❝ ALL MY WORKS FOR BRAD PITT'S CHARACTERS :: other links of interest may be ⸻ main masterlist. intro post. requesting rules.
ᥲᥴhเᥣᥣꫀ᥉ ( troy, 2003 )
favoured human! achilles x godess! reader hcs.
“ ripe grapes ” favoured human! achilles x godess! reader fluff.
“ brought down ” favoured human! achilles x godess! reader smut.
ᖯเᥣᥣᥡ ᥴᥲᥒtꪮᥒ ( too young to die? 1990 )
“ greedy ” billy canton x reader suggestive.
ᥴᥣเƒƒ ᖯꪮꪮth ( ouatah, 2019 )
“ stay down ” cliff booth x reader smut + age gap.
jꫀƒƒɾꫀᥡ gꪮเᥒꫀ᥉ ( 12 monkeys, 1995 )
puppy boyfriend! jeffrey goines x reader hcs.
“ red kisses ” puppy boyfriend! jeffrey goines x reader fluff.
“ sleepiest girl in town ” jeffrey goines x reader x tyler durden fluff.
jꪮhᥒ ᥉ꪑเth ( mr and mrs smith, 2005 )
“ bad boys and good girls ” john smith x reader x jane smith smut.
ᥣᥲdᥡᖯᥙg ( bullet train, 2022 )
“ life saving ” ladybug x reader fluff.
ᥣꪮᥙเ᥉ dꫀ ρꪮเᥒtꫀ dᥙ ᥣᥲᥴ ( iwtv, 1994 )
“ companion ” louis de pointe du lac & reader platonic fluff. (p.i)
“ doll ” louis de pointe du lac & reader platonic fluff. (p.ii)
“ needy ” louis de pointe du lac x reader smut.
“ daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird ” louis de pointe du lac & reader platonic fluff.
“ daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird ” louis de pointe du lac & reader platonic fluff.
ɾᥙ᥉tᥡ ɾᥡᥲᥒ ( ocean's 11, 2001 )
“ the best way to win a man over is.. ” rusty ryan x reader fluff.
“ surveillance duty ” rusty ryan x reader x danny ocean smut.
“ the best hands there are ” rusty ryan x reader suggestive.
“ drunk ” rusty ryan x reader fluff + a lil suggestive.
᥉ꪮᥒᥒᥡ hᥲᥡꫀ᥉ ( f1, 2025 )
“ fast and furious ” sonny hayes x reader smut + age gap.
tᥡᥣꫀɾ dᥙɾdꫀᥒ ( fight club, 1999 )
“ punch drunk kiss ” tyler durden x reader suggestive.
“ fuck it out ” tyler durden x reader smut.
“ that fucking dress ” tyler durden x reader smut.
“ check up ” tyler durden x reader smut.
“ the other (wo)man ” tyler durden x reader x jack the narrator hurt comfort.
“ the favourite ” tyler durden x reader x angel face fluff.
“ handsome stranger ” tyler durden & reader platonic angst hurt comfort.
“ sleepiest girl in town ” tyler durden x reader x jeffrey goines fluff.
“ strays ” wolf hybrid! tyler durden x reader x cat hybrid! jack the narrator fluff.
“ fake cock ” tyler durden x reader smut.
“ rings ” tyler durden x punk! reader x jack the narrator suggestive.
“ don't hold back ” tyler durden x boxer! reader smut.
“ pegame y decime shirley ” masochist! tyler durden x sadist! reader smut.
“ pegame y decime shirley ” masochist! tyler durden x sadist! reader smut.
summary: after a horrid day at work, you are engulfed in a sea of insecurites and start a new diet. but fret not: cliff knows exactly what you need - a heart to heart and his infamous pasta à la cliff.
warnings: language, body dismorphia/body image issues, insecurities, toxic hollywood beauty standards, mentions of eating disorders and diet pills, mean girls & idiot producers, horny flirting, and of course sweet sweet fluff
words: 2.95k
a/n: i kinda escalated on this. planned on making this just a short, sweet exchange with cliff, but dived into some dark feelings for a second. (writing these aweful things about reader was painful but i felt it reflected insecurities honestly. if you feel uncomfortable with ANY of the topics mentions above, please do NOT read. anyways: thanks for reading. hope you enjoy and remember: you are beautiful JUST the way you are, dear angel reader ♡
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Today was just one of those days.
Nothing felt right. Nothing fit right. Nothing looked right. You hated feeling this way but you couldn’t help it. You lived in LA for god’s sake, land of anorexic models and plastic surgery.
It didn’t help that you worked in the movie industry. Working in Hollywood seems like a dream come true at first but after some time it can really take a toll on you if you’re not careful. Everyday you are surrounded by the prettiest of girls and the most handsomest of guys. Not comparing yourself to others at some point was impossible.
You see and hear things in that environment. Things that shatter your naive reality quickly. The newest diet trends, how an actress didn’t fit into her old costume anymore and some retching in the bathroom here and there. Girls were actively trying to tear other girls down. Or worse: hiding their insults as backhanded compliments or “tough love”. All to feel better about themselves. And then there were always producers and executives who felt entitled to making disgusting comments on women in their field and hell, women in general. Those mysogynistic bastards with their bald heads and beer bellies judging women on their looks...the irony.
Most days you didn’t let it bother you. But today was different.
Angrily you sqeezed a lemon with your bare hands, imagining it was her neck. You didn’t care if any pips fell into the cup as well. A drop of the sour juice flew directly into your eye. Shit. It hurt like hell. You quickly wiped it away with a damp cloth. Could this day get any worse?
You remember the devilish looks on their faces, their mocking laughter. And you felt sick to your stomach.
Some coworkers from your newest project decided to humiliate you today. It started out with passing comments on your body, which you ignored like a pro. This wasn't your first rodeo after all. They must have noticed how it seemingly didn’t affect you and turned it up a noch by touching you without permission. Like your body was an object. To do with as they pleased. Touching your breasts, slapping your ass, grabbing your love handles, poking your stomach, -
The screaming noise of the kettle pulled you out of your head, back into reality. Absentmindedly, you slowly poured the boiling water into the lemon juice filled cup. Enjoying the sensation of the citrusy steam on your face. Calming you down for a second.
As if their harrassing touches were not bad enough, the leader of this mean girl clique continued to abuse you verbally as well: “How in the world did an ugly bitch like you get a man? Don’t worry, I’lll be sure to bring some diet pills for you tomorrow, Miss Piggy.”
And that’s how you ended up making yourself some hot lemon water. It was the newest diet tip in the industry at the moment: 1 meal a day and hot lemon water for the rest of it. The sour taste was supposed to distract from cravings and boost your metabolism. Who knows if it really worked. But you were feeling desperate, your self esteem at an all time low. You would try everything and anything to change the way you looked and felt and drinking sour tea sounded better than starving or pushing fingers down your throat.
Oh, how you wish, you could have slapped a good comeback line into her face. Even now, a good comeback escaped you. Well, a real slap in her face would have been satisfying as well. You smile inwardly at the thought. But the smile quickly disappears as her words echoed in your head again.
“Miss Piggy”
That bitch. It made you so angry and frustrated. But partly because you knew she was right.
Compared to them you looked huge and deformed. Feeling like a whale in a fish tank.
And then you thought of Cliff. Your biyfriend was so hot. SO. Hot. You don’t any clue yourself how you got a man like that. How could he want to be with someone like you? Just as the thought entered your mind, you decided to push it away. Positive reframing of bad thoughts was supposed to help, right? You read it in some self help book lying around a waiting room somewhere.
Cliff loves you. You know he does. He tells you that all the time.
But a small voice inside your head was screaming at you, telling you to stop being so fucking naive. To hide from him and leave before he realizes what an ugly monster you are.
Just as your anxiety started to spiral, you heard rustling keys unlock the door of the trailer. Still standing in the small kitchen corner, your body turns around, your back facing the door. You didn’t want him to see you. To look at your hideousness. Wishing to be invisible.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You hear keys being thrown onto the table and his boots clanking on the trailer floor.
“Hey.”
You don’t turn around. Concentrating on the warmth of the beverage in your hands in order to distract yourself from crying.
“Where is my hello kiss?”
Okay. You can do this. Confidence.
You take a deep breath and walk over to the handsome man, your eyes fixed on the floor until you stand right in front of him. Your gate has noticably less pep than usual, so unlike your cheerful self. Cliff looked at you questionably, a brow raised.
You give him a very quick kiss to the cheek, rushed and impersonal, before walking back into the kitchen area. Cliff was left more confused than before.
“Okay, spit it out. What did I do wrong this time?” He said as he sighed deeply, his full focus on you.
You didn't reply. You couldn't. No words were coming out of your mouth as if you had lost your voice.
“Did I forget to take out the trash again?”
You shake your head. Body turned away from him, staring into your lemon tea.
“Did you want me to pick up something from the store?”, he inquires scratching his head.
Your head shakes no again.
Damn, what the fuck could it be. You are so sleeping on the couch today, dude, Cliff thought to himself.
Finally he says: “Look. If this is about Rick's birthday party. I told you, I didn't know he would hire those strippers -”
“No. It's not…You didn't do anything wrong.” You’re perfect, you think to yourself.
Finally words managed to free themselves from your mouth. But now, you wished you had stayed mute because they were filled with sadness as you couldn't hold your tears anymore.
Cliff is taken aback slightly. His body language softens and he turns you around gently so that he can look into your eyes.
“Hey…hey, what's the matter, sweetheart?”
He holds your face in his big rough hands now, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead.
That sweet display of affection only makes it worse and you cry even harder.
Before you can make sense of the whole situation you are in a tight embrace. In his arms you can let go completely. All pent-up emotions crashing upon you. Everything those girls said and did to you.
Cliff lets you cry. Holding you tightly, thumbs drawing calming shapes onto your back. His sturdy frame eventually stabilizes you and pulls you out of the emotional storm.
“You okay, honey?” he asks with concern in his voice.
“Yeah. Thanks. I just…I had a really bad day.” You say chuckling a little. Your old self reappearing slowly.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Cliff has a firm grip on your shoulders now, trying to make direct eye contact as if to catch any kind of facial expression that could alert him.
“No, I'm good. Really. Work was just…work and I needed a good cry, I guess.”
You try to play it down. As if you hadn't hust had a full-on breakdown. You can tell that Cliff isn't buying it but he doesn't want to push you. Scared you will break down again.
“I know what will cheer you up.”
Your eyes look at him expectantly, your sniffling nose is slightly red. You looked adorable, Cliff thought to himself.
He rumbles through the kitchen to grab a pot. After finding one he triumphantly smiles and says:
“Pasta à la Cliff.”
Your pupils dialate and panic sets in.
“I’m good, thanks.”
Was that nonchalant enough? You hope he let’s the topic go. Explaining it to him sounded like a nightmare come true.
“Why? It's your favourite.”
He halts his movements and studies your face.
“I’m not hungry. That’s all”, you say, taking a sip of your tea.
Okay. Cliff is on high alert now. This does not sound like you at all.
“Where is my girlfriend and what the fuck did you do to her?”, he asks jokingly, trying to conceal his worry under a blanket of humour.
“I’m fine, babe. Just trying something new”, you reply, lifting your cup as if to toast to him.
What the fuck? Now he had proof that the woman in fromt of him was not his girlfriend. Saying no to his infamous pasta and drinking lemon tea?
He leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. A look on his face that screamed: “I will wait all day until you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”
You sigh and roll your eyes. He was not letting this go and you knew it. There was no escaping this situation and you didn't want to be a pussy.
“Okay, look. I’m trying a new diet, so I have to skip dinner. And I would really appreciate it if you respected my decision.”
There. You said it. The cat was out of the bag and you were ready to drop the conversation. Forever.
Cliff’s eyes were still fixated on you, a different emotion hiding behind his expression you couldn’t place. You wish you could read his mind because this silence was making you even more nervous than the exchange before.
Finally, Cliff openend his mouth and said: “I respect you.” Then he turned around, lit a cigarette and continued to pour some water into the pot.
That’s it? That’s all he had to say? You scoffed internally, a bit of anger rising up your throat. A part of you wished he had protested and told you: "No, you don’t need to diet. I love you no matter what you look like."
So you continued: “All the girls at work talk about it. Apparently I will drop 5 pounds a week. I’ve been meaning to lose about 20, so this would be perfect. And I think it might really boost my career.”
Now he scoffed. You looked at him, a glint of fear in your eyes in expectancy of his reaction.
“Are you crazy? Every pound on you is exactly where it should be.”
You gulp, shocked at the words that left his mouth.
“And boost your career, my ass. Tell them to go suck on a cock”, he said before taking a drag of his cigarette.
He was right. You were convinced they wouldn’t be satisfied until each and every women was a size 0 with the perfect face and even then they would find something to take apart: Her legs are too skinny, her armpits are too dark or god forbid - the worst of them all - she has cellulite.
He exhales the smoke in a deep breath and continues with a severity you hardly see in him: “Look, I want to respect your decision. But I want you to know that I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Every curve, every dimple, every pore. It’s perfect. You are perfect. And it breaks my heart that you can’t see that.”
Touched by his honest reaction, you want to return the honesty: “Cliff, I…I don’t know. I just feel so insecure sometimes.” You’re cheeks were red with embarrassment at this point.
That statement earned a hearty laugh from the man in front of you.
“Sweetheart, you think I don’t feel insecure sometimes?”
What? Cliff, the greek god amongst stuntmen…felt insecure?
“You do?” you ask hesitantly, your voice filled by disbelief.
“Fuck yeah. All the time. You think I don’t have insecurities? I am a middle-aged stuntman, who is only one project away from being a has-been. I see new guys come into work every day. Stronger, fitter, more eager, younger joints, better looking.”
You chuckle and say: “No guy is better looking than you.”
“That, sweetheart, might be true.” He winks at you, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. The action fills you with a tingling sensation in your stomach.
“But that doesn’t change the fact that I feel like that sometimes”, Cliff adds with a slightly more serious tone in his voice again.
You were so engrossed in the conversation, you hadn’t noticed Cliff put any pasta into the pot until he poored the boiling water away. The freshly cooked smell of wheat filled your nose, bringing back happy memories of dinner dates in Cliff’s trailer.
“Cliff, I had no idea.” You were at a loss for words, your brain in full overload as you try to process this new information.
“Red or green?” he asks, the topic of your diet officially off the table.
“Red”, you say, your mind in completely different places and he quickly grabs the secret sauce - or Cliff-sauce as he called it - and pours it over the pasta. He takes some already grated cheese and sprinkles it over the pile of noodles.
“Dinner is served, my lady.”
You give him a small smile before both of you head to the black couch, a plate in each of your hands. A fork already in his mouth, Cliff tugs at his jeans before plopping down like a cowboy. Once he has settled he locks his eyes on you, waiting to see your reaction to the food he cooked.
“Dig in.” And you do. It tastes heavenly. It’s not a michelin star meal but Cliff made it, so it tastes like home. However you still eat more hesitantly than usual and Cliff notices.
“What? You don’t like your pasta à la Cliff?”
Your fork prods the sea of noodles. If your mom was here, she would have scolded you for playing with your food.
“No, they taste great.” You weren't lying. They really do. But you can’t help feeling a little weird about eating after a day like today.
“Then why the long face?”, he asks.
Without wasting a single second you burst out the thought that has been weighing on you ever since that “Miss Piggy” comment by that bitch: “Cliff, do you think I’m attractive?”.
“Do I think you are attractive? Sweetheart, you are the hottest woman in LA. Your curves will drive a man crazy. Don’t you see those guys staring at your ass when you walk past? Makes my want to knock their teeth out but fuck, I can’t blame them. Your body brings shame to anyone else claiming to be a woman. ”
Feeling flustered, your cheeks have been tinted by a natural rouge now. The tears from the conversation before have already dried but still, fighting the voices in your head, you open your mouth again: “But I don’t look like these models or -”
“That’s it. We’re going out tonight.”
He puts his plate down and stands up. You are in such a state of shock you have trouble finding any words.
“W-what?”
“You heard me”, he says as he readjusts his belt which had moved from the seated position.
“But I’m not dressed, I’m just in my comfy clothes.” You tug on your pyjama pants as if to demonstrate that you were in no state to go outside right now.
“Then get dressed.” Okay. There was definitely no room for argument.
The look of shock hasn’t left your face. You sit frozen on the leather couch.
Cliff’s voice pulls you out of your trance: “Hey, look at me. You’re my girl. And I want the whole world to know.”
By now, he was kneeling in front of you, his handsome face was right before your eyes. His facial expression was filled with tenderness and love. You swore, you fell in love with him all over again. And his words resonated within you: You were his girl and he was your man. And nothing else mattered right now.
Fuck it, you think to yourself. Let’s go and dance the night away.
Excitedly, you fall forward, hugging his strong upper body tightly, and soon both of your lips are locked into a passionate kiss. Pulling away, you bite your lip, feeling like your heart was jumping out of your chest.
“There she is.”
You chuckle in response, arching your back a little as you laugh.
Cliff speaks up again, this time in a low voice, nearly whispering: “Go. Get your pretty ass dressed and let’s get out of here.”
Giving him an innocent kiss, you make your way across the trailer to find an outfit. Cliff’s eyes never leaving your ass. He really was a lucky guy, he thought to himself.
Rummaging through your clothing, you can’t help but hum your little happy song and imagine what tonight would be like. Going to the theatre, dancing until sunrise or maybe some cocktails with funny names? Honestly, you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that it was you and Cliff. And that made everything else unimportant.
No warnings, just fluff. Obviously, Cliff Booth is not my character. Enjoy!
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The tires of the "64" Volkswagen rolled across the now cooling pavement. The rain pattered against the hood, the windshield wipers working double-time. As Cliff drove through the streets of LA, the radio played the familiar sound Simon and Garfunkel softly.
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine. "
He tapped his index finger along with the music onto the wheel. He was then stopped by the red light up ahead. The darkness of the night around and the rain gave it a more glaring effect than usual.
He glanced out the window to his left, only to be met with the sight of a young girl. A girl he'd seen before. He'd only seen her in passing. She'd be around town. In fact, he found it rather hard not to notice her. Even the way she carried herself was captivating.
She was getting soaked by the rain, her heeled boots clicking against the wet pavement. She ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to keep it from sticking to her face. He watched a small smile on his face. He was then knocked out of his trance by the car behind him, honking its horn. Apparently, she was captivating enough for him to forget all about driving.
He moved forward, pulling over at the start of the next block, leaning over to crank down his passenger window just as she passed.
"Hey!" He shouts over the rain
She turned. Blinking to get the water out of her eyes.
"Do I know you?" She looks at him as if trying to place his face
"No, Need a ride, though? You're looking pretty wet over there." He looks her up and down, not even trying to hide his interest.
"From you, no." She says dismissively. She starts to walk again. He slowly drives beside her. Nobody is parked there this late, so the whole far right lane is clear.
"Aw, come on, now why is that?" Cliff asks, feigning hurt."
"Cause I dont know you, How do I know you're not an axe murderer?" She stops walking to walk closer to the car.
"Well, Im not, you're just gonna have to take my word for it. But i guess if you'd rather stay out in the rain, then I'll jest be on my way."
He pulls forward a few inches.
"Wait!" Her voice calls out, quick steps jogging over to the car.
"Changed your mind, already?" He says with a teasing half-grin
"I guess I'll take your word for it." She says with a soft smile
"Okay then, get in."
She opens the door, sliding into the seat beside him. The car is warm, a nice change from the chill outside. It smells faintly of red apple cigarettes. A harsh smell yet welcoming.
"Hi there." He smiles at her, watching as she makes herself comfortable and settles in. "I'm Cliff, Cliff Booth."
"Nice to meet you, Cliff Booth, Im Amy."
"Where are you headed?"
She tells him her address, and he nods in recognition
"Alright, i know where that is, I can get you there, no problem. It would've been a long walk for you, though."
"Yeah, I was more just walking to the next bus stop. Im newer here, so im still figuring out where everything is."
Cliffs eyes light up at that. "Yeah? Where you from?"
"The country, city life is new to me." She looks out the window
"Well, i'd be happy to show you around sometime." He glances over at her before looking back at the road
"I might just take you up on that,"
They fall into a comfortable silence. She sings along softly to the radio as the rain continues to pour.
"So, what do you do when you're not picking up women on the side of the road?"
He chuckled. "I'm a stuntman."
"Like in the movies?"
"Exactly like in the movies." he smiles
"So you jump off cliffs and buildings for a living," She says matter of factly.
He laughs, he didnt expect her to be that direct, but honestly, he finds it rather endearing.
"That's not exactly how I would've put it, but sure."
The car arrives at her apartment building. She unbuckles her seatbelt.
He turns the key, turning off the engine.
"So, you got a phone number?
"Yeah."
"Well, can i get it? As a reward for driving you home?"
"Hmm... I suppose."
She pulls an old receipt from her purse. It's from some grocery store and writes a series of numbers onto it using an eyeliner pencil. She gently presses that into his hand. He closes his hand, feeling the paper crinkle slightly before he stuffs it in his pockets
"Thanks."
"No, thank you for the ride. You saved me from the rain."
"Well, it's always a pleasure to pick up beautiful gi-."
Then, before he knows it. Her lips are on his. They're soft and sweet, and they manage to do something no one has ever done before. Her lips make Cliff Booth speechless. She pulls away and grabs her stuff, stepping out of the car and waving. He sits there staring, in shock.
"Goodnight, Stuntman!"
He managed to stutter out a small reply, watching as she went into her apartment, now hyper-aware of the number in his pocket. He starts the car, and a slow smirk creeps onto his face. What had he gotten himself into?
Okay, so here it is, i hope you like it. Im so sorry if it's terrible, but the request was amazing!
