X-Men Oneshots

Surprise (Hank McCoy)

The warm glow of the setting sun cast a golden hue over the X-Mansion, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. As the sun dipped lower, the anticipation in my heart grew with each passing minute. Tonight was special; it was our anniversary, and I had been planning a surprise for weeks that I hoped would make Hanks heart swell with joy.

The idea for the surprise had come to me suddenly, like a flash of inspiration. I wanted to celebrate our relationship with a romantic dinner in a place that held a special significance for us—our very own rooftop. With the help of a few trusted friends, I had orchestrated an enchanting setup: a cozy table for two, adorned with twinkling string lights, and a spread of Hank's favorite dishes. The finishing touch was a bouquet of his favorite flowers, their fragrance mingling with the soft scent of the evening breeze.

As the sun set and the stars began to emerge, I made the final preparations. I adjusted the candles, ensuring they flickered softly in the gentle breeze, and made sure that everything was perfect. The table was set with care, and I couldn't wait to see Hank's reaction. The thought of him walking onto the rooftop and seeing the surprise filled me with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

I gave Hank a call earlier, suggesting that we celebrate our anniversary with a special dinner. He sounded thrilled at the idea, though he had no clue about the real surprise awaiting him at the mansion. I told him to meet me in the courtyard, where I'd pick him up for our "dinner out." I had carefully crafted the plan, hoping to make the evening as perfect as possible.

When the time came, I walked to the courtyard with a mixture of eagerness and nerves. I was dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit that I hoped Hank would appreciate. As I approached, I saw Hank waiting for me, his eyes lighting up as he saw me. His warm smile made my heart skip a beat.

"You look absolutely stunning," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. His eyes traveled over me, taking in the details of my outfit.

"Thank you, Hank," I replied, feeling a flush of warmth at his compliment. "I'm so excited for tonight. Are you ready for our special evening?"

Hank nodded eagerly, his curiosity evident. "I've been looking forward to this all week. Where are we headed?"

I smiled mysteriously and took his hand. "It's a surprise. Just trust me, it'll be worth it."

We walked together, hand in hand, to the entrance that led to the rooftop. I opened the door with a flourish, revealing the setup I had been working on for weeks. The look of surprise and awe on Hank's face was more than worth all the effort I had put into planning the evening.

Hank's eyes widened as he took in the scene. "Is this... for us?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement. "Happy anniversary, Hank. I wanted to do something special for you."

He looked at me with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "This is incredible, Y/N. I'm speechless."

I led him to the table, where we took our seats. The string lights cast a soft, romantic glow over us, and the view of the city below was breathtaking. The air was filled with the aroma of the delicious dishes I had prepared, and the gentle breeze added to the magical atmosphere.

As we began to enjoy the meal, Hank's eyes never left me. We talked about our favorite memories from the past year, reminiscing about the special moments we had shared. We laughed over inside jokes and shared our dreams and hopes for the future. The connection between us felt stronger than ever, and I could see how much he appreciated the effort I had put into making the evening perfect.

Despite the beauty of the moment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. My eating disorder had been a constant struggle, and I had been hiding it from Hank. I had managed to eat just enough to avoid suspicion, but the dizziness and weakness I felt were becoming harder to conceal.

As we finished our meal, Hank suggested we relax on the plush blanket that was spread out on the rooftop. The stars began to twinkle in the night sky, and the city lights below created a mesmerizing backdrop. Hank lay back on the blanket, and I joined him, snuggling close.

The warmth of his body against mine was comforting, but the dizziness I had been feeling earlier was starting to overwhelm me. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the joy of the evening, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep up the facade.

As we lay there, Hank's arm draped over me protectively, I felt a wave of weakness wash over me. My vision started to blur, and I struggled to stay conscious. I tried to sit up, but the room spun around me, and before I knew it, everything went dark.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the grass, Hank's worried face hovering above me. His voice was a mix of concern and panic. "Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?"

I blinked slowly, trying to focus. Hank helped me sit up, his hands gentle but firm. "I'm fine," I mumbled, though my voice was shaky. "Just... a bit dizzy."

Hank's eyes were filled with a mix of worry and realization as he took in my pale complexion and the way my clothes hung loosely on me. "This isn't just dizziness," he said, his voice trembling. "You haven't been eating properly, have you?"

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I didn't want to worry you. I thought I could handle it."

Hank's expression shifted from concern to sadness. "I didn't realize how bad it was. I've seen how much weight you've lost, how tired you look. Why didn't you tell me?"

Tears sprang to my eyes as the weight of his words sank in. "I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could fix it on my own. I'm so scared, Hank. I feel like I'm losing control, and I'm jealous of everyone who seems to have it all together. I don't feel good enough."

Hank pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me in a way that felt both comforting and reassuring. "You're not a burden, Y/N. You're my everything. I want to be here for you, through all of it. I need you to trust me and let me in."

The warmth of his embrace was a stark contrast to the cold isolation I had been feeling. His support was overwhelming, and I could feel the tears flowing freely as I clung to him. "But what if I can't get better? What if I always feel like this?"

Hank's eyes were filled with unwavering support and love. "We'll get through it together. It's okay to have bad days, and it's okay to lean on me. We'll face this one day at a time. I believe in you, and I believe in us."

As the night continued, the stars above twinkling like tiny diamonds, I felt a sense of relief knowing that Hank was by my side. We sat together on the blanket, and the soft glow of the string lights created a magical atmosphere. Hank's presence was a comforting reminder that I wasn't alone in this fight.

We talked for hours, sharing our fears and hopes, and slowly, the heaviness in my heart began to lift. Hank's unwavering support gave me the strength to face my struggles, and his love was a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Eventually, we lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. The city lights below twinkled in the distance, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of the flowers. Hank's arms were around me, his warmth a constant source of comfort.

"I never imagined I'd find someone who makes me feel this way," Hank murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for this incredible night, and for being such an important part of my life."

I turned to look at him, my heart full of love. "You deserve everything and more, Hank. I'm so grateful for you and everything we have together."

He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a sweet, heartfelt kiss. The world seemed to fade away as we shared that moment, our love for each other shining brighter than the stars above.

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