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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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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.

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♥ 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...)
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♥ 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)
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♥ 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.






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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 -- 7a/?

(Anonymous)
(Title of fic has been taken from the song Sunshine All Night by Gold Motel. Also, all of these places are real places, you can google them and everything)


As Eduardo exited the shop, still laughing, Mark was standing there, waiting for him, a smile in his eyes, his lips curved up in a smile. “I didn’t know you knew where I worked.”


“Well, Dustin said you worked somewhere around here, and the flirting was pretty bad in the car, so I had to escape.”


“Oh?” Mark’s voice went up, along with an eyebrow. “Dustin’s not a big flirt. Well, he doesn’t know he is, so when it’s obvious he’s trying to impress someone, you know he’s trying to flirt. It’s embarrassing.”


“How do you know that Dustin was trying to impress Chris?” Eduardo joked, but Mark whitened, and Eduardo realized it was part of a whole. “Wait, wait, wait, is it Dustin who made Chris that CD?”


“CD’s.” Mark corrected before he went even whiter. “Shit, I didn’t say that I didn’t say that at all. Don’t tell Dustin I told you, he’d kill me. He’s been working so hard on this.”


“He has?”


Mark nodded emphatically. “Dustin’s had a crush on Chris since before Dustin knew that he liked boys. It’s been forever. And ever. And ever.”
“But how does he even know about Chris’ music taste, what he likes, his classes, etc?”


Mark presses a finger to his lips and it’s like Eduardo wants to smack the smirk off of Mark’s face but at the same time wants to kiss him until the smirk is replaced by a smile, like the one he saw when Divya had just figured out the mannequins were motioning to each other to have sex.
His stomach turned as his mind went over the words again. He wanted to kiss Mark. He wanted to kiss Mark. Mark, who had kind of dated Tyler Winklevoss. Mark, who had sat next to him for three days in third grade, tapping his foot until Eduardo had gotten switched to sit next to Chris, who was also in speech therapy and so the teacher thought that it would be easier for Eduardo to adjust.


He and Chris had been inseparable since then. But what if he hadn’t moved? What if he had been friends? They’d been at the same school every year since then, and similar classes, but he’d never given Mark a second glance or thought except when he needed to harass him over Facebook for math assignments.


Sometimes he wondered if he was an idiot savant because as of right now he felt really, really dumb.


“Eduardo? Wardo? Hello?” Eduardo snapped back to see Mark waving his hand in his face. Mark had long fingers, and the snap was like a reminder of what Mark could do with his fingers. “Are you hungry?”


“Yeah, sure. Food would be good. Obviously Chris is occupied, and my parents are off to Miami for a last weekend of sun so yeah, food.”


“My sister’s home, so it’ll be a whole weekend of stories about how awesome she is. She goes to boarding school in Connecticut, and they start two weeks earlier than we do. Whenever she comes home it’s like my parents wig out. So embarrassing.”


“So, what’s good in this area of town?”


“Well, what are you in the mood for? There’s a neat little Algerian café down there if you have some time to blow.”


“Do they have tea?”


“By the pot.”


“Well, lead me to it then.” They walked down the street then, bumping shoulders as Mark commented on every store they passed, his comments both stinging but true, and Eduardo laughed along.

i know i'm lost -- 7b/?

(Anonymous)
After they had ordered – Mark got fattayer and turnovers and a lampone Italian soda, Eduardo got falafel and risked the Algerian mint tea – they sat down to wait for their orders, Mark already with his soda.


“So, I’m going to lay it out for you. Dustin really likes Chris. Like, really does. He has stalker tendencies and is kind of ridiculous, but he won’t do anything because he feels like Chris has way more experience and is suave and classy and Dustin can ruin things pretty easily when he tries. That’s why he’s trying so hard to impress Chris before Chris actually knows it’s him.”


“But why?”


“Because Dustin and I identify too much with Princess Mia.” Eduardo raised an eyebrow, and Mark sighed. “We’re looking for people who see us, because we’re invisible. We’re black sheep.”


Eduardo furrowed his brow. “But you’re everywhere.”


“But I had to work at it. People like me, we have to work to get noticed. People like you, you’re so extraordinary that people notice you right off.” Mark took a pull at his soda, and Eduardo took this moment to admire Mark’s cheekbones when his cheeks were hollowed. He felt automatically awful because it was partly his fault for never noticing people that didn’t directly correlate to him and what he did - drama, speech, FBLA. Mark wasn’t similar in many respects, but he was interesting.


“Mark, don’t underestimate yourself. You’re pretty interesting , and I spend all day with you and can still say that.” Mark had a microexpression flash across his face, and he knew that look. Confusion. Eduardo hadn’t spent all summer watching Lie To Me to not notice when someone was uncomfortable. Eduardo put his hand on top of Mark’s other hand, and tried to catch Mark’s eye. “Seriously.”


After he stroked the back of Mark’s hand, Mark’s eyes met with his, “That guy in the Tufts shirt is looking at us.” He nodded in the direction of the door, and Eduardo followed Mark’s glance and he saw Antonio from Tufts staring at the two of them.


“Oh Lord. This guy he thought that Chris was really into him, so he harassed him. Sent him pictures,” at this point Eduardo lowered his voice, and Mark leaned in a little bit to hear better, “of his dick, in a box.”
Mark cackled and squeezed his soda a little bit. “He did not.”


“Yeah, it was hilarious. I didn’t see said pictures but I didn’t need to in order to understand that I cannot look him in the eye again.”


“I wouldn’t blame you.”


They had moved on to talking about the casting decisions for Kiss Me, Kate by the time their food came, and Mark laughed as Eduardo recounted how his ears had almost bled when Christy Lee started to sing. Then they got into their food, and Eduardo pretty much forced Mark to eat some of his fries, which lead to Mark forcing one of his turnovers onto Eduardo’s plate, which Eduardo then turned into a beard and had Mark leaned back in his seat, laughing, one hand on his drink, the other on his belly.


“Mark.” He said as he molded part of his turnover into a moustache. “Mark, what show are you and Dustin doing?”


“I can’t tell you that.”


“Why not?” Eduardo whined, and Mark laughed at him, light and fluffy.


“It’d ruin Dustin’s master plan. Unless Dustin nuts up, it’s part of his master plan, which should be finished in a month and a half.”


“Really?”


“Yep. Phase 8. Dustin likes phases.”


“I bet he does.” Eduardo took a sip of his tea, then set it down. What he was about to say was a little crazy, but he knew that it would bug him if he didn’t know. “Mark, are we on a date?”


Mark raised an eyebrow, emptying his soda. After a beat, he replied with “Do you want us to be?”


Before he could finish his sentence, a crash came in through the door. “Eduardo!” They turned to see Chris bouncing over to their table, taking a fry as he landed at their table. “My mom called – can you take me home?”
Eduardo mentally cursed Chris, but nodded. “Well, see you Monday then?” Eduardo offered, and Mark shrugged.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 7b/?

AHHH so close!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 7b/?

(Anonymous)
it makes me so happy you read this - i love your scott pilgrim fic!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 7b/?

Aww, thank you! Wish I could be half as good with frequent updates as you are.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 7b/?

(Anonymous)
i have guilt since i'm going away on friday for a week, so i'm trying to give everyone enough to last for the seven days i'm gone.