Presidentschoice

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* tell me i'm your national anthem ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Contains: Fluff!! soft jordan, fem reader

It was mid June, Paris. you were there for a girls trip getaway with some of your girlfriends. on your second last night, you guys go to this nice restaurant with a gorgeous view. You can see the Eiffel tower shine from where you're sitting on the balcony. you get lost in the sight, its beautiful.

you're snapped back into reality when your best friend tugs your arm, dragging you to the bathroom with her "sofia, whats wrong? where are we going?" you ask, your legs moving faster than your mind. she pulls you into a stall with her "Y/N, i think i bled out, please go find me a tampon?" she says basically begging.

you let out a sigh, relieved nothings genuinely wrong. you agree and go back into the bustle of the restaurant in search of the rest of your friend group. you end up finding them, of course someone had a bunch in their purse.

your walk back to the bathroom is..different. you spot drew starkey and his brother at a table, you have to over your mouth from openly fangirling. you roll your ankle walking, your heels aren't making it easy, so you pick up your speed, already embarrassed.

right before you get into the bathroom, you run into a man. basically walking into his chest, all the sanitary things you were holding just fall splat.

you bury your face in your hands, not even wanting to see who it is. you hear rustling, and a voice speak, you can just hear his smile. "hey. i'm sorry about that" you remove your hands and your heart drops to your ass. you're face to face with Jordan Huxhold. your younger sister is obsessed with his youtube videos. but whats worse is the fact that he's your age, maybe a bit older. you can just feel your face heating up from embarrassment

he hands you the pads and tampons with a gentle look in his eye. hes assumed your french, since you haven't said a word back. you stare at him for what feels like a lifetime, before muttering out a, "uhmm, thank you. i should've watched where i was going". his deep blue eyes widen a bit, surprised you're not french. he smiles a small smile and waves his hand at the apology.

you both just stand there in awkward silence for a moment, before the bathroom door flings open and sofia drags you inside. he watches after you, confused.

An hour or so later, you and your friends are having a great time at dinner. nonstop laughter comes from your guys' table. On your way out, you feel a gentle tug on your arm. you look over your shoulder and are met those ocean like eyes you could get lost in. Jordan smiles shyly at you, hes never done good amongst big groups of people.

you turn fully, smiling softly. you tilt your head and he starts "uh, hi..again. are you okay? i saw you get, like, dragged into the bathroom" you let out a horrified half-laugh half groan. his smile widens at your reaction, his hand still loosely on your arm. "yeah...yeah, im okay. my friend just needed me. im so sorry, this is like the most embarrassing encounter i've ever had"

"don't be, we all have our moments" he says it so effortlessly, like he can just feel what your feeling. you stay silent for a moment, you hesitate before speaking but you push yourself to, hes just a stranger, no?

"what are you doing in paris?"

he smile stays in place, his eyes light up like this is his favourite topic. he tilts his head playfully and says

"I'm here for a fashion show. i model"

you look him up and down "i can tell"

he laughs "i guess you can"

the two of you stand there for what feels like forever, talking and laughing. you've known eachother no more than an hour, yet it feels like you share souls. after a really good, lengthy conversation, you realise your girls have been waiting on you the whole time, they've been watching you two with knowing smiles. you roll your eyes at them, then say to jordan. "this was great, but my friends are waiting on me and your probably are too."

"yeah, thats fair. can i have your number? i'd love to continue our conversation"

your heart is basically doing gymnastics behind your ribcage. you nod and type it in his messages, saving it with your name. "thats a beautiful name. text me?"

the next morning you meet up with jordan at a cafe, bright and early at 9 am. you guys grab some coffee together, and the conversation just flows between you two. next thing you know, your sitting on a grassy hill, overlooking the Eiffel tower. the sun is setting, creating a a beautiful orange like pink hue. you look over at jordan, whos been looking at you. he smiles when you catch him "we've hung out for 12 hours, isn't that crazy?"

"it is. but you're so interesting" 12 whole hours of admiring those beautiful blues. a silence falls over you two, like a blanket. he speaks again "you said your american. what state do you live in?"

"california, SoCal"

he gasps, "me too! god, we gotta hang out"

"oh, for sure. todays my last day in paris, my girls and i fly out at midnight" he looks at you, his gaze mixed with longing and something you can't quite name. "oh damn, i'm here for another week"

Days, even weeks pass.

you don't forge about jordan, you probably never will forget about him. you text all the time, but its not as special as talking in person. Its now the 4th of july. the suburbs of LA are all swarmed with gatherings, the smell of hotdogs linger in the air. its the one time of year where everyone is like family, united.

you've been invited to a bunch of parties. you go into one party, hang out for a bit then you go to the next. now, its like 11 pm. the firework shows will begin any moment. while they're all setting up, you look over and across the field you spot jordan. you know its him, those blue eyes are lethal, even from across the way.

hes smoking, you didn't think he could get even hotter, but hes full of surprises. you walk up to him, he doesn't notice you. you admire his side profile for a bit before speaking up. "funny seeing you here", he jumps "y/n! my god, my heart" you lean back in laughter

"i can't with you" he huffs playfully, pulling you into a side hug. his cigarette dangling between his fingers. he admires your festive outfit, the american flag on your shorts. he flirts weakly, "you can be my national anthem, for sure"

you laugh harder at his flirtation, he joins you. you catch up for a bit, then the fireworks start. you're entranced by the colours lighting up the sky. jordan is having a hard time choosing what to look at. you, or the fireworks. he speaks softly. "you're really into fireworks, hm?"

"yeah. how are you not? none are ever the same. they're beautiful" he kisses your head, and murmurs "not as beautiful as you"

the both of you stand there together, watching the fireworks. jordan occasionally takes a drag of his cigarette, unable to take his eyes off of you.

he gets what you mean, now. the fireworks are a sight for sore eyes.

the firework show is still going, but you're getting tired. he walks you down the street from the park to your car. he swings your hand as he holds it. smiling down at you

"you're so pretty"

you beam, no way jordan huxhold is calling you pretty. you stop when you get to your car, his hand still in yours. you smile

"says you"

he cups your face so tenderly, like you're fragile. he leans down and presses a deep, meaningfully slow kiss to your lips as the fireworks keep shooting over you guys. something out of a movie.

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-probs my longest fic which also took 2 days of writing 😭

-lowk hate it

daddy??

"do you need anything, hm?"

Jordan says after 2 rounds of bed break worth sex. He collapses onto the bed next to you, pulling you close against his chest. Hes breathing is evening out, his heartbeat creating a soothing rhythm under your head. he looks down at you curiously, awaiting a response.

"no..no, im okay. thank you"

he nods his head, just holding you in the afterglow. after you both catch your breath, he cleans you up with a towel while you talk about everything yet nothing.

none of you ever expected to be in this position. after all, this all started off as a fling, nothing but casual sex. you had met jordan about a year ago, at a mutual friends birthday party, vinnie hacker. you both had this silent agreement; sex, smoke, serenity.

aftercare had never been expected or apart of the agreement, but the more you hooked up, the closer you guys got. more time passed, the more emotionally attached you guys get. he often finds himself texting you about your day, asking if you'd eaten yet, if you're having a good day. hell, he brings you flowers every weekend he comes over.

you find yourself falling for him faster, little do you know hes folded already. between the intimacy, you've built a quiet understanding that you know eachother better than anyone else. inside and out. theres a feeling of relief that comes over you when you realise you're never truly alone when you have jordan.

now here you both are. you're sitting on his couch, admiring his warm, homey feeling apartment. he comes over from behind the couch, handing you a mug of coffee, his signature. he presses a kiss to your temple. "everything okay?"

you're brought back from you deep thoughts, meeting his icy blue eyes. you nod, "yeah. im okay". you hear your own voice, not believing it yourself. his eyes narrow, not fully convinced but not want to push. "okay...i'll just be down the hall"

you watch his retreating figure, coffee in hand, in this beautiful home he just accepted you into. and your heart sinks. theres a sudden realisation that your heart beats for jordan huxhold.

you're in too deep.

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-shorter one

Jordan huxhold x reader

A BLURBBB!! yayay

Jordan has just moved down the hall from his place which he shared with his best friend, Payton. Paytons girlfriend came and moved in with him. Alicia's in, Jordan's out.

He likes the location and layout of the place so he stays in the complex.

You're a college graduate, fresh out your 6th year at UCLA, completing a masters in psychology this past spring. Now that your saftey net of Church and State, Home and School have been blurred, you're in desperate need of a place to stay.

You end up talking to a friend of a friend who says they're looking for a person to share the space with. The mutual friend is none other than Jordan Huxhold whom you have zero in common with. Great.

You move into the Los Angeles apartment with no expectations. You never thought you'd be 25, a licenced psychologist, living with a stranger. You step into your new place a random Wednesday afternoon, hauling what feels like your whole life and some change in a bunch of bags. The sight infront of you stuns you. Jordan huxhold is standing in the kitchen, sipping some coffee, listening to some Cigarettes After Sex and...baking?

You didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. You've seen him a few times at some house parties, but never talked. He seems so manly, given his muscular form, and his cadence. After all, the men in your life strayed away from the kitchen, especially baking.

"Oh, didn't see you there" Jordan says with a lopsided, warm smile. he pushes his glasses higher up on his nose bridge and continues "You must be y/n. Nice to meet you. Your room is just down the hall, would you like a hand?" he says gesturing to your plethora of belongings. You stare at him like hes a mythical creature for what feels like forever before you open your mouth "uh, no, thats okay. nice to meet you to" you manage to utter before moving with haste down to your room.

The next evening you have a horrible argument with your trashy boyfriend, once again hes broken your heart. You usually don't let it get to you, but something about it tonight pushed you over the edge and you just have to let it all out. Jordan walks into the living room and spots you on the couch with tears running down your face, he sits beside you and asks whats up, with genuine worry.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying? whats up?"

"My boyfriend. He seems to care for everyone elses feelings but my own" you explain how hes always to the rescue when it comes to other girls but you. Jordan wipes your tears, his eyes full of understanding and sympathy.

"The person you love shouldn't be making you cry, let alone feel like this. Please tell me you left him"

"of course i did, i have self respect."

Over the next few weeks, you and jordan seem to be getting really close, like really REALLY close. Most evenings, you two share stories over wine, or he teaches you how to bake something new every time. His blue eyes allure you, they practically pierce through your soul. You tell your friends about your growing attraction for jordan, and they advise you to go for it. Hes a good person.

One evening. You, Jordan, Alicia, and Payton are all filming a video for jordans vlog. 'Who knows Jordan best?'. You get like every question right, everytime you do, jordan turns to you and smiles. Your faces so close, you can basically hear his breathing. As payton is making some obnoxious sounds and annoyingly flirting with Alicia, Jordan leans in and whispers something to you, which makes you giggle.

"your lips, my lips, apocalypse"

"you know Cigarettes After Sex?? no way, i love them!" he responds enthusiastically

"it was the first sound i heard when i walked into our home the first time. And of course i know Cigarettes After Sex, its all you listen to"

For the first time in a long time. Jordan felt seen and Y/N felt a deep sense of love. The two go hand in hand.

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