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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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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.

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♥ 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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FORMAT OF PROMPTS;


♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
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♥ no "!" in pairings, only in descriptions. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark, FacebookCreator!Eduardo, CFO!Mark)
♥ anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Sean/Other)
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FILLS;


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♥ 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!

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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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FILL: if you could only let it be [1b/?]

(Anonymous)
Chris almost chokes on his beer laughing: “Oh yes, you’re definitely that drunk.” Then he proceeds to pay for the drinks and drag Dustin back to Kirkland. Stumbling out of the bar with Chris’s hands around his shoulders and his arm, he sighs contently and nudges into the familiar touch almost instinctively.

When he staggers onto his bed that night, before Dustin can remember if he was joking or serious, he drifts off to sleep.

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [1b/?]

Omg, not the OP, but I'm already in love with this! Everything about it is perfect, please continue! ♥

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [1b/?]

(Anonymous)
awww thanks so much for the support! chris/dustin tends to be the most self-indulgent fics that i write, lol

FILL: if you could only let it be [3b/?]

(Anonymous)
The next evening at their favourite café, Dustin nearly drops his jaw when he sees his best friend beaming at him before walking through the double doors.

Admittedly, Chris looks good. The white t-shirt is fitted but not too tight, accessorized with a simple fossil necklace, and the dark jean vest shows off his shoulders quite nicely. Then it’s straight black jeans and classic Converse shoes.

Dustin lets out a silent wow . He never realized how comprehensive he is when it comes to fashion.

“Hey,” Chris makes a beeline for Dustin’s table by the window, “you’re early.”

“So I’ve been told,” The line escapes his brain-to-mouth filter a bit more quickly than Dustin would like, “I haven’t ordered yet, – by the way, I didn’t accidentally tell you this is gonna be a dinner date on the phone, did I?”

Chris rolls his eyes with a smile, “No, you didn’t. I dressed up for other plans.”

“Oh.” That turns out to be more disappointing than Dustin’s expected, “What plans?”

“Ryan wants me to meet some of his friends,” the casualness in Chris’s voice doesn’t sound easy, “and we’re meeting at a club. I’m going there after this.”

“I see,” Dustin nods slowly, “I didn’t realize I was competing for your spare time.”

“Of course you weren’t,” replies Chris in haste, “the club thing was last minute.”

“Dude,” Dustin pouts, “the last time we sat down like this was in January. January , okay? Now tell me this is gonna be a nice break from that pathetic cycle of ‘eat, sleep, piss, shit and code’ of a life.”

“I promise it will be,” Chris laughs, “I’m proud of the work you’ve done, Dustin, and I’m not the only one. You know that no longer expandable is a very high praise, coming from Mark.”

“I know,” Dustin smiles with a sadness he doesn’t quite understand himself, “I know.”

The food is nice, just the way they liked it in freshman year. Taylor, the bespectacled waitress they’ve come to know flirts outrageously with Dustin until he turns red behind his ears and blames her for his dysfunctional love life. Chris just sits back and smirks quietly at his cinnamon rolls. Finally Taylor returns to the counter, and Dustin turns around, still muttering incoherently to himself.

But his breath hitches at the sight he’s caught in his periphery. Dustin’s pretty sure he’s seen Chris’s profile for a million times, but there’s something to this image that makes him dazed and flustered.

The blush on Chris’s cheeks is just the right shade of pink. The night of Cambridge is but a distant noise, the flashing lights and blurred motion animates the darkness in the background. But Chris’s face glows under the warm lights of the café, from the bright blue eyes to smooth curve of his nose, from the brackets of his lips to the tip of his chin. The lines and shadows are fluent and serene; the only stir of movement is from the slight tremble of Chris’s eyelashes.

All right, Taylor must have roofied his guava juice, or else there is no explanation for this dizziness that’s making Dustin’s head spin right now.

Chris checks his watch, oblivious of the pair of feverish eyes pinned on him. “Damn, I gotta go now.” He signals another waiter for the cheque, “Thanks for everything, Dustin. I’ve had a great time.”

“Don’t worry about the cheque,” Dustin bursts out, fumbling for his wallet to avoid eye contact, “I’ll pick it up. Uh, you’re gonna be late if you don’t get going now.”

“This is not a date,” Chris gives him an amused look, “but we should definitely do it again.”

Dustin beams at the last six words, “So I scored a second date just like that?”

“Don’t fuck with me,” Chris scoffs affectionately, “you know I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Right,” Dustin can feel the heat in his cheeks. Luckily the cheque has made its way to their table, so he starts digging change with false focus.

Then a light touch falls on his shoulder.

“I know you need me more than TheFacebook or Ryan does, so don’t ever assume you’re third place. Just call me, anytime.”

By the time Dustin snaps out of his absent-mindedness, there are bills lying on the opposite side of the table, and the ghost of that touch is fading as the swinging double doors grow still.

FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?]

(Anonymous)
Chris texts Dustin when he’s on his way back from lit class: sry cant do study session today, dinner w/ryan, how bout tmr at 4?

Dustin sighs and sinks into the couch. Mark has holed himself in his room for a week coding god-knows-what, and this is probably the third time that Chris has to reschedule their thing for his thing with Ryan.

Dustin kicks the lonely XBOX controller aside to make room for his feet on the coffee table. fine :( but dont let him get into ur pants!

Five minutes later Chris strides through the door and throws his backpack at Dustin. “What was that supposed to mean?”

“Whoa, careful,” Dustin ducks out of the way and catches the bag before it hits his face, “I was joking! Relax!”

“I don’t need your input when it comes to my personal life, Dustin.” Chris bites his lips, his blue eyes dark with disappointment, “Just, please respect my privacy.”

The knowledge of Chris being seriously upset leaves Dustin’s mind drawing a blank.

“I...I’m sorry, okay? I really didn’t mean it.” he runs a hand through his hair, struggling with the words, “Listen, I was drunk and pissed off that night and I could have been nicer. Ryan, he, uh, he seemed like a decent guy. A little predictable and puts too much gel in his hair -”

“Don’t push it -”

“But I hope you guys have a good time tomorrow!” Dustin quickly finishes the sentence and beams at Chris.

The blond cracks into a smile and sits down beside Dustin, “Apology accepted, and thank you.” He nods in the direction of Mark’s room. “What’s up with Mark? I feel like I barely see him now. Has he been going to class?”

“I don’t know, I saw him in the CS lab a couple of days ago, but he was wired-in and didn’t talk to me,” Dustin muses, “I wonder if he’s working on something like CourseMatch again -”

At this exact moment, Mark’s door creaks open, and a creature with bloodshot eyes and a crazy nest of brown curls emerges to interrupt Dustin’s sentence. He shuffles over and grabs a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the corner while Chris and Dustin gape at him.

“You look terrible,” Dustin finally manages to comment when Mark has already chugged half of the bottle.

“I’m still alive and functioning, but I’m doing nothing like CourseMatch,” Mark mumbles, wiping his mouth, “by the way, Dustin, you should really keep your comments about Chris’s dating life to yourself.”

Dustin scoffs, “Eavesdrop less and feed yourself more, asshole.”

“Wardo’s been bringing me food, thanks for asking,” Mark grabs some granola bars from the coffee table before disappearing into his room.

Chris exchanges a concerned look with Dustin, and the redhead mouths I know, what would we ever do without Wardo?

A few seconds later Mark pops out again, “Hey, um, Dustin, I’m gonna need you to look over some of the code tomorrow. You free at four?”

Dustin is about to tell him about the study session with Chris, before the blond squeezes his hand and whispers, “It’s alright, we can do it on Wednesday.”

“Uh...sure, Mark, okay.” Dustin nods at Mark and watches him shut the door. Somehow he can’t shake that quirky feeling in his stomach. He doesn’t know why it feels like he’s spending less and less time with Chris, even when he’s on the same couch as him right now.

“So,” Chris smiles at him, “looks like we both got some free time on our hands. Wanna play Halo?”

“Yeah, actually,” Dustin avoids Chris’s eyes as he gets up from the couch, “I have to go read something for lit.”

“Oh, okay.” He hears the confusion in Chris’s voice as he shuts the door of his bedroom.

stop being so fucking sensitive and nosy and stupid it’s just a rain check (okay, two consecutive rain checks) what the fuck do you care he has a right to date other people but GOD I hate Ryan and his polished outfit and his stupid girl hair (come to think of it, I’ve never had dinner with Chris outside of the dining hall)

Dustin buries his face in his pillow and tries to mute his thoughts.

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?]

I don't even know where to start! *_____*
I love everything so far, it's PERFECT! It's exactly what I imagined AND MORE!
I love Dustin being so sad and jealous and missing Chris (oh Dustin, you dearheart) and I loved how he immediately felt bad and apologized when he realized Chris was genuinely upset. *smishes Chris* Nobody's allowed to make Chris upset! `_´

And oh Mark.
Chris exchanges a concerned look with Dustin, and the redhead mouths I know, what would we ever do without Wardo?
I loved their silent interaction and how they worry about Mark, because HE JUST CAN'T TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF, and how you know it's still going to be okay, because there's Wardo. Oh Wardo. ♥

So much love. <3
You make me so happy, you don't even know.

nbd just author!anon going on a tangent nbd - (Anonymous), 2011-03-19 03:54 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?]

oh, lovely *patting Dustin's head*

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 06:39 am (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?]

(Anonymous)
THIS CANNOT BE ANYMORE PERFECT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

beautiful omg, i love it.

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 06:40 am (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?]

I know this is going to be TOTALLY AWESOME. Can't wait for more.

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [2/?] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 06:40 am (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [1b/?]

OP here (and again too lazy to anon, who cares about anon anyway??): I love you !!!! This is perfect! Dustin and Chris are SPOT-ON and their interaction is sooo adorable. I love Chris being so gentle and nice and such an amazing best friend (taking Dustin home when he's drunk - awww *-*).

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [1b/?]

Lovin this! Can't wait to read more!

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [1b/?]

(Anonymous)
thank you!

FILL: if you could only let it be [3a/?]

(Anonymous)
They start going out. They continue going out. They are still going out.

Ryan and Chris have been steady for seven weeks now and Dustin is doing everything he can. He calls Billy Olsen over to disturb the peace when Ryan is helping Chris with Calculus problem sets, he sits between them on the common room couch and hides the remote control when they try to watch DVD, he inserts awkward comments with a 500-Watt smile when Chris asks him to get a Mountain Dew for Ryan, and he tells embarrassing stories of Chris to Ryan (well, the boyfriend was interested).

So far, none of these is working. Dustin figures it’s because Chris knows his M.O. too well, having cleaned up so much of the mess he made over the years. Like when Billy makes too much noise, Chris just calls up Billy’s girlfriend, Tess (who happens to be his close friend) and has him removed. Tess even made a joke about towing service once, and Dustin had to laugh even though he was totally not impressed. When Dustin sits between them for too long, Chris just wrestles the remote out of the waistband of his jeans, flips to the History Channel and waits until Dustin retreats because the boredom is just too much. Fucking history majors. And when it comes to embarrassing stories, Chris has way more dirt on him than he on Chris. One subtle hint of blackmail and Dustin’s done.

Dustin has stopped trying for the past week. TheFacebook has thousands of users now, and Mark is spitting out new ideas for the site like a vomiting freshman at a frosh week party. Everything in Dustin’s life has stalled except coding for TheFacebook; when he uses the washroom, his ears feel strangely naked without headphones.

He hasn’t talked to Chris for longer than five minutes in a while. Not through emails, not face-to-face, not even texting. Chris doesn’t stay at the dorm much either, his time split between schoolwork and promoting TheFacebook at Yale and Columbia. Sometimes Dustin can see Ryan walking Chris back to Kirkland out his bedroom window, but he turns back to code as soon as he catches a glimpse.

On the other hand, Eduardo has been spending an awful lot of time at Kirkland, in Mark’s room specifically. He talks to Mark, sometimes it leads to a conversation, sometimes an argument, sometimes nowhere. Dustin is grateful for the late night takeout and snacks from the dining hall that Eduardo brings them, but somehow his life feels empty even when his stomach is full, which is not a common occurrence at all.

“You need Chris,” answers Eduardo casually to his question. “How long has it been since you guys hanged out?”

Dustin thinks long and hard. “We re-watched Chris’s old Shark Week tapes...oh fuck that was last month.”

“See?” Eduardo grins, “You guys should go, I don’t know, grab a coffee or watch a movie or something. Really, you should do it tomorrow.”

“Yeah, about that,” Dustin frowns, “I’m scheduled to be wired-in again at 11 and I -”

“I’ll ask Mark right now, see if he can reschedule or find someone to fill in,” Eduardo waves his excuse away. “It’ll be a well-deserved break for you, anyhow.”

Dustin chews on his bottom lip. “All right, I guess that could work. Thanks, Wardo.”

Eduardo nods with a smile before he starts texting.

FILL: if you could only let it be [3b/?]

(Anonymous)
The next evening at their favourite café, Dustin nearly drops his jaw when he sees his best friend beaming at him before walking through the double doors.

Admittedly, Chris looks good. The white t-shirt is fitted but not too tight, accessorized with a simple fossil necklace, and the dark jean vest shows off his shoulders quite nicely. Then it’s straight black jeans and classic Converse shoes.

Dustin lets out a silent wow . He never realized how comprehensive he is when it comes to fashion.

“Hey,” Chris makes a beeline for Dustin’s table by the window, “you’re early.”

“So I’ve been told,” The line escapes his brain-to-mouth filter a bit more quickly than Dustin would like, “I haven’t ordered yet, – by the way, I didn’t accidentally tell you this is gonna be a dinner date on the phone, did I?”

Chris rolls his eyes with a smile, “No, you didn’t. I dressed up for other plans.”

“Oh.” That turns out to be more disappointing than Dustin’s expected, “What plans?”

“Ryan wants me to meet some of his friends,” the casualness in Chris’s voice doesn’t sound easy, “and we’re meeting at a club. I’m going there after this.”

“I see,” Dustin nods slowly, “I didn’t realize I was competing for your spare time.”

“Of course you weren’t,” replies Chris in haste, “the club thing was last minute.”

“Dude,” Dustin pouts, “the last time we sat down like this was in January. January , okay? Now tell me this is gonna be a nice break from that pathetic cycle of ‘eat, sleep, piss, shit and code’ of a life.”

“I promise it will be,” Chris laughs, “I’m proud of the work you’ve done, Dustin, and I’m not the only one. You know that no longer expandable is a very high praise, coming from Mark.”

“I know,” Dustin smiles with a sadness he doesn’t quite understand himself, “I know.”

The food is nice, just the way they liked it in freshman year. Taylor, the bespectacled waitress they’ve come to know flirts outrageously with Dustin until he turns red behind his ears and blames her for his dysfunctional love life. Chris just sits back and smirks quietly at his cinnamon rolls. Finally Taylor returns to the counter, and Dustin turns around, still muttering incoherently to himself.

But his breath hitches at the sight he’s caught in his periphery. Dustin’s pretty sure he’s seen Chris’s profile for a million times, but there’s something to this image that makes him dazed and flustered.

The blush on Chris’s cheeks is just the right shade of pink. The night of Cambridge is but a distant noise, the flashing lights and blurred motion animates the darkness in the background. But Chris’s face glows under the warm lights of the café, from the bright blue eyes to smooth curve of his nose, from the brackets of his lips to the tip of his chin. The lines and shadows are fluent and serene; the only stir of movement is from the slight tremble of Chris’s eyelashes.

All right, Taylor must have roofied his guava juice, or else there is no explanation for this dizziness that’s making Dustin’s head spin right now.

Chris checks his watch, oblivious of the pair of feverish eyes pinned on him. “Damn, I gotta go now.” He signals another waiter for the cheque, “Thanks for everything, Dustin. I’ve had a great time.”

“Don’t worry about the cheque,” Dustin bursts out, fumbling for his wallet to avoid eye contact, “I’ll pick it up. Uh, you’re gonna be late if you don’t get going now.”

“This is not a date,” Chris gives him an amused look, “but we should definitely do it again.”

Dustin beams at the last six words, “So I scored a second date just like that?”

“Don’t fuck with me,” Chris scoffs affectionately, “you know I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Right,” Dustin can feel the heat in his cheeks. Luckily the cheque has made its way to their table, so he starts digging change with false focus.

Then a light touch falls on his shoulder.

“I know you need me more than TheFacebook or Ryan does, so don’t ever assume you’re third place. Just call me, anytime.”

By the time Dustin snaps out of his absent-mindedness, there are bills lying on the opposite side of the table, and the ghost of that touch is fading as the swinging double doors grow still.

Re: FILL: if you could only let it be [3b/?]

WHY ARE YOU BREAKING MY HEART, ANON AUTHOR, WHY???
*sobs*
Oh Dustin .... óò He's so sad and lonely and his attempts to woe Chris are simply pathetic and obvious, but oh Dustin.
You can't do that to him. And to me!
*sobs some more*
Their date was really sweet and Chris was lovely and pretty and adorable and Dustin is so head over heels for him it's not even funny anymore.

“I know you need me more than TheFacebook or Ryan does, so don’t ever assume you’re third place. Just call me, anytime.”
I really hope that is foreshadowing and Dustin IS going to need Chris (and soon!) and he's going to call him and he's all desperate or something and Chris is going to ditch EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY to come to him, yes? Yes? óò

I can't wait for more - this fic is made of so much win.