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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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




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.


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♥ 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.






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 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.)



FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 3a/?

i'm so sorry about the delay! i had the worst time with finals and studying and end of semester work, but now i'm back and i have an idea of where this is going and YAY.

It’s dark outside by the time Mark returns to Kirkland. There was a delay on the Red Line, which he wasn’t too fussed over until his laptop battery died in the middle of watching a torrent of The Matrix and left him with nothing to do but leave his headphones on and pretend he was listening to music so nobody would bother him. Now, when he steps into the suite, he’s prepared to punch the next thing that moves, so Dustin and his plucky attitude had better watch out.

It’s mostly quiet other than the low hum of the television, mainly because Dustin appears to be playing a one-man game of Chubby Bunny in the corner and his mouth is so full of marshmallows that his voice is barely audible over the fluff. Chris is the epitome of a college student, slumped over his biology textbook and shoveling ramen noodles down his throat like he hasn’t eaten in days. Eduardo is asleep on the couch in front of an old episode of The Twilight Zone because it’s not like he has a dorm of his own or anything.

“Mmrgpfh!” Dustin calls through his mouthful of marshmallows, waving an arm in the air in Mark’s general direction. He’s ready to injure Dustin bodily when Chris shushes the auburn-haired boy.

“Shut it, Dustin. Wardo’s asleep.”

Mark narrows his eyes. “Why is he even here?”

“Needed a captive audience to practice his speech for the Investors Association meeting Friday night,” Chris answers without even looking up, eyes still trained on the book in front of him.

Mark shakes his head lightly and steps into his bedroom, closing the door behind him so he can call his mother without disturbing anyone with the inevitable heated argument that’s coming.

Mrs. Zuckerberg picks up on the second ring. Her voice is cautious when she answers, “Hey baby boy.”

Mark skips all greetings and formalities and dives right in with a pointed, “When were you planning on telling me?”

His mother is silent for a long moment. A brief sigh comes through her end of the phone before she replies. “I take it she told you.”

Mark wants to snap, wants to bite out something vicious and venomous, because that’s how he’s feeling, vicious and venomous, but he refrains. His sharp tongue has never worked on his mother, she and her psychoanalytical mind know him far too well. The line falls silent when they both search for words.

Mark has always known who he is. He knows he’s a self-assured asshole (as does the half of The Thirsty Scholar that heard Erica Albright break up with him last month), and he knows he’s difficult and unpopular and rude and maybe a little more vulnerable than he lets on. He knows these things; if he’s completely unaware to the feelings of others, he’s at least introspective, so the thought that maybe he doesn’t know himself like he used to think he did aches somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach.

“I just don’t understand why you’d never tell me,” Mark chokes, quieter and more broken than intended. He hears his mother coo reassuringly on the other line and some of the tension eases up.

“Sweetheart, I had every intention of telling you, but after your father passed, I just wanted you to have a normal life.”

Mark doesn’t even realize he’s crying until a whimper escapes his throat and a steady stream of tears drips down his neck and soaks uncomfortably into the cotton of the t-shirt against his chest. “Normal? Mom, I was tortured as a kid. It’s only recently that I’ve learned to be invisible so nobody gives a shit. You think that’s normal?

FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 3b/?

Mrs. Zuckerberg sighs heavily, broken. Mark can tell she’s crying as well. “Compared to being thrust into the media of a foreign country and put under a magnifying glass? I know you were miserable and I hated myself for letting my baby go through that, but Mark, I was young and I was scared and alone, and I was just trying to do what I thought was best for you at the time.”

Mark reaches a hand up to mop away the puddles of tears on his cheeks and he shakes his head, murmuring low into the phone, “I’ll call you tomorrow, Mom, I… I can’t do this tonight.”

Before he even clicks the ‘end’ button on his phone, a sob is already wrenching through Mark’s throat. He doesn’t cry ever, and the foreign feeling builds up, shakes his entire body, makes his fingers tremble and his heart palpitate painfully. He doesn’t even notice the knocking at his door until it eases open.

“Mark?” a voice calls softly, all gentle and vaguely Brazilian. Mark doesn’t know if he hates Eduardo for witnessing him experiencing a real human emotion or likes him for not outwardly judging him for sobbing into a pillow. “You okay?”

Mark doesn’t respond, doesn’t even lift his face from the pillow, even when he feels the dip of Eduardo’s frame sitting next to him on the bed.

“Chris took Dustin to the Student Health Center after a near-miss marshmallow choking incident,” he explains. “And your shouting started to worry me.”

“I’m fine,” Mark lies into his pillow, though it comes out as nothing more than a muffled groan that leads Eduardo to place a warm hand on his back.

“You should get some sleep, Mark,” Eduardo says gently, nudging until Mark rolls over to face him. “It’ll help you feel better.”

Mark’s too exhausted to protest, even when Eduardo actually tucks him in, and he has to actively try not to start respecting Wardo as a human being to reassure himself that he is still Mark Zuckerberg, the invisible, emotionless shell of a teenager.

It’s really, doubly hard when Eduardo brushes an errant curl away from his forehead and says, “Night, Mark. It’ll be okay in the morning.”


Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 3b/?

ugh, wardo brushing back mark's hair and tucking him in.. ;____;

and oh poor mark.. DDD: learning to become invisible so no one gives a shit. T_T hits hard to home.

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 3b/?

so adorable!