Favourites - Jordan Fisher x Reader
Here’s a fluffy one-shot to get you through waiting for Work Comes Home - Part 6 because I haven’t started that yet!
Request: could I request a jordan fisher fic since he is in the ham cast now??? I haven’t seen many jordan fics about. Something fluffy with maybe some smut would be great but whatever idea you have in mind is cool too :)
Word Count: 1040ish
Author’s Note: I didn’t write smut, mostly because I don’t know if I want to write it yet, so we’ll see. I hope you like it! But I agree, Jordan does need more love in the fandom. Also, I’m Canadian so some spelling will be different, we like the extra u’s, but my computer gets mad at me if I don’t add them. Like perfectionist too so I don’t like seeing the red lines on documents.
Warnings: Fluff, light swearing
You were unpacking boxes in your new apartment, with your favourite soundtrack playing in the background. Your boyfriend and you had just moved to New York City and into an apartment together. You were starting school in the fall and Jordan decided to see if he could land any theatre gigs over the next few months.
As you unpacked, Sora was watching you dance around the room and rap terribly along to the lyrics of the Aaron Burr, Sir. You were addressing the pug as if they were Aaron Burr. You’d dance from the box grabbing an item and before placing it on the shelf. As you were rapping along, you turned around to find Jordan staring at you from the entry way, trying to contain his laughter.
“Sora!” you addressed the dog, “Apparently, our audience doesn’t enjoy our performance.” You glared slightly at Jordan. “Such a shame, I was going to ask him to join our impromptu rendition. Guess we’ll just turn it off.”
As you reached for the speakers’ remote, you hand was grabbed by Jordan as he started singing the upcoming Lauren’s section.
“I’m John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints of Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh!” he spun you around as he continued to rapping. Giggling, you rapped Lafayette’s next lines as you continued to dance in Jordan’s arms around the living room.
Before My Shot started playing, you both collapsed onto the couch in laughter. Sora immediately jumping into Jordan’s lap to join. As you turned the volume down on the music, Jordan glanced over at you and said, “You’re really bad at rapping.”
“Excuse me?” you replied, “Sorry for not being involved in theatre and the arts since I was a child.”
He leaned over has placed a kiss on your forehead, “Don’t worry, I like that you’re smarter than me, Miss Law student.” You watched his eyes flicker between yours.
“Good,” you replied, satisfied with his answer, “You better remember that.” He let out a burst of laughter as he stood up, he offered you his hand to help you up.
“Come on,” he said “I’ve got a surprise.” He dragged you up from the couch and out the door within minutes.
“Hurry up, Y/N!” Jordan yelled as he dragged you through Times Square by the hand.
“Where are we even going?” you replied with sigh.
He looked over his shoulder with a grin and a spark in his eyes you haven’t seen since he got the casting call for Grease: Live, “You’ll love it!”
You had been jogging slightly behind him for over 12 blocks now. You let go of his hand and stopped to catch your breath.
“Y/N! What -” he said as he turned back to you.
“Jordan,” you said in between breaths, “You know exercise and I have a delicate relationship. I just need to breath for a second.”
You soon found yourself being lifted over his shoulder, upside down and staring at Jordan’s bum. There are worse things to look at in the world.
“Jordan!” you screamed, “What are you doing?”
“Obviously, I’m carrying my girlfriend the rest of the way,” he replied, as if it was common knowledge.
You glanced around and saw a few people passing by staring at the odd scene he was making.
“Please just put me down,” you started, “I promise I’ll walk with as much enthusiasm as you want, but right now people are staring. Probably at the fact my ass is being paraded around Manhattan.”
“Let them stare!” he shouted, “Your butt is covered by clothing and besides I like your bum,” you felt his hand on your butt, “A lot. It’s one of my favourites.”
“Oh my god!” you yelled, a blush flooding your face, “Put me down right now!”
“Fine,” he said as he lowered you in front of him, keeping his hands around your waist.
“That was very uncalled for,” you said as you look up at him with your arms around his shoulders.
“Maybe, but neither of us was complaining about the view,” he said with a grin, as his hand wandered dangerously lower.
You rolled your eyes and leaned up brushing your lips against his. Your eyes closing as you enjoyed the touch of his lips against yours. You let him take over the kiss with more dominance. As you pulled back needing to catch your break, you rested your forehead against his, noses brushing together.
“Tell me,” you whispered quietly, “Why was I dragged, then carried, out of my cozy apartment all the way to 46th Street?”
“Right!” he said, excitement rushing back into his eyes, he looked behind you quickly, “Okay, on the count of three turn around.”
He tucked a fallen tendril of hair behind your ear, “One.”
His thumb caressed your cheek, “Two.”
His other hand intertwined his fingers with yours, “Three.”
You turned around to see the Hamilton marquee, golden with its lights shining bright.
“Jordan…” you started cautiously, feeling his hand squeeze yours as you said his name. You looked over your shoulder to see him smiling and nodding.
Letting off a rambling of incoherent excitement, you jumped towards him wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He catches you and lifts you up, you instinctively wrap your legs around him. His hands somehow found their way to his favourite physical attribute on your body.
As you look down at his face, your hair creates a curtain around you both. Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his hair, settling to gently stroke the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m so proud of you,” you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
He lowered you back down, “I wanted to tell you in the apartment, but you were singing, and this seemed like a bigger reveal,” he said.
“Despite my ass literally being hauled out here,” you said with a grin, “I agree, this was much better. So, what part?!”
He laughed, “You’re going to love this,” he said. You started to bounce on the balls of your feet with excitement, “John Laurens and Philip Hamilton.”
Again, you couldn’t contain your excitement as you spun around quickly, before grabbing his face in both hands and placing a kiss on his lips.