I always imagine Jo has been stuck in Greta's shadow because Greta is the conventionally pretty one (which she is *chefs kiss*) , so can you do a fiction where reader notices Jo and hits on her first, much to her shock.
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She’s Not You | Jo de Luca x Reader
Prompt: You always choose Greta. Jo didn't understand why - or maybe she did -, even if she was making it clear that she was in love with you the most.
* * *
Jo was used to the scene. The Peaches walked into Vi's bar, the beautiful waitress - you - saw Greta passing by and went straight to talk to her, even able to somersault on the counter to get there before the other women.
It had been that way pretty much all her life. Greta always got the attention of all the girls - whether Jo was in love with them or not -. Jo was used to being sidelined.
She just didn't understand why it hurt so much in your case.
As usual, she watched the two of you laughing together, and your eyes flickered in her direction, surprising her with the act. You smiled delicately and surreptitiously, and Jo de Luca blushed for the first time at a gesture from you. She hid her face in her sleeve and avoided looking at you for a long time.
"You should go talk to her, Bazooka", Lupe whispered in the girl's ear, with a sneer. "Go on, start a conversation, play a catch."
"Wouldn't do any good," Jo sighed, turning to look at you sideways. "She always chooses Greta. Everyone always chooses Greta..."
* * *
Jo was sitting alone near the darts court, throwing a few on purpose so she didn't hit, or hit the smallest spot. She wasn't in the most suitable mood for fun or real play, and she huffed as she took the last bit of her cigarette, tossing it to the floor.
Suddenly, you sat down next to her and took her by surprise again.
“G'night, could I sit here?” you asked, chuckling.
Jo shrugged. "It's already seated, it makes no difference."
“Wow, mamma mia, what kind of mood is this, Jo?” you looked impressed. “Come on, cheer up! Want me to get one more drink? You won’t even need to spend money, right?”
Her eyes looked at you sideways. She was silent.
“Hey! I have an idea!” you jumped up from your chair and reached for her hand. “Let's go to the dance floor! What kind of music do you like? Can I ask Vi to put it on the radio, how about it?”
Jo didn't move. But she opened her mouth once. “You don't have to. You should be working. There's a lot of soldiers and ladies waiting to be served, if you haven't noticed.”
You smiled. “They can wait. Besides, today is my day off.”
For the first time, it made her smile.
“And since when do you have a day off?” she asked.
“Always,” you kept your tone carefree.
"Impossible."
"I'm serious, Jo!"
"Okay, okay, okay, I believe you, (Y\NN)...", she huffed. "Forgive me for my stubborn behavior, it's just that I haven't known what a day off is for a few weeks now, you know?"
“But you're making your workdays worthwhile,” you commented. “Your hits are amazing, no one has ever hit a hit like you do.”
She blushed once more.
"You're being modest, (Y\NN)."
“I can prove it to you not”, once again, you held out your hand. "Dance with me."
* * *
"You know you don't have to do that, right?"
You turned to her, dancing to Dream, by The Pied Pipers, and frowned as you guided her to the slow music. "Do what?"
She shrugged again. “You don't have to pretend to care about me just to make up for your crush on Greta. You don't have to obey everything she says, you know?”
You smirked, now caught off guard by her explanation. I didn't expect Jo to have such an opinion, or that she was so right about you and Greta, especially when you two had nothing in common. You opened your mouth, thinking of the words you would use to explain.
“I'm not doing anything Greta says,” you replied quietly. “When I sat next to you, it was because I wanted to. When I asked you to dance, it was because I wanted to. I never did anything because of her..." You looked up, rolling your eyes. "Okay, maybe a few things...but all those things were because I wanted to know what you liked."
Jo looked at you for the first time, her eyes half-closed creasing her forehead.
"What you mean?"
“Jo,” you whispered, confused. “Me and Greta have nothing. We didn't even come close to having anything. She's dating Carson Shaw, and I only have eyes for one person in particular... all I asked her to do was get her attention. We are friends, confidants, we probably seem different because we are laughing all over the place and we live in whispers...”
She looked surprised.
"Jo, I understand that you get frustrated with living in Greta's shadow sometimes, I understand that you feel awful seeing the girls you like go to Greta all the time, but in my case it's different...", you explained. “I think Greta is a great catch, she's beautiful and has many good qualities... but she has one huge flaw. One of the worst.”
“What flaw?”
“She’s not you,” you muttered, smiling in relief to tell her what she thought.
Jo looked even more shocked, and suddenly, she grabbed you with both arms and hugged you, squeezing your body slightly. Her eyes closed, breathing in her good perfume, mixed with the smell of cigarettes. And then, she cupped her face as soon as she broke the embrace.
It didn't even take a second for you to glue her lips to yours in a simple, sincere kiss. Jo responded right away, still quite confused, but her body melted at your touch, making you feel even more relieved. After a few seconds, you broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry for making you think I was having a thing with Greta."
“It's okay, (Y\NN). I am a real fool.”
“No,” you whispered, smiling. “You are not fool. In fact, you're one of the most amazing women I've ever met in my entire life, Jo. And you deserve someone who makes you very happy.”
"You..." she whispered tensely. “Would you go on a date with me? Just to make sure we make it happen, you know..."
You kissed her once more, smiling and caressing her cheek.
"Of course! A thousand times yes!”
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