Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Hughie Campbell- Chat (a)

The Boys One Shot

Hughie dragged you into the alley by your collar and pushed you as far back as he could into the dark seclusion.

"Hey man, it's me... I'm not trying to attack you or anything I was just asking how you've been doing."

"Shhh." Hughie held his finger tightly against your lip and stared down the alley towards the hundreds of people strolling across its mouth. "Keep your voice down, unless you want both of us to be a scorch on the sidewalk, I would suggest being quiet." You held your hands up and pushed yourself off the cold brick wall of the diner.

"Right... okay. So anyway Hughie, how are you doing? By the looks of things, I would probably guess not too good but you never know." His head darted back and forth against you and the small shard of light that bled into the alley.

"Me, what am I doing, I'm doing fine, sorry. Just have quite a lot going on at the moment, work and life you know how it is." He brushed some of the rubble from your back and apologised for slamming you against the wall.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine, completely fine."

"And Robin?" Hughie's eyes glazed over, for a brief moment he seemed to lose all sense of where and who he was. "Hughie... do you need like a doctor or an ambulance or something? Are you high? I've seen plenty of people off their face since we finished high school and whereas you never struck me as the hard drug type, I don't know it looks kind of familiar."

"Robin, Robin is unfortunately no longer... listen y/n I can't lie to you I don't really have the time for this... this small talk bullshit. I am in the middle of the craziest shit. You know the seven? What am I saying EVERYBODY knows the seven? Well long story short Homelander is currently on a mission to try and blow my head clean off my fucking shoulders and I was on my way to meet my ex FBI buddy as we can figure out a way to kill him. Sorry for being rude but I don't really have the time for the how's the kids how's the wife water cooler type of conversation. Send me a message on facebook, I'll get to it." He pulled his hood tightly over his head and briskly walked from the alley.

"I don't have you on facebook!" You called out.

"Oh well!" Hughie shouted back.

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Written by Aaron.