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PLEASE REPOST PROMPT AND IN A REPLY, A LINK TO PREVIOUS PARTS AND THEN CONTINUE ON. thank you.

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse; through the emergency-exit glass. 1/4

(prompt: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/390.html?thread=138630 I KNOW IT'S AN OLD PROMPT GAFASDAS couldn't help myself.)

Justin didn’t know who Andrew Garfield or Jesse Eisenberg even *were* before this movie. He met them at the first reading, and they didn’t seem to know anyone else, either. There was Jesse, who fell over his own words, fidgeted with his sleeves and stuttured like there was no tomorrow. Honestly. Justin felt as though he’d just stepped into a live-action version of ‘The King’s Speech.’ and then there was Andrew, who cracked odd jokes, had a rather charming smile and seemed to have no boundaries when it came to touching. They’d known each other for a day, and he was sitting right next to Jesse at the reading, their shoulders were pressed flush against one another, and Justin should have known something wasn’t quite right there.

Jesse drove Andrew to the set each morning. Justin always saw them arrive, he brought it up to Armie as the two made their way down to the coffee stand, and the both of them snickered over their latte’s, because they honestly couldn’t imagine Jesse and Andrew in any situation that wasn’t immensely awkward and filled to the brim with stutters and goofy laughter.

He didn’t quite realize how wrong he was until his character was finally introduced to set. Whenever the camera wasn’t rolling, Jesse seemed to gravitate to Andrew, and Andrew’s hand always seemed to find purchase somewhere on Jesse’s body, (his shoulder, his arm, even his hip) and Justin just watched them through narrowed eyes until Aaron thrust the script under his nose and asked if he knew the scene by heart yet. He’d pretend to be reading, but his gaze settled on Jesse and Andrew again, talking and laughing in their little corner of the set, Aaron reached Jesse’s side, and said something to him. Andrew was still looking at Jesse, and his hazel eyes darted down to the other man’s lips as he licked them in earnest, nodding to whatever Aaron had said.

That was Justin’s second clue.



Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse; through the emergency-exit glass. 2/4

Then, they were shooting the nightclub scene, and Andrew wasn’t on film, but he was close by. It was late, just past midnight, and apparently, Justin wasn’t the only one who was spent. Jesse was sitting on the overstuffed leather sofa with Andrew, he was asleep - his head resting on Andrew’s shoulder, and those brown curls of his seemed to be unwinding at last. Andrew looked content, too. Tugging at the hem of Jesse’s oversized gray hoodie.

Admittedly, Justin’s third clue.

Then there were the interviews. The fucking interviews that Justin absolutely hated. Unscripted had grinded his nerves down to a pulp, as soon as Andrew said; “Right, I’m going to go off script here for a second.” he might as well have just stood up and walked away. He pretended he wasn’t listening, pretended to be distracted by something behind the camera, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. He tuned back in when he heard Andrew say “there was just something about your face…” he frowned slightly, none of his male friends had ever said anything like that to him… and Jesse’s use of the words; “Fallen in love with me - off camera!” had hindered his interest even more.

They weren’t clues anymore. Justin knew something was going on between his cast members.

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Trouble is a Lonesome Town

(Anonymous)
Prompt is here: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/1522.html?thread=3381490#t3381490

"Sean wants Mark. But Mark is with Eduardo and happy with Eduardo. During the dilution fiasco, Sean offers Mark a deal. He'll let Eduardo have 15% of shares if Mark sleeps with him. Mark, wanting to keep Eduardo close, agrees. When Eduardo finds out Mark cheated on him, he leaves and Sean finally has Mark all to himself. Eventually Eduardo discovers the truth and comes back to save Mark Non con, h/c please.

TL;DR Sean tricks Mark into sleeping with him. Eduardo sees them together and leaves. He comes back after learning the truth and saves Mark from creeper/abuser Sean."

Staking a spot here, while I work on the next installment.

Re: Trouble is a Lonesome Town

(Anonymous)
has this been filled? if not, are you actually working on it?

Re: Trouble is a Lonesome Town - evilyn_1007, 2011-07-06 12:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Trouble is a Lonesome Town (11b/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-12-02 10:42 am (UTC)(Expand)

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse - AU Notting Hill

(Anonymous)
Prompt here: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/1522.html?thread=3409394#t3409394

I re-watched the movie not long ago and OMG I want to read smth like that with Andrew and Jesse.
Jesse is a young single man working in a bookshop and living with his cats. He is draged from dinner to dinner by his two bestfriends Emma and Joe so he'll meet someone.
Andrew is an american 'super star'.
It's not obliged to be in Nothing Hill at London, can be in America and else, and it does not has to be the exact copy of the movie. It's the r/s star/commoner that I want in here.

Bonus Point if Jesse has a daughter.

[second fill] i don't want you to save me [previous parts]

(Anonymous)
part 1a: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/1522.html?thread=6079474#t6079474
and here 1b (and part 4): http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/1522.html?thread=6079730#t6079730

part 2: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/1522.html?thread=6508530#t6508530

part 3: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/1522.html?thread=8230898#t8230898

Because, sorry, I obviously don't know how to post in order ;_;

[second fill] i don't want you to save me 5a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-15 02:12 pm (UTC)(Expand)
[second fill] i don't want you to save me 5b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-15 02:13 pm (UTC)(Expand)
[second fill] i don't want you to save me 6a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-15 02:16 pm (UTC)(Expand)
[second fill] i don't want you to save me 6b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-15 02:17 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: [second fill] i don't want you to save me 6b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-06-28 04:54 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [second fill] i don't want you to save me 6b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-06-29 09:23 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Mark Spy AU

So after he signed the non-disclosure agreement Eduardo fell off the face of the earth. A clever, bilingual, wealthy, and very handsome young man. Known yet anonymous, cut off from all personal ties, lost without a sense of purpose. A man with little regard for his life.

In short, prize pickings for the CIA. Eduardo gets recruited in Singapore and becomes an spy. He thrives.

Until it emerges that the target of the grand-scale terrorist plot his team has been tracking is, of course, Facebook itself. And worse still, the terrorists have a mole on the inside.

So now Eduardo Saverin, Super Secret Agent Man must go undercover as Eduardo Saverin, Shareholder Scorned.

All this time he'd managed to convince himself he left the hurt of what happened in the past, but the second he sees Mark again the lie he built his new life on starts to crumble.

Aaaaaaaand GO!!!

You Only Live Twice (Unless You're Facebook. Then You Live Forever)

Parts 1 - 36 here (scroll down).

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im dyingggg

Errant coment fill - I'm dying. 1/~3

(Anonymous)
What do I do with the free afternoon I want to use to write a bit of TSN? Work on my WIP? Or one of the dozen other fics I was going to write? Mh, decisions deci - ooh, look, an errant comment! Typed in a rush, saved for a read-through to check for hints of salvageability, and declared good for posting 8 hours later without even looking at it (hello typos and embarrassing mistakes). I blame a friend's birthday and the tequila. Mostly the tequila. I can't be held responsible for this.

"I'm dying."

He's stating a fact. He's not panicking, just maybe a bit surprised.

There are people around him, hands on him, trying to pull him up and push him down (can't they make up their mind), and there's this pressure on his chest, this weight, and a man is kneeling down next to him and presses down (which is stupid, Mark is having trouble breathing already as it is).

The ground is cold against his back, rough. Or maybe it's just Mark who's cold, and the ground is fine. He's cold all over, with a hot heavy fire burning in his chest.

The man is wearing a white dress shirt, no jacket, and part of Mark's brain thinks that it's probably his balled-up jacket that he's pressing to the weight, to the fire, to the, the. Hole.

Another man, upset, trying to walk up to Mark. People are easily upset; Mark didn't bother to pay attention to some stranger yelling abuse at him, he's used to it and the man didn't look like he'd try to beat Mark up with lawyers flocking around Mark like sharks smelling blood.

Blood. Suit jackets can't be very good at this. A hoodie would probably work much better. More absorbent.

And Mark had had enough accusations for one day (week, month, enough to last a lifetime, and isn't that ironic) and just walked on.

Familiar faces he can't place and hands holding and patting and voices talking at him (as if that could do any good) but not to him, with him, and he tries again,

"I'm dying."

And then something at hit him on (in) the chest, and the world must have turned because suddenly Mark was staring up at it (must have fallen), and something sat on him heavily and he couldn't breathe (in and out, hissing and coppery in his mouth) and he was cold and there was a little fountain bubbling merrily and rhythmically and red and pressure and platitudes he can't hear and doesn't care about.

He doesn't even know who that man was.

"I'm dying."

He is, and no one is listening to him, can they even hear him, maybe there isn't enough breath left in his body to speak, but he knows he is, no one is listening to him, they all babble nonsensically how he's going to be okay and alright and the ambulance is almost there, and Mark feels like the calmest person around. He'd just like someone to listen to him and acknowledge that, yes, he is dying.

"You're not."

He is.

"You're not dying."

A touch to his face, warm, the only warmth he can feel aside from the heat in his chest, and that's enough to make him look up, screw his eyes up, and see someone finally talking with him, and he's so relieved at that he almost forgets it's to contradict him (he knows, if anyone should know it's Mark, he's the one lying there).

"Wardo."

And Mark is so relieved because Wardo will listen to him, Wardo will talk with him, Wardo'll agree that Mark is dying, because Wardo always listens to Mark, Wardo's the only one who listens, who sees.

"You're not dying. You are not dying Mark, do you hear me?"

And he remembers, Wardo doesn't listen, not anymore, didn't listen, and now Wardo disagrees when Mark says the sky is blue, now all Wardo does is disagree, all they do is fight anymore, across tables and with accusations of who started it, like children in a sandbox, and maybe Mark had gone too far, but he didn't start it, and he'll die before he gives in.

And.

Oh.

Mark is dying.

"Wardo."

"No, no, you're not, you'll be fine, you'll be fine, Mark, I won't let you, you're not, not here, not like, like, not with us –"

"Wardo."

Re: Errant coment fill - I'm dying. 2/~3 - (Anonymous), 2011-07-31 01:03 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Eduardo/Mark, Groundhog Day AU

Groundhog day fic, where both of them are stuck in the time loop, preferably post-movie, and have to work together to fix it.

If I could take it all back then I would (but I won't)

part 1- 11 just scroll down a bit

If I could take it all back then I would (but I won't) 13a/?

AN: I'm trying very hard to get to the point where Mark's motives become clear

By the time Eduardo hits the interstate the rain is so heavy that he can't see anymore than five feet ahead of him, despite the speed of his windshield wipers. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel and his teeth ache from clenching them so hard. He thinks he hears them crack, but it's only the sound of hail smacking the windshield. The sound makes him flinch and jerk his foot on the brake. The car lurches before Eduardo rights it and returns his foot to the gas.

Eduardo slowly applies more pressure to the pedal, accelerating into the blindness, feeling careless in a way that he has taught himself not to be. Because, somewhere in coming to the realization that the universe is contriving to drive him, in the form of high waters, back to Mark and keep him there, Eduardo found his reckless streak.

When he finally turns off the road it is too fast and too sudden of a stop. He isn't wearing a seat belt like it is in an act of rebellion. He's almost disappointed when he barely gets whiplash and the car doesn't flip. Wanting to feel something beyond his rage, Eduardo slaps a hand down on the dashboard. Pain vibrates up his arm and still Eduardo clenches his teeth harder.

The rain roars outside the window and lightening flashes in the sky.

Eduardo hopes that some unlucky bastard isn't out on the road in this.

He isn't even halfway to San Francisco.

Eduardo slaps the dashboard again. His heart aches and his limbs feel out of place. It's as if he is a ball of rage and not even running until he collapses sounds cathartic, he slaps the dashboard wishing that the plastic could feel it. He is so angry that he wants to hurt the car, wants it to cry in pain. He wants it to be obliterated beneath his touch.

On the passenger seat his phone is buzzing with in-coming calls. There were already fifteen new text messages on the phone by the time Eduardo had gotten out of the neighborhood. Dustin has called at least twice already but Eduardo is done caring. Mark can take his site and his coding and his emotionally-stunted brain and shove them up his ass, as far as Eduardo is concerned. Eduardo wants to wash his hands of it.

Except, tomorrow is going to start all over again and he has absolutely no choice.

“Fuck!” Eduardo screams, throwing himself back in the seat and stomping at the floor. His clothes are too tight and in his mind's eye Eduardo is watching Mark across the deposition table shrugging. Shrugging and murmuring a mocking 'oops' to Eduardo's disbelief.
Eduardo is too angry to look beyond how much he hates Mark's face to think about why he's so upset.

When he cools down enough that his punching and slapping of the car's interior changes to shaking, Eduardo thinks that, all this hate is because once again he had thought Mark was offering him everything. And Eduardo was fooled again. He can't touch and he can't have, they aren't even friends. And Eduardo is angry again because there are tears burning his eyes and he feels so stupid for forgetting it was all just an (awful) attempt at a truce.

Eduardo clambers into the back of the car as he starts to cry. He curls in on himself in between stray pieces of Sean's clothing, back pressed to the door and his neck being chilled by the window. Holding tight to his knees Eduardo begs for the rain to end.

--

When he wakes up, neck stiff and sprawled over the backseat, it is still raining.

Eduardo looks out at it as he rubs the dry sticky lines of tears from his cheeks. He feels bone tired and his joints are stiff from the position he has been in. The choice, Eduardo thinks as he stares out at the veil of falling water, is either to turn around and go back or to go forward. There be monsters, Eduardo thinks in regards to both directions. He tucks his hands beneath his arms and mulls on that for a moment before letting his mind go blissfully blank.

Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-01 06:03 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-01 08:24 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-01 05:12 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-05 08:47 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-21 12:09 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-29 12:03 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-02 07:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: If I could take it all back 16e/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-05 09:05 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Notes & Warnings - salvadore_hart, 2011-08-01 04:40 am (UTC)(Expand)
Author Note/Response - salvadore_hart, 2011-10-18 09:22 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: If I could take it all back then I would 19a/? - (Anonymous), 2012-01-23 01:15 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: If I could take it all back 21b/22 - (Anonymous), 2012-03-17 12:05 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - xbriyeon, 2012-03-18 01:57 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Mark (Trigger Warning) Eating Disorder

"Only teenage girls get eating disorders."
"So what do you have?"
"An over concerned Wardo."
Orginal prompt here: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/1522.html?thread=2250226#t2250226

FILL: An Over Concerned Wardo 1/?

Also posted on my livejournal here: http://larface.livejournal.com/1763.html?view=1507#t1507
Mark's eyes had glazed over hours ago. His eyes weren't seeing any longer. The code was in his head and his long fingers flew over keys trying to keep up with the speed at which he thought. About fifty lines before a casual glance towards the window had shown the sky to now be a dark blue. The sun would be up in less than an hour. The clock in the corner of the screen told him it was 5:17.
Suddenly Mark's view of his keyboard was obscured by pack of Redvines dropping in front of him.

Mark's hand was lifted off of his mouse and a bottle of water was placed in his hand. Mark followed the line of Wardo's arm up to look into his face. Wardo's mouth was set with a concerned frown. "I was afraid you'd still be awake. I'm about to go for a run." he said. "There is a muffin on the coffee table. Eat it. And then go to sleep. Your mother will be angry with me if you die of starvation and sleep deprivation."

Wardo glanced down at his watch. "Shit. I've gotta go if I'm going to have time to shower before my meeting with the other officers of Investor's club. I'll be back after my 8 o'clock class. If you're not asleep then I'll lock you in my room without any computers. See you later."

Mark smiled as he watched Eduardo walk out of the room. He was wearing his morning running gear, a sports tank top and mesh shorts with runner's leggings underneath he carried with him a bright orange sweatshirt. Mark marveled at his friend's ability to be so awake and motivated before sunrise.

Yawning, Mark opened the locked bottom drawer of his desk. Inside was the box his printer came in. Mark opened it and placed the bag at the bottom of a pile of packaged food. A 100 calorie pack of cookies was opened. Mark grabbed two wafer thin cookies and let them melt on his tongue. Before he had the chance to eat anything more, he closed the box and relocked the drawer.

He plucked the muffin Wardo had left for him off the table and had a small bite. He swallowed reluctantly and then took a much larger bite. It tasted good, it reminded Mark of the carrot cake his mother used to make for birthdays. This time Mark grabbed a napkin. He spat out the half chewed food into it and deposited the whole thing into his trash can.
There. Thought Mark. That should be enough for Wardo. He placed the remaining half of the muffin on his bedside table so it would look like he intended to finish it later. After brushing his teeth and downing the water bottle Wardo brought him, Mark sat down on his bed.

He could go back to his laptop. He had sat down at his computer on Friday night. He had gotten up several times to drink with Chris and Dustin or to give his eyes a rest when Wardo he complained. Today was...mark wasn't entirely sure what day today was. Mark was fairly certain he hadn't slept in at least 3 days. He flopped down on his bed. Wardo was probably right. He did need some rest.

Re: FILL: An Over Concerned Wardo 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-26 05:20 am (UTC)(Expand)
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