Jimmy Hudson Jr.

Jimmy Hudson Jr. for Infinite Annhilation RP

[wolviejr]

you're too good for jean, jimmy, you know that right? you should find someone else.

“I don’t believe that for a second. To be honest I don’t know if I’m good enough for her. I’ve got anger management issues and all I can do is fight. Scare myself sometime’s with how easy I think it is to take a life. Makes me wonder how much worse I’ll get. Hope she leaves me before I’m too far gone.”

[wolviejr]

How long until Jean dumps you for Scott?

“Fuck off. But since I’ve gotta gun to my head and have to answer, I dunno. I’d like to think we’d come to see that we’re a better pair than she and dickwad but we’ll see. Just let me enjoy this for a second, alright?

[wolviejr]

Do you feel like you won?

“I don’t like it but yeah. I mean I had to fight the dick and choked him out and now I’m with Jean. Sounds sick and petty when I say it like that. Jean’s not somethin’ to be won. All I know is I’m in a much better spot that that guy.”

[wolviejr]

how did you feel when logan died?

“Well I didn’t like it if that’s what you’re askin’, you sicko. I was sad but not torn to pieces. He’s somebody I want to get to know better but we butt heads at ever turn. I felt like I was missing out on the one person I knew I had some sort of connection to.”

[wolviejr]

[wolviejr]

vulcxnx‌:

“’fuck wrong with you?” He looked at the kid with a curious expression. He was looking around for one of his brothers, as in Alex or Scott. Not the little shithead or whatever they called him. He then did a double take and recognized the kid some. “Oh. Hey, man. Did everything work out with your girl and you?”

“That’s exactly why I said no. We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout that.” In all honesty things were working out as far as he was concerned. He was just a private man and he could smell the Summers on this guy from a wild away. Feel like it’d be in piss poor taste to talk to one of them about Jean.

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[wolviejr]

xbloodstormx‌:

“Is everything okay, Jimmy?” Ororo looked at the other, red eyes now trained on the man in front of her. She knew that they went through an ordeal this weekend, so she felt kind of bad for him and Logan - but it seemed that the Jeans were more into Scott, of course she felt a little jealous because her and younger Scott had so much in common, but that was neither here nor there.

He could smell her coming up on him. Similar to the other Storm but just different enough, and with the distinct difference in heartbeat it was easy for him to hear the difference between them. Looking at her from the side of his eye he shook his head with a small but slightly amused scoff. “I’m fine, O, but I’m not going to talk about what I know you want me to talk about.” He and Jean were something, and it was feeling like it was something serious, that she chose him, but he didn’t know just what they were and he wasn’t about to tell people things that he didn’t know for sure.

[wolviejr]

“No.”

[wolviejr]

phcenixes‌:

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off exhaustion had began to creep in. The magnitude of the day had never been lost on Jean, but standing on the other side of it was almost scarier. There was no forced bravery or resolve that she had been trying to build. Jean had been brave because she had to be. The Phoenix needed a home and she was its best bet. Even if she didn’t want to be consumed Jean had braced herself to burn so the world didn’t have to. Oh, how she had failed. The Phoenix had found a new host and it wasn’t her. Emma Frost ( the very same Emma who wanted to sacrifice jean to the phoenix ) now had its fire thrumming in her rib while all Jean felt was the startling cold. She had never realized before just at home she was with a sliver of cosmic power coursing through her veins. It didn’t matter if she was using it or not. The Phoenix had set its gaze on Jean when she was a child and now it had abandoned her. Or, maybe, she had abandoned it. It was hard to say.

There were no words Jean could find to express the fact that she was embarrassed. Not because there had been all of that fuss and then she’d balked – although that existed too – but because a part of her was disappointed. It was both the feeling of relief that she wasn’t the Phoenix and shame that she hadn’t followed through. Whether or not her tumultuous relationship with the Phoenix was over was hard to say, but  in that moment alone with Jimmy she felt more startlingly human than she had in a long time.

“Yeah, over me.” She parroted back. “As in, over my bullshit. I know some people are. Telepath.” The word was redundantly tossed in at the last moment. Of course Jimmy knew what she was. He had been there more than almost anyone at this point. “I wouldn’t blame you. I mean, look at me. Dead person to amnesiac to failure. It’s all Jean Grey this and Jean Grey that and I’m just… I don’t know. Jean’s great, but we’re different. The Phoenix chose her and it didn’t choose me.” So how much of the same person could they be?

It would have been incredibly hard for Jean to just forget about the Phoenix Five. Her older self had been preoccupied as well but there didn’t seem to be much they could do. Jean herself was still trying to find some kind of composure in the middle of the chaos and she had no idea where to start. At his motion she became aware of  the blood and dabbed at it with one finger to confirm its existence before leaning in so that he could dab it away. She swallowed an apology for the millisecond of trouble before her head began to shake at his words.

“I have so much thinking to do. About me and Jean and the Phoenix and just everything.” And Scott. Where was he? Gone, running away to Krakoa with his older self. The sharp pain in her gut was a reminder that while Jean loved Scott he felt like a stranger. He had hung her out to dry and he wasn’t there for her now. Jimmy was. Jimmy had been. Did she love Scott because she felt like she had to? Like that was how it always had been and should so forever? No. Jean knew it was real, but that didn’t mean it was the only real thing in her life. “I don’t want to talk.”  Her hands rose to frame his face on either side so that he had no choice but to look into her eyes. “I’m sick of talking about everything and nothing happening. I didn’t even know who I was and — You. You’ve been here, with me. That means a lot.”

For the third time since knowing him, Jean leaned in and kissed Jimmy. One hand fell to his arm, tugging it slightly to move with her as she eased back onto the bed. Body unfurling, Jean pulled away to look at him for a moment. If he didn’t want to kiss her that was fine, but the door was closed and she was ready to let her walls dow.

Jean meant a lot to Jimmy. In fact, Jean was almost everything to him. Before she was in his life he was alone, scared, cold, and running around the Yukon like some wild beast. Hunting and scavenging and avoiding people as much as he could. He didn’t know what he was or who he was and all he did know was how to survive, and so he did. Countless nights he felt the bitter cold. Whole limbs claimed by frostbite only for them to slowly and painfully regenerate. Sure, he was surviving but what he wasn’t doing was living. As far as Jimmy was concerned the day his life began, the day he started living, was when he met Jean Grey. Injured and enraged she found him. When others struck him not being sure what to make of him she humored him, gave him a chance, gave him an identity. Before that day he didn’t know he had a name. He was just him, and there was no one to call him anything other than the cries the animals made, but because of Jean he was now Jimmy, and he was grateful for that.

Her generosity didn’t end there. She even gave him a home. Despite what the guys had to say she brought him to the institute. Gave him a place to live and a team to work for. He went from spending countless says alone fighting for survival to working on a team, living in a mansion, and pining over a woman he was forced to watch be in the arms of a man he was regularly at odds with. He never was particularly fond of Scott but with his actions recently in regards to Jean he hated him. He let himself become a puppet and put Jean in danger at every corner, assisting in her death, helping keep her captive and then trying to sacrifice her life for his own purposes. It was bullshit and he was glad Jean was finally beginning to see it.

Jimmy was about to speak as he felt her soft hands cradle his face. Her touch was what he longed for. He was starved from affection and in this moment he felt wanted and supported. The warmth of her hands began to melt his stress away as he looked into her eyes. As she spoke he could hear his heart pound like drums. Then it happens. As their lips connected time nearly slowed for him. This time was different to him. This wasn’t the sporadic actions of an amnesiac or the thankful adrenaline fueled kiss of someone who had just gone through a near death experience. She was in her right mind. This was her. She chose him.

As she guided him he followed suit. Holding himself over her with his one arm he stared down at her and admired her. Not for her figure or just her beauty but for who she was and the moment they were sharing. A nervous smile crossed his face as he looked into her eyes like pools of emerald. He felt the blood begin to rush to his cheeks as  he felt the warming sensation of blushing like some school boy, but he didn’t hid it. He wanted her to know how he was feeling, wanted to share this moment to their core.  Lowering himself over her he locked their lips together as he leaned into the kiss deeply. A pang of guilt began to creep into his chest. Did she really want to take things this far or was he just taking advantage of her vulnerable emotional state. Reluctantly, Jimmy pulled away from her, craving nothing but the taste of her lips. “Jean.” His voice was shaky with excitement. Clearing his throat he continued. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

[wolviejr]

phcenixes‌:

Everything about the evacuation of the moon was a bit of a blur. When Jean closed her eyes still saw gold, but now there was a cold emptiness that accompanied the visual that she had gotten so used to. While a part of her knew deep down that it wasn’t over, the part that was supposed to be resting was struggling to do so. Having your memories suddenly poured back into your mind wasn’t necessarily a pleasant experience and the headache that coursed between her temples was evident of that. The Phoenix had given them back but left her with a nice little fuck you as a reminder that they were currently at odds.

The room that the Avengers had graciously put them up in on the Compound was bigger than what Jean had expected. She knew others were sharing but with everything that had happened and all the hushed whispers she had been ushered into her own room away from the others. Jean had promised to come back and then vanished in a cloud of anxiety and if it hadn’t been for Jimmy she would have been completely alone. With arms wrapped around her chest she stared out over the dark grass and concrete the window displayed.

“I want you to tell me that you’ll sit down and take a second to rest.” She finally turned away to look at him. “You got impaled by Namor and I know my body weight crushing yours when I fell couldn’t have helped. You looked very beat up and very naked.” It was the first acknowledgement she had made to his exposed state and her proximity to him during it. The last thing she wanted was to make him uncomfortable when they had so many other things going on.

A heavy sigh left her chest as she moved deeper into the room, taking his lead and picking up the oversized t-shirt they had left for her. Before she had left Krakoa, Logan had retrieved the uniform that he claimed she had worn. The tight suit had felt constricting then but now it felt familiar. Comfortable. She was reluctant to tug off the x-shaped gloves and the jacket. Peeling off the top part she tugged the t-shirt over her head so she could remove the suit without paying any mind to Jimmy. For a long time it had been just Jean and the boys. Bobby had never been into her for obvious reasons and Hank hadn’t either, but she had gotten to the point with both Warren and Scott that they could all quickly change whenever the moment called for it. Kicking it off fully, she left the uniform on the floor so that she could climb onto the bed and tuck on bare leg under the other.

“How am I? Happy to be alive, I guess. I don’t know. If I had just gotten it together we wouldn’t have Psycho Force Five out there glowing like deranged models. All everyone has done recently is focus on me. How are you not bored? Or, I don’t know, over me? I’m over me.”

Her lip became caught between her teeth as Jean gnawed for a second, unaware that the copper taste of blood had leaked in slightly. “You’re right, there’s a lot to unpack but I don’t think I can do it tonight. This morning I didn’t even know my birthday and now I can very clearly remember way too much. I don’t know where to go, so tonight I want to stay here.”

Jimmy was caught a bit off guard by her last comment and couldn’t help but cough in awkward surprise as he felt his cheeks warm ever so slightly. He averted his eyes and glanced at what was left of his arm. That definitely didn’t go so smoothly. To be honest he couldn’t remember a time that he was in so much physical pain but at the same time he felt that he’d felt worse. Whatever happened in his past life must have been all sorts of screwed up. Clearing his throat he turned back to Jean, “Yeah that’s fair.” He wanted to apologize about the whole naked thing but that was more cringe worthy than he was willing to deal with right now. He just hoped that if she caught a look at his business it wasn’t scorched and torn up to high heaven.

Submitting he took a seat in a desk chair. Damn it felt good to sit. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relaxation before he realized she was stripping down in front of him. His eyes lingered for a moment before he turned his head and looked away. Just because she kissed him didn’t mean she wanted him to stare at her like some creep. She’s just had a long day and needs to get into something comfortable. That’s it.

Hearing her begin to speak again he finally looked back in her direction. Seeing her on the bed he got out of his chair and dragged it behind him so he could sit right across from her. Seeing her lack of attire caught him a bit by surprise but he certainly didn’t mind. That being said his eyes lingered on her legs for a moment before he quickly darted his eyes back up to hers.

“Over you?” He repeated almost sounding amused. Elder Jean clearly knew why he hadn’t gotten over her yet but he was afraid to even admit that as being the truth and was glad that this Jean, his Jean, hadn’t called him out on it yet. “I don’t see how I could be. You keep me busy.” He replied lightly and with a small smile, relieved that she didn’t see him rampage after she died. “As for the Pheonix fuckos, forget about ‘em right now. We’ve got some of the greatest X-Men and Avengers here to help deal with them.” He said trying to reassure her knowing that it wouldn’t.

Jimmy caught a wiff of something in the air, he couldn’t help but sniff until he noticed that it was her blood. Seeing the faint bit of Crimson caught on her lip as she spoke his concerns only increased. There was so much on her mind right now and he had no idea how to help her through it. “Then let’s not talk about it tonight.” Jimmy said as he grabbed a tissue and took a seat next to her on the bed. “C’mere.” He said with a small wave as he leaned in a dabbed the scarlet from her lip. “We can talk or do whatever you want, okay Jean?” He asked as his pale blue eyes got lost in her green.

[wolviejr]

@xsniktx​

“Old man.” Jimmy said as he knocked on the door frame of Logan’s temporary room. He was in a black tank top with his arm about a tenth of the way regrown. He was surprised to see himself coming to Logan. Entering the room not waiting for permission to enter he tossed him a can of beer. “Let’s talk.”

[wolviejr]

@phcenixes​

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Jean. You know I’ll be fine. Let’s focus on you.” He said as he finished washing off the nub that was what was left of his arm that slowly healed and began putting on a black tank top. “I appreciate the concern but we both know you need more attention right now than me.” He said as he fumbled his nub through the armhole awkwardly. This wasn’t something he was used to. 

While he knew just how serious everything was right now he couldn’t help but stop and stare at Jean. Sure, she may have been going through a crisis right now but it was nice to just be alone with her being the true her again. A smile quirked up across his face before he wiped it away with his remaining hand.

He wanted to ask about the kiss on the moon and the one on Krakoa but he knew there were more pressing matters than that right now, no matter how much he wanted to focus on other things. “Alright Jean. What can I do to help ya out here? You’ve got a lot to unpack and I’m here for you if you want to do that now.”

[magiksx]

“And what did you think was going to happen? That we would not eventually fight back?”

[wolviejr]

“Never thought that.”

[withoutworlds]

“Halloween’s coming up—- I could be carving pumpkins, drinking hot cocoa, and watching scary movies. But no. I’ve got to stand here and watch everyone destroy each other again. It never ends, does it?“

[wolviejr]

“That’s all you’re worried about with this shit show?”

[technocable]

“This timeline is really fucked up.”

[wolviejr]

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

[wolviejr]

scarletwiitching‌:

“It’s very much appreciated. I suppose you know who I am?”

Had to get there eventually. “Yeah, and that’s why I’m here. Know it can’t be that simple, but I need you to undo it.” Jean didn’t need to go through all of that again.

[wolviejr]

pclariis‌:

“You’re really giving your old man a run for his money on the anger thing, aren’t you?”

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”