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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.

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♥ 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...)
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♥ 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)
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FILLS;


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♥ 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 -- 6b/?

(Anonymous)
After Eduardo ditched his bag in the car and grabbed scripts from the backseat, they headed to the auditorium, Dustin humming low in his throat to warm up, Eduardo balancing between his scripts and phone, which he seems to keep checking. Chris, however, had put his headphones back on, concentrating on the back of the CD case, which he had brought with him. The song titles were like a secret message, telling Chris that this mystery boy wanted to meet Chris, wanted to make Chris fall in love with him, want him. But Chris didn’t know how to get a message back to this person. Eduardo had leaned over him when not concentrating on dropping on his scripts to try and read the song titles, but Dustin kept to himself, basically bouncing down the hall.


As they entered the auditorium, Dustin bounced over to Erica, gesturing excitedly at her about something, and she laughed, pointing at the sign-up sheet at the front. Eduardo, who had volunteered to direct every school play since second semester sophomore year, dropped the scripts onto the stage and snatched the sign-up sheet. After pulling himself up onto the stage, he cleared his throat. “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to auditions for our musical this year. I’m Eduardo Saverin, and I’ll be your director for this wonderful little ride. If you are chosen to be in our little production, practices will be Monday, Wednesday, and every other Friday after school from 2:30 – 4, and our play will be the week of November 14th, with practices every day the week before and performances Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and a Sunday matinee. If you cannot commit to most of those practices, then I’m sorry, you should leave now.” No one got up, so Eduardo continued. “We’ll be starting with Christy Lee, and going on. When I call your name, you come up here, pick up a script, and you’ll sing a song of your own choosing. After, I’ll tell you which tab to turn to, and you’ll read. If you’re in partners, it’d be easier, but if not, we’ll let the person behind you go up, sing, and read with you. Got it? Good.”
With that, Eduardo jumped off the stage and little Christy Lee went on.


And the auditions began.


Whoever had told Christy that she could sing was obviously on something. She sounded like a cat dying, and Chris knew Eduardo would put her in as Company, but he wished he wouldn’t. A few underclassmen did okay, and then it was Erica and Dustin’s turn. The two stepped onto the stage, Erica dressed in a pair of shorts, Dustin shedding his slightly slouchy demeanor for a straight back, his hair brushed into a side part. As Eduardo went to ask what they were to sing, Erica started, her brassy alto sliding into a rendition of ‘Let’s Misbehave’ from Anything Goes, her kicks and bravado matched Dustin’s zealous Lord Evelyn, though his voice was not obnoxious, but cute and charming. Then they read the exchange from between ‘Why Can’t You Behave?’, singing along from the words written on the page. Eduardo cackled, their dynamic perfect for what he was looking for, and looked at Chris. Chris nodded at him, and the two turned back, eyes wide. Everyone already knew who would be Fred.

i know i'm lost -- 6c/?

(Anonymous)
Once Chris had auditioned and Eduardo had written down a short list for Lilli, Chris liking the shy junior Katie who had sung ‘I Hate Men’ so well he had to have her as his match, and Chris had done a cover of ‘Yesterday’ and read with Katie, they were back at the car, Dustin diving in the back and stretching out as Chris put the old CD into Eduardo’s stereo and Eduardo checked his phone. As the introduction to Everyday came on, Dustin commented from the back, “You like Buddy Holly?”


“Yeah. His discography’s pretty good, but this is my favorite.” Eduardo made a face. “So, Dustin, where do you work?"


“Brattle Street Theatre. Hey Eduardo, what did you think of me & Erica’s little performance?”


“I liked it. It was comical but you sang well and had good chemistry. You were pretty much the only choice for Billy.”


“Sweet!” Dustin jumped up from the seat, hitting his head on the roof of the car. “Good, I’m also glad about the practice schedule. Mark & I are doing another production, but it’s only on Thursday afternoons and Saturday nights.”


“Mark acts?” Eduardo asked, his tone less casual then he had tried to make it.


“Yeah, but I can’t tell you what he does, or he’d kill me. Or what we’re in, though he might let it slip. Then you’re welcome to come.”


“Is it really that embarrassing?”


“No. Mark just likes being mysterious. Plus, it’s his first time performing. He hates feeling like he’s not perfect, but he totally is.”


“Where does Mark work?” Eduardo questioned, and Chris was confused. Shouldn’t Eduardo know that? He spends like all day with Mark.


“That also is need to know information, but I can tell you he works on Brattle Street. He also gets off early today – they’ve worked him so much and Divya the Diva got the all clear so Mark had to be instore for like two hours to make sure Divya didn’t die, then he could leave. I don’t know why he didn’t complain, normally he’s such a bitch about that sort of thing, even if it is time and a half, plus it puts him in line for a promotion.”


It takes them about five minutes to get to the Theatre, and Dustin hops out of the back, saying they should come in or take a walk – it’s a beautiful day. Chris agrees with him, and Eduardo waves Chris out, looking for a parking spot. After five minutes of driving around and honking he ends up paying for parking at The Charles, because then his car won’t get beaten up and it’s air conditioned. Then he meandered up Brattle Square to Brattle Street, unsurprised to see Chris inside laughing as Dustin motioned at pictures and did imitations. Eduardo, however, didn’t’ want to watch the obvious flirting, and figured if Mark was here, he would find him. Mark didn’t look like he’d work at Citysport or helping at the adult education school, so when Eduardo spotted two clothing stores, he figured those would be his best shots. Why would Mark be far from Dustin?


Passport was a bust, all of the girls giggling when Eduardo asked if a Mark worked there, their heads shaking no. When he crossed the street to American Apparel, he felt like he had found the place. All of the mannequins were rearranged in suggestive poses, and one of them was wearing the Mm shirt Mark had, while another had the Zz shirt on.


As he entered, he couldn’t contain his chuckles, which caused the Indian at the cash register to look up, annoyed. Eduardo headed there, his laughter barely manageable as he got out “Your mannequins are quite suggestive today.”

The man’s eyes bulged “MARRRK.”


After that, the laughter could be heard from not only Eduardo, but from the front of the store, where Mark was standing, fixing a display case. “Oh, hey Eduardo!”


“Mark, can you please just leave already? The only person that might die if you stay is you! Leave!”


“Feisty today, Divya. I’m a going, I’m a going.” With that, Mark turned towards the door. “Coming, Wardo?” Eduardo nodded.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 6c/?

I absolutely adore this fic like no other!! <33

Re: i know i'm lost -- 6c/?

(Anonymous)
thank you so much for your support in all of this <333

Re: i know i'm lost -- 6c/?

OMG. I love your taste in music, and the story is AMAZING. This is great, I hope you continue this, you lovable anon writer you!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 6c/?

(Anonymous)
this makes me so happy - i was worried that people weren't going to like the mixes. it also takes me forever to compile them, as i'm totally anal retentive about what sounds good with each other.

ps i have no plans of going anywhere for the next week or so!