✩ ⋅ pairing. asakura jo x gn!reader
✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, sickfic
✩ ⋅ warnings. none!
✩ ⋅ wc. 655
✩ ⋅ prompts. reading together, one sitting on the counter as the other grabs a spoon + pint of ice cream from the fridge and feeds it to their lover, protecting their peace when friends and family are around
✩ ⋅ request. no thank you so so much lovely 💖
✩ ⋅ a/n. another one for the 600 event! ty for requesting!
Your head feels heavy, the warmth of a fever burning up your whole body. The world outside your closed eyes is muffled, until the sound of the freezer door opening cuts through the quiet.
You stir slightly, peeking through heavy lids to see Jo standing by the fridge, rummaging around. His dark hair is slightly tousled, and he’s wearing one of his soft, oversized sweaters, the sleeves bunched around his hands as he pulls out a pint of ice cream.
“Jo?” Your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.
He turns at the sound, his expression softening instantly. “I almost thought you fell asleep on the counter.” He jokes, closing the freezer.
He walks over to where you’re sitting on the kitchen counter, legs dangling, too tired to stand on your own for long. “I was going to let you sleep, but I figured this might help.”
You blink in confusion as he peels off the lid, scooping out a spoonful of the ice cream before holding it up to your lips.
The cold metal brushes against your mouth, and you hesitate before taking the bite. The chill soothes the raw soreness in your throat instantly.
Jo watches you closely, his lips forming into a small smile. “Better?”
You nod, swallowing the sweetness slowly. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he says simply, dipping the spoon back into the pint for another bite. He feeds it to you without hesitation, his movements slow and patient. “You barely ate earlier.”
You sigh, leaning slightly against him, exhausted. He doesn’t complain when your forehead rests against his shoulder, just shifts enough to make sure you’re comfortable.
Later, when he guides you back to the couch, you curl up against his side, wrapped in a blanket. Before your eyes can close completely, he grabs a book from the coffee table and settles beside you.
You instinctively shift closer, resting your head against his shoulder. His sweater is warm, soft against your cheek, and his scent, a familiar and comforting scent, makes you relax.
His voice is soft and calm as he begins reading a page of the book.
You listen to the gentle rise and fall of his words, letting them wash over you like waves. Your eyes slip shut, comforted by the steady warmth of Jo.
Every so often, his fingers brush over your arm, absentminded, like a reassurance that he’s still there
You don’t even notice when your breathing evens out, slipping into sleep against him.
“Is she out?” A voice cuts into the quiet. You recognise the voice as his friend Harua. You nuzzle closer to Jo, pulling the blanket slightly more over your head.
Jo barely glances up from his book, his free arm instinctively tightening around you. “Don’t wake her,” he says in a soft voice. “She’s sick.”
There’s a small pause before he mutters, “Got it,” and quietly retreats.
Jo exhales, glancing down at you. His gaze lingers for a moment, his expression soft. Then, just barely, he leans down, pressing a featherlight kiss against your temple before returning to his book.
𝜗ৎ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⋆.˚ .ᐟ [boyfriend!jo x reader] ...୨ᢉ𐭩୧... wc. 1k w. curse words! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
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rainy days used to make you sad.
the way the sky would gloom, the sun far gone as the world just wept.
maybe it cried because it was lonely, because life is unfair and it felt like it was losing itself in the fast passing clouds.
or maybe that was just you, and you liked to project.
but it wasn’t like that anymore, not since jo came into your life.
he was like a ray of sunshine that caresses your face, warming your body from the inside out and filling you up with serotonin. you had met, ironically, on a rainy day where the sky seemed to want to drown you on your walk back home from the convenience store.
that, until you felt a presence by your side and an umbrella over your head. you had seen him before around your apartment complex, but he always averted his eyes the minute they connected with yours.
it wasn’t any different then, his attention stuck to his shoes like they were the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
his warmth made your day then, and it has been ever since.
“yeah, so then she got upset at me because i didn’t want to go all the way to her house,” you mumbled, your head resting on your boyfriend’s tummy as you stared at the ceiling.
“you’re so mean to the poor woman,” he mumbled, absentmindedly playing with the strands of your hair as he listened.
“i’m not, i just won’t go all the way there to teach her how to get into netflix when i can do it over the phone,” you defended, rolling on your side to cuddle closer to him.
he was so warm against your cold skin. so beautiful and comfortable that you felt like you could just stay there forever. you knew he wanted to, too. judging by the way his entire demeanor seemed to just soften around you, or how those tall walls of shyness he always carried around him disappeared the moment your presence made itself known in the room.
“she probably just wants to see you, angel,” he commented, his voice soft as ever once his eyes had actually caught yours.
“well, she has a lot of free time and money for uber, she can come here” you shrugged, incorporating back up from your laying position to scoot up closer to his face.
“you’re terrible,” he smiled, as fond as anyone could ever look.
“you love me,” you smiled back, grabbing his cheeks and squishing softly. a small giggle escaped your lips at the sight of his now pouty lips, enticing you to duck slightly and kiss him. you know how jo’s kisses worked, though. if you started, there was no stopping you until both of your lips were sore and red from the incessant contact.
“maybe i do,” your boyfriend said, his words sounding muffled because of the current position of his face.
without being able to control yourself any further, you attacked him with kisses; small pecks showering every inch of skin in his beautiful face with your undying and unwavering love.
a chuckle escaped from his lips as his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you into a bear hug and making you collapse on top of his body.
“stop, i'm going to burst at how cute you are,” he groaned, using the new control he had over your body to turn you around until he was the one laying on top of your body.
“hey! that’s my job,” you jabbed at the side of his ribs teasingly before wrapping your arms around his lengthy frame, allowing just enough space for him to move into a comfortable position.
jo moved slightly for a couple of seconds before reaching shelter on the crook of your neck. his body covered the majority of yours, but it didn’t matter. having him like this, you realized he was a sunray on a rainy day, a sort of reminder that there is always a rainbow after a storm.
“we’re going to your grandma’s tomorrow, by the way” jo’s voice broke the comfortable silence, eliciting a groan to escape past your lips.
“but it’s so far away, and we’ll have to stay there for hours,” you pouted.
“she told me she misses us and she sounded like she was about to bawl, it’s only fair” he shrugged, his face still buried on your neck as if he had found his new home.
“she does that because she knows you’ll fall into the trap!” you exclaimed, not being able to conceal the fond smile that made its way onto your lips, tinting your voice with a teasing tone. “you’re so weak willed.”
“i am not,” your boyfriend complained, lifting from his hiding spot to glare at you playfully. “i just don’t want to see an old woman cry, if anything i’m a good person for wanting to make sure she’s not lonely.”
“sure, because she doesn’t literally live with my cousin,” you rolled your eyes, amusement shining in them. “she just wants to see you, it’s not even about me.”
“well, maybe she’d like you better if you visited her with me,” he teased. just then you noticed the way his hand had snuck under your shirt, tracing small circles in the skin of your waist.
“she’s fine, she had better company with you anyway,” you smiled, leaning closer to him to steal a quick peck.
“hmm, sure” he mumbled, leaning back in to continue leaving cast kisses on your lips.
“enough about my grandma, what do you want to watch now?” you asked, pushing him back on the bed to lie back on his tummy, letting out a small sigh of contentment.
“whatever you want, princess” he smiled, his hand falling back into your hair to leave tiny forms of affection that he knew melted you completely.
just like that, the rest of the rainy afternoon passed. jo’s warmth enveloped you completely, and there was nothing else you’d rather do than just exist together.
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« what is love? » he asked you quietly, his face bathed in the moonlight passing through your window. jo was currently slumped against your mattress, his ebony hair spread carelessly on your pillow while you were lying next to him, belly against the bed, chin resting against the palm of your hand. a smile took place on your lips at the sound of his question, his soft voice destabilizing the quiet silence that had previously occupied the room.
pretending to think, without your eyes ever leaving his, your index finger pressed against his pale skin, tracing the curve of his jaw to his chin with your fingertip. « love is.. » you began to say, the sound of your voice echoing in his head like the most bewitching of melodies, « love is your voice. »
he didn't seem to understand, looking for the slightest innuendo in your words to find any clue as to the meaning of your sentence. but jo didn't have time to think as you spoke again, « just hearing your voice can give me butterflies in the stomach. » — you wanted to explain things as you felt them, so you continued your confession, bringing your index finger up to trace the outline of his eyes delicately.
« love is your eyes, » you declared, as he watched you with as much adoration as possible, and this simple little thing caused your heart to miss a beat, « the way you look at things is unique, the gleam in your eyes always makes me feel like i'm even more precious than the biggest diamond. »
jo could swear he'd never enjoyed listening to someone talk so much. he loved that little crackle in your low voice, the way words roll off your tongue like poetry. you were like a sweet dream he didn't want to wake up from. it's thanks to the way you talk that he started to take an interest in you — your voice was the sweetest and most captivating among the whole class. he watched you change position : your right hand previously scattered over his face, now resting against his chest. for the left hand, you moved it delicately so that your fingers intertwined with jo's, suddenly stopping his delicate caresses on your cheek.
« love is your hands, » you resumed, pulling his hand to your lips to place a warm kiss against its back, « when they touch or intertwine with mine, a gentle warmth can't help but permeate my whole being. they are reassuring and comforting, like the ultimate cuddle you need during hard times. »
jo didn't know how you made him love you even more than he already did. nor did he know how his heart managed to beat so fast in his chest. much less how you could refrain from commenting on his flushed cheeks.
« and finally, love is your lips. » you continued, in the most sincere voice in the world, bringing your hand up until your fingers lightly brushed his lower lip. your smile was even sweeter, your eyes filled with stars, and you breathed joy, which filled him with happiness. « jo, every time you smile.. oh gosh, i swear the ground caves in on me. i've never felt my heart race so fast. » you explained, and he could hear your smile in your words. you were so pretty, you were the prettiest in his eyes. no one had ever shake him up as much as you — and he wouldn't lose the love that bound you together for anything in the world.
« love is you, asakura jo, » you end up saying, your voice growing weaker, as if you were sharing the most confidential of secrets with him, « your whole being makes me discover a little more every day what love means. »
unlike you, jo wasn't good with words. but instead of talking, he could act, even if it took him all the courage in the world to do so. then, after a moment's thought, the boy sat up, his warm hands caressing your face in the most delicate of ways. it was as if your cheeks were caught between two cotton fields, and in front of you, the most radiant, comforting and warmest of summer suns appeared. his smile filled the light that was missing from your night, shaking your whole being, giving your heart uncontrollable palpitations. you knew jo was the answer to all your questions about love — and this was confirmed once again when he placed the most unforgettable kiss on your lips.
« i love you, » he murmured against your mouth just as your fingers grasped his sweatshirt, « i love you more than words can ever describe. »
and he was right : because no words could describe the love you meant to each other.
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“Y/N, I know you’re in there.” Jo whispered, scared of what you might do. Or what the demon in you might do. She was tied to a thick wood pole, trapped with you inside of an empty bar. You took her to a place where no one ever goes.
Sam and Dean would be too late by the time they found you.
“That’s cute that you think she’s in here. Or that she cares about you.” The demon smirked.
“I know she does. You bitches are all the same.” Jo spat.
“Oh, poor Joanna Beth Harvelle. It must be hard living your life. Well guess what, no one likes or even loves you. You’re not worth it to anybody. I should just put you out of your misery,” The demon lifted the knife in your hand and got the tip close to her eye.
She was scared but she wasn’t going to show it.
“So do it. If you wanted me dead, I would be dead.” Jo said, her voice failing her composure.
“Then let’s get this party started, shall we?” The demon grinned before pulling the knife away, only to jam it into Jo’s thigh.
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✩ ⋅ pairing. asakura jo x fem!reader
✩ ⋅ genre. fluff
✩ ⋅ warnings. none!
✩ ⋅ wc. 556
✩ ⋅ prompts. reading together, a classic: falling asleep to their lover’s heartbeat as they’re lying against their chest, lying down while one plays with the other’s hair
✩ ⋅ request. If that's okay, I would like it to be JO x Female Reader. Thank you.
✩ ⋅ a/n. another one for the 600 event! ty for requesting!
The rain outside patters softly against the window. It’s 10pm, not late, but late enough to make you feel somewhat sleepy. Jo sits comfortably against the pillows, his back resting against the headboard, one arm loosely around you as you lie against his chest, your head nestled under his chin.
His voice drifts through the air as he reads aloud from his book. The words flow smoothly, but you barely focus on them. You’re more aware of the warmth of him. His heartbeat beats softly in your ear, pulling you further into tiredness.
His other hand moves through your hair, fingertips combing gently through the strands. It’s lazy and tender, the kind of touch that makes your eyelids grow heavier with each slow touch.
You let out a soft sigh, pressing yourself closer, and Jo chuckles softly, the quiet sound vibrating through his chest. You smile against the fabric of his sweater.
“You’re falling asleep on me,” he murmurs.
“Mmm.” You hum in acknowledgment, not bothering to move. “Not my fault you’re comfortable.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, his fingers still combing through your hair. “I told you reading would make you sleepy.”
“Then why did you agree to read to me?” You peek up at him.
Jo smirks, tilting the book slightly in his hand. “Because you said, and I quote, ‘I promise I won’t fall asleep this time.’”
“That doesn’t sound like me.” You groan, burying your face against his sweater.
He chuckles again, the deep, breathy sound making your chest feel warm. “It sounds exactly like you.”
His arm tightens slightly around you, his warmth settling over you like a second blanket. You sigh again, your fingers lightly gripping the fabric of his sweater.
“Keep playing with my hair,” you mumble.
Jo shakes his head but doesn’t stop. “So demanding.”
“You like it.”
There’s a pause. Then, a soft chuckle. “Yeah,” he admits quietly, his fingers threading through your hair even more slowly, his nails gently scratching against your scalp.
A small, pleased smile tugs at your lips. Your hand lazily reaches for the hem of his sweater, fingers curling into the fabric. He notices, his arm tightening around you slightly, a quiet reassurance that he isn’t going anywhere.
The steady patter of rain against the window fills the silence between you. It’s peaceful, the world outside is small and far away.
Jo shifts slightly, turning his head just enough to press a barely-there kiss to the top of your head. His lips linger for a second before he pulls back, as if he isn’t sure you felt it.
A deep sense of warmth spreads through you. The rain continues its steady rhythm against the window, the dim lighting casting a soft golden glow over everything.
A soft hum escapes you, eyes still closed. “Did you just-”
“Go to sleep,” he interrupts, his voice holding a hint of flustered embarrassment.
A quiet laugh bubbles in your chest, but you’re too tired to tease him properly. Instead, you snuggle further against him, letting his warmth, his heartbeat, and the movement of his fingers on your head pull you into sleep.
And just before you drift off completely, you hear his voice again, so soft it almost blends with the rain outside.
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english isn’t my first language. asakura jo. teenagers — just him teaching you how to play it right ﷼
Once he’s at the basketball court, he doesn’t let your hand go because he wants you to play with him and it doesn’t matter if you’re a lousy gamer, he doesn’t care and you can clearly see his excitement to have you there.
“Try to get the ball in” He says but as soon as you do it, the ball hits the wall making him laugh as you complain. “I’m sorry baby, but you’re so cute and I can’t control it” He says laughing and right after that, he takes the ball and goes behind you making you look so small due to the height difference.
He holds your hands with the ball and he starts to teach how to throw the ball in the right direction, making you feel nervous and shy since he’s so close to you. Once you throw the ball and it goes in, Jo smiles at you and holds your hands just to kiss your forehead before he goes to get the ball again.
When you start to play basketball, or you try to do it, he shows his skills by throwing the ball in and running around with a smile. “This is not a competition, Jo” You say jokingly without controlling the smile that appears when you look at him.
Then when you finally have the ball and start running in the court, Jo steals the ball from your grab and throw it in the air just to get it in. “Baby” You complain and your boyfriend walks towards you with his cute and charming smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning on you. “I’m just teasing you” He admits and he starts to kiss your cheeks just to see your smile again.
Now he teaches you right, letting you know when it’s the perfect time to steal the ball from him and how to throw the ball correctly. So when you throw the ball in multiples times, he lifts you up in the air as you laugh.
Even if you don’t love basketball, playing it with Jo makes it better.
