Benson and Randy
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“Gimme your shirt,” Benson says. It’s not a question.
(alternatively: benson borrows randy's uniform. randy is very normal about the aftermath. luckily for him, so is benson.)
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A lot of the time they ended up sleeping in the car, parked up in lay-bys and truck stops, just so they could use the bathrooms. But other times, they stayed in motels, scraping together cash between the two of them. Benson had an eerie knack of turning fifty dollars into a hundred and Randy could not fathom how he did it. But he made ends meet, somehow. Enough so that they could dump their shit onto the flattened carpet of sketchy motels every couple of days. Benson would usually end up face down on the mattress, he hadn’t let Randy do any of the driving yet and it was clearly getting to him.
They’d started up their affair by the end of the fifth day on the road.
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You might as well carve 'Randy + Benson 4eva' into a tree.
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Erasure Poem (or, The Narrator Writes the First Draft of the Rest of His Life) by thenewgothicromance
Fandoms: The Passenger (Movie 2023)
15 Dec 2025
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Randy almost doesn’t understand how it happened, even though he’s the one who started it. Three weeks ago he’d never had sex with anyone, had never thought about doing it with a guy, didn’t think much about doing it at all. And maybe that means there’s something wrong with him, but he’s not stupid—he understands that Benson is into him. And if Randy can use that to keep him calm, keep them on track for a little while, maybe Benson will come back to himself. Will shake off the shock, and tell Randy what the plan is.
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The woman at the school’s reception desk flat out refused to give them anything about Miss Beard, her hands laid on the countertop as she shook her head sadly. Big, plump bottom lip jutting out in what Benson might have known to be real sympathy if he had ever been presented with the emotion in a sincere way. Which he hadn’t. At least, that’s what he imagined, anyway. When she had removed her palms from the counter, the ledger beneath them had become stuck to one, slick with a nervous sweat that she hid all too well in the calm, collected way she had informed the boy she simply couldn’t give that sort of information away.
The page was left greasy and she pointedly did not look at it.
“And Mr. Bradley, I really think you’re doing the right thing. Good for you.” She had said, like she was his fucking grandmother.
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They don't make it to Miss Beard's place. Mr Sheppard lies in a pool of his own blood and Benson & Randy drive on, and on, and on, and on, and on.
Series
- Part 1 of I am stuck in a dream