hey girl heyyy!!! I absolutely adore your hugh x reader fics!! I was wondering if you could give your take on him and the reader are doing the GQ Couple Quiz bc I KNOWWWW that man would get every question right 🫶🏾🫶🏾
SUMMARY: after starring in X-Men (2000) with your fiancé, you're quizzed on each other in an GQ interview!
contents: fluff, f!reader, set in the 2000s—pretend GQ existed lmfao, u and hugh are engaged and so so so in love, you play ororo in the movie but that detail's not important
You smile brightly, waving at the camera. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N and I play Ororo Munroe, or Storm in the new X-Men movie," you turn to Hugh, your smile still strong.
"And I'm Hugh Jackman, I play Logan Howlett, or Wolverine," he says. "And we're here to take the GQ Couple Quiz."
You look at him, giggling softly—the gooey, in-love look he always gives you never fails to set butterflies off in your tummy. "I wanna go first," you say.
He nods, leaning back relaxedly in his chair. "Sure, hun. You can go first."
You peruse through the large deck of cards in your hand, deciding which question you want to begin with. "What did I want to be when I was little?"
You look at him expectantly as he thinks. You know he's faking it, of course. He knows you like the back of his hand—but what entertainment would this interview be if he answered in 2 seconds?
"Well, when you were 8, you wanted to be a veterinarian. Then at 12 you wanted to a professional soccer player—even though you'd never touched a soccer ball in your life. Then at 16 you decided you wanted to start acting. And here we are."
He flashes you a cocky smile. "Was I right, darling?"
"Oh, shut up," you laugh softly. "Yes, yes, that's correct. Bastard."
"You love me." You roll your eyes, and he only winks at you. "How many points do I get, my love?"
You huff. "I was going to give you 1, but for the attitude, you only get 0.5."
He tuts. "Cruel woman. Next question," he murmurs, knowing you don't mean it—you're so down bad, you'll give him a full point no matter what.
"Hmm..." you worry your lip as you thumb through your card deck. "Ooh! Okay, if I were going into the city for the day, what would I wear?"
His eyes bug out as he lets out a disbelieving laugh. "Like, your dream outfit? Or items you actually have?"
"Something, like...yeah, items I actually have."
He rubs his chin, sighing heavily. "I'm thinking...maybe a red dress or a red top and a jean skirt. One of those obnoxiously big leather jackets that you love so dearly, and some high-rise boots or sneakers. Lots of jewelry, too."
You shake your head. "I hate you."
"What?!" he barks out a laugh, looking at you. "Was I wrong?"
"No! You were spot on, that's the problem," you whine, unable to contain your big smile. "You know me far too well, Hugh."
He grins, patting your knee softly. "Means I'm doing my job right."
As your turn progresses, you throw questions at him, eyes wide in disbelief as he gets each and every one right.
"What's my go-to ice cream order, no matter where we're ordering?"
"Medium cup of cotton candy at most places, but if we're at that local place by your childhood home, you always get coffee flavor."
"What is the name of the shade of my favorite lip gloss?"
"Where do I want to go for our honeymoon?" You ask finally with a bright smile.
He reciprocates your grin, his pupils wide with love. "You're torn between Bora Bora and the Maldives, but I know you're going to pick the Maldives."
With red cheeks and loving eyes, you nod. "Correct again," you murmur. "Can I give you a hug— can I give him a hug, please?"
When the producer nods behind the camera, you giggle walking over to his chair and throwing your arms around him. He chuckles, thick arms snaking around your waist. His big hands sprawls over the small of your back. "Did I win?"
You breathe out a laugh, playfully shoving his face with your palm. "You got 32 out of 32."
His grin turns cocky as he presses a kiss to your cheek. "Well, what'd you expect?"
You squeal. "Shut up, Hugh!"
