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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.

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♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
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♥ 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)
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♥ fills can be anything: fic, art, vid, fanmix, podfic, etc.
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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.

i know i'm lost -- 10a/?

(lj hates me, i suck at html, etc etc. here's the link to my other WIP if you guys miss me when i leave on saturday - http://community.livejournal.com/tsn_kinkmeme/3654.html?thread=4779078#t4779078 )

The rest of Eduardo’s break went by quickly as Mark asked about homework assignments and the two commented on how ridiculous their project for English was going to be. First, they had to finish as you like it, then update it in some fashion, then film a trailer. They had Erica and Kitty Simon working with them, and they figured that it would work out well if Erica would concede to being Gannymede, though the glint in Erica’s eyes said she had a better idea, which she had spent the whole class period before whispering giddily to Kitty about.

Mark figured they could force Dustin and Chris into acting if they needed people, plus Mark lived down the street from that Katie girl who had been made Lilli in the play, though she didn’t know it.

Then it was four fifteen, and even though Eduardo owned the café, he was called back to work by an annoying Dustin. But as he got up, he felt a cool hand on his arm. “Is there an outlet in here? I kinda wanted to get a basic script done and email it off to Erica, plus code a little.”

Mark’s eyes were very blue in his navy popover, his eyes smiling but his mouth questioning. “Yeah, there’s one behind the car seat.” Mark’s eyes flared. “Don’t worry, it’s not haunted by the living ghost of Tarantino or anything. It won’t kill you.”


Then Eduardo headed back behind the counter as Mark headed over and gingerly sat on the car seat, putting his laptop down before getting back up and dragging a table over and putting his laptop there, using the car’s drink holder for his slushie. His lips were a little red, but he was only halfway through it.

It wasn’t the only outlet they had, but the car seat was the perfect way for Eduardo to watch Mark, plus it was close enough to the counter that Eduardo could shout over the music to make a comment.

Chris hip checked him. “You like him.” He sing-songed.

“You are blind, so we’re even.”

“What does that mean?” Eduardo turned and winked, and Chris was even more bewildered. “Eduardo, what does that mean?”

“He looks really good in that color.” Eduardo comments, trying to change the topic, but before they do, Antonio from Tufts sashays in, and from across the room Mark begins to hum Dick in a box, which causes Chris to turn around and then turn bright red, Eduardo to laugh, one hand on the counter, the other on his stomach.

Antonio gave a confused smile, then saw Mark and his smile widened again. He reached the counter, his hip leaned forward, his face turned towards Eduardo instead of it’s normal Chris angle. “That’s cute, Eduardo.”

“What’s cute?” Chris turned around and demanded, and Antonio only turned his eyes and his chin slightly to give Chris an answer.

“Well, he and his boyfriend, of course.” he nodded his head back towards Mark. “It’s like, they were on a date on Friday, and now boyfriend –"

“Mark” Eduardo interjected. Chris looked at him, mollified. “His name is Mark.”

“Yes?” Mark said, head peeking out from behind his laptop, one earphone in.

“Nothing Mark. Go back to coding.” Mark complied, putting his earphone back in.

“Now Mark is here while Eduardo’s working, doing whatever he’s doing. It’s adorable.” Chris died a little bit with envy. Why couldn’t Mystery Man, or even Dustin for God’s sake, be here so it looked like Chris had an interest too. “Anyway, can I get a green tea to go? I have a study session with my Classics workgroup in fifteen.”

“Sure.” Eduardo enthused, and went to make his green tea as Chris glared at Antonio, Mark, and Eduardo intermittently. Why did the world hate him

“Is this Landon Pigg?” Chris nodded. “Oh, I love this dude. His last album was so awesome. What’s your favorite song from him?”

Luckily, Eduardo came back with Antonio’s tea at that moment as Chris stood there, freaking out because he didn’t know any other songs. Eduardo rang Antonio up, then the other man swore, took his tea, and got out of the coffee shop.

i know i'm lost -- 10b/?

“He was hitting on you, Chris.” Mark commented from where he was sitting.
Chris was so confused. “How do you know that?”

“He wanted to get you to say Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop so he could say it was his too and wink at you.”

“You like Landon Pigg?”

“I like a lot of things.”

Chris pouted. This meant that Mark probably knew who his Mystery Man was, and Mark had like, no social skills. This is what hell was going to be like.

As he pondered his thoughts, Eduardo reminded him of his break before the five o-clock rush, and Chris meandered outside to check his texts. He felt bad doing it while he was working, though Eduardo had spent twenty minutes earlier checking his phone until Mark had pulled into the parking lot. He also took his CD case, which had been haphazardly discarded next to the CD player by Eduardo when he returned from his break, gabbing with his apparent boyfriend Mark.

Eduardo never told him anything anymore. He checked his phone, but he didn’t really read as he scanned over texts from his Mom, reminding him she was going to an meeting tonight and that he needed to eat, Darren from this summer telling him he missed him, Antonio telling him the T was behind, and one from Dustin which simply was a smiley face. Chris sighed. Sometimes he wished that Dustin was his Mystery person, just because the past three weeks of being around Dustin constantly hadn’t been so bad.

Sometimes Dustin got really fucking annoying, but at the same time, he was always around when Chris needed a partner or a friend, and that was nice. He also had a pretty awesome smile, and his store bought hipster chic worked on him, while Chris had actually managed to buy out a lot of Brooks Brothers when he went to visit his Maw-Maw this summer.

He spent about five more minutes turning the case over, then headed back inside. Unlike Eduardo, he didn’t get off till 9, and so he had another couple of breaks that he could text Dustin during.

As he went back inside, the raven headed girl who told Eduardo to call her Edgar every single Wednesday afternoon entered, which was a sign of their five PM rush. Suddenly Chris forgot about slightly hating Eduardo for having Mark, he forgot about Mark being on what Eduardo fondly refered to as their ‘love seat’, he even forgot about texting Dustin back. All he knew were his reflexes, the feel of the coffee machines under his hands, and the mixed smell of beans and Eduardo’s Guerlain cologne. It was calming, and Chris finally got a chance to step outside of himself and did what he did best – charm people into giving him their money. Acting was the same course, and he loved it namely because he could convince customers anything. Once he had talked a girl into believing that he was a transvestite and that at night he was Christy, and that Eduardo and he were in a committed relationship. Eduardo had spent the whole time beaming and nodding.

i know i'm lost -- 10c/?

As the line died down, Eduardo spotted Mae, his replacement, coming in the door and looked up at the clock which hung over Mark’s head and over the Grindhouse poster, realizing it was almost six, which is when he got off. Because legally Eduardo co-owned the place with his father, he had a significantly larger salary than everyone else, so he tended to work less and hang out more. It wasn’t as if he minded much, but now, with Mark here, he had a reason to get out from behind the counter.

Once she swiped in, he swiped out, and the two of them greeted each other quickly, then went their separate ways. Eduardo was headed towards the bathroom, but hung up his apron first on the hook labeled with his name. They only had ten people on staff, so each of them got their own hooks and aprons. It was a cute, cozy feel.

After getting into the bathroom, he splashed some water on his face, messing his hair up a little with the water to fix the gel into the way it was supposed to go. He pulled off his work shirt, leaving the light grey v-neck he had on under it alone. He looked like crap, of course, but that was as good as it was going to get, he conceded, and headed out to talk to Mark some more.

As he sat down next to Mark, who had seemed to be concentrating really hard on reading something, chin in his palm, he gave Mark the once over. He looked warm, of course, but also concentrated, like he had on Monday, and Eduardo looked up to see what he was reading, squinting a little because the text was so tiny. A hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him in a little closer to Mark, and so he leaned in closer, taking in the warm cotton of Mark’s shorts as he rested a hand on a knee, the smell he had – warm, citrusy cologne he’d never smelled before, but was very Mark – and the fact Mark was reading a book on his Kindle for PC.

“So, by the way that guy was talking earlier, I assume he was the guy we ran into at the café,” Mark started, not looking away from the computer. “Also, I stopped my music a bit early, so I heard you imply that I’m your boyfriend. So, am I ?”

Eduardo was surprised Mark could focus on reading and talking so easily, but then again, there was a lot he didn’t know about Mark. “Well, see, I just - "

“Eduardo, this is me asking.” Mark turned his head towards Eduardo, and he noticed a microexpression of nerves. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

Mark made a face. “Kind of?”

“Yes.” And with that, Mark beamed at him, and Eduardo felt a little heat, even though it was kind of warm in the coffeehouse.

Then he felt the hand on his back pull him closer, and before he knew what he was doing his hand went to the collar of Mark’s popover and Mark was kissing him.

It was a quick, chaste kiss, but it got Mae wolf-whistling from behind the counter and Chris groaning.

“Mission accomplished.” Mark said, and Eduardo laughed as he settled his head on Mark’s shoulder, taking a deep breath, his chest expanding with happiness.

"So, what are you reading?"

"Sherlock Holmes." Eduardo scoffed. "What? It was free when I got the application for my computer!"

Re: i know i'm lost -- 10c/?

Yes!! :DDD

Re: i know i'm lost -- 10c/?

i feel like i'm breaking canon a bit for making E/M get their shit together first but what the hell.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 10c/?

Eh, that's okay. I like the fact that I can be on the meme and read a 'verse where M/E are happy together because the reality of canon can be a bit harsh and sad sometimes. I think you're good. ;)