#hugo fluff

at first, hugo didn't really understand it. he would glance down whenever he felt the familiar little tug on his sleeve, only to find you absentmindedly standing beside him with your attention completely somewhere else.

you weren't asking him for anything. you weren't trying to interrupt him. you just liked being there.

after a while, he stopped questioning it entirely. whenever he noticed you quietly reaching for him, he'd lift his arm just enough for you to comfortably wrap yourself around it before continuing whatever conversation he had been having.

if the team was waiting between training sessions, he'd automatically leave the empty spot beside him open because he already knew where you'd end up sitting. he never teased you for it or called you needy. to him, it was simply another part of you, just like the way you smiled or laughed.

the others, however, found it impossible not to notice.

"is that…normal?" one of them quietly asked after watching you spend nearly ten minutes standing beside hugo with your hand loosely hooked around his wrist while scrolling through your phone.

"they've literally been like that all day," another answered.

"i don't even think she realizes she's doing it."

"hugo doesn't either."

except he absolutely did.

he noticed every tiny habit you had, even if he never pointed them out. he noticed how you'd sleepily reach for his hand whenever you got tired.

how you'd gently bump your shoulder against his whenever you wanted attention but were too shy to ask for it. how you'd instinctively search for him in crowded rooms before relaxing the second your eyes landed on him. they were tiny things that everyone else overlooked, but hugo remembered every single one.

after practice one evening, everyone was exhausted from training, slowly packing up their things before heading back.

hugo was sitting on one of the benches, quietly drying his hair with a towel when you wandered over without saying a word. still sleepy from waiting through the last part of practice, you simply stood between his knees before resting your forehead against the top of his head with a quiet sigh.

"…tired?" he asked.

you only hummed.

he gave a small nod like that answered everything.

without another word, he wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you steady while finishing drying his hair with the other hand. it looked so natural that nobody would've guessed he had only started doing things like this because of you.

when he finally stood up, you instinctively reached for the back of his shirt again.

he looked over his shoulder.

"…ready?"

another tiny nod.

he waited until you had a better grip before starting to walk.

the hallway was busy with players passing by, but hugo never once tried to shake your hand off his shirt or tell you to let go. instead, he slowed his pace just enough so you wouldn't have to rush after him.

"you know," one of the players muttered as they walked past, "she follows you everywhere."

hugo looked down at your fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt before looking back up with the same calm expression he always wore.

"…i know."

"…doesn't it bother you?"

he was quiet for a second.

"…if she stopped."

his answer surprised even himself.

because somewhere along the way, the tiny weight on his sleeve, the quiet hand finding his, and the soft warmth constantly beside him had become something he looked for without realizing it.

later that night, while the two of you sat together watching a movie, you had somehow managed to end up almost completely leaning against him, one arm lazily wrapped around his while your head rested against his shoulder.

you were half asleep, barely paying attention anymore, mumbling little comments every now and then before your words slowly became quieter.

hugo looked down. "…comfortable?"

your eyes stayed closed as you smiled. "mhm…"

"…good."

he adjusted himself just enough so your neck wouldn't hurt, gently pulling a blanket over both of you without waking you. after that, he simply stayed still, even when his arm slowly started falling asleep underneath your weight. he could've moved. he probably should've.

instead, he glanced at your peaceful face resting against him and decided the numb arm was worth it.

"…sleep well," he quietly murmured, almost too soft to hear.

and although he'd never admit it out loud, the apartment always felt a little emptier whenever you weren't absentmindedly reaching for him anymore. after all, somewhere between all those little habits of yours, hugo had unknowingly grown just as attached to your quiet clinginess as you were to him.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ michael kaiser

michael kaiser absolutely loved the fact that you were clingy, though he'd never admit just how much it fed his ego. in his mind, it simply proved what he already believed—you liked him the most, you wanted to be around him the most, and out of everyone in the room, you always found your way back to him.

no matter how many people were talking to you, how busy either of you were, or where the two of you happened to be, your body seemed to naturally gravitate toward his. if he was lounging across the couch, you'd end up curled against his side without even thinking about it.

if he leaned against a wall while waiting for something, within minutes you'd be standing beside him, your shoulder pressed against his arm or your fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his shirt.

you never seemed to realize you were doing it, but michael noticed every single time, and secretly, he looked forward to it.

unlike most people, he never found your clinginess distracting. if anything, it became something he expected. there were moments where he'd be scrolling through his phone or watching old match footage, only to feel your weight gently lean against him a few moments later.

instead of reacting, he'd instinctively shift just enough to give you more room, allowing you to settle comfortably against his chest or shoulder while continuing whatever he had been doing.

it became second nature. he no longer questioned why you always reached for him first because, somewhere along the way, he had grown used to your constant need for closeness.

whenever you weren't nearby, he'd catch himself glancing around the room before realizing you were somewhere else, and while he'd never openly admit it, the absence of your familiar warmth always made the space around him feel strangely empty.

there were times when your clinginess became almost impossible to ignore. if the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow manage to steal nearly all of his personal space without realizing it.

your legs would end up resting across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, or your arms loosely wrapped around one of his while you quietly occupied yourself with something else.

michael always acted like you were inconveniencing him, letting out dramatic sighs or rolling his eyes as though your affection was the biggest burden imaginable, yet he never once made any effort to move away.

in fact, if you shifted even slightly as if you were about to get up, he'd unconsciously adjust his position to keep you close before he even realized what he was doing.

by the time he noticed, it was already too late, leaving him to pretend it had been completely intentional all along.

he especially enjoyed how naturally you sought him out after a long day. the moment you saw him, your shoulders seemed to relax without you even noticing, and before long, you'd quietly settle beside him, leaning your weight against him as though all the exhaustion you'd been carrying could disappear simply by being close.

michael liked to tease you for it, often calling you attached or claiming you couldn't survive more than a few minutes without him, but beneath every smug remark was a quiet satisfaction he couldn't hide.

knowing that your first instinct was always to look for him, to stand beside him, or to rest against him filled him with a sense of pride that only inflated his already enormous ego.

to everyone else, it looked like harmless teasing.

only michael knew how much he genuinely enjoyed being the person you searched for without even thinking.

the people around you noticed it almost immediately. they found it amusing how someone as prideful and self-centered as michael somehow became incredibly patient whenever it involved you.

the same man who complained about people invading his personal space somehow never minded when you leaned against him for hours or absentmindedly held onto his arm while the two of you sat together. if anyone else tried that, they'd receive an irritated glare within seconds. you, however, were different.

michael rarely acknowledged it aloud, but he unconsciously adjusted everything around your habits. he'd sit in ways that gave you more room to lean against him, slow his pace whenever you naturally reached for his hand, and remain still whenever you looked comfortable enough to fall asleep beside him.

he never thought twice about making those adjustments anymore because somewhere along the line, your quiet affection had become part of his daily routine.

despite all of his confidence and endless teasing, there were moments where michael revealed just how attached he'd become in return. on the rare days when you were busy or simply spent more time with someone else, he'd notice almost immediately.

he'd tell himself it didn't matter, insisting that you were free to do whatever you wanted, yet somehow he'd always find an excuse to wander into the same room as you or insert himself into whatever you happened to be doing.

he'd never admit that he missed the familiar feeling of you leaning against his shoulder or reaching for his hand without thinking, but the second you naturally drifted back to his side again, the faint smirk that settled across his face said everything he refused to.

in the end, everyone assumed you were the clingy one in the relationship, but if anyone paid close enough attention, they'd realize michael had quietly grown just as dependent on your presence as you were on his—he was simply far too prideful to ever admit it first.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ sae itoshi

ever since the two of you started dating, sae quickly realized that you were the kind of person who loved showing your affection through quiet closeness rather than words.

you never demanded attention or interrupted whatever he was doing, but your body always seemed to drift toward him without you even noticing. if he was sitting down watching game footage, you'd eventually wander into the room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders before quietly settling beside him, leaning your head against his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

if he stood in the kitchen making himself something to eat, you'd appear only moments later, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and simply standing there without saying a single thing.

there were days where neither of you exchanged more than a few words for hours, yet somehow you were always touching him in some small way, whether it was your fingers hooked around the sleeve of his shirt, your shoulder pressed against his, or your legs resting over his whenever the two of you relaxed together.

being close to him made you feel safe, and after a while, sae became so used to your quiet attachment that your absence felt stranger than your clinginess ever did.

sae himself wasn't naturally affectionate, nor was he someone who constantly sought physical contact, but he learned your habits faster than he expected. at first, he'd glance down whenever he suddenly felt your hand slip into his or your forehead rest against his shoulder, wondering if there was a reason behind it.

eventually, he realized there wasn't one. you simply liked being near him. that realization made him stop questioning it altogether. whenever you absentmindedly reached for him, his hand would already be waiting before yours could fully find it.

if you leaned against him while he was reading or watching something, he'd shift just enough to make sure you were comfortable without ever looking away from what he was doing.

even when he was focused on something important, he'd subconsciously adjust his posture so you had somewhere to rest, almost as if his body had memorized yours before his mind even registered your presence.

your clinginess also showed itself in the smallest moments throughout the day. whenever sae came home after training or traveling, you were always the first thing waiting for him.

you'd quietly make your way over the second you heard the door open, wrapping yourself around him with sleepy eyes before he even had the chance to take his shoes off. you never cared if he was tired or sweaty from practice; all you wanted was those few minutes where you could reassure yourself that he was finally home.

sae never returned your hugs with the same enthusiasm, but he also never pushed you away. instead, one hand would naturally come to rest on your back while the other gently stroked your hair a few times before he continued walking, practically carrying you through the apartment because you refused to let go.

after enough time together, he accepted that this was simply how you greeted him, and if one day you didn't come over to cling to him, he'd quietly find himself looking around the apartment, wondering where you were.

the people around sae noticed it long before either of you did.

they often found it amusing how someone so emotionally reserved ended up dating someone who practically treated him like a personal pillow.

during gatherings or visits, you'd always end up tucked against his side without thinking, your head resting on his shoulder while conversations happened around you. sometimes you'd doze off against him entirely, completely trusting that he wouldn't move until you woke up.

everyone expected sae to complain or gently move you away, but he never did.

he'd simply continue whatever he was doing with one hand resting absentmindedly on your arm, making sure you wouldn't slip off or wake yourself. the sight was so unlike the cold, distant image people had of him that it caught everyone off guard.

sae never acknowledged the stares or comments because, to him, this had quietly become normal. your constant need to be close wasn't something he tolerated anymore—it was something he unconsciously made room for, adjusting his own habits around yours until your presence became woven into every quiet part of his daily life.

there were even moments when you apologized, worried that you might be bothering him because of how often you found yourself reaching for him without thinking.

sae never understood why you worried so much. if your hand searched for his while the two of you walked together, he'd simply lace his fingers through yours. if you rested your head on him after a long day, he'd continue sitting there as though nothing had changed.

if you fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, he'd stay exactly where he was until you naturally woke up, even if his arm had gone numb long ago. he wasn't the type to shower someone with affectionate words or dramatic gestures, but his patience spoke louder than anything he could have said.

he accepted every quiet habit you had without making you feel embarrassed for them, and over time, you realized something that made your heart ache in the sweetest way possible.

you had become sae's routine just as much as he had become yours.

he would probably never admit it out loud, but on the rare occasions when you weren't there to absentmindedly cling to him, the silence around him felt just a little emptier than it used to.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ bunny iglesias

bunny never had a problem with how clingy you were.

if anything, he found it strangely comforting. there was something about the way you always ended up beside him that made even the busiest days feel quieter.

you never asked for much—you simply liked being close. whether you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while doing your own things, lightly holding onto the sleeve of his jacket whenever the two of you walked together, or absentmindedly resting your head against him whenever there was a moment to slow down, your affection always came so naturally that it never felt forced.

it was simply how you loved him, and before long, it became something he couldn't imagine going without.

at first, bunny didn't really understand just how often you searched for him. he'd look up from whatever he was doing only to find you already standing nearby, quietly existing in his space without expecting a conversation.

there were moments where neither of you spoke for several minutes, yet you'd still be leaning against his shoulder or sitting close enough that your knees brushed together. eventually, he realized you weren't looking for constant attention—you were looking for comfort. being near him settled your mind, and once he understood that, he stopped questioning your little habits altogether.

instead, he'd naturally make room for you before you even asked, shifting over on the couch, slowing his pace, or leaving one side of him open because he already knew you'd end up there.

your clinginess showed itself in countless little ways throughout the day.

if bunny stood still for more than a few moments, you'd wander over almost without thinking, gently looping your arm through his or leaning against his side while your mind drifted elsewhere. whenever the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow find yourself pressed against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder while you read, watched something, or simply enjoyed the peaceful silence between you.

you weren't trying to demand his attention; your body had simply grown so used to seeking him out that it happened without thought. after enough time together, bunny stopped noticing when you leaned on him because it had become such a normal part of his everyday life.

the people around you found the relationship amusing because they quickly realized how differently bunny treated you compared to everyone else.

he valued his personal space with most people, yet somehow you were the one exception. no matter how often you leaned against him or quietly followed him from room to room, he never looked bothered. instead, he unconsciously adjusted around you, making sure you were comfortable before thinking about himself. if you looked tired, he'd stay where he was a little longer so you wouldn't have to move.

if you accidentally fell asleep against him, he wouldn't dare disturb you, even if it meant sitting in the same position until his shoulders became stiff. to everyone else, those gestures were small, but to you, they meant everything because bunny wasn't someone who expressed his feelings with dramatic words. he showed them through patience.

there were even times when you worried you might be too much. you noticed how often you reached for him without thinking and wondered if it ever became overwhelming. every now and then, you'd hesitate before leaning against him, trying to give him more space than usual, only for bunny to notice almost immediately.

he had grown so accustomed to your familiar warmth that the sudden distance felt wrong. without saying much, he'd naturally close the space between you himself, settling beside you until your shoulders touched again or quietly resting an arm around you as if reminding you that you never had to second-guess yourself.

he never made a big speech about it because that simply wasn't who he was, but his actions always answered your worries before you could voice them.

over time, your clinginess stopped being something either of you thought about. it became part of the rhythm of your relationship, woven into every ordinary moment the two of you shared.

bunny grew used to feeling your hand find his without warning, to your head resting against him after a long day, and to your quiet habit of searching for him whenever you entered a room. it wasn't something he merely tolerated—it became something he looked for without realizing it.

on the rare days when you were too busy or simply forgot to drift toward him, he'd notice the empty space almost immediately. he'd never admit that he missed your constant closeness, but the way his eyes instinctively searched for you, and the quiet ease that returned the moment you settled beside him again, made it obvious enough.

to everyone else, you were the clingy one, but the truth was that bunny had slowly grown just as attached to your presence as you were to his.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ julian loki

loki was not someone people expected to be the type to indulge someone’s clinginess. with his calm personality, his focus on football, and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, most people assumed he would prefer having his own space. but when it came to you, things were different.

your affection never felt like a distraction to him. if anything, it became one of the few things that allowed him to relax completely after spending so much time pushing himself. you had a way of making the world around him feel slower, and your constant need to be close became something he quietly appreciated more than he would ever openly admit.

you were naturally affectionate, the kind of person who always found small ways to stay connected to him.

you weren't always talking or asking for attention, but you were almost always near him. whether it was sitting beside him while he reviewed something, resting your head against his shoulder when the two of you had a quiet moment, or simply reaching for his hand while walking together, your presence always seemed to find its way into his routine. sometimes you didn't even realize you were doing it.

it was almost instinctive, like your body already knew where it wanted to be. beside him, close enough to feel comfortable, but never enough to interrupt his own space.

loki noticed those little habits almost immediately.

he was observant by nature, so he picked up on every small thing you did. he noticed how your mood changed when you were able to spend time with him, how you naturally relaxed whenever you were close, and how you always seemed to search for him first whenever you entered a room. instead of finding it overwhelming, he found it endearing.

there was something incredibly genuine about the way you loved him. you weren't attached because you wanted something from him—you simply enjoyed being around him. and for someone who spent so much of his life surrounded by expectations and pressure, having someone who just wanted his company meant more than he could explain.

because loki was so patient, he never made your clinginess feel like a problem. he never pushed you away or made you feel like you were taking up too much space. if you leaned against him while he was relaxing, he'd simply let you stay there.

if you held onto his arm while the two of you walked somewhere, he'd adjust his pace so you could stay comfortable. if you quietly followed him around during his free time because you wanted to spend more time together, he would just accept it as another normal part of his day.

he didn't need constant affection himself, but he understood that it was important to you, and that alone was enough reason for him to give it back.

the funniest part was that loki slowly became just as used to your closeness as you were.

your presence became something familiar, something he subconsciously expected. after a long day of training, he found himself looking forward to the peaceful moments where he could simply sit with you and forget about everything else. you were one of the few people who didn't see him as just a talented player or someone who always had to be perfect.

with you, he could just exist without having to prove anything, and your clinginess reminded him that he was loved outside of football.

others around him noticed the difference too. they were used to seeing loki composed and collected, always focused and professional, so seeing him quietly allow you to cling to him was something they found surprising. he would be in the middle of something important, yet the moment you came over and rested against him, his attention would soften.

he wouldn't stop what he was doing completely, but he would make room for you without hesitation. it was subtle, but anyone who knew him well could tell that you were an exception to the usual distance he kept with people.

there were even times where you worried you were becoming too attached. you wondered if you were bothering him or if he wanted more space, especially because loki wasn't someone who always expressed his feelings through obvious reactions.

but he always made sure you knew you were welcome. he wasn't the type to shower you with dramatic affection or constantly reassure you with words, but his actions always gave you the answer. the way he stayed close, the way he remembered your little habits, and the way he never once made you feel like your love was too much spoke louder than anything else.

eventually, your clinginess became something that belonged to both of you. it wasn't just a habit you had—it was a quiet part of your relationship that loki had grown attached to as well.

he became used to your hand finding his, your warmth beside him, and the comfortable silence that came from simply being together. and although he would probably never make a big confession about it, the truth was that your affection became one of the few things he never wanted to lose.

because even someone as disciplined and focused as julian loki needed a place where he could stop being a player and just be himself, and somehow, that place had always been right beside you.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ don lorenzo

lorenzo was probably one of the last people anyone expected to be comfortable with someone being clingy toward him.

with his strange personality, playful attitude, and the way he always seemed to keep people guessing, most people assumed he wouldn't care much about someone constantly wanting to be around him. but when it came to you, it was different. your clinginess wasn't something he saw as annoying or overwhelming.

instead, he found it oddly reassuring. after spending so much of his life feeling like he had to rely on himself, having someone who naturally reached for him, chose him, and wanted to stay by his side was something he never truly got tired of.

you weren't clingy in a way that took away his freedom. you simply loved being close to him.

it showed in the small things you did without even realizing it. whenever the two of you were together, you always found some way to stay connected, whether it was sitting close beside him, leaning against him during quiet moments, or reaching for him whenever you walked together. sometimes you didn't even need to talk.

you were perfectly content just being near him, existing in the same space while doing your own things. for you, his presence alone was comforting, and over time, don lorenzo became used to the way you always seemed to find your way back to him.

at first, he found it amusing.

he was used to people reacting to him because of his reputation, his personality, or the strange way he carried himself, but you were different. you didn't treat him like someone intimidating or impossible to understand.

you simply treated him like someone you cared about. your affection was natural and honest, and that was something that caught his attention more than anything else. you weren't trying to change him or expect him to act differently. you just accepted him exactly as he was, and for someone who had grown up without always receiving that kind of care, it meant more than he would ever openly say.

lorenzo slowly became accustomed to your habits.

he learned that when you were tired, you would naturally move closer to him without thinking. he learned that when something bothered you, you found comfort in staying near him rather than being alone. he learned that your way of showing love was through small touches and quiet moments together.

instead of moving away or teasing you too much, he simply allowed it. sometimes he'd act like he was bothered just to get a reaction out of you, but the truth was that he never actually wanted you to stop.

because beneath all of his strange jokes and unpredictable behavior, lorenzo was someone who valued loyalty deeply. your clinginess reminded him that someone genuinely wanted to stay. you weren't around because of his talent, his status, or what he could offer—you were there because you cared about him.

and that kind of affection was something he didn't take lightly. even if he didn't always know how to respond in the most normal way, he understood the importance of having someone who made him feel wanted.

the people around him would notice how different he became around you. lorenzo was still don lorenzo—still playful, still weird, still someone who could make everyone question what was going through his mind—but there was a noticeable softness whenever you were involved. he was more patient with you, more willing to listen, and strangely protective over the comfort you found in him.

if you leaned against him for too long, he wouldn't complain. if you stayed close during stressful moments, he wouldn't tell you to move. instead, he'd simply let you remain there, accepting your affection in his own quiet way.

there were even moments where he surprised himself by noticing when you weren't around. he was so used to your presence that the absence of it felt strange.

he'd find himself looking for you without realizing it, expecting you to appear beside him like you always did. he would never openly admit that he missed your constant closeness, especially because admitting something like that meant showing a softer side of himself, but the way he naturally relaxed whenever you returned gave him away.

your relationship with lorenzo was never about one person being clingy and the other simply putting up with it. over time, your affection became something shared between the two of you. you gave him the comfort of knowing he had someone who would always choose him, and he gave you the reassurance that your love was never too much.

behind the strange humor and carefree attitude was someone who appreciated being cared for more than he let anyone see, and your clinginess became a quiet reminder that he was no longer someone who had to face everything alone. you were simply the person who stayed beside him, and somehow, that became the thing he valued most.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ teddy knight

teddy was the type of person who made it difficult to tell what he was actually thinking.

he carried himself with a calm, almost unreadable expression, often keeping his emotions tucked away behind a quiet attitude and a composed presence. because of that, most people would assume that someone being constantly attached to him would eventually get on his nerves. but when it came to you, it was completely different.

your clinginess never felt like a burden to him.

instead, it became something familiar, something that slowly settled into his life before he even realized how much he had started to depend on it.

you were the kind of person who showed love through presence. you didn't need some grand reason to be near him—you just liked being around him. whether the two of you were sitting together in silence, walking somewhere side by side, or simply spending time doing separate things in the same room, you always found yourself drifting closer to him.

sometimes your shoulder would brush against his, sometimes you'd quietly sit beside him without saying anything, and sometimes you'd simply stay nearby because being around him made you feel comfortable. it wasn't about needing constant attention; it was about knowing he was there.

at first, teddy didn't really know what to do with it.

he wasn't someone who was used to having another person so openly seek him out. he was more familiar with keeping a certain distance, observing others rather than being the person someone naturally reached for.

so when you started appearing beside him more often, resting near him without hesitation, or instinctively looking for him whenever you entered a room, he didn't quite know how to react. he wouldn't push you away, but he also wouldn't immediately show how much he noticed.

teddy was the kind of person who would quietly take note of everything before deciding how he felt about it.

and eventually, he realized he liked it.

there was something strangely comforting about knowing that you always chose to be near him. your affection wasn't complicated, and you never expected him to become someone completely different. you didn't need him to constantly express himself or act a certain way—you were happy with the little things he already gave.

for someone like teddy, who seemed more comfortable keeping his thoughts to himself, having someone who understood his quiet nature was something he appreciated more than he could explain.

your clinginess became part of his routine in the smallest ways. teddy became used to feeling you sit beside him whenever there was an empty space. he became used to your habit of leaning closer when you were tired or reaching for him without thinking whenever something made you nervous.

he became used to the way you searched for him first, like his presence was something that automatically made things feel easier.

and while he might not always react dramatically, he always noticed. every single time.

he was also surprisingly patient with you.

if you stayed close while he was focused on something, he wouldn't make you feel like you were distracting him. if you wanted to spend time with him after a long day, he wouldn't turn you away. teddy wasn't the type to constantly shower someone with affection, but he showed care through small, deliberate actions.

he would make sure you were comfortable, remember little details about what you liked, and quietly adjust his own habits to include you. his affection wasn't loud—it was in the way he made space for you without needing to be asked.

other people would probably find the difference amusing. teddy, who could seem so distant and difficult to read, somehow became someone who allowed you closer than most people ever got.

they would notice how he didn't react the same way when it was you. someone else invading his space might earn a cold look, but you could sit beside him for hours and he wouldn't complain.

your presence became an exception, a quiet place where he didn't have to keep up any walls.

there would also be moments where you worried you were being too attached. you'd wonder if you were overwhelming him or if he secretly wanted more space, especially because teddy wasn't always obvious with his feelings. but the answer was always shown through his actions. he never pulled away.

he never made you feel like your affection was unwanted. instead, he would simply stay there beside you, allowing the silence between you to speak for itself.

over time, teddy became just as accustomed to your closeness as you were to his. he might not be the type to openly admit that he enjoyed having someone always near him, but he would notice when things felt different without you.

the room felt quieter, his routine felt slightly off, and there was a strange emptiness where your familiar presence usually was.

he wouldn't call it missing you right away, but deep down, he knew exactly what it was. because your clinginess gave teddy something he wasn't used to—a constant reminder that someone wanted to stay.

and for someone as reserved as him, that meant more than any big gesture ever could. you weren't just someone who followed him around or held onto him a little more than others.

You straddle his thighs, throwing your book on the table and tangling your hands in his hair. “Vivi. Touch grass.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush, nose brushing your jaw. “I’m touching you. Waayy better than grass.” He mumbles.

You kiss him. He’s warm and smells like sunscreen and that expensive French cologne he pretends he doesn’t like. For once his mind isn’t racing, thinking about football or destiny. It’s just... slow. Safe. All yours.

Later there’ll be pasta, book debates, a nap in the sun, and a heated tennis battle that’ll really test your relationship. But, right now it’s just this. The pressure to win four World Cups gone. Radio silence on. Just you, him, and zero reason to leave.

i need him so bad he’s so big omg I need him like biblically baadddd holy fuck.

pls pls pls pls pls if the universe answers only one of my prayers

chat is it vivian or vivien. i thought it was vivien but everyone is saying vivian…

first time writing fluff lowkey nervous but im kind of tired of being a pervert.

i shall write smut later but also i feel like a pervert cause i love him sm but also #ineedthatsobad

should i do smaus guys

if anything, he only became worse, refusing to let you carry grocery bags, reaching things from high shelves before you even looked at them, and quietly taking over chores you normally did because, in his words, "i'm the one with a perfectly healthy body right now. let me use it."

his training schedule never disappeared, but somehow you always came first.

after every practice he came home carrying something in his hands, sometimes your favorite pastries, sometimes fresh fruit, sometimes flowers because he remembered reading that seeing beautiful things could improve someone's mood.

the moment he walked through the door, he'd kiss your forehead before crouching in front of your stomach with a softness nobody else ever got to see. his hand rested there so naturally, gently rubbing little circles as he talked about his day, telling the baby how he scored in training or how everyone else was too slow to keep up with him. then he'd smirk proudly.

"obviously your father is still the best." a second later, the baby would kick, making his eyes widen every single time without fail. "did... did you see that?" he'd whisper in complete disbelief, looking at you like it was the greatest goal he'd ever witnessed.

no matter how many kicks he felt over the months, he reacted with that same amazed expression every single time.

the nights were when he became the most protective.

if your back hurt, he learned exactly how to massage it without pressing too hard. if you couldn't sleep because the baby kept moving, he'd stay awake with you instead of telling you to rest alone.

sometimes the two of you would sit by the window while the city lights glowed outside, your head resting against his shoulder as he absentmindedly played with your fingers. he'd quietly admit things he never told anyone else, how becoming a father scared him more than any football match ever could because he knew what it was like to grow up without kindness.

he promised himself long before the baby was born that your child would never question whether they were loved, never wonder if they were enough, and never experience the loneliness he carried as a boy.

he'd press a careful kiss to your stomach before resting his forehead there, speaking softly enough that only you and the baby could hear. "you'll have everything i never did. i'll make sure of it."

his ego never really disappeared, but it changed in funny ways. instead of bragging about himself, he'd confidently tell everyone your baby was obviously going to be beautiful because they had your features and his genes.

he'd already planned which tiny football jerseys to buy, despite you reminding him the baby couldn't even walk yet. when you rolled your eyes, he'd simply shrug with complete confidence. "it's called preparing for greatness." but the second you mentioned feeling nervous about labor, all that playful confidence melted away.

he held your face between his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as he looked at you with complete sincerity. "you don't have to be strong every second," he murmured. "i'll stay with you through all of it. every contraction, every tear, every moment. you won't face any of it alone."

and for someone who spent so much of his life believing only in himself, staying beside you without hesitation became the promise he valued more than any victory on the field.

𑣲 sae itoshi

pregnancy brought out a side of sae that almost nobody believed existed.

he wasn't loud about how much he cared, and he wasn't the type to constantly ask if you were okay every five minutes, but he noticed everything before you even had the chance to mention it.

if you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, he'd already be grabbing another pillow for your back. if your water bottle was empty, he'd quietly refill it without saying a word. when your feet started hurting after standing for too long, he'd guide you back to the couch with a gentle hand on your waist before kneeling in front of you to rub away the soreness.

if you tried telling him you could do it yourself, he'd only glance up at you with that calm look of his. "i know you can," he'd say simply. "but you don't have to."

his routine slowly changed around yours without you even realizing it. he made sure he was home whenever he could be, cooked meals you could actually keep down, and kept track of every doctor's appointment like it was part of his own schedule.

his phone ended up filled with reminders about vitamins, checkups, and things you mentioned wanting days before. he never made a big deal out of it either.

he'd just quietly remember.

whenever you woke up in the middle of the night because you couldn't get comfortable anymore, he'd wake up too, helping you sit up before fixing the blankets around you and staying awake until you finally drifted back to sleep. even if he had training the next morning, he never complained once.

sae didn't talk to your stomach very often, mostly because he felt a little embarrassed, but whenever the baby kicked while his hand happened to be resting there, the serious look on his face softened without him even noticing.

he'd stay completely still for a moment before letting out the smallest smile, one that only ever seemed to appear around you. sometimes he'd quietly tell the baby about his day, speaking so softly it almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

"don't make your mom work too hard today, okay?" he'd mumble, gently rubbing your stomach with his thumb before leaning down to press a light kiss against it. every time the baby responded with another kick, he'd look at you with quiet amazement, like he still couldn't believe there was a little life growing between the two of you.

whenever people crowded around you or offered too many opinions about your pregnancy, sae became quietly protective. he didn't need to raise his voice or argue. one look from him was usually enough to make people step back.

if someone stressed you out or kept touching your stomach without asking, he'd calmly move between the two of you, resting a hand against your back as he guided you somewhere quieter. "she needs space," he'd say, leaving no room for discussion before walking away with you.

once the two of you were alone again, he'd check on you first instead of talking about the situation. "you alright?" he'd ask, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. if you nodded, he'd simply squeeze your hand and stay beside you until you felt better.

the closer your due date came, the more he found himself thinking about the future.

one evening, while the two of you sat together in the nursery after finishing the last few decorations, he rested his head against yours as the room fell quiet. after a long silence, he reached over to lace his fingers with yours.

"i don't know everything about being a dad," he admitted honestly, his voice low enough that it almost blended into the silence around you. "but i'll learn." he looked over at you before gently smiling. "i'll learn for you... and for our baby."

it wasn't a dramatic promise or a grand speech, but somehow hearing those simple words from someone as reserved as sae meant more than anything else ever could.

𑣲 vivan hugo

the moment hugo found out you were pregnant, he started treating the months leading up to the baby's arrival like something the two of you had to get through together instead of something you had to carry alone.

he never wanted you to feel like the pregnancy was only your responsibility, so he naturally slipped himself into every little part of it.

every appointment became "our appointment," every milestone became something he celebrated just as much as you did, and every difficult day ended with him reminding you that you didn't have to hide how you were feeling around him.

whenever you apologized for being emotional or tired, he'd lightly shake his head before pulling you into his arms. "you're growing our baby," he'd mumble against your hair. "you never have to apologize for that."

he became surprisingly observant, picking up on the smallest habits you didn't even notice yourself. if he saw you rubbing your lower back while making breakfast, he'd quietly take over cooking before gently steering you toward a chair.

if you had one of those days where nothing sounded good to eat, he'd spend the afternoon trying different recipes until he found something you could stomach without feeling sick. he never acted like it was a burden either. seeing you finish even a small meal always made him smile to himself because, in his mind, that meant both you and the baby were taken care of.

hugo loved spending quiet afternoons with you more than anything. instead of filling every moment with conversation, he'd sit beside you while you watched movies, read a book, or simply rested with your legs across his lap.

his fingers would absentmindedly trace slow circles over your stomach whenever the baby started moving, and before long he'd start talking to them like they were already sitting beside him.

he'd tell funny stories about his day, make little jokes he hoped would earn a kick, and laugh every time one actually came. "see?" he'd grin while looking at you. "they already think i'm funny." even when you rolled your eyes, you couldn't stop yourself from laughing with him.

there were moments when the pregnancy became overwhelming, especially as your due date got closer and the nerves slowly settled in. on those nights, hugo never tried to fix everything with the perfect words.

he'd sit beside you, letting you lean into him while his hand gently rubbed your back. he'd listen to every fear you had without interrupting, only speaking once you had gotten everything off your chest. "we're going to figure it out together," he'd say quietly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "i'm not expecting you to know everything, and you don't have to expect that from yourself either."

as the nursery slowly came together, he found himself stopping in the doorway more often than he'd admit, imagining what life would be like once the room was finally filled with tiny cries and sleepy smiles instead of silence.

after finishing the last piece of furniture, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder while the two of you looked around the room.

"it's starting to feel real," he whispered with a soft laugh. after a moment, he lowered one hand to your stomach, giving it a gentle pat before smiling to himself. "i can't wait to meet you," he said to the baby. "but don't rush. your mom and i will be right here whenever you're ready."

𑣲 bunny iglesias

bunny never realized how much someone could become his entire world until you became pregnant.

from that day on, taking care of you became second nature, never something he felt forced to do. he'd wake up before you just to make breakfast, leaving little notes beside your plate reminding you to eat everything because "our little family needs it."

if you wandered into the kitchen insisting you could've made it yourself, he'd gently nudge you toward a chair with an amused smile. "that's my job this morning," he'd tell you. "your job is letting me spoil you."

he quickly learned that some days weren't about fixing anything. there were afternoons where your body ached, your emotions felt all over the place, and nothing seemed to make you feel better.

instead of searching for the perfect words, bunny would quietly crawl into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist while the two of you stayed under the blankets for hours. he'd put on one of your favorite movies, play with your hair, or simply let you complain about everything without interrupting.

whenever you apologized for being "too much," he'd look at you like the thought had never crossed his mind. "you're carrying our baby," he'd say softly. "if you want to complain all day, i'll listen all day."

he also became oddly excited about preparing the house. one weekend you walked into the spare room only to find him sitting on the floor surrounded by tiny baby clothes, carefully folding every little onesie even though half of them ended up looking messier than before.

he looked so focused that you couldn't help but laugh, earning a confused look from him before he held up one impossibly tiny sock between his fingers. "how is someone's foot supposed to fit in this?" he asked with complete seriousness. the room quickly filled with your laughter, and he couldn't stop smiling after hearing it.

whenever you struggled with the changes pregnancy brought, bunny always found a way to remind you that nothing about you had become less beautiful.

if your favorite clothes no longer fit or you felt frustrated looking in the mirror, he'd stand behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder while your eyes met in the reflection. "all i see is the woman i love," he'd murmur, gently taking your hand into his.

"you're giving us the greatest gift i'll ever receive. i don't think i've ever looked at you and loved you more than i do now."

late at night, after the house had gone quiet, the two of you often found yourselves talking about everything the future might hold.

you'd sit together on the couch with your head against his shoulder while he absentmindedly traced shapes over your hand, wondering what your child's laugh would sound like, whose habits they'd inherit, or what kind of parents the two of you would become.

bunny never claimed to have all the answers, but every time the conversation drifted toward uncertainty, he'd smile and squeeze your hand. "whatever happens," he'd whisper, "we'll learn together. that's what families do."

𑣲 julian loki

when loki learned you were pregnant, he somehow became both calmer and even more energetic at the same time.

he still had his endless amount of energy and couldn't sit still for very long, but whenever it came to you, he slowed himself down without thinking about it. if he noticed you were walking behind him, he'd immediately match your pace instead of rushing ahead.

if the two of you were out together, he'd always make sure there was somewhere nearby for you to sit and rest whenever you needed a break. he never wanted you to feel like you had to keep up with him, so instead, he happily kept up with you.

he loved turning ordinary days into something fun because he hated seeing you bored while you were stuck resting. he'd show up with board games, puzzles, snacks, or some random hobby he found online that he insisted the two of you should try together.

sometimes the activity lasted hours, other times it ended with the two of you laughing because neither of you had any idea what you were doing. he didn't care if the final result looked terrible. if you were smiling, then he'd call the day a success.

loki was also the first person to notice when your energy started running low. before you could even say anything, he'd already be pulling a blanket over your legs, handing you your favorite drink, or asking if you wanted to lie down for a while.

he never made it sound like you were fragile. instead, he'd smile and say, "you're doing enough already." hearing those words always made the guilt disappear whenever you felt bad for needing extra rest.

as your due date slowly got closer, he became surprisingly curious about everything that came after.

he'd ask endless questions while the two of you put together the nursery, wondering what your baby's first word might be, whether they'd like sports, music, drawing, or something completely different.

whenever someone joked that your child had to become a football player because of him, loki would laugh before shaking his head. "they don't have to be anything except happy," he'd say. "whatever they love, i'll be cheering louder than everyone else."

one day, after finishing the last few things around the house, the two of you ended up sitting on the living room floor surrounded by unopened gifts and tiny baby blankets.

the room was quiet for once as loki leaned his head against your shoulder with a content sigh. after a long moment, he reached over and intertwined your fingers with his, smiling to himself. "our life is about to change completely," he murmured. "and honestly..." he looked at you with the same bright smile that always made your heart race.

"i don't think i've ever been this excited for anything before."

𑣲 don lorenzo

when lorenzo found out you were pregnant, the excitement hit him almost immediately, but so did the fear. it wasn't something he admitted out loud at first.

instead, it showed itself in the quiet moments, when he'd stare a little too long at the tiny clothes in store windows or stop talking whenever someone mentioned what made a "good parent."

growing up with almost nothing left him wondering if he'd know how to give your child the kind of childhood he never had. every now and then he'd ask you questions that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"do you think i'll be enough?" he'd mumble one evening, avoiding your eyes. "i don't want them growing up the way i did."

those worries never stopped him from taking care of you. if anything, they made him try even harder.

he'd proudly carry every shopping bag before you could reach for one, constantly remind you to sit down whenever you looked tired, and somehow always remember the little things you mentioned in passing.

if you casually said you wanted strawberries three days ago, he'd come home holding a carton with the biggest grin with his grills showing on his face like he'd just completed the world's greatest mission. because seeing you smile because of something so small always made him feel like he was doing at least one thing right.

lorenzo also had a habit of making you laugh whenever pregnancy started feeling overwhelming.

if you became frustrated because your body was sore or you were exhausted, he'd immediately start making ridiculous faces, dramatic impressions of people you both knew, or tell exaggerated stories that became more unbelievable with every sentence.

he'd celebrate every laugh he managed to get out of you like he'd won a trophy. "there it is," he'd say with a satisfied smile. "that's the one i've been waiting for."

sometimes, though, the cheerful act slipped away.

late at night, after you'd both gotten ready for bed, he'd quietly rest beside you with his fingers loosely intertwined with yours. those were the moments when he'd finally admit what was sitting in the back of his mind. "i keep thinking about when i was little," he'd confess softly.

"i remember what it felt like to be hungry... to wonder if anyone cared where i was." his voice would grow quieter before he looked over at you. "i never want our kid to feel that. not even for a second." you'd remind him that the very fact he worried so much already showed how deeply he cared, and hearing that always seemed to lift a weight from his shoulders.

the nursery became something deeply personal to him. every shelf he built, every toy he carefully placed, every blanket he folded was his way of creating the kind of home he'd always wished for as a child.

one afternoon, after the room was finally finished, he stood in the doorway looking around in complete silence.

you walked over and slipped your hand into his, and after a long pause, he smiled—a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "they're never going to wonder if they're loved," he whispered. "they're going to wake up every day knowing they have a family waiting for them."