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Edward Norton as The Narrator Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher

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“Edward Norton has some of the best bags under his eyes. I mean naturally, he kind of just has these circles. He was perfect for this.” - David Fincher

Edward Norton as The Narrator FIGHT CLUB (1999) dir. David Fincher

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Sleepy (Narrator x Reader)

You knocked on the door, waiting until you heard a soft "Come in." to let yourself in. You'd been dating Tyler since college, so nearing a decade. However, he'd been suffering from severe insomnia lately. That along with the stress of his job, and life in general...he wasn't doing too good. You tried to give him space but he always requested your presence.

You drop your purse and make your way over to the couch where he's sprawled out in a white t-shirt and boxers, mouth wide open as he stares mindlessly at the TV. Exhaustion covered every crevice of his face and it broke your heart to see him like that. "Ty?" You stood in front of him. He averted his eyes to meet yours and licked his lips, giving you a small smile. He sits up on the couch and turns the tv off, patting the cushion where his head had just been. You sit down next to him and he pulls you in for a short but sweet kiss.

"How was work?" He asks. "Eh, same old shit. Did you get any rest last night?" You ask, using one hand to brush his hair back out of his face. "I think I got maybe 45 minutes?" He sighs. You frown and pull him into you. He adjusts his position so that his head is in your lap. He stares up at you with tired, sad eyes, and your heart breaks at the sight.

"I wish I could help you…" You frown.

He laughs a little. "You help me by being here."

You aimlessly start rubbing his hair back, which turns into you slowly massaging his scalp with your fingernails. He lets out a small whimper and you look down.

"What?"

"That feels really good."

You smile and continue the repetitive motion, laying your head back on the couch.

You two engage in a meaningless conversation, until he stops replying. The sound of soft snores causes you to look down at him, sleeping peacefully in your lap. He's drooling on your leg, but you don't care.

You'd stay like this forever if it meant he'd be comfortable.