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— sleeping in waking
jordan li (gen v) x gn!reader
genre: fluff
summary: prompts #3 (morning after) & #4 (“don't worry, i’m staying right here”) from my 2,000 follower event
warnings: none!
with a short groan, you stirred around in your bed. or, what you thought was your bed. you rolled onto your side to the blinds open, making you squint and open your eyes. then, you heard movement beside you, and as you opened your eyes more to see where you were, they immediately grew wide and you sat up quickly. looking around, you were definitely not in your room. looking at the person next to you, you froze staring at them.
you were in jordan li’s bed.
“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself quietly, holding the blanket up to your chest. “oh my god,” you repeated.
jordan moved again, now on their back laying down as you stared at them silently as if you were hoping this was a dream and not real. when they opened their eyes, you quickly looked away, not knowing what to expect from the person you've had a crush on for a while and now ended up in their bed over night.
“hey, you're still here,” they said with a short chuckle.
“uhm yeah,” you nodded your head anxiously. you glanced over at them, and a blush quickly formed on your face. “uhm, so, did we?” your voice trailed off as you looked down.
“i think so,” they nodded.
“think?” you questioned.
“well i dunno, i was drunk, you were drunk, so,” jordan shrugged.
“oh,” you mumbled, glancing around again. “do you…want me to leave now?” you asked.
“what?” they looked at you like you were crazy and sat up, also holding the blanket to their chest. “no, i mean, you don't have to leave unless you want to. but, i don't want you to,” they answered.
you looked at them again, seeing the genuine expression on their face and nodding. “well, i wouldn't mind staying a little longer,” you said.
jordan immediately smiled, sneakily wrapping their arms around you and pulling you back down onto the bed beside them. a smile formed on your own face as you laid next to them. your eyes found theirs, and your smile grew wider as did theirs.
“so, what does this mean now?” you asked in a soft voice.
“what do you want it to mean?” jordan replied with their own question.
“well,” you shuffled closer to them, “i would like to try this out. i really like you, jordan. it's only if you want to, though.” you told them.
jordan didn't reply, instead leaning towards you and kissing you, their hands finding your face and cupping your cheeks in their hands. you smiled and kissed back, your hands resting on top of theirs, cherishing the warmth of their body. your lips molded together with theirs perfectly, and neither of you wanted this feeling to end.
pulling away from the kiss but their hands remaining on your face, jordan smiled at you. “i’d like to try it out too,” they said.
jordan then moved their hands, pulling you closer to them and letting you rest your head on their chest, starting to play with your hair as soon as you relaxed into their touch. one of your hands found their free one and intertwined your fingers as you closed your eyes, listening to their heartbeat. it was a calming silence between you two, until they spoke up in a quiet voice.
“are you going to leave soon?”
shaking your head slightly, you held their hand, your thumb drawing circles on their hand. “don't worry, i’m staying right here,” you replied.
“okay,” jordan said, smiling to themself. “then if i wake up and you're gone i’m finding you.”
“that doesn't sound threatening at all,” you joked with a chuckle.
“not one bit,” jordan laughed.
“i’m glad this happened,” you told them. “it's way easier than confessing and praying it doesn't go wrong.”
“yeah, me too,” they nodded. “plus, we had a pretty fun night.”
“so you do remember!”
“okay, maybe i remember a little bit.”
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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Bad For Me. —
Jordan Li x Black Fem!Y/n
genre: angst (questionable, not there)/fluff/SMUT.
warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.
synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).
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She forces her way through the crowds, feeling herself bump into more than one frat boy being obnoxious on the dance floor, when she's finally pushed her way from everyone, her eyes darting around to the bar's seating area, not too many were there on account of the drinks keeping them busied.
She sighs until her attention is taken by a friend waving her over. Fixing the cowboy hat on her head, she makes her way over to them, a gentle smile on her face taking one of the seats next to Emma.
She doesn't notice them at first until she looks up and her smile immediately drops when they wink at her.
"Y/n? Earth to Y/n?" Marie snaps in front of her taking her attention away from the supe.
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎
"I'm here, ma. I was...distracted. Far too many frat boys in that crowd."
"You didn't see anything you liked out there?" Emma asked, draping her arm around Y/n and passing her a shot.
Y/n smirks, downing her shot, head leaned against Emma's when she speaks, her eyes close for a second, meeting Emma's the moment they open again, shaking her head, "Nah, sweetheart. Ain't nothing for me on that floor, you know me."
"I do. You're very picky."
"I like it that way."
As she talks, a pair of eyes track her every movement like a hawk's, eyes barely leaving her to scope out the scene, when they do look away, it's like something pulls them right back to her, which was the wildest thing to them in all honesty. They'd disliked the supe the moment they first met. There was something about her that just pissed them off.
"You been awfully quiet, Jor." Cate speaks up, leaning forward to observe their every move. "Shifty eyes too. What's up?"
"I just need a shot. That reason enough?"
"I'll take it. For now."
Jordan's eyes roll, and now they're really trying their hardest not to look over at the witch, she had psychic abilities, they were sure she'd had them pinned the moment they talked, and if she did, she didn't let it on, looking at them curiously for a fraction of a moment that felt like hours in Jordan's eyes, every time her eyes met them it felt like she could see through to their soul, rip them open and dissect every flaw.
"I could...go get us some?" She offers, moving from her spot leaned on Emma, legs crossed one over the other. Cate's eyes break from Jordan knowingly, but no one really says a word, what's understood, after all...
"You stare any harder your eyes will pop out of your skull, kid." Cate pats the poor thing on the shoulder, grin stretching cheek to cheek.
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Jordan despises you, they despise your very existence, the way your platinum blonde curls frame your face, making your dark brown skin pop out in a way that could distract God from his toughest battles, your lips full and always glossed, black lipliner a staple combo for you, they'd noticed. They'd noticed a lot about you and that's what they hated. You were insufferable in a way that left their mouth watering for more.
A puzzle they were determined to solve.
When you had come back with the shots, they weren't surprised that you caught somebody's eyes. That's another thing they hated about you, they hated that anybody else could look at you and notice the beauty they'd been trying their damndest not to notice.
When you were about to sit down again, some jock who Jordan noticed had been eyeing you for quite some time, and Jordan wasn't exactly happy about it.
It happened so quick, everyone and no one was surprised when it did.
"I was wondering, if you, pretty thing would like to dance with little ole me?" He had the most infuriating southern accent possible and Jordan's jaw set immediately upon hearing it, stood up before you could utter an sentence in response, their form towering over you now as they look up at the douchebag, blonde with blue eyes and overwhelming steroids abuse.
"Move along, alright?" Jordan has a grin of all things on their face, like this was merely entertainment to them, their arms casually draping across your shoulder as if it was meant to be there.
"I was talking to the lady, Li."
"Yeah? You're talking to me now, Jeremy. You okay with that?"
Throughout this all, Y/n hadn't really uttered word, in complete shock that this was happening, I mean this was the same person that had just called you a nuisance a day prior.
"Man, I don't want a problem."
"So don't make one." Jordan's gaze burns into his soul, jaw clenched and eyes darker than they'd been before, they smile, eyes narrowing further.
Jeremy scoffs, turning to walk back off with his friends.
You just look up at Jordan in disbelief, mouth opened slightly.
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎
After that night Jordan was strangely quiet, you hadn't heard a peep out of them since then, no smartass remark, insult, it was complete silence. Though they lingered. Loomed.
It wasn't until you were pulled into an empty classroom, their scent taking up residence in your every sense, it's hard to pin what it reminds you of but you know what it feels like, and it's the most cliche thought you've ever had.
They just stared at you for a moment like they're trying to get a read on you, size you up, you feel exposed, naked as the day you were born despite the sweater she wore.
"You...You make me so unbelievably angry."
"I do? That's what this is? Anger?" You cock your head to the side, a smile threatening to appear on your lips, eyes so deep they drown in them. Jordan hisses, bringing you closer to them, their breath tickling your skin.
"Yeah that's what that is. Anger. We need to talk."
"I agree. Let's."
Jordan hoists you up onto the table, staring you down like it was their job to, before they speak, you beat them to the punch. "That was wild...What you did last weekend at the bar. For you especially. Wanna address it?"
"What? I didn't want him anywhere near you. So?"
"Since when did I become your problem?" You ask, your hands in your lap almost protectively like you were skeptical of how the situation would go, they could pratically smell the nerves on you, and it made them all the more...needy. Like you were the sundae to satiate their sweet tooth, before they knew it, their arm was snaking around your waist tugging you closer to them.
"You became my problem the second you got here, and I can't seem to get rid of you. I don't know what you're doing to me, darlin' but I..."
"You what?"
Their forehead presses against yours, holding you even tighter against them like you'd crumble if they were to let you go, something so fragile that only they could protect it. That's what you were to them. "I need you. Horribly. And it fucking sucks to have to admit it but there's...there's something about your freshie. Something that latches onto me and doesn't let go. Can't you feel it?"
"I always have." You respond coolly, your hand wrapping around their bicep, and it's absolutely far too late to turn back now nor do either of you want to. Neither of you want to ruin this.
"Then the jokes on me, huh Pretty girl?" They chuckle, pushing your legs apart to stand between them, they trap you between their arms their face unbelievably close to yours, "How could I not understand just how badly I needed you, sweetheart? You're something worse than a drug and I think we need to leave before I tear you apart right here right now." Their voice is deep in your ears, something that vibrates within you like a freight train.
There was nothing in their tone to suggest that they weren't completely serious in their quest to drag you off, you could see their self control dwindling before your very eyes and you knew that if it weren't soon, you'd be bent over a desk in some room a poor janitor would have to clean up later.
It's silent for a breath, but their hold on you only grows tighter, possessive like they were afraid of you vanishing.
Their breath kisses your skin, words a soft promise of their undoing.
"My place."
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎
It wasn't my fault, I don't know when the lines had become so muddied but having her by my side just felt insanely right to me, her perfume blanketing over me and imbedding every fucking detail of the witch into my psyche so deep I can never seem to get rid of it, and as she sat beside me singing her heart out to the radio, it furthers my obsession, she, my vice, and the neverending subject of my every thought.
She says something but I don't quite hear it, her scent drowns it all out, euphoria washes over me, and I can hear her rambling on about everything and nothing like she's already so comfortable in my presence.
My hand rests on her thigh, and I tune back in just enough to hear her ask me with a knowing smirk on her face like she could see right through me and then some, and I wouldn't be shocked if she could. That was the thing about her, she was always one step ahead and that's what pulled me to her.
"You weren't listening to a damn thing I said were you, Li?" She asked, leaning forward to look at me better, observing me so intensely I could feel myself growing an unbelievably deep shade of red that kinda irritated me.
Maybe that's why I disliked her so much at first. She was the first person here to make me feel things I didn't wanna allow myself to ever feel, especially not with the path my life was headed.
It was her that made me wanna break all my rules, and I've always been a control freak. It was annoying to feel her pushing so hard at walls I thought I'd built so indestructibly. -- Now here she was looking at me with that damned smile of hers, staring through me and making me question everything I've ever known.
"I- Yeah, Um nah. I was a little distracted, I admit." I chuckle too nervously for my own liking, one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing the pretty thing's thigh; I always get a hit when she looks at me like I hold the world in the palm of my hands, and I can just feel my throat squeezing shut, my self control something so fragile when I'm near her.
"I see. What's on your mind?"
She asked me what was on my mind, I think that's when it snapped. I knew about this little hideaway, a spot away from the lights and the threat of being seen, and before I even realized it that's where we were, a shaded space away from everything with the woman I'd been fantasizing about for way too damned long for my liking, she was gonna be the fucking death of me if I didn't fix this.
"Cute. You know what's on my mind. Get your ass over here."
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎
She was in their lap within a breath or two, the car wasn't particularly spacious but it was enough for the two of them, a mess of desire ripping off each other's clothes with intent, it was almost like something necessary needed for them survive, something akin to oxygen itself.
Their hand reaches up to tug her head back, hands entangled in her curls, forcing her to look into their eyes directly.
"Ride me."
The statement was so simple, so effortlessly whispered between them and it didn't...it didn't get to hang in the air too long either, unrequited was something this situation knew nothing of.
Her body was pressed so closely against them it was almost suffocating, her forehead against theirs when she was fully on top of them. Her chest heaves, their breathing and the sound of the music the only thing heard in the car, and it seemed they were determined to be the loudest things there.
They let out a sharp hiss when their cock is finally exposed to the air and it takes not even a moment for her cunt, dripping so shamelessly, to hover over their hardened length, leaving a heat so lethal to wash over them.
They grip their hand around her neck, tugging her even closer, eyes searching hers with an intensity so palpable it could be cut with a knife. Their hands roam over her like they'd been itching to explore her for a while now and god had they ever been. They'd been absolutely thirsting for it.
"Safeword. Let me hear it."
"I don't know, fucking lime?"
She and Jordan look at each other silently, the hand on the clock ticking ahead before both burst into laughter, Jordan's hands gripping her hips tightly within their palms, the way they look at each other intense, heated, and filled with mutual affection for the other party. "Lime? Fucking lime?"
"You asked for a safeword, I panicked!"
"Yeah?" Their finger trails down her neckline, eyes locking on hers, hands moving her hips in time with their thrusts, a low groan tumbling out of their lips, fingers digging into her asscheeks, pulling as close as they could get her. Closer, if possible.
The way her words die out on her lips, their free hand wrapping around her neck, taking in Y/n's scent, they get closer.
"God you're so fucking cute. Look at that, you're speechless for once in your life. No talking back right now, sweetheart?"
"You...I want you to kiss my ass." She responds, but her voice is weakened, an air of vulnerability washing over her. Jordan catches onto it without much effort on their part, one look at the poor thing and it was clear she was nothing more than putty in their hands. Melting right between their fingers.
"You and I both know you can do better than that. You have done better than that...Where's that spark now, doll?"
Their hand reaches down to pinch her clit between their fingers, breath ghosting over their lips, a shit-eating mischievous-looking smirk on their face, they can practically feel her ending begin.
"Speak up, baby. Be loud for me."
Their hips angle for her g-spot, and with a particularly hard push, they feel her clench around them, cock twitching sensitively when she grips them like a vice and she obliges their requests, singing a pretty little song, all for their utter euphoria.
The way her face twists up, eyebrows knitting, and eyes squeezed tight, lips parted to let a scream out, one so desperately needy it sends them over the edge immediately, their seed spilling into the witch and arms grabbing her tighter without any intent to let go.
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎
They had to spar the day after, the little witch could feel her limbs aching with every step she'd taken and unfortunately it was only going to get worse; She could see Jordan looking at her with a determination so familiar in their gaze that it made her shiver. She knew she wasn't safe despite what had happened last night.
"Seriously?" She glances at them, narrowing her eyes their way.
"You're not safe because you're sexy, get your ass up."
Y/n silently nods to herself, standing up to get herself prepared, sighing airily, that familiar confident grin shows up on her face.
"Fine. Let me beat your ass and shut you the fuck up."
"That shouldn't be so... C'mon, let's go. You're going down, freshie."
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎
A/N: happy 21st birthday to me bitchhhh!!!!!!!!!!! here's my lil late lil birthday fic I guess <33.
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Little Does He Know (Gio Queiroz x Reader)
warnings: homophobia, abusive behaviour. implied smut and light smut
a/n: based off this request here also I know Gio is dating or dated some blonde guy and for the story hes abusive okayyy. also... FAV FIC omg
prompt: in which gio is too scared to come out so she hooks up with the reader behind her boyfriends back and has been doing this for months.
Four months ago you had woken up in your own bed, like every morning. The only difference was that the sheets had fallen off the bed, and there was a naked girl next to you. She was lying other front, the corner of the sheet over her lower body, exposing her back and sides to you. But it wasn't just a girl. It was Gio. Gio who called herself straight, Gio who had a crush on Michael B. Jordan. Gio who had a boyfriend... and Gio who had just had the best sex of her life with you.
That morning, four months ago, you had woken her up by tracing your fingers over the curve in her back, and then down her sides to the exposed part of her breast. She was perfect. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow and her head was turned away from you. You never wanted to leave her, you just wanted to watch her sleep, and rejoice in the fact that she was yours. But she wasn't. She was also her boyfriends, and that just made you mad.
When she woke up, she flipped over onto her back, leaving her body visible for you. You remember inhaling sharply at that sight and then laying your head on her chest.
The rest was history.
Almost every single night after training, Gio was at your apartment. You hooked up, yes, but you also cooked for her, watched shows with her, and teased her by undressing yourself as she was on the phone with her boyfriend, reassuring him that she was just finishing up helping you move things around in your apartment, or some other excuse for not being home with him. Because that wasn't her home anymore. Your apartment was. You were home.
But she had to leave most nights, and the mornings where you woke up without her in your bed were the mornings where you wanted to find David, Gio's boyfriend, and tell him about all the nights with Gio. Tell him about all the things she said to you, all the looks she gave you and all the sounds she made for you. But instead, you put on your kit and went to training, looking forward to brining her back home. To her real home.
Now, four months later, the same scenario had just happened. Gio had lied to David, telling him that she would be spending the night with all of the Arsenal girls for a team bonding activity. But David didn't care. He would be drunk anyways.
Two months into your hookup, you had told Gio to leave Jacob. And she had told you how badly she wanted too but although she wouldn't admit it, he was borderline abusive. Never violent, but emotionally horrific. So you got even more protective. Driving her to and from practices, picking her up from her apartment with David whenever you could and then brining her back on the nights she didn't stay in bed with you till the sunrise. She didn't leave him but she might as well had.
You always woke up before Gio, but today was different. You basked in the May sunshine coming through your window, and when you turned over to put your body on top of the Brazilian, she wasn't there. You stood up quickly, fear of not having her by your side consuming you although you weren't sure why. You slipped on a pink tee shirt of hers over your naked body, not bothering for underwear before rushing out of the bedroom.
You opened the door swiftly, sending it flying against the wall before rushing through the small hallway leading to the main area. "Giovana!" You exhaled, relieved at the sight of her in your kitchen making coffee. "Hola bébé, qué pasa?" she asked, abandoning the coffee she was making and rushing over to you. She placed her hands on your waist and looked into your eyes as though she would find the answer to your panic in your orbs. "You weren't next to me when I woke up. I don't like that," you said, resting your head on her shoulder.
Gio's hands ran up and down your back, keeping you close to her before travelling to your cheeks so she could move your head to let her look at you. "You scared David came and took me in the middle of the night?" she teased, making you blush and smirk. "Would I be pathetic if I said yes," you said to her, pushing a loose wave away from her eye and tucking it behind her ear. You ran the pad of your thumb over her cheekbone as she answered you. "No, you would be adorable, and beautiful, and I would love you even more," she said. "Then leave him, please, I'll protect you I promise," you begged.
Gio rolled her eyes and pulled away from you, walking back into the kitchen and adding cream to your coffee and milk to hers. "Gio hear me out-" you tried to say. "No. I have heard you out. And I want to leave him but... I'm not scared of him okay I'm just-"
"Scared to admit you're gay? Or bi at least?" You cut her off. Gio looked down, clearly feeling guilty. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
You fiddled with your hands as Gio brought you your coffee. "Its okay. I dont care as long as this... as long as you clotheless in my bed never stops." you told the Brazilian. "Good to me," she said, kissing your forehead. "If you wont leave him, at least come back to bed with me for a couple minutes before leaving for training?" you proposed.
Gio bit her teeth together giving you an apologetic look. "Im sorry pretty girl but my training gear is at David's and..." she started explaining but you kissed her to shut her up.
Her lips tasted like coffee, broken rules and the night before. Everything you loved most. "See you at London Colney?" you said. "Yeah, love you," she answered, kissing your lips again quickly. "Love you," you retorted, watching her leave the apartment with her cup of coffee still in hand.
You changed into your training kit, tied your hair into a slicked back low braid and then headed out after making avocado toast. You had texted Gio asking her if she needed a ride but she answered that she didn't. That meant David was brining her, which meant you would be seeing him today.
David knew you didnt like him, he was unaware of why though. Every time he dropped Gio off, or you picked her up, you stared at him roughly until the Brazilian told you to stop by discreetly placing her hand on your lower back or giving you a stern look.
You stepped out of your car and London Coloney before Gio got there, but she didnt take long to show up. As you were about to walk inside, you saw Davids car pull up. He parked in the spot a couple down from yours and then stepped out.
His stupid bleach blonde curly hair.
His stupid tanned skin.
His stupid brain that really thought Gio still was in love with him.
You watched, eyes ice cold as he walked away from the car towards Gio. He didnt even open the door for her. But she kissed him goodbye anyways. And then David saw you. He tauntingly smiled at lifted his hand up in a greeting. You just narrowed your eyes and scowled at him further. He then whispered something to your girl, the girl that had been in your bed mere minutes before and got back in his car.
You watched him drive off as Gio walked towards you. "Leave him be baby," she whispered once he was out of sight. She placed her hands on your waist but your eyes stared fixed at a point past her shoulder. "Look at me, y/n. I want you. No one else," she said once your eyes connected with hers. "I hate it when you kiss him," you told her. "Then wipe his kiss away with yours," she suggested.
So you did, you kissed her right there in the entrance of London Colney.
That night, Gio did not come over. David was brining her out to dinner. So, you sat in your apartment absolutely fuming. You wanted him as far away from Gio as possible. Not because you wanted her to yourself but mostly because you had no trust in him. You wondered if they still slept together as you watched the show on your TV.
But despite the anger, the jealousy... the emotion you found yourself feeling the most vividly was one of fear. If David was bringing her out tonight, was he trying to make amends? And if he did make those amends... would Gio leave. Would she choose him over you?
Thats how you ended up sitting on your couch crying, the simple thought of loosing Gio driving you insane and bringing you to feel the worst things about yourself.
You felt panic wash over you, your heart and breathing heavy, your head cloudy and your emotions running untamed. You tried to calm yourself down but your eyes were already red and puffy. You opened your phone to see a message from Gio.
Gio: dinners done. told David I was going grocery shopping, I'm coming over.
"Fuck," you groaned. It had been sent five minutes ago which meant she was almost here. You rushed to the washroom and splashed water on your face, trying your best to make it seem as though you hadn't spent the last hour bawling your eyes out. What the hell would you tell her if she asked? "Oh yeah I've just been sobbing over the hypothetical scenario ive created in which David gets his act together and you leave me for him."
Yeah, that wouldn't freak her out at all.
But when the doorbell rang, the swelling in your eyes hadn't gone down and your nose was plugged. She would know.
You gathered yourself as best you could and pulled the hood of Gio's black hoodie up, hoping to cover your face somewhat. However the second the door was open, she knew. "Baby... what is it beautiful?" she asked, coming into the apartment and closing the door behind herself. You lost it completely.
Your whole body shook with the tears you were letting out, finally releasing the weight of keeping your relationship a secret out. You hadn't even known the extent of the pain you were carrying.
Your arms were draped around Gios waist and she held you as close as humanly possible. Your body sunk to the floor, and Gio guided you to the floor, going down with you so that you were cuddled up between her legs on the floor. Once your sobbing calmed down, she pulled your hood down and brushed your hair with her fingers. "Please tell me what's wrong, I hate seeing you like this, you're scaring me." Gio said.
You looked at her with wide eyes, your bottom lip trembling. "You're gonna leave me. The second David brings you flowers... or cooks you a meal you're gonna feel guilty and leave me. Because... because hes easier to be with. He's not a good man but no one asks questions when a girl is with a man. And clearly you dont know what your sexuality is which is okay but you are too nice to keep cheating on him. He brought you to dinner tonight and tomorrow he'll buy you a box of chocolates and then I'm gonna be some... some distant mistake or experiment even though I'm the one who's been putting a smile on your face for months.
Gio looked completely taken aback. Although your hookups had been fun, comforting, familiar and all good, she hadn't realized the mental toll it had to be taking on you. She had never felt so guilty.
"I think you're the love of my life y/n. And I'm gonna breakup with David. Because I never want you to feel this way again. Especially not because of me. I never want to be without you baby, and I mean that. But that means were gonna have a dog because I'm not leaving my baby boy behind," Gio said to you, holding your face close to hers, wanting desperately for you to hear her words.
"Really?" You said, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. "Yes. A million times yes."
If only it had been that simple.
Gio spent the night, make up sex had 100 perfect been on the table. She went to the length of telling David your mother has passed and you needed her. He answered with 'whatever'.
She had brought her training gear so you left together for London Colney that morning. On the way back from training you dropped her off at David's apartment. You couldn't even call it hers anymore, she basically lived with you. You didnt kiss her, instead squeezing her upper thigh as a goodbye, teasingly brushing your fingers over her core before removing your hand. "You're funny," she said as she opened the door. You watched her walk into the apartment complex.
You were lucky you had a sixth sense that made you stay parked in front of the building because after five minutes sat in your car, Gio texted you.
Gio: come back please.
You had never moved so quickly. You didnt even lock your car, choosing instead to jump out of it and run towards the building. You opened the door and thanked the man who had been walking out over and over. You took the elevator up to the sixth floor and then rushed to the 609 apartment.
You banged on the door loudly and when you only heard yelling and barking from the apartment you opened the door yourself. Gio was standing in the living room of a much less nice apartment than yours, facing David who was yelling obscenities. Gios dog was barking at David, standing protectively in front of his mother. "No! You’re fucking some fag and you think i’m just gonna let you leave. She’s fucking brainwashed you and- oh there she is. There’s the pretty little dyke," David said.
He was drunk.
Gios head snapped to look at you, her eyes teary and wide. She grabbed a random bag you assume she packed and her dog and started walking towards you.
You saw David lunge for her but you were quick to stand between them. He grabbed your arm instead of her shit and suddenly Gio was at the door and you were where Gio had been. You started speaking to him, changing your lingo for it to be understood by a man. "Listen dude. She doesn’t want beef she just wants to end it," you started saying. "Nah fuck that. She came in here like nothing was wrong. I saw you two sluts kissing at the training center and then my friend saw you guys again in front of your apparement," he said, talking directly to you and getting closer. But you didn’t back away, you just stared at him. "What do you want me to say buddy? Sorry I can please your girlfriend- mhm… sorry ex-girlfriend more than you can I think that’s more of a you problem than a me problem."
Maybe you shouldn’t have said that because you felt his fist collide with your face.
You spat blood on his floor before giving him the finger. "Leave right fucking now," he growled. "Or I swear you’ll be crying on the floor," he threatened.
You raised your hands in mock submission before turning your back to him and ushering Gio out the door. Your heart was pounding and clearly Gio looked terrified. "He’s never done that before I swear. I’m so sorry baby are you okay?" she asked you once you got the the elevator. She put the dog on the floor and put her finger on your lip, wiping away some blood. "I’m fine pretty girl. Are you?" you asked her as you walked into the lift. "I feel free. And it’s all thanks to you," she said, kissing your cheek and then putting her head on your shoulder. Her right arm was wrapped around your waist and the left was holding the lead. "What’s in the bag?" you asked her, lifting her bag you had taken for her to show it to your girl. "Essentials. Let’s just say i’ve thought about running away from him and leaving to you a couple times before," she said.
That night, you let Gio get settled in for good. She put on a big shirt and small shorts along with her hair in a bun. Although there were hookups every week, it was the first time she had gotten settled at your apparement. But you had every intention of taking off the clothes she had just put on.
"Okay so I ordered sushi and I thought we could watch a movie or something?" Gio suggested once you walked into the room. "Mhm... yeah we could do that," you said, smirking at her. You made your way behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, rocking back and forth and enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against yours. "You horny little shit," she laughed as you started gently grinding your hips onto her.
But she wasn't complaining. She flipped herself around so that she could kiss you. You fought for dominance, ending up the winner as your tongue roamed her mouth. Her hands slipped under your shirt and then pulled it off. You had done most of the work for her, having taken off your bra earlier in the evening. Gio gently got down on her knees and pulled down your sweatpants and then your underwear, leaving you completely exposed while she was still clothed.
"Hey unfair, take your clothes off," you pouted. "I like seeing you like this, it makes me feel... in control," she said, looking up at you through the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched at her words and before you knew it she had you sat on the counter, her face between your legs and her hands pushing down on your thighs.
That kind of happiness, pleasure and safety was just something a guy could never offer Gio. But you could, and she was all yours now.
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Headcanons: Jordan Li with Streamer!fem reader
A/N: This character has a chokehold on me just like they do everyone else. Also, I don't claim to own this character nor the gifs, I just had this idea for a scenario.
Notes: 1116 word count and some swearing.
You never thought that your stream you started out of boredom during high school would take off but by the time you got to GOD U, you were always on the Top Ten Streamer list on V-TV.
Your content ranged from wholesome gaming, collabs with other creators, and commentary on popular videos or media. Emma, Marie, Luke, Cate, and Andre had all been featured at least once but your oldest friend, Jordan, was hesitant.
“I don’t want a bunch of weird strangers knowing who I am,” they muttered when you tried to convince them to join for the millionth time.
You pouted, “Jordan, that’s what the mods are for. Anyway, it’s a risk you’re going to have to take as a supe anyway, right?” They were reluctant to admit you were right and after bribing them with Olive Garden, grumpily sat next to you as you set up your stream the following night.
“Try to look a little more enthusiastic,” you teased as you adjusted your cameras to frame you and Jordan well.
“It’s hard when I’m still hungover,” they griped. Despite their mood, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you clicked on the big green “start” button and sat down in your custom gaming chair.
“Hi everyone, welcome back! Today, I have a very special guest who taught me almost everything I know about gaming,” you chirped, pulling Jordan’s chair closer to your side. “This is Jordan.”
Almost immediately, your chat started going crazy. “Who’s the hot guy?” “That’s your friend???!!!” “I knew I should’ve tried harder to get into GOD U.”
Jordan’s eyes widened at the response, and they sat up a little straighter and waved. “Hi everyone and yes, I am Y/N’s friend, and I did teach her everything she knows about gaming.” You elbowed them in the side playfully. “Not true!” “Before me, she didn’t even know what T-posing was.”
You playfully smacked their arm and shook your head. “Shut up. Anyway, tonight I am wearing my cozy sweatshirt because it is spooky season and to celebrate, we will be playing Outlast and Jordan is here in case I faint from fear and emotional support.” Jordan snorted, “You’re playing Outlast when you couldn’t finish FNAF?”
The night was filled with screaming and panic from you while Jordan mostly laughed at your pain and tried to give directions.
“Go left! No, the other left!” They shouted. “I panicked!”
Throughout the gameplay, the chat was bombarding you both with comments and donations. “Cherrypickednightmare gifted 50 subs and said, ‘Please give Jordan their cut’,” Jordan read. “Thank you for the subs! What cut? This is my channel, Jordan is a guest. They are here as a friend,” you said without taking your eyes off the screen.
“I don’t think you did this well with anyone else on the channel, I think I should be compensated,” Jordan teased. “Your pay is my friendship and potentially more Olive Garden.”
With that statement, your subscribers sent more “gifts” and subs as you continued playing. “Mikeysleftfoot said, ‘For the Olive Garden fund,” Jordan chuckled. “Yes, chat, for only 9.99 a day, you can provide Jordan with a week’s worth of Olive Garden even though they only eat the breadsticks, but someone needs to order something so no one gets kicked out,” you teased in a fake serious voice.
Jordan seemed to have too much fun interacting with chat while you were avoiding being attacked by zombified asylum patients. “WHY DID I COME INTO THIS HOSPITAL ALONE WITHOUT A WEAPON? I’M A JOURNALIST AND NO ONE KNOWS I’M HERE!” you screamed while frantically trying to get your character to run away from the giant patient. “Y/N, Viledeeds87 wants to know how we met.”
“NOT NOW!” But you died in-game seconds later and huffed. “We met in kindergarten,�� you stated. “No, preschool.” You burst out laughing, “My bad, I lumped the years together. We were on the playground, I got a splinter from the swing set, and Jordan walked me to the nurse’s office.” “I’ve been looking out for her clumsy ass since.”
After that night, your friendship with Jordan and Jordan themselves became a hot topic on your channel. “Someone said, ‘Why is Jordan so daddy?’ Relax, chat, or else I will not bring them back on the channel. Their head’s gonna get too big from your thirst,” you joked.
Surprisingly, Jordan loved the attention, especially the reactions they could get out of you because of the attention.
“I should write up a contract to make sure I’m getting my proper royalties,” Jordan suggested mindlessly during a study session. “You know I have a team of lawyers, right?” “Scared they’ll agree with me?”
But when your merch collection came out, Jordan was the first to model and post about it on social media. Their appearances on the channel were regular and fueled more engagement on your streams, which your management loved.
Your other friends offline couldn’t help but comment on it either, with Andre only being a little jealous of the attention Jordan got while Luke and Cate couldn’t be more supportive.
Emma and Marie proudly shipped you and Jordan. “You’re so cute together, I mean, it’s giving frenemies and will-they-won’t-they at the same time!” Emma insisted. “No way, there’s nothing there. Jordan’s my best friend and it makes sense that we would have decent chemistry.” “I may not be super experienced in this area but, they do not look at you like a friend, on stream and off,” Marie commented.
You thought your younger friends were nuts. If there was anything between you and Jordan, you would be the first to know. Sure, you occasionally got butterflies around them when they smiled in either form and you regularly bought things or sent them pictures of something that reminded you of them. But all best friends do that, right?
Then one night, when you should’ve been studying, you were scrolling on social media when you stumbled across fan compilation videos of you and Jordan. While a lot of them were funny, a few of them were on the shipping side.
For the first time, you saw how Jordan’s big brown eyes softened when you weren’t looking at them and how they were so quick to pull you in their lap when you tried to storm off in a rage-quit. Was this how they always acted around you?
As you raked your brain, you began to remember several moments where Jordan acted a little more than a friend to you but at the time, you brushed it off. Did this mean they liked you? Did this mean it was finally okay for you to admit how you feel?
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hey its the anon who had the scenario i wanted to ask about. Ok so what if PC managed to skip town. Like ok let me break it down. PC when they got this deal was at the police station for their crimes and was about to be sent to prison and they were just thinking about how their life managed to lead up to this point. And they start crying you know cause they didnt want to steal but they had to to get enough money for robin and themself. And now because of Baileys stupid demands they are now being sent to prison for their crimes. But then the guard opened up their waiting cell thing and this woman came in offering a job. One that according to her needed the expertise of someone like them. When PC asks if the job includes them being a criminal the woman just laughs and says the job isnt anything like that. Its a job that helps people. Helps people that are in the sex trafficking ring get out and live life again. And that they needed someone that is good at gettibg away wihtout leaving evidence and has fighting skills in them. The woman offers PC a place to live as well and a ticket to leave this town should they choose to accept. So of course PC accepts it.
Now the thing is PC doesnt tell anyone this. Not even Robin and especially not Bailey. They know Bailey wouldnt want to let go of his best moneymaker and it would just break poor Robins heart if PC told him they were skipping town. So they simply plan to escape the orphanage duribg midnight and meet the woman at pub street at the train station. The only people that knows PC would be leaving is Jordan and Leighton. Jordan because PC is a temple initiate so of course they have to tell him should they be leaving town permanently. Leighton so he could write in his records that PC would be transferribg to another school.
And the plan succeeds. PC managed to successfully escape town without any of the yanderes foiling their plan! So how do the YAN DOL cast react? I know the School Li would know of this from their teachers telling them PC transferred. Who would find out first besides the people I have already mentioned? Would they try to get to PC or just wait in Rapechester?
Wow ok so that was a doozy. Would love to see your thoughts on this tho! Take care of yourself and have a nice day.
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Whitney
Absolutely ruined, he's got no clue why you'd leave him high and dry like this especially after he claimed you as his. He's not having a good time and he's fucking sick of not having you around anymore. As soon as school is over he's hunting you down with nothing but brass knuckles and spite.
You escaped and that's not how things work around here. You should know that. He's made sure to drill it into your thick skull and yet you left without so much as a goodbye. He's tracking you down and dragging you home. Not to the orphanage. You are staying with him.
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Robin
He absolutely can't handle it himself he's crying every day and can't eat or sleep or handle himself at all. He calls around he can't find you. He wants things to work out but he can't see it happening. Robin is trying his best to keep it together but he becomes a terrible shut-in. would probably die in the orphanage alone.
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Kylar
Coming after you no exceptions. He's looking through everything he's going through hospital records school records he's digging through baileys stuff and intimidating students. The man is hysterical and panicking. He packs up a bag and promises his parents he'll be back soon before he hits the road. When he does finally track you down he's so happy to see you he's crying. You haven't changed a bit! That's what hell insists on before he knocks you out and drags you back to his home. Youre never getting out of the basement now. (he took your legs)
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Sydney
Pure Sydney is regretfully relieved. Though sad. You were too tempting. You were a lot to handle and he's thankful that youre no longer distracting him and causing issues but he misses you. And he waits for you to come back. He plans on marrying you still.
Corrupt Sydney is a bit worse. He bothers people in town about where they think you went he causes problems he tries to track you down but doesn't get very far. He's sent back to therapy by Sirris…
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Eden
Let's be fair. You never escaped Eden. He's on high alert all the time. Even if you did manage to get away from his grasp he found you first and dragged you to the cabin. He keeps you held down and in the cage every time you mention leaving. He's not great with letting things go. And he's even worse when you mention needing space.
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Avery
Avery thinks this is fine. And it is fine. Youre just an aid date after all he can always get another one. But it still bothers him. Thinking yore out there somewhere. Indulging someone else probably. He says he is okay. He thinks he is even when he drags other orphans who look exactly like you on dates. He makes them respond to your name. He chokes them when they slip up. He is much less patient with them. After a little while he pays a private investigator to find you.
It only takes a couple of months for Avery to show up to your new job. In person.
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Black Wolf
Devastated puppy dog eyes.
Can't handle it constantly looking for you can't even track your scent anymore. Can't even go into town.
Blackwolf just has to wait for you back at the cave. He hopes you come back home soon
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Great Hawk
Same as black wolf but with more bird sounds.
Has a pile of jewelry waiting for you.
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Alex
Absolutely wrecked. He thinks he's the one whos done something wrong to drive you away. He asks around and finds out youre gone from town and no one can find you. He feels sick all the time can't even take care of the farm anymore
He doesn't track you down. He can't even think about you without feeling sick and angry with himself
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Bailey
He's tracking you down instantly. Don't get comfy in your new life because you won't be there for long. He's dragging you back home within days of your disappearance and hes pulling no punches.
Youre chained and locked away forever now. He's never letting you go and for the next few weeks, he refuses to talk to you. He treats you terribly and can't even look at you. Pissed off that you would ever even think of leaving
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Harper
Good luck escaping this fuck :)
#whitney the bully#robin the orphan#sydney the fallen#sydney the faithful#kylar the loner#avery the businessman#bailey the caretaker#harper the doctor#alex the farmhand#black wolf#great hawk#eden the hunter#yandere#tw yandere#yan dol
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What if: Marie had told the truth?
this is a little "what if" scenario i created. i haven't write in a very long time so thank you anyone who read it, it means a lot.
“Just tell her the truth about what I did”
Marie felt like suffocating. Every heartbeat, every breath, seemed to carry a weight it wasn’t there before. Her palms were sweaty but there were goosebumps running down her spine, her lips felt dry and her eyes felt wet with unshed frustration. She couldn’t for the life of her think how she got there, one day she was just a freshman being faced with the brutal reality that was university – being rejected for her dream school by the person she thought it was nothing far from absolutely awesome, then going out with the top ranking students, drinking and doing Molly, saving someone’s life, being expelled and then not being expelled because the college’s Golden Boy (literally) killed the chairman of her dream school (cancelling her expelling in the processes, so thanks…I guess?) but then he killed himself in the middle of campus and now she was there; sitting in from of a hair and makeup station, getting prepared to give an interview for the first time in her life to none other them Hailey Miller.
It was more than just her life giving a 180º - it fucking twisted itself into a pretzel and then blew itself in her face.
“Just tell her the truth about what I did”
They dressed her up in red (how creative) and gave her a script, because apparently every interview was scripted. Marie swallowed the lump in her throat and ran her eyes along the lines.
Marie: I saw in his eyes, and immediately knew. He was determined, on a mission to kill. And I was his next target.
It felt bad. Really bad. Luke was distraught not insane, he was angry, yes, but not a her – well, maybe a little bit at her, she did showed up at be worst time possible. And he did try to…hurt her? Kill her? She didn’t know, she never find out and never would.
He was a blazing human torch towards her, filled with fury and a pain Marie couldn’t place in the grand scheme of things. She could’ve gotten hurt, badly, like Brink…Then why did she felt like she was doing something so very shitty by reading those lines? Why did it felt like a fabricated lie when, in retrospect, it kind off wasn’t?
“Hailey,” she read. “‘It was just you and Andre?’, Marie: Just us. I knew I had to stop Golden Boy,” she frowned. “‘Before he killed more innocent… people’.”
All she ever wanted was to be a hero, and by those lines she sounded heroic. She “fought” Golden Boy, the top ranking Luke Riordan, the one everyone knew was destined to great things, to be a member of The Seven, worthy of being compared to Homelander himself.
She “fought” him.
She won. A hero.
He lost.
He died. A villain.
“Just tell her the truth about what I did”
Marie signed.
“You’re live on camera, whatever story you tell them they have to run with.”
“Actually, Hailey, someone else was there, too,” she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to seek courage and determination in her own eyes. “Jordan Li.”
“You didn’t do shit. You ran.”
“Jordan’s the one who really fought Golden Boy.”
She knew what she had to do.
Just tell the truth, be honest. Jordan was there – the one who fought a friend to protect her, the one who lost a friend protecting her.
Marie’s chest tightened when Hailey Miller approached, looking as pasty and blond as she did on TV. Greeting her with a voice sickeningly sweet, being polite and nice, poised, as the makeup crew gave her the finishing touches, looking comfortable in front of so many cameras and so many people that Marie was sure she wouldn’t fit in any other work – maybe everything would go well, Hailey Miller was a professional, so it’s not like she would purposely want to fuck with her-
“There’s not gonna be any ‘gotchas’. We won’t mention your sister,”
Well…Fuck.
“Oh,” she breathed. “What do you mean?”
Hailey Miller looked at her with a brief smile playing in her lips, as if it was all planed, all a part of the show. Eyes trained on her like those of a falcon – ready to pounce at the first slip, glimmering with the excitement of fresh blood. “I thought you knew. I’m Sorry.”
No, with that fucking self-congratulatory look in her face, she wasn’t.
She wasn’t sorry for shit.
“We invited her to comment,” Marie felt the air leaving her lungs, a coldness spread through her chest. Annabeth was there? After all this years? She would see her? Her eyes teared up. She didn’t focus on the fact Hailey Miller didn’t even bother to look at her. “You know where she is?”
“Not really. We just found an email.” Hailey checked herself on a mirror.
“Can I have it?” Hailey looked at her with…Annoyance? Pity? Marie couldn’t tell. “Please.”
Hailey Miller than signed and Marie knew – deep down she knew – something bad was coming up.
“What is it?” She pursed her eyebrows. “What did Annabeth say?”
“She said she didn’t want anything to do with you. I’m sorry.”
Things seemed to move slowly but way too fast at the same time, her heart became heavier, but her blood was running faster, echoing in her ears.
“Family, right?” Hailey Miller said, her voice muffled in Marie’s ears.
It was like she was drowning, a high-pitched ringing buzzed inside her head. She was dizzy, her fingers held the sides of her chair so firmly like she would fall in her face the moment she loosened her grip. Annabeth couldn’t have said that, could she? She must know Marie didn’t mean too kill their parents, she was frightened too, and lonely, and so, so guilty… Why Annabeth couldn’t see that? Why she didn’t understand?
Fuck that.
“Sorry,” her voice was small, trembling. “Could you repeat the question?”
“This is a lot. I know.” Hailey said with the all the fake sympathy her face could muster. “Golden Boy, the most powerful superhuman on campus, in a murderous frenzy, charging, and it was just you.”
Marie swallowed.
It was just her…
“I fought Luke to protect you.”
Marie felt like spiraling, every second going deeper and deeper. She breathed, trying to suck up the air, but it wasn’t enough, and every exhale came with a bigger suffocation feeling.
“Marie?”
“Just tell her the truth about what I did”
“We knew we had to stop Golden Boy before he killed more innocent people,” her voice sounded assured, strong. Firm even though she felt her insides twisting and turning. “It was down to us.”
“Us, you said?” Hailey Miller probed.
“Yes. Me, Andre…” Inhale. Exhale. “And Jordan Li.”
“You don’t owe me shit, but I’m asking anyway.”
Later that night, when she got to her dorm and find herself alone once more, she looked at her family photo, the last remaining of what once was a happy family. Her family, that was gone because of her.
Because of her fucked up powers.
She snapped her pocket-knife, the blade flipping up temptingly. It was a conflicting sensation as she pressed the sharp edge on her palm, crossing the faint scar open in an all too familiar stroke until the blood started to drip, and her tears finally started to fall.
She couldn’t tell how long she was seated there, maybe a minute, maybe an hour. But when she decided to get up that was a million things going around her mind – her sister resentment of her, her family, dead because of her; her powers, the cause of all her pain and grief; Andre (why the fuck wasn’t he there?) the reason why she got fucked over on the first place, Dean Shetty’s impassive look as the Interview moved on, Jordan...
Marie jumped when a knock thumped against her dorm door, it was constant and angry, and she didn’t doubt whoever was outside wouldn’t be past take the whole door down. She inhales deeply, whipping her tears away, hoping she didn’t look as bad as she felt when she swung the door open.
“You did it,” Jordan announced walking past her in a swift motion, the femme form pacing anxiously around the dorm. “You actually fucking did it.”
“Well, yeah,” Marie murmured, tired. “You were there, you fought Golden Boy…What else could I say?”
Jordan chuckle, incredulous. “They gave you a script,”
“I was live on camera, whatever story I told them they have to run with,” she repeated. “Or so I’ve heard.”
Jordan stepped closer, eyes fierce on hers, full of intent. There were something electric on being toe-to-toe with Jordan Li, facing their obnoxiously beautiful face, feeling their scent cloud any possible thought – Jordan’s body was close enough that Marie could felt its warmth, could perfectly hear their heartbeat, could glance at their mouth and imagine all the things that it could do to her, on her. Their lips looked so soft, so pink, and so lusciously delicate; she couldn’t help but let her mind wonder.
“Thank you,” Jordan said, finally. A breath of relief enrolled in their voice. “For telling the truth, I mean.”
Marie swallowed hard. Breathing deeply as she stepped closer into Jordan’s space, they didn’t move an inch what was a good sign, right? She wanted to do a lot, but didn’t know where to begging – hands on the shoulders? Or just lean in for the kiss? Maybe grab their wais and pull them forward, let them take the lead and kissed her? Do they want to kiss her back?
A loud buzz broke the thick silence between them. Jordan’s phone. They looked slightly apologetic by stepping back and then Marie’s own phone sounded.
“Holy fuck…” Jordan gasped.
Marie slides the screen up, reading at the notification of the God U student app.
“Hey MARIE MOREAU, check the Rank Update that we just put out!”
She clicked.
“Holy fuck!” she repeated.
#1: Jordan Li
#2: Marie Moreau
#3: Andre Anderson
#lgbtq#fanfic#gen v#marie moreau#jordan li#gen v jordan#jordan li x marie moreau#jordan x marie#jordanmarie#limoreau#mariejordan#gen v marie#jaz sinclair#london thor#derek luh#the boys#what if#hecksilver
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jordan li and marie moreau gaming headcanons!
✨ jordan’s top 6 ✨
valorant
league of legends
dead by daylight
the last of us
apex legends
baldur’s gate 3
✨ marie’s top 6 ✨
unpacking
dead by daylight
stardew valley
night in the woods
life is strange
the last of us
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( bonus au idea: jordan li is a twitch streamer and finds marie in a game of dbd and they become friends over shared gaming interests, fall in love and eventually have a ldr. already imagining this scenario when they meet for the first time. crying…🥹)
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do u have thoughts on other occult Jordan Li? Werewolf, vampire, fae...
I mean, yeah. I've always been pretty into occult themes and other supernatural stuff. It's always fun to think about how your favorite characters would react to being inflicted with a curse like vampirism or lycanthropy.
I've already seen a couple GenV fics on ao3 with a supernatural setting and they were pretty interesting. For example I read one where Marie was a vampire (which, yeah, I can see with her blood powers and all). But I was thinking what the dynamic would be like if Jordan was a vampire, and Marie is her cool bloodbender self. I just wondered what that would be like.
I did think of Jordan being a werewolf and how that would work, and it is an interesting thing to think about, especially when their main ability is them shifting. Like, they just suddenly find themselves one full moon in massive pain as their bones start shifting around, and they might think it's something wrong with their power but they soon find out what it really is.
But yeah, I'm always daydreaming of different scenarios n shit for GenV and Limoreau specifically. Last night one of them just won over the others and I ended up writing a fic about it. I might share it just for the hell of it, but I'm not sure. 🤷
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— monster mash
gen v characters (marie, jordan, emma, cate, & sam) x gn!reader
summary: how halloween would go w/ the gen v characters
warnings: language
im a day late whoops also these are short but i really wanted to do it so yeah
Marie Moreau -
- marie is pretty normal about halloween, she doesn't get crazy festive about it, it's just a holiday to dress up and get candy or get drunk
– that being said, if you care about the holiday a lot then she will go along with you on it and do anything you want to do
– she wouldn't dress up if she wasn't going out anywhere like to a party or another outing, but she might put a hat on or something to hand out candy to kids
– marie doesn't really enjoy horror movies a lot, mainly thinks the majority of them are dumb and would rather watch just something fall themed and not a horror movie
– however she does love the candy you buy for you two, and will eat most of it before deciding to actually make food because if not she will throw up from eating so much sugar
Jordan Li -
- loves halloween with their whole heart and more, it's their favorite holiday for real
– they wouldn't completely disagree with matching costumes if it's cool, like a couple from a famous movie or something
– jordan will definitely take you to a halloween party to have a fun time together and drink and smoke while dancing
– they are totally going to be complimenting you non stop throughout the night, you just look so good and they love you a lot so obviously they're gonna tell you how good you look
– they will be going out trick or treating with you despite their age it doesn't matter they want candy and they will be getting their candy one way or another
Emma Meyer -
- it will be literally july and emma will already be organizing matching halloween costumes for you and her
– she will 100% choose one of those dumb ones like an angel and devil
– she'd rather hand out candy to kids than go to a party or just watch scary movies with you claiming she won't be scared then is scared shitless when the movie starts
– emma made you help her put up decorations as soon as october hit the first day, and she has a lot of decorations and she is determined to put them all up
– you will be carving pumpkins whether you want to or not, despite how messy it gets, emma adores the tradition of it and makes hers look all cute and pretty somehow
Cate Dunlap -
- cate isn't really big on halloween, she doesn't like going to dumb parties where everyone is in costumes and would rather spend it inside with you
– she will refuse to dress up unless you literally beg her just for fun and for pictures, she reluctantly agrees but it can't be stupid
– cate doesn't particularly enjoy horror movies, but will watch the b-rated dumb ones with you to make you happy that you're watching a festive movie
– the most decorations she likely has is a ghost hanging on the door so people can see, yeah, that's it, literally
– cate only eats candy sometimes, and when she does it's not a lot, so you’ll end up having to give the rest to random kids that show up or walk by
Sam Riordan -
- poor boy doesn't completely understand halloween at first, he doesn't get why dressing up in costumes, getting candy and going to parties is such a big deal
– thankfully you're there to help him with that and show that halloween is a fun holiday
– it's mainly spent at home in onesies watching horror movies and waterworld cause that's his favorite movie while eating expensive candy you bought
– sam found out he loves horror movies, his favorites are the nightmare on elm streets both for how dumb silly they are but also the cool kills in the later movies though he hates the third movie for obvious reasons
– he will eat all the candy you buy in one night i’m dead serious you’ll wake up the next morning and sam is passed out in a sugar coma and won't get up from eating so much candy
#gen v x reader#gen v scenarios#gen v imagine#gen v amazon#gen v prime#marie moreau#marie moreau x reader#marie x reader#jordan li#jordan li x reader#jordan x reader#emma meyer#emma meyer x reader#emma x reader#cate dunlap#cate dunlap x reader#cate x reader#sam riordan#sam riordan x reader#sam x reader
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second itid thought of the day: it's weirdly cathartic to write about thom nearly dying while actively processing my own grief of losing my uncle. i was a little worried that it would sour me on writing this fic but honestly? it's been nice
now have a small snippet for letting me put my feelings out into the world (aka onto your dash):
“It’s great that Thom fits in so well with all of the guys here.”
“Yeah,” Brendan is wary of the pause in his dad’s voice. It feels too much like he’s picking his words carefully and that’s a one-way ticket to the ‘Brendan, you’ve really fucked this up’ conversation that he’s trying so hard to avoid.
“Especially with how serious you two have gotten.”
There it is. It’s one thing to know it’s coming, it’s a whole other thing to hear the obvious disappointment in his dad’s voice. This can go two ways. Brendan can let his dad control the conversation, can see where this goes because maybe just this once he’s not making something out of nothing. The other option is to just shut it down right here and now. It’s a no-brainer really.
“We’re not like, together-together or whatever,” Brendan offers. “We’re just hanging out.”
“Are you sure about that? Because, to me and your mother, it certainly seems like the two of you are more than that. And I just think it’s important that if you two are serious about each other, we should sit down together and figure out the best option here.”
Brendan considers telling him the truth. That, yeah, he’s like, a little bit in love with Thom. Or maybe a lot in love with Thom; he’s never sat down and thought about it. And even though Thom’s never actually said ‘I love you’, Brendan’s pretty sure the feeling is mutual. They’ve talked about the future, for fuck’s sake. About renting a house together in the summer next offseason after taking a sweet vacation to Greece or Aruba or somewhere with a private beach so they can fuck out in the open. They’ve talked about all-star break vacations. The stuff that matters.
But he can’t tell his dad, uber agent Pat Brisson, any of that. His ‘best option’ is probably for them to fucking break up or at the very least not interact on social media or in public anymore. And then what’s the point?
So he lies.
“Dad, seriously. Bordy and I are on the same page here. We’re having fun, hooking up,” Brendan cringes. This is not the talk he wants to have with his dad. “We’re not even going to be in the same city after this summer so what does it matter.”
His dad opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by the slam of his office door.
Fuck.
Best case scenario was Jordan peeking in to see if they were done and shutting the door a little too hard by mistake. Worst case… Nope, Brendan’s not even going to entertain that idea.
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Wholesome(?) Scenario time
Pc gets into a nearly death accident ex: car crash and gets into a coma and losing all their memories and when they wake up they fall in love with the LI's again :)
wholesome near-death accident + amnesia
Alex
It's strange, Alex isn't sure they can wrap their head around it. Their whole relationship with you is built around the shared experience of building up the farm, of fighting off Remy's attacks. How can they rebuild their relationship with you? It won't be the same, there's no way it really can be. Still, you're their partner, they can't just leave you. They just hope that Remy doesn't scare you away. Alex's heart absolutely melts the first time they play wrestle with you and they can see the surprise in your eyes at how strong they are. Makes them wonder what other things they can surprise you with.
Avery
Oh, Avery has to be very attached to you for them to bother with reestablishing a relationship with you. That, or you're amazing for their reputation. It's easy for them to get a few extra points among their social circle for keeping you even after you lost your memories. Though, Avery quite enjoys having the opportunity to mold you into the perfect partner for them. The fact that you start to hang off their every word once again goes straight to Avery's head, as well.
Eden
The moment Eden can, they're taking you back into the forest. Uses the fact that you don't remember anything to their advantage. Eden's always taken care of you, always protected you from the filth in town. You were having a little rebellion and look what happened! You got hurt. You forgot Eden, your loving spouse. But that's okay, Eden can forgive you. You just need to remember your place first. You were always quick to do anything Eden asked of you before, and you were more than happy then, they assure you.
Kylar
On one hand, Kylar is near hysteric because you forgot everything? Everything? Them? You forgot them? They're teetering on the verge of tears all the time. But, the chance of having you fall back in love with them all over? So romantic. That would make you guys soulmates, don't you think? Kylar does. Kylar can tell you everything about you, including how much you love them! And how much you don't like anyone else, at all, not even a little. You just need Kylar, okay? Just Kylar. Only Kylar.
Robin
Robin's gotta admit, they're a bit overwhelmed. They're used to having you to rely on, but now you don't even remember all the promises you made to each other. Most importantly, you don't remember why. You don't remember all the terrible things done to both of you, some of it with the express permission of your so-called 'caretaker.' On one hand, they don't want to remind you, they don't want to expose you to the depravity of the town. On the other hand, how can they not? You'll get hurt if Robin lets you go on, ignorant of how disgusting this town is. But, they love you. You were their protector before, maybe you can be again. Until then, they'll protect you the best they can.
Sydney
Pure
Sydney is quick to get you back into the temple. They've been praying for you, you know? Even asked Jordan to do special prayers for you. They're a bit distraught that you don't remember anything about them or the temple, but that's okay. You're still you, after all. Even if you don't exactly remember everything, Sydney won't hesitate to help you.
Corrupt
They find it interesting that you don't remember anything. They're not happy, no. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But, they're curious. Do you remember taking their first kiss? Do you remember how you'd slide under the library desk and lick at them through their chastity belt? Getting the belt off them? The prayer room? Really, it's their turn to show you the pleasures of sin, so why not? You did it to them first, after all.
Whitney
Whitney's pissed as hell that they have to break you in again. Definitely not defaulting to rage to cover how they were absolutely petrified that you weren't going to make it. Of course, it's a lot easier to have you on your knees, begging for Whitney to fuck your mouth, if they can convince you that you were always like this. Yeah, that can be a silver lining, of sorts, telling you how you were always their desperate slut.
#alex the farmhand#avery the businessperson#eden the hunter#kylar the loner#robin the orphan#sydney the faithful#whitney the bully#tw injury#cw injury
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I don’t think I ever told you guys about this so I’m gonna now. If I have already talked about it you’re getting my thoughts anyway.
Yes this is about Jun and Akechi parallels again. Spoilers for Persona 2 and 5.
I finished Tangled: The Series recently and wow wow wow, it’s too good for it’s own good. Spoilers for both season 1 and 3 if you haven’t seen it.
But I think one of the best parts is the songs. The singers are all Broadway actors and the music is all Alan Menken, so that’s not a surprise, but still.
One of my favorite songs comes from late in the series, the duet between Cass and Varian.
Listen to this if you haven’t seen it and don’t care about spoilers.
So, this song is about Varian attempting to convince Cass that what she’s doing is wrong and she’s going to regret it. He’s telling her this based on his own experiences, because he has done things he regrets and is now working to try and make things right, but nothing’s going to be the same.
This song always makes me think of a persona Q type scenario where Jun and Akechi meet, right around the time before Akechi betrays the thieves and kills Akira, and right around the time after Jun joins Tatsuya and the others.
I’ve talked in length about the difference in Jun and Akechi’s mindsets, despite their similar actions. Both betrayed their teammates, their friends, for the sake of revenge. Both end up regretting those actions. But both respond to that regret in very different ways.
I imagine this song like Jun attempting to appeal to Akechi and get him to rethink what he’s about to do. I imagine Jun thinking about all that he’s lost in his fight for fruitless revenge, and how he doesn’t want Akechi to succumb to the same fate.
But Akechi sees Jun and sees nothing but a coward and a failure. They are nothing alike, because Akechi’s going to win. Jun allowed himself to be manipulated and controlled, but Akechi would never be so weak as to let that happen. The irony is that Akechi is so so wrong about that, in the same way that Cass was being manipulated and didn’t realize it.
The path of hate is a dangerous track. You take one step and it's hard to turn back. It pulls you along, And though it seems wrong it feels right
Don't you see this path you're on leaves a permanent mark. It feels good at first, then it slowly turns dark. With each passing day, You're further astray from the light
Suddenly, you lose your way and lose the thread. Lose your cool, then lose your head. Every loss is harder to excuse
Then you'll see you'll lose your faith and lose your soul, 'Til you lose complete control, And realize there's nothing left to lose. Nothing left to lose
Jun was manipulated and lied to for so long. By the end of it, he was nothing but a brainwashed husk of what he once was. And when he was finally able to break away - when he was cast aside by the evil that had used him for so long - he found himself lost and empty. And despite his attempts to make things right, he couldn’t take back his actions. His friends found it difficult to forgive him… to the point where Tatsuya’s shadow stated plainly that he hates Jun for what he did. Jun has lost so much on his path to vengeance, he doesn’t even know who he is supposed to be anymore.
The path I'm on is a path paved in black. I'm taking that road and I'm not looking back. Each twist and each turn, Leads straight where I'm yearning to go
Yes, it's true, my path is dark but I see where it ends. My rivals will fall as my power ascends. Despise me, that's fine, I'm taking what's mine even so
Not like you. You lost your nerve, you lost the game. But you and I, we're not the same. I'm not lost, this fate was mine to choose
So I chose to lose my doubts and lose my chains. Lose each weakness that remains. Now that I have nothing left to lose. Nothing left to lose
Akechi knows that what he’s doing will be perceived as evil by others. He knows that what he’s doing isn’t righteous or good. He doesn’t care. All that matters to him is that he accomplishes his goals, no matter what that takes. “My rivals will fall as my power ascends.” That is such an Akechi line. He sees Akira as an obstacle to his end goal, nothing more. And Jun? What a joke. He lost. He let himself be controlled, and that was his downfall. That will not happen to Akechi, because Akechi is paving his own path and making his own choices. Whatever that means, whatever he has to give up, he will do it. He made that decision a long time ago, and he won’t allow himself to be driven off that path by anyone for any reason.
Oh, the irony. Akechi should’ve listened to Jun.
I would’ve loved a persona Q with P2 and P5. There are so many possibilities.
Anyway go watch Tangled the Series if you haven’t already.
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Championing Adversity: The Resilient Journey in Sports and the Workplace
Life, both in the realm of sports and the professional arena, is often marked by challenges and setbacks. It's in the face of adversity that true champions emerge—individuals who not only conquer obstacles but use them as stepping stones to greatness. This blog explores the profound connection between overcoming adversity in sports, navigating coaching and parent dynamics, and triumphing over challenges in the workplace, unveiling the resilient journey that shapes champions.
1. Adversity in Sports: Forging Steel in the Crucible
a. Facing Defeats:
Sports Scenario: Athletes encounter defeats, injuries, and unexpected hurdles.
Champion's Response: Embrace setbacks as opportunities to learn, recalibrate, and emerge stronger.
b. Coaching and Parental Dynamics: The Crucible Within the Team
Sports Scenario: Interactions with coaches and parents may pose challenges.
Champion's Response: Develop resilience, communication skills, and the ability to glean constructive insights from challenging relationships.
c. Workplace Challenges: The Professional Battleground
Workplace Scenario: Project setbacks, challenging colleagues, or demanding supervisors.
Champion's Response: Use challenges as catalysts for growth, adaptability, and the development of leadership skills.
2. The Role of Resilience in Overcoming Adversity
a. Sports Resilience: Bouncing Back Stronger
Mindset Shift: Reframe defeats as opportunities for growth, reinforcing mental toughness.
Champion's Edge: Resilient athletes thrive under pressure, utilizing setbacks as fuel for future success.
b. Navigating Coaching and Parental Dynamics: Building Bridges
Communication: Cultivate open, honest communication to address conflicts and foster understanding.
Champion's Edge: A champion understands the transformative power of positive relationships within the sports ecosystem.
c. Workplace Resilience: Rising Above Challenges
Adaptability: Embrace change and adaptability to navigate workplace challenges.
Champion's Edge: Resilient professionals turn adversity into opportunities for innovation and career advancement.
3. Lessons from the Journey: Transformative Growth
a. Sports Triumph: The Glory of Persistence
Story of Champions: Legends like Michael Jordan and Serena Williams overcame adversity to achieve unparalleled success.
Lesson Learned: The journey molds champions, teaching them perseverance, discipline, and the power of self-belief.
b. Harmony in Coaching and Parental Dynamics: The Power of Unity
Insightful Stories: Athletes like Simone Biles exemplify the importance of collaborative, supportive relationships.
Lesson Learned: True champions nurture a positive team dynamic, understanding the impact of unity on individual and collective success.
c. Workplace Victory: Climbing the Corporate Summit
Success Narratives: Leaders like Oprah Winfrey and Elon Musk faced professional adversities on their path to success.
Lesson Learned: Champions in the workplace leverage challenges to refine their skills, innovate, and ultimately ascend to leadership roles.
4. Conclusion: The Unyielding Spirit of a Champion
Adversity is not a roadblock; it's a defining chapter in the narrative of champions. Whether on the field, within team dynamics, or in the professional arena, overcoming challenges shapes individuals into resilient, adaptive, and triumphant leaders. The unyielding spirit of a champion lies not in avoiding adversity but in confronting it head-on, learning from it, and emerging with unwavering resolve—a testament to the transformative power of adversity in the pursuit of greatness.
#sports#coaching#gymnastics#mental health#sports training#elite coaching#mental wellbeing#healthy living#kiserspeaks#healthy diet#bryankiser7
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New Standard Branding on Celebrity Endorsement Campaigns and Their Impact on Brands
In the current cutthroat market scenario, the worth of brand awareness and trust cannot be overstated. Enterprises consistently scout for novel and inventive methods to build rapport with their customers and foster brand loyalty. An age-old yet effective tactic utilized is celebrity endorsements, a strategy that New Standard Branding, a commercial talent agency, specializes in. The principle is straightforward: pair a brand with a reputable and famous celebrity to capitalize on their popularity and credibility. But what renders this alliance so potent, and what influence does it have on brands? This is where talent agencies like that led by Micah Pittard come into play.
The Psychology of Celebrity Endorsement
Delving into the psychology behind celebrity endorsement elucidates why it is such a powerful branding tool, a strategy that New Standard Branding has adeptly mastered. Celebrities, with their talent, wealth, and aura of glamour, are inherently attractive to humans. When these celebrities endorse a brand, their fame and positive attributes effectively imbue the endorsed product or service. This association incites several psychological responses in the audience, one of them being the 'halo effect.' This cognitive bias leads individuals to infer that if a celebrity is successful in one domain, such as acting or sports, they are equally reliable and knowledgeable in other areas, such as endorsing products. Talent agencies leverage this psychological phenomenon in their strategic approach to celebrity endorsements.
Building Trust and Credibility
One of the most significant impacts of celebrity endorsements is the boost in trust and credibility that they provide to a brand. Consumers are bombarded with advertising messages daily, and it can be challenging for brands to cut through the noise. Celebrities act as a bridge of trust between the brand and the consumer. When a familiar face vouches for a product, it creates a sense of reliability that can be hard to achieve through other marketing strategies.
Consider the partnership between Nike and basketball legend Michael Jordan. The Air Jordan line of sneakers, endorsed by Jordan, has become an iconic and enduring symbol of quality and style. Jordan's association with Nike has helped the brand build an aura of credibility and authenticity in the world of sports apparel.
Connecting with Target Audiences
The power of celebrity endorsements also lies in their capacity to resonate with distinct demographics, a strategy that is utilized astutely by commercial talent agencies like New Standard Branding. Given the spectrum of celebrities hailing from diverse professional backgrounds and population segments, their fan following often shares similar traits and interests. This characteristic facilitates brands in strategically partnering with celebrities whose image and persona align with their target customer profiles.
For example, when L'Oréal partnered with actress and philanthropist Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, they aimed to tap into the Indian market's beauty-conscious consumers. Rai's immense popularity in India made her the perfect choice to endorse L'Oréal's products targeted at Indian women. The partnership not only boosted brand sales but also strengthened the connection between the brand and its Indian audience.
Boosting Sales and Revenue
Ultimately, the primary goal of any marketing campaign is to drive sales and revenue. Celebrity endorsements have a proven track record of achieving this goal. Numerous studies have shown that products endorsed by celebrities tend to sell better than similar products without celebrity associations.
When George Clooney co-founded the premium tequila brand Casamigos, his celebrity status played a significant role in the brand's rapid success. Clooney's image as a sophisticated and discerning individual lent credibility to the product. Within just a few years, Casamigos was acquired by a major spirits company for a staggering $1 billion, illustrating the power of celebrity endorsements in driving sales and revenue.
Expanding Brand Visibility
Not only does celebrity endorsement amplify sales, but it also considerably enhances a brand's exposure. This exposure is particularly harnessed by commercial talent agencies like New Standard Branding. When a well-known personality gives their seal of approval to a product, it typically garners substantial media attention, encompassing news stories, social media activity, and television features.
An excellent example of this is the partnership between Apple and U2. In 2014, Apple released U2's album "Songs of Innocence" for free to all iTunes users. This unprecedented move garnered massive attention and led to a surge in downloads. While the release was met with mixed reactions, it undeniably boosted both U2's and Apple's visibility and generated a significant amount of buzz.
Mitigating Risks and Challenges
Despite the myriad advantages of celebrity endorsements, they also carry inherent risks and obstacles that organizations like New Standard Branding help brands to navigate judiciously. Foremost among these risks is the threat of adverse publicity. Negative press linked to a celebrity endorser - be it a scandal or controversy - can, by association, blemish the image of the brand they represent. Therefore, brands, with the strategic guidance of commercial talent agencies like NSB, must perform exhaustive due diligence when selecting celebrities, securing a synergy of values between the brand and its celebrity partner. This is another facet where the expertise of Micah Pittard and his team becomes instrumental.
Additionally, celebrity endorsements can be costly. High-profile celebrities often demand substantial fees for their services, and brands must consider whether the return on investment justifies the expense. It's crucial for brands to evaluate the potential impact on their bottom line and overall marketing strategy.
The Evolving Landscape of Celebrity Endorsement
In recent years, the landscape of celebrity endorsement has evolved with the rise of social media influencers. While traditional celebrities like actors and athletes continue to have a significant impact, influencers with large and engaged followings on platforms like Instagram and YouTube have become valuable assets for brands.
Influencers offer a more accessible and cost-effective alternative to traditional celebrities. They often have highly targeted and engaged audiences, making them ideal for niche markets. Brands can collaborate with influencers to create authentic and relatable content that resonates with their target demographics.
The Power of Association
Celebrity endorsement campaigns have long been a powerful tool for brands seeking to build trust, credibility, and visibility. The psychological impact of associating a brand with a celebrity's fame and positive attributes cannot be underestimated. Moreover, such partnerships have a proven track record of boosting sales and revenue, connecting with target audiences, and expanding brand visibility.
However, brands must approach celebrity endorsements strategically, considering the potential risks and challenges. Due diligence in selecting the right celebrity and evaluating the return on investment is crucial. In today's evolving landscape, influencers are also playing a significant role, offering brands new opportunities to connect with consumers in a more personal and relatable way.
Ultimately, the power of association between celebrities and brands remains a potent force in the world of marketing, and when executed effectively, it can lead to remarkable success.
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'Intersections' Influences and Inspiration - Pt 2
Utku Yavasca
Utku Yavasca is a Portuguese comic artist that I found out about through my cousin, who happens to have met and befriended him on a trip to Portugal. The majority of Utku's work is shared through his Instagram page, where he regularly uploads short humorous comics about his life experiences. These comics usually contain 10 images per post, each being a different panel of the story. Utku is a very versatile artist, creating a variety of pieces that range from simplified and cartoony sketches to incredibly detailed pieces with darker, more mature themes, all of which tend to be created in his preferred medium of black ink.
It was very beneficial that I was connected to Utku through my cousin, as this meant I was able to share a dialogue with him about his work and my final piece. Here are some screenshots of the conversation I had with him.
Daniel Padure
Daniel Padure, aka Padure, is another artist who interestingly happens to be from Portugal. He works in the fields of illustration, painting, and street art, primarily sharing his art through Instagram. Padure's work can be recognised by his simplistic, bold illustration style, using minimal details and thick lines, often with his signature ink-dripping effect. What I like about Padure's work is that it's very visually consistent, using symmetry and precise proportions. He often uses the same character design in his pieces, which is very similar to the style of Keith Haring. I have been following Padure's work for a while, but what brought me back to it during my research for this project was his series of mirrored pieces, one of which can be seen below. This links to my idea of adding a flipped aspect to my graphic novel. I also feel that my approach to illustrating characters can often be very similar to Padure's, as I tend to draw with symmetry in mind as well as accurate proportions. I am also a fan of using simplified illustration styles.
Jordan Bolton
Jordan Bolton is a Manchester-based comic artist whom I discovered on the creative blog It's Nice That. Jordan creates beautifully moving short poetic stories that primarily focus on simple everyday experiences such as going to the movie theatre, looking out of the car window, and watching birds sitting in a tree. Jordan's comics, in a visual sense, are deceptively simple; however, they are always accompanied by a meaningful and often philosophical narrative. What I like about Jordan's work is his subtlety as well as the way that it subverts your expectations of a comic that traditionally has panels filled with dramatic and action-packed imagery, instead depicting more real-life settings and scenarios where the focus lies on introspection. In a way, I believe that the imagery Jordan uses is secondary to the underlying narrative, simply being used as a means to express it. Jordan's work links back to my research on Eckhart Tolle and The Slow Movement, as they all share similar themes of living in the moment and enjoying the little things in life.
GalleryJordan Bolton: Day-Off. Scenes From Imagined Films (Copyright © Jordan Bolton, 2022) (Accessed: 25th November 2023).
References
utku.yavaska (2018) trenches [Instagram], 6th September. Available from: www.instagram.com [Accessed 25th Nov 2023].
utku.yavaska (2018) inktober 13 [Instagram], 13th October. Available from: www.instagram.com [Accessed 25th Nov 2023].
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