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Acting Up...
In which Jordan gets tired of your attitude~
Genre: Smut (21+), Fluff
Warnings: Heavy sexual themes and language (21+)
Disclaimer: For fictional and entertainment purposes only!! This does not represent Jordan Poole as a person irl!!
A/N: Time got away from me and I was supposed to edit this. Excuse the errors plz!!
Ju-Ju my Brotosaurus, my Broklahoma, my Dominican Republic of Brongo, my TV Bromote you need to flee the vicinity with due diligence EXPEDITIOUSLY 😭😭🥀💔
that domestic life
average day in the life of loving jordan poole | 1.6k words | masterlink
pairing: jordan poole x fem!reader
info: pure fluff, established relationship
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there wasn't anything particularly special about this given saturday. it was among the average off-days that you got to spend with your long-term boyfriend, jordan.
as per normal, you and jordan were together in your large living room. he was sprawled out on the lengthened side of the sectional couch, wearing a large white t-shirt and black joggers. his round glasses framed his eyes that were focused on the tv where he was playing 2k. a yellow hat sat loosely on his head.
your normal spot on such a day would be laid on jordan's chest, as if there weren't a handful of other spots for you to occupy on the couch. indeed you'd always found jordan was the comfiest spot for you. not that he ever complained, he loved the closeness.
instead, you were curled up on the padded arm chair that was perpendicular to the couch. your sweat pant-covered legs were tossed over one the arm rests, your back supported by the other. your laptop rested against your thighs as you feverishly typed away on your presentation notes for an upcoming conference.
the rapid typing noises came to a halt as you took a moment to reread what you had written. halfway through the paragraph you were distracted by a wave of the ac brushing against the exposed skin of your arms, causing you to shiver a little.
"need a blanket?" jordan called over to you, his eyes never leaving the screen as he was in the middle of a very close game.
"i'd be fine if you didn't keep the ac set to arctic levels," you teased back. your spine twisted at an uncomfortable angle as you reached backwards for your couch blanket. your fingers were inches away from the soft fabric so you jerked your body, hoping the momentum would be enough for you to get a grip.
out of the corner of your eye you caught jordan whipping his head to you, doing a double take. he started laughing at the sight of you working twice as hard to refuse arising from the couch.
"'something funny, poole?" it came out as a grunt thanks to your extreme stretch.
jordan was quick to pause his game to bring the blanket to you. "no, absolutely not," he said as he unfurled it, preparing to drape it atop your body.
you smiled up at him as he tucked the blanket under your legs and against your torso. when he caught your eyes he sent you a wink.
you thanked jordan once he was satisfied with his blanket-laying job. he stood beside the arm chair and cradled your chin with his thumb and pointer finger.
"you almost done?" he asked you.
you looked at the clock, unsure of how long you'd been working on your presentation. it was shortly after three, meaning you had been working for just over four hours. you sighed, suddenly feeling your brain's tiredness. "soon. give me a half hour, i just wanna finish my thoughts."
"well, beautiful," he clapped his hands together and exhaled loudly, "you know where i'll be."
you just watched jordan as he picked up his controller again and resumed his game. he was too good to you. his effort, attention, and genuine care were just as strong on the day you met him as they were now, all these years later.
there was never a minute that passed where you felt as though you were missing something in your relationship. even during jordan's extended time away when travelling for games, he upped his effort to make sure you knew he was thinking about you all the time. it wasn't abnormal to receive surprise flower deliveries, finding hand written notes hidden throughout the house for you to find, or getting random selfies of him on the plane, laying on the floor of a hotel room, even during water breaks in practices. he just loved talking to you.
though it took a concerted effort to bring your focus back to your presentation after being heavily distracted by thoughts of your boyfriend, eventually you did. thankfully, you didn't have much left to do, so you found yourself focused in on your work, zoning out all of your surroundings, even jordan's groans of frustration.
your fingers began to ache from all the typing, so you took a moment to stretch your hands. though that wasn't the only thing you felt. you'd been around jordan long enough to know when he was staring, even without looking.
"what's with the staring, jor?"
he didn't have an immediate response so you turned to look at him with a victorious smirk.
"you're just so pretty when you're concentrating." you didn't necessarily feel it was the best you'd ever looked. what with being clothed in oversized sweat pants, one of jordan's t-shirts, random strands of hair escaping the rat's nest bun atop your head. but you knew he was being honest, no hint of teasing.
having never been good with compliments, you felt so flustered you had to look away. on the tv was the halftime graphic, explaining why jordan had enough time to stare at you for so long that you could feel it.
eventually, the clicking sound of his controller told you he had returned his focus to the screen. and with that, you returned to your work.
however many minutes later, you finally saw the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. you figured you had two more sentences left, plus the reread.
you tried not to let it distract you, but you noticed jordan's movement off the couch and toward the kitchen. you noted but didn't comment on the barrage of sounds coming from that direction. among the sounds were running water, the fridge opening and closing repeatedly, paper towel ripping, cupboards opening and closing, and underneath it all was jordan humming to himself. jordan was busy doing something, but you wouldn't let it pull your distraction when you were so close to being done.
that was until jordan came back to the living room, two mugs in his hands. he hadn't stopped humming as he mindlessly handed you one mug over the back of the arm chair.
it was full of fruit that he'd recently purchased from the farmer's market. the plump mixed berries were glistening with water droplets, evidence of having been washed thoroughly. a cleanly peeled clementine sat atop the berries in the mug.
jordan didn't say anything, nor did he expect you to after his little deeds. however, that didn't stop you from thanking him anyways.
"aw, that's so sweet of you! thank you!"
jordan continued humming as he lifted his hat, turned it backwards, then leaned down and planted a kiss to your forehead. the melody took a pause as he mumbled, "i love you," and made his way back to the couch, the tune picking up once more.
you knew for many, it'd be easy to get sucked into these little efforts, making them seem expected or common place. after all, jordan was just a man looking after his girl. but to you, every little thing he did without even thinking meant the world to you.
it wasn't until you started popping the berries in your mouth when you realized just how hungry all your work had gotten you. it was just more proof to you that your relationship had gotten to the point where jordan knew you better than you knew yourself.
sure enough, that sugar boost was exactly what you needed to power through to the end of your presentation notes and slam your laptop shut with a satisfied grin.
the sound brought jordan's attention to you. "you done?"
"i am now!" you peeled the blanket off and ran over to the couch. jordan released the controller from one hand, widening his arms, knowing exactly what was coming. you were full of giggles as you crawled on top of jordan, your head resting on his collarbone, forehead against his neck. you tightened your grip around jordan's trunk as if to make sure he wouldn't be ripped away from you. the thumping of jordan's heart almost instantaneously calmed your mind. not even a minute ago it was busy with a barrage of racing thoughts, but now, you felt the most at peace you'd ever felt.
"are you winning?" you asked.
"no, the computer's kicking my ass right now. but this game's almost over if you wanna turn on a movie or something."
you lifted your head to look at him as an idea crossed your mind. "can i play with you?"
"are you gonna force me to let you win?" his puppy dog eyes stared back at you, a smirk growing on his face.
you kissed his smile briefly. when you pulled away, you felt a smile grow, as though his smiles were contagious.
"i never said that! but..." you elongated the syllable. "i sure would like to win."
"mmm, that's not happening. we'll play on the same team." jordan said as he began setting up a new game for you two.
you sucked your teeth then said, "you just don't wanna start a losing streak."
"y/n, i promise you do not want this heat." with eyes widened he feigned seriousness, though you knew he was in a joking mood.
laughter escaped your lips as you pushed yourself off his chest, grabbed your remote, then cuddled up into jordan's side with your legs knotted with his.
hours passed without you even noticing. it felt like you'd blinked and suddenly the daylight was gone, replaced with the silverly moonlight. once jordan's stomach gurgles were louder than the sound from the tv, you two decided it was dinner time.
as per usual, you and jordan cooked dinner side by side. to him, it was an equal-effort task, but in reality, jordan was the self-proclaimed 'vibe chef', creating and playing playlists, pulling you away from the stove to dance for a moment, all the while you ended up doing the bulk of the work. however, you never felt bothered by this. jordan had found a way to turn mundane tasks into things to look forward to, day after day.
ok don't take this to wrong way but I have one complaint when it comes to dinosaurs why are people not drawing baby dinosaurs as freaky little monsters I get it dinosaurs are as babies are cute we seem walking with dinosaurs prehistoric planet the new walking dinosaurs.
BUT I'M JUST SAYING
as an artist and a dinosaur lover and someone that is very fascinated with animals why aren't we taking advantage of the fact as dinosaur lovers that baby dinosaurs could be those squidgy squirtley freaky wrinkly no eyes no feathers crusty beaks squeaky little balls of flesh we've just a beacon chicken wings.
so many birds instead of having like fully fledged little puff balls fluff have these freaky little babies just born where are those where are those where's this baby raptors that look like they're plucked chickens where's the baby T-Rex before it's opened its eyes where's all the freaky little bug-eyed beastie dinosaurs . any dinosaur
come on people, we're missing out.
this isn't a rant, this is just the fact that we are solely lacking in this type of cute ugly art of dinosaurs where's the scrawny baby pigeon looking dinosaurs we need them. NOW.
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I may have bought the entire set of the JP3 cards just so I could scan and frame this one....
i'm still alive (i'm waiting) // a billyalan playlist
moonflower wayside | fragile tension depeche mode | do you spoon | feel this flame unfold bragolin, carrallee | haunt me johnny goth | pull me through royal blood | waterfalls irish basement | soaked in pastel house of harm | stranger times life on venus | never let me down again depeche mode
Mind you, gay marriage was not legal back then.
