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pairings: alan smith/darren fletcher, rio ferdinand/nemanja vidic, paul scholes/ole gunnar solskjaer
author's note: i'm still suffering (greatly) from writer's block. i had a few people in mind when writing these. i think you know who you are. ;) i also have a few more in the works, i will probably post them tomorrow or sometime soon.
i.
“Alan -”
“What is it now?”
Darren casts a glance towards the kitchen to see Alan carrying his dinner and a cup of hot chocolate, and can’t help the smile that creeps on his face. It wasn’t easy being injured; but it probably wasn’t any easier having to tend to the Scot’s every need. The Englishman places everything on the coffee table in front of him, before asking, “What was it that you needed?”
“Nothing.” Darren says shaking his head. “Thank you.”
“Did you want me to fluff your pillow? Do my Schwarzenegger impression?” He watches as the Scot shakes his head again. “Come on.”
“Sit with me?”
“Of course.” He carefully lifts Darren’s injured leg, and places himself on the couch.
“And while you’re at it - massage my foot.”
“Darren.”
“I was kidding,” he laughs. “Kind of.”
ii.
You were a man (maybe only a boy who wishes to be a man) trying to find a place to call home. You couldn’t find it in Serbia. You haven’t found it in England (maybe it was here). And maybe he sensed that; knew you were lost (emotionally).
“Stability,” he told you once, “is what gets me through the day.”
To you (then), it meant nothing. (It probably still doesn’t.)
You are a man (a man who sometimes feels like he’s that young boy again). You didn’t find a home in England, but instead in a man who was there from the very start. And maybe you sensed it then, that you were lost only to be found (by him).
So when you think of stability, you think of him. “You get me through everything.”
iii.
“How do you say goodbye to everything you’ve ever known?” (What he means is, “How do you say goodbye, when it’s the last thing you want to do?”) And suddenly you know that it wasn’t just about his retiring anymore. You lower your eyes to look at the ground (wondering if the sudden pain in your heart was for Ole, or for yourself.) You think, “Maybe you never have to.”
But instead, you grab a hold of his waist, and pull him towards you gently. His taller frame molding into yours. And you hold him there, (while he whispers words of regret, words of pain). And all you can do is listen. You didn’t trust yourself to speak just yet.
author's note: i'm still suffering (greatly) from writer's block. i had a few people in mind when writing these. i think you know who you are. ;) i also have a few more in the works, i will probably post them tomorrow or sometime soon.
i.
“Alan -”
“What is it now?”
Darren casts a glance towards the kitchen to see Alan carrying his dinner and a cup of hot chocolate, and can’t help the smile that creeps on his face. It wasn’t easy being injured; but it probably wasn’t any easier having to tend to the Scot’s every need. The Englishman places everything on the coffee table in front of him, before asking, “What was it that you needed?”
“Nothing.” Darren says shaking his head. “Thank you.”
“Did you want me to fluff your pillow? Do my Schwarzenegger impression?” He watches as the Scot shakes his head again. “Come on.”
“Sit with me?”
“Of course.” He carefully lifts Darren’s injured leg, and places himself on the couch.
“And while you’re at it - massage my foot.”
“Darren.”
“I was kidding,” he laughs. “Kind of.”
ii.
You were a man (maybe only a boy who wishes to be a man) trying to find a place to call home. You couldn’t find it in Serbia. You haven’t found it in England (maybe it was here). And maybe he sensed that; knew you were lost (emotionally).
“Stability,” he told you once, “is what gets me through the day.”
To you (then), it meant nothing. (It probably still doesn’t.)
You are a man (a man who sometimes feels like he’s that young boy again). You didn’t find a home in England, but instead in a man who was there from the very start. And maybe you sensed it then, that you were lost only to be found (by him).
So when you think of stability, you think of him. “You get me through everything.”
iii.
“How do you say goodbye to everything you’ve ever known?” (What he means is, “How do you say goodbye, when it’s the last thing you want to do?”) And suddenly you know that it wasn’t just about his retiring anymore. You lower your eyes to look at the ground (wondering if the sudden pain in your heart was for Ole, or for yourself.) You think, “Maybe you never have to.”
But instead, you grab a hold of his waist, and pull him towards you gently. His taller frame molding into yours. And you hold him there, (while he whispers words of regret, words of pain). And all you can do is listen. You didn’t trust yourself to speak just yet.