Catch a Falling Star (R)
Fandom: THE SOCIAL NETWORK
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Length: 9000 words
Author on LJ: jean-iris
Why this must be read: Harvard-era winter break fic, where Eduardo shows up at Mark's house. It's very sweet, like an hot cocoa in a cold afternoon. Nice Zuckemberg family portrait!
“Now, will you tell me why are you here?” Mark asks, sitting down in his desk chair, and wonders if that was the right thing to say - Eduardo’s face falls again, his body curls in on itself and he looks down, stroking the kitten’s back.
“I-I had a fight with my father,” he says. Right, Mark could’ve figured that much out by himself.
“What was it about?” Mark inquires, when it becomes apparent that Eduardo is not going to say anything more.
Eduardo snorts. “Fuck if I know. Just the usual you’re-not-doing-anything-useful-with-your-life, and so-what-if-you-go-to-Harvard-when-you’re-only-wasting-your-time-there kind of deal. I couldn’t catch a break for five minutes, so I left.”
“You ran away?” Mark raises his eyebrows. Eduardo shoots him an incredulous look.
“For fuck’s sake, Mark, I’m not Huck Finn. I told them I was invited here for the rest of the winter break. Now that I think of it, I didn’t have to actually come here, but…” Eduardo drops his gaze again.
Mark sighs and relocates to sit on the bed next to Eduardo. “Wardo. For the last time: you can stay here,” he says, and hopes that it’s enough of a reassurance. He’s not feeling up to providing comfort in any other way than verbal. Random touches and easy affection are Eduardo’s territory, not Mark’s.
Catch a Falling Star (AO3)
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Length: 9000 words
Author on LJ: jean-iris
Why this must be read: Harvard-era winter break fic, where Eduardo shows up at Mark's house. It's very sweet, like an hot cocoa in a cold afternoon. Nice Zuckemberg family portrait!
“Now, will you tell me why are you here?” Mark asks, sitting down in his desk chair, and wonders if that was the right thing to say - Eduardo’s face falls again, his body curls in on itself and he looks down, stroking the kitten’s back.
“I-I had a fight with my father,” he says. Right, Mark could’ve figured that much out by himself.
“What was it about?” Mark inquires, when it becomes apparent that Eduardo is not going to say anything more.
Eduardo snorts. “Fuck if I know. Just the usual you’re-not-doing-anything-useful-with-your-life, and so-what-if-you-go-to-Harvard-when-you’re-only-wasting-your-time-there kind of deal. I couldn’t catch a break for five minutes, so I left.”
“You ran away?” Mark raises his eyebrows. Eduardo shoots him an incredulous look.
“For fuck’s sake, Mark, I’m not Huck Finn. I told them I was invited here for the rest of the winter break. Now that I think of it, I didn’t have to actually come here, but…” Eduardo drops his gaze again.
Mark sighs and relocates to sit on the bed next to Eduardo. “Wardo. For the last time: you can stay here,” he says, and hopes that it’s enough of a reassurance. He’s not feeling up to providing comfort in any other way than verbal. Random touches and easy affection are Eduardo’s territory, not Mark’s.
Catch a Falling Star (AO3)