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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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Re: Eduardo/Mark, summer lovin' FILL 6.1/?

Erica makes them all exchange phone numbers, and Eduardo goes back to his father's house alone, promising Erica he'll come to her house an hour before the party.

He bums around the house for a few hours until seven, and Mapquests Erica's house. She (and, Eduardo's assuming, Mark) only live a couple blocks from Eduardo.

He knocks on the door, rings the doorbell when no one answers, and is about to call Erica when the door opens and a tall, friendly-looking woman with an oven mitt on one hand stands in front of him.

"Hi!" she says brightly. "How can I help you?"

"Uh," Eduardo says. "Sorry, Erica told me to-"

"Oh, you know, she's upstairs with Mark. Why don't you just run up there? I'm Jane, Erica's mother, and you are?"

"Eduardo," Eduardo says, shaking her non-oven-mitted hand. "My mom's name is Jane too, actually."

Jane laughs brightly. She seems relentlessly cheerful. "How nice!" she says. "Erica's room is first on the left."

Eduardo nods, and Jane waves him up the stairs, bends over to pull something out of the oven.

Erica's door is closed, but Eduardo knows it's her room. There's a cutesy little sign, block letters spelling out her name, something she's obviously had since she was little. Underneath, there's a hand-scrawled sign on notebook paper- I swear to God Ethan if you come into my room one more time I'm going to rip your face off. SERIOUSLY.

Eduardo grins, and is about to knock when he hears Mark's short reedy laugh from inside. He holds his breath automatically. They're not- like, hooking up? Eduardo's pretty sure they're not, but they could be one of those sneaky best-friend couples who don't talk about it because it's just inevitable that they'll get married and have 2.4 children and live in suburbia.

He listens. Just a little.

"He's cute," Erica's saying, and Mark doesn't say anything. Eduardo bites his lip to keep from making any noise.

"Looks kind of like Bambi," Erica says. "Hot little deer-baby." She giggles.

"You're into bestiality, now?" Mark says, voice flat, and Erica snorts at the same time Eduardo does, silently, outside the door.

"Fuck off," she says. "You know what I mean. I wonder if he has a significant other back home in Miami."

Eduardo's eyes go wide. Okay, he was assuming from the Bambi thing, but this is just awkward.

"Probably," Mark says, and Eduardo can't find any trace of any kind of emotion in his voice. He pulls away from the door, worries his lip between his teeth, and knocks carefully.

"Come in!" Erica calls, and Eduardo pushes the door open. Mark's cheeks are red; he's looking down at the ground, sitting in one of those scoop-chairs that's shaped like a bird's nest. Erica's lying on the floor with her feet up on her bed.

"Hey, Eduardo," she says. "My mom let you in?"

Eduardo nods.

"Good ol' Jane," Mark says quietly.

"That's my mom's name too," Eduardo says, and goes pink because who gives a shit, really?

"So," Erica says, flipping herself upright and shaking her hair out of her face. "Want to help me pick out an outfit?"

Mark groans. Eduardo shrugs in assent.

--

An hour later, they're at some kid Chris' house. Erica had driven them, in her mom's Toyota Highlander. There's a handle of spiced rum between Eduardo's legs in the backseat, and Mark was talked out of the t-shirt he had apparently been wearing for three days into one of Erica's brother's long-sleeved, at least mildly clean shirts.

They park in the street outside Chris' house and Mark opens the backseat door, and there's an awkward moment where he tries to reach past Eduardo to grab the handle and Eduardo tries to get out and they nearly collide and Mark backs away, muttering an apology.

Eduardo nods, hands him the bottle, and Erica bounces around to their side of the car and pulls them inside.