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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART EIGHT]
sorry about the delay in getting this up! please put all new prompts here.

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) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE * PART SIX * PART SEVEN


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.
NEW: ♥ PLEASE comment with the first of your fill to the PROMPT and then all future updates as a comment to the FIRST PART of the fill. this makes it easier for both the WIP spreadhseet and for archiving stuff on delicious. it also helps people who are trying to catch up on updates and don't have to look through every fill on the prompt (should it have more than one). thank you.






[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 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.)

NEW RULE;

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE 'FILL' RULES. THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE. thank you.
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Erica's POV, Mark/Eduardo

After the events of the movie, Erica leaves Mark's friend request in her inbox for a while, but eventually decides to accept it. Slowly, they become friends and eventually they are close enough that Erica goes to the Facebook headquarters to visit Mark one day. While there, she notices that Mark is different from how he used to be. More mature, more responsible, and a lot sadder than when he was at Harvard. She eventually realizes that Mark isn't happy because he's still in love with Eduardo.

I'd like if she somehow helps Mark out. Contacting Eduardo, maybe.

tl;dr Erica's POV where she becomes friends with Mark again and then helps Mark/Eduardo happen because Mark is angsting

unspoken

filled here!

Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 1/?

Erica’s having a grand fucking day when she receives that particular email.

Mark Zuckerberg added you as a friend on Facebook…

Oh, joy. Really? Really? Jesus, Mark.

“Mark added you as a friend on Facebook. We need to confirm that you know Mark in order for you to be friends on Facebook.”

Oh, damn it. He owns Facebook. He could very well hack in and make her add him, if he wanted.

What the hell? It’s been years, Mark, years! Years since she last saw him, in that damn bar in Boston, when he was trying to talk to her about Facebook, and she wrote him off because she was still pretty pissed at him.

And, okay, so he was trying to tell her about Facebook. And then magically it expanded to Boston U and suddenly everyone and their fucking cat had a damn Facebook and it’s not like she could just say, “Sorry, no, I don’t have a Facebook because I used to date Mark Zuckerberg and then he wrote some nasty crap about me on his blog after I broke up with him.”

All the damn questions, mother of god.

She’s at home, her tiny apartment in the middle of fucking Brooklyn, because apparently she’s not “experienced enough” to get that fucking pay raise, even though she’s writing for the New York fucking Times, and damn it if she didn’t work hard to get to this point, son of a bitch.

She’s too sober for this. Her roommate keeps emergency liquor in the cabinet next to the fridge, behind the boxes of Wheat Thins and, what the hell is that? Fucking tuna, holy shit.

She grabs the bottle of rum and hoists it out from behind the jar of pasta sauce that they really need to use at some point soon, and sets it down on the counter.

It’s her rum, so she can do whatever the hell she wants with it. There’s a liter of Coke in the fridge, labeled “Allie’s Coke,” but she can always pay her back. This is a goddamn emergency. She’s drinking out of a plastic cup with flowers on it, the epitome of class right now, half a cup of rum, just enough Coke to make it smooth.

Wake up in the morning, get knocked into Homeless Rob by some idiot bike messenger on the way to work, get felt up by Homeless Rob, get shit for being late, Asshole Jerry from obits taking her lunch, again, she should just put some ex-lax or something in it next time, because the number of times she’s had to run to the closest Taco Bell for lunch is ridiculous.

Then, after lunch, oh, that was a fucking picnic, too. Her tech piece on social networking is either too long, or not long enough, and what the hell is she supposed to do about that? No one is satisfied, she hasn’t sleep more than four hours a night since New Years, this is bullshit. It’s like she’s banging her head on a fucking wall and that other asshole, what’s-his-name, Brett, with his sports column, he’s just yammering on like she gives a shit about the fucking Reds, and no, she doesn't.

There’s an argument to be made about the glass ceiling, or maybe glass houses, but at this point, she’s about halfway down the bottle of rum now, and considering she just opened it, that’s pretty impressive.

Allie is out tonight, having dinner with her boyfriend, so it’d probably be a good idea to cut herself off past... what is this one? Three? Four? She thinks it’s four. Let’s say four, and five will be the last one of the night. She’ll shut off her computer instead of getting angry at Mark for making her day even more of a shit-storm, and wind up angrily messaging him with some drunken gibberish, because getting drunk and blogging is more his shtick, not hers.

Okay, so that wasn’t exactly fair. It’s been four years since she last saw him in that dimly-lit bar, Eduardo standing in the background, looking like a giant puppy or something with his gigantic eyes that seemed to always be looking at Mark like he hung the fucking moon. What the hell was up with that, anyways?

Whatever, even though what he said was really damn hurtful, it’s been long enough that she’s mostly over it. Except, apparently, when she’s had a shitty day and she gets a friend request from Mark fucking Zuckerberg and she starts drinking because there is no way this day can get any worse.

And then the power goes out. Son of a bitch.

Re: Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 1/?

Yaay, another fill! And by my lovely fiance too ;) I'm loving the Erica :D BA!Erica is always so lovely. I WILL BE AWAITING MORE. And I will also continue writing my fic, because I really want to finish it for you, haha.

Re: Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 1/?

aslfkndflgknfd I am loving this, Eria's perspective is always so interesting and BA to read.

Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 2a/?

The first thing she does is text Allie. "Heeeey grl, heeeey. Power os put. Ot. OUT fck."

It was probably a bad idea to drink that fifth cup of rum and coke. She's really past the point of caring, though. It's nearly midnight, she's sitting in the dark with an empty flowery cup, a dead laptop, and her phone is nearly dead. Stupid apartment. Stupid power going out. Stupid everything.

Allie texts her back relatively quickly. "K. I'm probably going to sleep over at Justin's. Get some sleep."

Erica heeds her advice, and figures that since it is, in fact, Friday, it's okay to not have any power right now. Not like she needs her alarm clock or a working phone on a Saturday morning, right?

---

Except she wakes up at 4:30 the next morning to her smoke alarm blaring. Erica falls off the couch, dizzy and with a splitting headache, ready to throw up or beat the hell out of something.

She opts for the second, as a cursory glance at the rest of the apartment tells her that she isn't in imminent danger of death via burnination. The broom catches her eye, though, sitting by the fridge, ready for action. She picks it up in a fell swoop that is probably more like a stumbling collapse, and starts forward. She wields it like a weapon, her hungover eyes as wide as she can stand to make them. She imagines that she looks a little crazy, and if that cute guy that lives across the way is awake and can see her, she’ll be extremely embarrassed. Well, extremely embarrassed later. She’s on a mission, right now.

The smoke alarm really doesn't stand a chance. By the time she's done with it, she knows she'll probably have to pay to replace it, but it was worth it. It's not going off anymore, and probably won't be for some time. It’s a relief.

Erica collapses into the wall beneath what used to be the alarm, plastic pieces and batteries lying at her feet. Her warrior-broom is still clutched in her hands, waiting for another battle, while she yawns into her elbow. She decides to name the broom something cool, like kings name their swords, just because it helped her slay the smoke alarm. Diego, maybe. Or Antonio. Antonio sounds pretty cool, for a broom. She falls asleep, tipping over tiredly to the floor, her arms coming up as a pillow, Antonio the Broom discarded to the side.

---

Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 2b/?

She wakes up to Allie nudging her legs with her foot, a wary look on her face. "Erica. Erica, are you alive?" She asks.

"Oh my god. Please leave me to die." Erica groans, turning her face in towards her elbow. It's too early for this bullshit.

Allie doesn't stop nudging her. "Erica, seriously, get up. It's almost eight in the morning now."

"No, Allie, please. I'm dead. I'm dead, leave me alone." Erica covers her head with her other arm, and kicks out until she hits something solid, and Allie exclaims in pain.

"Ow, what the fuck?" A hand grabs her arm and pulls Erica to sitting, and she struggles to not wince in pain or, oh my god, throw up. Instead, she pulls her hands up and covers her face, unhappy with this new development of actually having to stay alive. Objectively, she can tell that she's being over-dramatic and ridiculous, but, you know, this kind of blows, this whole "being a functioning adult that is actually productive sometimes" thing.

"Erica, just get up and drink some water, take some ibuprofen or something." Allie says, walking away and opening up some cabinets and possibly the fridge. She comes back with a bottle of water and a couple of little blue pills that say "Aleve" on them, and that's some kind of love, right there, and Erica acknowledges the love just before she takes them. "Yeah, I love you, too."

Erica tips her head back against the wall as Allie comes to sit next to her. "We're almost out of Coke." She says, her voice flat and just this side of disdainful.

"Yeah, I saw the bottle on the counter. Thanks for drinking it for me, girlfriend." Allie's voice carries amusement in it.

"Fuck off."

"Ha. Whatever! What were you drinking, anyways? Your breath smells like something died in it."

"One: that's gross. Two: two parts rum to one part Coke, and one part blinding hatred for my own life." Erica coughs into her elbow and kicks at Antonio the Broom, who is still lying on the floor.

"Okay... you wanna share? Or would that conversation be better discussed over pizza and more booze?" It's only about eight-thirty in the morning, now. Maybe nine, at a stretch.

"Definitely pizza and booze." Erica decides. It may still be the morning, but she can always get in some more sleep, and she has no qualms about drinking before Happy Hour, like she usually does. In fact, drinking in the early afternoon is starting to sound better and better. "Oh my god, I'm an alcoholic."

Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 2c/?

"Ha! You're not an alcoholic, Erica." Allie stands up, and grabs Antonio the Broom to take it - him? - into the kitchen with her.

"But I am! I want to drink before Happy Hour! Is that not alchy behavior?"

"You've had a hard couple of days, I'm willing to overlook your alchy-like behavior because of it." Allie tosses the broom into the corner by the fridge.

Erica winces. "Hey, be careful with Antonio! He's delicate!"

Allie pokes her head around the wall and looks at Erica, incredulous. "You named the broom?"

"He's my faithful weapon. We battled and came out victorious. He's my Excalibur!" Erica gestures wildly. She's been sitting here on the ground for a while now, and perhaps it's starting to look a little pathetic. She can't bring herself to get up quite yet, though.

Allie shakes her head. "Okay, you're comparing yourself to King Arthur and a broom to Excalibur. Does that make the smoke alarm - which we're going to have to pay to replace, by the way - the Black Beast of Arrrggghhh? Or maybe the Black Knight?" It’s accented with a grin that Erica vaguely labels as ‘shit-eating’ in the back of her head.

"Your Monty Python references are not doing anything for my mood. I think the smoke alarm counts as the Knights of Ni, though, 'cause they're both annoying as fuck." Erica levels her friend with a look. "Didn't you focus on medieval epics or some shit in college? What the fuck?"

"What do you think made me so interested in medieval epics in the first place?" Allie grins and disappears back around the wall of the kitchen. "You should get off the floor, though. We haven't mopped in a while, I don't think it's that clean. Go to bed or something, and when you wake up and shower or whatever, I'll go out and get some whining supplies."

"I'm not whining! I'm legitimately upset by an event that requires alcohol to explain!" Erica calls out. She gets off the floor, anyways, and starts towards her bedroom, stumbling a little.

"That is a claim that I will have to determine myself. Go away now, I'm cleaning the kitchen."

The only response she gets is Erica's door shutting loudly, and she laughs, wiping down the counter.

Re: Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 2c/?

lol aww, poor drunk!Erica. xD

Re: Fill: We Will Talk In Ways 2c/?

haven't read a lot of tsn fics with Erica being the focus- and this is quite well written, so hope you keep it up