[TSN Big Bang 2012 - art] Threads
Title: Threads by abriata
Fandom: The Social Network
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Mark/Eduardo
Image Count: 2
Note: please read the story before looking at these, or else it will not make much sense, and be very spoilery for the end! Such a fantastic fic & i'm so glad I got to draw for it!!
"Shove over a little bit," Eduardo murmurs, hip nudging into Mark's side as he reaches up for a mug. Mark moves over, snatching his plate up and grabbing the PopTart as it comes out of the toaster. He sits at the kitchen table, back to the window and one foot tucked under him. Eduardo finishes making his bagel and sits in his own chair across from Mark, smiling at him before he pulls up his phone and reads his emails. Mark stares sightlessly at the refrigerator door. He's tired. He'd stayed up too late - Eduardo had scolded him before he went to bed himself, warning him not to, and Mark had nodded with every intention of obeying and then stayed up until five a.m. anyway.
"Here," Eduardo says without looking up from his phone. He pushes his mug across the table. "Drink the coffee. I know you hate it, but since we're out of Red Bull, I don't want you crashing on your way to the office."
Mark grimaces but takes it. At least Eduardo drinks his coffee with half a cup of sugar. If Mark ignores the smell, it almost tastes like Red Bull.
Eduardo eats quickly and gets up to put his plate in the dishwasher. He takes Mark's too, because Mark had finished his PopTart some time ago without noticing. He's more tired than he thought.
"Go upstairs and get dressed, it'll wake you up," Eduardo says. "I've got to go."
He's already dressed. He gets showered and dressed every morning before he comes down for breakfast. He's actually running late today: he usually gets up and out of the house by eight, so he's home by five or six. Mark sometimes won't leave until nine or ten or eleven, and then he'll stay until ten or eleven at night. But never past eleven, because at eleven Eduardo comes and drags him out whether he likes it or not. Just because, once, Mark accidentally fell asleep in his car and slept in the parking lot all night.
"Mark," Eduardo says, coming around the table to Mark's side. He wraps his arm around Mark's shoulders and leans down, pressing a kiss to Mark's temple. "I've got that meeting with the lawyers today, so I probably won't be in until after lunch. I'll stop in to check on you."
"I'm fine," Mark grumbles.
Eduardo steps away, grabbing his keys off the counter. "I want to make sure you haven't fallen asleep on your keyboard," he says.
"Bye," Mark says as Eduardo leaves the kitchen.
"Goodbye," Eduardo says. Mark can hear the front door open and the beep of Eduardo's car unlocking. "See you later."
The front door shuts with a firm click and Mark yawns and drains the last of Eduardo's disgusting cup of coffee and then lays his head down on the table. He's so tired.
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They've been in their tuxes for over thirty-six hours by the time they check into a penthouse suite in the heart of São Paulo, and they're both deliriously tired besides just delirious. Mark wants to sleep almost as much as he wants to have wedding night sex with Eduardo.
Almost.
He pulls Eduardo inside, away from the balcony he'd immediately gravitated to. It looks out over the whole city, bright lights and loud music and thick air and a hundred thousand voices almost audible, and none of them know or care that Mark and Eduardo are here at all.
Fandom: The Social Network
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Mark/Eduardo
Image Count: 2
Note: please read the story before looking at these, or else it will not make much sense, and be very spoilery for the end! Such a fantastic fic & i'm so glad I got to draw for it!!
"Shove over a little bit," Eduardo murmurs, hip nudging into Mark's side as he reaches up for a mug. Mark moves over, snatching his plate up and grabbing the PopTart as it comes out of the toaster. He sits at the kitchen table, back to the window and one foot tucked under him. Eduardo finishes making his bagel and sits in his own chair across from Mark, smiling at him before he pulls up his phone and reads his emails. Mark stares sightlessly at the refrigerator door. He's tired. He'd stayed up too late - Eduardo had scolded him before he went to bed himself, warning him not to, and Mark had nodded with every intention of obeying and then stayed up until five a.m. anyway.
"Here," Eduardo says without looking up from his phone. He pushes his mug across the table. "Drink the coffee. I know you hate it, but since we're out of Red Bull, I don't want you crashing on your way to the office."
Mark grimaces but takes it. At least Eduardo drinks his coffee with half a cup of sugar. If Mark ignores the smell, it almost tastes like Red Bull.
Eduardo eats quickly and gets up to put his plate in the dishwasher. He takes Mark's too, because Mark had finished his PopTart some time ago without noticing. He's more tired than he thought.
"Go upstairs and get dressed, it'll wake you up," Eduardo says. "I've got to go."
He's already dressed. He gets showered and dressed every morning before he comes down for breakfast. He's actually running late today: he usually gets up and out of the house by eight, so he's home by five or six. Mark sometimes won't leave until nine or ten or eleven, and then he'll stay until ten or eleven at night. But never past eleven, because at eleven Eduardo comes and drags him out whether he likes it or not. Just because, once, Mark accidentally fell asleep in his car and slept in the parking lot all night.
"Mark," Eduardo says, coming around the table to Mark's side. He wraps his arm around Mark's shoulders and leans down, pressing a kiss to Mark's temple. "I've got that meeting with the lawyers today, so I probably won't be in until after lunch. I'll stop in to check on you."
"I'm fine," Mark grumbles.
Eduardo steps away, grabbing his keys off the counter. "I want to make sure you haven't fallen asleep on your keyboard," he says.
"Bye," Mark says as Eduardo leaves the kitchen.
"Goodbye," Eduardo says. Mark can hear the front door open and the beep of Eduardo's car unlocking. "See you later."
The front door shuts with a firm click and Mark yawns and drains the last of Eduardo's disgusting cup of coffee and then lays his head down on the table. He's so tired.
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They've been in their tuxes for over thirty-six hours by the time they check into a penthouse suite in the heart of São Paulo, and they're both deliriously tired besides just delirious. Mark wants to sleep almost as much as he wants to have wedding night sex with Eduardo.
Almost.
He pulls Eduardo inside, away from the balcony he'd immediately gravitated to. It looks out over the whole city, bright lights and loud music and thick air and a hundred thousand voices almost audible, and none of them know or care that Mark and Eduardo are here at all.