dramatic much | ella toone x female reader
veryyy short ella blurb to get back out there. no warnings.
sorry for my disappearance - writers block got the complete best of me and i hate every draft i make.
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ella busied herself in the kitchen, occasionally stopping stirring the sauce in the pan to re-read the recipe on her phone.
some may say she’s been a little too aspirational in opting to make a three course meal for herself and you, considering she can barely make a bowl of cereal without something going wrong. but with her being away so much with with international duty and pre-season duties lately and little time for just the pair of you - she wanted to do something special.
in all fairness, everything was going to plan. she prepped the veg in advance, seasoned the chicken, and is yet to call alessia to come and save her (and the meal).
but nothing is ever easy in the world of ella toone, so as the brunette was jamming along to one of her notorious spotify playlist as well as peeling potatoes; she accidentally managed to slice her finger.
“fuckin’ el” she retracted her hand back in a jolt, watching in horror as blood pumped out of the small but painful cut.
she’s pretty sure this is the end, any minute now and she’s going to die from a haemorrhage which is why in a swift motion - like any self respecting adult would do - she whipped out her phone from her back pocket.
“hey babe.”
“how far away from home are you?”
“about five mins-ish, why?”
“i’m gonna die man! you need to hurry up.”
“what do you mean, what have you-“
but ella hung up and there you was; heart rate through the roof as you sat driving your car. it didn’t take long for you to get back though, probably breaking a few speed limits here and there.
“ella?” calling out as soon as you entered the premises.
“in the kitchen!”
you find the girl hunched over the counter-top, about thirty pieces (not an understatement) of kitchen roll wrapped around her hand. “what have you done?”
“bloody sliced my finger open.” you see the half peeled vegetables on the chopping board and piece two and two together, letting out an airy laugh “let me have a look.”
ella propped herself up onto the counter as you gently unravelled the tissue paper to reveal… a small cut. barely a nick, really, but enough to have your dramatic girlfriend convinced she was at death’s door. “oh my god you are such a hypochondriac.” 
“mate it was like a blood bath in here i nearly died.” the mancunian defended herself as you hummed along amused, searching for the first aid kit.
“it’s your fault too.” she vindicated.
“of course it is.” you said with a grin, playing along “what did i do?”
“if i wasn’t cutting potato’s for this meal i was making for you, then it wouldn’t of happened.” she huffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“or maybe you and the kitchen just aren’t meant to be.” you opened a sachet of antiseptic wipes and motioned for her hand. “but i love the thought and effort.” you kissed her lips while slying cleaning the wound.
“shit shit shit!” the brunette pulled back and immediately went to wave her hand to stop the stinging “what you do that for?!”
“would your dramatic ass let me do it if i had told you? the answer is no.” you smiled sweetly at her and put a plaster over the cut. “there. all better.”
“wait you forgot something.” looking expectantly at you as you cleared away the rubbish. “what?”
“kiss it better?” you laughed at the childish behaviour but gave in, conceding a quick peck on her finger. “i’ve never known anyone as dramatic as you, ella toone.”
“good thing you love me isn’t it?” she hopped off the kitchen surface and smacked your butt.
“mhm. now go get changed so i can put that shirt in the wash.” pointing to the scattered red marks on the material.
“fine, but i’m stealing your hoodie.” she called over her shoulder as she made her way to the bedroom.
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well what was supposed to be ella’s culinary masterpiece ended up being your handiwork. after convincing the girl she’d done enough damage for one night, you took over in the kitchen, following the recipe she found. to your surprise, the meal turned out pretty tasty. ella hovered around you the entire time, watching your every move like an eager student, offering unhelpful advice and distracting you with cheeky kisses. not that you minded—it was nice to see her so invested, even if it meant she spent more time fussing over her finger than actually helping
with dinner over and dishes abandoned in the sink, the pair of you was settled on the sofa, scouring the tv for literally anything to watch. ella was cuddled into your side, messing with the remote as you combed your fingers through her hair.
“why don’t we see what’s on netflix? i think there’s some new shows out.”
“ugh there’s nothing good on netflix anymore.” the brunette moaned.
“you’re so hard to please sometimes y’know.” you teased as you took the remote off her and put on a movie both of you liked, one that you watched together more times than you can count “happy?”
ella nodded, “i’ll go grab some snacks.” she manoeuvred off you and the couch, bending down to steal a kiss on the corner of your mouth, the brief contact leaving you grinning. you watched her disappear into the kitchen, hearing the familiar clatter of cupboards opening and the rustle of packaging as she gathered your favorites.
she was back after a couple of minutes, hands now full with a bowl of popcorn, a bar of chocolate and two cans of pop. “here you go m’lady.” she said with a mock bow, gracefully placing the bowl on your lap and handing you one of the drinks. “thanks babe.”
she went to the other couch and picked up the blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders like a cloak and making her way back to her personal pillow (you).
“ah! shit shit shit!” the older girl was now hopping around holding her foot.
“literally what’s just happened?” you look on in disbelief because realistically how many accidents can this girl get herself into.
“stubbed my bastard toe.” ella hissed through gritted teeth “think i’ve broke it, swear I heard a crack”
“oh for fucks s-“
