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I gotta put the whole EBUL STORY I'm writing with anon on hold, and I'm not in the mood for a serious take on my D/s Z/C story. I am moody and grumpy and smoking a LOT. And I ate pb twixes, strawberry gum, and am drinking Pepsi, cos lyk, my body needs to be FATTER with SUGAR.
So I need to cheer myself up and write some Freke!fic!!
Oh goody.
Title: HIKE!
Pairing: F/Z, F/S
Rating: Prolly a light R for swearing (anything with the coach is fair game...)
Synopsis: It's time for the premiere of our sweet lil' hobbit quarterback, and everyone comes out to cheer him on. But will he succeed?? Will Coach Willis swear a lot??? Is anyone taking this story seriously?!??!11!?eleventy!?
Previous Partage:
FREKE!
Burglars
Four Wheelin'
Competition!
Too Much Food
Philiacs-Plushophilia
Shotgun
Mud and Mops
A Shortcut to Mushed Pride
Frodo, #3
"I'm afraid I don't... know HOW... um..."
"Here, lemmee help," Zeke said, all too eager to aid in Frodo's gearing up. The locker room was chock full of guys all laughing, whooping and cheering as Zeke helped Frodo with his uniform. Frodo blushed and batted his lashes, holding up his jock strap.
"Erm... how does one put THIS on? Do I really need it...?"
"OH yea, trust me..." Zeke said, his forehead feeling sweaty. Number one, he was VERY eager to help with THIS particular dressing, and number two... he didn't want Frodo carried off the field clutching his groin. That could prove disastrous later on...
"Yo, Baggins!" someone called. Frodo and Zeke turned to see Gabe and Benny walking over, big smiles on their faces.
"Hello! I'm looking forward to my first game, but I must admit; I AM nervous," Frodo replied. Gabe patted him on the shoulder.
"Man, don't WORRY. Me an' Benny here are gonna give ya plenty of cover. You just make those passes and we'll CREAM LBJ High!" Gabe explained. Frodo blinked profusely.
"Cream?"
"ALL RIGHT, you miserable dicksuckers!!" called Willis (undoubtedly). Frodo lifted a leg, holding onto Zeke's shoulders as Willis yelled randomly about plays and 'We'd better take these guys DOWN or you're gonna be eating grass for the next six fucking weeks after the rounds of push-ups I'll have you twats doing!!'
"Thank you so much, Ezekiel," Frodo said with a big smile. Making sure no one was looking, Zeke gave Frodo's behind a little squeeze, making him jump and giggle. "OH! Is that a football tradition?"
"Ye- NO," Zeke suddenly changed his mind; the last thing he needed was Frodo walking around goosing everyone... Frodo simply blushed as he got his pants on, grinning wickedly at Zeke.
"Should we have a celebration after we win tonight?" Frodo said. Looking as if he were conjuring up every ounce of courage he had he lowered his voice. "Like we did on the way home from the shopping center you took me to today?"
Thoughts of how well Frodo fit under the wheel of Zeke's GTO sent his head reeling. Perhaps they'd had to go to about 40 different sports shops to find a toddler sized football uniform for Frodo, but it'd ended up SO worth it...
~*~*~*~
"Oh LOOK! Uncle Bilbo came... and OH...!!"
Zeke looked over his shoulder at the stands; amidst the roaring crowd, right in the front near the team's benches sat Bilbo... and the Gaffer... and Sam. "Wow... um, cool," Zeke replied. The other team came out on the field, each set of eyes falling on the tiny hobbit standing a few yards away.
"For God's sake, lookit 'im!! I thought it was a rumor that the Hornets took on a preschooler as quarterback!!" one guffawed. The others joined in, laughing uproariously.
"Hey Santora!! You got beat out by THAT??" someone else jeered. Gabe's eyes narrowed, shaking his head as he walked to Frodo and Zeke.
"Nevermind those fucking creeps. They've got it coming," Gabe told them. Frodo beamed up at him through the metal slats of his helmet.
"It's quite all right! May the best team win, I always say," he cheerfully replied.
~*~*~*~
"...and we have Tyler running up the home stretch... all the way in the end zone, Santora smacks down Herrell as he tries for Baggins... Baggins throws... HE'S DONE IT AGAIN!!"
The crowd roared as Zeke spiked the ball in triumph. The commentators were in disbelief as they continued. "I just cannot BELIEVE this... that new quarterback is fantastic! This makes the score 68 to 6... you do NOT want the Hornets on the offensive tonight!!"
Casey sighed deeply, getting more and more shots of Frodo hopping up and down clapping his hands in joy. He was standing near the other hobbits; Bilbo clapped and cheered, the Gaffer was just nodding quietly and Sam was trying to get Frodo's attention by screaming out to him. "MR. FROOOODO!! That was great!!! LOOK OVER HERE FRODO!!"
"I don't think he can hear you, Samwise," Casey said, coming over and shaking his head. Sam looked to him, immediately averting his eyes back on the field.
"M'not talkin' t'ye! Ye were awfully terrible to me sweet, lovable master and I didn't take kindly to it." Sam said with a firm, angry expression. Casey groaned and moved closer.
"Can't we just forget that? After all..." Casey said; he leaned forward to get close to Sam's ear. "I think your master has been loads more 'lovable' then you THINK he he's been,"
Sam's jaw clenched, looking edgewise to Casey. "What do y'mean??"
Casey sat, unloading the full roll of film from his camera. Sighing dramatically he continued. "I think you know what I mean. Believe me, I've got my own interests in mind as well..." Casey said, nodding up to where Zeke stood at the bench, getting a glass of Gatorade. Sam swallowed.
"A'right," he conceded. "I've been noticin' things too. Jes' yesterday I found 'em in the kitchen; that 'Zekiel lickin' strawberry jam offa me lovely master's finger,"
Casey fumed. "Well then... looks like we should keep an eye out- together,"
Sam looked to him, confused. "What d'ye mean?" he asked. Casey shrugged and smiled.
"Let's just say we can plan things out... perhaps catch them in the act,"
Sam looked unsure, scrunching his face up. "T'ain't me place to go sneakin', if ye get me meanin'."
"Sam... this is YOUR FRODO we're talking about here," Casey told him. Sam's face straightened.
"What'd ye have in mind?"
So I need to cheer myself up and write some Freke!fic!!
Oh goody.
Title: HIKE!
Pairing: F/Z, F/S
Rating: Prolly a light R for swearing (anything with the coach is fair game...)
Synopsis: It's time for the premiere of our sweet lil' hobbit quarterback, and everyone comes out to cheer him on. But will he succeed?? Will Coach Willis swear a lot??? Is anyone taking this story seriously?!??!11!?eleventy!?
Previous Partage:
FREKE!
Burglars
Four Wheelin'
Competition!
Too Much Food
Philiacs-Plushophilia
Shotgun
Mud and Mops
A Shortcut to Mushed Pride
Frodo, #3
"I'm afraid I don't... know HOW... um..."
"Here, lemmee help," Zeke said, all too eager to aid in Frodo's gearing up. The locker room was chock full of guys all laughing, whooping and cheering as Zeke helped Frodo with his uniform. Frodo blushed and batted his lashes, holding up his jock strap.
"Erm... how does one put THIS on? Do I really need it...?"
"OH yea, trust me..." Zeke said, his forehead feeling sweaty. Number one, he was VERY eager to help with THIS particular dressing, and number two... he didn't want Frodo carried off the field clutching his groin. That could prove disastrous later on...
"Yo, Baggins!" someone called. Frodo and Zeke turned to see Gabe and Benny walking over, big smiles on their faces.
"Hello! I'm looking forward to my first game, but I must admit; I AM nervous," Frodo replied. Gabe patted him on the shoulder.
"Man, don't WORRY. Me an' Benny here are gonna give ya plenty of cover. You just make those passes and we'll CREAM LBJ High!" Gabe explained. Frodo blinked profusely.
"Cream?"
"ALL RIGHT, you miserable dicksuckers!!" called Willis (undoubtedly). Frodo lifted a leg, holding onto Zeke's shoulders as Willis yelled randomly about plays and 'We'd better take these guys DOWN or you're gonna be eating grass for the next six fucking weeks after the rounds of push-ups I'll have you twats doing!!'
"Thank you so much, Ezekiel," Frodo said with a big smile. Making sure no one was looking, Zeke gave Frodo's behind a little squeeze, making him jump and giggle. "OH! Is that a football tradition?"
"Ye- NO," Zeke suddenly changed his mind; the last thing he needed was Frodo walking around goosing everyone... Frodo simply blushed as he got his pants on, grinning wickedly at Zeke.
"Should we have a celebration after we win tonight?" Frodo said. Looking as if he were conjuring up every ounce of courage he had he lowered his voice. "Like we did on the way home from the shopping center you took me to today?"
Thoughts of how well Frodo fit under the wheel of Zeke's GTO sent his head reeling. Perhaps they'd had to go to about 40 different sports shops to find a toddler sized football uniform for Frodo, but it'd ended up SO worth it...
~*~*~*~
"Oh LOOK! Uncle Bilbo came... and OH...!!"
Zeke looked over his shoulder at the stands; amidst the roaring crowd, right in the front near the team's benches sat Bilbo... and the Gaffer... and Sam. "Wow... um, cool," Zeke replied. The other team came out on the field, each set of eyes falling on the tiny hobbit standing a few yards away.
"For God's sake, lookit 'im!! I thought it was a rumor that the Hornets took on a preschooler as quarterback!!" one guffawed. The others joined in, laughing uproariously.
"Hey Santora!! You got beat out by THAT??" someone else jeered. Gabe's eyes narrowed, shaking his head as he walked to Frodo and Zeke.
"Nevermind those fucking creeps. They've got it coming," Gabe told them. Frodo beamed up at him through the metal slats of his helmet.
"It's quite all right! May the best team win, I always say," he cheerfully replied.
~*~*~*~
"...and we have Tyler running up the home stretch... all the way in the end zone, Santora smacks down Herrell as he tries for Baggins... Baggins throws... HE'S DONE IT AGAIN!!"
The crowd roared as Zeke spiked the ball in triumph. The commentators were in disbelief as they continued. "I just cannot BELIEVE this... that new quarterback is fantastic! This makes the score 68 to 6... you do NOT want the Hornets on the offensive tonight!!"
Casey sighed deeply, getting more and more shots of Frodo hopping up and down clapping his hands in joy. He was standing near the other hobbits; Bilbo clapped and cheered, the Gaffer was just nodding quietly and Sam was trying to get Frodo's attention by screaming out to him. "MR. FROOOODO!! That was great!!! LOOK OVER HERE FRODO!!"
"I don't think he can hear you, Samwise," Casey said, coming over and shaking his head. Sam looked to him, immediately averting his eyes back on the field.
"M'not talkin' t'ye! Ye were awfully terrible to me sweet, lovable master and I didn't take kindly to it." Sam said with a firm, angry expression. Casey groaned and moved closer.
"Can't we just forget that? After all..." Casey said; he leaned forward to get close to Sam's ear. "I think your master has been loads more 'lovable' then you THINK he he's been,"
Sam's jaw clenched, looking edgewise to Casey. "What do y'mean??"
Casey sat, unloading the full roll of film from his camera. Sighing dramatically he continued. "I think you know what I mean. Believe me, I've got my own interests in mind as well..." Casey said, nodding up to where Zeke stood at the bench, getting a glass of Gatorade. Sam swallowed.
"A'right," he conceded. "I've been noticin' things too. Jes' yesterday I found 'em in the kitchen; that 'Zekiel lickin' strawberry jam offa me lovely master's finger,"
Casey fumed. "Well then... looks like we should keep an eye out- together,"
Sam looked to him, confused. "What d'ye mean?" he asked. Casey shrugged and smiled.
"Let's just say we can plan things out... perhaps catch them in the act,"
Sam looked unsure, scrunching his face up. "T'ain't me place to go sneakin', if ye get me meanin'."
"Sam... this is YOUR FRODO we're talking about here," Casey told him. Sam's face straightened.
"What'd ye have in mind?"