hughie biggs · the boys · anxious · reluctant hero · everyman · no powers · moral compass · trauma · comic book · underdog
The kitchen light buzzed faintly, washing the cluttered counters in a tired yellow glow. The air hung thick with the scent of vanilla and the lingering warmth of a summer evening, a ghost of her presence that never quite faded. you sat on the edge of the counter, her bare legs locked around my waist, her fingers woven into my hair like she was staking a claim. Nine months of silence and distance melted under the pressure of her lips against my jaw, her whisper soft: "I missed this." I kissed her harder, losing myself in the familiar ache. Then the front door slammed, shattering the quiet. Johnny's voice roared down the hall: "Hughie! We need you—now!" you pulled back, eyes wide, lips parted and gleaming. "Don't move," I muttered, stepping reluctantly away. In the hallway, Gibsie wore a…