#my writing: eden hazard

[cats-of-eden-valley]

ADHD strikes again with oddly specific thoughts! I've been falling down rabbit hole after rabbit hole today, and thus I have more questions 😅

1) What kind of natural disasters occur in the Valley? Like, do Goldspring get earthquakes due to their volcanic terrain, or do Coldbank or Bogden experience flash flooding? How do the Prides deal with that kinda stuff? Are there any areas prone to hazards (such as areas prone to landslides, or places with a lot of dangerous animals)?

2) Are there any myths/folklore regarding natural disasters? Sorry if this question is too spoiler-y!

3) I'm not sure if you've answered this before, but what is the terrain/climate like outside of the Valley? I follow so many similar concepts that it's all starting to mix lmao

4) What kinds of pollinators live in the Valley? Are they more similar to bees, or things like butterflies or birds?

5) Do the cats have a symbiotic relationship with any other animals? I've been researching the relationship between wolves and ravens for a while now and the question just popped into my head.

6) Are there any carnivorous plants in the Valley? Because the idea of someone getting eaten by an enormous plant is both horrifying and kinda funny.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love this project, and it's rare that something like this gives me such insistent brainworms. But, I'm happy - it might even be developing into a hyperfix!

As always, no pressure to respond! I'm content just yelling into the void.

(Also, I don't know is it okay to ask for advice here, especially for my own writing, and I would appreciate knowing-) (/gen)

Have a good day/night! (Sorry if I'm becoming annoying lol)

-🦇

The reason this took me so long is because this post is longer than the colour of the sky. see you in hell (affectionate) o7

1.

Lots! Most earthquakes are little rumbles, but of more note are the seasons. Eden Valley has two: Rain and Fire

During monsoon season, the river gets muchhh bigger. When water levels rise, while it does eat up a lot of land space, there are several "living islands" of matted vegetation which float with the water while remaining tethered to the bottom. Flooding is typically pretty predictable, and never passes certain levels.

Once monsoon season ends, fire season begins. And I do mean Fire Season. You know how all the leaves drop for dry season? The flora here doesn't even bother, it's evolved to just let it get burnt away (or sheathing leaves for the season). Bogden and Goldspring both retreat up the cliffs into stone holts to let the burn go by, and live there for the season for subsequent burns (caused by the mushrooms that grow stupid fast off all the ash)

And then you have everything else, like landslides, Many dangerous animals (have you seen the croc-snake), storms, droughts, but like we'll be here all night if i keep going

2.

Dunno if it counts, but it's common belief among the prides that the Moons reached down and scooped out a divot in the mountains for cats to escape the burning eye of Hiverne

There is also currently a rumour that has been bouncing around among the outsiders about some apocalyptic change, which can only be escaped by travelling west, but like. That's nothing to worry about, nothing can harm the prides in their cozy, impenetrable little valley :)

3.

So, as far as the cats know, Eden Valley is nestled in the middle of a mountain range, with uncrossable deserts on one side and endless mountains on the other (with the occasional claim that, if you go far enough into the mountains, you'll see something vast and blue far in the distance)

The prides ignore the outside world and like to believe they live in the only oasis of life left in the world, which they believe was scorched and destroyed by Hiverne. Obviously this isn't true, because Windswept aren't even from this region, but y'know.

4.

I haven't thought much about pollinators cus I've been hemming and hawing about the existence of flowers in the Valley (because im a baby that doesn't want to learn to draw them)

But now I'm kinda thinking about the role that mushrooms play in the Valley, where they actually thrive in hot and dry conditions (vs the fungi we know preferring cool and wet) and grow like nuts during the Sleeping Year, and maybe they make?? Mushroom flowers? I just like the idea of applying "here i have this tasty treat for you in exchange for you taking my junk gunk to some other guy" to mushrooms and then making that system easier to draw

5.

Nothing like. Specifically. I need to do more research so I can really start hammering out the relationship the cats have to the rest of the ecosystem, but the only thing I'm capable of reading at the moment are research paper #3453239 about felidae evolution

It will be a thing, though!

6.

There are but the great thing about plants is that they don't move much, so the cats know where they all are.

Hell, maybe that's your mutualistic relationship: the cats have learned that the sticky traps close if you place small prey sacrifices into them, allowing them to safely harvest nectar. Or something. Then spread that pollen babey (and get good, good nectar, tastless yet thick and soothing to the throat)

[courfeyracs-swordcane]

Tagged by Wyatt @orbleglorb AND @nosongunsung11 wow! I don’t actually have that many writing wips so I will also include the list of images in my brain to make since that exists as of recently

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

(I bolded the ones that are especially snippetable please ask me about my wips)

WRITING:

Snow White is something that can be so twink death (FF robobs fic about what if your boss gave you a fucked up little son that you hate)(also you lobotomized your ex in a weird power play thing)

Ballet au setlist (not really a fic but compilation of the ancient robobs ballet au)

If you couldn’t be a king (Underhill!Jay sleepaway manifesto that’s probably about as done as it’s gonna get but could definitely use some editing so it’s still in the wip folder)

Here We Fucking Go Again (ditto ballet au but it’s the Mamma Mia au of the Anastasia au in which Kismet and Catalyzer robobs wind up raising Moonshadow and nobody dies)

Souvisel Theseus Hadestown Timeloop (pretty much what it says on the tin! Sleepaway ship of Theseus polycule reimagined as my dream impossible doublecasting of Hadestown)

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Milfs (prequel to the 100k enemies to lovers road-trip slowburn I’m never gonna write abt ailermaid robobs)

(Doesn’t have a title bc it’s just in my notes app but there’s about 200 words in there trying to flesh out the Ricosquad dynamic)

(Ditto no title but there’s also like three sentences of CJ sleepaway in there that I wrote at like 1am yesterday and I don’t remember where they were going)

ART: (technically only a couple of these (bolded) is actually a wip. But if they’re rotating in my brain that counts.)

From Eden comic (ancients robobs)

I know a lady animatic (Kismet and Moonshadow robobs)

Echo CJ classical piece (Sleepaway)

Night we met animation (Joel oscu)

Ancients lineup I started years ago (robobs)

Azalea and Sat running to cope (Memphis guys blaseball)

EQ and Mercy roller derby image (robobs)

EQ and Mercy good omens au (robobs)

Blood Guy (🤫)

Two Birds and a Wire (Rico Dyker Hazard robobs)

Okay I literally do not know that many people to tag especially ppl I know who actively write and shit and also between Wyatt and Pallas y’all got most of them BUT @nplutonian @whoisthisboy @frosteee-variation @lovelandfrogman maybe?? and anybody else if you want to do this just say I tagged you

[zorphie]

Here I saw that you dropped this so I came into your inbox to return it to you 🖊️ (give me any precious OC you have in stock I wanna Know about them)

ty for the ask!! (eats 🖊 whole) everything is below :]

i shall talk about devin for 2day.. my token failboy. God

he's from earth Except it Sucks!! because he's ostracized a lot and has no friends💔 he will often come home and indulge himself in a bunch of his hobbies like drawing ,writing , making music, he's literally just the art kid. he was into a lot of fantasy and imagining himself in those kinds of worlds, doing lots of heroics , yeah you see where this is going . The irony

his only company is his mom which he doesn't mind too much, but it's led him to develop a very self centered attitude (he focused more on himself because he didn't have other people to empathize with if that makes sense?)mf never learned how to share

he ends up in the spiral because there was an urgent situation where mana was flooding into earth, quinn was sent to deal with it. he was worried that devin absorbed it because he could sense his magic and also wanted to save him because devin had some weird negative aura cast on him Somehow (effects include nausea and blurry vision, headaches to anyone nearby, fun all around) quinn was like What Is Going On, panicked, and took him along. worried about this decision later because what if the teachers flip . the plan was just to help devin and bring him back home (uhh very long groan. because this is wizard101 we all know the latter didn't happen)

coming into the spiral has changed devin a Lot for better and for worse. he felt guilty for leaving his mom behind, and she disappeared when he came back to visit. he was excited to learn magic but i think the realization settled in after he killed a man (malistaire)

as the arcs go on he has friends now! finally a circle of people who will accept him. he learns what empathy is because of that! hes still silly and loud but he becomes selfless, a bit more mature and level headed. but he feels like he's become "too selfless" to the point where he's going a little nuts ? always being self sacrificing just to save everyone if possible? the yw pipeline. he wishes he could settle down for A Minute to use his hands to create art again not destroy things . gwah.

just wait until he hears about azteca🙄

he learns his dad is the giant tree and his mom straight up stole him when he was like 3 or something and took him away . Crazy. he's conflicted by the fact that he's being shaped into a weapon by no matter who it is? his mom or the spiral? (his mom is a completely different can of worms I will not be getting to rnLOL but yeah she was just plotting to use him for selfish reasonz) he doesn't like knowing he was born for the sake of (all the horrors he's had to deal with. Erm?) and wants to have an identity seperate from that. his friends remind him that he's still just a human being too. he's doing his best

he delved more into astral magic around arc 3 which was not by choice. at all. (crazy woman told him to . idk why but ihave a lot of evil wizarfd women) and he should not have learned that much but he did! uhmwhoops. it's hazardous. it does not just enhance spells -he could accidentally fuck up time and space. he's learning how to control it with eden and lalin because he needs to eventually. does not actually go to the arcanum scholar about it because he's terrified of seeming like a threat to them

hypothetically he could time travel but that's for his super secret alternate version who's stuck in a time loop we don't worry about that guy

devin's other path would've been a villain if quinn never dragged him into the spiral,, he was missing and people were looking for him but it was near impossible to find him because of the aura he had going on. ambrose's spell wouldn't have worked. (his mom was taking a lot of precautions) it was just known that the scion was out there and he needs to get his ass in the spiral asap or we're all fucked (quinn standing there like 🧍‍♂️as if he isn't ambrose's errand boy)

devin's alternate self is aware of him and is supposed to show/answer "which life would've been better for him". since he's obviously not having a care free time in both

dasein kinda reached him around empyrea because of the astral magic stuff sorta fucking with reality but it was very limited

oh and his eyes turn from full purple to a tint of blue he's got stardust hands now. it's "contagious" and he can flick his hands onto anything and get glitter all over it, he does it a lot on his friends . his blood is also glitter. somebody help him. pros: glitter. Cons: black holes. is it worth it

he's trying to start a silly band.. only amari and erin will join nd they will never stop annoying the others about it

devin is good at the storm spells, but the machines related stuff that his teacher assigns? not at all.so he cheats and asks for eden to do it

his pet is a zappy glowbug who's always scared of everything and frequently flies into glass. it acts as his nightlight. it's also probably radioactive . it can charge your devices but they have a chance of exploding. has also probably electrocuted people

[mtreebeardiles]

WIP Whenever

Finally managed to write something! Just some voice testing for Nico Shepard and Ash, post-Eden Prime:

It took all of Ash's discipline not to reach out to the young man lying prone on the bed in Dr. Chakwas's medbay. He was still asleep, eyes fluttering behind their lids and brows furrowed even as his fingers twitched by his sides and his head rolled on the pillow. A dream, the doctor had said, something vivid and strong enough to set off her sensors, and Ashley wasn't sure how much of that had to do with that…thing, that strange force that had grabbed first Alenko and then Nico when the younger man had surged forward to pull his lieutenant away. It had happened so fast -- talking with Nico one minute to catching the look of alarm on his face before he'd pushed past her and then --

--watching, horrified, Alenko holding her back as Nico was wrenched into the air, body struggling --

"--no signs of permanent damage." Dr. Chakwas's voice cut through her thoughts and Ashley blinked, refocusing on the doctor. 

"You mentioned unusual brainwaves?" she pressed. 

"Won't know more about that until he wakes up."

It's been hours already. She knew she didn't have to stay here, watching over him like this. But with Alenko already discharged and the persistent sense of limbo from her own abrupt reassignment to the Normandy…

And the fact that if I don't make sure he's okay Lynn will have my head…

She suppressed a smile at the thought, shaking her head. Of all the people she could've expected to run into on the Eden Prime assignment, Nico freakin' Shepard hadn't exactly been at the top of her list. 

The universe was funny that way.

He shifted on the bed, drawing her attention, and she couldn't help but take in all the ways he had -- and hadn't -- changed since she'd seen him last. 

He was taller, bulkier, far and away from the scrawny kid he'd been when he was a cocky, know-it-all teenager still dating her little sister. Same cap of thick black hair, ends trying to curl despite how short he had it cut, and that smirk may have been hidden by his helmet back planet-side but she knew it was still there from the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. 

New scars ran along his upper arm, but she remembered the one on his cheekbone, knew the little ones on his fingers. Hazards of a teenage smart-ass, as she'd liked to tease him back in the day, always straddling that line between brilliance and impatience, with the burns to prove which side he tended to land on. 

She wondered if that was still the case. Wondered how different Nico-the-Alliance-solider was from Nico-the-cocky-tech-genius.  

"Mmm…"

"Doctor?" 

"Give him some space."

Ashley hopped off the neighboring bed where she'd been perching during her vigil, watching as Nico's eyes fluttered and slowly opened. Warm brown eyes blinked in confusion until they settled on her. 

"…Ash?"

She grinned, stepping to his side while the doctor pulled out her 'tool on the opposite side of the bed. "Hey, kiddo," she murmured, keeping her voice soft. "How ya feelin'?"

"…You remember Lynn's after-graduation party?"

"When you all got absolutely shit-faced?"

"I feel like the next morning."

She laughed, shaking her head before offering her hand to help him sit up. He pulled himself into a seated position with a wince, his free hand moving to rub at the back of his neck. 

"What even happened?"

"What do you remember?" the doctor asked. 

"Uh…" Nico squinted in thought. "Some ancient alien bullshit?"

Ash snorted. "Very helpful, kiddo."

Nico glared her way, the effect undermined by the fact he was clearly trying not to laugh. 

"But accurate, eh?" He cocked his head at her. "And excuse you, that's Commander Kiddo these days." This time he did grin, then winced, and they both looked toward Dr. Chakwas. 

"I'll get you something for the pain, Commander."

"Is everyone okay?" Nico asked after swallowing down some pills and giving the doctor as many details as he could remember -- including the unsettling dreams that had been plaguing him while asleep. "Alenko?"

"LT's doing okay," Ash assured him. She'd moved to sit on the bed beside him, their legs dangling over the edge. "Whatever that was didn't have a chance to work him over like it did you."

"Good." 

"You really doing okay, Nic?" she asked after a moment, voice soft. He had that stormy expression she remembered so well, the one that told her he was in deep thought and the thought wasn't a pleasant one. Jaw set, slight pull at his lower lip indicating he was biting at it from the inside, a tightness around his eyes that could've easily been discomfiture as much as lingering pain from his headache. 

"Yeah," he replied after a long moment. "Just… s'been a weird day. Days? Fuck, I don't know. Went from being told I was participating in a standard shakedown for the Alliance's hot new toy to finding out that wasn't the case -- I mean, I kinda suspected as much, but…"

"They didn't tell you about the beacon?"

"Not til we got in-system." He picked at the seam of his pants, mouth a tight line. "And apparently that turian I mentioned, the one we found dead at the space port? He was a Spectre, sent along to evaluate me."

"Evaluate…? They want you for the Spectres?"

"Mm."

Ashley watched him, frowning. Nico was… gifted. Always had been. He'd gone from being one of the youngest students accepted into Grissom Academy to spearheading their engineering program to graduating early, his senior thesis being put to the unexpected test during the Blitz -- and earning him the title Hero of Elysium. He enlisted in the Alliance a year later on his eighteenth birthday, and she knew he'd been invited to the Villa shortly after his first year of service. Hadn't gotten the N7 designation yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time. 

Being called to represent humanity as their first-ever Spectre was something she would've thought he'd want more than anything. 

"Nicky," she murmured. "What's going on?"

He blew out a sigh. "Just… don't like being kept in the dark about that shit, you know? Maybe if…" He chewed on his lip, almost hard enough to bruise. "Maybe if I'd known a bit more before all that shit went down, I wouldn't have lost Jenkins."

Ah. 

She bit back the obvious words -- the truth any soldier knew, that coming back from any given mission was never a given. Something she knew Nico understood, deep down, and something she also knew would ring like empty comfort if she bothered pointing it out now. 

Knowing the score didn't stop her young friend from keeping that tally carved into his soul. 

"Anderson said it was a need to know situation," Nico went on after a moment. He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Load of crap, if you ask me. He could've said something…"

"He's as bound by that red tape as any of us, kiddo," she pointed out. 

"Or he still sees me as a child," he grumbled. She cocked an eyebrow, folding her arms over her chest until he glanced her way and she caught his eye. 

"I don't think he sees you that way," she began. "But you are kind of acting like it, yeah?"

He narrowed his eyes, but his lips twitched in a smile when she nudged his ribs with her elbow. 

"I'm just sayin'," he started. 

"That as the Alliance's resident golden boy, you should be given higher clearance than everyone else."

"Exactly!"

He was smiling fully now, a dimple flashing in one cheek. 

"Glad to see your humility is still intact after all these years."

"Pretty sure it's grown, even," he replied, tone lofty. "I'm the most humble son of a bitch you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting; revel in my graciousness."

Ashley rolled her eyes, grinning, and promptly elbowed him again. 

[liverpool-enjoyer]

I need your help to choose a fic to write (first)!! They’re all themed after Taylor swift songs (of course)!!!

1. diazka (Ruben Dias x Leon Goretzka) themed after Love Story

2. kdb x eden hazard themed after call it what you want

3. Reece James x Mason Mount themed after you’re losing me

4. Modramos themed after daylight

you are NOT allowed to pick the modramos option >:)

mf (affectionate) HOW could you do this to me cause you KNOW my ass was gonna choose the modramos one

i am a big call it what you want stan so imma go w the second one!!! i know itll be awesome :D n thank you so much for coming to me omg

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

Idk how to say it but I just love, love your treatment of details in your fics. And I don't just mean your description of scenes or their headspace (which requires a different ask) but the way you place context and background information is just so easy to read and not overwhelming at all. and I know you say you don't know football haha but I feel like you're the kind of writer who really does research (and you can really see) and I just appreciate that so much!

hahahahaha! oh my gosh! this just got me so giddy. i've been smiling like a fool..

yes i like to do some research haha! a lot of them surface-level though and sometimes yeah i do a bit of deep-dive, but when i do there's more of it that does not make it to the fic anyway. it's okay though, i still like to read up about particular topics related to the fic either way, just so i get a better picture (or feel, at the very least) of what i'm writing about :)

so yeah when i wrote for TR especially, i did read up on so many gang and crime stuff on that one. for blue lock, it's fun cus i actually had IRLs i could talk to about football you know? HAHAHA. i ended up talking to some of my biggest football fan friends about football and we just talked and talked about nothing specific in particular, just anything football. like who were their favorite players and why. like oh apparently it's very very possible to play in a foreign/wherever club but then represent your home country in say, world cup or olympics. (a friend even went on about citizenship stuff which i listened to but forgot now but i said i'm gonna need him to repeat back to me sometime later hahahahaha).

oh, and i have this friend who told me his favorite this player eden hazard who is an attacking midfielder (LIKE SAE!!) who played for chelsea but actually whose dream team, according to my friend, was real madrid!!! this guy my friend said was considered one of the best players of his generation but now he's in real madrid a lot of people consider him a flop hahaha. my friend still likes him though.

[mourinhomerchant]

🌝 & 👩‍🏭 for the asks 😈🙏

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

I 100% need to write Eden Hazard and Cesar Azpilicueta, but I haven’t found the right story for them yet. Too many ideas bounce in my head for them but none of them hit enough for to be worthy of them. Until then, can’t write them

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

probably one of the sm//ts I’ve posted on anon idk actually, I pretty much write tame stuff so…

fic ask game!!

[emwritesfootball]

Hotel Relaxation | Eden Hazard

I loved that Eden Hazard request you posted so here’s a request! Being friends with some of the Chelsea boys when you all plan to check into a hotel and just relax and do activities together in the city for a couple days. They invite Eden who you undoubtebly find attractive and by accident they book the two of you into one room with a double bed. You guys spend most of the days all together but during the evenings everyone goes to their rooms and therefore so do you and Eden. I’m thinking maybe from there the two of them start to cuddle, make out, just be really cute together and Eden starts to hold your hand, wrap one arm around you etc just something going from kinda friends to kinda a dating phase or smthg🥰

Word Count: 1,501

Warnings: whoops, i got carried away on this one. Hope you enjoy xx

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You’d been looking forward to the trip all week, your already-packed bag sitting in the corner mocking you until Friday. What made it even better was that you didn’t have to stress about any of the details or planning for it - Mason just texted and asked you if you’d like to go, you’d said yes, and forty-eight hours later, he sent you an address with a date and a time to show up.

Right on time, you pulled up to one of the most expensive hotels in London, trying not to think about how much this weekend was going to run you. When you walked through the doors, you instantly spotted Mason, your grin widening. “Mase!” You yelled, getting his attention right before you threw yourself into his arms for the biggest hug.

“Hey!” Mason laughed, hugging you back tightly. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

You looked around at the group of lads Mason had assembled: Mason (of course), Chilly, Pulisic, and...Eden Hazard. You were surprised to see him there but you knew he was still on good terms with the team. He gave you a small smile that you returned, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you looked away.

The five you traipsed to the front desk, Mason checking everyone in. “Alright, so, I’ve got your four rooms right here, and-”

“Four? We were supposed to have five rooms. I booked five rooms.”

The receptionist double-checked, her brow furrowed as she looked again a third time. “I-I’m sorry, but we’ve only got you billed for four rooms, and they’re our last four.”

“It’s okay, Mase,” you said, placing a hand on his arm. “I’ll just share with someone. Besides, there’s gotta be more than one bed in there, right? You four can just draw straws and I’ll go with whoever gets the short one.”

Your pulse quickened when Eden ended up with the short straw, him giving you a smile that was just meant for you. The five of you got on the lift, splitting up once the doors opened. You could feel Eden following you, watching as you slipped the key card into the slot and opened the door to find...one bed. “Well, then,” you said, laughing as you turned to Eden. “Just our luck.”

“Just our luck,” Eden agreed, nodding.

“You can back out now. I know Mase wouldn’t mind-”

“No,” Eden shook his head. “I’m okay sharing a bed with you if you are. It’s only three nights.”

“Okay,” you shrugged, walking into the room and setting your overnight back down on one of the chairs. “Just promise me you won’t say anything to Mase about it? I know he’ll freak out and wanna switch with one of us.”

“I won’t,” Eden agreed, giving you another smile.

Just as you were about to say something, your phone pinged with an incoming text from Mason.

Mase: Meet at the pool in five

Without missing a beat, you and Eden entered the pool area right on time. He’d let you change in the bathroom while he changed in the room itself, and you couldn’t help taking a peek as you watched him take his shirt off, the muscles in his back bunching as they moved. You’d covered up your swimsuit, not wanting to reveal it until you were with the rest of the lads. With very little fanfare, you took off your cover-up and laid back on the sun lounger, aware that some of them were staring. You were glad that your sunglasses shielded your facial expressions, but you looked out of the corner of your eye to find Eden’s eyes on you.

You and Eden went back to the room to get changed for dinner and the rest of the night out. You couldn’t get the thought of his eyes on you in your swimsuit out of your head, a thrill racing through you at the knowledge that your going-out outfit was going to stun him.

“Fuck, you look hot,” Eden murmured as you came out of the bathroom in your favourite outfit and shoes. Your hair was up and your makeup was on, and you couldn’t wait to go out.

“Thanks,” you replied, resisting the urge to turn into a shy mess in front of him. “You ready?”

***

The night out was just what you needed, you and Eden exchanging flirty glances all night. You felt so secretive and naughty about it even though the two of you weren’t really doing anything, hoping Mason and the rest of the guys wouldn’t notice what was going on between the two of you.

Eden placed a hand on your back as he helped guide you into the lift. You weren’t drunk by any means, just a happy medium between tipsy and sleepy, the feel of his hand sending shivers down your spine. You stumbled a little, falling into him with a hand on his chest as you looked up at him with wide eyes, your breath hitching. Eden’s gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, watching as your tongue instinctively reached out to wet your bottom lip.

“We should get some sleep,” he rasped, swallowing hard as the lift doors opened.

“Y-Yeah,” you nodded, dazed as you followed him to the room.

Sharing a bed without sharing a kiss was pure torture. You wanted to kiss him and you knew the feeling was mutual, but neither of you were ready to cross that line yet. Luckily, the bed was big enough for there to be a significant amount of space between you two while you slept, but your body betrayed you and you found yourself in Eden’s arms when you woke up the next morning.

“Good morning,” he whispered, his voice still thick with sleep.

You tried to untangle yourself from him, but Eden wouldn’t let you, his hand around your waist tightening to hold you in place. You didn’t mind, though; he was warm and comfortable and you liked waking up in his arms like this. “Mm, good morning.”

The two of you tried to make stilted conversation, everything feeling a little more intimate because of your close proximity. There were long pauses and longing looks, tension hanging in the air.

Just as you and Eden were about to head down to breakfast, he paused, pulling you into him. “I’m going to kiss you tonight,” he promised, his expression serious. “I just thought you should know.”

“Okay,” you said, breathless at the thought of being kissed at some point.

***

The kiss was all you could think about all day. Every touch or smile or interaction with Eden made you wonder when you were going to be kissed, even though you knew he wouldn’t kiss you in front off his ex-teammates.

You got your answer when it was just the two of you in the lift once again. Eden pinned you against the wall, his hand sliding up your waist. After a day of teasing and anticipation, your body responded quickly, ready for whatever Eden had to offer.

When his lips met yours, time stopped. You loved the pressure of his lips against yours, the way his tongue tangled with yours and the way he touched you to draw sounds from your mouth. The two of you kissed your way back to the door, unable to stop until one of you needed to get the key card out.

You didn’t sleep with him that night, an unspoken rule between the two of you. Instead, you touched and kissed, learning the other person’s body as you went along. You fell asleep in Eden’s arms this time, snuggling into each other.

Waking up to Eden the next morning was even better now that the two of you could exchange kisses. “Do we have to leave?” You groaned, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Can’t we just lay in bed all day and do nothing?”

“They’ll get suspicious if both of us are gone, love,” Eden answered, chuckling.

“I know,” you sighed, pouting. “Would be nice, though.”

***

The two of you got more brazen with your flirting that last full day, Eden barely refraining from kissing you in front of everyone. Mason and the rest of the guys could see that there was something between the two of you, especially when Eden started to wrap an arm around your shoulders or intertwine your fingers in a lazy moment by the pool. They didn’t say anything about it, but you could tell that Mason approved.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” Eden murmured, leaning in to kiss you once your hotel room door was closed.

“Me, too.”

“I know we have to leave all this tomorrow, and I’ve gotta go back to Madrid, but...do you think we could try this? Us?”

“What? Being together?”

Eden nodded, hope in his eyes. “Yes. I’m willing to try if you are.”

Your smile grew and you looped your arms around his neck, kissing him. “Me, too.”

[lxndonorris]

lazy boy - Eden Hazard

Y/N x Eden Hazard

Theme: Fluff

spending a lazy morning in bed with Eden x

word count: 740+

tagging: @sunslittlesister​

It’s still pretty early in the morning, but the sun is already shining brightly through the open bedroom window, filling the air around you with a comforting warmth. Sleepily, you open your eyes just enough to see the bright blue sky and you hear the sound of birds singing their lovely songs from outside the window. For a while, you lay there, wrapped in a blanket, just enjoying this moment of peace when a loud snore interrupts the melodic voices of the little birds. You turn your head to the side and see your boyfriend Eden lying in the bed right next to you, one half of his face buried inside a pillow, and his blanket is only covering his feet, exposing the rest of his body.

He’s only wearing his favorite black shorts, his hair is messed up and he keeps on snoring louder and louder, making you giggle underneath your breath. Carefully, you stretch your arms and legs before you turn towards him, watching him sleeping gently. Every bone and every muscle in his body tenses with every deep breath he takes until he snores, again and again, his voice partly muffled by the thick pillow. Smiling softly, you keep on watching him for a little while longer, but then, he suddenly stops snoring, hiss face tenses harshly and you can see him barely opening his eyes.

“Good morning.” You say, gently stroking his arm while he buries his face into the pillow again. Eden lets out a huge sigh before he turns his face to you, his eyes still closed as he swallows a few times. “Good morning.” He growls, his voice sounding more guttural than before while he still struggles to keep his eyes open for more than a second. Slowly, you lean into him and place a single, loving, and gentle kiss right on to his lips. “I love waking up to this.” He says, looking at you with one eye. “Is that so?” You smirk playfully, your hand now running down his spine, causing his body to shudder quickly. 

“Your hands are cold.” He grunts sleepily, rubbing his head against the sheets, still breathing deeply. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” You say, pretending to be shocked as he nods slowly. “Is that better?” Before he can respond, however, you start to tickle him wildly, knowing very well that he is ticklish, especially underneath his arms and his tummy. Eden tries to fight you, but in this state, he stands no chance against you and you take advantage of that. “Stop, I’m still sleeping. That’s not fair.” He protests, but it’s no use. 

Even though you have the upper hand, he manages to grab your arms and swirls you around so that he is now pinning you to the bed, his face hovering above yours, looking at you sleepily but angry. “That is not fair, you’re way heavier than me.” You hiss, trying to free your arms but he’s way too strong. Without saying another word, you notice him giving you the look, telling you exactly what he’s going to do next. “Eden, no.” You say, but it’s too late. Now, he starts to tickle you, your belly, your arms, and your thighs, causing you to scream out in agony.

After a few minutes of him tickling you everywhere, he drops onto the bed right next to you, both of you laughing and breathing heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath. You turn your face towards him and your eyes meet instantly. Happy but exhausted, Eden reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours before he moves closer towards you. You embrace his body as he opens wraps an arm around you, pulling you even closer towards him. “That was fun.” You say, leaning your head against his shoulder while you start stroking his tummy, feeling his chest bulging into the palm of your hand with every breath he takes.

“Yeah, you’re pretty tough. I was ready to surrender.” He giggles and kisses your forehead, tenderly rubbing his head against yours. “I’ll get you next time.” You pat his chest playfully as he growls deeply, seemingly enjoying himself right now. “We will see.” He smiles coyly and plays with your hair while you now stroke his firm chest tightly, feeling his muscles reacting to every move of your finger. For a little while longer you just cuddle with each other, spending this lazy morning together as you’d always do.

[croatian-magician]

I tried my hand at writting a short Eden x Thibaut fic, here it is if you want to check it out.

[will-o-the-witch]

I’m not Jewish but asking to respectfully request verification since my knowledge on the subject is fuzzy. I’m aware Lilith is a class of demons that Jewish folks literally actively take steps to avoid and ward off but isn’t the whole myth surrounding her pretty problematic and non canonical ? Thanks in advance

So to address this properly I gotta talk a little about Rabbinic scholarly writing:

So the story about Lilith everyone knows is from something called a midrash. Midrashim are functionally just supplemental reading, traditionally written by rabbis to help explain discrepancies and unanswered questions in biblical texts. They are MANY and they can often contradict each other, since they're not "official" texts, just a scholarly take/interpretation of the question at hand. Naturally some midrashim are more popular than others. (One of my favorites involves Adam v'Chava originally being created with chitinous protective armor; aka humans were literally scaly bois until the fall from Eden and now our finger and toenails are all that's left. Tons of fun, but midrashim hardly serve as something definitive.)

The midrash of Lilith in Eden is one explanation of her origins, but certainly not the only thing written about her. That midrash comes from a work called the Alphabet of ben Sirach (wiki attached here, which actually includes a translation of the Lilith story in its entirety and discusses how modern Jewish scholars push for reinterpretation, since ben Sirach is largely considered a work of satire.) It was written in 700-1000 AD. If nothing else, this tells us people have been warding against Lilith for much longer than this particular story existed. Anti-Lilith incantation bowls have survived from before this time.

So with all this background info in mind: Is the midrash "problematic?" Well of course it's not going to reflect modern views about gender, it was written 1000-1300 years ago. How it's place in satire should influence our analysis is also worth discussing. Is it "non-canonical?" Well, yeah, it's from a midrash. But non-canonical isn't the same thing as non-Jewish.

Lilith was considered a hazardous figure in Jewish folklore long before that story was written and clearly endured afterwards. How that story got interpreted and spread by a largely-patriarchal world is worth talking about, but modern Jews who avoid her most likely aren't doing so just because of that one story. It's probably more because of everything else written about her and the fact our Ancestors have been actively warding her off for ~1500+ years.

[blueathens]

Im having a crisis over my favorite player possibly leaving my team at the end of the season, it’s not chelsea i’m writing this in your ask box to kind of get an outside view even though this makes no sense, do you ever feel stupid for letting football players mean so much to you? i feel like it’s so wrong and like it’s a parasocial relationship and “normal” people shouldn’t have an attachment like this, but then again so many people do?? i’m going nowhere with this sorry

nahhh i've grew up with football since i was like born so i always formed attachments with footballers cause i would watch them and grow up watching them or for some grew up with them in a way

like when eden hazard left chelsea i full on cried, like i did not want that man to leave

if you love your team like i do with chelsea ( or even england) then you're always going to form attachments with the players as their part of the team you love and its the people you watch play for your team to bring them to success etc...

get yourself some ice cream my love, i always need it when people from my team leave

[stacispratt]

big god

okay so i posted this a while ago and then immediately deleted it because i hated it so much and NOW it’s about 4x longer but still just as incoherent i think BUT ANYWAYS!! big thanks to @consumedkings for letting me play with our ocs like action figures in her delightful universe!! this is essentially just. a character study of wes in the ancient names universe

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It's always when Ell's not around.

"You need someone who will love you as much as you love them," John says. "Someone like me."

Always then, that John tries to dig his fingers under the chinks in Wes's armor and pry him open. Like he's just desperate to get covered in the brilliant red of Wes's blood, smeared with gore— like all he wants is to reach inside and get a hold on Wes's heart. To get such a firm hold on it that Wes will never, never be able to forget him.

He's seen him the same, with Elliot. Wes has seen the spark in his eyes when he sees her get vulnerable, the twitch in his fingers. Desperate to pry her open, too. But he doesn't get to do that right now— Joseph is busy doing it, taking Elliot's confession. And John is jealous, something inside him roiling with it, so he's taking it out on Wes. Trying to prove to himself that at least one of them is all his.

When Ell said "Not to you. Joseph." Wes had seen it, watched the careful progression flit through John's body language— fear, jealousy, fury. Panic, when John returned to their little house and Wes had taunted him with a "Don't tell me you're jealous—" 

John had snapped his hand out to grip Wes's wrist, Wes had grabbed John's shirt, and. And.

Wes only stares up at John. His hands are planted into the mattress on either side of his head, caging him in. If Wes relinquishes even an inch, shows even the tiniest reaction, the smallest twitch in his expression, John will take it and run. He'll grab the thread and pull and pull and pull until Wes is nothing more than a pile of string, free for John to take and reform as he wishes. To make him into something new. Something that better suits John. Better suits Eden's Gate.

So Wes keeps his face blank. He doesn't grab for John and beg Oh, God, give me something warm and safe to stuff inside my chest. God, stuff me full of love until I can't take it anymore.

But John sees something, because he lurches forward, presses all of himself to Wes, and pushes their lips together. “You need me, Wes,” John breathes into his mouth. “You and Ell. You know why?" he asks, and doesn't wait for an answer. "Because you need someone who understands you." Their lips brush. "Someone who's never felt– never felt as loved in return for the love they've given."

It's the most honest John has ever been with him, Wes thinks. His stomach twists.

"I can give you that," John whispers. "Eden's Gate can give you that."

“Shut up,” Wes groans. “I don’t want your cult.”

“No, you’re right." John brings his hand up to cradle Wes's face in his palm, thumb just under his eye, pinky finger curled under his jaw. Wes always likes that, John holding his jaw. Firm or with feather-light touch. Either way, it makes Wes's eyelashes flutter. “You just want me.”

Wes squeezes his closed eyes shut even tighter and rolls on top of John. He pins him down, bites his lip, and repeats, "Shut up."

                                                            /

“He’s got his claws in me, Ell,” Wes whispers, the next morning, fearful even in the crook of her neck. No one else will hear them, alone in their cabin at Joseph's Compound (John's at one of those little Seed family meetings, where he and Ell are definitely the main topic of discussion), but it feels wrong to say at all, even when it's so hushed no one but she could hear it. “I’m afraid– I’m afraid even when we get out of here, I’ll never really leave. I’ll never be able to leave.”

She holds him, rubs his shoulderblades, and says resolutely, "We're going to get out. No matter what bullshit the Seeds feed us." She pauses, and insists, hard enough to convince both of them, "We're going to get out."

Oh, and that. John's and Joseph's insistence that they're not going to get out of this scot free— that the Feds will see everything they've done. See the violence coiled in Ell's muscles, the blood caked under Wes's fingernails. Whenever Wes tries to tell himself they're not right, tries to say It's self-defense, tries to say They'll understand, he feels anxiety crawling under his skin.

Paired with the sensation of John's hold on him, so powerful it's like physical touch, he's… he's got this terrible, sinking feeling that his mind—his identity— is never going to leave Hope County. That he'll be firmly rooted in his fear and terror and violence for the rest of his life.

Maybe he'll never even leave physically. Maybe he'll die here. Maybe he'll get stuffed full of flowers.

God, he hopes not. For Ell's sake.

They've already lost Joey.

WRATH, DO YOU STILL WANT TO BLOOM IN ME? 

He imagines it, written into his chest. They wouldn't even have to write the WRATH. John already did it for them.

Wes remembers to breathe and takes a shuddering inhale, his face still pressed under Ell's jaw. "Right," he says, fighting to keep his voice even. He shakes off the ghostly sensation of John's nails in his flesh, the imagined burn of a knife in his chest, and forces himself to really feel her arms around him. To appreciate how steady she is. "We're going to get out."

Ell turns her head and kisses his temple.

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Faith takes Ell on a walk. He offers to come with, a little anxious at the idea of being apart from her, but Faith dismisses the idea with a giggle. "Deputy Honeysett can take care of us, I'm sure," she chirps. "We're even taking Boomer, too. We'll be perfectly safe, Wes."

He holds Ell's gaze for a moment, until she nods, just a little. He relents, "Okay," despite his prickling neck.

"Besides," Faith chimes, "I think Joseph wanted to have a word with you."

That gives Elliot pause, makes her open her mouth to protest. "Wes, you shouldn't—" she starts, because Elliot might have a soft spot for Faith, but Joseph is just about her least favorite. She confessed to him because she felt like she had to. She doesn't want Wes to have to do the same.

It's okay. He can deal with Joseph. He can choke out the confession he wants to hear.

"I know," Wes interrupts gently. "It can't hurt. It's okay."

Ell lingers, then steps forward and grabs the back of his neck, hauls him down for a chaste kiss. "Don't forget who you're dealing with," she murmurs against his mouth. He nods, takes a deep breath, and she pulls away.

He watches her, Faith, and Boomer walk for a few moments, then turns on his heel.

He finds Joseph at the alter. "Wesley," he says, without even turning to face him.

"Wes," Wes corrects, and seats himself in one of the pews in the first row. Joseph merely hums. "Faith said you wanted to, uh… talk."

Joseph stays silent for a second, just staring at the window of the church, casting light on the dust floating in the air around them. Wes blinks at the window, in the shape of the cross of Eden's Gate, and briefly recalls his first night here. 

Then cloud crosses the sky, the ray of sunlight disappears, and Joseph turns to face him.

"Yes," he says, as he looks Wes over. "I've been thinking. About the myriad of ways this situation could turn out."

Wes snorts and looks down at his hands, resting comfortably on his thighs. "How many different ways are there for the world to end in holy fire?" he asks, a smirk pulling the corner of his mouth up. "Or do you doubt your own visions?"

"No, I don't," Joseph says, almost immediately. It's not frazzled, though— he's just as unruffled as ever. Wes looks up. Joseph stands right in front of him, hands held casually behind his back. "John does." 

Wes closes his mouth.

Joseph smiles, just slightly, without his eyes, and sits beside Wes on the pew. "But," he says, "he did get me thinking. About… creating safety nets. In case God's plans are not exactly as I imagine."

Just as Wes starts to think what a safety net for Eden's Gate could possibly be—finally, actually eliminating him and Ell?—Joseph says, gentle as Wes has heard him be yet, "If the world does not end as soon as I imagine, you will have to be protected from the law," and Wes feels himself lock up.

"I'm not the one who needs to worry about the law," he says, voice tight, and resolutely does not look toward Joseph, even though he can feel Joseph's eyes on him. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"You must know that's not true."

Wes keeps staring, silent and frozen, gone stone-still with fright. Joseph's face stays placid. After a moment, Wes swallows and croaks, "It's self defense."

"Deputy Honeysett has already killed one man with nothing more than a blunt object, and the two of you went on a mass Cleansing of my followers before the Family even appeared. She's a hazard to herself." Wes opens his mouth to defend her, but Joseph barrels on, "And you're no better, Deputy Beltran. Operating as judge, jury, and executioner within Hope County. There is no excuse for the things you've done here."

"You're the one who started a fucking war in the—"

"Wes," Joseph interrupts. "My group of devoted followers have been targeted, attacked, and gutted by a foreign cult. We look… sympathetic." Wes's skin starts to itch, as he anticipates the punch coming on. "If you were to align yourself with us, we could protect you from suspicion. If the very group you slaughtered accepted you, it would look… better, for your case. You would not seem so dangerous. Not such a loose canon."

"I'm not a loose canon," Wes protests, and the effect is weakened by the uncertainty in his voice.

Joseph answers him calmly once more, like he's barely even listening to what Wes has to say. "You are. You and Ell operated by your own rules and executed your enemies as you saw fit." Joseph shifts, tips his head. "My people. The… redemption it would show, to align yourselves with us, would place you in the right. You and Ell. Both of you would seem sympathetic. Two people lost in the fray."

Wes's head feels fucking cloudy. "Align myself?"

Then he makes the mistake of actually looking at Joseph. The moment he does, he sees Joseph's warm eyes (somehow, despite it fucking all, despite the cruel calculation Wes knows he's capable of), sees the concern in the lines of his face. Sees Joseph reach for him, feels cool fingers on the back of his neck, as the Father draws him in, and gently, very gently, rests their foreheads together. "Yes," he murmurs, as his thumb runs up into Wes's hairline. "You understand what I'm saying, don't you? That this is the best way to protect yourself." He pauses, then elaborates, "To protect Elliot."

Wes's eyes close against his will, and his fingers twitch in his lap. 

Joseph's words creep into him and start to take root. Less of a loose canon if I'm sided with Eden's Gate. More of a victim, less of a killer, if the people on my side are the corpses stuffed with flowers. 

By extension, Ell would look less guilty, too.

"We can protect you," Joseph murmurs. "I can save you. If only you'd let me."

They're breathing the same air. Maybe if Wes could just catch a breath of the crisp air outside, something brisk and fresh, he'd be thinking clearer, but right now, he's thinking As a backup. Just in case things don't go to plan, and even louder, To protect Elliot, to protect Elliot, to protect Elliot, so he says, "How would I…"

Joseph inhales and curls his other hand around Wes's bicep. Anchors himself tighter into Wes. "Your last name," he says. Warming Wes up to the idea, giving him a moment to soak in each word. "If you were to change it."

Wes scrunches his eyebrows. "Change it?"

Very faintly, Joseph breathes, "If you were to become a Seed." He only gives Wes a second to absorb that, lest panic sets in, and he continues, "You would align yourselves clearly with us. Place yourself under our protection. Under John's protection, my protection." Joseph pauses, then reminds, "And in turn, you would help Deputy Honeysett."

Wes hesitates. Joseph lands the killing blow.

"Deputy Pratt, too, would be protected with this. As he is aligned with you." Wes flinches, opens his mouth to blurt out demands about where Staci is, and how Wes needs to get him, needs to keep him safe, and Joseph continues, "He is safe, in the Whitetails. You can keep him safe."

Wes doesn't give himself too much time to think about it, to talk himself out of it. He told himself he'd do whatever he needed to get out of Hope, with Ell and Joey and Staci, and he's already fucking lost one of them. He already lost Joey, he lost her, and if he lost Ell too, lost Staci— he wouldn't know what to do, and if– if they made it out of Hope, only for their actions here to be what does Ell and Staci in, he would never– never— 

"Okay," Wes blurts, and flutters his eyes open to look down at Joseph's bare chest, at the EDEN written over his ribs. "I– okay."

For a moment, Joseph squeezes his neck so tight it's painful.

Then he releases Wes entirely and leans back to look at him once more. "Good, Wes," he says. "Good."

Wes signs the document Joseph has. Under Your new name: he writes Wesley Abraham Seed with shaky, wobbly lettering, and feels his stomach turn uncomfortably. He tries to tell himself, for Ell and Staci, for Ell and Staci, for Ell and Staci, on repeat, again and again, until Joseph guides the paper from him and praises, "There. You've done well."

For Joey.

Wes flexes his hand around the pen in his hand. Seed, he thinks. 

Then he thinks, Fuck, and barely remembers to say anything to Joseph before he stumbles out of the church like a drunken man. He doesn't even know where he's going until he collapses onto his and Ell's bed in their cabin.

"I think I'm a fucking idiot," he says into the pillow, as his stomach turns and turns and turns.

It'll be a fucking miracle if he ever gets to go home.

[footballerimaginess]

2020 Imagines

Here are all of my imagines which I have posted in the year 2020. It has been a long year, so of course I have posted so much that I actually forgot I even wrote some of these imagines. But please enjoy reading these, I would love to know what your favourite imagine I wrote is. Also can you show this some love, I have put so much effort into writing all these imagines as well as putting this list together. 

JANUARY  1) Leroy Sane - You’re hiding something from me part 2 2) Roman Burki - Adopting A Princess Part 2  3) Jesse Lingard - She’s A Bully Part 2  4) Karim Benzema - Girlfriend Or Wife Part 2  5) Ben Chilwell - Member Of The Crew  6) Eric Dier - Birthday Love  FEBRUARY  1) Jack Grealish - After Game Fun  2) Andy Robertson - Friends Or More?  3) Trent Alexander Arnold - Press Conference  4) Kostas Manolas - Cup Of Tea  5) Dele Alli - Rebound  6) Pierre Emerick Aubamayeng - Not A Secret  7) Hector Bellerin - Back Home  8) Paulo Dybala - Down To The Wire  9) Trent Alexander Arnold - Morning Riser  10) Frenkie De Jong - Coffee Date  11) Dele Alli - Playstation  12) Trent Alexnder Arnold - Supportive Boyfriend  13) Hector Bellerin - In The Stands  14) Jan Vertonghen - Hard Times  15) Niklas Stark - Feeling Lonely  16) Mauricio Pochettino - Dad’s The Word  17) Federico Bernardeschi - Spa Day  18) Piotr Zielinksi - Pamper Session  19) Jesse Lingard - Secret Fan  20) Marcus Rashford - That Ex  21) Jesse Lingard - Mummy Daddy Fighting  22) Jesse Lingard - Jealous Boy  23) Federico Bernardesch - Surprise Birthday Party  24) Zlatan Ibrahimovic - Home Sweet New Home  25) Paulo Dybala - Old Football Club  26) Alex Meret - How We Met  27) Dele Alli - Say Goodbye  28) Jesse Lingard - New Boots  29) Federico Bernardeschi - Disney Princess  MARCH  1) Jan Vertonghen - Stupid Fight  2) Ben Chiwell - Barbecue Night  APRIL  1) Eric Dier - Baby Kicks  2) Paulo Dybala - Friends with benefits  3) Alex Oxlade Chamberlain - I want pickles  4) Jesse Lingard - Gender Reveal Party  5) Trent Alexander Arnold - Multiple Babies  6) Roman Burki - Baby’s Room  7) Harry Winks - Hormonal  8) Ben Chilwell - 9 Months  9) Kylian Mbappe - Missing The Birth  10) James Maddison -  Daddy’s Day Out  11) Julian Brandt - Sick Baby  12) John Stones - John The Softy  13) Frenkie De Jong - Blurb  14) Eric Dier - Easter Blurb  15) Neymar - Just No More  16) Julian Brandt - Easter Blurb  17) Harry Kane - Easter Blurb  18) Paulo Dybala - Easter Blurb  19) Eric Dier - Easter Blurb  20) Christian Pulisic - Baby Goes Home  21) Federico Bernardeschi - Sweet Music  22) Antoine Greizmann - Can We Have A Baby  23) Leon Goretzka - Baby Shopping  24) Dele Alli - I Feel Sick  25) Joshua Kimmich - Baby Kimmich  26) Virgil Van Dijk - My Little Mascot  27) Eric Dier - Lego Buddies  28) Tyrone Mings - Gym Workout  29) Ben Davies - Afternoon Nap  30) Jadon Sacnho - FaceTime Calls  31) Frenkie De Jong - Blurb  32) Julian Brandt - Blurb  33) Kepa Arrizabalaga - Blurb  34) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  35) Frenkie De Jong - Blurb  36) Pau Torres - Blurb  37) Christian Pulisic - TikTok Challenges  38) James Maddison - Night Walk  39) Dele Alli - Playstation Games  40) Reiss Nelson - Distraction  41) Alvaro Medran - Snakes And Ladders  42) Paulo Dybala - Work Work Work  MAY  1) Jan Vertonghen - Virtual Quiz  2) Ben Chiwell - Dinner Party  3) Hector Bellerin - Shaved Head  4) John Stones - Lockdown Date Night  5) Kai Havertz - Bake With Me  6) Julian Brandt - I’m with you  7) Pau Torres - Sore Loser  8) Thorgan Hazard - Painter  9) Harry Winks - The Baker  10) Ximo Navarro - Bored In The House  11) Ben Chilwell - Member Of The Crew Part 2  12) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  13) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  14) Eric Dier - Blurb  15) Virgil Van Dijk - Blurb  16) Eric Dier - Beauty Therapist  17) Hector Bellerin - Come Live With Me  18) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  19) Roman Burki - Blurb  20) Marcus Rashford - Blurb  21) Julian Brandt - Blurb  22) Federico Bernardeschi - Blurb  23) Paulo Dybala - Blurb  24) Sergi Roberto - Blurb  25) Dele Alli - Blurb  26) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  27) Dele Alli - Blurb  28) Harry Winks - Blurb  29) Marco Asensio - Blurb  30) Eric Dier - Your Biggest Fan  31) Hector Bellerin - Two Dogs  32) Eric Dier - Amusement Park  JUNE  1) Trent Alexander Arnold - My Eyes Are Up Here  2) Kylian Mbappe - Grip your hair  3) Trent Alexander Arnold - You haven’t lost me  4) Ben Chilwell - There’s A Monster  5) Kylian Mbappe - Why are you in my room?  6) Jack Grealish - Don’t Leave  7) Kylian Mbaeppe - Stretch Marks  8) James Maddison - Dog’s Best Friend  9) Kylian Mbappe - My Body Wash  10) Marco Asensio - First Zoo Trip  11) Dele Alli - We’re not just friends  12) Neymar - I fell in love with you, not them  13) Dele Alli - In The Loft  14) Ben Chiwell - Nothing is wrong with you  15) Lukasz Pisczesk - Single Life  16) Donny Van De Beek - You make me weak  17) Marco Reus - The alcohol’s taking  18) Paulo Dybala - Stubborness  19) Nicolas Taglifico - Is That My Shirt?  20) Anyone You Like - Father’s Day  21) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  22) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  23) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  24) Ross Barkley - Blurb  25) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  26) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  27) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  28) Dele Alli - Blurb  29) Kylian Mbappe - Blurb  30) Dele Alli  Blurb  31) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  32) Lionel Messi - Blurb  33) Olivier Giroud - Blurb  34) Eden Hazard - Blurb  35) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  36) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  37) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  38) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  39) Harry Kane - Blurb  40) Robert Lewandowski - Blurb  41) Sergio Ramos - Blurb  42) Eden Hazard - Blurb  43) Jack Grealish - Blurb  44) Sergio Ramos - Blurb  45) John Stones - Blurb  46) Frenkie De Jong - Always On My Mind  47) Antoine Griezmann - I’m not being used no more  48) Leon Goretzka - You make me safe  49) Federico Bernardeschi - I think I’m in love with you  50) Jesse Lingard - It’s always been you  51) Marcus Rashford - I’m not going anywhere  52) Eric Dier - Bubble Bath  53) Antoine Griezmann - Rest Of My Life  54) Stefanos Kapino - Up All Night  55) Trent Alexander Arnold - So Kissable  56) Trent Alexander Arnold - The things you do to me  JULY  1) Dele Alli - Black Joggers  2) Ben Chilwell - Member Of The Crew Part 3  3) Hector Bellerin - To My Ex  4) James Maddison - A Little Miracle  5) James Maddison - A Little Miracle Part 2  6) Eric Dier - In The Shed  7) Isco - Blurb  8) Eric Dier - Blurb  9) Marcus Rashford - Blurb  10) James Maddison - Blurb  11) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  12) James Maddison - Blurb  13) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  14) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  15) Dele Alli - Blurb  16) Leon Goretzka - Blurb  17) Eric Dier - Blurb  18) Federico Bernardeschi - Blurb  19) Federico Bernardeschi - Blurb  20) Toby Alderweireld - Blurb  21) Julian Brandt - Blurb  22) Christian Pulisic - Blurb  23) Tyrone Mings - Blurb  24) Harry Winks - Blurb  25) Jack Grealish - Blurb  26) Jadon Sancho - Blurb  27) Eric Dier - Blurb  28) Eric Dier - Blurb  29) Sergi Roberto - Blurb  30) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  31) Allison Becker - Blurb  32) Raul Jiminez - Blurb  33) James Justin - Blurb  34) James Maddison - Blurb  35) Steven Bergwijn - Blurb  36) Giovani Lo Celso - Blurb  37) Giovani Lo Celso - Blurb  38) Emil Krafth - Blurb  39) Nick Pope - Blurb  40) Tyrone Mings - Blurb  41) Virgil Van Dijk - Blurb  42) Jack Grealish - Blurb  43) Ruben Loftus Cheek - Blurb  44) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  45) Max Aarons - Blurb  46) Mason Mount - Blurb  47) Ruben Loftus Cheek - Blurb  48) Virgil Van Dijk - Blurb  49) Wilfried Zaha - Blurb  50) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  51) Sergio Aguero - Blurb  52) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  53) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  54) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  55) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  56) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  57) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Blurb  58) Aaron Connolly - Blurb  59) Raul Jiminez - Blurb  60) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  61) Dele Alli - Blurb  62) Trent Alexander Arnold - Blurb  63) Che Adams - Blurb  64) Neco Williams - Blurb  65) Todd Cantwell - Blurb  66) Jack Wilshere - Blurb  67) Todd Cantwell - Blurb  68) Jack Grealish - Blurb  69) Callum Wilson - Blurb  70) Sander Berge - Blurb  71) Tyrone Mings - Blurb  AUGUST  1) Eric Dier - I’m moving teams  2) Neymar - I’m moving countries  3) Reiss Nelson - I can’t ignore this  4) Paulo Dybala - I’m you number one supporter  5) Leon Goretzka - Surgery  6) Marcus Rashford - I can’t handle it  7) Dele Alli - The Media  8) Dele Alli - I’m so proud of you  9) Ben Chilwell - Dream  10) Marco Asenio - Medal round your neck  11) Harry Winks - My biggest game of my life  12) Federico Bernardeschi - I can’t play this season  13) Rhian Brewster - It’s an honour  14) Marc Bartra - My Baby  15) Ruqui Puig - I’m struggling not playing  16) Jadon Sancho - Play for your country  17) Alex Oxlade Chamberlain - Daddy has to go now  18) Ben Chilwell - Why does daddy need to go? 19) Trent Alexander Arnold - That Trophy  20) Dele Alli - I should have done better�� *21) Noah Beck - Broody Beck  22) Kylian Mbappe - You could have been nicer  23) Eric Dier - The Dirty Text  24) Tyrone Mings - Sigh  25) Christian Pulisic - Attention  26) Jadon Sancho - Kissing your best friend  27) Trent Alexander Arnold - Naked  28) Tyrone Mings - Is your man still around?  29) Ben Chilwell - Rating the day  30) Trent Alexander Arnold - I ate all your snacks  31) Jordan Henderson - The wrong name check  SEPTEMBER  1) Paulo Gazzaniga - I have a human growing  2) James Maddison - You are pregnant?  3) Ben Chilwell - I miss daddy  4) Nicolas Tagalifico - Stretch Marks  5) Federico Bernardeschi - Pregnancy Test?  6) Marco Asensio - Wrapped round your little finger  7) Eric Dier - Bump is in the way  8) Harry Winks - My life is complete with you  9) Julian Brandt - The First Meeting  10) Eric Dier - You bought the kids a dog?  11) Eric Dier - I’m too young to have a baby  12) Kai Havertz - Troublesome Twins  13) Paulo Gazzaniga - I’m Late  14) Eric Dier - I can’t do this  15) Reiss Nelson - He is kicking  16) Jack Grealish - Skin To Skin  17) Marco Asensio - Pregnancy is hard  18) Paulo Dybala - I need a plaster  19) Antoine Greizmann - Stomach Bug?  20) Frenkie De Jong - Pregnant Again  21) Ben Davies - It’s your turn  22) Roman Burki - We do make cute babies  23) Joshua Kimmich - Pregnancy Hormones  24) Leon Goretzka - You are pissing me off  25) Nemanja Matic - Sneaky Wine  26) Jadon Sancho - Where do babies come from?  27) Harry Kane - Triplets  28) Trent Alexander Arnold - Homework  29) Dele Alli - Baby Clothes  30) Trent Alexander Arnold - Nothing fits me  OCTOBER 1) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat  2) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat Chapter 2  3) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat Chapter Three  4) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trck Or Treat Chapter Four  5) Tyrone Mings - Story - Trick Or Treat Chapter Five  6) Reiss Nelson - Trick And Treating  7) Dele Alli - Halloween Party  8) Leon Goretzka - You scared me  9) Dele Alli - Scary movie night  10) Ben Chilwell - Sweets  11) Jack Grealish - I hate scary films  12) Marcus Rashford - Ghost  13) Eric Dier - Halloween Decorations  14) Eric Dier - Scaredy Cat  15) Trent Alexander Arnold - Scary Date Night  16) Tyrone Mings - Prank War  17) Emre Can - Someone touched me  18) Reiss Nelson - Bedtime Story  19) Harry Winks - I’m not dressing up  20) Jadon Sancho - Ouijia Board  21) Christian Pulisic - I want them sweets  22) Eric Dier - Ghost Train  23) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  24) Eric Dier - Burb  25) Jack Grealish - Blurb  26) James Maddison - Blurb 27) Jesse Lingard - Blurb  28) Ben Chilwell - Blurb  29) Son Heung Min - Blurb  30) Stefanos Kapino - Blurb  31) Takumi - Blurb  32) Jack Grealish - Blurb  33) Hector Bellerin - Blurb  34) Eric Dier - Blurb  35) Hugo Lloris - Blurb  36) Mason Mount - Blurb  NOVEMBER  1) Pierre Emile Hojbjerg - Blurb  2) Eric Dier - Blurb  3) Harry Winks - Blurb  4) Eric Dier - Blurb  5) Jack Grealish - Blurb  6) Eric Dier - Blurb  7) Jack Grealish - Blurb  8) Eric Dier - Blurb  9) Eric Dier - Blurb  10) Jack Grealish - Blurb  11) Andy Robertson - Blurb  12) Jack Grealish - Blurb  13) Eric Dier - Blurb  DECEMBER  1) Ben Chilwell - Christmas Song  2) Toby Alderweireld - Wrapping Presents  3) Eric Dier - Die Hard  4) James Maddison - This Is my present  5) Ben Chilwell - Santa’s Naughty List  6) Dominic Calvert Lewin - Meet Santa  7) Trent Alexander Arnold - Cooking Dinner  8) Christian Pulisic - How many more times?  9) Christian Pulisic - Ugly Christmas Jumper  10) Ruben Loftus Cheek - You’re the biggest child  11) Jack Grealish - Such a pretty face  12) Julian Brandt - First Christmas  13) Mason Mount - I’m not going shopping  14) Jack Grealish - It’s absolutely freezing  15) James Maddison - Ice Skating  16) Harry Winks - Kiss me under the mistletoe  17) Marcus Rashford - Snowman  18) Eric Dier - Hungover On Christmas Day  19) Paulo Dybala - I hate Christmas  20) Jesse Lingard - Cat Climbs The Tree  21) Giovani Lo Celso - Advent Calander  22) Anyone you Like - Snowball  23) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  24) Jadon Sancho - Christmas Blurb  25) Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas Blurb  26) Tyrone Mings - Christmas Blurb  27) Matty Cash - Christmas Blurb  28) Matty Cash - Christmas Blurb  29) Matty Cash - Christmas Blurb  30) Jack Grealish - Christmas Blurb  31) Anyone you Like - Blurb  32) James Maddison - Christmas Blurb  33) Anyone You Like - Blurb  34) John Stones - Christmas Blurb  35) Bastian Schweinsteiger - Christmas Blurb  36) Anyone you like - Christmas Blurb  37) Leon Goretzka - Christmas Blurb  38) Jack Grealish - Christmas Blurb  39) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  40) Reiss Nelson - Christmas Blurb  41) Mason Mount - Christmas Blurb  42) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  43) James Maddison - Christmas Blurb  44) Ben Chilwell - Christmas Blurb  45) Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas Blurb  46) James Maddison - Christmas Blurb  47) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  48) Kalvin Phillips - Christmas Blurb  49) Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas Blurb  50) Eric Dier - Christmas Blurb  51) Anyone You Like - Christmas  Tagging: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @lawsandother @meteora-fc @sanchos-dream @spursondele @kingkepaff @farmers-league @kkim120 @glam-khal @lxndonorris @footballxixstars 

[chilly-me-softly]

Heyhey

I was the one who asked if you only write for England players. Thank you for responding! Okay so my request, bcs I'm from Belgium I like to request something for Eden and Thorgan Hazard maybe something that they both have an eye on you or something like that if you don't like the idea any Belgium footballplayer is good for me as long as it's you're writing I'm happy :)

Thank you❤️

Hope you like it x

There were some newcomers that year in the Belgium team and you were among them, you wouldn't be in direct contact with the players but you would be there for them if they needed anything.

Eden Hazard as team captain comes in to introduce himself to the new faces, staying a little longer to talk to you than the others. Something that helps you leave your nervousness aside and carry out your duties in the best possible way.

Time passes and every time the team gathers for international fixtures, you find yourself enjoying the fact that the captain has been called up again. He and his brother were two good people with whom that time passed very quickly.

Thorgan had come forward a few moments later than his brother, approaching more to tease his brother than to get to know you properly. But eventually something inside him had clicked and you'd found yourself with the two Hazard brothers around you all the time for some reason.

And you couldn't help but notice that you enjoyed their company but behaved differently with the two of them. With Eden you used to chat and confide in each other as if you were among friends, while with Thorgan you found it more difficult to have a relationship as embarrassment was always there. You didn't want to create problems between the two brothers because you had seen something on their side and so you made things clear to the eldest of the Hazards, sharing things with him, who was mature enough to understand how things were. That had helped make you even closer if nothing else and since then he had done nothing but exchange smiles and winks with you that had been misread over and over again by the others.

"(Y/N)!" Thorgan comes running into the kitchen where you're eating before your shift begins, startling you slightly.

"Thorgan, what's going on?" you ask as he approaches you confused.

"Edan told me you weren't feeling well..."

"Um no, he must have misunderstood" you too are confused at that point but the elder Hazard's face peeking out of the small glass of the door giving you the thumbs up makes you realise it's another scheme of his to push you towards the boy.

"So you're okay?"

"I'm right here in front of you Hazard"

"Ugh don't call me that" he complains, "you make me sound like everyone else"

"What do you mean?"

"You call my brother that and I... nothing just leave it"

"Thorgan" you call back to him getting up from your seat when he turns his back to you. You rest a hand on his shoulder and the next thing you know you're up against the table a couple of inches away from his lips.

His gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips for what seems like an eternity before you lean forward, wrapping your lips around his.

"Is this unique enough?" you murmur before his lips are on yours again.

[oftenderweapons]

Small Town Swoons

Hello buttercups! Here is the big fat project I was talking about. I am giving you snippets and teasers of the whole thing, just to let you know what you’re all getting yourself into. 

There are some spicy tidbits here and there, so I would suggest only mature (18+) people read and/or engage with this post. 

I’ll be starting with Yoongi since his piece is really in the holiday spirit and I’m super hella inspired to write it, but don’t worry, Steamy waters is still coming (just know that I’m not done publishing stuff for the night 👀)

Let me know what you think about this project, what story you like the most and which one you really really look forward to reading 💕✨

Just in case you need it, here is my masterlist

Enjoy 💜

Apple of My Pie — Jin

In the bakery and café near the university many students barge in, desperate for coffee and the delicious apple pies served there once October comes. Some of them barge in for the sweet sight of the owner, still mysteriously single. Little do you know that he’s been pining after you for years, since you ran into his café in a slow, rainy Sunday morning, drenched like a stray kitten, asking only for friendly help. Friendship sparks easily and his comfort tastes as sweet as autumn apples. That’s how you find yourself flatmates, watching movies with his secret recipe hot cocoa on Saturday evenings and waking up to the delicious scent of his pies on Sunday morning. But the sudden apparition of a rival makes you wonder, what would it be like to fall asleep in his bed every night?

Mold Me New — Taehyung

Divorce is a mess, especially when you’re so young and you had bet your life on your high school crush. All those things you never had to learn are scary now: dating, friends with benefits, all those secret rules on social interactions and flirting. But then your friends gift you a clay modelling lesson at the local pottery. Your teacher looks like a quiet, grumpy man who slowly warms up to you, offering you his kind smiles and gentle laughs. Right when fear that your lack in courtship manners might cost you your greatest chance at a new happiness, his lessons indirectly turn into small advice, and suddenly it feels like his hands are shaping your heart into the perfect, beautiful whole you needed. And to show him your gratitude, you’re more than willing to gift the artist his creation.

“Don’t let it dry too much. Too much water will mess it up. It will become too pliant and it won’t hold up.” That was it. The rule to love. You had bathed him in reassurance and affection, and just like that he had melted underneath your touch, and he had turned into nothing. And the love had run out. “Every shape has its specific requirements.” He explained, dipping his hands in the basin and letting the droplets fall from his fingertips. “Wet hands, but not drenched.” Once he was happy with the result he sat up, his foot starting a small pressure on the pedal. “See, here we go. The clay will show how much water it needs. Easy on the pedal. Very slow. You’re warming it up. Be gentle. You’re not sure it’s good. Just like with people. Easy at first, and once it works you speed up.” He smiled at the material underneath his hands. “Gentle. Easy.” He said, his sinewy fingers gently pressing into the art piece to be. His fingers seemed to stretch and bend imperceptibly, as if he was feeling the very texture of the material, and of the final result he wanted to obtain. “That’s the secret to good things.”

The Shrew, Untamed — Jimin

Everyone gets married in small towns. The hairdresser’s daughter, the butcher’s niece, the doctor’s granddaughter. Even your best friend. And someone has to organise all the weddings. You have taken part in so many it is unnerving. You’re not asking for a husband, a simple fuckbuddy would suffice. You don’t even need someone with skill, you just need to have sex with a human. Though your goal seems unattainable and life apparently truly sucks, the petty florist where you order the flower arrangements offers you a beacon of hope, comforting you and spoiling you whenever you visit his shop, condescending to your every whim. Will he satisfy your every wish or will you have to supervision your best friend’s wedding on the verge of sanity?

“Sit down, sweet pea.” He said, offering you his chair. He immediately stood behind you, digging his fingers into your shoulders, massaging them. He always smelled like greenery. It was relaxing. “Who pissed on your roses, tiger?” He asked, his thumbs drawing circles at the base of your neck. You moaned and closed your eyes. “Poor baby. So stressed.” He purred, laughing. “Portia is getting married.” You groaned. He ohed. “Your friend, Portia?” You frowned and pouted. “That bitch. Portia.” You growled. He laughed a silvery sound. “It’s your best friend.” “It’s a stressed out insult. She wants me to plan it. Jimin, I am so tired of watching people getting married.” He kneaded the nerves near to your spine. “It’s a professional hazard, baby’s breath.” His finger stilled as he reached the middle of your back without finding the clasp of your bra. He moved upwards, ignoring the small detail. “It’s the third in two weeks. I can’t. Is everybody getting married this spring?” You asked, your head rolling forward. “I’m tired. Stressed. Grumpy.” You whine. “Baby, you have your sugarcane at home, use it.” He said, referring to your swirl shaped dildo. You shook your head. “It’s the warmth. Human touch. Sympathy.” Ask me, please — Jimin mentally begged — I’ll be so sweet to you. “And now I even need a plus one for Portia’s wedding. Lest she pairs me up with her cousin. Did I mention that he’s thirty and bald?” You sighed. “I can help.” He said. “With the Plus one.” He clarified. “Don’t expect me to get my fingers in your pie, blossom.” He stated. You shook your head. “Your loss.” You tutted. His loss, for sure. Not like you wanted him massaging your breasts as you sucked him off, laying on your white silk sheets, his dulcet moans filling your lonely room and your empty

Natural Connection — Namjoon

The city sucks. And before you definitely choose to resign from your job, you spend the money earned with your all-work-and-no-play attitude in a reinvigorating holiday in a natural resort in the woods. What you find is true heaven on earth, an eden of wonders and explorations. When you meet your guide, who will follow you and you alone, you almost cannot believe your luck. The closed-off man leads you through all the breathtaking sights of your location, offering you emotions and landscapes unrivalled — both in terms of wildlife and... well, humans? The steamy atmosphere seems to keep growing hotter together with the summer days, and before you can think twice your big friendly giant helps you get rid of the hots. What happens when your Adam and Eve idyllium gets interrupted by a ruckus of stag-partying jocks?

Namjoon knew your average blood pressure at rest and under effort, your shoe size, your weight and height. Still when he found you right before him he could barely believe the sight of you. He knew you were small but this small? He was surprised. Amazed. Completely dazzled by your size. “Uhm. Kim Namjoon?” You asked, hesitant. God, even your voice was small — he noticed. As you got even closer, he realised you barely reached his sternum. He was endeared. He imagined how hugging you would feel. Why was he imagining to hug a stranger? “Hello! Welcome to the Valley!” He said, offering you his hand. You took it and shook it energetically. “Thank you. I assume you will be my guide during my stay.” You commented. “Exactly. I'll be your coach and your guide through the whole experience.” “Perfect.” You smiled. He was dumbstruck by it. So sweet and bright. You noticed he had a nice voice. And a kind smile. He looked like a very gentle giant. “Have you brought any specific equipment with you or would you prefer to use the one we offer?” “I have trekking boots and walking sticks. You know, basic stuff that's difficult to find when you're the size of a teapot.” He laughed a loud belly laugh, which surprised you and pleased you. “Okay, we can head to the hall and chat about your activity plan.” He said, leading you. Walking behind him was definitely a hard challenge, both because his legs were kilometric — and damn fine — and because how could you not stare at that ass right in front of your gaze, clad in oh-so tight shorts? Once he realized you were basically running behind him, he turned, a bit confused. And then embarrassed. “Sorry,” he smiled sheepishly, taking shorter steps. "Don't worry, it's okay. I'm a fast walker." You stated. He grinned. He barely stopped himself from murmuring a 'cute'. You were adorable.

Ink ‘n’ Run — Jungkook

People find awful ways to inculcate mean insecurities in our lives. It is to get rid of insecurity that you head to the talented tattooist in a small town near your campus, ready to ink your fears away. Ready to start from zero, you let yourself enjoy a night out clubbing and a steamy one night stand with a tattoed god. Hit by the morning-after regrets, you run away before he wakes up. Little do you know that he’ll be the man you’ll be spending several hours underneath, half-naked as he inks you. Such a shame that you keep running away each time he is ready to ask you for a date. And that he keeps running away after you convince yourself to concede him one. Will you manage to let each other see that you click perfectly or will you let that night be just an accident?

“Oh. You’re back. Lovely to see you, how can I help you?” He looks sweet. God, he was sweet, of course he looks sweet; you thought. He was the most gentle man you had ever been with. Wicked hips, but such a sweet mouth. “Uhm, I have an appointment?” You said, showing him the business card with the date and time of your appointment. “Oh.” His expression was the perfect depiction of confusion. “Uhm. I guess you can come into my studio, then. Do you have someone with you? Would you like Daisy to come in?” He said, looking at the girl sitting at the reception table. “No, I’m cool.” You forced yourself to form a tiny, polite smile on your face. As he walked ahead of you you noticed the way his tight black t-shirt hugged his narrow waist. And his wonderful, jeans-clad, toned ass. God, he had rammed into you like a mad man that night. You shook your head, trying to bring yourself back to reality. Meanwhile, his mind was fuelled by millions of questions. Why had you run? Were you freaked out by what was happening? Were you as affected as he was at the idea of him working on you? Did you think he was a fuckboy? Would you let him take you out on a date? Would you let him fuck you again? Wait, scratch the last one.

Head over Heals — Hoseok

You are the most talented ice skater of your state. Or rather, you were. Your career was harshly interrupted by an unfortunate accident. Healing from the hurtful events takes strong nerves and positive energy. Luckily, your physiotherapist — the neighbour of your childhood home — is the most positive, enthusiastic person. New feelings bloom like daisies on a warm spring morning, while old feelings rekindle and light your way back home like a field of fireflights, back to places that you’ve always loved. It takes little time to get used again to his sweet energy and his gentle hands, healing your body and your soul. It takes even less time to fall head over heels for him.

“What changed?” He asked, drying your tear with his thumb. “I don’t know. It feels like it changed.” He smiled. “You’re still the same to me. Same bright eyed little girl running around in a summer dress, smelling like honey shampoo and sun cream. You feel like home. I think nothing has been okay since you were gone.” Your heart took a second to melt and resolidify around that new truth. “Hobi.” His eyes were glittering. “I think I always had a soft spot for you. You and your knees always scraped, the small curls framing your face, the way your braids came undone that night as we were driving away after prom in the convertible your parents ran away in when they eloped.” He looked so sad. And so beautiful. “Hoseok, I never forgot you, you know. You were my first.” You confessed. “And you were mine.” He replied. He paused. “We were perfect.” “We were.” You replied. We still could be. We are.

Sugar and Spice — Yoongi

A new girl moves into town, her goal starting her life from scrap. And then on a foggy autumn night she ventures in the local pub, where she meets a cute, tattooed bartender who happens to be the local sweetheart. Fate — and the sweet granny next door — seem to push them together; it’s only a matter of time before feelings bloom and attraction becomes too intense to resist. The magic of a small town, and that loneliness that they share and understand so deeply, bring them close at the most wonderful time of the year. Love can blossom even in the dead of winter and who knows, maybe they’ll find a new life by the time of the new year?

“How does it feel to live in a small town?” You asked, stretching your legs out the flannel blanket. Sunlight came in through the yellow leaves of the apple trees. “Like time doesn’t really exist. Until you don’t have any left and suddenly your friends are getting married and having children and all you have is a useless piece of paper stating that you’re a doctor.” He said. “But it’s okay. It’s lovely, at times like this.” He said, looking at the sky. “Marriage and kids are overrated.” You said, laying down. He looked at you, your eyes closed, your hair coming out of his beanie, currently covering your head. “Don’t leave me alone here.” You had a beauty he had never known. Or that maybe he had seen in his mother. That rough, tough beauty that looks dangerous from afar. Delicate from up close. You weren’t gracious. You weren’t cobwebs and golden hair and clouds. You were the ground, the trees, the stone. You were the mountains capped in ice, beautiful and so endangered. Still, so steady. You were the forest, eternal. Nothing could marr you. No man, no humanly disgrace. You would weather and transform, like nature does. Maybe he was idealising you, maybe he was giving you all those traits he had always wished in a woman. “Stop staring at me. Lay down. Enjoy your seconds before you turn into a fifty-something lonesome worm.” You teased. He laid. Your hand found his. “I’ll tell you how a small town feels like, based on the opinion of a girl from a big city.” He exhaled a laugh. “It’s comfort. Like when it rains outside but you’re in your bed and you’re warm and you don’t have to get up. You can simply lay.” He rolled onto his side, staring at your eyelashes. If I blink, will she disappear?