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intro post
this is a multi-fandom side blog of @japage3moondog because that one is for just beatles content.
hi, i'm diara i'm 19, if you're from my main blog you'll be surprised to hear this, but i like things other than the beatles. this blog will be less active because i want to focus on my beatles content.
right now i'm rewatching the marvel movies so i'll probably write for that.
feel free to send requests :)
miscellaneous sal vulcano hc's
i don't like filling up the whole q x reader tag so here's sum sal
sal is very in touch with his emotions so he knows he's developing feelings almost immediately after meeting you. he's a romantic and is totally for love at first sight and soulmates. it does take him a while to make the decision to pursue you romantically because he's also quite shy.
he loves giving you a good petname, maybe it's just the new york in him. it's always "hey, beautiful,", "how's my girl?", "what's up, gorgeous?" or some play on your actual name. he's all about that corny love but whenever he sees couples out on the town calling each other "baby" and what have you, he insults them to bits. he's forever a hypocrite about it.
whenever you're together, he just can't contain himself. he'll always be grinning like an absolute madman, with some exceptions of course. funerals, arguments, any innapropriate moments. you make him so stupidly happy, he can't help but smile when he sees you.
he loves how conversation comes so naturally around you. he loves going through his day and having little things remind him of you. and he especially loves calling you up to tell you. about how he was grocery shopping and he heard the song that was playing when you first met. how there were flowers in your favourite colour growing through the concrete in the car park. he says it's the universe telling him how lucky he is to be with you.
he's the type of guy to take you out dancing, even if you're as stiff as a board. there's something so special about seeing your body move to the music and twirling you around the dancefloor. he feels twenty years younger and we all know he loves to dance.
he loves kids and is amazing with any of your nieces/nephews/niblings. if you have any kids of your own, he's a great babysitter but he'll respect any of your boundaries. the possibility of having your own bio kids with him will definitely come up but he's satisfied either way.
hot take but i hate crack fics so much. writing crack is so pretentious to me, i hate how people make a mockery of dedicated fanfiction writers and pollute tags and fic sites. i haven't read on wattpad for years but i know for a fact that it's a huge problem on there. forgive my saltiness, i was searching the impractical jokers works on ao3 and there are too many people writing crack. i have a little theory that it's because the jokers are all pretty unconventionally attractive (larger, older, balder than the beauty standard) and people think it's funny but it could also be that they're comedians, i'm not sure. crack just ruins the fandom experience for me. let me know your thoughts on this.
more Q !!!!!
ask and you shall receive anon :)
brian is not the best at expressing his feelings, especially when he feels anxious or out of his depth. so whenever he needs out, he puts your hand on his chest so you can feel how hectic his heartbeat is. sometimes when you're worried about him, you'll feel for his pulse to catch it quicker. he finds himself doing the same subconsiously. whenever he can't really read your expression, whenever he's worried he's pushed a joke too far, whenever he wants that little bit of confirmation that you're alright.
don't get me wrong, he loves planning elaborate and romantic date nights. he finds it really satisfying to execute plans like that, especially when the outcome is your happiness. however, the way to his heart is a casual date. just ordering some take out from his favourite place and cuddling on the couch is enough to make his whole night. he loves being able to be spontaneous with dates and it takes the pressure off.
we all know his schedule can get pretty hectic so he does his best to devote as much of his free time to you as possible. spending time with you is basically his self care. he unwinds telling you about his day, holding you in his arms, hearing you talk about your life. he loves just getting lost in your voice at the end of the day. he doesn't even have to think when he's with you, his reactions are so automatic, he just gets to be in the moment with you.
he's not very big on pda but if you're out in public, he likes to wrap an arm around your shoulder so he can keep you close to him. he can get a little protective, especially if it's late at night. you can't complain because it makes you feel safe. sometimes he'll put his arm around your waist or in your back pocket but he's not really a hand-holding guy, unless you count sex. this is canon because he said it in an episode.
brian quinn & cumming quick (nsfw)
more brian quinn thoughts because i love him (sorry reader has vagina).
q isn't geriatric by any means and he can still perform for a couples rounds before he gets tired. but sometimes those rounds go by quicker than you can catch up to. his 'goal' with sex isn't to make sure you finish, his 'goal' is for you both to enjoy each others bodies and cumming is just a product of that.
he is definitely embarrassed when he finishes before he intends to. the first time it happened, you two were making out on the bed. you put your hand down his pants, slowly jerking him off through his boxers. without warning, he came on his stomach, his seed spilling down into his underwear and onto his thighs. he immediately apologised and you took a short break so he could regain some stamina.
you both make sure that there's no pressure in the bedroom to perform a certain way and he definitely makes a joke of it to lighten the mood. he does get a little concerned that he won't be able to satisfy you properly but all those thoughts go away when you let him between your legs.
brian has spent a lot of time on the road and (more importantly) a lot of time without a consistent sexual partner. so whenever he felt horny in the past, he'd just finish himself off in the bathroom as quick as possible. it takes time for him to practice lasting longer. i imagine him edging himself with your pussy, pulling out right before he's about to cum and filling you with his fingers instead.
even with all his practice, he still has his moments where he creams his pants but he's always more than willing to finish you off. he'd pull you into his lap, with your back against his chest. his dick would press up against you and you'd feel his cum on your skin. he'd reach a hand down between your legs and start gently rubbing your clit while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you'd feel his cock harden as he'd pull you closer and closer to the edge. he might even cum just from feeling your body react to his touch, melting against his will.
miscellaneous brian quinn hc's
can you tell what my new obsession is?
q is such an old soul. he's the type of guy who never stopped listening to his parent's music. he has hours and hours of 60's and 70's classic rock hits on his spotify all the way back to his broken mp3 players. don't get me wrong, he loves some good indie music. i feel like he'd have a soft spot for midwest because of the sick guitar riffs. he kept his cd collection from the aughties that he plays for you in the car. if you look through his junk drawer there's definitely one of his broken childhood cassetes in there.
segwaying from that last point, he is an extremely sentimental guy. he cherishes every single gift you give him. every birthday card he's ever received is kept in a special box at the back of his closet for safekeeping. he loves hoarding knick knacks and it's easier to defend things that have emotional value.
he has a thing for graphic tshirts. anything he outgrows he either gives to you to sleep in or donates it to an op shop. he doesn't like being a basic bitch but also doesn't have a very good sense of style. so any plain old shirt with a slogan or design on it makes him feel less like a boring old man.
he really enjoys the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair. he has a sensitive scalp so he doesn't really like people touching his hair because they can pull too hard. when you first touch his scalp, he doesn't register what you're doing because he's so used to the guys yanking on his hair. he immediately melts at your touch. every now and then, when he needs a little pick me up, he rests his head in your lap and asks you to play with his hair.
his cats are very attached to you. he jokingly calls you his 'pussy magnet'. you're always his first pick when it comes to a catsitter because they just can't get enoug of you. he sends you so many videos of them meowing for you as an excuse for you to come over.
hold on pt 2 (brian quinn x reader)
Part One: Hold Me Back
Part Two: Hold Me Down
The car was barely parked before Brian started kissing you. He grabbed you by your neck, his touch desperate and starved. He was leaned over centre console, pressing as much of his body against you as he could. You could practically taste his cologne. He pulled away, the rage in his eyes had turned to lust.
"Get out of the car now," He said. "unless you want to be fucked in it."
You followed him into the apartment building. He held your hand, walking in front of you, as you made it up the steps to his place. You looked at his broad shoulders in a lust-filled daze. He shoved his key into the lock, almost ripping the door off its hinges, getting into the apartment. You shut the door behind the two of you and he dragged you to the couch.
He pulled you closer to him by the waistband of your shorts. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. You could feel the longing in his touch, an energy you were doing your best to match. You laid back on the couch, his hands brushed over every inch of your body. He pulled down your shorts, smirking at the sight of your underwear.
"I can't believe you wore a thong underneath those." He traced along the edges of the fabric.
"Would you rather the whole club see my panty lines?" You said, shivering a little from exposure to the cold air.
"Don't talk back," He scolded. "it won't do you any favours."
He admired your shirt, feeling up your chest through the fabric. He pulled it over your head, chucking it across the room haphazardly.
"That top was so see through," He muttered. "I bet everyone could see how much of a whore you are."
He leaned back into you, kissing you once more. His hands reached under your back and unfastened your bra. You hurriedly took it off, eager to keep kissing him.You rolled your hips, desperate for him to touch you but he held you down. You whimpered in respone but he quieted your whining with a dirty look.
"I'll have to mark you up to make sure everyone knows not to touch you." He muttered darkly. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
You could feel his eyes on you, trying to gage a reaction. He was normally quite gentle when it came to sex, only exploring his rougher side when he needed to take out his anger on something. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like him treating you nicely but there was something about angry sex that made you cum harder.
"Please." You looked up at him with begging eyes.
He caught his lip between his teeth, exhaling deeply. You could tell he was really enjoying this. He pulled you over his lap, his hands running across the skin of your exposed ass.
"Tell me if you want me to stop and I will," He said seriously. "okay, sweetheart?"
"Okay." You answered breathlessly.
He brought his hand down hard against your skin, making you moan into the sofa cushions. Before you could lift your head, he did it again. You could practically see the bruises on your ass already. The quick sting of pain and the humilation of the position made your brain go fuzzy.
Every hit turned you into more and more of slut for him. The friction of your clit rubbing against your panties was enough to make you cry. The pleasure was amplified with each impact, causing you to squirm.
You couldn't close your mouth, it was stuck open, moaning and mewling at the sensations. His hand came down again and again and again, until the pillow under your face is soaked with your tears and drool. Your eyelids feel thick and heavy. He let you take a break for a moment before he lifted you up and positioned you on his lap.
He gently wiped away your tears, pressing a kiss to your lips.
"Does it hurt?" He asked.
You nodded your head, resting it against his chest.
"It's okay, baby," He said, rubbing your back. "I know it's not your fault. You're obidient and that's good."
You kept your breathing in time with his heartbeat. The sound of his voice was the only thing in the world to you at that moment.
"But you need to know who to listen to," He continued. "or else things like this will happen."
He pulled you off his chest, holding you face to meet his gaze. Even though your eyes are glazed over and your vision's blurry, you can still make out all the little crinkles around his eyes that pop up when he looks at you that way. A mix of loving concern and devotion for you.
"Who are you going to listen to, sweetheart?" He said, tucking your hair behind your ears.
"You." You rubbed your watery eyes.
"Who owns you?" He asked.
"You." You repeated.
"There we go," He smiled. "now, I can make you feel good."
"Thank you."
"You're doing so well." He said, kissing up your neck.
You buck your hips against his growing erection, his hands came down to guide your movements. His guidance was painfully slow, teasing you. You thought of how he felt inside you. How he'd thrust himself inside you right against your sweet spot. How he'd hook your legs over his shoulders so he could fuck you as deeply as possible. The way he'd look at you in missionary, those big brown eyes edging you closer and closer to orgasm.
"Please," You begged him. "please, I need you inside me."
"Tell me how much you want it." He said, stopping all movement between the two of you, leaving your throbbing against him.
"Please, Brian," You pleaded. "please, I need it so bad. I need to feel your cock inside me. I need you to make me into your slut. I need you to make me yours."
"That's my girl." He kissed your cheek.
He pulled your underwear off your body, leaving you completely undressed while he was still completely clothed. He laid you on your back, parting your legs. You felt him work his fingers inside you, gently pumping them in and out, at a steady pace. His digits grazed your sweet spot, his thumb gently stroked your clit in slow circles.
His lips connected to your neck, sucking a string of deep love bites into your neck. Beautiful dark purple and red bruises decorated you. Each mark a reminder of how whipped he is for you. You moaned into his ear, motivating him to bite harder.
He increased his pace with each shudder from you, pulling away from your throat. You could feel his hot breath against your neck. He was filling you up with his fingers, his breath and his love.
"I'm close," You whimpered. "I'm so close, please don't stop."
"Sorry, baby," He pulled his fingers out of you. "but you're not cumming like that."
"Brian." You whined.
"You're going to take what I give you," He said. "and you're going to be grateful. So cut the attitude."
You nodded sourly, lying in anticipation.
He took off his shirt, discarding it on the floor with your clothes. Then came his pants. He undid his belt and laid it under his coffee table, his fly came down much too slow. You felt the warmth of his naked body pressed against yours, the tip of his cock grazing your hole. He pushed himself inside you gingerly, pausing so you could adjust to the feeling.
You took deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out. You nodded at him to move but he stayed put. When you tried to move yourself, his hands held you down by your hips.
"What do you say, sweetheart?" He teased.
"Please." You breathed.
"And?" He continued, tightening his grip.
"Thank you." You said.
He smirked down at you and started shallow thrusts. You held his biceps as he gently rocked in and out of you. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting. His pace quickened and became sloppier as your kiss grew more passionate. The new bruises on your ass added pain to the mix, making you squirm against his touch.
"You look so beautiful like this," He praised. "so pretty, acting like a whore for me."
He kissed you messily between off-beat thrusts, leaving saliva running down your chin and wetting his facial hair. Your eyes fluttered closed, you were focused solely on how good he was making you feel, barely able to string together a sentence. His brutal pace being the culprit. You could feel a knot building in your stomach, desperate for release. You knew Brian wouldn't let you unless you gave him what he wanted.
"Please," You begged. "please can I cum?"
"Not yet." He said.
He pulled out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing but air. He rested your legs on his shoulders and pushed himself back inside you roughly. The feeling of his dick filling you completely was enough to make you see stars. You could feel your eyes start to glaze over as he continued hard and fast. You pressed your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming.
"No, baby," He moved your hands away. "I need to hear you."
"Can't," You whimpered. "I can't hold it, please."
"Aw, you can't handle it," He teased. "am I too good for you?"
"So good, Brian," You said breathlessly. "you make me feel so good."
"Who's the only one who can make you feel like this?" He spoke, keeping up his rhythm.
"You," You whined, your eyes rolling back. "only you."
"Okay, you can cum," He allowed. "cum all over my dick, sweetheart."
"Brian!" You cried as you dug your fingernails into his back.
The knot in your stomach unloosed all at once, overwhelming pleasure taking over you. He kept going until his thrusts became lazy. You rode out your high, tears rolled down your cheeks from the overstimulation as he chased his own orgasm. You felt his hot cum spill inside of you as you clenched around his dick. You breathed heavily underneath him, full of his cum and finally his completely.
"God almighty." He moaned, collapsing down onto you.
"Brian!" You tried to push him off you but he was too heavy. "At least pull out."
"No," He mumbled into your ear. "I want to keep my cum inside you."
"You're so gross." You giggled.
He rolled off you and picked up his shirt from the ground, chucking at you to wear. He put his boxers back on and laid back on the couch, gesturing for you to lie on him. The back of your head rested on his shoulder and his arm grabbed your waist.
"I'm going to kill those fucking guys."
hold on (brian quinn x reader)
[I know this is a little random but you know what older men do to me. Trigger warning for mild descriptions of sexual assault. This is also posted to the japage3moondog ao3.]
Part One: Hold Me Back
Part Two: Hold Me Down
"So, what would you say is Q's biggest flaw in your relationship?" Joe asked.
"I love him," You answered. "but he can be a little jealous."
"In Q's punishment today," Sal started to explain. "we are going to be exploiting this flaw."
"We're gonna see if we can get him to punch someone in the face basically." Murr joked.
...
You had been dating Brian for almost half a year now. He'd kept your relationship pretty much just between the two of you, especially in the early months. The privacy was nice. Even though he wasn't a necessairily big celebrity, he still attracted some publicity and you weren't really the type to enjoy that.
Brian was your dream man. He was almost too good to be true. You could have serious, intelligent conversations with him but he could still make you laugh. He made you feel safe, loved and respected. Every moment with him was a cherished memory. His only real flaw was his jealousy.
Everyone who knew Brian, knew about his possessive tendancies. He would glare at every guy who looked at you when you were out. He was fiercely protective and shut down any joke or jab at your expense. He would keep his arm wrapped tight around your waist in public, keeping you close as possible.
As far as he was concerned, anyone who hung around you for too long was trying to get in your pants. He made it his mission to show those punks that you were happily taken. You knew part of it was just his touch-starved side but there was definitely some underlying insecurity you were trying to work through together.
He made you aware of the implications of dating him from the start - the show, his tight friend group, his insecurities. All thanks to doing a risky 20 questions on your first date. You were grateful that he was upfront, if not intimidated by his honesty.
Meeting the guys was like meeting his parents. It was a little awkward, given how well they knew each other but you got along fairly well. When Murr asked you if you were interested in being featured on his show, you were surprised that they wanted you to be involved.
You had to give it a lot of thought and they had to give you a lot of convincing but eventually you agreed. They were waiting on an episode where Brian would lose so they could use you in the punishment segment. Something involving random strangers hitting on you while Brian was forced to deal. Initially, you were hesitant to touch on such a sensitive part of your relationship but the guys assured you that they'd take the fall if anything went awry.
...
The guys stood outside of the club, riffing while they waited for the shoot to start.
"Q," Murr said, grinning at the camera."you are the loser of today's episode."
"And for your punishment," Sal explained. "you're going to the club!"
Brian rolled his eyes as the other jokers laughed at him.
"Why don't you take a look at this outfit, buddy?" Joe threw clothes at him that landed at his feet.
Brian picked up the shirt first - a cropped baby tee with the phrase 'SINGLE & READY 2 MINGLE' across the chest and 'GRAB MY ASS 4 MY PHONE #' along the back in pink, puffy paint. He chuckled, comparing the small size of the shirt to his chest. Underneath the shirt, laid a pair of equally small, booty shorts that looked like they would cut off the circulation to his legs.
"Uh, I don't think these are my size, fellas." Brian said, confused.
"That's 'cause it's not for you," Joe went on, between laughs. "it's for your lovely girlfriend."
Brian's pleasant expression dropped immediately. The thought of a random guy groping you made his blood boil. He subconsciously curled his fingers into tight fists at the hypothetical.
"While your girlfriend is out making some new friends," Sal laughed. "you're going to be behind the bar of this club behind us."
"And if you make any drinks wrong," Murr added. "let's just say we'll be upping the anti."
...
You put on the outfit the guys had chosen for you. You had to admit that it felt nice to be part of one of their jokes but you were nervous for the outcome. You checked yourself out in the club bathroom mirror. The shorts clung nicely to the curve of your ass, leaving a cheeky bit of flesh visible. The tshirt barely covered your bra, the text stretched over your chest. You smiled at your appearance, hoping that Brian would get to see you like this.
You checked the time on your phone, awaiting the start of the punishment. Sal had sent you a text, telling you to sit at the bar but not to order anything yet. You followed the instructions, picking the stool farthest from the noise of the DJ's booth. You were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in dinky bartender's garb.
"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning over the bar to be closer to you.
"They told me not to get anything yet," You answered. "your outfit's adorable."
"I'd say the same to you if we weren't here right now." He spoke through his teeth. "If anyone even looks at your ass, I swear to god, I'll murder them with my bare hands."
You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this.
"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."
You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.
"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.
"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.
"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.
"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.
Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.
"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.
You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this.
"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."
You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.
"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.
"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.
"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.
"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.
Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.
"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.
You looked back at Brian, shooting him a sympathetic look as you danced with Sal.
"It's a pity we haven't spoken much before this." He said, twirling you to the music. "It does make this funnier though."
"Are guys really going to grab my ass?" You asked nervously. "I don't want Brian to catch a charge."
"It'll be fine, I'm here to make sure nothing gets too crazy," He assured you. "just relax and have fun."
You did your best to listen to him and focus on the music. You didn't go out often, especially not out to clubs, so getting to dance around was a treat. The music wasn't what you'd usually enjoy but there was something about the lights and the people around you that just made it perfect. Sal would shoot you a comforting grin every now and then, reminding you of the joke.
It took barely twenty minutes for the first guy to grab your ass. If you hadn't felt it, Brian shattering a beer glass against the bar would've felt it for you. You turned around to a stranger holding up his phone with his contacts open. Out of shock, you put in a bunch of random numbers so he'd go away. You looked back at Sal, jaw still grazing the floor. He had his fist in his mouth, cackling away.
You turned to see Brian trying to jump over the bar, Joe and Murr holding him back to prevent the murder that was about to occur. You mouthed at him that you were okay but the distance between you made it unintelligible. You tried to walk back over to him but Sal pulled you back.
"I'll talk to him, just wait here." He said. "Murr'll come over, we'll switch places."
You were definitely more stiff without the security of Sal by your side but Murr didn't make it a long wait. You were just waiting for the punishment to be over, trying to enjoy what you could.
"Q is totally going to kill someone tonight." Murr laughed.
You looked back at your boyfriend, Joe and Sal calming him down.
"How many guys have to grope me before this is over?" You asked.
"Only a couple more," He answered. "do me a favour, give the next guy Q's number."
You giggled at the thought of Brian getting a late night text from a horny stranger. The next guy looked about half your size and you could feel his hands shake even though the touch was only for a second. You dutifully put Brian's number in as your contact, leaving a winky emoticon next to some made up name. You didn't even have to turn around to know that Brian was fuming. Murr looked like he was about to die of laughter. You giggled along too, the humour of douchebags thinking they had a chance with you forcing up a chuckle.
The final switch was made, Joe taking Murr's place. He awkwardly danced next to you, glancing at Brian every so often.
"You having a good time?" He asked.
"I'm alright," You shrugged. "but, I'm a little worried about Brian's blood pressure."
"We'll get him on pills." Joe joked, making you laugh.
"Hey, baby." A stranger came up behind you and pulled you up against him by your hips. You froze for a moment, in shock of what just happened. After the realisation hit, you turned around slapping the man across the face.
"Where's my number?!" The guy snapped.
Joe signalled over club security, pulling you away from the creepy guy. The bouncer
"Holy shit," Joe said. "are you okay?"
"I'll live," You answered honestly. "I knew it was a possibility, I'm fine, really."
Brian rushed over to you, hugging you as tightly as possible. You reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you. You could feel his rapid heartbeat thud against your chest. His breathing steadily evened out as he held you.
"God almighty, sweetheart," He whispered in your ear. "I'll never let that happen again."
"It's okay, Brian, I'm yours" You assured him. "I'll always be yours."
When you pulled away from the hug, you saw the guys huddled around you, looking shaken up.
"Is everything cool?" Sal offered you a sympathetic look. "We don't have to air this."
"Yeah, we can always put him in a cage with spiders." Murr joked.
"No, you should use this for the show," You said. "it's funny."
"You guys can head home," Joe made shooing motions. "we'll stay and film the outro."
Brian nodded at them, sliding his arm around your waist as he led you to the car. You rested your head on his shoulder, relieved to feel his hands on you instead of some perverted stranger. You breathed in his cologne while he gently rubbed your side.
"I really am fine." You said, looking up at Brian.
"I know, I know," He spoke gently. "you just seem cold. I can feel your goosebumps, honey."
He opened the passanger door for you, giving you a chaste kiss before getting in the car himself. He rested his hand on your thigh while he drove. You leaned against the window, listening to him hum along to the radio. You could still see a glint of anger in his eyes.
"Just so you know," He made eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "I'm going to destroy your ass when we get home."
watching that 70's show just so i can read eric forman fanfiction
did i say read? i meant write mwahahaha
