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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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have fun!

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Eduardo/Mark, united front

Inspired by this: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx8y7cSllT1qeo0mlo1_500.png

Don't they look fierce? I don't care how or why or when, I just want the two of them to stand side by side, together, determined, and be badass and fierce and destroying everyone who's stupid enough to try and stand in their way.

pick your poison 1/1

i hope this is what you want~ (although it isn't really a fill for the prompt omg sry tho D:)

Eduardo is a pacifist.

Well, if pacifist meant that he's a professional passive aggressive asshole, then yes, Eduardo is a pacifist. It comes with the daddy issues and all that.

He is, or at least he hopes to be, a good man.

He opens doors for ladies (who in turn do not know whether to glare at him or to thank him so they almost always end up doing both since Eduardo tries to project that no, he's not doing it just cause they're ladies but cause it's what a decent human being does).

He tries to give calm and rational opinions during heated debates between his friends and tries to buffer between two colleagues who always tends to grate the other's nerves.

Eduardo is a pacifist. He hates arguments and tries not to waste his time getting into one.

But, Eduardo thinks as he calmly decimates someone's financial assets until there is nothing left but dust, if someone as much as looks at Mark in the wrong way. He will fuck. Them. Up.

Mark has never punched anyone in his life.

Not pre-Harvard, mid-Harvard, or post-Harvard.

He has never been the kind of person who would result to physical violence. Mostly because he's a scrawny little fucker but also because he doesn't think anything could be solved with punching someone in the face.

He has never pushed anyone or tried to kick someone.

When it comes to ruining someone's life, Mark likes to serve it with zero violence but three hundred percent psychological and emotional damage.

Dustin knows this. Chris knows this. Eduardo knows this.

So when Mark turns up in the office with a bandaged swollen wrist one day, everyone is curious.

Not that they will ever ask.

Not that they will need to because at the end of the day, there will be an article on a website claiming that Mark Zuckerberg had punched someone in the face after that particular someone said something about the first CFO Facebook had.

There is something to be said about the assholes who were once best friends, then sued each other, then somehow, in some way, remain protective of each other through the silence that followed after years of a war waged between two polar ends.

These are two people who have hurt each other until nothing is left of them but raw feelings of bitterness and the strongest tang of betrayal leaving its trails in their mouths - who fought until they forgot why they are fighting and who they are fighting with.

No one can find proof of them ever communicating.

Not even Dustin who hacks into Mark's email account or Chris who reads through Mark's phone bill looking for the country code of Singapore.

To the best of everyone's knowledge, they haven't spoken for three years and counting.

Eduardo is a pacifist and Mark has never punched anyone in his life.

But no one doubts their ability to fuck shit up.

No one doubts that they will fuck shit up.

Not the man who tried to con Dustin into a worthless deal - the same man who suddenly found his entire empire run to the ground by a few mysteriously acquired bank accounts that can only be accessed in his secured laptop, and an anonymous businessman who methodically bought every company he had shares in before kicking him out, ensuring that in the end, he will have nothing but an orange jumpsuit and a chain between his feet.

Not the person who punched Chris - the very man who somehow found himself unemployable on every company he has ever tried to apply in. The same man whose wife found out about his affairs through an email from an anonymous source consisting of all the credit card details and photographs that can only be found through the pits of untagged photos of people who hang out in the very same club the man used to stay in. He has no home and no job.

Edited at 2012-02-17 08:21 am (UTC)

Re: pick your poison 1/1

Oh, you tease, you tease! OP likes the way you describe their personalities and how they shape their style of shit-fuck-uppery. OP likes the way you hinted at joint shit-fuck-uppery and left her yearning for more a lot less. *shakes laptop to see if more fic falls out*

Re: pick your poison 1/1

didnt you make the graphic yourself

ILU <3

Re: pick your poison 1/1

Oooooh, shiny! Now I want protective!Mark and protective!Eduardo! ♥.♥

Re: pick your poison 1/1

*thumb up* good fill!

Re: pick your poison 1/1



fill #2: in all this chaos 1/4

why did my brain automatically think post-apocalyptic au



and it only partially adheres to the prompt but IDK MY BRAIN GOES WEIRD PLACES SOMETIMES

WARNINGS: blood, violence, character death

Eight years ago, Mark ascended the steps to Kirkland House quickly, backpack lazily slung across his shoulders, hands dug deep into the pockets of his hoodie for warmth. He blogged unflattering things about a girl who shook his self-esteem. He made a stupid website, he made an empire.

Now, eight years later, none of that matters anymore. The steps are charred, filthy with dirt and decay and blood. The air is thick with the smells of smoke and death. There’s no more empire, there’s not much of anything left.

There’s hardly anyone left now. Those who remain battle tooth-and-nail for whatever’s been left behind. They’ve gathered in this small corner of what used to be Cambridge but is now a copper-skied wasteland that serves as a grim reminder of its former glory: a town once brimming with the finest young minds the country had to offer, the future athletes and entrepreneurs. Nobody expected that these fine minds would one day fight each other to the death over scraps of sustenance and safety.

Mark tries not to think of it—that’s what he generally does, tries not to focus on what’s become of everything, just makes himself believe that he’s fighting just to fight. He stares intently at the stairs beneath his feet like they’re just stairs and nothing more, but it’s impossible when they’re coated with a shiny waterfall of fresh blood.

“Dustin!” a voice chokes from the ground, mingled with shallow, pained breathing. “Dustin, stay with me, it’s gonna be alright. Mark!”

Mark looks down at this, steely eyes meeting the red-rimmed blue of Chris’s. The blonde is crouched at the top of the stairs, shirt removed and being used as a tourniquet for the stab wounds littering the body of the redhead in front of him. Dustin’s eyes are squeezed shut and the only clean parts of his face are where the tracks of his tears have smeared away traces of dirt and blood, revealing raw, sunburnt skin.

“Mark!” Chris cries again. “Why aren’t you doing anything?! Get help!”

Mark tears his eyes away from the sight, focuses them on the billowing smoke in the distance. “Nobody will help us.”

He hears Chris make a pained noise at the back of his throat, because Chris knows it’s true. He’s held onto this sick optimism that they’ll find a decent person, but all traces of decency were left behind when people stopped being mere citizens and started being survivors. Still, he squeezes Dustin’s hand and says, “There’s one person who will.”

Mark cringes. There is one person out there, somewhere, who cares about the lives of his once-friends more than his own. A person they’ve been noticing out of the corners of their eyes since they got back to Cambridge.

“Mark,” says a smaller voice, choked and raspy and in pain. Mark glances down to see the hazel of Dustin’s eyes peering through slitted eyelids. “I want to see Wardo. Just one more time, before it’s all over.”

Mark watches Chris’s eyes go desperate before they overflow with tears and the blonde, usually so put-together and wise, wails and clutches Dustin’s battered body to his chest.

fill #2: in all this chaos 2/4

Eduardo isn’t difficult to find. It may be years since they’ve spoken, but Mark still knows that Eduardo is a creature of habit, so when he sees the remains of Eliot House amongst the rubble and decay, he knows he’ll find the man in the halls where he once lived.

Eduardo is crouching behind a toppled-over table, back against the wall and fingers digging at the burnt carpet beneath them. When Mark’s footsteps echo down the hall, he draws his gun and points it at his former best friend before his eyes go wide and the gun drops to the floor, firing upon impact at the wall. He moves to scramble for it when Mark takes a step forward, but instead crouches back behind the table.

“I should’ve known it would come to this,” Eduardo spits. His eyes are blank, the hollows beneath them decorated by black and purple bruises. His lip is split down the middle, leaving a trail of dried blood streaming down his chin and staining his crumpled and torn button-down. He looks like he hasn’t eaten properly in weeks, the way his collarbones and ribs are visible beneath the holes in his shirt.

“Wardo,” Mark mumbles, taking another step forward.

“No! Just go ahead and do it, okay?” Eduardo stands up rapidly and faces away from him. “You had no trouble stabbing me in the back before, Mark. Do it again, for real this time, I don’t even care.”

“No, Wardo!” Mark protests, trying to get his attention.

“Fucking do it!” Eduardo screams, throwing his arms out. He whips around to reveal desperate tears in his eyes. “Or better yet, stab me in the front. This way I can watch the sick pleasure you’ll get out of it. You, being the end of me, the person who did nothing but look out for you.”

“Wardo! This isn’t fucking about you!” Mark fires back. He flinches when he says, “It’s Dustin.”


fill #2: in all this chaos 3/4

Eight years ago, the walk from Eliot to Kirkland was nothing—something that Eduardo strolled almost nightly in order to hang out with his friends. Now, though, there’s no telling who is hiding amongst the dead bushes and smoldering trees.

Eduardo’s got his gun loaded in hand while Mark wields a knife and thinks about what they’d have done with their weapons if Dustin’s condition hadn’t called for them to be civil to one another. He doesn’t think he’d have killed Eduardo; he’s not so sure Eduardo would have done the same.

“What happened to him?” Eduardo asks, walking slowly with his gun aimed out in front of him. His eyes are narrowed and his head twitches at every sound.

“Dustin?” Mark asks to clarify, though he already knows. “He killed Divya three days ago, so the Winklevii ambushed him while he was finding food this morning.”

Eduardo laughs humorlessly, like he realizes how weird it is to be talking so lightly about these kinds of things. “Still vengeful bastards, I see.”

Mark is about to reply when two sets of heavy footsteps clatter behind them: the Winklevii.

“Well isn’t this a sight to be seen?” Cameron says lowly. He’s swinging a bloodied knife in one hand, while Tyler carries a flask of lighter fluid. “Billions of dollars later and the two of you are still clinging to each other like it wasn’t your downfall in the first place.”

Out of the corner of Mark’s eye, he sees Eduardo’s hands tense on his gun while his jaw trembles.

“They’ve got to stick together, though, Cam,” Tyler counters, eyes narrowed. Mark notices the deep gash on his shoulder and finds silent pride in the fact that it’s precisely the size of Dustin’s knife. “They’re so scrawny. I almost don’t want to hurt them, it wouldn’t be fair.”

“Then why’d you hurt Dustin?” Eduardo snaps. His finger trembles against the trigger of his gun.

Tyler laughs, rumbling through his whole body, all six-foot-five of it. “You mean the runty ginger freak?”

Cameron’s dark expression mimics his brother’s. “We just wanted to watch him suffer. How’s he doing, by the way? Still clinging to that worthless life of his?”

Mark doesn’t even know what happens next because his ears fill with the crack of Eduardo’s gun and the strained shout he lets out. Right before their eyes, Cameron collapses to the ground and the sounds of his bones cracking echoes throughout the passageway between Eliot and Kirkland.

Tyler is shaking, free hand clenching and unclenching like he doesn’t know what to do with it. His other hand is tensed around the lighter fluid, which he notices with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“This where you’ve been staying?” Tyler barks, gesturing at the wall of Eliot House. He uncaps the lighter fluid and thoroughly douses a large section of the wall. “Not any longer.”

When he retrieves a match from his pocket and tosses it once lit, the entire wall blazes a deep orange-red. Tyler glowers at Mark and Eduardo while he walks away, a look that tells them this isn’t the last they’ve seen of Tyler Winklevoss.

At Mark’s side, Eduardo’s breathing has gone ragged. He hasn’t moved since his bullet killed Cameron.

“Wardo,” Mark says, hastily grabbing his arm and dragging him further away from the burning building. “Was there something in there? Someone?”

A single tear drops down Eduardo’s cheek. “No,” he says. “I got rid of Christy a long time ago.”

Mark doesn’t ask, he just continues to drag Eduardo behind him.

fill #2: in all this chaos 4/4

Dustin is in even worse shape when they return to the steps of Kirkland. Chris’s eyes only light up marginally when he sees Eduardo. He nudges Dustin’s shoulder, waking the man from his shallow sleep.

“Wardo,” Dustin chokes. He reaches a hand out and Eduardo squeezes it.

“Hey, man,” he says, voice cracking.

Dustin’s eyes shut again. When he smiles, the dried dirt on his face cracks and falls beside him. “It’s like old times again,” he breathes. “Like in school. Just the four of us.”

Chris shakes his head, managing a broken chuckle. “It’s nothing like the old times, Dustin,” he insists, rubbing his shoulder.

Dustin shushes Chris, but he fumbles for his hand anyway before he turns to Eduardo. “We missed you, Wardo. Don’t leave again.”

Mark can see it in Dustin’s body language: he’s letting go. His body is as still as it’s ever been and Chris’s shirt that’s been hastily tied around his torso is completely stained red, along with the stairs beneath him. His chest shudders violently every time he takes a breath and his face has gone almost completely pale. He doesn’t look like the same Dustin Moskovitz who used to light up every room simply by stepping foot in it.

And it’s strange, because they’ve been surrounded by death for so long, but this is the first time that it really hits Mark: they’re losing Dustin.

“Hey. Hey, I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you,” Eduardo says uncertainly. “We’ll be fine, okay? Just stay with us.”

Dustin shakes his head and eases his eyes open. “Mark,” he says, and Mark crouches down so he can hear the hoarse words. “Don’t let Wardo go. Protect each other. You’re best friends.”

Mark puts his hand on Dustin’s trembling shoulder and looks over at Eduardo, whose wide eyes are staring at him as well.

“Yeah, we are. We will.”

Eduardo’s free hand gropes for Mark’s and he squeezes tightly while tears dribble down his chin. Dustin smiles at the gesture and lets out a long stream of breath.

“Give ‘em hell,” he says, and his hands go limp, head lolls to the side.

Chris lets his hand go and brushes the mess of red hair away from Dustin’s forehead.

“Find shelter,” he says calmly, though there’s a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Eduardo’s not as good at keeping his emotions at bay. Tears flow freely down his cheeks, dribbling off of his chin. “Wh-what are you gonna do?”

Chris looks up at the looming building behind them, the only fully standing structure left. “He always said this was his favorite place. Go on, I’ll find you soon.”

Mark nods and doesn’t let go of Eduardo’s hand the whole time they stand up and walk away.


Re: fill #2: in all this chaos 4/4 - OP

D: Noooo, not Dustin! *shaky breaths* He's only unconscious, right? Mark and Eduardo will carry him to their shelter and he'll wake up just as Chris returns from killing Tyler for hurting him. Right?

And Eduardo tells Mark that he couldn't kill him, he never could have, and how he sometimes hated himself for it because he wanted to, he should have wanted to, and then they fix this thing that's wrong between them, the thing that had Eduardo believe Mark came to kill him, the thing where he would have let him, and Dustin, who is very much alive, okay, rolls his eyes at them, because, seriously, did he really need to get stabbed so the two of them got their shit together, and Chris deathglares at them, because next time the two of them screw up because they refuse to communicate they can find another way to fix things, he's not gonna let Dustin get stabbed again. But that's okay, because they may still fail at communcating but Mark doesn't let go of Eduardo's hand even when they are not talking because Wardo is too emotional and who knows what he'd do when Mark isn't watching, he could just let someone kill him and then what would Mark do. And all four of them are very much alive and together and it's tough but they are tougher.

Oh God, whom am I kidding. You made me sad, anon, why did you have to make me sad, what did I ever do to you? Oh, Dustin!

Re: fill #2: in all this chaos 4/4

it's strange, maybe too much short, but interesting