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The Social Network: the kink meme!

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.
Tags:

FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 2b/?

(Anonymous)
So Mark’s pretty sure he’s got the wrong address. There is absolutely no way in hell that the multi-million dollar mansion on Dartmouth Street he’s standing in front of is his grandmother’s temporary residence—he remembers Chris flicking through the for sale section in the newspaper one day and marveling at the fact that the place has fifty rooms and twenty-eight goddamn fireplaces, as if that is necessary at all.

Mark checks his text message again. 306 Dartmouth Street, that’s exactly where he is. In front of the giant-ass brick mansion.

Maybe there’s a reason he’s never been acquainted with his father’s side of the family.

He contemplates whether he should press the buzzer or knock on the metal gate in front of him or, y’know, whistle for a helicopter to take him to the inevitable secret helipad top of the mansard roof. It’s not out of the question at this point, he thinks.

Mark nudges the button to his side and the contraption buzzes before a voice comes through. “Tours of the property aren’t available until the weekend, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m, uh, here to see my grandmother,” Mark replies, giving the button an irritated look as if the man on the other end can see him. Unless there’s an elaborate camera system set up, tracking every movement of his facial muscles and analyzing his expression. Mark’s not sure what’s plausible and what isn’t anymore.

The man behind the buzzer clears his throat. “Name?”

“Amelia Jameson.”

Your name, sir.”

Mark rolls his eyes slightly. Way to be condescending, dick. “Mark Zuckerberg.”

The speaker buzzes and the wrought iron gates in front of Mark ease open with a metallic squeal, revealing a small courtyard lined with neatly-trimmed bushes and brightly colored flowers. At the end of it is what Mark assumes is the entrance to the house, a large oak door that’s actually being guarded. He shakes off the unpleasant thoughts in his mind about a Genovian mafia and cuts through the grass only to be shouted at by a loudspeaker that repeats “get off the grass!” in about sixteen languages.

Mark doesn’t know when he stepped out of Boston and into an Orwell novel and he’s kind of afraid to ask.

He gingerly steps through the guarded door, earning a hard look from the taller guard and a polite nod from the shorter. They’re looking at him like they know something, like something’s about to go down that he’s unaware of. Mark doesn’t usually get anxious for reasons other than Sean Parker’s presence, but, well… it’s a little unnerving, is all he’s saying.

A woman with a Stepford Wives kind of smile meets Mark inside, ushering him through the ridiculously adorned entryway, through the pristine living room, and out into yet another courtyard, this one filled to the brim with rosebushes and cherub fountains. Seriously, cherub fountains. Plural. Because one isn’t tacky enough, clearly.

Now, Mark has no recollection of his grandmother Amelia. He wasn’t even born yet when his parents split up and was only four years old when his father died, so the one time he’s ever met her is too far gone to remember. What he’s got are his mother’s patchy memories, things like how his grandmother never approved of his parents’ brief marriage, how she was the main reason for their divorce.

So he’s not at all excited to see the woman sitting daintily at a table beneath a white awning, gazing at him with expectant and judging eyes. (Maybe if he’d known he was going to a fucking mansion, he’d have worn something other than a hoodie over a grubby t-shirt and cargo shorts… or maybe not.)