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Fanfiction: Time Lapse
Title: lapse
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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 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.
Title: lapse
Author:
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
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: kessel_ksl
Beta: Thank 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.
#
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.
Title: Unter'm mistletoe
Author:
kessel_ksl Beta: Thank
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.
#
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.
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