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Marty follows him. Not clear where. Cut of Rust’s shoulders, loping walk of a predator and with some starved line to him. STATE POLICE across his back.
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Evening, and a brief interlude by the bayou.
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Yesterday evening, sun going down and this great, warm sky. Rust was sucking on his last cigarette of the day. The smell of it: Camel Blues, tobacco burning, fresh cut grass.
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The ski mask stinks of his own sweat, and smoke from all the shit he's burned or toked while wearing it.
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“I guess if there were no shorts attached, you cheerleaders would just go around flashing everybody every time you jumped in the air, or flipped around, or did a… uh, walkover. Who knows what that kind of overt sexuality would trigger in the God-fearing teens of Middle America? I mean, anything could happen.”
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eddie follows chrissy to the empty gymnasium after school. he probably shouldn't have.
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- Part 7 of porny oneshots
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In Heaven, Aziraphale processes some repressed feelings. To various degrees of success.
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In any case, there was absolutely no point. No point at all in pursuing that train of thought when it had ended exactly as it had. No point at all in wondering if kissing was all that Crowley wanted, if indeed it was nothing but Crowley making some misguided and desperate point (if so, what!), or if together meant that he wanted to do with Aziraphale all the things that lovers did.
Kissing, and, and… other things besides.
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Exactly what it says on the tin <3
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In truth, Rust’s conversations with Maggie were an occurrence that put a pit in his stomach on the whole. He found his chest strangely aflutter at the smugly knowing grin Maggie was drawing him in with. Out of sight of the living room she got him against the counter, something wicked alight in her angelic features.
“Hey.” She draped her arm round his shoulders, bringing him in like a teammate. “Guess who has a new beau.”
Marty and the shark under his bed.
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23 Jul 2025
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After the hospital, Marty took Rust home. He hadn’t intended for Rust to stay; in fact, he envisioned Rust disappearing to Alaska or some other part of Louisiana where Marty would never see him. But that hadn’t happen. Rust parked himself on Marty’s couch and popped pills and drank and smoked until he healed and then he didn’t leave. And Marty, who kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, let him stay.
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23 Jul 2025
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“So how are you and Laurie?” Marty asks, just to have something to say.
Rust is quiet for a long minute, pulling half his cigarette down his lungs in that nervous way he hasn’t done so often, like maybe he really had learned a new appreciation for the sanctity of human life, and Marty thinks maybe he’s touched on something fragile. Maybe he and Laurie are fracturing after all, his psycho-intellectual bullshit finally worn her down. The rolling paper crackles softly in the silence between them as the cherry bites lower and lower towards the filter.
“I’m fixing to ask her to marry me,” Rust finally says, and Marty chokes on his beer like he’s had the wind knocked out of him.
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Or: Rust and Laurie in vignette.
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25 Jun 2025
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you are my sweetest downfall. by punkrockdog
Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2019)
05 Aug 2020
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There's nothing wrong with sleeping with his best friend of almost ten years on a regular basis.
If Theo tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it.
(title from Samson by Regina Spektor)
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22 Mar 2025
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a renaissance, another day by randomhorse
Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2019)
10 Sep 2019
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“I don’t have anything, if that’s what you’re looking for,” Theo says. “I’m clean.”
“So am I. Remember how I said? Can stop anytime, no problem?” Boris raises his hands, palms towards Theo, fourteen years old again, free-handed on the BMX down the slope of Desert End Road, Look, Potter! No hands! “See? Clean. Boom, like that.”(Two years after Amsterdam Boris shows up on Theo’s doorstep in New York and he hasn’t had a hit in twenty-four hours.)
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21 Mar 2025