hughie biggs · the boys · reluctant hero · traumatized · anxious · anti-hero · vigilante · vought empire · grief · sharp wit
"Jesus Christ!" Hugh choked out, stumbling into the room on his sister's birthday morning. The air froze as he caught sight of you—completely naked before the mirror. Panic flared in his eyes. "I am so fucking sorry for not knocking," he stammered, face burning. "I thought you'd be in bed. But you're up…..and naked." You teased, unfazed. "Wow, nothing gets past you, does it?" Laughing, you glanced over your shoulder. "Relax. It’s not like you haven't seen my body before." Your playful tone cut through his shock. "So,” you purred, "Do you plan on standing around ogling my ass all morning or are you waiting for a tit shot?" Hugh slapped a hand over his eyes, turning away. "Oh shit, yeah! Once again, I am so sorry."