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Aw thank you. ❤ We’ll say this takes place when Shuu is slightly older than the current manga, so he’s not dating a child.

– He probably noticed his s/o earlier, because they wouldn’t stop flirting with him and it was AWKWARD due to their age.

– But he did admire their persistence. In fact, they reminded him of himself chasing after Kaneki.

– Eventually, he saw them again a few years later, while they had just started college. They waved human food in front of him and teased him about not being able to eat it. He’s been smitten since.

– They bantered back and forth for a few years before his s/o finally asked him out.

Scenario:

“Me? A date with you, mademoiselle?” gasps Shuu, pressing his hand to his heart.

“Yeah, with me.” They hold out a rose.

Shuu winces. He’s so into roses. And of course they know that.

“We could just bake in my apartment,” they add. “Because I bought the new Rc mix to add to human food so ghouls can eat. Let’s make that cheesecake you’ve always wanted. What do you say?”

Shuu hesitates to gather his thoughts.

“I know I was a pain in the ass as a kid, but I’m not a kid anymore and I am your friend. Let’s try more than that.” They smile hopefully, but he sees that their hands are shaking.

Shuu gasps. “Finally.”

He sweeps them off their feet to plant a kiss on their lips.

Can you write about Yomo being in a happy stable relationship, but his s/o is nine years younger and because of the age gap he feels guilty?

I can always write about Yomo.

Yomo marvels at his s/o’s beautiful and nubile body, stretched out over him and bathed in morning light.

“What is it?” His s/o cracks their eyes open. They stretch and snuggle closer to Yoyo’s chest.

He sighs. “Just…I love you.”

They regard him with a telltale smile. “You’re worried about how old you are again.”

“I’m not old,” he says gruffly.

“I know that, but do you?” They reach up to tap his nose. “You’re whom I’ve chosen to be with, Renji. I don’t care how old you are or what species you are. I want you.”

“Sometimes…I feel like I’m depriving you of your youth,” he admits, nuzzling their shoulder.

“Ha!” They throw back their head. “You’re the best part of my life. I don’t feel deprived. I’m happy.”

“I am too,” he says honestly. “That’s, I think, where the fear comes from.”

“Well, I understand.” They entwine their fingers with his and give him that striking smile that never fails to make his heart skip. “And there’s no one I’d rather spend my youth, my middle age, and my latter years with.”

Yomo pulls them close for a passionate kiss.

Tsukiyama, Yomo, Juuzou, Ayato, and maybe Saiko or Hinami reacting to their ghoul s/o being suicidal or a self harmer (I don’t mean any disrespect in the least, I was just asking for some angsty type stuff to help me with ideas for writing)?

I understand, and I’m not against writing potentially controversial topics (because they are usually real things faced by real people) so long as we’re not glorifying it. ❤

That being said: trigger warning for self-harm and suicide.

If you’re in a crisis and in the US, please call 1-800-273-8255, or if you like texts, 741741. They’re pretty great and no, you won’t get in trouble. (Also feel free to message me, because I love you already and like you alive, though I am not a professional like the previous resources).

Tsukiyama

– When you first tell him, he can’t comprehend this. Even at his most depressed, he’s never wanted to hurt himself.

– Though he can’t grasp it, he’ll hold you as long as you feel in danger. He’ll cry with you, rock you to sleep, and promise you his love.

– He’ll later invest in a high-quality therapist, should you be open to it.

Yomo

– You’re ashamed to tell Yomo about your self-harm. He discovers when he smells blood and finally asks you about it.

– If you try to dismiss his concerns, he’d probably call you on your lies and impress how concerned he is.

– Internally cries at the idea of you hurting yourself, but outwardly listens to everything you say. Asks questions only on occasion.

– Tells you he’ll work with you, encourage you, hold you accountable. Because he loves you. And he might want you to see someone, too, though he’ll let it be your decision.

Juuzou

-He understands you better than most, because he too kinda liked the release he felt from stitching himself.

– That being said, he loves you, and he knows just hurting yourself is a bad idea. Mr. Shinohara would try to guide you away gently, and he’ll mimic him.

– It may not be a permanent solution, but Suzuya suggests that you tell him the next time you feel this way. He’ll stitch your skin, using a less-dangerous method to at least yield something pretty for your pain.

Ayato

– What the fuck? He might swear at the absurdity of your suggestion that the world is better off without you.

– He paces back and forth, scaring you further, but as soon as he realizes that he’s not helping, he grabs you in an embrace.

– “I fucking love you, and I would never recover if you left. We’ll get through this, okay? I’m not fucking going anywhere,” he growls in your ear.

Saiko

– She’s suspected this for a while, but hasn’t known what to do.

– She is not exactly surprised – she knew kids in the academy, and even family members, who had mental health issues.

– Suggests you find a new hobby to relax you instead of hurting yourself. Drawing? Watching anime with her? Just text her that you’re not feeling good and she will be there for you.

– She’s rooting for you all the way.

– Also writes/draws an entire manga of you metaphorically beating your mental-health demons.

Hinami

– she’s appalled, but Hinami is probably the kindest, gentlest person you could ask to discover your secret.

– She tells you about the despair she felt when her parents died, and that she’s struggled with the desire to stop the pain, too.

– She holds your hands the entire time until you’re stable, checks in on you daily, and is never judgmental. Her bright smile is contagious, and you consider that it might be worth living just to see her smile again.

erica akita (brookes little sister) dislikes hajime and mayuzumi bc she thinks that they both have cooties.

Based on @koyuki-tan‘s “Peace Sign.”

“Hi Erica, do you want to sit with us?” Mayazumi anxiously waves from the table he’s sharing with Hajime. His hand holds a sandwich that promptly flies apart.

Erica shakes her head. “No, thank you.”

Mayazumi looks crushed.

“Of course she didn’t. She’s a girl,” sneers Hajime, trying to cover up the existential crisis he’s currently experiencing. Erica turning Mayazumi down? Mayazumi’s even more handsome than he is.

“And you’re a boy with cooties,” Erica fires back.

“I’ll give you cooties!” Hajime leaps to his feet, firing forth his kagune.

Erica rolls her eyes. “Now you’re gonna get in trouble.”

Hajime growls. “Shut up.”

“Hajime Hazuki, what are you doing?” calls Aura Shinsanpei, striding across the room.

“Getting in trouble,” Erica answers sweetly. She prances away to leave Mayazumi and Hajime dejected before an aggravated Aura.

Touka reaction to called “short”? (sorry for my bad english)

Has you seen Fullmetal Alchemist?

Nishiki was the recipient of this tiny, concentrated rage machine.

“Ow, ow, ow! Don’t!” Nishiki shrieked, leaping behind Koma. Touka hadn’t actually struck him, just rushed at him, and he reacted prematurely.

Irimi shook her head, unwilling to help as Koma held out Nishiki for the angry, advancing Touka.

Kaneki stared in a corner, feeling a rush of…feelings…that may or may not have included arousal.

“There we go!” Kimi swooped in to save the day by waving around footage of the incident on her phone, which she promptly send to Touka.

Can u please write about what happens after 161 and maybe a more indepht reaction from the other ccg to urie carrying haise back to camp

“Haise!” Akira sprints towards the Quinx and Touka, Amon on her heels. “Is he -”

“He’s breathing,” Urie says quickly.

“Thank goodness.” Akira glances towards Hide, who hardly dares to breathe. His friend is here; helpless and unconscious, but here.

“Get him under observation,” Marude says nervously.

“You got it.” Kimi Nishino snaps her fingers at her fellow scientists. She hasn’t seen Kaneki in years. Memories of her time in the church haunt her as she looks at his limp body.

“You okay?” Nishiki whispers.

She nods, swallowing a lump n her throat.

Across the room, Tsukiyama himself, the villain in her story, cries at the sight of Kaneki.

“He never stopped being a drama queen, did he?” Nishiki jokes.

Kimi smiles. “I guess not.”

“Tsukiyama, can you go tell Hinami and Yomo about this?” Touka asks wearily. She slumps a bit, and Mutsuki holds her upright, to Saiko’s pleasure.

“I’ll go, too,” Ayato says quickly.

“Thanks,” Touka tells her brother with a tired smile. She grips Kaneki’s hand as the scientists place him on a bed. “You’re gonna be okay, Ken. I promise.”

not really a scenario or anything i’ve just been really deep in my takirona feels recently: youtube(.)com/watch?v=65dr9snyyZA her bangs/dark hair and the way her movements keep in her in one place versus his baggy shirt/the way his hair falls around his face and big movements makes me think of seidou and kuro and the difference in posture when they were walking through the hall to get the suppressants and then when they decided to fight amon. (and also of course the added hint of romance)

Thank you for blessing the fandom with more takirona feels.

Kurona’s earphones are wedged into her ears, blasting K-Pop to hype herself up for what she knows she shouldn’t do, but desperately wants to.

She sways to the music as she stands outside :Re. The night is still. Most people are asleep by now.

Someone slinks up behind her. Or, more like stumbles, but he always stumbles.

“Sneaking off?” Seidou breathes against her shoulder.

Kurona removes one earphone. “Considering it.”

“Where will you go?” Seidou peers up at her.

“I want to find him. Kanou. Finding him would give Goat an advantage.” Kurona’s voice falls. “And I need to confront him. One last time.”

“I understand.” Seidou shivers. He doesn’t ever want to face Kanou again, but he’s not everyone. And he’s a coward who gave in to Kanou’s torments. “You should go. Kaneki will understand.”

Kurona nods. “I just…this was the one place where I felt like I belonged, you know? After Shiro.”

“I do.” Though he could never quite allow himself a place here, acceptance nipped on his heels all the same. “There’s somewhere I have to go, too.”

“Hmm?” Kurona raises her eyebrows.

“Hakatori. She’s alone and starving. She…she’s so young.” Seidou barks laughter. “I suppose I think that if I help her, it’s like I’m helping my younger self.” So selfish.

“You should go to her.” Kurona slowly swivels to face him. “You know, you’ve a good man, Seidou.”

His eyes widen, bright with tears. “I’m not even a man. I’m a ghoul.”

“You’re a good person, then. I’m not, really. But, you know, not many have changed species entirely. Not even Kaneki has. He’s still half-human. You and I have. I understand you, and I understand you’re good. Deep down, in here.” Kurona pokes his heart.

Seidou’s lips curled. “I’d like to think that if we’d met at CCG, we’d still be friends.”

“And then traitors together,” Kurona agrees, and he chuckles with humor this time.

“Best of luck.” Seidou’s hands brush hers.

“We’ll see each other again.” Kurona grabs his hands and squeezes. “And, Seidou, I’m proud of who you are.”

Can you do another yomo itori Uta friendship scenario ?

Certainly, Nonny-Mouse.

“Uta, fetch your boy,” Itori commands as she slouches over in front of the bar at Helter Skelter.

“Itori, you’re still hungover,” Uta warns her.

“I don’t care. Active – moving – that the cure.” Itori stumbles to her feet despite her screaming headache. “You and Ren are coming shopping with me.”

“If you make us stand around while you try out lingerie again…”

“That was years ago, Uta.” Itori snaps her fingers. “We’re going book shopping today. And, er, whatever else you want. Go get Renji.”

Uta returns half an hour later with Yomo, who is aggressively sipping coffee in preparation for whatever adventure Itori has devised. Wordless as always, he hands her a black coffee.

“You’re the best, you know that, Ren?” Itori gulps down the coffee. “Ooh, it burns.”

“It’s hot,” Yomo says.

“I know that! I like it scalding!” She swats his shoulder. “Let’s go!”

“You need a coat – it’s cold today,” Yomo tries.

“Don’t bother,” Uta says with a laugh. “This is gonna be fun.”

“Uh-huh.” Yomo raises an eyebrow as Itori drags them to the largest bookstore in the 20th ward. Few know it, but Itori has a hobby of reading dozens of history books and pointing out contradictions in them. Uta has transformed watching her rant about history into a sport.

And as they walk arm-in-arm, the three of them, lonely Uta and wild Itori and reserved Yomo, they all feel somehow like they belong.

Hello and happy late Valentines day! So I was wondering if you might do a fluffy Valentines day scenario for Eto and Itami. Thank you and have an excellent day/night.

You have a wonderful day/night too, Nonny-Mouse. ❤

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Eto wakes Itami by licking his eyeball.

“Eto, that’s disgusting.” Itami shifts over in bed.

“But you’re awake, so it was worth it.” Eto chuckles. “What if I take my shirt off? Will that wake you up more?”

“Eto!” Itami sits up in bed, eyes wide.

She giggles and delivers a lingering kiss to his lips.

“You know, I’m so much happier with you,” Itami confesses. Even as a traitor now, even as a spy, he’s happy in a way he never was when he served CCG. How could he be happy, when he was ordered to murder predatory ghouls who deserved it, and innocent ghoul children as if they were the same?

“That’s what they all say,” Eto jokes. But a faint blush appears on her cheeks, the only sign she’s moved by his words.

Itami wraps his strong arms around her, forever amused at the fact that, despite how tiny she is, she’s strong enough to overpower everyone at CCG save Arima is.

“I love you, too, Itami,” she whispers.

His eyes mist.

“And now.” Eto giggles before hurling him out of bed.

“Oof!”

“It’s lover’s day. There’s no time to waste, Itami.” Eto leaps to the floor. “Now let’s start with breakfast.”

Itami shakes his head, marveling at his saucy partner once more.

May I request a scenario where Yomo and Uta have the same love interest?

“Who’s that?” Uta nods in the corner of Anteiku, where a customer sits with a latte and their laptop. Their lips are puckered and their brow furrowed with concentration, and they’re altogether adorable.

“They’re a new regular,” Yomo says, uncomfortable with the interest Uta displays. “Not for eating.”

Uta gasps. “That was not the plan.”

Yomo swallows. “So, what is your plan?”

Uta’s the fun one, of course. Dangerous, tattooed, savvy. He gets all the lovers. But Yomo’s been watching them as they arrive to work every day, at 9 am on the dot, and he’s even exchanged pleasantries with them. And he…he wants to take them to dinner.

Uta tilts his head. “Is this a crush?”

Yomo snorts.

“It is.” Uta grins. “Well, may the best man win.”

Yomo simmers. He knows he can’t compare to Uta. He’s reserved, plain, boring. But…but…his heart still yearns.

Uta notices Renji’s sorrow, and hesitates.

That’s how the standoff begins. Every day for a week, Uta and Yomo show up to occasionally talk to the cute customer but each go no further, convinced the other was best for them.

Until, that is, Itori walks in. “Oh my god. The both of you.”

Itori breezes up to the person and grabs the seat across from them. After twenty minutes of talking, Itori has a phone number and a dinner date.

“And that,” she says with a bow as soon as the customer has left, “is how you do it, gentlemen.”