j2yin ‎˖ ࣪⊹۫꣑ৎ

destiny this destiny that but if there's anything hugo is sure of, even without destiny's meddling, it's his love for you!

everyone has established this but i reiterate that hugo's middle name is clingy!! he sticks to you like glue, even blindly following you to the bathroom only to walk into the door just because you got up from the couch and he just followed cause it's his second nature.

he takes you with him to all his matches regardless of whether they're overseas, he just can't stand to be without you for longer than a day! hugo performs his best when he knows you're watching, after all.

i like to think that he hardly posts on social media outside of brand deals and the likes, but if you post anything, he's literally the mbappe "i will be there no matter what" meme... first like first repost and everything cause he's your #1 fan! (everyone calls him a simp but he holds the title proudly. yes he's a simp for you, so what?)

hugo genuinely getting antsy when you take longer than half an hour to reply to him because he's so used to your attention that he can't help but worry :(

definitely the first to say "i love you" because he knows for a fact that you're the only one for him... he doesn't strike me as the kind of person who takes relationships lightly, as in if he dates he intends for it to be long-term if not forever, so he truly does mean it when he tells you he loves you...

also has pictures of you as his lockscreen and wallpaper, and his gallery is like 95% pics of you that you may or may not know he even took... stares at them when he's feeling down or just misses you, it takes the weight off of him like nothing else ever could, knowing he has you to come home to everyday.

hugo truly feels like the luckiest person in the world just being by your side but especially when you kiss him. life truly can't get better than being with you, and the ring hiding in his drawer will soon be the most tangible proof of his love and devotion to you <3

C/W : Roomates! or.. something along the lines.. Hugo is a touchy man who knows what he wants.

၊၊||၊ CHARACTER : Vivian Hugo

The skies aren't clearing up just yet.. the sound of coffee stirring is the only thing that echoes inside these comfortable walls.

"Morning.." a soft voice greets you from the counter, his movements stilling to just take you in..

Thunder rumbles in the backround and you absentmindly glance at the balcony panels to view the condensation coating the glass

He huffs quietly due to the lack of your acknowledgement.. lazily throwing the coffee packet from the other end of the counter in a patehtic attempt to hit you.

You tilt your head at the sodden packet lying in the middle of the table, amusement in your eyes as you rest your elbows on the counter and your chin on the palm of your hand

"How did the coffee offend you?" You ask with a quirked brow.. not acknowledging the way his shoulders minutely relaxed now that your eyes were trained on him..

"Not the coffee.. you." He murmurs quietly into the rim of his mug, gaze never leaving yours as he sips.. quite annoyingly.

"Mornin'.. s'that what you wanted..?" You ask leaning forward to pluck the packet between two fingers

"Mhm.. yes.." he mumbles almost satisfied as his fingers drum on the counter in a familar rhythm that resonated with the patter of rain outside..

You stalk to the other side of the counter.. depositing the packet and comfortably finding yourself grabbing a cup and hip-checking him, taking a packet for yourself and operating the coffee machine

He exhales quietly into his coffee at your action, free hand reaching out to cage your hip- the side of his palm resting casually on the edge of the counter

"You feel asleep on me last night.." he starts conversationally, placing the half finished cup down just to rest his chin on your shoulder

"That's crazy.. you aren't the comfiest thing." You state off-handedly, the weight of him on your shoulder was becoming quite a common habit.. this man was as touch-starved as they come.

"You wound me.." he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt, deeply offended that his favorite companion seemed to find his physical presence to be undesirable..

You pull the coffee out and lightly push at his cheek, sighing under your breath despite the smile that graced your lips

It was easy to coexist with Vivian, at some point of time.. it had almost become as simple as breathing.

"Don't stain my shirt with your coffee lips.." you comment before sipping your own coffee with a content hum..

He lets out a soft sound of acknowledgement, settling on just invading your personal space for now.

"Your coffee's gonna get cold.." you remind, lightly placing a hand on the side of his mug to test the heat radiating off it

After a pause, he places his hand over your own- engulfing it and bringing the cup up to take a light sip

"It's still hot.. might be your magic touch" he comments, trapping your hand against his and letting the cup hover near his lips

"Ah-ha.. très drôle.." you huff, trying to wriggle your hand out of his hold

He adjusts the hold on the cup and let's go easily enough, a little disappointed when you finish your coffee and move away from him to clean your mug

"Hey. Leave it, I'll wash it later" he calls out, following after you and gently pulling you back by the waist when you'd rolled your sleeves up to wash it

You blink, involuntarily letting out a soft squeak as he suddenly hooked his arm a little tighter against your hip- rendering you airborne as he lifted you up and deposited you on the other end of the kitchen, far away from the sink..

You glare up at him for the unprecedented manhandling, but he just flutters his lashes at you while taking a sip of his coffee with the over hand.. squeezing your side with his forearm pressing against your stomach

"Do you enjoy throwing me around like a ragdoll?" You ask trying to push his arm down, squirming against his grip- he lets go with a fleeting drag of his fingers across your stomach, placing his cup in the sink and rolling his own sleeves up to wash the cups

"Did you just ignore me..?" You ask a little offended as you move to hug his waist from behind, pressing your face against his back

He hums lowly under his breath but doesn't pause his movements..

"You can coffee stain me all you want!" You huff into his left shoulder blade.. quite discontent with the idea of him giving you a cold shoulder.. even if his shoulder was kinda warm-

"I do not wish to do that.. it was a lapse of judgement in my desire to be close to you" he states lowly, and you can't help but nuzzle a little closer at the admission

"Yeah..?" You hum while he places the cups down and wipes his hands, immediately turning to engulf you in a tight hug

"Yeah.." he confirms, pressing a kiss into the side of your neck and resting his forehead against your shoulder

The steady patter of rain fills the silence that follows, his warmth is both suffocating and safe, a sigh escapes your lips as you cling a little tighter..

At some point of time,

He'd become everything you've never imagined and everything you can't imagine without.

A/N : Happy Birthday to this guy..! 🫶 très drôle means 'very funny' btw!! ♪ PLAYLIST

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nagi's first impression of you was that you were a crybaby. and up until today, that hasn't changed.

the most vivid memory he had was during kindergarten when you both were five. he stood like a statue in between you and another girl who was about the same age, both sides of his arms being pulled like he was the rope in a tug-of-war. on his right, you were screaming, "nagi is mine!" while tears and snot streamed down your face. on the other hand (quite literally) was the other girl yelling back the same thing you screamed.

nagi didn't quite understand why you both were fighting over him. but seeing you in shambles like that made him feel uneasy, so he snatched his hand away from her and stood in front of you. "stop crying, it's annoying." he muttered, wiping your snot covered face with his sleeve. "you're such a crybaby, you know that?"

"but she tried snatching you away from me!" you wailed, more tears spilling as if your eyes held a waterfall captive. "i get it, i get it. i won't let anyone snatch me from you again, okay? i'm yours, so stop crying. you look ugly."

"you promise?" you asked, tears coming to a halt, though, you were still sniffling. nagi hummed in response, linking his pinky with yours. "it's a promise." he said. and seeing your beaming smile, warmth settled over his chest, little thuds echoing in his ears. your tiny hands were clasped together, little chubby fingers entwined tightly in each other's grasp. it could've been nothing serious back then, after all you both were children. but nagi never thought of it that way. for him, it was only you. even now, when you stood in front of him, fingers still locked between his, he was still yours.

"stop crying already, you look super ugly." nagi mumbled, holding back a smile as he watched you sob in your wedding dress. "i just—i can't believe we're finally getting married..!" your tears glistened under the bright lights, leaving a trail of happiness on your cheeks. "can't believe i'm getting married to a crybaby."

"can't you say something nice for once?" you pouted, trying to keep your tears in control. "yeah." nagi replied. "you're my crybaby. a beautiful one."

i’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings - ex!hugo texts

starring : ex!vivian hugo and reader

contents: angst no comfort, secret relationship(?), reader yearns for hugo, drinking/getting drunk, charles and loki cameos, jealousy

notes: they’re supposed to be in no contact btw. also pretend that y/n’s hoodie has hugo’s number & franchesca is beside her. maybe part 2 but idk how to continue this like this did not meet my expectations 🫩