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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...

THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * PART THREE (OVERFLOW) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE * PART SIX * PART SEVEN * PART EIGHT


GENERAL RULES;

IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
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♥ both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
♥ no pairing bashing, OK? no need to wank over ships.
♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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FORMAT OF PROMPTS:

♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
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FILLS:

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♥ fills can be anything: fic, art, vid, fanmix, podfic, etc.
♥ all prompts are open to fills at all times, even if they have been filled in the past or are being currently filled by someone else. multiple fills are positively encouraged; if something appeals to you then do not be put off creating a new fill by the existence of a prior one.
NEW: ♥ PLEASE comment with the first of your fill to the PROMPT and then all future updates as a comment to the FIRST PART of the fill. this makes it easier for both the WIP spreadhseet and for archiving stuff on delicious. it also helps people who are trying to catch up on updates and don't have to look through every fill on the prompt (should it have more than one). thank you.





Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

If you have any questions or ideas that I can help you with, feel free to PM me. I'll be around.

Kitty





[ARCHIVING]
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have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D

PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

NEW RULE;

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE 'FILL' RULES. THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE. thank you.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five, six, seven, or eight. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.
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Eduardo/Mark

Harvard Era. Lol, I keep prompting things that will never, ever get filled BUT.

So, Eduardo is a very normal person. Who sometimes does embarrassing things, it happens to the best of people. Except that ever since he met Mark, every embarrassing thing (from that moment he had a fight with a machine at the library because machines really, really hate Eduardo to that time he bought coffee and spilt it all over himself) he does is witnessed by Mark. Really, why is Mark always there when Eduardo is making an ass out of himself? What the hell is that?

And Mark! Mark is all annoying and smirking at Eduardo, like he knows how mortified Eduardo is. Constantly.

fill: don't make me tongue tied, 1/4

(Anonymous)
AKA THE ADVENTURES OF AWKWARDO (not so)SUAVE-RIN

this is the most ridiculous and pointless thing and i’m half asleep so shhhhhh
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Fucking fuck. The world has to be kidding, right? Scantron machines can’t be real things because nothing real can be this fucking fucked. Buying a simple pack of 882E’s can’t possibly take so fucking long, okay, this has to be a joke. This has to be an episode of Punk’d or something because what the actual fuck is wrong with this goddamn machine oh my god please just take the fucking bill come on if this fucking machine doesn’t hurry up there is a microeconomics test that’s about to be failed by default and come on fuck fucking fuckity fuck.

So the thing is, Eduardo has a pretty crucial econ test in fifteen minutes and the scantron dispenser has decided that now is the perfect time to take a shit and spit his five dollar bill back at him every time he tries to cram it in the bill slot. And he’s been loudly declaring what a worthless fuckbucket it is for about eight-point-five minutes, much to the dissatisfaction of the students in the building around him, who keep glaring at him when a particularly long slew of curse words flows from his nervously bitten lips. The professor in the adjacent classroom glowers at him through the small window in the door every so often, but Eduardo couldn’t give half of a shit because if he fails his test because this infernal machine won’t give him his forms, he might just find the nearest toilet and flush himself down it to live in the sewers for the rest of his young life. He’s skinny enough that he’d probably fit inside of the plumbing anyway.

“If you don’t take this dollar within the next two fucking seconds, I swear I will find whoever manufactured you and piss on everything near and dear to them,” Eduardo seethes, cramming the bill into the right slot and keeping his palm pressed firmly against the opening in case the machine tries any funny business like spitting it back out at him for the fifty-billionth time. When he hears the mechanical sliding and feels the paper crinkle against his hand, he growls and kicks the bottom of the machine hard with one of his shiny black oxfords before grimacing at the pain that surges from his toe all the way up to his knee. Jesus fucking Christ, this is really not his day.

When he’s about to give up and has his forehead leaned up against the cold, scratched, and grimy glass of the display window, Eduardo hears a soft chuckle coming from somewhere vaguely to his right. He’s about to whirl around and abandon his usually calm demeanor to incite a shouting match with this laughing scoundrel, but he can’t even manage a scowl when he turns around and finds himself face-to-face with a pale boy with sharp blue eyes and short, messy chestnut curls.

Without a word, the boy nudges Eduardo to the side, grabs his crumpled five dollar bill, and straightens the corners out before gingerly sliding it into the bill slot. The dispenser beeps and the boy hits the keys in rapid succession – 8-8-2-E – and within a few seconds, the package falls with the slightest thwack! of paper hitting the bottom of the machine. He has a teasing smile when he hands it to Eduardo, eyes all shimmery and amused.

Eduardo doesn’t even have to ask how the boy knew which form he needed before he laughs and says, “You’ve been muttering the number to yourself for the past ten minutes.”

Eduardo feels himself go red at that. He’s a normal person, really, just sometimes he does embarrassing things that make him feel like an alien. A weird, weird alien who doesn’t know how to cope in society with normal, calm human beings like this adorable pale boy in front of him who he should really stop staring at because he now has nine minutes until his test begins and oh god shit why.

“Thanks, um, bye!” he mumbles hurriedly, gathering his discarded bag from the floor and dashing off to Littauer Center so he can hopefully not fail his test. He doesn’t get the boy’s name or even a chance to apologize for being such a flailing trainwreck, but he figures whatever, it’s a big school and it’s unlikely they’ll even run into each other again, right?
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fill: don't make me tongue tied, 2/4

(Anonymous)
Wrong.

Eduardo’s sitting in the café staring aimlessly at his laptop trying to think up research paper topics when the bells above the door jingle and reveal the boy again, wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a thin hoodie despite the fact that it’s late winter in Massachusetts. At one of his sides is a wide-eyed ginger boy rattling off a thousand words a minute about who-knows-what, and on the other side is a wiry blonde boy with golden skin, watching with a skeptical brow while the ginger jabbers on. Scantron Boy looks uninterested, though, waltzing up to the counter and ordering a simple cup of coffee before he catches Eduardo’s gaze. His eyes are alarmingly blue, even from across the café, and they hold the same ha, you’re the weird guy who yelled at a machine look.

Eduardo wants to kiss it off of his face, which is a weird feeling. No, no, that will not do, he’s not supposed to start pining for a cute boy he knows nothing about. He’s terrible when he pines because he’s got a single dorm and therefore just openly whines in bed about how he’s going to be alone forever. It’s not pretty.

But no, yeah, he’s really a normal person, honest.

Scantron Boy gets his coffee and starts walking in Eduardo’s general direction, away from his friends, and Eduardo nearly chokes on his mocha when he sits right next to him, staring at the screen of his laptop with narrowed eyes.

“You need more RAM,” Scantron Boy, SB as Eduardo’s mind has now dubbed him, says. “Your computer is really slow.”

“I know,” Eduardo says to SB. He really didn’t know and he makes a mental note, but SB shrugs all the same.

“You looked frustrated,” he says, taking a drink of coffee and crinkling his nose at the taste. SB, Eduardo wants to say, don’t you know that the plain coffee here is shit?

“Research paper,” Eduardo replies curtly, crinkling his own nose at the thought.

SB nods. “Mark.”

Eduardo thinks he’s maybe speaking some weird, cryptic research paper language before he realizes that SB – Mark – is introducing himself.

“Oh, um, Eduardo,” Eduardo says. Mark just nods again.

“Cool. See you, Wardo.” And he stands up and Wardo.

A nickname. It quite literally knocks the breath out of him, and unfortunately included in that breath is the mocha he’d attempted to swig before Wardo happened. Eduardo coughs and ends up spitting half a mouthful of his drink down the front of his powder blue button-down. He coughs until his throat is scratchy and fans the hot coffee stain away from his chest while Mark stares at him with the same expression from the other day before chuckling and walking back to the ginger and the blonde, who are now engaged in a heated conversation about the magazine the ginger is holding up.

Eduardo actually is considering flushing himself down the toilet one of these days.

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fill: don't make me tongue tied, 3/4

(Anonymous)
The following Tuesday, Eduardo recognizes Mark’s ginger friend as the Dustin, boy who usually sits in the back of their econ class and stares longingly at the girls in the front row, so when class lets out, he slows his pace to match Dustin’s and tries his hand at starting up a natural conversation that doesn’t directly involve Mark.

“You’re Mark’s friend, right?”

Oy. So much for that.

Dustin glances up and his hazel eyes light up. “Marky Mark’s my suitemate!” he says enthusiastically. “He also needs to get laid so he’ll stop being an insomniac raincloud in the corner of the suite if you ask me, but anyway, hi! I’m Dustin.”

“W—Eduardo. You, ah, wouldn’t happen to know where Mark is now, would you?”

Dustin nods and grabs the sleeve of Eduardo’s jacket. “Yep, he’s up in the suite. Come on with me, we’ll all have a Halo tournament!”

Eduardo learns on the walk to Kirkland that Dustin is very talkative and outlandishly friendly, so there’s not a single moment of silence.

“How do you know Mark? You seem too normal to be his friend,” Dustin comments. Eduardo laughs because ha, yeah, normal.

“He just helped me with a couple of things, I don’t know him all that well really. I don’t know if we’re friends.” As an afterthought, he mentions, “He called me Wardo.”

Dustin makes the sort of awing noise usually reserved for puppies or small children and he shakes Eduardo’s arm around. “He gave you a nickname! Mark’s a real boy, not a robot in a tiny human suit!”

Eduardo is pretty sure that Dustin is shorter than Mark, but whatever. He shrugs as they reach what must be Dustin and Mark’s suite. Dustin drops his things in the doorway and shouts, “Maaark! You’ve got a vaguely accented visitor with a better tan than Chris!”

Mark steps out of one of the bedrooms and Eduardo’s heart does some weird pounding thing that is probably not even healthy.

“He said you called him Wardo and then he blushed really badly and it was adorable, Mark,” Dustin notes, breezing over to the mini fridge for a bottle of juice. “Adorable.”

“You blushed, really?” Mark teases, leaning against the wall with those mocking eyes.

Eduardo’s going to protest, but Dustin shouts, “Saverin, think fast!” and chucks a bottle of orange juice in Eduardo’s general direction, one that Eduardo really isn’t expecting, so it flies past him and hits the door, cracking the bottle and spilling orange liquid everywhere.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Eduardo mumbles, throwing his bag the opposite direction of the spreading juice puddle. Mark is laughing pretty heartily when he throws a towel that, yet again, Eduardo isn’t expecting, in his direction and it hits him in the face, making him go off-kilter and stumble ass-first into the juice.

Dustin’s laughing so hard that his whole face has gone pink and Mark is just making that Mark face and Eduardo really wants whatever mothership he’s missing from to beam him back home because no, this isn’t happening again.

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fill: don't make me tongue tied, 4/5, CHARACTER LIMITS GO AWAY

(Anonymous)
"smirky little meerkat" is shamelessly stolen from my spirit animal, kurt hummel
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The only conclusion that can be made is that every time he’s around Mark, Eduardo tends to make a clumsy dick out of himself, so he tries his damnedest to avoid situations that involve the smirky little meerkat.

That’s hard, though, because every Tuesday and Thursday after econ, Dustin invites him over for pizza and beer or video games and vodka and he’s too bored and polite to turn down alcohol and company. Besides, he gets along with the blonde roommate, Chris, pretty well and it’s a little easier to ignore Mark, who’s usually holed up in his room coding some pointless program anyway.

Some days, though, like today, Mark stays out in the living room with them and kicks some serious Mario Kart ass between beers. He’s sitting next to Eduardo and nothing embarrassing has happened yet, which is a welcome change, and their shoulders are pressed together, which is even more welcome. Mark even makes little quips every so often about how badly Eduardo’s going to lose before the two of them burst into soft laughter that makes Dustin and Chris smile over at them knowingly.

“I want Chinese!” Dustin announces at the end of the current round. He elbows Chris very deliberately in the ribs. “Let’s get Chinese.”

“Yes,” agrees Chris. “Chinese.”

Eduardo knows what they’re doing because they’re honestly terrible at playing coy. They stumble about, grabbing shoes and socks and jackets, while Mark stretches himself out, letting his head drop to Eduardo’s shoulder. Eduardo sucks his breath in, holding back a helpless grin and the shrill squeal of his inner thirteen-year-old girl, and doesn’t let it back out until Chris and Dustin have left and the suite has gone quiet.

Mark shifts his head, still keeping it on Eduardo’s shoulder, and starts telling a story about his sisters that Eduardo doesn’t really listen to because he’s too busy staring at Mark’s lips, all pink and soft-looking. And the way his tongue flicks against the back of his teeth when he says “Arielle”. And the way he licks his lips after a while.

Before Eduardo’s even sure of what he’s doing, he’s already crushed his lips against Mark’s while the other boy goes stiff beneath him and shit, Eduardo’s really done it this time, hasn’t he?

Fuck. No. And he was doing so well.

“I should go, great seeing you, tell Chris and Dustin I said bye, um… yeah,” Eduardo mumbles as he shoots up and gathers as much of his stuff as he can grab. He’s about to stumble towards the door when Mark reaches for his wrist and tugs him back down so all of his things go clattering to the floor.

Mark’s eyes are wide and confused instead of their usual cockiness. “You really like avoiding me, Wardo,” he mumbles.

Eduardo makes a pained, helpless noise in the back of his throat. “I—I’m sorry, I don’t mean—”

“Don’t mean what?” Mark urges when Eduardo trails off. He’s all kinds of vulnerable looking now and Dustin would probably be proud of this further evidence that Mark isn’t actually an android.

“I—” Eduardo’s throat is dry and he can’t believe he’s about to say the words coming from his mouth. “I don’t mean to make an ass out of myself every time you’re around. The truth is, I like you, Mark, a hell of a lot. And every time I see you, I’m either shouting at inanimate objects or regurgitating coffee all over myself. You probably think I’m an idiot.”

To Eduardo’s surprise, Mark is smiling and reaching his hand up to touch the side of his face. “If I thought you were an idiot, I would have ditched you a long time ago,” he says earnestly, nose brushing against Eduardo’s. “Now come on and kiss me like you mean it, Wardo.”

Wardo. The nickname brings the warmest feeling to the pit of Eduardo’s stomach and he angles his face so his lips fit perfectly against Mark’s, which are now invitingly warm and sweet, his tongue gently searching through his mouth, feeling, memorizing every little crevice. They stay like that for a while, lazily kissing until – and of course it was bound to happen – Eduardo moves to shift his position and falls right off of the edge of the couch, landing on his back with Mark on top of him.

fill: don't make me tongue tied, 5/5

(Anonymous)
Eduardo really wishes that he didn’t exist in that moment until Mark starts laughing and laughing, curling into his chest.

“Leave me alone to die,” Eduardo groans, rubbing at the spot on the back of his head where it had met the floor.

But Mark just grins, flashing those teasing eyes, and bites at his jawline. “I’ve seen you call an inanimate object a fuckbucket, Wardo, and I still like you,” he insists, “I think I can handle you falling off of a couple couches.”

Eduardo accepts the answer, especially when Mark leans down and slots their lips back together, tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of Eduardo’s stupid, aching, clumsy head.

OP

OMG ANON ILU!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS JUST WHAT I NEEDED :D :D

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

SERIOUSLY. I LOVE IT.

And I laughed SO HARD, SO MANY TIMES! GOD.

This:

“If you don’t take this dollar within the next two fucking seconds, I swear I will find whoever manufactured you and piss on everything near and dear to them,” Eduardo seethes, cramming the bill into the right slot and keeping his palm pressed firmly against the opening in case the machine tries any funny business like spitting it back out at him for the fifty-billionth time.

And this!

Eduardo wants to kiss it off of his face, which is a weird feeling. No, no, that will not do, he’s not supposed to start pining for a cute boy he knows nothing about. He’s terrible when he pines because he’s got a single dorm and therefore just openly whines in bed about how he’s going to be alone forever. It’s not pretty.

God, I LAUGHED SO HARD, I HAD TO STOP TO BREATHE!!!!!!

I looooooveeee youuu, Anon. This fill has the PERFECT feeling to it. It is just what I pictured. Like, Eduardo being clumsy and vicious at machines just cracks me up. Seriously. And Mark being all knowing and teasing and Wardo. GAH! I died with you, Eduardo, every time Mark said that nickname, I died with you, too.

And of course Eduardo had to fall off a couch at the end. Of course. Because that is just his life.

Also, this was SO UNBEARABLY CUTE:

“Leave me alone to die,” Eduardo groans, rubbing at the spot on the back of his head where it had met the floor.

But Mark just grins, flashing those teasing eyes, and bites at his jawline. “I’ve seen you call an inanimate object a fuckbucket, Wardo, and I still like you,” he insists, “I think I can handle you falling off of a couple couches.”


And everything, everything about that last scene hand me squealing and clapping like a demented seal. What the fuck.

:D :D

Have I mentioned how happy this has made me?? Have I??

Re: OP

(Anonymous)
YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO ME, I AM NOT WORTHY
thank you so much ajdflksfd and i'm glad it made you happy/laugh/etc oh god

ALSO THANK YOU EVERYONE ELSE AHHHH

Re: fill: don't make me tongue tied, 5/5

(Anonymous)
D'awww, this is so adorable! (And my new headcanon is that Eduardo has ridiculous hair to act as a buffer when he does something clumsy, so he doesn't concuss himself.)

sjdklsajdlaks THIS IS ADORABLE omg. seriously, I LOVE dorky, spazzy Eduardo the most, it just really fits with my mind's view of him. and he's just so great here, as is Mark's wonderful fondness. I loved this!

Re: fill: don't make me tongue tied, 5/5

haha ohmygod, poor eduardo. this was hilarious, loved it. 💕

Re: fill: don't make me tongue tied, 5/5

aaaawwwwwww ♥
it's very adorable and romantic ♥ ♥

Re: fill: don't make me tongue tied, 5/5

This is SO CUTE! Great job! :)

Re: fill: don't make me tongue tied, 5/5

(Anonymous)
adorable :D