Fight Club One Shots

Rainy nights and secret fights | Tyler Durden x Reader

During the exam period, your university's library remains open for the whole night. During the day it is absolutely crowded with desperate students high on caffeine who will bark at you if you dare breathing too loud for their liking. But in the night time, everything hits differently. Besides you, there are only five other people studying. Almost every table is empty and the silence is kind of eerie. You like it though, it makes you feel like you are not here or there but in a liminal space.

This feeling grows every time the neon lights in the ceiling crack with their soft and constant buzzling, like a swarm of flies. The rain sounds are a plus. It helps you concentrate, like a distant and rhythmic background noise.

About three hours after the last remaining guy left, leaving you completely alone except for the lines of shelves filled up with thousands of books, you decide that you've had enough. There's no point in trying to fit more information into your head when your brain is half burned by now. If you were to keep studying, probably your mind would collapse.

After placing all your notes and the books that fit into your backpack, you grab the biggest one and hold it against your chest with your arm. This one is heavy. You check your phone, it's almost 4 a.m.

You walk through the now empty library in the exit direction, only to stop right in front of the double clear doors. It's still raining. No, more than that. It seems that the skies have opened and the water is pouring like it's the end of the world. There are going to be floods if it keeps raining like that, you think.

No one is there to hear you but anyway, you curse softly, under your breath. The walk to your flat will take you at least twenty minutes and with this weather you'll have no chance to get there without turning into a drenched mess. The moment you set foot out of the building you'll be soaked. You check your phone again. It's 4 a.m. now. Should you call Tyler?

He might be awake. You don't know exactly what it is that keeps him awake almost every night. He's not allowed to talk about it and you won't ask. So you have no doubts that he won't be sleeping at this time, like normal people should. After all, your boyfriend wasn't like any other person you had ever met.

You press the calling button and bring the device to your ear. He answers after a few seconds and remains quiet, but you can hear him breathing at the other side of the line.

"Ty, are you busy right now?" Your voice sounds weird in your ears, it breaks the peaceful silence surrounding you.

"Are you alright?" Tyler sounds tense and there is a lot of noise behind him. He's perfectly awake. You bit the inside of your cheek, regretting calling him with every passing second.

"I'm fine, nevermind. I'll call you tomorrow". Before you can end the call, his voice calls your name louder, in a way that isn't aggressive but sounds authoritative enough to make you return the phone to its previous place next to your ear. "Yes?"

"Tell me. You wouldn't have called if it were nothing".

"Well, it's raining like hell and I don't know how to get back home without becoming a soaking mess. I'm at the library, by the way, I don't remember if I told you before. You must be busy, I can hear a lot of noise, it's okay Ty..."

"Wait there," he says and then the call is over.

So you wait sitting in one of the benches in the lobby, from where you can see the street outside. It's uncomfortable and your back hurts, probably not just because of the rigid surface of the bench but also because you've spent the last hours leaning over your notes and books.

It's 4:30 a.m. when Tyler's car stops in front of the library building. The engine is on, he's waiting for you to get in. You try to run to the passenger door as fast as you can without slipping and falling, which would be quite pathetic, while holding the book close to your body in an attempt to protect it from the rain.

The inside of the car is dark and smells like cigarettes and leather, as well as Tyler's scent. It is hard to describe but is inevitably characteristic of him. Is the same smell that lingers in your bed sheets long after he's gone and in the t-shirts that you steal from him.

He doesn't lean over you to give you a kiss. Instead, he stays stoic as he stares at the pouring rain, almost as if he didn't want you to see his face, while he waits for you to get settled. The only thing that you can see of him is his profile and damn him, he looks like a god. Probably not a good one.

Tyler drives in silence to your flat. It's not in the best part of the city but it isn't in the worst part either and the rent is cheap, although it makes kind of sense. Your flat is fine but the building itself looks like a horror movie set.

When he stops in front of your building, it doesn't seem that he's going to say anything so you move your hand really slowly and touch the skin of his wrist with your fingertips, right where the sleeve of his red leather jacket ends. You don't know it but your touch is the softest thing he has felt that night. Tyler turns his head and looks at you in the darkness.

"Do you want to come inside?" You ask him, not sure of what he's going to say, but he nods.

He follows you inside the building. You only know that he is behind you because you can hear his heavy footsteps, as well as the always present smell of his cigarettes. When you look over your shoulder out of habit and catch a glimpse of his face, you can't help but let out a surprised gasp.

It's not like you've never seen Tyler all bruised and covered in blood. Actually, that's kind of normal with him. But this caught you by surprise, you understand now why he didn't even want to look in your direction in the car, so you couldn't see his state.

His face is covered in cuts and the old bruises are hard to tell apart from the new ones. Even his t-shirt under the jacket is drenched in red. The shitty lights of the building hallways don't help, it casts strange shadows to his face, making him look sickly dead. He just gives you an impassive look and keeps smoking.

Once inside your flat, you drop your backpack and the book next to the living room side table and turn around to face Tyler. "Why don't you take a shower?"

He shrugs but listens to you, tossing his clothes on the floor as he walks towards the bathroom. The shower doesn't last more than two minutes but that's enough for you to pick up his bloodied clothes and put them in the washing machine. The blood stains are not going to disappear but at least he'll have clean clothes to wear later. You also grab a bottle of alcohol and some gauze.

Tyler comes out of the bathroom smelling like your favourite shampoo. He's wearing your bathrobe, which is too small for him but he doesn't seem to care. When he sits in one of the chairs around the kitchen table, you can see his balls and dick poking out of the robe.

You stand between his legs, and as carefully as you can, you bring a piece of gauze soaked in alcohol to his face. Now that he has washed away most of the blood you are able to see the open wounds better. He flinches slightly at first but then he relaxes under your delicate hands. When you finish cleaning all the cuts, you caress the skin around them, feeling a knot in your stomach when he closes his eyes and leans his face on your hand. With your other hand you brush your fingers through his hair and he lets out a long sigh.

You don't know what to say. Usually, Tyler is nothing like this. He's energetic and never shuts his mouth, always talking about things that are beyond your understanding. So you say nothing and simply hold him, caressing his cheekbones, his hair, his shoulders.

He grabs the back of your thighs and pushes you a bit closer to him if that's even possible. His hands are calloused and only a couple hours ago he has used them to beat the shit out of a few guys. But the way he touches you is different, he's gentle and soft. He promised himself to keep you out of all the violence, to keep you safe.

Tyler has never told you and probably never will but you are the nicest thing in his life. Suddenly, he opens his eyes, the left one can't be open all the way but it doesn't matter. He leans his chin against your abdomen and stares at your face. There's no need to say anything because when your eyes meet, you can feel how much you mean to him.

It's unspoken but it's there.