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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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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.

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.
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]

[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 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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Andrew/Jesse

Andrew and Jesse are school mates with crushes on each other, but Andrew is the popular boy and Jesse is less so. Andrew is too scared to give into his feelings until one day he comes upon one of his friends beating up on Jesse.

Less crazy option A: Andrew defends Jesse and they start a ~romance~ with sex and angst and high school drama.

Crazier option B: Andrew winds up beating the shit out of his friend and killing him, and Andrew and Jesse go on the run together. With lots of sex and co-dependence.

Idek. Inspired by this gif: http://missgranola.tumblr.com/post/9104415102

Re: Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
oh god option b is doing things to my brain. it's like all my favourite tropes rolled into one: highschool!au, psychopath!andrew and roadtrips (and sex, that's a+ too).

Re: Andrew/Jesse

Yes, like Andrew has all this pent up rage from having to repress his real self and his desires, and it comes out in sudden violent bursts which turn on Jesse but also confuse him because it turns him on and ugh, I would write it if I had any writing drive right now. lol

Re: Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
I'm pretty sure I'm doing option A because I've been meaning to do a high school AU and I can't do something as cray-cray as B. I do hope you don't mind, OP!

Re: Andrew/Jesse

That's fine! Oooh I'm excited :D

Re: Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
Oh hey. Since someone else is doing option A, I'll tackle option B. :) Because because psycopaths and highschool AUs and oh god I love this prompt.

Re: Andrew/Jesse

ADHFLKGHLJFLJA Yessss omg. I can't wait for both of these fills. :D :D

For a Moment Only: 1/?

(Anonymous)
No relation to the actual people, of course. :)
___________________________


Andrew understands high school.

There’s not a lot to it, really. You keep your head down and wear the right clothes and have sex with the right people. Somewhere along the line you learn a bit more about mathematics, the same way dogs in obedience school learn to sit and stay and not to bite. The point isn’t to learn. It’s to fake your way into a manageable existence long enough to graduate.

He gets that.

High school isn’t the best years of anyone’s life. It’s a holding cell.

---


His best friend seems a little hazy on how it’s supposed to work.

Andrew passes Jesse in the hallways sometimes, and even he has to admit that Jesse is an unmitigated disaster. He talks at length about literature he loves to read. He’s too earnest, too eager. He never dates. He puts up his hand in class.

Sometimes, he wants to grab Jesse by the shoulders and shake him. Don’t you understand, he’d say. Don’t you get it, don’t you see how much harder you’re making this for yourself?

--

On Tuesday, Jesse stumbles out of the gym change room, and flashes Andrew a quick smile. There’s a bruise beneath his left eye. He’s got his books pressed close to his chest and he’s stroking his own wrist, the way he does when he’s upset. Andrew hurries after him.


“God, what happened?”



Jesse looks up. He shrugs, once, slowly. “Nothing.”



“Jesus, Jesse.” Jesse’s trying to slip away so Andrew steps around him, blocks his way. He’s a lot bigger than his friend -- Andrew is, frankly, tiny. This doesn’t help matters. “Who did this?”

There’s something swelling in his chest, something dark and furious. 



This sort of thing happens all the fucking time.



“Look, it doesn’t -- I’m fine. Really. I’ll go ice it or something. It’s not a big deal unless you make it one.”

Andrew thinks he’s going to burst if he can’t do something, anything about this. He takes Jesse’s arm. “Come with me.” 

He leads him back into the change room. It’s empty now, nothing but benches and showers nobody ever uses. He sits Jesse down, then takes his backpack from him.

Jesse’s mom still packs his lunch. Seventeen and he’s still getting meals made for him. This is lucky, because if Jesse had been left to his own devices, Andrew wouldn’t have been able to dig out his lunchbox and remove the ice pack that’s keeping his turkey sandwich cold.



Andrew presses the plastic to Jesse’s face.

“There. You don’t want that to swell up.”



Jesse’s staring down at his hands. There’s a look on his face that Andrew hates, that heavy angry expression that’s turned inwards on himself like a gun. Jesse never cries, his face just goes hard and he squeezes his nails into his palms.

It occurs to Andrew that Jesse probably wants to be left alone. However selfish it is, he can’t pretend that doesn’t hurt.

He takes Jesse’s hand and presses it to the ice pack. “Hold that there. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”



Jesse shrugs.

Andrew bites his lip. He wishes Jesse would say something, say thank you, even just look at him. He hates himself for wanting that, but he can’t help it. Jesse looks almost angry, and he can’t understand that. He turns away. 

If Jesse would just --

If Jesse would just pretend to be normal, this wouldn’t be happening.

Andrew is always the one getting him out of these messes. Andrew is always the one looking out for him.

--

Sometimes Andrew thinks things he shouldn’t. Things like, why won’t he fucking appreciate me? Things like, why can’t he just shut up and stop being depressed after everything I’ve done for him?

Things like, maybe I deserve a goddamned hero’s kiss. 

These thoughts frighten him. He’s supposed to be the good guy. He’s supposed to be the nice one.

He makes sure to smile extra wide so no one can tell that Andrew’s just as sick and selfish as the rest of them.

Re: For a Moment Only: 1/?

(Anonymous)
YESSSSSSSS. I'm so looking forward to the rest of this! threatening!Andrew is always a good time.

Re: For a Moment Only: 1/?

(Anonymous)
YESSSS. I have such a thing for killers (....in fiction).

Re: For a Moment Only: 1/?

Dun dun dun dun

Re: For a Moment Only: 1/?

ooh, i am looking forward to this one. >D

Re: For a Moment Only: 2a/?

(Anonymous)
Thanks for all your kind comments. :) I hope you enjoy this part!

______

Things change on Wednesday.

Andrew’s out by the front of the school, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He’s laughing at some stupid joke Bret is making. Nathan reaches over to ruffle his hair and he ducks back. The day is bright enough to hurt his eyes. The school is all grey concrete, but his peers are dressed in bright colours.


He loves this. Loves the way some people look at him like he’s on some sort of pedestal, and the way other people’s eyes pass over him like he doesn’t exist. He admires people who can be vulnerable but that isn’t in him. Before he goes to school he coats himself in armor made of affability and charm.

Ahead of him, Jesse stumbles out the front doors of the school. His backpack is dangling from one shoulder. It’s too heavy. He looks like he’s going to fall. Jesse wants to pick him up.

He looks at Jesse, then twitches his head. Come with me.

He wishes people would look at Jesse the same way they look at him.

Jesse isn’t cool, he doesn’t understand how to be cool -- he’s adorable in the same way frightened animals are. He’s constantly on the verge of falling apart. Maybe this is why Andrew thinks about him constantly.

Bret whistles, low. “Freakshow’s here.”



Andrew turns on him. “He isn’t -- shut up. Shut up, Bret.” But Bret just laughs and Nathan laughs and because Andrew has the option of dismissing it as a joke, he does.

He drops his cigarette on the ground and crushes it. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”



“Ditching us for your boyfriend, Andy?” Bret is smiling.

Andrew lets it slide.

----

Sometimes, Andrew dreams of blood.

He dreams that he is breaking the necks of chickens, then tearing out and eating their throats.

He dreams that he is pulling back the string of a bow to drive an arrow straight and true into the belly of a pregnant deer.

----

Re: For a Moment Only: 1/?

(Anonymous)
--

He follows Jesse around the side of the school, to the dark behind the gym. It always smells like piss. People don’t go here very often. Sometimes, when Andrew can’t eat with him, Jesse comes here to eat his turkey sandwiches. 



Jesse’s shuffling his feet. “I have to tell you something,” he says.



Andrew nods. “Okay, man. Anything.”

He means it, really, he does, but Jesse‘s expression is scaring him. 

Jesse looks up, slowly, to make sure no one else is around. In this moment, he reminds Andrew more than ever of that puppy dog he used to love. After reassuring himself that they’re alone, he turns to Andrew. 



“I’m gay.”



Andrew’s heart nearly stops.

It isn’t even the words. It’s the sincerity with with Jesse says him, the way he catches and holds Andrew’s eyes.

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah, of course. I kind of knew -- I mean, that doesn’t change anything.”

What he wants to say is, please, don’t let it change anything. Don’t let anyone else know. Fold this up, Jesse, and keep it pressed against your heart until we’re away from all the bullshit because this is the sort of truth that could get you killed. 

He feels sick.

Andrew’s known he was queer since he was twelve years old and Theodore Mackenzie sauntered into his seventh-grade classroom. His parents wouldn’t freak out and he’s not, like, internalizing homophobia or anything.

It’s just too dangerous.

This is high school. This is high school, where you shut up and act normal until you get old enough to live where the real people live. They have one year left, him and Jesse, and then they can go out in the world and be as flamingly homosexual as they’d like. It isn’t even that big a deal. Plenty of people don’t date until their twenties.

That isn’t the way Jesse works. 

Jesse will feel like he’s betraying himself and everyone around him if the whole world doesn’t know who exactly he wants to fuck. He probably has a movie playing in his head, the one where the lonely boy stands on the cafeteria table to announce himself and everyone loves him after all.

Jesse will be hunted, harder than ever before.

Jesse will break.

“Jesse,” he says.

Jesse looks up. His eyes are wide and he looks ready to verbally flay himself. It physically hurts.

There are things he could say. He could talk to Jesse, explain to him exactly why this is a bad idea -- not forever, but for this moment. He doesn’t. He wants to be the good guy. 

He nods.

“Do what you need to do,” he says. Then, “I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”



Jesse’s eyes light up. He smiles. It’s such a beautiful smile.

--

When he wakes from his dreams, Andrew always feels sick and shaky.

During them, he just feels hungry.

Re: For a Moment Only: 2bfail - (Anonymous), 2011-08-22 10:05 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - ohnvm, 2011-08-22 10:09 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-25 11:09 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - xbriyeon, 2011-08-22 11:08 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-25 11:08 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-23 06:27 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-25 11:08 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-26 06:45 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 1/? - oh_darlingg, 2011-08-29 07:24 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: For a Moment Only: 3/?

(Anonymous)
Andrew killed a frog, once. He squeezed it until its eyes popped and its mouth spilled blood frothed pink like a strawberry smoothie. He was ten. He buried the corpse deep, washed his hands clean, and went inside to watch SpongeBob.

Boys do these things. It was no big deal.

After, Bret will tell the newspaper this story. The world will listen and nod. Ah, they’ll say. That explains it. He was bad from the start.

---

Jesse comes out at lunch. Over the PA system.

The goddamn PA system.

---

The halls echo with Jesse’s wild voice. If Andrew didn’t know better, he’d think his friend was high.



Hello, Fenwick High. I, Jesse Eisenberg, am a boy who likes other boys. Some people are -- and there’s a stutter here, a break in Jesse’s madman confidence -- some people are gay, and you’ll just have to get over that. Thank you.

Andrew buries his face in his arms. He feels cold and sick. He worries that he might throw up.

On either side of him, Bret and Nathan burst into laughter.

-------

Jesse comes to Andrew after school, eyes brimming with light.

Andrew wants, needs, to be the good friend. To be supportive and caring and everything Jesse could want. 

He’s heading back from lacrosse practice, his gear slung over his shoulder and his hair still slick with sweat. Jesse bounds towards him, the evening light flattening out his shadows.

“Andrew! I need to talk to you. It’s -- oh my god, I can’t breathe.” 

He bends over, panting. His face is flushed. “I -- look, it’s been so good. So good. No one is fucking with me. And a couple girls -- do you know Brenda Song? She told me she was proud of me. Proud. Of me.”



It won’t last.

He knows this because he's friends with the people who fuck nice boys like Jesse up. They're not going to do anything today, first of all because the teachers will be watching the situation carefully and partially because Jesse isn't important enough to be their first priority.

Andrew nods. “That’s good, Jesse. That’s really good.” He smiles. “And you know, if you ever need anything -- to talk, or maybe a friend to get you through a situation, I’m here for you.”


In the back of his mind, he knows he won’t need to be. Jesse doesn’t like to involve anyone in his drama.

“Yeah,” he says. “I will.” Then he smiles, that shy and sideways and altogether too childish expression of his. “You always have my back.” 


--

Then he ruins everything.

--

Jesse steps close. He puts a hand on Andrew’s neck.

Before Andrew can figure out what’s going on and put an immediate stop to it, Jesse’s pressing his lips against Andrew’s. It’s too hard and there’s neither tenderness nor want because Jesse hasn’t got a clue what he’s doing. He can feel Jesse smiling, though. That's kind of cool.

He kisses back, then realizes what he's doing, where they are.

It's the middle of the field and anyone could be watching and christ, when did he get become such an idiot.


Andrew takes a step back and Jesse stumbles forwards. He looks up at Andrew, hurt in that gaping, black-hole way only Jesse can be.


“I --” Andrew looks down at him. “We can’t do this,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jesse’s looking down at his feet. He’s shrinking into himself. Andrew can see him driving verbal knives into his skin. “I just thought -- I mean, it was stupid. I was a little overexcited.”



“Yeah,” says Andrew. “We both were. Look,” he says. “It isn’t that I don’t like you. We just can’t do this. Maybe in a few years, when we’re older and out of here. But not now. Okay?”



He thinks he’s being diplomatic. It doesn’t occur to him until Jesse flinches and turns away that Jesse hadn’t wanted diplomacy -- he’d wanted passion. At the very least, Andrew could have played the Romeo to his Juliet.

“I’ll see you later,” Jesse says, his voice a dead thing. Andrew watches him go. 


The sun is starting to set. Andrew watches its bloody edge slide along the horizon, dying Jesse’s receding back the color of a wound.

Fuck, he thinks. Fuck.

--

It doesn't occur to him until he's home that what happened right there? That was his hero's kiss.

Re: For a Moment Only: 3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-02 02:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 3/? - ohnvm, 2011-09-02 10:07 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 3/? - oh_darlingg, 2011-09-06 10:23 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-11 12:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 3/? - xbriyeon, 2011-09-02 09:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-13 12:54 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-15 10:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 4a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-21 09:36 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 4b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-21 09:38 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 4b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-09-21 11:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 4b/? - xbriyeon, 2011-09-22 02:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 4b/? - ms_bnda, 2011-09-30 03:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 4b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-10-03 02:44 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: For a Moment Only: 4b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-10-18 06:43 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: For a Moment Only: 4b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-11-17 10:17 pm (UTC)(Expand)