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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.

i know i'm lost -- 8a/?

For Chris, the weekend went by incredibly fast. He spent half of his time texting Dustin, a quarter more working at the coffeehouse, and the other quarter avoiding Antonio and listening to his new CD. Eduardo had been pretty quiet, but Chris figured it was because his parents were gone so he didn’t have his father to complain about, though he’d gotten the coffeehouse into the black a while ago.

However, the weekend dragged on for Eduardo, who was alone at home and had no help from the very distracted Chris. Mark never went on Facebook – Eduardo had tried IMing Dustin but had gotten responses Eduardo didn’t have the patience to spend decoding.

Instead, he spent the time writing angsty Tumblr posts until on Sunday night, he got a message from a -sombreros which said

Seriously Eduardo, stop. You’re making me blush. – Mark.

Eduardo almost broke his laptop clicking on the url. Mark had a Tumblr, and was following him? This made everything a little more embarrassing. Mark had seen all of his moaning posts about whether Mark liked him or not, whether it was a good idea, and how oblivious everyone else was about it. Like Chris had checked Tumblr.

But apparently Mark had. As his blog loaded, he realized that it wasn’t just Mark’s – the heading said Dustin and Mark talk about love, life, and Mexican food. Before he thought about it, Eduardo clicked follow, and scanned down. A lot of them were posts obviously made by Dustin, but a few were text posts that were clearly Mark, spelled correctly and about code or work and there even was a post about Eduardo, about how Mark had had a good time with a friend at the Algerian café after they had made fun of DTD ( who had to be Divya, Eduardo was sure of it.) Eduardo clicked the heart button, a note to come back to later.

After creeping through about ten pages, he found a picture of both Dustin and Mark, which was labeled Dobbs Ferry, Mark in a sombrero smiling at the camera, Dustin trying to bite at the edge of it, an obvious grin on his face. It touched Eduardo, because he had seen that smile on Mark yesterday, but only for a millisecond. That’s why he laid it out for Eduardo, because he wanted Dustin to succeed. Now, Eduardo wanted to expose the internet to Mark.

Going back to his dashboard, he hit F5 as the Error screen came up for a good five minutes before he got his dashboard back and answered Mark’s question with a MARK IS ON TUMBLR EVERYBODY YOU SHOULD FOLLOW HIM AND HARASS HIM TO GET MY CELL PHONE NUMBER OR SKYPE ME OR SOMETHING.

Then Eduardo did what he did best – got to making himself obnoxious. He reblogged Mark’s post with a lot of exclamation points and a THAT’S ME so all of his followers would still be intrigued about Mark. Then he made a video.

Putting on a shirt, a white v-neck that showed off enough of his tan from Martha’s Vineyard, he sat down in front of his laptop, ready to go. The look was sure to have a devastating effect, even if Mark didn’t watch it. He clicked the webcam on, adjusting his neckline to expose his collarbone.

“Hello my friends. It’s just another sunny day here in Cambridge – not.” He pointed out the window, where the curtain was parted enough to see the rain pitter-pattering pathetically. “Today I found out some lovely new information – my good friend Mark, who I have every class with, has a Tumblr! Now you see Mark did not tell me he followed me on Tumblr, and therefore needs to get on Skype or give me his phone number so we can get through Act Three of As You Like It together. Please Mark.” Eduardo pouted his lips, which looked ridiculous but Chris said it always worked when Eduardo did it.

After saving it, adding some ridiculously poppy music that Chris would get on him about if he ever saw the video, he uploaded it to Tumblr and waited.

i know i'm lost -- 8b/?

Five minutes later, he had ten new messages in his inbox, mostly OMG YOU R SO HAWT or is Mark ur bf now but one from Mark, which said,

my skype username is itsmarkbitch. I’ll be done coding in ten minutes if you wouldn’t mind waiting?

Eduardo shouted, “NO!” At the computer, but then realizes Mark can’t hear him. And he can’t just post Mark’s Skype address all over the internet, so he makes a post saying SKYPING MARK IN TEN and leaves a message in Mark’s ask that says of course. See you in ten!

Then he went to take his pants off. He was wearing his black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs, and friends Skyped friends in underwear, right? Right.


Mark, however, was “freaking the freak out”, as his sister said when he called her. She, his mom, and his dad had gone up to Connecticut and she had gotten stuck in the backseat, so she was more than happy to help Mark “dress up for your date, oh how cute.”

He hung up on her after that.

But, by text, she had forced him up to his room, out of the ever present hoodie into one of the blue summer v-necks he’d bought from work and the navy shorts that his mom had bought him from J. Crew and then she instructed him to take one of her emergency lipglosses – the Born Lippy one, in raspberry because she hated that but Mark always commented on how he liked it. He had begged her to not make him do it, even using exclamation points, but she forced him.

She was good, even if he couldn’t hear her voice.

He pulled at his hair, but he figured that was useless. This was how it had looked on Friday, a little mussed, a little fussed over, but not like Eduardo’s hair, which was always like a sculpture. Especially on Tuesday – that was crazy.

After nine and a half minutes of fussing, Mark went back downstairs and clicked to online from offline on Skype, leaning back in his desk chair. Then a request popped up – and it was from fossilwardo, which Mark assumed was Eduardo, based on the message that said, it’s me, you. Add me so we can skype !!!!!

Did Mark mention he only had Skype to bug Dustin when he went to Florida about coding something for him or coming home so they could play Halo? Well, it was true. He normally didn't even wear real clothes while Skyping.

As soon as Mark hit accept, he breathed in and heard his laptop buzz with the incoming call, a picture of Eduardo too close to the camera on the screen. Mark laughed, then hit accept.


“Hey, Eduardo.” Mark felt his face redden, glad he was in his den, where light was scarce unless he turned it on, and it wasn’t on.

Eduardo, on the other hand, was clearly visible. He was sitting on the floor, chest up, white shirt, collarbones half exposed, hair sticking out in a million different ways, it was like he was in Miami or Mexico City or somewhere warm and sticky that Mark had only heard about. “Mark, why can’t I see you?”

“Oh, the light’s not on. Gimme a second.” Damn. Foiled again. Mark put down his laptop on the desk and went up for the lamp directly above him on the desk. As the light turned on, Eduardo got a great shot of Mark’s crotch.

“Oh, hello there Mark’s crotch. I figured we’d meet sooner or later, I’m glad it’s sooner. You are very close to the screen, but Mark’s camera is very good quality, so I’ll be screencapping it.”

i know i'm lost -- 8c/?

Mark blushed furiously and put his hand down near his crotch, which got another laugh out of Eduardo and another snappy sound, which meant a picture had been taken. “You know Mark, that looks a lot worse now that your hand is down there.”
Mark fell back into his padded desk chair, the one that was supposed to be good for his back but really just made him feel like he was Captain Kirk. “Eduardo, don’t tell me those are going on Tumblr.”

“No, but they might just become my phone background.” Mark paled, and Eduardo laughed, rolling from side to side on his elbows.

“Eduardo, seriously. This isn’t funny! My crotch is not funny!”

Eduardo caught his breath, Mark death staring him through the webcam. “Don’t worry, Tumblr won’t get a picture of your crotch just yet. It’s only just meeting you – we’ve known each other for a long time, I’m allowed to have a picture.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He leaned over, and Eduardo saw a collarbone appear and disappear as he reached for something. Flagging the book in front of the camera, Mark said in his best interrogator voice “So, do you want to read or was this all part of your master plan to get highly inappropriate pictures of me and put them on the internet?”

“A mix of both. I also kind of wanted to see your acting skills.”

“I don’t have acting skills. They are subpar, I’m going to quit as soon as Dustin gets too into his part to notice that I’ve gone.”

Eduardo pouted again. “That’s no fun.” Mark laughed, his teeth showing.

“Does pouting get you places or something?”

“It got you to smile, I say my foot’s in the door.” Mark raised his eyebrow, and opened his book to a dog-eared page, biting his shiny lip in thought. “Mark, are you wearing lip gloss?”

Mark looked up, “No, lip balm. My lips felt chapped.”

“What kind?”

“My sister’s raspberry one she left in the bathroom. Where are you in the book?”

Eduardo rolled over to get his book, and Mark caught a glance of long, tan legs. He immediately took a breath in quickly. “I’m in Act Two Scene One.”
“I’m at Scene Three, but I can backtrack.”

“Mark, do we have to do this?”

“Why, do you have a better idea?”

Eduardo thought about it. He did have better ideas, but then again, he didn’t have a clear answer from Mark on whether they had been on a date or not, and his ideas were all for two people who were at least talking, if not dating.

“Twenty Questions?” Mark rolled his eyes, and Eduardo noticed how bright they were when he wore that shirt. “I like that shirt, by the way.”

Mark blushed. “Okay, one scene, five questions. That way we should get all the way to Act Four, plus we play. Cool?”


And so they sat there, Eduardo doing ridiculous voices as Orlando, Mark imitating his sister when he tried being all of the female characters, questions bouncing back and forth after they had exhausted their voices.

“So, Mark, beaches or mountains?”

“Uh, I guess the beach. I mean, I don’t really enjoy being outdoors, so if I have to risk sunburn, at least there’s water to watch and sharks to watch out for. Um, boxers or briefs?”

“Boxer-briefs.” And with that, Eduardo stood up, putting his laptop on a nearby desk and standing up next to his webcam to show Mark.

Mark’s mouth went dry. Then his brain flashed – payback. Eduardo heard a snap and a snicker, and Eduardo bent down, face in mock anguish. “Eye for an eye, Eduardo. This is payback.”

Then Eduardo got a twinkle in his eyes. “How about you strip down too, then, Mark? Strip tease.”

“Strip tease?” A third voice entered the conversation, and Mark turned to see a very amused Dustin standing at the opening to his door. “Mark, did you get a boyfriend while I was away?”

Mark turned to Eduardo. “I have to go kill someone now. Tomorrow?”

Before Eduardo could answer, Mark had ended the call and had Dustin pinned to the floor. “You mention this to anyone, I will end you.”

“Was that Eduardo? He wanted to you to strip for him? Mark, you know what this means?”

“That you’re going to die?”

“No, it’s time to work out.” For that, Dustin got a smack upside the head. “It’s true.”

Re: i know i'm lost -- 8c/?

Hahaha, it's time to work out. Oh, hilarious. I will miss your updates next week.