5 Drabbles, Various Pairings

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Title: 5 Drabbles for 100moods
Characters: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas; Steven Gerrard; Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol; Xavi/Andres Iniesta; Martin Kelly/Stewart Downing
Ratings: blanket rating PG-13
Prompts: Chipper, Determined, Ditzy, Grumpy, Touched
Words: 169/119/228/306/346 TOTAL: 1,168
A/N: Because I’m clearly disturbed with the need to enter challenges as of late, I’ve entered 100moods which is essentially fanfic100, only with moods. I claimed football, so hey, more fic for everyone! lol So…post one of the challenge with 5 drabbles. I hope you like them :-)


Prompt: Chipper
Title: Urges
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Rating: suggestive PG-13

Sometimes Iker gets these…urges. Sometimes they’re sexual and he has to take five minutes in the bathroom to relieve them or sometimes he just presses his hand against the bulge in his trousers and that helps. Sometimes he gets angry and wants to hit something, but those times are rare. He is not a violent man. Sometimes he has the urge to do something spontaneous, though this is very rare and he often ignores this urge.

And then sometimes he has the urge to hit Cesc in the face. Hard. With a cricket bat.

Constant giddiness, humming, so many damn bright smiles, and funny jokes just get annoying after a while. It isn’t fair that Iker’s put in the same room with him for call-ups over and over again. It’s madness! Nobody has any right to be that happy all the damn time.

That’s why Iker thinks he is completely justified in his actions when he pulls Cesc to the bed and, literally, puts a sock in his mouth.

Prompt: Determined
Title: Back
Character: Steven Gerrard
Rating: G

It had been much, much too long since he had been in Anfield’s dressing room preparing for a match. The smell of laundry soap of the clean kit shirts smelled delicious to him, and the excitement in the air held a distinctive smell that was matched by none other. The match wasn’t against a huge team, there was no super rivalry like there would’ve been with United or Everton or somebody, but it didn’t matter.

Steven was back and that was all that mattered, really. The lads smiled at him and welcomed him with smacks on the back and a one-armed hug or two. Steven rolled the armband up onto his bicep and grinned.

He was ready to play.

Prompt: Ditzy
Title: OH!
Pairing: Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol
Rating: PG

It isn’t a good habit to have, especially not for a defender on a great team such as Barça, but, nevertheless, Gerard manages to be completely oblivious sometimes. Sometimes he walks into doors without opening them—blaming that on the fact they were clear glass doors, even though Carles knows they were not. Sometimes he misses the punchline of a joke, especially when Pep makes one and they require a bit of thought. Sometimes he doesn’t understand Carles’ moods and why he wants to do things a certain way. And, sometimes, Gerard can just be a complete insensitive bastard, without even noticing he’s done anything wrong.

“Why do you look so upset?” He asks and Carles grunts a reply.

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Well, gosh Geri, it could be because I’ve been injured for so long I’ll probably never get back to playing and I miss the team, I miss you, I miss being able to run for longer than ten minutes without feeling winded. I miss the blaugrana and I miss my armband of all things, and I miss my sheep.”

“Oh. Well I’m right here and,” Gerard moved onto the bed, careful of Carles’ injury, and produced a stuffed animal, “here’s a sheep.”

Carles couldn’t find it within himself to be angry any longer, not when Gerard was so completely wonderful and stupid at the same time.

Prompt: Grumpy
Title: What Andres Knows
Pairing: Xavi/Andres
Rating: PG-13, language & suggestion
Dedication: For dumbledude as per always when I write these two

There are times when Andres knows better than to upset Xavi further—like after a loss to anyone, especially Real Madrid, or when he has an injury or is benched. Andres doesn’t like Xavi when he’s upset, he never has, but he keeps this to himself. He knows its normal to be a bit upset when your lover isn’t happy.

That’s the way he is now, Andres notes as he watches Xavi across the pitch, kicking balls harder than necessary. He knows that Pep has told him he’ll be benched for the next match because they want to rest him. It’s common sense, and very practical, Andres thinks rationally. He knows that deep down Xavi knows that too. But Xavi was made to run, made to be as fluid and as controlling in the middle of midfield as possible. He wasn’t meant to sit on the bench and watch.

Andres waits until they are alone in the showers, he takes longer on purpose and Xavi takes longer to wash away the frustration. He moves closer once the last of the others is gone, Carles of all people, and he wraps his arms around Xavi’s waist and kisses the back of his neck. He hears his lover sigh and then a half-second later, he is holding Xavi close as the water moves over both of them.

“Can we go home now?” Andres asks after several moments of just standing underneath the water.

“Yeah, I bet you’re hungry and want to rest.” Xavi says reaching over to turn the water off.

“Actually, I just want you to fuck me. I love it when you’re grumpy and you’re rough.”

Xavi looks over, surprised lift of eyebrow. Andres just smiles sweetly and lets the happiness bubble over when Xavi grabs his arm and drags him back to the dressing rooms.

Prompt: Touched
Title: Obvious
Pairings: Martin Kelly/Stewart Downing; Steven Gerrard, Pepe Reina, Jamie Carragher
Rating: PG

Stewart isn’t there long before Martin realizes that there’s something between them. He can’t quite name it yet, because he doesn’t remember ever feeling this way before, but he knows that something is there. It’s exactly why he tries to be friendly, but not overly so to make himself obvious. Their newest signing is nice and friendly towards everyone and that’s why Martin’s motives aren’t immediately noticeable.

However, he does give himself away sometimes.

Martin looks at Stewart a lot, more than what is friendly or appropriate. Stewart catches him sometimes and becomes self-conscious more often than he doesn’t, thinking he has something on his face, or his shirt is rumpled. Martin thinks this is cute, that the older man worries about what he looks like, and that’s why he smiles when Stewart looks up as if he was asking ‘what? Why are you staring at me this way?’ Martin doesn’t care that Stewart probably thinks his mental. They are still friends and that’s good enough for now.

He isn’t caught staring when Stewart sits next to him for a break during a training session. In fact, Martin hasn’t really been paying him any attention that day because he’s been focusing on the drills. He does notice, how could he not?, when Stewart nudges him as he sits.

“So you like me then, eh?”

The question takes Martin off guard so badly that he chokes on the water he’d been drinking. “What?”

“Apparently, Jamie and Pepe and the Captain all have a bet on how long it takes for me to realize. Jamie won cause he told me, that’s what they are currently arguing about—” Stewart points over to where Pepe and Steven are shouting at Jamie, “about whether or not it was cheating.”

Martin shifts awkwardly and doesn’t reply. His mind turns, searching desperately for any excuse to provide. But Stewart turns his head and makes him look into his eyes.

“I’m honored, lad. I fancy you too.”

Martin really hopes he doesn’t look like a moron when he gives Stewart a toothy grin.