ELLIE KNEE THING IM GOING INSANE I HAVE TO HAVE HER

ELLIE KNEE THING IM GOING INSANE I HAVE TO HAVE HER

IM BARKING GOIN FERAL MAYBE EVEN A LITTLE INSANE ?????

omg could you do a part 2 of spoiled bratty reader x dealer ellie maybe??

yes!! i'm working on it rn <33 im so glad you guys like it enough for a part 2 haha

love at first sight wasn't something you wanted to believe in. it seemed shallow, and selfish, and didn't give people the credit they deserved. but the girl standing in front of you right now was giving you a reason to believe love at first sight was real.

"what can i get started for you today?" your voice was wobbly, hands shaking from the way she was looking intently at your face. her grey hoodie was loose in all the right areas. she had the sleeves pushed up to reveal her forearm tattoo.

fuck.

her voice was smooth as she spoke, "can i just get an iced dragonfruit tea?"

"yeah, totally!" what an awful choice she made, she's lucky she's cute, "and what's a good name for the order?"

"uh," she scratches the back of her hand, "ellie."

ellie.

"alright," you finish the transaction, "your order will be ready soon, ellie."

god, you hope she came in more often.

MONSTER MASH IS SOOOO GOOOOOOD PLEASE MAKE A PART 2 🙏🙏🙏

AHH REALLY??? ILL MAKE A PART TWO IF PEOPLE WANT IT <33

monster mash

summary: meeting the prettiest girl you have ever seen in a shitty party city costume wasn't what you had in store for your night.

genre: fluff!

wc: 500

a/n: just a silly little thing i thought of haha i kinda want to see ellie in a dracula costume.... also!! i have really been struggling with smut requests recently like i've tried and they are falling really short so if you have requested smut it probably won't happen </33 i'm so so sorry i just don't want to disappoint! i hope you understand <3

the material rubbing against your arms was enough to make you wish you never came out to this party. you were having fun, and halloween parties were always your favorite, but the last-minute nature of your costume made you feel like a poor sport. it wasn't even a funny last-minute costume. it was a cheap pleather costume making you look like a mouse. the poorly drawn whiskers from your already drunk friend were just the icing on the cake.

real sexy.

you set your drink on the counter behind you while crossing your arms over your chest. looking out at all the drunk people dancing while 'monster mash' blared through the speakers for the 90th time was your favorite activity. you spotted your friend dina grinding against jesse. a grimace graced your face, knowing that in the morning you would have to hear all about that. jesse looks at you with an enthusiastic smile, mouthing, 'she's not mad at me anymore!' before he goes back to focusing on dina.

"i need to get drunker to be able to watch that," you mutter to yourself, twisting to grab your drink. your fingers just barely grasp the red cup before a random hand shoots out to your forearm effectively stopping you from picking up said drink.

it was a girl in a vampire costume, fake blood dribbling down her chin while two fake bite marks settled on her neck. you couldn't tell if being that pale was makeup or if that was just her normal face, "i wouldn't drink that." her eyes were wide and urgent looking while she spoke.

your eyebrows furrow at her frantic nature, "what? why not?"

she grabs the drink and throws the remaining liquid down the drain, "dick head over there put a packet of something in it." she nods her head toward a guy who looked the type. he was hunched in the corner of the room, staring you down.

you groan while rolling your eyes, "can't even have fun at a halloween party these days."

the vampire — you decided to call her — leaned against the counter next to you while she hands you a new drink. her eyes were piercing the nasty man who skittered away like a stupid rat.

the music got louder with the new song forcing her to lean closer to you, "men, am i right?"

you laughed at that, nodding your head, "can't do anything! thanks for saving me from that awful fate!"

she shrugs, "i couldn't just let you drink it," one of her friends calls her name, cutting your time with her short. you wish you were able to hear what her friend called her. maybe dina knew her name, "besides... you're a pretty girl. i was gonna come up to you anyway." she saunters off, joining her friend group with a broad grin.

maybe the mouse costume was really sexy after all.

thinking of ellie as a retail worker...

she would actually hate the job and her life so much. before every shift, she has to sit in her car and pray that people don't try her. every day is one day closer to her snapping at a customer.

something about having to refold and refold and refold walls of jeans makes her want to bash her head into the wall. when she shows her manager and they say, "one more time. they still look messy." she thinks about walking out. (she doesn't) (curse having bills and responsibilities)

she especially hates having to be nice to the old ladies who are nothing short of hateful. ellie hates the way they look her up and down, acting as if she isn't a human. whenever she helps them out as soon as she is out of eyesight, she's rolling her eyes and mumbles to herself how she hates her life.

ellie wouldn't be the best at greeting either she would just give a simple "hey" and that's it. her managers would 100% get onto her DAILY about it saying how she needs to be more enthusiastic.

the worst part about it, no competition at all, is the fact she has to listen to the same 10 songs for her entire 7-hour shift. her head pounds at how loud the music is. she feels sick whenever she hears the opening to "new rules" by dua lipa. her head spins when her manager decides to turn it up more because it apparently "wasn't loud enough."

(this was entirely indulgent i am a retail worker and imagining ellie as one is the only way i keep sane)