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Hank Mccoy x Reader: Stubborn

"I look like a freak."

"I think you look amazing."

The words quickly escaped your mouth as you held him closer to you, your arm around his waist.

"Why do you think that, Hank? Your mutation is a part of you and I think you should appreciate it and not look down on it. It makes you even more special than you already are."

He took a deep breath at your words, turning his head so he could face you.

"Sometimes I really hate it."

Your eyes looked down, and you slowly moved your hand off of his waist and into your lap, laying down on the bed so you were facing the ceiling.

"I'm not going to hold you anymore until you say you're sorry." You crossed your arms with a smug look on your face.

"Sorry for what?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"For saying bad things about who you are."

He laughed at your response, but then pouted.

"Come back."

"No."

"Please?"

"No, Hank."

"Fine." He huffed and then stared at the ceiling himself, but then he turned to look at you again.

He groaned as he turned his body so all of him was facing you, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry for saying bad things about my mutation." He mumbled quietly.

A smirk grew on your face. "What was that?" He rolled his eyes once again and spoke louder. "I'm sorry for saying bad things about my mutation."

"I forgive you." You giggled as you wrapped your hands around his waist once again and buried your face in his chest.

"You're my fuzzball, Hank."

He laughed. "God, I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too."