Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Good Enough

You know something's up as soon as you enter the living room and sit beside him on the couch. The TV is off, the remote on the other side of the room– and Joe... Joe has suchsadness in his eyes that it makes you ache for him. A palm moves to softly touch his arm; his gaze picks up, searches yours before he forces a tiny smile.

"Hey." Your soft tone has him sinking back into the couch as you crawl closer to him, effectively settling in his lap as you drum your fingers lightly over his heartbeat. Joe sighs, strokes his hand through your hair. You pick your head up, press a lone kiss to his jaw. "...what's wrong...?"

His lips purse lightly, as if he's holding it back; as if he doesn't want to bother you with it - and that thought makes you upset, pressing a soft array of kisses to his neck as you urge him to open up.

"...if I tell ya, y'gotta promise not to laugh at me," he mumbles, oceanic eyes averting from you and becoming entranced with the rug on the ground. Sitting up a little, you look at your boyfriend with attentive eyes, heart hammering. Are you about to get news that's going to break you in two? But then why would he tell you not to laugh? Anxiety courses through your veins as he takes his time piecing what he wants to say together. "All right. I just– I don't feel as if I'm... y'know... good enough for ya."

A tense silence follows, one in which you're unsure how to break. And the apprehension on his face because of this becomes more and more apparent.

"I mean... I'm not exactly attractive or anythin'. It sucks, I feel like I'm holdin' ya back or somethin', [Y/N]. Have half a mind to let ya go just because I can't possibly deserve ya."

The words slice through you, like daggers to the heart. What are you supposed to say to him? What are you supposed to say to such a brilliant man? Slowly, you shake your head and reach a palm to settle it on his cheek - he jumps slightly at your touch - before you kiss him softly. It takes a moment for it to register in his head, that this is happening and you're not agreeing with him... and that in itself is reflected in your kiss as he deepens it, hands coming to sheathe yours.

You pull away gently, thumb stroking his cheek gently as you kiss the tip of his nose. "...don't say things like that, Joey. I wouldn't be here if you weren't worth my time. I adore you."

"[Y/N]..."

"I'm serious. I love you. Every inch of you. I don't want to hear you say anything like that again; of course you deserve me. You're the sweetest, funniest, most perfect guy forme - and that's what matters."

The smile that breaks out onto his face is something you'll forever keep in your memory as he pulls you to him and lays back on the couch, dragging you with him. You giggle as you feel an array of kisses and nibbles being pressed to your jaw.

"I fucking love you, [Y/N]."