50 shades of Joe ( Gradient Joe x Reader )

What kind of slow burn bullshit is this?

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Author's note: The entire book is in your POV (still). There will be swearing!!! And a bit of blood but it's for the haha funnies. Also like- car crash warning???????? And a bit of angst tbh. Some fighting here and there. And comfort. And if you don't like that shit- wELL TOO BAD, ITS WHATS FOR DINNER AND YOU BETTER EAT WHAT MAMA'S COOKIN.
(Side note, the creator is not a woman)

You are still a little grey bug. Probably a crane fly, I dunno, up to you really. Thought we'd make you a cutsie, disgusting little animal for the fuck of it. <3

also, if you find any spelling / grammar mistakes, I'm not taking the time to fix them. Cope.

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As the blazing, uncomfortably hot wind rush by your face, you suddenly come to a stop at an odd place you've never seen before. It looked like you were behind a large wooden stage of some kind with a door and a short staircase that lead to the front, where the stage actually was. Bugbo hopped out the car, leaving the keys in as you watched him walk around towards the small staircase to open the door. He eyes you, hesitating before actually opening it.

Your eyes widened as you press your face against the glass. Gerbo turns as well, staring at Bugbo as the HOTTEST, MOST DEVIOUS, CAKED UP ASS OF A MAN steps from the door. You feel your heart pounding in your chest. The blood in your face rushing to your cheeks as you rapidly hop up and down in your seat. Smoke whistles your ears as heart eyes boggle from your skull. You fall backwards, landing on your back with a thud that shook the entire car. He's far more sexier in person. Gerbo snaps his gaze over towards you with worry as the door you had just shoved your face into opened. You shrink back to the best of your ability; tucking in your legs as Gradient Joe stared down at you. Bugbo peaked from behind his right shoulder.

"Ah, right. Y/N, meet Gradient joe, the friendliest pal I've got. And... Gradient joe, meet Y/N... I refuse to accept them as an acquaintance."

You watch as Bugbo stares at you as you sit up and reach out for a hand shake, only to be greeted by a simple wave instead. You both then struggle to choose between a hand shake and a wave before settling on a mix of both; which was basically a high five. You then scoot back with an awkward chuckle to let Gradient joe sit next to you as you take the seat behind Bugbo. You can't seem to take your eyes off of the fancily dressed man beside you. He's so perfect, a perfect bundle of everything you could wish for in a guy like him... sure he hasn't said a word to you, but who doesn't like a quiet guy, am I right? Ahem- Bugbo wanders back to the driver seat as you near silently buzz your lips (this is a cartoon with neon colored spiders. You, as a bug, can have lips. Don't judge how "accurate" this is), you sat hunched with your transparent wings slightly opening just an inch to relax and collect yourself. Your mind raced with thoughts as your hands scrunched up into half-fists that pushed on your kneecaps... (do bugs have knee caps? I'm not gunna look that up). Gradient Joe then looks over at you in the silent car ride, taking out a red crayon and note pad as he began to write something... then Bugbo opened his stupid fucking mouth.

"So, Joe, how was the election speech?"

Joe rips the paper out he was just about to finish and shoves it in his pocket before writing out "bad" on his notepad. Bugbo looks back to read what Joe had written before returning his eyes to the road, already nearly ramming straight into a tree.