[fic] football slash - (untitled snippet)
I can't even think of a title. I guess this is intense, ladys.
Fandom: Football slash (rps)
Pairing: Iker Casillas/David Villa
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I'm a big big liar, this is all made up.
Summary: because you know life gives you a chance to rebuilt your life (with him) and you won't just miss it like a slipping football.
There's something different.
You don't feel like your whole life has suffered dramatic changes with it - it actually kept being the same. Your routine was the same everyday. your thoughts on the people passing by you in the street were the same, your thoughts on your fans were the same. It seemed like nothing had changed at all.
You know (you feel) that with him he brought some fresh air (a new beginning, and somehow meaning) to your life. But there's something different about him that you still wonder what it is - makes you feel comfortable and warm beside him, fuzzy inside when everything is new (and you should be content because it is that way). You know you never felt that with anyone else before.
There are still the old scars (love brought them with it, and you know it and hate it) from the past, but there is a new future (him) waiting for you tomorrow, and you know you can't let that slip through your hands as though it was a football (but you're good holding it tight, so you will probably hold him tight too). You think you might keep him as yours (although he's not yours to love, he has a family, remember?), your lover, the other part of you the media seems to ignore (or is just too blinded by your successful career to even notice), but in fact, it is there (and you think it will always be).
You wouldn't exactly call it love - but somehow that's the first word that comes up to your mind when you think (remember) of the both of you, sleeping beside each other, your arms around his waist, both wrapped in messy, dirty sheets. That's not how love should be (you never thought it would be like that because it seemed so wrong) but perhaps you are just mixing everything up in your already confused mind.
He seems like a hurricane - has its strength and provokes the same devastation - but in a much smaller scale (or is it bigger?) , and you know (you think you know) he'll never leave you (fly, go away, well - depart). Still, you know he's not yours to love, and you know you're not his to love too (you think).
When he kisses you, with that sweetness (that you know you love, but won't admit right now), you don't forget who you are, you don't get butterflies in your stomach, but well, it's true, your heart starts beating faster, misses a beat, two, and then you lost the rhythm (and let your lips and your uncontrollable breaths make the rhythm themselves), and it feels so real, and you actually, for once, feel complete.
I just feel so so sorry for posting this, but it just came out, all of a sudden. What is life.
Anyway, hope you like it. xoxo My first time writing rpf, elucidating, rps (real people slash). Don't blame me.
Fandom: Football slash (rps)
Pairing: Iker Casillas/David Villa
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I'm a big big liar, this is all made up.
Summary: because you know life gives you a chance to rebuilt your life (with him) and you won't just miss it like a slipping football.
There's something different.
You don't feel like your whole life has suffered dramatic changes with it - it actually kept being the same. Your routine was the same everyday. your thoughts on the people passing by you in the street were the same, your thoughts on your fans were the same. It seemed like nothing had changed at all.
You know (you feel) that with him he brought some fresh air (a new beginning, and somehow meaning) to your life. But there's something different about him that you still wonder what it is - makes you feel comfortable and warm beside him, fuzzy inside when everything is new (and you should be content because it is that way). You know you never felt that with anyone else before.
There are still the old scars (love brought them with it, and you know it and hate it) from the past, but there is a new future (him) waiting for you tomorrow, and you know you can't let that slip through your hands as though it was a football (but you're good holding it tight, so you will probably hold him tight too). You think you might keep him as yours (although he's not yours to love, he has a family, remember?), your lover, the other part of you the media seems to ignore (or is just too blinded by your successful career to even notice), but in fact, it is there (and you think it will always be).
You wouldn't exactly call it love - but somehow that's the first word that comes up to your mind when you think (remember) of the both of you, sleeping beside each other, your arms around his waist, both wrapped in messy, dirty sheets. That's not how love should be (you never thought it would be like that because it seemed so wrong) but perhaps you are just mixing everything up in your already confused mind.
He seems like a hurricane - has its strength and provokes the same devastation - but in a much smaller scale (or is it bigger?) , and you know (you think you know) he'll never leave you (fly, go away, well - depart). Still, you know he's not yours to love, and you know you're not his to love too (you think).
When he kisses you, with that sweetness (that you know you love, but won't admit right now), you don't forget who you are, you don't get butterflies in your stomach, but well, it's true, your heart starts beating faster, misses a beat, two, and then you lost the rhythm (and let your lips and your uncontrollable breaths make the rhythm themselves), and it feels so real, and you actually, for once, feel complete.
I just feel so so sorry for posting this, but it just came out, all of a sudden. What is life.
Anyway, hope you like it. xoxo My first time writing rpf, elucidating, rps (real people slash). Don't blame me.