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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.

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♥ 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...)
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♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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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, 4a/?

i am the slowest and most easily distracted writer ever. but you guys are really really wonderful.
also new lj is horrible and i want it to die 100 deaths.

Mark isn’t sure if it’s okay or not in the morning because makes a conscious decision to ignore everything that happened past six o’clock the previous night (except for maybe teasing Dustin about nearly choking to death on a marshmallow). He intends to spend most of his day sleeping, since he’d made the conscious decision at the beginning of the year not to take any classes on Mondays because fuck Mondays, but Dustin attempts at convincing him to go play laser tag with Billy and Chris keep waking him up. Finally, around two-thirty, Mark rolls out of bed and into the common room to raid the mini-fridge in the corner because his stomach is screaming at him. It figures that the shelves are lined with nothing but beer and pretzels that were once soft, but are now shriveled and stale.

He wonders for a moment if Eduardo has any food in his dorm before nearly smacking himself for letting the thought cross his mind.

The only sensible choice, not that Mark is very sensible or anything, is to go down to the dining hall and hope they haven’t run out of all palatable food and left him with mystery meat loaf, so that’s what he does, still in his pajamas.

He immediately regrets the fashion choice (or lack thereof) when Sean Fucking Parker ends up next to him in the line for sandwiches, all cool and fashionable with a blonde girl clinging to his side.

Because that’s what Mark’s life has come to. First he gets told that he’s the prince of some irrelevant country, and now the guy he’s had a silly juvenile crush on for a year and a half is getting handsy with some random coed right in front of his face. Really stellar life he’s living.

Sean visibly eyeballs him, and Mark just wants to sink into the floor because he can feel himself blushing up a storm and it’s ridiculous because he doesn’t get crushes.

Sean unhooks his arm from the girl’s waist. “Mark, right?”

And Mark’s brain is equal parts oh my god he knows who I am and stop thinking ‘oh my god he knows who I am’, you’re not a thirteen-year-old girl.

“Did I accidentally tell off your girlfriend or something?” he asks, immediately kicking himself mentally for sucking at being a human being in general.

Sean chuckles, swings an arm around Mark’s neck. “Not my girlfriend,” he says, then drops his voice down to a mumble so the girl can’t hear him. “Not for more than a couple hours at least.”

Mark laughs humorlessly, unable to tell what exactly the other boy’s getting at.

“I meant you’re the guy who made Coursematch,” Sean says, nudging Mark’s shoulder with his other fist. “Good job, bro.”

Mark recoils at the term ‘bro’. He wants ‘bro’ to jump off of the Golden Gate Bridge and drown in the freezing cold water beneath it. He wants ‘bro’ to get eaten by a giant marlin. He wants to subject ‘bro’ to a hyperactive and intoxicated Dustin.

He doesn’t want to be Sean’s ‘bro’, goddamnit, he wants to be so much more than that. Which is weird and creepy and doesn’t sit right with him, so Mark just lets out that sour chuckle again.

“Yeah, I—thanks. Any particular reason you’re acknowledging this?”

Sean smiles, a unreadable but clearly knowing grin stretching across his face. “Oh, no reason. Just hearing some rumblings, you know, same ol’, same ol’.”

At that he unwinds his arm from Mark’s neck, grabs his food, and walks away with his girl of the moment, but not before sending Mark a wink over his shoulder.

There are so many things wrong with Mark’s life, so very many things that he has to grab a second sandwich to drown his feelings with.


FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 4b/?

The return to the suite is not as peaceful as Mark had foolishly hoped it would be. Living in an enclosed space with Dustin Moskovitz means always, always expecting the unexpected, and in this case, the unexpected is Dustin himself teetering on the arm of the couch, pointing accusingly at the door when Mark walks inside.

“Benedict Arnold!” he shouts in a voice that Mark can only imagine is a sad, pathetic attempt at Sean Connery. Mark doesn’t have the time – he’s hurried and embarrassed and a lot of other bad feelings brought on by the encounter with Sean, weird, foreign feelings that he needs go code away.

“What are you even talking about?” he mutters, still trying to rush away into his room.

“Oh no you don’t go running away like that, Marcus Zuckius! Chris saw you,” Dustin says in that same strange voice. “He saw you.”

There is a desperate hope pushing through Mark’s head that Chris did not see Eduardo tuck him in the previous night, because Mark would rather not die from sheer mortification without at least some grip on his manhood and dignity.

“Saw what?” he asks coolly, expertly maintaining his expected deadpan despite the miniature aneurysm he’s likely having.

Dustin raises an eyebrow and bends over the side of the couch, trying to look like a detective in a crime drama, but doing a better job at resembling a rejected citizen of Sesame Street.

“You and the Sean of the Parker variety.”

Mark just rolls his eyes. “Dustin, can you talk like a normal human being? I thought you didn’t hate Sean anyway.”

“Shan’t! And I don’t – that’s Chris – but dude!” Dustin raises his arms and shakes his fists dramatically. “Wardo’s a much better guy and he’s pretty much in love with you. Wanna know the first thing he said when he first woke up from his nap last night?”

“‘Dustin, why are you choking on that marshmallow’?”

“Again with the—That was later, okay? But Mark! Wardo wakes up and he says ‘did Mark get in okay?’ because he is a besotted fool. Besotted!”

Mark just sighs and abandons his mission of escaping into his room by flopping down on the couch and closing his eyes. Dustin pilfers one of the sandwiches from his hand – the tuna one, damn him – and sits down next to him. The redhead ushers at a package sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

“A big scary man with a funny accent dropped that off for you like ten minutes ago.”

Mark drops his other sandwich at his side and takes the package in his hands, searching it for any return address or name, but finding nothing but his own name in neat lettering. Carefully, he pries both edges open, not thinking ahead, obviously, because the contents of the package fall to his feet with a metallic clatter. Dustin’s the first to bend over and pick up whatever was in the package and he nearly chokes on his mouthful of tuna when he lifts it up.

In his hands is a very expensive-looking platinum crown, encrusted with at least two hundred diamonds and sapphires.

“Mark,” Dustin chokes. “Mark, what the hell is going on?”


Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 4b/?

I'm so happy you updated because i absolutely love this fic.

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 4b/?


I'm eager for more!

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 4b/?

ahahaha, oh Dustin.

and shiiit, Mark having a crush would be cute if it weren't freaking Sean Parker. but still, loving the direction this fic is going. ;D

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 4b/?

Ugh! This is so good! I love everything about this fic <3. Mark is amazingly HUMAN, which is something other writers usually forget... it's awesome to see him having a 13-year-old-girl crush on someone (Even if that someone is Sean)... I'm impatiently waiting for the next update! :D You rock!