X-Men Preferences and Imagines

How they react when another guy hits on you

Logan Howlett:
Logan's protective instincts kick into high gear the moment he catches a guy flirting with you at the bar. He stands a few feet away, nursing his drink, when he hears the guy's smooth lines and sees the way he leans in closer to you, flashing a confident smile. Logan's grip on his glass tightens, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He strides over, his presence a storm cloud that darkens the atmosphere. "Hey, bub, you lost? Because the lady's taken," he says, his voice rough yet commanding. The guy's bravado falters under Logan's intense gaze, but he still tries to play it cool. "Come on, man, we were just talking." Logan steps closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over the guy. "Talking? Looks more like you're trying to get her number." His eyes narrow as he locks onto yours, seeking your reassurance. "You good, babe? Or do I need to show this guy what happens when you mess with my girl?" The guy stammers a protest, but Logan's unwavering glare silences him. "I think it's time you find someone else to bother," he growls, then turns to you, a softer expression replacing his ferocity. "You ready to go? I'd rather be anywhere else than here with that idiot."

Scott Summers:
Scott is usually the calm one, but when he sees another guy trying to flirt with you at a café, his demeanor shifts noticeably. He sits across from you, sipping his coffee, when he notices a guy at the counter giving you that flirty grin. Scott's jaw clenches, and his brow furrows as he glances between you and the guy, who's now shamelessly leaning against the counter, tossing his hair back and trying to catch your eye. "Hey, do you know that guy?" Scott asks, trying to keep his voice steady, but there's an edge to it. You shake your head, and he exhales, "Good. Because if he thinks he can just waltz in and flirt with you while I'm right here, he's got another thing coming." He watches intently as the guy approaches your table, trying to insert himself into your conversation. "Hey, gorgeous, do you come here often?" Scott interrupts, his tone clipped as he stands up, his body radiating authority. "She's with me," he asserts, stepping between you and the stranger, his eyes hidden behind his shades but his irritation evident in his posture. The guy looks taken aback, but Scott doesn't back down. "I suggest you move along before I make this uncomfortable for you." 

Young Charles Xavier:
Charles often radiates an air of confidence, but when he sees a guy making a move on you at the library, he feels a spark of protectiveness. He's engrossed in a book, and the atmosphere is quiet until he overhears the guy say something ridiculous like, "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone? Want some company?" Charles glances up, his eyes locking onto the scene unfolding a few tables away. Instantly, he feels a mixture of annoyance and concern. He clears his throat and telepathically projects his thoughts to you, hoping to reassure you. "Do you need me to step in, darling?" When he sees you rolling your eyes, a smile tugs at his lips. However, his demeanor shifts when the guy leans closer, invading your personal space. Charles stands up, straightening his jacket. "Excuse me," he says with an air of authority that's hard to ignore. "I couldn't help but notice you're bothering my girlfriend." The guy raises an eyebrow, but Charles isn't having it. "I suggest you take your pick-up lines elsewhere. She's quite taken with someone else."

Young Erik Lehnsherr:
Erik's reaction is immediate and intense when he sees another guy flirting with you at a party. He's chatting with a few friends when he catches sight of you laughing at something a stranger just said. But the way the guy leans in too close makes his blood boil. Erik's eyes narrow, and he excuses himself quickly, weaving through the crowd. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls, arriving just in time to hear the guy say, "You'd look great in my arms." Erik steps between you and the stranger, his body radiating a palpable tension. "She's not interested," he says, his voice low and threatening. The guy blinks, surprised at Erik's sudden appearance. "Come on, man, we were just talking." Erik scoffs, his expression fierce. "Talking? Looks more like you're trying to steal something that doesn't belong to you." He takes a step forward, his presence intimidating. "So why don't you back off before I make you?" The guy raises his hands in surrender, taking a few steps back, but Erik's gaze stays on you, softening instantly.

Young Hank McCoy:
Hank tries to maintain his cool demeanor, but he's caught off guard when a guy approaches you while you're both at a science fair. He's explaining something intricate about genetics when he notices a guy leaning too close, casually complimenting your looks. Hank's heart races; he's never been the confrontational type, but he feels a surge of protectiveness. "Excuse me, but I think you've mistaken my girlfriend for someone who's interested," he interjects, his voice steady but slightly shaky with nervous energy. The guy looks taken aback, and Hank continues, "She's busy with her boyfriend right now, so I'd appreciate it if you gave her some space." The guy rolls his eyes, dismissing Hank's warning, and Hank's patience begins to wear thin. "You should probably take your compliments and find someone who isn't in a relationship," he adds, straightening up and adjusting his glasses as if they gave him a little more authority. "She deserves someone who respects that."

Peter Maximoff:
Peter's playful side shines through, but when he sees another guy hitting on you at the park, his protective instincts kick in. He's sitting on a bench, scrolling through his phone when he notices a guy leaning against the railing, giving you that charming smile. Peter's brows furrow as he watches the guy make a move, casually asking you if you want to join him for ice cream. The familiar mix of jealousy and protectiveness bubbles up inside him, and he jumps up, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, did you just ask my girlfriend to go get ice cream?" he calls out, striding over with a grin plastered on his face. "Because I was just about to offer her a superhero-sized scoop, and I doubt you can compete with that." The guy looks confused, but Peter steps closer, throwing his arm around your shoulder, a possessive yet playful gesture. "What's your name, man? Because I've got to say, I'm not impressed with your pick-up lines. They could use some work." The guy stumbles over his words, unsure how to respond.