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Eduardo/Mark, kid!fic

I want a fic where Mark has two kids, a boy and a girl.

It can be an AU or post-depositions (Marks adopts? or Erica dies right after the lawsuits are over and he finds out she had twins?). I just want Mark dealing with two kids - and being a good father!

Fill 1/?

Mark picked her up on Friday with a conflicted look on his face. Jess dumped her backpack in the backseat, contemplating whether she wanted shot gun like the usual or the back to avoid direct eye contact in case of A Serious Talk. However, if she decided to sit in the back, even Mark would notice the attempt at avoidance.

Shot gun it was, then.

Jess held back a sigh and strapped herself to the front seat, feeling like a prisoner before The Talk even began. She crossed her ankles, leaning her elbow against the ledge, resting her chin on her back of her hand and pretending to enjoy the dry view outside the window. Avoiding eye contact did little in stopping Mark from initiating The Talk, but it sure helped in hiding her discomfort.

Mark didn’t say anything for fifteen minutes as they drove through the scorching California heat. Jess rolled down her window. The buzzing of the streets flooded the car, creating a noise barrier between them. Jess didn’t know whether she should be relieved that Mark didn’t start The Talk yet, or afraid of Mark’s prolonged silent torture. She hoped that they would make it home in time before Mark gathered enough courage to begin, because she could feign to be busy with homework once they get home. Besides, Jamie served as a good buffer.

But then they hit traffic.


Useless California traffic.

“Jess?” Mark said, and Jess cursed her bad luck. “Could you please roll up the window?”

No, Jess thought. “Sure.” She waved goodbye to the lively outside world (in her head, because she didn’t want Mark to waste money on a therapist for her) and shut the window. The eerie silence and the summer California heat felt suffocating.

“How was school?” he asked.

“Fine,” she said, wishing that he would get to the point already. It worried her that he was stalling like this, because Mark usually didn’t filter what he wanted to say.

“Good,” he nodded, and was silent once more.

“What are we having for dinner?” Jess attempted to diffuse the awkwardness.

“Tuna melt sandwiches,” Mark replied.

Huh. Her favorite. Whatever Mark wanted to say must be really important then, if he was trying to bribe her like that.

“I thought we’re out of bread.”

“I bought some this morning.”


Jess would ask what was wrong, but she didn’t want to. She was a little scared of what the answer might be.

The Mario Cart theme broke the tense atmosphere. Mark reached into his pocket and put his phone on silent. Mark not answering his phone; that was another alarming sign of Impending Doom.

Jess remembered something.

“Don’t you have that Facebook update today?” She asked.

“Dustin could take care of it,” he shrugged.


Not that Jess didn’t like to have Mark home, far from it. Even though she always had Jamie at home with her, the house felt empty on nights when Mark wasn’t around. But making her favorite dinner, buying grocery early, putting off work, and his general un-Markness today made her dread what he wanted to tell her. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be good.

“What do you think of Eduardo?”


“What?” Jess look at Mark in confusion. “Eduardo who?”

“You remember Eduardo,” Mark said. “You meet him at Chris’s house last year.”

“Oh that Eduardo,” Jess hid a grimace. “Yeah, I remember.” She remembered him. It was hard not to. She remembered him very well, even, and she wasn’t even very good with remembering people she’d only met once.

“What do you think of him?” Mark sounded nervous. Jess turned away. She looked outside the car window instead.

“He’s alright,” she lied. What? She wasn’t going to give him a speech of how much she disliked Eduardo. She wasn’t twelve. She was fifteen this year, thank you very much.

Jamie liked him though, but Jamie was eleven, and therefore, in Jess’s mind, a kid, so his opinion was void. He also believed that he will someday marry Emma Watson.

“Just ‘alright’?”

“Sure,” she shrugged.

“Good,” said Mark.

Another interval of silence. Jess knew that wherever this conversation was heading, she wasn’t going to like it.

“Would you mind if Eduardo stays with us for a week?” Mark finally dropped the bomb.

Yes, I do mind, she thought. “Why is he staying with us?” Jess asked instead.

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Oh I am v. intrigued, anon.

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Very interesting start, anon, as well as the pov you used. Please update soon!

Fill 1b/?

“He has some business to take care of here, and he doesn’t like hotels,” Mark replied.

“Why your house though?” Jess knew that Chris and Dustin knew Eduardo, why couldn’t he stay at either of their places instead?

“Jess,” Mark said with an edge to his tone, like the time Jess told him that she didn’t want to go to college. “Eduardo was an old friend of mine. It’s the least that I can do for him.”

Jess didn’t know much about dealing with people, but she knew that this was one of Those Moments when she was supposed to accept everything as it was and take a side step to avoid the gaping wound, like when Chris got a boyfriend and Dustin was in love with him. She just had to keep her mouth shut because people didn’t appreciate a shining light over their pain. Eduardo Saverin was Mark’s.

(Jess pretended that she did not read stuff on the internet about Mark and Eduardo, and Mark pretended that he did not know she did. It was a good system. Except Jamie said they were both idiots. But whatever.)

“Fine,” Jess banged her head against the window and closed her eyes.


“I’m fine,” Jess sighed. “What about Jamie?”

“Jamie suggested this, actually,” said Mark.

That little fucker. She was going to have a word with him once they get home.

“If you’re not okay with it, then we don’t have to,” Mark looked away, and Jess felt guilty for being a fucking idiot. God damn it.

“I’m cool with it,” Jess shrugged.

“Really?” Mark was driving so he couldn’t read her expression, but Jess could sense that he didn’t really believe her. Mark had this special thing where he could sometimes figure out what she was really thinking. Probably because they were somewhat similar.

“Why not?” Jess said instead because she couldn’t fake enthusiasm to save her life. Playing nonchalance was a safer bet. “When is he coming?”

“Friday,” Mark replied, and although his tone revealed nothing, Jess knew that this was Something Significant because Saturday was Mark’s birthday. She felt kind of weird because they were going to stay home and play video games and eat pizza and chug soda until six in the morning, and then Dustin was going to come over Saturday (without Chris, because for some reason Chris-in-a-relationship wasn’t fit to join their shenanigans. Jess didn’t even know because adults were confusing) and they were going to do something with a swing in the backyard and eat the cake that she and Jamie baked for Mark and maybe have a cake fight. And hopefully ignore how awkward it was without Chris there. Hopefully.

The problem was, things were already weird with the Chris issue (Wait, sorry. Apparently the Chris-issue wasn't an issue). Now, Jess didn’t know what to think if they were to add Eduardo to the picture.

This wasn’t going to be pretty.

“He’ll only be here for the weekends,” said Mark, as if it was going to make Jess feel better about the whole thing. To be honest, Jess was cool with it as long as Mark was cool with it. And she wasn’t sure if Eduardo was going to make that happen. It was Mark’s birthday, for god’s sake.

“It’s fine,” said Jess. “I’ll be mostly on my laptop anyway.”

Jess could feel Mark putting on his worried face without even looking directly at him. He did that a lot whenever she did something that he would have done. As if being like him was a great misfortune.

Now, since Jess wasn’t ready for another discussion about her anti-social behavior, she quickly neutralized the situation. “I’ll keep an eye on Jamie,” she promised. Because they both knew that Jamie could take care of himself (he could actually cook, unlike Jess), they both understood this was more of an agreement that Jess will not waste her life on the internet (all the time) and will, in fact, interact with non-pixelated beings.

“Good,” Mark nodded, and that was that.

The Serious Talk wasn’t so bad. But Jess had more important issues to take care of, namely: 1) Take care of Jamie, that freaking idiot, for this whole Eduardo business, 2) Worry about how Mark’s birthday was going to turn out, now that the Eduardo thing was added to the already growing ‘not-an-issue-we-promised’ of Dustin and Chris, 3) Check to see if Starcraft II was really the shit as the first one.

Re: Fill 1b/?

interesting. i like it. i wonder why she doesn't like eduardo. interesting.

Re: Fill 1b/?

I am liking this so far! I also like that all kids in these fics are called. Jess. Is there a theme? :)))

give us more now
ok? good. thanks!

Re: Fill 1b/?

I'm hooked. Please post more soon. :)


Omg so happy that someone filled it!

Really liked that Jess is a teenager, that'll make everything more interesting.
Please don't stop!

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um yes please.

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I love that Jess doesn't like Eduardo. I think if I had heard about how much pain they caused each other, I'd hate him too if I were Mark's kid. I love that she has her own identity and it's ~like Mark, but not. Because she picks up on things more than he does, but she's still the way he is -- meaning she doesn't really care enough to act on them unless it's intensely necessary.

I love that she dismisses Jamie because he's eleven (don't we all) and that she recognizes the signs of Mark trying to be parental. I love that she's a TEENAGER. A real living breathing teenager with her own identity, but still trying to discern exactly what that is as most fifteen year olds are.

I love that Eduardo's only on the periphery of their relationship so far and she's not so much actively disliking him as wary of what he could do to Mark. I love that she's all "it's Mark's freaking birthday" as if Eduardo being there is going to make it hard to have fun.

You've set up a perfect confusing adult world from the mindset of a young woman and I adore this. I can't wait to see more! ALL THE MORE IN THE WORLD I SAY. GIVE IT TO ME! ♥

Re: Fill 1b/?

ohh, interesting. i don't usually like kids!AUs much but this is actually quite good. I wonder why she doesn't like Wardo..

Re: Fill 1b/?

dear writer,

are you still writing this??? because i think its amazing and will like to read more..

Teenage kids fic (2a/?)

Jamie was a slick little rascal. He made sure to keep within Mark’s sight when Jess was around, which meant that Jess was now glaring at Jamie across the kitchen table while Mark pulled food from the fridge. Jamie, because he could never resist an opportunity to piss her off, began humming ‘U Can’t Touch This.’

Can’t Touch This, my ass, Jess thought. She used her long legs to her advantage and swiftly delivered a kick underneath the table, smirking on the inside when she earned a yelp from Jamie. Jamie tried to retaliate, but he was too short to reach her for a proper kick.

“HA-ha,” Jess mimicked Nelson Muntz from the Simpsons. She did it rather well, she thought. Nelson, if he was a real person instead of a cartoon characters, would be proud.

“Jess,” Mark warned. “Jamie.”

“Nothing,” Jess said automatically. Mark didn’t ask 'what are you guys doing?' but he asked it so often that answering ‘nothing’ became an instinct.

“Help me cut the tomatoes, please,” Mark said, and gave her a look as if he could sense her ‘Do I have too?’

Jamie mouthed, “HA-ha” back at her, and Jess said, “You sure you want to make fun of someone who will be holding a knife?”

“Jess,” Mark said, and she sighed.

“Okay, I know. I’m coming.” She got out of the chair as slowly as she could get away with.

Before Jamie could properly laugh at her and before Jess could plan to retaliate, Mark settled the score. “Jamie, wash the lettuce, please. Yes, you do have to,” he said just as Jamie opened his mouth.

Jess was planning to give Jamie another kick to the ankle when he passed her, but decided not to push Mark’s patience. But she did give him a little shove when he purposely bumped into her on the way to the sink. What? She wasn't going to lose to a little kid.

The phone rang, but it wasn’t in its usual spot in the kitchen.

“Your mom,” Jamie muttered when Mark left to look for the phone in the living room.

“My mom’s dead,” Jess said coldly.

Jamie looked guilty at that, but then Jess said, “Ha, fooled you.” She immediately felt bad though because that was a shitty thing to make a joke out of. Mother, like Eduardo who used to be He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name, wasn’t a subject to fuck around with in this house.

Jamie clenched his jaws, angry. Okay, so she knew that it was a bitch move to say what she did, but Jess wasn’t going to back down because she never backed down. Besides, Jamie brought the topic up first, and if he was going to be Saint ‘oh you shouldn’t talk about your mother like that,’ she’ll cut him down. No joke there.

And, as she predicted, Jamie said, “You shouldn’t talk about your mother like that. What if she really dies?”

“She’s already dead to me,” Jess shrugged. Her stomach was churning, but she tried to control herself. No, she wasn’t going to take it back even though it left a bad taste in her mouth. That was the thing about life. There were things that you could never, ever take back. Mark knew. She knew. Jamie should know, but sometimes Jess wondered if he really did.

(Jess didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about her eleven year old self being stupid and naïve, didn’t want to think about being disappointed back then. She was lucky that Mark was nice about it and took her back.)

Before Jamie could reply, Mark returned. Both Jess and Jamie looked away from each other, pretending that nothing happened.

“Who was that?” Jess asked before Mark could interrogate them.

Mark hesitated for one second before answering in too casual of a tone. “Eduardo.”

Jamie liked Eduardo, but he must have been smarter than Jess gave him credit for because he seemed suspicious when he said, “Eduardo! Did his boss give him the ok to have Friday off?” Jess could hear the ‘did he call to cancel?’ in his tone.

“Yeah,” said Mark. “He’ll be arriving next Friday morning as planned.”

Jamie brightened, and Jess could almost tolerate the topic of Eduardo because this conversation seemed to wipe off the mud of the mother subject from Jamie’s mind. Good.

“Eduardo’s cool,” said Jamie. “Next weekend will be epic.”

Jess rolled her eyes as Jamie went on and on and, when she couldn’t take it anymore, interrupted him. “Eduardo doesn’t play video games.”

Teenage kids fic (2b/?)

“Yes he does,” Jamie said uncertainly. “He played Mario Cart at Chris’s house.”

Jess shrugged. She didn’t know that. Whatever. It didn’t make any difference.

“You would have known if you actually got off your computer and talk to him,” Jamie pointed out.

“You didn’t meet Eduardo?” Mark asked.

“I did. I just didn’t talk to him,” Jess replied vaguely. Eduardo said hi and she waved. There. They had met.

Mark’s face revealed nothing, but Jess knew that he was torn between telling her to try to talk to Eduardo and not forcing her to do something she didn't like. He told her once before that you can’t be forced to like someone, after an infuriating meeting.

“What do you have against Eduardo?” Jamie asked.

“I have nothing against him,” Jamie lied because Mark was right there and somehow Eduardo was an important variable in his equation. Stupid Jamie, putting her on the spot like that. “I don’t like talking to people.”

Mark seemed semi-satisfied with that answer. He understood the desire not to talk to people. Luckily, they continued to prepare food and the topic was forgotten temporarily.


After dinner, Jamie went to get his homework so that Mark could check it for him. Jess cornered him at the top of the stairs.

“Why did you suggest that Eduardo stay here? For Mark’s birthday, even.”

“I thought it’ll be fun,” said Jamie. “Mark did say that Eduardo was his best friend.”

“When the hell did he say that?” Jess frowned. “And he said ‘was.’ Eduardo ‘was’ his bestfriend.”

“You weren’t there,” said Jamie, and Jess almost wanted to throttle him because the thought of being left out, the thought of Mark trusting Jamie more than her was pissing her off. “Besides, Chris isn’t going to be here and I don’t want it to be weird for Mark’s birthday.”

“You can’t replace Chris like that,” Jess hissed. “You don’t replace people like that just to suit you.” It was a shitty thing to do, replacing people. Playing with people’s emotions. Manipulating people like it was your fucking entertainment.

“It’s not to suit me; it’s for Mark,” said Jamie.

“What, did you do that because it’s ‘for Mark’s own good’?” Jess said cruelly. She instantly regretted it though, because Jamie’s face fell.

“It’s not like that!”

“Jess? Jamie?” They stopped talking as Mark stepped up the stairs toward them.

“I’ll get the problem set,” Jamie walked back to his room.

“What happened?” Mark asked.

“Nothing,” said Jess.

Mark looked at her, really looked at her, and Jess didn’t know what he was looking for, but she could take a guess.

“Will you really be okay with Eduardo staying here?” asked Mark.

Jess felt a selfish satisfaction that Mark knew she didn’t like Eduardo, and that if she said no, Mark might not let Eduardo stay. But she couldn’t do this to Mark, couldn’t force him to make a choice. She was a little frustrated at herself and at Mark as well, because when it came down to this, it really was Mark who would be affected the most, so Mark should worry about himself before he could worry about her. Honestly.

There was nothing worse than being forced to look back, to stare at your mistake in the face, to see so clearly how young and stupid and naïve you used to be.

“I’ll be okay,” she said. “Will you be okay?”

For a moment, Jess thought that Mark was going to say, “Yeah” like usual, but he surprised her.

“I don’t know.”


Jamie said that when Child Services took him from his mom, they said that it was ‘for his own good.’


“What happened to your mom?” Jamie asked.

“I won’t ask more about your mom if you don’t ask about mine,” Jess replied without looking away from her laptop. She could see Jamie’s reflection on her screen. He was hovering at her door, afraid to step in her world.

Jamie left silently. He wasn’t ready yet. Jess felt relieved and disappointed at the same time.

That was a year ago. She wondered if it would be different if Jamie asked her now.

It probably wouldn’t be.


Child Services dumped Jess at Mark’s door when she was only eleven.

Jess ran away two weeks later. She ran with anger and a stupid melancholic hope.

She was only eleven. She was eleven and she was stupid.

Mark found her first, wrapped a North Face jacket around her, and sat with her until she stopped crying.

Re: Teenage kids fic (2b/?) - xbriyeon, 2011-07-21 02:36 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Teenage kids fic (2b/?) - yunsi, 2011-07-22 07:56 pm (UTC)(Expand)