ok, let's pretend for a second here that it's still my bday and hence i'm entitled to some wishful thinking yeah?

1. ( pete wentz/john mayer )

mainly, i'm just surprised at how easily the pronouns came to me while i typed.
(stevie/lamps. always-been-a-girl!fic. wait, what?) (there's really no point to this, just an unfortunate side-effect of clocking in waaayy too many hours of bend it like beckham.)

( this is labelled whatamidoingtomybrain.doc on my hd. )

this is madness, madness!

( scenes from a football field, by xabier alonso olano & john arne semundseth riise. )

tennis. & russians.
not necessarily in that order, perhaps.

( dimarat: (not quite) a love story. )

and an epiphany.
(written for fbslashsanta.)

( in which steven learns to count the days, everybody is a matchmaker and carra develops an entirely unhealthy and inappropriate obsession with an inanimate object. )

Stevie/Lamps.
(death, I suppose.)

( oh well we all must live )

Summer days. John/Frank.
(in which Frank doesn't quite know what's going on. and neither do I.)

( This is how it ends. )

Stevie/Lamps. Stevie/Xabi (implied).
(sometimes you find comfort in all the unexpected places)

( It was times like these that he really hated Liverpool. )

Stevie/Xabi draft.
(may or may not be unrequited. I dunno, you decide.)

( Sometimes when he has nothing to occupy his mind with; on nights when Alex is out with her girlfriends; during five minute breaks in between trainings; that split second before diving in for the ball, Steve thinks about dying. )

...so somewhat a continuation of the Chelsea transference ficlet.

JT/Lamps/(Stevie ...sort of.)

( This is what happens when there's a half-naked Lamps dancing around with a sombrero in my head. )