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Leaving

2014-04-02T18:26:08Z

Title: Leaving
Rating: PG
Pairing: Schweinski (Basti/Lukas)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, as if I did footballers would be able to play with their tops off haha Dreamyness ;D
Summary: What if it was Bastian that left Lukas?
Note: This set back when Lukas was still playing in Germany but can be whenever really.This has got to be the longest fic that I have written ever. Please comment, it is the highlight of my day when you do :)x

Lukas walks into his home, which he shares with Bastian, with the biggest smile he could master. It had been days since the pair had seen each other due to Bastian being away at a training camp to regain his fitness after he broke his ankle. Bastian had been due home a couple of hours earlier and nothing could make Lukas’ smile falter at the thought of his boyfriend waiting for him.

Quickly dropping his bag and taking off his jacket, Lukas ran from room to room trying to discover where Bastian was. His smile reduced in size when he could not spot the Bavarian anywhere, it hurt Lukas to think that Bastian was not waiting for him but he was still so happy that Bastian was back that he just took it in his stride and headed to the kitchen.

Deciding that he would have to wait a bit longer, Lukas busied himself in making a meal for the pair to celebrate Bastian’s return to Munich.

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It took another few hours before Lukas heard the door open. Putting his gigantic smile back in place he struggled to stop himself from running towards the door. Edging around the kitchen doorway, Lukas took a deep breath before he looked up at the figure in the hallway.

“Oh” Lukas mumbled disappointment clear in his voice as stood in front of him was not Bastian Schweinsteiger but their National teammate Michael Ballack.

“Hey Poldi, I didn’t mean to barge in here. I just wanted to see how you were doing” Michael said with a hint of sadness.

“Its okay Micha, I just thought you were Basti.” Lukas replied, returning his smile to his lips and giving a welcoming hug to the man in front of him like they have always done.

“He hasn’t been here yet?” Michael asked confusion ever dent in his voice as he let Lukas pull out of the hug.

Lukas looked at Michael studying him trying to figure out what had caused Micha’s confusion. “No he hasn’t, why? Do you know where he is?”

Michael was in two minds about what to say to the youngster, wanting like he had for years to protect him “Yes I know where he is.”

“Well where is he then? Was there some complication with his recovery?” Even as the words left his mouth Lukas thought it odd as Bastian would have called and told him if that the case, so when he Michael just shook his head, he didn’t know whether to be relieved or more confused. “Is he planning a surprise or something then?” Lukas asked getting his hopes up but yet again having them dashed with the shake of Michael’s head. “Has he gone out with some of the Bayern lads?” only to be greeted with yet another shake of the head. “So where then?”

“He’s at my place.” But before Lukas could interrupt he continued. “It’s over Poldi, he’s not coming back”

“W.. What?” Lukas looked shocked, not understanding what Michael was saying.

Michael pulled the youngster into another hug, and held him close. “He came over this morning saying that he needed a place to crash and didn’t know where else to turn. I thought you two had fallen out or something, that’s why I came over to see how you were holding up but I didn’t realise that he had not even seen you. I’m so sorry for having to tell you all this” He finished wrapping his arms tighter around his team mate, and letting Lukas bury his head into his chest.

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It took a while before Lukas pulled out of Michael’s arms, wiping his hand across his eyes to get rid of the last of the tears he didn’t want Michael to see. “I’m sorry Micha, I didn’t mean to use you as a human pillow” Lukas said as he noticed the wet patch on Michael’s shirt.

“Its Okay, I would have been more worried about you if you weren’t upset about this. Are you going to talk to Basti?”

Lukas sighed knowing what Micha was going to ask sooner rather than later, he walked into the kitchen where the meal he had made earlier for himself and Basti. “I don’t think so, if he wants to talk then he knows where to find me but if he’s going to leave without even saying anything to me then I’m not going to make the effort with him.” Lukas picked up the plates that held the starter and dumped them in the bin, followed by the plates with the main course and dessert, Michael just stood and watched from the doorway.

“You don’t have to throw all that away.” Michael commented as he waited patiently on the break out of emotion he knew Lukas would show eventually.

“Well Bastian’s not going to eat it so what use is it?” Lukas replied as he made his way to the bedroom with Michael following after him.

Opening the wardrobe door, Lukas pulled out a travel bag before started to yank out all of Bastian’s belongings and throwing them in the bag.
Michael just watched on knowing that Lukas would be too stubborn to listen to anything he had to say. It wasn’t until Lukas zipped up the bag and threw it at him that Michael felt it time to intervene. Putting the bag down on the floor, Michael tried to reach out to Lukas put the Polish born striker pulled away.

“Give that to him when you go home, I doubt he’ll come here to pick it up himself.”

“Why don’t you come with me? To talk to him and figure out what the hell is going on” Micha was trying desperately to get Lukas to try and do anything but give up on his relationship with Bastian. It was obvious to see just how much the two young German stars loved each other, a love that not many managed to feel in their lifetimes, and Michael wasn’t about to let the two of them give up without a word.

Lukas just looked at Micha like he had lost him mind. “If I thought he would talk to me I would have called him but it won’t make a difference. Why should I bother when he isn’t considerate enough to say that it’s over.”

“Lukas”

“No Micha, don’t try and defend him”

“Lukas I’m not”

“Yes you are, you’ve always tried to make sure that me and him are still laughing together but this time nothing you say is gonna make a difference.”

“Lukas just listen to me”

“No! Not unless you stop talking about Bastian. If you can’t do that then I think you should leave”

“Lukas …” Micha tried again but Lukas just ignored him and pointed at the door. Sighing in defeat, Micha took the hint and headed towards the door “I’ll leave but I’m still going to make sure you two talk about whatever is that’s happened” And with that he left.

Lukas watched as the door shut closed before letting the tears fall freely from his eyes. Once he was sure Micha wasn’t coming back, Lukas locked the front door before headed to one of the Kitchen cupboards where he pulled out a bottle of vodka.

Settling himself on the sofa he opened the bottle and started gulping down the stuff as he hoped so desperately that he could think of anything but the pain Bastian had caused him. He drunk more and more, letting the tears fall until he let the blackness of unconsciousness take him.

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In the days after, Lukas had been swimming in and out of consciousness, spending his days either drinking and ignoring people calling and knocking on his door, or staring into darkness. Bastian leaving had taking more of a toll on him than he was willing to let anyone see. The only contact he had made being a phone call to his club saying he was too sick to make it to training, a small blessing that it was still just pre-season training.

Michael had come by every day shouting through the door when Lukas didn’t answer, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the fallen youngster, only to be left disappointed every time. Word had spread around the team about Bastian no longer living with Lukas, so a few of his teammates had been by but after receiving no answer they turned away with the promise of coming back later. But the one person Lukas wanted to see didn’t make an appearance and was not even mentioned by any of his visitors.

The apartment was a mess, cans and bottles of alcohol littering the living room, with many other things smashed up on the floor. The pitfall of staying in being that he kept spotting items of Bastian’s that he had missed when gathering up his stuff to give to Michael, many of the items having been thrown at the wall and smashing upon impact. Photos of the pair lie torn on the floor, scrunching under his feet every time Lukas gets up to grab the next bottle of alcohol.

Lukas had started to crave seeing Bastian again but every time Lukas made it in front of a mirror to see the state of himself, he refused to seek out the man that had always been his go to guy in his time of need, only to be causing just as much pain as he had stopped many times in the past. He wouldn’t make first contact even if it meant he became just a shadow of himself.

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It was a week and a half after Michael had last talked to Lukas, that he decided drastic action was needed. He had been messaging many of the national teammates and Lukas’ teammate to see if he had talked to anyone, but all of the said the same thing “No he didn’t answer the door”.

Bastian had been sleeping in his guest room, he was acting like his normal self almost like nothing was happening, but the moment Lukas’ name was mention, he would get up and leave the room, not wanting anyone to see just how badly he felt for doing all this to his now ex.
Bastian started doing light training at Bayern and everyday Micha gave him a lift home, but this time they started heading out in a different direction causing Bastian to reach a level of confusion before he realised that they were driving towards the apartment he shared with Lukas.

“He hasn’t spoken to anyone days, you told me that you spoke to him before you turned up at my door the other week but you didn’t did you”

“I.. I wanted to but when I reached the front door, I just couldn’t face seeing his hurt” Bastian put his head in his hands knowing that was a poor excuse for what he had caused.

“So you thought he would find it easier being told him 5 year relationship was over from someone else who couldn’t even give him a reason for the break up?”

“I know what I did was harsh on him, I wanted to give him a few days before I faced him but I was a coward, I still am.”

“Basti I know you were scared of how he would react but you needed to have done it face to face. I can’t promise that talking to him will be easy but he’s in pain and you have to try because he doesn’t want to be around anyone and you have been the one he always turns to when he hurts, except this time he hasn’t even got you so I don’t know how he is coping if he is coping.”

Micha pulled up outside the apartment and waited for Bastian to get out, before he drove away making sure that Bastian had no way of getting to his place without having spoken to Lukas first.

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Bastian watched Michael drive away, stopping in front of the door, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock. He felt weird knocking on his own front door but his key was packed away in one of his bags back at Michaels.

After a few minutes of no answer, Bastian knocked again. “Lukas you in there” He shouted hoping that his voice wouldn’t scare Lukas away. It took a while but finally Bastian heard movement inside the house and slowly the front door started to open revealing a scruffy looking Lukas, Bastian’s heart dropped at the sight.

“What do you want?” Lukas’ voice was gruff with non-use.

“Can I come in?”

“It’s still your house even if you don’t live here” Lukas stated as he walked away from the door leaving Bastian to let himself in.
Bastian walked through the door and couldn’t help but notice the state of the house it was a complete mess, with bottles everywhere. Lukas had settled himself back onto the sofa, making sure to lay out across the whole thing so there was no space for Bastian to sit next to him. Picking up the bottle he had been drinking before being disturbed, he tried to take a sip only to find the bottle pulled out of his hand and Bastian perching on the very edge of the sofa next to Lukas’ legs.

“Why are you doing this to yourself Lukas?”

“Now you care about me? If you did you would have come here sooner” Lukas tried reaching for his bottle again but Bastian held it further out of reach.

“I’m sorry Lukas, truly I am. I never wanted you to cease contact with everyone and drink yourself into a stupor

”So what did you want? For me to pretend that everything is just perfect? To just pretend that you haven’t ripped by heart to shreds?”

“I wanted to say it in person but I knew if I saw you that I wouldn’t be able to, that smile of yours has always talked me into agreeing with you.”

“So what you’re saying is that we were only together because I smiled at you? That you didn’t want to be together for the past FIVE YEARS? That you only agreed cause you couldn’t say no? Did you only say you loved me because you felt you had no choice?”

“No Lukas,that is not what I meant. I always loved you and I still do but …”

But Lukas interrupted him before he could continue “So why did you leave me then? I don’t know what hurts worst the fact that you got Micha to tell me you had left me or that I still don’t know why you left me.”

“If you didn’t let me finish” Lukas just gave him a pointed glare “I did a lot of thinking while I was away, when I heard you were moving clubs I remembered how hard it was last time you moved clubs and I thought it would be easier on both of us if we went back to being friends until you were settled and then if you wanted we could pick up where we left off.”

Lukas was in shock from this latest revelation “Wait WHAT? You thought I was leaving? I’m not going anywhere Basti and I if I was I would have told you about it. Where did you get the idea that I was leaving from?”

“It was all over the news, they made it seem like a done deal that you were moving to London.”

“I’m not going anywhere, not London and not to any other club in Germany. Arsenal have enquired into my status but I turned them down saying that I wanted at least another year in the Bundesliga before I thought about my future.”

“So you’re definitely not leaving?” Bastian looked hopeful at the news and even dared to let a smile grace his lips.

“No I’m not. So you’re telling me you’ve put me through hell for no reason except for meaningless transfer gossip? What do you take me for Basti? I’ve always told you about my transfer offers so that we together could decide whats best for us” Lukas face showed nothing but betrayal as he waited for Bastian to justify it all.

Bastian reached out with his hand to touch Lukas’ chin, the striker tried to flinch away but Bastian wouldn’t give up. He held Lukas’ chin firm and leaned forward so that their foreheads were rested against each other. Bastian closed his eyes and wished that he had rung up Lukas before he made the decision to let him go.

“I know that I screwed up everything that we worked so hard to make and I know that I can never take that back, but do you think that there is any hope for us to return to what we had, I understand that it wouldn’t be an easy route but I want to do everything I can to make it up to you.”

“Basti”

“Please Lukas, I don’t think I can walk away after all of this trouble I have caused you but I don’t want to make this any worse beforehand.”

“Basti, you’ve hurt me so much recently but I still love you but if we do this you can’t just stay because you feel guilty , it has to be because you want to make it up”

“I do want to make it up Lukas, I love you so so much and I will do whatever it takes to make this right. I promise you that I will never again hurt you, never ever”

Lukas took a deep breath before he wrapped his arms around Bastian’s shoulders and turned his head to rest in the crook of Bastian’s neck. He felt Bastian wraps his arms around Lukas waist, pulling him against his body.

“Okay Basti, We can start again”

Train Ride

2013-09-17T00:04:44Z

Title: The Train Ride
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fabsillas (Cesc/Iker)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, as if I did Fabsillas would be embraced by all haha (that includes you airgid_chead )
Summary: Cesc is on his way to his first El Clasico, and meets an intriguing figure on his journey
Note: Writing this while I can stay happy that Arsenal were top of the league for at least 48 hours!! (Long time no see XD), And we have our Captain Back *does a little dance for Vermaelen* , Now from one Arsenal Captain to another! Enjoy and comments would be loved no matter what they say! :)x

Running down the platform of the train Station in Barcelona, Cesc narrowly managed to slide onto his train, before the doors slammed shut behind him. He had been so excited at the thought of going to his first El Clasico on his own, that he had forgotten to set his alarm clock the night before and that resulted in him over sleeping and racing to make it on time for the train that would take him into Madrid.

Cesc let out a small sigh of relief before he started walking down the aisle to find his designated seat. He had nearly reached the end of the coach when he found what he was looking for, but paused for a second before sitting down in his chair. Cesc found him self sat on one side of a booth that would fit up to four people, only one other chair was occupied so far and that belonged to a man opposite of him and who was gazing out of the window he was lent against.

It was easy to admit that at from the side of the other mans face, he was quite good looking. He looked in his late 20s, with dark hair and the beginnings of a beard forming. Cesc relaxed in the thought of at least having some eye candy to cast sneaky glances at during the journey. He reached into his pockets and started typing out a few tweets, as the figure before him carried on looking out the window as if not even noticing Cesc's presence.

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It wasn't until the ticket lady came round asking for tickets, that the guy turned away from the window giving Cesc a smile before handing his ticket over to the woman who returned his ticket quickly and took Cesc's before moving onto the next set of passengers. Cesc expected the guy to turn back to staring out the window but instead he remained facing Cesc, so Cesc could clearly see his face only to find himself looking down to conceal a blush at how dazzling the man looked.

Seeing the hint of a blush the man let out a small chuckle, before running his tongue over his bottom lip and parted his lips to begin speaking " Not even 15 minutes into the train ride and you're already blushing, this should be a good journey"

"I'm not blushing" Cesc countered defensively as his head shot up to stare back at the man, not realising that his blush was still visible on his cheeks.

"That's not what your face is saying" he chuckled back, as Cesc groaned buried his head on top of his hands that were crossed on the table. "Aww don't be embarrassed it happens to us all" Cesc felt the guy poke him in the shoulder a few times before he let out his own sigh.

Silence settled on the two of them for a few minutes before Cesc grew confident enough to raise his head. To his surprise, the stranger had mirrored his position and was smiling right as Cesc. He fought the urge to bury his head again and instead just rested his chin on his arms.

"So do you have a name to go with the cute little blush?" the guy enquired and smiled as Cesc's checks turned a darker shade of pink.

Cesc carried on staring at the guy, debating his head what to tell the man but deciding that he was probably never going to see him again it couldn't hurt after all it would make the journey less boring. "Francesc but everyone calls me Cesc"

"Iker" the guy returned still focusing his attention on Cesc, even when his phone buzzed on the table next to his arms.

"What kind of name is Iker?" Cesc countered trying to figure out whether Iker was having him on or not.

"What kind of name is Francesc?" Iker replied with fake disgust when he said said Cesc's name before letting out yet another chuckle, before quickly checking his phone and locking it again. "So what brings you on a train to Madrid?"

"What is this 20 questions or something? Figure it out for yourself" Cesc stated, still clearly intrigued by Iker.

Iker twisted his head slightly to the side as he looked over Cesc taking in every detail to narrow down his options, before resting his head back down on his arms and looking back into Cesc's eyes. "You're not in smart ish clothes, so you aren't coming to Madrid for work. You had a few other tickets stashed with your train ticket, so your going to see something while your there. You got on the train in Barcelona, and have there's an El Clasico on in Madrid, so I think your going to watch it. Culé by any chance?"

Cesc was shocked to say the least, his mouth hang slightly a gape and he spluttered a bit as he tried to form words. "H.. How did you do that? Is that your superpower or something, figuring out where people are going."

"Nah it just kind of made more sense that we're heading to the same place than going somewhere else" Iker replied matter-of-fact-ly, flashing Cesc yet another genuine smile.

"So your going to the match as well. It's the first time I'm going to watch a match outside of Barca and what better match to see that El Clasico. I'll just follow you then 'cause I don't have a clue where I'm heading and will probably get lost on my way there and spend the whole time the match is going on and then miss the whole thing. I have a real habit of getting lost and for rambling on about things. But one question are you a Culé or a Madridista? Cesc's clear distaste for the word shining through as he struggled to get the words out.

"Sorry to disappoint then" Iker sat back in his seat and started to unzip his jacket to real the start of a Real Madrid Goalkeepers jersey before hastily covering it back up and relaxing back on his arms once again.

"Knew it was too good to be true" Cesc muttered. "Though you are the only Madridista that I will ever talk to"

"I feel honoured" Iker joked "And you are the only Culé that I will ever think about after this conversation"

"Well you're the only Madridista that I will ever think is not bad looking"

"Well you're the only Culé that I will ever enjoy seeing the way he looks at me"

"Well you're the only Madridista that i would ever see again"

"Well you're the only Culé that I would forget you are one, just so I could see you again" Iker reached out one of his hands and brushed his fingertips across Cesc's arm, smiling when Cesc didn't flinch away only relaxed into the touch.

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The two of them remained sitting in silence, hands joined together for the rest of the journey and were only brought back to reality by the announcement that they were now entering Madrid Station. Iker fell back into his seat and pulled out his phone, typing a quick message before turning back to Cesc.

Once the train came to a stop, Iker rose from his seat and stood in the aisle with his hand outstretched to give Cesc a hand getting up as well. Cesc took the hand without thinking and was pulled up so fast, he slightly lost his balance and found himself against Iker's chest.

Cesc blushed heavily as he pulled himself away from Iker "I'm so sorry"

"Don't be sorry" Iker just ran a finger over the part of Cesc's cheek where the blush was the darkest, before he leaned forward and lightly kissed the skin where his finger had previously been, before pulling back and placing his arm around Cesc's shoulders and leading him off the train.

"Do you do that to all the random guys you meet on the train?" Cesc joked, happy that he didn't have to worry about making the first move and getting rejected.

"Only the ones that are extremely good looking and Culés but there are not many of them around" The pair burst into laughter and Cesc placed his arm around Iker's waist, not wanting this to end.

"You do know that you did it all wrong, right?"

Iker stopped in his tracks and turned to Cesc, raising a questioning eyebrow as he tried to figure out what Cesc was implying. "What?"

"You did it all wrong, here let me show you how its done" Cesc didn't know where his confidence came from but he reached his hands up into Iker's hair and leaned up, kissing Iker full on the lips. He felt Iker respond eagerly to his touches, placing one hand on Cesc's cheek and with his free arm wrapped it around Cesc's waist, pulling the younger man closer to his body.

After a few minutes both pulled away from each other, glancing into the others eyes while matching smiles made their way onto their lips. Iker wrapped his arm back around Cesc' shoulder and they slowly continued walking on their way out of the station. Upon walking out the doors, Cesc looked up to see the giant outline of the Bernabéu just a few streets away. The streets were lined with masses of people all headed in the same direction, shouts were erupting everywhere, flares lit up the sky and the smell of fast food lingered in the air from all the vendors at the sides of the road.

Iker leaned his lips against Cesc's ear "Still think you'd be able to get lost in this?" shouting to make sure that his voice could be heard over everything else "Its quite something isn't it"

"Yeah it is."

"Come on, I have to meet a friend outside the stadium so we have to hurry I'm afraid." Iker swiftly started directing his way through the crowds,pulling Cesc along with him.

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Upon reaching the Stadium, Cesc was absolutely gob smacked at everything around him. It was so different to watching matches in Barcelona, the El Clasico crowds were so much bigger than any match he'd ever been too and the atmosphere was so much more intense than anything he'd ever been a part of.

"Pass me your ticket, so I can help you find where you are." Iker held out his hand expectantly as Cesc dug through his pockets to pull out his ticket before placing it in Iker's outstretched hand. Iker glanced over it for a second before handing it back to Cesc. "Come on your over this way" Iker smiled towards Cesc before they carried on walking again.

"You don't have to walk me around any more, besides I thought you had to meet your friend?"

"I do but he's either off flirting with someone or not even here yet so. And I'm not letting you go that easily, not when I haven't even got your number yet." Iker smirked as he pressed a kiss to Cesc's temple.

"And what if I don't give you my number?" Cesc challenged

"Then I'm not letting you go until I either have it or you have mine."

Before Cesc could formulate an answer, they were interrupted by a guy running up them, shouting Iker's name over and over again. The guy came to stand still in front of them, showing off one of the toothiest grins that Cesc had ever seen, before he felt Iker's arm drop from his shoulder and saw him engulfed in a hug from the stranger.

"Cesc this is Sergio, Sergio meet Cesc" Sergio looked over Cesc, with a blank expression before breaking out his massive grin again and eloping Cesc into a bone crushing hug.

"Its good to see you've found my replacement already but at least he's good looking this time" Cesc looked to his feet to hide yet another blush.

"He's not going to replace you as my best mate, 'sides we only met earlier and I'm helping him find his way" Iker replied poking his tongue out in Sergio's direction and resting an arm around Cesc's waist.

"You two look very comfy to say you only met today, what was it this time love at first sight? Didn't think you did cliches" Sergio chuckled.

"Something like that"

"Well at least he's a Madridista, so that would explain your fast work"

"I'm not a Madridista" Cesc interrupted as he heard Sergio gasp in shock.

"A culé, seriously Iker? Well I can't say I'm surprised in you Iker, you always did have weird tastes but if he makes you happy then I guess I can overlook which team he supports." Sergio turned to face Cesc, who looked slightly scared of the man "I may never accept that you are a Cul but I will overlook it for Iker's sake and if he's happy with that fact then I will overlook it for him but don't think I won't pounce on you repeatedly for it"

Cesc just looked up at Iker to find him smiling at him "Thats Sergio's way of saying that he wants to be your friend. And anyway here we are, your seat awaits, before I let you go pass me your phone." Reluctantly Cesc gave him the phone and watched as he typed away, only to hand it back a minute later. "Call me when you're out of the stadium after the match and I'll come meet you, we'll go somewhere for drinks later to serve as commiserations after your team lose" Iker joked.

"My teams not gonna lose, but if your paying then I might just be tempted to ring" Cesc joked as he turned to make his way inside only to be pulled back by a hand around his wrist.

He twisted and found himself face to face with Iker, who leaned down and kissed him like they had at the train station. Cesc smiled as they pulled away and he knew that whatever the result he would make sure that he rang Iker as soon as he got the chance.

Shaking

2013-08-11T01:43:04Z

Title: Shaking
Rating: PG
Pairing: The Schweinski
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, as if i did the whole of Arsenal would love me haha
Summary: "Poldi, why are you shaking?"
Note: This my first fic on here, so comments would be loved so much !!! :)x

Bastian made his way across the training pitch, ambling along in an attempt to let his best friend Lukas catch up with him before he reached the hotel changing rooms. All of his teammates had passed by him before he reached the double doors and still Lukas hadn't managed to catch up with him. Turning around, Bastian noticed that Lukas was extremely slowly making his way towards him. He had his head down staring blankly at the grass beneath him, his hands were curled up in fists by his side and his feet were barely leaving the ground with ever step he took. But there was something else about the way Lukas looked that caught Bastian's eye, was he... no he can't be, is Poldi shaking? Bastian realised the closer that Lukas got to him that lukas was in fact shaking and violently shaking at that. Bastian moved so that he was stood in front of the double doors so Lukas had no way of getting past him without talking to him.

Lukas came to a stop in front of Bastian but didn't make an effort to get Bastian out of the way, let alone lift his head up to even look at Bastian. He just stood there waiting to be able to walk inside and get changed. Bastian remained rooted to the spot and a little in shock that his best friend couldn't even look up at him. They stood like that for a few minutes before Bastian reached out to Lukas gripping hold of his chin and forcing his head up in an attempt to get Lukas to look at him.

"Hey" Bastian tried as he looked into Lukas' eyes before Lukas looked down at the ground.

"Hey" He mumbled in reply.

"Poldi, why are you shaking?" Lukas looked up in shock at his best friend, he had hoped that Bastian wouldn't notice. No one else had noticed a thing but Bastian always picked up on the little things that Lukas did.

Bastian could see Lukas trying to make an effort to put a stop to his shaking but gave up after a few seconds, leaving Bastian to wonder just how badly his friend was doing.

"I'm not shaking" Lukas challenged, shocking Bastian even more as he had only ever known his best friend to be laid back, up for a laugh and never letting anything get him down, And this was certainly out of character.

"Poldi I'm not blind I can see you shaking, Whats wrong?" Basti tried again releasing his grip on Lukas' neck to place his hand upon Lukas' shoulders instead.

"Nothing's wrong"

"Lukas don't lie to me, I know somethings wrong so just tell me. I want to help but I can't if you won't talk to me"

"Just leave it" And with that Lukas pushed Bastian's arm off his shoulders and out of his way so he could enter the changing rooms and disappear before any one could ask anymore questions.

Bastian didn't make any attempt to stop him, just hoping that someone else would pick up on Lukas' behaviour and question him, until it came out about what was bothering the younger striker.

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But to Bastain's dismay no one else noticed anything and Lukas remained avoiding socialising with the rest of the National team. Lukas had already left the changing room by the time Bastian had finished in the showers, and Lukas had then avoided showing his face at dinner while Bastian was in there.

However when Bastian made his way into the common room, he spotted Lukas curled up on one of the armchairs in front of the television, clearly shaking and ignoring Micha who was crouching in front of the chair trying to get Lukas to talk to him. Bastian placed himself against one of the walls, watching the exchange until Micha appeared to give up on his futile attempts and stood up before making his way over to the Bavarian.

"Whats wrong with Poldi?" Micha demanded in his best commanding voice. But all Bastian could manage was a shake of his head and a shrug of the shoulders. "Surely you know something?"

Bastian let out a sign before answering "I don't know he won't talk to me", It hurt to acknowledge the fact that his friendship with Lukas was being tested and nothing was going to change that unless Lukas decides to open up to him.

"Have you tried?"

"Of course I did, but if he doesn't want to talk then he won't talk. Poldi's as stubborn as it gets, so unless he has a change of heart and wants to talk, hes going to remain in that chair shaking reguardless of anyones attempts"

"I know, I'm just worried about him"

"You're not the only one Micha, but it's Poldi he'll be back to his usual self before you know it like nothings happened" Bastian wasn't sure whether he was trying to reassure Micha or himself.

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Bastian had been laid in bed for a while, trying to sleep but finding that he couldn't stop worring about his best friend instead, when he heard a light knock on the door, although before he could question as to who would be knocking at this time of night, the door opened and a half naked Lukas tentatively stepped into the room.

"Lukas what are you doing here?" Basti asked as he grew yet more concerned and confused towards Lukas.

"Couldn't sleep" Lukas whispered as he walked closer to Bastian's bed before pulling up the covers and sliding into the bed next to the midfielder.

"So you thought you'd just come and keep me awake" Basti asked as he wrapped his arms around the striker and pulling him closer to him, in attempt to help get Lukas comfortable enough to get a bit of sleep. Noticing how Lukas' shaking toned down as soon as he was wrapped in his arms.

"No, you always say that i'm more than welcome to sleep here with you. Thought it might help me sleep" Lukas yawned as he snuggled into Bastian's chest.

"Your always welcome, just thought you didn't want to be around me"

"I always want to be around you"

"So why have you been ignoring me?"

Lukas sighed deeply "I've been ignoring everyone"

"But why?" Bastian moved one of his arms to start stroking down Lukas' back in an attempt to get him to open up more.

"Scared" Lukas mumbled quietly.

"whats scared you?" Bastian was once again left shocked by his team mate.

"Bad dream"

"What about?"

Lukas remained quiet for a while and Bastian thought he wasn't going to answer "You", He could feel Lukas start to shake again but he just pulled the striker closer to him.

"What happened?"

Lukas pulled his head off Bastian's chest and turned so they could look each other fully in the eye. "You got injured after i tackled you, and you blamed me for it and you said it was the end of Schweinski. And I got scared that it might happen in training, I'm sorry"

Bastian kissed the top of Lukas forehead before speaking again "Nothing and I mean nothing is going to end what we have. I'm always gonna be here for you." This seemed to have an effect on Lukas as his shaking stopped and a first genuine smile of the day appeared on his face, and it return Bastian pulled Lukas down and planted a kiss on his lips, causing a small giggle to escape from the Pole's lips. "See you don't have to worry about your dreams, you've got me forever and even if you did tackle me to the ground i'd just make you look after me in return."

Lukas let out another laugh before settling back against Bastian's chest, letting out another yawn "No way am I ever looking after you, your meant to take care of me since I'm the younger one"

"Fine I'll take care of you but only if you go to sleep right now, otherwise you can take care of me for the rest of the year, Deal?"

"Deal" Lukas tried to mumble as he finally let sleep take over him, and soon after Bastian found himself lulled to sleep by the steady breathing coming from the body laid half on top of him.

Welcome Post!!

2013-08-10T22:42:20Z

I've been on Livejournal for a couple of months now and have yet to post anything what so ever! But I do have plans to change that sometime soon as i do have plans to write some fics and post them as soon as they are written, so fingers crossed they will appear for you to read within the next couple of weeks!

But before I get on to writing anything here's a little about me ....

- I'm a foorball girl
- I'm an Arsenal supporter til the day I die (but I do like to watch Bayern Munich and Madrid)
- I'm also a big Lukas Podolski fan (he's just too fitt to not love ;) )
- I mainly ship Schweinski, Fabsillas and FabioXCris but i do like other football pairings (so expect football fics)
- i'm normally quite shy but when am able to type on a computer i'm like a different person
- I like to express myself online because most of my firends hate football and aren't into the same things as i am, so it's kind of like escaping to a place where i can be myself
- Music is how i survive when there is no football
- i have a tumblr account http://mega-randomer.tumblr.com/ (I try and keep it up to date but sometime i do forget to go online)

Erm i don't know what else there is to say but if you want to ask anything about me I am more than willing to answer questions

And i just hope this is the start of something good

:)x