GENRE: fluff fluff fluff !
WARNINGS: none :-)
NOTES: this was requested by ohmyvalkyrie ! sorry i forgot, but i hope you like it !

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You hadn't been teaching at Charles Xavier's school for very long when you heard the first buzz of a story from a passing student.

Everyone seemed to be dead set on the idea of you and Dr. Hank McCoy becoming a couple. It only made sense, given the fact that you were the most intellectual teachers there, were both scientist, and both incredibly shy and awkward.

The latter of course being the only things stopping the two of you from ever speaking, and forming a connection. One of the reasons everyone thought you suited each other best, was pretty much the biggest reason why you weren't together in any way, shape, or form - you found it to be just a little ironic.

You were constantly hearing things from the students about it all, even after a few weeks of still not having talked to the object of your supposéd affection yet.

"She and Mr. McCoy would be cute together, don't you think?" You heard a girl ask her friend as they turned to go outside towards the gardens.

You could feel your face heat up at the suggestion of it all, looking down at the floor as you continued to walk to the Headmaster's office.

You were a new addition to the teaching staff, being an old researcher for Charles in his earlier scientific career. You had a PhD in Biochemistry, and were a certified teacher; so who better could he have brought in to teach both Biology, and substitute for Chemistry? You certainly had a bright mind, and a keen sense of curiosity - but with that, came a sort of social awkwardness, because you didn't want to seem like you felt that you were smarter than anyone. And besides, you were shy; always having certain anxieties about meeting new people, and developing new relationships.

After walking for a few more moments, you arrived at the office of your friend, opening the door and slipping in. He had asked you to come down after your last lesson of the day.

"Afternoon, Charles." You remarked, placing the results of the students from your classes on the man's large oak desk.

"Afternoon, (Y/n). How's the school treating you so far?" He enquired with real curiosity, wanting to know that you were fitting in.

"Wonderfully, thank you." Your features split into a smile that he soon returned.

"I have a few boxes that need to be taken down to the lab, would you be a peach and do it for me? I have other priorities." He asked, gesturing to the two boxes of files that lay on a chair in front of one of his many cabinets.

"I don't mind." You shrugged. "I've been wanting to return to the lab for a while." You admitted, stacking the boxes and picking them up by the handles in the cardboard of the bottom one.

"I told you that you can go there anytime." He reminded genuinely, pausing when he saw you blush slightly, not looking him in the eyes.

He must have looked into your head, because a smile was on his lips when you finally looked up at him. "Dr. McCoy doesn't bite."

"Stop reading my mind, Charles." You huffed, but he knew you were only kidding. You, surprisingly, didn't mind. "It's just... you know how I am around new people. Especially when... when they're that intimidatingly smart."

'And attractive.' You thought, Charles laughing a bit when he heard it. You grinned at him, readjusting the items you were holding in your arms.

"I can guarantee that you would become good friends if you just talked. Neither one of you is smarter than the other - you are very much equals." Charles explained, and you nodded, glad that he could give you this little pep talk before you went downstairs.

"And remember." Charles told you as you began to leave his office. "He's more scared of you, than you are of him."

You chuckled, closing the door of the room behind you, balancing the boxes on your one leg momentarily, before you began your trip to your destination.

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The doors to the lab slid open, and then closed sleekly behind you. You walked over the the nearest table, placing your packages down.

At the sound of that, the only other person in the room lifted his head from his work, turning in his chair to look at you.

Surprise flushed over the dark haired man's face, and he immediately stood up, stuttering out: "D-doctor (Y/l/n)."

You gave him your kindest smile, trying to push the nervousness in your chest down. But then it just felt like butterflies in your stomach. Okay, maybe it was a little bit of both.

"Please." You spoke, approaching him with a few strides. "It's (Y/n)." You corrected.

He nodded quickly, cheeks turning a bright pink that spread to the tips of his ears. He couldn't help but look away from you, trying to not embarrass himself in front of you anymore than he already felt he had.

"Um, what're you working on?" You asked him partly out of curiosity, but mostly because you couldn't think of anything else to say in the presence of such a brilliant, and beautiful man.

"Um, oh." He flustered, turning around to clumsily show you the papers strewn across the table. "It's just this..."

Your eyes scanned his work, reading over it.

"Cellular regenerative mutant genes as a new form of medicine? It's brilliant. Could it work?" You enquired, looking up at Hank expectantly, knowing that he'd probably researched it day and night, and come up with theories upon theories.

He pursed his pink lips slightly, nodding his head thoughtfully. "Yes." He said. "I've just never had the cells to work with. The ability is rare, and Charles doesn't really seem to want to call Logan up anytime soon."

You huffed a laugh in reply, "Oh, Logan isn't all bad."

He looked surprised at your words, and began to furrow his eyebrows, adjusting his glasses slightly. "You . . . um, you know Logan?" Hank asked.

"Sure I do. Mainly through, Charles, though. I suppose I could call him up and ask him if he'd be willing to do this for you. It's pretty important stuff. I'm sure not even he could deny it," You shrugged, but watched with a smile as his eyes lit up with anticipation, resembling a puppy.

"Really? Gosh, that'd be fantastic," He shook his head, peering down as if your suggestion was all too much. Hank had the tendency to think that he didn't deserve what people did for him, especially not when they went out of the way to do it. That wasn't how you saw it.

"Of course," You told him, "It's no problem."

Not sure what else to say next, the two of you looked back down at the work he'd done so far in the study. Side glanced were exchanged, yet neither of you seemed to know what to do with your close proximity.

With slight hesitation, he began, "The students . . . I think they expect for something to come of -" His hand lifted up to gesture between the two of you, but he seemed to quickly abandon that as he paused, visually kicking himself for acting like an idiot in front of you. He wasn't too sure why he'd even brought it up in the first place. He'd hate to make you uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I know," Your face began to fill with a blush that was mirroring his growing one. "I've heard them talking about it for ages. Why do you think . . .?"

"Well, um, you see-" He turned to lean on the side of the table, "We're both Doctors, and I-I do believe it's because they find us to both be, uh, physically attractive." He looked up into your eyes, gauging what your reaction was.

Your mouth opened for a response, but you couldn't seem to find one as he took a tentative step forward. "And. . . I have to agree with them about you. You're, you're beautiful," He admitted, hand going up to scratch the back of his neck out of shyness.

You couldn't bring yourself to even fathom why you hadn't listened to your students before. Hank was oddly charming, and your chest couldn't help but fill with a fond feeling for him. You began to smile smally as your cheeks remained warm from his words, "Thank you, Hank. Would you . . . do you . . . will you go out with me?"

Looking absolutely love struck by your words, his ocean eyes met yours quickly. Pink lips parted, he couldn't help but immediately exclaim, "Sure!" After this, he went back to giving you a timid, apologetic look for his outburst.

Your first date, true to Hank's taste, was at an inconspicuous coffee place, where the two of you talked about your life experiences. You shared in what it was like to be a brilliant mutant scientist, and found that you had more in common than you could ever imagine. After the date, the two of you walked back to the mansion slowly, savouring in quiet conversation that neither of you wanted to give up. You took your time, eventually ending up in the moon lighten garden under Charles' favourite tree.

"I tend to not listen to what the kids have to say . . . maybe I shouldn't underestimate them," You admitted softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you looked out across the small pond, which was reflecting the moon and the clear, star filled sky.

He chuckled gently, stooping his head as he said: "(Y/n)?"

You hummed in reply, and he watched the way the light was reflecting in your enchanting eyes. He couldn't bare to think that he hadn't spoken to you sooner. He knew he was scared of messing up, but you made it so easy for him. You were so easy to talk to - and you listened. God, you listened like no one else ever had, like you actually cared. His hand brushed yours slightly, before he slipped his fingers between yours. This caused you to look up at him tentatively.

"I think . . . I really like you," The doctor admitted, releasing a breath as if he was finally relieved for saying it. The way his face showed no regret sent your heart fluttering. He was so sure about his feelings for you.

In reply, your free hand went up to where his neck met his jaw, (e/c) eyes meeting blue. You leaned in and brushed your lips against his in a soft, momentary kiss. As soon as you'd parted from him, his lips followed you, pulling you in for a real, deep kiss. Letting your hand slipped out of his, it went up to run through the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands held you as if he'd never let go, and you couldn't help but laugh against his lips.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours with a beaming smile, "What?"

"Ugh. I just can't believe Peter was finally right about something," You tilted your head, swaying with him as he chuckled at your words nodding.

"Mmmh. But I'm sure as Hell glad he is," Hank remarked, pressing another tender kiss to your lips.

What the two of you didn't know was that Jubilee had gotten up to fetch some water during the night, and seen the two of you in the garden together. Upon waking up her friends and telling them, they all fell over each other to see what was happening out of her bay-window. Jubilee and Jean owed the boys 5 bucks each.

By the next day the whole student body knew, but for once, you didn't worry. Charles got a few jabs in, and made fun of your thoughts, but you didn't care. You were happy, and so was Hank.