Bones (10/10)

title: Bones (10/10)
pairing: Mark/Eduardo
disclaimer: Based on the Social Network idea of Mark Eduardo, but in no way true. All from my own head.
: I wrote this story 9 years ago, then I went away before I could post the ending. I thought I'd lost it and couldn't face rewriting it, but recently found it in an old email. Posting this for my own satisfaction in completing the story after all these years. Thank you to readers of years gone by.
Continued from here.

In 2010 there is a film.

For the most part, it gets things right. Conversations are skewed and meetings are fabricated, but mostly it captures what went on during those months at Harvard and in Palo Alto. You can feel it, almost taste the pure genius of their creation. That, Eduardo thinks, is what the film is about. It’s about a kid who had an idea that smashed all other ideas, before or since. It’s about a 19-year old proving himself to the whole fucking world. It’s about two friends who saw things differently and how – stupidly, Eduardo thinks now, wastefully – that split them apart. Their relationship comes off as kind of gay, but in reality they kind of are.

The film doesn’t mention leukaemia. It ends at an imagined point just before Eduardo found out that Mark was sick. It doesn’t go into the weeks in hospital or the terror of waiting for news after his operation or the nights spent sat on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom next to Mark as he vomited again and again, sobbing in weakness and pain. It doesn’t mention the hundreds of millions of dollars that Mark doled out to various leukaemia and cancer charities, or the awareness campaigns that he endlessly supported, or the visits he and Eduardo made to young cancer patients in hospitals across the country, spreading a message of hope, telling people that you can survive. You just need to try and hold on. Carry on fighting. And if you have a delicious Brazilian-American holding your hand, that can help, too.

They watch the film in a rented out theatre with a hundred or so Facebook employees. Mark is surprisingly calm about the whole thing, but Eduardo panics.

“What if people don’t like me?” Eduardo whispers to Mark as the lights go down.

“Who cares?” Mark shrugs.

“People are going to think I’m an idiot. Nobody signs anything without reading it first. I know they’re going to focus on that…”

Mark doesn’t reply, but he links his fingers through Eduardo’s, holding his hand, and Eduardo realises that it doesn’t matter if people don’t like him – at least Mark does.

They don’t talk throughout the film. Others do; people laugh at Dustin and there is a mass booing when the too-good-looking Winklevoss twins appear, and Erik, the original intern, cheers when on-screen Mark welcomes him to Facebook, but things go quiet when the laptop gets smashed and Eduardo looks at Mark for the first time in two hours when Andrew Garfield murmurs point-zero-three percent. Mark is wincing, his eyes screwed shut, and Eduardo squeezes his hand, letting him know that it’s okay.

When the credits roll and people start clapping, as though it is live theatre and not a movie, Eduardo and Mark turn to look at each other.

“What did you think?” Eduardo asks after a moment.

“It was…interesting.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, relieved that this isn’t going to stir up anything between them. “You were good though. I mean, the guy who played you.”

Mark nods. “I liked his hair.”

Mark, whose hair has grown back softer after the chemotherapy, the curls far less pronounced, looks to Eduardo, who pulls a face.

“I prefer yours,” he says.

Mark smiles, but it slowly fades and his expression turns serious. “You know people will actually care about us now, right? They’ll talk to us…they’ll want to know what happened…”

Eduardo shrugs. “So we’ll tell them.”

“Tell them what?”

“That we were best friends and we screwed things up, but now we’ve fixed it. And we’re in love.”

“We’re in love,” Mark murmurs, nodding slowly. “Yes. We are.”

Eduardo leans over and kisses Mark then, in the emptying movie theatre. And Mark kisses back, the way he always does, like he’s promising Eduardo something. He kisses like he really, really means it and Eduardo never takes that for granted, never. When you come that close to losing someone, every single day feels like a gift and still every morning, years after the all-clear, Eduardo wakes up next to Mark and thanks whoever it was that let him keep this man. And he knows – they both know – that in the future it might change; the cancer might come back and Mark might need more treatment, but Eduardo will be there with him, by his side, always.

Their lips part and they look at one another, both of them searching and, as always, finding the answers to all of their questions. On the screen, the credits are rolling to a close. A part of their relationship immortalised on film; a time that Eduardo would never go back to, but that he remains forever grateful for.

“Do you want go home?” Mark asks him, placing a hand on Eduardo’s knee.

Eduardo nods and leans in for another kiss, one more before they leave the theatre and drive home. Their tongues touch, gentle and loving, lips pressed together like their bodies in the lamplight haze of their bedroom at night. When Eduardo kisses Mark, he tastes the future. He tastes healing and brilliance and sarcasm and all the marvellous and beautiful things that Mark is, some of which only Eduardo gets to see. He tastes, Eduardo thinks, as they part and smile softly at one another, like life.

Bones (9/10)

title: Bones (9/10)
pairing: Mark/Eduardo
disclaimer: Based on the Social Network idea of Mark Eduardo, but in no way true. All from my own head.
A/N: I wrote this story 9 years ago, then I went away before I could post the ending. I thought I'd lost it and couldn't face rewriting it, but recently found it in an old email. Posting this for my own satisfaction in completing the story after all these years. Thank you to readers of years gone by.
Continued from here.

Mark is dying. Eduardo is sure of it. There is no life left in him; there is no spark in his eyes. His mind and heart may have a new will to survive, but Mark’s body appears to be quickly giving up on him. The first days in hospital after the transplant, Mark is at his very worst, so weak he can barely talk, only managing to croak, his voice hoarse and pained, a few words to Eduardo when he is allowed in to visit. His skin is white and clammy, and every breath he takes seems to scrape through him as though it is his last. Eduardo, already dangerously close to breaking point, finds himself slowly sinking into a deep, dark depression, and no matter how many times he tells himself – reminds himself – that Mark needs me, he still finds himself sitting on his bed every night after being in the hospital, working his way through a bottle of Jack Daniels in the flickering light of mindless TV.

“You look like shit,” Mark mumbles at Eduardo at the end of his first week in hospital, and Eduardo, whose only sleep in days has been drunkenly passing out at four in the morning, can’t argue. But he knows that Mark wants him to.

“This coming from a man whose last shower involved a nurse, a sponge and his bed,” Eduardo half-heartedly counteracts, but it makes Mark’s lips twitch in what could almost be called a smile. His eyes drop closed and he breathes in a shallow breath; the air rattles hollowly in Mark’s lungs in a way that chills Eduardo’s soul.

He’s dying, Eduardo thinks again, and again. The words run through his mind like a ticker tape, over and over until they’re all he can see. Without realising, he’s leaned forward, closer to Mark and Mark, when he forces his eyes open in an effort that seems Herculean, tilts his head sideways, as if he wants to be closer to Eduardo but can’t make his body move.

“Hey,” Eduardo whispers. Mark’s eyes slide closed again, as if he doesn’t have the strength to hold them open.

“Wardo,” he murmurs, and his fingers twitch as though he’s reaching out. Eduardo encloses Mark’s hand in his own.

“I’m here.”

“Wardo, I –“ he stops, eyes scrunching tight for a moment, making Eduardo’s throat tighten. “Wardo, I – I want you to know –“

“Shh, Mark, it’s okay. Please don’t worry, please, Mark. Please, just get better, please, please…”

He knows he’s rambling, begging; he knows it but Mark sounded like he was saying goodbye and Eduardo needs more time.


Days become weeks and, miraculously, Mark holds on. He’s weaker than a new born, as fragile as a baby bird. He’s sicker than the worst hangover Eduardo’s ever known, suffering a deep, retching pain that overwhelms Mark and makes Eduardo feel wholly powerless. Really Eduardo shouldn’t even be there, but they take every precaution and it’s not as if he can be anywhere else. How could he be anywhere else? His heart is with Mark anyway, is part of Mark. Mark is breaking and so is Eduardo, not in the same way, not even close, but it’s going to have the same outcome.

Still, Mark holds on.


“I want to go home,” Mark says one afternoon. He’s staring listlessly out of the window at the gloom and battering rain, so Eduardo isn’t sure if he’s speaking to him or just voicing a thought aloud. It’s such a simple statement but something flickers within Eduardo that feels unfamiliar. A dim candlelight deep within, the smallest sliver of hope.

“I know you do,” Eduardo replies, smiling for what feels like the first time in days. “I know you do. I want to take you home. Soon. As soon as I can.”

They look at each other. Mark self-consciously tugs at the woolly hat that covers his patchy head. Eduardo knows every crease of Mark’s face, understands every expression that crosses it, but the words that suddenly come out of Mark’s mouth floor him.

“Wardo, I love you.”

Mark says this so clearly, not shy, not uncertain. A statement of absolute fact. Eduardo stands, moves forward, kneels down at the side of Mark’s bed. He takes Mark’s hand in his. They’re both trembling. But Eduardo knows, he must do this right. He wants to be as brave as Mark, in every aspect of his life, but most especially in this moment.

“Mark, I love you. You are my whole life.”

Mark nods, as if he knows this, as if it makes perfect sense.

“I’m so grateful for you,” Mark says, softly this time. “My wonderful man. My best friend. I want you to know…”

Tears tumble down Eduardo’s cheeks, but he doesn’t say anything, he’s not even sure he could if he tried. He’s choked with emotion, overwhelmed with love.

“I want to thank you, for everything. You are the best part of my life. I feel so lucky and –“ He stops to breathe slowly for a moment, hands clenching slightly in Eduardo’s as he overcomes a moment of deeper pain.

“Mark,” Eduardo chokes out.

Mark’s eyes never leave Eduardo’s, flickering over his face as if he’s memorising it, although they both know every line of one another.

“Eduardo,” Mark says, and it stuns Eduardo to hear his proper name used for once. “You’ve given me everything that I have. Everything I have is because of you, and it’s yours. I wish I could share it with you.’

Eduardo opens his mouth to interrupt but Mark shakes his head quickly. “I just have to say thank you. I wanted to thank you. For this life. For being with me.”

There are no words left to say. Eduardo can’t speak; he rests his head against Mark’s hipbone and sobs into the sheets, clutching Mark’s hand desperately and Mark, his love, his soul, takes his free hand and places it on Eduardo’s head, the dying man comforting the one who will be left behind.


And, beyond imagination, beyond belief, Mark holds on.

It’s stubbornness, Eduardo thinks as he watches Mark shuffle unaided to the bathroom. He’s more damned stubborn than cancer. Mark can sit himself up in bed. He can have a conversation. He can sleep for hours at a time without waking up in crippling agony. He smiles. Yesterday, Eduardo made him laugh. The room is filled with a golden light that surrounds the two of them and Mark is stronger. He eats. He showers. These activities exhaust him, but he can do them. It’s easy to hope.

But in the darkness of night, when Eduardo is alone, he reminds himself of this tightrope they’re walking across, carrying Mark’s life on the line, and they could so easily fall.


A black cloud of despair envelops Mark and Eduardo as they prepare for Mark to return home. They both know that the meeting with Dr Lewis that afternoon will determine the next steps, will decide if this has all been worth it or not, and neither of them can speak about it or think of anything else. Eduardo busies himself packing Mark’s things, tidying the room, needlessly making the bed. Mark stares blankly out of the window at the view they both know so well and never want to see again.

“Mark, “Eduardo says softly, kneeling down beside him. “It’s time.”

Marks nods, not looking at him.

“Hey,” Eduardo says, placing a gentle hand on Mark’s cheek and turning his face to him. “Mark, I’m right here with you.”

Mark nods again, takes a deep breath, lets Eduardo help him up. They leave the room, hands locked tightly together, drawing strength from one another. Desperate prayers race through Eduardo’s mind, please God let him be okay please God please please let him stay with me please God please. He knows that they will know instantly, the moment they enter that office, see Mark’s doctor, taste the vibe in the air, what the results are.

The door is ajar, welcoming them in. They hesitate, look at one another. They know their love. They don’t need to say a thing.

Mark take a deep, courageous breath and knocks, pushes the door open. Eduardo follows, his palm pressed against Mark’s, and there is Dr Lewis, standing up from behind his desk, smiling at them, smiling from ear to ear.


can you hear it echoing
  • hoteru

fic: several more 2k19 fics + recs

Hi again, 2019. I guess me and my friend, we're at it again. These were posted over the course of summer 2k19, and I know I have 1-2 fics more finished but that I haven't posted yet. Make me post them!! Revive the TSN fandom! Or something. Anyways, thanks for checking these out if you do. All markwardo.

all i know, you taught me (t, 4.7k)
Mark works graveyard shifts at a coffee shop and crashes on Eduardo's bed when day comes around, so he wouldn't have to pay rent.

the art of bruising (e, 5.2k)
Alphas have bruises they want to hide too.

no rest for the wicked (t, 4.6k)
A complex mark indicates the presence of a soulmate. A simple one indicates the presence of a nemesis instead. Eduardo's and Mark's don't match, but moreover, Mark's soulmark is too simple: it reads FB in rudimentary chicken scratches.

not ailuromancy, but close (m, currently 16k)
Eduardo picks up a cat in an alleyway on a rainy day, down at the pier. Little does he know he's picked up an uncommonly nonchalant and dickish shapeshifter who drinks beer and codes and makes Eduardo trip over him for sport.

lullaby of the white woods (t, 2.3k)
Mark is a naiad, Eduardo is a prince, and fate is cruel.

And fics from my friend sundays!!! They're so good sometimes I can't articulate that without cussing.

hands protect the flames (t, currently 6k)
Mark is pregnant. He's also homeless, and an omega, and he can't catch a fucking break. Then he meets an alpha named Eduardo.

turn the world to gold (m, currently 3k)
Hitchhiker!AU, in which Eduardo stops at a gas station and meets a scruffy, curly-haired guy who needs a ride.

vivere ubicumque domum reperisset (m, 3.4k)
Mark is homeless and offers Eduardo a blowjob in exchange for a shower. (Eduardo, in turn, offers Mark a home.)


if there's anyone still out there, feel free to reach out? (tumblr, twitter).
can you hear it echoing
  • hoteru

fic: several fics

hi! just in case anyone checks this in 2k19... here are some fics lol.

feed it to lions (t, 3k)
Mark thinks back on sleepless nights. (Or, the one where they're all Gryffindors, and at least two of them have no idea why.)

you don't get that kind of lifeline (t, 3k)
Mark's employees probably expected him to break down and cry when the news came up that Eduardo gave up his citizenship. But he didn't.
He booked a flight to Singapore instead.

charting waters (t, 11k)
Eduardo's patience wears thin, and he pushes Mark into the pool at the Palo Alto house.

the theory of breaking (m, 3k, ongoing)
A few years after the settlement, a major malfunction in an experiment of some avant-garde science research center results in an explosion that radiates across the entirety of San Francisco. The next morning, people start waking up with superpowers, and things quickly turn into political unrest.

In the midst of it all, Mark still thinks about Eduardo, and Palo Alto, and other broken things in his life he thought he would never get the chance to fix.


Also! Here are some fic recs from 2k19 fics.

into nightfall (t, gen, 1k)
I'm not going to post this. Not that anyone would read it if I did, but Eduardo might. But he won't, because I'm not going to post it. I guess I already said that. I may be slightly drunk right now.

Or, Mark gets drunk and examines his feelings post-dilution, pre-depositions.

as a feather in the stream (t, gen, 4k)
“You have no idea what that's gonna mean to my father,” Wardo says quietly, staring at the masthead.

“Sure I do,” says Mark, because he does.

Or, Eduardo and his father, through Mark’s eyes.


if there's anyone still out there, feel free to reach out? (tumblr, twitter).
  • dsperry

fic: let's run away. [1/?]

Title: let's run away.
Rating: PG-13 (for now.)
Word count: 1917.
Characters/Parings: Andrew/Jesse.
Summary: Small Town AU. Jesse and Andrew live in a small town they both want to escape from. It's not always that easy, though - or is it?
Author's Notes: The small town thing has been done before, but idk, inspiration hit. This chapter ends really oddly because I ended up getting distracted, but there may be more to come. 

tsn { i made a deal with god

Fic: Shermer's Theory [AU, Mark/Eduardo]

Title: Shermer's Theory
Author: antistar_e
Characters/Pairings: Mark/Eduardo, Christy, Erica, Dustin
Rating: PG-13, light R for violence
Summary: "Boy," she'd said. "Boy, when you grow up, you're either going to go to jail or become a millionaire," and Mark tips his head back and supposes it's a good thing he never had plans to be rich.
Notes: Another Earth AU! It's not necessary to have seen the movie to understand this fic, but you should definitely watch it at some point, it's co-written and co-directed by Brit Marling. YAY LADY FILMMAKERS.
Warnings: frank discussion of depression, disfigurement, and suicidal impulses. Minor character death, too much plot, no porn. Sorry D:
Word Count: 51,700

( follow the fake lj cut! )
never trust a happy song, Hannah Hooper

podfic: what not to do when your boss is dating the guy he had erased from his memory by moogle62

Fic what not to do when your boss is dating the guy he had erased from his memory: a user's guide by c. hughes by moogle62
Rating teen
Warnings my terrible attempt at sounding drunk
Summary In which Mark has a new mystery significant other, or so Dustin claims, and there is not enough alcohol in the world to make Chris's life any less stupid. [Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind fusion.]

download at my journal
(mp3 and m4b, 1:09:22, ~64MB)

Mark is careful 2

Mark goes home and “makes” some instant noodles and eats them with that kind of growing hunger that you come across when you’ve been unknowingly starving yourself for the past few days. He finishes quickly and rinses out his bowl in the sink before padding through his large, empty feeling house to the bathroom. He stays in the shower for a long time, letting it’s warmth beat at the bruises and knots scattered across his body and remind him of Wardo on sleepy Saturday nights when they’d fallen asleep on top of each other on the couch because they’d both been running on empty for the past few days, Mark to code and Wardo to study. Mark can feel his eyes stinging now, like they always do when he thinks too much about what he had before and how much he messed things up; he turns off the shower quickly and blinks his eyes until the knot in his throat disappears. When he reaches his large, perfectly made bed Mark falls asleep almost instantly and doesn’t dream.
 - Part 1

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