should i keep my current pfp and keep my theme purple or should i make it my yumeship/self-ship bc this is an "x reader" blog and therefore open my account to more aesthetic combinations?
yumeship or oc pfp i need to make everything pretty before i post my next fic
summary: your other relationships with the ng11s didn't go so well... until you met vivian hugo, the man who changed everything.
a/n: this came to me in a dream /hj umm first time posting a fic i'm ngl
CW: relationship failures, slightly suggestive content (i'm sorry for making bunny evil), angst when it comes to the reader's thoughts, i promise this is fluff with hugo. i'm calling it football in this bc it makes more sense than soccer and also i'm watching the WC so i'm in the mood
does destiny exist?
it's hard to think so considering how your past relationships ended. honestly, you should get a participation award. you must've pissed somebody off in a past life to deserve this.
as an employee for a large international fashion brand that worked closely with sports, you've met many players throughout your time there. football players were your largest demographic.
you'd never been a huge football fan; you barely knew the game outside of "people kick balls and hands are a no no". but the players liked to talk, so you learned more about it through them. it was nice hearing about something people are so passionate about. football was life to these people. it was a refreshing change of pace. after all, your introduction to football wasn't the kindest.
it all started in japan when you were 11. your parents had booked a trip there and spent their time learning japanese and teaching you how to speak it as well. when you guys finally went, it was a lot of fun. your mom sucked at japanese, so your dad took over most of the talking while you got to stand there and look pretty (thank god, you didn't want to interact anyways).
at some point, you'd been given freedom to explore the nearby area. you were wandering around, forbidden from going too far, when you came across a boy your age practicing football. he had uniquely styled reddish brown hair with striking teal eyes, and a smaller and younger boy with the same eyes and dark green hair watched him with admiration.
you watched in fascination as well. his footwork was incredible. you'd never seen a football player up close, let alone one your age. so when you saw him, you were blown away. he noticed you quickly, and called you out for staring. that's where your relationship with sae itoshi began. he was your first love and your introduction to football. two years later, he moved to spain for a football academy.
neither of you ever said it out loud, but you both knew there was something there. he'd kissed you before he left for spain. you said you'd wait for him. you did, but you didn't realize a game could change someone so completely. sae unofficially broke up with you by 15 (unofficially, because you never dated). you should've expected that he'd do this eventually, he'd never asked you to be his, but it hurt so bad.
that same year, you had your internship with your current company. you'd been lucky to get it so early. you were immediately thrust into the life of interacting with foreign players, a job you loved. from there, you met bunny iglesias with his soft lavender hair with vibrant red eyes and a sideways cross shaped scar across his face. he was handsome, tall, and mysterious. so began your unraveling.
he'd spent all summer flirting with you. it was hard to resist a hot spainard being so openly interested in you, and it'd been forever since a guy showed interest in you. it was probably a bad idea to trip all over yourself after being so devastated by sae, but being a teenager was about dumb romantic decisions. bunny had the potential to be the one, right?
not only did bunny iglesias lead you on, but after he got what he wanted from you, he GHOSTED you. what the fuck man? isn't spanish supposed to be the language of love??? bunny clearly did not get the memo, because a whore's love means nothing.
the worst part is that you should've seen it coming. bunny always hated happiness. he said it made him want to die. and despite your heartbreak with sae, you'd stayed full of joy and whimsy, something that bunny pointed out constantly. it should've been a compliment, but from a guy like bunny iglesias, your misery is what makes him smile.
but out of all of them, michael kaiser broke your heart the most. he was an upcoming star when you met him, someone who'd been scouted recently and was making a name for himself. you'd met him the same time you'd met bunny, but michael never made a move the way bunny did. and with bunny preoccuping your thoughts, michael didn't have much of a chance to start with.
you guys got closer as time went on. you texted frequently. you were friends before he confessed to liking you, and the two of you started dating. you supported his career the most, being genuinely happy and proud when he succeeded.
he was your first boyfriend. the first person to ever put a label on it and be serious about it. neither of you had experience, you were both awkward teens. your first date ended with you both being rained on, your first kiss was shy, your first time together was a massive trial and error. yet it never made your love falter. you fought everyday to make it work, and he learned to trust you with his feelings.
you guys worked until you didn't.
michael loved you dearly. you both knew that. but the issue was that he didn't think he deserved forever, and he knew you wanted forever. so he left before he promised you anything.
in a way it was mercy. he was letting you go, allowing you to move on and find somebody worthy. but it wasn't what either of you wanted. you cried, you argued, and you both said "i love you" before finally splitting up. his fear of messing it up made him dump you before he could make you hate him. nothing you said would've changed his mind.
michael moved on faster than you did. he started dating some model two years later, and that fact became public because she threw a fit when he dumped her. funny how none of the relationships after you lasted.
he'd become a player to the public, someone who couldn't make a relationship last a year, but you knew better. the michael in those relationships wasn't the michael you had, and for a while you'd haunt yourself with that knowledge, wondering if he'd ever come back.
would he realize he was wrong? was something you asked daily. at some point you gave up on that hope. he told you he was gone, and begged you to move on. he'd moved on, so it was time for you as well.
except you couldn't. after three failed romances, you'd convinced yourself you were unlovable. you kept their hearts warm until they discarded you for something they actually wanted. sae wanted his career, and he saw you as an obstacle in it. bunny wanted sex, and once he got it he left to go find another to seduce. michael wanted love, but didn't know how to receive everything that came with it and he ran away out of fear. every man that showed the slightest interest in you dipped.
you were soooo done with men. one more soul crushing breakup like michael and you'd never recover emotionally. the funny part about your exes is that all of them became part of new generation 11. ironic that you'd been involved with three of them. you met lorenzo and loki too, but they were just friends who treated you kindly and even suggested people you could date.
but one magical day, you met vivian hugo. someone who changed your life. it's an ordinary day that started with stress. some player was coming in for fitting adjustments because somebody in design fucked up his measurements, which meant more paperwork for you. you're annoyed since the week has already been rough with the english team complaining, the german team flying in (meaning you would have to avoid michael at all costs), the spanish team not liking their outfits, and now a french player having to be refitted by you because apparently no one else is competent.
you took a deep breath, resting your hand on the handle. you've got this. you're definitely not about to meet a scary player who will curse you out and maybe ruin your day. everything is fine. the french are friendly, right? with a dose of self-confidence, you pushed the door open.
football players are always so tall and muscular. yeah, that's the point of the sport, but it still freaks you out. especially since the man in front of you has burgundy hair with the most empty black eyes you've ever seen. he looked serious, but not unfriendly. he studied you carefully, eyes scanning you up and down. you couldn't tell if he was unimpressed, uninterested, or something else.
"um... hello." you said awkwardly.
"hello." he tilted his head. "are you here to fix my suit?"
"yes. we have to get the measurements done now so the tailor can fix it before your event tonight."
he paused, then nodded. "i apologize for the inconvenience."
"you're fine, its nothing to be sorry for. our design team messed up, so its our fault we have to rush." you held out a measuring tape. "extend your arm, please." he did as you asked. he was surprisingly obedient; most players argued or got impatient. he was silent the whole time, his abyss of eyes following you around as you moved.
"you're very beautiful." he blurted.
"oh." you paused, unsure of how to respond for a second. "thank you. i wasn't expecting that."
he hummed. another moment of silence before: "do you believe in destiny?"
you looked up from where you were measuring his legs. "what?"
"destiny. do you believe in it?"
"i'm... not sure i follow."
he pointed up at the ceiling, gazing up like he was looking at something beyond it. "every human is born with traits that make them suitable for something. that means they have a role to play and straying from this leads to unnecessary struggle."
"so we all have a path to follow?"
"precisely." he tilted his head again, "so do you believe in destiny? because i do. and i believe that destiny led us to meet today."
"...how?" you asked, nervously sorting a pile of books that didn't need to be sorting.
"isn't it obvious? we're fated to meet and fall in love."
you turned toward him slowly. "excuse me?"
"i'm in love with you."
"WHAT." you cleared your throat. "are you serious?"
"of course. why would i lie?"
"we don't even know each other."
"we can start. i'm vivian hugo. and you are?"
"i'm [full name]. nice to meet you as well. so like... why are you in love with me exactly?"
"you're pretty, kind, and competent. you are well-suited to the role you currently play and i admire that about humans. everybody should be more like that." vivian said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. "destiny has brought us together."
"right... well i'm all done now, and i will be off. cya, i guess?"
"can i have your number?" jesus, he was persistent.
"...fine. you may." full of suspicion and against your reasonable mind, you gave him your number. despite how cold he looked, he was surprisingly sweet. and determined. and also way more expressive and emotional than he seemed???
he had the most stoic face in the universe, but he beeped when he backed up like a car (who are you warning?? there is nobody behind you at the moment you're just walking backwards dude). once time he stuck his tongue out at you and said "bleh" so seriously you laughed. vivian had more of a personality than he seemed to. it showed with his passion for football, how frequently he talked about destiny, and his admiration for his teammates. he spoke about loki so highly you almost admired him too.
weirdly enough, vivian was content with being #2. instead of wanting to be the best in the world, he wanted to be #2 and control the whole playing field as a midfielder. it was a huge change of pace from the other players you'd met. it was like finding gold among pretty rocks.
he was still on with that "we're meant to be together, it came to me in a dream blah blah blah" stuff, but knowing more about him made you realize he was serious and not love-bombing. he genuinely believed you were somebody he was supposed to be with. you worried he might die if destiny failed him with how much pressure he puts on it.
vivian hugo was a passionate man. he slipped through your defenses when you least expected it and snuck his way over to your heart. still, the idea of falling for someone again was terrifying. what if he WAS love-bombing you? what if this was all a setup? you'd push him away sometimes just to see if he'd get tired and leave.
he didn't. he never did. which was annoying considering you wanted him to be evil so you had a reason to shut him out completely. his patience with you was infuriating as well. you'd snap at him, tell him to go away, say that you know he's faking it, and not speak to him for a bit. and he always came circling back like a damn boomerang. one time he mailed you flowers because you were mad at him for something stupid. another time he showed up at your door with chocolates and a teddy bear (which is insane considering he was supposed to be out of the country at the time).
"why do you do it?" you asked one day, curled up on the couch wrapped in warm blankets.
"do what?" vivian asked, stirring honey into freshly brewed tea because you were starting to get sick and he knew you liked your tea with honey.
"why do you stay?" it sounded silly but you had to get that weight off your chest. you had to know his motives.
he clinked the spoon against the cup to remove the extra liquid before placing it in the sink. he looked over at you. "because you're important to me."
"you didn't say i'm your destiny."
he frowned, "[name], i've said you're my destiny multiple times. it doesn't mean anything to you, so i opted for something different this time." he leaned forward, pulling up his sleeves to wash the dishes. "but look at us. i'm here, aren't i? i'm always here. i'm not leaving, not just because you are my destiny, but because i love you and i value you as a person."
tears welled up in your eyes. all you'd ever wanted was for someone to see and love you. "do you promise?"
"i do."
"do you pinky promise though?"
"of course."
you held up your pinky. "swear it."
a smile tugged at his lips as he mimicked your hand motion. "i swear."
"...can i have a kiss with that promise?"
"i thought you'd never ask." he came over, carefully bringing your tea with him. he set it down on the table carefully before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips. it was warm and comforting, a silent vow of love and trust.
"thank you for choosing me." you murmured against his lips.
"i will choose you everyday for as long as you let me." you let yourself believe him. because vivian hugo was a man of his word, and he'd proven himself to you time and time again.
perhaps destiny was a real thing. either way, you're grateful that the universe brought him to you.
a/n: ty for reading!!! this was so fun to write, i might make more in the future
summary: your other relationships with the ng11s didn't go so well... until you met vivian hugo, the man who changed everything.
a/n: this came to me in a dream /hj umm first time posting a fic i'm ngl
CW: relationship failures, slightly suggestive content (i'm sorry for making bunny evil), angst when it comes to the reader's thoughts, i promise this is fluff with hugo. i'm calling it football in this bc it makes more sense than soccer and also i'm watching the WC so i'm in the mood
does destiny exist?
it's hard to think so considering how your past relationships ended. honestly, you should get a participation award. you must've pissed somebody off in a past life to deserve this.
as an employee for a large international fashion brand that worked closely with sports, you've met many players throughout your time there. football players were your largest demographic.
you'd never been a huge football fan; you barely knew the game outside of "people kick balls and hands are a no no". but the players liked to talk, so you learned more about it through them. it was nice hearing about something people are so passionate about. football was life to these people. it was a refreshing change of pace. after all, your introduction to football wasn't the kindest.
it all started in japan when you were 11. your parents had booked a trip there and spent their time learning japanese and teaching you how to speak it as well. when you guys finally went, it was a lot of fun. your mom sucked at japanese, so your dad took over most of the talking while you got to stand there and look pretty (thank god, you didn't want to interact anyways).
at some point, you'd been given freedom to explore the nearby area. you were wandering around, forbidden from going too far, when you came across a boy your age practicing football. he had uniquely styled reddish brown hair with striking teal eyes, and a smaller and younger boy with the same eyes and dark green hair watched him with admiration.
you watched in fascination as well. his footwork was incredible. you'd never seen a football player up close, let alone one your age. so when you saw him, you were blown away. he noticed you quickly, and called you out for staring. that's where your relationship with sae itoshi began. he was your first love and your introduction to football. two years later, he moved to spain for a football academy.
neither of you ever said it out loud, but you both knew there was something there. he'd kissed you before he left for spain. you said you'd wait for him. you did, but you didn't realize a game could change someone so completely. sae unofficially broke up with you by 15 (unofficially, because you never dated). you should've expected that he'd do this eventually, he'd never asked you to be his, but it hurt so bad.
that same year, you had your internship with your current company. you'd been lucky to get it so early. you were immediately thrust into the life of interacting with foreign players, a job you loved. from there, you met bunny iglesias with his soft lavender hair with vibrant red eyes and a sideways cross shaped scar across his face. he was handsome, tall, and mysterious. so began your unraveling.
he'd spent all summer flirting with you. it was hard to resist a hot spainard being so openly interested in you, and it'd been forever since a guy showed interest in you. it was probably a bad idea to trip all over yourself after being so devastated by sae, but being a teenager was about dumb romantic decisions. bunny had the potential to be the one, right?
not only did bunny iglesias lead you on, but after he got what he wanted from you, he GHOSTED you. what the fuck man? isn't spanish supposed to be the language of love??? bunny clearly did not get the memo, because a whore's love means nothing.
the worst part is that you should've seen it coming. bunny always hated happiness. he said it made him want to die. and despite your heartbreak with sae, you'd stayed full of joy and whimsy, something that bunny pointed out constantly. it should've been a compliment, but from a guy like bunny iglesias, your misery is what makes him smile.
but out of all of them, michael kaiser broke your heart the most. he was an upcoming star when you met him, someone who'd been scouted recently and was making a name for himself. you'd met him the same time you'd met bunny, but michael never made a move the way bunny did. and with bunny preoccuping your thoughts, michael didn't have much of a chance to start with.
you guys got closer as time went on. you texted frequently. you were friends before he confessed to liking you, and the two of you started dating. you supported his career the most, being genuinely happy and proud when he succeeded.
he was your first boyfriend. the first person to ever put a label on it and be serious about it. neither of you had experience, you were both awkward teens. your first date ended with you both being rained on, your first kiss was shy, your first time together was a massive trial and error. yet it never made your love falter. you fought everyday to make it work, and he learned to trust you with his feelings.
you guys worked until you didn't.
michael loved you dearly. you both knew that. but the issue was that he didn't think he deserved forever, and he knew you wanted forever. so he left before he promised you anything.
in a way it was mercy. he was letting you go, allowing you to move on and find somebody worthy. but it wasn't what either of you wanted. you cried, you argued, and you both said "i love you" before finally splitting up. his fear of messing it up made him dump you before he could make you hate him. nothing you said would've changed his mind.
michael moved on faster than you did. he started dating some model two years later, and that fact became public because she threw a fit when he dumped her. funny how none of the relationships after you lasted.
he'd become a player to the public, someone who couldn't make a relationship last a year, but you knew better. the michael in those relationships wasn't the michael you had, and for a while you'd haunt yourself with that knowledge, wondering if he'd ever come back.
would he realize he was wrong? was something you asked daily. at some point you gave up on that hope. he told you he was gone, and begged you to move on. he'd moved on, so it was time for you as well.
except you couldn't. after three failed romances, you'd convinced yourself you were unlovable. you kept their hearts warm until they discarded you for something they actually wanted. sae wanted his career, and he saw you as an obstacle in it. bunny wanted sex, and once he got it he left to go find another to seduce. michael wanted love, but didn't know how to receive everything that came with it and he ran away out of fear. every man that showed the slightest interest in you dipped.
you were soooo done with men. one more soul crushing breakup like michael and you'd never recover emotionally. the funny part about your exes is that all of them became part of new generation 11. ironic that you'd been involved with three of them. you met lorenzo and loki too, but they were just friends who treated you kindly and even suggested people you could date.
but one magical day, you met vivian hugo. someone who changed your life. it's an ordinary day that started with stress. some player was coming in for fitting adjustments because somebody in design fucked up his measurements, which meant more paperwork for you. you're annoyed since the week has already been rough with the english team complaining, the german team flying in (meaning you would have to avoid michael at all costs), the spanish team not liking their outfits, and now a french player having to be refitted by you because apparently no one else is competent.
you took a deep breath, resting your hand on the handle. you've got this. you're definitely not about to meet a scary player who will curse you out and maybe ruin your day. everything is fine. the french are friendly, right? with a dose of self-confidence, you pushed the door open.
football players are always so tall and muscular. yeah, that's the point of the sport, but it still freaks you out. especially since the man in front of you has burgundy hair with the most empty black eyes you've ever seen. he looked serious, but not unfriendly. he studied you carefully, eyes scanning you up and down. you couldn't tell if he was unimpressed, uninterested, or something else.
"um... hello." you said awkwardly.
"hello." he tilted his head. "are you here to fix my suit?"
"yes. we have to get the measurements done now so the tailor can fix it before your event tonight."
he paused, then nodded. "i apologize for the inconvenience."
"you're fine, its nothing to be sorry for. our design team messed up, so its our fault we have to rush." you held out a measuring tape. "extend your arm, please." he did as you asked. he was surprisingly obedient; most players argued or got impatient. he was silent the whole time, his abyss of eyes following you around as you moved.
"you're very beautiful." he blurted.
"oh." you paused, unsure of how to respond for a second. "thank you. i wasn't expecting that."
he hummed. another moment of silence before: "do you believe in destiny?"
you looked up from where you were measuring his legs. "what?"
"destiny. do you believe in it?"
"i'm... not sure i follow."
he pointed up at the ceiling, gazing up like he was looking at something beyond it. "every human is born with traits that make them suitable for something. that means they have a role to play and straying from this leads to unnecessary struggle."
"so we all have a path to follow?"
"precisely." he tilted his head again, "so do you believe in destiny? because i do. and i believe that destiny led us to meet today."
"...how?" you asked, nervously sorting a pile of books that didn't need to be sorting.
"isn't it obvious? we're fated to meet and fall in love."
you turned toward him slowly. "excuse me?"
"i'm in love with you."
"WHAT." you cleared your throat. "are you serious?"
"of course. why would i lie?"
"we don't even know each other."
"we can start. i'm vivian hugo. and you are?"
"i'm [full name]. nice to meet you as well. so like... why are you in love with me exactly?"
"you're pretty, kind, and competent. you are well-suited to the role you currently play and i admire that about humans. everybody should be more like that." vivian said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. "destiny has brought us together."
"right... well i'm all done now, and i will be off. cya, i guess?"
"can i have your number?" jesus, he was persistent.
"...fine. you may." full of suspicion and against your reasonable mind, you gave him your number. despite how cold he looked, he was surprisingly sweet. and determined. and also way more expressive and emotional than he seemed???
he had the most stoic face in the universe, but he beeped when he backed up like a car (who are you warning?? there is nobody behind you at the moment you're just walking backwards dude). once time he stuck his tongue out at you and said "bleh" so seriously you laughed. vivian had more of a personality than he seemed to. it showed with his passion for football, how frequently he talked about destiny, and his admiration for his teammates. he spoke about loki so highly you almost admired him too.
weirdly enough, vivian was content with being #2. instead of wanting to be the best in the world, he wanted to be #2 and control the whole playing field as a midfielder. it was a huge change of pace from the other players you'd met. it was like finding gold among pretty rocks.
he was still on with that "we're meant to be together, it came to me in a dream blah blah blah" stuff, but knowing more about him made you realize he was serious and not love-bombing. he genuinely believed you were somebody he was supposed to be with. you worried he might die if destiny failed him with how much pressure he puts on it.
vivian hugo was a passionate man. he slipped through your defenses when you least expected it and snuck his way over to your heart. still, the idea of falling for someone again was terrifying. what if he WAS love-bombing you? what if this was all a setup? you'd push him away sometimes just to see if he'd get tired and leave.
he didn't. he never did. which was annoying considering you wanted him to be evil so you had a reason to shut him out completely. his patience with you was infuriating as well. you'd snap at him, tell him to go away, say that you know he's faking it, and not speak to him for a bit. and he always came circling back like a damn boomerang. one time he mailed you flowers because you were mad at him for something stupid. another time he showed up at your door with chocolates and a teddy bear (which is insane considering he was supposed to be out of the country at the time).
"why do you do it?" you asked one day, curled up on the couch wrapped in warm blankets.
"do what?" vivian asked, stirring honey into freshly brewed tea because you were starting to get sick and he knew you liked your tea with honey.
"why do you stay?" it sounded silly but you had to get that weight off your chest. you had to know his motives.
he clinked the spoon against the cup to remove the extra liquid before placing it in the sink. he looked over at you. "because you're important to me."
"you didn't say i'm your destiny."
he frowned, "[name], i've said you're my destiny multiple times. it doesn't mean anything to you, so i opted for something different this time." he leaned forward, pulling up his sleeves to wash the dishes. "but look at us. i'm here, aren't i? i'm always here. i'm not leaving, not just because you are my destiny, but because i love you and i value you as a person."
tears welled up in your eyes. all you'd ever wanted was for someone to see and love you. "do you promise?"
"i do."
"do you pinky promise though?"
"of course."
you held up your pinky. "swear it."
a smile tugged at his lips as he mimicked your hand motion. "i swear."
"...can i have a kiss with that promise?"
"i thought you'd never ask." he came over, carefully bringing your tea with him. he set it down on the table carefully before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips. it was warm and comforting, a silent vow of love and trust.
"thank you for choosing me." you murmured against his lips.
"i will choose you everyday for as long as you let me." you let yourself believe him. because vivian hugo was a man of his word, and he'd proven himself to you time and time again.
perhaps destiny was a real thing. either way, you're grateful that the universe brought him to you.
a/n: ty for reading!!! this was so fun to write, i might make more in the future
