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AWE ILYSMMM

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What I hate most about my brain is how I can make whole movies in my head but the moment I try to write it out for yall to enjoy it's like there's no words in the English language that can possibly describe what I want to convey.

Like I'm fully out of my writers block rn bit every time I go to type out a fic I just either end up hating it or not be able to properly write it out :(

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@livgirl318 yeah....for the plot....

I watch Tulsa King for the plot.....The plot. 🥵

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Guys it's up again but it's finished this time! Yippee!

ABSOLUTELY ANON

PARTY GOERS & SMOKE

Jack Mercer x Reader

SUMMARY: sometimes house parties can be fun, even when you hate them.

WARNINGS: swearing, talk of drugs and alcohol

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You had never been the type to go to parties, let alone go out of your apartment. You found that the people were too loud, too pushy, and specifically at house parties, a little too gross.

But, your best friend had asked, -begged-, you to go with her that night, and for once you didn't feel like sitting around reading or watching TV, so you agreed.

...you regretted it almost immediately.

There you sat, in the living room, surrounded by the usual TV show cliche party goers.

There were two people beside you on the couch you were sitting on, practically eating each other's faces. Whether they were a couple or just a couple of people looking for a good time, you didn't know and frankly, you didn't want to know.

Then, there were the huddled up groups talking about God-knows-what, drinking booze and some even smoking pot.

You always the hated the smell of pot, it clung to your clothes like a disease as you huddled yourself in the corner of the couch you had claimed before the people beside you had completely taken the couch over.

Then, there were the people grinding against each other to the music, not that you blamed them, at least they were having a drunken good time, and the people upstairs who sounded like they were having an even better time (this house somehow had very thin walls).

But, the person who caught your eye the most, was a tall-ish boy who sported a leather jacket and jeans combo. He had waded his way through the crowd and towards the back door, probably to hangout on the puke-covered patio.

Curious, you got up from your place on the couch, the couple making no time in covering your spot with one of their limbs as you made your way through the many sweaty bodies that stunk of BO, alcohol, and drugs.

You couldn't help but let out a refreshing gasp as your lungs quickly inhaled the fresh air of the outdoors as you had opened the backdoor.

At the sound of your gasp, the boy turns to you, a cigarette between his lips and lighter in hand, he was smirking.

You couldn't quite blame him, though, you were quite a sight. Your clothes were covered in vomit due to your best friend having thrown everything she had drank on you only minutes before you had sat down on the couch, about six drinks had been spilled on your clothes, with none of it being your own!

"...hi?" You waved awkwardly at the boy, walking up to him, standing yourself next to him at the railing.

He chuckled, clearly amused by your awkward demeanor as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes, opening it and holding it towards you, "you look like you need one."

You shake your head, "I'm gonna have to politely decline. Not much a smoker."

He shrugs, closing the box and shoving it back into his jacket pocket, "well, at least I asked."

"Those things can kill you, you know." You replied with a small smirk, leaning against the railing with your arms crossing over your chest.

He chuckled again, "oh, I'm aware. Why do you think I do it?"

You couldn't help but shudder at the deep, gravelly voice that he had. It was surprising, really, as it didn't exactly match how he looked. It did, however, match the rock & roll vibes he was going for as he blows out a puff of smoke.

"That's fair, we all gotta die some way, right?" You laughed lightly, glancing down at your hands.

He laughed along, putting the cigarette between his lips as he responded, "Heh, yeah I guess we do. What's your name by the way, sweetheart?"

"I'll give you mine if you give me yours." You smirk, attempting to give yourself some sort of mystery.

He grins, blowing the smoke from between his lips as he let out a deep chuckle, "Jack Mercer." He replied, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You shook his hand, "still not giving you my name. I like being mysterious." You grinned mischievously.

His mouth fell open, his hand going to his heart in feigned offense, "you just said I'll give you mine if you give me yours. It's hardly fair for you to now know my name and me know nothing." He pointed out.

You shrugged, "I lied. I'm a Liar. A compulsive one, you can never trust me." You're voice teasing.

"Well, I'll have you know that even though you're a compulsive Liar, I'd still like to get to know you. Maybe I can convince you to tell me your favourite colour before you're name." He suggested, nudging your shoulder before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"It'll take a lot of convincing. I'm not a very easy person to crack, after all." You remarked, glancing towards the slightly ajar back door, where the party was still raging inside.

Jack followed your gaze, "So, what brings you out here? Tired of the party?" He asks, stomping out his finished cigarette and grabbing a new one.

You turn to him, "parties aren't exactly my thing in the first place, kinda needed a chance to escape, then I saw you coming out here and thought oh! Perfect!"

"Ah, so if you're not the party type, why ya here?" He asks, his eyebrows creased in curiosity.

"My best friend wanted me to go, and I'm not one to deny her fun, so I agreed. I didn't know it was going to be THIS horrible of an experience, though. Well, it was horrible up until I met you." You explain, a sigh leaving your lips.

"Glad to know I made your night better just by existing." He laughed.

You chuckle left your lips, "yeah, and I'd appreciate it if you did it for many other nights." You moved to rest your elbows on the railing.

"Many other nights? You mean you wanna actually get to know me? Does this mean I get to know you?" He grinned, moving closer to you as he takes a puff from his cigarette.

"Yes to the first one, maybe to the second." You grin back.

He rests his elbows on the railing, standing next to you, "I'm okay with maybe." He replies softly, blowing the smoke between his lips.

"Good." You reply, nudging him slightly.

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Oh my God yall the way I struggled so hard to write this without messing up and posting it when I wasn't done yet 😭😭😭😭 I've done that so many times it's embarrassing. Anyways anon I know its not like all romantic and stuff but I just aifhabfjwjeb3

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PARTY GOERS & SMOKE

Jack Mercer x Reader

SUMMARY: sometimes house parties can be fun, even when you hate them.

WARNINGS: swearing, talk of drugs and alcohol

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You had never been the type to go to parties, let alone go out of your apartment. You found that the people were too loud, too pushy, and specifically at house parties, a little too gross.

But, your best friend had asked, -begged-, you to go with her that night, and for once you didn't feel like sitting around reading or watching TV, so you agreed.

...you regretted it almost immediately.

There you sat, in the living room, surrounded by the usual TV show cliche party goers.

There were two people beside you on the couch you were sitting on, practically eating each other's faces. Whether they were a couple or just a couple of people looking for a good time, you didn't know and frankly, you didn't want to know.

Then, there were the huddled up groups talking about God-knows-what, drinking booze and some even smoking pot.

You always the hated the smell of pot, it clung to your clothes like a disease as you huddled yourself in the corner of the couch you had claimed before the people beside you had completely taken the couch over.

Then, there were the people grinding against each other to the music, not that you blamed them, at least they were having a drunken good time, and the people upstairs who sounded like they were having an even better time (this house somehow had very thin walls).

But, the person who caught your eye the most, was a tall-ish boy who sported a leather jacket and jeans combo. He had waded his way through the crowd and towards the back door, probably to hangout on the puke-covered patio.

Curious, you got up from your place on the couch, the couple making no time in covering your spot with one of their limbs as you made your way through the many sweaty bodies that stunk of BO, alcohol, and drugs.

You couldn't help but let out a refreshing gasp as your lungs quickly inhaled the fresh air of the outdoors as you had opened the backdoor.

At the sound of your gasp, the boy turns to you, a cigarette between his lips and lighter in hand, he was smirking.

You couldn't quite blame him, though, you were quite a sight. Your clothes were covered in vomit due to your best friend having thrown everything she had drank on you only minutes before you had sat down on the couch, about six drinks had been spilled on your clothes, with none of it being your own!

"...hi?" You waved awkwardly at the boy, walking up to him, standing yourself next to him at the railing.

He chuckled, clearly amused by your awkward demeanor as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes, opening it and holding it towards you, "you look like you need one."

You shake your head, "I'm gonna have to politely decline. Not much a smoker."

He shrugs, closing the box and shoving it back into his jacket pocket, "well, at least I asked."

"Those things can kill you, you know." You replied with a small smirk, leaning against the railing with your arms crossing over your chest.

He chuckled again, "oh, I'm aware. Why do you think I do it?"

You couldn't help but shudder at the deep, gravelly voice that he had. It was surprising, really, as it didn't exactly match how he looked. It did, however, match the rock & roll vibes he was going for as he blows out a puff of smoke.

"That's fair, we all gotta die some way, right?" You laughed lightly, glancing down at your hands.

He laughed along, putting the cigarette between his lips as he responded, "Heh, yeah I guess we do. What's your name by the way, sweetheart?"

"I'll give you mine if you give me yours." You smirk, attempting to give yourself some sort of mystery.

He grins, blowing the smoke from between his lips as he let out a deep chuckle, "Jack Mercer." He replied, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You shook his hand, "still not giving you my name. I like being mysterious." You grinned mischievously.

His mouth fell open, his hand going to his heart in feigned offense, "you just said I'll give you mine if you give me yours. It's hardly fair for you to now know my name and me know nothing." He pointed out.

You shrugged, "I lied. I'm a Liar. A compulsive one, you can never trust me." You're voice teasing.

"Well, I'll have you know that even though you're a compulsive Liar, I'd still like to get to know you. Maybe I can convince you to tell me your favourite colour before you're name." He suggested, nudging your shoulder before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"It'll take a lot of convincing. I'm not a very easy person to crack, after all." You remarked, glancing towards the slightly ajar back door, where the party was still raging inside.

Jack followed your gaze, "So, what brings you out here? Tired of the party?" He asks, stomping out his finished cigarette and grabbing a new one.

You turn to him, "parties aren't exactly my thing in the first place, kinda needed a chance to escape, then I saw you coming out here and thought oh! Perfect!"

"Ah, so if you're not the party type, why ya here?" He asks, his eyebrows creased in curiosity.

"My best friend wanted me to go, and I'm not one to deny her fun, so I agreed. I didn't know it was going to be THIS horrible of an experience, though. Well, it was horrible up until I met you." You explain, a sigh leaving your lips.

"Glad to know I made your night better just by existing." He laughed.

You chuckle left your lips, "yeah, and I'd appreciate it if you did it for many other nights." You moved to rest your elbows on the railing.

"Many other nights? You mean you wanna actually get to know me? Does this mean I get to know you?" He grinned, moving closer to you as he takes a puff from his cigarette.

"Yes to the first one, maybe to the second." You grin back.

He rests his elbows on the railing, standing next to you, "I'm okay with maybe." He replies softly, blowing the smoke between his lips.

"Good." You reply, nudging him slightly.

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Oh my God yall the way I struggled so hard to write this without messing up and posting it when I wasn't done yet 😭😭😭😭 I've done that so many times it's embarrassing. Anyways anon I know its not like all romantic and stuff but I just aifhabfjwjeb3

#jack mercer x reader #jack mercer #x reader #four brothers #jack mercer four brothers

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update for fate.

once more, it's time to ask you all if you would prefer a much longer chapter of fate, with lots and lots happening, that would be posted later in the week — or if you would prefer shorter chapters posted sooner, with time in between them ?

here's a link to the poll, or feel free to let me know your thoughts and feelings in the comments below !

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fanfic writers coming up with *chef’s kiss* perfect ideas to torture their blorbos then remembering they’ll have to actually write them out in order for the fics to not exist only in their heads

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Please Don't Go

Jack Mercer x Reader

Summary: you had known Jack for years, and even gotten into a relationship. When the two of you join his brothers for their mother's funeral, you weren't expecting this outcome.

WARNING(S): Four Brothers spoilers, major character death, angst, swearing.

It had happened so fast.

While Angel and Bobby were busy interrogating Jeremiah, a knock was heard at the front door.

Curious, you had followed Jack to see who had knocked, as it was unusual for the Mercer household.

The two of you were met with a masked man, insulting Evelyn and throwing a snowball at Jack's face before beginning to walk away.

You should have stopped him. Should've grabbed his arm and told him it wasn't worth it. Lead him back to the couch to just forget about it.

Instead, you watched as he ran out towards the masked guy, anger raging through him not only because of the insult of his mom, but the snowball as well.

As you saw the man begin to pull out a gun, you found yourself running, by no volition of your own.

You heard someone calling yours and Jack's names, it was most likely Bobby. But you didn't care enough to think about it.

As you got closer, a gunshot rang out. And then another. And then multiple more.

You didn't know if you were one of the ones who got shot, and hell, maybe you were. But your focus was on your boyfriend, bleeding out and laying in the snow, calling out to you and Bobby with a rack of sobs.

You stumbled towards him, facing your back towards the shooters as if that would help Jack stay alive, though you knew better.

Your ears began to ring, the gunshots blurred with the yells, your heart thumping hard in your chest.

Your hands found themselves trying to cover his wounds as he grabbed onto you for dear life. He was scared, and not just for himself anymore.

You were actively putting yourself in danger. He was trying to get you to lay low or to find a spot in which they wouldn't be able to hit you, but that distant look in your eyes told him you weren't listening.

Almost unconsciously, you began to mumble comforting words to him. Whether it was really for yourself, him, or both of you, you didn't know.

One shot.

Two shots.

And suddenly, none.

Bobby, Angel, and Jeremiah made their way to the two of you, Bobby holding onto Jack who was now laying in your lap.

You couldn't tell what the boys were saying, but the yells were obvious. They were trying to have someone call 911.

"Please don't go." You found yourself begging, eyes downcast and cloudy as you looked down at Jack, one of your hands going through his hair in a comforting manner like you always had.

His eyes greeted yours, a smile on his face as blood poured from his throat.

"Shit, she's hit too!" Angel shouted as he noticed that the pooling blood wasn't just from Jack.

You didn't care, all that mattered to you was keeping the boy in your arms alive. But it was too late, he was gone. His skin cold against your own as your hand kept caressing his hair in that gentle, comforting way.

Darkness began to consume your sight, the adrenaline beginning to wear off as the gunshot wounds took over.

Bobby was holding your face in his hands as you felt yourself get weaker, "now don't you die on me too, ya hear?!" He cried, he was desperate. He had already lost his mom, and now his brother. He couldn't lose you too.

"Sorry, Bobby." You grinned with what little strength you had left, just to sass the man in front of you before death took a hold of you.

"No, don't you do that shit to me. Don't you do that shit!-"

That was the last thing you heard before you collapsed.

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Angst almost immediately for a new character? Who AM I? haha, anyway. Finally got some motivation to write, unsure if it'll stick though. Love yall <3

@frostymooxnlight cuz you asked to be tagged, lovely!

#x reader #imagine #jack mercer x reader #jack mercer #four brothers #four brothers x reader #four brothers spoilers #angst

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So unfortunately the writers block is hitting extra hard lately so I'm SO sorry to those who've followed expecting me to get more fics out but I promise I'll be back to my regularly scheduled program soon <3333

Yes, I'm still not over Garrett Hedlund either leave me be

#Spotify

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This didn't age well and honestly I find it so funny

You are the 3rd asexual found in the Sam Riordan tag and we are so few in number as it is. He calls to us <3

HE DOES!!!! He is fr the only character so far who hasn't had sex with someone which slays and as much as I love The Boys and Gen V its so refreshing to see 😭😭😭😭

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Hello, whilst I'm taking a mental break from fic writing, and specifically writing for Gen V at the moment, I want to show you my latest obsession, Jack Mercer from Four Brothers :)))

I love him so much you guys don't understand.

...I'm gonna write for him so hard when I'm out of my writers block funk just you wait and see.

#jack mercer #four brothers #jack mercer x reader #x reader #imagine

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Not really a question BUT just dropping in to say the way u write sam?? to die for fr :,) keep up the good work in ALL of your writing!! I love it sm <3

Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it! I have a whole backlog of Sam and Jordan fics coming along, I just need to get past my writers block and I'll be back with some more Sam content for you soon!

<333

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OK like don't get me wrong I am totally team Emma and Sam but like the idea of them kissing is just... not there for me????

Like idk it might just be me but it seems like Sam kinda looks up to Emma as a hero and only a hero???

Again, it's only my thoughts and I'm absolutely probably wrong about it and I absolutely want Emma and Sam to be in a relationship but it just feels like a "you protect me, I protect you" kind of thing.

I might also just be a dumbass but I hope some of yall understand where I'm coming from 😅

#gen v #gen v spoilers #sam riordan #emma meyer

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pls change your fonts or don't use like 5 in the same post, It's impossible take your fics seriously with it

Actually it's only three and also I'm sorry you find it hard to take my fics seriously when I only use said fonts to make it easier for people to read <3 also if you don't like it, don't read my stuff. It's simple. But thanks for checking my blog! You're one of my greatest supporters <333

Oh, also congrats on being my one and only hater I love you so much

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Okay Gen V Fandom. I'm thinking of doing a Sam fic with a song as a base, I just need help choosing which one :)))

Or, if you'd like to request some, feel free to drop by my ask box!!!

I stg if the Billie Eillish song wins just bc its a popular song I'm gonna have a hissyfit so you better watch yourselves

#x reader #imagine #gen v #gen v fanfiction #sam riordan x reader #sam riordan

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Can you do a Jordan li fanfic, where the reader thinks there’s something going on between Jordan and Marie.. bit of jealousy and angst thanksss love

Idk how angsty you wanted it to be so I ended it with fluff (kinda but not really)

Jealousy, Jealousy

Jordan Li x Reader

Summary: you were never one to get jealous. Until Marie Moreau entered the picture.

WARNINGS: some angst, jealous reader, clueless Jordan

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You were never one to be jealous. You had established that when you had first gotten with Jordan.

Hell, half the time you two watched movies together, you both would spend it talking about which hot actors you'd fuck.

And, Jordan talking to other attractive people in real life never bothered you either. Hell, your whole friend group was full of gorgeous people.

But then, Marie Moreau entered the picture.

At first you didn't have a problem, seeing as Jordan absolutely did not fuck with Marie due to the whole Top Five bullshit.

But then they started to get closer, they began talking more, and it didn't involve as many arguments.

Now, it's not like Jordan had stopped paying attention to you all together, in fact, they still spent every day (and night) with you, and nothing really changed.

You wanted it to stay that way, but your jealousy had gotten the best of you.

The closer the two of them got, the more distance you decided to put between yourself and your partner in crime.

Of course, this utterly confused poor Jordan, but she thought that maybe you were just having a rough week.

So, when you suddenly had left their side during a party (after getting deep into conversation with Marie), she had decided to investigate.

It was Cate who had gotten to you first.

She had caught you in the bathroom with choked cries coming from one of the stalls.

She knocked on the stall door, "Y/n? That you?"

You sniffed, trying to wipe away your tears quickly, "y-yeah, what's, uh, what's up?" You ask with a stuttered breath.

Cate's brows furrowed in concern, "I just wanted to know if you're okay. Jordan's looking for you."

You leaned your head against the stall door, "are they doing it alone? Or are they with Marie?" Her name dripped off your tongue like poison.

Cate immediately knew what was going on with you by the way you spoke about Marie, and she sighed, "alone. Jordan's really worried about you, yknow."

You scoffed, "Sure, she is."

Cate rolled her eyes, "I thought you never get jealous. You seem pretty jealous to me."

You pause for a moment, "...I'm not jealous." You state defensively, crossing your arms.

"Oh, you SO are. If you weren't, you wouldn't be so distant from her as of lately." Cate stated.

"Nuh uh."

"Y/n you were literally crying like two seconds ago. Don't make me come in there and force you to admit it." She threatened, leaning onto the door.

You frowned, "I just... the way Marie keeps looking at Jordan is the same way I look at them. And Jordan..." You're voice trailed off, scared that if you were to finish the sentence, you would start crying again.

Cate sighs for the second time, "open the door."

"Cate-"

"Y/n, open this stall door right now."

You groan, standing up and unlocking the door, pushing it open slightly so as not to hit Cate.

Cate opens the door wider, putting her hands on her hips, "I assure you that there is nothing going on between Jordan and Marie. It's your jealousy talking."

"But, Cate-" you began, but she cuts you off.

"Y/n, I know what jealousy looks like. I also know what it's like to be jealous. You see things that aren't actually happening. Talk to them."

You shake your head, "I can't."

Cate puts her gloved hands on your shoulders, "you can, and you will. The solution to your problem is to talk to them. Avoidance causes more problems than it solves."

You groan once more, "fine. But I'm not gonna be happy about it. I know what I saw." You tell her before walking out of the bathroom.

"Uh huh, sure you do." She replies as she watches you leave.

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"Y/n, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Jordan exclaims as she finds you in the crowd.

The frown didn't leave your lips as you replied, "I was just going to the bathroom."

Jordan noticed your unimpressed look, and your eyes looked a little red. "What happened?" They asked, concerned.

You refused to look them in the eye, "nothing. I'm fine." You knew you should be following Cate's advice and talking to him about it, but you've always been the type to avoid your problems as best as you could.

But Jordan knew there was a problem. You always looked her in the eyes. "Dont lie to me, please? Just tell me what's up."

You swallowed the lump that began to form in your throat. You really didn't want to fucking deal with this.

Their hands moved to your shoulders, "please look at me." She begged.

You forced your eyes to meet their's, your heart beating just a little bit faster than you would like due to the anxiety of confrontation.

Jordan nodded at you, eyes pleading for you to speak.

You took a deep breath before pushing your fear down, "is there something going on between you and Marie?" You asked bluntly.

Jordan froze at the question, their expression turning to one of hurt at the thought of you not trusting them enough to believe that theyd betray you like that. "What? No! Of course not. What made you think that I would do that to you?" Their hands had let go of your shoulders, her eyes holding a look of betrayl.

And suddenly you felt your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Jordan would never lie to you, and to have that confirmation that it was YOU being the hurtful idiot...

"Jealousy, I guess." You stated, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

Jordan shook their head, as much as they were hurt that you thought she would betray you like that, she also understood the powers that jealousy had.

"It's okay." They replied.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It wasn't okay. Your jealousy had made you think the worst. It made you not trust them. It wasn't okay at all. You felt like you should be punished, broken up with, and yet...

"No, no its not okay, Jordan. I-I got jealous." You stuttered.

Jordan reached over to cup your face gently in their hands, "everyone gets jealous sometimes, Y/n."

"But I...I don't get jealous. I'm supposed to be immune to jealousy." You replied brokenly.

A soft, small smile appeared across Jordan's lips, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen with her thumb. "You're not immune to emotions, babe. I forgive you."

You didn't want to be forgiven. You wanted Jordan to yell, scream, kick, and punch at you. You wanted them to be angry. They deserved it.

Jordan leaned their forehead against your own, beginning to repeat, "I love you, and I forgive you." Over and over again. She knew you. She knew that you wouldn't forgive yourself. They knew that you wanted to punish yourself, but that's not what they wanted.

And he wanted you to know it.

Because jealousy is normal. It's human. It's an emotion that sometimes can't be avoided.

No one is immune.

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Suddenly, I got motivation to write. It's pretty long. I wanted to make it more angsty, but my heart couldn't take it, LMAO.

Hope yall enjoyed <3333

-your favourite Jordan Li writer (im kidding)

#x reader #imagine #gen v #gen v fanfiction #genv x reader #gen v imagine #jordan li x reader #jordan li #jordan li fanfiction