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The Sarcastic Kitty oresteia wrote in tsn_kinkmeme
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[PART TEN]
Part 10 is open and prompts from 1-4 can be re-posted here if they were not filled.

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 * PART NINE


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.





It's finally time for part 10, it's been a few months but even after the article of doom, we're still open.

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

Kitty





[ARCHIVING]
[DELICIOUS]
[UNFILLED REQUESTS]
[FILLED REQUESTS]
[FLAT VIEW]



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 re-post prompts from parts five, six, seven, eight, or nine. 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.

Dustin/Mark, protective!Mark

(Anonymous)
When Chris is hurt, Mark offers his sympathies in a vaguely insulting, slightly awkward way that is so Mark that it manages to be comforting almost by accident.

When Eduardo is hurt, Mark sits by his side (not without his laptop, let's not get greedy here), listens to him rant and maybe, if things are truly bad, he even does that thing where he wraps his arms around Eduardo ("It's called a hug, Mark, stop looking like a homicidal squirrel, okay?"). That always makes Wardo stupidly happy anyway.

But when someone hurts Dustin... Dustin, who should always be smiling. Dustin, who doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Dustin, who has plans about saving puppies from zombies...

Well. That makes Mark angry. And when Mark's angry, things happen.

FILL (1/4)

(Anonymous)
Wow OP, this is a beautiful prompt ♥ First fic since way back when the TSN fandom had just begun, so I hope nobody's too out of character.



Five Times Mark Comforted His Friends (and One Time He Didn't Have To)



I. CHRIS

It's Monday morning in the office and Chris has that look on his face that sends the intern scurrying across the maze of cubicles to the nearest coffee machine. The sun is shining and the grass in Palo Alto has never been greener.

None of this seems to make any difference to a certain Chris Hughes.

'So what happened this time?' Dustin slides his coffee over to Mark, who drains it in one gulp and hands it back. One indignant look and a set of puppy eyes later, Mark is yelling at the receptionist to yell at the intern to yell at the coffee machine to grind out yet one more cup of heavenly poison.

'Domestic issues.' The new cup of coffee nests snugly within Dustin's palms as Mark replies. After a lengthy silence, Dustin realizes he's not going to get any more of an explanation.

'...So what do we do?' Drumming his pen on the desk as he creates vicious rumors about Eduardo's personal life on online forums, the creator of Facebook offers his brilliant opinion: 'We should get him drunk and --'

Dustin sighs. This is why Chris is the PR; Mark's hopeless at human interaction, although Dustin likes to think his efforts are making some difference. If Facebook had invested money into that cloning business like Dustin had suggested that one time they were half-passed out on a couch after a bug had made the system go into downtime for almost two hours, they could clone Chris and ask Chris-clone how to handle original-Chris' mood swings. Assuming Chris-clone wasn't suffering from the same affliction.

'Well, what do you like having people do when you have domestic issues?' Dustin asks, sitting down. Mark pushes him off the table.

'I don't have issues,' he replies, affronted. 'Domestic or otherwise.'

Dustin pointedly does not mention the summer Mark spent tearing pillows and throwing coffee cups into the pool after being dumped by his long-time girlfriend.

'That was not an issue, that was a momentary lapse of --'

Dustin pointedly does not mention the way Mark has photoshopped Eduardo's head onto a picture of a fairy princess and is currently in the process of uploading it onto Wikipedia.

'...Shut up.'

'I didn't say anything!'

Mark scowls.

'You just did. And I get it already, now go do some work.'

Dustin grins, leaves his half-drunk cup of coffee on Mark's desk, and flounces off right into the intern bringing coffee back to Chris.

Chris stares at Dustin, then the girl, and finally the shattered shards of his hope and liquid happiness melting into the carpet. The sun shrinks behind a cloud.

'Uh...'

Mark hands over Dustin's coffee with a sympathetic shrug.

'I'm sorry about your coffee. It'd be sad if you really needed chemicals and drugs to keep you happy, though. I mean, that's a
legitimate sickness. They have groups for that. But I'm not saying you need to go to them. There are so many other things you could do to cope with life. Like edit pictures. And code viruses. Not saying I've done any of those before. I'm just saying it's an option.'

For one long moment, the Palo Alto office stills. A bird flies into the window. Then Chris smiles and the sun emerges from its hiding place.

'Thanks, Mark, but that's not necessary.' He turns and walks back to his seat. 'Dustin, you should clean up that coffee, though.'

'What?!'

'And make sure you get all the stains out!'



II. DUSTIN (a)

'I can't believe he made me clean up the coffee.'

Mark passes a hand wearily over his eyes.

'Are you actually upset about this or are you just looking for another way to avoid work?' He smoothes out the cover of TIME Magazine while Dustin flaps his arms like a giant chicken.

'I most certainly am upset about it! What are interns for?'

Mark puts his headphones on.

'You're still smiling, so it's okay.' A faint blush powders his
cheeks, and Dustin stares in amazement.

'Yeah,' he says, and plucks the headphones off Mark. 'It's almost seven. Let's go for dinner.'

FILL (2/4)

(Anonymous)
III. EDUARDO (a)

There had been a time, in college, when Eduardo came to Mark for comfort.

Mark could tell how bad the problem was by looking at the creases between Eduardo's eyebrows and the angle of his mouth. Big crease, little crease; a curved arc tilted slightly south. Today he would sit by Eduardo for thirty-five minutes (with his laptop, of course, let's not get too greedy) and then offer the other man a chocolate if he was still upset.

Sometimes, Eduardo would arrive in the room with eyes sparkling and hands balled into fists by his side. When that happened, Mark would carry his laptop over, sit down with Eduardo on the bed and they would watch movies together with Mark's arm around Eduardo's shoulders.

Once, Dustin waltzed into the room with Chris standing awkwardly at his side to see Mark and Eduardo fast asleep, heads together, Mark's left arm curled around Eduardo's waist. Mark's laptop rested comfortably on his thighs, tilted ever so slightly towards the sliver of air between the two men's knees.

Dustin had felt a slight twinge of something, as if he had just been left out of a great and mysterious connection that would never wither despite time's best efforts.

Then the rains came, and whatever there had been melted away into foggy memories and lines of numbers on sheets of bleached-white wood.



IV. EDUARDO (b)

He drops by Mark's house on New Year's Eve. Dustin's left the house to grab some chips from the store. While he's out, Eduardo drives by Mark's house, eyes bright and shining with something that isn't quite rage anymore.

When Dustin returns, Mark is sitting stiffly on the couch staring with strained eyes through the gloom at the harsh light of his computer screen. The smell of alcohol permeates the room. It takes Dustin a moment to recognize the figure resting against Mark's shoulder,
clinging to Mark's arm.

'Eduardo?' His voice comes out cracked and husky, so much of a whisper it's almost a gasp, but Mark shudders violently out of his trance, meeting Dustin's eyes with defiance.

'He...he said it might be okay soon.'

When Eduardo leaves the next morning, Mark holds out his arms.

'I'll do that thing for you - the one we used to do, sometimes, with the --'

'It's called a hug, Mark, stop looking like a homicidal squirrel, okay?' And Eduardo smiles, and Mark smiles back, and Dustin feels his heart constrict so much he thinks it might burst...

Eduardo leaves, and Mark shuts the door, and Dustin does not ask.



V. DUSTIN (b)

Something's wrong, but whatever it is, Dustin's not telling Mark. He won't tell Chris, either, because Chris works for Facebook and is thus an extension of Mark, no matter what the blonde man says.

'For goodness' sake, Dustin, don't compare me to Mark. I'm normal, honestly.'

Dustin waves his friend away with a regal toss of his head.

'Is it the puppy thing again? I've already told you, Dustin, zombies don't exist, so there isn't a company in the world which will back you up in your creation of a Puppy Protection Union In the Case of Zombie Apocalypse.'

'I never said they exist, I just said it's a very real possibility! And it's got nothing to do with that!'

'...I've already said I won't tell Mark.'

Chris is the PR. He's a skilled liar. Dustin has seen Chris talk up the new Facebook Timeline like it's a gift from the gods, but Dustin has also seen Chris' customized Facebook page, which is oddly lacking in Timeline features.

'He's just worried about you, Dustin.'

If Mark was worried about Dustin, why wasn't he sitting on Dustin's bed with his arm around Dustin's waist? Why didn't Dustin ever get the hug thing? Why was he so upset, anyway?

Chris tugs on Dustin's sleeve. Dustin looks up and sees that Chris has gone a little pale, but is smiling gently, so gently, as if he knows something Dustin doesn't.

He probably does, but that's not the point.

'I won't tell Mark,' Chris promises, and lets go. Dustin watches him wander off and wonders what just happened.

-

FILL (3/4)

(Anonymous)
Mark's in a bad mood today, and he's not telling Dustin why, but Dustin bets it has something to do with Eduardo Saverin, because it always does, and now Dustin's in a bad mood too.

Luckily, Chris is in a good mood, and his charms have the intern floating her way to the kitchen before she realizes she's agreed to make twenty cups of coffee and take care of his paperwork for the day.

One of the employees catches Mark muttering to himself at the computer. I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them--

Chris finds the man huddled in the bathroom and convinces the poor guy not to quit.

'He was playing Plants vs Zombies,' Chris lies, and the man's eyes light up.

Another employee finds Dustin coding viruses. Chris intercepts her on the way to Mark's office and convinces the poor girl not to tell Mark that Dustin's planning on secretly destroying Facebook.

Although the way Dustin's looking at his computer, Chris isn't so sure he believes his own words.

-

Things reach their climax when Mark corners Dustin after work that night. Chris has gone home with his husband and the rest of the employees scattered shortly after. Dustin had been so engrossed in making sim!Wardo hook up with Mark's ex while sim!Mark looked brokenly on that he hadn't noticed the office drain empty until Mark began turning the lights off.

'Is that...me?'

Dustin yelps and brings up the screensaver with a cough. Judging by the look on Mark's face, it's not working.

'You've been in a bad mood the whole day, and I want to know why.'

'You've been in a bad mood the whole day,' Dustin mimics, 'but I don't want to know why.'

'I was in a bad mood because you were in a bad mood and up until just then I hadn't even the slightest idea why!'

Typical Mark. Never listens to a word of what people say.

'I said I don't care,' Dustin says, 'and it's none of your business.'

'It is,' Mark says fiercely. 'It is because I -- because we're, because we're friends, right? And, and it takes a lot to get you actually upset, I know, because I can tell now, I've known you long enough that I can tell when you're faking it. And, and --'

'Mark...'

'And I don't like it when you're not happy.' He says it in a rush, like a sob, leaning in the dim light of sunset over Dustin's chair. 'I don't like it when you're not happy.'

When they first started up the business in Palo Alto, Dustin swung into the swimming pool a little too hard and spent a fraction of a second more under the water than he'd been prepared to. All of a sudden he feels that burning sensation in his lungs again, like he can't get enough air even though he can see the light just above him, and all he has to do is break the surface to live again.

Mark is still speaking.

'I hate it when you stop sitting on my desk and I hate it when you don't complain about the interns to me. I'll hack into their Facebook accounts and find their private conversations and we can use that as blackmail. So don't worry about it anymore, okay? I might not believe in it as much as you do -- I don't actually believe in it at all, actually, because it's physically impossible, but I want you to be happy, and if this is what you want, then --'

Dustin blinks.

'Wait, Mark, what are you talking about?'

It's Mark's turn to blink in confusion.

'The puppies...?'

Dustin rolls his chair a centimeter back.

'What?'

'The Puppy Protection Union In the Case of Zombie Apocalypse? Weren't you just controlling a simulation exploring what would happen if the zombie apocalypse actually happened...?'

Dustin stares.

'Actually, I was playing the Sims and making Eduardo hook up with your ex-girlfriend so that you'd be jealous,' he admits. 'See?'

Mark looks.

'Oh,' he says at last. 'That's Wardo? I thought it was a puppy.'

Dustin suddenly understands a lot more about the way Mark sees the world. At the same time, his brain finally manages to catch up to the rest of his body.

'Oh sh--'

FILL (4/4)

(Anonymous)
'So why were you trying to make me jealous?'

Mark looks honestly confused, brows creased and head tilted ever so slightly to one side. So Dustin thinks it over for a moment.

'I...don't actually know,' he says at last. 'I think the spirit of Eduardo-hate has left you and begun possessing me.'

'But that makes no sense. Weren't you trying to get me jealo--oh. Oh.' Mark looks at him with the same soft smile Chris had earlier, only it's a little creepy seeing Mark smile like that because Mark has some sort of social retardation and Dustin doesn't want to be the person who's denser about social matters than Mark.

The sun has set and lights are going up around them. Mark's face is half-shadow, illuminated only by the light of Dustin's monitor. He leans closer and Dustin feels his heart thrumming for some odd, unknown reason, anticipating...anticipating what?

Then Mark leans forward and brushes his lips hesitantly against Dustin's, a kiss so light Dustin isn't quite sure it actually happened.

'Oh.'

Mark's mouth quirks up, ever so slightly.

'Yeah,' he says, and then, so close, ' "oh." '

Dustin wraps his fingers around Mark's shoulders and forgets how to breathe.



(VI. AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER)

'I can't believe you actually bought me a research grant for the Puppy Protection League,' Dustin crows gleefully, flinging his arms around Mark's neck.

Nobody looks up. The intern stealthily makes herself a cup of coffee.

'Don't you have work to do?'

'But I'd rather do this,' Dustin says, winking, and trails his fingers across Mark's shoulders.

Mark yelps.

'Dustin!'

Nobody looks up. Chris takes his earplugs out and picks up his phone. An employee shouts in frustration as he loses Plants vs Zombies.

Mark pulls Dustin closer and kisses his forehead.

'We'll be on lunch break in half an hour,' he whispers. Dustin nods eagerly. 'Chris, I don't know what you're planning on doing with those pictures, but I assure you that if those become public in any way I will count it a PR failure and hold you responsible.'

Chris grins and obediently sticks his phone back in his pocket, but he doesn't delete the pictures.

Re: FILL (4/4)

(Anonymous)
Author!Anon you are a beautiful human being and I want you to elope with me to Las Vegas.

(I'm currently in a seminar so I can't comment properly, but I will be back with another comment BECAUSE I CANNOT CONTAIN MY FEELINGS THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OK.)

Re: FILL (4/4)

YEAH!!! great work anon :D

Re: FILL (4/4)

(Anonymous)
this is brilliant and my mouth
i cant help it
its smiling so hard it hurts asdfghjkl;

Re: FILL (4/4)

OH MY GOD THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED

THANK YOU

Re: FILL (4/4)

(Anonymous)
yes!!