footie drabble requests
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ugh. footie's so not my forte right now :( if they suck, please let me know. honestly.
Title: Promises
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: fiction
prompt: promises for poppinrockz
In the excitement of victory, many words are whispered, promising to all but capture the moon. Cesc isn’t stupid. He knows words slip, which could swing either way. He knows not to read into the kiss he received after winning the Euros because many others received a similar one. At that moment, he was happy and didn’t want technicalities to disrupt it.
Months later when Iker showed up at his door in England, looking sorry but hopeful at the same time, Cesc can’t help but make a few promises of his own.
Title: Waiting
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: fiction
prompt: soft light for poppinrockz
Steven tries his hardest to be quiet as humanly possible as he tiptoes up the stairs. When he reaches the top, he can hear the soft hum of the television and curses himself for keeping Xabi up. Entering the room, his eyes automatically fall to the bed, his heart catching at the sight.
Xabi is on his side propped up on one elbow, the fingers of his left hand lazily clicking the buttons on the remote. The soft light baths his skin, highlighting his bare torso, the sheets haphazardly thrown over his thighs. He lifts his tired eyes to Steven and gives him a sleepy smile. Steven wastes no time to undress, wrap himself around Xabi’s warm body and lull them both to sleep.
Title: Better Days
Pairing: David Beckham/Michael Owen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: fiction
for winter_solstice longer than a drabble *shrugs*
His eyes sweep over his room. There’s something missing but he can’t figure out what it is. It’s been weeks now that he’s been living in this house in Milan, and he knows for a fact that he has all of his essentials with him. Yet every single time he steps into his room, he feels like something is absent, something vital. With a shrug, he walks back out hoping it’ll come to him soon enough.
{*}
Days later, he still has the nagging feeling so he goes into a few boxes he still hasn’t unpacked entirely. Half way through his third box, he mentally smacks himself when he finds a photo frame. It was taken a few years back in Spain where, for twelve months, he was living a definition of happiness that did not include wealth and fame.
Carefully, he places the frame on nightstand, Michael’s and his own face smiling back at him.
Title: Big Softie
Pairing: Michael Owen/Jamie Carragher
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: fiction
for winter_solstice
“What are you looking at?”
Michael gives him a lazy smile as he runs his finger down Carra’s cheek, allowing it to settle on his lips. A shudder runs through Carra’s body and Michael grins in triumph before leaning in for a kiss. It starts off chaste, but Michael’s in a playful mood and presses a little harder, seeking the passion he knows lives in Carra. When Carra moans, Michael pulls back.
“You know, you’re not at tough as you’d like to believe.”
The statement throws him off a little but Michael doesn’t give him a chance to over think it as he presses their lips back together.
ugh. footie's so not my forte right now :( if they suck, please let me know. honestly.
Title: Promises
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: fiction
prompt: promises for poppinrockz
In the excitement of victory, many words are whispered, promising to all but capture the moon. Cesc isn’t stupid. He knows words slip, which could swing either way. He knows not to read into the kiss he received after winning the Euros because many others received a similar one. At that moment, he was happy and didn’t want technicalities to disrupt it.
Months later when Iker showed up at his door in England, looking sorry but hopeful at the same time, Cesc can’t help but make a few promises of his own.
Title: Waiting
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: fiction
prompt: soft light for poppinrockz
Steven tries his hardest to be quiet as humanly possible as he tiptoes up the stairs. When he reaches the top, he can hear the soft hum of the television and curses himself for keeping Xabi up. Entering the room, his eyes automatically fall to the bed, his heart catching at the sight.
Xabi is on his side propped up on one elbow, the fingers of his left hand lazily clicking the buttons on the remote. The soft light baths his skin, highlighting his bare torso, the sheets haphazardly thrown over his thighs. He lifts his tired eyes to Steven and gives him a sleepy smile. Steven wastes no time to undress, wrap himself around Xabi’s warm body and lull them both to sleep.
Title: Better Days
Pairing: David Beckham/Michael Owen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: fiction
for winter_solstice longer than a drabble *shrugs*
His eyes sweep over his room. There’s something missing but he can’t figure out what it is. It’s been weeks now that he’s been living in this house in Milan, and he knows for a fact that he has all of his essentials with him. Yet every single time he steps into his room, he feels like something is absent, something vital. With a shrug, he walks back out hoping it’ll come to him soon enough.
{*}
Days later, he still has the nagging feeling so he goes into a few boxes he still hasn’t unpacked entirely. Half way through his third box, he mentally smacks himself when he finds a photo frame. It was taken a few years back in Spain where, for twelve months, he was living a definition of happiness that did not include wealth and fame.
Carefully, he places the frame on nightstand, Michael’s and his own face smiling back at him.
Title: Big Softie
Pairing: Michael Owen/Jamie Carragher
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: fiction
for winter_solstice
“What are you looking at?”
Michael gives him a lazy smile as he runs his finger down Carra’s cheek, allowing it to settle on his lips. A shudder runs through Carra’s body and Michael grins in triumph before leaning in for a kiss. It starts off chaste, but Michael’s in a playful mood and presses a little harder, seeking the passion he knows lives in Carra. When Carra moans, Michael pulls back.
“You know, you’re not at tough as you’d like to believe.”
The statement throws him off a little but Michael doesn’t give him a chance to over think it as he presses their lips back together.