Jordan Li + [ WAKE UP ]from That List Pls

Jordan li + [  WAKE UP  ] from that list pls

absolutely, i'm so happy to actually get requests for gen v lol

PAIRING jordan li/f!reader

WARNINGS implied/referenced smut (not shown)

An entire hour. You've been awake for an entire hour, meanwhile Jordan has continued sleeping like the both of you hadn't already missed one class. A part of you felt like you should just wake them up, but every attempt you made was met with a 'five more minutes' that you didn't even know they were capable of considering how interested you knew Jordan to be in the rankings. Missing class... definitely not a good look.

That was why you decided to try another method. A more hands on approach to getting your typically timely partner our of bed.

Scooting over, you brushed the hair off of Jordan's shoulder, your lips pressing against their neck and your body sandwiched between them and the pillow that your head had once been laying on. That didn't cause any sort of stir, any acknowledgment that you were even there.

So, you moved your hands down the exposed skin of their shoulder, finally seeing a twitch but only a momentary one.

"Jordan, we really need to get up." That caused something, but that thing just pushed you slightly further away as you watched Jordan shift from their female form to their male form. At least that had to have meant they were waking up in some capacity, though you weren't sure how soon.

Besides that, no eyes were opened. No body parts were moving to respond to your touch. With a sigh, you moved your lips up to trace the side of their jaw, moving up to the corner of their lips before finally one eye popped open.

"We missed class."

"We did what?!"

"You wouldn't get out of bed, I've been trying to get you up for an hour." Jordan moved to grab their phone, glancing at the time before setting it back down on the nightstand unceremoniously."

"Well, I don't have another class for two hours, why don't you finish what you started." Jordan switched back to their female form, your eyes lighting up for a brief moment before you were absorbed into a kiss. You, technically, were missing two classes for this but... at least you finally got Jordan to wake up.

if you look, you can tell - fushiguro megumi

word count: 6k warnings: swearing, i think that’s it summary: megumi finds himself eavesdropping a conversation between the rest of his classmates when he hears his name pop up.  the way you jump to his defense and have only sweet things to say about him has him second guessing the way he feels about you. ___

Afficher davantage

if you look, you can tell - fushiguro megumi

word count: 6k warnings: swearing, i think that’s it summary: megumi finds himself eavesdropping a conversation between the rest of his classmates when he hears his name pop up.  the way you jump to his defense and have only sweet things to say about him has him second guessing the way he feels about you. ___

Afficher davantage

This is so soft it makes me puke rainbows

Can I request Jordan Li x fem!reader (established relationship) where they found out reader never really celebrated her birthday was basically overrun by her younger sister, the golden child, (like, they’d all go to places where the sister want to go, she’ll get to open reader’s presents, blow out her candle and other stuff) and none of readers parents care nor do any of the relatives. So, reader never got to properly celebrate her birthday and doesn’t like her birthdays anymore thinking no one cares for it, and so when Jordan finds out about this, they, and maybe the rest of the gang, surprise her with her like, sorta dream birthday party

Dude omg yes.

Birthday Girl

Jordan x fem! Reader

SUMMARY: Jordan goes above and beyond for your birthday party when they find out your sister always stole your moment.

WARNINGS: swearing, au where Luke doesn't off himself 🫶🫶

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Today was your birthday.

You've always hated that day. Once you were old enough to leave your parents, you did. Lucky that you had a chance at Godolkin.

Every year was the same. You got a few "happy birthday!" Shouts from students who knew, but other than that, you mainly stayed inside of your dorm room doing the usual routine.

When Jordan had found this out, however, they knew something had to be done.

Your sister and family may have made you hate your birthday, but Jordan was going to make you love it again.

See, your sister had always been seen as the "golden child" of the family. You assumed it was because she didn't possess any powers that could get out of control (though they had forced their eldest into that life), and because, well, she was the youngest.

She made your life hell, and always specifically your birthday.

YOUR day had become HER day.

Your parents allowed her to open your presents and blow out your candles. She got to eat the first piece of your birthday cake, and hell, she kept most of your presents (the ones that she liked).

And you were always left with nothing. Your family didn't even give a shit.

Because you were the fucked up one. You were the one who had powers, who was different than everybody else, even though it was forced upon you. And they STILL blamed you for it.

So yeah, you hated celebrating your birthday because you felt like no one cared.

But in comes Jordan, being your hero.

Whilst you were distracted by your phone in Jordan's room, they gave the signal to their group of friends to get in their places.

The group being Andre, Cate, Luke, and the newest member, Maria.

The surprise party was being held in Cate's room (due to the fact she INSISTED on it being there), it was decorated with different objects and trinkets related to your favourite obsession, fairy lights and LED lights were mixed together to create the perfect lighting.

They all hid in their places inside of Cate's room, getting ready for the big surprise.

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"Hey, we should go and bug Cate." Jordan nudged you, trying to keep a straight face as to not ruin the surprise.

You turned your head towards them with a quirked brow, "now? Jordan I really don't wanna walk in on Cate and Luke fucking again."

He laughed lightly, "I promise that won't happen again. They changed their schedule."

You scoffed, "Jordan, it's Cate and Luke. They don't have a schedule."

Jordan just shrugs, pulling you up from her bed and dragging you towards the door, "too bad we're going anyway."

"Alright but I'm gonna keep my eyes closed just in case." You reply, shutting your eyes tight as you allow Jordan to pull you along.

Jordan rolls their eyes, "yeah, okay, you do that. I'll tell you if you can open them or not."

You give her a thumbs up with a grin as you keep your eyes shut, stumbling a little due to the fact you literally cannot see where the fuck you're going.

You feel Jordan stop and you knew you had arrived, and braced yourself for the lewd noises that would be heard from the other side of the door.

You were confused when you were met with silence, and the sound of Jordan opening the door without knocking.

"Jordan? What's goin-"

You were cut off by an eruption of voices yelling "SURPRISE!" in your direction inside of the room.

You opened your eyes to see what it was about, and your eyes widened as you looked around the room, there were a bunch of birthday balloons and banners, as well as posters and trinkets of your current obsession all over the room.

"Holy. Fucking. SHIT BALLS!" you yelled in shock, running into the room as your friends watched you.

You quickly turned to them, "None of you are gonna steal my presents, right?" You questioned, pointing your finger at them.

They all looked at each other in confusion before turning back to you and shaking their heads,

"Of course not. Why the hell would we do that?" Andre asked as if it were a dumb question.

You sighed and shrugged it off, "Never mind. Dumb question, don't mind me."

Finally, after more analysis of the room, you turned to your partner, a giant grin on your face.

Tears threatened to spill, happy tears, of course, but still tears.

"Did you plan all this?" Your voice cracking slightly.

Jordan nodded, "I knew you didn't really like your birthday anymore, but I thought that if I made it extra special-"

You cut her off by planting a kiss on her lips and hugging her tightly, "it's perfect, babe. Thank you." You replied softly.

"Is it? Because you sound like you're about to cry, and I'm really hoping you're not upset by it.." Jordan responded nervously, wrapping their arms around your waist.

You shook your head with a small laugh, "I'm about to cry because I'm happy, Jordan. No other reason."

"Oh," they let out a relieved chuckle, "Okay, yeah, that's good."

You gave her another peck on the lips, "Now let's get this party started, yeah?"

Jordan smirked, "After you, M'lady."

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God yall are really making me crank out a lot of Jordan content 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 I mean I don't blame you because I also love them so much but please request more characters I don't wanna go into writing burnout 🫂🫂🫂🫂

OH MY GOOOOD 😏😏😏

• “if you keep looking at me like that, i'm not responsible for what happens next." For Jordan (genV)

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pairing: jordan li x (f)reader

contents: established relationship, insinuated-ish smut, you can imagine whichever presenting gender but i had their fem form in mind | wc: 703

The plan was to study. 

“Strength isn’t the only thing you need; you need intelligence. Knowledge.” Brink had said. Had made it more than clear that rankings got you somewhere, but for those who didn’t make it to the seven, passing a test was dire. 

Hence, studying was important.

Even if one of you ended up watching over some city, you couldn’t do that with powers alone. Not all the time. 

No matter how much you hated studying, no matter how many times the two of you vouched to study, that’s all, and it heading south within the first hour. 

The two of you had made it two hours now, passing index cards back and forth to write, cross stuff out, add things, and prepare to quiz each other later. It was a new record, really.

For how long neither of you made a move. 

With the restraint you showed each time their fingers brushed against yours when passing the cards to and fro. It was a superpower in its own how you’d strained your eyes to focus on the book in your lap and the laptop at your hip resting on their bed, where the two of you were perched. 

Your bottom lip indented by your teeth, showing how hard restraint was. How your top teeth sunk into the flesh of your lip every time you looked up from your textbook to stare at them. To watch them twiddle the pen in their fingers or press the nail of their thumb against their mouth in deep thought.

And that fucking gray shirt. The shirt that had no sleeves, no sides. The one that gave you the perfect view of their chest when they turned and leaned over the bed to grab their drink off their nightstand. 

The hard swallow that physically ached your throat from stopping yourself from tossing your books to the side, climbing on top of them, and pressing your mouth to the flesh peeking out of it.

You wonder if they wore it on purpose. As a tease. To distract you from the task at hand, a little jest they could poke at you later when one of you passed the test and the other just barely made it.

It makes you want them more. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I'm not responsible for what happens next." 

Their voice cuts through the cloud of arousal fogging up your brain, your eyes sweeping up to their smirking face. 

“You mean you’re not responsible for my failing grade? Don’t think Brink will understand that I couldn’t study because I was too busy thinking about making you come?”

You can see the weight of their swallow, the glint of fire in their eyes when they let out a breathy chuckle and lock eyes with you. 

“Get a passing grade, and I’ll let you make me come as much as you want.” They retort, amusement on their face. 

You can’t help your own look of amusement—a smirk pulling the corners of your lips—as you put the index cards into the spine of the book to hold your place when you close it and push it off your lap to do the same with the book in theirs. Your palms pressed into the mattress between their slightly parted legs, putting your face inches from theirs as you lean into their space. 

“We both know I suck at tests,” you let your fingers walk slowly up their thigh, elation shooting through you when you see their body lean more into your touch on instinct. “But I’m very good at making you come. So, maybe we should just stick with what I’m good at.” 

And when you press your mouth to theirs, leaving a trail of kisses and bites to their neck, all ideas of studying are out the window, and their back is pressed back against the pillows, pulling you on top of them. 

“If you fail this test, I’m not letting you put your mouth on me for a week,” they say into your mouth. A gasp followed behind it as your hand moves to the part of their body that’s begging for you. “A couple days at least,” they moan.

Yes, that would work so well actually

Y/N: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Loki: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Y/N: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Loki: Is it working?