Fic - first time post (and having a heart attack)
Title: Drabbles, I spose. This is where I always fall down.
Pairings: Cris/Wayne, Gaz/Giggsy, Gaz/Becks, Smudge/Fletch, and one for which you can decide.
Rating: PG - 13? I don't know, I hate these things.
Summary: 5 100 word drabbles.
A.N.: This is my first time posting fic anywhere, though God knows I've written enough. As such, I am extremely nervous, and the only reason I'm doing this at all is because its half twelve in the morning and I'm too tired to know better. These were written to prompts from my friend, and she sorta beta - ed, but feel free to point out any mistakes. And to tell me to go away, but NICELY. Else I may just have a heart attack already. Also, any resemblance to anyone elses work is purely an accident, tell me and I'll kill thsi post, only I get paranoid I've stolen something without realising. Due to excessive lurkeridge. I'll shut up now, this is getting ridiculous even for a A.N.
Rabbit
(Cris/Wayne)
"Stop that!"
"What? I not do anything!"
Stop.. the.. the poutyness!"
"I no pout!"
"Yes, you do, stop. Makes you look all... rabbity"
"Rabbit? I not like rabbit! How I like rabbit?"
"Well, your face is screwed up and snuffly, and you’re all cute with the big eyes. If you had floppy ears you’d be a rabbit, I swear, it’s unnatural, you look huggable … I'll shut up."
"..."
"Don't look like rabbit. Besides, you mean!"
"Wasn't meant badly, it was meant in… a way. You know! "
"No. You strange. I not rabbit"
"Wayne? You can hug me now."
Skin
(?)
When he had his first girlfriend, he'd never really got the hype about skin on skin contact. Sure, the kissing was nice, and the sex, when he got to that, but... it was never really a big deal.
Further girlfriends came and went, and with age he began to see the merits (and wonder where on earth he got that phrase anyway), but it was never really all it cracked up to be.
That was until now; when he found himself pressed up against the shower cubicle wall, unable to think of anything except that smooth warm skin against his.
Mirror
(Gaz/Giggsy)
When they had the giant wall mirrors installed in the changing rooms, Gaz had despaired. Firstly, why did they need mirrors? They weren’t supposed to need mirrors! Secondly, now they would never be able to get Cristiano out. Knowing his luck, it would become his job to move him, because "But gaaaaaaaaaz, you're captain. You do it."
All times he'd heard that excuse… He wasn't the bloody baby sitter!
Now though, holding Ryan pressed up against one wall, the image of them together reflected back and forth across the room, he couldn't help but be thankful for those stupid things.
Zip
(Gaz/Becks)
"Fuck."
"What?"
"My zip. It’s bloody stuck. I hate when that happens! Stupid - Fucking - Thing!"
"Put Vaseline on it."
"What?"
"Put some Vaseline on it. That’s what me mum always used to say."
"Becks... that is one of the weirdest things I've heard you say. In a while, anyway. Vaseline? That'll just make it slippery!"
"Dunno. Never had to try it, I can dress myself."
"Grr..."
"Oh, bite me. You're the one complaining about zips!"
"... I don't have any Vaseline."
"Oh, umm... here."
"Becks... why do you always have it?"
"For me lips! Not... well. That too."
Yakult (and Germs. heh)
(Smudge/Fletch)
"Alan?"
"Yes Darren? What’s wrong?"
"What’s... what’s THIS doing here?"
Alan sighed, got up from where he was sitting, and went to see what on earth was bothering Fletch now. He found him with his head in the fridge.
"What’s what doing in the fridge? I can't see coz your head's in the way."
"This!" Darren emerged, brandishing... a small yoghurt drink.
"That’s Yakult, Darren. Yoghurt?"
"But it’s got GERMS in it! It's evil!"
Alan sighed, took the Yakult, put it back, and guided Darren towards the TV.
"Not germs, bacteria. Actually, never mind. Just sit. Stay. Good Fletch. Good."
There. I hope you like, (see. scared. shitless) please review! I'm going to bed now. If I can sleep... ack.