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scealaiscoite · 9 months
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bodyguard/protectee prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱
-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-
⋆ “um, look- i know i’m only meant to be here for you in a professional capacity, but if you ever need anything i’m here for you.”
⋆ “come on, just admit it- i’m starting to grow on you, aren’t i?”
⋆ “since when does your job extend to giving me relationship advice?” “it doesn’t, but i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i didn’t at least try to tell you how much more you deserve than that idiot.”
⋆ “don’t tell your coworkers, but you’re my favourite.”
⋆ “i know it’s like your job or whatever, but i- i’ve never had anyone protect me like that before. so, uh- thanks, i guess.”
⋆ “don’t worry. i’m not going to tell anyone that my big bad bodyguard like to be the little spoon.”
⋆ “i think if you let people see this side of you more often, you wouldn’t have any need for me.”
⋆ “we’re gonna be in this car for eight hours! you’re not gonna combust if you speak to me more than one word at a time.”
-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-
⋆ while the protectee is in the process of overworking themselves, the bodyguard reluctantly steps in to make them take a break
⋆ after an event that shakes the protectee, the bodyguard silently takes their hand and doesn’t let go until they’re safe again
⋆ the bodyguard gets injured in the process of coming between the protectee and a physical threat and, in a panic, the protectee fusses over them as they gingerly tend to their wounds
⋆ after overhearing a personal argument that leaves the protectee upset, a very out-of-their-depth bodyguard tries their best to comfort them
⋆ whilst trying to cheer up a downtrodden protectee, the otherwise stoneyfaced bodyguard divulges the first pieces of personal information they’ve ever given to anyone on the job
⋆ during an overnight protection detail, the bodyguard finds themselves keeping company to an insomniac protectee
⋆ one finally building up the courage to ask the other out on a date once their professional relationship is over
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live-from-flaturn · 1 year
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Oops... It’s KP Textposts
It’s not my fault, and I will only be held responsible for your giggles.
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Two Part Finale:
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mikaikaika · 11 months
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quackity the type of bitch to yell objection at the spiderbit wedding
He can surely try bestie. It'd surely go something like this.
Quackity : I objec-
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miamierre · 7 months
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piarles + Bodyguard AU 🥰
10. Bodyguard AU
Pierre doesn't seem big enough for a bodyguard.
Not that Charles is complaining, of course, by any means—he knows, as royal lineage, that there's always a risk to his safety on at least some level whenever he's out in public, and he's mostly come to terms with that. But when his mother had introduced him to the bodyguard that the family had hired for his protection, he'd almost laughed out loud, because…
Well. Pierre looks like a normal guy. He's quiet, introduces himself with a nod, and Charles thinks immediately that he could be a stranger he bumps into in a coffee shop, not a man trained in god knows how many defensive arts meant to protect someone.
He's muscular, sure, but nothing to write home about. And like—Charles is taller than him. Not by much, of course, and sometimes when Pierre is standing alongside him it feels like he's towering, but side-by-side, he is taller. What's the point of a bodyguard who is shorter than you? George, one of his mother's assistants, is at least a head taller than him, and seems almost as fit as Pierre seems to be.
Not that Charles has been looking, of course. But on afternoons where they spend the day in the sun, Charles has seen Pierre take off his blazer and knows that the expanse of his back is broad and built, muscles flexing beneath the pressed white dress shirt and looking…fit. That's all Charles can allow himself. He doesn't care about his security team, end-of.
But they're stuck in traffic on a Friday night, lights from the road around them splashing across his bodyguard's face, and Charles can't help but think that he looks out of place, almost: sitting here across from him in the limousine, sunglasses on even inside the car, expression carefully neutral. He could be an influencer, maybe: the cut of his jaw is too sharp and, frankly, attractive to be wasting away in the private security business.
"What made you want to do this?" Charles asks, setting his phone face-down on the seat beside him. Pierre doesn't hear him, apparently—Charles clears his throat, raises an eyebrow as his bodyguard stirs at that, brows climbing over his sunglasses. "Be a bodyguard. Why'd you do it?"
Pierre shrugs. "It is what I'm good at," he says simply, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.
But that's not nearly the satisfying answer Charles had been hoping for. "But you don't look—" Pierre lowers his sunglasses for a moment, fixing Charles with a look that can only say what do you mean rather intimidatingly, and he changes his tune. "Sorry, I mean. You look like you should be a YouTuber or something, not…"
Pierre, shockingly, smiles. Or, well, it's more of a smirk than anything, but it's more emotion than he's seen from the man since he'd been hired. Charles' breath catches. He's…kind of hot. "Should I be flattered that you think I'm not ugly, Mr. Leclerc?" The younger man swallows. "Many people that look like me are more than just pretty faces." Pierre winks and Charles thinks he's just about swallowed his tongue.
"Oh," he manages, stupidly. "Are you ex-military?" Truthfully, he hadn't gotten around to reading the man's credentials even if they'd been sitting at his desk for months, and he hopes he doesn't come across as rude. It's just…something about the mystery of his bodyguard's aura is crawling under his skin, and Charles is nothing if not a picker.
Pierre's amusement dies in an instant. Features stoic once more, sunglasses back up properly on his face, Charles watches whatever opening of understanding he'd worked on zip shut. "Yes," he answers, voice even once more. Then, before Charles can inquire further, he continues. "You should review that speech while you have the time, Mr. Leclerc. The benefit will be waiting on you the moment we arrive, as traffic doesn't seem to be letting up."
Ah, right. The stupid benefit he's being forced to attend because Lorenzo is out of town. He opens his mouth to counter Pierre's suggestion, but doesn't get a chance to voice his thoughts because the car jerks to a stop, much harder than normal on-off traffic. The two of them lurch in their seats, Charles grabbing at his seatbelt haphazardly for a moment before they settle.
"Sorry," the voice from the driver's seat says, filtering through the partition. "There's some kind of hold-up ahead—"
And then the ringing sound of what could be gunshots fill the tunnel around them, and oh. Charles swallows thickly. "Um," he starts, and then doesn't continue because the sound gets a little closer and in a second, Pierre's got a hand firmly on his arm, tugging him forward and onto the floor of the limo. Charles goes easily. The gunshots—they must be gunshots, Pierre wouldn't be doing this if they weren't—are loud, now, and he's fucking shaking. Shaking. He's driven through this tunnel countless times and hasn't even considered an incident like this as a possibility.
"Charles," Pierre says, low and firm, and Charles snaps to his attention, staring at his bodyguard's face. "Stay down. We will be fine, I promise." He scoots closer, leans over so that his body is closer to Charles' than it ever has been before, and he's warm. "Just stay down." Pierre's hand is now resting just between Charles' shoulders, big and almost comforting as it eases him further to the floor.
Any lingering concern about his size is long forgotten.
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starmaniamania · 4 days
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QUEER! ALL! THE THINGS!
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i cannot wait for the camera men to have to do the August run
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misspoetree · 2 years
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KinnPorsche + Text Posts: Ep. 12 Edition - Part 2
Bonus: Hand Kisses
[Ep. 9 / Ep. 10 1&2 / Ep. 11 1&2 / Ep. 12 1]
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domoz · 8 months
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i wish u would write a fic where izuna and hashirama conspired
"Ah, Izuna-san, thanks for coming!"
"Sure." Izuna responds dully. As if he really had a choice. Hashirama has been duly elected the leader of this little mess that everyone is calling a village, and now Izuna is obligated to answer to him. To a Senju, which stings, but not so badly that he can't bear it. Mostly it hasn't been an issue, because so much of the work they've done to make this nonsense work is by committee -- but today it just might become one. The -- former, now, as of his election -- Senju clan head has really never had cause to talk to Izuna one on one like this.
His skin prickles as Hashirama leans back and activates a privacy seal. Izuna doesn't let the tension in his chest bleed over to his expression, since all that seal does it stop eavesdroppers. The security seal that would prevent him from leaving hasn't been touched. Maybe the Senju has noticed anyways, because he flashes Izuna a lopsided grin and leans back in that stupid home grown office chair of his.
"I hope you don't mind if a cut to the chase., He says, "There's a mission I want your thoughts on."
Something in his tone make's Izuna attention sharpen. It's ever so slightly different than normal. Calmer than usual, or maybe… More serious. Whatever this is, it's gotten Hashirama to drop his usual buffoon act.  There's no  scroll to be seen, so this mission is likely one of those, where linking paperwork to the deed is just too dangerous. Izuna has his done his fair share. He raises an eyebrow.
"Well I'm sure your brother has already said his piece. What's with all the secrecy for a second opinion?"
"Ah… No. I don't send Tobirama on missions like these for… A variety of reasons. And this one is very need to know."
"…Missions like?"
Izuna lets himself look suspicious, and Hashirama's smile dims, though, it doesn't fall completely. There's nothing that Hashirama should trust Izuna to do for over his own brother. So far the Senju hasn't seemed the type to eliminate his enemies by sending them on suicide missions, but Izuna is well aware that he still doesn't know the man well enough to know.
"The daimyo has asked us to assassinate a political rival of his. Make it look like an accident, you know how it is." Which is not the sort of mission the Uchiha have gotten in a long time. Those sorts of requests only go to the most well trusted and well placed in court, and neither the Uchiha or the Senju have been in that position for a long time. As if reading his thoughts, Hashirama goes on, "I suspect this is a test, of sorts. And I thought, well, maybe it’s a good opportunity to test something out myself!"
Well assuming that mission is real, someone's going to have to do it. Izuna crosses his arms and waits for an explanation. For once the Senju gets to the point.
"I've realized that as the Hokage I might be in need of some people who serve me directly instead of going through the mission office. And I thought…"
"Me?" And not his brother? If it were just an assassination mission, sure, Izuna can agree he's more suited to it since Tobirama is disgustingly unsubtle for a shinobi. But as, what, an aide?
The Senju's stupid big brown eyes crinkle with another smile.
"You!" He agrees, "Really, if you've done even half of what Madara has told me you'd be perfect for this, and, well…" There's something sharp in the Senju's expression, a look Izuna isn't certain he can ever recall seeing there before, "When it comes to things like this, I thought it would be best if I asked someone who would keep me accountable."
He's insane, Izuna thinks, and not for the first time. He's either insane, or he's toying with us all. And if it's the latter, what the hell is Izuna supposed to do about it on his own? At least with this on offer he can keep a closer eye on him.
"I'll be telling my brother you sent me on a mission." He challenges.
The Senju's smile melts back into it's usual fake cheer, "I was thinking a delivery to rice country would be the perfect cover. I already have the wine you might have brought back as a souvenir!"
Izuna snorts, mostly out of disbelief with himself, and steps closer to lean over the desk. "Which I would give to nii-san and not to you, so don't you dare crack the seal on it. Now fill me in on the actual details."
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songtaegguk · 1 year
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Tankhun, about Porsche: We’re getting someone new in the group.
Pol: Are we stealing them?
Pete: New or used?
Arm: Wonderful responses, both of you.
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fanfictionroxs · 2 years
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Local mafia mans goes on accidental date with the person spying on him while babysitting little brother.
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lapetitechatonne · 1 year
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hi, i so finish The Princess and the Outlaws
i started PATO, as the Batpham server and i have so lovingly been calling it, with half a plot and too much caffeine. i never expected people to like it as much as they did, and i certainly never expected it to get to 40k words. i'm so used to leaving projects unfinished that honestly, i almost don't know what to do with myself now that it's done.
i slowly found myself falling in love with the world and the characters, particularly Minnie (if you know you know ;) lol) and i think i want to revisit it sometime in the future after i've worked on some of the projects i put on the backburner when this took control of my mind. it was legit like crack, and i was an addict.
so, what's in store for the pato universe?
first, an Everlasting Insomniacs (aka Tim Drake/Danny Fenton/Tucker Foley/Sam Manson) fic set in the same universe. it'd be Tim trying to work out a WE deal with the Infinite Realms while the Justice League is doing the same. ideally, it'd be set in the ghost zone.
i also wanted to write a fic around Dani, Minnie, and Valerie in that universe. i was thinking about adding some Crown Princess Dani shenanigans and hopefully involving Mara al Ghul somehow (i think Mara/Dani would be so cute)
and finally, a sequel of pato itself. it would be about relationship negotiations, and all of them finding a way to make their new dynamic work, as well as family shenanigans. i don't really have a plot for this yet, so if you have anything you'd like so see, feel free to drop it in the notes.
but thank you to everyone who supported me and who watched this fic and my mania grow. you mean the world to me, and i can't wait to see what we create next.
ao3 link (the title) and some pato memes below!!!!
The Princess and the Outlaws - Rated M Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DC Comics Pairings: Crowns & Clowns (aka Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd/Roy Harper/Koriand'r)
Ever since the world discovered the existence of the Infinite Realms and its High King Phantom, the world's governments have been unable to decide what to do about the ectoplasmic beings coming from the tears in reality. With the Anti-Ecto Acts setting the precedent, Phantom's Court is short on time and resources. Enter Princess Jasmine Fenton, official human ambassador for the Infinite Realms. She is set to speak with the United Nations General Assembly in hopes of getting a seat, but not everyone wants her to achieve her goals. With every government-affiliated hero's hands tied, it's up to the Outlaws to protect the princess from the scheming hands of Lex Luthor. But the closer they get, the more they realize that Princess Jasmine is not as normal as she seems.
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carissimipaixao · 11 months
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"They told me to watch you." For Goemon X Reader or cannon character of your choice.
"Is that so?" You reply, unable to hide your distaste.
How long until someone realizes that you are perfectly fine without additional security? You have been trained, learned to protect yourself in case there is nobody else to do it. In your line of work, it only made sense for you to be taught this. There are constant attacks, kidnapping attempts for ransom, not to mention the amount of times you have had the barrel of a gun pressed against your head since you were a kid.
The samurai doesn't answer you, although he acknowledges the scowl in your face. "Your rivals are growing relentless in their pursuits. They will hunt you down until there is no more of them to do so."
"Tell me something I didn't know," you scoff. Just the other day, they had spotted you in public — saw right through your disguise — and attempted to assassinate you right there. The police was right there, and they were not going to let that change anything.
"You don't care," Goemon says, frowning.
"Yes," you tilt your head. "You are completely correct. I don't care. I've been doing this for years, ever since I was a little girl. You expect me to start getting scared now?" The samurai remains unresponsive, and you slam your book down, standing up from the couch. "I'm tired of everyone underestimating me."
"I'm not."
That gaze pins you down for a second, and you slowly walk up to him, watching him as he observes every single step you take. There is something dangerous in him, but you don't know it yet. An idea crosses your mind, and your eyes darken.
"Time we hunt them indeed, hm?"
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live-from-flaturn · 7 months
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not-your-lifeline · 1 year
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love how Hunhow is all like mocking and sassy at first but the moment Drifter tries to walk away he suddenly gets worried and goes ‘NO WAIT DON’T GO JUST YET! YOU’LL DIE IF YOU GO ALL BY YOURSELF!’
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sweetfirebird · 1 year
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After telling @vashti-lives that the "why do they call you babygirl?" meme doesn't work with Tahlen because Tahlen would just go, "Because I'm babygirl." with no emotion, I was compelled to make this monstrosity of design
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lost-in-prose · 8 months
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Everyone in Ocoria on a random Tuesday night sleeping soundly in their beds:
Crown Princess Andrea, her bodyguards Karissa and Tino, and racing driver Eden Cody on that same Tuesday night, drunk off their asses:
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