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Joseph Seed x Female Reader

(PRE-CULT)

Reader is bisexual.

TW ⚠️: Alcohol usage, language/cursing, rejection, thoughts of dying, brief mention of reader having anxiety, etc.

I pushed open the door to the Spread Eagle, instantly making eye contact with my close friend, Mary May Fairgrave— the co-owner of the bar. Her dad was the other owner. Her locks of blonde hair rested atop her collarbone, which was unusual. She often had her hair up in a tight bun. Her ocean blue eyes were twinkling despite the dim lighting of the bar. The freckles that littered her cheeks were obvious even from across the room. Her beauty was on full display tonight, causing a slight blush to form on my dimpled cheeks. Although Mary May was my friend, I have recently discovered that my feelings for her weren’t just “friend” emotions, if that made sense. I would rather bury myself in a seven feet deep hole than admit my little crush to her. I’d rather just push away my feelings and maybe they’d go away. But my best friend, Joseph Seed, told me he thought otherwise. Maybe I should just go for it?

Anyway, when Mary May and I made eye contact, she waved me over to the counter with a bright, warm smile. Immediately, I grinned back, the blush still evident on my face, as I made my way to her. I sat down in the seat across from her as she poured my usual drink— Johnnie Walker Red. Mary scooted the glass across the counter for me to grab.

“My treat. On the house.” Mary showed off her white teeth as she fidgeted with the red rag on her shoulder, ready to clean up any alcohol spills.

She had such a breathtaking smile.

“You know I hate doing that to you. Just because we’re close, you shouldn’t feel obligated to give me free drinks. Makes me feel like a bum.” I spoke honestly, taking a sip, as I tapped my fingers on the counter because of my anxiety. I really wanted to ask her out tonight, but currently I was working up the courage. “Your dad probably wouldn’t like it if he found out.”

“Nah, he likes ya. Ever since you started talkin’ to him about his big rig, he never shuts up about ya… He finally has somethin’ in common with somebody.” Mary replied with a small chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the action. “He probably likes you better than me. He wouldn’t mind you getting free drinks every now and then.”

It was cute. I guess now’s my chance.

“Alright. Umm…” I spoke but then cleared my throat, feeling my heart pounding hard against my chest. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

Mary May had that same damn adorable smile on her face. “Okay. Shoot.”

“Well, uh— I was wondering if um… Maybe uh… you would like to go out with me? Like as in um— a date?” I asked, stammering over a few of my words. “But if you don’t want to that’s— that’s fine. I was just uh… wanting to know if you maybe felt the same way I do.” At this point, I couldn’t look her in the eyes, although I could sense her staring at me. And all I could feel at that point was nervousness. My hands were sweating and shaking, gripping my glass of alcohol tightly so it wouldn’t slip out of my hand. The other palm I had to wipe on my shirt to get the sweat off.

Mary May’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and that scared me. “Like as in… an actual date? I’m sorry, Y/N, but I don’t feel the same. I just see you as a close friend. I really don’t want this to change things between us—”

I couldn’t take anymore. Downing the last of my drink, feeling the burn trickle down my throat, wishing it would take all the pain in my heart away. “It’s okay. Thanks for all the drinks. I’m just— I’m gonna go.” My voice cracked while I was on the verge of tears. Throwing a fifty dollar bill her way, I didn’t look back.

Then, I couldn’t stop the tears that had threatened to spill just moments before. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, my throat tightening at what had just happened. It feels like my heart had just been ripped out of my chest and teared into shreds. I should’ve known that her feelings weren’t mutual, and that I was yearning for something that wasn’t possible. Mary May was way out of my league. I ran towards my truck in the pouring rain, my eyes stinging as I got in and started it. “Fuck my shitty life.” I backed out of the bar’s paved driveway, and headed towards the house of the one person I could depend on. The one person I could trust with my life. The one that I had told all my secrets to, vented to him countless times. My best friend. Joseph.

Once I pulled next to his house, he was already on his porch. He must’ve heard the familiar loud rumbling of my truck’s engine despite the loud rain. I jumped out of the rig, slamming the door shut before trudging up the steps to his roof-covered porch.

“Sweetie, what’re you doing here? Not that I mind you showing up out of nowhere, I’m just confused.” Joseph spoke with a small smile, but his cheery face quickly turned to a face full of concern. “Y/N, what’s wrong, honey? Why’re you so sad?” He questioned, taking his signature yellow aviator sunglasses off, hooking it on his white t-shirt.

“Mary May—” I managed to choke out. “Just friends.” I made it to him, wrapping my arms around his abdomen like my life depended on it (maybe it did), my face against his chest with my tears causing his shirt to become soaked. “She—” I hiccuped, “She d-doesn’t feel t-the same.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Joseph cooed while he rubbed my back soothingly, in an attempt to calm me down. “Come inside and let’s get you out of this cold rain. I’ll make you some warm honey tea.”

I nodded against his chest, my eyes shut. “T-thank you.” I was clutching onto him for dear life. “S-she… I thought m-maybe she liked me back. But I was wrong. S-So wrong.”

“Mary May’s a fool for not seeing how beautiful and wonderful you are. She’ll pay for that one day...” Joseph whispered in my ear, his beard tickling my earlobe. “Come inside with me.” He pulled away gently, keeping his hand on my upper back. “I’m gonna take care of you.” Bringing me inside his quaint, cozy, familiar home, he lead me to the leather couch. “I’ll get you a blanket and some tea. Be right back.” He spoke softly, a worried look in his sky blue orbs.

Once he left the room, I laid down on the couch, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, wondering what I did to deserve such a good friend (and what I did to deserve getting rejected by Mary May). Joseph and I were very close. I told him everything about me— from my favorite color and my favorite food to my sexuality and the girl that I’ve been in love with for probably years (back then I didn’t know it at the time)… He never once judged me, always supporting me through everything. He had my back and I had his. He’s what you call a true friend.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Joseph came back with a blanket and two steaming hot cups of his homemade honey tea. He set both of them on the coffee table in front of the couch before sitting right beside me, draping the blanket over my waist down.

“Drink some tea. It could help you feel better.” Joseph spoke softly as he started rubbing my back again soothingly. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be here every step of the way.”

“Thanks Joseph. For everything.” I admitted, turning my head to look at him. I had managed to stop crying, but my eyes still burned, definitely bloodshot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be just fine without me… Here. Drink up.” Joseph shot me a small smile, handing me my cup of honey tea. “It’s my great grandmother’s recipe. My grandma swore by it.”

Taking a sip of the tasty, familiar tea, I laid the cup back on the coffee table. “That’s so delicious… I didn’t know it was your great grandmother’s recipe. I thought it was yours.”

Joseph scoffed teasingly, “I’m definitely not that creative.” He then took a large sip of his tea. “Crap, that’s very hot. I think I burned my tongue” He placed the cup on the coffee table. “That hurts.”

I giggled at him, nearly forgetting about what happened thirty minutes before.

A few hours had passed. Our tea cups were empty, and Joseph and I were currently watching Impractical Jokers. Somehow, the blanket that was on me had made its way around the both of us, up to our necks as we laughed at the tv screen. We laughed when Sal was forced to spin in the swivel chair and attempted to bring the customers their food and drinks. But obviously he failed and didn’t make it very far, knocking over the nearby chairs and table while falling onto it. Then Sal had to go to the next station and do the old school sit-and-spin. He barely made it outside of the tent before he rammed into the wall, dropping the tray full of food and drinks, probably breaking the glasses. It was hilarious!

Joseph and I were laughing so hard that I had started crying and his stomach was hurting. It was a great way to end the night…

“Thanks for um— keeping me company.” I thanked my friend as the episode ended, turning to Joseph. “I really appreciate you being here for me. I don’t know what I would do without you, Joe.” I started tearing up at the thought.

“Aww, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.” Joseph smiled softly at me, pulling me in for a hug.

He had his arms wrapped around my shoulders while my arms were wrapped around his waist. I had my head in the crook of his shoulder as he laid a kiss on the back of my head.

With this, my heart began to flutter… Weird? Was I going into a-fib? Why did my heart just do that? I pulled away from Joseph, confusion evident on his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” Joseph asked, appearing a little hurt by me creating distance between us.

I shook my head, “No.” And my body acted on instinct. I kissed Joseph.

Published: 13 August 2023

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