I Love Them, Indeed

I love them, indeed

whispering "i love you" to your "lover" while they're asleep because you're not sure if they feel the same way but you really needed to tell them that

this screams Jordan pretending to be asleep and accidentally hearing reader confess her feelings

Only they actually love reader as well

THREE LITTLE WORDS

pairing: jordan li x (f)reader

contents: established relationship, love confession, nothing but fluff with angst, jordan being love sick.

note: thinking about them in love and happy makes me cry ok!!

It actually stops their heart. Like their body is cemented beside you, forgotten how to function properly.

Air stunts in their lungs—that haze that flows through ones brain as they’re trying to fall asleep, swept away by your words. 

“I love you.” 

A brush of a thumb against their cheek, a touch that they want to lean into, that they want to press their lips to, but their body refuses to let them. Brain refuses to work the way it’s meant to to have them open their eyes and stare back into the ones they know are looking at them.

Even when there’s rustling and you’re turning over on your side, your back snuggly pressed to their front. The smell of your shampoo brings them back to some kind of reality that doesn’t have their lungs deflating. 

You completely filling their lungs. The synapses in their brain finally sparking to life. Finally, letting air move through their chest as they breathe in and out slowly. 

Their heart following suit and beating rapidly and heavily in their chest. 

Their eyes opening, the back of your head a solace in this moment,

This moment where they don’t know what to do.

To say.

To act. 

“I love you.”

You love them. 

And fuck, of course they love you too. The longer they think about it, the longer their heart pounds in their chest, and the more images of your smile, your laugh, the way you feel beneath their fingertips flash in their mind.

They’ve loved you for a long fucking time.

Longer than they're even sure they’ve allowed themselves to grapple with. To overthink, to wonder, and to worry if you’d ever love them too. In the same way. With your entire heart, like you can’t breathe or think straight unless you know you have them—that's the way they feel about you. That’s the way they know they love you.

They've been completely enamored by you since day one, as silly and cliche as it sounds. Even with strains of hookups with other people. The two of you skirting around each other. Like fate was patiently waiting to push you two together at the right moment—a moment that would feel like a volcano bursting. 

Sparks, stars, explosions. 

They’re so sick with affection and love for you that their chest hurts. 

Any insecurity that has plagued their mind with how you felt about them, how you viewed them, has always been kissed away. Smiled away with reassurances and words.

You were an anchor to their loud mind. 

Support they’ve been craving and finally have.

But they still can’t say it back right now. Can’t pull you closer and whisper it against your ear or your lips. 

You thought they were asleep; they weren’t meant to hear it. 

There’s a fight in their brain as they debate if you really mean it or if you just said it to test it out and don’t actually like the way it feels.

Sounds.

But when they wake the next morning, their overthinking finally lolling them to sleep after hours of tossing and turning—when their eyes meet your sleepy ones, when you give them that groggy smile, they can’t help it.

They need to say it.

Need to tell you, or they might fucking burst.

“I love you too.” 

Perfection doesn't exist- yes it does. Look at Jordan Li and you will understand what perfection in this world is about. Thank you.

jordan + the gray tank top™

This is amazing, this entire blog is. Fucking perfection ✌🏻👍🏻😍

ahhh stop ur gen v fics are too good. Maybe could you write abt reader having some sort of like super scream powers and they’re dating Jordan

You're too nice, anon 😭😭🫶🫶 also when you said super scream powers I immediately thought of the girl from Danger Force so that's kinda funny.

Scream Queen

Jordan Lee x Reader

SUMMARY: you've always hated your powers. Sonic screaming to you wasn't as cool as being able to teleport or moving things with your mind. To Jordan, your powers were amazing.

WARNINGS: swearing, a very supportive gushy Jordan.

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You felt like out of everyone, your powers were the most boring.

Now, to the normal human eye, your powers were awesome as fuck. With just a scream you could knock someone against a wall or paralyze people by making their eardrums bleed.

Jordan, although not a normal human being, absolutely adored your powers. It was one of the many things that made you unique. Not to mention it was fun watching you throw Rufus around when duelling for one of your classes.

The only problem was that your powers absolutely fucked with your throat afterwards and you would go hours without talking just to make yourself feel better, that or Jordan would stick you in their bed and make you lay there so they could take care of you.

And today was one of those days.

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"Jordan, babe, really I'm fine." You tell her, voice scratchy, trying to lift yourself from her bed.

She gave you a knowing look before pushing you back down, "you are definitely not fine, I can hear it. Now just lay there and wait." They demanded.

You sighed before clearing your throat, flinching at the pain that shot through your body at the action.

"Where the fuck are you gonna get the tea anyway?" You ask, regretting your choice of speaking as your throat felt like sandpaper.

Jordan smirks, "I have my ways. Now just lay there, do not move or speak while I go grab it." They retorted before rushing out of their dorm door.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you waited.

And while you waited, you thought about the events that had lead you to that moment.

Rufus had been his usual, creepy dickish self, and had chosen you as the main target that day.

Unfortunately for you, Jordan wasn't at your side to save you, so you had to save yourself.

So, as Rufus continually tried to get into your pants (more so you into his), saying things such as "I'm much better than Jordan" and comments about how his dick was bigger and better, you had just about enough.

Turning to him, and screaming as loud as you could, sending waves at the boy so loud that it had began to make his eardrums bleed. He had fallen to the ground paralyzed, his eyes frozen wide.

You smirked at him being defenseless as you rubbed your now-sore throat, just in time for Jordan to find you, ans that's how you ended up in his room for the millionth time.

They were fine with taking care of you, after all it was part of the job description of being your partner, and all.

In fact they absolutely loved it, because it meant that they're attention was on you and only you. And she loved those moments where it was just the two of you.

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Jordan came back shortly with a mug of tea in her hand, sweetened with mostly honey to the point where you couldn't tell what flavour the tea was.

Your favourite.

It also meant endless Jordan snuggles so you weren't much of a complainer when it came to that.

It was the fact that you constantly needed care. Yes, it was only a sore throat, but Jordan continuously refused to tell you what her sore throat remedy was BECAUSE she wanted to take care of you.

"Be careful, it's hot." They warned as they handed you the mug, then climbed into the bed with you.

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm careful." You reply hoarsly before taking a sip of the drink, enjoying the feeling of the tea going down.

Jordan turned their body towards you, wrapping one arm around your torso and the other to entangle their fingers in your hair, kissing your shoulder as they snuggled close to you.

"You're too nice to me." You tell them as you take another sip of your tea, one of your fingers circling the rim of the cup as an unconscious fidget.

"Please, im the perfect amount of nice. You're just not used to this much attention, which I get." She noted, resting her head on your shoulder.

You rested the mug against your legs as you leaned your head against their's.

Jordan was right, you weren't used to all the attention.

Your parents had always been distant with you, making your nanny or a made take care of you whenever you got sick or when you used your powers because they were too busy living their own lives to take care of you.

And even then, those who did take care of you were absolutely terrified of you and your powers.

So when you had met Jordan, and first got into the relationship, the immediate switch of having no one to having someone was a big step.

"I love you, Jordan." You said after a moment of comfortable silence, your cup of tea half finished as you put it on your bedside table.

"I love you too." They replied, pulling you closer to them as you wrapped your arms around their waist.

Even during the times you hated your powers, Jordan somehow managed to make you love them.

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BOO another Jordan fic for you thirsty gentlebitches <3

if you look, you can tell - fushiguro megumi

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

Afficher davantage

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

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

Jealousy, Jealousy

Jordan Li x Reader

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

WARNINGS: some angst, jealous reader, clueless Jordan

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

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

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

But then, Marie Moreau entered the picture.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Cate who had gotten to you first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You scoffed, "Sure, she is."

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

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

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

"Nuh uh."

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

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

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

"Cate-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's okay." They replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he wanted you to know it.

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

No one is immune.

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

Hope yall enjoyed <3333

-your favourite Jordan Li writer (im kidding)

Yes. This is quenching my thirst for Jordan, thank you so much 😭🥰

Could you write a Jordan Li x reader with Taylor Swift prompt #25 please 🥺 hope I asked right thank u

you did!! everyone feel free to keep the jordan requests coming, i love them <333

PAIRING jordan li/f!reader

WARNINGS none that i can think of

It hadn't taken you very long to learn everything about Jordan from a distance. It took you a day to hang around long enough to learn their name, and a week to learn about their powers. Over the course of the last month, you've learned every single thing about Jordan through the grapevine and disregarded the possible stalkerish implications of that.

At some point, you figured, you should probably reach out and try to speak to them. But you weren't quite sure how to broach that, how to actually say something after months of keeping your mouth shut. It wasn't like you didn't have mutual friends, but something in you just made you want to keep your feelings a secret.

Part of it was more than likely the issue of how you met Jordan, or how you really didn't meet them at all. You'd seen them from across the room, but it didn't go beyond that. The second time, you had made eye contact. Since then, you've occasionally looked in their direction and sometimes gotten a smile in return but typically you've just kept to your own friend group.

Until today, that is.

The friends that you've made on campus have grown irritated of your constant questions about Jordan, they've become incredibly irritated by the fact that you refuse to speak to them every single time they ask you to speak to them. Tonight, at a party that most of your building is going to be at, you're being forcibly put into a room with Jordan. You just weren't aware of it until your friend brought you over to a table that Jordan was sitting at with one of your mutual connections.

"Jordan, have you met my friend here?" You glanced in the direction of the girl with her arm slung around you, your eyes burning daggers into her skin but her simply ignoring it.

"Not technically, I think." They seemed nervous, but you couldn't really see that since you were far more nervous than you would've liked to admit.

"I just think you two would get along great." You were being urged to sit down beside Jordan, a drink set in front of you before you were both left alone. You couldn't explain the draw you had to them. It wasn't like you'd ever spoken before, but now you were sitting right next to each other. Forced into conversation that you've never had the chance to have before.

"So, uh-"

"They're making us sit here because they want us to go out." It didn't even seem like Jordan realized what they were saying until it came out, a look of fear taking over their eyes for a brief moment.

"And how do you feel?"

"I feel... like maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea."

"So then maybe it would be a good idea?" You questioned, trying your best to not seem so nervous about this entire thing. As much as you wanted to pretend to be seasoned at this, the fact that you consistently stared at them was probably proof enough that you were anything but.

"Maybe. Maybe tomorrow, after your class ends at four?"

"How do you- I can't- I know your schedule too, so I can't say anything." You admitted, feeling a bit less nervous about this entire thing. Even though there was no reason for it, no explanation since you had never once spoken before, you couldn't help but feel like this was the absolute right choice for you. "Tomorrow night sounds nice."

"Just one thing, please don't tell my parents or- or like post it on social media. They don't really accept-"

"It's fine, my mouth is sealed." Jordan's nerves seemed to ease away after that. Even if you had to keep things hush hush from their family, and even if you had to get to know each other in a normal capacity while trying to maneuver the beginning of a relationship, you were still incredibly excited to actually be able to call Jordan your partner.