the city for our half-hour of free time,” Xavier says apologetically. “We’ll be sure to stop at a gas station or a supermarket on the way back to Westchester so that you can all have something to eat.”

“No way,” Wade deadpans. “I’m shocked. This is shocking news.” 

Lazy. Also, obvious. 

Fuck off. 

“Yeah, fuck off!” Wade grins and kicks his feet up on the seat in front of him. Jubilee’s too short to notice. “I get what I want, now! Five and a half hours hangin’ with my best platonic bros, who always keep their socks on.” 

Kurt pats Wade’s arm fondly. Logan snarls and stomps over to Jean and Scott’s seats. 

If you could gaze into the future–

“Bye bye, Kitty Sharpclaws!” Wade waggles his fingers at Logan. “We’ll miss you!” 

Logan throws up the finger and wedges himself next to Scott. 

“Excellent.” Wade rattles White and Yellow around again, just for fun. “Let’s bus it down.” 

*** 

gentlemen prefer twinks

Sunday, October 9th, 12:08pm 

iceicebaby: can we talk

Read 12:09pm 

iceicebaby: wait here 

 

princess protection program

Sunday, October 9th, 12:10pm 

elsa: hank can be here to moderate if u want???

beautyandthebeast: Hank can do what? 

elsa: i want to talk to warren 

elsa: so i thought

elsa: chaperone

elsa: witness

elsa: whatever

beautyandthebeast: Does Warren want to talk to you? I remember him walking into the bathroom to avoid you last night. 

elsa: ok so are we not cool either

beautyandthebeast: Bobby. What? 

elsa: i just thought

elsa: i mean scott n warren are mad at me but u tend to see both sides 

elsa: so idk 

beautyandthebeast: I see your side. 

elsa: oh thank god

beautyandthebeast: You’re making bad choices and trying to avoid the consequences by pretending everything can go on as usual. 

elsa: ok that’s not my side

beautyandthebeast: What is? 

elsa: idk i miss u guys???? and i apologized for dinner

beautyandthebeast: Yes. 

elsa: so why r u mad at me 

elsa: warren needs time probably and scott is still mad abt alex but u don’t have a good reason if i’ve apologized 

elsa: unless ur mad at me for not loving warren back which u know i can’t control 

elsa: we’re still friends

beautyandthebeast: Yes, we are. I’m upset with you because of the aforementioned avoidance of consequences, as well as the dismissal of everyone’s emotional responses. 

elsa: i’m not dismissing them???? 

elsa: i’m literally trying to talk to warren right now

beautyandthebeast: So that you can be more comfortable. Right? 

elsa: what the fuck hank 

elsa: when did u become such an asshole

elsa: i’m trying to fucking fix things n ur telling me i’m being selfish????

beautyandthebeast: What else do you call this? You’re not waiting for Warren and Scott to come to you. You’re forcing it so that this can go away faster. I’m still waiting for Alex to forgive me. We can’t force these things. 

elsa: uh ok but u can still text him??? 

elsa: i’ve seen u flirting with him ur not subtle 

elsa: nothing’s rlly changed for u

elsa: this is very fuckin different

elsa: we’ve been together basically every day since high school n now ur icing me out for one mistake

beautyandthebeast: A mistake which has led to many others. 

elsa: yeah i know that thanks

12:44pm 

elsa: actually u know what fuck u hank 

elsa: bc u call me dramatic n over the top but the second i do smth wrong it’s bye bye bobby i’m hank i’m a fuckin angel n everyone prefers me

elsa: as if u didn’t have us going on a fucking manhunt bc u were too scared to communicate with literally anyone 

elsa: as if u weren’t in the chat freaking out every time alex fucking sneezed

elsa: don’t get on ur fuckin high horse when ur the one who broke us all apart in the first place

barbiefairytopia: Do you think this kind of thing makes us want to forgive you? 

elsa: as if u weren’t ready to ride into battle over what hank said????? 

elsa: don’t act like u’ve hated me this whole time warren it’s not true 

elsa: and hank don’t act like ur defending him from some horrible villain

elsa: i am your friend and i want us to be friends again is that so bad??? i’m sorry i hurt u warren but it wasn’t anything personal 

barbiefairytopia: I’d argue that loving someone is extremely personal, actually 

barbiefairytopia: And I don’t want us to be friends again if you’re going to act like this

barbiefairytopia: You’re not a victim, Bobby. You made shitty choices 

beautyandthebeast: screenshot.jpg 

[ image description: a text screenshot from Friday, October 7th. It reads: Alex Summers: Not telling you how I know but I’m 99.99999% sure that Bobby’s in love with Warren ]

beautyandthebeast: You’re right. I have been talking to Alex. He told me this. 

beautyandthebeast: And seeing as I love dramatics, I asked him for the evidence a few minutes ago, after explaining what you said to me. 

beautyandthebeast: screenshot1.jpg and screenshot2.jpg

[ image description: two text screenshots from Friday, October 7th. They read: 

 

bobert: if i tell u smth do u promise not to tell warren

lexi: Promise

bobert: okayyyyyyy basically

bobert: warren and i did the deed last night which was. a misstep

bobert: BUT WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES

lexi: I thought you were with Pietro???

bobert: WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES and we’re not exclusive yet dw i checked

lexi: Fair play then

bobert: THANK YOU

bobert: but yknow we were doing it and 

bobert: i feel so weird telling u this like ik ur basically our age but ur still scott’s little brother

lexi: Mf I’m only 5 months younger than you

bobert: i knowwwwww i know 

bobert: okay so yeah we were doing it and when warren was Done if u will. he said it

lexi: It???

bobert: IT

lexi: What is “it” 

bobert: U KNOW ALEX

lexi: NO I DON’T 

lexi: CLARIFY

bobert: FINE

bobert: HE SAID I LOVE YOU 

lexi: WHAT 

bobert: YEAH 

lexi: WHAT??????

bobert: YEAH.

lexi: Hooooooly shit 

lexi: That’s

lexi: Oh god

bobert: mmmmhm

lexi: So what did you do? 

bobert: wdym

lexi: Fuck do you mean wdym 

lexi: Warren said I love you how did you respond

bobert: um

lexi: Bobby

bobert: see this is why everyone thinks i’m stupid

lexi: I don’t think you’re stupid

lexi: Can’t speak for the others though

bobert: gee thanks

bobert: he said that anddddd i Happened to. HAPPENED TO. finish right after 

lexi: Okay that’s not fucking happenstance Bobby 

bobert: YES IT WAS

lexi: I GUARANTEE it wasn’t

lexi: For scientific reasons I’m gonna need to know what position you were in 

bobert: NO 

lexi: YES

bobert: NO SCOTT WILL KILL ME 

lexi: I AM FIVE FUCKING MONTHS YOUNGER THAN YOU  

bobert: YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW 

lexi: YES I DO 

lexi: FOR SCIENCE 

bobert: oh my goddddd

lexi: C’mon I know you need to get it off your chest 

bobert: i hate the summers brothers so fucking much fuck u both 

lexi: I’ll tell Scott you were my first kiss

bobert: THAT’S NOT EVEN TRUE 

lexi: AND????????

lexi: I can make your trip SO much more miserable 

lexi: TELL ME 

bobert: u are evil and i see why they put u in prison

bobert: warren: 🧍me: 🧎

lexi: SORRY

lexi: SORRYSDLFJIODSJF:LKDSF:LKDSJF

lexi: I CAN’T STOP FUCKING LSUGHING HOLY SHIT

lexi: KSDKJFLDSKJFLKFSHGfvNL

bobert: i hate everything

bobert: this is sick and twisted

lexi: AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHSHDFJDSJHFK

lexi: Sorry sorry sorry

lexi: How the Fuck did YOU come when HE was the one being sucked off

bobert: I WILL WASH UR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP 

lexi: DO IT 

lexi: IN ADDITION. FURTHERMORE. MOREOVER. 

lexi: I’ve been talking to Hank too much

lexi: HOW THE FUUUUUUUUUCK DO YOU THINK THAT WAS HAPPENSTANCE

bobert: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP 

lexi: This is so fucking funny holy shit

bobert: ur reveling in my pain

lexi: Yes

bobert: it literally means nothing i was already keyed up 

lexi: You’re so full of shit

lexi: Ahahahahahahahaha

bobert: fuck u genuinely i regret everything ] 

barbiefairytopia: What. 

elsa: hank we are done

elsa: fuck you 

 

the cooler summers 

Sunday, October 9th, 12:58pm 

bobert: what the fuck alex

lexi: Talk to him like that again and see what happens Bobby

lexi: I’m dead fucking serious 

lexi blocked bobert. 

 

princess protection program

Sunday, October 9th, 1:07pm 

barbiefairytopia: You lied

barbiefairytopia: At the club

barbiefairytopia: You fucking lied to me 

elsa: i didn’t

barbiefairytopia: Yes you fucking did because I have to agree with Alex

barbiefairytopia: That’s not fucking happenstance

elsa: it was 

elsa: i was already close ok?????

elsa: it didn’t mean anything

barbiefairytopia: Except that’s never happened before 

barbiefairytopia: Not even when there’s a plug up your ass

barbiefairytopia: You have never once come in that position 

barbiefairytopia: At least not with me 

elsa: first time for everything ig 

barbiefairytopia: No you’re lying

barbiefairytopia: Why would you lie

barbiefairytopia: Why would you do that to me 

elsa: i already said i’m sorry 

barbiefairytopia: Yeah except you left out a pretty crucial fucking detail 

barbiefairytopia: You do love me 

barbiefairytopia: Don’t you 

elsa: no

barbiefairytopia: Bullshit 

barbiefairytopia: Did you pretend it was me when you made out with him? 

barbiefairytopia: Or last night when you left for your “walk”

barbiefairytopia: Did you think about me while you sucked him off? 

elsa: stop it warren 

elsa: i’m literally sitting next to him right now 

elsa: don’t text me that 

elsa: it’s not right

elsa: pietro is my boyfriend 

elsa: i’m not going to break his heart 

barbiefairytopia: Not right

barbiefairytopia: Not right?

barbiefairytopia: What about what you said to Hank? Is that right??

barbiefairytopia: What about me 

barbiefairytopia: You don’t want to break Pietro’s heart but you’re fine breaking mine huh

barbiefairytopia: Even though I’ve known you for 364 times longer 

barbiefairytopia: Even though you love me 

elsa: stop

barbiefairytopia: Why 

barbiefairytopia: You said you wanted to talk 

Read 1:14pm 

*** 

SUNDAY. October 9th, 1:15pm. The bus. 

Bobby’s crying. 

He powered off his phone and shoved it in his bag and now he’s crying. 

Pietro isn’t a genius. But, like. Pretty sure some shit just went down. 

“You okay?” He asks. 

Bobby jumps a little (even though Pietro’s been next to him the whole bus ride, but fair enough, he’s been listening to the Eurythmics for the past hour). He shoves awkwardly at his eyes. Runs his hand through his brown hair.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says. “Thanks.” 

“Okay,” Pietro says. Then pushes, because he’s Pietro. “But you don’t look fine, babe–” 

Bobby kisses him. Hard. 

Pietro’s brain goes kissing sad fucking away his feelings???? And then it immediately goes good kisser who give a shit . Because that’s the way he rolls. 

Pietro kisses back, just as hard, just as fast, just as insistent, and soon enough he has to keep himself from moaning into Bobby’s mouth because actually! Actually! They’re on a public bus. Which ordinarily wouldn’t be a problem, but currently they’re on a public bus with Pietro’s sister and also HIS DAD. Pietro’s brain wars between lighting up like a fucking menorah and DAD WANDA DAD WANDA DAD WANDA STOP STOP STOP

The second wins out. Unfortunately. Because now he’s kind of hard. 

Pietro pulls back and runs his fingers through Bobby’s hair. “Bobby. Babe.” 

Bobby pants, eyes unfocused and–concerningly–kind of shiny with unshed tears. 

Pietro frowns and wipes at his eyes. “Not that I’m not super into it, dude, but uh. My family’s on the bus. So. There’s that.” 

“Shit,” Bobby manages. “Sorry. Right. Sorry.” 

“It’s all good,” Pietro assures him, and he can’t help the way his fingers want to run beneath the collar of Bobby’s shirt; race across his collarbone and down his abs–Pietro is 90% sure Bobby has abs–and into his pants, in the British sense of the word, but he stops himself, because again. Family. On the bus. Damn, this trip sucks. 

“You okay?” He asks again, because Bobby’s eyes still look shiny, and come to think of it he’s breathing hard not in a goddamn-that-make-out-sesh-was-hot way but more in a hyperventilating kind of way, and that’s not hot! That’s concerning. 

Bobby starts to nod. Then he shakes his head, punches the back of his seat, and bites down on his fist right before he bursts into tears. 

“Oh shit,” Pietro says eloquently. Bobby’s sobbing, chest heaving, and he’s clearly trying to be quiet about it, but they’re still on a super public bus with people on all sides and someone is bound to notice (probably fucking Charles, with his telepathic sense for sad students), so Pietro decides the best way to both comfort and quiet Bobby is to pull him into a hug. 

He’s gonna be honest, he’s not sure how Bobby will take it, because he did just punch something, and in Pietro’s experience the punchy kind of anger is on the exact opposite end of the spectrum from please-hug-me type anger, but apparently Bobby’s swinging between the two pretty fast, because he melts into Pietro’s arms and sobs against his chest. 

“Okay,” Pietro murmurs, both sad for his boyfriend and also kind of victorious, because fuck yes Bobby trusts him enough to go to him for comfort. That’s a win! 

In a shit situation. But still a win. 

“Hey man,” Pietro tries, when this has gone on for a solid five minutes, “you want some water or something?” 

And then he adds, because Pietro is an excellent boyfriend: “Sweetheart?” 

Then he gives himself the ick, because he’s really not a fan of that pet name, now that he thinks about it. 

Bobby shakes his head. His crying has slowed down somewhat. Pietro nods and hooks his chin over Bobby’s head. 

“Alright,” he says. “Well, you know I’m here if you need anything.” 

That seems to upset Bobby more. His breath hitches. 

“Sorry,” Pietro says. He’s not really sure what he’s apologizing for, but he doesn’t want Bobby to be upset, and he’s pretty sure he just made it worse. The vulnerability is probably embarrassing him. Which is fair. Especially when he’s surrounded by people on a bus. Some of which include his closest friends and that motherfucking tool Worthington. 

Maybe that’s what this is. 

Pietro thinks about peeking up above the seats to seek Worthington out, but decides against it. Not because his chest twists at the idea that Worthington might’ve upset Bobby by bringing up his (former, VERY FORMER) fuckbuddyship with him, but because he’s already in the doghouse for causing fights on this trip, and Dad’s patience only lasts so long. He already has to fill out a goddamn worksheet. 

Bobby’s quieted. Pietro looks down at him. 

“Anything I can do?”

Bobby shakes his head and stays right where he is. Maybe he mumbles “thanks.” Pietro can’t tell. 

“Then I’ll stay right here, babe,” Pietro assures him. 

*** 

SUNDAY. October 9th, 2:39pm. The bus. 

From what Scott can tell, the group is in shambles. Jean and Ororo just had a heart-to-heart, in which Ororo apologized for dinner last night– “Good,” Logan had said, “Jean didn’t do nothin’ wrong” – Bobby’s fallen asleep against Pietro’s chest, Warren seems catatonic in the back row, Hank is texting so fast Scott fears his thumbs will fall off (and he does not want to think about the fact that Hank is most likely texting his brother), Wade keeps side-eyeing Kurt and double-checking that he’s allowed to stay on the advice column, and Emma, weirdly, has spent the better part of the past two and a half hours covering her phone in gold stars. 

Only Remy and Rogue, at the front, seem completely happy. They’re looking at Pinterest. 

Scott actually enjoys the bus. It’s much easier to keep tabs on the group when they’re all in one place, and though it can get stifling, he finds the whir of the wheels and soft overlapping chatter calming. 

Now that Ororo and Jean have talked it out, Jean seems calmer, too. Her head is leaning against Scott’s left shoulder, burnt orange hair smelling of strawberries and mint–which is how Scott knows she washed it this morning. She keeps idly humming along to her music and then stopping herself when she remembers that people can hear her. Scott was listening to music, but he turned it off a while ago so that he could hear Jean better. 

On his other side, Logan is sitting with his hand on Scott’s thigh, seemingly mindlessly tracing circles with his thumb while he plays the New York Times games. He keeps cussing out the Spelling Bee under his breath. Every second it gets harder and harder for Scott to pretend like he doesn’t notice the hand on his thigh, like he’s not thinking about Logan’s hand on his thigh in other contexts, like he’s not remembering the kisses in the Library of Congress and Jean at dinner last night, furious and beautiful. He knows he said he wanted to take it slow. But that was then Scott, and this is now Scott.

Now Scott wants a whole lot of things, up to and including Logan’s hand in his hair, tugging him down onto the bed–or Jean, tying him to a chair and ordering him around– or Scott on his knees for both of them, Jean’s thumb prying his mouth open and Logan saying, all gravelly, “good, Scott,” or–

Logan’s hand moves higher. Scott blinks hard. 

No, he tells himself firmly. You are on a bus. With your classmates. For fuck’s sake, Jean’s godfather is right there. What if–

And then a smaller, powerful voice, a voice Scott hates but always seems right in the moment, says: what if he can read your mind? What if Jean can read your mind? What if everyone can read your mind, Scott, and they’re all laughing at you in their heads? I bet they’re all making fun of you and your perverted fucking fantasies. Everyone’s probably been telepathic this whole time, and you’re the only one who can’t understand them, and that’s why you’re such a freak. That’s why Winters hated you. That’s why they didn’t let you stay with Alex. Because they could hear you, hear how much you hate the Blandings, hear how fucked up your mind is. How could anyone trust you with your brother? You’d probably hurt him. He’d probably die in your care, or worse. I bet you’ve got a crush on your brother, don’t you, Summers? And now everyone knows it, because everyone can hear it. Now everyone knows what an incestuous fucking creep you are, Scott. Perverted fucking fa–

“Scott.” 

Scott opens his eyes. When did he close them? 

Jean has a firm grip on his shoulder. Logan’s hand is off his thigh. 

They’re gonna dump you, Scott. They heard all of it. 

Scott is dimly aware that he’s breathing too hard. “Can you hear me?” 

He realizes that Logan’s hand is on his back, now. He looks concerned. 

Makes sense. He’s going to have to report you, isn’t he? 

“Hear what?” Jean asks gently. “Hear you speak?” 

“No,” Scott gasps out. “My–thoughts. Can you hear my thoughts?” 

Jean shakes her head. “No.” 

She’s kind, though, isn’t she? Of course she wouldn’t tell you. 

“Lying,” Scott blurts, “are you lying?” 

Jean’s mouth draws tight, and she takes both of Scott’s hands in hers. “I’m not lying, Scott. I wouldn’t ever lie to you.” 

Scott turns. “Logan?” 

Logan shakes his head, too. “Can’t hear shit, Slim.” 

Why would either of them tell you? Ask everyone. 

No, Scott can’t ask everyone. Jean and Logan are looking at him with so much worry. Everyone will think he’s crazy if he asks. Or worse, they’ll make fun of him, because they know . They have to know. His mind is so loud, everyone must be able to hear it. 

He thinks it’s the bus, maybe. He can’t stop thinking. He turned off his music. He’s alone with his thoughts, just like all those weeks ago when Hank called him and–

“Hank,” Scott says. 

Jean reacts instantly. She steps over Scott and walks to the back of the bus. When she returns, Hank is in tow, glasses slightly askew and eyes red, but here. Jean sits back down. Logan gets up and trades seats with Scott so that Hank can see him properly. 

“Can you hear me?” Scott asks immediately, because he can’t stop himself. “My thoughts?” 

“No,” Hank says. “Is that what you’re worried about?” 

Hank is always so calm. Even when he was crying over Alex, panicking over the phone, and Scott wanted to punch him, Hank was steady. He doesn’t know how he does it. It’s like the air goes still around him. 

“Yes,” Scott says. “I was thinking about–”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Hank interrupts. “Did your mind go the usual way?” 

“Yes.” Scott focuses on Hank’s eyes behind his glasses, blue and clear. 

“Alright.” Hank smiles slightly and places a gentle hand on Scott’s knee. “Intrusive thoughts are involuntary and, for some, obsessive. Yours, in our experience, are obsessive. Often, your intrusive thoughts start when you are worried about a loved one or feeling ashamed of something you’ve done. Does this sound right to you, so far?”

“Yes,” Scott says, and he starts to breathe easier, because Hank has such a calm, deep voice, cadence rhythmic and soothing, and it’s as though Scott is listening to a completely impersonal dictionary definition. As though it’s clinical, and unattached, and un-emotional. 

“I’m feeling shame,” Scott says quietly. 

“It’s good to identify that,” Hank tells him. “This shame led your mind to tell you that everyone can hear your thoughts?” 

“Yes.”

“Well, I can’t hear your thoughts,” Hank assures him. “No one can. Intrusive thoughts are involuntary. They can be cruel. Most importantly, they are not reflective of yourself and your character. Thinking something does not make that thing true.”

“But,” Scott says, because he can’t help himself, no matter how many times they’ve done this. “What if it’s not an intrusive thought? What if it’s instinct, or intuition–” 

“It’s not,” Hank says. “Have these intrusive thoughts ever been right?” 

Scott thinks hard. He’s had many over the years. That his father crashed the plane on purpose because he hated Scott and would rather die than continue to take care of him. That the social workers know something about Scott that he doesn’t–that he’s secretly, without knowing, a pedophile, or in love with his brother, or a serial killer. That Alex will die if he doesn’t check their message log three times every day. That he should break his glasses. That he should stick his hand in the garbage disposal. That he’ll be taken away if he fucks up too badly. That he’s dreaming all of this, and he’s still in the orphanage in Nebraska. That Jean will die. That Logan will die. That Alex will die. That Alex will die. That Alex will–

“Alex is fine,” Hank says. Like he can read his mind. 

“Did you read my–” 

“No. You were saying most of that out loud,” Hank tells him calmly. Before Scott can freak out about that, Hank holds up his phone to show him a message log between Alex and Hank. 

“See? He’s fine. He’s texting me about our planned phone call later.” 

He won’t make it to the phone call , his mind screams. 

“What if he–” 

“Scott.” Hank gives the phone to Scott, and Scott scrolls through, not really reading the texts, just looking at the grey bubbles that tell him Alex is alive, and he’s texting, and he’s fine. And if Scott is so worried about him maybe he is in love with him, fucking creep

Scott hands the phone back to Hank, puts his head between his knees, and breathes deeply. Three breaths. He lifts back up. 

“How are you feeling?” Hank asks. 

Shit, and embarrassed. But Scott doesn’t say that. He just shrugs. 

“Podcast?” Hank asks. “Music?” 

This is the best solution they’ve found, over the years: a distraction. Eventually, with enough luck, his brain moves on from the intrusive thoughts, and Scott’s mostly back to normal. Well. As normal as Scott gets. He has intrusive thoughts every hour of every day, but they’re usually little things. Trip on the steps to the bus and crack your head open , or slap Professor Lehnsherr . Stuff like that. 

“Music,” Scott says. Hank nods and hands him his headphones. They’re yellow. 

Then, before Scott can think about it too hard, he gets to his feet and hugs Hank tightly. 

“Thanks.” 

And then, because Hank still did that for him, still calmed him down and reassured him after everything, and because Alex has clearly been texting him nearly nonstop for days, and because Scott knows Hank is a good person at heart, and he’s trying–he saw the booklets sticking out of Hank’s backpack this morning–Scott says: 

“I forgive you.” 

Hank pulls back, eyes huge behind his glasses. “You don’t have to–” 

“But I do. Thank you, man.” Scott smiles–and to his credit, it’s only a little stiff. “Seriously.” 

Hank’s eyes look a little misty, but he straightens his shoulders. “Any time, Scott.” 

They stare at each other awkwardly until the bus clatters over a pothole and they both nearly go flying. Hank starts laughing, Scott swears, and he feels better than he has in days. 

They sit back down. Scott squeezes himself between Jean and Logan, both of their arms around him, both of their heads on his shoulders, and presses play on the Mamma Mia soundtrack. 

***

SUNDAY. October 9th, 4:58pm. Westchester, New York. Outside Apartment O5. 

Jean Grey survived D.C. She survived her fight with Maddie, her fight with Emma, and Scott’s bus breakdown, and she even survived sharing a bathroom with Maddie for the first time ever, which was undoubtedly the biggest challenge. She’s not sure she’ll survive this. This being Scott’s confessed shame over his sexual fantasies, which is what led to those intrusive thoughts. This being Logan saying “good way to get over shame is exposure therapy, pal. Or that’s what Kurt says.” This being Scott’s agreement–his very enthusiastic agreement– and their drive back to his place after dropping their bags off at their respective flats. This being Scott, right now, blushing scarlet and hair wild, Jean’s thigh propped between his legs, pushed up against the front door to his flat–which, Christ, they haven’t even opened it yet–and Logan leaning next to them, strong fingers tangled in Scott’s hair and tugging his head back so that Jean can kiss him better. 

Jean was afraid of jumping in. Of course she was. Scott had expressed hesitance, and then suddenly, at Logan’s suggestion, he had expressed desire, and she was worried that he was just saying it to please them. 

They’d started slow, to be fair. A few kisses against the hood of Jean’s truck, Logan’s hand splayed between Scott’s shoulders. Which is sort of where Jean lost her cool. Because Scott was leaning in and–and whimpering, slightly, and Jean watched Logan bite Scott’s lip, and fine, yes, she had to physically turn around, take a deep breath, and look up at the sky. Because good lord. 

And then Scott had noticed, which made Logan notice, which made Scott slip his arm around Jean’s waist and reel her in, and then somehow she’d ended up sitting on the hood of her truck with her legs around Logan’s waist, Scott running a curious hand along her thigh, and– 

And that was when someone had honked. Loudly. 

So they’ve come back to Scott’s flat. Or rather, the door to Scott’s flat, because they’re still not inside. 

Jean pulls back enough to catch her breath, and Scott looks so fucking pretty, lips glossy, panting against his front door, and Jean, for a genuine second, considers getting to her knees right then and there, damn the fact that they’re technically in public. 

But Logan, wonderful Logan (who Jean suspects is going to be really fucking good in bed), looks around the hallway they’re standing in and pokes Scott’s shoulder. 

“Keys?” 

Scott’s glasses are shoved onto his head, so Jean sees him blink hard. “Um. Keys.” 

“Yep,” Logan says, amused, and places his hand on Scott’s waist, just to be a little shit. “Keys.” 

Scott scrambles in his pockets, finally produces keys with a very practical compass keychain, and turns around to shakily unlock the door. 

It feels like it takes eons, but there’s finally a click , and then Scott’s shoving the door open with no finesse and grabbing them both by the shirts to drag them inside. 

This rules , Jean thinks stupidly.

Now that they’re inside, Scott takes a second to follow his own rules: shoes off, bag down, coat hung (Logan and Jean follow along). Then, he spins around, and Jean’s reservations and inhibitions promptly fly out the window. 

“Anyone home?” She asks, dragging Scott by the belt down the hallway. 

“Nope, nope,” Scott says, shaking his head frantically. Logan has already thrown his flannel to the side. 

They’re maybe two feet from Scott’s bedroom when Logan freezes abruptly. Jean, instantly afraid that they’ve pushed too much, too fast, stops in her tracks. Scott waits. 

Logan cranes his neck. “Someone’s here.” 

Scott and Jean exchange a look.

“What?” Jean whispers.

“I just heard something,” Logan says. And then, ridiculously, he pushes both of them behind him. 

Jean snorts and gets out her own keys, which have pepper spray attached. “Logan, that’s very sweet. Get behind me .” 

Logan frowns. “But–”

She waggles the pepper spray in the air. “Hopefully it’s nothing, but still. Let me look first.”

Logan nods. 

Jean inches forward, towards where she can, now that she’s listening and less lust-addled, hear something in the kitchen. She raises the pepper spray, finger on the trigger, hand on the door…

Someone barges into her. 

“Ahh!” She shrieks, and lets the pepper spray fly. 

“FUCK!” The guy claps his hands over his eyes and falls to the floor, writhing. 

“What the fuck!” Jean shouts.

Logan jumps five feet in the air. “Son of a–fucking shit!” 

Alex ?!” Scott yelps, and pushes them both aside. 

“FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER!” The guy rolls around, swearing up a storm. “FUCKING OW!” 

“Alex!” Scott repeats, louder than before. 

“YEAH, YOU DICKHEAD!” 

“Hey!” Logan snaps. “Don’t call her a dickhead.” 

“AGH!” The guy–Alex, Scott’s brother –rubs at his eyes furiously. “JESUS!” 

“Stop, stop, stop!” Jean butts in. “Don’t rub your eyes, you’ll make it worse!” 

“GEE, THANKS!” 

“Scott–” Jean says, because Scott looks halfway between thrilled and terrified, “get him to the bathroom, he needs to rinse his eyes out.” 

Scott nods, eyes still wide, and pulls Alex up by the armpits. “Come on, we have to rinse your eyes. And your hands, now.” 

Alex, no longer clutching his face but squeezing his eyes tightly shut and stumbling, groans and lets Scott drag him to the bathroom. 

Jean hears the tap turn on. She looks at Logan. Logan looks at her. 

“Um,” she starts, but she has no idea how to finish that sentence. 

Logan nods. He retrieves his flannel and puts it back on.

From down the hall, Alex cusses up a storm. 

“I,” Jean decides, “Am going to make some tea.” 



Notes:

THEY MADE IT!! THEY SURVIVED THE FIELD TRIP!! Maybe not intact and or happy but they suRVIVED NONETHELESS

I’m gonna keep it real with you guys. The wifi at my work is SHIT and when i tried to publish this with all my end notes it buffered and DIDN’T WORK and i won’t crash out. I won’t. But i am!!! Frustrated

All i really want is to get this chap out so!!! For now I am forgoing debrief in favor of PUBLICATIONNNNNN so y’all actually must debrief for me since I can’t. MWAH maybe I’ll return with my usual notes i hope so!!!!

ANYWAY thank y’all so so much again for being so patient with me and so kind. I know it can be frustrating to have inconsistent updates and idk as an author I’m like “ughhhhh hurry up and get it out” but!!! I feel really really happy with how this chapter turned out and I hope it was worth it for all of you!!

SEE YOU ON THE NEXT ONE. OH OH OH AND! I’m unsure if I’m going to return to the full just-texting format for future chaps now that the field trip is done, or if I should continue to sprinkle in prose. Lmk what you think!

I LOVE YOU. BYE

Chapter 22: back in the swing of things

Notes:

surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me

BUT NO WELCOME BACK TOOOOO XAVIER’S POLI SCI!!!

On the menu today, we have warnings for:

- SEXUAL CONTENT. MY GOD SOME SEXUAL CONTENT. Starting from ‘A-plus from the workbooks’ and ending at ‘How do you want me, Red?’

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

SUNDAY. October 9th, 5:34pm. Westchester, New York. Apartment O5.

They’re on the fifth rinse when Alex stops cursing, and the sixth when Scott remembers to wonder why the hell he’s here. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Alex says, spluttering around a mouthful of sink water, “were you gonna–” 

He waggles his eyebrows, right eye still squeezed shut and his face now blotchy and red. 

Scott’s face goes just as red when he realizes what Alex is implying. “No!” 

Alex bursts out laughing. “Liar.” 

“Shut up,” Scott hisses, face flaming. “Why are you here?” 

Alex’s smile fades. He yanks a towel from the rack and scrubs at his face, only emerging when his dirt-blond hair sticks up in fifty different directions. 

“I’m happy to see you, obviously,” Scott hurriedly clarifies, immediately worried he’s upset his brother, “I just wasn’t expecting it. Thanksgiving isn’t for another month, and even then you said you probably wouldn’t be able to come, so…”

A crazy part of him wonders if maybe there’s just a man in his house who happens to look a lot like Alex, and he’s mistaken him for his brother, who’s still back in California and completely unaware of the pepper-spray chaos taking place in Scott’s bathroom. 

Alex mumbles something. 

“What?” 

“Dropped out,” Alex says, louder, but he doesn’t look embarrassed or guilty. He looks defiant. 

Before Scott can even process that, Alex adds: 

“And I left.” 

“School?” Scott asks, stupidly, but right now the details seem very important. 

“Yeah, and the Blandings.” Alex’s voice is nonchalant, but he’s wringing the towel in his hands. “I’m not going back.” 

Scott knows he should do something other than stare, but that’s all he seems capable of at the moment. His world has gone from hell on the bus, to thrill with Logan and Jean, to–this. 

“Sorry I crashed your flat,” Alex mutters. Now he does look embarrassed. 

This, Scott realizes in a flash, is elation. 

“YES!” He shouts, and he hoists Alex into the air, cheering like crazy. “Yes! Finally!” 

“Let me down!” Alex yelps, but he’s laughing and whooping. “Let me down, you fucking idiot!” 

“I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU!” Scott shouts even louder, twirling them in a haphazard circle. 

“YOU ARE SO EMBARRASSING!” Alex shouts back. Like they’re little kids. 

Scott finally lets him down. He’s grinning from ear to ear, adrenaline and joy a looping jet plane in his chest. He punches Alex’s shoulder. 

“Ow!” Alex punches him back. “What the fuck?” 

“You didn’t crash anything,” Scott insists, and punches him again for good measure. 

“Did cockblock you, though,” Alex says, and dodges a much harder punch, this time. 

“I’ll ask them to leave, if you want,” Scott says, “We can watch a movie or order pizza or something. There’s a good Chinese place near here, too.”

“Sure.” Alex pulls out his phone, which throws Scott for (another) loop. Then he notices that Alex is wearing shoes.
Alex never wears shoes in the house. Not unless he’s about to leave. 

Scott raises an eyebrow. “Where are you going?” 

“Hm?” Alex shoves his phone into his back pocket. “What?” 

Scott gestures to his shoes. Alex’s face goes very shifty. 

Scott remembers the row of grey text bubbles Hank had shown him on the bus; the planned phone call he’d mentioned in passing. 

Scott puts his hands on his hips. “Alex.” 

“What?” Alex whines, doing his very best impression of his five-year-old self. 

“Phone call?” 

Alex deflates instantly. “Look, I know you don’t like him, but we’ve been talking, and–”

“Actually,” Scott interrupts, “we made up.” 

Alex stops short. “What? When?”
“On the bus earlier.” 

Alex’s face twitches, like he wants to smile but he’s not quite sure if he should yet. “How did that happen?” 

Scott decides in the span of a split second that Alex doesn’t need to know about his breakdown–he’s never told him about his OCD, after all, and he’s not going to introduce it now. 

“I decided to be the better person,” he says. “I saw him texting you all weekend, so clearly he’s trying, and I know you’d only text him back for a good reason. And he gave me space on the trip and waited for me to come to him–” 

All true–

“And currently he’s the least stupid of my friends.” Especially true. 

Alex scoffs. “Yeah, I’m well aware.”

He says it like he knows exactly what Warren and Bobby have been up to the past few days–and come to think of it, he probably does. Scott mentally flashes back to all the times Hank’s typed furiously during an argument this weekend and realizes Alex must have been briefed on everything in real time. Scott smiles. Weirdly, the thought of Hank keeping Alex up-to-speed on all the gossip is very sweet to him. Maybe it’s the fact that Hank is sharing his life with Alex; intentionally connecting. 

It occurs to Scott that Alex has left this dropping-out-and-running-away-to-New-York bit out of his conversations with Hank–and then he realizes that Hank is in for a surprise. A great surprise. 

Then Scott’s brain fills in why the surprise would be so great, and his nose scrunches up in disgust. 

“What?” Alex asks. 

“Nothing,” Scott says. “Go see Hank.” 

“What? But–” Alex flails and ends up fingergunning. “Movie night.” 

Scott waves it off. “We’ll have plenty of movie nights. You’re already dressed, man. Go see him.” 

Alex dances a little bit in the doorway. 

“Before I change my mind,” Scott insists. 

Alex’s face splits into a grin. “Dude, thank you. God, you’re like a cool dad now!” 

Scott mentally reviews his posture–back straight, hands on his hips–and discovers that he is, in fact, acting like a cool dad. Who has he become in the past five minutes? 

“Seriously, thank you.” Alex elbows him and waggles his eyebrows. “Besides, I know why you really want me out of the house.” 

Scott flicks water at him. “Out!” 

Alex’s eyes glint with mischief. “Just text me when it’s safe to come back, okay?” 

“Shut–” Scott brandishes a towel. Alex makes a run for it. 

“Three hours?” He asks, dodging towel hits while he scampers for the door. “Four? Five?” 

“Get out!” Scott yells, and manages a lucky hit to Alex’s neck right before he slams the door behind him and books it down the sidewalk. 

***

your brother is an idiot

Sunday, October 9th, 6:02pm

Hank McCoy: Are we still on for our phone call? 

Alex Summers: Yessir 

Alex Summers: Open your window

Hank McCoy: What? 

***

SUNDAY. October 9th, 6:04pm. Postgrad housing on the edge of campus. 

Hank stares at his phone. 

He opens the window. Maybe Alex wants to experiment with some light exhibitionism. While…on the phone. 

Hank is confused. 

Hank watches his phone, waiting for it to light up. Alex did text back. Maybe he’s on his way to a private location. 

Not that that’s what this call is about. Directly. 

Hank has a feeling it’s going in that direction, though. 

Just as he’s beginning to wonder if, perhaps, they miscalculated the time difference, there’s a thump, a curse, and Hank turns around to find a sandy-haired man falling, face-first, through his window. 

Hank shrieks. 

“No pepper spray!” The man calls, hands raised placatingly. Hank thinks he’d likely look much more placating if his ass and legs weren’t hanging out of the window, head and torso heaped on the wiry gray college carpet in a disastrous muddle. 

“No pepper spray,” the man repeats, grabbing fistfuls of the carpet and tugging his lower half in with the rest of him. He rolls onto his back, heaving on the carpet like an unfortunate fish, and Hank’s heart lurches in his chest. 

Now he understands why he was asked to open the window. 

“Alex,” he breathes, and kneels by his side like a World War 2 soldier next to his dying, homoerotic battlefield best friend. 

There are many thoughts running through his head right now, but the first one to trip out of his mouth is: 

“I could’ve just buzzed you in.” 

Alex shrugs, as much as one can shrug when splayed on the carpet. 

“True,” he says, blinking up at Hank with starry blue eyes, “but I thought this would be more romantic.” 

Hank stares down at him, his genuine-article Mr. Darcy–though he’s more of a Mr. Knightley, when Hank really thinks about it–lying at his feet like he’s just climbed a tower to save Hank from a dragon, or a wicked stepmother, and Hank is a man of science, but right now romance and fairytales sound perfect. 

There are many thoughts running through his head right now–why are you here, how are you here, does Scott know you’re here, why is the skin around your eyes so red and blotchy–but by far the best thought is the one screaming at Hank to kiss him, so he does. 

Alex’s lips are warm, like he’s on fire from the inside out, and he tastes of mint–strongly and recently of mint, in fact, to the point that Hank realizes Alex must’ve had very high hopes for the outcome of his little window trick. And Hank is kissing him, so clearly those hopes were not misplaced.

Hank quickly forgets all about tastes and outcomes, though, because Alex moans into his mouth and surges up to meet him, and Hank finds himself kissing back with single-minded purpose, shuddering a little when Alex opens up for him and accidentally runs his tongue along the roof of Hank’s mouth in his eagerness, and soon enough he’s splayed out on top of Alex and the wiry gray carpet, unconsciously rocking against him, and it is only when Alex tugs on his bottom lip that Hank comes back to himself and realizes, quite abruptly, that he is dry-humping his maybe-boyfriend on the floor of his bedroom like a horny teenager. 

And granted, it feels amazing, Alex molten-hot and really goddamn pretty under him, but Hank also thought Alex was in California up until five minutes ago, and he has both a lot of thoughts and a lot of questions, and he is trying to better, so he figures–

Ah–” 

Alex thrusts up against him and nips at his jaw in a truly mind-blowing way, and Hank never really thought he’d be into biting in the bedroom but here he fucking is–

Communication, he tells himself very sternly. Communication before sexual gratification

The rhyme brings him back to himself, and he pulls away and off of Alex, leaving him feeling suddenly wanting–a feeling Alex shares, if the disappointed whine that leaves his mouth is any indication. 

Hank takes a deep and very determined breath. Alex blinks, chest heaving, and sits up. 

Dude,” he says, with California feeling. 

“Sorry,” Hank heaves, trying to show exactly how displeased he is with this turn of events as well. 

Alex takes a deep breath too, eyeing him. “All good?” 

Yes,” Hank says, because Alex is here and the world is beautiful, but also–Alex is here. 

“Communication,” he manages, trying not to stare at Alex’s mussed up hair, and then: “workbooks.” 

Alex stares at him blankly, then seems to understand. “Right. The workbooks.” 

“Mm,” Hank agrees, scrubbing a hand over his face. He stands up and sits–at his desk. Not on the bed. No sitting on the bed for the time being. 

Alex gets to his feet and brushes off his jeans–light-ish wash, covered in dirt and grass from the presumed climb up Hank’s wall–and sits on the edge of Hank’s bed. He manspreads. Hank stares. Alex brushes off the front of his seafoam grey Ron Jons t-shirt, as well as the shoulders of his black CSU San Fran BAT hoodie. Hank has no idea what BAT stands for. 

Alex eventually seems to notice that Hank isn’t talking. He glances up at him. Hank tries to avert his eyes. 

“Communication?” He asks, a smile in his voice. “Bozo?” 

“Yeah,” Hank says stupidly, and starts down his list of questions. “Why are you here?” 

Alex tells him the whole story–sob story, he calls it, which Hank frowns at–and answers all of his questions easily, if a bit guarded, until finally Hank gets to his eyes. 

“Oh, Jean pepper sprayed me,” Alex explains. 

Hank blinks. “What?” 

This is the most surprised he’s been since the window, and Alex just told him he dropped out of university, ran away from his foster parents, and booked a flight to LaGuardia. Fucking LaGuardia. 

“She didn’t know it was me,” Alex says, “and I didn’t know she was there. It was fair enough, I guess.” 

Hank takes that in. “And Scott knows you’re here?” 

Alex nods. 

“And he’s not…” Hank grimaces. “Upset?” 

“Nope.” Alex pops the ‘p’. 

Hank takes a few seconds to process it all. It doesn’t seem real, that Scott forgave him this afternoon and Alex tumbled through his window this evening. To have both Summers brothers on his side again. To have his best friend and (potentially) his boyfriend back. 

Alex fidgets. “You’re not disappointed?” 

“What?” Hank jerks out of his thoughts. “Why would I be disappointed? I’m thrilled you’re here.” 

“I mean–” Alex shrugs and pulls on the sleeve of his hoodie. “For dropping out of school. You tutored me for nothing.” 

“Of course not,” Hank says immediately. “School isn’t for everyone. You hated it. I’m proud of you, Alex.” 

Alex pulls at his sleeve again, but smiles. “That’s what Scott said.” 

“Good,” Hank insists. “Everyone who knows you should be. And if they don’t, I’m more than happy to have a word.” 

Alex snorts. “Even with the Blandings?” 

Hank holds his gaze. “Especially with the Blandings.” 

Alex hums, casual, and then suddenly launches himself across the room to land on his knees at Hank’s feet. 

Oh no, Hank thinks. He’s miscalculated. The chair is not safer. In fact, nowhere is safe, not with Alex in the room. 

“Alex–” 

“We’ve done the communicating,” Alex says, and plants his hands firmly on Hank’s thighs. “That was super communicative. Don’t you think? It felt communicative to me.” 

Alex moves his hands higher. Hank tries to breathe through his nose. 

“I told you my sob story, you validated my feelings and defended my honor like I’m a chaste and virtuous maiden–great. Thumbs-up.” He does, in fact, give Hank two thumbs-up. “A-plus from the workbooks. And now…” 

Alex rubs his hands up and down Hank’s thighs. “Since we’ve done all the steps, and I’m here, and I’ve spent weeks thinking about your hands, and your shoulders, and your cock–” 

Hank chokes slightly–

“You can debauch my chaste and virtuous honor, too.” And Alex looks up at him through his eyelashes. 

He pronounces ‘debauch’ entirely incorrectly. Hank doesn’t give a shit. 

“How about you let me suck you off?” Alex says, hands inching towards Hank’s waistband. “We’ve talked about it plenty of times. How about you let me do it for real?” 

He runs his nails along Hank’s zipper. Tk-tk-tk. “Yes?” 

Communication during sexual gratification, Hank thinks inanely. “Yes.” 

“Sick,” Alex says, because he is from California, and unzips him. 

Ordinarily Hank would reach for the box of condoms under his bed (kept there because he is proactive more than anything else), but they were both tested recently. Alex took particular pleasure in telling Hank all the things he’d do to him now that they were certain they were both clean. 

Alex takes him out of his boxers. This was item one. 

There’s a warm, wet heat at his tip, and Hank groans and lets his head fall back against the mattress. 

“Good lord.” 

Alex pulls off. “Thought you were a man of science.” 

Hank can hear the smile in his voice. “I am, but I’m not sure I’ll survive this. Thought it prudent to send up a prayer, just in case.” 

Alex laughs. “Prudent.”

And then he ducks down, back on him. 

***

SUNDAY. October 9th, 6:31pm. Apartment O5. 

Scott’s whining, Logan’s happy, and nothing’s confusing anymore. 

“I knew it,” Logan mutters, smiling while he watches Scott writhe in his chair, Jean in Scott’s lap and mouthing at his neck. 

(After Alex left, Jean had awkwardly asked if Scott wanted to continue where they left off. He said yes. Then, if he was still comfortable trying out some of his fantasies. Also yes.)

Jean had insisted that real bindings were too intense for their first time–they didn’t have any, anyway–so Scott’s gripping the back of the chair with his hands, trying his damnedest not to move. Logan doesn’t usually go in for the whole ‘good boy’ thing–he doesn’t talk much during sex–but he can’t deny that Scott is being very, very good, and dammit, he wants to say it. 

“That’s good, Scott,” Logan says, then clears his throat. It feels weird. Scott’s hips buck, though. Jean turns her head to look back at Logan and nods encouragingly.
He’s not really sure how to continue on from ‘good,’ though. Jean, obviously sensing that, rolls her hips deliberately. Scott cries out. His hands fly up off the chair, but he doesn’t touch her. After a tense moment, Scott forces them back into place, shaky. 

Heat rolls through Logan. Now he sees what Jean was doing. 

“That’s it, Slim,” he says. “You just let Jeannie do what she wants.” 

Jean moans. Quieter than Scott, but still audible. Logan grunts and palms his cock. 

“Get why people like this,” he says under his breath. It’s working for him, and he hasn’t even been touched below the belt yet. 

They all decided Scott should lead, since, as Jean put it, “he knows his desires the best.” Logan thinks ‘desires’ sounds a little corny, but he didn’t say that. Probably not helpful. 

Scott decided he wanted Jean riding him and Logan watching–after a whole lot of blushing and demurring and embarrassment–so that’s what they’re doing. Go big or go home. 

Logan did say that. 

“He’s right, Scott,” Jean murmurs. “You’re doing so well. You’re so good. So pretty.” 

Scott shudders and cries out, and Logan can’t be sure, since he’s not the one actively on Scott’s dick, but he’s pretty sure he comes. 

It’s a sight to fucking see. 

Scott moans and whines, head tucked into Jean’s shoulder, hips jacking up, whimpering with every thrust, and Logan has to take his hand off his own dick so that he doesn’t follow suit. 

He stills and goes quiet, breathing hard. Jean strokes his hair and kisses him on the forehead, and then–Logan knew she had a little evil in her–rolls her hips one more time before pulling off. Scott barely musters up the energy to tie up the condom and toss it in the trash, and goes boneless against the back of the chair. 

Scott exhales and tries to push himself up. “Do you need–Jean–I’ll–” 

Jean snorts and sits on the bed. “Just rest, Scott. Take a breath.” 

Scott frowns. “But–” 

“I’m alright,” Jean says, softer now. “I want you to take a minute. That was a lot of new.” 

Scott doesn’t argue. He lies back. 

“Logan.” 

He rips his gaze from him to her. She waves him over. 

He does as she says. There’s a certain gleam in her eye when he does. She likes this. It makes him twitch. 

He stops in front of her. “How do you want me, Red?” 

***

untitled chat 

Sunday, October 9th, 10:14pm 

Warren Worthington III: We need to talk. 

Pietro Maximoff: bro 

Pietro Maximoff: give it a fucking rest 

Pietro Maximoff: are you not like. tired of this shit 

Pietro Maximoff: dinner party was shit. club night was shit. whatever tf happened on the bus that made bobby cry was shit

Pietro Maximoff: time to move on dude

Pietro Maximoff: or you’re just gonna keep dragging this shitstorm with you

Warren Worthington III is typing…

Pietro Maximoff: n if you’re gonna give me some bullshit variation of oh he’s in love w mei just want to be the bigger person n tell you bc it’s not fair to you owowowowowo 

Pietro Maximoff: you can simply fuck! right! off!

Pietro Maximoff: don’t pretend you’re anything BUT selfish

Pietro Maximoff: i know i’ve been a shithead. idc 

Pietro Maximoff: but my sister’s got a point (ew)

Pietro Maximoff: you are out here continuously pursuing a taken!!!! man!!!!!! 

Pietro Maximoff: that’s clown behavior!!!!!!!

Pietro Maximoff: so unless a) my sisters are in trouble, b) my dad is on his way to beat my ass, or c) you’re actively dying and i’m somehow your only ride to the hospital 

Pietro Maximoff: we don’t need to talk

Pietro Maximoff: do i make myself. ABUNDANTLY. clear

Read 10:20pm 

Pietro Maximoff: ok sick now get outta my face

 

superscar

(members: Jubilation Lee and Emma Frost)

Sunday, October 9th, 10:27pm

anakin: Send me the photo. 

obiwan: i am not sending you the photo

anakin: Why not???

obiwan: bc i know who you’re gonna send it to!!

anakin: I’m not sending it to anyone

obiwan: liar

anakin: I’m not lying

obiwan: lying is not the jedi way young padawan 

obiwan: you must practice honesty to practice goodness

anakin: I’m extremely honest. 

obiwan: yeah but only selectively when you want to be a bitch

obiwan: you have to be honest allllll the time

obiwan: that means no manipulation and no lying to your perfect friend jubilee

anakin: I don’t remember any “No Lying” rule in Star Wars. 

obiwan: that’s because you haven’t seen it

obiwan: which we will remedy also 

anakin: Do I get more stars if I’m honest

obiwan: yeppers

obiwan: so tell me why you want the photo of you with your shiny new starry phone case

9:38pm 

obiwan: bc you want to show maddie proof you’re being good right

anakin: Because I want to show Maddie that I have been changing and “working on myself,” yes

obiwan: good 

obiwan: here is your virtual star until i can give it to you in person ⭐️

anakin: Thank you

anakin: Can I have the photo now 

obiwan: absolutely not 

anakin: Why?! 

obiwan: bc you LOSE stars every time you talk to maddie 

obiwan: and don’t ask me why. you know why

anakin: Are you sure your desire to punish and reward me isn’t sexual? Because it seems pretty sexual from here. 

obiwan: you also lose stars for being a bitch

anakin: You mean, for being a brat? 

obiwan: THAT’S TWO STARS GONE 

anakin: NOOOOO

 

hometown schmoetown

Sunday, October 9th, 11:08pm 

burningringofire: WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK

noteasybeingreen: oh lord

noteasybeingreen: it went well? 

burningringofire: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HE HAS THE STAMINA 

noteasybeingreen: NO 

burningringofire: FIVE FUCKIN ROUNDS BABY 

noteasybeingreen: EWWWWW!!!!!!! 

burningringofire: EVERY HOUR 

noteasybeingreen: I AM GOING TO FLY TO NEW YORK 

burningringofire: ON! THE! HOUR! 

noteasybeingreen: AND KILL YOU 

burningringofire: Just hopped out of the shower and I’m clean at last 

noteasybeingreen: this is horrific 

burningringofire: Endorphins are high 

burningringofire: Body is exhausted 

burningringofire: Hank’s got a look in his eye that says we might go again 

noteasybeingreen: cannot emphasize enough how much i do NOT NEED TO KNOW THIS 

burningringofire: Be happy for me it’s been a hard semester :( 

noteasybeingreen: yes fine good job well done etc 

burningringofire: AND NOW IT’S BEEN A VERY HARD NIGHT 

noteasybeingreen: i am going to end your life

burningringofire: LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

maple bratwurst

Monday, October 10th, 6:45am 

bluemangroup: guten morgennnn our inbox is absolutely flooded 

bluemangroup sent five photos. 

bluemangroup: it seems the people of westchester had a very interesting night

burnvictimchic: that’s one word for HORNY AS FUCK my god my little blue friend WHAT WAS IN THE AIR ‼️‼️‼️⚽️😼🛹🏀♒️🎱 

burnvictimchic: btw did you know that’s what comes up when you search air in emojis

burnvictimchic: wild right 

burnvictimchic: of course petey pie and i were not exempt we also had a night of glorious and earth shattering pleasure 

burnvictimchic: and frankly i think it was good enough to earn some screentime but nooooo that would be “a lot of sex scenes in a row” and “the readers can assume that at any given time peter and i are boning down” or whateverrrrrrrr 

burnvictimchic: and now i just feel like frodo!!! keeping my secrets!!!! as if the world isn’t dying to know what gets good ol dp hot under his spandex 

bluemangroup: to be honest wade i am not dying to know 

bluemangroup: but i’m glad that you and peter enjoyed yourselves!! 

burnvictimchic: thank you flirtis kurtis you’re next 

bluemangroup: what 

burnvictimchic: what 

burnvictimchic: soooooooo who’s writing innnnnnnnnn

burnvictimchic: whose lives can we ruin this weeeeeek 🧚‍♂️🥳🦸‍♂️💃👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💖

bluemangroup: well we do have two people asking about bdsm and i don’t know what that means

bluemangroup: so i will let you take the lead on those 

burnvictimchic: kurt my friend 

burnvictimchic: you are the gift that keeps on giving

burnvictimchic: hey that’s a good place to end it don’t you think 

burnvictimchic: nice quick chap to get back in the swing of things 

bluemangroup: what???? 

burnvictimchic: LIGHTS DOWN

Notes:

wait, he still writes? I didn’t know he could do that
LET’S GET INTO IT:
- THE SUMMERS BROTHERS ARE BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER
- alex baby i am so proud of you and so is scott
-“Did cockblock you, though,” Alex says, and dodges a much harder punch, this time.’ <<< the dynamic of all time
- hank being the least stupid of the quartet…who woulda thunk
- scott being happy that hank is gossiping w alex is so fckn sweet i love him
- SCOTT IS THE BEST OLDER BROTHER. AND COOL DAD
- also obsessed w alex teasing scott about jean n logan. Real brother behavior right there
- OPEN YOUR WINDOW SDLKFJSDLK
- god this entire halex scene is one of my fav scenes I’ve written for this fic they’re just sooo
- ‘and kneels by his side like a World War 2 soldier next to his dying, homoerotic battlefield best friend.’ HELP
- ‘ and Hank is a man of science, but right now romance and fairytales sound perfect.’ What if i exploded
-i gotta gas myself up for this this whole scene is GREAT let’s go star!!!!!
-‘ “Dude,” he says, with California feeling.’ << this is maybe my fav line in the entire fic rn
- fucking LaGuardia
- ‘ To have both Summers brothers on his side again.’ oh my shayla :(
- hank ‘gay panic’ mccoy
-*yelling into megaphone* ALEX SUMMERS IS A FCKN MENACE IN THE BEDROOM. HELLO
-‘ He pronounces ‘debauch’ entirely incorrectly. Hank doesn’t give a shit.’ i am once again throwing in my halex percabeth agenda
-‘ Communication during sexual gratification, Hank thinks inanely.’ I am. Enchanted by him
- JOTTGAN SMUT AT LONG LAST. EVERYBODY CHEERED
- ‘ Logan thinks ‘desires’ sounds a little corny, but he didn’t say that. Probably not helpful.’ God he’s so me
- HELLO SAILOR
- anyway i am a dom jean truther. Xoxo
- back to the warbobbietro drama. Sigh
- love pietro like I’ve actually had enough. Stfu. Idc if bobby loves you or not mf I’m TIRED
- i am once again reiterating that i love the maximi
- jubilee n emma as obi wan and anakin is so fucking funny sorry. Picturing emma jumping out of a speeder and losing her lightsaber alkfjdsl
- ‘You mean, for being a brat?’ HELLO????????
- ‘ LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HE HAS THE STAMINA’ Alex you’re done
- “the readers can assume that at any given time peter and i are boning down” looks you in the eye that’s canonically what’s happening
- ‘ to be honest wade i am not dying to know’ I LOVE YOU KURT
- hehehehehehe

Anyway wade is right!! A nice short chap to get back in the swing of things i’faith!! I think shorter chaps = less pressure = easier to manage time and emotion wise = more frequent updates. Hopefully. No promises bc we’ve been here before and it didn’t turn out well last time

I love writing here silly little superheroes and I missed them a lot actually :/ Btw we are coming up on TWO YEARS of this fic in may!!!! Holy shit!!!!!! Thank you for sticking with it!! And for those of you who are just now arriving on the scene of the crime, welcome!! i love you!! I love all of you very very much!!!

and i need to know what everyone thinks of the recent phoenix run. Ok thanks gbye i love y’all and see you next tiiiiiiiiime

Notes:

WOOOO FIRST CHAPTER!
This is gonna be a fun and silly little text fic that I'm having fun with! I'm excited to write moreeee
Anyway hope y'all enjoyed! Lmk what you think x

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