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The Social Network: the kink meme!

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 [5a/6]

de-anoned, because i'm finally done with this. i hope the pacing isn't too weird. and thank you, OP, for being such a lovely person ♥



It was raining when he got up at 4 the next morning to code. It’s still raining when Chris yanks his headphones off at 7, and says to him “we need to talk”.

Dustin rubs his eyes and lets out a soft grunt. For a moment, he’s just too tired to say anything back. The fact that Chris is still looking at him doesn’t make it easier, either.

“All right.” Despite the knots in his stomach, Dustin nods, “what do you wanna know?” He wants to keep aloof, but the uncertainty and nervousness won’t leave his head alone.

“How long has it been, Dustin?” says Chris, the words soft but detached, like he’s trying to comfort Dustin after the terrible death of a pet he never had.

Something stirs in Dustin’s chest. He bites his lips, but fails to choke down the repressed frustration before the words come out.

“How long have I wanted to do what I did last night, you mean?”

He sees the flutter of Chris’s eyelashes, as if taken aback by Dustin’s bluntness, but he’s not stopping here. “Honestly, I can’t even remember, Chris. For the past two years, I’ve lived in the same suite as you, your number is on my speed dial, we share the last beer when Mark forgets his turn to buy, and you’re the only one who has ever waltzed to my desk and interrupt my coding at 7 fucking am. You’re in every fucking second of my existence, before TheFacebook, before all those other people. Fish don’t realize they live in water, Chris. They don’t know what would happen to them until it happens.” Dustin pauses, trying to suck more air into his lungs. “Until that water slips away.”

He stops. Chris is looking intensely at the desk lamp, as if some sort of fungi is growing on its stand. The blinds are shut tight, and half of his face is in the shadows.

“The only reason you would say that when I’m standing right here is, I’m not being who you want me to be.” Chris muses.

“I...” There is no real explanation that Dustin can offer.

“Ryan, then. Have you always hated him?”

“I don’t hate him. I hate him for what he is to you.”

“Is that why you faked a Jamaican accent when he called?”

“Wait,” Dustin’s mouth falls open, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“He called me when I was on my way from Boston to Cambridge and it wasn’t a pretty conversation. He thought I told you to mock him as an effort to further tell him off.” Chris rolls his eyes, “And apparently he assumed it was your way of gloating, for stealing me from him.”

“Gee,” Dustin scratches his neck, trying to wipe his clammy hands dry, “way to desperate and, and clingy. I can’t believe he said that. But seriously, if I knew you guys were over then, I would have gloated the hell out of it. Maybe throw in an Indian accent, too.”

Chris snickers, in spite of his best effort. “I thought his theory was ridiculous at first, of course, but I can’t shake off that feeling. So I decided to test it out -”

“What feeling?” Dustin drags his chair closer to Chris, his eyes suddenly stern and eager.

Chris doesn’t answer. “- by asking you if Ryan called. I figured if you really wanted to break Ryan and me off, you’d tell me he didn’t. I was so happy that you were honest -”

Dustin jumps out of his seat and muffles Chris’s mouth with his hand. “Shut up. I didn’t lie, and you thought it would be safe to give me a peck on the cheek, but ended up with my tongue in your mouth instead, yes, we remember and will probably never forget it.”