you're my power pill - la rojita crack!fic
you're my power pill
Iker/all his friends. Not like that though. This is PG.
~830 words
So this one time, liberta was like, write me a Pacman fic! Because she is off her rocker. And then I wrote it, because uh. So am I, I guess. Except it was about 100x more subtle than she had intended. Sorry lady, I'll try harder next crack!fic prompt, promise.
(This is La Rojita circa 2011, invoking my own rule of crack!fic: no need to get bogged down in the details of who was in the squad at which times when you’re basing your fic on a video game)
“Iker what-”
“Daaaviiiid!”
Iker goes racing past Luis. “Sorry!” he shouts, looking over his shoulder, “Can’t stop!”
Then he barrels straight into Oriol and falls flat on his back. “You need to slow down,” Oriol says, towering over him.
“What,” Iker says, “ow.” He clutches his head, which had collided with Oriol’s particularly firm chest. Stupid Premier League, making his teammates all tough.
Oriol helps him up and Iker looks over at where David had been. David isn’t there. Iker stamps his foot a bit and looks around the training ground. David is walking off to the changing rooms, his arm resting on Diego’s shoulder, talking animatedly at him.
“Stupid Diego,” Iker mutters. Oriol eyes him cautiously.
“Iker!” Luis calls, and beckons him over. He’s standing with Ander. Iker huffs and shrugs his shoulders a bit and jogs over. “Hi,” Ander says, and smiles at him.
Iker smiles back, because it’s Ander, and feels better.
Luis gets them doing some kind of set up with passing which to be honest Iker is not really focused on. He will run between the white cones, sure sure, but in the meantime he is going to plot out how he can tackle-hug David, which is his main plan for the day. He thinks that-
“-ow!”
Iker runs smack bang into Bojan and falls over again. “Ow!” he says again, and, “Ow!” says Bojan.
“What are you doing?” says Iker. “I was trying to run there.”
“It’s not even your turn!” Bojan says, holding his face in his hands. Sergio comes over and gives them both a hand.
“Are you okay?” he says, and Iker’s about to get cross at Bojan again but then Sergio squeezes his hand and smiles at him and Iker feels a little better again. He pushes at Bojan in a friendly manner and Bojan runs back to take his place in line.
He runs back and forth between cones until he’s really tired, and then they’re sent back to the changing room.
“Javi,” Iker says, from his position on the ground which is very, very far away from where Javi is. “Javi will you carry me?”
He tries to pout at Javi but he’s standing against the sun and it comes out more as a squint.
Javi sighs. He obviously can’t resist Iker’s squinty pout. “Come on then,” he says, and helps Iker up. Iker climbs on his back, and kisses Javi behind the ear. “Thank you,” he says, “you’re my power pill.”
Javi laughs. “What are you- you’re so weird.”
But Ander is walking ahead of them, and he turns around and winks at Iker. Iker grins; Ander gets it.
Javi walks into the changing rooms and Iker sees David and calls out his name, but the next thing he knows is the ceiling, hovering first near and then far away.
“Ow,” he says. “Ow.”
It is the only word he can form. Thiago is hovering over him anxiously. “Are you okay?”
Javi comes into view, and Ander too. “Ow,” Iker says. He waves an arm pathetically at them all.
“Sorry,” Javi says, poking his head close to Iker’s. Iker tries to duck away. “I forgot you were on my back.”
“You bumped your head,” Ander says. Thiago looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Should we take you to the medical centre?”
Iker shakes his head and whacks Javi in the face accidentally with his flailing arm. “No,” he says, “where’s David?”
“I think he went home already,” Ander says, and Iker wants to cry. He sits up, and rubs his forehead. “You are a rubbish power pill,” he says to Javi, who is looking a bit put out.
Ander pats him on the back and goes off to shower. Thiago is the only one left. He looks at Iker, consideringly. “You’re being awful clumsy today.”
Iker nods, feeling sorry for himself. “Can I have a cuddle?”
Thiago rolls his eyes, but he does lean in and give Iker a cuddle, and a kiss, and Iker feels a bit better.
Out in the car park, he calls David.
“David,” he says, “where are you?”
“Behind you,” David says. Iker turns around. David is leaning against his car. He waves at Iker, and gives a small smile.
Iker hangs up. “I couldn’t get to you!” he calls across the lot. “I was trying to catch you all day!”
He starts running and then David shouts his name and holds his hands up. Iker looks to his left and holds his hands up in mimicry, landing them flat on the bonnet of the car that has stopped inches away from him. Diego is behind the wheel. He gestures angrily at Iker.
“Sorry!” Iker calls. “Sorry, sorry Diego!” He pats the bonnet, his heart racing, and jogs somewhat more carefully over to where David is standing.
David puts his arms around him. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Iker laughs. “No,” he says. “The opposite, really. The opposite.” And he holds onto David very tightly.
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Iker/all his friends. Not like that though. This is PG.
~830 words
So this one time, liberta was like, write me a Pacman fic! Because she is off her rocker. And then I wrote it, because uh. So am I, I guess. Except it was about 100x more subtle than she had intended. Sorry lady, I'll try harder next crack!fic prompt, promise.
(This is La Rojita circa 2011, invoking my own rule of crack!fic: no need to get bogged down in the details of who was in the squad at which times when you’re basing your fic on a video game)
“Iker what-”
“Daaaviiiid!”
Iker goes racing past Luis. “Sorry!” he shouts, looking over his shoulder, “Can’t stop!”
Then he barrels straight into Oriol and falls flat on his back. “You need to slow down,” Oriol says, towering over him.
“What,” Iker says, “ow.” He clutches his head, which had collided with Oriol’s particularly firm chest. Stupid Premier League, making his teammates all tough.
Oriol helps him up and Iker looks over at where David had been. David isn’t there. Iker stamps his foot a bit and looks around the training ground. David is walking off to the changing rooms, his arm resting on Diego’s shoulder, talking animatedly at him.
“Stupid Diego,” Iker mutters. Oriol eyes him cautiously.
“Iker!” Luis calls, and beckons him over. He’s standing with Ander. Iker huffs and shrugs his shoulders a bit and jogs over. “Hi,” Ander says, and smiles at him.
Iker smiles back, because it’s Ander, and feels better.
Luis gets them doing some kind of set up with passing which to be honest Iker is not really focused on. He will run between the white cones, sure sure, but in the meantime he is going to plot out how he can tackle-hug David, which is his main plan for the day. He thinks that-
“-ow!”
Iker runs smack bang into Bojan and falls over again. “Ow!” he says again, and, “Ow!” says Bojan.
“What are you doing?” says Iker. “I was trying to run there.”
“It’s not even your turn!” Bojan says, holding his face in his hands. Sergio comes over and gives them both a hand.
“Are you okay?” he says, and Iker’s about to get cross at Bojan again but then Sergio squeezes his hand and smiles at him and Iker feels a little better again. He pushes at Bojan in a friendly manner and Bojan runs back to take his place in line.
He runs back and forth between cones until he’s really tired, and then they’re sent back to the changing room.
“Javi,” Iker says, from his position on the ground which is very, very far away from where Javi is. “Javi will you carry me?”
He tries to pout at Javi but he’s standing against the sun and it comes out more as a squint.
Javi sighs. He obviously can’t resist Iker’s squinty pout. “Come on then,” he says, and helps Iker up. Iker climbs on his back, and kisses Javi behind the ear. “Thank you,” he says, “you’re my power pill.”
Javi laughs. “What are you- you’re so weird.”
But Ander is walking ahead of them, and he turns around and winks at Iker. Iker grins; Ander gets it.
Javi walks into the changing rooms and Iker sees David and calls out his name, but the next thing he knows is the ceiling, hovering first near and then far away.
“Ow,” he says. “Ow.”
It is the only word he can form. Thiago is hovering over him anxiously. “Are you okay?”
Javi comes into view, and Ander too. “Ow,” Iker says. He waves an arm pathetically at them all.
“Sorry,” Javi says, poking his head close to Iker’s. Iker tries to duck away. “I forgot you were on my back.”
“You bumped your head,” Ander says. Thiago looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Should we take you to the medical centre?”
Iker shakes his head and whacks Javi in the face accidentally with his flailing arm. “No,” he says, “where’s David?”
“I think he went home already,” Ander says, and Iker wants to cry. He sits up, and rubs his forehead. “You are a rubbish power pill,” he says to Javi, who is looking a bit put out.
Ander pats him on the back and goes off to shower. Thiago is the only one left. He looks at Iker, consideringly. “You’re being awful clumsy today.”
Iker nods, feeling sorry for himself. “Can I have a cuddle?”
Thiago rolls his eyes, but he does lean in and give Iker a cuddle, and a kiss, and Iker feels a bit better.
Out in the car park, he calls David.
“David,” he says, “where are you?”
“Behind you,” David says. Iker turns around. David is leaning against his car. He waves at Iker, and gives a small smile.
Iker hangs up. “I couldn’t get to you!” he calls across the lot. “I was trying to catch you all day!”
He starts running and then David shouts his name and holds his hands up. Iker looks to his left and holds his hands up in mimicry, landing them flat on the bonnet of the car that has stopped inches away from him. Diego is behind the wheel. He gestures angrily at Iker.
“Sorry!” Iker calls. “Sorry, sorry Diego!” He pats the bonnet, his heart racing, and jogs somewhat more carefully over to where David is standing.
David puts his arms around him. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Iker laughs. “No,” he says. “The opposite, really. The opposite.” And he holds onto David very tightly.
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