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Part 10 is open and prompts from 1-4 can be re-posted here if they were not filled.




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It's finally time for part 10, it's been a few months but even after the article of doom, we're still open.

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have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


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.



AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT re-post prompts from parts five, six, seven, eight, or nine. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.

Eduardo/Mark, on and off

Harvard-Era. Eduardo and Mark are one of those couples that is constantly breaking up and getting back together.

+ Potential angst: Eduardo comes back expecting them to reconcile again but Mark is with Erica. (And technicallyyy it's okay, since they were "broken up" at the time.)

OR Mark catches Wardo trying to get away from Christy who is being all clingy and doesn't get that he's not into her, but mistakes it for Wardo not wanting him anymore.

Between the lines (1/?)

One time, Chris made an off-handed comment when Mark was trying to stuff his feet into a pair of sneakers without retying the shoelaces.

"Eduardo is a little strange, no?"

Mark pulled his feet from the sneakers. They fell with a heavy whoomp on the wooden floor, and Mark could see Chris jumped slightly at the corner of his eyes. Chris quickly righted himself against the doorway, and Mark pretended that he wasn't looking for Chris's reaction.

Mark shrugged.

Chris waited, but Mark said nothing else.

"Sometimes I know Dustin would be upset if I went out at night and didn't come back until morning," Chris began.

Mark stared at his sneakers. The shoelaces hadn't been touched since he was in tenth grade, but the other day he untied them and retied them so that they would fit better. It felt all wrong and weird, out of place, but he left them like that anyway. Better not change them anymore, they'll feel even weirder.

"He'll get upset if I went out with some guy, but it's not jealousy," Chris continued. "He wants me to belong to him, but it's not the kind of belonging that I want from him. It's not the same feeling."

Mark kicked one of his sneaker not-so -lightly. It jumped into the air, bounced on the floor, and landed with a heavy thump by Chris's feet.

Chris stopped talking.

Mark looked at him then, and said simply, "Eduardo is not Dustin."

Chris kicked Mark's sneaker. It rolled and bumped against Mark's foot.

"It's not just Eduardo I'm worried about," said Chris.

Mark's socks are dirty. He hadn't done laundry for a month. And why hadn't Chris stop talking?

"It's fine," Mark said, rising to his feet to find his pair of flip-flops.


"Yeah." Mark thought of Eduardo's smile, and believed that he did the right thing.

Chris shook his head. "If you say so," and that was the end of that.

Between the lines (2/?)


In a way, Eduardo was different. Mark was used to having the type of high school friends that he vaguely talked to about classes and school-related things, maybe random mention of family, but that was about it. Then they left for college, and occasionally when he went home he wold bump into them, and nothing of them would linger in his mind but a faint blur of 'Hello. How are you? How's Harvard?' 'Yes it's fine' 'We should keep in touch'. A gray afterimage of a face at the grocery store perhaps, or a whisper of a voice passing him by on the street.

But Eduardo was the first with a clear image. The second being Dustin and the third being Chris, but the first was definitely Eduardo.

"Let's hang out," Eduardo would say, and they would really hang out, lying around the couch drinking beer. "Let's go to a party," and they would really go to the party; even though it consisted mostly of Mark watching Eduardo talk to some girl and being social and all Eduardo-like, nevertheless, it was a party.

Eduardo was consistent. He said things, and he kept his words, so he get to stay. When Eduardo said, "Let's keep in touch," it meant that Mark would get random texts from him over the holiday, and then the next semester when they didn't have any classes together came by, Eduardo would still crash at Mark's dorm room like he belonged there.

Eduardo was consistent, so Mark liked him. Mark knew how to deal with consistency.

But then one time they were really drunk, and Mark felt like he was burning from inside out, and the world was flickering at the edges, jumping from black to swirl of colors to black again, Mark had felt something hot and wet against his lips, and when he really opened his eyes again, Eduardo was there, wide-eyes and startled and afraid, and Mark wanted to laugh because this was not consistent at all, not Eduardo at all, maybe this wasn't Eduardo and Mark was kidnapped by aliens but aliens weren't supposed to be startled and afraid, so that was why it was so funny. Yes it was so funny so why wasn't Eduardo laughing.

It wasn't until the next day when Mark was sober once more that he realized why Eduardo wasn't laughing the night before.

Mark woke up to Eduardo burying his face in his hands, and when he looked up at Mark, his eyes were red and pitiful and sad.

"I'm sorry," Eduardo had said, his voice cracking into pieces. He lifted a hand and gently touched the tip of his fingers against Mark's cheek, and even though Eduardo's touch felt weird and cold, Mark didn't move away because Eduardo was so pitiful and sad.

Eduardo licked his lips. "Mark, I...." And then Eduardo leaned in slowly, but it was funny because every time he leaned in a little, he jumped back, so it took ages until Mark felt Eduardo's hot breath fanning his face.

Mark wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, so he did nothing.

And then Mark's lips felt hot and wet because Eduardo's mouth was against his. It felt really weird, so he was glad when Eduardo pulled away.

"Mark, do you...." Eduardo hesitated. "Do you want this?"

Mark didn't know what to say. All he could think about was all the times that Eduardo was nice to him, all the times that he hung out with Mark, all the times that he texted Mark like he knew that Mark was bored to death at home why is winter break so fucking long?, and all the little moments that Eduardo spent time with him, all of those memories being shoved and choked and squeezed into these few seconds, this one sentence where Eduardo was asking something from him. It felt like Eduardo was asking for an overdue payment.

"Why not?" said Mark, and something felt like it was collapsing inside him, but then Eduardo smiled, looking all happy and not at all pitiful anymore, and it was almost worth it.

Between the lines (3/?)

Chris was the one who was shocked the most one morning when Eduardo gave Mark a kiss before bouncing out the door to his class. Dustin was the one who whistled and said that he knew it was going to happen at some point.

Chris stared at Mark. He said nothing as he placed his mug of coffee on the coffee table and walked back to his room.

Dustin didn't notice.

"It's stupid," Chris would later tell Mark, who wouldn't listen. "It's stupidit'sstupidit'sstupidyourfeelingsarenotequalit'snotgoingtoendwellwhydidyou......


So, in a way, it was Mark's fault.

It was obvious in the way that Eduardo would kiss Mark, and Mark wouldn't do anything. Didn't pull away, didn't kiss back, didn't so much as blink. There would be times when Eduardo grabbed Mark's hand, and Mark would let him, and didn't resist if Eduardo pulled him against his chest, and Mark felt really weird, and Eduardo could probably felt Mark's body stiffened against him.

The most obvious sign, the one that tipped everything over until the foolish lies and hidden feelings spilled on the floor, was the night before everything turned to shit.

They were sitting together on Mark's bed, Eduardo leaning on Mark's shoulder, Mark working away on his laptop. Mark wasn't sure what happened, but he did remember feeling Eduardo's burning gaze, and then his fingers sort of slowed down to a stop, as if they were mesmerized. Trapped. Frozen. And then Eduardo gently but firmly grabbed the laptop from Mark and placed it on the floor, and Mark just watched him, and Mark thought he knew what was going to happen, so he waited. Eduardo kept his eyes on Mark the whole time, and then he slowly leaned in and pushed Mark lightly against the bed. Eduardo didn't have to try very hard because Mark didn't really think about resisting because he couldn't exactly think, his mind was in a strange haze, blank and empty.

Eduardo felt heavy on top of him, and his kisses felt wet and hot and strange. He slipped a hand under Mark's hoodie, and Mark's skin jumped at the feel of those cold fingers.

Mark thought about the school break when he was in eighth-grade and his family wanted to go on a trip for the weekend, but Mark was sick and bitter and angry, so when his mom asked if he wanted her to stay home he had said no, he was going to be fine with the babysitter, not because he was nice and wanted his family to have fun or whatever, but because he wanted them to feel guilty when they were supposed to have fun. Mark wished that he could have said no, he wasn't okay, so mommy could you please stay with me? but he didn't say it, so his family went to the trip without him and brought back souvenirs that did nothing but made him felt even more bitter.

And now Eduardo was touching him and Mark wouldn't respond because he didn't know how to respond or how to think about responding. He felt as if he was in eighth grade again, sick and small and not understanding what he really wanted. Mark felt like he should say something, but he didn't know what, and he felt so angry because he didn't know what to do and Eduardo kept touching him and maybe he should say something but he didn't know what and....

And then Eduardo stopped. Mark couldn't see Eduardo's facial expression because Eduardo was shoving his face in the crook of Mark's neck, but Mark could feel Eduardo's hesitation in the tension that stiffened his body.

The room became darker as the blue glow from Mark's laptop screen faded into screensaver mode. The only light left was Mark's very weak bedside lamp, which splashed a queer orange glow on Eduardo's back. Mark's neck hurt because it was bent unnaturally against the pillow, and his socks felt itchy against his feet. His back was sweaty, nearly soaking into his shirt, and the heat from Eduardo's body wasn't helping.

It was really uncomfortable, and Mark was sure that Eduardo didn't feel comfortable either. But he didn't know what to do but wait for Eduardo to move.

And then Eduardo shifted a little, and Mark felt something hot and hard against his thigh, and then his mind went blank and his body jerked and his limbs startled moving too fast for his brain to catch up, and before he realized it, the heat above him was gone and cold air brushed against his skin.

Between the lines (3.5/?)

Mark tried to calm his breathing down, in, out, but he must have been panicking because he was taking in big breaths too fast, and then he choked and coughed and his eyes felt wet. His throat was burning with panic and unsaid feelings.

His breaths sounded so loud in the quiet room.

Mark couldn't see Eduardo's face because the room was dark, and his mind was a jumble mess. Mark didn't know how long they stayed that way: Mark lying helplessly, Eduardo sitting away, unmoving.

It was a testament of how terrible of a person Mark was when he breathed a sigh of relief after Eduardo finally left the room. Not even when Mark saw the pitiful and sad and defeated curve of Eduardo's back as the eerie orange light swept it away from his vision.

Re: Between the lines (3.5/?)

Oh Mark you silly emotionally constipated idiot. Though Wardo is also partially to blame for settling for Mark's "why not" mentality about getting together (if he even fully gets that that's what they are doing.) Ouch though, being scared of Wardo touching him, though honestly mostly sad/unfortunate that it even had to get to that point, though at least Wardo had the sense to back off even if Mark is too frozen to be vocal about his confusion/DO NOT WANT-what-is-happening-ness. oh boys ;___;

Re: Between the lines (3.5/?)

I'm really enjoying this!

Re: Between the lines (3.5/?)

omg, please continue this, it's wonderful.

Re: Between the lines (3.5/?)

YOu are playing games with my heart ;_; This is awesome !!!

Between the lines (4/?)

Mark didn't see Eduardo for a time afterward. It was to be expected. Besides, Mark wouldn't know what to do if he saw Eduardo again.

Dustin randomly commented, "I haven't seen Wardo for a while. Is he alright?"

Mark was lying on his bed, the Art History book propped on his stomach, but he was looking at the words without reading them. Mark flipped a page. A naked statue stared back at him.

He shrugged.

Mark could tell without tearing his eyes from the book that Dustin was doing that comical skeptic frown of his. Mark couldn't blame him. Mark never touched his Art History book. He didn't even need the book to pass the stupid class.

"He's probably busy with studying for midterms," said Chris, who didn't even take a pause in his writing.

"Right." Dustin seemed satisfied with that answer. "Well, don't miss him too much." He winked at Mark.

Mark glared at Dustin. At the corner of his vision, he could see Chris shaking his head.


Sometimes Mark hated Chris and Dustin.

Dustin...didn't get it, and he kept making stupid kissing noises and random comments that poked at Mark's and Eduardo's relationship, and even though Mark knew that he meant well, his teasing didn't mean any harm, but the fact was that Dustin didn't fucking get it, didn't know about the the complications between Mark and Eduardo, so what should be fun teasing felt like a painful verbal beating.

Chris...Chris was even worse precisely because he did get it. Somewhat. Chris's words Your feelings are not equal you can't do this don't do it kept echoing in Mark's mind, heavy chains of guilt pulling Mark deeper and deeper in shame and silence.

But Chris didn't know everything. He probably knew more about liking guys than both Mark and Dustin and Eduardo put together (maybe not including Eduardo because he didn't know Eduardo anymore), but he didn't quite understand the dynamic between Mark and Eduardo. He could only make guesses.

"You can't play with Eduardo's feelings. Your feeling of want is different from his feeling of want. You're not....you can't possibly understand!"

"I'm not what?" Mark asked, feeling angry despite the fact that there might be an ounce of truth in Chris's words.

"You're not..." Chris fumbled with his words. "You're like Dustin. You're not like me or Eduardo or...."

"Like what?" Mark prompted, even though he knew what Chris was trying to say; he just wanted to watch Chris squirmed because Chris made him so fucking furious, the way that he implied that Mark's feelings might not be as sincere as Eduardo's. "Gay?"

Chris didn't say anything at first. He looked angry as well. Maybe even angrier. "Yes."

"Fuck you," said Mark, and turned away before Chris could say anything else.

Maybe Chris was right. Maybe Chris was wrong. Mark honestly didn't fucking know.


And then Eduardo finally surfaced two weeks later. He brought a girl with him.

Between the lines (4.5/?)

Her name was MelwhateverorBritneyormaybesomethingelse. Mark didn't remember. One day Eduardo introduced her to Mark and Chris and Dustin, and all of a sudden Mark's brain shut down, and he took comfort in the fact that he wasn't the only one shocked. Dustin looked like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, and Chris barely managed to hide his shock with a forced smile.

Eduardo didn't introduce her as his girlfriend, only as a girl that he had been studying with and had coffee with once in a while.

But with the way she was flushed red and looking at Eduardo furtively, they might as well fuck in front of Mark and be done with it.

Things...went back to normal. Eduardo still hung out with them, and he and Mark spent time together and talked together like always, as if that one night never happened.

But of course, he spent less time with Mark now that he had a potential girlfriend.

Mark was fine. He felt fine. Even though he hated the MelwhateverorBritneyormaybesomethingelse girl but he shouldn't because he was a nice girl, and it wasn't any of his business who Eduardo decided to date because maybe there wasn't anything between him and Eduardo in the first place.

Maybe that was a signal from Eduardo. That night was a fluke. Eduardo was normal now. He had a little bit too much too drink, and maybe was too stressed, and maybe felt a little lonely, so he felt like he had to cling on to Mark. But Eduardo had a girl now. Eduardo was returning to normal. They were going to be friends again.

It was fine. Mark couldn't give what Eduardo what he wanted. They were both guys for fuck's sake. Mark....he couldn't get hard for a guy, not even for Eduardo. It wasn't going to work out anyway.

Chris was right.

It was better that Eduardo dated a girl, someone that could give Eduardo what he wanted and knew what to do and would be okay with sex and things. In fact, Eduardo could just stop being friends with Mark and spend all of his time with her, why don't he? Just abandon Mark, cut off all ties with Mark, just fucking leave Mark alone and go off with his perfect fucking girlfriend why don't he? She was better than Mark, so why don't Eduardo just fuck off, fuck them both they could just go fuck themselves.

"You okay with this?" Eduardo asked, all wide eyes and oh-look-at-me-I-did-no-wrong.

Mark clenched his fists. His face showed nothing out of the usual. "It's fine. You don't owe me your Friday nights, Wardo."

Yes, forget it. Take that girl on a damn date and don't come back. Mark felt like he was in eighth grade again, because he secretly hoped that Eduardo felt guilty for ditching Mark to go on a date, even though a traitorous voice in his head said that Eduardo wouldn't even remember Mark when he spent time with that girl.

Re: Between the lines (4.5/?)

oh mark. you passive aggressive little idiot. xD

Re: Between the lines (4.5/?)

the "terrible" part is that this could be canon -.- (imho is something they would do!)

Edited at 2012-12-12 12:19 pm (UTC)

Between the lines (5/?)

For months after that, Eduardo acted like everything was fine between them, before Mark's spectacular rejection of Eduardo's advances. Mark followed suit. He was given a script, and the script said Don't fucking mention it so he was not going to mention it. He and Eduardo continued to hang out, and Eduardo would talk about the girl a lot but that was okay because Mark was getting used to it. Overtime, he learned to ignore the annoying nagging in his heart, and eventually, it became nothing but a faint whisper.

In a way, it was better for Eduardo to date a girl. It saved Mark the trouble of figuring out what he was supposed to do with Eduardo. That night scared the fuck out of Mark, and he wasn't going to bring it up ever again. And that was acceptable.

At least, Mark had thought that things were returning to normal.

He met Erica.

It wasn't love at first sight or anything stupid like that. A bunch of CS guys were planning to go out somewhere with a bunch of BU girls, and Mark didn't know the detail because Connor, the guy that Mark occasionally helped with CS lab, invited Mark last minute as a thank you for annoying Mark last minute every time a project is due. It was a cold night, and the group was loud and the guys were trying way too hard, and Mark was bored. He didn't remember much of that night, except for the time when they left the pub, and he was trailing behind the group, yawning.

It was a while until Mark noticed that he wasn't the only one trailing behind the group. There was a girl next to him, looking equally as bored. When she felt his stare, she turned to him and said, "This is really stupid. I could have gotten so much done if I'd stay in the dorm."

Mark agreed with a nod, and the rest of the way passed in silence between them. Mark didn't know why, but he suddenly felt the urge to look over at the other girl to see what she was doing. Catching his gaze, the girl gave the group in front of them a glare, and then turned back to him with an exaggerated sigh.

Mark held back a smile. He rolled his eyes and ended his display of boredom with an 'I am not amused look.'

The girl smiled, and it was then that Mark noticed that her eyes were very nice. They became soft and gentle when she smiled, and for some reason that imaged burned into Mark's mind without him being able to say anything about it.

For the rest of the trip, they had a competition among themselves of who could make the best 'I'm bored' expression. There was no winner; of course, the game was never about winning in the first place, but more about forming camaraderie when facing extreme stupidity. The group began to sing drunkenly again, and Mark imagined that he had a silent pact with the girl next to them that should things dissolved into more stupidity; they would escape and pretended that those people were not acquaintances. It never came down to that, of course.

At the end of the night, when they walked the girls home, the girl turned to Mark and said her first words of the evening, "My name is Erica. Erica Albright."

"Mark Zuckerberg," said Mark.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," and Mark had meant it.


Mark didn't go out of his way to find Erica, but he remembered Erica very clearly even though he had met her for a very short time. Her eyes stayed with him, and he couldn't forget them even if he tried. Sometimes he would see someone with a slender profile and long brown hair that fluttered in the wind, very much like Erica's that night, but when they turned around Mark would see that they did not have Erica's eyes.

He couldn’t talk about this to Dustin or Chris because it was too weird. And not Eduardo. Especially not Eduardo. Even though they were supposed to be normal friends again, his guts told him that Eduardo would be the last person that he could talk to about this. So Mark didn't try to think too hard about it. It wasn't as if he was going to see Erica again anyway.

Between the lines (6/?)

Eventually, it came down to Eduardo confronting Mark.

Mark was surprised when Eduardo came to his dorm that Friday night. Dustin and Chris weren’t back yet, so it was just Eduardo sitting in the living room in silence while Mark was on his laptop. Mark wasn’t sure why Eduardo was here because he thought Eduardo had a date with that one girl, but he wasn’t going to ask.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” Eduardo startled Mark from his thoughts.

Wait, what?

Mark stared at Eduardo. He wasn’t sure what Eduardo was talking about, but he had a feeling it wasn’t going to end well for them both. The what are you saying? was at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it down because he had a feeling it was going to agitate Eduardo. He would sound like he was pretending not to know, which was even worse than not responding.

“Did you even feel anything when I introduce you to that girl?” And now Eduardo sounded sad, and Mark’s brain couldn’t quite catch up to speed with Eduardo right now. The answer was obvious, but the fact that Eduardo even thought about doing this….

“What do you mean?” said Mark, and his voice came out harsher than he expected.

“Do you even feel anything for me?” Eduardo continued, and then Mark felt the rage bubbled out of him.

What the actual fuck? Mark would do anything for Eduardo. If Eduardo wanted it, Mark would try to have sex with him, if that was what he wanted. It would scare the hell out of Mark, but he would do it. It would take time, but he would do it. If Eduardo wanted to touch Mark and do a bunch of weird things that Mark hated, well whatever, if it was for Eduardo he would suck it up, because it was Eduardo here, and Eduardo was important, and even though Chris said that Mark’s feelings weren’t good enough for what Eduardo wanted from him, then what was good enough? Eduardo being the first person that Mark was willing to do anything for, that wasn’t good enough? Family aside, Eduardo being the most important person in Mark’s life, that wasn’t good enough?

And now Eduardo was asking Mark if Mark felt anything for him, and then Chris’s words came back, and Mark was angry because he didn’t know what he was supposed to feel just so it would be good enough for Eduardo.

But, instead of saying any of those things, “It was a test?”

“What was?”

“The girl.”

Eduardo didn’t say anything. He looked away.

That was all the answer Mark needed.

"What the hell, Wardo?" Mark felt the hurt coming out without being able to stop himself.

“It wasn’t….I wasn’t planning on dating her. I was hoping….I was hoping that you would stop me, but it had never gotten to that point.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything!” Eduardo swirled back to face Mark, both voice and heart broken. “Don’t date her. Don’t go out with her. Stay with me….” Eduardo’s voice drifted off, shoulders drooping because he knew he was losing.

“But you wanted that girl,” Mark tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “Why would I stop you?”

“You don’t get it,” Eduardo buried his face in his hands. He rocked back and forth, seemingly talking to himself now. “You don’t get it because you didn’t feel that way toward me in the first place.”

“I don’t know what you want me to feel,” said Mark, anger dissipating to be replaced with helplessness as he watched Eduardo broke apart.

Mark didn’t understand. He had hated Eduardo with that girl, but he wasn’t going to stop Eduardo. It that was what Eduardo wanted.

“You don’t love me back,” Eduardo said simply, his mouth thinned into a sad line.

The words echoed in Mark’s mind, looping and looping and twisting and turning, and Mark tried to make sense of the thought that was bubbling inside him. It was difficult to piece together what he wanted to say, but he did know that a sense of wrongness surged in him at Eduardo’s words, and by the time Mark rose from his thoughts, Eduardo was gone, and only an empty dorm room was there to hear him when he said, “That’s not—.”

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