X-Men Preferences and Imagines

They wake up to you not in bed

Logan Howlett:
Logan wakes up with a groan, his body instinctively reaching out for you, but the bed beside him is cold and empty. He frowns, his heightened senses quickly picking up on the fact that you're not in the room. His first thought is that something's wrong, but then he hears faint noises coming from the kitchen. Still, his protective instincts kick in, and he's out of bed, tugging on a pair of sweatpants as he makes his way down the hall. When he walks into the kitchen, he stops for a moment, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you, your back to him, humming softly while you scramble some eggs. "You're up early," he rumbles, his voice still rough with sleep. You jump a little, not having heard him approach. "Logan, you scared me," you laugh, turning to see him standing there, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You know, it's not fair how quiet you can be," you tease. He grunts, padding over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. "Didn't mean to scare you, darlin'," he murmurs against your neck, pressing a kiss there. "But next time, don't go sneakin' out of bed without wakin' me up. Thought somethin' happened to you." You smile, leaning back into his embrace. "Sorry, just couldn't sleep. Figured I'd make us some breakfast." He kisses your shoulder before resting his chin on it, his gruff voice softening. "Don't go disappearin' on me like that again, okay? Wakin' up without you... don't like it." You turn in his arms, cupping his cheek with your hand, and kiss him softly. "I won't. Promise."

Scott Summers:
Scott stirs, stretching his arm out to where you should be, but his hand lands on an empty bed. His brows furrow beneath his visor, and he sits up, immediately reaching for his phone on the nightstand. It's early, and you don't usually get up before him. "(Y/N)?" he calls out, but there's no answer. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, pulling on a shirt as he heads out of the bedroom, checking the bathroom as he passes. Empty. He's about to start worrying when he spots you sitting in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book in your hands. The soft light of the early morning sun streams through the window, illuminating your peaceful expression. "Hey," he says softly, walking over to you. You look up, surprised to see him awake already. "Scott, I didn't mean to wake you." He smiles gently, sitting beside you and pulling you into his arms. "You didn't," he assures you, but you can hear the concern in his voice. "You okay? You never wake up this early." You lean into his embrace, resting your head against his chest. "Just couldn't sleep. Had too much on my mind, I guess." Scott presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you protectively. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" he says softly. You smile, feeling the warmth of his love and concern wrap around you like a blanket. "I know. I didn't want to bother you. You looked so peaceful." He chuckles softly. "I'm only peaceful when I know you're okay. Next time, wake me up, okay? I'd rather be tired than worry about you." You tilt your head up to kiss his cheek. "Deal."

Young Charles Xavier:
Charles wakes up with a content sigh, reaching out instinctively for you, but his hand meets cool sheets instead. His eyes flutter open, confusion etching into his features when he realizes you aren't there. Normally, he'd sense your presence within the house instantly, but you're shielding your mind, something he taught you to do when you need space. A small smile tugs at his lips. He appreciates your independence, but he can't help but feel a pang of concern. Sliding out of bed, he pulls on his robe and walks through the quiet halls of the mansion, his telepathy gently brushing against others' minds to ensure nothing is amiss. When he finds you in the library, sitting in the large armchair with a cup of tea and a book, he smiles softly. "Good morning, love," he greets, his voice warm and affectionate. You glance up, a little startled. "Charles, I didn't mean to wake you." He steps closer, sitting on the arm of the chair and brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "You didn't. I woke up and missed you," he admits with a playful grin. You roll your eyes fondly, setting the book down. "Sorry, I just couldn't sleep. Thought some tea and a book might help." Charles tilts his head, his eyes softening as he looks at you. "You could've woken me. I would have made you tea." You smile, reaching out to take his hand. "I know. But you need your rest, too." He squeezes your hand gently. "I rest better knowing you're with me. Don't feel like you have to hide away when you can't sleep. I'll always be here for you, day or night." You smile and lean up to kiss him softly. "I'll remember that."

Young Erik Lehnsherr:
Erik wakes with a start, his instincts sharp, always on high alert even in sleep. His hand reaches out, but the bed beside him is empty, and he's instantly on edge. He sits up quickly, eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. When he doesn't find anything, he frowns, throwing off the covers and grabbing his shirt from the chair. The moment he steps out of the bedroom, he hears the faint sound of something metallic clinking in the distance, and his shoulders relax slightly. Following the sound, he finds you in the garage, fiddling with some contraption, completely focused on your work. "What are you doing?" His voice is deep, a little gruff from sleep. You look up, startled, but then a sheepish smile crosses your face. "Erik, I didn't wake you, did I?" He steps closer, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression softening but still stern. "You weren't in bed. I thought something was wrong." You sigh, setting down the tool in your hand. "I couldn't sleep. This idea popped into my head, and I had to get it out before I forgot." Erik shakes his head, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smirk. "You and your ideas," he mutters, but there's no real annoyance in his tone. He steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. "Next time, tell me. I don't like waking up without you." You turn in his arms, resting your hands on his chest. "I'm sorry. I'll remember that," you say, leaning up to kiss him. His lips linger on yours for a moment before he pulls back, his intense gaze locking with yours. "Good. Now, let's go back to bed."

Young Hank McCoy:
Hank wakes up slowly, his arm reaching out for you, but instead of your warmth, his hand touches nothing but cold sheets. His eyes flutter open, and he blinks in confusion before glancing around the room. You're not there. Pushing his glasses onto his face, he sits up, running a hand through his messy hair. "(Y/N)?" he calls out, but there's no response. He frowns, a small knot of worry forming in his chest. He slides out of bed, throwing on a hoodie before padding out into the hallway. It doesn't take him long to find you in the lab, hunched over a microscope, completely absorbed in your work. He leans against the doorframe, watching you for a moment, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "You know, most people sleep at 3 a.m.," he says softly, breaking the silence. You jump, spinning around in your chair. "Hank! I didn't hear you. I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He walks over, shaking his head. "No, but I woke up and you weren't there. Thought maybe you'd gone missing." You laugh softly, standing up to meet him as he wraps his arms around you. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep, and this project was just eating at me. I figured I'd get a head start." Hank sighs, kissing the top of your head. "I understand, but you need rest too, love. You work hard enough during the day." You smile up at him, cupping his cheek. "I know. I'll come back to bed soon, I promise." He raises an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look. "How about we go now? The project will still be here in the morning." You laugh and nod. "Okay, okay. Let's go."

Peter Maximoff:
Peter wakes up, stretching his arm out for you, but when his hand finds nothing but empty space, he blinks open his eyes in confusion. He's used to moving fast, but in the morning, he's sluggish, and it takes him a moment to realize you're not there. He sits up, rubbing his face. "(Y/N)?" he calls out, but there's no answer. Groaning, he throws off the covers and zips through the mansion in a blur, checking each room until he finds you in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee. "Hey, where'd you go?" he asks, stopping right in front of you. You jump, nearly spilling your drink. "Peter! Jeez, you scared me." He smirks, leaning against the counter. "Sorry, but you weren't in bed. Thought maybe you were sneaking off on me." You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee. "I just woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep. Figured I'd get a head start on the day." Peter pouts, crossing his arms. "Without me? That's not fair." You laugh, reaching out to ruffle his silver hair. "You need your sleep, Mr. Speedster. You run around enough during the day." He grins, leaning in close. "Well, I'd rather run around with you." You chuckle and shake your head. "Come on, let's go back to bed. I could use some more sleep anyway." Peter wraps his arm around you and winks. "Race you there." Before you can respond, he's already zooming back to the bedroom, leaving you laughing in his wake.