#jordanpls

[satanfm]

*  closed  starter  for  @jordanpls​​  .

another  reckless  night  has  landed  alex  and  lux  in  a  familar  postion  a  holding  cell  waiting  on  someone  to  come  and  bail  them  out  .  as  the  two  are  laughing  about  the  antics  that  managed  to  get  them  into  this  compromising  situation  ,  they’re  informed  that  they’ve  made  bail.  “  who  did  you  get  to  bail  us  out  ?  ” lux  whispers  to  alex  as  they  gather  their  belongings  ,  her  heart  drops  as  the  name  escapes  him  jordan  .  suddenly  ,  her  heart  is  pounding  ,  and  she  can’t  wait  to  get  away  from  this  place  .  “  i’ll  catch  up  with  you  l--  ”  it’s  too  late  ,  it’s  weird  to  think  that  she  had  dreamt  of  this  moment  happening  a  million  times  .  in  her  dreams  there  were  flowers  ,  and  no  police  station  or  alex  , and  she  would  run  into  his  arms  ,  and  it  would  feel  like  high  school  but  there  would  be  nothing  to  hide  anymore  .  for  once  she  wouldn’t  be  a  disappointment  . there  is  a  constriction  in  her  chest  as  she  hears  the  words  ,  ‘  do  you  two  know  each  other  ?  ’  .  she  takes  once  glance  at  him  ,  her  last  before  they’re  no  longer  on  speaking  terms  ,  “  not  anymore  .  ”  with  that  she  walks  out  a  small  semblance  of  her  pride  left  .

[wydmariana]

                   *  /   𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒇𝒐𝒓   @jordanpls​  .

“  fancy  running  into  you  here  ,  ”   mariana  says  as  she  approaches  jordan  at  the  bar  of   her  favorite  club  .  it’d  been  quite  a  while  since  they  spoke  ,  &  considering  she’d  been  in  la  the  last  few  months  ,  she  really  had  no  idea  what  was  going  on  with  her  ex  -  boyfriend  lately  .    her  plan  was  to  confront  him  about  amelia  ,  &   why  she  ambushed  mariana  with  questions  about  him  .  but  when  she  saw  him  in  the  flesh  for  the  first  time  in  months  ,  she  couldn’t  stop  the  tinge  of  guilt  that  sped  through  her  body  ,  almost  feeling  like  she’d  been  electrocuted  or  something  .  “  how  have  you  been  ,  j  ?  ”   she  asks  ,  changing  her  course  of  action  .  mariana’s  hoping  his  response  won’t  be  as   hateful  as  she’s  expecting  .

[eltvns]

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 ⇨ 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 .

     “  have  you  ever  read  a  fan  fiction  about  yourself  ?  “  elton  asked  his  friend  ,  slouching  on  the  chair  in  some  public  restaurant  in  manhattan  while  scrolling  through  his  phone  .  at  first  ,  the  raven  haired  male  was  simply  thumbing  through  his  twitter  mentions  until  he  stumbled  across  an  interesting  story  .  “  like  ,  in  this  one  …  i’m  the  son  of  a  mob  boss  .  and  guess  what  ?  you’re  the  undercover  cop  and  i’m  pretty  sure  we’re  about  to  fuck  after  i  make  you  torture  someone  .  check  it  out  .  “  turning  his  phone  in  the  direction  of  jordan  ,  he  grinned  ,  tiers  on  display  as  well  as  his  prominent  dimples  .  after  setting  the  device  down  on  the  table  ,  elton  reached  for  his  fork  ,  digging  it  into  the  macaroni  and  cheese  on  his  dish  ,  and  quickly  shoving  a  mouthful  between  parted  lips  .  @jordanpls​

[satanfm]

Delilah had YET to grow out of her DRAMATIC nature since high school. To any rational person their ex-boyfriend stopped text them at near TWO-THIRTY in the morning, they would go to sleep. But she’d never claimed to be rational, nor was she any other person. She decided to not do her makeup or dress up, she would to Jordan’s as HERSELF. A part unknown to her when Jordan BROKE HER HEART, and left her for someone else. At least that’s how the timeline unfolded in her head. Delilah grabs her ferret and puts him back in his cage, “Bye bueller! Mommy loves you.” She exclaims to her pet before walking out of the door.

When she arrives at Jordan’s place, she decides AGAINST telling him that she’s arrived, she hadn’t bothered to even ask if she could come over. After what seems like hours of contemplating, she finds her way to his door, and knocks AGGRESSIVELY. ( She didn’t really need a reason other than simply SCARING HIM a bit. ) “Jordan,” she says batting her eyelashes at him, it wasn’t in exactly something a friend would do, but she’d long since given up trying to figure out what kind of friends they were. “You really should’ve left me on delivered.” She retorts, walking past him, essentially INVITING HERSELF IN, looking around as he closed the door. “Nice place. So what are we unpacking?” She asks turning to face him, “What did you think I came over for ANYTHING ELSE?” Playing coy was something she constantly did, a skill she was fluent in, and Jordan himself knew that better than anyone. “Friends DON’T let friends unpack alone.” @jordanpls​

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[sheenapls]

jordan: there are 200 new CHINESE IMMIGRANTS coming to my school next year...200!!!!

elise: whoah that's a lot

jordan: thats like...THATS LIKE INJECTING STEROIDS INTO A BIG GUY...200...

elise: what