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reyalvr · 11 months ago

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SHE’S MINE | 00

CATCH ME, I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME.

synopsis ┊ thrust into the spotlight, ken sato had easily become the next big thing tokyo had seen in decades. alongside his fame came the inevitable string of rumors, of which sprung forth scandals and discrediting information against his image. of course the obvious and most rational solution would be to address them like every other celebrity, but this was ken sato; nothing would ever be rational with him, which is how you wound up with a ring on your finger and the sato name in your papers.

genre ┊ fake dating, fake marriage, idiots-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, mild angst, chaotic fluff, smut

pairing ┊ ken sato x fem-PA!reader, ken sato x fake-wife!reader

warnings ┊ mild cursing, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol, all events in ultraman: rising take place a year after kenji moves back to japan, RUMORS isn’t related to anything that happens in this series

word count ┊ 798

author’s note ┊ YAY i finally wrote it! i really love the fake dating/marriage convenience trope and i’ve been itching to write it with kenji. this is highly inspired by one my favorite books of all time, terms & conditions by lauren asher! if you enjoy fake dating i highly recommend reading it. as mentioned at the top, this is only the prologue! i'll be putting out part one and the series masterlist asap hehe... as always, happy reading!

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SOMETIMES YOU WONDERED IF ANYTHING YOU SAID EVER STUCK WITH KEN. For the past year and a half, you had the supposed “dream life” that every assistant yearned for. It confused you, really, as you tried to ponder on what part of your job was envious. Were the late nights drafting NDA breaches so desirable? What about the press statements after altercations, were those résumé worthy? You let out a deep sigh as you watched Ken from the TV in his dressing room, crossing your arms as you sunk deeper into the couch.

He was on a press tour for his latest collaboration, his overconfident persona charming everyone left and right. You had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes when he used his signature flair to charm the show’s host. At least he was sticking to the script… for the most part. He wore the product, threw in a few adlibs, and of course, flirted. Be it a talk show host or a random photographer on the street, Ken always found a way to leave people smitten with him- save except you.

It’s not like you were actively trying to hate him, he just made it so easy. At first you thought it was just some awkward phase, like he was just trying to adjust to working with a new team. But then he just kept doing the same things over and over again. A brawl with an opposing team member? Just another Sunday night. A rumor about having a fling with yet another supermodel? Sounds just about right.

“I mean of course I have to thank my team,” Ken’s voice cut through your train of thought. “It was a dream of mine to play for the Giants as a kid, now I actually get to do it.”

Tone it down, asshole. You thought to yourself, noting the sarcasm laced in his words. Of course the general public wouldn’t have caught on, but you had no doubt his coach and the other players would. Then again, he’d been relatively untouchable because of his rank in the sports world. You poked your tongue into your cheek, shaking your head as you sat through the rest of his interview. The clock on the wall counted down the remaining time, the bright red numbers casting a reflection on the screen. Two minutes left, and all he had to do was to keep the act up…

…Until he didn’t. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what was about to happen next.

“Now I don’t want to hold here any longer, but you know I have to ask it,” The host teased, almost like an overexcited child ready to tattle. “Any special someone back home?”

Ken chuckled, just like he usually did when asked the question. “Cheeky question,” He paused and grinned, his eyebrow raised slightly as he shrugged his shoulders. “What if there was?”

“Well, is there?” The host pushed, his tone eager to have the Ken Sato answer such a juicy question. He gestured toward the crowd before he continued. “I mean there are a lot of fans here today who would love to know more…”

“Yeah? And if I said yes, then what?” He replied, his smile growing brighter and his eyes shining.

The crowd cheered even harder, itching to find out the truth. You shared the same sentiments, trying to figure out what the hell Ken was up to now. Did he have a girlfriend? If he did, why didn’t anyone know about it? You stood up straight now, your right hand deathly gripping the remote. What the hell do you have up your sleeve, Kenji Sato? Your inner voice seemed to yell as you waited for him to speak up.

“I mean only time will tell, yeah?” The host replied, leaning back in his seat. “C’mon Ken, it’s not nice to keep secrets.”

Ken mimicked the host’s moves, leaning back into his sofa chair as well. He shrugged his shoulders, licking his lips as he fiddled with his fingers. He bit the inside of his cheek, and though it was brief you caught it. You knew that look; his look of contemplation. Your grip on the remote was still taut as your breathing seemed to quicken the longer he waited. Granted it was only a few seconds, but those seconds felt like hours.

He tilted his head slightly then, his eyes staring directly at the camera. It slowly zoomed closer to focus entirely on him, and he let out a small laugh before he finally replied. His gaze was strong, and it almost felt like he was actually looking at you.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” He finally said, throwing in a lovesick smile for good measure. “And she’s the best damn thing in my life right now.”

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shieldcollege · 2 years ago

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Best NDA Foundation Coaching In India After 10th Class

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kxsagi · 9 days ago

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bllk boys as protective girl dads plss🙏🤭‼️

“𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

a/n: YES!!!

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, aiku oliver, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

he’s nervous as hell. he’s been mentally preparing for this day since she was born. read parenting books. watched TED Talks. even asked bachira for advice (bad idea).

when the doorbell rings, isagi opens it like he’s facing a final boss. his smile is forced. his eyes are analyzing every molecule of the poor boy.

“hi! i’m yoichi. her father. her only father. her first love. the man who taught her how to ride a bike, tie her shoes, and dodge creeps.”

he sits him down for a “casual” talk that feels like a college entrance interview.

“so, what are your career goals?”

“sir, i’m sixteen.”

“oh. so no plan. interesting.”

shows him highlight reels of his matches while staring directly into his soul.

“this was my blue lock goal against japan’s U-20. see how i crushed that man’s dreams? fun fact: i still know his name and address.”

when the kid reaches for the salt at dinner, isagi instinctively intercepts it like a midfielder and hands it over slowly. he’s in defense mode all night (despite being a striker).

ends the night by pulling him aside like, “look. she’s my baby girl. if you touch her heart the wrong way, i’ll treat you like a soccer ball. and i haven’t missed a shot since i was 17.”

itoshi rin

absolutely hates that this is happening. told your daughter six years ago that boys were banned until she turned 30.

she threatened to bring the boy home while he’s at work. rin took the whole week off.

opens the door dead silent, staring at the kid like he’s a crime scene.

doesn’t speak for the first fifteen minutes. just lurks. behind doors. in hallways. watching. judging.

finally breaks the silence with: “what’s your GPA.”

doesn’t wait for the answer. “not good enough.”

offers the boy water, and when he says yes, rin just replies, “figures.”

aggressively peels an apple with a knife while maintaining eye contact.

“listen. she’s not just my daughter. she’s her own person. and if you mess with her, i’ll remind you why i’m feared on and off the pitch.”

“you play soccer too, sir?”

“no. i play with fear.”

daughter drags him away mid-threat, muttering “you’re so dramatic.”

rin, still glaring: “i’m being merciful.”

itoshi sae

acts like he doesn’t care. shrugs when your daughter tells him she’s bringing her boyfriend.

but fifteen minutes before the kid arrives, he changes into his most expensive shirt, slicks his hair back, and lights a candle “for ambiance.”

opens the door with that sae smile. soft, polite, terrifying. fake.

“welcome. don’t mind the cameras. they’re just for insurance purposes.”

takes the boyfriend to the living room and offers him sparkling water like it’s a talk show.

“so. tell me. what are your intentions with my daughter?”

“uh…we just hang out and stuff.”

“hmm. you ‘hang out’ with royalty?”

casually roasts the kid for every answer.

“you’re a sophomore? cute.”

“you want to study business? adorable.”

ends the night by handing him a detailed contract: “if you’re going to date her, you’ll need to sign this NDA, consent form, and post-breakup damage clause. any questions?”

nagi seishiro

forgets the whole event until the doorbell rings. opens it with a mouth full of chips, wearing a hoodie that says “sleep > people.”

“yo. you the boyfriend? sup boss.”

lets him in and lies back on the couch like it’s nap time.

barely says a word until he sees the kid reach for your daughter’s hand.

suddenly wide awake. sits up like a horror movie character.

“hey. hands. off. my daughter.”

your daughter rolls her eyes. “dad, we’re just sitting.”

“yeah, well, sit apart. air needs space to breathe.”

plays video games with him later, completely silent, except for the moments he whoops his ass and mutters “pathetic.”

“you ever consider a backup plan? like, uh… not dating my daughter?”

the boyfriend stutters. nagi yawns.

“don’t take it personal. just don’t make me get up again. ever.”

mikage reo

acts like he’s hosting the met gala. wears a suit. sets the table. lights mood candles.

“this dinner is just to determine if you’re worthy. no pressure.”

offers the kid wine, then dramatically says, “just kidding, you’re underage. see? already testing your judgment.”

asks him about his financial plans like he’s hiring a CEO.

“so. do you invest?”

“uh. in like… snacks?”

gives a 20-minute slideshow about his daughter’s achievements and how she deserves the best. every slide ends with: “can you match this energy?”

subtly brags about the family trust fund, then smiles and says, “so if you ever think of breaking her heart… just know I have money. and lawyers.”

when your daughter scolds him, reo winks.

“i’m just protecting my ROI: return on inheritance.”

kaiser michael

answers the door like he’s greeting a servant.

stares the boyfriend up and down with his arms crossed.

“you’re the one? huh. i pictured someone taller. and with… better taste in shoes.”

drags the kid to his home office, where there’s a huge photo of his daughter framed like the mona lisa.

“you see this? this is perfection. if you ever make her cry, i will personally make sure your life becomes a 24/7 documentary called ‘where did it all go wrong.’”

keeps flexing his player stats while casually insulting the boyfriend.

“you play a sport? no? then what exactly do you do?”

tries to outdo the boyfriend in everything. laughs louder. lifts heavier. wears cologne that could knock out a horse.

when he leaves, kaiser grins at your daughter.

“don’t worry. he won’t last a month. he said he liked pineapple on pizza. oh, and he can’t speak german. instant disqualification.”

shidou ryusei

is way too calm when he finds out. smiles. says “cool.”

and then sharpens a knife for no reason.

greets the boyfriend like a demon in disguise. shirtless. tattoos out. casually eating cereal from a beer mug.

“yo, you the punk trying to date my little girl?”

pulls him into a bro hug and whispers: “if you kiss her before i say it’s okay, you’re dead.”

slaps his back so hard the kid almost collapses.

makes the boyfriend sit through a slideshow of his red cards and fights.

“this one? i broke a guy’s nose. cute, right?”

and then just flips the vibe. “but if you hurt her, i won’t just break your nose. i’ll ruin your whole career. even if you don’t have one yet. i’ll create one just to destroy it.”

the boyfriend leaves early. shidou shrugs.

“meh. he wasn’t even hot.”

karasu tabito

takes it way too seriously. wears sunglasses indoors. chewing gum. holding a baseball bat “just in case.”

opens the door like he’s interrogating a suspect.

“name. age. GPA. zodiac sign. shoe size. go.”

laughs at the boyfriend’s nervous answers, but never breaks eye contact.

“you’re funny, man. but not like, ‘ha ha’ funny. more like ‘i’m watching you’ funny.”

ropes the poor boy into a “casual” one-on-one soccer game in the backyard. goes full pro.

“oops, did i slide tackle you? my bad, it’s muscle memory.”

asks invasive questions the whole time.

“have you ever cried at a movie? be honest.”

ends the day by pulling your daughter aside.

“he’s not awful. but if he ever makes you sad, let me know. i got a guy. he handles things.”

aiku oliver

answers the door wearing his best button-up shirt (unbuttoned to the chest, of course), hair slicked, watch on, biceps popping.

instantly goes full pretty-boy intimidation. “so. you’re the brave soul trying to date my daughter.”

smiles way too nicely, like a mafia boss pretending to be a friendly florist.

pulls the kid in for a hug, then leans down and whispers: “i know 17 different ways to make someone cry. without violence.”

during dinner, he makes everything a competition. the boyfriend says he plays guitar? oliver used to be in a band. the boyfriend says he’s in honors classes? oliver once graduated top of his class while half-asleep. “wow, you're good at math? i once calculated the angle of heartbreak. it’s 47 degrees, by the way.”

brings out baby photos and narrates each one like a TED talk. “here she is at 3. we had to buy seven unicorn plushies because one wasn't enough. you ready for that kind of emotional commitment, champ?”

your daughter: “DAD–”

as the boyfriend is leaving, oliver walks him to the door with a hand on his shoulder. still smiling. still terrifying.

“listen, she’s the most incredible person i know. if she’s happy with you, great. but if she’s not? i will make your life a full-length drama. critically acclaimed. zero award nominations.”

and as the poor guy walks off, shaken, oliver yells after him, “BYE SON! DRIVE SAFE! DON’T TEXT AND BREATHE!”

ness alexis

greets the boyfriend with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hello! i’ve heard so much about you.”

he has not. he hacked his daughter’s phone to find out.

speaks so sweetly. guides him in. offers tea. but underneath? pure jealousy and panic.

sits between them on the couch like a chaperone from the 1800s.

“so! what made you think you were good enough for my baby girl?”

“sir?”

“oh nothing, just asking!” 😊

clutches his daughter’s hand every few minutes like he’s reminding them both she’s his little princess forever.

follows the boyfriend on all socials. scrolls for hours.

“you posted a girl emoji under another girl’s post in 2022. care to explain?”

when he leaves, ness gives him a cheerful wave. “bye-bye! don’t do anything dumb! i will know!”

turns to his daughter the second the door closes: “i don’t like him. his aura’s off. we’re doing a background check tomorrow.”

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zombiegirl07 · 18 days ago

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I'm fed up of constantly being called 'homophobic' just because I understand Jake is gay. Yes, I don't know this for certain, he could very well be bi or pan, but from what I have seen from his behaviour and his instagram, I honestly don't think he's romantically interested in women. I have to keep repeatedly saying this but my own cousin has written 'What it feels like for a girl'. He is my second cousin, but I'm very proud of him. My first cousin A (gay) I grew up with my whole life and he tells me Jake is gay. I said to him, A take a look at this insta profile, would you? Is this man gay? Two seconds later. Yes, babes. No question.

My second cousin who wrote 'What it feels like for a girl' cannot tell me in so many words about Jake, as he's under an NDA and I'd never put him in that position. But the interviews are coming. It's all imminent. The show is released during pride month. I keep saying this, but Jakola's please be prepared for this inevitable outcome.

If you notice, the gay community and most of Nicola's friends are absolutely silent on this. No support. Not a dickie bird. It's literal crickets. Why is that? If you want me to accept Luke and Nic are just friends, why can't you accept Jake and Nic are just friends? Women can have male friends you know. Why does it always have to be romantic?

The video I made on tik tok that got me blocked by Nicola. It had 25k views. I didn't actually say anything on that video. Nothing. All I did was share the photos we had of Jake looking at that guy and put Marvin Gaye over the top of it. It wasn't even a video. It was three photos. If Nicola didn't like it, it was because it was telegraphing a truth she doesn't want the world to know. I still love and support Nicola and I have no hard feelings. Tik tok is irrelevant to me. She doesn't know the real me.

I really resent being called homophobic for the amount of gay and lesbian friends and family I have. But I will not stop speaking the truth, no matter how many people bash me and put ridiculous curses on me.

Time is ticking.

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yandere-sins · 1 month ago

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Yan-Poll #38

#MerMay 2025 Special

"And here-" Reaching into the drawer beside his desk, the Professor took out a large stack of documents, placing it before you solemnly. "-are the files and information you need to get started on your own project. What do you say, do you feel up to the task?"

You gulped.

There it was, finally, the chance of a lifetime. After dedicating years to studying marine life, you were finally allowed to work in this field and given an opportunity to prove yourself and your abilities. The IML Research Facility hadn't been your first choice, but it was the only one that accepted you—the field had turned out to be much more competitive than you thought.

As far as you had seen, it was huge. Huge enough to make you sign all kinds of NDA just to visit them for an interview. It was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time, but you had been very impressed with all the machinery and enclosures you had been shown. They had tanks and machines for every kind of species, they even started successfully housing orcas, as you had been told. Everything was provided, from a place to live free of charge to fresh food three times a day. A perfect environment to study and focus on work without disruptions.

From what you heard from the other workers, the pay was good, and you had enough days off to recharge after the busy work season. Besides, you'd get to work with professionals, trail them for the first few days, and then get assigned your own project to handle how you saw fit. What more could one need?

With nervous hands, you reached for the papers, but the Professor laid his palm down on them before you could. You looked up at him in surprise, finding him smiling warmly and with the confidence of a man his age. He didn't just lead this facility, he was also a well-known face in the scene, giving regular speeches and traveling the world to convey the message of how important it was to take care of the ocean and all its inhabitants.

He was everything you wanted to be.

"I see a lot of potential in you," he admitted, sounding so convincing it almost made you cry. Many had doubted your choices and ambitions, but here, you were welcome. You were between your own kind of people.

"I want you here, at this facility, helping us develop great things for all living beings. But I need you to know..."

Ah, you thought. Here it comes. The catch. It was too good to be true.

However, against your expectations, the Professor's grin widened as he let out a hearty laugh.

"Once you start, you might never want to leave! Most of our researchers just can't separate from their protegees anymore!"

You let out a small laugh, too, as the pressure vanished from your body, the bad news you expected never coming. Nothing wrong with being passionate about your work, right? You could see yourself falling into this pattern as well if everything was as wonderful as you hoped.

"All I need you to do," the Professor instructed, pointing at the pile of documents in front of you. "Is to sign the contract on top of here, and in a few minutes, you'll be out and about, learning the ropes and meeting your new best friend—your new workplace! We also prepared a little welcome treat for you in your room."

The Professor winked at you, fumbling with the folder on top of the papers until he pulled a work contract from it. It seemed to be about a few pages with neat rows of sentences. Many sentences, in a small font, that made it incredibly hard to read.

"Oh, wow, uh, you are so prepared!" you mumbled, taken aback that you were supposed to sign right away. Didn't everybody always say you get some time to think about it? Sleep over it? You couldn't possibly sign it right now, or did you?

"How about I take this home with me and give it some thought and get back to you?" you offered, reaching for the pile of paper when the Professor's hand once again came down on it, this time with an audible thud, tearing the documents from your grip.

"I'm afraid," he sighed, "that isn't possible."

"Why not?"

"Well, it's just..." He got up from his chair, turning towards the impressive wall of photographs and awards behind him with a thoughtful expression.

"We at IML are very strict about our research going out. People out there," he clicked his tongue in disapproval, "they are like seagulls. They just can't get enough and steal everything—even our contracts. We can't risk losing another battle in front of a judge just because they copied and overwrote all of our hard work. They will misuse and abuse all of our creations and studies for their capitalistic goals. All while we fight for those without voices. Once someone leaves the facility... they won't be allowed back. To protect what needs to be protected. You understand that, right?"

The Professor looked back at you with a defeated yet unwavering expression, and you gave him a slow nod. To be fair, you didn't really get it. Weren't those wanting to see the research also interested in protecting the ocean like the IML Research Facility? Yet, you knew firsthand how competitive this field was, given your lack of work opportunities.

Staring at the papers in front of you, you couldn't help but want to read through them before signing something that was so preciously protected. But on the other hand, this might just be the chance. If you left without risking anything, who knew if you'd ever find something as distinguished and aligned with your own goal as this facility was?

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

#MerMay 2025 #yan-poll #yandere talk #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere tw #yandere fanfiction #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere drabbles #yandere oneshot #yandere stories #yandere writing #yandere imagines

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kirisredriot · 1 year ago

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After Vil’s Broomquet card was released I saw a lot of theories about what happened to his mom since he’s never met her and doesn’t even know her identity. I’ve had this idea for awhile and I haven’t seen this theory yet (apologies if it has been thrown out there and I just didn’t see it). But what if Vil’s donor conceived.

What if Vil’s dad was struggling to find a long term relationship. Someone who can handle being with one of the most famous actors. Someone who wants him for him and not the money. He wants kids and as the years go by he feels like time is slipping away. He see’s his costars kids when they come to visit their parent on set and the joy on his costars faces when they see them. And he wants his kid to come and visit him on set too.

Finally Vil’s dad was done waiting for the right partner to come around and takes matters into his own hands. He contacts a clinic known for its discretion obviously recommended to him by costars who needed some help conceiving. He’s offered a book of women who donated their eggs and he flips through it looking for the right woman to be the “mother” of his child. He chooses one and then is connected to a surrogate who will carry his child for him. The surrogate signs a NDA and he hands over his genetic donation so Vil is 100% his father’s son. A month later he is contacted by the surrogate letting him know that she’s pregnant. Vil’s dad is over the moon his dream is finally coming true. A few months later he’s informed he’s having a boy.

He goes on as if life is normal for the next nine months, giving nothing away as he secretly prepares for his new arrival. The nursery is decked out and outfitted with only the best. Nannies have already been interviewed and hired at the ready for when he inevitably has to return to work. Then he gets the text he’s been waiting for. His surrogate is in labor. Baby Schoenheit is on his way.

Holding a newborn Vil for the first time was better than all the awards he’d won in his career.

The tabloids went crazy when Eric Venue announced Vil’s birth. Rumors flew when no one could dig up any information about Vil’s mom as his dad remains tight lipped about Vil’s conception. A one night stand, secret girlfriend, a costar who recently gave birth, and dying in childbirth. The reality is no one knows who his mother is other than a now redacted donor number.

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lovehotelreservation · 5 months ago

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chapter five: guess i'm a mess and play the role summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: pg-13 (rating will increase across certain chapters) story pairing: f!reader/task force 141 | chapter pairing: f!reader/soap previous chapter | next chapter

i've been haunted by neil ellice talking about how he doesn't need a loofah when showering because of how rough his hands already are from working out so much HESUKRISTO

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Purpose.

A reason to live, to exist, to breathe.

While Johnny was by no means the only person to ever question his life’s purpose, he had been thinking about it often as of late–specifically in the time since 141 formally disbanded with the 4 retiring and eventually taking up the mantle as your bodyguards.

From thinking that he could one day represent Scotland at the World Cup as a goalkeeper to be reckoned with to dirtying his hands with blood to keep the world safe, from recovering a call far too close with Makarov to now standing watch by the dressing room for one of the biggest pop stars in the world, he wondered what this new chapter in his life would bring, hoping each turned page was as indulgently slow as possible.

After all, his adoration of you as an artist was no secret.

His knowledge of you was inherited thanks to his younger sisters–twin girls by the name of Jessy and Jenny, both of whom shared his shade of blue eyes and the MacTavish temper. As they were wrapping up with secondary school and preparing to enter college, that was around the time he was suddenly tasked with some life or death missions:

“johnny help us get 4EVA tix or ELSE”

Such texts would come in at the worst times, once being when he was literally about to board a helicopter for some recon on enemy territory.

Never could he have imagined the viciousness of the online ticket presale battlegrounds.

But as long as it brought smiles to his sisters’ faces, he would help queue in as he could to extremely varying degrees of success and even sit in for their powerpoint presentations on the group to convince either him or their parents to spare additional funding for VIP tickets.

That was when he came across you for the first time.

Your stage name was Dollface and your government name was lovely.

Of all the girls in your group of 4, you stood out to him the most. Your beauty in photoshoots, your charisma in interviews, your aura in performances–he couldn’t put his finger on one thing, rather opting to greedily scoop up everything you had to present with both hands.

He could remember his jaw dropping when Ghost recalled having personally rescued you from your Glastonbury trailer. A barrage of questions and words followed:

“Was she hurt at all ?! Scared?!”

“ Please tell me ya' didn’t scare the fuck outta her with that damn mask of yers!”

“...I’m gonna be real with ya’ on this one Lt:..........what did she smell like?”

And though Price chewed him out all the same for asking these questions during a debrief with Laswell, it was still his reliable ol’ Captain who asked him to come join your security personnel along with Simon and Kyle.

Now, instead of waiting for your tickets to drop, he was waiting for you to emerge from your dressing room. Today, you were scheduled to stop by Oxford University–they were hosting a week of special artist showcases in celebration of the fine arts and you were invited to take part in one of their Q&A panels. Though this was supposed to be reserved for students only, there was still a frenzy of fans hovering by the campus theater where your talk was to take place.

This was definitely the perfect opportunity to bring along Jessy and Jenny, but as per the weighty NDA he had to sign with the team, he was to keep his work with you under wraps up from the moment his pen hit the dotted line up until you finished up your world tour. Though unfortunate, it was understandable–he did make a note to ask if there was anything he could get signed for them at least.

In the meantime, he quickly snuck a glance down at his watch.

10 minutes until he was to escort you to the panel stage.

Hair and make-up was done, Pearl was off to receive some industry clients who had come to observe your Q&A, leaving you alone in your dressing room.

As it was his first day handling you, Johnny thought that it wouldn’t hurt to be a step above punctual–a demonstration of his eye for detail, professionalism, and reliability. Still facing forward out to the hallway, he gave the door behind him a light knock as he called out to you. “Doll, showtime’s in 10!”

“Th-Thank you…!”

Stuttered, gasped words from within had him freeze in place, his eyebrow quirking up.

With a swift scan of the hallway to ensure there was no one around, he then turned to the side to then gingerly press his ear against the door.

He soon froze, eyes growing wide.

Was that sniffle he just heard?

Now, while he didn’t have a snake cam on hand, he had plenty of experience doing recon. This door was some cheap flimsy board from IKEA as opposed to trying to listen in on shady underdealings within an abandoned military bunker.

Closing his eyes, he leaned further against the door.

Another sniffle, a muffled sob.

His expression hardened with concern, instincts calling on him to spring to immediate action. Thus, he knocked on the door once more as he remarked, “Doll, I’m coming in, yeah?”

With a turn of the knob, he entered the room before you could respond, making sure to close and lock the door behind him as he entered.

As quick as it was, you couldn’t hide the hurried swipe at your eyes, your face pointed towards the floor as you threw out the stuttered mumble about an eyelash in your eye.

With just a glance at your withdrawn body language alone, he knew this to be a lie.

However, this situation by no means called for outright confrontation.

Instead, his expression softened as he approached you slowly, his tone soft as he asked, “Ya alright, Doll?”

You lifted your head.

Glassy eyes, reddened nose, quivering lip, shaking shoulders.

Your expression spoke of a conflict on whether to be upfront or cower back.

A fine line cracked along his heart.

While his steps brought him closer to where you sat by one of the vanities, he grabbed a tissue box from the edge of the table and held it towards you.

“Only speak if yer comfortable, okay?”

Your eyes settled on the tissue box before glancing up to see only warmth in Johnny’s ocean blue irises.

Rather than attempt to hide, you then allowed a whimper to freely leave your lips as you reached for a tissue. “Thank you….”

The air, once tense with the bottled storm of emotions that had since spilled forth the moment you were left alone, began to ease with the quiet that soon settled in, broken up by your attempts to steady your breath.

Johnny patiently stood by, continuing to hold out tissues for you to take.

A moment later, you finally opened your lips to speak, your eyes cast to the ground once again. “I’m sorry. It’s just– when I saw all my fans together in a crowd as we arrived, I started thinking about when that threat came in and–” Your eyes started welling with tears once again, shudders crawling along your body as the tissue in your hand crumpled further.

Yet rather than be left to remain alone in your haunted recollection, you soon found yourself gently drawn into the strong, protective warmth of Johnny’s embrace.

“Aww Dollie…” He hummed, bringing a hand to the back of your head as he held you close.

First full day on the job and he was already breaking one of the enforced guidelines from Price’s “How to Not Get Fired from This Damn Job” guidelines: do not touch the talent needlessly.

But surely this situation absolutely called for a bit of physical contact: he’d go to war for your tears.

The same ones that you now were letting run freely as you cried into his chest. It made him wonder just how much you’ve been bottling up these feelings. Did you have no one else to turn to? No support from Pearl, your label or other loved ones?

While the image of you abandoned by your circle of those who were supposed to have your best interests in mind only drew forth a simmering bloodied anger within the depths of his veins, your present vulnerability took priority of his attention as he continued to cradle you in his arms.

To hold such a delicate treasure–did Simon experience the same rapturous feeling that he did?

The hand on the back of your head moved to the small of your back in comforting strokes–though, the catch of the zipper at the back of your dress would be a sensation he’d be chasing in his dreams. “Shh, shh, that’s in the past.”

His body drawing back away from you slightly, he then closed the distance between your face and his as he affirmed, “No one was hurt. You weren’t hurt. Now, they’re here–”

He pointed his index finger towards your cheek.

“–yer here…”

He jabbed his thumb right at his chest as he grinned with a firm nod.

“–and I’m here.”

That same thumb was then brought to your wet cheek, battle-roughened skin swiping over warm silk.

Your eyes found his once again.

And then he saw it.

The lift of the corners of your lips.

That stellar smile.

“Thank you, Johnny.”

He could’ve flown from sheer joy.

However, maintaining his composure, his grin only widened as he replied with a hearty cheer, “Aye it’s nothin’! Ya bring so much happiness to yer fans and to the world, lass! But ya gotta take care of yerself too, yeah?”

“Johnny…” Though you smiled, your eyes were lined with shining tears once again before you reached over to cling onto him with an embrace of your own. “–you don’t know how much it means to me to hear that.”

He had to bite back a gasp. While it was sheer madness how perfectly your body slotted right up against his, your words had him once again wonder just how lonely you must have felt to have only just allowed these feelings to spill forth now.

But that would be a conversation for later–hopefully the start of many more heart-to-hearts.

More than anything, while he continued to hold you protectively in his arms, he resolved in that very moment to swear to do whatever it took to keep that smile on your face.

As though ordained by God himself, for Johnny, this was his purpose.

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leading up to this week i saw this clip of sana from twice and her female bodyguard and i've been Lost in Thoughts All Alone™

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the guys WISH they could get to that level of closeness (for now at least owo)

with that being said!!! an important update for this series!!!

as we approach the holidays, i'm excited to announce that i'll be sharing/posting the next 5 chapters of "bodyguard" across the next couple weeks!!! 🥳🥳 this will also be joined by new works/updates for other series i write for like ff16, twst, metaphor refantazio, etc. so pls keep an eye out whether you follow me on tumblr or ao3 (it's lovehotelreservation either way) !!!

consider it some holiday cheer i wish to share with you all 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ thank you as always for continuing to support this piece!!!

that said, here's a little teaser for what's to come next chapter owo:

chapter title: dial 999 it's a good time

chapter focus: gaz

thanks again and i'll catch you in the next update in a few days !!! 🥰🥰

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sensgrave · 6 months ago

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"How the hell did cupid get bullets?"

Prologue; potential to be a graves x reader, contains university stress and jobhunting, don't feed my shit to AI, yadda yadda yadda. SFW prologue, but MDNI. Any minors will be blocked. Long time lurker first time caller, etc. 1.1k words

Going through university wasn’t the easiest way to get through to your goals, but it certainly was a good opportunity that was luckily accessible to you. While finishing up a cybersecurity degree there were a few options for work placement – mandatory for graduation. Great way to gain some connections, and some field experience, getting you just a little bit further to that dream.

The dream? Being a person that keeps the world turning...in the background, preferably. There’s more focus than ever on technology, and you wanted to be ahead of the curve on the next advancements.

Opening your laptop, you decide to log on and look through the choices provided, since it’s a few weeks until you must lock in an option. No harm in putting some thought into the last thing you’ll do at university, before entering the workforce. Absolutely a decision with zero pressure whatsoever. There are a few options listed on the enrollment portal, but one catches your eye, surprisingly. ‘On site cybersecurity work’ – woefully generic. Generic to the point of being pretty much ignored by everyone, so it’s still open. You click on the full listing, thinking maybe there’s more detail inside? Yet the full page is easily summarised. Too easily, in fact. It doesn’t offer any more clarifying information and brings forward the thought of what ‘LinkedIn minimalism’ might entail.

‘On-site cybersecurity work. - Requires travel, organized by agency. - May involve intense workload, with unusual hours. - More details available at interview, attendee is required to sign an NDA upon applying. - Salary non-negotiable. - Minimum 12 month commitment, with potential to extend.’

There’s more red flags here than an incel’s twitter. No fucking thanks. Moving onto the next few options, standard cybersecurity intern positions – a lot of them listing low-to-midrange salaries, with a few ‘internship’ programs that offer prestige, in lieu of reimbursement. Absolutely no thanks. There’s too many options to go through and it’s super overwhelming. Besides, there’s still a while before the deadline, so you figure you’ll leave it for now – and probably apply to the one that has the least bad omens with an okay-ish salary. Sounds like a good rough plan for now. At least it would, if you hadn’t forgotten the requirement entirely.

Luckily an automatic reminder email from your university managed to remind you a day before the registration for placement closes. Considering how scatterbrained you’ve been, you’re thankful for the little robot that sends out these alerts – rather than the typical annoyance given. At this point, you’d take any position to avoid having to wait until the next semester to finish this final step. Logging on however, it seems there’s little choice in the matter anyway. The only spot left open is that weirdly cryptic, incredibly vanilla, and extremely vague listing. Fuck it, you think – confirming it as your placement choice.

Worst comes to worst, I can quit after. It’s just a first step, not the entire career.

A mildly comforting rationalization, at best. You’ve at least got some relief, knowing it’s been sorted. A few days later, you receive an email from the placement coordinators, putting you in touch with the agency and a representative to go over the finer details of your potential employment.

It’s great to be in touch with you about this opportunity. The biggest thing I suppose we would have to organise is travel. Travel is required for the job, but we will provide all preparations required – including transport and accommodation. Unfortunately, I can’t go over any further unless you wish to confirm an in-person interview. That will require travel, but we’re happy to organise it just the same way, and reimburse you for your time too.

Even though this email chain would objectively be an example of ‘avoid at all costs’ – that little voice isn’t there. That gut feeling of doom just… isn’t there. You know it’s weird, it’s got a huge amount of potential issues, but a bad gut feeling is not kicking in. You’ve got enough common sense to know this is a terrible idea on paper – but instinct tells you otherwise. There’s some wonderful places and experiences you’ve had thanks to trusting yourself, and a real good streak at gambling risk-to-reward in your life. It’s not like there’s any other choice though. I mean, there is waiting until next semester, but that option does give you that sense of dread. After a few more emails back and forth, you’ve been given your transport details. A car will be picking you up from your house as agreed roughly one month from now, to take you to a small passenger plane on a private runway. Super odd circumstances, but the mysterious email representative did let you know that it was a fairly rural and remote area, requiring specialised transport. Over the month, you celebrate with your family and friends about this last part of university, as you all prepare for the potential of this job keeping you for a whole year. After a lot of good times, tearful see-you-laters, and frantic packing – a doorbell cuts off your inner reminiscent monologue, letting you know that now’s the time to haul ass into that car. Outside there is an incredibly large car, with glossy black paint and heavily tinted windows. Knowing about cars is a whole different kettle of fish, but at least this fish says ‘escalade’ on the bumper. It’s a good sign the company’s got money, so maybe the omen of a ‘non-negotiable’ salary might not be too bad. You can confirm it’s the right car, as the representative let you know the plate of the vehicle beforehand. As you approach tentatively with your bag, the suited driver rolls down the window and confirms your name, asking to see your ID. Weird formalities and seriousness aside – you flash your ID and he helps you load your bag into the car’s boot. With a potentially final wave, you quickly say goodbye as the car pulls out from the street. Once you’re on the road, there’s still a weird atmosphere in the air as you struggle to make casual chitchat with the gruff driver – opting to be on your phone instead for the majority of the trip. Roughly two hours later, the driver pipes up, still as gruff as before. “You’re going to lose signal for a while, as we’ll be there in about 15. Finish up anything that requires mobile data, and put your phone on airplane mode. You’ll thank me when it’s still got battery halfway through the flight.” “Thanks for letting me know.” Lifting your head up, you take a look at your surroundings. Wait, where the fuck am I? Why is this window tint so dark? Surely, it’s not road legal right? I can’t see shit out of the windows. These were questions you probably should’ve asked yourself a lot earlier.

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Lol, how many more stupid decisions Lee will need to take in order to be fired by W? Kp will never take the leaking accusations away by ‘ok-eying’ former staff taking about how Great W is, what kind of amazing king he is destined to be. And this is definitely approved by Lee and William, people who think otherwise are fools.

Last week they were basically confirming that they are behind many articles by admitting that Lee went to the press behind K’s back to say the stuff about Kate’s clothes, now this.

I came with the the conclusion that because W doesn’t have any work ethic, zero projects that are actually helping UK people (not his environmental stuff who isn’t helping the average Joe not his empty promises to end homelessness), zero talents, etc…. The only thing his PR has to ‘sell’ him is as the ‘most down to the earth guy, who will have lots of connection with people’ (so down to the earth that he is in second vacation and so willing to create connection with people by doing 150 engagements and only connected with environment and mental health other people with other interests aren’t on his agenda to create connections with them). Also, I don’t know who was the one that one day said that W just wanted to see ‘change’ for the sake to feel himself useful even if that means that he is clueless or is a bad decision, but Knauf’s words (which are agreed by KP) confirmed that, he wants to reinvent the wheel, just because he feels the people out there are different and are demanding it, and because his ancestors changed things too 🤡

Just HOW BAD are things behind closed doors at KP when the comms team reaches out to do a puff piece for 60 Minutes Australia?

Is William even preparing? Are they going to address that he does not do the basics of his job, and other people much older than him have to pick up the slack? William could have gone to the Dresden 80th, but instead he chose to fly off to Mustique the day before, leaving the NINETY-YEAR-OLD Duke of Kent to do the job.

I can't wait to see how they sidestep how William hasn't done a major funeral yet, even though opportunities such as Jimmy Carter's funeral were available. I'm sure KP comms team worked to keep that tidbit out of the puff piece.

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"What you see is what you get." ~ Jason Knauf

Oh, really? That sounds like a famous last words statement if I've ever heard one. Jason wouldn't need to be sitting down for an interview like this for his boss if William wasn't hiding something from the public. There is literally no need for a puff piece to remind everyone that William is going to be king one day. Everyone already knows that. Unless... Unless peeps at KP are worried something might happen to jeopardize William's place in the line of succession.

"It's very difficult to have this stuff play out in the public eye." ~ Jason Knauf

Yes, and what is IT that you're worried about being "play[ed] out in the public eye." Shouldn't this piece be about how Kate has recovered, and how Will & Kate are going to be doing more as royals? You know, do their actual jobs?! Interesting how this preview is centered around reminding people that William is going to be king. What kind of "stuff" is KP worried about being "play[ed] out in the public eye?"

And then there's the obligatory "what about Harry?" card. Well, Harry's going to be initiating a divorce this year/spring, so he's going to be coming back home to the UK, regardless of whether people like it or not.

But, yes, this is 1,000,000% KP-sponsored, puff piece. All royal employees have signed NDAs for their employment. NDAs do not have magic expiration dates. We learned that when Valentine Low was writing about the blistering effect Harry's current wife had on the people who worked for her. For Jason to be speaking on camera like this means that he is doing so solely at the behest of Kensington Palace.

And let's not forget that Jason Knauf is still indirectly employed by Kensington Palace. Jason is an active director for The Earthshot Prize. Can't wait to see if they mention Jason is still in the employment of KP or describe him solely as a "former employee."

So what is it that has the Kensington Palace comms team so spooked that they're arranging puff pieces to ensure William will remain the heir to the throne? Is "it" the proper pronoun? I suspect "it" is not.

No wonder KP comms team keeps looking at my blog. (Allegedly) They're not going to get any decent ideas on how to prepare for their upcoming scandal by looking at the Wales fandom's constant, fantasyland hagiographies. I told you guys to get new jobs while you still could. Sucks to be you!

Is it still six more weeks of winter or are we down to four weeks yet? Asking for a friend...

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