Heyyy can I request a joe x reader in which he goes back to the bar he used to work at and sees the reader with some friends and they start talking?? I feel like he’d be either smooth as hell (touching his hair and stuff) or he’d try to make you laugh but still flirt with you, so take your pick. Also your fics are soo good, I can read them multiple times without getting bored, good job hun!!
(thank u for reading them multiple times!!!! thank u!!!! i’m sorry this isn’t fluffy!!!!)
so, he’s enjoying a quiet little drink with the owner who used to be his boss and who is now, more than a little amazed at who he’s become. and joe is a little embarrassed, trying desperately to change the subject because cmon?? who wants to hear the same story about netflix again? and again? and again? apparently, everyone. his friends clap him on his back, the old bartenders and wait staff, nd after a little while, joe just smiles and lets other people finish his sentences for him.
it’s a nice evening. he thinks he’d quite like the anonymity of being a nobody again. he means that, sincerely. his attention shifts from the conversation he’s supposed to be holding and falls upon the busy hush of the place, a couple nobodies at the pool table, a couple nobodies sat around the tables, enjoying their drinks, laughing with friends, checking their phones whilst waiting for their dates to arrive……
man. joe runs a hand through his hair, a little charmed by the company that can be kept when you’re comfortable. lately, all he’s been feeling is the jitters - the eye contact that brings someone hurtling toward him, repeating ‘steve harrington’, the quirk of the brow when the realisation hits, the asterix he feels floating above his head when someone looks at him and suddenly, he is somebody. it sucks. and he doesn’t want to feel like it sucks. but……. he necks his drink, admitting it to himself, tearing his eyes away from the girl at the table across him, laughing at whatever her friend is showing her on her phone, it does.
she’s pretty and she seems comfortable and when she laughs, she laughs with her whole body. he thinks that maybe at some other point in his life, he’d go up to her and ask her if it hurt. he can see her face in his fantasy, the amusement in her eye. she knows the line but she still fills in the blanks: ‘when i fell from heaven?’ and joe grins, devastatingly, knowingly, cheesy, as he admits she looks like an angel to him. tho, he tells her whilst feigning a stage hush, he’s read somewhere that angels are actually fuckin terrifying and she should probably know she’s having exactly that effect on him. he feels like he’s sweating bullets around her. and maybe, in the fantasy, she finds the way he trips over his sentences and changes his mind a mile a minute endearing. maybe she thinks the faint blush on his cheeks is kinda cute.
or maybe she’d say, ‘hey, don’t i know you from somewhere?’ and his heart would sink. he’d still smile and nod, of course. lean in for the selfie when she realises who he is. he’d still think she’s very pretty.
he announces his exit to his old boss and friends and waves w more good nature than he’s feeling as he leaves. still he thinks, wouldn’t it be nice to be nobody like that girl? like everyone else here? they make it look so good.
that girl gives him a small, unknowing smile as he heads out the door. and joe being joe of course, despite himself, still manages to return it.