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Love it so so so much

can i ask for jordan li x reader where reader is really sick and literally hallucinating and they take care of her? 😭

oh my god yea that’s so T_T and me and reader are twinning because i have migraines literally twice a week amdkek. this is my first time writing in years lol + english isn’t my first language so be gentle my cutie patooties. also i’m so sorry this is kinda long hehe>:) some feedback will be so appreciated !!

Lovesick | jordan li

PAIRING. jordan li x f!reader

CONTENT. friends but crushing. kinda friends to lovers too. reader not taking care of herself bc of uni. jordan being whipped asf taking care of her. fluff.

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Midterms just ended. You were finally free. But the thing is, all the stress of the week was relaying on your system today. Your head was hurting like crazy for two days now, and you couldn’t find a way to get rid of it.

This had happened before though, you weren’t good at handling stress so headaches were kinda your thing now. So, what could you do? Just sit and wait for it to stop? With all the study and homework you needed to do? No way.

You rubbed your eyes as you stood up from your bed, your roommate and friend, Cate, was still sleeping just as tired as you from all the shitty exams of the past week. You smiled as she mumbled in her sleep, quickly changing your clothes in something comfortable, hoping it will help you or at least make it through the day.

You grabbed your bag and your keys as you walked out of your dorm, wanting to be early for class today even tho you were already two hours early. You said goodbye to Cate even though she was too asleep to listen. Then, you walked to the nearest bathroom to do your daily hygiene routine when your head started hurting, harder this time.

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Marie laughed as she saw Cate laying on the gym’s floor after their workout routine, exhausted.

“I have to admit, I don’t get the hype about working out and shit.” She giggled as she drank water, taking deep breaths in between.

“Well, now we know who’s not coming tomorrow.” Jordan said as appeared from behind the machines, drying their sweat with a towel. “Uh, by the way, have you seen (Y/N)?” They said, trying to play it cool but everyone could see worry in their eyes.

“I was about to asked you guys the same thing” Cate sat down, grabbing her bottle of water as well.

“Aren’t you her roommate? She didn’t go to any classes today and she doesn’t even read my texts.” Jordan took out their phone again, checking on their lock screen if they had a text from her.

“I mean, yes but when I woke up this morning she wasn’t there” Cate spoke softly, starting to get worried too, she tried to remember if you said something to her last night about going out. “Wait, when I woke up I found pill wrappers on her desk” She looked at Jordan.

That was enough for them to know that something is wrong. They just nodded, as they walked away from the gym.

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“(Y/N)?” Jordan spoke up as they walked around the hallways, speeding up their steps.

They already checked on your dorm, on almost every bathroom. You weren’t anywhere to be found.

Suddenly their brain connected the dots, making them run to their own dorm, being their last option. When they were close, they finally saw you, you were going to their dorm as well.

You had your fingers on your temples, massaging them as you walked to Jordan’s dorm, praying that they will be there.

“(Y/N)!” You heard someone running to you. Well, not someone, it was Jordan, you could recognize them even by the sound of their steps. You tried to turn around, when you felt a twinge run through all your forehead, you winced in pain.

“Wow, easy” Jordan said as they grabbed your shoulder, softly. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you picking up my calls and answering my texts? Why you didn’t show up to class?” Jordan was so worried that they didn’t notice the fact that you weren’t even listening to them, you had your eyes closed when they starting asking you questions.

“Jor, wait.” You mumbled as you opened your eyes, connecting your gaze with theirs. “Please, speak softly, I feel like I’m about to faint or something” You said, taking deep breaths as the pain in your head increased. “I’m feeling dizzy, damn. I really wanted to go but i just couldn’t.”

Jordan widened their eyes a bit, grabbing you by your waist because they could swear that you were about to fall in any minute. “Why didn’t you tell me? You could use your phone sometimes, that would be so cool. Come on.” They said quietly, scolding you anyways. You giggled a bit at their sassyness, walking with them to their room.

They walked you to their bed, putting you so softly on there. They were always so delicate with you. “I’ll bring you water and some medicine. Have you eaten anything today? Yeah I guess not, I will bring food too” They said, as they put a blanket on you. “You need to take care of yourself more, love, you can’t be doing shit like this, I was so worried.” You smiled as they called you ‘love’, making your whole body shivered.

Maybe it was the pain of your headache, or maybe it was them, being so caring and worried about you that made you feel more dizzy.

“You are always so good to me.” You mumbled as you hugged one of their pillows, closing your eyes.

“If you weren’t so cute, I’d probably beat you ass right now” Jordan smiled as they were about to go out to grab the things they needed, closing the door behind them. They could feel their cheeks blushing a bit, but they pushed away those feelings, you were sick and they have to take care of you, that’s the most important thing right now.

Once they go back to their dorm with all the stuff they got, they heard your complaints, watching how you put a pillow over your face.

“Hey, how are you feeling? i got your meds.” they murmured, not wanting to make you feel worst.

“Please, Jordan, put me out of my misery i can’t take this anymore.” you complained once more, hearing them chuckle.

“Sadly i can’t, i’m so sorry” They handed you a bottle of water with some pills as you sat down. You grabbed the bottle, wanting to open it, clearly falling.

“Stupid shit, this fucking bottle i swear…” Jordan kept laughing as they took the bottle from you, opening it like it was nothing. “Thank you” you mumbled, taking the pills.

“I got you some food too.” Jordan sat next to you, stroking your hair softly. “You’re going to get better, i promise” They kissed your forehead this time.

“I know…” you made a pause. “I just got so overwhelmed over the exams, plus i have the bad habit of distancing myself from everyone when i feel sick so…” you smiled again at them, feeling their gaze exploring your face.

“You don’t have to go through that alone, we have each other’s back, you know” Jordan pulled you close to them as they hugged you by your shoulders. “And maybe, in midterms or finals we could…” they made a pause, taking a deep breath. “Maybe we could do study dates, it could be less difficult like that”

Your eyes connected to them again, you felt your heart sink as they talk. They just confessed their feelings towards you? Suddenly you felt your pain go away, excitement and nervousness running through your body.

You both know you liked each other, you weren’t dumb. The way you always treat each other differently comparing to your other friends, the way you both enjoy your company so much, the way you could find each other in a room even when it’s crowded.

“Study dates? Like, dates dates or just dates? Like friendly dates…” You said quickly, failing to hide your nervousness.

“I think you know what i mean, like, you are the smartest person i know” Their big dark brown eyes were on you as they smiled slyly. “I could do this for my friends, you know. But this is different.” Jordan caressed your cheek, making your whole face feel hot.

You nodded, licking your lips a bit. “I know, we are… clearly something else.” You sighed this time, closing your eyes as you enjoyed their touch. “Jordan, you already know, i like you” you touched them too, running your fingertips through their neck softly. “You don’t know how much you mean to me, taking care of me like this even when i’m grumpy as fuck.” You made them laugh.

“In that case…” They whispered, pulling you close to them. They pressed their lips to yours, kissing you softly with so much love in their touch. Running one of their hands to your lower back, pulling you even closer.

The chemistry you two have was amazing and that kiss was a very good example of that.

Once you both pulled away, wanting some air, all you could see was your both faces red as hell.

“I like you too, (Y/N).” Their smiled was bright as they took your hands, leaving a kiss on them. “I’ll be here, always, i’ll take care of you.”

And just like that, all the pain was gone. And sure, maybe the pills actually helped, but deep down you knew that having them close to you, by your side, could erase any bad feeling you had.

✨Amazing✨

Nosebleed

Request: hello! good morning/afternoon/night! I was wondering if I could request something from jordan li x fem!reader (established relationship), something like the reader is very very clingy and shy, she is stuck with them all day and it is very strange not to see them together, and Jordan becomes very soft only with her. Maybe Marie's reaction like she was surprised that someone like Jordan could be so soft. Obviously only if you feel comfortable!

AN: I realized when editing I missed some of the prompt but I did get an established relationship w soft Jordan in front of Marie. Still working in the 3k fic but I wanted to do something short and sweet.

CW: Nose bleeds and descriptions of blood, no beta

WC: 0.7k

The situation may feel claustrophobic but the spaced-out seating makes you feel comfortable. Jordan is sitting your your left, Marie to your right for some fun first-year elective about Voughts CEO - Ashley 101. You and Jordan are taking it as a GPA booster. 

To you, Marie is a bonus. You recognized her on the second day of class and called her over, offering a seat next to you. Seating was a free-for-all, especially with most people blowing off this class, but you like her company. It was nice to sit and talk with her before class started. Jordan didn’t feel the same way but kept their opinion to themselves.

“I heard Ashley and the director of the Dwan of the Seven had an affair,” you say, pulling your notebook out of your bag and a few pens. Jordan doesn’t respond past a noncommittal hum, but Marie is wide-eyed in fascination. 

“Emma’s mom told her that Ashley trying to make a documentary about her life,” Marie tells you. You cock your head to the side. 

“Emma’s your roommate right?” you ask. You've heard Merie talk about an Emma but you can’t figure out who she is. You feel Jordan subtly nudge your arm with your elbow, but you ignore them. 

“Yeah. She's in the Crimson Countess school of acting.” Marie says. 

“She’s in Counting.” Jordan pips up. You press your foot against theirs in a silent warning to leave Marie alone. 

Marie shifts in her seat slightly, eyes narrowing in slightly on yours. You can see her thinking, mind racing. What Jordan said is a dick move because no way a first-year would know specific Godolkin slang, it's not horrific. 

“You have a nosebleed.” She tells you, quickly and quietly. You touch your thumb to your nostril to check. Your thumb comes away clean, and you frown slightly. Twisting in your seat, you face Jordan, wanting them to examine your face. 

Hyperaware of your nose you can start to feel the blood slowly trickle down and out. You’re sure your eyes are wide in shock trying to stop the nosebleed by holding your finger up to stench the flow of blood. Your plan is failing, crimson liquid trickling down your finger. 

“Babe! Are you okay?” Jordan asks softly, not wanting to draw attention to you. The pet name and softness probably seem out of place to Marie. 

“I have tissues in the outer pocket of my bag,” you say, twisting your hand so your mouth is free you try to speak. Jordan's eyes flick from your face to behind your shoulder to Marie. 

You feel your bag be tugged by your feet but ignore it. Jordan pulls your arm away slowly, eyes narrowing in on your nose and lips. The bleeding has slowed but you still feel a small swell of blood hit your lips. 

The pack of tissues slides in front of you to Jordan. They take one from the crinkling packet and press it against your nose. With their free hand, they manoeuvre yours to hold the tissue in place. 

Gently, they place their hand on your chin, tilting your face up. You frown at the coppery taste now in the back of your throat and the warm sensation there. 

“You tilt down for a nosebleed.” Marie corrects. Out of the three of you, she would have the most experience you assume. Jordan follows through, hand now on the back of your neck tipping your face forwards, allowing the blood to flow out of your nose easier. You try to wipe the blood of off your lips with a clean tissue. 

“Thanks, Marie.” You say kindly, sneaking a peak at her under Jordan’s hold. She nods and flashes you a tight smile. You worry it's because she thinks you’re weirded out that she told you you’re bleeding. But then you see her eyes dart to Jordan and that makes more sense. You forgot Jordan in public varies from the Jordan you get to see.  

“Thanks, Jord.” You move your head back to Jordan, angle funny as you’re looking up from where they’re holding you. Under the desk, you feel their fingers twisting around yours, squeezing in a silent you’re welcome. 

Oh my god I almost cried because I can see it happen so really clearly.

SEX WITH JORDAN IS TWO VERY DIFFERENT EXPERIENCES.

Solely depending on which form they shift into during or before.

When they're in their female form, they’re a top with a touch of submission, like the minute you whisper in their ear what you want to do to them, they’re switching to that submissive side. 

They’re letting you climb on top of them, letting you take complete control. Letting you kiss down their body, smiling down at you when your teeth bite into the flesh of their tits. Your tongue smoothing over the mark you’ve just made.

Sucking on the skin, knowing they’ll have to walk around for weeks with your mark on them. They'll complain about it, but you catch them smiling at in the mirror when they’re getting dressed. 

Letting you make them come against your mouth twice before they can’t stand it anymore and they’re groaning, pulling you up by the cheeks to kiss you with passion, teeth, and tongue. Moaning at their own taste as they push your back into the mattress. 

The roles quickly switched. 

Jordan never passes up the chance to be in complete control. To have their fingers between your thighs, watching the way your body arches and rolls to the pleasure they’re giving you as their thumb rubs your clit and their fingers fuck your pussy, deep, and rhythm with the buck of your hips. Their mouth on your neck, moving across your chest to close their lips around your nipple. 

They feel almost powerful with the knowledge—with seeing how they can make you feel—that they can bring out those weak-pleasure-fueled noises from you, that if they curl their fingers, you’ll be clinging to them, begging and pleading, breathing into their mouth like it’s your last one, like if they don’t let you come, you’ll go insane. Like you’re their saint, and you only need absolution from them. 

And when they have their cunt pressed to yours, palm pressed under your chin, against your neck, to keep your eyes on them, their words come out heavy and heated, “it’s only me, right? Only I can make you feel like this? Can make you come this hard?”, your answer wrapped around a pretty moan, fingers digging into their hips to press them harder against you—they feel invincible. 

But when they’re in their male form, it’s different. They’re different. They lose that dominant edge and shift into something more lenient. Something akin to a service top, with submission hanging at the cusp. 

They’ll still lace their fingers with yours and press them into the mattress, making you feel like they’re the ones in control. Like they could do whatever they want to your body and know you’d love it and ask for more. 

But deep down, you both know you’re the one in control. 

You’re the one that’s driving them completely insane. That they want to please. Make come over and over until your thighs are wet and sticky, and they lap it up with their tongue. Use the head of their cock to gather the slick at your entrance and rub it against your clit. Make you come one more time just by using the tip of their cock. 

Your begs for them to stick it in, “please, Jordan, please,” one of the prettiest things they’ve heard. 

Making them smile against your lips as they squeeze your chin between your thumb and pointer to bring your mouth up to theirs. 

“Anything for you,” they say against your open mouth as they slip their cock into your heat. The slow stretch makes your nails dig into the side of their arm. 

The thrusts and speed of their hips all dependent on what you want. What you moan and whimper into their skin, mouth. How your body moves against there’s, underneath it, with it. How your pussy squeezes them. 

“Come for me, one more time, I promise,” the wet squelch of their cock fucking you matched with the fingers drawing circles against your clit undoing you. 

And when you switch positions, when you take the reigns and wrap your lips around the tip of their cock, letting your tongue lap up your own come, that’s when that submissive side comes out. 

The whimpers heaved out of Jordan’s lungs, the push of their hips off the bed, driving their cock deeper into your throat. Their brows pinched together, eyes glossy, needy. Fingers on your cheek, your head, in the bed sheets. 

It’s fucking beautiful. 

They’re fucking beautiful. 

“Let me fuck your throat. Can I–fuck–can I fuck your throat, baby?” 

“Please.”

“Yes, please.” 

Their fingers dig into the side of your skull, the closer they are to coming. But even that’s soft. The thrusts fucking up into your mouth are hurried, fast, and hard, but still softer than they could be. Still gentle in that careful way of Jordan wanting you to enjoy this just as much as they are. 

When they come down your throat, they watch you swallow. Their eyes watching your throat move, lips twitching in a soft smile. A hand cupping the back of your neck to bring you against their chest to lay. A finger under your chin to lift your head far enough for them to lean down and kiss you.