hobo heart x reader. Perhaps we value each other?

Him

Despite his cold skin and demeanor, his arms felt warm around me. His words pulled at my heartstrings. When was the last time someone valued me? When was the last time somebody truly cared about me?

I shook my head and pushed him off of me.

"No!" I quickly get off the bed and step away from him, "no, you can't value me! You just can't! It's a pointless thing to value someone like me! I-I'm broken, and scarred a-and, just over all a fucking mess!"

When I turn to look at him I see him sitting there, a look of pity on his face as he looks at me with sad eyes.

I look away from him and hug myself, "and besides, after what happened last time with CC do you really want to get hurt again?"

"How did you know about her?" His voice was tainted with shock and anger.

I look to him and his blue eyes are glittering with tears. It must still hurt to talk about, even after all these years. "I read about it in Marcy's journal. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

He shakes his head and sighs. "Then you should know there is a major difference between you and her." He gets off the bed and walks toward me.

"What's that?" I step back until my back hits the wall, then I look at my feet to avoid eye contact.

He places a hand next to my head on the wall and the other on my chin. He gently lifts my head until our eyes meet. His face is so close I can feel his cool breath on my cheeks. His crystal blue eyes are deep with emotion, it's like swimming in a cold ocean. The white skull pattern on his face flushes pink as he slowly closes the distance between us.

"She didn't give me her heart."

Before I could respond, his lips connect with mine. The cold sensation sends a shiver down my spine. His kiss isn't rough and his lips are softer than I expected. I place my hands on his chest to push him away but my arms became weak. I fought back at first then slowly gave into him.

His hand on my chin slowly slid to the back of my head, tangling into my hair, deepening the kiss. His hand on the wall slid around my waist, pulling me closer.

Beneath my hands, I could feel my heart beating wildly in his chest, a feeling I never felt it do before. All I had ever known was pain and for the first time, in a long time, I felt safe.

After a moment he pulls away and looks at me. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" His eyes filled with worry.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I let out a shaky breath. "Why? What's wrong?"

He reaches up and wipes my cheek with his thumb, I feel a cool liquid spread over my cheek. "You are crying."

"I..." I touch my other cheek and feel the tears rolling down my face. I chuckle a bit then smile at him "I guess those are happy tears."

Worry quickly turned to shock. "You are happy? About me kissing you?"

"I'm not entirely sure, I just, I guess it's just nice to have physical contact that doesn't involve pain." I stare down at my hands on his chest, my heart beating slows down to normal.

Though since I gave it to him it's his heart now.

He smiles at me softly and kisses my forehead gently. "I'll try to give you more of these moments then."

Suddenly he holds me at arms length. "Oh! I have an idea!"

Before I could say anything he ran out the door.

I go over and sit on my bed. I gently rub the place on my chest where my heart used to be. What ever Jason did worked well, I couldn't even feel a difference through my shirt.

I get up, walk over to the floor length mirror in my room and take off my shirt. Underneath my bra, my skin looks flawless, as if nothing happened. The skin color matched perfectly and I couldn't feel a difference in texture either. I slowly look over my body, tracing every scar that I could reach with my fingers.

The only thing I could notice was my lack of a heartbeat.

My light skin was always so pale in comparison to everyone else. I would get picked on often for my stark features. Pale skin, jet black hair and baby blue eyes, as well as slightly pointed ears that I usually kept hidden. All of these things made me a freak to humans. But here? I'm normal. No one looks at me weird, no one whispers as I pass by, and no one is mean.

After some time had passed I picked up my shirt and headed to the connecting bathroom. After all I've been through, all I want is a nice, hot, relaxing bath.

Shutting the door behind me, I toss my shirt on the bathroom floor and remove the rest of my clothing. I turn on the hot water and let it run. Once the tub is full I slowly dip down into the water and let my body unwind.

I couldn't remember the last time I had a chance to relax in a nice, hot tub. My body seemed to melt as I closed my eyes and sighed softly.