I love first kisses so may I ask for a takirona first kiss?

Yessssss.

“I’m shit.” Takizawa concludes his self-diatribe, leaving Kurona open-mouthed.

“Stop it. You ate your parents unknowingly. I knowingly ate my sister in a stupid attempt to save us both. And I failed!” Kurona leaps in front of Seidou and grabs his hands in hers. She shakes him. “Get up off your ass and forgive yourself!”

He’s taken aback by the fire in her eyes. “Uh…”

“Or I can’t forgive myself,” Kurona whispers.

“I know you’re petty enough,” Takizawa grouses. Despite the tension, they both snicker.

And then Kurona covers his mouth with hers. Her teeth clack against his, and Seidou realizes that, subconsciously, he’s already opened his mouth.

Kuro?

Likes…

Me?

How do I deserve this?

Takizawa inhales as he pulls her closer, deepening their kiss like lovers might. Perhaps, forgiveness starts with returning a kiss.

This new episode reminded me how thirsty I am for Yomo so may I request something with him that’s nsfw? Your choice what you do if so babes you’re an amazing writer

Everyone is thirsty for Yomo or they’re lying.

You’ve spent many a day with the Raven since you first became morgue director. You deliver unclaimed bodies – or body parts – to :Re, and your friendship has slowly developed. You even ventured on a mission to procure suicide victims – and any identification detail you can use to give closure to their families.

But now, it’s past midnight, and you’re lounging at his kitchen table with two empty cups of coffee between you.

“I should head back,” you say, reluctantly.

“It’s dangerous this late,” Yomo says gruffly. “I’ll accompany you.”

As you stand, his hands land on your shoulders. A shiver runs through you, the very best kind.

You’re not sure what compels you, but you lean forward to peck a kiss on his cheek.

Yomo blushes, causing you to cackle in laughter.

And then you are both kissing. He hoists you onto the counter, wiping your hair back from your face to see your eyes. “Are you sure?”

Are you sure you want me?

A ghoul?

You caress his face with a kind smile. “Maybe I don’t have to go home after all.”

He shakes as he kisses you again. When he carries you to his bed and lays you down, you fumble to remove his coat. Both of you breathe in heavy gasps.

The feeling of his large, muscular body over your small one thrills you with paradoxical feelings of security. How lucky are you to share your life with this powerful, amazing ghoul?

He peers down into your eyes, his forehead sticky with sweat, face red from exertion and slight embarrassment. “I love you.”

You laugh a little. “I love you too, Raven.”

So I’m rereading the og manga and I’m at the bit where Yoriko is visiting Touka’s and sees Kaneki’s shoes and says “Ayato’s home…?” Which tells me they’ve met at least a couple times. Can you write a scenario for right after Dragon War she tries to have a chat with him?

Yesssss.

“Hi there.” Yoriko nods at Ayato. The halls of CCG are filled with ghouls, hybrids, and humans, and somehow, she’s managed to find a Kirishima.

He winces. “You.”

“I saw you once, a year ago. I called out, but you disappeared…” Yoriko’s voice trails off. “I wanted to find your sister so badly.”

“She didn’t want you to. fr your own safety.” Ayato shrugs. “She’s stubborn like that.”

“Her?” Yoriko narrows her eyes.”You were the kid who fought her over the necessity of brushing his teeth!”

“I was thirteen!” Ayato scowls, but his eyes twinkle.

“You didn’t want to brush your teeth?” A pretty girl with light-brown hair appears.

“Hinami, right?”Yoriko brightens, and Hinami embraces her.

“Uh, I’ve changed, Hina,” Ayato says quickly.

“Oh, is that so?” Yoriko cocks an eyebrow. “Hinami, is he your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Hinami replies.

“I am?” Ayato asks, visible relief on his face.

“If you aren’t, I’ll stab you,” says Touka’s warm voice behind Yoriko.

Yoriko gasps and whirls around. For a moment, the two best friends stare at each other.

“Don’t make me sick,” grouses Ayato. “Hug already!”

Yoriko giggles and throws herself into Touka’s arms. “He hasn’t changed so much, has he?”

Have we?

Maybe can we have Masanori, Miki, auntie Koharu, and some of the others throw a surprise party for Uihai day?

UIHAI DAY: The official middle day between Hairu and Ui’s birthdays!

Based on characters from @koyuki-tan‘s Peace Sign and ScapeGOAT.

“What are you giggling about?” Hairu teases, watching her pink-haired child snicker and slowly curl his fingers, gesturing for her to approach. He leans out of :Re, swinging on the door.

“You’ll see. You too, Daddy.” Masanori grins at Ui.

Hairu and Ui exchange glances as they approach the coffee shop.

“SURPRISE!” Masanori screams, along with Koharu, Ryohei, The Quinx and Beta Quinx, Touka and Kaneki and GOAT and TSC.

The shop is crammed full, but a banner swings from the ceiling.

Happy National UiHai Day!

Hairu squeals and jumps up and down. Ui ducks his face, red with embarrassment.

“You planned this?” he asks his son.

“With help,” Masanori says shyly, gesturing to Miki and Auntie Koharu.

“Thank you so much!” Hairu tackles her children in a hug.

“We baked special melon pan,” Koharu assures them. “Or, rather, Touka did.”

“Hurrah!” Hairu claps her hands, trembling with delight. No one ever celebrated her brithday in the Garden. Now she has a family and friends, and they’re celebrating her birthday along with her husband’s!

Ui wraps his arms around his wife. “For you, I’ll deal with Uihai day,” he mumbles in her ear.

Hey can I make a request. A Yomo scenario with a suicidal so? Like after they tried to die? I would really appreciate it love

❤ ❤ ❤

Content warning for suicidal thoughts. Also, if you feel this way – you’re not alone. The world is better for you in it, I promise. ❤

Yomo’s heart plummets when he sees them hunched over in a corner of their bathroom, a knife in their hands.

Their shoulders quake as he approaches, and to his relief, he sees that they have not harmed themselves today.

“I’m sorry,” they whisper, voice cracking.

“For what?” Yomo gently removes the knife and places it on their bathroom counter. He sits besides them and rubs their shoulder. He’s not usually a touchy-feely person, but with them, he wants to be.

“I just – can’t stop – there’s no reason for it – I just overreact.” They wipe their eyes. “I’m not even a ghoul; it’s not like life is so hard for me.”

“Don’t say that.” Yomo winces; he’s heard that’s not a helpful thing to say. Oops. “I mean, your life is still hard, [Name]. And you’re strong for facing it. And for facing these thoughts.”

“Am I? I took you away from your work.” They curse. “I’m so manipulative.”

“You’re not. I asked you to call me if you had another problem like this, and you did.” Yomo smooths their hair. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I just feel hopeless.”

“I know. I know, but I’m here to help you through this.” Yomo kisses their forehead. “I promise, I’m not leaving. You can talk to me.”

He’s not usually a talkative person, but with them, he needs to be. And he’s okay with that. He loves them, and he’s not giving up on them, even if they’ve given up on themselves from time to time.

Since I’m dealing with some depression currently… Maybe something sweet, with Juuzou and Mama Shinohara? Her stepping into her husband’s shoes, so to speak, to provide a loving parental figure in his life? Reassuring him that both she and her husband love him like their son, and their children see him as their older sibling? Sorry if it’s out of the blue, I just… I really need something like this, right now.

❤ Hugs. I am too. ❤ Feel free to message me whenever you want!

Suzuya Juuzou makes it almost out of the hospital before he breaks down. He falls to the ground, crying into his knees.

It’s all so unfair.

He’s not sure how long he sobs, but he tries to stop once someone taps him on the shoulder. “Huh?”

“Juuzou, are you okay?”

To his surprise, he looks up to see Mrs. Shinohara crouching besides him. A sad smile adorns her face, and she holds out her arms, as if he can hug her.

Suzuya hesitates. “I … I’m all alone now.”

Mrs. Shinohara shakes her head. “No, no you’re not.”

He gasps as she wraps her arms around him. “Yukinori loved you like a son, and I’m sure he still does, even if he’s unconscious. And so will I.”

“R-really?” Suzuya’s eyes begin to well.

“Really.” She strokes his head. “Would you like to come over for dinner? My children would like to spend more time with their older brother.”

Her eyes. There’s no disgust in them. Just like Mr. Shinohara. Juuzou musters the strength to nod and follow her away from the hospital.

Itori accidebtally scaring the living shit out of Uta with a pregnancy test that isn’t even hers but a friend who needed support, please? I just wanna mess with him x)

#Canon.

Itori has just finished tucking her friend into bed. Itori’s bed, to be exact, which she has dutifully maintained as the squishiest bed in Tokyo. Itori finds it useful for the ghouls who come to her for help, when they’re pregnant from human partners and unsure what to do.

Itori helps them.

She hums to herself and turns off the lights. But when she dances back downstairs, she finds Uta staring at the trash can.

Itori swallows the laugh bubbling inside her. “Hi there.”

Uta nods.

“Can’t speak?” she purrs.

“Hi.” Uta points to the trash can. The trash can holding a positive pregnancy test.

“Wouldn’t you like a little Utatori?” she asks sweetly.

Blood drains from Uta’s face. He sways – he actually fucking sways – and that’s when Yomo catches him.

“Aw, Ren’s here too!” Itori claps her hands.

“I don’t – I mean – ” Uta wipes his sweating palms on Yomo’s coat.

“Relax, idiot. It’s a friend’s.” Itori tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Women gotta help each other out from time-to-time.”

“Really?” Uta peers at her.

“You didn’t know that?” Yomo asks.

“No!”

“Well, now you do.” Itori pats Uta on his head. “Unfortunately, my bed’s taken by my friend tonight.”

Uta chokes as Itori quickly retreats, holding her phone aloft like a prize.

“You recorded this?!” Uta shrieks.

I’m so so happy you’re feeling at least a bit more okay ♡. Can you maybe write something where Uta’s ex girlfriend and Yomo have a chat and she blurts out that she “totally knew Uta was into him”?

“How long did you take to realize you had feelings for him?” Uta’s ex is a lanky woman in a slinky dress, with exotic makeup and more glitter than the sun. Very much Yomo’s opposite.

“Uh…” Yomo mutters. His face turns red.

“Aw, you’re adorable,” she coos. “I’m really not mad, Renji. I’ve got my eye on others, don’t you worry.”

Yomo rolls his eyes. “I am not worried.”

“Then answer the question!”

Yomo yanks his coffee cup to his mouth and chugs. “Shortly after I came to Anteiku.”

She blinks. “That long, huh? Before I was dating Uta.”

“Yup.” He shrugs, as if it were nothing. “I never tried to interfere, I promise.”

“I know you didn’t Renji.” She pokes his nose.”You’re an honorable sort.”

She sighs. “Well, I suppose that’s why you did interfere. In a sense.”

“Huh?”

“I totally knew Uta was into you!” she blurts out. “It was obvious. I felt like I was holding you two back, a distraction so he could avoid his feelings for you.”

She snaps her fingers with a satisfied smirk. “And after all these years, here I am, finally winning our last argument.”

Yomo chuckles, partially with relief, partially with amazement. Uta loved him back then, too? How much time have they wasted by not allowing themselves to live?

Well, they won’t waste anymore.

“I’ll take officiating your vows as proper payment,” she adds, sending a thrill through Renji’s stomach.

Life is good to live.

A Levihan tg au where Levi is an Ukaku One-Eyed Ghoul and Hanji is a Koukaku Quinx?

Hi I love Levihan. I honestly thought they were a couple the first time I saw them in the anime.

“Levi, look!” Hanji examines her forearm, which is severed at the elbow. “I seem to have small veins. Fascinating.”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Shitty Glasses?” He curses. “Put your arm back on.”

“I’d rather regrow it and examine this.” Hanji waves her arm back and forth.

“Don’t splatter your blood on me!” he snipes.

“Fine, fine.” Hanji waves her hand languidly. “How’d the mission end? I got, uh, my ass handed to me here.”

Levi refuses to acknowledge such a poor pun. “TSC seems to have captured most of the enemies.”

He doesn’t say how sick he felt when he saw the rampaging ghoul leave the room Hanji had been left in. How he cut his way through a dozen ghouls just to fly in here and see Hanji examining herself.

Hanji smiles slyly though, because she recognizes exactly how he felt. “Aw, did Levi care?”

He narrows his eyes as his sole kakugan emerges. “Don’t annoy me, Quinx.”

“Levi loves me,” Hanji sings as she struggles to her feet.

She smirks when Levi grabs her shoulder to steady her. “Told ya so.”

“Sure, sure,” he grumbles. “Let’s go meet up with the squad and get a medic looking at you.”

I’m really craving a Tsukikana reunion. Maybe an au where she was taken to Cochlea and then Kaneki takes her to meet up with Tsukiyama and they reunite? I would love that ever so much!

Please yes.

Tsukiyama paces the cheap tiled floors of Kaneki’s designated safe house. Touka texted that they were successful. Kaneki is joining them on their way back from Cochlea, with a freed Hinami.

He’s scared to see Kaneki. Scared his friend will reject him, after throwing him off a roof, after – Karren.

The door finally opens, and Tsukiyama whirls around with the bouquet of flowers he bought for little Hinami. “Welcome home!”

Hinami breaks into a smile, and even Ayato grins. A heavily injured Yomo staggers in, leaning by a former CCG investigator – Hirako, if Tsukiyama recalls. Three children in CCG uniforms follow, and finally an unconscious Kaneki cried by Touka.

And then another lanky figure steps inside, locking the door behind them.

Tsukiyama cries out.

Karren stares at him. Thin, her maroon hair a mess. Her lips part.

“Karren?” he whispers her name, her real name.

“M – master Shuu.” Karren swallows as tears fill her eyes.

“Let’s leave them.” Touka beckons everyone to follow her into the kitchen.

“You’re alive.” Tsukiyama doesn’t move. For once, the gourmet’s response is silence and stillness. He’s not sure why he’s responding so differently to Karren.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Tsukiyama blurts out. He lunges across the room to sweep her in his arms and kiss her, seizing the chance he has always regretted missing.

“M -”

“Don’t call me Master anymore,” he pleads. “Just Shuu.”

“Shuu,” Karren says, a tender smile on her face. After all, she knows a thing or two about calling people by their chosen names.

Tsukiyama tightens his embrace. There’s so much to talk about. “I – do I deserve to be this happy?”

“Yes,” Karren says firmly.

“Can I kiss you again, then?”