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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 (17/?)

(Anonymous)
So Eduardo goes to Miami, which is fine, and Mark spends four days coding, which is also fine. It is. He ignores Dustin and Chris' initial snickering about pining and withdrawal symptoms and absence making the heart grow fonder and pretty soon they stop.

There's a party at someone's house on Friday night, the day after Eduardo leaves – one of those awkward twenty-something attempts at a blowout that really just makes them all painfully aware of how they're not in college anymore. Mark fiddles with a solo cup full of some sort of delicious, deadly alcoholic punch, sweet and sharp in the corners of his mouth. He listens to Chris and Dustin talk about baseball and summer road trips. It's the thick of June now, and the house is loud with the prospect of warm night air in the yard, t-shirts, shorts.

He's aware of, and considering with half his mind as he stands there leaning against the TV cabinet, the fact that his left side feels empty, too light, lopsided. He's missing the gentle weight of another arm just barely pressed against his, a palm flat between his shoulderblades or brushing against the inward curve of his spine, mooring him, pushing softly in new directions. He hadn't really noticed how Eduardo always did that until it was gone.

Someone who Mark thinks might work in HR at Facebook passes on the message that some people are smoking in the back yard, and after a moment of staring at each other and shrugging, Chris, Dustin and Mark troop out there to join in. Mark kind of really likes smoking weed, though he doesn't do it often – he's busy, and drinking is lower maintenance anyway.

A little while later, once he's really feeling it, he leans back in the tall grass, nestling in. He tries to balance his solo cup on the flat of his chest. Chris is deep into some sort of highly philosophical political rant and Dustin is nodding dully, his eyes fixed and a half-grin tenuous on his mouth, and Mark zones out. The night heat presses heavy on his skin, but not heavy enough – he wants it to weigh against him, to make him warm and close. He's slightly sticky with humidity and he thinks how much worse it must be in Miami.

He wishes Eduardo was here. He's feeling kind of handy, like he wants to touch. He thinks Eduardo might like to take advantage of that while Mark will tolerate it, to do what Mark imagines to be Eduardo's usual level of contact, with other people – maybe an arm around Mark's shoulders, something murmured in his ear with his head bent close.

His solo cup is wetting a ring of condensation into the front of his shirt. He feels like it will never stop being summer. He thinks of really silly things, him and Chris and Wardo and Dustin lying on a playground carousel, heads in the center, legs stretched out radially in four spinning points. It makes him laugh out loud it's so ridiculous.

"What?" Chris asks, and him and Dustin both kind of half-chuckle, that stifled, disjointed high laugh that's the prelude to serious prolonged guffawing.

"Nothing," Mark says, his grin rising and falling on his face, unable to keep up as he floats in and out of his thoughts. It's too many things to do at once, lie here and be drunk and high and think about Eduardo and grin and laugh and talk.

He sighs and pushes his shoulders into the grass, staring at the stars dusted hazy across the purple Palo Alto sky.

He is glad he can be happy. There had been a while there – a few years – when things had been tough. When there had been a lawsuit, and frustration and everything had been happening so fast that he hadn't had time to catch his breath, to close his eyes for one second, to think about how to really live. He kind of feels like Facebook suspended his growing up. He doesn't know if he's an adult now, but he's not a teenager and he's not a student. He's seen things. He's done things – huge, insane things, and he's still doing them.