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Mar 06, 2012 16:38

The luxover drabble machine!!

I've got nothing doing tomorrow, so prompt me if you're interested. You guys know what football and AI7 pairings I'm familiar with, but I'll also write some One Direction if your name is tankshallkill or if you just ask really really nicely. :)

FILLED PROMPTS (WILL BE UPDATED):

FOOTBALL: Alcantaras Mafia AU, as part of this 'verse.
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pairing: cookmann, fandom: anthemic, pairing: andy/archie, pairing: liam/zayn, pairing: silva/villa, pairing: thiago/rafa, fic, fandom: football, genre: au, genre: gen, fandom: one direction, fandom: ai7

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luxover March 8 2012, 23:31:27 UTC
It's been a long day of interviews and meet and greets, followed by an even longer night of more interviews and then their show, and Liam is so wiped that he thinks he could probably fall asleep standing, if he tried. He trudges to the bus, hair wet and sticking to his forehead from his post-show shower, and he has every intention of climbing onto the bus and into his bunk, but then he sees, just off to the side, the bright red of a cigarette cherry, and Liam's feet change direction without him even realizing it.

"Hey," Zayn says when Liam gets closer, and he's holding the cigarette loosely between two fingers, halfway to his mouth. Liam can barely see, it's so dark out, but he can see that Zayn's hair is wet too, hanging in front of his eyes and making him look so much younger.

"Hey," Liam says back, and he stands there next to Zayn, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets and his shoulders slightly hunched against the cold. He knows what everyone else would say in this situation, how Niall would say that there's no point in smoking if you can't blow smoke rings, and how Louis would say, Tut, tut, DJ Malik, you rebel, and how Harry would say that Zayn smells like his grandfather, but for some reason, Liam has no clue what he'd say in a situation like this, and so he doesn't say anything at all.

He watches, though, watches the way Zayn's lips wrap around the filter, and how he angles his chin away so he's not blowing the smoke in Liam's face. He watches Zayn's fingers, too, and Liam's never been jealous of a cigarette before, but he supposes there's a first time for everything.

"Vas happening?" Zayn asks, quietly and not at all like he usually says it, a small smile on his face.

Liam can hear Niall laughing back on the bus, and he says, "Nothing."

Zayn smiles and nods like he understands that when Liam says nothing, he really means, I'm tired from the hours, and I'm wired from the show, and I want to go home and I want to go anywhere but home, and also, just barely at all or maybe even more than anything else, I just like being with you. And who knows, maybe Zayn does understand all of that. Maybe he thinks all of that, too; Liam doesn't know.

What Liam does know is that Zayn takes one last drag of his cigarette, and he can't look away. He watches as Zayn blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth and then drops the butt to the ground, stubbing it out with his toe. He looks at Liam, and Liam looks back, and then Zayn smiles. He steps closer to Liam until he can put his hand on Liam's hip, and then he backs Liam up against the side of the bus, braces his free hand next to Liam's head.

"Yeah?" Zayn asks, and Liam says, "Yeah," and then Zayn leans in and kisses Liam on the mouth like it's something he does all the time, familiar and solid and there, and Liam kisses him back because that's all he wants to be doing. He wraps a hand around the back of Zayn's neck and wonders why they wasted so much time not doing this; Zayn pulls him in even closer, and he probably doesn't know why, either.

When they climb on the bus twenty minutes later, the lads are all sitting on the couch, holding up scorecards of eight, six, and nine. Liam just laughs a little and rakes his hand through his hair, but Zayn tells them very politely to fuck off, slides an arm around Liam's waist, and slips his thumb up under the hem of Liam's shirt so that he's touching Liam's skin.

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tankshallkill March 9 2012, 01:05:37 UTC
Liam has no clue what he'd say in a situation like this, and so he doesn't say anything at all.

ASDLKFS;JADSNFASHDFKJALSDADFLSAKL;SDJF LIAM LIAM LIAM..YOU ARE PERFECT, DEAR LITTLE LIAM. perfect.

k;aklsfjasdnmfaslkdj;klssdhs;dkjs'sjl

THE FEELINGS AND THE HOT AND JUST.

UGH OH MY GOD.

LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY.

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luxover March 11 2012, 05:20:44 UTC
I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY

I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING WHEN I WROTE THIS

BUT YEAH. FOR YOU. I DID THIS FOR YOU.

BECAUSE I LOCE YOU, PINEAPPLE

OK

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horrorparties March 26 2012, 02:57:35 UTC
ughhhh this is so perfect

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luxover March 26 2012, 03:14:51 UTC
glad you liked it :))))

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vamphime May 29 2012, 03:57:15 UTC
LIAM BAAAAAABE and Zayn being Zayn iuerlhrtny;
man, I love your characterisation, it's perfect.
Also, ugh they're so cute and then the boys with the scorecards and I love how you write them all just loving each other. It gives me feelings.

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luxover May 30 2012, 00:42:08 UTC
10

that's the score i give your comment, haha. thanks so much for commenting! i'm so glad to hear that you liked it!!! :)

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