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i love your hcs 💕 can you write hcs of how ellie williams comforts insecure reader

thank you sm love !! not sure what kinds of insecurities you were looking for specifically so there's a lil bit of everything. also i think i hate how this turned out oops

ellie williams headcannon: how ellie comforts your insecurities <3

tags: ellie williams x fem!reader , lapslock , insecure reader , hurt/comfort , fluff , pet names , ellie typical cursing, mentions of body image and poor self esteem etc. , basically a oneshot at the end lol sorry , not proofread

you're self confidence hasn't ever been very high. it's one of the reasons it took you and ellie so long to become official. you're brain just overthinks everything and it took you a long time to believe ellie whenever she would give you sweet compliments or flirty looks that couldn't possibly be for you, right?

even after you two started dating, the insecurities never really left you. the overthinking lessened and ellie made you feel beautiful, inside and out, but deep down you always held dark thoughts about yourself. and ellie knew this.

anytime you two go out in public, ellie would get stares from anyone. you knew ellie had some flings before you and you couldn't help but feel inferior whenever a pretty girl would come up to ellie while you were together. they would leave suggestive touches on her arms or flirty smiles. seemingly not even noticing your presence.

ellie would always brush them off, but you couldn't help but feel inferior. you already had a hard time believing ellie chose you of all people. you weren't anything special.

one night the thoughts began to become too much, eating you up inside. you were both getting ready for bed when ellie noticed your hesitation to climb into the blankets with her.

"c'mon babe i'm coooold" she teased, arms open and making grabby hands.

"els, maybe i should go back to my place". ellie's tone quickly changes to one of worry, scrambling out of the bed and rushing over to your slumped figure.

"why? are you feeling ok" the back of her hands pressed to your forehead, checking for any hotness there.

you try not to tremble as tears well in your eyes, shaking your head. she's always taking such good care of you and it makes you cry harder.

"hey hey, don't cry. tell me what' wrong, hm?" she guides you to the edge of the bed, plopping down next to you and tucking you into her neck. "talk to me petal, let me help". her voice oozed comfort and her body was so warm. you couldn't stop yourself before you spilled your guts. "y-you deserve better els"

"huh? what are you talking about?" you try and explain the insecurities you felt, feeling dumber for them by the second as ellie's face shows nothing but confusion.

when it finally hits ellie, she can't help but cup your face and pout at your tear stained cheeks. "your my best girl, hm? my favorite. your beautigul, and strong, and the kindest person i know. no one could compare and i love you, only you."

her words were like a blanket that consumed your cold body. you know how hard it is for ellie to express feelings through words. and even though you know it wouldn't fix it, they comforted you.

"i know ellie, 'm just being du-"

ellie surged in and kissed you, effectively cutting you off leaving you breathless.

ellie would never let you talk bad about yourself.

later, jesse and his group had scored a jackpot on a bunch of new clothes. you were excited to get some better clothes for the summer as all you seemed to own was sweaters and jeans.

you locked yourself in the bathroom, trying on a million different things but nothing seemed to look good on you.

a quick knock followed by a "babe let me see" from ellie on the other side of the door. you sigh and stare up at the ceiling before opening the door, revealing your girlfriend leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

"i look disgusting" you sigh out, examining your self in the mirror once again. you feel arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a chest.

"hey! don't say that about my girlfriend" ellie said, serious but a small quirk in her lips made you roll your eyes. you couldn't help it. what you saw in the mirror repulsed you. it must of shown on your face because ellie's fingers start wiggling at your sides, effectively squeezing a giggle out of you.

"seriously love, you look stunning. remember that." her words make you flush and you nod. the only opinion that mattered was ellie's. you decided to keep the clothes, and maybe they were growing on you.

ellie always praises you, even when your feeling okay. you would just be reading on the couch, hair thrown lazily into a bun, huge sweater drowning your frame and ellie would appear in front of you with a sloppy kiss to the forehead and goofy grin on her face. "what?" you'd ask, confused and kinda annoyed that she distracted you from a really good part of the book.

"nothing your just fucking cute" or "just wanted to kiss a pretty girl, is that a crime"

once, you both were cuddling on the couch, watching some shitty romance film ellie had found on patrol earlier that day. something on the screen made her chuckle, body shifting as she moved her hand right on top of you stomach. the warmth from her palm instantly seeped through your thin shirt and it caused a sharp intake of your breath.

ellie felt your body tense up in her arms, causing her to glance down at the side of your face, "you okay, baby?"

you nod quickly, a small smile that you hoped was convincing. it wasn't. ellie knows you way too well.

ellie's eyes trace your profile down your neck and to her hand. she instantly recognizes her mistake and a sad sigh falls from her lips.

"love, look at me". you pretend you don't hear her and she sighs louder this time. a moment passes and you think that's it when all of a sudden her hands are on your hips, theres movement, and then her face comes into view.

her hands carresses your sides and hips as she stares into your eyes, eyes hard but touches soft. "there's my pretty girl." she breathes out.

"els, the movie-"

"fuck the movie. i wanna watch you instead" she leans in closer, you can see every freckle dusting her cheeks.

her words make you blush and you stare at her lips because the eye contact is just too much.

you feel her finger under your chin, lifting your face, eyes meeting. she dips down, taking your lips in hers. the kiss is gentle and it spreads warmth throughout your whole body. her kisses always make you feel on cloud 9. you don't even notice as her hands start to explore more of your body. your hips, sides, thighs, tummy. her fingers ghost over your nipples, collarbone, neck, jaw. she repeats the cycle twice before you run out of breath.

"so fucking gorgeous" "im so lucky" "need you so bad" words and praises fall from her lips between each kiss to your lips, nose, eyelids.

she lays you on your back, pushing your shirt up above your breasts, leaving you exposed from your neck to below your belly button. "can't believe your all mine". you whine at her words, trying to tug your shirt back down but ellie wont have any of it.

she starts to leave a trail of kisses down your torso. you cant help but freeze up as she nears the most difficult parts.

"it's just me, petal"

you always insisted the lights are off or that your shirts stays on whenever you two are intimate but for some reason you can't bring yourself to say anything this time. ellie just makes you feel so good.

in conclusion ellie loves you very much, and its more than enough for the both of you. so, whenever the love for yourself seems so far away, she just gives you some of hers <3

thank you again for the request anon ! gentle reminder that my inbox is open and requests (or just some ellie brainrot ranting) is always welcome ! tdlr: i have no ideas

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buckybarnesstar · 7 years

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Note: yikes, what a title, lmao. I hope you’re all doing well! so, this isn’t entirely how it went in the movie, but I hope you enjoy it, anon! thank you for the request! comments and feedback are more than welcome! I appreciate hearing back from you guys. ❤️

Request: hey :) could you write an angsty one shot where the reader sees videos of bucky being tortured by hydra and later brings it up to him that *you* saw them? thank you <3

You were just finishing up writing a mission report late at night-given you arrived an hour prior from said mission-, in extreme detail since Nick was upset that you left out what weapon you used to kill a guard last time. He was surprised when you held up your dominate hand with a shrug. So, if he wanted details, he was gonna get them. As you typed away, Tony was to your left, sorting through old files. He was moving them into the new safe Nick had brought in, when he let out a rather loud and long yawn.

A smirk formed on your lips as you looked up from your laptop. Tony was sitting in a swivel chair, stacking old manila file folders on the ground. “It’s not even ten-thirty, and you’re already tired?” You shook your head, mocking him. Nick wanted him to sit the mission out and do this for him instead.

He scoffed and glared at you, sighing heavily. “I’ve been moving these files all day long! And he wanted to organize them by year, and some of them aren’t even dated!” He complained, groaning in frustration.

You tapped your thumbs against your laptop as you thought to yourself. You were nearly finished with your report and Tony did look tired. Pursing your lips, you turned to look back at Tony. “I’m almost done here, why don’t I finish that up?” You offered with a small smile. Tony whipped around to face you with a shocked expression. “Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?” He asked with caution, crossing his arms.

Your eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets. “You have ten seconds flat to leave the room or I withdraw my offer.” You began typing on your laptop again, laughing softly to yourself when you heard his shoes squeak against the floor, his speedy steps echoing as he ran out of the room.

After half an hour later of typing your mission report, you sent it in an email to Nick. You sighed and cracked your knuckles, stretching your arms above your head. Your body was sore from the mission and your eyes had grown tired, but you told Tony you’d finish the files.

Walking over to the stack he left on the ground, you picked them up and brought them over, tossing them down onto the table. A white square envelope slid out of the top folder, a shiny disc catching your eye. Your eyebrows creased with confusion and you grabbed it, flipping it around to look for a name or any piece of information that told you what was on here. You opened the envelope, only to find that the disc was plain, too.

You were always a curious person. Almost everyone in the tower had trouble with accepting that, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. It was in your personality to be curious. And that’s why you sat down in your chair and slid the disc into your laptop.

Biting your lip, your cursor hovered over the play button. What if this was something bad, something terribly horrid, something you’d never be able to un-see. You’d dream of it, think of it, and have so many questions. Or what if it was the long-lost embarrassing drunken karaoke video of Sam and Tony at Bucky’s birthday party?

You quickly pressed play and sat back, anxiously waiting for it to start.

You realized that this was not the latter as you saw darkness, The camera shook a little bit as it showed a brightly lit room - or rather a lab of sorts. Suddenly voices started coming into the room.

One by one, a group of men came into frame. Men with lab coats. Your stomach churned and your fingers shook as you heard Bucky’s voice. “Stop! Don’t do this! I knew him!” The camera was shakily aimed at him and you could see him struggling against them. They were dragging him towards a large chair and shoved him down. You knew you needed to stop watching. But you couldn’t look away. Not now.

Bucky had a thousand yard stare, as if everything about him and his life was rushing back and he knew he’d lose it soon. A few seconds later, he was out of control and shoving a guard away from him; he was angry and unstable. You looked away and bit your trembling lip as your finger hovered over the power button, but when you heard more footsteps, you willed yourself to look again.

“Mission report.”

Alexander Pierce was there, leaning down in front of Bucky, his hand whipping out to slap Bucky in the face. The camera had a muffled sound from the person shaking so much. You figured this wasn’t actually supposed to be filmed, or it was and the person was extremely afraid to be around Bucky, or in this case, The Winter Soldier.

Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Bucky look at Pierce. He looked hopeless, he was tired and you could see a spark of fear behind his eyes as he spoke. “But I knew him.” His eyes held so much emotion, something you didn’t see when he first arrived at the tower. It took him a few months to even come out of his room when everyone else was awake. After that, it took a year to get him back to as normal as he could be, given everything that happened.

One more year, and you two were happily together. You both had grown close to each other, you helped him with his nightmares and he always stitched you up, both of you taking bullets for each other. Though the two of you were unstoppable on the field, working together like it was meant to be.

“Wipe him.”

Those words brought you out of your thoughts and your breath picked up as you watched two men push Bucky’s back against the chair, his hair framing his face. You realized your were gripping the edge of the table when your hand started to hurt from the pressure. Tears filled your eyes as you watched them stick a mouth guard in front of him. He accepted it; he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight back.

The machine came to life and his chair leaned backwards, the electric headpiece coming around towards Bucky’s head. It fired up and you saw his chest rise and fall before he started to scream, the machine shocking him. A sob escaped your lips and your hand flew up, covering your mouth as you cried into it. He continued to scream, his voice breaking and the sound of his metal arm fighting against the restraints shot right through you.

You slammed the laptop shut and squeezed your eyes tightly, but all you could see was Bucky’s face behind your lids. You’d only heard bits and pieces about Bucky’s life with Hydra.

Now that you’ve seen it with your own eyes, it was something you’d never want to see again.

Two weeks have passed since you watched Bucky’s torture video. You’ve become silent almost, timid around anyone. Telling Bucky about watching the video wasn’t something you wanted to bring up. But you knew he could tell that something was wrong.

He watched you from the door, your fingers typing on your laptop as you wrote out another mission report. It’s taken you longer than usual because you kept thinking about the video. You noticed you were typing out the details from said video instead of the mission you and the team went on, and you groaned, backspacing two sentences.

“Y/N, you need to rest.” Bucky’s voice startled you and you looked up from your screen. You swallowed nervously and let out a shaky breath. “I need to finish the miss-an email.” ‘Mission report’ suddenly sounded like a terrible set of words to use, despite Bucky’s mind being cleared for the most part.

Bucky sighed and walked into the room. He stood behind you and let his hands rest on your shoulders. You melted into his touch and your lip trembled when you felt the coolness on your left shoulder. Everything you’ve been holding in finally came out. “Bucky..” Your voice broke and you tried to hold back your sobs, but it was useless. He quickly turned your chair to the side and bent down onto his knees in front of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” His eyebrows creased with worry and his hands grasped your cheeks. You couldn’t form the words, you could only cry. Bucky felt his throat tighten at seeing you like this, your eyes filled with tears and the hiccups coming from your throat.

He wiped your tears as they fell, giving you time to catch your breath before speaking again. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked softly, moving his hand to yours, caressing your skin with his thumb. You sniffled and took a deep breath, huffing it out as you let your eyes fall to his metal hand in yours. You weren’t scared, you weren’t angry; just seeing him like that broke your heart.

“I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to be mad at me.” You sobbed again and Bucky stood to his feet, picking you up out of the chair bridal style, so he could sit in with you in his lap. He shushed you softly, cradling your head on his shoulder. “Doll, you’re makin’ me nervous. Please, tell me.” He pleaded softly, looking down at you.

Wiping your cheeks, you took another breath. “I watched a video.” You whispered quietly, hoping he missed it. But he heard you clearly and his heart jumped in his chest. He knows exactly what video you’re talking about.

He was silent as he gathered his thoughts. Your heart sank as the minutes ticked by without a word from him. Right when you opened your mouth, he did the same, only he could use his voice. “I’m not mad at you, Doll. I wish you hadn’t seen me like that, though.” He held you closer, pressing his lips to your head.

You sat up in his lap and looked into his eyes. The looked sad and he had light circles underneath them. Your hand rested on his cheek and you caressed it. “You’ve come a long way, I know that. But seeing it, it broke my heart all over again, Bucky.” Your lip trembled and Bucky reached up to rub it with his thumb.

“Hey,” He met your eyes and leaned in to press his lips to yours. The kiss was short but sweet. “It won’t happen again; I’m confident about that now. I have such an amazing team and girlfriend that will make sure of it.” Bucky let his metal hand cradle your cheek. Even touching you with it was proof that he’s one hundred percent sure he’s okay.

You smiled sadly at him. You sighed and played with your thumbs for a few moments. “I was hoping it was that embarrassing video of Sam and Tony, singing horribly at karaoke night on your birthday.” You admitted bashfully. Bucky suddenly laughed, which caused your heart to soar at the sound.

Bucky’s laughs calmed and he stood up with you in his arms still, leading you out of the room. You let your head rest against his chest. “Where are we going?” You asked softly, playing with the ends of his hair. “Always so curious.” He chuckled deeply, the action causing his chest to vibrate against your side.

“Well?” You looked up at him, raising your eyebrows expectantly. He stepped into the elevator and a smirk formed on his lips.

“To watch that exact video.”

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