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[kwonzoshi]

“We stop them.” Marie said, nerves evident in the quiver of her voice. Jordan glanced at Emma, who was strangely composed about this entire situation. Then again, not everyone reacts the same to homicide. 

“Okay, fine. We stop them.” Jordan said, eyes glancing from Emma to Marie. “What’s the plan?” 

After taking a few moments to gather themselves, all three of them made their way to the main campus. The air cackled with different degrees of emotion. Anger, fear, frustration, more fear. Jordan, still in their fem form, stole glances at Marie. There were so many unspoken things between them. So many moments they may not get to have. 

The walk was quick, and quiet. Before they knew it they made it to The Woods. Only to find that Cate and Sam had already wreaked havoc and left a pile of bodies behind.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Jordan said quietly, huffing a breath. The guard that lay in front of them had his entire face ripped off. It was so grotesque it seemed almost fake, and they knew this was only the beginning. “We have to split up,” Marie started, glancing at Jordan and Emma. “Emma, you clear the performing arts center. Okay, teachers, administration, everyone.” She turned to face Jordan, “Jordan, you sweep the student union.” “There’s a panic button in Shetty’s office.” they looked up at Marie, “Under her desk. It’ll lock down pretty much everything.” Marie released a shaky breath, “Okay, that’s where I’m going.”

They started to make their way toward the entrance, Emma basically sprinting while Jordan and Marie trailed behind. As Emma disappeared from sight, Jordan made the decision to be brave, they might not get another chance. They grabbed Marie’s hand, stopping her. Marie looked down at them, concern and confusion all over her face.

“Hey…” they started, eyes locking onto hers. “Before we go out there, to face whatever the fuck Cate started, I just have something I need to say.” They pulled their hand back, and rubbed it on their pant leg. “Ummm,” they let out a breath, “I know that this whole thing between us hasn’t necessarily been conventional. With everything going on, we really haven’t had the chance to do things the right way but we’re about to face some really big shit. Like, life threatening we could die, shit.” They chuckled dryly, “So I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for buying into Brink’s bullshit. I’m sorry for rejecting you from the school. I’m just sorry for everything. I needed to make sure I said that to you.” Marie smiled softly down at them, “You have nothing to apologize for, Jordan. You had no reason to believe that man was a piece of shit.” She shrugged, “It happens. People hide things. People suck. But as far as rejecting me from the school, yeah I’m never letting that shit go.” She laughed softly and took a step forward, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Jordan’s ear. “I forgave you the second you batted those beautiful brown eyes at me so… basically the next day. Besides, you’ve made up for it in more ways than one. You fought Golden Boy AND his brother to protect me.” Jordan chuckled, placing their hand on Marie’s waist, “Do not flatter yourself Moreau, I would’ve done that for anyone.” Their expression changed, “If we make it through this, I hope we get a chance to see where this thing goes. A real chance.” They raised a hand and gently stroked Marie’s cheek. “I don’t need to see anything else to know that we’re good together.” She mirrored Jordan’s caress, “I don’t doubt for a second that we’re making it through this. We have to.” “We have to…” they echoed before pulling Marie into a gentle kiss. Their hands moved in sync, cupping the back of each other’s heads gently. As tongue met tongue the kiss deepened, and became more demanding. They both knew that this could be the last time they’d have a chance to share a moment like this, so they dove in headfirst. Marie’s hand gripped Jordan’s shirt as they allowed themselves to be swept away, if only for a moment, by their feelings. They pulled apart, breath catching in their chests and their eyes screaming the things they were too scared to say out loud.

Neither spoke as they went their separate ways, wanting the last thing that they shared to be that sweet intimate moment. 

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Jordan stood, a bright smile on their face as they turned to face Marie. They were in their masculine form now, slowly walking toward her. “See?” Marie said, smiling. “We’re good together.” Jordan chuckled as they continued to make their way towards her. 

Out of the corner of their eye they saw Cate approaching, arm stretched out. 

“NO!” Marie shouted, extending her own hand. Her fingers twitched and Cate’s forearm exploded, sending splatters of blood everywhere. Jordan saw the look of shock on Marie’s face. As if she wasn’t aware that she could do that. Cate’s screams filled the air and that was the last thing they remember before they woke up in an unfamiliar place. 

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Don’t Be Embarrassed

Sam Riordan x Reader

Prompt: You take care of Sam and he takes care of you.

Warnings: autistic reader having an autistic meltdown, talk of mental hospitals, mentions of sex, walking in on friends having sex, spoilers for episode 4

A/N: Although there is no smut, because we’re only 4 episodes in and Sam doesn’t have a confirmed age I’m writing this under the assumption that he’s college age 18+. This boy is taking up most of my brain space this week. We don’t have a lot of info on the the character, but this is how I see his vibes. I crossposted this on my ao3 adriansglasses. Also this is my first non Adrian fic in quite sometime! Hope ya’ll enjoy!

You were on your way back from class when you heard yelling coming from down the hallway. You had been hanging out with Sam for the day and left him for two hours to go to class. You rushed to your dorm, quickly fishing out your keys.

“Hey hey hey what’s going on?” You asked him, placing your hands out, waiting to see if he’ll let you touch him.

“It was supposed to be a good day! A good day! But apparently I can’t even fucking do that!” He yells. The Woods had done a toll on him and he was still recovering. He had been doing a lot better lately, but everyone knows healing isn’t linear.

“Sam, it’s okay. You’re okay.” You give him a smile. “You had a good day yesterday and the day before that! It’s okay to have a bad day, Sam.”

“But I was doing so good…” He sounds defeated. You slowly grow closer to him. When he doesn’t back away you place a hand on his shoulder.

“I know and I’m so proud of you, but healing isn’t linear. There’s gonna be bad days. Even people who are… for lack of a better word ‘normal’ have bad days.” You roll your eyes and throw air quotes around the word normal. You didn’t always have the best words to describe what you were thinking, but Sam always knew what you meant. Usually college friendships and relationships formed and moved fast, but even with that Sam was different. You felt like you could be yourself around him in ways you couldn’t be around others.

It felt that way since the beginning. Sure the day you met Sam was overstimulating, rushed, and tense, but after you and your friends convinced him not to kill the doctor that completely ruined his life, you got to know him a little more the next day.

“So what’s your power?” He asks.

“What?”

“Your power. You must be a supe if you go to Godolkin.”

“Oh! Yeah uh…right… It’s stupid.” You sigh, avoiding eye contact. The gravel below your feet comes into detail. You pay attention to the sparkles of the rocks being hit by the sun instead of Sam.

“It can’t be that bad. Just tell me.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“I uh… I feel like any way I word it will sound weird, but my bodily fluids are like acid, so uh like my tears and spit and stuff. Told you it was weird.”

“No! That’s cool! I’ve seen way worse. You should have seen some of my roommates at my old place.” He jokes. You laugh quietly with him.

“So all of your stuff is acid?” He asks. You nod.

“How do you pee? Do you just like melt toilets every time you piss?” He asks. You laugh.

“No, I guess my body has some way of controlling it, but I don’t know. I haven’t really figured it out consciously.”

“I was gonna say, that would be really cool if you could piss acid. Just like pee on all your enemies. That would be cool as fuck.” He laughs. You don’t know why at the time, but there’s just something so comforting about him.

“That’s gross. You’re sick.” You laugh.

“Oh trust me I know. You don’t go through multiple mental hospitals just being normal.”

You knew he was joking, but the way he said normal struck a cord in you. You didn’t see him as wrong, but you knew what he meant. You often felt… knew… you weren’t normal either.

You were there for Sam just as much as he was for you. It took you a long time to accept his help. It took a while for him to convince you that you weren’t a burden. The first time you had a meltdown in front of him was a very vulnerable moment for you. You hadn’t been that vulnerable with anyone like that in a long time.

“I’m gonna fucking kill them.” You fumed, pacing the room, so blinded by your anger you had forgotten you were with Sam. You had promised him you could watch Waterworld after class because you’d never seen it before and it was his favorite movie.

“She is such a fucking bitch. Why the fuck didn’t she fucking tell me?! She could have put a fucking sock on the door or sent a text or fucking something Jesus fucking Christ! Like I love her, but fuck!” You were beyond angry. After an already overstimulating day and a failed assignment handed back, you were already on edge before you walked in on Jordan and Marie. Now sexiled to the lounge while your roommate finishes with his girlfriend, not caring about your plans at all.

“I fucking told him too! I told him you were coming over!” You say, upset, and quite honestly still in shock, not expecting to see two of your friends fucking on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Maybe they just forgot.” Sam proposes.

“How could she fucking forget what time I come home every fucking Tuesday?!” You huff, sitting down on the couch. You sit in silence before thinking it over.

“No, you’re right… they probably just forgot…” You feel a pit in your stomach and tears starting to well up in your eyes. You try to keep them at bay. You don’t need an acid leak today. “Yeah Jordan totally forgot. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad.” You feel your body crumbling in on itself. You hate getting mad. You were so scared of your own anger. You also felt like Jordan didn’t deserve it. Yeah he could be an ass sometimes, but Jordan was your roommate and your friend.

“Hey what’s going on you look upset- well more upset than you were before… okay maybe not more upset, but a different kind of upset…” Sam’s voice trails off. He wasn’t always the best with words either.

“I just feel so bad.” The tears start to slip down your face.

“Why do you feel bad? You just walked in on two of your friends having sex in your own room. It’s never happened to me, but I think it’s normal to be annoyed.” He sits down next to you. When he gets a closer look at your face he sees the red marks on your cheeks. You were used to the burn by now. You hated crying, but sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself. Sam moves to wipe away some of your tears.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” You ask.

“They used to electrocute me daily at the Woods. This is nothing.”

“I’m sorry.” The ache in your stomach grows. You feel like such a burden.

“Why are you sorry?” He asks.

“Because you shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“I don’t have to do anything. I’m here because I want to be.” He smiles.

“But I’m too much. This is too much. You have your own shit to deal with. I’m so fucking sorry, Sam.” You try to hold back more tears. You feel awful.

“Hey, don’t apologize. You’ve done so much for me. You promised you’d always be there for me. Let me return the favor. You’re so kind to everyone, just let me be kind to you.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper again in a broken voice.

“Why do you keep saying sorry? Are you embarrassed?” He asks. You nod.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Multiple mental hospitals, remember?” He jokes, making a face and pointing to himself. You laugh quietly.

“Just the life of a broken fucking brain.” He laughs, but there’s something sad underneath.

“You know I don’t think you’re a monster right?”

“Why are you bringing that up now?” He asks.

“Well sometimes I think you believe the doctors at the Woods a little too much. I just wanted to make sure you know that I know that you’re trying and you’re a good guy.” You smile.

“For what it’s worth I don’t think you’re a monster either. You think I’m a good guy, but I think you’re the goodest person I know.” He smiles. “Is goodest even a word?” He asks.

“I don’t think so, but I appreciate the compliment.” You smile. You don’t know when it happened, but you start to realize that Sam had successfully distracted you and calmed you from your meltdown. You find his arm around you, as you lean into him on the lounge couch.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He smiles.

“I’m so glad I met you too.”

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[scriblubed-bonnibel]

Super Blind

Close friends to lovers | Jordan Li x (gn)reader

Reader will use they/them pronouns as well (lets go nonbinaries woooh <3) Just some oneshot I’ve been brain rotting about while scrolling through tumblr.

Summary: Jordan and y/n have been flirting every now and then but can’t seem to confess. One day they just… do.

Context: reader has powers that affect their emotions. Be it taking them from others, making them feel emotions, just reading their emotions, and sometimes they can even exude their emotions; having others feel it when closer to the reader.

Warnings: bad language, cute moments, kissing

If you aren’t ok with the whole “switching between masc and fem” thing then feel free to click off (tho i doubt it cause ure reading a Jordan Li fic so yeah)

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“Emma I don’t know anymore! Jordan’s probably high fucking some- fucking dude! And I’m here lonely-“ “hey!” Emma looks at me offended, “and ranting to my best friend about my crush for like what- years now!” Emma stands up and puts her hands on my shoulders, “hey, if it’s worth anything. JORDAN TOTALLY FUCKING LIKES YOU YOU IDIOT.” She shakes me back and forth.

“You’re just saying that” I brush her off and flop on my bed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She looks at me dumbfounded and as if I said the stupidest thing ever. “They literally gaze at you. And did you not notice the fact that uhhh you have flowers on your desk from them!” She gestures to the small flower arrangement on my desk.

“Big whoop. They got those flowers for me after I recovered from that stupid slip.” I rolled my eyes at her. “This-“ Emma trails off in frustration and face palms. “Listen, I’m just saying, Jordan, one of the top students, most probably maybe possibly has a crush on you maybe wants to even fuck you!” I laugh at her and just pull the covers over myself. “I doubt it! Now leave cause I’m pretty sure you’re late for one of your classes.”

“OH SHI-“ she’s cut off by the sound of a door slamming shut. “Loser” I laugh and close my eyes under the blanket, trying to just forget about Jordan… Jordan… Jordan… and.. y/n. Y/n and Jordan. A dreamy sigh escapes my lips as I swoon once more. Without even realizing, sleep takes over me.

Gentle knocks from my door wakes me up. “Emma for the last time my door is always open!!” I yell. “You lock your door once when she wants to visit and she just forgets it’s always open..” I grumble. The door opens slowly. “Y/n..?” Jordan’s voice calls out.

wait

Jordan’s. Voice? Their. Voice? Panic shoots through me as I sit up in distress. “Jordan-“ i cough quickly to try to sound less panicked, “uh- ahem Jordan! Hey, hi! DONT COME IN- I’m- my room is a mess-“ I look around and see the door still cracked a little bit. “Not- not looking! Just wanted you to know it’s me!” They say, laughing softly… I sigh again… their laugh- FIX YOUR ROOM AND YOURSELF GET IT TOGETHER.

I run to the full body mirror and fix myself up. Taming my bedhead, adjusting my sleeping shirt and shorts, making sure I look normal but also… maybe a tiny little bit cute. I fix up the random clutter on the floor and spray a little bit of cologne everywhere.

I get to the door and put my hand on my heart to sorta calm down. Okay… one.. two.. three and-

There is no denying how stupidly in love I looked the moment I opened the door to see them in their feminine. Eyes softened, lips in a content smile, and sighing dreamily. “Hi~” I breathed out, still swooning. They dont help my case at all when they smirk and look at me in a similar manner. “Hi…” they trail off, blinking a few times before getting both of us out of our trance.

“Sorry for uhh the whole emotion wafting off of me. Still learning how to control it.” I laugh awkwardly. They wave their hand in a ‘nah dont worry’ motion, “Y/n you know I dont mind that at all. We’re all learning.” We both smile briefly, “so, whatcha doing here?” I open the door wider and sit on my bed. They enter, closing the door behind them, and sit next to me. “I uhh honestly…” I wasn’t looking at them, too busy fiddling with my hands, but I heard them change into their masculine form. “I was just around.. and wanted to hang with you…” ‘hang out.. with me?’ I thought before I looked at them.

They were.. already looking at me. A blush slowly crept up on my face as I internally panicked, replying to cover up my distress. “Uhh yeah sure, we could invite Cate for a girls time, or maybe have Emma ditch for I dont know-” I get cut off “why not just us?” They ask, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just us?” I repeat. “Y’know… just Y/n and Jordan. Just us.” Their gaze is turned away for some reason.. “I MEAN- if you don’t want to then yeah of course Kate could come arou-” they began to ramble but I touch their hand gently, focusing on calming their emotions down.

“I would like that” I smile. “Yeah..? Like a date right that’s what I’m trying to invite you to” they clarify, their emotions wafting to me… infatuation, swooning, happiness… ‘they’re happy…’. I smile and nod happily.

They stand up and offer their hand, then an uncertainty surfaces on their face. “Uhm… do you want feminine or masculine..?” They ask still in their masculine form. “Are you shitting me? How many times do I have to say this. Anything is fine as long as it’s what you want and what you feel like.” I smile up at them and stand from the bed to give them a quick hug. I hear them changing into their feminine form/nothing change as they decide to remain in their masculine form and push them to face away from me. I smile, feeling more comfortable with them again, dropping the whole “in love with you” deal and being my authentic self.

“Now don’t fucking peak, lemme just change clothes.” I said as I looked at my closet. “Where’re we going again?”

Jordan’s POV

‘I cannot fucking believe they said yes- I mean I know Kate said they liked me but I was still unsure-‘ “Jordan!!! Helloooo?” I’m snapped out of my thoughts when Y/n shakes me from behind. “Earth to Jordannn, where are you taking meeeeee.” I chuckle at their antics, “just dress casual, we aren’t going to the fucking gala or something.” I laugh and I hear shuffling behind me. Tempted… I turn slowly- “not a fucking peep Jordan Li.” They say sternly. I laugh and put my hands up in defense “alright alright.”

Moments pass and I feel two taps on my shoulder. I turn and smile at them. Wearing such comfy yet cute clothes to our first date. Our first date. Damn.

Reader’s POV

Walking around with Jordan Li was normal. We would do this from time to time whenever stress got to us. But this was different. This was a fucking date. Like, hand brushing against each other, got coffee or tea kinda fucking date.

We decided to walk around campus, much to the distaste of Jordan. “You are sooo fucking lucky I put up with your goody-two-shoes behavior” they tell me, squinting playfully at me. “I am very lucky thank you.” I respond to spite them. They smile and shake their head.

We walk in comforting silence. It’s so strange how the context of a walk can change the whole way it feels. Normally we would just walk casually and we would talk about anything and everything. Shoving each other, being just friends. But now… it feels so… pure? I guess… like puppy love. Jordan taking glances at me and I would do the same. Whenever we meet eyes they’d chuckle as I look away shyly. They’re just… too sweet.

“Are you enjoying?”

I look up in surprise, not realizing we had stopped walking. “Yeah of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, worried I had done something wrong. “Just making sure, that’s all. Cause I wouldn’t want to be the only one enjoying our date” they smile at me sweetly. A worry forms in my stomach when my brain starts to go on hyperdrive. They aren’t… joking about this right…? My walls start building as I worry that Jordan was just put up to this for a stupid fucking prank.

Jordan takes my hand in worry, shifting to their masculine form. A tendency they did when they were worried about me. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I say something?” I pull my hand back slowly. “You aren’t.. doing this for a dare right.. cause- cause I know I’m not that good at hiding my crushes but if this was a fucking joke I swear-” I’m suddenly silenced as they pull me in close for a hug. “I know Y/n. If it’s a joke, you swear you’ll make me miserable for the rest of my life.” Their chest rumbles as they chuckle. “It’s not a joke… the only thing I had help with was ask Cate to make me go to your dorm and ask you out blatantly.”

I step back a little, “you what?” I laugh incredulously. “Listen! I keep hearing rumors that you like me but I never saw it! Cate always told me that I was Super-”

“Blind?” I finish their sentence. “Yeah, Emma told me the same thing” I shake my head and laugh in disbelief. “So… you do like me?” They ask, as they lift my chin to look into their eyes. My breath hitches and I nod quietly. “Good.. cause.. I like you too… maybe.. even more than like.” They smile and shift back to their feminine form, something they did.. when they felt comfortable with me.

Their hand on my chin slowly travelled to my cheek and soothingly rubbed it with their thumb. The blush from earlier creeps up again and I silently plead that Jordan can’t feel my face slowly heat up. They chuckle, “I never realized how cute you looked whenever you blush…” the warmth blooms past my cheeks and into my chest as the butterflies flutter more intensely. “Y/n..?” Jordan asks softly, their eyes not even trying to hide the fact that they’re looking at my lips. “Yes..?” I reply just as softly.

“Can I.. kiss you?” I stop functioning the moment they stop talking. Unable to speak I do one slow and obvious nod to say yes. “Thank you” they smile and lean in lips barely touching, as if telling me that if I wanted to back out now, now is the time. But fuck that I’m getting that kiss.

I smile and kiss them deeply, tiptoeing a little bit to wrap my arms around their neck. The smile on our lips palpable and our emotions mixing with one another as pure happiness exudes from the both of us.

We part after a moment, smiling widely. They chuckle softly. “What’s so funny? Was my breath bad- did I hit your teeth? What is it what?!” I panicked.

“Nothing nothing!” They laugh, “Just… you’re so cute… I couldn’t stop feeling your butterflies wafting off of you ever since we started the date. And well.. every time you see me.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!” I gasped and hit them playfully, they shift to their masculine form and held my hands together in front of me. “I didn’t tell you because…how could I tell the cutest person in the world,” they lean in and kiss me gently once more and whisper, “that even their emotions are cute?”

This person will be the end of me… and I love it.

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EEEE I’m so glad I got to finish this cksndjsz my brain cannot for the love of me stop thinking about Jordan. THEY’RE JUST SO CISJDJSZJ C U T E.

Anyways, feel free to give comments on how I can improve ! And ofc I hope you enjoyed ♡

Edit: holy f u c k- Im v surprised this is getting 300 notes 😭 im very glad people are enjoying !! College is just biting my ass but I’m writing other fics from other fandoms!

Take care always!

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[perpetualproductions]

Im not sure if you already wrote this but can we get Jordan taking care of marie

(Am a big fan of your work)

Omg, yes. Say less. I haven't done this yet, so I will gladly write this, lol. (Thanks!!)

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As You Wish

- Jordan Li takes care of Marie Moreau.

- Marie's not used to that

2k words (;-;)

If there's one thing Marie Moreau hates, it's being sick. The coughing, the body aches, the constantly stuffy/runny nose, all of it. The most annoying part of it all was how much of an inconvenience being sick was. Marie didn't have time to be sick. She had things to do, classes to pass, a superhero to become, and you can't do all of that if you're sick. So to say she was a bit annoyed to wake up feeling like utter death, would be an understatement.

Marie has always been stubbornly independent. Even when she was a kid, she always insisted she could take care of herself, (though she'd always fold when her mother made her favorite soup and cuddled up with her to watch some of her favorite movies). Sure, now she was sort of forced into it, but at this point it was second nature for her. She didn't need help, she could take care of herself just fine and a measly flu wasn't gonna change that. Marie tried to convince Emma (and herself) that she was fine enough to sit in a classroom, but her body betrayed her pretty quickly when she could barely pull herself out of bed. Emma promised to bring her some soup at the end of the day, then bolted out to avoid contamination. Apparently Emma was a bit of a germaphobe. Though Marie couldn't blame her after she'd already gone through a whole box of tissues just that morning.

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At first Jordan didn't really think much of Marie's absence. Though they definitely noticed it. They were both in a weird, unclear, place in their relationship. Jordan wasn't even sure if they could refer to it as a relationship. Just a few months ago they couldn't stand her presence, then, she somehow wormed her way into their friend group with her big brown eyes and radiant smile. That's when they realized they had a stupid crush on the freshman, and Jordan being Jordan dealt with that by constantly arguing and pushing her buttons, which Marie retaliated with just as much force. Then they kissed her... And then they were kissing some more; in her dorm, in the library, in their dorm. The making out quickly evolved to sex in all those aforementioned places (and more). How that even began, Jordan was still confused about. One moment they're bickering about some pointless things that Jordan can even remember anymore, then they're pushing her up against the wall and taking each other's clothes off. That became sort of a regular thing, along with study sessions either before or after. Marie quickly cleared up Jordan's hold ups, telling them that she doesn't care what form they're in when they are with her (a massive relief to Jordan), but that was basically the extent of it. Not much further than being more than fine with each other's presence, study dates and sex. And after a month or two of that, Jordan became terrifyingly aware that there was so much more that they wanted out of this. The more time they spent with her, the more they really got to know her, they were beginning to realize their real feelings for Marie Moreau weren't purely sexual attraction... They were in love. But, too terrified to break the status quo, they decided to keep that hidden for now.

So by the time classes wrapped up and Marie failed to show to their scheduled study session in the library, they finally folded, shifting to their female form and near sprinting over to her dorm. Jordan had left a few messages already and Marie never answered any texts so they didn't feel bad banging on her dorm door, now half convinced she's either kidnapped or finally ghosting them (they never thought they'd wish so hard for the former option).

"Moreau! You in there?" Jordan shouted, continuing to knock after not getting an answer. Just as they were about to give up and look somewhere else, they heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. It takes a minute for Marie to shuffle her way to the door, slowly pulling it open and looking down at Jordan.

"Wow. You look like shit." Jordan states bluntly, looking Marie up and down in her sickly and disheveled state. She's wearing an oversized grey hoodie and black sweats. She looks miserable, face pale, and a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"Gee, thanks." Her voice was sore as she spoke. The look she's giving Jordan quickly made them aware that she wasn't in the mood for comments. She leaned on the door for support, too exhausted to stand. "what do you want?"

"uh-" Jordan wasn't really sure what they wanted. They were going to tell her off or at least ask why she blew them off today, but the answer to that was clear. And seeing her like this, all sick and miserable, it did things to their heart that they didn't understand. A protective feeling falling over them.

Without saying much else, they let themselves in, throwing their bag aside and reaching out to steady Marie as they close the door. "What the hell are y-"

"Just get in bed, Marie." Jordan interrupts, trying to lead her to the bed, but Marie pulls herself out of their hold, just to walk over herself and get in bed herself.

"what are you doing?" She asks, sitting up in her bed, looking at Jordan confused.

Jordan took off their iconic bomber jacket, leaving them in a black tank top, as they looked around the room. They noted the multitude of used tissues and discarded cough drop wrappers, along with empty water bottles. At least she's staying hydrated - they thought. They eventually registered Marie's question, looking back at her. "You're sick." They stated as if her question was ridiculous.

Marie just shook her head, looking at them, genuinely confused by their actions here. What were they doing? Yes, she was sick, but that was her problem, not Jordan's. So why were they in her dorm trying to, what? Take care of her? Don't get her wrong, she was always happy to see Jordan, be in their company, but it was usually under much different circumstances. Marie still wasn't 100% sure what they were yet, but they didn't think it involved this. "Yeah, okay... And?"

"And?... Being sick sucks. And your roommate's obviously not here to help you and I am, so just lay down, will you?" Jordan tries to reason with her. They decide to get moving, grabbing a trashcan from the corner of the room and scooping the used tissues and wrappers into it.

Marie just watches Jordan move, picking up after her. "Jordan, you don't need to do..." she waves her hands around as she tries to find the right words, "this-"

"-well what if I want to do this?" They argue, but they pause, realizing what they might have admitted. "I mean, you obviously need the help. You're really not looking too hot, have you taken your temperature yet?" They tried to backpedal, but it was hard to hide their worry.

Jordan can't help themselves as they lean forward, placing their hand on Marie's forehead, then moving it down to her cheek, letting it linger there for a second. They get lost in each other's eyes for just a moment, Jordan's words working their way through Marie's mind. Wait- they actually want to be here and help her? , the idea itself wasn't something Marie was used to. It's been a long time since someone actively wanted to be in her company and care for her... She wasn't sure how to feel, but looking into Jordan's eyes sent a flutter through her, and not to the kind that she usually feels when they're about to have sex. This was different... The only thing that pulls her back to reality is an oncoming sneeze, ripping through her as she pushes Jordan's hand away, turning away so she doesn't sneeze in Jordan's face. Marie's head rings as three more sneezes come on, leaving her reaching for some tissues, only to turn and see Jordan (now in male form), holding out the box of tissues for her. She reaches out and grabs some tissues, trying to decipher Jordan's unreadable, yet soft expression. There's an undeniable look of adoration, but a hint of uncertainty or shyness behind those deep brown eyes of theirs.

Jordan clears their throat as they put the tissues back down, moving the trashcan closer to the bed so Marie can throw the tissues away when she's done blowing her nose. "Look Moreau, you're obviously pretty sick, and I know you're too stubborn to admit that you need help. But- God, Marie, just let me take care of you. Cause I do want to help, I- I care about your fucking well-being, believe it or not." They sigh, scratching the back of their head, trying to collect their thoughts. "I- If you really want me to leave, I'll fucking leave, but... Just- If you need anything, seriously, just text me. I'll be right there." They said genuinely, radiating a sort of comfort that Marie hasn't felt in a long time.

All Marie could do was slowly nod her head, lips pressed in a thin line as she thought over Jordan's proposal. "Well... I don't want to get you sick."

Jordan just shrugged. "I'll deal."

Marie couldn't help but laugh at that. "and you say I'm stubborn."

Jordan laughs a bit as well, "Fine. Maybe we're both a bit stubborn."

Marie shakes her head, finally deciding to lie back on the bed, the exhaustion pulling on her bones. Her eyes drift close for a moment, before fluttering back open to meet Jordan's. They're looking down at her, a smile still on their face as they shake their head. "So fucking stubborn." They tease as they get up from the bed, grabbing their jacket and putting it back on. They then grabbed their stuff and began to head to the door.

Marie watches a bit confused. "Wait- we're you going?" She tried not to sound disappointed.

Jordan looked back, a soft smile still resting on their face. "Well, you haven't kicked me out yet, so I'm gonna go get you some medicine, more tissues, and cough drops. I'll be right back." They reassured, walking back over to give a quick peck on her forehead. "Also gonna grab a thermometer so I can properly take your temperature. You feel a bit warm." They said, rubbing her arm a bit before getting back up and heading to the door."

"wait!" Marie called, causing Jordan to stop and look back at her. "Do you think you could get me some soup as well? If it's not too much-"

Marie spoke shyly, really not wanting to ask too much of them, but Jordan swiftly cut her off. "Of course I will. What do you like? Chicken noodle?"

Marie nods, "creamy chicken noodle. From the can."

Jordan smiles, putting those beautiful dimples on display. "Perfect. I'll be back." They said, finally heading out the door.

Marie couldn't help the large smile, tugging at her lips. How did she get so lucky? Sure, her and Jordan weren't "official" by any means, but something told her that after this, things were gonna be different for the better.

Once Jordan came back, they both cuddled up on Marie's bed, eating soup and watching The Princess Bride on Marie's laptop. After that, anytime Marie would ask for something, Jordan would bow their head and say "as you wish," just like Westly would in the movie. They started it off as a joke, but continued, just to see Marie smile and laugh at it.

After a few days, Marie got better, just in time for Jordan to get sick. Which Marie did say "I told you so," only to return the favor and take care of Jordan (making sure to sanitize and wear a mask so she didn't get sick again. She refused to miss more classes). Marie also adopted the "as you wish", just to taunt Jordan back.

After that, there wasn't much question about what they were. They both knew they were more to each other than just casual sex. They loved each other, and would always be there when the other needed it. No matter how stubborn the other was about it.

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed. I sort of just wrote this, stream of consciousness, so I hope it makes sense, lol. I wanted to write more, but was losing it a bit, so I just wrapped it up there. But yeah, thanks for the ask!! Love writing about these two so much. Hope you all have a good day.

Much love, ��👍❤️

-PB

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#gen v #genv #gen v prime #gen v fic #jordan li #marie moreau #limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #limoreau fic #limoreau oneshot #jordanmarie #sickfic #not beta read #deffo not edited #hope you enjoy #pb writes

[paperdoll201]

꧁•⊹٭𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎?٭⊹•꧂

𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

𝟤𝓀+ 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈

The rising sunlight tickled Marie's eyelids, rousing her with the promise of the sweetest fucking day ever. It was Valentine's Day, her first ever in a relationship, and her first ever with Jordan and her heart was beating with excitement. Every detail of her meticulously planned surprise for her partner, buzzed in her mind the entire night before. She was surprised she managed to get any sleep.

Tiptoeing, she quietly left her room making sure to not disturb her sleeping roommate and crept towards Jordan’s dorm room. Inside, bathed in the soft glow of dawn, Jordan slept blissfully unaware (a snore leaving their slightly parted mouth every few seconds) of the chaos about to unfold. Above her sleeping form, Marie placed heart-shaped balloons that bounced around, their red and pink colors each had a inscribed happy valentine’s day on them.  

On their bed, a sprinkle of rose petals had settled. Marie had bought a bunch of fake petals since Jordan was allergic to the real ones. Beside the petals, Marie bought a box of a-bit-to-expensive chocolates but it was well worth it knowing that Jordan would happily fuck them up.

Unable to resist a playful touch with how freaking cute they looked, Marie dipped a finger in the remaining petals and sprinkled a few on Jordan's face. She took a couple of photos, smiling at how adorable they looked with their hair a little tousled, one leg revealed from under their covers, and their mouth open from their snoring. A giggle escaped her lips as she imagined her sleepy confusion, the petals tickling her nose.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby!" she chirped, leaning down to place a soft kiss on their forehead. Marie turned around to grab the breakfast she prepared for them. The smell of maple syrup surrounded the dorm. In her hand, a tower of "homemade" pancakes, (she bought them from ihop. Marie can’t cook), stood tall, adorned with whipped cream, chocolate chips, and a single red strawberry in the center. 

Jordan's sleep-tousled grin was warm, genuine, and a bit fucking confused that made her heart swell. Her eyes lit up as she took in the scene, the balloons, the petals, the hot breakfast being carried by their even hotter girlfriend. "Wow," she mumbled, stretching and taking in the scene. "Shit baby,” they smiled up at her, giving Marie a quick kiss to her lips. “When the fuck did you have time to do this?”  

“You are an incredibly deep sleeper, doing this was easy,” Marie winked, sitting at the end of the bed eagerly holding the pancakes out to her partner. “Come on, eat. These took me time to make.” (a lie)

Jordan chuckled, sleepily rubbing their eyes.  “And they look delicious,” They mumbled, scooting closer. “Feed them to me?” they asked, their hand rubbing Marie's uncovered thigh, their voice a husky whisper.

Marie laughed, playfully batting their hand away.  “No Jordan,” she teased.

A playful pout formed on Jordan's lips. "But babe," they whined, their voice dripping with mock disappointment. "Please? It’ll taste better from you..." their gaze locked onto Marie's as they shifted into their male form, their brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just one bite"

“Fine,” Jordan cheered, pumping their fist in the air. "But just the one," she warned, raising an eyebrow.

Taking a small piece of pancake, Marie dipped it in maple syrup and brought it to Jordan's lips. "Open wide," she instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," they replied, leaning in with exaggerated obedience. But just as the pancake neared their lips, they veered slightly, their playful eyes twinkling. With a quick nip, they caught Marie's finger between their teeth, a mischievous grin replacing their eager expression.

Marie's playful swat at Jordan's hand connected with a soft thud, but it couldn't mask the surprised yelp that left her lips. Jordan had eaten the bite of pancake from her fork so fast it was almost fucking magical. He chewed thoughtfully, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

"Ouch?" Marie gasped, pulling her hand back and mock-glaring at him. A playful swat at his arm followed. "Can't tell which tastes better," he declared between chews, his voice thick with syrup and amusement, "you or this damn pancake."

His eyes locked onto hers, twinkling with an early morning spark of desire that made Marie roll her eyes but with a feel of warmth in her chest. "How do you manage to be horny so early in the morning?" she sighed, pushing back the covers and leaning down to reach for her backpack that sat near the bed.

"Just one of my many superpowers, babe," Jordan chuckled, his grin widening as he shovelled another forkful of pancake into his mouth. "You got toys in there?" he added, a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows accompanying the question.

Marie sighed, digging through her backpack for the envelope. Marie knew exactly what "toys" he was referring to – not the childish kind. A mischievous smile curved her lips. "Maybe," she replied, slinging the backpack over her shoulder. "But you'll have to earn them first."

"Earn them?" Jordan questioned, their chewing slowing mid-swallow. The playful glint in Marie's eyes sent a delicious shiver down their spine, even as confusion etched across their face. "What do you mean, 'earn them'?"

Marie, already halfway out of bed, leaned back with a grin, the strap of her tank top slipping provocatively down her shoulder.  “Open this notecard and find out,” she teased, holding up a small piece of paper emblazoned with a single heart.

With a playful wink, she darted towards the door, her pajama shorts rippling with each step. Before Jordan could even register her words, he was out of bed and after her, fuelled by a mix of amusement and something altogether more primal.

"Wait, where are you going?" he called out, his voice breathless as he chased her. "I thought we were gonna have sex?” they groaned disappointed.

He caught up to her just as she reached the doorknob, his hands snaking around her waist and pulling her back into his embrace. A flurry of kisses rained down on her face, each one light and playful, yet laced with an unspoken hunger.

“I have class in an hour and need to change,” she looked down at her attire, wearing pajama shorts and a matching tank. 

"Just skip class and play with me," he whined, his voice muffled against her shoulder. The suggestion was surprising, considering their rigid dedication to both studies and their TA work. 

"Surprised you're the one saying that," she responded, pulling away just enough to plant a quick, sweet kiss on his lips. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Besides, Brink would have your ass if you didn’t show up for his classes today.”

A slow smile spread across their face as they shifted into their smaller form. "I’m tryna have your ass today," she whispered, her voice husky and close to her ear.

“Goodbye Jordan.” They couldn’t help the loud goran they let out as they watched the door shut behind Marie.

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The crisp winter air nipped at Jordan's cheeks as they unfolded the next clue. "The place where we first met," they read aloud, a smile already tugging at their lips. Their feet instinctively started moving towards the familiar brick path leading to their TA office. It was there that their eyes had first locked, igniting a spark that neither could ignore. ‘God she looked so hot mad at me,’ they thought to themself fondly.

As they entered the office, their gaze swept across the familiar space. It was quiet (thank fuck), devoid of the usual flurry of students seeking help. But tucked neatly on their desk, amidst the stack of ungraded papers, laid a tiny box wrapped in a red ribbon, promising a hidden treasure within. Beside it, another notecard, its edges teasingly curled.

Jordan picked up the notecard, her smile softening as she recognized Marie's familiar handwriting. "We have the meats!" it scrawled in playful lettering. Beneath it, a $20 gift card to Arby's peeked out coyly.

A burst of laughter escaped Jordan's lips, instantly transporting her back to their first semester. They had just started dating about two weeks ago and they finally convinced Marie to try Arby’s for the first time. The memory played out vividly - 

So you like this… unironically? Marie asked them as she put down her ‘Classic Beef N’ Cheddar” sandwich for good. 

“Damn, was really hoping you’d like it,” Jordan sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. Guess they truly were the only one who liked Arby’s. With a mischievous grin, Jordan reached for her half-eaten sandwich. "Welp! More for me then," they declared, their voice laced with teasing affection.

“The fries are good though,” Marie smiled, taking a handful of fries and happily munching on them.

Marie swatted playfully at their hand, but they were too quick. With a triumphant laugh, they snatched the sandwich, leaving her only with the crumpled wrapper.

The memory sparked a warmth in Jordan's chest as they opened the next notecard. “Our campus's shittiest coffee.”

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They found their way to Jitterbean God U’s shittiest coffee, where their coffee-fueled study sessions would turn  into late-night laughter. Another, tucked beside Marie's dorm like a whisper, simply read "Our first kiss ❤️," 

The final note, tucked inside Jordan's favorite jacket, caused a surprised bark of laughter. "Come find me where a bronze man holds an empty void in his pelvis," it read, Marie adding a playfully suggestive wink (they were surprised that the statue  somehow never got fixed).

Following the clue, Jordan's heart skipped a beat when they came upon Polarity's statue. Sprawled on a picnic blanket in the middle of the field, looking absolutely stunning in the afternoon sunlight, was Marie in a simple but beautiful yellow sundress. Beside her, a gift-wrapped picnic basket sat enticingly.

"Damn, baby," Jordan breathed, their eyes widening at the sight. A fucking feast for the senses awaited – picnic delicacies arranged following the heart theme of the day, even heart shaped sandwiches? Jordan was just shocked, trying to scratch their brain on how Marie pulled this off. Even a spread of gifts that hinted at weeks of meticulous planning. "How’d you manage all this?"

Marie's lips curved into a mischievous wink, the fatigue from late nights and juggling odd jobs momentarily forgotten. "Not important," she whispered, her voice laced with the sweetness of her secret efforts. "Just happy to see you surprised."

Jordan grinned, the playful glint in their eyes mirrored in Marie's. Before she could answer, they swept her off her feet in a playful embrace, showering her face with kisses happily. “I fucking love you,” they groaned. Marie squealed with laughter, the sound carrying across the quiet campus green, as she happily returned the affection.

Words tumbled forth, confessions laced with laughter and wide smiles. Every touch resonated with unspoken emotions, a language that transcended the need for words. "I love you. Love you so fucking much," they murmured, voice husky with a depth that sent shivers dancing down her spine.

The afternoon sun dappled the picnic blanket, casting playful shadows that echoed the nervous tremor in Marie's voice. "I love you," she admitted, her heart overflowing with an excited warmth. "And I know this won't be as nice as the date you have planned this Saturday, but-"

Before she could finish, Jordan's fingers danced across her lips, silencing the self-doubt with a gentle yet firm touch. "Stop," they whispered, her gaze filled with an intensity that stole her breath. "Don't say that. This?" they gestured to the lovingly arranged picnic, each bite-sized treat presented on a heart-shaped plate. "And this?" she picked up the playful handwritten notes they'd followed throughout the day. They placed a hand over Marie’s heart, feeling its rhythmic flutter beneath their palm. "This is the nicest," she murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead, their touch sending shivers down Marie’s spine. "Sweetest," they added, brushing a kiss to her cheek, their voice tinged with an emotion so raw it left her speechless.

"Most incredible fucking thing anyone has ever, ever done for me," they declared, their voice heavy with the weight of her feelings. "And I love you so… so fucking much for it," she whispered against her lips, their voice filled with a reverence that made Marie melt into them. "Okay?" she pulled back, her eyes searching hers for any lingering doubt. "I love you, Marie Moreau. Now kiss me, baby."

Marie's eyes welled up with tears, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of their affection. She nodded, her heart overflowing with gratitude and love. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

She leaned in, wrapping a hand behind their neck, pulling their lips to hers. Their kiss was electric, a surge of passion that enveloped them both. Marie's mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions as their lips pressed more urgently against each other.

As they finally parted, breathless and flushed, Marie found herself lost in their gaze once again. A tender smile played on their lips, echoing the love and adoration that radiated from their very being.

“Can we fuck now? Been hard for you all fucking day.”

Marie groaned.

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just a short cute vday fic.

writing a part two to this so fucking fast right now. giving myself three hours to finish it fast. it will be about the date on saturday

should I make it smutty lmk cause the energy I got rn is so fucking unmatched

#gen v #limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #marie moreau x jordan li #limoreau fic #limoreau oneshot #jordan x marie

[literaryspinster]

5 years earlier

Last night was fun, probably a little too much fun. Marie Moreau might be a grade grubbing, social climbing pain in the ass (pot meet kettle, they know), but she sure can dance, not to mention kiss. And she’s the sort of pretty that knocks them on their ass every time. Dancing with her at the club wasn’t the plan, the plan was to glare at her from across the floor while silently resenting Luke for inviting her along, but after a few too many drinks, and lines of coke and a shot of Molly for good measure, something weird happened.

Breathy and glistening from a straight half hour of sexy dancing with Cate, Marie came up to them, similarly loosy goosy from various substances that only Supes could safely metabolize. And she took their hand, her stacked silver rings clicking against theirs.

“Come on, do something spontaneous for once in your life, dance with the girl you hate.”

“I don’t hate you,” they said.

“Could have fooled me.” She said as she led them up from their chair and to the thumping, strobe lit heart of the club. She didn’t take no for an answer, but also, it wasn't certain that they actually said no in the first place. 

The DJ was playing Capsize, a song they liked a lot more without the dancehall bells and whistles, and yet, in the moment, it wasn’t so hard to be carried by it.They were hypnotized by the sounds and the constant motion around them, and by the girl in their arms oscillating like troubled water.

Up at night I'm awake cause it haunts me/That I never got to say what I wanted/Oh my God, oh my God/I’m not the same as I was with you/I would jump out my skin just to get you/Oh my God, oh my God

Her voice rose above the music, “You know, it makes me mad sometimes, how handsome you are.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I only mean because you’re such a dick.”

And they didn’t really know why, probably because they were both obliterated at the time, but Jordan laughed, a genuine, almost sweet laugh, because it wasn’t everyday someone called them a dick and it sounded like a term of endearment. Also, it wasn’t lost on them that handsome was another word she used. Being called handsome chafed sometimes, it only fit part of their story. But it was also the only part they chose to share with her, or anyone for that matter.

Jordan wasn’t much for dancing, on the occasions someone convinced them to get up and move to blaring EDM, they relied on guarded, understated moves, a head bop here, a shoulder sway there. But her closeness, and her scent and her big brown eyes looking right into theirs as her wrists rested against their neck, made them want to lose themselves in the machine beat, let their hips and their hands move more than a conservative amount.

I'm fine/Drop tears in the morning/Give in to the lonely/Here it comes with no warning/Capsize, I'm first in the water/Too close to the bottom/I'm right back where I started/Said I'm fine

“I don’t hate you either,” she leaned in to say into their ear. And before she could pull back, Jordan’s lips landed on hers, almost as if by accident, like they had a thought and acted on it before their common sense could catch up. They’d blame it on the drugs, they’d pretend in the morning that it meant nothing, because a kiss didn’t matter much at the end of the day, not even one as good as that. 

Something about the way she opened her mouth along with theirs made Jordan’s head float away, swallowed by the music and the feel of her soft curves under their hands, and before they knew what was happening they were sucking the space beneath her ear like a horny vampire, they were calling an uber, they were backing her into her her dorm room and untying the little laces on her top, they were laying her down on the blankets.

It was more than a fun night, it may have been the best night. But it’s over now, time to get up, get dressed, drink a full gallon of water and drag their ass to class…

…except this isn’t their dorm room, because when they peel their eyes open Marie is looking down at them, her preternaturally expressive face skewed in unmistakable confusion. They’re still in her room, and the Jordan she brought here is noticeably different from the Jordan she’s looking at right now.

Shit shit fuck. This is why they don’t fall asleep with people.

They launch up from the bed, wrapping the sheet around their chest, they would switch back but they aren’t sure if the fact that they can turn from a boy to a girl is more comforting than the possibility that a random woman sneaked into her room in the middle of the night.

“Jordan slow down, just tell me what’s going on. Is this not the first time this has happened?” 

She knows it’s them, maybe she saw them change while they were sleeping, maybe it’s because their jewelry is the same, or maybe she can sense it with her sweet ass powers, but she knows. Why are they still here? Why isn’t she freaking the fuck out and ordering them to leave right now? Sure she’s a supe, she knows that weirder things than this have happened, but as far as they know she’s never woken up next to those weirder things.

“I don’t know what happened, I’m never this careless. And I mean never.”

“Jordan, hey, come here, sit down.” 

After a few moments of hesitation, they obey. They aren’t really sure what else to do, they can’t exactly pretend this never happened, it’s not like they won’t see her in class in a few hours.

“So you mean this is just something you can do whenever you want?” She asks.

They shrug a shoulder in response, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s fucking rad, why don’t you tell people?” It’s not the response they were expecting, and yet somehow, it is. After all, she knows exactly what it’s like to have an ability that people don’t understand.

“I want to be in The Seven,” Jordan explains. “I want that more than anything and no matter how much they try to act like the greatest superheroes are all special and different, the less special and different they are, the better.” 

Of course that’s what they tell themselves, and it’s mostly the truth. But that wasn’t exactly how all of this self doubt started. It started the night of the robbery. Marie doesn’t need to hear all of that though.

“But–

“Listen, this doesn’t have to be anything okay?” They say, and switch back before they can get too used to this. “We both got pretty trashed last night and some stuff happened. We don’t need to talk about our secrets and our feelings. It’s cool.”

She looks almost hurt, and Jordan wants to say something else to make that look go away, but they can’t. This is for the best.

“I won’t tell anyone,” she says, and Jordan stands up to leave, holding the sheet in place, gathering up their clothes and thinking this is the end of whatever the hell this is.

But it isn’t the end, because they won’t be able to stop thinking about her. And a week from now they’ll be back in this room, kissing her on the bed, touching her, letting her touch them. And there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. Their fate was sealed on that dance floor.

~From How To Be Liars In Love ch. 6

#limoreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #this is the first time i posted the excerpt before updating but only because i thought it read like a oneshot

[calliopes-corner]

shame — cate dunlap

fandom : gen v

pairings : mentioned jordan x marie & cate x marie

word count : 659

summary : cate realizes something about herself

warnings : internalized lesbophobia

author's note : i literally just finished gen v and i'm hyperfixating on it and cate ( especially cate ) so hard. . . she is a lesbian TO ME !!!!!!!!!!! mariecate is real TO ME !!!!!!!!!! ( i live in delusion ) i don't know if this is even remotely good but i desperately needed to write something for her so :33 , mitski title also

The pitch dark encompasses Cate, swallowing her and her surroundings, leaving her with nothing to distract herself from the unwanted thoughts. The kind of thoughts that creep in only in the dark when you’re unable to hide even from yourself. Her mind conjures up all of the moments she’s stared just a second too long at Marie, the shameful unsatisfied feelings she’s buried after sex with Luke despite how fucking perfect he is. Was she quickly corrects herself. And another memory resurfaces. 

Her stomach twists as she recalls the split second of relief she had felt when he’d done what he had done. It was sick and it was twisted and she blocked that memory out for a reason. Of course she had been heartbroken after that second and that’s what mattered. It didn’t mean anything, it was just a result of the shock of his death. She had lost her boyfriend after all. The boy that she had loved had been suddenly ripped away from her. 

She had loved him, hadn’t she? Yes. Of course. She tells herself firmly but she’s not so certain if it’s true. She was supposed to love him. She definitely had liked him but she’s not quite sure she’s ever really loved a boy before. She’s never felt the nervous butterflies or the giddy excitement that people always talked about when they talked about being in love. Not with Luke and certainly not with Andre. She had never been “boy crazy” or had particularly strong feelings about any of the boys she’d dated. She’d always felt uncomfortable when Luke told her he loved her- when any boy had. Forcing herself to say it back was even worse - how could she reassure someone of something she wasn’t even sure about herself? At least she told herself she wasn’t sure. Deep down she knows she just hadn’t cared about them the way they cared about her. She wanted to love them - she wanted it desperately. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe there still is. 

Or maybe, just maybe it’s something else. Marie isn’t the first girl she’s caught herself staring at. There have been others… She’s possibly felt that shy awkwardness of wanting to be noticed by someone else you like maybe a little too much. She can’t help but feel the shameful nauseating feeling of jealousy whenever she sees Marie take Jordan’s hand or offer them a secret smile. And there are other things too… She often finds her fantasies full of soft skin and long hair, and too often she plays the role of the male partner in them. She’s never once questioned her gender, she’s definitely a girl, but it’s far too shameful for her to imagine her real self with another girl in that way. 

No, there’s no way that she, Cate Dunlap, could be anything but straight. It’s not that she’s homophobic or anything - she’s perfectly fine with other people being queer - but it’s not an option for her. Plus, everyone has had those kinds of thoughts about girls, haven’t they? They’re just a part of growing up, aren't they? It’s silly for her to even entertain the possibility of her being… like that. 

Still, she lays there in the dark and a part of her knows. Lesbian. She examines the word in her mind, repeating it over and over again. Lesbian. Lesbian lesbian lesbian lesbian. She repeats it until it doesn’t sound like a threat to her, to everything she’s ever known. She repeats it until it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore. 

Tears prick her tired eyes. She can’t think about it anymore. She’s overwhelmed and God she’s tired. She’s beyond tired - she’s fucking exhausted. She tries to think of anything else. Something calming, comforting even, anything to get these shameful thoughts out of her mind. Still, when she eventually drifts off into a fitful sleep all she can think about is Marie’s sweet smile.

#i was fine with her killing people but my stomach dropped when she told andre she loved him #anyways #gen v #gen v fic #cate dunlap #cate x marie #mariecate #lesbian #lesbian cate dunlap #angst #oneshot #writeblr #writers on tumblr #fanfic

[noahtally-famous]

after a week of writing, I finished the duntrent oneshot I was working on just to experiment with character personalities

it’s 6k words, is set at the same time as “I See London...”, and is my first ever total drama fic, so this is a milestone of sorts for me lmaoo

I’m not completely done with it yet (just one small scene to finish up) but I’m thinking abt publishing it on ao3 tomorrow! 

#I want to work on some new gen stuff but I've only made it till ep4 before it got taken down so #big rip #kit speaks #total drama #duntrent #td duncan #td trent #noahtally-famous #kit stuff #kit writes #i have other td stuff i wanna work on too #like a heather and bridgette mermaid au oneshot in honor of mermay #and some jacquan drabbles bc I'm shipping them now #and naturally my canon divergence multichapter aus #but it's nice to complete one thing at least #makes me feel v satisfied

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

pumpkinspice-prouvaire's required les mis fic reading list

enough of u supported me in my half asleep post asking about fic recs the other day so I am providing. If you want a deep look into my inner psyche this is also the list for that hehe. I tried to be strict about only including my absolute MUST READ fics that I adore and have read and reread and reread again multiple times. Also these will be mostly ExR, to no one's surprise. But there might be a few other ships and gen fics in there too. It's under the read more because this bitch is gonna get long

Auto-read authors:

I didn't wanna rec the same authors too many times in my list proper so these are the authors whose works I have read all (or nearly all) of multiple times. The authors whose tax returns I would read if they posted them on ao3. I will be featuring my favourite fics by them in the list

Fiver

dannyPURO

TheLibrarina

quillsand

Petr1chor

defractum

ShameDumpster

vamillepudding

revolutionbarbie

loverism (all of their fics are currently in a privated bookmark but I have faith that they will someday return. loverism if u see this I miss u)

Need_To_Comment_Rising

Multi-Chapter fics/Series/WIPs:

Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge- Fiver: (WIP) This is the most required reading of my required reading list. I can quote passages of this fic by heart. It's my roman empire. PLEASE check this one out if you haven't it is the best ExR fic in existence, it will change ur life I promise

Beneath a Dragon Moon- The Librarina: GOT AU, no GOT knowledge required. Lots of dramatic moments interspaced with some lovely tender ExR

Guided by a Beating Heart -torakowalski: my absolute FAVOURITE Enjolras centric angst fic. Lots of emotion, lots of friendship, will make you ugly sob

you and i walk a fragile line (is this the time it finally breaks)?- UnforgettableJoMarch: (WIP) I am so enjoying following along with this one. Heartbreaking plot with sublime execution and some brilliant lines, so looking forward to seeing this one develop

The Future's Owned By You and Me- quillsand: ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY WHAT MORE CAN I SAY. Absolutely fantastic rarer pair fic with as much (and maybe more) importance devoted to the activism as to the ship

Getting Fucked in Lingerie- downtheroadandupthehill: PWP. ahem. anyways.

(With a Jubilant Shout) They Will Come One and All- zade: PWP. AHEM. ANYWAYS.

True Blood AU-kjack89: Exactly what it sounds like. Vampire Grantaire and Human Enjolras shenanigans

words can be unwritten- defractum: my favourite soulmate au which makes me melt every time <3

Armillaria- RevocablePeril: THE MOST COURFIUS FIC OF ALL TIME. Lots of excellent Les Amis content in general. SUCH a good, massively underrated fic. 121 kudos??????????? You're all insane.

In An Age Without Heroes- ShitpostingfromtheBarricade: Gloryhole soulmates, the prison industrial complex, Oprah.

walls come tumbling down-reptilianraven: They're cute your honor. One of the only high school AUs I will abide by tbqh hehe

Oneshots:

What's a Bed Between Friends?- dannyPURO: if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I ADORE the there was only one bed trope

epiphany- Abidatchery: screaming crying throwing up that this isn't the fandom's most kudos'ed fic. Every word is expertly crafted and absolutely stunning

Vienna Roast- revolutionbarbie: cosy coffee shop au with a version of Enjolras we don't get to see but that I really enjoy

Out of Touch- ShameDumpster: LET ENJOLRAS GET LOVED YOU COWARDS

A Little More Lois Lane- stellatundra: Just a really funny and silly AU in which Grantaire is Superman

Love in a Coffee Shop-tellthemstories: an absolute fandom classic and rightly so. I've read this one so many times and every time there'll still be something that makes me laugh out loud

My anaconda don't want none (at all)-vamillepudding: v funny and sweet ace enj fic with hilarious triumvirate and exr dynamics

The Waiting is the Hardest Part-samyazaz: In this house, we absolutely love a sexy bet

Between Meetings and Midnight- PieceofCait: Enjolras cries after sex send tweet

A Bad Penny- PBJellie: Gay cowboys and sickfics are the ultimate combo for SURE

Leaves in the Void- myrmidryad: lots of emotion lots of friendship this one is so heavy but SO good you guys. It's also a Space AU I know we all love that <3

my heart's been borrowed (yours has been blue)-Petr1chor: P-tri is so good at writing fics where Enjolras is a complete dumbass and he wrote this one especially for me <3 <3 <3

fire in my hands- geode: This is my go to fic if I want a laugh. "Do you like parsnips?" "Yes they're my second favourite vegetable" iconic exchange god bless

I Would Do Anything For Love- Need_to_Comment_Rising: one of my fave ace Enjolras fics with lovely tender ExR. No I'm not biased because I worked on this series, don't be silly

Like Comfort, Like Solace, Like Relief- areyoumiserableyet: The sensation of coming home to the people you love after a long day <3

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood- sonhoedesrazao: There should be more fics with oblivious to his own emotions Grantaire that's all I'm saying

Trying to Leave the Ground-barricadeur: rly comfy cosy smut fic

YAY ENJOY I'm gonna go lie down now god I hope I haven't forgotten anything lmfao

#fic recs #les mis #les mis fanfic #exr #enjolras #grantaire #and also other characters #god bless everyone who wrote these fics btw #also if you read these fics come scream to me about them

[honey-milk-depresso]

Hey, Honey~ If you were still accepting: The Prompt: Azul And/Or The Tweels interacting with a GN!Reader that overworks themselves to the point of burnout, but will do most anything but admit it? Can be formatted however you feel inspired, HC's, Oneshots, Gen. Interactions, etc ^v^

Congrats on 2.5K and many more ahead~

Heyyy- I'm on my woman day of reckoning for 5 days-

Octavinelle S/o's overworking themselves and doesn't want to admit

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul understands that everyone in life would go through burnout once in their life that even he does so too, but he isn't very keen to see you pushing yourself over the limit almost every day when you have work to do.

"S/o, I suggest you take a break. You've been overworking yourself far too much." "I'm not tired, Azul..." you muttered in response.

Azul frowns a bit. It's insulting if you think he can't see the dark eyebags under your eyes or dry lips through his glasses if you assumed he had "poor sight". He clicks he tongue, dragging your chair to pull you back from your desk.

"H-huh?" "My Pearl, I will not repeat myself again. Take a break, you're seriously tired." "But I'm not!" the dorm leader merely sighs, shaking his head.

"Pearl, please, I'm worried for you." "Don't be."

Azul's face contorted into a mortified expression. "Don't be"?! How can he "don't be" worried about you? You're his precious pearl, his darling s/o! Of course, he would be worried about you! Just as you were about to pull away, he tightened his grip of your chair, and pulls you back. "S/o... how can I not be? I care about you so much... how could you tell me to not care about you?"

The way he said it was genuinely sad, a bit offended that it made you winced. "I'm sorry..." "Oh don't be, I just want you to know I'm here for you," Azul gingerly wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you into his embrace.

He smiled when you immediately hugged him back and melted into his touch almost instantly. "Now, s/o, why not we give you a nice warm bath, hm?" <3

Jade Leech

He knows the feeling of burnout too well; night shifts taken up by him almost all the time, his duties as vice dorm leader have never been easy ones, and on top of all that, he has to keep up with his academic records.

The eel manages it all quite well, but he laments on the inside of how he would have little time to spend with you (and his mushrooms).

So, imagine coming into your room feeling bewildered as he sees you chained to your desk with your back hunched and hair frizzled, seeing you tiredly but furiously doing your work. He's been seeing you like this more and more frequently, and it's slightly mortifying that this has become your norm.

"S/o, I believe it's time for you to take a rest, no?" "It's okay Jade, I'm not tired." Well, that's just a lie. Jade is unimpressed that you think he can't see your obviously burnt-out state just scribbling away words and formulas on worksheets. "It's very obvious you are, s/o." "I swear I'm not!" you insisted, a pout on your face. That's not going to work on the vice dorm, no, no.

"S/o," he bends down, gently whispering into your ear as you blushed at the sudden close contact. "H-huh?!" "If you don't rest," he says, hands gliding down your arms as they finally rested on top of your palms, continuing in a sultry voice, "I wouldn't be so pleased..." You turned to look at him, his face solemn and serious with half lidded eyes staring right back at you with a certain firmness to them. You gulped as he sighs.

"I'm not angry, I'm concerned, my dear. It would seriously pain me to see you in such a miserable state. So please, take a rest, s/o." Your pursed your lips, sighing. "Alright."

Jade smiles softly, as he placed his palm on the small of your back, ushering you to your bed. "I'll make you some tea, wait here for me, alright? Meanwhile, be good and rest in your bed, okay? Fufufu~" <3

Floyd Leech

Floyd can easily tell when he's at the point of burnout and would immediately stop himself from doing so. It's rather surprising for Floyd to know of the dangers of overworking himself. Perhaps he has seen others around him who enter this threshold, or maybe he has experienced it before once and it was just the nastiest feeling he had ever gotten in his life.

Either way, he wasn't all the happy to see you slouched at your desk trying to complete all your work. "Hmm? ~ Shrimpy what are you doing? Is that your homework? Tomorrow's a Saturday, you know, you could just do it tomorrow." "It's not just homework, Floyd. Crowley gave me stuff to do, too."

Floyd frowns at this information. "Well, tell him to wait." "He's the headmaster." "So what? You're already tired, Shrimpy!" "I'm not." The eel huffed, already starting to grow frustrated. Seriously, Shrimpy? You think he can't see your half-dead state? What do you take him for???

Floyd doesn't say anything, he only extends his hand and grabs your chair, swirling you around to face him.

"Hey! What the heck?!" "Shrimpy." You paused. You've never heard him so serious before. "Go. Rest. Now." "I'm seriously not tired, Floyd." You tried to turn away, but the vice grip of Floyd left you futile in trying to turn your chair away, and the glare he sent you left you paralyzed and nervous.

"You should know better than anyone else, Shrimpy. Burnout's a thing you should take seriously and avoid. Otherwise, you'd be in a lot of pain, and I don't want that to happen..." Floyd blushes a little, frowning as he averted his eyes away. Never have you though your rambunctious eel would get serious with you. "I... thank you, Floyd." "So, go sleep."

Floyd scooped you in his arms, carrying you towards your bed as he gently plopped you down, before lying down beside you and wrapping his arms around you in a tight and warm embrace. He giggles, signaling he was back to being your regular ol' Floyd.

"Shrimpy, don't overwork yourself again, okay? Hehehe~" <3

Reblogs help! ^^

#azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst fluff #twst comfort #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland comfort #twst headcanon #twst x reader headcanon #twst x reader fluff #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst x reader comfort #self insert #x reader fluff #x reader headcanon #x reader comfort #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader

[kwonzoshi]

“Listen, all I’m saying is that once you add the pound of sugar, gallon of creamer and the 20 pumps of syrup it kind of stops being coffee.” Jordan said, taking a slow sip of their Americano. They were in their feminine form, as they usually were when it was the three of them. The girls didn’t ask Jordan to do it, it just felt… right to them.

Emma rolled her eyes, “Just cause you like to drink bitter, watered down, bean water doesn’t mean you get to shit on my drink, Jordan. I like what I like, deal with it.”

“Yeah,” Marie piped in, taking a sip of her chocolate mocha, “Some people enjoy flavor.”

“I do enjoy flavor. The flavor of coffee. If I want a dairy filled sugar drink, I’d just get a milkshake.” They shrugged, “It’s not my fault you two lack the refined palate it takes to truly appreciate a decent cup of coffee.”

Emma laughed, throwing her head back and slapping the table, “You are drinking WATERED DOWN COFFEE right now. No milk. No sugar. Just bean water. Refined palate my ass. That shit sounds gross.” She took a sip of her peppermint mocha, “You water your espresso down with h2o we water it down with creamer and syrup. There’s really not much difference.”

“I’m just shook that they think a milkshake and a blended coffee are somehow interchangeable?! Those are two COMPLETELY different drinks, Jordan. Two different drinks for two different moods.” She squinted her eyes and tilted her head at them in confusion.

They rolled their eyes at Marie, “I know they're not interchangeable, okay, I’m not a moron.”

“That’s debatable.” Emma interjected, chuckling quietly.

“ANYways,” they continued, sparing Emma a quick glare, “all I’m saying is that when I want coffee I want coffee. If I want something sweet, there are other options. That was all. Christ.” They leaned back in their chair and finished their drink. “You ready?” They asked Marie, “We gotta go decorate our tree.”

They stood and reached their hand out to Marie, who took it and linked her fingers with theirs. Emma made an exaggerated gagging sound as the two held hands. “I’d rather drink a large Americano than be in your presence while you do couply shit. Text me when you’re done fucking in our room. Later!” With that she walked away. The other two had no clue where she was even going but they knew she could handle her own.

They made their way out of the Student Union building, and towards the dorms. Their hands remained linked as they walked across campus in comfortable silence. They’d been dating a little over a year, and had gone through many unimaginable things together. But in these moments, these sweet sweet moments, none of that even mattered.

I had this idea and I had to write it.

#kwonzoshi #kwonzoshi writes #gen v #gen v prime #gen v amazon #jordan li #marie moreau #emma myers #Gen v oneshot #gen v fanfiction #gen v fic

[doumekiss]

Calling all my fellow Dungeon Meshi fans!

So I’m trying to get back to writing more oneshots (for the last month I mostly just been translating my old stuff to english) and so I decided to do an A to Z challenge for Dungeon Meshi fanfics. What I want you guys to do is to send me a one word prompt + a ship in the notes.

My main ships are labru and farcille, but I also like laishuro, kikimari, kabumisu, laistle, chilshi and am also interested in writing gen for any platonic dynamics :D 

Also if you guys want to check out the other stuff I've written for this fandom in the past you can see it here

A - 

B - 

C - 

D -

E - 

F - Flavor (Marcille/Falin)

G - 

H - 

I - 

J -

K - 

L - 

M - 

N -

O - 

P - 

Q - 

R - 

S - Succubi (Laios/Kabru, Kabru and Mithrun)

T -

U -

V - 

W - 

X - 

Y - 

Z - 

#dungeon meshi #labru #farcille #laishuro #kikimari #laistle #kabumisu #send me prompts

[dmbakura]

dmc fic masterpost

making a masterpost of my devil may cry fics because i uh... wrote a lot. most of these are Vergil/V focused unless otherwise specified.

Multichapters:

Astragalus - E rating, V is a witch/separate person, post-dmc3 AU. hurt/comfort and angst

Verbena - E rating, sequel to Astragalus. heavy angst and hurt/comfort.

A Place to Belong - E rating, post-dmc5 canon, V returns as his own person

Little V Lost - T rating, gen but with side VerV. main focus is Nero and Vergil. dadgil content. post-dmc5

The Sum of His Parts - [IN PROGRESS] M rating, gen, Vergil is unable to take Nero’s arm but splits apart in his garage instead, Nero dealing with V and Urizen, sickfic

Oneshots (most are VerV smut):

Nightingale - E rating, vampire AU (V is a vampire, Vergil is a hunter) PWP

Velvet - E rating, sequel to Nightingale, PWP

A Lesson in Vulnerability - E rating, post canon PWP

Deconstruction - E rating, PWP

Eternal - E rating, PWP

For Want of a Nest - E rating, mating/heat cycles, post canon

Febris - E rating, mating/heat cycles, post canon

Phantom Pains - M rating, post canon angst

Human Heart - E rating (first VerV I wrote!!)

They did it in the van - E rating, PWP, poor Nico’s van

Simulacra - G rating, gen, V and Trish have an existential discussion

#dmc fic #devil may cry #vergilv #my fics

[perpetualproductions]

Please Notice

Little Limoreau one shot, drabble, type thing. I wrote this at 3 am, utterly sleep deprived and surged with sudden motivation. Story of my life. But yeah, not edited at all but thought id share anyway.

Inspired by the song "Please Notice" by Christian Leave.(like, word for word).

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Jordan is a very observant person. At least they like to think they are. Or maybe it's just something about Marie Moreau. Ever since she stormed into their life, they've noticed things about her, made assumptions based on her words and actions. But they realized just how wrong they were after she went off at them during the gala. They had misread her completely. And they were definitely an asshole for that. Maybe they weren't paying enough attention. Maybe it was because they never even bothered to have a conversation with her outside of bickering with each other. They thought she was this naive, privileged, perfect girl with a perfect little family, who had everything handed to her because of how annoyingly perfect she acted. Now knowing the truth, they couldn't help but laugh at how wrong they got her. After learning about her past and how hard she's worked to get to where she is, and after all the shit life’s thrown at her, still wanting to be a good person and actually help people. That was admirable, to say the least. In that way, she really was perfect. At least that's how Jordan thought of her. Sure, she had her flaws, but it was how she acted despite them that made them love her even more.

 

Holy shit…. They love her?

It took Jordan a while to come to terms with that revelation. Tried brushing it off as some silly crush they had for this objectively attractive woman, but no, it was so much more than that. That's when they started to go out their way to hang out with her more, talk with her, get to know her. They even offered to help her study for her classes, and she accepted! Which was a big win in Jordan's book. 

So there they sat, trying their best to not stare at Marie's face for too long, as they studied in the school's library. Even after they manage to pry their eyes away from her, trying to focus on the book in front of them, Jordan can't help but let their mind wander. It was distracting, to say the least. Jordan often found themselves daydreaming about Marie . And when they slept, they had dreams about her. And when they're not dreaming, they just straight up think about her. She's always infiltrating their thoughts. It's excruciating. Jordan wondered if Marie ever thought of them. Dreamed of them like they did her. Jordan wanted to know, needed to know how she felt, cause they weren't sure if they could go on without knowing. 

Ever since Jordan realized their (probably unrequited) love for Marie, they began to pay more attention to her, catching little things here and there about her. They could tell Marie was really focused when she began to chew on her bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed. Or how she does a little dance when she gets excited about something. When she's mad she closes her eyes, and when she's sad she lets out a specific sounding sigh. Jordan wonders if those sighs are ever over them, or if they're ever the reason she shuts her eyes in anger. They hope to never be.

Jordan wonders if Marie notices things about them. Wonders if she's noticed that Jordan clenches their jaw then they're mad, or how they tend to get silent and fall into themselves when they're sad. They wish she could see the words they say to her. The hints and hidden meanings they send her way when they speak. They're trying to be subtle, but maybe they need to be more clear. Say it out loud, straight up, no beating around the bush. But that sounded terrifying. The thought of saying too much too soon, scaring her away. They weren't sure if they could handle that. 

But it's been months. And they need to know. They need her to know. Need her to know how in love with her they are. Need her to see how in love with her they are. And they need her to know how everything she does makes their heart stop and takes their breath away.

But Jordan will soon find out that Marie does in fact feel the same way. She does think of them during the day, and dreams about them at night. She notices how they clench their jaw when they're mad and how they fall silent when they're sad. How they smile (with those beautiful dimples on display) every time they spot each other in a room. But she isn't perfect. She has her own insecurities holding her back from saying anything outright. So for now they drop little hints and messages in the words they say, hoping Jordan picks up on just how mutual the feelings are. 

Neither of them asked for this. To be helplessly enamored with a beautiful person who just waltzed right into their lives. But God are they glad they did. It was too precious a thing to risk, they thought. But they could live with silently loving each other for now. So long as they could keep the other in their lives. As long as the other was happy in their company, it was all that mattered. And maybe one day they will both notice how much they love each other. They'll both know how much the other loves them back. And everything will be right. 

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Hope you enjoyed! 😎👍❤️

#gen v #gen v fic #limoreau #limoreau fic #limoreau drabble #limoreau oneshot #jordan li #marie moreau #inspired by song #who needs sleep when you can think of Limoreau #it was 3am #bear with me #wrote this instead of sleeping #wrote this instead of my other fic #we ball #pb writes

[paperdoll201]

Marie and Jordan go to the Beach!

600 words

The sun peeked over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange as Jordan navigated the winding roads leading to the coastline. Marie sat beside them in the front passenger seat, her excitement easily seen by the smile on her face, as the salty scent of the sea teased her senses. Jordan decided to sport out their Cadillac convertible for today’s excursion. When they pulled up in the car to pick up Marie, she was very surprised. Excited yet surprised. She somehow didn’t know that they even owned such a nice car. On the other hand, Jordan seemed entirely nonchalant about the impressive vehicle they possessed, as if owning it was merely a matter of fact.

“Are we almost there?” Marie asked, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of the ocean getting bigger and bigger as they got closer.

“Almost, just a few more minutes,” Jordan replied, a smile playing on their lips as they glanced at Marie’s eager expression.

Marie decided to dress for the sunny day. She wore a simple yet charming yellow sundress, that reached just above her knees. Golden sandals to match and her hair up in a loose bun. And Jordan, wearing a white tee and yellow swim shorts (Marie insisted they matched with her wanting to look as “couply as possible” so she can take cute pictures. Jordan didn’t mind though, knowing that they secretly enjoyed that they looked “coupley” too.) They had sunglasses on, the type of sunglasses where you can’t see their eyes no matter how hard you tried or how close you were to them. They insisted to Marie they had to wear them– to maintain some level of ‘cool’ and ‘mystery.’ Marie didn’t get it but went along with it anyways.

As they approached, the rhythmic sound of crashing waves grew louder, a sound that welcomed them to the beach. Jordan parked the car, and Marie practically leaped out, her eyes wide in awe as she took in the vast expanse of sand and water. She ran ahead, too excited to wait for Jordan to get their stuff from the car.

“It’s beautiful,” she gasped, a smile spreading across her face.

Jordan grinned, feeding off Marie’s excitement. “C’mon, let’s go explore,” they said, taking her hand as they headed toward the shoreline.

********

The sand was cool beneath their feet as they strolled along the edge of the water. Marie giggled as the gentle waves tickled her toes, sending shivers of delight up her spine. Seagulls soared overhead, adding to the picturesque scene.

“Have you ever been to a beach before?” Jordan asked, being able to look down at her while in their male form, watching Marie with an adoring gaze.

Marie shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the waves. “Just once,” she confessed, a touch of nostalgia in her voice. “Before my parents… we had gone to the beach for a family day. Though, it started pouring rain as soon as we got there. We left as fast as we arrived,” Marie chuckled sheepishly.

“Well we gotta make this the best beach date ever then huh?,” Jordan teased, pulling Marie into a spontaneous twirl. Marie giggled when she finally landed on their chest. Feeling her excitement returning once again, she quickly yelled “Let’s go!” before grabbing Jordan’s hand again, pulling them closer to the water.

*******

They laughed, the joy of the moment lifting their spirits higher. Marie’s laughter echoed along the shore, a sound that filled Jordan’s heart with warmth. Truthfully, Jordan never cared for the beach. It was fine, nothing spectacular they always thought. Every time they’d go with their family it was too hot, too crowded, and just a bit too beachy. But the second Marie mentioned wanting to go to the beach for the first time to them, the forgot the reasons why they didn’t care for it.

After a while of walking (and Marie excitedly pointing out and collecting every pretty seashell she finds), they found a cozy spot on the sand and settled down, watching the sun descend lower into the sky. Jordan had packed a small picnic, complete with sandwiches, fruit, and sodas they got from a vending machine on campus.

“This is amazing, Jordan,” Marie smiled softly, sitting crisscrossed on the picnic blanket. She picked up a strawberry, taking a bite from it. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

Jordan beamed happy from the praise Marie gave them. Shifting into their female form, they crawled to lay next to her, placing their head on Marie’s lap. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Felt like we both deserved a break and just have time to enjoy life.” Marie smiled down at them, giving them a quick kiss on the lips.

They chatted more than they ate, and well, Marie insisted to feed Jordan a strawberry like she’s seen done in so so many romance movies. Jordan found it corny but still let her do it anyways (they just couldn’t resist the urge to nip her finger, knowing the type of response they’d get back)

They spent the day building sandcastles, chasing seagulls, and collecting seashells. Marie’s laughter was infectious, and Jordan couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over them as they watched Marie marvel at the beauty around her.

As the sun continued its descent, painting the sky in vivid shades of pink and gold, Marie took Jordan’s hand and led them toward the water’s edge. With the waves lapping gently at their feet, they stood there, watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the sea.

*******

“It’s like a painting,” Marie whispered, her eyes fixated on the breathtaking sight.

“Yeah, and you’re the most beautiful part of it,” Jordan said softly, turning to gaze at Marie, their heart overflowing with affection.

“You’re so corny, oh my god! I can’t believe you just said that!” Marie couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” Jordan wiggled their eyebrows teasingly.

Marie could only smile at them, leaning down to pull them in for a soft kiss. “Yeah, I do love it.”

They sat there, Jordan’s head resting on Marie’s shoulder, taking in the serene beauty of the moment, each lost in their own thoughts yet connected by the experience.

As the sky darkened and the stars emerged, they began packing up, albeit reluctantly, sad that they’d had to soon resume their stressful lives of being college students. Still, they left happier than when they came. Marie finally being able to say she had been to a beach and having an amazing time. And Jordan, whose new favorite place to be (besides Marie’s bed) is the beach.

#limoreau #limoreau fic #marie moreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #marie moreau x jordan li #mariejordan #jordanmarie #gen v marie #gen v jordan #just a simple oneshot

[casiavium]

Okay so after I finish my finals I'm going to wrap up Damage Control/Unbroken Spirit and despite how much I say I hate writing multi chapter fics I'm going to start another one lol

I have two ideas I've had for a while that I've wanted to write and have been thinking about them both equally recently and can't decide which one to start so! help

This is the first one, it's a Skyward Sword rewrite but cyberpunk/future au. The actual oneshot is rated M but if you want to skip that you can stop reading from "It didn't take long" to "They were dangerous thoughts to think."

The second one is an au that has modern reincarnations of the triforce trio except they're not needed anymore because the whole good v evil battle has been over for centuries. However there are still side effects to being chosen by the gods and there's still people trying to revive Demise's curse, so Link ends up with Ghirahim's sword instead of the Master Sword. I hadn't actually planned on continuing this one but several people have asked

Both would be a T or M, the cyberpunk is more ghiralink centered and the modern fantasy is more gen

#cherrywriting #skyward sword #ghiralink #Ghirahim #Link #breath of the wild #the modern au is kind of a botw/sws crossover but it's not with sws or botw link characters. they're reincarnations