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The Social Network: the kink meme!

It's Complicated: But sexy!


zuckonitkinkeme zuckonitkinkeme wrote in tsn_kinkmeme
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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-ish]: Confessions 1.

Jesse stretches his fingers across the keys as if practicing for an athletic event. He pops his knuckles and rolls his neck and settles deeply into his thoughts. This time, the song lyrics of previous shots have been worn thin. He can no longer keep his thoughts from the page. His frantic typing begins with the take.

There are so many things I could say to you, Andrew, like how I think you're the type of person who I would have fallen in love with as a kid because you would have been the one to listen to me. You would have been the one stop the horrible comments of our thoughtless classmates. You would have been popular enough to defend me without being teased by the others for doing so, and I would have wanted so badly to hold your hand for that, in an innocent, unintentional way, I just would have wanted to reach out and grab your fingers and stay locked there, with you, until the fear passed, until everything stopped being so big and black and dark, until I could finally hold my head in front of a group of people and not want to break. I would have followed you anywhere, watching your hand, waiting for the moment I could take it without embarrassing you. You would have kept me from those shattering years of youth where I lost myself as I looked for a space between social groups where I would not get beaten or abused or completely ignored.

And, when I see you as an adult, I want to hold your hand the same way a younger version of me would have wanted it, because you understand me in some way that I'm not sure anybody else does. Not many people know how to listen the way you do. I might stutter and stumble and curse at myself because of it, but you don't nod your head with a vacant smile and wait for me to find my way through my brambles of thoughts. You actually sit and listen to me like even the silences and the pauses are worthwhile. I don't know people like that, Andrew. I know people that try but fail. And I know people with the best of intentions, but you seem to find my silences and gaps just as meaningful. You see into those breaths. In the space between what I mean to say and what I manage to say... you've wedged yourself there, and now every time I take a breath, every time I move my chest, I want you to listen, I feel you in my ribs.

I don't know people that are quite as handsome as you are, either. You're distracting. You're distracting even when I'm not close to you -- I think about the way your body is constructed in such a linear, angular way, and yet you're full of smooth curves, and how I'd love to feel the cotton of your shirts and the cotton of your skin and I want to document the topographic qualities of your knees and the space behind your ears and the moment above your ass where your skin dimples in two smooth depressions. I want to touch you until I don't know the difference between us. I want to fuck you until I can't imagine another moment in time, until the orgasms and black sleep blend together and we wake up in the morning, mingled like yarn.

Re: [Fill-ish]: Confessions 1.

Christ, this is so beautifully well-written. I think you've brought tears to my eyes. Please, keep on writing this.