X-Men Preferences

first meeting

Charles
Another day at Oxford *insert huffing face here*. You are told to take some history books and paper stuff from the library quickly so you are practically running. Once you get there you quickly go into the history section and there's this guy accidentally runs into you and you both fall to the floor.

"Ooooh my God I'm so, so terribly sorry," he says to you, helping you to get up on your feet again. You nod anyway, taking deep breaths.

"Yea yea it's fine I'm in hurry-" you freeze suddenly when you just recognize who you ran into.

He just looks at you strangely with a light frown, shoving his hands into his jacket's pockets. "M-hm, I know you are in hurry," he says, licking his bottom lip, "I apologize that I've blocked your way so you fell. In that way, what can I help you in return, (y/n)?"

Feeling enchanted under his gaze, you didn't ask how did he know your name but anyway you tell him what you need to do and he helps you, eventually. After you've done with your job and he left, you find yourself giggling to yourself because you just bumped to the CHARLES FREAKING XAVIER.

Erik
You are currently in a bar to drink away a few problems of your works. Well let's just say that your boss had some problem with you and you were fired. Trying to ignore the blasting music from the jukebox and those strippers, you focused on a brown haired guy wearing a simple black turtleneck with a leather jacket over it and some slacks who entered the place, walking straight to the bartender behind the desk and sit there. And he's only two seats away from you.

You release the grab on your beer shot glass and turn to him. "Rough day?" you ask as you cross your arms on the table, quickly gaining his attention.

A quick, small smirk then plays in his lips. "Just meeting some bunch of guys blocking your way," he nods then, "so yes, a rough day."

Don't know why, you send him a smirk. The bartender then asks you with a tray of another glass shot of beer in hand. "Another shots, (y/n)?" he asks, puffing with his cigarette. Smiling, you shake your head.

"Nah I just wanna go home after I talk to this man over here," you answers, earning a grin fron the bulky bartender. You watch the guy drink his glass of scotch before you talk to him for another ten minutes and then he just leaves after that.

And you mentally curse to yourself that you didn't ask his name.

Peter
You just moved from Alabama to DC. You take a sightseeing with your dog pet while your parents are busy moving some boxes and stuff. You stop when you see a middle aged lady who lives next to your left watering her plants at the small garden in front of her house. The mailbox says 'Maximoff'.

"Hi, good afternoon," you greet, walking further to the area of her house. She smiles widely, turning off the water.

"Hello. You're new here, aren't you?" she asks, walking over you as she nonchalantly wipes her wet hands on her shirt.

You nod. "Yeah, I just moved here from Auburn, Alabama with my father and mother. And my dog, actually," you chuckles at the end, gesturing down to the golden retriever and extend out your hand. "I'm (y/n), and this is Nolan my dog. Nice to meet you, Ms. Maximoff," you introduce yourself.

She chuckles, taking your hand. "Oh please, just call me Marya. I have a twin and a daughter, actually, just a second," she says and walking over to the door of her house. "Peter! Wanda! Lorna! Come here, we have a new neighbour!"

"We are baking here, mom!" yells a girl's voice.

"Lorna's throwing flour at me!" says another girl, but the voice is like a grown-up's.

"Oh come on but my show's on!" says a boy from inside.

"No buts! Get your asses over here!" she practically yells and turns to you, giving an apologizing look. You only send a smile in her way. Two teens and a girl then appears by the door. The boy has two bars of Twinkie in his hands and strangely he has this silver hair. The teen girl is brunette, almost auburn and her hair's long. The other girl, who is younger than both, is just cute with a pink dress.

"Kids, this is (y/n). She's just moved from Alabama with her family next door," Marya introduces you, and you just give them a small wave and a smile. The silver haired boy walks up to you and smirks.

"Name's Peter. That's my twin Wanda and our little sister Lorna," he introduces, shake hands with you. He glances at the other bar of Twinkie and hands it to you. "Want some?"

Frowning, you smile and take it by the way. "Um yeah, thanks. Nice to meet you, Pete."

He smirks, shoving his hand into his pocket while the other holds his Twinkie bar. "Nice to meet ya too, (y/n). Oh wanna play with me in the basement? Screw that show on tv. You play ping pong?"

Aaaaannd you end up eating a box of Twinkie while you guys play rounds of ping pong.

Alex
One evening you are simply just talking a walk. There's a blonde young looking guy who is about your age walking in front of you. You frown and suddenly don't know what to do when you witness his hand quietly takes an apple as you both passed a grocery store. When you both round a corner, he sees you then. And you are still putting on your suspicious face.

"Well what are you looking at?" he says harshly, pacing towards you. Frantically, you step back until he suddenly grabs your wrists tightly in both hands.

"I know you're watching me," he says to you, his eyes wide. "What did you see? What did you see!-"

"I- I- I- I only saw you took that apple, n- nothing else, I swear." You mentally curse yourself that you stuttered to much.

He smirks then, releasing his grasp. "I'm telling you this; don't tell anyone else," he points at you, beginning to walk away. "Promise?"

Without second thought you nod hastily. "Cross my heart," you reply as you watch him cross the street and disappear around the corner.

Scott
You and Summers are actually friends since middle school, so you meet each other everyday. He sits next to your left in history and chem classes. Not to mention that you live only a few houses away from his. You can tell that you're his best friend because when you're there and suddenly he got bullied you didn't care whether if it's in janitor's closet or in boy's bathroom you always there for him, protecting him for those jocks

Kurt
You spend your family holiday in Munich, Germany. Your family let you wander free around the city, as long as you bring your phone and money. You then decided to watch the circus. You sit there and try your best to ignore the announcer's bunch of words - in German, of course - and then a blue creature then makes appearance.

And he's gaining your attention the most.

"He's one of them," you think out loud in a murmur as you watch him teleport here and there doing stuff. Once the show finished you give a standing avation and applauds and cheers and whistles, just like some other people who watched him. You keep looking at him, until his orange eyes meet yours.

Your mouth slightly apart when he sends a grin on your way.

Hank
Well let's just say that you've met Hank since you both were in Harvard. You once admitted to your roommate that he's kinda a cute guy. And he's a smart-ass, I mean, he graduated at the age of 15. You barely meet him now and you don't even know where in the world is he.