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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;

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♥ 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...)
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FORMAT OF PROMPTS;


♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
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FILLS;


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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.

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AU Eduardo/Mark WWII

(Anonymous)
http://musguita.tumblr.com/post/11590987971/au-meme-mark-eduardo-world-war

Where Mark and Eduardo are soldiers. (preferably including Dustin and Chris too)

FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1a/?)

(Anonymous)
ok so I based it on The Vietnam War instead so I hope thats ok and the title is from the song Sympathy For The Devil by The Rolling Stones...the first few parts are just introductions to the characters..um I hope you enjoy :)


Training.

“On your feet soldiers” came the loud voice of Captain Maverick.

A total of thirty men jumped out of their bunks and stood at attention. Some were ready for action, a determined look in their eyes whilst the rest were supressing yawns, not used to the 5am wake-up calls.

“I want you all out at base in 10 minutes, ready for this morning’s training” Captain Maverick roared in his slightly southern drawl, leaving the room just as quickly as he entered it.

The men relaxed as soon as he left and started to get dressed.

“Hey Moskovitz, is that a crease I see in your trousers?!” called out a man to another soldier.

“Heck no Cruz, my trousers are straighter than you” came the jolly reply.

The men all jeered Cruz and complimented Moskovitz on his insulting skills. Well, apart from one soldier who instead, raised his eyes and shook his head at the stupidity of the men in his room.

“Cheer up Zuckerberg” a soldier to his left said to him.

Mark Zuckerberg kept his face straight, not breaking one smile. He was two weeks into training at Camp Sledge and was already sick of the regiment he was in. He didn’t really care though; he didn’t join the marines to make friends. He didn’t really know what caused him to volunteer. He just remembers being sick of his step-father’s constant mood swings and his mother’s ignorance. He was bored of his life. So he thought, why not join the marines? So far, he was regretting his decision.

When all the men were dressed, they left the barracks and walked in single file out into the chilly air. It was a foggy morning, like all the mornings here at Camp Sledge. You could only see the breath coming out of your mouth and maybe a soldier stood right in front of you. Apart from that, you were practically blind. Captain Maverick was constantly reminding the men that in battle, smoke would mar their vision so they better start getting used to it.

They all trooped into the courtyard where Captain Maverick was waiting for them. He was a tall man with gray hair and cold, blue eyes. He smiled almost as much as Mark did and he rarely spoke lower than a shout.
“All right men, today, we are forgetting the assault course” He shouted. The men let out a collective sigh of relief. Maverick almost smiled.

“Oh no, do not be relieved. Today we are going to be running to the nearest town”

Some men shared a confused glance. The nearest town was-

“Seven miles. Seven miles to the town, stop, grab some water. Seven miles back”

“With our entire gear sir?” asked a soldier.

“Yes, with all you gear. If I hear any complaints, you will all have to repeat the run as soon as you return am I clear?” Maverick shouted.

“Yes sir” the men called back.

“Be at the front gate in 5” and with that final order, Maverick left them.

“Well fuck me” the soldier, Adams, groaned once he was out of Maverick’s earshot.

Mark said a million curse words under his breath. Out of all of the men here, he was definitely the weakest. He was the shortest and the one who was always last in the assault course. Falling face first in the mud, slipping on the tires, crawling the slowest under the barbed wire. He was sure that this run would be the death of him. How embarrassing would that be, the first marine to die in their company and not even in combat?




FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1b/?)

(Anonymous)
At the front gate, the men were assembled into lines of four. Mark found himself beside Adams and two men he didn’t care to know the name of. He was in the second row, right under Mavericks nose.

On Maverick’s order the men began to jog slowly. The sounds of guns rattling, feet on gravel and the occasional shout of encouragement from Maverick was all that could be heard for the first mile. After that, men’s grunts and pants rang out through the air. Mark was doing well so far, he was out of breath sure and the stitch in his side felt like a bayonet, but his muscles were not burning up just yet.

After their fourth mile Mark felt like he was going to pass out. Adams was beside him making him feel bad. He was nearly sprinting into the first row and apart from his sweaty brow, he didn’t look like he was suffering. Mark tried to keep up with him but he couldn’t help lagging behind.

“Zuckerberg, you better not be falling behind” Maverick roared, casting Mark a steely glare.

Mark gritted his teeth and pushed up beside Adams, cursing him under his breath. Mark stole a sideways glance at Adams who was smirking arrogantly. Mark huffed and decided that Adams needed to be put in his place He kept with Adams the rest of the way.

They finally reached the town after two hours of running.

The men all about collapsed upon arrival. Even Maverick looked a bit spent. Some men were clutching their legs in pain, some getting sick from exhaustion. Mark sat on a bench in what seemed to be the town square and breathed heavily through his nose, bracing himself for the run back. He graciously accepted a cup of water from a fellow soldier. He sipped it slowly, knowing that if he drank it too quick he would vomit.

After only a fifteen minute rest, Maverick was ordering them all on their feet again. They set out of town at a slower pace this time, some men wiping away tears of exhaustion and frustration. Mark thankfully was in one of the back rows this time.

After an unknown amount of miles, Mark landed funnily on his ankle and felt it twist under him. He let out a small shout of pain and stumbled, nearly falling on his face before an arm reached out and grabbed him. Mark grabbed onto the arm before he fell and turned to look at who it was that caught him.

It was Moskovitz. His ginger hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and even though he looked like he was about to faint, he grinned widely at Mark.

“On your feet soldier” he panted, throwing his arm around Mark. Mark leaned against Moskovitz and let him help Mark the rest of the way back to camp.

When they returned, Maverick congratulated them all and told them to relax for the rest of the night.

FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1c/?)

(Anonymous)
sorry i fucked up my last few posts...



Most of the men headed to the showers straight away.

“Will I bring you to the medic’s tent?” Moskovitz asked Mark, looking at him with genuine concern in his eyes. If Mark wasn’t in so much pain and so exhausted, he would be confused as to why Mosckovitz was being so nice to him.

Mark shook his head, gritting his teeth through the pain. He was not willing to show anyone that he was weak, especially after just a day of training. What would people think of him before he went to combat?

“I’ll be fine” he huffed.

“Let’s get you to the barracks then” Moskovitz replied, probably understanding Mark’s train of thought.

Mark hobbled over to the barracks with Moskovitz and fell onto his bed as soon as they went in.

Moskovitz hovered over Mark’s bed.

“Thank you” Mark said quietly, avoiding the other man’s eyes.

“No problem, as long as you’re ok!” Moskovitz replied, cheerily.
Mark looked at him and saw a friendly smile looking back at him. He realised he had found a friend, and probably the nicest man in the whole regiment.

“I’m Mark Zuckerberg” he said, nodding at Moskovitz.

“Dustin Moscovitz, pleasure to meet you Mark” he replied, shooting his hand out for Mark to shake.

Mark eyed it wearily, he was not comfortable with human contact. But Dustin had helped him run for about two miles, carrying both their weights and was still smiling at the end of it all. So he grabbed Dustin’s hand and shook it firmly. Both their hand were smeared in mud and sweat.

“Well I’m going to run to the shower now, I’ll see you later, you need anything?” Dustin said.

Mark shook his head and watched with a small smile as Dustin left the room.
He fell asleep almost straight away, the pain in his ankle disappearing gradually.

FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1d/?)

(Anonymous)
Over the next few months, Mark and Dustin grew close and spent a lot of time together. They were almost polar opposites in personality but seemed to share the same interests. They were never without a subject to talk about and although Mark was less cheerful than the seemingly forever jolly Dustin, they were rarely miserable around each other.

Sitting in the dining hall one morning, a fellow soldier of theirs, Wilson started to complain about waiting around for combat.

“When the hell are we going to get deployed, we’ve been here almost six months now?!” he was saying. Some men nodded their heads in agreement and some just scowled at him.

“Shut the fuck up Wilson” called someone from the back. Wilson ignored him and ploughed on with his speech.

“I mean, I’ve completed that damn assault course I don’t know how many times, and the amount of miles I’ve ran are probably equal to the length and width of the fucking country we’re going to.”

He was shouting so much he didn’t hear the dining hall door slam open and shut. Dustin nudged Mark and pointed his spoon at the men who entered. One was Maverick who was standing on the right of an important looking officer. They stood behind Wilson with their arms folded.

“I’m ready for action. I’m ready to kill some fuckers. I’m sick of sitting around like a useless asshole!!” Wilson continued.

He finally noticed the tension in the room and looked up at the men across from him who were staring over his shoulder. He turned around and turned a dark red colour when he saw Maverick and the other officer behind him. He abruptly stood at attention.

“What’s your name soldier?” the unknown officer asked him quietly.
“Corporal Wilson sir”

“At ease Wilson” he replied.

Wilson stood at ease.

“Gentlemen, this here is Captain Rogers, he is commander of Tiger Company”
All the men stood up and saluted Captain Rogers.

“It seems Wilson here thinks you men should be heading out to combat” Rogers said in a southern drawl similar to Maverick’s.

“Well today is your lucky day. Y’all are joining up with my company and we’re heading out to New Zealand this day next week. Our first stop before we reach ‘Nam”

The air was thick with apprehension after he said this. Some men glared at Wilson like it was his fault, the holy ones blessed themselves and most of them swallowed their fear and kept a straight face.

“You will receive your orders on Saturday morning at 12:00 hours in the courtyard. Nice meeting you men, I hope to see some brave soldiers come out of this company”

Rogers saluted the men before leaving the hall.

Maverick remained, and turned on Wilson.

“For your bullshit, you best be running 50 laps of that courtyard” he said with a dangerous smile on his face.

“Yes sir” Wilson answered and ran outside.

“As you were” Maverick said to the rest of the men before leaving the hall himself.

“Holy shit” Dustin breathed out, running his hand through his hair.
“You scared Moskovitz?” Mark asked teasingly.

“No way” Dustin laughed nervously. He wasn’t the only one, the whole hall broke out into an excited babble. But the fear in the room was stifling and each of the men secretly prayed for luck.

FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1e/?)

(Anonymous)
That night on their walk back to the dorms, Mark and Dustin strolled slowly, enjoying the cool air.

“Hey Mark?” Dustin broke the silence.

Mark looked at Dustin, waiting for the question.

“You gotta girl back home?” he asked, looking up at the black sky, searching for stars behind the clouds.

Mark shook his head firmly. Mark had never had a girl. His first kiss was with a girl called Erica Albright on his 18th birthday and it was the least fun experience Mark had ever had. His second had been a drunk kiss with a boy at a weird hippy party he was dragged to by his cousin Johnny. He certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone about that, even though it had been way more enjoyable than the kiss with Erica. He stopped himself thinking about this and focused on Dustin instead.

“You?” he asked Dustin.

“I don’t really know to be honest.” Dustin replied with a sigh. Mark could hear the sadness in his tone but he was still smiling.

Mark remained silent, knowing Dustin would explain without prompt.

“Her name is Stephanie. I kissed her before I left on a whim. I’ve sort of been in love with her since I was 12. So I decided that I might die when I’m out in Vietnam and I just had to kiss her once before I died. It seemed to have worked though, she said she would write me all the time. I got a letter from her last week and she kissed it with red lipstick” he grinned at that, like a schoolboy.

“But I don’t know, she is beautiful and the nicest girl in the whole of Florida, I’m sure she will marry some other lucky bastard soon”

Mark looked at Dustin and frowned.

“If she does then she is a dumb bitch and doesn’t deserve you” he said vehemently.

Dustin barked out a laugh. “Oh Mark, you are so nice” he laughed grabbing Mark in a headlock and ruffled his hair.

Mark shrugged him off and pretended to be annoyed but bit back a grin.

That night in bed he thought about what Dustin had said and felt a twinge of sadness that he had never found love before he went to war. He thought about letter he could receive, and keep in his breast pocket like he knows Dustin will do with his. But he pushed it to the back of his brain and thought that maybe, it was for the better.

MOD

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Re: FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1e/?)

How is this fill so wonderful already? Because it really is. Say you'll continue,please? :D

Re: FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1e/?)

*flails*

Re: FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1e/?)

(Anonymous)
thank youuuuu!

im going to post the second part to my actual journal tomorrow :)

Re: FILL: I Stole Many A Man's Soul And Faith (1e/?)

ooooohhhhh, beautiful *_______*

This is the author!

Ive decided to come off anon and fill in my journal, it is so much easier.

So if you still want to read it you can find part 2 here

http://marlinandtrout.livejournal.com/1071.html

Thanksss <3

Part three is up