#brian quinn imagine

[beansnsoup]

Watching the critiquing Q episode of impractical jokers makes me feel some type of way, like I was SQUEALING AND KICKING MY FEET.

I love this man sm is unreal.

#brian quinn x reader #brian quinn smut #brian quinn #brian quinn imagine #q impractical jokers #q imagines #impractical jokers

[bqluvr]

he looks so good in a cowboy hat

#brian quinn #save a horse ride a cowboy #i want him #why is he so attractive #brian quinn imagine #brian x reader #q x reader #quinn x reader #q imagines #joe gatto #james murray #sal vulcano #impractical jokers #the tenderloins

[xo-moon-ox]

Q’s home!! Brian Quinn x Reader (nsfw!!)

Although you loved him and everything about him, your boyfriend Brian was a little bit of a “cat lady”. By this; everytime he’d find a lonely stray out on the street, he’d get out of his car and take the cat home with him. The cats he owned, you loved almost as much as you loved him, they all had their own unique personalities which you loved dearly.

Tonight, your boyfriend had been gone on tour with the Impractical Jokers for almost two months, you had been cat sitting for said two months. You didn’t mind cat sitting after all, you loved how Brian saw you as responsible when it came to the care of some of the beings he loves most.

It was a warm summer evening in New York and you had just pulled into the driveway of Brian’s home. As you were looking for your keys you felt someone’s hands on your hips “Hi sweetheart” the person said into your ear. You whipped around and it was your boyfriend! “Hi baby!! How was your trip? I didn’t know you’d be home this earl-“ and without another word Brian had you pushed against the door with his lips on yours in a heated makeout session. As Q started moving down to attack your neck he almost whispered “We can talk about me later baby, god I didn’t stop thinking about you once. You drive me crazy sweetheart yknow that?” “Oh my god, Bri we can’t do this out here” you said blushing. Q backed away “Would if i could baby, i missed you like crazy” he said while hurriedly unlocking and opening the door.

Q pulled you inside then pushed you against the closed door “I also missed how you feel on my cock.” he growled into your ear before going back to your neck, biting and leaving hickies. “I need you so bad Brian please..” you breathed out “Oh yeah? You want it so bad then get on your knees for me princess.” You listened to your boyfriends instruction and sunk down to your knees looking up at Q innocently. “God you’re so hot when you look at me like that” he said while undoing his belt and kicking off his jeans and boxers. “Look at how hard you make me doll. Fucking crazy..” He said as he started jerking himself off over you. “Please baby I need you so bad” you whined out “Really?” Q asked sarcastically as if he couldn’t tell by the look of desperation on your face “God you’re needy” he said as he pushed his cock into your mouth. He jerked himself off with your mouth as he pleased, starting off slow to get you guys into a rhythm then his pace became animalistic. Moans and grunts from both you and your boyfriend echoed throughout the room “god i love you so much baby you take my cock so well i’m going to destroy you..” With the heat of the moment, your boyfriends brain was going 100 miles a minute and you could tell he was close. He looked absolutely gorgeous, sweat beading on his forehead, bottom lip caught in between his teeth, hair that was once put together now messy. He was wearing your favorite FDNY shirt that he knew you loved. “Oh my god Y/N.” He came all the way down your throat, when he pulled out of your mouth you could feel his cum dripping off the sides of your mouth.

Q used his thumb to wipe the cum off your mouth and put it in your mouth, “oh Y/N what am i gonna do with you..” You smiled at your boyfriend as you wrapped both arms around his neck and stood up, kissing him. Still in the kiss, Q tapped your thighs with his index and middle finger ordering you to jump up. Once you did, he carried you to the couch where he hovered over you and kissed you extremely passionately, his beard scratching your face in an erotic way, one hand keeping him stable while the other roamed your body freely. His hand was focused on your chest, giving attention to both of your tits before moving further down. His hand found its way down your pants as he started make circles around your clit over your underwear “Brian please stop teasing” you said, he moaned as he attached himself to your collarbone and moved his hand (with the ring) under your waist band still focusing on your clit. He moved his hand further down, “Good god baby you’re so wet! You love it when I touch you don’t you” you could only moan in response as he shoved his fingers into your hole “I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, no one else can pleasure you like I do. You’re mine” after he didn’t get a response he moved his hand out of your pants and to your neck “I’m sorry sweetheart, who do you belong to?” “You Brian, only you” “That’s what i thought.” Q took off your skirt and underwear and didn’t even give you a chance to think before he shoved his hard cock into you railing you as he pleased. “yeah just like that, tight little slut like that” he breathed out as his pace became erratic “oh my god i can feel you dripping down my cock, sweetheart i’m about to cum.” and he did with a loud moan which you hoped the neighbors didn’t hear-. He collapsed on top of you, completely exhausted. “My trip was great, thanks for asking!” Q said breaking the silence which made you both laugh. “I love you so much sweetheart.” Q said before drifting off to sleep with you pressed against his body. You were so happy he was home.

#impractical jokers #brian quinn #q imagines

[multifandomimagines999]

Hi can you do Brian Quinn x wife reader where your reaction to Q:the musical where your in the audience with his firemen buddies but also your children then transition to where Q puts the boys to the fire men academy and he show's his kids what it means to be a fireman

A/N: Enjoy!

Future of the Department

Pairing: Brian Quinn x wife!reader

You and Brian met working at the same fire department and after chaotic years of friendship, you finally admitted your feelings for each other. Now you're happily married with a 10 week old son, Logan.

Now your little man was almost 2.5 months and y'all were getting the hang of things. Logan was on a better schedule and you were able to get at least a little bit of sleep.

But today Logan and you were helping Q get punished. He knew he was performing a stupid play in front of professional actors. What he didn't know was that instead of actors it was you, Logan, and all our firehouse buddies. Lucky for me Logan was asleep when we arrived.

We took our seats in the front. As soon as the play started, Logan was up and alert. I held him in my lap as Brian came out on stage. When he saw all of us out there he couldn't even speak he was so embarrassed. He continued through the play and towards the end Logan let out a squeal of excitement which grabbed his father's attention. I guess he hadn't noticed Logan was here because he was too caught up in everything else. His eyes went wide and he dropped his head again.

"You brought my son into this!" Brian exclaimed into his ear piece/mic.

"It's okay. You're already an embarrassment. This is nothing" teased Joe.

Brian finished up the play and our coworkers began throwing shoes at him which caused me to laugh. Filming stopped and the guys were done shooting for the day. Brian went out and was talking to our buddies while I walked around rocking Logan.

"Did you enjoy daddy looking like a doofus?" I cooed in a baby voice to which he squealed back, "I'll take that as a yes".

"Look at you. Already teaching him the word doofus" smiled the chief.

"Chief!" I cheered and carefully hugged him, "It's good to see you! You weren't at the station when we stopped by last week".

"My wife was sick, so I had to take care of her. But the guys were telling me all about this little man" he stated, looking at Logan, "You are just adorable!"

"Thanks" I chuckled.

"You know, I'm proud of you kid. You've come so far since your first days at the firehouse. You're one strong woman" he praised, "And now here you are married to Quinn and a mom to a little guy. You've done well for yourself so far".

"Thanks. I bet nobody would have guessed Brian and I would wind up together".

"Oh no. We took bets on if and when you'd get together. Eventually we just kinda dropped out until we heard the news from Quinn, and then we made bets on your engagement".

"Well who won?"

"You're looking at the winner".

"Nice chief".

***

"So this is where Mommy and Daddy trained," Brian smiled as he had Greyson on one hip and our daughter Carly on the other.

Logan stood beside him. I stood behind Logan, hand on my bump as we were expecting our fourth child. Brian showed them our graduation pictures and showed them some of the training areas. All three kids were excited hearing all of our stories.

"I wanna be like mommy when I grow up!" Carly cheered, making me grin.

"You can baby girl."

I looked over at Brian, even more head over heels in love with him. The way he interacts with our kids, how passionate he is, he is perfect.

#brian quinn #brianquinn x reader #impractical jokers imagines #impractical jokers

[nerd6log]

How many of youse would read a fanfiction about Brian Quinn (Q from Impractical Jokers)?

Uh, asking for a friend 🫣

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[scoopski-patata]

so being kinda new to the IJ fandom, I gotta apologize if this info is out there as common knowledge but like ya know how sometimes celebrities and musicians and performers and overall famous people make a playlist on spotify so we can hear some of their faves

anyone know if any of the jokers have ever made a playlist?

#impractical jokers #the tenderloins #sal vulcano #james murray #joe gatto #brian quinn #bqquinn #brian q quinn #b q quinn #i want to know what music they like besides wu tang and beastie boys #we know murr likes yanni #and I’m guessing they’re all friends with the imagination dragons #but like do they like fugazi??? i gotta know #honestly my guess is that the q that had black fingernail Polish prob listened to fugazi

[splendidunboyfriendable]

brian quinn & cumming quick (nsfw)

more brian quinn thoughts because i love him (sorry reader has vagina).

q isn't geriatric by any means and he can still perform for a couples rounds before he gets tired. but sometimes those rounds go by quicker than you can catch up to. his 'goal' with sex isn't to make sure you finish, his 'goal' is for you both to enjoy each others bodies and cumming is just a product of that.

he is definitely embarrassed when he finishes before he intends to. the first time it happened, you two were making out on the bed. you put your hand down his pants, slowly jerking him off through his boxers. without warning, he came on his stomach, his seed spilling down into his underwear and onto his thighs. he immediately apologised and you took a short break so he could regain some stamina.

you both make sure that there's no pressure in the bedroom to perform a certain way and he definitely makes a joke of it to lighten the mood. he does get a little concerned that he won't be able to satisfy you properly but all those thoughts go away when you let him between your legs.

brian has spent a lot of time on the road and (more importantly) a lot of time without a consistent sexual partner. so whenever he felt horny in the past, he'd just finish himself off in the bathroom as quick as possible. it takes time for him to practice lasting longer. i imagine him edging himself with your pussy, pulling out right before he's about to cum and filling you with his fingers instead.

even with all his practice, he still has his moments where he creams his pants but he's always more than willing to finish you off. he'd pull you into his lap, with your back against his chest. his dick would press up against you and you'd feel his cum on your skin. he'd reach a hand down between your legs and start gently rubbing your clit while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you'd feel his cock harden as he'd pull you closer and closer to the edge. he might even cum just from feeling your body react to his touch, melting against his will.

#brian quinn x reader #impractical jokers x reader

[fictionalmenmistress]

The Private Library

... Of Fictional Men Mistress

Welcome! This post serves as my digital private library... my most beloved collection. None of these works are mine, and all credit is due to the lovely and incredible minds that created these works of art; (which you will find next to their titles, once you choose a category). This is the home to my personal most favorites, and most beloved stories and fanfictions and blog posts I have read. I think about these daily... I adore these. They've made my life better. They've changed my life. They've kept me going during my lowest points in life, and I mean that. I reccomend all of these. These were written by the best writers in the world; true to character, perfectly immersive, so imaginative, feels like you are there.

All of these fanfictions, stories, character & show analysis, random tumblr posts, headcannons, and beloved writings of all types, will be listed in no distinct order, inside their categories. Please Enjoy; explore them all! 🖤🗝☕🥂

The Majorety of these reccomends are for mature audiences, 18+, so if you are a minor, please DO NOT read through these reccomends yet.

Choose a vinyl playlist!

What genre of fandom writing do you want to spin on the turntable???

NOTE: NO LINKS ON THIS LIST ARE CURRENTLY ACTIVE! LISTS ARE BEING FINISHED, AND LINKS WILL BE ADDED TO THIS LIST ALL AT ONCE, VERY SOON. PLEASE CHECK OUT MY OTHER MASTERLISTS, PINNED TO MY BLOG, AND SAVE THIS GOODIE FOR LATER! 😉

• Favorite STARWARS Reccomendations: (The Clone Wars, Prequels, Sequels, The Bad Batch) Analysis / Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite BTS Reccomendations: (mostly Taehyung, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, Jin, Hoseok) Analysis / Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite TMNT Reccomendations: (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Bayverse Turtles, 80s, 2003 TMNT, Rise of the TMNT, 2007 TMNT) Analysis / Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite MARVEL Reccomendations: (MOON KNIGHT, WandaVision, LOKI, Loki Laufeyson, Avengers, XMEN, Wolverine, VENOM) Analysis / Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite LIE TO ME* Reccomendations: (Dr. Cal Lightman, Tim Roth *actor*) Headcannons / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite THE BOYS Recommendations: (Billy Butcher, The Boys Team) Analysis / Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite MY HERO ACADAMIA Reccomendations: (Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Enji, Dabi) Analysis / Headcannons / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite Good Omens Reccomendations: (Anthony J. Crowley *The Demon*, Aziraphale A.Z. Fell *The Angel*) Analysis / Headcannons / Fanfictions 🖤

• Favorite "Warden" Hwajin Na *Get Schooled Webtoon* Reccomendations: Analysis / Headcannons / Fanfiction / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite Tom Hiddleston Reccomendations: (Tommy Hiddles *actor*) Headcannons / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite What We Do In The Shadows Reccomendations: (Vladislav The Poker, Viago Von Dorna Schmarten Scheden Heimburg, Deacon Bruke, Stu, Nick "Twilight", Anton The Werewolf, Nandor The Relentless, Guillermo De La Cruz, Lazlo Cravensworth, Nadjia of Axtapos, Colin Robinson) Analysis / Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite SHERLOCK Reccomendations: (Sherlock Holmes *BBC*, John Watson, classic sir arthur conan doyle books) analysis / fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite DC COMICS Recommendations: (BATMAN, The Batfamily, Nightwing, Robin, The Teen Titans) analysis / fanfictions 🖤

• Favorite Impractical Jokers Reccomendations: (The Tenderloins comedy troupe, Brian "Q" Quinn, Sal Vulcano, James S. "MURR" Murray, Joe Gatto) Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

• Favorite Portal Recommendations: (Portal, Portal 2, Wheatley, Chell, the Cores) Analysis / Headcannon / Fanfictions / NSFW & SMUT 🖤

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#fictionalmenmistress #personal #my masterlists #my reviews

[theultimatefan]

Slott, Ottley, Platt, Mann Headline Talented Comics Creators Attending FAN EXPO New Orleans

An incredible array of talented comics artists and writers, spanning more than a half century of work and encompassing dozens of the most popular franchises in the history of the medium through the present will be on hand as FAN EXPO New Orleans today announced the Artist Alley headliners for the convention, set for January 5-7 at the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center. Among the superstar writers and artists are Dan Slott (“Spider-Man,” “Spider-Boy”), Ryan Ottley (“Invincible,” “Spider-Man”), Stephen Platt (“Moon Knight,” “Wolverine”), Clay Mann (“Batman/Catwoman,” “Superman”), Brian Azzarello (“Get Joker,” “Wonder Woman”), Tom Grummett (“Superboy,” “The Amazing Spider-Man"), Michael Golden (“Fantastic Four,” “X-Men”), Tony Harris (“Starman,” “JSA”), Clinton Hobart (Disney licensed artist), Tim Jacobus (“Goosebumps"), Jae Lee (“Seven Sons,” “Stephen King’s Dark Tower”), Carl Potts (“Alien Legion,” “The Punisher”) and Todd W. Langen (“TMNT,” “The Wonder Years”).

Just about every franchise imaginable will be well represented at FAN EXPO New Orleans, and comic fans will revel in meeting the creators who have made them possible. Q&A’s, interactive demonstration sessions, autographs, commission opportunities and more make the experience a can’t-miss for comic lovers.

Other notables in the deep field of creators include Heather Antos (IDW Publishing), John Delaney (“Justice League Adventures,” “Futurama”), Gigi Dutreix (“Sonic the Hedgehog”), Guy Gilchrist (“The Muppets,” “Nancy”), Claudia Gray (“Star Wars,” “House of El”), Gavin Guidry (“Superman ‘78: The Metal Curtain”), Travis Hymel (“TMNT Adventures,” “Trailer Park Boys”), Terry Kavanagh (Marvel Comics editor, writer), Jackson Lanzing (“Guardians of the Galaxy,” “Captain America”), Tim Lattie (“TMNT Adventures”), Cary Nord (“Wonder Woman,” “Conan”), Stephanie Phillips (“Rogue and Gambit,” “Harley Quinn”), Joshua “Sway” Swaby (“Catwoman”), and Joe Wos (“Wostoons,” “Cartoon Academy”). Dozens of others, many from the New Orleans area, will also populate Artist Alley, with the full list available at https://fanexpohq.com/fanexponeworleans/comic-creators/.

The FAN EXPO New Orleans comics lineup bolsters an event whose celebrity field is also first-rate. Lord of the Rings “Four Hobbits” Elijah Wood, Sean Astin, Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan, The Terminator franchise cast members Linda Hamilton, Michael Biehn, Lance Henriksen, Robert Patrick and Edward Furlong, “Charmed” duo of Holly Marie Combs and Rose McGowan, "Daredevil" tandem of Charlie Cox and Vincent D'Onofrio, “Star Trek” standouts Sonequa Martin-Green (“Star Trek: Discovery”), Michelle Hurd (“Star Trek: Picard”) and Jonathan Frakes (“Star Trek: The Next Generation,” among others), Jon Bernthal (“The Punisher,” “The Walking Dead”), Sean Gunn (Guardians of the Galaxy, “Avengers: Infinity War”), Bruce Campbell (The Evil Dead, “Burn Notice”), Danny Trejo (Machete, The Book of Boba Fett) and Katee Sackhoff (Star Wars’ “The Mandalorian”) are among the many headliners.

FAN EXPO New Orleans features the biggest and best in pop culture: movies, TV, music, artists, writers, exhibitors, cosplay, with three full days of themed programming to satisfy every fandom.

Additional guests, exhibitors and programming for this major comics, sci-fi, horror, literary, anime and gaming convention will be announced closer to the event. New Orleans is the first event on the 2024 FAN EXPO HQ calendar; the full schedule is available at fanexpohq.com/home/events/.

#comics #fan expo #new orleans #comic con #artist #writer

[helbertinelli]

You asked me this a while back regarding Brittana so I wanted to ask you a similar thing about Finchel - if Finn and Rachel had to date other people in seasons 1, 2 , and 4 for a while before getting together is there anyone in canon or an idea for an OC you could see them being with? In a universe where Fuinn/F*nntana never happened and Rachel didn’t have a fling with Jesse Brody or Puck I mean. I know Finchel are your OTP for Glee and it’s hard to imagine them with anyone else but just curious (especially in Finn’s case).

Rachel:

In S1B, I could see Rachel with Mike. He's the kinda guy who would treat Rachel right. Whenever Rachel didn't date Finn, she always went for this theater kid asshole-types... and that's just not who Rachel would go for. Rachel would date a nice, tall jock. That's her type. So if she can't be with Finn, Mike Chang is the next obvious choice. Plus I wouldn't have minded if Cherry was a thing in S6 and onward since Glee decided to kill off Finn after Cory's death (just to avoid anyone asking: they could have just written him out of the show and just say Finn is alive somewhere and just say him and Rachel got married. Fast and Furious did this with Brian after Paul Walker died.). Rachel needed to end up with someone who respects her, not with the guy who always bullied her and talked her down (the audacity of Jesse to tell Rachel her performance of DROMP wasn't that great when his performances were the most under par boring things in the world. Like sure his performances were great if he was performing at Snooze Fest 2009).

I think in S2, Rachel should have been single and focused on her singing/career/whatever like she kept saying she would in Silly Love Songs. She really didn't need to date, nor was she ready to get over Finn. So the whole plot with her dating during Prom and for another episode after that was really dumb and unnecessary.

I'd pair her with Mike Chang in S4 too. If Tike isn't a thing, then Cherry should be a thing. However, I think it would have been a million times better if Rachel was single this season too. Or if she were with Mike, I would have kept them kinda shallowly together. I honestly can't believe the Glee writers were like "We need a dancer with good abs to date Rachel" and their first thought wasn't Mike Chang.

Finn:

For Finn, I like that he was single in S1B. That was really good. He didn't need to date then. He got out of a horrible relationship and he needed to be single.

In S2, I would have probably paired him with another cheerleader or popular girl. Definitely not with Quinn. There was no way that Finn would have forgiven her after what she did to him in S1. But I could see him trying to go for a popular conventionally hot girl and this could have been a good plot to explore in S2. Silly Love Songs made Finn be super popular with the ladies at McKinley, so he could have picked any of them. It didn't even need to be a bad relationship, it could have been just an okay relationship. However, Finn would have been too in love with Rachel to be able to commit to the relationship and he would have ended breaking up with that girl and went back to Rachel. The plot of S2 with Finn dating another girl wasn't bad, it just needed to be another girl, not Quinn. It was out of character for him to date Quinn. So I would have given him just a random popular girlfriend. That way, Finn could have live his "I'm the popular dude, dating a popular girl" dream and realize, like he did in S2, that he doesn't want that, he just wants Rachel.

To be fair, if Tike wasn't a thing in S2 (or if they broke up for a while), I could have seen Tina and Finn as a couple. Tina is really his type: short, fiery, dark-haired diva with a great voice and a good heart.

I don't think Finn would have been able to date anyone else in S4. He realized in S2 that he only wants to be with Rachel and he was actually committed to that 100%. I liked to see him work towards Finchel in S4 (even if it led nowhere). It would have been OOC for him to date anyone in S4.

#icegoddessrukia #ask

[beansnsoup]

I read a frisky Q fic where the reader pics them up and they chill in the car for a bit wink wink, pls help me find it 🫶🫶🫶

#brian quinn x reader #brian quinn smut #brian quinn imagine

[bqluvr]

On Set - (1/2)

Warnings: none!

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You work on the Impractical Jokers crew, and you can’t deny your feelings for Q despite knowing how wrong it is.

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“Y/N, can we get you on the left side?” Pete, the director, called out. You swiftly scurried to the left and adjusted your chunky headphones along with the sound equipment, trying to get everything in order as quickly as possible. The headphones were admittedly too big for you but that hadn’t been dealt with yet.

You watched as Joe, Murr, Sal, and Brian all situated themselves on their marks. Brian and Murr swapped places and filming began.

The job you had was simple. You were in charge of audio; you made sure the mics weren’t rubbing against anything but still invisible to the public, you recorded audio and cut it accordingly, and so on. You were good at your job, and being in the presence of the Impractical Jokers for hours out of a day made your job that much more fun.

After around 20 more minutes of filming, Pete called a break and everyone left their equipment to grab a bite to eat and stretch their legs, you included. You preferred filming in warehouses rather than having to hide in the bushes in public because the warehouse was always stocked with food. Pete would get the interns to run out and make sure that all of the crew, as well as the Jokers, were well fed.

Today was no different. There was a large table with an even larger spread of food on it, and you didn’t know where to start. You weren’t hungry enough to grab a wing out of the bucket of chicken, but you also were not in the mood for vegetables.

“Have you tried those sandwiches?” You heard from your right side. You looked over and smiled when you saw Q who was holding a plate just like you.

“Are they any good?”

“Not the chicken salad one,” he grumbled, pointing with his thumb to show you which sandwich he was talking about, “turkey and cheese is alright. But the ham and cheese? Haven’t lived ‘til you’ve tried it.”

“But ham and cheese is so boring,” you giggled which in turn put a smirk on Q’s face.

“Can’t beat the classics, darlin’. Ham and cheese never let a man down,” he gently bumped your shoulder with his. You laughed again, your face turning a bit red at his casual pet name. You knew it wasn’t odd for him to call the ladies on the crew pet names, but when they were directed to you, you felt special.

Brian Quinn had always been the Joker that caught your eye. That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence among the crew, of course. You’d often be involved in conversations with the other women about Q’s handsomeness, or his puppy dog eyes, or his general flirty demeanour.

“So, are you gonna try the ham and cheese?” Brian’s accent cut through your thoughts. You shot him a look and he grabbed two sandwiches, holding one out to you.

“Fine. But if it’s bad,” you warned teasingly, taking the sandwich from his hands and ignoring the way you felt butterflies when his skin brushed against yours.

“If it’s bad, I’ll let you tie me up and put spiders all over me.”

You both laughed at that, but your mind immediately went to tying him up. You couldn’t lie, that episode was difficult to film for you just because you kept getting distracted by the way he looked so helpless when he had handcuffs on.

“I’ll let you know if I like it,” you lifted the packaged sandwich in the air as a silent ‘cheers’ with a slight nod and a smile towards Q. You wasted no time in turning on your heel and abruptly walking away from him, trying to contain your thoughts and not cross any professional boundaries.

You sat and ate the sandwich near a couple of your coworkers, who were chatting away with full mouths. One of the disadvantages of working in the warehouse was that it always grew unbearably stuffy after the first hour or so, due to the cameras and dozens of bodies moving to and fro.

You decided to take the chance when you could and slip away from the productions, making your way outside and taking a deep breath of fresh air. You were alone so you reached into your pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, feeling as though your smoke break was well overdue.

The cigarette hung between your lips waiting to be lit, but you couldn’t find your lighter. You patted down your pockets and sighed when you didn’t find anything, leaning your head against the wall and taking the dart out of your mouth in defeat.

“Need a light?”

You turned your head towards the voice and slapped yourself mentally when you saw Q standing a few feet away. He looked adorable; his hair was down and covering his forehead, he had his signature scarf on, and a lost-puppy sort of look plastered on his face.

“Yes, please,” you agreed against your better judgement. You knew you should minimize your time spent with him, especially alone, but you had been craving this cigarette for the past two hours.

Brian approached you cautiously, as if he was afraid he’d make a wrong move and you’d run away. His worrying was reasonable, though. You never tried to hide the way you avoided him. Though you knew he noticed that you’d never talk to him for more than a minute at a time, he never mentioned anything (you assumed) out of fear of making you more tense.

You placed the dart back in your mouth and leaned towards him when his warm body was only a few inches away from yours. He sparked the lighter with one hand and protected your cigarette from the wind with the other hand, allowing the smoke to finally fill your mouth and give you a small sense of relief.

“Why do you have a lighter?” You asked. You knew he smoked weed occasionally, but that was very rare. You had never seen any of the guys smoke cigarettes, and you couldn’t think of any other reason why he would have a lighter handy like that.

“I smoke,” Brian looked at you, “sometimes.”

“Would you like to share?” You offered, knowing it was a bad idea. He nodded and you handed him the cigarette, watching as he held it between his thick fingers. Your eyes trailed down his right hand, passing the ring and tracing a vein that was popping out slightly.

“Everythin’ okay?” He mumbled, giving you the dart. Your gaze snapped back to his and he smirked a little, huffing out the smoke he inhaled while he watched you take a drag.

“How did I not know you smoke?”

“I don’t do it all the time. Just when I’m feelin’ stressed and need a quick break,” his brown eyes stared into yours, “why do you smoke?”

“It feels nice.”

He laughed at your answer and accepted the cigarette again, his eyes scanning the bit of lipstick that you had left on it. After he took a deep hit, he glanced back over at you, his eyes dropping down to your lips.

“I like that colour on you,” he rasped out, clearing his throat a bit. You felt your face heat up at his compliment. He had never complimented you like that, especially not on something as insignificant as the shade of lipstick you were wearing.

“Uh, thank you,” you replied. You took another drag and sighed when you saw that the cigarette was almost out. You were sort of grateful, though, because it meant you could get away from Brian and recollect your thoughts.

“Why do you always run from me?” Brian whispered, and you would’ve missed it if it wasn’t for the fact that the space around you was deathly quiet.

“What are you talking about?”

“I feel like I’m always havin’ conversations with the crew, but never with you,” he looked at you but you looked away, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him, “do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that,” you sighed, not exactly lying to him but trying your best to avoid answering his question. You couldn’t tell him how attractive you found him. How his smile always made one appear on your face. How his laugh was the best thing you had ever heard, and sometimes you’d rewatch certain episodes just to hear it over and over. You’d cross every line, breach every boundary. It’d ruin your professional relationship.

“What is it, then?”

“I don’t know, Brian,” you huffed out, growing frustrated. It was hard bottling up what you felt, but you didn’t have a choice.

“I think you do, sweetheart,” he quietly murmured. You shot your eyes to him and watched him drop the cigarette to the ground, lightly stepping on it to put it out before turning to face you.

He stood in front of you now, his tall figure intimidating you slightly. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you were going to throw up, but you also couldn’t help the way your hands moved to grip the lapels of his jacket until your knuckles turned white.

“Is this the reason you never look me in the eye properly?” He teased, his right hand engulfing one of your wrists as you hung on to him for dear life. Brian leaned in a little more, his nose bumping into yours. His left hand travelled down your side until it attached to your hip, giving you a light squeeze that left your knees weak. It felt like you were winded and you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to kiss him, but you knew you couldn’t.

“Brian, we shouldn’t -fuck- I can’t,” you stuttered, using your hands on his chest to push him back slightly and give yourself room to breathe. He looked confused but backed up, his face flushed due to embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, did I read that wrong?” Brian quickly apologized, looking at you with concern.

“No, I mean yes, but no,” your words came out randomly, desperately trying to form proper sentences but your mind was too scrambled to do so. The proximity between you and Brian was too close.

“Y/N, are you out here?” You heard Pete call out your name as he turned the corner and you didn’t dare to give Brian another glance before responding to the director and hurrying in his direction.

If Pete saw anything at all, you’d be absolutely fucked. You had to stay away from Brian to prevent anything like this ever happening again.

God, you hated him in that moment.

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Well, You Don't Have To Get Ticked Off About It (Sal Vulcano x F!Reader)

Sal rolled his eyes, “You guys are assholes.” 

He heard an outburst of laughter from the earpiece and Joe spoke up, “Nothing new, Sal! Now pick up the flea collar in your basket.” 

Sal sighed, rifling through the items to find the flea collar near the bottom of the basket. Murr’s voice now echoed in his ears, “See that young lady with the h/c hair? Standing over by the make up? You know what you have to ask her.”

Sal glared at the camera above him, “Are you kidding me? You couldn’t pick anyone else?”

The woman was focused on the eyeliner in her hand, her face partially obscured by her hair. Even without seeing her face, Sal could tell she was pretty and he really didn’t want to have her thinking he had fleas. His friends yelled at him over the earpiece, Q’s voice breaking through the others, “You can’t talk us out of it, Sal just do it!”

Sal relented, deciding to rip off the bandaid, and with another small sigh he approached the woman.

“Excuse me, d-do you know if these work on humans?” He cringed internally at his delivery, though he supposed given the content of his question there really was no way to ask without giving her… well, not the impression he would prefer.  

She looked up at him, clearly surprised to be interacting with another person. On meeting her gaze, Sal was caught off guard. He had a feeling she was pretty but, man, he hadn’t expected this. He didn’t know what it was about her features but he could confidently say she was the most attractive woman he had seen in a long time, maybe ever. For a moment he forgot what he was doing, why he was there, and what he had just asked her. He was simply lost in the e/c abyss of her eyes. She was looking up at him, seemingly still processing his words. Her mouth opened and Sal found himself fixated on her lips, not hearing the whisper of a word that escaped them, too entranced by the thought of cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a kiss.

She gawked at him, her pretty little mouth agape, “Wha-”

Q shouted in his ear, “Say something Sal! You’ve got ticks!”

Almost robotically, Sal repeated the words, “I got ticks.” His brain felt like it was shutting down, the shame crumpling it into a little paper ball pinballing around the empty trash can of his skull.

She sputtered for a moment before gaining her composure, “Y-you have ticks? Wait why are you getting-” her brows furrowed and she pointed at the collar in his hands, “you don’t need that.” Sal was struck by the genuine concern in her eyes, it was sweet but humiliating. She definitely thought he was an absolute moron. Even so, her voice was just as beautiful as she was and he struggled to focus on the task at hand. She continued, “Go get a pair of tweezers, you can just remove them yourself.” Her fingers mimed the pinching of tweezers as she spoke. 

He paused, she was right, but before he could formulate his own response, he was fed his lines by his friends. “Well… I got a lot. See, I was crawling through my neighbor’s yard with my binocs, like I normally do… and I looked through her garbage, like I normally do… ticks.” He shrugged, willing the heat to dissipate from his cheeks. 

Despite the slightly incredulous look on her face, she took this in stride. She nodded slowly and spoke again, “Um… Does your neighbor-you know what? Never mind. So, you need the regular protection then, right?” She paused, thinking for a moment, “I have no idea if you can use it or not, hold on, I’ll look it up.” She whipped out her phone and began swiftly typing in her search bar, biting her lip and furrowing her brows as she concentrated.

Bewildered by her response, Sal turned to the cameras with a look of complete disbelief on his face, his eyes wild with confusion. The guys were cracking up, Joe exclaiming passionately, “Who IS this woman?”

Sal heard Q next, “Sal found the nicest person in New York. I can’t believe this.” He could hear Murr agreeing, though he must not have been holding the microphone because his voice was less audible than Q’s.  

In response to Q, Joe spoke up, “Nice? This lady is NUTS! She’s helping him be a more successful stalker right now!”

Sal opened his mouth, instinctually wanting to defend the woman, though Joe did have a point. A thought passed through his brain, gone as quickly as it came, but causing his face to heat up nonetheless. What if… What if she was into him? If she found him unattractive she would not be engaging on this level, right? People excuse all sorts of behavior when they find someone attractive. The fantasy was shattered with the realization that she could also be playing along purely out of self-preservation, thinking him a potentially dangerous lunatic. 

She started to speak again, eyes still on her screen, “Okay, so, do NOT buy that for yourself. The pesticide that is used to keep ticks at bay is toxic and you don’t want it on your skin.” She raised her eyes to meet his, turning her phone off and sliding it into her pocket. She waved her hand in the air, gesturing as she went on, “Apparently they’ve tried using these on soldiers and concluded it doesn’t work for humans. If they won’t even use them on soldiers I definitely wouldn’t risk it, we all know how much the government REALLY cares about the wellbeing of our troops.” She rolled her eyes and Sal had a feeling she had a lot of strong opinions about the government. Strong opinions he found himself very interested to hear. She continued speaking, drawing his attention back to her, “I think you’ll just want to start taking really thorough showers after your… uh… patrols. Do you want me to show you how to detach a tick? It’s easy once you know how.”

He heard Q over the headset, “SEE she’s just really nice. A little odd maybe but NICE.” Sal could practically hear Joe rolling his eyes as he responded to Q but Sal’s focus was pulled back to the woman in front of him.

Sal was at a loss for words, she was looking up at him so expectantly, with those beautiful e/c eyes that swallowed him whole. He faintly registered the voices of his friends talking about how crazy this woman is but all he could do was stare into her kind eyes. She seemed to pick up on his brain’s complete inability to function and laughed, taking him by the hand and pulling him along with her as she searched for tweezers.

His heart was in his throat and his brain was static as he let her pull him through the aisles. Normally he would be having an aneurysm at even the thought of touching a random stranger's hand but he was far too dazed at the moment. He felt the tidal wave of anxiety, as he often did, but he felt detached from it, like he was watching it approach from a suspended glass bubble. The ferocious roar of the water muffled and his skin safe from the cutting spray, the little shards of glass in the sea foam that would tear him apart if he strayed from his rules, he knew their bite all too well. They tear him apart as the liquid seeps into his lungs leaving him gasping for air, drowning, overwhelmed by the world and every unclean thing in it.

But now, he could watch from afar. From this new e/c bubble. A glass bubble where he was surrounded by flashes of images, bright smiles and soft lips, the feeling of a clammy palm in his, fingers interlocked, strands of h/c hair draped across his pillow. It was an almost out of this world experience. He could feel his usual panic looming, lurking in the recesses of his mind, but for now he was safe. Safe in the strong hands, stronger than he had expected, of a woman with questionable judgment and a beautiful soul. The feeling was new, and that in itself caused him discomfort. But the reprieve he felt from his crippling anxieties, while foreign and unsettling in ways, ultimately helped him feel more grounded. The hand wrapped around his served as a tether, something keeping him close to Earth, unable to float away to be at the mercy of the whims of the whirlwind of anxieties that tormented his mind.

The woman dragged him around the store, seemingly unaware of the complete mental breakdown (breakthrough?) he was having, glancing at the signs on the aisles until she found the section with grooming products and eventually coming upon the tweezers. Gently dropping his hand, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Sal watched, eyes wide, as she squirted a bit in her hand, glancing up at him and holding it out, her eyebrows raised in a wordless question. He nodded, reaching out, the haze of her influence growing stronger as he only faintly registered his friends shouting in his ear. He had no idea what they were saying, and at the moment he didn’t really care. He felt as though time had slowed down, like he was experiencing the world from the inside of a mound of jello. Despite his friend’s best efforts, their voices fell on deaf ears and they could not break him out of his daze. They simply watched him, rubbing his hands over and over, though the hand sanitizer had been worked into his skin long ago. He was just staring at this woman, who looked back at him, a mixture of confusion and amusement apparent on her face.

Murr unplugged the microphone, staring at the crew behind the tv, “I mean, what is going on?” Q was cracking up, bent over and wheezing. Joe’s raucous laughter ceased for a moment while he shot a look Q’s way, “You better not throw up again, pal.”

Murr turned to his friends, “He’s not even listening to us. What are we supposed to do?” HIs question trailed off into laughter. An evil glint arose in Joe’s eyes, “What do you say to turning this into a punishment?” The glint passed from Joe to the other two as they nodded, Q simply saying, “Get him, Gatto.” A wicked grin split Joe’s face and he rushed away, leaving the other two to watch and wait to see his plan unfold. 

In the meantime, Sal was still staring at the woman, who laughed, turning to the tweezers to grab the pair she thought served their purpose best. She cleared her throat, “It’s not you by the way, I’m just not a fan of the common cold. Or, well, germs in general.”

He nodded, his stupor broken by her voice, by her words, “You have no idea how much I understand what you mean. People are disgusting.” 

She let out a laugh, snorting and covering her mouth in embarrassment. A blush rose on her face as she retorted, “I mean, you dig through trash often enough to get ticks. I’m not sure you should be judging people so harshly.” 

It was now his turn to blush, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He realized then that his friends were unusually quiet and he felt the color drain back out of his face. The expression on hers morphed into one of concern and she opened her mouth, most likely to ask him what was wrong, when her attention was drawn to something behind Sal. Knowing one of his terrible friends must have appeared, Sal turned reluctantly around, body deflating as he saw Joe standing in front of him. The other man’s body language indicated extreme annoyance, and his eyes screamed “punishment”. With one look, Sal knew he was about to feel more shame than he thought possible. Joe opened his mouth, “Fido! What are you doing standing on your hind legs? Get down boy! Leave that woman alone.” Sal’s heart dropped, he stared at his friend, who still hadn’t broken character. He didn’t dare look back at the woman who had captivated him so just moments before. Luckily for him, the cameras clearly caught the look of disapproval passing over her face at the display in front of her. Joe raised a newspaper he had rolled in his hand, Sal thought faintly that he must’ve picked it up on his way through the store, but his train of thought was interrupted by Joe slapping him on the arm with the newspaper. 

“This is officially a punishment now! Down, boy! Down!” Joe continued beating him over the head and back as he cowered before him, dropping to his hands and knees. He lifted his hands to cover his head, too ashamed to even defend himself and knowing that he now had no choice. There was no backing out of this, it was no longer a challenge he could just accept a loss on. His horrible, horrible friends had picked up on his situation and, of course, made sure it was even more humiliating. His mind was a flurry of anxious thoughts, spiraling around and creating such chaos in his mind he couldn’t keep one straight from another. He was trapped in a blizzard of his own shame and he felt hypothermia nipping at his extremities. He resigned himself to his fate, letting the cold wash over him and hoping for a swift death, the ultimate reprieve from this filthy, fucked up world he lived in. Suddenly, the hits stopped. He looked up tentatively, expecting the worst, only to see the woman with her hand on Joe’s wrist. She looked positively outraged. He passively wondered if the crew would allow him access to the footage from this. He didn’t want to see himself whimpering on the ground like a fool but seeing her righteous fury from below did something to him. The intensity on her face warmed his body, momentarily erasing the freezing shame he felt just seconds before. Her eyes flicked down to him and she shoved Joe’s hand away, offering her now empty hand to Sal. The burning in those e/c eyes caused him to blush instantly, his entire body tingling and a pit forming in his stomach. Not the pit that usually accompanied his fear, no, this was a different feeling deep inside him, one that filled his mind with images unsuitable for television. Luckily, her eyes softened when they met his and the sensation faded, melting into something cozy, something gooey and warm, he was suddenly a chocolate chip cookie straight out of the oven, pulled apart by the care in her gaze. She helped him to his feet, dusting off his shoulders with a quiet, “Are you okay?” 

He nodded, again at a loss for words. That wasn’t often the case, he thought briefly that maybe this woman had some sort of magical power. To put him at ease and quiet his always racing mind with only a look.

“You didn’t like that did you?” She asked softly, her hands still on his shoulders, grounding him with their touch.

He shook his head, sheepish and feeling like a little boy caught in a fight by his mother. She looked him in the eyes and nodded, squeezing his shoulders. He watched as she turned to Joe, the empathy draining from her eyes, replaced by that burning anger from before, “What the hell is wrong with you? If this is some fetish shit you need consent. His and the rest of ours. You can’t just bring that out in public. And he clearly wasn’t enjoying it. So what do you have to say for yourself?”

Joe sputtered, caught off guard by the glare being leveled at him. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, “That’s Fido. He’s not supposed to be walking around like that. He doesn’t like being punished but he signed up for it. He knew the rules when he started working with us.”

Sal watched as she mouthed the words “working with us” to herself, processing the response before she looked back to Joe, “So, if it’s not a fetish… what kind of work…” She was obviously struggling to make head or tails of the situation, her anger dissipated in favor of utter bewilderment. “Look, I’m just saying, you shouldn’t do these kind of things in public. I don’t know WHAT line of work you’re in but this is incredibly inappropriate. I mean, we’re in a pharmacy for Christ’s sake.”

Shrugging, Joe pointed to a lady on the far end of the aisle. She was accompanied by a small white rat of a dog, “Other people brought their pets in, why can’t I?” 

The woman’s brows furrowed and Sal turned his head back to the carpet, careful not to touch it with any part of his face, and stifled his laughter. He could feel tears rolling down his face and he hoped his ragged breathing wouldn’t give him away. He willed Joe to be as distracting as possible but alas she must have looked down because within seconds she was on the ground with him. He felt her hand on his back, rubbing small circles as she glared up at Joe again, “Do you see this? He’s crying! He’s a grown man not a pet and you’ve treated him with such cruelty that he is CRYING. Do you have no shame? No empathy? I mean, I wouldn’t even treat an animal that way let alone a human being!”

At that point, Joe lost it. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t break often but knowing Sal was bent over, face an inch from the nasty carpet, crying from laughter and seeing this lady’s vengeful glare as she did her best to protect poor baby Sal was too much for him. He covered his face, which she interpreted as him feeling shame, “Yeah, I hope you feel badly. You’re a monster. You despicable man.” 

That did it. Joe keeled over and found himself on his hands and knees mirroring Sal’s position on the floor. Seeing this, Sal collapsed, finally able to let himself break entirely. The woman looked very thrown off, glancing back and forth between the men suspiciously, her hand still positioned over Sal as if to shield him from further abuse. 

Sal could hear his buddies cackling over his earpiece, Murr was practically screaming and he was pretty sure he heard Q fall over. He couldn’t blame them, this was one of the most unexpected interactions he’d ever had on the show. 

While Joe and Sal tried to pull themselves together, the woman’s eyes narrowed and she started looking around the store pointedly. “Am I being punk’d right now?” She asked, voice level despite the rising blush on her face. Sal had to admit, he was happy to not be the only one blushing and he had to appreciate how radiant she looked with some extra color in her cheeks. He wiped the tears from his eyes and sat up so he could look her in the face. She stared at him quizzically, though it was hard to read what other emotions were going through her brain. For such an expressive and confident woman she sure knew how to put up barriers when she felt like it. He felt a shock of nerves fly through his system and his heart sank at the thought that she may not react all that well to the news. He cleared his throat and looked into her eyes, hoping his conveyed the apologies he wanted to give her, “Sort of. This is a show called the Impractical Jokers. My name is Sal and this is one of my best friends, Joe. We, and our two other friends,” He tapped his earpiece with his index finger, “basically just go around the city forcing each other to do and say embarrassing things.” Pointing at Joe, he continued, “This one was in the back with the other two giving me directions the whole time we were interacting. The whole thing is, if we refuse the directions we lose. Whoever loses the most in an episode gets punished. Punishments you can’t say no to. Hence the-” He gestured around vaguely and she cut him off, realization dawning on her features, “Hence the beating you with a newspaper and treating you as a dog. I understand.” 

She turned back to Joe, “Joe, right? I am SO sorry. I mean, I stand by my reaction but I take back what I said about your character.” 

Smiling, Joe assured her it was fine before looking at Sal thoughtfully. She turned back to Sal, unbothered by Joe’s watching eyes, “So, you’re alright then?”

Sal chuckled, “As alright as I can be, all things considered. But yes, this is my job and wasn’t a serious situation.”

She sighed, relieved, before blushing and letting a smile climb onto her face. She gave him a soft punch to the shoulder, “You really had me going. Your show must be hilarious.” 

His face lit up again and he found himself breaking eye contact, looking towards the ground and away from those powerful eyes. Opening his mouth to answer, he was interrupted by Joe, “Oh, we’re the best. You should give it a try. Sal’s our funniest guy, aside from me, of course.” He pulled a cheesy face and she giggled, looking at Sal with a twinkle in her eye. Feeling her eyes on him he raised his to meet them and the tenderness in her gaze made his heart soar. 

“I bet he is.” She said, so softly he almost didn’t catch it. But he did. His blush darkened, he was sure he looked like a ripe tomato, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to care because she looked the same. Her face had gone from dreamily staring at him to bright red and looking anywhere BUT Sal in seconds. He didn’t want to get his hopes up but that seemed like evidence to support his earlier theory, that maybe she was only going along with his nonsense because she found him attractive. Humoring him for the sake of interacting with him longer. He registered briefly that Joe had slipped away at some point, probably back to the others. Sal recognized Joe playing wingman. Giving him a compliment before slipping away and granting them some semblance of privacy. As much privacy as one can have while hooked up to a mic and surrounded by cameras. With this knowledge in mind, that at least one of his friends sees what he sees, the potential connection he has found in the strangest of ways, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

“Ahem,” he drew her attention back to himself with a small cough, “Do you have any more hand sanitizer?” 

She nodded, looking overwhelmed but almost relieved at the mundane question. She reached in her pocket and pulled it out, squirting some on her own hands before giving it to Sal. He did the same and the two sat quietly on the pharmacy floor, blushing and cleaning their hands. Sal’s heart was beating a million miles a minute but he knew he had to do something. Had to take a chance. Be a man, and all that. He turned to her, locking eyes with her and chewing on his lip. She cocked her head and looked at him, worried, “Are you okay? What’s on your mind? Thinking about how there’s definitely poop on this carpet we’re sitting on?” 

That sealed the deal for him and he surged forward, cupping her face in his hands as he pressed his lips gently to hers. He opened his eyes just in time to see hers close, shock forgone for acceptance as she leaned into his kiss. It was a quick kiss, chaste and light. He pulled away, face on fire, and looked at her with eyes as wide as dinner plates. She giggled, a blush dusting her cheeks and nose, the tips of her ears like little crimson beacons poking out of the h/c sea. She raised her hand to his face, humming contentedly when he tilted his head into her touch. He closed his eyes, only to open them almost immediately at the small groan let out by the woman holding him so sweetly. The sight before him was one he enjoyed greatly, she was pouting and it was absolutely adorable. 

He chuckled lightly, “What’s wrong?”

She bit back a smile, trying to remain petulant, “You have really pretty eyes. I wanted to see them, is all.” 

Sal couldn’t help the grin that illuminated his face, “You wanna know something? Your eyes are even prettier.”

The woman blushed and pushed him playfully. He became acutely aware of how nice she smelled, given their close quarters it was hard to miss. One whiff and his mind was sent careening through an entire hypothetical future, one where that smell meant home. He realized at that moment that he still didn’t know her name. Here he was imagining being with her until death do us part and he didn’t even know her name. 

She watched as he opened his mouth again, “Awkward question but, what’s your name?” 

Letting out a hearty laugh, she told him. She also gave him a light scolding for kissing her without permission, though she said she’d let him get away with it since it was clear he was a nervous wreck. 

Obstinately, he shot her a look, “I may not be known for being relaxed but you still held my hand when you thought I was a tick-ridden stalker.” Her face screwed up into one of guilt and defiance.

“I want to defend myself by saying I didn’t really think you did all that or I knew it was a show or even that I was so scared of you I was just playing along to be safe but honestly, I just thought you were really fucking attractive.” She shrugged, feigning ease though her blush betrayed her true feelings. 

Sal put a hand on her arm, “And I begged my friends not to target you because I thought you were pretty and didn’t want you to think I was a mongrel of a man.” 

She looked back at him and smiled, “Well, then I suppose we were meant to collide.” She thought for a moment before speaking again, “Could I…Would you mind…Can I get your number?” 

Grinning, Sal nodded, “Of course you can, are you kidding me?”

She shrugged, “Hey, I don’t know, you’ve got your own television show. You must be famous. I'm sure you have girls falling at your feet all the time. I wouldn’t blame them.”

He laughed and took her hand, drawing her eyes from her lap, “Sometimes. But not like this. This is different, for me at least.”

She seemed content with that answer. The two got up from the ground, exchanging numbers before she made her way to the back to sign all the necessary forms. 

Sal was left reeling in the afterglow of the experience. Best punishment he’s ever had, by far. I mean, not much of a punishment if it ends with a kiss and the potential for more. Sal blushed again, because “more” meant a lot of things. Heartwarming and… other parts warming, alike. He adjusted his pants and sighed happily, letting a small smile grace his lips as he thought about where he would want to take her on their first date. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her beautiful face and he decided he could really get used to that. 

He was startled by Q, who had approached him from behind, “Hey, Sal, you wanna know something?” Sal groaned, knowing exactly what was coming, “YOUR eyes are even PRETTIER.” 

He turned around and found Q and Murr both laughing wildly. He told them to fuck off, trying to keep his face schooled into an expression of annoyance but he couldn’t help the smile that forced through. Q noticed this immediately, “Wow, I mean, we knew she had some sort of effect on you but WOW. You better not chicken out on calling her.” 

Sal scowled, “I won’t, I’m not an idiot.” 

Right on cue, both Murr and Q opened their mouths and, “Wellllll…” before falling into laughter again. Sal rolled his eyes and walked away, glancing around for Y/N in a way he hoped was inconspicuous enough but in reality was probably very obvious. He found her talking with Joe, a soft smile on her face. For a split second he felt a sharp pain in his gut, a tangled ball of jealousy, hissing and snapping at his insides. As soon as it came, it was gone, because she saw him and the way her face lit up made his knees go weak and his insides melt. The writhing mass in his stomach eased a bit, her smile like a heat lamp making the covetous cobras sleepy and docile. Her smile widened and she waved, causing Joe to turn around, a grin spreading across his face when he saw Sal. He turned back to her and said something, something that drew her attention from Sal and made her blush profusely. Sal felt the envious serpents rising in his stomach again as Joe put his hand on her arm, nodded, and walked off with a smile. The snakes settled a bit as her eyes found their way back to his, their rattles quieting and mouths closing, waiting for the next move, still warmed by the smile she flashed his way moments before.

She approached him eagerly, unashamed of her giddiness. She got to a normal talking distance and took one step closer to him, effectively invading his personal space, though he had no mind to complain. Mirth in her eyes, she looked up at him, “I have to go, I had a whole list of things to do today and this,” she gestured to the chaos of the crew around them, “has thrown me a wee bit off schedule.” She laughed before going on, “It has been an absolute pleasure. Please, call me any time.”

Sall nodded, about to return the sentiment, when she pushed herself up on her toes and took his lips in hers. A sweet kiss, not quite as drawn out as their first but just as chaste. Before he could gather himself, she was headed off, with a glance over her shoulder and a small wave followed by a “call me” and that beautiful smile. 

Sal stood there for a moment, relishing the tingling sensation in his lips before growing aware of the many, many sets of eyes on him. He flushed deep red and told everyone to get back to their business, rushing away to find a bathroom so he could sit in solitude and process the day's events.

Finally alone, he opened his phone and stared at her contact, wishing belatedly that he had gotten a picture of her. For her contact photo, of course. Not to stare at longingly while he waited to see her again. He sent her a quick text, pressing send before he could think too hard about it and talk himself out of texting her at all. She responded almost immediately, enthusiasm laced in her every word. His body relaxed and he texted back, smiling as she joked with him. He lost track of time, holed up in the bathroom, happily waiting for each buzz of his phone. Eventually, someone came banging on the door, calling him back to set. He said his farewell and spent the rest of the day floating high above the set, drifting into daydreams whenever he wasn’t actively involved in a bit. Joe shot him a knowing glance and nudged him out of it whenever he could but he still found himself thinking about her the whole day through. He couldn’t wait to see her again.

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#like no i just didn't want to drink especially since i wanted to keep an eye on my friend. but i just didnt correct him so he'd fuck off

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

16 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

hi darlings! psa from me :)

so I've been thinking about it, and I've finally made up my mind. unfortunately, I'm not planning on writing any time soon and those requests from lovely people are just going to have to be permanently on hold. I'm not saying I'll never get to them, but please don't expect me to be posting them. I may pick up a few every now and then if I have time and inspiration strikes, but we'll see. sorry if this is a bummer to anyone who sent in a request, I just don't have the motivation or time to write much anymore. nothing personal. just need to focus on uni and I would love to focus more on my sketches as well. of course, I will still be posting Queen content and such (I'm literally on here all the time lol) but no new work from me :/ it's just best, I hate to keep disappointing people since I've had requests sitting there for a year (maybe longer) now. I'll still leave my teeny tiny masterlist up though! thanks for always supporting lovies! and please know my ask box will always be open in case you need to talk or just wanna ask questions 🖤

tl:dr >> I don't plan on writing anymore, i just don't have the time unfortunately. so sorry to those who have sent in requests. I will continue to post and my ask box is always open though. keep yourself alive darlings!

16 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

#3

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18 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#2

Joey 🥺😍 I miss him!

27 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I am gone y'all. this is all I will be thinking about for the rest of the week 🥺😍

87 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

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Trying to not let the knowledge that Q was a fireman consume my day and take over my whole life

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