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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.

if you're in doubt, please message the mod or leave a comment in the discussion post.



♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♥ be respectful.
♥ 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!
♥ please try to refrain from saying 'seconded!' as much as possible.
♥ on RPF: Please disclaim that it is RPF, a work of fiction and in no way related to the actual actors/persons/etc. (i wouldn't even try and discourage RPF from this meme ;))
♥ WARN FOR COMMON TRIGGERS, PLEASE




FORMAT OF PROMPTS:

♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
♥ for crossover prompts: "[Crossover], The Social Network Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" (e.g. [Crossover], Eduardo/Columbus, [Zombieland])
♥ no "!" in pairings, only in descriptions. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark, FacebookCreator!Eduardo, CFO!Mark)
♥ anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Sean/Other)
♥ Please do not repost prompts from earlier rounds
♥ put [GEN] before GEN prompts.

FILLS:

♥ please don't embed. link to images/videos.
♥ no locked material. this includes communities, even if membership is open.
♥ fills can be posted anonymously or not.
♥ 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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[UNFILLED REQUESTS]
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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

(Anonymous)
"Do you ever wonder why we're even friends?"

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(Anonymous)
UGH this is so sweet and simple and pretty and wonderful

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oh, this is lovely.

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exactly! Mark doesn't need to examine every thing like Wardo :)

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so quiet and so wonderful ♥

Friends, of sort (1/?)

(Anonymous)
Dustin had three minutes, forty-five-and-a-half seconds, one-third of a pizza, and one-fourth of a beer before Mark stormed off to strangle him. That was, if Dustin was still down at the lounge. If he had already left for the airport, then he had roughly one month, three days, fifty-five minutes of winter break until Mark got to him. Depending on Dustin’s mode of transportation, Mark would add another twelve hours to that set amount of time as a cushion.

“Or you could call him,” Eduardo, ever so helpful, said.

“Or I could call him,” Mark agreed. He took another bite of pizza wrapped in a napkin, careful not to get grease on his keyboard again. Eduardo had cleaned it this morning, and he’d be damned if Mark got it dirty again. “But I won’t because then he’ll think that I approve of him calling me.”

That was partially the reason why. Partially. The thing was, Mark couldn’t find his cell phone, and if he bring this up, then Eduardo was going to say that Mark should clean his side of the room to find it, and Mark didn’t want to clean.

However, Eduardo was too intelligent for his own good. “You can’t find your phone, can you?”

“Its location eludes me at the moment,” Mark mumbled.

“Clean your room then,” Eduardo said.

“No,” Mark said firmly. Then, “Can I borrow yours?”

“Not if you don’t clean your room,” said Eduardo. “And wash your hands after you finish eating; you’re going to get grease on the keyboard again.”

“I used a napkin,” Mark protested.

“Mark,” and then Eduardo had that expression on his face, the one that deepened his frown and made his eyes too wide. It was the Eduardo Special because he knew that he could guilt Mark into anything. Mark wondered if the physical well-being of his keyboard was that important to Eduardo.

Mark looked like he was going to hold out for a while, but Eduardo knew that he had won. Finally, after a few minutes, Mark rose from his chair and went to the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to use soap!” Eduardo called out.

Eduardo chuckled lightly when he received Mark’s grumbling as a response. He tossed out the empty pizza box and wiped down the living room table. Mark had refused to eat in the common room, choosing instead to spread grease across his poor keyboard again, but Eduardo was raised as a polite gentleman, thank you very much.

“Done,” Mark walked hastily out of the bathroom, wanting to get back to his computer quickly, but Eduardo frowned in disapproval.

“Mark, you forgot to turn off the bathroom light again.”
Mark was already eleven inches from his computer. “But—”

“Please?”

Mark grumbled in irritation again before he went back to the bathroom to turn off the light. He didn't notice when Eduardo became an environmentalist.

“Thank you,” Eduardo said, even though he didn’t really need to. Mark needed all the encouragement he could get when doing simple things like this.

On the way back to his computer, Mark grabbed another beer.

“Don’t forget to use—”

“A coaster, I know,” said Mark. Actually, he lost the coaster Eduardo got him, but bringing that up meant bringing the cleaning room topic into discussion. Besides, he’ll just use his Art History midterm as a coaster, no big deal.

“Also, don’t forget to call your mother back,” said Eduardo.

“Don’t you have a final to get to?” Mark asked.

“I have forty minutes,” Eduardo said, but he was already buttoning up his coat.

“You like to be at the testing place twenty minutes early,” Mark pointed out, shifting the beer to the right corner of his desk, where Eduardo, who was at the door, would not see that Mark wasn’t using a coaster. Mark told himself that once he found his Art History midterm, he’ll do it, just not now. Besides, if Eduardo was leaving, he might be able to get away with it.

“And go to sleep early,” said Eduardo, still reluctant to leave. “You have an 11 AM final tomorrow.” He knew that Mark was going to stay up as late as possible to get as much gaming done as possible, and as a result, would not budge the next day until 11 or 12.

“I will,” said Mark.

“And don’t forget to call your mother!” Eduardo paused in his track. Then, “Clean your room first.”

“I will! Just go before you get upset that you’re only nineteen minutes early instead of twenty.”


Friends, of sort (1b/?)

(Anonymous)
This was, as with most inconveniences in Mark’s life, Dustin’s fault.

Dustin and Chris got to leave early for break because their finals schedule finished by Tuesday. But Mark, who was probably on the administration’s black list or something, had his last final on Friday, so he had to stay in the room all alone for the rest of the week.

This was fine by Mark because he was going to spend most of it playing games anyway. He’ll leave Friday afternoon.

Then Dustin, the loudmouth idiot, just had to tell Eduardo, who happened to have his last final Friday night, that Mark was going to spend his lonely life holed up in his room without the comforting presence of his two roommates (a completely horrible lie).

This, of course, meant that Eduardo offered to be his unofficial roommate until Friday, and that Mark was going to delay leaving until Saturday morning.

“You know, you don’t have to wait for me,” Eduardo said as he placed his duffle bag on the floor instead of dumping it on Dustin’s bed like Mark suggested. “You could leave Friday afternoon if you need to.”

“It’s fine,” Mark said dismissively. He didn’t want Eduardo to stay in the nearly empty dorm all alone, but he wasn’t going to say that. “Internet at home is terrible anyway. I want to mooch off as much as I can here.”

In reality, Mark had used up most of his bandwidth limit, but what Eduardo didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. It was fine. He’ll figure out a way to steal Chris’s, since Dustin probably ran out after he spent all night after his last final.

“Alright, if you’re sure,” Eduardo had said, and Mark had ended the conversation there.

Actually, Mark had thought that having Eduardo as a temporary roommate wouldn’t be bad at all. Eduardo wouldn’t make unnecessary noises like Dustin, and wouldn’t complain about the state of the bathroom like Chris.

Everything was fine, until Eduardo asked:

“When was the last time you clean your room?”

Mark was going to kill Dustin.

Friends, of sort (1c/?)

(Anonymous)
Eduardo got back around 5 PM, which surprised Mark because he expected Eduardo at least twenty to thirty minutes later than that. Eduardo was quiet as a mouse, and Mark wouldn’t have notice him had Mark not get off his seat to grab another beer.

“Hey,” Eduardo said as he unbuttoned his coat.

“Hey,” said Mark. “Want one?” He lifted up his beer. He was only asking out of habit, not that Eduardo would drink before six.

“Sure,” Eduardo said, and Mark was so surprised that he just stared at Eduardo. “What?”

“Nothing,” said Mark, reaching in the fridge to grab another beer because he had only taken one for himself, thinking that Eduardo would refuse his offer.

“You ask but you only took one out?” Eduardo said, and there was something in his tone that warned Mark to step back.

Mark said nothing as he handed Eduardo the beer. Eduardo sounded irritated, itching for a fight, and Mark wasn’t in the mood to indulge him. Best that he remained quiet. Hopefully whatever Eduardo had up his ass will blow over by dinner time.

Mark tossed Eduardo the bottle opener and got back to his seat, returning to the game. He was used to roommates being prissy at the most random times, and Eduardo was no different. Mark will continue on with life. When Eduardo was ready, he’ll start talking.

If Mark had to guess, Eduardo’s final probably didn’t go as well as he had hoped.

If it was Mark, he wouldn’t even care because another bad test was just another part of life, like not being able to talk to girls at parties (not that he was ever invited to one). Sure, he would be pissed for a while, but he would get over it with a good beer and several hours of gaming.

But this was Eduardo, who had a daddy issue the size of the Grand Canyon, so Mark suspected that sulking period would extend past 7 PM.

Whatever. Eduardo would talk when he was ready.

Friends, of sort (1d/?)

(Anonymous)
Eduardo was still not ready.

Granted, Mark had only waited for ten minutes, but Eduardo’s bad mood must be infectious because Mark couldn’t concentrate on leveling up his elf. Instead, Mark found himself scrolling mindlessly through the forum and not-watching Eduardo from the corner of his eye.

Eduardo was sprawled on Dustin’s bed, the opened beer by the bedside, untouched. (Mark was glad. A sober Eduardo was difficult enough, let alone a drunk one.)

Mark wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Obviously, he could try to make Eduardo feel better, but he wasn’t very good at it.

Now, last time something like this happened was when Eduardo did badly on a midterm. Mark had said that Eduardo shouldn’t worry about it because grade grubbing was only for necessary for a pre-med, but wait, Eduardo was a business major, so perhaps GPA was kind of a big deal; but hey, Eduardo could always become a CS major or something.

Eduardo got really mad at Mark for that.

Another time, Eduardo received a bad grade (bad in Eduardo’s definition) on an Ethnics Studies essay, and it was expected because rumor had it that the professor didn’t believe in giving an A on the first essay. Mark had said that Eduardo shouldn’t worry because no one cared about Ethnics Studies anyway, which somehow prompted Eduardo the Righteous to go on lecturing Mark about not looking down on other majors or something similar. Mark didn’t understand. It was like Eduardo wanted himself to feel worse about that essay.

So Mark discovered that he sucked at comforting people. It was for Eduardo’s own emotional well being that he remained quiet.

(Actually, it was scientifically proven that being around Mark was jarring on one's emotional health, so Eduardo was probably a masochist.)

But Mark could try again. If Eduardo got mad at him, there was the entire winter break for Eduardo to get over it.

Before Mark could begin to attempt comforting Eduardo via saying something possibly offending, Eduardo’s phone rang.

Mark didn’t even try pretending not to stare at Eduardo as he flipped open his phone.

“Olá Pai.”

Throughout the period of being Eduardo’s potential-friend, Mark quickly learned that if “Shit, a hurricane” or “Damn, a flood” were on the list of potential dangerous phone calls received from family members at most inconvenient times, then “Olá Pai” would be at the top of the list.

Eduardo quickly rose from the bed. He gave Mark a hand signal as he walked out of the room, which Mark interpreted as ‘I’m going to go out alone and have Pai belittle my self-esteem until it shrivels down to nothing, don’t mind. Order something for dinner please.’

The front door opened and closed with a heavy click.

Mark scratched the back of his neck and wondered what he should do.

Friends, of sort (1e/?)

(Anonymous)
Eduardo came back a while later, face stormy and footsteps heavy.

Mark was going to be quiet about this whole business, until Eduardo practically collapsed on Dustin’s bed, lifting up both hands to cover his face, as if he couldn’t stand to face the world anymore.

It was what people who planned to commit suicide looked like (Mark thought) or his overly dramatic sister after her boyfriend broke up with her, which Mark sure wasn’t a very good sign.


“I cleaned my side of the room,” said Mark.

Eduardo took his hands off his face to peer at Mark curiously.

“I found the coaster that you gave me,” Mark continued. “And I found my phone.”

Eduardo looked around the room and then at Mark like there was something wrong with him. There probably was. “Do…you want a congratulation?” Eduardo said hesitantly, partially irritated and partially confused about what Mark was doing. Mark didn’t know either.

“No,” said Mark. “You’re always so irritated when I’m being messy, so I figured that I would finally stop your nagging.”

“My nagging?” Shit, Eduardo seemed more pissed off than he was before. “It was all for your own good.”

“I know,” said Mark, and then Eduardo looked even more confused. Mark didn’t know where this conversation was heading either. He didn’t know why he started it in the first place.

“Are you—” Eduardo began hesitantly, “trying to make me feel…better?”

“I don’t know.”

Eduardo’s face did a really complicated expression that Mark couldn’t read. Then, “It’s…better than your other attempts in the past.”

Mark was aware that he was being treated like an elementary school kid getting ice-cream for a somewhat-decent job done, but he wasn’t going to complain. Compare to what he did in the past, this attempt practically looked like the work of a saint.

Eduardo’s laugh startled Mark, and Mark would have said something except for the fact that Eduardo looked so relax and happy; all the gloom from before melted away at the expense of Mark’s ridiculousness.

“I wasn’t that bad,” Mark protested weakly, knowing that he was going to lose, but understanding that he won something else more important.

“Yes,” Eduardo nodded. “Yes you were. Horrible, in fact. Sometimes you even made me feel worse than I was before hand.”

“I warned you that I wasn’t very good,” Mark felt obligated to point out. Hey, Eduardo had received a fair warning before they became friends. Warning: Be careful when handling this friend. This friend may cause headaches, irritation, mood swing, hypertension, and ulcer. Please direct all questions to 1-800-Mark-Zuckerberg-s-mom.

Friends, of sort (1f/?)

(Anonymous)
Eduardo rose from the bed and walked to Mark’s side, peering at what Mark was doing on the computer screen, “What are you doing?” and Mark had a moment of panic because he completely forgot that—

“You’re not doing anything,” said Eduardo.

“No,” Mark admitted. “I was before,” he added weakly before Eduardo would get ideas in his head that Mark was too worried about him to function or something.

Luckily, Eduardo had mercy on him and let the topic drop, choosing instead to slump on Mark’s bed, and, of course, because he was Eduardo, he pointed out, “Hey, you should clean your sheets too.”

“I’ll get to that eventually,” Mark said. Hey, he already cleaned today; he had exhausted his capacity.

“What does your mother say when she visits you?” Eduardo asked.

“I make sure to clean up before she arrives,” Mark shrugged. Although, she still tsk-tsked at the state of his room despite his attempt to clean up beforehand. “What does your parents say when they visit? Nothing, I bet.”

A heavy silence followed, and Mark mentally cursed at his own stupidity. Topics about parental unit must be avoided at all cost. How could he forget such a simple rule?

“They don’t visit,” Eduardo said.

Mark was surprised. Considering that Eduardo’s father had the habit of calling two times a day, seven days a week, he would expect that Eduardo’s parents would visit at least once. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Eduardo said. “They always said that they trusted me to live responsibly, and they’re busy most of the time, so I don’t want to impose.”

“Then why do they call you so often?” Mark asked. Maybe he should drop the topic and stop digging himself into a deeper hole, but hey, what Eduardo said did not match up.

“I don’t know,” Eduardo admitted. “My father always said how proud he was of me and how he knew I wouldn’t disappoint him, and my mom just asked if I was eating right.” He sighed. “I just—my father always said that I will never disappoint him, and then he called again today after I just fucked up that test, and I just can’t—” Eduardo buried his face in his hands again.

“It’s…alright,” Mark said with lack of anything better to say, feeling weird because before, he had hoped that Eduardo started talking, but now that Eduardo did, it was one of those awkward topics that Mark couldn’t comment on.

“It’s not,” Eduardo mumbled. “I’m so stupid! There were so many parts on that exam that I should have known—”

“It’s just one test,” said Mark.

“I disappointed my father,” Eduardo continued, like he didn’t hear Mark. “I fucked up, and then when he called today and said that I won’t disappoint him, I hung up.”

Shit.

In Mark’s world, hanging up on someone wasn’t that bad; his sister did it all the time whenever Mark irritated her, but in Eduardo’s world, it was a federal crime.

“I don’t know what to do,” said Eduardo. “I just—I’m so tired of everything.”

“Then call him back,” said Mark. “Tell him you’re tired.”

“I can’t do that; are you crazy?”

“Why not? You said you were sick of him placing pressure on you.”

“If I say that, he’ll be even more disappointed!”

“If you’re sick of pressure, then don’t be pressured.” Mark didn’t know why Eduardo was so worked up with this. The solution was damn simple. Unless he actually wanted his father to pressure him. Maybe he did. Mark wouldn’t know; Eduardo’s mind was too weird sometimes.

“Easy for you to say,” Eduardo said bitterly.

“What does that mean?”

“You never give a fuck about anyone, not even if you disappoint or hurt them. You just do what the hell you want and you don’t care about the consequences.”

“So?”

Eduardo looked startled. “What?”

“So what?” said Mark.

“What do you mean ‘so what’?”

Mark shrugged. “It’s my life; I can do whatever I want with it. You’re always worried about unnecessary things, Wardo. I don’t need you to take care of me, and your father doesn’t need you to take care of him. He’s an adult; he could handle disappointment. Deal with it.”

Eduardo’s face became stormy at that, and he looked like he wanted to hit Mark. However, just like every other time that he was furious, Eduardo just stormed out of the room, dramatic as always, and a slam of the front door was his only reply to Mark.

Fuck it. Now Mark was irritated too, and he wasn’t sure why.

Friends, of sort (1g/?)

(Anonymous)
Mark went to sleep early that night. He wasn’t tired, but he didn’t want to be awake when Eduardo came back, and then there would be an awkward moment when Mark wasn’t going to apologize for what he'd said and Eduardo would be expecting an apology, and Mark definitely didn’t want to deal with that.

Mark had been lying in bed for two hours, but he couldn’t sleep. Eduardo hadn’t been back yet, and no, Mark wasn’t going to go after him because Eduardo was a fucking adult, and Eduardo could (should) be able to take care of himself. If Eduardo wanted someone to baby him and feel sorry for him and his father issue, Mark wasn’t going to be that person.

“You never give a fuck about anyone, not even if you disappoint or hurt them. You just do what the hell you want and you don’t care about the consequences.”

Just…fuck, Eduardo’s words pissed him off, and Mark didn’t understand why he was angry because it was the truth. But then Eduardo’s words made him thought of other things that he didn’t want to think about.

Once when Mark had a fight with his sister, she had called him an asshole and said, “Fuck you. You just don’t understand because you don’t have feelings the way I do.” It wasn’t even a big fight because they fought all the time, but for some reason, Mark always remembered those words as if they had been burned into his mind. It made him angry because he hated it when people felt sorry for themselves and talked as if no one else had the same problem because fuck you, everyone had issues. Just because they didn’t show it didn’t mean they felt nothing.

“Mark’s a naturally coarse boy,” his grandmother had said.

Fine.

Let him be a coarse boy. He didn’t give a fuck about anyone. He didn’t feel feelings the proper way. Looking at the mess people made of themselves when they gave into their normal feelings, he didn’t want to be like that anyway.

Just look at Eduardo being all sensitive and see where that got him.

Mark sighed in frustration as he turned in his bed to face the wall. Eduardo had been gone for a long time, and he still hadn’t returned. Mark wondered what Eduardo was doing and whether he'd eaten. Mark had ordered a pizza and had left it on the table along with a glass of water, just in case Eduardo hadn’t gotten something to eat when he was out.

Mark sat up on his bed and peered at the alarm clock on his desk. The green 10:47 PM stared back at him.

Mark slumped back onto the bed and did not worry about how Eduardo was doing.

***

Eduardo’s ring tone startled Mark.

Mark rose from his bed and followed the sound to Dustin’s bed, where Eduardo’s phone was lying on top of the blanket.

Mark had a feeling he knew who was calling.

He returned back to bed and left the phone ringing as it was.

***

The phone rang nine more times.

Eduardo still hadn’t returned.

Re: Friends, of sort (1g/?)

I am really enjoying this, hope you continue this, anon <3

ahaha at Eduardo mothering Mark and telling him to clean up.. and Mark actually following his advice and knowing things like Eduardo preferring to be 20 minutes early for an exam. they are so married. xD

and asdlkndlfkgndf, Mark's own awkward, weird Mark-ish way of cheering Eduardo up. <3 though really sad about the robot comments and how Mark tries not to let it affect him because it is true to an extent, but mostly just because he doesn't want to seem silly about being hurt about something like that so he doesn't acknowledge that it's not entirely true.

this is amazing, tbh. extremely excited for more; your Mark characterization is stellar and totally breaking my heart, and this Eduardo is so moody and thunderous and canon, holy hell. awesome!

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