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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
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)


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.






[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 one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.
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i know i'm lost -- 15a/?

(Anonymous)
(Poll: Would you rather I went dirty or stayed clean?)


Thursday morning had Dustin picking up Mark from his house. Dustin thought he would be slick, rolling up to Mark’s on time and watching Mark run out the door. Instead, Mark was on the stump in front of his house, reading his script, Eduardo’s sunglasses on his forehead as he squinted at the piece of paper.


Dustin honked, which, caused the sunglasses to fall perfectly onto Mark’s nose and for his eyebrows to arch. Dustin hated the fact that both of them were ridiculously skinny, so what was Mark’s could be Eduardo’s, or vice versa, though he hadn’t seen Mark wearing anything which looked remotely hip that hadn’t come from Dustin’s dad’s old wardrobe or American Apparel or that thrift store that he and Mark had found when they had gone to the city that one time. But mostly he knew they hadn’t exchanged clothes because Mark wasn’t drowning in anything he was wearing, like something that would fit Eduardo would do to someone who was inches shorter than him, like Mark.


That’s why he had always been so happy about Chris – they had about a half an inch between them.


Bad Dustin, he chided himself. Don’t think about Chris. He had been doing so well, though it turned out Antonio had found true love in his Stats class, and Dustin didn’t complain. He wasn’t one to stop true love – plus, Antonio smelled like pot all of the time and though Dustin wouldn’t mind smoking, he hadn’t and he didn’t want his first time to be with some semi-grody pothead who went to Tufts. His first kiss was with his best friend, and he wanted his next one to be with someone he wanted to kiss, not someone who was nice and all, but that he honestly couldn’t get hard thinking about.


Maybe it’s because he wasn’t trying hard enough. Or that he had a type – blonde Southerner. He should just go to Chapel Hill or Emory and get it out of his system once and for all.


Then Mark slid into the car, sunglasses perched precariously on the top of his head, and Dustin smiled. It’d been getting easier to smile, especially because Mark was so damn happy.


“So I volunteered you to drive Chris home after play practice tomorrow.” Mark said nonchalantly, stuffing his script back into his messenger bag. Dustin screeched. “Don’t be such an Albert, Dustin. I know you’re miserable without the attention he gave you, and Antonio’s gone so now you have to understand that some attention is good. I didn’t mean for you to just cut him out.”


“It worked!”


Mark snorted. “It worked as well as the one time you and I made muffins from scratch when Mom wasn’t home.” Dustin paled. “He’s miserable too dickhead. He considered you a friend, and I mean, it’s not much but at least it’s something.”


“How long have you known this?”


“A while. I’ve been making him squirm. Eduardo said he wouldn’t hold my hand on the train if I didn’t tell you though, because he hasn’t told Chris anything about you, so if I do he gets to.”


“What would he tell Chris?” Dustin spat out, and that was a lot meaner than he had intended, but Mark knew the snark was because Dustin was aching. He had spent the last week talking to Cameron Winklevoss every day in Bio, and it wasn’t like Cameron wasn’t nice or anything, he just wasn’t as efficient as Chris was with the whole let Dustin do the experiment and you take notes thing. No one in the class was, actually.


He missed Chris fucking Hughes.


“Well, he told him that you got to second with Antonio. If someone could blow smoke out of their ears, it would be Chris. I laughed a lot when Eduardo told me.”


“Chris was jealous?” Mark nodded, and Dustin slapped the steering wheel.


“Hell yes! I am a handsome, adorable, great catch of a dude! He should be jealous.”


Mark laughed. “Yes, you are. Plus, you’ll have him in your car tomorrow. Now, drive me to school.”


Dustin laughed and floored the accelerator for a few seconds, watching the color drain out of Mark’s face. He loved his best friend.

i know i'm lost -- 15b/?

(Anonymous)
Chris spent all of Thursday night freaking out about his mix. What if it wasn’t funny enough? He thought it was cheeky enough to get the point across, but also enjoyable enough if you enjoyed loud music. Okay, maybe Eduardo had said that it was a bit too dark and that Dustin was like a ray of sunshine and you didn’t put Justin Nozuka heartbreak songs on a mix for someone you wanted to want you back.


“I wish Where’s Fluffy existed.” Eduardo huffed over Skype as he texted Mark, who was at work.


“What’s Where’s Fluffy?” Chris asked, agitated. He had just suggested a Jonas Brothers song, as that’s the cheeriest music he could think of, but Eduardo had texted Mark and Mark had said that Dustin had a bad experience in Disney with them once and that he was scared for life.


Chris was tired and running out of ideas and still had his drama project to complete. Eduardo had an Econ test tomorrow but he was happy, giggling at his cell phone like a girl in some teen movie.


Perhaps he was wrong – he was Kat, the idiot who let the perfect boy go, and Eduardo was Bianca, a bit of an airhead who falls in love with the nerd with the weird friend. Chris did find David Krumholtz somewhat endearing though.


“That was uncalled for!” Eduardo shouted, and Chris realized he’d been talking out loud. “I am not an airhead! Plus, there is no Joey Donner. If anything Mark is Kat and Dustin is Bianca and the brothers Winklevoss are Joey Donner.”


“Donner from the TV show or Donner from the film?"


“I refuse to accept the TV show as a remake of the film. Two different plot lines.”


“Still.” Chris begged, and Eduardo rolled his eyes.


“Movie.”


“I’d pay money for Dustin to punch Cameron Winklevoss, even if Cameron is the nice twin. It’d be really freaking funny.” Eduardo sniffed, his phone vibrating, and Chris rolled his eyes.


“Mark says to check your tumblr inbox.” Eduardo says, eyes still on the phone. Chris felt bad for his poor tumblr followers, he had been posting sad, slow love songs and posts about how angry he was and hadn’t even done Topless Tuesday this week even though he’d gotten a bit of a tan from mowing the back lawn last week.


Chris sighed and checked his tumblr. Of course, he had a few creepy messages left from Eduardo or one of his down south friends, who thought that tumblr was invented to freak Chris out. Sometimes he posted them to his blog, other times he kept them and he and Eduardo giggled hysterically over the requests he got. He’d gotten quite a few Naked Sunday requests, but he didn’t want his dick all over the internet. Talk about passé. But, the second message down was from Mark’s tumblr, and it had a link to a last.fm site, the words accompanying it saying tell him I gave you this and I’ll hack your grades. Chris sighed with relief – he had apparently worn Mark down enough to have Mark help him. Hopefully it meant Mark was getting to like him enough so that Mark could distract Dustin one fine day so Chris could lay out a master plan.


Still didn’t know what that would be, but he was getting there.


“Tell Mark I’ll buy him a Red Bull next time I see him, he is a golden god.” Eduardo looked up at that one, an eyebrow cocked and it was getting scary how he began to act like Mark in his mannerisms. “Stop doing that, it’s really freaky. Wave your hand or something.”


And with that he logged out of Skype, ready to get this stupid mix done so he could impress the shit out of Dustin and ask him out next Wednesday.


“Prepared to have your mind blown, Moscovitz.”

i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
Friday came and Dustin had somehow managed to hijack the school’s sound system and played music in between classes. It was fun, upbeat pop music that had everyone dancing and happy by the end of the day, even the teachers. Eduardo and Mark, who had found a place near the library, watched as Mr. Gilliam shimmied over to Mr. Snyder in the teacher parking lot, slapping him on the ass.


“Gilliam’s totally the bottom.” Mark muttered, and Eduardo laughed into his hair, which had been cut by someone yesterday night. It looked good, though slightly flatter, and Eduardo wondered if Mark was fixing his appearance for Eduardo or because he wanted to look good for the concert. Eduardo hoped for a little bit of both.


“I doubt that. Snyder just got his ass smacked.”


“Just because someone appreciates having their ass noticed doesn’t mean they aren’t the dominant one. Everyone has different kinks.”


With that, Eduardo laughed, and Mark snuggled into him. It was getting a bit colder, and Mark had forgotten to wear a jacket this morning, so he was pressed up on Eduardo like a tomato to a vine. His arms were in Eduardo’s jacket – a now normal occurrence – and it occurred to Eduardo that it would be like this in winter too – Mark burrowing into his jacket, head to chest. Mark wasn’t going anywhere. Eduardo smiled down and Mark and snuck his hands into the back pockets of Mark’s jeans. Mark whimpered.


“Do you like that, Mark?”


“Shut the fuck up.” Mark replied with no malice in his voice, just a pleading don’t ask tone.


“Don’t worry, we have the whole train ride. I bought the Love Listography book.” Mark winced. “It’ll be like Never Have I Ever, except you can’t chicken out.”


“I hate you. I should have left you with Chris, plotting in your car.”


“Oh really?” Eduardo said, and pinched Mark’s ass. A shiver ran down Mark’s spine, and wow, Eduardo did not know Mark did this. It was interesting. He would have fun this weekend, he was sure.


“Oi, Não faça isso!!” Mark chastised.


“Where did you learn that?” Eduardo gasped. Though Mark’s Portuguese sounded a bit rehearsed, the words were beautiful falling from his lips. Dirty, too.


“Google translate bitch.” Mark undid his hands from Eduardo’s back, pulling Eduardo’s hands out of his pockets and kissing the palm of his right hand. “I have plans for you this weekend.”


And if Eduardo didn’t have to get his car to Mark’s house before four so Mark’s mom - call me Karen, honey - could drive them to the train station, he would have done some truly dirty things to Mark right here behind the library, in the hideout that smelled strongly of Christy Lee’s perfume and Marlborough Reds. “Don’t make offers you aren’t ready to be taken up on.”


“Don’t you have a play practice to get started?” Mark teased, winking, and then practically skipped off to his car. Well, it was as close to skipping as Mark was ever going to get, and Eduardo rolled his eyes towards heaven.


“Jesu Cristo.” He cursed and headed towards play practice, where he was going to divide the group up, send all of the extras home, and the drive like hell so he and Mark could spend fifteen minutes groping each other before his mom drove them to the train.

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While Mark and Eduardo touched each other, Dustin psyched himself up to talk to Chris. They had both gotten a large review packet for Bio today and he was trying to work up the nerve to ask Chris if they could work together on it. Of course they hadn’t gone over some of it – it was for the quarter exam in three weeks – but he still wanted to know if Chris wanted to talk to him.


Wanted him.


Whatever.


So when he called out to him, “Hey Hughes!” he wasn’t expecting a blinding grin from Chris, who was on the other side of the room. Up close, Dustin noted, he would have needed sunglasses. “We still on for that ride home?”


“Yeah!” Chris enthused back, and Dustin’s stomach unknotted a bit.


He thanked whatever God was out there.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

Is that kind of poll even actually needed here?? ;)

I'm so glad Chris and Dustin are getting their act together!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
YES. i feel like i will be horrible at the dirty. it's been my plan for a while but...

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
it is a kink meme bb, I vote DIRTY.

this was adorable as usual. thank you for acknowledging that the tv show of 10 Things was an insult and abomination (although, not as bad as I feared it would be, admittedly. but their Cameron was HORRENDOUS.)

and I didn't get to comment last update but PRINCESS DIARIESSSSSSS. Tina and Boris and everyone ahaha I was dying. looove.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
it was a totally different plot line, but i liked Ethan Peck. oh Gregory Peck's genes, come hiter.

AH I WAS GLAD SOMEONE ACTUALLY GOT THE REFERENCE. Michael Moscovitz = Dustin Moscovitz.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
true, his hotness was a redeeming feature. and I liked their Kat too. but otherwise.

NOW WE NEED DUSTIN IN A BAND. actually no, no we really don't. well, maybe we do. HE COULD SERENADE~ CHRIS... lol.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
PAVLOV'S DOGS?
oh yeah, brilliant idea. Dustin would play like the keytar or something.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

The adoration I have for this fic is unreal. Thank you!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
The adoration i have for you, love, is unreal.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

:)

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

I need you to know that I'm an dying at the thought of terry gilliam and zack snyder living together and in a relationship. Ahahaha. Yeah I see what you did there.
I'm very much enjoying this fill by the way :D

Re: i know i'm lost -- 15c/?

(Anonymous)
I AM GLAD YOU CAUGHT ON TO MY MISCHIEVOUS WAYS OF INSERTING DIRECTORS AS TEACHERS.
plus you know both of them would so be into kinky shit.