Tyler Durden X Reader - Tumblr Posts
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.
why are some of the hottest tv men always the biggest criminals 🧍♀️
like how am i supposed to hate you when you’re ripped, tall, dangerous, blue-eyed with a leather jacket?
“I can fix him!”
Him:
sorry, did you say,
“toxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wanted”?
…
“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:
