It was a cold, rainy day in New York. As I walk the streets trying you get the art store. I walk in to a guy screaming 'Larry'. I softly speak the words, "I'm sorry," and scurry off to ropes and grab one. Soon he comes up to me and taps on my shoulder scaring me. I jump and scream causing him to hush me. I just walk away hugging my rope. He grabs my fore arm causing me to wince. "Here let me check that," he said pulling up my sleeve revealing the cuts and scars scattering my wrists. I pull my arm away and he grabs it and he pulls me and hugs me. "It's okay. Don't do what I think you are going to do. Put the rope back and we can leave together." I soft set the rope down on the shelf and he leads me out of the store. "What's your name" I spoke softly. He smiles sweetly "I'm Joe"
-two years later-
Joe and I are sitting on the couch watching movies cuddled together. I guess you can say he's my hero. I've stopped cutting and I'm no longer as depressed as I was. I love him. He is my hero
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Impratical Joker one-shots
FanfictionHere's how it's layed out Sal x shy, flirty, reader Q x shy reader murr x reader And Joe x quiet, depressed reader
