hi guys!! sorry about the tiny hiatus :( ive been supererrr busy and im tryna catch up on writing!! heres part five for you cuties :) - use of y/n , flirting , petnames (baby, pretty) ready being horny on the DL
thinking ab emt ellie as per usual… want her. need her. have to marry her.
comforting her after a long shift :(((( love her so much and i just want to dote on her sob
<3 elle 😓☹️🩷
𝓒𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐭!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞
ELLE REQUEST THANK GOD! I was so happy to write this. 1.2k words of comforting Ellie after a rough shift. No Abby this time, she used for reader, mentions of death & blood, Ellie is very sad, pet names (baby), fluff fluff fluff, for @elleloquently <3
𝒀ou were used to spending long stretches on your own, it practically came with the deal that you got when you moved in. Ellie and Abby worked long hours, therefore leaving you to the silence of your own company.
Not that you minded it, but the silence could become haunting if you were left alone to long. You were currently on hour twenty-eight of being alone, Abby and Ellie were working a similar shift, and weren't due home for another twenty hours.
The house was dim, clean, and all prepared for morning. You were all cozied up in bed now, a book spread wide open between eager hands. The night’s been going great, and you were just about ready to go to bed feeling quite accomplished.
Your door was just barely left open, letting a smidge of dim light shine into your room. Your nightly routine was complete, the night was settling down, and you had finally calmed down.
It doesn’t take long for you for your eyes to go fuzzy, and your yawns to become more frequent. You’ve barely made a dent in the chapter you're on before sleep sounds more appealing than words.
One last page.
You push through the next couple of sentences, your interest rising as you keep reading. You’re inches away from turning the page when you hear a pair of keys jingling in the door, and the sound of the front door opening and closing following close after.
Your ears perk up at the sudden disturbance, your eyes immediately leaving your book and landing on your entrance to the hallway. Your mind moves at a million miles per minute, it’s very obviously not a threat of any kind, but that fact doesn't stop your brain from thinking of it.
There's a bit of commotion outside your room, the scuffing of feet and a few sniffles to be exact, before the door is gently pushed open. The force is meek, like a slight gust of wind was what did it. But, to your surprise, there stands Ellie.
Her eyes are on the ground, her foot propping the door open. You can’t see her face through the patch of darkness that separates you, but to the looks of it, she's unhappy. Her hands are at her mid length, and she’s fiddling with her ring and pinky finger.
“Ellie?” You call out to her. You follow up by sitting up in your bed, and gently shutting your book. One of your eyebrows is cocked, a concerned twinge takes over your mouth.
“H-” she begins, but something in her throat stops her. She clears it, and rests her body on the doorframe. “Hey.” She shuffles in her spot.
“Are you—uhh—are you busy? Are you sleeping?” She asks, still avoiding eye contact. She pulls on her pinky finger, twisting it side to side before letting her hand fall to her side.
“No, baby. I’m not—busy or sleeping. What’s wrong?” You coo out to her, quickly turning to shove your book onto your nightstand.
She hesitates for a moment before pushing off the doorframe. When she steps into the light that's when you can get an okay look at her. Her eyes are redder than usual, and there's lighter stripes down her cheeks in the wake of tears. She’s been crying.
She’s playing with her hands again as she approaches the bed. That’s when you notice it, the small splatters of blood on her hands, coating them like spray paint. They aren't huge, or crazy, they could be from something as little as a cut, but her reaction tells you otherwise.
“C’mere, els. Come.” You beckon her into your arms, not caring about the dirty uniform, or the possibility of someone else’s wet blood touching your sheets.
She climbs over the edge, falling into your arms without another word. Instinctively, your hands connect with her. Like magnets, your left hand moves to her back, while your right intertwines itself in her hair.
You don't pry right away, instead you let her breathe into you. You slide your hand under her sweater, your hand making contact with the skin of her back sends a sigh through her lips.
She lays there for what feels like minutes, but could’ve been hours, breathing into your neck. After some time, she lifts her hand to the side of your face, and presses a gentle kiss to your jaw.
The affection doesn't last, she quickly removes her mouth from your jaw, and tightens her arms around you. You open your mouth to speak, but decide against it when you feel the weight of her body.
You close your eyes, and continue to push her auburn locks out of her face. The only sound that fills the room is the faint hum of her breathing, and the night wind pushing the drapes into your room.
Suddenly, a soft rasp breaks the silence. “She had your name.” She whispers into the darkness. She doesn't need to say anything more for you to put the pieces together, but she continues anyway.
“She had your name, and I couldn’t save her.” She croaks out, squeezing you in her arms. You bite back a small gasp, and instead press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
“I thought I would be, but…” she trails off. You cock your head to the side to get a small glimpse of her expression. Her eyes are glossing over, her pupils shot wide enough to cover the green in her eyes almost completely.
“I freaked out, and I couldn’t save her…she—she died, in my arms.” She whispers your name at the end of the confession, sort of like a prayer, or just to convince herself that you are really here.
“Ellie, baby. It’s okay—It’s not your fault.” you promise, pulling her as close to you as possible.
She’s quick to interrupt you. “I know, it’s just—fuck. I don’t know what I would have done if that was you.” The admission stuns you for a moment, and you’re far from sure what to say to her now.
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” you whisper, continuing your subtle movements on her scalp. She’s not crying, but she's not not crying, either.
“I couldn’t finish the shift, I had to fuckin—fuckin tell my boss that I was too sick to work.” Her voice is wavering, her words barely audible through the cracks that interrupt them.
You nod into her, shifting your body down the bed so that you’re eye level with her. She doesn't say anything more, but with the way she’s pushing her head into you, you can tell she needs this.
“You’re okay, baby…you’re okay.” You breathe into her, her arms are still wrapped around you, and you cannot foresee them letting go anytime soon. You stroke her hair and let her sniffle into your neck.
“I’m still alive, I promise.” You whisper-laugh. A wet chuckle falls through Ellie’s lips, a small smile appearing on her lips.
“Thank god.” She smirks, jokingly pressing two fingers to the side of your neck. “I don't think I could live with myself if—” she cuts herself off with a sigh, shaking her head into you.
You rake your hands through her hair as she finally settles down, you exchange a few chuckles, and you remind her that you’re still in fact alive everytime she tries to check your pulse.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : in which your friend of a friend is a little too helpful.
𑣲⋆. your years of moping and wishing on lucky stars for love have seemingly come to an end when someone you thought to be only a mere acquaintance shows sudden interest in you. it’s everything you want it to be, she’s everything you could ever ask for. but once the lines start to blur, and mouths begin to move, you begin to question: — is it all real?
₊˚⊹ ♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: social media au, femme!reader, hopless romantic reader, swearing, drug & alcohol use, dina, jesse, abby, & callie cameos, reader has a brother, soccer ellie, butch or masc!ellie, potential use of y/n! beware! reader has NO specific race or face claim. she is whoever YOU want her to be :)
okay hi. random smau on a random wednesday.. everyone thank elle for pushing me to post this!! this may remind you of ey but shhhhh. the more lovergirl!reader the better !!!
firefighter abby n emt ellie coming home at around 7am only to find reader still awake :( reader couldn’t sleep, maybe bc of anxiety or something, soooo it’s group cuddle time :3
𝓢𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 ? — 𝐞𝐦𝐭!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 + 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲
first written fic for this au yayyy!! ellie and abby bickering for 1.7k words straight. Pet names (pretty, babe), swearing, Ellie is a menace with severe adhd, reader mentioned being stressed, Abby pics reader up, fluff fluff fluff, falling asleep w the roomies :) for marie, with love :p send requests! dont be shy 🤍
𝓣he tv’s blue light shines against your face from across the living room, the loading screen appearing after many minutes of ignorance. You paid no mind to it, scrolling mindlessly through your phone underneath one of the living room throw blankets.
Your head pounds against your skull, your eyes wincing as the fluorescent screen of your phone beats into them. You had tried to close them multiple times, you really had. But no matter what you did, your body just wouldn’t cooperate.
At 10 pm you shut down your laptop, slipping it back onto the kitchen table. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and crawled into your own bed, something you didn't do very often.
At 12, after two hours of tossing and turning, you begrudgingly tossed the covers off of your body, and tip-toed into the kitchen. You prepared yourself a small cup of warm tea, and let it coat your throat. You finished, rinsed out the cup, and made your way back to your room.
At 2, you grew angry. You threw yourself out of bed, trudged into the bathroom this time, and ran a warm bubble bath. At that point, your hopes of falling asleep were growing thin, alongside your patience. You hopped in, and let the water calm your muscles for the few minutes that followed.
You got out at three, and followed the previous routine of making your way back to your room and slipping beneath the covers. This time, you opened the window, turned off all your little lights, and did a breathing exercise.
By four o’clock, you knew there was no hope for you. You tugged your phone off the charger and moved to the living room. It was cooler in there, so you pulled a blanket out of the basket at the end of the couch.
You pulled it over the length of your body, and began to carelessly browse the tv for show options. You clicked on the current tv show you were watching, and put it in the background. You barely paid any attention to it, instead opting to pull out your phone and switch between the same four apps that you always did.
Eventually, time slipped away from you, and the clock was striking 7 am. Your roommates were due home soon, today was one of the off times where finished work at the same time.
You scroll to the next TikTok.
“Oh my god you guys, this new blush hack is changing the game!” A woman’s voice fills the silent room. The volume makes your head pound harder. You turn it down quickly, letting it sit at a solid 10.
Scroll.
A video of a cat cooing against their owner pops up. You smile gently, double tap the screen and scroll.
The next video is a lesbian couple, cuddled up in a bed with a soft sound playing in the background. You roll your eyes, clicking on the favourite button and double tapping the screen.
Your scrolling time is interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open, and two sets of boots trudging into the house. You can’t see them from here, and they can’t see you. The back of the couch is covering the majority of your body, and theirs before they step into the entry way.
Ellie groans as she steps into the house, dropping her work bag onto the floor and leaning down to shove her shoes off of her feet. Abby does the same, stretching her back out with a light sigh.
You shut your phone off, and push the blanket down to your knees. You sat up on your knees, laying your head along the back of the couch. “How was work?” You chirp up, your voice decently quiet.
Ellie’s head shoots up from the ground, her green eyes blown wide. Abby’s head cracks to the side so quickly you can only guess it gave her whiplash.
“Jesus Christ.” Ellie whispers, pushing herself off the wall. Abby chuckles quietly, stretching her arms over her head and smiling.
“Sorry, sorry!” You laugh, pushing your head back up. Abby walks into the kitchen, probably in the search of food. Ellie walks over to the couch, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a soft hug. You wrap your arms around her waist, chuckling into her shoulder.
“Work was—work. Nothing special.” Abby finally replies from the kitchen, letting the fridge door shut behind her as she pulls a container of whatever she had prepped the previous day out from inside of it.
“You literally fight fires.” You quip, letting go of Ellie and stepping off the couch. Abby just shrugs, and shoves her definitely not microwave safe container into the microwave.
You and Ellie meet her in the kitchen, sliding into the space with practiced ease.
“Why are you still up anyway?” Abby asks, moving over to the sink to wash her hands.
Ellie pipes up next. “Yeah, the sun's already up—you should be in bed.” She slides a finger up your face, grazing your upper lip and the bottom of your nose.
You bat her hand away and shrug, “couldn’t sleep.” Your admission causes Ellie to jut out her bottom lip, and Abby elbows her out of the way to get to the microwave.
“How come?” Abby asks, opening the door of the appliance with the smooth click of a button. Her voice is gentle, soothing.
“I don't know. Maybe stress.” You answer, pulling your blanket up around you. Your head felt heavy on your shoulders, and if you were honest, you weren’t quite sure how many more words you could get out.
The sun had started seeping through the cracks in the living room and kitchen curtains, a gentle breeze flowing in the open window. Ellie’s pushing out of the way and making her way down the hall to her room.
“Well, we should probably get you to bed then, hm?” Abby says, finally looking up at you. Her food is steaming when she pulls it out, she slides it down the counter and lets it settle.
You nod. “Don’t know if it's even worth it. Maybe I’ll just start the day now. Try to be productive.” It was an idea that had been swirling around your head since maybe five. But truthfully, you might collapse if you have to keep your eyes open another second.
“Nonsense. You can sleep in my room.” She places a small kiss on your forehead, and takes a seat on one of the stools that sits tucked beneath the island. You nod.
A few seconds of silence pass before Ellie’s quietly emerging from the hallway, this time she's in pajamas and has a green toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. She leans over the counter, clearly experiencing some type of fomo.
“Can you—” Abby swats at her, making a semi disgusted face. She throws her hands up, walking over to your side of the counter.
“Stop drooling on me, you goblin.” You laugh, pushing her away from you almost immediately. She drops her head back, and continues brushing, right in the kitchen.
“I’m sleeping with Abby tonight.” You state, matter of factly. Ellie drops her head back, and immediately turns around to spit her leftover toothpaste into the sink. She quickly rinses her mouth out with the tap and turns back to you.
“Why?” She asks, walking back over to you. She plops down right next to your other roommate, who’s almost done with her meal at this point.
“I dunno, I just felt like it.” You shrug.
”Jealous?” Abby intervenes, turning to her with a shit eating grin. The auburn headed girl lightly slaps her arm.
“I’m coming too, then.” She smiles at you, and you nod in her direction.
The blonde groans, you can tell she's pretending to be annoyed. “You kick hard as fuck. Stay on your side I swear.” She stands up, shoving a hand into Ellie’s face, pushing her back gently.
“Fuck you!” Ellie shrieks, flipping her off. Abby shoves her container into the sink, and grimaces at Ellie’s mess of toothpaste. She doesn't say anything, just silently rinses out the sink.
“Shhh!” You whisper to Ellie, the sound of her basically yelling only makes your head pound harder. “I have a headache.”
“Sorry, pretty.” Ellie stands, “it’s probably from sleeping at odd hours, though.” She winks, sticking the tip of her tongue out form between her chapped lips.
“I like sleeping with you more than sleeping on time.” You admit, blowing her a kiss. Her cheeks burn a light dusty pink, and she flips you off.
“Alright, let's go.” Abby speaks up from behind you. The light flicks off, and before you’re able to slide off the counter, she's sweeping you up into her arms.
Ellie rolls her eyes, turning around to make her way to the farthest room down the hall. “What, you wanna be carried too, Williams?” She jokes, and smiles at you when you laugh.
You hear Ellie whisper something along the lines of die faggot, as she opens the door. Abby follows her in, dropping you onto the bed and turning around. She's still in uniform, so she grabs a pair of pajamas and makes her way to the bathroom to wash up.
Abby's room is much much darker than the living room, thank god for blackout curtains. And the breeze from her AC keeps the place crisp. You quickly scramble beneath the sheets, tucking yourself in as Ellie falls on top of you.
“Ellie. You’re so hot.” You say into the darkness, feeling the gumminess of her warm arm wrap around you.
“Thanks, babe.” You can feel her smirking, her cocky ass. She knew thats not what you meant, and you didn't fight her on it.
Ellie's breath quickly shifts from jagged and quick to slow, soft snores. You pet her hair a few times, letting her fall asleep against you.
Abby comes back in just a few minutes later, and you’re already the closest to falling asleep you’ve been tonight. She slips beneath the sheets on the right side of you, and quickly pulls you against her chest. You hum gently into her, and Ellie only snuggles up to you more.
“She’s a child.” Abby chuckles into your ear, wrapping her arms around your waist.
You can barely nod, humming softly in agreement. It’s not long after that you’re falling asleep, chasing dreams of your insanely chaotic roommates.
🕷 content warning ~ vague flashback, fight scene, memory loss, mentions of grief, profanity, no use of y/n, not proofread
🕷 SYNOPSIS ~ Happy thinks a little too much, and Ellie finally meets her best friends again, along with you. It’s her first class, and she just so happens to be put in a group with you. What could go wrong?
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Happy hasn’t been able to sleep well. Not since Tess passed. Melatonin won’t help, either. He just can’t stop thinking all the time. His brain never gives him a rest. Sometimes he remembers someone at her funeral. Who was it? He has no clue. He just knows they are important. Maybe a relative.
It only took him a day after the interview to accept Ellie’s application. A week has passed, and she’s already an excellent asset to Stark Industries. She almost seems familiar with some of the older provided equipment, and her programming skills are unmatched for people her age. Every time she looks at him, though, she almost looks… wistful. And he can’t hold a conversation with her for more than two minutes. It’s like she’s deliberately avoiding him.
He doesn’t get it.
Something about her is so weird, but he can’t put his finger on it. Williams has this unnerving energy to her, it feels like he’s missing something bigger than the both of them. Come to think of it, every time he does manage to talk to her, he gets all lightheaded and his head hurts. Sometimes, it even happens when he simply thinks about her too much. Like right now. His head is killing him.
After tossing and turning beneath the dim lighting of his too-large bedroom, Happy gets out of bed, groggy and a little unbalanced, and steps out to get a glass of water from the kitchen. Tylenol will do the trick.
He pads down the stairs and finds himself at the cabinet, grabbing the nearest cup. Twisting the tap, Happy watches as the clear cylinder fills.
Ellie… What about you feels so profound…?
“Damn—” Happy gasps and his eyes shut tightly, seemingly unprompted. His cup drops with a loud shatter as the shards and water litter the floor. Paying no mind to that, his hands fly to his forehead, yelling out in pain and slamming his back against the countertop. It’s like an imaginary anvil just banged itself right against the back of his head.
The world spins. Flashes of color blind him. The throbbing pain won’t stop. His feet feel unsteady on the marble floor. Is the floor still even there? It feels like he’s traveling to a different dimension. It’s hard to differentiate between what is real and what isn’t.
Before he knows it, he’s collapsed on the ground, knees now aching from the force of his fall.
In one moment, Happy goes from facing paroxysmal, searing pain, to nothing at all, no trace to prove he even felt it in the first place. Even his headache that brought him down here is completely gone.
His first reaction is to look around, turning his head back and forth because he doesn’t know what to do other than look for the source of the pain that terrorized him merely a second ago.
Obviously, he doesn’t find anything. Taking a deep, slow breath to recollect his thoughts, Happy starts to piece things together.
Ellie… Ellie Williams… Oh, Ellie…
Ellie is Spider-Woman. She was the one at Tess’ funeral. She was the old intern. She was Stark’s apprentice. The kid from Queens. She stole Cap’s shield that one time!
Hold on… How the fuck did Happy manage to forget all that? Is that why she seemed so sad whenever she looked at him? Does she know something he doesn’t? If she does, why wouldn’t she say anything?
Quickly, he moves from confusion, to recognition, to sadness, to anger.
None of this makes sense to him. How did he just omit Ellie as a whole? Did he get amnesia? No… When you’re involved with the Avengers, it’s never ‘just’ a medical condition.
He doesn’t get it just yet, but he knows something happened. And he knows Ellie fucking knows.
Between the library’s nonfiction and science isles resides a certain redhead on the couch, skimming through the third academic textbook she found related to quantum physics. She’s been secretly trying to enhance her makeshift web fluid now that she finally has access to old Stark tech. Ellie’s been on a spree, trying her hardest to find optimal conditions for the web fluid to have that elastic sweet spot but still be durable enough to stop an accelerating military aircraft
It’s late at night, only the occasional flipping of pages or deep sighs being heard by late night crammers. The atmosphere feels still, frozen in one moment. If Ellie were to look at the clock, she wouldn’t be surprised if she saw the hands frozen in their spots.
Beside the textbooks, Ellie keeps her notebook flipped to the last couple of pages, filled with all the notes she gathered that she thinks could help. It’s hidden in plain sight. Nobody would expect her to keep a web fluid recipe on the back of her statistics notebook.
She does check the time for real now. It catches her off guard to see that the clock reads midnight. Has she really been here that long?
She grabs the last textbook she found and approaches the librarian to rent it. She returns to the other two afterwards to return them to their shelves, because she’s just helpful like that.
Tomorrow’s her first class in Statistics and Data Analysis. It’s a general requirement in ESU for students who are still in their foundation year. Astrophysics has a little bit of everything, so she isn’t surprised that she can’t drop this subject. Also, she doesn’t want to risk skipping classes unnecessarily. Attendance actually matters in college, and lessons start to pile up way too quickly.
Ellie’s eyes dart around the massive hall as the people rush through it. She can barely hear her own thoughts over the noise of fellow students passing by to reach their first classes of the day. ESU is notorious for its large and gifted community, there’s no doubt.
Adjusting her grip on her busted up backpack’s strap, she squeezes between other students in her trek to Dr. Frazier’s class: Statistics and Data Analysis. It takes her a second to find it, but she gets there.
She didn’t know what to expect when she walked in, but she sure as shit didn’t expect this.
You, Jesse, and Dina. All three of her friends-turned-strangers.
Nope, she thinks. Not today.
After the hell she’s been through lately, especially with Happy so close to her all the time in her internship, Ellie doesn’t have enough willpower left in her to face you and her old friends. She pivots in her place and walks straight back to the large oak door. However, the moment she reaches for the doorknob, she gets pushed back by the entrance of another. It’s Dr. Frazier, standing tall and confident in that tired-and-wise-old-man way. Ellie takes a half-step back, nearly stumbling as she tries to make room for her professor to fully enter.
With a casual air, Dr. Frazier smiles without teeth as he looks down at the girl in front of him. “Hi. You’re in my class, I assume?”
A small nod is an adequate answer in Ellie’s book, so she uses that to spare herself the embarrassment of spewing incoherent bullshit in a flustered flurry. She scurries off to a seat at the back, far away from you and the others while hopefully remaining unnoticed by Frazier.
The first half of the class passes smoothly. Dr. Frazier introduces himself and expands on what he has planned for the syllabus this semester. The course doesn’t seem tedious, but it seems like this guy’s a fan of group work. He decides to separate the class into groups of four, but since Ellie's a bit farther from others, and Frazier had previously noticed you, Dina, and Jesse being a close trio, he decides to move Ellie from the other side of the class.
You recognize her from the coffee shop. She came in that one time, acted all weird, and never visited again.
The walk feels like some kind of humiliation parade to Ellie. She can feel three pairs of eyes tracking each step she makes towards your table. She almost forgets to swing her hands while walking in fear of looking like a dork trying to act cool.
To her, the most ideal seat is the one next to Jesse, where Dina is parallel to her and you are the farthest. She doesn’t lift her gaze, doesn’t even say ‘hi’ or nod in acknowledgement.
Even then, Dina is still Dina. She taps the edge of Ellie’s table, offering one of her signature bright smiles. “Hey, there. I’m Dina.”
All Ellie can do to reply is kiss her teeth and nod once. She loves nodding. She manages to mutter a quick “Ellie,” just so she doesn’t sound too cold.
Now, Dina may be outgoing, but she isn’t clueless. She senses the lack of enthusiasm from Ellie’s end and leans back in her chair to pay attention to the instructions for the group activity.
Jesse exchanges a look with you, very subtly tilting his head towards Ellie from behind her. She’s weirdly tense, and you three don’t even know her yet. You shrug, wanting to give the new girl the benefit of the doubt.
Dr. Frazier, thankfully, isn’t evil. He chooses a pretty forgiving ice breaker, which is to simply tell your group about yourself. Each group can build conversations based on that, or simply stay quiet after a brief preface. Sharing with him and other groups is also encouraged.
Ellie starts first, wanting to get this over with before she’s forced to say much more.
“Uhm, like I said, my name’s Ellie, and I’m originally from Wyoming,” she mutters, briefly allowing her eyes to dance over the three of you.
You tell her your name and where you’re from as well, matching Ellie’s sentence structure.
“Dina, Jesse, and I met in high school, but it’s great to see a new face,” you chirp, hands on your knees as you hardly lean forward, trying to make Ellie engage a little more. She doesn’t give any of you much to work with, merely nodding for the millionth time today in curt return.
Jesse sparks a conversation between the three of you, leaving Ellie out since she’s clearly uninterested. He brings up how Flash somehow got into ESU as well.
Hearing that, Ellie gives a little smirk at the thought. Flash? In ESU? Maybe she’ll cross paths with him. It’d be a funny encounter. He’d probably still try to start shit with her, so she’s not too sad about him not remembering.
You steer the topic into each of your careers, talking about what you’re all most excited about and stuff like that. You made a pact to make this year as fun as humanly possible without getting anything below a 4.0 GPA. Ambitious, but achievable with the right mindset.
Ellie surmises that you and Dina are both in pre-med, while Jesse is in his preparatory year for electrical engineering. You always talked about wanting to be a doctor, and so did Jesse with engineering. Dina was being super indecisive when applications came around, so it seems like she chose to go along with you.
Slowly, Ellie starts to pluck up the courage to chat as well. She gathers what she can from the talk you three are having and gradually thinks of things to add. Such a technical approach sounds silly, but winging it sounds like the most terrifying thing in the world to her at this moment.
Just as Ellie opens her mouth to say something, numerous phones buzz and ding. She tries to pay no mind, but you beat her to it.
“Shit—the central bank’s being robbed,” you speak, eyebrows furrowed as you check the breaking news report.
Ellie’s muscles lock up, but her instincts don’t let her stall for long. She’s on her feet before she realizes it, grabbing her bag and practically sprinting out of the door with an inaudible request to use the bathroom.
Dr. Frazier doesn’t even try to say she can go. A dust trail is already in her place.
Dina blinks once when she turns back towards where Ellie should be, processing too late that she’s already gone. She grumbles, mildly annoyed by Ellie’s entire demeanor. “Uh… okay?”
All of you go silent for a minute. You break it, looking down and appearing a little disappointed. “Maybe she had an emergency..”
Jesse shrugs, nudging your elbow. “Don’t think too much about it. She’ll probably warm up sooner or later. Seems like the shy type.”
You lift your head once again and accept Jesse’s words, even though a part of you feels more hurt about this than you likely should be.
Leaning against her usual alleyway’s wall, Ellie yanks her suit up repeatedly in a rush to get her leg through it, a string of expletives leaving her lips as she wonders why she chose to use spandex.
“—cotton would’ve done—just fine!” She chokes out, finally pulling her suit on all the way. She slides her mask down her face and shoots a web upwards, swinging to the source of commotion.
A group of thugs guard the bank’s entrance, ensuring that nobody enters or exits.
Cute.
Ellie doesn’t even need to reveal herself, she latches onto the top of the building they’re standing in front of, smoothly immobilizing them one by one without alerting others. Soon enough, they’re all dangling in each of their own infamous web cocoons.
After that, she waltzes into the bank through the main entrance. One of the thugs immediately spots her, promptly aiming a machine gun at her head. She puts her hands up, still taking a couple steps closer.
“Hey, you guys know where the bank teller is? I got a deposit I wanna make.” She explains with a masked smirk.
“You think you’re funny?” Another thug approaches, eyes narrowed beneath his balaclava as he speaks in a thick, unfamiliar accent. A black crewneck covers his torso, a sliver of ink peaking out of his sleeves on both hands. His face seems big, and one eye has a milky, almost pearlescent film over the iris in pupil. He lifts his own gun to aim at Spider-Woman.
“Yeah,” she answers with a soft chuckle, lowering her hands as she feigns letting her guard down. Before any of the people in front of her make a move, she shoots a web at the guy who just spoke. He seems like the leader, so it might be best to finish him off first.
It takes a lot of back and forth before Spider-Woman finally manages to corner this guy. He’s large and bulky, veins bulging out even from under the fabric he’s wearing. It’s unsettling, to say the least, how artificially strong he seems. She hasn’t seen anything like it since the Avengers were still around.
He is admittedly pretty strong, capable of roughing her up with the slightly older equipment she has access to now. She also gets whiplash from catapulting herself with a web a little too aggressively. If she had the tech before the mass amnesia spell, she would’ve been finished with this ages ago.
She leaps onto his abnormally wide back and wraps her arms around his neck in a headlock. His muscly arms flail around as he tries ramming the spider into a wall, and she almost loses her grip.
Mouth turning blue, his resistance decreases, and his movements lose momentum. Spidey uses that window to yank him backwards with the force of her body.
She swerves just in time to slam the man’s ribcage into one of the teller stations, earning a choked gasp from him as she shoves him away, pushing him against the station once again.
Webhead brawls the rest of them singlehandedly, nearly overexerting herself since the police still haven’t shown up.
Everything passes. Most of the criminals are out cold on the marble floors. Ellie walks through the rubble, examining the scene when the cops finally arrive, cuffing and taking the thugs into custody. She comes across the ringleader’s body, still laying on the ground. His breathing is shallow.
Upon closer inspection, she notices an odd tattoo on his neck. It was an ornate crown, embellished with gems and sparkles. Under it was a set of roman numerals she didn’t pay much attention to. Before she can think too much about it, a policeman approaches her to discuss the technicalities and details of the incident.
This is Ellie’s least favorite part. Who would want to listen to an old guy droning on about laws? Then she has to deal with naming the offenses? She’s a superhero, not a judge.
She eventually sneaks past them and slips away, heading back to her favorite alleyway.
Ellie lands on the rugged and littered concrete of the backstreet with a soft grunt, stretching her arms and wiggling her fingers. She almost pulls her mask off when she senses the presence of another.
Ellie whirls around, arms up, ready to hit.
She doesn’t expect to take a blow regardless.
You stand in front of her, rooted to your spot, watching as Spider-Woman aims her webshooters at you. Ellie feels like she can’t move either.
She almost fails to remember that you don’t know her secret identity anymore. Instinctively, her hand still comes up to take her mask off, but she stops halfway.
…
“Are… are you good?” You ask, cutting through the tension with the knife that is your question.
Ellie stares a little longer, the lenses of her mask are comically wide.
She forces herself to loosen up, rolling her shoulders and letting out a breathy chuckle before you’re able to notice her terror. “‘Course I’m good. Nothing a power nap can’t fix.”
Her brushing past you in slow, casual steps prompts you to turn and face her again. You take a step closer without much thought.
You examine the tears on her suit, some revealing wounds on the skin underneath. There are a few that look a bit too deep to be left alone.
A beat passes before you hesitantly open your bag and rummage through it. After a moment, you pull out a hand sanitizer and… Powerpuff Girl bandages? Holding them, you extend your hand to offer to Spider-Woman, smiling sheepishly.
“It’s all I got…” You murmur.
Ellie looks at the box and bottle in your hand, then down at the gashes across her suit and body. A smirk makes its way onto her face.
“I think they’re a little small… but I’ll take ‘em. Thanks,” the vigilante muses. She doesn’t really need them. When that spider bit her, some of the perks included were accelerated healing and durability.
You let her take the sanitizer and bandages from your grasp, but her fingers graze yours in the process.
Suddenly, you’re taken back to your old bedroom at your parents’ house.
Kneeling in front of your bed, someone sits at the edge of it. You’re between their legs, tending to numerous cuts of varying sizes. Specifically, you have an ointment on your hand, rubbing it into a particular injury on the figure’s knee. You look up, and the face is completely blurred. It feels like the face is lost or missing. If you had to put it into words, it probably wouldn’t be possible.
You’re brought back to the present after your vision, if that’s what you can even call it. It has you dizzy and disoriented, with a faint throbbing behind your eyes. A quiet gasp leaves you, and you stumble backwards. Spidey vaguely jerks forward, ready to catch you if need be.
For a flash of a moment, Ellie almost catches a glimpse of knowing in your expression. Her heart sinks, but she chooses to play dumb.
“Careful…”
You hum absentmindedly in response, steadying yourself without her help. You’re still a bit thrown by whatever it was that just happened.
“Well… I should definitely get going,” Ellie speaks. “See you around. Maybe.”
She shoots a web upwards and disappears in front of you before you manage to get another word in.
You stay in the cramped alley for a while, trying to make sense of what you saw.
a/n: okay i am SO sorry for this disgustingly late update... ill do better when i actually have time on my hands. thank you so much for bearing with me and reading, your interactions mean everything to me. love you all sm!!!
part smau, part written series. no collective storyline, just the chaos of you and your smokeshow roommates. reader is wlw and doesnt have an explicit race, job, or look. imagine yourself! i do take requests for this collection! send em my way!
i'm manifesting it here: everything will turn out the way it's supposed to, i will achieve what i am meant to achieve, the things i desire and the future i want will fall into place soon ✨✨
For context: My wife (25F), and I (27F) have been together for almost ten years, and married for five. We met in middle school, and we essentially clicked immediately. She’s my high school sweetheart, my first girlfriend, and my closest friend. I fell for her immediately, her hair, her eyes, her smile. She was my dream girl. We started dating near the end of high school and have been together ever since.
We barely fight, have never had any “breaks” or huge controversy in our relationship, we haven’t even had sex issues. Everything is perfect. She’s gorgeous, funny, smart, and very much in love. She wants kids, a house, and cats. Basically the type of woman you see in a romance film, and she doesn’t even know it. She dances with me in the kitchen, and kisses my nose, every. single. night. without fail. All of my friends love her, and my dad has asked me multiple times throughout or relationship how I was able to charm her. It should be my dream life.
I remember a few weeks ago it started, i was sitting across from her at the dinner table and she laughed at something i said. I dont remember what i said, but i remember feeling disgusted at her laugh. I didnt know why, but i was so annoyed i wanted to get up and leave. Another time, a few days later—she tried to make a joke. And it was so fucking stupid, something i would usually chuckle at, but it just annoyed me. I remember wanting to tell her to be quiet so bad that i had to bite back my tongue.
The other night, she crawled on top of me and tried kissing me, I let her, but it disgusted me. I made love to her like I usually do and felt frustrated the entire time. The sounds she was making made me want to leave the room. Eventually, we finished and after she fell asleep, i moved to the couch. I fell asleep angry
I dont want to hate her, i dont know whats going on with me, but the sound of her voice has became so grating and unbearable that i cant even stand near her without wishing i wasnt. ii hate the way she talks, the way she acts, the smell of out shampoo. it’s gotten to a point where i no longer find her attractive.
i dont want her to be the one to bare my child, i cant even look at her without feeling disgusted. i love her but i hate her.
the worst part is, she has done nothing wrong. she treats me well, she loves me in just the right way, shes a gorgeous woman. i just cant anymore.
We are in the middle of doing IVF, and shes been such a champ. and yet, i dont want to continue. im so overwhelmed with everything i cant even fathom the idea of having a kid with her. but a month ago, i was over the moon about it.
I used to think she would look beautiful with my child, divine and perfect, but now the thought disgusts me.
Ive never cheated, i would never be that person—but i would be lying if i said i haven’t nt thought about it. i feel like an awful person, but i feel like i cant be with her. and it kills me that i have no idea how to fix this.
i used to be so inlove with her, and now i just hate her. i know how much she loves me, she tells me everyday. And she seemingly hasnt noticed me pulling away yet, but im unsure how long that will last. I know how badly she wants this baby, and i know i need to be more supportive, but i just cant.
how do i fix this? what do i do? i want to love my wife. i dont want to feel disgusted everytime she laughs, or looks in my direction. i want to feel the way i did just a few months ago. i feel guilty everyday. she doesnt deserve this. help.
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.ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ~ months of work during which you barely had time for one another finally lead you to a night where you and ellie can catch up with the time lost.
.ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ~ 2.4k
.ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ~ ellie williams x female reader. established relationship, alcohol, they're both tipsy but very much consensual, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, swearing, reader's described as wearing makeup, pet names (baby), SMUT, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), squirting, top!ellie, sub!reader, afab!reader. NOT PROOFREAD AND WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO. cis men and minors dni.
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God knows how long it’s been since the last time you and Ellie had finally managed to carve yourselves the time for one night alone, for a few hours during which responsibilities don’t matter, where nobody has to worry about waking up early even when it’s not a work day and all that’s important is just having one all for the other.
Someone must have listened to your prayers, though, because after interminable weeks of sleepless nights spent staring at your laptop until you vaguely forgot the shape of your bed and during which Ellie seemed out of it just as much as you were by coming home from work somehow always later than the night before, the two of you found yourselves with a single night where nobody had to do absolutely anything.
The decision came easily, just as blinking or breathing air could be: the club where you met years ago, the amount of alcohol that could knock someone twice as tall as the two of you combined, and nothing else but her hands on your hips, your arms around her neck and the beat of a song you barely know as the only witness of the way you can't keep away from each other.
So you got ready in the nicest outfit you have—pieces of clothing that had been shoved so deep inside your dresser that you forgot they even existed—drew your eyeliner sharp, glossed your lips and pretended not to notice how your girlfriend’s eyes were raking down every single movement you were making during the meticulous dance that’s getting ready when it comes to you.
If you were honest with yourself, you were doing everything possible to keep them on your body: slowly bending over the sink to adjust your lipliner with the pretense of needing to be as close as possible to actually see what you were doing; standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom in just a bra and a pair of panties that—were it for Ellie—you probably wouldn’t be even wearing, feigning indecisiveness while adjusting different clothes over your frame and turning your head to ask for her opinion as if you didn’t know already what would’ve made her want to take them off faster.
And Ellie—during all of that, since she was ready way before you after throwing on a pair of baggy jeans and a black tank top paired with the silver chain you love hooking your fingers around to pull her closer—stayed as calm as she possibly could, sitting on the edge of your bed with her legs spread, elbows carefully balanced on top of her knees as she kept rubbing her palm across her mouth as if that could possibly be enough for her to pretend that she didn’t want to cancel all the plans you had made just to bend you over the nearest possible surface.
But against even your most accurate predictions, she behaved. She stayed sat, gave you her opinion when you asked for it with a smug smile on your lips and patiently waited for you to finish getting ready, to lace her fingers with yours as you walked down your apartment and into the Uber towards the club, to dance with you until your feet got exhausted, to drink more than you both have ever done during summer break in college before you even met and until you were both drunk enough to not care about anything else but the two of you but sober enough to still get back home on your feet and get inside without failing to slide the key into the lock at the first try.
The thing is, during the whole way back, Ellie’s hands have not stopped touching you once, nor her lips have moved more than an inch away from yours. Not even inside the cab driving you home, when she literally dragged you on her lap like the guy on the front seat didn’t have to turn the volume of the music up to cover her whimpers at the feeling of your tits within her hands.
Clothes fall off before the front door is barely closed, leaving you in just your bra and panties all over again while the loud bass of the music is still ringing inside your ears. Your feet are sore in places you didn’t even know could hurt and your lips don’t have the time to rest before Ellie’s mouth is already on yours again, walking you backwards, her teeth dragging across your bottom lip enough to make you moan into her mouth, hands through her hair, pulling it lightly as her tongue moves against yours in wet, messy strokes.
There’s nothing delicate about it, just months of being too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep with her head on your chest and one leg over your hips that are finally colliding into this one single moment where there’s only one thought running in both your heads: the need for one another.
“Need you,” she manages, breathing ragged, green eyes barely open while she looks at you, socks whispering against the floor while she keeps walking aimlessly across your living room until your back lands against the cold glass of the balcony window. “Now, please, baby.”
Despite the clear feeling of your panties being damp and the fact that your heart is racing so fast it’s almost impossible she’s not feeling it as well, it doesn’t really stop you from tilting your head at her as if you haven’t thought about this exact moment since you decided tonight was meant to be spent outside the house. “Yeah?” You coo. “How much, Els?”
“A lot,” she answers fast while her hands knead the meat of your hips. “There, I’ve said it. Happy? Can we please fuck now?”
She leans closer again, head tilted, eyes barely closed and fixed on your lips, but the moment she gets close enough that you can feel the warmth of her mouth almost pressing once more against yours, you pull back with a low chuckle.
“I dunno,” you tease, fingers playing with the chain still dangling over her collarbones. “You didn't sound very convincing.”
For a second, Ellie stops moving entirely. Her hands stay where they are, her body still pressed firmly against yours, but she pulls back slowly, staring at you like you’ve just told her you secretly voted Republican in the past elections. But you don’t give her time to react.
“You sure it’s not just talk?”
Apparently, that’s enough for the flip to switch.
Ellie’s eyes darken in a heartbeat, that lazy, drunk smile twisting into something sharper, hungrier, and before you can even tease her again she’s grabbing your wrists and pinning them over your head in a way that makes you curse softly under your breath, until there’s little to no space left between the two of you, if that’s even possible. Her breath is ghosting your mouth, her body molding against yours in a way you’re pretty sure you’ll be remembering even tomorrow when you’ll wake up.
“Oh, you wanna play?” She asks, voice low, unhurried now, like she’s taking the bait. “Fine. Let’s play, then.”
Eventually, she lets go of your wrists, letting them fall so your hands come to rest on her shoulders, but only so both her own can skim down your sides, mapping every inch of your body as if she doesn’t already know its shape by heart, as if what makes you whimper, shake and shiver is something that by now she doesn't do with muscle memory alone.
Before you know it, she’s on her knees and the sight looking up at you is enough to make your stomach flip. Because right now, in this moment, Ellie looks like she can’t stand another second without her mouth on you: green eyes half-lidded, drunk in want and need more than anything she’s sipped tonight, auburn hair messy with some strands falling across her forehead, lips parted as her breathing ghosts against your thigh while she glances at you like you’re the only thing that matters in this moment.
“You’re so hot,” you manage, getting your voice unstuck from somewhere deep in your throat.
She leans in more, slow and deliberately. “Am I now?” She whispers. But before you can even nod, she’s catching the elastic of your soaked panties between her teeth, the drag torturously slow as she tugs them down your legs, eyes never leaving yours while the fabric catches on your thighs before she finally pulls them all the way off.
The cool air hits your slick skin, making your shiver, biting your lower lip.
“Fuck, look at you,” she mumbles before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another higher up, another and another until she’s close… but not enough. “All this for me and you’re still acting like you’re not dripping.”
“Ellie,” you encourage, hips pushing forward, but she pulls back just enough, a wicked little grin flashing up as her thumbs stroke teasing circles on your skin.
“Nuh-uh,” she teases. “You wanted to know how bad I need you so that's what I'm doing.”
The next second, her tongue is dragging slow and flat through your folds, tasting every inch of how soaked you are with a moan spilling free from your lips and a hum from hers. She does it again, slower, savoring it, then circles your clit with the tip of her tongue until you’re pulling her hair enough to keep her close, before pulling away completely, lips shiny and eyes locked on yours.
“Beg for it.”
The words hang there between you, leaving you torn between the need to have her closer and the one that is telling you to flip the table over again, keep this slow tango of power going and have the upperhand again. But between the way she’s looking at you—just as wrecked, just as desperate despite the words that just got past her mouth—something inside you simply… gives in.
“Please,” you breathe, hearing your own voice crack. “Fuck me, Ellie, pl—.”
She doesn’t let you finish the sentence.
The second the plea leaves your lips her mouth is on you, tongue dragging long and filthy through your folds like she’s been waiting years for this exact taste. A broken moan rips out of her throat, vibrating straight into your clit as her eyes flutter close, tongue swirling tight and fast around it while one of her hands slides up your thigh to hold you open wider, thumb stroking the crease where your leg meets your body like she can’t stop touching every inch of you.
You cry out, head tipping back against the window with a dull thud, one hand fisting tighter in her hair while the other scrambles for something to hold onto, nails scraping the glass. There’s no more teasing, just worship in every shape and sound possible: from the ones that she’s drawing out of you and from hers just from finally having you open for her for the first time in what felt like months, as if only this is enough to make her lose her mind right along with you.
She hasn’t stopped watching you for a single second, not as she pulls your closer, one hand gripping the swell of your ass, nose bumping against your mound as she buries herself deep, cataloging into her mind the way your brows are pulled together, the soft crease between them and how your mouth’s falling more and more open with every moan she’s getting out of you.
“Fuck— Ellie— right there, baby, don’t stop,” you gasp, hips rolling against her mouth in desperate little circles.
And Ellie doesn’t stop, just groans again, louder, the sound muffled as she doubles down, tongue flicking faster, two fingers suddenly sliding inside you without warning, curling just right while her lips seal around your clit and suck hard while your knees buckle.
The pressure builds fast, that tight, coiling feeling snapping low in your belly that makes your hips grind messily against her face, thighs shaking so bad that she has to grip you tighter just to keep you upright against the cold glass while the only thing you can hear is the sound of your broken voice that’s barely covering the mess between your legs.
“Ellie— fuck, baby,” you choke out as your muscles start locking up tight around her fingers.. “I’m gonna— I’m so close—”
It all crashes over you not one moment later than that, ripping a loud, broken cry from your throat as you clench her fingers tightly, thighs squeezing around her head while wave after wave rolls through your body until you’re shaking, gasping, back arching hard against the window as slick warmth floods her mouth, but she just keeps going, licking and sucking and moaning like she’s trying to drink every last drop of you.
Only when your legs finally give out and you’re sliding down the glass with Ellie still buried between your thighs, catching you, she pulls her fingers out slowly, pressing one last soft kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up your body on shaky knees, lips shiny and swollen, chin glistening with you.
Her mouth finds yours immediately, deep and messy and tasting like you as she presses you gently back against the glass. “Love you so fucking much,” she mumbles against your lips.
You laugh breathlessly, arms wrapping around her neck, fingers playing with the sweaty strands at the nape of her neck. “I love you more,” you whisper, nipping at her bottom lip with a tired smile. “Now let’s go to bed so I can return the favor.”
And in those last simple words, you both know you're going to have a long night ahead of you. After all, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
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