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⌇ synopsis . . . When Ellie Williams’ theatre-actress girlfriend has to commit to one too many onstage kisses, she tends to grow jealous. In an attempt to soothe her nerves, you decide to demonstrate the common technique to her.
────────⊱ ⵌ 1.7k+ Fluff, jealous!loser!ellie x theatre actress!reader. No use of y/n, use of pet names (baby, gorgeous etc.) Reader described to have wavy/curly hair (very breifly). reader highkey babies ellie at times. Reader is depicted as a lesbian!!!!
Heathers seemed to be Ellie’s biggest enemy—not a person or a friend of either of you, but the musical you had performed over six times in the past week and a half.
Ellie was so supportive—ecstatic, even—when you got the news that you’d been cast as the lead, Veronica Sawyer. She’d thrown a whole cast party to celebrate, repeating over and over how amazing you were and how much you deserved it.
But the second she saw the first of many intimate scenes on stage, her heart began to ache. She knew they weren’t a big deal—you told her all the time they were fake, that your lips never actually touched—but that information always seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
The thing was, it was always a man you were kissing, and as a known lesbian, you didn’t see the issue—especially since they weren’t even real kisses.
But Ellie—oh, poor Ellie—didn’t exactly let go of the image that seemed engraved in her mind, even after the production concluded.
So now you stand in the marbled kitchen of your shared apartment, making breakfast for the two of you. Your unstyled hair framing your face as you had slipped off your bonnet in bed, the frizz softened by the winter air.
The tingling sensation of cold hands slipping around your waist makes you glance over your shoulder. Ellie presses her face into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, her lips trailing soft, damp kisses along your skin.
You let out a soft giggle at the ticklish feeling, turning down the stove before facing your girlfriend fully. She smiles, “g’morning, gorgeous” she rasps, eyes barely open, her messy, unbrushed hair making it obvious she slept well.
“Good morning, baby,” you reply gently, your voice quiet against the distant sound of birds outside. Your hands cup her face, pressing soft, much needed kisses across her freckled skin.
Her hands stay on your waist as you pull back, your gaze drifting down her relaxed posture. You fix the scrunched-up sleeve of her dinosaur shirt—the same one she’s worn more than any other since you gave it to her for her birthday last year.
“I see you slept well,” you tease with a small laugh, reaching down to fix her pants, the waistband twisted and one leg bunched up to her thigh. Blush creeps up her neck at the contact, a hand moving up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
You straighten up, turning back to the stove and adjusting the heat. Ellie leans over your shoulder, the smoky scent of bacon engulfing her senses.
“Mmm… bacon,” she hums, tightening her arms around your waist. “God, what did I do to deserve you…” she murmurs, more to herself than to you.
“You made me fall in love, El. Simple as that,” you reply softly, leaning back into her.
Her heart stutters─presses a quick kiss to your cheek before slipping away toward the bathroom, wanting to freshen up before eating.
“Oh! And then Dina and I went to this archive center in some random part of town, and—oh my God, baby—when I tell you it felt like heaven, I mean it!” Ellie rambles, still riding the excitement from her weekend.
You smile at her, feeling yourself fall in love all over again with how easily she lights up over things like fossils and leaf imprints pressed into stone. You nod along, finishing the last few bites on your plate.
She glances down, gathering both your plates and carrying them to the sink. You thank her before heading to the living room, sinking into the soft cushions.
“C’mere,” you say, patting your lap as she walks over.
Ellie settles down, her head resting against your bare thighs, your shorts riding up slightly. You run your fingers through her hair while she looks up at you, quietly admiring the way the sunlight catches your skin.
“How’s everything with those girls?” she asks, referring to the ones from your theater group.
You’d told her about the tension—how they were still upset, jealous that you got the lead… and that you had to kiss the guy everyone seemed to obsess over.
Not you, though—you couldn’t care less.
A quiet sigh leaves you. “They’re still mad. I’ve tried telling them I’m not into him, but they won’t drop it—like, I’m a lesbian! I’m literally dating the girl of my dreams, for fuck’s sake.”
A soft pink flush spreads across Ellie’s face as your words settle in.
“Girl of your dreams?” she mutters.
A grin tugs at your lips at her reaction. “Mhm,” you hum, gently pulling her hand away from picking her lips and lacing your fingers with hers.
A sense of comfort settles over her—not just from your fingers interlocked with hers, but from the quiet certainty in your voice, the way you reaffirm your feelings without hesitation.
Her mind drifts back to the most recent show from a week ago—your final performance.
You gave it everything, making sure it would be unforgettable. Every kiss had your hand tangled in your co-star’s hair, every intimate moment carefully played out—just a little too convincing for some people’s liking.
Her heart seems to skip every time, her hands trembling slightly at the repeated images in her mind.
She lifts your hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, her thoughts still caught on the one thing she wishes she could forget.
You frown at the sudden gesture. “You okay?” you ask, your fingers drifting back into her hair.
“Mhm!” she nods—too quickly, too eagerly.
You gently guide her up so she’s sitting, facing you properly. “Ellie,” you say, your tone firm despite the softness in your expression.
“Yes?” she replies, crossing her legs and sitting a little too straight.
You tilt your head, looking deep into the green eyes infront of you. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been like this since last week…” you say, concern beginning to show.
She hesitates, embarrassed by the jealousy sitting heavy in her warm heart. Her hand moves to the back of her neck, rubbing it nervously.
“I mean… they aren’t the only jealous ones,” she mutters, her gaze dropping as her hair falls forward, hiding her face.
Your hand finds her chin, tilting her head up so she can look at you. “Really, baby?” you ask, a small smile stretching across your face. “I’ve told you a million times those are fake kisses!”
“Yeah, but—I don’t know… It’s stupid, but I can’t seem to forget about them…” she says, her hands moving up to cover her pink face.
You frown slightly. “First of all, nothing you say or feel is stupid. Second of all, you know I love you,” you say, setting the point straight.
“I love you too, but those kisses—they just—they looked so real…” she stammers, her face only a couple of inches from yours as you pull her closer.
Your eyebrows raise slightly as an idea comes to mind. “Want me to teach you how to stage-kiss?”
Ellie’s eyes widen, a smile settling on her lips as she nods eagerly. You inch closer, your hands resting on her cheeks while hers sneak under your shirt, caressing your waist.
“Okay, you gotta imagine this, baby,” you say, glancing up as you think of a scenario. You begin to hum the melody of one of the songs where a kiss is placed in the middle.
You place your thumb over Ellie’s lips, pressing it between both your mouths as you push your lips against hers.
Her eyes widen before you pull away. “See?”
She nods, a soothing feeling settling in her chest. “That’s the first step—to make it look more real, I usually add more passionate actions, like grabbing hair or tilting my face slightly away from the crowd,” you explain.
Ellie nods once more. “Ready?” you ask, only to be met with a shake of her head.
“Wait—” she says, pulling you in for a real kiss. It lingers, long and passionate, before you pull away with a giggle.
You place your thumb back over her lips, pulling her in with much more emotion, your head tilting as Ellie plays along, her hands roaming through your hair.
Your lips lightly brush each other, prompting you to pull away fully. “Hey! It was going so well—why’d you pull away?” Ellie asks, her voice growing quiet.
“El, you were getting way too into it.”
Ellie squints at you slightly, still close enough that your noses almost brush. “You’re the one who started this,” she mutters, though there’s a grin tugging at her lips.
You huff out a quiet laugh. “And I’m finishing it—c’mon, there’s another way to do it.”
Her brows lift a little. “There’s more?”
“Mhm!” You adjust your posture. “What if you can’t hide it with your hand?”
Ellie hums, settling back in as her fingers idly tracing along your waist again. You shift closer, one hand sliding up to the back of her neck, the other resting against her cheek. “This one’s all about angles,” you murmur.
You tilt your head slightly, guiding hers the opposite way until your faces line up just off-center. Your lips hover just beside hers, close enough that from the front it would look real.
“See?” you whisper, your breath brushing her skin. “You don’t actually kiss—you just—”
Your lips ghost near the corner of her mouth, barely there, more suggestion than contact. Ellie’s breath catches anyway.
You pull back just enough to look at her. “From the audience, it looks like you’re fully—”
Before you can finish, she leans in that tiny bit more, closing the gap on her own this time. You let out a soft, surprised laugh against her lips. “Ellie!”
“What?” she murmurs, softly pulling away. “I’m practicing.”
“You’re terrible at following directions.”
“And you’re bad at making me want to,” she shoots back, the previous kiss still lingering in the air.
You shake your head, but your hand tightens slightly at the back of her neck, pulling her in again—this time slower, like you’re actually trying to demonstrate it right.
“Okay,” you mumble softly, brushing your lips just off hers again. “Try it properly.”
Ellie huffs, but she follows—tilting her head, stopping just shy of your lips, her breath warm against your skin. For a second, she actually holds it.
“…This is stupid,” she whispers before kissing you anyway.
You laugh quietly into it, your thumb brushing along her jaw. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah?” she coos against your lips, not pulling away this time.
.✦ ݁˖ movie night with bsf els ❤︎
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 When you invited Ellie over for a movie, she had expected you to let her choose like you always did.
She opened the door to your room, kicking off her shoes and hurrying towards you— waiting for her under the covers, the TV light cast a soft light over your face as you smiled up at her.
Snuggling with you under the covers, she frowned when she read the title of the movie waiting to be played. To all the boys I've loved before.
Ellie tried hard to act interested in the movie, it was only fair since you always at least pretended to be invested in hers. It was no use, though— she couldn't care less. You kept scolding her whenever she picked up her phone, slapping her hand so she would put it back beside her lap.
"This shit is so boring." She huffed, burying her face in your shoulder.
"Shut up and watch." You retorted, wrapping your arms around her neck, cheek pressed against hers in a way that didn't allow her to look away from the screen. She felt both asfixiated and blessed, subtly taking a whiff of your perfume. It made her dizzy.
Not even thirty minutes passed before her head was falling forward.
"Ellie?" You called, not receiving an answer. She was already asleep.
You sighed, turning the TV off. Carefully, you settled her in the bed, making sure she would rest well in that position. You draped yourself on top of her, the tip of your nose brushing her neck.
Soon enough, you drifted off to the comforting scent of pine and fresh laundry.
Headcannons - what Ellie and Abby would be like on holiday ⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆
1.2K, mostly fluff but TW for catcalling in Ellie's section!! Ellie Williams + Abby Anderson x femme reader
Ellie Williams ₊˚⊹☆
☆ Wants a relaxing holiday, sees no point in travelling if it’s not to ease life’s stress.
☆ Ellie wears men’s swim shorts and a bikini top! She swims like a child, wearing huge goggles and chasing fish under the water. She loves splashing water in your face and making you cold so you have to cling to her for comfort.
“Ellie!!!” you shriek, giggling but feigning anger as she splashes your face with freezing water again. “What baby? Can’t handle it?” your girlfriend says smirking, splashing more and more water in your face. Although it’s sunny, the rays can barely protect you when you’re submerged in icy water and you start to shiver - which Ellie is quick to notice. “Awh come here pretty girl, sorry did I make you cold?” Ellie says sympathetically - pretending that this wasn’t her plan all along. You nod and swim towards her, clinging onto her wet chest and burying your face into the crook of her neck. She wraps her arms around your waist and places soft kisses onto your cheeks, insisting that they’ll warm you up.
☆ Gets a lil overprotective, especially if it’s in a place where you haven’t been before.
You are both heading out for the night, checking out the local nightlife and planning to get tipsy. You’re wearing a snug dress which hugs your curves in all the right places, which Ellie has no problem in telling you over and over again. However unfortunately, she is not the only one who thinks you look beautiful. “Hey stunnin’”, an elderly man draws - his voice raspy and his squinting eyes shamelessly scrutinising your figure. “Oh she’s not interested” Ellie says, quick to place her hands on your waist and pull you into her chest. She rests her head on your shoulder and shoots the nastiest death glare to the man who for some fucking reason - hasn’t moved. “Let’s see about that” the man mutters provocatively, lifting his hand to place it on your chest. Before he gets a chance to touch your soft skin, Ellie absolutely looses it. She smacks his hand away and lists profanities which you haven’t even heard of, only stopping when you physically pull her away from the rather alarmed pervert. “Sorry baby, are you okay? He was a fucking asshole” she whispers in your ear, placing a firm kiss to your earlobe and brushing her nose under your chin. You reassure her that your okay but just want to go home and she is beyond relieved - she’d never admit it but all she wanted in that moment is to hold you safely in her arms where no one else could put their filthy hands on you. Ellie pulls you further into your side and walks you back to where your both staying - ushering sweet nothings and comforts into your ear the whole way 🩷
☆ Ellie never plans anything on holiday and is utterly clueless when it comes to directions. Keen to help you out though, she always insists on carrying your bags and buying you souvenirs <3 even if there is literally no need to.
You come back from strolling through town and try and suppress your giggles as Ellie tries to be nonchalant, walking slowly towards you with her hands hidden behind her back and the largest smirk plastered onto her face. “Close your eyes” she instructs and you do so, placing your hands in front of her and feeling a small object being shoved into them. “Open them beautiful” Ellie whispers in your ear, your vision focusing on an overly-touristy fridge magnet in your hands - one you literally saw with her earlier that day. She must have gone back and got it for you, your girlfriend was always so considerate like that and loved treating you to silly things you don’t need. You smile and murmur a small thanks, standing on your tip toes to press a fluttering peck onto her cheek. Ellie again tries, and fails, to be apathetic and makes a mental note to buy you even more trinkets than she already does - if this is your reaction to them then who can blame her?
☆ Always forgets suncream but honestly, her sunburn is so adorable. The natural rosy hue in her cheeks becomes more accentuated and her freckles spread like wildfire - plus it gives you an opportunity to massage her with after sun which neither of you are upset about 🤭
Abby Anderson ₊˚⊹☆
☆ The polar opposite to Ellie, likes to take very culture-oriented trips and has everything planned - complete with timings and spreadsheets which make your head spin.
☆ Always plans little surprises and trips for you, it’s very important to her that you have a good time 🩷. When you occasionally pursue things which are purely for her, you find Abby fiddling with your fingers and constantly checking in with you to see if you’re enjoying yourself! You always say yes, of course, but Abby will always feel a little guilty whenever she isn’t doing something which serves her girlfriend who she loves and adores
☆ After one of these day trips, Abby tells you that she has booked you both dinner at a local but upmarket restaurant!
You walk into the bathroom, makeup all applied and hair beautifully styled, batting your eyelashes at Abby and hugging her from behind. “Can you help me with the zipper please Abs?” you ask, referring to your dress which was softly pooling around your waist. Abby nods and gestures for you to spin around, pulling up your zipper and placing small kisses onto your exposed skin before the fabric covers them. Abby places firm hands onto your hips and leans down to kiss your neck - her lips now moving deeper and with more purpose than before. Your stomach flutters at the sensation, humming and leaning your head back to give her easier access. “You’re so stunning” Abby states in between kisses, “that dress looks perfect on you”. You smile and pull away to look at Abby, your pupils widening as you take in her button-down shirt and loose-fitting suit trousers. “Says you baby wowww” you reply, making a big deal of looking her up and down which causes her cheeks to turn tomato-red. The dinner that follows is beautiful, both in terms of the food and your devoted girlfriend who holds your hand under the table and stares at you with such adoration that it makes your stomach flip every time she glances your way (which is practically the whole night). You never have to worry if Abby loves you, even if she’s more quiet by nature she makes sure to remind you every single day just how much you mean to her - whether that be through her tender actions or hushed words 💕
☆ Dresses like a typical dad on holiday, always wearing thick sunglasses, baggy cargo shorts and loose t-shirts. You love it though <3
☆ Insists on walking literally everywhere so you can ‘see the scenery’ in full detail. Even after a night out, she persuades you to walk back to where you’re staying. Abby will always take your heels off if you’re uncomfortable though and carry you in her strong arms - pressing an occasional kiss to your forehead and promising that you’ll arrive soon.
A/N: I wrote this because I will be on holiday for the next week!! I'll still be here but less often so please bear with me if posts are slow <3 I love you all kisskiss
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