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𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫, 𝔦𝔫𝔟𝔬𝔵 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫! 𓃠
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smut: 🔗 fluff: 🤍 angst:♟️
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next to you - 🤍
stuck. - pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 🔗
late nights - (request) 🤍
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i’m so sorry i’m taking a while on requests 💔💔 i’ve been really busy with work but i promise i will get around to it sometime this week, the 10-19th i wont be able to write anything bc ill be at a camp so i dont think ill have my phone, however while im gone send me more asks + requests!! thank you guys for showing support even if ive only been posting for a short amt of time
hii queen can you do one were jordans taking care of you while your drunk 👀👀
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the party was still loud behind you, someone had turned the speakers up again, people were yelling over a card game in the kitchen, and every few minutes fireworks painted flashes of red and blue across the backyard.
you’d slipped outside almost twenty minutes ago because everything suddenly felt like too much.
the porch swing creaked softly as you curled your legs underneath yourself.
your head felt fuzzy.
“…baby?”
you looked toward the screen door.
jordan stepped outside, eyes immediately finding you like he’d been searching every room.
there was relief on his face the second he saw you.
“there you are.”
he walked over, gently brushing a piece of hair away from your face.
“been looking all over for you.”
you blinked up at him.
“…sorry.”
“hey.”
his thumb rubbed softly across your cheek.
“don’t apologize.”
he crouched in front of you.
“can i ask you something?”
“…mhm.”
“how much have you had to drink?”
you stared at him for a long second.
“…i honestly don’t know.”
he sighed through his nose, trying not to smile.
“that’s about the answer i expected.”
“…i think the cups just kept getting refilled.”
“yeah?”
you nodded seriously, “they were multiplying.”
he laughed, the quiet kind that only escaped around you.
“that’s not how that works.”
“…are you sure?”
“pretty sure.”
you smiled a little.
then it faded.
“…i don’t feel good.”
the second those words left your mouth, the teasing disappeared from his face. he sat beside you instead, close enough that your shoulders touched.
“okay.” his voice was softer now.
“tell me what’s going on.”
“…everything feels loud.”
he nodded.
“okay.”
“…and spinny.”
“okay.”
“…and i kinda wanna cry.”
without saying anything, jordan slipped an arm around your shoulders.
you leaned into him almost automatically.
he kissed the top of your head.
just a tiny kiss that lingered for a second.
“we’re gonna go home.”
you looked up.
“…really?”
“really.”
“but everyone’s still here.”
he shrugged.
“they’ll still be here tomorrow.”
“…i don’t wanna ruin your night.”
he frowned.
“look at me.”
you did.
“taking care of my girlfriend isn’t ruining my night.”
your eyes watered almost immediately.
“…why are you gonna make me cry?”
he smiled.
“i’m actually trying to do the opposite.”
you let out the smallest laugh.
“…you’re pretty.”
he blinked.
“…thanks?”
“…like… really pretty.”
“you’ve definitely had enough to drink.”
you giggled.
“your eyelashes are nice.”
he covered his face with one hand, laughing.
“okay, c’mon.”
he stood first before holding out both of his hands.
“let’s get you home.”
you grabbed onto him.
the second you stood up, your balance disappeared.
“…whoa.”
before you could fall, jordan caught you against his chest.
“easy, baby.”
“…the ground moved.”
“i don’t think it did.”
“…well i disagree,” he smiled
the drive home was quiet.
one hand stayed on the steering wheel.
the other rested gently over your thigh and every few minutes he’d glance over.
“you still awake?”
“…mhm.” you’d sleepily say
“good.”
at one stoplight you leaned your head against the window.
“…my head hurts.”
without a word, he turned the music completely off.
the silence felt nice.
“…thank you.”
“of course.”
when you finally got home, he walked inside with you.
“bathroom first.”
“…yes, sir.”
he raised an eyebrow.
“don’t start.”
you grinned before disappearing down the hallway.
when you came back a few minutes later wearing one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of fuzzy socks, you stopped in the living room.
“…babe?”
“yeah?”
you looked around.
there was water on the coffee table with crackers and your favorite fuzzy blanket.
there was a trash can beside the couch and even your stuffed animal sitting against one of the pillows.
your heart melted.
“…i love you.”
“i love you too.”
you curled up under the blanket while he disappeared into the kitchen.
when he came back, he was holding out a cold washcloth.
“close your eyes.”
you did.
he gently laid it across your forehead before brushing his fingers through your hair.
“feel better?”
“…so much.”
he smiled to himself.
you scooted closer until your head rested against his shoulder.
“comfy?”
“very.”
he wrapped one arm around you, absentmindedly rubbing slow circles against your back.
after a while, you looked up at him.
“…can i have a kiss?”
he smiled so softly it almost hurt.
“yeah.”
he leaned down and pressed the gentlest kiss to your forehead.
then another against your temple.
“there.”
“…one more?”
he laughed.
“you’re using the drunk card.”
“…maybe.”
he gave in anyway, his lips connecting against yours.
you smiled, eyes already drifting closed.
outside, fireworks continued popping somewhere in the distance.
inside, the room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of jordan’s thumb tracing lazy circles against your arm.
just before you fell asleep, you felt him pull the blanket a little higher around your shoulders.
he thought you were already asleep when he whispered,
“my sweet girl.”
then he pressed one last feather-light kiss to the top of your head as you both drifted into sleep
PUHLEASE make a super long fanfic or jordan with like fluff angst and smut all in one i will literally do anything. ur fanfics r top teir rn omg PLEASE. if you want more details i can dm u
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late at night your playing guitar and jordan’s listening, watching and admiring you. In his head while your playing he’s thinking about how much he loves you and how incredible you are and he just glazes you like crazy. very lovely dovey and sweet 🥲🥲
rain tapped softly against the windows, the room warm from the cinnamon candle burning on your dresser. you sat cross-legged on the bed in an oversized hoodie, guitar resting in your lap as you absentmindedly played the same few chords over and over. jordan was stretched out against your headboard, watching you. you looked up for a second. “you’re staring again.” he didn’t even try to deny it. “i know.” you laughed under your breath. “you’re weird.” “probably.” you shook your head with a smile and kept playing, your fingers finding the melody without much thought. she doesn’t even realize how incredible she is. he watched the way you scrunched your nose whenever you messed up, the quiet little smile you got when you finally landed the chord you wanted. you always acted like none of it was a big deal. to him, it was everything. “what?” you asked again, catching him smiling to himself. he blinked. “nothing.” “jordan.” he sighed. “you’re just…” he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “i don’t know. every time i look at you, i feel like i won something.” you stopped playing. “…that’s so cheesy.” “yeah.” “…but i’m serious.” your face warmed as you looked back down at the guitar, trying to hide your smile. he leaned over, bumping your shoulder. “keep playing.” “why?” “’cause i like listening to you.” you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “you’re such a sap.” he smiled. “only for you.”
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here ya gooo!! hope this was good lol i whipped this up hella quick 💔😔
behind the scenes of skins
i love skins
𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔. (𝚙𝚝. 𝟹) - 𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚡𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍
last part everyone!
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hopefully you love it!
(warning: SMUT ‼️)
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you finally got home and started cooking
you and jordan stood shoulder to shoulder in the kitchen, ingredients scattered across the counter.
a box of penne, some garlic, heavy cream, tomato paste, parmesan.
and a recipe pulled up on your phone that neither of you had looked at in the last ten minutes.
“i’m just saying,” you said, pointing the wooden spoon at him, “you’re chopping the garlic way too aggressively.”
he looked up from the cutting board.
“it’s garlic.”
“it’s terrified.”
he let out a quiet laugh.
“you talk to vegetables often?”
“only when they’re being mistreated.”
“interesting.”
you bumped his shoulder as you walked past him to grab the olive oil.
“move.”
“excuse me?”
“you’re in my way.”
“this is my kitchen.”
“for the next thirty minutes it’s ours.”
he stepped aside and shook his head, smiling to himself while you poured the oil into the pan.
“ow.”
you looked over.
“did you just cut yourself?”
“maybe.”
“you absolutely did.”
he held up his finger and you stared at him.
“you’re unbelievable jordan”
“you’re dramatic.”
“try again, chef.”
“yes, ma’am.”
“ma’am?” you thought
for some reason him saying that gave you butterflies
by the time the sauce started simmering, the whole kitchen smelled like garlic, parmesan, and vodka sauce.
you stirred the pasta while he grated more cheese over the pan.
“that enough?”
“keep going.”
he raised an eyebrow.
“that’s already an unhealthy amount.”
“exactly.”
“fair point.”
you plated everything, carrying your bowls to the island instead of the dining table.
this was the kind of dinner that somehow tasted better because you’d made it together.
after a few bites, he looked over.
“…this is really good.”
you tried to hide your grin.
“i know right.”
the rest of dinner disappeared into easy conversation. you shared stories from college, bonded over old memories and helping jordan plan new videos.
after cleaning up the kitchen together, you stretched and glanced toward the stairs.
“i’m exhausted.”
“long day.”
“very.” you yawned.
“does that mean you’re going to bed.” jordan said a little disappointed
“does that make you upset?”
“…no”
“well then goodnight jordan.”
“goodnight leah”
you headed upstairs, changed into a hoodie, and collapsed onto your bed.
you were asleep almost immediately.
a few hours into your sleep, you heard knocks that echoed through your room.
you frowned, still half asleep.
“yeah…?”
the door opened just enough for him to peek in.
“sorry, did i wake you?”
you rubbed your eyes.
“…obviously.”
he leaned against the doorframe.
“i was gonna watch a movie.”
you blinked at him.
“…and?”
“i figured i’d ask if you wanted to join before i started it.”
you couldn’t help smiling.
“you interrupted my sleep to ask me to watch a movie?”
“when you say it out loud, it sounds worse.”
“a little.”
he sighed dramatically.
you looked at him for a second before giggling softly.
“i guess you do like hanging out with me, huh”
“i can leave.”
“no no, give me like five minutes.”
the corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile.
“knew you’d say that.”
he disappeared back down the hallway while you flopped back onto your pillow for exactly three more seconds before getting up.
somehow, sleep didn’t sound nearly as good anymore.
all you could think about was how stupidly sweet jordan could be without even realizing it.
when you walked downstairs, the microwave beeped.
jordan was pouring popcorn into a giant bowl.
“hey.”
he looked over.
“want some?”
“obviously.”
“good answer.”
he tossed you the bowl, and together you walked into the living room.
instead of walking around the couch
you planted your hands on the back and jumped over it.
he stared.
“…really?”
you landed dramatically.
“you woke me up at one in the morning.”
“…fair enough.”
you stole the remote.
“i’m picking.”
“called it.”
the movie barely lasted ten minutes before neither of you were paying attention.
your knees kept brushing.
you both reached into the popcorn bowl at the same time more than once.
every single time your fingers bumped, one of you pulled away just a little too fast.
the room was quiet except for rain tapping against the windows and whatever dialogue was playing on the tv that neither of you were listening to.
then jordan said something that made your heart stop
“…can i tell you something?”
his voice was quieter than before.
“uh…yeah.”
he swallowed.
“…i’ve been trying not to.”
your eyebrows pinched together.
“trying not to what?”
he stared at the movie instead of you.
“…like you.”
everything inside you stopped.
“…what?”
he let out a slow breath.
“i’ve been trying not to like you for a long time.”
silence.
the rain suddenly sounded louder.
“i thought it’d go away…turns out i was wrong.”
he finally looked at you.
“every time i tell myself you’re just liam’s little sister…”
he smiled sadly.
“…you go and prove me wrong.”
your heart was pounding so loudly you were convinced he could hear it.
you wanted to say something.
anything.
i like you too.
you’ve always made me nervous.
you’re the reason i came downstairs tonight.
instead- “…i…”
your throat tightened and your eyes started watering.
not because you were upset.
but because it was too much all at once.
he immediately noticed.
“…hey.”
his voice softened.
“you don’t have to say anything.”
“…i just…”
you shook your head.
“i need time to think.”
he nodded almost immediately.
“…okay.”
you stood up “…i think i’m gonna go to bed.”
his expression dropped.
“…i’m sorry, leah.”
you couldn’t even look at him.
you walked upstairs before you could say something you’d regret.
the door clicked shut behind you.
“…shit.”
you paced your room.
“why did he have to say that?”
because you wanted him to.
because you’d wanted him to for years.
you dropped onto your bed.
“if liam finds out i’m literally dead…”
you buried your face in your pillow.
“this is so bad.”
twenty minutes passed.
you tossed and turned.
you closed your eyes.
opened them again over and over.
your mind refused to be quiet.
all you could see was jordan’s face, the way he’d looked terrified saying it.
the way he’d apologized before you’d even rejected him.
you sat up.
…god.
another minute passed.
then another.
and finally-
“fuck this.”
you threw the blanket off, climbed out of bed, and quietly made your way downstairs.
you weren’t exactly sure what you were going to say.
you just knew you couldn’t let him think your silence meant no.
you walked downstairs and slipped out onto the back porch, the screen door clicking softly behind you. The air was cool against your bare legs, carrying that fresh, rain-soaked smell that always seemed to linger after summer storms.
Jordan was already outside.
He leaned against the old wooden railing like he’d been there forever, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a cigarette between his fingers.
The orange glow flared every few seconds before fading back into the dark.
His hair was a mess, falling into his eyes, and for a second you thought he hadn’t noticed you.
“You’re smoking.”
“That obvious?”
“Kind of hard to miss.”
“Thought you’d be asleep.”
“Couldn’t.”
“Me neither.”
The silence that settled between you wasn’t awkward.
It was the kind that felt too full, like there were a hundred things sitting just beneath the surface that neither of you was brave enough to say.
You rested your forearms against the railing beside him, looking out into the dark, the only thing illuminating his face was the city lights.
“i’m sorry,” he said quietly.
you looked over.
“for what?”
“putting all of that on you.”
he shrugged.
“i shouldn’t have said anything.”
“don’t.”
he frowned.
“don’t apologize.”
another silence.
“i just…”
you stared out into the backyard.
“…i wasn’t expecting it.”
“i know.”
“and then all these old feelings came back.”
he looked at you.
“…old feelings?”
“when i was fifteen…”
you shook your head.
“i had the biggest crush on you.”
his eyes widened.
“…what?”
“it was embarrassing.”
“leah…”
“you were my older brother’s best friend. you were always around. you’d tease me constantly, and i hated you for it.”
a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“you definitely didn’t hate me.”
“i know.”
you smiled a little.
“that’s what made it worse.”
he looked down, shaking his head with a quiet laugh.
“…i’m actually mad.”
“why?”
“because i would’ve stopped teasing you if i’d known.”
“no, you wouldn’t have.”
“…probably not.”
you both laughed.
for the first time since his confession, the tension eased- just a little.
“i spent years convincing myself i’d gotten over you,” you admitted.
“and then tonight…”
you swallowed.
“…you said everything i’ve wanted to hear since i was fifteen.”
his expression softened completely.
“so why’d you run?”
you looked down at your hands.
“because it scared me.” you said before taking the cigarette out of his hand, taking a drag.
he nodded once.
“i wasn’t running because i don’t like you.”
you finally looked up at him.
“i ran because,”
you paused and took a heavy sigh
“i do.”
neither of you spoke.
he took one careful step closer.
“can i ask you something?”
“…okay.”
“is it alright if i kiss you?”
you smiled before answering.
“…yeah.” the air between you crackled as he cupped your face, his thumb tracing your lower lip
he kissed you softly and your lips came together in perfect harmony like this was always meant to be.
when you finally let go, the only sound was rain dripping from the roof.
“also, since when do you smoke?” he said concerned, smiling
“bad time to ask but..since college started i’ve just been stressed”
“well, it’s not a good habit, and your brother would be pissed seeing this.”
“liam would be a lot more mad about something else” you said winking, handing him the cigarette
he took one last drag and crushed it into the ashtray.
he sat down on the chairs and looked up at you.
“i’ve been thinking about your pretty face, leah”
“yeah? s’that true?”
“yeah, you uhm..wanna go inside?” he said nervously
“why..what’re you trying to do” you said very clearly understanding
he stood up and picked you up bridal style
“jordannn no!!” you said laughing
he brought you upstairs and layed you on the bed.
in one swift motion his mouth claimed yours in a deep, hungry kiss.
"i’ve been waiting for this all night," he breathed against your mouth, your tongues sliding together with building urgency, his hands roaming down to grip your waist and pull you flush against him.
the hard press of his cock evident through his jeans.
your fingers tangled in his hair, tasting the faint bitterness of smoke on his breath while heat pooled low in your belly.
you were throbbing with each slow grind of his hips against yours, emotions swirling in a dizzying rush of need and affection.
jordan's kisses grew more demanding, nipping at your bottom lip before delving deeper, his palm sliding under your shirt to cup your breast, thumb circling your hardening nipple as you arched into the touch.
soft moans escaped you as his other hand dipped lower, fingers teasing the edge of your panties, brushing against the damp heat of your pussy with unhurried strokes that sent sparks through your veins.
"i want you so bad," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.
“yeah, baby you do?” you said taking your underwear off
“wait, i wanna try something” said jordan grabbing his chains off of the floor slowly before securing your wrists above your head attaching you to the headboard.
you laughed “i thought you said they were for working out”
“they were, but now they’re being put to good use”
the metal clinked softly as you tested the restraint. jordan climbed over you settling between your spread thighs in a deep missionary position.
"that’s a good girl," he praised, leaning down to kiss you, one hand wrapped lightly around your throat.
“jordan please” you whimpered out
he applied just enough pressure to make you gasp into the kiss, his thumb stroking your pulse point.
"you're so fucking perfect like this, all chained up and ready for me."
you moaned in response
jordan pushed his cock inside you in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
you moaned, your body arching beneath him as he started a steady rhythm, his hips were grinding against your clit with every stroke.
he kept you pinned in missionary, chest to chest, his lips never far from yours kissing your neck, jaw, whispering more praise between thrusts.
"that's it, take every inch like the good girl you are. you feel incredible wrapped around me."
he tightened his grip on your throat just a bit, enough to heighten every sensation while he thrusted into you harder, the chains rattling with each movement.
your submissive whimpers only kept him going, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
jordan maintained the intense eye contact and constant kisses, praising you constantly as he drove you both toward the edge.
"you're mine now, leah. so beautiful when you're like this." he released your throat briefly to let you catch your breath, his free hand sliding down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.
jordan's thrusts grew more urgent, his cock driving deep into you with every powerful stroke.
"that's my girl," he praised between heated kisses, his lips claiming yours again and again.
"you take me so well, baby. so fucking sexy." he said inbetween groans
your body was trembling as the pleasure built.
jordan fucked you harder, grinding against you with each thrust until you cried out, your orgasm came crashing over you.
he followed right after, burying himself into the crook of your neck, his groans mixing with her whimpers.
"you did so well, baby," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks.
his fingers stroked through your hair as he held you close.
he rolled over to look at you
"how are you feeling? heed some water or a blanket?" he said rubbing your face with his thumb
“water and towel.”
“okay i’ll be back”
as he was gone you grabbed a hoodie from the closet.
“here lay down so i can get you cleaned up” he said coming back from the bathroom with a towel
he cleaned you up, kissed your forehead and headed to the kitchen
a minute later, he came back carrying two glasses of water and a bag of gummy bears he’d found in the kitchen.
“all we have are gummy bears,” he said, dropping back onto the bed.
you laughed. “very nurturing of you.”
“i’m doing my best.”
he handed you the water first, waiting until you had taken a few sips before opening the candy and dumping half the bag into your lap.
you and jordan sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
“…liam is literally going to kill us.”
jordan froze with a gummy bear halfway to his mouth.
“okay, first of all,” he said, “he’s definitely killing me. you’re getting a disappointed speech. i’m getting buried in the backyard.”
“he trusted you.”
“i know.”
“he specifically said, ‘don’t let anything happen while i’m gone.’”
jordan rubbed a hand over his face.
“…yeah. that one’s gonna be hard to explain.”
you buried your face in the hoodie sleeve, laughing despite herself.
“he’s never gonna let me live this down.”
jordan sighed dramatically.
you grinned at him.
after a minute, jordan reached over and intertwined his fingers with yours
“for what it’s worth,” he said softly, “i don’t regret being here with you.”
you looked down at his hands before squeezing his.
“…me neither.”
outside the bedroom, the house stayed perfectly silent.
you both knew that silence probably wouldn’t last once liam came home.
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my friend said while she was reading my fanfiction it felt like a book. let me tell you that’s the best compliment i’ve ever received 🥹
𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔. (𝚙𝚝.𝟸) - 𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚡𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍
i don’t have any notes on this sooo🫰
part 3 soon !!
ENJOYYY!!!!
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the rest of dinner somehow felt better and after that comment, neither of you brought it up again.
instead, you brushed it off and talked about college.
about how your brother still somehow managed to survive despite forgetting to do his laundry until he had one shirt left.
about the time jordan accidentally set off the fire alarm trying to make frozen pizza.
you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
the waitress eventually returned with the check.
before you could even reach for your purse
jordan had already handed over his card.
“jordan, no.”
“don’t.”
“i can pay for myself.” he looked at you for a second.
“i know you can.”
“then why are you paying?”
“because i asked you to come and if i didn’t pay i’d be a douche.”
you opened your mouth to argue.
“and..’cause i wanted to.”
“fine, thank you.” you sighed dramatically.
you guys finished eating and asked for a few boxes.
the drive home was quiet.
your playlist played softly through the speakers while the city lights blurred past the windows.
every now and then you’d catch him lightly tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat.
without realizing it you noticed every small detail about him
when you finally pulled into the driveway, neither of you rushed to get out.
“thanks for dinner.”
he looked over at you with a big smile plastered across his face
“thanks for coming.”
“of course j, i couldn’t leave you hanging”
you both got out of the car and walked inside
you looked at eachother and said goodnight
“goodnight, jordan.”
“goodnight, leah.”
you walked upstairs to the bathroom to start heading to bed and by the time you finished showering and changing into an oversized t-shirt, you were exhausted.
you heard jordan lock the front door downstairs before his footsteps disappeared toward the guest room.
the house became quiet and within minutes you were asleep.
the next day you woke up to soft music playing in the kitchen
“thank god it’s not 2hollis” you smiled to yourself
you stretched before lazily making your way downstairs, still half asleep.
“please tell me there’s breakfast…” you mumbled to yourself.
the second you walked into the kitchen you froze.
“…oh.”
jordan stood at the stove with his back turned.
gray sweatpants hung low on his hips.
he was shirtless.
he turned around at the sound of your voice.
“morning.”
your brain completely stopped working.
“…hi.” you cleared your throat
he raised an eyebrow.
“you okay?”
“yeah.”
you answered way too quickly.
“…why?”
“because you’ve been staring at me for like-”
he looked at the microwave clock.
“-seven seconds.”
“i wasn’t staring.”
“really?”
“i was…observing.”
“observing?”
“yeah.”
you crossed your arms.
“i was making sure you weren’t burning the house down.”
“that’s funny.”
you took one step toward the counter and immediately walked straight into the edge of the kitchen island.
“ow.”
jordan bit the inside of his cheek.
“don’t.”
“i didn’t say anything.”
“you were going to.”
“nope”
you rubbed your hip dramatically.
“i’m leaving.”
“you literally just got here.”
“this kitchen is a hostile environment.”
he started laughing
“you done?”
“…no, but i’m choosing peace.”
“that’s probably for the best.”
you grabbed a mug from the cabinet.
“made extra.”
you looked down.
pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fruit.
“you made all this?”
he looked at you and smirked
“what jordan.”
“well someone had to make sure you didn’t starve to death, if i didn’t cook we sure know where you wouldve been”
you rolled your eyes “whatever..”
“…this is annoyingly good.” you mumbled
he grinned.
“thank you.”
“don’t let it get to your head.”
before he could answer his phone started ringing.
“liam’s calling” jordan said “…speaker?”
you shrugged.
“what’s up?”
“yo!” liam shouted.
“how’s my favorite babysitter?”
“can we not.”
“and how’s my baby sister?”
“alive.” you said still chewing your pancake
“did jordan remember to feed you?”
“shockingly, he made breakfast.”
“he cooked?” liam sounded genuinely confused.
jordan sighed “thanks.”
“i’m just saying i’ve known you for like fifteen years and i’ve never seen you willingly make breakfast.”
“people change.”
“or,”
liam’s voice turned suspiciously amused.
“someone’s trying to impress somebody.”
you and jordan looked at each other.
“no one’s trying to impress anybody,” you both said at exactly the same time.
liam laughed.
“i’m just fucking with you guys”
“you’re ridiculous,” jordan said immediately. “i’m gonna hang up now you asshat”
“okay well love you guys, don’t do anything i wouldn’t do-“
jordan hung up.
you looked at eachother and started laughing.
you finished breakfast and headed upstairs to get ready for the day.
you told yourself you weren’t thinking about him being there but you definitely were.
you couldn’t convince yourself you didn’t like him
when you came back down, he was leaning against the hallway wall like he’d been waiting without actually looking like he was waiting.
“where are you going?”
“store,” you said, grabbing your keys.
“do you wanna to come…?”
he pushed off the wall.
“yeah.” he said almost immediately
on the drive there, you blasted music
you caught him looking over once when you weren’t looking.
then he looked back at the road like it didn’t happen.
a song came on that neither of you commented on.
you both started singing the lyrics at the same time without meaning to.
when you get to the store you force him to push the cart around while you look at clothes
“jordan can you pleaseee look at clothes with me it’ll take like one second”
“if im here longer than five minutes im gone”
and of course, you were in that isle longer than 5 minutes.
“okay one more shirt i just wanna see”
“wait leah i kinda like this”
“oh yeah? what is it-“ before you knew it jordan is towering above you grabbing a shirt
“oh shit” you thought
“wow nice shirt” you definitely weren’t thinking about the shirt “can we go actually grocery shop now, i want penne alla vodka”
“oh so now we’re just using fancy words” jordan said taking out the grocery list you gave him earlier
“Penne pasta, Vodka, Tomato paste,Canned tomatoes-“ jordan started reading
you couldn’t stop thinking about him and you couldn’t focus on anything.
you were zoning out just following jordan wherever he went.
“you ready to check out?”
“yeah, yeah” you said
you were messing with your rings on your fingers, anxiously
“still twisting your rings when you’re nervous?”
you immediately stop.
“oh i-uh didn’t know you noticed that”
“i notice a lot.” he says it like it’s nothing.
but it still lands weird in your chest anyway.
you force a small laugh, looking away from him first.
“that’s kind of creepy.”
“it’s not creepy,” he says easily, glancing over at you for half a second before scanning more items. “it’s just paying attention.”
“to my rings?”
“to everything.”
that makes you go quiet and leaves your face burning. you don’t know what to say after that, so you don’t say anything at all.
which is rare for you and jordan notices that too.
of course he does.
“you’re thinking too hard again,” he says after a moment
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
“you literally can’t know that.”
he gives you a look, quick and unreadable, while you guys are both heading out of the store.
“i can.” that shuts you up again. “you always do that when you’re nervous in new places too.”
“do what?”
he nods slightly toward your hands.
“mess with your fingers. rings. sleeves. whatever’s there.”
your stomach drops a little, even though it shouldn’t.
you stare at him for a second too long.
he doesn’t look away, he never really does when he’s talking like this.
you don’t know what to do with that, so you default to what you always do.
deflection.
“you’re kind of weird, you know that?”
a small smile tugs at his mouth.
“yeah.”
“that’s it? just yeah?”
“you asked.”
you roll your eyes “…whatever.”
ok so guys i’m a lil confused bc whenever i try to reblog something it uses my old account name. i have the same email for both but like 🥀 idk how to fix that, and if i delete the first acct it will delete both accounts..
im actually so excited!! not many people write for jordan but he’s so fine
dude deadahh, i could talk about him all day. he’s so beautiful and my comfort person 💔💔
guys sooo i moved on to payton king max norman and jordan huxhold so please please please go support my other acct 🙏🏾 if yall still want triplet stuff i can try to make it work however, im just not into them as much 💔💔 anywaysss here’s my new acc: @jordanafterdark thanks guys for always supporting this account i appreciate you all !!
𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔. - 𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚡𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍
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this is only part 1 guys..i hope i did good because this took me a long ahh time, also im so irritated because jordan is so beautiful 😔😔✌️anyways if u wanna be tagged in pt.2 lmk and if you have any ideas for this lmk as well!!
ENJOY!!!!!
sidenote: there will be smut either in part 2 or 3 if i make a third part 🙂
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you came home from college a few days earlier than planned, expecting to spend the week with your brother before heading back for summer classes.
instead, you walk into an empty house.
or what you thought was an empty house
you decide to call your brother and make sure everything is okay.
“hi liam!!”
“hey! sorry i forgot to let you know im not going to be home for a few days, me and my buddies are going to a beach resort.”
“what. are you kidding me liam, how do you forget to let me know that???”
despite the fact that you’re twenty-two, you’re still his “baby sis,” as he would call it. he doesn’t really like the idea of you staying alone in the house.
“well you’ll be fine, i invited jordan over to take care of you so you should be set.”
before you can even protest, you look over and see a familiar silhouette.
“hey.”
it’s jordan leaning against the doorframe wearing gray sweatpants and a black hoodie like he owns the place.
“hi jordan,” you said, very obviously annoyed.
“yooo what up j, take care of my lil sis for me. i know she can be a lot,” your brother said, his voice and laughter muffled through the phone.
“of course i will liam.”
“love you sis.”
beep.
you stared at your phone for a second before letting out a heavy sigh and dropping your bags by the door.
“are you kidding me,” you muttered.
“what’s your problem?” jordan asked, crossing his arms.
“well i’m just a little upset considering my brother thinks his twenty-two-year-old sister who’s in college can’t take care of herself. i mean… why didn’t you go with him?”
“’cause i didn’t wanna hang out with his new loser friends. you know how i feel about them… and especially not for four days at the beach.”
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when you were younger you had the biggest crush on your brother’s best friend.
that friend being jordan huxhold.
i mean, most girls have crushes on their brothers’ friends when they’re three years older than them.
but that feeling went away pretty quickly after eighth grade-
at least you told yourself it did.
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flashback.
you were at your brother’s birthday party, which happened to be at the pool.
you and your friends were sitting at the edge of the pool.
“yo let’s play a gameeee!” your brother shouted.
“oh god,” you thought.
before you could say no, jordan grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the pool.
he held you underwater for a split second and you remember thinking maybe this is his way of flirting
until you felt your bikini top untie.
your stomach dropped.
it was too late to fix it because by the time you came back up, it was already halfway down.
everyone was staring.
your face burned.
“what the fuck jordan?” you said, tears forming in your eyes.
“it’s all part of the game, leah,” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
you climbed out of the pool as fast as you could, trying not to flash everyone.
as you walked away you could hear everyone laughing.
including your brother.
end flashback.
“you good, leah?”
you blinked.
“you went quiet on me for a second.”
“oh… yeah.”
you forced a smile.
“i’m gonna, um… you know… go to my room, mr. babysitter.”
“ew,” he laughed.
“never call me that again.”
what you didn’t know was that jordan had a massive crush on you.
except unlike yours
his never went away.
not after middle school.
not after high school.
not even after watching you leave for college.
he’d spent years convincing himself nothing could ever happen.
because you were his best friend’s little sister.
you went upstairs and flopped onto your bed.
for about an hour you mindlessly scrolled through tiktok, trying not to think about the fact that jordan was downstairs.
it was getting pretty late, so you decided you’d shower and head to bed.
as you were gathering your things you heard three soft knocks that echoed against your door.
“hello?”
“hey… i was wondering if you wanted anything for dinner? my treat,” jordan said from the other side.
food does sound pretty good.
“yeah sure. what were you thinking?”
“well… there’s this spot downtown i’ve been wanting to try—”
he pushed your door open just a little farther.
“—it’s kind of expensive though.”
“is it a restaurant?”
you looked at him confused.
“it’s almost 9:30.”
“yeahhh…” he rubbed the back of his neck.
“but i heard it stays open late.” he quickly continued
“and it’ll be worth it.”
“alright, fine,” you sighed.
“but then that means i’ll have to get dressed uppp.”
the words came out whinier than you meant them to.
jordan looked at you for a second.
longer than he probably should have.
“you look good as it is, leah.”
you quickly looked away.
“okay… um… give me like twenty minutes.”
“alright.”
his footsteps slowly disappeared down the hallway.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
you started digging through your suitcase, throwing shirts and jeans everywhere until you finally found something.
a black mini dress with lace around the bottom and around the neckline.
you paired it with black kitten heels.
“thank god.”
after what ended up being closer to forty-five minutes
you were finally ready.
“are you almost done, lea—”
before jordan could finish, you opened the bedroom door.
you slowly walked downstairs.
“i hope this isn’t too much.”
for a second he forgot how to speak.
his eyes trailed over your outfit before quickly meeting yours again.
“no,” he finally said.
“it’s… not too much.”
he looked good too.
he was wearing an oversized black button-down with black jeans and a brown belt.
annoyingly attractive.
“alright…” he cleared his throat.
“you ready?”
“yup.”
he opened the front door for you without thinking and you tried not to smile.
about fifteen minutes passed and the drive was mostly quiet.
music played softly through the speakers.
you caught yourself glancing over at jordan every now and then.
he somehow looked even better while he was driving.
you hated that you noticed.
you hated it even more that you couldn’t stop noticing.
“hello?”
“earth to leah?”
he’d apparently been trying to get your attention for almost a minute.
“oh shit… sorry.”
“i’ve been telling you we got here like five minutes ago.”
“…we did?”
he laughed.
“yeah.”
“well without your help,” he pointed toward the windshield.
“i found great parking.”
you looked up.
vip members only.
“show off.”
your eyes wandered over to the building.
monte bianco.
“wait…” you looked back at him.
“is this italian?”
he smiled a little.
“yeah.”
“you remembered that’s my favorite?”
“of course i remembered.”
you felt butterflies in your stomach.
you looked back at the restaurant.
“this place looks expensive.”
“told you it was”
“…i think i wanna go to mcdonald’s.”
he stared at you blankly
“please tell me you’re kidding.”
you couldn’t help but laugh.
“i’m messing with you.”
without thinking, you lightly bumped his arm and he rolled his eyes.
“you’re so annoying.”
“and yet…”
you reached for the door handle.
“you still brought me.”
he just shook his head, trying to hide the smile creeping onto his face.
the restaurant had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
the second you walked inside, you were already looking for the table closest to the windows.
“i wanna sit over there.”
jordan laughed.
“i knew you were gonna say that.”
“how?”
“because i know you.”
the hostess led you to the window.
the city lights reflected against the glass.
before you could pull your chair out, jordan reached for it first.
you looked up at him.
“thank you.”
as soon as you sat down you pulled your phone out.
a few minutes later the waitress came by.
“can i start you guys off with drinks?”
before you could answer, jordan looked over at you.
“she’ll have a sweet tea, and i’ll just do a water, please”
“alrighty i’ll get those for you guys” the waitress said
“thank you”
you looked at jordan.
“you still remember?”
“did that change?” he said looking confused
“no.”
“then i remembered.”
you shook your head, laughing to yourself.
“you’re kinda creepy.”
“i prefer observant.”
every time you looked away, jordan looked at you.
he couldn’t help himself.
the way your lips curved in perfectly into a smile.
the way you tucked pieces of your hair behind your ears.
the way your eyes lit up looking at the city-
“this is where you take someone you’re trying to impress.” you said interrupting his daydreaming
he looked at you for a second.
“maybe i am trying to impress you.”
“what?”
he leaned back in his chair.
a tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“…i said maybe.”
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i’m so deathly ill 💔💔 i’m upset.
also i got 2 writings in my drafts rn im letting them brew until the perfect timing 🙏🏾
how i genuinely feel rn ⇊
needed a new jordan writer omg!!
YESSSS, im here !! lets be moots 😉
𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚡𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍
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The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the rain tapping against the bedroom window. Jordan had changed into one of his oversized T-shirts, his messy curls still damp from his shower.
As you finished your skincare, you looked at Jordan who was already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head as he scrolled on his phone. The second he saw you he looked up with a sleepy smile.
“There you are.”
You laughed.
“I was gone for like five minutes.”
“Longest five minutes of my life.”
You rolled your eyes as you climbed into bed, but before you could even pull the blankets over yourself, Jordan reached out and gently tugged you toward him.
“Jordan,” you giggled.
“What?”
“I haven’t even gotten comfortable yet.”
“I know.”
“So why’re you dragging me over there?”
“’Cause there is where you belong.”
You giggled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest like you could leave any second. One hand rested lazily against your back, absentmindedly rubbing slow circles that instantly made every ounce of tension leave your body.
“Much better.” he murmured.
“You know you’re clingy.”
“I’m aware.” jordan said, sleepily
“You’ll admit it?”
“Proudly.” You laughed, the sound muffled against his arm around you.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The room was filled only with the hum of the fan and the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat.
Jordan tilted his head just enough to press a soft kiss to the back of your head.
“You okay?”
“Mhm.”
“Comfortable?”
“Very.”
“Good.” His fingers slipped through your hair, gently scratching your scalp.
“You spoil me,” you whispered.
He smiled.
“i know”
“you don’t have to”
“I want to.” The answer was so simple, so certain, that it made your heart ache.
Your eyes began to grow heavy.
Jordan noticed immediately.
“Sleepy?”
You hummed softly against him.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
“What if I miss talking to you?”
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“And if I miss you?”
He chuckled quietly before tightening his arms around you.
“Not possible.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I’m not letting go.”
You smiled into his chest, drifting into sleep
“I love you.”
“I know.”
A beat passed.
“…I love you more.”
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