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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
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)


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 -- 17a/?

(Anonymous)
There were quite a few things about Eduardo that Mark hadn’t known. Firstly, Eduardo had never been on a train that went anywhere – his father thought trains in America were dirty and the worst way of travel, but his father wasn’t always right. Eduardo bounced his left foot when he was excited – I broke it on a horse when I was eight – and he rarely ingested one cup of coffee in a day, though he wanted to stay up to at least get into a hotel. Eduardo was only good for so long.


So instead of pestering Mark, he took a nap on the windowsill, legs in Mark’s lap while Mark began to read Wuthering Heights, though he already hated the premise already. Why were they so special – and who named their kid Heathcliffe. But he had heard once from Erica, who reread it every Christmas or something because it was her favorite book ever, was that it was the love between the two of them she adored – Heath was a part of Cathy, Cathy a part of Heath. And maybe that was just a little beyond awesome.


After two hours of Eduardo nodding off and Mark trying to finish the book, mostly distracted because how was Eduardo wearing pressed pants and sleeping at the same time, plus his Toms were sandwiched in between Mark’s legs and were slowly digging into his leg, Eduardo woke up. It was as if a light had flicked on in Eduardo’s mind, something brilliant and shiny and beautiful. Mark’s stomach bottomed out, and so he pulled at the water bottle he’d snuck on the train and took a sip.


Eduardo watched him curiously, pulling his ridiculously long limbs under himself, sitting up and leaning into Mark. “What are you doing?” His voice growled, low and hoarse from sleep, a bit of an accent Mark remembered him having when they’d first met slipping in. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Mark stared at Eduardo’s Adam’s apple, willing it to happen again. Eduardo waved a hand spastically in his face, “Mark?” he said, a worried tone to his voice, but still deep and languid, what Mark imagined melted gold would sound like.


Mark was sure no one could blame him for attacking Eduardo’s face when he know knew what Eduardo sounded like sleepy, naturally, and slightly wrecked. He was ever so thankful for the unbreakable glass that trains used, because even though Mark thought to himself Go easy he knew that Eduardo had hit the window pretty hard. If anyone saw them from the outside in, they probably would have thought that they were attempting to reenact the Titanic car scene.


Another half hour passed by, and Mark forced himself back into his seat after he started to feel light headed. Eduardo’s hand landed on his left thigh not long after that, his left hand thrusting the Love Listography book into Mark’s lap. “Let’s do it.”


“Fine.” Mark huffed. They only had about an hour left on this damn train, and if he did what Eduardo wanted, maybe they could spend some more time making out. But Mark didn’t want to go get a boner on a train. That would be embarrassing. He had great self-control but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Eduardo.


At least, not in public.


And so, they learned more about each other. Mark was surprised to learn Eduardo’s favorite love song was in French, though he didn’t speak it.


“She just sound so lovelorn, like she’s really lost her lover but she regrets nothing. Non, je ne regrette rien.” His regrette came out wrong though, his r’s rolled, and Mark laughed . “What?”


“You don’t roll your r’s in French. Regrette. It’s short.”


“You speak French?”


“A little. My parents had me put in an immersion preschool and elementary before we moved here.” Mark tried to turn the page, but Eduardo stopped him.


“What’s your favorite love song?”


“Only Hope, the Mandy Moore version. Not like I don’t like Switchfoot, but her version, it’s so beautiful. I never minded watching A Walk To Remember with my sister because it always made it worth it.”


Eduardo smiled at Mark, who had gone a little red around the ears, and wondered why he had never noticed this perfect, gorgeous man his whole life.

i know i'm lost -- 17b/?

(Anonymous)
After that, they got to worst breakup.


“Tyler Winklevoss. He called me every hour on the hour for three days. It was awful.” Mark turned his eyes to Eduardo expectantly. “Well?”


“I’ve, um, only had you?” Eduardo blushed, his hands flying to his face and Mark paled. “I’m not a freak or something I swear!” Eduardo squeaked out between his fingers and Mark was truly shocked.


“No, Eduardo, no of course not. You’re perfect. Move your hands, you’re blocking my view.”


Eduardo peeked out between his fingers. “View of what?”


“You, you dick. Uncover your face so I can look at you.” Eduardo slowly peeled his fingers away from his face, and Mark took them both in one calloused palm. “I know I sound like that unnaturally tall kid that’s a dick on that Glee show, but I’m never going to break up with you. You will have to force me to leave you alone. I – I like you so damn much Eduardo Luis Saverin, you will have to murder me to get me to leave you alone.” And if it wasn’t intense enough, actually saying that, then the eye contact neither had broken just made it that much stronger. They sat there like this for a while, Mark tracing one hand with his index, then the other.


“Did you, uh, did you have sex with Tyler?” Eduardo asked, head bowed, and Mark’s heart pounded. He’d hoped that Eduardo had dated someone secretly, lost his virginity in the back of someone’s car like Mark had.


“We dated for eight weeks, and back then my confidence was kind of nonexistent. So yeah.” Mark bit his lip. “It was on Prom Night.” Eduardo gasped, then started to laugh. “It’s not funny!”


“You, Mr. I Don’t Give A Shit About People, had sex with the Junior Prince on Prom Night.”


“To be realistic, Alice totally stepped all over his feet and we’d gone on four dates and he asked my mom nicely if I could stay over at his house, Cameron was gone and he was lonely. But instead we got milkshakes and watched the stars and things got heated fast. It wasn’t perfect, but I mean, I wouldn’t undo it. It taught me a lot about myself.” Mark leaned back into the headrest, the images of that night replaying in his mind. Tyler taking a picture on his phone of him in that stupid crown. How hot it had been and how the McDonalds’ milkshake had actually tasted great down his throat, how Tyler had watched him slurp it down after a marathon code session, how he had felt shy when Tyler had slowly taken his shirt off. In retrospect, it was a realistic way to lose his virginity, unromantic, a tad messy, but he realized he wasn’t comfortable with Tyler’s big, overly calloused hands sliding across his chest. It hadn’t been great. It hadn’t been what he wanted. “Have you kissed someone else, before me?”


“Yeah, Christy Lee in the fourth grade, Chris a few times when we got tipsy on his mom’s wine stash, a guy from Harvard when we snuck into a party last year, and yeah, this dude named Mark. He was pretty chill.” For that he got an elbow in the chest.


“Wardo?” This, like the mhmm, was a word that wasn’t in everyone’s vocabulary, but was something that made Eduardo relax. “Wardo?”


“Yes, Mark?” While Mark had reminisced or whatever, Eduardo had closed his eyes. For this, he opened one eye.


“Do you want to have sex with me?”


If it had been anyone but Mark, Eduardo would have been caught completely off guard. But for Mark, the way he titled his head, his eyes earnest, that he knew that it was an honest question, and deserved an honest answer. “Yeah, I do.”


This caused a grin unlike one Eduardo had ever seen before – it was as if the sun had exploded in Mark’s eyes, his mouth, his dimples. Genuine, happy, adoring. All for Eduardo. His heart did flips in his chest as Mark took his hand. “Okay.”


They spent the rest of the train ride holding hands, checking messages, reading books, just anticipating the train stopping and getting to their hotel. The train was on time, 7:49 exactly and Eduardo picked up the suitcase as Mark waited for him in the seat, watching the people go by. “Ready?” Eduardo goaded, and a flash of Mark’s eyes told him he was in for a ride.

i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

(Anonymous)
Mark led him by the hand out of Penn Station, hailing a taxi with one hand, keeping his right hand in Eduardo’s left, never leaving as he pulls open the taxi door, takes the suitcase, shoves it towards the left side’s foot area and then slides in, tugging Eduardo behind him. It was electric, being next to Mark without areas, knowing that he and Mark would be actually alone in minutes time, no parents to barge in, no school to get to in the morning.


Eduardo was slightly scared, but Mark’s hand in his gave him a bit of confidence. He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t felt Mark tell the cabbie their destination. Mark pulled something out of his bag, fiddling with the frames and pulled them on. Eduardo giggled as Mark raised an eyebrow. “Haven’t I told you? I’m Clark Kent.” This caused Eduardo to laugh even harder, his other hand reaching out for Mark’s glasses. “No Eduardo, you can’t have these. These are what will get us into the hotel.”


“Why?”


“Well, my cousin and I look freakily alike except for the glasses and freckles, so last year I won his ID off of him during a very intense game of Sock Wrestling. So now my name is Eli Zuckerberg, 23, from Montauk, New York.”


“And I am?”


“Eduardo Saverin, my gorgeous sidekick to distract all the young twinks down in Soho.” Mark got an elbow for that, and chuckled at his own joke.


The cab stopped not long after that at 108 Forsyth Street, New York City, New York, and Eduardo clutched at Mark’s hand. He’d never been without his parents in New York City before for a weekend – he and Chris would drive up and down if they wanted to see concerts, never staying. Mark was his anchor in this foreign land.

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Mark hoped Eduardo didn’t notice his palms had started to sweat. He and Dustin had come here during the summer after Mark had gotten his first paycheck and some money from his birthday saved up and they had messed around in what they referred to always as their city. He and Dustin had always shared a bed, so it hadn’t been awkward. Dustin loved to cuddle.
He wasn’t so sure about Eduardo.


They checked in with relative ease, the desk clerk remembering him from four months ago, asking him how his cousin Michael was with a twinkle in her eye. Mark had gone silent.


He and Eduardo’s room was on the third floor, and the elevator ride was excruciatingly long for something that in reality was about thirty seconds long. Then, without warning, Eduardo dropped his hand and took off with the bag as they landed, giggling down the hallway. Mark smiled and took off after him. Unlike Eduardo, Mark was nowhere near in shape, so he lagged behind as Eduardo laughed at him from in front of the door.


Then Mark realized how lucky he was – in his favorite city, with his favorite person, about to show Eduardo how much he loved him. Though he wasn’t going to tell Eduardo he’d been in love with him since Eduardo had rolled the r in his name the first time he’d introduced himself to Mark, eight years old and a bit shy.


Mark pressed Eduardo out of the way, slid the key card in and out, then opened the door and pulled Eduardo behind him, suitcase still in Eduardo’s hand. Mark grabbed it and chucked it across the room, one hand reaching out for the door, the other grabbing Eduardo’s coat so once the door was closed he could drag Eduardo into it, laughter still in Eduardo’s eyes.


“I think we’re alone now.” Mark deadpanned as he and Eduardo came eye to eye, Mark on his tiptoes to meet Eduardo face to face. And then he kissed Eduardo, hands on Eduardo’s belt loops, and he was so nervous. Eduardo’s hands soon followed his, rubbing a hand over Mark’s lower back, and Mark knew where this was going. Minutes later, finally able to detach, he caught his breath. “Eduardo.” He said inches from Eduardo’s mouth, already red from Mark. “Eduardo, let me do this for you. Let me do what I want. I’ll be the best, just let me –"


“Mark shut up. Just do it.”


So, with shaking hands, he reached towards Eduardo’s zipper.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

You stopped before the good part started :P

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

(Anonymous)
I'M NERVOUS.
WHAT IF I SUCK AT THE DIRTY?
WHAT IF IT'S JUST AWFUL. AHHH.

(i did mean to get to it, i just get wordy when i talk about Mark.)

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

Hey, hey, take some deep breaths. Everything's gonna be fine, okay? :)

So I want to really reassure you that I'm sure your porn's gonna turn out splendid because I've read your work since the beginning and you've been passing by with flying colors. I don't know why you doubt so much about the sex stuff. Repeat after me. "I'll be fine." Are you doing that? (I hope you are).

You're good by the way, and it's all right. I'm just a humble fan. I'll read when you decide to post it up.

Last, I hope I've helped you out somewhat. :)

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

(Anonymous)
you're like my backbone. you remind me i have to at least try to write.
i'm just worried that it's going to be sucky because this will be the second time i've written sexytimes. fuck it, it's going to be great.
GREAT YOU HERE ME?

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

I hear you!! *nods*

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

You'll do fine!
Or, yanno, you could skip it...that's what I did, the first few times I got to something like that in my fiction...(actually, I still don't like it, but whatever)
Either way, whether you write it or skip it, this story has been an absolute gem to read, and it will continue to be wonderful, no matter what you decide.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

(Anonymous)
i won't skip it, i'll write it but i'll most likely start giggling as i post it and die a little on the inside.
thank you for the support though - i've read a few of your things, and if you like it, it makes me feel a lot better.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

If you're going to write it, I look forward to reading it!
And wait, really? I'm not that great, I barely finish things! But thank you, though!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-28 07:49 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/? - fuocotanzer, 2011-05-01 08:48 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

(Anonymous)
lollll princess diaries soulmate writer, YOU TEASE. that was quite the cockblock.

seriously though, these two are adorable. wardo is totally mark's forever girl. <3

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

(Anonymous)
I AM SORRY. i actually meant to get all the ~sxctymz in one chapter, but i ramble.

they are ridiculous. i love it.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

♥! They're so CUTE! You will be totally fine with the next part, anon. How could you not be? This story is awesome so far.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 17c/?

(Anonymous)
mark is a little, teeny bit ridiculous. shh don't tell anyone. <3 <3