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[PART EIGHT]
sorry about the delay in getting this up! please put all new prompts here.

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) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE * PART SIX * PART SEVEN


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.
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♥ 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!
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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;


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♥ fills can be anything: fic, art, vid, fanmix, podfic, etc.
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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.






[ARCHIVING]

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[FILLED REQUESTS]

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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 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.)

NEW RULE;

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE 'FILL' RULES. THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE. thank you.
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Dustin/Mark, friends with benefits with feeeeelings

(Anonymous)
The thing is. Dustin is kind of too busy to get laid. Because he's pretty much constantly working on Facebook, or going to events because of Facebook, or going to meetings or trips because of Facebook, and for Mark it's like that times a thousand plus even more press shit.

So Dustin doesn't really have the time to go get laid. Not that the Facebook employees aren't fairly hot, but Chris would frown at him and really, that could just get awkward.

So Dustin comes up with ingenious solution to his problem: clearly, he should just have sex with Mark! Because Mark is also too Facebook busy to get laid, and they're already best friends and have done much more potentially humiliating and/or uncomfortable things together! So it would totally work out great, and it's not like Mark's totally unattractive, so there's that too.

And Mark is kind of dubious about the whole thing but naturally Dustin wears him down and it's kind of great and really, really hot and generally awesome and they're still best friends and it's not awkward. Except, as time goes on, Dustin can't help but notice there are people who flirt with Mark (and okay, yes, there are people who flirt with Dustin sometimes, but he'd noticed that before but he definitely did not notice the sheer number of people who hit on Mark) and maybe he's kind of not okay with that. Because Mark is his friend and Dustin's looking out for him and also maybe he kind of wants Mark not to want to kiss people other than Dustin and to adopt kittens and create amazing things and wake up every morning he can with Mark.

Luckily, when he finally awkwardly confesses this, Mark just sort of rolls his eyes and is like, you're really stupid. Obviously we're going to do that.

I know this is excessively long and kind of more fill like than anything, but please?

FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You

(Anonymous)
[Sorry if this sucks.]

Being the youngest billionaire in the world isn’t as glamorous as you’d think. He doesn’t drive a stupidly fancy car (he bought a Lamborghini, but it turns out convertibles make him really, ridiculously sick) or have sex with movie stars. Or have sex at all. Who’d have thought being CTO and vice president of a multi-national, billion-dollar corporation would involve so much time and effort?

(It’s such a bother.)

When he’s not working, he attends business meetings or press conferences or tech conventions. Which doesn’t leave a whole lot of room for meeting people.

And then it occurs to him, and he brings it up while he and Mark are eating lunch in Mark’s office. “So,” he says around a mouthful of meatball sub, “I have a brilliant idea.”

God. The last time you had a ‘brilliant idea,’ we ended up with Farmville.”

“And I stand by that! Farmville was genius! But, no. No. This is even better.” He takes a big gulp of his Mountain Dew. “You know how neither of us has had sex in forever? Well, I was thinking we should just sleep with each other.”

Mark chokes on his tuna sub. “What the fuck, Dustin?”

“We can be, you know, ‘friends with benefits’ – all of the sex, none of the nasty feelings (I know you loathe feelings). I mean, we’re both so busy with Facebook that we don’t have time to date, so … Gah, c’mon, Marky-Mark, I’m horny!”

“Ugh, I’m gonna be sick.” Mark sets aside his food. “What makes you think I’d even want to have sex with you?”

“Um, cos I’m a sexy beast, derrr.”

Mark snorts. “You look like a lepruchan.”

“I do not!” Dustin throws a chip at him. “I may not be ‘classically handsome,’ but I’d like to think I have a certain charming, unassuming quality of good looks.”

“You think wrong.”

“Anyway, you’re one to talk. It’s not like you’re winning any modeling contests with your Jewfro, your pasty white ass, and your socks-and-sandals combo.”

Mark throws an entire bag of chips at him. It’s open, and the chips scatter across the desk. “Wow, Dustin, you sure do know how to get into a guy’s pants.”

Munching on chips, Dustin rolls his eyes and spits out, “Whatever, dude. Here I am offering myself to you – no strings attached – and I know you’re not a robot, I know you actually have sex (I did live with you for four years) – and all you have to say is I resemble a short, red-haired Irish mythical creature – well, maybe not mythical – it’s up for debate, at any rate – ”

“Would you shut up?”

“Would you fuck me?”

Mark blushes. Looking over his shoulder, Dustin sees that Mark’s asisstant, Bea, is standing in the doorway, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

“Ok-a-a-ay, I’m gonna go … ” She all but flees, closing the door behind her.

Mark glares at Dustin. “If I agree to this stupid, idiotic idea of yours,” he hisses, “then will you shut up?”

Dustin grins. “Sure thing, bro.” He downs the rest of Mark’s Red Bull. “I’ll come by tonight with beer. Lots of beer.” He stalks past Bea (who’s very deliberately focussed on her work) on his way out.

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You

(Anonymous)
^ Part 1, obviously

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You

(Anonymous)
definitaly not bad at all!!!
more now

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You

It's adorable and i want to read more.

FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 1

(Anonymous)
[Okay, so, I rewrote this. Twice. I'll probably rework the one scene in later on. Anyway, thanks for the comments. And, again, I hope this doesn't suck.]

Sean cruises into town every now and then in a flurry of alcohol, drugs, and girls of questionable age, and, in typical Sean Parker fashion, throws parties that inevitably end in someone getting hauled off to jail.

“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. It’s your birthday, Mark. I can’t leave my main man hanging.”

Dustin, dangling his legs off the edge of Mark’s desk, mutters petulantly, “It’s my birthday, too.”

Chris ignores him. “No. There’s no way. We’re trying to run a company here, Sean.”

Sean rolls his eyes. “Okay, so we won’t go to a strip club. But we are celebrating. Even if it’s just a video game night.”

Dustin perks up. Chris narrows his eyes. “Why’re you pushing this? What’d you do this time? I swear to god, Sean, if you’ve gotten involved in another scandal – ”

“Ye of little faith, Hughes. C’mon, Mark. You, me, your goons. I’ll come by tonight with the new Grand Theft Auto and some beer. Whaddya say?”

Mark shrugs, which Sean interprets as ‘yes.’

“See ya then. Parker out, bitches!” He slides on his sunglasses and stalks out of the room.

“What about cake?” Dustin says as he munches on a handful of chips.

-

Chris and Dustin carpool to Mark’s house, and Dustin makes Chris pick up a cake on the way. They find Mark and Sean doing kegstands in the living room.

“A keg? For real? What is this, a frat house?” says Chris, who’s taken to hosting dinner parties, because “some of us are adults, Dustin.”

“Are you going to be a little bitch all night, Hughes?” says Sean, and Chris purses his lips. “Hmm, I guess so.”

“Shut up,” says Mark, sidling up alongside them. “Where are my presents?”

“Um, there’s cake.”

“My very existence is your present,” says Dustin, sneak-attack-hugging Mark.

Mark shrugs him off. “Your existence is, like, a negative gift. You owe me two gifts to make up for it. And a third gift for having to look at your face.”

Dustin gasps in feigned offense. “Yeah, well, your face!”

Sean passes out cups of beer. “C’mon, guys, let’s get shitfaced and steal some cars.”

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 2

(Anonymous)
Mark wakes up the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock ringing. Without emerging from his blanket, he flings out an arm and swats at his bedside table until his hand comes down on the snooze button with a clatter.

“Holy Mary, mother of god!” Dustin awakes with a start.

“You’re Jewish,” Mark mumbles, pulling his pillow over his poor, pounding head. “Wait, what? Dustin? Why’re you in my bed?” He turns around to find Dustin sitting up, covers pooling around his waist. “Why’re you in my bed naked?”

Dustin looks down at himself, then over at Mark, and his eyes widen comically. “Why am I in your bed naked? Oh my god, Mark, I – you – we – ugh, we didn’t … you know?”

They stare at each other in horror.

That’s when Sean stumbles in, still drunk. “Zuckerberg, what is up?” He takes in the scene before him, then bursts out laughing. “Dude, if I’d known you were that desperate, I’d have hired you some hookers; your boy Chris would’ve killed me, but at least you wouldn’t have had to settle for sleeping with Dustin Moskovitz.”

“Hey!” Dustin frowns. He’s pulled the duvet up to his chest, and he’s holding it there. His red hair is sticking up in tufts. And he blushes as he says, “Anyway, we didn’t do anything. I think. I hope. I dunno. All I remember is the game and the cake and something about High School Musical. God, I’m so hungover.”

“You didn’t do anything? Wow, that’s even more pathetic.”

Mark feels nauseous. “Would the both of you shut the fuck up and get the fuck out?”

Sean raises his hands in surrender. “Whatever, bro. Imma whip us up some coffee. That’ll give you guys a minute to have a quick DTR.” He closes the door behind him, but they can still hear him cackling all the way down the hall.

They sit in awkward silence, until Dustin, comforter wrapped around him, tries to rise.

“Oh! Oh, shit!”

“What?” Mark snaps.

“Um,” Dustin flushes all over. “I think, maybe, there’s a chance, god, we actually, you know, kinda, sorta, probably had sex.”

“Why?”

“I … hurt.” When Mark continues to look blankly at him, he spits out, “My ass hurts.”

“What?” Mark squeaks. “Oh my god. Fuck, shit, balls. Gah. Okay, okay, let’s pretend this never happened. Got it? Although, I topped? Of course I topped; you’re such a bottom. But we will never ever speak of this. Ever.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a bottom, Mark,” Dustin says defensively.

Mark raises his eyebrows.

“Whatever. Just – okay, fine. Like I’d want anyone to find out I slept with you.”

“I’m a catch.”

Dustin snorts. “Yeah, well, I’m the youngest billionaire.”

“Thanks to me. Godammit, I hate it when you play that card.”

Dustin smirks. “I know.”

Mark swallows, looking away, and Dustin looks away, too. “Could you put some clothes on, please? I’d rather not risk glimpsing any part of your pasty white ass; I’d be scarred for life.”

The attempt at levity fails. After an uncomforable moment, Dustin scampers off, and Mark, left alone, buries himself in his covers.

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 2

Omg this is hilarious. I'm not even a huge Mark/Dustin fan, but this makes me laugh and is quite good. :)

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 2 - (Anonymous), 2011-09-03 09:24 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 2

(Anonymous)
Haha, funny! Sean is perfect.

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 3

(Anonymous)
[Ugh, this fic is such a mess. I keep posting things in the wrong place and order. Sorry about that.]


By the time Mark drags himself out of bed, Dustin’s gone, thank god, but Sean is sitting in the kitchen, sipping some sort of sickly green concoction and filling in the crossword with random words.

“Good morning, sunshine. There’s joe in the pot, unless you’d rather have some of my patented Sean Parker Hangover Cure.”

“Blech.” Mark pours a cup of coffee and adds a dash (read: entire can) of Red Bull.

“Oh, and your boyfriend took a cab home.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Whatever you say, bro.”

“Don’t – don’t tell anyone. Anything. It’s so fucking embarrassing.”

Sean laughs. “I know. I might have to stick around; I wouldn’t want to miss the mating ritual of the socially awkward, nerdy billionaires, not when it promises to be so entertaining.”

“I hate you.”

-

Mark slinks into work late, wires in, and spends the entire day coding. He thinks Bea yells at him once or twice, but he’s tuned out, so he can’t be sure.

Dustin pokes his head into his office at the end of the day.

“Go away.”

Dustin strolls in, ignoring him. “So, I have a brilliant idea.”

God. The last time you had a ‘brilliant idea,’ we ended up with Farmville.”

“And I stand by that! Farmville was genius! But, no, no. This is even better.” He plunks himself down on one of the chairs in front of Mark’s desk with a wince, and both of them blush. And then Dustin puts on his defiant face, the one he wears when they’re playing video games. “I was thinking … we should have sex.”

Mark chokes on his Mountain Dew. “What the fuck, Dustin?”

“We can be, you know, ‘friends with benefits’ – all of the sex, none of the nasty feelings. We’re both so busy with Facebook that we don’t have time to date, and there’s the fact that we’ve already slept together – ”

“Ugh.”

“Which would seem to indicate that we’re sexually attracted to each other – ”

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t even try to deny it, dude. I mean, c’mon, I’m a sexy beast, and you can’t resist me.”

Mark snorts. “You look like a leprechaun.”

“I do not! I may not be ‘classically handsome,’ but I’d like to think I have a certain charming, unassuming quality of good looks.”

“You think wrong.”

“Anyway, you’re one to talk. It’s not like you’re winning any modeling contests with your Jewfro, your pasty white ass, and your socks-and-sandals combo.”

“Wow, Dustin, you sure do know how to get into a guy’s pants.”

Dustin rolls his eyes. “Whatever, man. Here I am offering myself to you – no strings attached – and all you have to say is that I resemble a short, red-haired Irish mythical creature – well, maybe not mythical – it’s up for debate, at any rate – ”

“Would you shut up?”

“Would you fuck me?”

Mark colors. Glancing over his shoulder, Dustin sees that Bea is standing in the doorway, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

Okaaay, I’m gonna go … “ She all but flees, closing the door behind her.

Mark glares at Dustin. “If I agree to this stupid, idiotic idea of yours,” he hisses, “then will you shut up?”

Dustin grins. “Sure thing, bro.” He downs the rest of Mark’s soda. “I’ll come by tonight with beer. Lots of beer.” With that, he stalks out.

-

When Bea brings Mark some papers to sign later on that night, she very deliberately avoids meeting his eyes.

It’s embarrassing.

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 3

(Anonymous)
Love this!

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 3 - (Anonymous), 2011-09-07 03:04 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 3

Well, now that I read the whole thing it's even better. Funny.

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 3 - (Anonymous), 2011-09-07 03:05 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 3

(Anonymous)
I want this so much!
It is perfect!

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 3 - (Anonymous), 2011-09-07 03:06 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 4a

(Anonymous)
[I'll post the rest of this part later today.]


Dustin runs into Sean in the kitchen.

-

It’s awkward.

-

Sean is pretty much a walking, talking smirk at this point, and he winks at Dustin behind his glasses, which, ew.

“How’s lover boy?”

Dustin colors.

“Oho! So did you two do the nasty after all?”

Dustin all but flees to the laundry room, where he rifles through Mark’s clean clothes for something to wear, because he sure as hell isn’t going to brave going back upstairs for his own clothes. Sean follows him, sipping some disgusting green thing that smells like rotten eggs.

“Well?”

“Yes, okay? Yes.”

Sean fist-pumps. “Way to go, Zuckerberg! I mean, even if it is just you.”

Dustin slips a sweatshirt on. “Just me? Just me? I’ll have you know I’m a find.”

“Whatever, dude.”

“No one takes me seriously,” Dustin sighs, pulling a pair of jeans over his SpongeBob SquarePants boxers. “I’ve no idea why.”

Sean gives him a pointed look.

“What?”

He rolls his eyes. “You and Mark are both so oblivious. You’re perfect for each other.”

“I feel like I should be offended.”

But, as Sean saunters off, Dustin can’t keep himself from breaking out into a small smile.

-

What even.

FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 4b

(Anonymous)
[Or I guess I'm posting it now. Next chapter: sex! Probably.]

Chris is lying in wait for him when he walks-of-shame into the office.

“Ahh!”

“You’re late. So’s Mark. Or did you two come together?”

“What? What are you talking about? Why would we come together? Or at all? God, Chris, that’s just sick! Oh, you mean did we come together to work! No! No, when I left, Mark was still in bed! His bed! Alone! I think! It’s not like I saw him! Naked! He wasn’t even up! Awake! He wasn’t even awake! Oh my god, why are you interrogating me? What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?” Dustin is more than a little bit hysterical.

Chris laughs. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you had sex with Mark.”

“I did not have sex with Mark!” Dustin shrieks.

Chris’s mouth drops open. “Oh. My. God. You totally had sex with Mark!”

Dustin buries his face in his hands.

Chris cackles. “When? Where? How? As gross as the thought of you and Mark having sex, not to mention together, is, I need details. I’ve gotta have something to tell Sean – I mean … Who topped? No, never mind. Of course Mark topped. You’re such a bottom.” Dustin lifts his head long enough to glare at him. “Spill, man.”

Dustin groans. “I don’t know, all right? I don’t remember. We woke up in the same bed. Naked. And … “ he blushes, and curses himself for blushing. “My ass hurt.”

Chris cracks up.

“I’m glad you find my pain funny.”

“Your pain!”

“Shut up.” Dustin fiddles with his action figures for something to do, something to look at. “Seriously, shut up.”

Chris sobers, but a smirk continues to peek through. “Well, what – what happened? After?”

Idly, half-heartedly, Dustin makes the Hulk attack the Flash, before throwing the superheroes down on his desk. “Um, nothing. I – he - he just wanted to pretend it never happened.”

“Oh.”

“Which is fine, I guess. The thing that gets me is that it’s been forever since I’ve had sex. Since Hedda. And that wasn’t even that good. Now that I have slept with someone, even if it is just Mark, I can’t even remember it. All I want is to have memorable, mind-blowing sex. Is that too much to ask?” he pouts.

Chris nods knowingly. “I think what you need is to go out and get a girl. Or a guy, since you’re apparently flexisexual. And just have mindless, meaningless, no-strings-attached sex. Tell you what, we’ll hit the bars tonight, and I’ll wingman you.”

Dustin’s eyes light up. “That’s perfect! That’s so perfect! You’re a genius, Chris! But I don’t think I’m going to be needing your help.”

Chris sighs. “You’re going to do something completely different, aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

“Well, wear a condom. And try not to embarrass the company too much.”

Dustin scoffs, but, yeah, okay, that was totally warranted. “Ugh, fine, mom.”

Chris turns to leave.

“Wait, don’t let Mark know you know. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“Whatever.”

Dustin gets down to working. On his plan, that is. As if he does any actual work. That’s what the interns are for. While devising his strategy to get Mark to sleep with him (again), all sex, no feelings, Sean’s words echo in his head. You’re perfect for each other. You’re perfect for each other.

Re: FILL: Home Is When I'm Alone With You, Part 4b - (Anonymous), 2011-10-12 05:52 pm (UTC)(Expand)