(this is the second time I do this, so if you've seen the first one, no you haven't)
hello, welcome to my blog!! my name is Norette. I'm an 18 y/o fanfic writer (mostly for the Blue Lock community, but I'm more than open to trying more fandoms!). requests are open!! :D
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Thinking about Hugoloki. About Julien not being around one day because of one reason or another, so the team manages to convince Hugo to hang out with them. The conversation starts out normal enough but quickly turns to the topic of love. They all turn to Hugo, the second best player on their team, he gotta have girls crawling all over him right? But he doesn’t know what they're talking about. “I’ve never been in love,” he says. There wasn’t space for that in his dream, but his teammates don’t believe him. They question him about it, you’ve never had someone who makes you feel butterflies in your stomach? Never had someone you dream about constantly, even when you're awake? Never had someone who you try to remember everything about? Never had anyone who makes your day better every time you see them?
The more they talk the more Hugo starts thinking. Love… he doesn't think he's ever experienced it before. But he thinks to himself that if he ever was in love, he would be able to recognize it. Because it sounds just like the way he feels about Julian.
conteary to popular belief i think loki is a pretty direct person. if he's feeling lonely, he'd tug on your sleeves or spam calls you until you pick up and go, "please pay attention to me."
being in a relationship with Vivian Hugo as his teammate
warnings: reader replaces loki (idek how it happened). no smut this time, just relationship headcanons
a/n: made with amab reader in mind, but it can be read as any gender. this is different from the wlw version because I put more thought into it and wanted to stick to the canon. also, I’m really confused whether it’s “Vivien” or “Vivian” so ig I’ll follow the bllk wiki 😭
before dating him:
★ Vivian fell in love with you at first introduction. there was a certain arrogance to you, the way you said you would be the best striker in the world and win the world cup, that really just made the gears of his mind race. in that moment, he knew you were his destiny, and that he must help you achieve your goals as your second best!
★ one day, you were just a rookie, and now his eyes follow you everywhere. always subconsciously looking for you every time he steps into the field.
★ Vivian might have the looks for it, but he’s awful at flirting. and the self-awareness got so bad, that he asked other players and his sister for help to gain your heart. least to say, whatever plans he had never worked, and he was met with the nastiest side-eye from you
★ the only time he has game is when he makes demands or observations under the pretence of “football” and “making you the best striker.” he tells you, “come train,” because he wants to spend time with you. he says, “you’re late,” because he counted the minutes until he could see you again!
★ actions mean more to him than words. obliviousness might’ve blinded you of his advances, but they were always there, no matter what. he’d sit next to you always, as close as it was socially acceptable. he’d gently hold your sleeve when walking through a crowded space so he wouldn’t lose you. he’d always respond to your side-hugs with an arm around your waist, while he was the opposite with others, maybe even a bit nonchalant.
★ Vivian notices everything about you. how you do your hair after a match, how your body moves during training, how different your laughter is depending on who you are with, what your favorite food is, that little involuntary thing you do when you’re stressed. everything, really
★ he doesn’t get mad when people insult your skills, because he’s the only one who truly knows your abilities like the back of his hand
dating him:
★ much like the apartment, you guys also share the same morning routine. running by his side in the park had become a must!
★ at some point, silence becomes comfort. you do your thing, while he sits next to you, blank book in his hand. none of you speak because you know you don’t have to. in this relationship, you don’t have to prove anything
★ Vivian adores your hoodies, so he steals them. you’d always find him rummaging through your part of the closet, not even asking you if it was okay, before slipping a hoodie of yours on his lean, athletic body. then you find yourself stealing one of his.
★ he becomes a lot needier now that you’re official. you can’t even sleep peacefully without his body basically on top of yours, wrapped around you like a koala. during training, he’s always stuck by your side no matter how many times the coach yells at him
★ you guys listen to music from the same earphones! Vivian loves learning about you, so he always asks you to put whatever you want
★ getting in a relationship with him means seeing his playful side a lot more.
★ he’s quietly possessive of you. the moment you are done with another player, he slips by your side and stays there until your mind is full of him
★ he intends to fix your clothes every chance he gets.
★ if you’re injured, Vivian becomes insufferable. he never leaves your side, always demands that “you must rest,” or “don’t move,” or if you try to do something independently, he flicks your forehead and says, “I’ll do it for you,” because that’s why he’s there.
★ if you guys are in public, he always covers your faces with his blank book before kissing you.
★ his kisses are gentle, unhurried, and careful, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of your love!
thank you sm for reading! all comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated! norette OUT
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Hii sooo you said in your introduction that you write alot of blue lock (especially hugo) so I was wondering if you could make a fanfic about Vivian Hugo x Charles older sister
Where he ses her for the first time because she's at a game or something and he falls in love and loki and charles notice and doesn't like the idea of hugo liking his sister but after seeing her a few times her and there he get the courage to ask her but (with the help of loki ofc) but he fumbles but she findes it cute and they go out and charles is not happy.
So.....do you think you can do it my little 67,muffin,busscuit,cupcake,dot cake,matcha latte,dubai chocolate labubu?
ofc my anonymous, pookie bear, velvet cupcake with a cherry on top friend, I'd be more than happy to do it! it'll just take a bit because I have other stuff to write, but I'll get to you as well, don't worry
omg hi! im here for a request for Karasu 👀 can you write karasu with a male reader who is shorter than him and he always jabs at him (reader need to tiptoe to kiss him) and Karasu lovesss picking him up randomly for fun tysm!!! ❤️
yk what, hell yeah i can write that. but it will just take me a bit because I'm not that familiar with Karasu lmfao 😭🙏
── you tell your boyfriend not to mark up your neck!
suggestive. interact at your own risk. includes (slight) dry humping & biting
starring: vivian hugo, teddy knight & michael kaiser
boyfriend! hugo who tries to listen but ends up losing control without realising.
“mhh— vivi..” you stifle a moan, shifting slightly on his lap in the backseat of his car. you laid your head on his shoulder, facing his neck while he ravaged yours. “not too high up—“
but your words were blurred into hugo’s ears. far too distracted to even bother. his hands firmly held your hips down, trying to reduce the constant movement and grinding against his hard. however you were much more persistent, trying to
after the both of you were done and back in your bedrooms did he realise how ruined your neck was. but it was too late.
“sorry cheri.. got carried away again..” he mumbled into your neck, hugging your waist.
boyfriend! teddy who is very aware of your words but couldn’t care less to listen.
your wrists were bounded by a neat light blue ribbon, your arms rested on teddy’s shoulders. meanwhile, teddy was comfortably holding you by the waist, slotted in between your thighs that wrapped around his hips.
“teddy—” his lips pressed against your neck, bruises from weeks before that were in the process of healing were marked again. teddy deliberately licking the same spot again, knowing you could feel the heat of his tongue tracing your neck.
despite your attempt in trying to stay quiet, you whimpered— giving him exactly what he wanted. he gave your waist quick squeeze before reaching for another mark below your jaw.
before he headed out for training the next day, he tossed you a bag full of designer clothes, most of them having turtlenecks high enough to cover his traces.
boyfriend! kaiser who just makes things worse, showing no remorse for his actions.
“kaiser you—!” without much time to react, your back was slammed against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist in support. in retort, you pulled his hair hard.
he hissed, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. he sunk into your neck and bit down hard. you flinch and whine, that was his que to let go and swallow your noises with a kiss. you could feel him niping at your lips— asking to be let in.
he only moved back to your neck once you were out of breath. not even turtlenecks will be saving you from this one.
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tags: gn reader, fluff, whipped Hugo, mutual pining, idiots in love, reader and Hugo are both undercover freaks, yearning, reaaaally awkward and cringe, suggestive at the end! not proofread
Author's notes: wanted to write for toooooo long guys I'm drooling over this man. gulp... we love nerd Hugo. If u like this fic you're def gonna like the next one I wrote🤭
“It’s a script of our destinies. I’m just writing what we’re meant to be.”
“Sooo... a fanfic?”
“Yes.”
Hugo’s eyes were burning, already reddish from staring on the bright screen of his laptop; back was hunched in such a concerning curve; knuckles cracking for the nth time in the evening.
And now his gaze pierced holes in the document, thinking how to go from one scene to another.
“I’m stuck,” he admitted in defeat before slumping on the couch.
“You should take a break,” Loki looked at his friend with concern, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, or you’ll get the ao3 curse!” Charles chimed in with a giggle.
“I won’t post it on ao3–– wait, how do you know about ao3?!”
It was supposed to be a chill evening, hanging out at Vivien’s, had it not been Vivien himself turning everyone in his business (they should've known better than interrogate him in the first place).
He was... an interesting case. Being able to go on long rants about his “one and only” but refusing to do straight action, he made sure to annoy his friends enough. How could one be so straightforward about someone’s fate, yet fear to follow own?
But he was so brave in his writing...
Hugo was rushing through busy streets of Paris; hurried steps clicked against the pavement. Just another day, that seemed to prepare nothing for him. He simply basked in the beauty of this world: fresh air, rustling leaves, people that made this view so bright. Albeit he was in a hurry––how could one not be at least a bit distracted by this harmony? This absentminded atmosphere had to stop once he met a force making him stumble.
He stumbled across y/n, who was unfortunately swept off their feet, landing on the ground and scattering their pile of stuff.
“Pardon,” Vivien muttered before crouching to help them. Their hands accidentally touched which made him lift his gaze, now mesmerised by their beauty. Golden rays of sunlight cascaded an elegant shadow on their skin. Glint in the eyes tantalizing him. The same clumsy rush in their movements. Oh, they were so lovely.
“You read too much shojo manga,” Loki said and was met with glare. “By the way, did you gift y/n these matching keychains we got you from Japan?”
Silence.
“I don’t think they even know what fanfiction is,” Hugo confessed almost shyly.
“Are they basic?” Charles gasped histrionically.
The rest of the evening was spent unsuccessfully stalking your social media to find at least something remotely tied to fandoms.
Love’s a strange thing. One could stay in his room, totally lovestruck and inspired, savouring the fruits of sympathy that seemed like had no bounds. Another could go insane while sharing the same feelings.
“Hugo surely hates me!” you fell face down on the bed with a loud thud, burying your face in the pillow with exasperated groan.
Your friend choked on their drink.
“W-what made you think like that?!”
“He barely pays attention to me! Like, he’s constantly in his books or that damn laptop! And when he finally spares me a glance, he looks like–– I can’t explain it! You just must be there! Like I didn’t even do anything for him to start beating this keyboard!!!”
Your friend patted your back sympathetically, desperately trying to come up with something and stifling a giggle.
“You don’t get it.” You got sour. “We don’t even fit each other... he looks so fancy, serious, and smart, and I’m just...” you glanced at the opened ao3 page on your computer before blurting out, “you know.”
Vivien’s main curse as a writer was miscommunication trope.
The sea shore mirthful as e’er flicked and changed its shape under the playful flow of waves rushing and pulling away, so inconsistent in its nature. Y/n stood out of the horizon as a lone pawn of destiny, only the strands of their hair weaved in the breeze. What were they supposed to do? Where would this road lead them?
Hugo was almost kicking his feet under the desk, the image of you made him feel all giddy inside, like you were here with him. Though, you lingered near him, chatting with his teammates, which made him steal some glances from time to time, sighing melancholically. Yeah, he promised to actually make a move, but—
You looked back at him! What should he do?!
He immediately closed the cursed tab, made his trademark nonchalant expression even if all his thoughts squealed.
You glanced at his monitor and immediately turned away, before long you excused yourself and went away.
“Strange...” Vivien came back to the matter of the heart only to see the bright text on the search page.
How to deal with stab wounds
His research for shuake fic…
“Fuck...”
Needless to say, you almost shat your pants.
“If there’s a screen, ao3 will be seen.”
“Hugo, for the love of God, don’t encourage this behaviour”
A self-ordering kiosk in the crowded cafe was now showing a randomly opened fanfic, all thanks to Chevalier’s restless hands (as long as he promised to change it back). It was so unserious, even Loki couldn't stay serious and scold him (which is why he decided to go to the employee and order like a normal person).
So, these two stayed alone.
“Look, Hugo, it’s one of your fics!” Charles tapped at the name of the work, glanced behind and blurted out, “Y/n is coming!!”
“Where??” Vivien turned back and noticed your silhouette emerging at the entrance. “Charles–– wait”
Yet Charles disappeared out of the vicinity of the kiosk. The same kiosk you seemed to approach.
Hugo looked around in panic––there was a free kiosk in the right! He swiftly stepped aside, put a serious facade, and acted like nothing happened.
You walked over to the kiosk completely oblivious before you realised that there wasn’t familiar menu.
“I didn’t know it was updated,” you muttered to yourself about the updated menu chapter index! Though, you had to take an order, so you skimmed over the other free terminals... and there all were busy, including the one in the right. “Oh, hi, Hugo”
“Y/n,” he greeted you, and then had the nerve to use his acting skills and ask in such sincere confusion at the sight he was impartially guilty of, “do you need help?”
Help with fanfiction or order, you wanted to ask but prevented yourself from making such a joke because you believed his act––what would he think of you if he found out you’re into this? So, you wore the same mask of bewilderment and said,
“My terminal is malfunctioning...” you turned to the kiosk and mumbled “to yourself” something like, “What is this...” while hiding the fact that you were eagerly rereading the updatedtags.
So, as a proper gentleman, Hugo stepped in.
Right behind you, dangerously close, almost breathing in your neck, enveloping you in his warmth as he reached for the screen; though, what was really malfunctioning was your hammeringheart.
It was so intimate.
You’d love to pretend a little longer, pretend that you weren't interested in this, pretend that it's okay to stand that close, roleplay this quiet love.
Oh, how Vivien wanted to…
Lean on the terminal in front of him, slide another arm around their waist till there's no inch of not feeling each other, of not drowning in each other. Don’t resist this urge to nuzzle in their hair, inhaling guiding odour like memorising it. Startle and fluster––do everything but let them be his. And then have the nerve to, if not devour the ear shell in such sensual proximity, whisper teasingly, “Up to a little reading session, mon chou?”
But he wasn't suave enough. Plus, he was in public.
In fact, his fingers, now sweaty and clumsy, accidentally slipped.
1-20 of 284,714 Works in Mutual Pining. How ironic.
“Oops.”
Mistake was felt like it electrocuted him.
Hugo grew to abhor himself in record time.
And your shy lack of commentary didn’t help much, in fact, it made him antsy and certain that you were “the normal one.”
To be fair, you didn't even want to question if he knew what he was doing. As long as it lasted.
As long as he acted so confident about something he didn’t even give a clue.
“The case is much harder than I thought.” He bluntly gave up under his smart facade. “Let's just call staff”
Why did he step in then??? Not that you didn’t like that––
“Oh, okay...”
You reluctantly parted, trying to shake off the dusty fluster of your faces but keeping zoning out to replay whatever happened in your heads, until employee’s irritated voice returned you back to reality.
“You think it's very funny to do for the nth time?”
Now it was embarrassing to stay in the cafe (and in each other’s presence, too, thinking, “I’m too weird for them!”)
You lost all hope. This whole crush thing didn't progress even a little, to be honest, Hugo only distanced himself from you. Not that you resisted this: moreover, you understood all the “signs” and tried not to bother him.
Though, you couldn't try and not visit his practice under the excuse of meeting his teammates. Maybe it wasn't that bad, was it?
It couldn't have been worse!
Not only Vivien’s performance was worse than ever (due to his distraction sitting nearby and overruling his mind), when it ended and you were chatting with Julien, he could’ve only curtly greet you and hurry to the locker room.
Loki sighed at the sight of you watching his disappearing back (oblivious of his ears turning the same colour as his hair and of this mutual belief that you didn't like him), expression funny,akin to sad puppy’s, yet still disappointing. He had to do something.
The thought that only reinforced once he noticed his friend staring in his wallet with a mournful look.
“Is that—”
“Are you widowed?” Chevalier peeked over Hugo’s shoulder
Your photo. In his wallet.
Loki switched his gaze from the wallet to his friend sighing.
“Shhh… don't mind him he's a soldier who misses his wife.”
So now you weren't at the stands, or anywhere near the pitch, “doing work” on your laptop because ao3 was down for maintenance. And ignoring annoying messages.
Charles: HEEEYY
[missed call]
Charles: CMON ANSWER ME
Charles: y u so sour
Charles: is it hugo
You: no
Charles: yup its him
Charles: [sent 1 file] dont be sad
You: im not in the mood for your pranks rn
Charles: ITS NOT
Charles: just trust me
Curiosity took over you, and you clicked on the file attachment.
You: wtf is this
You: charles dont ignore me now
Anything was better than doing your work right now. Especially distracting yourself from your failure of a crush. And to be fair, you wouldn't find Chevalier’s work… so good?
Yes, it was unnecessarily dramatic at times and stupidly romantic. But it was so sincere, you doubted it was really written by him.
Especially when you got to the…
“Don’t you sense this, too? How everything in our life is put in order, so harmonic and beautiful. Birds are chirping and flying, blessing our ears; flowers bloom and wither; stars and other space objects follow their destined orbit, adorning our sky. Everything that follows such beauty forms our world.” Hugo reached out to hold their hands with reverence, “And I’ll be a fool if I don’t try and follow this flimsy but vivid feeling from above and from my ever-beating heart. I love you, and if I’m not fated to have your love, at least you’re fated and allowed to get every bit of me till there’s nothing left from the prodigy you’ve known.”
“I wish he loved me like that,” you almost sniffled.
As silly as it sounded, you were fully engrossed in reading this gem (to the point where you completely lost the flow of time) until you felt scorching breath on your neck, heavy hand on your shoulder, and notorious voice.
“What are you reading?”
Fuck.
Your heart hammered like crazy, cheeks started to heat up with shame. You slowly turned your head and unfortunately, your suspicions came true.
It was Vivien. With no sense of privacy.
You leapt out of the seat to face him and hide the embarrassingly bright monitor behind your back. However, maybe it wasn’t the best decision as you were practically trapped between Hugo and the table.
“I’m s-sorry! I-I swear it’s not mine!!” you started desperately apologising and excusing yourself, already making peace with the fact that you were doomed.
But he stayed unfazed. Not a muscle twitched, let alone his gaze didn’t yield nor looked away, which not only intensified your excuses and made you feel all tingly. Because he knew it wasn’tyou. But how could he admit that it was his?! So, he decided to do the safest choice.
“And who else could write that if not you?”
Turn the tables.
To be fair, there was something cute in the way you got nervous and flustered, all from his actions alone. It only spurred the urge to grab your cheeks, kiss you senseless––
“Charles! H-he sent me this!” your trembling figure attempted to turn around and reach for the mouse behind you before you were impeded: Hugo put his palms on the desk behind you, “accidentally” sliding his arms along the sides of your waist. Simply put, he successfully seized you.
It was kind of hot––you mean, how could he?! Your dignity and this whole crush thing were on stake!
“Charles? Have you seen the way he does his English homework?” He didn't relent.
In fact, he leaned dangerously closer, not twitching a muscle on his face, as if on purpose.
“He probably used chatgpt or something!” you blurted out, knees about to give up from this proximity. It was so humiliating. “I beg you, Vivien, please, believe me...”
You made peace with everything: he was about to laugh in your face, tell his teammates about it, or in the best case, find you weird and never talk again. But still, it hurt to realise that. Stupid Charles...
“Fine”
“S-seriously?!”
“But only if you answer me honestly,” he made a dramatic pause to keep you antsy and let the words set in. “Did you really like reading this?”
Pause.
There was no point in lying (not that you could), now that you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. He could already figure it out.
“Y-yes... I mean, it’s w-well written and––”
“Good.” He interrupted you, sliding his hand over yours gripping the table. “Because I wrote it.”
You were silent, trying to find an ounce of joke in his words. But when you found none... the truth settled in. Your crush... was writing fanfic about you and him?
“H-Hugo, you sick bastard!” You swatted him on the shoulder, sighing in relief yet still nervous in the aftermath. “I was about to cry that you’ll make fun of me for the rest of my life!”
It was cruel to play with your heart like that!
“Hey... I thought the same about writing it,” he confessed sheepishly, finger on your hand trailing light patterns.
“Really?” You looked up at him, and he blushed (not that you were any better, trembling and stuttering like that).
He nodded. “I didn’t know you were into... fanfiction in the first place.” He trailed off, “So, as my apology, I want you to add a little bit of touch to my work…”
And now was the time to pull his trick.
With newfound confidence, Vivien seized you by your waist until your bodies were pressed flush against each other, until you could feel every muscle of his wide frame. His other hand, once resting over yours, sensually and slowly trailed a path up your arm to cup your face with newfound confidence, making sure to leave shivers. All at his mercy, flustered, not knowing where to put your fidgety hands, and probably lightheaded—gladly, he’d hold and support you till you’re a numb sack, overflowing with feelings. He tilted your head, forced your gazes to meet, and whispered in your ear, voice dropping an octave,
“So tell me, please, are you submissive, mon chou?”
Better than any fanfic.
phew I'm tired and I have exam tomorrow in the early morning but now it's like middle of the night and I haven't even taken shower wish me luckkkkk
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warnings: made with afab reader in mind. Hugo is named Vivienne here. some NSFW scenarios, cunnilingus, bondage, skin marking, mentions of pussy, breasts, and overall nakedness. overall, just normal scenarios
a/n: decided to try a new format 🙏 the gorgeous fem hugo fanart is not mine!! credits: @vellistq on Twitter/X
★ being with Vivienne means moving in with her a day after confessing to one another, because you both were certain it was the right decision
★ being with Vivienne means being showered with French terms of endearment, ranging from “mon amor” and “ma chérie” to “ma belle” and “ma femme” (she especially loves calling you her wife)
★ being with Vivienne means going on park, cafe, and library dates, where you spend most of your time sitting close to each other and enjoying each other’s presence
★ (NSFW) being with Vivienne means making you sit on her face, tongue lapping over your glistening, pulsating pussy, hands gripping your thighs until her knuckles turned white, trying not to cum in her panties from the sheer sound of your praises or the feeling of your nails scratching her scalp!
★ being with Vivienne means having to listen to her yap about destiny, the errors other players have made during matches that she noticed, and how she will make Loki the best striker in the world by being her number 2, while all you wanted to do was sleep
★ being with Vivienne means attempting (and failing miserably) to make eclairs, only to end up with them oozing with cream or with the shells burnt!
★ being with Vivienne means her noticing you in the stands each time, no matter how intense the game is or where you stand. her eyes will always automatically find yours, every time
★ (NSFW) being with Vivienne means tying her wrists to the bed after a successful match and covering her body in lip marks of your favorite lip gloss/lipstick, hickeys, and gentle bites to celebrate her victory!
★ being with Vivienne means doing her makeup for her before going out! you’re the only one allowed to mess with her eyelashes. plus, she adores the way you look, all concentrated
★ being with Vivienne means resting your hand under her tank top, over her gorgeous breast, while watching movies
★ being with Vivienne means receiving full body mirror selfies from her while she’s training (you asked her to)
★ (NSFW) being with Vivienne means being the only one who gets to see her all flustered and desperate, strong thighs trembling, chest heaving, dark eyes watching you with need, mascara running down to her flushed cheeks, lipstick smudged! all devoted to you
★ being with Vivienne means waking up after a heated night with her naked body pressed tightly against yours, toned arms wrapped around your waist, legs thrown over yours, practically suffocating you
★ being with Vivienne means a fixed future where she puts a ring on it! you are her destiny, after all
thank you sm for reading! all likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated! okay, Norette OUT
pairings: hugo x gn! reader ft. his older sister, charles, loki
synopsis: hugo is certain, absolutely and resolutely, that you’re fated to be his. you, on the other hand, don’t share the same sentiments. his attempts to rizz you up, however, seem to convince you otherwise.
contents and warnings: hugo is whipped for you, again, comedy and chaos, fluff, hugo wants your creamy éclair bad and not the ones you find at the patisserie </3, hugo is just honestly a mess, performative hugo, slightly suggestive at the end, Hugo sibling dynamic, Charles and Loki and Hugo interaction, running gag that hugo's teammates think he has a gf besides that it’s gender-neutral, reader is lwk a tsun tsun but then also not...
word count: 4.5k
a/n: after many requests, part two of fictional crush is FINALLY out!!! i gen was so excited to write pathetic hugo bc what is the point of a man if he’s not pathetic, hehe, yesterday i had a dream that i sumbitted my essay 5 mins late and it still haunts me, ALSO SUPER HAPPY HUGO INFORMATION DROPPED OUT IN TIME FOR THIS AHAHHHH, apologies for all the typos… ill fix them when I get the chance, anyway, happy reading <3
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"Marry me."
He shamelessly grabbed your hands over the counter and encased them in his much larger ones. Lashes fluttering with desperation, he pleaded for you to return his love.
"Uh…. WHAT?!"
You blinked, once, and then twice. Even a third time in bewilder as he remained eerily calm, not at all bothered with what had just come out of his mouth.
A deafening silence ensued right after his sudden marriage proposal, the welcomed peace helping you slowly process the warmth of his hands that held yours with ardent determination.
"Marry me, as in—" He tried to repeat his request only to be hurriedly shut down by your growing embarrassment.
"Yes." You interrupted him with a quick nod, only to backtrack immediately when he perked up excitedly at your misleading response. "No— I mean, yes as in I heard what you said, so no need to explain…"
"Ah." His shoulders sagged with the slightest bit of disappointment at the misinterpretation before looking back at you with an expectant gaze. "So then your answer is—?"
"Um— well," you floundered about with jitter under his pointed stare, still in a state of disbelief at his earlier question.
There was no way he said that, right?
You were just hearing things, weren't you?
How could a random man, extremely handsome to boot, with the prettiest and longest lashes you've ever seen, possibly be asking, or rather demanding, that you marry him?
Yeah, there was just no way—
"It's because I didn't go down on one knee when I proposed, right?"
His voice, smooth and adorned with soft charm, effectively snapped you out of your raging thoughts.
"Huh?" A noise of puzzlement left you in tandem at his strange question.
And it wasn't until you felt yourself be pulled forward, arm stretching uncomfortably towards him as your body bent awkwardly over the counter separating you both that you finally understood what he meant.
"Would you please," dropping down on one knee before you, he held your hand with pious gentleness and lifted his reverent gaze up to meets yours.
An aura of flowers and everything nice bloomed around him as he batted his unfairly long lashes at you — the sight resembling a shy maiden professing her undying love to her longtime crush.
"Would you please grant me the great honour of marrying you?"
"…."
"Please." He added sweetly, following his marriage proposal with a chaste kiss over your knuckles.
WHAT??????
Collective gasps of shock resounded from your growing audience, both amused and mortified at his abrupt display of love. You bristled with discomfort at the numerous stares pinning down on the two of you with unconcealed intrigue.
Shit, shit! SHIT!
"Did you see that?! He just proposed!" A woman turned to her friend with a hand clasped over her mouth to restrain her squeal of unbridled excitement.
"Eeeek! Oh my God!" The friend replied with equal amounts of enthusiam, pulling out her phone to record the romantic moment. "Need to take a picture of this!!"
"What a brazen young man! Haha!" An older man swiped the bottom of his nose with fatherly pride. "Balls made of steel, I tell ya!"
No— no! Please don't entertain this!!!
Your desperate wishes went cruelly ignored by the higher being responsible for this absolute nonsense.
"Well?" He tilted his head to side with the patience of a saint, the length of his pink-toned red hair falling softly from the movement.
"It's a no." You answered him through clenched teeth as your muscles twitched with embarrassment.
"Wait, what—" He blinked incredulously, taken aback by your abrupt refusal. "Is it because I don't have a ring— shit, I knew I should've brought one—"
"No!" You declined with fluster, unable to meet the crumbling expression you were sure he would be sporting at your rejection.
"But—"
"No..! Please, just— no…" You stumbled on your words, head hanging low with shame as your ears flushed with heat from the gathered crowd's disapproving looks.
The aura of flowers surrounding him dropped comically, only to be replaced with the suffocating air of his despair.
"But you and I are- we are—"
"Please leave." You muttered curtly, eyes scrunching shut with mild disgust as you continued to avoid his longing gaze.
"…."
And just like that, in an instance, the warmth encasing your hands were no longer there. In its place, the ghost of his touch lingered with a strange, melancholic buzz.
Well, that's that I guess…
Somehow, him backing off that quickly felt a little… anticlimactic?
No, this is what I wanted—!
"Eeep!"
Thoughts cut short, you yelped abruptly when something tugged hard at your arm, the noise of your surprise, shrill and full of fright.
Gaze flying on instinct to identify the suspect, your eyes widened with comical disbelief at the sight of your bangles snagging on the loose thread of his long sleeved sweater — the scene straight out of a Bollywood film!
Oh no—! Heaven forbid!
One look at this and any delusional person would think that this was something pulled out of a romcom! A sign of fate!
Fate's cruel mockery towards you if you had anything to say about it!
"Oh."
Shit.
You begrudgingly lifted your head to meet his equally surprised stare, buckets of sweat accumulating all over you as you mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit he was going to spout at you now.
"It's almost like…" his words trailed of dreamily as his eyes glowed with what you could only perceive as dim-witted delusion. "We are fated to—"
"Not another word." You spat distastefully, watching with mild relief as his posture drooped with sadness, the sight of him sulking unbelievably pitiful.
"Oh…"
Despite being freakishly tall and the definition of a giant, he became so small when his shoulders curled in on themselves at your cruel rejection.
It was almost… cute.
Pathetically so.
"Hugo?"
No response followed Charles' call, not a hum of acknowledgment nor a slight nudge of his head, absolutely nothing.
Charles carefully took in the pitiful disposition of his teammate: a hunched back, an expression that looked visibly constipated, and a stormy cloud that seemed to permanently follow him since he came into practice today.
It didn't take a complete genius to figure out what kind of dilemma the usually 'cool' and 'nonchalant' midfielder was going through.
Biting back a cheeky grin, Charles suavely took a seat next to sulking boy, the twinkle of mischief bright and ever glowing in his eyes as he tried to appear discreet.
"Did your girlfriend break up with you or something?"
It was just supposed to be a taunt.
A little joke to lighten up his dampened mood.
What Charles didn't account for, however, was Hugo's brusque honesty.
"Yeah… something like that."
Even when he mumbled those words, quiet and destitute of soul, Charles, along with every other player in the training room, could hear him loud and clear.
Their reaction was immediate, gasps of shock and whispers of condolences for both this mysterious girlfriend and Hugo alike resounding with fervour.
"What?! Hugo's chick broke up with him?!"
"The prettiest boy in all of France?!"
"Well… when you think about his extremely high standards, it's a surprise she didn't break up with sooner…"
"He must be heartbroken…."
"Well, clearly. Just look at the state of him…"
And if Hugo's pitiful behaviour wasn't jaw dropping enough, his next words, chocked with an uncharacteristic sob, broke them all.
"I proposed and got rejected…"
Everybody watched with horror, as tears of sorrow comically poured down the six foot one athlete's face following his admission to a failed confession.
"Oh my God! He's crying! He's actually crying! Someone film this for later!"
"Shit! He can be an asshole at times with his blunt nature, but it breaks my heart to see him cry like that!"
"Don't cry Vivian! There's more sea in the fish!"
"You dumbass! It's more fish in the sea!"
"Oh— is it?"
Amidst the hoots and hollers of the hoodlums around him, Loki, the only one mature despite his young age, approached the midfielder with a consoling smile.
The forward placed a comforting hand over his hunched shoulder and plopped down on the other, unoccupied seat beside Hugo.
"If it isn't fate, then you will both go your separate ways."
Then, with a firm pat to his back, not enough to hurt but enough to snap him back to his senses, Loki gave him words of his unparalleled wisdom.
"And if it is fate, then you will both come together again."
Hugo finally looked up to meet the steady gaze of his captain, comical tears welling up in his usually blank eyes as he took in Loki's air of brilliance. "J-Julian—!"
"Eugh— don't get your snot on me!"
"Heh heh heh! And I have just the thing to make you get her back!" Wrapping his arm around the broad-shouldered athlete, Charles added on with an impish grin.
Hugo's gaze dropped from Loki to the article opened on Charles' phone, the title read: 'wikiHow: Effective Expert-Backed Ways To Rizz Up Your Crush'.
With a phledgmy sniff, he cast Charles a glance that reeked of dubiety. "You really, sniff, you really think I can do this?"
"Well, of course!" Charles was quick to shoot down Hugo's worries, completely ignoring the doubtful look Loki threw at him. "And now, all that's left is courage!"
Hugo nearly cried a river at Charles's clever use of Cyborg 009's best line.
He decided, then and there, that letting their support go to waste was not an option.
"You're here… again."
"Uh— yeah."
Hugo bristled under your cold tone and icy glare, the courage he'd been building up for this exact moment fleeing at the mere sight of your sublime beauty.
Play it cool! Cool! Just like wikiHow said to!
Steeling his resolve once more, his fists clenched tight beside him, a gesture he became accustomed to at the thought of speaking with you — his long time crush.
"What do you want?" Brows furrowed, you cut to the chase.
"To— I mean, an éclair, the chocolate ones. Please." Hugo stumbled on his words, everything that he had mentally planned to say nowhere to be found in the turmoil of his mind.
You eyed him dubiously before backing down when he showed no signs of doing anything stupid again. "Sure…"
"Thank you…"
"Hm," you softened slightly, tense shoulders easing as your guard dropped following his rather docile approach. "Anything else?"
Apologise! Quick! Be normal and then ask for a second chance!
"Uh-! Truthfully, I came here to actually apologise!"
You blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sudden outburst.
For a moment, he was doing so well, acting normal and calm, but now, he wants to remind you of your past horrors?
"Ah, um—" You quickly shrunk under the pressure of his hopeful eyes, praying that no one would be paying attention to your strange interaction. "I have work right now, I can't—"
"I can wait." He urged with what looked to be a pout, his expression the perfect mirror of kicked puppy's. "I don't mind waiting… if- if you don't mind that is…"
"…."
Curse you and your inability to refuse that stupidly pathetic expression of his.
Stupid man and his stupid expression!
Despite your doubts, however, he really did wait for you to finish your shift.
What was once the early hours of the morning was now the late hours of the afternoon.
"So? You wanted to say something?" You pulled the chair across from him and promptly sat down whilst carefully pushing the plate of today's unsold éclairs closer towards him.
He visibly brightened at your kind gesture, the sight of his delight tugging at your heartstrings.
Damn it! Stupid man…
Muttering a grateful thanks, he turned to meet you head one, his gaze unbelievably earnest.
Keep eye contact, remain steady, and now, all that's left is courage!
"I want to apologise for that day— I was too forward and made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, truly."
You watched him for a moment, the way he twiddled with his thumbs nervously and the way his head hung low with remorse. "Well, as long as you know that…"
"You forgive me?!" He nearly jumped out of his seat from excitement, the tuffs of his hair bouncing in tandem at your forgiveness.
"I suppose…" You immediately regretted your words as you watched a guileful glint form in his dark eyes.
"Then, if— if I may be so shameless, ahem, can we start over again? Please."
For goodness sake! How the hell were you supposed to remain stone cold when his eyes were glittering with so much hope?!
And that pathetic 'please' he just had to add right at the end?!
This stupid man knows what he's doing!
"Eugh— fine…" Begrudgingly, you huffed out your compliance as your ears tinged with heat.
"I'm Vivian Hugo, by the way." He introduced with buzzing enthusiasm, holding his hand out for you to shake.
"Y/n…" You stared at him for moment before accepting his outstretched hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Y/n."
"You too..."
"…."
"Um, are you going to let go?"
"Ah- yes!"
You regretted bringing it up seeing as how he immediately let go of your hand, the warmth of him fading away too quickly for your liking.
An awkward bout of silence ensued following your introductions.
"So," gathering courage, he stuffed a whole éclair into his mouth and blurted out his next thoughts. "What's ywor fwavourite fwood?"
"Uh… I don't have a favourite food in general, but I do like chocolate." You cringed as he spoke with a full mouth, not missing the way his gaze lingered on your hands.
Gulping down dramatically, he continued the conversation. "I like éclairs."
"I… I can see that."
Another bout of awkward silence followed his poor skills of conversing.
"So, Y/n." He started off again, tone trailing off with something that smelled of trouble.
"Hm?"
"What's your type in men?"
"…."
You stood up from the chair, any pity you had left for him now no longer existent. “Get out.”
"What—"
"Out."
"But— I want to adjust my character to match your type so that we can marry—!"
"Now."
"Okay…"
That specific tip from wikiHow did NOT work as planned.
Fuck.
But fortunately for Hugo and unfortunately for you, wikiHow didn't just have one piece of advice regarding the courtship of a crush, but multiple.
If asking you what your type was and becoming said type was out of the question, then it was time to spoil you with gifts.
Clothes, jewellery, hell, even books with actual writing. Hugo didn't know of the word stingy when it came to spending a fortune on you— his self-proclaimed soulmate.
The extra modelling gigs he picked up to fund your presents showed in the many billboards across the streets of France with his face plastered on.
For fuck's sake!
He even agreed to eat avocado for some promotional ad a famous restaurant had to offer him!
Avocado!
That awfully mushy and grass tasting fruit! The thing that felt like it's been eaten, swallowed and puked right back out!
But despite trying to woo you over with his financial assets, you remained unyielding, showing no signs of returning his feelings! If anything, you seemed even more cross with him!
So if monetary means had no affect on you, then surely a couple of sweet words would convince you otherwise, right?
Wrong.
He was wrong.
So wrong it now looked like you no longer wanted anything to do with him — not like you wanted anything to do with him to begin with, but still!
Apparently trying to serenade you with an off tune guitar, a red rose between his teeth whilst monotonously reciting ancient idioms — "your beauty makes the birds fall and the fish drown, hides the moon and shames the flower" — was not the way to go when trying to win over your crush's affection!
It was just— all so fucking hopeless!
So hopeless, that he was actively seeking out the advice of his big sister! The one person he would rather die then swallow his pride for and ask for help.
"What do you want now?" Her tone was disgruntled, sleep etched onto each syllable as she lay on her bed, drenched with fatigue.
"…." He didn't answer her straight away, instead, he chose to linger in her room whilst examining every little trinket she owned, a habit he didn't think he would ever grow out of.
"Vivi?"
"Hm," he finally turned to face her, expression schooled into one of apathy despite the countless worries raging inside of him.
"Ew, you're quiet for once." She muttered, rubbing the sleep off of her eyes as she continued scrolling on her phone. "It's creeping me out."
Give it to his big sister to immediately notice that there was something wrong with him.
And rather than responding to her insult with one of his own, he began flexing his muscles in front of the large mirror across the room before asking her a question that would most definitely send her over the edge.
"Are you still bitchless?"
"What." Her voice was sharp, edged with veiled threat.
"I asked if you're still—"
"You bastard!" Enraged, she wasted no time throwing a cheetah printed pillow in his direction.
Unfortunately for her, however, Hugo was an athlete with incredible reaction time. Evading an airborne object like that was a piece of cake.
"Pfft— missed."
"Ugh! A muscled meathead like you isn't a lady's man anyway!"
"What are you talking about?" He questioned her sarcastically, one arm going around her neck in a painless headlock as the other one went to scruff her reddish toned hair.
"A respectful man who is honest gets the lady's going! That's not— ugh," she tried to push him off of her, something that would've been easier when they were younger, only to huff with defeat when her efforts were in vein. "Get off of me!"
"I'm honest though."
"But you're not respectful!" She pinched the flesh of his arm and then pointed at him to prove her point. "Look at you! Disrespecting your big sister when I was the one who saved you from having to eat the avacados you wouldn't eat when you were younger."
"…." His grip around her weakened as he mulled over her words.
"Plus, you're such a pathetic guy. Simping over that fictional character, yuck."
A respectful man, was it…?
Hugo had inkling of what that could be, perhaps he should change his approach to wooing you altogether.
"Ah-! Vivian, close the door on your way— VIVIAN! I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!"
Something… was wrong.
Something was terribly wrong.
You were convinced, with absolute certainty, that the current Vivian Hugo was a fake, a clone— a fucking skin walker!
Because out of simply nowhere, he changed.
Gone was the pathetically yearning Hugo who showered you in endless affection, the man who tried serenading you by reciting ancient idioms at seven in the fucking morning, the same man who kept the bakery afloat by buying the whole stock of éclairs!
That man— the man you once knew was no more, and now, was replaced with the persona of despicable nonchalance, a stupid tote bag, the bakery's horrible matcha, and that jarringly irritating book he never seemed to be able to put down!
Fuck, as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him— ardently so.
Putting on the best smile you had in you, pearly whites framed with soft lips, your gaze settled on him intensely.
"Do you want to try the new pistachio and dark chocolate filled éclair—?"
"No, I'd like the matcha."
"…."
Matcha? MATCHA???? Seriously?! The same matcha that was ranked the worst here out of all Parisian bakeries?!
What was wrong with him?!
You were butthurt, he never ordered anymore of the éclairs anymore! They were your speciality, something you took great pride in baking! And he was just refusing to have them so he could have the fucking matcha instead?!
"Are you sure you want to have the matcha?" You whispered whilst covering the side of your mouth, voice dropping an octave as you shared the bakery's hushed secret. "I really wouldn't recommend it, pretty sure that stuff is low-grade—"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"…oh, um… okay."
Yeah, his newfound nonchalance towards you really fucking hurt.
"I'll be with you shortly…"
"Yeah, thanks."
Thanks? Thanks— THAT'S IT???
He used to say thank you whilst holding your hands and gazing up at you like you hung the stars high up in the sky! What the hell was up with these short and curt answers?!
Had you done something to hurt him? Was that why he was suddenly quiet around you?
If that was the case, then you ought to apologise to him!
Turning to face one of your colleagues, you clasped your hands together and gave her your best puppy eyes — hoping the pitiful sight would urge her to keep an eye out on the counter in your stead.
And just as you prayed, she returned the gesture with an encouraging smirk and a thumbs up.
How could she refuse if it meant getting back their generously loyal customer?
With a plate full of éclairs and a racing heart, you made your merry way over to the far table Hugo was sitting at.
"Vivian?" You called out softly, voice smooth and mellifluous. "Can I sit here?"
It took him a good while for him to respond, and when he did, curtly and dismissively, still not looking up from the book that had him rapt with attention, you resisted the urge to curse the living shit out of him out.
"…Sure."
"Thanks— thank you." You plopped down on the chair in front of him, heart hammering from your growing anxiety. "Here, by the way."
He looked up for a brief moment, eyes following the plate of éclairs you kindly decided to give him before they fell back on that stupid book.
"…Thanks."
"Of course…" Your words trailed off pitifully as you watched his attention return to the book of your nightmares.
One moment you were the centre of his attention, the sole being he focused on. And now, because you were too embarrassed to return his affection, you were fighting against a no-named book for first place in the category of his attention.
It was so pathetic.
"You've always got your nose buried in that book," you started off with a casual drawl, hoping he would take the hint and began his usual yapping of its content.
But contrary to your wishes, he played the fool and didn't bother expanding, choosing to fill his mouth with one of the éclairs, something that seemed to do it for you.
"Hmph." Huffing, you turned your head to avoid his gaze as your ears flushed with heat from his lack of interest. "Should've been buried between my legs instead…"
"…Huh, what—"
Now, he decides to finally look up.
"What." You cast him a sideway glance, chin resting on your palm as you guarded his frazzled appearance with a glare.
"Uh- um nothing…" He shook his head with a stammer, quickly returning back to that stupid fucking book again.
Just what the hell was he reading so intently?
"…You reading porn or what?" You sneered, expression contorting with disgust at the implication.
"No…" His response was hesitant and filled with suspiciousness.
"You totally are!" You argued with certainty in your tone as you pointed at him accusingly.
"I'm not, I swear—" Holding the book close to his chest, he tried to keep it out of your reach.
"Let me see then!" You leaned over the table, closing the distance between the two of you as you reached for the book.
"No, wait— Y/n, don't-"
Fuck, how was he supposed to keep the book away from you when you were so damn close to his proximity?!
"I got it! Huh—?" Your victory cheer was cut unfairly short when you opened the book, confusion growing tenfold as you began to peruse its contents. "What's this? An empty book?"
"…." Hugo's shoulders sagged with mortified defeat as you flicked through each page with puzzlement written all over your face.
"You've been reading an empty book this whole time?!"
"I- uh, yeah…"
"What— why?!"
Now, you were angry. Had you seriously been competing with nothing for his attention?
"Well— you, you make me nervous, and I—I uh, um… I can dialogue with myself and uh… organise my thoughts when I look at blank pages— I don't want to look like a fool in front of you, yeah…"
"…." You watched him twiddle his thumbs and fix his collar with disbelief.
Oh.
Oh.
So that's why he seemed to be constantly looking down at the book before responding to you. He was… a nervous wreck the whole time in your presence…!
The realisation sent a crawl of excitement down your spine, urging your gaze to trace his lovely expression: flushed pink cheeks, dilated eyes and fluttering lashes — all telling signs of his growing fluster.
You would be a fool to let this chance go to waste!
"Vivian," you called out tentatively, stretching each syllable with beguiled intent.
"Y-yeah?"
"You’ve got some chocolate here." Eyes curving with mischief, you gestured to the corner of his lips where some chocolate ganache remained.
Rubbing at the spot furiously, he turned to face you again for approval. "Is it gone—?"
You didn't answer him, instead, you took the initiative for the first time.
Using one hand to push back his hand that remained close to his mouth, you used your other hand to swipe away the residue chocolate.
Your thumb dragged across his bottom lip at an agonisingly slow pace, the touch sending heat across his ears and dying their pale colour a pretty pink.
Gaze fixed solely on him, you watched with enamour as his breath hitched from fluster.
"There. All gone, Vivian."
Falling back onto your seat with a huff, you brought your thumb over to your mouth, and without breaking eye contact, you licked away at the remaining ganache.
"…." His eyes could only widen at your lewd display of affection.
There was no way you just did that, right?
Did that mean that you were also into—
"What? I told you I liked chocolate, didn't I? Did you forget already—"
Hugo, for the life of him, couldn't hold it back anymore.
With absolutely no warning, he smashed his head right onto the plate before him. The untouched éclairs flattened under the force of his swinging head as the plate shattered with a sickening crack.
"Vivian?! Are you— oh my God- are you okay?!"
Fuck, and now you were all concerned for him. Did you seriously intend to short-circuit him with your worry?
Lifting his head up to meet your solicitous expression, he shakily pointed to the ganache smeared all over his face.
"Y-you missed a spot, Y/n…"
"Vivian!" You shrieked as your trembling hands cupped his face. "You're bleeding out your nose and your first thought is for me to— to, you stupid man!"
"Don't worry…" he sighed blissfully, leaning into the warmth of your hands, a sensation he'd desperately craved for. "I'm just… hah- really excited, papillon."
The blood dribbling down his nose wasn't the only place where hot blood was rushing south.
"You'll- you'll fix this issue for me, yeah? Please, pretty."
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also, this is just me rambling, but once during french lesson, @vampy11x (or someone else i cant remember) was asked by our teacher how to say 'i'm excited' in french and she said 'je suis excité' and our teacher lost it bc that's how u say ur horny in french 😂😂😂
and if you haven't read it yet, i say read mr. velcro man as part three for this
