your past two asks about haikyuu boys as bodyguards as well as videos of iu and her bodyguard sent me into a horrid brainrot so i apologize for this really long ask in advance! i'm not sure if celebrities always have more than one bodyguard with them unless if they’re like part of an idol group or something, but for the sake of this mental image let’s say both of the twins are assigned to protect you as your bodyguards. just that as a concept in itself is UNFAIR my gosh
they definitely bicker a lot behind closed doors (you sometimes wonder just how you got Two Literal Children as your bodyguards) and i can imagine there being a lot of banter and easy conversation between the three of you especially in the car en route to some event. but above all they care about you SO MUCH and would rather die than let anything bad happen to you; we all know how powerful and terrifying they are when they work together as a combo so you're always in good hands! i’ve seen a few pictures of a bodyguard holding an umbrella over an idol while they’re outside and if you and one of the twins were in that situation i feel like he’d make a teasing comment about how it’s like you’re a princess or something and he’s a servant holding an umbrella over you (a picture of you guys grinning at each other because of this goes viral and some people lowkey start shipping you together). i’ve also seen pics of bodyguards using a blanket or umbrella to cover an idol as they step into or exit a car and i think they’d also do that for you :}
anyways, the image of osamu cooking you meals is so cute!! he'd put a lot of work and research into making you food that's both healthy yet extremely filling and delicious, especially if you constantly have a hectic schedule. i like to think at some point you ask him to teach you how to cook some fairly simple dishes and it's very domestic and nice. the mention of a poisoning incident from the bodyguard!osamu ask actually reminded me of when yunho of tvxq was once given orange juice poisoned with super glue and he had to go to the hospital and i just know the twins would do anything in their power to prevent anything like that from happening to you; if anyone even DARES to try that on you then they’ve got a lot coming for them.
but on a more lighthearted note!! atsumu eventually makes an offhand complaint comment about how osamu doesn't nearly make him anything to eat as often as he does for you and how that is Unfair because while you may be their superior, he is the Brother!!! he says something like "yer killin' me, samu!!" and osamu, without missing a beat, is like "then perish."
you know how idols have those fansites that take pictures of them at events or at the airport and stuff? if these two were bodyguards i just KNOW they'd have fans like that LMAOOOO atsumu occasionally pulls up some pictures of him a fansite on twitter posted and asks you what you think of them. (osamu buts in. “i like this one,” he says, zooming in on atsumu’s face partly cropped out and blurred in a fantaken picture of you. atsumu nearly chucks his phone at osamu’s head.) if you comment about how he styled his hair that day he'd definitely have his hair like that more often, just because you said you liked it! he truly does value your opinion. you thought the coat he wore over his tuxedo on one especially cold day looked like it kept him very warm and comfortable? he's going to wear that more often and he may or may not be planning for when you're sleeping in the car on the way back from a fansign so he can drape it over your sleeping form.
i found some videos of iu and her bodyguard and they were too cute not to share:
link 1: i can see mattsun in this situation! he’d do something like this but tease you afterwards; i definitely feel that he and osamu are the types to look intimidating out in public but loosen up a lot more in private. also just the image of mattsun in a tux and a dark trenchcoat putting a hand on the small of your back kind of like what iu’s bodyguard is wearing in the video YOU’RE ALL WELCOME
link 2: I CAN SEE EITHER TWIN OR EVEN SAKUSA AS THIS especially at the parts when iu's bodyguard ties the ribbon of a flower crown she's wearing or when he hesitates before adjusting the headband on her head!! sakusa trying not to let it show that he’s nervous about adjusting a cute little hat on your head that looks like it’s going to fall any moment ;;w;;
link 3: I LOVE IU'S OUTFIT HERE!! also at one point there's two guys in tuxes on either side of her so may i propose. the miyas. or sakusa and atsumu. iu's so small compared to her bodyguard(s) djasdkla this is just a lot of us if we were to stand next to almost any haikyuu boy
oh yeah! before i forget, i found it cute how you included atsumu on your initial list of which boys would make good bodyguards because it directly contrasts that timestamp you did of the reader being atsumu’s stylist! like the reader in that timestamp worked under him and now it’s the opposite hehe i also am especially weak for stuff like this because i really like the dynamic of the reader being some sort of celebrity with the Boy working for them and vice versa
ANYWAYS ONCE AGAIN i’m so sorry for such a long ask, but i hope you liked it!! these boys have already got me down bad but throw in a bodyguard au where they’re constantly in tuxedos? DOWN HORRENDOUS
oh dear dskljnlasdkl down horrendous indeed
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जान | ovi&kyra saxena
“You missed dinner with us this past weekend…” Kyra Saxena-Johar’s tone wasn’t accusatory, rather curious as she brushed her fingers through her oldest’s hair. Ovi, despite his 38 years of age, rested his head easily against his mother’s lap and chuckled lightly, unable to keep the smile off his lips due to his answer of, “I was with Tahir.”
Expecting as much, Kyra bit back her own smile, having gained her intel about the situation from another one of her children rather than Ovi himself. “Doing what that was so important, hm?” She teased in a manner that her son recognized immediately, pulling a greater smile out of him. “Seeing the Eiffel Tower,” he said with the shine of the sun in his voice to recount his own memories. “He brought me there in the evening for my birthday after an entire day of showing me around his city-”
“He lives in Paris?” Kyra perked up, hand stilling against Ovi’s smooth locks.
“He lives in Paris,” Ovi looked smug, proud of each and every part of the man who had won him over so.
“Bring me, na? Your baba always said we would take a vacation to Paris but he was so obsessed with the beach that we never got to it.”
Ovi could only laugh softly at his mother’s never-ending wonder of the world. “Alright, I’ll bring you some time when Tahi and I are a little more serious.”
Kyra frowned. “You’re not serious?”
“I- no, mama, you misunderstand,” Ovi clicked his teeth, quick to prop himself up onto his elbow, looking up at his mother with furrowed brows. “I meant when we’ve spent a little more time together, just us, learning to be us before we explore other parts of our lives together. That’s all.”
“Your lives together, hm?”
Ovi’s cheeks reddened.
“So you are serious,” Kyra probed, her gaze unrelenting on her son, who was now sinking back to lay against her lap once more. Letting a breath pass his lips, licked in a matter of self-assurance, Ovi’s rippling brown eyes met his mother’s with an answer to seal any doubt in her mind; “I love him, mama.”
Kyra burst into a grin that she could contain just as much as her son could in his own moments of pure joy. She opened her mouth a time or two so she could ask questions or possibly confirm how fit this man was for her boy, but she closed it again repeatedly, anticipating her astute child’s answer each time.
“He’s sharp as you and warm as baba,” Ovi smiled to reassure the parts of his mother that he didn’t even know needed so. And Kyra in turn leaned in to press her lips to his forehead, the corners of her eyes crinkling in happiness for the boy turned man she’d wanted only the best for his entire life long.
“Is he funny as Dev too?” Kyra teased as she drew back, already knowing the exasperated expression it would draw out of Ovi. “Yes, yes, he’s funny too, more tactfully than Dev, if I may say so-”
“You may not! When are you bringing this Tahir of yours home, hm?” Kyra huffed, her palm falling to Ovi’s chest where he wore the ring around his neck that her husband had once used to symbolize their love. “I want to make sure a sherwani will suit him-”
“Mama!” The redness in Ovi’s cheeks crept to his neck.
“What? You don’t want to marry him, talking like that?” Kyra raised a quick brow, never allowing her children a moment of slack.
Ovi’s lips remained parted for a moment even if he knew his answer clear as a summer day. And luckily for him, Kyra understood the expression better than any other in the world. She excitedly thumped her hand to his chest and insisted, “So it’s settled, he’ll come to Sunday dinner next week! Tell him I’ll be upset otherwise, cancelling isn’t an option.”
Holding back a roll of his eyes, Ovi smiled gradually instead. “He won’t cancel, he won’t even think about it.”
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#10: Breathe Again for Lupin and Fujiko?
The moon shone above the water, a shimmering disc getting closer and clearer with every kick until Lupin broke free of the surface, pulling air into his lungs. Fujiko emerged beside him a moment later. “That was five seconds more than you!” she declared.
“Maybe, but I went under first, so I win!”
“You did not, and anyway I wouldn’t put it past you to stash an oxygen tank down there - just in case.”
“I would never!” he argued, and she splashed him, and he splashed her back. “Let’s call it a tie.”
They swam back to the shore in good spirits. The beach was empty except for them - closed for the night, but that of course only applied to regular people and not criminals of their high standing and knack for avoiding police patrols. Not that there would be any, anyway. The real trouble would have been avoiding lovebirds out for a midnight dip and teenagers gathering to drink and skirt the law.
When they were back on land, she ran and he chased her, and when he caught up they rolled together into the sand, still slick and wet from the water, and when they kissed, she tasted like salt and waves. She put her hand out to test a gentle wave rolling up to tickle their feet, and he watched in amusement, never seeing it coming when she suddenly scooped up a handful of muddy sand and slapped it onto his head, bolting away when he recoiled.
“Hey! Get back here!” he shouted, reaching to grab her, but she was quick and headed, laughing, for the dunes.
Lupin was laughing now too. “You’d better run!” he called.
“You’re too slow, anyway!” she taunted back, and he started chasing her again, weaving around the dunes and grasses on the far side of the beach. He finally caught up to her by going around one of the hillsides and catching her off guard in the front, where he grabbed hold of her and starting tickling.
“No! Lupin!” she shrieked, trying to squirm free, but he held her tight.
“Lupin, please!” she turned and looked up at him pleadingly, and he stopped short. He never could resist her when she looked at him like that, but the minute he relaxed his grip she dumped a second handful of sand onto his head.
“Hey...” he spluttered. It was hard to see with sand and mud in his face, but he didn’t need to see to know it when she put her arms around his neck and kissed him again. His heart softened again, and he squeezed her tight, picking her up and spinning her around when she broke away, just so he could get a look at her with the moonlight on her hair and the stars all around her face. She was dazzling, but there was barely a time when she wasn’t.
She laughed as they whirled about before Lupin slowed and set her gently back down on the sand, and they walked up to the crest of the dune to catch their breath and look out over the water.
For a while they stood watching the waves roll and glitter in the dim pale light. Fujiko turned towards him after a moment, her eyes bright.
“You’ve got sand in your hair,” she whispered.
“So do you,” he said in return, smiling. When she reached up to check he dumped a clump of it onto her head, making her yelp.
“Oh, come on, you didn’t expect me to stay at zero for two now, did you?”
She paused for a moment to shake most of it loose from her hair, then started to giggle. “I guess not. But just you wait, Lupin,” she leaned up to kiss his nose. “I won’t forget that in a hurry.”
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