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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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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.

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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Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
Let your freckles be periods and my scars the alphabet. Our skin together is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. White like snow, like rabbit coat. Thin like fingers when it’s cold. You finish everything I begin and without me, you say that you wouldn’t exist. The misspellings in your DNA defy language and everything I’ve learned because nothing about you could ever be wrong.

BALLS! THAT IS RPS, OBVS.

(Anonymous)
Don't mind me, I like to forget to type things.

Fill: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 1/?

(Anonymous)
This in no way represents real people by these names
Established relationship fluff Anon - hopefully this somehow meets your expectations.


The media possessed world tends to assume that between Andrew and Jesse, Jesse is the one with the body insecurities and self-deprecating observations on everything from his hair to the length of his legs. And Jesse is fine with that, the assumptions. He isn't fond of complete strangers caring about whether or not he has a certain level of self-esteem, but between him and Andrew, Jesse figures that if one of them has to be neurotic in public, it might as well be him.

It's not as if he doesn't perpetuate the idea every time he is coerced into an interview.

But the funny thing about assumptions is how often they are wrong.
Jesse likes that they are wrong. He likes that the assumptions are wrong because he is the only one who gets to see Andrew the way he is now –

“Leave me alone,” Andrew whines as he pulls the blankets over his head. To slide away from Jesse's seeking hands, Andrew scoots his body so far down the mattress that his feet slide off the edge. Jesse has to bite his lip to stop from smiling.

“You are being ridiculous.” When Jesse tries to pull the blankets off of Andrew, thin fingers curl out from under the material to cling to it in a death grip.

“You don't understand, Jess! I look deathly, rather like death itself!

Jesse snorts.

Andrew got back into New York last night, after visiting his parents and wrapping up the first half of promotional interviews. He'd looked exhausted from the jetlag when Jesse had picked him up at the airport. But he had smiled brightly then, like he always did, smiled in cab while he twisted his pinky round Jesse's and talked about the rain in England and how his mum had made him promise to bring Jesse next time.
He smiled before he pressed Jesse against the front door. “I've missed you,” Andrew had said between kisses. Then he'd snagged Jesse's keys and dragged them both through the entrance with a smirk transforming his smile.

But now, any smile is pressed into the sheets and Jesse has been waiting too long to see it to leave Andrew this way.

“Andrew.” Jesse rolled his eyes when there was no response. Sliding down the mattress, Jesse slips his feet beneath the covers until his toes bump into Andrew's ankles. Andrew grunts, one hand escaping from the blankets to search for Jesse, for his hand or shoulder. But Jesse twists his torso away.

Jesse runs his foot up Andrew's shin and Andrew jerks back with a whine. In the next moment, Andrew pulls back the blanket to glare at Jesse.

“Your feet are freezing, Jess.”

Jesse hums and scoots closer to press his knee to Andrew's thigh. It leaves him at an awkward angle, staring at Andrew's squinting, tired eyes while Andrew's brows shift about as Andrew makes five different faces.

Jesse can tell, even from the distance, that the hair of Andrew's eyebrows are askew – reaching like antennas – from being slept on all night. Jesse wants to reach out with his tuhmbs and smooth them down. He licks his lips, thumb twitching. Andrew seems to read his mind because he ducks back beneath the blanket.

“What time is it,” Andrew finally mumbles.

Jesse looks at the clock on the nightstand and pretends that he doesn't feel Andrew slide a hand down his thigh.

“Before nine.”

Re: Fill: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 1/?

I want to know where this (story) goes.

Re: Fill: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 1/?

(Anonymous)
It's mostly nonsensical fluff, so no plot and no action but hopefully you like the rest of it anyway :)

Re: Fill: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 1/?

(Anonymous)
EEEEeeeee! Go, anon filler, go! I believe in you!

Re: Fill: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 1/?

(Anonymous)
OH, ANON, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL ADJALKSJALKSA. I love the easiness of their relationship and just how lovely they are with each other! And chilly feet and cuddling! And also Jesse looks at the clock on the nightstand and pretends that he doesn't feel Andrew slide a hand down his thigh. HAHA, Andrew you so sneaky!

Eee! This is so wonderful! Thank you thank you!

xoxo,
Anon

Re: Fill: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 1/?

(Anonymous)
I don't even know what this is. I just wanted to write role-reversal insecure!Andrew - so I am so glad that you like this nonsensical fluff! You are so welcome! THANK YOU! <3

From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 2/?

(Anonymous)
Andrew inhales harshly through his nose. The fingers on Jesse's thigh curl against his skin, nails pressing but not biting against Jesse's skin. It sends a shiver down Jesse's spine and his mouth goes dry. Andrew draws his fingers down to Jesse's knee, then he lays his palm flat over the bone, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin the joint ends.

“It's too bloody early,” Andrew mumbles, voice muffled by the blanket. Jesse tries to swallow. His hands itch with the need to throw back the blanket and find Andrew's lips. When Andrew scrapes his nail lightly over Jesse's skin, Jesse has to throw his hand over his mouth to hold down a moan.

Then Andrew pats Jesse's knee twice before rolling away.

Andrew buries his face in the pillow that's lying cock-eyed on the left side of the bed and Jesse can't help thinking no-no,don't-go-so-faraway (it's not early in the least but it's early enough that Jesse isn't embarressed at the thought) because the points where Andrew's skin was warming Jesse's go cold abruptly. Jesse can't help it if a whine escapes his throat.

The mattress stops shaking as Andrew still, no longer flopping around for a better position to fall back to sleep in. Jesse thinks he hears an echoing whine before Andrew rolls back over.

The blankets fly off a moment before Andrew press his lips hard to Jesse's. Andrew's long fingers are everywhere, grasping at skin as he moans into Jesse's mouth. Jesse presses back, arching, and digging his fingers into the skin above Andrew's hipbone. Not hard, but enough to make him shiver.

“If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were seducing me,” Andrew teases, breaking away to press a chaste kiss to Jesse's lips. A smile fights it's way on to Jesse's lips – he tries to hold it back but Andrew is already smiling and it's infectious. Jesse takes in way Andrew's skin pulls over his cheekbones, the way his freckles are completely disorganized in way that makes Jesse want to kiss each one. Jesse isn't insecure about how he looks because he is secure in the belief that he isn't much to look at. Not like Andrew. Jesse thinks Andrew is gorgeous, and he doesn't want him ducking his head, like he is now, burying his nose in Jesse's hair. Like he can read Jesse's thoughts and the only way to hide is by pressing Jesse into the mattress, grabbing on like an octopus.

“Justin's wrong,” Jesse mumbles into Andrew's neck. “You're not a woodland creature. Woodland creatures don't have fingers. Or grabby hands. You definitely have grabby hands.”

Andrew lifts his head, eyebrows dancing about as he takes in the statement. Finally his lips settle into a fake pout and he says, “You are daft.”

Andrew runs his thumb over Jesse's lower lip. “And bloody amazing. How'd I get so lucky?”

Jesse blushes to his roots. He wants to tell Andrew that he has it completely wrong and then maybe kiss every inch of Andrew until he believe him. He wants to highlight every inch of Andrew that he thinks is exceptional, but there isn't enough highlighters in his desk (and really he'd just need to toss Andrew in a bucket of bright yellow paint). Jesse wants to write a compliment next to every freckle like they are the bullet marks of a list.

Jesse hooks his legs over Andrew's waist and rolls them over. Andrew's lips open to complain, but Jesse swallows it with a kiss. Jesse's face is red and his stomach is twisting itself into a knot. “I love -”

He breathes in sharply and feels Andrew's eyes locked to his own.

“Everything from your elbows to your eyes.” Jesse breaths the words out against Andrew's chin.

“That excludes everything below the belt,” Andrew says wiggling his eyebrows saucily. But the easiness of the teasing is underscored by the pink tinge to his cheeks.

“Sometimes I can't believe you are real.” Jesse says instead of a usual quip. He runs his fingers over Andrew's ribs. He draws his eyes down the lines of Andrew's body. Jesse draws his thumb over the faint scar on Andrew's knee from where he scraped it falling off the bike for the first time. Jesse flushes, embarrassed and thrilled about knowing these things about Andrew. It makes him swallow and lean down to press his lips over the scar.

Re: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 2/?

I love this. It's oh so sweet fluff <3

He wants to tell Andrew that he has it completely wrong and then maybe kiss every inch of Andrew until he believe him. He wants to highlight every inch of Andrew that he thinks is exceptional, but there isn't enough highlighters in his desk (and really he'd just need to toss Andrew in a bucket of bright yellow paint).

This.

Jesse hooks his legs over Andrew's waist and rolls them over. Andrew's lips open to complain, but Jesse swallows it with a kiss. Jesse's face is red and his stomach is twisting itself into a knot. “I love -”

He breathes in sharply and feels Andrew's eyes locked to his own.

“Everything from your elbows to your eyes.” Jesse breaths the words out against Andrew's chin.

“That excludes everything below the belt,” Andrew says wiggling his eyebrows saucily.
But the easiness of the teasing is underscored by the pink tinge to his cheeks.


This.

“Sometimes I can't believe you are real.” Jesse says instead of a usual quip. He runs his fingers over Andrew's ribs. He draws his eyes down the lines of Andrew's body. Jesse draws his thumb over the faint scar on Andrew's knee from where he scraped it falling off the bike for the first time. Jesse flushes, embarrassed and thrilled about knowing these things about Andrew. It makes him swallow and lean down to press his lips over the scar.

I sincerely hope you know I appreciate this work, that I enjoyed it.

<3

Re: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 2/?

Can I just say that I love this comment? I wrote nonsense and I'm just so pleased that you liked it, so thank you for that. :)

Re: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 2/?

OMG, my heart is actually hurting from the sweetness here. Write more! I need the utter adorableness of A/J to balance the M/E angst-o-rama.

From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 3/3

It's been nearly a year since Spiderman and Andrew's body looks as though its released a breath after Spiderman. Jesse traces the line of Andrew's tibia with his thumb, dragging with his thumb on the way down toward Andrew's ankle and soothing the skin with the pad of his thumb on the way back up to Andrew's knee. Andrew's whole body shivers, and Jesse thinks as he watches the outline of Andrew's hip bones and the points of his elbows, that it is as if the muscles Andrew had for the movie were really made of air.

Except, Jesse is intimately aware that those muscles were real.

Since Spiderman, Andrew has wrapped another film. He managed to wrangle a week off the press junket, though, to visit Jesse. For which Jesse could worship Andrew, if he knew a way that would come off as sexy rather than awkward.

Because the last two and a half years (give or take), haven't been easy. Because, sometimes, when they are working on opposite coasts – or there is a sea between them, or its Thanksgiving and once again they've end up so far from each other at the table that they can't even indulge in a rousing game of footsie !– Jesse sometimes thinks less than optimistic thoughts. He thinks about cat fur and the sheer ridiculousness that is their day-to-day domestic life.

Feeding Jesse's cats, and the stray cats. Jesse reading old books that have scribbles in the margins because he picked it up second hand from a thrift shop. Andrew cooking. Andrew whistling. Jesse picking up the clothes that Andrew drops in some sort of Hansel&Gretel, breadcrumb-like trail from room to room. Andrew talking to his mum on the phone. Andrew brushing his hair, while Jesse watches conspicuously from the bathroom door. Andrew falling about the flat. Jesse calling the apartment a ”flat” just because Andrew used that word for any room in an apartment building.

And Jesse asks himself, Why would Andrew want to be here? and We live like we're 82, which shouldn't be an appealing life style, should it? and What if he tries to ask me to move to London?!

Somehow, amongst these thoughts and making their bed, Jesse fights down insecurities until times like these, when they are both back in the flat that smells like tea leaves.

-

“You are thinking too loudly, Jess.”

“Thoughts aren't audible,” Jesse quips. Then he peeks up at Andrew from where he has his chin resting on Andrew's knee and sees that Andrew's cheeks are still pink. Jesse doesn't know why but it makes him add, “Which is probably a good thing. My ears would fall off in confusion if all of your thoughts were broadcast in my vicinity.”

The words are said with so many uhs and ums interspersed through-out that only someone with a Jesse-to-English dictionary could understand what he just said. Luckily, Andrew seems to have been born with that particular dictionary memorized.

Andrew's response is to toss his head back in a carefree laugh, and it makes up for the fact that Jesse has gone as red as fire engine from his collarbones to his hairline.

It also makes Jesse say more before he has thought the words through.

“The flat would probably be filled with music too, like elevator music only that almost mainstream stuff you keep putting on my ipod.”

Andrew laughs again and its almost as if he is completely different creature from the one that, just seconds ago, was fidgeting against the mattress in that particularly Andrew-way. They way he gets first thing in the morning when he's naked in Jesse's bed and no one else is around to see that he can act as awkward about his looks as Jesse is about everything else.

And its enough. Enough to make Jesse feel brave and for Jesse to be able to lean over Andrew and brush his lips against Andrew's freckles as he says, “I love you,” earnestly and with as many unspoken words behind his teeth as are behind Andrew's when Andrew kisses him before Jesse can breath the punctuation mark.

Thanks to those of you who read & commented, it was fun if not utterly silly

Re: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 3/3

Aww, I'm glad you decided to finish this after all. Thanks love for the intake of fluff that is Andrew/Jesse; they're too adorable for words. <3

Re: From Your Elbows to Your Eyes 3/3

*happy sigh*

I love the sweet domesticity of this.