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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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quick note; GUYS. please be aware that if you posted a prompt in part six and it is now screened, i have posted them to the post already - so that you guys don't have to. thanks for being patient and making the fill-a-thon such a success!

sorry i didn't get much of delicious done; i lacked the internet over the break but rest assured i have absolutely nothing to do so will get it, hopefully.




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 ;))


♥ 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.


♥ 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.
NEW: ♥ PLEASE comment with the first of your fill to the PROMPT and then all future updates as a comment to the FIRST PART of the fill. this makes it easier for both the WIP spreadhseet and for archiving stuff on delicious. it also helps people who are trying to catch up on updates and don't have to look through every fill on the prompt (should it have more than one). thank you.






have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


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 three, four, five or six over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. (prompts for parts one and two are now up for reposting.)



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Re: Christy/Erica, Princess Protection Program AU (Part 1a/?)


Christy comes home from what might actually be the day from hell. Like hell rose up and swallowed her town just to torture her. Junior year should not be this bad. No school year should be this bad. Christy wants to kick something or change into her worst, ugliest clothes and clean out the shed behind her dad's place.

Or really set something on fire.

She, of course, does none of those things. Instead, she clomps into the house, ignores her dad, and clomps up the stairs to throw herself on her bed. Which she can't do. Because there is a person on it.

"Why is there a person on my bed?" And it's a tribute to how fucked her day was and how weird her life is that she isn't even that bewildered. "Who are you? Why are you in my room?" The girl stares and stares and looks like she's trying to blend into Christy's ugly peony wallpaper. Christy turns around and practically runs down the stairs. "DAD! What the what is this?"

After half a bag of Oreos and her dad's lame excuse, Christy still doesn't buy why this poor little princess had to end up here. In her house. "I thought you weren't bringing home anymore strays, Daddy?" She tries for caustic and as usual when talking to her dad, she only reaches whiny and maybe a little sad.

"It's not forever. And besides, you're a teenage girl. She's a teenage girl. She needs some help. You're a good person underneath all that mascara, aren't you?"

"You're the good person. This is your job. Protect the princesses of the world. I just want to make it through school without dying of embarrassment." She rolls her eyes, but she hugs her dad anyway. He is a good person and that's why there is a probably scared, probably weirded out now that Christy went in there and did her sitcom routine, princess sitting on her bed.

"She's still a princess for God's sake, Dad. What can she learn from me besides how to bait a hook?" She takes her Oreos and two sodas, though, and heads up to her room. She doesn't want to hear more from her dad. He tries, but he misses so much while he's saving the world's daughters that all his lectures and heart-to-hearts sound kind of trite after a while.

Christy sits in her window seat and holds out the cookies like some sort of shield. "Oreos for your trouble." She watches the girl, the stupid freaking princess, take two cookies and not eat them. Then she says, "Look. I'm Christy. Did my dad tell you? I guess we're sharing my room, but it's still my room and you need to have some decent courtesy, okay? And obviously you can borrow some clothes until we get into town because you look like Little House on the Prairie."

"I am. Erica." The princess finally speaks. Christy salutes her with a cookie. "Thank you for letting me into your home. Major Lee is most kind. I do not know what I would do-" She stops talking and her eyes go wide and Christy knows for a fact that the girl is going to start crying. She cannot handle a stupid crying princess right now. Not after everything. Not even if her eyes are really shiny and she looks so hopeless.

"Sorry about your life, Peaches. I'm in no mood to talk to you and do the girly thing and share and care, but I swear, we'll fix you up with a friend that will want to hear all your problems. Tomorrow. At school. Okay. Get some sleep. Bathroom is down the hall."

Christy pats her on the head and heads out toward the bathroom herself. She seriously refuses to play along to a victimized princess. How hard can her life really be?

Edited at 2011-06-13 05:23 pm (UTC)

Re: Christy/Erica, Princess Protection Program AU (Part 1b/?)

"Did you see the new girl?"

Christy does not groan in frustration, and she does not punch her best friend in his giant fucking face. People will get very mad at her if she wounds poor Eduardo. She's never sure why. It's probably because he does people's homework or like, tells the cheerleaders when they should practice in the gym because it's going to rain and they might mess up their perfect hair otherwise. Anyway.

"Of course, I saw her, Saverin. She's living in my house." And now that that's out, she doesn't have a great cover story for Princess of the Prairie or why she'd even be at her house. Since Christy is pretty much not going to be able to get away with saying they are related. Well, maybe she can. By marriage or something. Yay Asian. No, Christy will not take this out on herself in any way. She is damn fine and it's her dad's fault for being a sap that she has a princess now occupying every aspect of her life.

"How is she living in your house?" Eduardo is genuinely curious. Like Princess Peach is too big to fit or the universe doesn't hold the answer he seeks. Christy is not Yoda, okay.

"She's there. She's like, my cousin or something? On my mom's side. I think she's more like someone's goddaughter and we got stuck with her." She is so aware that she's rambling, but whatever it's Eduardo. He either pays complete, rapt attention to her or ignores her so completely she feels like a mutant and no one told her. "Anyway. The point is. She's staying with me. Her name is Erica. Um. Be nice to her. Or whatever."

Christy steals his apple and tries to leave. She runs into Cameron and Tyler, of fucking course, because her day is never complete without someone from her ex-best friend's crew hounding her. She tosses the apple in the air and catches it neatly.

"Christy," one of them says all snotty like it's such a burden to even utter her name.

"Twins," she bites back with an equally snotty shake of her head and maneuvers around them.

She has no time for this. Like ever. So clearly that's when she spots Princess Peach trying to eat a hamburger and fries with a knife and fork. She doesn't want to do this. She doesn't want to teach someone how to behave like a high school girl, she doesn't want to be a mentor, she doesn't want to be a friend. She wants to survive. She wants to get out of here as soon as her financial aid is clear and she wants to go as far as she possibly can.

"Look, put down the knife." Christy slides into the seat next to Erica and plops the apple on her tray.

"I'm having a hamburger for lunch." She seems super excited about that for some godforsaken reason. It's school lunch. No one should ever be excited about eating that slop.

"You eat hamburgers with your hands. And ketchup. And try not to think about where they got this meat." Christy expertly fixes her hamburger and watches her eat it like a normal person and then smile. She's way too happy about shit like this.

"Thank you, Christina. Did you finish your hamburger? I saw your significant other bring you lunch." Christy watches her wipe delicately at her mouth with the brown paper napkin. "Unless he's your servant. Either way, you have trained him well."

Christy laughs then, loud enough to draw the attention of a few tables. She leans in close and says, "Look, Peaches, that's Eduardo. We're just friends. Only friends. Nothing but friends. And you don't train people. I mean, if they want to work as maids and shit, sure they do that, but like, most people? They aren't servants. People don't like being treated like servants. It makes them feel like less. You know?"

Erica stares at her with the big eyes again and Christy knows she doesn't get it.

"But my people. They are happy. No one complains and they smile at me." She stops and she suddenly looks so sad that Christy can barely stand it. She takes her hand and squeezes.

"Erica, look. I'm sure they are. I'm sure you're great at everything you do. You look like that type of person that never lets anyone down." Christy sighs. She is so the opposite. "But isn't that why you're here? So you don't die and let down everyone that depends on you?"

Re: Christy/Erica, Princess Protection Program AU (Part 1c/?)

She nods and puts her other hand over their joined ones already on the table. Christy registers that lunch is over and they are going to be late for class, but that's nothing new for her and for some reason she cannot even begin to understand, she wants to put some joy on Erica's face.

"What if I can't do this? I am all alone, Christina, and like you've said, I'm very bad at being normal. And I have never had this much responsibility. Usually my mother." Erica stops and takes a small shaky breath.

Christy shakes her head. "You're not alone." She gets her apple and gets up, but before she can turn away, Erica hugs her, brief and fierce. Christy wraps one arm around her back, her fingers catching in Erica's loose hair. Before she can register it as the best she's felt in a while, it's over, and Erica is moving away from her to collect her things.

Christy mentally snaps a finger in front of her own face. "Also, Peaches, quit calling me Christina. It bugs me."

"Yes, of course." But Erica says it all teasing and lilty and Christy can't bring herself to let any of that go.

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Re: Christy/Erica, Princess Protection Program AU (Part 1c/?)

oh dude. I have not forgotten that I am writing this, but like. My second part is crap and feels like a third part so I have to write a second part. Writing is hard. Why did I agree to this?