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ofstoriesandstardust · 9 months

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince (b.r.b.)

note: if this fic looks familiar to you... well, that's because it's been here before. and the response was less than kind but i've cleaned a house a bit since then so it's coming back. remember that this fic is told with intertwining timelines and if you have something mean to say you'll get blocked. enjoy the read (or re-read!) :)

summary: The year Bradley left and the year he returned.

same mistakes

warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions, my general same mistakes warnings

word count: 4.9k

“It’s been a long time coming/it’s me and you”

You slip out into the warm September air from Sarah’s car.

“Bye! Have a good-”

The door shuts as you tug your bag higher on to your shoulder. You take a deep breath, beginning the walk down the stairs to the courtyard.

Almost immediately, the whispers begin.

“Did you hear-”

“Bradshaw won’t speak to her anymore-”

“Feel kind of bad-”

“How could she-”

“I hear her Dad put her into therapy-”

“Heard she kinda lost it-”

“Bradshaw is better off-”

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing to block the words out.

They didn’t know a single thing about you nor your family. They just knew what Bradley had reveled in telling them, with no care to the fact that you had to come back to this place.

You feel someone watching you, causing your eyes to fly open. Across the hall is Sienna and Ben, Matt and Madison, Andrew joining them from around the corner. And there, at the head of the group, is Paige.

Just a year younger than her older brother Lucas, Paige was someone who had spent so much time in your house. Where Bradley went, Lucas followed, and where Lucas went, so did Paige.

While Lucas graduated the year before with Bradley, you and Paige were in the same class together, had been since their family, also Navy, relocated to the Miramar base in the 4th grade.

Paige, who’d sworn she'd be caught dead before hanging out with the likes of Sienna and Ben, after you’d caught Ben cheating on you with the girl who was supposed to be your best friend just less than six months prior.

The bell ringing, signaling the need to head for your homeroom, does nothing to alleviate the weight of the year that you know is in front of you.

Bradley squeezes your hand as you walk up the steps of the house (read: mansion) April had rented for her birthday.

“You excited?”

You shrug, stepping closer to Bradley as an ocean breeze blows through.

“Are you?”

He nods. “It’ll be fucking amazing to see everyone. It’s been a few years since the whole group has been together. I mean I’ve seen Lucas and Paige any time we’re all in town, and Morgan has finally re-located back here, but I haven’t seen Andrew in like six or seven years.”

You swallow, feeling your nerves grow as you walk up the stone steps.

It felt like you were walking towards the death sentence of your relationship, uncertain about what (or rather, who) you would face on the other side of that heavy oak door.

Bradley rings the doorbell as he says, “Actually, Andrew texted me to ask if I was bringing you.”

Your stomach drops as you hear movement on the other side of the door. “Why?”

He shrugs. “The dude’s always been nosy. I think-”

You never know what Bradley is going to say as the front door opens, revealing a grinning April.

“Bradshaw!” She shouts, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Happy to be here.” He says, words muffled into the girl’s shoulder. She lets him go, her smile equally as blinding when she sees you.

“You actually brought your girlfriend. Was starting to think you were hiding mini Mitchell away from us.”

She pulls you into a hug of her own, but it’s not fast enough, you catching Jameson Hall over her shoulder as he pokes his head around the wall to see who’s arrived.

You don’t miss the way his eyes widen and the way he chokes on his drink.

“Maybe you should join the cross-country team, I know tryouts are this Tuesday.” Ice says nonchalantly over dinner.

You raise an eyebrow. “Why?”

He shrugs. “It’ll be good for you to get out of the house, focusing on other… things.”

He says things in such a way that you know really means Bradley but no one was really willing to discuss his absence, not since that last night at Ice and Sarah’s.

“Plus, didn’t you get into running after seeing that grief counselor?”

Your Dad had put you and Bradley both into grief counseling when Carole passed in the spring, but you’d only gone for three sessions before seeing the old dude with an office that smelled like fish and a receding hairline had gotten to be too irritating as he tried to tell you how you were supposed to feel.

The only thing that had come out of the sessions was the suggestion of picking up an activity that allowed you to decompress and focus on other things. And you leaned into running, something that Slider teased you for doing willingly.

They didn’t need to know that every time you went a run, you went running to see if this would be the time you’d run so far you never came back.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thanks for inviting us, April.” Bradley says, the girl shutting the door behind you as the two of you step into the foyer.

“Of course, I’m happy you guys came. You guys are earlier than the rest, you know how it is. Angelina and Jameson are in the living room-” She pauses as you both see the ill-hidden twitch of Bradley's lips. She holds up a hand, cutting off whatever he’s going to say. “Save it, Bradshaw. I already know.”

He shrugs. “Good.”

“Anyways, they’re in the living room and Alex is in the kitchen. Morgan and Paige are out by the pool, and Lucas and Andrew are on their way. I invited Ben and Sienna as well-”

Now, it’s your turn to raise any eyebrow. “April, that’s not funny.”

She gives you a weird look. “I wasn’t kidding, I-”

You sigh, letting Bradley’s hand fall. “I need alcohol if I’m gonna deal with the two of them.”

“Oh, c’mon, it was like two decades ago-”

“April.” Bradley says sternly as you turn, walking through the door next to you, avoiding the living room.

It takes you a few minutes to find the kitchen in the house, Alex perking up when you do.

“Hey mini Mitchell-”

“Why the hell did April invite Ben and Sienna?”

The question is rhetorical as you wrench the fridge door open, but Alex sighs. “Because my little sister has always cared more about being liked than being a decent friend. Hey, I hear you and Bradshaw are finally together. Congrats, that’s a long time coming.”

“Shut up Alex.” You mumble, popping the can open.

Your skin is sticky with sweat, but even that can’t stop the little skip in your step as you fish through your bag for your car keys.

You weren’t sure why you’d ended up trying out for the cross-country team like Ice had suggested, but it had felt so good to hear that you’d made the team.

Sure, they kind of accepted everyone who could run a decent mile pace but you aren’t sure that really mattered to you.

You finally had something that was yours.

Someone calls your name and you turn, catching sight of Morgan, the captain of the cross-country team for the last three years.

She offers you a beaming smile, tossing her bag into the back of the truck. “Congrats on making the team.”

You run her smile, feeling your cheeks go a little warm. “Thanks.”

She nods. “I’m glad you tried out. We don’t get a lot of upper-classmen trying out and I bet it can be kind of intimidating trying out for the team as a senior.”

You shrug. “Well, my godfather kind of suggested it. He thinks I need an activity, so…”

Her eyes are filled with mirth as she lets out a little laugh. “Makes sense. Say, uh, the other seniors and I are going to get ice cream. Would you want to join us?”

You begin to rock back and forth on your heels. “I don’t know…” You trail off, unsure if the invitation was genuine or a nicety.

Morgan was a leader as much as she was kind, why she had earned the role of Captain as a sophomore. She’d never let anyone feel unwelcome or excluded.

She shrugs. “It’s up to you, but we’d love to have you. If not, you should at least join us at the team barbeque at my house this weekend.”

You swallow. Dad was all about you making new friends and Sarah was always encouraging you to give people a shot so- what did you have to lose?

“Yeah, why not? My homework can wait a few more hours.”

You can hear people filling up the house as you stand in the kitchen, avoiding leaving and seeing people you’d rather not.

“Hey.” Alex whispers, glancing back out towards the source of the sound. “Now, you didn’t hear this from me, but Jameson filed for divorce last weekend. They haven’t told anyone yet.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Wait, why?”

Alex drops his voice even lower. “Apparently, Angelina slept with one of the Chippendales dancers on a trip to Vegas a few months ago. Jameson just found out.” Your eyes widen at the information and Alex nods. “Yeah, sometimes how we get them is how we lose them. C’mon, let’s go join the group.”

You follow Alex, despite the fact that you’re still reeling. “How am I supposed to pretend to be normal?”

He shrugs. “Just play along.”

The two of you don’t get very far before you’re intercepted by someone who looks oddly familiar to you, Bradley at her shoulder.

You blink.

“Senior night is tonight?” Your Dad asks as you step off the last step. You wince, turning to face him, the letterman jacket you’d be instructed to wear suddenly feeling too heavy.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? This is so exciting-”

“I didn’t think you’d have time to go.”

He deflates at the flat tone in your voice, the paper crinkling in his fingers. “Well, I’d- I’d like to go if you want me there.”

“If you want.”

“Are- are you leaving right now?”

You nod, feeling the keys grow sweaty in your hand as you stare at your Dad, who seems to be growing smaller.

“Yeah. The meet is at 4, senior celebration at 6.”

“Well, I- uh, why don’t I meet you down at the school?”

“Sure Dad.”

“Hey!” The girl says brightly.

“Hi?”

A soft smile plays on her face. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

Bradley sighs, taking your hand. He intertwines your fingers, the rough calluses of his palm comforting you as he does. “You remember Janie, yeah?”

Alex lets out a laugh and an “Oh shit.” from his place next to you, lifting his hand to try and hide it.

“Have you ever thought about minding your own business Alex?” Janie asks, a smile still on her face.

“Have you ever known me to?” He shoots back. “But, alas,” he sighs, “I have enough respect for these two to start now.”

Alex disappears into the crowd, as Bradley’s grip on your hand tightens.

“I was just telling Bradley how happy it made me to hear that the two of you were finally together.”

Janie and Bradley had started dating just weeks before Carole had shared her diagnosis with the two of you. She’d tried to see him through it, coming to the hospital and cooking and getting his missing homework assignments, but after months of things getting worse with no end in sight, she’d broken up with him.

In hindsight, Bradley hadn’t even been all that sad, saying it was a mutual decision, that he needed to focus on his Mom before he could focus on a girlfriend.

“I always kind of hoped, you know, that after Brad and I broke up, that the two of you would figure things out. I always knew you liked him.”

You swallow. “Janie-”

“No, no, it’s okay!” She exclaims, waving a hand. “Really. Even then, I knew, and honestly, I was okay with it. The two of you were meant for each other. It wouldn’t have been right if it had been me and Bradley who’d ended up together. It was always meant to be the two of you. ‘Bout broke my heart when I heard the two of you weren’t speaking to each other.”

“Thank you, Janie.” You tell her honestly. “That’s- that’s incredibly kind of you to say.”

“Well, I mean every word of it.”

“Yo, Bradshaw!” Someone shouts and all three of you turn to the sound of voices entering the crowded living room.

Bradley’s face lights up, his hand leaving yours as he goes to hug the man. “Andrew!”

“God, you’d think they were dating.” You mutter into your drink, earning a chuckle from Janie.

You and your Dad walk in silence out to your separate vehicles. Any conversation he’d tried to start after the meet had been ignored, you desperate just to get home after seeing who’d be in the crowd tonight.

Why couldn’t they all just fucking leave you alone? You hadn’t done anything, not to them, not to Bradley. They didn’t even like cross-country-

“Hey.” Morgan calls, followed by the sound of a car door opening. “Mitchell.”

You swallow as you turn, gripping your track bag.

“Hi Morgan.”

She watches you with guarded eyes, leaning up against the side of her truck. “You know, when you tried out for the team, I wasn’t sure what to expect. You know, Bradshaw didn’t have a whole lot of nice things to say about you, so I’m pleasantly surprised by how you’ve done this season.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you take a step closer. “You know Bradley? I didn’t know that.”

She nods. “Friends since freshman year.”

Horror dawns on you as your stomach drops. “And you ran to him the minute I joined the team. Everything that I’ve told you this season, everything I’ve confided in you this season as my friend, you turned around and told him?”

As Morgan more or less confirms your words, it feels like the bottom is falling out on your life. You swallow down the nausea rising in your throat, the burning feeling making it all worse.

“Why would you do that? Why would you do that to me?”

“Oh, mini Mitchell.” Andrew sighs, from behind you. “Always with that victim complex of yours.”

“So is it true?” Andrew says with a grin as he pulls away, leaving his hands on Bradley’s shoulders.

“Is what true?”

“You and mini Mitchell, man! Did the two of you finally make it happen?”

Bradley chuckles as he nods. “Yeah, yeah, she came with me tonight.” He takes a few steps back, nodding to you as he does. Andrew’s face lights up, hand outstretched as he does.

“Mini Mitchell! How’ve you been?” Your eyes flicker down to his hand and back up to his face.

“You really expect me to shake your hand, Andrew? Really, after everything?”

His face falls, confusion taking over. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I remember the last thing you had to say to me not being very kind.”

“Damn, it’s been like twenty years, can you not let that shit go? You hold a grudge as bad as Bradshaw. Then again, he’s fucking you, so I can kinda see why he let that go.”

Your eyes narrow as they shoot over to Jameson.

Why in the world was he choosing to get involved?

“Jameson, isn’t your wife cheating on you?” You ask, tilting your head. He falls silent, shrinking back into the couch. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

You turn, spotting Andrew leaned up against his car. His trunk is open, where Ben and Sienna are sat, Paige next to them. Lucas is leaned up against the opposite side of the car.

You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes. “I’m being ambushed in the parking lot of my own senior night.” You say miserably, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Bradley has had one hell of a lot to say about you.” Lucas comments, folding his arms.

“You guys used to be my friends.”

“Kind of hard to be friends with someone as awful as you.” Paige responds. You can do nothing but look at them, tears already trickling down your face.

This felt like betrayal in the worst way.

And it was all Bradley’s fault.

“Look, the bottom line here, mini Mitchell, is that you’re just a bitch. You’ve done the worst things you could do to someone and you’ve never once taken accountability or responsibility for what you’ve done to him. You’ve never once apologized and you just expect us to let that all go?” Andrew heaves a dramatic sigh, pushing himself off his car. “Then again, everyone has always liked him more than we liked you. You’re like a leech we can’t get rid of. Life-sucking.”

Your feet move before you give them permission, turning as your Dad calls out. Your tears are burning, same as your chest, as you slam your car door shut, throwing your bag into the back with little care as a sob bubbles out.

“Whoa, the tension is high in here.” Ben jokes.

Your throat grows tight at the sandy-haired boy, the shiny ring on Sienna’s finger. Bradley steps back, pressing a hand to your shoulder.

April huffs. “This is what I get for having friends who can hold a grudge like nobody’s business.”

Sienna laughs lightly, moving to give the girl a hug. The tightness in your throat blossoms into your chest as Sienna’s vision pivots to you.

She says your name softly, offering you a smile. “Would it be wrong to give you a hug?”

“Twenty years no apology from you and you want a hug.”

Your voice crackles somewhere along the way as you cross your arms, hoping to protect yourself from her.

“Don’t tell me you're still mad about that.” Ben says.

“How could I not be? My best friend fucked my boyfriend while one of the people who raised me was lying in a hospital bed dying of cancer.”

“Well, if you aren’t gonna put out sweetheart, you shouldn’t be surprised I found it somewhere else.”

Your body fully recoils at Ben’s words, disgust ripping through you.

“Fuck you. You have no idea what I’ve been through, how badly what you did fucked me up. I did not deserve that.” You say emphatically, tears tracking down your face. You wipe at them to little avail, before straightening up. “Fuck this, I’m a fucking one percent Navy pilot, I don’t deserve this-”

“I mean, don’t you?”

It all goes silent in the room as everyone looks at Paige.

“I mean, it’s not exactly like the Navy’s fond of you. There’s a reason why your old team hated you so.” She says, a coy smile playing on her lips. “There’s a reason why that all played out the way it did. You’re no victim in all this, sweetheart.”

“Paige, shut up.” Bradley’s words are sharp. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that. You know nothing.”

She smirks. “I’d bargain I know a hell of a lot more than you do. And I’m sure that we’ll be able to talk about all of that, when you realize what the rest of us do that this won’t last-”

“Okay, wait, that’s enough-” April intervenes, but it’s too late, you already shouldering past the people in the house.

You’re trying to gulp for air when you finally make it outside, fighting off the sobs.

Bradley’s only a few steps behind you, offering hurried apologies. You shake your head, desperately swallowing around the lump in your throat.

“Please just take me home Bradley.”

You’re unable to stop the flow of tears as you dial the number scrawled out in Ice’s handwriting on the scrap piece of paper.

Ice had tracked down a number for “emergency purposes” though you aren't sure how. Still, now though, it didn’t matter as you sink to the floor of Ice’s study, unable to take it anymore.

You hear the line come alive and a muffled, groggy “Hello?”, a voice you never thought you’d hear again.

“Bradley.” You whimper. “I want you to come home. Please come home. I don’t want to fight any more. No one is gonna win here. Please, please, please God, please just come home.”

You hiccup as your sobs catch up to you and you think you can hear him let out a breath from the other side.

“Please B, I’m so sorry for whatever it is I did, please you have to believe me. Plea-”

The line goes dead.

“Why are you people always in my house?”

Fanboy turns, grinning at you as he clutches the spatula. Bob is next to him, stirring something on the stove. Your eyes flash over to Javy, who’s sitting at the kitchen table.

“You know when I gave you a key, this is not what I intended.”

“We’re making you breakfast, at least try to be grateful.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a look before joining him at the kitchen table.

“So how was the party last night?” Bob asks, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

You make a displeased sound in your throat, shaking your head. “Awful.”

“What happened?”

“Just… stupid shit. A bunch of kids from my high school were there, including these two Navy brats I grew up with and one of them said something kind of fucked.”

“What’d they say?” Bob asks curiously.

“Just something to the extent that I deserved what I got from my old team.”

Bob shakes his head while Fanboy pulls a face.

“Where do you keep finding these people?” Javy asks incredulously.

“They’re Bradley’s friends.” You say with a shrug, watching Bob and Fanboy turning back to the stove.

You realize belatedly they’re making eggs benedict, a favorite of yours.

“What did they say?” Javy asks, his voice a little lower.

You shake your head, signaling to him that you don’t want to talk about it. You chew your lip for a few minutes before you lower your voice, watching Bob and Fanboy carefully.

“I did some digging last night on the girl who said that, where she’d been stationed where she might have heard about that.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Javy nod, showing you that he’s listening. “Her brother has always worked as an engineer, followed in their Dad’s footsteps, but she went a different route and worked in communications.” You swallow, looking at Javy. “She was there, on that aircraft carrier when we went down. She knew what they did.” You all but whisper as the pieces fall into place on his face. “It’s all still following me.”

The dinky little cell he’d gotten when moved out to UVA buzzed against his cheek. He blinks a few times, barely lifting his head up from the pillow to glance at the screen.

He didn’t recognize the number, but he knew the 619 area code meant it was a San Diego number.

He felt a tug in his gut against his better judgment and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Bradley.” She whimpers. “I want you to come home. Please come home. I don’t want to fight any more. No one is gonna win here. Please, please, please God, please just come home.”

Please don’t cry, he thinks. Please don’t cry, because if you cry, I’ll cry-

She hiccups from the other line and his chest begins to ache.

He lets out a breath, mind whirring as he searches for something to say to her to make it all better.

“Please B, I’m so sorry for whatever it is I did, please you have to believe me. Plea-”

And then he remembers.

His fingers move before his heart realizes it, ending the call.

The screen goes dark as he slumps back against his pillows.

You hear the Bronco before you see it and you hear Bradley before you see him.

You’re standing in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from breakfast, the boys long gone.

You pause in your movements, as you wait for Bradley to say something, but he doesn’t.

“B?” You toss out cautiously, setting the soapy sponge down. “Is that you?”

He appears in the kitchen a moment later, looking haggard, though you can’t say that you probably fare much better at the moment.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers hoarsely. “So sorry.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you wipe your hands off on a dishtowel, walking over to him.

“What? What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry that I hung up on you that night. You were in so much pain and I- I had no idea how awful they were to you. I had no idea what they had been saying and- and- and- here you were asking for help and I just ignored you. I was being selfish and I-”

“Bradley.” You whisper, reaching out for him. “What- Where is any of this even coming from? I’m not angry at you for that any more, you know that.”

“But I’m angry at me. And you should be too. What I did was fucked up and you just forgave me-”

“I did not forgive you overnight, you know that.” Your eyes search his, finally deciding to take his hand and intertwine your fingers. “B, I’m- I’m kind of lost. Where is any of this coming from?”

He heaves, his chest shuddering. “April called me this morning. Apologized profusely for how last night went, that she knew better than to stick you in that room with those people, that she should’ve known how badly they hurt you. But I didn’t- I didn’t know about them-” His breath keeps catching on his words and your concern grows. “I didn’t know about them showing up at your senior night.” He finally lets out in a hushed whisper. “I didn’t know.”

Your face falls as you squeeze his hand. “Let’s- let’s go sit on the couch.”

Bradley nods and you follow him out to the living room. He wipes at his eyes before sitting on the couch, you following behind him.

“I didn’t know what Andrew said. I had no idea they’d shown up there to taunt you. I- I- I- never would have let them get away with saying it.”

“They weren’t the only ones saying it.” You whisper. “Bradley, they just repeated what the whole school was.”

“And it was all my fault-”

“Bradley.” You say sternly. “I’m not going to sit here and say you don’t carry some responsibility in how it all played out. But I forgave you for all that. Neither of us were kind to each other in those years, you have to know that. I carry just as much responsibility as you do. And you’ve apologized, recognized that you hurt me. I’m not mad anymore.”

“So you can forgive me, but not them?”

“For the record, none of them except Morgan has ever offered me an apology. So I don’t know why I'd forgive them for things they aren't sorry for. Second of all, they have done and said things to me that you would never dream of doing and that’s what sets you apart. And yeah, maybe they’re right that I do know how to hold a grudge. I know that I hold what Ben and Sienna did to me a little too close to my heart, that them turning their backs on me cut deep. But I don’t hold that against you.”

Your fingers rest in Bradley’s curls as he sniffs. “I should’ve been there-”

“You’re here now. That’s what matters to me.” You take his hand again with your free one, gently kissing his knuckles as you do so. “I love you.”

His eyes water before he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. “I love you too.”

You smile softly at him, pressing another kiss to his hand. “I know.”

The two of you sit there for a few minutes before you sigh. “Fanboy and Bob broke into my house to make eggs benedict this morning and there’s some leftovers I just put in the fridge. I can warm you up some if you haven’t eaten yet-”

“I don’t want you to think that we aren’t going to last.”

You pause, halfway up from the couch. “What?”

“What Paige said last night. That they think we aren’t going to last. I don’t think that and I don’t want you to think that either.”

You falter, sitting back down on the couch. “I-”

“It was bullshit and it’s not what I believe. I want us to last, more than anything else in this whole world. I know it’s only been just over a year but-” Bradley takes a shuddering breath. You’re my best friend in the whole world. I want you as long as you want me here and I know we’ve had our shit over the last year, we’ve had our fights and our people from the past but I don’t care about any of that as long as it’s you and me.”

“It’s always gonna be you and me.” You pause before sighing dramatically. “Well, maybe you, me, and a dog. If that’s okay.”

The corners of his lips twitch upwards, giving you a ghost of a smile. “Perhaps.”

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My Future in You | 1.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: minor smut, eventual accidental pregnancy, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, no major warnings in this chapter

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“I’m sorry… you’re pregnant? - You’re in your second trimester and you’re just now telling us?” Paige frowns, lips parting, brows furrowed.

You shift awkwardly, nodding softly.

“And my parents kicked me out. And Ryan isn’t the dad.” Your roommates have begun to know Ryan well by this point, he’s been stopping by more and more. You see him almost every day at the moment.

“Well, then, who’s the dad?” Casey’s taking this better than the others, she has had her suspicions.

“Jake’s friend. His name is Bradley, he was here last Wednesday.”

“That guy? - I slept with him last September!” Emily gasps. All eyes turn towards her.

You wish you could say that the information surprised you. She gives you an almost apologetic look. You shrug. If you lost sleep over everyone that Bradley has hooked up with, you wouldn’t sleep until the baby’s born.

“Does Ryan know?” Paige asks gently. You quickly shake your head at her.

“No, but look,” You push yourself to your feet and lift your sweater. All three of their lips part in unison as they realise that this isn’t a prank. There’s certainly a roundness to your stomach, a structured curve starting to form. “I have to tell him. And since the last time someone found out, my parents disowned me - I figured I could use some practice.”

This probably wasn’t the best time to drop a bombshell on them. Paige’s boyfriend is on Jake’s team, you’re about to go to their game - you were offered a hard seltzer and now you’re here, telling them everything.

Your roommates take it better than expected. They’re most upset that you didn’t tell them sooner, especially about what had happened with your parents. But, they’re happy if you’re happy. You think you are. Most days recently you are.

You’re just terrified about telling Ryan.

He’s going to be there tonight. He’s a photographer part time, he takes pictures for a bunch of UVA events. Tonight included. Jake, Bradley, Ryan and all of your friends. At least you’ll have support if it blows up in your face.

You’re running kind of late - traffic - the team’s already out on the field when you arrive. Paige is hurrying you along to grab seats. You spot the number fourteen out on the field immediately, white lettering on the back of Bradley’s Navy coloured jersey. You almost trip as Paige tugs at your hand, head whipping around to look at her, wide eyed.

She apologises but continues hurrying. Your eyes land on Ryan, he’s standing at the bottom of the stands with a camera up to his eye.

“I’ll catch up. I just wanna say hi.” You wave Paige off, already making your way over to him. It’s cold, almost February already, you’re wearing a big coat. He’s seen you naked plenty over the course of the last month, but you’re starting to worry that he’s going to figure it out just by looking at you. You stop by his side. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby,” Ryan smiles warmly, already reaching out for you with one arm as his other hand holds his camera. Your cheeks fill with heat as he kisses your mouth. You can feel your friends watching your interaction with him. Knowing what they know. Knowing he has no idea at all. “How’s my girl doing?”

You smile sheepishly at him. Your heart aches. You want this to work out so bad.

“Good. I’m good.” You tell him, leaning forwards to brush a curl back off of his face. He grins at the affectionate gesture. “I was thinking that maybe you and I could go for dinner after the game. I have something that I wanted to tell you.”

Ryan’s smile doesn’t falter in the slightest. He has no reason to think that it might be bad news. Well, it isn’t bad news. It’s just that he might consider it to be bad news. You know that you would if you were in his shoes.

“I’d love to.”

You hum happily, leaning in and kissing his mouth sweetly. Ryan’s arm squeezes around your waist, holding you close against him.

Bradley rolls his neck as he watches the interaction, then shakes his head softly and turns back towards his team. Jake shoots him a look and shakes his head. Bradley nods.

They have an agreement that Bradley is going to behave or Jake is going to have to break his nose.

As much as Bradley isn’t a fan of the idea, he has to admit that he doesn’t find Ryan much of a threat. You like him because he’s a musician and he can talk about his feelings. Bradley was in piano lessons until his sophomore year of high school and therapy until his freshman year. He’s experienced with both.

He’s taller, stronger - probably not smarter but has a lot else to offer. Bradley’s certain that if he put his mind to it, he would be able to knock Ryan’s skinny ass out of the picture with impressive speed.

But, his agreement with Jake prevents him from doing so.

Besides, Bradley has been thinking about it more and more. The more he continues to stand between you and whoever you decide to date, the more you’ll be on his ass about some kind of commitment. The kid is a big enough commitment. Bradley doesn’t need you pestering him for a ring too.

So, Ryan can stay. For a while, at least. As much as Bradley doesn’t like it, this is probably the best case scenario in terms of you dating someone else.

“Bradshaw, are you listening to me?”

Bradley looks towards his quarterback and nods firmly. He needs a clear head for tonight’s game. That would be easier if you weren’t swapping saliva with your new boyfriend in the stands. He’s got to figure out how to get over how mad it makes him to see you kissing someone else.

You take your seat with your friends, sipping on a soda instead of beer like everyone else. Just like you’ve been doing for over two months. They have no idea how they didn’t figure it out before.

The game begins and Bradley thinks that he’s going to be just fine. He plays just as well as he always does. He dodges a tackle and breaks into a sprint down the field. He slams the ball down into the grass as he reaches the end zone, securing the game’s first touchdown at the sixteenth minute.

He turns, grinning and finds you in the stands. Your nose is scrunched amusedly as his team celebrates with him excitedly, your arms in the air. You’re cheering for him.

There’s a flash, Bradley almost misses it. Ryan captures a picture of the smile on Bradley’s face as he finds you in the crowd, and has no idea. His team continues in the lead well into the second half of the game. Jake screws up a pass and the other team makes a touchdown, but Bradley’s performance tonight is making up for it.

You know that Jake’s pissed off that he’s off his game. He storms off of the field the moment the game’s done. His team might’ve won, but Jake doesn’t feel like a victor. Bradley, however, stands back and talks with his coach, laughing for a few minutes. Tonight was one of his best plays of the season, everyone knows it.

He walks towards the stands, ready to hit the showers and celebrate his triumph back at the house.

“Hey, Bradshaw!”

Bradley turns, lips quirking up into a smile as he finds you standing by the steps. He nods his head in acknowledgement as you walk towards him.

“Not a bad show, for an Eagles fan.” You tease him.

“Probably first time you’ve seen your team win. Longhorn.” He answers. He grins at you, letting out a soft chuckle as he opens his arms and pulls you tight against his chest. Your arms slide around his waist, laughing softly.

“Gross, you’re so sweaty.” You complain, pushing at his abdomen for release. Bradley scoffs and holds you just as tight against him. He hums in agreement, tightening his hold.

“Uh-huh.”

“Get off of me, you’re so gross.” You laugh, pushing at his stomach.

“C’mon, Seresin, can’t pretend that you aren’t into it.” He lowers his voice to tease you, his nose brushing playfully against the top of your ear as you squirm in his arms. “Me, all shirtless and sweaty - you, batting your eyelashes and giggling like a kid with a crush. That’s how it goes with us, right?”

“You’re an idiot.” You scoff, still grinning as you manage to wriggle out of his arms, pretending to shiver in disgust. He smiles.

Ryan’s brows furrow slightly as he watches the exchange.

It’s awfully friendly for two people who supposedly share only one common interest. That being your brother. He watches Bradley notice his presence first. Bradley doesn’t make an effort to pretend that this is more innocent than it is, but he forces himself to smile politely and make room for your boyfriend to join the conversation.

“Ryan.” The word slips from your mouth, giving away how surprised you are to have seen him. Bradley tries his best not to look smug.

“Hey, baby.” Ryan wraps an arm around your waist and leans in to kiss you. Your cheeks burn as you kiss his mouth quickly. You can feel Bradley watching you. You glance back at Bradley as you pull back. His face doesn’t give anything away.

“Still want to get dinner?” Ryan asks.

“There’s a party happening at our place to celebrate. If you guys wanted to.” Bradley looks at Ryan as he offers.

You look between the two of them, then shift closer to Ryan.

“Maybe another time. You did great tonight, Bradley.”

Bradley nods his head gratefully. He smiles, “Alright. You two have fun.”

You can’t pretend that you aren’t surprised that he seems to be so okay with this. Bradley turns and heads for the showers, thinking back to his agreement with Jake and how serious it could possibly be.

He has broken his nose before, it wasn’t that bad. Watching that loser drape his arm around you is certifiably worse.

“Is there something going on between you and Bradley Bradshaw?” Ryan asks it as he’s sitting opposite you, trailing his fingers along the edge of his beer bottle, avoiding your gaze.

Your brows furrow seriously, eyes going wide, “Me and - no, no. No. He’s just a friend.”

“You two seemed pretty close tonight.” Ryan explains, biting his cheek as he finally lifts his gaze to look at you. Now’s your chance to tell him. We’re only close because we’re having a baby together.

You can see it in his face that he’s insecure about what he saw between you and Bradley.

If you tell him that not only have the two of you had sex, but that you’re pregnant with Bradley’s baby, you can tell that it’s going to hurt him. It’s going to be worse if you don’t.

“He’s just Jake’s friend.” You blurt.

You know Bradley isn’t capable of being there for you like Ryan can. Bradley’s with some other girl tonight. You can expect more and more of that. Ryan wouldn’t do that to you. He’s here, and he wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.

“Okay. I believe you, I’m sorry.” Ryan breathes out. Your heart feels like it’s going to leap out of your throat the rest of the night.

It’s a restless night. Tossing, turning, trying to get your mind off of what a bad decision you have just made. You need to come clean. Things are over between you and Bradley - there wasn’t ever much to end in the first place. It was just sex. You just had sex twice. That’s it.

You fall asleep with your cheek pressed to Ryan’s shoulder, your arms looped around his bicep.

Ryan feels you stirring against him before the sun is up. His brows furrow, blinking softly. He turns his head and kisses your forehead softly.

“It’s okay.” He assumes that it’s a nightmare. You pull yourself closer to him, brows scrunched together, lips parted, letting a soft whine slip your lips.

Ryan slips his fingers between yours and squeezes your hand gently, closing his eyes and trying to slip back into unconsciousness.

The next sound that slips your lips is unmistakably a moan.

Ryan’s eyes shoot open.

“Babe?” He nudges you softly with his arm. Nothing. Another nudge and your lips press together. You pull back, blinking and then frown at him.

“What?” You groan.

Ryan’s lips quirk up into a soft smile, “Were you having a sex dream?”

Your eyes widen.

Ryan turns onto his side and leans forwards, kissing your lips. You try your best not to tense against him. It doesn’t mean anything. Bradley just got in your head, that’s it. Sex with Ryan is better, you know it is.

But, when you’re standing under the stream of the shower, letting water soak your hair - you can’t get the dream out of your head. It felt so real.

Bradley’s hands on your hips, lips working feverishly along your bare torso. Just like Halloween, you’re in his bed. His mouth stops as his teeth graze your hipbones, strong hands lifting your hips enough for him to settle between your legs.

Your head thrown back, fingers in his curls, back arching up off of his navy sheets.

You swallow and grab your shampoo. Ryan is better, Ryan’s more stable. Ryan didn’t have sex with your roommate last September. It was just a dream. You tell yourself that it didn’t mean anything.

You pretend that the sex with Ryan after you woke up was half as good as your dream with Bradley.

You glance down and trail your fingertips over your stomach. It’s not weird to be attracted to the person you’re having a kid with. That’s probably it. It’s purely hormonal. Maybe it’s guilt for not telling Ryan.

The dream circles through your head the entire day. You’re sitting in your morning class and thinking of being face down in Bradley’s mattress. In fact, you can’t think of anything else. In your afternoon class, all you can think about is his lips on your throat and his gruff voice in your ear. You press your thighs together and sit back in your seat. It isn’t fair.

You’re sitting at the back of the auditorium, not listening to a single word. In fact, you might as well not even be there. As far as you’re concerned, you’re in Bradley’s room. The breath is knocked from you as he pounds into you, you’re a whimpering mess, face pressed into the crook of your arm and his hand on the back of your neck keeping you there.

Then, you’re back home making dinner. Bradley’s hand roaming up your back, tangling in your hair and scooping it up into a makeshift ponytail. You gasping as he tugs at your roots, pressing his bare chest against your back, exposing your neck to him as his lips assaulted your throat.

You rutting your hips back against his, met with more force from him this time. He slides his fingers up into your hair, cradling the back of your skull as he presses you down and fucks you into the mattress.

You slice the tomatoes, blinking to trying to clear your head. It doesn’t work. His voice is in your head, telling you how good you feel, how close he is.

“What’s up, Seresin?”

You flinch, eyes blowing wide open when the voice isn’t just in your head anymore. Bradley watches as the knife slides past the tomato and into your index finger, he drops the bag onto the counter and moves to your side immediately.

“Fuck, are you okay?”

He takes your hand in his to examine the cut. You blink at him, lips parted. Bradley’s brows furrow slightly as he meets your gaze.

“Hello? - You with me?”

“What are you doing here?” You breathe out. Bradley guides you over to the sink, rinsing the blood from your finger.

“I texted you that I was bringing you dinner, wanted to talk about baby names. Your roommate let me in.” Bradley explains, tenderly rinsing the cut to inspect how bad it is. You lift your chin, still staring at him. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans today. His cheeks are flushed from the cold outside. He looks at you and your mouth goes dry.

Bradley frowns, “What is up with you? - You’re gonna have to start talking or I’m calling Jake.”

“Nothing, nothing.” You shake your head quickly. “Long day. Sorry. I’ve been kind of spaced.”

“Where do you keep your first aid kit? - You just need a band-aid, it’s not that bad.” Bradley decides, giving you a reassuring smile. You point to the counter under the sink. He crouches before you and you jolt away from him. Bradley’s brows furrow slightly, but he gets the first aid kit without complaint anyway.

He stands back up and wraps the it around your index finger. You stare at him. Bradley lifts your hand and presses his lips to the top of the band-aid, “All better.”

Your knuckles whiten around the kitchen counter.

He turns away from you and back to the food he brought with him, “I asked Jake what your order is, since you didn’t answer me. Hope that’s okay.”

You watch the muscles in his back move under the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

“Y’know, your roommate looks kind of familiar. Is she over at UVA a lot?”

You narrow your eyes at him. The dream was just fiction. This is the real Bradley. You swallow, let out a breath and decide to move on.

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grid-daisies · 5 months

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The next fic rec Friday is "Salvage What You Can" by TooManyTeeth!

This story was recommended by @sanitizedagent8, who said the following about the fic: amazing characterization of rinzler with super interesting worldbuilding and interactions between characters!

If you like the fic, make sure to leave a kudos and/or a comment so our writers feel our appreciation!

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Multi

Fandoms:

Tron - All Media Types, Tron (Movies), Tron: Uprising

Relationships:

Tron & Rinzler, Alan & Sam & Quorra, Alan & Tron, Alan & Rinzler, Sam & Rinzler, Quorra & Rinzler, Sam Flynn & Quorra & Tron, Beck & Co, Beck & Tron, Beck & Rinzler, Beck (Tron)/Paige (Tron), Lora Baines-Bradley/Alan Bradley

Characters:

Rinzler (Tron), Tron (Tron), Alan Bradley, Quorra (Tron), Sam Flynn, Lora Baines-Bradley, Beck (Tron), Paige (Tron), Able (Tron), Mara (Tron), Zed (Tron), Various other programs, General Tesler, Pavel (Tron), Tron’s repurposed team from Scars, Dyson (Tron)

Additional Tags:

Post-Tron: Legacy, Brainwashed Character, Past Torture, Rinzler doesn't get magically fixed, Coping with severe trauma, Can computer programs develop ptsd?, Hurt/Comfort, Tron struggling with the fact that he has an evil twin, Rinzler struggling with the fact that he IS the evil twin, That's right ladies and gentlemen there are two of them now, Reconciliation, Major Sass, Politics, Rinzler-centric but with other POVs thrown in, Quorra is a walking encyclopedia and nobody can convince me otherwise, I'm retconning the last two episodes of Tron: Uprising out of existence, Thus Able lives, Alan is a very nice man and we love him, Chronic Pain, Nightmares, Protectiveness, no beta we derez like isos, Identity Issues, Ethical Dilemmas, unintentional gaslighting

Summary:

Rinzler reboots on dry land, having been pulled from the shallows of the Sea by a trio of Black Guards. Now he is masterless and faced with the daunting task of figuring out what to do with himself in a Grid that’s only barely holding itself together.

With CLU finally gone Beck and his friends, the leaders of the Uprising, have had their wildest dreams granted, which leaves them with the question, What now?

Sam and Quorra return to the Grid with Alan in tow, full of plans to rebuild and repair, but after what happened last time Alan insists they bring along a little extra help in the form of an old friend from the Encom servers.

Three paths intertwined, who knows where they’ll lead.

#tronblr #tron #tron legacy #tron uprising #fic rec fridays

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souurcitrus · 4 months

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In my universe, Earth-18104, the X-Men had three schools in different times, the Xavier Mansion changed names every time a new "era" started, according to the story and the events of that time.

The story of the Xavier Institute is based in the comics and influenced by other events of this universe, that are based in other medias like the movies and comics, and don't follow the time-line of the comics in a precise way, because I wanted to give this universe a more real feeling of time passing slowly and the characters aging different from each generation.

So... yeah, some characters are older or younger than they are in the comics.

Here are some of the students that were enrolled in each school. And here the list of other groups of young superheroes.

• Xavier Institute for Gifted Young People (1972 - 1999)

The first school, of course, when Xavier still had to keep his and his students' identities a secret. People believed it was just a private school, even thought it had only a very few students, at first.

The first students were the original X-Men of 1972, trained by Xavier, Magneto, Mystique, Mastermind, Moira MacTaggert and Destiny (based on the movie X-Men First Class):

• Armando Muñoz / Darwin (16)

• Suzanne Chan / Sway (17)

• Vienna Adamsen / Petra (16)

• Sean Cassidy / Banshee (20)

They later all went to Muir Island to train with Moira, after Xavier suffered the injury that let him paralyzed.

In 1989, Xavier trained the second X-Men, the Original Five or X-Men '92:

• Jean Grey / Marvel Girl (17)

• Scott Summers / Cyclops (16)

• Bobby Drake / Iceman (15)

• Warren Worthington III / Angel (17)

• Henry McCoy / Beast (18)

Later in 1995, Lorna Dane / Polaris (20) and Alex Summers / Havok (17) joined the team.

At the same time, Moira had her own team if X-Men in Muir Island, trained by Petra, Sway and Darwin:

• Christopher Bradley / Bolt (14)

• Gabriel Summers / Vulcan (13)

• James Madrox / Multiple (16)

• David Haller (17/18)

In 1996 Kitty Pryde / Sprite (13), Alison Blaire / Dazzler (16), Gailyn and Joseph Grey / Shatter-Box (10) joined the school. And in 1997, it was Rogue (17) and Ruth Aldine / Blindfold (17).

*Shatterbox are minor characters in the comics. Blindfold is older than her counterpart in the comics, and acts as a mentor and counselor to the next students.

In 1997/1999, the Xavier Institute was turned into a real school, and thought he did not wanted to put more children in danger, Xavier created a new team of X-Men, the New Mutants:

• Illyana Rasputin / Magik (13)

• Xuân Cao Manh / Karma (15)

• Danielle Moonstar / Mirage (16)

• Sam Guthrie / Cannonball (16)

• Roberto da Costa / Sunspot (15)

• Rahne Sinclair / Wolfsbane (15)

• Amara Aquilla / Magma (15)

• James Proudstar / Warpath (14)

• Douglas Ramsey / Cypher (12)

• Warlock

* Illyana Rasputin was 6 years old before joined, however, after her time in the Limbo, she came back to her world as a 13 years old teenager. James Proudstar was brought to the school by his older brother after leaving the Hellions. And Jonh Proudstar never fucking died.

In 1999, Banshee and Emma Frost took care of a new class of mutants, the Generation X:

• Paige Guthrie / Husk (17)

• Angelo Spinosa / Skin (16)

• Jubilee (17)

• Monet St. Croix / Penance (17)

• Claudette and Nicole St. Croix / M (9)

• Jonothon "Jono" Starsmore / Chamber (18)

• Everett Thomas / Synch (17)

These kids were gathered and chosen as X-Men after being rescued from the Phalanx, however Clarice Ferguson / Blink (14) was lost after destroying the enemy and was only found years later. Not by the X-Men.

In 2000/2001, Apocalypse was awaken from his slumber and the X-Men fought against him and his Horsemen. In 2004, the Infinity Gaulent arc happened, and half of the universe was gone (Like in Avengers: Endgame), and only restaured in 2010.

The people turned to dust in this break of time didn't aged.

• Xavier Institute for Higher Education / Xavier Academy (1997 - 2004) and (2010 - 2017)

After these events, the Xavier Institute changed names again. Xavier, Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Hank McCoy, Logan and Scott Summers were the ones in charge.

The mansion was had more of a structure to resemble a real school, and even had a student body, more classes, etc.

In school year of 2011/2012 (September to june) the events of E is for Extinction and Riot at Xavier's took place. The students at the time were:

• Angel Salvadore / Tempest (15)

• Barnell Borhuk / Beak (15)

• Glob Herman

• Sophie, Phoebe, Irma, Celeste and Esme Cuckoo / The Stepford Cuckoos (14)

• Jebediah "Jeb" Guthrie (12)

• Melody Guthrie / Aero (15)

• Vincent Stewart / Redneck (15)

• Christian and Christine Cord / Radian and Tattoo (15)

• Quentin Quire / Kid Omega (14)

• Hong Liange (11)

• Lucy Priest / Butterfly (16)

• Carlo Brewster / Gelatin (14)

• Abraham Verne / Caput (15)

• Dana Holmes / Polymer (15)

• Alisa Tager / Cipher (11)

• Ellie Phimister / Negasonic Teenage Warhead (12)

• Kutsuna Yukio (12)

• Gabrielle and Michael Diwa / Galura and Arauto (13)

• Dean Boswell / Dummy (15)

• Martha Johansson (9)

• Ernst (10)

• Hisako Ichiki / Armor (13)

• Edward Tancredi / Wing (12)

• Quincy Marrow (14)

• Stan Finch / Silicon (14)

• Leong Cao Mạnh (11)

• Nga Cao Mạnh (11)

*Kutsuna Yukio is the version of Yukio from Deapool 2; The Stepford Cuckoos are only three years old chronologically, but aged faster, so they are 14 years old physically and mentally. Quentin Quire had just turned fourteen and lost his body, being stuck in his astral form, he couldn't age and stayed in this form for the next six years

*For the love of God, Beak and Angel didn't fucking had children. What the fuck these writers had in mind???? They're teenagers. Jeb and Melody Guthrie should be older, but they were among the victims of Infinity Gaulent.

During 2013/2014, the events of Academy X, New X-Men, and Young X-Men in 2015 took place. During this time, we had the events of M-Day, Civil War and the Stryke's attack took place.

• Jay Guthrie / Icarus; Dallas Gibson / Specter; Callie Betto / Dryad; Sofia Mantega / Wind Dancer; Phoebe, Irma and Celeste Cuckoo / The Stepford Cuckoos (16)

• Kevin Ford / Wither; Hisako Ichiki / Armor; Julian Keller / Hellion; Sooraya Qadir / Dust; David Alleyne / Prodigy; Noah Crichton / Hydro (15)

• Cecily Kincaid / Mercury; Santo Vacarro / Rockslide; Kutsuna Yukio; Brian Cruz / Tag; Sidney Green / Onyxx; Laura Kinney; Edward Tancredi / Wing; Nick Shelley / Flubber; Laurie Collins / Wallflower; Noriko Ashida / Surge; Josh Foley / Elixir; Eric Gitter / Ink; Maxwell Jordan / Quill (14)

• Alisa Tager / Cipher; Megan Gwynn / Pixie; Hong Liange; Paras Gavaskar / Indra; Sarah Vale / Network; Jessica Vale / Preview; Nezhno ABidemi / Gentle; Lazaro Kotikash / Kidogo; Alani Ryan / Loa (13)

• Andrea Margulies / Rubber Maid; Ben Hamill / Match; Mark Sheppard / DJ; Victor Borkowski / Anole; Jeffrey Garrett (12)

• Ernst; Roxy Washington / Bling!; Martha Johansson; Nick Gleason / Wolf Cub; Hope Abott / Trance; Carl Aalston / Rain Boy (11)

Like in the comics, some of these characters lost their powers and died, with a few exception surviving and leaving the role as X-Men. The few that survived and kept their powers after M-Day stayed and then later moved to Utopia/Genosha.

After this, the Xavier Institute was destroyed and the Graymalkin Lane was left empty until 2018. In 2017, with the return of Hope Summers, a new group of X-Men was formed in Utopia, the Lights, though they did not resided at the Institute.

• Hope Summers (15)

• Gabriel Cohuelo / Velocidad (16)

• Laurie Tromette / Transonic (17)

• Teon Savko / Primal (15)

• Idie Okonkwo / Oya (13)

• Kenji Uedo (19)

Hope Summers was born just a few years before the Lights, but since she was raised in the future she is 14 years old when she comes back. Later, Megan Gwynn / Pixie (16) joined the team, taking Oya's place.

After the Schim caused, the X-Men split in two. Quentin Quire had returned in a new body, but he was still 14 years old, the same age he was when he "died"

• Jean Gray School for Higher Learning (2018- )

In 2018, Wolverine went back to Westchester and rebuilt the mansion, trying to give the place the feeling of real school. The students also could only start training when they were in 9° grade and could train to be X-Men and join teams (like in Academy X) after they were in 10° grade.

He made a deal with the Shi'ar to have technology to protect the school, as long he accepted the son of Gladiator, asked to be Quentin's guardian and they had a clone of Krakoa as they grounds.

A few old students joined the school in the first year, and a few only in the second and third year. The school opened in August of 2018.

(This list of students include some of my OCs, since I'm writing a fanfic that happens in the Jean Grey School)

• Hisako Ichiki / Armor; Julian Keller / Hellion; Gabrielle and Michael Diwa / Galura and Arauto (19)

• Cecily Kincaid / Mercury; Santo Vacarro / Rockslide: Kutsuna Yukio; Ellie Phimister / NTW; Noriko Ashida / Surge; Eric Gitter / Ink (18)

• Alisa Tager / Cipher; Hong Liange; Paras Gavaskar / Indra; Nezhno ABidemi / Gentle (17)

• Cam Long / Tiger; Aura Charles / Aurora; Crosta (16)

• Ben Hamill / Match; Victor Borkowski / Anole; Iara dos Santos / Shark Girl; Roxy Washington / Bling!; Martha Johansson / Cerebela; Zane Yamaguchi / Juggernaut 2; Hope Abott / Trance; Carl Aalston / Rain Boy (15)

• Idie Okonkwo / Oya; Prince Kubark / Gladiator; Trevor Hawkins / Eye-Kid; Charge OC; Julian Creed / Menace OC (14)

• Evan Adel / Genesis; Jiang Mei, Sprite (13/14); Hunter Creed / Rescue OC (12/13); Broo

*Broo is only five months old, Evan is a clone so he aged faster than the Cuckoos, chronologically he was "born" a few months before being enrolled. The school was never moved to Manhattan like in the comics.

Later, Huang Lin / Nature Kid; Michela Ladak; Joseph and Josephine Bricklemoore / Tri-Joe and Squid Girl joined the school.

Even after the death of Wolverine in 2021 and the creation of Krakoland in 2023, the school stayed open, and the X-Men hope it stays this way for many years.