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aryxchse · 2 months

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beach talks / percy jackson x mortal! fem! reader.

a / n : and here i thought i wouldn't write anything mortal x demigod trope,,,, but yeah my brain is screaming ideas to me from all of the bf asmr's and percy jackson's hot self i keep up with. and please let demigod's have magical phones!!

warnings : crying, cuteness overload, suprisingly i didn't cursed?? childhood friends to strangers (?) to lovers, first love, enchanted to meet you fr

oh how you missed perseus jackson.

yancy academy was something traumatising for the both of you, but percy made it easier to survive. he was fun, sarcastic, cute, and had the most gorgeous sea green eyes.

you two loved sneaking out from the school, just to visit beach. you both loved the sea, but you knew he loved it more than you. whenever he was near the ocean, he would always be more calmer.

his eyes would change the color according to the sea, or you we're just so in love with his eyes that you romanticised it in every way.

so when he called you last night, to ask you if you would meet up at the beach you always visited back then, you couldn't say no. instead, you laughed and said 'you always loved to be near the ocean anyways.'

you were so mad at him, so mad. you said you wouldn't leave him when he got expelled, but instead, he left you. he dissapeared without saying anything. and years later, the last week of the summer before collage starts, he reached to you.

and you're so, so mad at yourself for agreeing to meet up with him.

but then again, the way you missed and loved him was more powerful than your anger.

the beach was the same as the last day you arrived here. two years after percy got expelled and didn't even answered any of your calls that time, dissapearing. you were 14, now returning as 18.

you saw a familiar boy sitting on the sand, hugging his knees and watching the ocean with a calm look on his face. he had the same messy raven hair and sharp features with the boy you were in love with when you were 12.

"percy?" you called softly, approaching the boy. he immediatly turned to you, bright sea green eyes piercing your soul.

oh, those sea green eyes.

"oh gods, y/n," he said, stooding up. you tried to pay no mind to him saying 'gods' instead of 'god.' since he hugged you like he was going to break your ribs. "i missed you so much."

the tears were already showing themselfs in your eyes. man, you really loved this boy. as you hugged him back, the change in his appearence made you sad. because you weren't there to see it, to tease him for how quick he got taller or how ripped he was now.

he was more tan, he had many, many scars on his body. he smelled like salt water and wow, he was so much taller than you now. not to mention of how bigger his body get. was he in the military or something when he was gone?

"thank you for coming," he said, pulling away to look at you. his smile was bright like you remembered, so strong that always making people mirror his expression. "i really appreciate it."

"well, i deserve an apology right?" you said, sitting next to his previous place on the sand. he sat next to you, expression.. guilty.

"you deserve much more than that," he said quietly, meeting your eyes. you avoided them, 'cause if you didn't, you would scream: it's okay! i forgive you handsome!

"what are you waiting for then?" you asked, watching the ocean. "make up for it jackson."

and with that, he began to tell you everything. he knew he didn't have to hide anything from you, and how you we're a little mythology obsessed. it did suprised you, but you didn't showed it.

"and i knew i had to reach you after the last war because," he said, meeting your eyes again. this time, you looked back at him. "there's not gonna be any prophecy soon."

a sigh escaped your lips, as a way of process everything. "first of all, i'm mad." you said, and percy groaned in sadness. "because i would've helped you through everything, i would try my best."

"i know," percy whispered. "but i didn't want to put you in danger, you're important to me."

good one, you thought. he sure learned how to make a girl melt.

"second of all," you ignored his comment. "i guess i can forgive you since, you saved the world and all." he chuckled at your joke, finally relaxing his shoulders.

"you- you're not freaked out?" he finally asked. and you shook your head.

"you knew i always had a thing for supernatural stuff," you said with a shrug, smiling at him. he smiled back, squinting his eyes because of the sun. "yeah, i know." he nodded.

"so uh," you avoided his gaze again. "got any girlfriends? you've been gone for too long, we need to make up for it."

you were actually scared to ask this question, because you couldn't had a boyfriend after him. you didn't know why, but you were so loyal to him that you didn't even loved someone after him.

"no." he said. "i never loved anyone like i loved you."

oh gods, you thought. did he read my mind? how can we be this same?

"you-" you stuttered. "you- what?" he chuckled, pinching your cheek.

"guess i skipped the part were my fatal flaw is loyalty," he explained. "i had the biggest crush on you when we were 12, and i couldn't forget about you ever since. i knew i had to be with you, so i won the wars and didn't die, just to return to you."

the pinching turned into caress, and the next thing you knew was you were in his arms. "perseus jackson," you whispered, tears rolling down. you hated when you were filled up with this much emotion. "you're really the worst first love."

he only smiled, like he knew the feelings were mutual. and deep down, he did. all those years, he knew he was going to reach you and make you his one day. just when all of the stuff was over, like now.

"i know pretty," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. he kept caressing your cheek gently, and your noses brushed every once in a while. "but i'm gonna make up for it, i swear it on the river styx."

#haha i hate this #DID YOU GUYS NOTICED THE WAY YOU SAID GODS AFTER HIM TELLING HIS STORY??#its important to me that you did #and you guys are just 'i cant argue with a boy who has sea green eyes'#and like 'okay whatever you say handsome 😍'#same tbh #perseus jackson x you #i am using this tag from now on #percy x you #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #pjo tv show

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Dating John Doe Would Be Like This:

A/N: So I'm just starting to write for slashers, creepypastas and other dark yanderes like Doe here. Requests are open for hcs and imagines, but I won't write smut 🙃 (The image below isn't mine.) Enjoy!

Warnings: Unhealthy and obsessive loving behaviour, mentions of violence, emotional manipulation

👁• Well, you've gotten his attention immediately, just for being you. Congratulations! Doe's never going to let you go now. You're stuck in a neverending loop of coming across him until you accept his love and let him seep into your life.

👁• John Doe loves everything about you. Every little thing. He wants to know as much as he can about who you are, your deepest secrets... privacy? Personal space? Never heard of them.

👁• He is very, very obsessive, no matter what you're doing. You could be simply watching TV, and Doe's not watching the channel at all, because you're so close together, as you're supposed to be, and he can't help the repeated swooning thoughts of how he just love love loves you!!! John also follows you to where you work, at the gas station, and will stare at you lovingly while you work and help out when you ask him to for the whole day. If you're shy or uneasy by the constant staring and attention, it only makes Doe more motivated to keep doing it, because the blushing and avoiding meeting his eye is so cute!!

👁• His main love languages are physical touch and words. I mean, his words are usually just giddy rambles and crazed staring in between the sentences, but his physical touch is practically suffocating. Whenever Doe can touch you, he will be, because he's very clingy with you. Now that you're together, he's not about to let you go, and the public will have to see that when you're out and about and your hand's gripped tightly in his, or an arm wrapped firmly around your waist.

👁• He's also a big hugger and cuddler, but you'll frequently have to remind him that he's holding you too tightly or that you can't concentrate on whatever you're doing while he's right up in your face and watching your every move. His cuddles include him burying his face into the crook of your neck and breathing your scent in, because it's completely unique to you, and anything to do with you is perfect in his mind. John Doe also loves kissing you, because you taste so sweet, and he could get high off the feeling because you're so addictive!

👁• John's also extremely protective. If anyone attempts to flirt with you or becomes too friendly for his liking, they won't last long at all. He could make a horrifying expression to make the weaker ones back off, but then again, could kill them, even in front of you to make a point. "Darling, why are you crying? They don't mean anything to you, now do they? Ohh, but you are cute when you're scared-"

👁• He doesn't have much of a social life, so if you do... well, that's a tricky one. Doe might give in to your sweet pleas for him to join you and your friends to go out and get drinks fr a couple of hours, or he could emotionally manipulate you into staying. "You- you're leaving me here, by myself?! Why? Don't you love me...? But you love them more than you love me. Then stay here, please??"

👁• If you're easily disturbed by blood, then you'll have to tell John not to leave you such gory gifts. He'll start getting you little things that you personally like instead of violent trinkets and stuff like that.

👁• He reminds you he loves you every day, every hour, and if you don't say it back, Doe will pout and give you big sad eyes until you do. If you tell him you love him randomly tone day before he does, he'll be over the moon, and clingier than ever.

👁• John Doe will do anything for you, and I mean anything. He'll be anything you want, too, but he might just cry if you tell him you prefer him looking as he naturally does and that he doesn't need to change for you. Any hobbies you have are now his, because he wants to share and bond over everything he can with you. It's only fair, right?

👁• He's not completely above brainwashing you into agreeing with him and seeing things from his perspective, but that's only if it's something big, especially if you somehow ignore him. But Doe prefers your responses to be from the heart.

👁• John doesn't really like it when you choose to have a bath or shower too often. He's come to understand that you do need to shower because you want to keep clean, but he'll insist on you getting unscented soaps and things.

👁• He adores it when you help paint his nails, and he'll do the same for you! He's surprisingly steady and careful when he's concentrated and not distracted by how completely beautiful you look. Doe also loves it when you wear his hoodies, or match his aesthetic and colours by wearing black and red. "Look, my love, we're matching!! We're just made for each other, aren't we? Aren't we?!"

👁• His home is a mess, and you can try cleaning some of the junk up when you're over, though it's not a great idea to examine the blood-stained bits and pieces buried within the chaos. So, it's better to hang out at your place. Doe also likes it when you brush his hair, even though it'll never stay down and straight and smooth. Still, he loves the feeling and attention, and will soak it all up with a lovestruck grin.

👁• The symbol on his t-shirt constantly changes with his mood, which is a good way to keep track of his feelings. It's almost always love and adoration when he's around you, and he's around you most of the time, even if you can't spot him at first.

👁• All in all, he's not a bad boyfriend if you can take his clingy, obsessive loving nature and violent tendencies to any minor threats to you and your love life. John Doe's a pretty creepy guy, but he loves you to death, and in the end, everything he does is for you.

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whiskygoldwings · 2 months

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Within Operating Parameters

One shot

Cody/Obi-Wan. Boil/Waxer. Clone/clone relationship mentioned.

Alternative Universe: Soulmates

Warnings: Dehumanization of clones

This kinda hit me out of nowhere, and kept me up until nearly 1 in the morning to finish it, so apologies if there's any errors/disjointedness. Also, I'm not sure who started calling the Negotiator's medic Helix, but it's stuck with me and I can't shake it now!

The clones never removed their helmets. Or, at least, not where anyone other than another clone can see. They spoke in military terms only, introduced themselves with identity numbers instead of names.

It makes Obi-Wan nauseous, even as he smiles gently at CC-2224 and thanks him for his assistance again.

He could FEEL their personalities in the Force, which only made their outward meat-droid presentation all the more painful. It’s unsettled all the Jedi, he knows, but he has always been particularly empathetic, and their fear and anxiety every time any nat-borns are near them makes him want to gag.

It presses at him constantly, the wary avoidance of him, the hopeful hero-worship, tainted by terror and panic. He’s been convinced from the very beginning that the clones are a trap, too conveniently placed to gift them an army when war began. But they are a particularly efficient trap for him. He can feel the curl of the Dark in the violent hatred he feels for the Kaminoans, in the creeping desire to turn the Negotiator to Kamino and rip the foundations asunder.

He breaths deep, drawing in the loving warmth of the Force, and breathing out the pain. His eyes are closed, and he feels a worried pang from one of the helmsmen, but he does his best to ignore it.

It’s the most effective torture that could have been devised.

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CC-2224 stares at his eyes in the Mirror.

Still matching. Still golden-brown. Still within operating parameters.

He steps away, pulling his helmet on and activating the seals, ceding his spot to the next brother in line. CT-1477 is similary within operating parameters, but he takes the pre-requisite 30 seconds to observe and ensure he is still acceptable before moving to follow CC-2224 to the bridge.

CC-2224 sheds Cody with every step away from the Vode barracks. The clone slips over him, concealing the defective core of the brother from the enemy.

It’s a little harder today, as he steps onto the bridge. General Kenobi turns to him, and there’s a sad smile on his face, that quickly slides into a warm greeting, blue eyes shining at him.

CC-2224 knows the flash of warmth in his heart is defective, but it passes quickly. It is not permanent. It does not require reporting.

General Kenobi’s smile falters, and briefly there’s something painful on his face, before the serene calm washes it all away.

CC-2224 does not ache for the smile to return. He is functional. He reviews the battle scenario presented to him, and devises a strategy. He is not proud when General Kenobi strokes his beard and grins. He is not pleased when General Kenobi tells him it’s an excellent plan. He nods, and issues orders.

Cody bundles the memory in a tiny, precious box in his mind, and holds onto it for later.

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Cody wakes in the midst of his brothers, warm and comfortable. Boil has a leg over his, Crys’ stomach is under his head. Wooley, the limpet, has drooled on his kriffing bicep again, and Cody can’t quite bring himself to be annoyed about it.

He’s woken, as he always does, at precisely 05.00hrs. He’s the Marshall Commander, he needs to wake before the others. The Kaminoans had trained it into him.

They did not train the extra five minutes he takes to soak up the warmth of his vod into him. That he took for himself.

The others wake around him when the five minutes are up. Wooley wipes his face on Cody’s arm, grinning up at him when he glares down. Crys stretches, careful not to disrupt Cody too much. Boil doesn’t move. He’s always struggled with mornings. Waxer is already pressing kisses into his cheek, dragging him up from the dark with the sheer obstinateness of his love.

Cody sighs, and waits until Boil manages to curl himself away from him, into Waxer, fumbling tired fingers into Waxer’s hair and holding him to him.

It’s time to get up.

Cody rises, stretching out cramped muscles from sleeping on the cold floor. They haven’t had an inspection yet while on the Venator, but the harsh punishments of the trainers and Kaminoans when they’d dragged the mattresses onto the floor still ache in each of them, and they haven’t dared that level of deviance yet. He firmly pushes away thoughts that General Kenobi probably wouldn’t care, would probably be pleased to see the humanity in them, and goes to take a piss and brush his teeth. There’s mirrors all along the wall in the bathroom over the sinks, but they’re not the Mirror, so he doesn’t bother to meet his eyes. Around him, brothers do the same, a mix of grumbling and smiling vode, all going through the morning routine.

Breakfast is caff and porridge. It’s actually not bad. The Generals had argued that ration bars was not enough to sustain an army conducting warfare, so Cody and his vod got real food now. It’s eaten in the confines of their cafeteria, sequestered deep in Vode territory, away from any nat-born eyes, but it makes Cody feel a little more human.

There’s not been a lot of that in their lives.

He finishes first, and stands first. He is always the first. It’s the correct order of things. He feels Cody start to slip away, CC-2224 activating with the measured footsteps towards the armour lockers. None of the other Vode catch his eye, the fond touches of earlier come to an end.

CC-2224 is not their vod.

He strips perfunctorily, and steps into the sonic. Cody looks down at his body, traces the new scar on his shoulder. CC-2224 steps out when it finishes. Pulls on the new set of blacks waiting for him. He settles the pieces of armour into place.

Around Cody/CC-2224 other brothers/clones strip and clean themselves. Deadened eyes, tight jaws. The rare aesthetical defect standing out in the midst of symmetrical bodies.

Cody glances away and walks out. He stutters a moment, dread coursing through him.

What if he didn’t look in the Mirror? Just for one day. What if he didn’t look?

He does, of course. Two golden-brown eyes. Matching. No deviance.

CC-2224 pulls his helmet on and goes to his duty.

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There’s something tense in CC-2224’s presence today, Obi-Wan observes. Almost like he’s approaching a precipice, and has a choice as to whether he backs away, or continues to the edge. It’s beautiful. Obi-Wan finds himself watching out the corner of his eye, breath held, waiting to see which way he goes.

CC-2224 stays calmly still, hands behind his back, feet shoulder width apart. His chest rises and falls slowly.

Obi-Wan sighs, and looks away. There’s a spark of frustration, before he manages to ease it into the Force. The tense feeling has eased, CC-2224 has walked away from the cliff edge, and Obi-Wan does his best not to feel bitter disappointment.

Perhaps if he’d approached the man...?

He’s very tired of being feared.

It’s a moment of anger, a moment of exhaustion that drives him when he strides over to CC-2224, and puts a hand to his shoulder. It horrifies him in the next second, and he gapes awkwardly at the tilted helmet.

He has never breached their personal space before. It was vile, they had so little autonomy over their own lives; he refused to put them in uncomfortable situations when they were so clearly institutionalised to avoid any nat-borns.

Yet he’s still got his hand on CC-2224’s shoulder. He’s still staring into that visor, blue eyes searching for a glimpse of anything underneath.

CC-2224 doesn’t shake him off, doesn’t move. His external comms must have switched off, because there’s not even the sound of his breathing. He is still, silent, and his Force presence has shrunk to a...

Oh...

Obi-Wan feels his own breath catch, as something delicate and yearning unfurls from the shadow of CC-2224’s mind. The helmet trembles slightly, and a gloved hand comes up to place careful fingers over his own. They stand like that for a moment, two, and Obi-Wan realises the trembling of the helmet is rough, disjointed.

He thinks CC-2224 is shouting in there.

Obi-Wan doesn’t know what compels him. He lifts his other hand to CC-2224’s helmet, places his fingers over the button to unseal his helm. CC-2224’s other hand jerks up, grabbing his wrist. He waits, and CC-2224’s fingers loosen, then slide over the back of his hand, over his own fingers, and press down against them.

The helmet unseals with a hiss.

They stand there for a moment longer, Obi-Wan staring into the visor, the visor impassively staring back. The trembling has stopped, but CC-2224 heaves with every harsh breath that pants out of his mouth, loud in the absolute silence of the Bridge. Obi-Wan suddenly worries for his ability to breathe, bringing both hands to the edges of the helmet, dislodging the gloved ones on top of his, and slides the helmet off.

CC-2224 has wide, golden-brown eyes, a cruel scar around the left one, and a wide, gasping mouth. He stares desperately back at Obi-Wan, who hungrily drinks in every line of his face, the helmet falling to the floor and rolling away as he presses his hands to either side of CC-2224’s face.

He watches, wonderously, as the golden-brown of Cody’s left eye swirls and rivers of blue flow through it’s warm deserts. He feels an odd, warm sensation in his own left eye, and knows sunlight and sand is filling his in turn.

CC-2224’s eyes snap to his own changing one, and he touches a gloved thumb to the edge of Obi-Wan’s eyelid. Obi-Wan can’t help himself, this wonderful, miraculous man in front of him overwhelmes him, and he turns his face and tilts up, pressing his lips to the pad of that thumb. Something broken punches out of CC-2224’s throat He grabs Obi-Wan’s face and slams their lips together.

It’s imperfect, teeth, brutal desparation and terror, but Obi-Wan answers, careful and gentle, easing them into a cautious kiss. He slides a hand into curling, regulation-cut hair, and slowly pulls away. He leaves his forehead pressed against CC-2224’s briefly, watching him come back to himself in fits and starts, and the horror beginning to twist his face.

Obi-Wan steps back, heart heavy as he lets go of CC-2224, as CC-2224’s hands fall away from him. This is his soulmate. His soulmate is terrified of him.

Obi-Wan has gone too far.

He still isn’t really sure what came over him. He steps away, collecting CC-2224’s helmet from where it rolled to, and walking back to him. The man is frozen, the only movement his eyes, wide like a cornered animal as he watches Obi-Wan. It hurts, like nothing Obi-Wan has ever felt before.

He raises CC-2224’s helmet over his head, and carefully brings it down, concealing those beautiful, mismatched eyes, one the colour of golden sands at sunset, one ocean-blue. He brings the helmet down, until it sits snugly where it should, and activates the seals.

He steps away, then turns and leaves. He feels the tears on his cheeks as he goes, and knows CC-2224 saw them before he left.

The other clones on the bridge never turned away from their panels.

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CC-2224 functions within parameters for the rest of his shift. He does not see the General again. His heart rate is high, his breathing short, but he wrangles them back into acceptable ranges every time they begin to exceed the maximum. The other clones do not react to him. They do not say anything. They do not deviate from their duties.

Only Cody has done that today.

CC-2224 carries them through the rest of their shift. He does not wonder where General Kenobi, and his deviant mismatched eyes are at any point. He does not think about him. Does not remember his chapped, warm lips on his...

CC-2224 breaths carefully, brings them back within parameters, and functions.

It is Cody, when he passes the door to the Vode barracks, who wrenches off his helmet, tearing skin in his haste to pull it off before he releases the seals, and flings it carelessly to the floor. It is Cody who stumbles to the Mirror, desparate and terrified, and looks at his eyes.

Mismatched, deviant eyes.

His right is still regulation golden-brown. His left... His left is wonderful, brilliant stormy ocean blue. He presses stunned fingers to his own cheek, then to the Mirror, not quite able to believe what he sees. He stares, and stares, and stares. It does not change.

His brothers are behind him, helmets off, matching golden-brown eyes all staring at his own not-matching set. There’s wonder, horror, fear and anticipation on each of their identical faces. They are silent, waiting for him to react first.

He does not know what to do.

Eventually, the tableau is broken by Helix.

The Chief Medical officer orders them all to their dinner, placing himself between Cody and the others, arms folded. He stares them all down, until they trickle away, each one looking behind them at their Vod as they go. Wooley is the last to leave, and goes to reach out for Cody before Helix hisses at him. Wooley slopes off with a worried gaze, and finally, Cody and Helix are alone.

Helix turns to Cody, and watches him carefully through the reflection. It’s several minutes before Cody managed to look away from that blue, blue eye and meet Helix’s own regulation golden-brown pair.

Helix’s face is firm, but not angry. He looks at Cody. There’s no pity, or condemnation, he is simply there.

It helps Cody find himself again, in amongst the echoes of the Kaminoans in his head. He takes a deep breath in time with Helix’s own, and closing his eyes, turns away from the mirror.

He only opens them again when he’s turned completely away, and, standing straight-backed and proud, he faces Helix, waiting for his vod to lead him to the medical bay for decommissioning.

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Obi-Wan hasn’t managed to meditate for the past hour. It’s not for lack of trying. He’d sat on the floor, hands on his knees, eyes (mismatched, wonderful eyes) closed that whole time. His legs are numb; he’s not entirely sure he can get up at this point, and frankly, he still desparately wants to go and find CC-2224 and beg him to please forgive him.

He winces as he unclenched his fist from where he’s dug his nails into his shin again. With a heavy sigh he gives up, awkwardly pulling his legs out from their crossed positions, and flopping back so he’s laid on the floor completely.

Meeting your soulmate was meant to be... The most incredible moment in your life. He’d grown up on stories of eyes meeting across rooms, drawn to each other inevitability. That first curl of colour-shift, that first warmth of knowing each other. Even Qui-Gon had spoken reverantly of it, in those moments he managed to overcome the grief and speak of Master Tahl.

Instead, Obi-Wan felt like he’d violated his soulmate.

He couldn’t help but remember those wide, frightened eyes, the hitch of fear in his soulmate’s breath. His warm brown skin had paled, even as he’d lurched forwards into the kiss.

Obi-Wan shudders, swallowing back bile.

Whatever the Kaminoans had done to the clones, his taking away CC-2224’s right to hide his eyes, to not make that soulmate bond was far, far worse.

He could feel it, delicate and frail in the center of his mind. He curled protectively around it, even as he carefully kept from touching it or strengthening the fragile thread. A soulmate bond with one who was force-sensitive could be a beautiful thing, a gentle sharing of emotions and thoughts of each other.

Obi-Wan refused to intrude upon CC-2224 anymore than he already had. He would allow himself tonight. One night to hover over it, bask in it, but careful not to touch. And tomorrow he would go to CC-2224, apologise for his over step, and seal it. It couldn’t be broken, not now it’d been allowed to form, but he could prevent it from growing any stronger, and give CC-2224 choice in this at least.

He wipes away his tears, and stared at the ceiling.

He was not meant for good things.

——

Cody stares at Helix, confused and frankly, fucking angry. They are in Helix’s office within Vode territory.

Helix has positioned them with Cody’s back to the door, and Helix facing it. He has placed Cody’s helmet in his hands, and set up a proximity alarm, so they will be alerted if anyone approaches. Helix stated he isn’t worried about Vode, that the secret will be kept by their brothers, but the fear of a nat-born inspection hangs over them even now.

Helix is a very good brother. He had spent the last hour explaining soulmates to Cody, and answering his questions. He explains that back on Kamino, those Vode pre-selected and trained to be chief medical officers had been quietly and secretly taught by Trainer Skirata exactly why they had to check their eyes every day, why they weren’t allowed to remove their helmets, why the Vode were trained to be inhuman drones when performing their duties.

Skirata had not been kind, but he had been indignant that this had been taken from them. It had been his small rebellion before he went and committed his full betrayal.

Helix told him of the Manda’s gift, the sign of the soulbond, the person who was made for Cody, and who Cody was made for. He told him that the Kaminoans had hidden this from the Vode, kept it from them for fear that their product would escape their indoctrination. He held Cody’s face and smiled, wide and proud, as he told him that this meant Cody would be loved.

At first Cody was silent, then doubtful, and then, so, so force-damned angry. So angry he shook with it, and thumped his fist on the floor, teeth clenched.

The Kaminoans took everything from them. Produced them. Trained them. Modified their bodies and mind. Gave them only identity numbers and shoddy armour. He didn’t know why this was the final straw on the pile of his resentment, but it was. He roars and bellows, Helix quiet and solid with him as he rages. The sounds of his fury echo off the walls. It isn’t long before the proximity alarm rang repeatedly.

No one enters, and Helix remains calmly sitting, waiting for Cody’s anger to settle.

Eventually, it does. But not into the weary acceptance of before. He feels something delicately warm in the core of him, and he surrounds it with calm revolution. He looks up at Helix with mis-matched eyes, and sees the same anger in him.

Together they rise, and Cody leaves the office, stepping out to the fading whispers of his brothers stood in the hallway, as they all turn to watch him. Boil and Waxer, Wooley and Longshot. So many brothers faces with halting, worried expressions.

He looks back at them, a single set of mismatched eyes within the sea of golden-brown, and tells them the truth.

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Obi-Wan woke from troubled sleep to a sense that something had changed. For a moment, he stays lying on the floor where he’d eventually fallen asleep last night, and blinked up at the ceiling, struggling to center himself in the Force.

The oppressive fear and anxiety had been swept away by a flood of rebellion and joy. It sang through him, wardrums pounding at the heart of it. His limbs were flush with energy, his heart pounding in time with the beat. He found himself clambering to his feet, unable to resist the pull of fierce jubilance. His saber leapt to his hand, the force dancing playfully, excitedly around him, teasing him towards the door.

He walks dazedly through the hallways, following the curl of something golden dragging at his chest. His feet are bare, he wore only his sleep clothes, hair flattened from lying on the floor, and he didn’t care. He needed to find it, that wonderful bloom of warmth in the center of his mind, that proud, fierce presence that unapologetically called for him.

Blinking, he steps onto the Bridge.

The clones wore no helmets. Identical heads, with identical curled black regulation haircuts stood at their stations. The few nat-born officers were stood quietly, confused, unable to stop staring at the bared clone faces around them.

Obi-Wan could only see one.

CC-2224 stood, turned towards him, face open and proud and mismatched eyes locked with his. His hands are calmly held in the small of his back, posture military crisp. He watches Obi-Wan as he approached, until he stands infront of him, then he reaches out his right hand, placing his thumb on Obi-Wan’s cheek below his golden-brown eye.

“Cody,”

Obi-Wan startles, placing his own hand over the gloved one on his cheek. “What?”

Mismatched eyes crinkle nearly closed with the force of the smile on his soulmates face.

“My name is Cody.”

#star wars #the clone wars #commander cody #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #codywan #star wars fanfiction #codywan fanfic #cloneshipping #clone trooper waxer #waxer/boil

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demieyesore · 7 days

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Sex and Feelings - Sam Monroe

Summary - Sam and you got into a heated argument that ended in tears and sex.

Warnings / Mentions - Fem!Reader, Insecure!Sam, mentions of drugs and other mental health issues, pet names used are baby, angel, and pretty girl/sweet girl, hurt comfort, small angst, makeup sex, sad sex, dacryphilia, both Sam and Reader are crying, oral (f receiving), Sam cums untouched, praise, Sam licks Reader's tears, creampie, squirting, NOT PROOF READ; SO PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE'S ANY MISTAKESSSS

A/N - I know I usually write GN!Reader, but I wanted to use certain affectionate terms like "pretty girl" and I haven't been able to think of a gender-neutral way yet...maybe just "pretty baby" or "pretty doll" Idk, send help fr...Also, does anyone have any idea how to avoid using Y/N in dialogue?

Requested - Yessir, right here

Word Count - 2197

Tag List - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely

@yourenogoodforme @gallerygourmet @heartsforanakin @helendeath @ysrjune

@anisangeldust @catnipaddictt @ahano @itachicha @02ibiskywitt05

@espinathena-17 @lvrfay3

Gif by @sukugo

Tears flooded your eyes, and your senses went wild from the way your boyfriend was talking about himself and your relationship. Sam, your sweet yet devilish boyfriend, was pleading for you to break up with him.

"Sam, I just don't understand. I don't want to break up!" You tried over and over to reach out to him, but he only kept pulling away. His thoughts and mind are elsewhere. Sam had a hazy look in his eyes, one of fear and loneliness.

"Y/n, stop making this harder than it needs to be. I'm not good for you, and you fuckin' know it." Sam's exclamation caught you off guard. The aggressive use of language at the end makes you glow with anger. Your emotions are mixing in a pot, like ingredients. Some anger here, some fear there, some dread, and the final being your undying care for him.

"You can't possibly mean that! Sam, for the love of God, you are everything to me! I mean, yes, we all have our flaws, but I don't care!" Your voice echoed in the room. You had come over to his house in order to check in on him, wanting to hang out and watch a movie, only to see him getting high. Not the usual joint high, not pills, but he was in the middle of hanging himself in his closet when you walked into his room.

"Oh, fuck off; you don't mean that. You know just how bad I am for you; you just don't want to admit it. You never do!" He yelled at the end; you could tell he was starting to get emotional. As much as Sam loved you, he always struggled to believe that you actually liked him. It wasn't even fathomable for you to be in love with him.

It was like he was shutting down on you, but you didn't want to give him up. "Sammy, please...how do-- How do I fix this?" You took a deep breath, your nose sniffling from the stress on your mind and body. Sam was silently crying, his face contorting into one of pain. "You can't; you just can't! You can't do anything about it; you're not the one who needs fixing!" He seethes, pacing around his messy room as he tries to sort out his thoughts.

He's such a mess. He's wearing a band tee, one that he cut the sleeves off of to create a make shift tank top. A studded belt with a pair of black jeans. A leather bracelet cuff was on his right wrist, while the bracelet you made for him hung around his left. Sam was messing with the bracelet in an attempt to calm down.

"You don't need to be fixed; you're not an object. You need someone who can be there for you, Sam! You need to actually talk about your feelings instead of bottling them up, and trust me, I know how hard that can be!" You gestured towards him, knowing that your choice of words might have been harsh and ironic since he was the one begging for you to leave him.

Sam clocked the irony, ignoring the meaning behind what you said and just shouting in a choked-up voice. "I'm trying!" His anger got the better of him as he pulled at the bracelet you made him. It wasn't all that, but it was important to him and to you. The matching one adorns your own wrist. The cheap material is a piece of elastic string with cute beads. The bracelet held some cute little charms that fit his style, along with a heart and your name. Your bracelet has your own personal aesthetic, and it has his name.

As he angrily tugged at the jewelry, it snapped. He threw what little of the beads his hand caught in your direction. You flinched as some of them flew toward you. Pain prickled at your heart when the beads clattered to the floor. Sam realized what he had done in his small fit of rage. He knew that if he hadn't hurt you before, he had now.

His eyes soften with a flash of sincerity as he stays quiet. Neither of you dared to speak. The anger having died out entirely. Sam slowly walked towards you, both of you having tears running messily down your cheeks. Sam's eyeliner was smudged and tracking down in streaks.

As he neared, you didn't move. Allowing him to embrace you in a hug. His hands were around your waist as he pulled you into his chest. His forehead slumped towards the floor as he nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck. You could feel the wetness brushing on your shoulder from his own crying. Your arms came up and wrapped around him. You both didn't have the words—nothing that could truly say you were sorry.

"Baby," Sam started, cutting himself off as he put together his thoughts. He felt uneasy as he tried to think of a way to apologize. A way to get you to forgive him for his outburst. He knew it wasn't your fault he felt this way, and he knew that he was just self-sabotaging another relationship.

Sam's brain finally formed an idea—the only way he could think of to say he was so fuckin' sorry.

"Baby, let me make it up to you..." Sam finalized it, and the both of you are still crying from the distress of the situation. You tried to pull away so you could look at him and listen to him, but he didn't let you. Confusion rippled through you when his grip on you tightened, tilting your head to the side as a result of your puzzlement. Which just made Sam's job so much easier as he began placing soft kisses on your neck. His mouth trailed up your throat as he sucked at your soft skin. You hummed in satisfaction at his affectionate behavior. Both Sam and you had clouded minds still as he kissed up your jaw, making his way to your swollen lips. Already red and puffy, bitten raw from your sobbing.

Sam just loved seeing you like this; he hated to say it, but you were so pretty when you cried, and you often thought the same thing about him. The way his face would screw together in pain, his eyes watery, and his skin looking red was the most beautiful sight in the world. One of Sam's hands snaked up to your face, cradling you into his palm. He could feel your cheekbone pressed against him, his thumb wiping the liquid dampening under your eye.

The kiss grew more heated; Sam wanted more of you. He wanted all of you, and that was part of the problem in the first place. He felt like he was too selfish with you. Sam prodded at your lower lip with his tongue, and you eagerly let him in. Loving the intimate and passionate way he invaded your mouth. Always wanting to taste you, he'd devour you if he could.

Sam moaned into the kiss. You weren't quite vocal yet. Your emotions are still running rampant, keeping you in a non-verbal-like state. Sam could feel himself getting hard, his hand on your waist slipping down momentarily to massage himself through his jeans. Something that was difficult, but he needed some kind of feeling down there. He was only kissing you, and it was driving him crazy. Sam only ever wanted to please you. Be there for you, but he always felt like he was letting you down. He desperately wanted to save you from himself. He was terrified of taking you down with him. So instead, he would go down on you.

Sam pushed you towards the bed, backing you up until your legs hit the edge, forcing you to sit down. Sam broke the kiss as he unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off as he grabbed you by your ankles. He folded you in on yourself, keeping you stable as he pulled off your shorts down your legs, tossing them off god knows where into his room. Once you both were free from your bottoms, Sam kneeled in front of you.

He pulled you closer to him, a yelp escaping your plump lips. Sam didn't bother taking off your panties, opting to just push them to the side with how impatient he was getting. Just as Sam's face got closer to your cunt, he stopped, glancing up at you. His voice was low with need as he asked, "Okay with this pretty girl?" You hummed in approval, words still lacking from your brain and mouth. Sam wouldn't push you to answer today with words; he's already aware of how you react when sensitive.

He dipped his head back to your cunt, his finger caught your panties and pulled them to the side. He watched in amusement and desire when he saw what he'd claimed multiple times. He could tell you were already wet but didn't care as he spat his saliva on your exposed pussy. His hand that wasn't occupied with your underwear came up, sinking a finger in between your folds as he swiped up along your slit. Making sure that you were coated well. He pulled his middle finger back, sucking it clean, before resting his hand on your thigh, keeping it in place.

His tongue finally came into contact with your pretty pussy, licking up and gently sucking on your clit. He pressed kisses on your cunt, as he lapped at you hungrily. His tongue poking at your entrance. He moaned into you as his tongue fucked your little hole. Your little whines falling from your mouth were music to his ears, fueling him to get more aggressive and fasten his pace. His lips were swiping across your cunt as he sucked and kissed you. "Prettiest pussy in the fuckin' world, sweet girl."

Sam was shifting uncomfortably from his boner, trying to ignore it as he ate you out. Your little whines and whimpers turned into moans and shrieks of pleasure as he feasted on you. Acting as if he hadn't eaten for a week. He was plunging into you as if you were the air he needed. The knot in your stomach was unraveling, and he could feel it as your cunt fluttered around his tongue. He kept up with what he was doing, giving you exactly what you needed. The cord in your core broke as the most pornographic moan ripped from you, your legs shaking and clamping down around his head as he ate you out through your orgasm.

Sam whimpered at your reaction, getting off on the fact that he knew you were satisfied with him. "Shit- oh fuck!" Sam whined into your pussy, the vibrations overwhelming you as he came. His boxers were stained with the sticky fluid.

Sam finally moved out of your thighs, standing up and flipping you onto your stomach. He easily lifted your ass into the air, propping you up on your knees while your chest pressed into his sheets. He wasted no time as he freed himself from his briefs. Lining up with your sopping wet cunt as he pushed in. Sam threw his head back, a couple more of his tears sliding down his face and dripping onto the floor. He whined as you gasped into his pillows, not entirely letting you adjust to his size as he started moving. He wasn't being rough, but he was being fast. Your tears soaked into his bed, your mouth opening in pleasure as he fucked into you. Sam rammed into you, slapping noises heard throughout the room. "So good, angel, takin' me so well. This pussy was made for me, fuckkkk..." He drawled out.

Sam leaned to your back, enveloping your throat with his hand as he pulled you to him. His hips not slowing, but definitely hitting deeper than before. "My beautiful girl, only one meant for me. Always know just what I need." He whimpered into your ear; the airflow you were getting was slightly chopped off from his hand. The feeling was like ecstasy as he pounded into you. His praises drove you to the edge again. Sam licked your cheek, collecting the drying tears on his tongue. The flavor was salty, but he enjoyed it. His thrusts are growing sloppy from the overstimulating orgasm building. He made sure to hold off, wanting to keep your own white-hot pleasure going for as long as he could. Your pussy leaking as he pulled out. Juices spraying on his cock as he ran his tip throughout your folds, playing with the stream you were squirting. "Even your pussy is crying for me." Sam laughed through his emotion-filled voice. Once you stopped, he pushed back in, giving a couple more thrusts into you before stilling. Sam held onto you tightly as he came, thick ropes spurting into you.

"I'm taking back my demand; you can't break up with me now." Sam jokes as you both start coming down from your highs, wiping away the water weeping from his eyes.

#demieyesore #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe smut #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe

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sukunasweetheart · 8 months

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can i just say i love your fics SMMMM my serotonin boost fr!!! what do we think abt him with an s/o who has a lot of admirers 👁

THANK YOUU here is a treat 4 u <3

sorry i ended up doing too much and also going off-topic a bit oops

it ended up becoming modern au!sukuna 😭 forgive me (gender neutral reader)

sukuna is so used to being the one overshadowing the others - he's used to being the one admired, revered, respected, for his power and intelligence. it's safe to say he'd also be used to seeing people fight each other just for a lick of his attention - desiring for even just a glance from his way. so it's a given that he's not used to feelings of possessiveness or jealousy.

but now that he has you, someone who always has others admiring you from both closeby and afar, he's beginning to understand those petty sensations and thoughts. he's obviously never one to be insecure about your popularity, on most occasions, he even likes to make a show of it - he enjoys seeing them gnashing their teeth with envy as he flaunts his relationship with you in front of their faces - "see this? all mine," he seems to say, as he openly kisses you in public.

but when it catches him on a bad day, perhaps following a bad argument, he sees you with someone who is obviously interested in being more than just a friend to you (which you're not aware of, frustratingly so), and he starts feeling sick to his stomach. with everyone else who came before you, sukuna would simply tell them "don't like it? then leave," whenever they voiced complaints to him about their relationship... but now it's the opposite of what he wants. just the thought of you being with someone that isn't him gets his heart dropping to the ground, making him feel restless.

he knows he isn't the best at being soft. nor at using the kindest words when he gets heated. he'll always be more selfish than selfless, and he's not the most emotionally intelligent. it's unlike him to use words like 'i'm sorry' or 'i love you' so he's uneasy for the moment where you might find someone who'll be everything that he isn't amongst your sea of admirers, and that you'll leave him and never look back.

it's simply so humiliating, feeling this way... he's not sure what to do about it. you seem to be seriously upset this time around, and he knows brushing past it or glossing over it using his usual charm (which is a bad habit that he has) isn't going to work. you're not acknowledging him or responding to his texts properly or saying good morning or goodnight and it's driving him insane because he misses it... you're not looking at him. he's the one gazing at you, longingly.

sukuna will pin you down eventually, somewhere, somehow, and trap you so that you're not able to avoid him any longer. he'll drag you away from your stupid little crowd of spectators and talk to you in private, where'll spend ten minutes trying to apologise in a strange, roundabout and aggressive way because he knows it's his own damn fault. you know him, so you're able to recognise that he's trying to say sorry. your gaze is still elsewhere, looking off to the side instead of him. and that bothers him immensely.

"why won't you look at me?" god, he sounds so sad and pathetic.

truth is, sukuna now simply withers out and dies a little without your attention. what can he do to have that spotlight upon him once again? why are your eyes on anybody, anything, that isn't him? pay attention to me, and me only.

when you finally spare him a glance, he feels like breathing again. and he'll fight tooth and nail to keep that gaze of yours on him. fuck your insignificant and measly admirers. he's all you need, and sukuna's going to make sure of it. (he'll compromise for you, if he has to.)

he's definitely overstimming you in bed that night, in order to catch up on all the lost pride and attention that you'd deprived him of.

tagging; @gojos-thot-patrol <3 hope its to your liking.. even tho its not as angsty as i originally intended it to be haha

Masterlist

#he's basically like a cat meowing at you for attention #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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mncxbe · 9 months

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I just had a cute Idea, How do you think Yosano, Tecchou, and Jouno (and anyone else you want to hehe) react to a child genuinely complimenting them? That would be so cute ngl-

Omg yes this would be so cute. Enjoy♡♡

Side note: ik Jouno can't see but I included descriptions for literary purposes😌🤝🏻

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You think... I'm pretty?

𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉ō, 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: slice of life/ silly♡

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

so let's assume a kid bumps into him on the street and then they engage in a staring contest (he defo would you cannot me convince me otherwise)

then the kid compliments his hair or points out how tall he is or something

at first he's there like 😐 but then that sweet smile of his makes its way to his lips and omg he's so happy

probably thanks the kid tbh

compliments them back and he's so sweet fr; just protect him

Tecchou's eyes narrowed as he carefully observed the colony of ants that crawled its way on the edge of the sidewalk; along the stretch of shade provided by the nearby building.

'Interesting...' he thought to himself 'So they purposefully avoid walking in the sun.'

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a sudden nudge on his side.

"Ouch" voiced a little girl as she pressed a hand to her forehead "Why are you sitting in the middle of the road and woah! Is that a tattoo? It looks so pretty"

For a moment Tecchou's face remained expressionless. He simply held the girl's gaze, trying to make sense of her words. And then it hit him: the cherry petal marks on his face. He gently traced his fingertips over the markings, a warm smile rising to his lips.

"Oh thank you" he beamed, looking at the child.

The girl blushed furiously and stuttered for a moment before turning on her heels and running away, leaving Tecchou alone. He frowned, seemingly unaware of why the kid reacted in such a manner.

Just then Jouno walked out of the building and smacked him over the head.

"Why are you crouching, idiot?" he asked in an annoyed voice "Don't you have work to do?"

Tecchou rose to his feet, still gazing in the direction where the young girl left.

"Say, Jouno. Am I scary?"

"What the hell do you mean by that? Of course not"

"Then why did the girl run away?"

Jouno took notice of the hint of sadness and worry in his colleague's voice and raised a brow "What girl?"

"The girl. She said my marks looked pretty" he said, pointing at his face.

Jouno only scoffed "She was just a kid right? Stop wasting time and let's get back to work"

With that Jouno began walking down the street, snaking through the sea of people; Tecchou following close by. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the kid's words out of his mind. Were his markings really that cool? He always saw them as a part of himself, like his hair or nails, not some adornment, but apparently they were something beautiful, something that made people smile. And that was enough to make Tecchou smile too.

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐

we all know he's high on praise already, although I feel like he has a hard time accepting it

appreciates any compliment he gets but when its from children or elderly people it kinda hits different

he tries not to smile, really tries to but inside he's melting

gently pats the child on the crown of his head

The white haired man wiped the blood off his sword with a swift movement; there was a certain grace to this motion that only came from practice.

"Lowly scum" he mumbled under his breath "Really thought he could steal that woman's purse."

Suddenly, a gentle tug on his crimson cape caused him turn around and face a young boy, who didn't seem older than eleven years of age. The kid's gaze was filled with adoration, chocolate brown eyes glimmering with joy and a wide smile stretching his lips.

"Sir if I may..." he began in a hesitant tone "You're so cool. The way you slashed that man was insane!"

The boy spoke with such fervour, mimicking the blade of Jouno's sword with one of his frail arms. "I wanna be just like you when I grow up"

For a brief moment memories from Jouno's dark past resurfaced in his mind. How could this kid say such things? He doesn't know what a cruel person he was and the despicable things he had done and yet... Maybe he had actually changed since he joined the Hunting Dogs, maybe he was a now a better person; worthy of appreciation.

A warm smile tug at the corners of Jouno's lips as he placed a hand on the boy's head and ruffled his chestnut hair.

"Then make sure to stay out of trouble and work hard, kid." he said with a gentleness that surprised even Jouno himself.

The boy nodded eagerly before a woman's voice called out his name.

"Coming mom!" he replied happily, waving the white haired man goodbye. "You'll see how great I'll become sir. Just like you" added the kid as he made his way towards a middle-aged woman carrying a bag of groceries. He took her free hand and soon the two of them got lost in the sea of people swarming around the shopping centre.

Jouno took a deep breath, attempting to push down the rush of emotions that bubbled up inside him. This was all he needed: confirmation that he was doing something good, that his hard work actually paid off and his actions didn't go unnoticed.

Turning on his heels, the man walked towards the revolving doors and out of the mall, heart swelling with pride.

𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐

she's so happy honestly

knows that little kids are super honest so they mean what they say

depending on the mood she's in she may ruffle the kid's hair a little, affectionately of course

she would remember that moment for such a long time and always go back to it when she's feeling down

"Wow mommy look. She's so pretty!"

Yosano stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing these words. On her right, a little girl pointed one of her little fingers in her direction; her other hand was clutching the summer coat of an older woman.

"You're so pretty miss" said the girl again in the same cheerful voice.

"Oh, Hira. Don't say such things so strangers!" scolded her mother as she bowed deeply. "I'm sorry miss. My daughter is at that age, I'm sure you understand."

A gleeful smile rose to Yosano's lips as she shook her hand dismissively.

"Oh it's quite alright ma'am, I don't mind it at all. She's adorable."

The little girl beamed, her face turning a faint shade of red. Just then a train pulled on their platform and the woman grabbed her daughter's wrist gently and pulled her towards the opening doors; before they left, Yosano overheard the kid asking her mother if she could get her hair cut like her.

The doctor watched the sliding doors of the speed train close, blocking her vision of the girl. Her heart fluttered from happiness. As someone who never actually had a woman to look up to as a kid, she was thrilled to play that role in someone else's life. Combing a hand through her charcoal hair, her fingers lingered upon the golden butterfly clip; a comforting reminder of her past.

Soon after the arrival of her train was announced by a static voice that echoed through the entire underground station. Sweet memories of this day are still living in the back of her mind.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd yosano #bungou stray dogs yosano #yosano x reader #jono bsd #bsd jouno #jouno fluff #jouno x reader #tetchou x reader #bsd tetchou #tetchō suehiro #tetchou suehiro

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hello there! For a small simple request, Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra x trans male reader? Something fluff and spicy in the same time? But the reader and Rudy to be the top? [^&^]

A/n: anon you just like me fr cause this request>>>

Deserving

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!reader

( summary: After you and Rudy catch Alejandro uncharacteristically having doubts you both make sure to remind him how much you adore him )

warnings?: Alejandro not feeling the best, Reverse comfort, mentions of reader being on testosterone but no needles are mentioned, smut at the end:, oral (r giving), no details of readers genitals, threesome, no pulling out, Reader and Rudy topping, Bottom Alejandro !

!! spanish is translated for non spanish speakers !!

!-!more under the cut!-!

You sighed as you entered the house with Rodolfo. Both of you shedding the extra layers of clothing and leaving your shoes by the door. "Alejo!" You called out, "We brought you some stuff from the bakery!" You and Rodolfo had gone out to restock the barren cabinets with food. Alejandro hadn't felt too well that night so you both left him in bed before you went. He'd seemed off all week though you just chalked it up to him feeling pressured, the recent mission him and Rudy went on wasn't the easiest and you knew that. So, in an attempt at comfort you bought Alejandro some of his favorite desserts from a small bakery a couple of blocks from your shared house. You hummed, eyebrows furrowing when you didn't hear your bedroom door opening, was he sleeping? "You need your shots now Guapo," Rudy said from beside you, digging into the small pharmacy bag. You nodded, glad that he reminded you, unintentionally distracting you from the absence of Alejandro as you sat down for your T-shot.

"He's still not out.." You mumbled, eyes focused on the bedroom door that was just out of view down the hall. Rudy hummed, placing a band-aid on your thigh, leaning down to press a soft kiss to it. "He may be napping." He stood and you followed, pulling up your pants as you faced the hallway. Exchanging a knowing glance, you both started walking closer to the door, creaking it open slightly just to peek inside. You noticed Alejandro was in fact not asleep but was sitting on the edge of the bed instead. He stared at nothing in his hands and you immediately felt worried. "Alejo?" You stepped into the room, Rudy hot on your tail as you stopped right in front of him. He glanced at you both, a small smile appearing on his face though it quickly fluttered away, his body jolting in a scoff? Or a silent laugh? You're not entirely sure. It was so uncharacteristic for Alejandro to be this quiet it was kind of scary, his eyebrows pinched together as he looked away from you both.

You looked towards Rudy, following his form as he sat beside Alejandro, placing a hand on his back comfortingly. You kneeled down, resting a hand on his knee as you reached out towards his face. He didn't pull away from your touch, but he didn't lean into it either. You felt him inhale sharply as you stoked his cheek, his eyes shutting tightly. "Everything alright Alejo?" You asked quietly, waiting for him to respond. "Tómate tu tiempo, mi amor," Rudy spoke from beside him. (take your time, my love.)

Alejandro sighed, finally leaning into your touch and slowly opening his eyes though they still didn't meet yours. "Lo siento, I just haven't been feeling like myself lately," He spoke, voice rough and deep as if this was the first time he'd spoken today, and you actually think it is. His eyes searched for nothing in particular, though they somehow conveniently seemed to avoid yours. You rubbed his knee and urged him to keep going. "Was it the recent mission?" You asked and he smiled but there was no happiness behind it. "Maybe, but maybe that's just part of it I'm not sure. But lately when I look at you or Rudy I feel sad for no particular reason." Rudy leaned into Alejandro, urging him to rest his head on him. "I've just felt undeserving of your love." You almost audibly gasped at the confession, both you and Rudy being genuinely shocked at his words.

Alejandro Vargas was not a self-conscious man. He knew he was rather handsome and that he had charm. Hell, he pulled the both of you effortlessly and you love every second of his stupid flirty remarks no matter how much you tell him to stop. To hear him speak like this was heartbreaking.

He didn't deserve your love?

Is he insane?

"Are you insane?"

To be fair that shot out of your mouth at the same time you thought it, you couldn't exactly take it back once it was said. Rudy shot you a look, and you admit that- that probably wasn't the best thing to say in response to a confession as heavy as it was but still. You stared at Alejandro, who'd finally looked at you, rather shocked by the sudden outburst. "You think you don't deserve our love are you kidding me?" You leaned up, getting off of your knees as you sat on the other side of him, cupping his face in your hands you made him stare into your eyes. "You deserve so much of our love and more, Alejandro. You're hardworking and you've dedicated your life to such a great cause and just because one little mission doesn't turn out the way you wanted or just because your thoughts have been a little jumbled lately it doesn't make you any less of a good person. 'Cause that's what you are, a good person, a great person! And I love you for it and you deserve so much love for it!" You kissed his cheek, then his forehead, before going back to his cheek as you realized he'd started to cry. It wasn't a lot mostly just one or two tears that had slipped past his eyes as he tried to compose himself. Though with the plethora of kisses you were scattering across his face it was quite hard to do so. He cracked a smile, feeling Rudy turn his face slightly so that he could also shower him in kisses. A laugh erupted from his throat, his grand smile finding it's way back onto his face as he playfully attempted to swat you both away. You stopped, only to admire his smile as Rudy continued, adoring the laughs that left his form. "My pretty boy, all smiley," You leaned in again, stopping Rudy momentarily as you placed a solid kiss to Alejandro's lips. "I missed that smile," He hummed, attempting to stop smiling from the praises though it wasn't working which was good. "I love you," You stated before Rudy leaned down and kissed him properly as well, his smile turning into a smirk after he pulled back.

"We should show him just how much we love him no?" Rudy gave you a look and you smirked, Alejandro's face dropping slightly as he looked between you two. "You both have that mischievous look in your eye." He said, leaning back slightly. "Whatever do you mean?" You asked innocently leaning in to to kiss his cheek at the same time as Rudy. You smirked as Alejandro gasped, feeling Rudy kiss down to his neck and bite it, clearly marking it for later. "Just sit back," You urged him as Rudy whispered in his ear, "Dejanos cuidar de ti querido, Cariño." (Let us take care of you)

He almost whimpered at the deepness in Rudy's voice, falling back onto the bed he watched as both you and Rudy crawled closer to him. Attacking both sides of his neck at once, you felt Alejandro let out breathy moans at the feeling of you nipping at his soft spots, the spots that only you and Rudy knew so well, his mouth hanging open from the feeling. Rudy brought two fingers up to his mouth, shoving them inside. Alejandro immediately started sucking on them without question and Rudy smirked at the realization. Pulling yourself back you took in the sight of Alejandro sucking on Rudy's fingers before your eyes trailed over his body. You could see that his pants were growing tighter by the minute and you chuckled to yourself. Ghosting your hand over the growing bulge you felt Alejandro jolt as he felt you. Rudy pulled back to see what the cause of him jumping was and laughed when he realized. "Getting all worked up Cariño? We've barely done anything yet." "Please, I need you, No te he sentido en tanto tiempo." (I haven't felt you in so long) He bucked his hips up into nothing, desperately craving any form of friction. Rudy felt himself growing hard at the neediness in Alejandro's voice.

You took matters into your own hands, practically ripping Alejandro's shirt off of his form before going after the hem of his pants. He stared at you in anticipation as you slid them off of his form, lifting himself up so that it was easier for you. Once stripped own to his boxers, you went back kissing him while Rudy undressed himself. Moving you out of the way, Rudy made Alejandro suck his fingers again, palming Alejandro through his boxers and moaning as he returned the favor himself. Alejandro let out a whine when Rudy's hand left his crotch making you chuckle, "Patience Alejo~" You teased and stood up, Rudy following. You began to undress yourself as Rudy pulled down Alejandro's boxers painfully slow, his cock springing free for you both to see the small amount of precum that leaked from his tip. You instinctively licked your lips at the sight before you, watching as Rudy pulled Ale to the edge of the bed, starting to prep him.

Alejandro's cock looked too painfully hard for you to ignore, walking back to the bed you gripped it firmly in your hands, messing with his tip with your thumb to tease him. A loud deep moan erupted from him as you licked a stripe up his length before stopping at the tip, sucking it lightly. You inhaled sharply as you forced mouth down onto him, tongue flattening as you took him all in. Slowly bobbing up and down, you almost choked as you felt him hit the back of your throat, your tongue working like magic against his member. Moans and curses flew from his mouth at the feeling of you sucking his cock while Rudy stretched him out with his fingers. Feeling him begin to buck helplessly into your mouth, you pulled off of him. A string of spit connected your lips to his tip as you took the time to breathe properly. "Good job Y/n, don't let him cum yet." Rudy said, pulling his fingers out of Alejandro's hole. He spit in his hand, stroking himself a few times, lubing himself up in the process before he lined himself up with Alejandro's hole. Not being able to take your own arousal anymore you situated yourself on top of Alejandro, sitting on his lower abdomen by the base of his cock. "I'm gonna ride the shit out of you while Rudy fucks you until you cum ok?" You asked him, and he nodded bucking his hips again. "Use your words Cariño~" Rudy teased, brushing his cock against Alejandro's hole. He moaned at the feeling before nodding quickly, "Si! Si! Entiendo! Just put it in please," "Who Alejo? Who do you want first?" You teased him, loving how he huffed in frustration, his head lifting and flopping back on the bed as he desperately just wanted any kind of pleasure. "Both!" You turned, looking at Rudy who was biting his lip, his smirk so wide it was practically a smile. His eyes met yours and he motioned for you to start off.

Lifting yourself off of his abdomen, you hovered over his erect member, lining him up with your hole. Identical moans erupted from all three of your mouths as you sunk down onto Alejandro, Rudy entering him at the same time. Heavy breathing filled the room as you and Alejandro got situated. Once comfortable enough, you slowly started rocking your hips back and forth, throwing your head back at the pleasure that shot through you. Alejandro moaned and whimpered at the feeling of both of you. You turned your head, kissing Rodolfo as you began to properly bounce on Alejandro's twitching cock at the same pace he was being fucked. You moaned into the kiss, allowing Rudy to explore your mouth with his tongue. You grinned into the sloppy kiss before pulling back. Rudy picked up his pace as you leaned down to kiss Alejandro, switching back to rocking your hips vigorously because of the awkward angle. You swallowed the loud moans that he admitted, biting his lip as you pulled back to breathe before going back into the kiss. "Mmmmmfuck~! Rudy-" He pulled back from you, his head flopping backwards as you went back to bouncing on him.

Rudy grabbed his legs, lifting them to rest on his hips as he thrusted into him at a new angle. Alejandro wasn't sure how much longer he could last as he felt Rudy's length fill him so perfectly, hitting all the right spots as you rode him to his edge. His hands went to grab your hips tightly as he felt the knot in his stomach grow tighter. He thrusted up into you as best as he could while he was getting pounded into by Rudy. Matching his thrusts to your pace he watched as you let out an especially loud moan. "Fuck- I'm close Alejo-" Rudy cut in too, grunting roughly as he picked up his speed- "Me too, g'nna cum in you Cariño." At those words alone Alejandro could feel his orgasm swarming him before he could react. "Fuck- I love you so much~ Ahh~" Bucking his hips roughly you watched his body twitch as he came, digging his nails into you, stopping you from bouncing anymore. He whimpered out as you continued to rock your hips, your hands resting on his pecs as you chased after your own orgasm while prolonging his. Three more thrusts was all it took for Rudy to cum, slowing his pace down as he pumped his seed into Alejandro. You came soon after, dropping onto your forearms as you struggled to keep yourself up, your body jolting as you screamed out Alejandro's name.

You all panted, feeling rather exhausted. You felt Rudy rest his slightly sweaty head on your back as you sat yourself up a bit more. "I love you guys.." He mumbled, you and Alejandro mumbling back identical I love you too's.

Though it was a bit of a struggle, you were able to lift yourself off of Alejandro, you both moaning at the sensitive feeling as you did so. Flopping on the bed beside him, you planted a soft kiss to his forehead as you mumbled sweet nothings to him. Rudy pulled out as well, creating a small mess as he watches his cum leak from Alejandro's hole. He took it upon himself to give you both aftercare, cleaning you guys up and praising you while doing so. You all cuddled up that night with Alejandro in the middle, getting the love and attention that he deserved from both you and Rudy.

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live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt.3 Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros

Live tweeting as I read...back by popular demand (literally 1 person on Tumblr (@dumpsters-little-matchbook) asked me to do it again and I was already planning to)

stay strong Vi....just bc he's hot doesn't mean he's redeemed himself for his (understandably) traitorous ways

"she's worth a dozen of me" Xanden you shut up right now I'm mad at you

I'm glad Brennen's alive but I do not trust him at all...pretending to be dead for 6 years is fishy as fuck

hashtag: Andarna protection club...if anything ever happens to that dragon I'll burn the world

violet "I know more than you" sorrengail back in action

lol Brennen making fun of her love life

petition for violet and sgaeyl mother-daughter bonding

awww andarna, all growed up

moody teenage angst Andarna is the comedic relief we all didn't know we needed...nothing is as iconic as her growling at Violet for calling her my dearest

idk if Tairn signed up to be the sole father figure to two teenage girls but Violet and Andarna are about to give him a run for his money

he deserves not to trust Dain bc Dain is the scum of the earth

RIDOC AND RHIONNAN ARE SAFE AND ALIVE EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT IN THE WORLD

call his lying ass out Violet as you should

slay violets mom with the redeeming qualities...glad she actually cared if Violet was alive and isn't completely a heartless bitch

fuck dain but also FUCK HIS DAD

the fact that it's him who officially outs them makes me smile hehe

I agree Nadine...that was hot

Xaden being an absolute tease flirt bc she's mad at him is iconic

YAY SQUAD LEADER RHI!!!

the joke was funny, your friends ate just lame (jk I love them but still)

THE PRINCE???

awwww Liam's sister you better make it across istfg

noooo I wanted to be friends with Sloane

violet in her older sister era

gotta love the "is everyone I care about alive? yes? slay" moment

the fact that even tairn is warry of the orange dragon freaks me out

tairn reporting for fatherly duties will never not be my favorite...violet may be annoying but she's his annoying

I'm all for the Violet and Imogen friendship but they better not be mean to Rhiannan

also if Rhiannan gets annoying and jealous about them I'll be really sad

nooo I liked Nadine...who tf just snaps people's necks like that tf

Xaden warding her room so he's the only person who can come in COMEDY

SIMP

hehehe he wrote her a letterrr

violet lying to everyone about her feelings about Xaden except Tairn is so funny...like who's the dragon gonna tell

Xaden is winning every award ever rn bc 1. he's hot as hell, but 2. he's like I wanna sleep with you so bad, but I won't bc it's for the wrong reasons....honorable mf

literally FUCK VARRISH

Sloane needs to get her shit together and Violet needs to stop avoiding her friends

I'm like 80% sure they just got drugged but slay ig

called it...they were totally drugged

tairn comforting Violet about missing Xaden even though Tairn is the one with the bonded mate thing isn't being talked about enough

I would really love to know what those letters say...just saying, sharing is caring

I want to trust jesinia...I really do but it gives me a bad feeling

you let my babies see each other istg...violet is actively moving towards miserable without him

Imogen is slowly becoming the biggest violet/Xander fangirl and I love that for her

give it up Imogen...yall are friends

girlie just wants to be back in a library fr

period Rhiannan...don't put up with Xaden's shit....you threaten him like a bestie should

If Rhi and Violet don't stay friends I'll riot

ooooo don't mess with Tairn's kids...he'll bring that dad defensive

I'm so glad Violet is letting Rhiannan in..be besties again pls

HAHA "SHOWING OFF (MAKING OUT)" IN FRONT OF MIRA....ICONIC

"omg your falling for him" No matter how many times I hear that I'm media I will always be a sucker for it

"you're my only sibling" REALLY MAKING VIOLET SEEM LIKE A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR NOT TELLING MIRA ABOUT BRENNEN....UNCALLED FOR

tik tok says she finally just fucking forgives him in chapter 27... we're on 20, kick into gear people

at her core, Violet is really just like me fr.... 21-year-old girlie pop vibes for the win

damn the disdain for Dian is STRONG

Rhiannan wins the bestie of the year award....being the best even tho Violet is being a fuckass about not telling her things

DAIN FIGHTING ISNT GONNA DO MUCH BC YOU DONT DESERVE HER AND NOW EVERYONE GETS TO WATCH AS SHE BEATS YOUR ASS

see, I knew her mom was a bitch

Rhiannan and violets friendship rn makes me so sad

This aaric dude better keep his mouth SHUT

really looking forward to Xaden beating the shit out of Dain for the shit he just pulled

besties having beef in private...which honestly I feel like will be a good thing

"that isn't a secret" I love ridoc....also Violet why tf would you think that's a valid secret

them getting graded for withstanding torture is WILD

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BRING DAIN INTO THIS VARRISH YOU BITCH

VARRISH YOU ABSOLUTE MOTHERFUCKER...I DESPISE YOUR SOUL

I hate dain to but I love him for that...thank you for being a rule-following asshat

two things: tairn constantly being like "duh your fine, I make great choices" is so sweet but absolutely hilarious....and Rhiannan being a slay icon is my favorite thing

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN JACK IS BACK FROM THE ACTUAL DEAD....SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

I'm so ready to watch the Fab 4 (I've decided that I'm calling ridoc, rhi, sawyer, and Violet this bc they are so slay) kill jack again bc wtf

YES CHAPTER 27 I'VE HEARD GOOD THINGS ABOUT YOU

watch Mira walk in on them right now...that'd be so freaking funny

tairn and Violet's father-daughter bonding is my fave

tairn is a grade-A overprotective father... it's adorable

no literally....tairn is so over her 21 bullshit...I love them

I have no recollection of who Kaori is...but him standing up to varrish makes him my favorite

YES YES YES LET FAB 3/4 KNOW ALL THE SECRETS

ridoc having the vibes to give violet a hard time while his world was just flipped on its head is why I love him

also shout out to Imogen and Quinn bc yall are slay too

why did Jack save her life...go back to being an ass, not sucky jack is frightening

"argue with you about books? I only pick fights I can win" Xaden clearly knows his place

literally just sobbing at the Liam cameo

why does Varrish keep responding to Liam...is Violet talking out loud or like did he pull a jack

damn dain is just...redeeming himself...didn't have that on my 2024 bingo card

her mom redeeming herself too? damn we're on a redemption roll

very serious war book until someone says something like "show off" during an important meeting (cough garrick cough) and you remember that these bitches are in their 20s

Brennan, Xaden, and tairn: violet protection squad

ANDARNAS BACK YYYAAAYYY

YUH SLAY FOURTH WING

flame section is the iron section? One might say they're the iron flame....wink wink

patiently waiting for a sorrengail sibling reunion...pls bring Mira into the loop

YES MIRA BEAT HIS ASS

Mira beating the shit out of Brennan, Violet yelling at them to grow tf up, and ultimately Mira and Brennen rebonding over the ickiness of xaden/violet pda...the best sibling reunion EVER

"I have control" girl be so for real rn...the only time you use your power is when you're mid-orgasm, you're not controlling shit

Mira and Xaden being "let's overprotect violet" partners in crime...straight vibes

Andarna: The Hungry One (trademark)

oooooooo violets in trooouubbblleeee

jealous Violet storyline is about to be just as stupid as I'm keeping my friends safe by distancing myself Violet storyline

oh God not talking in 3rd person

"I wasn't in love with you then," *jim halpert camera stare* stfu xaden

DAMMMMNNNNN he's def being annoying but saying he's acting like dain is looooooowwwww

yeah cat just stfu...violet is better than you don't be a bitch

YOU WEAR YOUR HAIR DOWN VIOLET...TORTURE HIM BUT ISTG IF YOU LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT BS....

YESSS Liam mentions make me so happy...also I'm so ready for Violet and Sloane to bond

dain just bc you saved her doesn't mean you're not on extremely thin ice...stfu

HA, a length joke...I like Maren

IF YOU KILL RIDOC RIGHT NOW REBECCA, I WILL HAUNT YOU

HES SAFE....fab 4 lives another day

cat's a bitch...that's all

Cat's a bitch...but you know who isn't? Rhiannan. gave her bestie the best fighting skills

well that's one way to combat jealousy

he really said "You were annoying and emotional last year, this year it's my turn" Live laugh love healthy relationships

fab 4 are my favorite group of fantasy besties ever....icons..every single one of them

I'm very very excited for the Sawyer and Jesinia subplot...also I don't think I'm opposed to a Dain redemption arch, he just needs to learn his place

"I might even be in love with him after that declaration" HA game recognizes game dain, love that for you

ROLL CREDITS

Garrick doesn't get enough credit for being just as awesome as Rhi....slay besties

girlie pop bickering with a side of danger mission and dragon obedience school...my favorite

HAH grammar jokes

"I get the feeling that this '2nd signet' thing is gonna be a BIG issue...like the plot twist that ends the book BIG

tbh I feel like I don't know him either so I get why she's mad at him

BRUUUUHHH he redeems himself with the "less than a minute" comment

tairn is girl dad...yelling at Violet and Andarna for their shit, yelling at Xaden for talking to Violet...girl dad icon

"Mom and Dad are fighting" See tairn and Sgaeyl are Mom and Dad

poor mama sorrengail...that's not the best way to break that news brennen you bitch

I'm really hoping Violet gets iron squad to go help bc them leaving the others to die is bullshit

they mentioned that the venin had runes, but they were confused as to how. cat is the best at them, and I really really really don't like how sus that is

everyone is so over Violet and her friends bc they're the only ones saying true things

YUH IRON SQUAD...my favorite squad of besties

FUCKING JACK

that was the most stressful thing ever read in my life...if Rhiannan dies I will never recover

I thought Sawyer was going to die and I started crying

YES ANDARNA BE SPECIAL AND SLAY

The fact the andarna hatched just for Violet is so sweet

you better not fucking sacrifice yourself right now violet unknownmiddlename sorrengail

DUMBASS

rip mama sorrengail...this was the redemption arch you deserved

violet breaking down to Rhi is EVERYTHING

FAB 4 LIVES TO SEE ANOTHER DAY (along with Imogen, Quinn, Sloane, Jesinia, Aaric, Maren, and Cat because yall bitches grew on me)

yay xaden's safe, was worried for a bit

IM SORRY WHAT NOW

I'M SORRY WHAT NOW

saying that xaden cant feel sgaeyl better be a fucking joke rn

FUCKING JACK

#violet sorrengail #fourth wing #xaden riorson #rhiannon matthias #iron flame #sawyer fourth wing #imogen fourth wing #mira sorrengail #brennan sorrengail #violet and tairn #tairn and andarna #tairn and sgaeyl #goodreads #live tweeting #quinn fourth wing #liam and sloane

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𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑬- 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑻, 𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

WARNINGS: smut towards the end! toxic relationships, cheating?, fighting, alcohol, weed. Lmk if i missed any!

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST NSFW PLS BE NICE, and any constructive criticism will be appreciated! Needed some toxic annie in my life fr. I hope everyone enjoys this! this was finished late asf so pls excuse the bad grammar and stuff.

wc: 5.2k

It was always the same. Annie texted you, letting you know she wanted to see you and every time you fell for her lies.

It was always after her group workouts or a bad hookup. Everyone knew when someone had slept with Annie. It was hard to even talk to her in the first place, so hooking up with her was just crazy. Annie had an eye on you when your roommate, who was a teammate of Annies, invited her over for a smoke. Annie was intrigued by you the whole time. The way you sat on the couch and how your legs crossed over each other while you ate your ramen and staring down at your computer.

Annie never took you out on a date after that. She just wanted to fuck or get high. She walked past you in the hallways, ignored you at parties unless she needed someone to get her a blunt or a drinking buddy, and she simply acted like you two didn't have anything. It hurt, considering you really liked Annie.

You imagined supporting Annie at her games, going out to dinner to celebrate, spending afternoons just in bed with her. Annie had other plans. She looked at you as a fuck buddy. You should have known as soon as you heard she fucked a girl in the bathroom a week after she took you on a date. You liked Annie so much you were willing to keep your stupid dream alive.

That all changed when you met Sasha. She played volleyball and she was one of the sweetest people you had ever met. Sasha and you met at a party, where Sasha coughed her lungs out in the corner while a friend of yours, Connie, laughed his ass off. He invited you over and Sasha fell in love as soon as she saw you.

You two got to talking, and soon enough you guys were inseparable. Connie and Jean tease you two all the time. When Annie got a hold of this information, she was fuming. You had never taken Annie for the jealous type. Sure, she claimed you were all hers and made you promise that no one would ever touch you like Annie does, but those words were only spoken when you were deep in the mattress while Annie had an angry expression plastered onto her face.

Sasha made you cute baskets full of goodies all the time, took you on dates, never let you pay, slept over and cried when you wore a hoodie with her number on it. It was just meant to be and you two knew it. That was until Annie had a change of plans.

A light knock on your door made you look up from your phone. Sasha was currently spamming you with messages about what color nails you should get. You smiled, setting your phone down on your couch. Opening the door, Annie appeared with the same empty expression on her face.

“Oh. Hi, annie.” You waved, your smile dropping. You hadn't answered her messages for a while. You had been avoiding her ever since she got mad at you for becoming friends with sasha. “You didn’t answer my message.” Annie invited herself in, closing the door behind herself. “I-i didn’t see them. Sorry. Ash isn't here, she’s out of town.” You mention, but you knew she wasn't here for your roommate.

“Stop being stupid, you know I'm not here for Ash.” Annie pins you against the door, her lips close to yours. You look down, the blood rushing to your face. “You’ve been avoiding me.” Annie grabbed you chin, making you look into her cold eyes. “I hope it’s not because of Sasha.” Annie said her name with disgust. “I wasn’t trying to. I was just…busy.” You pulled away from her grasp. “Oh please. You don’t do anything but stay in this sad ass dorm all day.” Annie scoffed.

Your phone pinged. Annie’s head snapped back as it continued to ping, her face scrunching. She backed away from you, rushing towards your couch. “Annie.” You followed her, watching as she grabbed your phone, her eyebrows furrowing with every message you received, “We should get some coffee?” Annie read out loud. “Annie, please.” You tried to grab your phone, but she just snatched it away reading more. “Where’d you go, babe? Are you ok? I think you should get these nails. Can I swoop by?” Annie read in an impressed tone, her eyebrows raised. “Oh, cute. She sent you a hundred dollars for your nails.” Annie handed you your phone as your eyes filled with tears.

“So are we nothing?” Annie sat on your couch, taking a hit from her pen. “I never said we had anything.” You said through your teeth, feeling humiliated. “Better answer your girlfriend, don't wanna make her stress out too much.” Annie shrugged. “It’s not like that. Maybe if you actually paid attention to me and didnt treat me like shit, we could have been something.” you muttered.

“Are you saying you wanted to be something?” Annie shifted positions. You stayed silent. Annie stood up, pulling you forward by your hips. She pressed her lips aggressively against yours, her intentions filled with anger and lust.

You melted under her touch, sitting down on her lap. You straddled her, a whimper leaving your mouth as she left sloppy kisses down your jaw. You tilted your head, Annie’s hands pulling your hair, giving her more access to wherever she wanted. She trailed down your neck, getting that one spot she always abused. She knew it was your weak spot. You grind your hips against hers, begging for more. Annie smiled at the way she was able to manipulate you so easily.

“Hey, are you-” a gasp escaped someone's lips. You looked up, seeing Sasha holding two cups of iced coffee and a couple of movies tucked in her arm. “Okay…” Sasha finished her question quietly, setting down the drinks. “Sasha! I didn't know you were coming over.” You frantically rushed towards her, fixing yourself while you did. “Yeah. You didn't answer your messages and you kinda left without saying anything so i thought i’d come by. Wrong time, though.” Sasha whispered, her eyes glossy.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Annie came by unexpectedly. She was just about to leave, right Annie?” You turned around, eyeing the door. “Huh? Oh no, I'm staying here for a little bit longer.” Annie smiled from her place on the couch. You felt your heart drop. “It’s ok. I’m sorry again. Just call me if you need anything.” Sasha muttered sadly, walking out. She didn’t kiss you or make her stupid jokes like she always did.

“You’re such a fucking ass! You knew she was coming, didnt you?” you yelled at Annie. “What are you talking about? Why are you always accusing me of things? And why does she have a key to your dorm?” Annie stood up, leaning against the kitchen island. “Why do you care? All you wanna do is fuck and smoke. It feels nice to have someone actually care about me.” You sniffled.

“You don't think I care about you? After everything I've done for us?” Annie muttered, her eyes softening. “What have you ever done for us?” You opened your door, leaving it wide open. You gave Annie a hard stare, watching as she walked out. “Text me later.” She mumbled, putting on her headphones as she disappeared down the hallway.

You knocked on Sasha’s dorm, biting your lip. You hope she wasn’t upset or mad. You always assured her Annie was no one, and now you made Sasha sad.

You held on to the bag of food, hoping Sasha would cheer up. It was her favorite, taco bell. Sasha would always take you around two in the morning and she always got the same thing. You laughed every time as Sasha would bite out of your food, asking to taste it even though you two got the same thing. Connie opened the door, his smile dropping. “Hi.” He shut the door a bit, so only his head peeked out.

“Hey, Con. Is Sasha here?” You looked down, seeing his shoulder had a wet spot. Your heart dropped. “Yeah but she’s… busy.” He pursed his lips. “Oh. Well tell her i apologize for earlier and i got her some food. Tell her i love her and that i’ll call her tonight.” You handed him the bag and the drinks. You got two, assuming it would have been just you and Sasha, but Connie could just take yours.

“Yeah. Thanks. And also,” Connie softened his voice. “She’s really upset and won't stop crying. Come by tomorrow after team workouts and she’ll be willing to talk. Give her a break.” Connie gave you a small smile. “Okay.” You nodded, waving. You fucked up bad and you knew it, but now the problem was how to fix it.

Annie knew she could easily control you, and now you were aware of that fact. It was scary to see how she could easily make you angry and desperate so quickly. You walked to your building in silence, the light rain seeping into your clothes. You had to cut off Annie in all ways if you wanted to keep things going with Sasha. Your phone vibrated, breaking you from the world you were in. Once you were inside your dorm, you checked it.

Annie had sent you a message asking if you wanted to go on a date. So she had caught on? You turned off your phone, heading to bed. That was something to deal with tomorrow.

Again, here you were in the same position you always were.

Annie was so unbelievably irresistible and you knew it. You had just come back from Sasha’s house, and Annie waited in your dorm with that stupid smirk on her face.

After an hour of Annie humiliating you mixed in with “She doesn’t make you feel like this, huh?” You were done for. You knew you couldn’t be with Sasha when Annie had you mesmerized like this.

You scrolled through your phone, your eyes trailing up to the message you had received. “Hey, I know you just left but wanna get coffee?” You muttered to yourself, pursing your lips. Yeah you missed Sasha, but Annie would make the biggest deal out if it.

You replied back “Hey Sash, i came home and took some sleep meds. I’ll be up in a few tho. I’ll text you later. I love you:)” You sent the message, turning your phone off. “Who were you texting?” Annie hugged your waist, kissing your jaw. “Ash. She asked if I watered her plants.” You lied. “Ash doesn’t have her phone on her right now.” Annie dug her nails into your waist.

You swallowed, trying to play it off. “How would you know?” You smartly replied, rolling your eyes. “Because she told me she wouldn’t be able to text back so I had to let the coach know she wouldn’t be here for another week.” Annie whispered, her fingers tracing down your hip. “So let me ask you again, who were you texting?” She stopped her movements completely, watching as you blushed hard trying to find another lie.

Of course, your phone pinged from under your pillow. Annie grabbed it, sitting up. “Annie.” You muttered, not wanting a repeat of last time. “Okay angel, text me when you're up. Connies having a big party later and you’re coming with. I love you.” Annie smiled to herself, nodding.

“Am i invited?” She looked up, her eyes trailing over your horrified face. “Give it back!” You grabbed your phone, very clearly upset. “Why’d you have to lie? Am I not trusting enough?” Annie’s snarky smile was gone, replaced with that emotionless, manipulative look. “You know why, Annie.” You laid back down, your back facing her,

“Is that why you turned down my date?” “Smoking and fucking isnt a date.” You replied, responding back to Sasha. “Oh, so you’re going to the party?” Annie shrugged, getting up. You ignored her, now texting the groupchat with you, Connie, Sasha, and Jean.

Annie opened the door, shutting it behind her loudly. You know she just wanted attention so you deprived her from that exactly. Two can play that game. You tossed back and forth, deciding to maybe start getting ready.

“God, how many people does Connie know?” You pushed through the entrance, Sasha beside you.

“Half of these are just people he sells to, and the other half are randoms. It's an open invite.” Sasha yelled in your ear. Open invite, which meant Annie would probably be here. No, she would rather spend her time at the gym, hopefully. “Hey!” Connie squeezed through the people, his eyes blazing red. He handed you the blunt, bringing Sasha in for a hug.

You took a drag, dapping up Connie. You handed it back to him, arm around Sasha’s waist. “Get a drink, Jean and I are by the music.” Connie jokingly punches Sasha’s shoulder, disappearing into the crowd of people.

You dont let go of Sasha as you make her a drink, her eyes watching you carefully. “I don't want one.” Sasha shook her head as you grabbed another cup. You gave her a side-eye, your face disappointed. “Hey, someones gotta be the sober one here.” She laughed. You gave her a sip of your drink, watching as she made a face at it. You laughed, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Let’s go with Connie.” She pulled your arm, taking you through the crowds of people. “Hey! you made it!” Jean pulled you into a hug. “Yup.” You nodded, seeing as Sasha talked to Connie, her mind on another world. Jean joined them, leaving you to yourself.

You watched the crowd, laughing at how idiotic the people were. They were throwing themselves off tables, smoke everywhere, and dancing bodies yelling at the people on the table to backflip off of it. Connie could surely throw a party.

Sasha had your cup, seeing it was already empty. And she claimed to be the sober one. You leaned down to her height, lips touching her ear. “I’m gonna get us some drinks. Stay here.” You press a light kiss against her ear, Sasha nodding and smiling.

You were pouring the soda when a tall guy leaned against the counter. You ignored him, mentally gagging at his actions. “Hey. Need some help?” He smirked at you. “No, thanks.” You grabbed the second cup, pouring some more soda. “You seem lonely.” He scooted closer, smiling.

“I’m here with some people actually.” You snapped back, grabbing the alcohol. He inched closer, and you could smell the beer off of him. He was now beside you, watching your hands move quickly. “Mind if I join?” He lowered his head to your level.” “Yeah, I do.” “No need to be so snappy, baby.”

You cringed again, but you continued to make your drinks. “Names Bryan. What’s yours?” He slid his hand over to yours. A small, pale hand grasped him, crushing it. He wheezed, his eyes trailing down to the small girl behind you both. Annie kept her dead stare at him, watching as he scoffed and walked away.

“You know, you should keep Jean around. Creeps stay away.” She picked up a cup, drinking it. “That wasn’t for you.” You muttered. “Did I ask?” Annie drowned the rest of the drink. You couldn’t even do that, and you drank every chance you got.

“I know you're here with Sasha.” Annie pushed your back up against the island. Her arms on either side of your waist, she stared into you. “Meet me in the car.” She muttered, walking away. You were speechless. Are you really gonna ditch them for Annie?

You left your cup on the counter, walking out the front door. You rushed to Annie's car, getting in just as she was turning it on. “So you listened?” Annie smiled, pulling out of the house. She drove down the crowded street quietly, the music in the back filling in the silence.

Hey

Whwred yiu go

Babbbyyyy

Youte nit at thr drinks

arw yoi okau

You look down at your phone, seeing Sasha was already drunk. Her spelling was horrible. You shook your head, typing back. Suddenly, your phone was snatched and thrown into the back seat. “Annie, what the fuck? You always do this.” You looked at her in disbelief. “Stop texting your girlfriend.” Annie shrugged.

Your phone vibrated. She must be calling you. You reached back, grabbing it, Annie grabbed your wrist, her eyes not leaving the road. You took the phone in your opposite hand, answering.

“Finally! Are you ok? Where are you?” Sasha yelled. “I had to go home, Ash had a family emergency and I had to talk to her teammate! I’m so sorry, I should have told you before but I'm ok.” You lied. Annie’s grasp on your wrist got tighter, hurting you.

You tried to wiggle out of it, but Annie made it worse. “Oh. Ok. Well, text me when you're all home and safe. I love you!” Sasha hung up, not waiting for a response.

Annie released your wrist, now placing her hand on your thigh. “Just take me home.” You muttered angrily, facing the window. Annie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What if we come over to mine?” Annie turned onto the highway, watching as you nodded.

“You really need Hitch to help you decorate.” You muttered, eyeing her room.

It was the same as always, just her bed, side table, dresser and the tv that sat on it. Her clothes scattered across her floor along with random items entangled into it. “What’s the point? She’s gonna overdo it.” Annie laid on her bed, leaving you a spot.

You laid next to her, allowing her to snake her arm around your waist. “I missed you.” She whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw slowly. “Annie.” You pushed yourself away, standing up. “What?” She pushed herself up, sitting against the wall. “Are you so fucking serious right now?” Your eyes widened, mouth slightly open.

“What did I do?” She seemed genuinely confused, but she always did this when she knew she was wrong. “You brought me here to fuck. I thought you just wanted to hang out!” You blinked in frustration, huffing. “What, so I can't kiss you?” Annie groaned, getting on her phone. You grabbed it, throwing it against the floor.

“Annie, I need you to look at me and tell me you want something with me. If you can’t say that and promise me i’m more than a fuck buddy then we are done. We are so done and you won’t see me ever again.” You yelled, tears welling up at your eyes.

Annie was quick on her feet, pushing you against the bathroom door. “Don’t touch my shit like that again, understood? You knew as soon as we started talking that I didn't want shit.” Annie held your wrist down. “I hate you. I hate you so much, you’re nothing but a fucking liar. You’re nothing but worthless shit.” You pushed her off, leaving her room.

“Hey.” Annie followed, grabbing your hand. “Don’t touch me! I’m done with you. You’re so unbelievable.” You cried, feeling like you couldn’t breathe. “Just stay.” Annie toned her voice down, those sad eyes on her face again. “I can’t. I’m just gonna go home.” You opened the door to her dorm, walking out. “Let me drive you home. It’s late.” Annie stalked after you, placing her body in front of yours. “I can’t Annie. We both know where that’s gonna lead to and I cannot afford to have that again.” You looked down, watching your test drops fall onto Annie’s hand.

“I love you.” Annie whispered. That really set it off. You knew she said this only when she wanted something. You brushed past her, leaving her in the middle of the hallway by herself.

TWO MONTHS LATER

After Connie was begging on his knees with Jean behind him, you agreed to go to his party.

As much as you avoided parties, how could you say no to Connie? He was your friend and plus, he sold you the best of the best for a low price. He never misses your events, and you agreed to have some fun.

Sasha grabbed your hand, backing her body up onto yours. You laughed, shaking your head. “Isn’t this fun? Leaving your dorm for once?” Jean asked. “Hm not really.” You mumbled. Your arms wrapped around Sasha’s waist, kissing her bare shoulder. “You’re having fun. Shut up.” Connie held his hand out.

You grabbed the pen, inhaling the smoke. You turned Sasha over, kissing her. The smoke blew into her mouth, who took it in with ease. “Someone’s learned.” You laughed, leaning back against the wall. Sasha drank out of her cup, dancing to the rhythm. You smiled at her, eyes focused only on Sasha dancing.

“Can you get me another drink? I’m gonna pee.” Sasha handed you her cup. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You grabbed her waist, rubbing them against her. “I’ll be…okay.” She smiled slowly. Her words were slow and she smelled of alcohol. “Okay. Be back here soon.” You pressed a small kiss to her lips.

You made Sasha another drink, grabbing yourself a beer. “Hey!” You heard from behind you. You turned around, smiling as you saw Reiner. “Hey, Rei!” You were embraced in his hug. “How have you been?” You leaned against the counter, taking a sip from your beer.

“Good. Football season is over so wrestling is next. And you?” He took a sip of his own drink. “Oh, just been in class and stuff. I’m so ready for winter break.” You laughed. “Fuck yeah. Do you have any plans?” “I think Connie’s renting out a house and we’re just gonna party.” You nodded. “Sick. Anyway, my friends are waiting for me. It was so nice seeing you.” He fist bumped you. You said your goodbyes, slipping past the people back to your corner.

Connie looked at you, then back down at his phone. Jean was gone, and Sasha wasn’t back. “Hey, where’s Sash and Jean?” You set down her drink, looking around. “Jean took her home.” He shrugged. “Why?” “Cause she came back from the bathroom sobbing and begging Jean to take her home. I dunno.” He went back to texting someone.

“Oh. Well, I'm gonna go by her house, make sure she’s ok.” You set down your beer, grabbing your phone. “You sure you can drive?” He laughed. “Fuck you, I'm sober. I think.” You walked away, laughing. You wondered why Sasha would randomly leave. You shook those thoughts, deciding to talk to Sasha about it in person.

“Sasha?” You peeked into her room, watching as she curled up next to her stuffed animals, sobbing.

“Hey.” You closed the door behind you, setting down your bag. “Are you ok?” You slowly approached her bed, unsure if she even knew you were there. “Who let you in?” She sat up, wiping her face. “I have your key, angel.” You smiled. “Just go.” She stood up. She still wore the dress from earlier and her makeup was cried off. She stumbled forward, causing your hands to grasp her waist. She flinched, pushing you off of her.

“Sasha, are you ok? What’d I do?” You stood in front of her path, your heart dropping. “You know exactly what you did! You do it every single time! Why can’t I just be enough?” She cried, his hands uncontrollably shaking. You took them in your hands, pulling her closer. “Why can’t you just love me? Why does she have to be involved?” Sasha hiccuped, her tears on your sweatshirt.

“Who, Sasha? It's just been us. You know that.” You were so confused. What had you done to make Sasha hate you? “Annie! She literally told me you two left that party together and ever since have been a thing! Even before that, when I walked into you two, all those times you hung out with me and went straight to her dorm after, the way you still text her. All of that pissed me off. That’s why you haven’t asked me out yet, because you’re so hung up on Annie you can’t see that you’re hurting me.”

“Sasha, I never meant to hurt you. I want to ask you out, I'm just in a bad spot right now.” You pushed her hair back behind her ears, tears pricking your own eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do and I'm not gonna have it. We are done.” Sasha pushed you off. “Sasha, stop.” You went after her. “I said stop! Get out!” She screeched, pointing at the door.

“You’re drunk.” You muttered. “No, I'm not drunk. I wasn’t drunk last week when I watched you and Annie walk to your dorm together. I wasn’t drunk when you texted Annie while I ordered our food, I wasn't drunk while I was crying my eyes out to Connie wishing that you would just notice me for once in your goddamn life.” Sasha sat on the edge of her bed.

“Just leave.” Sasha grabbed a white cap off of her nightstand, swallowing the pills with some water. “My head is killing me.” She whispered. “Leave.” She said to you, starting to take down her hair. You obliged, closing her door.

You walked out of her dorm, making sure to lock it on your way out. Instead of anger or confusion, you were filled with rage. Why would Annie lie like that? You two weren’t a thing. You two hooked up whenever and called it a day. You rarely spoke.

Your feet took you to a different floor, fist pounding on the door. It all happened so fast. “Annie, you better open this fucking door.” You jiggled it. A blonde in her sports bra and shorts. “What?” She rubbed her eyes.

“You ruined my chances with Sasha. What the fuck is wrong with you?” You pushed yourself inside her dorm, shutting her door. “It’s three in the fucking morning.” Annie walked back to her room. “Don’t ignore me like that. You know what you did and i’ll fucking kill you.”

“You’ll what?” Annie turned around, pinning you against her wall. Her tired eyes watched yours, carefully inspecting your face. “You didn’t want her that bad. You would have asked her ages ago.” Annie placed one hand on your waist, her dead face still staring you down.

She was right. Annie was the only person keeping you from Sasha. “So tell me, am I really in the wrong here?” Annie pressed her lips against yours before you could answer. Your knees gave in, your hands tangling themselves in her hair. Annie slotted her thigh in between your legs, making you sit on it.

She moved your hair, kissing down your jaw and neck. “You thought you were so slick letting Sasha dance on your like that.” Annie mumbled before kissing that one spot again. You rubbed yourself on Annie’s thigh, your head against the wall. “Annie.” You whispered, needing more.

“This is mine.” Annie trailed her hand down your waist and onto the band of your sweats, playing with it. Annie kissed your lips again, slipping her hand inside your underwear. You moaned against her lips, not being able to say anything else. “You can’t be a slut for Sasha like this, can you?” Annie rubbed your clit in circular motions, eye contact strong as she watched you unravel beneath her.

“I asked you a question.” She shot a finger in you. You moaned loudly, shaking your head. “Words.” Annie whispered in your ear. “N-no, she doesn’t.” You whimpered as Annie fingered you faster. “Look at how pathetic you look. Weren’t you just gonna kill me and now you’re willing to do anything for more?” Annie slowed down. “Annie.” You whispered, just needing her even more.

She took off your sweater in a quick motion, placing a harsh kiss on your lips after she threw your hoodie somewhere in the room. She pushed you against her bed, hands working on your bra. “You’re so pretty.” Annie took off your bra, licking her lips.

You bucked your hips forward, needing some sort of friction. “Needy, aren’t we?” Annie pulled your sweatpants and underwear down, smiling as she saw the excitement in your eyes. Annie pried your legs open, pressing wet kisses up your thighs. You grabbed a fistful of her hair, biting down on your lip.

A loud moan slipped past your mouth as Annie pressed a wet kiss on your clit. Her tongue slipped through your folds, slowly watching you moan and cry. Her tongue continued sucking and kissing your clit, small vibrations from her chuckles making you arch your back.

Annie held down your hips, having you into a moaning mess. “Annie.” Your chest heaved up and down, thighs closing around her head. Annie looked up from position, placing her fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around them, your eyes never leaving hers.

She placed her dripping fingers inside of you. “Oh my god, Annie.” You shut your eyes closed, biting down on your lips. “So wet, just for me.” Annie kissed your bud, speeding up her pace. Your hands let go of her hair, grabbing your breast.

“Atta girl.” Annie mumbled against you. That knot formed in your stomach, clenching around Annie’s fingers. Annie slowed her pace, teasing your dripping hole. “Annie, please.” You wrapped your thighs around her head again. Annie used one hand to push them apart, placing it onto your lower stomach after.

She quickened her pace, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Uncontrollable moans and cries left your mouth, her name was all you could remember. Your climax hit you hard, a string of curse words mixed leaving your mouth. Annie continued to lick you, cleaning you up.

She straddled you, opening your mouth. She spit your cum in your mouth, smirking as you swallowed it. “Good girl. Don’t let me see you around Sasha again.” Annie pressed a kiss against your lips, flipping you over. You smiled to yourself, excited for what was planned in Annie’s mind.

Your eyes opened, Annie’s voice echoing through the bathroom.

“She was just so drunk and came up on me, Sasha. It was all her. I’m not even messing with her, she came onto me. Don’t call me a liar. She said she was done with you.” Annie huffed. You sat up, eyes wide. Was she seriously lying?

You collected your stuff, throwing on your clothes as quickly as you could. Grabbing your phone, you stormed out of her room and down her hall. Of course she would lie to get you and Sasha apart. You didn’t even want to hear the rest of her lies, you were done with her and you were sure of it this time.

Or were you?

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