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toasty-melons · 1 year

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I’m SORRY? But if Mommy Dina says “come back to bed” YOU GO BACK TO MOTHERFUCKING BED BITCH

i’m talking to you, Ellie Williams #justiceformommydina

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olliesasimplething · 8 months

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I've been thinking about this possible parallel and I COULD NOT get it out of my head. So here, have it.

#i made myself sad #tlou2 #the last of us #ellie williams #fanart #tlou fanart #ellie x dina #ellie the last of us #elliedina #dellie #dina tlou #tlou2 dina #dina nolastname

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beforeimdeceased · 3 months

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A GIRL IS MISSING: SMALL TOWN, BIG PROBLEMS 🪰🔎🚬

synopsis: what happens when a young girl goes missing and you volunteer yourself to help find her?

a/n: this is like…i’m trying something new okay! let me know if you want a part 2 i hope you like my experimental mystery/thriller. please give feedback it’s highly appreciated! 🙏🏽

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everyone had gathered at the church on joneston, down the road from the chicken shack. you can’t miss it. everyone had been gathering there for days in the sharp cold of the winter. runny noses and swollen eyes. some crying, some from lack of sleep.

a young girl was missing. that was the headline of the town newspaper for the past 48 hours. missing poster plastered on the front. sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

dina woodward was witty, quick on her feet and excelled in all her classes. graduated from high school and went on to work at the local bakery for her gap year. just saving up for a car. she was in plays, never missed a festival, and lit up every room she walked into. that’s what everybody said. that’s what you wished you could say.

the truth is, you didn’t know her very well. you’d gone to elementary school together but she was bit off and hung out with a different crowd. all the way up till senior year. her friends were the ones with the tear swollen eyes.

ellie williams, her neighbor and girlfriend, had chosen the picture for the missing poster. you talked to her once and the conversation went like, “hey, do you know what time it is?” “2:30.” “thanks.” lined lips, freckled face, smelled like car oil and the cigarettes she pretended not to smoke in the stairwell.

abby anderson, her enemy turned friend, couldn’t even look up. her face was in her hands as she hid her wails. they had gotten into a fight about some miscommunication during lunch one day. threw the whole middle school into a ruckus. team dina and team abby. the brunch moms talked about it on weekends, you’d heard them while you sat off to the side as your mom waited tables. drunk ladies blabbering on about who should apologize first. they ended up settling it after a game of volleyball. real dramatic handshake. some people clapped.

jesse, last name unknown due to you never being awarded the chance of knowing it, was her ex boyfriend and right hand. as an outsider you predicted that it would’ve been messy. the way they’d broken up and she was seen slipping off into dark corners with ellie a few weeks after, but there was no war. no bloodshed. only whispers of drama from bored admirers and jealous bitches.

your eyes were sunken on account of your lack of sleep. days at the post office, mixed with nights at the police station, molded with mornings in the church for the search party meeting was a recipe for disaster on your sleep schedule. not that you could sleep anyway, too busy dreaming about finding her dead in a ditch somewhere. waking up sweating like a whore in church-

“alrighty! thank you all for coming again today. looks like the crowd is a bit smaller than it was yesterday, but let’s not fret. we’re all going to work together to find her.” maria, leader of the search party, wavers her gaze to the three close friends of dina. face falling into a sympathetic gaze. “we’re going to find her.”

that second sentence sounded far less convincing than the first one. you knew, and they knew, that with this shit weather there was no way she could have disappeared for a week and survived out there on her own. she could’ve been kidnapped, oh god that’s worse. let’s stop thinking.

since the crowd had gotten smaller, the groups maria had configured were forced to shrink. too many lone soldiers and people without partners. she had to start being strategic. playing on the strengths of each individual, hoping they’d all make well rounded teams. then she pointed her finger at you, then at the blonde, then at lips in a line, then at sweet jesse and she smiled in your face.

“and you guys will be team 4.”

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aouiaa · 22 days

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Who are you, really?

Outline: Love is many things; beautiful, transformative, but isn’t always like that. It can also be dangerous, deceiving, and in this case, it’s all the above for you. Can you break your morals for love?

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Modern au + Reader’s pov + No baby JJ + D and R are in their mid 30s + Established relationship + Description of violence + Mentions of death + Multiple mentions of sexual depictions + Flashback + Angst + Mentions of R being a workaholic + Fluff + Raunchy humor + Italics are R’s thoughts + The bold italics are just for narration!

Chapter one -> Next Chapter

The loud sound of something being slammed on your desk disrupted your “eye rest” break. Startled, your eyes subconsciously snap open to see another pile of files on your desk. Fuck, more?! And standing behind them is your boss.

Shit..

“Sleeping on the job again, I assume?” the feminine voice penetrates your eardrums.

You groan, rubbing your eye, “No, no—“ you sigh, “just resting my eyes, sorry ma’am.”

“Well resting your eyes—“ she emphasized, “—ain’t gonna solve the cases that are piling on your desk, Y/n.”

You sighed, “I know, I know, you know I wouldn’t slack off on these cases—just…need some coffee.” you responded. You need more than just coffee, you needed some fucking clarity. An explanation to tell everyone around you, but mostly for yourself. Having multiple endless sleepless nights trying to conjure up an explanation. With all these unsolved cases—or should I say horrific cases piling your desk like damn skyscrapers. How could you sleep?

From the last viewing of past crimes, you’ve seen the gruesome length, this killer isn’t afraid to tread. But this wasn't unusual for you, you’re a crime scene investigator—lead crime scene Investigator on this ongoing case—sorry. So this became the norm for you. But with the norm came responsibilities, and with responsibility came stress. This maniac has been roaming around for years now, murdering innocent victims.

Only now, their murders have been getting more brutal. Old reports stated, “victim found with multiple stab wounds to the chest area” to now reporting, finding them with stab wounds and or either their “abdomens gutted” or “limbs missing” that would be later found spread out in public spaces.

What a sick fuck.

But the one thing they were notorious for was leaving evidence. It wasn’t actually evidence to get them caught. No, They were fucking smart, you’d give them that. It was just evidence to get you and your team excited to only realize it leads to a dead end, leaving everyone frustrated. This fucker was toying with you. You were gonna make sure this asshole pays for what he did. Even if it kills you.

Because having the victims’ family belittle you and your team infuriated you. Because who were they to call you and your team quote on quote, ‘just a bunch of useless idiots sitting on their asses eating donuts?!’ My god, that’s just a fucking stereotype!—actually a glazed donut sounds good right now—

“Hey, Y/n?—Y/n!” a voice ripples through your ongoing thoughts.

“Huh?—Ahh shit!” You hiss as the scolding hot coffee lands and burns your skin. Pulling your hand to your chest and holding the irritated skin, you look behind to see your colleague, Sam.

“Shit—you okay?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, yeah—I’m fine.” Fucking coffee, “You staying late tonight?” you ask.

“No, no, gotta get home to the missus tonight and you?” he says with a gruffy chuckle.

You chuckle as well and respond, “Uhh—no, I’m staying late tonight, gotta finish up a few things…” you say while grabbing your steaming coffee carefully and walking over to the coffee counter display. He follows slowly behind and leans against the counter beside you and replies, “Oh…alright—just be careful. These recent killings, man, they have everyone on edge.” he warns.

That warning makes you chuckle, “Trust me, I can deal with some asshole.” you reply while pouring some of the coffee out and ripping open a sugar packet, pouring the contents inside your cup. But you didnt hear him laugh along, instead a unamused sigh leaving his mouth, “Y/n—” Fuck, here we go again, “—Alright, alright, I’ll be safe, god.” you interrupt with a little chuckle to avoid an awkward moment.

He sighs, “You can’t joke around like that—“ This fucking guy “—I said I’ll be safe.” interrupting once more with a serious tone. The immediate seriousness in your voice catches him off guard, making him back off. “Alright, sorry…I’ll…see you tomorrow.” he responds sheepishly and begins to walk away as you finish making your coffee.

You turn your head to see your colleague walking away, feeling the guilt settling in your stomach—Fuck..

You didn’t mean to blow off on him like that. You’ve just been restless and so tense lately and no one can take a fucking joke. Granted, it was a shitty one, but still! Pull the sticks out your asses, guys and laugh! With a sigh, you sip your still bitter coffee—after putting in a bunch of creamers—and enter your office to resume on an unfinished report.

You were on a roll! Finishing report after report, you loved the adrenaline you got from this. You could run two fucking marathons this rush coursing through your veins. Until the sound of your alarm disturbs the high. That stupid ass Justin Bieber song starts to play; “Baby, baby, baby oh!” With a groan, you grab the noisy phone from your pocket, holding it in your hand causes the phone to light up. It gives you a better look at the alarm’s display and with the name for it above, “Time to cum home!” Upon reading the name, it causes you to laugh while turning off the alarm.

God, I love her..

Standing up from your comfortable office chair, you begin packing your belongings up and pushing aside the empty coffee cups that desperately need to be thrown out. Eh..I’ll do it later. you won’t be doing it “later”. Nonetheless, you shut off the lights and begin trudging to the main office’s elevator, pressing the call button.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket once again, you go to the message app, and texting your girlfriend, Dina. You smile at the past conversation with your lover and text her.

You wait a couple seconds for the “Delivered” receipt to turn to, “Read”, but it was a possible chance it wouldn’t since you knew tonight she was gonna stay up late working on designs for one of her clients. But the dinging sound of the elevator doors causes you to look up from your phone and walk inside. Turning off your phone and putting it back in your pocket, you press the button for the ground floor and begin your descent when that stupid ass alarm blares off again; “Baby, baby, baby oh!” You groan, immediately take out your phone to turn it off.

“Stupid ass fucking song.” you mumbled annoyedly.

Few months prior…

You walk into your shared bedroom to find your girlfriend fiddling with your phone. At first, you didn’t mind until you started hearing multiple alarm sounds coming from Dina’s direction causing you to turn around.

“Bae, what are you doing?” you ask while settling yourself down behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, and placing your chin on her shoulder gently to look down at what she’s doing.

“Setting an alarm for you.” she replies.

Her answer elicits a chuckle and you begin to try taking your phone away from her playfully. “Dina, bae, you know I don’t need my phone to wake me up in the morning. I have the alarm clock for that.”

With every attempt to grabbing your phone results in being unsuccessful as she moves it out of your reach. “It's not for that.” she states, causing you to become even more confused.

“Oh?—what’s it for then?” you say with a cheeky smile and start to hum dramatically as if you’re thinking what it could be used for as you inquire again, “is it a reminder to eat you out—“

“Y/n!” she interrupts you, causing you to burst out laughing while she elbows your arm.

“No, you perv!” she quips with a smile, “it’s so you know when to come back from work.”

Your laughter slowly dies out and immediately giveher a look, “to stop working? babe—“

“—Ah, ah, ah, no, before you start, this is set because I know how you are.”

“anndd” you drag out, “how am I?” you ask playfully with a smirk.

She huffs, “You’re a workaholic” she bluntly says, “and tend to stay in your office for a long period of time even after your shift has ended!” she argues.

Her statement causes your playful demeanor to drop instantly and rest your head on her shoulder again, “Baby, you know I’m trying not to do that anymore.” you say softly.

“I know you are, but this is just to ensure that.” she softens her voice and looks back at you. There’s awkward silence between the two of you. Before a sigh from your girlfriend breaks that silence, “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.” You knew that she meant well and just acted this way out of fear. Terrified, She’d get the heart dropping call that you “collapsed at work and now in the hospital” again. No, she couldn't relive that moment again. No, you wouldn’t let that happen. Not again.

So you didn’t protest any further, just giving a nod and watching your girlfriend set the alarm. And even trying to lighten up the mood by helping her pick the most goofiest alarm sound that you knew you’d come to hate. But you didn’t care since you knew it’d bring the one girl you entrusted with your heart, comfort.

Present…

The pattering of rain hitting your windshield as you drive down the familiar neighborhood feels so relaxing. Soothing even, it’s one of those rare comforts you get from your chaotic life and each time the feeling eventuates, you embrace it. But even though you try desperately to cling onto this feeling tightly, it always leaves. Always leaving a bitter feeling behind. With this same feeling coursing through your body, you pull into the driveway of your one story house. Turning off the engine, you don’t move instead resting your head on the steering wheel, listening and counting carefully to all the soft thumps that cast down on your car.

Pull yourself together..

Reluctantly, you get out of your car and walk to the entrance of your house while stuffing your hand in your pocket, searching for your keys. Fucking keys, where are you? Until the sharp edge of the key prickles your finger as you mouth the word “ow” before grabbing the key and sticking it in the keyhole. Twisting the key, unlocking the door to your cozy house.

Ahh, home at last.

Walking inside, you throw your keys into the bowl with Dina’s. “Dina?” you call out as you shut the door behind you and begin kicking your shoes off. No response. “Dina?” you call out again while losing your tie. No response once again—wait is that the water running? You hum in confusion and walk down the hallway, looking to the right, you see Dina’s ipad on the dining table with papers scattered around it.

Tattoo sketches..but where is the artist?

You avert your gaze ahead and continue walking down the winding hallway. The running water can be heard more prominent now, She must be in the bathroom. Now in front of the bathroom door, you can confirm that the water is running from the other end—but there’s also rustling. “Dina?” you knock on the door, “Baby, I’m home.” you say, waiting for a response.

“Yeah, yeah—I’ll be out in a bit…just using the bathroom!” The familiar voice says, causing you to smile.

“Alright—I’ll be in the kitchen.” you say and begin your way to said location.

“Okay!” you hear faintly as you walk away.

In the kitchen, you pour yourself some water, leaning against the counter, and closing your eyes. Trying not to think of the stresses of work, even though that’s all what’s been clouding your mind for months. Dismembered corpse—public space—some gutted—missing limbs—some having the same fate—oh god…

The sound of a door opening and soft footsteps approaching cause you to open your eyes and clear all those thoughts. You exhale, preparing yourself—For what? Upon seeing the raven haired girl, you set your glass down on the counter and walk over to you. Wrapping your arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her.

“Hey baby.”

“Hey, you okay?” she says with a hint of worry in her tone.

The feeling of Dina caressing your cheek elicits a sigh, “Y-yeah—no, I'm okay. You took a shower?” you ask, noticing her damp hair.

A frown adorns on her face, but she answers your question. “Yeah, couldn’t really think so i took a shower.”

You nod, “Alright—well I should probably take one.”

She just hums in acknowledgment, seeming to be lost in thought. You knew when she was quiet like this—something was up.

“What’s wrong?”

There’s a pause, before uttering out, “Are you sure, you’re okay?”

You stare at your girlfriend, hesitant to worry or even plagued with her thoughts with those gruesome scenes that certainly keep you up at night. But you know, that it’ll only worry her more if you don’t say anything so—“Just work…I don’t know—“

“You do know, Y/n” She interrupts, not impressed by your response.

That intrusion leaves you speechless, pulling away from her embrace, you lean against the counter, “I know…just need—little rest that’s all.”

She crosses her arms once you pull away and just watches you. Eventually she walks past you, muttering something under her breath.

You feel your heart drop to watch your girlfriend act this way. Can I blame her? You sigh and walk towards her while she looks inside the fridge, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I don’t mean to worry you, Dina—“

“—Well you are.” she sighs, shutting the fridge door. Her focus turns to you, “I just want you to talk to me. To tell me your worries—to just communicate with me.” she says, almost pleading.

You nod, “I know—I just..” you sigh, “I just don’t want to…paint out these gruesome images in your head.” You try to hug her, but with caution—scared she’d pull away.

She doesn't though, immediately embracing you, “Don’t worry about me, Y/n” she sighs, “I just don’t want you to hold it all in, It’s not good.”

“It’s not exactly good for you either.” you say with a slight chuckle. You feel her smile against your skin eliciting a little laugh from her, “Like i said, don’t worry about me.” she repeats, pulling away to look at you with a smile painted on her face.

There it is again, that comfort you seem to look for subconsciously. It’s in front of you right now with the beautifulest smile in the world. Until she pats the side of your shoulder, “Now, we should cook something before heading to bed. ‘Cause I’m fucking starving.”

You groan, “Do we have to?” you emphasize on “have” in a whiny tone as you begin kissing her neck—hoping to distract her, “Can’t I just have you for dinner and call it a day?” you quip—but not really.

Dina chuckles, “That would be no fair, what would I eat?” She plays along.

“Oh? you can have this pus—“ you’re stopped midword when Dina puts her hand over your mouth, gasping, “No, you dirty dog. We're eating actual food and getting rest.” You smile and lick her hand causing her to snatch it away and yelling which makes you burst out laughing.

Dina wipes the palm of her hand on her jeans, “You’re such a freak…” she huffs while opening the fridge to get ingredients for this mini past midnight snack. You cross your arms, watching her with a smile adorning your face. It’s only when she has a handful of things in her arms when you lean off and take some weight off her hands, “woah—babe.” you chuckle, “what’s all this?”

Your question elicits a smile, “Dinner.” she states, settling the ingredients down. You follow her actions and look at her, “Dinner?—what are you exactly making?” you inquire with a nervous laugh. “Stop questioning the chef and help.” She demands playfully. Her demeanor makes you laugh,“Shit, yes ma’am” you say dramatically.

“Chef.” she corrects with a smile.

“Right.” You say as you begin washing the vegetables.

Although you were always exhausted from your average eighteen hour shifts, you weren’t gonna let that stop you from having these types of moments with your girlfriend. Even if they were small as carpooling with one another to work or sitting down and just talking to each other. You didn’t care, it was small and vulnerable things that mattered the most to you. The ones you cherished. You have always been an observer since a child. That’s how you landed in the work you do now.

Taking the smallest moments and finding tranquility in every single one of them. Because without them, Who are you? Without these memories to keep you afloat, you’d be nothing. You wanted to be wherever Dina went because without her, you’d probably be in some dingy apartment eating pizza with static playing on your tv, losing your mind or worse.

God..don't even wanna think about that right now.

So you don’t, instead you watch your girlfriend ramble on about work, finding yourself entranced by her beauty. The way she stops and drops the spoon to occasionally move her hands around while talking, the way the strands of hair that come loose from her bun cast perfectly down her nape. God you loved her, you’d do anything for her. Anything.

“—I swear if I get one more client asking for fucking roses or skulls, Ima lose it!” she exclaims.

You snap out of your thoughts, “Yeah.” you say with a chuckle.

She stops and looks at you, “Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

You smile, “I've been listening.” you respond, crossing your arms.

She rolls her eyes and resumes cooking while you walk behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I have, please continue.” you assure her, placing light kisses on her shoulder.

She hums, “Well, I’ve been working on this piece for a friend of mine.” she continues.

You lay your head on her shoulder, “Really?”

“Yeah, I’m really excited!”

“Who’s the friend?”

“Ellie, you remember her, right? From college.”

You nod and hum, “Oh yeah, I remember her.”

“Yup, I’m gonna be doing her left arm.”

“Ooo, sounds like that’s gonna hurt, especially in the armpit area.” you scrunch your face in displeasure.

“Well, she asked me to recommend an area where it’d look good and I suggested there.”

“Ahh—mm…well what’s the design she has in mind?”

“I don’t know, We haven’t gone in much depth into specifics, but definitely space related?”

You hum, “I’m excited for you, seems fun!” you say to her while watching her hand move the wooden spoon rhythmically around the pot until her voice snaps you out of your trance, “Set the table for me, yeah?”

With a quick nod and “Okay.”, you walk down the hall to the dining area. Upon arriving, you see the true mindset of an artist. Like seen when you arrived home, papers scattered midway of the dining table, some blank and some scribbled over unfinished designs that seem not to meet the artist’s high standards. You carefully grab all the papers and pile them into one neat pile.

Placing them aside, you grab Dina’s ipad that lights up immediately upon grabbing and showcases the unfinished sketch on the screen. Ellie’s tattoo, it’s a rough sketch of the design but some prominent details are visible. Upon closer inspection, you can see what looks to be a lightly sketched astronaut with wings attached behind it.

Scrutinizing the image comes to a short end when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning off the ipad and placing it on the stack of papers, you grab the bunch and turn around to see Dina with two bowls in hand, “Hey, sorry for the mess on the table” she says, placing the two bowls down and grabbing the stack from your hands.

“It’s no problem, seen your work. Fucking sick, babe.” You remark.

Your compliment elicits a smile from Dina, “Thank you, It’s not the final cut, but it’s something.”

You hum in response, “Well I like it already, finale or not.” you say with a smile.

The corner of the raven haired girl’s lips curve upward, “Heh, thanks babe.”

You shoot a wink at her and sit down while she sets the supplies aside and sits with you. Looking down at the contents in the bowl, it looks fucking amazing and you tell your girlfriend that. Finally, a real fucking meal. Not some fast food place down the street from your job.

A real meal.

“4:26” is what is displayed on the clock sitting on your nightstand. How stupid of you to think, this’ll be the night you would actually get some sleep. Fuuuchhhkk.. Lying flat on the bed once more, you stared up at the ceiling. The soft breathing of your girlfriend fans lightly on your cheek, only annoys you more. Fuck it, I’ll just take one of Dina’s sleeping pills. Sitting up, you look beside you to see your girlfriend’s figure and looking over her form. You don’t see the pills that usually sit on her nightstand.

Fuck, Where the fuck did she put them?!

Throwing the sheet off your body, you slowly get out of bed and walk over to the other side of the bed. Carefully opening the drawer, you don’t find what you’re looking for. Fuck, she must’ve left them on the counter. Shutting the drawer lightly, you sneak away to the entrance of your bedroom, twisting the knob to exit.

Upon opening the door, you peek your head out to the abyss clouding your vision. You begin your descent into the dark hallway like a bat, gliding your arm along the wall for a light switch. When you’re almost down at the end of the hall, you kick something that goes flying down the end of the hallway.

Fuck..

You quickly find the switch and look down to see what you kicked, Dina’s backpack—Shit—You walk towards it and bend down to pick it up, but stop when something catches your eye. On the backpack can be found a dried substance.

is that blood?—

“Babe, what are you doing with my bag?”

The sound you come to love is now sending a chill down your back; Your girlfriend's voice,

Dina.

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a/n; I know you’re sitting at the edge of your seat (hopefullly) to know what happens next 😭. And trust me I will be posting chapter two soon…maybe? I don’t wanna make promises because a lot of shit has happened in tumblr and my personal life which will hinder my progress of writing. But i honestly love fucking writing, it’s one of the few things that bring joy to my heart. I and I absolutely found joy in writing this chapter and I can’t fucking wait to start writing on chapter two!!! AHHHHH there’s so many fears and discomfort that do come to mind when i think of this fic and i’ll discuss one of them; the little recognition that Dina fic get :(((( i won’t go into detail but i do have to remind myself that this is for my pure enjoyment. GIVE DINA SO JUSTICE WTFFF?!!! And i truly can’t wait to write chapter two!!! Just the anticipation I’m having for it AHHHH okay okay ima stop yapping 😭😭 But i just before i fully stop yapping in my papping, I’d like to thank my two favs, @dyk3ang3l and @elliesprettygirl for listening to my thoughts on this! Especially syd, because whole fuck you really encouraged to me to write this and i love you so much 🤍😭😭. But with that, thank you for reading this, you seriously don’t know how happy I get seeing people enjoy what I enjoy making so Just thank you. And with all that cheesy shit out the way, MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE TO NEVER MISS A BANGER LIKE THIS!!! 💯💯🔥🔥🔥

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feelingdozy · 11 months

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A Tinge of Jealousy

Dina x Fem!Reader

Request: "hey can I please request Dina x fem! reader? Like where Ellie mistakes that reader is single and flirts with her and dina gets jealous and it might end up in smut? If not smut than just fluff I love Dina 🫶" | by @nickeverdeen

Note: thank you for the request! I also love Dina so this was super fun to write. | Dina Masterlist

Summary: Maria decides to host a party for a big clearing of infected, and you decide to be Dina's date. Unknown to Ellie, she decides to flirt with you. After that, Dina wants everyone to know you're hers.

Warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), groping, biting, bite marks/hickeys, swearing, teasing 18+

"I should let everyone in here know you're mine, huh?"

The voices that mixed within the crowd overloaded your ears, creating a pounding inside your head. You sat by the bar, head falling into your hands for the fourth time that night. You rubbed your temples trying to calm it, but of course it hadn't worked.

It had been a fun party of course, Maria always went out of her way with them to congratulate whatever was to be celebrated. But tonight it was just a little too much for your head.

After an annoying day of patrol and fighting off some infected, Dina had convinced you to come with her.

And since you hadn't been out in a while to have actual fun, it affected you quite a bit, more than you thought it would. Probably because of the socializing, which you didn't have to do with infected.

"Please! You haven't been doing anything fun, and I think it'd be good for you to take a break baby!"

She said as you looked down to your feet, knowing it was true. You hardly did anything other than patrol, feeling like that was your only purpose in the town that had kept you safe, the people welcoming you in from first sight.

"maybe- it's just.. you know how it is after patrol-"

"c'mon baby! It'll be fun, I promise." She said, trying to convince you for at least thirty minutes now.

"Okay, okay fine! I'll go. Only because you promised."

She looked at you with a smirk, coming closer to your tired and tense body.

As her hand made contact with your cheek you immediately relaxed into her touch, your muscles leaning toward her, wanting her to hold you in her arms like she always did.

Dina was the only one who you could really relax with, being she was with you from the beginning. Right when you came to Jackson, she'd be by your side everywhere you went and eventually, the feelings that had grown between you two couldn't be avoided.

You went in to kiss her, stopping as her finger reached your mouth, sitting at your lips

"nuh-uh honey. Not until after the party. I know how you get when I kiss you." She laughed as a sad playful smile reached your face

"that's just because you kiss really good- it's not my fault you get me worked up!"

She laughed again, her contagiousness working on you as you laughed with her.

Your mind pounded even more as the song had changed, somehow becoming even louder than it was before. Suddenly, you felt someone's presence beside you on another stool. You looked up as you sensed their heavy stare on you, being faced with Ellie.

"Hey pretty girl, you okay over here?" She said, her tone going low and seductive.

"yeah, my heads' just pounding." you said as you saw her nod, her body turning more towards you.

"so, you here with anyone?" She asked again as she looked you up and down.

"would be a shame if no one could appreciate you in that outfit-"

before Ellie could say anything else, someone else's hands made their way around your shoulders.

They laughed behind you and you recognized the voice, and you could hear the mass amount of jealousy laced with it.

"sorry Ellie, but this pretty girl is already taken, by me." She said almost demandingly, making Ellie get the hint immediately.

Ellie put her hands up playfully, going

"my bad, my bad, guilty as charged." She said as you laughed. She slowly got up from her spot at the bar and walked away, nearing the crowd of people dancing towards the middle of the room.

You felt the pair of hands dip down on from the spot on your shoulders, now turning your torso around, another making its way to your chin and tilting it up. You looked Dina in her eyes, and you could see the desire and jealousy that formed in them with the long contact you had.

"Jesus Dina, you're gonna make me horny with that look." You laughed, noticing how it was a serious look, no longer playful as you once took it.

"I should let everyone in here know you're mine, huh?"

She said as she took your wrist in her hand, making you rise from your seat immediately. Your knees almost buckled as she said that, the tone getting you worked up. She dragged you to the bathroom, locking the door as soon as you entered.

"can I touch you?" She said before moving on. You quickly nodded, agreeing to her words.

Her hands pinned you to the wall, her leg swiftly making its way up to your clothed cunt and rubbing slowly against it, making you whine with need from the sensation. A wet spot had formed on your panties as she continued, your hands locked underneath hers so you couldn't escape the tease.

"fuck Dina, please" you said, almost whispering as you pleaded, trying to keep the noises down.

"hm? What did you say? Couldn't hear you over the music, baby."

Your whines became more high pitched as she finally released your hands, immediately feeling lonely as the warmth disappeared, her rough grip gone.

She kissed you with force and desperation, hands gliding all over your body. You went to touch her, immediately stopped by her hand that was once nearing the fabric of your underwear.

"can't touch, baby. This is a punishment."

You mumbled "fuck" under your breathe as she continued, hands finally now making their way to your jeans, unbuckling them.

As they fell to the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, one of her hands made their way under your shirt. She groped your tits, the coldness of them spreading throughout, immediately making you gasp at the sensation.

"fuck baby, your hands feel so good-"

you said as she interrupted you when one of the hands now dipped into your pants and pushed your panties aside. Her fingers rubbed through your folds, collecting what she had done.

"fuck your wet. All 'cause of me huh? Nobody can make you like this except for me."

She said as one of her fingers made their way inside you, making you moan at the sudden intrusion. She started to curl her finger up as her other hand remained on your tit, continuing the rubbing on it.

She lifted your shirt, moving her hand from the comfortable place it once was on your body, swiftly raising it for you to grab ahold of.

"keep that shirt up for me baby, let me see your pretty body."

You quickly obeyed, bunching your shirt in your mouth to keep too many moans from spilling out. Her lips suddenly came to your tit, licking it slowly.

At the same time she put another finger in, sliding in and out of your wet cunt.

"shit Dina, I'm gonna fucking cum-" you said muffled, hoping she'd understand the message.

"oh? Who said you could cum?" She said as she slipped her fingers out of your cunt, her tongue giving one last suck to your hard tit.

"Dina- why-" you said breathing in deep breaths, as she kissed you again hungrily before moving down to your neck.

"what did I say about this being a punishment, hm? Get dressed. We're gonna go enjoy this party like I promised."

Her mouth bit down on your neck, making you moan as she sucked a dark hickey into your skin for everyone out on the floor to see. So everyone could know you only belonged to Dina. No one else.

As you both exited the bathroom, a wet spot remained growing on your panties as her hand tightly gripped yours. She dragged you to the dance floor, throwing her arms over your shoulders. You felt the stares of all the other people, thinking they spotted the obvious dark and new hickey that had appeared on your neck. At this point you didn't really care who stared or how, focusing on the girl who stood in front of you.

"you're so evil" you said with a laugh as she smirked back.

"what can I say, I'm good at punishments." She said before rocking you both to the slow music that played, the pounding in your head gone as the only thing that filled it now, was Dina.

"let's enjoy this for a bit, hm? And then when we get home, I'll give you a reward? How's that baby."

"dunno if I'll be able to last that long, Dina" you said teasingly, knowing that it'd affect her in some way.

She loved getting you off, or any display of affection in that matter. Kissing you, hugging you, even dancing slowly like you were was able to turn her on if executed right. Only you were able to spark something deep inside her.

"shut up." She said as you laughed, continuing to sway with her to the music.

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sweetyluvs · 9 months

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ellie fumbled dina so hard. like, how do you fumble that ????

(i’m right here dina im right here)

#dina woodward #dina tlou #dina x ellie #dina x fem reader #dina the last of us #tlou2 dina #dina tlou2 #lesbian #dw dina i’m right here bbg #the last of us dina #the last of us p2 #the last of us part 2 #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us pt ii

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olliesasimplething · 7 months

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i neeeed a drawing of dina and ellie dancing in the snow while in their patrol outfits 😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

This one took me too long to get to but look!!!

#tlou2 #the last of us #tlou fanart #ellie williams #fanart #ellie x dina #ellie the last of us #elliedina #dellie #dina tlou #dina woodward #tlou2 dina #ellie and dina #dina nolastname

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beforeimdeceased · 9 months

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⭒ STAY WITH DINA ⭒

“dina’s right.” you say, looking at ellie. “are you sure?” ellie asks with a raised eyebrow. she’s offended by your choice. you nod and she walks off mumbling something nasty under her breath. you ignore it joining dina on the couch.

“that took a lot of will power.” you huff as you lay your head on dina’s shoulder. she just smiles at you. “you’re such a strong girl.”

she places a soft and gentle hand on you cheek, caressing the skin. “i really didn’t wanna come tonight d.” you pout. seeing ellie had left a sour taste in your mouth. she pats your leg. “cmon get up, let’s go talk about this outside.”

she takes your hand and guides you to the back of the house where a rugged bench sat in the grass. save for some guys tripping around the corner, the two of you were alone.

“i just hate her fucking guts.” you cry out. dina can’t wipe your tears fast enough. your mascara starts to run down your cheeks and you feel waves of embarrassment rush over you.

“want me to beat her ass? cause i will.” she takes your hands in hers and squeezes softly. “i hate to see my pretty girl crying. it’s ruining the makeup i did. for you.”

“i’m sorry.” you apologize. she doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looks at your head hanging low, a few tears hitting your lap.

she places her palm under you chin, carefully lifting it up. you look at her, face hot. “god you’re pretty even when you’re crying.” she sighs. you look at each other for a moment, your eyes trailing down to her lips. she notices, and moves her face a bit closer to yours. a smirk finds itself on her lips when you do the same. in your mind, you’re pleading for her to close the distance.

and she does, with a sweet kiss. she pulls away, hand finding it’s way to your cheek. “do you really wanna do this?” she looks at you with soft eyes.

you nod and it’s all she needs to pull you in for another kiss. tangled together, her hands find their way to your hips as she pulls you on top of her thigh. grip tightening when your tongue slips into her mouth.

she breaks the kiss to let it trail down your neck. your tears have dried now, but you feel more starting to come up due to your desperation. she sucks at the skin of your neck and it makes you buck into her thigh. the friction pushing a low moan out of your throat.

“that feel good?” she breaks her mouth from your neck. “yeah.” you say in a broken whisper.

she suddenly pushes her thigh upwards, forcing a rush of friction to pester at your core. your next moan is not low, but damn near a loud growl. eyes going hazy from the feeling being pure ecstasy.

“i’ve always wanted to have you like this.” she smiles. one hand firm on your neck while the other finds itself hiking your dress up and rubbing at the cloth covering your cunt.

“oh, is this all for me?”

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elliesblkgirlfriend · 5 months

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Bestfriend!Dina

(Modern AU)

Dina is definitely the bestfriend who drags you any and everywhere without a care in the world because she know you’ll agree to go with her anyway.

Bestfriend!Dina and you definitely have a tradition where you have a sleepover Friday or Saturday and she’s pissed when you try to cancel on it

“Absolutely not! This has been tradition since we were babies Yn! No! Be at my house 7Pm sharp! And not a minute later”

Bestfriend!Dina is sassy. Sassy as fuck and don’t give a fuck. She’s literally that tik tok sound “When they go low, I go lowER!”.

“The trash Gets picked up tomorrow, I hope he’s ready”

Bestfriend!Dina who definitely brings JJ over to your house just so the three of you can nap together in your bed

Bestfriend!Dina definitely is corny. Corny as hell. She’s a big cornball. Definitely laughs at ALLL Ellie’s dad jokes.

Bestfriend!Dina who snorts when she laughs. I just know it.

Bestfriend!Dina who’s a hornball. She’s horny and doesn’t care if you know

“Can you watch JJ for me? I’m trynna get laid.” You laugh but agree anyway

Bestfriend!Dina who gets upset anytime somebody refers to JJ as a potato

“My son does not look like a potato!” “D…he kind of does…” “WHAT?!”

Bestfriend!Dina who likes to flirt with you but you both know it’s harmless and fun for her

Bestfriend!Dina who’s oddly good at piano and guitar

Bestfriend!Dina who got you to smoke weed for the first time

Bestfriend!Dina who’s your passenger princess and hogs your Aux cord. Doesn’t let anyone touch it and definitely has the passenger seat adjusted to a certain angle

“Who’s been in my seat?! My seat is usually at a 90 degree angle and now it’s at 89!”

#abby the last of us #abby tlou #black reader #blackreader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #tlou2 #dina tlou #ellie x dina #tlou2 dina #dina the last of us #tlou headcanons #tlou fanfiction

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yazzsketches · 2 months

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