if you’re interested in Byler fanfiction, i just published my first two chapters on AO3 😁😁 it’s unhinged, has angst, CONSENT , a lot of pining, and a slow burn with sexual content, so if that’s what u like, here’s the link:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: you’ve liked this girl for years, and after getting cast in the school play— with her as the other main lead— you decide to finally make a move.
⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: high school au, reader has a massive crush on ellie, men dni, fluff, angst if u squint, kissing, cute moments, theatre class, making out, etc.
𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog, comment & give me feedback. hope you enjoy:)
You’ve had a crush on the same girl since the 9th grade.
Her name was Ellie Williams.
She was new— and had a sense of humor that immediately captivated your classmates.
The moment you saw her—tomboy fit, adorable freckles and all charm— you fell for her. And you fell hard.
The downfall was that you never spoke to her. Ever. Unless we counted the time she asked everyone for a paper, and you were the only one with a spare.
When her eyes collided with yours for the very first time, your heart had stopped. Your hands had turned clammy from the sudden attention. You couldn’t even meet her eye when she asked for a paper.
And when you handed her the sheet of paper, head down, you felt her hand slightly brush yours. You left that day feeling all giddy and hopeful.
However, that was the only moment between you both for a while.
During the beginning of sophomore year, Ellie got a girlfriend.
She was one of the insufferable girls, one of which who befriended Ellie from the start. She had been stuck to her from the start. And you hated it.
Your heart had shattered when you witnessed them sitting together during lunch. Alone. Hands clasped together.
You cried yourself to sleep that night, wondering why the universe had chosen to punish you.
In the end of sophomore year, they broke up. The reason was unknown.
The minute you heard about it, your heart had started beating rapidly. You had a chance. An actual chance.
And after that summer, you had a goal in mind. Confess your feelings to Ellie.
You had worked on yourself all summer, finding ways to strengthen your confidence and improve your appearance.
It wasn’t only to impress Ellie— but to impress yourself. You always had your head down at school, avoiding any attention. But this year, that had to change.
At the start of junior year, the school announced a new theatre play.
It was a fantasy. With a main female princess protagonist. You had a lot of experience in theatre— so you decided to audition.
“The roles are out!” Your friend squealed, pulling you through the crowded halls. You barely even registered what she said.
That was until you stared right at the paper stuck on the bulletin board.
“Y/n L/n———> Eva Starling”
You gasped. You got the role.
You’re the main female protagonist.
Your friend squealed, shaking your shoulders. “Holy shit— you got it!”
But your heart had stopped when your gaze dropped at the rest of the names.
“Ellie Williams ——> Walter Hastings”
Oh my god.
She’s the knight.
She’s the knight the princess has a secret relationship with.
How on earth were you going to face her?!
Even worse, the princess and knight kiss three times in the entire play.
You face palmed, tugging your friend away from the crowd.
“This is terrible.” You gritted out. This was worse than you expected. Daniella frowned, glancing around them before whispering.
“Girl—what do you mean? This is perfect for the plan.” She grinned. You groaned, shaking her shoulders this time. “It’s not. I can’t face her. Even worse— kiss her!”
Daniella wasn’t listening. “You’re going to make it work.” She smiled. “You just need to somehow seduce her with those kisses.”
Your nose scrunched. “Seduce her? I’ve never kissed anyone in my life.” You exclaimed, in disbelief.
Her hand came down to pat your shoulder. “Just use some tongue and…oh.” She paused.
Frowning, you snapped your fingers in front of her face. “What?”
A mischievous smirk spread across her lips. “You could always practice with her.”
A scoff left your lips. But the idea kind of…interested you. Kissing Ellie. That sounds like heaven.
Sending your friend a little grin, she giggled and intertwined your arms. “God. I’m actually a genius.”
The first day of rehearsal was nerve wracking.
You tried to look your best. Ellie was going to be here. And she did, with her hair tied in a messy ponytail and figure engulfed in a hoodie and ripped jeans.
She looked good—even if it looked like she barely tried. Compared to her, with your black skirt, burgundy off-the-shoulder jumper, tights and uggs—you looked overdressed. Your hair was styled into two braids, dark red ribbons tied around them.
You hoped Ellie would send you a glance today.
And she did. Well, you had to rehearse your lines in front of the teacher.
You tried to ignore the way your cheeks flushed when her eyes never left yours during the scene. She had such an intense gaze. It intimidated you.
After you had finished your part, with your throat dry and nerves about to combust, the teacher announced the end of rehearsal. You rushed to pack your things, wanting to go grab an iced water immediately.
Whirling around, with too much force and little time to comprehend who had stopped behind you, you collided into someone’s chest.
You gasped, instantly pulling away. “Oh—I’m sorry.” You rushed out. But your whole body stopped its frantic movements when you noticed the person.
“Nah, don’t worry about it.”
The freckled girl giggled.
Gosh that smile killed you.
You froze. Why was she right next to you?
You waited till she started talking.
“Do you want to skip class?”
“What?” You immediately exclaimed. A bit too fast. Ellie was caught off guard.
She chuckled nervously. “With me. Do you want to skip class with me?”
You turned rigid. Ellie was asking you to skip class with her. What the hell.
Skipping class was terrible. You never did that type of stuff. But this was a one time chance on trying to get closer to Ellie.
After a long beat of silence, you nodded.
“Sure. That’d be fun.” You smiled.
Hesitantly nodding, Ellie gestured to the bleachers outside. “I usually sit behind the bleachers.”
You followed her, nervously glancing around the huge land filled with little amount of students.
Once she pulled you behind the bleachers, away from the sun’s intense rays, you sat down on the grass beside her.
She let out a deep exhale, slouching back. You awkwardly glanced at the side of her face, puzzled on what to do now. She wasn’t talking. Was this what she did every time?
Ellie finally looked at you. Really looked at you.
“So what’s the deal with you?”
You quirked up, frowning at her question.
“What?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “You’re so quiet. All these years, and I’ve neverheard anything about you.”
Nervously chuckling, you tilted your head to face forward. “I don’t get involved in…drama.”
“Drama?” She scoffed.
It was your turn to shrug your shoulders.
“Yeah. I don’t steal partners. I don’t date anyway— I’m practically unknown.”
“Yet here you are. Skipping class with the Ellie Williams.” The auburnette snickered, moving closer. You awkwardly nodded, briefly glancing at her.
Gosh, you were acting so weird.
Just look at her damnit.
“Are you intimidated?” Ellie exhaled in disbelief, noticing your closed off posture.
However, she was closer now. Her knee brushing yours.
This is it. Do it!
Your eyes finally met hers. “Can you kiss me?”
Shit. That was wrong. Redo that.
Ellie’s eyes widened. A shade of pink creeping up on her cheeks.
“Geez, right to the—”
You held up your hands to cut her off. “I meant— Could we practicekissing?”
The freckled girl raised a brow.
Oh, right.
“For the play!” You say all too loudly. Too enthusiastic. You messed up badly.
There was a deafening silence. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You practically heard it in your ear. You messed it up. You messed up all your chances in ever getting with this girl.
“Yeah, sure.” She stuttered out, looking away to hide that blush you spotted.
You couldn’t fight the smile that crept up your face. Ellie tucked a few hair strands behind her ear. She cleared her throat.
“Now?”
You shrugged. “I don’t mind—”
“Good.”
Ellie grabbed your face, and before you know it, her lips are moving against yours.
Your eyes snapped shut, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach at the sultry sound of the kiss. Naturally, you move closer, cupping her cheeks to pull her into you.
Her lips mold into yours, sucking on your bottom lip. Tilting your head slightly, Ellie takes it as her cue to deepen the kiss.
You hoped no one would catch you both. With your arms now around her neck, and her hands on your waist, it’d be a shame if someone caught you.
Her lashes brushed against your cheek, making you realize just what you were doing.
You were making out with Ellie Williams.
Ellie.
A small whine slipped past her lips when she pulled away to breathe. She slammed her lips against yours immediately. Her tongue briefly entered your mouth, rubbing.
When you moaned, she pulled away. A thin string of saliva connected you both.
You nervously wiped at your lips.
Ellie panted. “Well..I wouldn’t mind helping you again.” She grinned.
That day, you went back home and screamed into your pillow. There was no way that was real.
The next week, you never went up to her again. You never got the courage to do so.
She was never alone! Someone was always around her. At. every. single. moment.
And when you were at rehearsal, the teacher would skip the kissing scenes, announcing that it would be uncomfortable to keep repeating it. You and Ellie’s eyes always met in those moments.
But nothing came out of it. She never spoke to you. However, your friends would always whisper that she was staring. And sometimes, you’d catch her staring at you from across the class.
Ellie wasn’t slick with it. Though, you hoped she’d come up to you.
But she never did.
Fast forward, it was the week before winter break. You were irritated. Beyond angry.
You didn’t want your so-called connection with Ellie to continue disintegrating. Rehearsal was a lost cause. The peer pressure from the teacher was distracting you both from actually interacting.
So, you resorted to some cliche stuff.
You bought a candy cane from the school committee. It was a whole thing where the candy canes could be distributed to the person in class. To be fair, a message is attached to the candy cane. You didn’t want it to be anonymous.
Ellie might not think it was you.
On the last day before break, a fake Santa Clause came into the classroom. Ellie and three other students were given a candy cane. You didn’t mind not getting one.
The auburnette frowned when her name was called. Taking it from the creepy Santa, Ellie didn’t let any of her friends peek at the message attached. She swatted Jesse’s face away.
When the teacher told them off, she snickered at their annoyed faces. Quickly, but carefully, she opened the folded paper.
𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉?
- 𝐸𝓋𝒶 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔:)
A smirk curved on her lips. Slowly, she looked up from the paper, and stared right at you.
You were already peering back at her from your seat, a small smile on your face.
Ellie’s friends followed her gaze, and they all turned to your direction. Some eyes widened. Some jaws dropped.
She blew you a kiss, along with a nod.
That smile was to die for. You might’ve just melted at the spot.
You probably did.
She began to unwrapped the plastic around the candy cane, and popped it in her mouth. Ellie nibbled the candy down, and ignored the hushed questions around her.
When the bell rang, her friends ganged up around her table, all demanding answers.
“Since when?”
“Did you hide this from us?”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
And it kept going.
But she only stood up, and walked over to you. You were fixing up your skirt in your seat, attention away from the crowd. Almost purposely.
Your friends noticed her presence, and all scooted away.
Glancing up, your eyes widened at the close proximity of her face.
She grinned down at your flustered state.
“So,” She pulled out a chair in front of you, sitting backwards on it. She leaned her forearms on the backrest, eyeing you with an amused narrowed gaze. She pulled the candy cane out.
“What do you know about arcades?”
I hope you enjoyed this short one shot!! It was really fun to write:)
also I barely proofread this so if there’s mistakes I deeply apologize lol😓😁
Candy Cane Wishes ft. (ellie williams x fem!reader)
> you’ve liked this girl for years, and after getting cast in the school play— with her as the other main lead— you decide to finally make a move.
Save the UGGs! ft. (ski instructor!ellie x bratty fem!reader)
>Your family forced you to go to their yearly ski trip with them. however, the ski instructor seemed to have grown fond of you ever since you forced her to carry you around, in hopes of not ruining ur new uggs.
MINE TO LOVE ft. (ellie williams x fem!reader)
>even before dating ellie, you’ve always been a little too possessive. what happens when your girlfriend’s touchy best friend comes to visit?
Vanilla Cream ft.( ellie williams x fem!reader)
> ellie is basically a freak (only for you) and interrupts your daily nighttime skincare routine.
Don’t be shy ft. (ellie williams x fem!reader)
> aquarium date with your girlfriend ellie, but other women just can’t seem to keep their hands off your woman!
⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: you’ve liked this girl for years, and after getting cast in the school play— with her as the other main lead— you decide to finally make a move.
⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: high school au, reader has a massive crush on ellie, men dni, fluff, angst if u squint, kissing, cute moments, theatre class, making out, etc.
𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog, comment & give me feedback. hope you enjoy:)
You’ve had a crush on the same girl since the 9th grade.
Her name was Ellie Williams.
She was new— and had a sense of humor that immediately captivated your classmates.
The moment you saw her—tomboy fit, adorable freckles and all charm— you fell for her. And you fell hard.
The downfall was that you never spoke to her. Ever. Unless we counted the time she asked everyone for a paper, and you were the only one with a spare.
When her eyes collided with yours for the very first time, your heart had stopped. Your hands had turned clammy from the sudden attention. You couldn’t even meet her eye when she asked for a paper.
And when you handed her the sheet of paper, head down, you felt her hand slightly brush yours. You left that day feeling all giddy and hopeful.
However, that was the only moment between you both for a while.
During the beginning of sophomore year, Ellie got a girlfriend.
She was one of the insufferable girls, one of which who befriended Ellie from the start. She had been stuck to her from the start. And you hated it.
Your heart had shattered when you witnessed them sitting together during lunch. Alone. Hands clasped together.
You cried yourself to sleep that night, wondering why the universe had chosen to punish you.
In the end of sophomore year, they broke up. The reason was unknown.
The minute you heard about it, your heart had started beating rapidly. You had a chance. An actual chance.
And after that summer, you had a goal in mind. Confess your feelings to Ellie.
You had worked on yourself all summer, finding ways to strengthen your confidence and improve your appearance.
It wasn’t only to impress Ellie— but to impress yourself. You always had your head down at school, avoiding any attention. But this year, that had to change.
At the start of junior year, the school announced a new theatre play.
It was a fantasy. With a main female princess protagonist. You had a lot of experience in theatre— so you decided to audition.
“The roles are out!” Your friend squealed, pulling you through the crowded halls. You barely even registered what she said.
That was until you stared right at the paper stuck on the bulletin board.
“Y/n L/n———> Eva Starling”
You gasped. You got the role.
You’re the main female protagonist.
Your friend squealed, shaking your shoulders. “Holy shit— you got it!”
But your heart had stopped when your gaze dropped at the rest of the names.
“Ellie Williams ——> Walter Hastings”
Oh my god.
She’s the knight.
She’s the knight the princess has a secret relationship with.
How on earth were you going to face her?!
Even worse, the princess and knight kiss three times in the entire play.
You face palmed, tugging your friend away from the crowd.
“This is terrible.” You gritted out. This was worse than you expected. Daniella frowned, glancing around them before whispering.
“Girl—what do you mean? This is perfect for the plan.” She grinned. You groaned, shaking her shoulders this time. “It’s not. I can’t face her. Even worse— kiss her!”
Daniella wasn’t listening. “You’re going to make it work.” She smiled. “You just need to somehow seduce her with those kisses.”
Your nose scrunched. “Seduce her? I’ve never kissed anyone in my life.” You exclaimed, in disbelief.
Her hand came down to pat your shoulder. “Just use some tongue and…oh.” She paused.
Frowning, you snapped your fingers in front of her face. “What?”
A mischievous smirk spread across her lips. “You could always practice with her.”
A scoff left your lips. But the idea kind of…interested you. Kissing Ellie. That sounds like heaven.
Sending your friend a little grin, she giggled and intertwined your arms. “God. I’m actually a genius.”
The first day of rehearsal was nerve wracking.
You tried to look your best. Ellie was going to be here. And she did, with her hair tied in a messy ponytail and figure engulfed in a hoodie and ripped jeans.
She looked good—even if it looked like she barely tried. Compared to her, with your black skirt, burgundy off-the-shoulder jumper, tights and uggs—you looked overdressed. Your hair was styled into two braids, dark red ribbons tied around them.
You hoped Ellie would send you a glance today.
And she did. Well, you had to rehearse your lines in front of the teacher.
You tried to ignore the way your cheeks flushed when her eyes never left yours during the scene. She had such an intense gaze. It intimidated you.
After you had finished your part, with your throat dry and nerves about to combust, the teacher announced the end of rehearsal. You rushed to pack your things, wanting to go grab an iced water immediately.
Whirling around, with too much force and little time to comprehend who had stopped behind you, you collided into someone’s chest.
You gasped, instantly pulling away. “Oh—I’m sorry.” You rushed out. But your whole body stopped its frantic movements when you noticed the person.
“Nah, don’t worry about it.”
The freckled girl giggled.
Gosh that smile killed you.
You froze. Why was she right next to you?
You waited till she started talking.
“Do you want to skip class?”
“What?” You immediately exclaimed. A bit too fast. Ellie was caught off guard.
She chuckled nervously. “With me. Do you want to skip class with me?”
You turned rigid. Ellie was asking you to skip class with her. What the hell.
Skipping class was terrible. You never did that type of stuff. But this was a one time chance on trying to get closer to Ellie.
After a long beat of silence, you nodded.
“Sure. That’d be fun.” You smiled.
Hesitantly nodding, Ellie gestured to the bleachers outside. “I usually sit behind the bleachers.”
You followed her, nervously glancing around the huge land filled with little amount of students.
Once she pulled you behind the bleachers, away from the sun’s intense rays, you sat down on the grass beside her.
She let out a deep exhale, slouching back. You awkwardly glanced at the side of her face, puzzled on what to do now. She wasn’t talking. Was this what she did every time?
Ellie finally looked at you. Really looked at you.
“So what’s the deal with you?”
You quirked up, frowning at her question.
“What?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “You’re so quiet. All these years, and I’ve neverheard anything about you.”
Nervously chuckling, you tilted your head to face forward. “I don’t get involved in…drama.”
“Drama?” She scoffed.
It was your turn to shrug your shoulders.
“Yeah. I don’t steal partners. I don’t date anyway— I’m practically unknown.”
“Yet here you are. Skipping class with the Ellie Williams.” The auburnette snickered, moving closer. You awkwardly nodded, briefly glancing at her.
Gosh, you were acting so weird.
Just look at her damnit.
“Are you intimidated?” Ellie exhaled in disbelief, noticing your closed off posture.
However, she was closer now. Her knee brushing yours.
This is it. Do it!
Your eyes finally met hers. “Can you kiss me?”
Shit. That was wrong. Redo that.
Ellie’s eyes widened. A shade of pink creeping up on her cheeks.
“Geez, right to the—”
You held up your hands to cut her off. “I meant— Could we practicekissing?”
The freckled girl raised a brow.
Oh, right.
“For the play!” You say all too loudly. Too enthusiastic. You messed up badly.
There was a deafening silence. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You practically heard it in your ear. You messed it up. You messed up all your chances in ever getting with this girl.
“Yeah, sure.” She stuttered out, looking away to hide that blush you spotted.
You couldn’t fight the smile that crept up your face. Ellie tucked a few hair strands behind her ear. She cleared her throat.
“Now?”
You shrugged. “I don’t mind—”
“Good.”
Ellie grabbed your face, and before you know it, her lips are moving against yours.
Your eyes snapped shut, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach at the sultry sound of the kiss. Naturally, you move closer, cupping her cheeks to pull her into you.
Her lips mold into yours, sucking on your bottom lip. Tilting your head slightly, Ellie takes it as her cue to deepen the kiss.
You hoped no one would catch you both. With your arms now around her neck, and her hands on your waist, it’d be a shame if someone caught you.
Her lashes brushed against your cheek, making you realize just what you were doing.
You were making out with Ellie Williams.
Ellie.
A small whine slipped past her lips when she pulled away to breathe. She slammed her lips against yours immediately. Her tongue briefly entered your mouth, rubbing.
When you moaned, she pulled away. A thin string of saliva connected you both.
You nervously wiped at your lips.
Ellie panted. “Well..I wouldn’t mind helping you again.” She grinned.
That day, you went back home and screamed into your pillow. There was no way that was real.
The next week, you never went up to her again. You never got the courage to do so.
She was never alone! Someone was always around her. At. every. single. moment.
And when you were at rehearsal, the teacher would skip the kissing scenes, announcing that it would be uncomfortable to keep repeating it. You and Ellie’s eyes always met in those moments.
But nothing came out of it. She never spoke to you. However, your friends would always whisper that she was staring. And sometimes, you’d catch her staring at you from across the class.
Ellie wasn’t slick with it. Though, you hoped she’d come up to you.
But she never did.
Fast forward, it was the week before winter break. You were irritated. Beyond angry.
You didn’t want your so-called connection with Ellie to continue disintegrating. Rehearsal was a lost cause. The peer pressure from the teacher was distracting you both from actually interacting.
So, you resorted to some cliche stuff.
You bought a candy cane from the school committee. It was a whole thing where the candy canes could be distributed to the person in class. To be fair, a message is attached to the candy cane. You didn’t want it to be anonymous.
Ellie might not think it was you.
On the last day before break, a fake Santa Clause came into the classroom. Ellie and three other students were given a candy cane. You didn’t mind not getting one.
The auburnette frowned when her name was called. Taking it from the creepy Santa, Ellie didn’t let any of her friends peek at the message attached. She swatted Jesse’s face away.
When the teacher told them off, she snickered at their annoyed faces. Quickly, but carefully, she opened the folded paper.
𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉?
- 𝐸𝓋𝒶 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔:)
A smirk curved on her lips. Slowly, she looked up from the paper, and stared right at you.
You were already peering back at her from your seat, a small smile on your face.
Ellie’s friends followed her gaze, and they all turned to your direction. Some eyes widened. Some jaws dropped.
She blew you a kiss, along with a nod.
That smile was to die for. You might’ve just melted at the spot.
You probably did.
She began to unwrapped the plastic around the candy cane, and popped it in her mouth. Ellie nibbled the candy down, and ignored the hushed questions around her.
When the bell rang, her friends ganged up around her table, all demanding answers.
“Since when?”
“Did you hide this from us?”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
And it kept going.
But she only stood up, and walked over to you. You were fixing up your skirt in your seat, attention away from the crowd. Almost purposely.
Your friends noticed her presence, and all scooted away.
Glancing up, your eyes widened at the close proximity of her face.
She grinned down at your flustered state.
“So,” She pulled out a chair in front of you, sitting backwards on it. She leaned her forearms on the backrest, eyeing you with an amused narrowed gaze. She pulled the candy cane out.
“What do you know about arcades?”
I hope you enjoyed this short one shot!! It was really fun to write:)
also I barely proofread this so if there’s mistakes I deeply apologize lol😓😁
⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: gwen stacy is your girlfriend, but being in a relationship with a superhero had its ups and downs.
⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: fluff, some mature content, men or minors dni, infamous superhero, a bit of angst if u squint, ballet, girlfriend!gwen x fem!reader and lowk short, cute moments.
𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog, comment & give me feedback. hope you enjoy:)
Ballet practice felt weird without your girlfriend, Gwen, there to secretly crack jokes into your ear every time the teacher looked away.
She was out. Saving the city from another villain who ended up in the wrong universe.
It was hard being in a relationship this… different from the norm.
But you’d do anything for Gwen—even if it meant having to endure her sudden absences. Hell— she was saving the city after all.
After dance practice, you rushed to get out of your leotard and pointe shoes. The subway wasn’t going to wait for you. So, you bolted after putting on your sneakers, hair now out of the messy bun and flowing from the wind.
Your dance bag shook violently as you practically jumped down the stairs in the station, just about making it into the subway as the door closed. You exhaled a deep, shaky breath from the distance you’d had just ran. Fuck. That was horrible.
It was rare for you to do this nowadays. Your girlfriend usually carried you through the city until you reached home. But she was busy. Too busy for you.
You grasped the metal pole, heaving still. Your feet were aching from practice. Finally starting to calm down, the subway took a stop, and people invaded all corners of it. It was so warm.
It felt suffocating. Great.
Trying your best to not touch anyone, you pulled out your phone. Gwen still hadn’t called.
You scrolled through social media until you got off the subway. The station was filled, rush hour taking a toll on the traffic.
Groaning at the sight of a banner announcing your train being late, you stood in a random spot. People passed by you in a frenzy, eager to get to their destination.
You crossed your arms, watching as the subways picked up numerous passengers.
Until your phone rang.
Raising a brow, you pulled it out of your pocket. Your brows raised at the caller ID.
It was Gwen.
You answered it, smiling immediately. “Hey, babe.”
“Hi.” She drawled. It sounded like she was swinging through the city. The sound of her webs shooting out made you smile. You missed clinging to her when she web-zipped.
She cleared her throat, probably trying to sound less rough. “Where are you?”
“The subway station to get home.” You mumbled.
After a few seconds of silence and Gwen’s occasional web shooting, you hear her let out a sigh of relief through the phone.
“Found you.” She whispered.
You frowned, looking around the station. She wasn’t here.
“I don’t see—”
You feel a hand on your shoulder. Gasps were heard around you.
Whirling around, you’re met with your girlfriend— in all her Spider-Woman glory.
Oh my god.
“My lady.” She announced, in her fake deep voice. Her hand was outstretched, waiting for yours.
Everyone had stopped to stare at the scene. Spider-Woman was a superhero—but also perceived as a villain for some. She can’t be here for long before the police comes.
You chuckled slightly, and put your hand in hers. Her suit covered the actual feeling of her skin. Gwen’s spidey eyes cutely curved from the smile she had under the mask.
Citizens pulled out their phone, filming the superhero, emotions of amazement and shock travelling across their faces.
She suddenly pulled you into her arms, right into her neck. You sucked in a deep breath, feeling her muscle-toned arms wrap around your body.
She was shielding your face from the cameras.
“Sorry y’all, no pictures!” Spider-Woman yelled out— still in that fake deep voice.
Instantly, Gwen picked you up, and a long web shot out of her outstretched arm. In no time, she flung her whole body up, you in her arms.
The first time you ever did this, you screamed in horror. But now, awe was the only thing plastered on your face. The city was beautiful.
With your arms still around her neck, Gwen chuckled. “Did you miss me today?”
You giggled, tightening your hold. “Is that even a question?”
She continued to shoot her webs, zooming through the city until she reached your apartment. Landing on your balcony, she gently set you down.
“Careful.” She whispered when you slightly wobbled. Sliding your window open, you both crawled into your room.
The moment you both entered the room, she pulled her mask off.
Blonde hair with pink ends were released from the tight mask. You instantly hugged her, nuzzling your face into her neck, breathing in her familiar perfume.
She returned the embrace, her hands settling on your back. “I’m sorry about today. The villain, he came out of—”
You shushed her with a kiss. A deep one. She moaned against your lips. But you pulled away, pressing your forehead against hers. “It’s okay, Gwen.”
The blonde-haired girl let out a frustrated groan. “I promise to make it up to you.”
You quirked a brow. “Oh, really?”
She nodded, pulling you back into her arms. You hummed before smiling.
“Anything?”
Gwen’s frown faded away when you slowly led her to the bed. Once you sat down on the edge of it, looking up at her through your lashes, she grinned.
Sucking in a deep breath. “Anything for you.” She whispered before diving down, slamming her lips into yours.
Once your back had met the bed, and Gwen’s hands started grabbing at your breasts, you knew you were in for a long night.
Gwen would do anything to please you.
thank u for reading this short one shot of Gwen Stacy! It’s my first one and I honestly rlly enjoyed writing it. if there’s any mistakes I apologize I barely proofread this haha…😇
Save the UGGs! ft. ski instructor!ellie x bratty fem!reader
⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: Your family forced you to go to their yearly ski trip with them. however, the ski instructor seemed to have grown fond of you ever since you forced her to carry you around, in hopes of not ruining ur new uggs.
⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: minor or men dni, kissing, pining, it’s short and random, tension, mature content, reader is feral.
𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog, comment & give me feedback. hope you enjoy:)
You hated your family. Not literally. But right now, with your siblings and cousins causing a ruckus in the car, you wanted to die.
You were forced to go with them to this ski resort they adored during the winter. It’s your first time. Wanna know why? Because this year, all your friends had other plans. The nerve. Every winter, you’d travel with your friends to another country to escape the cold and party (and maybe find a girl to hook up with)
But now, with your headphones in, and a warm blanket around you, the impending doom of skiing was near.
You knew how to ski. It just wasn’t a passion of yours as it was for your family.
Your young cousin nudged your side rather harshly, causing you to grumble and take off your headphones.
“Sit the fuck down!” You screamed, pulling her down to sit properly. Your mother turned her head to shoot you an unimpressed look. “No swearing.”
You groaned out loud. “Why did she have to come with us? Aunt Amy could’ve kept her in their car.”
Your nagging meant nothing because the ride was almost over, and because your parents were suddenly ignoring your presence this winter. They had enough of you ruining ‘the christmas spirit’.
You scoffed, trying to get comfortable again in the car.
Soon, you arrived to the ski resort.
Well, you couldn’t deny, it was beautiful. And luxurious.
Your parents grabbed all the luggages from the trunk, and began making their way to the front door. However, they parked the car a little too far for your liking.
The whole damn way was covered in snow. You were wearing UGGs. Shit.
Being the last one in the car, you noticed all the other cars belonging to your aunts and uncles. They all walked into the foyer, with their actually-built-for-the-winter shoes covered in snow.
Did no one notice that you were still in the car?!
You opened your door, trying to look for someone to call. You had no wifi here, so you had to resort to yelling someone over.
A few minutes later, you noticed a person, with ski equipment, walking to the front door. You gasped, and started calling for them.
Waving at them, you beckoned them over.
“Please help! I can’t walk because of the snow!”
The person paused, slowly turning their helmet covered head to the noise. You couldn’t see their face because of the ski goggles and neck gaiter. They dropped their ski gear on a bench, and made their way over to you.
Sighing in relief, you thanked them. “Oh my god, thank you so much.”
The person, who you assumed was a man, took off their helmet and pulled up their goggles. You were stunned to be met with gorgeous sage-colored eyes. They slid their neck gaiter down, revealing the absolute beauty this woman was.
She smiled, her nose red from the snow.
You were speechless.
“Need help with what?” She drawled.
Fuck, even her voice was hot.
You regained your ability to think and speak. “I can’t walk in the snow.” You tried to put on a sweet smile, but her piercing gaze caused it to twitch.
She raised a brow. “You got a problem with your legs?” The woman glanced at the bottom half of your body.
You nervously giggled, shifting in your seat. “No. No. I just can’t ruin my shoes.” You pointed at the UGGs you wore, your christmas-themed socks also making an appearance.
The woman stared at you in disbelief. “That’s the problem?” She deadpanned.
You faked a horrified gasp. “Well, of course it is! These cost a fortune.” Your facade dropped when she leaned into the door frame. She had a ridiculously-hot smirk plastered across her face.
“Why wear them, anyway?” She glanced at the filled foyer. You crossed your arms, huffing. “Because I was forced to come here. With my annoying family.”
The woman could tell you were spoiled.
“Main point. I need help.” You pointed at her, and then at your UGGs. “Could you please carry me to the foyer?” You did your best in putting on a begging expression, pressing your hands together.
The woman contemplated, unsurely looking at your shoes. She ended up nodding, with a defeated sigh escaping her.
You squealed, your hands clapping from joy. “Thanks!” The woman shrugged her shoulders, taking your UGGs so that they don’t fall off your feet during the carry.
When you lifted your arms, the woman scooped you up with ease, in bridal style.
Your feet dangled, hands wrapping around her neck. “You saved me.”
She laughed, the sound so attractive you might’ve blushed. Her hand tightened around your back, prompting you to squirm a bit.
She was hot and strong.
Once you made it into the foyer, the woman set you down gently, placing the UGGs down for you to step into them. She even let you lean into her to help you put them on.
“Will I see you around?” You asked, checking her out shamelessly. The woman chuckled, her smile making you melt.
“I’m the ski instructor. I assume you will.”
Your eyes widened. A nervous giggle flowing through your lips. “Yeah. With the rest of my family too.” You gritted out, embarrassed to even be related to some of your cousins.
She sent you a curt nod before walking out.
The next few days, you always found yourself in the same room as the woman. During the breakfast buffets? She was there, wearing clothes other than her ski uniform.
During the day when u go out into the ski zone? She was there teaching your cousins how to ski.
Turns out, her name was Ellie Williams.
She once caught you ogling at her from a bench, a small smile finding itself on her lips.
And during dinner? She’d be wearing dress shirts, with the sleeves rolled up, exposing her tattoo and veiny hands.
You’d try to avoid her every time. However, your family always asked her to sit with them, thanking her for her help in skiing.
Tonight, Ellie sat across from you, in a deep conversation with your aunts. Her long legs were bumping yours because of the small table. You were staring at her. Rather intensely— you were sure she knew.
Her collarbone peeked through the dress shirt she wore. Her freckles.
You wondered where those freckles led to.
Glancing up to ogle at her face, your attention was on her lips, her eyes, her side profile. She was beautiful. Exactly your type.
When she chuckled, and turned her face towards your direction, your eyes darted down to your plate. You weren’t sure if she caught you.
Still looking down, you grabbed your spoon to dip it in the whipped cream of your hot chocolate. In the midst of bringing the spoon up to your lips, your eyes peered up.
Ellie was eyeing you with intense focus.
Her lips were parted, eyes fixed on your face, and then your lips.
Stunned, your eyes widened when she looked away, an amused grin spreading across her lips.
You swallowed the whipped cream, still staring the auburnette. When your eyes finally met again, you couldn’t deny the tension starting to appear.
The next thing you know—with an excuse to go fetch some alcohol for the family— you both landed on her bed, her lips crashing onto yours.
You moaned into the kiss when you felt her hands roam down your body. Her fingers soon dug into the waistband of your pants, sliding them down immediately.
She pulled away from your lips, her breathing ragged. “You didn’t hide it very well.”
You smiled, grabbing her collar, yanking her back down. “That was the plan.”
She grinned against your lips, her hand trailing downwards to finally relieve you of that painful throb.
When you both appeared the next morning at the breakfast buffet, your family already knew something was up when you had a bright smile across your face.
You never smiled this much ever.
With you and Ellie standing beside each other in line, they caught the auburnette playfully grab you by the waist and pull you into her.
A loud giggle came out of you. That sound was rare for them to hear.
And when you sat back down at the family table, with Ellie taking the seat next to you, your aunts and uncles glanced at you both in suspicion. You were always reserved, with a resting bitch face during the morning.
But today, your face was glowing unusually. Though, when you rested your hand on top of Ellie’s, and sent her a wink, they finally realized why you both never came back with the alcohol last night.
thank you for reading this short and honestly sooooo random oneshot 😛 it’s November the winter vibes r SO back.
creds to however made the banners ! Also I barely proofread this so if there’s mistakes I apologize😁🙏🙏🙏🙏
Just Abby or Ellie with a jealous and slightly possessive gf
MINE TO LOVE ft. ellie williams x fem!reader
⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: even before dating ellie, you’ve always been a little too possessive. what happens when your girlfriend’s touchy best friend comes to visit?
⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: men or minors dni, mature content, fingering, ellie!receiving, halloween, parties, kissing, drinking, bathroom sex, overly possessive!reader, jealousy, fluff, a bit of angst, cursing…
𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog, comment & give me feedback. this is was request! hope you enjoy:)
You’ve known Ellie since the moment you stepped foot in your college dorm.
Like they always say, you were roommates..and now, you’re dating. The college campus wasn’t huge, everyone knew or heard about each other.
It’s long been known that you were the captain of the cheerleading group, and she was the famous young rockstar in town.
You both weren’t actually opposites like everyone else stated. Behind closed doors, the shy and sweet one, was Ellie. The person she’d comfort and snuggle into her arms was you. You were always overthinking, always pissed off by any insignificant conversation with freshmen, and lastly, so possessive.
Possessiveness was a trait Ellie quickly noted when she befriended you in freshman year. You’d always get jealous of her friends and shoved off anyone who got all touchy.
But a particular event that triggered the possessiveness was the night you began dating. There was a frat party. You rarely went to these illogical parties, even your own friends knew that.
But knowing that your roommate and friend, Ellie, was going with her friends, it led to you going. You wore a short burgundy sequin skirt with a white tube top and long boots.
You had also done some party makeup to get you a little excited. It didn’t work. But what did work, was Ellie’s reaction to your whole getup.
‘Holy shit’ was plastered across her face. It looked like she was about to utter a snarky remark, but zipped her mouth shut when you bent down to fix your boots.
It was intentional. And she fell for it.
Once your friends had picked you up, you later saw Ellie at the party. She was smoking with her group on the couch, drink in the other hand, dark eyeliner smudged. You, on the other side of the room, pretended to enjoy dancing with your friends.
The smell of sweat, the feeling of sweaty bodies colliding into you, it was overwhelming. You felt that rage in you about to explode.
But that rage had suddenly another reason to burst. A girl was sitting on Ellie’s leg. Giggling like the idiot she was, she shared the same cig with Ellie.
Watching the whole scene play out in front of you, stood frozen in the dancing crowd, you felt flaming rage course through your veins. Ellie’s palm was on the girl’s hip. Her lips had parted to let the other girl take the blunt and press her lips on the same spot.
The next thing you do is stupid. But also deserving. You pulled away from the crowd. Laser lights shot different colored beams all over the room, music blasting in every corner.
However, where Ellie sat, the music is less prominent. Once the sound of your boots was heard, Ellie’s eyes darted to you.
You couldn’t stop yourself. Your palms landed on the girl practically on her lap, and slapped the cig out of her hand.
“Get the hell off.” The menacing gaze forced the girl to stand up. All of Ellie’s friends, who knew you, watched the scene in silence. They all knew who you were. Ellie had told them you were here.
They all gasped when she did, because why would the captain of cheer, who is too busy for these shitty parties, ever come here?
The girl gulped. You grimaced. “Don’t ever let me see you again.”
She frowned. “You’re not even —”
Shoving her off, the girl had responded with a dramatic yelp. You ignored her, your attention had shifted to the auburnette.
She was lazily grinning up at you, pupils dilated. You pushed away any thoughts and climbed to sit on her lap, both thighs on either side of her legs. Her own arms came to wrap around you.
You felt the weight of her dozen friends watching you when your fingers tangled in her hair, roughly tugging.
Immediately, you crashed your lips against hers. She moaned into your mouth.
All her friends and everyone around you erupted in whistles and shouts. The rockstar of town had instantly crumbled under you. She never crumbled.
Your arms wrapped around her neck. Her head tilted back, tongue brushing yours. Heat pooled in your stomach when her palm cupped your cheek, pulling you closer. She tasted divine. Even with the taste of her drink still lingering, she smelled and felt amazing.
Well, that night had ended in you both leaving the party, getting a cab—where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other— to get back to your dorms.
The moment she locked the door behind her, she led you to her room. A split second in, and her hands are all over you, tugging at the tight layers. Your arms wrapped around her neck, lips molded into hers. She was yours. Only yours.
When she started nudging at your top, you pulled away. She frowned. You couldn’t deny it— Ellie, even with her smudged eyeliner, looked adorable.
Trying to ignore the greed gnawing at you to consume her, you focused back on the moment.
Caressing her cheek, your finger twitched at the touch of her hot, soft skin. She was fully blushing.
Ellie Williams—known for her distant and cold attitude—squirmed under your brief touch.
You sighed, turning to the sight of her bed.
“If we do this,” You returned your gaze back to her face. “You’ll only belong to me.”
And that’s how it started.
Everyone assumed that you were one of Ellie’s one time flings—but the moment they saw you possessively keeping your hands on her…they got the message.
Ellie was yours, and only yours.
You’d come listen to her during band rehearsals, she’d come watch you during cheer practice.
It continued like that for a year.
Until a certain somebody decided to visit the country.
The first time you saw her, your eyes had widened. A black-haired girl wrapped her arms around Ellie. She was too comfortable. Too close.
You were instantly suspicious of her intentions.
What on earth was this girl doing?
You rushed towards them, nose scrunched.
“It’s so good to see you again.” The girl giggled, hands still on Ellie.
Once you reached them, you tapped Ellie’s shoulder. “Who’s this?” The auburnette jumped at your sudden appearance. She quickly introduced the girl to you.
“This is Isabella. She’s my best friend from home.” Ellie gave her an adorable smile, a smile you only saw.
Ugh. Best friend.
You waited for Isabella to greet you. After a few seconds of just staring at each other, Isabella broke the silence and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you..uhm?”
You shot Ellie a glare before plastering a sweet smile on your face. “Y/n. Her girlfriend.”
Isabella’s gaze flickered between you both. She gasped. “Oh! I never met one of Ellie’s girlfriends before.”
Your teeth gritted. Ellie’s whole energy flipped over.
Isabella continued to giggle. It was best you said nothing for now.
“Ellie, I’ll meet you at the dorms?” You squeeze her arm, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. This gentle action was just to cover up the storm brewing up in your head.
“Actually, I’m taking Isabella’s bags to my room.” She grabbed one of the girl’s bags.
You lifted a brow. “What?”
She sent you a confused look. “She’s sleeping in my room for the month.”
Oh my god—
“Okay.” You firmly nodded.
You’re going to beat that bitch up. She’ll never want to come back.
Ellie had put all of Isabella things in her room. You watched in agony as they conversed, Ellie’s face lighting up around her.
So, you decided to create a plan.
You dressed up in a silk pajama set Ellie loved on you, it’s size covering your curves. She always loved huge things on you, because the most satisfying part was ripping it off and revealing your actual body.
However, during dinner, you sat ignored as they spoke about things back home. Ellie only occasionally glanced at you when your fork scratched against the plate.
Disappointed, you went to your room without bidding Ellie a goodnight kiss. She didn’t even invite you to watch the movie with them.
You heard them laughing in the living room. Gosh, it killed you. You craved at least a bit of attention from your girlfriend. That’s normal, right?
After a few laughs and loud talking we’re being shared in the other room, you had enough.
Taking off the bra underneath your pjs, you opened your bedroom door. They sat in the dim room, still chatting, their backs to you.
You closed the door, reminding them of your existence. Walking to them, they couldn’t see you.
“You know, this guy’s actor broke character. They kept his actual reaction in.” You heard Ellie. Isabella obviously giggled back.
When your hand landed on her arm, Ellie’s attention turned towards you. She noticed what you were doing, and instantly welcomed you in.
She pulled you close, letting you curl into her arms. She was so warm. You melted, nuzzling your face in her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. Ellie’s fingers ran through your hair, brushing through strands, eliciting a satisfying sigh from you.
You forgot about Isabella.
Your arms wrapped around Ellie’s neck, your front pressing into her. She inhaled sharply, caught off guard by the feeling of your breasts through the fabric.
She stiffened, but tilted her head back when you began leaving kisses on her neck.
Ellie sent a worried look over to Isabella, who sat there awkwardly. You didn’t notice. Ellie’s hand came up to touch your cheek, trying to stop your lips from leaving her breathless. You didn’t notice.
Your lips suddenly sucked, causing Ellie to bite on her own to silence her moan. However, Ellie was loosing patience, still trying to pry you off.
Finally noticing her trying to push you away, you lifted your head and pecked her on the lips. It was a slow, deep and intense kiss. It left Ellie dumbfounded.
Good.
You pulled your head away, glancing at a silent Isabella. Her popcorn was untouched, eyes hard-set on the screen.
Pressing a finger to the auburnette’s collarbone, you whispered. “When you’re done with the movie, come to my room.”
Ellie hesitantly nodded. You grinned and got up from her lap, making your way back to your room.
An hour later, where you spent the whole time scrolling on insta, you heard Ellie come in. Putting down your phone, you smiled as she closed the door behind her.
Your gaze darkened when you noticed her outfit for bed. A sports bra and pj pants.
Her spiderman pjs made you giggle. “I love those pants on you.” The corner of Ellie’s lips curved upwards.
You sat up on your knees on the bed, eyes narrowing. “Take it off.”
She paused.
A few seconds of silence passed between you both. She nervously chuckled.“Okay..uh, right now?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
Ellie rubbed the back of her neck. “Can we do it another time?” Your face dropped.
She instantly noticed the change of expression and panicked. “I-Its nothing against you. I..uhm, promised Isa i’d be quick.”
“Why would you promise her that?” Your brows furrowed. “I’m your girlfriend.”
Ellie placed her hands on her hips. “She’s my best friend. I haven’t seen her in a while.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
The action prompted Ellie’s eyes to drop. A small smirk tugged at her lips. “I know what you were doing out there.” Her soft tone always had a way at hypnotizing you.
“No bra?..not so subtle.” Her eyes darted to the silk material doing nothing to hide your nipples. Her finger tucked a hair behind your ear.
You smiled. “I can flash you right now.”
She chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Good night, babe.”
Your smile faded as you watched her step out your room.
Two weeks of Ellie being busy with her old best friend had pushed you to the edge.
Seriously now.
Anyway, today is Halloween.
Of course, Ellie decided on going to the same party your friends were talking about all week. Overhearing her and Isabella discussing their costumes, your teeth gritted when the bitch wanted to match.
You found out they were both going as the joker.
However, when you watched them standing in the living room getting ready, Ellie was the one in a purple and black suit. Fake blood was dribbling down the corner of her lip. The suit itself was loose, showing off her collarbone, and had fake blood too. Isabella dressed in a purple corset and black skirt, matching Ellie’s color pattern.
Her tits were practically spilling out of the corset. What the fuck.
Both had their makeup done. Ellie didn’t know how to do hers well. So that means….
Your eyes narrowed when Ellie met your eye in the corridor, just as they were about to leave.
“You look cute.” You mumbled, approaching the two. Isabella watched in silence as you gripped the auburnette’s collar. Just as you were about to place a kiss on her lips, Ellie pulled away.
Your eyes widened.
“No kiss. It’ll ruin the lipstick, babe.” She grinned, squeezing your hip instead. “You staying in tonight?”
You nodded. “I guess.” You shot her a glare and walked back to the living room, without a single word.
You heard them leave when the door locked.
You jumped up from the couch as soon as the lock clicked and rushed to your room. Opening your closet, you pulled out the Harley Quinn inspired outfit you bought.
You did the famous red and blue messy makeup, red lipstick and fake blood. The ripped shirt and tiny red sparkly shorts were perfect.
Ellie always secretly hated when you dressed up like this at parties. Too revealing. But then again, she loved it at the same time.
Grabbing the hidden bat you bought, you put on black boots and left the apartment.
Let’s see if Isabella still has the guts to continue stealing Ellie from you.
The party was bustling with people, everyone dressed in costumes. It made it difficult to find anyone you knew.
“Y/n!”
Your head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing at your friends sitting on the bar stools. You made your way over.
“You actually came, bitch.” Your friend wrapped a lazy arm around your shoulder, handing you a drink. “It’s a miracle.” She laughed, downing her own drink.
You grinned. “Have you seen Ellie?”
They both hesitated. Lucy cleared her throat. “Are you fighting again?” She cautiously asked. You scoffed.
“No!”
They both sent you unimpressed looks at your little tantrum. You groaned. “We aren’t. But that friend of hers is getting on my last nerve.”
“We last saw them in the other room— over there.” She pointed at another room connected to this one. You nodded. “Thank you. Seriously.”
Walking towards the other corner, you grabbed a drink on the way. When you turned the corner, Ellie is the first person you notice.
Her whole friend group was gathered in this second living room. Dina was the first to notice you.
She gasped. “Holy shit. You look amazing!”
Ellie’s gaze darted up, eyes widening once she spotted you. You smiled at Dina, waved at Jesse and took calculated steps over.
Isabella sat at Ellie’s side, her tits suspiciously leaning into the auburnette. Thankfully, Dina scooted over, letting you sit between Ellie and her.
Ellie tensed when your bare thigh grazed her covered one. You fell into a conversation with Dina and some other friends, trying your best to ignore Ellie.
Though, you felt her slowly getting too close to you. Suddenly, her lips were inches away from your ear. “You lied to me.”
You raised a brow, also leaning in close to her ear. “I couldn’t possibly let you go matching with that bitch.” She sent you a glare.
“Don’t call her that.” She seethed.
The bitch herself was right next to Ellie. She might as well hear the whole conversation.
You frowned at her tone. Staring right into Ellie’s soul, you gritted out. “I’m sorry. I thought I was the girlfriend.”
Ellie let out a loud scoff, attracting the attention of her other friends in the room.
They all looked at you both, stunned expressions plastered across their faces.
You were arguing. In public.
Ugh, how you hated that!
You couldn’t stop the water from filling up in your eyes when you looked down. Putting your drink down on the coffee table, you accidentally sniffled. Shit.
Ellie sat up straight when she heard it, panic filling her senses. You rarely cried in public. She knew that.
She knew especially your fear of crying in public. Ellie watched your shoulders shake. She already felt awful.
You couldn’t meet anyone’s eye. So, you got up from your seat, palms clenched.
Rushing out the room, you shoved the bathroom door open. A couple was in the middle of a make out.
You screamed. “Get the hell out!” They jumped and ran off. Heaving, you gripped the corners of the counter. Through the mirror, only pure rage showed. So much rage.
Tears ran down your face, carefully done makeup getting ruined. Ellie had never done this to you. Two weeks of ignoring your presence—just to hang out with a boring old friend. You felt insulted.
Had she forgotten about you? Had Isabella clawed her way into Ellie’s heart in these two weeks? The thought of Ellie not being in love with you— it was awful.
You felt your chest, your throat, your whole body losing control. It was getting hard to breathe.
With your ears muffled, you still heard the door open. Following the sound, you glanced behind you.
Ellie was here.
You growled. “How dare you!” Hands came up to yank at her collar, slamming her against the wall. She grunted, but her palms rested on your cheeks. “Calm down.”
Your eyes widened. “How could you replace me. How could you forget about me for two whole—!”
She pressed your body against hers, fingers running through your hair. “Calm down, babe. I only love you.” She kept her tone soft and gentle.
The older girl knew how to calm you down.
It somehow always worked.
You blinked away your blurry sight, lip quivering. “Get rid of her.” Ellie wiped away your tears. “I’ll get you some tissues.”
She’s ignoring your words on purpose.
Once her arm reached out to the tissues, you tugged her back. You yanked her behind the room divider, with the toilet only being there.
Pushing her against the wall, out of anyone’s sight, your hands found themselves unbuckling her belt.
Ellie’s eyes widened. “Babe, what are you doing?”
Slightly pulling down her pants, your fingers passed through the boxers, instantly feeling her center.
Ellie’s head was thrown back, a moan escaping her lips. “F-Fuck..!”
Her body instantly melted into your touch. Her heavy breaths filled the room. She was distracted.
Slowly pulling out her phone from her pocket, you unlocked it. Finding Isabella’s contact, you texted her.
Ellie: come find me in the bathroom.
Isabella immediately texted back.
Isabella: ofc! anything for you El’s.
You rolled your eyes at her obvious feelings. Ellie was blind.
Smoothly putting back her phone, you deepened your fingers through Ellie’s folds. She whimpered, gripping your wrist.
Body shaking, her eyes squeezed shut and let her guard down. She was beautiful like this. You leaned in, lips almost touching hers. Ellie closed the gap, grabbing a fistful of your hair to deepen the kiss.
You moaned into her mouth. “You’re mine.”
She gasped when you curled your fingers. Eyes rolling back, she’s twitching on your fingers.
You heard the door open.
“El’s?” Isabella’s voice wasn’t loud enough for Ellie. The auburnette was still heavily breathing from your fingers.
Feeling Isabella take a few steps closer, you started leaving loud kisses down Ellie’s neck.
She whined at the perfect time. “Yes..I-I’m yours!” Ellie whimpered.
You wickedly chuckled. Isabella’s steps halted. “No one else, right?”
The wet sound of your fingers sliding through her folds was evident. You quickened the speed. The sudden change of pace prompted Ellie to gasp— her lips parting to let out a guttural moan.
“I’m close..close…shit…!”
Your eyes shifted to the side, wondering when the girl would decide to leave and get the hint. Suddenly, Ellie grabbed your face. “Hey..look at me. You’re the only one I love.”
An annoyed grumble was heard from the other side. Ellie noticed. She frowned.
“Who’s there?” She called out, voice gruff.
You grinned, pulling out your fingers without granting her a release.
Ellie scowled. “Hey!”
“Get rid of her.”
Ellie couldn’t do it. So you did. That same night, you threatened Isabella with her friendship on the line. Thankfully, she distanced herself from the auburnette during her last week.
Having Ellie sleep with you every night, with breathless moans coming from your room and a bed frame slamming against the wall, gave Isabella the hint to back off.
The last day, Isabella, also willingly, left with a sour expression on her face.
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Just Abby or Ellie with a jealous and slightly possessive gf
MINE TO LOVE ft. ellie williams x fem!reader
⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: even before dating ellie, you’ve always been a little too possessive. what happens when your girlfriend’s touchy best friend comes to visit?
⊹₊⟡⋆ warnings: men or minors dni, mature content, fingering, ellie!receiving, halloween, parties, kissing, drinking, bathroom sex, overly possessive!reader, jealousy, fluff, a bit of angst, cursing…
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You’ve known Ellie since the moment you stepped foot in your college dorm.
Like they always say, you were roommates..and now, you’re dating. The college campus wasn’t huge, everyone knew or heard about each other.
It’s long been known that you were the captain of the cheerleading group, and she was the famous young rockstar in town.
You both weren’t actually opposites like everyone else stated. Behind closed doors, the shy and sweet one, was Ellie. The person she’d comfort and snuggle into her arms was you. You were always overthinking, always pissed off by any insignificant conversation with freshmen, and lastly, so possessive.
Possessiveness was a trait Ellie quickly noted when she befriended you in freshman year. You’d always get jealous of her friends and shoved off anyone who got all touchy.
But a particular event that triggered the possessiveness was the night you began dating. There was a frat party. You rarely went to these illogical parties, even your own friends knew that.
But knowing that your roommate and friend, Ellie, was going with her friends, it led to you going. You wore a short burgundy sequin skirt with a white tube top and long boots.
You had also done some party makeup to get you a little excited. It didn’t work. But what did work, was Ellie’s reaction to your whole getup.
‘Holy shit’ was plastered across her face. It looked like she was about to utter a snarky remark, but zipped her mouth shut when you bent down to fix your boots.
It was intentional. And she fell for it.
Once your friends had picked you up, you later saw Ellie at the party. She was smoking with her group on the couch, drink in the other hand, dark eyeliner smudged. You, on the other side of the room, pretended to enjoy dancing with your friends.
The smell of sweat, the feeling of sweaty bodies colliding into you, it was overwhelming. You felt that rage in you about to explode.
But that rage had suddenly another reason to burst. A girl was sitting on Ellie’s leg. Giggling like the idiot she was, she shared the same cig with Ellie.
Watching the whole scene play out in front of you, stood frozen in the dancing crowd, you felt flaming rage course through your veins. Ellie’s palm was on the girl’s hip. Her lips had parted to let the other girl take the blunt and press her lips on the same spot.
The next thing you do is stupid. But also deserving. You pulled away from the crowd. Laser lights shot different colored beams all over the room, music blasting in every corner.
However, where Ellie sat, the music is less prominent. Once the sound of your boots was heard, Ellie’s eyes darted to you.
You couldn’t stop yourself. Your palms landed on the girl practically on her lap, and slapped the cig out of her hand.
“Get the hell off.” The menacing gaze forced the girl to stand up. All of Ellie’s friends, who knew you, watched the scene in silence. They all knew who you were. Ellie had told them you were here.
They all gasped when she did, because why would the captain of cheer, who is too busy for these shitty parties, ever come here?
The girl gulped. You grimaced. “Don’t ever let me see you again.”
She frowned. “You’re not even —”
Shoving her off, the girl had responded with a dramatic yelp. You ignored her, your attention had shifted to the auburnette.
She was lazily grinning up at you, pupils dilated. You pushed away any thoughts and climbed to sit on her lap, both thighs on either side of her legs. Her own arms came to wrap around you.
You felt the weight of her dozen friends watching you when your fingers tangled in her hair, roughly tugging.
Immediately, you crashed your lips against hers. She moaned into your mouth.
All her friends and everyone around you erupted in whistles and shouts. The rockstar of town had instantly crumbled under you. She never crumbled.
Your arms wrapped around her neck. Her head tilted back, tongue brushing yours. Heat pooled in your stomach when her palm cupped your cheek, pulling you closer. She tasted divine. Even with the taste of her drink still lingering, she smelled and felt amazing.
Well, that night had ended in you both leaving the party, getting a cab—where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other— to get back to your dorms.
The moment she locked the door behind her, she led you to her room. A split second in, and her hands are all over you, tugging at the tight layers. Your arms wrapped around her neck, lips molded into hers. She was yours. Only yours.
When she started nudging at your top, you pulled away. She frowned. You couldn’t deny it— Ellie, even with her smudged eyeliner, looked adorable.
Trying to ignore the greed gnawing at you to consume her, you focused back on the moment.
Caressing her cheek, your finger twitched at the touch of her hot, soft skin. She was fully blushing.
Ellie Williams—known for her distant and cold attitude—squirmed under your brief touch.
You sighed, turning to the sight of her bed.
“If we do this,” You returned your gaze back to her face. “You’ll only belong to me.”
And that’s how it started.
Everyone assumed that you were one of Ellie’s one time flings—but the moment they saw you possessively keeping your hands on her…they got the message.
Ellie was yours, and only yours.
You’d come listen to her during band rehearsals, she’d come watch you during cheer practice.
It continued like that for a year.
Until a certain somebody decided to visit the country.
The first time you saw her, your eyes had widened. A black-haired girl wrapped her arms around Ellie. She was too comfortable. Too close.
You were instantly suspicious of her intentions.
What on earth was this girl doing?
You rushed towards them, nose scrunched.
“It’s so good to see you again.” The girl giggled, hands still on Ellie.
Once you reached them, you tapped Ellie’s shoulder. “Who’s this?” The auburnette jumped at your sudden appearance. She quickly introduced the girl to you.
“This is Isabella. She’s my best friend from home.” Ellie gave her an adorable smile, a smile you only saw.
Ugh. Best friend.
You waited for Isabella to greet you. After a few seconds of just staring at each other, Isabella broke the silence and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you..uhm?”
You shot Ellie a glare before plastering a sweet smile on your face. “Y/n. Her girlfriend.”
Isabella’s gaze flickered between you both. She gasped. “Oh! I never met one of Ellie’s girlfriends before.”
Your teeth gritted. Ellie’s whole energy flipped over.
Isabella continued to giggle. It was best you said nothing for now.
“Ellie, I’ll meet you at the dorms?” You squeeze her arm, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. This gentle action was just to cover up the storm brewing up in your head.
“Actually, I’m taking Isabella’s bags to my room.” She grabbed one of the girl’s bags.
You lifted a brow. “What?”
She sent you a confused look. “She’s sleeping in my room for the month.”
Oh my god—
“Okay.” You firmly nodded.
You’re going to beat that bitch up. She’ll never want to come back.
Ellie had put all of Isabella things in her room. You watched in agony as they conversed, Ellie’s face lighting up around her.
So, you decided to create a plan.
You dressed up in a silk pajama set Ellie loved on you, it’s size covering your curves. She always loved huge things on you, because the most satisfying part was ripping it off and revealing your actual body.
However, during dinner, you sat ignored as they spoke about things back home. Ellie only occasionally glanced at you when your fork scratched against the plate.
Disappointed, you went to your room without bidding Ellie a goodnight kiss. She didn’t even invite you to watch the movie with them.
You heard them laughing in the living room. Gosh, it killed you. You craved at least a bit of attention from your girlfriend. That’s normal, right?
After a few laughs and loud talking we’re being shared in the other room, you had enough.
Taking off the bra underneath your pjs, you opened your bedroom door. They sat in the dim room, still chatting, their backs to you.
You closed the door, reminding them of your existence. Walking to them, they couldn’t see you.
“You know, this guy’s actor broke character. They kept his actual reaction in.” You heard Ellie. Isabella obviously giggled back.
When your hand landed on her arm, Ellie’s attention turned towards you. She noticed what you were doing, and instantly welcomed you in.
She pulled you close, letting you curl into her arms. She was so warm. You melted, nuzzling your face in her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. Ellie’s fingers ran through your hair, brushing through strands, eliciting a satisfying sigh from you.
You forgot about Isabella.
Your arms wrapped around Ellie’s neck, your front pressing into her. She inhaled sharply, caught off guard by the feeling of your breasts through the fabric.
She stiffened, but tilted her head back when you began leaving kisses on her neck.
Ellie sent a worried look over to Isabella, who sat there awkwardly. You didn’t notice. Ellie’s hand came up to touch your cheek, trying to stop your lips from leaving her breathless. You didn’t notice.
Your lips suddenly sucked, causing Ellie to bite on her own to silence her moan. However, Ellie was loosing patience, still trying to pry you off.
Finally noticing her trying to push you away, you lifted your head and pecked her on the lips. It was a slow, deep and intense kiss. It left Ellie dumbfounded.
Good.
You pulled your head away, glancing at a silent Isabella. Her popcorn was untouched, eyes hard-set on the screen.
Pressing a finger to the auburnette’s collarbone, you whispered. “When you’re done with the movie, come to my room.”
Ellie hesitantly nodded. You grinned and got up from her lap, making your way back to your room.
An hour later, where you spent the whole time scrolling on insta, you heard Ellie come in. Putting down your phone, you smiled as she closed the door behind her.
Your gaze darkened when you noticed her outfit for bed. A sports bra and pj pants.
Her spiderman pjs made you giggle. “I love those pants on you.” The corner of Ellie’s lips curved upwards.
You sat up on your knees on the bed, eyes narrowing. “Take it off.”
She paused.
A few seconds of silence passed between you both. She nervously chuckled.“Okay..uh, right now?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
Ellie rubbed the back of her neck. “Can we do it another time?” Your face dropped.
She instantly noticed the change of expression and panicked. “I-Its nothing against you. I..uhm, promised Isa i’d be quick.”
“Why would you promise her that?” Your brows furrowed. “I’m your girlfriend.”
Ellie placed her hands on her hips. “She’s my best friend. I haven’t seen her in a while.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
The action prompted Ellie’s eyes to drop. A small smirk tugged at her lips. “I know what you were doing out there.” Her soft tone always had a way at hypnotizing you.
“No bra?..not so subtle.” Her eyes darted to the silk material doing nothing to hide your nipples. Her finger tucked a hair behind your ear.
You smiled. “I can flash you right now.”
She chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Good night, babe.”
Your smile faded as you watched her step out your room.
Two weeks of Ellie being busy with her old best friend had pushed you to the edge.
Seriously now.
Anyway, today is Halloween.
Of course, Ellie decided on going to the same party your friends were talking about all week. Overhearing her and Isabella discussing their costumes, your teeth gritted when the bitch wanted to match.
You found out they were both going as the joker.
However, when you watched them standing in the living room getting ready, Ellie was the one in a purple and black suit. Fake blood was dribbling down the corner of her lip. The suit itself was loose, showing off her collarbone, and had fake blood too. Isabella dressed in a purple corset and black skirt, matching Ellie’s color pattern.
Her tits were practically spilling out of the corset. What the fuck.
Both had their makeup done. Ellie didn’t know how to do hers well. So that means….
Your eyes narrowed when Ellie met your eye in the corridor, just as they were about to leave.
“You look cute.” You mumbled, approaching the two. Isabella watched in silence as you gripped the auburnette’s collar. Just as you were about to place a kiss on her lips, Ellie pulled away.
Your eyes widened.
“No kiss. It’ll ruin the lipstick, babe.” She grinned, squeezing your hip instead. “You staying in tonight?”
You nodded. “I guess.” You shot her a glare and walked back to the living room, without a single word.
You heard them leave when the door locked.
You jumped up from the couch as soon as the lock clicked and rushed to your room. Opening your closet, you pulled out the Harley Quinn inspired outfit you bought.
You did the famous red and blue messy makeup, red lipstick and fake blood. The ripped shirt and tiny red sparkly shorts were perfect.
Ellie always secretly hated when you dressed up like this at parties. Too revealing. But then again, she loved it at the same time.
Grabbing the hidden bat you bought, you put on black boots and left the apartment.
Let’s see if Isabella still has the guts to continue stealing Ellie from you.
The party was bustling with people, everyone dressed in costumes. It made it difficult to find anyone you knew.
“Y/n!”
Your head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing at your friends sitting on the bar stools. You made your way over.
“You actually came, bitch.” Your friend wrapped a lazy arm around your shoulder, handing you a drink. “It’s a miracle.” She laughed, downing her own drink.
You grinned. “Have you seen Ellie?”
They both hesitated. Lucy cleared her throat. “Are you fighting again?” She cautiously asked. You scoffed.
“No!”
They both sent you unimpressed looks at your little tantrum. You groaned. “We aren’t. But that friend of hers is getting on my last nerve.”
“We last saw them in the other room— over there.” She pointed at another room connected to this one. You nodded. “Thank you. Seriously.”
Walking towards the other corner, you grabbed a drink on the way. When you turned the corner, Ellie is the first person you notice.
Her whole friend group was gathered in this second living room. Dina was the first to notice you.
She gasped. “Holy shit. You look amazing!”
Ellie’s gaze darted up, eyes widening once she spotted you. You smiled at Dina, waved at Jesse and took calculated steps over.
Isabella sat at Ellie’s side, her tits suspiciously leaning into the auburnette. Thankfully, Dina scooted over, letting you sit between Ellie and her.
Ellie tensed when your bare thigh grazed her covered one. You fell into a conversation with Dina and some other friends, trying your best to ignore Ellie.
Though, you felt her slowly getting too close to you. Suddenly, her lips were inches away from your ear. “You lied to me.”
You raised a brow, also leaning in close to her ear. “I couldn’t possibly let you go matching with that bitch.” She sent you a glare.
“Don’t call her that.” She seethed.
The bitch herself was right next to Ellie. She might as well hear the whole conversation.
You frowned at her tone. Staring right into Ellie’s soul, you gritted out. “I’m sorry. I thought I was the girlfriend.”
Ellie let out a loud scoff, attracting the attention of her other friends in the room.
They all looked at you both, stunned expressions plastered across their faces.
You were arguing. In public.
Ugh, how you hated that!
You couldn’t stop the water from filling up in your eyes when you looked down. Putting your drink down on the coffee table, you accidentally sniffled. Shit.
Ellie sat up straight when she heard it, panic filling her senses. You rarely cried in public. She knew that.
She knew especially your fear of crying in public. Ellie watched your shoulders shake. She already felt awful.
You couldn’t meet anyone’s eye. So, you got up from your seat, palms clenched.
Rushing out the room, you shoved the bathroom door open. A couple was in the middle of a make out.
You screamed. “Get the hell out!” They jumped and ran off. Heaving, you gripped the corners of the counter. Through the mirror, only pure rage showed. So much rage.
Tears ran down your face, carefully done makeup getting ruined. Ellie had never done this to you. Two weeks of ignoring your presence—just to hang out with a boring old friend. You felt insulted.
Had she forgotten about you? Had Isabella clawed her way into Ellie’s heart in these two weeks? The thought of Ellie not being in love with you— it was awful.
You felt your chest, your throat, your whole body losing control. It was getting hard to breathe.
With your ears muffled, you still heard the door open. Following the sound, you glanced behind you.
Ellie was here.
You growled. “How dare you!” Hands came up to yank at her collar, slamming her against the wall. She grunted, but her palms rested on your cheeks. “Calm down.”
Your eyes widened. “How could you replace me. How could you forget about me for two whole—!”
She pressed your body against hers, fingers running through your hair. “Calm down, babe. I only love you.” She kept her tone soft and gentle.
The older girl knew how to calm you down.
It somehow always worked.
You blinked away your blurry sight, lip quivering. “Get rid of her.” Ellie wiped away your tears. “I’ll get you some tissues.”
She’s ignoring your words on purpose.
Once her arm reached out to the tissues, you tugged her back. You yanked her behind the room divider, with the toilet only being there.
Pushing her against the wall, out of anyone’s sight, your hands found themselves unbuckling her belt.
Ellie’s eyes widened. “Babe, what are you doing?”
Slightly pulling down her pants, your fingers passed through the boxers, instantly feeling her center.
Ellie’s head was thrown back, a moan escaping her lips. “F-Fuck..!”
Her body instantly melted into your touch. Her heavy breaths filled the room. She was distracted.
Slowly pulling out her phone from her pocket, you unlocked it. Finding Isabella’s contact, you texted her.
Ellie: come find me in the bathroom.
Isabella immediately texted back.
Isabella: ofc! anything for you El’s.
You rolled your eyes at her obvious feelings. Ellie was blind.
Smoothly putting back her phone, you deepened your fingers through Ellie’s folds. She whimpered, gripping your wrist.
Body shaking, her eyes squeezed shut and let her guard down. She was beautiful like this. You leaned in, lips almost touching hers. Ellie closed the gap, grabbing a fistful of your hair to deepen the kiss.
You moaned into her mouth. “You’re mine.”
She gasped when you curled your fingers. Eyes rolling back, she’s twitching on your fingers.
You heard the door open.
“El’s?” Isabella’s voice wasn’t loud enough for Ellie. The auburnette was still heavily breathing from your fingers.
Feeling Isabella take a few steps closer, you started leaving loud kisses down Ellie’s neck.
She whined at the perfect time. “Yes..I-I’m yours!” Ellie whimpered.
You wickedly chuckled. Isabella’s steps halted. “No one else, right?”
The wet sound of your fingers sliding through her folds was evident. You quickened the speed. The sudden change of pace prompted Ellie to gasp— her lips parting to let out a guttural moan.
“I’m close..close…shit…!”
Your eyes shifted to the side, wondering when the girl would decide to leave and get the hint. Suddenly, Ellie grabbed your face. “Hey..look at me. You’re the only one I love.”
An annoyed grumble was heard from the other side. Ellie noticed. She frowned.
“Who’s there?” She called out, voice gruff.
You grinned, pulling out your fingers without granting her a release.
Ellie scowled. “Hey!”
“Get rid of her.”
Ellie couldn’t do it. So you did. That same night, you threatened Isabella with her friendship on the line. Thankfully, she distanced herself from the auburnette during her last week.
Having Ellie sleep with you every night, with breathless moans coming from your room and a bed frame slamming against the wall, gave Isabella the hint to back off.
The last day, Isabella, also willingly, left with a sour expression on her face.
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