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Thinking about movie night with best friend!abby …
feeling your hands slowly inch closer together underneath the blanket while you’re sitting on the couch watching a movie…
you feel the subtle heat first, the quiet shift beneath the fabric that’s draped across your laps. you feel like you haven’t moved in hours, sitting still and trying not to let her know how heavy you’re breathing.
but then she moves again, clears her throat to make it seem natural but it’s anything but that…
she shifts, her leg brushing against yours.
-do I move? would it be weird if I leave it there?-
the smallest brush of her pinky finger grazes yours and your breath halts. you aren’t even sure if the movie is still playing in-front of you because all your mind can focus on now is -just breathe, it’s fine, just breathe-
but it happens again. she watches out the corner of her eye, watches you squirming, eyes closed trying to breathe through the panic.
and then again. a slower, more intentional brush. you open your palm, tilting your hand towards her and without any hesitation her fingers are sliding between yours, thumb grazing over skin.
you can’t hide it anymore, your breath stutters a little bit too loud and her eyes finally blink over to you.
“this okay?” she whispers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“yeah” you whisper back, “it’s more than okay”
I feel like mush….
I’m just always thinking about her really…
(Do people on my taglist want to be tagged on posts like these too? Idk?)
if you’re maga or close to someone who is - hell, if you aren’t adamantly against maga - you really don’t belong in a fandom filled with queer people, women, disabled people and poc.
this comes from seeing a certain sevika writer agreeing with the stupid ‘it’s none of my concern if my friends are maga, we just need to love one another’ bullshit.
this is no longer ‘just political’. it is a complete lack of morals.
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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.
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⌇ synopsis . . . just some thoughts ive had about Skater!ellie !
────────⊱ ⵌ 2.1k+ sfw and nsfw, modern au, no use of y/n, might be ooc (?) but i dont rlly think so, pet names (baby, pretty, princess.), fingering r and e!receiving, oral r!receiving, strap usage e!receiving, idk what else.
sfw below this . . .
♰ skater!ellie who . . . 100% owns a skate shop that seems to not be doing that well from the outside, but is actually raking in a good three to four thousand a month due to how many skateboards she assembles in a day.
♰ skater!ellie who's . . . Shop has so many different sections—one for when people came in for haircuts, one for assembling skateboards, one for tattoo's, the whole back department of the store is an indoor skate park, and clothing racks that were just scattered everywhere.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Has bottles on top of bottles of hair dye in her cabinets, both at the store and flooding her bathroom at home.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Dyes the same couple strands of hair different colors─not wanting to commit to a full head of skunk stripes.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Always has black eyeliner and / or mascara smudged around her eyes no matter the occasion. Like she could be going to a serious family gathering with Joel and still put on her eyeliner.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Owns at least ten cameras, half of them being old cam corders that she uses to make little vlogs with her friends.
♰ skater!ellie who's . . . Pants are either four sizes too big or barely baggy but still easy to pull off due to how she styles herself.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Shitposts on youtube whenever she has time to film even though she knows no more than ten people are watching.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Consumes at least two energy drinks every day and gets headaches if she doesn't. Dina even notices sometimes when she would drink two or three back to back.
"bro didnt you just have one?"
"yeah and what about it?"
"its not healthy."
"uhhh is keeping my headaches away suddenly unhealthy?"
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Spray paints designs on the walls both inside and outside of the shop, decorating it to her liking.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . custom made her skateboard as in the bottom of it would be her own drawings, and I know she would have at least fifty stickers per skateboard she's ever had.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Whenever she messes up a trick or falls down she'll just lay down in the spot she fell for a good thirty seconds contemplating everything.
"you good?"
"mmph."
♰ skater!ellie who . . . fell in love at first sight when you walked into the shop asking if she sold jeans. You had been struggling to find affordable jeans that flattered you so once your friend suggested a skate shop a couple blocks from your house you decided to give it a shot.
"Hey uhm, my friend suggested I come here if i wanted baggy jeans... do you sell them?" you had asked, leaning on the counter as Ellie assembled a skateboard for some random.
"Uh─yeah─yeah help yourself!" She stammered, hands trembling against the screw diver she held.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Told Dina and Jesse about you the second you bought two pairs of jeans and left.
"She said she liked my hair!"
"El, honey... did you ask for her name?" Dina asked, slightly joking as she knew how Ellie got once she got a crush.
"Uh—not yet!"
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Made sure to actually get ready every morning on from the day you came in the shop, hoping that you'd see her without eyeliner from the night before that somehow ended up on her cheek.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Met you again at a party one of your mutual friends was having. You sat outside on the porch, trying to get away from the noise for more than two seconds at a time. Ellie however went out to smoke a blunt she had rolled earlier that day.
You watch as she walks ahead of you, lighting the blunt and taking a deep drag. She wore jorts, a sliver of skin revealed by her slightly cropped shirt.
You didnt even notice she had turned around.
She blew a trail of smoke out the side of her mouth, "You smoke?" she asks, snapping you out of your trance.
You straighten your posture, nodding as you set your hands on your knees. She smiles, walking over and plopping down next to you.
She hands you the blunt, "thanks." you mutter, voice low over the music that continued blast in the house.
Her eyes linger on your lips as you hollow your cheeks, sharp smoke entering your lungs as you inhale. you pull it away, coughing and handing it back to ellie.
"holy shit." you manage through coughs, she lets out a chuckle, "you're okay, princess." she says, hand coming up to your back to rub it lightly.
Heat creeps up your neck as you finally take in ellies appearance. "wait... you own that skate shop a couple blocks down from the grocery store, right?"
Ellies face turns a light pink, her freckles fading under the blood rushing to her face. She nods, removing her hand from your back as she continues smoking the blunt.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Would be lying if she said she didn't notice you walking outside and wanted a moment with you alone.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Was estatic when you began to come to the shop regularly despite not skating once in your life. Like she would call and message jesse and dina every day after you would visit, just sitting around or watching her skate around.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Started keeping your favorite snacks in stock so you didnt have to leave her to buy them.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Had so much fun teaching you to skate after you had brought up the idea.
Her hands held yours, keeping you safe as your feet stay planted on the board under you.
She began to push the skateboard lightly, "El! I'm gonna fall!" You exclaim, squeeling and tightening your grip on her arms.
"No you won't, pretty." she chuckled, guiding the board along the flat part of the park.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Lets you color in her tattoos with markers and sharpies so you linger with her everywhere she goes, not worrying if her skin was stained for a couple days no matter how much she scrubbed.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Constantly compliments you. You weren't exactly insecure, but you still had feelings, so when ellie began complimenting you whenever you saw her you're days became so much brighter.
"Your hair looks so pretty!"
"I like your pants, where'd you get them?" She jokes, "here, ellie." You say, a grin creeping onto your lips. "well they look insanely good on you!"
"You smell so good."
"I love your piercings."
"You're so gorgeous."
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Starts to give you clothes from the shop for free due to how much you were buying already. You had spent so much money once that she just decided to give you clothes for free.
"No, ellie! let me buy them! I just got paid too!"
"no, you've already bought basically half the store, I might as well give you stuff for free!"
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is so awkward the first time you sleep over at her house, cleaning every crevice the night before.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Comes over with a busted lip, a thick cut in her eyebrow, scraped knees, and scraped elbows.
"Oh my god, ellie! what happened?" you ask, dragging her into the house so you could clean her up.
"540 gone wrong," she jokes, a chuckle escaping her as she tried to keep her eyes open.
You drag her into your bathroom, a towel and rubbing alchohol resting on your sink. She sat on the closed toilet, looking up at you as you wiped away dried blood and dirt from her body.
"might sting..." you mutter, starting to concentrate on the open wounds.
She takes a sharp breath in, her hands shooting up to your waist just for something to hold on to. "sorrysorrysorry" you quickly apologize as you put a bandaid on her eyebrow.
"Better?" she nods slowly, "anything else you need?" she nods, grinning slightly.
"kiss my booboo?" she asks, already laughing along with you as you lean in, pressing a soft kiss ontop of the bandaid.
You pull away, ellies eyes still lingering on yours as you look down on her. Your breath hitches, the distance between the two of you seeming to pull you in.
Her eyes flicker to your lips, her hands remaining on your waist. she swallows, "can I kiss you?" she asks just above a whisper.
You dont reply, only pulling her in so your lips touch, like puzzle pieces meant for eachother. Your hands cup her cheeks, attempting to pull her in deeper but quickly stopping once she winces.
"you okay?" you ask, concern beginining to show. Her hands raises to her lips, lightly grazing the cut that began to bleed again.
"My lip, baby." she mutters, looking at her blood covered finger.
"you wanted to kiss me!"
"Yeah but I didn't expect you to become a vampire!"
nsfw below this . . .
♰ skater!ellie who . . .Once she found out she was going to be the one to take your virginity, she made sure your first time was unforgettable.
She had laid out so much—flowers, candles, drinks, and more—just to make sure you had a memorable night. She was so gentle, handling you like you were a prized possession—which, to her, you were.
She constantly checked in on you.
“You okay, pretty?”
“Tap me twice if you ever want me to stop.”
“You’re so tight, baby… this shouldn’t hurt. If it does, tell me,” she’d warn as she stretched you out—one finger at a time before stopping at two.
♰ skater!ellie who . . .Felt so accomplished when she made you come embarrassingly hard just by rubbing your clit.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is a praise demon—both in giving and receiving. She praises everything you do, especially after she realizes you have a praise kink following the first time you had sex.
She’ll even drop little bits of praise in public just to watch your demeanor shift.
One quiet “You did so good, pretty,” and she’s satisfied, watching you start to stutter.
But the second you praise her while she’s sucking on your sensitive bud, she melts, only trying harder as she listens to the whiny moans spilling from your lips.
Her eyes stay locked on you as you struggle to keep your thighs from closing around her head.
“Fuck—you feel so good, baby…” you coo. Her eyes widen as she sucks harder, your hands quickly tangling in her hair.
“Ellie!”
♰ skater!ellie who . . .Is high-key a squirter.
The first time you fingered her, she practically transcended into another reality. It only took her maybe five minutes to come—her legs trembling, her back arching, her slick coating nearly your entire forearm.
Her hands fly up to her face. “Shit,” she mutters, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“S—sorry…” she stutters, the cool air against her sensitive heat making her shiver.
“Baby, there’s no way you’re apologizing,” you reassure, gently pulling her hands away from her face.
“That was hot as fuck.”
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Films sex tapes on one of her many cameras. They are her favorite thing to watch when alone too.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Quickly learns what specific toys you prefer and buys a good ten more from some random sex shop.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is used to giving more in sexual relationships, but ever since she started dating you—someone who actually cared about her pleasure—she's been receiving so much more.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is a mess when you strap her for the first time, body sweating, hands shaking as she tries to find something to hold onto, and gruelingly deep moans ripping from her throat after every thrust.
♰ skater!ellie who . . . Loves watching you come undone. like she genuinely loves seeing how many times she can make you climax until not only you've basically become a ragdoll but also once she's done eating you out like you're a five star meal.
a/n this was supposed to be a quick short one but bruh ts long asf </3
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