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happy birthday to me today 🎉🎉

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Hey there, a friend of mine is in the process of being thrown out by his parents after coming out (ftm) and I was wondering if u would feel comfortable writing something a little comforting for him? (his fav is ryohei)

If u don't feel comfortable or don't have the time that's alright too, I hope u have a nice day either way🤍

anon, you sent this in in November. it was during my event and I was trying to focus only on event requests, and then did some personal stuff December. I don’t know if you’re still here, if you’ll see this, but I wanted to write this out for you nonetheless. I’m not the blog for emergency requests, but I greatly appreciate your care and patience, and understanding regarding that! please tell your friend I’m sending my love and support, and I hope that life this year will bring them nothing but warmth and kindness. Ryohei is a good favourite to have, they have good taste!! I hope this is something you will like, meets your request, and can potentially be of comfort for your friend!

character/s: sasagawa ryohei, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 902

warnings: reader has a bit of a breakdown, talks about feeling useless, mentions of weapons and fighting

prompt: you try so hard and finally you find something you cannot do, and you don’t know how to deal with that, how to handle the fear of not being good enough

You tried so hard. You really, really did. You put your all into whatever you did, you gave your best effort, and still, things seemed to turn out poorly.

You really tried to be of help to Tsuna and his Guardians. You learnt to fight, basic first aid to later expand on, made sure you were good at anything office related like paperwork. You did a lot.

It wasn’t like they ever asked you to, really. They were happy to have you around regardless, something a few of them had said multiple times before. But your drive to be useful and to help people typically overrode that.

You’d learnt quite quickly at some point, though, that learning to fight with a weapon was… a little more difficult than hand-to-hand. You’d rather get socked in the gut again and again over the frustration that this task brought.

“Dammit!”

You’d turned and spiked the weapon in your hand, out of frustration. You’d just have to tell Reborn this wasn’t working out, to let you try something else. And, well, when the door to the dojo Takeshi had (been bullied into) leant you for training opened, you were a little startled.

“Woah!”

Ryohei had ducked underneath the weapon the flew out the dojo and over his head, hitting the ground with a muffled ‘thud’. He stared at it for a moment before facing you, and you reeled back reflexively.

“That-“

“Sorry!” You waved your hands around before hurrying forward. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would come in! It slipped, so it just…”

You motioned towards the weapon before scurrying past him to go retrieve the damn thing, face scrunching up.

Ryohei waited patiently, following you inside the dojo. Saying it ‘slipped’ might’ve worked, but he’d heard you yell prior to nearly being given a concussion, so he knew you were lying.

“You alright?” He carefully toed his shoes off before stepping up to you. “Is it not going well?”

You were quiet, shoulders slumped. You contemplated discussing this with him, with him specifically, before relenting. “Not really. I’m just…”

You waved your hand around, and he watched you lazily toss the metal to the side.

“It’s not working. This keeps happening. Why can’t I do it?”

“I’m sure if you keep trying-“

“I’ve tried as much as I can…!”

Ryohei fell silent, watching you throw your hands around as you struggled to find the words you wanted to say. He waited, willing to let you take your frustrations out on him. He was an older brother; he could handle this.

“I just want to be of use to you all and I can’t even do this!”

You were quiet for a moment before falling down onto your butt, hunched over to lean against your knees. You waved a hand again, weaker this time.

“I want to help, but I feel so useless. Sorry.”

And that, that word, ‘useless’… He didn’t like it, especially not from you.

“But you’ve done so much for us. It’s okay.”

“It’s not! I need to try harder-!”

“You’ve done enough.” His voice was firm. “You’re enough. You don’t have to try so hard. If you just keep pushing, you’ll tire out and won’t be able to do anything then.”

You’d become quiet, still, and he wondered if what he was saying was right. He wasn’t good with words, even he knew that. He got into fights over his wording often, he knew he wasn’t the best with it. Still, he wanted to try, he wanted to help.

“Who said you needed to use a weapon, anyway? They’re stupid. If you wanna protect the ones you love, it’s better to do it with your own two hands!”

You turned your head a little, and he quietened down because of your movement.

“Is that alright…? Just punch my way through it? Would that be enough for you all?”

“It’s been enough for me. I don’t see why it’d be any different for you.”

Ryohei crouched down and tilted his head to try and see your face, so you shook your head to try and toss your hair out of your face. He shuffled forward and moved it for you with a careful finger before dropping his hand onto your head.

You held each other’s gaze, quiet for a moment. Just watching, waiting.

When a crooked smile finally pulled at your lips, Ryohei lit up with a grin of his own.

“You’re the best hand-to-hand, aren’t you?” You asked, nudging your head up into his hand, lifting your head in the process. “Lemme follow you around so I can learn better.”

“Hm? I’ve never really taught anyone before.”

“Why, y’think I should go pick fights with Hibari or something instead? I doubt Sawada would fight me if I asked.”

Ryohei snorted a little at this, ruffling your hair up a bit before standing. He waved a hand at you, and you grabbed it tightly, as tight as you could.

“Guess I can try! Besides, if you ask Sawada honestly enough, he might!” He tugged you up onto your feet before throwing your hands into the air, and you grinned.

“I’ll just pick a fight so he has to!” Even with the strain of trying to keep your arm at the same height as his, you waved your hands around.

“I’m in your care, Sasagawa!”

“Of course! Let’s work hard, to the very extreme!”

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hello I have a very specific request, take it if you like it. Please write to the character that you think is the best comforter being super cute with an oc that feels like the world is going to fall apart because he doubts all his life choices. thanks <3

I haven’t written shit all since March bc once April hit my year became the worst ever on planet earth and then this request was sent in and while it took me ages to get there it was nice to basically kind of vent through this. so honestly thank you. I know it’s a bit late but thank you for sending this in. I honestly think Takeshi’s the best comforter in the series, based on what we’ve seen, and what I think about his character anyways!! reader is in college, so I’ll sit here and say about 21? 22? maybe for age reference?

character/s: yamamoto takeshi, reader (gender-neutral)

word count: 1,477

warnings: swearing. idk blue screen of death fuck that shit. emotional breakdown and self depreciation

prompt: absolutely nothing was going right, and this was the final straw

You were going to scream. On god.

You dropped your head onto your desk, barely registering the pain from the solid wood, before turning your head to rest your cheek against it so you could stare up at your computer screen. It hurt your eyes, but you continued to try and work like this, eyes straining to watch the cursor move.

You stopped, listening quietly as your computer’s already constant whirring got louder, hoping if you waited it’d slow down, only to then watch your screen go black, then a bright, obnoxious blue that hurt your eyes, and the whirring died off immediately.

You were still, blinking slowly. You took a slow breath, sitting up and reaching somewhere around your PC for where your shitty wired mouse was connected. Once you disconnected it, you stood and with as much strength as you could muster, threw the mouse at the wall opposite you with a loud scream.

You fell back down into your chair with another yell, struggling to shove your keyboard to the side and out of the way before dropping your head onto your desk again, and a third time for good measure.

“Stupid fuckin’… ass computer! Bitch!”

The swearing didn’t make the screen return to your work, though. It’d have been nice if it did.

It was between your loud complaining that someone opened the door to check on you, unable to see you over your monitor. They could hear you, though. Definitely.

“Bitch ass computer probably wants me to fuckin’ die,” you’d ground out, dropping a hand and grunting irritably when it hit your keyboard again. “Stupid fucking-“

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

You shot up to look over at Takeshi as he closed the door to your room quietly.

You’d gone on about “hosting the get together today, because even if I’m busy I’d feel bad about not being there anyway, and maybe takin’ a break with you all might help!” and whatnot. So everyone downstairs had heard your yelling, and promptly sent Takeshi up to check on you.

“Haah, this stupid piece of shit I can’t afford to replace went and fucking died on me and now all my shit is gone and I won’t be able to submit my work and then I’ll have no certificates and I won’t be taken seriously even though helping you lot is illegal anyways I want to have something to prove I’m not stupid but—!”

You’d probably ramble for days about it, if you had the breath to, but you heaved out a couch and waved him off, turning to cough into your elbow.

Takeshi waited patiently, quietly, for you to get yourself together.

“Feh, and look at that, givin’ up on my health for this shit definitely worked out in my favour, huh?” You muttered into your arm, brows furrowing. To some degree, he’d noticed, you’d definitely been unwell. But when it was ever brought up in the vaguest way possible, you avoided the topic.

“You alright?”

You glanced at him, eyes narrowed. “‘M fine.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, even though he had not spoken again. “I am fine!”

“I’m f-fine, dammit!”

He wasn’t really surprised by the sudden onslaught of tears, watching you fall back down onto your desk chair, the creaking only serving to upset you further.

“My life is gonna f-fall apart, probably, but I’m just fine.”

Takeshi rounded your desk and shuffled between you and the table, crouching down to meet your eyes.

“That’s not true.” He tilted his head. “Can’t say workin’ in the mafia is the best way to put business and financial skills to use, but…”

“Wish I could fuckin’ fight or something,” you grumbled, sniffling. “Wouldn’t have to worry about a piece of shit certificate. Shit’s illegal anyways, don’t know why I’m working so damn hard for one in the first place.”

“It’s nice, to have something that validates you and your skills,” he mumbled. “It’s nice to strive for those things, to have goals. More than anything, I wish you’d keep making goals like these.”

He tapped the back of his hand to your knee, stroking gently. “You’re amazing, doing all this. Not giving up despite it all. Putting your all into it for the sake of helping others.”

He offered you a small smile. “More than any of us, you’re incredible. I admire that. Thank you for working so hard for our sake.”

His shoulders slumped when your tears returned stronger, face scrunching up. You hunched over, head hanging between your knees.

“I’m really proud of you,” Takeshi murmured. “You’re doing an excellent job.”

“A-Am I?” You covered your face with your hands, body trembling. “I-I can’t do anything at all to h-help you, I keep f-falling behind, I couldn’t even find a damn j-job to keep this up and had to r-rely on others…”

You pushed at your cheeks, pulling on the skin as you tried to rid of your tears, but it did not work. “I-I’m really not that great…!”

“I think you’re amazing.” Takeshi shifted so he could sit on the floor properly, leaning back on his hands, his head knocking against your desk gently. “You’re super amazing.”

“You’re even in college! None of us got that far.”

“G-Gokudera probably could,” you muttered, tone spiteful, but not at him. Never at your friends. Takeshi could hear self depreciation a mile away, but with you it was even easier. It broke his heart.

“Maybe.” He was quiet for a bit. “But, you’re still super smart. You’re one of the smartest people I know.”

Before you could say something like “but Gokudera and Reborn”, he continued, “I also know you’ll help us more than you think. There’s no way we’d be where we are without people like you supporting us.”

“The… The Vongola wouldn’t have gotten where it is without the silent supporters like you. Right?”

You shifted, sniffling. Takeshi didn’t talk much about the Vongola despite being a Guardian, so when he did, you found it best to listen.

“Not everyone needs to fight, physically at least.” Takeshi leant forward, and this promoted you to look up at him from where your head hung. “Technically, you’re as strong as you need to be. Doing what you do best.”

“Shouldn’t I be stronger…?” You shifted to rest your forearms on your knees, pushing yourself up. “If I could fight-“

“Do you want to fight?”

You blinked slowly, thinking this over quietly. You eventually shook your head, slowly, and he smiled at this.

“Then why would we make you? Let us fight for you.”

“You shouldn’t have to fight, either.”

He contemplated this before smiling again, but a little smaller.

“No, we really shouldn’t. But, it is what it is, I guess. We’ve gotten this far, so…”

You sniffed again, looking off to the side. “I’m still… not that great.”

“I think you’re amazing.”

You were quiet before pointing at your computer tower. “D’you know any tech nerds who might be able to fix this thing…? If I could get my work back, that’d be a miracle and would save another breakdown, but getting a better computer is probably a good place to start.”

“When is your work due?”

You were dead silent, and while Takeshi almost expected you to drop ‘tomorrow’ on him, you didn’t.

“In two weeks, but I wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible so it wouldn’t get in the way of things. I just spent nearly forty-eight hours on it and it’d piss me off if I lost it all.”

He let out a small, surprised laugh at this. “You’re an incredible student, y’know. Your teachers must love you.”

You pulled a face at this. “Well, sometimes… Academically, maybe, but behaviour wise…”

Takeshi got to his feet despite this. “Well, we know some people whore great with this kind of stuff. One of them should be able to help you.”

You watched him quietly, and he smiled despite your very obviously tired and still upset expression.

“Sitting in here won’t make you feel any better, so come join us. We’ll call them and ask them to help you out, okay? It’ll be okay. You’re incredible, so I know you’ll be okay.”

“If I’m not?”

“Then I’ll help you.”

You watched him for a second longer before he held out a hand to you. You grunted lowly, taking it and standing with his help.

You both froze, watching your desk chair promptly fall apart, a bolt rolling across the floor to the other side of the room.

“Ah, they could probably fix your chair, too,” Takeshi added on quickly when he felt you tense up. “Actually, we could just get you a new one.”

“A new one would be nice. Having a breakdown in a comfier chair might be nice.”

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this was for Kyoya’s birthday and was obviously late anyway, so here it is extra late on here. also my second shot at smut and the ao3 version here character/s: tyl!hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral) word count: 1,265 warnings: smut (cock worship) prompt: it’s his birthday, and that means he deserves a gift

It was his birthday. It was his birthday, and you’d be damned if you couldn’t give him a gift, dammit.

Though you had a very vague plan on making it successful, you figured you’d get through it somehow. You were pretty lucky, and you liked to think your partner liked you more than anyone else.

While trying to enter his office was never any problem, trying to rid of Kusakabe without telling him you planned on sucking Kyoya’s heart out of his dick wasn’t actually that easy. With your roundabout explanations, you managed, and he eventually left his position outside Kyoya’s door.

Step one, complete.

You entered and for good measure, made sure to lock the door behind you. Sharp as ever, Kyoya’s attention was on you immediately.

“You. What are you up to?”

“Me?” You placed a hand on your chest, sauntering up to his desk. “I’m a little hurt you’d think I’m doing something suspicious.”

He blinked slowly, gaze unwavering. “You usually are. You also locked the door.”

“Seriously, no faith.”

You leant against the side of his desk and flashed him a smile in the hopes of charming him, though it never worked. He was mean like that.

“You finished your work, birthday boy?”

Kyoya leant back in his chair, eyeing you up and down, contemplating his next move. If you weren’t so hell bent in getting his dick out today, you might’ve been a bit more offended at his lack of trust in you.

“I suppose I am. Why?”

“Wanted to reward you, or something of the sort.”

He lifted a brow, relaxing just a little, and your smile widened. He was following along, and that meant he didn’t have his guard up as much. Good.

“Oh? With what, exactly?”

You slipped in between him and the desk, setting one hand firmly on his knee and using the other to drag a finger down his chest.

“Some love? If you’d let me.”

Kyoya hummed low in his throat, nodding once. He watched you sink down to your knees, lips twitching up crookedly. He always loved the sight of you between his legs.

You ran teasing fingers up and down the inside of his thighs, then gave them an appreciative squeeze just to feel the muscle beneath his pants.

Step two was just beginning, but you hoped with step three afterwards you’d get to see the skin beneath the cloth.

Your gaze flit to his crotch, pupils dilating. You skimmed your fingers up and over him before starting on his belt, making sure to brush your hand against him as much as possible in the process.

“It feels like you want this more than I do. Should I stop you?” Kyoya quipped, watching you expectantly.

You returned it with a cheeky grin, shoving his belt out of the way. “You’d refuse my gift? How cold.”

You unzipped his pants and untucked his shirt, shoving it up his torso as high as you could. Running your hand back down pale skin, you dipped your hand into his pants just to get a feel of him in his underwear.

Kyoya’s thighs tensed beside you for a second before relaxing, so you let your free hand return to groping the muscle blindly. A soft nudge with his foot encouraged you to sneak your hand into the second layer of fabric and to grab him fully.

He wasn’t entirely hard yet, but that gave you time to play with him until he was.

You leaned in and gave his length a tentative kiss, appreciating the weight of it in your hand. Shifting your hold on him you ran your tongue along him, bottom to tip, before grasping him properly and pumping.

You let your gaze flit up to meet Kyoya’s, tongue peeking out and lapping at his tip before flashing him a cheeky little grin.

“I really love doing this, y’know. Jerking you off and having your dick in my mouth. Gets me so excited.”

Kyoya couldn’t help the soft exhale, something like laughter. His head tilted, hair falling into his eyes. “I’ve noticed.”

Holding his dick, now fully hard, up to your cheek, you smiled. “Thanks for letting me indulge so often.”

He nudged you with his foot again, harder, and you compliantly took his length into your mouth. You couldn’t stop the moan that came out even if you wanted to.

Kyoya’s cock practically hardened further at the expression on your face, a look of utter bliss. He reached down and ran a hand through your hair, and you preened at the attention.

With his encouragement, you put your all into it, tongue swirling around the tip before you dove down. Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick, twisting in time with every down stroke.

While pulling up to lave attention to the slit as you gathered precum on your tongue, your second hand snuck up to grab his sac and fondle them.

You could’ve died happy after hearing the groan that left Kyoya’s lips, it was possibly the sexiest thing you’d heard. With renewed vigour you took his cock back into your mouth, hollowed your cheeks and sucked.

Kyoya’s fingers wrapped around your hair, not too tight but enough to remind you they were there. He would eventually use more force, but for now let you work, content with watching his dick slide in and out of your mouth.

“You look so happy, sucking my dick,” he rasped, watching you practically glow. You pulled off his length with an wet ‘pop’, pants puffing against him in hot waves.

“‘Course I do. I love your cock.” The way you moaned it, you may as well have been getting fucked yourself, you sounded that aroused.

“It’s so big,” you gripped him with your free hand, squeezing, “and fills up my mouth so well.”

If there was anything else you succeeded in, it was rubbing his ego, too.

“If you love it so much,” Kyoya drawled, voice low and gravelly, “then work harder and make me cum.”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was far too chirpy for the setting, and with all that optimism you sunk down on his cock and took him until he hit your throat.

It was a stretch, and it burned just a bit, but the scratchy swearing from Kyoya made it worth it. So, you pulled back up and did it again.

You breathed through your nose, nice and slow, holding him in place before swallowing around him.

Finally, Kyoya tugged on your hair. He was never gentle, but the sting felt good, and you moaned in response.

Doubling your efforts, you continued to deepthroat him until you felt him pulse against your tongue and his sac tighten in your hand.

He tugged again, but you nodded once and and sat still, swallowing around his cock one more time, pushing him over the edge.

Thick ropes of cum shot down your throat, coating your mouth in sticky white. You pumped his cock a few more times, insistent on getting every last drop out of him, until he was flaccid against your tongue.

You gave his tip one last firm lick, holding his stare as you closed your mouth and swallowed.

Kyoya heaved out a breath, resting his head on his shoulder, watching you, enthralled with the sight of you swallowing his cum. He slipped his hand down to your chin and tugged you upwards, and you followed without hesitation.

“Yes, my dear?”

Your coo was deep, and he smirked crookedly, in that sexy way you adored.

“We’re not done.”

“Good.”

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hey could y'all do me a favour?

Reblog if you're okay with "weird" compliments on your stuff!

things like "biting this" and such

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I’m the anon who asked requested Tsuna for the tea prompts when you first did them and I am once again in a Tsuna mood (1? 2? years later lol??) and needing your beautiful writing lol. Can I request Black Tea, Chai and Milk Tea for him? Appreciate you and your work always!

banging my head against a wall, I wish these were a little longer or a little better, but they’re satisfactory enough I think. I hope you like them anyway, anon!! and thank you so much!!

character/s: tyl!sawada tsunayoshi, adult reborn, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: n/a

prompt: tea prompts (black tea, milk tea, chai tea)

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

kindness, first and foremost. you must be a kind person, someone willing to help others. he’s met all kinds of personalities, but above all they all come together when help is needed. that goes for a partner. especially because as a kid he was treated so roughly; someone who is nice is the foundation of a perfect partner for him.

“Tsuna, I brought you some food.”

You held up a plate with a couple pastries on it and Tsuna hummed lowly. “Thank you, dear. You didn’t have to.”

“You haven’t taken a break in a few hours now, so of course I did. You can’t focus if you’re hungry.”

You only smiled when Reborn made a low noise, something like amusement. “Perhaps you coddle him too much? What would he do without you?”

“Ehh, I think it’s fine to coddle him a little bit!”

You set the plate down gently on Tsuna’s desk after he made some space for it. “Right? You’ll let me coddle you, won’t you?”

Tsuna pet one of your hands gently before taking it in his and squeezing. “Thank you. If you’d like to, you can. I appreciate it.”

“Yay. If you need anything, just ask.”

“I will, thank you.”

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

gentle, but confident. once he gets older, and has been with you for a while, there’s no hesitation in his kisses, or any of his actions. after a while, he becomes comfortable and thus does not need to worry about what he does, especially because he learns quickly what you do and don’t like as well

“I found you. Have you eaten yet?”

You turned to smile at Tsuna as he entered the kitchen, one of his arms slipping around your waist comfortably. “No, not yet. Why?”

You tilted your head without any instruction to, like habit, and Tsuna pressed a kiss to your lips with a pleased hum. It was short, and you followed him when he pulled away. His soft laugh could be felt on your lips.

“I wanted to come get you so we could go get lunch together, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

assuming his partner can’t fight, he probably doesn’t take you many places with him when it comes to jobs, missions, etcetera. so I think he would fix this by taking you on specific trips overseas that are unrelated to work; if it’s unrelated there’s less chance people know where you’ll be and he gets to spend more intimate time with you, so it’s a win-win. the best one was obviously taking you to Namimori for the first time

“Ahh, what a cute, quaint town! It’s so nice here.”

Tsuna watched you rock back and forth as you looked out the window of your hotel, taking in the town again after you’d gone exploring earlier in the day.

“I’m a little jealous of you all. What a nice place to be raised in.”

“Mm, I agree. I think it’s a great place to raise a family.” He paused for a moment. “I had fun growing up here.”

You hummed lowly, thinking over his short pause carefully. You straightened, pushing off the windowsill to turn and face him, leaning back against it.

“I bet it was! Haha, thinking of you all running around causing trouble for everyone… Makes me wish I could’ve met you all sooner.”

He smiled widely at this, head tilting. He stepped closer when you waved at him too, crowding you up against the window. You happily grabbed his coat and tugged him down closer, lips ghosting over his.

“I think you would have fit in well with our little group,” he murmured. “But we can make new memories now, so it’s fine, isn’t it?”

“Right. We can start right now, too. Indulge me?”

“Of course.”

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I’m realising my biggest problem in writing atm is Chai. IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR CHAI TEA,,,,, HELP LMFAO

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Hiiiii! Recently discovered your page and am currently enjoying scrolling through. Just saw your tea prompts and just wanted to request for Giotto with milk tea and/or pomegranate tea(your choice hehe) anyways, hope you have a nice day!

ahhhh I’m glad you’re enjoying my blog, thank you for checking my stuff out!! I chose to do both prompts but a little different; I had a really clear plan and story so I turned the two answers into a longer, more cohesive story combined instead of two separate scenarios. I hope that’s alright, and that you like it!! my first time doing so but I really wanted to write this out and the two prompts really fit well so,,, (side note, he’s so pretty in the manga…… adore him omg)

character/s: giotto, g, ugestu asari, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: discussions of being chased and beating some dude up (a little bit), very minor injuries

prompt: tea prompts (milk tea, pomegranate tea)

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

I think his kisses are very gentle. soft. he’s always very soft; he’s never had a reason to be otherwise with his partner. he’s such a gentleman… so romantic. unless, of course…

His Guardians had been split up, and while he worried, he didn’t have to worry too much. They all knew how to fight, how to protect themselves.

You did not, however. You weren’t a fighter. So the fact you were not by his side…

Giotto and G straightened when some bushes to their left rustled, tense as they waited to see who would come out.

“Ahh, Giotto, G…! I finally found someone…!”

…unless, of course, he was really worried about your safety. if he could get you back in his arms, reassured you’re safe… I think that’s one of the very rare times he’d be anything but soft; he’d be firm and insistent, overwhelmed with his relief that you’re okay

“My dear!” Giotto took long strides to reach you and you preened when he took your cheeks into his gloved hands, lifting your face up gently. You let out a short, muffled noise when he kissed you, strong and firm. You made sure to relay your feelings in return, head tilting.

“You’re alright…” He spoke quietly, lips brushing yours as he did. You wrapped your arms up and around his torso, underneath his cloak so you could grip at his vest tightly. “And you’re hurt… I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, resting your chin on his chest gently so you could look up at him. “I’m okay… Just a few scrapes here and there. Ahh, I was being chased and it was scary…!”

You pulled back to show him the palms of your hands and G finally joined after giving you two a moment, eyeing over the scratches on your hands.

“I can’t fight, but… I broke off a branch and just.” You huffed softly and G had to stifle a snort. “Just… beat him over the head until I could run away again.”

Giotto released a soft breath, head tilting. “Good job, my love. You did well on your own, all things considered.” He took your hands gently, turning them over to bring your knuckles to his lips. “Still, I have to apologise for letting you out of my sight… I won’t let it happen again. I’ll be there to protect you next time, I promise.”

“Ehh?” You shuffled on the spot, cheeks warming. “Oh, it’s not your fault at all, Giotto…! I’m okay!”

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

very familial with him. you doing something very close with his Guardians. if his Guardians can truly learn to accept you, become close with you at the same time as he falls for you… he’s sure that’d be the best outcome. his whole relationship he gauges his Guardians reactions, too. so if you can all be just as close, like family, I think he’d happily fall in love with ease after that point

“Primo.” G nodded down at you two once before nodding in the direction you came from. “It’ll be no good letting them run around. I’ll go find the one they ran from. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, you’re going?” You had reached out to grab one of G’s sleeves, eyes wide. “Ah, I know you can fight… Be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt, especially if I upset him further…”

G hummed lowly, reaching up to pet your hand gently twice before squeezing in reassurance and then returning your hand to Giotto’s. “Appreciated, but I’ll definitely be fine, so there’s no need to worry. One of the others should be back soon - they better be, anyways.”

“Right, of course.”

You watched G wander off before jumping when he stopped short of the bushes to point across the clearing. “Hey! Get over there and help them out; they’re injured!”

“Pardon? Of course!”

You turned quickly to look over your shoulder at Asari, smiling crookedly and holding up your hands along with Giotto’s. “Just a few scrapes, so don’t worry too much.”

“Yes, they made it out on their own.” Giotto sounded a bit proud as he said this, turning you gently to face Asari. “After beating him themselves.”

Asari blinked in surprise at this before smiling, watching you hold up your hands, palms facing him. “Oh my. Did you? Excellent work. I’m glad you’re alright. Let me see them.”

“Yes! I’m not strong by any means, but…! They don’t hurt much, so if you need to we can wait until we return to the estate.”

“That won’t do. We should treat them here while we have the time. Is that okay?”

You could feel Giotto squeeze your shoulders, encouragingly, reassuringly, and you acquiesced.

There was something about watching you get tended to by one of his Guardians; one nagging thought that this may only be the first time… and not the last that this will happen. But a greater thought that you truly were cherished by the Vongola, and for now he chose to focus on that one instead.

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Hiiiii! Recently discovered your page and am currently enjoying scrolling through. Just saw your tea prompts and just wanted to request for Giotto with milk tea and/or pomegranate tea(your choice hehe) anyways, hope you have a nice day!

ahhhh I’m glad you’re enjoying my blog, thank you for checking my stuff out!! I chose to do both prompts but a little different; I had a really clear plan and story so I turned the two answers into a longer, more cohesive story combined instead of two separate scenarios. I hope that’s alright, and that you like it!! my first time doing so but I really wanted to write this out and the two prompts really fit well so,,, (side note, he’s so pretty in the manga…… adore him omg)

character/s: giotto, g, ugestu asari, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: discussions of being chased and beating some dude up (a little bit), very minor injuries

prompt: tea prompts (milk tea, pomegranate tea)

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

I think his kisses are very gentle. soft. he’s always very soft; he’s never had a reason to be otherwise with his partner. he’s such a gentleman… so romantic. unless, of course…

His Guardians had been split up, and while he worried, he didn’t have to worry too much. They all knew how to fight, how to protect themselves.

You did not, however. You weren’t a fighter. So the fact you were not by his side…

Giotto and G straightened when some bushes to their left rustled, tense as they waited to see who would come out.

“Ahh, Giotto, G…! I finally found someone…!”

…unless, of course, he was really worried about your safety. if he could get you back in his arms, reassured you’re safe… I think that’s one of the very rare times he’d be anything but soft; he’d be firm and insistent, overwhelmed with his relief that you’re okay

“My dear!” Giotto took long strides to reach you and you preened when he took your cheeks into his gloved hands, lifting your face up gently. You let out a short, muffled noise when he kissed you, strong and firm. You made sure to relay your feelings in return, head tilting.

“You’re alright…” He spoke quietly, lips brushing yours as he did. You wrapped your arms up and around his torso, underneath his cloak so you could grip at his vest tightly. “And you’re hurt… I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, resting your chin on his chest gently so you could look up at him. “I’m okay… Just a few scrapes here and there. Ahh, I was being chased and it was scary…!”

You pulled back to show him the palms of your hands and G finally joined after giving you two a moment, eyeing over the scratches on your hands.

“I can’t fight, but… I broke off a branch and just.” You huffed softly and G had to stifle a snort. “Just… beat him over the head until I could run away again.”

Giotto released a soft breath, head tilting. “Good job, my love. You did well on your own, all things considered.” He took your hands gently, turning them over to bring your knuckles to his lips. “Still, I have to apologise for letting you out of my sight… I won’t let it happen again. I’ll be there to protect you next time, I promise.”

“Ehh?” You shuffled on the spot, cheeks warming. “Oh, it’s not your fault at all, Giotto…! I’m okay!”

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

very familial with him. you doing something very close with his Guardians. if his Guardians can truly learn to accept you, become close with you at the same time as he falls for you… he’s sure that’d be the best outcome. his whole relationship he gauges his Guardians reactions, too. so if you can all be just as close, like family, I think he’d happily fall in love with ease after that point

“Primo.” G nodded down at you two once before nodding in the direction you came from. “It’ll be no good letting them run around. I’ll go find the one they ran from. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, you’re going?” You had reached out to grab one of G’s sleeves, eyes wide. “Ah, I know you can fight… Be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt, especially if I upset him further…”

G hummed lowly, reaching up to pet your hand gently twice before squeezing in reassurance and then returning your hand to Giotto’s. “Appreciated, but I’ll definitely be fine, so there’s no need to worry. One of the others should be back soon - they better be, anyways.”

“Right, of course.”

You watched G wander off before jumping when he stopped short of the bushes to point across the clearing. “Hey! Get over there and help them out; they’re injured!”

“Pardon? Of course!”

You turned quickly to look over your shoulder at Asari, smiling crookedly and holding up your hands along with Giotto’s. “Just a few scrapes, so don’t worry too much.”

“Yes, they made it out on their own.” Giotto sounded a bit proud as he said this, turning you gently to face Asari. “After beating him themselves.”

Asari blinked in surprise at this before smiling, watching you hold up your hands, palms facing him. “Oh my. Did you? Excellent work. I’m glad you’re alright. Let me see them.”

“Yes! I’m not strong by any means, but…! They don’t hurt much, so if you need to we can wait until we return to the estate.”

“That won’t do. We should treat them here while we have the time. Is that okay?”

You could feel Giotto squeeze your shoulders, encouragingly, reassuringly, and you acquiesced.

There was something about watching you get tended to by one of his Guardians; one nagging thought that this may only be the first time… and not the last that this will happen. But a greater thought that you truly were cherished by the Vongola, and for now he chose to focus on that one instead.

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seeing someone reblogged smth and then then deleting it or smth I guess… kinda sucks. please reblog my work and share it around if you like it!! reblogs are the only way to get my stuff out there!! I enjoy seeing every interaction more than anything but also I know I need reblogs to help!! thank you always for your support!!!

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I felt such a strong, visceral reaction to this post specifically and had to write something really short and dumb for it literally immediately I’m so serious holy shit. in love with this. I’m gonna cry

character/s: superbi squalo, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 359

warnings: swearing

prompt: squalo runs colder than most

“It’s too cold! I don’t want to go on this stupid mission!”

Squalo watched you kick up a fuss, quiet as you gathered your stuff. He paid attention to every item you grabbed so he would remember them, so you wouldn’t complain about losing them if you forgot one on your way back.

“I just wanna stay here! It sucks, but it’s indoors at least…!”

“Just hurry up. The faster we leave, the faster this gets done, the faster we get home.”

You grumbled about it the entire way out of the estate, and he let you grouch on your way through. It’d get it out of your system and then you could get to work; you at least knew when to shut up.

You also promptly ignored every dig or mocking remark made at you as you pulled on gloves, a thicker coat, earmuffs. Because of your thick snow boots, the scarf you were wrapping around your neck. They could make fun of you all they liked, but you wanted to stay warm. Fuck ‘em.

Once you’d made enough of a trek away from the estate, pushing through snow with irritation, you eventually slowed to a stop.

“What?”

Squalo stopped next to you, and leant down when you waved at him to. He stayed still, head bowed a touch so you could reach up and slip your (his) earmuffs onto his head. He straightened with a low noise, a grunt of thanks.

“You should start killing people if they’re gonna make fun of you for wearing fucking earmuffs, you know.”

He blinked at you slowly before lifting a leg. You yelled out when he hooked his foot into the back of your knees and you fell, knees hitting the snow.

“You bastard! Give them back and freeze, then!”

Squalo snorted and headed off again, not waiting for you to scramble out of the snow and catch up to him. You didn’t.

He jerked forward after you threw a crudely made snowball at the back of his head, poorly constructed due to your gloves.

“Oi! You stupid bitch; just get up and come on!”

“Bastard! That’s what you get!”

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Hibari for earl grey and chai tea pls

hiiii anon!!! all good, thank you! weeeee everyone suddenly wants to know how they spice up their relationships lol. but these were fun, thank you!!

character/s: tyl!hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: the second one is intentionally written to come off suggestive in the narration and dialogue lol

prompt: tea prompts (coffee, chai tea)

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

hah. ha. well, not in the most… convenient way…? not that he’s ever had to worry about his partner cheating on him or being unfaithful, and usually walking around publicly as Hibari Kyoya’s partner you’d skip a lot of people trying to hit on you. but I think he’d still get… unnecessarily…. competitive? he knows he’s stronger, he knows he’s better, this other person can eat shit. it’s all very stupid truthfully lmfao

Their nervousness was getting worse the longer this conversation went on. You were trying to steer it into something that would help comfort him, but Kyoya’s presence was like a wall. Unmoving, unfaltering.

“Oh, the time…” You looked up at Kyoya for a moment. “You’ve got to go, don’t you?”

Kyoya nodded once. “Yes. A meeting.” Your expression flattened when he held the other’s gaze evenly. “A Guardian meeting.”

The flaunting of his title seemed to work a bit, because the man you’d been talking to flinched a little. You could almost hear Kyoya snort in amusement over the reaction, so you grabbed his arm, tightly.

“You should get going, then. Don’t want to be late.”

“It’d be a shame if someone held me up, huh.”

“O-Oh! I’ll let you get to it then, Sir!” You smiled warily as the man in front of you bowed his head and left with a quiet goodbye in your direction, waving.

Once he was gone you turned to smack Kyoya’s arm before doing it again for good measure. “What’s wrong with you? Cut it out.”

“It’s kind of funny, isn’t it? I wonder how they’ve survived this long.”

You turned him and forced him down the hall with a loud noise. “You’re like a mafia anomaly to these people. Stop scaring people for no reason.”

“They’re scared because they know I’m stronger.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

right. so, you’d know how to fight already by his standards. I think for shits and giggles he’d just give you his weapons. just let you go to town learning them, and I bet he’d probably think that’s soooooo attractive, sooooooo cool and sexy. he’s a stickler for the rules (the ones he likes following, at least) so he wouldn’t do anything too reckless, but fighting is right up his alley, so letting your learn with something apart of him is the way he’d go about it

“Harder!”

You seemed to do well, getting yelled at and commanded into things, because your next swing at the dummy took the wooden head off it’s stiff shoulders, letting the heavy ‘thunk’ echo in the training room.

“Yeah!” You threw your hands up, gripping his tonfa tightly. “Got his stupid ass head off!” You turned to grin at him, eyes wide and sparkling. Chest heaving with adrenaline from training. Very clearly expecting praise.

Kyoya sighed softly, head tilting, but he watched you with amusement. He waved a hand at you, instructing you to come closer, and you came immediately.

Once close enough, he lifted a hand to pet you on the head once. “Good job. Now go destroy the others and I’ll give you a reward.”

The way you visibly lit up, practically vibrating with excitement, was almost endearing. He waved you off and you ran off with a laugh, lifting up a tonfa threateningly. They looked good in your hands.

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I ended up doing things yesterday (and will be today) apparently so I’ve been busy but I’m gonna start working on requests soon 💪🏻 hopefully tonight once I get home!!

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an anon sent a request saying they had sent one the last time I did these prompts and I realised I’m like “send requests!” I could just go back and see if I missed any, which is highly likely. LMFAO I’ll try to do that too ksjdjcjc BUT THANK YOU FOR THE REQUESTS SO FAR IM LOOKING FORWARD TO WRITING THEM

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realising I should make a tea prompts masterlist since I’ve done so many lol

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look at me y’all

send requests for these prompts

thank you in advance

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Hello I hope this ask finds you well! Happy to see the tea prompts again bc they’re so so so cute 🫖🥹

I have a fewww ideas.. bc I just love everything about your writing and I’m curious about your take on rooibos tea w/ Squalo orrr earl grey w/ Hibari (I absolutely adore the way you characterize himshdnshdjdh)

If neither of those suit your fancy, matcha tea with any character that comes to mind for ya? I’m excited to see your posts floating around again and know I’ll continue to love anything you pen for us🫧🤍

waaaaah thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it so greatly!!! I chose to do both because I’m in the mood to, and I’m so thankful for the support! I hope these are to your liking!

character/s: superbi squalo, hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: huh. nothing for once

prompt: tea prompts (rooibos tea, earl grey tea)

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Squalo’s either a huge fan of resting or hates it entirely. for the sake of this, it’s not resting per se, but… he likes to relax with you, very specifically. even if he’s working; being able to actually relax is rare, and nice. watch for if he removes his sword with you around; he likes to do maintenance on it with you around because it’s not stressful, not work, and with you. it’s a sign of comfort and vulnerability

You were complaining about something, rolling around on the floor beside him as you went on and on. He didn’t care much about all the movement; you maintained a good distance so you wouldn’t knock into him.

“Besides, it was stupid to begin with and if they’d listened to me in the first place it wouldn’t have happened at all!”

“Mhm.”

You glanced over at Squalo, stretching your arms out to rest your head on. He glanced up at your silence, and his shoulders slumped. This didn’t stop him from polishing his blade, the action repetitive, calming, like habit.

“What?”

He huffed when you smiled in that silly, dreamy way you did when you were enamoured with something. It still had to take some getting used to, seeing it directed at him.

“Nothin’. You look so nice and relaxed for once. Boss is gonna kick that out a window once you’re done.”

He grumbled something under his breath at this. It wouldn’t last very long, but still. He felt relaxed, for once. The soothing motions of sharpening and polishing his sword was a comfort to him. You rolling around on the floor like a kid was a comfort to him.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere for at least another half hour.” Your eyes started to light up at this, and he almost laughed at the way you started kicking your feet back and forth in the air. “You’re stuck with me until then.”

“Favourite thing to be stuck with.”

early grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

if he’s an adult, he’d be… a bit more normal lol. I think he’d be very careful while getting to know you, but he’d like to show you how strong and reliable he is. y’know, adult in the mafia kind of stuff. younger though, he’d be a lot more… of a loser about it. he’d want to make sure you can also look after yourself in the future with him! so he’d stick to you like glue at school, be suuuuper annoying and stuff. fight, probably.

“Can’t you go easy on me or something at least?!”

“Doing that won’t keep you alive in a real fight, will it?”

You made a loud noise of complaint, but you still got back onto your feet to return to your original position. Kyoya gripped his tonfa a little tighter, nodding to himself.

If you could not even get up and keep training, there would be no point in trying.

There was potential in you he knew was there, and he’d be damned if the one he’d grown attached to would get killed because you didn’t try to get stronger. It only made sense to him that the one who put you through this was him and no one else. No one else would take it seriously.

“Get ready, then.”

You whined, but steeled your shoulders. Your gaze on him sharpened, eyes narrowing, and he felt his lips twitch up into a smirk.

Exactly the spark he wanted to see.