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Cooking by the Book

Jordan Fisher x Reader
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the jonathan fletcher gc: WE NEED MORE

well okay i ain’t gonna deny the squad of another part. this will be the last thing i post because i am exhausted and i can’t feel my left hand (yay wrist problems). so goodnight! for real this time x

requests are open as usual. enjoy your day / night!

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Originally posted by arianagrandes

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You opened your door to the cocoa eyed boy that had become your lover over the past few weeks. He was always early, and always bright eyed when he showed up at your door.

“Morning Jordan,” You said, rubbing your eyes and smiling at him. “Are we off on another breakfast adventure this morning?”

“No, I figured we could stay in today. As much as I love you, I can’t spend all of my money on you. Plus, you have a perfectly good kitchen here that’s going to waste,” Jordan stated, walking into your apartment and placing two coffees down on your dining table. “But I did buy breakfast in case we fail at cooking.”

“I see you have faith in me,” You stated, laughing quietly and shutting the door. “How’s the album going without me?”

Jordan pouted slightly. “I miss you so much. I’m sorry. I should’ve taken the blame for breaking that equipment…” He said, biting his lip. He looked up at you sadly.

“Hey, don’t say that. It was only an internship anyway. It’s not like it was going to become my career. Just something to fill in time and get some extra credit,” You replied, shrugging. You ruffled his hair, heading into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Anything jumping out at you?” Jordan asked, wrapping his around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Honestly, I haven’t been shopping in weeks. We can have eggs, or fruit salad,” You stated, furrowing your brows. “I swear I have something else…”

“I got you bread the other day on the way back from Hamilton. How does eggs on toast sound?” Jordan suggested, looking around the kitchen in an attempt to locate the bread. He unwrapped his arms from around you, opening the cupboard and grabbing the loaf. “Found it!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cooked eggs before. This could end badly,” You stated, taking the eggs out of the fridge and putting the carton next to the stove. You found a frying pan, putting it on the stove and putting some butter the pan before turning on the flame.

“I’m sure it can’t end that badly,” Jordan stated, picking up one of the eggs and tossing it in the air. The egg smashed when it landed in his hand, splattering all over the two of you and your kitchen. You bit your lip, holding in your laughter and picking up another egg. You cracked it on the edge of the pan, putting the yolk and the white in the pan.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” Jordan mumbled, placing the egg shell in the bin and looking at the ground. You smirked, picking up two pieces of bread and putting them on the sides of his head.

“What are you?” You asked.

“Are you being serious right now?” Jordan asked, pouting slightly. He huffed when seeing the serious look you were giving him. “An idiot sandwich…”

You burst out laughing, dropping the pieces of bread and doubling over as you continued to laugh.

“It’s not that funny! Hey, what’s that smell?” Jordan asked, turning to see the egg burning in the pan. He quickly turned off the flame, using a spatula and getting the egg from the pan in the bin.

You slowly calmed down from your laughing fit, standing up straight and looking at Jordan, who was glaring at you with his hands on his hips. “You had one job!” He exclaimed, pouting. “I was really looking forward to eggs.”

“If you stop complaining, I won’t make you clean up,” You replied, crossing your arms. Jordan’s hands dropped from his hips, resting at his side. He moved forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’re the love of my life, you know that right?” He said, smirking. You rolled your eyes, opening the fridge and grabbing the assorted fruits you had left over.

“Can we agree to never try and cook again?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend. Jordan chuckled, nodding as he picked up the two slices of bread from the floor.

“Never again.”

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well they say I gotta habit that I’m just a drug addict and I’ll never be nothing more

well they can just have it, I don’t care if I’m damaged, honestly I just think I’m bored

and alcohol is just a flavor that I wanna try and savor every second that I’m on tour

I’m gonna do what I want, I don’t care if it’s not what you want anymore

so now I’m drinkin’ coca cola with some whiskey and a soda I’ve been sippin’ since 10am

and every morning I wake up I just wanna give up but I guess I gotta deal with it

oh my god, it’s like boo fucking hoo, it’s just all about you, and man you’re so sensitive

and do you really think that I wanna be that guy that dies without any friends

but don’t go so sentimental now, I’ve got my whole life to figure it out, I’m gettin older and I’m freakin out cuz I got nothing to show and I’m still fucking broke

and now I’m one week sober and I’m still hungover and maybe I should take a break

and I think I need help cuz I’m playing with myself at least three times a day

and what’s the big fucking deal if I don’t wanna feel, but I got some reservations about rehabilitation

cuz I drink ‘til I’m mad
and I love being sad
oh my god I’m becoming my dad