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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 (9/?)

(Anonymous)
apologies in advance that this section will make no sense if you don't know how a proper tequila shot works

Mark passes out in a haze of Chipotle and sleep deprivation and wakes up on time for work the next day. His first groggy instinct is to reach for his phone and scroll to Eduardo's name. It's just – it's been a while since they were in touch, if a while is less than two days.

Still, he texts him, free tonight?

The response is a quick def, i'll provide the booze. Mark supposes Eduardo must be getting ready for work too, though he doesn't really know what investors get up to when they're not at Facebook.

Mark shoots the shit with Chris and Dustin that day in the bullpen, giving them the starting point of Mark's place and Eduardo and the novel idea of "drinking" and watching them run wild. It is eventually declared that tequila shall be required, and Mark texts Eduardo accordingly.

He takes a nap when he gets home – he's got some kind of feeling about tonight, even if it's just going to be the four of them. He wakes up with the Black Eyed Peas song stuck in his head.

Eduardo's on his doorstep at eight sharp, holding a fifth of Sauza in a black plastic bag, two limes and a salt grinder. He smiles. He looks genuinely just pleased to see Mark. Mark steps back to let him in and gives him a sort of slap between the shoulders in greeting, which he immediately feels kind of weird about after as he shuts the door and follows Eduardo into the living room. Mark does not do physical.

"I brought my own sweatpants this time," Eduardo says, nudging the bag on his shoulder with his hip.

"War-do!" Dustin calls as they round the corner. He's already got a beer in hand, sprawled out in Mark's armchair.

Chris pokes his head out of the kitchen, waving. Eduardo waves back ,and, grinning, he lays his supplies out on the coffee table in front of Dustin, who fist-pumps his approval.

"Excellent," he says. Eduardo sits down heavily on the couch and Mark joins him, after a moment's survey of the room. Chris comes in, carrying shot glasses and a cutting board and knife for the limes, pulls up the ottoman and begins to slice. As soon as he's done, Dustin reaches out to grab his wrist and lick the back of his hand with a slurping noise. Eduardo laughs as Chris snatches his hand back, pulling a face.

Dustin picks up the salt shaker and a lime slice and brandishes them at Chris.

"What shall we toast to first?"

By 11 p.m., they are, at the very least, far deeper into the tequila than anyone should be so early in a given evening. They're listening to a remix of something unidentifiable, and Chris and Dustin are arguing loudly about what could possibly be wrong with the PS3. Dustin keeps proclaiming that he misses the days of DDR and Final Fantasy X and Chris has to stop trying to fix the PlayStation so that he can curl up on the floor and laugh until he cries.

Mark and Eduardo are still on the couch, though they've sunk progressively lower against the cushions. Mark is still sucking on his most recent lime slice. Eduardo looks at him and grins, flushed, and Mark grins back to reveal a wedge of green rind.

Eduardo licks some excess salt off the back of his hand and sighs loudly, throwing his arms over the back of the couch, brushing Mark's shoulder.

"You have no idea how good it feels to act like I'm still in school," he says.

Mark pops the lime out of his mouth and licks his lips. "What would you usually do?" he asks.

"I dunno." Eduardo takes a swig of his beer. "Bars," he says. "Bars that aren't sweaty. Dinner with colleagues." He puts a sarcastic affectation on the word and gestures to Mark with his beer in what Mark assumes is a concession of the fact that Eduardo had already subjected him to such a thing.

"That's probably what I should be doing," Mark watches Dustin and Chris half-wrestle drunkenly in front of the TV.

Eduardo's eyes are crinkled at the corners. He laughs to himself.