#laura kinney x ftm!reader

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Pretty - Laura Kinney x ftm!Reader

A/N: Oh, I hope this is good 😬 Bold text is Spanish, because Laura speaking Spanish is my absolute favorite; I just didn’t wanna have to put translations, lol. Let me know if I missed any warnings

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CW: misery; dysphoria; mild Charles Xavier bashing; dysphoria; Reader kinda has a breakdown; Reader is a mutant, but their powers are not mentioned; crying; Laura is softer but still grumpy in this; Reader is called love; language; unspoken acts of love; Reader wears a binder; ‘I love you’s; soft ending

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It had started with the Professor. You didn’t really blame him, but it was definitely his fault. He’d been the one to insist you come with them on the mission.

You’d missed Laura the whole time, not used to being on a mission away from her. That had made you quietly miserable.

And then one of the members of the crowd afterwards had to go and shout at you. You don’t remember exactly what they said, but they’d called you pretty. Pretty made you think of girls, which brought up your insecurities, and then one thing led to another.

You’re shaking as you get off the jet, barely able to hold back a breakdown. You want to hide. You want to get away. You need Laura.

Logan tries to stop you as you pass, but you brush by him. Tears are already threatening to spill and you hastily wipe at your eyes. He calls out to you, but you ignore him.

You make it to your room and rip off your suit. Shoving it as far out of your sight as you can. You pull on a comfy shirt and curl up in your bed. Pulling the covers up over your head to block out the world.

It doesn’t help with the thoughts, but you can finally cry in peace.

Eventually, the covers are pulled back and she crawls under. Tugging your frame tightly against hers.

“Love, why are you sad?”

You bury your face against Laura’s shoulder, curling your body into hers. “I dunno.”

She gently scratches your back, resting her chin on your head. “That’s stupid. Did someone say something?”

There’s an edge to her voice, and you know she’ll jump to chewing the Professor out the moment you say yes.

You hug her tighter and nod. “It’s dumb. I don’t even remember what they said. It‘s just…”

Words fail you, tears prickling at your eyes again. Your voice cracks when you speak. “They called me pretty, Laura.”

“Those fuckers.” Laura’s voice is a low growl. “I’ll kill them.”

You press your face to her neck. “Not yet. Just stay here for a while?”

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Just for you, love.”

You hide with her until Bobby comes around to call everyone for dinner.

Laura gets out of the bed first, rummaging around your dresser and closet. You poke your head out from under the blankets, wiping at your eyes.

She sits next to you, handing you a pile of clothes. “Change. I won’t look.”

You nod and crawl out of bed. She sits with her back to you, not even glancing your way once. It helps calm you a little. She loves you enough to know how to wait.

You look through the bundle of clothes, your heart climbing its way to your throat. It’s your favorite t-shirt and pants, complete with your least itchy binder and some fingerless gloves.

You take your time putting on the clothes, making sure everything is in the right place. Then you hug her from behind. Pressing your face into her neck and closing your eyes. “Thank you.”

She turns her head to kiss your cheek. “Feeling better?”

You nod. “I’m always better with you, Laura.”

She rolls her eyes a little, but a smile twitches at her lips. “Don’t be sappy.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to her cheek in return. “I mean it.”

She grumbles, twisting to hug you properly. “I said, don’t be sappy, idiot. We’re going to miss dinner at this rate.”

You press your forehead to hers, gently rubbing your nose against hers. “I love you.”

She melts after a moment. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

You pull her to her feet and take her hand, entwining your fingers with hers. “Come on. If you promise to watch a movie with me later, I’ll let you chew out the Professor.”

She perks up immediately. “Yes! I promise! That old bastard deserves a good bite!”

You just grin and lead her towards the door.