Jt/lamps drabbles
Pairing: John terry/ Frank Lampard
Word count: 100 each
disclaimer: All liessssssssssssss
A/n: The product of work that needs to be done but is so much easier to put off! Titles are all words given to me by my friend
Title: pool
He felt the splash before he knew what had happened. Shaking the water off his face, he looked up to find John Terry grinning like an idiot down at him. A quick tug on his leg however, soon wiped the smile off his face and sent the England captain tumbling down into the pool with a splash.
Frank smirked, “Payback”
John looked down at his clothes, soaked through clinging to him, ruined for sure. “No,” he looked up at Frank “Tonight I’ll show you payback” With that he winked, splashed him and swam away before Frank had time to retaliate.
Title: Goal
11 games. 9 weeks. 64 days. 1536 hours. Too long. He tried and tried but nothing. Too wide, too high, too weak. He’d had international goals, but there seemed to be some barrier, some divine force preventing him from scoring regularly at both levels.
Just as he was when Frank was the England scapegoat, John was there. Long nights, holding him close, whispering reassurances, “You’re so much more to the team than goals... you’ll bounce back, you always do” Still nothing but frustration.
Then it came. Finally after so long, and guess who was straight there to help him celebrate.
Title: hell
For some people hell is an inferno inhabited by the devil and various other sinners, for others it’s a place closer to reality, a place of torture and pain. For Frank, he feels like he’s in a living hell, every day he wakes up, his heart racing, breath staggering out in pants, sweat dripping from his forehead, his nightmare replaying torturously over and over in his head, but as he turns searching for reassurance, the bed is empty and cold, the sheets untouched, he isn’t there. Its then he remembers it isn’t a bad dream, but reality; Frank is alone.