i'm not crazy

ofpmaximoff​:

Jean smiled softly. “Yeah, he likes to do that,” she said. “He’s taken me flying a couple of times too.” She gave a little sigh as he spoke, brushing a strand of red hair away from her face. “It was like…having a bomb go off right in front of me. Every sound was so loud, I thought my ears were going to start bleeding, or…or my head was just going to…” She swallowed and shook her head. Jean looked up at him with a little sigh, though her expression softened ever so slightly when she thought about Wanda. “I don’t think there’s anyone who could beat Wanda in a fight,” she said. “No matter what they could do. She’s stronger than anyone.” She nodded. “Anything,” she said. “Anger is like gasoline on a five-alarm fire. Any other emotion just kind of gets…amplified. It doesn’t feel as uncontrollable as anger. Or fear. That’s a big one.”

prxfessxrx​:

Jean felt like she was going to cry -- she had woken up only a few moments before from a nightmare, one so vivid that she woke up soaked with sweat, her room in utter disarray. She sat up, wrapping her arms around herself, her breath catching in her throat.

She let her walls down just enough to examine the minds of the other students, able to sense that they were okay. She pulled back almost immediately. Either the damage hadn’t gone beyond her room, or they were just used to her. Maybe they thought it was a drill. A “Jean Grey could go nuclear at any time” drill. 

She drew her knees to her chest, looping her arms around them and burning her face against her knees, sniffling. She didn’t look up when she felt Charles’s thought in her mind. “I’m fine,” she said, although she wasn’t, and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t know that. “It was just a bad dream.”

warrenworthingtoniii​:

Jean’s eyes widened slightly as he spoke, her eyebrows furrowing into a very serious expression. “Well,” she said. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. Or do something crazy. What if I…what if I made a fire hydrant explode or something? Or — or made an ice cream truck launch Nutty Royales at people? That would be bad!” She giggled at his comment about wings, looking up at him. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” she said, her eyes widening again. She could fly on her own, of course, but she felt like that wouldn’t be a good idea right now either. In her current state, she’d probably end up in Yonkers or something. She frowned a little as he spoke. “I dunno, I’ve never been to college,” she pointed out, looking up at him. She paused, considering. “I don’t think Xavier’s counts. And besides he would never let us do something like this.” She thought about it some more. “He might let us sell some actual lemonade, though.” 

insurgcnts​:

Jean couldn’t help but giggle as Scott spoke. “I’m okay with not knowing everything,” she said. “It’s not a cinematic masterpiece or anything, but that scene in Twilight where Edward is reading everyone’s mind is pretty accurate.”

katethehawkeye​:

Jean sighed softly, though a faint smile touched her lips. Warren and Kate were both important to her. She just wanted them to be happy — but sometimes they both made her feel like the affectionately exasperated best friend in the romcom. “Right,” she said. “The question is what you’re going to do about what you learned. If anything.” She raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh,” she said.  “Because Warren is so short on traditional things to donate. You know, like money.”

insurgcnts​:

@phoenixxgreyj​

Jean smiled softly as Scott spoke. “I guess that’s true,” she said softly. “Actions speak louder than words, after all.”

ivehurtpeople​:

Jean’s eyes widened slightly. “Wow,” she said. “A lot can happen in eight years.” She smiled softly as he spoke. “I can understand that,” she said. “But if you ever wanted me to help you with that, I can.” She looked over at him, frowning slightly. “I could try to find her,” she said. “If she’s anywhere in the city, I could find her mind.” She gave a little chuckle as Logan spoke. “It wouldn’t be the first time, believe me,” she said. “This is a very loud place.” She couldn’t help but smile again as Logan said that she’d been a big influence on her life. “In a good way or a bad way?” she said, another little smile touching her lips. A faint frown touched her lips. “That’s awful,” she said, and then something filtered through to her. “We taught? Am I a teacher?” Another smile touched her lips at the thought. It meant a lot to her to consider that she may be able to help kids someday the way Charles helped her. She looked up as Logan spoke. “I don’t know,” she said nervously. “I usually keep it locked up. The Professor helped me. I…I try not to think about it.”

ofpmaximoff​:

Jean smiled slightly. “Flying is okay,” she said. “It always makes my stomach knot up.” She gave a little shake of her head as he went on. “It’s a little more complicated than that,” she said. “My…it was pretty, um…rough, the day my abilities manifested.” A faint, slightly crooked smile touched her lips. “Putting it pretty mildly,” she said. “My parents were worried about me. That’s why they contacted the Professor in the first place.” She smiled softly. “It was definitely good intentions,” she said. “I guess it made things harder in some ways, but I wouldn’t change it if I could.” She shook her head. “If they do, it’s just sort of like a flash,” she said. “And I can retreat pretty much immediately.” She thought of Warren and Kate. “The emotion has to be really strong,” she said. “And they have to be focused on it.”

noireauggie​:

Jean couldn’t help but smile at the mention of superpowered superheroes. “What about flying superpowered superheroes?” she quipped. It wasn’t anything like what Warren could do, of course, but she was capable of flight. She smiled. “Did your parents like film noir?” she said. She laughed a little. “Sorry,” she said. “I have a friend called Jubilee and another who calls himself Gambit, so. Comparatively speaking, you know.”

ivehurtpeople​:

Jean felt the intensity of his emotions even if she didn’t understand the reasoning behind them, and she immediately pulled back behind the further defenses that Charles had put in her head so long ago. She had no need of her abilities to sense that this guy’s story was complicated, to say the least, but it wasn’t any of her business unless he chose to tell her. “The past?” she repeated, raising her eyebrows. She nodded as he spoke. “I won’t,” she said. She tilted her head and studied him for a moment. “So we know each other in the future, too,” she said. The way he spoke about the last time he’d seen her, those memories, sent a little chill down her spine. “I guess it’s not good,” she murmured, smiling faintly.

ofpmaximoff​:

Jean laughed quietly. “I guess that’s true,” she said. “It just wouldn’t be…hard. You’re not heavy for that particular muscle.” She smiled a little as she spoke and shrugged. “When I first met Professor Xavier, he put these…mental blocks in my head,” she said. “He blocked off the telepathy part until I was ready.” Now that was where the Phoenix Force lived, and even so, she could hear it whispering to her. Tempting her. She was powerful already, which was why the Dark Phoenix had wanted her in the first place, and how she could survive it. If she let it out…Jean gave a little shake of her head. “So when someone breaks down that wall, I go behind those old mental blocks until I can put the wall back up.”

insurgcnts​:

Jean smiled softly as Scott spoke. People had told her time and time again that Scott had feelings for her, and some had asked her why she didn’t just see for herself. It wasn’t as though it would really be hard for her, they argued -- in fact, it would probably be easier than holding herself back all the time. But she wouldn’t do that to anyone, least of all Scott. His feelings and his thoughts were private, unless they happened to be so strong that they overwhelmed her defenses; and even then, she pulled further back immediately. “I know,” she said softly. “I care about you too, Scott.” And that was true, even if she was afraid to explore just how much she cared about him. She smiled a little as he went on. “I know, I know,” she said quietly. “Why don’t we hang out tonight? We could watch a movie.” She smiled softly. “It would help me relax.” 

noireauggie​:

Jean smiled softly as the other woman spoke. “To say the least,” she said. “But it’s a long story. And definitely one that’s…hard to swallow.” She offered another faint smile. “To say the least. Again.” She laughed a little and shrugged. “Nothing you would believe,” she murmured. Jean smiled at her again. “Noire, huh?” she said. “That’s an interesting name. Definitely more so than Jean.”

ofpmaximoff​:

Jean laughed. “I doubt it,” she teased. Kate doesn’t have red hair. “Besides, I’m not sure it counts as strength if it’s telekinesis. It’s all in my mind. No offense, but I don’t think I could actually lift you.” Her physical strength wasn’t really much to sneeze at, when it came down to it; she supposed she should work on that. She giggled softly. “I’m sure he’d like that,” she said. She gave him a little smile. “Yeah, sometimes,” she said. “People can really be feeling something intensely or putting a lot of emotion behind a thought. It breaks through my control for a second. It’s like if you’re sitting in your apartment and you can hear someone playing the radio, but it’s muffled by the wall -- and then they knock the wall down while they happen to turn the radio up full blast.” She smiled a little. “Probably not. It’s been a while.”

warrenworthingtoniii​:

Jean looked up at Warren, a broad smile coming to her lips. “Well, I missed you!” she said brightly. It was the old adage of drunk words being sober thoughts -- she had missed Warren while he was gone, although she had been a little stung when he had left without saying goodbye. But it was mitigated by the fact that she knew Warren wasn’t exactly the best at emotional scenes. Not to mention that she was, in fact, rather drunk right now. She pressed her lips together as she thought about it. “Well…” She considered it further, frowning. “I don’t want to take away your fun, but…” She looked over her shoulder at the college students before looking back at Warren. “You should probably be the sober one,” she said thoughtfully. “I can’t be the sober one right now, cause I’m drunk.” She looked up at him, her expression completely serious. “I don’t wanna hurt anyone. Or destroy a building. Or throw a car into the sun or something.” She frowned as he spoke. “Yeah, but…they shouldn’t do that,” she said, still serious. “People have permits for a reason.”

ivehurtpeople​:

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Jean had only heard the mental voice once, but as soon Logan was conscious again, it reached her with such clarity that she winced and clutched at her temples. Following the internal beacon, she soon found herself in the same room -- for the first time in quite a long time -- as the man with the long silver claws. “We’ve met before,” she reminded him gently. “I gave you some of your memories back.” She’d felt guilty then that she hadn’t been able to do more, and she still felt guilty now. “My name is Jean Grey,” she said, keep her voice soft, pitched to soothe. “We met at Stryker’s facility.” She paused, looking at him. He looked…older, than she had seen him last, more careworn, certainly more tired. “What happened to you?” she asked, looking over at him again. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

fortheloveoftofu​:

Jean looked around when the young man spoke, smiling a little. “Hi,” she said, with a little wave. “I’m Jean. I’m sorry, I couldn’t find your clothes. I, uh…” She felt her face grow a little warm as she tried to find the words. “I didn’t look or anything. I found you in the woods. I could…” She trailed off again, wondering how much she should tell this guy. After all, he was a stranger. “I could hear you,” she said, finally. Which was true, if not editing the truth. “So I brought you here. Are you okay?”