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The Social Network: the kink meme!

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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FILL: call to me with words i never knew (54/?)

(Anonymous)
Dustin considers him for a moment, and then his face breaks into a little grin, apparently in spite of himself. "It'd be cool, though," he mutters, a concession. "Having Wardo in the company. Not just…the two of us."

"Right?" Mark says, but he doesn't smile. The excitement isn't waning on this idea, necessarily – it's still wildly perfect, still filling him with nervous anticipation, with this strange urge to cross his fingers under the table. But there's reality trickling in now –other things to face that aren't as wonderful as what he wants to focus on. There always are.

He looks at his watch.

"Wardo's landing soon." He stands up and tosses some cash on the table.

"You gonna call him?"

Mark nods once, and Dustin raises an eyebrow.

"Have fun," he says.

"Yeah," Mark mutters as he walks out. If everyone else's annoying opinions are any judge, he expects he will.

***

Mark has, predictably, completely psyched himself out by the time he picks up the phone. He's sitting in his kitchen in with a light fall chill pressing itself against the windows, watching and listening, everything outside wet and darkening too early, and he thinks he's not sure he likes these nerves that set in so easily every time he finds himself in a situation like this. He thinks, why is it only Eduardo? But he knows the answer to that.

And he knows he should learn not to go through every day of all of this as though something could pull them apart at any moment, as though Eduardo could just up and leave like he was never there, as though it never – meant anything, like Mark could just as well go back to how things were before. Flat. Paper-thin. Speeding by, the wind knocked out of him all the time, and he had never even realized it.

Mark rubs a hand over his eyes. Not asking would be worse than asking, he thinks. He wants to do Eduardo the credit of believing that he'd want the job. It's a place to start, anyway.

There's a frazzled, careworn quality to Eduardo's voice when he answers the phone, one that Mark has come to associate with Miami and with his family, and Eduardo's barely left the airport yet, so that doesn't bode well.

"The flight was fine," Eduardo says. There are airport sounds in the background, a rush of air and a honk, indistinct rumblings. "Sorry—" he goes distant for a second and Mark hasn't even said anything yet. A car door slams. He hears Eduardo saying something, probably to a driver. Maybe this isn't the right time – Jesus, of course it isn't, Mark doesn't know why he ever—

But then Eduardo's back. "Hi," he says on a sigh, and Mark grimaces. "Yeah, I'm headed home now. It's still hot here. I don't know, there's not much to report."

"Cool," Mark says emotionlessly. "I—" he wrestles with himself for a moment. The other end of the line is much quieter now, and this seems all at once like far more of a possibility than it had when Eduardo first picked up. He almost wishes he'd been able to retain the excuse of the noise, the running around.