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elliezlils11utt · 6 months

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Mean/Volleyball player!ellie x soft!volleyball player!reader

Summary: you make it to the finals and hear rumors about a girl on the team your playing. Before your game against her you meet the mystery girl in the bathroom~ (pt: 1/?)

An: I really hope this kinda gets a little bit of attraction! My first time posting a actual fic on here!! Feedback would be highly appreciated🫶🏽🫶🏽

The scoreboard reads “10 | 24” second game. This could be the winning point. The ball flies into your hands as the players on the court shift into their new positions. The air in the room is thick and filled with anticipation. You smack the ball to the floor, slamming your hand in the middle of it. It jumps back into your grasp and you take a deep breath. You toss the ball above your head, throwing your arm back, readying your palm. You slap the ball forward, and is flys over the net. Quickly, you fall into line with the rest of your team.

“Got it!” you could hear one of the players from across the net call out to the rest of her team. She slides over to the ball and bumps back to your side of the court.

“Mine!” you claim the ball and throw yourself at it, passing it to your setter, Abby Anderson. Her finger tips graze the ball and it floats through the air. You watch as your teammate catches the ball mid air with her palm. She slams it on the floor of the opposing side and the crowd goes wild. Everyone rushes over into a huddle congratulating each other.

“Fuck yeah! Good game yall!” you shout over the crowds applauds.

After finishing up with the game you were taking a drink from your water bottle when your friend Dina appeared in front of you. She squealed a little before grabbing your hands.

“Oh my god! y/n you were so good out there!”

“Heh- thanks de!” you giggled.

“Looks like we're going to the finals. Do you know who we're up against?”

“Yeah actually. I heard you're going against jackson.” That name seemed so familiar..

“Jackson?” Abby cuts into your conversation. Dina nods eagerly. Confirming they were our new rivals.

“Oh shit. That's the team Ellies on right..?” abby asks

“You know Ellie..?” Dina tilted her head a bit in confusion.

“Um yes? She's all anyone in the league talks about. Supposedly she's really good on the court. And I've heard she's slept with a girl from every team she's defeated.”

“Oh um this is awkward…” dina states

“Ellie’s one of my best friends..”

You stand there a bit in shock. Your eyes widen and you giggle a little at the situation.

“Oh fuck, I- uh- sorry.” Abby stamers clearly embarrassed she was shit talking Dinas good friend.

You punch Abby in the arm playfully. You finish packing up your stuff and set off.

“Cya tomorrow so we can kick some jackson ass!” you call back to your remaining teammates as you leave the doors to the auditorium.

(Time skip bc I’m lazy☺️)

You stand in the mirror, fixing your hair into a high ponytail. You tie a dainty pink bow into your hair and pull the two front strands out. You grab your bag before heading off.

You arrive at the tournament center 30 minutes early to get some practice in. To your surprise a couple of your teammates had the same idea. As well as a couple people from the other team. So much for not getting distracted. You rush over to to teammates who are all huddling together giggling and whispering to each other staring across the net,

“Hey guys! What's up?” You turn to see what they are looking at but can't seem to find the source of their destruction.

“Williams.” One of them whispers and points to a short girl with short brown hair who was bumping a ball to herself. Her jersey is way too big for her and she wore tight black shorts. You look a little confused on why they were all gushing over her.

“Uh, so what..?” You ask, turning back to the group.

“So? She's so pretty! Don't you think so?”

“I guess? But shouldn't we be focusing on practicing? Common guys, we are so close to winning the tournament. Keep ur heads in the game.” you try to motivate them but their eyes stay glued to the girl. You mumble something under your breath and turn to head to the bathroom. They were being so immature. And during the finals?

You push the door open to the women's restroom and stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hands lay on either side of the sink. You bring the cold water up to your face and it splashes over your features. The door flies open and the same girl from earlier stomps in. She stops when she sees you and looks down at your jersey. Her eyes roll and she walks to the sink next to you. What was her problem? Your eyebrows knit themselves together and glance at her.

“Do you need something..?” She says in a blunt tone as she ties her hair into a bun that sits right above her neck.

“Oh- uh no.” you mutter as you turn around and lean on the counter. Silence falls between you for a second.

“I look forward to playing you! I heard you have a mean serve.” You compliment. Trying desperately to lighten the mood. The corners of her mouth curve into a sly smile.

“Yeah, jus don't get your sights set on winning, sweetheart.” Ellie hissed back, stepping in front of you. She winked at you as she walked out. Your mouth falls a little. You stand there in shock.

“What. the. Actual fuck” you mumble to youself. She may be pretty but god was she an asshole. You shake your head trying to get her out of it.

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elliespeach · 1 year

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no chances | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"scared yet?" ´ˎ˗

pairing: ellie x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and your dangerously competitive nature gets the better of the two of you. warnings: 18+, foul language, sexual descriptions, men (the coaches), eventual smut (ellie n reader) i changed the rules a bit, ik liberos have rules tehy gotta follow but to hell w that for the plot author note: the name comes from the twenty one pilots song!! i lowkey had sm fun writing this, i watched womens volleyball as i did and yall....volleyball ellie has my heart fr. this is gonna be a series n im excited to see where it goes wordcount: 2k ishhh

ellie pressed her feet flat to the floor, eyes locked on the other side of the net. she was behind her usual middle blocker, her arms raised up to align themselves with her stomach, her hands interlocked and her thumbs pressed together. she waited patiently, the sweat dripping off of her eyebrow and down to the gym floor.

she sized up the team in front of her, ellie’s team played them often as they were rival colleges, especially for women's volleyball. her eyes scanned the team, the coach called a player in from the back row, the girl placed herself on the bench with a solemn look expression. that’s when ellie saw you emerge from the far side of that same bench, once previously blocked by standing bodies. she sighed heavily and muttered “fuck.” to herself as she watched you approach your coach. a pep in your step, and ellie rolled her eyes. you took the place of the previous girl in the back row, grinning ear to ear.

ellie was hoping you weren’t playing today, the amount of times you two had gone against each other was uncountable. both of you being exceptional liberos caused a rivalry of it’s own between the two of you to manifest over months. she couldn’t stand you and it was because you were just as good and just as passionate as she was but she refused to admit it, even to herself. despite your fierce competitive nature with ellie turning sour, you thought it was funny to taunt her. her expression would change in a heartbeat, and you knew it got to her before she composed herself. but you’d be lying if you said she didn’t get to you either because she most definitely did.

you caught ellie’s eye and waved teasingly to her, mouthing a slow and pronounced, “good luck.” and ellie darted her eyes away, not wanting to be distracted by you. she shook her head from the thought of you and heard the familiar smack of the serve from your team. the ball went up and over the net flawlessly. her team kept the ball up, passing it back over with ease and ellie glanced at you while you stared down the ball with focused eyes. your setter mistakenly hit the ball at an angle which sent you diving to the floor to keep it up, shooting it straight back into the air and the outside hitter sent it back to ellies team.

it went on like this for a while, sending the ball bouncing between the two sides of the court. the score quickly became nearly tied at twenty-two points. for a quick second, ellie caught you staring at her and her head cocked to the side, feeling her competitive nature step forward. “scared?” she mouthed tauntingly, a fake pout splayed across her face. focusing back to her team, ellie turned with the surge of confidence flowing through her, the ball came directly to her from the setter and she took her opportunity. from the back row, ellie jumped straight up, her hand connected with the ball with a hard slap, sending it flying right at you as if on purpose. she had distracted you well enough, you fumbled, the ball bounces off your hands and to the floor.

her teammates shouted in triumph, giving her several highfives and she looked back at you through the white net as they cheered, “sorry.” she mouthed again, her shoulders coming up to shrug dramatically. your face turned into a snarl, determined to do the same back to her. ellie’s team served next, shooting the ball up and over the net and it somehow went directly to you. you set the ball to your outside hitter beside you, and ellie heard you shout “back! back! back!” indicating to return the ball to you. with this ellie lowered herself, readying for a strong spike towards her head, she didn’t know much about you but she knew you didn’t miss.

as you jumped up, your arm swung back furiously but as your hand came in contact with the ball, you hit it lightly, barely tipping it over the edge of the net. ellie’s team was caught off-guard, missing the ball and letting it fall to the floor. ellie bit her bottom lip in frustration, resetting her stance and glaring at you up and down. your uniform was form-fitting, of course your black shirt standing out among your teammates making it all the more easy for her. you didn’t meet ellie’s gaze once while your team celebrated their small victory and that upset her more than if you had.

there had been times during previous games that you two had gotten in arguments across the court, resulting in sitting out for the rest of the game. “you did that on purpose!” ellie would shout, her finger pointed directly at you accusingly, stepping towards the net. “only because you did it first!” you would scream back, your teammate holding you back from approaching the net while ellie egged you on, shouting obscenities that you so kindly returned to her.

it was always childish arguments like this, and your teammates could feel the tension building on the court as the game went on, everyone was competitive but you and ellie took it to another level that made people uncomfortable. “pretentious bit–” ellie’s coach would approach her, cutting her off in fear of being disqualified. “oh, i'm pretentious?” you would bypass your team, walking up to the net furious. “you’re a fuc–” your team pulled you back and kept you quiet for the same reasons.

nearing the end of the game, ellie was sweating hard, her auburn hair sticking to her forehead from the hot gym. she watched as you readied yourself, your arms moving up swiftly and you flicked your head to the side to remove the hair that was plaguing your face. she was staring for a little too long, stuck in some kind of haze, her ears rang and her vision went fuzzy. her teammates moved in a blur around her as the ball landed on her side of the court and she snapped her head, regaining her focus quickly, moving her hands to set the ball. it fell short and ellie threw herself forward on her stomach to reach it. she managed to bounce it but not anywhere near where she had to, her teammate fell short to get it and it fell to the ground.

ellie cursed under her breath, bringing herself to her feet. she earned a look from her teammate beside her and she shrugged, annoyed. a dangerous look plastered on her face she scanned through the net for the black shirt. she spotted you fist-bumping the girl next to you and as if you felt ellie’s eyes on you, your head turned caughting her gaze. you smirked, a confident gaze settling over your eyes that ellie could see from afar. her tongue pressed against her cheek, trying to keep her cool like her coach instructed her to do. but as you two stared into each other you mouthed a steady, “scared yet?” a dumb look on your face as you mocked her.

ellie bubbled over, her hands balled at her fists and she stormed up to the net. her cheeks were on fire and her chest felt extraordinarily heavy. her coach was on his feet, but he couldn’t reach ellie in time before she opened her mouth. “you know what? fuck you!” she shouted, making sure you heard her.

you did, loud and clear. you practically fought your teammates to get to the net, only a few feet separating the two of you. your chest was heaving between the anger that filled you and the game you’ve been playing. ellie’s white libero shirt piercing your eyes compared to her team's mutual black shirts. “i didn’t do anything you didn’t fuckin’ do!” you yelled back with such aggression that it made your voice hoarse.

you watched as ellie’s coach grabbed her arm but she didn’t break eye contact with you, her hateful stare intensifying. her coach dragged her away and you turned, your heart beating even faster than before. “you’re out of the game, williams!” her coach tells her sternly, ellie tried to rebut but he told her to sit on the bench. she groaned, rolling her eyes and sitting down with a huff.

you watched as this happened a small smile crept onto your lips as she sat down, ellie never looking in your direction. your head turns to your coach who is approaching you. “you too, go!” the coach says with conviction, pointing his finger to the bench on your side of the court. your smile disappeared within an instant.

“i didn’t say anything!” you try to defend yourself, but your coach just shakes his head and repeats for you to leave as well. you throw yourself onto the seat, not daring to look at ellie for the rest of the game, and ellie avoids your gaze too.

the game didn't last much longer, within thirty minutes everyone was loaded on the buses to head back to their campuses. as ellie’s team waited for a few more people to show up on the bus, she sat in her seat to go home, wanting to desperately just forget this whole day so far despite her team ending up winning – just without her. the panging feeling of her bladder became too strong to ignore anymore and the bus ride back was over an hour. as her team celebrated from the seats, she snuck by and off the bus back into the building where they had just played.

she practically ran down the hallways to the nearest bathroom, pushing the door open and going straight to relieve herself. she heard someone in the stall beside her, it didn’t bother her until she was washing her hands and you came out of the stall. you stared at her in the mirror while approaching the sink next to her, remaining quiet.

you were wearing a large gray hoodie, similar to one that ellie has tucked in her closet somewhere. your hoodie came down below your shorts, hiding them. ellie felt strange seeing you this way, your usual hard exterior being present in your uniform. but looking at you now, all comfortable and sleepy, ellie felt a pang in her chest and before she could stop herself her mouth opened.

“sorry ‘bout that.” she spoke calmly, even though her stomach was turning over inside of her. you glanced at her, her usual black shirt replaced with a gray windbreaker and black sweatpants though her hair remained in the same half up half down style, her demeanor felt different but with your team losing, especially since you couldn’t even do anything, you were still angry.

“sure,” was all you said in response, turning back to the sink to finish washing your hands. ellies expression hardened, her arms crossing over her chest.

“really? you can’t just accept my apology?” her voice raised in defense, pivoting her body towards you.

“i don’t wanna,” you said, keeping your gaze on your hands in the sink, over washing your hands by a mile.

ellie shoved your shoulder, not hard but enough to make you look at her. “fuck you, dude!”

you shoved her back, your face growing hot because of her yet again. “no, fuck you, dude!” you mocked, your patience going thin and your heartbeat rising in your chest, heaving you pointed a finger in her face, continuing your rant. “you’re too fucking competitive.”

ellie scoffs and reaches up to grab your hand, lowering it down between you two. her breathing was getting aggressive with her anger, she moved her face closer to yours, not letting go of you. “me? have you met you!” she all but shouted in your face. you noticed just how close she was to you, breathing heavy and a daring look in her eyes. butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly, feeling so much anger towards the girl in front of you it felt overwhelming but this time you felt it between your legs. ellie could see your chest pounding up and down with force and in a weak moment she glanced at your lips.

when her eyes darted back to yours she found them bouncing between her eyes and parted lips. without thinking she quickly let go of your hands and brought them up to your face, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss.

the kiss intensified as your hands found her hair in a frenzy and you both exhaled through your noses loudly. ellies hands left your face, wrapping around your back to pull you against her. your body smashed into hers as she parted your lips with her tongue, slipping it in roughly. for a reason unbeknownst to you, you rolled your body on hers and ellie grunted into your mouth, though it sounded like she was stifling a moan.

she pushed your back to the wall, her tongue still flicking around your mouth furiously. her hands roamed your body, slipping beneath your sweatshirt. her warm hands planted themselves firmly around your figure as your fingers still danced in her hair. ellie bit your bottom lip softly, resulting in a moan escaping from your mouth and she gripped down on your skin.

the sound of the traditional goodbye honks from the buses separated the two of you fast. you looked to ellie with an unreadable expression who forced her eyes to be anywhere but on you. the realization slowly hit you and you jump past her. ellie turns her body, watching you run out of the bathroom and into the hallway. it only came to her then that the buses were leaving and she cursed before running after you.

you exited the main doors, throwing them open and not bothering to hold them for ellie who smashed through them only a few seconds after you. ellie came up beside you, panting from all the exertion and watched as the buses turned onto the street, leaving the both of you alone. “all my stuff is in my seat, fuck!” ellie remarked, her voice rising ever so slightly.

you sigh beside her, your tone filled with anger, “me fucking too.”

part two

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ellieswifie · 9 months

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kiwi | ellie williams

♪ kiwi — harry styles

summary: you and ellie williams are enemies in public and on the court, but certainly not in private. you’ve made ellie not only turned in the head, but completely lost for you. but how can you fall hopelessly for the one girl you hate most in the world…

warnings: volleyball!ellie x reader, 18+ mdni, curse words/cursing, pet names (doll), teasing, semi-proofread, awful volleyball terminology, parties, drinking, slightly drunk reader, smoking, sexual content, kissing, sorta dom and sub dynamic (?) but not really, uh “i hate you” kink, but that’s really it

authors note: note, i know little to like nothing about volleyball, but i can just imagine having like this sexual tension with your enemy, ellie, behind the net and it would be like everything. so uh- bear with me as i try to become a professional volleyball player writer. also i actually hate this so much, it was giving too much wattpad, so i clearly couldn’t finish it

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YOU WERE DRENCHED IN SWEAT, HEAD-TO TOE, STARING ANXIOUSLY AT THE SCORE BOARD UP AHEAD. you’re team has finally caught up, taking charge in the game once more. the score being twenty to twenty-three, your team falling behind by three. but you weren’t too worried. you’ve won the first two sets as if it was nothing, completely dominating the other team.

you let the volleyball in your hands bounce carelessly a few times, staring at the referee. she had been talking down with another ref about the following call, but the entire thing didn’t bother you. you needed the short moment to catch your breath. your coach had been keeping you in the entire night, with little to no breaks. this quick stoppage was much more then you needed.

the ref blew her whistle, singling that it was okay to continue play. your head nodded away from her, to catch your glaze on non other then ellie williams. number fucking seven.

the game entire game had felt more as a competition between the two of you. it had always been back to back with your arch nemesis. spiking balls right before she’d block them quick enough to stop them from going over the net.

every single time ellie would block or spike the ball, it made your insides boil. it was just flawless every single time she’d touch the ball. even if it meant chasing it down, she’d manage to bump the ball perfectly.

it just pissed you off.

you’ve managed to keep your eye on her the entire game and she hasn’t failed to keep eye contact with you too. when you were staring at her, her eyes were already looking darkly at you. even if it meant standing face to face net separating your guys intense glares.

you rubbed the ball against your jersey, keeping eye contact. ellie didn’t seem break her stare either. she rubbed her hands on her shoes, before squatting down in a ready position.

which pissed you off even more.

the way she was always ready for the ball, never messing up. when you stepped back into your serving position, you glanced at ellie one last time before jumping up to serve the ball, watching it quickly make its way towards her.

unsurprisingly, ellie bumped it up towards her team mate. your eyes followed the ball, watching a the ball lift carelessly on the air. ellie jumped up to spike the ball towards you, and you stayed standing, ready.

but right when the ball came flying down toward the ground, you weren’t quick enough to dive and get it. the other team jumped in excitement as they watched the ball fall right to the ground in front of you.

you groaned as the score went from twenty to twenty-three, to twenty to twenty-four. they were one point away from winning the entire set because you made one small mistake.

you rises from your stomach, bringing your team in for a quick huddle. "eyes on seven, she’s dangerous." you whispered toward your teammates, receiving nods from them. but it wasn’t enough. it was now ellie’s serve. and god did she have a killer serve. where she wanted the ball, it was getting there. and it just made you completely furious.

you watched ellie move to her position, having a stupid smirk on her face. you knew the ball was going to you. of course you did. she wanted you to screw up right here and make. your entire team lose this set. she wanted you to make a fool of yourself.

you wanted to feel ready, your body felt ready, but your thoughts were just crowded. you couldn’t stop thinking about the way ellie had been staring at you the entire game. like you were some dare.

it just made your blood boiling. everything about her made you go feral. her auburn hair, the way her sleeves were rolled up to reveal her tattooed arm, how stupid good her ass looked in the spandex’s, you just hated it.

hated her.

you heard your teammates shout your name and your mind quickly snapped back in time. but it was too late. the ball ellie had served had landed quickly on the ground, right beside you.

the crowded screamed as the opponent team took the set. but you watched as your teammates groaned and walked away towards the bench. you felt awful, walking back to gather your towel and bottled water, you couldn’t even look at your coach, but you knew she was staring at you long and hard.

"get your head in the game." you whispered to yourself as you walked towards the other bench, switching courts.

the other team was still gathering water bottles, so you stood, watching them, but more so ellie, who was taking her sweet old time. your eyes rolled when she stood right in front of you.

"intimidated?" she whispered, giving you a intense glare. you huffed watching as she let her brows wiggled. you wanted to chuck the ball into her face at the look at her, but you remained your sanity, letting her just walk off.

your coach yelled at you the entire time before the fourth set started. you knew you couldn’t think straight because of ellie.

you hated the idea of how intimidated you actually were, but you needed to play your game. you needed to play like you know how to play, and let the little thoughts to drift out of your mind.

but it didn’t help the you and ellie were finally on the same side after what? six plays.

her face was right in front of yours, the net separating you. your hands were up to the net while hers where down towards her side. a smirk played on her face as she waited for your teammate to serve the ball. score being ten to eight.

"got a little something on your shoe." you mutter to her, causing her to look down at her shoe. nothing appeared to be there, but when she looked back up, the ball had been on her side, in play.

if she was gonna distract you, why not play give her a taste of her own medicine. when your team earned the point, you all jumped to excitement, hugging each other in the process.

you watched as ellie laughed to herself, moving back to the side you too had been sharing. but the referee had paused the play causing you to groan, resting your hands on your hips.

ellie didn’t mind though. she loved this view of you. even if it meant her team had been losing by three points, she was younger tied at the sight of you. head over heels.

but you hadn’t know that. she hadn’t want you to know that.

"so have tables turned?" you then your head, earning a painful look fall across ellie.s face. with that, you felt your smirk rise. "are you intimidated now?" you inquire, eyebrows raising as you stepped closer to the net. ellie stood where she was, watching you step closer. ellie hands met towards the net twinging her fingers slightly. you watch her as she smirked at you, staring intensely at you. you couldn’t help but blush at the sight of her. you hated admitting it, but you knew ellie was hot. i mean look at her. she’s a walking hot shot.

"not intimidated," her head shook, looking between you and the referee. "distracted, doll."

your mouth literally hung open at the nickname. you hated yourself for even thinking the name was a way of flirting with you. you guys have been up each others asses since college ball have started. now in your junior year you believe she’s try and flirt with you? anyone would be foolish to think so.

"i’m not you doll." you whispered, hoping your teammates near you, wouldn’t hear. the ref had blew her whistle and ellie hadn’t said anything but just shrug, stepping back to regained some focus. you shake your head at her, turning to face away from her.

the rest of the set had just been the two of you exchanging looks, but keeping your focus hard enough to stay on track with the game. your coach had thought it was best to finally give you a break, catching how distracted you seemed. and as much as you hate sitting on the bench, you also thought sitting for the last few plays would be the best idea.

and not surprisingly, you in the bench caused the rest of the team to kinda fall apart. they got disorganized and needed their captain on the court, but your coach refused to put you back in. instead she let ellie’s team take the win, leading them into a final fifth set. then had she finally let you play once more.

it was a very frustrating final fifteen pints, but you guys managed to take the win, ending the set fifteen to ten. your entire team felt happy and excited as they wrapped up another win. but you couldn’t help but look at ellie’s frustration take over her. her eye brows were drawn together, lining up to shake hands.

your team made their way in line, saying good game to the team, you following last in line. as you shook hands with the opposite team, you felt yourself longing to shake ellie’s hand. usually you’d flip her off or say something foul to her in this moment, but the entire last set to you felt as some game to you. and not in the sense of a volleyball game, more so a flirting game.

deep down you felt as if you didn’t hate it, but you couldn’t let ellie know that. you may have won the match, but you knew you and ellie’s little game was still on.

"good game," you could recognize her voice from a mile away. your head looked up to see her walking over to shake your hand. you were going to raise yours to accept her hand shake, but you just crossed your arms. ellie couldn’t help but smirk at you bitchy tone. she lowered her hand and placed them on her hips, coping your tense posture.

"your a real bitch you know that?" ellie whispered, leaning into towards you slightly. you felt your body heat rise at the small gesture. you couldn’t piece together what exactly this girl made you feel, but the smallest things just made your heat boil.

her fingers slowly rises to your ponytail, giving it a small tug. you couldn’t stop looking at her the entire time her eyes just danced over your face. the entire moment felt as if nothing and nobody was surrounding you to. well not until she gave you a nudge. you snapped back into reality realizing you hate this girls guts.

you ran your hair through your ponytail, turning at the ends. "and you’re a tease." you whisper back to her. ellie’s face flashed with confusion as she stepped back slightly. "a tease? how so?"

"don’t play dumb, you’ve been eye fucking me the entire game, doll."

you hadn’t wanted to admit it out loud, but it just seemed to slip from your mouth quicker them lightning. however, ellie made no reaction to your comment. maybe a quiver to her lips, but her solid stance didn’t change. it made you frustrated in some way, but you kept yourself grounded.

"me?” a finger rose to her chest. "eye fucking you?" she responded, added a little devilish laugh. you simply just rolled your eyes, slightly turning over your shoulder to see your team start gathering together.

when you look back at ellie, her eyes are fixated on you. "well, i don’t care. i just beat your ass, good game." you begin to turn around, but ellie quickly grabs your upper arm, pulling you back to her. you gasp at the sudden contact.

your eyes scan hers before she quickly drops your arm from her grasp. you snatch your arm away giving her an irritated look. but her eyes were daring. "see," you whisper. "you’re a tease."

you wait a few seconds, waiting for her to say something. to your surprise she does. "and you’re still a bitch." she darted back, earning a look from you.

but you knew better. you ignoredher harsh comment. you reached your hand out, offering her a hand shake. she stares at it for a moment, before accepting it carefully. you shake it firmly, giving her a lazy smile.

her eyes swift you face as you lean closer. "if i’m such a bitch, do something about it." you whisper, breath glazing over her skin.

ellie was about to say something, but you quickly push her away, making your way back to your team, giving everyone claps and hugs. when you turned to look back at ellie. a smirk was on her face, cheeks read as ever.

you smile to yourself, letting your head turn away from ellie.

now you’ve won both games

this time you couldn’t hate your teammates for dragging you out. after the crazy game you just played, a few drinks at a college party didn’t seem to bad.

and it wasn’t for the first few hours.

you had shots around the table with your teammates, laughing and smiling as your body felt the drinks begin to take over. everyone had danced around the table, knocking bodies.

but the loud bounding cause your ears to bleed. your head had already been feeling fuzzy after the game, now a few seven drinks later, you had been spinning.

you turned to your closer teammate resting a hand on her shoulder to support yourself. "i’m gonna go catch a breath!" you shouted over the loud music. she simply nodded, but her mind hadn’t really processed what you said.

as you stumbled out towards the back door. your body quickly met with the cold autumn breeze. your friends insisted you wear the baby tee with the mini skirt, but it was way to cold for this.

you swung your arms around your arms, goosebumps filing your skin. "fuck." you whispered, looking straight ahead.

but as you heated footsteps step from around the corner, your entire body tensed up. a head peaked from the dark deck, revealing a freckled face.

when you saw ellie, you quickly felt yourself sober up. her presence was always so intimate. the way she stood, stared just felt like she had something more to say or do. like she was always buried down.

"what are you doing here?" you knew the comment came out meaner then intended, but ellie didn’t seem to care. she strutted her way closer to you, holding a pre rolled cigarette in her hands.

you eyed her as she stood beside you, before staring ahead. she had changed into more appropriate clothing. her legs were covered in tight jeans, firing around her ass perfectly. her shoulders were covered in a thick grey hoodie.

"it’s a party. everyone is invited." she responded to your past question. her hand tilted slightly, offering you the lit cigarette. but you just ignored.

ellie simply shrugged, taking another hit. "everyone that goes to school here is invited. seems to me you don’t check off that category."

"and what about it?" her eye brows were drawn together and you just wanted to scream. you hated how drawn to her looks you were, but her cocky personality made you want to shout.

"leave." you hissed pack at her, moving your face to her.

"no."

a laugh escaped your lips as you watched her smirk at you."you really piss me off." you huffed back, ignoring her dark eyes. ellie stared long at you before staring down at your outfit. "you know it’s fucking sixty degrees."

"you know u don’t remember asking."

ellie huffed at your childish behavior. you knew you were actually foolish, but also knew how she made you feel and that bothered you more than anything.

her very attractive looks made you want to do things god forbid. but every time she opened her fucking mouth, you were back at square one with her.

"talk to me," ellie whispered. you slowly turned you heat to meet hers, causing your face to lean closer to hers. "why do i tick you off so much?"

your eye brows drew together at her foolish question. she knew why you hated her. she was your biggest enemy on the court. she was better at the game then you, that’s why she ticked you off.

"because your a better player than me." you admitted, earning a smirk from ellie. "your entire personality makes me want to toss a ball at your big head."

ellie leaned on her heels, looking down at you. it was annoying one of her cocky intense stares at made your insides burn.

you were sick of this game, you caused yourself to look away. feeling stupid for even considering anything.

"you know," ellie replied. your head tilted slightly, but you weren’t giving her the upper hand. you remained your stare ahead, just letting ellie look at you. "i don’t hate you."

that made your head turn. she had to be fiat out lying because someone who doesn’t hate you, doesn’t tease and play like this to you. you remained slightly though. you watched as she let her cigarette burn out, while you waited for her to continue.

"this game we play, not referring to volleyball, i hate that. the intense little stares behind the net, the cocky attitudes, it just makes my blood boil."

a part of you enjoyed that you were on the same page, but you also hated it. knowing that you both feel this foolish connection terrified you in ways you couldn’t imagine.

and ellie just played it off as if it was some sort of joke.

"this. back and forth thing-" ellie raised her finger to point between you and her. "it ends now. we either say what we think needs to be said, or we cut cords, leaving things unsaid."

you knew exactly what she meant. and you wanted to say something more than anything, but you knew everything between you two was a game. who ever gave in first was the loser.

and you certainly knew it wasn’t going to be you, even if it meant leaving things unsaid.

you felt yourself look around you, noticing how quiet and alone you guys actually were. that scared you even more, knowing anything could happen and nobody would see or hear.

when you looked back at ellie, she was already looking at you, watching your eyes shift across the space around you. but everything felt so crowded inside you. your thoughts, surroundings, it just felt like a barricade ellie and you build that made you feel so surrounded.

you watched her eyes glance down towards your lips, before quickly meeting your eyes again. she was about to break first you knew it. so you took a deep breath, stepping closer to her shaky self.

"i told you what i wanted to say." you muttered, looking darkly at her parted lips. when you met back to her eyes, she was fighting every cord in her body to push against you and shut you up in any possible way.

"you frustrate me to the core. you have a cocky attitude that makes you think you just control everything around you. and you don’t, surprisingly." you let yourself breathe, stepping so close, you could feel ellie’s breath. "i hate you, i hate your eyes, your stupid attitude, your lack of empathy. i hate you."

you backed away from her, smirking up and down at her pissed look.

"you a bitch, you know?"

her comment came back at you like a bullet. even though she has reminded you several times, you still feel that hurt. but you sucked in a thick breath, crossing your arms.

you lick your dry lips for a moment, watching ellie eyes continue to anxiously look at your lips.

"then fucking do something about it, williams."

and before you knew it, her hands were on yours, pushing you against the deck railing. her lips smashed against yours, letting the crowded barrier fucking shatter.

you completely melted at the way her hand held your cheek, kissing you harder than you’ve ever been kissed before.

at first you felt the raging pain, her teeth biting your lip hard, but you couldn’t ignore the sensation building inside you, longing more. and ellie knew you loved it. your body was pushing against her as if time was running out. like if you pulled away, you guys would be back at square one. hating each other.

when you finally felt as if you needed air, ellie quickly moved her harsh kisses to your neck, sucking and biting down on your soft skin.

your breathing quickened at the feeling of her. your hands moving to hang carelessly against her neck, moving her closer to her.

ellie traveled her hands towards your ass, pushing you closer to the front of her jeans. you gasped at first, the feeling sending shivers down your core, but when she rolled her hips quick against you, you felt weak.

"fuck-" a whine left your mouth as she did it numerous times, holding the back of your thigh to wrap around her hip.

if someone had said you’d be dry fucking ellie outside of a college frat party, on a deck railing, you would’ve laughed in their face.

but here you actually are. clinging onto her as if she’s some drug you need to consume. her sending harsh kisses against your neck making you want more. need more.

your skirt rises up, exposing your underwear as ellie and your movements moved sloppy. her mouth moved from your neck, looking at the patches of purple spots she created.

a cocky smirk played on her face when she stopped rolling her hips, to look at you completely. your lips were parted, wanting them to be back on hers again. your skirt exposed your lower half, making you grow self conscious how fucked out you already looked and you hardly even did anything.

maybe it was the numerous drinks you already had, or maybe it was just the static feeling ellie made you feel. because the feeling was certainly neutral.

she tilted her head down towards your head as if she was leaving to kiss you again, but she just looked down, lips brushing together.

"tell me you hate me again." she whispered, daring. you brushed her head towards her, making your lips connect in a harsh embrace.

her tongue brushed against your lips before she pulled away once more. shaking her head. "tell me you hate me." she said, once again.

you groaned, as she let her hands travel down your skin. you finally came to since you guys were hardly alone when the load party music began to echo around you.

her hands stopped at your inner thigh, swung around her hip. she trailed circles there before meeting your eyes again. "say it."

you hated how easily you were about to give in. with ellie it was her in the lead, and you didn’t seem to hate it now that your standing, her between your legs.

"i hate you." you whisper, letting your hands around her neck, lower to cling on her shoulders. she kissed you hard when the filthy words escaped your mouth.

her hand had traveled closer to your core and a soft moan escaped pushing her mouth off yours. you wanted her to say something, do more, but ellie loved this.

"your so pretty when you make those filthy sounds." she whispered, close against your lips. your eyes looked down at her fingers escape beyond your sight, resting on your clothed skin.

your head tilted to the porch back down, growing worried that someone could walk out any second. ellie followed your glaze, noticing your anxious eyes.

"my car is parked out front." she acknowledged, meeting eyes with you. a smirk played on your face as you looked at her.

"what are you insisting, williams." you choked back, still catching your breath. ellie smiled at you, removing her hand. you froze at the loss of contact, but when her hand intertwined with yours, you couldn’t help but smile once more.

"follow me and you’ll find out, doll."

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dollveis · 9 months

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𔓘۫ ⊹ 𓈒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 , 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬⭒͡ ۫

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who is the best spiker of jackson's female volleyball team, her characteristic play style being aggressive and strong, her spikes being a challenge to block and recieve.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who for some reason is lately distracted during practices earning some scolds from the trainer, "williams where is your mind? travelling to paris or here? we have an important match coming next week, we need you here".

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who is distracted because of you, the new pretty girl who is the water girl and she thinks she's soooo sly looking at you during practices, you would never notice (you can obviously see and feel her green eyes glued to your figure).

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who was even distracted against the wolves team, one of their biggest competitors, her stare on you instead of the ball and said ball landing brutally on her face forcing her to sit on the bench because of her nosebleed.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who says "can you give me some water?" for the fourth time in a row just to get a bit of your attention because she has no idea of how to have a fluent conversation with you, making her feel pathetic.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who stops breathing for a moment when she hears your voice talking directly to her for the first time, "is your face . . . okay?" god your voice even sounded worried for her, was she dreaming?, "it's fine," she lied through her teeth before mumbling, "it hurts like hell," making you giggle while offering her another cold bottle of water, "for your pretty face," you softly smiled at her and suddenly it felt like a bruise wasn't forming in her face anymore.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie whose team loses the match against the wolves because she had to stay on the bench for the rest of the match and she doesn't even care because she got to talk to you more than to ask you for water and she feels like god blessed her, that means she can talk to you more now?

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who has the biggest crush on you and can't stop thinking about you, sometimes her thoughts travelling to places they shouldn't and with that her hands travelling down her body and her voice breaking calling out your name.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who is actually a loser, especially for you and your sweet smile, who would say that scary and cocky volleyball player could be such an awkward loser for a pretty girl?

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lesbianslvt666 · 11 months

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do you think you could do something with dina? i never see anything dina related nd it sucks💔💔

You are so correct my love.

Volleyball Player!Dina x cheerleader!Reader

Reader is the cheerleader for the opposite team, but you were cheering Dina on the low.

The match was getting harder, sweat was running down Dinas spine, dark hair traped in a pretty ponytail, one you did for her.

-Your relationship with Dina wasn’t official, however, you were exclusive to one another.

-You met through a friend in common, Jesse was your childhood best friend, who was best friends with Ellie, who was friends with Dina.

-The four of you were always together outside of school grounds, but Dina and you just hit it off like no other.

-When you first met her you thought she was hot but as you two started to getting to know each other feelings flew out of your chest.

-You couldn’t resist how much you loved her, but you didn’t wanted to ruin the good thing you had going on with her and the friend group.

-Until you kissed her.

-And she got you screaming her name and coming on her mouth that same night.

-And thats how the situationship got to be.

Today was particularly hotter than other days.

The court was filled with tension, you wanted your team to win, but you were rooting for Dina.

They had 5 minutes left to end it and it seemed like your team was gonna win for a second, proudness washed over you.

But you caught Dinas eyes, desperation clouding her features and you wanted to make her feel good.

She looked you up and down, your very short skirt riding up your thighs and your orange crop tight on your tits.

She was devouring you.

Her team lost.

And after the final cheer you ran to the bathroom, -there you found Dina.

She took you by the wrist and flush you to her body, both sweaty, tired bodies eager to be together as much as possible.

“I am ver sad right now pretty” her voice sounded demanding and tired.

“Would you help me with that baby?” Her hands resting on your waist.

“Yes Dina, fuck…” her pretty lips latched to you neck, marking you, sucking and licking repeatedly and hurried.

“This one” she said pointing to the mark of her nibbled. “This one is for that girl, Joslyn?” You face puzzled. “My teammate?” Your eyebrows furrow. “Yeah that bitch.” She said giving you a spank on your left cheek.

“She was eyeing you the whole time, and you didn’t stopped her” her hand that was on your ass squeezed hard and moved your cheek up and down in desperation.

“This, this is mine okay?” Your eyes closed, and she took that opportunity to kiss you.

Heating mouths crashing with passion, wet sticky saliva mixing when your tongues licked each other.

“Yes, fuck Dina yes…” she giggled at that, “shit baby, too eager” she said when your hands traveled to her boobs.

“Maybe we should take this to my place?” You asked her with doe eyes. You didn’t need to do much to convince her, you had her in her knees already.

Muak this was hurried and kinda messy cause i am at work lol <3

#dina tlou #dina x reader #dina x fem reader #dina x y/n #volleyball!Dina #cheerleader!reader #modern au #college au #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #lesbian #the last of us

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iovevrse · 1 year

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freaking love the college basketball player! ellie but what about college volleyball player! reader???? ellie would be gay panicking every game because have you seen those spandex?!?! oh lawd 😩

a/n: ty for requesting this it's so real 😭

ellie x college volleyball player reader headcanons

I like to think ellie wouldn’t care much to go out to school games often until dina made her go to a volleyball game and it completely altered her brain

dina dragged her there to watch a friend play, you, and ellie just could not stop watching

and she definitely felt a little guilty for staring too long at your black spandex shorts

she just couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering, it was definitely making her panic which didn’t go unnoticed by dina

as the game was nearing the end ellie begged dina to introduce her to you (she was nearly on her hands and knees)

you’d gotten a text congratulating your team on the win and asking if you wanted to grab dinner with dina and her (cute and very gay) friend

the answer ended up being a yes

when you met ellie you were immediately grateful for dina

she typically had a habit of setting you up with just anybody

so when she said she had a cute friend you didn’t expect it to be an understatement

as for ellie she felt the same, maybe even felt it harder

you looked much different after you showered and either way, you made her panic

when she tried to introduce herself she definitely stuttered a bit (you thought it was cute)

after you started dating she was no longer shy about her staring at your ass anymore

at games, after practices, and even outside of volleyball anything short you wore just set her

a lot of people have said this but i truly believe she's the type to fake fuck you from behind whenever you bend over 😭😭

she just really couldn't take her eyes (or hands) off of you even if she wanted to

#iovevrse🌿#ellie williams x reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams headcanons

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kaiandels · 10 months

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VballPlayer!Ellie ♡ Cheerleader!Reader (Headcanon)

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

writer’s note: As a vball player, I am writing this as a manifestation. Amen. So I’m posting headcanons for now since i’m a lil bit busy with Uni. But I have 2 smuts that are in my drafts right now so get ready for that 😭

warnings: Mild swearing & sfw/nsfw ver

Not proofread never will

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• Ellie was a volleyball player ever since she was a kid. She has always enjoyed playing the sport and it has always been her form of workout.

• Ellie had first saw you when she was trying out for the varsity team. She almost got hit on the face solely because she couldn’t stop staring at you. With your bright smile while you do your little stomps and jumps warmed her heart.

• Ellie had never missed a practice since. She wanted to see you everyday and she would rather break a limb than miss a day without seeing you.

• It had took her awhile before she had gained the courage to come up and talk to you. It would even get to the point that she would talk to herself, reciting the things she wanted to say but only coming up with-

• “Hi, you’re a cheerleader… right?” Ellie said to you. You looked up at her in confusion, your hands literally gripping your pompoms as you wore the vibrant colors of your school cheerleading uniform.

• After that interaction, you bet that Ellie was screaming her head off in the girl’s varsity locker room.

• When Ellie confessed to you, she wore a white shirt with her school’s varsity jacket uniform. Scratching her head as she finally spoke the words “I like you, Y/N. A lot.”

• After a few months of dating, you would always attend her games/competitions and you would actually be one of the cheer team who would be performing whilst they play the game.

• “ELLIE BE CAREFUL” You screamed at the top of your lungs earning laughs from the other-half of the audience aswell as your girl friends.

• Ellie looking at you before she spikes the ball towards the opponents team giving that “this is for you” look. She only does that look when she knows she can ace the whole round. (She doesn’t want to get embarassed but to be honest.. when has she ever missed?)

• After the game, you always made it a routine to run up in to Ellie’s arms and she always seemed to lift you up with no struggle whatsoever. Ellie also likes to spin you around as she places kisses on to your cheeks. “Congratulations baby.” you mouthed.

• Whenever Ellie’s coach whistles at the team, you run up to her. Passing by her teammates as you bring her water and her towel. Wiping her sweat away for her. “Thank you baby” Ellie smiled as she leaned down to kiss your lips, earning an irritated groan from her teammates and her coach.

• I imagine that you and Ellie would take dates outside, simple but convenient for you both. Either in food stands or just taking a stroll outside. Ellie would definitely bring her ball to teach you how to receive or just serve but you would eventually whine at her and give up.

• “Ellieee please I don’t want to do this anymoree”

• “Y/n… I’m teaching you how to fold your hands… you haven’t even touched the ball yet.”

• Ellie looking at you in awe as she sees you practicing for your cheer. Ellie has always seemed to love it when you spin and jump around. She thinks that you’re so precious. “What are you looking at?” You giggled with a slight huff. “Keep dancing, I think you messed the 1st part up.” Ellie suggested. “Which one of the 1st part? there were many.” you raised your eyebrows as you wait for a response. “Uh.. just the whole 1st part. It was bad… horrible even.”

• “You just wanna see me dance don’t you?” “Heh… yeah…”

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• Ellie always loved to fuck you in your cheerleading uniform. You always suggested that you both should take the whole thing off but what Ellie just wanted to do was lift your skirt up and take you right then and there.

• I just imagine everytime that when the dances get a little bit flattering, Ellie would poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue, calling you from the other side of the court (since that’s where you both practice) And she would always take you to the shower rooms and fingerfuck you until you’re shaking.

• “Fuck, my pretty little cheerleader so worked up for me huh? Did the splits loosen you up or is it just my cock?”

• You and Ellie almost got caught one time. You were both in the usual spot, the shower rooms. The water was running and her teammates voices could slowly be heard as they entered the shower room. Completely unaware of what’s happening inside. “Ellie! Bro, you here? Did you see what our coach did today? It was a fuckin’ spike error and he still gave the point to them.” Ellie groaned at the comment, her hand covering your mouth as she dug her strap deeper in to you. Your whines muffled. “Yeah, I know he’s a dick. Glad it wasn’t an… oh fuck- Official game though.” Ellie stuttered feeling her strap graze around her clit. “You okay bro?” Her teammates asks. Ellie doesn’t respond as she was focused on getting off, you tapped her hand telling her to respond but she just kept thrusting harder. Making it hard for you to contain your moans. “Fuck yeah…” Ellie moaned, catching the attention of her teammates. “Are you alright there?” Ellie groaned. Completely annoyed at the interaction. Ellie stopped answering as she heard the awkward murmurs of her teammates. It was easy to disregard for her as she was pussy-drunk from you the entire time. You leaned in to Ellie’s ear whispering rather “encouraging” words to her. “Y-you’re so good to me… Ahh fuck.. You fuck me so good. Please fuck my cum back in to me.” You giggled as you heard Ellie mutter curses under her breath.

• Ellie always had this strange thing with PDA… she can’t stop. She would always find a reason to touch your ass or give them a smack. Earning small laughters from her teammates.

• Something tells me that whenever Ellie had a bad game she would always result in to angry sex. “Fuck! Ellie please.. Be gentle. F-fuhuck… Ga- Ellie!” You babbled completely fucked out as Ellie kept pounding in to you. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do. Keep taking this dick and I might just be nice to you.”

• Something also tells me that whenever Ellie had a good game, this time it would be more of a “good job” or “victory” sex. Sounds corny. But feels too good. The praises, the gentleness, the soft kisses, it was completely different from the times when she lost. “You’re so good Ellie…” You moaned as your lips were on top of another, softly grazing but never kissing. You moaned in to her mouth as she softly grinded her hips against yours. “You’re so beautiful…” Ellie whispers, both of your breaths mixing together, creating a rather sensual atmosphere. “You’re doing so good… fuck” you whimpered.

• “Bend over. Let me see what you’re wearing underneath.”

• Ellie was ALWAYS perverted. Even though it was completely evident that it wasn’t her intention, she still fucking is. She would always fuck you after your cheer practices and after that keeps your panties in her pockets, never gave them back to you as she used them every night when she misses you.

• As an athlete, Ellie had an amazing body. And because of that, she would always send pictures of herself. Most preferably mirror shots so you could see everything. Her toned-chest, and the way she manspreads. You can see everything. And it’s fucking delicious.

•

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #the last of us #female reader #lesbian #tlou #tlou ellie #headcanons #lgbtqia #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou2 #ellie smut #ellie the last of us

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csprslvt · 9 months

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teacher's aide.

new series alert! you and i, and her has officially come to an end (unless i decide to go back to it or am requested too) i have decided to write something a little lighter, more for fun! teacher aide is a collage au featuring volleyball player abby and campus dealer ellie. couldn't decide who i wanted reader to end up with so, why not make them fight for your attention? sounds good 2 me!

Chapter one

Summary: reader is a teacher's aide and struggles to keep professionalism with two of her students.

Warnings: drug use(weed), mentions of sex, foul language, reader is described is slightly described as wearing "girly" shoes/clothes and shorter than abby but it completely unknown other than that when it comes to skin tone, hair type, etc.

Being in University was a lot, especially being a Physics major and teacher aid for the same subject. You loved it, it was your passion and your professor was great. Its just the fucking students that drove you crazy.

So here you were, on the doorstep of Ellie Williams’ dorm, once again.

Was it wrong to smoke with one of your students? Probably yes. But right now with the amount of people accidentally setting fire during one of the labs where you specifically told them to keep substance A away from substance E because it could cause ignition, you could care less about morals.

Besides, Ellie was a friend. Maybe this was unprofessional but caring was beyond you right now.

The door opened before you could even knock. Ellie’s eyes lit up when she saw you and a smirk grew on her face.

“Come to see me again? It's the third time this week.”

“How’d you know it was me?” You questioned her, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

“I could hear your heels clicking from miles away babe.”

“They're platforms, not heels.”

“Whatever shoes are shoes.”

“Of course you think that with your raggedy ass converse.”

“Damn professor, no need to attack me like that.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I'm stressed.”

“Now that I can help, come sit.” Ellie led you in and she grabbed her electric dab rig, filling it with some wax. You sat on her bed, watching her prepare the rig. She took the liberty of opening the windows and stuffing a towel under the door to prevent the smell from escaping.

“Extra cautious this time huh.”

“Well last time I used the rig it stank so bad it leaked into the common area. But it's your favorite, so we’re using it.”

Ellie handed you the rig and you grabbed it with greedy hands. Inhaling and exhaling, you felt smoke filling your lungs and after a few minutes you were completely relaxed. Dabs always hit the best. They were your favorite for that reason.

Ellie hit it after you, she was kind of an expert at it, when she was high you could hardly tell. You were sure she attended your classes baked. She always said it helped her focus. She took a few puffs and then got up, grabbing something from the mini fridge. Somewhere along the lines of your meetings she started to get your favorite snacks from when you got the munchies. She was caring for sure, or maybe she got tired of hearing your high self complain of cravings for edible cookie dough.

You felt so…content. It was like gravity was so much stronger, slowing your movements, your muscles were relaxed like jelly. You flopped down on Ellie’s bed on her constellation themed bed sheets. It smelt of her, laundry detergent and cannabis. It didn't seem like a pleasant combination, but it always soothed you.

“Gimme my cookie dough.” you mumbled and Ellie smiled. She loved when you were like this in front of her, happy, stress free, maybe a little vulnerable. She handed you the jar of Tollhouse edible cookie dough she had personally paid for. You immediately dug in and seeing you so joyful made her stomach turn in the most lovely way possible. She didn't know how you hadn't realized how much she liked you. She let you use her personal stash for free, bought you snacks, called you babe. But you were as oblivious as ever. Hiding under this mask of professionalism, never letting her get close enough unless you were high.

“My fucking students are drivin’ me nuts Els.”

Els. Oh she loved it when you called her Els.

“What’d they do babe?”

“They almost set the lab on fire after I warned them a hundred million trillion times to not mix substance A and E because it would cause ignition. And they care too much about looking cute to put on their googles so fucking whats his name got baking soda in his eye! And whose fault did that come down to? Me!”

“What's his name?”

“The crusty dude with a receding hairline, he thinks he's hot shit.”

“Owen?”

“Yes! Fucking Owen!”

Ellie threw her head back in laughter, you were such a kind, patient person to all of your students seeing this side of you was amusing.

“His hairline isn't that bad.”

“Dude he's like 20 something and looks 38.”

The smile Ellie had never left her face.

“Okay yea, good point.”

After eating, you ended up falling asleep. Sleeping in your students' bed? Probably also bad, cuddling with her, was probably even worse. But you blamed it on the drugs, on how tiny the bed was. You always snuck out while Ellie was still asleep, she didn't seem to mind. And though you were treating her like a booty call minus the sex and replace it with smoking she didn't really act like it bothered her. So, you assumed she didn't care.

That was the thing though, she couldn't help but to be disappointed every time she woke up alone. She just hid it well.

You snuck out of Ellie’s bed, escaping from her grasp on your waist. It was nearly 6 am. You had been out for many hours and you had a class to get to at 8. You left the dorm, shutting the door behind you gently and as you walked out, someone caught your eye, watching you.

Abby Anderson,med student and captain of the volleyball team. Also, one of your students. She raised an eyebrow at your disheveled appearance. Fuck, you looked like you were doing the walk of shame. You ignored her, pretending like you didn't make eye contact and left quickly for your own dorm. It wasn't too far away from Ellies, maybe an 8 minute walk. You showered, got ready and studied before class, same routine as always.

When it was time for work you were exhausted so you stopped by Ruston Coffee for a pick me up.

Upon entering once again, was Abby Anderson, she probably had the same idea as you, stopping to get a cold brew to stay awake. Still you didn't want to interact with her beyond professional reasons especially since she caught you sneaking out of Ellie’s dorm.

Your luck must've run out though, because she approached you, standing tall in a black wife beater and jeans, hair in her signature braid she took in your appearance.

“So… Ellie Williams huh.”

“Not even a hello before you interrogate me huh.” You responded, looking up at her. If you were anyone else you’d be intimidated by her muscular arms and snarky smile. But this was Abby, and you kept an eye on your students, you knew she was just like any other, she often cracked jokes and laughed in class with her friends, Owen and Mel. You weren't afraid.

“You got me there y/n I suppose I'm feeling a bit nosey. I saw you sneak out bright and early.”

“Stalker.”

“So you're not denying it.”

“You know Anderson with the amount you're questioning me about my sex life I would say you wanna take me on a date too.”

Abby smiled, “Maybe I do.”

You didn't expect that. You didn't have time to respond before your name was called for your order, you quickly turned away from her and grabbed it. Fleeing as if you committed a crime. Abby’s smile dropped. Perhaps she made you uncomfortable? She hoped not.

In reality you just didn't know what to say. You were never good with emotions, with flirting, so it was a miracle your name was called. Besides you already broke rules cuddling up with Ellie, it would be better to stay away from Abby’s advances. Right? She would give up, right?

You didn't avoid Abby for very long, she was in your next period. You stood beside your boss, Professor Servopoulus. Or to you, simply Tess. She insisted that you don't use formalities, because it made her feel “older than she was.” Today was an easier day, you would help Tess with lesson plans and grade some papers while she lectured on matter and energy. There was a mix of types of students in your classes. Some medical majors like Abby with physics as a prerequisite and some Astronomy majors like Ellie where physics was a necessity. There were always some like Owen who was in engineering and a few other students that seemed too simply just be there.

You sat at Tess’s desk while she lectured, she hated lectures she preferred lab days but sometimes traditional learning was in the lesson plan. You noticed some students nodding off an hour in. Of fucking course one of them was Ellie. Tess gave you a look and gestured for you to wake her up. You stood up and walked up the lecture hall, all the way in the back where Ellie was napping. Eyes watched you, everyone was quiet holding in laughter at Ellie’s display. You kneeled facing her,

“Williams, wake up.” You whispered.

No reaction, the closer you got the more you noticed some drool at the corner of her lips and the faint sound of snoring created giggles in the audience.

You almost smiled yourself at the noise. Ellie was in deep REM stage sleep. You tried again,

“Ellie. Wake up!” Now you were really smiling. She didn't move.

Finally you reached out and shook her gently, “Ellie wake up oh my god.”

Ellie jumped; she seemed to have forgotten where she was because she mumbled, “Babe, five more minutes.” before putting her head down again. You blushed, leave it to Ellie to break professional relationships in front of an entire class. Luckily no one seemed to hear and if they did they laughed it off. “Ellie Williams!” You nudged her, she opened her eyes and looked around finally grasping her surroundings, turned beet red and sat up. Everyone was staring at her.

“My bad Professor Servopoulus! Sorry Y/n!” You simply nodded at her; you were totally gonna bully her about this during your next smoke session. You woke up the other students and returned to the desk. The entire time one set of eyes was watching you, observing intently.

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Abby Anderson was a people watcher, and no, it wasn't creepy. She was simply interested in the ways people interact, the way different mannerisms appear in relationships, but most importantly she was interested in you.

You, her pretty teacher’s aide who was shorter than her even in those platform mary janes with buckles on them you wore everyday, you whose hands were soft and manicured when they brushed with hers handing out supplies for labs, you who smelt of Coffee beans and clean shampoo, you who was gentle and understanding when helping struggling students, you who seemed to have it all together, you who she could look at for ages just watching your little quirks and focused expressions.

But it was clear that she wasn't the only one who had her eye on you. Ellie Williams seemed to gravitate towards you, asking you an abundance of questions during labs, looked at you with bright green eyes as if you created the sun itself and seemed to be just as enamored with you as Abby was.

It isn't everyday that you would see a teacher's aide that beautiful and around her age. She was sure you were an upperclassman no older than 22, who simply had a love for physics. That was something she would never understand. As a Medical student, she was only in physics because she had to be but you being there made it a lot easier. You were very helpful and a good communicator, having you was a blessing to everyone who wasn't as great with physics.

By the time the lecture came to an end, she tried to make eye contact with you and wave goodbye but you avoided looking at her, instead chatting it up with Ellie who stopped to ask you some “questions” as you were leaving.

The smile quickly dropped from her face as she watched the two of you. Your interactions seemed so natural. There had to be something going on, and she was going to figure it out.

Notes; pt 2?

#ellie x reader #gaming #fem reader #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #abby x reader #abby anderson #angst #fluff #college au #drabble

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pinknightsinmymind · 2 years

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thinking about abby anderson as a volleyball player got my brain frying imagine her arm muscles flexing while she plays she'd definitely be an upperhand server (maybe even a junp serve/jump float server) and her position would be spiker

dina would be a libero FOR SURE, and ellie would be a setter or ace

#tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou abby #tlou ellie #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #dina tlou

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elliezlils11utt · 6 months

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🏐 SWEETHEART pt2!! 🩹

Warnings: cussing, mean!ellie,

An: this part is basically all Angst..? Kinda. It’s mostly volleyball but it will make a LOT more sense when i put out the other parts. 🤞🏽

Summery: Ellie causes you to lose the finals, with her cheats. And Dina forces her to apologize, which turns into something else…

Coach had you out the first game. Watching & cheering on your team as they painfully lost. They scored a few points, but the majority of them came from the other team's fault. Fuck, if you lost this next game it would be over. Everything you and your team had worked for would be for nothing if you went home with a second place trophy. When the final buzzer went off indicating that the first game was finished and you had lost, your team huddled into a semi circle. Solemn looks on all of their faces as you try to cheer them up. You give high fives and ‘good jobs’ to everyone who played that game as the players were switched out. Abby with the starting serve, and you being front middle. Number 14, or Ellie Williams stands directly in front of you, across the net. She winks at you again with that same slick ass smile on her face. The same smug look that makes you want to slap it right off her. You roll your eyes. Looks like what the girl said was going to become true if you couldn't turn the game completely around. Gotta stay focused.

“Common Abby, you can do this!” you shout back to her. The buzzer goes off and the ball shoots over your head.

The game was in full swing. 10 | 14. With the wolves winning. It was your turn to serve. You can hear Dina cheering you on in the crowd, which gives you a little more confidence. The room falls silent, letting you focus on the ball. Just as the whistle goes off someone calls from the other side of the net.

“You got this, sweetheart.” The ball slips right from your hands and falls to the floor. The whistle blows again and you look up at the ref who’s hand is pointed at the other side.

“What the fuck Ellie!” you shout back. Your temper, finally getting the best of you. She purposely fucked you up. Abby grabs you and pulls you back from completely going off on her.

You flail your arms in the air at the ref and return back to your position. You look at the smug smile on her face and narrow your eyes at her.

It was Ellie's turn to serve. You had heard rumors about her serves before. That they were powerful and fast. Really fucking fast. She definitely lived up to the storys. She single handedly brought her team back into their original winning position with her serves alone. They were too fast for anyone to recover. 16 | 24. If she kept this up there's no way your team would win. But surely enough she got into her same overhand position and began to throw the ball in front of her. With a loud “smack” the stress settled in. You rushed to the ball in an empty attempt to recover it. The ball slammed to the floor yet again.

Your ears began to ring. You shut your eyes tightly and swiped the sweat from your forehead. You can see Dina rushing over to Ellie congratulating her. While you laid slumped on the floor. Utter disappointment washed over you as the second place title hung above your head. Tears swell up in your eyes and you try to not let them spill out, but sadness overpowers your pride and you break down in the middle of the court. Abby rushes over to you and helps you up. You can't help but glance at the other team, who's showering Ellie with complements. You pick yourself up and drag your feet to your team's huddle. Not that you were listening. All you could think about was the smug look on Ellies face when she basically cheated to get on your nerves. You hadn't done anything to her yet she proceeded to make your life literal hell. When you were packing up with ‘loss’ written all over your face, Dina pops up in front of you like she does every game.

“Hey y/n..” she says with pity.

“Hey dee.”

“Im sorry about el’s”

“It's cool.”

“No, it isn't. I told her to apologize.”

“Dina, I don't want to talk to her. She obviously doesn't like me for whatever reason.”

“Too bad, here she comes.” Dina says pointing behind her to Ellie who's walking up to you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” you mumble to yourself and try to wipe your puffy eyes. She approaches you with long strides, of course her iconic smirk plastered onto her face.

“Hey. good game.” She said quickly. Really? That's her apology…?

“Good game? Good game..?! Ellie you purposely fucked me up?”

“No. I was cheering you on, sweetheart.”

“You know full well what you were doing. And stop calling me that.”

You storm off, absolutely pissed about the game. Her tight grasp clings to your arm pulling you back to face her.

“Look, I'm sorry… Can we start over? Maybe, head back to my place?”

Your jaw flies open. This was all an attempt to sleep with you..?

“What the fuck is wrong with you ellie. Get a life.” you mumble, pulling away from her grasp. You leave her there, standing in the middle of the court, clueless.

#tlou #tlou2 #abby tlou #tlou fanfiction #ellie tlou #mean!ellie #volleyball player!abby #volleyball player!ellie #volleyball #omgggg

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