AUTHOR'S NOTE!

DID Y'ALL SAY 12 MEET CUTES?? NO?? well too bad lmao. also for the sake of creating new content these are mostly au's or scenarios i haven't had in imagines before.

also sorry if there's errors. this is about 5,500 words total, and i tried to keep the length consistent for each!

also tysm for 200k?? that's kind of insane and ily all so much! <33 i never expected to get these numbers and i appreciate you all so much for the love and feedback.

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SCOTT

( you were paired together for an english project )

Being new to Xavier's School - - you weren't exactly excited that your first assignment was in pairs. You barely knew anyone, nevermind being friendly with them. And you just hoped no one would be bummed that they were stuck with you as a partner.

It was also an oral presentation, which admittedly wasn't your favourite. The idea of getting up in front of all those people you barely knew to recite Shakespeare, was not exactly your idea of a good time. Especially when Charles was choosing the dialogue, and you just knew he'd go for all the sappy ones just to see all of you awkward teenagers squirm (you supposed even that was better than a Hamlet soliloquy).

"I've assigned you all pairs," He told you as he handed out pages to each of you, maneuvering down the aisles as all of the kids groaned - - hoping that at least they could do it with their friends. Charles tutted, shushing you as he carried on, "Now, when I say - - you will all break into your pairs. You and your partner should have the same excerpt of dialogue from any one of Shakespeare's plays. You may decide who says what - - I've already made sure that there's a fair portion for each character. You'll have the rest of the lesson to talk about the details, and you'll have to present it in 2 weeks. I'll tell you the exact date closer to the time."

By the time he'd finished, he was in the front, facing all of you. You looked down at your sheet of paper, chewing on your lip as you noticed it was at least from one of his plays that you somewhat recognized: 'Much Ado About Nothing'.

It couldn't be so bad, you thought, peering up once Charles had told everyone to find the student with the matching sheet.

Suddenly, your stomach was bubbling with an anxious feeling that had become familiar in your first few days at the school. You were looking around, overwhelmed by the different people standing from their chairs and weaving through rows - - comparing their papers with assorted reactions to see if they had a match.

You didn't seem to have to even get out of you chair, however, because you soon felt a presence behind your shoulder, and the voice of a boy saying, "Oh, cool - - you're totally my partner."

You looked over to see a person that you only really knew from afar. Scott was in multiple of your classes, and yet you hadn't spoken to him at all in your first week. As he took up a spot at the desk next to you so you could begin to talk, you thought tha6 maybe, just maybe you hadn't spoken to him because he was unbearably cute - - and you knew you couldn't handle that.

He wore a friendly smile on his plump lips, offering out a hand as he introduced himself, "I'm Scott Summers. You're new, right?"

You obliged, not sure why you were blushing as you answered his question, "Yeah . . . I'm, um, (Y/N) (L/N)." When you pulled back you didn't noticed how he seemed to be admiring your shy demaonour despite himself - - not sure that he quite realized what he was getting himself into once he saw you up close. You'd barely said a word, and he was already a goner.

You just hoped he wouldn't find out that your characters were love interests.

"It's nice to meet you, (Y/N). You know . . . I saw you around and I hoped I'd finally get an excuse to talk to you," He admitted with an earnest expression, tone warm and fulfilling in a way you didn't expect.

"Oh," Your cheeks were a hue that he could've sworn he was already becoming addicted to, "Well . . . thanks . . ."

WARREN

( you helped hank with healing him )

When Warren was injured in a cage fight and managed to escape, there wasn't much he could do besides wallow in his own self pity. He didn't have much going for him before he'd ended up in that grimy underground club, and there sure as Hell wasn't anything left once he'd gotten his wings destroyed.

It was three days of binge drinking the good, hard stuff before he passed out in the rafters of the old barn, crashing to the floor without even waking.

Metallica was still blaring when Charles, Jean, Hank and you found him. He was caked in soot and blood from his injuries, and you couldn't imagine how excruciating the pain had been when he was awake. You knew that was likely why he'd drunk so much.

You brought him back to Xavier's, where you could take care of him in the basement lab. Being the resident Doctors, you and Hank worked to not only clean him up, but also try and fix his residual injures that weren't on the wings. You had to remove the broken glass lodged in his skin from his fall with his bottle, as well as some minor flesh wounds on his thighs and chest.

While he was knocked out you also managed to take blood, run brain scans, and x-rays. At the very least, he wasn't injured internally or cranially, and all you had to worry about was the obvious damage to his mutation.

By the end of it all, you were mildly exhausted - - but you were sure whatever predicament he was in was far worse. He looked strangely peaceful once you'd gotten him clean, and resting in the hospital bed. He was roughly your age, and he seemed serene, his blonde hair curled against the pillow. You were young to be a doctor, but he was also young to be going through tragedy like he was. You couldn't imagine what he was going through with such severe damage and burns.

It took almost a full day before his eyes blinked open. You werent really aware that he'd awakened - - simply sitting next to his bedside, holding his patient information sheet in your hand so that you could write down his BPM and other vitals to keep track.

He was confused, but allowed himself a moment of peace after finally waking up from such a shitty time. He felt like he'd been asleep for ages, or maybe he'd even died. Maybe that made sense, with the way you were looming over him like his guardian. You were pretty enough to be an angel, even by his standards - - and he was the one with the wings. He was sure that he'd be just alright with dying if it meant he had you there.

Warren didn't seem to think about his injuries - - or, he didn't want to. Either way, the mental block had formed until he at least found out where he was, and what was going on.

Finally seeming to notice he was staring at you, you nearly jumped out of your seat when you saw that he was now awake.

"Oh, you're finally up! How are you feeling?" You queried, rising from your seat so that you could go over to him. You discarded your clipboard, standing by his bedside as you pulled out your torch. Before he could answer you, you were fussing - - hand gripping the side of his face so that you could shine the light in his eyes, checking his pupil dilation.

He flustered, allowing you to finish before he could mumble out, "Like shit."

You couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh at his comment, noting that he seemed to have his faculties in order. Your hand had paused on his cheek, and the two of you shared a slight, humored smile, before you were pulling away with a blush.

He tilted his head, observing your sudden bashfulness as you spoke, "Yeah, sorry about that. But I'm trying to help! Would you like a glass of water?" You asked him, your sense of hospitality automatically kicking in.

"Sure," He croaked out slightly, trying to sit up while his gaze was still trained on you. His wings ached when he finally moved them, but felt decidedly numb compared to before. At least it wasn't the same excruciating pain.

When you came back, you helped him all the way up, and gave him his water. He gulped it down gratefully, watching as you paged Hank to come down stairs immediately.

You almost didn't notice him say, "I'm Warren."

You looked up, meeting his curious gaze. You found it funny that you could've guessed his eyes were blue all along.

"I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you, Warren," You smiled smally, but genuine, "Officially, I mean."

ALEX

( when he returns to charles' school, he meets you, a new english teacher )

After Cuba, when everything fractured - - Charles went back home and opened a school with the help of Moira, for real. Sean and Alex would visit when they could, but the stakes weren't as high as they were when the X-men were together.

With the end of the world sufficiently stopped (for then, at the very least), they had to return to their normal lives. Alex was struggling with it, to say the least. He was recruited right out of voluntary confinement, but he'd learnt to control himself in a way that allowed him to not hurt the people around him anymore. Now he didn't have to return to a cell. But he'd also never lived alone, and keeping a job while studying was not easy either. How he'd stuck around and nearly finished his degree, he had no idea.

The last time Alex had gone to see Charles, he'd offered him a guaranteed teaching position if he so wished. The Summers boy knew it must've been borderline illegal - - but it also meant that kids actually got a teacher that understood them, better than anyone Charles could hire from the local Board. Plus, he could finally quite his bartending job that he absolutely loathed. Maybe even move out of his shitty apartment and into a comfy mansion.

But that also meant relocating to live and work in the same place, piled on top of loads more people than he was used to. Not to mention that it was pretty far away from anything else, being tucked away in the country side.

And that wasn't counting the fact that he'd be responsible for the education of loads of actual children. No - - teenagers, who were decidedly scarier than kids.

He swore, as he finally knocked on Charles' door, that he was going to turn him down. He'd make sure to be as nice about it as possible, but he just had to tell him that he wasn't cut out for that.

But then he saw you.

You pulled Charles' office door open, greeting him with an amiable smile, (e/c) eyes meeting his with a soft twinkle.

He wasn't usually at a loss for words, but you had him stumped - - lips parted as he forgot what he was going to say entirely.

"Hello! You must be Alex, right? Charles has told me so much about you! I heard you're up for a Physics position," You informed, not seeming to notice his adourment, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N) - - I teach English."

Your explanation seemed to process, and Alex was blinking back into focus, running a hand through his long brown hair, "Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you." He overed his hand out, and you obliged to shake it, unable to help the blush that blossomed across your cheeks at his warm touch.

You stepped to the side to invite him in, and he started to think that maybe it would be so bad to stick around for a little while.

For the kids, of course.

That's all.

PETER

( when he goes to charles looking for answers, he finds you instead - - his assistant )

It had been nearly ten years since he had helped Charles to free his father from jail, and he'd stayed in pretty much the same place since they'd left. He'd barely aged despite the time (due to his mutation) but that one thing always weighing on his mind - - the truth of everything. Why it'd been kept from him for so long.

His mom was convinced he should be afraid of his father, and he was beginning to think she was right. But something in him kept wanting to ask Charles - - someone who was close to him for longer than his mom ever got to be. Someone that really knew him.

That day, he'd sped over to the mansion to see if Charles was even willing to offer something like that up to him. When he'd managed to get into the Professor's office, he was surprised to see that he wasn't there at all. He didn't linger in the time altered state, instead stopping in front of Charles' desk, which you stood behind, shuffling piles of papers trying to find an important document.

You noticed a gush of wind, peering up to see him standing across from you, with a surprised expression on your face. Your lips parted, blinking as the dust settled again.

"Oh, um . . . can I help you?" You assumed he'd entered via some sort of mutation, but you stopped fussing to make sure that he wasn't bad news. It wasn't often that people turned up like that, out of the blue - - especially when the man you worked for was a telepath.

Peter was immediately struck by your beauty, confused as to why you were in the Professor's place, but sure he would find out in time. He instead, tilted his head slightly, allowing his warm brown eyes to drift over you. Your hair was pulled back, strands framing your pretty face in a way he couldn't help but admire.

"Yeah, I'm Peter. Where's the Professor?" He asked, a hand rifting through his long silver hairthat caught the afternoon light.

"Oh, I'm the Professor's assistant," You told him, flustering under his gaze slightly, "Um, he should be back any second - - he's just in his last class for the day."

"I can wait," He told you, taking up the seat across from the Professor's desk with a beaming smile, settling comfortably as you discreetly carried on your search for the pages you still needed. "What's your name?" He asked, humor in his tone.

You'd been so shocked by his sudden appearance that you'd forget to even introduce yourself. Now you were blushing like before, and he was definetly noticing by the particularly naughty grin that was crossing his face. 

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N)," You told him.

KURT

( he bamfs right next to you, scaring you half to death before you even know him )

You were sitting on a bench under the large oak tree in the back yard of Xavier's mansion. You hadn't been attending the school for very long, so you didn't have anyone to hang out with yet.

You didn't mind the solitude for a little while, deciding that you could actually take the time to read - - like you always could when you were a kid. Ever since then you seemed to be too busy, or too emotional, or too distracted to even get through a couple of chapters.

Much to your delight, you'd made it half way through the novel that Professor Xavier had gifted you upon your admission to the school. That was two days ago, and you were beginning to think you'd finish it by at least the next day.

You were distracted by the pages, not hearing a ruckus behind the tree you were sitting underneath. The sun was dappling lightly through the leaves, illuminated bits of the grass and your face as you remained mostly peaceful.

That was, until Kurt appeared in front of you, in a whisp of dark blue smoke and a tingle in the air.

You startled, letting out an instinctive yelp now that you'd been scared into looking up from your book, the paperback going flying toward the floor.

Before you could even think to reach out an catch it, Kurt was bumbling forward to try and do it for you. It bounced of his hand once, before he managed to catch it a few inches from the floor with a relieved breath.

He now stood up straight, looking over at you with a sheepish smile, offering your book back to you with timid words, "S-Sorry. I, uh, didn't know anyone would be back here . . .". You noticed he had a distinctly different accent, maybe German from what you could tell.

Kurt was no doubt unusual looking; with a physical mutation unlike a lot of the people at your school. Despite yourself, you found your eyes trailing his midnight skin with interest, peaking at his tail, which tucked behind his leg shyly. Something about him was just endearing - - particularly his glowing irises that flickered all over the place.

"It's okay . . ." You admitted, reaching out to take your copy of 'Frankenstein' back with gently hands, "I'm (Y/N), by the way."

He seemed surprised by your kindness, but that didn't mean his smile didn't match yours equally, "I'm Kurt. It's been nice meeting you . . ."

JEAN

( you're gym class partners )

You though it was just perfect that you'd have to do gym on your first day at a mutant school. You thought you left that behind at your local high school - - and besides, if someone could run at the speed of sound, you didn't understand why you had to know how to compete.

Nevertheless, you were stuck in your sports clothing, watching a demonstration of grappling in wrestling. You'd never really understood the point of it, and you just prayed that whoever ended up with you was okay with half-assing it like you wanted to.

It wasn't long before you were partnered with a red-headed girl, Jean. She was one of the few people you'd picked up on the name of, besides those who'd introduced themselves. You also knew that her mutation was telekinesis, as you'd seen her use it earlier in the day - - if she wanted to, she could probably throw you into next week with just her mind. You hoped she'd show mercy.

She shot you a little smile as your teacher finished up his presentation. When he blew on the whistle to tell all of you to try the technique yourselves, you barely knew what was going on - - nevermind the right form to take when you looked back at the other girl.

Luckily (or not so much, depending on how you looked at it), Jean seemed to know better than you. In what seemed like a flash, your back was pressed to the padded mat, and she had you hands pinned next to your head.

Your mind was spinning, and you were pretty damn sure the way she was straddling you was not a part of the technique showed. Nevertheless, you found yourself staring up at her face, probably too close for comfort - - but you didn't really care when you were just noticing how pretty her green eyes were.

"You know I'm a telepath, too, right?" You heard her ask inside your head.

Immediately, your face drowned in a pink blush, and you didn't know what to say - - utterly embarrassed that she'd overheard your thoughts. Thankfully, she seemed more amused by your attraction than anything, laughing slightly as she helped you up from your place on the floor.

JUBILEE

( you're new, and she shows you the school grounds )

"Miss (L/N), this is Miss Lee - - she'll be showing you around the campus while you get settled in," Professor Xavier informed of you, gesturing to the other girl, who offered you a cheery wave and a beaming smile. "Just show her the right classrooms, and up to her dorm, okay?" He clarified with the other girl, who nodded in understanding.

Once Xavier's attention shifted to another new student like yourself, she began to whisk you away, a hand tucked around your arm as she led you down the hallway. The sudden touch made your belly spring to action with butterflies, trying to ignore her gaze on your profile while she directed you.

"My first name is Jubilation, but everyone calls me Jubilee," She told you, voice just as sweet as the strawberry gum she chewed.

"Oh - - I'm (Y/N). Your name is really pretty," You complimented her, not sure what brought you to do it, but you knew you meant it. Usually you wouldn't be so brave, but there was something about her that seemed quite sweet.

Maybe you were seeing wrong, but you swore you could see her cheeks turn pink as she waved you off, "Oh, shucks," She laughed, "Not as pretty as yours."

You had to admit that you were nervous to attend a school filled to the brim with other mutants, because you were new to even your own powers (never mind everyone elses) - - but if everyone was as nice as she was, you guessed you wouldn't be having such a bad time after all.

Especially if you had her by your side.

ORORO

( you're her roommate when she first attends xavier's school )

You would've been bummed about getting a new roommate halfway through senior year, if your last roommate hadn't been such an asshole. You were a person that actually enjoyed hanging out with someone, and she just didn't fit the bill. That was pretty hard to do when you made friends with people all across the board.

You were not-so-secretly glad when her dad decided to transfer across the country for work. That did mean, however, that you needed to meet someone completely new, and have them in your space all the time. The old roomie might have been bad - - but at least you knew her.

The new girl decidly showed up right when you were three-quarters way into your maths homework, sitting by the desks as you pulled your hair out trying to figure out what was going on.

There was a knock, and you blearily looked over to your door, only for you to see her stick her head through.

"Ah, hey, is this the right room?" She asked, her voice thick with an accent unfaimilar to you at that moment.

"Depends on what you're looking for," You replied honestly, spinning in your chair so that you could face her.

She seemed amused by your words, swinging the door open so that she could finally step in, "You are my new roommate, right?" She clarified, hiking up the strap of her tog bag. From what you could see, it was the only stuff she was carrying - - and you belatedly wondered if it was all she had.

She was, instead, thinking about how nice your hair looked when you'd been rifting your hands through it so much, watching the way your lips curved into a smile that matched hers.

"Yeah, that's me. I'm (Y/N)," You introduced, not bothering to cross the room to greet her formally, because you were already wiped out from school all day. "I hope we can be friends," You added afterwards, begging to some higher authority that you wouldn't sound too lame (but you were over not getting along with people for the time being). Not to mention, you were seemingly already caught up in her natural beauty, and the way her brown eyes stuck to yours.

"I'm Ororo . . . and . . ." She looked like she was pondering her words, before she settled on, "And - - me too."

HANK

( you meet him when you come to visit charles, an old friend )

You bounded up the stairs of the mansion once you saw him open the door, practically squealing in excitement as you hugged him. It had been ages since you'd seen your long time friend - - and you were unreasonably excited to finally be able to spend some time with him.

"Charles! I missed you so much," You murmured into his blazer, cherishing the way he squeezed you back.

When you pulled apart, he moved aside to let you into the familiar foyer of his childhood home. It was just like you remembered it, but seemingly warmer with the way the curtains were pulled back - - allowing the afternoon light in. Belatedly, you saw another man lingering by the entry way, coming over once he realized Charles was with you.

"Oh, Hank - - come over here and meet our guest," He coaxed the other man, who stopped in front of the two of you with a timid look about him.

He wore a lab coat, and adjusted his glasses as he offered you a polite, but anxious smile. There was something about him that seemed familiar, but you didn't fully recognize him until your friend introduced him fully.

"This is Dr. Hank McCoy. He's mutant that me and Erik have recruited. He was also a researcher for the CIA," He spoke, much to Hank's apparent embarrassment about being bragged about. He liked to keep his accomplishments to himself, as it was.

The bridge of his nose tinted a subtle pink as he looked over at you, surprised and somewhat relieved to see a friendly smile on your features.

"Oh, I know," You informed them, much to their equal confusion.

"You know?" Charles questioned with a raised eyebrow, knowing that he would've heard about Hank if you'd ever met him before.

You were almost as flushed as the scientist, then, shifting in your place as you admitted: "Well, this should be embarrassing. But I've read all your papers - - and your books. I think you're brilliant."

Hank seemed to be at a loss of words that someone liked you would even be aware of his research, never mind a fan of him. His nose and ears were tainted a rosy colour, letting out a nervous laugh, "Oh . . . Well, uh - - thank you."

Charles watched your interaction with a curious gaze, very much aware of the rushing thoughts both of you had.

"It's a pleasure, really," You told him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he stole a glance your way, "I'm (Y/N) . . . it's really great to meet you."

ERIK

( at CIA headquarters when charles and erik team up with an agent )

When you started your job at the CIA, you hadn't spoken to Charles for a couple of years. It wasnt for any reason in particular: your job just became your priority, and you barely had time for any friends at all.

The most human interaction you got was with a couple of other scientists, namely Hank, who was insufferably shy. So imagine your surprise when your project supervisor came strolling in with your old friend, and another man your age.

It didn't take Charles more than a moment to recognize you, and not even ten more to out both you and Hank as being mutants. You tried your best to keep it a secret, but you supposed that didn't matter now that Charles was offering you an apologetic smile, and your boss was gawking back at you and your co-worker. You hadn't even know Hank was like you at all.

Once Xavier finally had the chance, he was approaching you with Erik beside him, losing interest in the CIA agent, who was still sputtering in confusion.

You brought each other in for a much needed hug, smiling as you pulled apart, and he seemingly remembered he was with someone at all.

"Erik, won't you meet Dr. (Y/N) (L/N). We used to work together in genetic," Charles introduced you to the other man, who's gaze met yours ardently.

He was quite handsome - - with blue eyes, and stern features that held a certain maturity to them.

"I'm Erik Lensherr. It's lovely to meet you, Doctor," He offered a hand out, but you were lost in how much you seemed to enjoy his deep tone, enraptured by his the way he looked at you.

Despite this, you managed to shake his hand, ignoring how strong it felt, and how you'd much rather have it be doing all sorts of other things (even when you weren't usually the one to think like that about someone you'd just met). "The pleasure is all mine . . ." You told him, watching how his touch lingered on yours almost purposefully, "Your reputation precedes you."

"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow, voice somewhat teasing as he looked over to Charles, hoping for an explanation.

"Only the good stuff," Charles promised, tucking his hands in his pockets as he defended himself from the prying vision of his friends.

CHARLES

( he flirts with you not-so-subtly before a lecture )

Attending a university as expensive, and prestigious as the one you were - - you were mildly annoyed that they could never hire a lecturer who arrived on time.

You were tapping your pencil against your note pad subconsciously, contemplating just ducking out before your teacher even arrived, and spending the rest of the day in your dorm under a warm blanket.

Before you could set your plan into motion, you were interrupted by a man sitting down in the chair beside you.

"I'm Charles Xavier," He informed, clearly trying to be friendly as he took up his spot.

Your classes were usually pretty full, and you couldn't talk to everyone that came in and out. You knew the few people who tended to chose a seat next to you, but you'd never really observed him before.

He, on the other hand, was rather enamored with you from afar. There was something about you that had always caught his eye, and kept him interested right up until that very moment.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N)," You divulged in reply, offering him a gentle smile - - and he thought it was gorgeous, even if you did seem half asleep.

"That's a beautiful name - - it suits you," He was grinning, enjoying the way you rolled your eyes, but turned red anyways.

"Thanks," You mumbled, letting out a chuckle as you avoided his adamant blue eyes, "Being called beautiful by a geneticist is no short feat." You often used humor to deflect in situations that you didn't have a grip on - - but you wanted to kick yourself when he seemed a) genuinely interested, and b) really cute.

"With eyes like yours, I'd beg to differ," He teased in return, watching the way your eyelashes fluttered as you looked away shyly - - not used to so much attention on you.

Charles always had an easy charm when he knew what you were thinking, what you liked, and where your boundaries were set upon meeting you. It was something that came with his mutation, but something he'd also had to hone of his own. But with you, he was willing to give that all up an start right from scratch. He was soft for you, in a sense.

"Wanna go out for a drink? I just know you're the kind of person who loves a good bottle of champagne," He remarked, perhaps a little bold, but also interested in what you would say.

"Hmm," You looked over at him, weighing it up in your head - - not knowing that he could hear it all (especially when your thoughts wandered just like his), "How did you know?"

"It's all in your aura," He remarked slyly.

"Sure."

SEAN

( you introduce yourself to the entire original team )

"I'm (Y/N), and I guess I'm kind of a human torch," You told them, lifting your hand up with your palm tilted upwards - - a flame egniting from it with a roar. Your curled it into a ball, watching with the others as it flickered - - burning hot enough to make Hank scoot away from you slightly in discomfort.

Everyone cheered in approval nonetheless, admiring as you showed off splittering embers - - Raven letting out an impressed whistle.

"Human torch - - that's got a pretty nice ring to it," Angel encouraged, clapping in excitement, which only made you smile a bit bigger. It wasn't normal for you to be in a room of people who were appraciative of your mutation like that. Mostly, all it did was cause harm.

"That's pretty damn cool compared to what I have," Sean laughed slightly, leaning back in his seat as his eyes flickered to meet yours, perhaps feeling more cocky than he should've been, "It does explain why you're so hot, though."

Several people in the room groaned at his cheesy words, rolling their eyes - - but not noticing the way you flushed, extinguishing the flame while you tried to hide your endeared and embarrassed expression.

Sean, of course, didn't miss it at all. He wasn't the type to.