GENRE: fluff ! + slight angst
WARNINGS: slightly possessive jean
NOTES: i love women omg <33 @sav0ry requested a Jean gxg imagine i hope u like it love!! it's basically about jean falling for a girl for the first time and it's been in my drafts forever.

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Jean could see from the first day that you stepped foot into Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, that you'd make a huge splash. And she was right - given that you could control water, and the fact that the entire student body seemed infatuated with you.

You were stunning - breath-taking, even - but you always acted earnest, and kind. There was something about you that was so easy to talk to, with a twinkle in your eye and a comforting smile. It was difficult to not feel content when you were around.

Unlike you, Jean could hear everyone's thoughts.

The leering from the boys, and the rushed thoughts of girls hoping you weren't straight. And them thinking about how beautiful you were, how they'd work up the courage to ask you out, or even just say 'hello'.

The thoughts only grew louder the longer you stuck around, particularly when you and her became close - they were always there to greet her whenever someone else was around.

Jean was lucky enough to become your friend in the first few weeks, hanging out with you daily. You made her feel really good, and she couldn't help how much she smiled around you (not to mention the fuzzy feeling she always had in the chest when you were there).

And it took her a while to figure out, but she eventually did.

Jean first realized it in class.

You were distracted, barely paying attention to your teacher as they told the class about their lesson for the day. You absently tapped your pencil to your cheek, seemingly in though. Then your lips wrapped against the eraser, chewing on it absent-mindedly.

Her mind wandered to the inevitable as she put her head in her hands. She didn't mean to, but her mind was going crazy, picturing your mouth pressed to hers. Your hands holding her face as she sat in your lap, close to your warmth. And she had to catch herself.

She'd never considered herself to be attracted to girls, let alone one of her best friends. But when she noticed the attraction, it didn't seem to go away. In fact, it all seemed to click.

She really liked you.

The way you walked, the timbre of your voice, and how much you looked out for her. Your soft skin, and subtle curves that she couldn't help but linger on. How you smelled when you sat close, or the little things you did when you were nervous. She really liked it all. More than she thought she could.

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The second time she realized, was when you and Peter were talking about something. Your back was leant against the wall of the library, your books pressed to your chest as you looked up at Peter. He had his arm up by your head, leaning onto it casually, a playful grin on his lips. He was saying something that made you smile and laugh, a blush coating your cheeks gently. Jean couldn't help but feel upset, freezing in her spot as her mind raced with what to do. Usually, you only flustered because of her, and she felt possessive of the action suddenly - wanting to be the only one she shared it with.

When Jean tuned into Peter's thoughts, realising that he was about to make a move on you, she panicked. She did something unexpected; telekinetically knocking a few novels of the highest shelf. The books didn't do much damage - hitting him in the shoulders, and a stray paperback bouncing off his head. His plan was successfully foiled, and you were simply holding back a giggle, asking him if he was okay. The moment seemed to be ruined, and Peter only mumbled out that he was fine, rubbing at the spot that had been injured.

There was a pause, and Jean couldn't help but feel dreadful. She would've never done something like that under normal circumstances, and if she was in her right mind her entire body would've yelled at her to pull back. But she couldn't think right when it came to you. Belatedly, she was realizing the extent of what you were doing to her. She was hardly a jealous person by any standards, but there she was, literally holding everyone back so that she could have you to herself.

It didn't seem fair on either of you, but Jean couldn't help how she felt around you. She really needed to think about either gathering the guts to speak to you, or actively try and get over you.

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The third time she realized she liked you a lot, also happened to be when she learnt how much you truly cared about her, too.

She'd been injured after a mission she'd gone on with the X-men. You and Jubilee weren't on the main team, and mostly had to wait around for them to come back whenever they went off to fight or do something dangerous. The both of you were used to bonding, sitting in anxiety while you waited with baited breath to see if all of your friends came back okay.

The minute you found out Jean had been knocked out, your heart dropped. You couldn't help the way you shook while Scott explained it to you, promising you that she'd be okay after a few days of rest (according to Hank, who you trusted a lot more than the other boy).

Jubilee hugged you from the side, comforting you while you sat by Jean's bed. She'd been moved out of the hospital after some tests, and took a couple of hours before she could even blink her eyes open. She was groaning, a headache kicking in that felt like that worst one of her life.

You rushed to her side, offering kind and reassuring words, and helping her get comfortable. As the days passed, you'd come and go - but were the one person constantly by her side.

That weekend, your friend group decided to go to the mall and see a movie, but you opted out when you heard Jean wasn't up to it yet. It wasn't even a thought to you, and staying back in her dorm room felt like the right thing to do. She was important to you, and you didn't want her to be lonely - or maybe feel like she was left out (even if she was the one that turned them down in the first place).

"You really didn't have to stay," Jean told you quietly, sitting with her back up against her headboard, "I'm fine, you know?"

Jean had always prided herself on the fact that she was strong enough to do things on her own. She found it hard to accept people's help, and let them in. You were the closest person to her in the entire world, and she still felt like she was a burden sometimes - no matter how often you told her how much she wasn't, and how much you appreciated her.

"I know, Jean," You sat opposite her, across the sheets where you were draped in her favourite blanket. It smelt like her, but you'd never let her know how much you loved that. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you," You shrugged, playing with the tassels on the edge of the fabric.

She was glad you weren't looking, because her face felt decidedly warm as she brought her legs to her chest, laughing your words off slightly, "Oh, sure. Stay home with the patient, instead of seeing the new 'Indiana Jones'. . . that sounds like a lot more fun."

You couldn't help but chuckle, peering up into her green eyes, your head tilting in a way that made butterflies shoot to her stomach. "What if I do prefer it, huh?" You teased her slightly, watching the way she seemed to fluster when you looked right at her.

"I don't believe you," She let out a nervous laugh, looking at anything but you as she tucked a strand of amber hair behind her ear. What you'd give to play with it, running you hands through it tenderly like you did during your most intimate, sleepy moments.

"I'd spend a million more days just sitting with you, over some sticky food court," You admitted honestly, wondering how she didn't know how equally hopeless you were for her. Particularly given her telepathic abilities. You supposed she made a point not to look inside your head - - but you didn't know that it was because she was afraid she'd see something she didn't like.

Her pretty green eyes flickered up to meet yours, surprised by the vehemence in your voice, "You mean that?"

"Of course I do," You reached out, your hand brushing against hers, which were gathered in her lap, "You're my best friend. I'd do anything for you." The words tasted bitter, but it was the truth. You'd give anything to make sure she was okay - even if it meant supressing your feelings if she didn't return them.

"Anything?" She asked, voice just above a whisper once her fingers intertwined with hers, caring and comforting in a familiar way.

"Anything," You admitted, voice dropping just like hers given how close you were.

There was an almost defeating silence as she debated her next words, deciding if she was really going to come out and reveal every single one of her recent revelations. Your eyes were warm, and enchanting, and she almost forgot you were looking for a reply at all.

"Kiss me?" She eventually asked, not sure what had brought her to that - of all things.

Jean was utterly surprised when you did just what you'd promised, closing the minimal space between you. Your hands held her cheeks delicately as your lips slotted together, gentle and soft like you'd expected. She was overwhelmed, but in the greatest way possible, kissing you with everything she could muster.

You must have felt it, because you were smiling into it, breaking away from her when you couldn't help but giggle slightly.

"What is it?" She queried, mouth quirked into a little grin despite herself, cheeks flushed.

"You could've done that sooner, you know?" You told her, your thumb running along her cheekbone because you refused to let her go now that you had her.

You always thought pink looked good on her, watching the way she blushed, and her eyelashes fluttered in embarrassment. "I didn't know you wanted to. . ." She admitted, and you could feel the way her hand rested on your thigh, her finger tracing sunconcious patterns against you.

Your chest felt tight at the notion - because you'd fallen for her after practically a day of knowing her. The thought was actually pretty funny, but you decided to spend the time correcting her when you weren't having a moment.

"Of course I did. . ." You chuckled, and she could listen to the sound of it forever. Her stomach bubbled with butterflies every time she made you laugh lately - whether it was intentional or not. "I love you as a friend, but I also really like you a Hell of a lot, you know? It's complicated," Your one hand flittered through her hair, pushing it back slightly, which made her lean into your touch despite herself.

"Tell me about it," She couldn't help but laugh, too, practically glowing as her eyes fell to your lips again.

You didn't have to be a telepathy to get the cue - soon lost in one of what felt like a million kisses you shared that afternoon before you friends came back. And there'd be many more to come, at that rate.