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“Viv?” the man in question looks up from his book, shifting his attention to you fully.
“Yes, Angel?” The book is set aside on the couch where Vivien was sitting, wearing a white sleeveless shirt that grants you the blissful view of his strong, toned arms.
Even though your ac was turned on, it didn’t do much to cool you two down. The summer clothes you stored at the back of your shared closet had to be taken out at this time of crisis. It should’ve been the end of your predicament right there, but now, alongside having to deal with the heat emanating from outside the comfort of your apartment, you also had to deal with fervor flooding your body.
The moment Vivien switched to the piece of clothing he’s sporting now you knew you were in trouble.
He’s definitely put on more muscle these past few months, that new bulking diet of his has really worked wonders for him it seems, and it’s also unleashed a feral being within you that you were unaware of.
And that feral being has its eyes on the unsuspecting prey peaking from his spot on the sofa.
“What are you up to?” a meaningless, throwaway question. Used as an excuse to spark any type of interaction so he doesn’t suspect your real intention so soon.
“I thought I was meant to keep my distance from you,” he said, still sounding slightly dejected about you rejecting his previous advantages. Yet when you take a spot next to him on the couch, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, dangerously close to where you really want it to be.
“You complained about me being sticky earlier.” You did. But that was before, now the idea of having his sweaty arms squishing your face doesn’t have such a bad ring to it anymore. “What made you change your mind?”
“Hm, nothing…I just wanna be close to you, big guy.” The tinge of red on his cheeks tells you he liked the sound of that stupid nickname — he’s such a dork sometimes, but that makes you like him even more, for some reason. “You really put on some good muscle recently, haven’t you?”
“...Do you like it?”
“I love it actually, especially your arms,” you’re not even bothering to pretend you’re not ogling him anymore. “So much so that I kinda want you to use them on me…”
He’s visibly puzzled for a split second, but once he catches onto the way you're looking at him, the pieces start to come together in his head. “And in what way exactly would you like me to use them, mon cœur?”
“Ugh I don’t know, maybe… I want you to choke me Vivien.”
“Is that so?” you nod and without an ounce of hesitation, Hugo complies.
The arm once rested on your shoulder is circling your neck, not tight enough to restrict airflow of course, but snug enough to rip a whimper from your throat. “You’re genuinely enjoying this?” your giggles were enough for him to get the memo.
And Vivien’s growing tent is enough for you to know he’s enjoying this too.
an — i wrote this w one hand in my drawls and in 1hr so its not the best but whatever who cares
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SYPNOSIS / series of text messages with your very strange destiny loving boyfriend. CONTENT / gn!reader, the french is google translated.., ignore timestamps, mild language. part one.
Idk if you've answered this b4 but wht happened to ur old acc (kisskisslucky)??
it was a side blog for my og og account esotericmav but i never used esotericmav to write and it annoyed me so i deleted it (also i tried logging in with my icloud once and it didnt work) cause i wanted to have one big main account where i’d post both sfw and nsfw. it was such a stupid reason tbh but ion curr cause i prefer this account🥹🥹
synopsis: hugo is a cunning bastard, using any means necessary to fuel his sexual fantasies. this time, he somehow ropes you into spitting in his mouth.
contents and warnings: hugo is so fucking weird in this... idk what the hell he's doing, downbad hugo, pathetic hugo, hugo is whipped for you, dom reader, sub hugo lwk but then also not bc he takes charge? very suggestive, making out, hugo is a starved man, hugo has a boner and is blue balled sorry. ALSO !! CRINGE ASF TITLE !! BUT IDK WHAT ELSE TOPUT !!
word count: 2k
a/n: must i repeat myself, !! CRINGE TITLE !! also this is possible bc @stmlucky wanted them aggressively making out, so here it is... like months later... i hope its aggressive enough... i was lwk getting embarrassed but everybody thank my twin sis right now, i was so concerned writing this... bunny fic coming out tmr hopefully !! ENJOY READING!! sorry that it's short... more pathetic hugo incoming...! also uhhhh idk if i should tag... also not proofread bc my head hurts anddddd this is so corny to read
a/n 2: part one and part two ??? idk u dont have to read but real ones already have 🥱🥱🥱
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Vivien Hugo was a scheming little bastard; a sick fuck who got anything he wanted from you through underhanded means.
And right now, well, right now he wanted you to spit in his mouth.
He could care less if it was dirty or crude like everyone whined about it being, he just wanted you to spit in his mouth, sticky and wet and rough— Hugo wanted it bad.
Like reaaally bad.
Which was why, he'd been hunched over his desk with his infamous 'self-reading' book, concocting the most heinous and morally reprehensible plan known to man — one that certainly would put the devil's wits to shame with its wickedness — and all this meticulous and diligent effort just because he wanted you to slob all over him.
Of course, it went without having to say that you, cute and oblivious, would be none the wiser to his beguiled intentions.
And that was perfect.
It was just so perfect that you were the sweet soul you were, with the gentlest and most compassionate heart to boot, because that just meant he could easily achieve his goal.
Fuck, Hugo knew it was cruel to take advantage of your selfless kindness. But God— he was a man, every man had to take care of his selfish desires once in a while, right?
There was nothing inherently wrong with somebody fulfilling their sexual fantasies, right?
"Vivien…" Your voice stretched painfully, thin with feeble urgency. "Would you please, at the very least, look my way?"
You've been at this for a long while now, trying to catch his otherwise easily obtainable attention. Though, unfortunately, your great efforts to give him his evening dose of medication has been futile— in complete and utter vain.
"Please…?"
Alas, even when you begged so desperately and ardently for his regard, tone trembling with defeat and heartbreak, Hugo seemed adamant on refusing to meet your gaze, his back turned to you as he lay on your shared bed in deep need of 'rest' to improve his feverish health.
"My love..? Sweet angel?" You called out sweetly, hope hanging on by a thin thread as you tried to peek over his shoulder to get a sight of his concealed expression. "Vivi..?"
But again, he merely returned your concern with deafening silence, a noise that had your stomach lurch in itself.
"Have I…" Your hand hovered unsurely over him, before landing softly on his arm with the weight of a feather. "Have I done something to hurt you…?"
Oh, if only you knew the effect your words had on him right now.
It took every fucking cell in his body not to fold under your calls, and it took an even greater amount of self control to physically hold himself back from pulling you into his proximity. You were just so fucking adorable, weren't you? Trying to manipulate him with your sweet little words.
But Hugo needed to remain steadfast on his goal, there were greater benefits he could reap if he just remained patient and focused—
"If you don't drink the medicine, you— you're going to be even more ill, y'know?!"
And look at you now, trying to take charge despite the worried tremble in your voice. Once he got to you spit in his mouth, Hugo promised to return the favour tenfold.
"Don't want it…" He rasped, voice dry from having forced himself to scream earlier in the day so he could appear ill in front of you.
See, the thing with Hugo was that he was always thorough whenever he wanted something. It was a bad habit he had, because what fool intentionally let themselves be drenched in the rain to catch a fever just so they could be pampered with the warmth of their lover?
Only down-bad Mr. Hugo apparently.
"Why?" Despite your praise-worthy patience, your frustrations were beginning to bleed through your countenance.
And whilst other men would've seen this as a bothersome trait for their lover to have, Hugo could only clench his toes with unbridled excitement for what was to come.
"Cuz it tastes baaaad." He whined monotonously, making sure to drawl out each word like Charles did to Loki whenever he wanted to get out of training. It always ended with the former getting his ass handed to him by the latter, and smitten old Hugo wanted exactly that from you.
"Because it tastes bad?" Your eye twitched, clearly unamused with his petulant antics. "Vivien, stop being childish and just drink it already. Here."
"Nope." He made sure to pop the 'p' whilst refusing you with a boyish head-shake.
"Vivien." You called, voice clipped with poorly concealed irritation.
"Did you not hear me?" He retorted with sass, not particularly looking for an answer from you but rather a reaction. "I said I didn't want it."
"Please don't make this harder than it needs to be—"
"Don't. Want. It." He cut you off, enunciating each word with jarring impertinence.
Any moment now, and you were sure to lose it.
"…."
Silence ensued following his snarky comment, and Hugo wondered if he dug deep enough with his childish behaviour. But with the way you remained unmoving behind him, the weight of your hand on his arm faint in its presence, maybe that wasn't the case..?
"Vivien." You spat coldly, his name falling out of your mouth with veiled threat.
The sound was almost music to his ears, sending a kaleidoscopes of butterflies to his stomach and spiking his adrenaline into a frenzy of anticipation.
You spared no further moment, roughly grabbing his arm to pull him towards you and onto his back. He let out a noise of surprise from the sudden movement, but other than that, remained pathetically plaint as you threw a leg over his torso to trap him in place.
Then, with aggression you never knew existed within you, you forced his arms down onto the mattress and out of the way whilst the other hand held a spoon with the godforsaken medicine he refused to consume. You tried to nudge the spoon towards his mouth, but much to your dismay, he bit his lips shut to prevent you from succeeding.
"Open your fucking mouth."
Hugo damn nearly came in his pants from your sudden assertion, your furrowed expression not helping his growing situation.
"Tch—" you tutted under your breath, irate clawing up your throat when he remained unaffected with your imperative. "I said, open."
Bringing the spoon to your mouth, you quickly pouched a spoonful of the bitter medicine, before throwing the utensil across the room to God-knows-where. Not that you cared— not when you were too busy using your free hand to squeeze his cheeks together and forcibly pry his tight-lipped mouth open.
If he wouldn't consume the medicine like a normal person would, then you simply had no choice but to administer the panacea through unorthodox means.
And clearly, he wasn't against the idea, seeing as how he eagerly lifted his head up to meet your lips halfway.
You were mildly surprised with his abrupt compliance, but ultimately chose not to dwell on the thought for too long. Feeding him the medicine — forcibly and through mouth to mouth contact — took precedence over anything else.
Shutting your eyes close, you pushed the liquid you'd been pouching into his mouth, an action only possible with the way he hallowed his cheeks and very greedily welcomed the invasion of your tongue.
Finally, you got him to take the fucking medicine.
But before you could even revel in the joy of your success, Hugo's arm, now free from the confines of your hand, snaked around your waist and pulled you back into his proximity, a preventative measure prohibiting you from escape.
His hand wandered with intrigue over the arch of your waist, teasing the hemline of your shorts and lingering on the swell of your ass, before it quickly fell victim to innate desire and grabbed a handful of it. The action pulled a muffled yelp out of you, one that was happily swallowed by the man beneath you who groped at the flesh of your ass with fervour.
Hugo sucked on your tongue, ardent and desperate, his lust-glazed eyes growing half-lidded and hazy with twisted pleasure as he took in your contorting expression.
"Vivi, wait-! ngh—!"
You tried pull away, but Hugo chased after your retreating figure like a man possessed. And he was— Hugo could admit, without any shame or embarrassment, that he was hopelessly infatuated with you.
Ears flushing a pretty shade of red comparable to his hair, his hand wandered again, this time going beneath your shirt and tracing the dip of your spine whilst the other clamped around your neck to push you further down onto him.
You would've thought he was trying to fuse the two of you together, and maybe he was with how he was unwilling to detach himself from your lips.
"Mhm—!"
Whilst he would've loved to hear every bit of what your pleasure-induced self had to say, Hugo couldn't afford it this time. He didn't want you off of him, not under any circumstance. Even if it meant having to regrettably sacrifice hearing every one of your cute little mewls.
He shoved his tongue down your wet cavern, and with it, came the bitter taste of medicine. It was then, at that exact moment, that you realised what he was trying doing. He'd been pouching the medicine himself, and now, was quite literally returning to you what you were previously trying to shove down his throat!
The realisation filled you with vigour, urging your hands to push against his shoulders, an attempt to create some much needed distance between the two of you. Like he'd done before, Hugo tried to pursue your fleeing figure again, his teeth softly grazing your bottom lip with reverence, a desperate plea for more, but you pulled back with a furious expression.
A thin strand of saliva lewdly connected the both of you as you landed heavily on his crotch that was now housing a very grown problem.
"Hah…" He let out a soft whimper from the jolt of pleasure the sudden force of your weight sent across his navel, his lashes fluttering shut as heat grew like fire between his legs.
You didn't let the opportunity go to waste, not when he finally had his mouth opened for you, tongue sticking out like this had been his plan from the very beginning.
And it was.
One glance at his kiss drunken eyes and you could practically read his thoughts aloud.
Spit in my mouth. Spit in my mouth, Spit in it, please. Please, spit in my mouth.
What sort of doctor would you be, refusing your patient's most ardent wishes?
A bad one.
Gathering your spit in your mouth, you grabbed his chin and angled his head towards you, paying no mind to his breathless state as you spat out the wad of medicine onto his awaiting tongue, the mixture diluted with both of your saliva— probably containing no more beneficial components now that it had been contaminated with human spit.
"Twuh!"
And you watched, a pit of delight growing within you as his face contorted with pleasure. A soft noise of bliss leaving him in tandem as he quickly swallowed the sticky mess you'd both created.
"Now I'm going to be ill because of you." You huffed, no real bite to your complaint as you brought the back of your hand to wipe your mouth clean.
"I'll just… feed you the medicine…" He let out a shaky breath, dick aching for release beneath your heat.
There was also a reason why Hugo bought this specific brand of medicine rather than the less bitter ones, so that it could only be given through special means.
"You sick fuck…"
And what of it?
Hugo always got what he wanted in the end, he was a sick bastard after all.
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SYPNOSIS / despite your messy break up between a very public relationship michael kaiser, he can’t seem to keep your name out of his mouth. CONTENT / mild language, gn!reader, implied cheating, kaiser gets an ice cream thrown at him, half proof read.
“well if i had to be quite frank with you, they were not the best to me, and you know that’s to say the least”
no matter where you went his voice followed. how would one even begin to describe michael kaiser . . .
his conceited nature made him believe he was the greatest thing to walk the earth since jesus himself - guess he took the meaning of his name too literally. so much for ‘god’s chosen emperor’
his carelessness and overly confident attitude had now made your life ten times harder than it should be
“please schatz, i want the whole world to know about us, about my love for you . . .”
thinking back it makes your skin crawl at the thought of his voice, it’s not like you outwardly asked for the medias attention. in fact you never asked for it at all!
you especially didn’t ask for them to rip you apart on every morning show or post-soccer interview where michael’s name was mentioned, and you definitely didn’t ask for the world to make you out as some villain while he was made to be the golden boy of germany
any chance he could get he’d take and specifically go out of his way to tare you down
what an act of love! you could swoon over it if you weren’t being followed and booed in public
it’s been probably two months since the breakup. kaiser’s still far too busy acting like a heart broken prince totally unaware of the negative affect he’s had over your life as of recent
you watch the video in your while at a mcdonalds parking lot, his irritating ass voice echoing talking about how he wish you both ended on good terms or even stayed together. what total bullshit
“if i could tell them one thing, hm thats a good question”
his face contorted into a hideous smirk, his shameless flirting with the interviewer was just embarrassing at this point
“i’d probably say, i hope your enjoying a slice of my fame schatz”
he leaned back in the couch, smug expression still plastered on his face
you could feel your blood boil. his shit had gone on for far too long, he totally knew about the paparazzi that would follow you from the moment you stepped out of your house, the ones that would yell at you asking “[name]! what do you think of kaiser’s success!?” and “is it true you cheated while with michael kaiser?!”
the cars engine rumbled below you as you drove out of the mcdonalds drive threw. a large hot fudge sundae sitting in your cupholder and one plan in mind
the bastard munchen training field wasn’t too far from you, something that you once thought was a blessing, then a curse and now a perfect way to give germany’s golden boy a cold, vanilla surprise
you drove until a large building came into view. the parking lot was partially filled. paparazzi hanging around outside waiting for the players to come out of their thursday afternoon practice
five minutes and he finally came outside, really taking his time to relish in the attention that surrounded the building. god that was always something you hated about him
you opened the car door, stepping out, then slamming it with enough force to draw the crowd’s attention to you. although your sunglasses covered your eyes, it was obvious who you were
the sundae in hand surprisingly not melted, chocolate fudge still warm
“well who do we have here”
the cocky look on his face which only made you scowl
“gotta surprise f’ya”
you walked close, digging your hand into the cardboard cup taking a fat scoop of soft serve into your hand then slapping it. hard. right into his face
you could feel like hot heat of camera flashes on you, the fudge still decently hot against your palm as well
you lifted the cup high above his head pouring the remaining ice cream all over his head
he released the loudest scream in the highest pitch you’d ever heard. if you didn’t know him you would’ve thought he hadn’t hit puberty from how high his voice was
his teammates watched, too shocked to say anything let alone do something
you wiped your hand clean on his gym bag, then turning around, but not before putting all your force into throwing the cup at his head, then getting back in your car and driving off
“i-uhm kaiser, you got..”
“i know! do something!”
by friday morning the photos of your sweet assassination were the front page and top story everywhere, some tabloids calling you outrageous while other applauded your attack on his fragile ego
by the end of the day kaiser had deactivated everyone of his public social media accounts, and made bastard munchen release a statement saying he would be on a hiatus for a short period of time
late friday evening you had unblocked his number to send one single message
‘yikes hows ur dignity kaiser? must be hard losing to me and yoichi in the same month huh’
what a shame michael kaiser is a sore loser, cause he couldn’t even reply if he wanted to - he’s far too busy trying to get all the chocolate fudge out of his hair
SYPNOSIS / rindou haitani runs the roppongi club scene, once you catch his eye your not leaving his grasp. CONTENT / 2006 timeline, making out, dry humping, mild language, afab reader, alcohol and cigarettes mentioned, both rindou and reader smoke, rin’s a bit of a loser, not proofread (no ones surprised).
the clubs packed. sweaty bodies pushing and grinding against each other as the bass pounded the walls and floor. the smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafted through the building
rindou sat in the vip, drink in hand. the rest of tenjiku were there too just doing their own thing. he remembers ran going off with some girl not long ago
maybe he’ll go and look for him so they can leave
sure he loves it, the dj’ing, the drinking, but tonight it just doesn’t feel right. theres many pretty girls who would be dying to get a chance with him, sure. but none of them keep his attention longer than a night - maybe a couple hours if they’re really unlucky
shion was talking again, god he hates when he does that and of course it has to be ten times worse when he’s drunk
rindou’s eyes travel to the level below the open booth. watching the crowd move to the music like a wave. the back of the crowd parts slightly letting someone through
he watches you move through the crowd effortlessly, your body moving to the beat of the song. you stood out amongst the crowd, like you were magnetic to him
he doesn’t know how long his eyes have been following your frame for but he couldn’t seem to get enough. rindou watched you wiggle yourself out of some creeps grasp making your way off the clubs main floor
“yo rindou! where you goin’ man?”
shions voice called out to him, drawing a few of the other tenjiku members to watch him make his way down the stairs and out of sight
“yeah great chat, love when you ignore me”
rindou’s eyes searched the people around him, feet moving down the back hallway of the club. the music isn’t as loud, like a pair of headphones is being placed over his ears
“shit…”
his eyes found you again, this time squatting against the clubs wall trying to light a cigarette. he thinks you look just as beautiful - if not more - up close
“want some help?”
his voice is rough from the alcohol, breaking you from your previous concentration. your eyes both met, and god, he thought his heart stopped for a second
“if thats ok”
your body slid up the wall, cigarette dangling between your lips. you stepped closer handing him your lighter. he stared down at the lighter for a moment
“what?”
“why’s it got a half naked anime girl on it?”
“your lighter doesn’t?”
he almost didn’t catch the sarcasm, far too busy trying to not to embarrass himself in front of you
“my friend got it for me”
he hummed in response. lighter clicking causing a glowing flame to light your face
you took a deep drag holding the smoke in before blowing it out. you offered the cigarette to rindou who gladly took it
who wouldn’t want to share one with someone as pretty as you?
“you always share your smokes with random guys?”
“jus’ the cute ones who watch me from upstairs for around thirty minutes”
rindou could feel the smoke get stuck in his lungs. he heard you softly laugh at his miserable coughing fit
rindou’s ears have gone bright red, so much for ‘not embarrassing himself’
he passed the cigarette back, watching you take another drag flicking the ash on the clubs floor. he could smell a mixture of tobacco and vodka coming from your breath, the scent swirling together with your perfume
it drew him further in, like a shark in bloody water
rindou’s eyes glanced at your lips glitter and gloss just begging for him to taste
he felt the palm of your hand on his hip, fingers slowly sliding under the fabric of his shirt. his skin burned under your touch. your eyes catch a glimpse of the tattoo running ip the side of his abdomen
“that’s s’cool”
words caught in his throat, choking on air at your compliment
“bet it hurt yeah?”
“wasn’t as bad as ‘t seems”
your lips curved upwards, body leaning in against his completely, lips speaking on his
“hm real tough guy aren’cha”
it didn’t even register in rindou’s mind that your lips were now on his. he could taste the tequila mixed with the flavour of cherry and vanilla. god it was addictive after that first taste
he felt you trying to pull away but he wouldn’t let you go. chasing after you, practically begging for more
rindou’s hands grabbed onto your waist holding you in place. his tongue darted to push your lips apart granting him access to your mouth
your arms slid to his shoulders gripping tight as you both roughly landed on the wall, your arms soon locking around his neck for more security. you felt his knee push between you legs forcing you to grind against him
both of your tongues fought each other for dominance the stimulation of your lips on his plus your core grinding on his knee felt like heaven on earth
your hips moved slow in contrast to the desperation of rindou and yours lips on one another. out of every guys you’d made out with in all the clubs you’d been too you had never had someone kiss as intense as rindou
you could hardly breath. the air in the club was thick of smoke and alcohol and someone was probably doing illicit drugs somewhere that added to the pollution around you
he didn’t seem to wanna give up. every time you tried for air he’d pull you right back in - not that you had a problem with it
hands sliding up to his hair as rindou’s tongue was sliding down your throat, spit mixing together along with your lipgloss. to him it was divine
you both parted gasping for air in the hot club. his eyes looked hazy, kinda glassed over like he was in the verge of tears. fucking hell it was hot
“why don’t we take this back to mine hm?”
he was overly breathy with his words, his breath still not caught
“what an offer, what was it?”
“rindou haitani, but i’ll take rin”
his answer was quick to please scared to run out of time with you
“how cute”
you smiled leaned in one last time lips pecking his
“see you ‘round yeah?”
eyes glancing at his lips one last time, your thumb rubbing the apple of his cheek then sliding to his back pocket of his jeans before you left
“bye rinnie”
he doesn’t know whether it’s the alcohol catching up to him or what, but he was having crazy heart palpitations. digging his hand into his back pocket while the other smoothed through his hair, spit and your gloss still stuck to his lips
now with a new found obsession and a phone number to go with it
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this is so fucking disgusting. rin would never do this btw
guys please report and block this person. this behavior is absolutely gross and disgusting. it's so gross to think that this person thinks it's okay to write this type of stuff.
they write all sorts of stuff of bllk characters raping, abusing, drugging, etc. the reader. i usually try to mind my business when it comes to dark content, but this is just too far.
SYPNOSIS / hugo vivian is the biggest loser you're ever met. it's truely such a shame he's not only lame but also your bestfriends little brother cause he's so gorgeous. CONTENT / mild lanuage, hugo being a loser and embarrassing himself
SATURDAY, 11:24 AM
it's been probably two minutes since you texted saying you were outside. you're starting to think you should just knock on the front door, you know, like a normal person would
you shift on your feet contemplating it before moving your arm to press the doorbell
a couple seconds pass before your greeted with the door violently swinging open revealing your bestfriends (not so little) brother
"oh, hi vivian. is your sister home right now?"
the poor boy looked stunned at the sight of you. your eyes began to scan over his body, stopping at his stupid 'white boy of the year' shirt his sister defintly got him as a joke
"nice shirt"
your voice came out overly sarcasitc, clearly trying to supress a laugh. he's still just standing there like an idiot
"so, can i come in or what?"
"she's upstairs"
anyone would think he's constipated with how he responded. you gave him a slight smile before walking in then vanishing into her room
TUESDAY, 3:41 PM
vivian stood in front of his sisters mirror in her room before practice, biceps flexed
"god vi' go do that somewhere else would you?"
his head turned to see his sister standing in the doorway and, you. of course, just the cherry on-top. he doesn't understand what you find so amusing about him
he just stays there, body frozen as you and his sister walk in getting comfortable. you can feel his stare from behind buring into you
"don't you have practice to get to vivian?"
your voice comes out sugary sweet, it makes him feel funny almost uneasy
"bye vivian you can leave now"
his sisters voice is far to blunt for him to push her boundaries more than he already has. he makes his way out painfully slow, turning back to recieve a small wave and smile from you
THURSDAY, 10:57AM
vivian sat on the couch, deep in thought, eyes focused on the book infront of him
"whatcha' read - oh . . ."
he freezes up completely. he already gets shit from his teammates, but he knows he will never live this down. your giggle bubbles out before you can stop it
"waiting for the works to appear buddy?"
"it helps me think"
"think about what? are you writing a book or something?"
he doesn't answer, if he could he'd kill himself right in that moment
"you're a total loser vivian oh my god!"
he hears you call out to his sister, asking her about his weird blank book habits. more laughters erupts from down the hall from the both of you
his face is now bright red, he doesnt even register that he's walking into his sisters room until he yells out how she still has her one-direction bed sheets in the hall closet
your laugh is ten times louder this time, your laughing so hard your stomach starts to cramp up
"VIVIAN HUGO WATCH IT WHITE BOY!"
safe to say she's not amused, but your validation for some reason makes it all worth it
FRIDAY, 11:11PM
he'd been out all day, some stupid soccer team thing before the under twenty worldcup who knows, not that it matters now
vivian hugo has always believed in fate, the idea that everyone has their various role to play, and in order to succeed they need to follow it
so when he sees you standing in the hugo families kitchen at near midnight - specifically 11:11 - he knows what his destiny is towards you. he hasn't really believed in 'angel numbers' until now
"we are meant to be you know . . ."
his voice draws you out of your own thoughts. his dark eyes meeting yours. he hasn't really had the chance to take all your beauty in until this very moment
you let out a breathy laugh at his comment, taking a sip of water to clear your throat
"you know, you're a total loser vivian. it's a shame, you're so goregous"
your hand pats his cheek lightly, your body pushing past him heading down the hall and out of his sight. truth is, he'd have no clue what to do with #allat
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