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crack_van2011-12-09 11:40 pm
jasmasson.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2011-12-09 11:40 pm
Entry tags:
Old roads I go down by yellowteddysuit, PG13
Fandom: THE SOCIAL NETWORK
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Length: 12,500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yellowteddysuit
Author Website: Master List
Why this must be read: Mark has amnesia fic, and remembers nothing since before Harvard. So, no Facebook and no Eduardo. Chris and Dustin rope Eduardo into looking after him with them (with varying degrees of effectiveness). The characters are delightful and the writing subtly brilliant.
“Wardo!” Dustin exclaims. “Welcome to the psych ward.”
“I’m not crazy!” yells someone from inside.
“Yes, you are,” Dustin mutters for Eduardo’s benefit. “You can’t say that because you might be but you don’t remember it,” he adds, a little louder. “Come on in.”
Eduardo steps into the house and lets Dustin take his bags, smiling when they’re unceremoniously dumped against a wall. “No changes, then?”
Dustin shakes his head. “Still partying like it’s 2002.”
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Length: 12,500 words
Author on LJ:
yellowteddysuitAuthor Website: Master List
Why this must be read: Mark has amnesia fic, and remembers nothing since before Harvard. So, no Facebook and no Eduardo. Chris and Dustin rope Eduardo into looking after him with them (with varying degrees of effectiveness). The characters are delightful and the writing subtly brilliant.
“Wardo!” Dustin exclaims. “Welcome to the psych ward.”
“I’m not crazy!” yells someone from inside.
“Yes, you are,” Dustin mutters for Eduardo’s benefit. “You can’t say that because you might be but you don’t remember it,” he adds, a little louder. “Come on in.”
Eduardo steps into the house and lets Dustin take his bags, smiling when they’re unceremoniously dumped against a wall. “No changes, then?”
Dustin shakes his head. “Still partying like it’s 2002.”