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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

if you're in doubt, please message the mod or leave a comment in the discussion post.

♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♥ be respectful.
♥ both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
♥ no pairing bashing, OK? no need to wank over ships.
♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
♥ please try to refrain from saying 'seconded!' as much as possible.
♥ on RPF: Please disclaim that it is RPF, a work of fiction and in no way related to the actual actors/persons/etc. (i wouldn't even try and discourage RPF from this meme ;))


♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
♥ for crossover prompts: "[Crossover], The Social Network Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" (e.g. [Crossover], Eduardo/Columbus, [Zombieland])
♥ no "!" in pairings, only in descriptions. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark, FacebookCreator!Eduardo, CFO!Mark)
♥ anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Sean/Other)
♥ put [GEN] before GEN prompts.


♥ please don't embed. link to images/videos.
♥ no locked material. this includes communities, even if membership is open.
♥ fills can be posted anonymously or not.
♥ fills can be anything: fic, art, vid, fanmix, podfic, etc.
♥ all prompts are open to fills at all times, even if they have been filled in the past or are being currently filled by someone else. multiple fills are positively encouraged; if something appeals to you then do not be put off creating a new fill by the existence of a prior one.






have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


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.

fill: we'll stop the clock together [1/3]

Note: Intended as a partner/companion-piece to fixedfoot's fill, but this piece is definitely inferior. You can view it as a separate piece, instead -- how Andrew would feel about having seen Jesse type these things.
Also: my first fic after a year. And yes, I realize that I'm answering a year-old prompt.

Shit, that looks good. That looks really good. is all I’m allowed to say, but you’re typing a hundred words a minute and I’m thinking a thousand letters and sentences and paragraphs of—

Oh, Jess.

And for this one moment, for the first time, I pull myself out of Eduardo’s headspace because Jess

I lost myself in your eyes, the first time I met you. I remembered the piercing blue, the earnestness, the honesty, the eagerness. I remember the nervousness, the way you said “nice to meet you,” the way you tried to smile and to this day, you thought of it as an awkward introduction when all I could think of was that it was a prelude of the things to come. I was excited, then. I’m still excited now, for so many things, but mostly this:

I’m excited to get to know you so much more, Jesse.

I remember the in-betweens the most. I remember you accompanying me outside whilst I smoke up, the way you would furrow your eyebrows and wrinkle your nose, asking me why I did what I did, and I told you that it was a habit to fill up the void, an empty distraction: a means to stop from losing myself in my thoughts.

And so you told me: okay. Then you told me about your cats, and your mum, and did you know I started smoking less and listening more? And I would use a smoke as an excuse to listen to you.

I am amazed by your intensity, by your cynicism and your innocence. I remember how you would wear Mark’s hoodies and assimilate, as though he were a second skin, and my Eduardo fell in love with your Mark, and that’s my excuse for most everything, really: my motivations behind my inflections, my reason behind my actions.

My hands linger, because Eduardo loves Mark. I stutter and bite my lips and gasp, because Eduardo loves Mark. My eyes look at yours longer than necessary, because Eduardo loves Mark.

If being Eduardo meant an excuse to touch you, then I wouldn’t mind being Eduardo for the rest of my life.

I remember those rides back home, a quiet respite from the jungle of this city. It was just the whirring of the engine, and us. Always just us. I would bring myself back from that dark, bitter, betrayed place, and you would always take my hand in yours, give my shoulder a little squeeze before you shift gears. I would lean against your shoulder for moments, and I can imagine doing this with you, always. You would smile at me before the lights turn green—a real smile, where your eyes shine and your cheeks dimple and I have never seen anything more angelic.

I cherish the dawns when we’re too exhausted to even sleep, where we discover truths between glasses of tequila, sobriety wafting through our drunken slurs. We’d share our insecurities, and our neuroticism, and you’d tell me your doubts, and I’d tell you mine. And you’d tell me, don’t be ridiculous, Andrew, you’re fine, and I wanted to say the same thing to you. No, you’re not fine, you’re better than fine, you’re


and even then, I would run out of adjectives to describe you exactly as you are.

fill: we'll stop the clock together [2/3]

I could listen to you forever. I am always in awe of your eloquence. Your words are brilliance concretized, your pauses and stops speaking more than millions and millions of words — like taking a long drag, except better — and your “oh”s and “um”s are like poetry flowing freely. I love it when you talk about your cats or history or musicals or plays and I imagine you speak as I breathe in your words, chasing your whispers, until we meet in the middle—a perfect culmination, as I let you explore me and I you, my hands trailing your skin, exploring every square inch, and oh, what I’ll have you do to me, Jess…

Do you see what I see?

I would memorize every dimple, every bone, every freckle, every mole. I would tug on your hair, and hold your face between my fingers, thanking whatever gods there are for you, right here. I would trail my fingers down your spine, and I imagine you leaving me breathless, every time. I imagine being carried in your arms, and us tangled together, until I end where you begin.

I would whisper of your brilliance, and I would take you higher, Jess.

Would you let me do that?

And I imagine myself listening to your words, your breaths, your gasps, your moans. I can hear you say mine, mine all over, and god, I would be yours, yours, yours.

And when we have released, I will caress you in reverence. I would trace my fingers down the ridges of your chest, my thumb exploring your ears and your lips, and whisper again, words upon words.

And when you have fallen asleep, I will listen to your heart beating quietly, thanking whatever gods there may be for giving me to you.

Re: fill: we'll stop the clock together [3/3]

And on the fortieth take:

I love you, it said, and no song quite sounds as visceral as this.

I cannot have you, it said, and how I wish I could stop and scream and tell you how untrue this was. I am yours, Jess, you are home to me, you already have my heart, I’d say. Just say the word, Jess, if I so deserve you.

Just say the word, and free yourself.

Say the word and I’ll be yours.

But until then, Jess—

I will wait.

I can wait.

Re: fill: we'll stop the clock together [3/3]

Oh my. I can't even. This is so brilliant. The first part was wonderful, and this is not even close to being inferior. It's beautiful, and hopeful, and sad. The language and sentence structure is perfect, and everything flows so, so well. Absolutely stunning. Please write more. You are so talented.

Re: fill: we'll stop the clock together [3/3]

Gah. Agreed!