SFW Impractical Jokers fanfics

Murr 7

You wouldn't say you had an anger issue, it was moreso an "i don't know how to handle frustration properly" issue. It held pretty true to the name; you couldn't process frustration properly and it affected you deeply. You would lash out when you didn't mean to, anything could set you off, everything was a mess.

It was a calm night in, which means there was nothing that could trigger you, right? Wrong. Murray was sitting in the living room reading the paper because yes, people still do that. "There's nothing wrong with it! It's a sufficient source of entertainment!" he always said. It's a wonder THAT never did you in. You were in the kitchen looking over old paperwork from work when your cat jumped on the table.

Everything was fine and civil between you and the cat until they knocked over your folder and, of course, made the papers fly out of it. You could feel yourself getting frustrated but tried to supress it. It wasn't that big of a deal... until the cat decided to get down and start scratching at the papers. You honestly didnt need them, but knowing your luck, if something happened to them you'd end up needing them. So, of course, you exasperatedly picked up the papers and calmly put them back where you pulled them from.

You could feel an emotion attack brewing, so you took your old therapists advice and went to your safe place. In this case, it was your bathtub. Empty, cold, safe, relaxing. Plus, between you and Murray, you guys kept it so clean. It was immaculate. You laid down and hoped to calm down without having to resort to tears.

You were wrong. You started crying; not really the hysterical sobbing kind, but more the frustrated with life kind. It happened a lot. By now, you'd barricaded yourself in the bathroom for around 5-10 minutes now, leaving Murray to worry about you. You heard a knock at the door and collected yourself enough to yell out a "come in".

Murray walked in concerned. "Babe, you okay?" he asked as he sat on the side of the tub. You wiped your face off and sat up. "Y-Yeah. I just needed a break, that's all." you looked up at him with a smile. He looked down into the tub and carefully lowered himself into it so you could cuddle up to him. "It's okay to cry, baby. But don't be afraid to come get me next time." he told you, wrapping his arm around you and kisssing your forehead.