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DEAR, YOU – ARMIN A. — EREN J. 18+

➝ armin a. x f!reader x eren j. — chapter one.

"a man in love is like a wounded animal; rabid and dangerous. willing to do anything to protect what's his. there is no rational thinking or real consideration of the situation. a man in love will kill if he has to."

in which, armin wants you all to himself and will do anything to make that happen. even if he has to get a little blood on his hands, all of the obstacles will be removed. you’ll belong to him. you’ll love him, just like before. yes, you’ll see.

tags ➝ sexual content, emotional abuse, dom!reader, possessive!armin, slight talk of traumatic past, gaslighting, sub!armin, slight mommy kink, breeding, praise/degradation, softdom!armin and light manipulation

a/n: well this update took a little longer than expected…and i’m going to blame that horrible thing called writers’ block that we all know and love <\3 seriously, it’s been a struggle but i managed to find my balance with this series and can’t wait to really dig into it hehe so lots to unpack in this chapter, pls enjoy ! rbs are greatly appreciated ♡

‘dear, you’ masterlist ➝ chapter two (coming soon)

cross posted on ao3

The silky, dark sheets rustled as a pillow or two slipped off of the bed.

"Ah! Armin, wait!"

He was hovered over you, a hand at your side and the other next to your head as he moved. There was a cheeky smile on his face that should've annoyed you, but you were too busy crying and trying to get out from under him because the pain was too much.

"Awe baby, you're crying like someone's hurting you. Relax."

You laughed and finally managed to kick him off of you, trying to catch your breath as he tumbled right off of the bed, hitting the floor but made no sound. You figured that he might have landed on one of the pillows that had fallen a moment ago.

You rubbed your sides, your ribs aching.

It was only after you had woken him with an amazing blowjob did he want to return the favor...until you edged him. You didn't let him finish and he was still pent up, and chose tickling you as his weapon of revenge. It was a weak move since he knew how ticklish you were in some very sneaky spots, but stopping when you knew he was close—it had taken him by surprise.

It was why he was currently laid out on the floor, a faint smile on his face.

He felt as though he had accomplished his goal of getting you back, but couldn't get over how hard he still was.

He frowned, deeply. Painfully hard, at that.

You let out a breath.

You wondered why Armin was being so quiet so you rolled over and peeked your head from over the edge of the bed. Your eyes widened as you saw him propped half-up by his elbow, a leg bent and his eyes closed as he fisted his cock, letting out small moans. It only shocked you because he was still on the floor, cushioned by a pillow, and chose to get off while laying there. Though, it seemed that if you weren't going to take care of him, he was going to do it himself and was it a sight to see.

His face was a gentle red but was covered in sweat from the play fighting in bed, trying to chase after his release with each stroke and thumb over the head. His other hand came up to lazily pinch at his nipple, eyebrows knitting together in concentration.

"Fuck," he breathed and you shivered.

You weren't able to look away. It was as if he was commanding your full attention. As though it was something you were supposed to watch, but not be a part of. Without the intention of it, the display of watching him get off felt more like torture than a gift. The desire to touch him - help him through it - was agonizingly itchy underneath your skin. Your fingertips yearned to reach out and do it all for him, but you took pleasure in seeing him fuck into his hand. It was like a whole new experience.

It was only when he had made eye contact with you, blue eyes filled with tears, that your brain got triggered with a thought you had gotten last night.

You were wanting to try a role-reverse with him, desperate to know how he'd like it it but you weren't truly given the chance. The moment now, however, seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Armin," you muttered and tilted your head, "—come up here, why don't you? I want to try something with you, if you don't mind?"

With the way he looked, you were worried he was too far gone in his pleasure but he heard you and stopped what he was doing to crawl back up onto the bed. He was going to get on top of you, figuring what you wanted was to be touched but you stopped him with a hand against his warm chest.

"No. Lay against the headboard."

He did so with a slightly confused face, but blanked out when he understood what you were about to do. He smirked when you took him in your hand. Of course you were going to finish him off. He was glad to see that you'd came to your senses.

"What a good girl you ar—"

"Needy, pretty boys don't speak. Right?" Armin blinked as he made eye contact with you; a frown on your face. You didn't waver as you licked up his shaft before muttering a low, "Sit there for me. Let me touch you. I only want to hear your pathetic moans as you beg to cum into my mouth. Do you understand?" He wasn't expecting you to flip the switch like that. His face grew a deeper shade of red, feeling his cock stiffen, rock hard.

"Ah," he watched as you suckled on the head of his cock, biting his lip. Who knew you were into something like this? "Please," he begged, desperately wanting you to do more. He had gotten enough teasing from earlier. He'd never wanted to come so badly.

"Hmm?" You moved away, giving him your full attention; a hand stroking him as you spoke. "Please what?" It was a strange position to be in. You were new to all of this, but you weren't going to let the inexperience stop you from trying the things you wanted to. Especially if they were things Armin also liked. He had been accommodating you ever since you two had met. Why not give back a little?

The blond smiled a little, knowing you had picked up a little talk from him. You were learning quite fast.

"Please make me cum. 'M so close. I just need your mouth—"

You giggled. "So desperate you're begging. Seems a little beneath you, but I'll indulge."

Armin twitched in your hand when you replaced it with your mouth, engulfing him completely. It was almost better than what you'd done last night, but perhaps it felt that way because of the role switch. How he felt under your control moreover having you under his. You had the decision to let him finish or not, and he took great pleasure in knowing that.

He moved a hand up to tweak and roll one of his nipples between his slender fingers, trying to fight the desire to fuck into your mouth. He didn't want to upset you and have you stop what you were doing so he kept himself at bay, and took what you were willing to give him. He was so sensitive, he could've came from just having your mouth around him. The way your tongue caressed his cock, lathering it up with hot saliva and feeling a thrum vibrate around him from your throat; it was all too much for someone that had been so close to coming earlier.

You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, and reveled in the power you had over him. He was so desperate to come that he didn't seem to care how out of character he was acting. Mouth slightly open with drool spilling out on the side, coating his cheek. Pretty blue eyes with unmistakable lust swimming through them as they watched you deep throat him, easily. Face so wine-red and damp with sweat, it was easy to assume he had zero care in the world on what he even looked like.

You groaned when you moved down to feel the bulbous head of his cock hit the back of your throat, sending strong tingles to your clit that pulsed at the action. You found that he was quite the reactor. Loud moans, slight movement under you as if he was holding himself back, whimpering, not knowing what to do with his hands, a bit of drool...it was cute. You liked seeing him that way and made a note to see it more often.

Armin was so close, he felt the coil in his stomach get closer and closer to unraveling. His breathing was a tad bit irregular as he pushed his hips up into your mouth, groaning out your name like a mantra. "Oh, I um— uh, nngh..." He wasn't sure if you were opposed to him coming down your throat even though you'd mentioned it was something you wanted but he didn't fully believe you. Despite the consideration he was willing to acknowledge, he couldn't guarantee to give out a warning beforehand considering he was currently on cloud nine.

You smiled around him as you pulled away, strings of saliva following closely after. You lapped it all up only to spit it back around the head of his length, smirking and using it as lubricant. You gave him a few slow, agonizing strokes, watching his face twist up in a deep frown. He had forgotten all about trying to be good and let you do what it was you wanted. He desperately bucked his hips into your hand, wanting more and shuddered when he felt your hand tighten around him.

"Ah! Please!" He begged, scrunching up the bed sheets and giving you a look that could've won anyone over. Unfortunately for him, you weren't just anyone. You knew him and were used to that look in his eyes. The ball was still in your court. "I need you— I want you to—"

"Need me?" You questioned, and moved up until you were sat just above his waistline, hardened cock poking right up against your bottom. You moved your hand to your lips, licking away the excess before gripping his jaw with the other. His lips were puffed out and eyes so watery, you cooed at him, "well don't you look pretty." You smiled, your eyes catching the tear that fell. "Don't cry, baby. I know. I know. I just decided that since you've been so good, you don't deserve to cum all over my hand." He frowned a little, his hands finding their way to your hips in anticipation.

There had to be more.

There was.

"I decided," you leaned down and pecked his lips, earning yourself a small whine from him. "—that you should cum in me instead. Don't you think you deserve that, pretty boy?"

As if his cock wasn't already stiffened against his abdomen, he twitched in yearning. There were no words to describe how badly he wanted to be inside of you. To come inside of you. He needed it. Didn't want anything else.

"Mmhm," he eagerly hummed, wanting so badly to rid you of that annoying piece of cloth you called underwear and place you over his cock, breeding your stupid womb full of his seed. He had been edged three times (if you counted stopping him while he was on the floor) and could feel the frustration coming along. He couldn't wait much longer.

You let his jaw go, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Good. Now," you rose up on your knees, still straddling him, as you began pulling at your panties. "I want you to— ah!" You were startled when he yanked the cloth from around you right off, tearing it to pieces and tossed it across the room. The look in his eyes hadn't matched his actions. Blue eyes filled with lust and innocence. You glanced in the direction your underwear flew to, and saw it in shambles near the mirror. You sighed. There went the twenty bucks spent on them. You frowned a little as you positioned yourself over his cock. "You're buying me another pair, you know." You weren't going to let him off that easily.

"Sure, yes, whatever you want now please," he pleaded, hands back on your hips as he watched, waiting anxiously for you to mount him. He could feel you already. Your sweet, tight walls around his aching length; warm and wet. So soft, yet lethal. It was perfect. You were— "—so perfect," he breathed and you looked down at him with a small smile on your face, feeling your stomach do a tiny backflip. He met your eyes and licked his lips, almost in a trance. "Beautiful and perfect."

"And all yours."

That declaration was enough for him. You knew what that did to him. He couldn't wait any longer. You were so preoccupied with looking at him that he was able to take that opportunity to slam you down onto him, causing you to gasp and let your head fall back. He was pressed right up against your cervix, prodding it with each snap of his hips into you.

You moaned out, hands against his chest as you let him use you as he saw fit. He fucked into you like it was going to be his last time, face so beautifully fucked out that it was too difficult to look away from. He was so mesmerizing. So inhuman. You couldn't believe he was all yours. You didn't want to think about Eren, but you were. How Armin had the belief that his friend wanted to take you away from him. How Eren had a crush on you. You being the reason he wanted to trash his relationship with Mikasa. As badly as you didn't want any of it to make sense, some things just did. It'd explain the way he looked at you at times, accidental touches that probably weren't so accidental and how often he'd make an excuse to talk to you whenever Armin got handsy with you when he was near. Armin's feeling about Eren's crush on you seemed valid, and it scared you.

As Armin moved his hands up to take yours, intertwining your fingers together and giving you such an adoring look...you knew it was him. Even though you'd made a few mistakes and hurt him, you were going to make up for all of that. He didn't deserve any of it. Didn't deserve getting caught up in between the confusion that laid in front of you and Eren. He deserved better and you were on a mission to make sure he got it. Make sure he knew that he had nothing to worry about.

"You so look pretty on top of me, baby," he said, truly entranced by the beauty he saw in you.

Your face heated up, your legs tightening around him. "S...stop, I'm sure I look awful right now but," you curved down to kiss his nose, staying there. "—thank you, pretty boy," you whispered against his lips.

He groaned, putting a hand back on your waist. "Fuck, I love when you call me that. Say it again," he demanded and you giggled.

"Pretty boy, my pretty boy. How pretty you are—" and felt him press you down against his chest with his free hand, using the other to grip your hips and piston himself in and out of you at a pace that made you a moaning mess on top of him. "Ah, Armin! Mmngh, right...oh, right there," you mumbled out against his neck, wrapping your arms around him as you felt his hard cock drag along your pulsating walls, unable to think of a better feeling than him in you.

It began to feel as though nothing scared you half as much as if Armin wasn't there. To be there if you needed him. To tell you about things.

To teach you.

The books you'd read, the movies you'd seen...none of them compared to the real feeling of being the main character in them. Experiencing all you'd seen in real life with someone you truly trusted. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt. The bliss, the comfort of being in his arms, lips against your ear, telling you things you'd only read from a book or saw in a movie. It hadn't felt like real life, but it was.

"I really, really like you," he whispered against the shell of your ear, faltering to a slow pace, giving you deep, calculated strokes. You hummed against his warm skin, smiling. He never failed to surprise you.

You inched up to look him in the eyes, falling deeper and deeper. "Yeah? I really, really, really like you too, Min."

He smiled a little before letting out a breathless chuckle. "Min?"

You nodded. "Min."

"Decided on a nickname already?"

You pouted a little, worried. "You don't like it? Does it sound stupid? I won't say it again if so—"

"N-no," he stuttered, feeling you clench around him while rubbing your back. He gave you another smile. "It's cute. I love it. Please use it more."

As if your soul hadn't ascended several moments ago. He was just so adorable. How was he real again?

You kissed him and he reciprocated, moving his hips again, picking up the pace. You knew it was getting close to time for you two to get up and ready for the day, but you were in such a good place...you almost thought to forget about the appointment you two had later. Armin would've been worth it.

"Mm," he parted from the kiss, smirking. "Now if we're done being mushy, I would like to finish fucking your brains out, if you don't mind," and flipped your positions with ease as he laid on top of you, hands propping him up. You giggled, feeling his fingers trickle down your stomach to your clit, giving it a little attention with slow, circular motions. "God, you're fucking pretty to me, you know that? Of course you do. I tell you too often, don't I?" It wasn't a question meant to be answered so you settled with a hand against his cheek, feeling a few of his fingers get pushed into you. They curved up, and fucked into you as he leaned into your touch, dark blue eyes on you. "I'm so into you, I'd give up everything just to be with you."

Your skin flushed with heat, his words causing the butterflies in your stomach to bat around in excitement. Armin was so good with words, it was startling to know what to say back. Maybe he understood that as he chuckled and kissed the inner side of your hand. "Don't stress about what to say back. I don't expect anything. We haven't exactly been getting along lately so..."

He removed his fingers and glanced down to position himself back at your entrance. After he was pushed into you, feeling you flutter around him, he met your eyes again; a determined look in them. "Do you wanna just start over?"

Your eyes softened as you caressed his cheek. "I think...that would be okay."

"Is that something you want though? Like are you agreeing because it's something I want or...?"

"No," you frowned. "I do want to. I know it's something we need to do anyways." Armin rose an eyebrow. "We've been arguing a lot lately so something needs to change. So...yeah." you sighed again. "This is a clean slate." You smiled. "I want this to be a clean slate despite everything that's happened."

Armin felt like 'everything' also included what happened between him and Eren a few times, even though you had no clue about any of it. The fighting wasn't ever necessary. Eren was just really skilled at getting underneath his skin. However, if things were going to progress with you...maybe he needed to try and have a chat with him later. Only to calm the waters and get it understood that you were his and his only. That they weren't going to share you. It'd never work out. He was too possessive and Eren was too...well, Eren.

With that thought, he let out a breath and pressed tiny kisses along your jawline, sending chill bumps down your arms. "Mm, alright then. Whatever the princess wants, I want." He smirked against your skin, nipping at a spot on your neck. "Does that make you happy?"

Your heart thumped in your chest as you giggled, pinching his cheek. "Yeah. It does."

Armin hummed, moving his hips a little causing you to whimper. "Boyfriend and girlfriend. My girlfriend. Ah...got such a nice ring to it, don't you think?" It was said rather selfishly in terms of voicing out the fact that you were his and not Eren's. Something you were already aware of, but figured it was more so for him instead of you.

"Mhm...Armin..."

He groaned and leaned back a bit to take a leg of yours to place on his shoulder. "Such a pretty girl you are, huh?" As he fucked in and out of you at a steady place, he kissed up and down your calf, holding your leg in a firm grip. You tried to turn your face into the pillows next to you when he took your chin in his hand, shaking his head. "Keep your eyes on me or I'll stop right now."

You whimpered, feeling the same hand that once held your chin move to one of your nipples, rolling the hardened bud between his fingers as he watched you come undone underneath him. What a beautiful sight you were. So good for him. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and it hadn't been long since you two met. It probably wasn't smart to put you on a pedestal so early, but he couldn't picture himself with anyone else but you. No matter how long things took to truly work out between the both of you. He was willing to wait it out.

When he moved from your nipple to your sensitive clit that begged to be touched, your back arched and the prettiest little noises came from your mouth that he ate up as he pounded into you roughly.

"Taking me so well, aren't you?" He taunted and you reached out for him, desperate to hold him, feel him, something. Anything that allowed you to feel his skin on yours. He frowned a little, took both of your wrists and let your leg drop back down to the bed as he held them above your head. You trembled under him, moaning out as he used his other hand to lift your thigh up in line of his waist, "Yes you are. So fucking well."

The way he moved in you made your head spin. He was beginning to get sporadic, chasing after both of your releases, intent on coming together. Sex with Armin was never short of dreamy. You had already learned so much from him and knew what you liked and didn't like. Last night, you had told him that you weren't too keen on having underwear in your mouth and he wasn't fazed. He understood perfectly. There were going to be things that he liked that you weren't going to like; and vice versa. Communication was key.

"Armin, I need you to...finish...you know..."

His cerulean eyes sparkled with a bit of fire behind them. With a lopsided grin, he muttered a low, "Oh?" and moved a hand down to one of your breasts, earning himself a slight moan from you. "No. I don't think I know. You're going to have to be a bit more vocal about what you want, baby."

The way he constantly made you tell him what it was you wanted from him rather than let him figure it out was excruciating. You weren't good with words and what you really wanted to say always had trouble coming out your mouth. He knew what you wanted yet held a thrill in hearing you say it.

You frowned, "But you know what I want. Why can't you just—"

"Silly girl. Spoiled already? Wonder who could've made you this way." He pinched at your nipple and you whimpered, wiggling a bit. He sighed. "It couldn't have been me. I like when you tell me what it is you want from me. I like to see you struggle to say it. Like you're too modest to tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Or, in this case, finish fucking you."

With a face like that, how was he able to say such vulgar things? It took your mind for a loop as you wondered where he had even learned a vocabulary like that. How did he know the right things to say to make you tremble and beg him to say it all again?

Armin felt like a shiny new toy...except not one you'd ever want to throw away. One you planned on keeping and playing with over and over again because each time would've felt like the first. So exhilarating, so refreshing. So different. You were infatuated with him.

"I...please, Armin." Your eyes were big and wide, wondering if the puppy dog look was going to work on him or not.

He chuckled, eyes eating up your desperate attempt at getting past him. "You amuse me. Do you think that'll work? Since you feel above telling me what's on that pretty mind of yours," he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up until you were seated in his lap. "Take what you want."

You searched his face for any trickery but saw none. He was serious.

"Um...Do I—? Do I just..." your hands were on his shoulders and you could feel his arousal against the crack of your bottom, wondering if you were really meant to just take control like that. His eyes held no dishonesty. In fact, it looked like as if he was challenging you. The slight grin was a tell-all. You hummed. "Okay."

You sat up and reached underneath you until you had him in your hand, and guided his cock back to your twitching hole. You mewled feeling the head of his length breach your cunt, and he held onto your waist, watching you.

As a string of moans fell from his lips at being back inside of you again, you got comfortable and moved slowly on top of him, trying to find that perfect angle.

"Mm, fuck," he breathed, gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark or two behind. "How are you still so tight. You okay?" He asked, kissing up your neck. "Are you comfortable? Can I do anything?"

You were taken aback. "I'm okay. I just..." your walls shook as you felt him help you move up and down, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix in a way unexplainable. You were hardly capable of thinking correctly. "No, you're doing more than okay. Everything—fuck—everything's perfect. So, so perfect. Mm, you feel so good, I..."

"T-that's good. Oh, m'so close, baby. I can't hold out any longer." He groaned against the skin of your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle, hugging you flush against him. "Might cum in you. S'that okay?"

You hummed, bouncing in his lap as your fingers found themselves curling into his hair, tugging at the blond strands. "Y-yes, please! Wan' you to fill me up," you kissed along his cheeks and nose before moving your hands to his face. "Please fill up mommy's cunt, yeah?"

His cheeks were so flushed and face so sweaty, it probably wasn't supposed to be as attractive as you thought it was, but it definitely was.

He nodded, "Wanna breed you so good. Fill that tight cunt up so fucking bad. Can I? Can I please?"

His begging drove you over the edge.

"Mhm, yes! Yes you can, oh!" You felt your walls tighten around him, spasming as he felt your thighs tense around his sides, signaling that you were creaming around his cock.

His forehead fell onto your shoulder as he bit into the soft skin there, groaning and shooting a hot load of himself in you, flooding your walls with his sweet cum. A ribbon of curses fell from his pretty lips as he let you ride out both of your orgasms, panting against your neck.

You took a moment to slow your breathing as you played in his hair, unable to feel the energy to even move. You knew you two were going to be late, but you didn't care. Spending the morning with Armin had definitely been the best decision.

"You're so warm..." you heard him say, and couldn't help but smile.

"You too."

.x. .x. .x.

“Who is she?! Fuckin’ tell me who she is! I saw you walk out with her! You can’t lie to me!”

“You’re too loud. You’ll wake our son-“

“You’re a lying, cheatin’ son of a bitch, you know that? You never cared for this family. You never cared about us. You go to the bar almost every night after work now. How could I have been so damn stupid? I was stupid enough to believe that you just needed a break. That you’d be home in time for dinner. Home in time to see me and your son before 10.”

“Can I tell my side of the stor-“

“Was she worth it?”

“…what?”

“Was she fucking worth losing this family you said you loved so much? Huh?!”

“Don’t do this. I’m still your husband and his father. I’m not going anywhere. We’re gonna fix this. Together.”

“….”

“Sweetheart-“

“Fuck you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I do! I hate you! I want you out! Get the fuck out of this house and don’t come back. I’m not playing with you. I told you that cheating was the one thing I wouldn’t put up with in a marriage and you went and did it. I hope you still got that woman’s contact in your phone because you’re going to need a place to stay until you can get your shit together.”

“Come here.”

“Get your hands off of me! A liar! You’re a cheater! Why did you do this to me? Please, why?! I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

“Come here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I hate you. I hate you! I hate you.”

“I know.”

Armin stood at the crack of the door, a line of the room light illuminating half of his face as he stayed pressed against the doorframe. He watched his father bring his mother into a hug, holding her through her fists pounding against him and hearing her scream more curses at him. She was in agony and he couldn’t understand why.

What did being a cheater mean?

And who did his dad go and meet?

Another lady perhaps?

Was she nice?

He frowned at the display, unable to understand why his mother was so unhappy. He couldn’t figure out where her pain was coming from but he wanted to just hold her. Hold her like his father was doing. He hated it when she cried and she seemed to have done that a lot for the past two weeks.

After a few moments passed, his father muttered a few reassuring words to her that he was going to be a better husband and a better father before kissing her tears away. It was clear that whatever the fight had been about, it got washed away.

Even still…Armin didn’t feel too good about the situation. He didn’t understand it but it was a gut feeling.

A knowing feeling that things were just getting started.

Armin padded back off to his room and climbed into bed, drawing the covers back over his shoulders as he stared into the dark nothingness of his room. He hoped his parents were okay. That their issues weren’t serious and he could keep them both. He was a child and didn’t understand much but he knew what the word ‘divorce’ meant.

That was the last thing he wanted to happen.

But it did.

And so much more.

Quickly stirring out of sleep, Armin shot up from the pillows, panting through the dark.

He blinked, eyes darting around the space, trying to come to grips that his dream was just that. A dream about old memories.

Unwanted, true, but it was good to get a reminder as to how fucked up his childhood actually was. That dream did nothing but scratch at the surface of what life was like as a kid for him. It never got better. It only got worse.

Though, it wasn’t like he wanted to relive any of that.

He was just fine with keeping 99% of it at the back of his mind.

“Fuck,” he breathed, head dipped down as he ran a hand over his tired face.

He hardly saw them as dreams. His childhood memories were a nightmare. He didn't know how to stop them so he expected them to stop on their own at some point but it was night after night, dealing with the same thing over and over again.

He was sick of it.

“Armin?”

He silenced his thoughts and slowly slid his dark blue eyes towards your half-asleep form. A hand of yours was placed onto his thigh, but your face was full of nothing but worry. Why was that?

“Why do you look so pale? Are you okay?” You asked, preparing to sit up so that you could see him better when he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, since you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet, but it didn’t seem to bother him any.

When he pulled back, there was a faint smile on his face that didn’t bother to reach his eyes. Something was wrong and you were positive he wasn’t going to share his thoughts with you on it so was it worth it to continue even trying?

“M’fine baby.” He brushed a hand across your cheek, eyes loomed over in solace. “You worry too much. Go back to sleep. You look tired.” He was caressing your cheek now, thumbing over your cheekbone tenderly. That look in his eyes. Was he in pain? Was he sad? Why did he feel like he couldn’t share any of that with you? Was it so bad that he couldn’t let you in? Too afraid it would’ve scared you away?

At the end of the day, wasn’t that your choice to make?

There was a big part of you that wanted to comfort him about whatever ailed him but you knew him. It wasn't going to make him talk about what was on his mind. Of course you wanted to still let him know that you were there for him but you also worried if he wanted that.

Armin hated being pitied. Taken sympathy on. Feeling like he was weak because he wasn't. He showed his vulnerable side during sex sometimes but it was rare. He also just chose to cry and let you hold him. It didn't satisfy that insatiable need to understand him but for the time being - it was enough.

“Armin…”

He sighed and fell back on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling.

“Don’t.”

“…okay.”

He wasn’t going to let you in. That much was obvious. Still, the desire and hope was there. You wanted to know what had been haunting him for the past couple of weeks and somehow — you were going to figure out a way to get him to talk to you about it.

Maybe it was the only way to free him from those awful nightmares.

The morning zipped by in a blur, creating an air of silence that didn't go unnoticed by him. It was a Saturday and it was the day you were supposed to go apartment hunting with your wonderful boyfriend. Close to twelve in the afternoon, you were touching up on your makeup when Armin walked into the bedroom, eyes boring into yours through the vanity mirror in front of you.

You applied a hint of chanel's tendresse gloss, keeping it light so it'd match the natural look of your makeup, closely watching him through the glass move behind you. His hands smoothed over your exposed shoulders, fingers purposely catching onto the straps of your dress. His soft smile didn't seem to match the way he touched you, the way he looked at you. There was more behind that usual mask of his and just as always – you couldn't read him.

"You look good enough to eat baby," his lips were against the shell of your ear, eyes still holding yours through the mirror, a hand moving up your neck to catch your jaw in a feather-like hold. "If I was sure we’d be able to meet the realtor in under 15 mins, I'd eat you out in 3." A shiver passed over the spine of your back, causing you to straighten it knowing that he rarely joked about something he wanted. "What a shame." He stood back up, "The traffic's going to be a headache at this time of day. Maybe later, hm?"

Armin didn't give you the opportunity to answer when he left the room, no doubt going to the kitchen to grab his tumbler from the fridge to take with him. You blinked and swallowed, thighs pressed tightly together under the vanity.

"I need to finish getting ready," which wasn't exactly what you really wanted to do in that moment but time was flying and it was going to be a bad look if you two showed up late.

Not like you were able to control traffic but the apartment building was only a few blocks over. If it took an hour to get there because of traffic...well you were just going to have to cross that bridge when and if it came.

Once you emerged from the room and into the living room, Armin was sat on the sofa, going through his phone. Upon hearing your favorite pair of heels clack across the hardwood floor, his eyes flickered up and stayed. When you were sitting down at the vanity, he wasn't able to get a good look at your outfit. It was pretty then but as he was looking at it in full now, he was speechless.

You were always dressed so beautifully. Clothing that seemed to mold against your body in the most perfect way. However, the way this pink floral chiffon dress hugged your body – it was incomparable to any of the others.

There was a slight opening just above the swell of your breasts that showed off the feather necklace he'd gifted you sometime ago. The opening got thinner the more it went down your chest, coming to a close at the band sewn into the dress. There were two slits opposite of each other at your torso that moved to the back of the dress, creating openings that were going to be nice against the warm breeze outside. On the left hand side, there was a split in the dress that cut all the way down to your feet. Your left thigh didn't show unless you wanted it to or the wind decided to catch onto it, opening it up on its' own. On your feet were a set of white platform shoes that strapped around your ankles and matched your pretty white painted toes.

You wore light jewelry and your hair was done loosely and messy but still in a somewhat decent fashion that put your entire attire together perfectly.

Armin wondered how you did that. How you always managed to render him wordless, unable to form a single thought upon seeing you so delicately dressed up for him to praise and ogle. It was one of the many reasons why his eyes just couldn't wander to anyone being with you. You were so captivating, enthralling even, it was maddening.

He was so in love with you.

And only you.

Armin made his way over to you and instantly captured your face in between both of his hands, thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. His eyes were on you, so close and intimately holding your gaze with ease. It was hard to look away, but you didn’t really want to. A deep sea tone that commanded your attention, sung you the prettiest song to keep you still in front of him; unmoving to the gentle tide that tried to whisk you away within the depth of its’ endless waters.

His voice was light when he spoke. Lips barely moving. You would’ve missed it if you were any deeper into your thoughts than you were.

“Let’s go before I get the urge to bend you over the back of that couch and fuck you until I get tired of hearing that pretty voice of yours call out my name.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as you merely gasped, finding the will to finally look away from him. The mental image of him succeeding and throwing you over the couch, tossing your dress up and shoving his cock into your willful cunt — it sounded better than viewing a couple of apartments. However, that was more important at the moment. A new apartment was a must.

It was better than eventually getting kicked out for the damage constantly done to it and being unable to control your loud moans throughout the days and nights — all caused by your sweet boyfriend that knew no bounds.

A new apartment was way overdue.

He smirked, “Mm. Come on.”

A hand of his was placed against the lower middle of your back, gently prodding you along and out of the soon to be old apartment.

The first condo was beyond words.

The space was more of what you two needed with the entire apartment going a little over 3,200sqft. It was completely staged with outstanding (and incredibly overpriced) furniture and appliances that were surely all name brand and nothing short of a fat check.

The apartment screamed money and it was money you definitely didn’t have. Luckily, your boyfriend made well over enough to get you two settled somewhere nice and secure. You’d stopped feeling guilty about letting him spend his money on you a long time ago because once he had his mind set on doing something for you — there was nothing you nor anyone could tell him to get him to change his mind.

“This is our penthouse and it’s got gorgeous views, as you can see here,” the realtor mentioned, gesturing with her hand to the large windows that covered the entire opposite side of the room. When you walked up with Armin holding onto one of your hands tightly, your eyes lit up, taking in all of the tall buildings and the peek of the harbour not too far away from where you were. The view was unreal, and looked like a page torn out of a magazine. “This unit has all sorts of natural lighting, from your skylines to the windows in each room. The bathrooms hold skylines of their own with a nice narrow but long window to help when the sun goes down in the evenings.”

“Thank you for letting us view this beautiful space,” your boyfriend spoke, giving the woman an earnest smile. “It’s incredible. Could you allow me and my girlfriend to walk around and get a better feel of the place?”

“Oh my, of course!” her heels clacked one after the other as she quickly headed for the door. “I’ll just be right outside. Let me know if you need anything or have any questions please.”

“We will, thank you so much.”

“Armin,” you whipped around, a warm smile on your face. “I know this is the first place we’re looking at today but I love it already. The natural light, the view, the space — I’m not sure I need to see anymore of this apartment. Could pretty much buy it now.”

He chuckled and dropped your hand, choosing to place both loosely at your waist, looking at you with nothing but endearment, "Alright, alright. Slow down, babe. Whatever you want," he rose a hand to your cheek, watching you lean into it. "I would give you the world. All you have to do is ask."

He was good at talking. Always presenting you with reasons to fall deeper and deeper in love with him. Trapping you with doe eyes that did nothing but create a stronger bond between the two of you that was soon going to be become undoubtedly unbreakable.

Armin gave you everything you could've ever wanted (and often times things you didn't even ask for) but it was all because you were the most important person in his life. No one came close to the love that he had for you, and always felt the unshakable need to show that to you at all times.

It was something you loved most about him.

Then there were the bad sides to him that you were still struggling to understand and help him with.

The last thing you ever wanted to do was give up on him, but sometimes...

Sometimes it was a thought.

"I know," you muttered, looking at his lips, biting down on your own. "I appreciate that but," you rose your eyes back to his and smiled. "All I want is you. All of you."

He smiled sweetly, kissing your nose. "Well you have me."

You wanted to sigh and elaborate on what you meant by 'all' but didn't feel like getting into an argument when the realtor was right outside the door. It was just best to let it go and bury the topic for another time. He was only going to shut you down again so it wasn't worth the wasted energy trying to get him to budge and open up.

"So," you parted from his hold on you and looked around the living room, smiling. "What do you think? Should we keep looking? I like this one a lot but I wonder if there's a place that could possibly outmatch this one."

Armin stuffed his hands in his pockets and let his eyes wander about, catching onto certain aspects that he found to be his favorite.

"We can keep this one in mind and look at a few more. Would hate to miss out on something that could end up checking every single one of our boxes."

You took his hand, fingers gently tracing over his own that stirred the butterflies in his stomach, "Mmm, yes. Let's do that. Come baby."

Like a lovestruck puppy, he followed after you with nothing but love in his eyes, a cheesy smile on his face. He ended up letting your hand go to wrap his arms around your torso from behind, kissing from your neck up to your cheek.

"I love you so fucking much, you know that?"

Your heart skipped a beat, trying to process the fact that each time he told you that, it always felt like the first time all over again. How he was able to make you relive those exact same feelings from that night in his bakery shop where he asked you to be his was a complete wonder to you.

Armin was smooth. Suave. He knew how to play with your pretty heart. Keep you focused on him and him only.

He trained you well.

Feeling his fingers tease at your hips, almost wanting to bunch up your dress enough to reveal your smooth thighs, you swiftly turned around in his arms and watched his dark blues fall on your lips.

They were always so very distracting for him.

"I know all too well." Your hands found solace against his jaw, eyes drifting between his own lips and eyes. "I love you more, my pretty baby."

The skin across his cheeks flushed a deep red as well as his ears indicating that your little pet names had more effect on him than he was willing to let on. Gave him away shamelessly.

He pressed his nose against yours and sighed, closing his eyes, "You're doing something to me. Driving me crazy, I swear," he breathed, gripping at your dress tightly. "There's a realtor not even a few feet from us right now and I could still fuck you up against whatever's the closest surface near us. Like how crazy is that? I can't even think straight around you. It feels like...It feels..."

"It feels so right," you finished, holding him just as close. "You're all I could ever want, Armin. Please know that."

Armin hummed, jaw clenching under your palms. "Don't say that. Please."

You smiled and pecked his lips. "It's true. You're mine...and I'm yours."

He was quiet for a moment and you almost pressed to ask what was on his mind when he finally spoke, "fuck it," and instantly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed out a laugh as he packed you off to the closest bathroom, "warned you, didn't I?"

And warned you, he did.

When he was done with you, your legs felt like jelly and you were positive the chuckle that came from the realtor wasn't an accident like she had said.

She'd definitely known what went on in that apartment.

Thankfully, she skipped over the topic and took you two to another apartment, letting the awkward atmosphere pass over like a quick shower of rain.

Timing was everything.

When you meet your person, you aren’t sure if they’re right for you. They can check off many of your boxes but at the end of the day — can you trust them? Fully?

It’s hard to know.

Sometimes you have to just take a leap and hope that person will catch you. If not, you’ll fall. Fall...until you’re less than nothing.

Timing…was often times a bitch.

Eren wasn’t sure Mikasa was the right one for him but god did he love that girl with almost every part of him.

She was everything he could ever want…so why did they clash so much?

Ever since that night at the restaurant with a few of his friends, things had been tense between him and her. Nothing seemed to go right.

At first, it was arguing about one of them showering for too long when it never used to be a problem. Then it was Eren accidentally leaving an empty carton of juice in the fridge. Mikasa was beyond annoyed and told him he never thought about her anymore. He came back with a light response that showed he was barely present in the conversation and she stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door.

Some days…they didn’t speak at all.

Avoided one another like the plague.

It was work and then coming home, eating dinner, sliding in a quick shower and sleeping with their backs facing the other.

The relationship was hanging on by a thin piece of thread that threatened to snap at any given moment.

Mikasa was at her wits’ end and asked if you were free to come over.

Armin was busy at the shop and thankfully Eren was working with him so it was just you and her, alone in the apartment.

On your way to the apartment, you couldn’t stop smiling. Your sweet boyfriend had brought you flowers and a pretty card and surprised you the moment you’d woken up. He’d told you it was because he was thinking about you.

How fucking sweet was that?

Then, of course, he had his face in between your legs with your thighs clamped against his head and your hands threaded into his pretty blond hair, moaning out his name loud enough for your more-than-tired neighbors to hear.

Moreover, it was a simple gesture that went a long way for you. Naturally, you couldn’t help but weigh the good and bad parts of your relationship with him but somehow — he always made sure to make up for those silly fights you’d have. He knew just how to put a smile back on your face and made you forget what the arguments were even about.

He wasn’t the most perfect boyfriend around but he was just enough for you.

Though…you couldn’t really say the same about Mikasa’s relationship with Eren.

Theirs was clearly on the rocks, ready to get lost at sea.

All you could do was be there for her, and listen.

“He’s fucking someone else,” Mikasa mumbled, staring blankly at her hands that were in front of her. “I know it. M’not stupid. Probably that bitch from high school. It's fuckin' Historia. I just fucking know it.”

You sighed. There was no reason to start coming up with a bunch of assumptions that were probably not even true. Communication was a key point to a relationship and theirs lacked a lot of it.

"Just talk to him, Mika. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

She pouted before drinking the rest of her wine. "Whatever. I don't even wanna know. I plan on leaving him anyway." Your eyes were quickly on her, watching her reach for the bottle of wine to pour herself another glass. That bit of news made your head spin. Were things really that bad off that she couldn't stick it out with him any longer? It made you wonder what they were going through. If there was more behind what she chose to tell you instead of how things actually were.

There was even that sense of disconnect. Did Mikasa not trust you with what was on her mind nowadays?

You even began to weigh the option of her knowing how busy your life tended to be, and chose to not bother you with her relationship problems anymore. If that was the case — it made you sick to your stomach because you never wanted to give her the impression that you were too busy for her. She was your best friend. You'd never do that to her.

Not intentionally, anyway.

Whatever the case was, it all needed to get straightened out.

Before she could've poured the dark liquid into the empty glass, you managed to snatch it out of her hand and set it further down the table. She fussed but didn't make any moves to reach for it again. Just stared at the table with a far away look in her eyes that said more than she could've verbally told you.

With a sigh, you slid off of the couch and onto the floor next to her. There was a period of silence that you took to gather your thoughts and she pulled her legs up to her chest, tears prickling at her eyes. You had to look away as you tossed an arm around her shoulders to keep yourself from crying with her. It was what she needed most. Your presence. She needed to feel that it was okay to let out all of those pent up emotions she felt about Eren and their dying relationship. So, you gave her the space to do it.

"Thank you for that, by the way," she mumbled against the skin of her arm, lips pressed against it and looking straight ahead. "I'm really not a fan of drinking but sometimes... Sometimes it feels like I need it. Eren is sucking the life out of me. We just don't work anymore, you know? We just don't work anymore and I see that now." She let out a dry laugh, sniffling. "That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to know that. I mean, we've been together for a while. We don't argue like that. We were so compatible. What the hell happened?"

The idea of him cheating seemed so far from what you hoped was the actual reason for their falling out. Eren didn't seem like someone that'd do that to someone like Mikasa. Especially someone that he claimed on many occasions how in love he was with her. It just didn't make sense but you weren't someone to pry. It wasn't any of your business. Whatever Mikasa decided to share was all you were going to get.

"I don't care anymore," she wiped her snotty nose on her arm and leaned back against the couch, head tilted back to stare up at the ceiling now. "If he is cheating, then he can pack his shit up and stay with that bitch. I don't fucking care." She released a breath and moved to stand up, hooking a finger around the skinny handle of the wine glass to pick up on her way. "He’s nothing to me now. I'm done."

As you watched her saunter off to the kitchen to no doubt distract herself by washing out the glass and storing it back in the cabinet, you couldn't help but sigh. It felt like there was nothing that you could've done to prevent things from getting so out of hand and maybe that was just the case. It had nothing to do with you but that didn't stop you from caring about your best friend and what she was going through. She loved Eren so you knew how hard it was for her to come to that conclusion. You just wondered if it was the right decision or not.

Again, it had nothing to do with you.

It wasn’t your place and you understood that.

Didn’t mean it didn’t still bother you though.

“Hey,” Mikasa poked her head from around the corner, “Did you wanna stay for dinner? Made spaghetti.”

Her eyes begged you to stay. How could you even think about declining an offer like that? Especially when she needed you the most.

A warm smile bloomed across your face, standing up to your feet. “I would love to. Need help setting the table?”

The light came back in her eyes almost instantly at knowing you weren’t leaving anytime soon. She nodded.

“That would be great.”

.x. .x. .x.

Back at the cafe, Armin was dealing with a slow day.

As it usually would’ve been looked at as a disappointment, it was nothing but a reprieve for him since he was usually busy. Even on Mondays.

So, it was nice to only have around fifty people come throughout the entire day.

He was wiping a few tables down when Eren tapped him on the shoulder, face slightly drained of color as he finally settled on how he was going to approach his friend after days of holding his thoughts in.

The blond pulled an airpod out, turning to the brunette with a brow raised, “yeah?”

Just from the look on Eren’s face, Armin had a feeling what this was going to be about. Of course. Of course he was still troubled by the sight of seeing his friend fucking his girlfriend on the hood of his car. There had never been a time he’d seen something like that with his best friend or really anywhere at anytime. Naturally, it was a shock.

Armin wondered if the boy was going to need therapy of some kind if this conversation steered the way he had a feeling it was going to.

“Uh,” Eren twisted at his uniform, feeling incredibly awkward. “So about that boner I got seeing you guys-“

“Uh, what?” Armin’s eyes were wide in confusion.

So maybe not therapy then.

Eren sighed, dropping his hands by his sides. “Yeah. It was just a reaction. I don’t know. Just didn’t want you to think I was standing there like it was free porn or something.” He frowned a little, looking off to the side. “I mean it was but…not the point. Just saying sorry. I guess? I mean, it was weird of me to do. Not weirder than you two fucking out in the open but weird that I saw a little of it and sped walked away like that.”

For minutes, Armin stood there, blinking. What was he to think? He didn’t even notice how aroused Eren had gotten from catching the two of you like that. He figured it was natural. Though, he wasn’t sure how natural since he was pretty positive that wasn’t something that would’ve happened to him.

He squinted at the taller boy, mind flooding with thoughts that began to boil at his blood. Speaking of which, none of that even made sense. Why did he get a boner from that? Was it you? Was his suspicions right all along? Was Eren…physically attracted to you?

Couldn’t blame him, could he? Armin had a sexy girlfriend. Innocent and pretty but wore the sluttiest little outfits. Paraded yourself around like you didn’t have an extremely crazy boyfriend that would do just about anything to keep you his.

He smirked to himself. If it was true, he couldn’t kill him. Not by a long shot. It even touched at his ego a little bit knowing that you were possibly someone Eren wanted but couldn’t have.

It was merely an assumption he was making but what if he was right? He was honestly pretty sure he was but there was only one way to find out.

Armin took his other airpod out and leaned against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. Eren couldn’t help but make a face at the look on Armin’s, the way he looked the exact opposite of how Eren thought he was going to look.

“Listen, I get it. She’s cute. Mm,” he frowned, paused and then shook his head. “No, no that doesn’t sound right for this kind of conversation. She’s fucking hot.” He grinned and Eren blinked, swallowing at the mention of you again. “Why else did you stay and watch? Hm? I mean,” he shrugged, “I would’ve done the same thing. Then you know her. Like really know her, you know? I don’t blame you at all, if that’s what you’re thinking. Don’t worry, it’s okay.”

Nothing about having that halfwit stare at his girlfriend like that was ‘okay’ to Armin but he needed to get some sort of visual confirmation. Something real and not from his delusional mind of thinking that there was something below the surface with you and Eren. He knew he could go a little overboard with thinking you were always getting hit on, but something about the two of you felt right to him. Like he was close to the truth he’d known of all along. And foolish Eren was going to give him the proof (and reason) he needed to wipe him from the face of the earth.

He’d make him disappear. Subtly. Not a trace of him left for anyone to find. Heartbroken and sick with worry of a family and curious friends wouldn’t find a thing. Even still, that didn’t mean Armin was going to kill him. No. He had connections. Just enough to shove Eren into some desolated uncharted island, never to be heard from again. Willingly, at that because he’d be under contract. Oath, even, to not say a word to anyone or ever try to come back into the public eye again. That if he did, that was fair game.

Then Armin would’ve really had a reason to kill him.

But he was a good man. Eren didn’t deserve to die. No, that was a little far on the psychotic spectrum. Armin wasn’t that crazy. He was just protective. You were important to him. So important, that he was willing to do just about anything to keep you by his side. That included willingly or by force but only if he had to. However, he knew there was no forcing you. He never had to make that kind of decision for you. You loved him by choice and that was how he preferred things.

For now, at least.

Anyway, back to the loser in front of him.

What to do with someone that was so clearly after your own girlfriend? The answer wasn’t really that simple. You see, Mikasa was involved. They were together. She probably had zero inkling about Eren’s little crush on you and that was fine. Armin was able to deal with that. There were too many ways to work that out.

Of course, he had the option of figuring out what about their relationship was driving Eren away and what Armin needed to do to fix that. One of the reasons was surely because of his attraction towards you but that other reason — he just wasn’t too sure of. Mikasa was a great person. She was selfless, loving, not too overbearing and had a steady job. Not only was she beautiful physically but also internally. Everything anyone could ever want — except Eren, it seemed.

Was he tired? Bored of her? Did he need another distractio-

“Well I’ll be dammed,” Armin said out loud, eyes blown wide with the perfect idea plastered at his frontal lobe. He had it. A way to get rid of Eren, organically. Well, as organic as he was going to be able to make it without it coming off completely fabricated. “You aren’t happy. I can see that,” Eren quirked his head to the side, eyebrows creased together.

“Uh…what are you talking abou-”

“Sooo,” Armin pushed off the table he was previously leaned against and began pacing back and forth, hand on chin in thought. “I was thinking just now, what if I found someone new for you to talk to?”

Eren stared at him blankly for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around what his friend was going on about. Someone new? He had Mikasa. He didn’t think he needed someone else. He just needed to fix things with her and then everything was going to go back to normal. What was he getting to?

Armin’s face relaxed into a laugh, throwing his hands up. Truthfully, he looked like he lost it when in fact — he’d never saw the world more clearer.

“I got it.” He walked up to his friend, and placed his hands on Eren’s broad shoulders, relief in his sea blue eyes. “Christie.” At the mention of her name, Eren shook his head and began walking away. Armin was hot on his heels, knowing he could drive this idea home. “Come onnn. I remember seeing you two talking the other day. It looked like you were really interes-“

“Yeah,” Eren spun around, Armin almost walking smack into him. His face was full of tension, remembering that night the blond decided to bring up the little meeting with him and her. “I remember too. I also remember you telling Mikasa all about it at that dinner the other night.” Armin cringed at the memory, knowing it real was a dick move to do. In his defense, if Eren hadn’t flirted with you right in front of his face like he hadn't been there — he wouldn’t had to get creative and cause him problems. It was his fault. “Thanks for that by the way. Wonder why me and Mika have been having so many problems lately.” He spun back around and headed for the kitchen, annoyed with the entire topic already.

Armin sighed, rolling his eyes. “God, when are you gonna get over that? I said I was sorry. Anyway, maybe you should meet up with Christie again and-“

“No, maybe you should stay out of my fucking business for once and just be my fucking friend instead of being a part time asshole and a part time instigator!”

Eren was in his face now and whereas it didn’t threaten Armin, it was irritating. He had no right to get upset over something that wasn’t nearly his fault. Eren’s failing relationship was due to his own issues with crushing on you and lying to Mikasa about it. Lying to her about his feelings for her and lying to himself all at the same time. It had nothing to do with him. If anything, Armin saw his involvement as actually trying to help him while also helping himself. He wasn’t at fault here.

“You know,” Armin stepped towards him as well, clearing any bit of distance that was still left in between them. The proud grin on Armin’s face made Eren’s blood boil, fists balled up at his sides. “You act put together but you’re falling apart at the seams my friend,” he began to circle the taller, dark blues sizing him up. “Mikasa can see it. I can see it. We all can.” He stopped in front of him again, head tilted. “Aren’t you afraid?”

Puzzled, Eren frowned. “Afraid? Afraid of what?”

In that split second of silence, Armin looked like he was frozen in place. Eyes unblinking and body so still. It almost scared the other until the blond finally spoke up, worrying him more by his words instead.

“Afraid of losing it all.”

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