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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
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[FILLED REQUESTS]

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have fun!

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



PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

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 repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.
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One-Sided Mark/Eduardo

So, this would probably work best pre-movie, but whenever is fine:

Mark is in love with Eduardo.

Eduardo isn't into guys.

I just want a painfully sad and awkward conversation between the two of them as Mark confesses that he's in love and then Eduardo has to let him down because he doesn't and can't reciprocate, and it's just sad all around.

Fill 1: With or Without You

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Eduardo reassures.

“I know.”

Mark replies as if he knew this already, like it’s an obvious fact. His statement should almost be one since as a person Eduardo is caring and maybe too entirely trustworthy. He constantly wears his heart on his expensive shirts and wants to make sure people are all right. Throughout their friendship, Eduardo tended to nurture him as if it was his role to take care of Mark.

“Then what’s up? What did you want to talk to me about?”

Mark wishes Eduardo would stop looking at him that way. He can sense the waves of strong empathy from Eduardo’s face; it is filled with no small amount of concern. Mark shouldn’t be surprised. Mark’s never personally asked to talk to Eduardo alone before. He’s making out what he has to say more serious than it really is. At first, he thought it was serious enough to warrant a chat alone. Now, Mark’s not too sure.

He’s so terrified that Mark has to have his hands dig deep inside his pockets, just to try to compose his betraying mass of limbs. They’re too shaky. He doesn’t want to give himself away. Well, that last part is not completely true. He wants to give something away, but the idea is alarming. Mark’s body should try to cooperate with him. Unfortunately, his body has other ideas. And oh god, he’s seriously blushing, it’s starting at his neck and the heat of the flush is making its way to his cheeks. This is really stupid.

If Mark thought Eduardo was concerned before, he currently looked downright worried now.

“Mark?”

They’re standing outside Kirkland house. The air is frigid and relentless. East side winters are usually notorious for extremely low temperatures and the threat of catching pneumonia is always in the air here.

Mark opens his mouth to say something, anything. He has to get the words out. This should be easier, but he’s beginning to sweat buckets in spite of the harsh weather and that’s not helping his case either.

Damn.

Mark finally raises his vision to Eduardo’s expectant eyes. He takes a shuddering breath and exhales unsteadily.

“I don’t really know how to tell you this. I, Wardo, we’re best friends, right?” Mark asks. Yet as soon as that’s flying out of Mark’s voice, he wants to strangle himself. Of course they are.

Mark can see Eduardo’s confused expression.

He nods, “Yeah, Mark. We are.”

“Then I should tell you that I love you.” There, he says it, three words that might crush his own ego, but he says it. He cannot not say them anymore.

Eduardo’s a little shocked, but eventually he smiles and says, “Mark, I love you too.”

Something in Mark practically, fucking leaps. Is this real?

He’s laughing good-naturedly. “I thought something was really wrong with you for a second there.” Here, Eduardo shakes his head, “I mean I’ve never seen you look so serious and intense or blushing and shaking that hard.”

Eduardo gives Mark another searching look. Somehow, his face manages to convey friendliness and familial care.

Mark’s chest drops, and belatedly he realizes the source of this: pain. No, no, no… Eduardo thought that he, thought the he just loved him like a really good friend, like a brother even.

Christ.

He sinks down on Kirkland’s closest wall, moving his lips back with his teeth, pursing them into a thin frown.

Eduardo’s grin slips. He joins Mark and places his hand on his right shoulder. Mark flinches.

“Hey, I thought everything was good. What’s wrong now?”

After a long moment, Mark turns to look at Eduardo meaningfully.

Eduardo gasps. He understands now.

“Mark, I’m so sorry. I don’t feel the same way. Mark. Please look at me.” Eduardo pleads his soul hurting for his best friend. He desperately wants to do something to make it better for Mark. He can’t stand this situation.

“Don’t. Leave me alone,” Mark coldly bites out.

He has to get out. He has leave to this place. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near Wardo right now. He can’t be next to him. It hurts. He hurts.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, OP. I tried my best.

Re: Fill 1: With or Without You

I did enjoy this!

This was lovely. I like how you made this succinct and understated, it added to the drama. Thank you for filling.

Re: Fill 1: With or Without You

Thanks. Glad to know the OP liked it!

Yes, exactly what I was going for. I mean it's within Mark's character to think and sound concise so that's how I wrote him. Do you think I should have been more descriptive or were there enough details?

Re: Fill 1: With or Without You - telm_393, 2011-03-30 02:45 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 1: With or Without You - telm_393, 2011-03-30 02:58 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 1: With or Without You - telm_393, 2011-03-30 03:03 am (UTC)(Expand)

Second Fill: I'm Always Right (1/?)

Because I read Lela's fabulous fill and my mind was filled with all sorts of ~ideas. Dedicated to her, naturally!

Disclaiming: Don't own. Don't know 'em. Don't sue!


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Eduardo’s standing in Mark’s doorway, watching the harsh hold he has on his posture, his fingers typing too quickly to catch what he hits when. He taps the keys in his hand on the bowl of spaghetti he made for Mark to eat (with just enough sauce to coat the pasta, never enough to choke Mark if he doesn’t pay enough attention to chewing it) and Mark looks up as if he’s just realized there’s another presence in his bedroom.

Knowing him, he probably has.

The keys in his hand get caught in Mark’s hair when he reaches to brush the Cheeto dust out of it, probably the only remnants of the last meal his friend had, and he bites his lip at the wince, touching the unwashed curls only to dislodge the keys so he can pocket them away from where they’d do any more damage.

“Here, I made this for you. Chris and Dustin had some, but there’s still another bowl and a half left if you want more later.”

He says it as he pushes the spaghetti onto Mark’s desk, near enough to his elbow that his fingers slip over the bare skin before he pulls back, and Mark jumps – probably at the feeling of human contact after what looks, from the state of his room and his person, to be at least two days he’s gone without it – his off-center balance almost toppling him sideways off the chair.

Eduardo reaches to catch him and this time he really does fall, making an exasperated noise as his bottom half smacks into the floor. Eduardo looks at his own hand; there’s nothing wrong with it, but the way Mark looks at it implies he’s transferring some sort of deadly virus, incurable and embedded in every inch of his skin.

“Mark?”

He’s confused. Mark’s never been a very tactile person, but with Eduardo, there’s always been an ease of physical touch he’s never allowed with anyone else. Something’s changed though.

“You can go now, Eduardo. I’m not a child. You don’t need to watch to make sure I eat.”

Eduardo isn’t going anywhere while Mark is still refusing to look at him, instead still glancing at his hand, like it’ll leap forward of its own accord and strangle him if he doesn’t eye it that way.

“I actually wasn’t intending to watch you eat, Mark.”

Okay, he was a little, but only because Mark might forget, not because he would purposefully avoid the food Eduardo'd so considerately prepared. But mostly, he isn’t lying; mostly he just wanted to take advantage of the warmth and softness of Mark’s bed and the comforting drone of his coding and study, or sleep.

“Then there’s definitely no reason for you to still be in my room.”

Eduardo stops himself from gasping out. That stings, a little, but it’s nothing new. Mark has never had a problem letting any person know when their presence is unwelcomed.

He just wishes Mark would be a little nicer about it. Eduardo’s always been very careful with Mark’s feelings when he tells him he can’t come up because he has to study, that his exams are draining his life force and he’s barely left enough to eat and go to the bathroom. But then, that’s the difference between Mark and himself. He’s careful with feelings in a way Mark can’t be or doesn’t care to be (and even after months of them knowing each other, he has not quite figured out which).

But he doesn’t leave. There’s something in Mark’s tone that is new, and if there’s some problem between them, they’ll have to talk about it, especially now that they’re business partners, keeping TheFacebook afloat together.

Edited at 2011-03-30 07:31 am (UTC)

Second Fill: I'm Always Right (2/?)

Closing the door behind him, he instead sits down on Mark’s bed as he was planning to. Raises his eyebrow, as Mark pushes himself up off of the floor and settles back in his chair as if he had never shoved himself off of it to get away from…

Get away from what?

And then it dawns on him that Mark has been this way for weeks – that he’s been pulling from Eduardo’s touch every time, everywhere they might be – and those raised brows furrow as he turns his thoughts to why. He’s so intent on dissecting Mark’s reasons for hating to be touched (and by him especially, which is even odder, considering he seemed to have passed that barrier before) that he almost misses it when Mark spins around in the chair and points at the door, his eyes blank, but more carefully so than usual.

This is not Mark’s usual look of disinterest, and Eduardo should know. He watches for it, so that he can keep their conversations on things that Mark will want to respond about, always tugs the thread of what he’s saying to a place Mark likes better, never wants to bore the endlessly brilliant kid genius he’s chosen for his best friend. Maybe he gets an extra rush of pride from Mark nodding approvingly to some of the things he says, yeah, so what?

“The door is there. I can open it for you if you find yourself incapable.”

It’s cutting and cold, and no, there’s definitely a care in Mark’s words, definitely something hidden behind his stare. He would say Mark is nervous, almost, but Mark has only ever been nervous around Erica, that he’s seen, and there’s no situation here that would recreate that.

“No, I’m capable. I’m just not going anywhere.”

Mark’s fury reaches his eyes for just a second, and that’s all the confirmation Eduardo needed. He stands and walks over, putting his hands on Mark’s shoulders just to gauge his reaction, and just as he expected, Mark throws his arms away from his person and kicks the chair away from Eduardo, so that the keyboard almost smashes into the back of it.

He doesn’t expect the tirade that follows, however.

“Wardo, I can’t – you don’t – you make things so difficult. Why do you make things so difficult for me? Things are hard enough without you—”

Surprised, Eduardo watches as Mark’s eyes fill with something he has never seen before, something he doesn’t recognize. Mark’s expression twists with whatever it is, and he cannot seem to look at Eduardo for longer than a second. They’re getting somewhere now, but Eduardo hasn’t a clue where that is.

“Without me what, Mark? What am I doing?”

He’s unprepared for the way Mark’s eyes flash, the way he shoves himself out of the chair, so fast that he almost clocks Eduardo in the chin with his skull. Backing away, Eduardo listens and hears things he’s never even
considered Mark might have in his voice, not ever.

Second Fill: I'm Always Right (3/?)

“You’re being you, Wardo, and you don’t even know what you. Ugh, I love you enough without you touching me so much, being so damn confusing and gentle and everything I just can’t—”

There’s desperation there, and frustration, and something painfully pure and honest. Eduardo’s chest suddenly feels tight, because Mark is coming closer, and his fingers curl in the perfectly pressed button down shirt covering Eduardo’s skin, and his lips are pushing too quickly through the air between them.

And Mark is right, it is gentle, when he pushes Mark away, carefully moves him to sit down in the chair again, but that changes nothing, it’s rejection. He knows it’s rejection and Mark knows, by the way he holds his breath, cutting off the harsh pants he was making a second ago, and stares at the floor as far from where Eduardo stands as possible.

Running back through Mark’s words in his head, he cannot prevent the soft, pitying way he speaks to his friend, his best friend, even though the sharp look Mark gives him tells him it isn’t appreciated.

“Oh, Mark.”

“Mark, I. I know it may seem like I sometimes—” and he can’t believe he’s about to have this conversation with Mark, with the only person he’s ever seen who seemed to abhor the very idea of being in love with someone, especially someone who would make the feeling trite, like his best friend. He cannot believe that Mark has done so much to hide this from him, and his stomach drops when he realizes how much it must hurt for Mark to have these secrets, to have these feelings. Ones Mark probably doesn’t understand or want, ones Mark probably thinks are even more inconvenient than Eduardo, privately, thinks they are.

“Don’t say it, Eduardo. I’ve already gone through all the possible outcomes in my head and decided that one plus one equals two, two plus two equals four, and you are as straight as they come. Don’t placate me.”

Despite Mark’s words, so logical and unarguable, he can see the little tremble Mark doesn’t stop his mouth making fast enough, and he reaches to pat Mark’s shoulder without realizing it at first, sighing for both of them at Mark’s involuntary flinch. Shaking his head, he whispers,

“If it helps…if it were ever a guy, it would be you. I can’t imagine trusting anyone else the way I trust you with myself, Mark.”

That was the wrong thing to say. He can see it, when Mark kicks the floor to turn himself forcefully back to the desk, when Mark’s hands shake as he rights the keyboard again, when his shoulders straighten once more but for the tiniest tremor.

He can hear it, the waver in Mark’s voice that shows itself for the first time since Eduardo’s known him, and wonders if Mark feels this way, this clench of his lungs and dryness of his mouth, all those times he says things that hurt people, without meaning to. Maybe it’s only because he does care so deeply about Mark that it pains him so much.

Edited at 2011-03-30 08:16 am (UTC)

Second Fill: I'm Always Right (4/?)

“I appreciate your honesty, Wardo…but I would appreciate it more if you just left now.”

And Eduardo doesn’t know why he says it, then, but he feels like someday when they look back on this conversation, Mark shouldn’t wonder if he was lying, if it was just Mark that he couldn’t be attracted to.

“I don’t want to leave, Mark. I don’t want to do that to you, because I admire you a lot, I do. I care for you, and not just in the literal sense,” he snorts at his own joke, trying for levity. Dustin would be better at it, but he would never let Dustin know what Mark’s just said, never hurt or betray Mark that way.

“I care for you,” he repeats, “and I want you to know things aren’t going to change between us after this, okay? We’ll still be best friends and I’ll still treat you the same.”

Mark’s breath hitches, and Eduardo considers what he’s said, thinking it over and clenching his fist to stop from smacking his hand over his eyes. He treats Mark so much like a significant other sometimes; perhaps things should change, evolve into a more platonic relationship, for Mark’s sake.

“I’m not gay, though.” He says it to make sure they both know it, to make sure that he’s not just agreeing with Mark to agree with Mark – to shut him up. He knows Mark thinks that sometimes, that he says Mark is right even if he isn’t, just to cut off his curt diatribes, about coding and his sisters and people in general that annoy him (by which he means most of the world’s population), and this can’t be one of those times. This is something he needs to walk away knowing Mark is sure of.

“I know you didn’t want to be, but you’re right about that.”

Mark mumbles something he can’t hear; he might as well be talking to his computer, because his voice doesn’t carry far enough for anything or anyone else to understand him. Eduardo shakes his head, a little annoyed that even though Mark loves him, he can’t even speak to his face.

Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5)

“Can you look at me, Mark?”

He feels terrible for even that edge of irritation when Mark does, knowing it came through his voice and knowing he has no right to it. Nothing’s changed except what he knows, and what he knows is that Mark is in love with someone he has no chance with. With himself, with Eduardo, and this is probably sweeter than he treats anyone, then. This is probably the most trust and affection anyone has ever gotten.

Because Mark would never let another person see his eyes like this, the tightness in his expression making them look darker and more upset than Eduardo’s ever seen them.

“I’m always right.”

Mark says it unironically, as though it were fact, and if it weren’t for the sad attempt at a smile he pairs the words with, Eduardo would probably scoff at his overconfidence.

As it is, Eduardo just stares into the helplessly stricken face of his best friend and nods, solemnly, once and then twice, not trying to stop Mark when he spins back around.

“I…I’ll go now, Mark. But only into the living room. If you want to talk some more later, Chris and Dustin are planning on heading to the bar at ten…”

Mark nods tersely, every part of him tense as he keeps his back to Eduardo. Eduardo knows without a doubt that there’ll be no more discussion of this. Probably never, for as long as they’re friends (which, regardless of this revelation, will still be for a long, long time, Eduardo hopes).

He nods toward the spaghetti.

“Eat, Mark. Please.”

And walks out of Mark’s bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

Even when he realizes he’s left his Econ book on Mark’s bed, he just continues over to the couch, smiling faintly at Dustin’s usual obnoxious greeting and losing his thoughts in the mindless television Chris has on for the background white noise while he studies.

Re: Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5)

Ok, so I'm going to try and be as eloquent and poetic and sweet as you are in your comments, but I just have to get something out of the way first:

ARTRRGRGHHHGHG THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY ALREADY OVERFLOWING HEART WHYYYYSHJ WARDO WHY??

Ok. I'm over it. Kind of.

So yeah, this is amazing. Your Mark is...stunning. I have such a major soft spot for him, both the Social Network/Jesse Eisenberg presentation of him and the real guy, so this fill genuinly filled me with emotions that I am a little embarrassed to talk about. I just want to give him a hug, maybe run my hand through his lovely curls and tell him that it is going to be alright. I adore how vulnerable Mark is here and yet how much he tries to hide it, as though he isn't sure at all how to BE vulnerable. Or as if he's scared to be. And how desperately he tries to hide it from Eduardo, ugh. It's heartbreaking.

It was this line that did it:

“You’re being you, Wardo, and you don’t even know what you. Ugh, I love you enough without you touching me so much, being so damn confusing and gentle and everything I just can’t—”

I love you enough without you touching me.

I LOVE YOU ENOUGH WITHOUT YOU TOUCHING ME.

Legitimately may have made a small whimpering sound when I read that line. If possible, I fell even more in love with him purely because of that line, how painful it is, how openly honest he is FOR ONCE and how uncomfortable he is with that. Argh. I just want to live in a cottage in a forest with him and like, I don't know, go on long rambling walks with him or something, which is insane because this is a fictional version of him but WHATEVER, I COULD LOOK AFTER HIM.

Do you see what you're doing to me? DO YOU SEE? My level of coherency has dropped to about minus forty and now I'm picking out what colour curtains me and your Mark would have when we live together and I take care of him after Eduardo turned him down.

I should be banned from the internet.

The eloquence and poetry did not appear, as you have probably ascertained by now.

But you. You are good. Like, really good. The way you put lines together, and your ideas and, just, wow. Go away. You're ruining me. EXCEPT DON'T GO AWAY, NEVER LEAVE.

<3 <3 <3 <3

P.S. I read Lela's fill for this and I don't even know why I didn't comment on it. I think I was hurting too much. THANKS FOR THAT LELA xxx

Re: Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5)

You're welcome.

But if my fill reduced to you to hurting too much, what has Andrea's fill done to you? 'Cause hers was more emotional than mine or I don't know we had different descriptions and ways of showing Mark's emotions and we characterized Eduardo differently.

Re: Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5)

Andrea, woman are you seriously trying to hurt me? Wait, don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question.

Gosh, what can I say about this? So much man, just let me try to form words and thoughts into the right combinations.

*breath* Right, so first off let me tell you that I'm honored that you dedicated this to little ole me. :)

Uh, second and so forth.

I just honestly loved this fill of yours. It's so brilliant. Your Mark is very great. He's characterized as vulnerable yet trying so hard to hold back his feelings. He doesn't understand his feelings and he never wanted, never wanted to feel this way and yet he does. It's painful reading line after line. I also can't forget the frustration and even anger that Mark displayed. It was fitting.

Next: your Eduardo, aww. His reactions were really fleshed out (um, unlike mine). He's understanding and wonderful, but he doesn't feel the same way. The way that you wrote and described the angst..I really felt them, and that is why that I have to tell you my dear that I both admire you as a person and respect you as a writer so much.

Re: Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5)

This was really good and I loved it! The drama was really well done, and I loved the way that this was in Eduardo's POV, because now I have a Mark POV story and an Eduardo POV story and I could not be happier about it! Mark broke my heart, and so did Eduardo's reactions. I adored the fact that there's inevitably a difference in what Mark and Eduardo feel, because Mark is in love with Eduardo, but Eduardo loved Mark but really doesn't even have the ability to be in love with him. It's all very sad, and, just like leladancer's fic got the feeling of being hopelessly in love with somebody who will never love you the way you love them down, your fic got the feeling of somebody loving you in a way that is impossible to return.

Re: Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5)

(Anonymous)
It's definitely wasn't a good idea to put on sad music once I read the prompt.

MY HEART IS IN GREAT PAIN. I just, it's the first time I've honestly felt sosososo BAD for Mark in any fic.He actually conveys so much emotion and I really felt it, especially with the shuddering shoulders and such. I guess I connect to him in some profound homosexual way. xD

And Eduardo, he handled it very well, he didn't deserve as much stinging words and general disdain. HE'S SORRY MARK, HE JUST DOESN'T SWING THAT WAY. Eduardo feels just as bad too, and that's what gets me.
He can hear it, the waver in Mark’s voice that shows itself for the first time since Eduardo’s known him, and wonders if Mark feels this way, this clench of his lungs and dryness of his mouth, all those times he says things that hurt people, without meaning to. Maybe it’s only because he does care so deeply about Mark that it pains him so much.
JUST I CANNOT CONTAIN MY ABSOLUTE LOVE FOR YOUR FICS.

You are worthy for any project, I think. (: <333
I also apologize that my comments are so disjointed and weird.

BUT I ALSO LOVE THAT EDUARDO REMINDED HIM TO EAT ONCE HE LEFT, RIPPED MY HEART OUT.
In a good way, bahaha. Eduardo was willing to sacrifice himself to maintain the relationship with Mark that he had before and HE IS SO HONORABLE AND GENUINE I LOVE HIM. What an amazing man. Just, dnogwrnohne3thjpetj.

I like the word just.
Okay done.
I love you. <3

Re: Second Fill: I'm Always Right (5/5)

FUCKING UST. IT MAKETH ME DIE. SLOW.

You got me by this little detail He taps the keys in his hand on the bowl of spaghetti he made for Mark to eat (with just enough sauce to coat the pasta, never enough to choke Mark if he doesn’t pay enough attention to chewing it) and Mark looks up as if he’s just realized there’s another presence in his bedroom. Well you already have me but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN BB.

I know it's been said but:

I love you enough without you touching me

If I knew how to make font increase I would. SO IMAGINE IT.

Also seconding that Wardo reminded him to it. YOU KILL ME SOFTLY WITH YOUR SONG WONDERFUL WORDS. LIKE HO SHIT.

It's not that Wardo doesn't love him but it's not in ~that way and that burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrns like a mofo.

Plus he's in the living room. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR. YOU SLAY ME.

Read it again and I have to say it is somehow worse that Eduardo says if it would be anyone it would be Mark. BECAUSE IT ISN'T. GDI. Unrequited fics can be worse than death fics sometimes. He can have it. In another world but not this one. Ow ow ow.

Thanks for writing and sharing. ILU <3