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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 -- 22a/?

(Anonymous)
Once Chris was done devouring his lunch, Dustin picked up the plates and went to the sink.


“Dustin, you don’t have to do that. You’re my guest."


“But you just finished eating. Plus, you’re still sitting down, while I’m conveniently next to the sink. Besides, it’s just plates – your mom said to just wipe off the pan and fill it with water and soap and leave it.” As Demi Lovato streamed out of his iPod dock – don’t judge – he watched Dustin shimmy his hips along, mouthing the words as he cleaned off the plates and put them away. Chris watched him for a minute, then texted Eduardo.


D says not to worry, whoever that is isn’t a threat. He also can cook really well.
Sean Parker is with you guys?
no, D, asshole. He made me a cheese and bacon sandwich.
Mark bought me a hot dog?
Dustin is doing the dishes in my house. after cooking. for me.
WTTTFFFFFFFF?!???!??


At this point, Chris looked up to see Dustin shimming around the kitchen, apparently done with the dishes, to the Scott Pilgrim cover of Black Sheep. He was really into it, and Chris turned the camera on with his phone and took a video of Dustin pretending to be Brie Larson, not knowing Chris was catching it all on tape. Once Chris had gotten thirty seconds of it, he stopped it and sent it to Eduardo.


Then Dustin noticed, and pulled at Chris’ shoulders. “Dance with me, Chris!” A Shiny Toy Guns song came on his iPod, and he cursed whatever God there was. Then Dustin started doing claws, and Chris was sold. Dustin was ridiculous and didn’t mind looking like an idiot.

Dustin was surprised Chris had noticed him dancing. He acted coy, letting Chris think that he didn’t know Chris was recording him, but his plan of being himself, well, it was working. And maybe Chris liked him like that – regular, plain old Dustin. Even though he really didn’t need the leather pants for practice – he was Brad, damn it – he still liked having them on, because Chris’ eyes were trained to his ass at all times. He had his costume in the back of the car, and he was hoping Chris wouldn’t find out there was really no apparent reason for him to be wearing leather pants except for the fact it was cold.


After the song ended, Dustin grinned, and he felt his whole body relax. Being happy, happy like this anyway, he hadn’t felt like this in a while. And being with Chris, well that was a bonus. For a gay dude Chris did the shuffle entirely too well –he was almost as bad as Mark. At least Mark could do the Time Warp though.


“Chris, you are awful at this.” He said as the song changed, and Chris turned pink around his ears.


“Am I?” Chris looked at his feet, embarrassed.


“Do you know how to twist?” Chris looked at Dustin like he was speaking Chinese. “Madison? Charleston? Waltz?” Chris kept giving a blank look. “Can you dance at all?”


“I can grind?” Chris said, shaking his hips, and Dustin laughed.


“Everyone can grind. You just find someone to stand behind you and you shake your ass. Do I need to have a dance intervention?”


“A what?”


“Obviously I do.”


And so the rest of the afternoon Dustin taught Chris how to dance, not grind. And it was fun, even if Dustin did have to be the girl sometimes. He didn’t mind.
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Eduardo and Mark were having just as good of a time, except they weren’t dancing. They took pictures at every Starbucks they saw, went down to Alphabet City and walked through Tompkins Square Park because Eduardo had never been. They got a few catcalls until Mark stopped and pulled Eduardo down to kiss in the middle of the Park. Eduardo made the best of it – they’d only kissed a few times that day, and it was great. Mark took him on the subway and they made out, getting applause from what seemed to be a ménage a trois behind them – two men and what looked like a girl, but Mark commented as he bought Eduardo a hot dog that who knew in this city.


“Don’t worry about the hot dogs, by the way. They’re Nathans.”


“Okay?” Eduardo responded.


“They’re kosher.”


“Oh.” Eduardo continued to chomp on the hot dog.

i know i'm lost -- 22b/?

(Anonymous)
When Chris’ mom came back, she found Dustin and Chris waltzing around her living room to what a creepy sounding version of a waltz blaring from what she assumed was Dustin’s iPod on Chris’ iPod dock. She smiled as Dustin led Chris around the room, his eyes on Chris’ face as Chris mumbled something to him, eyes on his feet. Every fifteen or so seconds Dustin would smile at him and say something his mom hope was encouraging. Chris was six shades of pink, and she sighed as Dustin turned her son around the room.


She went into the kitchen to find the dishes done, the chip bag sealed up, and the chairs in their proper place. It was like when Eduardo came over – everything in it’s proper place, though Eduardo cleaned everything. Bathrooms. Rooms. Halls. Once she’d found him vacuuming her bedroom, singing along – badly – to a Killers’ song. She hoped Dustin wasn’t that bad, though if he cleaned Chris’ room, she wouldn’t mind.

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After that song had ended, Chris threw his hands up. “Can we stop and get something to eat? I’m starving.”


Dustin laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, taking his time as his pants were ridiculously tight. His phone had buzzed an hour ago when they’d been trying to swing – neither of them was very good at that, Dustin had always done it with Erica who was really super light – and so he read the text, grimacing.


practice has been moved up an hour, make sure to bring your costume and two dollars for some late night pizza! we intend to be done by 11, but you know how these things go.


“Is everything okay, Dustin?” Chris asked, and Dustin looked up.


“Yeah, yeah it’s fine. I have to be at practice at 7 and it’s 5:30.” So he had thirty minutes left with Chris, because it would take at least ten minutes to get out of these pants, thirty minutes to get to the theatre, ten minutes to change and find his glasses, and he always called in the pizza, which meant sweet talking whoever was over the phone to deliver at 10 even though he was calling at 6:45 and he knew that they closed at 10, they weren’t a chain. It was a lot of work.


“Do you have to go right now?” Chris meant to ask inquisitively, but instead it came out a little whiney.


“I mean, I have like a half hour until I really have to be there, but yeah. Unless … Unless you want to come with me? We can always use backup people.”


“Really?”


“Yeah sure. You’ll have to bring two dollars for pizza though.”


With that, Chris buzzed off to ask his mom, and Dustin texted Ellen, who was everywhere and nowhere at once, that he was bringing a friend. He got back


ooh is he sexy? It’s good, we had a dropout.
WHOOOO?!?!
tell you when you get here, gorgeous. i mean flawless ;)
how i c it is how i call it.

Dustin loved Ellen.
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Mark got a text when he and Eduardo had just gotten back to the hotel after Mark’s surprise of a tour of Columbia for both of them and Eduardo had begun to strip. He felt bad looking away, but he knew if someone was texting him, it had to be important. It was from Ellen.


Josh dropped out. He was having issues with his grades. Do you know if whoever Dustin is bringing tonight will fit the role, or you’ll have to do it.


Who would Dustin bring to – Chris. yeah, guilt his friend into doing that. I will NOT wear spandex in front of crowd. Too much junk.


k thanks bb. Have fun at the concert tonite. I want all the deets when you get back.


Mark hated Ellen sometimes. He looked up to see Eduardo padding to the bathroom. “Do you think eyeliner would be appropriate for tonight?” Eduardo asked. He had brought a separate outfit for the night, but Mark was wearing the same thing, so he took off his hoodie and fell on the bed.


“Why not?” He heard Eduardo laugh from the bathroom, and he pulled his laptop up from the floor. Time to code.

i know i'm lost -- 22c/?

(Anonymous)
After getting Chris’ mom’s blessing, the two of them chomped through half a bag of sour cream and onion chips before it was time to go. His mom waved them off from the front door, and Dustin waved back obnoxiously before sliding into the car. Chris was already sitting there, pouting.


“Ohh, why you look so saaad?” Dustin warbled, his voice a bit off-key, and Chris smiled a little bit.


“She’s ridiculous and she was purposefully embarrassing me.”


“Last night my dad showed you the pictures of when I had to get half of my hair shaved off because they thought I had a cancerous mole, though it was just where Mark had rubbed a bleach covered Sharpie on my head.”


“True. So, what show am I going to again?”


Dustin rolled his eyes. “Patience, grasshopper.” Chris pouted again.


“Don’t pout, it makes you fat.”


“Pouting makes you fat?” Chris mocked him.


“No, bread does. This doesn’t make me Ramona though.”


“Who are you then?”


“Scott. Or Knives. Knives was fabulous. And Asian.” Chris snorted. “Am I not allowed to note the beauty of a person?”


“Okay. Who would I be then – Wallace?”


“No, you would be Ramona.”


“Why?” Chris wasn’t a serial dater. Yeah he’d hooked up with people but he wasn’t a slut. Well, I mean, there was Darryl, Darren, Antonio – but that was a flirtation-, Rob, Hugh, cute British Collin, Anderson … okay, maybe Chris was a little bit of a serial dater.


“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”


They spent the rest of the car ride discussing how Dustin had gotten his leather pants, their plans for college, who was the top in the J-Z relationship – “Groff, totally Groff” “No way in hell Moscovitz. Too tiny.” “Size doesn’t matter.” “Like a vviiirrrgiiin” – their favorite films and what they liked on their pizza.


Once they’d parked outside the Brattle Theatre and Dustin had grabbed a bag from his trunk, they entered to a wolf whistle from a itty bitty brunette kicking her heels against the counter. “Dustin, what are you wearing, love of my life?”


Chris got a bit jealous. He knew sexuality was fluid, but what was this woman insinuating that she and Dustin were together forever? Then he bit it back. He called Eduardo love of my life when he cleaned his room and didn’t tell his mom.


“Ellen, gorgeous, this is Chris. And I wear what I want – I could totally pull this off during the show.”


“If Brad was supposed to shout ‘I’m a flamer!’, I guess. Go change. Leave me here with your little friend.”


“Be nice.” Dustin smirked and flitted off to the bathroom, Chris watching him sashay away.


“So, Chris, has Dustin sworn you to secrecy yet?”


“Um, no?”


She held out her pinky, and Chris crossed his with hers. “I promise to not tell any of the goings on of the Picture Show.” Chris repeated. “Have you seen the show?”


“What show?”


“What show?” Ellen’s voice was raised , then she shook her head. “Dustin is way too serious about this keeping it a secret thing. The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He’s Brad, Mark’s the criminologist, I’m Janet,”


Someone from across the theatre yelled “Slut!” Ellen laughed.


“And I was hoping to sweet talk you into being our Rocky. The one we had just dropped out because his new girlfriend has needs.”


“Me?”


“Yeah, you’re blond, you’re cute, you seem nice enough. We don’t sing or anything, and Rocky doesn’t dance or whatever. You just get seriously objectified. Almost as much as Dustin does, but not quite. Our last Rocky was kind of narrow, and Frank hit on him a little too much for comfort.”


“I’ve, um, never seen it live?” Chris protested, but Ellen waved her hand.
“It’s all of a kind. So, are you in or are you out? Well, you’re obviously out by the way you watched Dustin in those pants, but I mean in the show way. Mark said he wouldn’t mind, which is a praise from the Gods.”


Chris shrugged. “Why not?”

Re: i know i'm lost -- 22c/?

Your song choices (including Demi Lovato)! Scott Pilgrim! Glee! I ♥ you, dear writer-anon.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 22c/?

(Anonymous)
aww i <3 you too. Chris is such a Ramona.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 22c/?

Um. Yes. Yes. I looovee how they are doing Rocky Horror. I almost wish they actually had, because a film of that would be so awesome.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 22c/?

(Anonymous)
i looove Rocky Horror.
and a film of what?

Re: i know i'm lost -- 22c/?

Haha, sorry for being vague.
A film of Mark, Dustin, and Chris performing rocky horror. Yes.

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Re: i know i'm lost -- 22c/?

(Anonymous)
it's no problem, lovely.