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Mark/Eduardo DREAMS

Mark has recurring wet dreams about Eduardo during the depositions.


Mark somehow gets a hold of a PASIV and lives out lifetimes with projection!Wardo.

Re: Eduardo/Mark DREAMS minifill

I don't really have a coherent fic, OP, just a series of tiny one-shots, so I hope someone else fills this too.

They’re lying on the bed together, Mark’s elbow squished between Eduardo’s hip and his own. It’s a little painful because Eduardo is—and always has been—all angles and sharp corners and skinny limbs, but they're both too tired to move and whenever Mark tries to Eduardo will throw his leg across them and glare.

Eduardo’s breaths are long and slow and deep, his chest rising and falling evenly. Mark can feel him breathing because they’re lying shoulder to shoulder. It’s oddly soothing.

They’re both sweaty. A fat drop of it scuttles down Mark’s back, like a furtive spider. Mark can’t bring himself to move.

He’s forgotten what the moments after sex are like—all tangled limbs and clumsy smiles. It’s unbearably intimate. Eduardo is languid and strange; he blinks slowly and thoughtfully, his movements dreamlike and aimless, as though he’s in some viscous environment. And Mark did that to him, with his fingers and his mouth and his cock.

“This is so weird,” Eduardo says suddenly, laughing.

“What,” Mark says absently, watching Eduardo’s eyelashes flutter. They’re ridiculously thick and long. He could be in an ad for eyelash extensions, like the ones with the improbably pretty girls and their easy, confident smiles.

“Mark,” Eduardo says, laughing again, “Mark, we just had sex.”

“Yes,” Mark agrees, “But we didn’t invent it.”

“You look horribly smug,” Eduardo says, and he proceeds to thoroughly kiss Mark. There is tongue, and embarrassing sounds are made. Mostly by Mark.

“Better?” Mark pants, licking his mouth. It tastes like scotch, like the scotch Eduardo likes to drink.

“It shut you up for a little while,” Eduardo nods, closing his eyes. In a moment, he’s asleep.

And because Eduardo hates goodbyes (his mouth presses together unevenly, and his eyes go soft and sad. Even his hair droops. Eduardo is stupidly expressive), slowly, quietly, Mark tips off the bed and wakes up in another one, a colder one, arm oddly outstretched.


That was so poignant and bittersweet. Really lovely. You write very well, I'm moved.

Re: OP - (Anonymous), 2011-08-16 12:17 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: Eduardo/Mark DREAMS minifill

This is both beautiful and sad, and very well written. I can see them exactly like this.

Re: Eduardo/Mark DREAMS minifill - (Anonymous), 2011-08-16 12:19 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: Eduardo/Mark DREAMS minifill

Quite lovely but rather sad.

Re: Eduardo/Mark DREAMS minifill - (Anonymous), 2011-08-16 12:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: Eduardo/Mark DREAMS minifill part 2

one day i will get the hang of this...

Mark codes for eleven hours. Then he is driven home. He leans back and sleeps, dreamlessly, for the ten minutes that it takes to get there. He steps out onto the curb in front of his house (all blank dark windows and thin brown carpets) and starts rummaging through the pockets of his hoodie for his keys. The car starts up again, loudly. He hopes absently that the neighbors don’t complain.

He doesn’t go under. Not immediately. First, he pours himself a glass of water and gulps it down quickly. Some of it spills down his chin and onto his shirt. Then he scrawls a note onto a piece of paper.

I’ve gone under. If I don’t wake up in four hours, it’s safe to assume that I won’t be waking up.

He can write it without thinking now, from something like muscle memory. Only, the first time had read ten minutes and not four hours. Then, equally carefully, he scrawls the date and time on the upper right corner of the page and slides it into a manila envelope that he places on his bedside table.

Then he goes under.

At first there’s only the terrifyingly familiar feeling of sinking, and of something gently but insistently being pressed onto his mouth and his nose, but then he surfaces.

“Paris,” Mark says out loud, “That’s…unexpected.”

But it makes sense. His assistant Lisa has been talking about going to Paris for weeks now, and Mark remembers flipping through tourist brochures during breaks between coding.

Not that it really matters. But still, Paris. His subconscious is an idiot, clearly.

He finds himself in a little café next to the river, and it looks exactly like the one from the brochure, except minus a lot of the smiling people pretending to have a good time. He studies the cup of coffee in front of him, takes small sips every now and then.

A hand rests on his neck, steady and warm, fingers curling into his hair.

He leans into the touch, unthinkingly.

“Paris? It’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” Eduardo asks, playfully widening his eyes. He’s dressed in a suit, and must be feeling warm but he doesn’t look uncomfortable.

“I don’t know, is it?” Mark replies flatly. And it’s phrased like a question, but it’s said in a let’s-drop-this-subject-now kind of tone.

“Yes,” Eduardo says, smile deepening. It smudges the area around his mouth, making it shadowy, “In fact, your subconscious seems to have all the tact of a rampaging elephant. In a china shop.”

Mark looks at Eduardo, traces the lines of his face with his eyes.

“That,” He says severely, “was a mess of mixed metaphors.”

“The metaphors,” Eduardo agrees serenely, sipping his espresso, “They are mostly definitely mixed.”

His eyes laugh at Mark from across the table. Mark reaches across impulsively and steals the cup, replacing it with his other hand. Eduardo beams at him, tangles their fingers together and starts to hum La Vie en Rose as Mark glares back futilely.

“We should go to the Eiffel tower later,” Eduardo adds, hooking his foot to Mark’s ankle.

Mark just ‘hmms’ in response.

voilà le portrait sans retouche
de l’homme auquel j’appartiens

this is the unaltered portrait
of the man to whom I belong

OP - mowglimoonshado, 2011-08-19 12:21 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Mini!Fill - Time (Mark. And Eduardo.)

He's been warned about this.

He's not stupid.

He thinks of course I can tell reality from dreams, I'm not stupid.

And the thing is, he still can.

But Mark didn't count on preferring to live in the dream than to live in reality.

In dreams, he can build a world where he didn't have to deal with people if he does not have to.

In dreams, he can recreate moments and choose a different course of action.

There is pleasure in knowing death will set you free.

In dreams, there are brown eyes, lingering touches, and pleasurable sighs against his skin.

It took him a while to get the scent right but it's there now; the aftershave that used to lull him to sleep on the tiny bed at Kirkland is there. It's enough to keep him dreaming.

He builds Harvard because that's where they met.

He builds New York because that's where it all began.

He builds the small house in Palo Alto with the exact same hallway only in this one, nothing but kisses are exchanged.

Twenty years under, he jumps from a building thirty times taller than the Empire Estate only so he could see the real Eduardo across a table that might as well be an ocean and sear every detail of him in his mind so he could make his Wardo even more human.

When Eduardo had said you had one friend, Eduardo Under counters with I will always be your friend.

Fifty years under and under and under and under, Mark wakes up old and weary; mind exhausted but free from the weight of life on his shoulders. The sight of Dustin's face greets him and it takes him a while to process how young Dustin looks.

Two days up top and Mark is twitchy from wanting to go home.

He codes everything he knows into Facebook from decades lived within his mind and emails them all to Dustin to look over. He writes a will and slowly lets Facebook go; slow enough that no one would notice until Mark is no longer here.

Mark heard about limbo and how you could lose yourself in there; how you could lose who you are but remain with the one you want to hold on to.

It sounds perfect.

Four days on top, approximately a week after the settlement, Mark purchases Valium, throws his phones out, and locks every door in his house.

They don't find him until it's too late.

Re: Mini!Fill - Time (Mark. And Eduardo.)

I think I'm silently crying now. Oh Mark... I don't know whether I should be happy for him or not. He left to be with his Wardo. :'(

Nice job though, anon.

Re: Mini!Fill - Time (Mark. And Eduardo.)

ohgod sobbing. this is gorgeous and also terribly depressing ♥

Re: Mini!Fill - Time (Mark. And Eduardo.)

Oh Mark..

this is infinitely more sad than Cobb. I wonder if he's going to end up crazy like Mal, if he isn't already, yet.

Re: Mini!Fill - Time (Mark. And Eduardo.)

Wow. Powerful. Lovely use of both universes.

Thanks for writing and sharing <3

3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 1/?

Same anon as above with third unnecessary fill. Hopefully not stepping on any toes and hope you don't mind OP. I lied. This is a little over 4000 words now and I'm still playing with it so I thought I'd share some of it. Thanks to the above anons for inspiring me because without their fills, I wouldn't have thought of this one <3

Pairings: past Mark/Erica, implied Mark/Eduardo
Warning: Mindfuck-y? It's an Inception fusion so that's almost a given.

The Other Side of Dreaming

He needed a distraction. Something to keep his mind off her.

It was Wardo who introduced him to dreaming.

* * *

Wardo gave him the algorithm he needed.

Then twirling the marker around his fingers, he said that he could get her back for him. That he could be her, if that’s what he wanted. What he needed.

At first Mark couldn’t get his head around it. It sounded like a bad acid trip. It sounded crazy.

“Show me,” Mark demanded.

* * *

Eduardo pulled out some briefcase looking thing that Mark had seen glimpses of before. He explained that it was a PAS-IV, an abbreviation for Portable Automated Somnacin IntraVenous Device. A drug machine that will take Mark to a whole new level of dreaming.

“I know it’s not very convincing still but I’ve been doing this for a long time. It’s safe. Think of it as entering a program or something,” Wardo rambled as he untangled the wires.

That gets Mark’s attention.

“It’s best if you lie down,” Wardo says. “Just close your eyes and relax.”

Mark stares at the open case with the big white button surrounded by four silver buttons like five dots on a die and the wires surrounding it. “Are you going to drug me now? What are you going to do?”

“You wanted me to show you? We don’t have to do it right now if-”

“I want to see.” Mark says, trying to sit up. He can feel the curiosity inside him swell, trying to burrow out from inside him.

Eduardo laughs but it’s not a mean laugh. He has a hand on Mark’s chest and he’s pushing him down with gentle strength. “You will, Mark. I’m getting there. You will see and then you’ll understand. You have to trust me okay? Just close your eyes and relax. I’m right here. Now on the count of three, I’m going to put you under.”

Mark closes his eyes.

* * *

Someone is tapping him on his shoulder.

He turns around.

She looked so hopeful and desperate that Mark thought she’d come to her senses.

“Hi Mark.”

“E- Erica?”

“Shit. I’m sorry Mark, I should have probably chosen someone else,” Erica says. “It’s me, um, it’s Eduardo.”

“Eduardo?” Mark says, confused for a moment because he wonders if it’s always been like that but she smiled just like him.

“This is a dream. You’re sharing my dream. I’m a forger so I can be anyone.”

“Then how do I know it’s you?”

Eduardo grins like he’s been waiting for the question. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

* * *

Eduardo shared his dreams with Mark.

After that – nothing was ever the same.

* * *

They used to share ideas.

They used to share dreams.

They used to share everything.

(Now Mark’s dreams are beautiful, perfect and empty.)

* * *

Dreaming was unreal.


It was like coding, only more amazing, more intricate, more addictive.

Just more.

(By the time he figured out how to build a program and manipulate subroutines, he was well and truly hooked.)

* * *

Mark had known that he wanted to be an architect the second time he went under.

* * *

Mark is, and will always be, a creator.

He gets caught up in his ideas be it coding a program or a building a dreamscape.

Wardo always used to come down to get him like he would wake him up at the keyboard with a tap on his shoulder.

* * *

3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 2/?

* * *

Eduardo tells Mark that his father, Antonio Saverin, is known as one of the greatest extractors of his time.

“But I like being a forger because I like walking in other people’s shoes,” Eduardo explains.

Mark just thinks he’s not comfortable enough in his own skin.

“I’ve got an idea, something we can try when we go under,” Mark says.

* * *

Wardo, who could be anyone, mostly appeared as himself to Mark. Mark had seen a handful of his ‘skins’ but he found that the dream felt less real when Wardo was Erica or Alice or one of the rowing crew. He was disturbingly good at being an older man whom Mark assumed was his father. Maybe it’s because he can’t help noticing the façade.

Eduardo always smelled the same.

“I prefer this,” Mark says, without thinking. “You’re an adequate forger, good even.” Mark goes on, “But this you just feels the most real to me.” He knows he’s not making much sense so he blames it on being tired and confused, walking that in-between from one reality into the next. Mark fiddles with the string of his hoodie.

“Thanks, Mark,” Wardo say, beaming, his whole face lighting up.

(This is the Wardo Mark likes more than any other.)

* * *

Mark had gone in without a totem.

Because he’d trusted Wardo.

He never got around to making one.

He didn’t need one.

It’s a flawed system. Physical totems perpetuate the belief that an inanimate object with a secret that only one knows could hold the key to discerning one’s reality. Because you can’t trust your memory, you can trust a piece of metal? It’s too easy to hack. It’s an obvious weakness. All you would have to do is to tamper with someone’s totem to derail their perception of reality. It’s a psychological crutch.

Either you kept track of where you were or you got lost. It’s that simple.

(He let Wardo assume the green dart is his totem. Mark was really just playing with it but Wardo seemed so relieved, happy.

He didn’t need to know. It wasn’t important.)

* * *

“Mark,” Eduardo would say disapprovingly. “You need to eat.”

“I don’t feel hungry. I want to go down a level.”

“Not here you aren’t but you need to eat. In the real world too. When was the last time you showered? You’ve been here for hours. You need to come up.”

“A few hours here is nothing,” Mark protests.

Wardo sighs. “It all adds up.”

“Just another hour down here and I’ll be done.”

Sometimes Eduardo would argue with him but too often, he’d give in.

“Alright. But I’m staying to make sure you ride that kick up and stay up for at least an hour.”

(Mark liked it, Wardo watching him build worlds. Those dreams were the best.)

* * *

Eduardo used to sit on the bed beside him, long fingers caressing a tiny brass weathervane that he kept spinning.

* * *

They would wait for the kick together since Wardo calculated his to match Mark’s.

Sometimes Wardo would tell him about how he learnt about the dream world. His father had taken him on some of his jobs when he was just a kid, wanting him to get a feel of dream work from a young age. Once, Wardo told him about his mother. Her eyes were chocolate brown like his and her hair fell down in long dark waves. He has never seen her except for when he shared dreams with his father. He’d been fifteen when-

(Mark never did find out what happened because the kick set in and then they woke up.)

* * *

There were a few times when Wardo took Mark up with him forcibly.

To him, it’s like pulling a laptop’s power cable before it’s fully charged, leaving feeling discombobulated and out of sync. It would take him several minutes to re-orientate himself to his surroundings.

“I hate it when you do that.”

“You were down there for too long,” Eduardo would say, without apologizing or explaining.

* * *

They made a great team, the four of them.

Dustin with his hacking skills, turned out to be a pretty great extractor. Chris had always been good with details so naturally he was the point man. With Wardo forging and Mark creating – they were a formidable team.

Re: 3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-19 09:16 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP - mowglimoonshado, 2011-08-19 12:18 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: OP - (Anonymous), 2011-08-20 06:57 am (UTC)(Expand)

3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 3/?

More detailed warning is spoilery. Please highlight to read - [Implied unspecified childhood issues for Eduardo. Implied possible insanity and/or suicide for Mark.]

* * *

The Winklevii’s idea was the first one they extracted successfully as a team. It was a simple job. In and out. It was easy to outwit them. Their friend Divya had been their weakest link.

Mark loved it.

He hadn’t been in dream work for long but, already, he was intellectually and creatively capable of doing things far beyond anyone’s imagination.

(He wanted to take bigger and better ideas. He could own them all. He could have everything.)

* * *

Mark liked going in alone. It’s when he is most at peace and in control of the dream.

Eduardo’s projections are always cold and hostile, their gaze just that side of aggressive indifference. Chris’s ones weren’t too bad if you didn’t try to talk to them. It’s hard to try to blend in with Dustin’s because he likes to draw from comic books and movies. Mark thinks his projections are the best. They tend to be self-absorbed so his projections don’t bother anyone.

(When he’s alone, his projections take care of him.

It’s nice.)

* * *

Wardo couldn’t always wait for him because he had to go to class. He didn’t like to stay too long in dreams. He had never been too comfortable there. He was most at home in the real world.

Once, Wardo left behind a small gun with a neatly written note stuck to it.

I’m just on the other side
if you need me. - E

(Mark never used it, he always waited for the kick. There was no point wasting time.)

* * *

Mark had touched it, felt its weight in his hand. “This is a real gun, Wardo.”

“Yeah, I’ve found it works best that way,” Eduardo quirks his lip up. “So it’ll work down below too. I left spare bullets in a box in your bottom drawer.”

Mark blinks.

“May I?” Eduardo stretches out his hand.

Mark hands it over and watches the gun fit perfectly in Wardo’s hands. It’s an elegant tool of destruction.

“It was my first gun,” Eduardo says with a pensive look. “It’s fairly simple. You aim, flick the safety off and squeeze the trigger.”

“Um,” Mark says, not exactly sure what to say. He didn’t expect this, his best friend giving him a gun. Maybe it’s just a thing Wardo does. “Okay.” He wants to ask. “But what about you?”

“Oh, I have a pair of Glocks on me at the moment,” Eduardo says casually. “My father trained me to have a weapon on me at all times. Constant vigilance and all. Now it’s a force of habit I guess,” Eduardo says with a one-shouldered shrug. “Thought you might like to have a way out on you in case you want to go up but you don’t have to or anything.” Eduardo’s face is flushed. “I prefer it because it’s quick and clean. I mean if guns aren’t your thing, I could get you something else?”

“It’s fine.” Mark really has no intention of using it. “Thank you,” Mark says belatedly.

“You’re welcome.”

* * *

“Wardo, I can’t. I’ve almost got it, I just want a little longer.”

“You’ll always want a little longer,” Wardo says. “Come on, you’ve been there long enough. Come back up with me.”

“I need to get this done, you don’t understand. I’m in the moment-”

“Mark, it’ll still be here when you get back. You need to go up.”


“Because this world isn’t real, Mark.”

(It’s always hard for him to let go.)

* * *

When Mark is tired enough, too exhausted and caught in the dream to go back up a second time, Wardo would maneuver him into his lap with what seemed like superhuman strength.

(Mark lets him.)

“This will be quick,” Eduardo says soothingly. “It’ll be like a pinch and then we’ll be up top and everything will be okay. Just close your eyes and relax.”

Mark doesn’t understand until he sees Wardo reaching for his hidden holster. “No,” Mark mumbles because he’s doesn’t want to, he’s not ready. He still has all these ideas-

“C’mon, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Close your eyes.”

Wardo is counting backwards slowly under his breath and then he does what Mark can’t.

3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 4/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-20 07:33 am (UTC)(Expand)
3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 5/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-21 06:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 6/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-21 06:33 am (UTC)(Expand)
3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 7/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-22 05:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: 3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 7/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-22 05:59 am (UTC)(Expand)
3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 8/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-22 06:19 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: 3rd FILL - The Other Side of Dreaming 11/11 - (Anonymous), 2011-08-24 11:18 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Shades of You, 1/?

Yes, this is another fill. Anon at the moment, will probably deanon within a couple of days/updates.

Mark first encounters dreamsharing technology at a tech convention in Las Vegas. He hadn't particularly wanted to go, but there was a Facebook panel, and both Randi and Chris told him he should be there. So he goes, and he does the panel, and he wanders around the convention looking at the different booths.

The booth with the PASIVs is manned by a tough-looking woman with curly hair and a blonde man who watches Mark closely. He has a polite but matter-of-fact manner as he explains how the PASIV works, how to hook it up, and then he offers to let Mark try it.

Despite his misgivings, Mark says, "Yes," and follows him to a private room where there are a few other people plugged into a PASIV. The young man, who introduces himself as Dom, has Mark lie down before he slides the IV in.

Mark drifts off almost instantly and blinks his eyes open on a street in Cambridge. He knows the place -- and he knows the day, he realizes. It's early evening, the faint light from sunset still leaking from the sky. Mark heads in the direction of the AEPi party, astonished by how empty the streets are.

He opens the door to the AEPi house and only sees one person -- and all the breath goes out of him as he's suddenly confronted with nineteen year-old Eduardo, all long limbs and dark eyes and hair that he hasn't yet managed to tame. Eduardo smiles at him slowly, but there's something off about it.

"Hello, Mark," he says quietly, though it echoes loudly in the paralyzing emptiness of the room. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mark steps closer to him, his heart beating wildly against his chest. "Wardo," he says weakly. "You -- I, you look. You're here."

"We're inside your head," Eduardo says dryly. "Of course I'm here." He circles Mark slowly until he's standing in front of him again. "You put me here."

"Eduardo," says Mark, swallowing hard. "I've missed you."

"Yes," Eduardo whispers, leaning into Mark. He presses a finger to Mark's mouth. "Of course you have."

Then he kisses Mark, kisses him the way Mark had always hoped Eduardo would, kisses him and then --

Eduardo pulls back, a sharp, dangerous smile on his face and says, "You're an asshole," right before thrusting a knife into his stomach.

Mark wakes up screaming.

Re: Shades of You, 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-22 04:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 1/? - xbriyeon, 2011-08-22 11:04 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Shades of You, 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-23 10:33 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 2/? - skyearth85, 2011-08-24 03:46 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Shades of You, 3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-24 12:36 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Shades of You, 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-24 12:36 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 3b/? - xbriyeon, 2011-08-24 07:31 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 3b/? - daisysusan, 2011-08-28 11:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Shades of You, 4/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-29 03:16 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Shades of You, 5/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-01 11:22 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 5/? - xbriyeon, 2011-09-01 12:27 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 5/? - daisysusan, 2011-09-01 03:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Shades of You, 6/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-14 03:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Shades of You, 6b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-14 03:24 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 6b/? - ellot, 2011-09-14 05:36 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Shades of You, 6b/? - xbriyeon, 2011-09-15 12:20 am (UTC)(Expand)
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