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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 -- 21b/?

(Anonymous)
After taking off his apron, removing his phone from it’s pocket, his wallet from the other and pulling off his work shirt, the one underneath riding up. This earned him a wolf whistle, and when he turned around to insult whoever had been spying on him, his eyes landed on Dustin, leaning against the door to the small hall between the main room and the bar. Most people walked back here thinking it was the bathroom, even though the bathrooms were clearly labeled, damn it. But Dustin wasn’t staring at him like he was looking for a toilet and was confused, he was watching Chris pull his shirt and push his phone down in his pockets.


“Hey there.” Dustin said, his head slumping against the doorframe.


“Hey yourself. Are you wearing eyeliner?”


“Yeah, I have practice later and so I figured I should put it on now instead of later in case we get caught up having fun or something.”


Oh yeah, Dustin’s other play. Chris had forgotten. “Wait, you’re having practice without Mark?”


“Yeah, Mark’s not the most important part of the show.”


“And you are?”


“No, I just enjoy hanging around, making a mess, filling in for any missing people. It’s fun. I love it.”


“So what show is it, exactly?”


Dustin smirked, “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. And what a shame that would be.”


Chris rolled his eyes. “So, can you take me home? I mean, I’m hungry and whatever, but I need to take a shower desperately and change.”


“Yeah sure.” Chris grabbed his hoodie and pulled it on, causing Dustin to chuckle.


“What?”


“That’s my sweatshirt. Keep it though.” Chris looked down, and as sure as the day, it was a gray sweatshirt that said GEORGETOWN in big, sewn-on letters. As Chris walked towards Dustin, Dustin backed up and made a vague gesture forward, allowing Chris to lead the way out to Dustin’s car, which sat in Eduardo’s parking space.


“That’s Eduardo’s.”


“Well I texted Mark asking him to ask Eduardo if I could park there. He said it was fine.” Chris rolled his eyes and slid into the passenger seat, which had a water bottle with a label on it in big, loopy handwriting drink me, Chris!. Chris rolled his eyes and cracked it open as Dustin slid in, smiling at Chris, shaking his head, and starting the car. “Now where to, Daisy?”


“Daisy? Does that make you Morgan Freeman?”


“No, that makes me Al.” Chris furrowed his brow. “Never mind, left or right?”


“Right.” After a few minutes of Chris watching the world go past through Dustin’s window, Dustin turned on the stereo, which started up a Decemberists song. Chris turned as Dustin started to tap his hand on the armrest between him and Chris, and starts to sing along, his voice pitching lower and folksy as he sang along. He wasn’t bad, Chris had to admit, and it made the song more meaningful. He’d never heard this song, but the CD player read out Shiny, and Chris knew he’d have to look it up when he got home.


Well, when he got home again.


His phone vibrates in his lap as he thinks about taking a video of Dustin singing softly, and he checks the message about a minute later as the song changes to an old Avril Lavigne one. Chris rolled his eyes and read the message once, twice.


Do you know who Sean Parker is? If not, can you ask D?


Sean Parker, Sean Parker. He’d heard the name before, in passing, nothing serious.


“Who’s Sean Parker?” Chris asked casually, and Dustin winces.


“Why?”


“I think Mark and Eduardo ran into him earlier. Is he awful or something?”


“He, uh, he wants our band to sign to his indie label. He used to be in this really great techno band, but he got into some serious drug shit and though he’s cleaned up, he’s still a bit sketchy.”


“You’re in a band?”


“Hell yes. I play the keytar.”


The rest of the drive to Chris’ house was spent with Chris laughing really hard and giving Dustin directions, then more laughing. Dustin was a shade of pink, and when he parked in front of Chris’ house, flicked him off.

i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

(Anonymous)
Surprisingly Chris’ mom was home, and Dustin introduced himself and charmed his way into a glass of lemonade as Chris slumped into his room, peeling his clothes off before slipping into the bathroom across the hall, tiptoeing to make sure that neither of them heard him creaking in. Instead he heard his mother’s laugh and Dustin’s voice explaining something animatedly to his mom.


His shower was long, the smell of Dustin getting sprayed off, his mind floating to questions he wanted to ask Dustin. After all, how was Dustin so good at subliminally creeping? What was his favorite Disney character? What size shoe was he?


Once the water had run cold, Chris dried himself off and examined himself in the mirror. One pimple of the underside of his chin on the left side, his front right canine looked a little more yellow than normal, and his hair looked a bit darker.


He hated the winter, especially in the north.


Once he had put on some fresh clothes, he reentered the kitchen after brushing his teeth to find Dustin at the stove, cooking . He sat down in his regular seat, his mother leaning against the sink, watching Dustin and laughing again at something he said. She saw Chris, and her face lit up, and Chris was so confused as she swept over to him, getting behind him and hugging his shoulders.


“He’s a keeper, Chris.” With that, Chris blushed, and his mother grabbed her keys from the table and waved at Dustin. “With this, I have a nail appointment. Don’t burn the house down, Dustin.”


“I will try not to. If I start burning however, I’m sure Chris can put me out.” With that, Dustin gave a lascivious wink, and Chris’ cheeks heated up again. It was as if in the twenty minutes between Chris leaving and getting back the two of them had joined together against him in a nefarious plot.


Also, in his kitchen, it looked like Dustin’s pants had gotten tighter if even possible.


His mom left after that, kissing the top of Chris’ head and Chris glared at the back of her head until the door shut and she headed towards the car. “I am completely sorry that I had to leave you out here with her. Tell me she didn’t show you the naked baby pictures.”


“No, she said she was going to wait until next time for that.” Dustin flipped the sandwich thing he was cooking. “You like bacon, right?”


“Are you kidding me? I love bacon!” He did. It was his weakness. “Wait, you’re Jewish.”


“Yeah, but it doesn’t stop Mark, so I make Croque Monsieurs for him when he does my Calc homework. Can you put on some music?”


So Chris trudged to his room and pulled out his iPod dock and iPod and set it up in the kitchen as Dustin hummed something to himself as he found plates, put the sandwiches on plates and fishing around in the cupboards for chips, giving Chris a nice view of Dustin’s ass.


Dustin presented Chris with his sandwich seconds after Chris sat down, a glass of lemonade plunking down in front of him too. “Eat Chris, eat!” Dustin urged, returning to the island for his own plate, and Chris bit down delicately, because what if Dustin couldn’t cook at all?


“DIS IS REALLY GOOD.” Chris sputtered, trying to inhale the meal and exclaim at the same time. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was. Dustin smirked as he sat down, his sandwich cut in half.


“I’m glad, though it’s say it, don’t spray it, Chris.” Chris glared as he took another bite. Lunch passed in a quiet, comfortable silence as Chris finished a sandwich, then started to work on his chips as Dustin got up and slid another sandwich onto his plate. Chris grabbed Dustin by the hips and kissed his stomach.


“Thank you, you’re a god.” He said to Dustin’s stomach, and then let go of Dustin’s hips to focus back in his food. He only realized what he had done when taking a sip of lemonade as Dustin chewed his sandwich slowly.


“Sorry.”


“About what?” Dustin said, his hand in front of his mouth.

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Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

(Anonymous)
i loved that part. chris enjoys bacon.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

Oh man, Dustin is so ~mysterious with all his hidden talents.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

(Anonymous)
and his ~leather pants

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

OH GOD! Chris kissed Dustin's stomach, in appreciation. That is just too adorable!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

(Anonymous)
you know the adage. a way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

:DDD

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

(Anonymous)
dustin is ridiculous.
rid.
cul.
ous.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

(Anonymous)
just read this all today and i'm loving it! so cute!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 21c/?

(Anonymous)
aww thank you :) it's a labor of love - i'm going to be sad when i end it.