#michael b jordan fc

[fanficbarbie]

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A/N: sorry this took so long. i really have no excuse, my job doesn't allow me to have a set schedule. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope yall enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ chapter summary: the president’s daughter spends her first day with her new security detail.

─⋆♡ main tropes: Michael B. Jordan x Fem!OC, Rome Flynn x Fem!OC, Damson Idris x Fem!OC. Bodyguard x Princess, Secret Service x First Kid, forced proximity, forbidden love, tolerated enemies to lovers, college romance.

─⋆♡ chapter warnings: angst, 18+ black!writer, language, fighting, threatening, choking, physical descriptors (brief), characters affected by symptoms of anxiety or depression.

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The door opens to the media room and in an instant, the social butterfly that helped my mother win the presidency is flipped on. “Secretary Randall!” I greet the short woman in front of me.

“Liberty! It’s been too long,” Secretary Randall returns the familiarity with an outstretched hand.

The smile doesn’t leave my face as I reach out to meet Secretary Randall halfway before Agent Jordan attacks her. “It’s so nice to see you,” I say through clenched teeth. Fuck, my jaw is going to hurt after all this fake smiling.

“It’s nice to see you too. Thanks for making time for this in your schedule,” she chirps a little too loud for my liking this early in the day.

“Of course. I wish I had more time, maybe we can figure something out in the future,” I lie. I hope this is the last time I see this woman until I’m begging for a good student teaching placement.

The photographer directs us to stand in between the windows with the most sunlight. “Yes, that’s right. You’re in class at…” she trails off, hoping I’ll finish her sentence.

The photographer snaps a couple of pictures of us smiling, standing side by side. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel Agent Jordan’s eyes on me, waiting for the secretary to step out of line so he could pounce. “Howard,” I finally blurt out.

Once the photographer gives a thumbs up, I step back giving us each some personal space again. “Yes, Howard. Amazing education program,” Secretary Randall compliments.

“Speaking of, I have class in,” I pause to look down at my wristwatch. “Half an hour so, I’m sorry but I have to go,” I apologize and hope it looks sincere.

She nods, stepping out of the path for the door. “I understand. Have a good day, Libby,” she waves goodbye.

I return the smile, moving to exit the room as soon as possible. “You too, Secretary Randall,” I try to call towards her over my shoulder, but Agent Jordan is blocking my way.

Once the doors shut behind the three of us, Jo clears her throat. “You know you don’t have class in thirty minutes, right?” she asks.

I nod, turning towards the staircase to the residence levels. “Of course, I know. But I just need 15 minutes of alone time before this interview,” I explain.

Jo stops just before we ascend the staircase together, leaving Agent Jordan and me alone. “Got it,” she says, walking back in the direction we came.

My feet rush up the stairs, making a right towards the blue room. 

Please let it be empty, please let it be empty, please let it be empty. I chant the mantra in my head over and over again until my hand is on the handle, pushing the door open. A sigh of relief rasps through my body. Thank god, it’s empty. 

I step into the room, taking in the relaxing feeling of the calming color. The door shuts behind me and I assume Agent Jordan has closed it and is now standing outside the door. I take advantage of the opportunity, closing my eyes and flopping down on the couch.

My breathing calms and I mentally note to plan a regular massage appointment if things are going to continue this way. When my eyes flutter open, I almost jump out of my skin seeing Agent Jordan towering over my face. “That was good,” he compliments with his signature menacing smirk on his face.

“I know,” I scoff, hyper-aware of his every move now. My eyes watch Agent Jordan come around to the front of the couch. “What are you doing?” I question him.

Agent Jordan pulls at the bottom of his pants a bit before sitting down. “What does it look like?” he chides.

I roll my eyes, feeling them get stuck from the sleepy feeling I’ve yet to shake. “Sitting, yes. But next to me,” I point out Agent Jordan’s perfectly sculpted body.

Agent Jordan shrugs, tilting his head to look at me. “It’s the best way to protect you,” he mutters.

“You’re supposed to protect me from stuff outside the room. There’s nothing to protect me from in here but you,” I counter.

Agent Jordan’s head falls back and he lets out something I thought I’d never hear. A fucking boisterous laugh. “My lady has jokes,” he chuckles.

I roll my eyes, scooting further away from Agent Jordan on the couch. “No. Your lady has questions,” I warn.

“No,” Agent Jordan deadpans.

“Yes,” I argue.

Agent Jordan’s eyes narrow at me sending a chill down my spine. “No, Liberty,” he bellows with finality. “Prep for your fucking interview or something,” he crosses his arms, staring directly up at the ceiling. He doesn’t dare to move and his face is cold as stone.

A few moments pass and I realize, Agent Jordan’s not going to break. I might as well press forward. “What’s your first name?” I ask.

Agent Jordan's lips part and he lets out an exacerbated sigh. “Michael,” he states.

I lick my lips, sitting up to prepare another question. “What’s your zodiac sign?” I buzz.

“Why do you care?” Michael asks, still no movement.

“Because I do. Now tell me,” I spew.

Michael blinks rapidly as if he’s trying to reach up and grab the zodiac sign from his mind. I should’ve just asked him his birth date. “I don’t know. My birthday is on February 9th,” he responds.

My eyes roll again. Gotta love the air signs. “Great, you’re an Aquarius,” I criticize.

Michael’s face scrunches with blithe disregard. “I won’t even pretend to know or give a shit about what that means to you,” he mouths off towards the ceiling.

“What are you doing here?” I ask with my head propped up in my hand.

“Working,” Michael grumbles.

“You know that doesn’t answer my question. Why. Are. You. Here?” I intonate. 

Michael’s tongue darts out over his perfectly plump bottom lip and the simple act has me gulping. “Have to be. It’s in my contract,” he reminds me.

“Well, the only reason why an ex-navy seal would be doing this job would be because you did something bad,” I speculate, pausing to search Michael’s face for any discomfort.

Michael’s poker face is award-winning, and he doesn’t crack, so I continue to press. “Were you a bad boy, Mikey?” I coo seductively.

“Don’t,” Michael snaps.

My jaw drops and I cover my mouth with my hands. ”Oh my gosh. Did you kill someone?” I gasp facetiously. 

Michael clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth making an unsavory popping sound, causing me to flinch slightly. “I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost count, my Lady,” he patronizes.

“No, I mean like someone you’re not supposed to,” I elaborate.

Michael finally moves, suddenly snapping his head over to look me dead in the eye. “Stop,” he demands.

A small grin creeps onto my lips. Got ya. I shift on the couch so that I’m on my hands and knees, crawling to Michael. I wish it were under better circumstances but, here we are. 

“Oh you killed a bunch of people and now you’re stuck with me. Poor Mikey,” I taunt, inching my way closer to him.

Michael’s mouth twitches as if I’ve offended him but he doesn’t stop me from practically crawling in his lap. “That’s not what happened,” he corrects me.

Michael’s breath smells like cinnamon and I catch him glancing at my ass so perfectly poked up in the air. The feeling of being this close to him is intoxicating. “So what happened?” I dig.

All the blood in my body rushes to my ears, hungry for a taste of the man just inches away from me. “What happened, Lady Li–” I cut Michael off with a finger pressed to his lip. 

“Stop calling me that,” I mewl just above a whisper. I drag the tip of my finger down so Michael’s plump bottom lip snaps up.

What happens next, I could’ve never predicted. Michael’s rough hands wrap around my neck, squeezing the sides. “Don’t interrupt me again,” he spits in my face before pushing me back.

The force is great enough that it gets me out of Michael’s personal space, but not so bad it hurts. It only makes me want more and I try to ignore the searing heat pooling in my panties. “The problem isn’t with me killing people. We did that in the Seals all the time. I took money for it after. That’s the issue,” he explains to me like I’m a 6th grader now that I’m kneeling patiently next to him.

“So like a mercenary?” I cut to the point.

With a petulant shake of his head, Michael corrects me, “Not like, I was a mercenary.”

My eyebrows raise in surprise. “Jesus Christ. Obviously, the government caught you,” I speak in utter shock. He doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d ever get caught up in a job like this.

Michael nods, confirming my suspicion. “Mmm. Caught our leader and he was weak. Snitched on the entire group before killing himself,” he explains.

I gnaw on my lip, processing all the information. Although I don’t know them from a can of paint, Michael’s coworkers don’t look like they could do what he’s talking about. Agent Flynn is too bubbly and Agent Idris is so outspoken. “So Agent Flynn and Agent Idris, they’re…”

“The person you hire when you want someone dead,” Michael deadpans.

“That’s, well…” I pause, not wanting to alienate the man. If he has to be with me for 4 years, I want him to get acclimated slowly. If I push too fast, he may run for the hills.

Not that I care what he thinks about me because I 100% do. not. care. “What?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality.

I’m assuming you can’t have a girlfriend or kids. Too risky in the business meaning a majority of your time is spent with coworkers or alone. No forming real long-lasting relationships. “Sad. Must be lonely with a life like that,” I finish the thought.

Michael shrugs and I watch the statement bounce off of him like water off a duck's back. “Trust me, you get used to it.”

 I try to keep my face as composed as possible not to show him pity. “I’m sorry,” I apologize. That’s not a life I’d want to live. Barely any connection and no one to talk to.

“Don’t apologize,” Michael murmurs and for a moment, I see a flash of human in his eyes. The once robotic side of him is slowly starting to melt away and it’s only been a few hours.

Good, he couldn’t keep up this act for much longer. I offer Michael a soft smile before he returns the question, “What are you doing here?”

“Meaning?” I clarify.

“You’re 20, in college already. Why are you living in The White House?” Michael gestures outside the windows to the spectacular white pillars. 

Because I’m being used as leverage. It's the same as any young royal, or so I’m told. “They’re trying to set me up with someone. Probably a young prince from another country,” I huff.

Michael’s nose scrunches, almost as if he’s displeased with my statement. Is he jealous? “You don’t seem like the relationship person,” he points out.

I shrug because Michael’s right. Ellis is underage and Hudson can’t be trusted as far as you can throw him; I’m the only child up for the task. “I’m not, but Lady Liberty sure is. If I date the Mexican president’s son, drug trade talk will be easier,” I explain feeling despondent about the situation.

“But you hate it,” Michael says and I feel like he’s staring through my soul. Of course, I hate it. This country has limited abortion access yet I’m being paraded around like a piece of meat to stop a war.

My eyes stay fixed on Michael’s and my breathing slows. Something about him makes me feel safe, although he could work on the scowling. “And I love my mom. What’s 4 years?”

“If their little plan for you goes well, it’ll be 8,” Michael asserts.

A knock rasps on the door before Jo sticks her head in. “Times up. Teen Vogue time!” she cheers.

The loud ticking of the grandfather clock in the fitting room has me wanting to push it right over the balcony railing. The noise is like nails on a chalkboard, reminding me that time is fleeting. 

The doors fly open and Ellis bursts in, being closely trailed by Agent Idris. “Guess what I found out?” she asks melodically.

My head shakes at Ellis’s antics. “Do you ever knock?” I ask. I could’ve been fucking naked.

Ellis huffs, sitting down on the armchair closest to me. “No. You’re not doing anything anyway,” she says, gesturing to me sitting idly on the loveseat.

My eyes roll and I hear Agent Idris chuckle lowly. Annoyed with Ellis taking so long to get to the point, I try to speed her up, “What did you find out, bestie?”

A creepy all-knowing smile plasters onto Ellis’ face. “King Charles III is coming tomorrow,” she informs me maniacally.

“Yeah, Ellis, I assumed. It’s a state dinner. The head of the honoring country has to be on the list,” I explain. She’s in high school, she should know this already.

“Yeah, but you don’t get it. The last two state dinners with the prime minister and the previous queen. This is his first state dinner as King,” Ellis explains excitedly with her hands, showing us a visual representation of the King’s importance.

The Brits haven’t been very fond of us since an official July 4th many moons ago. “That probably means way less to him than it does to us,” I inform Ellisr. 

The back doors to the room open 4 clothes racks are pushed in with accompanying stylists. “Time to play dress up,” Ellis sighs, standing from her chair. 

She can go first, I don’t care for this shit anyway. 

Ellis starts sliding the hangers across the rack, looking at each piece with a detailed eye. My hands find the book I was reading earlier in the afternoon and I pick it up, trying to busy my brain with something. A couple minutes pass of ambient noise before I hear Ellis ask, “Where’s Jo?”

I don’t bother to look up at Ellis, knowing her back is probably facing me. “I told her to go home for the day. Like you said, it’s not like I’m doing anything,” I quote her words a few moments ago.

“We’ll be outside,” I hear Michael say from behind me. When I turn around, he’s pulling a reluctant Agent Idris towards the door.

“You guys can sit right there. We’ll be behind the dressing screen anyways,” I stop them in their tracks. Agent Idris turns around with a smirk on his face before straightening his now-ruffled suit.

Michael’s forehead puckered and his eyes blazed with anger. My eyes squint at him, unsure about his sudden behavior change. What the fuck is his problem? “Sweet,” Agent Idris boasts before smoothly crossing over to me.

I pat the loveseat next to me and Agent Idris smoothly slides onto the cushion, leaning close to me. Once he’s content, I turn my attention to Michael, who looks like he could strangle Agent Idris. The veins are popping out of his skull so I stand, motioning for my spot on the couch. “Here, take my spot. I’ll take the chair,” I motion towards my seat. 

Michael obliges my request, stalking towards me and sitting in the inevitably warmed seat. Agent Idris, uncomfortable with the proximity of closeness, scoots back drastically. A snort leaves my nose and I lower myself into the velvet armchair. 

I turn the page and before I can begin reading, Ellis comes out dressed in the first dress. The grey tulle adorned with black butterflies is perfectly age-appropriate for her. “Oh Ellis, you look so pretty,” I compliment.

Ellis steps in front of the mirror, spinning a bit. Her nose scrunches and she fluffs the skirt out. “I don’t really like it,” she murmurs.

“Why?” I ask.

Ellis turns around, kicking the skirt out a bit so she can walk. “Too much tulle,” she calls over her shoulder on her way towards the dressing room.

“So pick one without tulle, Ellis. I know you have one back there,” I chastise her.

Ellis grumbles something inaudible back and I hear the sound of the crinoline moving against the floor. Two zipper sounds fill the air and minutes later, I hear her sigh, “Okay.”

I abandon my book, figuring my turn is upcoming. “Yeah?” I shout slightly at the screen.

Ellis comes from behind the screen in a Tiffany blue dress with minimal crystals adorning the pockets. “Yeah,” she smiles bashefully.

It’s perfect for Ellis, but without accessories, she looks naked. “You need some gloves and maybe some earrings,” I list, walking over to the vanity with crystal pieces laid on the silk trays.

“I mean duh but what do you think? Hair up or down,” Ellis asks and I look up at her reflection in the mirror. She switches between holding her hair up and letting it flow, posing as she does.

Why would Ellis ask me? I’m the most indecisive person on the fucking planet. “Down,” I suggest.

Ellis nods, picking up the bottom of the dress. “Okay, let me get changed,” she scurries behind the screen.

I silently disappear between the racks, hoping that if I stay silent, no one will notice my short stature in between the clothing. “Your turn,” Ellis unfortunately chirps.

My eyes roll and I touch the fabrics. I don’t want anything too extravagant, but sexy enough to command presence. And I’ll be damned if my little sister looks better than me, no offense. I pick a few dresses, putting them on a rack that an assistant swiftly pulls away for me. 

Once I’m ready, I step behind the screen. The stylist unzips the first dress, stepping out of the room so I can slip into it. I shed the clothing, folding up my outfit. I step into the first dress, calling for help to lace up the back. “Okay,” I say, finally looking up in the mirror. “I can already tell you I don’t like this one,” I grunt, turning to get a good look at myself.

The dress has a cinched waist, and the blue is bright–it reminds me of a highlighter. It’s a beautiful dress. It’s just not the dress for me. 

“So I don’t need to see it. Next!” Ellis shouts. I nod, allowing the stylist to slowly untie the ribbon. I put my hands back on my chest to avoid spilling out of the top of the dress before the stylist puts another dress up on the rack.

Once she leaves, I exhale, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. I pick it up, put it back on the rack, and turn to pick up the next one. This one is a hot red color with a crystalized top. Similarly to the first dress, the red satin flows out from the waist, with velvet roses on the straps. I call the stylist in again to lace me up, and she does so with practiced ease. 

When she’s finished, I step out but only in view of Ellis. “This one’s okay,” I say. It’s too sweet and would be a better fit for Ellis.

Ellis shifts with her hands on her hips. “Mmm, we can do better,” she says before turning back to the racks. She maneuvers through the racks, pulling a blue tulle dress and holding it up towards me. “This one?” she asks.

I shake my head, “Too extra.”

Ellis hands the dress off to the assistant, diving back into the rows determined to find something appropriate. “This one?” she asks, holding a long silk dress. “Oh my gosh, please try it for me,” she pleads.

I scoff, taking the dress from Ellis’s hands, “Fine.”

The Tiffany blue silk with the bow on the back makes it a beautiful, yet promising dress. Giddy about the outcome of this dress, I step into it and call the stylist in for hopefully the last time. After she’s done securing the back, she lets me know, and I let my arms fall to my waist. A smile grows on my face when I look myself up and down in the mirror. “You know what, Ellis? You might’ve been right,” I praise her selection.

It fits my body perfectly and it’s a beautiful dress. “Really?” I hear Ellis ask just before I step out from behind the shield. Her eyes drink me in and her face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Hell yeah,” she boasts.

Ellis steps to the side and when I look behind her, I see Agent Idris’ jaw is on the floor. My eyes find Michael’s and his face is still stone cold. But I see a flash of desire in his irises the longer we have the staring contest.

Ellis clears her throat and I blink rapidly, returning my gaze towards Agent Idris. Michael notices and backhands the man in the chest. Agent Idris quickly snaps his mouth shut, swallowing before his lips part again. “Hot,” Agent Idris groans, shifting his pants.

When I look down, his prominently hard member is practically waving at me. “Show some fucking respect,” Michael barks, tossing one of my throw pillows in Idris’ lap.

A faint giggle slips Ellis's lips and when I turn my head toward her, she’s covering her mouth discreetly. “Oh come on, I’m being objective,” Agent Idris defends himself before turning his attention to me. “Libby you look beautiful,” my sister’s agent compliments with his arm outstretched.

A small smile creeps onto my lips. “Thank you, Agent Idris,” I say before turning around to face the jewelry case.

My eyes scan the contents of the box, allowing my fingers to pick up a gold ring and slide it onto my finger. “Pretty. You wearing that one?” I hear Ellis ask.

“I don’t know,” I say, similarly abandoning the jewelry to her. “Hair up or down?” I ask, striking my poses.

Ellis squints, gnawing on her lip for a second like it’s the hardest decision she’s ever had to make. Me and you both, Lil Bit. “Down,” she finally utters.

I turn towards the couch behind Ellis. The guys will give me a better opinion anyway. After all, it’s their desire I’m trying to obtain. “Agent Idris?” I ask the man.

“Up,” my sister’s guard answers with such quickness that I wonder if he read my mind before I asked that question.

Michael’s body tenses and his buttons dare to pop off his shirt. “Say another word and I’ll be watching you bleed out on the rug,” he threatens his colleague.

Curious about Michael’s opinion, I pose him the same question, “Agent Jordan?”

Michael’s body stays stoically still but his jaw clenches unnaturally. After a couple of moments, I get fed up with the fact that he won't give me attention. “Fine, what about the jewelry? I don’t know which one,” I return to the jewelry boxes.

Ellis looks over my shoulder before pointing at a box. “Gold,” she states before leaving my side.

I pick up the tray with at least 15 pieces on it. “Way to narrow it down for me, Ellis. Now get out,” I playfully bid her goodbye. “and take him with you,” I joke, pointing at Agent Idris.

“Bye, Libby. See you whenever,” Ellis waves over her shoulder. 

“Bye, Lis. Bye, Idris,” I call after the lanky brown man who throws me a wink over my shoulder. These men are going to be the death of me.

I peer out of the window at the tip of the National Monument. Hudson’s obsessive rants about whatever topic he chose are starting to drive me nuts, and we still have 30 minutes of traffic to sit through. “I need you to shut the fuck up for the remainder of our time together in this car,” I whip my head towards my kid brother and snap.

His nose scrunches and he leans forward defensively. “We’re only in traffic because of your stupid education degree. Ceramics has night classes,” he taunts.

“Yeah, cause your ceramics degree is going to come into good use,” I slander his degree choice. I have nothing against art majors, it’s just my brother is a dick who needs to be put in his place right now. 

Agent Flynn snickers and Hudson smacks my pants leg. I reach out, grabbing his wrist before he can scurry back to his side of the car. “Touch me again,” I start twisting, eliciting a spew of cries from his throat. 

“Ow, ow. Let go,” he pleads.

“And I’ll fucking kill you,” I finish the threat, releasing my grip. He snatches his arm back, rubbing the skin around his wrist.

He mumbles something under his breath before looking across the car at his guard. “Aren’t you supposed to kill her if she touches me?”

Agent Flynn shrugs, seemingly unbothered by the sibling bickering. “I would but Agent Jordan would kill me on the spot. So is there a true winner?” he clarifies.

A giggle leaves my lips. He’s got to be joking, right? “Hahaha, my guard is better than yours,” I tease Huddy.

“Not better just, quicker and more serious,” Agent Flynn needlessly defends himself.

The cars pull up just inside the gates, pulling over to the side of the road. “They’re stopping,” Michael alerts Agent Flynn.

His hand creeps down to hover over his gun when I realize what’s going on. They didn’t tell him about Code Grey. Code Grey is the scheduled mindfulness break, brought to you by the white house. They just want to ensure the first children don’t get off track, especially their prized pony.

“No, put those away. The plan says to the door but we haven’t had a mindfulness break today,” I quickly explain, before the door slides open. 

An agent with black sunglasses extends his hand for me to grab. “Come on, Agent Jordan,” I request, although he doesn’t have a choice.

When I step out and the January air hits my face, I grimace. How is walking in freezing temperatures supposed to be good for my mental health? 

A hand is placed on my back, pushing me slightly forward. When I look next to me, I notice it’s Agent Jordan. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. But he’s not an option, none of them are.

My brother steps out behind him, following a chipper Agent Flynn. I bid my sibling goodbye, allowing him and Agent Flynn to cross campus together discreetly. They take off leaving Agent Jordan and I to stand in their dust. “Since you’re here, carry this,” I demand, shoving the bag into Michael’s arms.

He accepts it, swinging the pastel pink strap over his back. “Whatever you say, my lady,” he flirts and I roll my eyes.

My hand slides up to hold his arm. The boots I have on are too high for me to walk stably on the salt-covered ground, so I hope he doesn’t mind. Abruptly, I hear the familiar camera shuttering noises not too far from us. Michael shakes his arm so I let go and he secures it firmly around my shoulder, pulling me into his body. 

He shields me from the paparazzi on the other side of the gate and for the first time, I understand the reason for him. I wouldn’t be able to do this with a 40-year-old man. The topic of conversation surely wouldn’t be how hot my bodyguard is.

We quickly cross the lawn to the education building. When I scan my card for entry, he looks up at the tall structure. “Shit looks depressing,” he comments, holding the door open for me to enter.

I step into the warm building, feeling an instant pain in my ears and nose from the temperature change. I stomp any possible salt off my boots. “I don’t think higher education is supposed to be fun,” I theorize and he chuckles.

The halls are mostly empty, aside from a few scattered students. I look down and check my phone in my hands, seeing that it’s a couple of minutes past four. My heart starts beating rapidly, and I slightly pick up my pace. I like this professor, and I want to leave a good impression on her. She and Jo are the only people who treat me like I’ll have a normal life after this.

The click of my heeled boots echoes off the walls until I’m standing at the door, looking back at Agent Jordan. “I’m sure she knows about you, but just in case. You’re a transfer student, and we’re friends,” I explain our cover story.

He raises an eyebrow, before taking a step back. “Do I look like a fucking teacher, my lady?” he asks, rhetorically. 

“No, you look like a munch,” I respond, quickly pulling open the door before he has a chance to respond. Maybe he’ll charm the pants off my professors and I’ll get an A.

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hello! could I please get some alt fc suggestions for michael b. jordan that have a similar vibe/look and can pass as 35 - nothing wrong with him, but I'm struggling with his resources as there are way less gif hunts/packs of him than I realized and if you could please suggest someone that maybe has a wider/larger gif selection that would be such a huge help! thank you in advance!

absolutely! all of these guys have at least 400+ gifs in the tags, so please feel free to reach out if you're struggling to find resources for any of them. obviously it's always ideal to swap out faces as closely as possible, but since your primary concern here is lack of resources, i'll give the little disclaimer that you should remember to make any and all appropriate changes to your character if your fc changes age or ethnicity. that being said, here are my suggestions for you, angel! i hope it helps 🫀

Aaron Johnson ( 1990, actor, white/Jewish )

Chace Crawford ( 1985, actor, white )

Jesus Castro ( 1993, actor, half Romani )

John Boyega ( 1992, actor, Black )

Michael Trevino ( 1985, actor, Mexican )

Oliver Jackson-Cohen ( 1986, actor, half Tunisian-Egyptian/Jewish )

Phil Dunster ( 1992, actor, white )

Ryan Guzman ( 1987, actor, half Mexican )

Stephan James ( 1993, actor, Black )

Tanner Novlan ( 1986, actor, half(?) Cree )

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II ( 1986, actor, Black )

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[coloradohqconnections]

PARKER CULLEN (KEIYNAN LONSDALE) is looking for THEIR EX FROM NEW YORK. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of LAITH ASHLEY, TYLER POSEY, JOHN BOYEGA, OLIVER STARK, MICHAEL B JORDAN, ANY FC 29-35ISH, but you must reach out to DADIISM to find out more! ( parker lived in new york from the age of 18 to about a year or so ago when they returned to denver to take care of their mother, so they could’ve met and dated for a good chunk of time. I would like to have them been together for at least a year, but I’m definitely open to longer! some time after parker moved back to denver, the two made the mutual decision to break up due to distance and the fact that parker was going to be staying in denver longer than originally planned. whether there's still feelings there and why wc is in denver now can be utp, I'd love to hear ideas!)

#city rpg #town rpg #oc rpg #appless rpg #laith ashley fc #tyler posey fc #john boyega fc #oliver stark fc #michael b jordan fc #wanted #open connection #romantic #20s #30s

[lumenouarp]

(Aila Isley) our (Maya Hawke) is looking for their (Bodyguard), age (UTP) years old that resides in (UTP) and is a (UTP) serving as (UTP).

♔ Brief description of connection:

This character is no longer, Aila’s bodyguard and was probably the last person to know that she went into hiding. There could be hard feelings there now that she’s back since I assume Aila was very close to this person, but as far as Aila is concerned, this person was free to live their life now. With her coming back out into the open though, they may be needed again. The question is would they take up that mantle again or are they happy living their own life.

♔ Suggested FCs: UTP, Joe Keery, Michael B Jordan, Tessa Thompson, Milo Ventimiglia, & Jason Mamoa

♔ This connection does not require contact (unless the person wants to contact player @ocean-eyeslnrp)

#diverse rpg #joe keery fc #michael b jordan fc #tessa thompson fc #milo ventimiglia fc #jason momoa fc #wanted connection

[tihqpro]

“Do you want to go to the seaside? I’m not trying to say that everybody wants to go.”

Welcome to Myrtle Beach- a city and vacation resort on South  Carolina’s Atlantic coast! With its 60-mile string of sandy beaches and  beautiful scenery, it’s no wonder people flock here. And MTV  couldn’t agree more. They have partnered up with management at Tropic  Isle Resort to see what it’s like to be one of the many vacationers of  Myrtle Beach. News of the new television show has made its way all  across the globe; millions of applicants excited for an all expenses paid  trip to the beautiful beachside. Young adults all over are in for the  ride of their life; gossip, drama, friendship, love, and secrets. Stay tuned  and get ready for the vacation of a lifetime on Tropic Isle.

Visit tropicislehq.  

#michael b jordan fc #new rp #city rp #town rp #rp

[nevernevadahq]

+ 3 WANTED CONNECTIONS

In the gardens of bright neon lights and the heavy breaths around a glittering table, ARI ARORA is missing their FIRST LOVE AND BOYFRIEND. There is a tender curiosity of what they will bring to game that lies under the desert sun. In the past, they’ve been ARI'S ARORA FIRST LOVE AND BOYFRIEND. UPON COMING TO THE STATES, ARI MOVED TO SAN FRANCISCO AND FELL IN LOVE WITH THE BEAUTY AROUND IT. AMONG THAT BEAUTY THOUGH, ARI FELL IN LOVE WITH A MAN THAT TOOK HIS BREATH AWAY, SHOWED HIM THE WAY OF THE WORLD AND BROUGHT THEM EXCITEMENT AND LIGHT. THE TWO HAD A WHIRLWIND OF A ROMANCE, BUT EVENTUALLY, ARI WAS LEFT BROKEN HEARTED WHEN THEY LEFT HIM IN CALIFORNIA WITHOUT EVEN A GOODBYE. and under the heavy haze of alcohol and poison, they resemble MICHAEL B JORDAN, MANISH DAYAL, STEVEN YEUN, GUILLERMO DIAZ, 30's to 40's. Will they choose sin or sage? For more information, reach out to DEIDIAVOLI.

In the gardens of bright neon lights and the heavy breaths around a glittering table, NADIA JAMES is missing their OLDER BROTHER. There is a tender curiosity of what they will bring to game that lies under the desert sun. In the past, they’ve been NADIA JAMES'S OLDER BROTHER AND OLDEST SIBLING. NADIA'S OLDER BROTHER IS ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE THAT LOVED HER GROWING UP AND BEING SENT AWAY WAS HARD FOR THE BOTH OF THEM. HE HAS A FULL KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT NADIA DID TO THEIR MOTHER, KNOWS FULLY THAT SHE MURDERED HER AND SO HIS FEELINGS ON THAT ARE UP TO YOU. NADIA WOULD SEND HIM GIFTS AND POSTCARDS ON HIS BIRTHDAY, BUT NEVER GOT A RETURN DATE FOR WHATEVER REASON. NADIA VIEWS HER OLDER BROTHER AS SOMEONE WHO TAUGHT HER HOW TO LOVE PEOPLE AND TRUST THEM A LITTLE BIT AND MISSES HIM VERY MUCH and under the heavy haze of alcohol and poison, they resemble JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER, CODY FERN, CHARLIE HUNNAM, RICHARD MADDEN, SAM CLAFLIN,  35-40s. Will they choose sin or sage? For more information, reach out to DEIDIAVOLI.

In the gardens of bright neon lights and the heavy breaths around a glittering table, NADIA JAMES is missing their YOUNGER SISTER. There is a tender curiosity of what they will bring to game that lies under the desert sun. In the past, they’ve been NADIA JAMES'S YOUNGER SISTER WHO IS THE JAMES'S YOUNGEST SIBLING. NADIA WAS SENT AWAY WHEN HER SISTER WAS ONLY AN INFANT AND SO THE TWO HAVE NEVER OFFICIALLY MET. NADIA FEELS A STRONG PROTECTIVENESS OVER HER, AND THE NIGHT NADIA KILLED HER MOTHER, SHE WAS HUMMING A LULLABY TO HER LITTLE SISTER WHEN HER MOTHER CAME IN AND TORE HER AWAY FROM HER SISTER THINKING SHE WOULD HURT HER. NADIA THEN KILLED HER MOTHER BY THROWING HER DOWN THE STAIRS, SENDING HER AWAY. NADIA, THROUGHOUT THE YEARS, SENT POSTCARDS AND GIFTS TO HER YOUNGER SISTER, BUT NEVER GOT A RETURN and under the heavy haze of alcohol and poison, they resemble EMMA MACKEY, SAOIRSE RONAN, DOVE CAMERON, KATHRYN NEWTON, ELIZA SCANLEN, ANYA TAYLOR JOY, 23-27. Will they choose sin or sage? For more information, reach out to DEIDIAVOLI.

#sam clafin fc #jamie campbell bower #michael b jordan fc #manish dayal #wanted connection #crime rp

[lunarcovehq]

POPPY REED (REBECCA RITTENHOUSE) HAS FOUND.

Connection: Advisor to the coven

Suggested Name: UTP

Age Range: 30-45

Species: Witch

Suggested FCs: UTP, but some suggestions include Lucien Laviscount, Michael Trevino, Zeeko Zaki, Sidharth Malhotra, Luke Mitchell, Berk Cankat, Michael B. Jordan, François Arnaud, Charles Michael Davis

Connection Description:

They were one of the front runners expected to lead the coven along with Poppy’s younger sister, while they made it to the last part of the trials they were declined. While they pretended to be sad for their parents and the covens sake they were secretly glad they weren’t picked. 

They would have alluded to or told Poppy as much after she was named supreme by the coven. Which actually caused Poppy to pick them as advisor. 

They have been the advisor for a year now along with Poppy as supreme so they have worked together for a bit. They’re one of her biggest supporters as supreme.

As an FYI Poppy died around July 4th and was brought back to life. They would have been part of the vote to bring her back. You can read about the event here. 

Extras that would be cool if they work with your bio/we can talk about:

While they are Poppy’s biggest supporter, their family and sibling (potential wc here) is now against Poppy being supreme.

Please be sure to contact the player before applying:

Kourtney is available for DMs on @moonglowmagic !!

#lucien laviscount fc #michael trevino fc #zeeko zaki fc #sidharth malhotra fc #luke mitchell fc #berk cankat fc #michael b. jordan fc #Francois Arnaud fc #charles michael davis fc #closed wc #closed connection #witch wc #all wc #lc wc

[chelseafav]

MICHAEL B JORDAN WATCHING CHELSEA AT THE STANDS? yas please 😍

#chelsea fc #chelsea #cfc #michael b jordan

[blaesus]

sometimes i be like i want to start afresh and change blaises fc and then im like dont be so dumb, mbj is the one and only blaise.

#ive had so many different fc for blaise since ive had him but michael b jordan is the best choice ive ever made for him #altho i miss adonis bosso with that damn chiselled cheekbones #🐍 ░ ( * HISS HISS MOFO. & / OUT OF CHARACTER. ) #TBD

[nocreativejuiceleft]

(scénario) HEY BROTHER, DO YOU STILL BELIEVE IN ONE ANOTHER #40s #lawyer #siblings #chosenfamily #friendship

l'histoire : Ryland a grandi à Boston dans une famille aimante. Le bonheur parfait, en apparence, et dans la réalité aussi, du moins durant quelques années. C'est à l'adolescence que les choses se gâtent pour Ryland et sa petite sœur, lorsque leurs parents se séparent. Un déchirement pour Reagan, une trahison pour Ryland qui ne pardonnera jamais vraiment à leur père son départ, d'abord de la maison puis du pays. Ryland soutient sa mère comme il peut, sans doute plus qu'il ne le devrait à son jeune âge. Très exigeant avec lui-même comme avec les autres, sérieux et studieux, il obtient son ticket d'entrée dans une demi-douzaine d'universités de renom à travers le pays mais c'est sur New York que son choix se porte. Si déménager de Boston est compliqué, abandonner la Côte Est est définitivement impossible et il quitte le Massachusetts le cœur gros. Seule la présence de sa sœur dans la maison familiale le rassure et lorsqu'elle s'installe à New York à son tour, c'est une nouvelle trahison pour Ryland qui se sent à nouveau responsable de sa mère. Si cette dernière n'a jamais rien dit ni fait pour le convaincre qu'il devait endosser la moindre responsabilité, elle ne l'en a pas non plus découragé et il passe la majorité de ses années de fac à partager son temps entre New York et Boston. De cette période de sa vie, Ryland garde un sens aigu de l'organisation et le désir profond, presque obsessif, de ne pas reproduire les erreurs de ses parents. Il se rend toutefois compte qu'en rejetant ce modèle et l'histoire familiale, il a aussi mis de côté sa sœur et aujourd'hui entré dans la quarantaine, il est bien décidé à combler le fossé que Reagan et lui ont laissé s'installer au fil des ans. un lien : malgré le peu d'années qui les séparent, Ryland et Reagan n'ont jamais vraiment su se comprendre. Trop différents pour s'entendre, trop enfermés chacun de leur côté dans le chagrin provoqué par le divorce leurs parents, ils se sont doucement mais sûrement éloignés l'un de l'autre. Ironique, quand on sait qu'ils ont tous deux quitté Boston pour New York. Les vieilles rancœurs de l'enfance ont pris des accents dramatiques à l'âge adulte, renforcées par la distance et le silence. Ils auraient pu faire un pas l'un vers l'autre à des nombreuses reprises, et ils y ont tous les deux pensé plus d'une fois, mais la culpabilité et l'obstination se sont mis en travers de leur route. Aujourd'hui, si ils ont tous deux trouvé un certain équilibre, il est clair qu'il leur manque quelque chose. Ou quelqu'un. Se retrouver prendra du temps et des efforts mais peut-être que c'est le bon moment, finalement. (+ deux autres à découvrir dans le sujet via le lien source de ce post). l'avatar : Michael B. Jordan, négociable. lien vers le sujet : ici (ou en source du post).

#rpg francophone #french rpg #recherche de scénario #scenario rpg #fc: michael b jordan #99 problems

[acourtcfmuses]

tag drop,

#tag drop #🚔 [ jake peralta ] #🚔 [ jake fc andy samberg ] #🚔 [ jake headcanons ] #🚔 [ jake musings ] #🕯[ baxian argos ] #🕯 [ baxian fc michael b jordan ] #🕯 [ baxian musings ] #🕯 [ baxian headcanons ]

[fanficbarbie]

all-american bitch ★ faceclaims

Liberty Washington

Ryan Destiny

Agent Jordan

Michael B. Jordan (himself: secret service au)

Ellis Washington

Marsai Martin

Agent Idris

Damson Idris (himself: secret service au)

Hudson Washington

Caleb McLaughlin

Agent Flynn

Rome Flynn (himself: secret service au)

#michael b jordan fic #michael b jordan smut #michael b jordan fanfic #michael b jordan fc #michael b jordan #michael b jordan x reader #mbj fluff #mbj smut #mbj fic #mbj x reader #mbj fanfic #black writers #x black reader #black fanfic writer #black!reader #black fanfic #black reader #x black oc #x black fem reader #black fem reader #x female y/n #x female reader #fem oc #x fem!reader #x oc #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #female reader #rome flynn x black reader

[oceanofmusings]

𝐏𝐎𝐂 𝐅𝐂𝐬 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒.

hello! just putting together a little resource which is by no means comprehensive, but can be used as a quick reference for some poc fcs with good resources and links to some of their gif hunts. though i’m not an rph, i had made this list already for personal reference and wanted to share in case it brought anyone else inspo. i know there are probably a few of these posts already, but i think the more ways to get people looking at poc fcs, the better! there are so many good poc fcs out there, that it’s a shame we don’t see them more, especially when some have a shocking amount of resources. some of these fcs are already popular, but i figured i’d add them in anyway, though i did try to list out more fcs i don’t see as often. 

i tried to include 2-3 good hunts per fc (most were found using this site/link since tumblr tags are a hot mess as usual) and i take no credit for any of the resources linked either. thank you to creators who’ve made such good gifs for these fcs and if you use their hunts, please like/reblog their posts and be mindful of any denoted triggers. hopefully this gives a wee boost to some more underused fcs as well.

adeline rudolph (one, two, three)

aiysha hart (one, two, three)

alperen duymaz ( one) 

amita suman (one, two, three) 

anna diop (one, two, three)

arden cho (one, two)

aubrey plaza (one, two, three, four)

daniel henney (one, two, three)

darren barnet (one, two, three)

davika hoorne (one, two) 

david castaneda (one, two, three)

deepika padukone (one, two, three)

dev patel (one, two, three) 

diane guerrero (one, two, three)

diego luna (one, two, three)

diego boneta (one, two, three)

gemma chan (one, two)

gong yoo (one, two, three)

greta onieogou (one, two)

han so-hee (one, two)

issa rae (one, two, three)

jamie chung (one, two, three)

jordan fisher (one, two)

jung eun-chae (one, two)

justice smith (one, two, three)

justin h. min (one, two, three)

karen fukuhara (one, two)

lewis tan (one, two, three)

manny jacinto (one, two, three, four, five)

may calamawy (one, two, three)

medalion rahimi (one, two, three)

melissa barrera (one, two)

michaela coel (one, two)

michael b jordan (one, two)

natasha liu bordizzo (one, two, three) 

nathalie emmanuel (one, two, three)

nishi munshi (one)

pedro pascal (one, two, three)

quintessa swindell (one, two, three)

rachel hilson (one, two, three)

raymond ablack (one, two)

ritu arya (one, two, three)

ross butler (one, two, three)

sarah shahi (one, two, three)

sean teale (one, two, three)

sobhita dhulipala (one, two, three)

sonoya mizuno (one, two, three)

yahua abdul-mateen ii (one, two, three)

zeeko zaki (one, two, three)

zion moreno (one, two, three)

#resource #gifs #poc fcs #poc #fcs #rp resources #rph #long post tw

[ofvalorandcreed]

In the next few days I’ll be transitioning this blog to a 1x1 rp blog

I’m mostly mobile these days and write privately on discord

would love to write using these fcs: will poulter, jon bernthal, Paul mescal, Lewis tan, jordan fisher, Michael b Jordan, or John boyega

Would love to write against simone Ashley, mishti rahman, Jessica Alexander, deepika padukone, Christina Nadin, or zendaya coleman

I would kill for a simone ashley & will poulter ship

If interested please hit me up

#discord 1x1 #smut 1x1 #1x1 rp

[starlightconnects]

Amara Washington is looking for her EX-FIANCÉ.

Character: Amara Washington

Type Of Connection: romantic

Age Range: 35-45

Suggested FCs: Jesse Williams, Aldis Hodge, Kendrick Sampson, Theo James, Michael B. Jordan, Lee Dong-wook, Sinqua Walls, UTP

Description: Amara’s relationship with her ex-fiancé is a long one – they were together for several years, and had even recently gotten engaged. And whether it was fear, or some other inexplicable feeling, she ended up leaving him behind. He hadn’t wronged her or hurt her, but when she made the decision to move back to Starlight Oaks, she didn’t want to force him to give up his life in London for her… so she made the decision for him. She handed him back the ring, and left. I’d say there were a lot of things left unsaid, and they never really got any closure. If you bring him in, I’d say their future is very much up in the air. After all, she abandoned him – and he has every reason to hate her. Though, I figure, if he’s in Starlight Oaks too… he’s not just there for the views.

Inspiration: x x x x x

Would you like to be contacted? Yes, please contact @amarawashington.

#town rp #small town rp #active rp #literate rp #mature rp #oc rp #relaxed rp #type: romantic #wc: open #wc: amara washington

[lovecharged]

not me fc shipping but i am in need of... (bolded is my preference)

camila morrone x sam claflin

lily collins x sam claflin

riley keough x sam claflin

zendaya x tom holland

mimi keene x asa butterfield

emily blunt x john krasinski

jack wolfe x kit young

odeya rush x fivel stewart

cillian murphy x annabelle wallis

maude apatow x zendaya

jonathan bailey x matt bomer

jonathan bailey x simone ashley

andrew scott x phoebe waller-bridge

will harrison x suki waterhouse

michael cimino x george sear

michael b jordan x tessa thompson

michael evans behling x greta onieogou

sophie thatcher x courtney eaton

sophie nelisse x ella purnell

felix mallard x antonia gentry

felix mallard x katie douglas

corey mylchreest x india amarteifio

jack quaid x melissa barrera

david corenswet x mia goth

calahan skogman x danielle galligan

zane phillips x froy gutierrez

zane phillips x ben levin

rish shah x camila mendes

taylor zakhar perez x nicholas galitzine

ray nicholson x olivia scott welch

leo suter x frida gustavsson

rafael silva x ronen rubinstein

ben hardy x sydney sweeney

phoebe tonkin x margot robbie

paul mescal x daisy edgar jones

danny griffin x abigail cowen

chris evans x ana de armas

#indie rp #ooc: posts.