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⟢ ABSTRACT ˘ Hugo knows for sure that moving to England and meeting you was fated. There’s no doubt in his mind that you and him are meant to be this lifetime…there's just one small issue. Neither of you speak the other’s language.
. ⟢CONTENT + WARNINGS — fluff. no major warnings. dialogue in italics = french. its implied that reader has lived in the uk most of their life. (reader doest have to be british tho). not proofread!! ˘ WC 1.2k
. ⟢ AN ˘ this was requested!
Hugo arrived in England from France about two months and a half ago.
After his most recent transfer to Arsenal, he was quick to move into his new apartment in London, which although not fully furnished, already felt like home to him.
Within the first week of his move, he was pretty familiar with his neighbourhood.
And by that he means he only knew where his local M&S and gym were, but that was pretty much all he needed anyways. Hugo also got friendly with some of the fellow residents in his floor and they all seemed to thankfully take a liking to him even though they haven’t shared much words, but overall it’s safe to say he has been adapting to his new way of life fairly well and that everything was going rather smoothly.
That was until he met you, of course.
You were the last neighbour he met, yet left the biggest impression so far. He can vividly remember the day of your first interaction like it was two months ago…because it was, in fact, two months ago, but anyways.
He was busy preparing his dinner when he heard someone at the door. On any other occasion, he probably would’ve ignored the sound of his bell ringing since he wasn’t expecting anyone to come that night, and he barely knew anyone in the country back then. But the continuous sound of the doorbell ringing got very annoying very fast, so he found himself with no option but to see who was on the other side.
While he was ready to deal with some annoying door-to-door salesman trying to sell him rubbish, he was met with the sight of you instead. You were still in what he could guess were your work clothes, and your exhaustion was clear as day to anyone who took a single look at you, yet you were still making an effort to be courteous and smile at him.
“Good evening,” you said, and suddenly anything around Hugo became background noise. Even the sound of his kettle boiling was muffled by the sound of your voice, and the annoyance he felt earlier was gone. “I’m really sorry to disturb you. But I got a message saying a package meant for me was delivered here earlier. Do you have it by any chance?”
Hugo barely registered anything you said to him.
Maybe because you had to be the most beautiful person his eyes have ever been graced with and he couldn’t help but be completely entranced by the mere sight of you…and by the natural melody in your voice…
Or maybe because he didn’t understand shit of what you said.
He understood two words, “Sorry.” and “evening”. That was it.
All the rest sounded like gibberish.
And poor you kept on talking while he just stared at you like a dog trying to understand what their owner was saying. All that was left for him to do at that point was tilt his head sideways in confusion to completely embody a lost puppy. “You know what, nevermind. It must’ve been a mistake—”
But just as you were about to make your walk of shame back to your apartment, Hugo spoke for the first time. “Please wait.”
He didn’t mean to sound so aggressive back then. But every single fiber in his being was telling him to not let you leave so soon. “I’m sorry, what did you say…?”
His brain must’ve short circuited or something, because he couldn’t remember for the life of him what word he wanted to use that moment. All the hours he spent learning English felt like a huge waste of time. “ Tsk…shit, what's the word again.”
“Oh wait! Is that french?” The way his eyes lit up and how quick he nodded back was comical enough for you to forget how tired you were from work and let out a laugh. “Ah I see, It’s a shame I didn’t do that well in my french gcse…Would’ve come in handy now, wouldn’t it?”
“So you understand me?” The look in your face was enough for an answer.
“Look…how do I explain this… I came here to get a delivery. A package.” you gesticulated in hopes of making it more understandable, but if anyone had walked in back then, they’d probably think you were both weirdos trying to communicate with each other. “You know, a box…Boxe?” Is that how you say it?”
“Boxe? As in boxing...? You want to fight me?”
“I have a feeling I said something wrong…”
It took a good ten minutes for you to finally understand each other and for you to walk away with your delivery.
In those ten minutes, he managed to learn your name, as you still recalled the bare minimum from your French lessons back in year seven, and that you lived in the apartment down the hall.
He found it kind of weird that they’d leave your package to him instead of handing it to the concierge or the person next door to you.
But If fate led that box to his apartment, who is he to question it, right?
Hugo tried to brush off that awkward encounter as a one time incident.
However, when every single one of your packages and letters are constantly being delivered to his apartment instead of yours, he doesn’t know if he can pinpoint this to simply the postman’s incompetence.
‘Perhaps this is a sign…’ he thought.
After all, nothing happens by chance in this life. No other person is more aware of that fact than Hugo.
He knows that there’s a meaning behind all actions taken by the universe, so there was only one plausible reason as to why it kept on pushing you two together, even at the most random occasions.
Why it kept on blessing him with your presence on his doorstep every other day, and with the rich sound of your laughter when one of you makes yet another dumb mistake in the other’s language. Or why it made sure that whenever he goes out for a run or shopping, you happen to be there too — He recalls how in one of the many random encounters you’ve had at the supermarket, you caught him struggling to speak with one of the shop workers and quickly came to his rescue. That display of your kindness has stuck to him till this day — and Hugo feels like an absolute idiot for not putting all the pieces together much sooner!
You and Hugo were meant to meet each other.
That’s why his choices in life brought him to England of all places. That’s why your packages kept on being sent to his home for weeks and why, besides the language barrier, talking to you feels so easy. So natural.
And now that Hugo has finally come to this realisation, he’s being consumed by this newfound ardor to unravel what destiny had stored for you and him — starting with the first mission. Master the English language as soon as possible.
tysm for sticking w me u guys 🥹 im so grateful for all of you and for every interaction you've left on my posts, whether it was a like, a comment or a reblog, they all mean a lot to me 🫶🏾 and even if youre the type to just read my stuff and not interact with it at all, i still appreciate you for being here <33
i feel like this calls for a celebration so uhhh 2k milestone event yay or nay 👀
˚₊‧꒰ა No one believed in the certainty of fate quite like VIVIEN HUGO. If anything, he revered it.
To him, destiny was a principle as absolute as any law of nature. Every person was born with an aptitude, and every aptitude carried a purpose. The moment one reached for a life that was never theirs, suffering became the inevitable consequence. To reject the life fate had carved for you was to wage a battle you were never meant to win. He had believed that with unwavering certainty for as long as he could remember. More than a belief, it was the very foundation upon which he had built his life.
So why—
Why was he running?
His lungs burned as church bells echoed somewhere ahead, each toll announcing another second stolen from him. His polished shoes struck the pavement without rhythm, his coat slipping from one shoulder as he pushed harder.
He had never run without reason. Never run without certainty.
Yet here he was, sprinting toward your wedding with nothing but desperation lodged inside his chest.
Just once.
Just this once...
He wanted destiny to be wrong.
The chapel doors swung open beneath his trembling hands, the sudden intrusion silencing the room as every head turned toward him. Yours followed a heartbeat later, and the moment your eyes met his, the frantic pounding in his chest seemed to fade into nothing.
There you stood at the end of the aisle, draped in white as sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting ribbons of color across your veil until you looked almost ethereal. He had always thought you were beautiful.
Today, however, you looked devastatingly so.
"...Please."
It was barely louder than a whisper.
"I know I'm late."
The words lingered between you, fragile enough to shatter if either of you dared to breathe.
He took a hesitant step forward before stopping himself, as though crossing even that small distance required more courage than he had ever summoned on any football pitch. A faint smile found his lips, apologetic and painfully resigned.
"I've spent my entire life believing that destiny is absolute. I told myself every person is born with an aptitude, a place only they were meant to occupy, and that happiness belongs only to those who accept it. I believed that so completely that I convinced myself I could bury whatever this was between us—that if you were never meant to be mine, then all I had to do was surrender to fate."
He lowered his gaze for a moment, letting out a quiet laugh that sounded far more like grief than amusement.
"But no matter how many times I searched for the beginning, I could never find it. I cannot remember the hour, the place, the conversation, or even the look that condemned me to loving you. Somewhere between ordinary days and forgettable moments, my world quietly rearranged itself around you before I ever realized it was happening."
When he looked back at you, there was no certainty left in his eyes; only a tenderness he had spent years trying to hide.
"You have become the first thought that greets me before consciousness does. You are the last prayer I whisper before sleep, the silence I search for in crowded rooms, the home I never knew I was looking for. I kept waiting for time to return me to reason, believing this feeling would eventually surrender to logic. Instead, every passing day only taught me how impossible life becomes without you in it."
His voice caught, the next words leaving him softer than the last.
"You once asked me if I believed destiny could ever be wrong. I told you no."
A bittersweet smile crossed his face.
"I lied. Because if destiny truly intended for me to spend a lifetime watching another man hold the woman I have loved more deeply than my own future... then destiny is the only thing I have ever wished to defeat."
He swallowed against the ache in his throat.
"I would abandon every philosophy I've ever lived by for the chance to spend one ordinary life beside you. I would trade every victory, every World Cup, every dream I've chased since I was a child, if it meant waking beside you and calling that life enough."
You smiled.
It was the same smile he had spent years convincing himself he had imagined, gentle enough to quiet every fear he had ever carried, tender enough to make him believe that perhaps, just this once, destiny had chosen mercy over reason.
Your hand found his, warm and impossibly familiar, your fingers curling around his as though they had always belonged there.
For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight pressing against his chest eased.
Then the church bells rang.
Their chime rolled through the air, once... then again... then a third time, each toll growing louder until it drowned out the sound of his own heartbeat.
Vivien Hugo blinked.
The warmth vanished, and your hand was gone. The chapel doors had never opened.
His own hand remained suspended inches from the polished brass handle, trembling so violently he could scarcely keep it raised. Beyond the heavy wooden doors came muffled applause, followed by laughter and the distant swell of congratulations.
The ceremony was over.
It had always been.
For a long while, he stood there without moving, listening to the celebration he had spent the entire morning pretending he was brave enough to interrupt. Then slowly, he lowered his hand.
Perhaps...Destiny had never been wrong. And only his heart had been foolish enough to hope otherwise.
He placed the neatly wrapped wedding gift beside the chapel doors, smoothing the ribbon one last time before turning away.
He did not look back.
Because he knew that if he looked at you even once more, he might finally become the kind of man who challenged fate.
But courage had found him only after destiny had already taken you away.
Hello it is me...the anon who could feel her period coming. I'm so sorry for putting a curse on user kuonglazer. I think I just transferred my period to them because I still haven't had it🫣 what should I name the baby?
Woow youre giving me the honour of naming your child?? tysm 🥹 well...i think teddy is a really cute name for a boy ☺️ what do you reckon? ☺️
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starring — Vivien Hugo, Shidou Ryusei, Godwin Kuso, Michael Kaiser, Julien Loki, Bunny Iglesias, Alexis Ness
content + warnings — smau. crack. very suggestive. mentions of sex. fem reader implied in most of them. probably ooc cus i made this only for fun. — bllk! boys send you a video of them hip thrusting your weight while at the gym
an — i did this half asleep (plus im nawt english) so if you see any mistakes, dont mention it........ty....
r/aita for saying my girlfriend gained weight u/saeitoshi10
current conflict: my girlfriend is super sensitive — beyond what i expected. i feel like a total failure because of it.
solution: ask this subreddit on their thoughts of the situation, may receive feedback worthy enough to enact on
situation at display: my girlfriend is more sensitive than i thought. it was a couple days ago, i had just come back from a trip out of the country for my career. my girlfriend is completely aware of how career-oriented i am, so the distances are well managed. i admire her for that.
though, upon getting back, i noticed she just looked a bit different. it was a one-off comment; an observation. no insulting, no belittling … so how could she get so mad that she started yelling at me? i kept my composure, as an adult would, and told her to relax. and yet, still, it didn’t prove any effect.
i am just utterly confused and honestly drained from this. it’s not something i want to put energy into. i just have to know, am i really as bad as my girlfriend is making me seem?
| u/bumblingbachirahehe: my mom ALWAYS told me that doing something like this is something only idiots do! 😅😀 maybe apologize? suck up your pride! yta! 🙂
| u/NOTrinitoshi: remember when u got caught watching footballer buttcheek jiggle compilations on the family computer
| u/karasu.endsu: this is reddit why’s this written like a lab report and why is no one questioning it at all?!
| u/teddyknightnotbear: i mean innit love im british or whatever ive only been in 2 chapters of the manga
> u/Chris.Princeisonline: Teeeddyy what’d I tell you about not breaking the fourth wall! 😅
| u/aikugota.snakeinhispants: DUDE NOOOOOO u do not bring up weight around ppl YTA that’s crossing a line
| u/sheloves_sendou: give me your girlfriend
| u/themichaelkaiser: Fact #5 about women — their opinions carry zero rationality. Find out more on tonight’s episode of my podcast “The Blue Rose Blooms Again”.
> u/poof!itsness: YAY kaiser we love you <333 everyone tune in!!
> u/cheetahprint..chigiri: bitch no
| u/isagiyoi.11: No. This is awful. Villainy . . . please apologize to her. YTA.
| u/shidouisdeepinside: well i mean u guys are basically broken up now so how abt u answer that dm i just slid u? 😏
| u/NOTrinitoshi: YTA YTA YTA YTA YTA DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE END UR LIFE
> u/itzcharleschevy: im ctfu
| u/xnagisei: nta i think
> u/reoreoreo03: NAGII howd the FaZe Clan audition go
> u/xnagisei: gud
> u/reoreoreo03: im so happy youre branching out<3 remember to come to the field at 4:00 !
> u/xnagisei: 👍
> u/saeitoshi10: ? my comments arent a private chat. i need answers.
| u/julianloki.therealest: bruh i mean ur obv the asshole but i am very intrigued by u 🤔 youre quite the specimen
> u/itzcharleschevy: julz why u texting like that
> u/julianloki.therealest: hugo’s rubbing off on me 😞
| u/iggybunny: lmfao wait that’s ur girlfriend? she’s with me rn. we’re reading this together. 😭🤣 yta btw
as much as i really do hate that cunt teddy there is prob going to be a great switch up and people will love him
this literally happened to bunny and hugo when they were first introduced
like the amount of hugo and bunny hate i saw when they were first introduced was crazy 😭😭 the fandom is prob going to do this with ever remaining new gen that gets released :/
YOU GUYS BETTER NAWT SWITCH UP ON TEDDY BRO 😭 i know some of you are weak in the knees so STAND UP 😾🤬🤬 Im already seeing people call him cute!!! you guys need to focus!! this mercury retrograde is making you all act crazy!!!
and ive been loyal to bunny from the start actually. I NEVER HATED on him and the moment i laid eyes on him, i was like "yeah...thats my mannnn"🥹 im never going to switch up on him cus im loyal🙂↕️🫶🏾 (unless hugo is involved.)
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⟢ ABSTRACT ˘ Hugo knows for sure that moving to England and meeting you was fated. There’s no doubt in his mind that you and him are meant to be this lifetime…there's just one small issue. Neither of you speak the other’s language.
. ⟢CONTENT + WARNINGS — fluff. no major warnings. dialogue in italics = french. its implied that reader has lived in the uk most of their life. (reader doest have to be british tho). not proofread!! ˘ WC 1.2k
. ⟢ AN ˘ this was requested!
Hugo arrived in England from France about two months and a half ago.
After his most recent transfer to Arsenal, he was quick to move into his new apartment in London, which although not fully furnished, already felt like home to him.
Within the first week of his move, he was pretty familiar with his neighbourhood.
And by that he means he only knew where his local M&S and gym were, but that was pretty much all he needed anyways. Hugo also got friendly with some of the fellow residents in his floor and they all seemed to thankfully take a liking to him even though they haven’t shared much words, but overall it’s safe to say he has been adapting to his new way of life fairly well and that everything was going rather smoothly.
That was until he met you, of course.
You were the last neighbour he met, yet left the biggest impression so far. He can vividly remember the day of your first interaction like it was two months ago…because it was, in fact, two months ago, but anyways.
He was busy preparing his dinner when he heard someone at the door. On any other occasion, he probably would’ve ignored the sound of his bell ringing since he wasn’t expecting anyone to come that night, and he barely knew anyone in the country back then. But the continuous sound of the doorbell ringing got very annoying very fast, so he found himself with no option but to see who was on the other side.
While he was ready to deal with some annoying door-to-door salesman trying to sell him rubbish, he was met with the sight of you instead. You were still in what he could guess were your work clothes, and your exhaustion was clear as day to anyone who took a single look at you, yet you were still making an effort to be courteous and smile at him.
“Good evening,” you said, and suddenly anything around Hugo became background noise. Even the sound of his kettle boiling was muffled by the sound of your voice, and the annoyance he felt earlier was gone. “I’m really sorry to disturb you. But I got a message saying a package meant for me was delivered here earlier. Do you have it by any chance?”
Hugo barely registered anything you said to him.
Maybe because you had to be the most beautiful person his eyes have ever been graced with and he couldn’t help but be completely entranced by the mere sight of you…and by the natural melody in your voice…
Or maybe because he didn’t understand shit of what you said.
He understood two words, “Sorry.” and “evening”. That was it.
All the rest sounded like gibberish.
And poor you kept on talking while he just stared at you like a dog trying to understand what their owner was saying. All that was left for him to do at that point was tilt his head sideways in confusion to completely embody a lost puppy. “You know what, nevermind. It must’ve been a mistake—”
But just as you were about to make your walk of shame back to your apartment, Hugo spoke for the first time. “Please wait.”
He didn’t mean to sound so aggressive back then. But every single fiber in his being was telling him to not let you leave so soon. “I’m sorry, what did you say…?”
His brain must’ve short circuited or something, because he couldn’t remember for the life of him what word he wanted to use that moment. All the hours he spent learning English felt like a huge waste of time. “ Tsk…shit, what's the word again.”
“Oh wait! Is that french?” The way his eyes lit up and how quick he nodded back was comical enough for you to forget how tired you were from work and let out a laugh. “Ah I see, It’s a shame I didn’t do that well in my french gcse…Would’ve come in handy now, wouldn’t it?”
“So you understand me?” The look in your face was enough for an answer.
“Look…how do I explain this… I came here to get a delivery. A package.” you gesticulated in hopes of making it more understandable, but if anyone had walked in back then, they’d probably think you were both weirdos trying to communicate with each other. “You know, a box…Boxe?” Is that how you say it?”
“Boxe? As in boxing...? You want to fight me?”
“I have a feeling I said something wrong…”
It took a good ten minutes for you to finally understand each other and for you to walk away with your delivery.
In those ten minutes, he managed to learn your name, as you still recalled the bare minimum from your French lessons back in year seven, and that you lived in the apartment down the hall.
He found it kind of weird that they’d leave your package to him instead of handing it to the concierge or the person next door to you.
But If fate led that box to his apartment, who is he to question it, right?
Hugo tried to brush off that awkward encounter as a one time incident.
However, when every single one of your packages and letters are constantly being delivered to his apartment instead of yours, he doesn’t know if he can pinpoint this to simply the postman’s incompetence.
‘Perhaps this is a sign…’ he thought.
After all, nothing happens by chance in this life. No other person is more aware of that fact than Hugo.
He knows that there’s a meaning behind all actions taken by the universe, so there was only one plausible reason as to why it kept on pushing you two together, even at the most random occasions.
Why it kept on blessing him with your presence on his doorstep every other day, and with the rich sound of your laughter when one of you makes yet another dumb mistake in the other’s language. Or why it made sure that whenever he goes out for a run or shopping, you happen to be there too — He recalls how in one of the many random encounters you’ve had at the supermarket, you caught him struggling to speak with one of the shop workers and quickly came to his rescue. That display of your kindness has stuck to him till this day — and Hugo feels like an absolute idiot for not putting all the pieces together much sooner!
You and Hugo were meant to meet each other.
That’s why his choices in life brought him to England of all places. That’s why your packages kept on being sent to his home for weeks and why, besides the language barrier, talking to you feels so easy. So natural.
And now that Hugo has finally come to this realisation, he’s being consumed by this newfound ardor to unravel what destiny had stored for you and him — starting with the first mission. Master the English language as soon as possible.
suggestive content in bold. angst/sensitive content in italics. * is over 1k words.
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ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 ****replied to your story
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ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ random headcanons of him as your brother ⨾ random headcanons of them in school ⨾ charles falls in love for the first time!
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 demon child series; ptI, ptII ,ptIII
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ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ random headcanons of them in school ⨾ bllk boys with a shy gf
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@┆ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰʟɪɴᴇ.
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ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 husband noel texts! pt II ⨾ ****replied to your story ptIII
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ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ random headcanons of them in school
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 ****replied to your text II ⨾ she's busy rn!
@┆ʀᴇᴏ ᴍɪᴋᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰʟɪɴᴇ.
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ reo proposes to you! ⨾ random headcanons of them in school
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 ****replied to your story
@┆ʀɪɴ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰʟɪɴᴇ.
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ taking rin to meet your parents ⨾ older brother rin + sae texts ⨾ younger brother rin + sae texts ⨾ sae + rin with a younger sibling headcanons
@┆ʀʏᴜꜱᴇɪ ꜱʜɪᴅᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ!
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★random headcanons of them in school ⨾ he poses naked for a magazine cover ⨾ bllk boys with a shy gf
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 i like him, i like you too ⨾ older brother ryusei texts ⨾ she's busy rn!
@┆sᴇɴᴅᴏᴜ sʜᴜᴛᴏ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ!
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 ****replied to your story ptIII
@┆sʜᴏᴇɪ ʙᴀʀᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰʟɪɴᴇ.
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 ****replied to your story ptIII
@┆ꜱᴀᴇ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰʟɪɴᴇ.
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ *other side of the game ⨾ sae + rin with a younger sibling headcanons ⨾ sae goes to the beach with his family ⨾ bllk boys with a shy gf
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 i like him, i like you too ⨾ ****replied to your story ptIII ⨾ older brother rin + sae texts ⨾ younger brother rin + sae texts ⨾ she's busy rn! ⨾ bratty!reader textsꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ☆ scorsese baby daddy
@┆ᴛᴀʙɪᴛᴏ ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰʟɪɴᴇ.
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ random headcanons of him as your brother
@┆ᴠɪᴠɪᴇɴ ʜᴜɢᴏ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰʟɪɴᴇ.
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ l'amour avec toi ⨾ so clueless I ⨾ hugo loves pda ⨾ waiting for hugo at the airport ⨾ random headcanons of him as your brother ⨾ asking him to choke you with his bicep ⨾ hugo and his chaotic partner ⨾ bllk boys with a shy gf ⨾ your son inherited is daddy's clinginess ⨾ hugo's pick eater son likes avocados?!
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 texts with crush hugo; ptI, ptII ⨾ bratty!reader texts ⨾ best friend's brother! hugo
@┆ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ.
isagi with an idol!sister headcanons
⋮ ⌗ ∞┆ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ★ random headcanons of him as your brother (chigiri, hugo, charles, kaiser, karasu) ⨾ random headcanons of them in school (reo, nagi, loki, charles, otoya, shidou) ⨾ bllk boys with a shy gf (sae, bunny, loki, hugo, shidou)
ꜱᴍᴀᴜ 💬 ****replied to your story ⨾ ****replied to your text II ⨾ ****replied to your story ptIII ⨾ she's busy rn! ⨾ bratty!reader texts
This evening was meant to be a tranquil one for you. It was Sunday and you didn’t have much to do, and since your son was playing outside with Julien, you got to start this book you’ve been wanting to read for a while. You even lit up a few candles and everything to set up the mood, and for the first thirty minutes, you were engrossed in the story. But when you saw your four year old son walk into your living room with a very displeased face, you immediately shifted your attention from the book to him.
“[S/N], what’s up with the sad face?” he didn’t answer, instead he climbed on the couch and laid next to you, clearly seeking comfort from whatever turmoil he was dealing with at the moment. "Weren't you playing with daddy outside?”
“I don’t wanna play with daddy anymore…he sucks.”
“He sucks?” You were expecting him to say anything but that. There isn't a person who venerates Julien more than your son does, so hearing him say that is out of the ordinary. “Why do you say that?”
The only response he gives you is a grumble that is barely above a whisper. You should’ve been expecting from the start, taking in consideration that he’s not the most talkative when moody.
“Fine…i’ll go speak to him. Stay here.” You kiss him on the forehead, before leaving him to sulk by himself on the couch so you can go look for the culprit of his current distress.
Which didn’t take too long as you’ve quickly bumped into the corridor connected to the entrance. “Hey, you! where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m looking for [S/N], where is he?”
“He’s in the living room and he’s also mad at you apparently.” The man in front of you sighs at your answer. “You didn’t happen to make him angry on purpose, did you?”
“I haven’t done anything,” you’re not buying it and he can tell. “He’s throwing a tantrum cus he can’t win against me in a 1v1.”
Ah, now it all makes sense.
That kid’s competitive nature is really starting to become an issue at this point and you don’t know what to do about it anymore.
If he’s not the best at whatever he’s doing or game he’s playing he genuinely can’t take it. The amount of times his pre-school teacher has told you he refused to play with his friends during break time after losing one game is very worrisome.“And why can’t you just let him win at least once…”
“Because I think it’s important he learns life is not fair early.” Yeah, that is an important life lesson and you know it, but surely there’s a better way of teaching a child something like that. “Also, it's a good thing he’s frustrated right now. Shows that he cares.”
“I think we’re just raising a sore loser, Julien…and that’s not good, is it.”
“I don’t see what’s wrong with being a little competitive?”
Of course he doesn’t…
an — this is a little short...and i can feel writers block slowly taking over me...help </3
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This evening was meant to be a tranquil one for you. It was Sunday and you didn’t have much to do, and since your son was playing outside with Julien, you got to start this book you’ve been wanting to read for a while. You even lit up a few candles and everything to set up the mood, and for the first thirty minutes, you were engrossed in the story. But when you saw your four year old son walk into your living room with a very displeased face, you immediately shifted your attention from the book to him.
“[S/N], what’s up with the sad face?” he didn’t answer, instead he climbed on the couch and laid next to you, clearly seeking comfort from whatever turmoil he was dealing with at the moment. "Weren't you playing with daddy outside?”
“I don’t wanna play with daddy anymore…he sucks.”
“He sucks?” You were expecting him to say anything but that. There isn't a person who venerates Julien more than your son does, so hearing him say that is out of the ordinary. “Why do you say that?”
The only response he gives you is a grumble that is barely above a whisper. You should’ve been expecting from the start, taking in consideration that he’s not the most talkative when moody.
“Fine…i’ll go speak to him. Stay here.” You kiss him on the forehead, before leaving him to sulk by himself on the couch so you can go look for the culprit of his current distress.
Which didn’t take too long as you’ve quickly bumped into the corridor connected to the entrance. “Hey, you! where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m looking for [S/N], where is he?”
“He’s in the living room and he’s also mad at you apparently.” The man in front of you sighs at your answer. “You didn’t happen to make him angry on purpose, did you?”
“I haven’t done anything,” you’re not buying it and he can tell. “He’s throwing a tantrum cus he can’t win against me in a 1v1.”
Ah, now it all makes sense.
That kid’s competitive nature is really starting to become an issue at this point and you don’t know what to do about it anymore.
If he’s not the best at whatever he’s doing or game he’s playing he genuinely can’t take it. The amount of times his pre-school teacher has told you he refused to play with his friends during break time after losing one game is very worrisome.“And why can’t you just let him win at least once…”
“Because I think it’s important he learns life is not fair early.” Yeah, that is an important life lesson and you know it, but surely there’s a better way of teaching a child something like that. “Also, it's a good thing he’s frustrated right now. Shows that he cares.”
“I think we’re just raising a sore loser, Julien…and that’s not good, is it.”
“I don’t see what’s wrong with being a little competitive?”
Of course he doesn’t…
an — this is a little short...and i can feel writers block slowly taking over me...help </3