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a near life experience.

pairings. tyler durden x fem!reader

about. tyler knows your need for control, so he puts it to the test.

warnings. foul language, near death experience?

ricky rocks. uhh don’t know what to write here, but hi, finally writing for my bae 😫

tyler durden was insane but there was something so pulling about him that you couldn’t just leave him alone like your mind was originally screaming at you to do.

oh, he was in your head. always in your head to the point he was the only thing you thought about—the reason your mind stopped screaming your logical thoughts, stopped screaming to stay away. however he did it, tyler always managed to have your undivided attention on him—and it killed you. he killed you.

there were multiple occurrences that related straight to that fact.

“hop in.”

you stared at tyler from the edge of the curb, outside of the club you worked at—to where he stared back, standing by a random bmw that you just knew was not his. you frowned, eyeing him with a skeptical stare that was lit up by the red and green club lights that punctured the night. he really hated that look.

always had to question things, always had to fucking question things. why couldn’t you just trust him?

trust. oh, trust is just another large issue.

“what, tyler, why are you here?“

“c’mon, let’s go for a ride sweetheart,” his head tipped to the passenger side of the car, opening of the door himself with a soft inviting smile—one you hated because it just looked so unfamiliar on his face. “let’s go for a little ride.”

something was off, something was real… strange and you couldn’t pin point what it was. tyler could tell that that’s what you were thinking, just by how you were so hesitant and looking him up and down and the men in the back of the car.

but you still got in, he knew you’d get in because you’d do anything for him—even if no rationale came out of the situation.

“what’s going on?” you spoke, finally pulling your vision from the incoming rain plummeting against the windshield, close to blurring a clear vision of the roads if it weren’t for the windshield wipers. “i haven’t seen you in weeks and you suddenly show up?”

“you seem to forget that my door is always open, and this,” he glances at you, raising a finger to motion between the two of you. “isn’t as permanent as you think. you need to stop the habit of getting comfortable with the presence of things that you can’t control.”

you look at him with a clenched jaw, deciding to ignore his slightly philosophical comment because most likely, you’d have time, thinking all about it in bed tonight. “yeah well it’s kind of hard to come over when you have about a million different guys just living in your house and you’re never there.”

“i’m a busy guy, darling. there are things that need to get done.”

“busy? doing what, tyler?” your arms are crossed now and pulled tightly to your chest as it seemed you were now pouting like a child who’s feelings were hurt and denied. “you swear we’re meant to be or some shit and our souls are tied together but i’m somehow always left out of the loop.”

“fuck what you know, sweetheart. you decide your own involvement and lately you’ve proved that you don’t want any of what we’ve got goin’ on.”

“we’ve?” you stare at him, slightly dumbfounded at his sentence and how much it had unintentionally revealed. “what do you mean by—tyler, jesus, watch the road!”

your hand had quickly gripped the wheel after the loud horn of another car provoked your attention to the road where you had discovered the car was swerving into the left lane.

“are you high?” you stare at him harshly, slightly breathless to the shock.

he smiles at you.

your vision narrows on the sight of him, coming to a realization, “all the destruction around the city... is that you?”

he coughs a laugh, turning his line of sight back to the road, “me? not just me, what’s going on is greater than me, greater than you.”

you slump in your seat, frustrated but also astounded by his answer, “i want to know what-“

“first rule about project mayhem is you do not ask questions.”

you almost jump at the sound of their voices ringing from behind you, completely forgetting their presence.

“you need to completely reevaluate your perspective, y/n. what you know about life, everything, forget it. about us, forget it—forget it all. you know nothing.”

your face drops at his words, “what is that supposed to mean?”

he looks to you but says nothing. the look on his face makes you feel sick, hurts your chest and creates an awful taste in the back of your throat. you both keep strained eye contact till you feel the car shift unevenly and your eyes flick out the front windshield.

“what are you doing?”

his eyes slowly fall away from yours and to the backseat, “guys, what would you have wished to do before you die?”

“paint a self portrait.”

“build a house.”

“and you?”

you watch the sight of headlights beam onto your face, and a horn fill your ears, beckoning for your car to return to the right lane. you couldn’t think straight as you looked between tyler and the road—he waited for your answer.

“i-i don’t know, nothing. can you just stop fucking around?” you’re desperate, reaching for the wheel to direct him back to the right direction, but he’s persistent.

“you have to know the answer to this question,” his hand is pressed against your chest, keeping you tied down in your seat. “you would have died right now and how would you have felt about your life?”

“not particularly good, i don’t know, what do you want me to say?” the headlights turn into a clear outline of a semi truck and anxiety rushes aggressively through your veins.

“not good enough,” his stare burns into the side of your cheek as you fight his arm, trying to yank his grip on the wheel away from the loud horn.

“tyler, stop fucking around, tyler!” you yell at him now, pulling and begging him till the wheel goes loose and somehow moves away from the traffic, but further toward the left.

you feel dizzy as a large group of cars pass by your door so close, honking and feeding you their bright headlights. you squint, feeling your heart bang against your chest. it takes everything in you not to scream as you jolt every time a car passes by.

“jesus christ, fuck! what the fuck!” you close your eyes, laying your head in the palms of your hands, “what the fuck is going through your head?”

he laughs from beside you, shaking his head at your fear, “okay, sweetheart, okay.”

he lets go of the wheel right as you come back up to look at him, “take the wheel, tyler, quit fucking around.” you’re practically out of your seat now, grasping the plastic tightly in attempt to maneuver correctly.

“look at you,” he motions to your hunched body, almost on his lap to take better control of the situation. “you’re a mess, baby! you’re pathetic. stop trying to control everything and just let go.”

you glance at him, still gripping the wheel for dear life and he stares back, disappointed, “you’re not even living.”

if it was anyone else, you wouldn’t have. but this was different, you hadn’t met anyone like tyler and you never would again.

so you let go.

there was no control and it put you on edge. anything could happen, and that’s exactly what tyler wanted.

you had been in a car crash once. it wasn’t something memorable, seeing it happened when you were very young. but the moment the car smashed into another and tipped over into a ditch, it was all very familiar and old scars were replaced with new ones that you knew would be unforgettable.

you didn’t know if you were alive. everything was black, and cold, and you couldn’t feel anything till arms looped around yours and pulled you back to air, back to life, where you could so suddenly feel everything.

“goddamn,” tyler’s very melodic laugh pierced the air sharply as he held you tightly to his body; one arm draped around your shoulders while the other held your waist, “we’ve just had a near life experience.”

navigation.

“I can fix him!”

Him:

me after saying i’d get tasks done but i’ve just been reading fanfiction for the past 3 hours:

there’s a serious shortage of brad pitt imagines so I’m taking matters into my own hands

what it would be like dating brad pitt

author’s note: not a super long list but lmk if you want a part 2🫡 there’s also a lil bit of smutty stuff on the list, so beware

•he loves teasing you about everything

•like you two roast each other all day but it's all with love

•always apologizing profusely after roasting you (while laughing his ass off)

•speaking of ass, brad is an ass man and no one can change my mind

•loves just walking by you and *slap*

• "ow, what the fuck brad!"

•he spoils you way too much

•this man fucking WORSHIPS YOU

•if you ever happen to say "hey, wish I had this" fucker will write that shit down and get it for you

•long walks around L.A

•dude is cocky asf

•aggressively competitive pool/poker games with some serious sexual tension between you two

•calls you darlin😩

•he's also lowkey kind of a stoner so of course there's gonna be some epic smoke seshes

•(or if it's not your thing then he smokes outside away from you)

•loves, and I mean LOVES just listening to you talk

•like sometimes he doesn't even pay attention to what you're saying, he just loves your voice

•mans is packin👀

•you don't get into a lot of fights but when there is one it's usually very mature

•unless he's jealous, then it's batshit crazy and it almost always ends in make-up sex

•gets you flowers all the time🫶

•so many spontaneous dates

•this man thinks you’re absolutely perfect in every way, and will do anything and everything to show you just how much you mean to him🥹

sorry if that sucked<3 have an awesome day

See You Later • Brad Pitt

author’s note: this was requested by @stemmer14 !! she asked for a flirty moment with Brad on set, so here ya go🫶

warnings: drinking, smoking, unedited (sorry)

Becoming an actress had been your dream since you were a little girl. You loved immersing yourself into the somewhat made up world of every film you watched. So when you got wind of a new film holding auditions in your city, you couldn’t contain your excitement of this possibly being your big break.

The first day of the week long audition process, you absolutely nailed your monologue. The casting directors had even stopped you before you left the building that day to tell you how impressed they were. They said they would definitely be calling you back for a role in the movie.

The movie’s title was Ocean’s 11, a film about a man by the name of Danny Ocean recruiting eleven different people to help from all over the country to help him in robbing one of, if not the most successful casino in Las Vegas.

You had no idea who else had gotten roles, but you imagined some pretty famous actors had to be part of the cast.

About a week after your audition, you had received a phone call as promised that confirmed your role in Ocean’s 11.

You were thrilled and immediately started thinking about and developing your character.

3 months after your role was secured, you were flown out to Las Vegas to begin filming.

You arrived on set on what had to be the fifth day of filming, ready to record your first appearance in the film. This scene would picture your character sitting in a bar after a long night of working as a poker dealer in a very high-end casino. Danny Ocean’s closest colleague and long time friend Rusty Ryan convinces your character to join in on their mission to rob a casino, which just so happens to be the one you work for.

You still had no idea who was playing Rusty, but you were about to find out pretty quick.

After an hour in the make-up trailer and dressing room, you were escorted to where you would be filming your scene.

The backstage crew were running around the set, getting everything ready for the upcoming scene. You watched closely as everything happened around you. Your stomach began forming butterflies as the timing slowly came to film your scene.

Suddenly, a smooth voice greets you from behind. You whip around to shake the large hand stretched out towards you, eyes scanning up the man’s tall, toned figure to ultimately realized the hand you were asking belonged to…holy shit it’s Brad Pitt.

You swore you almost passed out. You were shaking Brad mother fucking Pitt’s hand!

“You must be playing Rachel, right?” He asked questioningly, raising his eyebrows. His hand was still in yours as you responded.

“Yeah, and you must be playing Rusty.” You concluded, smiling as your hand dropped from his.

Brad nodded and flashed you a bright warm smile.

Holy shit this is really happening you thought. Who gets the kind of opportunity to do what you’ve always dreamt of doing next to one of the hottest dudes in Hollywood? It felt like some sort of dream.

You watch the blonde in front of you bring his hand up to comb through his gelled hair as he spoke, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a scene partner this gorgeous.”

You turn your head to the side as your cheeks flamed red. You couldn’t help the huge smile the creeped onto your face, did Brad Pitt just call me gorgeous?

He softly chuckled at your response to his observation, staring daggers into the side of your face.

You decided to divert the conversation to the scene at hand, not knowing what else to say.

“So what were you thinking for this scene?” You inquire, looking back at him.

“I think there’s room for lots of improvisation, and I’m pretty sure Steven kind of wants us to just do our thing.” He answers, punctuating the end of his sentence with another heart stopping smile.

You both just stare at each other for a moment, almost like you were memorizing the exact colour of each other’s eyes.

The director calls over to you two, causing the eye contact to break.

“You guys ready?” Steven asks from behind a camera.

Brad looks at you as if to ask if you were ready. You nodded.

“Ready to rock n roll.” He responds, sauntering onto the set and taking his place on a bar stool in front of a glass of liquid that was supposed to be whiskey.

You stand out of the shot as you were supposed to start the scene by walking into the pub.

You take deep breaths with your head down, which helps you switch into your character. A moment of silence goes by after Steven asks for quiet of the set.

“Action!”

Rusty sits at the counter of the bar, running the tip of his calloused index finger around the rim of the glass placed in front of him. A cigarette hung out of his mouth, which he took a long drag of before tapping the ashes off in the ashtray beside his glass.

He senses someone walk through the entrance without even looking in the direction. The person moves to sit on the stool placed a few inches to his left, bring the smell of a sweet perfume into the vicinity.

“Just a whiskey please.” She says to the bartender, who quickly gets her a cold glass of Jack Daniels.

Rusty turns his head slightly to observe the women next to him, and boy was she beautiful.

She had shoulder length y/c/h and a shirt tight black dress, surprisingly paired with a pair of black sneakers. She brought the small glass up to her lips to take a sip.

“Converse and a cocktail dress? A very bold combo.” Rusty comments, taking a small sip of his drink.

She scoffs, “once you have to wear a pair of 4 inch heels for 5 hours straight, you’ll understand.”

The blonde man chuckles as he shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket, bring out his pack of cigarettes and handing one to the girl.

“Name’s Rusty.” He spoke.

The y/c/h girl looks questioningly at the smoke before hesitantly taking it from his fingers.

“Rachel,” she responds. “got a lighter?”

Rusty once again reaches into the same pocket to grab his lighter, handing it to her.

She thanks him quickly as she puts the cigarette in between her lips and lighting it.

Rusty watches her every move, biting his lip at the way ever red lips hold the cigarette so elegantly.

The girl, Rachel, slides the lighter back to him. She takes a long puff and blows of the smoke.

“Long day?” She asks Rusty, turning her head to meet his gaze. The crew needed one more member to make everything work, and they just couldn’t seem to find one. That day had been pretty stressful for him.

“Something like that.” He responds, taking another large gulp of his whiskey. “You too?”

“Yeah.” Is all she says, paired with a small laugh.

Rusty moves to grab the ashtray for her, setting it in between them. She smiles in thanks.

“I work at a casino.” Rachel says after a minute of silence. This peeked Rusty’s interest. Maybe this is the final member they need.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, rising his eyebrows at her asking her to continue.

“I’m a poker dealer for rich guys that come to blow their money on card games and booze.” She smiles, finishing her cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.

“Which casino?” Rusty asks, hoping it was the one he was thinking of.

She swallow the liquor in her mouth before responding, “The Bellagio.”

Rusty couldn’t help the smirk that appeared across his lips. Fucking finally.

“Question.” He starts, waiting for a sign to continue.

“Shoot.” Rachel says, matching the smirk on Rusty’s face. She waits eagerly for the question on the tip of the blonde’s tongue.

“Would you ever,” He begins, trying to find a more discreet way to ask the question, but ultimately he decides to just stay it straight out. “Would you ever consider robbing it?” He inquires, fully prepared to divert the conversation to something else in case she questions him.

But the smirk playing on her features never fades. Rachel thinks for a second, “you’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” Rusty confirms, still anxious to see what she might say.

After several seconds of silence, she responds with a “I’m in.”

“Cut!”

And just like before, the crew scrambles around set to get ready for the next shot.

You stand up from your spot on the bar stool and walk to where you were standing g when Brad had greeted you, just to make sure you weren’t in the way.

“You were amazing.” Brad compliments you as he leans against the wall beside you.

You smile contently, turning to look up at him. Of course, he was smiling too. His blue eyes burned into your y/c/e ones, causing butterflies to once again erupt in your stomach.

The butterflies move to your chest once he grabs ahold of your for arm. Your mind is going crazy, thinking about what he will say to you next. While you were in your own head, Brad smirks at you as he asks what you never thought he would ever ask you.

“How about when we’re done here today we go get some coffee?”

But before you can really say anything back, your assistant calls you from across the set.

“Y/n, your next scene is coming up, we gotta go!”

You quickly tell her you’d be right there, turning back to Brad. His hand still had a firm grip on your arm, not letting you go until he got a clear answer to his question.

“Yeah, I would love that.” You smile softly at him. And with that, he let your arm fall from his grasp and leant down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll see you later, darlin.” He says before pushing himself off of the wall and walking to the back for a cigarette.

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing he said to you. You just couldn’t wait to see him later.

I sincerely apologize for all the changes in tense😭I’m horrible at sticking to one so I hope it didn’t bother y’all too much <3 also lmk if you liked it!!