bakerstreet | The Shippy/Smutty Bodyguard Meme

The Shippy/Smutty Bodyguard Meme

the bodyguard meme

never let her out of your sight. never let your guard down.

You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.

And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.

Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.

Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?

How to Play
1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference.
2. Comment to others.
3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you.

never fall in love.

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[Having grown up in a fairly insulated, comfortable family life before becoming a famous celebrity (along with his twin brother), Aoba's always been kept at a certain distance from conventional things. It results in most of his naivety -- although Aoba makes up for it with the magnitude of his personality. Even as a beloved pop star, it never once gets to his head, almost to a reckless degree. He'd blame it on how he was raised, but fame doesn't affect Aoba much.

Which is probably why he's assigned a bodyguard, right after he gets jumped by a huge crowd of male fans. He reaches a certain point in his career where he can't wander around alone without consequences.

Aoba is pretty sour toward Noiz in the beginning, because he doesn't see why he has to have some guy following him around whenever he's out by himself. But his feelings quickly warm up once he gets to know Noiz -- which happens because Aoba has a habit of getting people to open up in the most unconventional ways. Like making Noiz go to see dumb movies with him. And play videogames with him. And go out to eat with him. The boundary of professionalism starts wearing away, little by little.

When he starts to get flustered by Noiz's attention, Aoba's first thought is this is bad. But he can't really stop himself from seeing Noiz -- so, perhaps immaturely, Aoba begins to avoid him. Just until he doesn't feel so self-conscious around Noiz.

After another long concert, Aoba returns to his hotel room exhausted and makes a beeline for the shower. He leaves his clothes scattered over the floor on the way. He'll pick them up later... He's too tired to think Noiz will probably show up soon.]

Edited 2013-12-23 17:24 (UTC)

[ Noiz has noticed the shift, and even more so as of late.

He had been employed as a valet for one of the large hotels that often hosts banquets and gala invents, so rubbing elbows with those several rungs on the ladder above him isn't unusual. However, he had never been in charge of a single person before, and at first, Aoba's bratty attitude did nothing for him. In fact, it made getting out of bed in the morning even more difficult than it already was. At first, he was opposed to Aoba's insistence of having to do something every single second, meaning that Noiz had to be there, too, to keep him safe, lest he not only lose a job but likely a civil suit.

The video games and the dinners lightened the mood and he stopped snapping at Aoba with cold, dead eyes. In fact, he even started to laugh, as rare as it was. It was a bit easier to go to work in the morning, finding it less a task and a burden and more of an amusement. Guarding Aoba wasn't a woe anymore and was almost entertaining. He still didn't understand how a single person could be so naive and innocent when drenched in fame and wealth, but he didn't pry. It wasn't like he didn't have his own prestige and money - it was just locked away, hidden, refused to be acknowledged by Noiz.

Tonight is one of Aoba's infamous concerts. Noiz hates these nights the most. Despite the fact that he rather enjoys Aoba's voice and the bands music, he doesn't enjoy the crazy fans that try to mob him. Every single time. While he's singing, while he's heading in, while he's at a table signing. Noiz has mastered the cold, dagger-stare, as he calls it. It scares most of them off. The piercings probably help.

When it's over, he heads to Aoba's room. He wants to make sure the dimwit has his door locked and everything he needs for the night. Naturally Noiz's hotel room is across the hall so he can keep an eye on Aoba -and be available for him if he decides he wants to head out... But still. He needs to check up on him.

So he's knocking on the door loudly. ]

[Unfortunately, Aoba doesn't appear to answer the door. He doesn't hear it from the shower, where he's singing, voice amplified by the tile of the walls. He's tired from the concert, so his voice is a bit rougher than usual, but that doesn't stop him. He likes singing for himself sometimes where he doesn't have to worry about how he sounds or if he messes the lyrics up.

Even more unfortunately, the door is unlocked because Aoba is dumb and didn't even think about it on his race to clean up and relax.]

[ Rookie mistake.

When Noiz jingles the door, he frowns. So it's unlocked? He's going to have to sternly give Aoba a talking to. With a sigh, the bodyguard heads inside and pauses outside the bathroom door. Steam is leaking from the edges of the door and he can hear the distinct sound of Aoba's voice. He likes it this rough ~~that too~~

There's a moment of hesitation. If he walks in not only will he be faced with an awkward situation, but Aoba may hurt himself. If he waits out here, Aoba may stroll out naked and that would just be a sticky situation. So he decides to raise his voice after closing the hotel door, locking it this time. ]

Aoba.

[Although the shower muffles sound around him, he hears Noiz's voice over the rush of water and quickly rinses the conditioner from his hair. Aoba shuts the water off and climbs out, grabbing the white bathrobe off its hook and pulling it around his body, wet hair dampening the collar.

He doesn't know why Noiz is calling him, but... he wouldn't do it unless it was important. Aoba's stomach flips nervously as he opens the door and sticks his head out.]

... Noiz? Is something wrong?

Edited 2013-12-24 01:50 (UTC)

I wanted to check on you. [ Noiz lingers by the doorway and eyes Aoba for a moment. Oh wow he has wet hair and it looks actually nice--] . You forgot to lock the door. Again.

[ Noiz frowns. ] There were a lot of weird fans there tonight.

[... Oops. He looks sheepish, running his fingers through his hair to get out the tangles and adjusting the cloth belt around his bathrobe. Aoba feels self-conscious -- he doesn't exactly look the best right now. He's exhausted from the concert. But he doesn't know why it matters to him suddenly, since it's only Noiz...]

Sorry about that. [Sounding genuine, Aoba moves to pick up the clothes he'd dropped on the floor.] Weird fans are something I'm used to dealing with... but having you around makes it a little easier.

There's weird, then there's dangerous.

[ It's a mutter. Noiz eyes the clothing spread around that Aoba is picking up. Sighing, he goes to help him, collecting the other's socks and pants to put over on the dresser, at the very least. ]

Did you walk up here with your bandmates? [ Please say yes. Please don't say you came here all by yourself, you're going to give him a heart attack... ]

Huh? No. I wanted to get back as soon as I could, so...

[Sorry, Noiz, he's literally the worst celebrity ever. He has very little awareness of his own popularity -- he'd rather people treated him like a normal person. That's something which drew him to Noiz in the first place.

Awkwardly, he takes the clothes he'd picked up to the other side of the room to put away. He's taking care to keep some distance between them.] Did you have to deal with anyone especially weird?

Tch... Not tonight. [ it should be a hint that some of your fans are rabid, aoba, and your manager got you a bodyguard for a reason. noiz sighs again, reaching up to drag his hand back through his hair - he left his hair back in his room, feeling a bit more. ]

You're going to get yourself hurt. [ it's firmly spoken, noiz keeping that respectable distance, arms coming to fold across his chest. and then he'd be out a job and a lot of other things!!! ]

... Sorry. [He's saying that an awful lot tonight.] I mean, I know how to defend myself. But I guess it wouldn't be a good image if I started beating up a fan. Even if they were kinda crazy.

[Aoba drops down onto the foot of the huge, fluffy hotel bed. The bathrobe opens across one of his thighs.]

[ ... and now Noiz is officially distracted. He's trying to play it off, though, sighing even louder, not losing that displeased frown. ]

There's a reason they hired me. [ Noiz's gaze remains trained on that - oh wow perfect - skin of Aoba's thigh. His pulse may be quickening. It's totally only because being a bodyguard is a full-time job that allows little to no personal time for other people or other things. Besides computer hacking when he gets home at night. But that's as much of a hobby he's allowed... So sex and getting to know people and relationships are nearly impossible, and have been that way ever since he took that valet job where he stopped having free time. Damn it's been awhile. ]

[Now that he's around Noiz (and not full-blown ignoring him as he was doing for most of the previous week), it's harder to keep up the act. He enjoys Noiz's company too much. Even if he's frowning at Aoba. He knows Noiz is much more than the sour expressions he makes.]

You're not too buff, but you're good at getting people to leave me alone. [Aoba rolls onto his stomach, his legs completely bare now. He doesn't even seem aware of it.] Maybe it's all those piercings.

[ .........

why him

Noiz wonders if there's some clause in his contract that prohibits fooling around with the person he's supposed to be protecting. Does that extend to himself, too? His head hurts.

He does manage a forced, very feigned, scoff at the comment. ] I have plenty of muscle, I just never wear anything to make it visible.

Really? I can't even tell. [He's mostly teasing right now.] If you wore less, my fans would be even more afraid of you.

[ Noiz lifts a brow... and then snickers, trying to distract himself from Aoba in one piece of clothing jesus christ. ] Or you'd lose all your fans to me.

As long as it's only the crazy ones. [Just kidding. But Aoba can't help a laugh, sitting up with his legs crossed.] So are you going home after this? You must be tired.

[ ... aoba really please stop. ]

They booked me a room across the hall from you to keep an eye on you. [ so he has all the time in the world. and yes, he's tired. ]

[He can't. He's going to unintentionally seduce Noiz all night.]

Oh, so you're close by. It must be kinda a hassle to have to move around while I'm touring... [Aoba forgot about that. They usually talk about interests and opinions, not necessarily Noiz's feelings or his life outside of being Aoba's bodyguard.] Um, is there... do you have a girlfriend or something?

No one. [ As in no boyfriend or girlfriend. Because the gender really doesn't matter to him, since he's naturally disinterested and distrustful of people, anyway.

Noiz shakes his head, choosing not to comment on the first part because yeah, it's inconvenient, but it's not really aoba's fault. It's the media and society. So he can't really be mad at Aoba.... ]

[That surprises him, although he's not sure why. But then he wonders... if there's no one, does Noiz go home alone whenever he doesn't have to be here with Aoba? It kind of makes him sad.]

If you're tired, you don't have to hang around with me. [It's not what he wants to say -- not by far -- but his composure is slipping a bit. Which is why he says next,] But I like having you here.

[ .. That makes Noiz curious and he leans back against the wall, still not finding it suitable or politically correct to go sit beside Aoba on the bed. And the couch is too far away... ]

Do you have any friends outside the band? [ oh wow that was -- He winces. He shouldn't be asking that at all. ] Sorry. That was too personal.

No, it's fine. I do have one friend. But it's hard to keep in touch since I travel so much... And he's been my friend since before I got famous.

[Feeling self-conscious about the topic, he toys with the belt around his waist.] It's a little harder to socialize now. You think it'd be easier.

[ So they're in the same boat and - don't touch your belt like that. Stop. ]

Not with how busy you are. [ And famous and a liability to everyone. Noiz sighs again and tips his head back, staring at the ceiling. So they're both alone as hell. Wonderful. ]

noiz (dmmd) m/m

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