Your fingers knitted into her sheets, basking in the moment as your girlfriend whispered praises into the shell of your ear. Your head tilted to the side whenever she dipped down to murmur something else—words that shot straight to your core.
You shifted against the pillow beneath you, muffling your mewls in a weak attempt (and failing) to not disturb her housemates.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” you heard her mumble under her breath.
Then, you felt it—the small loss of warmth as one of her hands lifted from your hips. Naturally, you raised your head, expecting another tug on your hair followed by her telling you how pretty you were or how well you were taking her.
But the flush creeping over your skin was quickly replaced by slow realization. This time, she wasn’t talking about you. Of course not.
Your gaze flickered to the wall mirror near her creaking bed, polaroids of you two tucked in the corner.
Sure enough, there she was; flexing her arm, eyes locked on her own reflection, hips still snapping into the plush of your backside at a steady pace. Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip, curved upward.
You rolled your eyes, glancing over your shoulder at her, unamused as this was Not the first time.
Abby caught your stare. “What—yeah, you too,” she rushed out, quickly dropping her arm to press her palm against the small of your back, like that would somehow undo everything.
With a small push of your hand against her abdomen, you separated yourself from her.
“Babe—where are you going?” she called out, throwing her arms up. “Baby! I was admiring us! Together—”
She watched your figure retreat to her bathroom, a small half annoyed noise following.
“Caught in 4K, damn,” she muttered to herself with a laugh. “Nah, this is art,” she added quietly, lifting her arm once more while she waited for you to come back.
“You are such a distraction, Anderson.” She let out a low whistle, finally dropping back against the mattress, draping an arm over her eyes as she caught her breath.
super!abby who couldn’t have been more thrilled about her mundane day. a simple save here and there. until a whole building was held hostage and she got to save you.
super!abby who held you so tight in her arms, cupping your face to reassure you of your safety. because that’s all she cared about at that moment.
super!abby who remembered every name of every person she ever had the privilege of meeting. yet you stood out more than anyone she’d ever seen. maybe it was the lighting in the building…or maybe it was the way you gripped her arm, resting your entire life in her hands just before you ushered others to safety.
super!abby who was tripping over herself the next day at work. chewing on her pen and gripping at her hair, practically tearing her scalp off to try focusing on anything but you.
super!abby who heard your voice in her office building, thinking maybe she died and finally joined the angels. turning around she realized your voice came from a recorder on her coworkers desk.
“uh, whatcha listening to there?”
“oh, it’s an interview from a witness of the hostage situation yesterday.”
“…..anything good?”
“she’s talking about superwoman. all of it is good.”
super!abby who wished she had gotten your name. a phone number would have been great too but she would have been grateful with just your name. all she had was a memory of you and ‘stupid idiot’ written on her forehead.
super!abby who didn’t get the idea to ask her coworker who did your interview for your name until a week later.
super!abby who did some harmless internet research. (she stalked you. found every social, looked at every photo….may have accidentally found your address and where you worked every wednesday, thursday, and friday)
super!abby who felt embarrassed to her core when she awkwardly walked into the cramped bookstore that she never knew existed. pen scribbling in a sudoku book, you were slumped over the register counter and abby thought you were even prettier than how she remembered you.
super!abby who could have slapped herself when she creepily said “i heard your interview” and watched your face contort with confusion. it didn’t help that she was standing 5 feet away nearly behind a bookshelf.
“…huh?”
maybe if she told you she was superwoman you would forget about this entire interaction. but that was cheating, and abby was no cheater.
“sorry. i, uh, work at the daily planet. journalist.”
super!abby whose entire body relaxed when you let out a loud ‘oh’ and laughed to yourself, no longer creeped out by the weirdo staring at her from slightly behind a shelf.
super!abby who could finally start a normal conversation now that she’d totally embarrassed herself.
super!abby who felt happily comfortable talking to you about her favorite books, what you had for breakfast and what you planned on eating for dinner. abby wanted to have mundane conversations with you until she ran out of breath.
super!abby who felt obligated to buy a book for the amount of time she’d spent wasting your work day.
super!abby who smiled bigger than she ever had, forcing herself to stay two feet planted on the ground, when she opened the book outside the shop and saw your phone number written neatly on the receipt with some letters cutely sprawled underneath that read ‘for when it’s your turn to interview me’
a hunger games!au ellie williams fanfiction.⌇ masterlist
summary. what a fragile thing life must be if ellie's can be over with a simple calling of her name. you, on the other hand, trained for the arena all your life and thereby intend to be the victor of this years games. no matter the cost — or the auburn girl you happen upon.
warnings violence, death, torture, mutilation, warfare, war crimes, rebellion, physical & mental trauma, panic attacks, etc ⎯ its a hunger games au, expect the worst.
synopsis ⟩ from each of the twelve districts, two people are reaped to be declared tributes in the 74th annual hunger games. among them is you, who was born and raised for this very moment. nothing expects short of bloodshed is expected from you. that is, however, until you form relationships with your fellow tributes⎯thus complicating things beyond comprehension.
synopsis ⟩ the quarter quell is announced, sending trepidation down the spines of every past victor who was unlucky enough to not have died in their games. you and ellie now have to decide whether or not you're willing to live for the sake of the other's sacrifice.
synopsis ⟩ war is a hasty thing, holding no taste for patience. it steals the lives of the innocent and leaves alone only those who no longer wish to continue on. the districts fight for their freedom while the capitol struggles to keep their puppets in line. however, as time wears on, it becomes apparent that⎯much like the hunger games⎯there are no winners, only survivors.
[warnings]: chef! Abby, unserious, suggestive mentions, headcannons, wc 1k , part 2 is being rewritten!
Chef! Abby’s! first viral video was around a year ago. A simple clip of her making cacio e pepe. The video was beautifully shot, a warm coloring complementing the glossy dish. but what really got everyone’s attention?
The way her forearms tensed while she cracked fresh pepper. Veins showing themselves along her freckled skin. Comments often reading:
@ “ok but how do i get the pasta to look this good?”
@ “i have something to say but i want to go to college”
@ “ma’am, i’m trying to focus but your ARMS?????😣”
@ “looks SO good💕..and the food i guess”
Chef Abby! had always loved cooking, growing up in a kitchen with her dad, who ran The Cordova, one of downtown Washington’s finest restaurants. But she liked the no pressure vibe of TikTok—just her and her food. She decided she wouldn’t show her face much, if at all. Letting the small flex of her muscles when she kneaded dough into a floured surface be the main visual. While comments? They were only half focused on what she was making.
Naturally, her account gained traction. No face, no voice—just hands, muscles, and literal food porn. Every video felt like a Sunday afternoon in a kitchen. @buffandbasil, now sat at 2.5 million followers.
Chef Abby! tried to ignore the thirst in her comments. How could she? It was honestly a small ego boost, even if it was a bit over the top at times. Like the second pinned video on the top of her page—where all she was doing was making bread.
@ : “knead ME like that.”
@ : “both lips are smiling rn”
@: “need her to bake something in me, respectfully😇“
@: “we need to chill in the comments… *saves video*”
Chef Abby! wasn’t a huge fan of putting her face in her videos. However, the occasional face slip would happen. A quick shot of her golden hair in view or a reflection in a clean pan.
The third and final pinned video? The one sitting at a few million views and a comment section that out-ratioed it?
Her hair draped over a fitted black Henley shirt, the top button undone. Sleeves rolled up to her elbows. And when she reached up for something overhead in a cabinet? A small sliver of her torso—those abs?
Yeah. They lost it.
@ “niagara falls just relocated”
@ “MY CLOTHES, WHERE’D THEY GO!!?!”
@ “her strap drags, for sure. touches the floor.”
@^ “mind you, i would take it.😊”
@ ^^ “y’all are TOO freaked out 💀”
And trust—Chef Abby! loved it. Really. Laying in bed, straight cackling on FaceTime with her best friend Manny, sending him screenshots or full-blown screen sharing. She didn’t reply. Not really. But she absolutely posted a few videos after. No shirt, just her “Kiss the Chef” apron and vibes.
And the one time she did reply?
@: “Do you do weddings?”
@buffandbasil :“Yes, actually.”
Harmless, right? Simple. Straightforward. She had catered weddings before. Large events, alongside her father, but—
@: “As… the bride?”
She saw it exactly three minutes after posting her reply. And in those three minutes, her comment had already tripled in likes. The replies? A war zone.
@ “ANSWER THE QUESTION!”
@ “HELLO???????”
@ “bro air balled.”
@ “ok so u free next saturday or???”
She paid it no mind. Mostly. But sometimes, a few profiles caught her attention. She was human, after all. Chef Abby! had seen your likes. You didn’t know it yet.
For you? It was originally just another cringe or brain rot video being sent by your roommate, Dina. But when you clicked the video of @buffandbasil all laughter halted. Typing back—
You: “Dee, hear me out..😭”
Dina: “Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Lost the plot.”
Chef Abby! considered reciprocating the engagement but saw how many views you usually received on GRWMs and storytimes and decided on a more… exciting approach. Wanting to see if you’d bite.
No aesthetic instrumentals—this time, a voiceover. Her voice, soft, steady Tutorial style.
“So today, we’re making sourdough from scratch. You wanna make sure your starter is active, and then we’re gonna knead it—”
@: “OH SHE TALKS???”
@: “it’s all over the screen ngl 🌊”
@: “asmr videos when?”
@: “great now i have a crush on a faceless chef, thanks.”
@: “I’m ovulating rn please chill 💔💔”
But the only comment she was looking for? Yours.
@ you: “Me next🫦!”
You typed it. And went to bed. She had so many comments—she probably wouldn’t even see it.
But as the sun poured through your curtains the next morning, your stomach flipped. A notification.
Followed by @buffandbasil. 2 hours ago.
Legs swinging the blankets off, then you were sprinting down the hall, launching yourself onto Dina’s bed like a feral animal let loose.
She groaned, blindly swatting at you. “Dude, what the—”
Without another word, you shoved your phone in her face. Dina squinted, blinked a few times, then—loud, cackling.
“Dee. This isn’t a ‘hear me out’ anymore—this is a hold me back.” You said, falling next to her dramatically, smiling.
Dina wheezed, shaking her head. “Nah. You are in the sunken place now, sister.”
a one-shot about streamer!ellie falling for a random influencer who wants nothing to do with her (except she actually does).
content: streamer!ellie x influencer!reader, strangers to lovers, ellie's down bad, so is reader you’re just better at hiding it, twitch chat/discord sever/titkok comment antics (that were a bitch to write ngl), MDNI 18+, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (e!receiving), there's like a splash of meta during the smut that made me giggle when deciding to include it, reader described as having a clit
word count: 5.6k
author's note: so this is where i reveal myself as having quite a bit of knowledge about streaming/gaming/chronic online-ness in general. also, does this count as loser!ellie? am i part of the gang?! anyways, i hope you enjoy!
twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: we're soooooo back 😤 !discord !drops
“alright, alright,” ellie muttered, dragging a hand down her face as she leaned toward her second monitor. “let’s do today’s discord submissions. i’ve been skipping out on them because you guys have been fucking weird lately, so... don’t make me regret this.”
her camera’s a little off-center—she obviously just rolled out of bed, the unmade sheets still visibly rumpled in the background, and her hair's clearly unbrushed beyond probably a haphazard comb through with her fingers.
ghostpeekr: !!!!!!!!
tryqt: BE NICE ELLIE
elliesdischarge: i just sent a pic of my cat meow for her rn
whiffytiffany: is she playing with chat members for fortnite tonight????
elliethrows4me: dude make your bed.
ellie sighed, already regretting everything. “i never make my bed, you guys know this by now” she grumbled, clicking into her discord anyway. the #stream-submissions channel lit up immediately. “alright. what are we working with today…”
she scrolled through hundreds of chats, stopping at the ones with the most reactions. first up was a photo of someone’s dog.
she squinted. “this is your… dog?” it’s a tiny, wet-looking chihuahua wrapped in a blanket like a human baby.
“that’s—okay, listen, i’m sure she’s very sweet. but she looks like kind of like a maggot? why the fuck are her eyes doing that.”
lootsluttt: LMFAOOOO
v4nitymirror: SHE’S MY BABY
ellieclips: you’re the maggot-looking one actually.
princessp3ach: UR GOING TO HELL
she kept scrolling.
“okay, next up—dinner pic. we’ve got noodles, veggies… chicken? that’s chicken, right?” she tilted her head. “yeah, okay. this looks gas. eight out of ten. presentation is questionable, but i’d eat it.”
nerfventure: W DINNER
flick_n_trick: it’s pad thai dumbass
ecam96: NOT U CALLING IT UGLY
NotElliesAlt: u’d eat anything tho
ellie glanced at chat and snorted. “okay, but i’m a growing girl, i’ve got a big appetite!”
elliesdischarge: i got something you can eat message deleted by a moderator.
dusty_diamond: RATE MY SETUP PLSSSS I JUST POSTED IT
sandydunez: okay so where’s the growing part tho?
next post. it was a tiktok.
she paused. “okay, wait. is this gonna get me banned like the last time?”
the video started playing anyway. one of those dramatic thirst edits. saweetie’s my type blasted in the background, and a slideshow began: a list titled in giant capital letters:
“THE HOTTEST WOMEN ON THE PLANET — RANKED.”
ellie raised a brow. “mmmkay. hot women, my specialty. let’s see who made the cut.”
#5 was some instagram model. she nodded approvingly. “valid…”
#4 was a streamer she knew—kind of annoying in real life. she wrinkled her nose. “mid. there’s better streamers out there, you know. ones that might be on your screen. like…right now. i dunno, just saying.”
#3 was that girl from a CW show that everyone insisted was underrated.
#2 was a picture of asami from nickolodeon’s the legend of korra.
she looked at the camera. “okay, but, like…deadass, why am i not on here? this one’s not even a real person?”
leilaniiii: GIRL BE FR
nonbinarybullets: 💀💀💀
elliesyumyum: ur like top 17 at best
tima0911: not everything is about you smelly.
she flipped off the camera, a grin tugging at her mouth. “you guys have no taste.”
and then—#1.
the music swelled. the tiktok cut to a clip of you.
it was casual, not even a thirst trap—just you in a tank top and sweats, talking to your chat, laughing at something off screen. it was one of those clips where someone was effortlessly attractive without trying, and ellie immediately leaned closer to her screen.
she blinked. “who even is that?”
whiffytiffany: NO WAY
mikuirl: THAT’S MOTHER
maybemaddie: HER @ IS pastaluvrrr
NotElliesAlt: ELLIE BE SERIOUS
ellie’s brows pulled together, genuinely confused. “i’ve literally never seen her in my life. also her user is literally pasta lover. i’m supposed to be impressed?”
usuallylurkin: L + RATIO + SHE'S HOTTER THAN U
ellieclips: ur username is smellie btw
paine_45: she's like famous famous
slaystation_: SHE’S SO GFFFF
she waved a dismissive hand and clicked off the video.
“never heard of her,” she muttered, already loading up fortnite. “anyways. queueing up squads. if you stream snipe and don’t let me win, you’re getting banned.”
it took approximately four hours.
four hours between ellie squinting at your face on stream and someone from her chat catching her lurking in your comment section.
the tiktok in question wasn’t even that serious. you’d filmed yourself in your bathroom mirror, hair half up, wearing one of those off-the-shoulder baggy t-shirts, mouthing along to some audio.
and right there, in the comments section, was ellie’s account:
@ smellie: “wait she’s kinda bad tho”
of course, one of her viewers immediately took a screenshot before ellie even had the chance to delete it. not that she would’ve. but still.
by midnight, the screenshot had already gone viral.
a photo post popped up on for you pages everywhere, featuring a zoomed-in screenshot of the comment with saweetie playing again in the background (naturally). the caption read:
“i think ellie figured out who she was.”
it had 70k likes within the hour.
and, of course—you reposted it.
the comments on the post immediately flooded with:
“OMG SHE REPOSTED”
“not ellie switching up so fast”
“ellie back up SHE’S MINE”
meanwhile, ellie’s discord exploded.
#general was moving so fast, the mods were genuinely worried:
smelly mod #7: sooooo @ smellie we saw the tiktok 😭
within minutes, ellie herself was typing.
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: GUYS chill out omg
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: you’re literally blowing my street cred
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: also there was NOTHING wrong with what i said. she’s fine asf. i was simply making an observation
naturally, no one let her breathe.
ashieee: street cred?????
wizard bupple: what streets u live in wyoming cuh
ellie's gf #real #actually: remember when u didn’t know or care who she was
ellie attempted damage control.
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: okay FIRST OF ALL, wyoming can get scrappy. i have plenty of cred.
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: and SECOND OF ALL. y’all clipped me out of context
smelly mod #2: you literally said “who even is that”
allyson.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱: in 4k babe. we got u in 4k
at some point, she just gave up.
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: i hate all of you
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: ok but if someone made very hot, sexy romantical edits of us tg i’d probably hate you a little less
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: #otp?! 🥺
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: new drop just landed. ur welcome 😎 tiktok.com/smellie
it was… a thirst trap.
or her version of one, which meant it was shot in her kitchen with bad lighting and camera half-tilted, lip-syncing to some dumb audio while wearing a backwards hat.
before her regulars could even start roasting her for it, someone had already forwarded the message from #announcements to #general with a reply:
pastalover: nobody’s watching ts 🤣
the server went feral.
laffey ʚɞ: HELLO????
marisol (she/they): EXCUSE ME???
ellie's shift key: you mean to tell me she has been here the whole time???
smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: YOU’RE IN HERE??????
ellie immediately direct messaged you.
smellie: you’ve been lurking like a freak
smellie: you didn’t even say hi
smellie: and THAT’S what you break the silence with???
pastalover: be grateful i even watched it enough to know it was cringe
and then, a day later, you went live.
a rare event. your streams weren’t regular—more like when you were bored and felt cute. your overlay was minimal. just chat, a little corner cam, and non-copyrighted lofi in the background.
you were doing a get ready with me stream, mid-eyeliner, when you glanced over at chat and smirked.
"yes, i saw ellie’s most recent tiktok. yes, i wish i hadn’t.” you said, voice lazy with disinterest. “she’s, like, obsessed with me.”
topnoodle44: MY OLD MARRIED COUPLE 🥰
0ping: BE SERIOUS
ellieuseslightmode: ellie’s gonna faint
altaccnumber26: she’s in chat rn btw
iclutchforpastalover: she’s BEEN in chat
you paused.
“oh.” you looked at the camera with a raised brow. “she’s here? figures.”
ellie’s username popped up in chat two seconds later.
smellie: looking so good bestie 😳
smellie: drop the lip combo
smellie: or come here and kiss me so i can try it on
smellie: wait who said that-
you rolled your eyes. “i use a revlon lip liner in the shade mauve and then the elf lip oil in the shade jam session. not that these words would mean anything to you.”
smellie: blah blah blah. proper name, place name, backstory stuff.
you scoffed. “you’re unserious.”
mikuirl: just admit you kinda like her flirting
maybemaddie: WAIT I LOVE THE ELF LIP OILS WE’RE SO TWINNINGGGG
NotElliesAlt: ellie barely remembers chapstick LMAO
chousey203: i can’t tell if you curve her bc you hate her or bc you like her
“actually, i’m doing a public service. her ego needs balance.”
smellie: my ego’s doing fine. it’s my heart that’s in danger.
laughing, you leaned into the camera. “see? she’s like… weirdly committed to the bit.”
smellie: this isn’t a bit 🧍♂️
you stared at the chat, deadpan. “sooo, yeah. back to the tutorial. mods, can someone time ellie out for 300 seconds.”
smellie: WTF message deleted by a moderator.
the entire interaction was timestamped, clipped, and in about 15 different tiktoks within minutes.
twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: carrying @ pastaluvrrr in fortnite
“okay,” ellie said confidently, leaning so excitedly forward into her mic her voice came out slightly fuzzy and bass-boosted, “fortnite is all about communication. precision. teamwork. and—most importantly—aura. follow my lead, you’ll be fine.”
“don’t you literally die first in every match?” you replied, sipping your drink without looking at the screen.
ellie scoffed. “i—okay, first of all, that’s slander. second of all, my KD ratio is… hold on…”
there was a pause as she scrambled to look it up.
“…okay, next topic” she mumbled after a beat. “ready up for me.”
ecam96: girl she gagged u
elliesdischarge: ur trash but ur hot so it’s fine
jmattsz: you’re both gonna get clapped in 2 minutes
besosss: SHE SAID FOLLOW HER LEAD 😭
“wait,” you said as you readied up, “how do i do the little dance?”
ellie gasped. “oh my god. you don’t have any emotes.”
“i don’t play this game!”
“yeah, no kidding,” she muttered. “hold on. i’m gonna flex real quick.”
your screen suddenly showed her character cycling through a ridiculous line-up of skins—spider-man, ariana grande, peely in a tuxedo.
“i cannot believe you spend real life money on this shit,” you said flatly.
“hey! some of them are gifted, okay?”
“your chat literally hates you, babe. who is gifting you anything?”
“HEY.”
slaystation_: did i just hear "babe" 👀👀👀
macetotheface: she’s negging her ON STREAM
ellieclips: ellie FIGHT BACK.
the game loaded in and she yelled at you to thank the bus driver like you had any idea how to do that or what she even meant. she picked some obscure landing spot and said “trust me” like she hadn’t already proven herself deeply untrustworthy.
you landed. broke open a chest. got a shotgun.
then immediately got shot in the back.
“oh my god,” you groaned. “ellie. help.”
ellie was halfway across the town, looting.
“you’re downed already?! hang on, hang on,” she said. “i’m coming. hey, don’t crawl away—wait.”
her character—bruno mars, she’d finally settled on—stood over you uselessly as the timer for the revive slowly ticked down.
“what are you waiting for, get me!”
“say please.”
“the fuck?”
“say 'pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god, ellie.'”
a beat.
you rolled your eyes, then smirked at the camera, clearing your throat and lilting breathily into your mic, “puhleeease, ellie?”
ellie stopped moving entirely, the tips of her ears going red in her grainy facecam. her character continued to stand there, unmoving.
“hello?” you prompted. “ellie?”
“sorry,” she said quickly, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. “uhhhh.. got distracted by something.”
v4nitymirror: KEEP IT TOGETHER.
looten_scooten: ellie.exe has stopped working
elliethrows4me: she’s in love ur honor
she revived you with shaking hands and zero cover, getting absolutely lit up right after by a sniper.
“WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SAY THAT IF YOU WERE JUST GONNA DIE?”
“i panicked!!”
you cackled as the enemy finished her off, her reboot card popping up with all her loot (a grey pistol and a fishing pole).
and then—something strange happened.
as you ran to hide behind a tree, fully expecting to die immediately, two other players—clearly stream snipers—ran up to you. instead of killing you, they dropped guns. medkits. ammo. one of them started building a small base around your body like a protective little guard dog.
“ummm,” you said slowly, “are these… fans? what’s happening here”
“what the hell?” ellie said from the death screen. “they literally murdered me and are now… escorting you?”
one of the players' characters emoted and blew a kiss to you.
you laughed so hard you snorted a little. “babe. i think i have a fan club.”
“this is fuckin’ rigged,” ellie muttered. “i die first and you get princess treatment?”
you turned your character in a circle, doing a default dance in return for their affection.
“okay,” she said, “they’re banned. all of them. from chat. for life.”
boostedbytenshi: THEY’RE PROTECTING HER 😭😭😭
ayayayaim: reveal yourselves in chat this is too funny
elliebutinallcaps: jealous!ellie i fear
sandydunez: actual carrying. ellie could never.
you made it to the top five before your guards were finally overwhelmed and killed. you screamed as you got sniped out of a bush.
“so close,” you groaned, slumping back in your chair.
ellie sounded smug. “see? told you you needed me.”
you raised a brow. “i outlived you by, like, eight minutes.”
ellie’s kitchen wasn’t exactly equipped for a baking stream. one of the cameras was actually just her laptop with a built-in cam propped up on a couple of books, the $19.99 two-pack of cheap amazon microphones left much to be desired, and someone—ellie—had forgotten to actually buy half the ingredients before you flew in.
nevertheless, the chat was buzzing at the concept of seeing you and ellie actually interacting together, in-person.
“okay,” ellie said, clapping flour-covered hands together despite the recipe not even calling for flour, “welcome to my kitchen. today we’re making… brownies.”
“from a box,” you added.
“from the heart,” she corrected, nudging your hip with hers.
NotElliesAlt: “brownies” is code for sesbian lex isn’t it
usuallylurkin: HELLO? THAT HIP BUMP
elliesyumyum: when are y’all just gonna make out
you glanced at the recipe on the back of the box and back at the counter.
“you didn’t preheat the oven.”
“i—” ellie looked down. “i forgot.”
“ellie.”
“i got distracted.”
“by what?”
she looked at you. you stared back.
chat was going a mile a minute despite being on slow-mode.
“riiiiight,” you said slowly, turning to grab a mixing bowl like your pulse wasn’t suddenly doing backflips. “anyways. dry ingredients.”
ellie poured in the bagged mix way too fast, a cloud of dust puffing out from the bowl making you both cough.
"careful, ellie."
she laughed, leaning in to read chat, her face taking up half of the camera.
"holy jumpscare, could you get any closer?"
ellieuseslightmode: back up WE'RE SCARED
topnoodle44: where are her sweats from theyre so cute :00
elliethrows4me: can we start a prediction on whether or not they'll burn the brownies
she just laughed, her eyes continuing to skim through the messages. "where are the sweats from?" she leaned back, moving to tug on the waistband of the pants you were wearing, "these are actually from my highschool, funny enough."
you pressed your lips together in a thin line, giving her a look. you hadn't exactly planned on letting chat know you were wearing her clothes and they were about to have a field day with the information.
there was a pause. then she cleared her throat, turned back to the camera, and grinned, "and my shorts are from nike!"
"alright. moving on. can we actually bake now?" you opened a cabinet, scanned it. “where are the chocolate chips?”
“should be in the pantry.”
you walked over and gave the pantry a brief glance-over. not there. “can’t find it.”
“lemme help,” ellie said.
she followed you off-camera, into the pantry.
which would’ve been fine.
except you were really close in there. the shelves were shallow, the door was half-closed, and neither of you had thought to flip the switch outside that turned the lightbulb on.
“what are we looking for again?” she asked, a rustle of plastic punctuating her words.
“chocolate chips. i literally said that ten seconds ago.”
you glanced up as she pushed further into the pantry beside you, her shoulder bumping yours. she didn’t move.
“you found them yet?” she asked, not really looking at the shelves anymore.
“no,” you said, quieter than you meant to.
she turned her head. now she was looking at you.
you swallowed. “getting distracted again?”
her lips quirked into a small smile. “yeah.”
you nodded. "me too."
and then she kissed you.
it was sudden—soft and unsurprisingly clumsy, her hand brushing your waist as her other arm bumped into the baking powder and nearly knocked it off the shelf. your back hit the wall with a dull thud as she licked into your mouth.
and your clipped-on microphones were definitely still recording everything.
NotElliesAlt: HELLO???
tima0911: WHAT AM I HEARING RN
tryqt: LIPS. ARE. SMACKING.
elliesdischarge: holy makeout
elliebutinallcaps: THE MICS ARE ON YOU IDIOTS
when you came back into frame, cheeks flushed and mouth definitely more swollen than it had been before, ellie trailed behind you with the chocolate chips in hand and the cockiest little smirk on her face.
you avoided eye contact with the camera.
“soooooo,” you said, voice slightly higher than usual, “we found them!”
“yep,” ellie said casually, “took some digging. but we got there.”
v4nitymirror: TOOK SOME DIGGING IS CRAZY
jmattsz: i can't believe i said i'd gift 20 subs when they finally hooked up and it actually happened on stream.
you coughed. “oven’s ready.”
you leaned over the sink, dabbing at the last of your eyeliner smudge with a cotton round. your reflection stared back—cheeks still hot, lips a little too swollen.
behind you, ellie was half-sprawled across the bed, scrolling idly on her phone.
“you always take this long to wash your face?” her voice was soft. teasing, but not unkind.
you met her eyes in the mirror. “yes. i've made multiple tiktoks about my routine. and i know you've watched all of them.”
she laughed and didn’t deny it. just rolled over onto her back, one arm slung behind her head. “will you do some skincare on me?"
you flicked the faucet off and reached for a towel. “what am i, your servant?"
“you’re sleeping in my bed,” she pointed out, lazily. "you ought to be nice to me."
you turned, towel pressed to your chin. “you invited me.”
“i did,” she agreed. the look she gave you was unmistakable—open, fond, a little reverent.
you padded over and tossed the towel onto your overnight bag. the air between you crackled. ellie’s gaze tracked you the entire way.
she scooted over. you climbed in beside her.
there was a pause. your shoulder brushed hers. then, her fingers found your wrist under the covers, a gentle tap like a question.
you turned to face her. “you gonna be annoying if i kiss you again?”
her smile was slow and stupid and something close to relieved. “probably.”
you kissed her anyway.
this one lasted longer. and the next, even longer. not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate. exploratory. like neither of you were in a hurry now that the door had been opened.
her hand found your thigh. your knee nudged between hers.
she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. voice low, barely more than a breath: “i really like you.”
you blinked. something in your chest cracked open.
“yeah?” you whispered.
she nodded, eyes searching yours. “yeah. like… not just for streams or clips or whatever. i mean it.”
you smiled, soft and crooked. “good,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. then to her jaw. “'cause i kinda really like you too," you muttered, continuing to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
she let herself sink back into the pillows as you shifted to straddle her, hands coming up to rest on your waist. "t-that's.... that's good. perfect. ideal, honestlaaah fuck—" the grip she had on your hipbones grew tighter as you sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone.
"you've got such a way with words, smellie."
"fuck off," she breathed out. "don't bring up stream shit when you're in bed with me."
"whatcha gonna do about it?"
she grunted, sliding one of her hands in between both of you to wiggle it underneath your sleep shorts. you gasped, feeling her fingers press up against the wet cotton of your underwear. "that. i'm gonna do that."
you reached down to grip her wrist and re-direct her hand so she was actually touching you beneath the fabric, "well, do a little more."
she groaned, her fingers sliding through the slick that met her there. "fuuuck, that's hot. guiding my hands 'n shit."
you huffed out a laugh that melded into a moan as her fingers fell into a quick pace, tight circles on your clit. "why are you— oh shit justlikethatyeah.." you gulped in a breath before continuing, "why are you fuckin' narrating our hookup right now?"
the angle was a little awkward and she could feel something in her wrist clicking with every swirl of her fingers but she would rather keel over and croak than stop right now.
the pain was irrelevant. especially when you were sitting up slightly to slide your t-shirt up and off and grab desperately at your own tits, manicured thumbs flicking nipples gone taut from the sudden temperature change.
and when you whined out a "fuuuck, ellie!" all tight and wiry and even better than she'd imagined on countless nights alone in that same bed with her hands shoved beneath her boxers, she couldn't help but nuzzle her head clumsily at your chest, nudging your hand away from your right breast with her forehead so she could replace your tugging fingers with her mouth.
your hips jerked forward and the now-free hand latched onto her shoulder for balance as you cried out, her lips pulling and teeth nicking just slightly before she soothed the peak with soft laps of her tongue.
"you like 'em played with, huh?" you could feel the vibration of her mumbling against the flesh of your boob.
"stop fucking talking, ellie. this is sex, not one of those slutty fanfictions people have been writing about us." you punctuated your words with fast firm rolls of your hips, now grinding your puffy clit into her palm as she fucked two long fingers steadily into you.
"yeah, well there's gonna be a whole lot more of those after that little stunt we pulled on stream earlier."
"i thought you said no stream talk in bed— ohhh, oh god. shit— fuck, 'm close."
"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" she was panting, damp puffs of air against your nipple interrupted occasionally by a haphazard suck or nibble. her wrist—aching by now—swiveled as her began to curl her fingers inside of you with purpose, the heel of her hand rubbing firmly against you.
"keep goin'— fuck keep talkin' to me. please don't stop."
"thought you wanted me to shut up? thought you said this wasn't some smutty one-shot, huh?"
the hand gripping her shoulder slid around to the base of her neck. you grabbed purchase on the short hairs there, tugging as she whimpered into you. "ellie if you don't talk me through it right now i sweartogod—"
"alright, alright! i gotcha, baby. cum for me. thaaaaat's it."
a loud moan punched out of you. “shit—fuck— 'm cumming.” your other palm left your own chest to clasp over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sounds and she quickly moved the hand that was urging your twitching hips to grab your wrist and pull it away.
"hey, none of that. talking is encouraged now, remember?
"shut up." you gritted out through a groan, your hips jerking as your teeth caught on your bottom lip.
"alright, nevermind. not encouraged. copy that."
you tugged on her hair again to mash your lips together, effectively silencing her and sagging bonelessly against her as you came down from your high.
when the both of you finally parted, you looked down to see her mouth slack, head tilted back, and eyes so hazy you'd think she was the one who just came.
she blinked blearily up at you. "you're even bossier in bed than you are regularly. it's so sexy."
"if i hadn't told you to shut up so many times already, i would say it again."
she laughed out loud at that and you couldn't help but giggle back.
"how about i shut you up instead, yeah? put that mouth to work?"
you learned very quickly that she tended to be kind of squirmy when she was on the receiving end. it was as if she was unable to sit still in the onslaught of pleasure. honestly, it modeled how she was normally, always kind of twitchy and buzzing with energy.
you knew on future nights, you were going to revel in the experience of holding her down, pinning bucking hips to the mattress or firming your grasp on shaking thighs to keep them spread apart.
tonight, instead, you basked in the push and pull, chasing her with your mouth when she wriggled away and groaning in pleasure when she tugged you closer by your hair.
and when you slipped into a particularly good rhythm, hollowing your cheeks with every perfect pull of her clit into your mouth and lashing your tongue at the swollen nub, her hands scrambled to find purchase on something. anything. your sex-mussed hair, unraveled from the neat up-do you had put it in to prepare for bed. your bare, sweat-damp shoulders. and, finally, the perpetually messy sheets below her.
her left leg kicked out and she dug her heel into the mattress for leverage to thrust her hips up and up and up into you, her lower half rising so high you had to pull her by her bony hipbones back down so you could maintain the suction.
"fuuuh– ah, shit. i think i'm gonna—" she was propped up on her elbows now, fluttering eyes focused on you with a desperate gleam to them.
you worked her over with your mouth earnestly, keeping steady eye contact as she lifted a trembling hand, moving as if she was going to pull your head closer, bury your face even deeper in her.
but then those same eyes rolled back into her skull as she flopped back down, the hand falling to grip the sheets once again.
"fuck'mgonnacumbaby" she garbled out and the sight of her chest arching up made her tits look so pretty under her thin white tank top, you wished you had a free hand to reach up and tweak a nipple.
she let out a high-pitched, whispery whine that petered out into silence.
for a couple seconds, all that could be heard was the slurps as you lapped at her, and the hum of the fans from her pc in the corner of her room.
and then—
muffled groans as the strength of her closing thighs finally broke the grip you had on them and pressed against your ears. she wasn't good at staying still, but, apparently, she was even worse when she came, her body folding in on itself as she jerkily fucked her hips up into the heat of your mouth.
you let her fuck your face, your blunt nails dragging red lines down the sides of her thighs. the slight sting of pain grounded her, helping her ride out the waves and stopping her from getting too overwhelmed in the throes of an orgasm.
pulling your head back slightly, you alternated between soft, sticky kisses to her inner thighs and kitten licks at her entrance, cleaning her up and soothing her at the same time as she caught her breath.
"fuck. c'mere."
trembling hands cupped your face as she weakly tugged you toward her. you let her, shifting to settle into her side and throw a leg over her own. she sighed, wrapping her arm around you, pulling you even closer.
"whaaat?" she whined, craning her neck to glare when she felt you giggle. "why’re you laughin' at me?"
"because i know you’re about to try and convince me to go to sleep without washing my face again. and you know i can’t do that."
she didn’t answer — just flopped her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes tight, fake snoring loudly.
"ellie," you warned.
"can't talk. too busy snoozin'."
"my face is a mess, ellie. my hair too.”
"yeah, well. maybe you should've thought about this before you made me cum so hard i couldn't breathe. i absolutely can not move now, let alone clean up!"
you sighed, pushing yourself up off the bed — or trying to. the arm she had wrapped around you tightened in protest.
“ellie, seriously.”
“you can’t move either! i want you to stay. please? pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god?”
you shot her a glare and she grinned, clearly sensing how flimsy your resolve was.
“just five more minutes. then we’ll get up. wash our faces, brush our teeth. hell, i’ll even floss for you tonight, baby. bought those little sticks you’re always ranting about in those hygiene haul videos and everything.”
you huffed. wiped the back of your hand across the bottom half of your face like it would do anything. huffed again.
“fine. but seriously. five minutes. then we’re going.”
you woke up the next morning with a sticky face, ellie drooling on your collarbone, and your phone nearly buzzing off the nightstand from the amount of notifications you'd received post-stream.
twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: eating victory crowns for breakfast 🥱
she was streaming fortnite the next morning, acting like nothing had happened. hoodie up, drawstrings pulled tighter than usual to ensure the hickeys you’d sucked into her skin the night before were thoroughly hidden.
she was focused—well, pretending to be—talking about the latest installment of some comic she was obsessed with while looting in-game and ignoring the onslaught of questions in chat.
elliebutinallcaps: WHERE IS SHE??
NotElliesAlt: so you’re avoiding the MASSIVE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM?
elliesdischarge: she’s kneeling under the desk, be honest message deleted by moderator
macetotheface: she’s prob busy making breakfast in ur hoodie
altaccnumber29: blink twice if ur post-nut right now message deleted by moderator
“okay, so—” she was mid-rant when she paused, squinting at the chat. “jesus. y’all are crazy today. can we just play the game?”
messages were flying so fast her eyes couldn’t keep up:
ellieuseslightmode: BRING HER BACKKKKKK
ellieclips: we literally heard the makeout. you cannot gaslight us.
v4nitymirror: wait did she leave?? is she even still there 😭
maybemaddie: GUYS WHAT IF THEY FOUGHT AFTER. what if it was a drunk kiss and now it’s awkward.
she was sorting through her load-out after an intense fight she nearly lost against a surfer jonesy when it happened:
pastaluvrrr: hiiiii girlfriend 😽
she froze.
the click of her mouse stopped mid-action. the corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to react, but the flush across her face betrayed her instantly.
“oh my god,” she mumbled, shrinking into her hoodie. “why are you like this.”
chat, consequently, blew the fuck up.
elliesyumyum: GIRLFRIEND????? GIRLFRIEND.
tima0911: please say this vod will be on youtube. PLEASE.
elliethrows4me: NOOOOO SHE TOOK MY BITCH
tryqt: not the hard launch via twitch chat LMAOOOO
ayayayaim: SOMEONE CLIP THIS
ellieclips: OH MY FUCKING GOD???
ellie tilted back in her chair, red spreading all the way down her neck. “i dunno why she’s lurking in chat when she’s literally downstairs,” she muttered, trying (and failing) to sound unbothered.
on cue, soft footsteps padded into the room. then came your voice, faint off-screen:
“i was making a matcha.”
the camera unfocused and refocused as you leaned into frame and planted a wet kiss on her mouth.
no warning. just one hand on her shoulder, the other still holding your drink. it was passionate, unashamed, and unnecessarily long.
“does that answer everyone’s questions?” you asked, eyebrow raised.
ellie blinked at you, dazed. then turned to chat—
only to see her character had died while she was busy making out with you.
“awesome,” she mumbled, cheeks ruddy. “you got me killed. hope you’re proud of yourself.”
jmattsz: holy tomato face
mikuirl: THEYRE SO GROSS I LOVE THEM
looten_scooten: i just took so many screenshots im out of storage
iclutchforpastalover: MAMA Y PAPA
you breezed out of frame again like nothing had even happened. ellie cleared her throat. “okay. uhhhh, alright... so!”
chousey203: any day now….
elliebutinallcaps: SPIT IT OUT GIRL
ecam96: 100% just creamed her pants message deleted by a moderator
slaystation_: DUDE UR SO RED
“mods please,” she begged, hiding her face in her hands. “put chat in emote only. i’m not doing this.”
Thinking about Rockstar! Reader spotting metalhead! Ellabs during a show…..
@chaiteart - who blessed our eyes with the art in the middle
Contains: small blurb that was stuck in my head
You were halfway through the final stretch of your set. Smoke machines hissed around your boots, the bassline growling beneath your voice as sweat ran like mascara down your jawline. The stage lights were brutal — red, strobe, chaos. Dressed like the devils prom date.
Just how you liked it.
Every city had its freaks, but this crowd? They were demons. Screaming, moshing, sobbing. Your name — SAINT — was glitter-painted on cleavage, scrawled across knuckles, carved into skin in places you weren’t legally allowed to sign. But your eyes caught on something dead center pit. A sign. A stupid little homemade sign, marker-heavy, outlined in flames and pink glitter.
“I’VE HAD SEX TO YOUR SONGS!”
You paused mid-step, the track bleeding out into reverb. The crowd went quiet, Your six-inch vinyl platforms clacked as you stalked toward the front of the stage, brow furrowed in playful scrutiny. You pointed straight at it.
“What’s that say?”
A spotlight followed, dramatic as hell, highlighting the girl holding it, freckled, Tank top torn at the hem, nose ring glinting, and that look of trouble in her grin. She raised the sign higher.
“I’ve had sex…to your songs?” you repeated into the mic, mock squinting. “Oh hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”
The crowd roared. But you weren’t done. You leaned in, hand shielding your eyes as you stared her down.
“With who, though?”
That’s when the girl—Ellie, you’d later find out—smirked and subtly tilted her head to the side. Her fingers lifted just barely to point toward the tall, jacked woman standing next to her: muscular arms folded, face stoic, makeup smudged beneath black metal corpse paint. Her eyes were locked on the stage like a deer caught in headlights.
You grinned. Prowled like a cat. “With her?”
Ellie nodded proudly. Abby looked like she might die.
“Oh I’d pay to watch that.” You licked your bottom lip. “You two are hot.”
Ellie burst out laughing. Abby cracked a stunned, embarrassed smile, eyes dropping. She tried to play it cool—tried. But her blush gave her away.
“Catch me backstage,” you winked. “I give out t-shirts to sinners.”
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