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liannelara-dracula · 1 month

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How would the TG boys act if they found out their s/o cheated on them?

(Sorry if this has been asked before)

Ken:

He had known for a while but couldn’t confirm it.

He waited for more evidence.

Ken even waited for you to come clean but you didn’t

He hadn’t cried or anything he was just confused and he didn’t understand why you had done it.

He would have preferred you’d just talk to him.

He waited for you when you came back and was arguing with you about it all.

“You smell like him.”

“Ken, I’m not—“

“Save it, get your things an leave. I don’t want to see you.”

Hide:

Was in denial about it for a while.

He didn't think you would ever do something like that.

Hide would brush it off at first but looked into it himself.

When he did, he kept it to himself, he didn't ask you about it.

He wanted to, but he also had trouble believing it.

At some point it became very clear to him and he realized he had to confront you because there was no point in keeping this on.

You came home late and he seemed unphased.

"Having your best friend all over you instead of me?"

"Hide, I didn't mean for it to get this far."

"But you knew you were doing it? I've watched you the entire time for three months. You don't sound like you feel guilt, Y/n, you're just ashamed that I found out!"

"Don't say things like that, Hide."

"I'm not putting up with this I'm leaving, we're over."

Ayato:

His ego is so hurt

Honestly to prideful to admit that he cares.

But he does.

Once he found out, he just stormed out of your life.

He didn't want to do anything.

Just by cheating it was enough for him to leave and never want to see you again.

Would get into a fight with the guy you are sleeping with.

Might even kill him.

Would feel that you were a waste of time.

Yomo:

Hurt, he'd never see it coming.

He let you in, he doesn't do that often.

Yomo was certain you were someone who would never hurt him.

He was always convinced that he would ruin it.

But he was wrong, and he hates it.

He felt betrayed and almost couldn't face you but he needed to hear it from you.

"It's true." You'd admit

"Why?"

"Its--things have changed, were not the same anymore. I should've said something--"

"Leave." He'd say, not wanting to here more about your reasons.

"Ren."

"I'm not doing this with you, get out."

Uta:

It's very possible he doesn't give a fuck, because he usually never does.

All of his relationships pass time so he's probably cheating on you before you were cheating on him.

Honestly has no hard feelings about it.

This is mostly because if he doesn't care, polygamy is okay.

If he cares, polygamy is not okay.

Will be really mad and will not want to talk to you.

He will treat you badly and nothing is about/for you anymore.

Is a completely different person and won't forgive you.

"I'm not your boyfriend anymore, Y/n. Don't expect me to help you."

He honestly doesn't want to talk to you about it, he'll just leave.

Furuta:

Oh no, you are dead.

You literally will be dead, I mean, you need to run for your life.

For like years, do not let him find you.

Because even if he does obess over you his ego is hurt and he will not tolerate it.

And if he's obsessed it will be much worse.

Very abusive, and psychotic about the whole thing. He'd even gaslight you into thinking you don't deserve him.

"I love you, I give you everything, you fucking whore!" He'd argue throwing something at you.

You'd apologize in tears, mostly due to fear not anything else.

Knowing him, he probably just thought you cheated even though you didn't.

He'd consider anything you do cheating.

Takizawa (ghoul):

Do not do this to him.

He doesn't deserve this, he gives you everything.

Loves you with his heart and soul.

This is basically the last straw for him, like he will not go and be with someone else.

In fact, he might just be mad for a while but still stay with you because he loves you that much he just wants to start over.

Taki would be very hurt deep down and even if he took you back things would be different.

He wouldn't be able to treat you the same after everything.

He still loves you but it hurts to know that you don't love him the same.

He found out on his own by just observing you when he thought things were suspicious, but he wanted to trust you.

"You know I just can't understand why, Y/n? We have everything go so well and you just--"

"I'm sorry--"

"Sorry doesn't work! It's not a small mistake!"

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tg-pilled · 2 months

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Redrew the pookies ever

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mossy-rot · 5 months

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The Smell of Rotting Gardenias

Cross-posted to AO3, my piece for @captain-astors for the tokyo ghoul pair up!

Drip, drip, drip.

Hide stared at the flowers before him, watching the dew slide off the petals, drop by drop.

Drip, drip, drip.

A ladybug crawled up the stem, slowly. His fingers raised to his face, brushing over the thick bandages with featherlight touch.

Drip, drip, drip.

Images of a damp, cold sewer came to mind. Blurred images of his feet on the concrete, of his hand on a man’s shoulder, of the drool that slid down lips and chin.

Drip, drip, drip.

The ladybug is caught by one of the drops, dragging it down, against its struggle. His fingers clench in the bandages.

Drip, drip, drip.

He remembers his words. He remembers hunger. He remembers pain.

Drip, drip.

A hand reaches into his vision, pale and slender, stopping the ladybug’s descent. It’s freed of its watery prison, now using tiny limbs to wipe away the liquid.

“Poor thing,” a voice murmurs, soft and raspy but not without a lilt that spoke of extravagance. They set the bug on top of the flower, a petal without dew, and watched it scurry away.

Hide lifts his head to see the owner of the voice, letting his eyes settle on him.

As expected from his hand, the man was slender- with a paled pallor to his skin that screamed of sickness, if the way his hospital-sanctioned clothes hung loose on his figure hadn’t said enough. Despite this, his hair- vibrant as a damn marker in its purple color- was still neatly combed, styled to perfection.

Strange, to be so well preened in a hospital courtyard. He felt- well, what was left of his mouth- twitch up into an amused smile.

He leaned over to his side of the stone bench, picking up his notepad. Scribbling a quick note onto the page, he tore it off, offering it up to the man.

The stranger startled at first, looking down at the paper with surprise, before reading the message.

“Save bugs here often?”

It’s a silly question, but he enjoys the way the man’s face crinkles with confusion.

“Oh, no, I’m..” His eyes wander, before he coughs into his fist. “I’m new here. This is my first day out in the courtyard.”

Hide’s eyebrows raise, and his pencil goes right back to the page.

He flips the notebook around, letting him read the message. “Welcome to the garden, I guess. It’s better than inside for sure. I’m Hide.” After he’s sure he read the note, he puts the book down and extends his hand.

“Oh- well, you’re certainly right about that.” He takes Hide’s hand in a gentle handshake. “My name is Shuu.”

Shuu gives a small smile that doesn’t reach the eyes, and sits beside Hide.

The silence they fell into couldn’t be described as comfortable, but he took what he could get. It beat someone trying to talk his ear off. The only noises present were the soft chirping of birds, the occasional bustle of people walking past, and the like.

Shuu barely so much as spared him a glance as they sat together, observing the ladybug he had rescued feast upon some stray aphids. Then again, Shuu didn’t seem to actually be looking at much- staring far past the meager garden, boring a hole into the flora with empty eyes.

As Hide expected, the man went just as he came; quietly, with little to say and the shuffle of someone only present by obligation.

Which is why when it happened a second time, Hide found himself intrigued.

Hide had developed what he liked to call a routine during his time in the hospital. The regular rounds of check-ups, bland meals every few hours, and his time out in the gardens- the only time he got to enjoy, to the best of his ability. The outside was, at bare minimum, free of sterile halls and the tired song of heart monitors.

To have a new addition to this routine was… interesting.

As the day before, he had huddled himself up on his usual spot- a cold, rough bench that got just enough sun to be tolerable- watching bugs skitter by.

He didn’t have time to get lost in his thoughts today, though, as by the time his mind began to wander into all those little dark corners, the space next to him was filled.

The glint of vibrant purple in the corner of his vision was enough to let him know who had taken the spot. It wasn’t unwelcome, really, just unexpected.

He wrote a quick note, sliding it over to the man. “Welcome back.”

Despite not glancing back over, he saw the hint of a smile in his peripheral vision.

Like the day before, they sat together in silence, observing the area around them, basking in the warm sunlight. He noticed that some of the plants had begun to wilt- the roses, maybe? He wasn’t sure what they were called.

He wondered if Shuu noticed, too.

Of course, he was still in the hospital. It was only a matter of time before they had to call him back into his little personal hell.

A woman, nice enough but surrounded by an aura of exhaustion that you felt bad simply by being there, walked up to him. “Alright, Hide. It’s time for your favorite part of the day,” she spoke, her words pressed through a sieve of corporate safe vocal inflections. He heaved a quiet sigh, near inaudible through the layers of gauze, as he lifted himself to his feet.

He didn’t acknowledge the soft ‘oh,’ of disappointment he heard, but he did manage to give a half-hearted wave as he was guided back into the building.

Check-ups went as they always did- poking and prodding here, a nasty jab of a needle there. At the very least, they didn’t make him look in the mirror this time.

By the time he manages to zone back in, the doctor seems to be on an entirely different subject. His facial reconstruction.

“We can’t guarantee the success of a voice box for you, but for the time being, it could be a good option. Then, you would be able to talk without the difficulty of your mouth in its current state.” The doctor said- what were they talking about before?- after handing him a stack of papers. He could assume they were.. some sort of waiver? He didn’t want to think about it right now.

He wasn’t allowed back outside that day. He could merely yearn for the spring chill from the confines of a room much colder than the free air, buzzing with fluorescent light.

He wondered if the news was right, about the Eye Patch ghoul being missing. About perhaps even being dead. He wondered if people would celebrate, if that was the case, or if people would move along with their day, as if nothing had changed.

He wondered if the ghoul missed him. He wondered if he thought about his taste, if he felt regret. He wondered if the pain was worth it. And as the night grew close, the sun dipping behind the horizon as it welcomed the stars, he touched his bandages with not an answer to speak of.

It happened again, again, again. But the seventh time it had happened, he was thankful.

Fresh air could only do so much, really. Not when you have all your secrets bundled up in a nice, tight rubber band ball, awaiting the one little slice that will make it go pop . It was a dangerous game, but it was one he didn’t mind playing.

Breaks were nice now and again, though.

As usual- a word which felt all too domestic- Shuu had saddled up next to Hide. With a glance, he could tell that something had changed. Gone were his hospital clothes, now replaced with a colorful cardigan and white dress pants, a white button down underneath. They still refused to fit right.

It wasn’t until one of the cracked, browned petals fell off did Shuu speak.

“They didn’t water it enough.” Was the statement, one utterly bizarre to have unprompted. Hide stared at him, meeting his eyes. He didn’t hold the contact for long.

“The soil needs to be damp all the time. Look at that,” He motioned toward the flowerbed, to the dry dirt beneath the plants. “They really should take better care of their gardens. Hell, I could do it- pardon my language, but honestly. What good are dead gardenias?”

It was the most he had ever heard the man speak in the few days he’s known him, and it made a terrible swirl of joy in his chest.

A dry, cracked noise that vaguely resembled a laugh escaped his throat. Picking up his notepad, he scribbled a note.

“Strong opinions on the flowers, huh?”

Shuu turned, surprised, as if he thought he had been talking to himself the whole time. He cleared his throat, messing with a thread on his pants. “Of course. Anyone who’s spent even a minute taking care of plants would know that.” He said, like it was common knowledge.

Hide slid him another note. “You seem to be really into this. Do you garden?”

He figured it was a dumb question, but found that he was more surprised than anything when Shuu shook his head. “It was never my job, but oh, we did have such a lovely garden in my younger years. I spent hours out there, learning all the meanings of the flowers..” His eyes looked to be a bit unfocused, a contented smile on his face at the memory.

“I still remember most of them. The white gardenia, for example,” Hide watched him lean forward, to gently cradle one of the flowers between his fingers. “means purity, peace and harmony. It makes sense, doesn’t it? With how soft the petals are and how sweet the scent is.”

It was as if the mere sight of a dying plant was enough to break the floodgates, like he had been waiting to spill all his plant-based knowledge onto Hide from the moment they had met.

He couldn’t say that he minded, though.

But it appeared that Shuu had forgotten Hide’s condition, so being met with silence made him pause, shifting awkwardly as he fell quiet. Hide picked up his notepad again, hesitantly writing his next words, before sliding the book to Shuu. “Tell me more?”

And just like that, the light had flickered on again, and Shuu began another ramble. For once in this awful place, he could forget the night’s approach, to be lost in flower meanings and floral history.

But, as it always did, the time to return to their rooms arrived. Opting to do this before needing to be retrieved by a nurse, Hide stood, making a gesture for Shuu to follow.

With great hesitance, he did.

The first few steps were fine, taken in casual stride without a hint of difficulty.

The next, Hide was watching Shuu’s knees buckle beneath him as he began his descent to the ground. For both of their sake, he was glad he was fast- able to frantically throw his arms around the man before he met the cement.

He was heavy in his arms, of course, but he could still feel the harsh press of bones against him, somehow could feel the lack of weight more than anything else. Something in his stomach twisted as he watched Shuu’s expression, his eyes wide, sliding slowly from one thing to another, his mouth dropped slightly open.

Sounds, sorry attempts at jumbled words, crawled from his throat in a horrific manner that drew Shuu back to reality.

“Oh.” He murmured, his grip becoming tight on his arms. “I.. I’m sorry. I felt fine, I swear, I..” He trailed off, attempting to get his legs to work underneath him. “I suppose I really should be going back to my room now.”

Hide wasn’t able to say anything as a nurse trotted over, panicked, and stole Shuu from his arms. He couldn’t say anything when Shuu stared back at him, eyes apologetic.

He didn’t see Shuu for a few days after that.

Despite waiting at their spot- did people start avoiding this bench now? It seemed like it- there was never any show of the man, nor did he ever encounter him in the white hallways of the hospital.

When Shuu finally did reappear, he was back in his hospital attire, his face gaunt, but with a new addition: a wheelchair.

“They didn’t want me having another incident,” He said before Hide could so much as pick up his pen, a quiet venom in his voice. “It’s like they think I can’t do anything. I’ve been getting out here just fine, haven’t I?”

Hide furrowed his brow. He hadn’t expected him to be so… biting, after what happened.

While Shuu marinated in his pout, Hide rolled his pen between his fingers. He was curious, but was it insensitive to ask?

Taking the plunge, he wrote his question and slid it to him. “Why are you here? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Shuu’s eyes widened, his lips pressing into a thin line. Hide heard him swallow.

“I.. lost someone, and.. my body doesn’t take well to my grief.” He turned away, unable to see the ache in Hide’s eyes. “I’d rather not discuss.” His tone held something more, locked away under layer after layer. It felt familiar in a way that made Hide’s stomach twist in knots.

They spent the rest of the visit in silence, and Hide yearned for words of flowers.

Days trickle down, turning to weeks. It takes a few days for Shuu to start speaking properly again, to which Hide could assume his depression had swallowed him up once more.

It was a rainy day when they did begin to talk again, cooped up in the cafeteria.

Hide tapped away on an empty pudding cup, feeling the cool air conditioning against his exposed neck and mouth. It was quite a bit after lunch, so thankfully the room remained mostly empty- with the exception of the two of them.

Raindrops streamed down the windows in uneven paths, pooling at the concrete sill. Shuu’s reflection was obscured and distorted beside his.

He turned his head to glance at the man, feeling his hair brush his shoulder- damn his hair for growing so fast. He knew that the dye was fading at this point, but only now did he consider the fact that they probably wouldn’t let him redye it until after his-

His surgery. His real surgery was approaching. His stomach did a flip just considering it. Suddenly, hair dye didn’t matter so much. He rubbed a lock of it between his fingers, hoping to will away the swirling anxiety. What did push away the anxiety wasn’t his own actions, however.

It was the touch of Shuu’s hand, brushing unruly bangs from his face.

In an instant, his vision snapped up, eyes wide. Shuu wasn’t looking at his face- just a bit above, at the dark roots of his hair.

“Health and hope,” He mumbled under his breath, before drawing his hand back. Hide tilted his head, brow furrowed. Blinking, Shuu’s actions seemed to have caught up with him. “Ah- that’s- pardon me.” Shying away, he rested his hands on his lap. “Your hair reminds me of a sunflower, is all.”

A page landed on Shuu’s hands. “Is that what they mean? Health and hope?”

Nodding, he looked back up. “They also mean resilience, and good luck. It’s.. fitting, to you, I think.”

Hide blinked, staring at Shuu with confusion. “With your injury, I mean, it- it’s not something people live through every day.” He absentmindedly touched his face, as if he thought his skin had changed to match Hide’s. “That, and, well.. It’s been nice, the past weeks. You’ve made it bearable.”

Oh.

Something in Hide’s chest stirred. Something familiar, too familiar to the point it made him ill.

He rubbed the back of his neck, giving a dry laugh as he wrote a quick ‘thank you’ on his notebook. He hoped that the terror didn’t show on his face.

But it seemed not to, as Shuu turned his attention back to the window, watching the lighting crash in the distance.

The thought of… this , made his head spin. It was brand new, an uncharted, messy situation that could go wrong in any number of ways. But it hadn’t- not yet anyway.

The one comfort he could take was that it couldn’t possibly end any worse than Kaneki.

And so, swallowing back the fear, he pressed his pen to the page, his anxieties pouring out into the cheap ink.

“You remind me of a morning glory.”

The words baffled Shuu, if his expression was anything to go off of. “How so?” He asked, tilting his head, bangs falling around his face.

“They do that thing where they close up until the sun comes out. You kinda do that. You’re all quiet and closed off until you get to talk about something you like, and then you’re the most charismatic guy in the world.”

He scribbled down an additional note at the bottom, in smaller text.

“And they’re purple.”

He watched as Shuu’s eyes lit up in a new array of emotions, before they crinkled as he began to laugh, a wide smile breaching his face.

It was so full of utter joy , joy Hide hadn’t gotten to witness up until now, that his whole being ached with the need to see him smile again. Not that he was going to acknowledge that at this moment. For now, he joined Shuu in his glee, laughing lightly.

After a moment, the man cooled down from his fit, wiping a tear from his eye. “Oh, oh Hide, mon chéri. You’re a delight, and more right than you could ever know.”

The words were vague, but Hide couldn’t be bothered to care right now.

Their conversations carried on, day after day, but it felt different. Like he had unlocked a new level to Shuu’s personality, after wading through the sickly depression that wracked him.

Not to say that there weren’t days like that, of course. There were some where Hide didn’t see him at all, others where he didn’t say a word, to merely sit beside him in mutual comfort.

The time had made them grow close, of course. So, it wasn’t a wonder when Hide began to notice Shuu’s fluctuating health.

Dips in his stability, going from needing a wheelchair, to being able to trot around the courtyard freely, to nearly collapsing again. The way the pallor on his skin would vanish in a night, replaced with a flush of healthy pink.

The way he never saw him eat, even once. How this only happened after visits from his father, or his family’s servants.

He wasn’t stupid. He had already learned the signs the hard way.

He just wasn’t sure if he was ready to deal with all of this again.

But before he could deal with that, he had more pressing matters- his facial reconstruction.

Despite all his stress- which Shuu had spent a great deal of time soothing him through- his surgery went fine. It felt strange to have a voice box, like something was blocking his throat but not at all at the same time, to hear his voice through a speaker.

The face he saw in the mirror was a vague echo of his own, but it was recognizable in an uncanny sort of way. He was just happy to have a decent portion of his skin back.

In testing it, he found that he tripped over certain words, having difficulty with words that required having lips to sound out. No matter, he’d find a way around it until that could happen. Call him a fool, but he was excited to show his friend the results.

So excited, in fact, that he had snuck out of his room.

The moon hung high in the sky, illuminating his path through the halls as he tiptoed his way around. It was quiet at this hour, perfect to slip away into without notice.

As he arrived at the room, he took in a breath. A part of him felt guilt for going to wake Shuu at this time, knowing that he was most likely dead asleep. Another simply hopped around like a child, thrilled at the aspect of showing off his ability to speak. Regardless of his internal conflict, his hand landed on the doorknob, creaking the door open.

Drip, drip, drip.

The scent hit him first. Thick, coppery, unforgettable. The kind of scent that filled your head, that fogged up the whole room and choked anything else out. And the scene, oh, the scene .

Drip, drip, drip.

Shuu sat on the floor beside his bed, his white sleeves kept pristine as they were rolled to the elbow. His hands were stained, glistening with red under the moonlight. His face was rather clean, surprisingly, but his pale pink lips now donned a painful shade of crimson. The same shade as his eyes, now surrounded by a swallowing black that made them stand out all the more, even in his dazed, starved gaze.

Drip, drip, drip.

Hide wasn’t shocked, if he was being honest. He wasn’t even scared.

Drip, drip.

He was just tired.

Crimson met brown, and widened in horror.

Time didn’t stop, nor did it slow down. They simply both fell still, letting the sight of each other soak in as the clock ticked away.

There was remorse and pleading in his manner, a fear so primal that Hide hardly recognized him, an emotion so vivid in his own memories that it made him feel a thousand times heavier.

Hide held himself, a hand gripped on the doorknob, the other around his own waist, as though one wrong move would have him pierced against the door. In fact, it likely would.

It was just his luck, wasn’t it? He’d eaten his words now, and he was left with the stomachache.

But somewhere, buried in the desperate, empty recedes of a damaged heart, he wanted to try again. Foolish as it was, he yearned for the choice.

And so, he took it.

He released the doorknob, taking a cautious few steps forward. Shuu startled, shifting to stand at an instant, before Hide raised his hands slowly.

“Shuu, it’s okay.”

His voice crackled a bit, dry and unstable in its inflection, but it was enough to halt Shuu where he stood, his eyes flashed a fleeting spark of excitement before being consumed by a wave of shock.

“I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

He smiled, as best as he could. Memories fought to bubble to the surface, the sound of fighting above, echoes through concrete. But he swallowed them down, closing the distance to sit down on the hospital bed. He patted the seat beside him.

Licking his lips- Hide didn’t bother to watch as they were cleaned of blood- Shuu sat down, like a guilty child, refusing to meet Hide’s eyes.

Hide rested a hand on his.

“Did I ever tell you about my best friend?”

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nishistravelingblog · 1 year

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✨hideyoshi screenshots✨

#tokyo ghoul hideyoshi nagachika #hideyoshi nagachika #hide Tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul hide #tokyo ghoul #anime

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favficbirthdays · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Hideyoshi “Hide” Nagachika (10th June)

Tokyo Ghoul

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moonlight-alphafemale · 1 year

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Ghoulish Love

Omega!Kaneki x Alpha!Hide

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“Hide... H–Hide...”

“Fuck... Hide...”

“Don't stop..!”

“Faster!”

“Hide...!” Kaneki jolted awake with a shiver. Dried semen covered his thighs and the bed beneath him, images of him being railed by the blonde boy were still fresh in his mind.

Another dream.

That was the second wet dream he'd had about his friend Hide. He always liked Hide, but he just couldn't confess. Especially now. Hide would never love Kaneki, he was a ghoul. In the eyes of everyone, ghouls were nothing but cold blooded killers.

Kaneki held his head in his hands, the thought of Hide hating him was unbearable. He could never tell Hide about it. The 19 year old omega slid out of bed and sauntered into the bathroom.

After cleaning up, he went back to his room and changed his bedsheets, shoving the crispy bedsheets into the washer. Kaneki heard banging on his front door, making his tiny heart skip a beat.

“KEEEEEEN!!!!” Hide screamed from outside, banging his fist on Kaneki's door.

As soon as Kaneki opened the door, Hide burst through the door, slamming his hands down on Kaneki's shoulders and shaking him back and forth.

“Where have you been! You haven't been at school for a week!” Hide cried as he was shook Kaneki violently. “You know I can't handle being alone!”

“I–I'm sorry Hide...” Kaneki whimpered, shaking his head lightly. “I just haven't been feeling well...”

“Are you feeling better...?” Hide asked, a concerned expression on his adorable face.

“I'm feeling better...” Kaneki said, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he tried to remain eye contact with Hide. “Probably won't be going back to school yet...”

“Do you need anything?” Hide asked, gripping Kaneki's shoulders tightly. Kaneki blushed, he loved it when Hide showed concern for him, it made him feel wanted, it made him feel... Loved.

“I'm fine, Hide...” Kaneki muttered, playing with the strings of his eye patch.

“Do you wanna stay? We can read together or... Whatever you'd like...” Kaneki shifted on his feet, feeling his cheeks get warmer. “I'd appreciate it if you stayed...”

“Of course!” Hide said and slung his arm over Kaneki's shoulders and held him close. “I'll stay here and make sure you make a speedy recovery!”

Kaneki's face turned red as he looked at Hide. “Y-yeah...”

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Kaneki leaned against Hide's chest, sitting neatly between Hide's crossed legs. They were reading"Seven Days in June" which was Kaneki's favorite romance novel.

Kaneki stared at the vertical lines of Kanji, Hiragana and Katakana that formed words that feed into his mind as Hide read them aloud. Kaneki began to invision himself and Hide in the scene.

Kaneki and Hide. Sitting together on a red and white checkerboard blanket on the grass, a nice lunch of small finger foods laid out meticulously and gracefully along the blanket's surface. Sandwiches, cookies, berries. Hide tenderly stroking Kaneki's hair as the laid together on the blanket. Pink cherry blossoms fluttering slowly around them like gentle spring rain. “You awake...?” Hide asked, tenderly stroking Kaneki's cheek.

“Kaneki?”

“Kaneki...?”

“Kaneki!”

Kaneki jolted, being forcibly thrown from his thoughts. He blinked, letting his eyes readjust to the low like of the lamp on his bedside table. The sun was low in the sky.

“Are you awake?” Hide asked.

“Yes... I was just daydreaming...” Kaneki said softly, lifting his head from Hide's chest. “Your reading was very soothing, it allowed my mind to wonder a bit...”

“Hide...?” Kaneki blushed, looking into Hide's eyes. “I h-have to tell you something, it's really important...”

“What is it, Ken?” Hide said with a smile.

“I–I'm...” Kaneki slowly slid his fingers under the elastic strings of his eye patch, carefully taking it off. Red veins spread from his eye as he opened it to reveal a pitch black eye with a piercing crimson red pupil in the center. “I'm a ghoul...”

Hide stared at Kaneki for a bit before a tender smile spread across his face with a soft chuckle. “I already know!”

“You... Already know?” Kaneki's eyes widened as he stared at Hide with shock.

“Yes... I already know...” Hide said, resting his hand on Kaneki's cheek, using his thumb to gently pull Kaneki's ghoul eye closed.

“And, I know another thing...” Hide muttered, resting his other hand on Kaneki's opposite cheek.

“W-What is it?” Kaneki asked.

“I know that you love me...” Hide muttered, pressing his forehead against Kaneki's. Kaneki's eyes managed to widen even more as his face turned bright red with embarrassment.

“How did you know?!” Kaneki whimpered, covering his face with his hands. Hide gently pulled Kaneki's hands away from his face and kissed his forehead.

“Because... I love you...” Hide smiled. Hide kissed Kaneki on the lips, tenderly wrapping his arms around Kaneki's waist.

“Do you... Are you gonna be my alpha...?” Kaneki asked, looking up at Hide.

“Of course...” Hide said, pressing another kiss on Kaneki's lips.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul hide #hide x kaneki #ken kaneki #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #alpha beta omega dynamics #my writing #omegamale

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karasunos-whore · 2 years

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This is a Hide’s appreciation post🥰

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul hide #hide Tokyo ghoul

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frostfires-blog · 2 years

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🎉Happy Birthday🎉

🌻Hideyoshi Nagachika🌻

~10 June~

Disclaimer: Only official artwork is used in thia post, hence the lack of artist credits.

#better late than never #hideyoshi nagachika #nagachika hideyoshi #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul:re #tokyo ghoul root a #tokyo ghoul re #hide nagachika #hide tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul hide #anime #manga #anime character birthday series #version 2

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keisukebajimipatron · 9 months

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Excuse me

What beautiful men they are so excuse me but I'll lie right here wide open.

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liannelara-dracula · 1 year

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Tg boys reactions to an artist s/o?

TG Boys w an Artist GF HCS

Hi Love,

Lol, I realized now that you said reaction when I made hcs. I guess I got really excited. Anyways I hope you like it.

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Prompt

Requests are open

Rules

Warning:

*certain words have been/may be censored for Tumblr guidelines.

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Kaneki:

He likes watching you make things with your hands and he likes to join you.

Even if he doesn’t have a clue of what he’s doing.

He really likes it when you make mugs so that you two can use them for coffee.

You once made him a really nice-looking one for his birthday so he really cherishes it.

Ken also likes the doodles you paint on them since they look so pleasing.

You also probably like making aesthetic and minimalist vases which he likes to put on the coffee table you both have or somewhere on a counter of your apartment.

If people come over and like the vase, he will be excited to tell them that his girlfriend made them.

Ken even likes it when you sculpt random things too.

Hide:

Omg he’s thrilled to see your work every single time as a cake decorator.

Like he brags about your work all the time.

At first you did it for fun but he advertised you so much that you got a job for it.

He looks forward to parties and birthdays because he gets to see your work.

He sometimes will just watch you pipe and he’s just an awe like a child.

Would never critique bc he doesn’t know how to do anything he just praises your work.

When it’s his birthday you have to go all out mostly cause he just likes seeing your creativity.

He finds it interesting.

And he likes seeing you in an apron, he literally bought you a custom one that says “I love Hide.”

Ayato:

Thinks it's cool, mostly cause he can. drink coffee and actually appreciate the work more.

He also likes it because it's something you do.

Let me be clear if his sister was a barista he could give less of a fuck.

It also causes you to put a lot of time into it.

And he likes it if you make a personalized design for him.

He's not a huge fan of the heart doodles that much.

Cause he thinks they're "girly".

So he prefers designs like the realistic cat.

In general, if his girl is an artist he's not that big on it because he literally cannot do any form of art whatsoever.

So he barely gets the point and only admires you bc he's obsessed with you and no one else.

seriously he has a one-tracked one and is very picky.

Yomo:

Like Ayato he doesn't really understand art nor can he do it.

But unlike him, he will admire the works of others since it's something he can't do.

Even if he wouldn't admit it.

Though if there's one thing you both know he likes your photographs.

I mean you even take pictures of the two of you or just him and it looks great!

You pin them in the room and he thinks all your photos look perfect even if you don't think so.

One of your favorite things is to take pictures of him, like the left photo, rather than taking pictures of yourself.

Because of your photography skills and influence, he kinda learns a little bit about lighting and angles and how to use a camera.

Since he cares about you a lot tho, he would probably buy you one of those expensive cameras that you've always talked about.

Even if you do things with film he's interested and willing to see your works.

Uta:

Ohhh two artists, the studio isn't big enough for the both of you.

Well, that is when Uta gets competitive anyways.

It's not always, but sometimes he wants to challenge you about art.

"Let's see who's better at tattoo art." He'd say.

"Uh, no fair. That's your thing, Uta." You'd point out.

"That's the point, babe or should I say, amateur." He'd smirk making your mouth agape.

"Hey!" You'd exclaim.

"What's the matter? You gonna lose?" He'd tease.

You'd grow competitive yourself after here this, "Oh you're so going down, loser!" You'd giggle before getting the materials for the task.

It's always such a battle to win, it's mostly cause he's good but also fast. He is probably much faster than you because he does it as a job.

"Hah! Done before you in record time." He'd smirk, rubbing it in your face while you looked at him with your arms crossed. Completely annoyed by him.

Sighing you'd ask, "Okay, what do I have to do?"

He'd look at you with a playful smirk, "Ohhh can you guess?"

You'd look at him biting your lip before saying, "It's that three-letter word isn't it?"

He'd laugh, "You're good at being the loser in this game, you know?"

You'd playfully hit him, "Shut up!"

In general, though, he likes your art work.

But he has a habit of kissing you when you're trying to paint so you sometimes mess up.

Or rather you can't finish the piece because he's keeping you busy with other activities.

But you're the same with when he's working so it's fair.

You've learned to pull him away from work since he does it to you.

You two have paint fights.

Also, he likes seeing you pin up the art bc its an excuse for him to look at your butt.

Gosh, I need more of an exclusive ask for hcs with him just to write more about an artist gf. So I'm cutting it here lol.

Furuta:

Music and dance, sort of both tbh.

Or either one.

But he'd probably like a girl who is a ballet dancer since they are graceful.

Believe it or not, he likes watching the plays, and if you were in one he'd definitely want to see it.

He also likes to help you stretch or watch you stretch.

Idk why but I get the feeling that he likes to help you put your ballet shoes on.

If you can play the piano he really likes it and could listen to the tunes you create all day long.

I also feel like he might have some experience with it so if he wants to teach you a piece he can put his hand over yours.

Rule number one about Furuta, you can never stop him from being sensual, even if you're hobbies. He always turns it into something unexpected.

Like it can't ever not be suggestive with him.

Even if he claims he's "helping".

Takizawa (ghoul):

He doesn't get involved in your work he just likes seeing the progress and finished product.

Though he can be bothersome with the shoulder kisses sometimes.

Your paintings are usually about both of you and he really likes them.

You spend a lot of time on them and so afterwords he likes to frame it even if you tell him the piece isn't that good.

If you ask for advice he gives some but mostly he's usually just derailing you.

When it comes to picking flowers he gets more involved.

Though still, he likes when you do it because its a hobby of yours.

The habit really started when he bought a vase that you really like for your place with him.

Though he's not a very colorful person he likes seeing light up the place.

The only thing sei will do for sure is take care of the flowers when you're busy.

He may not share the same feelings with you about your hobbies but enjoys making you happy.

I mean you're all he has so you're the most important person to him.

And all he wants is for you to be happy.

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