꒰ 🕶️ ꒱ includes 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 text post + headcanons at the bottom,, sfw ,, established relationship ,, scott being the driest texter known to man
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Texts in full sentences. Always. No abbreviations, no emojis, no lowercase. It’s like reading a professionally worded email from your local accountant who moonlights as a field commander. He will punctuate correctly. Even in emergencies.
His tone is impossible to read. “Ok.” And you’ll spend half an hour spiraling, thinking he’s mad. He’s not. He’s just done typing.
Doesn’t understand sarcasm over text. If you say “wow, amazing job,” he will respond with a simple, “Thank you.” and genuinely mean it.
Rarely initiates conversation, not because he doesn’t want to, he just overthinks it. He’ll type “Hi” and delete it ten times before settling on “Good evening.” Then stare at it like it’s too forward.
Autocorrect loves him because he never abbreviates. Never “lol,” never “idk.” Maybe, maybe “okay” / “ok” without a period when he’s being casual. Mostly it’s:
“I do not know.”
“That sounds interesting.”
“You’re right.”
He loves when you send photos; of you, the sky, your dinner, your shoes, your pet. Hs never asks for them, but when he gets one he responds simply but warmly: “That’s nice. I like that.” or “You look good.”
Only checks the X-Men group chat when absolutely necessary. The second he opens it it’s chaos. He scrolls, sighs audibly, and mutters “I’m not doing this today.” 20 minutes later, someone pings him directly: “Scott, please do something.” He opens it again, types a full sentence with punctuation, and the chat immediately dies. “Everyone report to sub-basement two in ten minutes. Training debrief.” Silence. Message reactions trickle in. No one dares reply.
Doesn’t mute the chat because that feels irresponsible, but he wants to. Instead he reads through the flood of nonsense once every few hours like a disappointed dad catching up on what his kids destroyed.
Absolutely comes to you for slang translation.
“What does ‘it’s giving Krakoa-core’ mean? I think they’re mocking me.” / “Someone said I’m ‘based.’ Is that…insulting?”
“No, that’s good, babe.”
“Oh. Good. Then I won’t delete their field assignment.”
Scott’s most frequently used message is “Ok.”Not “okay,” not “ok 👍,” not “k.” just Ok. capital O, period. It can mean anything. Agreement. Annoyance. Exhaustion. Affection. Emotional meltdown. You’ll never know.
He’s so strict over text that sometimes you forget he’s your boyfriend and not your field commander. “Hydrate.” / “Eat something that isn’t coffee.” / “Don’t forget your jacket.” / “You said you’d rest by 10:00. It’s 10:04.”
Only uses three emojis, and they are 👍 , 👎 , 😐
When he’s stressed or working he answers in single words: “Busy.” / “Later.” / “Training.” / “Debrief.” / “Ok.” / You’ve learned that’s his version of “I love you but my brain is in mission mode.”
If someone else texts him, he’s curt, clipped, borderline scary. If you text him, he breathes before replying. His tone softens, he double-checks his phrasing to make sure he doesn’t sound cold.
You could maybe, maaaybe, get him to warm up to using “❤️” with you, but even that would take like a year for him to get comfortable with. The first time he’d send it, he’d immediately follow up with “Was that appropriate?”
