nam mellitus erat, .002 middles.

[tyrannicides]

Title: Nam Mellitus Erat
Author: tyrannicides
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas, Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres, appearances from others.
Rating: NC-17 for language, sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, made up.
Summary: Iker is a stick-in-the-mud RA who is in his senior year and Cesc is a seventeen-year-old freshman who rooms with him.
Author's Notes: I apologize

Comments

[meretricula]

oh god. Professor Beckham. and Iker rediscovering his love for Classics. (which sort of makes me sad because I didn't have a Cesc and I turned in a thesis I hated and still kind of feel like a fraud for graduating the way I did but anyway that's not relevant right now, what is relevant is OMG CESC AND IKER LOVE LOVE LOVE.) and Sergio at the football match! and Pique is on the team, please tell me we will get Cesc and Leo and Pique being footballer dorks together at some point?

and, uh, that sex scene. DAMN GIRL. unf.

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As previously mentioned, I am projecting all the fuck over this fic. It's embarrassing. It's like OH ARE YOU TRYING TO CONVINCE YOURSELF OF SOMETHING. WE WEREN'T AWARE.

please tell me we will get Cesc and Leo and Pique being footballer dorks together at some point?

o girl u know it will be sew

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lolololol "write what you know" right? XDDD

okay TYPO WITCH-HUNT PART TWO BEGINS HERE:

actually not a typo, just a general observation: this is set in America, right? it's kind of hard to tell but it sounds like an American college, and there's a major time difference with Spain, so I assume it is. in which case I know it goes against the grain but they'd probably be calling is "soccer".

He's pauses chewing on his pen and then says "No," word garbled by the cap. just "he" not "he's"

But when they win, Iker sees him jumping off the bench and barreling down his teammates, pulling down them down into hugs like they'd just won the World Cup. wayyyy too many repetitions of the word "down" lol. if you like the first one I think it's fine though I would maybe use "into" instead? but the second one needs to be deleted and the third should stay.

Cesc isn't ripped-he's barely toned, really-but the muscles in his back bunch when he stretches and his stomach-tight and lean, the slightest 'v' dipping in his hips-Iker jolts when someone

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omg lol at the down sentence. goodness gracious.

You know, I looked up that basis shit. Apparently the plural of "basis" is "bases". I don't even know. I thought it should be plural to match Greece and Rome being plural, but I almost feel like you can stick the two together and make them singular, since they're such a--united duo in the context, you know. Graeco-Roman, etc. In any case, I changed it to "basis", which is what I wanted in the first place. It doesn't really sound wrong to my ear, but who knows.

Dear god, confidant v. confident. Brb seppuku.

DEAR GOD LAY AND LIE

SEPPUKU FOR REAL

...

AND ANOTHER SPEAKING VERB COMMA

GOODBYE WORLD

[meretricula]

haha, you know, I wondered if you meant bases as in the plural of basis there? because that is it, right, but it's impossible to tell in writing whether it's the plural of "base" or "basis" since they're so close in usage and the difference in pronunciation isn't there. if you want to keep it you could have Cesc call Iker on his bullshit use of over-correct Latinized plurals in everyday conversation and that would make it clear which one you meant. XD but yeah I think "basis" works just fine and is not a homograph for something just close enough in meaning to be really really confusing.

LOLing forever! oh man, if it makes you feel better, my favorite author apparently doesn't know the difference between "lie" and "lay" and I can't say anything, okay, she is so amazing at writing and I am not worthy, I am like a peasant before an empress or something, but every time I see it, I cringe.

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over-correct Latinized plurals

Oh. Story of my life. I mean, the paragraph I wrote up there, trying to talk myself through it. It's sick.

Man, the sad thing is, I thought: "Maybe I should look this up. Just to make sure." But I didn't. Hubris. It's one of those things where you beat yourself over the head with it so many times that you actually mix it up in fear of mixing it up. And now I must live with my shame.

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this is why my brothers are completely justified in making fun of my speech patterns. but hey if we've got the expensive education in a generally useless subject we might as well use it! (lol I totally tried to make them say "octopodes". yeah that went over well.)

have you ever read Johnny Got His Gun? freaky, freaky book. anyway I will never forget lie/lay because the narrator reviews an entire grammar lesson on commonly confused words in stream of consciousness as he attempts to distract himself from the fact that he no longer has limbs or sensory organs or any viable means of communication. ~shudder~

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Oh, octopodes. Thou lob of spirits.

Well I have never read this book but uh it sounds like I need to. You had me at "freaky, freaky".

[meretricula]

XD

idk if I would um recommend it to anyone who doesn't have to read it, since it's all stream of consciousness (like possibly on James Joyce levels) and it's really heavy-handed war protest literature. and gross. but I have a pretty low tolerance for both grossness and literary experimentation, so take that with a grain of salt, haha.

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Oh! Also! On the soccer vs. football thing.

You have no idea how I angsted over that. I kind of wanted it to be vague on where they were located, like, it could be anywhere--but yeah, I'm familiar with American institutions etc., so it is very American. But I was posting it to a community called "footballslash". And I call it football. I WAS AND AM SO TORN.

[meretricula]

hmm. idk, whichever way you end up going, just make a note or something at the beginning and then don't worry about it. we're suspending disbelief already. XD