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"Emma. Hi." I was hoping not to run into her so soon. That maybe I had more time before I had to see her again. Maybe in all that time I could've come up for a better explanation for why things had to end so quickly. "I know I haven't been around for a while. I meant to call."

“turns out, i have a thing for guys in mech suits. yes, i know your secret, darling.” imposing upon the dispatch cubicle, the high profile blonde whispers two shared secrets and ending with a wink. emma’s strategic telepathy working to mute their conversation for nosey coworkers.

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Webswinging  was  the  most  amazing  feeling  he'd  ever  experienced.  Number  one  on  the  list  of  positives  about  becoming  Spider-Man.  When  the  world  felt  out  of  sorts,  he  could  find  an  escape  by  soaring  above  city  streets  while  the  wind  whipped  by.  He  wished  tonight  was  the  same  story.  Each  outreach  of  his  arm  before  he  shot  out  a  line  of  webbing  was  a  struggle.  His  body  screamed  at  him  from  every  tired  muscle,  each  bruised  area.  Getting  home  was  a  chore  he  didn't  know  if he  could  accomplish,  and  so  he  ended  up  somewhere  a  lot  closer  than  home.

Instinctually,  his  mind  called  out  to  Emma.  Having  grown  used  to  projecting  thoughts  to  be  heard  by  the  powerful  telepath.  He  wanted  to  warn  her  that  he  was  swinging  by,  literally,  so  that  she  wasn't  caught  unaware  of  his  visit.  Maybe  she  could  tell  the  pain  he  was  in  ---  he  didn't  want  her  to  be  thrown  into  a  panic  seeing  him.  Not  that  he  was  sure  it  would  help.

Any  grace  he  would  customarily  have  when  landing  was  all  but  gone.  Barely  avoiding  crashing  into  the  wall  he  was  attempting  to  swing  onto.  Happy  enough  that  he'd  managed  not  to  hit  it  full  force,  he  tugged  his  mask  off.  Suddenly  realizing  that  it  had  smelled  like  copper  the  entire  swing  there,  blood.  Oh  .  .  .  well  .  .  .  that  was  going  to  go  over  well.

{❀} glinda smiled, all roses and lashes and BUBBLES. "oh! well, i usually enjoy a strawberries and cream frappe with pink SPRINKLES," she hums, crossing her ankles.

coffee was normally too bitter for her, but if it was sweetened just enough...

dispatch quote prompts | accepting

@diam1nd said: "It's a hug, not a handjob. Lighten up." / for scott lmao

~ ' Coming from YOU that doesn't mean much..'

Despite the attempt at scolding, Scott felt the corners of his lips TWITCH up at Emma's words. Attempting to IGNORE the plethora of eyes that followed the both of them - most of them endeavoring to hide it. A few honest enough to outrightly stare.

Scott lifted a calloused hand to the softer one curling perfectly manicure nails around his tie. Half heartedly COAXING Emma's grip from the garment - fighting to ignore the part of his brain that told him to lean closer. To allow himself to be reeled in. Eyes darting to Emma's mouth. For once thankful for the glaze of red lenses, hiding the DESIRE in his gaze. Fingers l i n g e r i n g , holding around her wrist despite how her fingers had already relinquished his tie.

It was as if he STEPPED OVER an invisible ledge, not truly knowing when he made the decision to do so. Scott's free hand CURLING around the back of Emma's neck, fingers supporting the curve of her skull as he pulled her TOWARD him suddenly. Still holding tightly to her wrist with his other hand. Her perfume in his nose as he leaned down. In. Mouth hovering close to perfectly plump petals. The ghost of touch. A suggestion. A PROMISE, before his mouth moved along her jaw instead. Hovering at the shell of an ear.

' I didn't say stop. ' ~

prompts / @diam1nd: "I didn't know you knew that."

HIS FACE DOESN'T GIVE WAY TO HOW MUCH HER ADMISSION BOTHERS HIM. He doesn't frown, he doesn't even wince, and yet he had no doubt she could feel the slight hurt that popped into his brain. Shrugging his shoulders, Alex places her beverage beside her, holding his own cup of black coffee close to his chest as he settles in across from her. Coffee was probably the most boring thing he could bring to Emma, and yet it was his go-to. The X-Men's hectic lifestyle meant that it was important to stay away and alert . . . coffee was a lifeline for him at least.