x-men | preference 1 » where / how you met
I'm going to be doing x-men content now too! so both past and present x-men included (well the ones from the films I've watched).
» Jean Grey: Sitting in a lab with your head clenched in your hands and gritted teeth, you began praying to anyone out there to make it stop. You weren't the best at controlling your power, but this was the worst it had ever been. It was like having your skull torn apart.
Two soft hands were placed on either side of your head as the pain slowly dissipated, and a feeling of calm washed over you. Glancing up, you saw a beautiful redhead with her fingers gently caressing your temps as she winced before smiling at you.
"Feeling better?" All you could do was silently nod, hoping she doesn't bring the pain back. "I'm Jean. Jean Grey," she introduces with a knowing smile, but she doesn't stop whatever she does to help you.
You wince as a tiny slither of pain rockets through your head before it's gone again, and all you can hear is Jean's soothing voice in your mind. 'Don't worry, I'm here,' letting your eyes close for a minute; you sat with the pain-free calmness, wondering if Jean was an angel in disguise.
» Scott Summers: Logan was one of your oldest friends. You remembered the day seeing him in a bar fight and getting ganged up on for being a mutant. He probably could have handled it himself, but you were also a mutant and weren't about to let a bunch of humans try that shit.
You found out that he was back at the school and went to visit him under the guise of having nothing better to do, but truly, you had missed him, not that you would have ever told him that. The two of you have one of those sibling love/hate relationships- where you pretend not to care for the other but love the other dearly.
Upon seeing him working on a bike, you could help but mess with him, tiptoe into the garage, you clapped loudly, yelling, "Logan!" his claws came out instantly before he groaned when he noticed it was just you bothering him.
Another voice came from behind you as it let out a chuckle. "Wow, I've never seen anyone get one up on this big grump" The guy was about Logan's height and wore a red visor across his eyes but a polite grin as he held his hand out to you. "I'm Scott Summers."
You took the offered hand before letting out a gasp of realization. "Oh, you're the uptight asshole that Logan always grumbles about," you say, clicking your fingers in Scott's direction. "I'll admit you're prettier than I thought you'd be."
Scott gapes as Logan stands, wiping his oil-covered hands and nudging your shoulder. "Look what you've done. I think he's broken," he smirks, walking over to the door where a redheaded woman peeks in and smiles lovingly, seeing your friend as they kiss.
Smiling at Scott, who still hadn't recovered from your compliment, you throw his a wink as you follow Jean and Logan out of the garage. "It was nice meeting you, Scott. Hopefully, you'll be more talkative next time."
» Logan / Wolverine: Trusting someone was a big deal, mutant or not, and having to trust a bald guy in a wheelchair when he tried to explain that he wasn't going to hurt you all the while he had a Cyclops-looking guy by his side was indefinitely harder.
Charles had found you lost and wandering around the woods, he had given you a gentle smile while trying to explain who he was, but you barely even knew who you were. The older man explained what you were and how he found you, a mutant who had unfortunately been a test subject who had escaped whatever facility you had been in.
The tests they had done erased anything you had ever known; the only thing you knew was that you had some weird power that had scared you, but other than that, you wandered through the woods hoping to find anything that could help you.
Scott, as Xavier had told you his name, gave you a blanket while softly telling you that you were safe with them. They had led you back to their mansion, where his team had begun to try and piece your life together, except for a gruff-looking man who only leaned on the doorway to the lab.
Jean and Storm had just finished explaining what they needed from you in order to find out who you were, but as soon as the needle in Jean's hand touched your skin, a vague and scary memory scorched through your mind.
Breathing heavily, you panicked and used your power to get them away from you as you jumped up from the metal table. It was too much like the lab, the one in that memory. What if you hadn't escaped? What if these were the same people, and they were just pretending.
A hand lay on your shoulder, and you turned with a hiss seeing the gruff man from before subtly restraining you while his eyes flashed in concern, almost as if he knew what you were going through. He calmly told you to breathe, but his no-mess timber helped more than the clinical-like tone that Jean had been using.
You liked him a lot more than the others; they felt patronizing, whereas Logan was straightforward and genuinely understanding.
» Bobby Drake: You had been running with this group of mutants for a while. You were the youngest in the group, with the others in their 20s. After gaining a mutation, you were quickly cast out and shown the true nature of humans and their fear of anything different.
Your group leader picked you up and helped you realize that mutants were the superior race, and from then on, you helped them rally together to teach the humans a lesson in any way you could.
You were a group of outcasts, causing an uproar.
You and your group had caused a disturbance at a protest rally, where the humans were fighting against mutant rights. Seeing the rest of your group causing trouble, you reached into your backpack, pulling out the firecrackers you had bought.
Lighting the end, you quickly through them into a group of protesters, all of who scream while you cackle, throwing more fireworks when you are suddenly tackled away from the humans.
Seething, you saw a blond staring at you as others seemed to be doing damage control.
Growling angrily, you stood up, ready to fight out of this, until you felt something like a taser rushing through you. A girl held her hand out as yellow sparks sizzled from her hand.
The blond from before grabbed your wrists as they became encased in ice, almost like a pair of handcuffs.
Your eyes widened in fear as you quickly looked around for the rest of your group, only to see them making a quiet getaway while these other mutants were focused on you. They were leaving you behind to save themselves.
The guy frowned, following your gaze, almost realizing the betrayal at the same time you had. He gave you a soft pitiful look and quickly took your arm, leading you away from the yelling crowd and fast-approaching police.
"You're a mutant, right?" You nodded at his question, wondering where he was taking you. "There's a school for people like us, somewhere we can be protected and be safe from people like them," whether he meant the humans or your so-called friends, you didn't know.
"I can take you there with me, and you can stop all this-" He motioned to the riot, "or I can leave you in the police's hands" Knowing one option was starkly different from the other, you relented, the cops aren't very nice to mutants let alone ones who cause a riot at an anti-mutant campaign.
The blond smiles when you nod in agreement to his offer as he melts the ice from your wrists and holds out his hand. "I'm Bobby."
» Rouge: You had been at the school for a few years now, your power had manifested on your 13th birthday, and Charles had been there pretty much since day 1 and helped you get it under control and live being a mutant.
Today had been the most excitement anyone had seen in years. A man and girl had come to the school, but the fact that the rugged-looking man was unconscious was the exciting part. The adults never really let us see any danger, so this was about as close as any of us had gotten.
Storm had told us about the girl, she was our age, and asked if we could look after her. You and your friends agreed. Being different was hard, so you knew she would probably need a few shoulders to lean on.
Playing with Peter, you nudged into him as the two of you raced downstairs, ignoring the chastising comments from Scott about running in the halls. Unfortunately, Peter often forgets how strong he is, and this was one of those times he reached towards you and pushed you out of his way.
Yelling, you tripped and fell into a pretty dark-haired girl who caught your arms in her hands. You started introducing yourself, only stopping when you saw her face go from absolute horror to wonder before stopping in awe. "I didn't hurt you?" she mumbled to herself as her hands trailed down the skin of your arms.
Her brown eyes filled with tears, and everything sort of went awkwardly silent as the girl asked if she could hug you. Xavier just smiled when you almost immediately let the girl do as she had timidly begged to do.
» John Allerdyce: The school you were at was on a field trip. It was boring and had nothing fun for you to do there. Your teacher rolled his eyes and reminded you that the trip was for learning and not for fun, to which you reminded him that anything could be fun with the right motivation.
You were the oddball, the weird mean girl in class. It wasn't that you were, but you didn't fit in with the other girls and didn't want to try. You didn't want to sit and conform to the things they droned on about, but worst of all, your classmates were mostly mutant haters, which wasn't good for you, someone who was secretly a mutant.
It wasn't just them, your mother, who hadn't taken the news well, had moved you from school to school in hopes that her child would for once try to be normal, but instead of normalcy, she was building a child who was growing a vast hatred for humankind.
Rolling your eyes as your teacher began explaining another lie about mutants and how dangerous they were, you decided to split. Backing out of the museum exhibit, you pulled out the pack of smokes you'd stolen from your dad. He was rarely home anymore, so he wouldn't notice.
Fishing in your pocket for a lighter, you accidentally bump into someone who seems to be trying to escape from their group. "Shit, sorry," you mumbled, hand still moving in your bag to find your lighter.
"I'm John-" he introduced as he discreetly winked, and the end of your cigarette was alight. "Or you call me Pyro," you gasped, glancing up at the dark-haired guy you had bumped into. He was a mutant like you, yet he wasn't afraid to show it.
» Kitty Pryde: You waved your new roommate, Jubilee, off as she told you that she would hang out with her friends and for you to meet them later if you felt comfortable. It was your first day at Charles Xavier School for Mutants, and you'd felt a little out of place.
Sitting on your bed, you smiled, seeing all of Jubilee's possessions. She seemed nice, maybe a little too bubbly for you, but very welcoming. Moving to look at her pictures, you smiled, seeing the ones she'd obviously taken with her friends – remembering her offer, you decide it would be wise to put yourself out there and meet them.
Unlocking your suitcase, you quickly set out a new outfit for yourself. Taking off the top you wore when Jean and Scott came to pick you up, you let it drop to the floor without thought. Standing in only your jeans and bra, you gasp when someone walks through the wall.
"Hey Jubilee, can I borrow-" A girlish scream came from the girl who quickly placed her hands over her eyes, profusely apologizing. You smile, seeing the bright red blush emerging from the collar of her shirt up her neck and to her cheeks. She's so cute.
