[Football] Collection of Zlatan/Nesta crack
Only the last two are new. :D
The first two are responses to the MAKE UP FIC SUMMARIES meme that went around a while back. The rest are drabbles written in response to comments.
I wrote Like Drowning in Religions class while trying to hide away my textured paper from the prying eyes of my silly classmates. Methods of Counting during statistics ( Read more... )
The first two are responses to the MAKE UP FIC SUMMARIES meme that went around a while back. The rest are drabbles written in response to comments.
I wrote Like Drowning in Religions class while trying to hide away my textured paper from the prying eyes of my silly classmates. Methods of Counting during statistics ( Read more... )
and As he walks back to his car, Zlatan berates himself. You're an asshole. An egotistical, mortifying cad. If there is a god you will cease to exist in an automobile accident before that woman ever discovers what you are. It ends the minute his keys enter the ignition.
just, jkafsdjlksdjbrilliant. The density of the prose, the rapidity and razors of the their dialogue. I liked that I had to think to understand this, that I couldn't just run my eyes over the paragraphs and see a paint-by-numbers relationship; I liked that Zlatan is actually a bastard, that Nesta says no again and again and again and even means it but it doesn't change anything, because Zlatan is too aggressive, pushy, demanding to even understand that the word (the feeling) exists. or, no, he knows it exists but he just doesn't care, and that isn't healthy but Sandro will always answer. eventually.
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;_; That's such a big compliment and ILU for it. ♥
I'm kind of sparkling right now that you liked the automobile line because that one was one of my favourites. Like you mentioned he really is a bastard. He's awful and about 50% decent human being 50% self-invested bastard. Which I love about him (or at least my version of him.) And poor Nesta, this whole thing keeps moving closer and closer to the original line in the sand he's drawn (and re-drawn). It feels like he should just give in, but he can't and he won't because there's something holding him back from either and he can't explain it to himself. How he really does hate Zlatan and his incessant advances, but he somehow doesn't want them to stop because they're a part of their relationship now. And how secretly he will excuse himself from the dinner table to listen to all of the messages filling his inbox even though they all stupid things ending with message #50 where Zlatan, having exhausted himself just resolves himself to childish digs and tells Nesta he smells bad.
In my head, Zlatan sleeps with his phone under his pillow. :(
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