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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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FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2a/?

(Anonymous)
I AM GLAD YOU GUYS ARE LIKING THIS. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY BOTTOMLESS PIT OF A HEART.
i'm sorry for the delay! at first it was coming out weird, then i had like six papers to write, then i had to study for an evil math exam that nearly reduced me to tears, but i FINALLY rewatched the movie this weekend and got ~inspired~

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Mark gets a call from his mother on Saturday afternoon. He’s sitting on one end of the couch while Chris and Dustin face off on a game of Halo in front of him when his cell phone rings on the coffee table. He contemplates not answering it, but when the screen lights up with the word “Mom”, he figures it’s probably best to pick up and not face the wrath of a peeved Jewish mother later on.

“Hi Mark, honey! Are you eating well?” Mrs. Zuckerberg greets before Mark can even get out a “hello?”.

“Mom,” is all he says before she launches into a new conversation.

“So I got a call from your grandmother this morning.”

Mark’s suddenly confused because his maternal grandmother has been dead for four years and he’s only ever met his paternal grandmother once, at his father’s funeral.

“My— What?” He lifts himself from the couch and crosses over to his room because Dustin is giving him a death glare that clearly says that the conversation is throwing off his Halo mojo.

“Your father’s mother, the one who lives in Genovia,” Mrs. Zuckerberg replies. “She’s going to be in Boston next week and she wants to meet you for tea tomorrow.”

Mark is geographically aware enough to know that Genovia and Boston are nowhere near each other. “She came all the way from Genovia to have tea?”

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Mark’s already on the Red Line when he receives a text on from an unfamiliar number with the address of the house his grandmother’s staying in. He maps out the route in his mind, comparing the duration of the trip to the duration of his laptop battery, satisfied when he notes that he’ll have just enough battery power for the trip there and back. He codes a few things, switches to the Green Line halfway through the trip, and checks his email to kill time. It’s mostly just junk mail. Dustin’s sent him a bunch of pictures of cats in compromising positions, and for some unknown reason, he’s got a message from Eduardo, telling him to have a good day and there’s even a damn smiling emoticon.

Mark doesn’t understand Eduardo. Really, he’s Dustin’s friend more than anything else and Mark isn’t even sure if he’s ever had a full one-on-one conversation with him, but there sits the email.

have a good day out, mark! :)
-wardo


Mark doesn’t respond, he just clicks the X on his internet browser and closes his laptop in time for his train stop.

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FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2b/?

(Anonymous)
So Mark’s pretty sure he’s got the wrong address. There is absolutely no way in hell that the multi-million dollar mansion on Dartmouth Street he’s standing in front of is his grandmother’s temporary residence—he remembers Chris flicking through the for sale section in the newspaper one day and marveling at the fact that the place has fifty rooms and twenty-eight goddamn fireplaces, as if that is necessary at all.

Mark checks his text message again. 306 Dartmouth Street, that’s exactly where he is. In front of the giant-ass brick mansion.

Maybe there’s a reason he’s never been acquainted with his father’s side of the family.

He contemplates whether he should press the buzzer or knock on the metal gate in front of him or, y’know, whistle for a helicopter to take him to the inevitable secret helipad top of the mansard roof. It’s not out of the question at this point, he thinks.

Mark nudges the button to his side and the contraption buzzes before a voice comes through. “Tours of the property aren’t available until the weekend, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m, uh, here to see my grandmother,” Mark replies, giving the button an irritated look as if the man on the other end can see him. Unless there’s an elaborate camera system set up, tracking every movement of his facial muscles and analyzing his expression. Mark’s not sure what’s plausible and what isn’t anymore.

The man behind the buzzer clears his throat. “Name?”

“Amelia Jameson.”

Your name, sir.”

Mark rolls his eyes slightly. Way to be condescending, dick. “Mark Zuckerberg.”

The speaker buzzes and the wrought iron gates in front of Mark ease open with a metallic squeal, revealing a small courtyard lined with neatly-trimmed bushes and brightly colored flowers. At the end of it is what Mark assumes is the entrance to the house, a large oak door that’s actually being guarded. He shakes off the unpleasant thoughts in his mind about a Genovian mafia and cuts through the grass only to be shouted at by a loudspeaker that repeats “get off the grass!” in about sixteen languages.

Mark doesn’t know when he stepped out of Boston and into an Orwell novel and he’s kind of afraid to ask.

He gingerly steps through the guarded door, earning a hard look from the taller guard and a polite nod from the shorter. They’re looking at him like they know something, like something’s about to go down that he’s unaware of. Mark doesn’t usually get anxious for reasons other than Sean Parker’s presence, but, well… it’s a little unnerving, is all he’s saying.

A woman with a Stepford Wives kind of smile meets Mark inside, ushering him through the ridiculously adorned entryway, through the pristine living room, and out into yet another courtyard, this one filled to the brim with rosebushes and cherub fountains. Seriously, cherub fountains. Plural. Because one isn’t tacky enough, clearly.

Now, Mark has no recollection of his grandmother Amelia. He wasn’t even born yet when his parents split up and was only four years old when his father died, so the one time he’s ever met her is too far gone to remember. What he’s got are his mother’s patchy memories, things like how his grandmother never approved of his parents’ brief marriage, how she was the main reason for their divorce.

So he’s not at all excited to see the woman sitting daintily at a table beneath a white awning, gazing at him with expectant and judging eyes. (Maybe if he’d known he was going to a fucking mansion, he’d have worn something other than a hoodie over a grubby t-shirt and cargo shorts… or maybe not.)

FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2c/?

(Anonymous)
“Mark,” Amelia says, extending a delicate hand that Mark isn’t sure if he should shake or kiss or what. He settles for an awkward half-handshake and slings his laptop bag over the seat across from her before she even invites him to sit down. Stepford Smiler sits a cup of pale-colored tea in front of him. He stares at his fidgety hands before Amelia speaks up again.

“I suppose you’re curious as to why I have invited you here.” Curious isn’t the right word. Mostly annoyed and dreading, but whatever.

“I didn’t think I’d have to say this to you, Mark, but, as you know, fifteen years ago—”

Mark groans, and it takes most of his willpower to keep it from turning into a flat-out growl. “My estranged father died. Yes, I know this, thank you for the recap. Was that your point? Because if I’ve taken two subways just for you to remind me that my father is dead, I hope you know that you’ve wasted a great deal of my time.”

Amelia half-turns her head to Stepford Smiler, who may or may not actually be named Grace and not Stepford Smiler, and she actually laughs a bit. “Well, at least we know he’s a fast talker.” Amelia clears her throat and regains her poise, then turns back to Mark. “No, that was not, in fact, what I called you here for. Have you, by chance, heard of Prince Nicholas of Genovia?”

Mark quirks an eyebrow up while he aimlessly stirs at his tea. “I’ve heard the name. Is there any specific reason why you’re asking me? Some kind of Genovian pop quiz I have to pass before I’m allowed to know why I’m here?”

Amelia lets out a small chuckle that is equal parts patronizing and genuinely amused. “Prince Nicholas, being an only child, was next in line to take the throne, but when he passed on, that responsibility was left to his only surviving heir, a young son. Now that his son has come of age, his time to ascend the throne is fast approaching.”

Mark simply stares at her with the blank expression he’s perfected in his nineteen years of life.

“Are you understanding what I am saying?”

“You’re giving me a history lesson that I am sure will not help me with my college degree, due to Genovia’s insignificance as a world power— no offence.”

Amelia cracks a wide smile that looks foreign on her face. “None taken, but you seem to have missed my point. Mark, Prince Nicholas was your father.”

Mark doesn’t say anything, but his eyes go wide and manic.

“Dear, you are not just Mark Zuckerberg, you are Prince Mark Elliot Zuckerberg-Jameson of Genovia.”

Mark drops his spoon into his cup with a large clatter that nearly shatters the fine china. “Are you, whatever, delusional? I am not a prince, I am barely a functioning human being, if my roommates’ words are anything to be taken into account, and I am most definitely not equipped to rule a country, so have fun doing it yourself, grandm— erm, Queen Amelia.”

Mark’s about to stand up when Amelia puts a firm hand on his arm. “You don’t seem to understand. You are the natural heir. I am simply royal by marriage, but you, Mark, are royal by blood. As far as Genovian Law is concerned, you are the legal heir to the throne.”

Mark tugs his arm out of Amelia’s grip, slings his bag back over his shoulder, and makes his way back through the courtyard.

“Yeah, no. I’d say call me when your Disney movie fantasy is over, but I really don’t want you to call me at all.”

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there is more of eduardo and dustin and chris and even sean coming up, i proooomise!

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2c/?

(Anonymous)
I like Mark not putting up with her superior bullshit. What did she expect, she ignores her grandchild for most of his life and then thinks she can swoop down and Mark will be awed and throw away his life on her say-so?

(Also, Eduardo being Dustin's friend. Awww. I approve of Dustin and Eduardo being friends in their own right.)

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2c/?

oh, a new part :D

well, I'll be waiting for the OT4 to be reunite again!

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2c/?

“Are you, whatever, delusional? I am not a prince, I am barely a functioning human being, if my roommates’ words are anything to be taken into account, and I am most definitely not equipped to rule a country, so have fun doing it yourself, grandm— erm, Queen Amelia.”
oh mark, you are the best xD dyinggg

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2c/?

You're the best, dear anon. I hope you know. :))

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2c/?

(Anonymous)
This is great, I love it :)

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2c/?

(Anonymous)
UGH!! This is so good! I love how you're writing Mark; this is exactly how I thought he would react! And Wardo is just so sweet!
Please, please keep writing this! Don't abandon! D:

author!anon here!

(Anonymous)
EEP, i didn't even realize how long it's been since i've updated this! not to worry, there is no abandoning going on with this fic. i about died studying for finals, but as of yesterday, i'm all done with school until february, so i'll have lots of writing time! :D