#marla singer x reader

[yns-world]

Fight Club Characters As Your Fans

Pairing: Fight Club Characters x Actor!GN!Reader

Context: You are a newly-debuted actor rising in the charts, you have several films to your name and you just starred in the release of a sports film. In this imagine, the Fight Club characters are your fans. 

Warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, death, slight nsfw

Jack Moore (The Narrator)

His life was dim for months--he’s been running on autopilot before he saw one of your earlier films. This was a darker film, dealing with the psyche of an unstable person. To land that role during your debut season was astounding, but your performance even more so.

Jack was sucked in from the moment you entered the screen. He found comfort in your character and rewatched that film multiple times that same week he discovered it. 

Of course, by the time he finds your other films, that’s all he’ll watch. 

Day and night, from sunup till sundown he’ll stay glued to his couch, his eyes never once leaving your figure.

When he isn’t watching you, he’s at work constantly replaying images of you in his mind. He has this little pretend-play in his mind where he works hard at his job so that he could make you proud when he comes back home. 

You definitely didn’t help his insomnia. It got worse over time--Jack refused to sleep when he could feign a parasocial relationship with you on the screen. 

As the promos for your new sports film were circulating, that was around the same time he discovered you. He was obsessively looking up and gathering all the promotional merch--the massive posters of the film, the solo shots of you in athletic wear, even going so far as buying the unrealistically-priced athletic clothes you sponsored. Why? It’s not like he even works out, or has any penchant to. But it made him happy. 

Jack’s obsession took no time to spiral into something dangerous for him and his health--beyond the insomnia, it was clear that he was unable to tell the difference between an actor and a character.

And he was utterly ruined when he heard rumors that you were possibly dating the hunk of a co-star from your latest movie. Regardless of the hundreds of dollars he had spent collecting anything and everything related to you--in that single moment, he felt a seething betrayal plunge right into his chest.

His airways closed up, his chest tightened, he thought he was having a heart attack. He genuinely thought he was going to die.

At that moment, he knew that he had to stay away from articles in order to protect his own (in)sanity. He couldn’t afford another scare like that again. 

He’d most likely never show his face at one of your meet-up events, but he’d definitely buy out all the merch and autographs you have to offer just to hoard them in his room.

Finally, when your highly-anticipated film hits the theatres, Jack had already bought his ticket for the first possible viewing and liked to imagine that he was on a date with you. 

Despite Jack’s unsound infatuation with you, nobody knows a single thing about it. He doesn’t utter a word about you, your upcoming film, nothing. When his coworkers mention your new film as light conversation, he brushes off the topic and they think nothing of it. 

When he gets home, he’ll have a near-panic attack--he knows you’re an up-and-coming actor, both stunning and talented, but to be recognized in public by people who don’t even love you the way he loves you is blasphemous.

Jack is infatuated with you in the way he believes that you are his and he is yours--it's exhausting to live in a world that doesn’t see this truth. 

Tyler Durden

Tyler is less obsessive--at least, at the start. 

Upon stumbling on one of your films, he thought it was mediocre and only stayed because he thought you were hot. 

Definitely rubbed one out to you in that movie

He’ll rummage through your discography here and there when he’s bored when he wants to get off

As he goes through your movies and you progress into deeper, darker films, he begins to appreciate your sentiments and performances.

Unlike Jack who is more obsessed with the characters and their personalities, Tyler is more inclined to get a taste of who you truly are. Where do your morals lie? How does your brain work? What is your outlook on this damned world?

He’ll scour every inch of this planet to find interviews--published or not--search for articles, and even hunt down obscure internet posts of yours from when you were a teen to add to his ever-growing profile.

When he learns that you are more of an anarchist and nihilist than the industry would like to let on, he becomes a devout follower.

Tyler is not one to fall into the materialistic and idolistic ways of Hollywood, but he knows that there is a distinct message that you are able to bring to the world if done properly. 

Maybe you are actually trying to send a message to the world, or maybe it’s Tyler’s own delusion--regardless, Tyler has found his Messiah.

With the release of your new film, it’s easy for Tyler to find and track your movements. There is always a shadow behind you--in the bushes, across the street, hidden in the flashing crowd--and you can hire as much security as you want, but you’ll never be rid of it unless it wants to leave you.

This haunting presence will mess with your mind, ruin your sleep schedule and therefore delay production--Tyler’s very existence around you will be the first domino to fall--The Beginning of The End of Hollywood.

It’ll be up to you whether you work with him willingly or not--you will either meet a devastating death as a “young, budding actor” who “did not deserve to die”, or you and Tyler will burn down an industry, damn either of your lives or names.

Marla Singer

Marla first meets you behind a window glass for a TV shop. Your latest sports movie playing on all the box televisions--your body moving in sync across all screens, your lips mouthing words that were rendered silent.

A smirk wound itself on her lips as she exhaled smoke. You were cute. 

After that initial encounter, your presence was plastered all over billboards and advertisements. 

Marla would rather die than ever admit it but when she goes grocery shopping shoplifting, she sneaks one of the magazines by the register into her coat before leaving.

Once she gets home, she falls back on her bed and flips open the latest edition of this magazine--you posing on the front page, with the words “Behind the Screen: A Look into Y/N L/N’s Life!” boldened.

With a lit cigarette hanging from her mouth, Marla flips through the pages and actually finds herself engrossed with you. 

She’s the calmest of the three when it comes to this, and she’s also most likely to actually get a real, genuine interaction with you. 

One day, a few weeks after the release of your film, she’ll be walking around the city aimlessly and shoulder-checking a stranger that was speed-walking and not paying any sort of attention.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, asshole!” Marla yells, as was her knee-jerk reaction, but immediately felt the blood drain from her face as the stranger turned around. 

“I’m sorry.” The stranger spoke, finally stopping and taking a good look back at Marla.

Fuck. Marla thought, her mouth agape. 

“N-no, I’m sorry. I’ve had such an insane week, I-” Marla rushed to undo her wrongs but the stranger just smiled and laughed, patting her shoulder in good faith. 

“It’s completely fine. I get it. I’d curse me out too.” The stranger outstretched their hand for Marla to take. 

“I’m Y/N. It’s been a while since I’ve been back to this city.” 

Marla hesitantly took your hand, still in a shell-shock but conscious enough to respond.

“Marla. She paused before fumbling around in her coat pocket for her pack of Marlboros. "Want a smoke?” That was Marla’s best attempt at a conversation with a stranger/flirting in general. Luckily for her, you gladly accept. 

The days when you aren’t flying around for film shoots, you’re back in the city and smoking a late-night cigarette with Marla as she fills you in on the tragedy that is this wretched town. She’s the one part of your life that isn’t controlled or connected to the industry, and you’ll credit her with saving your sanity--to which she’ll throw you a dirty look and call you insane.

She doesn’t want you to know just how much you mean to her--another gut reaction and defense mechanism from her. She puts up a front for everyone in her life, but around you she can just be a person--stupid, idiotic, addicted, flawed, but ultimately, a human being.

Over time though, the two of you will peel away your masks and fraudulent identities around each other.

Who knows, maybe she’ll even introduce you to your two biggest fanboys if you’re so inclined.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! if you did, please consider reblogging since it helps my account! :)

DON'T BE A GHOST READER!!!! i would love to hear your thoughts and opinions, and comments are what keep writers going <3

i’m open to fight club requests!!! send in what you wish <3

my inbox and messages are always open :P

[strawbby-shortcake]

✯ 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."

[END]

[xldioer]

I miss when Bellatrix and Helena’s other characters were more popular.

Not my gif btw but I miss her being more popular like more people start like obsessing over her fr

[hotpinkboots]

I already write with:

Red Harrington Bellatrix Lestrange Emily Madame Thenardier Rose Weil Julia Hoffman The Red Queen (Iracebeth) Mrs. Lovett

So you can request with any of them, but I'm looking to add new Helena characters in.

Note: If you select the "other" option, make sure you tell me in the comments/message me what character you want, otherwise your vote won't have helped me out.

[esouliie]

have you watched fight club? because I really have this idea in my head a Wanda x reader fic, but unfortunately I am not talented enough to write it...just imagine...

The Narrator is Wanda, Marla Singer is the Reader and, Tyler Durden is the Scarlet Witch.....also the Narrator in the movie had done some things that is so(kinda?) Wanda coded... Also the ending of the movie is Wanda and Reader coded....

'where is my mind' by the Pixies could literally be Wanda's theme song....

naurr i’ve not seen fight club unfortunately :(( but omg i’ve listened to where is my mind and yes that so could be her theme song!

[carters-coffee]

Imagine Marla staying at a nice house for the first time

Word Count: 325

"Is this supposed to be your coffee maker?" Marla asked, curiously poking at the machine. It beeped a few times and she jerked her hand back.

"Uh, yea." You answered distractedly. You were busy at the stove making breakfast.

"It looks like something out of a damn sci-fi movie." She started to light a cigarette, but you quickly plucked it out of her mouth.

"Not inside." You lightly scolded.

She cocked her eyebrow at you, then turned to look around the kitchen. "Yea, I suppose it'd be a shame to stink up a place like this."

'A place like this' happened to be your house. You had brought her here last night after finding her on the side of the street, rambling about how she had been evicted from her apartment. She had clearly taken something, maybe one too many prescription meds,and you practically had to drag her to your place. By the time you got through the door, she had all but fallen asleep on your shoulder. You had ran a cold bath for her and sat with her in bed until morning, so she was only just now really seeing what your house looked like. She almost reminded you of a child, roaming around and fidgeting with things here and there. Looking in your fridge. Tracing her fingers along the counter.

"I haven't stepped foot in a house this nice in a long time."

You glanced over at her, unruly hair and thrifted dress slung over her frail figure. She looked out of place in your sleek and shiny kitchen.

"Well you're welcome to stay here as long as you like." You offered, placing a plate of food on the table.

She paused her fiddling and looked over at you in surprise. "Stay here?"

"Yea. At least until you get on your feet again." You nodded towards the plate, indicating that it was for her. She took a seat.

"Thank you."

****

For anon

[yns-world]

fight club masterlist

narrator

not everything that glitters....

fight club characters as your fans

tyler durden

fight club characters as your fans

marla singer

fight club characters as your fans

[strawbby-shortcake]

"What Animal Do You Think You Could Take in a Fight?" ✧˚ · . [all gn! reader]

☽｡⋆ JACK/THE NARRATOR You and Jack were sitting outside at a quiet cafe and there were little to no civilians passing by. He looked up towards the sky with his black shades and sighed. He seemed to be bored.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face and his gaze met yours. Well, you weren't actually sure if he was looking at you. You couldn't tell where his eyes were, only that he tilted his head.

"What," Jack mumbled.

Someone's cranky today. As he is, like, literally every day.

"What animal do you think you could take in a fight?" you asked.

Jack scoffed and shook his head, "Oh my god. How much time do you have?"

You shrugged and checked your imaginary watch.

"According to my calculations... all day."

He took off his sunglasses and stared at you intensely.

"Honestly speaking, maybe an armadillo."

ੈ✩‧₊˚ MARLA

You coughed as Marla blew cigarette smoke in your face. She never did stop smoking, even though every time you saw her, she promised to quit.

"I'll quit smoking forever next week, okay?" she teased, knowing full well she won't.

"Hell will freeze over before that ever happens," you laughed.

She playfully swatted your shoulder, and you threatened to take her cigarettes as payback. She quickly hid the carton to protect them from you.

"Hey, Marla, what animal do you think you could take in a fight?"

Marla glanced at you and smiled. You could see her sharp cheekbones clearly.

"You," she replied, blowing another puff of smoke at you.

Your eyes watered as you resisted the urge to cough. Fanning away the cloud with your hand, you gave her a "seriously?" look.

She simply cocked her head like a puppy and grinned.

シ TYLER DURDEN

Tyler was getting his waiter outfit on for his late night shift, and you were fixing his bowtie. He didn't know how to tie it correctly around his neck.

"What animal do you think you could take in a fight?" you asked, tightening the bow.

Tyler adjusted his sleeves and pondered for a moment. Before answering, he took a deep breath and placed both hands on your shoulders.

"That's a very good question. In fact, I'm glad that you asked. See, I think I'm strong enough to take any animal in a fight- especially gorillas. The whole point of fighting the animal is not to win, but to become the animal yourself. This is how you achieve great results, and scars. I've never fought any animals before. I think I should try it someday. Actually, this gives me an idea. We could release all the animals out of the public zoos! We could form an animal fight club. Instead of them eating stale peanuts, they'll finally taste sweet revenge against those that ridicule them. And let's not forget..."

You zoned out for a couple minutes while he was ranting. Maybe you shouldn't have asked Tyler that question right before he had to leave.

"...and what an amazing question that was! Thank you, truly. I know what my next objective is now. While I'm gone, I need you to search 'how to help animals escape from the zoo without anyone seeing.' Okay? Wonderful," he concluded.

He quickly left the house with a task assigned for you. You guess that there was no other choice than to complete it. In Tyler We Trust.

ʚɞ ROBERT "BOB" PAULSON

You and Bob were sitting on a park bench watching birds fly around, peck at the ground, and chirp. He seemed focused on them for some reason.

"Psst, Bob," you whispered, nudging his arm with your elbow.

"Hm? Yes? Oh, what do you need?" he asked, turning his attention to you.

He's got a serious case of sweaty pits.

"What animal do you think you could take in a fight?"

Bob's eyebrows furrowed as he tapped his chin like an enlightenment thinker. Talk about using brain power.

He raised one finger in the air and declared, "I choose peace."

"That wasn't the question, Bob," you chuckled.

"Doesn't matter, I choose peace. I love the animal kingdom. I would never hurt a fly nor an alligator."

He had a point; he couldn't harm a fly even if he tried. And he did try once, but poor Bob burst into tears before swatting it.

What a sweetheart.

[END]

[strawbby-shortcake]

★ COMFORT HEADCANONS (part 1)! ★ [with the fight club characters!]

: ̗̀➛ how they would treat you when you're sick

☁︎ TYLER DURDEN

Tyler would be there for you literally 24/7. You want something to eat? He'll get it for you. Tired? He'll make the bed nice and comfy for you to lay on. He's literally the definition of "acts of service."

He's not a germaphobe. There's no way. He digs into liposuction dumpsters, so a little sickness isn't going to freak him out. He'll be glued by your side and even let you sleep on him.

If you refuse his kisses because you don't want to get him sick, he'll just kiss your cheek or your forehead all the time.

He's the type to hold your hair or rub your back if you start throwing up. He won't look at you, tease you, or make jokes. Even though it's in his nature to be a bit of a jackass, he's super kind in those moments.

While he believes rest is important, he'll make you get out of bed and get some sunshine. It doesn't have to be for long, but you have to at least go outside for fresh air.

He most definitely told the Fight Club members/Space Monkeys to leave him the fuck alone while he was gone taking care of you.

☁︎ JACK (THE NARRATOR)

This poor baby doesn't really know what to do at first since he's never really taken care of someone before. He tries his best though! However, he'll panic if you start coughing a lot because he thinks you're dying.

Once he's got the hang of it, he's a really good caretaker! He'll offer you tissues, blankets, and any other essentials you need. He will also offer to sit with you and put on your favorite show or read to you.

Unlike Tyler, this guy is a bit of a germaphobe, but that's because his immune system is so weak since he doesn't get enough sleep. He won't really kiss you or hug you for long periods of time, but he won't ignore you either. Maybe you'll get a quick forehead or knuckle kiss.

He'll take time off from his job and Fight Club to be at home with you. You're more important to him than anything else.

He will cry if you throw up. And he'll probably gag and throw up too. Just saying.

If you find yourself unable to sleep comfortably, he'll eventually snuggle with you. A week later, you'll be the one taking care of him because he got sick.

☁︎ MARLA SINGER

Marla doesn't realize that you're sick until a few days later. You know her, she's a bit sporadic at times. When she eventually gets home and sees you pale and coughing, her mothering nature kicks in.

She makes sure you're fed, hydrated, and well rested. She won't leave you alone- not even for 10 minutes. If she has to run out to get something though, she makes you promise that you'll stay in bed.

Marla only cares about you getting better, so she ignores everyone else. She'll have like 15 missed calls, but she doesn't mind. They could wait.

Under her care and supervision, you get better within a week! Marla knows how to take care of people, so it's only natural that she knew how to take care of you.

She does ask for a pack of cigarettes as a "thanks." That's all she wants- oh, and Twizzlers.

She tells you to wear your sweater wherever you go so you don't catch a cold again.

☁︎ ROBERT "BOB" PAULSON

He always has cough drops in his pockets, so he'll offer some to you. There's a variety of flavors to choose from. (His personal favorite is vanilla honey.)

Bob is the type of person to carry you to and from bed, place cold/hot washcloths on your forehead, and attend to your every need.

He'll let you cry in his shirt if you feel extremely sick. He might cry too, but that's just Bob being Bob.

He makes the BEST chicken noodle soup, there's no doubt about it. You'll be having a bowl of it at least twice a day.

He might bring you to the support groups while you're sick so that you get to experience the meditation part of it.

Probably spoon feeds you too.

☁︎ ANGEL FACE

He writes you a "get well soon" card and leaves it on your nightstand.

An extreme germaphobe. He won't go anywhere near you.

Okay so maybe he goes to check on you ONCE...or twice...okay maybe he's really worried about you so now he won't stop checking on you.

Holds your hand and pouts because you're not well enough to give him attention.

Gives you strawberry-flavored cough medicine.

Gets "sick" after you recover because he wants to be taken care of.

[strawbby-shortcake]

"Welcome, what would you like?" ✰ X GN READER! ✰

[♡ Marla, Tyler, and Jack order at a cafe you work at. ♡]

✧.* Marla ✧.*

You never expected to receive any customers since it was an awfully slow day. The cafe was dimly lit with a few chairs and a table in one corner, and a broken record player in the other. You stood around fiddling with one of the bleached coffee filters until the door chimed and a sliver of sunlight creeped into the building for a split second.

A skinny, disheveled woman walked up to the counter and glanced at the menu, then you, then the menu again, and then back to you.

"Hello, what would you like?" you asked, giving her a small smile.

She took a long drag of her cigarette while looking around the cafe. You noticed that she had messy, black hair, slept-in makeup, and a silk night gown of sorts on.

"Something dark, like my soul," she said with a scratchy voice. Probably from the smoking, you guessed.

You simply nodded at the woman and grabbed a cup and a marker.

"Your name?"

"Why the hell do you need my name? It's emptier in here than it is on Paper Street at midnight," she croaked.

You stared at her, your eyebags mirroring hers, and didn't respond.

"Marla. Marla Singer."

You wrote her name on the cup in thick, black letters. Getting her order correct wouldn't be a hard task at all. You brewed a fresh cup of the strongest coffee you could find and gave it to her.

She glanced at your handwriting on the cup. "I'm not paying for this, but here," she said as she laid a torn piece of paper and two quarters on the counter. "...thanks," you responded, grabbing the items and pocketing them.

Marla hurried out of the cafe like an alley cat, not glancing back at you even once.

✰ ✰ ✰ Tyler ✰ ✰ ✰

The record player in the cafe was attempting to play a Pixies vinyl, but it was so scratched up that it sounded more like nails on a chalkboard that it did music. A few customers came and went, the usual cappuccino or grande latte.

The bell that was tied loosely onto the door handle chimed and fell with a sad clank as a tall, nicely-tanned man walked in. He didn't even bother picking up the bell. The man strolled and leaned over with one elbow resting on the countertop and the other on his waist.

Upon closer inspection, he had multiple cuts and bruises on his face and mid-section (which was clearly visible since he was wearing a crop top). Was he even wearing underwear? You didn't ask questions, because frankly, you don't get paid enough to.

He slid his red glasses to the tip of his nose and stared into your eyes. He had a faint black eye. Maybe from fighting, or falling down the stairs.

"Hello, what would you like?"

The man gave you a wide grin, but you noticed there was dried blood on his lips.

"Just your heart, gorgeous," he said with a wink.

You looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows. Who even is this guy?

"Yeah, not happening," you said.

He clicked his tongue and placed both hands on the counter, looming over you.

"You sure I can't convince you?" he whispered lowly.

He leaned in and parted his lips, causing you to place a muffin into his mouth. He jolted in surprise and looked bewildered.

The man scoffed and made his way out of the cafe. He took the muffin with him though. He threw a card onto the floor and kicked the door open with his foot.

After he was no longer in sight, you went over and picked the card off the floor. It was a business card that said: "Paper Street Soap Co. All Natural. Handmade. (288) 555-0153. Tyler Durden. 537 Paper Street • Bradford • 19808."

"Tyler Durden." Interesting.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Jack (The Narrator) ੈ✩‧₊˚

A man dressed in a suit and black shades has been sitting in the cafe for the whole afternoon. Not once has he gotten up to order anything. He just sits there reading his newspaper, sometimes dozing off for a few minutes, or mumbling about some club.

You decide to walk up to him and make small talk, or at least offer him a coffee. There was no one else here, so you didn't see the harm in letting him stay a little longer.

"Hello," you said as you stood in front of the table he was sitting at.

The man looked up at you, acknowledged your presence with a "hmm," and went back to reading his paper.

"Do you want any coffee or anything? What would you like?" you tried again.

The man placed his newspaper on the table firmly and stared at you menacingly. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept for days, some light stubble, and a mole on the bottom of his right cheek.

You stepped back from the table and shrugged.

"Oh well, I tried," you sighed.

The man got up and left his newspaper behind. He left the cafe with a low "see you."

You grabbed the newspaper and noticed a "HELLO my name is: JACK" label that was stuck onto one of the pages. You kept the newspaper in case he ever came back again.

[END]