#jordanparrishxreader

Flexing your hands, you prepared for a small fight for life. Luckily, you had been practicing combat with the pack, all the guys wanting to make sure you would be able to protect yourself, regardless if they were there or not. Aside from their determination, you were driven by your own determination, one that drove you to not need to depend on anyone else to save you, but yourself.

As the unknown assailent came closer and closer, the more your body went into fight or flight. The thought of fleeing quickly passing through your mind, before shaking the thought from your head, realizing it was too late. Letting out a low, warning, growl, you began surveying your surroundings. It wasn’t until the soft crunching stopped, that you had the thought to quickly turn around.

It was in that moment, you were face to face with perpetrator. Growling, you swiftly lifted your hand and attempted to scratch them. Your movements coming with your eyes squeezed shut in fear. The being, caught your wrist, yanking you closer to them before turning you and pinning your back to their chest as they tightened their arms around yours.

“You know,” A familiar, safe voice rang through your ears. A whimper of relief passed through your lips as you visibly relaxed into the hold. “Your attacks would, probably be more successful, if you kept your eyes open.” The tip of their lips gently traced along the shell of your ear, earning an involuntary shiver to wreck through your body, as the hair on the back of your neck returned.

“Jordan!” You whisper yelled, voice filled with faux anger. “I could’ve really hurt you!” You gave a gentle, teasing, slap to his available hand.

The vibrations of his gentle laughter, wrecked through to your chest, overwhelming you with a warm and safe aura. 

“Stop laughing!” You began giggling along with him. Neither of you had moved from your previous position of your back against his front.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He gently blew hot air in your ear. “I couldn’t help it.” He gave you a playful squeeze.

Frowning, you knew this meant he would be pulling away. Since moving to Beacon Hills, Jordan was basically attached at your hip. Neither of you knowing what to do about the lingering, unsaid, feelings and tension that surrounded you both. 

The sound of his chuckles, brought you warmth, and comfort. All the while butterflies erupted in your stomach. “It seems you need to practice your fighting abilities more.” He gave you a toothy grin, as he spun you around, leaving his hands gently on your hips. 

Groaning, you crossed your arms along your chest, giving him a small pout as you rolled your eyes. “Come on, jordy.” You whined. “Just admit how good I’ve gotten since I’ve started training!”

Continuing his grin, he gave your hips a playful squeeze. “If I did..” His voice trailed off, leaving a hint of melancholy in the air. “Then I wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with you..” He stated as if the most obvious thing in the world.

Letting out a soft gasp, you dropped your arms down in surprise. “What…What are you saying?” You gulped. Searching Jordan’s eyes, you were hopeful. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he was ready to say something, only to be interrupted by another member of the pack.

“Y/N?” “Jordan?” Called a familiar voice. “You guys out here?” 

As the voice became louder, so did the owner of the voice. Naturally, it would be Stiles to ruin the one moment, Jordan was about to admit something to you. Letting out a heavy sigh, you shook your head, removing yourself from him. 

“We should-“ Both you and Jordan spoke at the same time. 

A smirk made it’s way back to your lips, quickly replacing the frown that was upon your lips. Turning towards Stiles, you both made your way back to the pack. While walking back, Jordan’s hand brushed against yours, leaving you with one word to sum up your feelings. Hope.

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