Thursday, January 27, 2011

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Gold D Eagle For Sale

Fanfiction: Time Lapse

Title: lapse
Author: [info] kessel_ksl
Fandom: football, Bayern Munich
characters : Mark van Bommel / Arjen Robben
Category: PG-13 slash
Warning: It is totally fluffy, with no drama
words: 1200
Disclaimer: I own still nothing. Except for a little feedback.
Content: A Year in the life of Mark and Arjen.
AN: With the help of imaginative imaging [info] vantra



July 2010

I'm on the field, the medal was awarded to us, keep clutching . We lost. Endgame the damn lost.

red-yellow confetti raining down on me. English phrases are called.

"Espana y nadie mas!"

over again. I want to hear it.

you come up to me, on your face is written the same grief. We hug, hold us. So different from the previous weeks. The euphoria of victory has subsided. "Let's go."

, you say softly and I nod.

Side by side we leave the field. I do not care if someone sees that I hold your hand.


August 2010

We are back in Munich. It's something like routine has returned. Training. Meeting. Games.

But you're hurt, can not play and nobody knows when you're healthy again. I often after training to you. So today.

You've been standing in the door when I get out of the car. On Having a crutch. Erwiderst my smile. Berna service is on the road with your children. Even though I really like, undisturbed hours are with you my dear. We talk

silent, then again for several minutes. Our hands on one another. My gaze falls, sometimes a bit too long on your face.


September 2010

You are annoyed that the press rumreitet constantly on your injury. The dispute between the club and the KNVB are tough enough.

else has helped it when we were jogging together in the English Garden. Now we are sitting on my Sofa's see movies.
middle of the night I wake up, we are asleep on the sofa. I get up, to cover up, stroke you on the cheek. You sleep soundly.

I throw a look into the children, before I go to bed put to Andra. She wakes up briefly, kiss me. Nevertheless, I have to think of you.


October 2010


You are at "Wetten dass." Of course I look at the show. The person who has put together your outfit should be punished. Even the Germany jersey a little later it is not really better. Nevertheless

You exude good humor, the jokes do with the Gottschalk.

After sending my phone rings, it's your turn. Excited, you speak into the phone had been changed constantly between Dutch and German. I laugh, agree with you, even if I only half understand.

You're cute when you're so on it. I would be happy with you would see your smile and free you from this horrible jersey.


November 2010

Since training is free to Tuesday, we rented this cottage spontaneously. Actually we wanted to ski, enjoy the holidays. Instead, we are snowed.

First we have erupted in panic, but the mountain rescue team picks us up tomorrow. Meanwhile, it is dark outside and I'm glad that we have enough firewood. The power failure.

We sit by the fire, each with a glass of wine and try the best of our situation to make. I think of movies that end in which such situations very clearly. As I read in your eyes the same thought, it makes my tingling down my spine.


December 2010

We went shopping together in the city, the last Christmas. Now we sit in a café in Gärtnerplatz. A tip of Basti.

stand before us two steaming cups of coffee, we talk and I notice how your eyes again and again to the gay couple at the next table walk. They go so naturally to each other, something that I envy. Hold hands, kiss, do not worry. In public. Unthinkable.

You sighed softly and it would seem as if you attaches to talk, but you will be interrupted by a waiter who recognized us and wants an autograph.


January 2011

We are in Qatar and you train again. Rejoice at your game is contagious. You seem like a different person. Hilarious, but still with the iron will be the best. Train harder and longer than any of us. I'll strip the evening often from the sidelines of society.

As always, we share a room with double bed in one night this time I happen to be awake when you do to me turn and wrap an arm around me. You lie so close behind me I feel your body heat, your breath on my neck. I enjoy the contact and bury my head deeper in the pillow.


February 2011

Is there a term kitsch day of the year? For weeks the whole city is full of red roses and baroque cherubs. Fortunately, this whole thing is over tomorrow. Andra and could have never really excited about this tradition. I am glad that I can spend this day no hassle.

call the evening, you believe in me, trying to persuade me to go eat with you. I resist it a little. The lucky couples shy away from me.

Ultimately, I agree with you, I can not resist you. What for?

"Then we have a date," you laugh into the phone.


March 2011

I'm sick. Terribly ill. Flu or something. For days I lay in bed, can hardly move and sleep most of the time. Restless fever dreams. I feel alternately hot and cold. I curse the person who infected me.

you came to visit me. Sitting beside me in bed stroking my face. Your hands move lower. I Dissolve under your touch. I seem to glow. Gasp hoarsely. Beg for more. You smiling sarcastically, sit astride me.

Bathed in sweat feverish and I shrink from sleep. What did I just dreamed? I try to drive the thought. Without success.


April 2011

The training today was exhausting. Van Gaal has really spared no one. I feel like I now only go to bed and slept the whole weekend. But somehow you manage to persuade me to ride with you in this pub. When we arrive

, is already there the rest of the team. Cheers congratulated me profusely. You've actually got a surprise party to keep secret. Suddenly I'm awake again.

We are celebrating, drunk. You dance with me. I feel how you react to me. Lay my hands on your hips and pull you to me. You gasp in surprise.


May 2011

The cheering is deafening. Will not stop at all. We are facing the South Stand, cheer for the fans. It is intoxicating. I'll miss it

. Very much. It was my last game. I even scored a goal, according to your template. You are standing next to me, we hold our hands. Tearing them again and again into the air.

Until you up from the series of triggers and embrace me. So tight that I have a bit of fear to suffocate. Your lips touch my neck. You say something and it feels like to kiss, as if you were me.

I have goose bumps.


June 2011

It is one of my last days in Munich and burning hot. We went to our lake. Outside of Munich in the middle of nowhere.

I lay dozing in the sun, when you come out of the lake. You bend up about me, water will drip from the nose. I blink, reciprocate your smile. It requires no words, as you kneel down beside me, you supported with one hand next to my head and kiss us.

pull you down to me. Your body is still quite cold from the water, but I have to assume that this will change quickly.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Nightmares Night Sweats

scene Stuttgart fan fiction "Unter'm Mistletoe"

Title: Unter'm mistletoe
Author: [info] kessel_ksl
Beta: Thank [info] jolly_rotten ! * Still glitter * did the hair
Fandom: scene Stuttgart
characters: Thorsten Lannert / Sebastian Bootz
Category: PG-13 slash
Warning: sugar!
words: 658
Disclaimer: I own still nothing. Except for a little feedback.
Content: mulled wine and mistletoe thus bring their own problems.

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The Christmas party of the team of MK Stuttgart on mulled wine was finished at the Stuttgart Christmas Market, after previously not been to the other Stands, had alcoholic drinks in the offer could go by. Even if Thor had not mitgetrunken at each round, after all he had to go so, in any case be an excuse, as if there were throughout the Stuttgart area suddenly no more taxis, he felt the effects of alcohol quite clearly .

Just as he was bringing his cup back to the counter, held him back Nika's sleeve.

"What?" He asked, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

She indicated, however, only up and then to Sebastian, which seems come up with the idea was to mop his cup and had a step made in Tony's direction. Followed now Nikas finger and he looked at a mistletoe, from which he bet that he previously did not go there. Tony's eyes went nervously to Sebastian, whose lips an uncertain smile played.

"You know well what that means!" Heard Thorsten Nika still laugh behind him, before his final spell in Sebastian was drawn. The whole evening had succeeded Thorsten Sebastian not unduly to stare, but now, this one look to him his good to intentionally forget.

second she looked into his eyes in silence, until Sebastian's soft, almost breathy, come on! "Thorsten ripped out of its torpor. He leaned forward carefully examined with a hand grip, it was in Sebastian's crumpled jacket, the material, as their lips touched briefly. Sebastian's lips were cold, Thorsten remarked, tasted a bit of mulled wine. Or was it pure wishful thinking? Yes, probably. Just as he imagined that Sebastian moved his lips lightly against his, as he broke away from him.

"Right?" Thorsten turned back to Nika and cleared his throat, trying not to sound too full of vim.

"Was it so bad?", She grinned and Thorsten could have sworn that she glanced at Sebastian conspiratorial.

"I do not kiss just as often as men!" Apologized Thorsten smiling and raising his hands. "But I'm so sorry, I must leave you now!"

He was glad to escape the situation to drive home after the weekend and at least be delivered on non-permanent presence on Sebastian. The way to his car led him through a nearly deserted street when he heard rapid footsteps behind him, he stayed out of habit, and looked around. Sebastian came running toward him.

"Sebastian, what is it?" Said Thorsten his colleagues breathless.

"We ... I ... I must ask you something!" Sebastian brought out at last. Thorsten nodded and waited for a response from Sebastian. But the silent and apparently it was the situation slowly unpleasant. Thor wanted to say something, but when Sebastian took the floor.

"Did you have any problem to kiss me? Or why you are so quickly gone? "Sebastian looked away and was apparently at one time the snow on his toe pretty interesting.

And Thor was pretty amazed there. With such a question he had not really expected. But before he could make it further thought, he could answer without ruining their friendship, Sebastian had said something. So quiet in his scarf mumbled that Thor had hardly understood.

"... I have no problem. "

This Thorsten had expected even less! After all, it was just something like a half-confession of love. He felt his mouth be dry and the complete inability to grasp a coherent idea, since all condensed into a slogan. 'Now or never'

Thorsten moved to Sebastian, and began to kiss him. Only slowly, but as Sebastian a hand buried in his hair and kiss impatiently replied that he let out a silent sound of surprise. They broke away from each other and Thorsten left breathless one hand on Sebastian's lie cheek.

"but I also do not ..." she whispered, Thorsten Sebastian's smile and guaranteed him that this kiss many more would follow.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Bonusuri Moneybookers 2010

Drawing: Mark van Bommel



Please excuse the crappy picture ... It really makes the drawing look odd ... * Needs a scanner *

I drew Mark van Bommel today and I'm really satisfied with the outcome. The reference-picture was one of the shots made for the GQ last year. Nice men in suits ... * Cough *
One hard thing to draw was his curly hair. I really love curls but, they're extremly hard to draw ... Sun exhausting. But I like everything about this drawing. His expression, the shadeing .. Took me about 3 hours in 2 days. With lots of different pencils. From 2H (for the shades on his shirt) to 7B (for the suit and parts of his hair) ..

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Tatort Berlin fan fiction: "Is it"

Title: "go"
Author: [info] kessel_ksl
Beta: [info] felinarian that manages to correct in record time.
Fandom: Tatort Berlin
characters: Felix Stark / Tim Knight
Category: PG-13 slash
Warning: powder and powdered sugar
words: 270
Disclaimer: I own still nothing. Except for a little feedback.
Content: Till goes with Felix and Sebastian sledding ...



#

Till do not remember exactly what made him decide to go ride together with Felix and Sebastian slide. The temperature there can not be definitely was. Now it freezes itself literally been an hour sounded from the rear, while Felix does not get tired, over and over again together with Sebastian tobogganing down the slope.

It also dawns already. And against a mulled wine he had now no objections. Not even an equally lonely mother of one of the other children got lost here. That has to a truly be kept secret ', this hill. Miss Courageous he stamped the snow set around them, so it does not freeze at least the toes. God Almighty! can, the two are not even tired or no longer want and deliver him?

Stone cold snow hits him in the neck and makes it whirl. Probably one of the children! brats! But he only sees Felix. Smiling, as the personification of innocence.

"Well, wait, you poison dwarf!" He shouts after him when he runs away from him, kicking up snow. Till is after him, reaching into the snow, forming a ball on the run from it.

kieksenden Felix is a sound, as Till it gets to put on his jacket and pulls in the snow. They roll over each other to stay breathless lie. Till about Felix. Hot breath and the second that they look too long in the eyes cause to leave till fall to the hand with the snowball. Instead, he presses the completely baffled Felix a kiss on half and half next to the lips.

be effusive, too short to really mean seriously. But in the gloom, he sees Felix smile.

"go."

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Military Dune Buggies For Sale

Drawing: Arjen Robben






It's Arjen Robben while the press conference in Qatar. I found the picture on tumblr and decided to draw him.

Took me about 2 hours (or more less... With little or longer breaks in between) and I'm almost satisfied. It's my first drawing for about 5 months and I'm happy, that I have saved some skills. I really like the shadeing, his left eye and his ear. But not so much his nose (I dunno why I failed...) and his mouth (okay, I ALWAYS fail at teeth, so...) And yeah... He has LOTS of hair :D I was kinda 'WHUT?' - Maybe he has no time to shave in Qatar XD But I like drawing hair and beards, so I don't mind.

Hope you like it :)

Thursday, January 6, 2011

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scene Hamburg fan fiction "Unlike planned,"


Titel: Anders als geplant
Autor:  [info] kessel_ksl  
Beta: The wonderful , lightning-fast [info] nessaniel
Fandom: scene Hamburg
characters: Cenk Batu / Uwe Kohnau
Category: PG-13 (pre- slash, if you look really hard)
Warning: It is sugary, even if it is Hamburg.
words: 303
Disclaimer: I own still nothing. Except for a little feedback.
Content: Cenk tries to ignore Christmas, but Uwe has other plans.


AN: The first of several Christmas-FFs. The title belongs to the same Rosenstolz song that I highly recommend.

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Cenk is on the sofa in his apartment zaps, listlessly through the television channels. Nothing as trivial Weihnachtsfröhlichkeit that annoy him slowly. His stomach growls. He gets up tired to eat something, even if he only appears as an annoying necessity. His apartment is illuminated only by the pale light of the TV and the empty aquarium. He has bought no new fish, but the pump is running anyway. The noise reassured him in some strange way. In the hall is still his bag with clothes from his last deployment. He has not yet been unpacked. It would only remind him of the bitter defeat he had to answer for. Somehow his cover was exposed and the access of the SEC was to say the least, embarrassing been. Even he could imagine anything better for Christmas.

With a look in the fridge, he notes that there are still no food. Who would want to buy even as he had not been here? Then he must have bread and fried eggs to make do and hope that he does not get food poisoning.

rings Suddenly it to Cenk door. Probably the old man out of the ground floor, which wants him as so often pointed out that he should empty his overflowing mail box. After all, it is impolite Sun

But when he opens the door, stands a red-cheeked Uwe before, wrapped in scarf and cap, and loaded with one of these mini decorated fir trees and a suspiciously full shopping bag. Uwe greets him with a laugh, probably speaks volumes Cenk expression. After all, he has not really expected that Uwe would be spending Christmas with him, instead of this woman, from whom he has told.

"What is it?" The harsh tone of voice but he can not resist it, even though it somehow glad that Uwe is there.

"Christmas, you ass."

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Film In Streaming Di Mario Salieri

Search Beta offer, Fanfiction

The title says so quite a lot.

As I write pretty productive right now, I need whom, of all times against reading fix.

I have on sale:

1x 1x crime scene Hamburg
Stuttgart


1x 1x Tatort Berlin
Football: Mark van Bommel / Arjen Robben

may come soon yet Munich and Munich, Saarbrücken and what crossover to the beloved football. But that still needs to mature a bit. And I have a crazy idea to crack crime scene meets 'sweetheart' have, but I do not think of any candidate partout. So if anyone has ideas for 3 blind dates, an emcee and volunteer has a Date, then bring it on.

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