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i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.

[RPF] Jesse/Anyone (Everyone?)

"The more movies I do the more guilty I feel and the more cats I feel the need to get to, you know, alleviate the guilt I feel from doing the movies. Then if a movie is, God forbid, popular, then I have to get even more cats."

Let's replace 'get cats' with 'give blowjobs', shall we?


"You invited me to your house today. I behaved.

But I swear, if you left me alone just for a minute, I'd start smelling all your furniture or some creepy ish like that."

(I got hooked on letterstocrushes. This is going to end badly.)


Someone should have given Dustin a manual for roommate conducts, and on the first page of the manual, it should read, in all caps and bold: “DO NOT DATE YOUR ROOMMATE!”

It was all fun and game, late night talks and Red Bulls, until it wasn’t anymore.

They had dated for eight months, and it had been, without a doubt, the best eight months of Dustin’s life, which made the break-up so much harder to handle. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t spend the first few days curled up in bed, weeping quietly like a man.

And now, they were in Chris’s room, helping Chris pack up for spring break. Dustin knew that Chris didn’t really need any help; he knew he was only trying to be nice and not make things awkward between them. Whether they liked it or not, they still had two more months of living together before summer was here.

Summer, when Dustin would go to California with Mark, and Chris would be half way across the world in France. Maybe it would be for the best.

Chris was in the bathroom, collecting his toiletries. Dustin was on the bed, rolling up the power cords that Chris would need. He finished with the phone charger, put it in Chris’s carry-on, and picked up the laptop charger on top of the pillow.

He paused when his skin brushed against the pillowcase. He couldn’t count the number of mornings he’d woken up with his head on this very pillow; mornings when Chris would smile down at him and run his fingers into his hair and kiss him so gently on the lips that it would melt him. Mornings that existed as a memory he didn’t dare to recall anymore.

He tied a rubber band around the charger and put it in the suitcase. Chris’s grey Harvard hoodie was at the top; it was his favorite and its sleeves were just a bit too long for Dustin to wear. He leaned down and felt the fabric in his hand. He flinched and pulled away immediately when Chris came out of the bathroom with his toiletries. He smiled at Dustin. Dustin smiled back.

“Are you going home to Florida?” Chris asked as he rearranged his suitcase for a better fit.

“Have to,” Dustin answered. His voice dropped an octave as he added, “Have nowhere else to go.”

“You know you’re still welcome to come to D.C. with us. There’s room in the car and we can share a hotel room.”

Dustin shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Right, because I’d totally love to spend my break at a College Democrats conference.”

“I’m just offering,” Chris said.

“Well, thanks, but no thanks.”

“Fine,” Chris said, getting up to grab his keys from his desk. “I’m going to check on the laundry. Be right back.”

Dustin wanted to apologize. For what, he wasn’t sure. He kept thinking as he watched Chris disappear out of the room that if he had said he was sorry, maybe Chris would take him back and they would be in love again. He would be able to wake up next to Chris, and everything in his world would be right and perfect.

He didn’t think he’d done anything wrong though. How was it that someone could wake up one morning and decide that he didn’t love his boyfriend anymore?

He looked at the door, made sure that Chris was gone for good, and picked up the pillow. He held it against his chest and buried his nose in it. Chris’s scent filled his nostrils and exploded his mind. He could – would forever – remember the nights when he made Chris grip the pillow and moan with pleasure. He held the pillow tight, inhaling Chris until it overwhelmed him. He doubled over and allowed one sob – just one – out.

Then, he was calm and still, and putting the pillow back to its proper place like he’d never touched it.

Chris came back with a hamper full of clothes and set it down on the floor. He took a seat and started to fold his clothes and put them in the suitcase.

“Do you need help?” Dustin asked.

Chris shook his head. They existed in silence, breathing shallowly as to not make any unnecessary noise. Dustin stayed on the bed and watched Chris, missing him even though he was there in front of him.

Chris got up, hamper empty, and walked back into the bathroom.

Dustin stayed in the room and took a deep breath, breathing until Chris’s scent filled his lungs and clogged his memories. He stayed, breathed, and remembered.

“I think we’re done,” Chris called out from the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Dustin said, “I think so too.”

OP here! - daisysusan, 2011-04-26 04:02 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: SHORT FILL: (1/1) - leladancer18, 2011-04-26 05:19 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: SHORT FILL: (1/1) - lynnmathews, 2011-04-28 02:20 am (UTC)(Expand)


Friends who occasionally jerk each other off and there was the time with the blow job and then there is the kissing without jerking each other off because kissing is nice.

Chris/Dustin, Nightmare

Chris wakes up overhearing Dustin whimpering/moaning/yelling during a nightmare. Chris goes in, wakes him up, comforts him, and they makeout and sweet sex follows.

(no subject) - chocolatkeroppi, 2011-04-07 03:16 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - chocolatkeroppi, 2011-04-07 03:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - chocolatkeroppi, 2011-04-07 03:23 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - chocolatkeroppi, 2011-04-07 03:24 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: Sweet Dreams (4/4) - tafidadarling, 2011-04-07 10:38 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: Sweet Dreams (4/4) - themovieguru, 2011-04-09 06:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: Sweet Dreams (4/4) - versa_vulture, 2011-04-17 06:10 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: Sweet Dreams (4/4) - tuffy0504, 2011-04-25 06:17 am (UTC)(Expand)
Writer here! - (Anonymous), 2011-04-26 01:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Mark/Eduardo with Eduardo's dad

If someone has already requested this, please ignore it.

but I just want Sr.Saverin to show up in facebook's office to talk to mark and to start demanding stuff like "what are your intentions with my son?"

This fic would make my day if:
- It took place after the depositions (mark and eduardo are talking again because mark apologized but Wardo just wanna take thing slow cause he doesn't want to be hurt again)
- Chris and Dustin totally have to show up somehow!!!
- No Sr.Saverin!bashing (he must have eduardo's best interest at heart cause he loves his son, he just wishes that eduardo wasn't so... soft =P)
- Mark being totally intimidated.

Up to the author if mark decides to tell eduardo about it later.


They are drunk, they make a bet, one of them loses. Who loses the bet has to play slave for the other for a full week, doing everything the winner commands. Doing. EVERYTHING. so, yeah.

.. Don't care which one ends losing the bet as long you give me some really smutty porn.

Eduardo/Mark, reconciliation fic

You sent me a friend request on facebook. I know I shouldn't have been so excited, but I kind of got up and danced around a little when I saw it.


you know, i could probably make you really happy.

i mean, if you let me.

Sextape Mark/Eduardo

Sextape Mark/Eduardo, I dunno if this has already been requested before buuut...

Sextape gets leaked onto the internet! Le gasp, public goes from thinking Eduardo and Mark hate each other's guts to thinking they should start sending the invitations and picking out the china patterns. I don't mind if its what's on the sextape (though i would request them being adorable :P) or just the repercussions

(Andrew and Jesse would actually be nice for this as well)

Please I want this like burning!!!

Re: Sextape Mark/Eduardo

This was actually requested a couple pages back and I think there were possible fillers?

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse AU

Andrew as Peter Pan. Jesse is one of the lost boys.


Five times Dustin cockblocked Chris, intentionally or not, and one time that Chris did it.

Mark/Eduardo, When Harry Met Sally!AU

«Can men and women be friends or does always sex get in the way?»
Romantic comedy, plz.

Re: Mark/Eduardo, When Harry Met Sally!AU

Please check out the delicious before posting prompts, a When Harry Met Sally AU was just prompted yesterday.

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse, Tennis AU ([Crossover-ish] Wimbledon)

Andy Murray is the great hope of Britain for Wimbledon Championship, if only he can get past the great Jesse Eisenberg, the new top seeded American player who defeated Djokovic in the Australian Open (3-6,7-5,7-5,6-1).

Except, Murray (sorry Murray, I love you!) gets taken down by English wild card, Andrew Garfield (seeded 97), in exciting quarterfinals (7-5, 5-7, 7-5, 5-7, 4-6).

How? Power of love and meat pies. Jesse and Andrew meet (not in the locker room, you pervs) cute, fuck each other's brains out, have dates (suck face in front of the Easter Island statue at BM), and then get outed by the tabloids. Scandal on Center Court!

Even worse, Jesse doesn't get past the semis (damn you Nadal!), but Andrew does squeaks past Soderling to get to the finals.

Will their love survive? Will an Englishman finally win Wimbledon in the open era? Or will the Spanish finally get their revenge for 1588?

(Yes, yes, and no).

(And yes, I love Wimbledon (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0360201/), without shame).


Just something, anything based on this gif:

FILL: kiss me like you'll never see me again (1/2)

i don't know what this even is anon. i hope you like it though.

Mark doesn’t know what possessed him to ever think that this was an even remotely good idea, but here he was, a month into this weird arrangement where he lived in the hallway of Eduardo’s apartment. He likes to think that the fact that Eduardo hasn’t physically forced him out or called the police on him is a sign that maybe somewhere deep inside that he still cares about him.

Today is different though and Mark can already tell by the way Eduardo is, for lack of a better word, stomping into his apartment, stepping over Mark with a huff as he pulls off his shoes and throws them down. Mark pulls himself up to a sitting position and blinks, trying to fully wake up before he realizes that Eduardo is standing in the room across from where he’s sitting and he looks exceptionally angry.

“I told you to leave, Mark.”

“I know. But well, you see, Wardo, if I leave, I don’t think I’ll be coming back.” Ever, because god, that really does mean that they’re completely over as friends and as lovers and the depositions were bad enough, but having Eduardo out of his life completely would be the worst thing that could happen.

He shrugs like it doesn’t even matter to him. “You don’t get to call me that name. Get out.

Okay, maybe it was time for a different tactic, one that would pull on Eduardo’s heart strings. After all, he always did have a weakness when it came to the more emotional aspects of life. “How many people would do this for you? I mean, really how many people do you know who would just sit in this hallway just for you-“

Eduardo is crouching down now and for a brief moment, Mark thinks he’s won and that they can go back to the way they used to be before the dilution and the mess that happened afterward, but then he sees the angry look and he realizes that nothing could be further from the truth. “Get out of my fucking apartment, Mark.”

Eduardo has no right to order him like that, so Mark shrugs and shakes his head. “No.”

FILL: kiss me like you'll never see me again (2/2) - (Anonymous), 2011-04-04 12:36 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: kiss me like you'll never see me again (2/2) - (Anonymous), 2011-04-04 01:51 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP Here - (Anonymous), 2011-04-04 07:54 pm (UTC)(Expand)

[Songfic] Eduardo/Mark, Teenage Dirtbag

Her name is Noelle
I had a dream about her,
She rings my bell
I got gym class for half an hour
..Oh how she rocks
in Keds and tube socks

But she doesn't know who I am.
And she doesn't give a damn about me.

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby.
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me.

Her boyfriend's a dick
and he brings a gun to school.
He'd simply kick
my ass if he knew the truth.
He lives on my block
and he drives and I rock.
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me

Man, I feel like mold.
It's prom night and I am lonely.
Low and behold, she's walking over to me.
This must be fake, my lip starts to shake.
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?

" I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby.
Come with me Friday don't say maybe.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you"

Oh yeah, dirtbag. No, she doesn't know what's she's missing.

Uhm. I have this weird obsession with that song. So, Mark as the dirtbag and Eduardo as Noelle, please. I don't care if it's HighschoolAU or already HavardEra, I leave that up to you, anon.