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addisonnie · 1 year

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you, me, & mary-jane

summary: dealer!ellie comes in clutch in more ways than one.

warnings: make-out sesh, cursing, terrible breaking bad references

a/n: surprise! another ellie fic because i refuse to do the schoolwork that i desperately need to finish! wooooooooo dealer ellie is yum. i actually kinda hate this! enjoy! oh god also listen to “meddle about” by chase atlantic while you read if you would like. ellie=chase atlantic okay bye

part 2 —> part 3

There are several things in life that you can live without. Weed is not one of them.

You’re huffing and borderline growling as you dig through various stash locations in your room. Closet, empty. Under the mattress, nothing but crumbs. In every single pants pocket? Zero. Zilch. Not one lush green nug was found.

What could be chalked up to a literal war cry left your lips as you sat on the floor with your head in your hands, “this is it. This is the end.”

Dina’s head poked up from the side of her bed, “what are you whining about down there?”

Leaning your head back onto the wall, you sent Dina a harsh glare, “you and Jesse smoked the last of it! And I’m flat broke, too!”

She sat up fully in her bed, eyes wide and crazy, “bitch! Don’t pin this on us! You said it was fine.”

“That was last night! This is today! Today I just want to smoke my silly little bowl and enjoy my silly little high.” You groan and knock your head against the wall a few times.

Fishing your phone from your back pocket, you open iMessage. Hopefully your plug isn’t busy right now. Last time you bought from him was in the parking lot of his youngest child’s soccer game. Maybe buying from a 40-something father of three isn’t always the best idea—at least he won’t rip you off?

Hey. You busy?

Tom usually responds right away. His clients doubled as his friends (you being his ex-babysitter) and he always loved to provide for them.

Who is this?

Well, that’s strange. Tom definitely has your number saved. And, Tom definitely knows who you are.

Don’t play, Tom. I want to buy!!!!

You watch the text bubbles pop up and disappear in the bottom corner of the screen a few times, showing that he’s typing out a response and deleting it over and over.

This is his wife. Don’t text this number again. He is married. And he does not sell what you want to “buy.”

You could really cry at this moment. Like, honestly and truly sob. A long huff leaves your lips and you knuckle at your eyes aggressively. Fucking bullshit. Tom’s wife was always kind of a bitch, to be fair. But you didn’t think she’d ever pull a Skylar White on you. What does a girl have to do to get some weed around here?

“Do you know any other dealers? I just got told off by Tom’s wife.” Dina laughed from her bed.

“My name is Skylar White, yo. My husband is Walter White, yo.” You couldn’t help but laugh, “that’s exactly what I was thinking!”

She sits up in her bed, hanging her tanned legs off the side, “here. I have mutual friends with this girl, think her name is Ellie? I heard she sells. Good prices too.”

Dina tosses her phone into your lap from where she sits and allows you to send the contact to yourself.

Hey. Is this Ellie?

———

Ellie takes a couple hours before responding.

It depends on who’s asking?

Your professor drones on about some random Shakespeare play and you can’t bring yourself to pay attention while you read over Ellie’s text.

Dina gave me your number, I heard you sell?

Man. I really hope you’re not a cop.

You chuckle at her text.

Not a cop. Twenty year old girl over here. I love One Direction.

That sounds like something an undercover cop would say.

Ellie made a good point. You scroll through your camera roll trying to find a recent selfie before landing on one you took a couple days ago. You’re clearly high in the picture, so maybe Ellie will take the hint.

Here. Proof. Not a cop :)

Pretty.

She sent her address in a separate text and informs you to meet her there around 7pm when she’s done with her night class. Your professor excuses the class and leaves the remainder of students to pack their things. 5pm. Usually you smoke before going to pick up. Clearly, that’s not an option today. What does one do while they wait if they have no weed?

———

Nothing. One does absolutely nothing if they have no weed.

You knock on Ellie’s front door and wait a few beats before stepping back from the doorway. The lock clicks before the dingy wooden door opens inward,

“Hey!”

Oh, damn. She is fine.

Her auburn hair is short and rests about an inch above her shoulders. It’s pulled slightly up into a bun and several short strands curl lightly along the nape of her neck.

“Hey! Ellie, right?”

She smiles, “that’s me.” The door is pulled open wider and she beckons you to come inside. A botanical tattoo swirls along her forearm and you find yourself staring at her awkwardly before you step into the house.

She tugs off her flannel and slings it over the back of a woven couch, leaving her in a fitted white tank top.

You suck in a breath, “how are you?”

How are you? Really? Who says that to a drug dealer?

She chuckles and slouches into the couch, patting the open spot beside her, “pretty good. How about you?”

“Honestly? I’m suffering.”

She laughs fully this time, “that bad, huh? Your dealer die or something?”

“God, I wish. His wife responded to my text and told me to fuck off, basically. That he doesn’t sell what I buy.” Ellie cringes and shakes her head, her lips pressed into a tight frown,

“she Skylar-Whited you? That’s pretty fucking rough.”

“That’s exactly what I said! Call me Jesse Pinkman, I guess.” Ellie shook her head again and leaned forward to grab a small mahogany box.

Her long fingers opened the lid and scrounged through the container before she happily hummed and held up what she was looking for. A joint was pressed between her fingers and she quickly snatched a lighter off the coffee table.

After she placed the box back on the table, she leaned back into the couch and stretched her arm along the back of it, her fingers barely grazing your shoulder. Ellie turned to face you and held the joint to your lips, “open up.”

Your face flushes as you do what she asked—demanded. Her fingers place the joint onto your awaiting lips and she quickly lights the paper, still holding the joint to your mouth.

What is this girl on? You can’t help but feel as if this is strangely intimate. Tom never held a joint to your lips! On second thought, it’s probably good that he didn’t.

You inhale and she pulls the joint to meet her own mouth as she watches you exhale.

“We can smoke this and then I’ll grind up some for you.” She passes you the joint this time.

“Oh—you don’t have to. I can take the nugs. I don’t want to trouble you.” You pass it back.

She smirks, the joint hanging from the side of her mouth, “no trouble at all. Happy to do it.”

“Is that what you tell all of your clients?”

Another smirk, “only the pretty ones.”

The joint is placed back into your fingertips and you are very glad, this way you can explain the extreme blush creeping up onto your cheeks as just you being overly high. Ellie has somehow moved closer to you, her thigh is pressed up against yours and the arm she has outstretched across the back of the couch skims the back of your shoulders. A chill rakes through your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Here, take it.” The hand she has resting behind your head snatches her discarded flannel and drops it into your lap.

“Oh—thanks.” She hums in response.

———

Ellis is funny as hell. Each sentence that escapes her plump lips makes less sense than the last,

“would you rather be trapped in a locked room with a gorilla, or with…with a shit ton of cockroaches?”

She’s sitting opposite you on the couch, her back leaning against one armrest. One of her legs is bent and squished against the back of the couch, her other is sprawled off the edge of the couch. Bit of a man-spreader, this one. Your back is pressed to the opposite arm rest and your legs are stretched outward, resting softly in her lap.

Again, weirdly intimate.

“Oh. Fuck, probably the roaches? Just step on ‘em. Yanno?”

She gasps and latches onto your sock-clad feet, “sickening! Me and that gorilla are gonna be friends.”

You squint at her, “you gonna sell him some Mary-Jane?”

“Yup,” she pops the ‘p’ and passes you the remainder of the joint. Your fingers skim over hers and she blushes a bit, nudging your finger with hers.

“Hey—so how much do I owe you?” You immediately regret ruining the moment the second the words pass your lips.

“Well, flattery works with me—“ you cut her off, “oh yeah? I would’ve kissed you earlier, had I known that.”

She flushes, “you can—um. You can still kiss me. If you want.”

And, just like that, your eyes turn into hearts and start beating rapidly. You surge forward and press your lips to hers, smiling into the kiss when she flicks the joint out of her fingertips and grabs your cheeks, pulling you closer.

Her mouth melds to yours and immediately has you panting like a bitch in heat. She moves one of her hands to pinch at your hip, grasping and probing at you until you wind up straddling her lap. You press your chest into hers and squeak when you feel her hand push your hip down, effectively grinding you down onto her. A strangled whine leaves your lips as she pulls away and begins kissing down the column of your throat.

Her mouth is wet and firm while she sucks and nips on any naked skin she can find, moaning when she feels your fingers card through her hair. Your hips continually rut into hers and she quickly sets a different pace, gripping your hips and dragging you forward and back on her lap. Ellie moans when you grab her hair and pull. Her face is removed from your neck at the force of your tug and she pants to catch her breath before opening her eyes to meet yours.

“How’s free sound?” She gives you a crooked smirk and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your throat.

“Sounds like I’m ripping you off, Ellie.”

She groans and throws her head back onto the couch, “I love the way you say my name. And it’s not ripping me off, babe.”

And you’re blushing again. Babe. She called you babe.

She continues, “think of it as a little sampler. Free shared joint, some ground up weed, and some Ellie.”

You grab her cheeks and squish them together, “only if you swear this sampler is offered to me only. Can’t have anyone stealing my deals.”

She brushes your hands off and smirks again, “like I said earlier, pretty girls only.”

“You said ‘girls’ plural.” She laughs.

“I’ve got three clients. A grown man named Joel, one of the sociology professors—don’t tell anyone I said that. Then you. And I’m a lesbian, so…” She trails off at the end of her sentence and looks down at your lips again, hands splayed across your thighs.

You kiss her again. It’s short and chaste and it leaves Ellie chasing your lips for just one more. Two more. Three. How’s five sound?

She presses kisses to your puckered lips over and over, “all,” kiss, “the weed,” kiss, “you can,” kiss, “dream of.”

Ellie finally pulls away to fully look at you, “I mean it. You can have all the weed you want if you keep kissing me like that.”

————

When you finally clamber off of her lap and detach her hands from your hips it’s almost one in the morning. She sighs while she watches you stuff your ‘goody bag’ into your purse, slipping your shoes back on. Her fingers beckon you back to the couch and she taps your right leg until you bend it and rest your foot on top of her thigh. You were planning on walking home with your shoes untied, but Ellie’s nimble fingers quickly double knot each of your shoes; She presses a kiss to each of your knees before letting them straighten back out.

Her hands find your hips again—shocker— while she walks you to the front door. A kiss is pressed to your lips one last time and she gives you a firm squeeze when you lean in to hug her.

“Come back soon. Fuck that guy, I’m your new dealer for life.” You smile and step outside, “okay.”

She definitely tied your shoes too tight and you make a mental note to fix it when you’re out of her eyesight. As you’re walking down the sidewalk that leads you to campus she calls your name,

“Get home safe, yeah? Text me when you’re back!”

You will definitely text her.

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theatrekidstatus · 5 months

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Chapter 19

Anthony ramos pov:"We should throw a baby shower/gender reval party" she suggest "your right ill decorate" "thank you so much"

"i just woke up from a-WHAT THE HELL" she exclaimed "you dont like it" i asked "no......I LOVE IT" she exclaim. "THANK GOODNESS" i was struggling "let me get me dressed then we can invite people" "ok"

I wore this and anthony wore this

"YOU LOOK SO CUTE BEA" she blurted "ditto" Anthony said "do i l-ook b-ig a-lready" i stutter "your not stupid but that was a pretty dumb questions" she whisper "sorry" i stammer "NO IM SORRY" he squeals "i love you so much" i utter "then how do i love you more?" he questions "lets start inviting people"

Dark bitches in white girl

Will you go to our baby shower?

Morgan Saylor:yes

Brian Marcyes

Justin Bartha:yes

Bobbi Salvör Menuez;yes

Chris Noth:yes

Ralph Rodriguez:yes

Men and monters

Dennis:yess

Kelvin Harrison Jr:yes

Jasmine Cephas Jones:yes

Chanté Adams:yes

Rob Morgan:hell yA

Lindsey Morgan:mj,

Pico Alexander:sure

Caitlin Stasey:yes sir

Rita Volk:ill be there

Amadeus Serafini: ill be there early

Jon Rudnitsky:ill tryqns make it

Zilladegod

Edward Burns:i got you

Zoe Levin:just for y/n

Cara Buono:for yiu bestie boo

Nicole Beharie:OFC

Millie Bobby Brown:if my mom says yes😭😭

Vera Farmiga:mother says you can go😜

Kyle Chandler:so dose dad

Sally Hawkins:im literally hawkins but ye

Ken Watanabe:why not

Zhang Ziyi:kwollio

Charles Dance:coolio my doolio

Bradley Whitford:yes

Thomas Middleditch:sure

Elizabeth Ludlow:if im not tied or nothing

David Strathairn:no.

Aisha Hinds:YES

Randy Havens:I GOT A JOB BUT SURE

Jimmy Gonzales:SURE BESTIE WESTIE

Joe Morton:ONLY FOR MY BESTIE WESTIE Y/N

Laurie DhuHER:DUR

Jonathan Howard:erm sure

Tyler Crumley:cook

Orelon Sidney:sure

CCH Pounder:is there food

Kelli Garner:yeah OFC

Rose Bianco:why even ask

Lyle Brocato:sure cutie

Kevin Shinick:WHO TOL YO ASS TO GO GET A GIRL PREGGY

Josh Winot:his dick odvisouly

Justice Leak:duh stupid bitch

T.C. Matherne:fuck hoe DUR

Al Vicente:YALL ARE SO MEAN😭😭😭 Yeah ant

Natalie Pero:sure ramos

Fiona Hardingham:duh martinez

Paul S. Ryden:mhm ant

Zac Zedalis:cool Anthony

Kenneth Israel:ofc pual

Skylar Denney:WHO

Vince Foster:his middle name

Jesse O'Neill: sí señor

Madeline Brumby: KOOL

Patti Schellhaas KWOLOIO

Joey Beni:CWOOL

Fred Galle:IS Y/N STILL CURE

Joey Thurmond:mhm

Mason Pikea:sure

Aaron Taylor-Johnson:idk

Bryan Cranston:what ev

T.J. Story:DOY

Jason Liles:DOI

John Bubniak:ig

AlExAnDeR hAmIlToN

Guess what

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:chicken butt?

WERE HAVINNG A BABY SHOWER/GENDER REVALTODAY WHO CAN COME

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:imma be der first

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:you littarly live down the street from the, but yes from me

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:mhm

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:yes sir

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:what do you take for

Christopforgetme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:im littarly her dad💀💀💀duh

Oakyyyyy the uncool tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾: im littarly her bro 💀💀

Unhonset feet

Liam Neeson:i thought i star strucked you

Kate Walsh:lemme wash some clothes AND ILL COME

Jai Courtney:I MIGHT BE LATE BUT ILL COME

Jeffrey Donovan:ill be early

Robert Patrick:mhm

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: i alr said yes

Michael Malvesti:if you name the baby after me

Tazzie:maybe

Devon Diep:if i rember

Herlin Navarro:can i prefromer

Lewis D. Wheeler:might not be social but sure

Jose Guns Alves:i will be social and go

Osmani Rodriguez:duh

Adam Teper:i will be social but wont go

Mark Rhynard:will the Hamilton cast be there

Jeffrey Wright:doy

Guy Cooper:dur

James Milord:doi

Kayla Caulfield:yes

Adrian M. Mompoint:ye

Arthur Hiou:cool

In the fights😜😜😜😜

Melissa Barrera:if you kid dont be shaking they ass for half of the hights

Lin-Manuel Miranda:IM LITTARLY HER ADOPTIVE DAD FRL FRL

Stephanie Beatriz:ODVI

Ariana Greenblatt:if shes the barrios best

Christopher Jackson:im littarly her third dad

Marc Anthony:sure name twin

Rita Moreno:mabey

Daphne Rubin-Vega:just because i havent seen her in FOREVER

Corey Hawkins:IF THERES FOOD

Leslie Grace:yes

Dascha Polanco:what

Jimmy Smits:can i be the god father

Olga Meredir:GOD MOTHER

Isabella Iannelli:dun

Gregory Diaz IV:mhm

Hailey Jade Panchame:♣︎no♣︎

Luis A. Miranda Jr.:yeah

Susan Pourfar:purr

Hannah Hathaway:bored

Seth Stewart:uh huh

Javier Muñoz:★yes★

Doreen Montalvo:i need to eat

Kadrolsha Ona Carole:today right

The Kid Mero:yes

Nicholas Stewart:yes

Maria Hinojosa:yes

Protest Leader:yes

Serge Onik:yes

Jessica Castro:yes

Daymien Valentino:yes

Leo Moctezuma:yes

Martha Nichols:yes

Julia Harnett:yes

Tom Berklund:yes

Rhapsody James:yes

Ryan Woodle:yes

Noah Catala:yes

Graffiti Pete:yes

Andre Da Silva:yes

Mateo Gómez:yes

Francisco Solorzano:yes

Jos Laniado:yes

Nina Lafarga:yes

Annie Pisapia:yes

Ken Holmes:yes

Nelson Coates:yes

Valéry Lessard:yes

Yesy Garcia:yes

Duh.

Sam Rockwell:duh

Richard Ayoade:duh

Zazie Beetz:duh

Awkwafina:no

Lilly Singh:mhm

Marc Maron:duh

Alex Borstein:duh

Nyvi Estephan:duh

Onoe Matsuya:duh

Craig Robinson:duh

Yūko Kaida:duh

Jean-Pascal Zadi:duh

Ken Yasuda:duh

Kappei Yamaguchi:duh

Kimiko Saitō:duh

Doully:duh

Saverio Raimondo:duh

Fumito Kawai:duh

First Summer Uika:duh

Shohei Osada:duh

Kurt Krömer:duh

Pierre Niney:duh

Loup:duh

Elise Schaap:duh

Igor Gotesman:duh

Serpent:duh

Maasa Takahashi:duh

Sebastian Bezzel:duh

Jannis Niewöhner:duh

Max Giermann:duh

Rômulo Estrela:duh

Fynn Kliemann:duh

Mr. Shark:duh

Alice Belaidi:duh

Andrey Burkovskiy:duh

Sergio Guizé:duh

Walt Dohrn:duh

Babu Santana:duh

Frank Lammers:duh

Mikhail Bashkatov:duh

Joyce Ilg:duh

Luis Lobianco:duh

Valerio Lundini:duh

Barbara Goodson:duh

Gijs Naber:duh

Nasrdin Dchar:duh

Ulrikke Brandstorp:duh

Jody Bernal:duh

Margherita Vicari:xuh

Miss Tarantula:duh

Jeppe Beck Laursen:duh

Denise Aznam:duh

Rayen Panday:duh

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