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Random Set-Ups for Adoption 2: Tinder Hearts

Tyke's Great Escapades

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Mindee Cuckoo

"Hello, Scott."

Scott Summers looked up in alarm at the flirtatious voice, only to be met with curious blue eyes.

"Mindee?" Scott's heart thumped. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I saw a familiar face across the street." Mindee Cuckoo explained. "And lo, a boy fugitive out in the open. What luck."

Scott's lips upturned. "I find that hard to believe. You sure are a ways away from your usual stomping ground."

Mindee chuckled. "And you, Scott? What brings a lonely boy like you out to a restaurant like this?" Her eyes glanced over at the empty seat in front of him pointedly.

"…waiting for a date." Scott sighed. "But it's been a while already."

"A date?" Mindee blinked, owlishly.

"Yeah." Scott nodded. "My… other team set me up. Guilted me and everything."

"That's not a very nice reason." Mindee commented, looking hurt. "Some people might get their hopes up."

For some reason, Scott had a feeling Mindee was talking about something else- maybe it was in the way she pouted—but he brushed that odd feeling aside.

"I know. It's why I turned up—even if it wasn't really my choice."

"Admirable. We always loved that about Scott." Mindee's eyes gleamed appreciatively. "But what will you do if your date doesn't turn up?"

Scott scratched the back of his head. "I don't know. I guess go to the drive-in movie alone."

"Oh? You already bought tickets without knowing if your date would turn up—or even if she wants to see a movie?" Mindee pressed.

"I… wasn't supposed to?" Scott cocked his head, before sighing again. "I don't really know what to do in these things."

"You poor time-displaced boy." Mindee cooed, cupping his cheek gently. "I guess I can take her place and teach you a thing or two about the present day. You have been waiting an hour for Irma to arrive, after all."

"That'd be nice—wait, how did you know how long I've been waiting? Or who I've been waiting for? Oh," Scott's eyes behind his shades widened as realization set in. "Of course. You read my mind, didn't you?"

"Hrmm~" Mindee coyly hummed. "Will you offer this lady a seat, then?" She looked at the chair pointedly once more.

"Of course!" Scott quickly stood—and surprised the Cuckoo by actually pulled the chair for his fellow mutant, now date-for-the-evening. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Why, thank you Scott. You're so kind." Mindee smiled at him predatorily as she took her seat. "The girls will really love to hear all about this."

A/N: Gosh darn Mindee and her mind games. She prolyl takes it after her momma. Who else remembers Mindee's original name was Irma? Not Tyke, that's for sure.

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Laura Kinney

Scott wasn't sure why Laura matched with him.

Initially, he thought she just wanted to check up on him. He had been hanging around more with the Champions lately, after all.

But now, he was absolutely sure the raven-haired mutant wanted to kill him.

"Mindee and I didn't do anything!" Scott groaned as Laura poured his shot glass another round before igniting it again.

"Drink, or answer the question." Laura demanded.

Dutifully—or maybe it was just the buzz in his head muddling all thoughts of protest—Scott complied.

"My turn." Scott rasped—and did his throat burn or what? "Why did you match with me?"

Laura swiftly took another shot. "Why did Mindee say you were the best night she ever had?"

"Oh, come on, Laura!" Scott whined, his fried mind not registering the contents of the question. "You can't just keep going through shots just to ask me a question. You've got to say something, too!"

"The answer, Scott?"

"I already told you," Scott burped lightly into his hand, while the other reached out for the offered shot glass. "I don't kiss and tell."

"So, there was a kiss?" Laura pressed.

"That's two questions, Laura." Scott's eyes narrowed. "Isn't that foul?"

Laura took two shots in rapid succession. "Well?"

"…I really regret agreeing to truth or drink." Scott commented. "How the hell do you keep it down?"

"It's my mutation." Laura's clear green eyes shimmered triumphantly. "And now, I have answered a question truthfully. Now, my question?"

"What was it again?"

"Did you and Mindee kiss?" Laura pressed.

"No." Scott answered. "I don't see why our practice date is such a big deal. It was only practice."

"She's a Cuckoo" Laura answered curtly, as if it explained everything. "It's a given."

Scott palmed his head, feeling the dizziness take over. "I still don't understand. Mindee told me it was only practice. I mean, no one really wants to go out with me." He sourly muttered.

If someone did, then these setups by his friends wouldn't have happened.

So deep into his self-pity, Scott missed Laura rapidly down multiple shots.

"Ugh, Laura." Scott finally raised his gaze. "Pass me some water."

"Here."

Scott gratefully accepted the glass of clear fluid, but abruptly paused just before it touched his lips.

"Scott?"

Wordlessly, Scott took the lighter from the table and ignited it above his glass.

"Laura?"

"Yes?"

"Why is the water catching fire?"

Laura quickly downed several more shots in lieu of answering.

A/N: Laura trying to coax the truth out of Tyke using an age-old truth serum. And Tyke, some countries do consider vodka to be water!

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Megan Gwynn

"Like this! Like this!" The pink-haired mutant insisted, her wings flapping in excitement. She turned on the music and began dancing the short routine again. "See, it's easy! You're a lot more coordinated than that, right?"

Scott tried to follow her again. "I just don't see the point in all this, Megan?"

"It's for my stories!" Megan cheered before fixing him with a kilowatt smile. "Everyone needs to know you're not so bad! And that you can be a goof, too!"

The honest sentiment created an embarrassed blush to bloom on his face. "Thanks." He croaked. "It—it means a lot, you know?"

Ever since coming to the future, he thought all the other mutants hated him. That he was only being tolerated, and nothing more. To have someone going through such lengths… for him?

He supposed he could try a bit harder to keep her smile.

"That's the spirit, Scott!" Megan clapped, before turning back to face the camera as she sang,

"I know that you been waitin' for it, I'm waitin' too~

In my imagination I be all up on you~

I know you got that fever for me hundred and two~

And boy I know I feel the same my temperature's through the roof…"

Of course, Scott didn't think too hard on the lyrics—

And neither the way Megan stole glances at his naked chest and gyrating hips.

A/N: Heh, rizz all over him, Pixie.

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Jean Grey

Amadeus Cho, Miles Morales, and Samuel Alexander looked at each other in unison.

"Ugh," The boys groaned in unison. "Is this for real?"

"Maybe it's a fake count?"

"Oh, it's real alright."

"Thought she was dating Scott's other teammate?"

"I don't know anymore."

"So… swipe right?"

"Hell no."

"She's the endgame."

"And the whole point of this was for Scott to get experience outside of Jean."

"Before the endgame."

"Yeah. Our boy needs to spread his wings before settling down."

"Alright. Looks like we're in agreement."

A/N: The Boys clearly know what's up.

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Kim Possible

"Wow, you're pretty good at this!" His date said as she returned the volley. "I was worried about beating a guy wearing glasses."

"I could say the same to you!" Scott shouted back, grinning wider as his heart pumped adrenaline throughout his body. "How are you doing those flips, Kim?"

"Practice!" The redhead replied, doing a one-handed backhand spring to cleanly hit the squash ball back into the wall. "You're barely moving though."

"It's a gift." Scott smugly declared, this time hitting the ball to make it swerve at an impossible angle. "Try this!"

His date, a cheerleader named Kim, somehow made it possible, though. "Not bad—for a guy wearing shades indoors!"

Scott's instincts carried him forward as he whacked the ball just as it bounced off the floor, this time sending it high. "I'll admit, I've never had this much fun before!"

"What?" Kim wall-jumped with a flourish.

"I'm saying this is a lot of fun!"

"I know!" Kim agreed. "What could possibly go—"

The wall exploded as a cackling blue-skinned man and a dark-haired woman emerged through the dust cloud.

"Kim Po-" The blue-skinned man abruptly stopped mid-sentence as Scott sent the ball careening onto the intruder's spiky head.

"Me and my big mouth…" Kim groaned.

"Friends of yours?" Scott asked.

"Sort-of. Hey, you wouldn't happen to want to escapee while I deal with them, would you?"

Scott smirked—it was definitely all the adrenaline, but his date with Kim had been pretty cool so far—and a red glow ignited around his eyes. "If I wipe them in five minutes, I get to pick the next punishment game. And it's going to be snooker."

"I get it, you're good at angles." Kim hmphed cutely. "But just so you know, I always find a way to win."

"You're on."

A/N: Didn't wanna retread shiz so went with in medias res.

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Jeanne Foucault

Scott's arm rose in retaliation when his unknown assailant suddenly tackled him from behind, only to halt just before striking.

Not just because he realized he was being glomped, but because the glomp had abruptly ended- only for a girl close to his age to start yelling at him.

After hurtling him into the ground.

"Who the hell are you!?"

"Me?" Scott turned, irritably, as he picked himself up. "You were the one that attacked me! Who the hell are you!"

"None of your business!" The short-haired girl answered. "I-" the alarm of her phone suddenly rang, and she quickly read the reminder. "Wait—wait, you're Scott Summers?"

"No, I'm the Tooth Fairy." Scott grumbled back snippily. "What's it to you?"

"I'm—Jeanne! Sorry, I-"

"Oh, you're my date?" Scott groaned. It was bound to happen, but he finally got a crazy person.

"…Who are you?" Jeanne's tone suddenly became unsure.

The drastic mood shift caused Scott to pause from firing another snippy retort. "Jeanne, are you alright?"

"How do you know my name?!" Jeanne suddenly fell into a combat stance.

"Wait, time out!" Scott raised his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "What's going on? Are you alright, Jeanne?"

Jeanne's alarm suddenly rang again, and she checked the message. "…!"

Scott stared at the crazy woman, stunned, as she fell to her knees.

"Jeanne…" Scott approached her, cautiously. "Jeanne… do you need help?"

Jeanne's blue-grey eyes turned to him, tearfully. "Yes." She admitted. "Please, I don't know when I'll next forget."

"What's going on?"

"Who are you?"

Scott held her gaze, staring straight into her eyes. "I'm Scott Summers. And I'm here to help."

"Thank you." Jeanne pulled out a taser—and then pressed it at her neck. "Please… help me."

Scott caught the unconscious girl before her head cut hit the floor. He ignored the small crowd that had gathered around him as he wordlessly gathered her into his arms.

Scott had no idea what just happened.

Scott barely even knew the crazy girl.

But Scott did know one thing.

She needed help.

Scott pulled up his phone, and dialed.

"Mindee? I'm gonna need to call in a favor…"

A/N: Finesse is rapidly losing her memory. Scott hooks her up with the Cuckoos to fix it. What? Not all dates can be fun and games.

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Gwen Tennyson

"So, uh." Scott scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "The fact that I'm a mutant that shoots lasers from his eyes doesn't freak you out?"

The redhead chuckled. There was an inside joke there, somewhere, and Scott couldn't see it. "No, I've definitely seen crazier. And besides," Gwen gestured to the stars above them. "You were sweet enough to setup this picnic under the stars. I don't think you're that bad a guy."

"Awesome." Scott inwardly cheered. "'cause I totally didn't do this because I'm a bit strapped for cash at the moment."

Going on all those dates wasn't easy on his pockets!

A/N: Gwen's cousin might want to have a few words with Scott after this!

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Daphne Blake

Scott smiled.

It was just the law of averages, sure, but he finally went on a date with a normal girl.

"Don't forget about our plans for tomorrow, alright?" The brunette called out from the van.

"I'll be ready." Daphne said as she waved her ride goodbye.

The large brown dog peeked its head out the window. "Ree rou Raphne!"

"See you, Scooby!" Daphne called back, before turning to the frozen Scott.

"Your dog… talks?" Scott asked, unsure if he was just hearing things.

"Oh, Scooby? He's practically family."

"I see."

Not for the first time did Scott remind himself that the future was plain weird.

A/N: Running out of creative juices, fast.

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Mary Jane Watson

"This is just typical, isn't it?" the supermodel, Mary Jane Watson, pointed out wryly. "I'm really sorry about this."

"It's not your fault." Scott told his date.

"No, but I feel guilty all the same." Mary Jane admitted. "You're forced to take part in something against your will, and now you're stuck here in an elevator with me."

"Hey," Scott looked over his shoulder at her. "I can honestly think of worse people to be stuck in an elevator with."

Mary Jane smiled at him softly. "You do realize the amount of paparazzi that will be waiting outside, right?"

"I should ask the same about you." Scott's brows knotted in sympathy. "All those cameras—and at the wrong Scott Summers, too. People might think you're robbing the cradle."

"People won't notice. Like my agent said, the masses at large will be singing you praises. Me? I'll probably get a few hurtful comments online, but the backlash won't be too severe." The redhead pointed out. "There's a double standard when it's an older woman with a younger man."

"That doesn't seem very fair."

"No, it isn't."

"Not just that." Scott shook his head. "That people would insinuate something malicious about two people stuck in an elevator. That's unfair."

Mary Jane stared at him briefly before a warm smile spread across her lips.

"Scott?"

"Yeah?"

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"When you're older, Scott, make sure to hit me up."

A/N: In which MJ's agency tries to lift her popularity by going on a date with Scott Summers. Too bad they got the kid version instead~

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Laura Kinney, Again

Scott stared straight up into the eyes of Laura Kinney.

Laura stared straight back down at him.

"So…" Scott began, his head cradled on Laura's lap as her hair fell like a curtain obscuring them.

"Shhh…" Laura said as one claw was held close to his neck. "You wouldn't want me to miss."

Scott swallowed deeply and silently allowed the young woman to do her thing.

Wordlessly, Laura began to shave the stubble that Scott had forgotten to completely remove.

"Thank you, Scott." Laura quietly began. The firm hand on his jaw remained, so Scott knew to keep silent as Laura said her piece. "Jeanne… was a friend. I did not know what she was going through. So…"

Laura leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Thank you for saving her."

A/N: Her claws have got to be clean, right?

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The Champions

"Once, I caught a flu." Amadeus began, catching the attention of Miles, Sam, and Scott. "I then went to blow my nose but, instead, green blood came out."

"Are we doing strange stories again?" Scott piped up.

"I was walking home, once." Miles suddenly chimed in. "I normally take the bus or swing, but I decided to walk, this time." Miles turned to the listening men, dramatically. "But I had forgotten how long the trip would be so my feet became filled with blisters when I got home."

"This one happened when I shaved." Sam continued the trend. "It wasn't anything spectacular—but I just wanted to try the Nova force, just this one time. So I had aimed on my chin, and I'm sure you could all imagine what came next."

The group collectively shuddered, before the three boys turned their attention to Scott.

"Me?" Scott stiffened. "I—ah…" he stammered under the weight of their expectant gazes. Realizing he had no way out, Scott cleared his throat and began his tale, "This happened after our last trip. You know that one in the woods? Yeah—after a few days, my stomach started feeling upset. It came to the point that I suddenly threw up in the toilet- and there it was."

Scott looked at the gathered boys intently.

"The largest cockroach I had ever seen."

Miles, Amadeus, and Sam suddenly stood up straight, and then wordlessly left the room.

"Guys…?" Scott called out.

In the hallway, the trio of boys steadily walked towards the bathroom, looking at each other uneasily. Shakily, each boy stared at their index finger.

"…is it possible?"

"It's possible."

"We have to make sure…"

"We have to purge."

"Just to be sure."

They opened the door—only to see Kamala shoving a finger down her throat as Viv rubbed her back.

"Kamala!" Miles shouted.

"She was eavesdropping!" Sam pointed out.

"Let us too!" Amadeus joined in.

Collectively, the Champions shoved their fingers down their throats, forcing themselves to vomit everything in their stomach.

At the doorway, exchanging worried glances with Viv, stood Scott.

"I… guess it's not a good time to tell them I just made it up, right?"

A/N: Danshi Koukosei no Nichijou expy.

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A/N: Honestly, I had a few more shots planned. Namely, Emma, Madelyne, Carmilla Black, Mindee pt 2, and Laura pt3. But oof, this shiz is longer than my case report. So, fudge it.