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Saturday, 18 December 2010 04:13 amJesus Christ, I should be asleep. But I worked on this story for over four straight hours and I had to proofread it so I could just post it tonight.
So here you go.
Title: That’s What Friends Are S’posed to Do
Rating: R
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Summary: Being sick makes Eduardo a little suicidal. And homicidal. Not that he tries anything. He just wishes he was dead because it’s that bad. And he wishes others wouldn’t try to make it better. Mark’s just trying to be a good friend. (In which Eduardo’s a little manic, he’s in the fetal position a lot and Mark’s a good best friend.)
Prompt: Sick!Eduardo. Preferably something worse than a random cold, but as long as there's Eduardo and he's sick I'm good.Maybe fever!sex?. From the kink meme, here.
Notes: This turned into almost 4,300 words of sick!fic full of fluff. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Also, no, I wasn’t referring to The Chicken – just a chicken. I listened to two Mark/Eduardo fanmixes and Bruno Mars’ Doo-Wops and Hooligans album three and a half times through. The title is from “Count on Me” by Bruno Mars. When I finished at 3:26 AM, I’d been working on this story for about four straight hours and I tweeted this: I'M FINISHED. AND OF COURSE THE LAST SONG I WOULD HEAR WOULD BE “THE LAZY SONG.”
( In which Eduardo’s a little manic, he’s in the fetal position a lot and Mark’s a good best friend. )
So here you go.
Title: That’s What Friends Are S’posed to Do
Rating: R
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Summary: Being sick makes Eduardo a little suicidal. And homicidal. Not that he tries anything. He just wishes he was dead because it’s that bad. And he wishes others wouldn’t try to make it better. Mark’s just trying to be a good friend. (In which Eduardo’s a little manic, he’s in the fetal position a lot and Mark’s a good best friend.)
Prompt: Sick!Eduardo. Preferably something worse than a random cold, but as long as there's Eduardo and he's sick I'm good.
Notes: This turned into almost 4,300 words of sick!fic full of fluff. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Also, no, I wasn’t referring to The Chicken – just a chicken. I listened to two Mark/Eduardo fanmixes and Bruno Mars’ Doo-Wops and Hooligans album three and a half times through. The title is from “Count on Me” by Bruno Mars. When I finished at 3:26 AM, I’d been working on this story for about four straight hours and I tweeted this: I'M FINISHED. AND OF COURSE THE LAST SONG I WOULD HEAR WOULD BE “THE LAZY SONG.”
( In which Eduardo’s a little manic, he’s in the fetal position a lot and Mark’s a good best friend. )
