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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, 7a/?

(Anonymous)
Eduardo takes it well enough.

(Well, he does because Mark lies and says that his sister’s meeting him for dinner that night. What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.)

He gets these big, sad puppy dog eyes but he nods and says, “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine, have fun,” all the same. It’s Chris and Dustin that are being drama queens, glaring pointedly at him while they all sit on the couch that night, eating dollar store ramen noodles and watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail for the thousandth time.

Mark hates Eduardo a teensy bit because he almost feels bad. Almost.

He doesn’t see Sean in the dining hall for the rest of the week to confirm plans, but he readies himself on Friday night nonetheless. Chris is still glaring at him and Dustin’s mostly taken to teasing him relentlessly.

“Don’t tell Sean’s hair we ate its ancestors for dinner the other night. Do you think when he’s really hungry he just boils his own head? And does it just grow back? He could solve world hunger with that head if he stopped putting so much gel in it.” Dustin rambles while Mark half-listens, stretched across the couch with his laptop open. There’s an email from his grandmother – how did she even get that? – that he doesn’t feel like opening until Chris snoops over his shoulder.

“Parliament email addresses and everything, shit,” he says, though his tone still isn’t as friendly as usual. “You really aren’t lying.”

Mark rolls his eyes and moves the pointer to delete it, but Chris lets out an undignified squawk. “You can’t just delete an email from the queen! ”

“Yeah!” Dustin agrees, though Mark knows he’s only about sixty percent sure of what they’re talking about. “That’s probably punishable under some sort of royal decree.”

Mark is certain that if he keeps rolling his eyes, they’re going to fall out of his head. Hesitantly, he clicks the email, unsure of what he’s really expecting, but dreading it all the same.

Even the formatting is overly shi-shi, purple and gold and royal blue email stationery because apparently Genovian royalty is too good to send plaintext emails.

Mark,
I have spoken with your mother and we both believe it is in your best interest to meet up again, this Saturday at promptly ten o’clock in the morning. I do hope you will reconsider my offer.


And that’s it, nothing fond and not even a goodbye. He almost feels betrayed that his mother is now in on this, but at the same time, the thought of having her around when his grandmother inevitably gets condescending is comforting.

Mark closes the email and sits silently for a moment while Chris and Dustin formulate their responses. Dustin’s is mostly disbelieving laughter, but Chris’s hard expression fades to a soft frown when he sits on the armrest just near Mark’s head.

“You’re going to think I’m just saying this because I don’t like him, but you shouldn’t go out with Sean tonight.”

Mark shakes his head. “How did I know that was coming?”

“I’m serious, Mark! For one, you’ve got to be up early to get there in time. Secondly, Sean Parker is a manipulative bastard. You’ve seen him in debate mode: the guy could sell popsicles to an Eskimo. Get a few drinks in you, and he’ll have you spilling all about your royal secret.”

“He’s not going to get it out of me,” Mark insists because Chris is the world’s biggest fan of jumping to conclusions. He should get a commemorative t-shirt. “I’m not an idiot.”

“You’re not,” Chris agrees, grey eyes all wide and earnest and friendly again, expression telling Mark that he’s about to say something completely rational. Damn him. “You’re actually incredibly bright, even if your social graces are lacking, and that is why I’m nervous Sean’s going to mess with you somehow. Just… be careful?”

“Yes, Mom,” Mark says, elbowing Chris in the ribs because why the fuck must he be so reasonable. If he was wackier like Dustin or an asshole like himself, Mark maybe wouldn’t take any mind to his advice, but Chris actually knows what he’s talking about most of the time.

From behind them, leaning over the back of the couch, Dustin ruffles Mark’s hair and stretches an arm around Chris’s shoulders. “Our baby’s all grown up! Run along now, child, your mother and I have adult things to do.”

-----

FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7b/?

(Anonymous)
Sean is standing at the John Harvard statue when Mark reaches it just before six o’clock. He’s got glasses on with his blazer and designer jeans combo, so Mark looks grungy by comparison in his usual hoodie and ill-fitted jeans, but Sean grins and looks him up and down all the same.

“You clean up well, Zuck,” he says breezily. Mark is about to ask if he’s had his eyes checked recently when he remembers that the first time they spoke, he was in his pajamas, so maybe this is cleaned up for him. He contemplates it while Sean steps next to him and pulls his arm around Mark’s waist.

They take the Red Line into the city and people stare at them the entire time. Mark isn’t sure if it’s because they’re two guys or because they’re Sean and Mark and they don’t even look like they come from the same planet, but the looks are unnerving, so he shoots glares back at anyone who so much as glances their way. Sean laughs and brushes a curl behind Mark’s ear.

“Calm down, they’re just jealous,” he says as they reach their stop, grinning deviously. Mark’s about to comment on the tone in his voice when Sean clasps their hands together and guides him off of the subway.

-----

It turns out when Sean said shitty Chinese food, he really did mean shitty, because they’re sitting in a Panda Express fifteen minutes later.

“You know, this isn’t even Chinese,” Mark notes, stabbing at what was labeled as sweet and sour pork but is really just fried pork with some sugary mess of a sauce on top of it. He’s really not even sure where they’re getting the ‘sour’ part from, really.

Sean’s laughing over his chow mein because apparently he thinks this absence of culture is funny. He glances out of the big glass wall they’re seated next to and watches the street outside intently. He turns his gaze back to Mark, swirling a finger across the tabletop. “We could always skip out on this place, go somewhere a little more fun.”

Please,” Mark sighs, immediately closing the noisy Styrofoam container holding the toxic sludge he called his dinner. He’s been too spoiled by Wardo’s admittedly impeccable taste in hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurants for the past year and a half to even think of finishing it.

Not that he’s thinking of Eduardo. Not when Sean’s holding his hand and tugging him outside to hail a cab and feeling his leg up once they get into said cab.

Sean’s hand is placed right on Mark’s thigh and his fingers are rubbing circles into the material of his jeans and it takes a sizable portion of Mark’s attention to not think about that, so much so that he doesn’t even think to ask where they’re even going until they’ve arrived in front of a seedy-looking rock club near BU that he might have heard Erica mention once or twice back when they were still dating. He doesn’t recognize any of the band names on the marquee so he has no clue what to expect when he and Sean step inside.

And he really isn’t expecting that there may as well be an orgy on the dance floor, the way everybody is grinding up against each other to the shitty techno group onstage.

Mark quirks an eyebrow and looks at Sean. “This is fun?”

Sean nods enthusiastically. “Mark, you need to live a little! Come here.” He pulls him by the hand again, which seems to be a recurring theme tonight, until they’re in the middle of the floor and there are about nine people in Mark’s personal bubble, then slips his arms around Mark’s waist and starts grinding on his leg in time to the music.

And yeah. That’s a thing. That’s definitely happening. And Mark has maybe thought of it once or twice or a few times since he first developed an interest in Sean, but not quite like this. He’d always hoped for some hot and heavy grinding on a couch or a bed or even a floor or a wall, for God’s sake, not a sweaty dance floor, loud with the sounds of awful electronic beats and sweaty fans singing along to incomprehensible lyrics.

FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7c/?

(Anonymous)
He pulls away when Sean’s lips brush his neck, and not just because he’s pretty sure his neck’s sweaty and gross (which it kind of really is). Sean gives him a quizzical look, eyebrows furrowed, and pulls his arms around Mark’s waist yet again, this time clumsily crushing their lips together until Mark has to claw at his chest to break free and stomp off of the floor, receiving dirty looks from the surrounding people all the while.

“Mark! Mark! I thought we were having fun!” Sean calls after him, pushing through the crowd to catch up. Once they’re both back on the sidewalk again, he catches Mark by the bicep.

“Hey. Hey, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

And the second he lowers his head to kiss Mark again, there’s a flash.

And another.

“Mark! Prince Mark!”

Mark is horrified to see that he and Sean are being swarmed by reporters and paparazzi, armed with cameras and tape recorders and notepads. He’s momentarily nervous – what are they going to do to him? – until he notices Sean’s broad grin out of the corner of his eye.

“You fucking asshole!”

He actually lunges for Sean, fists flying until one collides with the side of his face, and then the paparazzi are really excited, snapping so many pictures that the flashes make Mark dizzy.

“How did you know? How the fuck did you fucking know?” he seethes, glowering at Sean with clenched fists.

Sean holds his rapidly bruising jaw with one hand, breathing heavily. “You can’t expect to have your little body guards showing up with mysterious packages without someone figuring it out, can you, your highness?”

The way he spits out the last words makes Mark’s skin prickle uncomfortably.

“Think of this as me helping out out, Zuck.” Sean gestures to all of the reporters, who are clearly loving the spectacle in front of them. “Maybe now you’ll finally be on the map. Ditch those loser friends of yours, get some real ones like me.”

Mark wants to hit him again, make him bleed and hurt, but he doesn’t. Instead he turns back around, shoves his way through the throng of paparazzi, and hails a cab back to school.

-----

When he gets back to Kirkland, Dustin and Chris are already back from Eduardo’s meeting. They both attempt to ask him how the date was, what’s wrong, why does he look so murderous, but Mark storms past without acknowledging either.

He grabs his laptop and begins to type.

8:13pm Sean Parker’s an asshole.

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7c/?

Omg, I love everything this chooses to be. <3

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7c/?

this continues to be amazing, though jesus christ fuck you sean. D: goes without saying, but mark definitely should've listened to chris. =\

and oh geez, wardo's gonna be upset/pissed when he sees those pap photos of mark and sean.

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7c/?

Mark...

I'm worried for his character. Yeah, Sean Parker's an asshole alright.


Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7c/?

!!! poor mark! but mostly, poor eduardo. he's about to realize the real reason for mark blowing him off.

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7c/?

glad that there is a new part *_______*

*sigh* Mark, you stupid bright child *facepalm*

Re: FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7c/?

(Anonymous)
I love this fic and I hope it's not abandoned