#andre anderson x reader

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 5.

part 6 (out)

a/n: i've really fallen in love with THEM. i'm so far ahead already, spice will be coming in a couple chapters i'm suuuure. anyway, reader is making andre WORK for it.

also let me know if you wanna be on a tag list <333

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) negative views of sex, reader seeing sex as a tool rather than pleasure, implied sex, toxic ex's, drugs, drinking, angst, eventual fluff

word count: 2,009

It was Monday, three days after you had last talked to Andre. As much as you pushed him aside, unfortunately, you were practically forced for a sit-down talk. Cate cared so much about their group, and she wasn’t going to let this slide. You sipped your coffee, avoiding her gaze. However, you didn’t owe her an explanation. Andre, maybe. Yes, you probably did owe him one.

“I’ve got so much on my plate Cate,” you said, “I mean grades, keeping up this Cupid persona, and my roommate's drama.”

“Grades, normal hero profile maintenance, and your roommate?” she raised a brow with sarcasm dripping down her voice. “You don’t struggle with grades, and that hero persona shit is a breeze to deal with, and your roommate drama?” she rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself.”

Every remark was like pushing a pin into your heart. You sighed, slumping into your chair. She was poking at you, trying to get you to break. It was starting to work. 

“Noted,” you said, your coffee hitting the table, “any other critiques?” you asked. 

She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. She adjusted her leather gloves, eyes flickering to you. 

“Why didn’t you tell Andre the truth?” she asked.

Your heart dropped, knuckles going white around your mug. 

It was numbing. You’d hold onto them or the bed frame, following their motion like a dog. Honestly, you didn’t even remember it. Just their faces and moans in between the buzzes you shot down their body. This was the exchange for popularity. It didn’t feel like a sacrifice ever until you opened up to Ashley one drunken night.

“Oh my god,” she gave you a look of pity, and your heart twinged, “that’s like bad.”

You laughed, waving her off. “No, it’s not.” 

“ But your body language … do you even have a good time? Like–”

“Stop,” you felt the knot in your throat, “just forget it.”

“An explanation, I mean anything. You just left him there,” she frowned. 

“Oh,” relief washed over you. 

“Oh? Just oh?” she asked. She squinted her eyes down at you. “What do you think I was talking about?” she pressed. Your heart sank to your stomach, Ashley’s words ringing in your ears. 

“I I— oh fuck me,” your voice trembled. Your eyes got watery and you looked away. Feeling her protected hand over yours, your eyes flicked to her. The malice had melted away, instead, her features went soft. She said your name softly, making you want to crumble. 

“Did something happen?” she asked. You could feel rage and sadness building up in your chest. What right did she have over you? To ask a question, and you knew where it was going. They were the same questions Ashley had when you told her your story and your experiences. What would you even say? You were numb to most acts of sex? That your ex-boyfriend’s made you feel worthless? Fuck off. 

“It was all within my control,” you blurted out. 

Oh shit. You weren’t supposed to say it out loud.

“What was?” Cate asked. 

You’d said it so abruptly that you just assumed it was Cate, you looked down at her hand. It was still covered in leather, including her other hand. She pulled them back, and a twinge of guilt hit you. 

“You’re right,” you said, “Andre deserves an explanation,” you nodded. Her brows shot up. “I’ll do it in person, not texting shit,” you said. 

“Wait,” she said your name as you got up from the chair. You didn’t spare her another glance, knowing she probably felt guilt-ridden already. 

… 

“Fuck,” you said. 

You were going to talk to Andre, soon. It had been three days since you’d talked to Cate, and the guilt felt like an elephant sitting on your chest. Soon, you told yourself while looking for your roommate Ashley. Who invited you to this party, which is why you held one of those red solo cups at the moment? Surrounded by your peers who were hammered, just like you were. Your hazy eyes had locked onto Andre who looked so good like he belonged in this crowd. He did, and you used to as well. 

You felt so stupid but were struck with awe. Just watching him (like a creep) until someone pushed you. Breaking away from your thoughts, a very intoxicated individual gave you a muddled apology, as you scoffed at your wet dress. 

Whatever, you thought. You made it to the upstairs bathroom which had seen better days. Throwup, blood, and god knows what that white sticky substance on the sink was… You were trashed, Ashley never even came up to you, too busy partying with her new best friends. Pain engulfed your mind while you pathetically dried your dress. Tears slipping down your face, you were fun when you were drunk, not like this. You scrubbed and scrubbed. What the fuck was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you–?

Knock. 

“Just a second,” you said and unlocked the door. Andre’s teasing smile dropped when he saw you. Your heart dropped when meeting his bloodshot eyes. He immediately stepped inside, eyes furrowed. The hairs on your neck raised as you took a step backward. 

“What happened?” he asked. 

Your mouth was shut tight, knuckles turning white around the towel. He looked you up and down, a hint of amusement on his face. 

“Don’t tell me it's because of the dress?” he asked, and you shrugged. He shut the door behind him, the crowd muffled. He reeked of alcohol, his eyes glazed from something else probably. 

“Andre I,” you started.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said, “Cate told me she talked to you. I had no idea she did that by the way,” Andre said. Your eyes were on each other, and then he shrugged his shoulders. “Anyway, just wanted to say that,” his hand back on the handle. He turned away. 

“Andre wait,” you said, and he did. 

“I want you,” you cringed on the inside, devastated, that's how it came out.

“Oh?” he turned back with that damn smirk on his face. 

“I mean,” your heart rate peaked, face flushed, “I want to date but I have rules, Andre,” you said.

“Uhuh,” he licked his teeth, “what would those be?” he asked.

“I’m serious,” you said, your fingers trembling by your side. “We’re exclusive, we take it… slow,” you bit the inside of your cheek. He listened intently, “And… fuck I forgot the rest,” your head was spinning. The door clicked shut. 

“Exclusive and slow,” he nodded, and he smiled teasingly. “I can do that,” he said, stepping closer. 

You hummed, putting a finger up in the air, “and I probably have more rules, when I’m sober,” you pointed out. 

He took your hand in the air and interlaced your fingers with his. Inches away from his face, both of your faces flushed. In this gross bathroom, your subconsciousness kicked you. You stepped back, biting down on your lower lip. He raised an eyebrow, carefully looking at you like you were made of glass. 

“You have to take me out on a real date first,” you said. You still held his hand, and he clicked his tongue. 

“What’s a fake date?” he enquired. 

“Don’t be a smartass,” you huffed. 

“Fine, real date first,” he promised. 

There was a wave of silence and a knock interrupted you two (thank god). You shot him a nervous smile as you let go of his hand. Going for the door, but he put his arm in front of you. You halted, as the knocking got louder.

“Andre,” you were cut off as he shrugged his jacket off. 

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. Talk about deja vu, you took it and put it on. His expensive cologne wrapping around you. This one had embroideries all over and the leather was cracked. 

“I’m gonna start a collection soon,” you laughed, and he smirked. 

“You can have as many as you want, baby,” he said, and your heart fluttered. 

He gently pressed his thumb over your cheeks, wiping away your messy makeup. You couldn’t deny the way your stomach fluttered. His beautiful eyes were all on you, his tongue slightly sticking out due to focus. You stared at his lips and regretted your earlier words. Just imagining those gorgeous eyes on you as he fucked you. Would it feel good or would it be another disaster, ag—

“There,” he said softly, his teasing smile etched onto his face. “You sure you wanna wait till our date?” he asked.

No. Not at all. Fuck that. 

“Andre,” your tone was serious, you would make him work for it. He put his arms up defensively. “Anything for you, baby,” he said. 

“Get the fuck out already!” someone shouted outside the door, banging on the door. 

Andre’s jaw clenched and his lips pressed into a thin line. He let out a frustrated hum before taking your hand. He opened the door without batting an eye at your peers. They went quiet when they saw him, eyes wide when you followed behind him.

The house felt like a maze, Andre led you two to the front of the house. You were grateful to escape the hell that was some frat guy's party. You took a seat on the bottom stairs, breathing in the cold air. Andre took a seat next to you, digging through the jacket you wore. He pulled out two blunts from his pocket and a lighter. He offered you one and you took it. There was a peaceful silence, and then an idea hit you.

“Third rule,” halfway through your blunt, “you can’t be stoned on our dates,” you blew the smoke into his face. 

… 

“Thanks for walking me back,” you smiled softly, looking up at him. 

“Yeah yeah, of course,” he leaned against the wall. His eyes were fleeting over you. Your pupils were blown out still and splotches of mascara decorated your cheeks. You looked cute, even with your tearful face, you looked perfect to him. His prized leather jacket sat on your shoulders as if it belonged there. Andre was biting down on his lip, admiring you. 

“Bye,” you said, catching onto his thoughts. You wondered if he’d undressed you in his head already. Did he imagine what you looked like or did he know already? The warm bubbly feeling in your core quickly fizzled out. 

“Bye,” he smiled before you shut the door. 

Andre’s shoulders slumped against the wall, he let out a deep breath. He squeezed his eyes shut before fumbling for his phone. Muttering under his breath when he started to walk down the hallway. He opened his notes apps, creating a new note. Titling it as Cupid’s rules. 

He was hot, eyes aching under the fluorescent lights, still feeling what he had at Max’s party. Andre did his best to remember what you said, it felt like ages to hear what you were saying. Your lips moving but he’d gotten so distracted how fucking good– right, what did you say before?

exclusive 

slow

“real dates” what’s a fake date,??!

can’t be stoned on dates 

It was overall, easy. He read the list and shook his head. Scratch that, this was hard. His heart sank. He’d never had an official relationship. Always down for hookups, and dating for fun. Then there you were at the gala, and he felt something he’d thought he only imagined in fleeting moments. His heart rate increased, nerves long gone due to alcohol rushed back to him, and his face had gotten so flushed. You’d sat your pretty ass down next to him. Your beautiful smile going his way before listening to Cate. 

No longer was he thinking about his next hookup he’d just asked to leave, but you. He was smiling like an idiot to himself. When he got to his dorm, he collapsed onto the bed. His eyes still on his phone. The rules had been made. Andre intended to follow every one of them. 

[yameoto]

TOP TEN BENEFITS. JORDAN, CATE, ANDRE.

synopsis ; you and godolkin's finest go out for some fun, just like any other night. little do you know, is that they have a little more in store for you than just partying.

oh. also, you're luke's girlfriend��not like that's going to stop them.

✗ warnings ; dark!jordan, dark!cate, dark!andre, cnc, dubcon, intox, foursome, cheating, strap-fucking. wc ; 1.9k

DISTANTLY, you can hear voices. you're not sure, really; your head's all dizzy and groggy, and your mouth is so dry you wonder if you’ve been chewing on cement. god.. you really can’t remember anything. how strong were those drinks?

"we sure about this, guys?" comes a voice, echoing on the outskirts of your mind. it's familiar. masculine.. or feminine? you really can't tell—not in this state, at least.

"of course we're sure." someone else interjects, gruffer, this time, clearly masculine. it sounds a lot like.. andre..?

"i mean, look at her," whispers another, voices so low—like they're trying not to wake you. this one's higher, more feminine and— oh that's definitely cate. "how could we not?"

how could they not what? nothing makes sense—not in your foggy, hungover brain at least; one that you're becoming increasingly suspicious is addled by something stronger than shots. but that can't be right—you hadn't blown lines with the others, had you? no, you definitely hadn't. so why does your head hurt so fucking much?

"guys..?" you mumble, trying to sit up on what you distantly realise is a bed, the edges of your vision still blurry. as it adjusts, you're met with the sight of jordan, andre and cate all standing over you, eyes strangely lidded, gleaming. "shit— she's up," jordan hisses, grip on your thigh tightening, and its then that you realise your skirt is gone—the entire stretch of your legs exposed to the three of them.

"fuck," cate sighs, lips drawing into a pout as you feel her hand, bare hand, hover over your other thigh, head jerking up to face the others with a frown on her lips. "should i do it again?"

"no," jordan and andre hiss in unison, exchanging a meaningful look as their fingers twitch, restless. "c'mon, you know you want her awake for this."

"awake for what?" you grumble, head throbbing far too much for you to wrap your head around the conversation. "i'm too hungover for this." you swing your legs off the edge of the bed, reaching for your discarded skirt before two pairs of her hands shoot out to stop you. your vision swims, and with a disconcerting lurch you realise you're so fucked-up you can't even tell whose is who's.

"you won't need that." jordan mutters, breath hot against your cheek as they curl their hand around your wrist, dragging it firmly into their lap. what the fuck?

"sorry about the skirt," cate hums affirmatively, eyes drifting to the poor, ripped thing on the floor and you swear you see the beginnings of a smirk curl her lips "someone got a little excited."

"hey—" andre puts his hands up, not looking too sorry at all. in fact, he looks like he's barely restraining a grin. "don't act like you two weren't drooling—"

"touché." jordan interjects, eyes rolling yet looking entirely too pleased with themselves as they play with your hand in their lap, inching it up their own thigh. “you look better without it, doll.”

"warm her up, jordan." cate's eyes flash, gaze boring into the sight of you, splayed against the pillows, and you resist the urge to whimper.

"don't tell me what to do," jordan grumbles, but there's a grin stretching at their lips and you almost wonder if cate used her powers with the speed in which they comply. their loose grip on your wrist becomes inordinately tight as they deftly undo their belt, dragging their pants and boxers down in one, swift move.

oh, fuck.

"hold on— i—" you splutter, stupidly, glancing between the three of them and jordan's throbbing, leaking cock. it gently bobs into your hand; head pink, glistening with pre-cum and you just want to—wait, what?

you're dating luke. you're dating luke. a spike of panic sends you twisting, surprisingly lucid for a moment as you attempt tugging your wrists away—to no avail, of course. top ten ranking aside; you don't stand a chance against three supes, especially not the three of them.

"hey— shh." jordan catches you, eyes flashing for a moment as they slowly, ever so slowly, guide your hand back to their cock—grunting when your fingers limply wrap around their tip. "fuck, that's it.." they groan, head tilting back. jesus fucking christ.

you don't even realise it when andre drags your panties down your thighs—and your flush only deepens at how fucking wet you are. that has to be the high, right? there's no way—why else would your cunt be dripping into the goddamn sheets, like that? for three of your friends? boyfriend absent from the room, no less. a feeble, embarrassed whine falls from your lips, as three hungry pairs of eyes have no shame in hiding how much they want to fucking devour you.

"look at you, so fucking wet." ande’s voice comes a deep rumble, belt unbuckling with a click as he inches closer. his hands slide over your thighs as he moves over, all the way, and you make another strained noise as his cock hits your belly.

"i think it's cute." cate hums, eyes glimmering as she leans across the bedspread, hands wrapping around the base of andre's eager, bobbing cock and directing it towards your splayed legs. andre’s basically fucking trembling with restless need, cate’s own breaths shallowing, picking up the pace. "luke ever get you this wet?"

your teeth tuck into your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut because god, luke.. what the hell are you doing here? it feels like betrayal. it is betrayal—they need to stop—this is wrong—

you whine, making a choking noise as jordan’s grasp on your wrist steels enough to snap bone. you want to say; luke—? yes—he fucking has—i think—but you find you barely have the strength to moan, let alone protest.

“nah, i don’t think so.” jordan smirks, smug, as if they know exactly what’s going through your head as their hand guides yours; forcibly pumping your hand along their length. their frustrated growls of pleasure are enough to make you blush—let alone the feeling of andre’s hands roughly shoving your legs apart, spreading your folds open with two of his fingers. you whine, quivering, glazed pupils meeting his.

"fuck, luke's gonna kill us—" andre grunts once he finally rams into you, audibly groaning as you slam into the blankets with each thrust, inciting the most strangled little cries from your throat. it’s so much—you can’t help but thrash a little, under his touch. cate lets out a displeased hum, though at his words or his roughness you can't tell.

"what luke won't know won't hurt him." jordan counters from the other side of you, lips twisting into a grin as they bite into your shoulder, still moving your hands in thrusts along their length.

they keep shifting—each time you're distracted by cate or andre the feeling of their cock twitching under your hands changes to fingers sinking into sloppy, wet heat. it's ridiculous how hot it makes you, just jacking them off—but it’s not like you have any room to comment with andre thrusting into you like an animal, snarls coming out of his mouth as each movement sends you reeling with white-hot, carnal pleasure.

"move, you brute." cate interrupts, voice cutting through the blinding, purely instinctual pleasure of andre pumping you full like a rutting dog. her eyes glitter with an annoyance that give way to barely-restrained lust, and in your sex-drugs-cate induced haze (you're still not quite sure which it is, yet), you faintly register the plastic in her hand; long, thick, pink and fuck— is that a strap?

"not yet, cate, i'm almost done—" andre cuts himself with a guttural, bestial moan as his cock rams into you, again. you can feel it twitching inside of you; hear his breaths growing shallower as he grips your hips, so tight they might bruise. "oh, fuck—!" he groans loudly as he comes, thick, hot seed filling you up, hips still thrusting as he crams as much of his load into you as he possibly can. it takes a beat before he reluctantly pulls out, chest heaving.

"fuck, you felt so good," he groans, hands clumsily tugging you forward for a kiss before he's promptly pushed off before your lips can touch. "about fucking time." cate grunts, voice sharp, weight of andre on top of you replaced by two long, toned legs swinging on either side of your body, cate's hands running over that fucking strap at her hips. her lips curl into a smirk as your eyes—still glassy from andre's force—blink blearily up at her. you’re still so dazed, so adorable. she leans down to cup your chin. "you're such a pretty little thing," she murmurs, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, gaze darkening as she begins to prise your mouth open, gleam in her eyes giving away to sheer, unadulterated lust.

"open wide." she whispers, and that's the only pre-empt you get before you're choking on silicone, her hips bucking forward as she shoves herself into your mouth. her hands tighten in your hair, jerking you forward so that the entire length forces itself down your throat. tears spring to your eyes. you feel jordon's hands getting rougher as they use you to fuck themselves, teeth digging into your skin to muffle their own whines while your own, keening “mmfs—!” peter out to soft, quiet whimpers.

"you're so good for us," jordan moans, burying your fingers hilt-deep into their cunt, walls pulsing desperately around you. "so fucking good," cate assents with a breathy, pleasured groan of her own, back snapping as if it were her own cock that you’re gagging around. from behind her, andre’s hands are wrapped around himself, moving furiously as he arches over the bed. “you have no idea how long we’ve wanted this.” he hisses, one hand madly jerking himself off to the sight of cate fucking your face like she owns you, the other tangling in your hair. cate audibly moans, bucking into you further with a sharp inhale. "wish i could come in you for real." she mumbles, fingers running along your jaw as you splutter around plastic. she smiles, tilts her head up to look at jordon as they mutter something unintelligible, her thrusts increasing in pace, fucking your throat so raw, so good. "jordan's got something special to give you." she murmurs, voice honey sweet, hand dancing up your cheek.

you can hardly gargle a response through the strap in your mouth—but you don't have to. not when, with a resounding moan, all questions are answered with jordan promptly shooting their load all over your face, thick, hot strings of cum leaking around the edges of the strap and seeping into your mouth. they both groan, jordan slumping into your side with soft, intermittent pants.

"god.." they mutter into the crook of your neck, cate's thrusts slowing as she starts to loosen her grip on your hair; though not stopping, never stopping. "you're ours." jordan grunts, gripping your thigh with sudden, overwhelming intensity while cate continues jerking the strap down your throat, smile tugging at her lips. “ours." she echoes, voice soft—almost gentle if you didn’t know any better. she leans down, hand stretching out; smearing jordan's cum across your cheek in one, long, clean swipe. "fucking ours."

poor, poor luke.

[hughiecampbelle]

Gen V Preference: What They're Attracted To

Requested: what type of person do you think the gen v characters would be attracted to? or like what do u think they look for in a partner? thank you! - anon

A/N: I absolutely loved thinking about this my love!!! Thank you for requesting!! Feedback is always appreciated 💕

Luke values kindness. Nothing irritates him more than fake kindness. When people put on a show knowing that's what he's looking for. He can tell when it's genuine by the way you treat others. Not just friends or partners or acquaintances, but waiters and waitresses, cashiers, kids, animals, bugs, everything, and everyone. He spoons when someone gets up to give someone their seat on the bus or is eager to apologize when they know they're in the wrong. Something about it makes his heart melt. He instantly feels safe in their presence, knowing they're a genuinely kind, caring, and considerate person. It goes a long way in his book. He's always telling you how sweet you are and how much he appreciates it about you.

Jordan loves a competitive nature. It drives them wild, knowing you and them can compete in just about anything and everything you do. From grades to ranks to who can finish a milkshake the fastest without getting brain freeze or who can get the most numbers at the bar. When they see your features turn from silly to driven, they get butterflies in their stomach. Not just with them, but when you're training in the arena and you from joking around to being serious, they melt. Their own competitive nature has scared away past partners. They know it can be off-putting to some. Not you. You love it. Friendly competition never hurt anyone. There's nothing sexier than being pi against one another and not to get too NSFW, it definitely translates in the bedroom as well.

Andre loves confidence. Nothing drives him more wild than someone who knows they're all that and isn't afraid to say so. Whether it's knowing you're powerful because of your Supe abilities to sensing your intelligence in the classroom or knowing you're hot when you're dressed up to go the club, it makes him weak in the knees. Not only does it get his attention, but everyone else around you. Knowing you're with him, but getting all these interested looks and people's numbers, makes him feel so secure in your relationship. It's so hot when you walk into a room and everyone looks at you like they'd do anything to be yours. Something about it brings a smile to his face. He gets butterflies in his stomach when you show off, smile on your face because you know you're the best and you're not afraid of it.

Cate likes style. It doesn't have to be her particular style. She just loves when someone takes pride in their looks and isn't afraid to be a little out there. She has nothing against going to class in sweatpants and a t-shirt, but it does catch her eye when you're pulled together, ready for a fashion shoe or the runway rather than Crime and Statistics. She loves playing dress up with someone too, going through their closet and putting together outfits they never would have thought of. She expects her person to show up for date night looking 10/10. Looking like the fashion icons that you are. She loves when they don't care about what others think in terms of fashion. If someone makes a comment about them being overdressed, nothing is sexier than when they shrug it off or come back with a witty comment about being too fashionable for them.

Marie loves it when someone has quick wits. She wants to back forth with someone. Sometimes, people can find the sarcasm off-putting or weird, but she's such a big fan. The more sarcastic, the better. She's always murmuring funny, slightly inappropriate things under her breath. The fact that someone not only hears her, catching her in the act when others don't pay as close attention, but has something to say that's equally inappropriate back makes her melt. She gets all flustered, of course, trying her hardest not to show just how much she likes it, but everyone can tell. She's the only one who finds it funny or witty when you stay stuff that could aggravate others, but it's worth it to hear her laugh. Your friends can roll their eyes as much as they want, you do it for Marie and no one else.

Emma loves a sense of humor. If she can't joke around with you, she's not interested. Especially if you can't go along with the bit. She usually goes too far with the bit to the point that it's not funny anymore, but she doesn't care. She laughs from it, and that's what matters. She thinks she's hilarious, so if someone she's interested in doesn't laugh at her jokes, she immediately loses feelings. If you can't laugh with her at the dumbest things until there are tears running down your cheeks and your stomach hurts, she doesn't want you. She loves it when others are funny, too. Cracking jokes at the worst moments is the best way to steal her heart. If you can't take a joke about yourself shes not interested either. She grew up being the butt of the joke with her mother. She learned to laugh it off and expects it from others.

Sam really loves intelligence. Something about someone knowing a lot about a particular subject makes him smile his goofy smile. He could listen to you talk all day about things he has no interest in or knowledge of. When you talk with all that passion, it's the best thing he's ever heard. He loves asking questions, knowing you not only know the answer but as equally as excited to share. He's constantly in awe about your mind, the fact that you know so much and articulate it so well. It gives him butterflies, knowing he can ask you a question about anything, and you've got a pretty good idea about what you're talking about. It doesn't have to be traditional intelligence. It can be about anything. Just knowing all this blows his mind. He can't believe someone as smart as you would want to be with him.

[mostlyghoestly]

Oh my god! They were roomates! |Jordan Li

Request: Can i request literally any fic with jordan li PLEASE i have to reread the same fics 😞. Maybe where we are their roommate or something with them being jealous 🙏

Authors note: I try to make my fics GN but i tend to fem lean unless otherwise stated. Hope yall enjoy this fic!

Requested by: Anonymous

Tag list: @seggskink

Godolkin University was an experience all on its own, but nothing could have prepared you for the moment you found out you’d be sharing a dorm with Jordan Li.

Not that you had a problem with it—Jordan was one of the most talented student in the crime-fighting track, with an impressive control over their shifting abilities. After months of sharing a dorm, you had gotten used to the way they effortlessly alternated between forms, but that didn’t make it any easier to ignore the way your heart raced whenever they did. “Hey,” Jordan said, glancing up at you with a smirk as they lounged on their bed. “You’re staring.”

“Am not,” you shot back, turning away quickly, hoping they hadn’t noticed the warmth creeping up your neck. You had been roommates long enough to know that Jordan noticed everything.

Living with Jordan turned out to be a wild ride. They were effortlessly cool—sometimes infuriatingly so—and somehow managed to balance being charming, sarcastic, and genuinely kind all at once. Whether it was late-night study sessions, dodging rival students with egos bigger than their power levels, or sneaking out to find the best street food in town, life was never dull.

But the more time you spent together, the more dangerous your feelings became. You started to notice things you shouldn’t—the way Jordan ran a hand through their hair when they were frustrated, the way their laugh sounded just a little different depending on their form, the way their gaze lingered on you when they thought you weren’t paying attention.

You learned quickly that Jordan had a particular routine. Male form when they wanted to focus on lifting weights, female form when it was time to show off in combat classes. Sometimes, they’d switch mid-conversation just to mess with you, watching for your reaction with an amused glint in their eyes.

“You get used to it,” they teased one day after seamlessly shifting mid-sentence.

“I’m trying!” you shot back, throwing a pillow at them, trying not to let your heart race.

The worst part? You weren’t sure if Jordan knew about your feelings or not. They were sharp—too sharp for their own good—but they never said anything, never acted like they noticed the way your breath hitched when they leaned in too close or how you always found an excuse to be around them.

And then there was that night—the night everything changed.

A party at Brink’s old office had gotten out of hand, as most Godolkin parties did. You and Jordan had gone together, but somewhere between the drinks, the neon lights, and the pulsating bass, you’d lost track of each other. When you finally found them again, they were leaning against the balcony, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable as they gazed out over the campus.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, nudging them gently.

Jordan exhaled, shifting into their male form as they turned to you. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

You didn’t press, just waited. Eventually, they spoke again.

“What’s it like?” they asked. “Seeing me shift all the time?”

You frowned. “I mean… it’s just you. It’s who you are.”

Jordan stared at you for a long moment before chuckling softly. “You always make things sound simple.”

You shrugged. “Maybe it is.”

They didn’t respond—not with words, anyway. Instead, they reached out, hesitated for just a second, and then intertwined their fingers with yours.

Your breath caught. This wasn’t like the teasing, the casual touches, the easy friendship. This was different. This was deliberate.

“Jordan…” you started, but they cut you off with a knowing smile.

“You think I didn’t notice?” they murmured.

Your face went hot. “I—”

Jordan squeezed your hand, shifting into their female form effortlessly, their expression softer now. “Took you long enough.”

Your heart pounded as they leaned in slightly, waiting—giving you the choice. And, for once, you didn’t hesitate.

Being Jordan Li’s roommate was never boring. But maybe, just maybe, it was something more than that now.

[afro-hispwriter]

trying to find an Andre fic is so hard. Bc why is every is everything about jordan and why is anything anout him in Andres tag😂💀

[cicobuffs]

cate dunlap:

nothing yet!

andre anderson:

nothing yet!

jordan li:

nothing yet!

marie moreau:

nothing yet!

emma meyer:

nothing yet!

luke riordan:

nothing yet!

sam riordan: general character tag

nothing yet!

[tonixe]

GEN V

Luke Riordan x fem!reader - parties..

Headcannon with Cate...

[thegr33nc0met]

Gen V Masterlist

♥︎Marie Moreau

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♥︎Emma Meyer

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♥︎Jordan Li

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♥︎Andre Anderson

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♥︎Cate Dunlap

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Feel free to ask about other characters!

[stellasfictionalworld]

I’VE BEEN SEARCHING BUT NOTHIN’

where are all the fics for andre anderson?? that man is so fine, hello???

[bumblesimagines]

i'm not jealous.

i just don't like it when they talk to you like that.

can we be more exclusive?

Jordan Li

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN/NB!Reader

CW/TW: Semi possessive behavior

"Never did I think there'd be a day where the Jordan Li.. got jealous."

"I'm not jealous." Jordan barked sharply, the fiery look in their dark eyes prompting Luke to raise his hands in playful surrender.

Truth be told, Jordan was more than jealous. They were pissed. It was one thing to watch some oblivious freshie stammer through an attempt at flirting with someone way out of their league, it was another watching Andre Anderson purposefully do it with their fuck buddy.

The moment Jordan realized their feelings ran deeper than just lust and respect, they'd ensured everyone knew (Y/N) was off-limits. Was it the healthiest thing considering they weren't even dating? Not really, but Jordan would rather chew their own hand off than suffer through a rejection.

The soft cracking of glass reached Luke's ears in time to pluck the champagne from Jordan's fingers, crinkled eyes inspecting the cracks along the glass before gingerly setting it aside.

"Maybe, and just hear me out," Luke grinned. "You go over there and finally do something about this.. thing you two have going on."

Jordan shifted their weight from foot to foot, arms crossing and clammy hands digging into their forearms. "What if.. I.. I don't want to get rejected, Luke. What if-"

"Trust me, Jordan, you'll be fine. Now go before you end up committing murder, alright?" Luke chuckled, gently giving Jordan's shoulders a light push.

As they began making their way toward (Y/N) and Andre, their mind raced with what to say. They'd never been particularly good with words, even less with expressing their feelings.. but Luke was right. They had to do something.

"This party's fucking lame," Andre sighed, rolling his shoulders and sliding his arm around (Y/N)'s waist far too casually for Jordan's liking. His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Why don't we head back to the dorms and I can show you an actual good time?"

"Beat it, Andre." Jordan practically bristled, naturally shifting into their masc form and yanking Andre back by his collar. God, did they sometimes want to cave his head in.

"Hey, relax, Jo." (Y/N)'s voice filled their ears, their fingers releasing Andre and a hint of shame mixing with the irritation.

"Think Luke's calling me, anyway." Andre muttered, adjusting his collar and sparing the two one last look before slinking off.

(Y/N) watched him go, one hand sliding along Jordan's stomach before settling at their hip and tugging on it. Jordan turned toward them fully, eyes downcast and cheeks lightly flushed from their touch alone.

"What's wrong?"

"I.. I just don't like it when he talks to you like that." Jordan mumbled and raised their gaze off the floor, studying all the features they'd fallen for over the course of a few months. "I don't like it when anyone talks to you like that. I... Can we be more exclusive?"

(Y/N) blinked, and right when Jordan went to take it all back, they smiled. "Yeah, sure." (Y/N) nodded with a soft chuckle, leaning in and kissing the corner of their lips. "But I expect a real date soon, Li."

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 1.

part 2.

a/n: i love this dumb nepo baby who is trying his best. takes place sophomore year, and the golden/godolkin four are getting big. reader is referred to as cupid. 

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) implied sex, swearing, under age drinking, fluff

word count: 1,010

It was the annual gala held for Godolkin University. The start of your sophomore year, and time for the Student Rankings to move around again. Your mission? Make it to the top 5. Your heels ached, and your stomach wanted something more than champagne, but you were terrified of your dress popping if you did. You laughed dryly, while your mom’s gloved hand touched your shoulder. Your face already started to ache from the fake smiles and you excused yourself from potential sponsors. 

You’d given polite smiles all the way to the bathroom, then let out a deep sigh. You rubbed your face, fixed your makeup, and smoothed out any creases in your dress. Then you headed back out with your head held high. Despite the fact your mom lived through you, she still looked out for you. That pat on the shoulder was your cue to take a beat and come back with a non-pained smile on your face. You strode past the bar but whipped your head back to catch your peers at the bar. 

Luke Riodarn, flying through the Student Rankings ever since the end of freshman year. His arms were around Cate Dunlap, who was using a bottle of vodka to cover up her giggles. Your eyes drifted to Andre Anderson, son of B-tier hero Polarity, with an arm slinking around a girl. Cate must have used her powers to sneak them a bottle of booze and they started to walk away. Then Cate found you staring at them, and she grinned widely. She curled her leathered hands and waved you over. 

You took a step forward but didn’t move an inch closer. There was guilt pooling in your chest, but you shook it off. You’d guaranteed enough sponsors, plus your mom could take care of the rest alone. So you trailed behind the group and grabbed a pretty glass for yourself. You sat across from Luke and put your glass down. 

“So, Cupid,” Cate laughed, her face flushed and eyes glassy, “I’ve heard you backed off on the… y’know…” she tilted her head to the side slightly. 

“Fucking,” Andre finished the sentence for her. He poured you a glass and you nodded in his direction. 

“Andre,” Cate said hushed with wide eyes. 

“It’s fine. I got bored,” you shrugged and took a sip of the drink, “and realized I was a freshman whore,” you scrunched up your nose. 

“And your ranking fucking dropped,” Andre cracked a smile. 

“You should get a prize for that,” Jordan chipped in, “Fastest way to lose your rating, by the Cupid.” They had a smug look on their face and you rolled your eyes. They took a seat next to you and muttered a sarcastic “thanks.” 

“That’s why I wanna go for more of a… Aphrodite vibe,” you said.

“That’s not bad,” Luke sent a smile your way. 

“Anyway, this shit is boring holy fuck,” you rubbed the bridge of your nose, “I can’t fuck freely,” you groaned. It was true, now more than ever it was crucial. It could easily get political, and start unnecessary drama, leading to a plummet in your career (which hadn’t even started). You finished your drink and let Andre pour another one. 

“Well if you ever need someone to fuck in secret,” Andre winked at you, “I’m down.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you said and then frowned, “but you aren’t the first to offer.” 

That other girl from before was long gone, his attention now on you. Your cheeks were flushed from the good stuff already, but the way he inched closer to listen made your face burn. 

“Ooookay guys,” Cate almost tripped while getting up and Luke flinched to catch her. “I’ve snuck in, drunk my booze, and I’m ready to go. Byeee,” she grabbed Luke’s hand with a wide smile before disappearing with him. Jordan had disappeared from your side too. You looked back at Andre and you both laughed softly. 

“Shit,” Andre dragged out the word and then took another sip.

“Listen, Andre,” you started with your brows knitted together, “I appreciate your offer, but… I mean yes but… fuck never mind,” you looked over your shoulder. The dresses and suits were slowly dispersing. 

“No no sorry,” Andre caught your eyes, and you swallowed thickly, “I didn’t mean it, kinda,” he said. “I mean yes that offer still stands but– fuck-” he scrambled for his words.

“I get what you mean,” you stopped him from further embarrassment, “but let’s start by being friends,” you said. 

He looked a little surprised, but then his face melted into something softer. He poured out the last of the bottle. 

“Friendship,” he nodded his head towards you, and you clinked his glass.

“Friendship,” you grinned. 

…

You went to bed with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. Something you hadn’t felt since freshman year in high school. The alcohol helped numb out your mom’s bitchy comments towards you when you found her later that night. You fell asleep with ease.

When you woke up, you were immediately met with multiple notifications. One from an unknown number, so you opened its message. 

1:05 am

hey this is andre. 

1:06 am

i got your number from one of your old… friends? he kinda seemed like a dick.

You rolled your eyes, wondering which hookup it was. You never really had friends from freshman year. 

1:10am

me, luke, cate, and jordan were invited to this party. let me know if you wanna come.

You saved his number and started to type out a text. Annoyingly enough, you couldn’t decide on what to type. You spent about 10 minutes before hitting send. 

11:23 am

i’ll be there :) 

You set your phone down, and it buzzed immediately. Your brows shot up as you saw a text from Andre. He’d forwarded the invite to you and told you to dress nice but not gala nice. You were hoping for a more chill setting for today’s Saturday evening, but it was a party, right? Who could say no?

[yameoto]

need… more… jordan bots….

*collapses onto the floor.*

NEW BOTS ! GEN V gen v always has me gigglin kickin my feet blushing etc etc. this bot drop in particular will (hopefully) have something for everyone!!! and even if it doesn’t, well.. let’s just say half my motivation in fulfilling rqs rn IS so i can get to my gen v inboxes. so..

jordan li ✦ | you're their childhood crush. ✦ | you're brink's replacement. cate dunlap ✧ | clumsy bartender. ✧ | you don't give a fuck she's trans, right? luke riordan ✦ | your one-sided rivalry is cute. ✄ | revenge cheating is totally healthy. marie moreau ✦ | it's always the same nightmare. ✦ | she likes you more than a friend should. andre anderson ✄ | he's been cheating on you.

[hughiecampbelle]

Gen V Preference: Wearing Something Tight/Skimpy

Requested: Could I request the gen v reacting to you wearing something tight/ skimpy? I love how you did this with the boys ty💖 - anon

A/N: I hope you like it my love!!! My fave Luke was so sweet and I just know Jordan would get this look in their eyes omg!!! Also Emma would be so funny!!!! Feedback is always appreciated!! 💕

Luke would melt. You wear baggier clothes, cool and unique, but pretty modest. He's immediately speechless. It's your first time sneaking off campus, breaking curfew, and going clubbing. You borrowed something from your roommate, thankful they had the appropriate clothes for this sort of outing. When you walked towards his car you felt silly, stupid even, pulling at the hemlines of your outfit. Luke wears that goofy smile you recognize, the one that says he's all bubbly, no thoughts. He won't say anything outright besides you look great, but once you're dancing he can't keep his hands off of you. He loves what he sees and, selfishly, wishes to see more. To Andre and Jordan though, he goes on and on about how he wants to devour you, how starstruck he is, how fantastic you look.

Jordan's words come out compulsively. They see you at one of the many galas and just can't help themselves. Cate helped you get ready, realizing you'd never been to one of these things. They hand you a drink, immediately looking you up and down. They have no shame at this moment. Their mouth moves before they realize it. You hadn't realized they'd take this much of a notice over what you were wearing. You and Jordan even had a similar style: baggy, oversized, street style. They loved your outfits and said so a few times. Tonight, you were wearing something tight, skimpy, something that totally wasn't you. They liked it, though. They made sure you knew you have a good body and should show it off more often, that if they were you they'd walk around naked. Why waste the money on clothes? You just roll your eyes, used to the unabashed way Jordan speaks. They're upfront about everything, including this.

Andre can't keep his hands off you. He's instantly jealous of anyone who might even think about looking in your direction. You got mock-ups of your suit for after you graduate and you wanted to show everyone. Brink was the one to share it with you, to tell you that The Seven was interested in you, a sophomore. It was unheard of. There was still some necessary tweaking, mostly colors and fabric, but you loved it regardless. It was, however, a little more form fitting than you were used to. Or a lot. Your clothes were fashionably oversized. That's what you liked. Superheroes couldn't go around wearing baggy jeans and sweatshirts. He's mesmerized when he sees you, his hands all over you. While you talk about your meeting with Brink, he kisses you, leading you to the bed. If you'd known he was going to act like this, you would have made his visit the last. You still had Luke and Cate to show.

Cate is speechless. All smiles. You agreed to come out with her friends, to party with them at one of the off-campus frats. When you showed up, you were basically wearing nothing. You thought that's what you were supposed to wear, like it was the uniform of frats. Suddenly everyone had their eyes on you. People kept coming up to you, wanting to get you a drink, talk to you, get your attention. In the years you'd been at God U you'd never had this sort of reaction. Cate later explains, though she loves your usual fashion, it leaves everything to the imagination. This, however, shows off what they'd been wanting. She thinks you look amazing. Truly, you should do this more often. Used to the attention, Cate makes sure it's just the two of you. She gets you all to herself. She's not as handsy as Andre would be, but she definitely looks at you like she's hungry and you're forbidden fruit.

Marie stumbles her way through a compliment, backtracking to explain she doesn't want to sexualize you, before apologizing for the entire encounter. You and Marie agreed to go out clubbing with Luke and his friends as long as the other came along. While Emma dressed Marie, you found something tight and skimpy at the bottom of your suitcases. She's only ever seen you in baggy clothes so when you met up at the staircase in the freshman dorm, she was flabbergasted. On the walk to the cars she tries to compliment you, your body, heat rushing to her face, before she apologizes, unsure of what to say, how to say it. She absolutely adores what she sees (how could she not?), but she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or scare you back into your oversized sweatshirts. You laugh, thanking her, even doing a playful spin. You admit you're not used to it, showing so much off, but it isn't a bad feeling. Just new.

Emma states it outright: oh my god you're hot! She says it like she's surprised. And she is. If she had known you were hiding that kind of body underneath sweatshirts and baggy pants, she would have insisted you throw on the smallest outfit you could find. She laughs, saying if she looked like you, she'd wear nothing. Emma is pretty up front about her feelings and, though you love her, she has little social awareness. The two of you are sitting in your theater class while she says this. It was your group's day to show off your skit and the only matching outfits you had were tight, black, and skimpy. She was so distracted by the curves and outlines of your body, she didn't notice you'd grown uncomfortable, self-conscious. She later apologizes, realizing just how loud she was and how much attention she was calling to you. She stands by her statement though, you should definitely, at least once, walk through the campus naked.

Sam has no idea what to do or say. You and him had both been locked away. Since escaping, you've been under Emma's care. She lent you both clothes. While Sam got her oversized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, you were given a smaller outfit. Tight. It's all she'd given you, throwing clothes at the two of you before she went to class. Do I look stupid? You ask, coming out and showing him. It's been years since you've worn clothes that weren't sweatshirts and sweatpants. It wasn't as warm, but you didn't entirely hate it. Sam just shrugs, taking you in. He hadn't had a crush since he was a kid, back in elementary school, but looking at you now, in this outfit, he could feel butterflies in his stomach. He gets this crooked smile, kinda goofy looking, that tells you he likes what he sees. He's shy in your presence, too, like now you're all he can think about it. When you ask if you should change, his no is immediate.

[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?”

[stqrfirez]

── new bots! ౨ৎ multifandom ᓚᘏᗢ

୨୧ andre anderson ♡ fake dating.

୨୧ miguel o’hara ♡ soccer dad.

୨୧ hobie brown ♡ he’s clingy.

୨୧ quinn bailey ♡ i love you, i’m sorry.

▎ um hi.. i’ve been gone for a while, ik, but i’m finally getting back to making new bots 🔥🔥

[words-4u]

don’t shut me out - j.l

pairing: jordan li x f!reader

wc: 766

a/n: i combined the two requests bc they felt kinda similar but i hope you guys enjoy <3

(NOTE: your super power is the ability to transform into any animal you want)

you stared at the last message you sent jordan.

to j 💗 i miss u. text me when u see this pls

you had sent that text at 8 pm last night and it was almost noon the next day and you still hadn't heard back from them. sighing deeply, you locked your phone, stuffing it in to your backpack.

is it me? did i do something? you thought.

it might seem over the top reacting this way but jordan is so communicative especially at night so it was off brand for them to go ghost like this. you were going through the different possibilities in your head as walked the god u campus to get to your next class, you had almost missed your friend calling your name.

“hey, y/n!” 

you looked up and saw cate beckoning you over to a table she’s at with andre.

“hey guys,” you said with no excitement which the blonde found weird.

“did your cat die or something? what’s up?” she asked patting the seat in between her and andre.

you huffed and set your bag on the table and your head on andre’s shoulder.

“okay this is gonna sound so stupid but i’ve been texting jordan all night last and all morning today and i haven’t heard so much as a peep from them. i know the messages are going through, i just don't know why they're ignoring me”

“oh y/n. you haven’t heard,” andre begins. ”jordan’s parents are in town. we don’t know much about them but we know they are jordan’s least favourite topic.”

“i mean they’ve told me the basics but…” you trail off.

if their parents are in town then that explain why they’ve been so hard to reach. jordan's parents have never understood them, even worse, their parents have always made them feel ashamed of their powers which is ridiculous because it was them who chose to inject their kid with compound V and take that risk.

"guys i’ve got to go,” you said grabbing your bags and transforming into an eagle, flying off to jordan's student accommodation.

you knock rapidly on your partner’s door, once you arrive. “jordan, open up!”

silence.

you grabbed your vphone out of your bag and checked the “find my” app. “i can literally see that you’re in there so either you open this door and let me in or i turn into a mouse and squeeze myself in… your choice.”

you hear some metal clanging and something unlocked and in a second you were faced with your gorgeous significant other who looked like they have been crying their eyes out.

no words needed to be said between you before you dropped your bag and pulled them into your arms, rocking them side to side.

you let a few moments pass before you spoke. “why didn't you just tell me?”

“i’m sorry,” they said pulling away. “i... fall into this pit of self hatred when my parents come around.”

you guided them to the bed and played with their fingers as you shared your thoughts. “you know i thought you were ignoring cause i might've done something to piss you off or something…”

“no, baby” they whispered. “it’s not you. like at all. it’s them. they… they’ve never accepted my full powers. the girl version anyway. to my parents, i’m their golden boy and nothing else. i came to god u and swore that i would never feel ashamed of myself and would never be forced to choose one gender like my parents desperately want.”

“that’s a lot to carry by yourself, jord,” you move their short black bob out of their face and tuck it behind their ear. “i’m here if you ever need to talk. about any of it.”

“i know,” they smiled softly.

“and for what it’s worth i like…all of you,” you confessed which made jordan put on their sexy grin that you fell for.

“is that right? and which parts of me do you like?” they asked switching to their male form and placing you on their lap.

“hmm now that i think about it, i actually can’t remember,” you stroked your chin jokingly.

“how about i make you remember?” they replied, capturing your lips in an over due kiss. you breathe them in as you run your hands through their short hair.

you pulled away still holding their face in your hands. “promise to tell me when things bother you, big or small okay? i don’t want you to shut me out.”

jordan nodded, whispering, “i promise,” before kissing you once more.