j2yin ‎˖ ࣪⊹۫꣑ৎ

i love tall nerds

[j2yin]

minor ,, idm 18+ blogs, however i wont interact with anything with a mature rating !! block me if needed !! she / her, istp, asean ᰔ fandoms : bllk, hxh, sakadays, lookism

reqs - closed (except for hugo hehe) ,, masterlist !

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[suupersonic]

ᨳ ๑ ˚ ⁎ ‎ 。ִ̇ silly dessert dividers

made by me / pls credit when using :] ty

[j2yin]

worth coming home to . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

hugo and you raising 2 children !! now your daughter has a little brother to play and banter with

a/n : i wanted to use more pics but i couldn't find any that were perfect for the scenario i thought of 😭😭 (and im hella picky with my choices ...) also this was a request from someone but i accidentally deleted it omd SORRY

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[j2yin]

Wait I don’t get how Hugo is a PXG member but then his character profile says he’s affiliated w Arsenal and everyone in the fandom is saying Hugo plays for Arsenal? There was a whole backstory of Hugo w Loki in PXG training grounds so when the helly did Hugo play for Arsenal 😭⁉️

ARSENAL LOST TO PSG BTW LOLLLLLL LMFAOAOAOAOAOA

HE DOES PLAY FOR ARSENAL !! the backstory of hugo and loki was in the training grounds for specifically france u18 representatives, not pxg

[j2yin]

hugo au where ur pxg’s manager and he’s a bit jealous …. >< ?? i just started reading the france match, i can’t believe i’ve been missing out on him UR AUS ARE FEEDING ME

come back to arsenal .ᐟ

you recently transferred from arsenal to pxg as their manager, but vivien hugo cant stop missing you :(

a/n : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST !! i really liked how this one turned out 🥹

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[chosology]

NAGI SEISHIRO — crybaby.

nagi's first impression of you was that you were a crybaby. and up until today, that hasn't changed.

the most vivid memory he had was during kindergarten when you both were five. he stood like a statue in between you and another girl who was about the same age, both sides of his arms being pulled like he was the rope in a tug-of-war. on his right, you were screaming, "nagi is mine!" while tears and snot streamed down your face. on the other hand (quite literally) was the other girl yelling back the same thing you screamed.

nagi didn't quite understand why you both were fighting over him. but seeing you in shambles like that made him feel uneasy, so he snatched his hand away from her and stood in front of you. "stop crying, it's annoying." he muttered, wiping your snot covered face with his sleeve. "you're such a crybaby, you know that?"

"but she tried snatching you away from me!" you wailed, more tears spilling as if your eyes held a waterfall captive. "i get it, i get it. i won't let anyone snatch me from you again, okay? i'm yours, so stop crying. you look ugly."

"you promise?" you asked, tears coming to a halt, though, you were still sniffling. nagi hummed in response, linking his pinky with yours. "it's a promise." he said. and seeing your beaming smile, warmth settled over his chest, little thuds echoing in his ears. your tiny hands were clasped together, little chubby fingers entwined tightly in each other's grasp. it could've been nothing serious back then, after all you both were children. but nagi never thought of it that way. for him, it was only you. even now, when you stood in front of him, fingers still locked between his, he was still yours.

"stop crying already, you look super ugly." nagi mumbled, holding back a smile as he watched you sob in your wedding dress. "i just—i can't believe we're finally getting married..!" your tears glistened under the bright lights, leaving a trail of happiness on your cheeks. "can't believe i'm getting married to a crybaby."

"can't you say something nice for once?" you pouted, trying to keep your tears in control. "yeah." nagi replied. "you're my crybaby. a beautiful one."

© chosology

[mayplepie0]

i’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings - ex!hugo texts

starring : ex!vivian hugo and reader

contents: angst no comfort, secret relationship(?), reader yearns for hugo, drinking/getting drunk, charles and loki cameos, jealousy

notes: they’re supposed to be in no contact btw. also pretend that y/n’s hoodie has hugo’s number & franchesca is beside her. maybe part 2 but idk how to continue this like this did not meet my expectations 🫩

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[j2yin]

can you do something where Hugo and reader are married and have kid and reader sends him pics of their baby or just their kid texting Hugo on readers phone :D thank you

missing my beautiful wife and daughter :(

texts with dad!hugo and his daughter and her mom (you !!) - no mature content btw, idk why it has a mature warning ugh ...

a/n : so sorry this took so long to make 😭😭😭 i hope u like it tho !! i think this was super tho cute ngl 🥺🥺

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[ka1rin]

It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) — The 1975

Hugo Vivian x Reader , genre: fluff , wc: 2k

Hugo Vivian knew that you always counted the steps whenever you walked upstairs.

Not consciously. You didn’t even realize you did it. But every single time, your lips would move soundlessly beneath your breath—one, two, three, four—until you reached the top.

And he noticed—of course he noticed, Hugo Vivian noticed everything about you.

He noticed how you always stole the marshmallows out of his hot chocolate even though you claimed you didn’t like sweet things.

How you tilted your head whenever you were genuinely listening to someone speak.

How your fingers curled around the sleeves of your sweater when you got shy.

How you pretended to hate physical affection, yet always gravitated toward him unconsciously — knees touching beneath restaurant tables, your head finding his shoulder during long car rides, your hand brushing against his like your body had memorized him long before your heart admitted it.

And yes—he noticed your habits while he’s playing too.

How you sat in the stands during his matches, legs swinging slightly as you watched him like it was the most normal thing in the world to be watching Hugo Vivian of the New Generation Eleven miss a pass and then immediately hear you laugh.

Not cruel, never cruel.

Just that soft, breathy laugh like you found him too human for his own good.

And weirdly? Hugo thought it was cute, annoyingly cute.

Even when it was directed at him.

Because every time he misjudged a pass or mistimed a press, he’d hear it.

Your laugh.

And instead of it shaking him, it would just make him click his tongue under his breath like—Seriously? You’re laughing?

Like you hadn’t just witnessed a New Gen Eleven midfielder miss a pass.

Like you didn’t know exactly how ridiculous that was supposed to be.

He’d glance up at the stands mid-match, eyes narrowing slightly.

And you’d be there—trying and failing to look innocent.

Hands covering your mouth.

Shoulders shaking anyway.

And Hugo would think, mildly offended but undeniably fond: Unbelievable. That’s my so-called supporter.

Because Hugo never knew what you were.

His number one fan?

Or his number one hater?

You were both, apparently.

And somehow, that made you his favorite person in the stadium.

Hugo Vivian noticed it all.

Because loving you had become instinctive.

You were his best friend. His favorite person. The first voice he searched for in crowded rooms and the last person he texted before sleeping. Somewhere between late-night drives and lazy Sundays spent tangled together on his couch, Hugo Vivian had fallen disastrously in love with you.

And the worst part was—he didn’t even know when it happened.

Maybe it was the night you fell asleep on his chest while rambling about your childhood.

Or when you showed up at his apartment at midnight because you “just wanted company,” and the two of you ended up dancing stupidly in his kitchen to old songs playing from his speaker.

Or maybe it was simpler than that.

Maybe Hugo Vivian was always going to love you.

He knew you hated thunderstorms despite pretending they didn’t scare you. Every time rain hit your windows too loudly, you’d suddenly find reasons to stay near him.

“Hugo,” you’d mumble softly from his bedroom doorway at two in the morning, oversized hoodie swallowing your figure whole, “can I sleep here tonight?”

And every single time, he’d lift the blanket beside him without hesitation.

“C’mere.”

You’d crawl into bed beside him quietly, your cold feet immediately pressing against his legs.

“You’re freezing,” he’d complain automatically.

“And you’re warm,” you’d reply, voice muffled against his shoulder.

Then Hugo would wrap himself around you like second nature.

Like your body belonged there, like you were destined to be with him.

Like it always would.

The terrifying thing about Hugo Vivian was how carefully he loved.

He memorized your coffee order after hearing it once.

He kept hair ties around his wrist because you were always losing yours.

He saved photos of things that reminded him of you — cats sleeping in bookstores, sunsets that matched the color of your eyes, little notes you absentmindedly scribbled on napkins.

And yes, he noticed your stadium habits too.

How you always leaned forward when he was about to receive the ball, like your body could somehow influence the play.

How your fingers fidgeted whenever the match got tense.

How you always relaxed the moment he started controlling the midfield properly, like you could actually feel when he “switched on.”

Hugo loved that most of all.

Not because you understood football like a tactician—but because you understood him, even when he didn’t say anything.

He loved you in ways so gentle you almost missed them, Almost.

But sometimes, late at night, you’d catch him staring at you with this unbearably soft expression. Like he was trying to memorize you before the world could take you away.

And your chest would ache so badly it frightened you.

Because no one had ever looked at you the way Hugo Vivian did.

Like he had discovered something sacred.

One evening, the two of you ended up on the rooftop of his apartment building, city lights glittering beneath the dark sky while music played softly from his phone. Some old song by The 1975 hummed quietly between you both.

You were wearing his jacket.

He noticed that too.

“You steal a lot of my clothes,” he said lazily, leaning back against the wall beside you.

You glanced at him innocently. “Maybe your clothes just like me more.”

Hugo laughed softly under his breath.

God, that laugh.

You’d spend the rest of your life listening to it if you could.

The wind brushed against your skin as silence settled comfortably between you. The kind of silence only existed between people who knew each other too well.

Then Hugo suddenly spoke.

“You know what I realized?”

“Hm?”

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

Your breath caught immediately.

He said it so casually. So softly. Like it had simply become fact.

Hugo turned to look at you then, his expression unfairly tender.

“I knew it the moment I started memorizing things about you,” he admitted quietly. “Like how you always count steps on stairs without realizing. Or how you laugh when I mess up even though you’re clearly trying not to.”

Your heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

“Hugo…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered quickly, almost smiling. “I just needed you to know.”

But you were already looking at him like he’d hung every star in the sky himself.

“You idiot,” you laughed shakily, eyes glossy. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

For a second, Hugo just stared. Then he laughed—soft and disbelieving and beautiful.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

The small grin that spread across his face nearly killed you.

And then he kissed you, slowly at first.

Like he was terrified you’d disappear if he moved too fast.

His hand slid against your jaw gently, thumb brushing your cheek while your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie. The kiss tasted like winter air and coffee and every late-night conversation you’d ever shared.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling so softly it made your chest ache.

“There you are,” he murmured.

“What?”

“The girl who laughs at me like I’m predictable.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “You are predictable.”

“Liar.”

“Okay,” you admitted softly, “but you’re my predictable.”

That made him go quiet.

Then Hugo pulled you closer by the waist, like the idea of distance suddenly annoyed him.

“You’re still annoying,” he murmured.

You smiled instantly. “But you love me.”

Hugo sighed like it physically offended him.

“…Unfortunately.”

And after that, loving Hugo Vivian felt easy.

Because he became the type of boyfriend who kissed your forehead every single time he passed by you.

The type who sent you voice messages saying “stop laughing at my passes” followed immediately by “I miss you.”

The type who still noticed everything—

How you counted steps.

How you stole marshmallows.

How you laughed when he missed a pass in midfield like you couldn’t help yourself.

And every time it happened, Hugo would just exhale through his nose, shake his head slightly…

…and play better the next time, not because he had to, but because you were watching.

Note: This might be my last post until early June because my schedule is PACKED and I’m going on vacation…T-T

But if I have some spare time, I’ll try to write more for you guys! I love you all :)

[blessingsinwinter]

˖Ი𐑼⋆ cute, cute, very cute | ft. itoshi sae

itoshi sae, whose girlfriend loves him loudly.

not in the embarrassing way. not in the clingy, overbearing way people always assume when they see you wrapped around him with your cheek pressed into his shoulder while he scrolls through his phone.

just openly.

like loving him is the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

at the beginning of your relationship, you used to ask before every touch.

“can i hold your hand?”

“is this okay?”

“do you want space?”

sae remembers the first time you asked if you could hug him.

you stood outside your apartment after your third date, fingers hooked behind your back, swaying slightly on your heels while looking at him with careful eyes.

not nervous.

considerate.

like you were trying to learn the shape of him before touching anything fragile.

“you can say no,” you told him quickly. “i just like hugging you.”

sae stared at you for a second. then said yes.

and you hugged him like it meant something.

not casually. not absentmindedly.

you wrapped your arms around him with this quiet sort of sincerity that made his chest feel oddly tight.

he remembers standing there thinking:

oh.

so this is what it feels like to be wanted gently.

months later, you’re practically melted across him on the couch while he rewatches match footage.

one of your legs thrown over his lap. your cheek against his shoulder. fingers playing lazily with the ends of his hair while he scrolls through clips on his tablet.

“you’re staring again,” he says without looking away from the screen.

“i know.”

“why.”

you hum thoughtfully, like this requires genuine analysis.

“i like your face.”

“that’s vague.”

“okay,” you murmur, shifting slightly so you can look at him properly. “you also have very delicate eyelashes.”

“. . .”

“they look soft.”

“they are eyelashes.”

“mhm. pretty ones." your thumb smooths against his temple. “they curl at the ends when you’re tired.”

sae finally glances at you then.

you’re looking at him with unbearable fondness. soft-eyed and completely serious.

like this is important information.

you smile a little when he looks back. “there you are.”

“what does that mean.”

“you disappear into your head sometimes.” another gentle stroke through his hair. “i like when you come back.”

something in his chest shifts quietly at that.

you always notice things.

small things.

the difference between his exhausted silences and his irritated ones. the way his shoulders loosen after a shower. how he taps his fingers against his leg when he’s thinking too hard about something.

you notice all of it like memorising him is instinctive.

and somehow, instead of making him feel watched, it only makes him feel known.

you’re always touching him when you’re alone together.

your hand in his hair. your face pressed into his neck. your fingers tracing slow shapes against his arm while you talk to him about whatever strange thought has crossed your mind that night.

you ask him questions at one in the morning while half asleep against his chest.

“do you think people stay the same forever underneath everything, or do they become entirely different versions of themselves every few years?”

or,

“if soccer never existed, what kind of person do you think you would’ve become?”

sometimes the conversations last for hours. sometimes they fade naturally into silence while your fingertips drift absentmindedly against his skin.

sae likes both equally.

especially because you never seem uncomfortable with quiet. you just like being near him.

and you love him so visibly.

that’s probably the part that unsettled him most in the beginning.

you never acted embarrassed by how much you adored him.

you looked happy when he walked into a room.

your entire face softened whenever you looked at him for too long.

you called him cute constantly, which had genuinely annoyed him at first.

the first time you said it, he thought you were joking.

“you’re cute when you’re irritated,” you told him one evening while he stared at you flatly from across the kitchen.

“that’s not a compliment.”

“to you maybe,” you’d replied easily.

the problem was that you always sounded so sincere.

you never called him handsome or hot. never used the kind of compliments he was used to hearing from other people.

only cute.

but when you said it, it sounded strangely precious. like you were calling attention to parts of him nobody else noticed.

sae gets home late most nights.

between training, media appearances, travel, and sponsorship obligations, exhaustion settles deep into his bones more often than not. there are days where he barely feels like speaking by the time he reaches the apartment.

and then he opens the front door.

there’s usually about two seconds of silence before he hears your voice from somewhere inside.

“sae?”

then the sound of quick footsteps.

the first time you slid around the hallway corner in socks, you nearly slammed directly into the wall trying to get to him faster. now he expects it.

“you’re going to hurt yourself one day,” he says automatically as you hurry toward him.

“probably,” you admit easily before wrapping your arms around his waist anyway.

you always hug him immediately after he gets home. like you’ve been waiting to do it all day.

your cheek presses against his chest while you mumble a quiet, “welcome home.”

it does something strange to him every time.

because nobody has ever said those words to him like they truly meant it.

like home was a person instead of a place.

his hand settles instinctively at the back of your head. “were you waiting long?”

“not really.”

he knows that’s a lie immediately.

there’s a blanket tangled on the couch and a book lying open beside it. one of the lamps is still on. you probably fell asleep trying to wait for him again.

when he points it out, you only shrug sheepishly.

“i wanted to see you first.”

you always say things like that so simply.

never expecting anything in return.

never making him feel guilty for being busy.

you have your own life. your own friends and routines and responsibilities. but somehow you still make space for him so naturally that being loved by you never feels heavy.

there are nights where you climb directly into his lap halfway through a conversation and bury your face into his shoulder without warning.

“hi,” you mumble against his neck.

“. . . hi?”

“pick me up.”

“you’re already on top of me.”

“properly.”

he sighs like you’re inconveniencing him, but his hands are already moving to your waist before he even finishes speaking.

you grin victoriously when he stands with you clinging to him like a koala.

“you’re needy.”

“and you adore me," you tell him with complete certainty.

sae looks at you for a long moment before answering.

“. . . obviously.”

your expression softens every single time he says things like that, no matter how casually.

like part of you still can’t fully believe he means it.

truthfully, sae doesn’t think he fully understands it either sometimes.

that someone can know him this well and still love him this gently.

sometimes he comes home and finds you asleep on the couch waiting for him.

those nights affect him more than he likes admitting.

he’ll walk into the apartment quietly and see you curled beneath a blanket with a book slipping from your lap, glasses slightly crooked from sleep while the lamp beside you casts warm light across your face.

you always try so hard to stay awake for him.

and always fail eventually.

he stands there for a moment just looking at you before setting his bag down.

“baby,” he murmurs softly.

you wake slowly every time, blinking at him with sleepy confusion before your entire expression changes the second you recognise him.

“sae . . .”

your voice is rough with sleep.

warm.

you sit up right away despite still looking half unconscious, reaching for him on instinct alone.

“you’re home,” you mumble, like you’d been thinking about that fact all evening.

he leans down automatically when your hands cup his face.

you stare at him for a second, eyes heavy-lidded as you look over his features carefully, thumbs brushing beneath his eyes.

“you look tired,” you whisper.

“long day.”

a small frown appears on your face for exactly two seconds before you lean forward and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

then another to his cheek.

then one to the corner of his mouth.

and then suddenly you’re kissing him everywhere with sleepy determination. gentle little kisses scattered across his face while your fingers slide into his hair.

his jaw.

his cheekbone.

the bridge of his nose.

back to his jaw again because you seem particularly attached to kissing him there.

“missed you,” you mumble between soft kisses.

sae’s hands settle around your waist as he lets you pull him closer. “you should’ve gone to bed.”

“i wanted to wait for you.”

“you fell asleep.”

“emotionally i was awake.”

he stares at you for a second while you smile sleepily against his face.

“. . . that doesn’t make any sense.”

“it does to me.”

you only continue kissing him afterward, warm and sleepy and impossibly affectionate while your fingers slide through his hair.

“you’re very clingy when you’re tired,” he murmurs quietly.

“mhm.” you admit. then you look at him carefully again, your expression softening almost painfully. “and you’re very cute when you’re tired.”

“there it is again.”

you hum sleepily against his face, smiling a little when his fingers slide beneath the blanket pooled around your legs.

“can’t help it,” you mumble. “you come home looking all worn out and pretty.”

sae gives you a look at that. “pretty?”

“very.” your thumb brushes slowly beneath his eye. “especially right now.”

your expression softens even further the longer you look at him.

it always does.

like every time you see him after being apart for a while, you still need a second to process that he’s actually there.

it used to make him uncomfortable.

now he thinks he’d notice immediately if you ever stopped.

you suddenly narrow your eyes slightly, head tilting as you study him with sleepy seriousness. “did you eat properly today?”

“yes.”

“protein and everything?”

“. . . yes.”

“good.” a tiny approving nod before you kiss his cheek again. “good boy.”

sae actually blinks.

slowly.

you don’t even realise what you’ve said at first because you’re too busy smoothing his hair back from his forehead.

then your eyes widen slightly.

“oh my god,” you groan. “pretend i didn’t say that.”

he stares at you flatly. “that’s difficult.”

you bury your face into his shoulder immediately, muffling a horrified laugh. “i didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“. . . right.”

“that was supposed to stay in my head.”

“you have concerning thoughts.”

“you’re literally sitting here letting me kiss you forty times in a row.”

“that’s unrelated.”

you laugh into his shoulder while he feels your face heating against his neck.

the worst part was that he could tell from the immediate horror on your face that it had genuinely slipped out by accident.

you peek up at him eventually, smiling sheepishly.

“you secretly liked it.”

sae doesn’t answer straight away.

because the annoying thing is ─ you’re right again.

he likes your hands in his hair.

likes the way your face lights up when he walks through the door.

likes being loved by someone who never makes him question it.

your fingers drift lazily along the back of his neck while your eyelids begin drooping again.

“sorry,” you mumble suddenly. “i know you’re probably exhausted.”

“i’m fine.”

“still.” your gaze flickers over his face carefully. “you work so hard.”

something in his chest twists quietly at the softness in your voice.

you say things so gently sometimes it catches him completely off guard.

before he can respond, you lean in again and press three tiny kisses to his jaw in quick succession.

it was affectionate enough to make his chest ache with it.

“cute,” you whisper against his skin.

another kiss.

“cute.”

another.

“very cute.”

sae exhales quietly through his nose while you smile against him. “you’re obsessed with me.”

“why wouldn't i be?”

sae looks at you for a long second after that.

then he finally sits properly beside you, letting you curl against his chest beneath the blanket. the moment he settles, you tuck yourself into him with a sleepy sigh, arms wrapping loosely around his middle.

comfortable. instinctive.

like your body already knows exactly where it belongs.

“there,” you mumble contently. “better.”

his hand moves instinctively to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair carefully as you tug lightly on his sleeve.

“sorry again,” you mumble drowsily. “you want quiet after practice.”

sae’s hand moves to the back of your head automatically, smoothing your hair down.

“this is quiet.”

you smile against him at that.

a few minutes later your breathing evens out again, sleep finally pulling you under for real this time.

the room falls quiet for a while.

just the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional sleepy kiss you press against whatever part of him is closest.

but right before you drift off completely, sae hears one last sleepy mumble against his shoulder.

“pretty cute . . .”

and despite himself, despite everything ─

his mouth curves slightly into your hair.

a/n (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ based on this lovely request.

© blessingsinwinter 𓏲ּ𝄢 .ᐟ please don't copy, modify, translate or take any of my work.

[j2yin]

so cute !!

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

it’s the smallest things about vivien hugo that you love !

warm streaks of the sun cascaded through the curtains as you and vivien shuffled around the apartment silently, boxes crowding the wooden floors. the new matching rings on both of your fingers glimmered, a sign of your recent wedding.

and now, it was time for you both to move out. vivien’s bedroom was the last room that needed to be packed, and unfortunately, he was a total hoarder.

“each item is a reminder of fate,” he tried to convince you, standing in front of the trash can so you wouldn’t throw away his old chewed on pencil from middle school. “they represent my development as destiny kept on pushing me forward.”

you rolled your eyes. “vivien, maybe just let me handle your room. i’ll make sure not to throw away anything football related.” he pressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to argue with you.

so there vivien sat, crossed legged on the cold wooden floor while he stared at you rummaging through his desk. “you’ve still got stuff from pre-school in here…” he heard you mumble as you picked up a few coloring books. you shook your head.

eventually, you reached his high school drawer, with dozens of notebooks upon notebooks stacked on each other. “do you still need these? you’re a pro-athlete now after all.”

vivien slid over and he glanced over your shoulder. “you can check. maybe some of them, just to keep common sense.” you nodded, beginning to flip open some of the spiraled notebooks.

after a good five minutes or so of scanning through chemistry notes, you suddenly paused. “what the—“ you stared at the page in front of you, with the same words over and over again.

your name. written in a variety of different pens and colors and thickness—some red, some blue, some black, some barely visible. but what you noticed was how neat your name was written compared to the sloppily written notes about diatomic numbers and hydrogen gas.

“vivien, uh, what, huh?” you sputtered. did you marry some sort of stalker? you blinked, eyes darting from the page to vivien.

he looked at the page. “i used to write your name in order to test out pens.” he said, expressionless. for a moment, you didn’t move. you didn’t react at all, actually. you didn’t know if you should sigh or cry.

you chose the latter, and tears began to pool at your eyes. “don’t cry over something like this,” vivien muttered, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb and kissing your cheek. “it’s barely even a cog in our fates.”

“it makes me happy that i was the first thing you thought of.” you sniffled. vivien shrugged, picking up a stray pen from the floor and reaching over to the notebook.

“there’s something i need to fix though.” he began to scribble on the page again, line after line. a rush of crimson bloomed on your cheeks, as did a grin.

on every name of yours he wrote, he added “hugo” at the end.

“it’s ridiculous how i didn’t predict how we would be married in the future, even though that’s the only logical answer for our fates.” vivien tsked, tossing away the pen.

you didn’t reply, instead cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

how you loved your stupid husband.

© 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 @/𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!

FINALS ARE FINALLY OVER, SUMMER BREAK TIMEEEEE !

[j2yin]

I SERIOUSLY ADORE YOUR SMAUS SOOOOOOO MUCH OH MY GOSH !! ESPECIQLLY THE HUGO ONES AND RIN SND BRORORO NAGI UOU DO FHEM SO WELLLLL SERIOUSLY NEVER STOP

THANK YOU SO MUCH HIIHIHHH!! honestly i dont write for any other character except for hugo anymore but yeah 😭😭

[j2yin]

I LOVE UR BLOG PLS MORE HUGO CONTENT (nerdy Hugo specifically coughcough) THE PEOPLE (me) ARE STARVING

He looks so stupid in this panel does he even form thoughts

HAHAHHA THANK YOU SOO MUCH!! i lose motivation very easily so i randomly disappear sometimes ... i also love nerdy hugo sm those and i try to make hugo always nerdy in my smaus tbh 😭😭 i'll probably try to make one dedicated to like school nerd hugo tho!!

[j2yin]

I LOVELOVE UR WORK PLEASE TAG WITH ‘BLLK SMAU’ OR ‘BLUE LOCK SMAU’ U NEED MORE ATTENTION FOR UR BEAUTIFUL WORKK 🤗🤗🤗

HEHEHHE TYSMM!! and yes ill be using that tag from now on :3

[if-loves]

hugo who uses your cheeks as his personal stress ball.

he's not actually stressed, he just likes squeezing your cheeks and watching your already cute face get even cuter by being smushed by his hand.

"mpffsh!!" (translation: let go of my face!!)

hugo also likes hearing you whine like that. could you really blame him for wanting to see you at your cutest?

(in his opinion, anyway... but then again, it's also the only one that matters)

[mayplepie0]

oh my god what do i say! - older brother loki texts part 2

starring: older brother!julian loki & little sister!reader , hugo x reader pre-relationship

contents: smau, crack, fluff. hints at reader being lactose intolerant at the end. loki is being sassy & overprotective. might be ooc. everything is basically just reader admiring hugo and gushing to loki abt it. hugo takes reader on a date. hugo uses “ma chérie” (my dear) & jolie (pretty).

notes: last text is after the msgs with hugo btw. yeah loki took it out of context LMAO. part 3 anyone 👀

part 1

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[hugosaegf]

hugo can't get enough of you ♡ ft. f!reader

♡ to say that hugo is obsessed with you would be a bit dramatic, you think? but no, this man is undeniably obsessed with you. he worships the ground you walk on and he treats you with so much care that you might think you're a real-life princess.

and he is soooo clingy!!!! everywhere you go, he is right behind you. going to get a glass of water, hugo is there with you incase you need help. plus cuddling can be such a nightmare because, oh, how he loves to put his entire weight on you. he doesn't see it as crushing you, he sees it as a way to pour all his love into your body.

but on the softer side, whenever he looks at you, he as the most lovesick expression on his face, no matter what you are doing. you could be eating, rambling, watching tv or reading a book and he will look at you like you hung the moon and the stars. his love for you has to be destiny, why else would he be so in love? he believes, no, he knows that you were made just for him as he was made just for you.

today is a special day.

it's the day of you and hugo's one year anniversary! so he the best thing he decided to do with you on this special day was take you to a carnival. it was perfect, he believes. nothing is more fun than playing games, riding rides, and trying all sorts of yummy foods with the love of you life.

the day went out perfectly, you rode rides and with hugo's luck won so many prizes! but there was one last thing you wanted to do, there was a food stall that served all sorts of desserts and you just couldn't resist. and as the whipped man hugo is, he got you whatever you wanted, no matter the price.

"oooh, baby, you have to try this one!" you tell hugo, giving him a spoonful of chocolate and strawberry ice cream with little chunks of white chocolate chips. he takes the spoon and puts it into his mouth. it's good, he thinks.

"it's good," he says as he looks at you, "it's very sweet." you giggle at the expression on his face, he has such a serious face for only just trying some ice cream.

you look down to your carton of ice cream, you face started to heat up, "thank you, vivian, for today," you look up back at him, with a sweet smile upon you face, "i had so much fun."

he smiles back at you, "of course, ma chérie, it's the least i can do for you." that is when he noticed a small bit of melted ice cream on you lip. he reaches over with his hand and wipes it off with his finger.

the two of you lock eyes. you felt you face get even hotter as his face was so close to yours.

"vivian..." you say in a hushed tone.

"you're so pretty, you know that?" hugo rubs his finger over the outer part of your lips. you both stare at each other for a moment, before he leans over and kisses you mouth.

you didn't waste any time and deepened the kiss with him, putting you arms around his shoulders, accidentally knocking over the rest of you ice cream, but you didn't care. all you cared about right now as kissing your boyfriend.

hugo pulls away and notices how you knocked your ice over. "ma chérie, you knocked you ice cream over, you silly girl."

if there is one thing to know about vivian hugo, is that he is totally and disgustingly in love with you ♡

a/n. this is so cringe im gonna die