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a begrudging host by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types
29 Apr 2023
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The Paper Street house is not a venue for sappy conversations. It proudly hosts two whack jobs who make soap in the basement, fist fight in the living room and fuck for hours on any stable surface available to us. It begrudgingly also hosts me and Tyler spooning as we doze off.
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05 Apr 2025
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Karmacoma by Beauty_Towne
Fandoms: Fight Club - All Media Types, Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
28 May 2024
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My first moment with Tyler stands out as my favorite. Because before Marla, before soap, fighting, space monkeys, or anything, Tyler and I met on a beach. Tyler and I met on a beach and his tan skin was glittering with ocean salt. There was gritty sand between his toes and sun glinting off his long eyelashes. There was a light inside Tyler that radiated outward, the kind that surged and changed. I'd never seen anything like it in anyone else.
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20 Jan 2025
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"That was before I met Tyler, Tyler ruined me."
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19 Jan 2025
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Why do you ask this of me, Tyler?
I don't want to wear Marla's stupid dress, but you tell me I'd look pretty, and that's enough to tip me over.
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06 Jan 2025
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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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29 Dec 2024