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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 (+OT4?) in which the lawsuit never happened

This is going to be terribly long and I am very, very sorry about it, but it's very clear in my head but not so much when I try to put it into words. So word vomit should cover enough to get the point across. Yes? Sorry.

What if Eduardo never sued Mark? What if, when he read .03% and understood what Mark had done, he turned to look at Mark, saw him engrossed in his work and ignoring everything else, and thought "okay then", signed the contract and walked away without saying anything.
When the million member party starts, Marks realizes he hasn't seen Eduardo yet and looks around but cannot see him, and when he asks, nobody's seen Eduardo either. Someone tells him that the new contracts have been signed, though, so Mark thinks okay, and winces a little. Eduardo's hurt, alright, he understands that. If he needs time, Mark will give him that. It's not the reaction he was expecting, but okay (Mark was expecting an outburst, Eduardo yelling and protesting, showing that he cared about the company, that Mark was wrong about him not being invested and wanting out, but maybe Mark was right after all, maybe he really wanted out.)
Weeks pass and Mark stops being understanding and starts being angry and a little disappointed, because what the fuck. He calls Eduardo's number and gets a prerecorded message saying that the number does not exist. So Mark is angry, disappointed, and confused. He asks Chris and Dustin if they've heard from Eduardo at all, but neither have. After the summer, Chris goes back to Harvard and Mark tells him to call when he finds Eduardo.
Chris call says "He's not here Mark, he dropped out. His room is empty."
Nobody ever hears from Eduardo Saverin again.
Mark tries to deal with it for the following years. He's not very successful.

TL;DR Mark doesn't like leaving things unfinished and isn't the type to run from things. As terrible as they are, the depositions were a way to end things between him and Eduardo. It might not have been exactly cathartic, but at least opinions were stated and everybody knew where they were standing.
So what i'd like is something in which Mark doesn't have any of that. Eduardo walks away and doesn't even have the decency to tell Mark so he can watch his retreating back. Mark goes through several phases throughout the years (relieved, disappointed, angry, confused, worried, then it makes him lose his mind, idk) but in the end he cannot let it go. Because this was never what he had planned and it shouldn't have happened, and what the fuck, seriously, so Mark can't let it go. (also, it's Wardo.)
So he tries to find him, tries to understand.
I would actually like for Eduardo to be completely absent from the fic (physically, that is), for Mark to never find him.

AND THAT'S ALL. I don't think anybody is going to read all of this, so I don't have much hope. If you did read this ridiculously long and random prompt, though, cheers! My apologies.

Re: eduardo/mark (+OT4?) in which the lawsuit never happened

It's a beautiful prompt. Quite original and I can see mark made a similar thinking

Re: eduardo/mark (+OT4?) in which the lawsuit never happened

hi! i'm thinking about filling this but i was wondering if you'd mind if there's a moment of - okay, not contact, but some gesture from eduardo that mark takes as finally being the end? like, him deleting his facebook profile or something like that - not contact in itself but something that mark takes as a message. (does this even make sense?)

i just don't know if mark would just stop searching because he felt like it - it seems like there would need to be a reason, even if he fabricates it himself.

Re: eduardo/mark (+OT4?) in which the lawsuit never happened

OP here!
I don't mind at all. Actually, I agree that something would need to happen for Mark to stop. And I also agree that it isn't something that would be aimed at Mark necessarily, it wouldn't have to be a direct message aiming to make him stop or anything. Something happens and Mark finally, finally lets go. (I vaguely entertained the idea of something good happening to Chris or Dustin and Eduardo leaving a very simple and very Wardo-like voicemail to congratulate them and it being it.) So, yes! A moment like that is definitely a good idea!
More importantly, though, thank you! I mean, you said you were thinking about filling it, so it could not happen, but still, thank you for showing interest! It's oddly reassuring.

Re: eduardo/mark (+OT4?) in which the lawsuit never happened

lovely! i'm fairly sure i'm going to fill this - the first part should be up soon (by the weekend, i'd guess). :) I wanted to make sure I wouldn't be out of bounds doing that!

collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 1/?

why do i every single time i try to write a fill end up only writing it on the kinkmeme and i inevitably hit the backspace key and then BYE-BYE FIC. sigh.

anyway! title from the pablo neruda poem "death alone".

Mark draws up the contracts without letting anyone else know.

He should tell Chris, or Dustin – just so that they know – but instead he just tells Dustin not to sign the same contracts that Eduardo does, but doesn’t give an explanation.

He draws them up and if Eduardo doesn’t like it he can fight – he can sue, Mark doesn’t give a fuck, but Eduardo has to know that Mark is serious about Facebook, that he can’t pull his selfish shit if he wants to be a part of it, too.

Eduardo will either fight quietly or yell at Mark and he’s all right with either of those.


“At the millionth member party,” Sean says, with a grin on his face.

Mark gives a shrug; he doesn’t feel guilty but he doesn’t think this is going to be better or worse based on when they do it (when they kick Eduardo out of the company, for all intents and purposes).

He closes his eyes and he goes in to code for the day, keeping an eye and an ear out for Eduardo, not able to fully immerse himself in the work for once.

It never comes.

They hit a million members and Sean tries to give him a hug but Mark shakes him off, feeling painfully devoid of emotion.

Eduardo really didn’t care, he thinks, and he’d known that but it feels more real, now, more permanent than it had before.

He closes his eyes.

Sean leaves, with some interns, and when he calls later, in fucking jail of all things Mark doesn’t have the energy to be angry, just resigned.

“I will fix this,” he says, and in that moment he feels young; he’s living in a world filled with adults and as much as he tries to fix his place here he’s just a kid.

“I will fix this,” he tells Sean, and he tries to keep all of the emotion out of his voice.

He stays at the office for the night.

Eduardo doesn’t show up.


Okay, first: hello! Thank you so much! I'm sorry what you wrote disappeared the first time, though.
second: there are a lot of things that I like in there already, but I won't point them out in case it doesn't quite fit with what you plan on writing next. I want to see where you'll go with it.
third: I really, really want to punch Sean, which is a feeling I'm used to, but it's always nice to see that six words can bring up the urge again.
fourth: thank you! have I said it already? looking forward to reading the next part :)

I don't know whether it was a conscious choice, but your title is perfect and fitting, imho. Eduardo's disappearance starts by being simply mildly annoying to Mark, like an itch, something that is there but still superficial, that can be overlooked. And the more it goes, the deeper it gets to him. It gets to him, his head, and his heart, and his soul. So, hm, kudos for that! I might be reading too much into it, but either way, it's a very adequate title.

Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 1/?

you picked my attention

Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 1/?

I'm sorry, it hasn't even been a month, but is this going to be continued? Because I really like the beginning, it's intriguing! And given the prompt, I'm curious to see what happens afterwards.
You've been filling prompts left and right on the meme so I'd understand if this is abandoned, but if you haven't forgotten about this one, it would be great! :D

Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 1/?

PLEASE NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR POKING ME ABOUT FIC. i have this insane tendency to start things and forget about them and then i remember them when i get messages in my inbox (a terrible thing that i have is every kinkmeme post sent to my inbox which is why i'm so active on the meme *rolls eyes at self*)

anyway. it definitely, definitely is - i have the second part about halfway written and i will try my hardest to finish it tonight. SORRYSORRY. whew.

Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 1/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-14 04:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)

collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 2a/?

hello, lovely kinkmeme! sorry this took so long to get up - but thank you to the lovely anon that reminded me about this which made me remember i had, actually, written a good portion of this part. um. i'm afraid this is a bit disjointed from the first part, but i hope it's all right, anyway. :)

Mark is sure that Eduardo will come, prove that he cared, at least some small, infinitesimal amount.

He has to, because he’s never, ever left Mark before, never disappointed him even a little bit (before the accounts got frozen, though, before everything went to fucking shit because of emotions), and so he stays at work, draws in on himself until he can’t breathe, until he doesn’t want to breathe.

He waited for Eduardo to show up and now it feels like he never will, like Mark's lost him for good, and so he codes with shaking fingers, pressing buttons, because if he can get this fucking done then maybe Eduardo will come back to him.

It's a crazy thought but it's all he has.

It’s later, when Sean comes to get him – and Mark hits him, hard, hand smacking against his shoulder. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he hisses, and he hasn’t slept in too many days and his hands are shaking more than a bit. “Don’t you dare.”

“Mark,” and he sounds far away, now, looking at him with (false) concern in his eyes. “Mark, you’ve got to get home.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growls out, going back to his work, putting his headphones on.

He hears Sean leave.


It’s a while, he thinks, before his laptop is slammed shut.

Mark looks up, eyes wide, mouth falling open. “What the fuck,” he breathes out, staring up at Dustin.

“You’re going home,” Dustin snaps, and rips out Mark’s headphones. “You don’t get to do this, Mark, you don’t get to feel so fucking sorry for yourself.”

“I don’t –”

“Yes, you do. And it isn’t fair.” Dustin swallows, and his face softens, almost imperceptibly. “I get it,” he whispers, “but Eduardo’ll –”

“Don’t say his name,” Mark says, and this comes out something like choked. He squeezes his eyes shut, and for the first time lets himself feel the headache slam into his mind. “I can’t,” he starts, and cuts himself off, shaking.

Dustin nods. “I know,” he whispers.

Mark halfway falls, and he only dimly registers what happens next – they get into a car and Mark sort of falls asleep against the door, and Dustin drags him into his house, depositing him on the couch.

Mark really does sleep, then, curling against a pillow, and he needs to do a thousand and four things but for now, he can rest.

collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 2b/?

He wakes up, alone.

There’s a really fucking awful taste in his mouth and he winces, reaching out blindly for something – but he’s not in a bed, he’s on a couch, and the events of the past however the fuck many days slam into him like a train, and for a brief and terrible moment he can’t breathe.

Wardo, he thinks, almost desperate, and he wants to cry, shaking his head. He doesn’t cry, hasn’t in years, but he’s at the end of his rope, at the end of what he thought he could handle.

The thing, though, is that Eduardo has to come back. He has to come back and forgive Mark and then everything’s going to be fine, because if that isn’t the case, if everything isn’t okay and if Mark isn’t forgiven he doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

He sits up, though, and runs a hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut.

He needs a shower, needs to eat (and he accepts this, has accepted that he occasionally needs food, needs sustenance if he wants to stay alive), but right now all he wants is to crawl back into bed until the morning again, until he can take back what he did and make Eduardo talk to him.

(He doesn’t think it’s going to work.)

He breathes out, hard, and stands up, swaying a bit on his feet. His fingers itch for a keyboard, for something to go to, something that will distract him away from the memory of what he’s done and the knowledge of what he might never have again, but he ignores it, shaking his head.

Food and shower. That’s what he needs.

He doesn't need anything or anyone else.

(He needs Wardo.)


Facebook is worth more than he ever thought it would be. Facebook is more than he could have imagined.

It’s beautiful, and wonderful, and a thousand things – and he’s never really let himself think about it, never gotten excited in the way that normal people might get excited, but he does now, lets himself smile at that, though the smile feels empty, hollow.

Because for the longest time there’s been Eduardo, always Eduardo there to tell him he’s done a good job, be there for him. He’s never wanted anyone else to be there, never needed another person; but he misses it like he never thought he would.

He thinks, for a moment, about telling Dustin, or Chris, what’s going on with him – but he gives a shudder at the thought because they don’t understand, they can’t understand it, because they didn’t – they don’t –

Mark shakes his head, forcing himself to think the theme song to Cheers over and over until the thoughts cease.

“Wardo,” he whimpers, and he’s sitting on his couch, alone.

He’s created Facebook but it feels like it means – less, if Eduardo’s not there to share it.

He’ll be back, though. He has to be.

Wardo wouldn’t leave him for good.

Wardo cared. Didn't he?

Mark can remember - days at Harvard, laughing over stupid things, the look in Eduardo's eyes when Mark had said sure I do, the way he'd said shit, that looks good -

Mark closes his eyes, and it hurts, to think that might be gone. Might never have been.

Please, he thinks, and he doesn't know what he's asking for, entirely, but he wants, needs.


Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 2b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-14 06:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2012-03-15 06:32 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 2b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-18 02:02 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 2b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-19 06:35 am (UTC)(Expand)

collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 3/?

sorry about the wait, i am awful. um. here, though! :) and thank you for the comments even though i am terrible at updates. NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION: I WILL UPDATE MORE OFTEN AND WITHOUT NEEDING POKING FROM OTHERS. (it's april, you say? i laugh in the face of your concept of time.)

He thinks Sean might be trying to help.

He goes back to work, tries his hardest to fit in, to do work as he always has, but it’s hard, with the constant weight of Wardo’s absence on him.

Chris leaves him, and Mark goes throughout his life, waiting for Dustin to leave – and then it’ll be him and Sean, and that’ll be okay, fine, because Mark doesn’t need anything else, doesn’t fucking need anyone.

(He’s so lonely, though, and it makes him want to curl up into a tiny ball and hide away until he’s not lonely anymore – but this is his fault and he can’t do anything but take it.)

Sean tries, though – he brings Mark Red Bull and food even when Mark’s pushing him away, and he pulls Mark into entirely unwarranted hugs. Mark almost loves him for it; he’d be so much more appreciative if he could feel anything but the numbness.

He’s lost, without Eduardo. He’s lost and he’s lonely and a thousand other things, and he – he feels as though he’s falling apart, without Eduardo.

Because he wants him to come back but time passes, time keeps fucking passing and Eduardo isn’t there, not even a blip on his radar; it’s as though he’s dropped off of the face of the earth, and Mark can deal with an angry Eduardo and he can deal with a sad Eduardo but he can’t deal with no Eduardo at all, can’t handle the thought of never reconciling.

(He supposes it isn’t his fault, really, that he’s thinking of his life in terms of what would happen in a romantic comedy, based on how many Dustin made him watch.

Life’s not a movie, though, and no matter how hard he tries to convince himself it might, might, might happen, he starts to lose faith.)


Chris has never not been there.

From the moment he moved in, Chris has been there for him – through everything, through skipped classes and skipped showers and the time Mark stayed in his room for a week straight, only sleeping in fitful bursts. Chris was his mothering figure before Eduardo, but even with Wardo he was always there, always, always.

Chris comes up to him, though, because life moves on (and wasn’t it Mark that started saying “move fast and break things”, so why does he feel so abandoned when the world keeps turning?), and he’s shaking, a bit.

“Mark,” he says.

Mark raises an eyebrow. “You’re leaving.”

“At the end of the summer. I’m the worst friend, but I need to go back to Harvard –”

That’s where Wardo is, Mark thinks without meaning to, and the wave of hurt overwhelms him, until he’s closing his eyes.

“Mark,” he hears, then, and Chris is next to him, holding him up, keeping him sane, firm. “Mark, you okay?”

Mark nods, and he doesn’t want Chris to feel bad; this thrums in him, like code, like something he knows. He can’t make Chris upset, too.

“You’ll have fun,” he says, and his voice is rougher than he’d thought it would be; because he hasn’t spoken in a long, long time.

Chris looks pained, but he nods. “I – yeah.”

Mark reaches out for him. He’s never been especially tactile but there’s a first time for everything, he supposes. “You know you’re fantastic,” because Chris needs to know and Mark’s not going to assume anything anymore.

Chris closes his eyes, and nods.

He’s not leaving yet, but it still feels like an ending, a goodbye.

Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 3/?

no news of wardo and now chris is leaving ;_____;

oh mark. not that he doesn't sorta deserve it though =\

Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 3/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-21 07:39 am (UTC)(Expand)

collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 4a/?

you know, everyone seems to be saying that mark deserves what he's getting, which is funny to me because i don't think that at all. perhaps i sympathize with mark too much (my poor baby D: )? but thank you guys for the comments :D

Dustin, somehow, stays.

He’s upset with Mark, that much is obvious. It’s in the way that he stares at Mark, sometimes, as though he can’t believe it, as though he’s shocked that Mark could do something so awful – and Mark feels shame rise in him, every time he sees that.

But Dustin stays; he doesn’t leave, and time goes on and he’s still there. Mark finds himself reaching out for Dustin, more, lately, finds himself not wanting to be alone.

It’s been three months, and Mark hasn’t heard from Eduardo. He doesn’t think any of the others have, either; because they would have told him, he thinks, they wouldn’t have kept something like that from him, not when he’s falling apart without any mention.

And so he goes online, and does what he does best.

He looks – he looks, and he finds a Facebook profile that’s sparse, barren. They’re not friends on there, and Mark feels a stab of hurt at that.

It’s funny, how that’s what gets to him, above all else. Eduardo being gone – that’s something he can get used to, that’s something that’s temporary. But Eduardo knows, he’s always known, what Facebook is, what Facebook means to Mark.

He wouldn’t have unfriended him unless he meant it, unless he wanted – nothing to do with Mark anymore.

It feels like the stupidest act, for Eduardo to have done. Because it’s nothing more than words on a computer screen professing the fact that they’re not friends, that they never knew each other – but that’s the thing, that’s why it hurts, is because Mark does know him. He knows Eduardo, better than anyone else, knows him in the way that it almost hurts to know someone.

He knows what he’s like when he’s happy and sad and upset and a thousand other things but he’s not sure about that, anymore, because he’s seen Eduardo angry but it’s never been like this, he’s never just cut off all contact with someone.

Mark closes his eyes, shaking his head, and stares at the screen. It doesn’t have to mean anything, it really doesn’t, but somehow it does, means everything.

He slams his laptop shut.

For the first time in months, something other than hurt, than the numbness, courses through his heart. He’s – he’s fucking angry, angry that this could have happened, angry that Eduardo would have just left when he knew what it would do to Mark.

(Because that’s the thing. He had to have known what would happen to Mark because friendship is a two-way street and for Mark to know Eduardo that well it must have been mutual.)

And after a moment, he opens it back up, because he’s CEO, bitch and he can look at Eduardo’s profile if he wants to (Eduardo should know, anyway, should know that Mark would do this, the bastard).

It’s sparse; there’s no location, no mention of a significant other, nothing. Harvard has been removed from his schools, and so have any mentions of the people there. He’s sure Dustin commented on a picture, in the beginning of everything, something with a lot of exclamation points and hyperactivity, but it’s gone.

He frowns. The status hasn’t been updated in a couple of weeks, and there’s only one picture – Eduardo, looking stern but not unhappy, and it’s almost timeless.

Mark shuts his laptop with shaking hands. This is – it’s more than anger, this is more than hurt. This is more than he’s ever seen from Eduardo, and he’s not even done anything. That’s the thing, though – is that in not doing anything, in removing any trace of doing something, he’s hurt Mark more than he ever would have otherwise.

(And he wonders if that might have been the point, if the anger might have led him to that – but no, no, Eduardo wouldn’t do that. He’s sure of it.

He thinks.)

“Wardo,” he murmurs, and the name sounds foreign, wrong, on his tongue. He closes his eyes, and stands up.

Re: collapsing inwards from skin to soul - 4b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-22 04:01 am (UTC)(Expand)