✯ Showing Fight Club Characters Memes ✯[all gn! reader]
❀ Marla ❀
You and Marla were sitting inside the laundry mat waiting for some careless person to leave their clothes behind. The two of you rarely hung out or spoke, but when you did, it was to steal jeans and sell them. Marla used the money for cigarettes and you used it for snacks. It was sort of like "bonding time" between you and her. Not that Marla would admit that- or you.
She was getting restless waiting, and she didn't have any cigarettes on her, so she needed a distraction.
"Hey, show me something funny," Marla said, resting her head on your shoulder.
You glanced at her messy hairdo and chuckled.
"Sure," you replied.
You got out your phone and starting scrolling through your gallery. A meme that you made of Jack sleeping popped up. Marla's eyes widened and she started to laugh. She laughed for a while until she had a coughing fit.
"Maybe you should quit smoking," murmured.
"Over my dead body."
✭ Jack ✭
Jack was dozing off in his office cubicle, as usual. You were his co-worker and thought he could use a funny photo to look at while attempting to stay awake.
"Excuse me?" you whispered, gently nudging him.
"Wha-! Huh?" Jack jerked awake and looked around frantically.
"Woah, take it easy. It's just me."
Jack looked at you wearily and rolled his eyes. He was always in such a terrible mood. To be honest, he looked like he hadn't slept at all. Maybe that's why he's irritable.
You showed him a cat meme on your phone, "Here, I thought you could use a nice laugh today!"
He stared at the photo blankly, but didn't give you a response.
"Uhm... okay then, see you tomorrow," you said, quickly exiting his area.
✦ Robert "Bob" Paulson ✦
It was another full house at the testicular cancer support groups. You didn't understand why you were there. Maybe you were curious. A big man with an even bigger chest made his way towards you. His name tag said "BOB" in bold letters.
As soon as he got within two feet of you, he enveloped you in a bear hug. He smelled oddly of a mixture of sweat, perfume, and wood. You were being crushed, but patted him on the back since he was sobbing. Maybe because of his testicular cancer, or he got it removed. Either way, he was in dire need of cheering up.
"Hey, do you want to see something funny?" you asked.
Bob looked at you with teary eyes and nodded.
You showed him a meme from your gallery and he laughed slightly. You were about to put you phone away when he suddenly starting swiping from over your shoulder. Personal pictures, tax documents, the whole sha-bang. Bob saw it all. Did he care? Probably not. He just wanted to scroll.
⍟ Angel Face ⍟
You and Angel Face met at Lou's Tavern one evening. He was a simple-minded guy, seemed to be the highlight of everyone's night, and was easy-going. You two had run out of things to talk about, so you decided to show him a meme from your gallery.
"Oh, what's this?" he questioned.
"It's just a silly picture I saved."
He snatched your phone from your hands and looked at it closely. You tried to grab it back but he jumped away from you.
"What's your deal, man?" you fumed, "that's my phone."
"I'm just trying to get a better look at it!" Angel Face whined.
You sighed and shook your head, there was no use in trying to get it back at this point.
✴ Tyler Durden ✴
Tyler was working on his famous pink soap- the "yardstick of civilization," as he would call it. Lots of high end stores bought from him. He never told you the secret ingredient though.
He'd been silent for quite some time, only humming once in a while or whistling. You decided, like any good friend should, to interact with him and show him some memes.
"Tyler, hey man, wanna see something funny?" you asked.
You poked him in the shoulder a few times before he pushed your hand off.
He took his cigarette from his mouth and paused his soap making.
"What do you want?"
"I was trying to show you something, jerk face," you replied.
Tyler didn't even bothering looking up, he just continued to fiddle with glycerin. You guess that his reaction was to be suspected since he never really listened to you in the first place.
You sighed, "Whatever."
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