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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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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)
♥ 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.






[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.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.
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i know i'm lost -- 13b/?

(Anonymous)
The weekend passed quickly as Eduardo picked Mark up Saturday morning for coffee before Mark went to work. As Mark hovered over his red slushie, Eduardo rested in his chair, watching him. Mark was swirling his straw around, concentrating on breaking a bit up, looking slightly disheveled with his hair sticking up randomly and his sky blue v-neck exposing more of his collarbone than usual.


“Mark, are you okay?”


Mark looked up at him, and Eduardo saw that his normally focused eyes were only half-there. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be fine.” His voice was a lot softer than normal, and he flicked his eyes back to the slushie, now his hands just jabbing randomly at it.


Eduardo took a long pull of his hot chocolate. He had only seen a few people act like this, but Mark wasn’t heartbroken in any sense of the word. He just looked a bit sick and nervous. He sighed and slid his hot chocolate over to the other side of the table, then stood up and sat next to Mark, who had slid into a booth instead of their normal car bench seat. Eduardo pulled at Mark’s hands until they slid off the slushie’s sides and into Eduardo’s. “Mark, what is wrong?”


Mark sighed and looked at Eduardo, then down at their hands. “I’m just upset about Nana Moscovitz. I mean, I know she isn’t my real Nana or whatever but I mean she’s awesome. She helps me with sunblock in the places I can’t reach when I go to Florida and get forced to go the beach with Dustin even though I burn after like ten minutes in the sun and the sand always gets all over me because if I fall asleep Dustin buries me and my nose goes all red and it sucks. She always bakes me Symphony brownies and lets me sleep in whenever I want. She’s my family.” After he realized what he had just said, he blushed and pulled at his hands, trying to get away from the sheer pull of Eduardo’s glance.


But Eduardo wouldn’t let him. Instead, he stuck his head on the exposed collarbone of his boyfriend, snuggling in. His hands went around Mark’s neck, and he held on, like Princess Mia did to Michael in the books (Eduardo had been reading them in his spare time). “That isn’t dumb, Mark.” He inhaled a little of Mark’s scent, a hint of the cologne that Mark wouldn’t give him the name of, metal, rain, and something pure boy stuck to Mark’s skin. Eduardo rubbed his nose in it and Mark took a hand and patted the back of Eduardo’s head. “Thank you for telling me.”


Mark chuckled, a deep belly one that, though it was short, vibrated through his chest. “You’re welcome. I have a feeling you’re doing a Princess Mia imitation right now, which would make Chris either Lilly or Tina. I vote Tina.”


Eduardo laughed into Mark’s collarbone. “Why Tina?”


“Because then Dustin would be Boris and that would be too hilarious. I would have to tell him and then he’d get really into it, tucking his pants in and everything. If you can keep a secret,” Mark dropped his voice so only Eduardo could hear it, “Dustin’s always had a crush on Boris anyway, so it wouldn’t be that far of a stretch.” Eduardo chuckled again, and Mark breathed in happily.


Eventually Eduardo sat up to take a sip of his coffee, which led to Mark checking the time on his cell phone. “I hate to say this, but it’s time for you to drive me to work.”


Eduardo turned to Mark and pouted, who in return attempted to pout but instead made himself look like a puffer fish. As Eduardo grabbed his cup and headed towards the car, he turned to Mark, who was messing with his slushie still and said, “Are you sure I can’t pick you up later?”


Mark smiled, and instead of it being a distracted glimmer, it was back to full on brightness. “Yeah, Ellen’s going to drive me home after practice. You have that important lunch with your father tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you up late.”


Eduardo huffed, but before he could object Mark kissed him, and Eduardo blanked out for a moment.


As he pulled away he heard sighs from the counter, and remembered that not everyone was so lucky.

i know i'm lost -- 13c/?

(Anonymous)
Sunday was a day of Mark taking cat naps in between texts from Dustin, who had spent all of his time in the hospital room with his Nana and had done none of his homework. For Eduardo, it was a day of long meetings with his father about the possibilities for The Grindhouse in advertising and mergers. There were a few failing coffeehouses Eduardo’s father had found for Eduardo to consider, but all Eduardo was interested in was maybe sponsoring some Y soccer teams and making t-shirts to sell. At an impasse, Eduardo had gone home and IMed with Mark about their World test the next day, which neither of them had spent a lot of time studying for. They stayed up until 1 AM studying and playing Truth or Dare until Eduardo almost fell asleep on his keyboard. Mark forced him to go to bed, but they both agreed to get to school early the next morning. Dustin already had to be at school early to talk to Frances about his last essay and Chris, if texted early enough, would complain but be fine once they got to school.
Mark greeted Dustin four and half hours later with a Snapple, some blueberry muffins his mom had made for Dustin whenever he was feeling awful, and a box.


“Oh Markie you got me a present! You shouldn’t have.” For that he received a playful smack on the head.


“Eat your muffin.”


Dustin obliged, popping open his tea and sitting the box on the floor and the muffin in his lap. After inhaling half of his first muffin, he turned to Mark, who seemed to be twitching underneath his navy sweater. “What’s in the box, Mark? Please don’t tell me you cut off your – "


“No, sorry. It’s for Eduardo. I bought the tickets for the Gold Motel show this Saturday months ago but I figured I’d either hawk them or we’d go if I hadn’t gotten together with Eduardo.”


“I don’t do offshoot bands though.”


“Shut your whore mouth, you enjoy The Young Veins. You forget that we’re friends on last.fm.”


Dustin swore and Mark laughed, a light one that didn’t shake his shoulders. “Mark, are you nervous he won’t say yes?” Mark scoffed and Dustin laughed the rest of the way to school, Mark smacking him at the red lights.


-------------


After guiling Chris with coffee, Eduardo ran smack into Mark as he checked his phone. Mark, who was standing in front of Mr. Gilliam’s locked room with a little white box with black silhouettes of buildings on them.


Eduardo thrust a slushie at Mark as he stared at the little box cradled in Mark’s hands. “Mark, what is that?”


Mark took the slushie then handed the little box to Eduardo. “It’s for you.” He took a pull of his slushie as Eduardo examined the box, looking at the felt pieces of buildings, intrigued. “You can open it.”


Eduardo thrust his coffee at Mark as he slowly opened the box where it said in felt open here . Inside was a CD case holding up two tickets. He pulled them out to see they read Gold Motel at the Bowery Ballroom . They were general admission, but it was nice. Eduardo had only heard about the concert after it sold out, so he was excited to see that he got a chance to go. After putting the tickets back, he lifted the CD case out and saw that Mark had written in his best handwriting


E –
Go to the concert with me? I miss New York.
Love,
- M



After flipping the case over, there were song titles in the shape of the Empire State Building on the back. He scanned the CD case and then looked at Mark, who was shifting from foot to foot in his best sweater. Not bothering to answer him verbally, Eduardo leaned over and kissed Mark, who responded enthusiastically.


They were interrupted by the clearing of a throat. “I’m glad you two are happy, but I’ve really got to unlock the door.” Both turning, they saw Mr. Gilliam staring at his door, a little red.


“Sorry.” Eduardo blurted out.


“It’s okay.” Mr. Gilliam said and smiled, and the two parted, red, so he could open the door.

i know i'm lost -- 13d/?

(Anonymous)
(a fourth part what?)


After unlocking the door, he turned back to the two blushing boys, who had about six inches in between them after the teacher had embarrassed them completely by accident. “If you guys want to make out, I’m all for it by the way. Just not in the classroom and not after 7:10. I’d rather neither of you got detention. Teacher secret.” With that he turned around and headed into the class, while Eduardo and Mark burst into laughter.


“I thought you were going to die of embarrassment.” Mark choked out as Eduardo held the box in one hand, the other on his side.


“I felt like I might.” Then they laughed harder, both replaying the scene in their minds, their history teacher awkwardly staring at the door. “Do you know what I heard?”


“What?” Mark responded, slowing gaining his breath back.


“I heard Gilliam and Snyder live together.”


Mark shrugged “That’s logical.”


Eduardo laughed again, his stomach hurting from how hard he was laughing. “You are just ridiculous sometimes.”


Mark arched an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?”


Eduardo shook his head. “No, it’s perfect.” His laughter subsided as he looked back down at the box.


“So, was that a yes to the concert thing? I figured we could stay with my family or in a motel if we wanted to be fancy.”


“Yes, of course, Mark. Why would I say no?”


Mark shrugged again. “I’m not as talented as Dustin with the mix thing. I took ones I had then just Wikipedia’d songs about New York to add more.”


“No Mark, it’s amazing. I love it.” He had been slowly inching closer and after that statement, leaned down and kissed Mark, who still had a slushie and a coffee in his hands. “Now maybe we should study?”


Mark groaned, but Eduardo poked him in the side until he acquiesced. “Fine.” Eduardo lead Mark into the room with one hand on the small of his back, smirking.


New York Mix
Sunshine All Night – Gold Motel
My Metrocard – Le Tigre
Hard To Kill – Brendan Hines
Brooklyn (Owes The Charmer Under Me) – Steely Dan
I’m Waiting For The Man – The Velvet Underground
Bulls In Brooklyn – The Academy Is …
Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s
Miss New York – Brendan Hines
11:11 – Rufus Wainwright
The Boxer – Bob Dylan
Manhattan – Dinah Washington
New York, New York – Frank Sinatra


( Mix here - http://www.mediafire.com/?bqxp264brnu8ovr)


i know i'm lost -- 13d/?

(Anonymous)
After unlocking the door, he turned back to the two blushing boys, who had about six inches in between them after the teacher had embarrassed them completely by accident. “If you guys want to make out, I’m all for it by the way. Just not in the classroom and not after 7:10. I’d rather neither of you got detention. Teacher secret.” With that he turned around and headed into the class, while Eduardo and Mark burst into laughter.


“I thought you were going to die of embarrassment.” Mark choked out as Eduardo held the box in one hand, the other on his side.


“I felt like I might.” Then they laughed harder, both replaying the scene in their minds, their history teacher awkwardly staring at the door. “Do you know what I heard?”


“What?” Mark responded, slowing gaining his breath back.


“I heard Gilliam and Snyder live together.”


Mark shrugged “That’s logical.”


Eduardo laughed again, his stomach hurting from how hard he was laughing. “You are just ridiculous sometimes.”


Mark arched an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?”


Eduardo shook his head. “No, it’s perfect.” His laughter subsided as he looked back down at the box.


“So, was that a yes to the concert thing? I figured we could stay with my family or in a motel if we wanted to be fancy.”


“Yes, of course, Mark. Why would I say no?”


Mark shrugged again. “I’m not as talented as Dustin with the mix thing. I took ones I had then just Wikipedia’d songs about New York to add more.”


“No Mark, it’s amazing. I love it.” He had been slowly inching closer and after that statement, leaned down and kissed Mark, who still had a slushie and a coffee in his hands. “Now maybe we should study?”


Mark groaned, but Eduardo poked him in the side until he acquiesced. “Fine.” Eduardo smirked and put his hand on the small of Mark's back, guiding Mark into the classroom as Mark slurped on his slushie.


New York Mix
Sunshine All Night – Gold Motel
My Metrocard – Le Tigre
Hard To Kill – Brendan Hines
Brooklyn (Owes The Charmer Under Me) – Steely Dan
I’m Waiting For The Man – The Velvet Underground
Bulls In Brooklyn – The Academy Is …
Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s
Miss New York – Brendan Hines
11:11 – Rufus Wainwright
The Boxer – Bob Dylan
Manhattan – Dinah Washington
New York, New York – Frank Sinatra


( Mix here - http://www.mediafire.com/?bqxp264brnu8ovr)


Re: i know i'm lost -- 13c/?

I've missed you anon writer, and can I say I love you? Because you used the Princess Diaries references, and I love, love how you continue to write Mark and Eduardo, the details that show how just close they are/have become and I quite adored the last part about the ooncert bit. <33


Re: i know i'm lost -- 13c/?

concert**

Re: i know i'm lost -- 13c/?

(Anonymous)
oh you <3 i missed you too. the kink meme wouldn't let me put part four of this up, so i guess it's 14a.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 13c/?

oh, a new part *happiness* just in time for Easter :)

poor Chris :( (and Dustin's nana)

Re: i know i'm lost -- 13c/?

(Anonymous)
Dustin's nana was my favorite part. Mark is so vulnerable sometimes.