· · ─── 𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆, a practically pro skater, met you in a skating group online after you joined asking for tips for beginners. Both of you ending up talking together nearly every day until you started moving to private calls, DM’s and getting each other’s socials. Which in the end led to you both meeting up for the first time… then again… and again.
𝑪𝒘 ✮ Part 1 is sfw (part 2 will be nsfw) ༝ fluff ༝ skateboarder!ellie ༝ online best friends to lovers ༝ slight injury ༝ meeting up ༝ sleeping on call ༝ Joel mentioned ༝ ellie is a massive nerd with a crush on you obviously. Dark mode !!
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who just happened to be the only one online when you joined the group originally. Sitting on one of the bench tables outside the skatepark, face flushed red with her chest heaving from exertion. Dropping her board against the seat next to her and pulling out her phone. Who rolled her eyes at the ‘1 online’ glowing at the top before seeing your message.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who was originally going to sit down and finish some of the sketches in her journal but ended up texting you for over an hour whilst she was at the skatepark. Stopping by a corner store for some snacks as she helped you out. Only after you went offline did she go back home, getting the usual “Jacket!” from Joel the second here hit the floor. Grumbling and picking it up to put on the hook.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who didn’t stop texting you after that. Exchanging photos of your boards, videos of new tricks (always faceless), pictures of the scenery. She always seemed to be the first there whenever you sent them to the group.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who didn’t want to block the group with a bunch of comments and slid into your DM’s to casually talk to you. Who accidentally made it a thing of doing so whenever you posted a photo outside. Always cheering you on in private and publicly. Which is probably why Dina and Jesse were teasing the hell out of her for “having a crush on the new girl” she didn’t. She’s just helpful!!
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who heard your voice the first time after asking to call to explain something to you due to hurting her hand earlier in the week and having trouble texting as quick as she usually does. Who was stammering down the phone, cheeks glowing a faint pink as she tried to keep her cool after she heard your voice for the first time.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who gained a little bit of a crush on you after that. Not that she’d ever admit it! Who looked forward to taking photos with her camera every time she skated around town, posting them in the group and waiting for you to see them. Who plays cool when you do comment on them, rushing to her DM’s when you text her personally after.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who overtime developed inside jokes with you, texted you practically every day about skating and just random stuff. Letting you ramble about your other likes, complain about people in class or at the skatepark where you live. Who spent multiple times a week skating down the street on the phone with you as you rode the bus home.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE whose first time meeting you in person wasn’t planned at all. She had gotten sick one week and stupidly decided to still go skating and broke her toe from attempting some stupid trick she saw someone do online. Who acted all dramatic about it in the group… up until you saw it that is. Then she tried to brush it off and act cool about it despite being flustered about how worried you were.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who stared at her screen for a good five minutes, typing and retyping her response to you after you hinted towards you coming to meet up with her. She was alone, Joel was out of town and Jesse and Dina were busy, it made complete sense to you. Who freaked out the whole next couple of days, the sickness slowly faded away but her foot still throbbed with pain whenever she stood on it properly.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who insisted on meeting you at the bus stop instead of forcing you to make your own way to her house. Who fiddled with her hands as she leaned against the small wall outside. Nervous but excited. Who was absolutely starstruck when you turned to face her, lifting your hands up to show it was you. Ellie had never fully seen your face before. Hers was all over the group but she had only seen small parts of yours in less than great quality skating videos.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who almost fumbled within two minutes of meeting you, shoving off the wall to greet you (whilst also keeping her cool totally…) and immediately wincing as she put full weight on her foot clearly making you switch to your ‘caretaking mode’ the second you saw it. Pulling your bag over one shoulder and grabbing her arm to wrap it around your shoulders to help her walk.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who was overthinking so much about you coming to see her that she didn’t even think about her bedroom. Clothes thrown over the back of her desk chair, board leaning against the wall, sketches all over her desk, space books stacked messily in the corner with no real order. You didn’t seem to mind, looking through the ones taped to the wall. Mostly tattoo designs. Who tried to act cool about it but couldn’t help the smile on her face when she was talking about them.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who had gotten so used to talking to you through a screen that having you sitting beside her felt strangely unreal. She’d spent months sending you videos, voice notes, photos, but now you were right here stealing fries off her plate as a movie played in the background. Who kept catching herself looking at you before turning back to the tv whenever you noticed.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who said you should both go skating together as that is how you both became friends but you said no. Definitely not. You didn’t care if that’s how you met, Ellie apparently wasn’t allowed to touch her board until she was healed up. It was fine by you, you didn’t mind not skating. It just gave you an excuse to come and visit her again.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who didn’t really want you to leave but understood that you had too. Who, again, insisted on taking you back to the station. Her foot was fine now, she swears! Who accidentally rambled the entire way there, wanting to get as much talking with you in as possible before you left. Both of you sharing skating stories, talking about your pets, etc.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE whose house was strangely silent when she got back home until she got a text from you and a photo taken of the view outside the bus window. Who immediately threw her phone down on the bed before picking it back up a second later as Dina started spam texting her about how it went.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who starts texting you even more after you meet in person. Not because she has anything seriously important to say, but because she’s she knows who she’s talking to now. Knows who you are. And she wants more. Who refused to continue the series you both started watching together, both of you calling and taking multiple attempts to press play at the same time so you can watch it together from miles and miles away. Who totally did not fall asleep on the phone. Though, when she woke up at 8am, the call was still active. 11:34:05… 11:34:06…
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who was the one to arrange the second meet up not long after the first. It would be longer this time, around a week. Claiming it to be a good time due to “decent weather” and a “mostly empty skatepark”. Who grilled Joel into not being weird about you coming over a few days before. And two days before. And the day before. Until he put his hands up in surrender and promised to maybe leave them be.
· · ───.★ SKATER!ELLIE who stood outside the bus station for the third time. Skateboard in hand, drinks and snacks shoved in her bag from the corner store, leaning against the same wall as last time as she waited for you to arrive.
⭑.ᐟ 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅. . . @/nramv. All dividers made by me hehehe.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who makes you promise to stay away from her the first time your safety is at risk because of her
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who watches over you every night from the rooftops, silently protecting you
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who breaks her own promise, knocking on the window of your bedroom after a brutal fight
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who insists she’s not hurt, despite the blood on her face when you pull off her mask
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who still looks at you like you’re her world, despite breaking up with you months prior
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who still laughs through her pain when you make her take off her dirty suit before sitting on your bed, ‘no outside clothes!’
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who still prioritizes your comfort despite the lack of her own, a soft hand down your back, the most gentle touches even with her super strength
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spider!ellie who whispers to you between kisses “i know i shouldn’t be here, couldn’t stay away”
𝜗ৎ summary : bridal shower planning and cupcake ordering both go awry with a phone number mix-up.
𝜗ৎ warnings : smau! texting!fic. time skip -> a few months later!! fluff. this is the last and final part! thank you to those that have supported my first smau journey... it was fun to do so if anyone has any smau requests in the future... let me know <3
🕷 word count ~ 3k
🕷 content warning ~ flashbacks, memory loss, mentions of grief, profanity, yearning, no use of y/n, mild violence, uncertainty, self doubt, stalking and mild obsession, light angst
🕷 SYNOPSIS ~ Your visions start to seriously bother you, so you find yourself in a pursuit of the mysterious web-slinger, while she struggles to brush off how much she longs for you.
A/N: RAAAHHHHHH SPIDER-MAN BND COMING OUT TOMORROW OMHOMGOMOMG IM SEEING IT ON OPENING DAYYY!!! quick reminder that this story isn't based on bnd, but it is an interpretation of it in a sense!! dont come at me if its inaccurate lmfao bc i already know it wont be. i made this story up and it simply picks up where nwh left off but with ellie as spidey. hope you enjoy!! i HAD to get one more chapter in before the movie release
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Sticky notes, newspapers, files. They all litter your desk. So much so that you can’t see the wooden surface anymore. Some are stained with coffee rings, some are crumpled after being retrieved from trash cans and such. Some nights, you forget to sleep. Others, you forget that day and night are separate.
A week has passed since you started your search. Maybe a little more. You never officially ‘started’ anything, to be fair. Things keep pointing to your friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman. Your visions, your dreams. You’ve personally met her more times than most other New Yorkers. You aren’t involved in law enforcement, nor are you a reporter. So, why does she keep showing up?
It started with you simply reading articles you happened to come across. Your suspicions (and the algorithms of your socials) promptly led you to go on this wild goose chase for the infamous vigilante. You don’t even know how the sticky notes started.
As of right now, your closest lead is Spider-Woman’s patrol route. You were able to deduce that she has a weekly schedule for her rounds around New York City. On Mondays, she’s usually around ESU. She also often makes a stop at a certain alleyway, according to the footage you found online, so that’s exactly where you’ll be camping all morning!
You set up a little too early, reaching the spot at around six in the morning. It’s not like you slept at all last night. This has been keeping you up for days. These visions…they’ve been getting worse. You keep seeing her, and they keep getting more realistic. You were scared to sleep, truth be told. They got more violent with time, and they always left you feeling shaken.
Two nights ago, you felt it. One minute, you were in bed trying to sleep, and the next, you were trapped under rubble. You felt the weight on top of you. You felt the searing scratches scattered across your flesh, leaving fresh crimson marks that made it hard to move. Next to you was a torn red mask—Spider-Woman’s. Hazy, you crawled towards it and held it close. Then, the large chunk of sidewalk above you flew upwards, having been suspended by a web. For a second, you almost saw a blurred, pale, freckled face, but the concrete fell right back down on top of you, waking you up earlier than you would’ve wanted. If you could’ve just seen her face…
You just had a double shot espresso, though. You’ll be fine with no sleep.
An hour passes. Then two. You definitely came here too early. Every swipe you make on your phone takes away one percent. You should probably get your phone battery replaced. What was the battery health again? Your thumb presses on the grey app to check the battery, but you’re interrupted by the swift sound of wind and the quiet landing of feet against pavement.
Spider-Woman is right in front of you. She doesn’t seem to know you’re here yet. You take a step closer, and only then does she wheel around and look straight at you. Her lenses are comically wide, portraying the surprise she probably feels from seeing a random person in her usual alleyway.
Now, you’re just pissed. You didn’t think you’d feel too strongly about the whole ordeal, but seeing her so clueless and carefree while you’re suffering is driving you up a wall.
“Hey, you’re the girl that gave me the ninja turtle bandaids.” The red and blue one chuckles, schooling her posture and expression into something a little less rigid. “Are you lost?”
All you can do in this moment is glare at her. Why does she get to be relaxed? She probably doesn’t even have a real job! Who knows, maybe she steals from the city fund. For all any of you know, she might be working with the government to stage her ‘heroic deeds’.
Spidey senses the lack of enthusiasm from your end. She tilts her head before asking a follow-up question. “Not lost?”
You scoff, “No, I’m not lost. I’m here for you.”
Even through the mask, you can see her cocky smirk when she answers. “Well, I’m flattered, but—”
“Oh my fuck, do you ever shut up?” You snap, frustrated by her ego getting in the way of you getting to the bottom of this.
“Woah, hey, I mean no harm. What do you need?” The woman finally stops teasing. She squints a little to show that she’s no longer screwing around.
“Look, you and whatever voodoo shit you’re pulling is getting on my last nerve. Quit it, or I will find you.” As serious as you are about your threat, even you know how pathetic it sounds when it’s directed at Spider-Woman. What’re you gonna do? Empty her webshooters?
Despite all that, Spidey still appears to be taking you seriously somehow. It’s almost like your words actually mean something to her. You wonder if she’s like this with all the citizens she meets.
“Come again? I’m not sure I follow…”
“The visions. The dreams. Why do I keep dreaming about you?”
“Why do you think I have something to do with this? People have recurring dreams of others all the time.”
“No—these, they’re—they’re different.” You start to stammer, arguing against her statement. “They feel so… real. I know something’s going on, and I know you’re involved. They only started after the first time I met you.”
“I’m sorry, miss, I wish I could help… I don’t know what’s up with that.”
“They’re.. But they’re so vivid. It feels like witchcraft, or—or something,” you start to hesitate, not feeling as certain as you did two hours ago.
She shrugs, repeating her answer with true honesty. “I can’t help you with this. I don’t know, really.”
Your shoulders sag and you nod, taking a deep inhale. “Alright. Alright. Uhm, thanks anyway. Sorry for stalking you.”
Spider-Woman doesn’t give an immediate reply. Instead, she lingers, her hand moving to tug on her pinky and ring fingers. You glance down, noticing that miniscule gesture.
Without thinking, your hand comes up and reaches forward to touch the gloved hands in front of you, as if with the intent to soothe her concern. You stop yourself just in time, wondering what made you have that urge in the first place.
Ellie notices your reaction, of course. She notices every single thing about you. Her heart aches a little. Your body remembers how you held her hands whenever she played anxiously with her fingers. Under school desks during class. In lines for events and concerts. While listening to the news. After Tony died.
That easy, signature smirk still returns, and Spidey gives you a wink before lifting her arm and shooting a distant web. “See you around.”
And she’s gone.
You: hey!! r u busy?
Ellie: hii
Ellie: nah, not really. Why?
You: awesome :) meet me at this location, they make some meaaannn burritos
Ellie: lmfao sure. be there in ten.
You: dont keep me waiting :p
You smile at your phone after sending a link to Delmar’s Deli-Grocery before turning it off and sliding it into your pocket. That plan you made to talk to Spider-Woman was a total bust. She knows nothing about the dreams. All you need right now is a distraction, something to get your mind off of things. Ellie’s great. She’s funny and kind. Spending time with her would definitely do you some good. And you can’t be alone right now. If you’re left alone whenever you feel like this, you’ll spiral or feel awful for the rest of the day. Too awful to get by. You can’t do it.
Something about Ellie drags you in. There’s no denying how beautiful she is with her emerald eyes, her blooming freckles, and her deep auburn hair, but it’s not that. Her words captivate you. She doesn’t speak much, but when she does? It’s like it’s something that should just stay between you two.
She’s thoughtful, too. She recently gifted you a little planner she saw you eyeing at the mall the other day. You told her in passing that it seemed useful, but she never forgot. It’s the same with conversation, too. Ellie’s the type of person who will remember something you casually mention during a story, and she’ll bring it up later on when it’s relevant again unprompted. She’s never the type to dismiss you, either. Whenever your thoughts oppose, she actually listens to your perspective. She hears you out even if nobody else will.
You’ve taken a liking to her. She’s…everything you needed. She has this energy that keeps you in a chokehold you don’t think you can get out of. Her hands, calloused yet still so delicate with you, carry answers to questions you might not even know you have yet. Something about her makes you need to be around her. It feels like your very body is going through withdrawals from a drug you didn’t even know existed. You need Ellie. You just need her to be around, especially after what just happened.
Maybe you won’t admit how you feel just yet. It’ll probably take long for that to happen. For now, like with everything else, you’ll keep your heart’s desire tucked away until holding it in becomes physically inconceivable or too painful. What if the girl you’re longing for is straight? What if she already has someone?
The bell above the entrance rings, and looking under it, you recognize Ellie’s signature low bun. You push yourself off from the wall you were leaning against and make your way towards her.
“You made it,” you smile slightly. It’s more tender than the smiles you’d give Jesse or Dina.
“Why wouldn’t I?” She asks, confused but still smiling back.
“Well, this deli sells the best sandwiches you’ll ever eat. I was craving it for lunch and didn’t really wanna go by myself.” You admit, approaching the counter.
“Hey, Mr. Delmar,” you chirp, knowing this guy likes you because you’ve been coming here since you were a high school freshman. “Sandwiches, please. Two, this time.”
“You boost my customer count, kid.” He grins, pointing at you as a raspy laugh leaves him. “Two sandwiches.”
You chuckle back and hand him the money you owe before Ellie can argue and pay. You know she’s broke as shit.
Mr. Delmar hands you the sandwiches with a wink behind Ellie’s back and you shoot him a look, but your little smirk betrays you. With the food in hand, you decide to walk to Central Park, finding a bench to sit on while you eat.
“Do you feel alright?” Ellie asks between mouthfuls, facing you with her legs crossed on the bench. “You seem a little pale.”
You pause and furrow your eyebrows, pulling away from your sandwich when she catches you off guard. “I’m…Yeah, I’m fine. Do I look pale?”
“Not pale pale, it’s—it looks like there’s something on your mind.”
You stare at her for a beat, then down at your sandwich before lowering your hands and murmuring in a lower voice. “Uhm, well, I guess there’s something.”
Ellie simply nods, nudging you to keep going.
“I’ve been getting visions. Dreams. I don’t know what they are anymore. “You groan, closing your eyes in frustration about all this.
“Visions?”
“Kinda? I dunno… They’re all about Spider-Woman, and they all feel so vivid. They don’t feel like they’re ‘just’ dreams, Ellie. I feel crazy, but they hurt. And I’ve been getting these awful migraines and random headaches, and they’re only getting worse. It’s almost unbearable.”
“You’re not crazy.” Ellie mumbles. “People get visions sometimes. You think meds would help with the headaches?”
“I tried painkillers. The stronger shit too. They don’t do anything.”
“Maybe you’ve been interested in Spider-Woman? I used to have vivid dreams as a kid. The migraines might be from stress…”
You shrug. “That could be it, but it’s still annoying.”
“Try to wait it out. See how you feel.”
A weak huff of laughter leaves your lips. “Well, it’s not like I can do much else.”
“Let’s get ice cream after this. My treat, so you feel better.” Ellie gives a small, calm smile, the one that makes you feel less hopeless about things.
Slowly, you and Ellie fall back into an easier rhythm, leaving the negativity behind now that it’s out of your system. Even as your head pounds with that same ache with her in front of you, you turn a blind eye as much as you can to savor this moment.
Ellie’s good with a mask. You don’t feel an inch of the fear that engulfed her after your confession. She’s worried because why would you be getting visions of her as Spider-Woman?! If there’s one thing the multiverse and Dr. Strange taught Ellie, it’s that nothing happens without reason.
How could you be involved in this?
On the way, you and Ellie find yourselves taking the long route to the ice cream parlor. The two of you collectively went the wrong way a couple of times for the sake of walking a little while longer.
When you finally stop at the pastel rainbow colored shop, Ellie taps on the glass to show you a flavor. She points at your favorite.
“Salted caramel?” She suggests, giving you a questioning look even though she already knows.
You smile, and your face feels a little warmer than before. “How’d you know it’s my favorite?”
Something flickers across Ellie’s face. Her smile drops for a second, but she smoothly schools it into something more offhand as she shrugs. “I didn’t. Just picked a random flavor.”
“So, salted caramel it is.”
“What the hell could that have been, Happy?!” Ellie exclaims, pacing in front of her station while her newfound ally watches from his desk. “She’s getting visions. Didn’t you get a vision before you remembered me?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“So she’s close! She’ll remember me soon, right? That makes sense!”
“Ellie—”
“I just have to stay close to her. Proximity is what triggers it. You were around me for hours at a time every day, so by that logic, I should spend more time with her, and Jesse, and Dina, and then they’ll—”
“Are you gonna let me speak?” Happy raises his voice, maintaining his tone enough to get Ellie to pause without startling her. The girl nods once, stopping in her tracks to face him.
Happy stands up and leans against the edge of the table. “Look, kid. When I remembered you, it hurt. Bad. I mean,” he chuckles. “I thought I was dying back there. Don’t you think you should give it some time? Let it happen without rushing it? You said she’s getting migraines, and they’re pretty bad, and we both know you were closer to her than to me. It might only be worse for her.”
Silence washes over the lab as Ellie mulls over what Happy just said. She looks down at her beat up Converse.
“I…I really miss her, Happy.” She mumbles eventually. “She looks at me like I’m just some college friend now. Like I haven’t known her since grade school.”
“I know, Ellie. But give it time. Forcing it will hurt her.”
“Yeah…yeah, you’re right.”
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a surprise.” Happy smirks, a light bulb turning on in his head now that Ellie’s satisfied with his advice.
Ellie’s brows knit together, but she gives a cautious little smile. “What is it?”
Hogan leads her to Tony’s old office, and he walks over to a large Stark family portrait with the man himself, Pepper, and Morgan. He taps a few concealed buttons on the painting, and the whole frame shifts slightly to the left. Ellie can’t really say she’s surprised.
He pulls out this glowy, metal briefcase. A pit forms in Ellie’s stomach, and her heart starts to beat louder and louder. She recognizes that thing.
“Holy shit, is that…”
Happy smiles before she can continue. He brings the briefcase to the table between the two chairs in front of Tony’s old desk and gently sets it down.
“I figured out how to rig the system and add your biometrics…” He murmurs, entering a code before pressing two buttons on each side of the case. It opens with a soft whirring sound and Ellie has to stifle a quiet gasp.
Inside the case is a brand new suit, designed just like the last one she made with Tony’s tech. Her heart flutters as she takes a step closer to examine the new suit. The mask rests delicately, each web perfectly placed on the fabric she once loved and cherished. It’s nothing like the old stuff she wears that barely fits her probably.
Beside the mask and suit resides a pair of brand new webshooters. They’re a sleek, glossy black and clearly look more advanced than her at-home science project. She takes one out with a tentative touch and puts it on. It snaps into place around her wrist and even adjusts to fit her perfectly. She extends her arm all the way and aims up at the window. With the smallest press, a powerful web slices the air like a bullet, leaving a thick, sturdy mark on the black leather.
It brings tears to her eyes. The sight of what once was a guaranteed object in her life, now presented to her all over again like it wasn’t her property before. But he knows. Happy knows. He remembers. He’s the only current living proof of Ellie’s presence and existence on this Earth from beyond a couple of months.
He pulls an earpiece out of the case, placed with obvious care on top of the expensive red and blue material, and hands it to her. His eyes glisten with the emotion of seeing the start of her return to her former glory.
Ellie puts it on, and a feminine, robotic voice resounds from the tiny device.
Dealer!Ellie reaching a plateau with her drugs selling. She wants more, bigger and better.
A/n: this is a oneshot for now, dont want to get ahead of myself, but if you like it, please let me know and I'll continue writing it!!
Love, touchstained.
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Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Well.
Having no money means having no money.
Ellie Williams was the drug dealer on campus. There were little to no others trying to take her spot, which made her a top pick for lonely drug-craving students. However, as exam season came to pass and her loyal customers faded into becoming mere background noise, Ellie realised those few customers a week weren't paying her college tuition anymore.
Her big decision didnt just fall from the sky. No! She had tried applying to jobs. Countless jobs. Most of them saying she did not have enough experience or some never replying at all.
It wasn't until an envelope with big numbers in a red font showed up at her dorm, she knew she had to do something about her money problem.
Enter, you, who had supported Ellie's small dealership for a while now, only passing by when you really needed it. You weren't a frequent customer but a great companion whenever Ellie needed advice. After a few visits from you and some deals stretching out into a long stoned talking session, your relationship bloomed into quite a good friendship.
So, Ellie reached out.
Ellie started driving around a few other campuses after school, talking to students during house parties and giving her number out to anyone interested.
"You need some?"
"Yeah. How much?"
"50."
"Deal."
Ellie was on a roll after a few weeks of repeating the same cycle. She never dropped stuff off, always letting customers find her. And after seeing the cash roll in... somthing in her drugged up brain clicked.
she wanted more.
"I'm going to ask Caleb to start helping me out." Ellie casually spoke as she was laying next to you on her dorm floor. The two of you had met up to finish a chemistry task, but had started talking about whatever popped up into your mind, so the paper got discarded onto the side of her desk.
"Who's Caleb?" You frowned, turning toward her.
"Just some guy from a party, I figured if I let him hand out my shit and let him keep like.. 15%, I'd make money faster and more efficiently." She explained, seeming oddly calm.
"Jeez that's... a whole different thing than just wanting to get more customers, El." Your eyes stare at the bridge of her nose.
"Nah, its like me asking you to deal drugs and hand off like 85%. Same thing." She shrugged at your comment.
For a second, you could have agreed, but you shake your head slowly.
"That's like... a very different thing. Why... why would you want someone working for you? You're making like 350 a week now. That's insane already." You argue.
Ellie looked lost in thought for a second. The clock on her wall kept ticking as she let out a sigh.
"Its like a full time job yeah. It would give me around €1400 a month." Her eyes darted across the ceiling, but then her head lifted to make eye contact with you.
"But imagine how much more I could get? I need to pay for my dorm and my tuition, you know? Plus, the guy selling me the drugs in the first place is raising his prices." She pinches the bridge of her nose, as if she knew you had been staring at it.
"Dont you think this will get you on the radar, Ellie? What if they come knocking at your door? This is not a normal, average hobby." You remarked once again.
"Yeah, so that circles us back to Caleb. He'll be the face of the crowd. Just gotta make sure he doesn't snitch my ass. It'll keep me in the clear, for now." She mumbles the last few words so quietly you almost didnt catch them. For now..
"Its smart, Ellie. But.. you're making ends meet just fine in my opinion. I dont even make this much money." You're met with Ellie's eyes sharpening as she sighs and sits up.
"Whatever. You dont wanna be having this conversation, I get it." She slaps her thigh and stands up, a clear sign she wants you out.
"Fuck, whatever El. M'just try'na keep your ass out of trouble." You throw your hands up and get on your feet, grabbing your stuff and stepping out into the night.
A few days later, you're at a house party and met with a yet unfamiliar face striding towards you.
"Hey sugar." The low voice says, awfully silent for the loud music surrounding you.
"Oh, hey. Do I know you?" You turn you head towards him to hear his voice clearer.
"The name's Caleb. You uh... you smoke?" He slides in closer to you.
The smile on your face turns into an annoyed frown in a record time.
"What, Ellie couldn't come advertise her shit herself?" You scoff. "No, I aint buying. Sorry pal."
"You know Ellie?" His face drops suddenly.
"Yeah. She hired you didnt she?" You remark.
"Mhmm. Me, Jacob and Daniele." He points to various people in the crowd, also talking to others.
"There's three of you fuckers?" You exclaim, before waving him off and walking out the door. It doesnt take long before your phone is in your hands.
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Hope you guys enjoyed this little introduction! Let me know if you would like a series out of this!
♯ i’m sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is not available . . . bitchy roommates who collectively don’t even make half a braincell and are secretly in love with each other. ¹ ⁸ ⁺
hii could u maybe write some smut w masc streamer ellie x femme reader where ellie forgets to turn off stream while they’re having sex or maybe get to the point where she realizes it’s still streaming midway, up to you!
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synopsis: it wasn’t uncommon for your girlfriend’s work hours to stretch out into the long hours of the night—something you were used to. but on the nights you need her bad, on the nights you’ve been laying in bed for half an hour wishing she was there to fuck you silly, your patience simply runs out. it doesn’t surprise you that she’s just oh so eager when you finally approach her—so eager, in fact, that one word from you and she’s abandoning her game for a taste of your lips, forgetting about her stream, and leaving her entire chat to watch.
a/n: thank u nonnie 4 the req!! ellie does end stream before things get too crazy just cause i can’t stand the thought of so many ppl watching watching but i hope u enjoy anyway! (also lets just ignore the way its the same five usernames)
tags: SMUT AND THE END!!, streamer!ellie, influencer!reader, ellie’s chat, public? sex, feral ellie, reader is a tease, strap usage, knee thing, ellie slut-for-a-nice-pair-of-tits-williams, dumbification(??), costreamer!dina, non-accurate gaming terminology
twitch.tv/smellie —LIVE: valo w dina!!
it’s been a few months since you started dating your secret girlfriend—well, “secret” in quotation marks.
you were pretty sure you could do basically anything and no one would be able to call you a couple unless you admitted it outright.
at least, until today.
ellie’s job kept her from you some nights. it was unfortunate, but it wasn’t anything new.
you knew how to take care of yourself.
but tonight? tonight was different.
maybe your bed was feeling extra cold or you were feeling extra needy—whatever it was, it had you frustratedly huffing out of your bed, hot and heavy after half an hour of trying to ignore the way your pussy clenched on air, wishing it was ellie’s fingers instead.
you’d decidedly had enough.
the hallway floor was cold on your feet as you padded toward ellie’s bedroom, one of her oversized band tees hanging from your shoulders, just barely grazing the tops of your thighs.
purple led lights seeped out past the bottom of her door as you drew closer, gameplay gunshots and frustrated groaning growing louder.
“ah, fuck!” you heard ellie curse from behind the door, followed by a faint “ellie, coming up on your right!” from dina’s voice on speaker.
the door creaks as you push it open.
“els?” you called out.
no response.
you watched impatiently as ellie’s eyes remained glued to her monitor, video game light illuminating her face, scrunched in focus.
gayahhbtch: L ellieswetsock: LL!!! carrotcaker523: wth bro elssmells: ellie brooooo everbb65: dina’s carrying so bad
“chat, if you don’t stop with the l’s i swear to god.”
“ellie.” you said, louder this time.
all she gives is a distracted “hmm, yeah?”
“you coming to bed anytime soon?”
“mhm, gimme, like, ten minutes. just finishing up this tourney, okay?”
you just stand there, appalled.
ten. ten whole minutes.
after you’d just waited half an hour.
oh there was no way in hell.
with yet another huff you proceeded forward, arms crossed against your chest, staying just far enough so that the camera couldn’t see you.
“ellie?” you ask.
an absentminded “mhm.”
“you said ten minutes half an hour ago.”
finally, she goes to mute her mic, muttering a quick ‘i’ll be back’ to the chat and dina before turning to you. “i know, babe. i’ll be there soon i promi…”
she trails off when she finally looks at you—well, at some of you.
her eyes find their way to your underwear, thin and lacy and just barely peeking out from under her shirt, and never seem to make it back.
yeah that was waaaay too distracting.
you can’t help but smirk at her reaction. “yeah?”
“i-uh…” she sputters, “i just gotta finish the game, baby, okay?”
“there’re like three rounds left.” she mumbles.
all that talk and not once did she look away from your panties.
this was gonna be easier than you thought.
“alright, fine.” you say, tone uninterested, though you lean in instead of leaving.
and ellie can’t help but look at you.
“i was really hoping you could help me out,” you say softly as her eyes flicker up to meet yours.
you glance down once at her lips before returning, whispering. “but i guess i’ll just go take care of it myself.”
you can practically see the gears turning in ellie’s head, a light flush creeping on her face, as she weighed her options.
as if on cue, dina’s voice perked up. “williams, you there?”
you watch ellie look back at her monitor. then back to you.
you keep your face close as you nod toward her screen. “guess you should go get that, huh?”
“ellie, we’re about to start!”
all it takes is a bat of your eyelashes and she’s scrambling to find her phone.
“ah, fuck it.”
satisfied, you watch as ellie switched her mic back on. “sorry guys i gotta go.”
you can help but smirk.
didn’t even make it two minutes.
“wha-in the middle of the game?” dina’s voice comes up from the other end, confused.
“yeah, i-it, it’s kind of an emergency.”
you can’t help but giggle when you glimpse the ruckus in the chat.
ellieswetsock: bro wtfffff carrotcaker523: WHYS SHE SO RED?? elssmells: BROOOO everbb65: LMAOOO ELLIE everbb65: wtf is going on 😭😭
“what-ellie—?”
“okay, bye! see ya for minecraft tomorrow!”
“ellie?? minecraft is on wednesda—“ click.
and with that ellie’s pulling you to the bed, her computer behind her long forgotten, even as the multicolor usernames of her chat continued to flood in.
to your credit, you were right. ellie was in fact down fucking bad.
so down bad that one word from you and she forgot about anything else—including her stream that she forgot to end.
the messages came in faster as your voices faded in—faint, but recognizable nonetheless.
a small “fuck-” slips past you as ellie practically pushes you onto the bed, face flushed like she was the one who’d been waiting all night.
unfortunately for you, ellie’s chat is pretty familiar with what you sound like.
ellielvr: wtf was that ellieswetsock: holy shit is that y/n?? carrotcaker523: OMG Y/N elssmells: nah they fuckin everbb65: WTF Y/N???
completely oblivious, ellie slots her body between your legs, head in the crook of your neck as she peppered down a wet trail of kisses.
you couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected eagerness, though you’re tilting your head back to accommodate anyway.
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this as bad as she seemed to.
“ellie, what’s with you?” you ask with a smile, fingers finding her hair.
she just keeps her lips on you, muttering a muffled “your fault, babe.”
gayahhbtch: BABE?? ellieswetsock: AYO carrotcaker523: ELLIE elssmells: are those kisses 😭😭 everbb65: BABE??? WTF??
“walk in here with nothing on.” she mumbles against your skin. “fucking evil.”
her eager hands make their way to your thighs, your ass, and you can’t help but whine at how good it feels to finally feel her touch.
you giggle a little when her hands slip under your shirt, already moving to take it off of you.
—radiohead. her favorite.
“i thought you-fuck-liked this-mm, this shirt.”
“i like it better off.”
but maybe that didn’t matter right now.
“mmh, yeah?“ you hum. “prove it.”
and that’s exactly what she does.
her face is in your tits the second she gets your shirt off, cold fingers pinching at your already stiffened nipples, eliciting high, whiny moans from your lips.
gayahhbtch: AYO?!??? ellieswetsock: HELLO WHAT THE HELL carrotcaker523: ELLIE elssmells: ur streams still on !!! everbb65: THERES NO FUCKING WAY
at this point chat was going at light speed, messages moving in faster than any pair of human eyes could manage.
people were no doubt beginning to talk—tiktoks, tweets, clips of your slip up already starting to circulate.
within a few minutes everyone had seen them—including ellie’s friends who, unbeknownst to you, were desperately trying to contact her.
the first time her phone rings, she shoves it back in her pocket without a second thought, not even bothering to check the caller id.
not even bothering to keep her eyes anywhere but on you.
just going back to bury her face in you, hands hungrily cupping and squeezing the swell of your breast like she’s obsessed, leaving you to arch into her, head thrown back, mewling out her name in high whines.
the second time it rings you pull away—just a little though.
“do you wanna get that-“ you ask halfheartedly.
ellie doesn’t even bother looking up.
“mmh-no.” she murmurs against your skin.
“you-ah-sure? could be important-mmh-“
finally she pulls away, just enough to look up at you. the look in her eyes tells you she’s hungry, starving. whoever was calling would just have to wait.
“i thought you were all eager to get fucked tonight, huh?” she asks, voice low, hands still hard at work. “you sure you still want it?”
“ell-yea-fuck.”
“use your words, sweet girl. can do that f’me?”
gayahhbtch: ELLIE?!??? ellieswetsock: HOLY SHIT??? carrotcaker523: WHY IS SHE HOT THO elssmells: ELLI UR STREAM everbb65: someone clip this
she wanted nothing more than to have you feel her in you, fuck you so hard you’d realize how sorry she was for leaving you all alone when she could’ve been—ring!
ellie’s phone buzzes for the third time.
you give her a nudge, brows raised in a silent ‘go ahead.’
annoyed, she finally goes to answer it, cursing under her breath.
she accepts the call. “ohmygod what??”
“ellie! your stream is on!” dina’s panicked voice fills the room, and suddenly it’s completely silent.
ellie stops dead, turning slowly until the monitor comes into her view.
to her absolute horror, dina was right.
there it was; her screen lit up, your tangled bodies blurry in the facecam window, chat’s messages coming in faster than she could see them.
oh fuck.
fuck fuck fuck fuck.
ellie practically scrambles to her desk, screen going black as she shuts the stream off.
her fans watching are left with a frame off her hunched over her desk, wide-eyed and flushed with embarrassment, as she hurriedly searched for the off button.
yeah, you’d have to shut off your twitter notifications for the next few days.
you watch, hand over your mouth, as ellie makes her way back to you.
“holy shit…” you scoff in disbelief. “ellie… ellie?”
to your surprise, she doesn’t stop to sit and crashout, to pause and bury her head in her hands and worry about her very possible twitch ban.
oh no, instead she’s crawling back onto you as if nothing had happened.
as if thousands of people hadn’t just heard her promise to fuck you like she really meant it.
in a blink she’s back to rubbing at your sides, face buried in your neck, as her breath tickles your skin.
“wha-still??”
“baby, please, i need you so bad.”
there was a quiver in her voice, barely there, but it told you all you needed to know.
your hands find their way back to her hair as you stutter an approval. “oka-yeah, yeah-okay.”
before you know it she’s back fully on top of you, swollen lips on yours, desperate hands holding your face close.
you can’t help a gasp when she slots her knee between your legs.
the contact has you seeing stars.
“mhm, yeah i know.” she hums into your ear, “i know it feels good, baby.”
you whine when she reaches down to pull your underwear to the side, fingers just barely grazing your clit. “you’re soaking fucking wet.”
you expect her to tease, to work you up till you’re on the brink of tears. but she doesn’t.
instead, she’s plunging two ready fingers into your already sopping cunt without warning, getting off on the way you took her in oh so eagerly.
a steady wave of cries leave your lips with every plunge of her fingers, nice and deep.
“you did so good waiting for me.” she whispers, every one of your needy moans like music to her ears. “m’gonna make it up to you, promise.”
you whine when she suddenly pulls out just when you get used to the rhythm, leaving your pussy to check on nothing one more.
“ellie-“
“mhm, i know baby. just hold on.”
to your astonishment, she’s slipping off her boxers, fabric moving to reveal the strap beneath.
has she been wearing that the whole time?
“w-when did you—?”
a smirk makes its way onto her face when she sees the surprise on your face. “i told you i was ending soon, didn’t i?”
and with that’s she’s pulling your soaked panties to the side, lining herself up.
pleasure shoots through you when she finally pushes in, the stretch nothing short of delicious.
your hands instinctively fly up to wrap around her back, nails digging into skin.
“been wanting to fuck you all night.” you feel her breathe against you, hot and heavy, as she thrusts in, pace mind-numblingly steady. “just got-fuck-held up.”
ellie’s strap is like magic, taking away every thought in that pretty little head of yours till all you can do is whine out her name.
she moans like she can feel you pulsing around her, “fuckkkkk. so tight f’me.”
your fingers dig in so deep she’s sure they’re going to leave marks. not that she minds.
she loves seeing you like this—all fucked out and needy, pussy soaking wet, as your lips wrapped around the shape of her name on an endless loop.
“mmh-ellie—!”
“just take it, yeah?”
every whine, every fucked out cry, only spur her on further. she can feel you getting close, and she’s dead set on making good on her promise.
you’re moaning even louder when she picks up the pace, lips latched onto one nipple while a hand tends to the other.
the sensation is almost too much.
the pressure in your abdomen has been building steadily since she first fucked her fingers into you, and it was only a matter of time before you snapped.
“el-ellie—!” you cry out in warning.
“mhm,” she hummed, grip on your body grounding while you lost yourself, “cum for me, baby. i got you.”
a broken moan rips itself from your throat when you she pushes you over the edge.
you’re left arching off the bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head, as ellie fucks you through it.
“yeah, that’s it,” she groans, “take-ffuck-take it.” that little quiver back in her voice, like it’s all too much for her too.
her thrusts slow when your moans settle down, body resting on yours as she lets you pull her close to your chest, labored breaths beginning to even out.
you give a soft whine when she presses a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away as her hands return to grip your hips.
confused, you mumble. “wh-?”
“mhm?” she hums in response, eyes fixed on your entrance as she pulled out slow, causing you to gasp. “i promised i’d make it up to you, didn’t i?”
“yeah, but-“
“you don’t wanna go again?”
well, you didn’t say that.
she chuckles at your silence, “that’s what i thought.”
and suddenly she’s pulling your ankles to the edge of her bed, sinking down on her knees, strong hands pulling your legs apart.
“just sit back, baby.” she plants a kiss on your inner thigh.
Butch Ellie with femme reader who bakes bread and makes Ellie’s lunches for her like these video where girlies make those massive lunches for their partner
Idk where I’m going with this but yeah just like cute housewife reader, who loves wearing dresses and ties ribbons on her boots
Maybe they had a big fluffy dog and cute cat
OHHH SO MY DREAM LIFE 😭😭
your alarm goes off quietly just before the sun starts to rise. loud enough to wake you up, quiet enough to usually not wake your deep-sleeper wife
you reach for your phone quickly, stopping the horrible ringing sound. just as you start to climb out of your soft, floral sheets, a strong hand grabs you
“stay” ellie mumbles, barely awake
a quiet laugh escapes you “i don’t have time, i have to make your—“
you’re suddenly being pulled in tight by two strong arms “I’ll go to the deli, baby. stay” she places a slow, soft kiss on your cheek
“but—“ you try
“no buts, i want you here ‘til my alarm”
“the sourdough i made last night—“
“stay”
“i have to take the dogs out”
ellie climbs over you, trapping you between her arms, smiling down at you “stay”
“i can’t. but i want a kiss first” you say, pushing yourself up on your elbows to reach her lips
she hums into the kiss like she was eager for it “you’re really leaving me here all alone?”
you press your lips to hers again “yeah. I am. go back to sleep my love, breakfast will be ready by the time you’re up”
ellie sighs and moves back to her side of the bed “see you in an hour” she says sleepily
you move to the kitchen as the sun starts to rise, letting the dogs out, lighting a few candles and opening the windows to let the fresh summer air in
your routine goes as normal, making ellie’s lunch, her favorite sandwich on your fresh sourdough, a fruit salad and a handwritten note, finished with a kiss on the paper
the oil in the pan sizzles loudly as you start on breakfast, the air smells like coffee, eggs and bacon, which summons your wife
she’s in her big t-shirt and boxers, rubbing her eyes as she walks in, her hair is messy and out of place
“smells amazing” she mumbles as she yawns
“you look adorable” you tease. her arms wrap around your waist from behind as you stand at the stove, her chin rests on your shoulder
“I’m so lucky” she whispers into the skin of your neck before placing a kiss
“I’m the lucky one” you say, putting the spatula down to turn around and kiss her
“i wanna take you out tonight, properly” ellie says, her hands run down your nightgown, squeezing your bottom teasingly
“oh yeah? where?” your hands move under her t-shirt, feeling her soft skin
“anywhere you want. wanna see you in pretty dress, it’s been too long” her hands move up to your breasts, caressing them gently “so fuckin’ pretty, baby”
you smile, shyly “go get dressed, you’re gonna be late. breakfast is about to be ready”
she groans softly “can’t believe i gotta go to work all day knowing you’re home looking so pretty for me”
“i miss you when you’re gone, you know” you pout
“i got you two dogs and a cat, that’s not enough?”
how would kidnapper!ellie react/handle it if she accidentally or indirectly killed reader?
read at your own risk, the following content contains els mental derailment and your death but it is nothing sexual
If Ellie ever became the reason for your death she would not be able to handle living with herself anymore, she would either pay absurd amounts of money in a desperate attempt to save you or threaten every doctor within her reach to save you even if your heart had stopped beating a long time ago.
When they were unable to provide her with the results she wanted, your resurrection, she lost whatever was left of her sanity and went on a relentless killing spree. She saw you in all her dreams, her nightmares, and even while she was conscious, your face haunted her in every living second.
She killed all the doctors who proved useless to her and she did things with your corpse that she never got to do while you were still alive— not the depraved, perverse things— rather, the meaningful things like watching the sunset together and getting married on the beach.
After her delusion shattered a little into the future, she gave you a quiet, gentle bath and gave you a proper burial, climbing into the casket with you to suffocate herself to death alongside you, not even death can part you both.
drunk reader trying to make out with Ellie in the backseat of a taxi x mostly sober Ellie trying to get her to settle for tender affection because of the driver
ohhhh to be in this position with her 😩 TW: lazy writing
“wowwww, thank you uber driverrrr” you slur, climbing into the backseat of the car. your girlfriend grips your arm tightly in her hand, trying to keep you balanced
the driver gives you an irritated stare that you don’t seem to notice, but ellie picks up on it
“sorry about her. i’ll leave a good tip” ellie laughs, getting in the car behind you
you lean in close to her, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, you pout as she shrugs you off
“seatbelt” she says like a demand
“mmmphhh” you whine, ignoring her and pressing your lips just under her ear “you smell so good”
“you’re wasted” she smirks “sit in your seat” she says it in her serious, no bullshit tone
“baby” you whine, moving your kisses down her neck
“how’d you even get so drunk? i swear i only took my eyes off you for twenty minutes” she teases
“m’ not drunk” you lie hopelessly, still leaving sloppy kisses on her skin
“oh really? totally sober, huh?” she jokes, pushing you off her gently
“kiss me” you pout
“babe, be respectful. seatbelt. now.” she demands
you scoot back with a pout on your face “you’re so mean”
ellie leans over and buckles you into your seat “there, look how pretty and safe you look”
you lift your legs, resting your feet on her lap, needy for any contact
ellie starts to massage your calves “do your feet hurt?” she asks. you always wear the worst shoes, and you never learn your lesson
“mhm” you frown, looking down at your heels
ellie frowns back at you “I’ll rub ‘em when we get home, okay?”
“will you make me pasta too?” you ask, clearly pushing your luck
“you’re spoiled, you know that?” she teases as her hands move higher up on your legs
“I’m not spoiled at all, you won’t even kiss me” you complain stubbornly
she takes your hand in hers and brings it up to her lips, placing a slow, tender kiss on your knuckles “i know. i’m so evil. but yeah, pasta. whatever you want, it’s yours… when we get home”
You get hurt on patrol, and Ellie goes dead silent—the kind of quiet that means she’s furious and terrified at the same time.
wc-1504
The air on the roof is warmer than you expected.
It wasn’t warm outside, mainly because it was October and winter was coming. Still, it had the kind of sun-soaked heat that seeped through old tar and cracked shingles, enough to take the edge off the wind.
It felt almost normal up there. Quiet and safe in a way nothing else outside Jackson ever really is.
Ellie sat a few feet away from you, legs stretched out with one knee bent, her boot tapping idly against the roof. Her rifle rested beside her, within reach but forgotten for the moment.
“You’re cheating,” you say, narrowing your eyes at her.
She snorts, not even looking at you. “I’m not cheating. You’re just bad.”
You scoff, looking at her harshly. “Ellie—”
“You missed twice,” she shrugged, throwing another rock.
Your eyes widen at your girlfriend, hitting her playfully. “Only because you distracted me!”
She finally glances over, eyebrow raised, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Oh yeah? How?”
“You kept talking.”
“That’s not distracting, that’s called multitasking.”
“That’s called being annoying.”
She grins at that, her smile quick, sharp, and familiar. “You love it.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile pulling at your lips. The air feels lighter like this. Just the two of you, no immediate danger, no pressure, just something that almost feels normal.
All you could think about is if this is what it felt to be normal, before everything happened.
“Whatever,” you mutter, leaning back on your hands. “Next time I’m not letting you pick the rules.”
“There won’t be a next time. I already won,” she smirks, looking away.
“You didn’t win—”
“You literally missed the can from ten feet away.”
“It was windy!” you exclaim.
Ellie laughs, an actual laugh with her head tipping back slightly, the sound cutting clean through the quiet. It hits you harder than it should. You don’t hear that version of her often. Not out here.
Not anywhere, really.
You’re about to say something else—something equally stupid—when it happens.
At first, it’s just a sound. A sharp, clicking noise that sounded far, but you were so so wrong.
Your stomach drops before your brain catches up. Ellie hears it at the exact same time and her entire body goes still.
The shift in the air around you is instant.
The clicker bursts onto the roof from the stairwell behind you, it’s running fast and erratic. The infected’s head twitched, its mouth split open into that awful, clicking screech that echoes across the rooftop.
It starts running straight toward you and you pull your gun out in front of yourself, cocking it. You're reacting purely on instinct.
You step back, fast, trying to put distance between you and the infected when your foot hits a piece of loose concrete from the edge.
It slides and there’s a split second where your balance is gone, leaving you with no control and no recovery.
You feel it before it happens. The drop in your stomach and the way your body tilts too far back, before you gasp out, “Shit—!”
The edge of the roof disappears beneath your heel, and then you’re falling.
Everything happens too fast and too slow at the same time.
The sky flashes above you, bright and endless for a fraction of a second, then the building rushes past in a blur of cracked brick and broken windows.
There’s a gunshot, loud and deafening, echoing somewhere above you, and then, all you could feel was impact.
It knocks the breath out of you completely.
Your back hits first, hard enough that your vision explodes white for a second, pain slamming through your body all at once. Your head snaps back against the ground, your limbs going numb for half a second before everything comes rushing back in sharp, overwhelming waves.
You try to breathe, but nothing happens. Your lungs refuse. Your chest spasms uselessly, a broken, choking sound tearing out of your throat as panic spikes instantly.
You can’t move and honestly, you don’t want to move. Fear locks you in place, heavier than the pain, heavier than anything else.
Your breath finally comes back in a harsh, ragged gasp that burns all the way down.
“Fuck—” you choke, voice shaking, barely recognizable.
Your whole body aches. Every inch of you feels wrong. Your arms feel too heavy. Your legs are too light. There's so much pain.
You don’t try to sit up. You don’t even try to turn your head.
You just lie there, staring up at the sky, heart pounding so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs from the inside.
There was silence in the air, then footsteps.
Fast. Too fast.
Your heart lurches again, panic spiking, but then she’s there.
Ellie.
She drops to her knees beside you so hard it almost sounds like another impact.
She doesn’t say your name. She doesn’t say anything at all.
Her hands are on you immediately, grabbing your jacket, your shoulders, not rough but urgent, grounding. She looks you over fast, eyes moving over your face, your neck, your chest, like she’s checking for something she doesn’t want to find.
You try to speak, voice rough and panicked, “Ellie—”
“Don’t,” Her single word comes out quiet. Flat. It shuts you up instantly.
Her hands move again, more controlled now. One slides carefully to the side of your neck, fingers pressing lightly, checking. The other hovers over your ribs, hesitating for the smallest fraction of a second before pressing down gently.
Pain flared through your entire chest and stomach, white flashing over your vision. It was sharp enough that a broken sound escapes you before you can stop it.
Her hand stills with a tiny pause again, then she adjusts. Lighter, slower, more precise.
Her jaw clenches.
You can see it now, this close.
Every muscle in her face pulled tight, controlled, like she’s holding something back with everything she has.
“I’m okay,” you manage, voice thin, uneven.
She doesn’t respond, and doesn’t even look at your face.
Her focus stays on your body, her hands moving carefully, methodically, almost as if she was a robot as she checks your arms, your sides, and your legs. Every movement is deliberate, practiced, but there’s something underneath it now.
Something tighter.
Your breathing stutters again, not from the pain this time, but from her. From the silence in the air as she stared down at you.
“Ellie,” you try again, softer.
Nothing.
Her hand slides under your arm, testing, and you flinch when she shifts your weight even slightly.
She stops immediately, her body completely still for half a second.
Just then, her head lifts and her eyes meet yours.
It hits you all over again, the painful feeling, panting at your heart now too.
She’s scared. Not the loud kind where you run and cry, but not panic either.
This is worse.
Her expression is almost empty, too controlled and too still, but her eyes give it away. The green was dark and sharp, locked onto you like if she looks away for even a second, something bad will happen.
Something worse than what already did.
“You hit your head?” she asks.
It’s the first thing she’s said since she got to you. Her voice is low. Tight.
You blink, trying to focus. “I—I don’t think so.”
She watches you for another second, searching your face like she’s not sure if she believes you. Then her gaze drops again.
Her hand presses lightly against your ribs once more.
You hiss.
“…Fuck,” she mutters under her breath in a tone that was barely audible.
Her fingers curl slightly against your jacket, like she’s resisting the urge to press harder, to check more, to do something, anything.
“I can move,” you say quickly, even though you haven’t tried. “I just—just need a second.”
“Don’t.”
There it is again. Quieter this time, but sharper.
You swallow, nodding without meaning to.
Ellie exhales slowly through her nose, like she’s forcing herself to stay calm.
Her hands shift again, one sliding behind your back, careful and supporting, the other bracing your side without putting pressure where it hurts most.
“Look at me,” she says.
You do.
Her soft green eyes are locked onto yours immediately.
“Stay with me,” she adds.
You blink. “I’m—Ellie, I’m right here.”
“I know,” she says quickly. Too quickly.
Her grip tightens slightly. “Just—stay.”
Something in your chest twists at that. You nod again. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her jaw tightens.
She doesn’t say anything to that, but she doesn’t look away either. Not even for a second.
The world feels quieter like this. Smaller. Like it’s just the two of you and nothing else exists beyond this moment.
Ellie shifts slightly, adjusting her hold on you.
“We’re getting up,” she says after a second. It wasn’t a question.
Your stomach drops a little at that, but you nod anyway. “Okay.”
summary: ellie is helping you move out of your place and into hers. the process is stressful, so she helps you relax.
a/n: this is another fic inspired by an old req i took an eternity to write, so shoutout to whoever requested ellie and reader using tape during sex. mwah! divider by @strangergraphics <3
your apartment looks bare. naked. after countless hours spent packing your life into boxes, the once-cozy living room is nothing but four white walls and dozens of cardboard boxes, all the personality and vibrancy stripped from the place.
ellie’s helping you pack, her hair pulled into a haphazard bun. there’s a slight sheen of sweat on her freckle-kissed forehead, which she swipes away with the back of her hand before she resumes taping up a box labeled misc tv stand stuff.
when she’s done, she lets out a sigh, patting the now-sealed box. “y’know, i could really go for some pizza right now.”
“god, yes,” you respond as you scribble living room onto another box. your stomach growls as if it heard you talking. “but I still have so much shit to pack.”
“which is why pizza delivery is a thing,” ellie says, sidling up to you. she loops an arm around your waist to pull you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you need a break, anyway.”
though you won’t admit it aloud, she’s right. you’ve been up since daybreak, scrambling around your apartment to get as much packing done as possible. and while you’ve made great progress, you’re completely drained. you lean into ellie’s touch, melting into her side.
“fine,” you say, not needing much convincing. “just make sure to order extra pineapple on the pizza.”
ellie makes a disgusted face, nose wrinkling. “you’re sick. actually, let’s unpack your stuff, i don’t think you’ll be moving in with me after all.”
“you ass.” you give her a shove, rolling your eyes despite the smile on your face. “shut up, you basically begged me to move in with you.”
“yeah, yeah,” ellie scoffs, though she notably doesn’t deny the accusation. she slips her phone out of her back pocket and pulls up the pizza delivery app. a few clicks later, the order has been placed, and you unravel from ellie’s arms to return to your packing duties. she huffs, following you to a stack of books in one corner of the living room. “i thought we agreed to take a break.”
“we’ll take a break when the pizza’s here,” you respond, handing her a few paperbacks and gesturing towards an empty box at ellie’s side. she lowers the books into the box, then takes the rest of the pile from your hands to pack up. as you scan the room for something productive to do, ellie tapes up the newly filled box, her eyes flickering over your exhausted frame. excited as she is to live with you, ellie can see that the moving process is taking its toll. you really do need to take a break from packing… and, you know what? she’s got an idea to get you to relax.
“c’mere,” ellie says suddenly, bringing you out of your internal inventory of the apartment. she crooks a finger at you, beckoning you closer, and when you oblige, she places two steadying hands on your hips.
“what is it?” you ask, blinking at her.
“have you ever had sex on the floor?”
you let out a surprised laugh. “ellie, what?”
“genuine question,” ellie says. “have you?”
“well, uh… no. i haven’t.”
lips quirking into a smile, ellie asks, “wanna try it?”
and that’s how you end up sprawled out naked on the hardwood floor of your living room, a star wars blanket the only barrier between you and the cold flooring as ellie traces the folds of your cunt with her tongue.
now that your living room is significantly empty of furniture, there’s a bit of an echo. that’s proven to be unhelpful in stifling the sounds ellie pulls out of you with her mouth between your legs, so every moan that leaves your lips is amplified to an absurd volume - you’re positive your neighbors can hear you getting wrecked. still, ellie’s tongue on your clit is so blindingly good, you can’t help but cry out every time she makes contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves. after a particularly drawn-out, almost pornographic moan, ellie breaks away from her place between your thighs.
“fuck, you’re loud,” she rasps under her breath. “am i gonna need to use some of that?”
she nods towards the roll of duct tape on the floor beside you, last used to tape up the box of books ellie had packed earlier.
it’s a joke. you know it’s a joke.
but the thought of ellie taping your mouth shut to keep you quiet as she fucks you brainless… it stokes a fire in your lower belly, your already-drenched cunt somehow getting wetter.
“el, please,” you murmur, sounding just as needy as you feel.
she fixates on you with those gorgeous hazel eyes, lust clouding her gaze as she appraises the sight of your naked body splayed out for her, your cunt already shiny with your arousal and her saliva. when she imagines you with that pretty mouth taped shut, letting her fuck you open with her fingers as you moan weakly behind the barrier of the tape, her clit throbs with need. she reaches for the tape, rips off a chunk, and turns toward you with a questioning look.
“you sure?” she asks. her free hand moves to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face.
you nod your assent, and ellie smothers you with one last searing kiss before she smooths the tape against your mouth. she settles between your legs again, peppering kisses over the supple skin of your inner thighs, and you sink a hand into her hair, scratching gently at her scalp as her mouth moves closer and closer to where you need her most. she presses a chaste kiss to your swollen clit, and that alone has you moaning behind the tape.
“so sensitive,” ellie murmurs. she kisses your clit again, then laves at the sensitive bud with her tongue to draw another moan from deep in your chest. you tighten your grip on ellie’s hair as she laps at your folds greedily, the filthy, wet sounds of her mouth on your sex making you dizzy. she has you like that for what feels like hours, hands on your hips to hold you in place, face buried between your legs. every swipe of her tongue over your clit leaves you shivering, hips jolting, and ellie moans into the wetness of your cunt every time she feels you clench against her mouth. you’re already hurtling quickly towards the edge, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every motion of ellie’s tongue. when she slips her middle finger into your heat, meeting no resistance, she hisses your name under her breath.
“fuck,” she grunts. “you’re soaked, baby.”
all you can do is moan in response, the sound muffled by the tape. ellie coos, “shhh, i know. let me take care of you.”
she works a second finger into your entrance, cursing under her breath again as you clench around both of her digits. spurred on by the sensation, she scissors her fingers inside you, stretching you further, and you rock your hips as if to encourage her to move faster. she obliges, quickening the thrusts of her fingers as her mouth returns to your puffy clit. ellie lets a string of saliva dribbles from her mouth to your cunt, and she spreads the glob of spit with her tongue, circling your clit until your moans grow high-pitched and desperate, every sound you make spurring her on. she fucks you with her fingers at a relentless pace, the stretch tantalizing, and her mouth is pure sin as she sucks at your clit, desperate to make you come.
and when you finally do, it’s with a broken, punched-out moan muffled with tape, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you reach your orgasm. your thighs cage ellie’s head between them, her mouth still latched onto your clit as you gush around her fingers, and she fucks you through every last wave of pleasure that washes over you, her brow furrowed in concentration.
when you go limp in her arms, ellie pulls back, fingers leaving the warmth of your cunt. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes on you.
“this didn’t seem to help much,” she says as she slowly peels the strip of tape from your mouth. “but honestly? that was hot.”
your cheeks burn. ellie grins at the embarrassed look on your face, then kisses you soft and sweet. “i mean it. we should do that again sometime.”
“i’m not opposed to it,” you admit, chewing at the corner of your lip.
just as ellie moves in for another kiss, there’s a knock at the door.
“shit, the pizza,” she says, rushing to stand up and scrambling to find her clothes - all she’s got on is a pair of boyshorts. too relaxed to move, you wrap yourself up in the star wars blanket, watching ellie hop to the door as she tries to put on her sweatpants one leg at a time. she fumbles for the cash in her pocket, opens the door, and exchanges pleasantries with the delivery person.
turns out she did not, indeed, order extra pineapple.
🕷 word count ~ 3.1k
🕷 content warning ~ vague flashback, memory loss, mentions of grief, profanity, no use of y/n, ellie still loves matcha, pls comment if I missed anything
🕷 SYNOPSIS ~ Happy’s finally back from his leave. Ellie starts to socialize instead of running away like last time, but your own thoughts start to betray you.
A/N: a big and special thank you to the one and only @elleloquently for proofreading and helping me with the plot!! I love u so so much cutie <3 alsooo thank you guys sm once again for being patient with the slow updates, I'm honestly pretty proud of this chapter so I hope you enjoy it too c:
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It’s been a few days. Happy’s back. The bags under his eyes tell what his words wouldn’t. Dragging his legs toward the elevator, he presses the button that reads ‘64’ and waits to reach the floor with some of the biological labs. He’s supposed to be meeting Ellie there. She’s probably already working on something at her assigned workspace.
He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to see her without getting sick. Working, acting like this is nothing more than an internship. He knows what she’s doing now; it’s clear as day. Before his leave, she’s been working on a weird, sticky solution and fragments from Tony’s scrapped suits.
The door slides open after FRIDAY’s voice detection. Happy steps in, and it feels like all the energy gets sucked out of the room. Ellie pauses, perking up a little at the sight of him. That’s short-lived, though, after she sees his expression.
Did someone die?
“Morning, Happy…” She murmurs slowly, pulling away from the robotic arm she was just dissecting.
Before answering, Happy stands and stares, arms loose at his sides, hair unkept, mind blank except for the image of her in this same lab just a couple of months ago.
“Hey, kid.” He finally manages to croak out, walking deeper into the lab and finding the log at the very back to see what he missed.
…Wait.
Kid?
Happy and Tony used to call her that all the time. Ellie’s head snaps towards him as she processes it. Minding his own business, completely consumed by his own thoughts and memories.
Coincidence…? Maybe. But it hit her too close to home.
If there’s one word to describe what Happy’s feeling, it’d be grief. Grief of whatever he missed out on in Ellie’s life, what with the start of her years in college and her having to be Spider-Woman presumably all on her own.
“You okay?” Ellie speaks after a beat during which she debates herself to say anything. “You seem tired.”
Again, Happy doesn’t give an immediate response. He turns to look at her, and it is then that Ellie realizes his eyes are bloodshot. He’s either exhausted and depressed or high, and she doubts it’s the latter. He doesn’t seem like the type.
“Never been better,” the man mutters, turning his gaze away from the auburnette before his voice comes out.
Yeah, right. It’s not her place to push, so she just gives him a look before shrugging and reluctantly turning back to the robo-arm. She knocks the welding helmet back down in front of her face.
While using a welding machine, a spark flies onto a sliver of skin exposed under Ellie’s sleeve. She flinches backwards and a hiss escapes from between her teeth.
“Careful!” Happy snaps, shooting her a glare from where he’s sitting. “God, don’t lose your arm, genius. I’m not doing the paperwork.”
She can’t help but stare at him in surprise through the mask she’s wearing. He hasn’t snapped at her like that since… well, since before she started this internship. He usually just reminds her that mistakes are part of progress.
“Jeez, sorry…” She mumbles before resuming her task, albeit tense and a little shaky. She’s not used to Happy being like this. He’s usually… well, happy.
He doesn’t stop scrutinizing her even then. His eyes follow every single movement, every twitch of her finger, every hitch of her breath. She can feel the pair of pupils boring into her, dismembering her very soul into its purest form.
Ellie can’t shake it off. She’s dropped her screwdriver three times now, her hands trembling too much because of the pressure Happy’s silently putting on her. If there’s one thing she hates, it’s being watched. Especially when it’s this intense.
“Mr. Hogan, is something wrong?” Ellie finally cracks under the stress. She turns her head to look at him and pulls her hands away from the machinery.
Happy doesn’t verbally respond. A single, concise shake of the head is all he settles on, chin held up by his palm. His gaze refuses to falter.
Ellie tries to pay attention. Really, she does.
She knows something is up. Her heart knows what her mind wishes not to.
A beat passes, then two.
“You really aren’t gonna tell me?” Happy finally, finally speaks up. His words come out softer, more pained than it had sounded all day since his return.
“What?” The girl breathes out, putting her tools down and fully removing her helmet as she senses the seriousness of what is beginning to unfold.
“You know exactly what, Ellie.” His voice returns to today’s sharpness, but still, something about it sounds so pained. It hits Ellie right where it hurts. He doesn’t care like that anymore. Can’t.
…
He’s only called her ‘Williams’ since she started.
“I don’t,” she manages to mumble, still confused for the most part.
“Don’t do that.”
“—You were at Tess’ funeral.”
The ground might as well have swallowed her whole. In that instant, Ellie felt miniscule yet infinite. Terrified, yet filled with the relief of a thousand soldiers in a winning war. Her mind pauses, actually goes silent for the first time since everything started. Happy’s eyes that felt so scary all day, now hold the answers to everything she’d been asking herself since her entire life collapsed.
“Ellie… Why did I forget you..?” He whispers, leaning closer as his expression contorts with betrayal and sorrow.
“...Happy?” Ellie chokes out, barely. Her eyes redden on their own.
“Ellie.”
“Holy shit…”
“Am… Am I the only one?”
“Yeah. Yeah, you are.” Ellie answers, her voice cracking against her will as it starts to hit her that Happy really remembers.
The man gets up, walks around his desk, and stops right in front of where Ellie’s sitting. She looks up at him, filled with emotions too intertwined to distinguish.
Before she knows it, two heavy arms wrap around her shoulders. She gets up to meet him halfway, holding him with the desperation of a long lost companion.
They stay like that for a while. Ellie lets herself cry a little against his tailored suit, not that he’d care about that right now.
“You should’ve come to me first.” He murmurs, rocking her back and forth while patting her back and trying to calm her down. She doesn’t answer, but she does pull away to wipe her eyes and look at him fully.
After what seems to be him considering something, Happy speaks again.
“I’ll see what I can do for you.”
The three of you sit on the ground, backs against the front of Dina’s couch’s base. Jesse brought the sodas and pizza from that one spot you always ate at during high school. You brought the homemade cookies and microwaved popcorn. Even Dina went out of her way to decorate her dorm for tonight’s movie marathon.
Jesse’s broke, so he planned to only get three. He brought four without thought, and only later did he realize there was an extra can.
“Just in case,” he said.
An 80’s horror movie plays in the background, something about zombies and monsters rampaging through the country. The coffee table is littered with snack wrappers and discarded bags and pizza boxes. The only prevailing consumables on there are the half-full soda cans from before. Jesse ended up drinking the extra one. Fatass.
After chugging the rest of his drink when the credits roll, Jesse suggests. “We should make this a thing. Like, a monthly tradition.”
“Awh, that sounds cute,” Dina chimes in.” Like those sleepovers back in high school with—”
With? Dina pauses. With whom?
“Uh… I dunno where I was going with that.” She murmurs, but the uneasiness that fills the room is undeniable.
You all stay silent, suddenly tense after the collective feeling of grief and longing engulfs all three of you.
“Is it just me, or does something feel missing?” You ask, troubled. “I feel like we’re forgetting something.”
Dina clears her throat, brushing off your mutual concern. “We’re probably just tired… What should we watch next?”
“We’re probably just… not used to free time anymore.” Jesse tries to quip, but it doesn’t land even as you and Dina let out strained chuckles.
Dina puts on some rom-com, but none of you end up really watching it.
It’s late now. You decided to call it a night a few hours ago and brought out the sleeping bags to finally get some shut-eye on Dina’s living room floor. Falling into the oblivion of your subconscious mind, you encounter another one of those weird dreams you've been having. However, like always, it feels realer than your actual days as of late.
You’re laying beside a figure in bed, in your old bedroom, head on their chest. They’re wearing a space shirt and plaid pajama pants, arms wrapped around your waist. When you look up, their face is covered by Spider-Woman’s mask. It doesn’t last long, and the window shoots open with a loud crash against the walls and a violent gush of air and debris enters your room, swallowing everything whole except for you.
You wake up with a sharp gasp, a cold sweat dragging down your temple. Dina groans and turns in her sleeping bag to face you. Her eyes are squinting, barely open as she forces them to lock onto your unusually sickly complexion. Her expression is one of mild concern and curiosity.
You shake your head once, making a show of getting comfortable and shifting positions. You murmur, quiet enough to not wake Jesse too. “Bad dream. I’m okay.”
Too sleepy to push further, Dina nods and shuts her eyes once again. Five seconds later, you hear her faint snores.
Morning comes, and you, Jesse, and Dina have your statistics class together once again. Since you’re already together, you decide to pass a coffee shop and get drinks first. Of course, you offer to make the order because you’re ‘the experienced one’.
“Why the fourth one?” Jesse asks upon your approach with four coffees instead of just three.
“For Ellie. I thought it’d be rude to not get her some since she sits with us…” You answer, cheeks feeling a little warm.
The other two give you a knowing look, smirking like they know what you’re hiding.
“What?” You grumble before handing them their cups and walking slightly ahead on the sidewalk.
They catch up, giggling at your reaction.
When you arrive, Ellie’s already in her seat, typing in her phone as if to avoid making eye contact with anyone.
You take a seat first. Right in front of her just like last time. Her head shoots up when she hears the screeching of a chair. Jesse and Dina shortly follow.
“Morning,” you speak, sliding Ellie’s coffee across the table.
She looks at it, then she looks back at you. She still hates coffee, but to her? Anything you offer is a gift to be sanctified. “Good morning… This is for me?”
“Why else would I hand it to you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at the silly question. Ellie’s face reddens a bit.
“Sorry about… y’know, ditching class last time and being weird. Rough day, and something came up.” Ellie starts, fidgeting with her pinky and ring fingers as her eyes dart between you and the other two group members.
“Hey, no worries.” You reassure her, nudging the cup closer for her to take.
“Yeah, shit happens.” Dina hums, taking a sip from her own.
As opposed to your last class together, Ellie seems way more willing to actually talk. She asks about the pins on your bag, shares interests with you, and even tells you a little bit about herself.
Her awkwardness is charming, you would argue. It doesn’t get in the way of her making herself clear, but you can tell that she’s into the conversation and not just being nice.
She listens—actually listens. All of the questions she asks are thoughtful and relevant. She keeps saying all the right things, leading you to share even more. It’s easy to talk to her. Jesse and Dina could agree.
You decide to invite Ellie to come with you and the others to the cafe you work at. You have a shift after class, and they always keep you company during them.
“Oh, fuck yeah, I’ll show you my favorite drink.” Dina adds in, encouraging Ellie to join you. Jesse nods eagerly.
After a bit of not-so-real hesitation, Ellie relents. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come.”
When class ends, you all gather your stuff and head straight to your workplace. You still remember Ellie’s visit there; your first encounter. Neither of you plan to bring it up, though.
While you head into the back room to get your apron and hat, Ellie, Jesse, and Dina find their seats at the counter. Jesse and Dina chat about a few things while Ellie peacefully listens.
You walk through the door and head to the cash register first thing so your co-worker can clock out. She waves bye before leaving and you nod in response.
The shift is smooth sailing. Not many customers, so you spend most of your time in front of your friends, talking and giggling in between orders and tasks. You make Ellie try a new drink you invented. Thankfully, it’s matcha and not coffee. The girl gratefully accepts it.
“Oh, wow… That’s really good.” She says, licking a bit of foam that got on her upper lip.
“Why do you sound surprised?” You mutter jokingly, leaning closer over the counter.
Ellie’s face flushes, and she sets the drink down. Before she knows it, Dina swipes her drink.
The ravenette tilts her head. “D’you mind if I have a sip? Someone won’t give me another one for free, and I’m on my last twenty dollars.”
Ellie stares at her for a bit. Dina doesn’t share drinks until she really likes someone. Did that change, or does she just… really like her already? Before the prolonged eye contact gets weird, Ellie nods. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Hey, do any of you have Tylenol? My head’s fucking killing me…” You mutter, trying to gently massage your temples as a crease forms between your brows.
“Now that you mention it, me too.” Jesse sighs. Dina’s already digging for her bag, sure that she has some.
You fill two cups of water for you and Jesse and take the painkiller, hoping for the best.
“Dina, do you remember pregaming prom?” You ask, smiling fondly at the memory as the topic transitions into high school memories.
“Awh, of course I do,” she grins back. “Gave you your first shot that night.”
“Ugh, my mom made us stand for so long to get the photos right.”
“Oh yeah, and Dina almost cried when Jesse wouldn’t pose right,” Ellie chimes in with a quiet laugh.
Three pairs of eyes turn to face her. No words exchanged.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
“I bet. I bet Jesse couldn’t pose right.” She corrects, realizing that she might’ve just screwed the fuck up.
You offer a forced titter, trying to ignore whatever the hell that was. “Yeah, uh, she even gave him the silent treatment in the car.”
The conversation slowly gets back to normal, but you’re not fully into it anymore. You’re having a hard time concentrating with the growing migraine driving you nuts. Why isn’t the Tylenol working?
Jesse cracks a stupid joke, the kind that’s so stupid, it manages to make you react.
In the midst of laughing, your hand lands on Ellie’s shoulder since she’s closest to you. Out of nowhere, your head bangs with pain. It feels like someone struck you with a metal bat and left a screw in your skull. A quiet yelp escapes you as you pull your hand away from Ellie like it burns. Then, you hiss and turn around, holding your head like it can’t stay upright on its own anymore.
The others halt, watching with concerned, wide eyes. Ellie’s a little frozen, seeing how it only happened when you touched her. It’s probably nothing, but the suddenness spooked her a bit.
“Your head?” Dina asks, voice softening as you turn back around, eyes still closed. You nod slowly.
“I’m fine, just.. Damn.” You answer. “Pain just shot up my spine and into my head.”
“Maybe it’s time you clock out,” Jesse adds. You don’t resist, knowing it’d probably be dumb to go through the rest of your shift in this state.
Ellie offers to help you out, but you politely refuse. You call your co-worker to cover you and take your uniform off in the back room.
You go your separate ways, exchanging hugs and making promises to hang out as soon as possible.
As Ellie walks in the opposite direction on the same sidewalk as you, she wonders why you looked so distressed the entire time after your sudden head pain. Maybe it still hurt, but your countenance made it seem like something deeper was going on.
She tells herself she’s just reading into it and focuses on following the right route to her place.
On your way back to your dorm, you think about what you failed to tell the others when you got that headache spike. You don’t tell them about your vision—if that’s what you can call it—of Spider-Woman holding your waist, webshooters propelling the two of you in the sky. You don’t tell them that in the midst of the searing pain and your vision of practically flying, you felt safe. In fact, you felt euphoric. Addictive adrenaline coursed through your veins in that split second before leaving you as quickly as it came.
The first thing you do when you go home is turn your laptop on. You search for footage of Spider-Woman on any social media website you can think of. A plethora of clips show her around New York, no actual tasks. You gather that a large majority of these videos are during patrols or something of that nature.
Who is Spider-Woman? Why do you keep getting visions of her? Does she have anything to do with it?
You write your questions down and search next for video clips of the masked woman during fights. Phone recordings, paparazzi, leaked CCTV recordings… You try to see if there’s anything that could give away her identity, or at least where to find her.
This rabbit hole you’ve gotten yourself into takes over the rest of your day. You obsessively research everything you can think of, trying so hard to answer the questions you wrote down. You look into spells and witchcraft, magic and Dr. Strange, the Avengers, the universe. Anything that crosses your mind quickly makes its way onto a separate tab on your computer, eating away at the last of your sanity.
stormborns
theartofmadeline
prguitarman
gamechangershow
turnnoffyourmind
kianamaiart
amandla
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