#Uta x you

[dollwrites]

WAAAAAAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT! You write Tokyo ghoul???? I NEED to be aware when you open requests again, I crave anything with my favorite Uta 😍🥰 I don’t see enough of him and I think you’d write him really really well!!!

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!ghoul!reader, oral fixation ( fingers ), masturbation ( her! ), reader’s nonverbal, very very subtle pet play ( just the vibes i feel ), finger sucking, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ intermission [ oral fixation ]

“Gently,” Uta reminded you, without so much as looking up from his work. with his right hand steadily swirling obsidian spirals over his newest creation, his left had been outstretched for you, willowy digits tracing the shape of your parted lips before slipping past the threshold, only to be welcomed by your eager tongue. upon tasting the pads of his fingertips, you have the sudden urge to clamp your lips down around the extremities, to suck on them, and relish the flavor of your lover, but you heed his warning and simply stroke each digit from knuckle to nail with your tongue, mouth hanging agape.

“Still quite a feral, little thing, but mind those teeth this time.” his pointer finger twisted slightly, to tap against the shape of your canines, and test their sharp edges, but you had no real intention of biting him. of course, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t do it by accident— which has happened before. you get a little too eager, a little too excited, and you snap your jaws shut like a hungry pup.

usually, you would grip his wrist with both hands, a silent plea not to take the taste of his fingers from your mouth, but right now yours were busy, too. they had both been occupied beneath the loose fabric of the oversized nightshirt you wore, one palming your breast, squeezing and pinching at your own nipple, whilst the other was shoved hastily into your panties, strumming your greedy pussy. you had become accustomed to Uta’s doting ever since he took you in; his constant touching on you, his affectionate lips and tongue seeking out your most sensitive parts, but when he worked you were utterly neglected.

so, you would find yourself in such a position, panting like a happy bitch on your knees at his feet, sucking and licking on his fingers as you tried to mimic the pleasure he could give you with your own hands. your skill paled in comparison to his, but it was all you could do to keep from interrupting him.

Uta knows this, which is why there’s a subtle tickle of pride in the way his lips creeped up, even as his crimson gaze remains fixed on the mask before him, at every sound you make. every heavy breath, every moan of his name. he knows that you’re needy, that your desperate for him, and he knows that to make you wait was probably a cruel punishment for a sweet, but ravenous little thing like you.

“Naughty, messy little girl.” he offers in a soothing tone, feeling webs of sticky drool tether his fingers to your tongue as you lick and suck on each one. the excess dribbles down your chin, either soaking into the fabric of your shirt or leaving a small puddle on the floor between your knees. “You can pet and pet that pretty pussy of yours, but you still can’t make yourself cum like I can, hm?” there’s a hint of arrogance in his soft chuckle, but it’s one well warranted. you shake your head, your tongue too busy to answer by forming words— drawing loops against the base of each finger, allowing the tips to reach deep into your mouth as they could, nearly gagging you as they prodded at your gullet. you rubbed your own fingers against your clit faster, pressing harder until you were squirming on your knees, scooting right up to his leg to press your whole body into it. your own, deep ruby stare flickered up to him, piercing… begging.

“That’s quite alright, I like being the only one that can tame you,” he offers, retracting his digits from your mouth. you let out a soft, disgruntled huff, attempting to follow them, to pull them back in, and worship them again with your tongue, but he doesn’t allow it. they travel downwards, and you watch as strings of saliva sever and drip from them and your own lips. grabbing the fabric of your nightshirt, he gives it a tug, pulling you upright, balancing tall on your knees, so that he can reach between your thighs without bending too far away from his mask in progress. your head swims, and you let out a little whimper as slick, svelte pads push your own away and tap against your puffy button, teasing you further, assessing your sticky sex. Uta lets out a soft, fond sigh, “There she is. Throbbing and swollen for me.” your tongue flicks and rolls impatiently just behind the seal of your couplet, desperate to be occupied, too, so your own fingers pry beyond the barrier created by your lips, leaving the scent and taste of your own cunt on them. you suck on them, purring in pure ecstasy at the sensation of Uta teasing your clit. it wasn’t enough to make you cum, but it was plenty to keep you right on the edge you’d led yourself to, so as not to sully your hard work with a ruined orgasm.

“But you’ll have to occupy yourself for a bit longer, little thing.” he said, resolved, gently pulling his hand back, sitting upright in his seat again. you whine, and -to keep from losing that built up tension- slam yourself down against his foot, grinding your damp panty-clad pussy against his shoe as you lean against his leg. he gives the top of your head an affectionate pat, before he immersing himself in his art. “I’m still busy, you know.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Uta x reader - a bit oblivious

i saw that ur requests were open… could i please request a tokyo ghoul uta x reader in which uta is hardcore pining for the reader who is totally oblivious?? like we all know uta’s emotionally constipated so just IMAGINE him tryna rizz reader up only for them to not even notice ty!! have a wonderful rest of ur day!! Hope that make sense x - Anon💜

Sitting in the cafe, you happily sipped at your drink as you scrolled through your laptop, looking through what you had been working on.

The chair in front of you moved, and you smiled a little bit.

“Hey Uta.”

“Hello.”

He sat down, setting a cup in front of you and a plate with a sandwich on.

“Oh, thanks. What time is it?”

He didn’t reply, instead he leant his back against the wall, and you set your laptop aside so you could eat your food.

“I want to make you a mask.”

“I don’t need one.”

“Perhaps not, but I still want to make you one.”

You smiled at him.

“Still don’t need one Uta.”

He turned to you, resting his chin on his hand, eyes just peering at you under his sunglasses.

“You also don’t like it here.”

“I go out sometimes, when there is something interesting nearby.”

“Oh is it the one eyed boy? I’m doing a story on him, they’re calling him eyepatch.”

Uta lowered his glasses a little at you, staring for a few seconds before he pushed them back up, going back to resting his chin on his hand.

“Intriguing, but not nearly enough. Though he is fun to mess with, very easily scared. Do you get scared easy (Y/N)?”

“I wouldn’t be sat in here if I did.”

He leant forward a little, leaning over the table.

“Do I scare you…?” He whispered.

You glanced around before turning back to him.

“You’re not scary at all.”

He huffed a little, dropping back into his chair.

“Not even a little?” He hummed.

“Nope.”

He watched you in silence for a few minutes.

You went back in your laptop, saving the work you had done before closing it, putting it back into your bag before turning back to him.

“Let’s go.”

He picked up your bag and you laughed a little, getting up so you could follow him.

You made sure to say goodbye to everybody before leaving the cafe, and Uta began to lead the way back to his studio.

“Oh! Oh! Can we go to the shopping centre?!”

Uta furrowed his brows at you as he stopped walking.

“There’s this sweater I really want, and it’s for a limited time only. Please Uta?!”

He gestured for you to carry on walking and you grinned at him as you did.

Uta didn’t speak much while you were out, he just followed along behind you, letting you drag him to where you wanted to go before you finally made it to his shop.

He set your bag by his workstation, and he jumped on it, leaning back on his hands as you watched you inspect the masks.

You picked one up, placing it over your face and turned to look at him.

“That isn’t your style.”

“But it’s cute.”

He laid down, reaching over his head he picked one up and held it out to you.

Padding over you picked it up and looked at the carefully placed detail before looking down at him.

“This suits you, it has softer features. It matches your face and personality better.”

“You think?”

He sat up, face inches from yours.

“I know.”

You grinned, sitting next to him as you held it in your hands, still carefully looking at the mask he had given you.

Uta watched you, slight admiration in his eyes.

He had been pining over you for months, and yet everything he did seemed to go right over your head and he didn’t know how else to get your attention.

You were just oblivious to his attempts.

In a way he found it amusing, it was almost like a game to him at this point.

He was in no hurry to let you find out, he was going to let the game carry on because it was fun.

He snapped back into reality when he felt you take his arm, and you began to colour his tattoos in with some markers.

“You need more colour.”

“There’s no fun in that.”

You shrugged, grinning at him.

He said nothing and allowed you to carry on while he simply just sprawled across your lap, his red eyes just watching you.

It wasn’t unusual behaviour by far for him, so you didn’t think twice about it.

And he just liked being near you, this way he knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and he could just watch

[bored-storyteller]

Warning: gore, cannibalism (between ghouls)

Author's note: I realized that I was much braver with Uta at first. Let's try again.

Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x Human!Reader

What is mine

There is a smell of blood in the putrid air. Your blood.

The ghoul holds you in its arms like a sacrificial victim.

“That's mine.”

“I didn't know, sorry...I'm not the type to go around stealing other people's food, believe me.”

Looks nice, him. He has dyed blond and blue hair that escapes from his wildly done bun. His locks fall on a face that would look like an angel's, if it weren't for those veins that flow like streams from the black and red eyes of a demon. He doesn't have to shine with intelligence since he doesn't wear the mask, or maybe he trusts too much in his abilities, for someone so average.

Uta picks you up when the younger ghoul hands you over to him: you are cold, you are shaking, you are crying. He doesn't know if you're paralyzed with fear or blood loss from that wound on your shoulder.

Your blood tickles his sense of smell, and his palate. Your fingers grip his sweater, and he holds you just tighter. He doesn’t blame the other one, your perfume is intoxicating now that your flesh is uncovered.

He mustn't be happy to give up on you, he wouldn't if Uta weren't so much stronger than him.

The Mask Maker gently puts you on the ground, he feels your fear: you are afraid of everything now, even him.

That person tried to take you away from him, to keep you for himself. And that person expects him to get you now.

“Luckily I'm hungry.” He says as he looks into your eyes. If you can be more afraid than you already are, he doesn't know. But it doesn’t matter.

The ghoul with the beautiful face was going to say something, but it's hard to talk when your vocal cords are torn.

The carotid artery hangs from the bite mark like a slack string, part of it between Uta's teeth; a flick of the tongue and it disappears between the lips.

The eyes of the predator victim are wide open, incredulous. Gorgeous, perhaps.

How long can it take for that slit throat to heal? A lot of time. Too little.

Uta bites again, blood gushes, there is a muffled scream.

The taste of that meat has nothing to do with the smell you give off, but Uta is hungry.

He's hungry, and your broken skin makes him lose control.

Someone must be eaten by him.

That ghoul wanted to eat you.

He wanted him to eat you himself.

He was about to lose you, in a way or another.

His hands dig into his chest, the intricate black patterns on his fingers covered in ferrous red.

“What a greedy you are... you already ate, huh?”

The stomach of the other demon is full, Uta wonders who is in there: “It was he a boy? A girl? Young or old? An unfortunate student? All of them?”

Uta smiles. That won't be of any use now that it's out of the body, it's not right to waste it.

He won't even need his intestines, right?

And the heart? What does the unfortunate one do with his heart?

The bones crunch as they crack and open, like the crust that covers the filling.

Maybe it still moves, or maybe it doesn't, but it doesn't matter.

The teeth sink in like in an apple, they tear it, now there is no more life. But is the soul still there?

Uta is full, but still gobbles it up. He devours that body that is not meant to be eaten, that modifies his, that drives his mind crazy. Assuming Uta can go any crazier than that.

No, he can't freak out, there's you. But Uta is crazy to love you.

“Uta!”

Your voice sounds desperate. How long have you been calling him?

He looks at you with his delicate face smeared, the top of the other ghoul's skull hanging from his fingers gripping his blond hair.

Now he comes to you, he promises you. He just has to make sure you don't get eaten too.

“Is there still a soul in these eyes?” He asks the half head as he brings it up to his gaze. He can't even tell where the jaw and tongue have gone, but that's not a problem.

Those eyes that stare at him glassy and half open Uta hates them. He doesn't even bother to remove them from the eye socket; he rips the first one off with just his teeth and swallows it whole, then does the same with the other one. It's not difficult, and if inside there is the core of that stupid, then he lets it rot in his depths together with the remains of his body.

Now there is no more danger for you.

The head rolls away, no one will wonder what happened to someone like him. It's a ghoul who disappeared in the fourth ward, at the end.

Uta calls your name as he leans in front of you, sweet and gentle as ever.

He watches your hand press on the wound on your shoulder: "Let me see." He asks you softly.

You obey, but you still smell of terror. You've never seen him eat like this, not someone like him.

The fingers that used to butcher now fearfully touch the edge of your wound.

"It's not serious... you’ll be ok, everything is fine." He murmurs reassuringly, barely licking the blood that drips from you. It will be enough to remove that hateful taste from his tongue.

His hands take your face, holding it like never before. His thumbs wipe away your tears and massage your cheekbones as he contemplates you. The blood is now on you too.

He looks into your glassy eyes and something unknown stirs inside him.

He is losing you. It's the only thing he can think of. You seem so distant now.

How he can stop you, unarmed as he is. Not even the idea of consuming your body to hold you within him brings relief, and he doesn't know why you upset his functioning.

But Uta is bizarre, there is no situation in which he follows a rule of his.

You are so different from Renji to him, your delicacy makes you complicated and elusive. Your delicacy prevents him from breaking you.

He can't afford to lose you too, he understood it when his chest tightened on smelling your blood. You and Renji are the only things that still make him walk in this world, which still allow him to experience lively emotions. It's not the RC cells that risk driving him crazy, it's you.

“I love you.”

His whisper is so sweet you might think he's about to cry.

It seems strange to say, those are not words that are well suited to a language like his, especially in a world where secrets must be kept between the ribs. But that's the only thing worth letting you know right now. A ghoul love, a clown love, but it's love.

And he almost gasps when he sees your eyes light up with life again, as you look at him as if you were seeing him for the first time.

He doesn't expect to find your arms around him, nor to meet your lips.

You kiss him like it's not okay to do, like he hasn't just eaten someone. You don't seem to mind the blood smearing your face, the metallic taste on his tongue. You seem to ask him to swallow you, but there is no room for you.

The lovers: two crazy people kissing among the remains of a corpse.

It's a good stage for you two.

“He wanted to put you in his place…” He whispers as he holds you like he never held you.

“You wished too?”

Don't you already have your answer?

Your eyes travel from him to over his shoulder, but his hand covers them. He stares at the grimy tattoos on his knuckles for a split second, wondering how they got there.

It's to protect you, perhaps, or to protect him who is wrong and rotten even among monsters.

“Forget it.” He tells you.

You shake your head. He's covered you so much in ghoul blood that at first glance you wouldn't be able to tell who the perpetrator is between you two, but all those red marks on you are testament to his touch.

“I don’t want to do it. I don't want to lose anything about you” You tell him, and there's an adoration in your voice that he always pretended not to hear.

“No?”

“No. Will you take me home?”

He gives you a quick nod, and just watches you as you climb onto his back. Your grip around his neck is reassuring.

“You'll make it?” You ask, as if he's never brought you like this. He scoffs at you as he settles your legs on his hips.

He's so grateful to feel your weight on his back and not in his stomach.

“I feel heavy actually, you say it's your fault?”

You huff, and your heel taps playfully on his thigh. He pinches you lightly, affectionately.

You are alive, he wants you to be alive. There is no one in the world who could look at his melancholy and smile as you do, marveling at a monstrous beauty.

What criminals you and he are, walking off into the night, away from the eyes of the world, leaving behind the trail of sinful blood.

[fairy-writes]

Hello there 👋

I was wondering if you could write a one-shot for Uta?? Something fluffy w/ a shy/sweet human!reader 😊

Thanks in advance! 💜

DON’T YOU DARE (MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Gender Neutral!Human!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): 

Notes: Songfic with the song “Don’t You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love with You) by Kaden MacKay

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When Uta first realized he was in love with you, admittedly, he panicked a little. 

You were a human. He was a ghoul. It wasn’t a relationship that was supposed to work. 

He couldn’t be in love. That was just absurd. He had more exciting things on his plate than love.

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes

If I fell through your skies,

There's no way you would catch me

There's a tear in my heart,

But your patch wouldn't match me

Uta first met you when he was at Anteiku, and you happened to walk in. It was busy. Most, if not all, of the tables were full, and when you began to approach, he got an idea of what was happening. 

“Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full.” You ask shyly, and he gets the feeling that you’re nervous. Which is understandable with his appearance. He was used to it. 

He nods once, and your expression relaxes as you sit down. The tenseness of your shoulders eases, and you pull out a sketchbook and flip to a new page as Touka brings over your drink. You smile at her and whisper a “thank you.”

You sketch in silence until he feels the need to have a conversation. It’s more of a whim, really, the urge to get to know a human to learn if they’re all like the CCG and Doves. 

“What are you drawing?” He asks, and you jump. But you turn around and show him nonetheless, and he’s blown away. 

It’s rough, with stray lines in some places, but it’s a perfect picture of himself, reclining in the chair and his coffee in hand.

You even got the lettering of his tattoo around his neck right.

The longer he stares, the more fidgety you become. 

“Sorry, I can get rid of it if you want. I know it might be rude to draw other people without permission—” 

“No, no, it’s beautiful. Thank you for choosing me as a model.” He finds himself saying, and his cold heart flutters when you beam. 

You end up gifting him the picture, and after you exchange names, you leave. 

He finds your number hastily scrawled at the bottom of the drawing. 

Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs,

There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes,

And I still need reminders of why it's unwise

To stare

So don't you dare

The longer he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of you becoming friends. You’re shy, but you’re sweet and a brilliant artist. You would be entertaining, at least. 

But he’s likely never to meet you again, so that idea snuffs out like a candle. So he doesn’t text you. 

At least until you walk into his shop. 

You are admiring one of his masks on display when he enters the room from the back. He had heard the door jingle but wanted to finish some of the final stitching of the current mask he was working on. It was for the new half-ghoul Kaneki Ken. But that was beside the point. 

What were you doing here?

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Don't you dare do something so cliché

Just get out of my daydreams,

You're an unwelcome guest

And stop making me miss you

'Cause you leaving's for the best

You look up as he comes in, and confusion brightens your eyes. 

“Uta?” You ask, and he nods,

“That’s me. Welcome to HySy ArtMask Studio.” He says, more out of habit than anything. You offer him a smile, and he finds his heart trembling at the sight. 

What was wrong with him?

“I heard there was a mask studio that could offer a lot of inspiration. I didn’t know you owned it.” You comment as you cradle your sketchbook against your chest. Your pencil is stuck behind your ear, and you’re dressed in a thick knit sweater and trousers. Your boots scuff against the floor. 

He finds himself gesturing to the masks. 

“Make yourself at home.” He says, genuinely meaning it. 

'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

You're a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch

If you ever return, it'll burn me too much

To bear

So don't you dare

After the initial text, you are really the only one keeping up the conversation. Sure, Uta replies, but he keeps a certain amount of distance between you two. Mainly for your safety. 

But for whatever reason, you keep coming back. 

Your presence becomes a regular in his shop. You come every Friday, right after your university classes. Even though you are his age, if not a year younger, you say you are working toward your bachelor’s degree in—you guessed it—art. 

You say you want to open your own shop and sell your artwork. 

Much like him. 

And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings

And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings

So don't you dare keep mocking me with those

Thousand little things that I adore

Let me ignore you, don't let me care

He tries to ignore you the closer you two become. 

For your safety. 

At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

And don't you dare leave me still in love with you

Nothing's fair when love is war

And I just can't endure any more of the fight

When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night

At first, Uta thinks he’s dying. Of course, that would explain why you always make his heart race and his blood run hot. 

That would explain why you’re always on his mind. 

Right?

Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal,

For the time I kept spending pretending it's real

And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare

But don't you dare

It takes a talking to from Yomo for him to realize what’s going on. 

Don't you dare

When Uta first realized he was in love with you, admittedly, he panicked a little. 

But he doesn’t hate the idea. 

[pfpanimes]

⌕ tokyo ghoul • uta.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[suvidrache]

Surprises

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 1,142 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

When Uta wasn't painting or making masks, he would be taking you to various places in Tokyo.

Today, he sat at the desk in his studio, scrolling through the cell phone you had bought him.

He had no reason to buy or use a cellphone, so he never had one until you showed him yours. He loved the bright colors your phone had - you got him his own and taught him how to use it.

Many of the ghouls used landlines, payphones, and sometimes even flip phones when necessary as a means of contact.

The phone you had bought him was a standard for your time, a touchscreen.

He soon grew bored with the little interaction it had provided him. He turned it off as he sat up, each vertebra in his back cracking as he leaned back slightly. He raised his arms, stretching, before rubbing his eyes and rolling his head around.

He stood up and turned around. He walked out of his office and closed the door behind him. He waited, listening for any sounds that you made, but there were none. He breathed in. Your scent was faint - you had left.

But where to?

He walked up the stairs and looked around the bedroom. Nothing.

Your scent had been stronger downstairs.

He walked back downstairs, grabbed his sunglasses, and took the elevator to get to the floor that opened up to the outside world.

He looked around, seeing nothing but the other ghouls and smelling the occasional human that walked by.

He removed his glasses to look around quickly before putting them back on.

Again, nothing. He couldn't track your scent, not when it was so easily mixed in with everyone else's.

He sighed as he went back inside and sat down on the couch.

He didn't want you to be alone in the world. It wasn't safe. He wanted to go back up to his studio, where he knew it was the safest spot.

It was still daylight out, though. You should be just fine. You're an adult.

But what if you're not fine? What if something had happened? You were a human. It wasn't a safe world out there all alone.

"They'll be alright," he said to himself as he laid his head back on the couch and stretched his arms out.

He breathed in and out slowly. You would be just fine, at least until sunset - that is when the real danger appeared.

Lurking during the day, waiting for a naïve and dumb human to make such a careless and stupid mistake. How trusting and kind they were.

Uta's eyes slowly closed as he drifted off to take a short and quick nap. Listening very carefully to your footsteps, waking whenever someone had come closer to him, lifting his head as proof, he truly was awake.

The setting sun's orange rays lit up the inside of the building. Uta stepped outside, breathing out slowly, knowing you were out there somewhere, and he would have to hunt you down, but not knowing where to start first.

He breathed in. Your scent was fresh. So fresh, he had just missed you. How could that be?

He turned around so quickly that the person behind him had no time to react. He apologized as he put a hand on them and gently moved them out of his way.

You held your arms to your chest, making 'shh' noises at your chest as you walked into the building. You had snuck out of the building to bring something home and surprise Uta. Ordinarily, you would have told him where you were going, but this time, you didn't.

You knew he would be upset with your sudden disappearance, but maybe your surprise would be good enough for him to not be upset.

You stepped onto the elevator and pressed the four.

You waited, another man joined you, and when it was your stop, you got off.

You walked into the HySy ArtMask Studio and went straight to Uta's office. It was empty.

Your breath caught in your throat. He had been there when you left, and now he wasn't.

You breathed in, it's ok, he couldn't have left.

You walked up the stairs and looked to the right. If Uta wasn't in his office, he would be on the right painting. He wasn't there.

You sat down on the bed and placed the creature on the bed next to you, giving it gentle pets as it mewed.

Uta threw open the door to the building, not really caring if it got damaged or not.

He breathed in your scent, and something else.

He ran to the elevator. It was taking far too long to get to his floor.

He took the stairwell beside the elevator, and by the time he had opened the door and made it to the fourth floor, the elevator dinged as the doors opened up, waiting for its next passenger.

Uta opened up the door to the store, and you raced down to him.

Your foot had just reached the bottom step when Uta stood in front of you.

He gently took your face in his hands and turned your head to look at him.

You smiled happily as he asked where you had been.

"I have a surprise for you."

His face was emotionless. "What is it?"

"Come on, I'll show you!" You replied, as you took one of his hands in and led him up the stairs.

He breathed in, attempting to 'peek' at the surprise. He got a smell, but wasn't quite sure what it was.

"You know, you scared me when you left suddenly."

"I'm fine and I think this surprise will make up for it!"

You said, smiling at him as you stood next to him.

He looked at you. "Where is it?"

"On the bed."

He looked over at it as the creature made another meow.

He knelt at its level.

"What is this?" He asked as he gently poked its ear.

The creature batted at his hand, not liking being poked.

"It's a kitten!" You said as you sat down next to Uta.

"What's it do?"

"Uh, it's similar to a child."

He began to pet the kitten's head, and the kitten began to purr at the affection.

"Why's it vibrating?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his question before finding your composure and answering his question.

"She likes what you're doing. She's showing how grateful she is for your attention and love."

"I like her. How do we take care of her?"

"Cats can sort of take care of themselves. All we need to do is fill her bowl up with food, keep her water bowl filled, and clean her litter box when it's dirty."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, besides interacting with her."

"That sounds nice. Can we get another?"

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[cyborg-franky]

Hi Franky! Can i ask for a modern AU with Uta x male!reader spending some time togheter? (singing and play music or going to eat something) thanks! 💖

I didn't do male reader, oops! Also this is my first ever EVER EVER time writing adult Uta so I hope I didn't mess up. It's hard when her only canon personailty is a child or... ya know.

Uta x GN Reader SFW Modern AU WC: 570

Uta stared out the window, watching the drops of rain cascade down the glass, she took in a deep breath and sighed. Her breath fogged up the window, she drew an unhappy face on the fog her breath created before she adjusted. She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on her knees.

You hated to see her feeling down, you guessed it was because the weather was miserable, it always had an impact on your girlfriend. It meant she couldn't go and sing in the garden or go and visit her brothers. 

Another sigh before you came up behind her, you put hands on her shoulders, gently shaking her. “Wanna go out? I know what will cheer you up,” You smiled down at her as she leaned back, her bright eyes shining up at you as her frown turned into a smile.

–

You knew she’d wanted to try out this new cafe ever since she’d heard about it on one of the influencer videos she watched. As soon as she stepped foot inside her eyes widened in wonder as glanced around. Seeing all the cool musical-themed decorations, cute plushies, and colorful designs.

“Here? Really?” She said, clapping her hands together as you were both shown your seats, under a fake Sakura tree in the corner with pink neons and flowers everywhere, she clung to your arm as the waitress set the menu in front of her.

She got a latte with foam that looked like a kitty, sandwiches cut into hearts, and an assortment of delicate little cakes with music themes. She was loving it, she took so many pictures. She held up her phone and gave a peace sign, nudging you to pose. You chuckled and copied her as she pressed the button.

“That’s a cure photo of us, I’m going to post it.” Uta proclaimed with the biggest grin on her face as she updated her profile picture. You just smiled, she was so much more alive and bouncy now you were out together.

–

After your lunch you took her by the hand, leading her into the back, she blinked but followed. Down the brightly lit stairs and to a row of rooms. She quirked her visible brow at you before you opened the door to the room you booked. 

“This is the best,” She said when she realized there was a karaoke room.

There was no way you could keep up with her or even do a duet but you loved to hear her sing, you loved when she danced and sang and smiled. You loved her and loved her vibrancy. She ran to the stage and hit the screen, looking through the selection of songs, and stamped her feet, giddy that some of her favorite bands were listed. You sat down at the table and watched her. 

After she sang a few songs for you and only you, your own private show to your girlfriend's beautiful voice, always amazed she could come up with dances on the fly, she was one of the most talented people you’d ever had the joy of meeting.

She flopped down next to you, letting out a breath, you held her close and kissed her forehead as she looked up, leaning up and stealing a kiss. A giggle snuck out at your surprised reaction, her arms around your neck.

“Thank you! Today was perfect..” she sighed happily. 

[bublipuppy]

My fanart of young Uta🔥 young Uta hits differently 😳🔥

[wenumsmol]

Uta stripping down for a shower 🥵🫧💦🍆?

I actually hate my art style 🙃. Tell me what ya think. Uncensored Version.

[wurm-food]

Sleepy Eyes | Uta x GN!Reader

requested by @arabaka: "you slept like a baby. it was cute." uta x y/n?

wc: 0.5k | cw: none! nothing but fluff | read this on ao3!

a/n: I'm so weak for my girl and this prompt was perfect for some lazy morning sweetness :) inspired by the song Sleepy Eyes by Elohim

Sunlight peeked through the gossamer curtains as you awoke. You stretched your aching limbs between the silken sheets of the bed you laid in, a soft pink that made you feel like you were still swaddled in a sweet, cotton candy dream. With lids still heavy with sleep, you inhaled the familiar scent of strawberry and peony only to have your attention drawn by a sing-song voice.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” 

A gentle whisper guided you back to the waking world, punctuated by a soft kiss on the cheek. You opened your eyes to see Uta’s warm smile greet you, her amethyst eyes sparkled with adoration. 

“Mornin’. ” You smiled sheepishly, your voice was still groggy with sleep. You rolled over, arms spread wide. “C’mere…”

She cocked her head to the side and lowered into your arms. Uta was usually busy this time of day, running off to rehearsals or spending time in her studio recording her next song. But today, she took extra care to slow down and spend a lazy morning with you. She opted for a baggy t-shirt and adorned her head with a red and white messy bun instead of her signature hair style and headphones. She worked so hard to be the best idol she could, so it brought you comfort to see her taking the time to relax. You brushed her long bangs back behind her ear, drinking in the sight of her eyes dilating before your lips met. She tasted like peppermint tea and honey sweetness, each time your lips parted your smiles grew bigger and sillier, giggles erupting between you as she melted under your touch. She was beautiful, her joy infectious and magnetic. She was as yours as you were hers. With a kiss on the tip of your nose, she settled her head on your chest.

“Have you been up for a while? I feel like I slept forever…”

Uta hummed in thought, drawing dainty circles on your chest. “Not too long… Long enough to watch you sleep a little.”

“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrow, “I hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing in my sleep.”

“Not at all! You slept like a baby. It was very cute.” Uta propped her chin in her hand next to you, peering down at you playfully. “You only drooled a little bit.”

“Hey!”

Uta laughed and sprung from the bed, taking your hands in hers and dragging you to your feet. “Whaaaat? Babies can be cute and drool, so can you!” 

You rolled your eyes and pulled her to you, wrapping your arms around her shoulders in a giggly embrace. She always had a knack for making you smile, even if it was at your own expense. And as she planted kisses on your shoulder and rubbed the small of your back affectionately, you knew that neither of you would have it any other way. 

She pulled away and laced her fingers with yours, leading you out of the bedroom to the sunlit kitchen. “C’mon, sleepyhead, let’s have some breakfast.”

[syd-vixious]

no thoughts, just Uta brainrot

also if y’all have an recommendations for Uta fanfics, gimme gimme. I’ve been rewatching Tokyo Ghoul and i forgor how much i luv him.

LISTEN IK TOWARDS THE END HES NOT THAT GREAT OF A PERSON BUT HUSH he my huband

[specialagentlokitty]

Uta x reader - timing

Hii i hope you are doing good i had idea for Uta from Tokyo ghoul.💕 Reader is Kaneki’s little sister who was born like ghoul (nobody knows how) and she started working for anteiku the same day as Kaneki. Uta goes to anteiku every day after she started working and everyone even Ken was teasing him to ask her on a date or something. (His sister is only sweet to Uta) - @ashllleyyy💜

You looked at your brother from your spot on your couch and gave him a soft smile.

Getting up, you walked over and adjusted his jacket, pulling his eye patch from his face so you could see his mismatched eyes.

“I can’t control it…” He mumbled.

He took the eye patch in and walked over to your bathroom to put it back on.

You stood in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest as you looked at him through the mirror, black and red eyes boring into his.

“K… listen to me okay, it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve been a ghoul your whole life….”

Sighing, you moved so he could walk past and you grabbed your jacket.

“We’re all going to take care of you, okay? We’re a family, we’ve got to look out for each other.”

Kaneki turned to face you, holding out your jacket towards you.

“Is that why you started working at the same time as me?” He asked.

Pulling in your jacket, you nodded your head and ushered him out of the door before locking it and leading him to the car.

“Of course idiot. I know you’re struggling, but you’re getting better. It’s been a few months, and you’re slowly improving.”

Kaneki gave you a soft smile and you grinned back at him.

“Thanks sis…”

You hummed and handed him the phone to pick some music while you drove.

You didn’t exactly live close by, and Kaneki didn’t want to be alone just yet, he was scared, and upset, so you were letting him stay with you.

Hide was mad about it, but he also knew if he ever wanted to see his best friend he could always drop you a message to either take Kaneki to him or pick Hide up and bring him over.

After a peaceful car ride, you parked in front of the cafe and gestured for him to make his way in.

You gathered your stuff and made your way in a few minutes after him.

You made your way upstairs first to put your stuff away and you walked over to Touka’s room.

Knocking on the door you waited.

“What?” She called.

“Hey it’s me, I’m coming in.”

Opening the door, you walked in and closed it, following the light to the bathroom where she was knelt down, gripping her stomach.

Kneeling next to her, you pulled her hair from her face.

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“She’s my friend.” Touka snapped back.

“I know… but maybe just don’t eat as much of it?”

Touka sighed but she didn’t reply.

She knew you were right, it was practically killing her at this point.

“I’ve got to get ready…”

You helped her up, but instead of taking her to get dressed, you lead to her bed and sat her down, giving her a small smile.

“I’m covering your shift, don’t worry. Get some rest, and if you’re feeling better later come down, okay?”

She reluctantly nodded her head and you beamed brightly, tucking her into her bed before passing her phone over and heading towards the door.

“I’ll bring some coffee up soon.”

Uta was lingering outside, debating whether or not he should go in, but it was getting cold and seeing a few of the doves walking around he quickly decided.

Walking through the doors, he headed over to a small table in the corner away from the windows and looked around.

“She’s gone upstairs.” Kaneki smiled.

“I wasn’t looking for her…” Uta mumbled.

Nishiki chuckled as he walked over, setting a cup down in front of the gothic ghoul, leaning against the other chair.

“Of course not, it’s not why you come here every night.” The ghoul taunted.

Uta grumbled a little and pushed the cup away.

“Come on! I make good coffee!” Nishiki huffed.

“It’s cause it’s no (Y/N)s coffee.” Irimi grinned.

She waltzed over and took the cup away, giving Uta a little wink.

“I don’t see why you just don’t ask her out.” Koma shrugged.

“There’s no one she would date someone like him.” Nishiki scoffed.

Uta glared slightly at the other ghoul, and he looked around to make sure you were still upstairs.

“Because I don’t. That’s why.” He mumbled out.

You were heading down the stairs and waltzed out into the cafe, heading behind the counter to start getting yourself ready for the shift.

“Your favourite is here.” Koma smirked.

Looking at him, you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up ape.”

“Oooo so cold.” Irimi snickered.

You brewed a coffee, walking around them you headed to the exact table you knew Uta would be sat at and set it down with a smile.

“Just the way you like it.”

Uta smiled up at you and you beamed down at him, putting on your straight face again as you went to serve some customers that just came in.

Every so often someone would come over, teasing him, or telling him to just flat out ask you out.

You shift ended an hour ago, but your brothers didn’t end until the shop closed, so you headed over to Uta’s table and pointed to the seat.

“May I?”

“Certainly.”

He slide you over the coffee cup in front of him and you slid it back.

“You’re gonna need it since I’m off shift now.” You teased.

Uta rolled his eyes at you and chuckled a little.

You guys sat talking for a little while, and he glanced at his phone, stuffing it into his pocket.

“I have to go.“

“Let me drive you, there’s doves crawling everywhere right now.”

“And your brother?”

“He’ll be fine he’s still here for a few hours.”

Uta shrugged, and you gathered your stuff letting your brother know where you were going.

Uta glanced at you and smiled a little to himself, he was going to ask you out tonight

[bored-storyteller]

Warning: gore, mentioned of blood.

Author's note: One day I will write a detailed scene of Uta eating if this is received well. So be ready. In general however this is more introspective than anything else.

P.S. I thought of The Autopsy of Jane Doe for the film

Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x Human!Reader

Horror

Uta was watching you that night.

You'd gotten closer in the last few minutes, and the pillow that was propped against your crossed legs had tightened to your chest.

It was more of a game than anything for you. You even smiled as you watched the doctor spread the woman's chest like butterfly wings, though your nose wrinkled a little at the sight of it.

He had found you fascinating at that time, and somewhat disconcerting.

“If it impresses you too much we can stop seeing it.” He had told you, even if it was you who insisted in the first place.

Your laugh had been sweet: “Well, a horror has to impress.”

That's how it is, he thinks, for human beings like you.

But when Uta looked at the screen he can tell that those exposed muscles and protruding bones weren't so terrible, they weren't any different from what he sees every day, from what he himself causes.

Was it fascination and excitement that made you hug him now, or was it the unease of the macabre spectacle?

He wonders if you know, if you understand who holds you in his arms.

You're just lucky to be loved, little human, so fragile to break, to devour from head to toe. If it were up to him, not even the bones would remain of you. He would crush and ingest them like the drug you are. His poison, which he can't get enough of even if you make him feel these emotions, this anger and this adoration.

Can real life impress you too?

You chose him, him with his hands squeezing lungs still to be torn, him with his mouth already smeared with blood.

He hears the jingle of falling keys, your eyes are fixed on the corpse that emerges from the black bag. The human arms are already broken, closed inside a plastic bag, but you arrived in time to see the open chest, just like butterfly wings. Did you like it?

“Uta...” You start, you seem hypnotized by that vision.

He stands up, his sleeve wipes the blood staining his jaws without really doing it: "Sorry, I was just putting it away but... I got hungry."

His approaching you is a challenge that not even he dares to name. Your vision shifts from the half-open eyes of the dead man to those of the ghoul.

“Why…?” You just ask him. You know he never let you see anything like this for a reason, that he always wanted to protect you from this in his own way.

A whole body by the way. Ribs split open like a book left half open reveal a heart you can't see.

It's that man's heart, but it's yours that Uta is now trying to eat.

“What have I done?” Your voice comes out as a compliant sigh, your eyes close, but they just look tired.

“Why do you think you did something to me?”

Uta knows he's sneaky, maybe mean to you. But on the other hand, you chose him, crazy as he is. Meaningless mask maker, he can't accept that you love only a facade.

"Do you hate that I'm a human so much, Uta?"

No, he loves you to be human.

Loving you makes him feel alive. You are both anchor on earth and a feather in the wind that can escape from his fingers, a breath from him would be enough, or it would be enough to lean you on his tongue and swallow.

It would be so easy to make you disappear, but if he did it would be too cold for him. But he loves it, he loves you in every way that he knows.

That's why he plays like this with you, because he even likes the sense of guilt you put in his soul when you look at him with that wounded look.

“I thought you liked these things.” He says. That's why he pushes himself to the limit every time. He pushes himself and he pushes you.

Your eyes investigate his mute face.

“Can we get out of this together?” You ask.

“We always have.” He answers.

“You want?”

An inkling of alarm lights up in the back of his mind. You're as good at playing as he is now.

Your hands lean on his cheeks, caressing them slowly as if he's the one about to break.

“Did I hurt you?”

What a silly question you ask him, how can a human hurt a ghoul? But that doubt that claws at the back of his throat it’s you who caused it. Perhaps the day will come when you will run away from him, because you have understood that blood is not fiction.

“I am…the monster of the story.” Finally he says. His nose twitches a little as he reflects on his own words: “I even have the mask.”

You smile, and he's in your arms: “I really don't think you can find anything wrong with that.”

“Why, you find it wrong?”

“No.” Your lips brushes the tattoo on his neck “A ghoul that kills a human will never be as creepy as a human that kills a human, no matter how you look at it.”

It's probably as you say, even if Uta thinks he can't fit that pattern either, but that doesn't matter for now. For now he will just rest his face on yours, while his arm squeezes your waist to him.

“Maybe I'm just saying that because I have a ghoul of my own, but-“

“You say that because you're too weird for a human to be a good human.” He interrupts you by tapping his index finger on the tip of your nose.

Your laughter now has an aftertaste of revenge: “Be careful who you eat, my dear monster. You may be cursed one day.”

You slip out of his grasp to hide somewhere, waiting for him to finish what he started.

Uta sighs, but he doesn't try to hide the slight smile she gives him.

Cursed, huh? But in the end, a curse more or a curse less, what difference does it make?

[fairy-writes]

COME HOME SAFE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: @bublipuppy

Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Reader

Prompt: Sharing a kiss after a massive battle (Action Prompt #13)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Human!Reader, CCG Investigator!Reader

Notes: I KNOW I SAID NO DUPLICATE REQUESTS

BUT

I got both at pretty much the same time and didn’t want to pick and choose

This is a prequel to my oneshot linked HERE

Also, I used google translate for the French in this. Sorry if it’s incorrect!

TW: Tokyo Ghoul typical violence and gore

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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It’s dark. Almost overwhelmingly so. You ready your quinque and creep through the rolling fog that is almost debilitating. 

For you humans, anyway. You were sure the ghouls you were hunting could see just fine.

Suddenly, you hear something. 

Spinning on your heel, you drive the point of your quinque deep into the eye of the attacking ghoul. She falls with a scream, though that scream is cut off abruptly by your weapon to her throat. 

As soon as her gurgles die out, you lower your weapon, tuck it under your arm, and press your hands together in prayer.

“God… please allow this woman to pass on to the afterlife. Forgive her of her wrongdoings.” You whisper into the night air and feel a hand on your shoulder. 

“You know you don’t have to pray for them, right? They’re ghouls. Not people.” Comes your squad member’s voice. You turn to see Naoki—Rank Two Investigator and resident cynic of your squad. 

“Human or not, they still deserve something.” You retort, and he backs off, hand raised as he apologizes. 

How you can tell he doesn’t mean it.

The two of you steadily make your way through the ranks of Aogiri Tree, with you offering brief words of prayer as the ghouls die. Naoki looks on with a sneer twisting his lips, but you ignore it.

Perhaps the prayers are for your own conscience. 

Maybe they actually do something.

You’d never know until you die. 

You hear your name, and you whirl, tightening your grip on your quinque. 

It’s Yū. Another Rank Two Investigator and your apprentice—almost a prodigy, really. They were slight in build, one of the smaller investigators you knew in the CCG, but a talented one nonetheless.

“Arima Kishou wants you to take on the north sector. Naoki and I will take this section from here.” They say and you nod, adjusting your white coat before taking off toward the mentioned part of Aogiri Tree’s base.

The fact that Arima Kishou was trusting you with this task… you weren’t quite sure what it meant. Part of you was elated. Were you being scouted for a promotion? You were a First Class Investigator, so that meant Associate Special. Class Investigator was next.

What would Uta think?

You reached the north end of the base and immediately was attacked.

The tentacles of the ghoul’s kagune created craters in the concrete and you skipped back, wielding your quinque as if it were a sword. You gripped the smooth handle with both hands, swinging it and crashing it into the head of your opponent. 

The skull caved in with a crunch, the light abruptly dying from the ghoul’s eyes. He crumpled to the ground and you offered a prayer.

In the middle of your words, you heard the sound of footsteps. They’re running, soles of their shoes slapping against the ground. You pivot, ducking under the deadly blow and the ghoul goes tumbling.

He’s on his feet in a flash, a snarl twisting his lips under his mask. His kakugan is a mess of black and crimson. 

But before he can send another attack your way… hands sprout from his chest and he’s quite literally ripped in half.

You stand in shock. 

What?

And then you see him.

Uta.

He’s dressed in a long cloak. He spots you, eyes widening just the slightest bit, and you lower your quinque. He calls your name and suddenly you’re running forward, dropping your weapon, and throwing your arms around him. You don’t care about the blood that stains your otherwise pristine white coat.

His arms are strong as they wrap around your waist and he noses your hair,

“What are you doing here?” He asks, pulling back and looking at you in vague concern. He wasn’t one to show a lot of emotion, but you didn’t care about that.

“The chairman wanted us to lead a strike against Aogiri. But nevermind that! What are you doing here?!” You demand and he shrugs, 

“Yoshimura wants us to rescue Kaneki.”

Right…

Kaneki…

The artificial one-eyed ghoul. 

Uta had told you that he had been kidnapped by Aogiri’s Jason. That had been days ago. 

You only hoped that he was alright.

“Is this your lover, mon ami?” Comes a voice and you stiffen, stepping backward and picking up your weapon, all the while not taking your eyes off of the taller man in front of you.

Even without his mask, you recognized the violet-haired ghoul.

Gourmet.

Uta places a hand on your back,

“He’s with me.” He whispers into your ear. Even then you don’t relax. You don’t trust him. He’s eaten countless innocent people, ran a damn restaurant where other ghouls could do the same.

Gourmet offered a flattering smile and gave a grand bow.

“It’s a pleasure petite fleur. Uta here has told us much about you.” He grins and you glare, ignoring his comment.

“I have a job to do.” You snap at him and prepare to leave your lover’s side.

Only for him to snag your waist and pull you back in for a kiss. You once again ignore Gourmet’s comment about the affection.

“Come home safe.” He whispers against your lips. You pull back, mildly dazed at the sudden kiss.

“Uh… sure…” You whisper and he smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead before disappearing, Gourmet vanishing soon after.

You turn to see Naoki and Yū staring, astonishment on their faces and a dark look in Naoki’s eyes.

This was going to be very complicated to explain.

Very complicated.

[coffit0]

This happened in canon btw I was there trust me

[suvidrache]

How you meet for uta plz

Fluff

How you meet Uta

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 470 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Meeting Uta would either be because you wandered into his shop.

or

You were wandering around, possibly lost, in the city.

You were either not from this place or not from this city. You weren't sure where you were going. You tried your best to avoid alleyways but with someone possibly following you. You were quick to dash into the alley to get away. It was dark. There were no lights to guide your way through. You weren't sure if it was a dead-end or not. You could only hope for the best, with a faint light somewhere in the distance. You followed further and further into the alley, chasing after what you began to think was just your imagination. You stopped as you found a building. You turned to look behind you, the alley which you had just escaped from. The person who may have been following you was nowhere to be seen. You stepped closer to the building. It almost looked like it was abandoned. A motorcycle had been left outside by the back door. You couldn't help but put your hands up as you peered into the darkened building, hoping there was some sort of life. Someone that could help you out. You tried the door, and it opened without a sound. You stepped inside. The lights were dim in the backroom. Far away from the door. It felt almost as if it were miles away. You wrapped your arms around you as you began to walk around the masks. Some were just masks, some were friendly-looking, and others were much more terrifying. You weren't sure what the building was that you had stepped into. You weren't sure if there was even another creature somewhere inside with you. You stopped when you felt as if something or someone was behind you.

"Can I help you?"

You put your hands to your mouth as you tried not to scream. You turned around to see a pale-looking man with many tattoos and piercings.

"I'm lost."

"I'm Uta. It's nice to meet you."

"No, my name is Y/N. I'm not from here."

"Ohh." He said as his face never changed to show any sort of emotion.

"Where are you from?"

"[place]."

"I can help you find somewhere to stay."

"Thank you." You said as he began to walk towards a room. You followed after him and he picked up a map, looking at it carefully, before handing it to you.

"You're welcome. If you need any more help, just let me know."

"I… can't read the map."

"Oh, well, here, follow me."

"Where would you like to go?"

"Is there somewhere I can eat?"

"Yes, there are many restaurants near here. We'll have to take a train to get to them."

You pocketed the map and followed after him.

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