Two Short Drabbles
Title: "Winter Formal" and "Family of Sharks"
Fandom: The Social Network
Characters: Eduardo/Mark, Chris/Dustin
Rating: K+
Warnings: WARNING: A WILD DUSTIN APPEARS.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Winter Formal: Eduardo is unsure of his relationship with Mark. Family of Sharks: Dustin is a weirdo.
Notes: More Chatfic, because I can't stay away from it.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Social Network. This is a work of fiction, and the characters described herein are based on the fictional representation of real people, to whom I have no affiliation or connection with. If you got here via searching your name by some means, I would advise you to go back and go to a different place. You should try YouTube! They have kittens there!
Eduardo comes into the suite one day when Chris is talking about the Winter Formal. "Oh, yeah. I heard about that. Are you going?"
Chris turns and nods. "Of course! I love to dance, I'm good at it, I need a night out... what more reason do I need?"
Eduardo grins while Dustin digs through the closet, mumbling about maybe calling his dad to borrow his old powder blue tux from the 70's.
"Dustin, you are NOT wearing that ruffled monstrosity if you expect me to hang out with you at all." Chris scolds.
Eduardo grins and sits on Mark's bed, watching him work on an assignment for one of his humanities. He's more reading through posts on LiveJournal, but there's another window open labeled with an art website.
"Hey, Mark, are w-- are you... uh, are you going to this formal thing?" Eduardo asks, nervous. He's not sure if this counts as something they would do together, since he's not really sure they're even together in the first place. He rubs the back of his neck, trying to act casual.
Mark shrugs in that way that he does, and starts typing out a comment in response to something Eduardo probably doesn't understand. "I don't know. Probably not. Why?"
Oh, shit. "Uh, because... because Chris and Dustin are going? I don't know, it could be fun, right?" Eduardo looks around the room, anxious to find something to keep him from over-analyzing Mark's response.
Mark finishes typing, clicks a button, and turns around, eyes narrow and scrutinizing. Eduardo is the very picture of nonchalant, only not really.
“I suppose it could be fun. For Chris and Dustin. And if Dustin wears that tux, it'll be fun for me. Did you want to go?" Mark says. His face is blank, but the corner of his mouth goes up, a Mark-smile.
Eduardo tries to Mark-shrug, but he suspects he looks more awkward than ever. He briefly envies Mark's ability to be so controlled, and graceful, in his own way. "I... guess? I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to... but, it could be... fun? Interesting? You like interesting, right?" Eduardo is rambling. ~Shut up, dude, oh my god stop talking!~ he thinks
Mark gives his Mark-smile again. "Okay. So we're going. Do I need to buy you a corsage or something?" He spins in his chair and starts reading about Diego Rivera and communism in the 1930's.
"What? No. No, I mean... are we-- are we going together?" Eduardo can hear his voice, and it's ridiculous. He feels like a cartoon deer, stumbling around like an idiot.
"Obviously. Why wouldn't we? You're my boyfriend." It's matter-of-fact, and Eduardo can feel his chest get tight with joy. He feels like he just ate all of Dustin's Halloween candy.
"Yeah. Okay. Yeah... I'll-- I'll-- should I buy the tickets?"
"If you do, it gives you a right to sex. So yes."
"WE CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW." Dustin shouts from the other room.
"I don't care." Mark continues typing, and Chris looks at Eduardo with a knowing smile.
He feels like he probably has hearts coming out of his eyes or something. It's ridiculous and he hates it, but he loves the feeling that goes with them. Mark is his ~boyfriend~.
It's hard to keep the grin off his face, so he keeps still and picks up one of the textbooks from the floor -- he doesn't know who it belongs to, probably Dustin's, from the drawings in the margins -- and starts to read. He makes a mental note to buy the tickets after his Euro history class, and maybe make reservations for dinner, somewhere nice.
Dustin shouts with glee, finding a horrendous bright pink bow-tie. "How about this? Bow-ties are cool, right?" He asks, holding it up to his throat.
"Sure. It'll serve as a useful target for when I punch you in the throat for being embarrassing." Chris says, his smile giving away his amusement.
"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME, CHRISTOPHER?" There's a scuffle, and the tie winds up behind the television, in the fireplace.
Eduardo sighs and stands, tossing the textbook to the bed as he goes to play mom and break the fight up.
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Chris comes into the suite, carrying a pizza box and a bag of breadsticks, when he notices a large photograph of a stuffed shark toy taped to the front of the fridge.
"...Dustin?" he calls out. Around the frame into their shared room, Dustin peeks his head out.
"Yeah?" He asks, looking innocent.
"...can you explain why there's a photo of that shark toy I got you on the fridge door?" Chris asks, setting the pizza box and breadsticks bag on the coffee table.
Dustin walks out, grinning, his hands shoved into the pockets of his khakis. "WELL... you know, my parents always used to put my report cards and stuff I'd made on the fridge. I think that's a thing all parents do, actually..."
"Okaaaaay? And so?" Chris asks. He pulls the shark photo off the fridge and looks closely at it.
"So I thought I'd return the favor, sort of. Put a picture of something you made on the fridge. I'm really proud of you, Chris." Dustin says, faking his overwhelming, tearful joy.
Chris laughs and sticks the photo back on the fridge. "Thanks, Dustin."
"For making Alex, you know? You put a lot of effort into giving birth to this baby shark." Dustin comes up and takes hold of his shoulders, looking him in the eye.
Chris raises his brows in surprise and amusement. "I got it, Dustin. Thank you."
Dustin hugs him quickly, pretending to cry into his shirt. "I'm just so happy for our family, Chris!"
"I know, Dustin. I know... but I have pizza. So can we eat dinner now?"
"Okay!" Dustin leaps away and into their room, coming back out a moment later with his stuffed shark "baby". "We can't eat dinner without Alex."
They sit on the couch and open the pizza box, knowing that Mark and Eduardo will come out soon to eat. Dustin takes a bite of his slice, the cheese stretching out. He talks around it, a bad habit Chris has been trying to break.
"We should start putting Alex's creations on the fridge, too."
"Okay, Dustin. His first kindershark macaroni and glitter creation, we'll put up on the fridge."
Fandom: The Social Network
Characters: Eduardo/Mark, Chris/Dustin
Rating: K+
Warnings: WARNING: A WILD DUSTIN APPEARS.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Winter Formal: Eduardo is unsure of his relationship with Mark. Family of Sharks: Dustin is a weirdo.
Notes: More Chatfic, because I can't stay away from it.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Social Network. This is a work of fiction, and the characters described herein are based on the fictional representation of real people, to whom I have no affiliation or connection with. If you got here via searching your name by some means, I would advise you to go back and go to a different place. You should try YouTube! They have kittens there!
Eduardo comes into the suite one day when Chris is talking about the Winter Formal. "Oh, yeah. I heard about that. Are you going?"
Chris turns and nods. "Of course! I love to dance, I'm good at it, I need a night out... what more reason do I need?"
Eduardo grins while Dustin digs through the closet, mumbling about maybe calling his dad to borrow his old powder blue tux from the 70's.
"Dustin, you are NOT wearing that ruffled monstrosity if you expect me to hang out with you at all." Chris scolds.
Eduardo grins and sits on Mark's bed, watching him work on an assignment for one of his humanities. He's more reading through posts on LiveJournal, but there's another window open labeled with an art website.
"Hey, Mark, are w-- are you... uh, are you going to this formal thing?" Eduardo asks, nervous. He's not sure if this counts as something they would do together, since he's not really sure they're even together in the first place. He rubs the back of his neck, trying to act casual.
Mark shrugs in that way that he does, and starts typing out a comment in response to something Eduardo probably doesn't understand. "I don't know. Probably not. Why?"
Oh, shit. "Uh, because... because Chris and Dustin are going? I don't know, it could be fun, right?" Eduardo looks around the room, anxious to find something to keep him from over-analyzing Mark's response.
Mark finishes typing, clicks a button, and turns around, eyes narrow and scrutinizing. Eduardo is the very picture of nonchalant, only not really.
“I suppose it could be fun. For Chris and Dustin. And if Dustin wears that tux, it'll be fun for me. Did you want to go?" Mark says. His face is blank, but the corner of his mouth goes up, a Mark-smile.
Eduardo tries to Mark-shrug, but he suspects he looks more awkward than ever. He briefly envies Mark's ability to be so controlled, and graceful, in his own way. "I... guess? I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to... but, it could be... fun? Interesting? You like interesting, right?" Eduardo is rambling. ~Shut up, dude, oh my god stop talking!~ he thinks
Mark gives his Mark-smile again. "Okay. So we're going. Do I need to buy you a corsage or something?" He spins in his chair and starts reading about Diego Rivera and communism in the 1930's.
"What? No. No, I mean... are we-- are we going together?" Eduardo can hear his voice, and it's ridiculous. He feels like a cartoon deer, stumbling around like an idiot.
"Obviously. Why wouldn't we? You're my boyfriend." It's matter-of-fact, and Eduardo can feel his chest get tight with joy. He feels like he just ate all of Dustin's Halloween candy.
"Yeah. Okay. Yeah... I'll-- I'll-- should I buy the tickets?"
"If you do, it gives you a right to sex. So yes."
"WE CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW." Dustin shouts from the other room.
"I don't care." Mark continues typing, and Chris looks at Eduardo with a knowing smile.
He feels like he probably has hearts coming out of his eyes or something. It's ridiculous and he hates it, but he loves the feeling that goes with them. Mark is his ~boyfriend~.
It's hard to keep the grin off his face, so he keeps still and picks up one of the textbooks from the floor -- he doesn't know who it belongs to, probably Dustin's, from the drawings in the margins -- and starts to read. He makes a mental note to buy the tickets after his Euro history class, and maybe make reservations for dinner, somewhere nice.
Dustin shouts with glee, finding a horrendous bright pink bow-tie. "How about this? Bow-ties are cool, right?" He asks, holding it up to his throat.
"Sure. It'll serve as a useful target for when I punch you in the throat for being embarrassing." Chris says, his smile giving away his amusement.
"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME, CHRISTOPHER?" There's a scuffle, and the tie winds up behind the television, in the fireplace.
Eduardo sighs and stands, tossing the textbook to the bed as he goes to play mom and break the fight up.
---------
Chris comes into the suite, carrying a pizza box and a bag of breadsticks, when he notices a large photograph of a stuffed shark toy taped to the front of the fridge.
"...Dustin?" he calls out. Around the frame into their shared room, Dustin peeks his head out.
"Yeah?" He asks, looking innocent.
"...can you explain why there's a photo of that shark toy I got you on the fridge door?" Chris asks, setting the pizza box and breadsticks bag on the coffee table.
Dustin walks out, grinning, his hands shoved into the pockets of his khakis. "WELL... you know, my parents always used to put my report cards and stuff I'd made on the fridge. I think that's a thing all parents do, actually..."
"Okaaaaay? And so?" Chris asks. He pulls the shark photo off the fridge and looks closely at it.
"So I thought I'd return the favor, sort of. Put a picture of something you made on the fridge. I'm really proud of you, Chris." Dustin says, faking his overwhelming, tearful joy.
Chris laughs and sticks the photo back on the fridge. "Thanks, Dustin."
"For making Alex, you know? You put a lot of effort into giving birth to this baby shark." Dustin comes up and takes hold of his shoulders, looking him in the eye.
Chris raises his brows in surprise and amusement. "I got it, Dustin. Thank you."
Dustin hugs him quickly, pretending to cry into his shirt. "I'm just so happy for our family, Chris!"
"I know, Dustin. I know... but I have pizza. So can we eat dinner now?"
"Okay!" Dustin leaps away and into their room, coming back out a moment later with his stuffed shark "baby". "We can't eat dinner without Alex."
They sit on the couch and open the pizza box, knowing that Mark and Eduardo will come out soon to eat. Dustin takes a bite of his slice, the cheese stretching out. He talks around it, a bad habit Chris has been trying to break.
"We should start putting Alex's creations on the fridge, too."
"Okay, Dustin. His first kindershark macaroni and glitter creation, we'll put up on the fridge."