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Parents weekend.

LiMoreau blurb. Really, really want Marie to meet Jordan's parents, but I do think we won't get that in the show.

Warnings: None? I don't think I went angsty enough, but I hope it's still enjoyable. Probably not proofread enough. Might fuck around and write more.

~3093 words.

''What the fuck?''

The light went out half-way to Jordan's room and Marie heard them curse from the end of the hall. She kept going, trying not to crush into anyone beside her now boyfriend, assuming by the voice she heard. Feeling for their slightly increased heartbeat, she reached out a hand to touch theirs.

''It's me,'' she heard a sigh and hands wrapped around her, ''What happened?''

''I'll find that electricity-wileding son of a bitch and kill him,'' the moment Jordan said that, light came back.

The looked at each other for a moment. Marie with casual, but growing tenderness, Jordan with worry that seemed to be easying up. They saw Marie blink out of something. She still was tracking their heartbeat, but also, thought like she stared too much.

''What's wrong?''

''What's up?''

They both huffed in annoyance, then laughed.

''I asked first,'' Marie smiled, her hands tightened around Jordan.

''Fuck,'' Jordan tugged her into their room, letting the door close with a bang. A hug became a bit broken, but Jordan still wanted to save it wrapping their arm around Marie's waist.

''The next weekend is the parents weekend,''

''Oh,'' Marie sort of glitched on that. She was lying to people about her parents, who obviosly would be ''too busy'' to visit. Guardian shit died down, so nobody would think to like...hire actors, right? But she said the other thing.

''Already?'' She pulled away to look at Jordan better, ''We should get you and Emma out of school,'' the conviction in her voice made Jordan smile.

''I have to talk to them, probably,'' Jordan sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. They started tapping their leg on the floor and switched, ''I haven't spoken to my dad since the gala,''

Marie's expertise on parent-child relationship started with what little memories she had of hers and promising to beat up Emma's mom. She didn't really know what to say, so she sat next to Jordan, offering them her hand to take.

''I can be there, if you want,'' Jordan took her hand, intertwining the fingers, ''I can beat you dad, if you want me to,'' Marie leaned in closer, whispering. Jordan snorted with laighter.

''As much as I would want you to try that, no. Not this time. Do you really want to meet them, though? Be a distraction, basically. From the fact that my dad would rather choke then call me at least his child, let alone his daughter,'' Jordan's jaw clenched. They looked at their tapping leg and forcibly stopped it.

''I don't mind being a distraction. I'll even fuck around and agree that we are getting married after graduation,'' Marie smiled at horror in Jordan's eyes, ''In like Norway,'' she shrugged with most grace she could master.

''You really expect me to freeze my ass off for you?'' Jordan's default settings popped back in, but they still laughed, ''I hope it won't get that bad,'' they glanced at Marie, ''I mean, with my parents.''

''It doesn't have to be bad,'' Marie squeezed their hand, ''We'll do what we supposed to do, charm them out prying in your life. Or we can pretend that you are dating Emma and make them talk to her when she's a size of a glass of water.''

''I am the only one who's going to be puking when my parents come,'' Jordan fell back on the bed, but did chuckle.

''I'll hold your hair then,'' she settled in next to them on her side, ''Even if metaphorically, I think both of your haircuts are pretty comfortable for puking,'' she enjoyed Jordan's silent fight against laughter.

''I haven't puked since my graduation, I think,'' Jordan softly knocked on Marie's shoulder with their forehead and let out a heavy sigh.

''How much do you have to drink to puke?'' Marie mused, while Jordan untangled their fingers from hers and pushed for her to end up on her back, almost kicking their girlfriend out of the bed. They quickly pulled her back, putting their head on Marie's shoulder. Jordan chose to ignore her giggles.

''You really don't want to be a witness to that,'' they murmured, clearly trying to hug their worries away, ''And don't ask Andre about things like that,'' Jordan's grasp on Marie's waist became stronger.

''Watch me,'' Marie wasn't going to ask Andre , not really, ''It's going to be okay. Hopefully, we won't have to drink ourselves stupid,'' she brushed Jordan's hair away from their eyes.

''It might be, but don't get your hopes up,'' Jordan huffed, closing their eyes, ''Thank you,'' they said with a sigh.

''Too early to thank me,'' Marie decided to drop the topic for now. There is still a week to prepare.

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The week passed rather quickly. On Tuesday Jordan's mom texted, saying that they do plan on visiting, but probably for one evening because of work. Some kind of errands to run in town. Texting with Marie at the same time, Jordan told their parents about having a ''special someone'' and allowed their mother to sugesst meeting that someone herself.

By Thursday a reservation for four was made in a very bougie restaurant. Marie became wary of it and doubted her choice of dress. Jordan assured her that there is no constriction. No need to be bougie back, just as normal as possible. It was getting windier outside.

Friday came. Marie knocked on Jordan's door an hour before they agreed to meet. When they opened the door, Marie made a pose, to show off her black turtleneck dress and a nice bag, courtesy of Emma. Black shiny boots boots with a safe heel were bought with her help too.

''Do I need a jacket?'' When Jordan kept staring, Marie felt the need to break the silence.

''No, we are taking my car,'' they sounded irritated, coming back to the desk with accessories spread out. Closing the door behind her, Marie looked over Jordan's shoulder curiosly.

''It's fucking stupid,'' Jordan mutters, picking a gold and black ring. Their burgundy shirt has a couple of buttons undone, favorite chain missing, ''I'm still trying to impress them,'' they stilled when Marie's hand wrapped around their arm.

''I should be the one to impress them, right?'' She asked in a soft voice, trying to make Jordan look at her. They let out a heavy sigh.

''You shouldn't be doing anything,'' Jordan glances at Marie and back at the desk, their fingers toyed with a two different couples of cufflinks.

''I'm already here and I'm not leaving you to explain to your parents that you for sure did not imagine having a girlfriend,'' Marie didn't see Jordan's soft smile when she picked up both kinds of cufflinks, making them choose between a silver circle with black centre and a small red-ish triangle surrounded by gold. Without words, Jordan chose the latter.

They watched Marie intently. Someone who didn't know them both, might have thought that it was a gaze of a hawk. But Jordan was trying to bottle up the moment in which Marie stepped ready to support them regardless. And how she confidently fumbled with the cufflinks, but still managed to get it right in seconds.

''Do you think I'm ungrateful?'' Jordan asked. After the gala, in the dark of their room and their thoughts, Jordan tried to understand what it was like for Marie before she got here. And how their bitching and moaning about parents being mean might sound to her.

''No!'' Marie, when she finally got it, exclaimed, ''No, don't even think about it like that,'' she held their arms at the elbow for some reason, ''After what you told me, what I've heard from Emma and Cate, I can say that bad parents can eat a bag of dicks,'' she raised her eyebrows in mock-annoyance, like she said the most obvious thing.

''But I won't say any of this tonight,'' Marie's fury calmed down and she let go of Jordan, who was trying not to smile too much.

''At least tell them your name first,'' they chuckled. A loose curl fell to their face and Marie brushed it back. She debated commenting on how romantic this hair style looked.

''Anything else I shouldn't tell them?'' Marie asked with some doubt.

''If you call me your 'partner', my dad might joke about us role-playing as cowboys,'' those words slipped with such ease, even Jordan's smirk didn't tell Marie anything about how true this statement was.

''What that phrase was? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?''Marie said it with as much feighed innocence as she could muster. Jordan, browsing their accessory spread, stifled a laugh, pursing their lips together.

''I have a cowboy hat,'' they had to take a breath. They chose a golden ring connected with a delecate chain bracelet with another chain. Marie didn't understand at first that Jordan was offering it to her. So she gave them her hand.

In thickened silence, Jordan slowly slid cool metal onto Marie's palm, the ring fitting her perfectly. They wouldn't accept it back later.

''Never took you as a gold person,'' she murmured, glancing down at the desk.

''Oh, right,'' Jordan held her hand, bracelet already on, ''When I met Luke, he got his first brand deal with some mildly luxury jewelry brand. Took away as much as they let him. Gave it to all of us. Since then I've been giving gold a chance,'' their eyes met. Marie felt a sting of guilt, but also was happy to see them remember Luke fondly.

''Come,'' Jordan pulled her a bit so they both could fit in a mirror. Their squinted gaze examined both oufits. They even put their hands in pockets of their trousers. Then Jordan held one hand on Marie's waist and switched.

''We look good,'' Marie broke the silence, ''Very privileged,'' that did bring out a small chuckle out of Jordan. They made a mental note that Marie should never find out how easy it is for her to make them smile. Too much power.

''Yeah,'' now they had to look up a bit at her, ''Would you mind some redder lipstick?''

''I'm so smearing it all over you,'' Marie gave Jordan a chaste kiss and smiled. This is the best threat Jordan Li would ever face.

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When they pulled up to the restaurant, Marie got worried and glanced at Jordan, who was nervous the whole way here.

''Relax,'' Jordan sighed.

''You relax!'' Marie's defensiveness quickly faded and they both laughed.

Not a lot of things truly matter here, beside supporting Jordan and trying to have a nice evening. Marie already blended in once, she can to it again. And her and Jordan still can cling to each other, like they could not do yet back then.

Jordan's parents already waited in a far away booth. The restaurant itself was politely chattering. Every single person busy with their plate or partner at the table. Easy and calm. Marie squeezed Jordan's hand harder, mapping out options she could order here, eat and still hold up the conversation withour getting distracted.

The initial meeting went well. A burst of laughter and hands shaking, slightly awkward introducing each other another time. Everybody sat down and enjoyed a pause while the waiter was giving out the menus.

''So, Marie,'' Kayla started, looking at her child and their girlfriend over the menu, ''What was your first impression was of Jordan?''

''Did he try to kiss you too?'' Paul chimed in. It broke the softness of the first question.

''Well,'' Marie glanced at Jordan and smiled, watching them avert their eyes in embarassment, ''Jordan actually rejected me from a the course I wanted to do. And I was a fan,''

''Oh, that's a love story,'' Jordan's mom really seemed delighted by that, ''And let me guess, everything just fell into place?''

''Oh, yeah,'' Marie got a bit too excited for that answer, ''Jordan couldn't hate me for too long!''

''Even though it was very tempting,'' they remarked, allowing everybody at the table to see their smile.

''Did you hit him for that?'' Jordan's dad sounded a bit too giddy for this.

''No, I only hit people who make Jordan upset,'' Marie did her best to sound like she was joking. Her smile was polite despite Jordan trying stifle a laugh in the background.

The conversation moved towards the dishes and drinks. Some lies were spewed by Marie, like the one about drinking. She had enough beers already amongst friends and, apparently, drunk her head off at a party. She also lied about not having allergies, because frankly, she didn't know or remember. So she ordered a seafood pasta and supressed an urge to whisper to Jordan something along the lines of ''If I die, I'm sorry,''.

''We can switch,'' As if they read her mind, Jordan winked at Marie.

''I can certainly see what Jordan likes in you, Marie,'' Kayla said, taking the kids out of intimate haze.

''Yes, your actions speak for themselves,'' it sounded more wrong that it actually was, coming from Paul's mouth.

''There is a lot of us at God U. Next Guardian or Protector, whatever, is right around the corner. I just don't want anybody to get hurt,'' remembering the interview, Marie felt awful, gripping the side of her chair.

''I was fascinated by Marie's powers first, to be honest,'' Jordan straightened out, their fingers touched Marie's, ''Then, I had to come to an understanding that all of Marie is fascinating,'' they even sighed with dismay.

''To your absolute chagrin,'' Marie really hoped she used that random word she manage to remember right. She will get teased about it later.

''Just a little bit of chagrin,'' Jordan will never forget it.

''What do you like in Jordan?'' Paul asked. His and Jordan's whiskey glasses were identical.

''Oh, many things,'' Marie took a sip of her colorful icey-looking coctail. Nobody was sure it wasn't alcoholic, ''There isn't another Jordan, I think. No one can be that strong and resilient, but also loving and...,'' she had to take a breath, ''breathtaking, really. I like all of Jordan. Every single thing,''

There was silence. Kayla did bless Marie with an ''Aww'', but Jordan leaned in, kissing her cheek.

''You just HAD to outdo me on this,''

The food came and conversaiton flowed towards simpler things. Jordan did their best to stir it away from the topic of Marie's past. Marie, in turn, filled every opportunity for a story of Jordan's childhood to be repeated with her own anecdote about shenanigans at Godolkin. She even offered a memory with her sister, the one where her and Annabeth experimented with food as little kids, as a sacrifice to a nice evening. It kind of worked.

It was very hard to fight off offering of desert. Even with Marie's curiosity to try a fancy desert, between her pasta and Jordna's ravioli, they both were super stuffed. Kayla insisted on choosing something for them to take home, maybe eat in the morning and think of her and Paul. That struck a chord with Marie.

She tried to sort out her feelings during the evening. There was something stilted about the conversation, everybody hid some parts of them, but also really wanted to enjoy what they could show. The saddest part of it. Truth will come out behind closed doors, in half-lit rooms and with hushed voices.

''Thank you so much,'' Marie smiled and held Kayla's cold hands in hers, ''I would never thought to go here,'' she never would have known this place existed.

''Thank you, It was so great to meet you,'' The woman leaned in closer, ''I know I'm glad Jordan has someone to support him at God U,''

Marie nodded, still smiling. She glanced back at Jordan, who was talking about something with their dad. Everything seemed somewhat fine. Wishful thinking almost made Marie will Jordan to switch and for the dad to hug them in the form he's refusing to accept. But the boys shook hands and Jordan turned, noticing that Marie was looking.

''You are staring,'' they chuckled, swinging an arm around Marie's shoulders.

Paul's car got brought out first and after many almost hearfelt goodbyes, they left. Marie and Jordan stood in silence for a few minutes, huddling together for warmth.

''You mom has low blood pressure,''

''I'll let her know,''

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The alarm clock showed 2:54 am. Only one lamp was lighting entirety of Jordan's room.

''That's it, I'm done,'' Marie abandonded the spoon next to the pistachio tiramisu and raised her hands. Giggling like a desert gremlin, Jordan took the rest of it for themselves.

''We probably should bring the macarons to Emma. And hide Emma,'' they remarked, taking another bite.

''Yeah. I should pay her at least in sweet stuff for her help. I still mostly use her make up,'' Marie nodded, glancing at the bag from the restaurant on the desk.

''You can use mine, you know,'' Jordan forgot about their tiramisu, the spoon softly touching their lips, ''Whatever suits you, I mean,''

''Let me guess,'' she moves closer and puts her head on their lap. After coming back, her and Jordan found their oldest and biggest hoodies to wear to bed, pants be gone, ''you have a really steady hand when it comes to stuff like eyeliner?''

''I have you know, I have a perfectly steady hand when it comes to everything,'' there wasn't another answer she could have expected from Jordan. They put their head on Marie's shoulder, their curls falling freely.

''Will you be able to sleep after this?'' Marie tapped the side of desert container.

''After knowing my parents are actually happy for me because of something beside of school? Barely,'' their hand found Marie's wrist.

''I meant the sugar and coffe,''

''Oh. there's barely any. I think,'' Jordan sat up straighter, looking at the container, as if it had the ingredient list, ''Lady fingers soaked in coffee, but cream is...''

''It's time to sleep, smartass,'' with a great effort, Marie dragged herself from the bed, took away the container, closed it and turned to Jordan, ready to bully them into cuddling.

But Jordan was already shuffling under the covers. Deciding not to say anything else, she turned off the lamp and climbed into the bed with them.

''I am smart and I do have a good ass,'' Jordan murmured, putting their head on Marie's shoulder. Her silent laugh made them smile too.

Sleep was sweet and sound untill Emma's distress signal came in few hours later.

#gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #limoreau #emma meyer #so i know it's long and i tried my best #let me know if i should elaborate on things like jordan sharing make up with marie or those two saving emma from her mom #it's a honking huge piece damn #fanfiction i guess #jordan x marie #big thanks to @limoreaulover for helping me remember what cufflinks are #i just hope it's alright #not a native english speaker by the way so sorry if something is horrible

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Could you do a Steve harrington request where the Henderson!reader is avoiding him because of Nancy so when they break into the Creel house, she offers to get Eddie food so Steve is antsy when they go to find them at Skull Rock worried she might have fallen for Eddie?

i've never done henderson!reader before, but here is my attempt for you, doll! let me know what you think < 3 | 1.4k, fem!reader, jealous!steve, a litttttle angst but fluff in the end, mention of patrick getting vecna'd, eddie being a good pal, language, some gentle fudging of the s4 timeline

Steve knows the last thing he should be worrying about is why you're avoiding him, but he can't help it. Every time he and Nancy enter the room you slip out of it. You're quieter than normal, hardly joking with him and sticking to Dustin and the kids more than normal. But his head is buzzing with keeping everything straight and worrying about how he's going to keep you and Nancy and Robin and everyone safe. Maybe you're just feeling a little out of the loop -- after all, you'd only moved to Hawkins last fall to live with your mom and brother. Dustin had done his best to fold you into the group, and while Steve thinks he and Robin have done a good job at making you feel welcome, all that got you was a ticket to some bullshit happening in an alternate dimension.

So, he's staring at you as you all walk up to the Creel House and wondering how he'll get you to talk to him. Robin notices and leans over.

"Did you ask her out and she turned you down, or something?" Steve shakes his head. He'd planned to do exactly that before Chrissy Cunningham got Vecna'd, he'd even asked Dustin about it -- who said, "Weird dude, don't ask me about that" -- but, well. Shit got in the way. Such is Steve's life.

"Go talk to her," Robin hisses.

"I've been trying," Steve whispers back. He makes eye contact with Nancy she lifts her chin in a silent question. Steve's eyes bounce to you and you're watching the interaction but quickly turn away to jog up to the house. "Shit," he says. "Hey, wait --" He's about to come after you when the radio crackles in Dustin's hand.

"Henderson? Henderson, I need backup here, dude! They're onto me!" You surge over to grab it from your brother.

"I'll be there soon, Eddie," you say into it. "Stay hidden."

"Hurry up, other Henderson!" You hand your flashlight to Dustin and cuff him gently on the head.

"I'll take a bike over there," you say to everyone, already heading back down to the street.

"Woah, woah, woah," Steve says, something in the back of his mind not liking the idea of you going to defend Munson alone. "I'll come."

"No, Steve," you say, not looking at him as you mount the bike. "I'll be faster alone and we'll hide better this way. Plus, you guys need the time together." You shoot a glance at him and Nancy and before he can begin to ask you what you mean you're speeding off down the street.

"What the fuck," he says. "Why did we let her do that?"

"She'll be fine," Dustin calls. "It's just Eddie."

"That's what I'm worried about," Steve mutters.

"Can we get into this creepy house, already?" Max calls.

You know as you're pedaling that there's no way you'll get to Eddie in time, but you could not bring yourself to ask Steve to drive you. He's your friend, they all are, but the last few days have been making your head spin. Dustin had spelled everything out for you when you moved to Hawkins but you'd never thought you'd see it yourself. You thought that it would be smooth sailing, a chance to get to know your little brother better, and maybe go out with his cute friend, Steve.

But there's Vecna to worry about and the looks that Nancy and Steve keep exchanging and you think maybe it's better to not get involved with that and focus on the very real, very scary shit happening in front of you. You skid to a stop above the boat house and see that Jason and his cronies are already down there looking for Eddie.

"Shit," you whisper. You ditch the bike in the bushes and try to creep down the slope but then Eddie comes bursting out, the jocks on his heels. You crouch down and watch, trying not to blow your cover but looking for an entrance to help Eddie.

But then everything happens so fast. Eddie gets in the boat and the boys swim after him and then Patrick rises into the air and it's dark but the moon is shining bright and you can't look away as you see the worst thing you've ever seen in your life and promptly throw up in a bush.

Eddie makes his way back to shore and spots you, rushing over with abject horror on his face.

"What the fuck just happened?" he says hoarsely. "Did you see that?" You can only nod and he reaches out to run his hands along your arms. You realize belatedly you're trembling.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, I saw them and I waited but then Patrick --" your voice breaks. "Oh my god, Eddie, you've seen it twice."

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't want to dwell on it?" He rubs his hands down his face. "Let's go, Harrington and Dustin will kill me if those letterman asshats find you." He grabs you and you start running. As soon as you get your hands on the radio, Eddie finds the frequency and you hear Dustin shouting.

"Do you copy? Do you copy? Are you okay? Where is my sister?"

"I'm here," you say, grabbing it from Eddie. "We're fine."

"Is she there? Give that to me, Henderson," Steve calls, and the line crackles. "Munson, do you know where Skull Rock is?"

Eddie laughs, an exhausted but pleasant sound. You can't wait for this to be over so you can be friends.

"Spicy, Harrington," he says.

"Just get there, dude. Be careful." Steve sounds pissed, and you're sure you're missing something. But Eddie just sighs, the laughter gone.

"Are we actually heading to a rock shaped like a skull?" you ask, but he just starts walking.

If he's honest, Steve is freaked the fuck out. He has no idea what happened to you and Munson and how you got away from Jason. He's walking, almost running, ignoring Dustin as he tries to tell him they're headed in the wrong direction, everyone else trailing behind them.

"Steve, can I level with you?" Dustin says, a little out of breath. "Man to man."

"What do you want, dude?" What if you got hurt? What if you got into a fight?

"I get that you're obsessed with my sister--"

"I am not obsessed with her--"

"But you're moving way too slow. Y'know, maybe she's into Eddie, he's pretty cool --"

"Do you think she's into Eddie?" Steve says. Dustin is laughing at him but he doesn't care.

"I don't know. I don't talk to my sister about this shit, dude." Dustin pats him on the chest and continues on. "Make a move!"

"Shithead," Steve calls.

"Hey!" He hears your voice and the tension melts off of his shoulders. You sound fine. Maybe Munson took care of you, he thinks sourly. The trees clear and he sees you hugging Dustin. You look alright, tired, but no black eye or bloody lip that he'd been afraid of. Munson, for what it's worth, looks fine too.

"You okay, buddy?" you ask your brother, giving him a squeeze. He gets embarrassed and lets you go in favor of hugging Eddie. Steve hovers and you can see the rest of the group making their way up to the rock. Patrick's crumpled figure flashes before your eyes again and you surge forward into Steve's arms.

"Are you okay?" he says softly, holding you tight to his chest. "What happened?"

You breathe him in for just a moment. "I got there too late and hid, but then Vecna got to one of Jason's friends and he..."

"You saw it?" Steve gasps. "God, I'm sorry, baby, that must have been some scary shit." His hands are running up and down your back. A smile creeps onto your face and your cheeks heat.

"Baby?" you say, pulling back from his chest a little to look at him.

"Oh," Steve says, "well. Yeah. That okay?" His eyes flicker back to where Eddie and Dustin are talking and it clicks. He thought you and Eddie were a thing? But then...you look back and see Nancy eyeing the two of you with a smile. Well, shit.

"Yeah, Steve," you say. You reach up and run a hand through his hair before you give him a swift kiss on the cheek. "That's okay. Baby."

"Oh my god, someone call Vecna to put my eyes out!" Dustin yells.

"Not funny!" you and Steve yell at the same time.

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