Prompt(s):
“Hi! May I please request a cute fic with Hank McCoy? Like him and the reader
like eachother and they won’t admit it until the other X-Men get tired of it
and kinda urge Hank and the reader to confess?” and “Hi! Could oyu please do a
oneshot with Hank (XMen) where the reader and him are dating and she kisses him
to shut him up? Thanks!”
Note:
Gonna change the second prompt a teensy bit to fit the first prompt. Also,
takes place like right after First Class. At this point, Charles, Hank, Alex, and
Sean are the only ones there. But for the sake of this fic, let’s pretend Erik
and Raven are there too.
Warnings:
FLUFF and Steam
Hank McCoy had had the biggest crush on you
since the day you came to the mansion as a new teammate. A new X-Man. It was 3
in the afternoon about three weeks after you arrived that Hank was taking your
measurements for your suit.
He wrapped the measuring tape around your
waist, trying his hardest not to blush, but to no avail. He swallowed thickly,
your closeness making him very nervous.
“You all right?” You asked with concern. He
nodded.
“I just, um…yeah. Yeah I’m fine,” he mumbled.
His tongue seemed to be tied in a knot.
“You sure?” You asked, pushing him upright. “Your
face is all red. Do you have a fever?”
“I think,” he coughed. “I think I’m fine,”
“Okay good.” You smiled softly, looking up at
him. “You have all the measurements you need?”
“Y-yeah. Yeah I’m good,” he nodded, pushing
his glasses up his nose. You nodded and took a seat at one of the stools in the
lab.
“You’ve got a lot of cool stuff in here,
Hank,” you looked around.
“Thanks,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You
know, your mutation is really something. I’ve, uh, never seen anything quite
like it.”
“Is that an invisibility pun?” You smirked,
shaking your head.
“I guess it is,” he laughed. “But I meant
your force-fields. They’re getting really strong.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to-”
Everyone
to the living room for a friendly game of spin the bottle. Charles projected
through the house.
“Spin the bottle?” You asked, scrunching up
your face in confusion. “There are like two girls here.”
“That’s odd,” Hank looked equally confused. “I
guess we better head up there, huh?”
“Yeah.” You agreed, following him up to the
living room where the others were sitting out on the couch, chatting and
laughing and smiling. They were acting strange, but normal at the same time.
Very odd, you decided.
“Great, you made it,” Sean crossed his legs. “Take
a seat.”
“Actually, we couldn’t decide between Spin
the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven, so…” Alex shrugged, winking at Hank.
You looked around at the others suspiciously.
“What are you-” Hank started.
“(Y/N), why don’t you go first?” Charles
suggested. You shrugged and reached forward, spinning the empty Coke bottle. It
spun and spun and then magically, very abruptly stopped at Hank.
You could have sworn you saw a glint of a
metal paperclip sitting in the bottle before Alex and Erik shoved you and Hank
into the nearest closet. The game was rigged. This was the plan all along.
You looked up at Hank, the only light coming
through the slits in the door. His heart was racing. So was yours. You felt as
if a tornado of butterflies was loose in your stomach.
“I think we’ve been set up,” Hank said after
a long silence. You nodded.
“How did they find out that I-” you started,
stopping yourself before you spilled your secret.
“That you what?” Hank asked, raising an
eyebrow.
“That I…have a crush on you…”
“You like me? I thought you liked Alex!”
“Of course I like you! I’m just really shy, and
when I get nervous…” you disappeared. “Oh no,”
“Where are you?” Hank asked.
“Right here.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything,” you nodded, not that he could see
it anyways.
“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the
minute you walked through the front door, but you’re way out of my league and
my mutation is-” You cut him off with your lips, unable to hold it in any longer.
His eyes went wide and he backed up, his back hitting the wall. Hank bent forward
and wrapped his arms around your waist as you reappeared, your hands cupping
his cheeks.
You continued to kiss him, lips sliding
across his. He stepped forward, pushing you against the other wall. His animal
urges were coming to the surface. He pulled you up onto his hips, your thighs coming
to rest on his waist. He groaned, a low growl coming from his throat. His
muscles bulged. There was a *rip* as his body grew slightly, tearing the seams
of his shirt. Fur grew all over him, thick and blue.
Just before things could hit another level,
Alex opened the door.
“Woah!” he covered his eyes and stepped away.
“My God Charles, I owe you ten bucks!”
Hank set you down, rubbing the back of his
neck and smiling sheepishly.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to go blue…”
“Hank, your mutation is part of you. Don’t be
ashamed of who you are.” You told him, slipping your hand into his. He smiled,
fangs poking out the slightest bit.
“I needed to hear that,” he looked down at
you. “I, uh, better put on a different shirt…”
“Right,” you nodded, squeezing his hand
before he ran up the stairs. “Thanks for that, Erik.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked
innocently.
“I saw the paperclip.”
“Maybe it wasn’t me. Maybe it was fate
finally pushing you two together.”
“Whatever…”
***
Later that night, you and Hank were cuddling
in his bed. He was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of loose grey
sweatpants. You were laying on top of him, and his arms were around your waist.
“God, you’re so warm…” you hugged him
tighter. He chuckled.
“Comes with being a big blue monster, I guess.”
“You’re not a monster,” you shook your head.
“Oh yeah? Then what am I?” he asked with an
amused grin.
“You’re just a big cuddly teddy bear,” you
tilted your face forward and kissed his cheek. He sighed, one of his hands
gently and very carefully stroking your hair. He played with the strands
between his fingers.
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