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supernaturallyfantastically · 7 years

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Crush

This is my first posted fan fiction so please be gentle with me. This took a lot to do with my anxiety, pure panic attack mode right now.

Request: could you do anything you want with Murr from impractical jokers? 😂 xx

Pairing: Murr x reader

Content: fluff, humor

Warnings: one swear I think

Count: no clue, did it on my phone

There is something to be said about a city such as New York. So many different people going about their different lives with their different goals. Celebrities and average people coexisting and having a mutual understanding to just ignore each other and leave each other be. Yet still be helpful when they see a young woman crying on the street, or an old man taking a while to cross the road due to the deterioration of his cartilage. You had lived in New York your whole life and loved every minute of it. Granted you had moved from your original burrow a while ago and long since settled in Manhattan. Proudly you were originally from Staton Island and would tell anyone who asked. That's where you were born, had your first best friend, your first crush, kiss, and even first pregnancy scare. Your best friend had remained the same after ten years and constant contact. Her name was Jenna and she was six years older than you. That didn't matter much because you were pretty mature for your age and she helped you through a lot of things you couldn't talk to your mother about. She ended up being like a big sister to you and had been ever since. You would spend the night over at her house as often as possible and ended up getting to know her older brother and his three insanely goofy friends. Sometimes they would take you guys along on their adventures, getting into trouble and giving you amazing memories. Her brothers name was Sal and his friends were Joe, Q, and Murr. Come to think of it almost all of your firsts were with the boys and Jenna. Sadly as all good things come to and end your dad had gotten a job and your parents divorced. The courts decided your dad was better suited to be a parent since your mom had increasingly worrying mental problems. Just a couple days after your fourteenth birthday you were moved. It had been hard but you managed to get Jenna to stay with you for a week once a year until you hit twenty. She started dealing with her career and supposedly Sal had a tv show but you'd never seen it. As the years went on you had done really well in school and gotten a bachelors in nursing. You had a wonderful job in the emergency department at one of the Presbyterian hospitals in Manhattan, an apartment that you owned and even a German Shepherd whom you adored. Sometimes you still thought about the old days and wondered what happened to the boys though.

The night shift at the hospital just ended and of course you had gotten off late. Your scrubs were a deep charcoal color and your badge was still clipped the the front of your uniform. You had your phone in your pocket and headphones connected to your ears, completely emerging yourself in the music. The backpack you wore hung low on your back ending just above your rear, almost like a protective shield from people running into you. Your long hair, currently an unnatural color, had been pulled up into a high and tight ponytail with your bangs hanging down and some flyaway from work. At the moment you had just turned down the street with a coffee in hand heading home to catch some well deserved rest. You cut through a small park and took a second to enjoy all the different people living their lives. A woman was walking by carrying her heels obviously deep into her walk of shame, a man was reading the paper with an old looking dog laying in the sun. As you were looking around you noticed a tall man with gelled hair and a scraggly looking beard walk up to the woman carrying her heels. He smiled at her and without even a hello, he said the most random thing.

“Tell Santiago I'll pay him"

The woman looked confused and tried to walk away but he kept talking to her, not getting the hint that she just wanted to sleep one off. As you watched the exchange the gears in your head started turning incredibly slow. You've seen that man before, but where? Slowly you reached up and pulled your headphones out and almost like you were on auto pilot you walked towards the man and stopped right behind him. He turned around and looked at you with a weird look on his face and you two simply stared at each other for a moment. Five seconds later the gears in your head created enough energy for the lightbulb to turn on and the face you made must have made you look completely insane.

"Salvatore Vulcano" you spoke like a mother that had just caught her son peeing in the sink

"Um...yeah?" He raised his eyebrow at you

"Y/N Y/LN!!" You practically shouted and pointed to your badge

"Holy shit! Guys is Y/N!" He said while staring at you.

It was your turn to look at him strange. Just as you were about to excuse yourself a group of three grown men came charging out of nowhere towards you. In a split second you saw your life flash before your eyes and imagined how stupid your obituary was going to sound when mentioning the cause of death. However much to your delight, the group of middle aged men wrapped you up in the most amazing group hug you've ever had in your life. When they let go you looked at them all and it finally registered that it was the boys. Sure they had grown, lost some hair, and all had facial stubble but it was them none the less. However one of them in particular stood out to you in a way that was more than just reminiscent joy from your childhood. Murr stood back slightly and had the biggest most idiotic grin you've ever seen on a human being. He was bald with just a faint outline of where his hair once stood and was built with lean muscle. He had on a pair of nicely fitted jeans and a comfortable band tee, he looked almost like your teenage crush again. All of the guys, Murr included, started talking at once. They all pretty much shouted over each other about how you guys should go out and catch up, at some point they passed your phone around and put their numbers in it and even handed you theirs to do the same. Within moments they were being called back by a man wearing a black jacket and a drink holder full of coffees. You watched for a moment as they walked towards him. Murr turned his head to look back at you and for the briefest of moments you made eye contact with him. It was only a second but it seemed to last minutes. Definitely still had that school girl crush on the goofball.

With your surge of energy you pretty much speed walked to your apartment. As soon as you closed the door behind you a stupidly happy pup galloped towards you. He jumped up on you making sure to give you ridiculous amounts of kisses and to bark to show his excitement. You laughed and told him you missed him too before heading towards your bedroom. Keeping with your daily tradition you shed your clothes every step of the way until you were just in a pair of cotton panties and climbed into the bed. You leaned over to plug your phone in to charge when you noticed a text. It was from Murr of all people, and this made your stomach feel funny.

You smiled at how sweet it was that he wanted to spend some time with you. He used to ignore you as a kid most of the time. You haven’t gotten much taller since the last time they’ve seen you, barely 5’2. However you will admit with a slight air of pride that puberty did good things to you. Curves in all the right places, not a huge chest but noticeable, and for some reason your ass looks like you’ve been doing squats every day for three years. Just like every woman though you were self conscious. Jesus it’s been over two years since your last relationship and even then you wouldn’t take your shirt off. With that thought you set your phone down and snuggled into your down covered bed. It’d been a long day.

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It had been a couple weeks since you reunited with the boys. The five of you went out for dinner a couple of times but you haven’t done anything one on one with any of them. Although the looks Murr was giving you did not go unnoticed. When you would laugh at the stories they told he would stare at you with the wonder of a child, like he’s never seen something like it before. It confused you on different levels, but it also warmed your heart. Yep, definitely more than a crush.

You were walking home from work when your phone went off. It was Murr and just seeing his name made your stomach get that feeling again. You opened the message and a broad smile crossed your lips.

With a giggle you texted him back and arranged where to meet. This time when you walked home you had a bounce in your step and felt as light as a feather. When you got home and laid down you called your trusty pup to lay with you. For what felt like an eternity you talked to him about James. About how he had confidence, dressed well, sense of humor to boot. The only reason you stopped talking was because you had drifted off to sleep.

You looked yourself over in the mirror. You had on a nice fitting pair of jeans (miss me’s of course), an off the shoulder mint green long sleeved blouse and a charcoal gray tank top underneath. For shoes you had on a simple pair of black Chuck Taylor’s. Your make up was simple and light and your hair was slightly wavy and had some wonderful volume going on. With a smile you decided you looked decent and grabbed your purse and tugged it across your chest. A quick kiss goodbye for your pup and you were out the door. It was 8:25 and the bar wasn’t too far so you ended up beating Murr there. When you did get there you promptly grabbed a table and ordered two shots of whiskey, two beers and a double Long Island. You sat up at the table and fiddled with your hair making sure you looked good without trying. The nervousness started to set in when the waitress set down the drinks and you were left with a large amount of alcohol and no one sitting with you. You arranged the table over and over and drank about two log islands in the course of fifteen minutes. You looked at your phone and frowned. He was late, no call, no text. Was he standing you up? Maybe he got hurt? Just as you were starting to think that this was a bad idea, the door swung open and your jaw hit the floor. Murr was standing there dressed nicely, however, on top of his balding head was a wig of thick black and gray hair. He strutted up to you and plopped down with a grin.

“Hey sorry I’m a little late, filming ran longer than expected. Did you get these drinks for me?”

You just stared at his head like you didn’t trust the thing that rested there

“Yeah. James? What the fuck is on your head?” You asked rather to the point

“Punishment” he said with a grin and a slight twitch. He still had that cute little nervous tick.

“You guys are so weird” You shook your head and held up one of the shot glasses for a toast

“To punishments” you said and he laughed and clanked his glass with yours.

The evening went rather well considering his twitching and constant readjustments to his wig. The two of you talked about what had happened in life since you were fourteen. He told you about his book, and the show of course, Tara, and his family. You told him about nursing and your apartment, kind of lame in comparison in your opinion, yet he listened intently like it was the most interesting thing. Without even realizing it the two of you had stayed until the bar closed, ever the gentlemen Murr covered the tab you’d opened. When you two walked outside he was telling you about the time they had shaved his head and eyebrows.

“The only reason I did it was because you can’t refuse a punishment. This is Q’s hair” he pointed to his head and you giggled. He was talking a mile a minute and his neck kept twitching.

“James?” You called innocently. He looked down at you and you leaned up and kissed his lips softly, innocently. When you pulled back and looked up at him he looked shocked.

“W-what was that f-for?” His face was very red.

“I needed to shut you up” You grinned and his face mimicked yours. A second later he had his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flat against him.

“It’ll take more than one little kiss to do that” his grinned changed from playful to sinister as he moved a hand to the back of your neck and kissed you deeply, his wig hair tickling your cheeks. This man is definitely more than just the class clown you remembered him as.

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berdlypilled · 3 years

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Unfollowing. Your're posts are bad. More impractical jokers fan-fiction next time please.

do you think the impractical jokers have discovered each others bodies

#ex tag #impractical jokers

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wisteria-lodge · 3 years

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lion primary (bird model) + slightly burnt lion secondary

Hi there! I’m a fan of your sorting posts, and of your kind and insightful way of supporting people in finding out more about themselves. So naturally I’d be very interested in your take about my own sorting, if you’re game! :)

I won’t talk much about my Secondary, because now that I’m starting to unburn my Lion seems very clear to me, even when my explosion-prone Badger model still tries to get in the way of that clarity sometimes. The more interesting riddle is my Primary. So far I’m operating under the working theory that I am a Lion with a very strong Bird model - or is it the other way ‘round?

The supposed dichotomy between “thinking” and “feeling” in many of the more binary personality models has always bugged me, so it’s no wonder this is the area where whenever I feel like I’ve decided on who I am (for now) a new question mark pops up (so much fun!).

If ‘thinking’ and ‘feeling’ doesn’t work for you as terminology, it might help to think of Lion as leading with subconscious reasoning, and Bird as leading with conscious reasoning.

Instead of trying to formulate a cohesive text, which would have gotten even longer, I’m putting together an associative list of thoughts and stories that kept turning up while I was trying to figure out my Primary.

A very Lion primary way to solve a problem, not gonna lie ;)

- I think I got my Bird model from my father, who made quite an effort to teach me to look at things from all angles. As a child, whenever I got in a fight with this friend I had, he would sit me down and ask me to put myself in my friend’s shoes. It was hard, because a lot of the time my friend was being unfair to me and I actually could have used some support, someone to tell me that it was not okay to treat me this way. But I’m still immeasurably grateful for my father’s lessons, through which I’ve learned to understand peoples’ motivations and gained an understanding for the complexities of every conflict. He also taught me to doubt, to look closer, to not just believe the first thing I see, or want to see. To this day I still consider my ability to pin down the relevant factors of a situation before I make judgments one of my strengths.

That definitely sounds like a very strong, beloved Bird model.

- Whenever I had to write an essay at school or uni, I first had to come up with some aspect about the subject that I really cared about, even could be passionate about. (I am passionate about many things, so it was usually possible to find some connection to that.) Then I would use the essay to discuss this aspect in great detail, ending with a polemic flourish. I had the time of my life doing that; meanwhile the text would structure itself magically in relation to the issue I had chosen to focus on. Whenever I tried to write without such a focus, I’d get bored, stressed and the text would be of a much lower quality.

- Something similar happened in oral exams at uni: Only when I got the opportunity to bring a discussion paper (a few pointed statements regarding the exam topic) which I could then debate, I was able to recollect all the important details I needed for that. If I just had to report on the topic or answer questions, I often got confused, to the point of drawing a complete blank.

Linking things to emotion and passion - thinking with emotion and passion, basically - is a Lion primary thing. Especially if doing that makes you feel safe & comfortable & effective & happy.

- Even as a teenager I was very interested in philosophy, ethics and moral decision making.

I love teaching philosophy to teenagers. It’s the perfect time for it, they are so into it, and if it were up to me I would absolutely make it a required class.

I picked up certain philosophical ideas and concepts that I liked and integrated them in my belief system (yes, I know how very Bird that sounds).

I had my mind blown by Genealogy of Morals in high school, and I still won’t shut about Eichmann in Jerusalem. But what was so staggering to me in high school was… here are these ways of thinking that are possible and allowed. The fact that here they are in words in front of me made me a great deal more expansive.

Now that I think about it — I don’t remember adjusting my beliefs as in any way traumatic back then. The shift from a belief in the Christian God to Mother Goddess to my very own brand of agnostic paganism was smooth, natural.

Now that I think about it… I would describe myself as a mythic relativist (which is a term I just made up.) Systems of belief are metaphors, and they’re metaphors trying to describe and say something large and beautiful about what it means to be human, and what it means to live a good life. And since we are all human, they are all attempting to describe the same central, indescribable thing in different ways.

I feel this very deeply, but it took me a long while to be able to articulate it.

I constantly reevaluate, and I adapt.

You stop reevaluating and adapting, might as well be dead.

Still, there are some basics I’ve kept with me that just make too much sense to me to give up, and some that perhaps I keep because I just really like them and I’m kind of attached to them.

… somebody’s thinking with Pathos :)

- I’m a constructivist at heart, so that makes it much easier to tweak the content of my beliefs while staying true to the principle that we (socially) construct our reality, and (my take on this): that I choose what kind of world I want to live in, and according to that I make choices which are the most likely to create that world.

- At uni I attended a seminar about the development of moral judgment and action. What I remember most clearly about it is how much it bugged me that the other students didn’t seem to understand that morality always depends on the perspective. Even though I had definite moral convictions that I was ready to fight for, at the same time it seemed obvious to me that theoretically there could be a justification for every kind of moral guideline; it depended on your principles and the world you wanted to live in.

A human after my own heart.

I wanted to understand these different perspectives, not talk about empty categories like “right and wrong” or “good and evil” that meant nothing to me. I still feel that way.

Absolutely. I don’t use alignments when I DM Dungeons & Dragons. I mean, I can list evil *things* but that’s not the same thing as defining *being evil.* I want to know WHY these people did these evil things.

It just seems so impractical and complicated to base a conversation on those broad categories that don’t have any definition people can agree on instead of referring either to defined principles (in order to explain what good/ bad is *for you*) or consequences of certain actions, and whether you want them/ accept them/ don’t want them.

Oh that’s a fun discussion. Asking a highschooler to define “evil.”

(and then they have to figure out what moral systems Jigsaw, Pinhead, the Joker, and Bane all subscribe to.)

- Between “the Revolutionary” and “the Grail Knight”, I would love to be the former, but I’m clearly the latter. I’m someone who questions, not someone who knows.

Take my archetypes with a grain of salt, they are supposed to describe characters. (Who are different from people - but still useful, because they are attempts to describe us.) I actually want to write more about the differences I see between the way fictional secondaries are written and the way real-life secondaries work.

And just “knowing”... is dangerous. That’s how Exploded Lions happen.

There are a lot of causes I find worthy to fight for, but I haven’t committed to any one, which so far I’ve attributed to my Burned Secondary (How do I do things?).

Sounds about right.

If I’m honest, though, it feels a bit strange to really, really fight for anything. I’d rather contribute to the cause by keeping an eye on whether we stay aligned to our values on every level of the fight, not by storming sightlessly in front of some army. (I got polemic again, didn’t I? ;))

So after all this Bird talk, why do I think that I’m a Lion?

… that was the Bird segment?

- I trust my intuition. It has never steered me wrong, with one exception: My Primary burned for a time when I first understood the concept of privilege and internalized bias, which was coincidentally at a time when I also went through a lot of changes in my personal life. Like many people unaware of their own privilege, I had thought of myself as “one of the good ones”. I learned that even with the best intentions I could cause great harm without even noticing it. This then also happened to me in a relationship, when I was already confused, hurt and more than a bit burned. It seemed like I couldn’t trust my intuition anymore, but I also couldn’t figure out intellectually what to believe, because I felt mentally overwhelmed by all those new concepts, all of which put my previous convictions into question. Which Primary burned then?

Been there, done that, it’s brutal. It sounds to me like a Lion dramatically changing direction - that’s what I mean when I say that it *hurts* when a Lion changes their mind. Birds see their past selves that thought wrong as almost different people. “I wasn’t aware of my privilege then, now I am, and can take steps doing forward.” But if you’re a lion it’s like… I *should* have been aware, and the fact that I wasn’t says something terrible about my moral/emotional calibration, and THAT has to be put right.

- I felt like everything I had learned about the world and myself didn’t count anymore. My concepts and my strategies didn’t serve me anymore. So I started to rebuild everything from scratch, this time with less pride and more practicality.

Yeah. That’s some Lion recalibration. With a Bird Model, to help.

- Anyway, I trust my intuition. It contains my experiences, instinct and all my accumulated unconscious observations of the situation, and it’s very reliable. Usually I use it as an important source of information which I try to back up with data/ understanding, but when push came to shove and the apparent facts would contradict what my intuition told me, I would be unable to set my gut feeling aside. I wouldn’t follow it blindly, of course. But I would never just go against it either. If the voices of my unconscious and conscious mind don’t align, I keep poking at the issue until they do. If I absolutely cannot come to a satisfying conclusion, I go with my gut. Since I know it usually knows what it’s doing, I’ll find out the reasons for my feelings later. (Weird, says my inner bird who is busy compiling these examples.)

I’LL FIND THE REASON FOR MY FEELINGS LATER. What a perfect way of articulating what is perhaps the central experience of being a Lion primary.

- Probably I’m just both, you know. Some interesting lion/bird-chimaera. I like it.

I read you as a pretty clear Lion Primary, Bird primary model. But as always, the decision is very personal.

- I have a weird way of processing information: I read/ hear it, work to understand it, work to connect it to existing knowledge in my mind, then my beliefs, my existing knowledge and my feelings about it all wind around each other, grow into each other, some dissolve together, becoming a swamp which then nourishes the plants of new ideas and connections that grow from it.

You grok it. And that’s not weird.

I often can’t remember where certain knowledge came from. I can’t take it out of a memory shelf and tell you about it. I usually remember that I’ve read a certain book and whether I liked it / it influenced me, but I won’t exactly remember what was in it, even if it was important to me. Because all that information is already processed/ digested/ transformed into something new. It’s much easier to access my memory swamp intuitively than consciously.

and you seriously had like… any doubt that you were a Lion.

In intellectual discussions I tend to get stuck because I just can’t remember enough of the details (for my satisfaction), just my conclusions about the topic and how I feel about it.

I’m inclined to think that not accessing the details is either a secondary thing, or an entirely unrelated processing thing.

What do you make of all this? I’m very curious!

[On an unrelated note, I’d like to specify the compliment I made at the beginning of this post. I’m really impressed with your ability to pick up on what people need, not just what they say they want. As a counselor this is a skill I try to hone, so I know how difficult it is to not get too distracted by the story people tell and miss the more subtle cues. You have a powerful combination of perceptiveness, insight and so much kindness, which you use to effectively support people who have questions, are in distress or confused. You don’t generalize. You don’t judge. You see the people who talk to you. I love that you’re a teacher, because I can see you’re using the influence that gives you in a way that contributes to making the world a better place. Fellow Idealist, I’d like to give you a High Five for that, if I may. :)))]

I’m not sure I’ve ever been given a better compliment. Thank you.

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unhingedthirst · 1 year

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Guys the brain big sad and I’m having a hard time with writing. Just letting y’all know. If anyone wants to request something smaller like HC Or blurbs I feel like I can manage that lol till I have the brain power to finish my longer one shots

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coveredinsun · 3 years

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farty marty :) (thats me) says hi

Unfollowing. Your're posts are bad. More impractical jokers fan-fiction next time please.

#hi salgod420 #asks

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lavieboheme930 · 5 years

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Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? :No When you did see a photo, was it how you'd imagined them?:N/A The last time you threw up, what caused it?:Stomach virus If you saw Rent Live on Fox, did you like Valentina as Angel?:N/A Did you have any foreign exchange students at your high school?:Not in high school Did they have favorite foods from your country they'd never had before?:N/A Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven't yet?:Of course. Has bad weather ever prevented you from getting to work?:Yes Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion?:No. I think religion is needed Have you ever internet stalked anybody?:No Have you ever had a stalker? :Yes Do you think sage smells like marijuana? (Some people do.):I wouldn't know Are you ever guilty of hypocrisy?:No Have you kept the same icon here for a long time?:I just joined Why did you choose your icon, anyway?:N/A Have you ever made any friends through Bzoink?:N/A Would you like to make any friends through Bzoink?:N/A Any fun facts (on any topic) you'd like to share? :No Did you ever watch Labyrinth?:No Could you ever see anybody other than Bowie as Jareth?:I never saw it. Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love?:YES!!! Is there anything you have a chip on your shoulder about?:No Do you like it when people give you nicknames?:Yes Do you often find yourself checking out people's butts?:No Can you be friends with people with opposing political views?:Yes When you make friends, are you usually the one to 'make the first move'?:depends What fandoms are you in?:Impractical Jokers Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left?:Outlander. Those women got too crazy Anything the fans in your fandoms do that pisses you off?:YES!!! Do you ship anybody in your fandoms?:No If so, what is your OTP? Your NoTP?:N/A Do you more often feel superior or inferior to others?:inferior What kind of pasta is your favorite?:Any Do you like beef jerky?:not really Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips?:kettle cooked What smells remind you of your childhood?:none Do you write down your own recipes, or just commit them to memory?:I don't cook Can you do any impressions?:Yes What color do you want to dye your hair?:scarlet red Do you have a 'meet cute' story with your partner or friend?:Nope Did you know A Star is Born was technically a remake?:Yes I knew that since I saw the one from the 70's. (There have been many versions of it.) How do you like your chicken?:any way Do you enjoy cheese fries?:yes Do you eat refried beans?:not really What is a food you enjoy, but don't have very often?:Nothing in particularly Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Why?:I don't know really Favorite fictional world?:Harry Potter totally Do you like fuzzy socks?:no Do you wear slippers all the time in the winter?:yes Do you use lint rollers often? :no Do you carry pepper spray?:no Have you ever had to use it? :n/a Have you ever been kicked out of a public place? Why?:no Best thing to do during a power outage?:I don't know...just relax I guess Has your power ever gone out for more than a day?:Yes Art posters and tees where they have put tattoos and piercings...:Huh on Old Hollywood stars -- yay or nay?:nay Do you have/have you ever had an unusual pet?:no Do you donate to any associations that care for animals?:yes What keeps you coming back to Bzoink?:surveys duh

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