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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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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 ;))


♥ 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.


♥ 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.






have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


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.

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (19/?)

"What about this week?" Mark says.

"Just closing loops," Eduardo sighs into his beer. "Making good on stuff I started in Florida. My father expects me to, like—" but he stops short, huffs a frustrated little noise through his nose. "I just couldn't not do it once I got back." He glances at Mark, a flicker of his eyelashes up and down. "Sorry."

"No," Mark says dismissively, brushing it off. What a ridiculous thing to apologize for, working. Mark is always doing that to Eduardo – the working part, not so much the apologizing part.

Eduardo asks how Mark's weekend was once they're in the living room and Mark shrugs and says something noncommittal. He gets the sense that Eduardo might always be like this on either end of any dealings with his father. He hopes it'll pass. He doesn't really know how to handle it well, and it's unfamiliar and uncomfortable and vaguely upsetting to see Eduardo so down.

"Who's playing tonight?" Eduardo asks, looking at the blank TV screen.

"Sox and Yankees," Mark says.

"Exciting," Eduardo says tonelessly. Mark kind of wants to know if he's a Marlins fan, more out of Bostonian habit than any vested interest, but it seems too banal a question for the look on Eduardo's face at the moment.

"What happened in Miami, Wardo?" Mark says suddenly. He can't take this wordless brooding. He needs real material to work with if he's going to do anything remotely resembling being a good friend – the kinds of things that sit tenuously in him like he read about them in a book but hasn't ever experienced them in real life. Things like...whatever, like this. Being supportive.

But Eduardo looks up at him, a line pinched between his eyebrows. "Nothing," he says. "Really, nothing out of the ordinary." He studies Mark for a moment, eyes flickering around his face, back and forth between his eyes, briefly down to his mouth and then his shoulder and back up.

Finally he sighs and gives a defeated little shrug, and the combination is so helpless that Mark feels it right in his gut.

"I—" Eduardo starts, and then he cuts himself off, struggling, looking genuinely distressed. Mark makes a little movement with no object, an involuntary jerk of his hand in Eduardo's direction that is quickly stifled.

"I'm sick of him controlling my life," Eduardo says finally in a bit of a rush, like he wants to get the words out quickly now he's found them. "I'm an adult, you know? I can handle things."

"Have you told him that?"

Eduardo's laugh is bitter and abortive. "It's not that simple."

"Why not?" Mark doesn't bother to try and keep a challenging note out of his voice. He's in deep enough – he might as well.

He gets eye contact for his trouble, again, long and hard. He has the sense that Eduardo is legitimately considering the question and he forces himself not to look away, even though his heart is pounding uncomfortably in his chest.

"I don't know," Eduardo says finally, like it's the biggest revelation in the world. "You make it sound so fucking easy," he adds, a little petulantly.

"I didn't," Mark says, shrugging. "I'm just saying."

Eduardo nods. A rueful sort of smile twists his mouth, and then, unexpectedly, it blooms into something genuine and heartfelt. It crinkles in the corners of his eyes like Eduardo's smiles always do. He laughs softly, looks down, runs a hand over his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he mutters. "And thank you."

Mark sighs, pursing his lips around a smile. "Sure," he says. It would appear – improbably – that he did something right. With words, no less. It's a goddamn momentous occasion.