#hank mccoy reader insert

[thatlittlered]

Welcome To The Family | Hank McCoy

His lips are hot on yours, burning. Every move is unexpected but you welcome it anyways since you’re practically melting into his embrace. 

Hank’s long, slender arms coil around you like snakes and they trap you. Not that you mind being trapped here. His hand moves slowly to your hip and soon the broken glass lays completely forgotten on the floor of his lab. 

It settles there and pulls you closer until you collide with his warm chest that feels like your personal heaven. You could stay here forever.

But nothing good lasts forever, they say, and they’re right. You hear the small bits of glass cracking more under his feet and you remember again what all of this is about.

You push your hand against his chest, as painful as it might be to keep some distance. “I’m so sorry.” your breathing quickens and so does his but he continues to nuzzle your neck with little kisses.

He cups your face in his hands, nice and slow, and you shiver at the feeling of his latex-clad fingers. "Stop saying that sweetheart, it's no big deal."

"But I ruined th-" Mphm.

He kisses you again and again and you smile at the man who's come such a long way from the flustered, stuttering mess that he used to be in your presence.

"I told you; it's fine. I've got plenty of vessels." Hank speaks between kisses and you're sure you'll be fainting due to lack of air soon. 

You don't care.

Your lips are gliding against each other - exploring. It's soft and slow like he's mapping every inch of your mouth and you think that maybe he is. Just like he loves to map the freckles on your back as if they're constellations when you're laying on his chest at night.

He's always been a curious mind, your scientist, and you're the loveliest of wonders he's ever known. There's always a new side to you to explore and that exhilarates him, really.

Now as your smaller hands move across his chest and wrap around his neck to bring him closer, he knows he's spellbound to you.

He cranes his face down to meet yours until there's no space left between your bodies and his back starts to tremble from leaning down for so long. It's uncomfortable, sure, but he'd be damned if he stopped now.

Instead, his hands slide back on your hips where they seem to belong and you get the message loud and clear. You jump so he can hoist you up and place you on his hard-wood desk.

No time is wasted and he grabs your face again, this time much more gently. He's holding you like you're a piece of Charles' fine bone china collection - the ones he stores in his office for they should shatter with one careless move.

It's endearing.

A small whimper escapes you as his tongue finds yours and soon they're dancing together in a rhythm of their own. You're lost in the moment, so lost, but not lost enough apparently to feel the annoying tingle of his white latex gloves on your skin.

Without breaking your kiss, you make a move to remove them and for once he picks up on your actions soon enough and helps you tug them off.

You smother a sigh at the back of your throat at the newfound feeling of his skin on your cheeks, yet your bliss is disrupted rather quickly when you finally catch sight of the latest burn on his palm. One you know rather well he hasn't been taking care of.

"You got injured."

Hank tears his lips away from yours and smiles, "It's barely there. I've had worse."

You furrow your eyebrows at his lack of excuse, but this time you can't help the small sigh that escapes you. "Is that supposed to reassure me?"

"No, not really. I was sort of hoping you could kiss it better though."

A warm smile tugs at your lips and you giggle at the blush that's dusting your darling Hank's cheeks. So long with all the confidence.

You let your lips run over his wound ever so tenderly and his eyes shut on their own accord as if to fully indulge in the glorious sensation. It makes your smile grow all the more.

"Ahem." you hear someone clear their voice and immediately your eyes fly to Hank who's simply standing there frozen in shock. Whoever it is, they remain well hidden behind Hank's rather large frame.

Hank shoots you a petrified glance and you nod at him to move, still hoping that this mysterious person could be anyone else. Anyone but him.

"Hank," Charles' familiar voice sounds more unlike him than ever and you can't help but throw your boyfriend a worried glance. His eyes are glued to the floor and you can practically see him breaking under your brother's icy glare.

"Care to explain why in hell you're groping my sister in the middle of the day? And why is there broken glass everywhere?"

"I-uh..."

Seeing Hank collapse under the telepath's close inspection, you decide to step up. "That's my fault, actually. Hank asked me to fetch him some vials but I slipped and well...they're not quite that usable now."

You can feel your tall beau staring at you with wide eyes but you decide to ignore it and keep your attention on Charles instead.

"And how did that end with you on the desk and Hank kissing the life out of you, exactly?"

Oh, he's been standing there for quite a while.

"Fine, Sherlock. You got us. Hank and I are together." your hand reaches for him on pure instinct and he takes it ever so gladly - grasps on it really.

Charles pinches his nose in what seems like pure frustration or maybe anger, which of those you can't tell. "How long?"

"About a year now." Hank finally speaks up and you let out a breath of relief. You can do this together.

And there it is. The face of pure shock and disbelief painted on your older brother's features. It's a shame you can't capture this moment, it's not often that you manage to surprise a bloody telepath.

"A year?! How did you even keep it a secret for so long?" he takes a deep breath and continues, "Nevermind, I don't want to know. But seriously Hank? That's my little sister."

"I-I know that. But I fell in love with her. I didn't choose to, I just did. And then somehow she felt the same and I couldn't throw that away. I didn't want to." his thumb is tracing circles on your skin but his eyes are boring straight into your brother's.

Unshed tears gather in your eyes and you want to hug him, crush him, kiss him. You want to scream your love for him out on the street and let him know just how important all of this is. How important he is.

"I love her, Charles. And yes, she's your sister and yes, I'm supposed to quit this because you're my best friend. But I love her so much, I can't risk losing this - no matter what the consequences are."

Then he looks back at you with those bright blue eyes full of love and adoration and you swear this is it. There's no one else out there for you. 

This is as close to happiness as it gets.

Charles lets out a breath he's been holding escape his lungs like he does every so often when he's sceptical, "I'd say I'll kill you if you ever break her heart, but I trust that she can do that herself so... welcome to the family, Hank."

No, wait. This is real happiness.

A/N: I love hank so much, why don’t I write about him more often?! Also this request took forever, I’m sorry, babe.

Requested by @madlittlecriminal: can i make a request for our geeky hank where the reader is charles' twin & they both have feelings for each other, but charles is that overprotective brother, so hank & the reader try to hide their feelings for one another, but their thoughts are "too loud" for charles & allows them to be together, but gives hank the typical overprotective brother warning?? 🤔

[rax-writes]

Title: Good Things Come to Those Who Wait Fandom: Marvel Word Count: 1,210 Characters: Hank McCoy x Reader, Charles Xavier Reader Gender: Female Warnings: Difficulty conceiving Notes: For @hankmyhusband, because we talked about how Hank would handle his s/o being pregnant, and this idea popped into my mind. // Enjoy the fluff. ♥

       You and Hank had decided to forfeit all forms of protection the night of your wedding. In all the craziness of planning the wedding, you had both forgotten to discuss it. It wasn’t until you were both breathing heavily, almost completely naked, that Hank timidly asked, “S-Should I…. Are we going to use a condom?” The question caught you off guard, but you already knew your answer.        “Do you want to?”        “No. Do you?”        “No. No, I don’t.”        “Well, alright then, Mrs. McCoy,” Hank said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, so that his lips were just barely brushing over yours. “Let’s make a baby.”        Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy. Five months went by, and every negative pregnancy test only put another dent in your morale. Hank was still as effervescent as ever, reading through book after book about methods of getting pregnant, and constantly keeping track of when you’re ovulating. (There’s a calendar in your bedroom, one in his office, and he also marks it in his personal planner.) Hank was constantly taking vitamins he read would help, and vehemently avoiding alcohol, restrictive clothing, and hot showers. Not to mention the fact that he was pouncing on you at least once a day, to the point that you were concerned he felt like it was his job, and he wasn’t really enjoying it anymore. (He put that fear to rest with a small, mildly amused smile, saying “I get to have extremely frequent sex with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, whom I love more than anything. Trust me, I’m enjoying myself. I’d go as far as to say I’m having the time of my life, actually.”)        You fell into the routine of taking a pregnancy test once every Monday morning. (It had previously been once a day, but the lack of positives coerced you into making it just once a week.) Still half asleep and fully expecting it to be another negative, you set it on the counter when finished, and took a shower. After lamenting on the usual concerns you had with your difficulty to conceive, you turned off the water, exited the shower, wrapped a towel around your body and around your hair, and then remembered to check the pregnancy test.        You were certain your heart stopped when you saw the two small, bold red lines.        After coming to terms with the fact that you weren’t seeing things, you took five more tests -- all of which were positive as well. You had seen so many negatives that you still weren’t accepting that you were truly pregnant. There are things people can eat that make tests turn out positive, I’m sure that’s it, you thought to yourself. You were certain that you didn’t want to tell Hank, only for him to have his joy crushed if you weren’t actually pregnant. So, you called your doctor, and made an emergency appointment. Thankfully, Hank believed that you were just running to the store -- when, in fact, you were hopping in your car and getting to the doctor’s office as fast as you were legally able to.        “You’re definitely pregnant, Mrs. McCoy.”        That was a sentence you had begun to give up hope that you’d ever hear. You asked “Are you completely sure?” so many times that you had undoubtedly annoyed the doctor, but each time, she only smiled and said “Yes, dear, we’ve done every test we can possibly take. You’re definitely pregnant.”        You sat in the parking lot of the doctor’s office for ten minutes. Eventually, a blissful laugh escaped your lips, and was closely followed by happy tears. You were certain you looked like a mad woman, sitting alone in your car, laughing and sobbing, but you were so thoroughly ecstatic that you didn’t care.        Once you had calmed down, you managed to think up a plan for how to tell your husband. You went to the store and got all the supplies you needed.        Charles, of course, knew the second you returned home. A look of pure happiness spread across his features, but you put a finger to his lips, encouraging his silence. He pretended to zip his lips, and, upon your wishes, kept Hank out of the kitchen, where you set your plan in motion.        An hour later, you called Hank into the kitchen.        “What in the world have you been doing in here, sweetheart? Charles has been sitting outside like a guard dog for the past hour,” Hank jokes with a small laugh.        “I was making a surprise for you. I didn’t want you to see it until I was done,” you said, smiling.        “Well, you’ve definitely peaked my curiosity. What’s the surprise, honey?”        You stepped aside to reveal several cupcakes sitting on the counter. Each had a letter, all coming together to spell “You are going to be a daddy.” One of the pregnancy tests you had taken earlier was sitting beside them, with a tiny yellow bow stuck to it.        You watched as Hank’s jaw went slack as he processed what the cupcakes said. He stared at them for a moment, before he looked over at you. His eyes were misty, his lips were parted slightly, and his brows were furrowed together.        “Are… are you…?”        “Yes, Hank. I’m pregnant. That’s why I left so quickly a few hours ago; I went to the doctor. They confirmed it,” you answered, smiling even wider. “We’re gonna have a baby.”        He was pulling you into a bear hug faster than you could blink. Not wanting to hurt you or the baby, but unable to contain his excitement, he gently lifted you up and spun you around. (You always forgot just how strong he was.) When Hank finally pulled away and looked at you, you could see the tears that were falling down his cheeks, and the smile on his lips so wide that it would no doubt make his face sore later.        “I love you so much,” Hank stated, his voice strained. His hands fell to your stomach, and a small sob escaped his lips. “I love you both so much.”        “We love you too,” you replied, just then aware of your own tears. He pulled you into another hug, burying his face into your neck.        That night, as you two laid in bed, you were nearly asleep when you felt Hank move away from you, scooting down on the bed so that his head rested on your abdomen. He pressed a kiss there, and you couldn’t help but smile and run your fingers through his soft, brown hair.        Your heart grew fit to burst when you heard Hank speaking.        “Hi, little one. I’m your daddy. God, me and your mommy have waited for you for what seems like a lifetime. I can’t wait to meet you. You’re gonna have the best mom ever, and I’m gonna do my best to be the best dad I can be. We love you -- so, so much.”        Hank kissed your stomach softly once more, then moved back up to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him. You felt him press a kiss into your hair, and it didn’t take you long to fall asleep, a content smile on your lips.

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[rax-writes]

Title: Professor McCoy Fandom: Marvel Word Count: 670 Characters: Hank McCoy x Reader Reader Gender: Not specified Warnings: Gettin’ hot ‘n heavy with everybody’s favorite professor Notes: Request from @i-can-see-through-it for “Hi! First of all, you’re writing is lovely. :) also, can I request one between Hank and the reader, where the reader is usually feisty and Hank can be quite timid, but they have some banter and there’s a role reversal and a lot of sexual tension haha, thank you!” // Thank you very much! Hope you like it. ☺ // Hank McCoy has a professor kink and no one can tell me otherwise.

         Waltzing into Hank’s lab uninvited wasn’t unusual for you. You two were good friends, so he never minded; he was always happy to have the company. You thought it might be because he had feelings for you, judging from the way he would blush profusely any time you flirted with him, but you couldn’t be sure.         Upon entering the lab, you heard a loud groan of frustration from Hank, followed by the clatter of something hitting a table. He had a habit of throwing down whatever he was working on when exasperated, so you assumed that this time was no exception. You found him sitting in front of a table with a… sewing machine?          “Are you working on Halloween costumes already, Hank? Ooh, are you making mine? There’s not much fabric there, though. Although, I do have a sneaking suspicion that you would just love to see me in one of those super skimpy costumes….”          Hank’s ears and cheeks turned slightly pink, but he shook his head.          “I’m trying to make some sort of durable gloves for the X-Men, but none of the fabric I use is working right,” he replied, his tone a bit bitter.          “So, the genius Dr. Hank McCoy can build a complicated, powerful jet, and a brilliant method of amplifying a mutant’s telepathic abilities, and using that to locate mutants all over the world, and a thousand other incredibly ingenious things… but he can’t manage to make a pair of gloves,” you stated, laughing. Hank shot a glare at you before walking to another table in the lab and fiddling with some more fabric.          “Have you tried using the silk of a Darwin’s bark spider?”          Hank stopped what he was doing and turned to you, one eyebrow raised.          “Its silk is the strongest naturally occurring fiber in the world. It’s stronger than steel; ten times stronger than Kevlar.”          “That’s… that’s actually really smart,” Hank said, then began scribbling down some notes.          “I’m a bit insulted that you look so surprised that I said something smart,” you replied, laughing a bit.          “You do it so rarely,” Hank retorted, and you could tell he was grinning despite his back being to you.          “Hey!”          Hank chuckled then walked over to you, and sure enough, he was smiling.          “Thank you, Y/N. Really. That’ll help me significantly.”          “Anytime, Professor.”          Hank’s smile faltered a bit, and you could tell he was trying to act natural. A smirk found its way to your lips.          “Do you like it when I call you that, Professor?” you asked in a seductive tone, resting your hands on his shoulders. The shiver that ran down his spine didn’t go unnoticed.         “Y/N….”          You could tell that he was fighting between telling you to stop, and pulling you closer. Slowly, you began to run your hand down his chest, underneath the lapels of his lab coat. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, resting his forehead against yours. You could feel his shaky breath fanning over your face.          “Yes, Professor?” you asked sweetly.          A low growl escaped Hank’s lips when your hand ghosted over the waistband of his slacks, and his hand tangled itself into your hair as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. You flung your arms around his neck, and he was quick to pick you up, his hands gripping underneath your thighs, and set you on one of the nearby lab tables. The metal was cool beneath you, but the man you had your legs wrapped around was warming you right back up.          “Hey, Hank, did you ever – woah!”          You both turned quickly to find Alex standing in the doorway, shielding his eyes with his hand. His cheeks were tinted pink, and he called out “Sorry!” before hastily exiting the lab. The two of you laughed breathlessly, then Hank turned to you. The blue of his eyes was almost nonexistent, his pupils blown wide with lust. Hank wore a small smirk when he spoke.          “This isn’t over, beautiful.”          “Glad to hear it, Professor.”

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[rax-writes]

Can you do Hank Mccoy or Sean Cassidy for the prompt list they need more love in this world 😁💖

I’m a total slut for Hank McCoy so fuck yeah I can.

• who hogs the duvetHank is typically pretty warm, so you’re usually either hogging the duvet, or snuggled up to him.• who texts/rings to check how their day is goingHank can be a bit of a worrywart, so he calls you every day during lunch to check in. (Also because he misses you.)• who’s the most creative when it comes to giftsWhile Hank is a brilliant scientist, he’s not that great with gifts. You always have to hint heavily about whatever it is you want, and that’s always what you end up getting. You, on the other hand, always pay attention throughout the year to things he might want or need, so by Christmas time, you have secured him the perfect present.• who gets up first in the morningNeither of you. You would both rather spend as much time as possible wrapped up in each other’s arms before having to return to the rest of the world.• who suggests new things in bedIt’s generally you, because Hank is always too shy to. But the longer you’re together, and the more comfortable with you he gets, he’ll suggest something new once in a blue moon.• who cries at moviesYou almost always end up getting teary eyed, but you’ll never let Hank live down the time he bawled during Titanic.• who gives unprompted massagesWhenever Hank looks particularly stressed, you’ll always give him a massage. And if you play your cards right, it’ll lead to sex, which is always a good stress reliever, too.• who fusses over the other when they’re sickHank never gets sick, a perk of his mutation, so he turns into your own personal nurse every time you get sick. It’s usually sweet at first, but he can be a bit overbearing about it. • who gets jealous easiestHank is fairly self conscious about his mutation, so he always fears that you’ll leave him for someone more “normal.” So anytime he sees another man flirting with you, he’ll get incredibly protective and possessive. You’re always quick to get him out of there before he goes Beast on the guy. (Also because it’s incredibly sexy and you want to go home and jump his bones.)• who has the most embarrassing taste in musicYou sort of assumed that Hank would be a classical music fan, maybe soft rock. You nearly fainted the first time you caught him singing and dancing to Madonna. (You refuse to let him live it down.)• who collects something unusualYou collect postcards from every place you and Hank go to together. Not necessarily unusual, you just enjoy being reminded of all your adventures together.• who takes the longest to get readyHank always ends up telling you “You look gorgeous, now let’s go, please” ten times before you’re finally ready to go.• who is the most tidy and organisedYou’ve come to understand that the only thing Hank can be organised about is scientific data, so you’re usually the one doing the tidying, but Hank does help you.• who gets most excited about the holidaysHank can be fairly reserved, but he does enjoy the holidays. He absolutely adores the excited smile on your face as he drives you around to look at Christmas lights.• who is the big spoon/little spoonUsually, you’re the little spoon. There’s nothing you love more than feeling Hank’s long arms surrounding you, pulling you tight against his chest. But there are some days where Hank just needs to be the little spoon, so you wrap your arms and legs around him, holding him as closely as you can, pressing occasional kisses into his hair.• who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sportsNeither of you are very athletic, so sports are out, but once children come along, the two of you decide to have a family game night every Friday. The kids usually just end up getting annoyed by your mutual competitiveness.• who starts the most argumentsArguments are rare, because the two of you always talk things out before it gets to the point of an argument.• who suggests that they buy a petWell, technically, neither of you brought it up. Hank just impulsively bought a puppy one day when he was out shopping. (“Hank, I literally just sent you to get milk.”  “I know, sweetheart, but look at its little face!”)• what couple traditions they haveAs aforementioned, Hank loves driving you around to see all the Christmas lights. He also insists on putting elaborate lights all over the mansion, just to see the smile it brings to your face every night when they light up.• what tv shows they watch togetherThe sitcom Happy Days and the science fiction series Automan (Hank likes pointing out all the scientific errors in the latter)• what other couple they hang out withYou’re both a bit introverted, but Charles always convinces the two of you to go out with him and Moira.• how they spend time together as a coupleA significant portion of your time is spent in Hank’s lab, sitting with him as he works so he doesn’t feel lonely. But he knows that you get bored, so he’ll always read to you, laying down on the couch with your head on his chest, listening to his beautiful voice and feeling his words rumble through his chest.• who made the first moveHank confessed his feelings for you first, rambling on and on about how much he adores you, but you made the first actual move, silencing his adorable rambling with a kiss.• who brings flowers homeAnytime Hank goes out, he comes home with flowers for you.• who is the best cookHank tries, but it usually ends with a smoke detector going off, and you making something to replace the charred food Hank ended up with.

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[rax-writes]

❥ hank mccoy 😀

Song: To Be Alone - Hozier

All I’ve ever done is hide

From our times

When you’re near me

Honey, when you kill the lights

And kiss my eyes

I feel like a person for a moment of my life

The television Hank had been watching was suddenly shut off. He looked up to see you holding the remote, arms crossed and an unreadable expression on your face.

“Why do you keep watching that?”

Hank knew that he could lie and say that he was merely just watching the news, but he knew that you would see through that lie. He was watching, for the umpteenth time, the footage of himself, hulking and blue, with dozens of cameras pointed towards him. He was watching the fear on the onlookers’ faces, how parents pulled their children closer to them with horror in their eyes. It haunted his dreams. It was on his mind constantly. It was like a cloud hanging over his head that he couldn’t escape.

Hank was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice you walking towards him. You tossed the remote onto the coffee table and straddled his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders. You placed a gentle kiss to each of his eyelids, and he could see the adoration in your eyes as you looked down at him.

“They judge based on what they see, and that is no one’s fault but their own. You are perfect. You are beautiful. And I love you with all of my heart.”

Slowly, his hands came to rest on your hips, and you kissed his lips. He had expected it to be a soft, loving kiss, but he was wrong. You kissed him hard and passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest into his.

Hank realized that your goal was to show him how much you loved him – and he wasn’t about to stop you.

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[rax-writes]

Title: Contentment in Chaos Fandom: Marvel Word Count: 710 Characters: Hank McCoy x Reader, mentions of Peter Maximoff Reader Gender: Female Warnings: So much fluff. Prepare yourself. Notes: Based on this headcanon from @kurtwxgners.

       Chaos. There was no other way to describe having three children – especially young ones. Ages one, three, and six, to be exact. Three children had seemed like a wonderful idea to you and Hank, up until it actually happened. That was when the chaos began.        “You’re sure you’ve got them while I go to the store?” you asked for the fifth time that afternoon, as Hank led you out to your car, your three little ones trailing behind.        “We’ll be fine,” Hank assured you, opening the car door for you. “You barely ever leave the house, you could use a break. Grocery shopping isn’t the most fun, unfortunately, but it’s the first thing you’ve agreed to go do.”        “Can you blame me? Look at these sweet faces!” you said, pinching the cheek of the eldest child, Henry. He squealed “Mama!” and swatted your hand away, giggling. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”        “We’ll be fine,” Hank repeated, pressing a kiss to your lips, resulting in an “Ew!” from Henry. The three year old, Heather, was too busy watching a bird a few feet from her, and the one year old, Helena, only giggled. You picked the latter up and pressed a kiss to her squishy little cheek, then handed her to her father. After giving him another kiss, you got in the car and drove off.        An hour and a half later, you returned home, and enlisted the help of Peter to help you carry everything in. He had it all inside in under a minute, and you decided to go to your bedroom before you went to see how Hank was doing. A bathroom break and a change of clothes later, you made your way down to your husband’s lab, where Peter said he had been. You could hear the turmoil before you even opened the door.        “Heather, sweetheart, don’t touch that, please – and don’t let Helena touch it either. Actually, just stay away from that area entirely. Henry – Henry what did you just put in your mouth? Spit that out right now! Henry!”        “Having fun?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe with a grin plastered on your face.        Every one of them froze upon hearing your voice. Hank’s exhale and soft “Oh thank God” was drowned out by three simultaneous “Mama!”s, which were immediately followed by three little bodies bounding towards you, with open arms and bright smiles. You pressed a kiss to each of their noses.        “How ‘bout you all go find Peter and see if he wants to play? I heard him mention that he’d be up for a game or two,” you suggested, and they all ran off. Hank trudged over to you, and wrapped his arms around you.        “No more kids,” he muttered against your neck, his voice giving away how much they had tired him out. Gently, you pushed him away and placed something in his hand.        Hank looked down at the object with a confused expression, but that only lasted a split second – he had seen the same sight three times before: a white stick with two, bold pink lines in the center. He looked up at you with his brows furrowed together slightly, and his mouth hanging open a bit.        “Too late,” you whispered with a laugh.        You half expected Hank to be sullen. After all, he had just stated that he didn’t want any more children. And your three kids were fairly exhausting, adding a fourth would only make matters worse.        Just as those thoughts began to swim through your mind, Hank gave a shout of joy and enveloped you in a tight hug, before lifting you up and spinning you around.        “You’re not upset?” you asked hesitantly, your feet still dangling a few feet from the ground.        “Of course not,” Hank replied with a breathless laugh. He set you down and looked at you, a grin lighting up his features. “I mean, yeah, this wasn’t intentional. But I never intended to meet you, either, and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”        You smiled and let Hank pull you into another hug, and you realized that this was one of those moments in which a person feels so content, that it makes up for all the chaos.