ellie williams x actress!fem!reader x abby anderson
synopsis — you knew it was wrong. you knew you shouldnt be doing this, but why did it feel so right?
c/n — 18+ MDNI. sexual themes, cussing, infidelity, angst 💔
a/n — smut in next chapter 🤫
masterlist — chapter two.
It was the night of your anniversary when you met her. You were alone. Abby had made up some bullshit excuse as to why she forgot, how she’s so so so sorry, and she would make it up to you. To be honest, you didn't expect anything less from her. You figured Abby was either cheating on you for the past few years or just checked out of the relationship. And that was okay, as long as she came back home to you. As long as she was in your shared room at the end of the day, that was enough. But at some point, she’d stopped coming home to you. She’d be out until morning some nights, and you didn’t know what to feel. You tried to bring it up to Abby one day, but it only resulted in an argument you didn’t have the energy to endure. So you left it alone. You started to expect her home at an appropriate time less and less. While you wanted to leave and say fuck her you couldn’t. Because of your and Abby's status, you had to keep up appearances.
You wouldn't hear the end of it from your mom if you divorced her. Besides, Abby was the best thing that could ever happen to you. She’s the reason you landed that major role and fulfilled your dreams. So even if she comes home drunk off her ass with perfume that you know you’d never wear clinging to her like an annoying funky ass stench you dont question it. You ignore any blaring alarms ringing in your head. You continue being a good wife to the best of your abilities. You continue to keep up the picture-perfect appearance of your marriage.
The world believes it's the perfect relationship, and it will stay that way. You can't let anything crack the world's perception of you, you've worked too hard to be where you are now. Nothing will tarnish it.
But, everyone has their breaking point.
The night of your anniversary of a marriage doomed to crash and burn was the catalyst. You couldn't keep plastering that fake ass smile anymore. You couldn't keep acting like you weren't hurting. Like you weren't dying inside because of her. So you decided you needed to take back some of your agency. You thought it'd be the greatest idea to go out with your friends for a much-needed break from the failing marriage you were stuck in.
You went all out. Despite abby leaving you alone to go be with some fanned out bitch instead of you , you wouldn’t let that stop you from dusting out that dress that you knew would have all eyes on you. And you were right, no one could take their eyes off of you. It might've been because you were a celebrity, but you didn't care.
All you wanted to do was have a good time with your friends and forget about fucking Abby Anderson. Unfortunately, your friends didn't get the memo, you don't blame them though. Even they dont know about your problems. So when one of them asks “Why isnt Abby here with you? Isnt it your anniversary night?” you try your hardest not to snap at them. But your mood does drop tremendously, leaving you to respond with a half-hearted excuse of going to the bar to get more drinks. Trying to lift your mood after being reminded of your cheating ass wife, you ordered a vodka strong. You were stewing in your thoughts while you waited on your drink when you noticed her. She was staring. Hard. And like you know its because of your fame but something about the way she was looking drew you in immediately. You couldnt decipher what it was but it definitely got your attention and she noticed.
She raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk, her green eyes glinting in the flashing lights of the club as she looked you up and down. The way she held eye contact set you ablaze. She hadn't spoken a word, yet you knew she already had you right where she wanted you. “You know its rude to stare right?” you said after awhile of enduring her strong gaze on you. She did nothing but laugh at your remark, “I didnt know it was rude to appreciate a womans beauty..?” and that made you laugh. “Im sorry but that was so fucking corny” you wouldnt have guessed that was going to be the next words out of her mouth. “I know, that was so bad. Im usually better at this, but well..” she gestured at you with a small smile on her face. “I find that really hard to believe.. but I’ll let you make it.” you giggled in response. “Oh thank god. I thought i’d fucked everything up” she flicked her hand across her head in relief.
And from then on you talked for what felt like hours which lead to learning her name was ellie and then somehow you ended up with her number being saved in your phone? You don’t know how it got to this point but you weren’t complaining especially not when it led to you and ellie texting all the time. It doesn’t matter if you were busy studying lines for your upcoming role or spending another day alone because abby had something come up at work.
At first, you were just glad to have another friend. You’d made it clear when you first met you’d had a wife and unlike her, you weren’t a cheater. You were loyal to the T and Ellie was fine with just being friends, but somewhere along the way platonic feelings turned into romantic and one day you woke up one morning laying next to her naked and sore. You freaked the fuck out.
This wasn’t right. What would Abby think if she found out you disrespected your vows? This wasn’t like you, you would never step out on your marriage, and yet you couldn’t help but want more and that scared you. So you did the only thing you thought was best, you told ellie that you couldn’t ever do that again. She was rightfully understanding but you could note some frustration in the way she responded to you. Ellie was the only person you spoke to about your marriage situation. She thought you deserved better and told you as much, but you always brushed her off and changed the subject.
After that night, you try your very best to put some distance between you and Ellie. You start texting less, declining anytime she tries to ask you to come over and talk. You put more focus into your work and making sure Abby would never find out about what happened. Alas, you couldn’t avoid Ellie forever and you finally agreed to go over to her apartment.
You knew this was probably a bad decision but despite trying to tell yourself otherwise, you missed her. You missed her touch, the way she made love to you wouldn’t leave your mind. Therefore it didn’t come as a surprise when it happened again. No matter how many times you told yourself on the way to her place you wouldn’t have a repeat of what happened last time, the second she opened the door you were on each other.
“i can’t believe you tried to stay away from me.” ellie said between kisses and you whimpered in response.
Synopsis- your brothers back from college and he brings his best friend since childhood back with him. you’ve realized you have a crush on her and sworn you wouldn’t act on it, fearing your brothers disapproval. ellie also has been harboring feelings for you but promised to not make a move per your brothers request.. especially since ellie’s kind of a player.
warnings- no smut this time </3 but little angst ig…, uhhhh idk i think that’s it.. was gonna make this a oneshot (that’s why the punctuation is sorta kinda good) but i decided NAWT to so here !
a/n well um… hi guys ! i’ve been gone for a year my bad chat 😞
U nfortunately, today was the fucking day. Now, usually, you’re happy whenever your brother decides to visit home, but this time he’s bringing an unwanted (very wanted) guest that you’ve been kind of avoiding, in order to not run your big ass mouth.
Ellie was annoying as fuck. That didn’t stop you from developing a crush on her, though, and you hated yourself for it. It was just... she’s so pretty with her stupid green eyes and veiny hands, and her pretty hair that’s always in that fuckass bun, and her... “Wait, what the fuck. Stop thinking about her, oh my god,” you groaned, putting your face in your hands. Unsurprisingly, you could never seem to keep her from getting stuck in your mind. It was a never-ending cycle of “I don’t even like her; she just has a nice face,” to “Why the fuck am I lying? I want her so bad,” battling it out in your head ever since you realized there might be something more than just annoyance toward her because she was your brother's best friend. Which also opens a whole new can of worms that you really don’t have the mental capacity to deal with.
You see, your brother is very, very, very overprotective. It was so bad that you couldn’t even bring up liking celebrities around him, which was absurd, so you had to tell him to back off (he never really did). Ellie, being the player that she is, definitely tried to get your brother's blessing to pursue you back in high school, but he naturally shot her down with a vicious and explicitly detailed description of how he’d kill her and hide the body if she ever tried anything with you, which effectively scared her from even looking at you for a while. Obviously, that didn’t last long because she became this annoying nuisance of a human being, and it ground your gears until she finally left for college with your brother, giving you a much-needed break.
the break didn’t last long because for some odd reason you thought it was the greatest fucking idea to stalk her social media. Granted, you did it out of hate (it wasn’t hate) so it’s really not your fault that seeing her posts made you start looking at her in a different light. But now she was back. And this time, you have this added knowledge that she’s hot as fuck and you don’t really think you will be able to function around her.
You paced around your room, hands in your hair, agonizing over what the fuck to wear ever since you learned Ellie was visiting with your brother today. It was like some kind of cosmic joke — the universe giving you just enough time to forget how much you liked her before slamming her right back into your life.
You could hear the muffled sound of your brother’s laugh from downstairs. Your stomach twisted, nerves kicking in. You peeked out of your bedroom window and, sure enough, there was Ellie, leaning against the car, hands shoved in her pockets, that fuckass bun sitting low on her head. She was talking to your brother, but you barely registered him — all you could focus on was her smirk, the way her eyes squinted when she laughed, how the light from the sun caught on her freckles. Now that made you make a face, “ew why the fuck am i thinking like a poet.”
“Gotdammit,” you muttered to yourself. “Get it the fuck together.”
Your heart was racing, but you couldn't tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe both…. definitely both.
A sharp knock on your door yanked you out of your thoughts, and before you could even answer, your brother barged in. “Hey, Ellie’s here,” he said, grinning like an idiot. “Come down and say hi, don’t be weird.”
You raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the weird one, you are. and plus i have to finish getting ready! i’ll be down in a second, get out!”
He rolled his eyes. “Just be normal for like five minutes, when you come down okay? I know you guys have this weird rivalry or whatever the fuck but its been like a year so please.”
“fine, but if she starts her shit don’t say anything.” you mumbled, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “fuck me.” you sighed and turned to finish getting ready.
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As soon as you hit the bottom step, Ellie’s eyes locked on yours. That familiar spark of mischief shined in her gaze. She tilted her head slightly, grinning in that infuriatingly, cocky way that always made your knees a littttle weak.
“Hey,” she said, her voice soft but teasing, as if she already knew the effect she had on you. Which she couldn’t know… right? Right.
You swallowed hard, trying to act unfazed. “Ellie.”
Her grin widened, and for a split second, you could’ve sworn she looked you up and down. Almost like she was checking you out. weird. “Long time no see,” she said, stepping forward and pulling you into a quick, unexpected hug.
Your brain short-circuited for a moment, and when she let go, you were left standing there, blinking like an idiot, your skin buzzing from where her hands had briefly touched your back.
“It’s barely been a year. but yeah, long time,” you managed, trying desperately to sound casual but instead sounding like a dying cat.
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The next couple of hours were spent catching up and you watching ellie and your brother play Call of duty.. or was it fortnite? you can’t really remember. all you can seem to focus on is how ellie’s hands look around the controller and how good they’d look around your ne- “hey. are you.. okay?” you jumped a little at being pulled from your thoughts by ellie and slowly realized how long you were staring at her hands. “oh um yea.. totally,” you chuckled nervously and turned your attention back to the TV trying to ignore Ellie's burning gaze on the side of your face. Like usual, your brother was oblivious to anything but that damn game, trash talking like crazy, while you kept sneaking looks at Ellie after that embarrassing ass moment. She didn’t seem to mind though; in fact, she seemed to enjoy catching you staring. Every time you glanced her way, she was already looking, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
At one point, you found yourself in the kitchen, you were hungry as fuck and being a third wheel didn’t exactly curb your hunger. Unfortunately, Ellie walked in not too long after you, her presence immediately making the room feel smaller.
“So,” she said, dragging the o and leaning against the counter with that same smirk. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
You froze, almost crushing a chip that was making its way into your mouth in your hand. “What!? No, I haven’t. You're actually delusional, I don't know.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Rightttt. I'm totally delusional.”
You turned to look at her, grabbing another chip out of the bag to eat before pausing and saying, “Okay, maybe I have. But it’s not purposefully !”
Ellie took a step closer, and you had to force yourself to keep breathing. “Oh really?”
“Yes really! I have literally no reason to avoid you. Don’t be dumb. i’ve just been busy with getting my esthetician license.. ” You bit your lip, trying and failing to seem calm. God, this was the exact situation you were trying to avoid. You wanted to tell her off, make her stop questioning you, but honestly… you kinda missed her (you’d never admit this out loud) and it was nice talking to her. Not to mention looking at her lips while she talked was one of your favorite pastimes.
Ellie took another step forward, so close now that you could smell her — that familiar mix of leather and something earthy. It was distracting as hell, and you loved hated it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in your chest.
“Busy with your esthetician license, huh?” Ellie’s voice was low, almost mocking, as if she knew how much of a lie that sounded like, even if it was mostly true. “that’s hilarious because you seemed to have plenty of time to stare at my hands earlier.”
Your face burned instantly. “I wasn’t staring,” you blurted, probably a little too fast.
Ellie’s smirk widened, her eyes flicking down to your hands fidgeting with the chip bag. “Sure you weren’t.” She was enjoying this way too much, but instead of leaving you to drown in embarrassment, she stepped even closer, her gaze suddenly more intense, less mocking. “You know, I don’t typically care if you stare.”
Your brain completely short-circuited. Was she for real? You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you decided it’s now or never and maybe it’s time to give her a taste of her own medicine.
You leaned in, your eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, the playful tension between you both shifted into something else — something heavier. “is that right?” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur as you tucked a loose strand behind her ear with a smirk.
Ellie’s breath hitched and you saw a blush spread across her face like crazy. She was not expecting you to reciprocate her teasing. In fact, she thought you would get too flustered to even think. You giggled at her stunned face, body still alight with nerves and your mind screaming did i really just do that??? The room felt impossibly small, and you couldn’t focus on anything but how close she was. You could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her gaze flickered down to your lips for just a second before snapping back to your eyes.
“I—” you started, but before you could even finish, your brother’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, causing you to jump back from Ellie in surprise.
“Ellie, you better be keeping your hands to yourself…” he called from the living room, his tone half-joking but you could tell he wasn’t.
Ellie groaned in annoyance at the interruption. She raised her hand as if to hold yours but faltered at your confused expression, and dropped it with a sigh “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, her voice quieter now, as she turned toward the living room. “Jesus Christ.”
