Drabbles for footie 100
Yes, I know, I should write the Cris/Wayne fic that I said I would write, but it's just... there isn't any United drabble so far for this week's prompt (correct me if I missed out anything ;)), so I couldn't resist :p.
Author : hiro_chan
Rating : PG
Pairing : Assorted, as usual :D
Prompt : Tired
Disclaimer : Not True :p
1. Fatigue enveloped him as he looked around the livingroom. He shook his head in denial, because this just couldn't be happening. He knew a crossed Ryan was dangerous, but this was cruel.
Strawberry milk splattered on the table, dangerously close to drip onto the carpet. He walked wearily towards it, and slipped on colourful crayons strewn on the floor, landing with a painful thud and -
And then - the feel of tiny body clambering up his own, small hands on his shirt, squeals of “Uncle Gaz!!”, and no matter how much he loved them, Gary wished Ryan would come home soon.
2. You kicks your boots and pull your socks off. The muscles in your legs feel dead tired right now - you usually don't mind it but today it's just annoying.
You sigh, massaging your calf, and you notice he's staring at you. After a few moments he bats your hands away and put his own on your calf. He massages it and you yelp - he puts too much pressure. He grins sheepishly at you, being gentler now.
You lean back, watch him. He smiles at you and you can't help smiling back, feeling the tiredness in your legs disappears into warmth.
3. Paul looked at you, in a way that made your heart ache. You wished you could explain yourself properly - about this situation, this decision.
All you could do though, was touch his cheek and said, “I guess I get a bit tired.”
He leaned into your touch, just barely, and you could see that he understand - this was more than you could handle. This was an injury too many.
Your hand fell from his cheek, and you smiled, just a little. “I'll still be around, though.”
He smiled back, faintly.
Because it wasn't the end yet. At least, not now.
4. Darren slipped into Johnny's kitchen from the back door. Ever since Alan not around anymore, John became his refuge for his dinner needs. It wasn't that Darren couldn't cook - he could, honest - it was just that his cooking was mostly garbage.
He sat at the table, grinning at John's back who was still facing the stove, but when the smell tickled his nose, his grin faltered.
“Please don't tell me that we're having your 'favourite' dish again? We've had that the whole week!”
John turned and grinned at him. Darren could only groan and bang his head to the table.
5. Rio might be blunt, but in love, he always danced around the issue. Vida knew it, because he experience it first hand. Not that Rio ever admitted it, but all the stares Rio had been giving him spoke for themselves.
Thing was, Rio never confessed, and Vida began to find this tiring, and he decided that today was the day.
He slammed Rio to the corner wall of the changing room, kissed him deeply then stared challengingly at him. It took a moment but Rio hauled him up, carried him to the nearest shower stall, and the rest was history.
Author's Note : I did try to make every drabble happy / light ones, but I just couldn't help with the Ole/Paul one. They made me do it like that *cries*!
Hope you guys enjoyed it... :)
Author : hiro_chan
Rating : PG
Pairing : Assorted, as usual :D
Prompt : Tired
Disclaimer : Not True :p
1. Fatigue enveloped him as he looked around the livingroom. He shook his head in denial, because this just couldn't be happening. He knew a crossed Ryan was dangerous, but this was cruel.
Strawberry milk splattered on the table, dangerously close to drip onto the carpet. He walked wearily towards it, and slipped on colourful crayons strewn on the floor, landing with a painful thud and -
And then - the feel of tiny body clambering up his own, small hands on his shirt, squeals of “Uncle Gaz!!”, and no matter how much he loved them, Gary wished Ryan would come home soon.
2. You kicks your boots and pull your socks off. The muscles in your legs feel dead tired right now - you usually don't mind it but today it's just annoying.
You sigh, massaging your calf, and you notice he's staring at you. After a few moments he bats your hands away and put his own on your calf. He massages it and you yelp - he puts too much pressure. He grins sheepishly at you, being gentler now.
You lean back, watch him. He smiles at you and you can't help smiling back, feeling the tiredness in your legs disappears into warmth.
3. Paul looked at you, in a way that made your heart ache. You wished you could explain yourself properly - about this situation, this decision.
All you could do though, was touch his cheek and said, “I guess I get a bit tired.”
He leaned into your touch, just barely, and you could see that he understand - this was more than you could handle. This was an injury too many.
Your hand fell from his cheek, and you smiled, just a little. “I'll still be around, though.”
He smiled back, faintly.
Because it wasn't the end yet. At least, not now.
4. Darren slipped into Johnny's kitchen from the back door. Ever since Alan not around anymore, John became his refuge for his dinner needs. It wasn't that Darren couldn't cook - he could, honest - it was just that his cooking was mostly garbage.
He sat at the table, grinning at John's back who was still facing the stove, but when the smell tickled his nose, his grin faltered.
“Please don't tell me that we're having your 'favourite' dish again? We've had that the whole week!”
John turned and grinned at him. Darren could only groan and bang his head to the table.
5. Rio might be blunt, but in love, he always danced around the issue. Vida knew it, because he experience it first hand. Not that Rio ever admitted it, but all the stares Rio had been giving him spoke for themselves.
Thing was, Rio never confessed, and Vida began to find this tiring, and he decided that today was the day.
He slammed Rio to the corner wall of the changing room, kissed him deeply then stared challengingly at him. It took a moment but Rio hauled him up, carried him to the nearest shower stall, and the rest was history.
Author's Note : I did try to make every drabble happy / light ones, but I just couldn't help with the Ole/Paul one. They made me do it like that *cries*!
Hope you guys enjoyed it... :)