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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 -- 2a/?

(Anonymous)
(A/N I’m going to be setting this in 2011, namely because I am lazy. Thank you for the support (: )


First Period
Mark


As Mark stood at the door to Mr. Gilliam’s AP World History class, he took a deep breath. History, in his opinion, was easy, but he also knew that Gilliam actually cared about more than data retention, and that this may be the hardest class of his year. Also, his seating in this class would be crucial. Eduardo, who had meandered in, sat right next to Gilliam’s podium, which was on the far right of the room. There were students scattered around the room, but no more than ten people were in the room excluding the teacher, so Mark slid into the row to the left of Eduardo and one seat back, leaving the seat to Eduardo’s left empty.


He had done this first to give Eduardo a chance to get used to him. Secondly, so that it didn’t look like he was overeager to be near Eduardo, but they had known each other since third grade, so being close would be fine. Third, it left room for a third person to interact with the two of them, actively giving them a chance to know each other peripherally.
Then a familiar jacket slid into the seat in front of him, and Mark breathed a sigh of relief.


“Good morning, Albright.” He teased, his voice barely reaching her. He pointed to her hat, “Hats aren’t allowed in the building.”


She turned to face him. “Good morning, Zuckerberg. Assholes aren’t allowed into the building, but it seems like they’ve let you in. Again.” Then she snickered. Classic Erica – funny, but in a way that Mark could identify with, not guess at.


Then Gilliam cleared his throat, and she turned around. “Albright, Erica?”


Dustin
Dustin’s approach, however, was much more obvious. As he slid into Mrs. McDormand’s trailer, the bell rang, and he mentally cursed himself. His plan was to get there on time, make small talk with Chris, impress him with his European knowledge. Mark had gotten him the study guide as a gag and Dustin had actually spent time reading it in between rounds of Black Ops with Mark.


However, Mark had distracted him by actually bothering to take off his hoodie for the first period of the day to expose Dustin’s dad’s tee-shirt that had been found in the Moscovitzes’ attic this summer, and Dustin was just excited that Mark was making an effort. It was adorable.
Then a hand on his back made him shoot about ten feet into the trailer, and a laugh came from behind him.


“Sorry dude, didn’t mean to make you die of fear.” The voice commented, and Dustin mentally fistpumped as he recognized it as Chris’.


“No worries dude. Just thought I was the latest.”


“It’s no problem, Dustin.” Though he said Dustin’s name, the end of the sentence was raised as if he was asking a question, and Dustin nodded vehemently. “Mrs. Streep held me up or I would have been on time.”


Dustin nodded again, “She tends to do that. ’ Oh wait, my little pumpkins, come back! Here is what I was trying to give to you in the first place.’


Chris laughed at that, and Dustin grinned. He had spent the better part of Tech Theatre practicing Mrs. Streep’s voice rather than actually learning how to do sound. Mark had taught him how to work the mikes five minutes before the big production of The Tempest last year, but everything had worked out just fine.


Chris’ voice snapped Dustin back to attention. “I have her next. Advanced Theatre.”


Dustin pulled out his best surprised face, “Me too!”


A voice rang out, “You two should sit down before Frances gets here.”


“Yeah, we should.” Dustin scanned the room. “Wait, who’s Frances?”


Chris whistled. “You’ve never had Frances before?” Dustin shook his head. “Sit next to me, she’s a bit … much.” Dustin shrugged, but on the inside he knew he’d be texting Mark. Keywords – sweet victory.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 2b/?

(Anonymous)
Third Period
Eduardo


Eduardo slid into Barrymore’s room as the bell rang. As the school’s eccentric, Eduardo had secretly hoped for a lair comparable to Professor Trelawney’s from Harry Potter in Ms. – yes it’s Miss, darlings – Barrymore’s room. Trelawney was his favorite, her complete crazy was just hilarious to Eduardo. But instead he just found piles of pillows, couches, and armchairs. Eduardo spotted a plaid one across the room that looked ripe for the taking, and as he headed over there, he heard a shriek from the gypsy teacher.


“Mark, my darling! Can you fix my computer?” Eduardo turned to the sound as he reaches the couch, and a laptop with a sign that said in loopy script, please remind Mark to go to lunch, couch buddy.. Eduardo laughed and sat next to the laptop. It was the third class he’d had with Mark Zuckerberg, and it surprised him how visible he was this year. Over the years Eduardo had seen various shades of Mark, but never the clever, funny boy he had seen over the past three hours.


Maybe, if he was being honest, it was he’d never paid Mark much attention. Now, watching him pull on his gray hoodie, pull the sleeves up, and focus hard on the dinosaur of a desktop on her desk. It was cute, Mark’s face all screwed up in concentration, his eyes slanted as he grabbed at something with the mouse.


Eduardo looked down at Mark’s laptop, removing the little note from the top. Whoever had wrote the note obviously knew Mark, as they had left a package of what looked like Twizzlers underneath the sign. Eduardo knew he had the rest of the couch, as a rotating table sat on Mark’s side of the couch, which Eduardo assumed was to be used for typing, but he was curious as to what Mark had on his computer. Eduardo had a North Face sticker and a fish his mother had bought for him when she went home to Sao Paolo last month.


As he revealed the top of Mark’s thin, gray Mac to himself, he had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing out loud. Mark’s laptop had a bright pink Hello Kitty sticker taking up the bottom left corner. As he flipped the laptop around so he could see the sticker in it’s full glory, he realized the kitty had a neon green star as a garnish and a text box screaming in all caps, loopy script “MI NOMBRE ES MARK-O.”. The top of his laptop has an Empires sticker on it, with a scratchy signature of what Eduardo figured said Ryan Luciani. Empires was a pretty decent band, even if Eduardo hadn’t liked Bang as much as he’d liked Howl. He also had a pattern of Dancing Bears heading down the right side of his laptop, which made Eduardo laughed. Mark was the last person he’d peg as a Deadhead, and a messy script of words that Eduardo started to sound out.


A beep alerted him that Mark was done doing whatever he was doing to Ms. Barrymore, and Eduardo slid over to the end of the couch, away from Mark’s space. He’d have to figure out the words later on. His phone buzzed, and after he had propped himself up in the corner, he slid open his phone.


so remind me again we’re still a gang of two?


Eduardo laughed and replied dunno. i think i’m making a new friend.


As his phone buzzed again, he heard a voice right next to his ear, and he hadn’t noticed Mark hovered about three inches from his face. “You don’t have to hide your phone. Drew won’t care.” As Eduardo raised an eyebrow, Mark pointed his head at Ms. Barrymore. “Drew. She’s pretty cool, even if sometimes she lives in the Stone Age.”


“Oh. Okay.” Mark slid back to his side of the couch, and Eduardo went back to his book. Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad after all.


bollocks.