jean understands the struggle of being able to rely on others, understands the feeling of having to constantly remind herself that she’s not alone and has people to fall back on. and though she struggles with it internally, she never shows it externally, wanting remy to know the x-men are there for him. “ sometimes i think my well thought out nature is my downfall. that it makes me too late. ” the redhead admits with a light him, offering the other a small smile. and though she knows they need some sort of plan as to how things are going to be fixed with the missing mutants, jean is exhausted from doing so. “ you’ll be the first person i call, i wouldn’t want you missing all the action. ” she teases. “ how do you feel about getting some drinks? ”
@olympianwonder – we’ll figure this out together. (Jean to Remy)
Working together might not have been something Remy was all that good at. He had only started to get into the habit of that upon joining the X-Men, and it still took a little reminding to make him remember that he was not only looking out for himself any more. “Oui, I hope we can.” He nodded at Jean. “You’re a lot better at t'inkin’ t'ings through dan I am. I usually just barge in an’ go from dere.” Remy smiled ruefully, knowing that had gotten him into trouble many times. But barging in would not solve the puzzle of the missing mutants, so they definitely needed to think. “Maybe jus’ let me know when we get t’ de point when I can blow somet'ing up, hein?”
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this was exactly what gwen had been trying to avoid. she’d been trying to avoid traumatizing her friends further after everything that had happened. truthfully, she didn’t care if her sudden appearance broke whatever fucking fabric of reality that was happening but this? seeing someone she loved so deeply in both universes standing in front of her with tears in her eyes like she’s seeing a ghost? this was the heartbreak she didn’t want to cause. the use of her full name makes gwen stop in her tracks, turning around to look at her best friend, the girl who’d stood by her through thick and thin in her world and who she could only assume did the same with the gwen here. there were subtle differences between this mj and hers but the only thing that remained the same were the eyes; an ocean of blue that could paralyze anyone in their tracks, gwen included. the blonde’s swallowing the lump that’s formed in her throat, trying her best to find the right words to say if she could even muster any up. “mary-jane… there’s an explanation for this.”
mary-jane isn’t sure she’s hurt more due to the fact that her best friend was alive once more, or that she was choosing to run from her versus face her. the gwen stacy she knows would never run from anything, and it angers the redhead to think she’d run from something like this. the death of her friend was not something mj took lightly, the incident not only tearing their friend group apart, but tearing the girl apart down to her very core. changed how she viewed the world, how she behaved, presented herself. losing both her mother and her best friend in such short notice was hard for her, so to see the blonde in front of her, alive again, brings emotions that the woman had tried to keep well hidden from the world. and she can’t help but blink away the tears that threaten to spill, eyes burning as she holds back a sob. hands are clenched at her side, curling into fists and she can feel her nails digging into her own skin. never was good with handling emotions, it’s always been overwhelming for her. and she can’t help the dry chuckle that leaves her lips when gwen speaks, a mixture of anger and confusion in her gaze. “ yeah? and what’s the explanation for my dead best friend suddenly coming back to life and trying to run and hide from me? i’d love to hear it. ”
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Pietro realized his mistake and raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, my bad. Won’t happen again.” He was just so frustrated that MJ would find trouble the second he turned away… Was this how others felt about him when he did something too impulsive? “You didn’t get hurt this time, but you’re going after this stories alone, anything could happen. Even mutants are disappearing randomly.” MJ was fierce and way stronger than she should have to be, but she was still human. “I’m just suggesting that you use all your assets and keep yourself safe.” He didn’t mean to freak out, but he would feel less scared if Mary Jane gave him a call before going on those particularly risk gigs. She was way too independent to need his or anybody else’s help, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some backup. “If you let me know when those big crimes are happening, maybe just text me about it, I’ll cover you while you cover them. Nobody will see me unless I wanna be seen, it will take me less than five minutes to be there, and I can even get you to the place faster, you know?” He shrugged, trying to be practical about it. “Besides, if you’re short on news, I can always commit some crimes for you to report on. I already do it every thursday.”
" WELL YEAH, BUT, I'M not a mutant. so those people want nothing to do with me. i’m the best type of person to go in there. ” she points out with a raised brow. it only made sense to her. she didn’t have any powers, any special gifts that would make her stand out in the crowd. she was human, and the only threat she had were her smarts and her courage. and though she understands pietros frustrations, she’s not about to put an actual target in danger. “ i’m not gonna run the chance of you or anyone else getting taken! i’d never be able to live with myself if that happened. ” and she couldn’t allow her pride nor her ego to be bruised by accepting help, she’d grown up looking over her shoulder her whole life. stays silent as he speaks, lips pulling down into a slight frown. “ i’m sorry, i didn’t know it’d worry you so much. ” she does feel guilty for worrying them, just trying to be as much help as she can for those who are in danger. parts her lips to speak but is quick to close them after a moment. her hands falling to rest in her lap. she knows asking for help isn’t bad, so, after a long moment of silence she musters up the smallest smile. “ i have a lead on an abandoned warehouse if... you wanna help me. ”
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“it is my pleasure, it’s nice to have a chance to relax and free my mind a bit.” the witch smiled towards her friend, taking a sip from her own chai tea as her gaze wandered across the different floral arrangements the garden held. she turned back to jean and noticed her smile begin to falter, nodding in agreement. “i understand, if i let my thoughts get the better of me i feel i would snap again.” there was slight hesitation in her tone, memories of a place wanda didn’t want to find herself in again flashed through her mind. knowing what was happening with the disappearances and the worry she felt for her own family only made her heart beat faster and she quickly took a sip of her drink to try to calm herself. no, she wasn’t holding up well and she wasn’t about to open up to just anyone; but there was so much the two mutants shared, the similar experiences they both had. it was different with jean. “i have been better. i feel a little hopeless, i try to do what i can to help but somehow i just seem to make it worse.” with a prolonged sigh, she turned to jean with a faint smile. “but i am so sorry, jean. it must be so difficult for you all in the mansion.”
IS HAPPY TO HEAR that her friend is able to relax for even a moment as the two stroll through the paths of the mansions garden. they always brought a calming sense when walking through them. jean knows the situation at hand isn’t easy for any of them, and with all wanda has went through, jean can only imagine how it must feel. offers the other a gentle smile as she speaks, fingers reaching to gently squeeze wanda’s shoulders. “ you’re not alone this time, wanda. ” the feeling of having no one to turn to being something jean has grown all too familiar with over the years. many times her own mind breaking because of it, succumbing to things jean would never discuss with anyone, not even scott most times. it’s shameful for her, what she’s done, but she knows wanda was someone who would never judge her, that she was one of, if not the only person who understood her. they understood each other. “ we’re both not alone this time. ” returns the faint smile after she takes a sip of her drink. “ i can’t lie, things are... rather tense at the mansion, and i’m not sure if keeping us all under the same roof is a good thing or not, but it’s tough for all mutants. none of us can seem to catch a break. ”
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“They’re going to tell some kind of story whether you like it or not, wouldn’t you rather we make sure it’s true?”
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Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”
[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]
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" everything's falling apart. " (for Cassie)
THE BLONDE ISN'T SURE what to say at first, lips pulling into a sympathetic frown as she places a gentle hand on the others shoulder. even after years of doing so, cassie’s never felt she was the greatest at comforting others and truthfully? she didn’t know what to say. it’s not like pietro was wrong, everything around them seemingly did feel like it was falling apart and she’s not sure how to fix it. and she cant, not really, but she wants to. “ don’t talk like that, pietro. ” tries to give him a reassuring grin but it doesn’t match her gaze. the amazon is just as afraid as the rest of them, the fear of not knowing who’s next always a thought in the back of her mind. “ we’re gonna fix this, i’m sure of it. the justice league and the x-men know what they’re doing, and with the help of the avengers and a little bit of trust, i’m sure we’ll get this sorted out soon. ”
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𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 . ( soft angst starters. )
❛ i can’t do this without you . ❜
❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together . ❜
❛ please don’t leave me alone . ❜
❛ i don’t want to know . ❜
❛ just go . get out of here , go . ❜
❛ i can’t even trust myself , anymore . ❜
❛ there’s nothing left for me here . ❜
❛ i still need you . ❜
❛ i only wanted to help . ❜
❛ why are you doing this ? ❜
❛ tell me it’s not true . please . ❜
❛ i have to do this alone . ❜
❛ how did you get this scar ? ❜
❛ you don’t have to tell me . ❜
❛ don’t yell at me . ❜
❛ i never meant to hurt you . ❜
❛ things are getting bad again . ❜
❛ you should go . ❜
❛ you’ve said enough . ❜
❛ how dare you ? ❜
❛ why are you still here ? ❜
❛ you deserve better . ❜
❛ i don’t want to talk about it . ❜
❛ how can i fix this ? ❜
❛ why do you hate me ? ❜
❛ i just want to feel something . ❜
❛ don’t lie to me . ❜
❛ did you ever care about me ? ❜
❛ i don’t regret any of it . not a single thing . ❜
❛ how could you say that ? ❜
❛ i never asked for this . ❜
❛ this isn’t you . ❜
❛ i need to go . i can’t be here . ❜
❛ what’s that supposed to mean ? ❜
❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this . ❜
❛ thank you for being gentle with me . ❜
❛ how can i possibly trust you ? after all you’ve done ? ❜
❛ don’t run away from this . ❜
❛ you don’t understand . ❜
❛ please , i can’t do this right now . ❜
❛ can you forgive me ? ❜
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[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin — cassie from step
[ ✉ → steph ♥. ] : steph... are you and tim up to trouble? i just got the EXACT same text from him at the exact same time you sent this.
[ ✉ → steph ♥. ] : you guys better not be getting drunk without me... i’m gonna be real butt hurt if u did >:00
[ ✉ → steph ♥. ] : you know what, both of you stay put i’ll be over there asap. cassie to the rescue!
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[text] You don’t need this shit. - roy to cassie !
[ ✉ → roy h. ] : what else am i supposed to do? everyone around me thinks i’m just a kid, no matter what i do. when i’m NOT.
[ ✉ → roy h. ] : i’m tired of having to prove myself over and over again, i dunno what else to do roy. i just wanna be seen as good of a leader as diana or donna ://
[ ✉ → roy h. ] : it sucks.
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( @winterircn ) gaze is focused on her laptop as she types away at the new tip someone had sent her, happy to see that her tip line was getting good use! it’d been quiet the past few days as far as information goes, so to keep herself busy and out of the house she’s been applying for gigs and doing photo shoots to further her modeling career. and she doesn’t notice the man at first, glancing up to take a look at the time as it’s well into the night before doing a double take to see tony stark in front of her. “ oh, uh mr. stark hey! ” offers a smile but can’t help the confused look she gives the other. no offense to the business man but she didn’t expect him to be hanging out in a small cafe tucked into the streets of downtown. “ didn’t expect to see you here. ” doesn’t mean to be blunt but it’s simply part of her nature, never being one to beat around the bush. “ what uh, what are you doing here? ”
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( @siltedmemories ) it’s day 3 of practically no sleep as jean skims through the new documents that were released earlier in the evening. it seemed every day there were new disappearances, new leads, new information but it all lead to the same thing; nothing. she’d read through countless pages of information yet nothing seemed to lead to anything, and it frustrates her. so many people were working on this yet none of them were able to solve anything. it keeps her awake at night, and it doesn’t help that the only time she does sleep, she’s haunted by familiar nightmares, and doesn’t allow herself to sleep longer than a few minutes in fear of losing control when asleep. familiar feeling that trickles down her spine is what pulls her from her thoughts, heavy sigh falling from her lips. she feels him before he even enters, chest growing heavy as green hues focus on the pale moon dimly glowing outside the window. it’s no lie she’s tried avoiding both him and the situation ever since she’s come back, still unsure of how to handle all that’s happened, and she’s not sure she ever will. doesn’t turn to him as she hears him enter, instead turns the page to the next report, air around them heavy as she speaks. “ can’t sleep? ”
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watching cass go on to take the mantle that donna once held so close to her heart was once odd but rewarding. it had been the natural older sister moment watching proudly as she went on to lead her own team across the country while donna kicked back with the titans still unable to resolve some lingering tension from her younger years. “ richard is that you? “ donna jokes, hands removing the younger girls from her eyes. “ miss you kicking ass without me? no way. “
CASSIE OFTEN TIMES feels that she doesn’t live up to the name given to her, knowing there could only ever be one donna troy. but she reminds herself this is her own story and her own chance to make a legacy. “ i dunno if i should be honored or offended by that statement. ” walks around to greet her sister face to face. it was good to see her, and she can’t help the grin that forms. “ awe come on, d. y’know it’s never the same if you’re not by my side! "
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(¸.• ♛ → a small smile was on her lips, looking at the blonde. “no need to thank me, i’m happy to hang out with you, cassie.” besides, she also needs the break and doing this wasn’t like an obligation or anything like that, she enjoys spending time with her friends. “not yet..but i was thinking like some casual dress, i love those.”
SPENDING TIME WITH friends was always difficult when living the life of a superhero, there was hardly any time to see those outside of your team so cassie appreciates the other being here. “ how are things going for you? it’s been a minute since we spoke. ” continues to comb through the isles of clothing, nodding at karas words. “ what about this one? ” pulls out a simple purple flowy dress. “ i think it’d look perfect on you! ”
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Jean had a point, of course she did. Pietro didn’t mind putting himself in danger, but he had no intention of dragging others with him. “Okay, Miss Grey, I’ll refrain from doing anything too… me.” He gave in, not affected by the sharpness in her voice. “It’s just hard to stay still when any of us could go at any moment. How’s the morale at the mansion, anyway?” The Xavier mansion sure had the highest number of mutants per area in town, and Pietro was no idea how they were all taking it. Lots of superpowerful, strong headed, stressed people in one place was rarely a good idea, but somehow it seemed to work for the X-Men. It was quite impressive. “You guys must be keeping tabs on everyone, right? Noticed any patterns yet?” As far as Pietro knew, the disappearances seemed random. The only thing they had in common is that they were mutants. That didn’t help them to figure out a suspect, or a motive, or a way to prevent new cases.
" ONLY MY STUDENTS call me ms. grey, you can just call me jean, pietro. " and his next few words don't please her. was never fond of those who seemed to throw themselves around so carelessly, even if sometimes she herself did the same thing. " they seem to prefer people who aren't in groups, so running off by yourself only puts you at more risk. and your sister doesn't deserve to go through that. " knows the maximoff twins have already suffered enough as is, and jean isn't sure she'll be able to handle another loss to the x-men. folds her arms across her chest, and he's not exactly wrong. scott, emma, and herself were doing everything they could to figure out what's happening, but coming up empty handed helped no one. " no, we've yet to discover anything that we don't already know. we're just as frustrated as you, i promise. "
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