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Jack’s Preservation of Innocence by kyros (kystar)
Fandoms: Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types
24 Apr 2024
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I can’t do it. Tyler’s there, I’m here.
He’s making me desperate.
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26 Aug 2024
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“I’ll take that buck knife that you like so much,” Billy continued, pressing harder onto Stu’s arm. “Trace it all around your stupid, needy body, and gut you like you gut those fucking deers you hunt.” He lifted the blunt, relieving Stu from the burning pain, and threw it to the side. He looked at the red burn; designed in a neat, imperfect circle. “Fuck, Billy.” Stu groaned, his hips startling up. Billy hissed, forcing Stu’s lower half down with his own.
“Stop it.” Billy bit, mind half there. As if this wasn’t what he wanted; like if all those words weren’t practically begging.
“I’d let you.”
or,
They get high on Stu’s birthday. Then proceed to mess around.
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26 Aug 2024
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i can’t save you, but i will try for you and i by goreandblood
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types, Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
16 Mar 2023
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I smile weakly, looking at the gun in my hand.
„Paraffin never works” I say as I raise the gun to my chin.
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21 Aug 2024
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sentimentality by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types
17 Mar 2023
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When Tyler Durden said, “You called me because you needed a place to stay, so cut the foreplay and just ask,” the key word was stay. Not sleep. Stay: Verb— to remain in the same place. So when I asked, Can I stay at your place? and he said, “Yeah,” I shouldn’t have aspired for any sleep because that was not the agreed upon verb.
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20 Aug 2024
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catharsis by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club - All Media Types
27 Mar 2023
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I’m rapidly coming to the realization that I don’t like fighting anyone other than Tyler. I’m putting words to what used to be an abstract string pull in my gut, telling me that what I’m doing isn’t really what I think I’m doing. This isn’t about the thrill of the scuffle, the catharsis I am experiencing is simply a watered down, repackaged dupe of the real deal. I am seeking a blow to my cheek that leaves me reeling so hard my body has no choice but to conjure up tears. There is a butterfly light thrill that shoots up my spine when Tyler twists his torso under mine and forces me off my feet with his entire body weight.
These are dwindling highs. I need a higher dose every time, and there’s only so many ways to make lingering, full body contact as we try to beat each other into the floor. Fighting Tyler is losing its zeal, and I have no interest in any of the other idiots who crowd the basement every Saturday night.
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20 Aug 2024