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2025-09-20
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Ellie Williams | Oneshots!

Summary:

I have a multitude of ideas, but a lack of commitment to more than two lengthy fics at a time. So here are One-shots that are updated sporadically!

Also, reqs are open! Throw em at me! (Please)

Chapter 1: Streamer!Ellie

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Ellie was shouting, practically yelling at her monitor when you got home from a food run. 

Her voice echoed from her game room. “Jesse! Fuck, dude, you’ve gotta back me up here—“

You gripped the foil-wrapped burrito and crossed the kitchen, pushing her door open slightly. The purple LEDs that stuck to her ceiling illuminated the room, and her monitor was one of the only real lights hitting her face. Her headset was over her ears, save for her left one, which was propped off to the back of her head in case you got home and needed her. 

Her back faced the door, thumbs fumbling with the controls, stream ongoing. Her chat was ballistic; thousands of people tuned in to watch her kick ass on an apocalyptic shooter game. 

“Catch,” You knocked on her door, assuming she’d turn around. The burrito was hurled through the air, and it collided with her temple with a wet smack. It miraculously fell into her lap, saved.

“Ah! What the fuck?!” Her attention turned to you, ripping her headset off. There wasn’t heat to her gaze, but a little worry. Her eyes flicked to the screen, double-checking that you were out of frame.

Your roommate for 2 years—and girlfriend—had managed to hide that she had a large streaming platform. She was known for her snarky remarks and dry humor online, racking up millions of followers. 

You found it a little funny at first when you started dating. After you moved in together, you noticed more of her spending habits. She would drop a shit ton of money on a new PC or monitor without another thought. She was always paying for dinner, covering your rent without you knowing until you went to your landlord and he told you it was already done. 

Then came your Instagram recommended following. 

There sat Ellie, with 4.5 million followers across her platforms. Gaming phenomenon and absolute heartthrob with the ladies. Collabs across the board—from big brands to other streamers. Quite frankly, you were shocked. 

“What’s this?” You asked her one night, she was half asleep in bed, nuzzled into your chest as you scrolled through socials.

Her eyes opened a wink, and she sobered, once languid breaths now frozen. 

Since she debriefed you and apologized for keeping it from you—she said it was for safety, but deep down you think she might have been a little embarrassed—you both agreed that it would be best for you to stay anonymous. You were still in school, working, and her fans (and haters, but she always said they were more fans than the real ones) tended to be a little overbearing.

Her chat went crazy. Laughing about how Ellie just got a burrito decked at her. You were out of frame, luckily. Ellie took a breath. 

 

WHOS THE GIRL I HEAR A GIRL

 

A WOMAN?!

 

Ellie what’s ur burrito order

 

LMFAO she got DECKED.

 

WAIT IS THAT UR ROOMMATE??

 

Ellie peeled back the foil with a crinkle, “Could’ve gone a little softer,” She took a bite, letting a chuckle slip.

“Thought you had good reflexes.” You laughed back, shrugging. 

She scoffed, but because she faced away from the camera, she mouthed a quick Love you before turning back around.

“Thanks.” She spoke through a full mouth. You shut the door behind you, and could hear a donation come through. A bot read out the message.

 

BxFirefly_6

Is that a prospective girlfriend?

 

“Thanks for the fifty.” That was all she said in response. “Let’s get back to it, unless you guys want me to try another game—maybe horror?”

An hour later, you couldn’t help but laugh at Ellie’s screams of terror through the walls. The neighbors beside you were probably a hair away from calling the cops.

You scrolled your phone, and edits of her being decked by a burrito already surfaced in your feed. You sent a particularly funny one to her, and could hear her pause mid-scream at the notification. A laugh tore through her in the room over. 

 

“Fuck! I died!” 

 

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Chapter 2: Jackson!Ellie headcannons

Notes:

I think about her jackson era too much.

Save me Jackson!Ellie...save me...

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Jackson!Ellie who sneaks into your room in the middle of the night to surprise you in the morning when you wake up, only for her to stub her damn toe on the foot of the bed in the pitch black and curse to herself under what she thought to be her breath, waking you up. She would admit defeat and climb into the sheets with you, murmuring a small “surprise,” before kissing your temple and snuggling up with you in the dark.

Jackson!Ellie who freaked the fuck out when you first had sex. She, a secretly clumsy virgin, really just followed your lead. You didn’t know what you were doing either; both of you were akin to fawns on new legs, tumbling over each other and trying your best to blend in—despite neither of you knowing what the hell was going on. But once you both got the hang of it…?

Jackson!Ellie who once found her rhythm, became a cocky horndog. She figured out where to put her hands when she ate you out or how to press her knee against your clit when you sucked her bottom lip. Once she started, you could not rip her off. And you figured out very quickly how little it took to get this girl turned on. 

Jackson!Ellie who wasn’t too touchy in public, always worried about not what other people would say about her, but about you. She would grab your hand, though, and guide you through small crowds with her palm splayed onto your lower back for support; her arm also found the counter or rail behind you often, draping it along the posterior of your shoulder blades. However, once she got you into a private area, like the back of the stables or the bathroom of the Tipsy Bison, she would run her hands along your hips, hug you from the back, nudge her nose into the crook of your neck like you were her favorite smell (you were), and tell you how much she missed you (she had been working with you all day).

Jackson!Ellie who hated going out on patrols with you. In fact, told Maria to keep you off the list overall…she was rejected, of course. She didn’t hate being with you, not at all. She hated the danger that came with it outside of Jackson’s walls. She hated how her heart sped up at the crack of a twig or a rabbit running out from the bushes. She hated it when your horse got a quick spook, jumping to the side and throwing you off balance for a moment. But most of all…Ellie hated it when you took out a clicker without her, when you wandered off at the posts, and made her anxiety tick up each foot you strayed. When you returned, she would inspect you with worry, checking you for bite marks or any sign of harm.

Jackson!Ellie had a heart attack when she first met you. This girl was all nerd and no muscle at fifteen, you as well, but Ellie didn’t see that. Dina and Jesse knew from the start that her blush was evident; her corny jokes didn’t land like they usually did when you weren't around. To them, it was crystal clear that Ellie was whipped.

Jackson!Ellie who asked to meet up together alone for the first time. Not really an ask, more like a blubber of a suggestion, she tried her hardest to feign nonchalance. Trailing behind Tommy with you on a patrol one morning, scratching the back of her neck as she suggested hanging out, “I mean, if you’re free…” This was Jackson…free time was quite common. That was the cover-up, Williams?

Jackson!Ellie who shot a dirty look at whoever she caught staring at you, some of the boys in your age range would not get the hint, and she was willing to swing. You, of course, were oblivious. A guy, Kyle, came up to you one day at the stables. Ellie had been untacking shimmer from a patrol, and you had just finished a groundwork session with a new filly. It boiled Ellie’s blood at how oblivious you were. Ellie grew up in QZs. She learned social cues, sarcasm, and the basics of general teenage social cues, all to keep her face intact. You? You grew up in Jackson, your parents found the settlement, joined it, and you were pretty much shielded since you were little. She, of course, wasn’t angry with you; she was angry at the guys who took advantage of that. 

“Hey, Y/n.” Kyle beamed, leaning on the fence and staring at you as you turned out the new filly to her dam. His eyes traced you like you were a piece of meat, and once Ellie finished putting her tack away, she stood at the corner of the run-in shed and made sure you were okay. You seemed fine, laughing along, leaning against the fence with ease. Your face had a soft smile to it, like the conversation was going well. 

“Maybe you can show me those riding skills sometime.” Kyle hummed, leaning forward with a wolfish grin on his face. And that was enough. Ellie marched forward, yards away, yet her fists were already making indents into her palm, and her brow was already knitted together.

“Oh, sure! Shimmer has a free day tomorrow if you wanna come see her in action—” You agreed, smiling kindly, leaning a little ways away…why was he in your space all of a sudden? 

“I wasn’t talkin’ about the horse, baby.” He chuckled, and your smile dropped. Your mouth opened to speak—

“Back the fuck off.” Ellie spat, walking through the gate and shoving him away with a thud. Kyle simply laughed in her face. 

“Sorry that she’s so easy—” He didn’t get another word in once Ellie’s fist cracked with his face. The boy ended up with a broken, bleeding nose in the infirmary, and Ellie got more barn chores for the month. 

“Worth it,” she would groan when lying down with you after working all day.

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