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It's Complicated: But sexy!

Mark Zuckerberg
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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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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.



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Eduardo renounces his US citizenship right before Mark's birthday. Mark takes it to heart, because he's still had hope or something okay stop judging him. It's just business for Wardo ("smart business, Mark, something you didn't think I was capable of.") and that pisses Mark off, obviously. Dirty, hard fucking ensues. On his birthday.

OMG anon. This is a great prompt and I might cry if it's not filled.

Fill: you don't get that kind of lifeline (1)

05/11/2012 PDT

Mark's assistant Julie tilted her screen when he passed her by. It was the uneasy ruffle of her hair, the way her shoulders were too tense for a Friday morning that gave something away, made him glance back at her questionably. She leaned on a side, shoulder blocking the monitor, and ruffled her hair again.

Elegantly subtle.

Mark turned away, checking his phone as he walked on. His lockscreen was empty even though it had been several hours now since the article got published.

No one had to tell him, so no one told him. To be fair, everyone knew he was going to find out eventually. If he didn't find out today, he'd find out tomorrow. It was only a matter of time.

And he'd seen it this morning, like everyone else did, toothbrush in his mouth and pants still on the floor. He didn't live under a rock. Only under a seven-million-dollar roof, and under a laptop, a window to the world.

It didn't take too long for everyone to catch on that he knew too. Maybe his pale and lifeless expression gave it away. Not that he wasn't pale and almost lifeless to begin with, but he was more self-conscious about his face today, when he found it staring back at him in the washroom mirror. Pale with repressed anger. Eyes a shade of lifeless blue.

The interns stole glances at him, stepped out of his path yards ahead, like he was going to bulldozer them over, like he was the Hulk or something, except green wasn't exactly the colour of anger, wasn't exactly the colour he was feeling.

Dustin gave him sympathetic looks and didn't say anything even though he did try, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly.

Chris had passed Mark, holding a phone against his cheek, and he gave him a concerned look, a tacit you okay? , an apologetic wince as he continued arguing with whoever was on the other end. Sean, who walked in late, showed a smile that was a little tight, a little forced, like he was trying hard to ignore what Mark might or might not be feeling, but having a hard time doing so.

Mark wasn't sure if the news was supposed to hurt or anger him. A little bit of both, a little bit of neither.

He coded the whole day without much of a break, dismissed lunch and Chris and Dustin and Sean by pretending he couldn't hear their knocks on his office door, or their words of concern coming through his phone.

This was his problem, he thought, resolutely. No one else's.

And if he chose to ignore it, then it was also his choice, and nobody else's.

Fill: you don't get that kind of lifeline (2)

05/12/2012 PDT – 05/13/2012 SGT

Except he didn't choose to ignore it.

After five articles on the subject, a good two hundred comments from people who had no business caring about why Eduardo had given his citizenship up, a can of Red Bulls, and a pack of Red Vines, Mark opened an airlines tab and booked direct flight tickets to Changi Airport, Singapore.

The long flight couldn't honestly have felt longer. When Mark stepped off the plane and was hit by ninety degrees of sheer humid heat and the insurmountable urge to sleep for three days straight, he got so cranky he couldn't stop imagining what it would feel like to be able to crack the necks of the airport people with just sheer will alone.

05/13/2012 SGT

Eduardo wasn't back yet. It figured. He was probably still doing some legwork back in the States. Mark shrugged at the closed door of Eduardo's apartment, then felt stupid doing so.

It felt strange, being here alone in the middle of a foreign land. One with no gum and lots of night lights and people speaking three languages in a single sentence. Mark googled 'shit to do in Singapore', hoped that Eduardo would appear by the time he read all the results on the first page. It didn't take too long before he realised he might as well count to infinite, and back.

Mark slid to the floor, his back against the door, his eyelids half-mast, his brain threatening to shut down. Killing time fighting a losing battle against jetlag suddenly sounded like a good idea.

(It wasn't).

In between restless naps, he would stare hard at the passing neighbours, spiting them wordlessly for not being Eduardo. Said neighbours, realising that he was like some hostile hobo camping at the foot of a door, said stuff under their breaths, like, "is he siao or what" and made sure not to make eye contact with him again before disappearing into their respective apartments. A wise choice, he projected at the closed doors.

Two or three shallow naps later, Mark woke up with a jolt, a little disoriented and unsure how he'd gotten from his office to this murky hallway. But then he started remembering, in succession, bits and pieces of the articles he'd read over and over the past day. From his desk, to the ride to the airport, on the plane, all the way here.

'Citizenship', 'renunciation', 'Eduardo Saverin', 'co-founder of—', 'May 11 2012'.

He checked his phone, the screen lighting up too bright it hurt. The corridor lights had denied Mark's presence, switched off maybe an hour ago. He ignored the messages, ignored the emails, the notifications, only looked at the time. And then the date, and then back at time.

In two minutes, it was going to be midnight.

In one minute, it was going to be his birthday.

Fill: you don't get that kind of lifeline (3)

What was he even doing here? Mark wondered idly.

The whole idea of flying out all the way to Singapore was stupid. Immature, in fact. Undeniably melodramatic too, and he wasn't really one for drama.

What was he doing here?

He was angry. Maybe not in its strictest sense, but there was no doubt of it now, right? Why else would he be there? Why else did he fly across the globe?

But it wasn't exactly anger about the renunciation. It wasn't even about Eduardo moving to Singapore. Not really. This place was closer than, say, Australia or Mars or what have you. And there were direct flights available, it wasn't exactly out of reach, had Mark wanted to make a move.

Maybe it was because he wanted to make a move, but hadn't known how, hadn't known it was even his turn.

Like a game of chess Mark had completely overlooked for years. One where Eduardo kept making his moves, one where Mark kept letting his timer run dry. And Eduardo had played against Mark's silence, this whole time.

Mark was never able to get rid of the sinking feeling he'd had ever since Eduardo smashed his laptop, that fateful day at the office. It had only doubled later on at the depositions when Eduardo later said I was your only friend. Tripled later on when they settled and Eduardo wouldn't even look him in the eye.

And then Eduardo moved to Singapore. And then Eduardo renounced his citizenship.

All Eduardo's moves. One after the other.

So here Mark was.

(Sometimes Mark would think that there wasn't much he could do. Mark had hurt Eduardo, and Eduardo had every right to hurt him back, hurt him even more, taunt him to play this game of revenge-recursion, kickstart this endless circle of pain.

But somehow. Somehow this didn't feel like just pure revenge, or sheer spite. It felt like something else, something more.

And Mark wanted to know what that something more was.

Or at least, wanted to know for sure.)

Fill: you don't get that kind of lifeline (4)

hahahahahah omg i wanted to just do this for the sake of never posting on a kinkmeme anonymously and i just up and forgot to check the anon thing. the only reason why I'm going to say it's okay, is because 1) if you search on ao3 you'll find me anyways 2) no one reads this kinkmeme anymore anyways

05/14/2012 SGT

Eduardo stepped out from the elevator with a carry-on luggage stuttering behind him.

It took him a few more steps down the hall before he realised what was camping in front of his door. When he did, his eyes dilated, almost cartoon-ishly, before his expression turned bitter and cold.

Mark stood up immediately. They stayed still and quiet for a bit, like the sixth ice age had just overcome them.

"I take it you took it quite personally," Eduardo said, finally, after an incredulous huff. He patted his pockets, looking for his keys.

"I don't see how else to take it," Mark replied, flat, but also a little groggy, a little testy.

"Not everything's about you, Mark. Jesus," Eduardo said, his words laced with exhaustion and a hint of impatience. Or more than just a hint of impatience. "Do you know how tedious it is to file taxes abroad?" He scoffed, "who am I kidding. Of course not. You probably don't even do your own taxes." He found his keys and pushed past Mark to get to his door. "I'm not inviting you in, so go fuck yourself or a computer or Sean or whatever. I've had a long day. God, I really shouldn't have to see your face."

"It's not about the taxes," Mark said, stubbornly. Quietly. He wasn't sure if he was defending Eduardo from the anonymous comments on the article or accusing Eduardo for something else. He watched Eduardo lower his head in mock defeat. His hair was a little fluffier than the last time Mark had seen him, a few years ago at a shareholder's meeting. The gel was evidently worn from a long day. Eduardo turned to look at him again, his back against the door.

Re: Fill: you don't get that kind of lifeline (4)

Will there be more? 0.0