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peachfolk · 4 months
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They made Jordan adjust their necklace every time they switched during the campus tour video!
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slasherscream · 11 days
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Wash Day
pairing:  jordan li x fem black!reader
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"You wanna go out to dinner tonight? Know I've been busy this week. Feel like I've barely seen you." Jordan mutters against the shell of your ear. You shiver as he gives the skin a teasing kiss.
Already you're pouting, knowing what your answer has to be even though you wish so desperately that you could give a different response. "Wish I could, Jordan. But my night is already spoken for."
You're spun around by a hand on your hip, playful and fast so that you can't stop yourself from falling into his chest. Your hands grip his jacket for balance, and he reaches up to hold one of them with his own. "You got plans? With who? Cate? Cancel them."
"Brat." You laugh.
How demanding Jordan is would be less cute if they ever asked you to do something they themselves wouldn't. As it stands, with the way they do anything you ask at the drop of a hat, all you can do is roll your eyes and pretend to be exasperated instead of smitten.
"Fine, don't cancel. I'll just come with." Jordan sighs, as if seeing his best friend is a great tragedy (Which it is. Cate being there means you'll smack Jordan's hand away when he tries to sneak it up your skirt at dinner.)
"What if we want a girls' night?" You shoot back, grinning.
Jordan shifts. The hands on your waist are smaller now, but pull you in closer, "You're the one who's feeling bratty. Really have been neglecting you this week, huh baby?" Jordan smirks, in that condescending way she does when she realizes you're trying to get a certain reaction out of her.
"The plans aren't with Cate, and they aren't cancellable." You sigh, deciding not to rise to the bait of her tone, smirk, or the little circles she's rubbing into your skin.
"What are these oh so important plans?" Jordan asks.
"Do you know how many white boys have complimented my hair today, Jordan?" You ask.
"Pardon?" Jordan blinks at what seems to be a completely unrelated topic.
"Six! Six white boys complimented my braids today. I'm about to kill myself, if we're being honest. I must looked fucked up, and you didn't even say anything." You pout.
You've been having a bit of a rough day, to say the least.
"You look beautiful. What are you talking about?" Jordan asks, confused but nonetheless, wanting to make you feel better. "If you didn't look good I'd very politely... have Cate tell you. But you look great! You've been getting compliments all day, you just said it yourself!"
"Wow, you'd throw Cate under the bus, huh coward?"
"Cate isn't interested in making out with you every spare second of the day. I am. You can be mad at her. I've got stuff I wanna do." Jordan's grin is downright salacious. You smack her arm, trying not to smile.
"Ah. You are operating under the same delusions of the white man. I see that now, I'll let go of the anger." You say, sighing and kissing Jordan on the cheek.
"First of all, don't you ever fucking insult me like that again.... Second of all, what particular delusion am I sharing with the white man?" Jordan asks.
"White men only compliment a black woman's hairstyle at two points in time. When it's brand spanking, fresh off the lot new. Or when it's started to look like shit. I've had these braids in for longer than... is your business. So guess which compliment I'm getting right now?"
"I fucking refuse to say your hair looks like shit, and this conversation feels like a trap. You're always beautiful to me." Jordan says.
"Thank you, baby. But we live on a campus where the diversity win photographers lurk around every corner trying to get pictures of 'The Diversity Win Couple' in our most natural state. I need to take out my braids tonight before I talk crazy in the group chat, and Andre sends me a 'this you?' pic that will devastate my argument." You shake your head somberly, already imagining the fate that lies before you.
"You could stop talking crazy in the group chat." Jordan teases.
"You know damn well I'm not capable of that."
The two of you burst into laughter, unable to keep it together. Jordan has always been obsessed with how easy it is for you to make them laugh.
"Is that gonna take up your whole night, though, baby? We don't have to go to dinner early! We'll go wherever you want." Jordan insists, tone bordering on begging.
Whenever they come out of a particularly busy week, they spend the next two weeks glued to you. As if to make up for it. The clinginess is a stark difference from how they acted before you made things official.
"Jordan, look at the braids on my head."
"I'm looking at them."
"Are you seeing them with your eyes?"
"Yes, and my eyes are sending the image to my brain, which I assure you is working. What's your point here, baby?"
"How long do you think it will take me to undo these, detangle my hair, wash it, deep condition it, and then wash it again?"
Jordan squints at you for a long moment, analyzing your hairstyle and the utter displeasure on your face. "I dunno? Maybe... four hours?"
"I should fucking murder you. Just for that, you're helping me with wash day now."
Jordan's face breaks into a grin like sunlight breaking through clouds, "So I do get to spend the day with you, is what you're saying?"
"Yeah, baby, you get to spend the day with me." You click your tongue at them. Pitying them for the ache in their fingers they're about to feel. They complain about curling their God damn hair a couple of times a week. You suspect you'll be ready to kill one another by hour two.
But you also missed them a lot. Or whatever.
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"Don't cut too high up, Jordie. " You whine, shifting his grip lower on your braid, to an acceptable cutting length of the hair extension.
"Baby... can I ask you a very serious question right now?" Jordan hums, obediently cutting where you instructed.
"What?" You ask, already starting to unbraid the piece.
"How... long... do you think your hair is?" Jordan, to be fair to him, does ask the question quietly and with the proper amount of hesitation.
"How dare you! Are you calling me bald?" You gasp, stifling a laugh.
"Don't do this to me. You are prolonging the process. We can cut these braids at least four inches higher than what we're doing right now." Jordan says, you can't see his face but you can tell he's also trying not to laugh. Bastard.
"My hair grew!"
"From the top of your head. It did not magically lower itself further into the fucking braid extension." Jordan loses the battle and laughs.
"Jordan Li do not fucking cut off any of my hair or I'll cry and then blow up this school."
"Of course, princess." Jordan kisses the top of your head and gives in to your terrorist demands because you're cute.
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"So how am I supposed to do it, baby?" Jordan claps her hands and you smile at how eager she sounds to help.
"You're gonna want to section it off. Do like... eight parts of hair. That'll make literally every step after this easier. Then you're gonna comb the hair from the bottom, 'kay?"
"Got it."
Jordan starts the process of parting your hair, careful and slow. Fingers sectioning off eight chunks of hair that she keeps apart with the silky hair ties you hand her over your shoulder.
"You sure you don't want me to comb it, Jordie?" You ask Jordan.
"I'll be gentle, don't worry. You always say your shoulders hurt at the end of wash day. Which is crazy, because I've seen what you can bench. I've got you, baby." She spritzes extra detangler spray on each of the parts she just made.
You move around slightly, a little sore already from sitting still between her legs for so long, but smiling to yourself nonetheless. A pillow is suddenly shoved into your face and you lean away, confused.
"Sit on this one instead. It'll be better." Jordan says.
You switch out the pillows and tilt your head back to look at her. "Why're you always right? Is that your kink?"
"No, my kink is bossing you around." Jordan smirks and leans down to give you a kiss. Despite the awkward angle you can't help trying to deepen the contact. The feeling of her soft lips sliding against yours, firm but gentle, is always irresistible.
She hums and gives you a playful nip before pulling away. "Don't start something we can't finish."
"Who says we can't?" You shoot back, staring up at her.
"You will be pissed an hour from now if you glance at your phone and we haven't made any progress." Jordan runs her thumb along your bottom lip before pushing your head forward.
"Who says it will take an hour?"
"I do. If we start, I'm not stopping." Jordan's voice dips seductively and a line of tension runs up the length of your spine.
You smack her thigh for teasing you, "Shut up."
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"Is this comfortable?" Jordan frowns, staring at the angle your head has to be at to fit in the bowl of the sink.
"No, but this is the best angle this chair can get me to." You say. Usually you just wash in the shower, but since Jordan is helping the sink makes more sense.
Jordan stands, scowling at how uncomfortable you seem. Suddenly he grins, "Baby! Make a chair with your shields. Something that leans."
You were getting a lot better with being able to make complex shapes, with less concentration. You stand up from the chair you'd dragged from the common room. Jordan pulls it out of the way and gives you an encouraging thumbs up.
It takes you a minute, but you conjure a shield that resembles a salon chair and the both of you let out identical cries of delight.
Jordan pushes you to sit down with a kiss on your forehead. "That's my fucking girl. Tell me if the temperature is too hot."
Jordan washes your hair with the perfect amount of pressure and thoroughness. He's nearly rhythmic in his methodical cleaning. You didn't realize your eyes had fluttered closed until you hear him laugh. You open one eye to glare at him playfully, knowing he won't get soap in them.
"What's so funny?"
"You're like a cat. You gonna purr for me, baby?" He smirks.
"If you keep going like that, yeah. Or I'll fall asleep. Please don't make me fall asleep. I'll fall on my ass." You say.
"I'll endeavor to make the rest of the wash as unpleasant as possible."
He does not do that. And at one point you do fall asleep. Jordan catches you before you can actually fall. 'Thank God for Supe reflexes', you both think. You spend the rest of the wash with your eyes wide open and Jordan laughing at you.
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"Did we put too much?" Jordan asks, dabbing at another drip of oil and conditioner down your brow.
"No, this is typical. The hair has to be saturated. It's dripping because the oil is you know... getting hot and even more liquid-y." You say, eyeing the episode of Property Brother's you'd both decided on. "Hm. I think that woman should be put to death."
Jordan was keeping vigilant about dabbing at the sides of your face. You'd been in charge of one side, at first. But Jordan seemed to have a sixth sense for when the other side was dripping as well, and kept interrupting you before you could get to any trickles of oil. You'd given up and just started narrating the show for her as she wasn't taking her eyes off the line of your brow.
"Why? What did she do?" Jordan dabs again.
"She wants to put up a fence that blocks the view of the historical house that she did not have to buy if she wanted a fence so bad." You roll your eyes.
"Is the city gonna let her?"
"No."
"Haha. 500k down the drain." Jordan cackles.
"Anti-gentrification win!" You hold out your fist for a fist-bump and Jordan obediently obliges, oil soaked rag still held in her fist.
A comfortable silence falls over you two, besides the noise of the portable hair dryer.
"I really think we put too much, baby." Jordan mutters, dabbing again.
"I have been doing this since I was twelve, Jordan!"
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"Play the video again, one speed slower this time." Jordan's eyes are glued to your phone.
You're sitting between his legs again, cushioned by the (superior) pillow of his choosing. You were trying to decide on a simple hair style when Jordan saw a picture of Mini Twists and got excited to see you in them.
("You've already seen me in mini twists, Jordie. What are you talking about?"
"You weren't my girlfriend the last time you wore them though! Now you are, and I get to look at you as much as I want."
So that had decided that.)
"Okay, I think I got it. 'M gonna start with a braid base, without making the parts too big, then start twisting the hair with two strands, and that will make it last longer, right?"
"Right." You smile at how focused Jordan sounds.
They're hot when they're in the zone. You just didn't think they'd get so into helping you with your hair. But you should have known, really. Acts of service paired with their inner perfectionist? You're completely relaxed at this point. You know Jordan won't have you walking out of your room looking crazy, come hell or high water.
"Is this okay?" Jordan shows you a picture of the back of your head, three rows of twists done.
You gasp, snatching the phone, "That's my head?"
"Uh... yes?" Jordan answers slowly.
"The back of my head? The head on my body?"
"Should I start over?"
"Fuck you! These are almost better than mine. Who's hair are you playing around in when I'm not here, Jordan LI?"
"Stop using my fucking government name." Jordan tilts your head back to look at him with a gentle grip on your neck, grinning down at you. "You play too fucking much. You sure they're good, princess? It's okay if I need to redo them."
"I'm gonna give you orgasms that will make you lose brain cells."
"Baby!" Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. Do any of them need redoing?"
"The first row is really fucking good for a beginner but the second row is damn near perfect." You say.
"I'll redo the first row then." Jordan kisses your temple before moving you to face forward again.
"I said they were good!" You protest.
"But the second row is better. I want the whole thing to look good. Don't want you feeling self conscious cause I fucked up the style, y'know." Jordan mumbles.
You tilt your head back to look at him, ignoring him sucking his teeth (a habit he picked up from you) at you moving.
"I love you, Jordie. Thank you for helping me today." You coo.
You watch his face go red with a grin. He grins back, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. When he tries to pull away too soon you whine, holding him close by the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Wanna kiss you. You're sweet." You breathe the words against his lips, insistently continuing the caress.
He sighs, smitten, and let's you lead for a moment. Hand finding it's way back to your neck and tightening just enough to make you gasp. Still, he pulls away too quickly.
"I'm gonna fuck you up." You scowl at him.
"The only thing you're gonna fuck up is your neck, brat. This is a horrible angle for you." Jordan's smile is so soft at the edges it's your turn to blush.
"Speak for yourself."
"No, I'm too busy speaking on behalf of your neck."
"Well, I'm speaking on behalf of my-"
"Pussy?"
"I was going to say raging hormones but that's a lot more to the point, yeah. Or maybe I was going to say something romantic. You ever think of that, Jordie? Huh?"
"Were you going to say something romantic?" Jordan hums.
"No."
"Let me do your hair in peace." Jordan turns you forward again with a laugh.
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"Turn this way." Jordan instructs, snapping another picture.
"I don't know whether you're worse than an Instagram hair stylist or a Mom." You ponder, words barely audible because your girlfriend is scary.
"Shut up and smile." Jordan scowls.
As if engraved into your genetic code the words make you do just that. You suffer through another 20 pictures being taken before you say enough is enough.
Jordan happily shows you the pictures, as if you hadn't seen yourself in the mirror just a minute ago. Or ever. The grin on her face so wide it looks like it hurts.
"You like it, baby?" Jordan asks again.
"It looks so good, Jordie. It looks like I paid someone honestly."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You drape your arms around her shoulders. "How's this angle?"
"For what?" Jordan tilts her head to the side, puzzled.
"For kissing. Since you were so worried about the angle before."
Jordan scoffs, but she's the one to pull you in. She doesn't pull away this time.
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A/N: i needed reader to have a goofball vibe because i have a goofball vibe. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anonymous ask saying you enjoyed it! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo
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michaeljoncarter · 2 months
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the writer(s) of one of the guidebook things for the dc ttrpg has parallax hal somehow having his memory completely wiped & being blasted back in time at the end of Zero Hour to the direct aftermath of coast city's destruction where he wanders around the ruins helping people with his still-very-much-intact crazy parallax godpowers until the DEO catches wind of him, tracks him down, recruits him, and turns amnesiac parallax into a top DEO agent who spends the next few years running around doing a bunch of spy shit right under all his old friends' & colleagues' noses without anyone ever noticing.... and this all happens in the random little flavor text sidebars that like 90% of people (of the 1% who will ever bother to pick the book up in the first place lol) will probably just skip over
what the fuck. this is easily top 10 the hottest concepts i've ever seen. why is it squirreled away in the most obscure possible location outside of scrawling it on a cave wall somewhere in the french countryside. i have never wanted to read a 200k+ word fic so bad in my entire life
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laios-thorden · 9 months
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To them [people who don't read horror] it is a kind of pornography, inducing horripilation instead of erection. And the reader who appears to relish such sensations-why he's an emotional masochist, the slave of an unholy drug, a decadent psychotic beast.
-David Aylward
horror is about catharsis. it is about experiencing fear or pain or shame or suffering via a piece of media, and being able to sigh in relief when it is done. it is about emotion and flesh and the human condition.
the point of the genre of horror is to inflict the emotion called "fear" or the related emotions "discomfort," "disgust" and "shame." if you do not want to experience and explore negative emotions and the stories that they can tell, you do not actually want to engage with horror. the point of horror is that it might make you feel bad or upset or, god forbid, scared. there are stories that rely on that and it doesn't make horror a lesser medium for narrative than any other genre. it just means that you personally might not enjoy horror.
it's fine to not like horror, but don't pretend like it's something it's not because it makes you uncomfortable.
a lot of takes about horror i see are like, "why doesn't horror have x, y, or z" and the answer is it does. you aren't engaging with the medium or searching out stories that have those things because you don't want to deal with the trappings of the genre (being scared/experiencing negative emotions). liking one piece of horror media doesn't mean engaging with the genre as a whole with all its tropes, trappings, and its rich and varied history.
Ursula K Le Guin writes,
A writer sets out to write science fiction but isn’t familiar with the genre, hasn’t read what’s been written. This is a fairly common situation, because science fiction is known to sell well but, as a subliterary genre, is not supposed to be worth study—what’s to learn? It doesn’t occur to the novice that a genre is a genre because it has a field and focus of its own; its appropriate and particular tools, rules, and techniques for handling the material; its traditions; and its experienced, appreciative readers—that it is, in fact, a literature. Ignoring all this, our novice is just about to reinvent the wheel, the space ship, the space alien, and the mad scientist, with cries of innocent wonder. The cries will not be echoed by the readers. Readers familiar with that genre have met the space ship, the alien, and the mad scientist before. They know more about them than the writer does.
the same is true for horror; people who do not engage with horror as a medium, as a genre, as a way to tell stories and convey meaning do not get to reinvent the wheel. doing so won't be met with gratitude by people who do like horror. it's not helpful. it's condescension.
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georgeplantagenet · 6 months
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the borgias is my favorite show and i think it's the best show ever made and all. however, there's just this one aspect that is genuinely hilarious to me and i mostly criticize the show for. the writers suddenly trying to make the viewers massively despise juan by turning against him and disingenuously writing him in his final moments so the watchers won't miss him or sympathize with him by making him a walking danger as an excuse to kill him off and prop up cesare's character. they wanted the audience to root for cesare at juan's expense and make his death seem necessary lol. they truly thought they served with this one, like maybe juan's character was shamefully abandoned by the writers (as well as his family except for rodrigo) but david oakes had many people sold with the way he played him to perfection, improvising and making juan remarkable, tremendous, and humane. the show is obviously a classic masterpiece, but in my opinion about the juan part, simply rushing the writing of a tragic dying character on a show for weak reasons is pure disrespect.
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literaryspinster · 4 months
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Me whenever I happen across a Jordan x reader fic: Why the hell are they cheating on Marie?! 😤
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leopardom · 2 months
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i have thoughts so… here they are
chapters 3 & 4
at first glance you see two random people. whether they look beautiful to you or not, they’re just that; two random people. you can’t skip the intense look they both have though. it feels like they want to say something but they hold back because it’s not the right moment. they’re scared to open up to the world, so they use a shield. the world around them is dark and twisted, but they’re part of it anyway and keep going with their lives, scared or not.
and then they cross paths. they meet each other, get to know each other, discover that they’re having similar (if not entirely same) emotions and thoughts about life and their surroundings. and that they’re tired and scared of everything. but at least now they’re not each on their own, they have found each other. there’s hope that maybe it will get easier to deal with the world.
and they grow closer. and it’s soothing and comfortable and kind of liberating. they still want a way out of the darkness, they still need it and probably seek for it. they’re still scared like before, but not as much as before. because now they have each other and they feel for each other. and feeling love, care, calm, peace, comfort around someone, even if it’s not a constant thing, is a fuel that keeps you going.
the world around them is still dark and twisted and they’re still scared and vulnerable and try to keep themselves safe. but now they’re not alone. they have developed a bond, a bond so strong and full of love, acceptance, affection and care, that makes them feel that they can pull through together. because they see themselves on each other, they relate.
they have each other 🖤
chapters 3 & 4: they get to illustrate each person individually. their feelings, the way they deal with the world and with themselves until they cross paths. OR both chapters get to show the way the two people have grown closer over time; from being scared and hiding in the darkness to embracing it and dealing with it together, the bond between them being all the power they need to be safe
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libraryofloveletters · 8 months
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Forever and Always
pairing: jordan henderson x reader
summary: with your 10th anniversary around the corner, you both get a bit in your feels. 
author’s note: sorry for the delayed resumption of these, I felt a bit burnt out but im back! 
all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :) 
written in the photos series masterlist
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oxydiane · 2 years
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how hilarious would lee jordan’s comments have been during the gryffindor vs hufflepuff quidditch match if harry and cedric had been publicly dating
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danothan · 8 months
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imagine what a loser you must be to retcon smth so bad that you make geoff johns look like a feminist
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they replaced his autism with sexism.
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If We Were Vampires (Pt. 6)
- Jordan tells a story.
- Let's shout till we cry, and cry till we shout.
- Jordan needs a hug. And Marie's got arms.
CW: mentions of blood and violence.
~2.5k words
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Jordan Li stood outside Marie Moreau’s dorm, fist raised, trying to summon the courage to knock on her door. They let out a breath, running a shaky hand through their bob, and telling themselves that this is the right thing to do. No matter what happens, this is the right thing to do. With that, Jordan swallows their nerves and knocks on the door.
The door opens and Jordan is met with the absolutely stunning Marie Moreau. Even in just a t-shirt and jeans, she always manages to take their breath away. A small smile tugs at Jordan lips. “Hey.” 
“Hey.” Marie matches their casual tone, though Jordan can tell she's also a bit nervous. “Come on in.” She steps aside and Jordan walks into the dorm. Marie closes the door, then makes her way over to her bed and sits down on the edge. 
Jordan drops their backpack down by Emma's bed and takes a seat. They felt hot in this room, their nerves not seeming to let up, making them sweat. It was the first time they've felt hot since turning. Jordan slid off their jacket, leaving them in a fitting black tee and joggers. 
Jordan is about to speak when Marie pipes up first. “So, what did you want to talk about?” She asks as she nervously picks at her fingernails. 
“Right, um-” Jordan wipes their palms on their pants, as they think about the best way to start. “I'm here to apologize, and I'm also here to tell you the truth. For real this time.”
Marie nods. “Okay. Well, you have an hour, so…” she gestures at Jordan to continue.
“Okay. First off, I'm so fucking sorry. You were right, I had no right to decide if you could handle the truth or not. I told myself I was doing it to protect you, but I realized that if you know the truth, you could better protect yourself… and maybe actually listen to me when I tell you to stay away.” Jordan mumbles that last bit, but Marie still caught it. 
“Why would you want me to stay away from you?” She questions, finding the idea ridiculous.
Jordan takes a second to just look at Marie, memorizing every detail in case they truly lose her after they tell her the truth. Jordan pushes the thought back, not wanting to dwell on it. They switch into their male form before explaining. “What I'm about to tell you is going to sound completely ridiculous, impossible even, but I promise you it's the truth. The whole truth.” They speak with absolute certainty.
Marie shifts around a bit, Jordan's seriousness making them a bit worried. She wanted to ask questions already, but thought it best to just let Jordan speak for now. “Okay.”
Jordan takes a deep breath. “That night I went missing really is a blur. I don't really remember anything after driving over to the party. I don't even remember arriving.” They say, truly in disbelief. They thought the memories would slowly come to them, but the night still remained blank.
“What I do remember is waking up in an alleyway at like 3am, confused as hell, with no cellphone or anything. I couldn't drive or Uber, so I ended up walking back to Godolkin. That had to be the worse fucking walk of my life. I felt like I had the worst hangover I've ever had, ten times over. My head was pounding, every light was too bright and every sound was too fucking loud. And on top of that I had this terrible ache in my stomach that was slowly getting more painful.” Jordan explained, making sure they don't leave out any details.
Marie watched as Jordan spoke, engaged in Jordan's story telling. Marie always loved when Jordan told stories or went off on a tangent. Their face (especially their eyes) were always so emotive, using their hands to emphasize certain points. But in this instance, as Jordan described their pain and discomfort, which Marie really wished she knew about sooner, all she wanted to do was run over there and hug them. But she refrained for now, wanting to hear the whole story first.
“Anyways, after walking for a while I managed to hitch a ride from a lady in a red pickup. She was kind enough to drive me the rest of the way to Godolkin, but-” Jordan cleared their throat, choking on their words as they began to explain one of the worst moments of their life. They continued, pushing back the tears already threatening to come up. “-but we didn't get that far...” 
Jordan looks up, meeting Marie's eyes, and their heart breaks when they see how worried she is, not of them, but for them. That was gonna change soon enough. Jordan takes a shaky breath and continues. “I- I really wasn't feeling right. Something was clearly wrong but I was too overwhelmed to think about it. I… I noticed that the pounding in my head wasn't in my head. It was coming from her.” Their voice shakes, the inevitable truth on the tip of their tongue. “I couldn't take my eyes off of her… off of her neck. I think I disassociated for a second cause next thing I know the car stops and I'm stumbling out. I was so overwhelmed by every sound and smell, and the pain was fucking bad.” 
Jordan makes eye contact with Marie again, some tears managing to escape and slide down their cheek. “She tried checking on me to see if I was alright, but- but when I turned around…” Jordan looks off into the distance, not able to look at Marie. “She got too close. And I was so fucking hungry…” Jordan couldn't help it, they felt their face change, their true face pushing forward. It's as if they were back on that road, every emotion they felt then, coming forth just for a second. They quickly tried to push it down, but it was too late. Marie had seen it.
Marie's eyes widen as she watches Jordan's face change for a second. They black veins and dark red eyes, appearing as quick as it left. She involuntarily jumps back, as she stares back at Jordan, who was wearing an unreadable expression.
Jordan stares back at Marie, feeling a mix of emotions that they tried to not let get the best of them. A part of them was sad, distraught even, that Marie jumped back in fear of them. She looked at them like the monster they knew they were. Another part of them wasn't surprised, having anticipated a reaction like this. And the other part was angry, frustrated that they were right. That Marie would act this way, cause why the fuck wouldn't see? They haven't even explained the bad part yet and she was already afraid. They hated the look on her face, and that they were the one that put it there. 
“Jordan, your face! Wh- what was the fuck was that?!” Marie said, a combination of fear, shock, and worry in her voice. 
“It's what happened to me, Marie.” Jordan spoke, voice low and serious. “I haven't even gotten to the worst part and you're already afraid of me… Which you should be.” The words were cold as they left Jordan's mouth, adopting an almost cynical tone.
As startled as Marie was at Jordan's sudden change of behavior, she wasn't gonna let that slide. “I'm not afraid of you, Jordan!” She gets up from the bed, standing in the middle of the room. “I don't know what the fuck that was, but I'm not gonna run away because of it. Just, please help me understand.” She pleads. 
Jordan stands up, “You really want to know, Moreau? Cause I guarantee you'll never look at me the same way again.” They say, hoping she'll take the fucking warning and back down. 
“Nothing you say is gonna change the way I feel about you, Jordan. Just tell me what happened.” She speaks surely, tone soft in comparison to Jordan's. 
Jordan's not sure why, but this really infuriates them. Fuck it. Jordan flashes away from Marie's view, now standing behind her. She's visibly confused and jumps when Jordan begins to speak. “She was so close, and all I could hear was her pulse, pounding just beneath her skin.” Jordan slowly reached out to gently caress Marie's neck, right at her pulse point. Marie, now facing them, takes a step back. 
Jordan pulls their hand away immediately, and flashes behind her again. This time holding her shoulders, whispering into her ear. “I couldn't help it. The smell was fucking irresistible, and I was starving. I felt like I was gonna die if I didn't do anything.” Jordan did everything in their power to not bite into Marie's neck, her scent taking them over. A low growl escaped them as they fought to focus.
Marie shivered as Jordan's breath hit her neck, a small amount of fear climbing up her spine. “Jordan-” 
Jordan spins Marie around and pushes her back. She stumbles a bit, but doesn't fall down, catching herself on her bed. “Next thing I knew, I was biting into her neck. Her skin ripped like fucking paper.” They took a step closer to Marie, who was clearly too shocked to speak. “The taste was strange at first, metallic. But then, it was like electricity was coursing through my body, my mind lit up.” Jordan vividly recalled the feeling.
Another step closer, “It was fucking divine... I've never felt anything like it before, it was amazing. And the only thing I could think was, ‘I never want this to end’. ” An almost crazed look flashed in Jordan's eyes.
Another step. Jordan looks down at Marie, studying the mixed expression on her face. The unmistakable fear in her eyes. They started to feel guilty for what they were doing to her. Jordan's face softens. “But it did end. Reality came crashing back as I realized what I did. I dropped her on the ground after staring at the bite mark on the side of her neck. It- it looked like a fucking animal attacked her.” Now Jordan was the one with fear in their eyes, voice shaky. They really were terrified of themselves.
The tears begin to fall again. Marie stands up straight, her face softening as Jordan finishes the story. “I looked up and saw my reflection in the car window, and an animal is exactly what I saw. Next thing I knew I was running away as fast as I could.” 
The tears continued to stream down Jordan's face. “Jordan-” Marie said softly, reaching up to wipe the tears away, but Jordan pulled back, putting some space between them. “I just left her there, Marie! I fucking killed her like some animal and ran like a fucking coward!-” a sob interrupts their words. 
Marie tries to step closer to them. “Jordan, you didn't know-” 
“It doesn't fucking matter if I didn't know! I still did it! And that's not even the worst part! The worst part is I fucking enjoyed it!” Jordan shouts, begging Marie to stay away, to treat them like the monster they are. “You wanna know what I am, Moreau? I'm a vampire! A fucking monster that feeds on blood to survive! This is what I am now!” Jordan's true face comes forth once again, but this time they don't push it back. 
Marie stood there for a minute, looking at Jordan's face, managing to catch a glimpse of their fangs this time. She thinks, trying to wrap her head around what Jordan just said. Vampires… They were real, and Jordan was one of them. She really didn't know how to feel about this. Jordan just described themselves biting into a woman's neck and drinking her blood. She was half convinced this was all just a weird fucked up dream, but it wasn't. 
She studied Jordan's face, the blood red eyes and black veins just below them. Yes, it was an objectively horrifying look, but all Marie could focus on was the fact that this is Jordan. Her Jordan. The Jordan that would gently cup her face before kissing her. Who would insist on being the big spoon when they were in their female form, and vice versa. It didn't matter that Jordan had fangs or bloodied scleras, they still had that adorable beauty mark on their chin, and Marie could still make out the deep chocolate brown of their irises.
Jordan freezes in shock as they watch Marie step closer to them, not seeming to back down, even at the sight of their monstrous face. Their breath hitches as Marie lifts her hands to cradle their face, wiping the tears away. Jordan feels their face relax at her touch, slowly turning back to normal. Jordan closes their eyes and leans into her touch, breath still a bit shaky. 
Marie sighs as she continues caressing Jordan's cheeks with her thumbs. “Look… I don't know what to think of any of this. If I'm being honest, I'm still processing most of it. But if there's anything I know, it's you, Jordan. And you are not a monster.” She makes sure to look into their eyes as she says this, conveying her honesty. “Yes, you hurt someone, and that's bad, but you didn't mean to. You didn't know what was happening, and that isn't your fault. It took me years to realize that myself.”
Marie looks down for a second, an image of a blood soaked bathroom quickly flashing through her mind. She looks back up at Jordan with a sympathetic look, moving her right hand down to their chest, resting over their heart. “And the fact that you feel guilty about what you did, proves that you aren't a monster. No matter what your face looks like, your heart's still beating, and you still have your humanity.”
Jordan opens their eyes, looking at Marie as if she just grew a second head. “I can't control it, Marie.” Jordan forces out through gritted teeth, pleading with her. “It just takes me over. I lose focus, I can hear every fucking sound in a mile radius, I can smell everything, my stomach screams at me, urging me to feed… I've almost bit into your neck twice now. I managed to pull away at the last second, but soon enough I won't be able to. One day, I'll just be too hungry to stop myself.” Jordan begs her to see the reality of the situation.
Marie shakes her head defiantly. “That won't happen. Not if you learn to control it. I know what it's like to not feel in control, to be terrified of yourself and what you could do to others. I've been there, Jordan, and I can help you get out of this.” 
Jordan pushes away from Marie, walking over to sit on her bed. “Fucking hell, Marie! This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you yet! I don't want you involved in this Supe-vampire bullshit.” Jordan complains, gripping their hair in frustration.
Marie puts her hands on her hips and looks down at Jordan. “So it's too dangerous for me to get involved in this shit with you, but it's fine if you do it alone? That's bullshit, Jordan.” Jordan groans and puts their head in their hands, elbows resting on their knees. 
Marie sighs and walks over to sit down next to Jordan on the bed. “I can take care of myself, Jordan. You know how much I've been training lately. I have a much better grasp on my abilities, and as far as I can tell, vampires still have blood flowing through their bodies.” 
Marie reaches over and begins rubbing circles on Jordan's back. “If you ever do lose control again, I'll use my powers to stop you.” She adds in a reassuring tone. 
Jordan lifts their head, sitting back up and looking at Marie. “You promise?” They give up on trying to fight her on this. A part of them knew they'd never convince her otherwise, but they still had to try. 
“I promise.” She states firmly, emphasizing it with a nod. Marie scoots back, further onto the bed until her back is resting against the wall. “Come here.” She beckons, patting her lap. 
Jordan looks at her for a moment, wondering what in the world they did to deserve her. They sigh, kicking off their shoes and scooting over to Marie. They lay down on their side, placing their head on her lap, closing their eyes and relishing in the warmth radiating off of her. Marie began to run her fingers through their hair, earning a satisfied hum from Jordan. For the first time in a while, Jordan felt relaxed.
They sat like that for a while, forgetting about the rest of their classes. The two just enjoy the other's presence, choosing to stay in the calm while they can.
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hazzybat · 2 months
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You guys want some angst? no? Well too bad! We have the result of Jan transforming into a wolf and the rest of the band figuring out what the hell to do now that they're down a band member. Jance focused chapter
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townoffobo · 1 year
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everyone needs to know that while im writing my english essay i have a split screen with a picture of hal in the other tab
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asylumdweller · 5 months
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PLEASE feel free to send in requests regarding these charas if you send a vote in btw i love them all dearly
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namivivilongcon · 8 months
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I treat being delusional about zosan as a full time job
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Until Abin Sur. When he was dying, he knew all of this, didn't he? That's why he came to this wretched world. You let my friend die with everyone, with me, thinking him mad.
Sinestro in Blackest Night (2009) #7
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