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americas1suiteheart · 8 months

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Impractical Jokers has taken over all of my interest, especially Q, so here you guys go, some Brian Quinn stuff.

Not In On the Joke

Brian "Q" Quinn x Fem! Reader

Summary; The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. (I've gotten really bad about writing summaries, sorry).

Notes; This was an idea I had in my head for a while so I decided to just get to writing it. This one's also just a little short, too short for my liking but I wanted to post something.

Extra Note; The words in italics are the rest of the Jokers talking into the earpiece.

Warnings; Some cursing, but that's about it.

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"Alright, Q, it's your turn now, go on out there". Sal says. The rest of the Jokers watch Q as he walks to the middle of the park and stands in a random spot.

"Alright, give me somethin', anything and I'll do it, I'm not gonna lose to Murr." Q says, rubbing his hands together and swaying slightly.

The Jokers stay quiet for a few moments trying to spot someone they can get Q to go up to. "Okay, you see the person wearing the blue cardigan, go walk up to her." Joe speaks into Q's earpiece. Q does as asked and Murr speaks into the earpiece.

"Okay, what now?"

"Kinda creep up on them from behind and tap their shoulder and say, "I was watching you from over there, I gotta say, you look really interesting."" Murr says, giggling.

Q sighs, running his hand through his hair and walks up from behind to the girl. He gets close to her and taps her shoulder. She turns around slowly and stares up at him confused.

"Excuse me, but I was watching you from over there and I gotta say, you look really interesting." Q says, turning around and pointing at a random spot in the park and looking back at the girl, standing awkwardly in front of her.

The woman stays looking at him, not saying a word with her mouth slightly agape for a few seconds. "Oh, uh. Interesting? What do you mean by interesting?" She says, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Well uh, you know.. Interesting." Q replies, shrugging his shoulders.

"Make her as uncomfortable as possible. Just stay quiet and just stare at her." Joe says. Q could hear giggling from Murr and Sal through his earpiece.

Q turns his head away and lets out a breathy laugh, shortly turning back to the woman and staring her in the eyes with as blank of a face as he could with wide eyes.

The woman stares at him for a while before finally looking at anywhere else but at him and letting out an uncomfortable laugh. She scratches the back of her neck and stares down at her feet.

Q felt terrible, he doesn't like looking at people directly either, and it definitely seemed like she did either. There was just an awkward silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, that would be quickly fixed by the rest of the Jokers, as they began speaking into Q's earpiece again.

"Okay, okay, I want you to ask for her number." Sal says. Q could practically hear the smile just by the way he said it.

Q turns away from the woman again. "Is this one of those things where you get one of your friends to be in on the joke? Because if it isn't then I might just get punched in the face in a minute." Q says quietly into the mic hidden on him.

"Nope, she's not in on the joke, unfortunately for you, man. But you can always take the loss." Sal replies.

"You guys are dicks." Q says quietly before turning back to face the woman.

She had an odd look on her face, not even so much uncomfortable anymore but just confused. "Uh, were you saying something?"

"No, no, I wasn't saying anything, sorry."

"Dude she probably thinks you're insane right now!" Murr says, laughing as he does so.

"He uh, do you think... Oh my god... Do you think, that I can maybe get your number, sweetheart?" Q asks, awkwardly laughing in between.

The woman's expression quickly turned into one of shock. Her face and ears began to flush red, something that she thanked could easily be passed off as a result of the cold weather.

"Um, sure. Let me put it into your phone, or I could also write it down for you, too?" The woman says after snapping out of her trance like state. She tried to say it as confidently as she could, trying to hide every ounce of anxiety and fear she had. She wasn't even sure if she was thinking when she said that, she thought to herself.

She thought that he was an attractive guy, probably one of the most attractive guys to come up to her in a long while. He has a nice appearance, with bushy brows, brown down-turned eyes, a clean shaven face, and to top it off a great smile when he was wearing one.

She thought that the way he dressed himself was nice, one of those things where it looked comfortable and simple yet still classy. His softer body type fit well with the length of his hair, she liked how good it looked with the hat he was wearing, and the slight graying of his hair made him all the more attractive.

Yes, the part where he stared at her for an uncomfortable amount of time was odd, same thing with when he seemed like he was just talking to himself for a while, but she had already completely forgotten about that right at the moment he called her 'sweetheart'.

"I, uh... Are you sure?" Q asked, it was now his turn to be just as shocked as she was before.

The rest of the Jokers were just as shocked and confused as he was, they weren't laughing or even smiling, they just stood looking at Q and the woman from their setup with confused looks plastered on their faces.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Unless you don't want it?" The woman said, unsure of herself.

"Oh, uh. Yeah alright, here you can put it into my phone." Q handed her his phone and watched as she put her contact into it, then typing her name in.

"My name's Y/n, by the way. Figure you'd need to know that so you don't accidentally delete my contact." Y/n says, putting her hand out to Q.

Q takes her hand and shakes it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Brian, but my friends call me Q." He says, flashing a charming smile, more comfortable and confident then just moments ago.

"Well, uh, I need to be on my way, I was supposed to be somewhere like five minutes ago, but I'm glad I stayed. Hopefully I'll get to talk to you later, Brian. It was nice to meet you too."

"I'll definitely be talking to you later, sweetheart. Have a good rest of your day, thank you." Q says, sending a wink and waving goodbye before turning to walk away.

Q slightly jogs over to the setup where the rest of the Jokers were and takes his earpiece out while walking to stand next to them.

"What the hell just happened? What the hell did we just do?" Sal says, looking back and forth and Joe and Murr.

"I just got a girl's number is what happened, and I think that makes Murr the loser this time." Q says, patting Murr on the back and laughing with a smug smile on his face.

"Can we even put that on the episode?" Joe says, rubbing his face.

The cameramen and rest of the crew look at each other and shrug, seeming to not really know the answer for it either.

Q takes out his phone and opens it. "Let's see, let me text her number that she gave me that's currently in my contacts right now, on my phone." He says, clearly trying to rub it in the guys' faces.

Sal rolls his eyes. "You just gotta hope she likes cats now, Q."

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I'm going to be completely honest with all of yall, I had no clue on how to end this and it's the reason why it took me a month to finish, but we don't talk about that because it's done now. Hope you enjoyed.

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 3 months

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can I please get headcannons for the bones boys taking you out on a first date? Thank you so much for writing for bones!

A/N: anything for my bones boys

Booth would definitely do something unconventional. Something fun, unexpected, something that was a bit competitive, but mostly something where he could show off.

"Really?" you almost laughed as you stood in front of the entrance. "The fair?"

"Oh, come on. When was the last time you did something like this?" He nudged you on your shoulder, wagging his eyebrows at you.

He would then proceed to win you a giant stuffed bear at the duck shoot.

"What?" he shrugged nonchalantly, "Like's hard?"

"Not for you apparently," you teased. "Though I expect being a ranger turned FBI agent probably helps."

You started walking backwards enjoying the challenging look in his eyes.

"Are you trying to rial me up?" he questioned, smirking at you.

You leaned in close to him, enjoying the way his breathing increased. "Depends, how easy do you fluster?"

You pulled away, making your way towards the ring toss.

"Oh, I see how it is," Booth shouted as he trailed after you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

The first date with Booth would solely about getting to know you, making you laugh, and gauging just how comfortable he could be around you. It would absolutely end with him being a giant tease and kissing you on the corner of your mouth or your temple.

Hodgins, rich (so rich he doesn't even know how rich), Hodgins would try and impress you. At least that was his first thought. Private and obscenely expensive dinner? Check. Expensive car to get you there? Check.

But like many things in Jack's life, it never really went according to plan.

"Oh, come on!" Jack grumbled at the flat tire. "I just had the car serviced. I can't believe this."

It was only when you started laughing that he relaxed enough to look at you.

"What?" He asked a bit in disbelief. Crushing thoughts about how this was the worst first date to never actually even start diminished at the sight your smile.

"I don't think I've seen you this stressed since you tried to hide TNT experiment from Cam," you said laughter dying down.

"Hey, that civil war exhibit didn't need it as much as us," he reasoned, a smile now stretching across his own face as he leaned against his car.

You mirrored his movements, shoulder pressed against his as you leaned against the car.

"I wanted this to be perfect. But just about everything seems to have gone wrong."

"Well, it's a good thing the night isn't over yet," you looked around. "You know, I think we're close to the diner."

"You can't be serious," he laughed. A mixture of disbelief and awe.

"Dead. I never needed anything fancy anyways - just you Jack."

From that moment, he knew that he wasn't ever going to mess it up. You were it for him.

Sweets would want to do anything where the two of you could just talk. We know he's done a pottery class before so something along those lines. Really anything where he got to just look at you with a big grin on his face and listen to every word that came out of your mouth.

"Lance?"

"Yeah?"

"Your chicken is burning."

"Oh, shit."

You let out a laugh that made him forget all about the charred chicken. He, in hindsight, should have known better than to plan a cooking class as your first date. Not when you distracted him so easily he could chop a finger off. Definitely not his best idea.

"Here, we can just share mine," you said as you fed him some of your food. All teasing smiles and delicious prolonged eye contact.

Definitely not his worst date idea.

Wendell is one for simplicity. He wants to get to know you, but he also doesn't want to go overboard and scare you off. He'd plan for a simple dinner (your pick) and make a walk around the city.

The street lights illuminated the city, a cool breeze rushing past you. You tried your best not to seem cold - you'd opted for looks- not practically. Now you were paying the price for it.

A sudden rush of warm hit you, you looked up at Wendell who'd wordlessly placed his jacket over your shoulders.

"Wendell-"

"Don't even mention it. Can't have you getting sick now, can I?" He gently nudged your shoulder with his own as you walked side by side. "Wouldn't want you to rain check the next date."

"The next one?" you prodded - warmth washing over your cheeks. "Someone is presumptuous," you teased.

"Nah, just optimistic," He smiled brightly at you. "So, what do ya say?"

"I think your odds are looking pretty good," you looped your arm to hold on to his.

Wendell wouldn't necessarily consider himself a betting man, but he'd say he won out on this one.

Vincent was quiet sure how he'd managed it. It was all a bit of blur if he was honest. One second you both were discussing how no number before a thousand contains the letter a, and the next he had asked you out. And you'd said yes.

He almost thought he'd dreampt it, really. You'd had to call out his name twice before he blinked himself back into reality.

Now he stood in front of your door holding flowers that were wilting away by the second - he swore he'd just gotten them and they looked pristine.

He let out a sigh, knuckles frozen over the door. This would be, fine. You already said yes. Oh, God.

Knuckles knocking against the door, he frantically smoothed out his hair.

"Vincent!"

You leaned in for a hug, crushing the flowers, but he couldn't bring himself to care. You pulled away giving him this brilliant smile that put him at ease.

"Are those for me?"

"Wha- yes. Yes, they are for you." He handed you the roses. "Did you know over 30,000 rose varieties exist today?"

You let out a small laugh, eyes still sparkling. "I didn't, but thank you for telling me."

That smile of your really did put him at ease. This would be fine - this would be great - because he was with you.

When Colin asked you to go out with him to the Slasherthon at the local movie theater he wasn't actually sure you'd say yes. But he figured the worst you could say was no - or you know, laugh at him until he fell into an endless abyss of shame.

Either would be fine.

He expected the abyss.

He did not expect you to say yes. Let alone actually show up. But there you were in a Jason Voorhees t-shirt all smiles as he walked up to you.

"Are you ready for lots of gore and eating our weight in popcorn?" You asked practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. He'd never seen anything more lively or beautiful in his life.

"A person after my own heart," he said dramatically - hand placed over his own heart.

"Come on, Colin," you grabbed his hand pulling him into the theater. As you led him away he realized the abyss option would have been much worse than he had anticipated.

You were a light shining into his abyss.

Aubrey would take you to a nice sit down restaurant. He spent the better half of the week trying to decide where exactly to take you. He'd finally settled on a restaurant you had been talking about trying for a month now.

"Aubrey, how did you know I wanted to eat here?" You asked, leaning forward. Your eyes excitedly bouncing between the menu and Aubrey.

"You've been talking about it," he shrugged, trying his hardest to be nonchalant about it.

"Aubrey- I mentioned it once, like, a month ago." You laughed a bit in disbelief.

"And?"

"And how do you remember something like that?"

"It sounded important to you, why wouldn't I want to remember it?"

He'd be lying if he didn't say he enjoyed that look on your face. A mixture of disbelief and being heard - actually heard.

"Now, I'm thinking we go family style on this bad boy and see what all the fuss is about." Aubrey leaned forward, both of you so close to the other. If the flowers in the middle of the table weren't in the way he just might have leaned in for kiss.

"You sure you can leave some food for me?" You teased, your eyes sparkling in a way that made Aubrey realize he never wanted to see your eyes without it.

"Sweetheart, I'd leave all of it for you if you asked."

"Liar," you laughed.

"Alright some of it, but that's better than none!"

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veryberryjelly · 6 months

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yo yo

so i've lost a bit of inspiration lately due to some mental health issues, but i love writing, so i am trying my best to get that inspo back.

to do this i have accumulated 34 lyric prompts and randomly assigned them to my 34 favourite characters to write for.

and y'all get to decide which you want to see first.

either comment/send in a number or character and i'll post that fic !

prompt playlist

all these fics will be under the tag #*ੈ⸝⸝🦢⋆𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐩𝐭 so you can see which fics i’ve written !!

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bqu1nns · 8 months

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intermittently - brian q.

my first fan fic ever!! [clap] [clap] in this fanfic, brian is a minor, 16-17 years old???? and the reader is a minor as well so no freaky stuff!!! leave comments on how i can improve PLEASEEE i love ya bye bye !

word count : 713

january 29th 1992

“i think i love you”, brian says to you, as the confession echoes through the late winter air. his words are pouring out more than he would have hoped. his gaze remained focused on your eyes only, observing your reaction with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.

he is certainly not the type of highschool teenager to get all shy and nervous around other people but whenever he was around you, brian's demeanor shifted in your presence. he became a gentle and caring soul, a stark contrast to his usual self. from the first day you stepped into high school, he took it upon himself to ensure your well-being, guiding you through the hallways and making sure you found your classes.

the place of confession, in all honesty, isn't ideal. but, it does hold sentimental value – just right outside the back doors of your highschool that had witnessed countless moments between the two of you. from accidental hand touches in the cafeteria line, exchanging silly faces in the hallway and sharing lunches by the football field, this place held a trove of shared memories.

you always thought to yourself that it was impossible to ever get bored of him. brian had a knack of turning uncomfortable moments into wholesome jokes, gently caressing your shoulder in hopes of making you feel better. everytime he leaves those innocent touches against your skin, you can't help but blush, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

with the help of the cold january breeze nipping against your neck, you snap back to reality. the very boy that you've liked for a year just said the words that you've spent nights fantasizing and giggling against your pillow about. the soft wind tousled his soft brown hair, revealing his furrowed eyebrows, still awaiting for an answer while you were daydreaming.

a subtle tension lingers in the air between the two of you, like a red string tied to the both of you. brian senses that you felt contemplated in the moment, took a step back, and let you figure out what you were going to say next. he places his hands over his face in complete embarrassment, letting out a nervous laugh and says, “look, i didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. i just wanted to let you know how i feel for you since i've been sensing some things have changed between the two of us.”

god! hes sickeningly sweet.

“i.. i never would have expected this,” you say, trying to control your heart from jumping out of your chest. you finally look up to brian to see how beautiful he looks. the winter sun had casted a soft glow on his face, accentuating the sincerity of his brown eyes.

i wanna kiss him. badly.

brian, who can't stop smiling, stood in front of you, softly brushing the hair from your face with his fingers. his hands then moved down to your jacket, anxiously playing with the zipper. the awkward silence was filled with unspoken emotions.

“you know, brian,” you begin softly, “this might sound crazy but, i've been trying to muster those words for the longest time myself.” his lips part gently, waiting to hear what you’ll say next.

“i love you,” you confessed. his eyes, wide with surprise and joy, met yours, and the entire atmosphere shifted. brian’s mittens, warm against your gentle skin, cupped your cheek. “i've been waiting to hear those words for so long,” brian whispered against your forehead, pressing a kiss against it.

a moment of hesitation flows through the both of you as your bodies are close against one another. everything is silent except for the sound of the two sounds of breathing and giggles leaving the both of you. he leans in closer to your face, merely inches away. without any needed words, both of your lips met in a kiss.

you finally feel the lips you've been wanting to kiss ever since the day he lended you his coat when you were feeling a “bit cold”. since the day he held you gently in his arms as you cried in his arms. since the day he “accidentally” kissed your cheek when you accomplished something that you've been wanting.

since forever.

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hellotherepalpalpals · 2 years

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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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Cruise

Warnings: smut!

Words: 3.2k

Summary: You weren’t expecting your cruise to go the way it did.

A/N: i honestly hate this fic, i need to stop writing when im not sober bc it always comes out so rushed and unorganized and i get too lazy to edit😭

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It was day two on the Impractical Jokers Cruise, and you were getting pretty sick of it.

You loved the Impractical Jokers and you were having plenty of fun interacting with the other fans and eating great food, but being on the water often made you sick.

Today was especially bad because not only were you seasick, you were also hungover. You drank heavily on the first day to loosen up and try to be more social, and that proved to be a horrible decision as you were really facing the consequences now.

Despite your pounding head and the nauseous feeling that was lodged in your throat, you managed to get yourself cleaned up so you could head out to the main part of the deck. There were lots of activities planned, but you knew you couldn’t partake in them because of your hangover and general gloomy mood.

You didn’t mind, though. You still had two days to make up for the lack of energy today, and you promised yourself that you wouldn’t drink as much as you did last night.

All of the people on the boat started shuffling around and you followed them, the entire group making their way to the front of the stage where the Jokers would crack a few jokes and whatnot.

To be honest, your focus was not on the four men being their usual idiotic selves at the moment. You were trying your best to keep the sun out of your eyes so it wouldn’t worsen your already painful migraine. The loud -what you could only describe as- screeching of the mic rang in your ears and you thought it might have burst your eardrums and made your head explode.

Thankfully you were still in one piece when the Jokers got off the stage, and you immediately hurried towards the bar so you could get a cold drink to bring you back to your senses. You saw all the fans grouping together in a large circle where you assumed the four guys were, but you couldn’t pay attention to that. You needed a refreshment and probably a Xanax.

The entire day went by in one nauseating, loud blur and you found yourself worn out at the end of it. Your headache had reduced into a light thrum that you could ignore after taking some medication.

You were laying on your back on the carpeted floor of the room, and you had never been more uncomfortable. The hard floor felt somewhat soothing on your back but it felt like hell for your neck, so you eventually sat up.

God, a drink would be nice.

You knew you promised yourself that you wouldn’t drink heavily tonight, but a glass or two wouldn’t hurt. Maybe it would relax your nerves and help you sleep. You lifted up your phone and read the time, which was 3:36am.

With a huff you got up off the floor and went to the bathroom to make sure you looked presentable enough to talk to other people. With a quick splash of water on your face to wake you up, you headed out your door and down to the bar.

The keycard for your room poked against your thighs when you sat down on the barstool, so you fished it out of your pocket and placed it face down on the counter along with your phone.

“It’s awfully late,” the bartender in front of you said with a small smile, “what can I get you?”

“A beer would be great,” you replied, trying your best to return his smile. He nodded and went to grab your drink, sliding the bottle across the table to you. You put it down on the coaster and popped the top off with your teeth, pocketing the cap and taking a swig.

“Is this seat taken?”

You shook your head but didn’t bother to look at who asked you the question, your eyes screwed shut as you forced yourself to swallow the beer. Beer had never been your thing, and you had no fucking idea why you ordered it, but you did so now you were stuck trying to finish it.

“Is it that bad?”

You finally opened your eyes and looked over, surprised when you saw Brian Quinn sitting in the stool next to you. If it had been any other day you would’ve been freaking out, but it was far too late in the night for you to have a big reaction.

“I’m sure it’s fine for someone who likes beer,” you answered, grimacing when you took another sip.

“Do you wanna switch?” He laughed a little, sliding his drink over to you. It was just a whiskey on the rocks, and you quickly accepted his offer. You handed the beer off to him and made a face when he took a long drink.

“What’re you doin’ up this late?” Brian asked in a raspy voice, making you shift in your seat. He always had an effect on you ever since you started watching the Impractical Jokers, so being in his vicinity was sort of nerve wracking. You tried to keep calm though, as you didn’t want to seem like some sort of embarrassing super fan.

“I had a hangover all day and I couldn’t sleep,” you sighed, looking over at him and studying his sympathetic smile. His hair was messy, most of it falling down and covering his forehead. His eyes were beginning to turn red and you could tell that he hadn’t been getting the best sleep either. Up close, you could see the grey streaks in his hair and beard clearly, and you had to admit that it had always been a weakness for you.

“A hangover all day and you’re drinkin’ again?”

You giggled a little and nodded, making him grin. You both took another sip of your drinks and he sighed, leaning back in his seat.

“Do you ever get tired of these things?” You mumbled to him, genuinely curious. On screen he looked happy and energetic but now, with him sitting right next to you, you could read all the stress on his face. He sat back but his shoulders still looked tense, and you couldn’t help but wonder how much of those problems came from his job.

“Sometimes. I love bein’ able to meet fans but the whole cruise thing gets old,” he tilted his head to look at you, “I’m not very fond of the ocean.”

“Why’s that?”

“Too many things could go wrong. That on top of only knowin’, what, 5 percent of the creatures in it? It’s terrifying.”

“Are you telling me you’re scared of the Kraken?” You joked, making him laugh loudly.

“That’s exactly what I’m tellin’ you.”

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure the Kraken kills it’s victims quickly. You wouldn’t feel a thing.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he huffed sarcastically.

“No problem.”

“Is this your first cruise?” He changed the topic, looking at you as he drank his beer. His dark brown eyes staring into yours made you once again adjust your thighs, and his gaze dropped down to your lap for a millisecond. You felt yourself growing hotter as you realized fully what situation you were in.

“No, uh, I’ve been on a few,” you managed to get out, “I’ve never been on an Impractical cruise, though.”

“You havin’ fun?”

“Yeah.”

“Doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“I get a bit seasick,” you admitted, and he snorted.

“You came on a cruise knowin’ that you get seasick?”

“Whatever,” you scoffed, playfully pushing his shoulder. As the time grew later you grew more bold, despite not even finishing the whiskey. You noticed that tiredness often gave you the same confidence boost that alcohol did.

“Sorry to bother you two, but I have to close up in 10,” the bartender broke into your conversation. You apologized and handed him back your now empty glass, and Brian did the same with the beer bottle.

“Are you gonna sleep?” Q asked you as the two of you walked away from the bar and towards the railing of the boat. You shook your head before resting your back against the rails and watching as Brian leaned forward so his elbows were sitting on top of the railing, his eyes scanning you quickly.

You were wearing something that you usually wouldn’t wear around, but you thought that given the late time, no one would be out to see you. Especially not Brian Quinn.

All that covered your body was black volleyball shorts that you got in high school and a cropped shirt, with no bra under it to cover up the fact that you were cold. The breeze was getting more chilly and you felt yourself shiver a bit, crossing your arms in an attempt to get warm as well as cover your nipples.

“You wanna head inside?” Brian asked, blowing hot air into his hands and rubbing them together.

“In a second,” you hummed. The night was quiet other than the splashing of the water, and the air felt crisp when you sucked in a breath. You could feel Brian watching you and you tried not to get self conscious, the alcohol helping with that greatly.

“Here,” you heard Brian shuffle around for a second before he held his zip up to you, gesturing for you to take it. You didn’t argue with him, too cold to be polite and reject it. The warmth it had from Brian’s body along with the thick material helped warm up your otherwise freezing skin.

“Let’s go inside,” Q told you, clearly not wanting to be out in the cold any longer as he was now only in a shirt. You agreed and both of you walked back towards the rooms. You didn’t know if you should give his hoodie back, but he didn’t ask, so you decided to keep your mouth shut.

“If you’re not sleeping, do you want to watch a movie in my room?” You asked, confidence no longer an issue as you grew more comfortable with him. You didn’t really expect him to say yes, so when he did, you were ecstatic.

The two of you made your way into room 135, where you slid your card into the scanner and went inside. Brian followed you and took off his shoes at the entrance, giving your room a quick once-over.

Eventually you two were in your bed with some random movie playing in the back, neither of you paying attention to it as conversation flowed easily.

“No, I didn’t hook up with the turkey baster girl,” Q snorted when you asked about one of the episodes. You both laughed a bit as you passed on more jokes, but eventually silence fell around you two.

Q’s head was resting on the pillow and facing you, which you mirrored. Both of you were on your backs and only a mere few inches apart. It was only a few more seconds of silence before, somehow (and you weren’t exactly sure why), Brian was leaning into you.

Within seconds his lips had meshed with yours, both of you beginning to allow the sexual tension and passion flow freely.

Brian wasted no time in pulling you onto his lap, his fingers digging into your hips as you two made out like teenagers. He let out a soft groan when you placed one of your cold hands under his shirt, trailing it down to his pants and dipping your finger under the waistband slightly.

You giggled into the kiss when he bucked his hips up in a subconscious effort to create more friction. You gave him what he wanted and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down just a bit so you could rub him over his boxers.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Q whined, and you swear you had never heard a better sound. His panting grew heavier and he desperately pulled your shirt off, his hips thrusting into your hand as you gave him the smallest amount of contact.

“So needy,” you whispered to him, and his eyes grew wide. You don’t know exactly what came over you in that moment, but you felt powerful as he fell apart under your subtle touch.

“Y/N, please,” he grunted as his breathing grew short and erratic. You took away your hand and relished in the way he whined again, his eyes staring at you in a silent plead.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me,” he didn’t hesitate to beg, and that only turned you on more. He looked at you with doe-eyes, silently asking you to continue touching him. You eventually gave in and ran your hand down the front of his shirt, tugging it when you reached the hem.

He got the message and quickly pulled his shirt off, letting you scan your eyes down his body with a light blush dusting your cheeks. He reached out to grab your hand, gently guiding it to his chest and placing it palm down on his skin.

You smoothed your hand over his chest and he shivered slightly, his warm skin in stark contrast to your near freezing hands.

No words were exchanged as you slanted your mouth over his again, teeth clashing as your hand travelled down his stomach to rest on top of his (probably painful) hard on. You began to push your hand under his boxers, freeing his cock and swallowing his grunts.

“Fuck, your hands are so cold,” Brian murmured against your lips. You only smiled and continued to move your hand, following a steady rhythm as you went up and down on his length.

“Faster,” he grunted, trying to move his hips to encourage you. You kept your slow pace, wanting him to last longer and tease him.

The room was filled with the slick noise of you jerking him off accompanied by his occasional groans, along with the indistinct chatter of the television behind you two.

“God, ‘m so close,” Brian mumbled under his breath, using one of his hands to pull your face to his. You quickly removed your hand and felt him sigh in frustration against your lips, clearly annoyed that you wouldn’t let him finish.

“I can’t let you cum that fast,” you whispered next to his ear, giving his earlobe a slight tug with your teeth. He let out another breathy exhale before he grabbed your hips, forcefully pulling you further onto his lap.

You giggled as Brian pressed his lips to yours, this time slowing down the pace and taking his time. You reached down and placed your hand on his cock again, circling the tip with your thumb lightly while you kissed him.

“Enough,” he grunted, gently removing your hand, “I need to be inside you.”

You couldn’t help but let a moan slip at his words, and you had no trouble obliging. You quickly slipped out of your shorts and adjusted yourself on his lap, rubbing yourself against him through your underwear.

“Fuck,” was all you could repeat as you kept grinding against him, the friction causing that familiar rubber band to strain in your stomach.

Brian let you continue for a few more seconds, his lips attaching to your neck and sucking hickies on your skin. Eventually he ran his thumb along the top of your underwear, slipping it in a couple times to lightly brush against you.

You let out a high pitched whine at his actions and in no time he was pushing aside your underwear, lining himself up with you, and easing you down onto his cock.

The two of you sighed at the feeling of him finally being inside of you. Teasing him had given you the same pleasure that he received from it, making you both desperately horny.

He stayed still for a moment and when you gave him a quick kiss, he started to move his hips under you. At the same rhythm you started moving up and down, meeting each of his shallow thrusts with your own.

You two only took it slow for a minute or two before he lost his patience, suddenly beginning to push his cock into you harder and harder. You were quickly flipped around, his body covering yours and his lips once again finding your neck and breasts.

Brian kept his own pace, angling himself until you let out a moan to let him know he found your sweet spot. He repeatedly hit that same spot, and that along with his thumb that was now rubbing circles on your clit, you were just about pushed off the edge.

“Say my name,” he rasped into your ear, his breath fanning across your skin and driving you closer. When you opened your eyes, you took in how he looked.

One of his hands held onto the headboard behind you two, his veins popping out because of the force. His other hand was working on your breasts now, tugging at your nipples before sliding up to your neck to gently rest there with a light squeeze.

His hair was messy and he had sweat beading on his skin, his chest red from your scratch marks and you could only imagine what his back looked like.

All of that mixed in with his groans, his cologne, and the smell of alcohol on his breath was enough for you.

“Fuck, Brian!” You all but screamed as you came, too far gone to care that you gave him no warning.

“That’s it, baby,” was all you could hear as he continued pounding into you, “just like that.”

His praise only energized you, allowing you to come down from your high and focus on meeting each of his thrusts and squeezing around him.

“You’re so beautiful. Gonna make me cum,” he dropped his head down to your shoulder, biting down as he approached his high faster and faster.

With one final call of your name he pulled out of you and finished, his cum spilling out onto your chest and a little bit of your stomach.

The two of you fought to breathe properly again, Brian letting out a heavy sigh before getting up to grab a few things in order to clean you up. He came back with a towel and two bottles of water, offering one to you.

You gratefully gulped it down while he wiped off your stomach and any other area where he finished, chuckling a little when he wiped off your chin.

Once he was finished everything he pulled on his boxers and threw you the shirt he was wearing earlier, slipping under the sheets next to you while you tugged the shirt over your head.

You assumed that he wouldn’t want to be near you after having sex with you, sort of a one-and-done type of deal, which is why you were delightfully surprised when he wrapped one of his arms around you. He pulled you close and laid on his side with his face buried in your neck, effectively warming you up.

“Are you feelin’ okay?” Brian mumbled, obviously very tired as his words started to slow down.

“I’m good. You?”

“Fantastic,” he pressed a kiss to your neck, making you shiver.

“You’re buying me a drink tomorrow, right?” You whispered, focusing on the way Brian’s breathing slowed down as he fell asleep. You weren’t really expecting an answer from the poor man.

But you really were expecting a drink tomorrow.

#brian quinn #brian quinn imagine #brian x reader #quinn x reader #q x reader #the tenderloins #sal vulcano #joe gatto #james murray #impractical jokers #smut

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sheisjoeschateau · 8 months

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART I

Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

WHEN THE UNEXPECTED NIECE OF MURRAY BAUMAN GETS THROWN IN THE MIX, THE GANG HAS NO IDEA JUST WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR. SCRATCH THAT - STEVE DOESN'T KNOW. YOU GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE WELL. YOU BANTER WITH THE ADULTS, WHO APPRECIATE YOUR HELP. THE KIDS LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU. YOU'RE HELPFUL ALL AROUND. BUT AS FAR AS STEVE IS CONCERNED, YOU'RE JUST NUISANCE. AFTER ALL, YOU'RE THE REASON HE LOST THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND MISSED OUT ON A LIFE THAT "COULD'VE BEEN." IF YOU HAD JUST KEPT YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF THE PICTURE... IF YOU HAD NEVER GONE WITH NANCY AND JONATHAN AFTER THEY LEFT YOUR WHACK-JOB UNCLE, MURRAY BAUMAN'S, BUNKER? HE WOULD BE HAPPY. SO F*CKING HAPPY. BUT HERE YOU WERE. YOU WERE BASICALLY THE COOLER (...AND SURE, MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE) FEMALE VERSION OF MURRAY BAUMAN. YOU WERE SARCASTIC, QUICK-WITTED, TOO SMART FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, AND APPARENTLY BUILT FOR THE WAR. SURE, YOU WEREN'T AS BRASH AS YOUR UNCLE. BUT IN STEVE'S EYES, YOU WERE SOMEHOW FAR MORE OBNOXIOUS. HE DOWNRIGHT HATED YOU. HE WILL FOREVER HATE YOU... BUT WILL HE?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPIED AND/OR REPOSTED ON HERE OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM, OR PUT INTO ANY AI PROGRAMS. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MDNI.

An original fanfiction series, written by Misha St. James.

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Let's just get to the point, shall we?

Once upon a time, a young boy named Will Byers went missing. Later, he was found in an alternate dimension by the world's #1 mom and a cynical cop turned hero. A girl with a shaved head had telekinetic superpowers, befriend's Will's four loyal friends along the way and helping them track down their missing party member. Then, whatever the hell was on the other side - whatever was in this...upside down...took back Eleven. She'd been missing ever since that dreadful winter.

Fast forward to now: you're sitting in your uncle's bunker, looking at his wild display of efforts. Papers, files, whiteboards covered in multiple words, arrows, sketches - all in different colored markers. Murray Bauman was on a mission, and he would be damned if that grumpy, cynical smart-ass known as Jim Hopper honestly thought that he could dismantle his efforts. Nice try, chum. Game on. Thankfully, you'd gone to school with Barbara Holland. That's whose parents had assigned the task of searching for her to your uncle. Murray was asking you tons of questions, and you were glad to help. It meant spending time with the only family member you cared for, despite his wackiness. You guys got each other. Bantered well. Got shit done. Honestly, it was also a great way of drinking safely and not with a bunch of rowdy teenagers at some stupid party. You got along just fine with everyone at school. But damn, they could all be annoying. ...especially Steve fucking Harrington, who was now the topic of conversation. You know, given that his house is where Barbara was last seen. "It just isn't making sense," your uncle huffed, raking his hands through his oily dark hair. You sipped on the glass of vodka that your uncle had poured you, hissing at the strong taste. Leaning across the coffee table, seated on his couch, you tried to connect the dots with him. "I'm telling you, someone in that group of teens knows what's up. Or at least has an idea." Your uncle swigged at his vodka, defeated but ruthlessly trying to piece together his clusterfuck of scattered evidence across his wall. "Well then, guess we better grill 'em."

And that's how you come into the picture. When Nancy and Jonathan came to seek out Murray. And when they arrive, they're surprised to see you. They recognize you from school. Jonathan took several classes with you. In fact, the two of you got along well at Hawkins High. No, you weren't close. But you both were cool. Nancy, on the other hand, didn't know anything about you. Just that you took political science with Barbara, and got straight A's across the board. You could've been class valedictorian. But you were not looking for any sort of title that demanded pressure or attention. At least not in high school. Career wise? Sure. Not here, though. Not Hawkins. "Your timeline is wrong," Nancy is saying, making you and Bauman freeze. Nancy is telling you that the girl with the buzzed hair is not Russian. She is, in fact, from Hawkins lab. And her name is...Eleven? So they do know something. And something turns out to be everything.

Jonathan sits you both down to relay everything to you both. And woof, does it give you guys a headache. Strangely, though... it makes a whole lot more sense than some mundane explanation of sorts. Obviously though, that puts you all in a tough spot where you'll all need to put your heads together. So the two classmates of yours stay, sharing in chilled Smirnoff and having to endure the hilarity that ensues between you and your uncle. You and Murray both banter well with the two of them. Jonathan finds you to be hilarious. Nancy finds you intimidating. Very intimidating. You’re quick witted, darkly humored and independent. But there is a reserved, mysterious sort of feminine energy to you, despite your more masculine strengths and bluntness. Over glasses of stiff vodka, you all come to the conclusion on how to go about exposing the truth about Barbara Holland's disappearance: water it down.

At the end of the night, you're all winding down -- you and your uncle having convinced the two lovebirds to stay. But when you're telling them they can take your uncle's guest room while you take the couch, Jonathan's asking if he can take the couch. You blink. Huh? ...surely Nancy is not still with --

"Okay, I'm confused," your uncle's saying. "What's going on here? Lovers quarrel?"

You cock an eyebrow, leaning back into the loveseat.

But Jonathan and Nancy are then talking over each other with weird, flustered excuses...saying they're just friends.

You and your uncle bust out laughing. And then you're shrinking back in your seat, knowing what's coming: one of your Uncle Murray's lovebird witchdoctor speeches that he barrels into anytime that two delusional people have convinced themselves that they aren't in love. Or at the very least, not into each other.

Uncle Murray is breaking them down, one at a time. He's reading Jonathan like an angsty teen novel, seeing right through him and his brooding, mysterious energy. Trust issues, thanks to daddy issues. Yikes, that makes you sip some more drink.

And then he's onto Nancy, saying that she's harder to read. But he manages anyway. It's the Bauman way.

He's telling her that she's likely like everyone else, "afraid of what would happen if you accepted yourself for you who you really are." He looks at you. "Am I in the right ballpark?"

You nod, swallowing the last drop of vodka in your cup. "That...and afraid of that might happen if she didn't retreat back to the safety of someone familiar."

Nancy looks bewildered. But more than that, she looks caught.

"Name?" your uncle is prodding, snapping his fingers. "Name."

You and Jonathan both say it. "Steve."

Uncle Murray's face is priceless. He feigns adoration, putting on a baby voice as he repeats the name. "Dawh. Steve. We like Steve."

"Yes," Nancy laughs nervously. Eek, you think.

"But we don't love Steve..." Your uncle's words floor Nancy.

And when Nancy's saying something about still being with Steve, insisting that she loves him, you roll your eyes. Even scoffing, getting her attention. Maybe if the vodka weren't in your system, you wouldn't be so bold. But Jonathan's mopey look just gives you more confidence.

"Boom, ladies and gents," you say with a grin. "Second lie of the evening." "The hell was the first one?" Jonathan asks, blinking. "You guys being just friends." You and your uncle say something along the same lines, simultaneously. You both laugh together, clinking glasses. The two not lovebirds just squirm awkwardly in their seats. Finally, you sigh. "Look. You guys don't wanna give up the ghost? Be my guest. I'll happily keep my bed." You stand up, ready to turn in. But not until casting them one last work, pointing a finger. "But if I were you two? I'd cut the bullshit and just share the damn bed." Murray snorts, rising to stand as well. He stretches. "Welllllp. I'm turning in for the night." You begin mounting the stairs, hollering: "Better act fast, kiddos. At least before this poison in my system knocks me out cold. Don't worry, Nancy, I don't snore. So if you do choose me, you're safe." "But that's so lame," Murray adds to that wryly, heading off to his room. You both tell each other goodnight, leaving the two angsty teens to decide their fate. All you know is that Nancy ends up walking out and not coming back, at one point in the night. Yeah, thought so. Breakfast the next morning is even more hilarious. You and your uncle ask every single question that drips with innuendo that you ever possibly could. And it's worth every fucking minute.

Murray's gonna need to keep that couch cleaned. To your surprise, Murray sends you off with Nancy and Jonathan, but given that you want to go and see it all for yourself you don't mind. You’re basically his little spy. Most uncles send off their nieces and nephews with some good advice, maybe a packed lunchbox or snacks, and a warm hug.

Yours, however, sends you off with a full bottle of vodka, a thick wad of cash and some fun sarcastic banter. But he headlocks you in for a hug, and you cackle. He really is a nutcase, and man you can't help but love him. He is so not the parental type. Yet somehow, he's practically raised you. And in your opinion, you're pretty well-prepared for the world. More than most, in Murray's opinion. So off you go with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Buyers, and they both honestly enjoy your company. It helps them get past their umm...well...awkward new reality. That new reality that comes post-sex, after a long ass time of playing the tip-toe game. The sexual tension between them is hysterical to you. But you keep your thoughts to yourself for now. The vodka did most of the talking for you last night.

When you both arrive at wherever the hell your destination is, it's dark outside. And if you're being honest, it's pretty creepy. You're somewhere near the woods, and as you all walk closer you're beginning to see lights approaching you...along with a handful of shadowed figures.

Fuck, you literally just got here.

But then, after a tense several moments... Nancy and Jonathan call out to them. You jump, startled at the fact that they do it so confidently. But the name that they call out suddenly makes it all make sense. "STEVE?" "NANCY...?" And that's how you became a crucial part of the most royal pain in the ass, King Steve's, life.

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington smut

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callsign-dexter · 4 months

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Coach Bradford

Summary: Tim, your father, agrees to coach your softball team along with Lucy.

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, Tim being Tim, swearing, injury, blood, hospital

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Summer was officially here and that meant that travel softball was starting. You loved softball. You've loved it ever since you could remember. You had played it for most of your life starting from t-ball all the way up to fast pitch. You were the best player on the team. You could pitch, hit, catch, be infield and be outfield. You were just in elementary school ending 5th grade and already so good. Maybe it was because your dad, Tim Bradford, was a baseball lover and a hard ass when it came to practicing but he was only doing to help you. He would never push you too hard to the point of physical hurting yourself.

Playing softball took your mind off your mother not being there. She had left when you were young but you were old enough to understand what was going on. You threw yourself into softball which you just grown to love and it became one of your favorite hobbies.

You loved your team and your coach and coach assistants. You also loved that your dad, his girlfriend, Lucy Chen, and the rest of the group, John Nolan and Bailey Nune, Wesely Evers and Angela Lopez, Nyla Harper and James Murray, Celina Juarez, Aaron Thorson, and Wade Grey and Luna Grey, showed up to your games whenever possible.

Currently, your coach had to step away for a family emergency. The assistant coach was out sick, and the other coach was sick along with his wife, who was the assistant coach, but their kid was fine and staying with another friend. That meant a parent needed to step in. You being you volunteered your father and to say he was surprised but he would do it for you anyway.

You had just come to the station after practice still in your softball gear. You had been dropped off by your friend's parents. You walked into the station and greeted the front desk and they smiled and greeted back and let you go. As you were walking you ran into the first person you liked to play practical jokes on, Quigley Smitty. "Hello, Smitty." You said sweetly knowing it would unnerve him.

"Hello Mini Bradford." He said

"How are you?" You asked and he eyed you suspiciously.

"Fine." He said and you smiled.

"That's good. I'll see you around." You said and winked at him and walked off. He shivered you had played some pranks on him that made him scared of you. As you were walking further into the station you saw your dad. "Hey, Dad!" You said enthusiastically and he turned around and smiled.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was practice?" He asked

"It was good. Coach had to tend to a family emergency and the assistant coach is out sick along with his wife." You said and he nodded. He knew the coaches and knew they wouldn't miss anything unless absolutely necessary.

"So who is going to be coaching you?" He asked as Lucy came up along with Angela and Harper.

"Oh you are." You said just so casually.

"Wait what?" He asked surprised.

"Yea they needed someone and I volunteered you." You said and the three girls snickered.

"What?" He asked turning to them.

"Oh it's nothing really but I can't see you coaching." Lucy said trying not to laugh.

"Well get used to it because you're helping him." You said smirking and her laughing stopped.

"What? Seriously?" She asked and you nodded and now it was his turn to laugh. "You know what? I would love to teach your team with you." Lucy said and you smiled.

"Thank you." You said

"Sweetheart, you know I would love coach too. You just took me by surprise." He said and you nodded.

"I know but none of the other parents know what they're doing but I knew you did. So, I volunteered you." You said now feeling guilty for now talking it over with him but they needed a decision right then and there. "I'm sorry for not talking to you about it. They needed someone right then and there." You said and everyone's heart broke.

"It's ok really. Lucy and I would love to coach you. It's not a problem." Your dad said and Lucy nodded.

"He's right. We would love to do anything for you." Lucy said and you looked at the two of them.

"Really?" You asked and they nodded.

"Although Tim may be a hard ass he would do anything for you, Y/N." Angela said

"She's right. When is next practice?" He asked

"Tomorrow at 8 AM. We don't stop until 3 PM." You said and they nodded.

"Perfect. Now go into Grey's office and wait until the shift is over." Your dad said and you nodded and headed off that way.

"You coaching? I would love to see this." Harper said smirking.

"I love coaching. You'll see it her next game." He said and then walked off. Lucy stayed behind and was about to say something but Tim's voice sounded "Chen!" He yelled.

"Uh yup! I'm coming!" She yelled back and took off after him.

"This is going to be interesting." Angela said

"You know it." Harper said and they walked off together talking about their recent case.

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The next morning bright and early you were at the field with your team and Lucy. Everyone was on the field and they gathered around your dad and Lucy. "So what do you all do first?" Lucy asked.

"We usually stretch and then some of us start with some passing. The rest usually go with batting along and then some pitching and catching." Millie, your friend and main catcher, said your dad and Lucy nodded.

"Alright, we'll start with that. How many goes where usually?" Lucy asked before he could even though he knew the answer.

"Usually we have three groups of three practicing. 3 passing, 3 batting, and 3 pitching and catching." Samantha said and again they nodded.

"Alright get to stretching. We're going to need a third person." Your dad said and everyone scattered.

"Ok." Lucy thought "What about Harper and Angela?" She asked and Tim laughed.

"Yeah, that's a no-go." Tim said

"Nolan?" She asked

"He would be too nice to say no. Give him a call." Tim said and Lucy nodded and headed off to call him as Tim started to instruct on exercises.

6 minutes later Nolan was rolling up to the field with his fiancée Bailey Nune. You loved them both and were so happy to have them here. Tim gave him the run down and practice was started. Tim had tried not to be a hard ass because that's how his father was but he was organized and your team was really good. He wasn't surprised and neither was Lucy, Nolan, or Bailey because they had seen your team play and man were you guys good. You were only 5th graders and already good your goal was to play throughout middle school and high school.

Now that there was an extra person to help real practice began. You, Millie, and Samantha went with Tim to start practicing passing. Three went with Lucy to start batting. The last three went with Bailey and Nolan to start pitching and catching. Once the amount of time your dad thought was needed for each was up the groups switched. Breaks were given in between if needed.

Practice went really well. Some parents showed up and some had to work so they got a ride with a friend. Tim was afraid that he was going to need to be a hard ass but it turned out that was not the case and he knew that deep down but he was still afraid. "Alright girls! Bring it in!" Your dad yelled and everyone came in. "For the last few minutes of practice we're gonna run some plays. I'll be batting and Y/N will be pitching. Then we'll be switching it up and I will be hitting the ball to certain parts of the field." He added and everyone nodded.

"Got it!" Everyone said and you all were heading to your positions. Lucy, Bailey, and Nolan all stood to the side and the drill started. You started to pitch and some of them he could hit and others he couldn't and he was proud of that. After a few minutes of that it was time for him to hit the ball to different positions.

"Outfield!" He yelled and hit the ball and it went to the outfield and Amy got it threw it into Millie and it was a hard and fast throw and Lucy was impressed. "Good work!" Your dad yelled out and you smiled. "Alright infield!" He yelled and hit it directly at you and you got it then you passed it to, Christine, first base and then she passed it to Jennifer, third base, and then she finally passed it to Elizabeth, second base. Then the ball was passed back to you. That drill was practiced a few more times and different ways and then practice was over. Everyone huddled in.

"Great work guys. I'm impressed." Lucy said and everyone smiled.

"Thank you." Everyone said

"Next game is when?" Nolan asked

"Friday. Noon. Here." You replied and he nodded. More information was given and then everyone was breaking for the end of practice. You couldn't wait for the next game. The team you were going up against was at the same level your team was and it made you nervous but you had faith in your team and knew everything was going to be great.

On the ride home your father had stopped at your favorite place to eat and got you lunch/supper and then you both were headed home. "You did great. Everyone did great." He said and you smiled.

"Thank you that means so much to me and us. We work hard and we love the game." You said as he pulled into the driveway.

"That's what makes the game fun. I know it is a way for you to cope from when your mom left and I'm sorry for that." He said as he killed the engine and you shook your head.

"It's not your fault she loved being undercover more than her family. You don't think she'll show up do you?" You asked

"Do you want her to?" He questioned

"Would it be bad if I said not really?" You asked and he shook his head and smiled at you sympathetically.

"No, Sweetheart. Not at all." He said and you nodded "Lets go and eat and then spend the evening together binge watching our favorite show together." He added and you nodded and hugged him.

"Thank you, Dad." You said and he smiled.

"Anytime, Sweetheart." He said and kissed you sweaty head. "On second thought maybe you should take a shower after you eat. You're gross." He said and you slightly hit him.

"Rude." You said and he laughed.

"I was just joking. Seriously though you need to take a shower before after we eat." He said and you chuckled.

"I know." You said and the both of you went inside and ate. You then took a shower and then spent the evening together watching your favorite show together.

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Friday came around and it was game day and you were nervous and felt that something was going to go wrong. You didn't want to bring this up to your dad because he had a lot going on right now and you knew that he would overreact. So you put on a brave face and got ready to go to the field.

When you got to the field some of your teammates were already there. Once you got there the rest of the team arrived along with Lucy, Nolan, and Bailey. Your dad had you guys practice some. Once he thought you all had enough it was time to rest and get ready to play. As you were resting and talking with your teammates you saw Grey, Luna, Angela, Wesley, Harper, James, Celina, and Aaron show up and you smiled and waved when they saw you. Your dad, Lucy, Nolan, and Bailey saw them too and they walked over. Everyone greeted each other and chit chatted and then it was time for the two teams to take the field. First up to pitch was your team.

You pitched and struck most of them out and the ones that got a hit were caught or tagged out. That feeling of something going wrong was pushed to the back of your mind and you were focused on the game. There had been a few close calls but you either ducked in time or caught the ball. You caught the ball in some fancy ways and everyone was impressed.

You had just pitched the ball and the other team hit it. The ball came back at you and you got it backhanded and then threw it. There was a player on first and when you pitched the second pitch they started to run the ball came to you and you caught it high and spun around and threw it to Christine, everyone cheered and you smiled. The third pitch was contacted with the bat and once again came to you and it was low so you dived for it and caught it and while still on the ground you threw it to Christine making sure the batter was out. That was three outs and it was your team's turn to bat. Your dad had been supportive and loving all the plays that were happening. As you headed to the dugout to change out gear and grab your bat. "Damn Tim you got yourself a real star there." Wesley said and that made him smile.

"I sure do." He replied

"I have to admit that you're really good at coaching." Harper said admitting defeat.

"He is amazing. I think he should keep coaching when he can." Lucy said and your dad laughed.

"This is a one time deal. I would rather be on the other side of the fence." He said

"Oh come on. You have to admit this is a little fun." Nolan said as he tended to the team with water bottles and words of encouragement.

"It is really fun." Bailey said

"Yes it is fun but I know that I'll just push it to far one time. I don't feel like ruining that relationship with Y/N/N.

"That's understandable." Grey said and Luna nodded and hugged his side.

"I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen." Celina said

"Everything is going to be fine." Aaron said but she was still apprehensive about it.

"I'm sure they wouldn't put these kids in danger. Right, Tim?" Angela asked

"That's right their priority and safety comes first but accidents do happen." He replied

"They're doing great." James said and your dad smiled.

"That they are." He said and then it was time to get back to the game. The other team may be good but your team was better. Each pitch was hit and runners were on base. Before you knew it the game was 4-0 with your team leading. It was your time to bat and you were nervous but you had to do this for your team. You took a few practice swings and could hear the parents and the others cheering you on. The ball was pitched and you swung, your bat made contact with the ball and it was out of the park giving you a homerun and sending the player on base home. The score was now 6-0 with your team leading.

Finally it was your turn to pitch again and the game was coming to a close. You threw a few warm-up pitches and then it was game on. The first few pitches were good and nothing had happened but that feeling something bad was going to happen came back. You threw the pitch and the other player hit the ball and it was a line drive to you and you tried to catch it but it hit you in the face and took you down. The crowd made a noise of hurt. You were grabbed the ball and threw it to Christine even though you were in pain. Then you were collapsing in pain and was close to blacking out and as your dad arrived with the others and the other coaches you were out cold and not moving. Bailey jumped into action. "Y/N can you hear me?" She asked but got no response.

"Y/N. Sweetheart." Your dad said but again no response.

"Call 911." Lucy said looking up at anyone.

"Already on it." Grey said as he had his phone to his ear. He walked slightly away and in a few seconds came back. "They'll be here in 2 minutes." He said.

"She's breathing and has a strong pulse." Bailey said but you still hadn't woken up and that sacred your dad. There was blood running down your face. "It looked like she got hit in the temple." She said and everyone nodded and agreed. "She was conscious enough to throw the ball so that is good." She said.

"I think she hit her head going down too. It would explain the blood." Angela said. The others had gone out to get direct the paramedics to you and they had just rolled in and onto the field. They assed you and Bailey gave them the run down and then they were loading you onto the gurney and taking you off the field and into the ambulance. The umpires called the game and your team ended up winning. Now it was a trip to the hospital. Tim rode with you while everyone stayed back to wrap things up and then they would be meeting you at the hospital.

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They had taken you back fairly quickly leaving your dad in the waiting room. About 10 minutes later the others were joining him. "Any news?" Harper asked and your dad shook his head.

"No they took her back to run some tests but she hasn't woken up." He said

"Oh man. This sucks." Aaron said and everyone nodded.

"She's going to be ok." Grey said

"I agree. Have you seen who her dad is?" Lucy asked smiling and everyone chuckled.

"Thanks guys." He said

"Anytime." Angela said and just about that time your doctor came out.

"Bradford?" He asked and your dad was standing up and fast.

"That's me. I'm her father." He said and the doctor nodded.

"I'm Dr. Tango. You have one strong little girl. She's awake and just has a concussion. It seems like she passed out because that is how her body was dealing with the stress. I want to keep her overnight and check in on her in the morning. She's awake now and she can sleep but she'll need to be woken up every few hours and asked questions and monitored for any signs of change in how she looks or acts." Dr. Tango said and he nodded.

"Can we see her now?" Your dad asked and Dr. Tango nodded.

"I'll have a nurse lead you to her room." He said and he did just that. When they reached you, you looked so out of it but when you saw your dad you lit up.

"Daddy?" You asked and he smiled with tears in his eyes and he walked over to you.

"Hey, Sweetheart you scared us." He said

"I'm sorry." You said and he shook his head.

"Nothing to be sorry for. It wasn't your fault. Accidents happen." He said

"I knew something bad was going to happen but didn't want to tell you." You said and he smiled and shook his head "What?" You asked.

"Celina had a feeling something was going to happen to." He said and you looked over at her.

"I knew I liked her." You said smiling and everyone chuckled and she came over and hugged you. "Thank you everyone." You added as she pulled away.

"For what?" Bailey asked

"For being there at the game and helping me." You said

"We would've done it even if you weren't playing. You're our everything." Angela said and you smiled.

The rest of the day/night in the hospital was filled with games, food, chit chat, sleep and yes being woken up every few hours and asked the most simplest questions it was annoying but you knew it was necessary. When it was time for everyone to go home it was just you and your dad. You yawned and he smiled. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when I need to." He said and you nodded and laid down. As you were drifting off to sleep your mind drifted at the love and support you had and that made you feel good inside and smile.

"Dad?" You asked and he looked up from his phone.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He asked

"I love you." You said and he smiled and leaned up and kissed you forehead.

"I love you too." He said as you closed your eyes and leaned into him. Yeah you had a pretty good support system and you weren't letting them go any time soon. No matter what the world threw at you.

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