#murr x reader
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everlasting vows
Faced by the question and decision of swearing their devotion and love to you, what do they do? A promise that will bind them to you for eternity... Are they willing to go to such lengths for you?
Characters: Everyone (with the exception of riquet and mitile)
Note: I tried making everyone cute to the best of my abilities but some kind of just... slipped. Happy June Bride!
— Oz!
Oz pauses for a moment. He doesn't know what to say. He almost doesn't want to say anything in the moment after letting the thought sink into his mind. He was the most powerful wizard in the world—he already has enough weaknesses as it is with his injury and his love for Arthur but he already knew that you were one of them the moment he realised how helpless he was when it came to you. Asking him to promise you his unwavering loyalty and love was akin to making yourself a target for all his enemies to pounce on just to get a hold over him. He doesn't doubt his feelings for you. He knows that he'll be able to love you till the end of time and beyond but he wanted to make sure: are you certain? You kiss his doubts away gently and that's all he needed.
"Very well. If that is what you wish… I am yours for all eternity."
— Arthur!
He doesn't hesitate. Arthur treated you like his whole world; you were the most important thing to him and having him promise you such a thing brought him immense joy that it almost brings him to tears as he grasps your hands lovingly under the moonlight. He ran his thumb across the back of your palm gently and looked at you with a gaze so soft you could hardly believe that someone could love you this much. There was no one else present in this moment but you in his eyes as he lifted your hand and pressed his lips to your fingers.
"You don't need to ask. My heart has always been ready to love you forevermore."
— Cain!
He's surprised but his expression quickly broke into a huge smile. Sometimes, Cain acted as if he was human, forgetting that his words—his promises—held so much weight behind them. You thought this was one of those instances but Cain merely shook his head and gave you his reassurance. Human, wizard, unicorn, or whatever entity he might be—it doesn't matter to him. In every universe he's in with you, with every version of himself that might exist out there, he'll always take your hand and vow to you. Like a knight swearing that he's hopelessly devoted to you for life.
"I'll protect you. I promise this—I will never leave your side."
— Snow!
He didn't think you were serious the first time you asked him. He was sure you were doing it in the spur of the moment and got carried away by shallow desires that brought sadness to him when all he felt was pure unaltered love and desire to be by your side. He loved you, yes, but if you were asking him with even just a little smidge of doubt—he'll turn you away. He wanted you to be certain. Snow always liked living in certainty; for things to remain constant once he's committed. He doesn't bode well with change and if there's just a small part of you that doubted him, he gets scared. He doesn't want things with you to end terribly. He already experienced far too much grief and pain that change brought to him.
"I'll wait for you. Be it a hundred years or another thousand—I want to see that your feelings for me will not change. But know that I hold you closer to my heart than anyone else… That is the reason why I want to be certain. I do not wish for an unhappy ending for both of us."
— White!
He's overjoyed but it was difficult to miss the hint of bitterness in his expression and tone when he replies to you. He wants to—so badly; so desperately to the point that he felt his heart ache despite being dead. He's driven by his emotions but the weight of reality is heavy on his shoulders and he couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He is not the same man he once was. He felt like he's merely a shadow of himself. A fragment of himself that he can't even tell if it's truly him or not. He wants to—He can. But, are you prepared to accept him for everything he is as he stands? Even if this form of his is fleeting? If you are, then he'll take your hand and never let you go.
"If you're willing to have me for all that I am… I will respond to your feelings with much more fervour. Truly, I love you. I promise you nothing but my heart to be yours."
— Mithra!
Promises; Mithra knew not to make them. He thinks it's troublesome—an unnecessary risk and a waste of time. However, when you asked him, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the equivalent of what marriage was to Tiletta when she was alive. A promise to love someone forevermore… His feelings are not one to waver. His feelings aren't fickle. They were stubborn just as he is and he couldn't help but think to himself that maybe promising himself to you wasn't as bad as it sounds. However, he wanted to make sure that you'd do the same for him. He doesn't want to love so passionately and be responded to by a lukewarm romance. He'd take it if he was desperate but he wants—Northern wizards when they want are terrifying.
"Your unwavering devotion and love. I want it. It's only fair if you promise me that too."
— Owen!
He wanted to dodge the question and disappear into mist but his body couldn't move and he couldn't bring himself to bark out another insult or a snarky comment to mock you. It was a futile question but you asked him anyway, you knew that he would always turn away and try to deny himself of his feelings to protect himself from such a vulnerability. But seeing him hesitate this much made your breath hitch because that proved that there was a part of him that was considering it—that there was a part of him that wanted to swear his love to you, even if it's small. He thought for another minute and that's when it hit him. Why not bind you to himself instead? He wouldn't feel as vulnerable and your desire to be together for eternity will be fulfilled.
"What made you think I'd let myself be chained to you? Let's put it like this… Why don't I put a chain around your neck and bind you to me instead? Come on, promise me."
— Bradley!
He sputtered out incoherent noises for a moment and tried to make sure his ears weren't betraying him. The thought never occurred to him and thinking about it now was something he never thought he would do. Promising his eternal love for someone was heavy—far too heavy for someone like him who liked the feeling of being free. Though it wasn't like he wasn't considering it. He loved you. Dearly. Passionately. Desperately. But a promise can be lethal to a wizard and he's reckless—what if he messes up? What if they take you to have something to hold over his head? What if he puts you in danger? What if he loses his magic and both of you end up getting killed? He doesn't know. He doesn't wanna know. He gives you a ring wordlessly as he slips it into your finger. He'll do this much.
"This ain't what yer probably expectin' but… Take it. I don't want ya to feel like I'm just half-assin' my feelings for ya."
— Faust!
Faust freezes and for a moment he allows himself to hope; to dream of a future with you by his side. He stopped himself and brought himself back to reality and looked at you with a difficult expression. He wanted to but a part of him was afraid—coming to terms with his feelings for you was already difficult as it is but admitting that he wants to believe in something he feels like is out of his reach is something that makes him take a step back. His love was pure but uncertainty was something that stayed in his heart from years before.
"Please… Don't ask me such a difficult question next time. I cannot give you the answer I want to say."
— Nero!
It takes him a moment to process everything but once he did, he covered his face with his hands to try and cover the huge smile that took over his face. He was beyond happy—someone wanted to spend the rest of their life with him? The words may not be exact but he took them as words akin to a marriage proposal and all of a sudden he's left fantasising about what could be. A future with you… It doesn't sound so bad (he's ecstatic). He manages to face you with a calmer expression and gives you a smile.
"If you'll have me, I'd be glad to stay by your side. I'll stay for as long as you want me to—Actually, no, scratch that. You'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life."
— Heathcliff!
His first reaction was his embarrassment telling him to run away but the sincere look in your eyes made him stay in place as he looked at you with an expression just as sincere as yours. He didn't want to respond to your feelings and questions half-heartedly—he didn't want to hurt you. Though how could he ever hurt you when his heart was already set on loving you for the rest of his life? It was difficult for him to say his answer but with the way he took your hand and placed it on his chest, just over where his heart was, you already knew his answer without another word from his lips.
"Of course… I can no longer see myself not being by your side. I love you—that's a promise."
— Shino!
It didn't occur to him that it was a question you have to ask him. In his mind, it was already set to default. He didn't think that there was any need to ask. When he fell in love with you and when you accepted his heart, he already knew that he was bound to you for life. His love and devotion is yours for all time; his blade will have another purpose—to protect you. He just looked at you blankly and raised an eyebrow. All of a sudden the serious atmosphere between the two of you broke when he tilted his head.
"I thought that was already a given, though? No? Well, I'll say it for you if you want me to. My love, loyalty, and devotion… It's all yours forever."
— Shylock!
Shylock was no stranger to indulging selfish requests from all people but there was always a clear line he wouldn't cross unless it was for certain people. He yearned with all of his heart—desperately and passionately. Asking him such a question was akin to asking him to walk straight into his doom. He knew that promising himself to you for all eternity will bring him immense happiness; he'll get addicted. It was as if he was tasting the finest wine he's ever had for the first time. How will he bear to let you go if those unspoken promises finally come to fruition? He'll never let you go. Not even after death.
"Fufu… After hearing such a passionate declaration of love for me, how could I bring myself to refuse you? Prepare yourself—I won't hold back any longer."
— Murr!
His expression didn't change in the slightest. Or perhaps it did, a very miniscule one that escaped your eye. Murr was a mystery no one could solve; he was a constant unpredictable variable. Every word he said to you, every touch he left on your skin, and every kiss he gave you—they were all mysteries. Even his answer to your question was a mystery. Not because he gave you a confusing response as usual but because he was silent. He didn't say anything and just continued smiling at you. For a split moment, you don't know if his eyes were downcast or it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.
"Really, really? You want me? Haha! Maybe that's a love that isn't so fruitless~!"
— Rustica!
Devoted; Rustica was a man full of undying love and devotion. He searched for his missing brides for years without any qualms. There might be a few hiccups here and there but it was undeniable that when Rustica loves, he loves wholeheartedly. Loving you was like a melody he couldn't get enough of—everything he does seems to remind him of you and he thinks to himself: so this is what it feels like to be in love with you.
"I can already hear the bells ringing for both of us. It's a precious melody meant for us… Love suits us well, doesn't it?"
— Chloe!
Chloe wasn't fully aware of the heavy weight of a promise is to a wizard. But his love is pure and he loved innocently, all he knew is how he wanted to be with you and nothing else. And that was enough reason for him to respond to you with a smile on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. He knew this is what he wanted—with a wave of his hand, he'll create the perfect attire for the both of you for your ceremony. Oh? Was he being too hasty?
"Oh! I already know what we'd wear. You'd like a traditional white theme, right—Ah, wait! I never properly responded to you… Yes, a million times, yes! I love you!"
— Figaro!
He thought it was funny that you asked him, an elusive character, such a question. Tying him down to you with a promise of eternal love and unwavering devotion? He was hoping that your positions were switched where he's the one asking you that instead. He found himself unable to answer you as he ran a finger through his hair and let out a deep sigh. He avoided looking into your gaze but when his eyes finally wandered and saw yours, he felt a little bit of his resolve break—he felt like he was going crazy. Maybe he is going crazy. A smile crept up his face.
"Do you want me that much? It feels nice to be wanted… by you. Haha, I don't know anymore. Maybe I will. Take responsibility for me, okay?"
— Lennox!
He doesn't speak much but his actions said more than his words ever could. He knelt down on one knee as he took your hand and placed a kiss on your fingers. You know exactly what he meant and no trace of doubt was evident in your expression as your absolute trust and faith was placed on him. In turn, you raised his hand closer to your lips as well and kissed the back of his palm. You wanted him to know that you'd do the same for him.
"I love you, forever and always. You have my promise."
— Rutile!
He thinks of this moment as something that came out of a fairytale or a storybook he used to read to children. There was a time when he wondered if he'll ever have this kind of moment and he felt wonderful knowing it's you he was with when it happened. He let himself smile and broke into a fit of joyful laughter and giggles. The words you wanted to hear left his lips like honey you couldn't get enough of—one more time, you want to hear his answer once more.
"Nothing would make me happier… I treasure you, I really do. I'd make a thousand promises if it meant making you happy."
#mhyk#mhyk writing#my writing#promise of wizard#mhyk x reader#oz x reader#arthur x reader#cain x reader#snow x reader#white x reader#mithra x reader#bro im getting tired#owen x reader#bradley x reader#shylock x reader#rustica x reader#murr x reader#chloe x reader#figaro x reader#lennox x reader#rutile x reader
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surpriseee !
Brian "Q" Quinn x Reader(gender isn't specified but petnames "Babe/Baby/Sweetheart" are used)
no warnings, just fluff !
word count: 371 (sorry i meant to make it longer but i wrote what i wanted to so i'm done :D )
please dont be shy to request things, i've written for many peoples !
The sound of keys jingling in the doorknob makes you jump, quickly getting up and rushing out of the bathroom- you close the door softly so Brian won't hear and pray he doesn't have to pee when he walks through the door.
"Baby?" Brian's voice rings out as he kicks off his shoes and takes off his hat and coat. "Right here, Bri." You round the corner and greet him with a big hug and kiss. "Hey, sweetheart." He smiles down at you as you reach up on your tip-toes to kiss him again. "How was your day?" You ask, biting your lip softly.
"Tiring. Been thinkin' of you all day." He says, touching your face gently. You lean into his touch a little. "You want some wine? Maybe a massage?" You offer, blinking up at him. "Did you do something?" He narrows his eyes a little and you laugh a little nervously. "W-what? Nooo...." Your smile grows a bit at your obvious lie. "What happened while I was gone?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Just don't get upset with me." You insist, starting to shuffle towards the bathroom. "Oh no." Brian follows you as you slowly open the bathroom door. A small calico kitten runs out and jumps onto Brian's feet. "Oh my god! (Y/n)!" He sighs in exasperation as you lean down to pick up the kitten. "Briannnn." You say, cuddling the kitten to your face. "Where did you get her?" He asks, taking it from you. "It's a boy, actually, and someone on facebook needed to give him away, we have room in our apartment!" You argue, scratching just under the kitten's neck and he starts purring loudly.
"We already have cats!" Brian argues, but you know you've won him over when he starts petting him and looking at him all lovingly. "Pleaseee? Brian, he needs ussss." You lean against Brian so you can rub on the kitten as well. "God, this isn't fair." He grumbles and you cheer. "Thank you!" You jump up to give him a big smooch on the cheek. "But I haven't said yes, babe." Brian points out.
"But you won't say no." You giggle, pressing a little kiss to the kitten's head.
#drabbles#fanfic#impractical jokers#brian quinn oneshot#brian quinn x reader#brian quinn#q impractical jokers#sal vulcano#murr#oneshot
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Can someone please request for the case study of vanitas? Please? If possible (but not limited to) Noé.
Please, I'm not creative enough to come up with my own ideas.
#the case study of vanitas#case study of vanitas#noé x reader#vnc noé#noé vanitas no carte#vnc x reader#vnc#vanitas no carte#vanitas x reader#murr#murr is an amazing kitty#murr>>>>#kitty murr
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bonus points (Murr Hart SMAU)
Profiles
A/N: I did this for fun a few months ago. I might as well post it. I love social media aus
- Pls ignore the typo on Rutile's name HAGRKFNF I saw it too late and didn't wanna edit it again
#mhyk#mahoyaku#promise of wizard#murr hart#heathcliff blanchett#chloe collins#rutile flores#gn reader#smau#social media au#mhyk x reader#mahoyaku x reader#promise of wizard x reader#writings
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Geo'murr'try
"James, it's easy!" You stated, while sharing your computer screen with James. Of course, James went to college for English- not math. You had reran the 'equation' seven different times, trying different ways to show your student how to show him what the surface area of the cylinder is and how to solve it. Tracing your mouse around the board on the computer screen, you circled an important detail of the equation.
Everything flew over James' bald head, your words went through one ear and out of the other. "Well, I can obviously memorize it some time, but none of this makes sense! Why are there so many letters and 'pie' in one simple equation?!" He asked and huffed, he squinted his eyes at the circled surface of the cylinder.
You sighed and exited the tab, you looked at Jame's through the camera and he looked back. When you leaned into the back of your chair, you crossed your arms and quizzed him, "If you can obviously memorize the formula, then tell me what it is."
James mimicked your movements but tilted his head up to his ceiling as if he were thinking. Yeah. Geometry is hard. James counted on his fingers uselessly, "Surface Area equals... two pie....." He paused and looked at your image nervously, you nodded your head for him to continue, "rh, uh, plus two pie r squared."
You smiled at him and then clicked off your webcam and exited the zoom call.
#james murray#murray#brian quinn#impractical jokers#q#ij#joe gatto#sal vulcano#x reader#ao3 works#archive of our own#murr#geometry#murray x reader#james murray x reader
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Impractical Jokers has taken over all of my interest, especially Q, so here you guys go, some Brian Quinn stuff.
Not In On the Joke
Brian "Q" Quinn x Fem! Reader
Summary; The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. (I've gotten really bad about writing summaries, sorry).
Notes; This was an idea I had in my head for a while so I decided to just get to writing it. This one's also just a little short, too short for my liking but I wanted to post something.
Extra Note; The words in italics are the rest of the Jokers talking into the earpiece.
Warnings; Some cursing, but that's about it.
Word Count;
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"Alright, Q, it's your turn now, go on out there". Sal says. The rest of the Jokers watch Q as he walks to the middle of the park and stands in a random spot.
"Alright, give me somethin', anything and I'll do it, I'm not gonna lose to Murr." Q says, rubbing his hands together and swaying slightly.
The Jokers stay quiet for a few moments trying to spot someone they can get Q to go up to. "Okay, you see the person wearing the blue cardigan, go walk up to her." Joe speaks into Q's earpiece. Q does as asked and Murr speaks into the earpiece.
"Okay, what now?"
"Kinda creep up on them from behind and tap their shoulder and say, "I was watching you from over there, I gotta say, you look really interesting."" Murr says, giggling.
Q sighs, running his hand through his hair and walks up from behind to the girl. He gets close to her and taps her shoulder. She turns around slowly and stares up at him confused.
"Excuse me, but I was watching you from over there and I gotta say, you look really interesting." Q says, turning around and pointing at a random spot in the park and looking back at the girl, standing awkwardly in front of her.
The woman stays looking at him, not saying a word with her mouth slightly agape for a few seconds. "Oh, uh. Interesting? What do you mean by interesting?" She says, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
"Well uh, you know.. Interesting." Q replies, shrugging his shoulders.
"Make her as uncomfortable as possible. Just stay quiet and just stare at her." Joe says. Q could hear giggling from Murr and Sal through his earpiece.
Q turns his head away and lets out a breathy laugh, shortly turning back to the woman and staring her in the eyes with as blank of a face as he could with wide eyes.
The woman stares at him for a while before finally looking at anywhere else but at him and letting out an uncomfortable laugh. She scratches the back of her neck and stares down at her feet.
Q felt terrible, he doesn't like looking at people directly either, and it definitely seemed like she did either. There was just an awkward silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, that would be quickly fixed by the rest of the Jokers, as they began speaking into Q's earpiece again.
"Okay, okay, I want you to ask for her number." Sal says. Q could practically hear the smile just by the way he said it.
Q turns away from the woman again. "Is this one of those things where you get one of your friends to be in on the joke? Because if it isn't then I might just get punched in the face in a minute." Q says quietly into the mic hidden on him.
"Nope, she's not in on the joke, unfortunately for you, man. But you can always take the loss." Sal replies.
"You guys are dicks." Q says quietly before turning back to face the woman.
She had an odd look on her face, not even so much uncomfortable anymore but just confused. "Uh, were you saying something?"
"No, no, I wasn't saying anything, sorry."
"Dude she probably thinks you're insane right now!" Murr says, laughing as he does so.
"He uh, do you think... Oh my god... Do you think, that I can maybe get your number, sweetheart?" Q asks, awkwardly laughing in between.
The woman's expression quickly turned into one of shock. Her face and ears began to flush red, something that she thanked could easily be passed off as a result of the cold weather.
"Um, sure. Let me put it into your phone, or I could also write it down for you, too?" The woman says after snapping out of her trance like state. She tried to say it as confidently as she could, trying to hide every ounce of anxiety and fear she had. She wasn't even sure if she was thinking when she said that, she thought to herself.
She thought that he was an attractive guy, probably one of the most attractive guys to come up to her in a long while. He has a nice appearance, with bushy brows, brown down-turned eyes, a clean shaven face, and to top it off a great smile when he was wearing one.
She thought that the way he dressed himself was nice, one of those things where it looked comfortable and simple yet still classy. His softer body type fit well with the length of his hair, she liked how good it looked with the hat he was wearing, and the slight graying of his hair made him all the more attractive.
Yes, the part where he stared at her for an uncomfortable amount of time was odd, same thing with when he seemed like he was just talking to himself for a while, but she had already completely forgotten about that right at the moment he called her 'sweetheart'.
"I, uh... Are you sure?" Q asked, it was now his turn to be just as shocked as she was before.
The rest of the Jokers were just as shocked and confused as he was, they weren't laughing or even smiling, they just stood looking at Q and the woman from their setup with confused looks plastered on their faces.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Unless you don't want it?" The woman said, unsure of herself.
"Oh, uh. Yeah alright, here you can put it into my phone." Q handed her his phone and watched as she put her contact into it, then typing her name in.
"My name's Y/n, by the way. Figure you'd need to know that so you don't accidentally delete my contact." Y/n says, putting her hand out to Q.
Q takes her hand and shakes it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Brian, but my friends call me Q." He says, flashing a charming smile, more comfortable and confident then just moments ago.
"Well, uh, I need to be on my way, I was supposed to be somewhere like five minutes ago, but I'm glad I stayed. Hopefully I'll get to talk to you later, Brian. It was nice to meet you too."
"I'll definitely be talking to you later, sweetheart. Have a good rest of your day, thank you." Q says, sending a wink and waving goodbye before turning to walk away.
Q slightly jogs over to the setup where the rest of the Jokers were and takes his earpiece out while walking to stand next to them.
"What the hell just happened? What the hell did we just do?" Sal says, looking back and forth and Joe and Murr.
"I just got a girl's number is what happened, and I think that makes Murr the loser this time." Q says, patting Murr on the back and laughing with a smug smile on his face.
"Can we even put that on the episode?" Joe says, rubbing his face.
The cameramen and rest of the crew look at each other and shrug, seeming to not really know the answer for it either.
Q takes out his phone and opens it. "Let's see, let me text her number that she gave me that's currently in my contacts right now, on my phone." He says, clearly trying to rub it in the guys' faces.
Sal rolls his eyes. "You just gotta hope she likes cats now, Q."
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I'm going to be completely honest with all of yall, I had no clue on how to end this and it's the reason why it took me a month to finish, but we don't talk about that because it's done now. Hope you enjoyed.
#Brian Quinn#Brian “Q” Quinn#q impractical jokers#brian quinn x reader#q x reader#impractical jokers#James Murray#Joe Gatto#sal vulcano
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just some lover pt.2
alex turner x reader
aaah its definitely been awaited, here it is, i hope you enjoy! read part one if you haven’t.
p.s. i added two songs for this story, i also included markers near the end of where to start them. it’s obviously optional but i highly recommend listening to them at the right moments because i feel it adds to the emotion
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‘alex was the one who recommended you’
“what?” you were in a state of disbelief for a moment, brows furrowed. it took you a beat to even grasp and process what it meant, what it could mean. you weren’t quite sure where to start.
you stared nick down. even though the situation was shocking, you believed him. o’malley wasn’t much for pranks like this. your palms gathered a thin layer of sweat, fingers fidgeting with your rings. you stuttered, “why would he do that?”
nick flashed you a knowing look, you know why. your face softened, eyes shimmering under the ember lighting the streetlamp emitted. oh.
the possibilities of his simple request left you all too hopeful, it was the first true glimmer of hope since you and alex separated, sparking in you like a match in a room that had been dark for much too long. your heart soared as your mind raced.
why would alex purposefully recommend you to follow them around on tour if he was over you? doubtfully, you tried to scan your mind for any reason he would’ve wanted you around that doesn’t involve him wanting you back. “wha- what if he did it because he just wants me to make good money? what if he just wants to be friends?”
nick shrugged. “it’s a possibility. but not a high one.” noticing how doubtful you looked, he took a step closer to you. “look, i’m not saying this indefinitely means something, but i’ve seen the way he’s been acting ever since you two have been apart, it’s just not right. it felt like the right thing to tell you.”
a small gust of wind blew through the quiet sidewalk. you shivered in your jacket. noticing your silence, nick spoke up again. “one of our friends is hosting a party later. you should come, we’ve all missed ya.” you returned his soft smile.
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thirty minutes later and you and nick were making your way through the door, music thumping as the crowd chatted and danced, small fairy lights twinkling across the walls. nicks offer left you hesitant, but you decided it was good to get out of the house for something other than work.
you usually weren’t much for parties when you were younger. you preferred staying home painting or reading, and while you still felt the same from time to time, parties were for the most part nicer in your adulthood.
when you met alex, he introduced you to people who genuinely liked you for who you were, and loved talking to you. this made gatherings much more enjoyable, being able to talk and party with genuinely cool people was much better than being ignored at highschool parties by people your friends talked to.
immediately upon walking through the door, you didn’t recognize anyone there. one of nicks friends pulled him into conversation, offering him drinks and such, which left you alone. you wandered into the crowd some more, hoping to find someone you knew.
as your gaze wandered across the crowd, your heart sunk. you definitely knew the man your eyes laid upon. there, up against the far back wall was alex. it wasn’t necessarily him that made your heart drop, but the girl next to him. your stomach twisted as you watched how she batted her eyes, her palm resting on his chest as she leaned a little too close to his face when she spoke. you couldn’t quite read alex’s face for cigarette smoke had clouded the corner.
nauseated, you turned around and started making your way out through the crowd. it was clear you didn’t belong here anymore. you just wanted to leave. there must’ve been some misunderstanding, it’d left you all too hopeful. no more of this, you thought.
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two or so weeks had passed. spring was becoming ever so present in the way the leaves started to adorn the trees in vibrant greens, the air now humid and warm. rain pattered on the large, foggy cafe window next to you as your face knitted in concentration at your laptop screen, your friend across from you not ceasing her rambling.
“are you alright?” she questioned mid sentence, taking another sip of her coffee. you sighed, back thumping against the chair as you slumped into it. “yeah, i’m just.. stressed. the bands tour manager emailed me again, i’ve got less than a week to decide if i want to take the offer.” you stared at the email in your inbox, as if staring at it for long enough would help you make a decision.
“well… let’s look at the pros and cons.” she started. “pros, it pays a lot more than your current job and you would have the
opportunity to travel more.”
you crossed your arms. “con, i would see my ex everyday.”
“pros, your ex is the one who recommended you for the job, which has to mean something.”
“cons, it was probably some grand misunderstanding, and it would be insanely awkward seeing him almost everyday.” your friend looked even more annoyed.
“but the money.”
you slumped your head down onto the table.
there were plenty of reasons in your over anxious mind you shouldn’t take the job, but all of them somehow tied back to alex, which you thought was stupid. i mean, why not accept a job that’s ultimately much more suitable for you, and offers more money? besides, the mystery of the boys recommendation lingered, you were aching to see what unfolded upon the acceptance of the offer.
redirecting your attention to your laptop, you clicked ‘new email’, flashing a grin at your friend.
———
it was now a month later, spring was in full bloom and it was the first show of the tour in your hometown. since you took the job, you had only met with the tour manager as well as a few of the other crew members. nick, being one of your good friends, had known you took the job, and was much too ecstatic. knowing he knew, you assumed the rest of the band did too.
even with this in mind, it still felt so stalker-ish knowing you hadn’t spoken a word to alex since the breakup and you were now bound to follow his band around the world on their tour. though you were still mindful of the fact that he had originally put in the request for you to practically follow him around. so, you were in fact, not a stalker.
as this storm of anxiety and reasoning swirled your mind, you wandered backstage, gathering your equipment for the show that took place in an hour or so. the area was desolate, most of the crew was unpacking vans outside and getting things organized for the openers.
as you set down the hefty bag of photography equipment, one of the rather sharp rods sticking out scraped your arm, sending crimson seeping out of a small, but deep wound.
shit. what a fucking stupid way to get hurt.
you held your arm, cheeks flushed as you hissed in pain. “are you alright?” a familiar voice boomed behind you.
you whipped your head around. of course, alex fucking turner. it was almost comedic, like it was out of a movie. of all people, it had to be alex who rounded that corner and saw you hurt. you almost laughed, then you felt like crying, then maybe throwing up.
he looked good, too good standing there in his crisp black t-shirt that hugged his arms ever so deliciously. his hair was all gelled, the sides slicked back with a messy curly quiff laying atop.
you started to get quite flustered, gulping before you spoke. you definitely stared much too long. “no- i um, no.” the boy seemed almost equally flustered, trying to keep his demeanor calm as he neared you. he chuckled. “yeah, doesn’t look like it.”
you were dumbfounded, unsure how to speak. “yikes, looks painful.” you nodded, afraid to speak in worries that you would stutter, or even worse, say something stupid like ‘hey remember when we were lovers and we broke up but now i’m the photographer for your band?’
you took a deep breath, really trying not to think thoughts. the tension was palpable, dodging unspoken words and feelings. alex’s eyes were cautious not to meet with yours. “i’m gonna go get the first aid kit, i saw it earlier.” he flashed you a smile and darted off, leaving you a flustered mess.
one thing led to another and you were now sat down in a fold out chair with alex on his knees in front of you. his brows knitted in concentration as he cradled your arm, gently tending to the wound and wrapping gauze around it. “getting your med degree?” you joked, smiling down at him.
a slight blush creeped upon his cheeks. alex noticed how nervous and giggly you were, finding it a bit adorable as he rolled his eyes, smiling as he shook his head. “nope, i just know my way around a basic first aid kit.” his smile lingered long after, ember eyes flashing up at you in a second, quickly darting back down.
his little comment evoked a similar bittersweet memory. this time, the roles were reversed, you were tending to alex, for one of his guitar strings had snapped and popped out of the bridge pin, leaving a rather deep scratch on his hand. you remembered how he teased you for wrapping his whole hand in gauze, all for a scratch. you’d told him that if he really wanted professional care, he should’ve gone to the hospital. you remembered him shaking his head, telling you he wouldn’t want it any other way.
the flashback left your heart a bit heavy, your hands shaky as alex finished up. the silence was almost bitter, tense. the boy noticed your tremors, subtly sliding his hand down your arm as to brush your fingers with his ever so softly when he pulled away. it was so discrete you could’ve missed it in a blink but sure enough, he’d done it, whether purposefully or not you weren’t sure.
“all done,” he nodded to the bandage. you mustered a grateful smile, fingertips grazing the gauze as so to examine it. once you looked back at alex, his gaze was much darker, more complex, like the sky before a storm. his demeanor shifted, mouth opening and chest rising as to speak but a voice interrupted.
“alex! we need to make sure the earpieces are working, cmon,” a member from the crew called out. he looked back to you, nodding and flashing you a sweet little smile before scrambling off.
you exhaled, noticing how your fingers still tingled from his touch.
———
it was about halfway into the show, all was well. you were having a good time chatting a bit with the other photographers and getting to know more of the crew. the show was electric, the lighting and atmosphere making for the coolest shots. alex even flashed you a little smile when he saw you in front of the stage, making your stomach swirl.
after a quick break, you joined one of your good friends from the crew on the side of the stage with your camera. you clicked a few cool shots of jamie during pretty visitors, loving how the stage lights bathed him in an eerie red.
someone nudged you, catching you a bit off guard. you turned, stomach dropping. it was the girl from the party, the one who’d been all over alex. she only looked at you once she felt your gaze. “sorry,” she shrugged, not a drop of sympathy, or really any emotion at all as she apologized. ‘i bet you are,’ you thought. you didn’t even respond, flashing her a quick smile before you immediately refocused your attention on your camera.
was she his girlfriend? i mean, she was all touchy with him at the party and now she’s backstage at his show? it would be a crazy coincidence for her not to be romantically affiliated with him in any way. this plagued your mood for the rest of the show. you hated the jealousy that coursed through you, it made you feel pathetic. alex wasn’t yours anymore, you kept reminding yourself.
———
two weeks had passed in quite a whirlwind. nothing too eventful had happened, the interactions from your old lover had been sparse. you’d bump into him talking to matt or someone, greet them, and then scurry off. you weren’t getting any answers, any hints from alex. being quite shy yourself, you weren’t confrontational enough to ask him yourself, leaving you longing for any clue from him whatsoever.
what annoyed you even more was his supposed ‘girlfriend.’ catching a mere glimpse of her made you forget what the word feminism even meant. a few nights ago, you’d accidentally bumped into her backstage, being nice and mumbling a genuine apology despite your emotions towards her. the girl glanced at you with the most utterly dissatisfied expression, ignoring you and strutting off, her white heels clacking on the ground. it made your blood boil, clearly she wasn’t much for kindness.
nick didn’t seem to like her much either, says alex’s publicist set them up to ‘promote the album’ or some bullshit. he’d also informed you she was some model from california who co hosted a gossip talk show, which is why she’d be leaving tomorrow, to go back to la. thank god.
now, you and the band resided in london for a week or so, playing three shows throughout that time. nick had invited you to a quaint little jazz bar that wasn’t far from the hotel, apparently the band and a few other friends were going.
different this time- cornelia murr
as you walked in, your senses were immediately delighted. the ever so melodic symphony of jazz filled the cozy atmosphere, warm lamps casting soft, dim light throughout the space. it was adorable, a perfect contrast to the foggy downpour. you eventually caught eye of the boys, eyes shimmering in the light as you walked over to greet them.
everyone looked pleased to see you, even alex, you noticed. his dark gaze lingered, melting over you like honey. he sat on the end of the circle booth, leaving the only free spot next to him. a bit flustered, you slid in right beside the boy, thighs brushing ever so slightly. he looked absolutely to die for, clad in a black turtleneck, his quiff so perfectly messy. he smelled divine too, like musk with notes of amber and wood.
you felt so warm sitting next to him, butterflies swirling your stomach. as the night went on, they didn’t cease. a soft ‘accidental’ brush of the hand, a lingering touch on the waist when he moved to get past you at the bar, it wasn’t enough. you wanted his hands in your hair, his warm body pressed against yours, yet you weren’t willing to admit that to yourself. so when he smiled at you and whispered, “you look nice,” you could no longer ignore the immense need you had for him, the way his ember eyes were all soft, strands of hair falling over his forehead. still, you remained composed, thanking him and redirecting your attention to your drink.
a mixture of emotions muddled your mind. you were lovesick, all over again. just like the first time you’d met him, his hair all short and face all flustered when he tried to flirt with you at that party years ago. now, you gripped your martini glass, looking back at him with the same gaze, that same eager, loving gaze he once adored you with. that same gaze he held when you gave him his number, the way he smiled at you while he added your contact into his phone almost immediately. he was so sweet that night, so eager to get to know you and it made you feel so warm inside, so appreciated. your heart sank, tears threatening to gloss your eyes.
you could barely handle the way your heart tugged, the warmth of the bar suddenly becoming stuffy and claustrophobic. you pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, fiddling with the napkin before you. you thought about how devastated you would be if just a year ago you knew the situation you were in with alex now. the glimmer of hope that resided in your eager heart now dulled. you were starting to believe this would go nowhere. god, you couldn’t believe how foolish you were.
noticing a tear drop onto the napkin directly below you, you quickly excused yourself, sniffling and mumbling something about needing some fresh air. once outside, you slumped against the bricks and let the tears trickle down your face in steady streams. the weather fit your mood, london fog settling over the tops of buildings, light, crisp rain falling in tandem with your tears.
you sighed, almost laughing at how absurd it all was. you felt so stupid, thinking he truly wanted you back, thinking he was calling you back to him. no, surely dreams and hopes plagued your mind, sickening your poor heart with optimism.
you wiped your tears, noticing how mascara stained your fingertips in streaks and flakes of ivory black. the door to the bar suddenly swung open, startling you a bit. alex peeked out, worrisome eyes gazing back at your teary ones. he made his way over to you, hands stuffed in his pockets. “i just wanted to see if you were okay,” he stated, voice soft as he studied your face.
talk by hozier
you weren’t quite sure how to respond, the tears a dead giveaway to your emotions. you just shrugged. his eyes looked dark, complex. if you could see beyond them you might see a ship struggling amidst a stormy sea, thunder booming down across the choppy cerulean waves. if he was the ship in the storm, you were standing at the shore, waiting for a note in a glass bottle, something, anything.
“i guess i just confused myself,” you uttered, voice wavering. alex looked hurt, as if the words spoken were a hit toward him, a dagger shoved in his heart. “how so?” he questioned.
“it’s stupid.”
“please, you can tell me.”
you shook your head. “i guess-“ you looked down, studying the old cobblestones you stood upon. “i think i just got too hopeful.” you felt sick to your stomach, gulping to put your shaky voice at ease.
he stepped towards you, whispering your name. “look at me, please.” you did so, his eyes twinkling back at yours, strands of damp hair sticking to his forehead. “i’m confused too.” you furrowed your eyebrows. he continued. “i’m confused to why i just lost the love of my life.” his face was now mere inches away from yours. he spoke like he was almost mad, voice laced with emotion, barely above a whisper.
your heart hammered in your ears, the tumultuous swirl of thoughts being ignored momentarily, focusing on nothing but his voice, his eyes, the way his hand now lightly held your chin. “i’m confused to why she’s been in front of me all this time and i haven’t fucking done a thing. i’m confused to why i’m looking at her crying before me right now, how i let this happen.”
your breath hitched. he continued to speak. “i’m confused to why i haven’t told her i still love her, that i never once stopped.” he laced his fingertips in your hair, warm hand cradling your face. you were at a loss for words, no ability to string words together in a sentence that could possibly begin to convey how you felt.
so instead, you pressed your lips to his.
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THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR READING!! this is the last part, but i’ll probably write a little epilogue type thingy. hope you enjoyed my loves, sleep tight.
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hold on (brian quinn x reader)
[I know this is a little random but you know what older men do to me. Trigger warning for mild descriptions of sexual assault. This is also posted to the japage3moondog ao3.]
Part One: Hold Me Back
Part Two: Hold Me Down
"So, what would you say is Q's biggest flaw in your relationship?" Joe asked.
"I love him," You answered. "but he can be a little jealous."
"In Q's punishment today," Sal started to explain. "we are going to be exploiting this flaw."
"We're gonna see if we can get him to punch someone in the face basically." Murr joked.
...
You had been dating Brian for almost half a year now. He'd kept your relationship pretty much just between the two of you, especially in the early months. The privacy was nice. Even though he wasn't a necessairily big celebrity, he still attracted some publicity and you weren't really the type to enjoy that.
Brian was your dream man. He was almost too good to be true. You could have serious, intelligent conversations with him but he could still make you laugh. He made you feel safe, loved and respected. Every moment with him was a cherished memory. His only real flaw was his jealousy.
Everyone who knew Brian, knew about his possessive tendancies. He would glare at every guy who looked at you when you were out. He was fiercely protective and shut down any joke or jab at your expense. He would keep his arm wrapped tight around your waist in public, keeping you close as possible.
As far as he was concerned, anyone who hung around you for too long was trying to get in your pants. He made it his mission to show those punks that you were happily taken. You knew part of it was just his touch-starved side but there was definitely some underlying insecurity you were trying to work through together.
He made you aware of the implications of dating him from the start - the show, his tight friend group, his insecurities. All thanks to doing a risky 20 questions on your first date. You were grateful that he was upfront, if not intimidated by his honesty.
Meeting the guys was like meeting his parents. It was a little awkward, given how well they knew each other but you got along fairly well. When Murr asked you if you were interested in being featured on his show, you were surprised that they wanted you to be involved.
You had to give it a lot of thought and they had to give you a lot of convincing but eventually you agreed. They were waiting on an episode where Brian would lose so they could use you in the punishment segment. Something involving random strangers hitting on you while Brian was forced to deal. Initially, you were hesitant to touch on such a sensitive part of your relationship but the guys assured you that they'd take the fall if anything went awry.
...
The guys stood outside of the club, riffing while they waited for the shoot to start.
"Q," Murr said, grinning at the camera."you are the loser of today's episode."
"And for your punishment," Sal explained. "you're going to the club!"
Brian rolled his eyes as the other jokers laughed at him.
"Why don't you take a look at this outfit, buddy?" Joe threw clothes at him that landed at his feet.
Brian picked up the shirt first - a cropped baby tee with the phrase 'SINGLE & READY 2 MINGLE' across the chest and 'GRAB MY ASS 4 MY PHONE #' along the back in pink, puffy paint. He chuckled, comparing the small size of the shirt to his chest. Underneath the shirt, laid a pair of equally small, booty shorts that looked like they would cut off the circulation to his legs.
"Uh, I don't think these are my size, fellas." Brian said, confused.
"That's 'cause it's not for you," Joe went on, between laughs. "it's for your lovely girlfriend."
Brian's pleasant expression dropped immediately. The thought of a random guy groping you made his blood boil. He subconsciously curled his fingers into tight fists at the hypothetical.
"While your girlfriend is out making some new friends," Sal laughed. "you're going to be behind the bar of this club behind us."
"And if you make any drinks wrong," Murr added. "let's just say we'll be upping the anti."
...
You put on the outfit the guys had chosen for you. You had to admit that it felt nice to be part of one of their jokes but you were nervous for the outcome. You checked yourself out in the club bathroom mirror. The shorts clung nicely to the curve of your ass, leaving a cheeky bit of flesh visible. The tshirt barely covered your bra, the text stretched over your chest. You smiled at your appearance, hoping that Brian would get to see you like this.
You checked the time on your phone, awaiting the start of the punishment. Sal had sent you a text, telling you to sit at the bar but not to order anything yet. You followed the instructions, picking the stool farthest from the noise of the DJ's booth. You were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in dinky bartender's garb.
"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning over the bar to be closer to you.
"They told me not to get anything yet," You answered. "your outfit's adorable."
"I'd say the same to you if we weren't here right now." He spoke through his teeth. "If anyone even looks at your ass, I swear to god, I'll murder them with my bare hands."
You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this.
"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."
You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.
"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.
"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.
"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.
"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.
Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.
"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.
You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this.
"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."
You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.
"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.
"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.
"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.
"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.
Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.
"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.
You looked back at Brian, shooting him a sympathetic look as you danced with Sal.
"It's a pity we haven't spoken much before this." He said, twirling you to the music. "It does make this funnier though."
"Are guys really going to grab my ass?" You asked nervously. "I don't want Brian to catch a charge."
"It'll be fine, I'm here to make sure nothing gets too crazy," He assured you. "just relax and have fun."
You did your best to listen to him and focus on the music. You didn't go out often, especially not out to clubs, so getting to dance around was a treat. The music wasn't what you'd usually enjoy but there was something about the lights and the people around you that just made it perfect. Sal would shoot you a comforting grin every now and then, reminding you of the joke.
It took barely twenty minutes for the first guy to grab your ass. If you hadn't felt it, Brian shattering a beer glass against the bar would've felt it for you. You turned around to a stranger holding up his phone with his contacts open. Out of shock, you put in a bunch of random numbers so he'd go away. You looked back at Sal, jaw still grazing the floor. He had his fist in his mouth, cackling away.
You turned to see Brian trying to jump over the bar, Joe and Murr holding him back to prevent the murder that was about to occur. You mouthed at him that you were okay but the distance between you made it unintelligible. You tried to walk back over to him but Sal pulled you back.
"I'll talk to him, just wait here." He said. "Murr'll come over, we'll switch places."
You were definitely more stiff without the security of Sal by your side but Murr didn't make it a long wait. You were just waiting for the punishment to be over, trying to enjoy what you could.
"Q is totally going to kill someone tonight." Murr laughed.
You looked back at your boyfriend, Joe and Sal calming him down.
"How many guys have to grope me before this is over?" You asked.
"Only a couple more," He answered. "do me a favour, give the next guy Q's number."
You giggled at the thought of Brian getting a late night text from a horny stranger. The next guy looked about half your size and you could feel his hands shake even though the touch was only for a second. You dutifully put Brian's number in as your contact, leaving a winky emoticon next to some made up name. You didn't even have to turn around to know that Brian was fuming. Murr looked like he was about to die of laughter. You giggled along too, the humour of douchebags thinking they had a chance with you forcing up a chuckle.
The final switch was made, Joe taking Murr's place. He awkwardly danced next to you, glancing at Brian every so often.
"You having a good time?" He asked.
"I'm alright," You shrugged. "but, I'm a little worried about Brian's blood pressure."
"We'll get him on pills." Joe joked, making you laugh.
"Hey, baby." A stranger came up behind you and pulled you up against him by your hips. You froze for a moment, in shock of what just happened. After the realisation hit, you turned around slapping the man across the face.
"Where's my number?!" The guy snapped.
Joe signalled over club security, pulling you away from the creepy guy. The bouncer
"Holy shit," Joe said. "are you okay?"
"I'll live," You answered honestly. "I knew it was a possibility, I'm fine, really."
Brian rushed over to you, hugging you as tightly as possible. You reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you. You could feel his rapid heartbeat thud against your chest. His breathing steadily evened out as he held you.
"God almighty, sweetheart," He whispered in your ear. "I'll never let that happen again."
"It's okay, Brian, I'm yours" You assured him. "I'll always be yours."
When you pulled away from the hug, you saw the guys huddled around you, looking shaken up.
"Is everything cool?" Sal offered you a sympathetic look. "We don't have to air this."
"Yeah, we can always put him in a cage with spiders." Murr joked.
"No, you should use this for the show," You said. "it's funny."
"You guys can head home," Joe made shooing motions. "we'll stay and film the outro."
Brian nodded at them, sliding his arm around your waist as he led you to the car. You rested your head on his shoulder, relieved to feel his hands on you instead of some perverted stranger. You breathed in his cologne while he gently rubbed your side.
"I really am fine." You said, looking up at Brian.
"I know, I know," He spoke gently. "you just seem cold. I can feel your goosebumps, honey."
He opened the passanger door for you, giving you a chaste kiss before getting in the car himself. He rested his hand on your thigh while he drove. You leaned against the window, listening to him hum along to the radio. You could still see a glint of anger in his eyes.
"Just so you know," He made eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "I'm going to destroy your ass when we get home."
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Impractical Jokers x Readers
Trigger Warning!NSFW
ANONYMOUS REQUEST
Boobs or Butts?
Q: Butts
• Q loves to take you doggy style and slap your ass.
• He love pushing your head down into the sheets with your ass sticking up while he pounds into you from behind.
•He loves to just grab onto your ass and just squeeze it until it leaves a mark.
•He will grab your ass in public whenever he can.
Murr: boobs
• he loves looking at you boobs all the time.
• You’ll always catch Murr staring at your chest when he thinks nobody is looking.
•He loves when you ride him so your boobs will be in his vision so he can play with them.
•He secretly wants a baby just so your boobs will get bigger.
• He just loves to suck on them as well.
Sal: boobs
•Sal loves to suck your tits.
•He loves everything about them.
•He doesn’t care what size they are he just wants to lay on them and cuddle on them.
•He’ ll definitely like to fuck your tits cum on your chest.
•he loves missionary so he play with your boobs while he pounds into you.
Joe: boobs
• Joe likes to walk up behind you and grab your boobs.
•He loves just touching them.
•He’ll just stare at them shamelessly whenever he can.
•He loves to watch you go on your morning run and just watch them bounce on your way back.
#impractical jokers smut#impractical jokers#joe gatto#brian quinn#james murray#sal vulcano#sal vulcano x reader#james murray x reader
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Can you write sfw and nsfw headcanons of Taka with an Ultimate Actor s/o? 👀
He’s my babygirl 😫
Kiyotaka Ishimaru x Ultimate Actor!GN!Reader
He issss!!! I wuv my pathetic blorbo!!
Man, this shit reminded me of my first time. I literally lost my virginity while impractical jokers played in the background. AND it was the ep where Murr's punishment was a prostate exam. So I was getting stuffed while Sal was in the background like 'LMFAOOOO IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S SUCKING ON A LEMON' dog that shit made me wanna die. He called me mommy tho so it was pretty dope. C:
TW//NSFW
♡ You and Taka had known eachother before you got together.
♡ He had bothered you multiple times due to school absences when you had to prioritize your acting career over school work.
♡ “Y/N! Where have you been? You have missed three classes this week!”
♡ “Oh, I was at the movie shoot. Did I miss anything important?”
♡ “W-What?! Every day of school is important!” He insisted.
♡ “Jeez, alright calm down! It doesn’t matter if I skip class as long as I practice my talent! Everyone knows that!”
♡ Oooh, Taka did not like that answer.
♡ That night, the two of you argued for hours in the halls, until it was late at night and some students yelled at you both to shut up.
♡ The next day, you were in your dorm practicing lines for the different projects you were acting in when you received a knock on your door.
♡ As expected it was Taka who burst through the door and pushed past you. You braced yourself for another lecture but it never comes.
♡ “Y/N! Great news!”
♡ “Um… What?”
♡ “I just decided I’m going to help you with your homework! Clear your desk!”
♡ Bro INSISTED upon it and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
♡ Begrudgingly, you allowed him to help and the two of you spent hours doing missing homework and studying.
♡ You hated every moment of it.
♡ That is until he wanted to study Japanese.
♡ It was still pretty boring until he realized that you were paying very little attention, and his eyes wandered over to one of your scripts.
♡ “Hey! We’re studying public speaking at the moment! Why don’t you read this TV script to me!”
♡ “I… Can’t do that. I signed an NDA.”
♡ “That doesn’t matter! I don’t watch TV!” Taka explained. You hesitate for a minute and then decide it couldn’t hurt as long as he tells no one.
♡ The two of you read the script all night and the next day, you’re suddenly best friends like Taka and Mondo.
♡ Months later, the movie you had been missing class for was released and you invited Taka to the premiere.
♡ It was the first time that Taka saw you in formal wear. Before then he already had a tiny crush on you, but after that, he knew he was in love.
♡ From there, he decided that decided that that was the day he would confess to you.
♡ Shortly after the movie, the two of you rode back to class and he realized that he was running out of time. Taka was a nervous wreck the entire time and finally, it was time to say good night, and he still hadn’t told you.
♡ He walked you to your room and… That was it.
♡ It was ten minutes when you got the knock on your door. Some of the other students were at the premiere so you figured that it was just them coming to congratulate you. Instead, standing at the door, was your very sweaty friend Taka, now half undressed only in a dress shirt, loosened tie, briefs, and a pair of socks.
♡ “Um… Hi Taka… Are you-”
♡ “Y/N! I… I’M… SO!” He says, between heavy breaths. “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”
♡ And that was the start of your beautiful relationship. :3
NSFW:
♡ Taka isn’t interested in anything that’s not completely and totally safe, legal, and consensual. And man, does he get embarrassed about this kind of thing.
♡ When you two of you first had sex it was in your dorm room and it was super vanilla, but also very passionate.
♡ So much kissing, hand-holding, praise, and even eye contact after a while!
♡ Taka didn’t realize how much he liked sex until after he did it with you. Although, that doesn’t say much since you were absolutely his first time.
♡ That said when you started getting busy with what you were acting in at any given time he would often visit you on set and wait for you in your dressing room. Then when it was empty… Yeah, you know where this is going lmaoooo
♡ It took Taka a long time to be comfortable because, even though a dressing room you practically own isn’t public, he sees it as very taboo.
♡ He would never admit it but he even found it kind of thrilling.
♡ Regardless, he always prefers having sex in one of your dorms, because it usually means you can take your time and you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing who might not want to.
♡ Okie that’s it! Wuv u :3
#danganronpa#trigger happy havoc#danganronpa x reader#fanfic#anime#ishimaru kiyotaka x reader#ishimaru kiyotaka#kiyotaka ishimaru x reader
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okay hear me out! Noé x reader: reader is hanging out with the main 4 and is super sleepy but can't fall asleep unless they are completely comfortable with the people around them..
..anyways the others leave to go do something (get food, see an event, idk) and within minutes of being left alone with noé, reader is just like, dead asleep against him.
The others come back and are just like "wtf". Noé just gives warm protective vibes, I would definitely feel comfortable napping with him.
The evening was getting on, everyone still chatting the parlor by the fire like old friends. Not a group thrown together by chaos and happenstance just a few months ago.
“Oh dear! We’re out of wine.”
“I think we’ve all had enough Dominique.” Jeanne replied. The voice of reason.
“Nonsense!” The noble jeered happily. Literally waving her comment away. “I’m sure there is more in the cellar. Let’s go get some!”
“I should really check on Louis….” Jeanne thought out loud, and let out a startled little squeak when Dominique forcibly pulled her to her feet.
“You can check on him on the way. Vanitas! Come us!”
“What?! Why me?”
“Because you haven’t contributed anything to the ‘feast’ all night.” The young man gulped, having been called out for his mooching. “Plus, it might give you two time to sneak away for a little rendezvous in the dark corridors, eh?” Vanitas and Jeanne both turned red, and started barking at Dominique on how that wasn’t true; even as they still followed her.
Noe chuckled. Dominique always had a way of getting what she wanted.
He sipped the last bit of wine in his glass, then heard a soft yawn beside him from [Y/N]. “What’s the matter? Are you tired?”
“Oh no, I’m fine.” They insisted. Waving him off with the hand that was just covering their mouth to stifle a yawn. “It’s just been a long day.”
“I can appreciate that.” The days just seemed to be getting longer and longer, and more complicated. “If you’re tired you should just go to bed.”
[Y/N] shook their head. “No. I don’t want to mess up the party. I mean, this isn’t a real party, but I do like spending time with everyone. I’m sure everyone won’t want to stay up too much longer.”
Clearly they didn’t know Dominique, Noe thought. “Well, why don’t you close your eyes until they get back? A quick cat nap before they return. Although, I’ve never seen Murr take a quick nap.” He wondered now why they called them that.
“I couldn’t do that.” [Y/N] insisted. “That would be incredibly rude.”
“I won’t tell anyone.” Noe replied with a wink that made [Y/N] blush.
They seemed to ponder on it for a moment before giving in. Curling up more on the couch they were on and resting their head on his shoulder. “Just for a moment.”
They were out like a light as soon as they rested their head on his shoulder. Noe just watched them. The peaceful rise and fall of their chest. The calm look on their face. Something that was few and far between these days.
Noe’s ear picked up the sound of the group coming back, and just as quickly Dominique had opened the door; two more bottle in hand. Noe placed a finger against his lips, signaling them to be quiet, and the group noticed [Y/N] sleeping beside him.
Jeanne and Vanitas quickly backed out and away, but Dominique lingered for a moment with a soft smile before she left too and closed the door. He wondered if it was a happy smile or a sad smile. Either way, he was happy that [Y/N]’s rest could be protected.
He fell asleep himself not long after that. Listening to the sound of a crackling fire and [Y/N]’s breathing by his side.
#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#noe archiviste imagine#noe x reader#noe archiviste x reader#noe archiviste#vanitas of the blue moon#vanitas no carte scenarios#vanitas no carte imagine#vanitas no carte#vanitas scenarios#vanitas imagine#vanitas#jeanne#dominique de sade#scenarios
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"You know, Murr, I think I might miss you the most once I leave." Feeling dejected might not be the right word to use in this context, perhaps that's because the words held little meaning even if they were true—the words were meant to get a reaction out of him, whatever it might be.
Eager might be the right word. Maybe even dread.
"Hmm? Where are you headed to?" His eyes twinkled with curiosity, his lips curling up as he walked closer. It was hard to tell if he was genuinely curious or if his smile meant something else; the only thing that mattered was the fact that he already found amusement in the situation—an indication that he might already know something.
"Somewhere far away." A chuckle escaped his lips, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly and narrowed his brows. It wasn't much of a difference, but it's something worth taking note of—especially if it's Murr. Maybe it was alright to prod further. "Will you miss me?"
Oh, the milliseconds that came after that question was full of nothing but sickening dread. How will he respond? What will he think? Thinking that his response would come after a few seconds of silence was wrong, especially when he blurted out his answer almost immediately without a hint of hesitation.
"Yeah! I like you lots so I'd be super bummed if you left all of a sudden!" His straightforward words left more room for confusion but most of all, it left room for a feeling full of warmth and relief. He could see right through antics; a sly smile appeared on his face. "You're so cute. Didja ask me just to hear that kind of answer?"
Arms wrapped around the waist and lips on the cheek—he was warm. It felt warm.
"Maybe."
"Aww, don't act cryptic all of a sudden! I like it when you're more forward, yanno?"
#mhyk#mhyk writing#my writing#promise of wizard#mhyk x reader#murr x reader#murr hart#murr#mhyk murr#mahoyaku murr#mhyk murr x reader
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Hi. In a previous VNC request, I read that you are sick. Hope your day is going better now
What if the reader and Noe are in love with each other. But the reader is always flirting with everyone. And so Noe does not understand that she is in love with him
Fluff please
Noé x Reader But Reader is Always Flirting With Everyone
This is super cute I love this I hope I did justice to your request!! :D also ignore how lazy I didnt want to make the header cool looking 😞 and I’ve been better thanks 4 your concern!!
<3 ~ when noé figured how he liked you, it was when you were flirting with him on a pick up line, [good pick up line here], or he was probably talking about you messing with him and asked vanitas what is love like that eps. He rant on how he felt about you, feeling fuzzy and warm being near you or talking to you, saying how beautiful,pretty or handsome you are, like how love at first sight hits him from how memorizing you are.
<3 ~ His chest might get tight because of you always flirting with everyone before he knew of his feelings, he never knew why because he never felt this way with anyone so its completely new to him. Once he knew of this feeling of love, he tries to ignore that feeling and vanitas might tease/make a comment about it, “Ooo noé needing a little attention~” he sometimes won’t say directly about him being jealous but that’s rare. It might only happen is noé is gonna do something for him later that day/did that thing already.
<3 ~ He might give you more attention, I mean MORE since he already does give you his full attention than vanitas, he’s kinda mad about it lol. To the littlest sounds you make he turns to look at you and see what your doing, doesn’t matter if your doing the simplest thing like wrapping something, he will turn to watch you. Murr sometimes goes to you do noé can watch you pet him/try looking for him. Due to his constant state of annoyance, he kinda prefers being with you than his owner, its kinda sad but noé sees it that his cat has adapted to his crush’s heart so it’ll be easy for him to get along without trouble.
<3 ~ Noé will probably only confess when every single one of his friends, probably mainly vanitas, to tell you about his feelings cause they told him on how you also like him they totally didnt do a mini rant on how they said you talk about him everyday that gave him confidence on telling you his feelings all that he needed was a good place and time. He was thinking REAL hard for the perfect place, since he goes over France he might have some places he has spotted wonderful in mind, so it’s a tuff decision on these spots he thinks are good. In comes Amelia on her way to help noé! He wanted to be mean and pick a non-wonderful place but didn’t work with him since vanitas actually found it a good spot.
Now will you accept noé’s confession of his love to you??
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#the study case of vanitas#the case of vanitas#vanitas no carte#noé archiviste#vnc noe#vnc fanfic#vnc x reader#noé vanitas no carte#vnc noé#noé x reader#noé archiviste x reader#noe archiviste#vanitas no carte x reader
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Okay Nikolai with a reader who makes him origami everything, he'll randomly be walking around and find a paper dove,
Omg I love origami and this idea is so cute! Thanks for the request.
'•.¸♡an origami dove♡¸.•'
Nikolai x gn!reader
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Bsd masterlist
Enjoy!
Nikolai loves your little hobby; he might even join you from time to time.
If you make him a paper hat he'll wear it.
There's probably a shelf or two dedicated to your origami.
He'll buy you origami papers everytime he sees them.
He likes the ones with the designs on them.
One time you made a paper dove out of one sided design origami paper, the design was just a bunch of birds flying.
When he found it his heart melted and came up to you screaming how much he loves the little dove you made him.
He gives you a hug and now you are suffocating
He makes a bird family with you.
Nikolai will probably be able to either make only cranes or make any burden imaginable.
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
If anyone out there wants to request for the case study of vanitas, please do, I wanna write for it but idk what to write. Murr is the best character btw.
Have a wonderful day/night and don't forget to do something you love! :)
-with love, Az the wizard frog.
#bsd#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs#nikolai gogol bsd#nikolai x reader#nikolai imagines#bsd nikolai gogol#nikolai gogol#nikolai headcanon#nikolai
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could you write some dbf (dad's best friend) murray x reader headcanons? reader is hopper's adult kid?
DBF!Murray Bauman headcanons
Murray Bauman x gn!reader
Thanks for being my first request!
Warnings: Legal age gap, sexual hints if you squint, not proofread
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When your dad, Jim Hopper, first met Murray, he didn’t trust him around you. He kept him and you away from each other just in case.
You were 19 when you and Murray first met. You dropped something off for your dad at work that he forgot at home. You saw Murray and thought nothing of him until you addressed your dad and he was curious. Jim never told him about you.
You thought he was eccentric and his personality intrigued you. Why didn’t your dad want you to know about him? He was such a silly guy.
You and Murray stayed friends for a while, nothing more. As time went on, you both became best friends. Talking about wild theories and crimes and mysteries you thought you both could solve. Becoming close showed both of you your true selves. It took Murray some more time than you, though.
Witty banter and snarky remarks back and forth melded with flirty comments as jokes. This displeased your dad greatly but you both shrugged it off. You both were inseparable.
Until Murray moved away to Illinois. When he called to let you know, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind without a second thought.
"Can I come with you?"
The silence over the phone was deafening. The first thought that came to Murray’s head was yes. You two would be away from annoying people and you could decipher codes, solve mysteries, talk about theories and work together. But what would your dad think?
You reassured Murray that you’re an adult and you can make your own choices. You tell him you’ll talk to your dad and put your foot down about your choice about moving with Murray.
Of course, your dad doesn’t take it very well. He very reluctantly gives in and watches you pack your things with sad eyes. He made you promise to call him every day. He’s sure gonna miss you.
Now in your new home in Illinois you can finally relax without your dad breathing down your neck about what you’re doing when you’re with Murray. Not that you both were planning anything. Yet.
A few months of friendly bickering and jokingly flirting went by before actual feelings started to arise. Murray’s eccentric personality made you laugh and he made you feel welcome and listened to when you talked about things other people would stay away from.
Murray loved that about you. He loved that someone else was just as interested in unlikely things as he was. The way you explained your theories and how you gave your hypotheses about unsolved mysteries intrigued him more and more.
Murray being Murray, he saw right through you. He knew how you felt about him and he didn’t hide that he knew. He just wasn’t sure if it was safe to act on these feelings. Neither were you.
Things were a bit awkward for a few days. Glances from across the room, hidden blushes, overthinking about small things each other did for the other.
One day you suggested as an attempt to loosen the tension you’d play a board game. But during the game it was both your and Murray’s breaking points.
Lips moved together and hands wandered over bodies before you both agreed to forget about the stupid board game and move to the bedroom.
The morning after was surprisingly not that awkward. Both of you felt the same consented to act on your feelings. To say it was a good night would be an understatement.
You woke up in an empty bed but smelled eggs and coffee. He was making you guys breakfast like a cherry on top after a night like that. You could get used tho this side of him. Was he always this sweet?
As time went on you could confirm; yes, he was always this sweet with someone he loves. It was very rare, though, for him to be this sweet when in public or you had the rare visitor.
You kept your relationship a secret from your dad until both you and Murray thought it was time to tell him. As you could imagine, he wasn’t happy with the news.
Some fits of rage and a few nights getting wasted later, your dad came to his senses and accepted it. Besides, the worst Murray could do was annoy the hell out of your poor old dad.
Anyway
Murray loves to wake up before you to make you breakfast. Most mornings you wake up to the smell of eggs or toast or sometimes pancakes and always with a side of coffee made just the way you like it.
Murray is very observant so he picks up on small things. Things you like and dislike, what makes you happy and sad, what makes you relaxed and anxious. He notices every tiny shift in your mood, tone or even the way you style your hair or clothes.
We all know how easily annoyed Murray is. When you first moved in together, there was a lot that you did that annoyed him. Now, not so much. So it takes quite a bit to start actual fights. When you do get into fights, he makes a lot of sarcastic remarks and if he’s not careful, he says things that can hurt you.
Murray is used to people being upset with him. But when it’s you who’s upset, he can’t stand it. He’d do almost anything to make it up to you, even if he was right in the first place.
He doesn’t like going outside so he’ll set up a cozy candle lit dinner with the most sincere apology he could muster. You’d have to be a fool not to accept it.
Murray isn’t a pet name kinda guy. He’ll only use “darling” if he’s jealous or if he’s trying to get you in a mood. Or both. But he’s not objected to you using pet names for him. Just please don’t use cheesy ones.
If you hadn’t guessed already, Murray does not want kids. He’s dead set on that.
Nor does he want any pets. With a lot of convincing, he might consider a quiet pet like a snake. Yes, if he has to choose, he’d go for a snake. Preferably a ball python.
Murray doesn’t mind the age gap. Sure young people annoy him, but it always entertains him to see you wildly express your emotions and not be some grumpy old spouse. It’s sometimes a refresher to him.
Murray is a silly, eccentric guy who seems like he hates everyone. But to you he’s a silly, eccentric guy who’s your whole world.
#anon#stranger things#Murray Bauman#stranger things x reader#Murray Bauman x reader#stranger things headcanons#Murray Bauman headcanons#stranger things Murray Bauman#stranger things Murray Bauman x reader#x reader#headcanons#no minors allowed
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Cheers
* Brian Quinn(Q) x F!Reader
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The glimmering stars, that darted from the night sky, shone through the curtains of the living area in your house. Laughing, you held a black card and read from it, stammering out your words as you couldn't hold your laughter in, your brother sat on the very left of the sofa; closest to you. Your brother smiled brightly and pursed his lips together, attempting to keep himself together as you stumbled across the sentences. His laughter was causing you to laugh, your laughter then caused him to laugh, and so on.
A man sitting next to your brother checked his watch, it was ten past nine in the afternoon, "Alright boys, I gotta head out, I have the day with Milana and Remo tomorrow," he stood up and held his belly, full from eating all of your pastries from the cabinets, plus a quarter of steak.
You groaned after pausing from struggling to read and plumped your card onto the glass coffee table in front of you, you were on the floor. "Common Jooee," you drew his name out and tried to persuade him to stay, "Pleaaase, thirty more minutes!" You stood with him and wobbled a bit, being tipsy was never your strong suit.
Joe stabled your balance by holding your shoulders in place, he had begun to speak but another beat him to it. "Let's go, guys." The man's deeper voice stated, almost firmly, as he pushed himself from the couch, the furthest away from you and your brother. "We all got stuff to do, even if it's Murr tweeting like Donald Trump every two minutes," he gestured to his pal that was next to him, typing away on his phone, which caught his attention, "Finally." He mumbled.
Joe nodded his head softly, agreeing with the man who spoke before him, "Yeh, tomorrow someone," he lingered his large eyes over the men, "might come over. I'll see ya next week [Y/N]," he said his goodbyes and patted you on the back, soon leaving through the door.
You sighed as you watch James(Murr) and your brother stand up to retire from the small party. James flees without a letter to be spoken. Your brother holds his brows up and looks into your eyes with seriousness, "I'll be back tomorrow if you get lonely, I'll be just down the block-" he got blocked from you practically shoving him out the door.
"Yeah, yeah, you've been a block away for the four years I've lived here, Sal. Now shoo, I'll be fine," you announced, with an attitude, at Sal. Sal held a finger up, wanting to scold you, but you shut the door in his face.
You groaned and locked the door before fleeing to the kitchen to get another beverage. Leaning in and digging into your mini fridge, you grabbed a soda from it and backed yourself up. Your brain halts, processing if you had entirely retreated from the inside of the fridge, alas, you hadn't. Your bum had reared a front end of someone's 'vehicle', and that certain somebody lingered in his position. You turned your head, averting your gaze to one of the men you had invited over earlier in the day. He stood over you, your ass buried in his crotch territory, he had his natural expression plastered to his face- seeming unreadable. "Uh..". You let out and raised an eyebrow at him, expecting an explanation; silence. Pursing your lips together, you nudged him with a foot- which snapped him into reality. He realized his situation and stepped from the area, and flushed brightly, the faint pink faded when he had begun to fiddle with his ring. You rolled your eyes and grabbed a cold beer for him and tossed it, he caught it and immediately popped the top off. "Uh, okay then."
When you walked across your kitchen, you reached the living area... you'll clean the mess later... maybe... You plopped onto the couch and took hold of the Roku remote. This took the man's interest and sat on the other end of the couch, while you turned on Critters 3. The man scoffed, "This again?" He took a swig of his beer and then placed it on the side table next to him.
You shrugged and pressed play, "It's been your choice to stay, Q," you stated, and clicked the pull tab off of your soda, "Plus, it's one of the greatest movies in history. The franchise is just- ahhhh," you couldn't explain the love for the movies, so you just filled in the blank that your brain couldn't. "Don't get me started on Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street-"
Q hushed you and rolled his eyes, with furrowed eyebrows, "Can't we watch Friday the 13th or-" You cut him off.
"The Jason movies are the same shit over and over, the only Jason movie I absolutely love is Freddy vs. Jason."
"Well so is Nkightmere on Elms Steet," Q stuttered out, making him frustrated.
You both continued to argue about which is better, you gave him the mom and pointed a finger at him scolding.
He hummed and furrowed his eyebrows, he asked, "At least, you agree Halloween is more repetitive than both combined?" You finally agreed with him, nodding your head in silence. He grabbed his drink while you grabbed yours and said, "Cheers to that."
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Heyy, once I get my Archive of our own I'll be posting and writing longer fanfics. Including IJ, Marvel, Stranger Things, Slashers, possibly Supernatural, Breaking Bad, TWD, movies such as Back to the Future, The Outsiders, Hocus Pocus, celebrities, and etc. So, my account will be accepted on 10/13/22 I'll announce when I get taken.
Was this a short story? Yes. But once I get my Ao3 account up, I'll make these longer.
#brian quinn#q#impractical jokers#sal vulcano#x reader#female#female reader#joe gatto#ij#marvel#twd daryl#breaking bad#stranger things#netflix#slashers#ao3 works#archive of our own#james murray
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