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Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
post-movie, future setting: they're finally about to get together... (or established relationship if you want)...

when Mark finds out that about half his staff have crushes on Eduardo.

(I imagine Eduardo's visited him in the offices a lot by this point.)

cue: possessive!Mark and maybe Dustin and Chris are finding the whole situation hilarious because seriously how did Mark not realize everyone was swooning over Eduardo, it was so obvious, etc~

FILL: Do You Like Me, Yes/No? 1/2

On the fifth anniversary of the Facemash night, someone--Dustin, it was always Dustin, it was probably still Dustin--decided it would be hilarious to get one going in the Facebook headquarters using the staff's photos.

All in good fun! the website said, followed by what could only be described as an ominous smiley.

It wouldn't have bothered Mark--it's not as if he had ever deluded himself into thinking he would rate anywhere other than the bottom of the pile in this sort of beauty pageant--except for the one thing. The one thing was a fairly major thing and it bothered him immensely.

Eduardo was the top rated person by somewhere around six digits. There weren't even that many people working for Facebook...probably. It was hard to keep track.

Mark refreshed the screen. It had gone up by a hundred votes. In a matter of minutes.

He crossed his office and slammed the glass door behind him.

"OK," he said, crossing his arms, "How many of you have crushes on Eduardo Saverin?" He did his best to glower at the non-cubicle cubicles dotted around the office. His employees stared blankly back. "I will fire anyone who doesn't answer truthfully."

He sighed internally when the threat actually prompted people to raise their hands--he should be hiring people who know he couldn't possibly check something like whether they were being honest about having a crush on his--on his Eduardo.

He would have continued in his internal rant on the subject if he hadn't been completely bowled over by the fact that his entire staff was raising their hands.

"What--all of you?" he asked incredulously.

"That is a man who knows how to wear a suit," Dustin said dreamily. Mark glared at him.

"It's the eyes," said Mark's assistant, Maria. "They're like limpid pools of--"

"No! Definitely don't finish that thought!" Mark shouted. "And the rest of you! I am banning you from your crushes."

"You can't actually--" someone started to protest. Mark couldn't even work up the goodwill to be pleased that someone had finally put their thinking cap on. This was a question of his--his. His. Whatever. His Wardo.

"Silence!" Mark said, aware he was edging ever closer to Disney villain territory and not really minding. "There will be no discussion. And I will fire anyone who continues to have a crush on Ward--Eduardo Saverin."

"It's not like you can even tell--" someone else (or possibly the same person, the cubicles were blocking Mark's view of the dissenters) hazarded.

"I will. Fire. Anyone else. Who has a crush. On Eduardo." Mark spoke slowly and filled every pause with all the vitriol and fear-mongering he could.

His staff mostly shrugged, thoroughly un-petrified of his wroth.

"You threaten to fire everyone too much," Dustin said, appearing at his elbow.

"I always mean it," Mark said darkly.

Dustin patted his shoulder. "Wanna talk about it, buddy?"

Mark grimaced and went back into his office, closing the door in Dustin's face.

Back in their Harvard days, it had been a source of pride for Mark that Eduardo trailed after him like a forlorn baby deer. When other people had expressed interest, it had been the easiest thing in the world to pull Eduardo's attention away--as easy as crooking a finger, beckoning--and have him all to his own again. He hadn't questioned it--obviously--until he'd gone too far.

Then there had the awful knowledge that Mark could beckon and Eduardo wouldn't turn, wouldn't notice, wouldn't return. And Mark had been forced to re-think, to strategize, and--eventually--to make amends. And it turned out that Eduardo had still just been waiting for the right sign, for the crooked finger, to return. All Mark had needed to say was, "I'm sorry, man, let's just hang out and play video games and stuff again," and Eduardo was back.

Re: FILL: Do You Like Me, Yes/No? 3/3 - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 04:20 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: Do You Like Me, Yes/No? 3/3 - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 04:25 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: Do You Like Me, Yes/No? 3/3 - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 06:24 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: Do You Like Me, Yes/No? 2/3 - xbeax, 2011-03-26 03:53 am (UTC)(Expand)

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse

In his day to day life, we all know that Jesse is shy, quiet, a little insecure. In the bedroom, though, he's anything but. Andrew brings out the animal in him.

Have at it my dears.

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
According to the DVD commentary, during the Facemash/Facebook coding scenes Jesse apparently typed the same song lyrics over and over, but... what if after the 20th, 30th, 40th take he started typing his thoughts? And by thoughts I obviously mean his ~feelings for Andrew. Things like, every time you lean against me I almost forget my lines, or i like your hair in the mornings, or i might be falling in love with you. And what if Andrew noticed?

[Fill-ish]: Confessions 1.

Jesse stretches his fingers across the keys as if practicing for an athletic event. He pops his knuckles and rolls his neck and settles deeply into his thoughts. This time, the song lyrics of previous shots have been worn thin. He can no longer keep his thoughts from the page. His frantic typing begins with the take.

There are so many things I could say to you, Andrew, like how I think you're the type of person who I would have fallen in love with as a kid because you would have been the one to listen to me. You would have been the one stop the horrible comments of our thoughtless classmates. You would have been popular enough to defend me without being teased by the others for doing so, and I would have wanted so badly to hold your hand for that, in an innocent, unintentional way, I just would have wanted to reach out and grab your fingers and stay locked there, with you, until the fear passed, until everything stopped being so big and black and dark, until I could finally hold my head in front of a group of people and not want to break. I would have followed you anywhere, watching your hand, waiting for the moment I could take it without embarrassing you. You would have kept me from those shattering years of youth where I lost myself as I looked for a space between social groups where I would not get beaten or abused or completely ignored.

And, when I see you as an adult, I want to hold your hand the same way a younger version of me would have wanted it, because you understand me in some way that I'm not sure anybody else does. Not many people know how to listen the way you do. I might stutter and stumble and curse at myself because of it, but you don't nod your head with a vacant smile and wait for me to find my way through my brambles of thoughts. You actually sit and listen to me like even the silences and the pauses are worthwhile. I don't know people like that, Andrew. I know people that try but fail. And I know people with the best of intentions, but you seem to find my silences and gaps just as meaningful. You see into those breaths. In the space between what I mean to say and what I manage to say... you've wedged yourself there, and now every time I take a breath, every time I move my chest, I want you to listen, I feel you in my ribs.

I don't know people that are quite as handsome as you are, either. You're distracting. You're distracting even when I'm not close to you -- I think about the way your body is constructed in such a linear, angular way, and yet you're full of smooth curves, and how I'd love to feel the cotton of your shirts and the cotton of your skin and I want to document the topographic qualities of your knees and the space behind your ears and the moment above your ass where your skin dimples in two smooth depressions. I want to touch you until I don't know the difference between us. I want to fuck you until I can't imagine another moment in time, until the orgasms and black sleep blend together and we wake up in the morning, mingled like yarn.

Re: [Fill-ish]: Confessions 1. - brookeface93, 2011-03-28 04:19 pm (UTC)(Expand)
[Fill-ish]: Confessions 2. - fixedfoot, 2011-03-27 09:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 11:03 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: OP - fixedfoot, 2011-03-28 04:34 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill-ish]: Confessions 2. - leladancer18, 2011-03-29 01:41 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill-ish]: Confessions 2. - fixedfoot, 2011-03-29 05:02 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill-ish]: Confessions 2. - leladancer18, 2011-03-29 11:42 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill-ish]: Confessions 2. - (Anonymous), 2011-04-07 10:14 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - fixedfoot, 2011-03-27 09:08 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - leladancer18, 2011-03-29 02:00 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - fixedfoot, 2011-03-29 05:01 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - leladancer18, 2011-03-29 09:39 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - leladancer18, 2011-03-29 11:27 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - fixedfoot, 2011-03-29 11:39 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - leladancer18, 2011-03-30 12:39 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - leladancer18, 2011-03-30 08:12 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - fixedfoot, 2011-03-30 10:15 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - leladancer18, 2011-03-31 03:55 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse - leladancer18, 2011-04-07 01:36 am (UTC)(Expand)
fill: we'll stop the clock together [1/3] - (Anonymous), 2012-03-18 04:12 pm (UTC)(Expand)
fill: we'll stop the clock together [2/3] - (Anonymous), 2012-03-18 04:13 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: we'll stop the clock together [3/3] - (Anonymous), 2012-03-18 04:15 pm (UTC)(Expand)

[RPF] Gen or Andrew/Jesse ANTM AU

(Anonymous)
Sorry if this has already been requested, but could we get an America’s Next Top Model AU? Think about it: Justin reminding people that “it’s America’s Next Top Model, not America’s Next Best Friend,” Armie being told he relies too much on just being pretty, Nigel totally perving on Andrew at judging, Jesse being the awkward one that Tyra ‘discovered’ in a mall or something and he totally doesn’t get the whole fashion/model thing but he’s weirdly a natural, etc.

Re: [RPF] Gen or Andrew/Jesse ANTM AU

this would be amazing considering Tyra's lecherous thoughts toward Jesse


Re: [RPF] Gen or Andrew/Jesse ANTM AU - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:04 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Gen or Andrew/Jesse ANTM AU - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:46 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Gen or Andrew/Jesse ANTM AU - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 12:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [RPF] Gen or Andrew/Jesse ANTM AU - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
untitled antm au [pt 1/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:40 am (UTC)(Expand)
untitled antm au [pt 2/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:47 am (UTC)(Expand)
untitled antm au [pt 3/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:53 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: untitled antm au [pt 3/?] - leladancer18, 2011-03-25 06:01 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: untitled antm au [pt 3/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 06:20 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: untitled antm au [pt 3/?] - ilovemybaby, 2011-03-25 09:55 am (UTC)(Expand)
[Fill] And Then There Were Two (1/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 10:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
[Fill] And Then There Were Two (2/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 10:08 am (UTC)(Expand)
[Fill] And Then There Were Two (3/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 10:10 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill] And Then There Were Two (3/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 12:47 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill] And Then There Were Two (3/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 01:08 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill] And Then There Were Two (3/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 01:29 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill] And Then There Were Two (3/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 04:32 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [Fill] And Then There Were Two (3/3) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-30 12:30 am (UTC)(Expand)
walk like it's for sale (the rent is due tonight) [pt 5/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 09:32 pm (UTC)(Expand)
walk like it's for sale (the rent is due tonight) [pt 6/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-30 01:35 am (UTC)(Expand)

RPF, Andrew/Jesse or Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
GREASE AU, PLEASE, I NEED IT IN MY LIFE
Either Andrew/Jesse or Eduardo/Mark is fine, but can't you just picture Mark/Jesse coming to a new school after a LOVELY summer with Andrew/Wardo and being completely freaked out when it turns out that Andrew/Wardo is totally ~popular...
*BONUS IF YOU FEATURE DUSTIN/JOE AS FRENCHY!
**ALSO BONUS FOR DUSTIN/CHRIS

Eduardo/Mark, PDA in public

(Anonymous)
Established relationship. Five times someone catches them PDA-ing in public without knowing about their relationship.

Before I die I want to _ understand

Before I die I want to _ be okay with not understanding

This board killed me.

Eduardo/Mark, suicide and amnesia

(Anonymous)
Eduardo tried to kill himself after Mark betrayed him. He then waked up in a hospital but it was actually several years later and he was in hospital because of an accident. All memories between were gone.
Nobody ever knew about the suicide attempt. So when the doctor/nurse asked what's the last he remembers he answered about taking pills/slashing his wrist/whatever, and the cat's out of the bag.

Go with it anon


Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
The day Eduardo decides to finally forgive Mark and attempt to be friends (or more than) again







is the day Mark commits suicide.

FILL - Someday you’ll feel differently about this 1/3

WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. SUICIDE. IMPLIED MENTAL ILLNESS/DISTRESS.

“Wardo.”

He wants to say shut the fuck up don’t call me that, you’ve got some nerve calling me, you fucking asshole and he’s so, so angry. “Mark,” he says through gritted teeth.

Mark cuts to the chase. He always has. “Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Eduardo laughs. It’s ugly sounding. Mark hasn’t even said sorry. “No,” Eduardo says.

Mark lost the right to ask anything of him the day he made Eduardo sign his own death warrant.

Eduardo hangs up.

*

Eduardo will replay the moment in his mind.

“No,” he says viciously.

“No.” he says honestly.

NO.

He says no.

(In the moment between him saying no and him hanging up, he swears he can hear Mark breathing deeply like he’s trying not to cry.

He will remind himself Mark is not his problem anymore.)

*

It takes a lot of time for him to come to terms with it. A lot of therapy. He’s had a lot of anger inside him for so long that he didn’t even know.

Today, finally, five years on, he feels ready. He thinks he can let it go. When he looks back, he can see Mark, nineteen and nervous. Mark had so many things he wanted. He was right anyway in the end and Eduardo didn’t see. Eduardo was hurt and betrayed and all he had felt was anger.

Maybe he can’t forgive Mark today but he knows he can take the step towards it. Someday, he will. He feels differently about it now. He’s older too and he knows, these things pass. He knows that withholding forgiveness is stopping him from moving on. He, too, needs to know that he can be a better person.

He has never quite managed to forget Mark. How could he? The circles they run in are so small. He doesn’t usually say anything to him but he knows Mark is there. That Mark watched him sometimes, most of the time. He watched Mark too.

To him, Mark made a decision that was like pressing a delete key on their relationship. He erased their friendship. But now Eduardo wants to CTRL + Z that.

Eduardo has slid the bar on his phone so many times, he’s worried he might actually break it. He wipes it on the hem on his shirt. The number was easy to get a hold of, too easy.

This is the hardest part.

He calls and waits.

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” ~Lewis B. Smedes


REPOST LINK for wip spreadsheet - casey_sms, 2011-04-01 05:46 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

(Anonymous)
Mark slacks off in all his classes and usually doesn't even show up. Somehow, he still gets perfect grades. Eduardo wonders why until he finds out that Mark has been thoroughly fucking most, if not all, of his professors and even enjoys doing so. Eduardo confronts and yells at Mark for the immorality of it all, when really, he's mostly just insanely jealous.

Fill 1/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

(Hey guys. This is my first ever fill, first ever Mark/Eduardo piece, first ever anything...I really hope it meets your expectations. Here's a little preview of what's to come, let me know how you feel about it.)

He’s not here, Eduardo realizes with a sinking feeling. Or at least, not here yet…

But he has to confirm this, so he falls into the casual glance-around, and his eyes scan over the fifty or so heads in the room. He doesn’t glimpse that familiar nest of brown curls in front of him, so he resolves to look behind him, just incase he somehow didn’t notice his best friend sitting there inconspicuously, probably absorbed in a book or staring blankly at nothing in particular. He pretends to be stretching as he grabs the back of his seat and twists in his chair, back arching up slightly with the movement. There are a few students seated behind him – he vaguely recognizes the blonde girl, Stacy, sitting off to the left, texting on her cell phone, but can’t place the names on the rest of the faces. All he knows for certain is that none of these people are Mark, and that if Mark didn’t walk through the door within the next few minutes, then he’d be late for class. Eduardo suddenly draws the terrible conclusion that if Mark doesn’t show up at all, then this marks the seventh time he has skipped this class. He sighs heavily and trains his eyes on the door. He is aware that this is a pattern unlikely to be magically broken by wishful thinking but he maintains his sense of hope anyway.

Eduardo can’t focus on the lecture, and it’s as if his ears just refuse to register the words the professor speaks in his flat, monotonous voice. A random wave of nostalgia hits him, and he recalls the teacher from the classic Charlie Brown cartoons. He briefly notes with detached amusement that the pitches of both their voices are very comparable, and then returns to worrying about Mark, who still hasn’t arrived. It couldn’t have been less than half an hour, at least, since class began. He wearily checks his wristwatch, which corrects him, letting him know that a mere twenty minutes have passed. He knows he should be concentrating but education is of no crucial importance to him right now. Time drags heavily today…

OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-28 03:37 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-29 02:57 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-30 03:14 am (UTC)(Expand)

One-Sided Mark/Eduardo

So, this would probably work best pre-movie, but whenever is fine:

Mark is in love with Eduardo.

Eduardo isn't into guys.

I just want a painfully sad and awkward conversation between the two of them as Mark confesses that he's in love and then Eduardo has to let him down because he doesn't and can't reciprocate, and it's just sad all around.

Fill 1: With or Without You

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Eduardo reassures.

“I know.”

Mark replies as if he knew this already, like it’s an obvious fact. His statement should almost be one since as a person Eduardo is caring and maybe too entirely trustworthy. He constantly wears his heart on his expensive shirts and wants to make sure people are all right. Throughout their friendship, Eduardo tended to nurture him as if it was his role to take care of Mark.

“Then what’s up? What did you want to talk to me about?”

Mark wishes Eduardo would stop looking at him that way. He can sense the waves of strong empathy from Eduardo’s face; it is filled with no small amount of concern. Mark shouldn’t be surprised. Mark’s never personally asked to talk to Eduardo alone before. He’s making out what he has to say more serious than it really is. At first, he thought it was serious enough to warrant a chat alone. Now, Mark’s not too sure.

He’s so terrified that Mark has to have his hands dig deep inside his pockets, just to try to compose his betraying mass of limbs. They’re too shaky. He doesn’t want to give himself away. Well, that last part is not completely true. He wants to give something away, but the idea is alarming. Mark’s body should try to cooperate with him. Unfortunately, his body has other ideas. And oh god, he’s seriously blushing, it’s starting at his neck and the heat of the flush is making its way to his cheeks. This is really stupid.

If Mark thought Eduardo was concerned before, he currently looked downright worried now.

“Mark?”

They’re standing outside Kirkland house. The air is frigid and relentless. East side winters are usually notorious for extremely low temperatures and the threat of catching pneumonia is always in the air here.

Mark opens his mouth to say something, anything. He has to get the words out. This should be easier, but he’s beginning to sweat buckets in spite of the harsh weather and that’s not helping his case either.

Damn.

Mark finally raises his vision to Eduardo’s expectant eyes. He takes a shuddering breath and exhales unsteadily.

“I don’t really know how to tell you this. I, Wardo, we’re best friends, right?” Mark asks. Yet as soon as that’s flying out of Mark’s voice, he wants to strangle himself. Of course they are.

Mark can see Eduardo’s confused expression.

He nods, “Yeah, Mark. We are.”

“Then I should tell you that I love you.” There, he says it, three words that might crush his own ego, but he says it. He cannot not say them anymore.

Eduardo’s a little shocked, but eventually he smiles and says, “Mark, I love you too.”

Something in Mark practically, fucking leaps. Is this real?

He’s laughing good-naturedly. “I thought something was really wrong with you for a second there.” Here, Eduardo shakes his head, “I mean I’ve never seen you look so serious and intense or blushing and shaking that hard.”

Eduardo gives Mark another searching look. Somehow, his face manages to convey friendliness and familial care.

Mark’s chest drops, and belatedly he realizes the source of this: pain. No, no, no… Eduardo thought that he, thought the he just loved him like a really good friend, like a brother even.

Christ.

He sinks down on Kirkland’s closest wall, moving his lips back with his teeth, pursing them into a thin frown.

Eduardo’s grin slips. He joins Mark and places his hand on his right shoulder. Mark flinches.

“Hey, I thought everything was good. What’s wrong now?”

After a long moment, Mark turns to look at Eduardo meaningfully.

Eduardo gasps. He understands now.

“Mark, I’m so sorry. I don’t feel the same way. Mark. Please look at me.” Eduardo pleads his soul hurting for his best friend. He desperately wants to do something to make it better for Mark. He can’t stand this situation.

“Don’t. Leave me alone,” Mark coldly bites out.

He has to get out. He has leave to this place. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near Wardo right now. He can’t be next to him. It hurts. He hurts.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, OP. I tried my best.

Re: Fill 1: With or Without You - telm_393, 2011-03-30 02:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 1: With or Without You - telm_393, 2011-03-30 02:45 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 1: With or Without You - telm_393, 2011-03-30 02:58 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 1: With or Without You - telm_393, 2011-03-30 03:03 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-31 03:19 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Mark, psychiatrist!Eduardo, patient!Mark

(Anonymous)
Eduardo is the psychiatrist Mark's parents send him to, because they are worried about his social difficulties and the way he lashes out with words. Mark is young and willing, and Eduardo is all too happy to oblige.

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
I hope it wasn't requested before, but I just need a story about Andrew becoming a cat. He's just walking down the street one day and then suddenly he's tiny and fluffy and has paws. And then someone finds him and brings him to an animal shelter and then he's sent to Jesse because Jesse always needs more cats, right? But in the meantime Jesse is terrified because Andrew's desappeared and nobody can find him and - oh God, what if he's dead? And cat!Andrew can't do anything but worry about Jesse and lie on his lap and let him pet him.

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
You know what, I don't think there is nearly enough dog fic in this fandom! RL! Mark has even gotten himself a dog (http://www.facebook.com/beast.the.dog) (It has 80 000 fans, what even). So 5 year post-depositions, Mark goes on a huge pr-blunder which has everyone thinking he's the coldest person alive. So Chris forces him to buy a dog to soften up his image (and also give him some company), a big fluffy St. Bernard (http://cani-web.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/saint_bernard_1.jpg) or Newfoundland (http://www.puppypoopy.com/newfoundland1.jpg). Against all odds the dog and Mark strike up a bond, with the dog not taking any of Marks crap. Somewhere along the line the dog helps reunite Mark with Eduardo.

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
What if Eduardo had beat the shit out of Sean after he smashed the lap-top? Would he go to jail? Would Mark bail him out? Would Eduardo see how destructive he's relationship with Mark has become? Would they give each other time and space and grow up a bit more?

(I just really want Eduardo to beat up Sean)