hobo heart x reader. Perhaps we value each other?

Value

As I lay in the hot water relaxing I felt like something was off. I gently touched my chest where my heart would be but felt nothing. A hollow feeling washed over me.

I used to lay at night listening to my heart beat. A faint reminder that I was alive, that there was a reason to live, but now there is nothing.

Had my purpose been fulfilled? Was I born just to give him a heart? But if so, then why am I still alive?

These questions circled my mind over and over until I heard my bedroom door slam open.

"MOLLY!" Hobo heart sounded out of breath but excited. "Molly!? Where did you go?"

I sit up out the water and start to get out. "I'm in the bathroom, just a sec-"

The door slammed open and Hobo heart stood there holding a box. "Look! I-"

We both freeze. Our faces turning red slowly. His eyes drift over my exposed body, still dripping with water, while all I could do is stand there frozen with fear and embarrassment.

"Oh shit..." he mumbled quietly before slamming the door shut. "SORRY! I'm so fucking sorry! I didn't mean to- I didn't see- I-" he stumbled over his words on the other side of the door.

I slowly got out of the tub, numb to the fact he just saw me, and wrap myself in a towel.

"I-I mean I did see, a-and you're beautiful! But I didn't mean to! I was excited to show you something a-and I just... I'm sorry! After what you just told me too! I'm sorry!"

I open the door and smile slightly. "It's ok hobo." I look at the box in his hand. "What did you want to show me?"

"I..." He looks at the box then my towel. "Don't you want to get dressed first?"

I nod and walk to my dresser.

"Woah!" Hobo heart yells as I begin to drop my towel. "Let me turn around first!"

I look at him through the mirror on my dresser and find him facing the back wall with his hand over his eyes.

"Why? You've already seen me in the tub."

He shakes his head. "That doesn't matter. That was an accident. This is about respect Molly. I don't want to see you unless you want me too, not because you are used to it."

Something about what he said shook me to the core. My breathing halted for a moment, I could see the dead look in my eyes fade.

Respect.

Something I haven't had in, well, ever.

I can't remember a single moment in my life where someone had respected me.

I stared at the back of Hobo's head for so long my body had completely dried.

"H-hey. Can I turn around now? My legs are starting to hurt."

"Uh sorry. Just a second." I quickly get dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a tie dye blue shirt. "Ok, you are good."

He turned around, clutching the box tightly. "This box contains my most valued thing. But..." He hesitates before walking towards me. He takes one of my hands and looks me in the eyes. "You are just as valuable to me, and I want you to have this."

He slowly unlocks the box and opens it. Inside the box is a slowly beating heart.

"Is that..."

"Yes. It's my heart. You gave me your heart, now I want to give you mine. I value my heart greatly, so I give my heart to you."

My eyes widen and I take a shaky step backwards. "But, you saw what I tried to do to my heart! I tried to destroy it! I... I don't want the same thing to happen to yours."

His eyes grow cold. "Do you not value me?"

"I do! And that's why I don't want to hurt your heart!"

He places his hand over his chest, over my heart. "Your heart is different from the rest. You value it. That's why it can survive in my body. Those who don't value a heart, their hearts can't survive in me."

My eyes well up with tears. "Don't you get it you fucking idiot!? I do value you! I love you for fucks sake! But I don't want to hurt you! So take your heart and put it away!"

I turn away from him with crossed arms, tears spilling over and streaming down my face.

I hear a gentle thunk on the dresser next to me. Glancing over I see the box sitting on the dresser, in the mirror he is staring at me.

"You..." he hesitates for a moment. "You love me?"

I could feel my face turn bright red, I could see it in my mirror too. I didn't mean to say that part out loud. "I... I didn't..." I bite my lip and look away from him. "I didn't mean it."

I can't allow him to get close. Anyone who gets close to me only gets hurt. It hurts me so much but I have to push him away.

"Liar." His voice was like ice. "Why are you lying?"

I grip my arms around me. "I don't love you!" I squeeze my eyes shut, not budging from the spot. "I just want you to take your heart away! I don't want it!" Tears escape my shut eyes.

With a powerful grip Hobo heart grabs my arms and shakes me a bit, forcing me to look at him. He stood in front of me now and his icy blue eyes were shadowed by anger.

"STOP LYING TO ME!" His voice raised with each word, echoing through the room. "I can feel when you lie Molly!" He gripped his chest. "I can feel your emotions. Stop lying to me." He shakes his head, his white hair falling over his eyes making him look dangerous. "No, stop lying to yourself."

My body shook at his words.

Was I lying to myself? And why?