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here are three ficlets.
pairing(s): cristiano ronaldo/nani, tomasz kuszczak/anderson, christopher eagles/jonny evans
rating: G (seems like everything I write is this rating. i suck).
author’s note: these were written for mrs_isaacs. i hope you enjoy them, dear. i must say, they were very difficult to write. but here they are! hope they aren’t too horrible. ;)
Christopher/Jonny
and your slowly shaking finger tips
show that your scared like me so
lets pretend we’re alone.
He’s sitting on the edge of your bed when you wake up. He’s looking out the window, the sky a beautiful shade of blue; and you wonder what he’s thinking. And as if he was reading your mind, he says aloud, “What’s the point of hoping?” (You want to ask, “What’s the harm in hoping?”)
He turns to look at you, then. And your heart stops -
“I don’t want to hope anymore. It doesn’t do anything for me.”
“What are you saying, Jonny?”
“I’m saying -” he says, looking away again. “ - I just don’t see the point anymore.” You sit up straight, and crawl towards him. Your hand finding it’s way to the back of his neck, and you can feel his pulse, the way it quickens at the gentleness of your touch. “What are you doing?” It comes out in short breaths. “Please don’t.”
But you keep your hand there (your grip a little tighter). And he doesn’t say anything else. Just lets you hold him. Touch him.
And he wants to say, to tell you, “I never meant for it to go this far.”
Cristiano/Nani
I'm feeling alive and with every breathe that I take,
I feel like I've won. You're my key to survival.
You’re about to shut the door, when you hear him whisper (to no one in particular - but you have a feeling it was his confession to you.) “I’m scared I’ll fail.”
“You won’t, Nani.”
“How do you know?” he says, “I’m not like you.”
“Who says you had to be?”
He doesn’t say anything.
“You know what I think? You’re going to be great - more than great. So don’t be scared of failing. Because I’ll be here for you. Remember that.” And you can see the small smile on his face, and he tells you thank you. “Sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Tomasz/Anderson
You're changing me. You're changing me.
You showed me how to live.
“Hi, I’m Tomasz. It’s great to finally meet you.” He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you grasp it firmly. “I like your hair. The longest I ever had my hair was back in primary school. But it never got that long.”
You laugh, wanting to say something - but you quickly change your mind - you don’t trust your English. You fear you might say the wrong thing, and the last thing you want to do is get off on a bad impression. Especially not when you’ve taken a liking to your new team mate.
“I know you’re probably feeling a bit uncomfortable at a new club, a new country. So here,” he grabs a pen from his back pocket, “I keep one there all the time.” And begins to scrawl down a number on the palm of your hand. “If you ever need anything, let me know.”
Still not trusting your mouth, you nod - and grasp his shoulders and pull him into a hug.
“I take that as a thank you,” he laughs. “Well, you’re welcome. And remember, the name is Tomasz. People tend to get me confused with Darren. I don’t know why. I’m much better lookin’, don’t you think?”
“Hey! I heard that.”
He starts to walk away, when you say, “Tomasz.” (He turns back to you) “I’m Anderson.” And he smiles.
FIN.
pairing(s): cristiano ronaldo/nani, tomasz kuszczak/anderson, christopher eagles/jonny evans
rating: G (seems like everything I write is this rating. i suck).
author’s note: these were written for mrs_isaacs. i hope you enjoy them, dear. i must say, they were very difficult to write. but here they are! hope they aren’t too horrible. ;)
Christopher/Jonny
and your slowly shaking finger tips
show that your scared like me so
lets pretend we’re alone.
He’s sitting on the edge of your bed when you wake up. He’s looking out the window, the sky a beautiful shade of blue; and you wonder what he’s thinking. And as if he was reading your mind, he says aloud, “What’s the point of hoping?” (You want to ask, “What’s the harm in hoping?”)
He turns to look at you, then. And your heart stops -
“I don’t want to hope anymore. It doesn’t do anything for me.”
“What are you saying, Jonny?”
“I’m saying -” he says, looking away again. “ - I just don’t see the point anymore.” You sit up straight, and crawl towards him. Your hand finding it’s way to the back of his neck, and you can feel his pulse, the way it quickens at the gentleness of your touch. “What are you doing?” It comes out in short breaths. “Please don’t.”
But you keep your hand there (your grip a little tighter). And he doesn’t say anything else. Just lets you hold him. Touch him.
And he wants to say, to tell you, “I never meant for it to go this far.”
Cristiano/Nani
I'm feeling alive and with every breathe that I take,
I feel like I've won. You're my key to survival.
You’re about to shut the door, when you hear him whisper (to no one in particular - but you have a feeling it was his confession to you.) “I’m scared I’ll fail.”
“You won’t, Nani.”
“How do you know?” he says, “I’m not like you.”
“Who says you had to be?”
He doesn’t say anything.
“You know what I think? You’re going to be great - more than great. So don’t be scared of failing. Because I’ll be here for you. Remember that.” And you can see the small smile on his face, and he tells you thank you. “Sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Tomasz/Anderson
You're changing me. You're changing me.
You showed me how to live.
“Hi, I’m Tomasz. It’s great to finally meet you.” He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you grasp it firmly. “I like your hair. The longest I ever had my hair was back in primary school. But it never got that long.”
You laugh, wanting to say something - but you quickly change your mind - you don’t trust your English. You fear you might say the wrong thing, and the last thing you want to do is get off on a bad impression. Especially not when you’ve taken a liking to your new team mate.
“I know you’re probably feeling a bit uncomfortable at a new club, a new country. So here,” he grabs a pen from his back pocket, “I keep one there all the time.” And begins to scrawl down a number on the palm of your hand. “If you ever need anything, let me know.”
Still not trusting your mouth, you nod - and grasp his shoulders and pull him into a hug.
“I take that as a thank you,” he laughs. “Well, you’re welcome. And remember, the name is Tomasz. People tend to get me confused with Darren. I don’t know why. I’m much better lookin’, don’t you think?”
“Hey! I heard that.”
He starts to walk away, when you say, “Tomasz.” (He turns back to you) “I’m Anderson.” And he smiles.
FIN.