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Accidental Confession | Eden Hazard
fighting + angry love confession with eden?
Warnings: a bit of angst, implied sexy times
A/N: made this a bit angsty but also soft; enjoy x
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You let out a frustrated sigh as you read the text that just appeared on your phone. It wasn’t the first time your friend Eden had cancelled on you and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. Lately it had become a pattern with him and you were certain of the reason: he’d gotten another girlfriend.
It was something you were used to at this point in your friendship, but it still stung. Eden would find some new girl to hook up with and you would fall by the wayside until he dumped her and came crawling back to you, apologizing profusely for wasting all the time he had on the girl. Normally, you would accept it - the man could be persuasive and he knew you too well - and everything would go back to the way it was, but you were fed up with it this time.
Right on schedule, two weeks later, there was a knock on the door. You opened it, knowing full well what you would find on the other side of the door. Eden had a bottle of your favourite liquor in his hand, an apologetic look on his face that almost made you want to forgive him.
“What do you want?” You asked in no uncertain tone, narrowing your eyes at him.
“You. Us. Our friendship back.”
Normally, those five words would make you swoon and you’d have already let him in, but you knew better this time. “And why should I say yes this time, Eden?” You sighed.
“Because it’s the truth.”
You huffed out an incredulous laugh. “As if I haven’t fallen for that line a dozen times already.”
Eden paused, thinking. “Because I miss my best friend?”
You crossed your arms, leaning against the door frame. “Try harder.”
“What?! It’s the truth!” Eden exploded, and you were tempted to let him in so as not to disturb your neighbours but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“I miss you, too, Eden, but I don’t go ditching you every single time I meet a new guy - if I did, you’d never hear from me.” You were bluffing, but Eden didn’t need to know that; after all, he hadn’t been around for the last few months while he ran through girls like candy.
Eden balked. “Wait…you’ve been seeing someone?”
Your stomach dipped at the emotion in his words but you didn’t let yourself seem affected as you said, “So what if I have? It’s not like you’d care anyway.”
“You’re wrong.”
The words are spoken so softly you’re not sure you’ve heard them at first but then Eden’s eyes meet yours and you see all the emotion behind them.
“Why am I wrong?” You challenge, pressing him further. “Scared I’ve met someone better than you?”
“We both know that’s impossible,” he jokes and you hate that you smile at that. “I just need to make sure he’s treating my girl right.”
“Your girl? Please. When have I ever been your girl?”
“You’ve always been my girl.”
“Like hell I have!” You paused, thinking it over. “Actually, you’re right.”
“I am?”
“Yes, because you’re treating me exactly the way you treat all the girls you fuck, except you’re not fucking me.”
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do!”
“No, I don’t because I don’t love them like I love you!”
The sentence hung in the air, you and Eden staring at each other.
“Now, why did you have to go and say something like that, Eden?” You asked when you finally found your voice.
“Because it’s the truth.” His eyes met yours and you could tell he was sincere.
“Eden, I-”
“You don’t have to say anything right now,” he said, cutting you off. He said your name with such reverence, you almost felt like crying. “Just know that when you figure it out, I’ll be here waiting. I love you, and I hope that you love me, too.”
“Prove it,” you said, suddenly confident.
Eden balked. “How?”
“Kiss me.”
“No, not like this,” Eden murmured, a tortured expression on his face. He took a step towards you and you took one backwards, pressing yourself against the door. His hand came up to cup your cheek and you sucked in a breath. “When I kiss you, I want to know it’s because you feel the same way.”
His eyes searched yours and you couldn’t deny that he was awakening previously-hidden feelings inside you. For so long, you’d quelled your more romantic notions when it came to Eden Hazard, given his womanizing tendencies, but now that you were given the opportunity to see this side of him - the side that wanted you - you were conflicted.
Without any more hesitation, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. You pulled away when he didn’t return the kiss, realizing he didn’t actually feel the same way as he said he did.
“I…sorry,” you murmured, stepping back.
“Don’t be,” Eden replied, pulling you back into him and kissing you again before you could register what he was doing.
You clung to his shoulders as his mouth explored yours, your tongue tangling with his.
“So,” Eden gasped, his forehead pressed against yours, “are you going to let me in now?”
You nodded, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him inside, “Show me how badly you want me, Eden.”
#eden hazard angst#eden hazard smut#eden hazard fluff#eden hazard x reader#eden hazard blurbs#eden hazard blurb#eden hazard oneshot#eden hazard one shot#eden hazard imagines#eden hazard imagine
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I CANNOT get cooking for Spence out of my headdddd!!! Like imagine just cooking for him while he sits at the table reading a book or standing behind you, looking at the dishes you have going on the stove!!!!! Just so much domestic fluffff!!! I KNOW he tears up every once in a while when he realizes how much reader loves him and shows it through food and making sure he’s being well fed!!!
bucatini.
spencer x reader
the fluffiest fluff.
please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.
495.
'and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.'
spencer looked up, his glasses having fallen just slightly when he'd been bent over, were now perched just on the edge of his nose. and even though you hadn't turned from the bucantini, you still knew that to be true.
you lifted the pan off the burner, extinguishing the flame and setting it aside to thicken further while you moved to grating the parmesan.
'is that it?' you finished your earlier quote.
looking up from the mini pile of cheese snow you saw spencer then. leaned against the counter, page 678 still open in his right hand, his thumb keeping the book from closing completely, the glasses still on the edge of his nose.
a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you. 'i guess so. maybe that's it.' he recited the next line from memory. a feat his eidetic mind could've done even if east of eden's cover hadn't been worn down, a hazard of being one of his favourites.
you gave him a small smile too, turning back to add the pasta to the sauce, before moving to plate the meal.
you heard spencer close the book and set it down. then a small huff of sounds as he leaned off the counter to help you carry the plates to the table.
'how'd you know i was at that part?' spencer asked, waiting a few beats before he came behind you to reach for the wine glasses he always put away just a hair too high. one part the way your body looked reaching for them, two parts the feeling he got knowing you needed his help, needed him.
'aside from nearly being done the book, you always get this look on your face when you get to those lines.' you answered, taking the glasses from his hands.
'and what look is that?' spencer wondered as he pulled your favourite red from the fridge.
you shrugged, a small smile on your face as you recalled the way he looked just a few moments before. 'i don't know, just, you. just completely absorbed. like you know the ending is coming. not because you've read it a million times or because the pages are drying up, like a knots being tied and you can feel things wrapping up and you're at a kind of peace. i know that sounds crazy.'
'not crazy.' spencer assured you, filling both your glasses, he dropped a soft barely there and yet somehow unmissable kiss on your cheek. 'thank you.'
'i'm happy to cook for you love.'
'not for that,' he huffed as he plopped into his seat, pausing as he reached for his fork, 'well yes for that but thank you,' he looked up at you, 'for seeing me.'
you smiled, reaching across your small table, lifting his glasses just slightly, and wiping the few tears brimming. 'i'm happy to see you love.'
#spencer x reader#spencer reid#criminal minds#matthew gray gubler#matthew gubler#spencer fic#spencer fluff#spencer reid x reader
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Slide into this inbox and tell me if you want part 4 of And They Were Roommates or an Eden Hazard one shot posted tonight. The other one will be posted tomorrow or the next day.
#james rodriguez fic#james rodriguez x reader#james rodriguez imagine#eden hazard fic#eden hazard x reader#eden hazard imagine#football imagine#football fic
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Callum Turner x Reader - After-match, Part One (smut)
A/N: Since I'm very much obsessed with Callum Turner at the moment, I felt it was only fair I give it a go. It gets smutty towards the end, announcing a second part that will be extremely smutty. Read at your own risk.
When Callum's favourite football team is qualified for the final, Y/N has an idea in mind for the after-match. For obvious reasons, set before Covid.
"Chelsea qualified for the Final!", Callum shouted with a large grin on his lips and a tear hanging "Chelsea's in final!"
On the other side of the apartment they shared was Y/N who was watching Vikings on her computer. She shut down the laptop and reached out for her boyfriend of two years, throwing herself in his arms "Yeah! Good job! I'm sure you screaming for most of the game has something to do with it"
"Hey! For once, it's not you who's screaming!" Callum smiled with an even bigger smile, proudly exhibiting his teeth. He plucked Y/N off the floor and kissed her while she was still in his embrace "They're going to that bloody final!"
Y/N who could not resist her boyfriend's smile, joined in and together they started singing Three Lions.
There were four days until the final since the other team still had to get qualified. Although Y/N was not much of a football supporter, when a competition was on, she could not do any other way than to hear about it.
Callum was passionate to say the least. Chelsea in the final of the Premier League was absorbing all his energy. It was a miracle he was in London for it and not on yet another set. Y/N wanted her beau all for herself but a round ball was in the way and she could not compete. Or maybe she could?
Tottenham Hotspur would fight against Chelsea. Callum was more than excited at the idea of such a great game. An ecstatic Callum was even sexier than the usual version of him, which was already pretty damn irresistible.
But anytime Y/N teased Callum, hinting at the fact that he could take care of her, there was a notification popping on his phone: "Harry Kane hurt during training, could remain on the touch", "According to specialists, could be the greatest game of the season", "Bet on Upcoming Games", which distracted him from her.
Callum had been invited by a friend to see the game and eat pizza at his. In the meantime, Y/N would have a night out with the girls.
As Callum was about to leave on the night of the game with a pack of lager, Y/N stopped him as he passed the bedroom. Her too was close to leave and was finishing her makeup as her lipstick was in her hand.
"Hey! You were not going to leave without telling me goodbye, were you?"
"Fuck! You look gorgeous in that dress!", he nearly dropped the beers when he saw Y/N in a black dress made of velvet. The fabric was stroking her lines whereas the tiny straps showed her soft arms.
"I have a deal for you", Y/N offered as she drew a wave of red on her upper lip.
"Oh yeah?" Callum asked playfully as he grasped her hip with the hand that was empty, to have her closer to him. He was only a few inches of fabric away from her nudity and had to fight his urge to remove her dress.
Y/N came even closer as she whispered in his ear "If Tottenham wins, I get to do anything I want with you tonight. But if it's Chelsea, then I'll let you do anything" She went back to seeing him eye to eye "Deal?"
"That doesn't sound fair"
"No?"
"No... I mean you know nothing about football.. With Kane down, Chelsea stands its chance of winning"
"Who said I didn't want Chelsea to win?"
Callum held back a noise that got stuck in his throat and that ressembled an animalistic growl.
"Y/N... I swear if I wasn't already late, I would have ruined that dress of yours by now"
Y/N smiled and for sole answer kissed Callum on the cheek. Callum's phone buzzed to signal him his cab had arrived.
"I'll see you later, baby!", Callum said on the threshold, ready to hurtle down the stairs.
"Can't wait!"
Callum took the cab he had booked towards Islington where his friend lived. It was not until he was seated in the back that he felt a slight discomfort in the region of his crotch. That bloody dress, he thought to himself, hoping his erection would disappear by the end of the journey.
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"Hi!", Melina, Y/N's colleague cried when the latter arrived at the pub.
The parvis in front of the establishment was packed with supporters who in turns had Tottenham's or Chelsea's scarves.
"Hey! How you're doing? Do you think we could go somewhere less crowded?"
"Are you kidding? It's the final. Anywhere we'll go, it's gonna be like that!", Melina had raised her voice to be heard.
"... At least here they serve a great fish'n'chips", Charlotte added.
Well at least she would know her fate for the rest of the night.
In Islington, Callum arrived. The commentators were already getting excited on the telly as Callum could hear from the threshold.
Callum hugged everyone there after he had set the beers on the table. Amongst them were comedians that he had met during film festivals but had not seen in years.
If the whole friend group was loud at first, making small talk and helping themselves to pizza, when the anthem started, they all got quiet.
The pub too went silent. In both the pub and at Callum's reunion, everyone had their hand on their bosom and sang along the players and the stands.
"Welcome everyone! The game starts now!", one commentator explained.
The defence was good on both sides and the tension began growing.
One missed opportunity for Chelsea later, Y/N received a text.
Cal, 9.14 pm: It's gonna be a long night
Y/N, 9.16 pm: You have no idea!
Then, the release came.
Callum and his friends echoed the neighbourhood's screams.
"It's a goal for Chelsea!", the commentator exulted in the back though no one was paying attention to him, too busy celebrating the action.
"We'll be back after the break"
Cal, 9.53 pm: You can already take your underwear off. It's coming home, baby!
Y/N, 9.54 pm: Don't wear any...
Callum nearly choked on a slice of pizza when reading his girl's text. It would indeed be a long night.
The game was on again. Was it the excitement winning the crowd over or the humiliation of the goal they could not have stopped but Tottenham marked only seven minutes later.
Y/N, 10.11 pm: Looks like you'll be all mine tonight after all!
Cal, 10.14 pm: Ain't I always?
Y/N was now fully engrossed in the game, on the edge of her seat, careful as not to miss anything from her chosen team.
"You've kept your cards close to your chest. You're into football after all, huh?" Carey, a friend from college teased Y/N.
"Cal and I have a bet for tonight. My life depends on it"
The six friends laughed at the remark.
A session of penalty shoot-out had been whistled by the referee to settle a final result.
Cal, 10.51 pm: Good luck, baby!
Y/N, 10. 51 pm: To you too, Cal!
The situation was excruciating. All the attendees in the bar were biting their nails. Callum and his friends had stopped drinking and in fact were competing as to know would hold their breath for the longest time.
The very last shot was for Eden Hazard, on Chelsea's side. If he marked, Y/N would have to surrender to Callum's fantasies. But if he missed the net, she could put to the test all the scenarios she had in her mind for the past few days.
Eden Hazard advanced on the penalty area, breathing in and out. Y/N breathed in and out too. Callum had won the breath-holding contest.
A few seconds later, the referee whistled the end of the game, making cheerful and despondent people in the audience.
#one-shot#well more like a two-shot I guess#callum turner#callum turner x reader#smut#not me being obsessed with another British actor#football as a mean to introduce some smutty material#theseus scamander#enough with the hashtag
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I apologize for the lateness, but I wanted to enter at least a little something for this event! It was mostly completed on time TwT promise
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The Garden of Obsession:
Day 1: Begonia, Beware
Suit Saeran x Reader, Ray x Reader
He wore his black suit like a prominent warning sign, its featured chain adding extra caution tape to the costume. His posture was now straighter, a threatening confidence in his every move as he played the part he felt it necessary to play.
Away went the brightly colored attire, hand selected to help weave together the mirage that you had now found your fairytale prince in the garden of Eden.
Ray had spoken so many promises and plans, concocting day dreams you’d both learn to share, whispering away your worries with his passion for romanticism.
With Ray…you felt very loved, almost entirely whisked away from reality. You could easily make a list of reasons as to why he made your heart flutter so, from his shocking talent of remembering the littlest of details about you (as if knowing them from the start), to his attentive ability to just…care. As he sprung into action, it seemed there was no room for despair as long as the two of you were together, your fingers laced between his. You couldn’t help but crave his warm affections as he yearned for yours.
But, as are so many things you tend to encounter, it was all too good to be true. You were sold and then spoon fed lies as the situation spiraled, twisting and turning until everything finally fell on its head.
Tonight, the pink room, much like your world, feels upside down. You stare at “Saeran” now, you on the ceiling as he’s below, upright on the ground and quite smug about his comfortable position. It feels hazardous, attempting to keep struggling to stay where you won’t fall, or you’ll slip down, landing directly at his feet.
You study him…you can’t help but study him and all the changes that seemingly came up with the breeze. That black suit, no doubt, will be an image stuck in your mind even as he leaves you once again alone with your feelings of trepidation.
Finally, with his outfit change, Saeran now blended in with the rest of the tragic crowd, rather than sticking out like a sore thumb. You had a feeling the “savior” orchestrated it to be this way, Ray being the only person not appearing as if headed to a funeral.
His breath is hot, fanning across your face as his proximity only causes it to feel like ticklish flames. Saeran is clearly banking on the fact that his “no entry” signs will work, successfully blocking your exits thanks to his status and orders.
And now, where do you have to run?
This was an easy question to answer, pinned between him and the wall. Nowhere. You were his to play with and tamper with for the time being, and it seemed he couldn’t get enough.
Saeran spoke and you listened.
“I bet he wanted to lock you up like this from the beginning.”
Ray? Your sweet Ray? The puzzled look on your face was perfectly telling of what words you wanted to let fall from your lips.
“Haha, don’t look so shocked, prince(ss). The only reason it didn’t happen was because he was too much of a chicken to carry that plan out.”
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Unforgiven - Taron Egerton
Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader
Warnings: None.
Summary: There is something so achingly familiar about Taron Egerton. He captures your attention from the moment you see him at Rada, your new acting school. He is the one bright spot in a place where people are constantly judged, the students and staff are rude, and security cameras watch your every move.
Except Taron wants nothing to do with you- he goes out of his way to make that very clear. But you can't ignore nor shake the feeling that you know him. You were being drawn to like a moth to a flame. You need to find out what Taron is so desperate to hide, even if it shatters you...
Read previous chapters on Wattpad @ kayegerton
Disclaimer: I do not know what college is like.. Yet. But I did some intense googling. This story is for entertainment purposes only, it is considered an AU. With that being said, hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter Eight - Cam
"Now where are you going?" Cam questions leaning up against the walls outside of Bliss lowering his round sunglasses. He appeared outside of the entrance of Bliss so suddenly you almost plowed right into him or maybe he was there for a while and you just didn't see him in your haste to get to class either way your heart began racing.
"Um class." you answered looking at him noticing his smirk as he stands up straight. Where did it look like you were going? You held a notebook in your hand titled Afternoon block and inside was your half completed theater assignment. Now would have been a great time to apologize for leaving the party so suddenly last night but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, you were already so late to class and there so was absolutely no hot water in the locker room so you had to walk all the way down to your dorm for a warm shower. Somehow what had happened after the party wasn't important anymore, you didn't want to draw anymore attention to yourself when leaving especially not after Taron had made you feel so pathetic. You didn't want Cam to think you were being rude you just wanted to move past him and be by yourself so you could try to move on and forget this mornings string of embarrassments. Except the longer Cam gazed at you the less important it felt to leave and the less you thought about Taron. How could he do that with just one simple look?
With his clear pale skin and jet black hair he made you feel different from any guy you had ever known. He was confident and popular but he was also one of the nicest guys here. He had treated you with kindness since the first day you had arrived to this school unlike some.
"Class?" he yawned dramatically. He blocked the entrance to Bliss and something about the way his mouth was set while an amused look took over his face made you eager to know what wild idea he had up his sleeve. There was a bag slung over his shoulder and a espresso cup resting in his hand. The playful smile visible in his eyes as he skimmed the top of the coffee with his finger holding up his index finger he said, "Allow me to introduce you to my motto about Rada classes. Better never than late." You laugh watching as he pushes his glasses back up on his nose, the lenses were so dark you couldn't even see a hint of his blue eyes. "Besides," he flashed you a smile. "It's almost lunch and I've got a picnic."
Lunch? You hadn't even had breakfast and you were starving. The idea of getting yelled at by Miss Bliss for missing a good thirty minutes of her class seemed less and less appealing the longer you stood there next to cam.
"Got enough for two?" you nod at the bag he was holding. Cam flashed you a grin and steered you away with a hand on your lower back from bliss and past the are where you and Taron had been when the statue toppled over nearly coming down onto the both of you. He led her a little past the stage and stopped once he came to the tree.
"I know this is a weird place for a picnic," he explained, "but it's the best spot I know to dip out of sight for a little while. On campus, anyway. Sometimes I just can't breathe in there." He gestured toward the building. You related to that, you felt both exposed and suffocated all the time at this school. You would have never guessed Cam to be the one to share the same feeling as you did with this place, he seem so calm and collected all the time. After the party last night and the espresso in his hand now you wouldn't know that he felt just as you did in this school. Suffocated. Or more so that he picked you to share the feeling with. You cracked your knuckles as Cam continued to walk past the tree coming to a stop at the statues they used for plays at the back of the stage. "What do you think? Died fighting for her love?" he asked pointing at the statue of a woman and a man. The man was holding the woman in his arms his face buried in her neck.
"Um...Maybe scarlet fever?" you say with uncertainty making your way over to the statue to get a better look. You traced the bottom of a stone rock with your finger. Cam titled his head to the side considering it.
"Possibly," he says pausing looking at you a smirk spreading across his face again. "Either that or a mysterious accident while young Jane was taking an innocent 'nap' with the neighbor boy." You tried to act offended but Cam's side glance and expectant face made you laugh. It had been a while since you were messing around with a guy, it made you miss Richard. Cam grabbed your hand pulling you to the statue of a soldier. He let go of your hand and leaned up against the thigh of the soldier. "Now this guy," he said waving his hand to the soldier. "Total draft dodger mate. Suffocated when a beam fell on him. Which goes to show never hide from a roundup."
"Is that so?" you ask looking at him smirking, "Remind me what makes you an expert on all of this?" you tease. He kept glancing at you to make sure you were smiling.
"It's my sixth sense darling." he flashed you a big innocent grin "If you'd like, there's a seventh sense and an eight sense maybe even a ninth sense where that came from."
"Impressive." you say and he winks. "But right now I think I will settle with the sense of taste. I'm starving."
"At your service madam." he says pulling out a blanket from the bag that was slung over his shoulder and spread the blanket out on the ground a couple inches away from the statues under the tree which Taron had been leaning against just days ago at detention. He unscrewed the top of the cup and the strong smell of coffee filled the air around them making your mouth water. It had been weeks since you last had a coffee, you watched as he filled the tumbler with ice and added just the right of milk on top. "I didn't bring sugar."
"That's okay. I don't take sugar anyways." you take a sip of the ice latte he made. You hum under your breath. This was the first taste of caffeine you had all week.
"That's lucky." cam says before spreading out the rest of the picnic. Your eyes grew wide as you watched him arrange the food: a dark brown baguette, a small round tub of cream cheese, a tub of olives, a bowl of deviled eggs, and two bright green apples. It didn't seem possible that Cam had fit all that in his bag or that he'd been planning on eating all this food by himself.
"Where did you get all of this?" you ask sitting down on the blanket pretending to focus on tearing off a hunk of bread. "And who else were you planning on staying with before I came along?"
"Before you came along?" he laughed sitting next to you. "I can hardly remember my bleak life before you came along." you gave him a snide look so he would know you found the comment incredibly cliche but also a little bit charming. You leaned back on your elbows and crossed your legs at the ankle. Cam reached across you for the butter knife his arm brushed your leg and then rested on the knee of your dark blue jeans. He looked up at you as if to ask if this was okay. When you didn't flinch he kept his arm on your leg and made himself food, spreading the cream cheese onto the bread. You liked the feeling of his weight on you and in this bleak day that was saying something.
"I will start with the easier question first. I help out in the kitchen a couple days a week to take my mind off things. Part of my deal tho, I'm supposed to be giving back at the moment." he rolled his eyes. "I don't mind it there, it's strangely therapeutic. That is, if you don't count the grease burns." he held out his overturned wrist to expose the tiny little burn marks on his arm. "Occupational hazard. But I do get to run the pantry." he shrugs. You couldn't resist, you take your hand across the little burns on his pale arm some were fading others seemed brand new. Before you could pull away embarrassed of your forwardness Cam grabbed your hand and squeezed. You stared at his fingers watching them wrap around your hand making your shiver and feel almost dizzy.
"Are you cold?" he asks quietly but you knew when you finally met his eyes he knew you weren't cold. He scooted even closer to you on the blanket dropping his voice to a whisper. "Now I guess your going to want me to admit that I saw you in the hallways on your way to the theater and quickly packed all this up in hopes I could convince you to skip class with me?" you fished for ice in your drink smiling.
"And you had this whole scheme of a romantic picnic. In this scenic area?" you finished.
"Hey." he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. "You're the one bringing up romance." You pull back, he was right. You were the presumptuous today and for the second time in a span of hours your face burns up as you try not to think about Taron. "That was a joke. As if it weren't obvious darling." He gazed up at the tree you both sat under. "I know it's not Eden here." He said tossing you an apple. "But lets just pretend we are at some romantic park. And to my credit there is not much to work with here." He sends you a side glance. True. "The way I see it," he begins as he leans back on the blanket. "Location is negligible." You shoot him a doubtful glance but you also wished he wouldn't have moved away from you. "Where I grew up things weren't so different from style of living here at RADA. The only upshot is, I'm finally used to my surroundings."
"So if I handed you a plane ticket to America right now you wouldn't be thrilled to be out of here?"
"Mmm... Mildly indifferent." Cam says popping an olive into his mouth.
"I don't believe you." You say giving him a shove. He looks over at you smiling.
"Then you must've had a grand childhood."
"I wouldn't know." You laugh bitterly biting into your apple going through the mental catalogue in your head of all the frowns, and lectures from your parents. All the doctor visits and therapy. No you wouldn't say you had a grand childhood because you don't remember, you only know the three hellish years you had with them before they sent you to RADA taking you away from your closest friends. But if cam couldn't even say he saw his future after rada and anything hopeful on the horizon maybe his had been worse.
Cam had taken his sunglasses off. His blue eyes were so confident as he watched you. He was holding that still pose again the one that made you feel froze to your spot. You sat up breaking his gaze he did as well but never once took his eyes off you. You let out a breathy laugh looking over at him shyly.
"I'm starting to think your a little bit strange." You say finally cracking the tiniest smile.
"Oh and just think how much more there is to know about me." He replied leaning in closer. Closer than he had when he was reaching for the butter knife closer than you expected him to be. He reached out and slowly ran his fingers through your hair. You tensed up, he was gorgeous and intriguing what you couldn't figure out is why you should be nervous but feel so comfortable around him. You couldn't take your eyes off his lips which were full and pink and moving closer making you feel dizzy. His shoulders brushed yours and you felt a strange feeling deep inside you like this was the wrong thing to do but you ignored the feeling watching as cam parted his lips and then you closed your eyes.
"There you two are!" A breathless voice cam behind you and cam pulling you right out of the moment and slammed back down into reality. You let out an exasperated sigh and turned your attention to Olivia who was standing before them with an obvious grin on her face. "I have been looking everywhere for you two."
"Now why on earth would you do such a thing?" Cam scowled scoring another few points for you.
"This was the last place I checked." She rambled counting on her fingers "I checked the dorms, gym, then under the-"
"What do you want Olivia." He snaps cutting her off almost like they had known each other for a long tine.
"I was sent by Ugh." She closed her eyes racking her brain like she was trying to come up with good excuse. "Miss Mary!" She says excitedly. "That's it." She snaps her fingers. "He- I mean she got upset that y/n was missing class. Went on about how you were such a promising student."
You narrow your eyes. Was she really following orders? Or was she just mocking you for making a good impression on a teacher. "Well come on let's get you back to class"
"Y/n you can have station three." Miss Mary says looking down at the sheet of paper when you, Cam, and Olivia enter Bliss. There was no where have you been, no points off tardiness, just Miss Mary placing you next to Emily on the other side of the stage like she hadn't even notice you had been gone. You shot Olivia an accusatory look and she just shrugs and mouths 'What?'
"Where have you been Y/n?!" Emily demands once you take a take your spot next to her. The only person who had seemed to notice your absence in class. Your eyes found Taron who was burrowed into his lines at station six. From your spot all you could see was his hair which was enough to bring a flush to your face. You sank into a chair mortified once again by their conversation in the gym. You couldn't shut out what you felt for Taron even if you also had feelings for Cam.
And you were never gonna be with him.
That was the gist of the conversation in the gym anyway after you practically thrown yourself at him. The rejection cute so deep and so close to your heart you felt certain a glance at you and anyone would know what happened.
Emily tapped the desk impatiently waiting for you to say anything about where you have been. You just were not in the mood to tell.
Miss Mary stood in the middle of the aisle besides the seats snapping her fingers to silence everyone. Her hair was down today and she met your eye.
"Two lovers cursed to endure a love that will never be." She says in a story telling way before looking at the rest of the students. "That is where our story will begin." she lowers the lights and you look over at Emily who handed you the paper before whispering.
"The casting list." You look down and at the very top of the list is your name and under you is Taron. You glance up noticing Taron was still buried in a script.
"Oh god kill me." Emily days from beside you looking at the cast list. You lean over her noticing her name, Mary Bennet. You chuckle quietly.
"You will have fourty minutes of access to the Internet on computers to do your research on notes that are given in the script at the end or you may rehearse your lines." Miss Mary says making her way up the stage. "Plays like this go back many generations. So aim to go back at least six." Wonderful. An audible sigh erupted from station six.
Taron.
Miss Mary turned to him, "Do you have a problem with this assignment Taron?" He sighed again and shrugged.
"No not at all. It's fine." He looks over at you. "Should be interesting." You looked away from him and glance at Cam a few stations away who winked at you turning to Zane practicing his lines. It was obvious how into you he was but Taron on the other hand just wasn't interested and cam was sweet while Taron was not. You wanted to bolt out of this theater and call Allie and take a whole rain check on this pride and prejudice play. Talking up another guy was the fastest and the only way to get Taron out of your head.
But there was that no phone policy until after all the classes. All the other students around you began their work. This was going to be very difficult.
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A coffee a day... (Connor x Reader)
Note: Oh man this one is short, sorry! ^.^ but i think the cut-off point was suspenseful enough so here you go-!
1 1/2k words.
Chapter 7: New priorities.
The redness on your cheeks didn’t fade as he walked away, staring after him whilst fighting the questions that grabbed at your hands. His lips were warm, soft, with not a single flaw. Even if it was for only those few seconds the kiss he had laid onto your forehead spread warmth immediately through your veins. No matter what you had thought before, this sealed the deal, the slow burn that built in your chest started to ache. You wanted to reach for his arm, to stop him from leaving, but were too stunned to do anything other than watch.
You wanted so badly to believe he felt it. That there was something in his biocode fighting to come through.
“Love?”
“Yeah…”
“…I think I’d like to feel that someday.”
An invisible violin bow played on your heartstrings. A somber and slow melody that stayed fairly quiet compared to the sounds of the world around you, bringing your thoughts back to focus. Did he mean it? God it’s torture. The conflicting sides of your brain loudly arguing with each other. One wanting more than anything to believe he was nice to you because he liked you, while the other spat back that he was just keeping you happy to make his job easier.
Sumo was there to greet you as the door creaked open, snuffling at Hank’s clothes that you still wore (Albeit better fitting ones than the ones you first came here in.) Whining at you while the door blew shut.
“Hey big guy…” His adorable face brought you some immediate comfort, following you over to the sofa where you proceeded to cuddle and mess with his heavy fluff. “You’re a good judge of character, aren't you, what do you think?” his reply was just a short blow of air from his nose before he waddled off to a corner and slumped down onto the floor. At least you weren't alone.
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“Lieutenant, I have made a big mistake-”
Hank rubbed his face as Connor entered the break room, which was luckily incredibly empty upon their arrival. “What is it now, Connor?”
“I think I may be developing unnecessary lines of code-”
“So you’ve got a bug, go get it fixed.” His growl wasn’t reassuring in the slightest, Connor now looking almost lost and confused. It was a strange face for him, one Hank had only seen the day he was pulled up from the ledge of that roof, this was more important than he had first thought. “...It’s not something you want gone. Is it?”
He struggled to reply, opening his mouth with nothing coming out before both hands grabbed at the sides of his head, sitting down opposite Hank with his elbows on the table. “What I want shouldn’t be more important than my duties-” Hank’s heart almost stopped. What he wanted? He really did want something, that wasn’t in his programming.
“Sometimes there's something more important than orders, Connor.” He took a long drink of what Connor could only identify as a hazardous substance- probably some form of alcohol.
“You shouldn’t drink on the job, Hank.” Hank’s face creased into a tired but satisfied grin.
“My job isn’t as important as my drinking-.”
“It’s a bad habit-”
“So is falling for someone…”
The room sat still. Connor, in a dazed silence, wanted to deny the implication. But he couldn’t. That would be lying… He really was falling for you. He had been for as long as he can remember your smile, your voice, very little freckle on your cheeks. The way his own circulatory system sped up only confirmed Hank’s suspicions, Connor’s face slowly turning an oddly adorable shade of blue.
“I can not fail my mission. They can, and will, replace me if i do.” He fidgeted, feeling Hank’s locked gaze burn every hair up his neck. “You need to help me, Hank. If Cyberlife finds out I…” Hank’s grizzled shell almost cracked at the sight, this machine, this thing he had thought would never stray from his objectives. He was struggling with something that could only be described as emotions. He was feeling things for people. “When you were on the roof- I felt a wall try to stop me from helping you… I should have chased that deviant-”
“But you didn’t….” He grinned at the utter surprise on Connor's face. As much as he’d love to continue that conversation, His LED began whirring a sharp yellow, his eyes blinking roughly.
“...I just got report of a suspected murder, we should take a look, it’s at the Eden club downtown.” Without waiting for an answer, Connor stood up and took off. Walking straight for the exit while Hang dragged himself up from the table as well.
“This better be worth my time.”
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Rain trickled down from the top of the window, your finger making a small finishing line as two droplets raced one another to reach it. Soft moonlight poked through the water beams, making oily sparkling lens flares around the streetlamps. You were tired. Not necessarily physically tired, just mentally so. Today was such a trainwreck. You only wanted to help out, instead you had a meltdown at the police station and felt your heart explode because of an android.
The world is a mess. You are a mess. Everything is messed up…
Oh well. Right? I mean you can’t feel terrible forever. Even if that is an option, it’s not a very good one. You can’t find any motivation for anything and it’s dragging you down into a put, you don’t want to feel this way. Surely there was something in the house to keep you busy? Perhaps you could cook? No, there's no good ingredients in the house, you had already checked. If only you had your phone or-
Click, creaaaaak.
The front door opened slowly, finally someone was home. Your head perked from its spot on the windowsill, staring at the doorway as it was lit by the distant moon. The uniform footsteps that echoed in the house telling you all you need to know. “Welcome home, Connor.” You sounded a little nervous, something he probably had noticed upon walking your way. He was absolutely drenched from head to toe. What’s more is that he shut the door behind him - no Hank. “Where’s Lieutenant Anderson?”
You didn’t get a reply, he just looked at the floor by your feet sadly, a defeated posture prompting you to stand. Worriedly putting your hand out towards his arm only to have him redirect it. He took your wrist gently, raising it to cup the side of his face, closing his eyes to let out a long breath. You could feel yourself blushing. Every synthetic muscle along his jawline tensed, the pulse that ran through your hand only accelerating when he shook ever so softly.
“Connor?” You didn't get a verbal response but he did at the very least open his eyes to look at you. You could lose yourself in his warm brown gaze if you weren't careful.
“Can you hold me, please?”
His voice was calm but you could tell something was wrong behind the flattened tone. Nodding and pulling him closer. Taking your hand away from his cheek to wrap both arms around his chest. “I'm… sorry. For my strange behaviour I… think something is going wrong in my system.”
“Are you hurt?” he shook his head, not that you could see this, your cheek was still pressed up against his chest.
“No just… I’m lost, Y/N. What do I do?” You tried to let go but he only hugged you tighter, earning a small awkward laugh as you tried again.
“Come on, sit, you obviously need to talk about it.” He finally released you, following you closely with both eyes locked on the floor. Sumo’s reassuring whines coming from a far off corner as the two of you sat down. The sofa groaning under the sudden weight. He was frowning, rubbing his hands together, the LED at his temple blinked rapidly between red and yellow. You felt a shallow pain hit your chest, but hid it behind an encouraging smile, placing hand softly onto his leg.
“I… I can’t become a deviant. I have to stop them before- They’re dangerous but I-...” Connor buried his face in his hands, letting out a long frustrated groan as you moved to sit closer. Rubbing your hand slowly up and down the back of his jacket. His words were muffled, but you could still make out the faint ‘I must accomplish my mission’ under his other mutterings.
It hurt to see him so conflicted, but part of you was rejoicing. So he did feel. “This is… just part of what it means to be alive.” You tried to sound positive, smiling delicately at him while prying a hand away from his forehead to hold it tightly. “Sometimes you’ll do things and… and they might not go perfectly according to plan. Or you’ll change things that were meant to be set in stone. Nobody is perfect, Connor, just because your brain works thousands of times faster than mine doesn’t make you foolproof.”
His breathing slowed, keeping his head tilted at the floor while an eye roamed up to look at you. “I’ve never failed a Mission, Y/N. Is this why you didn't join the force? To avoid this feeling?” You recoiled slightly. You knew exactly how he felt in this moment, the fear of failure, the want to hide away from the world and give up before you’d properly begun. It stings, but knowing you had failed before you even began was almost just as bad.
“Don’t… think of it as failing.” your eyes broke from his, wondering to look at the carpet with flickering uncertainty. “Think of it as… changing objectives?” The expression he wore was hard to read, not quite desperate and not quite curious, he looked at you like you knew everything in the word there was to know about the subject.
“What is my new mission?” He lent closer to you, the chilled breaths that blew from his slightly parted mouth made you shiver, expectantly watching your eyes for what comes next. He was serious? He wanted you to give him orders?
Your heart picked up it’s pace, the redness to your cheeks returned with vigour as you lightly shook from how close he had gotten to you. “What do you want it to be?”
“I… want my new mission to be you…”
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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?”
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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.”
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Vacation Tease | Eden Hazard
Request: Vacation with Eden and his brothers as the two of you have sex all the time in your room, the living room etc. going at it all the time and they tease you about it as Eden is smirking all along and being a tease to you himself, whispering stuff to your ears
Word Count: 512
Warnings: semi-public sex and teasing xx
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“Our bedroom. Five minutes,” Eden whispers in your ear. The two of you are sitting across from Thorgan and his girlfriend at breakfast in the resort. His hand was on your knee under the table and he was trying to be subtle, but you knew that everyone at the table was aware of what was going on between the two of you.
“Just the bedroom?” Thorgan teased, clearing his throat to let Eden know that everyone had heard him. “Wow, that’s a little vanilla, Eden, don’t you think?”
You felt your face get hot with embarrassment, hiding your face in Eden’s shoulder as he said, “Believe me, what we’ll be doing in there will be anything but vanilla.”
Thorgan and his girl erupted into raucous laughter, both of them shaking their heads at the two of you.
Eden’s thumb brushed over your knee and your stomach dipped in anticipation. As embarrassed as you were about everyone knowing what the two of you were doing sexually, you desperately wanted Eden to do all of the things he’d been promising. “They’re just jealous because Thorgan doesn’t make her scream the way I make you.”
You didn’t say anything, picking up your fork in one hand while your other grabbed his hand that was on your knee, sliding it up your thigh to between your legs. Your face was a mask of indifference as his fingers grazed your panties, your pussy clenching around nothing when he stimulated your clit.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he chided, not even bothering to lower his voice.
“Oh, and who’s to say you’re not going to kill me, first?” You retorted, demurely taking a sip of your coffee.
“Please, for the love of God - and my sanity - get a room,” Thorgan begged, running a hand over his face.
“With pleasure.” Eden threw his brother a grin before standing up and grabbing your hand, dragging you to the room.
He quickly shut the door behind you, pressing you against it as he kissed you deeply. “You’ve been a tease all morning,” he groaned in-between kisses. His hands were on your hips, pulling you flush against him as he got greedy.
“Me?” You gasped, your eyes closing as he kissed his way down your neck. “You’re the one who teased.”
“You looked so hot, of course I had to tease.” Eden’s fingers played with the hem of your t-shirt before slipping it up over your head. He wasted no time putting his mouth on your distended nipples, loving the way you whimpered his name and clawed at him in response. “That’s right - scream for me. Let everyone know just how good I’m giving it to you.”
Meanwhile, Thorgan and his girlfriend were sitting at the breakfast table, awkwardly trying to finish breakfast to the sound of you and Eden going at it. When you screamed Eden’s name and the bedsprings started to pick up in rhythm, the two of them abandoned breakfast, opting instead to go to the beach so they didn’t have to listen to you anymore.
#my writing: eden hazard#requests: eden hazard#eden hazard smut#eden hazard imagine#eden hazard imagines#eden hazard x reader#eden hazard oneshot#eden hazard one shot#eden hazard blurb
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Not that anyone asked but I’m still thinking about Eden Hazard’s ass so hopefully I’ll have that little smut piece done tonight or tomorrow for you guys.
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Mutual Friends | Eden Hazard
You and Eden having mutual friends in football but never quite getting along alone until one day during movie night or something of your choice you’re just really down and kinda anxious and he’s the only one acting on it and making sure you’re okay cozying up to you as the two of you later start spending so much time together and eventually get together because you both realise how perfect the other one’s for you
Word Count: 731
Warnings: little mentions of stress xx
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It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, you just didn’t know him very well. Your friends assured you that Eden wasn’t bad - he was just a little hard to get to know. The point was that he didn’t try to get to know you and you didn’t try to get to know him.
You’d had a really bad day. Honestly, you’d had a really bad week, but today seemed to be the worst out of all of them. You’d considered skipping your monthly dinner and movie night with your friends, but it had been the only thing keeping you going all week.
“Sorry I’m late,” you murmured, rushing into your friend’s place without knocking. All eyes turned to you and you realized your bad day just got worse. “Fuck! It was my turn to bring dessert, wasn’t it?”
“Don’t worry about it,” your friend said, giving you a small smile. She knew how stressful your week had been, but now you were spiraling.
“It-It’s fine, I’ll just go run to the store, right? There’s still time.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as your mind raced.
“I’ll go with you,” Eden spoke up, catching your attention. “You’re in no place to drive. Let’s go get dessert, okay?”
You nodded, tears of relief springing to your eyes. “Okay. Thank you.”
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You were alone with Eden in the store. It was awkward as the two of you roamed the aisles, searching for the perfect dessert to go with your friend’s dinner. When you picked up the pie, you almost started crying again, hiding your tears as you turned away from him and the two of you headed to the checkout.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asked when the two of you were back in the car. “That’s the second time in an hour you’ve almost cried.”
You shrugged, wiping your eyes. “Been a stressful week.”
Eden made a noise, nodding as he started the car. He didn’t say anything and you ended up babbling, pouring out all your frustrations about your job and personal life that Eden had no idea about. He listened and didn’t offer any advice, just nodding and interjecting sounds of agreement occasionally.
By the time the two of you got back with the pie, you felt closer to Eden than you’d ever have. You wouldn’t really call him a friend, but it felt nice to vent to someone who wasn’t that close to you.
Something switched in Eden that night. He’d been trying to hold off on getting to know you, not wanting to get too close to you in case you turned out to be just another person who wanted to use you for his name. When you’d spoken to him, only needing him to listen and nothing else, something told him he could trust you.
He kept a close eye on you that night, taking a seat next to you during the movie. You didn’t seem to mind, snuggling into him as the movie went on, until your head was on his shoulder and you were asleep. When the movie was over, he nudged you awake, feeling slightly upset when you realized what you’d done and distanced yourself from him.
“Thanks...for tonight,” you murmured when you and Eden arrived at your car. He had insisted on walking with you, wanting to make sure you were alright, and you’d be lying if you weren’t feeling something. It felt oddly like an end to a date and part of you wanted him to kiss him - a thought that came out of nowhere.
“No problem,” Eden replied, giving you a shy smile. “Have a good night.”
***
Eden couldn’t stop thinking about it, waiting impatiently for the next get-together the following month, until he realized he could just text you and ask if you wanted to go get coffee with him. The moment you agreed, he had the biggest smile on his face when you’d said yes via text.
One coffee date turned into two, and then dinner, and soon, the two of you were dating. Your friends noticed the shift between the two of you right away, calling it out two months later when neither of you could keep your hands off each other.
Eden didn’t try denying it, looping an arm around your shoulders so he could pull you in for a kiss while everyone cheered.
#my writing: eden hazard#requests: eden hazard#eden hazard fluff#eden hazard x reader#eden hazard oneshot#eden hazard one shot#eden hazard imagines#eden hazard imagine#eden hazard blurb#eden hazard blurbs
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Room 431
AN: So this one has been sitting in my requests for a long time (sorry to whoever requested it!) but it’s here now and I made it extra long for you <3
Word Count: 3360
Warnings: none :)
Masterlist
You wheeled your suitcase across the hotel lobby and to the elevator. Your friends were already upstairs in the hotel room, but the airport had lost your suitcase (you were so pissed) so you hadn’t yet made it to the hotel with the rest of them. You were with several of your classmates and your professor in Belgium for a conference. At your particular university, they sent undergrads to these international conventions, but usually only the summer ones. Unfortunately for you, this meant traveling during the World Cup and missing several of the games.
You checked your phone again for the room number your friends said they were in. 431. You pressed the button for the fourth floor and the door slid closed before the elevator took off. A moment later the elevator dinged and the doors opened onto the fourth floor and you stepped out, heading to the left towards the room. You knocked on the door, waiting for Stella to open up the door but instead, you were met with a pair of blue eyes belonging to Eden Hazard.
“Uh, I―I’m, um,” you stuttered, trying to find the words you wanted to say. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, an amused smile plastered on his face as he watched you fumble over your words.
“Yeah, yeah. Okay. What do you want to be signed? Or maybe you want a picture? Wait, how did you figure out what hotel we’re in? You know what? Doesn’t matter. Let’s just get this over with I have a lot of work tomorrow.” He seemed less amused now and more annoyed.
“This isn’t my room,” you said, confused. You looked at your phone again. The text from Stella most definitely said 431. But you weren’t looking at your friend, you were looking at the captain of the Belgium national team.
He laughed. “Wow, you’re an observant one. Come to that conclusion on your own?”
You sighed and gave him an annoyed look. “No, I mean, my friends are supposed to be at this hotel and they sent me a text with the room number but obviously they sent the wrong number.” You pulled out your phone again and dialed Stella’s number. He admired you from the doorway of his room as you pushed your hair behind your ear and stuck the phone there. When he answered the door, he was expecting one of his teammates, Michy or Kevin or someone looking to play video games before lights out, not some gorgeous, confused girl looking for her friends.
“Stella, I’m telling you, I’m at 431 and this is not the right room. Literally, open your room door, if I’m not standing there, then it’s because you told me the wrong room number. Yes, I’m positive,” you said between clenched teeth, very aware of Eden’s eyes watching you, “because I knocked on the door and you did not come to the door!” You finished in a whisper-yell.
He chuckled and bit his lip to hide it and you turned to look at him, shooting him a look to silence him. He rolled his eyes at you and you sighed.
“So, you’re telling me, we’ve been here for 5 hours, and you’re already drunk? Seriously? Whatever, just tell me what our actual room number is. 341? You switched the numbers. Okay, fine, I’ll be down in a minute or two.” You hung up the phone and slid it into your back pocket and turned to Eden. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” You grabbed your suitcase and began to walk back towards the elevator.
“Wait,” he called after you, shutting his door behind him. “Let me help you,” he grabbed your suitcase out of your hand, “I mean, you knocked on the wrong door once. Don’t want you getting lost again,” he said with a wink.
“In my defense, I wasn’t lost. I just didn’t have the right room number,” you retorted.
“How is that any different?” He teased and pressed the elevator button.
“Well, you see, I was looking for your room and I found your room, I just wasn’t expecting it to be your room, I was expecting it to be mine,” you explained, stepping into the elevator. He followed you in as you pressed the button for the third floor.
“Okay, yeah, sure, whatever you say… whatever your name is,” he finished. The elevator doors opened and he stepped out in front of you.
“My name, not that you even bothered to ask, is (Y/N),” you sassed, following him out of the elevator.
He laughed. “You’re spunky. I like it.” He strode down the hall, tugging your suitcase along behind him. You followed behind him, struggling to keep up with his long legs. He stopped outside room 341. “This is it.”
You faced him, your eyes on the ground to avoid his piercing blue ones. “Thanks, for carrying my suitcase and helping me find my room.”
“Oh, so you admit you needed my help finding it?” He teased. He cleared his throat, suddenly serious, “I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” He turned and went back to the elevator, giving you a small wave before he entered the elevator.
You smiled and knocked on the door, Stella actually opened this one, and you went inside, getting into bed and falling asleep.
~
The next morning you woke up early. Stella was already up, rushing around the room to get ready.
“Good morning sleepy-head!” She called from the bathroom. “I’m going downstairs for breakfast. I’ll save you a seat!” She pulled open the hotel room door and paused, reaching down for something. “What’s this?” She turned around and came back into the room with a card. “It’s addressed to you.”
You took the card, ripping open the envelope and reading the inside.
(Y/N),
I’m glad your friend gave you the wrong room number. Come to see me at 9 tonight?
-E
“Ooooh, you’re blushing!! Who’s it from?” Stella asked.
“Just a guy I met last night when you sent me to the wrong room.”
“What’s he want?”
“He wants to hang out tonight. He left his phone number, too.”
~
The rest of the day went smoothly; you attended the first day of the conference with Stella and the rest of your classmates. But you weren’t really paying attention to the presentations that were happening. You were thinking about someone else.
You texted him at lunch, telling him you would see him tonight. He replied immediately, saying he couldn’t wait. When you got back to the hotel that night, you rushed around your hotel room, Stella laughing at your nervousness the whole time, trying to get ready to see him.
You stood outside his hotel room, fist raised in the air, poised to knock for him, and hesitated. You were nervous. God, you were so nervous. You had never been this nervous. And you didn’t know why you were so nervous. It’s not like he hadn’t met you before. And he invited you up here anyway. There was no reason for you to be nervous like this.
“Hey!”
Your head snapped to the right as Eden came strolling down the hall with several of his teammates following. “Eden! Hey!” You met him halfway down the hall and he wrapped you in a big hug.
“I wanted to introduce you to some of the guys. (Y/N), this is Kevin, Thorgan, Axel, and Romelu. Guys, this is (Y/N), the girl I told you about,” he finished with a blush.
“Wait, you talk about me? Oh no, what has he told you? Did he tell you I got lost? Because technically I wasn’t lost, I found the room number it just wasn’t the right room number in the first place.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t the right room so you were still lost,” he teased. His friends stood and watched the two of you argue and tease each other before Kevin butted in.
“So, we were going to go play Mario Kart, (Y/N), did you want to join us?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Okay.” You followed the boys back down the hall to Eden’s room, where Thorgan and Axel set up the game. “So, I’m going to warn you, I get pretty competitive when it comes to Mariokart, but it’s only because I’m so good at it.”
Eden laughed. “Oh, you think you’re better than us?”
“I don’t think I’m better than you. I know I’m better than you,” you said confidently.
“We’ll see about that,” he said, handing you a controller. You took a seat next to him on the bed, Romelu on the other side of you and Kevin, Axel, and Thorgan on chairs and on the floor by the foot of the bed.
About an hour later, you were skipping around the room and the guys were left groaning. You had won, again, thereby proving you most definitely were better than all of them.
“I don’t understand how you cut so far ahead!” Romelu groaned.
“Secrets, Rommy, secrets,” you sang happily.
“You just avoided that blue shell I sent out! You know cheats or something!” Kevin complained from the floor.
“No, Kev, I’m just that good!”
“I want a rematch!” Eden glared at you. “I’m not sure how you did it, but you cheated.”
Axel stood from his chair and stretched. “Actually, I’m pretty tired. I think I’m going to go to bed. I concede to the Mariokart Queen,” he said through a yawn. Thorgan nodded in agreement, as did Romelu and Kevin after a moment. They made their way to the door, saying goodnight to you and to Eden on the way.
“Well, it’s just you and me. What do you say, one more race? Winner takes all?” Eden asked.
“Takes all of what? We didn’t bet anything.”
“Okay, fine, if I win, you have to come to the game in two days.”
“Alright, when I win, you have to tweet that you lost in Mariokart to the best player in the world.”
He contemplated the bet before sticking out his hand for you to shake. You shook his hand and sat back down, holding your controller and waiting for him to press start.
“WHAT? There’s no way! That’s bullshit I totally jumped that shell!” You yelled at the tv about 10 minutes later.
“Oh, too bad, (Y/N), I guess it just wasn’t your night,” he shrugged. “Anyway, the game starts at 7 on Thursday, so don’t be late. Oh, here,” he grabbed something out of the closet and handed it to you.
You unfolded the red cloth and rolled your eyes at the “E. Hazard” that was printed on the back of the Belgium jersey. “Seriously? This wasn’t part of the bet,” you protested.
“I know, I just thought you might like to have the jersey of the winning team,” he replied with a wink.
You rolled your eyes at him and stood from the bed with a stretch. “So, I should probably go. It’s getting late. You need your rest,” you said awkwardly.
He stood from the bed and walked you to the door, pulling it open and stepping into the hall with you. He turned and walked toward the elevator.
“Where are you going?” You asked in confusion.
“I’m walking you to your room,” he stated as if it were obvious.
“Eden, it’s in the same building. You don’t have to do that, I can manage—”
“Oh no, I’m afraid you’ll get lost. Again. Better let me walk you there, you know, just in case.”
You bit your lip in annoyance and stepped into the elevator with him. He walked you to your door and you stopped outside and turned to him.
“Thanks for inviting me over. I had a lot of fun. And thanks for walking me back to my room.”
“I’m glad you had fun tonight. I’ll, um, bring the tickets down tomorrow.” He looked down at the ground.
You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug. “Goodnight, Eden,” you whispered.
He stiffened in surprise and then melted into your arms, wrapping his own around you and breathing in the scent of your skin. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”
~
The next couple days passed in a blur of meetings and presentations. Eden left an envelope at your room with two tickets, much to Stella’s delight. You felt kind of guilty about not telling her the guy’s name at first. But when he sent the tickets you just figured telling her was easier than making up a lie.
“So, you’re telling me, you went to Eden Hazard’s room, hung out with his friends, and kicked their asses at Mario Kart?”
“Well, not all their asses. Eden beat me, which is why I have to go to the game on Thursday when they play England.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you met Eden fucking Hazard!” She yelled, smacking you.
“Ouch! Stella! Look, I’m sorry, this is me making it up to you. Tickets. Good tickets,” you waved them in front of her face.
“Okay so tell me about last night to make up for your horrendous lies,” she said, flopping down onto the bed next to you.
“There’s nothing to tell. We played Mario Kart. Made that bet, which I lost, he gave me his jersey and sent tickets and—”
“Hold up, he gave you his jersey?” She asked.
“Yeah. It’s over there,” you said, pointing nonchalantly to your suitcase.
“Oh my god! So you’re going to wear it right? I mean you have to. I’ll make you.”
“Stella, relax. It’s not a big deal. It’s just a jersey.”
“Yeah but it’s his jersey with his name and number on the back!”
You stared at her blankly. “You’re so weird.”
“I know. But you love me. We should go to the game early so you can wish him luck before it starts!”
You thought about it. The idea was appealing. You didn’t know if you would be able to get down to the lockers to see him though. “I don’t know if we could even get there to see him.”
“Well, you have his friends’ numbers. Just text them,” Stella pointed out.
You pulled out your phone and texted Kevin. He responded in seconds, saying that he’d put your name on the list for security and that he wouldn’t tell Eden so you could surprise him.
You managed to convince Stella to go to bed, after telling her repeatedly that literally, nothing had happened the night you played Mario Kart with them.
You had only one presentation to attend on Thursday, luckily enough. After it was over, you and Stella headed back to the hotel to relax and get ready for the game that night. You left for the stadium in Eden’s jersey later that afternoon. Kevin sent you a text with some more details about how to get to the lockers to see the boys, much to Stella’s excitement.
You followed what Kev said and made it downstairs and outside the lockers. Some of the other wags were there waiting for their husbands and boyfriends so they could wish them well. You caught sight of some of the boys as they came out of the room and into the hall. Kevin, Axel, Romelu, and Thorgan all came over to say hello to you and Stella but the blue-eyed captain you were looking for was nowhere in sight.
The door to the lockers swung open once more and Eden stepped out, his eyes scanning the hallway until they landed on you.
“(Y/N)?” He was definitely surprised.
You grinned and ran over to him, tackling him in a hug. “Hey.”
“How did you get down here?”
“Kevin helped me. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, I definitely did not suspect a thing.”
You smiled, still tangled in his arms, and said, “hey, good luck tonight.”
“Oh please. We’ve got this. I’m sure of it,” he said confidently.
“Is that so? Care to wager on that?” You asked, a hint of teasing in your voice.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, if you lose tonight, you owe me breakfast tomorrow. And if you win…” you paused, thinking.
“If I win I get to surprise you tonight,” he finished.
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of surprise?”
“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” he said secretively. His coach yelled for the team to get in line and he released you from his grip. “I’ll see you after the game?” He asked, looking down at you.
“Absolutely. Good luck. Play safe.”
He left and joined his teammates at the end of the hall as you and Stella made your way upstairs to your seats.
90 minutes later, your throat was sore and your voice hoarse from screaming for Belgium from the stands. They beat England, 1-0 and you and Stella headed back downstairs to meet the guys.
You congratulated them on the win, once again waiting for Eden to come out of the lockers. You had your back turned to the door now, talking excitedly with Adnan about his goal. You felt a pair of hands grab your waist and spin you around.
“Eden!”
“(Y/N)!”
You flung your arms around his neck and hugged him tight and he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. You let a small squeal escape your lips and he placed you back on the ground and pulled back. The two of you seemed to realize just how close you were, his lips just inches from yours, his arms holding you tightly against him. His eyes darted down to your lips and then back up to meet your gaze.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Stella called. You and Eden sprang apart, the spell broken. “I’m going with Adnan and Kevin to get some drinks. Don’t wait up for me!” She walked off with the two men, laughing and talking along the way.
“Alright, are you ready?” Eden turned to you.
“Ready? For what? Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. We won.” He took your hand and led you out of the stadium and down the street, to a nearby park. He led you through the park to a small, deserted section with cherry trees in full bloom, pink petals littering the ground. He took you to a small gazebo, strung with twinkling lights and a string quartet standing just outside, playing a soft melody.
“Eden, did you do all this for me?” You turned and looked up into his blue eyes.
He smiled and looked away, offering his hand to you instead. “Dance with me?”
You took his outstretched hand and he pulled you close, his hands on the small of your back. You placed your hands behind his neck and began to sway with him to the soft music.
“Eden, when did you have the time to put all this together?”
“Honestly? I started planning this the night I met you,” he confessed, slightly embarrassed.
“How— I mean— What if—”
“(Y/N), you’re not like the other girls I meet. I know it sounds corny and cliche, but you’re different. And I could tell from the moment I met you and I knew that I had to see you again. Then we spent that night playing Mariokart and you kicked my ass more than once and we made that stupid all or nothing bet and I just happened to get lucky. I just… knew that you were different,” he paused, stopping your movements. He tilted your head up to look into your eyes. “I knew that if I spent any more time with you, I’d fall for you.”
You didn’t know what to say, hell you were pretty sure you couldn’t have said anything even if you’d wanted to, so instead you brought your hands to cup his cheeks and stretched up on your toes to kiss him. He froze for a moment, your kiss catching him by surprise before he relaxed and kissed you back. The kiss grew deeper and stronger until you pulled away.
“I’m falling for you, too, Eden Hazard.”
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