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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do five of these and post them.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction. Don’t know them.
1. Hello Goodbye - The Beatles
It was just about the time when transfers were starting to be finalized. Boys came and went. New faces and sometimes old ones returning home. This year was different; they were losing someone too important, someone Miroslav couldn’t say goodbye to. No matter how many times he tried to call, tried to walk the short distance from his car to the man’s front door he always failed to follow through.
“Lukas.”
“Hey Miro.”
“So. I thought we should go out for dinner.” “You know, one last time?”
“Sure.” He smiles, it’s small and sad-nothing like the megawatt grin usually plastered on his face. “That’d be nice. One last time.”
2. You’re a Jerk - New Boyz
“No, fuck you for leaving.”
“Are you serious?” Lukas shoves Miroslav against the wall, leaning in close. “This club is screwing us both. It’s pulling us apart every match.”
“But going back to Cologne? It’s a step back, Lukas.”
“I’ll play every game, my heart will be back where it belongs.”
“Where it belongs? Not with me?”
3. Blah, Blah, Blah - Ke$ha
Lukas shoves Miroslav against the door as soon as it shuts behind them. The hotel smells like disinfectants and air fresheners. His tongue is hot and sticky along the sloping curve of throat, from jaw to collarbone. Teeth snag on the chain around Miroslav’s neck, tongue on cross. The older man’s hand twists in the short hairs of Lukas’ head, pulling him away.
“Calm down, Lukas.” He presses a soft kiss to younger man’s swollen lips.
4. Hallelujah - K.D. Lang Cover
Lukas can’t look as Miroslav sinks to his knees, eyes wide and heavenward, imploring. His heart is in his throat. He covers his face with his hands. There were the beginnings of tears in Miroslav’s eyes. Lukas knows all of his partner’s tells-the pink flush and glistening, the lost look and the glimmer of hope extinguishing. Eventually, he lowers his hands and stumbles to where Miroslav sits staring up at the stars.
He doesn’t try to say anything, he knows he’ll fuck it up and he desperately wants to succeed at least at this. He places a hand on the crown of Miroslav’s head. The older man tips his head back, that lost gaze slowly sliding away from the dark sky to reflect Lukas’ own flush face in wide, unfocused pupils.
5. The Astronaut - Something Corporate
Lukas is asleep, finally. His breathing has evened out after a fitful hour and a half. Miroslav traces the strong lines of his face, the cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose. He can just barely see the planes of the younger man’s countenance in the dim moonlight. The soft skin is still damp at the corners of his eyes. Miroslav leans in close to place a soft kiss to the salty skin. There is nothing else he can say, nothing more he can do to console him.
“Mirek.” Lukas’ rough voice breaks through the darkness and Miroslav wraps one arm around the man’s waist. “It wasn’t my fault.” He pauses, turning in Miroslav’s arms. He can see the bright blue reflecting the moon. “Right?”
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do five of these and post them.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction. Don’t know them.
1. Hello Goodbye - The Beatles
It was just about the time when transfers were starting to be finalized. Boys came and went. New faces and sometimes old ones returning home. This year was different; they were losing someone too important, someone Miroslav couldn’t say goodbye to. No matter how many times he tried to call, tried to walk the short distance from his car to the man’s front door he always failed to follow through.
“Lukas.”
“Hey Miro.”
“So. I thought we should go out for dinner.” “You know, one last time?”
“Sure.” He smiles, it’s small and sad-nothing like the megawatt grin usually plastered on his face. “That’d be nice. One last time.”
2. You’re a Jerk - New Boyz
“No, fuck you for leaving.”
“Are you serious?” Lukas shoves Miroslav against the wall, leaning in close. “This club is screwing us both. It’s pulling us apart every match.”
“But going back to Cologne? It’s a step back, Lukas.”
“I’ll play every game, my heart will be back where it belongs.”
“Where it belongs? Not with me?”
3. Blah, Blah, Blah - Ke$ha
Lukas shoves Miroslav against the door as soon as it shuts behind them. The hotel smells like disinfectants and air fresheners. His tongue is hot and sticky along the sloping curve of throat, from jaw to collarbone. Teeth snag on the chain around Miroslav’s neck, tongue on cross. The older man’s hand twists in the short hairs of Lukas’ head, pulling him away.
“Calm down, Lukas.” He presses a soft kiss to younger man’s swollen lips.
4. Hallelujah - K.D. Lang Cover
Lukas can’t look as Miroslav sinks to his knees, eyes wide and heavenward, imploring. His heart is in his throat. He covers his face with his hands. There were the beginnings of tears in Miroslav’s eyes. Lukas knows all of his partner’s tells-the pink flush and glistening, the lost look and the glimmer of hope extinguishing. Eventually, he lowers his hands and stumbles to where Miroslav sits staring up at the stars.
He doesn’t try to say anything, he knows he’ll fuck it up and he desperately wants to succeed at least at this. He places a hand on the crown of Miroslav’s head. The older man tips his head back, that lost gaze slowly sliding away from the dark sky to reflect Lukas’ own flush face in wide, unfocused pupils.
5. The Astronaut - Something Corporate
Lukas is asleep, finally. His breathing has evened out after a fitful hour and a half. Miroslav traces the strong lines of his face, the cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose. He can just barely see the planes of the younger man’s countenance in the dim moonlight. The soft skin is still damp at the corners of his eyes. Miroslav leans in close to place a soft kiss to the salty skin. There is nothing else he can say, nothing more he can do to console him.
“Mirek.” Lukas’ rough voice breaks through the darkness and Miroslav wraps one arm around the man’s waist. “It wasn’t my fault.” He pauses, turning in Miroslav’s arms. He can see the bright blue reflecting the moon. “Right?”