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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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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.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five or six over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. (prompts for parts one and two are now up for reposting.)



Mark/Eduardo: The dangers of a Webcam

Mark installs a webcam on Eduardo's computer so they can keep in touch. Occasionally he logs in at night/early morning and watches Eduardo sleep. Yeah, it's creepy, but how else is he going to see the man he loves?

Unfortunately he logs in one night and catches Eduardo having sex. It's clear that this is not the first time Eduardo and Mr. X have been together.

Mark is heartbroken and devastated. He thought he and Eduardo were in love even though they'd never said it or defined their relationship.

This is either A: the beginning of the end for Eduardo in FB. An angry Mark unleashes his vidictive nature and lashes out at the man that's broken his heart. Or B: Mark looses it and goes on a coding binge. He withdraws from everyone, to the point that he passes out from lack of food/water/sleep. Chris/Dustin/Sean try and figure out what's happened and then how to fix everything.

I leave it to the author to decide.

FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 1a/?

((Oh, Lordy, it's been a while since I've written, but this inspired me so much. Well, here we go, I hope you enjoy! I kind of ran with the idea that Eduardo had laptop and nowadays laptops have built in web-cams and with a few quick hacks, badabing badaboom, you've got yourself a full view of everything as long as the laptop's open. Sorry if there's any mistakes, this is unbeta'd.))


Mark, though he doesn't honestly care to admit out loud, would do anything to see Eduardo. He would do anything to be with Eduardo. He would go to the ends of the Earth for Eduardo and he wouldn't even complain if Eduardo told him to go back. No, Mark loves Eduardo too much for that.

Mark loves Eduardo too much actually, so naturally he decides he needs a means to see Eduardo even when Eduardo doesn't want to be seen.

If there's one thing every one knows about Wardo, is that he is technologically challenged. Sure, he can work his way around a browser but as soon as you crack out the HTML he gets more confused than hungover amnesiac. Eduardo's naivety about advanced protection systems and his apparent need to always have his laptop open along with everything else gives Mark all of the tools he needs to do exactly that.

On nights when Mark can't sleep and Eduardo isn't on Skype or oovoo, Mark hacks into Eduardo's web-cam and watches him sleep. He can't help but smile when he sees Eduardo's stomach rise and fall as he sleeps, his positioning odd but Mark doesn't mind because he can see every curve and contour of the Brazilian boy's body. There are times when Mark catches Eduardo in a nightmare and can't help but feel a pang of guilt when he can't hold on to him, wipe the tears from his eyes, hold him close, and tell him that it's not real and that he is.

Mark loves Eduardo so much that even on nights that his eyes are dead and he wants so desperately to sleep, he still hacks the web-cam and watches Wardo sleep and finally manages to do so himself with a contented smile on his weary, exhaustion ridden face. He can sleep for days with Eduardo's sleeping form in his mind, but he doesn't care to admit that out loud.


Eduardo and Mark - for the first time in a while - are actually web-chatting. Mark can't keep the electric smile and the nervous flutters at bay, and he doesn't want to either. Sometimes he needs Eduardo to see how marvelously happy he makes him.

"So, how's New York? The internship?" Mark asks, his tone giddy and cheerful.

Eduardo's slightly pixelized, lagging hand scratches at the back of his head.

"I kind of quit the internship..." He nervously chuckles.

More curious than disappointed, Mark tilts his head.

"Why?" He asks, confusion lacing his words.

"Well, I quit my first day, actually. It wasn't right for me, you know?" Eduardo explained. He had been in New York for two weeks already and for one day of those fourteen he managed through his internship. Mark was surprised. Eduardo held out for everything to finish before he even decided to hop of the band wagon.

Before Mark could speak, there was a rap on the front door of Eduardo's apartment.

"Hey, Mark, a friend of mine is here and, I gotta go, I chat with you later, alright?" Eduardo tells Mark, gesturing at the door. Mark gives a sad smile and waves off Eduardo and nods, not trusting his voice. He knows that if he speaks, his voice will crack and he will break. He sees Eduardo every day but it's not every day that Eduardo knows Mark's there.

Eduardo gives his signature salute and shuts off his web-cam. Mark stares at the empty screen and stares and stares until he realizes his laptop has gone in to sleep mode and that Eduardo should be asleep by now. He moves his finger on the track pad and quietly hacks into Wardo's web-cam like he's done for God knows how long and smiles. Wardo's sleeping form makes his day more than anything else, besides actually talking with Eduardo.

FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 1b/?

Mark's heart flutters in his chest as he gets past the last firewall and finally gains access to Eduardo's web-cam.

The sight he sees doesn't brighten his day much at all. His heart stops fluttering and begins hammering desperately in his chest, his smile drops and his lower lip tucks itself just barely underneath his front teeth. People find the expression strange, but that was Mark's way of saying he was hurt, confused, and angered.

On the screen before him, he see's some... Tool... pounding into Eduardo. Eduardo has his arms around the man's shoulders and his teeth are sunken into the man's shoulder. Eduardo has his legs wrapped around Tool's waist and he's whimpering and sweat-drenched and making all these noises and Mark is stuck watching because he's wanted to see that for so long, but he want to be the one Wardo was with, not some Tool from New York.

Tears well dangerously in Mark's eyes and he snaps the laptop shut. He turns around in his computer chair and stands up on shaky legs. He locks the door of his room and doesn't even make it to the computer chair before he coils into a tight ball on the floor next to his dresser and sobs.

For fourteen days Mark had no idea that Wardo was in some relationship with a Tool from New York (a Tool that was better looking and was nicer and was smarter and more affectionate and obviously more important than Mark) that probably didn't know a thing about Wardo (but probably knew new things that Wardo never told Mark because Mark wasn't good enough to know) and that Wardo was most likely gonna dump after the Summer. (But what did Mark know? Mark wasn't as loved as he was, especially not by Eduardo. If Eduardo didn't care it didn't matter. Mark wasn't Mark without Wardo and the dim hope that something could come out of his ill-placed love. Now, he was left with nothing. Mark was just an empty shell that happened to know how to code.)

And is exactly what he did.

Re: FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 1b/?

Great start! I love this so far - my heart goes out to Mark in the second part, you really did a good job of showing his pain that Wardo could be with someone else.

Now I wait for an update!

Re: FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 1b/?

So thrilled someone's filling this! Great start - can't wait for more! ♥

Re: FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 1b/?


Nice start, anon!

FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 2a/?

((asdas;dfkja;dsf FEEDBACK <3 Thanks for all the comments! Please enjoy! Still unbeta'd trololololololololo))


The silence of Mark's room is almost deafening. The sobs have stopped but the tears remain on their steady course down his pale face. His nose is redder than Rudolph's and his eyes are red-rimmed and puffy. There are a few sniffles here and there but otherwise there is utter silence. An hour ago the room was filled with gross, heart wrenching, Earth shattering sobs that echoed throughout the relatively homey sanctuary in Palo Alto. Now, Mark is thankful for the silence because his head is pounding and his mind has the sounds the Eduardo was making on that web-cam on an infinite loop, reminding Mark of what he'll never have.

Mark rarely gets emotional over things. Mark rarely cries. Mark rarely cares. When it comes to Eduardo, though, Mark gets jealous, and needy, and restless, and giddy, and someone that he isn't around others because others don't fill that Eduardo shaped hole in his heart, mind, soul, and conscience.

And when Mark told Eduardo that he needed him, he actually needed him, but the algorithm was the next best thing.

Finally, there was a creak as Mark used the dresser for support to stand. He slunk over to the laptop and flipped it open. Logging on, he opened a few HTML documents, a few CSS documents, and some Perl scripts. He plugged in his headphones and (being the masochist that he is) makes a playlist of the most depressing songs he owns on iTunes. He puts it on repeat and sighs. His fingers clicked along at a rapid pace, pages and pages of code slipping from his fingers. All Mark could think about was the commands and the codes and the stuff he actually knew and for that blissful span of time, he didn't even think of Eduardo.

He still had to wipe his eyes a few times though, 'cause there were some cracks in his coding armor and Eduardo happened to slip through.


FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 2b/?

Chris, Sean, and Dustin weren't surprised when they found Mark's room locked when they came home. For once, the house wasn't the source of a party and everything was relatively silent.

"I guess he's wired in," Dustin said after he knocked a few times and received no real answer.

"We'll call him later. If anything we all have a master key," Sean yawned. They were all pretty tired. Chris gave a cute little yawn and strutted off in the direction of his room. Dustin honestly couldn't give three fucks and knocked out on the couch. Sean on the other hand, wasn't as tired and hopped on the computer for a bit.

One thing Sean learned about Mark in their short time of knowing each other, was that Mark was apathetic. Mark didn't care about anything. He was rude, sarcastic, and generally an asshole. One thing else he did notice, though, was that he held a soft spot in his deep, dank, cold heart for Eduardo.

Sean didn't like Eduardo. Sean thought Eduardo was pretentious. Sean thought that Eduardo was some scum-sucking road-whore set out to destroy everything that Sean worked so hard to build between him and Mark. He wouldn't be surprised if Eduardo turned out to a spy sent out to find out the status of the next big thing. Maybe the government knew about the future all along and sent Eduardo out to be Mark's friend to spoil the best thing that would ever happen to the Internet.

Yeah, that was why Eduardo was around.

No, Sean is not paranoid. He is simply expressing his (conspiracy) theories.

Finally, after checking Facebook, Sean turned off the computer and passed by Mark's room, pressing his ear to the door to hear the clacks of the computer keys before he finally turned in for bed.


When Mark checked the clock, it was seven-thirty in the morning. He had accumulated over sixty pages of Perl script, seventy-eight of CSS, and nearly a hundred of HTML. He was still coding. He was legitimately afraid of what his thoughts might do to him if he were to finally stop coding and give his mind time to think about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Sure, he could face his problem as if Eduardo weren't the sun, the moon, the sky, and the air Mark breathed, but that wouldn't work because to take that all away would just end in Mark floating in a dark abyss unable to breathe. He would be unable to die, though, because the man who possesses his heart is taunting him with it, letting the wounded organ beat brokenly. Mark can't scream for his heart back though, because Eduardo is holding his breath, too.

Mark stops coding. He imagines Eduardo isn't in New York and is here with him, holding him tight and breathing into the shell of his ear that he is everything. He holds onto his pillow and silently cries himself into a fitful sleep that is plagued by thoughts of Eduardo.


When Mark finally awakens, he reads the analog clock on his desk that reads 9:45 PM. He pulls himself out of bed and exits his room. He pours himself a glass of water and walks out of the kitchen. Chris spots him from the living room.

"Hey, aren't you gonna eat something? You must be starving," he calls out after Mark who is slowly entering his room.

"Not hungry," Mark halfheartedly replies and closes the door behind him, locking it.

He goes back to coding.

Halfway through another page of Perl, he opens a word document.

All it says is Eduardo Saverin for ninety pages.

Mark cries himself to sleep once more.

Re: FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 2b/?

You're making so sad or hurt for Mark because you know he's absolutely heart-broken. I don't think I've read him this far gone. :(

(Enjoying your story btw :))

FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 3/?

The process of Mark coding, locking himself in the room, drinking water (and Red Bull) and occasionally nibbling on a piece of toast goes on for at least a week. Mark is only eating and drinking enough to keep him semi-alive, because he knows that if he does manage to die, he'd like to die beside Eduardo, not because of Eduardo.

Mark doesn't even have the decency to call him Wardo any more. Wardo means that there's something there. Eduardo means he's one step away from being Mr. Saverin.

Every once in awhile he checks his oovoo messages. There are at least four from Eduardo. He decides to watch one.

"Mark... if you're at your computer, please turn on your web-cam. You're scaring me. I don't know if you're okay or not, just... just call me whenever you can, okay, Mark? At least let me know you're okay," Eduardo sniffs, his eyes looking like they have seen the better side of his tears.

Mark feels some sort of hope until the Video Message shuts off almost immediately after Mark hears a knock on Eduardo's door. Mark wipes his eyes and grabs his empty glass of water. If he's gonna cry, he at least needs to have some sort of liquid in his body. His knees are weak and shaky and maybe it's because he hasn't had a decent meal in almost a week. When he makes it to the kitchen, Chris, Sean, and Dustin are all looking at him like angry mother hens. The smell of freshly cooked steak, mashed potatoes, and a variety of other goods hit his nose and his stomach growls so loudly it sounds like it's yelling at Mark for being a bad owner.

“I'm fine,” Mark manages to croak.

“You look like death and shit had a love child. If they did have a love child, you would be that love child,” Sean snaps.

Closing his eyes shut tight, Mark fights a wave of dizziness, it has to be his eighth in the last three days and this one has to be the worst. He covers his blue eyes with his hand and shakes his head a bit.

“It's 'kay, guys... I feel... fin... I feel...,” He doesn't finish his sentence because before their eyes, Mark crumples like a puppet with its strings cut. His head cracks audibly against the tile of the floor and Chris freaks out when his sees a steady trickle of blood pooling around Mark's head. Dustin's already on the phone with 9-1-1, he's much more calm than both Sean and Chris put together and honestly he can't begin to understand why.

Sean is rattling off innate conspiracies of the government and the people who are out to get Facebook and he's pacing and running his fingers through his hair. Chris on the other hand in impossibly still with his eyes blown wide and his jaw dropped. He's shaking and tears are flowing and Chris knew this would happen to Mark sooner or later. All he wished was that he knew why.

Dustin dropped next to Mark's side and tapped him on the cheek a few times.

“C'mon Mark, get up, the ambulance is on its way. C'mon, please,” Dustin chokes out.

Mark is unresponsive.

When Mark knocks out, in his mind he is somewhere else and there is a scene playing out in front of him. It was the first time that he and Eduardo met, way back in freshman year. Eduardo had just moved from Brazil and he had a pretty funny accent. Kids would tease him for it, but Mark thought it was cute. Eduardo was oblivious to it, though. He had no idea he had an accent in the first place.

Mark runs into Eduardo in the hallway and they both fall over. Mark gets up and Eduardo is apologizing profusely in Portuguese.

“Huh?” Mark asks. He doesn't speak Portuguese, obviously.

“Oh! I'm sorry,” Eduardo apologizes.

Mark chuckles softly. He glances to the side a bit and worries his bottom lip.

“I like your accent,” he tells Eduardo.

“What accent?”

And that was the story of the happiest day of Mark's life.

In the outside world, the paramedics are putting Mark on stretcher. His body is shivering violently and his heart is beating faster than normal. There is panic everywhere and Dustin doesn't care that he only has socks on when he hops in the car to follow the ambulance.

The paramedics stand still when they see a lone tear slip from the unconscious boy's eye.

And this was the saddest day in Mark's life.

FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 4/?

((Sorry for the last crappy update, it was five in the morning and I wanted to sleep. xD. Here you go! I hope you enjoy. #sorry if there's any mistakes, it's still unbeta'd. ~nyannyannyannyan))


In New York, Eduardo lay restless in his bed, the steady beating of his... He wouldn't say boyfriend... next to him. For the first time, Luis actually decided to stay instead of going home to his wife.

Yes, Eduardo said wife.

By societies terms he was a home-wrecker, a floozy, a scum of the Earth.

He felt the exact same way on his own terms.

The only thing that really made Eduardo feel better about his sickeningly overwhelming "daddy issues" was Mark. Mark was like his wake up call. Luis was there to fill a gap temporarily and Mark was there to fill it completely. Honestly, he felt closer to Mark than he did to any one else.

Now Mark has dropped completely off the radar. Eduardo hasn't felt much more empty than he has in the week of Mark's absence.

Every day, without fail, he sends Mark a message.

Every day, without fail, Mark never replies.

Today, though, he was unsettled. He felt like there was something wrong. Something didn't sit right with him.

Then his phone rang.


FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 4b/?


Sean, Chris, and Dustin enter Mark's room. The floor is littered with Red Bull and old clothes and it smells like stale tears if that's all possible. They should be at the hospital, they know, but they really just want to know what was wrong with Mark... Well, on top of everything else that's wrong with Mark.

With a small audible gasp, Dustin attracts the attention of both Sean and Chris. They gather around the monitor of Mark's laptop.

There is a Word document open. It's a good one-hundred forty pages long. The first ninety comprise of Eduardo Saverin and the other was an un-spaced run on that started off hedoesn'tlovemewhyshouldieventryhedoesn'twantmeandit'snevergoingtohappenforaslongasilive and trailed off further and further for fifty pages. It was as if Mark was trying to encompass all that he was thinking into one session in front of the keyboard.

Sean put two and two together, his brow furrowed first from thought and then from rage. He stared at Dustin and Chris and rang up Eduardo.

"We need to talk."

Re: FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 4b/?

what. what's with the lack of comments?

Re: FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 4b/?


My writer's block is ridiculous. HALP ME.

Re: FILL: The Moment Between the Striking and the Fire 4b/?

hi dear writer :)
I read your last post, I went back to read your story from the botton (LOL flat view) and I can say that it's the prompt that isn't something I would enjoy (plus I don't like cheating fic).

Because otherwise I would really much help you (and comment your fill), because I like your style, it's very clean but not banal :)

(useless comment, sorry)