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“So? How’d I do, Big Buckle Boudreaux?”
He says that old nickname with bite, all bronc fighter and a lil’ somethin’ else, just for Benson tucked away in the pout of his lips as they shape his name, teasin’ and eager for it to be reciprocated, can see it in the way he sticks his hands in the back pockets of his Levi’s.
Randy’s lucky he’s pretty enough that it don’t piss Benson clean off.
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He's at a party where he knows no one and he's forgotten about Lisa within minutes of being here and someone's flirting with him, successfully enough that Randy's just about decided to accept the offer to go for a drive when he catches Benson's eye from across the room.
Before tonight, Randy never would've called himself easy.
He ends up in a car, but it ain't driving anywhere.
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Randy can feel something chase after him as he walks around the front of the car, looks up to catch Benson’s eyes flicking away, down to his hands where he’s doing fuckall with the jumper cables. It makes Randy feel so crazy, like, was he really doing this?
His car battery is dead and Benson is nice enough to jump him.
That's how it goes, right?
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"I like scary movies," Randy shrugs, stomach flipping at the way Benson leaned on the counter in front of him, another cheap button-up uniform pulling fabric taut over biceps Randy tried not to look at— the way he grins at him, no hat to hide his eyes, glittering in interest, this new Randy new and never-before-seen.
"Oh, do ya?"
Benson looks him over from under thick eyelashes, sharp cheekbones, dark eyes sliding like a physical touch the entire way back up, considering.
“Ya don’t look the type.”
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Benson sounds like he sort of wants to leave him at a road-side truck stop bathroom, missing child forgotten nine states away from home and Randy's still trying to catch his breath, still trying to drown the image of Benson dancing with the woman in the off-white porcelain, stomach rolling. Wishes he was anyone but himself, anywhere but here.
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invincible by supercrunch for Engrin
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
29 May 2021
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This is the way the world works: the sun rises in the east. The strong come out on top. Bakugou Katsuki rockets through life like a comet and Midoriya Izuku stumbles after. If he believed in such things Katsuki would say it was written in the stars. That some god of war had looked at him and said this one. That he’d been passed along a line to get his blessings – genius, willpower, fearless ambition – and dropped off on earth.
Then, of course, there is the question of Deku. The spitfire runt. Deku, no matter what the world does to him, never stops hoping.
Until, of course, he eventually does.
(Katsuki broke him. Snapped him in half like a twig and now has to scramble to put Deku back together. “We can do this, Deku," he says slowly. "There are so many mysteries that never got put to bed. Criminals roaming around looking to hurt people and you and me, we can fix that.”
There’s a long pause. The comforter slips a little off Deku’s skinny shoulders and drowns him. “You mean like a team?”
In that split second, Katsuki makes a decision he’s never even considered. He swallows his pride. “Yeah, Deku. We’d be a team.”)
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“Now Randy,” he says, low and careful and right against his mouth, “you’ve gotta remember that when I tell you to do things, it’s for your own good. Right?”
Randy’s having a hard time keeping his eyes focused on just the cigarette or just on Benson — both are so close that his eyes keep making them blurry.
“Uh— Uh-huh.”
“So when I tell you you’re gonna smoke,” he continues, “that means you’re gonna do what?”
Randy’s stomach drops. He doesn’t understand — doesn’t understand how Benson making him smoke is for his own good. He knows it’s not. He wants to ask, but knows Benson will just punch him for it instead, so he doesn’t. He feels his teeth clench together; Benson’s fingers flex along his jaw, feeling the muscle twitch.
“Randy.”
He relents. He feels like putty, all his nerves spooling and tangling and getting crossed to make him numb.
“I’m gonna…” Randy swallows, feeling breathless. “I’m gonna smoke.”
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28 Oct 2025
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so like the scent kink fic with the pretty prose and self loathing I climbed it and I was like wow peak and then I turned to see mt everest and my jaw dropped; no this is fuckign peak--- reminder to comment / better bookmark holy shit this Benson is nicotine
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hurricane season (can't get the stink off / you do it to yourself) by avrilsboy for Incy Little Spider (1ncylilspider)
Fandoms: The Passenger (Movie 2023)
18 Aug 2024
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When he turns his head to glance inside, eyes seeking for something to do without a customer to handle, Benson sees how his hair’s matted down to his forehead under the bill of his cap, sees the sparkle of sweat above his lip. Bradley doesn’t notice him looking, never does, but especially not now as he wavers in his spot in front of the register from the movement. His eyelids flutter a little, and Benson thinks too belatedly that the kid’s gonna eat tile if he doesn’t sit down.Benson looks away, back down to the table, squeezing his eyes shut hard for a second and pressing his thumb to the spot between his brows. The heat’s making his mind run too fucking slow.
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He eyes Benson’s jacket one more time before turning to grab a dishrag and heading back to the counter. He passes by Benson mopping near one of the back tables and, this close, he’d know he was passing by Benson even with his eyes closed. He always smells like what Randy imagines the smoking section of a bar is like.That was the other tell, he realizes belatedly — the green coat smells like musty cigarettes. Rained-through and dredging up to surface all the stale smoke embedded in the threads.
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If you went digging around in Benson's car, you'd find a bottle of too-warm water that's probably safe to drink from. A spare high beam bulb, still in the packaging. A tire pump purchased almost twenty years ago for a blue bicycle. An even distribution of about thirty napkins. Enough change rattling in the glove box to buy a lottery ticket. He has everything you'd need to keep rolling down dirty roads with no end in sight.
The only thing missing from Benson's car is a gun or two.
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Bookmarked by GunGun
22 Sep 2025
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So fucking good. This Benson is my bread and butter. Beef stew. Hearty and filling and just what the weather called for. Edit: SO FUCKING PEAK. SO FUCKING GOOD. I RIP MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST AND LEAVE IT BLOODY AND NASTY ON YOUR ALTAR FAWWWWWWWWWK SO GOOD>
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Benson wasn’t fucking clueless. He knew, by now, that this was more than just a simple fascination with an interesting coworker. But his peace of mind depended upon him ignoring a lot of uncomfortable truths.
Or: 5 moments from Benson and Randy's weird, sad year of working together.
Bookmarked by GunGun
05 Sep 2025
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See comment. This is fucking scripture. I am deifying rubyguard at the Vatican tomorrow morning.