First things first, Cesc? Joaquin? Please, please, please release your hold on my life so I can return to normal and, you know, stop ignoring my cell phone and the people I supposedly call friends. I do actually enjoy having a social life. Anyway, I requested prompts from my beloved flist, and they supplied. I started about ten fics -- which is ( Read more... )

I needed a break from the two other fics I'm currently working on -- as much as the idea of Cesc as a woman is consuming my brain -- so I wrote this little thing. It came out quick so it's probably not the best, maybe a bit disjointed. I didn't take the time to comb it over obsessively for spelling and grammar errors so if they're there, my bad. ( Read more... )

Uh, I would try and explain this, but I'm pretty sure it's unexplainable. I was originally going to write Cesc/Xabi, but when it came to write the first sentence with names. Well. This is what came out. I'm surely some kind of deviant.

a better fuck (than any boy you'll ever meet)
cesc/raúl, one night in spain. (adult, 2,236 words.)

( then think of what you did, and how i hope to god he was worth it )

Ever since that damned transfer window closed, I've wanted to write this fic. I'd planned it to span over those weird, uncertain weeks before Sheva left, when he kept saying he wasn't, but as much as I tried, I could never get into the right headspace to do that. So there's just this, a reaction piece, I guess. I still feel extremely ambivalent ( Read more... )

there will be more of these soon, i promise. work has been keeping me super busy but i've got a day off coming up soon and i'm going to knock out the rest of the prompts i've got, and maybe start on that big fic idea. who knows.

for windsor: ( five things steven really likes about xabi, but would never tell him. )