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Title: Three Drabble thingies
Rating: G
Pairing: Gary Neville/Ryan Giggs, Wayne Roonie/Cristiano Ronaldo, David Beckham/Iker Casillas
Summary: Just three short and shiny ficlets.
Author's Notes: Three ficlets, all angsty, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRISHA! (kobean)
Jealousy
Gary isnt used to this feeling, he has never felt such burning jealousy before. Rationally, somewhere in the back of his head, he knows that there is nothing to the light talking and laughing smiles on the boys smiles or the light touches when Ryan presses his fingertips against the tatoo on the back of David’s neck but there it is, big fat jealousy. Gary grunts in annoyance at this irrational feeling of discontent. He knows that he doesn’t really have the right to be jealous, he has had both of them, at different times, he’s been in love with them at different times, he’s still in love with Ryan and he knows that neither of them would ever want to cause any harm possible to his “fragile being” as David likes to mock.
Gary is so caught up in his own feelings of jealousy that he doesn’t notice Phil slide up beside him until he feels the smack of a hard hand against the back of his head, he jerks forward and then turns around to gape at his younger brother but Phil just rolls his eyes, “Stop being stupid.” Phil says and yeah okay he’s got a point.
Anger
Wayne doesn’t know how to deal with this burning anger inside of him, how to comprehend that his best friend, his lover, his everything has fucked off to Spain and ripped him in half, it feels like a gaping hole in his chest but he doesn’t feel sad, he doesn’t feel like he’s going to break down in tears like some loser, he just feels angry. He wants to punch something, someone and he doesn’t know how to deal with that because Colleen doesn’t deserve any of his anger, not one inch of it. He contemplates going to Gary but he needs to be stronger before he tackles that option. He tries, so hard, to think down the line, years in the future, to see he and Cris together friends despite the split but all he sees is anger, betrayal and he doesn’t think he can find it in him to forgive Cris for this.
Regret
Regret, he can feel it pulsing through his veins. He wonders what the fuck he was thinking moving to America, away from Iker, away from where football really means something. He misses him and God he never thought hew ould miss Iker this much because it was just suppose to be a little fling, something to work the edge off, for both of them but it ended up being something that every other thing pales in comparison too, well except his boys. His boys, they miss Iker too, and Spain. They don’t mention it much, it upsets Victoria (and David too, though he tries not to mention it) but sometimes they slip up and Brooklyn will mention his old school in Madrid or Romeo will wish out loud that Iker would take him to the football ground to practice throwing himself into the ground (and taking half the years off of his parents lives) or Cruz will be in David’s arms, resting, almost asleep and whisper, “I miss Tío Iker Daddy.” And David close his eyes and whisper back, “Me too.”
Rating: G
Pairing: Gary Neville/Ryan Giggs, Wayne Roonie/Cristiano Ronaldo, David Beckham/Iker Casillas
Summary: Just three short and shiny ficlets.
Author's Notes: Three ficlets, all angsty, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRISHA! (kobean)
Jealousy
Gary isnt used to this feeling, he has never felt such burning jealousy before. Rationally, somewhere in the back of his head, he knows that there is nothing to the light talking and laughing smiles on the boys smiles or the light touches when Ryan presses his fingertips against the tatoo on the back of David’s neck but there it is, big fat jealousy. Gary grunts in annoyance at this irrational feeling of discontent. He knows that he doesn’t really have the right to be jealous, he has had both of them, at different times, he’s been in love with them at different times, he’s still in love with Ryan and he knows that neither of them would ever want to cause any harm possible to his “fragile being” as David likes to mock.
Gary is so caught up in his own feelings of jealousy that he doesn’t notice Phil slide up beside him until he feels the smack of a hard hand against the back of his head, he jerks forward and then turns around to gape at his younger brother but Phil just rolls his eyes, “Stop being stupid.” Phil says and yeah okay he’s got a point.
Anger
Wayne doesn’t know how to deal with this burning anger inside of him, how to comprehend that his best friend, his lover, his everything has fucked off to Spain and ripped him in half, it feels like a gaping hole in his chest but he doesn’t feel sad, he doesn’t feel like he’s going to break down in tears like some loser, he just feels angry. He wants to punch something, someone and he doesn’t know how to deal with that because Colleen doesn’t deserve any of his anger, not one inch of it. He contemplates going to Gary but he needs to be stronger before he tackles that option. He tries, so hard, to think down the line, years in the future, to see he and Cris together friends despite the split but all he sees is anger, betrayal and he doesn’t think he can find it in him to forgive Cris for this.
Regret
Regret, he can feel it pulsing through his veins. He wonders what the fuck he was thinking moving to America, away from Iker, away from where football really means something. He misses him and God he never thought hew ould miss Iker this much because it was just suppose to be a little fling, something to work the edge off, for both of them but it ended up being something that every other thing pales in comparison too, well except his boys. His boys, they miss Iker too, and Spain. They don’t mention it much, it upsets Victoria (and David too, though he tries not to mention it) but sometimes they slip up and Brooklyn will mention his old school in Madrid or Romeo will wish out loud that Iker would take him to the football ground to practice throwing himself into the ground (and taking half the years off of his parents lives) or Cruz will be in David’s arms, resting, almost asleep and whisper, “I miss Tío Iker Daddy.” And David close his eyes and whisper back, “Me too.”