[RPF] I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together
Title: I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together
Fandom: RPF Football
Characters/Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard
Rating: PG14
Wordcount: 130 (fidipu)
Warnings: fluff/angst, slash
Prompt: All in one night @ Cow-T 2, powered by maridichallenge.
Notes: Will I ever run out of things to say about these two and/or Istanbul?
- The title is a line by Richard Siken.
Disclaimer: I’m lying, just for the sake of it.
~ I take the parts that I remember
and stitch them back together.
They sit in deafening silence in the locker room, nervous and scared; they're blinded by the lights of the stadium, they're losing, and then they're back, and then they win and Stevie kisses him and Xabi stuffs a handful of crumpled confetti into his pocket because tomorrow he will need something to hold onto, something to remind that this is real, this is happening, this is Istanbul and the world is theirs.
The sky cracks open with joy and laughter, and Xabi breathes it in and he never wants to let it go. It's one night, and it stretches into eternity.
Xabi will count the threads of the scarf he takes from Stevie's neck, ten years from now, when the thought of tonight gets lighter and lighter and starts fading like smoke.
Fandom: RPF Football
Characters/Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard
Rating: PG14
Wordcount: 130 (fidipu)
Warnings: fluff/angst, slash
Prompt: All in one night @ Cow-T 2, powered by maridichallenge.
Notes: Will I ever run out of things to say about these two and/or Istanbul?
- The title is a line by Richard Siken.
Disclaimer: I’m lying, just for the sake of it.
~ I take the parts that I remember
and stitch them back together.
They sit in deafening silence in the locker room, nervous and scared; they're blinded by the lights of the stadium, they're losing, and then they're back, and then they win and Stevie kisses him and Xabi stuffs a handful of crumpled confetti into his pocket because tomorrow he will need something to hold onto, something to remind that this is real, this is happening, this is Istanbul and the world is theirs.
The sky cracks open with joy and laughter, and Xabi breathes it in and he never wants to let it go. It's one night, and it stretches into eternity.
Xabi will count the threads of the scarf he takes from Stevie's neck, ten years from now, when the thought of tonight gets lighter and lighter and starts fading like smoke.