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crack_van2011-12-29 03:44 pm
jasmasson.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2011-12-29 03:44 pm
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Mulligan by Oflights (NC17)
Fandom: THE SOCIAL NETWORK
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Length: 13,600 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Author Website: Masterlist
Why this must be read:
I'm finishing on a few fandom powerhouses. In this one, Eduardo is allowed to make some mistakes on the path to reconciliation with Mark; a mulligan is a free shot in golf when you completely screw up a shot the first time...
He calls Chris, who is not on this coast this week, who he wishes dearly he could go to right now and maybe cry with his head in his lap for a little while. “Chris,” Eduardo says hoarsely. “I am Sean Parker.”
“Oh Jesus,” Chris says. “Hold on a sec, let me put the iron down for this.”
At one part, Mark helps him make onion dip in his office’s little kitchenette, talking idly for some reason about cooking classes he’s been taking.
“And they taught you how to stir onion soup mix into sour cream?” Eduardo asks, fighting to put some derision in his voice so he won’t sound as fond as he feels. The sight of Mark stirring the dip so carefully, biting his bottom lip in concentration like this is an incredibly arduous task, is really, frighteningly endearing. “You should get your money back.”
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Length: 13,600 words
Author on LJ:
oflightsAuthor Website: Masterlist
Why this must be read:
I'm finishing on a few fandom powerhouses. In this one, Eduardo is allowed to make some mistakes on the path to reconciliation with Mark; a mulligan is a free shot in golf when you completely screw up a shot the first time...
He calls Chris, who is not on this coast this week, who he wishes dearly he could go to right now and maybe cry with his head in his lap for a little while. “Chris,” Eduardo says hoarsely. “I am Sean Parker.”
“Oh Jesus,” Chris says. “Hold on a sec, let me put the iron down for this.”
At one part, Mark helps him make onion dip in his office’s little kitchenette, talking idly for some reason about cooking classes he’s been taking.
“And they taught you how to stir onion soup mix into sour cream?” Eduardo asks, fighting to put some derision in his voice so he won’t sound as fond as he feels. The sight of Mark stirring the dip so carefully, biting his bottom lip in concentration like this is an incredibly arduous task, is really, frighteningly endearing. “You should get your money back.”