#protectivness

[chick1996]

That's ny three headed monster, my trio, my found family supporting each other in the waves of trauma

[thewastedpotential]

Put these 4 in a room together who would be the first one crying and who would be the last one in a room?

My opinion? The first one out? Duchess. The last one in the room? Ramona.

[pycobutterpie]

Stranger in my kitchen

Summary: Dean goes full to protective dad mode, as he sees a stranger in his kitchen touching his daughter.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: firing a gun in front of a baby

Word Count: 1392

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please don't judge me for using a translator for this original text. I wrote it together with my friend Minnie who has added the part of Lu and Y/N. We are so exited to add something to this beautiful community of writing for dean. Also this is my first fanfic ever published outside my inner circle of writing friends. (In our story it also became true, that Dean is Bens real father. And Bobby never died. ;) )

[Y/N's POV] It was actually a normal day at the Winchesters' house. Dean had been on a hunt with Bobby and should be home soon. Ben was still sleeping his bed upstairs. The two dogs were running around in the garden and also needed a little time to themselves… Baby Cassidy was already awake with her mother Y/N. Cassy was in damn good hands and was currently sitting in a little baby bouncer on the kitchen counter and Y/N was clearing out the dishwasher. But they weren't alone. On one of the bar stools sat a man, not much older than Y/N and Dean, in a smart dark blue suit and white shirt that wasn't completely buttoned up. In his hand was a steaming cup of coffee and on his hand was a ring with a black rectangular stone in it. With the other hand, he nudged Cassy's bouncer and smirked at her. Y/N had just tied her hair up in a bun and was wearing just a top and hot pants as she crouched behind the counter at the dishwasher. Cassy started laughing and just babbled to herself.

[Dean's POV] Hunting. An activity in which Dean felt completely free and could rely entirely on his instincts. It was what he had learned, what he was born for. Making the world a better place, saving lives. The family business.

For once, it wasn't about changing diapers or talking to stuffy principals. No, Wendigos didn't talk and Dean understands Bobby without words. So the men had chased the thing in the nearby St. Jeffreys mine for a few hours and finally sent it to purgatory. It was life like before the unexpected baby happiness. The hunt had been all about instinct, speed and accuracy. That was what Dean had been living for the last few hours.

And that was what he needed now, when he saw a strange man sitting at his kitchen table, holding out his hand for his Cassidy. The strange man was wearing a suit. He was sitting with his back to the doorway through which the hunter had just stepped. An advantage, if only for a split second.

And the pistol was already in Dean's hand, loaded with silver bullets, aimed at the stranger's back.

Dean pulled the trigger immediately.

There were no thoughts clouding his mind. No details that he noticed. Shoot first, ask questions later. That had always been the motto. At least that of John and Dean Winchester. The bullet that Dean hoped would save his daughter went off with a loud bang. Then his gaze was diverted by a person appearing from behind the counter. It was Y/N, who Dean's subconscious had classified as missing before. That's why he hadn't hesitated for a moment to shoot the stranger. Because nobody was allowed to get too close to his little Cassy. No one.

If you had time to look at Dean, you'd see a serious guy with soot and dust on his face, trousers and jacket. A bloody scratch adorned his left cheek, his knuckles were cracked and his palms were scraped open.

[Y/N's POV] Y/N hadn't given any thought at all to the fact that her cousin Lu had announced himself. Twenty minutes before his arrival. Of course, that was typical of him, as always. If he announces himself at all. But she was a good hostess after all, offering her visitor a coffee immediatly. And although he wasn't purely human, she knew he posed no danger whatsoever. Not to Ben, not to her, let alone to Cassy. She had even asked him to help her with some of her research into Cassy's powers and how to secure certain parts of them. But nonetheless, she knew Dean would be back later today. But she just figured the situation could be resolved with a simple round of introductions. But that wasn't the case. Dean came in in the manner of his father and started shooting at everything he didn't know and couldn't categorize. Great…

But Lu was quicker. He had already heard the footsteps crunching on the smooth tiled floor. Because Dean's shoes didn't look particularly clean from the hunt in the forest and so he also heard the safety catch on the gun and then automatically raised his hand towards Dean and the bullet made it out of the barrel of the gun but fell to the floor just before it hit his suit.

Y/N screamed briefly and slapped her hand over her mouth, but then saw how battered Dean looked… "Baby! What happened?" She had also dropped a cup that she had just taken out of the dishwasher and then immediately ran over to Dean, took the gun out of his hand and stuck it securely in the back of her waistband.

Lu had stood up in the meantime and straightened the front of his Armani suit and then looked over at Cassy again and stroked her lightly over her small hand. "Well, it looks like your daddy in a damn bad mood…" He looked to Dean with a grin now, being slightly provocative of course… But that was just the way he was. Otherwise, he was a kind-hearted person, if you could call him that…

[Dean's POV] Dean lips twitched in anger as the guy stopped the bullet just like nothing. That wasn't human. Something like that shouldn't be in this house. Briefly, he froze slightly as Y/N took the gun away from him and remained totally calm. She even seemed taken aback by Dean's reaction. Only slowly did he realize that she could also have an insurance agent visiting or someone from the youth welfare office. But that was out of the question, because the man was totally unimpressed by the fact that he had almost been shot.

What was wrong with the guy and his mocking grin? Dean looked at Y/N in amazement, because she must have guessed what had happened. He almost nagged at her: "A strange, supernatural guy is trying to touch my daughter. This maybe?" Long slimy fingers trying to hurt a cute baby. But not in Dean's kitchen!

Quickly, the hunter rushed to Cassidy and picked her up from the rocker to his dirty arms. The comforting smell of fresh baby skin and diapers came into his mind and grounded him a little. The little girl didn't quite know whether to be happy or cry and looked a little frightened.

Dean turned his child away from the stranger so that he couldn't touch her again. The protective father turned threateningly to the suit guy: "Get your paws off her or you'll have mine in your face!" He would love to deform that polished face a little, given the stranger's audacity. Dean protectively placed a hand on Cassy's head. Only Y/N's light-heartedness kept the hunter halfway to the ground. Eagle-eyed, he tried to spot something about his girlfriend. Some strange behavior. Was she under a spell? "So, what's this, huh?" he asked, still growling slightly.

[Y/N's POV] Lu stood there grinning, his hands buried in his pants pockets by now and leaning against the counter in the kitchen, really very relaxed and not at all intimidated. He then picked up his coffee cup, spread his little finger and simply watched the spectacle that was unfolding between the two of them. As panicked, angry and heroic as Dean was acting, it really amused the cousin.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but then realized that she should have warned Dean that Lu was coming over. She ran a hand through her hair and then said, "Dean…please… If there's someone in this house, I let them in here, otherwise Evangeline and Bones would have struck. And I told you about my cousin Lu from Vegas back then, didn't I? May I introduce…my cousin Lu from Vegas…yes, Lu is not human. He's a warlock. And yes, I invited him here to think about this magical barrier for Cassy's powers and to talk to him. But that won't work if you just shoot him. He's my biological cousin and I hope we've settled the issue now!", she said with a sigh. "Lu? This is Dean… My fiancé and father of my daughter. He's not usually that pissed off. But with Cassy, he sees red… And he has an aversion to strange men in suits…"

[yioh]

i have so much to say abt gero and kinosaki my god i have SO MANY THOUGHTS…

[swinging-from-my-cable]

Y'know what? I'm pissed at my parents (and a little at me). The way they're acting lately is all kinds of immature and idiotic.

So I'm going to keep rebelling. Life is too short for boring clothes and boring shoes and boring hair and boring makeup, and if gauze pirate blouses and corsets are comfy to me...they're not a costume, they're just clothes. They're just an expression of me.

As such, my parents will only see me in corsets and pirate blouses until this phase ends, if it ever does. I don't care that I'm in my 30s and I'm a mom. I have found what I'm happy in. I have found that who I am is that silly kid who looks like they're weird and comfy in their own skin. It took me until I was well into my 20s to begin the process because of the way they forced me to abandon so much of my individuality and bullied it out of me. My days of youthful experimentation were stolen from me, so I'm taking them back

[anticogoldjewelry]

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[aakeysmash]

prompt:

sukuna skipping gym to sleep in and later on does his workout in their living room, using her as a weight when doing push ups, may turn heated hehe

college Sukuna's masterlist

turned this into a college!sukuna drabble lmao sorry!! no smut this time, i wanted to elaborate a bit on sukuna's protectivness toward yuuji :)

You're humming a song from your studying playlist when you hear someone knocking at your door. You look at the clock you keep on your desk near a plant Yuuji gifted you last week. On the terracotta vase there's a scribbled note in the obvious handwriting of a child.

To: baby peach, but no more annoying screams when we play, please!

You smile. He always chooses to be baby mario when you play Mario Kart together because he doesn't want you to feel alone in case you're the only baby character. He's such a cute kid, you're lucky to have him as one of your almost-roommates.

You get up (it's still pretty early anyway) and stretch your back, hearing it pop. You open the door, and standing in front of it is the same kid you were thinking about.

"Hey," you wave at him, a happy tilt to your voice. You look at him shuffling and avoiding your gaze.

"Is everything okay, Yuuji?" you start getting worried. He mumbles something you don't hear clearly, so you make him repeat himself. He juts his lip out, then looks straight at your face.

"Can you take me to school please?"

You raise your eyebrows. Usually, this is a big brother kind of duty: where is Sukuna? Yuuji takes your silence as rejection and starts backtracking.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I can just go alone-"

"Sure, let me grab my purse and we can go," you stop him, changing your expression to one of calmness, ruffling his pink, unruly hair.

"Are you sure it's not a bother?" he asks you hesitantly. "Big bro closed his door and I can't seem to be able to wake him up... and I'm supposed to be accompanied by an adult..."

"It's not a big deal, Yuuji. I'll take you in my passenger seat, okay? We'll be there shortly," you reassure him, nodding.

"Thanks," he says, blushing, giving you one of the biggest smiles you've ever seen him do. Your heart melts a little, and he looks at you like you've physically hung up the sun shining outside.

When you get back home, you're not even able to get to your room when you find yourself being squished between the nearest wall and a hot, rapidly rising and falling chest.

"Where the fuck is my brother?" Sukuna grits out his teeth, breathing down your neck. You wince. He's controlling his strength, but he's still a mountain compared to you, and your ribcage is starting to hurt.

"Get off of me right now or I'm calling the police, Itadori."

He notices he must have been too rough and takes a step back, mumbling an apology while still looking at you menacingly. You pat your clothes, making sure there are no wrinkles before answering him.

"I took him to school. He told me he was being neglected by his own caretaker, so I had to intervene," you shrug.

"He did not say that. He doesn't even know the word neglect," he says, sighing. His shoulders drop and he takes on a more relaxed appearance.

"What's wrong with you? You've never gotten up later than 6 am," you ask him, trying to sound nonchalant, walking toward your fridge to make yourself a toast. The truth is, you're starting to get attached to him. In the last couple of months, you've created some sort of bond, and it's probably also thanks to Yuuji and his stubbornness in making you do things like you're a family. Just last night, he forced you both to make cookies with him because apparently his friend Megumi was coming to play this afternoon and "he wanted to make a good impression".

Sukuna, on the other hand, can be a lot. The majority of the time he nudges you to get you to move out of his way (he just does it to see your annoyed face, but he's not going to tell you that), huffs in your face when you say he hasn't cleaned his dishes from the night before, and flips you off whenever you try to have a civil conversation about who's turn it is to choose the film on Friday night. But he's also pretty attentive. It's not like he makes you notice it, but he does feel bad for you when you get out of your room after an all nighter because of your studies. He thinks you're annoying because you're always trying to pry into his private life, but when you're not home Yuuji always asks of your whereabouts. Yeah, that's definitely why he can't stop thinking about you laughing with the boy he literally raised. The boy whose disappearance was driving him insane this morning.

Because sure, Sukuna tells Yuuji he's a brat 95% of the time, and the kid yaps way too much for his taste. He also manhandles the kid badly, telling him he's way too weak to be called his brother, and more often than not Sukuna tells him he's adopted and that he'll kick him out as soon as he can. But you've seen the way he prepared soup every night when his little brother caught the flu in December—he's just full of shit. He'll never admit how hard it was to raise a brother he didn't want at 13, alone and broke. But he'll make sure the child never doubts of having someone to fall back into like Sukuna did since he was much younger than Yuuji is now.

"Didn't sleep well and I missed the gym," he responds, munching on an apple. You hum in acknowledgment, not turning around from the stove.

"You know that pilates class you suggested to me last week? I found their videos on YouTube. I was thinking of starting them today," you quickly change the topic. You know you won't get more than that; him admitting he didn't sleep well was already a win.

"Wanna start them with me, chipmunk?" he asks you. You turn around to slap his arm slightly.

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say rolling your eyes.

"No."

You whine. "Yes, by the way. I want to see you suffer like the men I see on TikTok."

"Come be my weight and I'll do pilates with you today," he suddenly says. You're biting your toast and you're so caught off guard that you start coughing up crumbles. He hands you a glass of water while telling you you're too fucking dramatic.

"What does it mean to be your weight?" you tentatively ask him when you can breathe properly again.

That's how you find yourself sitting crisscrossed on his back, gripping his shirt as hard as you can, while he does pushups and tries not to laugh every time you scream about him moving too much and almost making you fall.

[lifewithinatarotdeck]

Protecting the Mochi

Mitsuki was massaging her head as a migraine was pounding on it like a jackhammer to concrete.

She had yelled at Death Arms for the assumption that Izuku had died under the rubble, yelled at Backdraft for a spare jacket to cover the same boy and the now-revealed scars from the public, and yelled at the paramedics for discrimination once they found out that Izuku was registered as Quirkless and threatening lawsuit, and furthermore demanded to speak to a CPS since they were refusing her request on treating the poor greenette. 

You are not his legal guardian, they said. We have priority over those who have a chance of surviving, they said. 

“That is some bullshit talk saying you don’t treat anybody who is Quirkless. This is a hospital damit! You should not discriminate!!”

So, in their fear of the blonde with an iron skillet, they did the basic treatment for Izuku and did further treatment for Katsuki as his arms will be out of commission for at least 4 months. They had them in the same room, so that is a plus.

“Mrs. Bakugou?”

Mitsuki looked up and saw a male officer with a serpentine individual with minty green scales from the tail and the edges of her cheeks, glassy emerald eyes, and hair the same color as her scales. She was also wearing semi-formal attire. She slid inside the room and the officer closed the door before reaching the female blonde, showing their badges. 

“I am Ophiuchi from Tattooin Child Welfare and Protective services, my partner is Detective Tsukauchi.” She introduced herself, putting her badge away after Mitsuki nodded in confirmation. “I am here upon your request regarding Midoriya Izuku?”

“Yes and please, call me Mitsuki. Would it be possible if you tell me your full name instead of your Hero? I would like to have some familiarity, as I am trusting you with this information.”

The Heroine looked at the blonde boy next to the window, in a deep sleep and she could tell he was drugged to help him through the night. According to information from Tsukauchi he has seen the events and PTSD would likely occur in the poor boy.

She then looked at the greenette next to him, looking at the scars along the upper thighs and chest, asleep as well. Her heart ached and her eyes narrowed in anger, but she needs to keep her professionalism. She looked at Tsukauchi and he nodded in confirmation.

“Of course, my name is Ophelia Serpentine, and the detective is Naomasa Tsukauchi. You can call me Ophelia.” Mitsuki nodded and Ophelia sat on her coils while Tsukauchi pulled up his chair. 

Tsukauchi then spoke, taking his hat off and setting it aside. “Before we begin, Mrs. Bakugou, I would like your permission for me to use my Quirk during the interview. I have an ability to detect lies and when it comes to the welfare of children and accusations we need to be as accurate as possible in order to determine Midoriya’s safety. Do you consent?”

Mitsuki stared at the Detective with scrutinizing eyes. “Are you going to record this as well? I would like to have a hardcopy to make sure everything is recorded.”

“We can do that.” Tsukauchi replied and pulled out a small electronic device and put it between the three of them after pressing the record. “Will this work?”

Mitsuki nodded. “Then I give my consent, I need to protect the Little Mochi after recent events came to light.”

Ophelia raised her eyebrow. “Little Mochi?” 

Mitsuki chuckled lightly. “Sorry, that is what I call Izuku. He has a cute round face so I can’t help teasing him about it.”

The serpentine Heroine wrote the information down and looked at Tsukauchi, who nodded that she was telling the truth. She marked the info with the letter ‘T’ next to it.

“How do you know Izuku?” 

“I was friends with his mother Midoriya Inko since High School and we have kept touch ever since, and introduced our kids a few years later. They had been good friends until Izuku got diagnosed as Quirkless things changed.”

Ophelia’s tail twitched and immediately glanced at Tsukauchi and his right eyebrow twitched in annoyance. He nodded, and she could tell he was not happy about what might be going on. They can’t say anything as it was an assumption.

“Can you tell me what has changed?”

“I should have known things were going on,” Mitsuki said guiltily, before looking back. “Inko was quiet after taking Izuku to the Quirk Specialist to determine if he will have a Quirk. Izuku was the one who told us right in front of her, and she had a brief look of anger.”

“It was then she told us that they indeed diagnose him as Quirkless, but they did see a chromosome that indicates that there is a chance his Quirk is Delayed or a Conditional Quirk.”

“Inko did have a prejudice against the Quirkless and I did not ask why, but she kept it hidden after the diagnosis of Izuku.”

The assumption was getting stronger after she had said that, and Ophelia’s tail was twitching even more in annoyance. She nodded her head to continue.

“My first gut instinct about possible abuse was when Izuku came to our place 4 years ago when I noticed a mark on his right cheek. When I asked him about it he claimed he fell down the stairs on the way to school. I was skeptical about the fall, but it was during the school session and thought it was their doing.”

The duo looked at each other for a few seconds before the detective pulled out his own notebook. “Can you tell me the school name?”

Mitsuki smiled gratefully, sensing that they were not happy with the treatment the school was providing. “Masegaki Primary School. The first few years they were fine until Katsuki, my son told me in his third year they found out that Izuku was Quirkless, and it continued in Aldera Middle School.”

“You say his mother is Inko, correct? Has she looked at any other alternatives regarding Izuku’s education and wellbeing?”

The blonde shook her head and looked down in thought. “I did ask Inko, but either she would say she was busy or that the nearby schools do not accept Quirkless or the private schools were 2-3 times expensive. I did believe her on the price though, I also did some research.”

Ophelia has gotten enough evidence to warrant an investigation, but now she needs to see if it warrants immediate extraction. “What was the first evidence that caused you to call CPS?”

Immediately Mitsuki pulled up her phone and showed the same photo that Katsuki had given her. “Katsuki sent me this photo and it showed that Izuku’s back was lashed with something hard like a whip or cane or something that caused scarring.”

“I was surprised and immediately asked Katsuki if he was beaten at school today or the day prior but he replied no and they walked to and from school together, except when we were attacked.”

“From the Villain in the district?”

Mitsuki nodded and shifted up to get her leg comfortable. “Yes, and after everything was over, I did not see the full extent of the beating until his body was exposed. I asked the medical doctor for pictures and an exam, but I am not the legal guardian and they refused. I had to threaten lawsuit on discrimination, and the doctors here were showing the same prejudice. That is why I requested you to get him treated and out of his home. I can’t trust Inko or anybody here.”

Not one lie, you can tell she cares for the boy. Ophelia had written everything down and talked with her partner before getting back to Mitsuki. “Mind we take a look at Izuku?”

“Please.”

Tsukauchi and Ophelia got up and took a look at the scars that they could currently see. His wrists had scars that were evidence of the boy cutting himself. Dark indentations on his chest were bruises in various stages of healing, and welts along the side were indeed caused by a cane, usually bamboo.

“Detective Tsukauchi, bring the doctor in here. We will initiate Section 63.2 to release all records on Izuku, as well as a thorough exam and x-rays. If they refuse then gather their medical license number and contact Recovery Girl for her to do an exam. We will also have him in my custody for the protocol of 72 hours until the exam is complete. I will trust you to issue a court order just in case evidence is overwhelming?”

“Of course.” Detective Tsukauchi replied and left the room with the two women looking at the greenette. Ophelia’s heart was breaking, knowing that someone so young has been abused by his parents is hard. The hardest part is yet to come, asking the boy for information.

[ay0nha]

This world needs sanji ANGST...i haven't seen anything like that that isn't immediatley fluff so plz plz plz do angst OR maybe enemies to lovers but reeealll enemies ther'es gotta be beeeffff

tension. jealousy. protectivness. what the hell. where is it.

thank u :3

Pairing: opla!Sanji x f!reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: canon-typical things, smoking, cursing, the Baratie, mentions of annoying/handsy costumers, RUSHED ending (sorry), etc.

A/N: Hello anon! Thank you so much for the request. I started a little sm sm based of this request and a couple similar ones. It's just a start, so let me know if I should turn this into something more/longer...I have ideas...COMMENTS ENCOURAGED. Enjoy.

PART II

You always preferred sailing on quiet nights.

Fewer lights from the ship scared the stars into submission. It was the only time your shoulders settled and your breaths became leveled. The air’s humidity wrapped you in warmth and the patterned waves lulled your racing thoughts. 

Yet, the lights of the Baratie reminded you that those idyllic nights remained only in memory, few and far between. The chatter radiated an aura, which functioned as a reminder of the never ending responsibilities of hospitality. 

Your dwindling cigarette marked the time left of your break, but you savored every second. You slouched into your shoulder, head resting softly to the side to acknowledge the footsteps approaching you. 

“Sanji.” Even with your back to your newly found company, you knew who had found you. He always had. “If Zeff sent you…” You drew in a deep and finalizing breath, the crackle satisfying in contrast. “Turn around and fuck off.” 

The breath of his laughter exposed his delight at your demise. “Your funeral—

“—Our.” You corrected him. Finally offering a glance, you saw he’d replaced his apron for a tie. Always trouble, you thought.

“Nah, you’ll be alright…” He tutted with humor. “Regardless, who can I count on to spit on my grave?”

You hummed to hide a semblance of a smile. Sanji’s charm was worthless to you, never working in his favor. It had taken years of coaxing past vindication to even occupy the same space. So as always, you’d removed yourself to create a more familiar distance. 

“Funny.” You only ever entertained him with sarcasm.  Flicking your butt into the darkness, you began to walk away. “Just don’t get in the way.” 

The night was busy—every night was busy. You hadn’t minded the adrenaline or the late hours. It was what kept you going, kept you from realizing that slowing down would never be an option. 

But then the constantly spinning world stopped. Your wrist was caught in the hand of a guest, the very one whose crude remarks failed to cause a reaction. However, your plastered smile only encouraged him. You became a challenge he hadn’t realized would eventually retaliate. 

It caused a scene, glass to be broken, and scolding from Zeff that echoed throughout the kitchen. Your pent up venom led you to an ultimatum; cool off or leave. Now, your headache dulled in comparison to the nausea you felt walking back in. 

Hearing your name you turned to see Sanji’s face illuminated with his lighter. His eyes were fixed on his task, but you knew he was speaking directly to you. “You’re alright, though? Right?”

It was happening more frequently than you’d like to admit; your sarcastic insult caught in your throat and your breath pinned to the roof of your mouth. Your words were lost. Sanji was responsible for the confusion of feelings and it only furthered your resentment. 

Yet, your voice was never found and so you nodded with promise. 

Instead, your wrist throbbed and you were sure by the end of the service the bruising would surface. But you rolled it as if the action could wash away the pain. You straightened your posture, pulled a practiced smile, and held a soft air as you began again greeting guests table by table. 

The people dining waited their turn just as those rubbing elbows with them. From the decor, the crystal, story of the menu, even you were a part of the experience.  Performance was key and you were nothing but stellar at pretending to be someone else. 

“Good evening—” You greeted.  Your voice could have been mistaken for sultry. Some nights you struggled to recognize yourself. “—I’ve noticed you’re back and your wine is getting low.”

“Always attentive, you.” The Baratie regular reveled in the banter. It was formulaic at this point, but the atmosphere captivated you both. 

“I can’t help but play favorites.” You countered, granting a heavy pour of wine into his glass. Your dress cut low, ever dip intentional to distract from the mountain of Berries owed for the aged wine provided. 

His eyes took in your figure, falling into the trap. “Apparently, I’ve got competition.”

You wanted to feel good, as you normally did. The fabric complimented your physique and kissed your skin with such sensuality. The feeling of hungry eyes on you never grew old. The assurance was always refreshing. However, there was a weight tonight that wasn’t the fault of the fabric.  

“Pirates can never resist treasure.” You pushed past the crack in your demeanor. You smiled wider, but your eyes cast down at your wrist hoping it didn’t reveal too much too soon.  

The bark of laughter almost made you flinch. “Not the filthy pirate! Your friend there—” The man continued, complaining about nonsense while raising his already dwindling glass to Sanji. “100 Berries he’s spit in my food.”

That swirl in your chest had just settled, but it returned as your eyes met Sanji’s.  His glare wasn’t shy, burning through you. Judgment about your pairing of wine, most likely. Regardless, you noted the fluidity in his movements pulled him closer to you. 

The man laughed at the slight staring contest. You internally cursed at breaking first. 

“He’s harmless.” You muttered, pouring another serving of wine. Moving your body kept you distracted from the unspoken. 

“Harmless?” The man scoffed, inebriation heavy in his inflection.“The scum of a pirate walked—well, crawled really—out of here with nothing but a bloody promise of a slow death.” 

You remained light and playful as you finished the conversation, distracting your regular enough to slip away. You made your rounds just as Sanji had, but you were clever to dance around him, avoid him. 

It worked at first, but it only aggravated Sanji. He spoke loudly and boldly about the well-known service, slipping in insults and intentionally sabotaging everything you’d just smoothed out. It may not have been intentional. It rarely was if you thought about it, his disappointment reserved for Zeff. 

It was as though Sanji had tunnel vision. His upset became yours conscious or not, as every complaint and move he made contradicted yours. It made you trip and stumble. It began to make the night agonizingly slow as he became the barrier between you and the end of the service.  

You’d boiled over, pulling harshly on his arm until you both crammed into a blindspot of the rest of the restaurant. 

Sanji’s eyes blew wide, but his smirk only widened. Even in his state of mild shock, his mind wandered. “What are you—  

You straightened his tie harshly, a threat. “Fix your attitude.” 

“Mine?” He countered with disbelief. “If Zeff understood—

“I don’t care about Zeff. I don’t care about you.” You hissed, pushing a finger deep into his chest. Slowly your composure was unraveling, but you regained it quickly, speaking pointedly, “What I care about is this night being over.”

Sanji took the beat of silence to look between your eyes. You were frazzled, your collectedness hanging on by a thread. He could guess why, but you’d never admit he was correct. 

“Are you even listening?” You prompted again, ready to move back with utter impatience. 

However, Sanji touched the wrist that was within distance causing your body to freeze.  “You need ice.”

His hold was gentle, but he felt the heat come from the swelling. The pain was catching up to you. 

“Enough.” You spat, wobbling with your steps backward. “Enough of—” Tonight, you wanted to say. The kindness threw you off, made you feel seen in a way you wouldn’t accept. “Just—

“We’ll finish the night smoothly.” Sanji spoke evenly, decidedly for the both of you. “Then, I’ll find ice for you.” 

Your chin raised for your childness to surface. “I can take care of myself.” 

“I have no doubt.” Sanji felt his emotions settle on his face, the smirk was hard to call on, but the air had become too tense not to with such unfamiliar territory. “But yet, If I don’t help you, you’ll milk it for weeks and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

[ghostbite0]

does Sanemi get flashbacks to his younger siblings with baby Obanai?

without a doubt. it freaks him out a bit

one idea i had is obanai slowly ages back up— which means sanemi and the others get to see obanai grow up again

i imagine once obanai gets around the age of all his dead baby siblings, he has a bit of a hard time… sanemi can’t help but see them in him, and it makes him that more distant yet protectiv— picture a toddler obi waddling up to sanemi, who is trying to ignore him, and once obi has his attention, sanemi’s feeling broken down ): he gives obi a big hug and apologizes for neglecting him in the first place. but obanai understands… he knows sanemi’s suffered… little obi however needs his papa shinazugawa ):

[kingdom-of-sins]

Things I don't like about Bridgerton season 3

The pace and execution seems off. I can't pin point it but it's not in the same level as season 1 and season 2.

The show is showing too many angles and focusing on too many things at the same time. As a result the main two characters are not getting enough screen time as they should imo.

I wanted more build up for Polin. More scenes and moments where Colin feels the pull and attraction towards Penelope.

The Mondrich storyline seemed unnecessary to me but I love that family. It would have been a nice touch if for some reason the queen favors them...at least favors Mrs Mondrich...just a thought.

Love Francesca, but she looks older than Eloise. And that modern era heavy glam was not helping make her look younger. I am sure they could have made her look a bit younger with the right make up.

We saw very little of Francesca in the last two seasons but I feel like her personality this season doesn't match with the previous seasons. I know they changed the actor but still...

Benedict seems like he is floating around aimlessly this season.

Violet has been giving the same speech about love and friendship and marriage since season one. It's starting to get old

I was expecting a bit more protectivness from the Bridgerton brothers since Francesca seems so innocent

At this moment the Featherington family story looks more interesting than the Bridgertons

Really wanted to see Violet teaching Kate her duties and having a good bond

And lastly...they shouldn't have divided the season into two parts. It takes away half the fun and interests

[geekynightowl1997]

Okay, somebody can correct me if I'm wrong- but at the end of The Nigerian Job, when the team was convincing Nate that they should keep doing what they did- Eliot's whole argument was Nate. Nate falling apart. Nate needing the chance. Nate not being able to walk away. Nate.

Then, suddenly Eliot became the whole team's body guard. (Something he's grunt and gruffed about.) Yet. Yet. Somewhere (I say it was The Iceman Job and The Inside Job,) Eliot's brain switched from protecting the team to protecting Hardison and Parker. (Again correct me if I'm wrong.) Suddenly his job became more about having Hardison and Parker's back than having Nate's back. Maybe I'm the only one whose noticed- but Eliot become more softer with both Hardison and Parker after those particular jobs. Sure he keeps that gruff, sarcastic wit about him but there's often tones of... protectivness(?) when he interacts with them. Almost like he's telling other people around them- whose in ear shot- that Hardison and Parker are his. Like he's possessive.

Now, I'm not saying Eliot just stops caring about the rest of the team. I mean- he beats up Sterling for Nate and in Redemption Eliot is following Sophie around a handful of times. Their are even times where he has Breanna's back and Harry's. But he seems to treat those situations like a case. He compartmentalizes those situations. With Hardison and Parker- he doesn't. It's like his brain won't let him. He sees Hardison and Parker and it's like- all bets are off.

And on the flip side- has anyone noticed that Parker and Hardison seem to be the only ones that know how to... defuse (is that the right word?) Eliot? Like even Maria couldn't get Eliot to relax in The Hurrican Job. (Of course that's probably because Eliot was hiding who he was to her.) But Eliot always seems to be more relaxed when he's around those two.

In The Iceman Job after when Hardison tries to hug him? Eliot wasn't really fighting it. (I would know- I do that to my brother ALL the time when he tries to hug me.) In The Inside Job- when Eliot went to attack that employee- Parker stopped him. In The Double-Edge Sword Job, when Eliot is furious because an abusive ex comes after a women that they tried to hide- it's Parker that calms him down. It's Hardison who pays off the bartender when Eliot attacks Sterling. It's Parker who is always by his side or close to it. It's Parker who trusts Eliot when their in the back of the van with Vance. (Yes, Parker trusts Hardison too, but Hardison is a hacker- not a protector.) It's Eliot who Hardison listens to when he's not confident. It's Eliot who grabs Hardison from the coffin. It's Eliot who crouchs behind Hardison as Parker flips around him. It's Eliot whose hands are shaking when he they have half a second on a bomb.

Eliot Spencer is Hardison's and Parkers. They own him. In the same way Hardison and Parker are his. He owns them. (Does that make sense?)

For the record- I don't know why I'm pointing all of this out. It's just interesting to me... I guess.

[umitsy]

warnings: over protectivness, love obsession

reader's g/n

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd get to know you at the end of one of his shows, as his new manager.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd be adamant at first to confide someone as unprofessional as you all his schedules and working places.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd try to make your work impossible by saying he'd do something in a moment and end up doing the complete opposite the other just so you'd quit and let him do everything himself as it used to be.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd be reluctant of how lonely he truly is.

➻ ➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd see you practicing some of his past numbers by yourself on a cold night at the auditory he was going to present in the next day.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd be perplex by your graciousness and recognize your knowledge about dancing but would not be able to understand why aren't you a dancer.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd noticed after a few moments into your self-hummed song that you hissed as if in pain whenever you hit the ground after finishing a jump or a turn.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who decided not to say anything for the night and to ask you about it subtly the next morning, because, where's the grace in being direct with words? no dancer could live without being respectful.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! who'd get pretty sad about your leg getting injured mid-performance a few years ago so you had to quit dancing and decided to come back now as a manager.

➻ Yandere professional dancer! whod get protective of you from now on an quit his show about wanting to get you fired, instead, he'll try to help you the most of your work to get you to rest.

"𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽?".

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Joel Miller x Daughter! Reader

Before the whole apocalyptic thing, your father Joel was protective of you.

He wasn't even that protective of Sarah, he allowed her to do as she wished, but when it came to you sleeping over at a friend's house or hanging out with friends after school.

The answer was always 'No'

He would lock you in the house for days, calling in the school to inform them that you are 'sick'

You thought at first that he hated you, but over time you realized that there is something wrong with his behavior.

But when the virus spread and your sister died, Joel's protectivness turned into a possessive attitude.

Even Ellie and Tess noticed Joel's strange behavior, especially when you told Ellie about the times when he would lock you up just for disobeying him.

Knowing very well, that your father will strip more of your freedom away, you decided to set up a plan...

...to run away while he is busy fighting.

Yeah, that didn't end well, because Joel managed to find you in the end.

"How did you know that I would be here?"

Joel only points towards your necklace.

Only to realize that there has been a tracker inside of the necklace the whole time.

The look on his face made you realize one thing.

That you will never be able to escape except through death.

But you are bound to stay with him until then.

[lil-elle]

Heyyy!! Can you pleeease do a maknae line version of the hickey reaction too please?

Well you ask, and I deliver 🙏

XIKERS Maknae line when you give them a Hickey

pairs: bf!xikers x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive

word count: 743

content: marking, kisses

a/n: i did kinda want to do this since most of my bias line is in the maknae line 😭

Junghoon:

Just completely freezes up, eyes going wide, heartbeat speeding up, ears going red

He'd be so so so embarrassed and at the same time so shocked because he didn't even think you were the type to do something like that, and he's a little embarrassed about how much he likes it

He wouldn't really make much of an effort to hide it, though, even if he's going to hang out with the guys, because he'll just hit back any of the teasing they have for him “well at least I can get one of these”

The next time you two are making out, he'd shyly ask you to leave another one, admitting to himself and you that he loves the way they look

He'd also be too embarrassed to try giving you one, although he wants to. He'd need your encouragement

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Seeun:

As soon as he notices it in the mirror he's smirking and chuckling with surprise, shocked and amused that you'd ever be bold enough to leave something like that on him

He'd immediately go up to you and yap you on the shoulder, pulling the collar of his shirt and leaning down to give you full view of it, a smile overtaking his face as you go beet red

He'd grab you by the waist and lift you up, telling you you're so cute and teasing you until you're practically begging him to stop

He's another one that wouldn't cover it up, not embarrassed by it at all, if anything he's proud of it, and of you. He's just so happy and grateful to have you

From then on you'd be lucky to escape a makeout session with him without at least one or two marks, and he'd be constantly urging you to give him some too. He just loves them so much, thinks they're so intimate

-

Yujun:

Would immediately go red seeing it, he'd have no idea what to do. Should he bring it up to you? Should he cover it? Should he leave it?

You'd find him fumbling with things in the bathroom, asking him what he's looking for. He'd refuse to turn to look at you, you'd have to force him around

You'd meet his incredibly red face and the mark you made on his neck and you'd just stand there, jaw dropped, you didn't think it'd leave a mark

You'd awkwardly help him cover it with concealer, both of you silent and flustered. His mind would just be full of flashbacks of whatever you two were doing when you gave him that mark, he wouldn't even be able to speak until you're done

He'd never say it out loud when you two are making out but he'd always want you to leave more marks. He'd also desperately want to leave them on you, the only thing holding him back being his shyness

-

Hunter:

Would see it in the mirror and just chuckle at first, sort of surprised but not thinking much of it

He'd cover it up himself, making it so no one (including you) had any idea he had one at all

He'd bring it up later when you two were making out again, using it to tease you since you had no idea you gave him one

He'd want you to give him so many, telling you it's okay because he knows perfectly how to cover them up himself, he'd also help you cover up any he put on you

He'd also want to put them all over you, not shy at all in doing so and making you flustered telling you “you look so pretty like this, covered in my marks”

-

Yechan:

He'd definitely be amused and intrigued, leaving the bathroom to question you, teasing you with a smirk on his face

He'd call you cute and tease you but on the inside he's going insane, shocking himself about how much he loves having your mark on him

Although, when you guys are making out again, he wouldn't be at all afraid to tell you just how much he wants to have your mark on him, making you super flustered

He'd only put marks on you if he was feeling particularly jealous or protective, other than that, he'd like just having yours on him

For him, it's like a wedding ring, something that tells other people he's taken. He also likes teasing you like crazy, especially around the guys

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↬|Gojo|

• Gojo Satoru is fiercely protective of his loved ones, and he will stop at nothing to ensure their safety. He will do whatever it takes to protect them, whether it's using his immense power or taking any risks necessary to ensure their safety. For his special someone, he is willing to go to the ends of the earth to keep them safe, no matter the cost.

• He is quite independent and capable of taking care of himself but also appreciates it when his special someone looks out for him, and wants to protect them, and make sure they are safe. He trusts that they are capable enough to be there for him when he needs support, protection, and comfort.

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↬|Sukuna|

• He is very protective of his s/o and would do anything to keep them safe. He would go to great lengths to protect them and would not hesitate to fight for them. He would use his immense power to keep his s/o safe, using his cursed techniques and other abilities to protect them.

• Sukuna isn't the type to ask for protection as he is very self-sufficient and doesn't like to rely on others. However, he would appreciate it if his s/o looked out for him and had his back during fights. (Remember, protecting each other isn't always physically)

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↬|Nanami|

• Yes, he is very protective of his s/o. He is always on high alert to find and stop the cursed energy and danger that might threaten his love one. He also likes to check if his s/o is happy. He wants to be the one to wipe away her every worries and problem. He also takes very seriously when anyone dare to disrespect her.

• I see him as very chivalrous. he is a person that will take on the fight by himself to prevent his s/o from danger. He will always stand in front of them to protect them no matter what it takes. His s/o means a lot for him, so his protectiveness will come naturally. If his s/o is in danger, he will stop at nothing to rescue them and take the danger all by himself. He won't mind to risk his life to protect them. This is what he will do to protect his s/o.

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↬|Megumi|

• Very protective, Megumi is an extremely protective person, and once he finds someone he loves, he will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. He would defend them with his own life, and would be willing to take a hit for them.

• In terms of protection, he prefers to be protected in an emotional way. He wants his s/o to be there for him when he's feeling down or overwhelmed. Having someone who can provide comfort, and support him emotionally is something that's important to him.

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↬|Yuji|

• Yuji is extremely protective over his s/o and will go out of his way to make sure that nothing bad happens to them. Whether it be standing infront of a oncoming car to save them, or shielding them from harm using his own body, he will always find a way to protect his s/o. His s/o can trust that he will be there to protect them when they feel vulnerable or scared. At the same time, Yuji also enjoys being protected, so he would likely be able to rely on his s/o in times of need as well.

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↬|Inumaki|

• Inumaki is not the type of person to be over-protective of his s/o. He is respectful of their choices and decisions. He thinks that he and his s/o should be each other's protectors and not only he should be the protector of his s/o. However, if there are any threats or dangers that endanger their lives, he will not hesitate to shield his s/o behind him.

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↬|Geto|

• Geto is extremely protective of his s/o, and is ready to go to the ends of the world to keep them safe. However, he is also very protective of himself and wouldn't like it too much if his s/o would try to be protective. It has to be HIM who protects them, and he would be extremely jealous if someone or something would try to get between him and his beloved. He only wants to protect, he only wants to be the one and only protector. He does not like being protected himself.

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