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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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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.