Ellie Williams Headcannons:
BODYGUARD!ELLIE X SINGER!READER
My Masterlist
Ellie was the head manager of the security company your team had hired to keep you safe.
Your life consisted of tours, interviews, studios, parties and paparazzi.
You loved your life, you were privileged to have millions of dollars in your possession, large remote mansions, new York penthouses and parties with the elites. But you would be lying if you said that you didn't wish for normality.
It was scary always being in the public eye. Meeting people who knew everything about you and you knew nothing about them. But Ellie made you feel safe.
She was always somewhere nearby. At a party? She's watching you in the corner. A fan approaches you in public? She's hovering behind you, making sure they don't get too close.
Ellie could not count the amount of times you had been pushed over by a hoard of excited fans. Or had your space invaded by eager paparazzi, trying desperately to try and take a picture of you doing any simple mundane task.
Everyone knew Ellie was good at her job, amazing even. But you distracted her. Your little black dresses, styled hair, beautiful smile and charming personality.
She'd worked security for many years and had met many celebrities, but none as sweet and kind hearted as you.
It was after a concert when you were sitting on the sofa in your dressing room backstage, face newly scrubbed and clean, hair tied back out of your face and you were dressed in PJ's.
The room was empty, the only sound that flittered through the room was a song one of your friends had recently released coming out of your speakers and you crunching on your after performance snacks.
Three knocks hit your door in the rhythm you had came to have memorized.
"Come in Williams!" You spoke louder, so she could here you over your music. The door pushed ajar, revealing the muscular woman, hair tied back, tight black pants and a shirt tucked in them that had 'SECURITY' scrawled across the back.
"wassup" you muttered looking up at the gorgeous woman from over your phone briefly before turning back to it.
"I just wanted to let you know that the back exit is now ready for you and you can leave now, if you so wish"
"You don't have to stand so stiff in the door Williams, come in, come in" you muttered gesturing for her to sit on the couch opposite you.
"You want any snacks? There all yours Williams."
"Ellie. Call me Ellie."
After a while if oblivious awkward pining you eventually became official.
You thought she was protective before? Oh my god, she's unbearable.
"No you can't go that way, I don't know if the route is safe cupcake."
"Stay right here missy, no wandering of. Else they'll be consequences"
"Baby there are loads of paps outside, want me to scare em off?"
"Yes ma'am"
Her nicknames for you include: 'Missy, Boss, Ma'am, Baby, Cupcake'
Cannot be spontaneous, girlie is so paranoid about everythingggg.
You find it endearing though.
Her watching you when your performing in your skimpy outfits and then absolutely ripping them to pieces later 😍
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Some Headcanons to try and get rid of my writer's block.
I have so many fics in progress, but I keep switching between them and not committing to one to finish. Ugh. Anyways
Hope you liked this!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Hired Gun
Bodyguard! Loki x y/n Stark reader
18+ | contains angst, feelings of depression and mentions of Saturday with Rumlow
Part 7 Part 8
Depression. It expresses itself differently person to person but it’s morbid nonetheless. You had never used words like depressed or unhappy to describe yourself before however these past few days had been only that. Depressing. Unhappy. Since Loki had dropped you home on Sunday, you had been cooped up in your room thinking about Saturday. Just like depressed and unhappy, you had never used the word vulnerable to describe yourself either and yet now, vulnerability shrouded you.
Whenever someone brought food to your room, you’d leave it outside. You couldn’t find it in yourself to wonder whether anyone questioned the cold dinner sitting on the floor in the morning. Unlike the old food, your showers were hot, almost searing as you’d slide down the wall taking purchase on the floor, allowing the flaming water to wash over you as you cried. The sound of the heated droplets hitting the floor like bullets covered up the sound of your crying giving you free rein to cry as loudly and unashamedly as you wanted to without the consequence of arousing suspicion. That’s how you passed your days; avoiding people, avoiding food and letting your emotions out in the shower. You wondered when this brutal cycle would end.
Since that Sunday Loki looked at the empty passenger seat of his car full of regret, he thought about you. He asked about you a few times, beginning to worry about your lack of appearance. He felt as if he was beginning to forget how it felt to be in your presence. He wanted to speak to you, to see your face, apologise, sit with you, watch you smile, tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear and study your intake of breath whenever his skin would brush against yours. He wanted to appreciate you, like he hadn’t, like he couldn’t. Whenever he’d gather the courage to head towards your room, he’d bump into another member of staff or worse of all, Stark and it’d remind him that going to your room unsummoned would be like an open invitation to make assumptions about you both, it would be his own demise so he didn’t. He waited. And waited until a couple more days with no sign of you passed before he finally found the courage to check in on you. He realised no one else had.
Making his way to your room, Loki took a deep breath as he brought his hand to your door before it swung open, startling him.
“Oh hello, good afternoon you.” You smiled, fully clothed, hair done, bags underneath your eyes hidden with concealer and seemingly back to your usual self.
“Y/n—are you-are you okay?” Loki questioned, eyes scanning your features. It was as if you were wearing a glass mask, clearly about to break at any moment.
“Dandy.” You winked in reply. “Was there any particular reason you were knocking on my door?”
“Well I—” Loki began to explain.
“Nevermind, I’ve got a task for us anyways, I’m just gonna go and grab some lunch.” You interrupted, walking past him and closing the door behind yourself, ensuring you had your clutch bag on you. Skeptically, Loki followed after you.
When you reached the dining room, your dad and Morgan were there. You exchanged pleasantries with them as you ate for what felt like the first time ever, aware of Loki’s questioning gaze on you. You occasionally glanced up at him as you spoke, Loki never once looking away.
As he stared at you, Loki couldn’t help but feel unsettled by both your calmness and your lack of questioning from your father about your absence. Did he not care?
Once you had eaten, you grabbed a coat as you headed out with Loki, making your way towards his car as he spoke.
“So, what’s this task?” He asked, trying to hide how excited he felt being back with you again, walking to his car.
“We’re going to kill Brock Rumlow.” You smiled, Loki gasping.
“W-what?”
“I want him dead Loki, dead.” You stressed.
“You’re not thinking clearly.” He protested, stopping your movements with a hand on your shoulder.
“I am” you insisted, facing him “I’ve had days to think about it and that’s what I want to do.”
“Y/n.” Loki shook his head.
“Come, or don’t” you dismissed, continuing to walk “I’m still going.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying” Loki stopped you, spinning you to face him again “w-what would you even use?” He tried to stall you.
Grinning, you pulled the revolver out of your bag causing Loki’s eyes to widen.
“Are you crazy!” He whisper shouted “You can’t just wave that thing around.” He warned, grabbing it from you and glancing around as he secured it down the front of his trousers. “Where did you even get it?”
“Does it matter?” You huffed.
“Y/n.”
“Just give it back.”
“No.” Loki answered before you began trying to reach for it.
“Loki give it back!” You argued, putting your hand down his trousers to grab it before a few people passed you causing you to pause as you both smiled at them awkwardly. They were mostly catering staff who you hoped wouldn’t say anything to your dad. Once they passed, you continued trying to grab the gun before giving up. “Fine, I’ll just use something else.” You decided, turning away from Loki.
“You’re not thinking clearly” he repeated, standing in front of you “look, why don’t we just—”
“What? Go back to yours? Fuck? Have pointless conversations whilst he just—he just walks freely like he didn’t” you stuttered, your voice breaking “like he didn’t.” You tried to finish, tears welling in your eyes before Loki wrapped his arms around you, as you cried into his chest but it wasn’t a hug, it was an embrace. Loki held you. “What if no one helped me? What if he does it again to someone else?” You questioned, sniffling as Loki rubbed comforting circles on your back.
“I will never let anything happen to you ever again.” Loki promised, kissing your hairline.
You weren't sure how long the two of you stood there, Loki rocking you side to side before you ended up in his car as he drove to his apartment. You only realised where you were once he pulled up outside.
“We can order Chinese food and watch a film.” Loki spoke, breaking the silence as he noticed you looking at his apartment.
“I’d like that.” You smiled, looking at him as Loki took a moment to appreciate the authenticity of it.
You both went inside his apartment, Loki ensuring you were relaxed, well fed and warm as you laid against him in his bed after falling asleep to a film. He looked at you, hating himself for Saturday, for Sunday, for all the times he had hurt you, made you feel insignificant despite practically being the only reason his heart still beats and he made a promise. He’d always protect you, no matter what and that he would get his revenge. Slipping out of the bed, he made his way to the bathroom before dialing a number and waiting for the recipient to answer.
“Brother.” Loki greeted once Thor answered.
“You only call me that when there’s an emergency or you need—”
“Yes, the latter.” Loki interrupted.
“Who?”
“Rumlow.”
“Rumlow, why?” Thor queried, amused by Loki's silence. “Oh, it’s for a girl.” He figured.
“Will you sort it or not?” Loki huffed.
“Of course, anything else? Perhaps a beer?” Thor joked.
“I want to be there too.” Loki requested.
“Very well, we meet Friday, I know where he’ll be.”
“Friday.” Loki agreed before hanging up.
He made his way back to you, his y/n and kissed your forehead as he laid against you.
Yep, they’ll sort it. Right?
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