KITTYKAISER WORLDOMINATION

transfer student! vivien hugo x reader

sfw • fluff • university au • hint of slow burn

sypnosis: you've heard some things about the new guy in your art class, vivien hugo. what are the chances that you're paired with him for a project? better yet, what are the chances of you falling for him?

a/n: reader is gender neutral and not too much of this story is proofread lol this idea came to me while listening to the song selected so i KNEW i had to write this out or id forget

lower east is in reference to manhattan, ny also, it is implied that reader is well off and comes from good money! anyway, thats enough of my yap session, enjoy!

september. fourth week of the first semester and you seemed to be settling in well. the professors were still lenient and not at the nagging stage quite yet, a decent sized friend group, but most of all, you really enjoyed your classes. well, art to be more specific. ever since you were young you'd always been creative when it came down to anything relating to painting or drawing.

hence why your parents helped you look for the best school in the lower east. life was nice, even nicer when you got your first apartment off campus. why risk having a rowdy roommate when you could be by yourself? anyways, today was no different. you walked to class with the company of your most recent friend, chigiri, as his class was on the same hall. he was decent compared to half of his teammates on the soccer team.

"hey [name], have you heard about the new transfer student, vivien hugo? heard he's coming in from france."

'vivien hugo' you thought to yourself. he's the one everyone's been raving about in their hallway conversations.

"somewhat. i've caught wind of said transfer student, but no ones ever mentioned his name. speaking of, how'd you get his name?"

"coach ego. apparently he's joining the team as well. i’m not sure why anyone would leave a place like france for new york, but what do i know?" you two laughed and continued with the conversation bouncing from topic to topic before stopping outside your class.

"see you around?" chigiri quipped, a tilt of his head accompanied with a small smirk.

"by the bleachers after practice." you two parted ways, a sigh of relief escaping from your lips as you were a few minutes early meaning getting a good seat.

some minutes had crawled by with a good amount of students piling in before the professor started with the lecture. you weren't surprised by the fact that a project was being thrown your way, but you loathed the concept of having a partner. you weren't too social with the exception of chigiri, isagi, and a few others. it’s not that you were antisocial, but you enjoyed having your space.

just because you were in one of the best schools didn't mean anything. the chances of you get a lousy partner were slim but not quite zero. you were so zoned out, already writing a mental email to professor noa begging him to allow you to work alone that you didn't notice the slight tap on your shoulder.

you flinched, already annoyed at the fact that you were being touched, tuming your head to get a proper look at the stranger. oh damn...

"you're [name], right? im viven. we're working together for the next two weeks." he looked down at you with onyx eyes that seemed to be void of any emotion and the most luscious lashes that any model would kill for. not to mention that the man was huge. he wore a deep red sweater, close to the shade of destiny bordeaux, with a white button up underneath yet all of those layers did nothing to hide how built he was. "...hello?"

no way were you staring at the transfer student already.

"my apologies, and yes, that is me. you're the new student, correct?"

"i am. i"m also joining the soccer team this year."

you hummed, moving your things to make room for him. he seemed harmless, although you couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence. did everyone else feel like this or was it his looks that kept them staring? hypocritical, sure, but who cares. you'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to know more about the mystery student. well, vivien.

class flew by with you and vivien making conversation about the project, throwing around concepts and bouncing off of each other's ideas until something clicked. you had already sent a message to chigiri about the somewhat unfortunate string of events. its not too unfortunate since you're partnered with the transfer student who seems to be just as passionate as you.

"may i?" you glanced up at viven with an eyebrow slightly lifted.

"if we're working together then it would be smart to have your contact, yes?"

"o-oh, right! my apologies."

(later in the day)

after a five minute walk from the train station you finally arrived at your building, giving the kind receptionist that you’ve grown used to a small smile before stepping into the elevator. the weight of your day sat heavy on your shoulders with the small pile of assignments listed on your agenda. it’s something that you probably should’ve seen coming as college professors aren’t lenient for long unless they’re old or take you in as a teacher’s pet. the machine stopped at your floor with a small chime and you couldn’t be happier. it was almost four, giving you an hour and some change before vivien’s arrival to get started on the project. you had already cleaned up the previous night so there wasn’t much left to do aside from tidy up and fold some laundry.

the moment you stepped foot in your apartment you were greeted by the sound of a small purr and something warm rubbing against your leg. “hello to you, too.” laughing at the small remnants of cat hair sticking to your pants. if the aroma of pumpkin spice from the diffuser didn’t greet you at the door you knew that your cat would. “you mind helping me with some laundry?” although the fur ball did nothing but roll around on your clothing the entire time.

knock knock. no answer. knock knock again.

you shot up from your spot on your bed completely oblivious to the fact that you had invited vivien over. the door swung open with a slew of apologies ready to spill at the tip of your tongue, but nothing came out as you looked at him. up at him. how the hell did he tower over you while sitting down and standing up??? what were they feeding him in france and how could you get your hands on it???

“uhm—”

“no worries. practice started a little late so my apologies.” it’s almost scary how he knew that you were about to apologize. either you’re easy to predict or he’s one hell of a mind reader. “it’s okay, i wasn’t doing much of anything. come in.”

he stepped inside wearing the school’s hoodie with a pair of sweats and a small brown bag from the local cafe. even after two hours of practice he still carried the scent of sandalwood and old books. a scent that you could get used to.

“where would you like to set up?”

“my room is fine. i have plenty of space in case we spend the night throwing pieces of paper around.” and you could’ve sworn you saw the corners of his mouth perk up. almost like he wanted to smile. the first fifteen minutes were quiet yet peaceful. a comfortable silence with a few stole glances mainly coming from your side. the man was beautiful.

his burgundy hair that resembled a grown out wolfcut with heavy strands covering his forehead, long lashes that gave him a feminine touch, and not to mention his perfect lips. your eyes traced over the shape of the, silently admiring and questioning why he wasn’t on someone’s runway.

“[name]”

shit, he caught me.

“did you want one?”

phew. you could feel your heart slowing down with relief as he held the paper bag in your direction. inside were a good amount of what appeared to be chocolate covered eclairs. must’ve been his favorite.

“thank you, vivien.” you took one before biting into the sweet treat that was still surprisingly warm. the two of you didn’t speak much afterwards, but he was good company. the golden rays of sunset were long gone with the sky painted a deep mix of dark purple and blue, indicating that nightfall was slowly seeping in.

“it’s almost a quarter to nine, i suppose i’ll get going. see you tomorrow?”

“yeah. let me see you out.” the both of you walked to the door, vivien muttering a small “goodnight [name].” before disappearing down the hall. that night you stared up at the ceiling replaying the small moment over and over.

“vivien?” it was now night three of you two working together. you’ve grown accustomed to him and his little quirks. honestly it was a little funny hearing him mutter ‘beep beep focus’ to himself when he caught himself drifting.

“yes?” “what made you move here? to the lower east? it isn’t paris, but i’m sure lyon is beautiful.” that, and well… it’s france for crying out loud.

“new beginnings, i suppose, but i’m here on a scholarship. i arrived a little before the semester started. i never saw myself staying outside from college, but it’s my destiny.” huh? destiny?

“what is that supposed to mean?” now you had more questions than answers. what was this man on about?

he had the audacity to let the question linger in the air and go quiet as he resumed to sketching something out. maybe it’s up for interpretation? or maybe it’s something that would make sense later on?

you didn’t expect him to be so complex.

as the days passed, the deadline grew closer, and so did you and vivien. hell, he even chuckled once or twice. you learned that he had a sister, had some friends back home, but what choked you up was the fact that he read blank books… according to him, it helped him organize his thoughts and ponder on whatever was going on up there. he’s such a dork it’s painfully adorable.

the two of you took a quick break to stretch out aching limbs and cramped up knuckles from being put to work for so long. he never mentioned having a partner though giving you the idea that maybe you had a chance? you didn’t know. you didn’t even know how to approach him with it. it’s bad enough that he has people gawking over him in the hallway, girls batting their lashes at him with a high pitched voice. heaven knows that you didn’t want to be grouped in with them.

vivien never gave them the time of day only acknowledging them with a small “thanks” before going on his way. was it really all in your head though? there were times in class, the hallways, and even in the library where you felt like someone was staring at you. you only felt that way with vivien so it makes sense, right? who knows. thinking too hard about it is enough to give you a headache.

“you’re deep in thought about something.” your head turned in the direction of that beautiful french accent you’ve begun to hear in your dreams, an apologetic smile forming on your face.“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to tune you out if you were saying something to me.”

“it’s fine as i didn’t say much. tu es mignon.” (you’re adorable)

you didn’t even ask him to clarify what that meant when you saw his lips perk up. your brain was too fried to solve a riddle at moment so you laughed it off. why the hell did you have to like someone so mysterious???

before you knew it it was time to fix any hiccups before turning in your assignment. you were a total ball of anxiety while vivien sat across from you looking calmer than ever. how in the hell can he remain calm at a time like this??? was he not afraid of how you perceived him? did he have that much faith in you or—

“would you like to see what i came up with? or do you want to go first?” sigh. might as well go ahead and rip the bandaid off. sooner the better, right? “i’ll go first.” he nodded with a silent agreement as you turned over the portrait that you’d been working on diligently.

what he saw, as you drew, was a masterpiece. it was a thoroughly detailed close up of him with his usual calm expression surrounded by gears of various sizes. you saw him, or his mind, as a machine. precise, intelligent, and calculated. that’s how you saw vivien hugo.

“it’s beautiful. art isn’t for everyone but it’s suitable for you.”

all you could do was muster a quite thanks with a dopey grin on your face although you were completely over the moon. someone asking to have your art in the louvre wouldn’t have moved you as much as his praise.

“here’s mine. i think it’s very accurate.” there was a portrait of you smiling down at a butterfly that landed on your finger, almost something serene. he highlighted every detail down to your hairstyle, any jewelry you wore, and even your smile lines. you could almost cry honestly. the part that confused you was the brain or the cluster of butterflies fluttering in place of it. as if on cue he answered your question without it being asked.

“they’re my favorite. i find them to be beautiful and intelligent creatures. i didn’t see myself doing much aside from playing soccer upon my arrival, but…things changed.”

things changed? you still had no clue as to what he was getting towards with this.

“you’re a special person. i made this because that’s how i see you, beautiful and intelligent inside and out.”

oh.

his alarm went off at the worst time possible, signaling that it was time for him to leave before it got too late. once he walked out of the door you sat there speechless with many feelings in your chest. you never cared or bothered to ask anyone how they perceived you, but to have someone say that you’re the most beautiful person to them? that truly meant something. that night you could hardly sleep without replaying that very moment.

professor noa was highly impressed by the artwork and concept you two came up with. vivien quietly acknowledged you with a smile before excusing himself. how odd.

oh well. it was a friday night and you were proud of yourself as your hard work had paid off so why not binge that popular series you’d been meaning to watch? that was until you were startled by a knock at the door. you did a quick recap of the day not recalling anything about inviting someone over, but you opened it anyway.

“i didn’t want last night to be the last time we spent some time together. do you mind if i come in? i got us some eclairs to celebrate.” that night you and vivien sat on the couch for three hours cracking each up with the TV serving as background noise.

it’s already been a month since and you and vivien were still joined at the hip. chigiri and isagi never failed to irritate your eardrums with their famous ‘[name] and hugo sitting in a tree’ banter. it was so ridiculous that you couldn’t help but laugh at their antics while secretly enjoying the acknowledgement. you and vivien weren’t in a rush to date each. you two were just that close. the laughter was cut short once you felt a small buzz in your back pocket, opening your phone to some new messages from vivien.

you hearted his message, but what were you supposed to do with six hours of wait time?! what did he even want to give you? did he have anything to say to go along with it? the messages were so ominous that you had no clue what to expect. you could only hope and pray that time moved faster than the speed of light itself.

by the time 6:40 rolled around you were already hopping off of the train, damn near jogging on your way to the park. if your nerves weren’t fried earlier they’re definitely worse now.

‘he better have something good in return for making me wait all day or so help him god.’ you thought, taking a seat on the bench while awaiting his arrival, checking the screen that read 6:50.

“[name]?” “vivien! what was so important that you couldn’t tell me through text or at least in the hallw-” he held out a bouquet of flowers with a small bag of your favorites from the cafe. he didn’t waste any time getting to the point.

“i’ve come to realize that meeting you was part of my destiny. i find myself waiting for your name to appear on my screen or to hear your voice and be in your presence. it’s still a foreign feeling, but i know that i want you in my life. will you be my partner? please?”

immediately, you threw yourself into his arms with a lovesick smile plastered on your lips. how could you ever say no to him?

“i’m all yours, vivi.”

the next morning you found yourself walking with a little more pep in your step as your heart was still full from last night. you almost tripped over your own two feet when chigiri wrapped his arm around you with a smug expression. oh god.

“look at you coming up in the world.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean???”

“i heard about you and hugo.” that quick? you didn’t even tell anyone! “how did you even—”

“word spreads fast in the lower east.”

sigh.

vivian hugo x reader

the 5+1 times you call vivian big

cw: SEX in number 3, ANGST in number 4 x

a/n: i actually have no idea if this characterisation is right but liek. Its my interpretation and i like it so #yolo!! Give this man more screentime dafuq

read on ao3

<3

1.

“Woah, you are big.”

The words fly out of your mouth before you know it, as you look up and down at the stranger in front of you. 

This man is big. He’s not only tall, but evidently blessed with a bulky figure that is prominent despite his casual clothes, shoulders rounded and arms thick. It is no wonder why bumping into him felt like hitting a brick wall. His hand remains on your wrist, from which he’d grabbed when you’d stumbled back from colliding with him, hand equally big and grip as strong as he looks. 

“My apologies.” The stranger says, seemingly ignoring your comment, “I didn’t see you coming.”

“Uh, no, it was my fault, sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” 

The silence that follows is awkward, as is the way he continues to stare at you and hold your wrist. Any other day you’d be grateful for the opportunity to ogle this attractive man, but you can’t help but worry that you might actually be face-to-face with a creep, a big creep with an easy capability of knocking you out and kidnapping you.

“So, sorry again for bumping into you.” You say, starting to shuffle backwards, “I hope I didn’t… hurt you or anything. I’m going to go now!”

You move to pull your wrist away and try to walk past him, but this psycho suddenly pulls on your wrist to keep you close and tethered to him. You look up at him in shock at the sudden close proximity.

“What are you-”

“No need to apologise. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”

You frown at that, offended (even though he’s probably right).

“Okay, talk about having an ego. You don’t know what I could do.”

He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you, as if you’ve said something wrong, and it reminds you just how much he towers over you, just how big he is, and that you could potentially be in huge danger if you’re not careful.

“That’s not what I-”

“Listen, I’m not trying to pick a fight or anything-” You start to say, taking a step back to create some distance.

“I’m Vivian Hugo.”

“… Okay. Great. Listen, Vivian, I’m just trying to go home, so if you don’t need anything else, then I hope you have a great rest of your evening, alone!”

He finally decides to let you go, letting you speedwalk away from him as he stares at your disappearing figure.

Vivian sighs in defeat; that did not end the way he was expecting.

Weren’t you supposed to introduce yourself to him too?

2.

“You’re actually pretty big, huh...”

You mutter those words when he scores, the crowd bursting into cheers of elation, your friend included, and you think you should’ve brought earplugs.

It did not take long for the spies in your phone to start spewing Vivian Hugo all over your social media accounts. From compilation goal videos on YouTube to thirst edits on TikTok, Vivian Hugo was no longer just the weirdo you bumped into one night, but the pro footballer the rest of the world (except you) seemed to know him as.

The stars seemed to further align in favour of linking the two of you together, as following the end of your friend’s relationship, she’d told you about her now-spare ticket to a football game. You usually couldn’t care less about football, but had decided to go with her in comfort for her heartbreak, and it’s because you don’t give a rats tail about football that you didn’t bother looking up who exactly you’re going to be watching - which made the appearance of Vivian Hugo that more surprising, because out of all teams you’d be watching, of course it was his.

You’d somewhat gathered that Vivian was pretty popular, even outside of the football fan cult, but all the TikTok edits and multitude of thirst comments didn’t prepare you for just how many fans this man had, his name plastered on jerseys practically everywhere you looked. It’s both impressive and embarrassing, as you’re reminded of your encounter with him and how much of a fool you probably looked like. You hope he’s completely forgotten about it, unlike you.

But, the world truly does seem to have an agenda against you, as sometime after the match has finished, when you’re trying to look for a bathroom in this weirdly huge, maze-like stadium with misleading signs, a firm hand lands on your shoulder to spin you around, and you get deja vu as you’re once again face-to-face with Vivian Hugo.

Your jaw drops at the sight of him, but you can’t even say a word before he already starts talking.

“I did some thinking, and I wanted to apologise.” His hand remains on your shoulder.

“Uh…”

“I realise that I must’ve sounded rude, like I was insulting your strength. That was far from my intention. I’d meant to insinuate that I would take anything from you and only ever view it in a positive light. I apologise that it came out differently, it was meant to be a compliment.”

“Oh! I-”

“And I’d introduced myself not to boast my status, but in an attempt to get to know you. I realise now that my timing and approach was wrong. I apologise for that too.”

You’re speechless, eyebrows raised at his outburst, and once again you’re left just staring at each other, in this somehow empty hallway. You can’t help your eyes that slip down to his body, and when you see his outstretched arm, you’re reminded of his hand that’s still on your shoulder, your initial endearment over his apologies soon dissipating.

“That’s great that you’ve reflected on your less-than-normal actions. I’m glad you realise that you were being a bit creepy.”

“… Creepy?”

“But, maybe you need to do some more reflecting, because you need to stop-” You take his hand and pull it off of your shoulder, “Touching people like this! You did it that night as well, holding my wrist hostage, and I’m not sure if you realise, but the average person doesn’t appreciate a random stranger touching them unprompted like that.”

His eyes continue to stare at you blankly, though the more you look at them, they seem more scrutinising if anything, and you suddenly have the urge to run away from his analytical gaze, how vulnerable it makes you feel.

“You’re right.” He says, after a long silence, “It appears I did not reflect deep enough. Thank you for lending your intellect, it seems that my book is losing its effectiveness.”

“Oh…” That was not the answer you were expecting, and you’re not sure what he means with his book, “You’re welcome, I guess. You know, maybe you need new friends or something as well, I feel like you should know this kind of stuff at your age.”

“You know how old I am?”

You inhale sharply.

“You’re clearly very popular, it’d be hard not to know.”

“You didn’t seem to know who I was that night.”

“Well, much like you, I learnt something new after that night as well.”

“That’s good. My efforts weren’t completely in vain, it seems.”

“Efforts? For what?”

“To get to know you.”

“... Is this a joke?”

“Why would it be?”

“You don’t even know who I am.”

“Well, yes, that’s the point of getting to know someone.”

“Okay, but, why do you want to know me? I’m literally some random stranger.”

“Maybe you were before we met, but when we collided that night, I had a feeling. Feelings, much like everything in this world, are intentional. But my concern that night was how unfamiliar I felt with that feeling, and I can’t let it go unanswered. You’re clearly not a random stranger.”

“... So, I’m some sort of guinea pig?”

“No, you’re an unresolved part of my destiny.”

“... That does not sound any better.”

He snorts at that, and you’re not sure why, but you feel warm at the sound, witnessing his first sign of actual human emotion.

“I find you fascinating. I can’t read you at all.” Vivian steps closer at that, but it seems that he’s learnt his lesson, still maintaining somewhat of a respectable distance and not grabbing a part of you again,

“Will you let me get to know you?”

3.

“Fuck, you’re so big.”

Your voice comes out breathless, and your eyes flutter with furrowed brows as he thrusts hard into you, pelvis grinding against yours just before he pulls his cock back out, and all you can do is grab at his back, his arms, his neck, his hair; he completely crowds you with his frame. You whine when he starts to pound into you at a steady pace, tits jostling with every movement and back arching in bliss.

“Remember when you hated me touching you?” Vivian says, voice low but still teasing as he gropes one of your breasts, squeezing and twisting your nipple between his fingers.

“Hah-, I didn’t hate it, nngh~, but you really shouldn’t be touching random strangers like that, ah! Even if you’re interested in them, and especially if they’re a woman!”

Vivian moves to lift your legs onto his shoulders, and the new angle makes you press your head back into the pillow, your hands scrambling to grip the soaked bedsheets with a loud moan. He leans over you to push your knees into your chest, hips still unrelenting as they snap against yours, a contrast to the hand that caresses your cheek softly.

“I learnt my lesson, didn’t I? I only ever did that with you, anyway.” He whispers into your ear, and it makes you shudder.

“You better have, mffgh~, or I’ll chop your dick off.”

Vivian chuckles, before moving to grab both of your hands, interlocking your fingers to press them into the bed above your head. 

“Don’t worry, I’d never touch someone else like this.” He starts to thrust harder and quicker, hands gripping yours tightly, and you can only lay there and take it, whining and moaning as your face scrunches in pleasure, your core tightening with every rapid slide of his cock within your wet walls,

“You’re my one and only destiny, after all.”

And when he dips to bite and suck at your neck, you’re completely lost to him.

4.

“You’re too big now.”

You can’t bear to look at him, not wanting to see what expression graces his face, out of fear that it’s one of acceptance; Vivian has always remained calm and composed in tense moments like these on a football field, would he treat you the same as an inevitable fate? 

Just once, you wish he would fight for you.

“It’s too much. The paparazzi , the media, all the articles, the messages. I can’t even go outside like a normal person anymore. And you don’t… You never say anything about it. I know it’s not your fault, but can’t you see how much it’s affecting me? Affecting us? This isn’t just another simple thing that I’ll be able to get through, Vivian, this is how it’s going to be forever. And even worse the more popular you get.”

Your voice fades into a whisper, embarrassment suddenly plaguing your ramble at how pathetic you think you sound, for not being able to handle what so many other people do daily, what he has to deal with daily.

“I’m not built for this life, Vivian. Or maybe I am, but just not with you.”

Vivian inhales sharply at your last words, and you know it’s mean, but you’d intended it to be; you’ve seen so many other popular athletes and celebrities alike stand up for their partners, and sure, Vivian protects you physically in public against persistent paparazzi and fans (though, really that’s the bare minimum), but with the harsh and simply untrue words you see all over the media, a distinct majority being from his own fanbase, he leaves you looking like a fool with his silence. You know he’s only trying to be reassuring when he says that you can handle it, that the world wouldn’t throw you anything you couldn’t handle (or whatever other bullshit he wants to say), and that all that matters is that the two of you know the truth (“Everyone else is an irrelevant waste of energy that don’t deserve acknowledging.”), but you think you’ve finally reached your breaking point, especially when the current controversy involving you is one that has people thinking you’re cheating on Vivian.

If he’d just say something, said anything, sure, it’d wouldn’t fix everything completely, but it’d give you a better peace of mind, give you some sort of security and support that doesn’t have you deleting your social media accounts, blocking so-called friends who you’d thought would believe you, and simply avoiding going outside like some sort of voluntary prisoner, which in a sense you feel akin to.

“Vivian, I think this is the end.”

Even though it’s you initiating it, you can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes, and they only increase in size and frequency when he leaves the room.

(You don’t know it yet, but he’s gone to schedule a mass media conference for the next day.

But, even when he returns to comfort you and tell you about the conference, you stick to your guns, telling him that it’s too late, and that your relationship is ruined beyond repair. You’re officially breaking up with him; it’s over.

You get back with him 3 months later.)

5.

“Look how big you are.”

The winter night is cold and unforgiving, but its icy lashing is easily ignored by the warmth that protects you, a shield in the form of Vivian Hugo, as he stands behind you with your back pressed against his chest, his arms around your waist, with his coat zipped up around you both, his chin resting on the top of your head that pokes out. 

The two of you look up at the billboard, where his face and body is currently plastered on, advertising some sportswear brand - and boy does he look big, the compression shirt tight on his torso, thighs tense and corded with thick muscle.

“Are you fat-shaming me?” He jokes, and you scoff.

“Shut up, you know what I meant. You look hot, you always do.”

Vivian can’t help but smirk at your words, and his hands tighten around your waist.

“Do an underwear shoot next time.”

His smirk quickly goes deadpan, and he turns you around in his coat so that you face him, his eyes narrowing at the cheesy grin you look up at him with.

“You’re not happy enough with what you see at home?” Vivian asks, with a squeeze to your ass that makes you jolt with a yelp.

“I didn’t say that.” You refute, your hands going under his jumper to touch his abs, “But a professional shoot is different. The pictures are extra fancy, lighting all good to make you look extra ripped, and you have to do all those sexy poses, like, I don’t know, almost pull your boxers down.”

“You seem awfully familiar with these underwear shoots.”

“I’m not!” You laugh at his accusation, “I just see them everywhere, okay? I want to see you everywhere too. Clothed or not.”

“And you’re okay with that? Letting everyone see me almost pull my boxers down?” 

You press your lips together with a hum, pressing yourself against him to circle your arms around his torso instead.

“No, you’re right, I need to keep you all to myself as much as possible.” You peck the bottom of his chin, “Will you let me do an underwear shoot for you at home, then?”

Vivian sighs as he pulls you closer in an embrace, resting his cheek on top of your head.

“You know what they say, happy wife, happy life.”

“I’m not your wife, Vivian.”

“Mmm, not yet.”

You scoff into his jumper, trying to hide the blush that blooms on your face.

“It’s written in the stars, baby, it’s our next destined course of action.” He continues.

“There are no stars out today, baby.”

Vivian scowls when he looks up and sees that you’re telling the truth.

+1

“Wow, it’s so big.”

“What is?”

“Your blank book collection.”

You know about his collection, of course, but usually they’re scattered around the house or in his bag. Seeing them all together in one place as the two of you prepare to move houses makes you smile at all the different covers, some more colourful than the others, especially the ones you got for him.

“Well, of course.” Vivian says, moving to stand behind you and look over your shoulder at his books neatly placed on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Some situations are difficult to reflect on properly with the wrong kind of blankness. You taught me that.”

You look at him in question.

“What do you mean?”

“I used to only have one book.” He points at one of the books, “This one. This one’s the one I used for when we first met, and everything else before. But then you’d clocked me when we met again, said that I didn’t reflect deep enough, and you were right. That’d never happened before, so I thought maybe I needed a new book.” He points at another book, “And lo and behold, this book’s the one I used as I courted you. Clearly it worked. And ever since, I’ve been growing my collection, thanks to you.”

You go quiet as you think about the sentiment.

“Vivian, I love you.”

He’s surprised at your sudden proclamation, but he’s quick to repeat it back to you. The mood between you two has shifted, somehow, and it makes Vivian realise something.

“I have a surprise for you.” He says suddenly.

“Hm?”

Vivian goes to the closet to grab something, returning with his hands behind his back. 

“Vivian, you’re scaring me.”

He laughs.

“What have I ever done to garner that reaction?”

“You know damn well what-”

“But first, I need you to go to the last page of my blank book.”

“... Which one?”

“The first one I bought after meeting you.”

You turn to pick the book up, flipping to the end.

“What am I looking for-”

Your eyes widen at the sight, and you’re immediately turning to ask Vivian why the hell he’s written that- only to see him down on one knee. You gasp.

“It’s a premonition.” He says, “Look, even the book knew.”

“Vivian, I can recognise your writing, you wrote this!”

“Destiny works in mysterious ways, truly.” He continues, ignoring your words, “But, it’s because of it that I was able to meet you, and I couldn’t be more grateful.”

Your heart pounds in your ears, and you can’t even tell if you’re breathing anymore; you can’t believe this is actually happening, and right now.

“I’d actually planned to do this another day, with more… romantic plans, but when you said you loved me just now… It only felt right for me to do this now.”

Vivian takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. 

“I know I go on about fate and destiny… But I think even if I wasn’t fated to meet you, to fall in love with you, I would’ve fought it to make sure I did. When I realised that you were it, that there was no one else I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and,” He laughs at the memory bittersweetly, “When you broke up with me, I think I finally understood all those people who fight so hard for things that seem unattainable. I’d fight anything to be with you.”

He pulls his hand out from behind him to reveal a ringbox, and he opens it up towards you.

“I wrote those words in that book because that’s where and how we started, and those words are how I want us to end. So,

Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

<3

Yes i headcanon him having a blank book collection idk it makes sense to me!

Why and how the hell did i think of this? Idk. But i had sm fun writing it! And i hope you had fun reading it #my vivian hugo debut!

「 Destined to be 」

summary: Avoiding Vivian Hugo takes strategic planning and precise hall routes, all because his crimson hair triggers an instinctual, alarm-bell reaction tied to your toxic ex. But when Hugo directly confronts your avoidance tactics with quiet, unshakeable philosophical logic, your carefully built defenses begin to crumble.

word count: 4,622

warning(s): past relationship trauma, slowburn (idk if it can even be considered slowburn if it's only 4.6k words), high school au, (Name)'s friends are named Rose and Julie for plot reasons, ooc, reader denies their feelings, mild angst with a happy ending, lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: icl this is just 4.6k words of pure bullshit, I just keep adding on to scenes to the point it kinda drags on imo + it turned out more philosophical than I thought

It was irrational, absurd, and downright dumb—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you navigated the crowded high school courtyard during lunch.

You were a rational, high-achieving student. You didn't make decisions based on superstitious nonsense or petty biases. Yet here you were, executing a strategic, multi-step detour around the central fountain just to avoid Vivian Hugo.

The reason was completely unfair to him, and you knew it. Hugo had the exact same sharp, angular jawline, the same tall, unbothered posture, and—most damaging of all—the exact same fiery red hair as your ex-boyfriend. Every time Hugo entered your field of vision, your brain hit a massive alarm bell, flooding you with a mix of leftover resentment and instinctual dread: Danger. Abort. Turn back.

itoshi sae x reader . contents . art credits to owner

This is a revamped version of the original story I wrote on wattpad. You can check it out if you want. But this version is going to be the better one ^-^

BOOK 1 of INTERTWINED SERIES

CH1 , CH2 , CH3 , CH4

his mom would whisper that into his ear when he came home empty-handed after another football tournament, ruffling his hair as she assured him that the best victories simply took a little more time to achieve. his dad would repeat those same words with a knowing smile before gifting hugo something he'd been wanting for ages. sometimes his elder sister too would weaponize the saying when she monopolized the television, refusing to surrender the remote while a young hugo groaned dramatically because he was about to miss the latest episode of his favorite show.

it was a message deeply fixed in his brain, reminding him to stay patient when everyone else rushed ahead—to trust that delayed gratification always led to something greater. it allowed fate to arrange everything exactly the way it was meant to be.

and it resonated with hugo—it was perfect for his die hard belief in destiny and that everything happens for a reason.

it meant he never had to force anything, because what belonged to him would always find its way to him.

so then why were you standing at the altar? why were you dressed in the richest shade of white imaginable, the delicate fabric cascading around you like clouds spun from moonlight, making you somehow look even more ethereal than you already did? why were you staring at a different man with sparkles in your eyes that spoke deeper messages than you've ever uttered?

your lips curled into the same smile that hugo always longed for except this one was different. you were in love with someone else—you were smiling because of someone else.

the guests erupted into gentle applause as the officiant continued speaking, but hugo could not hear a single word. every voice around him blurred into meaningless noise, muffled beneath the violent pounding of his own heartbeat.

that man knew nothing about you.

he didn't know you the way hugo knew you since you both were young and kicking a worn out ball to each other under the blazing summer sun. he didn't know what books you've liked since childhood and he didn't know that you would read them all to hugo despite the endless complaints about normal books being "boring."

did he actually know anything about you?

or maybe hugo was the one who didn't actually know you.

but as he watched the other man reach for your hands with a tenderness he knew too well, hugo put all his faith in fate. you two were meant to be, and even if it took forever, he'd wait for you.

this wedding and this heartbreak was simply just another obstacle, another test which required all of his patience.

after all, good things come to those who wait longer.

so hugo waited and waited and waited.

he waited until months turned into decades. the colourful wedding bouquet you once held during your most special day was replaced by tiny hands clinging to yours. hugo watched your children grow taller each year from a distance. he observed how your beautiful hair gradually became streaked with grey and he observed how the years carve soft lines around your eyes.

you looked happy, undeniably happy.

sometimes, when your paths crossed by chance, you'd greet him with that same warm smile you'd always given him.

"vivien! it's been forever," you'd brightly exclaim as though forever wasn't xactly the amount of time he'd spent waiting for you.

after asking him curious questions about his life, you'd hug him goodbye, and he'd stand there long after you'd disappeared, convincing himself that the ache in his chest was merely another reminder that patience was a virtue.

one day, surely one day, you'd be his.

that one day never came.

instead, hugo found himself standing beneath a black umbrella on one rainy afternoon staring at a polished headstone, a bouquet of fresh lilies resting atop of it. your name was carved neatly into the stone. hugo stared at it for a very, very long time.

his umbrella slipped from numb fingers, rain soaking through his clothes almost instantly. hugo began weeping, his tears melting into the relentless downpour, impossible to distinguish from the rain that streamed down his face. years of quiet hope and unwavering faith poured out of him all at once.

waiting long enough had never been enough. it was already too late and you were gone.

fate was never going to confess for him. destiny was never going to reach for your hand in his place. instead of spending all those years trusting the universe to do the work for him, he could've simply made an effort.

hugo could've told you; he could've fought for you.

standing there in the rain, soaked to his skin and shattered beyond repair, hugo realized that fate never rewards those who wait. it rewarded those who made an effort for the things — and the people — they truly wanted before it was too late.

‘baby wya’ your phone rang, a text from your boyfriend, bunny iglesias.

you almost didn’t make it. between meetings and a schedule that seemed determined to ruin every plan you had made that week, attending the final race had become impossible.

by the time bunny secured the championship, you were still staring at your phone in a building that was hundreds of miles away, watching the celebration through short clips uploaded online.

the entire season had led up to this, and you weren’t there. you felt awful about it, but what can you do?

nothing, exactly.

by the time you finally arrived at the evening celebration, the venue was already crowded. music filled the room as team members laughed and drank alcohol together, cameras flashed every few seconds that just made the place feel overwhelming.

everywhere you looked, people were congratulating the newly crowned champion. made it easier to spot him.

bunny stood near one of the balconies overlooking the city lights. even from across the room, you could tell he’d already noticed you.

“you showed up.” his voice low, hinting surprise underneath it, making you pause.

you crossed the room before he could say anything else. his gaze stayed on you as you wrapped your arms around him.

the hug nearly knocked the air out of both of you.

“you won. congratulations bunny.” you murmured.

his arms tightened around you. “mhm, thank you amor.”

“you sound so casual.” you mumur under his chest.

“i’ve had a few hours to process it.” his hand on your hair, rubbing it slightly in circles.

“i’m proud of you.” you whisper,

the words seemed to affect him more than all the congratulations he’d received that night. his expression shifted slightly to a face that looked completely satisfied.

“thanks.”

you squeezed him one more time before attempting to pull away.

nothing happened, bunny wouldn’t let go. he remained completely comfortable.

“bunny.”

“amor?”

his grip wasn’t restrictive. he was just too stubborn to let go. the kind that had defined most of your relationship.

“i’ve had people congratulating me, shaking my hand and giving me a pat on the back, morning till night.” he squeezes you tighter before continuing, “but none of them are you. so let me have this.”

your heart immediately betrayed you.

“that’s unfair.” you sighed.

around you, the celebration continued uninterrupted. more people approached the champion every few minutes, so he had to let go of you.

bunny glanced toward the crowd, then back at you.

a familiar look crossed his face that made you immediately suspicious.

he slowly guided you toward one of the quieter hallways branching away from the main venue. the noise gradually faded behind you. music became distant and cameras disappeared.

you found yourselves standing near a quiet balcony overlooking the city.

for the first time all evening, nobody interrupted, nobody was there to interrupt.

nobody called his name, asked for photographs. it was just the two of you.

bunny leaned against the railing. below, city lights stretched endlessly across the darkness.

the silence felt nice.

“you really came.” he said.

you looked over, there was that sentence again. it was as if he still hadn’t fully accepted it.

“you’re making me sound like a bad partner.” you huffed, “i told you i’d come.”

“just thought you were busy.”

you frowned, “i was but not anymore.. why do you sound so surprised?”

he looked away briefly, a small shrug followed.

all the confidence bunny carried on race weekends, there were moments like this where he became unexpectedly honest.

“you missed the race. i just figured you’d be exhausted.”

the realization settled slowly. you understood that he hadn’t expected you to come. the amusement you’d seen earlier suddenly made much more sense.

you nudged his shoulder lightly. “you’re worth a flight.”

a laugh escaped him, making you smile. for a moment, neither of you spoke.

the city lights reflected in the distance. the celebration can be heard and continued somewhere behind closed doors.

beside you stood the season champion. the same person who somehow looked happiest now that the crowd wasn’t around.

bunny reached for your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours effortlessly.

“i love you,” he whispers.

he kisses you softly, leaning a little more onto you and no longer on the rails. you return the kiss with the same gentleness, holding onto him.

when you try to say i love you back, bunny doesn’t stop. he doesn’t give you the chance, making sure your words stay swallowed in as he kisses you even more.

“bunny—“

“i already know you love me. just keep kissing me.” he breathes heavily.