So basically Jo trying to figure out if her crush Y/N is queer.
Fem!Jo x Fem!Reader
"Elizabeth reminds me of you." You dropped your book on the desk.
Jo crinkled her nose before grabbing your waist. She pulled you onto the bed with her, and you were practically lying on top of her. "Is that enough of a reminder that I'm gay?" Jo remarked with a smile. "Or would you prefer me to show you in other ways?"
"That's not what I meant. She's smart and witty. Elizabeth would never change for anyone. Don't even get me started on her dialogue."
"Who's my Darcy then?" A part of Jo hoped you'd make a romantic gesture, say that you're the one who's madly in love with her. That was what she wanted to tell you, but she didn't have the nerve. If she knew that you at least liked girls, the crush would be less weird. She could flirt openly, because at worst you could reject her.
You shrugged vaguely. Jo realized that her arms were still wrapped around your waist. She was still spooning you, and she didn't want to let go any time soon.
Right now, she was sure you were gay. You were leaning into her comfortably, not even squirming slightly. But other times, you would pretend not to get her very obvious flirtations. So not gay? Or gay and not interested? Which would be worse?
"You deserve better than Darcy."
"If I read the book, maybe I'd know what that means."
A shiver ran down Jo's spine, as you shifted suddenly. At first, she thought you were uncomfortable, but you just turned to face her. "It means you deserve someone who's madly in love with you."
Jo instinctively squeezed your waist a little tighter. "Right, because it's not like I haven't dated the only other queer girl in town."
You closed your eyes, like the right response would appear to you in the abyss. You knew what Jo was trying to do. She felt a little bad about it. You should be able to come out whenever you want, but Jo wanted to - no, she needed to - know and she needed to know now.
"There may be another queer person in town," you whispered.
Jo's grip on your waist loosened. It was an answer. One of the boxes was checked. At least, it was almost checked. Even if you hadn't said it directly, Jo knew she was right. Her gaydar was still on point.
"Do I know them?" Jo asked innocently.
You scooted closer to her, burying your face in Jo's neck. She loved feeling your warmth near her. "I think I might be gay."
Finally.
"I kinda got that vibe," Jo admitted. "I can always spot a fellow queer."
"I'm still figuring it out," you whispered into her neck. "I mean, I know I like this one girl, but maybe she's just special and..."
"You're not confused, Y/N," Jo stated strongly. "Trust me."
ok so i was watching this kdrama on netflix called love alarm (i think it was based off a webtoon? i could be wrong ahaha i don’t research anything) and i really liked the idea of it so i wanted to write a jlp fic about it lol.
basically, there’s this app called love alarm. if someone within a 10 m radius (i think that’s how big it was… oh well) has romantic feelings for you, and they also have the app, they’ll “ring” you. and vice versa, obviously. i’m changing one key rule; the ringing will only work if both parties have the app opened.
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cw: femreader. nbjo.
everyone was buzzing about a new app. something called love alarm? you were confused by the whole thing.
”hey! jo!” you yelled to your friend. “do you know what everyone’s talking about?”
”yeah!” jo held up their phone, they were downloading the app. “it tells you if anyone around you has feelings for you! and it tells other people when you have feelings for them. but like, it doesn’t say any names, which is kinda weird, but that’s part of the fun, i guess.”
you gulped. “uh do you know if you can change the settings to not notify other people.”
jo opened the app. “it’s called ringing, apparently, and no.” they glanced over the settings, only finding an option for the volume of ringing.
you looked at their screen. “aww no one likes you.” their phone had a big zero in the middle of the display. “wait no. romantically, no one in a, uh 10 meter radius? that’s specific, whatever, has romantic feelings for you. i obviously like, you, platonically, i mean, i’m your friend! i’m rambling, so i’m gonna stop now.”
jo laughed, but seemed disappointed with their number. “you should download it.”
”uh maybe.” you noticed your other friend walking over, eyes glued to her phone. “frankie!”
frankie’s eyes glance up to see you, then they darted around the crowded hallway.
”hey! jo, y/n, look at this!” she held up her phone, open to love alarm.
”someone here likes you!” you yelled excitedly. “ohmygod i wonder who it is!”
jo looked down at their phone, still at zero.
”i have no idea…” frankie said, but in a way that made it sound like she knew exactly who it was.
the number suddenly jumped up to two, and she looked around again.
”do you have it downloaded yet?” frankie asked.
”i’m not sure if i want to…”
”it’ll be fun, c’mon!” frankie urged.
”well… okay.” you opened up the app store, and started downloading. on the shitty school wifi, it was bound to take forever.
frankie’s brother, nick walked up to her.
”don’t tell me someone has rang yours yet.” frankie groaned.
”no, not yet.” he said, sadly.
”welcome to the club.” said jo. nick and jo high fived.
”look, don’t let this distract from school. you’ve still got classes to go to!” he lectured the three of you.
”okay, mom.” frankie rolled her eyes.
you glanced down at your phone. 50% downloaded, and 2 minutes ‘til first period. “shit! thanks for mentioning it, nick! i gotta go!” you started running to the opposite side of the school. “love y’all, bye!”
you got to your first period, out of breath, just in time to not be counted tardy. your teacher was really liberal with handing out tardies, even a second after the bell rang… good luck.
you checked your phone again, sliding into your seat. 87% downloaded. and a text from frankie! it was a screenshot of her love alarm, still at two, and a message saying “damn i thought u loved me :’(“
you sent back a cowboy emoji.
”phones up, class! it’s pop quiz time!” exclaimed the dictator, i mean your teacher.
a few periods later was lunch. you and frankie had the same lunch period. you were bummed that jo had an earlier lunch, but they were hanging out with nick, and his friend bella, so they were fine.
”show me your phone!” frankie yelled.
you placed it, face up, on the table. “chill out, woman. no one’s rung it yet, anyway.” you had been obsessively checking since second period. nothing. “any updates on the two from earlier?”
”well, when i went to fourth period, it finally went back down to zero, but then back up to one, so would that be three? or is one of them just, like circling around me?” frankie handed you her phone, currently at zero.
”wait, when did the first go to one?”
”when i went to first period.” frankie said nonchalantly.
”how the fuck are you not freaking out right now? i would be hounding these two, potentially three, people down!”
”well, if they really want me to know, they would tell me. until then, i will enjoy the ego boost that the ringing has given me.”
”that’s so responsible. i’m suspicious.” you said.
”i know! i am responsible! also, i’ve only been opening the app in crowded places.”
”are you okay? this doesn’t sound like the frankie i know.”
you were going to question your friend more, but your love alarm suddenly went off.
1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.
you whipped your head around, frantically. “who could it be?”
”y/n, it’s back down to zero.” frankie updated.
”so, like, they just walked in and out of the circle, right?” you cursed the crowded lunchroom, that you were in the center of.
”probably.” frankie took a sip of water. “oh! did you hear about jamie and alyssa?”
”no, what happened?”
”alyssa wanted jamie to ring her love alarm, but he couldn’t! and then he rang violet’s!”
”what? how do they know?”
”alyssa made jamie walk in and out of violet’s circle, and it rang every time he stepped into it.”
”they broke up, right?” you asked.
”obviously. but violet doesn’t have feelings for jamie, so they’re not together either.”
”this app is going to ruin so many lives.” you muttered.
”well, it was bound to happen eventually.” frankie shrugged.
you met up with frankie and jo, just after school ended. well, more like they met up with you. you had gone right up the bell with your test, and when you got out of the class, your friends were standing right there. both on their phones, open to love alarm.
jo stared distastefully at the zero, and frankie stared apathetically at the one.
you opened the app, but before it could load, nick ran over, startling you.
”frankie, look.” he held out his phone. it had a one on it.
”i’m kicking you out of the club.” jo said darkly.
”any ideas who it is?” asked frankie.
you slipped your phone into your back pocket, without looking at love alarm. you knew exactly who rang nick’s love alarm. you just didn’t want to know if he rang yours back.
your crush on nick had started back in freshman year, when you started hanging out with frankie. you would occasionally hang out at her house, and sometimes nick was around. and you just found nick so unbelievably attractive.
you couldn’t believe it when, in your sophmore year, you and nick had the same seventh period. he sat behind you in class, and was always making jokes. he even offered to drive you home from school. granted, frankie was also in the car, but it still seemed kinda romantic to you.
and you had fallen in love with him along the way.
but this year, you had no classes together. and yeah, you sent memes to each other pretty frequently, but you didn’t talk, really. you still had feelings for him, but you thought that if there was any chance that he did too, it had gone away.
you didn’t want to be disappointed, so you didn’t check your love alarm.
”y/n, has anyone rung yours yet?” asked nick. but maybe not…
”uh, no. i mean, yeah. briefly at lunch, but i might not be remembering that correctly.”
”can we stop talking about this shit? it’s fucking stupid. and who’s to say it’s in any way accurate?” jo spat.
”it’s alright, jo. not everyone has downloaded the app yet.” you tried to comfort them.
they walked off.
”well…” said frankie.
”uh, they drove me to school today, so can either of you…” you addressed the siblings.
”yeah, i got it.” said nick.
frankie laughed, “why do you want to drive my friend home?”
”she’s my friend too. jeez frankie stop being so weird.” he scoffed.
”eh whatever. y/n always complains about the mess in my car anyway.” said frankie.
”just pick the stuff off the floor and put it in a trash can! you can even put a trash bag in the car! it’s not that hard, frankie!” you exclaimed.
”case and point.” she started walking to the library. “i’ll see you back at home, nick.”
”see ya.” he said. you waved at her. you and nick began walking. “so, y/n, my friend, how has life been treating you lately?”
”like a sucker punch to the gut, my friend. i have had a test, quiz, or pop quiz in every single class to day, apart from lunch, where i got clickbaited that someone likes me.”
”ouch!” hey held open the door for you. “did you just use “clickbaited” in an irl circumstance?”
”eh technicalities.” you laughed.
nick shook his head. “anyway, do you know how you did on any of the tests/ quizzes/ pop quizzes/ forms of torture?”
”ugh no. but the suspense is killing me.”
”speaking of suspense, do you have any idea who, briefly, rang your love alarm?” nick asked, as he opened the driver’s side door.
you hopped into the passenger’s seat. “nada. you?”
nick started the engine. “i have an idea.” you felt your heart just flatten itself against your chest. what does that mean??
”care to share?” you tried to say nonchalantly, but it probably came across very chalantly. which nick would remind you, is not a real word.
”no. i’d like to be more sure of my guess first.”
”see, when you say logical and responsible things about love alarm, it makes sense. when frankie does, i worry for the emotional safety of the two, potentially three people who rang her alarm today.”
nick laughed, “that makes sense. do you know who rang hers?”
”why, so you can beat them up? that’s what big brothers are supposed to do, right?”
”no, big brothers are supposed to be an omnipresent watchful eye.” it took you a second to get the reference, but you laughed when you did. “but really, no. more like i want to warn them.”
”i have a hunch on who one of them is, but i will follow in your infinite wisdom and not say until i’m more sure.”
”i wouldn’t call my wisdom infinite...” said nick.
you were tempted to open love alarm, but that would be stupid. nick’s phone wasn’t even on right now.
you fell into an awkward silence, and you didn’t know how to break it.
”so, uh. y/n, i’m sorry that i kinda stopped talking to you.” nick said, a couple stop signs later.
”i am also bad at maintaining friendships, so don’t worry.” why the fuck did you say friendships.
”yeah… uh i want to talk to you more. not just send each other tik toks, y’know?”
”tik toks are an excellent form of communication, i have no idea what you’re talking about. but yes.”
”okay, that’s good. by the way, when you’re scrolling on that app, do you just send me every video that says to send to your friends?”
you laughed, “no. sometimes i send you the ones that say send to your enemies. and i send you other stuff!”
”i know, i know! but like, do you send them to like frankie and jo and stuff?”
”um… sometimes? i definitely send the ones that call you ugly to frankie, and i usually send the super mega wholesome ones to jo, but neither of them ever send tik toks back, so i don’t think they really appreciate them.” nick always sends tik toks back. you’ve usually already seen them, but it’s the thought that counts.
nick turned into your neighborhood. “do you think the love alarm actually works?”
”what do you mean?” you asked.
”what if it’s just random. like the different accounts are randomly paired to go off when they’re near each other.”
you thought it over. “i don’t know. that could be the case, but there’s really only one way to find out for sure.” your heart was nearly beating out of your chest.
”do you mean… trying to ring someone’s that you like?” nick asked, slowing to a stop in front of your house.
you shrugged, “i guess.”
nick sat in silence, looking straight ahead, probably thinking deeply about something.
you picked up your backpack, and started getting out of his car.
”wait, y/n!” nick scrambled to dig his phone out of his pocket.
you turned around to face him. “uh what?”
he took a deep breath, “can you open love alarm?” he had his phone already opened to the app.
not knowing what else to do, you obliged. every second that it took for the app to load felt like a thousand hours.
1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.
”i ran through the cafeteria earlier, by the way.” said nick.
you looked up, to see nick. he held his phone facing you. it said the same thing. you pinched yourself, to make sure you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t.
”wh- wait really?” you were dumbfounded.
nick smiled. “the app works. it really works.” he gazed into your eyes, hopefully not noticing your mouth, which was still hanging wide open.
you felt frozen on the spot, and this was probably getting awkward. but nick! smart, kind, beautiful nick! he liked you. he really did.
he hopped out of his car and ran around to stand in front of you. he placed his hands in yours, still smiling.
”can i kiss you?” you asked.
”yes.” he said. and you did. you kissed the boy who you liked, and who liked you.
You didn't want to tell them how nervous you were. It was your eighteenth birthday tomorrow. You had heard the legends. On your eighteenth birthday, you would wake up in the body of your soulmate. It was a fun detective game. You only had thirty minutes from when you woke up to figure out who they were.
You shrugged. "My soulmate might be younger than me."
It wouldn't happen for everyone on their birthday. Actually, only 49.99% of people would to be exact. It hadn't happened to Jo, for instance, in the twenty-two months since their birthday.
"You will." Jo said. "Go to sleep now."
"Or I might not have one."
"Go to sleep. Y/N."
~~~~~
Your eyes peeled open. For a moment, you forgot what day it was. Then you jumped up.
Shit.
How much time did you waste?
You looked around the room. The light blue walls, the dozens of band posters, and the messy desk were as familiar as your own room. You'd been here so many times before.
You raced into the bathroom down the hall, already knowing what you would see in the mirror.
Jo.
How didn't you realize sooner? You had known Jo since you were kids and didn't even consider it.
Did Jo wake up already? Yes. You were sure that they had. After all, they had waited for this day for so long.
Maybe you should call them. Or, well, call you. No, you should wait. Yeah, the thirty minutes would surely expire soon enough.
~~~~~~
You felt a little dizzy. You were home again, phone in your hand. Jo must have been just about to call you. Maybe you should ca- Your screen lit up. Jo moved fast.
You answered the phone. "Hi."
"Did you find out who your soulmate is?" You could hear the smile in Jo's voice.
"Yes, actually. I am very lucky."
"I bet they're super hot."
You giggled. "Very." You paused. "Any updates on your quest to love?"
"She is perfect." Jo sounded elated. "I was thinking I should go see her."
"I bet she is dying to see you. Especially, if you're taking her to celebrate her birthday."
Jo laughed. "I had a different celebration in mind, but that could work."
Hey!!! I love your jo fics so much, thank you so much for writing all of them! I have a request, if you don’t mind! I feel like Jo definitely loves really deeply and is probably insecure after Frankie that the people they love don’t love them back quite the same amount. So i was wondering if you could write something about that? Or really Jo feeling insecure about anything and then getting reassured and comforted. Thanks so much! Hope you’re doing well ❤️
anonymous said: Hi I love all of your JLP fanfics so much!! Any chance you could give us some more Jo x reader content? Literally anything is appreciated right now especially while the show is dark
corona isolation
this fic decidedly takes place now, if that wasn’t already obvious.
just a short lil fic that’ll hopefully make y’all feel better in all this mess x
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cw: femreader. nbjo.
it was the second week of the corona isolation. correction: it was the second week of hell. you usually claimed you were an introvert, but now that you weren’t allowed to leave the house? you wanted to do nothing more.
not to mention that you couldn’t see jo, who you had just started dating before you knew that all of this was serious. you could remember it clearly; on your first date with them, and your school had sent out an email saying that school was closed for the next three weeks. you and jo had laughed, they said, “seems like an overreaction to something no more serious than the flu, but no school, so i’m not complaining!”
it took you, like, three days to figure out how wrong that sentiment was. yadda yadda yadda flattening the curve, whatever, that’s important, you get it. but you just want to hold jo’s hand. is that too much to ask?
you were restless and lonely, not much different from every other day. now would be the perfect time to facetime jo. or call. or text. morse code? how about smoke signals? telepathy, maybe?
it had been a few days since you had spoken to jo, and you weren’t really sure why. jo isn’t the kind of person who regularly forgets to text back, or leave you on read, so you weren’t sure what was going on. they never even opened your last message. which was like a million heart emojis.
you hadn’t sent any other texts since then, because you didn’t want to seem needy. but now, realizing that that’s why, and that it had been multiple days. you decided that was a stupid reason.
you paused the netflix show you were watching to carefully craft a message. it had to be casual, but not too casual. it had to acknowledge that there had been time since the last message, but not mention it. it should be easy to respond to, not just an open ended statement. and it could not be a question. the last thing you wanted was for jo to think you had come out from hiding just to get information out of them.
”hey.” you typed. you erased the period, it was too cold. the cursor blinked after the y.
still to cold, you added a smiley face. the kind with the nose that made jo smile.
”hey :-)” you sent the message.
letting out a sigh of relief, you unpaused the show. you placed your phone, face up, on your bed beside you.
approximately five seconds later you picked up your phone again. shockingly, no response yet.
jo didn’t respond for two hours. not because they were ignoring you, but because they weren’t looking at their phone. they were living vicariously through their sims. going outside! interacting with people! actually getting to kiss their girlfriend! it was a thrill ride that wouldn’t stop.
but it did take breaks. after jo’s main sim finally got promoted, they decided to check their phone.
you. you texted them. jo stared at the notification. they thought you were upset at them. you hadn’t texted in days.
even though it was a simple gesture, jo felt as if you had reached out and kissed their heart.
self isolation was brutal, but especially for jo. they were still recovering from the blow that was frankie. you didn’t know much, because jo didn’t like talking about it, and frankly you didn’t much care to discuss their ex, but you knew she broke their heart. you knew that jo loved frankie more than she loved them.
and now, jo needed validation. they loved you. it might be too early in the relationship to say it out loud, but it was true. they needed you to look into their eyes, and squeeze their hands and to hug you. but there was a pandemic going on outside their doors.
”hey howdey <3” jo sent back. “how are you holding up?” they double texted.
”wishing i could hold your hand rn but other than that, slowly going insane lol” you texted back immediately.
jo smiled. even though you didn’t know what they were feeling, you knew how to make them feel better.
”!!! i saw a cat outside yesterday and i took a picture, do you want to see? spoiler alert; it’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen” you texted.
”why do you even need to ask ofc show me”
the two of you fell back into easy conversation, many pictures of cats being shared, as well as a surplus of heart emojis.
jo felt better. they always felt better when they talked to you. they weren’t really sure why they ever stopped.
please please please write more jo x frankie I love it so much
we’re not going to canada
this is a short & fluffy boi bc that's all my inspiration is letting me write rn
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cw: femjo.
”what if, now hear me out, we didn’t do that?” said jo.
”wait, wait, wait. you haven’t heard my argument for it; i want to.” said frankie.
”for fuck’s sake, frankie, we’re not moving to canada just because you fumbled over some words in front of a twenty person english class!” jo replied, close to giving up.
”but i’m supposed to be good at lit! it’s embarrassing! and, jo?”
”yeah?”
”free healthcare. i’m just saying, canada is better and we should move there, and the fact that i want to move there is completely unrelated to school, although i’m pretty sure their schools are better, because it’s canada and everything is better in canada.”
jo sighed, “i highly doubt that.” she grabbed frankie’s hands. “if you still want to move to canada after high school… i’ll probably be going anyway, but we are most definitely not going now!”
frankie collapsed into jo. “you’re right but it doesn’t make me feel any better.” she pouted.
jo paused a beat, “i know what’ll make you feel better.”
frankie perked up, “a plane ticket to canada? wait no, two plane tickets to canada!”
”we are not going to canada! give it up already!” jo yelled. she regained her composure, “what i was going to say is that i’m stocked up on popcorn and sour patch kids, and they just put a cheesy gay rom com on netflix that looks interesting, what do you think?”
”i think you should get ready for some sour, buttery kisses, hell yeah that sounds awesome!” frankie jumped up.
”but those kisses do not. yuck, frankie.” jo pinched her face in disgust.
”yeah, that is gross, and i am severely sorry for that. will all the red ones make up for that?”
”absolutely. i’ll get the food, you get the blankets.” said jo before heading downstairs.
