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Mutant Aesthetics » Jean Grey | Phoenix
First look at Sophie Turner as Jean Grey in X-Men: Apocalypse.
notlasers:
âI wasnât roaming off on my own so much as trying to get back to my room,â he points out. Heâd had fun, and heâd given the boys a good night, something they all desperately needed at the time. He had to reform the team, and soon, if they were going to stand any chance at staying close this late in the game of life. âWe had fun Jean, I would have invited you, but they wanted a boys night.â He nods, âI want us to stay together, all of us.â
Once again Scott is nodding, he isnât about to tell her why, but yes, he has been. âInfrequently actually, I just hide it well.â Scott turns his head when the belt pulls out. He starts working on the button, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them before he steps forward to press his lips to her forehead. âIâm just saying you look good in those pants,â he confesses. âAnd youâre cute when you do that, you know that?â
"Don't worry about it." Jean waved him off. "I probably shouldn't drink. Not with what's going on in my head." The last thing she needed was to lose control. Jean had been drunk before, but it was before the Phoenix had become a real problem. "I meant you and I specifically, but yeah. That too."
"Are you saying that you've been drunk often and pretending not to be?" Wasn't that alcoholism? Unable to fully let it go, Jean lightly smacked him with the belt before releasing her mental hold on it and letting it fall to the ground. "You called them space pants. That's a lot different than saying I look good in them. I'm going to forgive you though, because you're cute." Jean rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "What, threaten you with a belt or take your pants off?"
notlasers:
âBobby and I roped him into it, it was fun though.â He nods, suddenly feeling like he was about to be scolded. He was right. âI know the commands to disable the room, even if that is disabled the override sequence I programmed in works well.â He shrugs, âIt seemed logical at the time, and I got to bond with the two of them, Bobby needed it. Heâs been feeling jealous ever since Alex came back into my life. He doesnât think I notice, but I do.â He nods, âI donât either, all that matters is that youâre here with me, and Iâm here with you.â
He narrows his eyes at her, brows knitting together, âI can handle being drunk I donât get that sick from a hangover, Jean.â Scott smiles smugly at her, âGood, itâll be fantastic.â When Jean bats his hands away Scott huffs out, âYour ego should be, especially when youâre wearing space pants.â
âBut he let you roam off on your own after.â They were  a stupid bunch of boys (technically men) but Jean loved them. She just wasnât totally sure they made the best decisions at times. âI suppose thatâs good then. I canât fault you for trying to bond, only for the way that you did it.â She wasnât their mother though, nor did Jean want to be. âItâs nice to be together, isnât it? Actually together, I mean. Not whatever mes we were before.â
âHave you ever even been drunk?â She raised a brow. At his comment, she whipped his belt fully off with her telekinesis and let it hang in the air between them as she crossed her arms over her chest. âExcuse you?â
notlasers:
âBooby,â he responds, breaking down into a laughing fit. âAnd Hanky Panky was there too, we were in the Danger Room. He convinced us that weâd be drunk one day and under attack, so I dragged them in with me.â He appreciates the guided track to her lips, kissing her back. âOh, and they know weâre dating.â
ââM gonna feel great in the morning, you wait and see.â He nods, pressing his key to the door to open it. âI will research it, you wait and see, itâs going to be fucking spectacular.â When the door is closed Scott begins to work on getting his belt undone, getting frustrated when it sonât work. âYouâre the best, there, now youâre heard it at least twice.â
"I'd expect this from Bobby, but Hank? Really?" Was there no one there who was responsible? The whole thing sounded sketchy, but she would deal with it inthe morning. "You were in the Danger Room?" Jean was working hard to not raise her voice. "Scott, what if one of you got hurt? You understand that there is no actual logic in that statement, right?" She sighed. "That's fine. I don't care if people know."
"I will be waiting. With a bucket. I look forward to reading your thesis, Scott." After watching him struggle for a second, Jean batted his hands away and undid his belt. This was ridiculous. Â "Thank you. My ego is out of this world right now."
âI was tryinâ to find my room, to be fair,â he counters. At the mention of it all he winces. âWait, did i? Shit,â the young mutant curses. He smiles when he catches her lip, this time going for something more with the accuracy of a toddler with a bow and arrow; he winds up kissing her nose.
âI should?â he asks, suddenly caught off guard with the suddenness he was being pulled to his room. âSo many injustices, pants have to be the root cause of like half of them, I swear.â Soon enough theyâre at his door and heâs leaning against the much shorter Jean for support. âYouâre the best, you know that, right?â
"Who were you drinking with and why did they leave you alone?" It was probably Bobby, and once she got a confirmation Jean was going to strike the fear of the Phoenix into them. She wasn't going to kill them, just make sure they knew that it had been a really bad idea even if Scott was a legal adult. Chuckling, Jean took his face in her hand and guided his lips to her own this time.
"You could. We'll see how you feel about the matter when you're hungover." At this point, she just wanted them out of the hall. "You should research that. It's a big claim." Bracing herself under Scott's weight, she managed to half drag him fully into the room before she nudged the door shut with one foot. "I've heard it once or twice."
notlasers:
âThereâs a lot of things that happen that we never thought would happen, like you asking me if Iâm horny. I mean I am, but Iâm not about to just lay that out there.â He leans against her, wrapping his arms around her to press his lips to her cheek, âI love you, Jean,â he whispers.
âBecause pants suck, okay? They just do, nobody wants to wear these all day and I have been, I need them off.â
"Or you getting drunk and wandering around the hall." At his admission to being horny, Jean closed her eyes and checked to make sure that her mental blocks were up and she wouldn't accidentally read his mind. "You just laid it out there." Turning her head so that he could catch her lips in addition to her cheeks, Jean gave him a small smile. "I love you too, Scott."
"You should do something about how awful they are. Come on," she tugged on his arm. "You can deal with the great injustices of the world."
notlasers:
âHe made me!â he reiterates. If Scott wasnât already flushed from being completely plastered heâd be blushing hard right now. âWh-wh-what? N-no! I just donât want to be wearinâ pants anymore.â
"Still, I never thought that the day would come." She shook her head. Being totally sober, Jean only blushed slightly before she shook her head. "I'm not even going to ask why. Come on, let's get you to a room so you can take your pants off."
jubilationme:
âAre you asking for someone to give you drugs?â
"I'm asking for someone to give me an Advil. You can get them from a grocery  store."
âDoes anyone have any advil?â
âNot really sure what you mean by âyou canât do that here,â Rogue sighed, lighting the cigarette. âSo iâm just going to go ahead and keep doing it.â
âIâm not going to do anything about it, but I think the staff would have a problem.â
rachelasummers:
Rachel gave Jean a small smile as she sat down. âThanks.â She let out a long sigh before speaking. âI donât even know where to start. Thereâs the fight at the party, yeah, but  thereâs a lot of stuff before that, before I came here, in my world, that makes everything that happened during the fight so much worse.â
"That was a wreck, wasn't it? I'm just glad that the Phoenix didn't make an appearance from either of us. You've never really talked about where you come from, other than that it was bad. Do you want to? I won't push you."
notlasers:
âSome picture Bobby and I took, he made me take selfies.â He wraps an arm around her shoulder, leaning down against her head. âI think I need to lose these pants, Jean.â
"Wait, wait, wait. You took a selfie?" Jean twisted under Scott's arm, one brow raising as she looked at him. "Um. Are you trying to say that you're horny?"
firehairedfirestar:
âOh, Iâm sure he will at some point. Iâm just trying to avoid that as long as possible. True. They arenât exactly known for their subtly. I doubt they even know what that word means.â
"I promise to break you out when the inevitable happens. Not Bobby though, only you. He'll probably deserve it." Jean laughed. "I'm a telepath. I know that they don't."
âNot really,â Rachel replyed. She was trying to keep her emotions in check, Jean already had a headache, but Rachel was struggling to remain composed. âI donât know who to talk to. And I wish it was just because of the fight, but itâsâŠmore complicated than that.â Â
Moving over, Jean gestured for Rachel to sit beside her before she pulled her knees up to her chest. She was nearly Rachelâs age and a wreck in her own right. What made her think she could be anything motherly? âYou can talk to me. What happened? Trust me, Rachel, Iâm the queen of complicated. This is a safe place.â
âIâll do my best not to, but I do hang out around Bobby and Johnny and if anyone is gonna get me in trouble, itâd be them. I appreciate the support though. Maybe just donât tell him. It might be a little sneaky, but youâd win every time.â
âBobby? Come on. I love him, but he will definitely get you arrested. I donât know if we can go behind Murdockâs back if Johnny and Bobby are involved. Theyâre really noticeable.â