#emma meyer imagine

[gloomzi]

A Little Death

PAIRING sam riordan/emma meyer/gn!reader

WORD COUNT 743

SUMMARY (Y/N) comes back from class to find their partners, Emma and Sam, have started having fun without them.

WARNINGS sfw despite what the summary might sound like, reader is somewhat more dominant in the relationship, they/them pronouns for reader

NOTES this is my first fic on this blog + my first x reader in many many years, pls go easy on me 😭😭 i don't think this is my best work by any means but i wanted to write something gen v so here it is! title is from a the neighbourhood song btw :p that being said, hope yall enjoy!

Sam's hands rested gently on Emma's waist, fingers rubbing small circles over her hip bones as she kissed down his neck gently. Though he was mostly distracted by the sensation of her lips ghosting over his adam’s apple, he could just faintly hear the sound of (Y/N) entering the room, his eyes opening slowly to meet their gaze, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched them stand stock-still, bag slung over their shoulder. Emma had stopped briefly too, glancing over her shoulder to smirk at their partner before picking up where she left off, sucking a bruise right under Sam's jaw.

"Why do you guys always start having fun without me?" (Y/N) whined, walking over and forcing their way between them. Emma laughed, shoving their shoulder gently before allowing herself to be pushed out of the way, watching fondly as they pushed and pulled at Sam until he was sat in their lap. Though Sam was much taller than (Y/N), they were always eager to dote on him, this position becoming common between the two. From an outsider's perspective it probably looked silly, but Emma found it sweet and loved seeing the dynamic her partners had fallen into.

Sam huffed, crossing his arms, "We always start without you because you're always late,” He pouted.

Emma giggled, “Like seriously, do you just chat with everyone on your way back from class, or…?” (Y/N) rolled their eyes, ignoring Emma’s comment to squeeze Sam’s face lightly.

“Whiners, the both of you.” They muttered, kicking at Emma’s shin lightly.

Groaning, Emma moved closer to the pair, her legs propped up on either side of Sam’s, chest pressed into his back. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she wanted to be close, so she’d deal with it for the moment. Wrapping her arms around Sam’s waist, she placed her head between his shoulders before loosening her grip so (Y/N) could maneuver him as they pleased. Using the hands that were already on his face, (Y/N) pulled him into a soft kiss, gentle and slow, his eyes fluttering shut as a hum of content slipped from his lips.

(Y/N) smiled slightly into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of the other boy's fingers sliding up the sides of their neck and settling behind their head. Sam nipped at their lower lip, smirking when he felt their fingers flex against his cheeks before trying to pull him in deeper. Emma watched them continue to kiss for a few more seconds before latching her own lips onto Sam's shoulder, biting lightly. The boy's breath hitched as he pulled away from (Y/N), a strand of spit following him back as he gripped Emma's thigh tightly in his left hand, his nails digging into her skin. His other hand held a handful of (Y/N)’s shirt, who watched the pair with half lidded eyes, their hands falling to Sam’s sides as Emma moved up his neck slowly, small bruise's starting to form a trail.

(Y/N) huffed a laugh, squeezing the boy’s waist lightly before smacking Emma’s knee, "First you start without me and now Sam gets all your attention," They pouted, though the lilt in their voice made it clear they didn’t actually mind.

Emma snickered, shaking her head, “Ohhh, poor baby! C’mere, I’ll give you all the attention you want,” She said, pulling away from Sam to lay beside the pair. After a moment of shuffling (Y/N) had been pulled into Emma’s lap, Sam’s face pressed into Emma’s collarbone, a barely noticeable smile on his face as he stared up at them. (Y/N)’s face had gone red, arms crossed tightly over their chest, still unused to the switch in position. Sure, they could appreciate being the one on the receiving end of the doting from time to time, but it wasn’t common, especially from Emma. Still, Emma cooed at their awkwardness, finding it cute as always, uncrossing their arms quickly and linking their hands together.

“Better?” Emma teased, swinging their hands with a grin. Sam chuckled besides them, muttering something about them being cute into Emma’s neck. 

“Just kiss me already!” (Y/N) whined, pulling their hands loose to slip into Emma’s hair, tugging lightly.

Sam giggled, rolling his head out of the way slightly, “God, you two are ridiculous.” He smiled, reaching behind (Y/N)’s head to push them together, “Just get it over with.”

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[celianity]

Movie Night

Jordan Li x Reader

Prompt: having your nemesis attend your roommates' movie night takes a turn when some unresolved desires flare back up

Warnings: cursing, mentions of smut

Word count: 1.246

Author's note: would anyone be up for a continuation? _________________________________________

“You seriously bought sour cream and onion?” Emma eyes the bag of chips in Marie’s hand like it is a nuclear bomb.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you the snack police?”

“It’s just a movie night, guys. No need to get at each other’s throats.” You try to be the voice of reason, but you are one pointless argument away from combusting into flames.

The drinks are wrong. The snacks are wrong. The placement of seating (for which you bared responsibility) is wrong. Well, there are only so many options to arrange the furniture in a dorm room.

“Shut up,” your roommates respond in unison.

“Nice to see that you can agree on something.” Emma is glaring daggers at you.

On some level, you understand their motives for organizing this night to hang out like normal teenagers for a change.

Things at the school have been slowly going downhill while you and your friends are still in the dark about most of the details. Too many questions, too little answers.

You can’t shake the feeling that that’s the motto for tonight too, but you wouldn’t dare to say that out loud. Marie would probably strangle you with her blood powers.

So, you have no choice but to suppress your annoyance, pull up an action movie on the flat screen TV by the door and fluff the pillows on Emma’s bed one last time.

Marie hands you a bowl of chips while announcing that Andre and Cate will not be the only ones attending tonight’s comfortable activities. Her lopsided smile does not soften the blow in the slightest like intended.

“Are you kidding me?” you groan out in frustration. “You can’t just invite my nemesis into my fucking bedroom.”

Marie shrugs her shoulders. “Technically, it’s our bedroom, so I’m allowed to invite whoever I please.”

Emma rushes to Marie’s defense, “Maybe that’s a good thing. Keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer. Understanding them better might help you finally break into the Top Five.”

You intend to outrank Jordan Li with talent and power.

Not by studying their profile in the flickering light of a movie.

Not by watching their fingers grasp for the last crumbs of chips in the bowl.

And certainly not by wondering what they might be wearing to such a casual event. A tiny voice in the back of your head suggests a pair of grey sweatpants and you suddenly feel the urge to punch yourself in the face.

Instead, you hurry to build up that protective wall in your mind to hold back the quickly resurfacing memory fragments.

Hot breath on your swollen lips. Curious fingers, tracing patterns on a toned stomach, muscles tensing under your touch, wandering southwards. Feeling their need on your fingertips. Feeling your own, searing in the pit of your stomach. Hitching, matching breaths.

Oh, for fucks sake, Marie, what have you done?

---

You loathe feeling weak but that was exactly what pushed you into Jordan’s arms one lonely night a few days ago.

After failing yet again to access the full potential of your powers and expressing your frustration about the matter cursing like a sailor, you were looking for a distraction to blow off some steam.

And there they were, hastily typing away on their phone in the locker room of the training facility.

“Sounds like you have a shitty night too,” they observe, back turned to you, pulling their hair together into a ponytail.

When your eyes finally meet in the dimly lit room, you both know this is inevitable.

---

The movie’s quite entertaining, but you have to resist the urge to continuously let your eyes wander to Emma’s bed where Jordan occupies the spot at the edge, farthest away from you.

Emma and Marie block your view a bit with their legs upright.

From your own spot in the desk chair next to the bed, you restrain from craning your neck.

Andre and Cate are on the floor in front of you, totally engrossed by the plot of the film.

Of course, Jordan’s wearing those damn sweatpants, leaving little to the imagination. They waltzed in here, all tall and lean frame, running a hand through their short dark hair, flexing their bicep in the process.

You received a barely noticeable smirk in exchange for a pointed look.

---

Your staring’s getting obvious.

Your phone screen lights up in the dark, earning an annoyed sigh from Marie. At first, you don’t recognize the unknown number, but it doesn’t take you long to connect the dots.

Stealing phone numbers now? That’s really depressing.

You dim the brightness of your display and roll your chair back as quietly as possible to further shield if from prying eyes.

Must be able to contact you in the event of an emergency.

You frown, catching a glimpse of Jordan’s fingers typing again. Their irritatingly pretty face illuminated by soft blue light.

You’ve been avoiding me.

You’re not sure where this conversation is going, so you try to put an end to it as fast as possible.

I’m a busy person.

And I’m fucking sick of it.

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard, afraid to make a wrong move that would burst this bubble of sudden tension.

That sounds like a you problem.

You take the safe route, hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

Maybe you’ve trouble remembering, but you came on to me. Practically ambushing me in the dead of night.

Oh, fuck you.

Yeah, I’d hope that’s what you plan on doing tonight.

You ignore the heat rising in your cheeks and begin typing again. Two can play this game.

If you ask nicely. I recall you’re good at begging.

Jordan’s laughter merges into an awkward coughing fit and you have to bite your tongue when Emma offers them a glass of water.

Getting a reaction fuels your… ambition. You’re getting bolder, tired of tiptoeing around the topic.

You know what else I recall? A fucking sleepless night after getting interrupted by that janitor. The imprints of your fingers all over my skin, between my legs, deep inside. Wishing every curve and hard edge of you up against me again in the dark. And no goddamn release.

The images come crashing down like a wave and you shift your weight, parting your thighs slightly, needing to get out of your own skin.

Jordan is catching onto your drift.

The image of you kneeling in front of me seared itself onto my brain. Those soft lips parted, ready to take every goddamn inch. I still feel your hair strands around my fingers.

Out of the corner of your eye, in the flickering light of the TV, Jordan suddenly switches to their female form.

“That’s it, I’ve had enough,” Emma declares, startling everyone in their seats.

Andre pauses the movie, him and Cate turning to see what she is on about.

You hide your knowing grin behind a yawn. It is a small victory, but at what cost? You’re itching to tear your clothes along with your skin from your burning body.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I wish to be excluded from this narrative until you two have sorted it out. Emotionally, physically, or whatever.”

The silence is deafening. Almost guiltily, Jordan puts their phone aside, you follow suit.

“It’s like watching a movie in the middle of a fucking porn shoot. Now, if everyone agrees to behave themselves, can we continue, please?”

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[goldhoekin]

Alright, we need more Gen V fics SO. 😤

I'll be taking responsibility for the dark, smutty things I need personally.

I'll take requests for:

Jordan Li

Marie Moreau

Cate Dunlap

Emma Meyer

Luke Riordan

Sam Riordan

Please note, I am a Cis woman, so that's what I have experience with writing, so that's what I'll write. Sorry, yall. I can try for Gender Neutral maybe but it'll take me a while. 😞

#gen v #gen v amazon #jordan li #marie moreau #luke riordan #cate dunlap #emma meyer #sam riordan #gen v smut #gen v x reader #gen v imagine

[24hlevi]

— monster mash

gen v characters (marie, jordan, emma, cate, & sam) x gn!reader

summary: how halloween would go w/ the gen v characters

warnings: language

im a day late whoops also these are short but i really wanted to do it so yeah

Marie Moreau -

- marie is pretty normal about halloween, she doesn't get crazy festive about it, it's just a holiday to dress up and get candy or get drunk

– that being said, if you care about the holiday a lot then she will go along with you on it and do anything you want to do

– she wouldn't dress up if she wasn't going out anywhere like to a party or another outing, but she might put a hat on or something to hand out candy to kids

– marie doesn't really enjoy horror movies a lot, mainly thinks the majority of them are dumb and would rather watch just something fall themed and not a horror movie

– however she does love the candy you buy for you two, and will eat most of it before deciding to actually make food because if not she will throw up from eating so much sugar

Jordan Li -

- loves halloween with their whole heart and more, it's their favorite holiday for real

– they wouldn't completely disagree with matching costumes if it's cool, like a couple from a famous movie or something

– jordan will definitely take you to a halloween party to have a fun time together and drink and smoke while dancing

– they are totally going to be complimenting you non stop throughout the night, you just look so good and they love you a lot so obviously they're gonna tell you how good you look

– they will be going out trick or treating with you despite their age it doesn't matter they want candy and they will be getting their candy one way or another

Emma Meyer -

- it will be literally july and emma will already be organizing matching halloween costumes for you and her

– she will 100% choose one of those dumb ones like an angel and devil

– she'd rather hand out candy to kids than go to a party or just watch scary movies with you claiming she won't be scared then is scared shitless when the movie starts

– emma made you help her put up decorations as soon as october hit the first day, and she has a lot of decorations and she is determined to put them all up

– you will be carving pumpkins whether you want to or not, despite how messy it gets, emma adores the tradition of it and makes hers look all cute and pretty somehow

Cate Dunlap -

- cate isn't really big on halloween, she doesn't like going to dumb parties where everyone is in costumes and would rather spend it inside with you

– she will refuse to dress up unless you literally beg her just for fun and for pictures, she reluctantly agrees but it can't be stupid

– cate doesn't particularly enjoy horror movies, but will watch the b-rated dumb ones with you to make you happy that you're watching a festive movie

– the most decorations she likely has is a ghost hanging on the door so people can see, yeah, that's it, literally

– cate only eats candy sometimes, and when she does it's not a lot, so you’ll end up having to give the rest to random kids that show up or walk by

Sam Riordan -

- poor boy doesn't completely understand halloween at first, he doesn't get why dressing up in costumes, getting candy and going to parties is such a big deal

– thankfully you're there to help him with that and show that halloween is a fun holiday

– it's mainly spent at home in onesies watching horror movies and waterworld cause that's his favorite movie while eating expensive candy you bought

– sam found out he loves horror movies, his favorites are the nightmare on elm streets both for how dumb silly they are but also the cool kills in the later movies though he hates the third movie for obvious reasons

– he will eat all the candy you buy in one night i’m dead serious you’ll wake up the next morning and sam is passed out in a sugar coma and won't get up from eating so much candy

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[h0nkch0c0late]

Look OK. I need opinions. If I were to start writing for Gen V, who should I write for first

This is so important to me

#x reader #imagine #gen v #gen v fanfiction #sam riordan #emma meyer #Jordan Li

[deedeeruin]

Where are the gen v , Emma Meyer/oc FANFICTIONS ?! !!!!!

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[perpetualproductions]

Never Be The Same - Chapter 1:

Me and My Friends Are Lonely

- It's been a couple days since shit went down at Godolkin. The four lay low in one of Andres many properties in the city. What now?

(Title song: Me and My Friends Are Lonely by Matt Maeson)

3.4k words

CW: (small) mention of smoking/drug use. The normal amount of swearing. They make out, but nothing explicit.

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“Godolkin University. Oh, how the mighty fall. The once prestigious number one supe school in America, brought down by radical supes and a Dean with a hidden agenda. Indira Shetty, former behavioral scientist and the last Dean of Godolkin, who turned out to be an anti-supe and anti-vought radicalist. Using her prior scientific knowledge and position of power over students, she groomed and manipulated these supes to kill their own kind. Lives of both humans and supes were lost in the tragic conquest of the foreign terrorist that is Indira Shetty. But do not fear, as our very own homelander had flown in and saved the day, taking down the terrorists and escorting all of the remaining students and faculty to safety. It will take some time to rebuild Godolkin and restore it to its former glory due to the aftermath of the incident, But worry not, for with the help of Vought, young supes all over the country can now attend colleges up to the most prestigious levels. Supe students are able to study any major, including supe specific majors such as crime fighting and more! Vought, once again, doing the right thing and making sure our kids stay educated. And with that, I’m Cameron Coleman coming at you from Vought News. Goodnight Amer-”

The television shuts off once the news story comes to an end. Jordan tosses the remote back onto the couch, letting out a huff as they run their hands through their hair, messing up the perfect curls of their bob as they do. They resume pacing back and forth behind the couch where Marie and Emma currently sit. Andre sits in the armchair situated on the left side of the room and stares at the dark tv screen, still trying to process everything that has been going on the past few days. They are all currently in one of Andre’s Dad’s many Apartments in New York. Apparently they didn’t use this one very often, being not nearly as extravagant as some of his other penthouses over on the upper-east side, but it was perfect for the four of them to lie low in while they dealt with all that transpired over the last couple of days. Andre had offered the idea of staying at one of his places when Marie mentioned that they had nowhere to go now that Godolkin is no more. She definitely didn't want to go back to Red River, where they'd probably send her straight to Elmira. Emma said that she could stay with her, but Emma wasn't too excited to go back home herself. Jordan had also decided to take up Andre's offer for similar reasons.

So there they were. Sitting around the living room in silence, not sure what to say to each other after watching that broadcast. Empty pizza boxes and soda cans littered the coffee table in front of them. Since the Andersons rarely used this place, the fridge was empty, so they decided to order food for the time being. No one was comfortable enough to go grocery shopping yet. They've all basically isolated themselves inside the apartment for the last four days, the shock and trauma of past events holding them in place. But they all spent the time comforting each other. They all went through the same thing so it only made sense. They've talked separately and as a group, confiding in each other for the time being. The uncertainty of the future weighing heavy on them all.

“That's it. I need a smoke.” Andre pushes himself up and goes searching through the drawers in the adjacent kitchen.

Jordan shakes their head as they yell back to Andre, “No. We need to talk first. I'd appreciate it if you were at least a bit fucking sober for this conversation.”

“Plus, there are no cigarettes left…I already checked.” Jordan mumbles that last part.

“Dammit. Fine.” Andre begrudgingly walks over and plops back into his previous spot. “But you owe me a pack when we're done.”

Jordan shakes their head before walking around the couch and standing in front of the TV. They take a breath, but Emma begins to speak before Jordan gets the chance.

“Well, looks like Vought blamed all that shit on Shetty. And sure it's not 100% accurate, but it's better than nothing, right?” Emma looks between the three of them for a response.

Marie sighs, turning left to face Emma. “I don't know, They still got away with it. Nobody knows about the woods or the virus-”

“-And not a single fucking mention of Cate or Sam.” Jordan jumps in, hatred clear in their voice as they say the name of their ex-friend.

Everyone in the room pauses for a second at the mention of their names. They still had no idea what happened to them before they were escorted off campus. Marie had tried to tell Homelander about what Cate had done, but he just stared at her with his cold dead eyes, quickly flashing red before huffing and flying away. If Marie didn't know better, she was almost certain that was a threat on her life. And if all those people hadn’t been there, then she'd be a pile of ash by now. Further solidifying the whole ‘nothing is as it seems’ revelation.

“Yeah… but, on the bright side, it looks like we're in the clear. None of our names were mentioned either. We at least don't have to hide anymore.” Emma's words grow more uncertain as she continues, the last words being mumbled.

“You're right.” Jordan shifts to their male form, gaining a few inches in height and crosses their arms. “But we still need to be careful. If Vought knows that we knew about the fucking woods, then we could still have targets on our backs. They could be watching us. Watching our every fucking move to make sure we don't spill anything.”

“But wouldn't they have done something by now? I mean sure, they might not expect an apartment in the middle of Brooklyn, but it's Vought. If they wanted to find us, don't you think they would have by now?” Andre retorts. Emma was right. They didn't even mention any wanted supes or anything. So they should be fine.

Jordan sighs as they shake their head, “I don't-”

“No.” Marie interrupts. “No, they're right, Jordan. I agree that we should still be careful, but it's almost been a week and we can't stay locked up here forever. If Vought wanted to find us, they would. And it's not like we could fucking stop them either. Definitely not if we stay in New York. But you heard the news report, we have a second chance. A second fucking chance to go to school and finish our education so we can actually do something with our lives. And I don't know about you but second chances don't come by often for me. I need to go to college and get a degree if I want a chance at a life that doesn't include being locked up for the foreseeable future. I can't do any good from here. We can't do any good if we stay here.”

Marie takes a breath.

“If we want to make a change and help people, then we need to go out and do it.” She stares directly into Jordan's eyes as she says this. Jordan wasn't planning to fight Marie on this anyway, but they were done for the second their eyes locked. Those beautiful damn eyes. They're not quite sure how they feel about the effect she has on them yet, but they hope they have time to find out.

“Fine.” Is all Jordan can manage to say as they tear their eyes away from Marie's. Jordan checks the time on the wall clock, “It's late. We can continue tomorrow. I'm going to bed.” Jordan speaks in a flat tone, walking off to their temporary bedroom, leaving the three of them in the living room.

Marie waits a couple minutes before getting up from the couch. “I'm gonna-”

“Oh my God just go comfort your themfriend already!” Emma exclaims as she shoves Marie in the direction of the hall that leads to the bedroom. Marie can't help but laugh as she's being pushed by Emma playfully.

“Have fun~!” Andre says in a sing-songy voice as Marie walks past them, flipping them off.

Once Marie left, Andre and Emma looked at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter.

—

Jordan stands in the dark of their small, temporary bedroom. Their arms are crossed as they watch intently out the window, eyes peering through the blinds. The view isn't much to admire. Just the end of a shitty, dark alleyway leading out to a dimly lit street corner. Jordan watches as people wander the dark, cold streets of Brooklyn. What the hell they're doing out this late, no one knows, and Jordan doesn't necessarily care either. Still, they watch vigilantly, waiting for something to happen, someone who looks out of place, eyes that might stare back. But behind those focused, observant eyes, are a million thoughts spiraling around their head, all focused around one person. Marie. The last few days Jordan hadn't been able to think a single thought that didn't connect to Marie in some way, shape, or form. Hell, if they're being honest, all they've thought about for the last month has revolved around Marie.

Marie Moreau…

She came in like a fucking heart attack. Suddenly, out of the blue, taking their breath away, and letting them know they'll have to make some life changes to accommodate. For the past week or so Marie had been their safe place. A warm comfort that kept them grounded while the world crumbled around them. The one good thing in the middle of so much fucking bad. But with the warmth, comfort, and steadiness that Marie brought them, came something unexpected. Fear.

They were afraid. Afraid of losing her. They almost lost her the day Cate went on her crazy ass rampage. They had just got her, and the thought of now losing her at any moment? The thought of Vought taking Marie and doing God knows what to her? It terrified them. Made them feel powerless. And they hate feeling powerless.

A soft knock on the door drew Jordan out of their thoughts, back into the

present.

“Jordan? Can I come in?”

Marie's soft, muffled voice still managed to bring some sense of calm to Jordan, even with the storm of thoughts berating their brain. Jordan gives a soft “yeah”, just loud enough for Marie to hear, as Jordan continues their vigilant search out the window.

Marie enters the room, slowly pushing the door close behind her, not wanting to make too much noise this late. She looks at Jordan, admiring their masculine figure, sharp edges softly painted by moonlight as they look out the bedroom window. Marie slowly makes her way across the room to Jordan. Once at their side, she places a hand on their arm and places the other on their back, slowly rubbing soft circles while enjoying the feeling of their soft, cotton, long sleeve shirt. Jordan leans into their touch, eyes threatening to close and succumb to the comfort.

“Hey.” She whispers softly, looking up at them and noticing the stern look on their face, their jaw tense and brows furrowed.

“Hey.” Jordan mutters as they attempt to maintain their focus on the two strangers standing on the street corner. Doesn't seem like they're doing much, just talking, but Jordan watched their every move regardless.

Marie realizes what they're doing, taking the time to observe out the window herself. “See anything interesting?”

Jordan huffs, “Don't tease, Marie. This is serious.”

“I'm not teasing.” She remarks in a serious, reassuring tone as she looks back up at them. “It's just… you can't stand here all night and expect something to happen. And you can't will it into existence if you stare hard enough.”

Jordan decides to remain silent, knowing that she's right. Which really shouldn't be a surprise at this point. Marie takes this opportunity to move her hand to their chest and lead them back towards the bed, which is only a couple steps back from the window. Jordan lets her lead them to the bed, dropping their head into their hands as they're sat down by Marie.

“You're right.” Their hands gripping their hair, hoping that would release the tension in their head.

“I know.” Marie replies with a hint of humor in her voice. She stands in front of them, putting her hands on theirs and uncurling their fingers from their hair. Jordan eases their grip as she does.

Jordan lets out a soft chuckle as they bring their head back up to face Marie. They take a moment to admire her, the moonlight framing her in a graceful light. Beautiful is the only word that comes to Jordan's mind. The word itself doesn't even do her justice. They bring their left hand up to cup her face, gently brushing their thumb on her cheek. Marie places her hand on top of theirs as she leans into their touch, quickly turning her head to kiss their hand.

“I'm scared…” The words just fall out of Jordan's mouth, barely audible as Jordan wrestles with their feelings. Something about Marie disarms them, makes them feel vulnerable as all hell. But they know they can trust her. They're safe with her.

Marie looks into their eyes, an understanding look on her face, and nods. “I know. I'm scared too. Like, really fucking scared. But we aren't alone in this, Jordan. We have each other. We have Emma, and Andre-”

“I know… it's just-” Jordan takes Marie's hand and moves it down. Marie moves to sit down next to them, letting their hands fall on to Jordan's lap. Jordan takes a shaky, deep breath before continuing. “This is the first time I'm worried about someone who isn't just me.”

“You don't have to worry about me.” Marie says with a reassuring smile.

“Well, yeah. I know more than anyone that you can take care of yourself any fucking day, but I can't help it. You just mean so much to me. You have no fucking clue how much you matter to me, Marie. You are one of the only people in this fucked up world who has cared about me in this capacity, who has accepted me completely. I can't lose that. I can't lose you.”

Marie does her best to fight back the tears threatening to fall. She places her free hand on top of their clasped hands, giving it a squeeze. “You mean a lot to me too. More than you can imagine. And of course I'm worried about losing you too, but I have to believe that there's a way out of this. Staying locked up inside all day, afraid for our lives, always being on guard? We can't live like that forever. We have to trust in each other to get out of this shit together. You don't have to do this alone, Jordan. We have each other. And I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

Jordan nods, “okay.”

Marie places a hand on the side of Jordan's face. They stare into each other's deep, brown eyes for what feels like an eternity before Jordan leans in and closes the gap. Lips lock, as they desperately hold on to each other, refusing to let the other go. The kiss, deep and passionate. A moment imprinted into their minds as they meld, moving seamlessly against each other, savoring every sensation.

Jordan switches to their smaller form as they move to straddle Marie, holding her head in their hands as they desperately taste every single corner of Marie's mouth. They let out a moan as Marie tangles her hands into their longer hair giving it gentle tug. Jordan moves their lips to Marie's neck, revisiting every crevice and curve they've had the pleasure of getting to know. Marie's moans only fuel Jordan, as they push her to lay back on the bed, hands running their way up and down Marie's sides. Marie goes to flip them over, moving them up the bed till their head lands on the pillows. Jordan shifts again, strong hands moving up Marie's body, making their way under her sweater. But before they can do anything else, Marie pulls away, gently removing Jordan's hands from her sweater. Jordan lets out a small whine at the sudden loss of contact, throwing Marie a questioning look.

“Is everything alright?” they asked, slightly worried they went too far.

“It's late Jordan. And as much as I would love to continue this,” she runs her finger up Jordan's chest, eventually resting on their shoulder. “We could really use some sleep. There's a lot to do tomorrow, and we haven't slept as much as we probably should have over the last couple nights.” Marie says, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Jordan sighs, hands resting on Marie's thighs, thumbs brushing back and forth as they contemplate. “Why did I have to fall for someone so responsible?”

“Who else is gonna make sure you take care of yourself?” Marie says playful as she gets off of Jordan, pulling the covers of the bed down and draping them over Jordan.

“I can take care of myself just fine, thank you.” Jordan says, switching back to their female form, as they take their pants off and readjust the covers.

“Oh really? So, you've never stayed up for a whole week studying for exams, forgetting to do simple things like eat or shower?” Marie saunters over to the other side of the bed, taking her hoodie off, leaving her in a loose t-shirt and pajama pants.

Jordan turns onto their side, propping their head up with their arm as they watch Marie intently. “Those were necessary sacrifices for success.”

Marie laughs, shaking her head at Jordan. “Contrary to your popular belief, you do need to eat more than once a week to survive” Marie pulls back the covers and shuffles into bed.

“I bet I can last longer.” Jordan chuckles as Marie playfully slaps their arm. She gets on her side to face them, taking a second to adore their playful smile.

“You know what I mean. Admit it, you'd be helpless without me.”

Jordan shifts to their male form as they pull Marie into them, nestling their head in the crook of her neck. “I'd be helpless without you.” There's an undeniable sincerity to their muffled words that Marie holds on to, knowing that they'll always be there when they need each other the most.

Jordan pulls back and places a kiss on her lips, kissing her as if they're sealing a promise, before pulling away. They both lay there, holding each other, getting lost in the depths of each other's eyes. Marie brings a hand up and starts running her fingers through Jordan's soft curls, relishing in the sound they make as they close their eyes in bliss.

“You're so pretty.” Marie whispers out.

Jordan's eyes flutter open, a small smile tugging on their lips as they switch back to their female form. “No, you.”

Marie softly giggles as she brings Jordan's head forward and kisses their forehead, leaning her forehead on theirs after pulling back.

The two begin to drift off to sleep, holding each other tightly, heartbeats falling into the same steady rhythm.

“Goodnight.” Marie breathes out as she feels herself being pulled into slumber.

“Goodnight… I love you.”

It takes a minute, but Jordan's eyes shoot open, finally registering the words that so effortlessly flowed out of their mouth. They expected to be met with that same shocked expression they are currently wearing, but they aren't. In fact, Marie just looks at them smiling fondly as she responds, “I love you too.”

“You… you do?” Jordan's face softens as a mix of relief, surprise and a bit of uncertainty rests on their face.

Marie lets out a short, breathy laugh, looking at Jordan as if they just said the most ridiculous thing. “Why wouldn't I?”

“I- I don't know,” Jordan nervously stutters out.

They steady as Marie holds their face firmly in her hands, looking right into their eyes with unmistakable certainty. “I love you, Jordan Li. completely and honestly.”

Jordan smiles. Genuine joy spreading across their face. “I love you too. completely and honestly.”

They kiss deeply and lovingly, solidifying their growing connection. Jordan situates themself under Marie's arm, head resting on her chest as their arms wrap around her waist. Marie holds them back, kissing the top of their head before they both finally drift off to sleep.

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That's the first chapter of NBTS! Again, I wrote this back in January and it was the first thing I've written in a while. But yeah, thanks so much for reading. I shall be releasing chapter 2 NEXT Saturday. Probably gonna release chapters weekly just so I can stay ahead with the rest of it. Again, this is gonna be a long fic, (I'm currently on chapter 8 and I'm just getting started). Speaking of, MASSIVE thanks to @paperdoll201 for beta reading this. She's been the victim of many of my thought dumps and rambles, as well as reading through the fic and giving suggestions, and advice. So yeah, please check her out. She's great. (And also a better writer so go read her stuff too 💜).

Much love 😎👍❤️

-PB

[p.s. each chapter is titled after a song, all which will be on a playlist made for this fic. I'm still working on organizing it, but I'll drop it once it is. Promise.]

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[enfantlunaire]

Dating 𝑬𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒓 would include;

I literally fell in love with her character.

↠ having your first sex experience with a woman

↠ lots of hugs and kisses

↠ late night movies sessions with a ton of snacks and sweets

↠ listening to old musics, singing and dancing on the couch like superstars

↠ whenever you have free-time outside of the school; hiking in the mountains, having picnics by the sea, travelling, going to the cinema and theatre

↠ sleep in on sunday morning and Emma preparing your breakfast; coffee, pancakes with maple sirup and whipped cream (your favourite), fresh squeezed orange juice, strawberries, grappes, apples and avocado toast with an egg on top

↠ Emma being your first fan and always being supportive in everything you start doing

↠ talking about everything

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「 english isn’t my mother tongue, do not hesitate to leave a comment if you see some mistakes, thx! 」

#gen v #gen v x reader #gen v x emma meyer #gen v imagine #gen v headcanon #gen v lizze broadway #lizze broadway #gen v gif

[incorrectgenv]

Marie: What's the status up here?

Emma: Fucked up, about to die, Jordan's a nerd. The usual.

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[freakshowtwopointoh]

How Long? - All I've Ever Known Part 9

Nothing comes of wishing on stars...

Show them a crack they’ll tear down the wall

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After a sleepless night in the bathroom, I waited until I heard a few students milling about in the halls before I left. I turned my phone back on and raided the nearest lost and found for a change of clothes. I found a random sweatshirt and shorts that smelled... off. But it's better than everyone staring at me as I walk across campus in my dress from last night. When I get back to the townhouse, Jordan is on the porch, halfway through a cigarette. Relief flashed across their face before it was replaced with annoyance and maybe... jealousy?

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” They asked, disdain covering the concern in their tone. They flicked the ash from their cig. I looked down at my outfit and brushed off imaginary specks of dust. With my silk dress shoved unceremoniously in a plastic bag, I looked less like a college student from a well-off family and more like a sad and unemployed tech bro. 

“No idea.” I said, making my way up the steps to stand next to them. A few months ago, I would have rushed inside. But I was willing to do almost anything to steal a few moments with Jordan - even sit in these stale strangers' gym clothes.

“Where’d you go? No one saw you after you took pictures, and then the power went out... we hoped you might have ditched before anything happened.” My brow furrowed in confusion and I turned to look back at them.

“Luke was with me up until maybe ten minutes before the power went out. He wanted to make sure I spoke to some of our dad’s associates.” I said.

“He told me he hadn’t seen you since he took pictures with you. He was convinced that you must have left before the power was cut.” Jordan replied, just as confused as I was. I shook my head.

“That’s a lie.” I said, my voice barely audible. I realized my hands were shaking. I sat heavily on the bench. My ears were ringing, the world was spinning around me, and I thought I might actually be sick. There’s a lot I don’t understand, but there is no good reason that he would lie about that. Every red flag I had been ignoring was being waved in my face. The truth I had been fighting for months was undeniable now: I could not trust my own family. Not with my dreams, not with my secrets, and apparently, not with my life. And I had to go spend a whole month with them, the longest I’d been away from Godolkin since The Incident. 

“Mouse?” Jordan’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. “You with me?” I looked up at them, unsure if I could even vocalize the tangled mess of emotions coursing through my veins.

“I’d been wondering why he didn’t call me. He...” I couldn’t even bring myself to try to hide my fear anymore. “Jordan, I don’t know what’s going on, but something is wrong.” I looked around nervously, trying to see if there was anyone else around and lowered my voice. “I keep telling myself I’m being paranoid. When the power went out last night, it felt like everyone around me - my dad’s associates or whatever - was surrounding me. Grabbing me, pulling me. I, you know,” I mimed pushing the energy outwards. “Pushed them off, and bolted. Spent the night in the performing arts library, hiding in a bathroom stall.” I took a steadying breath. “I can’t think of any good reason why Luke would lie about seeing me at the gala. I’m worried that there’s something I’m not seeing.” 

“Maybe he just wanted to keep me from worrying?” Jordan said, but even they didn’t sound like they believed it. We sat for a moment, rolling the information over in our minds. Our bodies instinctively turned into each other, seeking solace and connection in the face of danger. 

But the moment ended too soon. Andre came out onto the porch, we quickly changed the subject, and I didn’t get another chance to speak to Jordan alone before the winter break. It killed me. I wanted to spend another few minutes just sitting with them. It was the only place I felt understood. But they had a train to catch, and my parents sent a car to pick me and Luke up to take us to some house they rented with our aunt’s family. I was dreading every second of it. Last Christmas was two months after Sammy disappeared, and even then, my family sent me disapproving glares every time my eyes got watery or I got lost in my grief. I haven’t even been to my parents house since then - he had been erased from the house. Photos - removed. Bedroom - remodeled. Belongings - buried in boxes in the attic. I remember the day after Christmas, I fled to the attic, grief and sorrow wracking my body. I unpacked every box, searching for something of his that I could hold onto. Something real. But everything was cleaned - scents and stains scrubbed from fabric and wood alike. Some items were missing - donated or regifted, most likely. I ended up falling asleep on the rough wooden floor, surrounded by old clothes. Either no one else in my family noticed, or more likely, they didn’t care. Sam was to be forgotten - our story rewritten as if he never existed. Any violation of that rule was to be ignored, a social faux pas not unlike an unexpected yawn.

I wondered if anyone would even say his name. Would we do some phony remembrance to soothe my parents' guilt? Or would it be a repeat of last year? Like the mere mention of the dead was what brought grief into existence. But my grief burned in my soul, boiled under my skin, and it didn’t go away when I ignored it. It festered and rotted in my heart. I didn’t understand how the rest of my family could bear it. Sometimes I saw a twinge of it in my mother’s eye, or an echo of it in Luke’s voice. But that only made it worse, made me want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them. 

The break passed by painfully slowly, and it didn’t help that my nightmares were back in full force. I found myself ‘boxing’ with cement bags in the garage and wishing I could spar with Jordan. They were right - there was something about fighting a thinking opponent. Especially one as formidable as they are. In another world, I would have asked Luke to spar with me. We used to train together, the three of us. We mainly focused on utilizing our powers against “gangs” of training dummies or something similar. Luke caused a small forest fire once, and Sam would often destroy the training dummies after a few days. But after everything... 

Punching things also helped with my anger, which seemed to be constantly bubbling under the surface, alongside my grief and my fear. And not just my grief for Sam, but my grief for the life I lost, the future I had been working towards for years. And the worst part? Every lie, every signature, every interview or event feels like an insult to his memory. We planned our future together. If I could create a life he would be proud of, it wouldn’t hurt so bad that he was gone. And if I had to go through the lies and bullshit I was going through now, it wouldn’t be so painful if I had him by my side. But I was stuck with the worst of both worlds - everything was wrong and no one else noticed or cared. Except for maybe Jordan. Scratch that, I know they care. 

We had been able to talk late at night, when both of us were too anxious or angry to sleep. Never about anything too important, but hearing their voice was soothing nonetheless. Plus, it was incredibly cathartic to drink whiskey and bitch about our parents together. Like Christmas night.

“Still no one, Jor. Not even on Christmas.” I clenched my jaw, forcing the hot, angry tears back.

“I hope I get to meet him one day.” they said quietly, and I had to cover my mouth to muffle the choked sob that threatened to burst from my chest. 

“Me too.” I whispered. I took a long, shaky breath, regaining a bit of my composure. “How about you? Did your parents hold it together for the big day?”

“Eh.” They said dismissively. “But my cousin was here, and she’s a riot. I can’t wait for you guys to meet.” For the second time that night, I was grateful we weren’t video chatting because my face flushed crimson. “She and Emma together are like a tornado of blonde hair and chaos.” I laughed, unable to keep myself from picturing a literal tornado a la Looney Toons.

“That’s amazing. I’m so in. If both you and Emma like someone, it usually means they’re good people.” 

“You’re not wrong there.” They said, their voice light and teasing.

“By the way, we have to have another sparring session when we get back. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m losing my mind punching the same stacks of cement bags every night.” And it doesn’t work as well at getting rid of my nightmares. I think to myself. 

“That’s the easiest fucking deal I’ve ever made. You’re a fun opponent.” I giggled a little, laying back on my bed. I heard them suppress a yawn. “Alright, mouse, it’s my bedtime. Talk to ya later. And merry christmas.” I smiled softly. 

“Sweet dreams, Jor. Merry Christmas.” I said, and then the line clicked off. I spared a glance for the gift I found for Jordan, and I couldn’t deny the butterflies in my stomach. 

I had been wandering in town and I stumbled upon this antique store, with an old long-haired black cat napping in the window. As I wandered the aisles, there was a vintage motorcycle jacket with an eagle patch on the back. I couldn’t help but picture Jordan wearing it, pulling up on their bike with that smirk gracing their face. The woman behind the counter gave me a knowing look as she wrapped it carefully. 

“You have a good eye.” She said, smiling at me as she handed me the box. I nodded and smiled, blushing as I left the store. I have no idea how I’ll be able to act casual when I give it to them. My heart races and my hands get clammy just thinking about it. There wasn’t anything romantic about the jacket, but it still sort of felt like an admission in and of itself. 

But even the most intense crushes couldn’t stop the turmoil in my mind forever. I went to work out, slamming my fists into the bags repeatedly. My mind keeps running through the situation we’re in, reminding me of the danger always looming overhead.

We needed to be careful, but we were running out of time before they struck again. My brother and father have been more obvious over this vacation about their opinions on my attitude. They are constantly reminding me of the gifts I’ve been given and making passive aggressive comments about my less-than-stellar mood. It's clear to me that my father doesn’t think I’m doing enough to sell the story. But I still don’t know what they’ll do about it - how far would they go to ensure I’m a believable success story. And I still couldn’t figure out how much they were involved in - both my family and Vought. Was my father aware of what truly happened to me in the spring? Was my brother? 

One night, a few days before I had to go back to campus, I heard a news report that caught me off guard. A small group of vigilantes had been attempting to break into some undisclosed Vought Industries facility. The pictures they flashed were pulled from security footage, and the name didn’t sound familiar, but I wrote it down anyway. I can trust exactly one person right now, and I have a feeling things are going to get worse. If there’s someone else going against Vought, it’s worth at least a look. Jordan ... disagreed.

“I get that you’re desperate, but isn’t he a literal murderer?”

“Accused, from what I understand. But yeah, it seems so.” I said, hoping I sounded more nonchalant than I felt. “I did some digging at a cafe here. I didn’t find much.” I sighed. “I just... have so many questions. And no way to get answers. It’s infuriating.”

“Like I said, you’re desperate. I know. But don’t be an idiot, yeah?” I grit my teeth in frustration, but I knew they were right.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” I said finally, and then changed the subject. 

I was grateful that I had a few extra days with Jordan before classes started. Technically we’re there in an official capacity, to be available for our professors and whatnot. But I was just happy to get away from Luke for a few days, just to figure everything out. 

I got to the house first and put Jordan’s gift on their bed, too nervous to actually contemplate handing it to them. Like yeah, we spoke nearly every day over break, but it felt like my nerves about seeing them again only got worse. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, and it’s honestly scaring me. I always considered myself a level-headed person, able to keep my emotions in check. Even with the struggles of the past year, my grades stayed steady, and my friends and family noticed little difference. But Jordan. Jordan saw through me before they even knew me. And they’re real, genuine in a way that I’ve never seen before. I think that’s what gets me the most. Yes, Jordan’s insanely hot. And yes, they’re insanely smart and insanely powerful. But it isn’t any of that that makes my heart race or my stomach flood with butterflies. It’s their boldness, their determination, their integrity. They made me want to push myself harder, to prove myself worthy of their respect. 

All of that to say, I’m hiding out in my bedroom, spending way more time than necessary responding to emails for Professor Park. I had one earbud in, half-listening for when Jordan got in. My heart thudded in my chest as I finally heard the front door swing open. God, I’m pathetic! It’s just a fucking jacket, Mags, get it together. But I found myself twisting my fingers around each other, reading and rereading the same email without processing a word of it.

It was another hour before Jordan would come and knock on my door. 

“Come in!” I called out. Jordan came in, looking so hot in that jacket it was actually unfair. It was baggy on them in this form, but it looked effortlessly cool. I grinned, hoping to hide my attraction. “I hoped it would fit.” I said. 

“Dude, this is fucking sick. Where’d you find it?” I let out a shaky breath, laughing awkwardly. I thought after they got the gift I’d calm down, but I swore my hands were trembling slightly. 

“Oh, there was this vintage store in the town we were in. They had a super old black cat, so you know I had to go in.” Jordan laughed.

“Obviously.” They teased. 

“It was in the back, but the owner of the shop seemed pleased I pulled it out.” I paused, admiring them in the jacket once more. “And it looks much better off the hanger.” They winked, but I almost swore I saw their cheeks flush red. 

We spent the next day or so catching up and doing busywork for Park and Brink. Jordan and I were walking in a nervous silence back to the townhouse from a pre-semester T.A. meeting. Ever since I got back, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched, and it was all the more intensified in the evening light. We were a bit more than halfway there when a skinny, nervous man with curly brown hair and big eyes walked up to us, tapping me on the shoulder. I jumped, and Jordan glared.

“Margaret Riordan? We heard you were looking for us.” When he registered my frightened and confused expression, he added: “I work for Butcher. Follow me.” And with that, he started off into the darkness. I turned to Jordan, shrugged, and followed the strange anxious man. I heard them sigh exasperatedly before following me. 

“This better not get us killed.” They muttered. We followed the anxious man to a small navy blue sedan, where another man sat in the driver’s seat - he was more muscular with a shaved head and facial hair, and a surprisingly alternative fashion sense. 

He gave us a small but cheery wave, and we clambered into the backseat. He didn’t wait for us to buckle up before beginning to careen through the streets. The anxious man, who introduced himself as Hughie, looked resigned to the chaos, white knuckling the passenger side door. The driver introduced himself as Frenchie, with a thick French accent. He drove the car with one hand on the wheel, the other hand dangling a cigarette out the open window. 

We took a winding route there, listening to fast-paced french music as we drove. My heart raced, but I almost felt... excited. I looked over at Jordan, seeing their trepidation clear on their face. On a whim, I took their hand, squeezing it gently. They looked a little surprised but didn’t pull away. I ignored the way that made my stomach lurch.

When we finally made it to an unassuming brick building, Frenchie parked the car haphazardly before leading us inside, with Hughie trailing behind us.

“How did you find her?” Jordan hissed once we were inside, their eyes blazing. Hughie and Frenchie both looked uncomfortable, sharing a look that I couldn’t read. And then, my entire world changed.

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[gloomzi]

Okay one of idk how many(I've been asleep all day but now let me send these requests in!)

A more soft/fluff one can be where a afab reader comes out as bigender to emma one day. So it's three months into their dating relationship and the reader takes Emma to a bookstore which the two often did. The bookstore is a small family owned one and they'll go since there's a space in the back set up to just sit down and read like little bean bags and all that, so the two go with each other to just have a little escape. When reading emma notices the reader had drifted off because they had been staring at a page for 3 minutes, which makes emma check up on them. The reader ends up saying something like, "you deserve to know this, but it's one of the scariest things I have to do because I can't lose you" because the reader fear of losing emma is big enough to blind them from the fact emma wouldn't care. So when the reader tells emma, emma just smiles telling them "hey, I don't care for how you look or what you say you are. I like you for you. It's the you in the inside with the big heart, not to you I see on the outside"

(This may be based off me recently finding out I'm bigender and my love for emma🧍‍♂️)

im so sorry this has taken so long 2024 has thrown me for a LOOP...regardless, here's tha fic :3

WORD COUNT 1859

WARNINGS light angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff

When you and Emma had finally started dating just a few months prior, you had never expected an issue to arise so quickly.

Well, issue might be a bit of a stretch, since it was mostly an internal debate on whether or not to tell her, but if and when you did tell her, it could become a real issue and that was what had you stuck.

For awhile now you had been struggling with your gender identity, going back and forth with yourself about what felt right, what labels made most sense for you, playing around with gender expression and so forth. It had taken years and years of unlearning gender stereotypes just to feel comfortable with your own self expression, but now that you had finally found something that felt right, you didn’t know how to come out.

Maybe if you weren’t in a relationship it would be a bit easier—the risk of losing friends over your gender felt a lot smaller when you already knew multiple of them were queer. Hell, even Jordan was genderfluid, but something about coming out to your girlfriend, Emma, just felt so…daunting.

Because what if she didn’t understand it? Or if she stopped being attracted to you because of your gender?

Deep down you knew that was unlikely, she had always been open about her fluid sexuality, but you still felt unsure. Maybe things had changed or maybe she wasn’t as open to other genders as it seemed based on her past partners…they had all been cis after all.

Shaking off your worries, you threw your messenger bag over your shoulder before jerking open the door to your dorm. You had made plans with Emma to go out to your local bookstore, a common date for the two of you, and you weren’t going to bail over what ifs.

In fact, you were starting to think it might be the perfect opportunity to come out…

The bookstore had plenty of corners where you could just sit and read or chat quietly, the atmosphere feeling warm and cozy, almost soothing in a way. It always calmed your nerves to go there after classes ended and kick back with a book, so maybe it would work for this situation too.

Checking your phone, you saw that it was time to start walking over so you let out a heavy sigh and set to it. You and Emma planned to meet around four and if you waited any longer, she’d end up wandering around without you and worrying herself half to death. 

x

Jogging up to the door of the bookstore, you could see Emma just inside past the glass windows, a crisp new book in her hand as she read over the summary. Pushing open the door, the bell above it chimed causing your girlfriend to whip her head up, face splitting into a grin when she saw you had finally arrived.

“(Y/N)!” Emma whisper yelled in excitement, rushing over to greet you with a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “how was your day babe?”

You smiled lightly, grabbing both her hands in yours and swinging them lightly, “It was okay, Em. You?” 

“‘Bout the same…just a lot of professors droning on about PR and optics, you know how it is.” She sighed, squeezing your hands before dropping one, using the other to drag you back to a corner of the store, “I brought some homework to work on, but if you want to go find a book before we sit down, go right ahead!”

You nodded, letting go of her hand as she sat down and started pulling items out of her bag, “yeah, let me go find…something. Maybe I’ll be adventurous and try a different genre for once-”

Emma giggled, shaking her head, “Yeah, fat chance.”

You giggled as well, nodding, “yeah, you’re probably right—I’ll be back in a second though, you get started.”

You smiled lightly, stalking off to go take a look at different books in your favorite section of the shop, thumbing over the spines before picking out a few to test read. Though usually you’d take more time to consider which books you grabbed, you were still too caught up in your own head over coming out to Emma.

It almost felt as if it had to be now, as if waiting any longer would be a betrayal of some sorts, like you owed it to her. A part of you, somewhere way in the back of your brain, knew she wouldn’t be mad—she’d never even raised her voice at you—but you were just…inexplicably nervous.

Sighing lightly, you tucked the books under your arm before slowly walking back to the corner where Emma sat, already engrossed in her homework. Placing down the books beside your girlfriend, you slowly sank into the beanbag next to her, watching as she finished typing up a sentence before turning her attention back to you.

“What’d you pick out?” She spoke softly, voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb the other students in the area who seemed to have the same idea as them. They weren’t too close, but Emma didn’t want to accidentally distract them.

“Some of the usual, you know me.” You chuckled awkwardly, waving the books so she could see that they were the same sort of thing you tended to pick up, at least based on the covers. Emma nodded, cocking her head to the side at your tense laugh, before deciding to brush it off for now.

“Well, why don’t you get to reading? You seem like you need some time to destress…and I’ll just get back to…this.” She groaned, gesturing at her laptop.

You nodded, before leaning back into the plush of the beanbag. Pulling open the first book, you started reading—or at least you attempted to, though your brain couldn’t seem to get past the first sentence, leaving you to reread and reread as you tried to push aside your worries.

It didn’t take long for Emma to notice between your distant gaze, the way you had started chewing on your lip and your previous nervousness. At first she had chalked it up to anxiety about school, or really anything else—you could be prone to overthinking—but usually a good book and some time with her had you right as rain within minutes.

Now she watched as you could barely even read, your eyes trailing over the top of the page, pausing for an unusually long stretch of time, only to retrace the same sentence. She was getting anxious herself, to say the least.

“Hey, babe, you okay? You’ve been reading over the same sentence for like…20 minutes.”

You sighed lightly, closing the book and pushing it aside to wring your hands, “It hasn’t been 20 minutes yet, Em, stop being dramatic…”

Emma pursed her lips, sliding her laptop off her legs to grab your hands and hold them between hers, “not the point, (Y/N). Seriously, what’s up? You’re worrying me.”

“Nothing, it’s just…it’s no big deal, really.” You muttered, shaking your head, staring down at your clasped hands. Could you really risk telling her and losing this? Losing the closeness, the touch, the comfort she provided? The love she seemed to have in abundance?

“Well that’s just not true!” She whisper yelled, smiling at you softly, tucking some hair behind your ear, “If you’re so worried about it that even a book and some me time won’t relax you then it must really be serious, so let me have it. Give me the dirty deets, or whatever.”

You gave a humorless laugh, sucking your bottom lip back between your teeth as you considered just ripping off the bandaid. Tossing the thought around was starting to give you a headache at this point, weighing the pros and cons of just living with it and letting it eat you alive already becoming exhausting. On one hand, she could leave you, on the other hand, if you said nothing it would just continue to bother you more and more until you almost resented her for not knowing despite your silence. 

Fuck it, let’s just get this over with. You thought, heaving a sigh before looking up to meet her eyes.

“I don’t know if this is going to change anything and if it does then I’m sorry, but I think if I don’t say anything it’ll just make everything worse and I love you too much to let things fall apart just because I was too scared to say anything now.”

Emma nodded, her brows creased together as she leaned closer to you, allowing you to lower your voice even further so nobody else would overhear your conversation.

“Plus I think you deserve to know…I don’t want to keep lying to you because you mean everything to me, I just don’t want to lose you—I don’t know what I’d do without you, Em, I really don’t so please just hear me out, okay?” Your voice wavered, eyes burning as you blinked away tears.

Emma nodded again, cupping your cheek and giving your face a soft squeeze, her thumb tracing over the skin under your eye like it had done a million times before. Despite your words, how you were making it sound like you were about to reveal the worst secret ever, she was trying to comfort you through it. 

God how did I ever end up with someone as loving as you?

“So basically, over the past few months I had the…realization that I’m not- I’m not cisgender. And it’s really been a long time coming, but I didn’t have the right words for it, something just always felt off, but after really biting the bullet and doing my own research, I’ve found that I’m bigender and uh…I use they/them pronouns. I know you’re not like, transphobic or anything, but I’m not sure how you feel about having a partner that isn’t-”

“Sorry, honey, I don’t mean to cut you off, but c’mon-” Emma interrupted, rolling her eyes, as her hand dropped from your face. Just as your heart started to sink to your stomach she pulled you into a hug, your arms crushed against her chest at the suddenness of it all.

“I don’t care what your gender is, you should know that already…gender has nothing to do with my attraction to you, I love you because of your stupid fucking personality and your stupid fucking big heart, you know that right? You have to know that!” She chuckled, pressing her forehead against your neck, feeling your pulse hammer between her eyebrows.

You hummed noncommittally, pulling your arms out from between you two to wrap around her instead, nuzzling into her neck as well, “I suppose I do now…” You murmured. 

You could feel relief wash over you like a cool wave, your heart finally calming down as you found peace in her arms again. It was like nothing had even happened, the conversation in the back of your head now that you had her acceptance. That’s really all you needed for all your worries to fade into nothingness.

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[celianity]

Movie Night 2.0

Jordan Li x Reader

Prompt: having finished the movie, you and Jordan take care of all that pent-up energy

Warnings: cursing, basically just a whole lot of smut

Word count: 1.332

Author's note: thanks for all the love on Movie Night - here is part 2, I hope you enjoy :) ________________________________________

„Where’s your shit talking mouth now, huh?” Jordan’s voice echoes through the quiet of the hall, drawing you in like a hypnotic spell.

There is still a bit of distance between the two of you because they got a head start, excusing themselves to the bathroom five minutes before the movie credits rolled.

Their absence put you more on edge then you cared to admit.

When Andre and Cate finally left and Marie started cleaning up the aftermath of the watch party, you could feel the tension in your body building.

After the lights went out in your dorm room and you counted to a hundred for good measure, your feet hit the floor again. Marie’s breath was steady, but Emma watched you in the dark with eagle eyes as you tiptoed to the door.

“No glove, no love,” she whispered, scaring you half to death.

You held up your middle finger before disappearing into the hallway, where you’re greeted by a small figure at the end of it.

The exit sign above Jordan’s head illuminates their chin length hair and tints their fitted tank top light green.

Your gaze drinks them in, every alluring curve and dip. Even from the distance you can feel their eyes burning as they watch you approach.

Slowly, they pull their hands out of the pockets of their sweatpants, reaching automatically for your waist as you halt to a stop in front of them.

You dip your head slightly to even out the height difference, breathing in, brushing your noses teasingly. An intoxicating mixture of perfume, adrenalin and foolishness sends your mind spiraling. “Right here, all yours.”

Jordan doesn’t wait a second longer to take you up on that offer, stealing that hitching breath right off your lips. You suppress a moan in the back of your throat at the unexpectedly hard impact.

Their hand snakes up the front of your torso and sweeps along your collarbone until it rests firmly at the side of your neck, splayed fingers applying reassuring pressure. Their thump at the front of your throat makes you fear for your dear innocence. The other hand on your ass doesn’t help either.

Time to turn the tables, then.

You deepen the kiss, letting the pent-up tension roll off your tongue right through their parted lips. Tasting the peppermint tinge of their toothpaste and pressing closer, you wedge one knee in between their legs. Craving more friction, Jordan grinds against the clothing of your silken pajama bottoms and you’re happy to oblige.

Your hands split up.

One brushing along the underside of their left boob before cupping it fully. A sigh escapes Jordan’s lips as you both come up for air and you pinch their nipple between your fingers. The fabric of their tank top is so thin, making it basically invisible to your touch.

Your other hand is stroking up their thigh, playfully undoing the cords of their sweatpants, before slipping past the elastic band of their underwear.

This time, you don’t even try to subdue the groan. “Holy fuck.” Jordan swallows every syllable greedily as their desire wets your fingertips.

Maliciously slow, you push two fingers inside them, curl, retreat, repeat. They arch further into you, intensifying every penetrating movement by practically riding your hand.

The tiny voice in the back of your head reminds you to slow down if you don’t wish to end this soon. However, pushing them over the brink with just your fingers, still fully clothed, is an ego boost you can’t deny.

The assurance of holding their body in the palms of your hands threshes yourself dangerously close to the brink of coming undone right then and there in this fucking hallway.

“Don’t slow down,” they rasp as if hearing your thoughts, biting down on your bottom lip to hold your attention. The grip on your ass tightens.

“We’re just getting started.” You close your mouth around your fingers, savoring their taste on your tongue. “We should move this to your bedroom though because I need you to get naked right about fucking now.”

“You’re so goddamn hot, it makes me hate you sometimes,” Jordan bites out, nodding in agreement.

After planting one last peck on your swollen lips, they guide you by the hand to the nearest door.

Darkness surrounds you, sharpening your senses, highlighting your own desperate needs.

You hear a lock turn before two larger hands grab your waist, pulling you flush against a defined chest. Head turned upwards now; the new flaring up force of the kiss spurring you on. You feel like fighting the current of an ocean all of a sudden.

Those damn sweatpants are doing a terrible job at disguising Jordan’s hard-on, and it drives you crazy.

You clasp one hand around their cutting jaw, deepening the kiss, wanting them to swallow you whole.

The other one glides from their right shoulder over their chest and stomach, picking right up where you left off, enjoying every muscle twitch under your definite touch.

Right before reaching the elastic waistband again, certain fingers wrap around your wrist.

Hot breath fans against your ear, as Jordan whispers, “Your turn, get on the bed.”

The confidence in their tone sends a shiver down your spine, settling right between your legs which are now being pushed apart.

Scattered streaks of moonlight streaming in through the window paint their figure above you in pale light. With a catching breath, you freeze to admire them for a moment.

A smug smile tucks at the corners of their mouth, coming down on yours again after being parted for what feels like an eternity.

Eagerness is pulling the strings now.

You wrap your legs around their waist, guiding them nearer to where you need them the most. Tracing fingers and venturing lips won’t do the trick any longer.

You free them from their tank top to toss it somewhere onto the floor, ruffling their hair in the process, and finally loosen the cords of their sweatpants.

Physically restraining from letting your hand travel farther to encompass their bulge, you sit up instead to get rid of your own clothing, never breaking eye contact.

Jordan takes a quick dive into their bedside table to find a condom before settling onto their side, impatiently waiting to get a hold of your body again.

Briefly, you toy with the idea of putting on a little strip show just to tease them but the hungry glint in their dark eyes teaches you better.

“I want you on all fours,” they say, already moving behind you, warm hands grabbing your hips to pull you back in position. The tip of their hard cock at your soaking entrance turns your mouth into a desert.

“If you wait one second longer, I’m going to kill you,” you pant.

They grant your wish immediately, slamming into you with a force that nearly sends you face-first into the mattress if their splayed hands hadn’t held your torso upright.

These raw groans in the back of their throat zinging right through you, as you move in sync, pushing you over the edge a lot faster than you would have hoped.

Jordan can’t help falling apart at the same time, the view of your moonlit backside and the feel of your body around them being too goddamn much.

You flop down on your belly, content in the silence that follows, not caring about the mess right now. Jordan’s arms wind around your naked form, wrapping you in a full body hug. Their lips on the crown of your head are making you smile into their rising and falling chest.

“Are you staying over?” they ask almost hesitant, voice low and quiet in the dark of the advanced hour.

In response, you press a series of kisses onto their heated skin.

“You won’t get much sleep tonight if you keep on doing that.”

Your open-mouthed grin is a dagger in the diffuse light of the room. “I’m counting on it.”

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[24hlevi]

𝒢𝑒𝓃 𝒱 ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Updated: 1/1/2024

Who I Write For:

– Marie Moreau

ꨄ Christmas W/ Marie ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with marie

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ marie with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with marie would be

– Jordan Li

ꨄ Christmas W/ Jordan ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with jordan

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ jordan with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with jordan would be

ꨄ Sleeping In Waking ꨄ drabble ; gn!reader

→ waking up in jordan li's bed isn't what you expected after a party, but it's easier than confessing

– Emma Meyer

ꨄ Christmas W/ Emma ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with emma

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ emma with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with emma would be

– Cate Dunlap

ꨄ Frío ꨄ oneshot ; transmasc!reader ; NSFW

→ after a rough day, cate helps you feel better

ꨄ Lost In The Echo ꨄ oneshot ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ cate comes to confide in you after luke's death, and things take a change

ꨄ Christmas W/ Cate ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with cate

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ cate with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with cate would be

ꨄ Lonely Star ꨄ oneshot ; gn!reader ; hurt/comfort

→ cate is a lonely star in the world, until you showed up

– Sam Riordan

ꨄ Grounding ꨄ drabble ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ sam is always good for you, no matter what rules you set

ꨄ Christmas W/ Sam ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with sam

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ sam with a dom!s/so

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with sam would be

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[h0nkch0c0late]

I promise I have like two Jordan fics in the works right now!!! I just might not be able to finish them this weekend due to not having access to Prime Video at the moment (visiting family all weekend) and I forgot to get the app on my phone so 😔👊 BUT DONT WORRY THEYLL GET DONE! Please continue requesting away!!! Whether it's for Jordan, Emma, or Sam (Luke and the others are also included)

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ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── gen v masterlist

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[perpetualproductions]

Never Be The Same- Chapter 4:

Life in the City

- Marie tells Jordan about the crash. They discuss their futures. Jordan makes a call. Also, what happened to the table?

(Title song: Life in the City by The Lumineers)

CW: this one's pretty chill again.

3k words

<-Previous | Next->

Marie’s keys jingle as she fishes them out of her purse and goes to unlock the front door to her apartment. The moment she begins to push the door open, the handle suddenly yanks out of her hand as Emma appears before her. She gives Marie a quick welcome as she hastily pulls Marie into the apartment. “Hey Marie! Welcome home! I gotta go, don't want to be late! Byeeee!” She closes the door as soon as she's out in the hall. 

Marie is left standing there, very confused by her friend's behavior. I mean, she knew Emma was taking the late shift today, but she still had plenty of time to walk to the diner. Marie was a little late getting home because of the whole car accident, but still… strange. She turns away from the door, shaking off the confusion and is met with Jordan sitting on the couch in their fem form. They seem to have changed their clothes from earlier this morning, now sporting a plain white t-shirt and gray sweats. They are also holding a mug, taking gentle sips as they watch what looks to be Office reruns. Marie puts her purse down and hangs up her coat near the door, then slowly makes her way over to the back of the couch. 

Jordan jolts a little when they feel hands rest on their shoulders, but immediately relaxes when they realize they're Marie's. They look up and see Marie smiling down at them, the same smile finding its way into their own face. “Hello there.”

“Hi,” Marie replies sweetly, running her hands down Jordan's arms and lowering her head to give them a gentle kiss.

Jordan hums as Marie pulls away, a smile still stuck to their face. “Good day?”

“Guess you could say that.” Marie makes her way around the couch, sliding in right next to Jordan. She kisses them one more time before continuing. “I sort of saved a man's life today.”

“Wait, really?” Marie nods and Jordan puts their mug down on the coffee table, pausing the TV before fully turning to face Marie. “What- that's awesome! What happened?” Jordan says, genuinely excited for Marie. They know how hard it is for Marie to accept that she's a real hero sometimes, and especially hard to see that her powers aren't only meant for hurting people (or herself). They've seen her use her abilities to heal before. Hell, the first time they saw her powers was when she healed that girl at the club their first night out. They never doubted her hero potential since then. 

“There was a car crash when I was making my way home. I saw it happen right down the street from me, and without thinking I started running towards the two cars. In one car, there was a guy, who turned out to be a doctor by the way, and I healed a large gash on his head. He also had a broken leg, bone sticking out and all, super gross. But yeah, I couldn't really heal that but I stopped the bleeding.” Marie explained the whole scene, gesturing about, and Jordan was super invested in every word she said, smiling as Marie explained her great feats of the evening. “So yeah, he said he'd be fine, and he's a doctor so I trusted that he would be, so I made my way over to the other car. There was a man in the driver's seat, completely passed out, and I realized immediately that his heart wasn't beating,” 

“He had a heart attack behind the wheel?” Jordan interjected, eye brows shooting up in surprise.

“Yup. I mean, that's definitely a scary time to have a heart attack, right when you're driving. But luckily it was only the two of them that were hurt. I was able to use my powers to get his blood flowing again and his heart beating. Then paramedics got there so I backed off and came home.”

“Wow. Marie, that's amazing! Your powers are so cool. You're so cool.” Jordan exclaims, squeezing Marie's arms and looking at her with pure adoration. 

Marie smiles back at Jordan, loving their enthusiasm. But of course, she just shrugs it off. “It's not that big a deal-”

“No, Marie. We're not doing this minimizing bullshit. It is a big deal! You saved a dudes life, Marie! That's fucking awesome!” Jordan bounces up and down a bit, still grabbing onto Marie's arms and causing her to giggle at the situation. “Nobody else can do what you do, Marie. I'm pretty sure that doctor couldn't've saved that man's life as fast as you did.”

“Don't think he could've done much with a broken leg.” Marie added, getting a look from Jordan in response.

“You know what I mean. Just accept it, you're a hero. And I'll remind you everyday if that's what it takes for you to believe it too.” Jordan says with a tone that makes Marie think they might actually be serious about that.

“I appreciate the compliment but please don't actually do that.”

“Then say it.” Jordan says, leaning back and crossing their arms.

“Say what?”

“You're a hero.” 

Jordan and Marie sit there looking at each other for a good few seconds. Jordan raises an eyebrow trying to get them to go on and repeat the phrase. Marie exhales, giving in as she repeats in defeat. “Fine… I'm a hero.”

A smile stretches on Jordan's face at their success. “It'd be better if you actually believed it, but I'll take it.”

Marie mirrors their smile back, relaxing in their presence. It's not like she doesn't want to believe it, she just can't see herself as a hero. Not after everything that she has done, all the people she's hurt. She knows it's ridiculous and that all that stuff wasn't actually her fault, but it's just hard to break out of an image that you've seen yourself in for so long. Jordan and Emma both try to remind her every day how good of a person she is, so maybe one day she will believe it as much as they do. She pulls herself closer to them, moving to hold Jordan's hands in hers. “If it makes you feel any better, I do believe that you believe I'm a hero.”

Jordan breathes out a small laugh, “I can believe for the both of us in the meantime. I know you'll see it too one day. It's inevitable.”

“Inevitable?” Marie repeats, raising an eyebrow at the choice word. 

“Oh yeah, there isn't a future I can think of where you're not saving people for a living.” They say matter of factly, a bit of playfulness in their voice.

“Oh really? You've been thinking about my future?” Marie teases, enjoying the blush in Jordan's cheeks.

“Maybe?... just a little.” Jordan lifts their hand as they hold their pointer and thumb close together and squint their eyes. “But am I wrong?”

“I mean, no. Of course I want to help people. Save people however I can. But I don't know how I can do that for a living. There’s vigilantism, but that's kinda illegal without a license from fucking Vought. Which is 100% a no go.”

“Right…” Jordan nods along, understandably. “But, there are other ways to help people. Just think of how non-supes help people. Police, firefighters, doctors.” Jordan pauses thinking for a moment. “Wait a second. You'd be a great doctor! I mean, you can control blood. You know, the very thing that keeps us alive? Just think of all the people you could help. You can sense their heart rates, see if they're bleeding - internally or externally- or detect things in their blood. Holy shit, you could 100% be a doctor.”

Marie thinks for a moment, genuinely thinking over everything Jordan has said. They're right, they could do all of those things and more fairly easily with her abilities. She hadn't really thought about it before, all the benefits of what her powers could do in terms of people's health. I mean, she's healed people before, sure. Stopped bleeding, healed wounds, restarted hearts. She thinks back to the doctor she healed earlier today, what he had said to her about her powers and how useful they could be. Really thinking about it, it almost seems ridiculous that she hasn't thought about this before. She's been back and forth for a while on what she actually wanted to do with her life, what major she’d pick when she went back to college. What she could have a career in that didn't involve being a Vought puppet. She considered the force, maybe a PI, but a doctor… 

“I could be a doctor…”  she repeats slowly, looking back at Jordan, staring at them as she processes her thoughts. Suddenly, she pulls them back in for a hug, “Oh my god, Jordan! You're a fucking genius!” She pulls away and gives them a hard kiss on the lips, before getting up off the couch. 

“Uh, you're welcome.” Jordan looks up at Marie, smiling at the sudden outburst of affection. “I'm assuming you like the idea?”

“Yes! Fuck. I have to start applying to med schools. What are the best med schools in the country?” She looks around the room for a moment, searching for the laptop that they've all been sharing, courtesy of Andre of course. 

“Laptop’s over here.” Jordan says, pulling the laptop off the side table and onto their lap. They open it up and begin typing. Marie goes back over and sits back down, leaning against Jordan as they search away. 

—

The two spend the next couple hours doing what they've been doing for the past few days; applying to colleges and scholarships and doing research on which schools had what they were both looking for. Both of course applied to most of the Ivy league schools and other prestigious schools in the area. They didn't want to venture far from their immediate vicinity, opting to at least stay in the north east side of the country. Except this time, Marie actually knew what she wanted to do, taking her time to look through the best med schools and programs in the country, genuinely excited by the thought of being able to help people and save lives for a living, using her powers in a way she couldn't've imagined a year ago. In a way that Annabeth could be proud of.

Jordan on the other hand, wasn't so sure what they wanted to major in. They had enough credits from Godolkin to at least cover the general education requirement, leaving them the next two years to focus on a major. They debated on going back to crime fighting, but really hated the prospect of working for Vought. Maybe criminology? They always enjoyed their forensics class, but they weren't sure they wanted to spend all day in a lab for the rest of their life. They weren't too bad with technology either, so maybe computer science or cyber security. They even thought about taking the doctor route with Marie, but it just didn't seem as appealing to them as it did for her, and they wanted to let her have her own thing. 

There wasn't much that they could use their powers for. They were more made for physical combat situations. Brink had literally described them as ‘the perfect weapon’ before, which they were. Both quick and steady, hard to hit and able to take a hit. Offense and defense in one being. So they debated law enforcement, which would be like crime fighting without the supe part. They could help people, protect them, catch bad guys, and it wouldn't be under Vought. But… Vought was still the fucking problem. Since Vought exists, police aren't really needed as much, more there to patrol the public and if something did happen, they would call Vought to bring in the closest supe to deal with whatever crime was being committed. Jordan didn't want to be on crowd control while fucking homelander ‘saved the day’. So yeah, no point in that. 

Jordan started to truly despise their situation. Sure, they were very grateful for their powers, mostly the whole gender switching part. But if it weren't for compound V and all the other abilities that came with it, they wouldn't feel so restricted with what they could do with their life. There were only so many paths a supe could take. Become a crime fighting supe for Vought, a famous Supe actor for Vought, or be detained and possibly experimented on by Vought. Or you could try to be a normal nobody who keeps their head down and doesn't use their powers in public too often, in fear of Vought. So yeah, Jordan really hates the fucking world right now, mostly because Vought is in it. But over the last few months (especially after being around Marie Moreau more often), they realized that there are other ways to do things, they just had to discover them. How Marie just did with the whole doctor thing. But they were lagging behind, which just made them more frustrated. A phone call from their parents did not help at all…

It started off as a simple check-in. Jordan was very aware that they've been avoiding their family, but they were really just avoiding their parents (mainly their dad). Regardless, they did want to check in and see how their siblings were doing. They felt a bit bad leaving them with their ever bickering parents, but were happy that they finally didn't have to deal with it themselves. It's not like they could do much about it, their sister was 16 and their brother was only 12. It's not like Jordan could take them with them, and it's not like they wanted to or had to either. Their parents were annoying, but they weren't abusive. Jordan had their own thing going on between them and their parents, but their siblings were fine. They weren't supes and, as far as Jordan knew, they didn't have any gender fuckery going on. 

So yeah, Jordan called, talked with mom, talked about Claire and Matthew (sister and brother, respectively), talked about dad, then talked with dad. By the end they were having an argument with both their parents (as fucking expected), all about college and Jordan's future and whatnot. Jordan once again insisted that their living situation was fine, that they have a job, and are in the process of applying to schools. What their parents didn't take so well was Jordan's intention of no longer majoring in crime fighting and going to the seven. After about an hour or two of going back and forth (hanging up at least twice, just to be called back), their parents eventually relented and gave Jordan a deal. Basically, as long as Jordan majors in something with good future prospects that will lead them to a successful career, they would pay for their tuition. But they would have to pick from one of the options their parents gave them and stick with it. Jordan hated the idea at first, but one of their options was cybersecurity, and they had to make up their mind at some point, so they agreed. They gladly hung up for the last time that night, not before their father told them how disappointed he was in them for their life decisions, but that just solidified the fact that they wouldn't be calling them again for a while. 

A few hours rolled by and Jordan and Marie were done with applying for the day. It was getting late and Emma wouldn't be home for another hour, so they decided to pick up and head to bed early tonight. As they were about to make their way to the bedroom, Marie stopped and turned around. She had been getting the feeling that something was different with the space ever since she got home from work, and it hadn't clicked till now, exactly what was missing. “Jordan…”

Jordan stopped walking and turned around to face Marie, who was still standing in the middle of the living room, looking towards the kitchen. “Yeah?” They responded slowly, a bit of worry laced in their voice. 

Marie turns around to face Jordan, a confused and questioning look on her face. “Where did the table go?” 

Jordan moves to look behind Marie, looking at the empty space where the kitchen table used to be. “Table?... What table?” 

Marie's eyes narrow as she steps closer to Jordan. “You know, the kitchen table. The one we had breakfast at this morning, before I had to run to work?”

Jordan's eyes are wide as they try to come up with the best way to go about this conversation, and not really finding it. “Right… that table. Umm… I don't know. Maybe Emma did something with it.” They shrug their shoulders, avoiding eye contact with Marie.

“Is that why she was in such a rush earlier? What did you two do with the table?” She's just straight up asking now. 

“It's nothing bad.” They try to reassure her. 

“Nothing bad? Well that makes me feel better.” Marie replied sarcastically.

“It's really nothing to worry about… we're going to IKEA tomorrow, by the way.” Jordan adds.

Marie pauses for a second. “Do I even want to know?” 

“No. You don't. It's really not worth it.” Jordan says with 100% surety. They switch to their male form, their big brown doe eyes on display. “Can we just go to bed and talk about it in the morning? Please?” They plead with Marie. 

“... Fine. You're lucky I'm exhausted right now.” She says, resuming her walk towards the bedroom, Jordan following after her.

“I love you.” Jordan says as they enter the room.

“Yeah yeah, just get over her and let me cuddle you.” Marie says tiredly as she pulls her pants off and crawls into bed. 

“Yes ma'am.” Jordan says with a makeshift salute as they follow suit.

They both get into bed, Marie opting to be the big spoon, despite Jordan being in their larger form, but they don't mind it at all. The two cuddle together tightly before drifting off to sleep, Marie secretly dreaming of what could have possibly happened to that table, all scenarios sitcom worthy.

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I'd say you have around a chapter or two till things start picking up. Anyways, thank you so much for reading this far! I appreciate it very much. Please feel free to leave comments on your thoughts or where you think this story might go. It's a little early to tell, but I'd like to see what you think so far. Thanks again to Venus (@paperdoll201 💜) for putting up with my long Limoreau rambles. Appreciate it.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Have a nice day!

Much love, 😎👍❤️

-PB

(what happened to the table???)

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