Hii Can You Do Jock Abby X Cheerleader Reader?

hii can you do jock abby x cheerleader reader?

be aggressive

hockey player!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader

cw : modern!au, hockey!au, fluff, confrontation, abby stands up for the reader, cursing, college bitches being bitches.

“Fuck!” You huffed, attempting to find a parking space in the crowded rink parking lot. Game days definitely had begun to test your patience, today more so as you’d already been running late but now with how it was going- you’d be coming in seconds before call time, which gave you a heart attack to even think about. 

By some grace of god (or whoever was listening at that point), you found a spot nestled between a black jeep you recognized as Abby’s and some Nissan that was missing a bumper. Trying to waste no time, you hustled out with your hefty bag thrown over your shoulder and skates dangling from your hand as you held them by the laces. The lot was mainly empty as you sprinted towards the entrance, dodging random gaggles of people who you assumed were waiting for the game to start, but were conveniently in the way. 

You pushed through the main doors glancing around to find your team, before breaking through a group of away players that hoarded the doorway leading into the changing rooms (that weren’t even for them, you’d think they’d move considering the fact but no). “Sorry, excuse me.” You whispered harshly, giving them a half hearted dirty look as they barely moved to allow you through. It was so unnecessary, you almost let it get to you but for the sake of time you dropped it. 

The scent of hairspray hit you first as you rushed into the cheerleaders quarters making you cough before throwing your bag down before making a b-line for the staging door. This led you down the hallway under the rink to the otherside, where your teammates were waiting patiently to begin. You turned the corner before running smack into someone else, their sheer presence sending you stumbling back a bit. Fucking hockey players and their massive bodies. 

“Oh baby, shit, I’m sorry.” You heard your girlfriend curse, a tinge of a laugh in her voice as she reached out to you. Oh, it's your hockey player, nevermind. She was headed to the opposite side of the rink to sit with the other players, as the puck drop didn’t take place until the pregame festivities ended. If you weren’t so stressed, you’d probably have made a joke about breaking the ice but the time didn’t come. 

You shook your head, focused on getting to your spot in time (and not pissing off your coach- again), brushing your hair down with your free hand to tame the strays that had ventured from their previous tight curls.. “I’m late, I'm so late, Abby.” You breathed, motioning towards the door that now seemed much farther away than you thought. “Do I look okay? I gotta go on.”

She nodded quickly, understanding in half a second as the first announcement rang out, muffled from where the two of you stood. She hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face to look towards her instead of the rink before she gave you a smile. “You look perfect, now get out there.” She hummed, giving you a light shove towards the door, watching as you didn’t hesitate to take off down the remainder of the hall. 

You practically ran to the door- skates clacking wildly as you barely made it before the second announcement came on the intercom. Its main purpose was to draw the ticket holders back into the building, signaling the entertainment was about to begin. You shoved your skates on, finishing tying them just as your coach called for the team to make their way to the door leading onto the ice. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you followed behind your team, skates hitting the ice hard as you followed the outline of the routine you’d been practicing for the past couple weeks. Smile and skate, easy enough. 

Abby had made her way back to the other players, taking a seat as she double checked the laces on her skates. A habit she’d picked up after breaking her ankle a couple seasons ago due to her lace coming loose. She heard the music begin and dragged her attention to the ice, waiting to see you- just like she did every game. She always loved seeing you skate, even just as background but today you were front so she didn’t have to worry about not getting a good view. 

You came into view, your bejeweled uniform catching light from the overhead spotlights, shining gracefully as you did some precise turn that Abby couldn’t even name. She’d always be thankful for the convincing that had taken place to get you both here, as you almost passed up the idea of cheerleading due to annoying stereotypes from American football cheerleaders. She knew you didn’t see her in the haze of light, as the ice made it much too bright to see much outside of the rink, so she usually took the chance to brag to her teammates. Though, as she began to turn to a player she knew quite well, Nora, she caught the tail end of a conversation between two benched cheerleaders. 

“She only got in because her girlfriend is on the team, they totally played favorites.” The one on the left hissed, rolling her eyes at the number you were doing. It was virtually flawless, leading Abby to lean into the conversation more. 

The girl on the right laughed, yawning dramatically. “I think it’s kinda weird, Abby is definitely a good player but like why do they have to be gay? Gives us a bad rep.” She proclaimed, attempting to hush her voice down to a level nobody would hear. 

Abby caught it though, letting out a chuckle of disbelief as she turned around on the bench to face the girls. It seemed like they didn’t realize who they were sitting in front of, or, they knew and just felt brave enough to keep talking shit. “Fucking excuse me?” She stated, tilting her head at the duo. Angry was an understatement, furious would be a better descriptor as she watched the girls freeze. They could talk shit about her, sure, but she drew the line when it came to you or better yet your relationship as queer women. 

“I don’t know what you heard bu-,”

“Shut the fuck up,” Abby growled, cutting the girl off. “Keep my girlfriends name and our relationship out of your fucking mouth. I know for a fact you wouldn’t want this getting back to Coach Mckillen, right? Your little homophobic comments about a girl who’s ten times as talented out there than you are wouldn’t go over so smoothly, huh?” 

Knowing fully she planned to report them to the coach, she raised an eyebrow at the duo, watching them scramble to attempt to apologize. Her heart hammered in her chest, never having dealt with such outspoken bigotry- especially from a team composed of mostly queer women.  She didn’t let it show, only turning back to the ice, shaking off the stares she’d gathered from her tiny outburst. 

“Damn, Anderson. That was rough.” Nora laughed, nudging the girl gently, having overheard the entire ordeal. “You’re a mean bitch.” 

Abby bit back a smile at the comment, knowing it was 100% true. “Can’t have anyone out here bad mouthing my girl, that’s all.” She mumbled back, searching the skaters until her eyes landed on you again. From the distance she was at, she could see the healthy blush on your skin from the exhausting choreo she’d watched you practice solo multiple times in the past week, all accompanied by a blissful smile you reserved for crowd work only. 

Nora shook her head, eyes glancing over to see the way Abby watched you as you finished up the last of your performance, turning to skate towards the door that led into the players seating. She had seen firsthand how much Abby cared for you, knowing the girl's plans for your birthday made the moment even more special, seeing as soon there would be a crystalline addition to your relationship. “God help any motherfuckers who try.” She chuckled, standing up to give the cheerleaders room to sit as the groups traded places on the ice. 

You pulled the door open, allowing your mates to go in before entering yourself, coming up to Abby before even considering capping your skates. “Good luck, Abs.” You smiled, face glowing in a sheen of sweat and pure joy as you looked up at her. “You’re gonna do great.” 

Abby smiled down at you, cupping your face in her gloved hands as she pressed a deep kiss to your lips, intentionally drawing it out to annoy the girls who now sat sulking on the second row of benches. Her lips tasted like cinnamon and honey, something you’d grown to love about the woman, her unusual taste in chapstick- and how you never knew what you’d get. “Thank you, pretty girl.” She hummed, pressing another short kiss to your lips before Nora practically dragged her out onto the ice- throwing her helmet to her blindly. 

“Don’t forget!” You called after her, your stupid tradition drawing a smile onto her lips as you recited the beginning of an age old cheer usually reserved for football- but with the force your girl brought to the ice, it felt fitting “Be aggressive.” 

Abby shook her head at you gingerly, mouthing it back before pushing her mouth guard into place and throwing her braid over her shoulder. A slight laugh bubbled in her chest as she got into position, awaiting the face-off. 

B-E aggressive.

dealer!ellie headcanons

a/n: because, like the rest of tumblr rn, i am obsessed with this concept! my asks are open as well so you can send requests <33

not proofread sorry!

she was known around campus as the dealer

if you weren't going to ellie, you weren't getting the good shit and you were most likely getting ripped off

she was mostly seen around at the frat parties even though she looked miserable the whole time but that's where she got the most business at

most of her clients were the frat boy, which she really hated, but the money made her power through

if you weren't the frat party type, though, you could easily find her number from literally anyone on campus and just schedule a meet-up

that's what you were doing right now

you didn't smoke too often but it was exam season and your calculus final was about to kick your ass

you needed to take the edge off somehow

dina gave you her phone number and you promptly texted her

it was a chilly november day, the leaves were falling all around you as you bounded up the stairs to a house

it was a cute brick house, one of the ones just outside of the campus but close enough that you knew college kids were staying there

you knock on the door and then clutch your arms to keep yourself somewhat warm

"coming!" you hear a voice on the other side and loud pounding

you assumed she was running to the door

the thought made you laugh a little bit to yourself

the door flew open and the smile dropped off your face as fast as it came on

you had never seen ellie, only heard of her around campus, and this was somehow not what you were expecting at all

her hair barely brushed her shoulder, a gray hoodie pulled over her torso with the string lopsided

her face was slightly red as she looked at you

even though the cold wind was whipping at your face, you were suddenly warming up

you decide to start the conversation so it's not silent anymore, "um.. are you ellie?"

she leans against the doorframe, "yes, i am. are you here to buy?"

you nod, fingering nervously playing with themselves, "uh, yeah, I am."

she smiles at your awkwardness, "come on in, sweet girl."

falling in love at a coffee shop [ELLIE W]

summary: the barista at the coffee shop has you in a grip. even though you hate coffee.

genre: fluff

w.c: 1.3k

a/n: this is my first time writing in a looonnngg time so sorry if its not that good! lmk if you want a part two <333

Coffee was disgusting. The bitter-tasting bean couldn't be covered up with even copious amounts of milk and sugar. You hated the way it hit your tongue, spreading over every single taste bud and lingering there. Your face pinched with every single splash of liquid. Dina rolled her eyes every time but you couldn't help it.

There were only two things that made you come back to the coffee shop day after day. The way it smelled was one of the two reasons. Even as a proclaimed coffee hater, you could admit the smell of the roasting beans was good.

The only other reason was the barista that was behind the counter. From the first day, Dina dragged you to this shop, your eyes were locked on the barista. She was in your opinion the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. The way her hair fell over her face as she ground the coffee beans and steamed the milk was like a piece of art to you.

You wondered if this was a normal thing to do. To put yourself through what you considered mental torture just so you could glance at the barista every couple of minutes.

Dina knocked your leg under the table once again. You grabbed your cup to stop it from spilling, "Dude, you're staring. Again." You finally peel your eyes away from the auburn-haired barista to look at your friend.

"Is it obvious?" You whisper and she rolls her eyes. Her expression is going to get stuck like that one day.

She puts her pen down, stopping her studying to look at you with a pinched expression, "You remind me of a man right now. Staring at the poor girl just trying to do her job," You lean back in your chair, nibbling at your bottom lip, "We have come here for the past four days, in a row might I add, so you can stare at her. I have spent over 30 dollars in four days on coffee! Stop being a pussy and ask her for her number!" She stares at you, waiting for your reply.

You shake your head. What kind of person does she take you for? Surely she knows you well enough to know that asking someone out is one of the things you would rather die than do. Dina groans at your reaction, rubbing her fingers on her temples to soothe the oncoming headache.

"I, like," You start to explain your side to your friend who has her head rolled back with an exasperated expression pulled on her features, "What if she doesn't like girls?"

Dina suddenly cackles loudly at that, "She has a fucking forearm tattoo!" She noisily replied. The coffee shop patrons turn to look at your table. Dina just smiles at them.

You could crawl up and die.

You peer over your shoulder to see the barista looking at you two with an amused expression. When she catches your eyes she chuckles and goes back to steaming the cup of milk in front of her.

Dina doesn't look the slightest bit remorseful. She even looks a bit proud of herself, "Well, at least she knows we are talking about her now."

"I'm literally going to end your life."

---

You should've ended Dina's life when you threatened it a couple days ago. It could've saved you from facing the same coffee shop alone.

About 15 minutes ago you received a text message from your friend, one that you wish you didn't read until it was too late.

FROM. DI &lt;3 bought some coffee to-go but im studying sooooo hard rn… pick it up for me?

TO. DI &lt;3 no

FROM. DI &lt;3 please :( please :( please:(

please :(

Please.

PLEASEEEEE

TO. DI &lt;3 if i go get it will u shut tf up?

FROM. DI &lt;3 THANK U!!! btw it's under ur name so hot barista knows who u are hehe MWAH!!

You stood in front of the pickup area, fidgeting with your bracelet as you waited for the barista to make an appearance. You check your phone again to see it's been around 4 minutes since you arrived. There weren't any drinks on the mat so you could just grab and go, with no interaction at all. Sadly not. You began to wonder if the barista had decided to quit mid-shift as the minutes continuously went by with no view of her.

You turn around to look at the store hours on a sign sitting out front when the wooden floors creak behind you, "Oh?" You hear a voice.

You turn back around. It was her. Your heart felt like it was about to fall out at the sight of her. She had her auburn hair up in a half-bun and her t-shirt had rolled-up sleeves, showing off her sleek muscles. If you didn't know any better you would've thought you were having a heart attack from how your chest feels.

She looked at you with confusion plastered over her features, "Can I help you?" Her voice was the perfect mix of gravelly and deep. It was perfect. She was perfect in your eyes.

"Um," You scratch your arm nervously, "My friend said she put a to-go order in under my name."

Her laugh catches you off-guard. Your eyes shift around the small shop as you wait for her to explain her sudden onslaught of giggles. Tears prick the side of her eyes as she continues to laugh.

"Uh…" She calms down slightly, holding her stomach, "We don't do to-go orders. Your friend definitely lied to you about that but I can just take your order if you want me to?"

You really should kill Dina when the chance arises. Tonight does seem like a perfect night to become a murderer.

You snap out of your thoughts. Deciding to be a normal person, you reply with a smile, "Yeah… that works too," She motions you to come over to the register, "Can I just get a-"

She cuts you off, "Iced latte for you and an Americano for your friend?" She looks at your surprised face with a bashful smile, "I may not take the orders but I do make them and well… you and your friend have ordered the same thing the past four times. Now five."

You let out a small laugh, "We are both creatures of habit."

She nods, "Me as well," She licks her bottom lip, leaning on the counter, "What's the name of the order?"

She smiles as she gets your name, writing it down on the cups, "You have a pretty name. It will only take me a couple minutes to make these so you can sit if you want to."

You nod as she turns her back to you but you can't help but feel ecstatic at her calling your name pretty. Was this flirting? Or was this just normal conversation? God, this sort of stuff flew right over your head. The last time anyone said anything about you was pretty was when you first met Dina around four months ago. She said your hair was pretty as she sat down next to you in class. But this felt different. Maybe it's because of how undeniably you were attracted to this barista. It made your head spin as you went over the interaction a million different times.

Her calling your name out is the only thing that snaps you out of overthinking.

"Here you go," She hands you the drinks with a smile, "Hope they are good."

You take them, "They always are," She rubs the back of her neck at your words, "Thank you! See you later?"

Was that weird to say?

"Yeah, see you later."

Maybe not.

As you make your way out of the shop, you look down at your iced latte to take a sip when you notice black sharpie on the top.

In awful chicken scratch handwriting was the message of your dreams.

Call me? Ellie xx

With her number right beside her name.

Maybe Dina's shenanigans weren't always bad. She gets spared another day.

next part

spoiled bratty reader x dealer ellie??

cw: modern!au, ellie lowkey hating you, you lowkey hating ellie, it works out though lol, anxiety mentions, the reader is a bit of a bitch, no smut or anything but if you want a second part just lmk hehe

a/n: thanks for requesting! sorry this took so long!!!!

whenever ellie williams was around you were intensely annoyed

it wasn't even like she did too much other than go to class and deal on the weekends

but something about her demeanor set you off

she always wore these ripped jeans and a baggy shirt, her hair thrown up without a care in the world

smelling like weed and a hint of... orange? it threw you off every time

you had the dishonor of sitting near her in your intro to poetry class, which you only took to get the final credits you needed to go into your higher levels

you have no idea why she chose to sit next to you that first day

the two of you already had a sort of... spat in your dorm room just days before the first poetry class

your roommate, love her to death but this annoyed you, had a tendency to invite over her friends without notifying you

you didn't plan on seeing a girl sitting on your bed with a joint in her hand

"dina, why is there a random girl sitting on my bed?" your voice was laced with venom as you glared at the girl

the random scoffed, sliding off and handing dina the joint, "sorry, didn't know you would be such a cunt about it. i was just doing a deal."

dina laughed awkwardly at the interaction knowing your personality, "ellie... let's go to the cafeteria!"

"did you just call me a cunt?" you crossed your arms eyes widening at the gall of the girl in front of you

"sure did, baby." she swoops by you throwing her arm around dina and leaving the room

you tried not to let it bother you but it did

your bed smelled like her

how long was she sitting on it?

it had to be a while if her fucking smell lingered

you were so annoyed at this situation

you wished you had ripped into her more when she was still here

but you didn't so now you sit next to her in this stupid class you have zero interest in

ellie had a bad habit of bouncing her leg in the class

it shook the table the two of you sat at making it hard for you to write anything

"can you fucking stop?" you hissed at her under your breath

she rolled her eyes, "what? stop having anxiety?"

you wanted to wring her neck out

"bouncing your leg," your hand shot out and placed it over her thigh, stopping the shaking, "god. you are so annoying."

you somehow missed the blush rising under her freckles

the next time you saw her she was in your room again but this time sat on dina's bed

glad she learned her lesson

when you walked into the hazy room, ellie stuck out a joint, "wanna smoke with us?"

you pinch your face, "no. i don't smoke." your voice is flat without any sort of emotion

ellie laughed at that, "you are such a princess."

god you couldn't stand her

but she couldn't stand you either

something about the way you carried yourself made her want to throw up

so prissy, always sticking your nose up at everything

but that being said she was shocked when your hand settled on her thigh to keep her leg still

it stayed there for the rest of the class

her heart was pounding

mind racing with all sorts of thoughts

you were so spoiled... so rude

ellie decided in that moment she wanted you

she wondered if she was some sort of masochist or something

trying to pursue her friends' snotty roommate

dina told her to go for it, always supportive of her friend, even if it was a shitty idea

ellie started to show up in your room more and more

she began to get you in her spell

like she was practicing witchcraft or something

you hated how you began to laugh at her idiotic jokes

you hated how when you got out of class you rushed home so you could catch her just to say some bitchy remark

she always replied with a quip that had you blushing

but you especially hated how you started to put in effort on the days of your poetry class

makeup, copious amounts of perfume, and a nice outfit

ellie took notice of your sudden shift of behavior as well

one day in class she leaned over to you, whispering so the professor didn't catch on, "you trying to look good for me or do you have a date?"

it was a simple jab but it shook you to your core

she found you out

you whisper back, "uh, i, no.. no date but-"

she pushes you slightly, "just fuckin' with ya." turning her body back to the front fully

maybe you did still hate ellie williams

hello! im a new ellie writer named cherry!

i am taking requests rn for headcanons and other things!

i am comfortable writing smut but it will most likely be in headcanon form so if you request that be aware!!

excited to start writing more and more for you guys MWAH (*≧▽≦)

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updated march 14th, 2023

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headcanons/short blurbs:

ellie with a strap (nsfw)

dealer! ellie

ellie x bimbo! reader (nsfw)

dealer! ellie x good girl reader part two

dealer! ellie x spoiled reader part two

bimbo cheerleader reader x football player! ellie

reader dealing with panic attacks

social ellie that gets awkward around reader

crybaby! reader x ellie

bubbly! reader x ellie

bookstore worker! reader x coffee shop! ellie

lead singer! reader x guitarist! ellie

ellie with a sensitive reader

fics:

falling in love at a coffee shop

one two three

monster mash