Him being genuinely surprised that you wanted to date him, because he had been labeled as a ‘dork’ and ‘loser’ for most of his life, and he figured his crush on you was just like any other. Where the girl is too good for the boy.
Being close friends with Jean. She’s your go to gal, and she gives the best advice when Scott decides to be an ass(Which happens only sometimes). She and yourself like to gossip about Scott, unbeknownst to him. He’s clueless, and usually just looks at you from the across the classroom with a confused look, before shooting you a dork-ish grin.
Long kisses before class in the hallways, because he doesn’t want to let go of you just yet. You’ve gotten yelled at Hank before for doing this because ‘making out in front of the kids is not a good thing!’
Hank catching the two of you passing notes during class, in a rather out there way, and making you read them out loud to the class. You look at Scott, fiddling with the paper in your hand before murmuring to Hank, “I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
Learning to love his mature, serious side, along with his immature and more silly side. He puts up the mature stature when in front of others, especially the X-Men group, but when you get him alone, he turns into a puppy dog.
Some sort of physical contact, whenever and wherever. Whether it’s just holding hands, his fingers trailing circles on your shoulders as he stands behind you, or his arm around your waist while you’re walking.
Helping Scott accept his powers, and how strong they are, and trying your best to help him not let the fear of what he can do blind him.
Having him constantly worry about hurting you unintentionally, because his power is unpredictable the moment his glasses come off.
Listening to the stories he has about Alex, and learning about the brother you could have had. He tells you all about his childhood, and when he developed his powers, and how Alex was the one who helped him stand up and begin to accept that he was a mutant.
He tells you that he wishes he could have saved his brother, that, ‘With a power like this, you think I could do some good…” He pauses, lifting his glasses and rubbing his shut eyes, ‘Alex always thought I was gonna do good in life, do something to help… I couldn’t even help him…’
Scott telling you that Alex would have loved you, and would have seen you like a little sister. And, Scott would get total perks for catching such a babe.
Scott throwing popcorn at your face while watching movies because you’re ‘too serious and need to lighten up a bit.’
You throwing the popcorn back at his face, laughing. He pretends to be offended, pressing a hand over his heart and whimpering.
Scott putting your interests before his, and planning dates that are outside of the mall. He knows that, though you like to go see movies and maybe catch dinner, you also favor time where it’s just the two of you as well.
He’s got a ridiculous temper, and has the tendency to get blindly jealous over little things. Like, someone looking at you the wrong way, or someone talking to you in what he would call a ‘flirtatious fashion’.
This happens more often than not while you’re out in public, and has resulted in a few fights, where he threatens the other person, saying things like, “you wouldn’t want me to take these lovely glasses off, would you?” He growls lowly, “‘Cause the moment I do, you’re ass is going to laser beamed.”
Sitting in his car, and looking at him from your seat. “You know, they can look and stuff, but I’m not interested in them. You’ve no need to get jealous.” “If only you could see how they’re lookin’ at you, (Name). It’s… Disgusting.” “But, it’s okay for you to look at me that way?” Scott got quiet, unclenching his fists from around the steering wheel and glancing at you, “You’re mine. There’s a difference.” “I’m not yours,” You stated, tilting your head towards him as he cupped your cheek, “This was a choice we both made. We’re not property to be won. Keep that in mind.” “I will.” He leaned over the console, pressing a light kiss to your lips, “But, the next time a scum bag looks at you like that, I’m frying his ass.”
Laying down in his bed on a Saturday afternoon, his fingers tracing along your back as he looks at his ceiling, relishing in how peaceful and at home he felt with you. Scott swallowed softly, a familiar feeling rising in his chest, that began the day he met you, “Hey, (Name)…” You lift your head up and hum at him, “Yeah?” “I love you.”
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