Jean Grey-Xavier

[telepathological]

wreakhavck‌:

Before he can even say anything, Jean stops him. Alex lets her speak, stepping into the room to lean against the wall beside the door. He almost speaks when she apologises, to offer his own, but she keeps going before he can. It’s what she says next that makes him startle.

I love you more than you love me. It’s not true, can’t she see that it’s not true? No, because he was awful at expressing that love. Had surpressed it so long, been convinced he was wrong for it and that he was mistaking platonic love for something more. But it’s not until she says that that he realises how much he’s failed her.

“I’m not leaving again,” he promises her, crossing the room to take her upper arms in his hands. “Jean, I–I love you. And I’ve not said it enough. Not shown you how much I love you. Maybe I’ve just been waiting for you to realise you can do better than me. And that’s– It’s not fair on you to do that. I’m sorry. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

I have to go. It won’t be long. I don’t have a choice. I have things I need to take care of.

These were all things she’d heard more in their time together than I love you. It seemed to be the nature of their relationship. Her waiting, him leaving. And she sat with her heart and arms wide open every time. It was like a sickness, and she was content to live that way. Greedily grasping at every sliver of his time he gave her, because it was Alex. Any wrong he did could be justified in her eyes, if she thought hard enough. If she waited long enough.

It’s when he takes hold of her that Jean realizes she doesn’t want him to see her up close. Her tired eyes, rimmed red from the endless crying since he slammed the door the night before. Bottom lip chewed and worried til the skin cracked. She doesn’t want him to feel guilty, to have anything else to feel bad about. Like Atlas, always the world on his shoulders. 

But his words make her stop, staring up at him and everything in her whispers not to believe it. That she would only set herself up for disappointment. But that was love wasn’t it? A leap. Slowly, she nods, her voice small and would probably be lost to his ears if they weren’t toe to toe. “I- I really can’t do it again, okay? I really, really need you to stay.”

[sufferingforsanity]

Things I Need:

1. An orgasm 2. Attention 3. $50,000

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@wreakhavck

[ofmymuses]

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@wreakhavck

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@cptdeadphool

[loniemachin-deactivated20151104]

[telepathological]

@wreakhavck

[hastilinski-deactivated20200326]

[telepathological]

@wreakhavck

[ainokiseki]

Wynonna + belly bump

[telepathological]

wreakhavck‌:

The visions all day ought to have been disturbing. He doesn’t have powers like that, and it could be someone messing with him. But… He’s familiar enough with people being in his head to recognise that this presence was benevolent. Not familiar but not malicious either. 

Jean… cleaning all day. Alex tries to shake it from his mind at first, needing to clear his head. But the visions are persistent. And as he began to reflect on the night before, on his own insecurities that he couldn’t be what she needed, he realised what the visions were trying to show.

He returns as the sun begins to set, coming in to find Jean in the nursery. Stopping in the door, his breath catches in his throat. He’d never thought too much about having kids or a family, not knowing if he’d get the chance, but now… “Sorry,” he says, quickly taking off his shoes. He sighs and steps into the room. 

“Jean…”

Jean isn’t sure what he’s going to say so she puts up a hand before he can say more. She uses the bars on the crib to help her stand, turning her back to him and adjusting the sheets while staring at the pictures he’d hung on the wall over the crib. A sonogram, pictures of them. It was beautiful, and Jean should have known it was just a dream. Always dreaming like the lonely little girl she was. 

She clears her throat, and when she speaks it’s obvious she’s controlling her emotions the best she can. Right behind that exhaustion is certainty that this wouldn’t last very much longer if she didn’t accept some hard truths. “I’m sorry,” she says shortly, swallowing hard before turning to him. He looks just as tired as she is but she doesn’t let herself wonder why, it’s the wondering that got her here in the first place.

“It’s the fundamentals of our relationship,” she says quietly, holding onto the crib to steady herself. “I need you more than you need me,” waiting for him between tours. “I want you more than you want me,” every kiss and touch she’d claimed and had to coax out of him. “And... I love you more than you love me.” She raises her shoulder to her ear, lips pressing together. “I’m not saying it for pity or because you are wrong for it... I... I’m apologizing, because I have to accept what you can give me and stop asking for more.” Her voice breaks on the last bit and she turns away to fix the sheets again even though they’re perfect. She swallows the lump forming in her throat, “And I can do that, I promise I can do that, just please don’t leave.”

[telepathological]

Jean thought about sleeping the entire day away once Warren had left. He didn’t want to but she didn’t want him to have to hang around while she moped and cried. He had more important things going on back at the mansion. She could have slept the day way, she wanted to, but instead she found herself unable to keep still. Everywhere she looked she saw a massive mess where there was only clutter, or nothing at all. She cleaned and cleaned, organized everything capable of organizing. Folded his shirts one way, and then another. In the nursery she dressed the crib the way they’d been meaning to all week. Fresh cotton sheets with ducks printed on them, a crib-skirt that looked like water. She’s just finishing tying the knots when she hears the front door open and close.

Her heart feels as if it’s in her throat, eyes drifting to the window. It was almost nighttime, the sun low in the sky. Had she really been cleaning this whole time? Her hands fall in her lap, she considers going to meet him in the living room but suddenly she’s so exhausted. She didn’t have it in her, to see the look on his face that meant clearly it was over. His footsteps in the doorway make the floor creak and not even then does she look up, sitting with her back against the crib. She doesn’t appear to have slept, though she had, wearing the same pajamas he had left her in the night before. She pushes the hair that’s fallen out of her braid away from her face, eyes on his shoes. “I cleaned the floors,” she murmurs, but she doesn’t really care that he tracked dirt in. It didn’t matter.

@wreakhavck

[telepathological]

cfangel‌:

The voice in his head would be unwelcome if it were anyone else, but Jean was one of his best friends. He doesn’t mind her calling out to him in that way. He quickly makes his way from the kitchen counter to the bedroom Jean had disappeared into earlier. His wings folding tightly together so he can fit through the doorway.

“Jeannie?” He speaks in a worried tone as he approached the bed. “What do you need?”

Jean stares at the open doorway, eyes clouded with her tears, and for a moment she sees it again. The bright lights, only she thinks it may be headlights this time. Hears the soft patter of rain and a windshield comes into focus. She blinks, long and slow and she’s back in the bedroom. Weird. Blinking again, she looks up at Warren. “I’m scared he won’t be back.” she says quietly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I...” Should she leave with Warren back to the mansion? Or should she give this another chance? 

[animalsnaps]

[telepathological]

@wreakhavck

[telepathological]

cfangel‌:

“I can do WARM. You’ll be so warm you’ll be begging for some ice cream.” Warren admits with a laugh, waving off before she walked off to her room. He turns around to check what she has in the cupboards, and make note of what he’ll have to go get from the nearest store.

Jean trusts he’ll be able to find his way around. She feels dizzier the more steps she takes but she knows the only remedy to that was lying down. She keeps seeing it, blinding light of the fluorescents shining off a white floor. Was she tapping into a mutant nearby? She’d never been able to do that from so far away, not the way the Professor did. When she finally makes it to bed she curls into a ball with Alex’s pillow tucked against her chest. She wants to sleep but she can’t, the fear keeping her awake. What if he never came back? 

She stays like that for so long she feels her muscles cramping and as she takes a shuddering breath she realizes she’s been crying. She looks to the door as she sits up, but can’t find her voice to call for her friend. Instead she calls out to him in their minds. Warren? 

[telepathological]

cfangel‌:

This was a stressful situation, and Warren was happy to be here to support his best friend through anything. He could be that shoulder to lean on, and smiles after Jean kisses his cheek. “You’re welcome. I’m always on your side, Jeanie.” He replies as he flashes a grin down at her. His wings stretch out briefly, and then fold back. “What do you want for dinner?”

Jean needed someone on her side, sometimes it felt like it was only her over here. She sighs, squeezing his hand. “Something warm, this cold is getting in my bones I think,” she murmurs. It was much colder here than in Westchester. She gives him another grateful look before heading off to her room.

[freshmoviequotes]

Southpaw (2015)

[telepathological]

@wreakhavck

[telepathological]

cfangel‌:

“Hey sometimes people move at different paces, you know? I don’t think that’s abnormal or anything, but I do hope he comes back soon. I’ll stay long as you need me to.” Warren doesn’t have any meetings at work to attend, and he can handle skipping out on some classes. Spending a few days with Jean was more important in his eyes regardless right now.  “You lay down, I’ll be here. I can make dinner later?”

Jean is grateful for it, she nods tiredly and stands up with a stretch. She runs a hand through her hair and sighs, feeling some nausea creep up as a tingle starts at the back of her neck. Her eyes flutter and for a moment the lights look fluorescent like she’s standing in a grocery store and not her own home. “Uh...” She shakes her head and glances at him. “Sorry, yeah that would be great. I... Really need that nap.” As she passes him, she stops to lean up and kiss his cheek. She would be lost without her best friend. “Thank you Warren.”

[7tny]

Mnevs.

[telepathological]

@cycloptix