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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 three, four, five or six over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. (prompts for parts one and two are now up for reposting.)



Eduardo/Mark, Eduardo's parents

Harvard-era. Eduardo's dorm room in the movie is pretty much just a bed and a desk with no real place where someone could hide. So of course when Mark and Eduardo decide to put Eduardo's single to good use that's the day that the Saverins decide to surprise their son with an impromptu visit and find a naked Mark Zuckerburg in his bed.

Fill: Sprawl 1/?

It's not like Mark hates his life all the time.

Well, he does. But it's not his life he hates but the people in his life like these stupid professors and their stupid mind-numbingly easy assignments and courseworks that are either too easy or too irrelevant to finish.

But yeah. Mark doesn't hate his life much.

Except when his life involves getting walked in on when he's on all fours and moaning like there's no tomorrow because his boyfriend's bedroom is a single and those fuckers across the hall can pretty much GTFO with their noise complaint and the door that should have been locked turns out to be unlocked and the parents of your aforementioned boyfriend magically appears without even knocking then Mark reaaaaally hates his life.

"We knocked but er... you boys seemed to have er... unheard because of uh... preoccupation," Eduardo's mother stammers out looking red in the face as Mark tries to pick up the pieces of his dignity shattered by the judgmental eyes of a certain older Saverin.

Eduardo is either trying to preserve Mark's dignity by covering him up with his entire body or he just completely forgot that his dick is still in Mark's ass.

"Wardo," Mark grits out, the friction his own dick is getting from the duvet is doing nothing, thankfully. But Eduardo's dick poking his prostate every time Eduardo flexes any muscle is another thing altogether. "Get out of me."

Mrs Saverin looks even redder.


"Oh for god's sake, son," Mr Saverin blurts out exasperatedly. "Get away from the boy and get dressed!"

"Nice to meet you sir and maam, but I would like to please tell you to respectfully, uh, get out of the room while I try to look as decent as I possibly can when you've seen me, uh—"

Eduardo slaps him on the head. Mark shuts up and tries to contort his face into what Chris calls his "adorable dimply smile" that Mark employs whenever he wants Chris to help with his laundry.

They seem to take the hint and shuffle out before closing the door behind them.

Eduardo looks pretty much like all the blood that flowed through his body magically drained itself to nothingness.

"Wardo," Mark snaps, pushing him away as gently as he can when he's trying to tuck his dick in one of Eduardo's briefs. "Get dressed!"

But Eduardo is still frozen from where he scrambled away from Mark. And when Mark tries to put a discarded button-down over Eduardo's shoulders, he jumps away from Mark before hissing "don't touch me."

Mark feels his jaw lock.

Fill: Sprawl 2/?

"Well this is awkward," Mark says, a little unconcerned for tact when he's sitting across the parents of the man who had been hitting his prostate for the last seven months of his rather 'celibate' life.

Eduardo groans in despair but Mrs Saverin seems to smile a little.

"Hello," she greets, extending her hand over the plates of food they ordered in the only possible acceptably fancy restaurant at the Square. "I'm Leah Saverin."

Mark would like to try his luck in kissing her knuckles or something but thinks better of it when he realises just how many glasswares are on the table and how uncoordinated he is at the moment. He shakes her hand firmly. "Mark Zuckerberg, ma'am"

"Oh, so you're Mark. I've heard a lot of you from Ed, wouldn't you say that, dear?" Mrs Saverin blinks up to her husband who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than here.

Mark shares the sentiment.

"Wouldn't you say, dear?" Leah repeats, gritting out the last few words but still smiling sweetly.

Mr Saverin grunts in reply then focuses his gaze at Mark.

"How long have you been fucking my son?"

There are two sharp inhalations of breath coming from both sides of the table. Mark meets his stare dead on and was about to reply when Eduardo cuts him off.

"We're just friends, pai. We experiment. It's college."

Mark purses his lips and says "sure, experimentation of seven months with consecutive I Love You So Much chants every thrust" Eduardo tries to stealthily stomp on Mark's toes but Mark's ready for it. He slides his toes away.

"Is he fucking you?"

"Rene Saverin!" Leah chides. People are starting to stare.

"We switch." Mark says casually.


"You are so far in the closet right now, you might as well be playing in Narnia"

"Mr Zuckerberg," Mr Saverin says, hands coming up in a placating gesture. "Sit down and finish your dinner."

"No, thank you, I'd rather not share a table with homophobes"

"Please, Mr Zuckerberg,"

Mark only relents because he can't help but feel stupidly concerned of Eduardo's stupid fucking sadface.

Re: Fill: Sprawl 2/?

this is great :DDDDDDDDDDD

Re: Fill: Sprawl 2/?

Wardo basically just pissed me off. I mean, I get why he would panic, he was just outted by being caught fucking a boy. But still. I feel bad for Mark. Experimenting?!? GRRR.


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this is really good!
hope to read more soon!

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Hilarious and entertaining to read.

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OMG I was laughing and cringing from secondhand embarassment at the same time. And then I was all sadface when Wardo denied their relationship. This is so good!

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*smacking Eduardo's head* è_é!

Re: Fill: Sprawl 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-14 02:23 am (UTC)(Expand)

Fill: Sprawl 3/?

sorry, you lot. ive been having a rather awfulberg week in the beast that is rl

"You will… forgive me if I seem to come off harsh. I didn't mean to sound homophobic. I am quite open-minded about that," Mr Saverin offers.

Mark sits down but keeps his eyes averted from Eduardo's.


He hears Mr Saverin huff out a laugh. It sounds strangely… genuine.

"I like you," he says before extending his hand much like his wife has done earlier. "I'm Rene Saverin."


"Are you dating my son, then?"

Mark feels more than sees Eduardo tense. "I was but I'm not anymore."

Mr Saverin makes an annoyed sound. "Eduardo, you know it would do to be as unrepentant as this man here, son," he directs the sentence to Eduardo who remains quiet.

"Computers, mostly. And I don't want an unrepentant Wardo"

"Wardo?" Mrs Saverin chimes in with a teasing lilt. "I haven't heard of that one before."

"I can't call him Ed without feeling like I'm calling my dad by first name."

"Eduardo why did you say you weren't dating Mark? Are you ashamed of him?"

Mrs Saverin steps on Mr Saverin's foot so hard, the table bounced from their knees. "Ow, Leah, what?" A glare. "What?"

Mark decides to crane his neck so he could look at Eduardo who looks a little pale and sad. "Mr Saverin," Mark hears himself say before he even thought about answering. "what Wardo wants, above all else," Mark refocuses his attention to Mr Saverin. "Is to make you proud." Because it is. "All other priorities are irrelevant compared to that."

Mrs Saverin looks awed.

"It's er, nice to er, meet you. I'm going now." He tilts his head at Eduardo's generation without looking up to see if he'd meet his eyes. "Goodnight, Mr and Mrs Saverin. Wardo."

Either he hallucinated or Mr Saverin really did hiss "stop him!" to Eduardo as he was about to step out the restaurant. Huh.

Fill: Sprawl 4/?

Whatever Mark was expecting upon waking up the next morning really did not involve a certain older Saverin walking in on him drooling on his keyboard.

Mark resolutely forgoes wiping his cheek in defiance. "Sir, I don't know if it's a cultural difference but it is usually customary to knock on the fucking door before entering".

"I'll choose to overlook the slight racism in that and just comment that my son is sulking and it's partly your fault."

Mark employs the infamous 'fuck you' with a mix of his equally infamous 'look at all the fucks I give' shrug.

"You date each other, yes?"


"Well then you will date again," Mr Saverin grounds out with the flair of a business tycoon and crime lord he probably is. "You will get ready. We reserved the table for you."

"Or else?"

"Or else…?"

"You're supposed to threaten me with something," Mark explains.

"Oh. Usually my employees just do what they're told in fear of getting fired."

"Well I'm not your employee"

"I suppose not. But you will go have brunch with Ed."


"Because I said so"

Mark snorts and cracks a huge yawn before saying "that really doesn't work on me".

Mr Saverin nods and if Mark gives enough fucks to distinguish the many fleeting emotions on Mr Saverin's face, Mark would say he even looks fond.

"How did you even get in here?" Mark asks when he starts getting even more awkward.

Mr Saverin looks over his shoulder and gestures to a sheepish-looking Dustin and an unrepentant-looking Chris.

"You will have breakfast with my son or I will do something"

"I am cowering in fear, sir"

Mr Saverin tilts his head to the side and gave Mark a shark-like grin. Mark can see ruthlessness in there somewhere. "You should."

"Fine. I'll have brunch with him but I have a class"

"NO YOU DON'T!" Chris shouts from the common room because he's a dickface.

"Fine. Fine."

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Fill: Sprawl 5/?

They spend three maybe four minutes just awkwardly staring at each other across the table the Saverin Seniors apparently reserved for them.

This is just too awkward, even for Mark.

He gives himself a mental shrug before reaching for his backpack.

"No, wait, Mark," Eduardo starts, leaning forward jerkily as if to reach for Mark's hand. "Mark, I'm — you're not just an experiment."

Mark shrugs.

"I'm sorry, Mark."


"No, I really am. Please I— I don't know what to do to make it up to you"

Mark can't even muster enough cynicism to roll his eyes. "Wardo, people fuck up all the time. I fuck up all the time. Just let it go."

"by 'let it go' you mean…?"

Mark shrugs, not entirely sure of it himself.

Eduardo makes a frustrated noise then proceeds to make pathetic noises against the hands that he wipes the entirety of his face with. "Mark, I'm sorry."


Mark's pretty sure that Eduardo thinks the SOS code he's tapping on the table is unrecognisable for Mark.

"It's not okay, Mark, I'm sorry,"

"Wardo," Mark grinds out, hand viciously gripping the strap of his bag over his shoulder. "I said okay."

He gets as close as two feet away from the door before a band of musician blocks his way and starts singing something in portuguese.

Then he notices Mr Saverin narrowing his eyes at Mark from the cafe across the restaurant they were in.

Mark goes back to the table and resigns himself to the awkward.

"Your dad went to my room and saw me in my boxers. Is it just them or is it a brazilian tradition to appear in places they shouldn't be in?"

Eduardo looks a little offended. Good.

"Maybe it's just a diversity thing" Eduardo says and Mark almost feels impressed by the venom in his voice. Except, you know, Mark should be the one angry here, not Eduardo.

"Is it also a diversity thing to deny relationships," then he directs his attention to the band who is still playing ridiculous songs Mark suspects don't even have titles and snaps "will you shut up, we're talking!"

"Mark, I said I'm sorry about that."

Mark watches as the band playing next to them trudges away and chooses not to look at Eduardo. "And I said okay."

"But I know it's not, Mark"

Mark shrugs.

Eduardo sighs and pushes a plate of Mark's favourite kind of tuna bake casserole his way. "Eat"

"Aren't they supposed to only serve Portuguese cuisines?"

"It's a diversity thing"

It's not a lot, but Mark almost wanted to laugh.

After the forced brunch which ended up going from awkward-silence filled to truce-silence filled, Eduardo walks Mark to his class because Eduardo apparently thinks they're in High School.

"This is disgusting," Mark groans out as they stare at each other next to the door of Mark's Applied Mathematics class.

But when Eduardo leans in for a kiss, Mark doesn't lean away.

"I'm sorry," Eduardo repeats, lips not an inch away from Mark so when he speaks, their lips brush. "I'm really sorry."

Fill: Sprawl 6/?

The day after the forced brunch, Mark gets back from loitering around Dworkin and finds Mrs Saverin in their suite offering him food.

Mark almost rolls his eyes.

"Mark," she greets and gracefully strides over to Mark before giving him a peck on the cheek. "Love, we made you dinner."

He grunts in acknowledgement then makes his way to his room.

"Nope," she says, casually leading him to where the smell of heaven is wafting from. "Food first."

Dustin gives him a thumbs up from where he's sitting on the couch and eating something apparently cooked from scratch. Chris and Mr Saverin are in a similar situation next to him.

"Where did you even cook this?" Mark asks. Then winces at the internal voice of his mother berating him for being a rude little dickhead. "Um I mean. Where did you even cook this. Um. ma'am." Because the last Mark heard, people are not allowed to cook in dorms. Come to think of it— "wait, where do you even sleep?"

There's a flash of mental image in Mark's mind with his own mother crying in shame. Mark ignores her as best he could.

"Wardo mentioned you liked this dish so I made it for you. Now shush and sit down, son, you're so thin, you're like a tiny fish whose fish bones are visible."

"I'm a fish now?"

"A really ugly fish" Mr Saverin's voice booms from the couch.

"Not like this shark," Chris sighs as a Great White zooms past the television screen.

"Just eat the goddamn soup, son"

Mark glares at Mr Saverin "But—"

"Shut up and eat the soup," Mrs Saverin hisses then pushes a bowl of canja de galinha his way with a feral smile that promised pain and suffering.

Mark shuts up and eats the soup.


"If it's any consolation—" Mr Saverin starts a few minutes after Mark sits down with them with his own bowl in his hands.

"It's not," Mark snaps sulkily, effectively cutting him off.

Chris punches him hard enough Mark almost shrieked at the possibility of the hot bowl of soup upending on his lap that was currently housing his most vital organ.

"If it's any consolation," Mr Saverin continues as if Mark hadn't been a rude asshole except Mr Saverin has this impish look on his face that tells Mark he won't like what he's about to— "I could have shared to these young men how Leah and I walked in on you and my son mid-coitus. Oh wait."

Edited at 2011-10-31 05:47 pm (UTC)

Fill: Sprawl 7/?

I apologise for everything. I kind of forgot about this fill and just stumbled upon it in my harddrive a few hours ago D: also, fucking Suits fandom, man. IDEK.

They're all nursing their incredibly bloated selves when Eduardo walks in looking harried with his hair adorably messed up like it gets when Eduardo had been gently pulling on them when he's nervous. "Mark, my father won't answer his pho—oh."

Several grunts greet him but Mark notices that Mr Saverin sits up straighter and tries to look composed and not on the verge of a food coma. "Son"

"Pai, what are you—"

"Eddie, come eat I ha—"


"Querido," Mrs Saverin sighs as if she doesn't know why she has to deal with peons like them. "that look you're sporting there? Yes, that bewildered, afraid-for-my-life look? Doesn't suit you. Now come inside, we left you some food."

Mark twists around so he's half-turned to where Eduardo was still blinking owlishly at them. "I think it's best to just shut up and eat the soup when it comes to your mom"

Mr Saverin raises a hand to cover his mouth but Mark can still see the tilt of a smile somewhere then Mr Saverin clears his throat. "Your boy knows best," he says, giving Mark an awkward pat on the head.

Chris, Dustin, and Mr Saverin all move to the left so Eduardo can squish himself next to Mark. Mark is too lazy to do anything but mentally profess that he will just have to glare at them later.

Eduardo, for his part, still looks mildly uncomfortable. Which is a given, since he's currently half-sitting on Mark's left leg whilst his father is being an evil asshole on his right so Mark doesn't think twice on throwing a casual arm over the backseat of the sofa so he could brush the back of his hand on Eduardo's nape.

If everyone else notices how Eduardo leans to Mark a little more and how his shoulders get a little less tense, no one says anything.

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Fill: Sprawl 8/?

haha what is this

"You have the gift of making him happy, my son Eduardo,"

Mark definitely does not shriek when he slips down the floor of his bedroom.

Mr Saverin looks mildly amused from where he's perched on the edge of Mark's bed.

"You have the gift of being an asshole," Mark grits out, trying to look as menacing and hateful as possible for someone who's currently sprawled on his ass with only his ridiculous Jack O' Lantern boxers on. Fuck this shit, he just showered.

"From what I heard, as do you. But I'm not here to discuss that, I'm here to discuss about my son"

"Can this happen when I'm not in my boxers just three days after you saw us having sex?"

Mr Saverin doesn't even bat an eyelash. "It's a tactic. I know you wouldn't discuss things when I don't catch you off-guard."

Mark hauls himself up and resolutely ignores Mr Saverin until he finished putting on the first clean shirt he manages to pull out of his incredibly disorganised closet.

"You make him happy."

"We had lots of sex, of course I do."

Mark may or may not be trying to sway the asshole but the asshole's face continues to be mockingly amused. "There's more to it than that. I know my son."

Mark snorts.

"Why did you make that hideous sound?"


"Are you saying I don't know my son?"

Mark grunts in response and tries to look for his laptop only to find it next to where Mr Saverin was sitting. He tries to lunge for it but—

"Leah and I only have a few days left in our stay, we want our son happy," Mr Saverin announces with Mark's laptop held securely with both hands.

"If you want your son happy maybe you should stop trying to make him depressed"

"Excuse me?" Mr Saverin still sounds composed and amused but Mark can hear a hint of shocked anger underneath his words.

Well, fuck it. Mark's always been the kind of person to push where it hurts and he's not inclined to stop now. "You know why Eduardo denied we were together?"



"Are together, not were"

"You know why he denied it?" Mark doesn't wait for an answer. "Because he's afraid his father won't approve. Because his father's opinion matters to him."

"As they should! I'm his father!"

"Not when it's getting in the way of what makes him happy" Mark wonders if he's experiencing something akin to what others experience when they're talking to him. "You know, I call my dad dad, Chris calls his dad dad, and Dustin calls his dad whatever ridiculous name he chooses to use for the week. Have you ever wondered why Eduardo refers to you as Father?"

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