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elliespassagerprincess · 10 months

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I hardly seen any love for Dina can you maybe do one her shy x popular trope

One chance - (popular!dina x shy!reader)

hi anon, firstly real! we need more Dina fics! I'm sorry if this sucks I struggle with writing fluff lmao, but i hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: dina x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: In which the popular girl asked you out

authors note: on a serious note we need more dina fics, she's sooooo fine but so underrated and it's so sad

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"Earth to Dina"

"huh?"

"Dina are you ok?" Ellie asked concerned at her friends spaced out expression.

"I'm fine"

no she wasn't.

Dina was not fine.

She was fucking fuming. Why? Because you were giving someone else attention.

Dina had always wanted to be a cheerleader. Ever since she was a little girl, she watched countless videos on YouTube for cheer routines, and she memorized them all.

As soon as she became a freshman in high-school she immediately auditioned, and as if god was on her side she became the caption and she stayed the caption up until her senior year.

She fucking loved to cheer.

The makeup, the routines, the crowd screaming for them.

For her.

God she loved it all the attention. She loved all the people around her, people praising her, and telling her that she did a good job.

Dina was the classic popular girl and as cliché as it was, this was who she was and she loved every fucking second of it.

It was like no other day.

She stood at the entrance of the field, watching the football teams run out.

She observed the other cheer teams standing next to hers, they were pretty, but surely they weren't as talented.

The whistle blew and a grin spread on to Dina's face, as she jogged out the massive doors, her squad running behind her.

The crowd cheered as the girls came out, and Dina proudly raised her pompoms, shaking them slightly.

Her gaze fell onto the crowd, as she tried spotting people wearing the schools colors but her eyes fell on you.

woah.

She's never seen you before.

Holy fucking shit.

For the rest of the night, Dina's eyes lingered on you.

Every time they had to perform, she always kept and eye on you, hoping you'd make eye contact.

You never looked her way.

You wanted to but you were scared.

You'd only join the school a month ago and you remembered on your first day of school, you saw her.

The pretty girl with the dark hair.

That's what you called her until you were told her name was Dina.

Dina. Dina. Dina. Dina Dina.

She was all you could think about.

Everywhere you went there was a reminder of Dina.

You saw a bow? Dina wears bows.

You saw someone wearing blue? Dina always wears blue converse.

You wanted to talk to her so fucking bad, but you couldn't. Every time you got close to her it felt like you were going to piss yourself.

You made her a paper flower one day, hoping you'd be able to give it to her. You'd hype up yourself in the mirror but as soon as you saw her, the confidence you once felt fell away.

"C'mon lets go" your friend Abby begged. She'd been asking you to the football game all week but you weren't in the mood for the loud crowds and all the screaming.

"let me stay home dude" you replied

"Dina will be there"

That's all you needed to hear. You raced to get ready, and you put on a orange jumper hoping the bright color might catch Dina's attention.

You sat on the field with hundreds of other people, you anxiously waited for her, you realized that her seeing you would be unlikely due to the amount of people that filled the seats.

All you remember was the crowd cheering and Dina jogging out, wearing her blue converse. There was a grin on her face as her team followed her and she looked fucking perfect.

As hard as you tried not to look at her you couldn't help it.

She stood in front so obviously you were gonna look at her.

She performed with so much confidence, with so much grace. You could truly look at her forever.

When the game came to an end her squad asked if she wanted to go out with them, but Dina kindly declined because she had other plans.

She had to talk to this pretty girl that distracted her throughout the whole game.

Dina walked through the crowd, trying to avoid all the people who were trying to talk to her.

She was growing frustrated. Where the fuck were you?

Just as she was about to lose hope, she spotted your orange jumper. You stood on the side of the road talking on your phone. Dina slowly walked towards you and she didn't mean to listen to your conversation but she did.

"Abby i swear to god if you don't come pick me up in 5 minutes I'm going to kill you"

Dina softly giggled at how overdramatic you were. You put your phone into your pocket on you sighed.

Dina could walk away right now, she could turn away and you would never have to know about this.

Fuck it. Dina wasn't a pussy.

She tapped you on shoulder, and you turned around. Your eyes met with the girl you've been silently in love with for the last month.

Fuck.

"Hi" Dina started, giving you her charming smile.

Your mouth went dry and you felt so fucking nervous. She could probably see how you were shaking.

"Hi" you replied meeting her gaze shyly.

"Well I'm Dina and i just wanted to say you're really pretty and i was wondering if i could have your number?"

You wanted to pinch yourself. Is this even real? Was this a prank?

"yeah" was all you said without looking at her. You watched Dina reach into her bag to pull out her phone, and she silently watched as you put in your number.

"You don't talk much do you?" She laughed awkwardly as she took her phone from your hand.

"Yeah" was all you said.

Dina didn't text you. Its been 2 weeks.

Its not that she didn't want to, but she was terrified.

You barely spoke to her that night, who says you'll even text her back?

You on the other hand saw the situation differently. You thought she was taking you for a fool. Someone like Dina would never just ask for your number.

As the weeks went by you and Dina make eye contact, she would give you a small smile and you would just walk away with a nod. You'd make no effort to talk to her because she made you so fucking nervous.

Dina hated this. She hated that she wanted someone that can barley look at her. But here she was getting mad at you for talking to someone else.

Some blonde bitch sat with you and you acted so differently. You laughed, you fucking smiled and showed emotion, but when Dina was around you barely uttered a word to her.

You drove her insane.

"Dude why are you fucking lying?"

"what?" Dina asked.

She actually forgot Ellie was sitting here.

"You keep looking at her and Abby"

so that's what her name was.

"What's your deal with them?" Ellie persisted.

She might as well admit it.

"She isn't the problem, Abby is"

Ellies gaze fell to you and Abby for a while before it all clicked.

"Dude are you jealous? do you have a fucking crush on her or something?"

"Yeah" Dina admitted "but I don't know anything about her, i tried talking to her, but she doesn't say much"

Dina quickly glazed to you before she groaned in frustration

"she doesn't" Ellie confirmed.

"She only talks to Abby, she's quite shy in my opinion"

shy is an understatement.

Dina was losing her mind. Every time she sees you and Abby together she feels sick. But at the same time she's too pussy to talk to you or to even text you.

Dina could perform in front of thousands of people without batting an eye but she could barley say hi to you.

You were fucking breaking her.

Dina went to an empty classroom to let off some steam and to her surprise you sat there.

"Hi" Dina said in amazement.

"Hi" you responded looking everywhere in the room but her.

'just fucking look at me' Dina thought to herself.

"What are you doing here?" She asked you.

"Abby isn't here today, i didn't feel like sitting alone"

Dina's fist clenched tightly at the mention of Abby.

"Can i ask you something?" Dina randomly asked, after staring at you for a while.

"yeah"

"why don't you want me?"

"What?"

Dina dropped her backpack and she made her way towards you: "like you- fuck- why don't you look at me? I always look at you"

You wanted to run out the room, this was all happening too fast. "Dina-"

"no listen, i know nothing about you but you seem like a really sweet girl, please just one chance" she begged.

You would give her a million chances.

"Yeah..." you started, you looked around the room one last time before you finally made eye contact with Dina.

"so are you gonna take me on a date?" You smiled at her shyly.

Dina chucked and she responded with one word: "yeah"

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mychoombatheroomba · 2 months

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Race Against Time

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 51

It was a test.

It had to be.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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TW for death and gore lads

It was a test.

It had to be.

It had to be some kind of sick evaluation - another of Krauser’s ideas meant to test their mettle.

Because he wouldn’t have put them at risk like this. Even Hellman wouldn’t have.

That didn’t change the fact that there was the smell of blood, or the gurgling of someone dying that sounded too real, too familiar. And Leon, for all his training, for all the hours and weeks and months spent preparing for this, found himself hesitating for just a heartbeat. His mind, exhausted and weary, fought to make sense of what he was seeing, hoping and praying that he’d somehow fallen asleep, and his memories were mixing with the waking world.

But there Alejandro lay, eyes wide, clutching at the newly opened tear in his throat, and his own blood dripping down on him from open jaws. Crouched over him was a woman, her shape visible in the waning light, her medic’s uniform stained red and her eyes a milky white. She lunged forward, a snarl escaping her bloodied mouth-

God, no-

Leon moved with her, but it was Alenko that got there first.

Please no-

The older soldier tackled the woman to the ground, and in the blur of motion, Leon came rushing forwards. His gun may have been loaded with blanks, but that didn’t matter. As the woman scrambled and snarled to escape Alenko’s hold, her teeth catching the light as the squad turned their flashlights towards her, Leon was there, the stock of his rifle swinging hard towards her.

Stop-

Please, God, stop-

There was a shriek and a cracking of bone as it connected, knocking her head to the side. Leon didn’t have time to balk at his newfound strength. He couldn’t afford to, his eyes wide and frantic as he looped the rifle around her throat and pulled.

And pulled.

Hoping that, if this was a test, she would give some sign. Some indication that this was all a simulation. Instead, she just flailed her arms more and more, aiming for Leon, for Alenko, until the risk was too great, and Leon leveraged his gun with a cry. There was a snap, then, and the struggling, pale body went limp.

Breathing heavy and hard, all Leon could do then was let her fall after Alenko scrambled out from under her. He could see the violence he’d inflicted, the blood pooling beneath him in the darkness. He felt his stomach lurch, his hands shaking as they held his rifle.

What if this was a test? What if he’d just . . .

What had he done-

What had he-

Those fears were given a mercy-killing a moment later, the death feeding something far, far worse.

“Alejandro!” someone cried. Williams. Dina. Leon turned to look as she scrambled towards the fallen soldier. “Keep pressure-” Alejandro, who had trained side-by-side with Leon for months now, who’d always worn a cocky smile, who’d called Leon “brother”, once. Leon could only look at his friend in terror as Dina pressed her hands to his open wound.

But Leon knew it was too late.

Alejandro’s movements stilled, his sputtering breaths growing slower and slower. He could only stand and try to wake himself up. Pray that life would be kind and reveal this to be his own mind playing tricks.

As if life had ever been kind to him.

A moment later, though, footsteps came crashing through the trees. Flashlights turned to illuminate Krauser and Hellman, their eyes wide with alarm . . . then complete and utter shock. The Major knelt in the dirt by Alejandro’s side, examining the damage, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. “What the hell happened?” Krauser demanded, looking down between Alejandro’s now-still body and the body of the assistant.

The assistant, who had swapped out with Doc a few hours ago.

Who’d looked sickly since she arrived from the base . . .

The base.

Just like that, cold coiled in Leon’s belly, heavy and thick. His eyes widened as Valeria explained what had just happened in a shaky voice, but he barely heard her words. All he could think of was the fear tearing into his mind, spreading through him.

Because this woman was infected, there could be no doubt of that. She’d gotten sick somewhere, and base was the only place close. Maybe it had just been her. Maybe this had been an attack meant for just his squad . . . but Leon knew in his heart that wasn’t the case. He could feel it in his bones. He felt it like an iron grip wrapped around his throat, squeezing the air from him.

He looked to Krauser as his terror clawed at him, because he knew the Major was coming to the same conclusion as him. He knew, some part of him, that Krauser would be just as terrified as he was.

They had to get back to base.

And they had to pray that they weren’t-

⧫⧫⧫

Too late.

You were too late.

That was all you could think as the shape lunged at you with a snarl. The last time you’d heard a sound like that, beyond what few recordings Reed and Hellman had shown recovered from Raccoon City, you’d seen the creature responsible in plain view. You’d had a gun in your hands and a poorly closed series of wounds in your side and you’d been forced to pull the trigger to save yourself.

Now, it was only your training that saved you.

Hands grasped at you, one on your shoulder, clutching at your fatigues, the other around your head, trying to force you towards waiting jaws.

You didn’t know who it was - the sudden darkness that engulfed the base ensured your eyes had little time to adjust. It didn’t matter, though. You knew that better than anyone.

It didn’t matter who it was, because whatever body was attacking you now, the person it had once been was as good as dead.

Your own hands came up to block, a forearm pressed up precariously at your attacker’s throat. It was enough to ward off the bites it tried to deliver to you. Teeth clacked together as it bit at the air, trying to consume what was just out of reach.

You smelled blood.

Felt your heart beating off tempo.

Your mind was filled with one singular thought, one mission, one battle cry: this thing needed to die.

So you leaned your weight backwards, letting yourself fall and roll, the same way you’d done with Leon so many times. The creature fell with you, onto the foot you propped between the two of you. You pushed up and the leverage sent it flying over your head as your back hit the ground, and it crashed into the dirt ahead of you.

You had been too late to do anything to prevent this, if there was anything that could have been done. And this monster was too late to stop you from rolling back to your feet and bringing your heel down on its skull.

You could hear the sound of crunching beneath your boot again and again, feeling the bone giving way as the creature writhed. You didn’t stop, unaware of your own heavy breathing until you brought your foot down one final time and heard a splatter. The creature stilled at last, a pool of darkness spreading underneath it that you could finally make out as your eyes adjusted.

The back of its skull was caved in, all the memory and knowledge of who it once was seeping into the dust. Simple fatigues. No insignias that you could see.

A trainee.

Like you.

Like Leon.

No. Not a person. Not anymore.

You shook your head as you staggered back.

Focus.

You took a shuddering breath, one that felt like it didn't bring hardly any air.

Comms.

You had a job to do. You had to get on comms. Maybe, even if the power was down, there was a handheld radio you could use. You had to warn Krauser. Leon. Everyone. You had to call for help from off base, if you could.

You had to get a weapon.

That became abundantly clear as you started to cross the training yard once more, only to find more figures moving in the dark. They were crouched over something, the sounds of tearing flesh echoing in the shadows. You could hear distant shouts and groans, the wound of the past reopened and bleeding into the present.

You had to go.

So, you sprinted across the training yard, sticking to the wide-open. Somewhere you could keep your surroundings in view as much as the falling darkness would allow. Even as the shapes rose and stumbled towards you, leaving their meal lying on the ground behind them, you moved. They followed, in their slow, shambling pace.

The sparring knives in the training yard were all blunted. The throwing knives that Krauser had requisitioned for you, though, had at least a sharpened tip. That would be enough.

⧫⧫⧫

It had to be enough.

Two handguns, to be wielded by Krauser and Hellman, brought in case of emergency. Protective gear for sparring repurposed into makeshift armor. Their rifles were slung across their bodies still but were useless as more than clubs until the blanks in the magazines could be replaced with live rounds. For that, they would need to get to the armory.

When Krauser’s calls to base had been answered with only static, the path had been clear. Nothing else to be done but to return, as armed and aware as they could be.

It had been a multiple hour hike away from base. Hours that they might not have. So, they’d split the squad, loading into the Humvee that Krauser had taken up the mountain and the ambulance that the assistant had taken.

An assistant whose body was loaded into the ambulance and bound up, hands and legs tied tight. Head covered. They couldn’t risk animals in the forest taking chunks out of infected flesh, nor could they risk that corpse coming back to life and taking a chunk out of any of them. Krauser had ordered the same for Alejandro, their brother in arms bound and covered like some dangerous animal. Just in case.

They would give the fallen their dignity later. This was all they could afford now.

“We’ll breach the perimeter and drive straight to the range,” the Major instructed. And it was the Major speaking, not Krauser. Not the man who’d make the occasional pointed remark, but the commanding officer that would see them through this. Leon could hear the brittle sound of his voice. The fear was gone, though. None of them could afford fear, least of all the man in front of them all. “We confirm the presence of further BOW’s, arm ourselves, and then we will go building by building. If there’s an outbreak, we will look for survivors and take down any infected.” His eyes narrowed in the pale white of the squad’s flashlights, his jaw tensing. “You will wait for my signal to engage unless absolutely necessary, but if I give it . . . you will not hesitate. You will go for the head.”

His gaze met Leon’s, and the younger man felt his heart petrify, growing heavy in his chest.

There could be no hesitation. No chance for second thoughts. If someone was infected, that was all there was to it, Leon knew that. It didn’t matter who it was . . .

But it did matter. Because if Leon had to look down the barrel at you . . .

If he had to see you with empty, lifeless eyes . . .

He couldn’t afford to think of it. He had to believe you were alright, somehow. There wasn’t a world with any other truth. You were alright, and he would save you. He hadn’t been able to save so many, he had to be able to save you.

He’d faced hell once already . . .

⧫⧫⧫

You could face it again, now.

Your mind repeated that mantra as you opened the door to the radio station, the metal grip of your throwing knife pressing an imprint into your palm. You were prepared for monsters. For the walking corpses of the officers who’d run this place for so long.

Instead, as you moved into the station, you found those bodies lying still against the wall. They were alone, each of them. Separated, drawn away from the pack. Each with a pool of blood underneath them, and a second, toothless smile opened on their throats. Not the work of teeth, but of a blade. What you found remaining of the equipment in the station itself was not brought about by mindless monsters, but a similarly deft and violent hand.

You felt hopelessness well up in your throat as you looked over the ruined equipment, all that remained of a very deliberate sabotage.

Cut off communications.

Familiarity - more than what was already cutting into you - twisted the knife. Unable to call for help. Unable to do anything but deal with what had become of things.

And you knew, in whatever remained of your heart, whose hand had wrought this damage.

So you gripped your knife harder. When your world had been upended before, you’d been confused. Heartbroken. You hadn’t known who the enemy was.

Now . . . now you did.

Reed.

It had to be.

There was no other explanation in your fracturing mind. And Reed wouldn’t want to die here. He’d try to get out. If he hadn’t already. Miles from any civilization, he could try to make it on foot, or he could take a vehicle. You knew which option you would pick. So, you took up one of the guard’s rifles and made sure it was loaded, pulled the mags from the others and slid them into your fatigue pockets. Sheathed your knife beside them.

Then you set out, nothing but a singular grim purpose in your heart.

So you made your way to the motor pool, rifle in hand.

You spared a spray of bullets for a corpse that reached out for you.

You had to save some, though. You had to save a few for Reed.

The bastard.

You would kill him. He was a dead man. If you could find him-

An engine roared to life ahead of you. Lights cutting through the night. The smell of gasoline. A Humvee pulled forward, a line of similar vehicles between it and you. An outline of a person behind the wheel. You fired, ducking down to try and hit the tires. When you heard no pops beyond the burst of your own gunfire, when the vehicle kept rolling, you slung your weapon over your shoulder and ran towards the line of vehicles ahead of you. Didn’t really notice the splash of your boots against something wet on the pavement. Or the smell of gasoline, intensified.

You pulled open the door threw yourself into the seat. Military Humvees didn't have keys - the switch was all you needed. The door slammed shut at your side-

Then, you felt more than heard the boom that rattled your eardrums and bones alike. Heat pressed against your side for a moment as you and the vehicle you were in were thrown. You registered one impact. Then another. You heard the crashing and twisting of metal, the shattering of glass, the sound of your own breath being forced from you. You saw the world spin . . . and then you didn’t hear or see anything at all.

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sweetyluvs · 1 year

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“Bring ya' baby down, down, go cheerleader” & “it’s enough to make you feel crazy crazy crazy” with basketball! abby x fem! cheerleader! reader where they have been eyeing eachother for months and after abby wins a game, the cheerleaders and the basketball players go out for dinner and they officially meet and hit it off and exchange numbers and abby shyly asks her out on a date after a few weeks of texting and r agrees and abby takes her out to dinner and she’s all nervous!! tysm!

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲

𝐩𝐭. 𝟏, 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

basketball player! abby anderson x fem! cheerleader! reader

hello, thank you for requesting! I haven’t written for basketball! abby before, but i think that the creator of the bb! abby au was @elsweetheart , so credits to her♡ (i also don’t know much about basketball..or cheerleading..) and since i didn’t wanna make this too long i’ve decided to make it two parts! sorry:(. not proof read!

tags - fluff, nervous! abby, shy! abby, sweet! reader, nervous! reader, mentions of GoT, shows, kinda j nervous teens idk lol remind me if i forgot any! (readers nickname nickname for dina is “D” and her nickname for Yara is “yaryar”)

abby would be a liar if she claimed she hadn’t noticed you since the beginning of her freshman year of collage.

you were always at her practice games as well as her final ones— not because you were there to see her, but because you were a cheerleader cheering her team on.

something about you was alluring, pulling in and attracting her like a moth to a flame, an itching in her skin to try and speak with you.

although she was big and strong, she had a soft interior— and was a nervous girl at heart. that’s the main reason why she couldn’t find the strength to speak with you, let alone ask you out. she’d watch you laugh with the other girls apart of your squad, smile tracing every beautiful feature on your face. the way you moved your body to the song and how you never seemed to mess up put abby in a mesmerized set of mind— not to mention when you do a flip and she catches sight of under your little blue and white skirt.

abby always found herself looking for you in crowds, hoping to steal a glance before a class assembly, before a game or even before school ends. You stick out like a sore thumb to her, your beauty unmatched.

you also kept an eye out for the muscular blonde, but she didn’t know that. Abby Anderson, a big name at your school— one of the best, if not the best, basketball players at your school. She was tall and blonde, her smile was wide and welcoming. she peaked your curiosity, wondering who this big blonde girl really was.

you haven’t ever really spoken to abby— you’ve never spoken to her, period. Only seeing her at her practices, or during class assemblies, or maybe as school is ending, but rarely any other time.

something inside you twisted in an unfamiliar way when you catch her looking at you, her piercing light ocean blue eyes staring straight at you from either the basketball court or from across a crowd, her eyes were on you more often than you’d admit to. The first few times you noticed, you’d blamed it on your silly imagination.

the best player eyeing you down, please. that’s what you’d told yourself— but now, after catching her shamelessly staring more times than you can count to even the point where your friends had noticed— you believe you aren’t imagining it.

but, who knows. maybe she thinks your skirt is too short, your hair isn’t tied up enough, you weren’t thin enough to cheer for her team— maybe abby didn’t like you. You didn’t know, and you were too afraid to find out.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you huffed, jumping up and down on your heels lightly. Your friends and squad chattered around the locker room, fixing their makeup and readjusting their uniforms for the upcoming match.

Your schools basketball team was going up against a known enemy school, it was a big match they’ve been training for. You yourself had also been mentally preparing, making sure all the stunts were properly coordinated to the music and the reasonable timing of the matches.

“calm down, Y/n. its gonna be okay!” your friend, Dina, comforted, taking a sip of her gatorade. “i know, i know but.. what if we mess up? i mean, we hate wyoming high. they’re so.. mean.” you worried, face losing color upon the thought of falling.

dina scoffed, bumping her shoulder against yours. “really? mess up? you? n/n, when have you ever messed up? you are the reason we’re all so good at doing this thing. you’re a natural.” Her words comforted you to a limit, easing the discomfort in your shoulders.

“thanks, D, but.. i dunno.” you whispered, sweat dripping down your back. The buzzer for your cheers squad to enter the court rang loudly, causing everyone in the room to speed up their actions and quickly run out of the room.

You followed after, walking beside your two chatting friends. You knew, deep down, at you weren’t scared of failing. fuck, even you’d admit you were good, but something about abby being on the court (maybe) watching you.. it made you nervous. your squad walked out of the building, smiling wildly and holding their arms up to the crowd. You did the same, momentarily forgetting about the certain blonde and remembering how much you loved cheer.

“okay girls, ready?” your captain asked, hee smile wide. You all agreed, rushing onto the field and beginning your first work.

abby bounced her knee nervously, fiddling with the hem of her shorts. She’d usually be hyped for a game— but with this team, she was beyond nervous. they were, to her defeat, great. Your school hated Wyoming high because they are a bunch of two-faced suck ups, bratty sorority girls and stupid frat boys lacing the schools halls with their expensive cologne and perfume— the worst part was, with their reputation, they had the reason to be so stuck up.

and that’s why abby wanted to crush them.

yet, the swarming of nervous butterflies were being caused by a certain someone. You. what if she lost and you thought she was lame? that she couldn’t do anything? what if you, like, leave the schools cheer team because the basketball team is so lame?

her unreasonable thoughts were drown out by the bell, the second ring meant it was time for her team to flood into the court.

Abby stood up. quickly flexing her fingers nervously before smiling at her teammates, earning light punches on the shoulder accompanied by reassuring words. she bounced on her heels, shaking her arms and her head, turning to the door and proceeding outwards.

the song that she’d seen you rehearse to many times was playing on the loud speaker, cheers from the crowd encouraging you and your squad to keep it up.

Even though abby’s team wasn’t heading in your direction, couldn’t help but want to steal a glance at you for good luck before the game.

you were being held up by the other girls, a nervous yet confident look on your face as they prepared to throw you up— abby watched in awe as she saw you do a twist in the air before being caught by your teen and quickly moving to the next positions.

she was amazed by how you could do stuff mid air, how you could carry your body weight and others body weight so effortlessly.

“anderson!” her coach shouted, snapping her from her daze and soothing her back to the reality. She jogged over, braid swinging with her movements.

“You ready?” abby nodded at the question, cracking her neck side to side. The other players were huddled up on the other side of the court, narcissistic smirks playing on their lips while they talked to eachother, occasionally glancing up towards abby’s team.

the way they wore those smirks made her want to crush them even more than she already wanted to, clenching her jaw harshly.

her teammates began to flood her vison as the huddled up as well, two of her friends hands on either of her shoulders to form a circle.

she had hoped the bitter sweet taste of victory on her tongue was foreshadowing.

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you sat at the edge of your seat, your lip being gnawed on viciously.

the game was 20 to 19. your schools team had 20, and wyoming high had 19. you needed 21 points to win a game which meant it was so close to the end you could crap your underwear. if they missed the shot two times and the second game got them… it’s over.

dina had her eyes dead focused on the players, and you could see her phone exploding with notifications from her girlfriend, ellie, about what the fuck she was doing and why she wasn’t sitting with her somewhere in the crowd, which dina was deliberately ignoring.

your heart did an unfamiliar flip when abby caught the ball, dodging players from Wyoming High and dribbling it down. You and dina quickly shared a glance, hands coming together to tightly hold each other for the suspense of the game.

she squeezed your hand, both your eyes locked to the buff blonde when she did her familiar big footed leap— large hands launching the ball.

it was almost as if it was in slow motion— dina’s gasp, abby’s arms throwing themselves up, the ball circling the hoop for an excruciating five seconds— before falling directly through. Abby’s feet slammed down to the court, the buzzer ringing loudly signifying the winning team.

it was silent for a moment before the crown went wild. you and dina jumped up and threw each other around, screaming and smiling at the much overdue victory.

Abby was smiling, too. her teammates surrounded her with wide grins, hugs and excited pats on the back.

your squad members were also freaking out, calling loudly to abby— catching her attention. they were congratulating her, and when you looked over to her you were surprised to see her eyes locked on you.

You smiled wildly, excitement obvious on your face. She sent a big grin back, a small cloud of pink flush dusting her cheeks before she turned back to the people crowding her.

“dinners on me!” you heard her coach yell, “and you girls join us!” she looked to your squad, earning the girls to only get louder with excitement.

“holy shit, y/n! we beat wyoming highs team and we get free dinner with the basketball girls? it’s heaven!!” Dina exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down with your hands intertwined with hers.

You nodded vigorously, smiling so widely you could barley speak words.

you looked back over to abby, the smile on her face wider than you’ve ever seen it, eyes looking between all the people surrounding her before fighting their way through the crowd to once again find you.

you were surprised she continued to look at you after victory, but, no matter such, it sent your heart into a fit of childish feelings; tummy doing flips.

she sent you a nervous smile at being caught, quickly looking away with the same blush. you smiled softly, turning back to dina.

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“is this okay?” you asked, standing in front of your rooms big mirror, smoothing out the top of your burgundy dress.

Dina and Your other close friend, Yara, we’re currently sitting beside eachother on your bed, waiting for you to finish getting ready so you three could head out to the planned dinner from coach Marlene.

“y/n, for the tenth time, it looks stunning. why are you freaking out, anyways? its just—” dina cut herself off, eyes widening for a split moment before the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen placed itself on her lips.

“ahh.. I get it.” Dina said smugly. Yara turned to her, a confused look on her face. “get what?”

dina sent you a squinted eye look, leaning over to yara’s ear to whisper. You saw her eyes widen, a small smile playing on her own lips. “what is it, guys? do i look like a grandma? what?” you asked, frowning worriedly.

Dina rolled her eyes. “No, Y/n, you don’t look like a grandma. we’re talking about your..” she dragged out the sentence, going silent and looking to yara before deciding to slickly continue.

“absolutely massive crush on abby anderson.” you gaped, face shooting into the red shade of a tomato.

“what?! I dont like her. she’s just.. shes not my.. type.”

“oh, please! she is exactly your type. we aren’t stupid, y/n. right, yara?”

“yeah. we see the way you two look at eachother.”

your eyes shot to yara, widening. “huh?”

“abby is always looking at you. like, so often i’m surprised she isn’t cross eyed from it.” she says softly, smiling up at you. Dina nodded with her eyes closed; humming.

“mhm. truth on that.”

you were silent, looking into the mirror. no way.

“whatver, guys, haha. just shut up and let’s go.” you huffed, rolling your eyes as dina groaned out a “ugh, finally!” before jumping off your bed alongside yara.

Dina was wearing a cute but simple orange dress, her hair up in a nicely done ponytail. Yara went with a nice shirt and some jeans, her hair in its usual pinned up braids. you had, grudgingly, decided on a simple but sweet burgundy dress. deciding to leave your hair down, with the exception of the two small braids Yara had insisted on doing for you.

“i’ll drive.” you said, pulling out your keys before dina snatched them suddenly. “nuh-uh. no love fools behind the wheel tonight.” she announced, sending yara a proud smile.

“ugh! dina, i’m not— whatever.”

you three took the elevator down, going to the parking lot and standing outside of your car. “hurry up.” dina demanded, opening the car door and preparing to sit down in the drivers seat before you interjected. “wait! yaryar should drive.”

“why?” yara spoke up. “because you, my dear, are the only not “love fool” in the car today.” you hit back, knowing she intact was having an underline, silent argument currently going on with her girlfriend.

dina glared at you, handing yara the keys. You all got in the car, smoothly (and much more safely) driving off.

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the restaurant was packed, you and your friends tried to squeeze through the line to get to your already reserved seating.

“why the fuck is everybody here on a wednesday night?” dina complained, furrowing her brows as you three pushed through people. “Because it’s a nicer restaurant and rich old people don’t usually have jobs.” yara replied casually, looking between you and dina.

“let’s just focus on trying to get through the rich people,” you sigh, finally seeing the table with familiar faces.

Coach Marlene was sitting down, glasses on her face as she swiped on her phone. Abby and Nora, along with other basketball team members, sat down at the table chatting.

a sudden drop in your tummy caused your throat to dry up. If you weren’t nervous before, you sure are now. “gosh, are we late?” yara whispered, eyes widening. “nah, we aren’t. The invitation said 5:30, and its 5:35 so we’re on time. everyone else is early.” she replied, cocking her head.

“fuck. i wanted to be early. why does everyone on the basketball team have such good time management?” you grumbled, tucking your hair behind your ears and glancing back to your friends. “ready?”

you three made the final push through the crowd and revealed yourself, catching the eye of the players at the table.

Coach marlene snapped her head up, eyes landing you instantly.

“ah! Y/n, dina, yara. no surprise it’s you three who came separately.” She teased, smiling. Your face flushed, trying to ignore the eyes of abby and her friends on you.

“yeah. nice to see people already here.” you glanced down, catching abby’s lurking eyes before she snapped them away and moved her head.

“Yeah. these girls all arrived at exactly 5:30. surprised me.” marlene replied, motioning her hands to the seats. “come sit down.”

you obeyed, dina and yara close behind as you three took the open chairs. the two snagged the ones closest by the end of the table, leaving you to claim the one directly beside Abby Anderson.

you sat down, sliding your hand from your lower back to under your knees to keep your dress down.

you felt abby’s eyes lingering on you as you did so, swallowing so loudly you could hear it.

you shuffled a little uncomfortably, glancing to Yara and Dina who were snacking viciously on the bread on the table. you inhaled, slowly turing towards the large blonde beside you.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I dunno if you know who i am but— uh, i know you.” fuck. what was that? you internally beat yourself up, watching nervously as abby stiffened, sweat building rapidly on her forehead as she turned to look at you.

she nodded quickly, “i- erm— know who you are. You’re.. really talented at cheerleading.” she complimented, her voice cracking up. Your cheeks flushed dramatically, darting your eyes away.

“pfft— says you. you are like, the god at basketball. i’ve never seen someone play better than you.” she bashfully looked away, her own cheeks blossoming with the cherry shade of blush.

“thanks.” you pursed your lips nervously, turning towards your friends.

dina had a while breadstick down her throat as yara watched, eye wide.

“what the hell.” you whispered, embarrassed.

dina turned to you, a smug look on her face beside the bread halfway down her throat, she spoke. “hittin’ it up over there, hm?” your face blew into thousands of shades of red, catching onto her teasing and praying Abby hadn’t hurt her.

“dina!” yara gasped, hiding her laugh. you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off and shifting away to stare ahead of you.

abby kept moving beside you, seemingly not quite knowing where to place her hands; her things, her knees, the table— you kept glancing in her direction each time she’d uncomfortably shift. your eyes eventually trailed up to her shirt— it was a silly one. a massive star wars meme on the black background.

“i like your shirt. I love star wars.” you said, catching her attention when she whipped her head to you. “you do?”

“yeah. I like the clone wars, so your shirt is funny.”

it was meme of darth maul and obi wan, how he came back and obi wan was sloppy. You could feel her eyes on you, staring into your skull as if processing your words. “really?”

“yup.” silence followed, awkwardness flooding the air. “uh.. what other shoes do you watch?”

“er-- i like arcane and uh.. i dunno just, animated shows, mostly. But shameless and game of thrones are good..”

you instantly turned to her. “game of thrones and shameless? I love those two.” you exclaimed, smiling. Abby’s eyes widened as you shifted in your chair to fully face her.

“have you finished both of them.”

“y-yeah.”

“who’s your favorite character in game of thrones?” you asked urgently, watching closely at the sweat that fell from her head.

“i like Daenerys and jon mostly—”

“no shit! me too.” you interrupted, quickly covering your mouth. “oh! i’m sorry for interrupting. i just.. i’m a big fan.” you sheepishly said. you missed the way her blue eyes softened.

“That’s okay! I- I really like game of thrones too. if you wanna talk about it..” your eyes practically glistened at her words.

“are you sure? i don’t wanna, like, geek out on you and kinda.. chase you away.” you said, eyebrow raising. Abby shook her head, “no! i would like to talk about it. none of my friends have seen it so.. it’d be a nice conversation.”

“i agree! Dina and Yara haven’t seen it, either. they say it’s too dark, and how i have a weird taste in shows but i keep telling them it’s really not that bad.”

abby smiled down at you, cheeks creasing. “right? they think it’s way worse than it actually is. I think maybe because it’s been on the internet and people label it more dark of a show then it is.”

“yes! gosh, you get it.”

you and abby had conversed over the whole dinner about shows and books you both like; she said she was a big fan of “they both die at the end.” which, to her surprise, you’ve also read.

you two ended up sharing food off each others plates while you and the others around you ate, dina and yara continuously sending you mischievous glances and smug looks— of to which you ignored.

time flew by so fast you hadn’t realized it was 8 on until your nighttime alarm went off, catching your attention.

“its already 8? it feels like it’s still 5.” you laughed, causing abby to smile.

“Yeah, it does.” You hadn’t realized that a few of your squad members and Abby’s team members had left until you looked across the table.

“well, i should, um, probably start to head out. I have to get up at like 5 tomorrow.” you frowned, folding up your napkin and showing dina and yara your phone— which urged them to rapidly wipe their messy faces and stand up.

“thanks for talking with me, abigail, i really appreciate it. i had a total blast.” you admitted, cheeks rosy. “you’re really fun to talk to.”

“thanks, you too..” her face was red, eyes much more blue than you recall as she stare into yours. “a-and you can call me abby. Just abby is fine.” She said suddenly, earning a grin from you.

“okay, Abby. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, she nodded.

you bid farewell to the coach and the others girls at the table, rushing off when dina and yara grabbed each side of your arms to pull you away.

Abby’s eyes trailed after you, only looking away when Nora punched her shoulder.

“ow! what was that for?”

“you idiot! go get her number!” Nora exclaimed, jerking her head in your direction. “what?”

“Go get her number! she was literally geeking out to you all dinner. You two were so annoying and clicked perfectly. if you don’t chase after her, I’m going to purposely start losing games.” Nora’s words made abby’s heart beat fast, besides the losing part.

“no! we just were taking about an underrated show.”

“yeah, for three hours! Go! go!” nora pushed abby off her chair, the girl gripping the table before subconsciously obeying her bossy friend and tracking you down through the restaurant.

you’d just walked through the doors— abby close on your trail.

“shut up, D. i swear, i’m gonna—”

“Y/n!” abby’s voice caught you and your friends by surprise, all three of your whipping your heads to the flushed blonde.

she timidly approached you, her eyes shooting nervously between Yara and dina who hung on your left and right arms.

“let’s scram, yara.” dina quickly said, letting you go and taking yaras hand before running to your car, leaving you to glare after her before turning back to abby.

“yeah?” you smiled shyly, eyes watching as she fiddled with her ohoen.

“um— i was wondering if i could get your.. uh.. your number? its okay if not, i just thought since—”

“sure!” you chirped, quickly stretching out your hand to retrieve her phone. She looked at your for a few moment before her un familiar phone case landed in your palm.

You went to messages and put in your number, editing the contact to ‘y/n 🐉’ and handing it back to her.

You heard dina yell dramatically, making you aware she was ready to go. “sorry about her— uh— text me!” you quickly said, patting her bicep and speed walking back to the whining dina.

“get your fingers off my windshield!” abby heard you shout, watching as you pushed dina off the car, Yara laughing.

heat flooded her face upon realizing she had your number.

After three years of her admiration, your contact was in her phone.

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3:49pm. thursday, September 6.

(1)-206-3449

hey. this is abby from the basketball team.

you smiled upon reading the text. You’d been waiting like a silly highschool girl for Abby to text you, turing on your ringer full volume and constantly checking your phone for messages from an unknown number.

when you didn’t receive one within the first three hours after the dinner, you’d though you’d accidentally miss typed it— but, now you know you didn’t.

you

heyy. hru?

after you sent the message you went to her new contact, placing her name as “abby!:)”

abby!:)

good thanks. wbu?

you

same! ty. r u at practice?

abby!:)

nah, todays no practice because coach marlene slept in because she’s in a massive food coma from last night.

you laughed, covering your mouth and placing some hair behind your ear.

you

haha! really? i mean she did gobble all that food down.

abby!:)

yeah. i’ve never seen her eat so much lol

you

i mean, the food was REALLY good so she has a good reason 🤷‍♀️

abby!:)

ur totally right

you

your spaghettini and meatballs were so good

abby!:)

pff ur steak was the best

she was typing before the bubbles went away and came back, you rose a brow.

abby!:)

shit, sorry i gotta go. My dads here and we’re heading to bowling. talk to u later?

you

of course, have fun:)

abby!:)

thanks

you basically threw your phone across the room and huffed into your pillow.

were you too expressive? too excited? did you seem desperate??? You snapped your eyes shut. Heart racing a thousand miles per hour.

maybe dina was right, maybe you did like abby anderson. fuck.

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abbystanaccount · 9 months

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Dina fans, I bring you a gift: her head in Baldur's Gate 3! Now you can now play as her or hire her as companion! Now I've done four heads or Ellie, Dina, Abby, and Owen, your whole squad can be TLOU 2 characters.

Check it out here!

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ellabswilliamson · 4 months

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I'm bored and really want to write some warm-ups/one-shots so send in your requests if you want!

(Again, this is just for short fics that could be ficlets one-shots or short warm-up drabbles)

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good-griief · 1 year

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Time ; Acceptance

third and final chap of my "time" series! i really hope yall enjoyed it cus angst is one of my fave things to write. i didn't want to drag it out too much but i was thinking of doing one-shots and some au's of this idea, so if ur interested in that, i'd be glad to know!

warnings ambiguous relationship between abby and reader, reference to romance, implications of unrequited love (it's not), she/her reader, lasting effects of torture to reader, morally grey reader, ambiguous/story-teller dependent interpretation of major past event between characters

tags @frogtits1 @sawaagyapong @augieee21 @sunkissedbibi @eden-nox

part one part two

part three on ao3

Ellie looked over the pictures she took from Leah as she and Dina sat in the theater, pausing at the sight of someone she didn’t recognize. “Who’s this?” She asked, picking up the photo. California was written beneath the picture of a girl and a younger-looking Abby, clearly candid as they leaned against one another by a bonfire. She flipped over the picture. Soon, was written with a heart next to it.

“Dunno.” Dina swiped a few pictures over to her girlfriend. “There are a few of her.”

Ellie looked them over, seeing Leah had written and scratched out Santa Barbara on one before scribbling hearts on others. Finally, there was a recent one. Your name was under the picture of you two together, and on the back was a small note. Finally back home was all she read before she stopped, realizing how personal it was and tossing it aside. It had nothing to do with her, and she refused to feel bad about anything pertaining to these people.

Abby found the pictures in the theater after finding Mel and Owen, taking them and stashing them in her bag.

She knew you’d seen Leah. She had the pictured proof of it, but she was hoping that night you would tell her why; tell her why, and tell her why, again, you didn’t stay.

“Just fucking stay here, then!” Your squad member had yelled at you, already being scared that you were so injured and now scared that you’d be leaving, when you debated whether or not to go and speak to your old friends. There was a tightness in your chest, stomach twisting as your heart raced to the point that it felt like one continuous, loud beat. This was all so familiar, but you weren’t going to leave this time. “Go back, see if they’ll take you in, but don’t come crawling back to us.”

You didn’t even have the option.

“What’s the verdict?” You asked one of the other medics back on the island after he looked over your recovering injuries; still having a severe pain in your stomach and hip that made you nauseous, flaring up to the point that it was debilitating at times.

It scared you; not being able to do your tasks. What if there was no use for you? Where would you be then? Alone?

And again by your own design.

He gave you a look. “You’ve got some pretty bad damage.” There was a big, splotched bruise on your stomach that hadn’t left in the days you’d been recovering. “Could be internal… We can’t have you over-exerting yourself. You’re our best medic.” You scoffed at that, nodding. “No more patrols, alright? At least, not until we can do something about this.”

It’d been months of this now, and you still weren’t better. You had a feeling walking around was making it persist, but you couldn’t just stop working. You refused. Even if it was killing you to do so— figuratively, of course.

Because of how distracted you were by that, you hadn’t noticed Abby’s distancing. You would set out a pouch of anti-poisons and poultice ingredients for her each time she went on patrol, but you hadn’t noticed she wasn’t taking them until they began to pile up.

You sighed, putting them in a basket to take to her. You hadn’t realized how heavy these were, as you’d been loading them up just for her, but you went ahead and began walking toward her and Lev’s home.

You hadn’t realized how far it was, but by the time you got there, you were feeling sick.

You knocked weakly, Abby not even realizing someone was knocking until you did again. She came to the door, surprised to see you. She couldn’t help the small smile that came to her face. You smiled back, but it faltered almost immediately. “Come in.” Abby stepped aside. “Are you alright?”

You sat down on her couch, setting the basket on the coffee table as you exhaled and held your hip. “Fine,” you forced. “You haven’t been picking up your pouches, so I thought I’d drop them off.”

Abby shut the door, coming over to you and kneeling. “Let me see it.”

“It’s just a cramp—“

Abby pushed you to lie back on the cushions, moving your hands and frowning at the clammy feeling. “Do you have a fever?” She asked, making you put your forearm to your head. You shook your head, but she lifted her arm to your head anyway. “God,” she muttered, moving to lift your shirt. The bruising was still there, still red, purple, and unfading. “What happened?” Her hands went to the cramping muscles in your abdomen, massaging to help break up the bruising and making you cringe in pain. “I’m sorry. It’ll help.”

“I know,” you sighed. “It happened back in Washington; your leader questioned me with some… weapon,” you said vaguely. “It’s just muscle bruising.”

“This looks like internal bleeding.“

“It was.” You sighed. “But it’s been like this for months. I’d be dead if it were internal bleeding,” you laughed out, though Abby didn’t find it funny. “The bleeding stopped before we left Washington. That’s why we stayed a few days longer; when I saw Leah.” Abby nodded along, her hand now resting on your stomach in a comforting hold, thumb running slowly over your skin. “That feels nice,” you mumbled, making her look down at her hand.

“Does it?” She was holding where the deepest part of the bruising was, right above your hip, your sentiment concerning her more than it should. “Did you hurt your hip?”

“Maybe on the trip back. Overexursion.” You nodded. “Sprain, or something.”

She frowned. “You should’ve just come back. Mel would’ve treated you.”

“They wouldn’t have waited for me.” You shook your head. “I didn’t want to have to go back alone— and don’t say I could’ve stayed. Not there.”

“I could’ve gone back with you.”

You didn’t realize that was something she might’ve wanted, making you pause and look down at her. “Would you have?”

“We all would’ve.” She pulled down your shirt, standing and getting you a bag of ice. “And even if they didn’t… I would’ve. If you asked, I’d go.”

“No you wouldn’t,” you huffed, laughing slightly. She sat next to you, holding the ice against your hip and pressing down to aid in compressing. She scoffed at you, shaking her head. “What? You would’ve just left?”

“For you? Of course.”

You grimaced, swallowing harshly. “Don’t say that.”

“What?”

You shook your head. “You have no idea what kind of guilt would burden you after doing something like that.”

There was a beat of silence. “I know how you felt,” she started, letting you hold the ice now that you were in less pain and seemed to be able to move. “Or feel. Even if you won’t tell me, I heard you say it… And I’ll be honest, I was angry that you left; that you were alive. We all were. But not at you. Never at you.” She kept her eyes away from yours, staring into the dead fireplace across from the two of you. “Just that… you couldn’t speak to us— And after what we did—“

“What you did?” You frowned over at her, shaking your head and objecting before she could continue. “I left—“

“The things we said—“

“No, Abby,” your voice was firm, wavering, but firm. “I left. That was my choice. When my friends needed me— when my family needed me, I wasn’t there because I left you. What I did,” you enforced with a tone she’d never heard directed at her from you before. “That is why I couldn’t speak to you.”

There was a long silence, Abby’s breath shaky as you sat back with a wince. She knew you shouldn’t be having this conversation right now, but it seemed like this was the only conversation the two of you could have.

And she just wanted to speak to you.

“I still would’ve left,” she concluded; a complete dismissal that made you scoff out a dry laugh. “I don’t care what you say; what stories you come up with to blame yourself.” You shook your head at her stubborn attitude. “I still would’ve left for you… And the only thing I’d feel guilty for, is caring about you more than I ever cared about anyone else.” You stayed quiet, letting her know she’d gotten your attention. “And I’m not asking you to feel the same—“

“Don’t do that—“

“—Or to change how you feel…” She spoke over you like you hadn’t even opened your mouth. “But I am asking you to understand me.” You knew she was choosing a time when you were vulnerable to come clean on purpose, making you grimace as you reluctantly listened to her try to get you to do the same. “Because you do know me, and you know that I would leave for you, even if you wouldn’t do the same for me.”

“Fuck you, Abby.” At your quiet voice, she knew she’d gotten through to you. Past your false passiveness and down to what you tried to hide from everyone. But you couldn’t hide from her. “I left for you.”

And she couldn’t from you.

“Don’t go there.”

“No, really.” You forced yourself to sit up and face her. “If this is what you want to talk about, then fine. We need to, anyway. No placating, no pacifying, nothing. Let’s talk.”

She took in a deep breath, turning to face you as she pushed herself to the other end of the couch. “Well?” Was all she said.

“Tell me the truth.” She immediately rolled her eyes; immediately got defensive. “That night, you wanted me to leave. Didn’t you?” You spoke slowly, meeting her eyes. “That’s why you feel so guilty; why you won’t let me. Because you wanted me to leave, and I knew that, and actually left.”

She was quiet, staring you down. “I thought you were going to leave.”

“Abby—“

“How many times do I have to say it—?”

“I know you. That’s what you just said.” Your tone became hostile quicker than she could process, making her look away. You knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. “So I know you wanted me to leave. I shouldn’t have, but that’s why I left, and you know that, and you regret it…” You spoke firmly, words clear and cutting into her with every pause you took to emphasize them. “So just tell me the truth. Please.”

She was quiet for a moment, chest tightening as she grimaced. “If you were going to leave, I wanted to be the one to decide that we wouldn’t see each other. I already told you that.” She tip-toed around the question, earning nothing from you and making her more on edge. “So, yes, I wanted you to leave. I wanted you gone for suggesting you go.” When you let out a breath of satisfaction, she continued over you. “But then tell me the truth. You weren’t planning on us going with you. Were you? You were suggesting to go alone.”

“You know me so well,” your tone was dry, mocking and almost demeaning. It was a blow to the chest, making her bite her tongue. “There was no point in suggesting you go, but I was. Even though I knew you wouldn't have gone. All you wanted to do was find him—“

“I would’ve gone in the middle of the fucking night and left eveyone else if you asked.” Clearly, the demeaning tone of your voice was too much for her, her tone biting without a second thought as you continued to push her to get the full truth before you opened up, too; why she wouldn’t just let you take the blame for something that was so clearly your fault.

“No you wouldn’t.” You were pushing for an argument now, tone lazed and grating on her nerves.

She always let things slip when she was irritated.

“You didn’t fucking ask. How would you know?” She was quick to say, feeding off your dismissive tone.

“You would’ve left Owen. Really?”

“For you?” She laughed at your naivety. “I’d do fucking anything.” She shook her head. “But you wouldn’t ask me to—”

“And Joel?” She shook her head, shrugging. You did the same, shaking your head at her. “You wouldn’t have left them— him? No fucking way.“

“That’s where you’re wrong.” You scoffed. “I would’ve left as soon as you brought it up, and I would’ve made everyone go with us, if that meant you wouldn’t fucking leave—”

“Oh, and you’re not angry at me—?”

“Fuck you.”

You laughed in response, shrugging. “You’re the one that wanted me gone—”

“And everyone blamed me for it!” You shut your mouth at her exasperated response, looking over her flushed face and glossed eyes. “They all knew if I didn’t say anything, you wouldn’t have left… And they all knew you wanted to leave, so they blamed me for letting you.” She paused, a thick swallow bobbing in her throat. Now, you were getting somewhere. “That night; when you looked at me… I just wanted to give you the choice.” She blinked rapidly, but couldn’t control the way her voice broke, “I wasn’t telling you to go.” She spoke over you when you went to comfort her, “I would’ve told you to stay if I knew you’d already decided,” she got out quickly, shaking her head at herself when she felt her eyes burn.

Somehow, you always got her this way. Even if she thought the conversation could go her way, you always found a way to get to her.

“If you hadn’t fucking said anything—!” Jordan pointed an accusatory finger at Abby.

Just as they’d flipped on you, they were doing the same to her. They’d all been on her side last night, but suddenly she was at fault.

“Fuck off, Jordan,” Owen huffed out. “You were being an asshole.”

“And you weren’t?”

“Why don’t we just stop arguing and go find her?” Abby suggested, exasperated.

“Like she’d come back,” Leah scoffed. “Just let her go.” She was flippant, shocking everyone. “What if we find a body? What are we going to do then?”

“What the fuck, Leah?” Nora scoffed at her.

“I’m not the one that said anything to make her leave in the first place,” she bit back, though she wasn’t immediately blaming Abby and instead looked between Nora and Mel. “And now you wanna go find her?” She then looked at Abby, scoffing at her avoiding her gaze. “Go fuck yourselves.”

“You’re not any better,” Mel said. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah? And what did you say, huh? Just go if you want to? What the fuck did you think—?”

“That’s enough, guys,” Owen spoke up, stopping them before they said anything else they’d regret. “She wanted to leave, so she left. It’s not anyone’s fault. It was a choice. Clearly, she decided to leave before she even brought it up.” Leah rolled her eyes. “I say we just go. We don’t know where she went, and we can’t track her.”

Abby could understand why Leah was the one you could speak to. How you could open up to her, and admit to her what you wouldn’t to the rest of them. She understood, but she still wished it was her.

She wished she could get to the gentle, comfortable part of the conversation without arguing first.

But that would never happen until you were honest with each other.

And that always took a fight.

The conversation had taken up so much emotional energy that you were in physical pain by the end of it; it continued on past Abby’s admission until she heard you tell her exactly how you felt. Just admitting it to her got you choked up, and seeing you that way did the same, but now you were holding the ice pack to your stomach as you curled up on her couch.

“Fuck, let me help.” Abby quickly got up and blinked away the feelings you’d just brought up, reaching out as she sat next to you and pulling you into her. There was really nothing she could do to help, but she told herself she was warming you up by holding you— helping tense muscles relax. “Try to relax.” She took the ice from you, setting it aside and pulling you closer.

You tried to even your breathing as she rubbed your back, but it only made you more upset. “I shouldn’t have started an argument. I’m sorry,” you muttered.

“I think this one was necessary,” she laughed, soothing you as you pressed your ear to her chest. “Even if you hate arguing, you were right. We needed to talk about it, and we never would’ve gotten here peacefully.” You laughed at that, wincing as you did. “But that doesn’t matter… What can I do?”

“Just…” You sighed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Lie with me? You’re warm, so it… helps the muscle relax.” It was true enough, but Abby knew better. She knew you got scared when you were injured, and she knew being held helped.

Despite how you mocked her for one wrong judgment, she did know you. Even now. Still.

What she didn’t realize was how her embrace felt as comforting as it did when you were younger, not like the first time you hugged her— when you hardly recognized her touch. Even if you recognized her then, you recognized her touch even more now. The work she’d done to regain her strength brought feeling back to it. A lively, gentle feeling.

“You think you can walk to my room?” She asked tentatively, grabbing the ice pack as she stood and helped you up. You nodded, and despite her not believing you, she kept her arm around your waist and walked with you.

You looked down the hallway, huffing at the impossible length of it and forcing yourself to keep going until you faltered. Abby caught you quickly, scooping under your legs despite your protesting of “I’m fine” and carrying you the rest of the way.

She lied you down on her bed, making you lie flat to help the muscle stretch before lying with you and opening her arm for you as she set the ice aside.

“Now that you’re being all nice to me,” you said after a moment, earning an eye roll.

“I wasn’t being mean,” she countered.

“Why would you leave for me?” You asked as if she hadn't spoken. “Help me understand that.”

“I wanted to be with you. I told you that—“

“But why?”

She didn’t respond for some time, staring up at the ceiling. “You know why.”

“Abby,” you sighed, defeated. “Just tell me.”

She looked down at you with a frown. “Why do you need me to tell you?”

“Because, it doesn’t make any sense?” You scoffed at her, moving to sit up, but she held you down before you could cause yourself anymore pain. “I know how you felt about Owen, and I know how you feel about me. It’s not the same.”

“So you understand why he broke up with me then.” She laughed at that, as if it was the funniest thing she’d heard all day. You frowned. She hadn’t even told you that yet. “In the end, after seeing you that day, he wanted to come to Santa Barbara and find you too, but I guess he couldn’t understand why I held on all those years.”

“What do you mean?”

She pursed her lips, pushing herself up and going to her closet. She supposed it was her turn to show you all her keepsakes now, as she’d finally gotten them all back from the boat.

She emptied her backpack onto the bed, Leah’s polaroids and her old photos falling out. Books and folded up maps, too. Even an old journal.

You grabbed Leah’s pictures first, a smile coming to your face when you saw the one you took together.

“I know it’s a weird question, but can we take one together?” She’d asked after giving you pictures of your friends, to which you gladly agreed to before she had to leave.

You flipped it over, seeing the note she wrote and swallowing hard.

Finally back home

Again, I wish you’d stay, but I know why you can’t.

I don’t want to either. I don’t want to keep fighting.

I’m afraid that I’ll be gone before I get to see you again, but I’m glad we got this. Whatever it was.

Who would’ve thought that a few hours makes up for a few years apart?

You set it aside, lips pursed as you looked through the rest of them, all with notes just as feeling as that, some even sounding angry at the rest of your friends.

You looked to the maps, unfolding one and finding a small picture of you and Abby taped to it. Dots littered the paper, connected in a pattern that led to a circle around the picture, taped over central California. The next map was the same, towns being written out with information beneath them. The handwriting changed with each of the maps, getting clearer and clearer as Abby got older.

The last one was empty, only a picture taped to it.

The books had passages underlined, some annotated to show to you, or that you’d like them.

The last was her journal, binding cracked and worn but not because it was old. Because she’d written in it so much that the pages were worn, even teared with how hard she pressed into them, emotion sinking into the ink and through the pages.

You opened it to the middle, another photo falling out; one Abby had taken with Leah’s camera. Just of you.

There were entries upon entries, letters upon letters, and this one was the one you just had to open to.

It spanned for pages; pages, and pages of just one letter to you. One letter, pouring her heart out to someone who couldn’t— no, wouldn’t even reciprocate.

Your conversation, the one you turned into an argument for no reason other than to prove yourself right, replayed in your mind.

“I would’ve left.” For you.

“I’d do anything.” For you.

“If you’d ask me.”

“You wouldn’t ask me to.”

“If you asked, I’d go.”

You stared down at the book, her words repeating and repeating and making your vision blur as you finally took them in. “I’m not asking you to change how you feel.” That brought you closer to understanding, brows knitting together.

Even if you’d mocked her for it, she knew you well.

She knew you well enough to know you were finally letting yourself understand. She took the book from you, replacing it with her hands so she could pull you close, holding you to her chest just as her words sunk into your heart.

A blow to the chest.

I’m not asking you to feel the same.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson fluff #abby and lev #abby anderson angst #abby anderson ff #abby anderson fic #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson x you #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #tlou abby #ellie tlou #dina tlou #tlou x reader

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 2 years

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Could u please make n11 with Jinx, vi, caitlyn, cat, dina and ellie?

(Hello! So sorry but I cut out Caitlyn bc six characters is a lot, so sorry but here ya go, Enjoy!)

Falling Asleep On Them

Jinx

This happens more than you would think

For both of you, really

Jinx doesn’t usually sleep at night, just naps here and there

How does she do it?

I have no freaking clue

But she was just at her desk, coloring on Fishbones because she found the parts

It was pretty bare so why not spice it up and add some mother fucking color

That it the Jinx way

So, as she is coloring the face onto it, she heard your footsteps on the metal of the huge fans

She was about to call out to you, say Hi and whatever

But she was cut off when she just felt you grab her chair and turn her around

She was confused but you just climbed into her lap and just…fell asleep

She just looked down at you for a bit before giggling to herself

She shushed herself like “Shush, (Name)’s sleeping.”

She was all smiling before she turned back to her desk and continued with her drawing

She doesn’t care if your taller than her, no matter your body built or weight

Sleep on her, she doesn't care!

It makes her happy!

Vi likes holding you, for some reason

She just likes knowing you are there

She also likes being held tbh

So if you let her sleep on you from time to time, she’ll let you take a nap on her

On her shoulder, in her lap or with your head in her lap

She doesn’t care

As long as she can continue with whatever she is doing, she’s fine

But if she were ever in a situation where she couldn’t continue in fear of waking you up

You will wake up to her frozen in that exact position

She was wrapping her hands after another fight

Really Vi, really?

Anyways

She was wrapping her hand before she looked up and saw you sit in front of her on your guys’ bed

She just smiled at you and said Hi

She was confused when you didn’t respond but she just kinda smirked as you climbed into her lap

She had finished wrapping her hands anyway and just let you

After you were all good and comfortable, you fell asleep

She did not move at all, let me tell you

She didn’t move you either

She just sat there until probably hours later when you woke up

She didn’t care if she was starving, had to use the bathroom, got bored

Her motto is “Don’t move (Name), ever.”

Cat

You don’t fall asleep on Cat much

Only when you feel like it or just need to be held tbh

She doesn’t like the feeling of not being able to move

So if you do fall asleep on her, it won’t be for a very long time

Like an hour or an hour and a half maybe

And that’s a hard maybe

The most you have ever napped on her was about forty-five minutes

She wasn’t doing much though when you did this time

She was just messing with some markers, drawing on her jacket since the previous colors had faded

And she heard the door to her room open

She looked up and just saw you plop onto the couch next to her

“Hey, Baby.” She would just give a quick smile before you already made your move

Pushing her hand aside and maneuvering your way into her lap

Cat kinda just sat there and watched you do it

She kinda excepted it because she heard around your patrol squad the day you had

She would just let you have it this time

Once you were all good, you fell asleep and Cat just resumed what she was doing

She let you sleep on her for a little longer than normal

Be happy though!

It’s an accomplishment!

Dina

Dina actually encourages you to sleep in her lap!

She likes holding you and being warm, especially on a particularly cold day in Jackson

She likes sleeping on your lap also from time to time

But actually prefers you sleeping in hers

She was about as sleep as you were when you walked through the door and joined her

She just laid there and let you climb into her lap and get comfy

“Why, hello there.”

Dina just bid with a smile, hugging you for a moment as you just laid your head on her chest

You both got pretty comfortable and warm

It’s no secret that you both fell asleep pretty quickly

It was a good nap

You both ended up in a pile of limbs after waking up but it’s a good way to wake up!

These are actually Dina’s favorite moments with you tbh

Ellie

Ellie is smug about you being comfortable around her and sleeping on her

She doesn’t care if your bigger, smaller or taller than her

Throw that shit out the window and sleep on her for God sake!

She was finishing some sketches up in her journal when she heard the door opened

She was sitting on her bed also and just watched as you climbed over to her all quiet

She just smiled and set her journal down

She helped you get comfortable also

“Tired now, are we?”

“Shut up.”

She would probably just laugh and lay back with you on top of her

She will hold her journal up behind your back to finish up but she also sometimes rubs your back

She will run her hand through your hair time and time again just because

Eventually, like Dina, would fall asleep too

She just wakes up and her book fell over on your back and her pencil rolled onto the floor

She probably went back to sleep

And when you wake up, you better pray she woke up also

Because she has a grip of steel and lets say this is not a situation you can get out of easily

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salitok · 1 year

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Summer trip !

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Ellie Williams x fem reader.

Establish relationships: Dina and Jesse, and Ellie with reader.

Warnings : fingering ( r receiving), strap on ( r receiving), coming denied, dirty talking. Dom Ellie, Sub reader.

Summery : you and the gang go on a summer trip to the beach. Your gf Ellie can’t stop to look at you.

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Summer was getting hotter an hotter every day. Dina, your best friend, and you decided to rent a house on the beach to go with the gang and have some fun. You thought it was a great idea because it would be like the doble dates your always going to. Dina and Jesse have been dating for a while as well as you and Ellie. It was going to be the perfect vacation.

You all agreed to leave Jackson un Monday, you are all leaving on jesse’s jeep.

……………………………………………………

*Monday morning*

“Ok guys let’s put all of our bags in the back and start the trip!” Dina said smiling, we all nodded our head and putted the bags in the back of the Jeep. Jesse was driving, Dina was on the passenger seat next to her boyfriend, and Ellie and I were hugging in the back.

We laughed, talked, gossip and played during the road. “Guys we’re close, Jesse turn left it’s the white house” you said pointing were to turn.

The house that you and Dina rented was amazing. Jesse and Ellie were surprised. It was super big, it had two bedrooms a livings room and a open kitchen, the house was on the beach.

“Let’s put our swimming suits on and go the the beach !!!” Jesse said exited.

Dina and Jesse stayed in one bedroom and you and Ellie at the other. We all change and made a bag for the beach, with towels, snacks and of course beer. Lots of beer.

Ellie was talking to Jesse while she waited for you to put your swimsuit on. You putted your cutest bikini on and waked out of the room. Ellie looked at you, her face turning bright red, her head couldn’t think of anything else, just you. You grabbed her hand, making her come back to reality.

“Babe let’s go, wanna cuddle on the beach !?” You said exited looking at your girlfriend. “Sure thing sweetheart” Ellie responded.

The four of you laid down on the beach, drinking beer and after an hour Dina came out with an idea. “ hey y/n wanna play volleyball ?” She said looking at you and holding the ball on her hands

“Omg yesss”, you stud up and started playing. You were in a kinda squad position, the sun burning your body. Ellie couldn’t stop starting at you, your ass, the way your tits bounced when you jumped, your cute laugh; the only thing Ellie could think about was ripping your bikini off, she was waiting to get home to pin you down and fuck you without mercy.

Ellie was mesmerized. Suddenly you catch her looking at you. You knew exactly what she was thinking, you couldn’t help but to tease her, you knew she wasn’t able to do nothing right now. An idea came to your mind, you told Dina to wait, you told her you were going to the water to refresh your self. You walked and got into the sea, getting every part of your body wet including your hair. After a second you came out, Ellie’s eyes stuck on you, how your body was dripping wet as well as your hair.

After two more more hours you all came back to the house, it was night time. Jesse and Dina went to their room to sleep, as well as you and Ellie.

Ellie let you enter the shared room first and closed the door behind her. After a she closed and lock the door, she grabbed your wrist roughly and pined you against the wall.

“Slut, you have been teasing me all day”, Ellie’s hands on your waist, she putted her knee between your legs, making you let out a small moan.

After a second she crashed her lips into yours. You moaned into her mouth as her knees made more pressure into your center, both of your tongues dancing with each other.

You separated your mouths to catch breath. “So fucking pretty in that bikini”. In the second Ellie lift you up, your legs wrapped around her waist. She putted you on the bed on got on top of you. You felt like her pray, your eyes submissive looking at her. The brown headed girl took your swimsuit in a second, leaving you completely naked under her. Her hand cupped you pussy softly

“God so wet for me, am I the only one that makes you this wet”, you nodded, you want her to touch you, you could feel the wetness between your legs

“Use your words pretty girl”, she stared directly at your eyes. “Please Ellie”, after those words came out for your mouth she started rubbing your clit, and in second you felt one of Ellie’s fingers inside of you. You moaned loudly, wanting more

“Good baby, but keep quiet we don’t want Jesse and Dina hearing you beg for me”. She added another finger and pumped them fast Inside of you. Your body whispering and moving under Ellie.

“Baby am coming” you said, coming out as a moan. She took her fingers out of you and stopped, you look at her confused

“No no, baby please, ellie…”. Ellie took her swimsuit off and she putted her strap on. “If your going to come, the do it all over my dick”

Your eyes widen, the strap was long and thick.

Ellie hopped in the bed, she putted your legs on her shoulders and placed the tip of the strap on your entrance.

“Tell me you want to feel me inside of you”. Ellie was demanding, you started begging for her, you needed her and you didn’t have any other alternatives.

Ellie’s strap slide inside of you with ease, your pussy sucked it in, it felt tight around you.

“Taking me so well, such a pretty pussy”, you moaned at her words. Ellie had no mercy, she ponded you fast and hard, every time hitting your g spot, you cried out. The end of the strap hitting Ellie’s clit in the right way.

“Feels so gooddd” you moaned, grabbing Ellie’s left arm. “I know baby…,cum for me”, she then started rubbing your clit to make you cum with her tattooed hand.

After some minutes you moaned loudly, ellie kissed you to lower your moans, you squirted all over her hand and strap, and seconds later ellie came too, while moaning your name.

She then took her strap off and laid next to you.

“You were so good baby, let me get something to clean you up. You made a mess”, she went to the bathroom to get paper towels and then she cleaned you up.

She then laid next to you and cuddle.

“I love you so much, my pretty girl”

“I love you to honey”

You both kiss and cuddle and minutes after you both felt asleep into each others arms.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie smut #ellie williams x you #smuts #summer trip #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x you

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kaiyahh21 · 8 months

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When love finds you

loser!ellie fem!reader, I wanted to post this story bc it has been in my drafts for literally monthsss😞 warnings:, may come as offensive to people, if so I’m sorry😭😭

ellie Williams couldn’t hide her disdain for cheerleading. the incessant cheers, the forced smiles, and the meticulous routines were all elements she found utterly irksome. to Ellie, the entire cheerleading culture seemed like a superficial spectacle, a stark contrast to her own down-to-earth demeanor.

she often rolled her eyes at the cheerleaders’ pep rallies and cringed at their overly enthusiastic chants. for ellie, the whole cheerleading squad embodied everything she despised about conformity and artificial enthusiasm. as a result, she made it a point to distance herself from anything cheer-related

she always wore her baggy jeans or her ripped ones, everyday with her beat up converse. her friends looked the exact same as her, the so called “popular girls” call them emo, as if they don’t have style.

Dina and Jesse walked over to Ellie and started talking to her. u couldn’t make out what they were saying, since you were atleast half a mile away from them. you saw Ellie look at you, you stared for a minute.. then u noticed that she was looking at you and you quickly looked away.

everybody know that u were more of a stylish and happy person. u were more popular than the popular girls. Ellie always hated cheerleaders, but she always stared at you or walked up to you. it was funny to think that the girl who hated cheerleaders likes the most prissiest one.

after that day, ellie surprisingly walked up to you, some people stared in shock because ellie wasn’t the type to casually walk up to a cheerleader since everybody knew that she hated them. especially after the popular girl Lina clemonte embarrassed her Infront of everybody. Lina was the schools pick me and attention seeker. everybody hated her especially Ellie. Ellie started to talk to you after math class for the past few weeks. you’ve gotten to know her and you knew u started to catch feelings. you didn’t wanna break ur friendship with Ellie, so y kept quiet for a few years.

one day, Ellie texted you asking if u wanted to go out with her, not as a get together, but she meant as a date. your heart was jumping for joy as your thumbs were typing back. text messages with Ellie:

Ellie: hey.. I was wondering if u wanted to go out tonight if u didn’t have any plans..

uhh I don’t know if I have any plans today, atleast not that I know of. and sure id love to go out with you.

ok does 7 sound good?

7 sounds perfect! I’ll be there soon.

a few hours later you get ready and go on your merry way, soon after u get there, you see Ellie standing there waiting for you. u were surprised to see her not in her baggy and raggedy clothes.

You didn’t really expect to see her in actual clothes. it was shocking but u didn’t care that much. she saw you and walked up to you. “hey y/n u look nice” she says with a slight blush, she looks down at her shoes and looks back up once u respond “thanks Ellie, you too” you blushed slightly knowing that she saw u blushing. “let’s go” she says as she holds ur hand and walks to the entrance of the restaurant. when you guys entered, you surprisingly saw the popular girls. Ellie cleared her throat. “ uhm.. well let’s just get a table..” she obviously noticed. you got a table and sat down. the popular girls, lina, Macy, and Gina sat down on the table right across from you. you knew that tonight will be hell.

sorry if this was short😭😭 I’m making part 2 soon!

PART 2 SOON!!

#ellie tlou #grunge #tlou fic #tlou #ellie williams

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thenomekingdom · 1 month

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What are good books that riff on Oz besides the stupid Wicked series. I just started After Oz

Good question!

Part of it depends on what exactly you disliked about The Wicked Years, from Maguire’s writing style, the “realistic grit” or how the setting became Oz only in name (frankly I didn’t enjoy the Wicked franchise either) but here are some books I remember enjoying at least some aspects of. Though full disclosure I haven’t read some of these in years and I’m sure there’s some that I’ve forgotten about.

Anthologies

Oz Reimagined: New Tales from the Emerald City and Beyond edited by John Joseph Adams

Shadows of the Emerald City edited by J.W. Schnarr

Books that avoid a dark tone

Visitors From Oz by Martin Gardener

Paradox in Oz by Edward Einhorn

Crossovers

The Oz/Wonderland Chronicles by Ben Avery (comic)

Darker retellings that aren’t as bleak

Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige

Oz Squad by Steven Ahlquist (comic that has a tie in novel)

Non-Fiction

The Baum Bugle

The Characters of Oz: Essays on Their Adaptation and Transformation by Dina Schiff Massachi

Relevant Links

https://www.oztimeline.net/DeadlyDesert.htm

https://www.oztimeline.net/DarksideofOz.htm

https://www.oztimeline.net/Parallelhistories.htm

Of course with a fandom this small, there’s a significant chance that we’re all just passing around the same five books ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#mult #meta #asks and answers

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mychoombatheroomba · 2 months

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To Be Alone With You

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 47

You and Leon steal a few final moments together.

This chapter is 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 18+ only please!

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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TW for unprotected sex.

Guys, PLEASE wrap it before you tap it, regardless of gender or biology, I do not condone these idiots and their behavior. Also oral sex (reader receiving) and some dom/sub undertones (Leon mostly sub, but they switch it up a little). Anyway, please enjoy the filth!

“So . . . you think there’ll be fireworks?”

Leon’s brow arched as he looked over at Williams, and the tall woman looked back at him with an innocent expression.

“What?” she went on. “Krauser can’t be that much of a stick in the mud. We could say it’s mortar shell training or something. Besides, haven’t we earned some real celebration time?”

Valeria, who walked on Williams’ other side, scoffed. “Krauser might be in favor of that, but Reed and Hellman? Assholes probably didn’t even want to give us the day off.”

A fact that Leon had to agree with - and one he was all too glad hadn’t been the case. The agents - alongside Krauser - had worked everyone to the bone these final two weeks. Leon had dragged himself through mud and barbed wire, run farther than he ever had in his life, taken bruise after bruise in the training yard and shot after shot at the firing range, all in preparation for what tomorrow held. The beginning of the end. The final test before he and the men and women beside him were no longer trainees, but agents. Weapons in an arsenal for a war unlike anything seen before. There might have been no chance to breathe before that final hurdle, were it not for the day it happened to be.

He’d never been one to savor national holidays until now. Even Reed and Hellman were forced to honor Independence Day though, it seemed. And so, on this, the final Sunday before the test, the STRATCOM trainees were given another much needed day off.

“Yeah,” Leon deadpanned, “a day off that you two really wanted to spend strolling through the woods with me.” Which, in truth, he was a little grateful for. The rest of the squad had planned something of a party in the evening, but the rest of the day? Leon had wanted to spend it with you. It was his last chance to, after all. It had made him more than a little disappointed when you’d told him that Doc needed your help in the infirmary in the morning, and he hadn’t seen you in the hours since then. So, even if he knew that he was likely just being dragged along with Dina and Valeria for the sake of cover, he appreciated the chance to keep his mind off the impending test.

The thing was - Williams had never been a great liar, even with all the CIA training going on. And now, as Leon made his remark, her innocent look slipped in favor of a knowing smile.

Valeria shot a grin over at him - one that didn’t cover her obvious sarcasm but did divert his attention. “What can I say? You’re just such good company.”

Leon laughed, but shook his head all the same. “Well . . . you two just let me know when you want me to ‘lose you guys’ in the woods.”

Williams’ smile widened, and Leon took that expression to mean that he’d hit the nail on the head. “You think we’d ditch you to go have some fun by ourselves?” she asked, as if the very thought offended her.

Didn’t change Leon’s answer. “Yes.”

Valeria laughed, then. “Well, you’d be right. But that’s not the only reason we’re out here, you know.” She’d make a good agent - Leon already knew that, but in the moment that followed? He was made completely sure of it in the nonchalant tone of her voice. The measured control she had over her expression.

The way she didn’t even look at the movement Leon couldn’t see on his other side.

The way she didn’t give away that there was a fourth person there, until there was a hand at his arm and he only just stopped a blunted knife from meeting his throat.

Leon froze, but smiled all the same because he didn’t need to look to know who was at his back. Not with the way Dina and Valeria were grinning at him. Not with the way your body pressed against his.

“It’s too easy to sneak up on you, Kennedy,” you told him, and Leon huffed a little laugh.

“Thought my friends here were going to be watching my back,” he said, looking over at his walking companions - who, of course, were taking steps further down the forest path, backing away from you and Leon with knowing smiles.

“And Krauser would tell you not to use your friends as a crutch,” Valeria smirked.

Leon returned the look, unable to be anything other than excited, he found. Because if you had coordinated this with Valeria and Dina as he suspected you had, that meant that he was going to be spending the day with you after all. “What a betrayal,” he sighed, but there was no real hurt in his words. Just as there was no real intent to harm when he shook off your hold on his arm and leveraged his body, sending you arcing over his shoulder. You grunted as you rolled, coming into a crouch, your knife still in your hand and your lips carved into a wicked smile.

Your eyes met, and for the first time in weeks - since Fort Benning, really - Leon glimpsed something he’d missed seeing in you.

Fire.

“Not bad,” you praised, rising to your feet but keeping your knife up, your stance ready. God, he’d missed this , he realized. Not necessarily the act of crossing blades with you, but the challenge of your will crashing against his own. Your bodies against each other, the line between lesson and love blurring until it became non-existent. And, as Dina and Valeria continued to move on past the two of you, Leon knew to expect exactly that feeling.

“Have fun, you two. Meet you back in an hour,” Valeria called over her shoulder as the two of them disappeared down the winding path, leaving you and Leon alone. Payment for the nights Leon had spent on fire watch, when he’d awoken Valeria and Dina to have an hour for themselves. Hours and moments stolen, and now the same opportunity given to him.

An hour, with just the two of you and the green around you.

It would never be enough, but he would take what he could get. Even if that hour started with you lunging at him, your knife aimed at his heart. He blocked easily, just as you’d taught him to; taking a step to the side and reaching for your wrist, trying to trap your hand against his chest. Two weeks ago, he would have been able to disarm you with that move. Now, you just stepped in with him, your knee rising fast just as Leon twisted his torso to leverage your wrist.

He stepped back just in time, letting one hand leave your knife to block your knee - and it was enough for you to wrench your blade free, the dulled edge scraping across Leon’s chest as it went.

And God, the smile you gave him when you felt that . . . it was only fuel to his fire.

He looked at you then, the soldier who had somehow stolen his heart in all this mess, and he almost laughed because, well, for once, he felt like the odds were even. Not because your injury had brought you down to his level, but because you’d raised him up to yours. Through hours and days and months, you had given him the ability to stand against you now. Krauser may have given him the skills, but you? Leon knew now that you were his strength. The reason he pushed himself to be better, the firm hand that had pulled him up from the dirt. Then, you had been unarmed and Leon had been unsure. You’d been a mystery, and he’d thought you a monster. Now . . . now Leon could scarcely imagine a world or a life without you in it.

And now he would face you down, the final time a mirror of the first.

“That the best you’ve got?” Leon challenged, not because you weren’t giving him your best, but because he wanted to see your fire. He wanted those cinder-stares and the burn of your touch. He wanted it more than he could remember wanting anything, because this might be the last time he could-

You severed that line of thought with another attack, a series of slashes that Leon managed to successfully defend against. He managed a push kick to create some distance between the two of you, and the tension between the two of you came to a simmer as your eyes locked together.

“You want my best?” You asked, raising a brow and letting your smile turn wicked. “Then come get it.”

Maybe Williams had been on to something after all.

Maybe there would be fireworks.

⧫⧫⧫

The battle - and it truly felt like one - traveled off the dirt path and into the woods. Between trees and around fallen debris, you and Leon traded blows and crossed blades. Use your surroundings , Krauser had told you, and damned if you weren’t going to prove a good student. You led Leon through the woods just as you planned, either retreating and forcing him to follow after you, or pressing the attack to get him back on course.

To get him where you needed to be.

The trouble was that herding an opponent as smart and skilled as Leon was harder than it looked. You learned that when he too took advantage of the forest around him, putting trees between him and you, grinning like the smug bastard he could be when he routed you successfully . . .

Of course, you would do the same to him; knocking him into the brush, forcing him in the direction you needed him to go. You were nearly there, nearly at that perfect place . . . but then in a few moves, your plan came a little unraveled.

You’d lost sight of him - just for a second or two, but it was enough. Enough that, as you scanned the woods for him, he could come at you sideways. You swung at him and he ducked just beneath your arm, rising on the other side at your back. With a grunt, you swung backwards at him, but too late to avoid the block he raised. Too slow to escape him trapping your forearm in his grip, his other hand bracing at your shoulder.

The pressure he applied there, combined with him hooking one of your legs out from under you was meant to send you straight down. Trouble was that you happened to catch yourself, and you stumbled in an awkward arc.

Right into a goddamn tree.

You barely managed to reach up with your free hand, bracing against the worst of it, but the bark still scraped against your skin - forearm and face both. You grunted at the pain, but it was Leon who’s reaction bore the most concern. He called your name in surprise, and you felt his grip on you loosen.

“Fuck! Are you-”

He didn’t get to finish his question or his worry, because you ducked fully under his reach, your blade now free to run across his stomach. Unable to defend, Leon exhaled above you, then exclaimed as you reached for his knee, pulling his leg out from under him. His back met the forest floor and you landed on top of him, pinning him there, blade to his throat.

“You had me,” you scolded despite yourself, shaking your head. “You could’ve won. You cannot keep doing this. You can’t keep letting your worry hold you back.”

His smile faltered, the light in his eyes fading at your words. You could see yourself strangling the joy from the encounter, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Still, Leon just shook his head. “You’re one to talk about worry,” he pointed out.

“I have every reason to be worried.”

“Not today,” he insisted, some annoyance coming through now. Or maybe it was fear. “I don’t want to think about that today.”

Guilt weighed you down, making for one hell of a tag-team as that worry refused to let go of its stranglehold on you. Still, you nodded, forcing yourself to relent. “Okay. Yeah, sorry.”

Leon was, as always, too quick to forgive you. “It’s okay,” he promised. Then he smiled like he was seeing the sun for the first time after weeks of rain. “I’ve missed you.”

Even if you were the one with the knife pressed to his skin, that simple phrase cut deep into you because, damn it-

“I’ve missed you too.”

You moved then, freeing his arms. Letting him reach for you. Letting him hold you the way you’d been imagining him holding you for the last eight weeks. You weren’t surprised when he reached for your face, his thumb gently stroking the fresh scrapes on your cheek, just beneath your eye.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, too sweet for what he was about to become. But it wasn’t some hardened soldier underneath you, then. Not the man who was about to be Agent Kennedy. No, however much his body had changed over months of training, this was your rookie. Your Leon. So, his concern over the little injuries made you smile.

“You know I’ve had worse,” you reassured him. “Besides . . . we’re even for that first day, now. ‘Bout time you gave me some bruises to remember you by.”

“That’s not how I want you to remember me.” Leon’s words were serious, then. Weighty. And you couldn’t fault him. You both had so many hurts - so many marks left on you that told the story of your lives. You’d both shared those wounds with each other. It was time to share something better.

So, you leaned down, taking the knife away from his throat. “Then how do you want me to?” you asked, your lips so close to his.

He answered you with a kiss - no hesitation. No waiting. Not anymore. Your response was the same, meeting him in that touch of slow passion. Not that it stayed slow for long. “Like this,” he said, and you smiled against his lips.

You’d had a few weeks to take out your frustrations of not training. Sparring wasn’t the only thing you’d been unable to participate in, and it didn’t matter how often you let your own hand wander between your legs back in the infirmary, or more recently in the shower. It would never be enough to alleviate your yearning for him. There was only one way to get around that.

So, you pressed your body against his, feeling the shape of him that you’d been denied for so long. With the woods between you and any prying eyes, you let yourself fall into his kiss with abandon.

Well, almost.

“I fuckin’ missed you . . .” Leon repeated, the words trapped between your lips and his. You could feel his hand gripping desperately at your waist, his body tensing underneath yours.

“How much?” you asked, and you pressed a sly smile against his lips.

Leon smirked right back at you, the hand on your cheek moving to the back of your neck instead to pull you down against him. “Let me show you.”

It was hard to break away from that kiss. A test of willpower to stop, even as he let you dip your tongue into his mouth, making one of his soft little sounds. God, you had to call on so much willpower before you managed to break that heated kiss, pressing a hand against his chest to keep him from following you up. “Right here on the forest floor, Kennedy?” you asked, feeling like a wire coming to life with electricity.

“I don’t mind getting dirty,” was Leon’s simple reply, and you weren’t sure whether you wanted to roll your eyes or kiss him harder.

“Well, you’ll be the one on your back,” you warned, smiling as it made Leon exhale a little breath. “You want that to be here? Or somewhere more comfortable?”

Leon just raised a brow, looking up at you in confusion. “Wasn’t the woods your idea?”

“This was part of my idea,” you corrected, and when Leon’s look of confusion only grew, you smiled and got up off of him. He took your hand when you offered it to him, and you couldn’t help the little sparks of excitement bubbling in your gut as you led him through the woods, following the notches in the trees you’d used to mark your way. It wasn’t long before you reached your destination at last, and you looked over at Leon just in time to see his eyes light up at what you’d prepared.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice betraying his joy.

Not that there was, really, much to cause that joy. Just your rucksack, partially unloaded, sitting in the middle of a little clearing, two plastic bags with sandwiches inside (thank you, Doc) and an unzipped standard issue sleeping bag laid out in the shade and, of course, a little radio resting up against the bag.

“This,” you said, propping a hand up on your hip, “is your graduation present. Part of it.”

Leon just stared at you for a moment, and you took it as an opportunity to go on.

“You said you wanted a date before. Best I could do-”

“You’re a romantic.” The observation cut you off, and your eyes flashed a little like he’d just slapped you, even if his words were nothing but adoring.

“I am not-”

“You are,” Leon insisted, chuckling.

“And you’re a pain in the ass.”

“Yet you keep me around.”

“For some reason.”

Leon laughed, because there was no real venom in either of your words. Then he took you in his arms, pulling you tight against him. Like he never wanted to let go. “Whatever reason that is, I’ll take it.”

Reason. As if there was only one. As if Leon Kennedy hadn’t been the damn sunrise for you these last few months, breaking through your clouds. As if he hadn’t made you laugh and smile and forget even for just a few moments. As if he wasn’t the most beautiful man you’d ever seen inside and out. As if he wasn’t the person you would kill and die for.

That was all too much to speak, though. That was why you’d planned this. Why you’d decided to risk it once more, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.

So you kissed him.

You kissed him until the woods and the sounds of birds faded to background static, and you didn’t stop as you felt his hands seeking the hem of your shirt. He wasn’t the only one who wanted this to be memorable, after all, and so you dedicated yourself to making him come undone. Your time together hadn’t been long, in the grand scheme of things, but you had learned his weaknesses in love just as you had in fighting. Things like the way he melted when you took charge, his breath catching in his throat as you pushed him back against a tree, trapping him there. Or the way he tried to hide his moan when you pulled his hair back hard, exposing his throat to you so you could trail kisses there.

Back between the buildings of base, you would have commended him for that attempt. Here, though? “There’s no one to hear you but me, pretty boy,” you murmured against his neck, your free hand sliding down to palm the growing hardness between his legs. “And I better hear you.”

“Oh, God,” Leon breathed, his head falling back against the tree. He laughed a little as he pressed his hips into your hand. “This the other part of my graduation present?”

You hummed against his skin, excitement building in your belly. In another world, another life, you would have spent hours building to this. You would have unraveled him piece by piece until he was a mess in your bed. Here, you didn’t have such time, so your plan would have to be enacted faster. “You remember our rule? You can tell me if anything goes too far at any time?”

There was some hesitancy in his answer, but he nodded all the same. “Yes.”

“Good,” you responded, leaning away to nip at his earlobe, enjoying the way it made him shudder. Still, you enjoyed his reaction to what you said next far more. “Because I want to ride you,” you told him, and already you saw red creeping into his cheeks, “but I only want that if you want it too.” You pulled back to look at his face for that last promise, bringing a halt to your teasing touches to let him make his decision.

In the end, he stared at you with those wide eyes - more black now than blue - like he didn’t dare to hope what you’d offered was real. “Are you sure? We don’t have-”

“I’m sure,” you confirmed, your eyes finding his own so he could see the truth in them. “I want to feel you.” And you didn’t know when you’d ever get the chance again. If you’d ever-

“I want to feel you too.” Leon’s admission was quiet but you could hear the need in his words. The fear, because no doubt, he had the same worries in his mind. “But are you really sure?”

You just gave him a look and pressed your lips against his once more. His hands found your face as he kissed you back, holding on like he was afraid to let go. “I’m sure,” you repeated against his lips. “Have you ever done this before?” you asked, because it was an important question.

Leon stopped his kisses for just a moment, blushing a little deeper as he answered. “Once.”

You’d figured as much. “Well, it’s been a long time for me,” you admitted. “Might need your help with a few things. Are you okay with that, too?”

Leon just nodded, murmuring your name. “You could ask me to do just about anything and I’d do it.”

You could hear the truth there. The complete and utter devotion in his words. It terrified you, so you pushed the feeling away. “Then you have some work to do,” you said, your hand dragging down to his chest.

“Guess I do,” Leon agreed, and your eyes widened as you felt him grip your shoulders. He maneuvered you so that you were against the tree now, facing the bark as Leon settled in at your back. So much more confident than he’d been that first night, when he’d all but let you do what you pleased with him. It made you smile as you braced your hands against the tree, all while feeling his hands at your hips.

“Getting bold, rookie,” you pointed out.

“Just like you taught me to be,” he said, his hands fiddling at the waistline of your fatigues. “Is this okay?”

“So long as you remember that this ends with you on your back.”

“I think I can live with that. But I’m gonna give you a run for your money, first.”

You’d never known Leon Kennedy to go back on his word. But as his lips met your neck and his hand snuck between your legs, you knew that this was a promise he meant to go above and beyond with. Before too long the two of you had set a rhythm, his hips rubbing against you, his hand opening your fatigues and sliding down to touch-

“There . . .” you sighed, rocking yourself against him, tilting your head to the side as he sucked and nibbled gently at your skin. Still, as nice as this was, you were on a bit of a schedule still, and damn did you want more. “That the best you’ve got?” you asked, using Leon’s earlier words against him.

It made him chuckle against your skin. “Not by a long shot.”

He made good on that promise too just a few moments later, as he tugged your pants down past your hips, your underwear too. He proved that he was good for more than just oaths when you felt him kiss his way down your back . . . and then even you moaned as his tongue circled you. However stupid this is, however foolish, you couldn’t give a damn in that moment. You let your eyes fall closed as he tasted you, one hand on your hips to support you, the other snaking around you to stroke exactly where you needed.

He took to his task with vigor, and you arched your back into him, desperate to feel more of his tongue and touch. “That’s it,” you moaned, reaching a hand back to grab a fistful of his hair.

The action made him groan into you, as it always did, and there the two of you stayed for what was too long and not nearly long enough, him worshiping you on his knees.

When he added the first finger at your instruction, you dug your nails into the bark and his name was a hymn as it left your lips. “Leon-”

“I’ve got you,” he promised, and you believed him, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him.

Nothing mattered but him. Nothing else in the whole fucking world.

“Another,” you ordered, and he obeyed, sliding another finger into you. You groaned at the stretch, at the feeling of his hand pressing into and against you, and all you wanted is more, more, more-

And he gave you just that. Working you open, learning what little of you he hadn’t known. He rose, leaning over you to mouth at your neck once more, careful not to leave any marks while his hands moved fast. Then you cried out as he reached that place in you that made sunlight bloom in you, and he noticed. You’d never given him credit enough for being able to find weak spots until now, but it wasn’t long before you were panting as he held you close. He was breathing heavily against your neck, his muscled body all but pressing you into the tree until-

“Oh, fuck!” you hissed, biting down on your lip as pleasure washed over you, warm and gentle just like the man that unleashed its tide on you. You shivered, glad of the strength of your legs not betraying you, and when it was finally done you could only let out a huff. “This was supposed to be about you,” you breathed, looking over your shoulder, only for Leon to nuzzle into you.

He just hummed against the back of your neck, and you just knew he was grinning ear to ear. “Sorry. Got a little carried away.” You felt him kiss your still-clothed shoulder, and you laughed.

“Well, pretty boy,” you said, turning to face him fully, letting your eyes glint in the light slipping through the trees, “I intend to give as good as I get.”

⧫⧫⧫

Leon laughed as you pushed him down, the unfolded sleeping bag rustling as he landed on top of it. You never were one to waste time, and you didn’t now as you climbed on top of him, your lips crashing against his. He almost protested that you shouldn’t, given what he’d just done for you, but you didn’t seem to care and that only made him blush hard into the kiss.

And as you kissed him, Leon felt his heart hammer against his ribs and sunlight kiss his skin as you pushed his shirt up. He rose, trying to help you pull it all the way off, but you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down firmly. “Down, boy,” you told him, and Leon blushed a deep, dark red. “Much as I’d love to strip you down, that’ll have to wait for next time.”

Next time.

Please, God, let there be a next time-

All thoughts of the future began to fade, though, as you reached for the fastenings of Leon’s fatigue pants. Freeing him from what he’d been straining against for some time now. He lifted his hips to help you pull them down, and your hand set to work immediately. Leon sighed as you licked your palm, then wrapped your fingers around him and God, he needs you.

He’d never felt a need like he did then, not once in all his life because you were his and he was yours. All that you had gone through and all that you would go through, whether together or apart, whatever pain awaited you, the two of you would have this.

You would steal one moment of perfection together.

I love you-

So, when you finally had enough of working with your hand, there was only one answer to the question you asked. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yes.”

You were in control. Leon had no illusions about that. So he let you move yourself, straddling him a bit awkwardly with your pants still around your ankles. His hands came to your thighs, squeezing gently because, frankly, he didn’t know what else to do. All he knew was that he’d imagined this moment so many times and now it was here at last.

He watched with wide eyes as you lined him up, feeling himself pressing up against the wetness he left behind . . . and then moaned as you sank down on the first inch of him.

He wasn’t entirely sure he survived what followed, really. Strangled gasps left him and you both as you lowered yourself bit by bit - he didn’t even have time to ask if you were alright. You were setting the pace, and Leon of all people knew that you were going to push yourself to the limit as much as you would push him. And so, the two of you moaned together as you took him deeper and deeper until, finally, blissfully, he felt himself fully buried in you.

And there was nothing, not anything at all on this Earth, that had ever felt so good.

He stared up at you, eyes blown wide, and found it nearly impossible to breathe as the two of you stilled, letting your body adjust for just a moment. Leon couldn’t find the words. What words could possibly do justice to the sight of you over him like that, the sun haloing through the trees above you? How could he ever describe to you how deeply you moved him, how your jagged-glass eyes softening and looking away from him made him feel alive? An angel of vengeance that, for just a few moments, had been sent to love him. To soothe the shredded heart in his chest.

I love you, he repeated in his mind, once that mind was clear enough to form a thought.

“Are you okay?” he finally managed to ask, and he hoped so desperately that you would say yes. That you would tell him to move. That he could feel you like he’d wanted to all this time.

Your nod was heaven-sent, just like you were. “Yeah,” you told him. “You?”

“Yeah.”

A smile. A spark of hellfire in heaven.

Then your hips rolled, and Leon moaned.

You’d told him that you wanted to ride him, but fuck he hadn’t imagined it quite like this.

“God you feel . . .” he couldn’t do justice to that feeling, either. He never could. You knew it, too, because you gave him a toothy grin and ground your hips against him harder, pressing him deeper into yourself, and Leon was sure those fireworks he’d been talking about had been lit in his chest.

“So do you,” you told him, your eyes falling closed as you twisted and moved on top of him.

The two of you panted together, hips swirling and your hands splayed over his chest. Your fingertips traced down from where his shirt was bunched up at his collarbone, brushing against the scar at his shoulder. A wound taken for a woman who’d dealt him a wound in turn, and who, in that moment, was far, far away from Leon’s mind. There was only you, then, and the sweet sounds of your breathing. The feeling of your hand over his heart for just a moment, and then the involuntary jolt that went through him as you pinched at one of his nipples.

The feeling made him flush because he hadn’t thought to-

“Like that?” you asked, leaning down to grin at him. Leon, breathless, just swallowed because holy shit the way you looked, the way you felt around him-

“You’re gonna kill me,” he whimpered when you pinched him again, your hips moving at a torturous pace.

You just chuckled, moving down to kiss his throat as you worked and your lips and your hands and the feeling of being inside you-

It was all too much. He couldn’t take it, his mind turning into a haze as he moved his hands up, feeling your hips. Your belly. He pushed your own shirt up, desperate to see you, only for his eyes to widen as he brushed against rough, raised skin. You stopped your torment of him to grab both his wrists, just as he brushed against your scars. Fearing he’d made a misstep, he let you pin both arms at his sides, looking up at you with concern.

He was met, though, only with desire when his eyes met yours.

And just then, your hips picked up speed.

“Oh my god-” another exclamation as he surrendered to you fully. He didn’t know what to do - whether to buck up into you, to meet your passion with his own, or to let you have your way. Either seemed too perfect a choice, too tempting a desire, and each time you rose up and sank back down on him it only filled his mind with more and more static.

“You have no idea . . .” you told him, whispering the words against his ear between breaths. “No idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Yes I do,” Leon insisted, feeling something white hot and unstoppable building in his chest. Something he tried to stave off because he wanted eternity for this moment. “Yes I do-”

I love you-

“You’ve wanted it too,” you agreed, squeezing his wrists a little harder as you moved faster. “I know. I know baby.”

Your name left his lips, but you went on.

“Show me. You promised to show me how much you missed me. Show me.”

I love you-

Only you could give him orders like that, and as soon as Leon felt your grip on his wrists loosen, he did as you asked. He gripped your hips with all his newfound strength, and he let his instincts move him. Instincts that led him to lifting you, the muscles in his arms flexing as he did it. Your eyes widened, and then flashed as he brought you back down around him, hard.

From there, it was a losing game.

⧫⧫⧫

Moans filled Leon’s mouth, and then your tongue followed as the two of you worked together, trading kisses as he helped you move up and down, up and down. It was almost brutal, the pace you set, offset by the sweetness of the kiss.

Of course, that could only last for so long before you needed more.

Always more.

You broke away, leaning back and bracing one hand on Leon’s thighs. The other went between your own legs and you moaned, letting your head fall back as he thrust up into you. Letting yourself fall away and into the abyss, where none of your worries dared to follow.

⧫⧫⧫

But Leon followed you.

As beautiful as you looked above him, he couldn’t let you go. Not yet. He watched you touch yourself for only a moment before he pushed himself up, one arm coming around you to pull you flush against him. Your head snapped back down, clearly caught by surprise, your lips parted as the two of you went on moving.

Your eyes met his and-

⧫⧫⧫

You knew you were doomed, because just like that, you couldn’t look away.

The hand you’d braced against Leon’s thigh came to press against his back instead and you let your body rock with each shared movement.

⧫⧫⧫

He whimpered as you pressed down on him-

You moaned as he pushed your shirt up and laid kisses on your chest-

As he felt you clenching around him-

As his hand replaced your own between your legs-

As that pleasure in him built-

And built-

Until, at last-

“Leon-”

“I’m-”

His warning and your name both were lost in the kiss you gave him, and then you were both gone from the world. For just one moment, you weren’t you and Leon wasn’t Leon. There were no boundaries between the two of you, nothing left to hide. Nothing left to fear, or fear for.

Only each other.

“I love you.”

He wasn’t sure you heard the confession, but he supposed it didn’t matter. You knew. You had to have known.

Leon clung to you tightly as he finished, his hips twitching up into you just as you shuddered in his lap. Quiet settled in around you, wrapping you both in its embrace, only broken by labored breathing and distant birdsong. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, not sure what part he was sorry for. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t be sorry,” you shook your head. “Not for anything.”

His heart set at ease once more, Leon could have lived in that moment forever. He wanted to so desperately as he lay back against the sleeping bag, dragging you with him.

For a few beats of his healing heart, he was happy.

Even as you asked a final question in a worried, weary voice-

⧫⧫⧫

"You sure it's a good idea?" you began, your head against Leon's chest. "Loving me?" Because that was all you could think of; his whispered confession in the throes of passion. You wanted to give him the chance to take it back. To choose a safer path.

You should have known Leon Kennedy was a man of risks by now.

"Maybe it isn't," he admitted, catching his breath. "But honestly? I really don't give a damn."

Your fear came back, then, creeping across the forest floor to join in on your embrace. Still, your voice managed to be mostly good-humored as you shook your head. "You're crazy."

He laughed. God, he sounded so young. So happy. "Maybe I am. Think that's part of what you like about me."

Like. Not love. He didn't want to presume, even if he'd be right. Even if you did love him.

Even if the mirroring confession to his was right at the tip of your tongue. There it lingered, holding on for dear life as you nodded. "Maybe it is," you agreed.

You weren't entirely sure why you didn't say it back, even if you knew you felt the same love.

All you knew was that you didn't voice it that day in the woods.

Later, you wondered if maybe you should have.

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An interesting fic request: What if the Smiling Titan aka Dina appeared during the 57th expedition? And the Scouts witness the power of the Founding Titan + OG Levi lives

thanks!! this was fun :)

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Eren Jaeger. Canon Divergent. 5035 words. read on ao3!

In the cold of the dark, empty cell, Eren Jaeger does not feel alone. Every night at the castle has been more warm and welcoming than the last. He would even say that it is more comfortable here than it was in the trainee barracks, where he and the others had been made to sleep on a hard mattress and pillow that was so dense that it could have been a rock. Admittedly, his treatment here should be worse than it is. If it weren’t for the Special Operations Squad sneaking in every night and giving him extra provisions — blankets, pillows, food, whatever they could find — then Eren’s nights in the castle basement wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable.

He shifts underneath layers of thick blankets that Petra had just given him a few minutes before. She had been the third person to come visit him that night. Only the members of the Special Operations Squad visit Eren at night. The Captain only ever comes down here to call Eren up for early morning training, but he turns a blind eye to the extra supplies that somehow always find their way to Eren’s cell. The members of the squad take turns bringing Eren supplies. They come in one hour intervals, coordinating with each other so that they never bring the same thing as the last person did.

Sometimes Eld comes down first, always with a story or two about his family or fiancée to lift Eren’s spirits. He takes the time to make sure Eren is comfortable in the lonely cell, which is fair less comfortable than the castle rooms that the other members of the Captain’s squad are allowed to occupy, although Eren finds with each passing day that he minds less and less. Eld assures Eren that the Captain isn’t nearly as cold as he pretends to be, that his personality is just difficult to read. Eren isn’t sure how much of that is true. Despite Eld’s assurances, Eren can’t help but hold his breath whenever the Captain is in the same vicinity. He flinches whenever he hears the Captain speak even as he tries to keep in mind Eld’s words.

“The Captain is a good guy,” Eld tells Eren, giving him a pat on the back before disappearing up the stairwell.

Gunther usually brings him food. Eren has a sneaking suspicion that Gunther doesn’t finish his food at dinner on purpose so that Eren can get a larger portion later. When the Captain points out how little Gunther is eating, Gunther laughs and says something about how he isn’t very hungry. If he’s feeling peckish later, he’ll probably steal some bread from the cupboard. Instead of taking the leftover food for a midnight snack, Gunther sneaks out in the middle of the night to give Eren the rest of his food and anything else he could find. Eren will try to turn it down, but Gunther just chuckles and ruffle Eren’s head like the boy is just a child. Eren knows Gunther has half a dozen younger siblings. Gunther always mentions them whenever he gives Eren anything to eat.

“I have a lot of younger siblings,” Gunther will say, pushing the food towards Eren even though Eren had declined multiple times already. “I know how much you need to eat. You need to eat if you want to grow strong.”

Auruo is as kind as the others even though he tries hard to disguise it. He comes down to the cell, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as if despairing at the state of the cell Eren is in. He gives Eren disapproving looks as if it’s all Eren’s fault, berating him for how cold and dreary the cell is even though Eren had no say in staying there at all. He’ll hem and haw and make a big show of whatever he’s come to bring down to the cell for Eren: snacks, pillows, blankets, anything. Even if Eren assures Auruo that he’s fine and doesn’t need anything, Auruo won’t leave until Eren has accepted everything that Auruo had come down to give him.

“You don’t have to pretend to be tough,” Auruo sniffs, shoving a pillow into Eren’s arms. “You’re still young, so you probably aren’t used to living harshly the way the rest of us are. You should be grateful we’re all going easy on you.”

Petra looks after him the most, her watchful gaze present whether Eren is in or out of the cell. She speaks to him gently, comforting him after a particularly harsh berating from the Captain. She also spends the most time with him in the castle basement. The soldier always sighs when she sees him in the cell, a rueful expression on her face as she clutches the prison bars before pulling the cell door open. She speaks quietly so that her voice doesn’t echo against the stone walls, her voice soothing like a lullaby as she checks in on Eren. Was he cold? Was he hungry? Did he need anything?

Tonight, she had come down to give him another stack of blankets. She always gives him more blankets than she needs to. When she had arrived at Eren’s cell tonight, she had so many blankets in her arms that the stack towered over her head. Eren had no idea how she had navigated herself through the castle and down to the basement without the blankets toppling over. She had shoved the blankets in his arms despite his protests and told him it was cold, that he’d thank her later because the temperature turns close to freezing in the early morning hours. She had stayed a few more minutes to chat with him, catching up on how he was feeling about the training and the upcoming expedition.

“You’ll be fine,” Petra says as she brushes a lock of hair from Eren’s forehead, a comforting smile on her lips. “You’re with the best soldiers in the Scouting Legion. Just trust us, and everything will be alright.”

Eren gives her a grateful smile in response, but he’s not sure he believes her. On the other hand, he’s not sure what the alternative is. He can only trust her and hope for the best even if he doesn’t know the full details of the upcoming expedition.

He wraps the blankets around him tightly and thanks Petra for coming. He tells her that he doesn’t need anything else and that he’ll see her tomorrow.

He settles down in his blankets, his head resting against the soft, cloud-like pillows that Auruo had given him earlier that evening. He’s bundled in a warm cocoon with only the top of his head exposed to the cold air of the basement cell, but he knows he’ll fall asleep soon enough. No matter how nervous he is for the upcoming expedition, he’s tired more than anything and he’s never been able to stay up when he was tired. He closes his eyes and wills himself to fall asleep so that he can be well rested for tomorrow. As he begins to drift away, he hears a voice that makes him jolt awake.

“What are you doing here, Ral?” The Captain’s voice is as sharp as steel, cutting through the air like a blade. Eren can hear it clearly, the Captain’s voice amplified as it echoes across the basement.

“I was just -” Eren can hear Petra begin, but the Captain cuts her off.

“Sneaking down here to coddle Jaeger?” the Captain asks. Petra fumbles for an excuse, but the Captain doesn’t wait for her to string together a coherent explanation. He clucks his tongue instead, the clicks bouncing off the stone walls. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve seen all the extra blankets and pillows whenever I call him up for morning drills. He leaves crumbs behind. It’s a wonder that rats haven’t infested that cell yet.”

“Gunther and I clean it after morning drill while Eld makes breakfast,” Petra mumbles.

Eren knows that the members of Levi’s squad don’t mind cleaning up after him and bringing him extra supplies, but his face flushes anyway. He’s mortified, only now aware of just how much the members are going out of their way to pampering him like he’s a newborn babe instead of treating him like the soldier that he is. He wants to bury himself deeper into the pristine blankets that Petra had brought him, but he sticks his head out further, ears craning to hear more of Petra’s conversation with the Captain.

“You’re treating him like a child,” the Captain say. Eren can imagine the disapproving look on the Captain’s face. It always appears whenever they’re training and one of the squad members check in on him, neglecting their own training just to make sure Eren is okay. Even when the Captain scolds them, the members shrug him off even when Eren flinches. They only ever return to training once they’re assured that Eren is fine.

“He is a child!” Petra insists, and Eren’s eyes widen at the sound of her voice. He hardly ever hears her raise her voice. Previously, Eren has only ever heard her scold Auruo, but even then she’s ever done so in jest. Her shouts then pale in comparison to her voice now. The anger is unmatched, furious like a wildfire that is barely contained.

“You pointed a weapon at that child only two weeks ago,” the Captain points out. His tone is a sharp contrast to Petra’s, calm and controlled to her indignant fury. Somehow, it makes Eren feel even worse.

He remembers the incident that the Captain is referring to. It seems so long ago that he had nearly forgotten. He was sitting at a table with the other members of the Special Operations Squad — Eld, Gunther, and Auruo — while Petra spoke with the Captain a few feet away. He’s still not exactly sure what had happened or why. He just remembers reaching out for the spoon he had just dropped only for a bolt of lightning to strike him and partially transform him into a Titan. It was only an arm, but it was enough to alarm the squad. Before Eren knew it, he was surrounded by the Captain’s squad. People who had treated him with kindness glared at him with eyes full of fury, their blades drawn as they waited for him to make one wrong move. The Captain had to talk the Special Operations Squad down before they withdrew their blades.

“It was a reflex. We all moved without thinking. He transformed into a Titan. What were we supposed to do?” Petra says, but her voice is filled with shame. She had been the first one to apologize once they had returned to the castle after that incident. She apologized on behalf of the entire squad even though the rest of the members would approach Eren individually and ask for his forgiveness later. She had hung her head, apologies spilling from her lips, and Eren had forgiven her without a second thought. It seems she’s still ashamed of the incident even though Eren has pushed it into the back of his mind. “We know better now, and he can control his powers better than he used to. Beneath it all, he’s still a child. Shouldn’t we be more gentle with him?”

“He was the one who joined the Scouting Legion. He went through the training. He knows what he signed up for.” There is no sympathy in the Captain’s words, and Eren can only wince because he knows everything the Captain is saying is right. “All the other soldiers started out the same age as him, and nobody is holding their hands. Why should Eren be the exception?”

“He’s dealing with more than any one person should, and he’s still so young. We should be easier on him,” Petra continues to protest. Her voice grows more and more frustrated. It makes Eren’s chest ache. He doesn’t deserve to be defended.

“That’s precisely why we can’t afford to be lenient with him,” the Captain replies. “He’s not just a soldier. He’s not just a child. He’s dangerous.”

“Levi -”

“Petra,” the Captain says sharply without letting Petra finish.

The soldier doesn’t respond for a moment. Silence fills the cold air of the basement. When Petra speaks again, her voice lacks the fire it had before. All that remains are the subdued embers of her cooling temper. “I apologize, Captain.”

Eren feels his own cheeks flushing, although he doesn’t know why. He had been eavesdropping the entire time, but it’s only now that he feels that overheard something he shouldn’t have. He presses himself against the frozen wall of his cell, willing himself to disappear even though nobody is looking at him. He covers his burning his ears with his hands, the shells of his ears burning against his palms. He closes his eyes and mouths a silent apology to Petra — to everyone — for provoking the Captain’s ire when all they had wanted to do was help him.

“Go to sleep, Ral. We have a long day tomorrow,” the Captain says. There’s no anger in his voice, but Eren still wouldn’t want to look the Captain in the face.

“Yes, Captain,” Petra says. Eren can imagine the salute and the small bow of the head she gives the Captain before she turns to leave.

Eren breathes a sigh of relief, his breath escaping his lips like a puff of smoke in the chilly basement air. He believes that everything is over until a sudden thud of the door makes him jump. Clumsy footsteps stumble down the stairs and Eren holds his breath. He recognizes the footsteps because they had visited earlier this evening. They are unmistakably Auruo’s, and Eren can hear Auruo loudly whisper, “Eren, I brought you some water!”

Auruo must have hit the bottom of the stairs and bumped into the Captain and Petra because he lets out an unexpected yelp followed by glass hitting the stone floor, shattering into pieces.

“C-captain! What are you doing here?” Auruo stammers.

“Don’t pick that up with your hands. Sweep it up,” the Captain snaps.

Eren doesn’t have to crane his head to see what’s happening outside. He can imagine it now: Petra, Auruo, and the Captain dimly lit by the lanterns that light up the castle basement. The Captain is standing with his ever perpetual frown on his lips and his arms crossed against his chest. Auruo is stooped over, frozen as he reaches for a shard of glass before being reprimanded by the Captain. Petra is probably watching with an exasperated expression on her face, torn between waiting for Auruo to clean up the mess himself or grabbing a broom and doing it herself.

“I was just taking a glass of water to Eren. He’s always whining about how thirsty it is because of the dry air down here,” Auruo begins, but the Captain isn’t interested.

“Clean up the mess,” the Captain repeats, “and no more sleepovers with Jaeger. He doesn’t need any of you babysitting him. He’s old enough to take care of himself.”

“Yes, Captain,” Petra and Auruo say.

Eren listens to the Captain’s retreating steps. As soon as he leaves, Petra and Auruo bicker quietly. Hearing them argue would normally comfort Eren, but he feels oddly unsettled now. He wonders just how long he’ll be able to hear them argue, these soldiers who had promised to protect him, or if he’ll only drag them down.

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Eren can feel his heart pounding against his chest as he and the rest of the Special Operations Squad ride deeper into the forest. He could only marvel at the forest and its trees that stretch endlessly towards the sky before remembering the Titans that his comrades were currently fighting. Already, squads had been completely decimated as they were making their way towards the forest. The Female Titan, they called her, and Eren hadn’t even had a chance to fight her. He could only watch helplessly as others sacrificed their lives for him. Was it even worth it?

He doesn’t know how long he can wait. Everyone keeps telling him to wait — Commander Erwin, Captain Levi, the Special Ops Squad — but he doesn’t want to wait anymore. How many people will die for him when he has done nothing for them? He wasn’t the one to kill them, but he can still feel their blood staining his hands. He can’t help but look back every once and a while, gripping the reins so tightly that his knuckles turn white. How many have died already? How many more will have to die before they decide that he’s not worth it? He should at least prove that he’s worth it.

He looks anxiously at the members of the Special Operations Squad, but they keep facing forward. They seem determined to ride until they’re completely out of the forest, but Eren isn’t sure he can wait that long. He can’t leave everyone behind. He wants to trust them, but he doesn’t understand why he should wait when he could help everyone now. Is he supposed to wait before everyone he loves dies before he makes the first move?

The Captain has already fallen back to assist the other Scouts, but Eren wonders just how much one man can help. Captain Levi is Humanity’s Greatest Soldier, but he’s still just a man. He can’t save everyone. Even with the Captain’s skill and the Commander’s plan to remain just out of reach of the Titans by perching on the branches overhead, there are still Scouts that are dying by the minute. Eren can hear their anguished cries as they fall into the jaws of a Titan, their screams even louder than the guttural groans of the Titans. How can Eren turn a deaf ear to his dying comrades when he has the power to end this?

“Eren, don’t look back!” Petra calls when she sees Eren’s backward gaze. He can see the fear in her eyes when she looks at him despite the comforting smile she wears in a futile attempt to fool him. He knows that she, too, is not sure that this plan will work. Still, her lips tremble as she says, “Trust us!”

Eren wants to trust them blindly and believe that everything will be okay in the end. He wants to cling onto the hope that they will all be able to return to the castle tonight. He wants to believe that nothing will go wrong, but he’s not a child like they keep insisting. He’s seen his entire town demolished and his loved ones eaten before his very eyes. He knows the reality of the world, and he can’t continue to live naively. They’re trying to protect him, but he doesn’t need protection. He needs to use his powers even if he hasn’t completely mastered them. Even if he only prevents one death, it will have been worth it.

When they see Eren turn back in the corner of their eyes, it’s already too late. He yanks the reins sharply, guiding his horse back to where the other Scouting Legion members are fighting for their lives. He can hear the Special Ops Squad calling his name, but he ignores their cries and charges forth. He readies his 3DMG and shoots up towards the trees, abandoning his horse below. He’s sure that the Special Ops Squad is chasing after him, hurriedly turning their horses around and readying their own 3DMG, but it’s already too late. He flings himself towards the top of the trees and bites into the flesh of his hand until the taste of metal fills his tongue.

The sky turns dark and a bolt of lightning shoots down from the sky, striking him. He feels electricity course through his entire body, the pain so intense that he wants to scream but he can’t. His skin burns as flesh and bone take shape around him, forming his Titan. He can feel himself slipping out of consciousness, but he fights to stay awake. He needs to be in control of his Titan.

His Titan throws its head up and lets out a shriek, a warning cry to the other Titans out there that he is coming. If the squad members are still calling to Eren, he can no longer hear them. His ears are drawn to the sounds of the other Titans, screeching mindlessly as they try to eat as many soldiers as they can. They don’t even seem to notice him as he stalks down the forest towards them. They only notice him once he takes one Titan in his hands — a small Titan, hardly 10 meters tall — and snaps its neck in two. He discards the Titan’s evaporating corpse and turns to face the other Titans that have only just noticed him.

It’s familiar scene: Titans all running towards him, ready to pounce on him and devour him. Their previous interest in the Scouting Legion members has been lost. Eren’s Titan has completely consumed their attention. They clamber towards him clumsily, uncoordinated, tripping over each other or their own feet as they try to reach them. There are more than Eren had anticipated, an endless wave of them, but Eren is sure he can take down a good number of them. At the very least, he can distract enough of them to buy enough time for the Scouting Legion to escape safely.

He readies himself in a fighting stance and waits for the first Titan to charge towards him. It’s another small Titan, 7 meters, and it goes down easily with one punch. He utilizes whatever skills he can remember from his hand-to-hand combat training, but his mind is moving a mile a minute and all he can really remember is how to stay alive. He throws a punch whenever he sees a Titan hurtling towards him. His legs move out reflexively to kick at whatever Titan comes crawling his way, but his training had only prepared him for combat against a single opponent. Soon, he becomes overwhelmed as more and more Titans come his way. They don’t attack to subdue him. They’re not looking to win a fight. Their sole desire is to consume him, and Eren finds himself panicking, backing against a tree to help better protect his nape. He’s in over his head, he realizes that now, but he wonders if it really would have just been better to sit and wait as Petra and the others had instructed.

His stamina is dropping, but he can’t stop fighting. He must continue until every one of these Titans is defeated. If he wants to survive — if he wants everyone else to live — he must keep fighting even though he can feel himself growing tired with each punch he throws. He looks desperately out at the forest but he only sees more and more Titans coming towards him. He wonders if the Scouts are still hanging overhead, watching him die slowly as he becomes overwhelmed with Titans. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

He wants to fight, he needs to fight, but he’s tired. He’s not sure if he’s the right person for this. He doesn’t know who had bestowed him the power to wield this Titan or why. He’s not a child anymore, but he feels like a child now as he’s surrounded by Titans whose only desire is to eat away at him until there’s nothing left. How had this happened?

Stop. Stop, Eren finds himself thinking as he throws punch at pathetic punch. His punches are less calculated now. His first few punches would land solidly against the jaw of a Titan and send them flying. Now that he’s running out of steam, he’s punching air half of the time. He throws his head up and howls desperately, but no help is coming. He’s drawn too many Titans in one place. If someone were to help him, they would be caught too easily between a Titan’s jaws, eaten before they could even draw their blades.

Stop. Please stop. Eren still finds himself praying, becoming more desperate by the second. How had he allowed this to happen? He had been too reckless. Perhaps he had been too much of a child after all, thoughtless and impulsive and never thinking things through. He should be comforted by the fact that his downfall only comes at the cost of his life rather than everyone else’s, but he can’t help but feel himself fill with despair. This isn’t what he wanted.

Stop! The word rings out in his mind like a bell as Eren feels himself throw what he believes is his last punch, but then he feels the Titans falling away from him. Through his Titans eyes, he sees the Titans taking a step back from him one by one. The smaller ones have become completely incapacitated, collapsing onto the ground as if a switch had turned them off. Only one Titan stands before him, its hand closed against Eren’s fist. Eren’s eyes travel upwards towards its face and he takes it in — its too wide, stretched out smile, its blond hair, its glassy blue eyes staring back at him — before he realizes that he’s seen this Titan before. It’s the very same Titan that he had seen in Shiganshina. He remembers watching helplessly as Hannes carried him away, and he could only watch as the Titan opened its wide mouth and plucked his mother from the rubble of his childhood house. His mother was crying as the Titan lifted her up towards its mouth. All that was left of her was the blood that stained the Titan’s mouth as the Titan stretched its lips into a ghoulish smile.

The Titan has the same stretched out smile as it did all those years ago. All the other Titans are walking away or lying lifeless on the ground, but only that Titan remains before him.

“... Why?” Eren asks himself, but the Titan doesn’t answer. It just smiles back at him.

Eren stares back at the Titan, frozen as the other Titans retreat around them. Where they go, he doesn’t know, but the Smiling Titan remains, its expression unwavering. It’s only when the other Titans have all left that the Smiling Titan finally removes its hand from Eren’s fist. It turns around slowly and walks off, leaving Eren as bewildered as the Scouting Legion members that are watching overhead.

“What the fuck just happened?” Eren hears a familiar voice ask, and he looks up to see Auruo and the rest of the Special Ops Squad above him. They all wear matching perplexed expressions.

Eren wishes he had an answer.

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Eren finds himself once again in the cell, but he shivers underneath the blankets. Petra had brought him extra ones just like she does every night, but he just can’t seem to get warm. He wraps the blankets tightly around him, but the cold basement air stings his cheeks and buries his face against his pillow to keep himself warm. It does little to help.

He still doesn’t know what happened during the expedition. After the Titans had left, Captain Levi had quickly cut him out of his Titan and he had been reprimanded by the Captain and the Commander for defying the orders of his superiors. He had hung his head in shame, cheeks burning as the Captain berated him in front of the entire Scouting Legion, but he only heard half of the reprimands. All he could think about was the strange way the Titans had all fallen away once he had made contact with the Smiling Titan.

He had heard the whispers between the squad leaders, about how he possessed more powers than they initially thought. He had seen the way the Scouting Legion members looked at him, glancing at him and then quickly looking away when they made eye contact with him. Even the way the Special Ops Squad treated him is different now. They are still kind to him, but they’re cautious now. They speak carefully around him, their eyes wide when they speak to him as if they’re afraid he’ll do something unexpected. He wants to assure them that they don’t have to tiptoe around him. He’s still the same person they knew before, but he knows that that’s not true.

Eren has never really wanted to be a kid. He wanted to grow up as fast as possible and travel past the Walls. He wanted to explore the vast world that was described in the book that Armin had shown him when they were little kids. He thought he was mature, signing up for the military and forcing himself to go through drill after drill to prove that he was worthy enough to join the Scouting Legion. He believed that he could prove himself to be a soldier if he just did as he was told and felled as many Titans as he could, but he knows that’s not true. He feels more like a child than ever, but the Captain was right. If he were simply just a child, this would all be a lot less complicated.

Eren shivers and draws the blankets up over his head like he used to when he was a little kid. He used to shield himself from nightmares and monsters, the blankets serving as a protective cocoon from anything that hurt him. He’s old enough now to know that cotton sheets won’t protect him from anything.

Tonight, the cell feels bigger and emptier than ever. The squad members had visited like they always had to pass him supplies, but it was different this time. They kept their distance from him, and Eren couldn’t blame them. He would do the same if he were them. They should have never shown him kindness at all, and yet he’s grateful that they did even though his heart yearns for the warmth they had once shown him. Now, he can only curl up in a ball, alone in his cell with only his growing pains to keep him company.

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