a/n: I haven't written anything in a hot minute and I really want to write a chaptered fic but I don't wanna pressure myself so I'm starting with headcanons and then building up from there
This is set in a 'no outbreak' setting because life's better when you pretend things never happened :)
This is a sfw version, but I'll probs do a nsfw version too!
Pet names - Joel has always called his daughter Sarah "babygirl", so it goes unnoticed by your parents when Joel begins to call you Pumpkin and Sweetpea. He tags it onto the end of his sentences, whether he's getting you something or asking you a favour, he's always got an endearing term to add on the end.
Joel's lying under his truck with his toolbox sitting open beside his knee. You're sitting on a cushion next to him, radio playing quietly and a can of soda in your hand. Suddenly you see his hand appear from under the car, "could you pass me the wrench, princess." You blush and pluck the wrench from his toolbox, making sure your hand grazes his when you place it in his palm, "thanks, Pumpkin."
Movie night - Every Friday night, Sarah stays at a friends house for a movie night and sleepover. So, you and Joel made Friday night your own movie night too. You would slip over the road from your house, avoiding your parents' house (which was situated next door to Joel's) as much as possible. Joel always supplied the beers from his beer fridge in the kitchen, but you took turns in supplying the popcorn and choosing the movie. On the weeks you brought the popcorn, Joel would often pick a cheesy Spaghetti Western that you would talk over. On the weeks he supplied the popcorn, you made him watch romcoms, even though you knew he wasn't watching them. What you didn't know was that he wasn't watching them because he couldn't take his eyes off of you; especially the smile on your face when the characters finally got together.
Your eyes lit up when Natalie and the Prime Minister kissed on your third watch of Love Actually in 6 months. Joel smiled softly and thought about all of the times he kissed you. He needed to kiss you more. He needed to show you just how far he was falling in love with you. His heart ached in his chest when you turned his way, eyes tearing up at the on-screen kiss, and lay your head on his chest so you could cuddle up to him.
Music - When the house across the street from your parents' and Joel's houses went up for sale, you were quick to get a deposit down, thanking yourself for all of the saving you did while you were in college and then living with your parents for the last couple of years. Joel knew you worked from home on Wednesdays so he would make sure he didn't work those days in order to come over and sit on the sofa in your home office, plucking away at his guitar and serenading you while you were trying to write reports.
Joel let himself in through the French Doors of your home office. You were typing furiously, a long email showing on your screen, so he placed your breakfast bagel on the desk and planted a kiss on your head. You smiled to acknowledge his presence, and he took that as his cue to manouver to your sofa. He pulled out his guitar and started playing "Here Comes The Sun". It was the first thing he played every week, without fail. When you asked him why one day, he replied with "it's the first thing that came to my mind the day I fell in love with you."
Hey r u still writing for impractical jokers since all that stuff came out?
Hey! I have taken a break from writing recently in general. I had a lot of inner turmoil about whether to continue with the requests sitting in my inbox. I would like to continue with Q fics, as he was the only joker I would write for, but I won’t be mentioning other jokers except for Sal.
Normally I’d be inclusive of all of them, but because of recent stuff, only Sal and Q will be mentioned. So, if you have a req, do feel free to send it!
could you maybe write a q x shy!reader story? it can be fluff or smut i just feel like his dynamic would be so cute w a shy girl
Quiet Eyes | Q x Shy!Reader
I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK A MONTH AND A HALF I HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN BUT IM BACK
anyway, enjoy some Q fluff on this fine mid-march afternoon. I'm gonna continue working through all of my reqs!
I hope I did shy reader justice
It had been around three weeks since you started as the new sound tech on the set of Impractical Jokers. You were the one in charge of making sure members of the public could be heard on the show when the jokers were interacting with them. Because of that, you constantly had headphones either over your ears to listen in while shooting, or around your neck when nothing was being filmed.
Even though you had been on the show for a short time, you were quickly becoming friends with a lot of the crew. Jason in makeup had quickly adopted you as his work bestie, the two of you clicking instantly when you first spoke. You had a lot of things in common, especially your love for LGBTQ+ advocates and icons throughout history, and the fact that he found you adorable.
On the Friday of your second week, Jason invited you out for drinks with some of the other crew members so you could get to know them and be ‘officially initiated’ as he put it. You weren’t certain at the idea, being quite a shy person who had always kept to herself, but you told yourself before starting this job that you were going to be more out there and push outside of your comfort zone. So, you agreed. That was your first mistake.
The second mistake came at midnight of that Friday night when you were meant to go home, but you were having so much fun that you stayed and had several shots.
Mistake number three came in the form of you whispering to Jason that you only applied to work on the show because you had a huge crush on Q and now that you got to spend time with him in the flesh, that crush had only gotten more intense.
When you woke up at some point on Saturday afternoon with smudged makeup, hair like a bird’s nest and still wearing your clothes, you didn’t remember a thing. And you continued to not remember anything until arriving at work on Monday to find Jason with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Dread pooled deep in your stomach as the events of the night played back in your head. Jason walked you to the van and sat next you as you began the short journey to the day’s filming location.
“Someone had fun on Friday night, huh?” Jason smirked at you with that smug grin of his. You continued to frown.
“Say a word to anyone and I will actually kill you.” You whispered through gritted teeth. Jason snorted.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The morning of filming went pretty well, you arrived on location and began to mic the guys up while cameras got in position and the producers went through the challenges for the day. When Jason finished Murr’s makeup, he came to you for his mic. The rest of the guys teased him about his oddly hairy chest from their makeup chairs. You laughed along with them and even through in a couple of lines, earning praise from the rest of the group for your quick wit.
Then came Joe who always felt like a father figure to you, even though he was only 10-15 years older than you. Ever since you started working with them, Joe created a safe space for you to work in. He gave you a hug at the end of your first day and welcomed you to the show. He was just a really great guy who made you laugh with his terrible dad jokes and funny facial expressions.
Third in line was Sal. Another one who made you feel safe and welcome. All of the guys did, but Joe and Sal especially. You kind of had a crush on Sal, but it was more like a friend crush. When you weren’t with him you craved his company, but you didn’t see him in a romantic light at all.
Last but certainly not least came Q. The second he stepped up to you, you instantly had a blush crawling up your neck. You glanced toward Jason who was, of course, smirking at you while you picked up Q’s mic. Being this far into the show, the guys were used to the mic-ing process. As you were grabbing the pack, Q lifted his shirt over his head to remove it. With the nature of the show, the mics had to be hidden, often in a button if they were wearing a shirt with buttonholes or, when not wearing something with buttons, the mics were taped to their chest. Of course today it was 79 degrees, so Q had gone with a t-shirt.
The blush raged over your cheeks as you tore off a little piece of body tape, trying not to stare at the man standing in front of you. With one hand on the tape, the other picked up the microphone and placed it gently against the centre of his chest. His warmth spread over you quickly, warmth radiating from the core of his body. You placed the tape carefully and gave it a small pat to keep the mic in place before adding a second piece of tape slightly lower than the first.
Filtering the wire through your fingers, you spun around Q to stand facing his back and picked up the pack to plug the wire in. Q didn’t work out much, but you could tell that he really went for it when he did. He was solid as a rock under your hand, but his belly had some extra cushioning and you couldn’t help but admire his love handles as you tucked the pack into his back pocket.
“All finished.” You squeaked and Q reached his arms up to put his shirt back on. His biceps bulged as they raised by his head and just as quickly as he removed his shirt, Q was covered once more.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You know, if you wanna have a longer look you can always ask. Or I can take you for a drink and if I’m lucky I’ll get to show you.” Q quipped. You didn’t notice that he was slowly backing you against the wall until your back met the cool surface. You were a mess. Was it you or was the wall getting hotter? The room was heating up rapidly.
“You don’t think I’ve seen you getting all pink and flustered when I talk to you? When we met I thought a gal like you would already be with someone, I didn’t think I stood a chance.”
Your expression softened at Q’s confession. You never thought someone who looked like him would be nervous around girls, especially you. You searched his face for any kind of smirk or sign that this was a prank but when you were met with nothing, you sighed a breath of relief.
Q grabbed your chin with one hand, the other finding its place on your hip, “may I?” You nodded in his light touch and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your hands naturally snaked into his hair and he pressed harder against you to deepen the kiss.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, but it wasn’t nearly enough to enjoy the kiss. But, when you pulled back, Q piped up with, “if you wanna do that again, how about I take you for that drink?”
You tried to form words, but the feeling of Q’s lips against your own had your tongue paralysed. So, you answered him with a smile and a nod.
Could I request a NSFW Q story? Not picky I just love him
As you wish!
Bathtime | Q x Reader - NSFW
Like everything, tours had their ups and downs. You were the only one of the jokers’ partners that joined them on tour with Joe’s wife staying at home to take care of their kids, so you often spent time alone while the guys were actually performing.
Oftentimes you would wander around the city you were in, trying different foods and cafes you found, but sometimes it all got a bit monotonous. So, when Q had to leave your hotel room to go and perform, you ran yourself a hot bath and relaxed. Bath salts, a bath bomb, candles, a book- you had the perfect setting to sit back and enjoy an evening in the bath. You loved the way the bath salts and bath bomb worked together in the water to make your skin slick and smooth. You didn’t bathe often because you were self conscious of your body, but you were glad you had taken the time to do so tonight. For once, you felt sexy. In the candlelight, you ran your hands from your feet up your legs, ghosting past your core and instead moving across your hip and up to cup your breast. With the tour, Q had been coming in late and he was always too tired to give you the physical attention you desired. You understood, of course you did, but at the same time you had needs.
You thought about the last time you and Q had sex. It was the night before the tour started, around 2 weeks ago, and Q had taken you out to a nice dinner with fancy wine. Afterwards, you returned home and poured a glass of wine each for you and Q but were interrupted when he gripped your hips, spun you round and hiked you up onto the countertop. He kissed you with such passion, hands not being able to settle anywhere so he would continuously take handfuls of your flesh.
He eventually pulled back, giving you time to catch your breath, and began sucking and biting your neck. While his mouth was busy with your neck, Q’s hands popped the buttons on the front of your dress so he could manoeuvre to your breasts with ease. After popping your buttons, Q’s hands travelled south and bunched the skirt of your dress around your hips, showing the lace black underwear you had worn that matched the overall theme of your dress. Q pulled back from marking your pale skin to take a look at the wet patch that formed on your underwear. A deep growl came from his chest and he all but ripped the underwear getting it off of you, before bringing it up to his face and sniffing hard. The underwear was then stuffed in Q’s pocket for a later time.
You watched his actions in awe, eyes wide and pupils blown. Q’s actions had you distracted enough that two of his fingers plunging into your core caught you off guard and had you gasping. Your legs circled around Q’s back and pulled him in even closer as he pumped his fingers to the knuckles, grazing your g-spot. Adding another finger and using the thumb of his other hand to massage your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure.
Praise flooded out of Q’s mouth as you took the stretch of his third, and then his fourth finger. The sting that came with the stretch was worth every morsel of pleasure you felt. Q kept pumping as deep as he could and raised his left hand from where it was rubbing your clit. With his hand behind your head, he pulled you into a sloppy kiss as you moaned into his mouth, and then lowered himself to suck your clit. The mix of fingers and tongue had that knot in the pit of your stomach get tighter and tighter until his teeth grazed your clit. The feeling of his teeth was enough to push you over the edge and you were coming all over Q’s face and fingers, the reach of his fingertips causing you to squirt.
Q pulled back, licked his fingers and started to undress. You took that opportunity to lift your dress off completely so you were both as naked as each other. Your pussy throbbed while you looked at Q’s form, he was the epitome of a man’s man and you loved it; hair on his chest above his slightly soft stomach. Your eyes reached further down to admire the curve of his erect cock standing tall and looking oh so delicious.
He gave himself a couple of tugs and pushed into your slick entrance with ease. Your head lolled back on your shoulders and Q slid you forward off the counter, placing his hands on your ass and began to bounce you up and down on his cock. He was big and you could feel every inch of him as you moved up and down.
“Taking me so well, sweetheart.”
You could feel Q’s arms start to tire, so gave him a tap to let him know it was okay to put you down.
The second your feet were on the floor, Q spun you round and bent you forward across the kitchen island. Not a second later he was back inside of you working at top speed, snapping his hips back and forward. A hand came down and struck your ass cheek, causing you to moan at the top of your voice. That encouraged Q and he brought his hand down twice more. Despite your beliefs, your moans got louder and soon you were coming on Q’s cock. The contractions had his hips stuttering and he let out a deep, guttural moan as he spilled into you. You loved when Q would come inside you, feeling as though he was claiming you.
He flopped onto your back to catch his breath before he pulled himself out and got a rag to clean you up. Once you were clean, Q intertwined your fingers and pulled you to the bedroom where he pulled back the covers and bridal lifted you into your side. He slid in next to you and pulled you against his chest, cradling you until you both fell asleep.
You came back to the present, to your now luke warm bath where you had completely lost track of time. Upon hearing the hotel room door, you were about to get out so you could see Q, but he must have spotted the light in the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door because, before you stood up, he was peeking his head into the bathroom.
“You’re getting out?”
You nodded with a smile on your face, “it’s getting a little cold.”
Q entered the bathroom, kicked the door shut behind him and began to undress,
“Get more hot water in there, I’ve missed touching you.”
