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GENRE: fluff !
WARNINGS: noooone
NOTES: so this is first class Alex, but set in the time of Apocalypse if that makes sense ?? so all the Apocalypse characters are in this, but Alex is young & blonde & moody. ill do a part 2 if y'all request.

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Most people never really understood your and Alex's friendship. Most people didn't even know how you got through to him in the first place.

But then again, it kind of did make sense. One of your many abilities that you got with your mutation, was the power to calm people down, just by being near them. That meant that you subdued Alex's anger issues just by being by his side, and even more so when you touched him.

You couldn't count how many times he'd gotten frustrated when you weren't there, yelling at people and throwing things around, just for you to come up to him, touch him gently, and have all of his anger dissipate like it had never even existed in the first place.

Currently, Alex's brother was watching you two from the door of the common room, more than astonished. No matter how many times he saw how his brother interacted with you, it was still a shock.

You were laying on one of the couches together, your legs over Alex's lap and head resting on his one shoulder, reading softly from a book that he couldn't quite make out from the distance. Alex had his arms crossed, staring forwards as he listening to you.

Something must've been pretty funny in the book, because Alex snorted out a laugh, his lips quirking up into a rare smile as he looked over at you. As you carried on reading, his eyes still didn't shift from you, not for one moment. It was like he was entranced, his arms uncrossing so that he could lean his one hand on your thigh, and the other on his lap.

Scott was confused. He'd never seen his brother that expressive - not unless it was anger, anyways.

"What's up, Scott?" Jean asked as she approached him in the hallway. "Your thoughts sounded really confused."

He didn't reply, instead moving out of the doorway so that she could see through, too.

It immediately clicked when she saw the two of you.

You'd discarded your book on your lap, instead playing with Alex's short blonde hair, running your fingers through it as you told him he needed to get it cut.

He held his usual stoic face, but couldn't help the smile that stretched his lips when you pulled away from him, saying in the most reassuring tone you could muster: "Its cute like this, though."

"Freaky." Jean commented, Scott nodding slowly at her remark, before they both decided to leave the two of you in peace.

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You stumbled slightly over the rug in your room, only to have Alex tighten the grip he had on your waist, holding you steady. "Thanks." You commented, flushed as Alex began to move you around again.

You'd always been a clumsy dancer, but somehow, Alex seemed to know just how to fix up your mistakes. He removed his shoes because he knew that your toes would somehow get trampled (he always left the laces on his combat boots loose so that he could slip them off easily), he always held you close so that you wouldn't fall. He really was a gentleman.

Your head rested on his chest, his cheek pressed against your head as you moved together. His one arm around your waist, and one of yours holding his shoulder slightly. Free hands clasped together near your chests as you simply leaned on each other, and swayed in a small circle, him humming under his breath to whatever song was playing then.

Alex's mouth dropped to your hairline, leaving a small kiss in his wake.

"I love you, you know that, right? I care about you." He whispered, leaning down so that he was near your ear.

You couldn't help but beam, replying against the material of his shirt: "I know you do. And I love you too, Alex."

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"Hey, Al?" You called across the common room from where you sat on one of the sofas. Alex looked up at you, discarding what he was working on at the large wooden table for a moment.

His jaw clenched as everyone in the room went silent at the nickname you'd given him. He said nothing, nor looked at them, but they still got the message: 'I dare you to say something'. He loved it when you called him that, it always made his heart do this weird fluttering thing.

"Yeah?"

"Throw me a pencil, will you?" You asked, outstretching your hands as you awaited the item.

Alex picked one out from his pencil-bag, tossing it at you, and you caught it. He knew that you liked to write notes in your favourite books; just thoughts, and comments, and things to remember. He'd always found it really cute, and super entertaining when he read the book afterwards, seeing what you'd written.

"Thanks." You smiled at him genuinely, both of you turning back to your task at hand.

Scott, Jean, Peter, and Johnny couldn't seem to shake the interaction, all of them looking between each other as if to say, 'was that real?'

But it was. And it would've been a totally normal and casual occurrence, if it hadn't been Alex who was involved in it. He didn't help people out, and have nicknames, and talk so casually in front of more than two people at most (it was always reluctant). That just wasn't him.

Except it was. It was him with you.

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Alex was seething, and he didn't quite know what to do. He knew he wasn't supposed to get angry anymore, that it wasn't healthy to react like he did, but who could blame him when someone doofus hit him in the head with a football?

He held it in his hands, squeezing it so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Slowly approaching the group of mutants that it'd come from, he watched their nervous expressions. Alex had a killer glare on his face, not budging from his spot to give the ball back, not when his blood was boiling.

But he caught himself. He saw one of the guy's scared expressions, and he actually hesitated.

"I need to find (Y/n)." Was all that Alex managed out, before he dropped the item in his hand, and sprinted off to go and find you.

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When he found you in your dorm room, he didn't stop until he was in your arms, burying his head in the crook of your neck with a huff.

"Woah there, Alex. You okay?" You asked, arms finding their way around his back in a hurry.

His hands were shaking as he ran them over the side of your body, eventually letting them rest on your hips. "I was so angry." At this point, his agitation had already melted, him sighing into your skin as he felt his shoulders relax.

"And you came to find me? That's really good, Al." You praised smally, one hand drifting up so that you could run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. That always kept him calm.

All he did was 'hmph' into the place where your shoulder and neck met.

"Wanna lie down?" You didn't get a verbal response, only him tugging you towards the bed.

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Alex Summers was never seen without his combat boots, his black leather jacket, and a stoic expression on his face.

So imagine the school populations surprise when he showed up to the school side of the house, without his jacket on. Instead, you, walking beside him, were wearing it. Your hands were intertwined, your other arm holding up your school books.

Alex looked over at you, catching your eyes on him. He didn't smile (not in front of all those people), but you could see how his eyes softened. You didn't have to be telepathic to get your thoughts across, 'Ignore the staring. It's okay.'

It was pretty easy to block all of the other students out after that. All he had to do was concentrate on your hand in his, and everything would turn out fine.

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Rumours were immediately flying around, when, at the start of vacation, you left school with the Summers boys.

Theories spread like wild fire as to why you were going with them, most of them having to do with that fact that you and Alex were supposedly 'secretly dating'. Ironically, not one of the many theories were the truth; Alex and you just wanted to spend the Summer with your best friend.

Luckily you weren't around for any of those rumours, anyways. You were driving to his home in a dark blue Chevy that Charles had allowed you to use for your time away from school.

You sat in the back with Scott to keep him company, which Alex didn't seem to mind. Every now and again his eyes would flicker to the rear-view mirror, seeing you chatting with his younger brother. The sight of it made his heart do the same weird fluttering thing it did when you used nicknames or pet-names with him. Almost like he was proud of how well you still got along with each other.

It was really good to catch up with Scott, because you'd actually been friends with him for longer than Alex. Eventually, as you both aged, you grew closer to the older brother, who was originally just an acquaintance of yours - which only made sense, given that you were the same age, and seemed to click instantly after actually hanging out for the first time. You hadn't talked to Scott properly in a while, so it was nice to hear what was happening in his life.

Peering over at him as he talked, gesticulating during his story about something hilarious that Kurt had done, you couldn't help but admire how he'd grown up. It hadn't even processed to you that Scott was becoming an actual, legitimate man. He was donning nice clothes, neat brown hair, and he was tall, with warm brown eyes behind his glasses. His lips had filled out and his personality now shone. It was strange to see, but it was also endearing. You'd watched him grow up.

You smiled at his story, laughing genuinely at the appropriate parts.

After a while, your conversation dissolved into comfortable silence, and you turned to stare out the window as the countryside turned into a cityscape. Alex clearing his throat rather loudly from in front of you, pulling you out of your reverie not a few minutes later.

Your eyes flickered over to him, only to see him peering at you through the rear-view mirror. Of course he couldn't just call for you like a normal person.

"What's up?" You asked him, leaning forward so that your chin was resting on the back of the leather seat, near his shoulder.

He shrugged, staying silent.

That was so typical of him. He did this thing, when you were talking to other people, or paying them attention; he'd realize that he wanted your attention as well, and tried to get you to give it to him. It was almost like jealousy . . . yet it wasn't. It just reminded him of how much he missed your affection.

You understood that, so you didn't hesitate to lean even further forwards in your seat, and wrap your hands around him, so that your conjoined hands were resting on his chest. Your nose brushed against the back of his neck, near his ear.

That must've been exactly what he wanted, because he stayed silent, content and happy to have you with him.

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Scott was the first person inside to greet his parents, and he brought both of them into a big group hug simultaneously, one arm around each of them. When he pulled away, he was grinning wildly. "Oh, you're going to love this!" He exclaimed as quietly as he could to them so that you and Alex (who were walking up the pathway towards the house) couldn't hear.

"What are we going to love?" His mom asked, confused, yet still smiling at her youngest.

"Oh, you'll see." Scott told them, moving behind the two as Alex lead you into the foyer.

Once you stepped in, you placed your bag down on the floor so that you could meet their parents properly. Alex followed suit with his suitcase, staying right behind you in a reassuring and protective way.

"It's so lovely to finally meet you both." You admitted with a sheepish smile. "I'm (Y/n)."

"It's so nice to meet you too, darling! We've heard so, so much." Their mom greeted, pulling you in for a hug.

"All good, I hope, Mrs. Summers." You remarked once you'd separated from the embrace, trying to hide the blush that blossomed on your cheeks when you realized that they'd talked to their parents about you. Probably a lot, too.

She laughed lightly at you. "Pish, posh." She waved you off. "You can call me Marie."

"And me, Tom." Their dad added straight afterwards, also bringing you in for a friendly, warm hug.

As soon as you'd moved to pick up your bags, Alex went to embrace his parents, too. By the expressions on their faces, they weren't expecting it, nor the cheery mood that Alex seemed to be in.

"Here, let me help you with that." Alex took your luggage for you, moving passed his parents (towards the upstairs rooms), expecting you to follow. When you didn't immediately, he turned back to you with a smile and a curious expression. "You coming?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry." You nodded, quickly catching up to him, throwing an arm around his shoulder. You'd been so caught up peering around his childhood home.

When the two of you were finally out of sight, his parents stood shell-shocked. After a few moments, they looked over at each other, and then to Scott - almost as if to ask if it was real or not.

"He's smiled more in the two minutes that I've seen him now, than he did the entirety of Summer last year." His dad remarked.

"Trust me, guys." Scott beamed. "There's more where that came from."

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As soon as you made it up to Alex's room, you collapsed onto his bed, face buried in one the clean smelling pillows.

He chuckled behind you, dropping both of your bags by the foot of the bed, looking down at your body, spread out across the comforter.

"Don't get the sheets dirty with your shoes, you moron." He chided, although you knew he had a smile on his face without you even having to see him.

Alex leant down to untie your loose laces, before pulling your shoes off, chucking them to the side. Pretty soon, his followed.

When he looked back up at you, you'd turned around, leaning up on your elbows. "This the first time a girl's ever been in your bed?" You teased, and watched as he rolled his eyes, trying to hide the way the corner of his mouth twitched at your words.

"Hmmm." He thought about it momentarily. "I don't think so." He moved from his place on the floor, climbing onto the bed with you. You made space for him, lying on your back so that your shoulders were brushing. "Back at Xavier's manor, I got this pretty hot chick into my bed a few times, but all she wanted to do was talk and cuddle with me."

You couldn't help but flush at his response, lips spreading into a smile. You looked over at him, seeing that he was already watching you.

"Oh, yeah?" You asked him, butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah. She'd help me sleep and stuff. What a total loser." He continued, blue eyes flickering over your features, your reaction.

"Huh. Maybe I'll just revoke all cuddles, then." You retorted to his banter, making his features pull into a fake pout.

"Oh, c'mon." He begged. "I was kidding."

You refused to answer him, turning your head the opposite direction to where he was, looking up at a shelf to your right.

"You know that the silent treatment doesn't work on me, (Y/n)." He added, shifting closer to you once he noticed you weren't budging. His arm wrapped around your waist, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart fluttered, but still, you didn't move or look at him.

"C'mon." Alex repeated. "We both know that you're not a loser." He said, breath against the skin of your neck as his nose brushed against your jaw slightly. He was near your ear, but made no effort to whisper in it. "Okay, so maybe you are." He smiled against your skin, making you chuckle slightly. "See! I knew I could break you." He tightened his grip around your stomach as you groaned lightly. "But hey, you're my loser." He commented finally.

Alex left a tender kiss just underneath your jaw, before he shifted away slightly, head tilting into his pillow as he closed his eyes.