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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


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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.
♥ 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)
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FILLS;


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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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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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Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
Prison AU. Eduardo gets a couple years in prison for a minor felony, and his cellmate is Mark Zuckerberg, who's in for a crime he didn't commit but that gave him reputation enough for no one to mess with him. Bonus points if Eduardo refuses to ask Mark for protection, but he keeps getting into fights and losing most of the time; one day Mark rescues him/tells the dudes to back off and Eduardo is relived and grateful, but angsts over offering him to make it ~worth his while~ but Mark doesn't take him up on his offer. Then, they escape together and live happily ever after? IDK.

tl;dr PRISON AU.

Re: Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
I'm interested in taking a stab at this, but what would you say to Mark being an actual criminal?

Re: Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
YAY! Sure, why not? Go for it! :D

FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -1/?

(Anonymous)
disclaimer: i know nothing at all about being in prison, and am totally making this up for your shameful, porny enjoyment. Also, in this AU Eduardo went to Columbia and never met Mark. And WARNING for noncon in this section only.


Eduardo's skin prickles in the cool air of the empty chamber as he awaits the guard's arrival. They took his clothing from him during processing, sealed it away in a little plastic bag with Saverin, E. and his inmate number scribbled on the top in a messy hand. He keeps his eyes on the floor, tries to resist the urge to hide himself from the steely gaze of his handler, who stands in the corner, silent, fingers hooked into his belt loops beneath his slightly protuding belly.

It's all still a little sureal. After all, he did everything he was supposed to. He went to the right schools, and talked to the right people, graduated magna cum laude from Columbia. Entered his first job as an analyst with Citibank, making a salary in the high fives with a signing bonus to boot. Endured the long hours and the brutal workload and slowly, steadily crept his way up the ranks. So of course he took his father's 'stock tips'. Drop that stock because the wiring in their upcoming product is faulty and there will be a recall in a week. Pick up 10,000 shares of this other one, they're going to acquire their largest competitor.

Eduardo never thought he'd get caught...until he did.

The rush of air he feels against his back is the only hint that someone has entered the room until he feels a hand come up between his thighs.

"Spread," the guard says. It sounds nothing like he expected. High and a little nasal, totally incongruous with the blunt, latex-covered fingers forcing their way up his asshole.

"I don't have anything," Eduardo grits out, trying not to squirm. His pulse picks up, heart doing its best to climb into his throat and escape. He wasn't afraid when they first arrested him, through the months of trials and testimonies, when they read out his sentence. Things like this didn't happen to people like him. But now? Now he's scared.

The huffs out a low laugh. "And if I let you in and then you got something up there, who's gonna keep me from losing my job?" He sets a hand on Eduardo's hip for leverage. "Relax, it makes it easier."

Eduardo laughs, a little hysterical. Relax? Relax??? He takes deep breaths, and tries to exhale slowly out his nose. He refuses to meet the eyes of the second guard--if he just stares at the wall, it's not so bad, and he can almost ignore it, until the guard's fingers brush up against his prostate, and his whole body seizes, electricity racing up his spine. He goes hot and cold, blood rushing to his cheeks, cold sweat prickling cool and painful beneath his armpits. He feels more stretched than ever as the guard passes his sweet spot over and over again, almost like it's intentional. Eduardo's cock swells a little, a drop of precome hanging at the tip. He's shaking so badly at this point he can barely stand upright, and the second guard comes over, gets him by the arms and holds him up. What would his father say if he could see his son now? His mother, his friends?

Eduardo winces when the guard searching him pulls out, the latex gloves snapping loudly as he yanks them off and tosses them into the wastebasket in the coroner.

"We're done here, Flaherty," he says. "Send him along."

"Don't worry, kid," the guard says--Flaherty--gesturing in the general direction of Eduardo's half-hard cock. Eduardo wonders why this guy is being so nice to him. He is a criminal, after all. "Happens to the best of 'em."

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -1/?

(Anonymous)
Oh Eduardo, poor baby. :( I love this so far and can' wait for more!

-- OP

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -1/?

interesting story you've got here!

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -1/?

ohh that is humiliating. wardooo ;____;

great beginning, anon. i like your writing style. :B

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -1/?

*____* I LOVE YOU FOR WRITING AN M/E PRISON AU THAT ISN'T MINE


I AM BASICALLY LIKE CRYING WITH HAPPINESS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -1/?

Thrilled that you're filling this, anon! Looking forward to more!

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -2/?

(Anonymous)
thanks for the comments, guys!! :D

Eduardo's sentence is for thirteen months. It's not as bad as it could be, he tells himself over and over again. He's in a minimum security prison, a holding tank-cum-one star beachless resort for money launderers and small time drug dealers until they're released onto the streets again, presumably to go back to whatever it was they were doing before they wound up in here in the first place.

He only has one cellmate, a sullen guy named Mark who's remarkable only for the number of enemies he's made in the year since he was locked away. He'd answered Eduardo's hesitant greeting on his first day with nothing more than a sharp-eyed stare before returning to his dogeared copy of The Odyssey. It's just one of a pile of books taking up a corner of their cell, along with a smaller pile of battered looking notebooks.

"So what's Mark in for, anyway?" Eduardo asks, leaning over the desk in the prison library. The worst thing about being here (so far) is the amount of time he has to do a lot of nothing. Eduardo spends a lot his times shooting the shit with Dustin, who spends most of his days working as an assistant in the library. He's in there more often than the librarian himself, an unassuming guy named Chris who looks wholly out of place among the staff here. When Dustin's not around, Eduardo amuses himself by going through old donated copies of Freakanomics and other pop-econ books and making notes in the margins pointing out the parts that are wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Cyber terrorism," Dustin replies, making a face, "same as me." Dustin treats his sentence like a joke, a nice vacation courtesy of U.S. taxpayers until it's time to go back to work again. "He claims he was set up though, by his friend Sean Parker."

Eduardo fiddles with the hem on the sleeve of his faded blue prison jumpsuit. It's a little to big; the stiff material sits awkwardly on his thin frame. He thinks longingly of the closet full of suits he has in his Midtown loft, all tailored to his exact measurements. "Mark's so weird. I think he's only said ten words to me in the past month. And what happened to Parker, anyway?"

Dustin shrugs. "Dunno. He went off the grid, and Mark never said. Some people think Mark had him killed," he says, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"Fuck off, Dustin," comes a voice from behind them. Eduardo tenses a little as he turns around just in time to see Mark drop a stack of books back down on the library counter. Mark isn't a particularly intimidating specimen

"Hey, Mark," Eduardo says, trying for collegiality one last time. He's going to be living on top of the guy for who knows how long, they should at least attempt to get along.

Mark's cold eyes settle on him for a second longer than they usually do before flicking back to Dustin.

"Anything new?"

Dustin digs around behind the library desk. "I had to hide it behind this stack of Bibles, but um, we got a copy of Practical Cryptography ? It's like eight years old, but--"

Mark plucks it out of his fingers and pages through it for a few seconds before sticking it under his arm. "Our block has road crew next week," he says, then turns on his heel to leave. Eduardo thinks he sees Mark's eyes flick over him again, but he's heading out the door

"Hey, he likes you," says Dustin, nudging Eduardo in the shoulder. He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Eduardo frowns, skeptical. Mark won't even talk to him. "Don't make me laugh."

"Road crew is eight hours, in the sun, on the side of the highway picking up used condoms and half empty bottles of Colt 45. He's just trying to make sure you're ready." Dustin gives him a friendly punch in the shoulder, then takes Mark's stack of books and goes off to reshelve them.

"Oh," says Eduardo, surprised. He's not quite sure if he buys Dustin's explanation or not. But it's the one bright spot in this entire dreary month so far and fuck, he'll take it.

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -3/?

(Anonymous)
Their stint on the trash cleanup crew is everything Dustin said it would be, and worse. The high is pushing eighty-five and the reflection of the heat off the asphalt kicks it up to ninety, easy. After the first hour, he stops flinching every time a mack truck whizzes past them, and now it's settled down into endless repetition. There's a lot of the usual trash you'd expect, wrinkled fast food bags and big gulp cups, but he's also found a toddler-sized t-shirt and a half-full bottle of Vicodin, which he frowns at for a while. Eduardo's not blind to the informal economy that makes the prison run. He could cash this in for a shitload of favors later on.

"You'll never get away with that," says Dustin under his breath. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. The back of his neck is a painful looking red from overexposure to the sun. "Get caught and they'll ship you off to a supermax."

"I could try," replies Eduardo, repressing a shudder as he thinks back on his first day here. He hasn't been searched again since then, but the memory of it still keeps him up at night, sometimes. It's not something you easily forget.

Eduardo is jarred out of his conversation by the rough prodding of one of those heavy wooden batons the guards carry in the center of his back. He looks over his shoulder to see a guard by the name of Thiel standing there, an Aryan poster boy who doesn't hesitate to make his dislike of the inmates known.

"Hand it over," he snaps at Eduardo. Thiel holds out his hand expectantly. "Fucking new guys think they can get away with everything."

For a second, Eduardo thinks about resisting. He's never had to take orders like this on a regular basis, at least not since he left his father's house for good. Ultimately, good sense wins out and he drops the little container into the guard's hand without a word, his heartbeat running at twice its usual speed the whole time. Thiel doesn't take the contraband back to the van they all arrived in, but instead, pockets it for himself. Figures. He smiles slowly at Eduardo and winks before sauntering off to harass someone else.

"Told you so," grins Dustin.

There's an angry response on the tip of Eduardo's tongue, but when he looks up, he sees Mark watching him. His trash bag hangs limply from his fingers, and he's squinting in the sunlight. Two dark patches of sweat are spreading beneath his armpits, but he doesn't seem tired or out of breath compared to Eduardo, who is nearly overwhelmed by the throbbing pain in his lower back and the strain of standing for hours on end.

They stare at each other for what seems like forever, and Eduardo feels like he stops breathing, like those blank eyes aren't looking at him, but into him and through him. Eduardo begins to feel awkward, so he lets his eyes drop to the ground; stuffs a few more pieces of trash into his bag to avoid drawing Thiel's attention a second time. By the time he looks up again, Mark has already moved on.

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-10-29 02:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-10-30 02:44 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -3/? - (Anonymous), 2011-10-30 07:10 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -4/?

(Anonymous)
WARNING for sexual harassment and violence.

Thanks for the comments, y'all! :D



They're rounded up for a recount upon their return, just to make sure no one has given the guards the slip during their adventure in the outside world. Eduardo's waiting in line, Mark in front of him and Dustin behind like two pale, nerdy sentinels, when Chris shows up. He's wearing his usual attire--a solid color sweater with the neatly ironed collar of his Oxford peeking out, and slightly worn trousers that have seen better days. Chris catches the guard watching over them by the arm and takes a moment to whisper in his ear, then turns and heads back down the hall. He avoids making eye contact with any of the prisoners.

"Hey Moskovitz," the guard calls out. "You're with Hughes, beat it."

Dustin grins a little. "My prince of the library is come," he declares, and doesn't waste any time in taking off after Chris. The guards' moods change on a whim; any small acts of leniency have to be seized immediately before they disappear. Eduardo stares after him, curious. "Where's he going?" he asks.

Mark's eyes track Dustin's progress down the hall until he disappears form view. He turns to look at Eduardo, eyes narrowed. "I thought you said you were smart."

As a guy still fairly low on the totem pole in financial services, Eduardo had gotten used to playing dumb in order to make other people look intelligent. All it took was a trip to prison to find someone who would call Eduardo out on his bullshit. Eduardo laughs quietly under his breath.

"He lets Chris fuck him," Eduardo says. It's not surprising, given how much time Dustin spends in the library. He wants to know how long its been going on, whether it was Chris who proposed it first, or Dustin with a wink and a smile. It could be a marriage of convenience for Dustin, but Chris is good looking enough that he shouldn't have any trouble hooking up on the outside--maybe there's something more there, after all. "So what does Dustin get out of it? A private shower? Better food?" he wonders aloud.

"Ask him," Mark replies with a smirk. The few things Eduardo finds interesting about prison life, Mark seems to find boring--their work rotation, what new ways the kitchen has found to poison them, who's fucking whom. Mark mostly occupies himself with his books and adding to the small mountain of contraband in their cell that, for some reason, the guards allow him to keep.

Eduardo's surprised when Mark speaks again. "Would you do it?"

Eduardo's initial instinct is to deny it, but the words die on his lips. All the rules have changed. He doesn't know what he'd do, anymore.


*

Eduardo has a system for the showers here. It's pretty simple. Just get in, get out, and don't look anyone in the eye. Mark thinks his system is stupid. He'll stay in the shower until the guard kicks him out, eyes shut and head tilted forward under the lukewarm spray as the water runs down the long lines of his back. And it seems to work, because no one ever bothers him.

Eduardo, on the other hand, tries to stay alert. Everyone is usually on their best behavior while the guards are watching here, but he quickly learned that more than a few guards have selective blindness where inmate violence is concerned. Writing people up makes for a lot of paperwork and if they didn't see it and nobody dies, then hey, it didn't happen.

Unfortunately for him, the day's labor is taking its toll, and he finds himself dozing off on his feet. The feel of a wet hand landing on his shoulder makes him immediately tense all over. He looks up to see the face of Tyler Winklevoss, one of the bigger guys on their block and a perpetual pain in Mark's ass. Mark attracts all the misfits, the odd collection of inmates who think of themselves as misunderstood geniuses and gravitate towards Mark out of the dual desires to both earn his approval and prove that they're better than him. Tyler, on the other hand, attracts just about everyone else in the world. It's easy to see how his Mayflower-descendant good looks and easy charm fooled more than a few women into thinking he was a nice guy.

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au -5/?

(Anonymous)
"Hey, there, you were almost down for the count," Tyler says, practically oozing fake goodwill. Eduardo doesn't know where to look--he suffered the indignity of group showers back in high school, but everyone then had been just as awkward as he was. Tyler has no such shame at all. He's totally relaxed in his nudity, all broad shoulders and slim hips, his hand absentmindedly tugging at the impressive cock sitting half-hard between his powerfully muscled thighs. Tyler is definitely easy on the eyes, and Eduardo is only human. He tries not to let his gaze drop below Tyler's face, although he has to tilt his chin up further than makes him comfortable.

"Yeah, thanks," Eduardo says, wary. "I guess I'm just tired. I don't usually do stuff like this."

Tyler crosses his arms over his chest and gives Eduardo an indulgent smile like he's trying to say Hey, we can be friends. Eduardo's not too sure he buys it.

"You need to watch yourself here," he says, "you're still new to this game." Eduardo's heart pounds as Tyler's eyes rake over him. The guards are known to be lenient where Tyler 's behavior is concerned, and Tyler is known to take full advantage of this fact.

Eduardo wipes the water from his face and takes a step backward only to run right into a wall. The shower is crowded; he can't see Mark anywhere. And with Dustin gone, there's really no one else to back him up. It's not like he was looking to make friends here, after all. He just wants to serve his time and put this all behind him as quickly as possible.

"I'm good, thanks." Eduardo tries to keep his voice light.

"Come on, Saverin," Tyler says, his voice low. He crowds Eduardo into a corner until they're close enough that Eduardo can feel the heat coming off of Tyler's skin. "Stop waiting for Zuckerberg to notice you. You're a clever guy with a short sentence. I could make things really easy for you while you're here."

For a second, Eduardo thinks of caving. Sleeping with Tyler wouldn't be a death sentence. If anything, it would be a reprieve. But at the same time, Eduardo resents the idea that he would need protection. He can take care of himself.

"Hey, Wardo."

Eduardo notices Tyler's shoulders stiffen at the sound of Mark's voice behind him. Mark looks hesitant, like he's unsure whether or not Eduardo even wants him there. It's a strange look on him, and Eduardo feels guilty for putting it there.

"Fuck off, okay?" Eduardo pushes past Tyler, the wet slap of his feet echoing loudly on the tile. He ignores the way Tyler's expression darkens; the veneer of friendliness gone as easily as it came. "I don't need your help."

Eduardo is thrown off-guard when Tyler just laughs, backing away like the past five minutes was all some big joke. He holds his hands up in surrender. "Fine, Saverin. If that's your choice? Fine."

He watches Tyler as he shoulders his way out of the shower and back into the changing room, and tries to tell himself that everything will turn out fine.


*


Eduardo no longer considers himself a new guy anymore. He's gotten used to the endless prisoner counts, the boredom, to occupying himself with the library's dated collection of books and gossip about the best person to score drugs from. He's made friends with that guy whose girlfriend on the outside makes those banging chocolate chip cookies. All the same, a part of him still clings to his soft city ways where people do all their arguing with their words instead of fists. So he tries to shove the whole shower incident into the back of his mind and go about his business. Eduardo's relationship with Mark still remains tentative--Eduardo sticks close to him, but at the same time, knows he needs to establish connections of his own. He's making inroads with a few of the guards, and has found some of the other guys like himself, guys locked up for embezzlement and fraud. A few of them even know his dad, which is really weird.

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au 6/?

(Anonymous)
When his block gets time out in the yard, he picks an isolated corner where he can have some time to himself. Mark hates going outside, so he opts to use up his free time in the library. But Eduardo lives for his few moments of pretend freedom. The sky is a flawless, clear blue, stretching as far as he can see, past the walls and the fences, the guard towers and the sharp-toothed dogs. He settles on the ground with his back up against a wall so he can see if anyone is coming. Eduardo doesn't want any trouble, he just wants to sit here with this old copy of The Wealth of Nations he found and revisit all his favorite parts. It's not as good as his personal copy, with the dogeared pages and pages that are more highlighter than text, but it will have to do.

But in the end it doesn't make a difference, since trouble comes looking for him.

There's no one around to have his back when Tyler and his buddies come after him. They pin Eduardo to the ground before he knows what's happening, and shove a sock into his mouth so he can't make any noise. Someone kneels on his wrists, pinning him to the ground. There's a giddy laugh somewhere above and behind him, and for the first time he feels afraid, a sickening sensation deep in his gut. Eduardo struggles to hold back tears as he feels the soft bones of his wrist grinding beneath the pressure and the burn of the concrete as it drags across his skin.

"You thought I'd forget, didn't you, Saverin," Tyler hisses into his ear. "You can't say no to me."

Eduardo tries to control his breathing, tries to get the sock out of his mouth so he can yell, tries to look for a guard or a way out. He can see Thiel off on the other side of the yard, his back carefully turned. It figures--Eduardo's been on his shit list ever since that first day of work out on the highway.

And then there's an explosion of pain as Tyler's foot lands in the middle of his stomach, and he stops thinking about anything else at all.

Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au 6/? - (Anonymous), 2011-11-03 03:21 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au 6/? - (Anonymous), 2011-11-03 03:48 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au 6/? - (Anonymous), 2011-12-27 06:24 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL, Eduardo/Mark prison au 6/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-17 05:08 am (UTC)(Expand)
(Anonymous)
...I wouldn't mind taking a stab at this as well? It might not be very good, or long, but I just had a "cute" little idea.

Does it have to be from Eduardo's POV?

(no subject) - (Anonymous), 2012-03-17 10:41 am (UTC)(Expand)