Chessdoesathing
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every man you've ever been by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types
19 Jul 2023
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"i feel crazy in ways i never say / will you still love me if it turns out i'm insane? / i know what you'll say / but it helps to hear you say it, anyway."
It occurs to me in moments like this that domesticity has somehow managed to creep up on both of us. But here we are. We don’t really talk about it. The same way we’re not supposed to talk about Fight Club, but admittedly we probably talk more about that than about the state of our relationship.
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- Part 3 of the bite that binds, the gift that gives
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11 Jun 2026
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playing favorites by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types
20 May 2023
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Tyler is nothing if not true to his word. It’s sluttier than the bridesmaid’s dress.
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09 Jun 2026
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room 516 by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types
09 Apr 2023
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If this is what he pulled me away to do, I’m not going to complain. I’d rather have Tyler’s tongue in my mouth than be doting on some fucker who makes half my salary in an hour.
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07 Jun 2026
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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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06 Jun 2026
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It wasn’t until he was beaten, bloodied, covered in sweat. It wasn’t until he walked up to me, spitting blood and smiling like a freak, that I offered a hand and whispered: “hey pretty boy.”
Tyler is purring at my touch. Putty in my hands. I never thought I’d ever see this man surrender.
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06 Jun 2026