[fanfiction] I become a disaster.
365 Gay Sharks
Day 283, Word Count: 1029
Theme: October; Jumping the Shark
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Mark/Eduardo
Rating: PG-13
Pre-Notes: For
fic_promptly and originally posted here. Part of the favorite fix universe.
Disclaimer: No. Get out, Mark.
Summary: "I just need orders," Mark whispers, "I don't know how to take care of myself, Eduardo."
I become a disaster.
When Eduardo is in New York and not in California, he makes Mark promise not to call unless it's really important. He doesn't define what "really important" actually entails, but the implication is that unless Mark is dying, it's not that important. This doesn't fall under that, but Mark is twitching in his skin and more than slightly drunk and he just.
Sean is okay, Sean is someone that Mark can take orders from. He's not what Mark needs, though, and he doesn't know how to handle Mark or how to give Mark what he needs so Mark is weak and the phone is ringing before he can stop himself. It answers on the third ring, and when Eduardo answers he sounds very tired.
"Mark?"
"I need you."
It's out before he can think about it, and Mark's voice shakes when he says it. The words hang in the air, and the mood between them shifts. There is a silence and a shifting on Eduardo's end of the phone call.
"Are you okay, Mark?"
Mark closes his eyes, "I'm sorry I called, I just. I need you and everything feels wrong and-"
"It's okay," Eduardo says, voice soothing, "Mark, listen to me: where are you?"
"In my bedroom."
There's a pause, the same kind that Mark is used to, the kind that means Mark hasn't given Eduardo what he wants and he's waiting. Mark glances around him.
"I'm sitting on my bed in my bedroom," he says, "the door is locked and . . . I'm kind of drunk."
"Okay. Lie down and close your eyes, Mark. Tell me what you want from me."
Eduardo's voice shifts, though Mark wouldn't be able to tell you how, and the world narrows down to Eduardo's voice coming from the phone pressed against his ear. Spreading himself out on his back, eyes closed, Mark breathes out and he immediately feels better.
"I just need orders," Mark whispers, "I don't know how to take care of myself, Eduardo."
It's not something that either of them accounted for, the way that Mark had somehow come to rely on Eduardo to tell him when to eat and when to sleep and all the other little things that they had been giving each other. The noise on the other end of the line is one Mark recognizes as Eduardo running his fingers through his hair and sighing. It's not disappointed, just a little sad.
"Oh, Mark," Eduardo's voice has softened, "why didn't you call sooner?"
"You said not to," Mark swallows, "I didn't want to bother you."
"When I said that," Eduardo sighs, "When I said that I meant that you shouldn't drunk-dial me like you did that one time over winter break and puke a minute into the call. You could have called for this. This is important."
There's a silence, filled with the noise of breathing and Mark gropes for the beer he'd set aside, eyes still closed. He wants to be drunker.
"Stop," Eduardo says, "I didn't say you could move."
Mark stills, conditioned to obey Eduardo's voice. He swallows again and his throat feels dry. Eduardo sighs.
"How much have you had to drink, Mark?"
"More than a couple beers."
Mark knows that Eduardo won't scene with him because that's too drunk and he's very firm on the "no drunk scenes" thing. It doesn't matter who's drunk. Still, he wants an order of some sort.
"You know that's too drunk to scene," Eduardo says, "but I'm going to give you some orders, okay?"
"Okay," Mark says, because Eduardo can't see him nod.
"When I hang up, you're going to set your alarm for nine hours from now. Then, you're going to go get some water and drink it-you know exactly how much water I want you to drink, do not try and cheat. After that, you're going to take a quick shower, put on some pajamas, and then you're going to go to bed. If you wake up before the nine hours are up, Dustin will tell me and I will be very angry. There will be an email with further instructions when you wake up. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'm going to hang up now, Mark."
"Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you too. Goodnight, Mark."
The line goes dead, and Mark takes one deep breath before fumbling with his phone to set an alarm for nine hours away. Then he drinks half a bottle of water for ever bottle of beer he's had (he counts three and a half, so he drinks a bottle and three-quarters) and takes a quick shower before pulling on pajamas and sleeping. He wakes up exactly when the alarm goes off and stretches out before going to take a piss.
When he gets out into the living room, Dustin glances over at him from where he's sitting at the kitchen table. He checks the clock and nods before going back to his food. Mark sits at his computer, almost automatically pulling up his email. There is one message from Eduardo and a handful of other things, but Mark doesn't give a shit about any of them. Instead he goes straight for Eduardo's message.From: Eduardo Saverin
Subject: Your New Schedule
These take precedence over anything you may need to do for Facebook. I do *not* care what you are shoving aside to complete these, you will do them.
1. Set an alarm for roughly lunchtime and roughly dinnertime to go off *every day*. I am letting you choose what those times may be.
2. Actually obey the goddamn alarms.
3. Go to bed before you've been awake for 24 hours for at least 4 hours.
That's all. I will call in a couple of days to check in on you, and if all goes well I'll come to California in a week or so. I love you, make me proud.
- Eduardo
Something in Mark settles then, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he finishes reading. The world shifts back into making sense, and as he reaches for his phone to set an alarm, Mark knows that he'll be okay again.
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Day 283, Word Count: 1029
Theme: October; Jumping the Shark
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Mark/Eduardo
Rating: PG-13
Pre-Notes: For
fic_promptly and originally posted here. Part of the favorite fix universe.
Disclaimer: No. Get out, Mark.
Summary: "I just need orders," Mark whispers, "I don't know how to take care of myself, Eduardo."
I become a disaster.
When Eduardo is in New York and not in California, he makes Mark promise not to call unless it's really important. He doesn't define what "really important" actually entails, but the implication is that unless Mark is dying, it's not that important. This doesn't fall under that, but Mark is twitching in his skin and more than slightly drunk and he just.
Sean is okay, Sean is someone that Mark can take orders from. He's not what Mark needs, though, and he doesn't know how to handle Mark or how to give Mark what he needs so Mark is weak and the phone is ringing before he can stop himself. It answers on the third ring, and when Eduardo answers he sounds very tired.
"Mark?"
"I need you."
It's out before he can think about it, and Mark's voice shakes when he says it. The words hang in the air, and the mood between them shifts. There is a silence and a shifting on Eduardo's end of the phone call.
"Are you okay, Mark?"
Mark closes his eyes, "I'm sorry I called, I just. I need you and everything feels wrong and-"
"It's okay," Eduardo says, voice soothing, "Mark, listen to me: where are you?"
"In my bedroom."
There's a pause, the same kind that Mark is used to, the kind that means Mark hasn't given Eduardo what he wants and he's waiting. Mark glances around him.
"I'm sitting on my bed in my bedroom," he says, "the door is locked and . . . I'm kind of drunk."
"Okay. Lie down and close your eyes, Mark. Tell me what you want from me."
Eduardo's voice shifts, though Mark wouldn't be able to tell you how, and the world narrows down to Eduardo's voice coming from the phone pressed against his ear. Spreading himself out on his back, eyes closed, Mark breathes out and he immediately feels better.
"I just need orders," Mark whispers, "I don't know how to take care of myself, Eduardo."
It's not something that either of them accounted for, the way that Mark had somehow come to rely on Eduardo to tell him when to eat and when to sleep and all the other little things that they had been giving each other. The noise on the other end of the line is one Mark recognizes as Eduardo running his fingers through his hair and sighing. It's not disappointed, just a little sad.
"Oh, Mark," Eduardo's voice has softened, "why didn't you call sooner?"
"You said not to," Mark swallows, "I didn't want to bother you."
"When I said that," Eduardo sighs, "When I said that I meant that you shouldn't drunk-dial me like you did that one time over winter break and puke a minute into the call. You could have called for this. This is important."
There's a silence, filled with the noise of breathing and Mark gropes for the beer he'd set aside, eyes still closed. He wants to be drunker.
"Stop," Eduardo says, "I didn't say you could move."
Mark stills, conditioned to obey Eduardo's voice. He swallows again and his throat feels dry. Eduardo sighs.
"How much have you had to drink, Mark?"
"More than a couple beers."
Mark knows that Eduardo won't scene with him because that's too drunk and he's very firm on the "no drunk scenes" thing. It doesn't matter who's drunk. Still, he wants an order of some sort.
"You know that's too drunk to scene," Eduardo says, "but I'm going to give you some orders, okay?"
"Okay," Mark says, because Eduardo can't see him nod.
"When I hang up, you're going to set your alarm for nine hours from now. Then, you're going to go get some water and drink it-you know exactly how much water I want you to drink, do not try and cheat. After that, you're going to take a quick shower, put on some pajamas, and then you're going to go to bed. If you wake up before the nine hours are up, Dustin will tell me and I will be very angry. There will be an email with further instructions when you wake up. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'm going to hang up now, Mark."
"Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you too. Goodnight, Mark."
The line goes dead, and Mark takes one deep breath before fumbling with his phone to set an alarm for nine hours away. Then he drinks half a bottle of water for ever bottle of beer he's had (he counts three and a half, so he drinks a bottle and three-quarters) and takes a quick shower before pulling on pajamas and sleeping. He wakes up exactly when the alarm goes off and stretches out before going to take a piss.
When he gets out into the living room, Dustin glances over at him from where he's sitting at the kitchen table. He checks the clock and nods before going back to his food. Mark sits at his computer, almost automatically pulling up his email. There is one message from Eduardo and a handful of other things, but Mark doesn't give a shit about any of them. Instead he goes straight for Eduardo's message.From: Eduardo Saverin
Subject: Your New Schedule
These take precedence over anything you may need to do for Facebook. I do *not* care what you are shoving aside to complete these, you will do them.
1. Set an alarm for roughly lunchtime and roughly dinnertime to go off *every day*. I am letting you choose what those times may be.
2. Actually obey the goddamn alarms.
3. Go to bed before you've been awake for 24 hours for at least 4 hours.
That's all. I will call in a couple of days to check in on you, and if all goes well I'll come to California in a week or so. I love you, make me proud.
- Eduardo
Something in Mark settles then, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he finishes reading. The world shifts back into making sense, and as he reaches for his phone to set an alarm, Mark knows that he'll be okay again.
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