footballverse ficlets
player: iker casillas
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
based off the lyrics: “And for the last four years of my life I’ve thought about you pretty much/every fifteen seconds”. lyrics and title belong to Lissie.
In South Africa, when you are tying your laces in the locker room, left foot first, you try to block out everything. You don’t want to hear Villa mumbling the rosary, Sergio humming his favourite song or Gerard and Carles trading jokes in the corner. You need total and utter silence and every single one of these men, your teammates, know this. But they are nervous as you are.
Ever since Germany four years ago, you cannot forget leaving early, too early because you were not good enough. It all changes now. You’re too close to let it go now.
title: wasn’t, isn’t.
player: david silva/david villa
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
When he was in Valencia, it was a little easier to say what their relationship was, easier to define it then because they always had friendship to fall back on, a sort of safety net. But now, with him in Manchester and Villa in Barcelona, calling each other friends was stretching it when the extent of their relationship was fucking and working together on the pitch.
Villa has his own group and Silva had Raúl (until he left for Madrid of course) and Alexis. Guys he could count on, who never pressured him for anything.
Villa was just there
title: bet against me
player: cristiano ronaldo
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
It’s been a long time since you’ve denied yourself. Well since anyone said no to you. You like that. Your smile is easy on the eyes, as is your entire being (if you could choose you’d say your smile and your abs are your best physical feature). You love it when eyes fall on you, when you steal attention away from other less important things. You are confident in you, in the way you way. You have been for a long time now.
It’s never smart to bet against you and you know people are finally starting to realize this.
title: heavy
player: john terry
rating: g
disclaimer: fiction
Sometimes he feels like he should just throw in the towel and quit. He cannot do this anymore. He loves his club (forever blue, through and through) but cannot understand how the fans can go from loving him in his club’s colours to hating him once adorning the white of his country. He knows it’s apart of the game, of the sport. Some love you while others love to hate yet he cannot decipher why anything but his play on the pitch matters to the fans. Because once he’s on the park, he’s an honest man, a faithful man and he doesn’t know how else to show that besides playing the sport he loves the most.
title: say it
pairing: raul/guti
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
“Say it.”
It’s that voice again. The Captain’s Voice. Guti shivers. He doesn’t care that he’s sitting in his apartment miles away from where he really wants to be with his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, one hand on his cock, the other caressing his balls. He’s close, too close and Raul knows this - knows how to play him so perfectly.
“Say it, Guti.”
Guti has never been the one to comply so easily so he doesn’t. He does everything he can to fight it but then the end he still ends up whispering it, his voice broken.
“Te amo, Raul.”
title: bury me with my heart’s desire
player: david beckham
rating: g
disclaimer: fiction
He will never admit it out loud but his body feels tired - heavy. His mind, his heart can rival any up and coming lad who dreams of capturing the admiration of the world with his play on the pitch and his charm in front of the cameras. Physically, he has slowed down, his legs not as quick as they used to be, his feet not as precise. His football career is coming to an end yet... yet he won’t quit.
If it were up to him, he would die on the field, wearing the shirt that gave him his first chance, who gave him life.
title: privileged
pairing: ezequiel garay/gonzalo higuian (maybe or it could just be friendship)
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
Somewhere along the way of reminiscing about home to having him guide you through a new league and city, you started to look at Gonzalo a little differently. He’s quiet during training, attentive and nothing but electric on the pitch, even alongside greats like Ronaldo and Kaka. Yet when he’s with you, you feel like you see a side no one else does. With you, his smile is always bright and genuine. He talks to you about his home, his family. And though you are not too sure why, you feel privileged - honoured. Like he’s letting you see what no one else does.
title: worth
player: yoann gourcuff
rating: g
disclaimer: fiction
Who would like to be showered with pity? Or to be constantly questioned whether or not he is “man enough” for the sport? Yoann doesn’t know exactly when he was shoved under the bright and scrutinizing shine of the spotlight but he wants nothing more than to escape from it, to fall back into the shadows where he was playing football with love and comfort. When it was time for the world’s biggest stage to display his talents, he received all the wrong attention and now he can’t shake the labels they’ve given him.
Sometimes he wonders if it’s really worth it.
title: the end
teams: real madrid & barcelona fc
rating: g
disclaimer: fiction
It’s funny how some things work out. Both teams have been nothing but dominate and were entering the spring clasico on even ground, with the same amount of points, passion and lust for victory. The April night was warm, comfortable. Fan from either side were ready, had been ever since the last match at the Nou - Barcelona supporters confident, Real Madrid’s hopeful but no less secure in their team’s abilities. No one was quiet of course but if you paid very close attention, you could have heard a sharpe intake of breath when kick off commenced.
This was it.
title: nothing else
player: cristiano ronaldo
rating: g
disclaimer: fiction
He thought joy was playing for the biggest clubs in the world. Or perhaps seeing his highlights night after night on the sports channels. He had been pretty happy when he won trophies, both collectively and individually. It was also amazing to see his ads on a loop, his billboards whether for Nike or Armani or something of the like splashed across cities all over the world.
But each one of these ‘joys’ were replaced a new moment of son; a smile, a laugh, his first steps. The day he heard papa from his sweet little boy’s lips, Cristiano knew nothing else mattered.