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The Dressing Room
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❥ pairing; ellie x giselle (original female character)
❥ summary; giselle always had a thing for ellie but refused to ever admit that to anyone. not even joel, if he were still around. giessle could always read people like a book, clear as day, however, those feelings giselle tried so hard to keep concealed were soon outed to ellie sooner rather than later.
❥ author note; i genuinely have no clue what im doing and am terrified of feed back but here we go 🙃
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I witnessed from afar as Dina and Ellie argued. It was upsetting to see those two fight, they seemed like the perfect couple too. But… To be fair, Dina had been hiding that she was pregnant from us for a bit now. But that didn’t give Ellie a right to label her a burden, an obstacle.
I sighed, heading upstairs in the theatre, flashlight in hand, and in towards the back, finding a communication room. It was filled with plenty of marked up maps, notes and well more maps, honestly.
“Well, damn. Who the hell was in here before us? And how do we get the power back on?” I looked to the maps, trying to decipher if they were checkpoints for other groups or just places people wanted to search for supplies, seek some shelter even.
My thinking ceased as I could hear huffing and nearly silent footsteps coming towards the room. It was Ellie, I didn’t even need to think more or see her to comfirm it.
“You’re both in the wrong, you know. Just, my opinion.”
Ellie scoffed behind me, joining me at the table. I glanced over to her, searching her face for an expression. The intimidating, yet soft, girl beside me just shook her head, clenching her fists.
“I fucking know. I just wished she had said something earlier. I don’t need her risking her and… Her baby’s life.”
“Yes, true. But… It wasn’t necessary to call her a burden. We just need to keep her indoors and safe. And you also hid something from us.”
“Yeah, so fucking what, Giselle? Whoopty-doo, I breathe fucking spores. What about you? What are you hiding?”
“Nothing important and don’t get worked up with me. I didn’t piss you off.”
Ellie and I stared each other deep in the eyes. I couldn’t help but notice her gentle, caring eyes running from between both my eyes and to my lips. I chuckled at her, using my hand as a blindfold on her
“You’re so obvious, Ms. Williams.”
“Oh, shut the hell up. Ms. Anderson.”
A laugh left both our throats, almost harmonizing in a way. My palm left her face, admiring the smile she set up on those pretty lips of hers.
“What’s the ‘nothing important’ that you’re hiding?”
“Why must you uncover that secret? What if it hurts you? Or Dina? Or even if there isn’t an us, what if it hurts us?”
“But what if it creates an us?” Ellie seemed so vulnerable at this point. Like she was dying to put her hands all over me. In the back of my mind, I kept the fact that her and Dina were probably soon to be a thing. I couldn’t ruin something like that. Especially since the poor girl is pregnant and we don’t need her stressing.
“Ellie… Ellie, it’s nothing. Besides it seems Dina likes you,” I pushed myself away, leaving the room with my flashlight and opening a door nearby, finding that it was a dressing room. Like a child in a marvelous castle built of strictly sweets, I gasped and ran to the dressing rack, running my hands across the material.
“El! Look! Oh, my God, this is so fun! Dresses from the roaring twenties. Ugh, they’re so cute.”
“I think they’re really damn hideous, but go off.”
“Excuse me? Disgusting? You, Ellie ‘Little Shit’ Williams, have terrible taste.”
“Oh, yeah? Change my mind then. Sell me on the dress, Giselle ‘Terrible Taste In Men’ Anderson.”
My eyebrow raised, my brain immediately thinking to strip down and slip into the clothing to prove it was cute. But also just to fuck with Ellie a tad. So I placed my light on one of the desks, shrugging at her.
“Fine. I will,” with that I took my backpack off, tossing it to Ellie. She caught it with a little huff, closing the door to the dressing room, leaning on it to watch me.
First, I crossed my arms at my hips, lifting my shirt over my head, stopping just before I exposed my bra to her. Ellie shrugged, her way of telling me to proceed with the show. I tossed the article of clothing to the side and now unbuckling my pants.
“Do you have a color request?”
“No. Nothing specific, do what you want. Might wanna take off your shoes before your pants by the way.”
My eyes shot down to my canvas shoes, giggling before bending down to untie and kick the shoes off. Ellie gave a sarcastic thumbs up now gesturing I remove my pants. I rolled my eyes at the girl doing as she wished.
In my head, this all seemed so fake. Like a dream or something but Ellie was much more intimidating in my head. Always so goddamn serious. Plus, I was just about to have a heart attack not too long ago from all those infected chasing us down and seeing Ellie snort up millions of spores. Half of me hoped this wasn’t a dream but the other half did, I didn’t wanna disrespect Dina like this.
“And here I thought the rumors were true.”
Ellie snapped me from my thoughts, raising a brow in question to the rumor about me. There were plenty and I may have heard them all but why would Ellie say something like that now?
“Oh? And which of my many rumors are you referring to?”
“That you always go commando.
“What the fuck? Who the hell started that? I would never go commando, that’s icky.”
“Well, seeing as you’ve pissed off plently of men by simply rejecting them, I don’t know.”
“And why would you believe them?”
“It would be the only rumor I believed in. The others are so painfully obvious that they were told just because their ego got hurt.”
“Hm… Fair enough. Now help me choose a color of the dresses.”
Ellie’s face lit up so birghtly yet also seemed sinister. Her own bag hit the floor, her steps telling me that she was excited to even be close to me while in my undergarments. We both pulled out dresses, disagreeing on a few and setting some aside as a maybe.
“Hey, pink or white?”
In either hand was an eggshell white flapper dress, the sequins dangling and sparkling. Of course, in my imagination they sparkled but not so much in the real world. It came with a shawl and gloves that would reach far past my elbows. It was also shorter than the pink, for sure. The pink was too far of a dark shade and some gloves that went just barely under my elbows. The shawl with it didn’t even match. Gross. I hummed, closing a bit of distance between us and taking a minute to review the dresses a little more.
“Oh, this is hard. This pink isn’t my favorite and the gloves are too long. The white one though… The dress is shorter and everything is looking pretty good.
“So… White?”
“Yes, Ellie. White.”
The not-so-frightening woman let the pink dress drop to the ground, tugging at my hips to throw the shawl and gloves at me and unzip the dress. Rolling my eyes, I let the items drop by our feet.
“Somebody is a little too excited to dress me up.”
“Just shut the fuck up and come here. All you do is talk, talk, talk.”
“I’ll have you know, people enjoy my conversations.”
“I bet they do.”
“Jesse does. And Maria.”
“You forgot three people.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“The full list, from bottom to top is Jesse, Tommy, Maria, me, Joel. Meaning you forgot, Tommy, me and Joel,” Ellie spoke with a playful tone, allowing me to bring up Joel in this moment. I blew a raspberry at the carefree woman in front of me.
“Joel secretly hated me, I know it.”
“Wrong. He would come and complain to me when you were upset with him. Kept saying that he missed walking into the living room and seeing you sleeping on the couch when he went to make his coffee.”
“Really? He always fussed about me sleeping on the couch.”
“He had a guest room, dummy. That’s why.”
“Well… No, I thought it would be too much.”
“Yeah, yeah. Always refusing to ‘intrude’.”
I pinched Ellie’s nose before she kneeled down to let me step into the dress. I bent over to hold onto her shoulders, letting her pull the dress up. My arms slipped through the spaghetti straps nicely, Ellie picked the shawl from the ground and throwing it over me, allowing it to rest on my shoulders. She even took the opportunity to slip the gloves on to me, giggling like a fool.
“And that’s everything. Take a look,” she whispered, spinning me to the mirror, zipping up the dress quickly.
I squealed softly, rushing to the mirrors and creating various poses. Blowing kisses, acting surprised, pouting, all the fun stuff. In the back, Ellie was spotted, grinning at my little performance.
“Should I show Dina? Or is she asleep?”
“She’s knocked out. She was really upset so… Yeah. I wished you could show her, she would love it. Joel would too.”
“Right? I could see him now doing a mixture of both mocking me but also taking plenty of pictures and telling everyone about it.”
Ellie and I both ended up laughing for a bit, saying things that we both know Joel would say. I even got her to dance around with me even if she did complain about the lack of music. She even took pictures of me to place in Joel’s home after all this was done with.
We settled down after a few minutes, me back in a t-shirt and my underwear, sitting on the floor with Ellie beside me.
“We should figure out how to get the power back on. But I don’t even wanna get up right now,” Ellie was now leaning against me so she could hide her face.
“Well… We kinda need the power so I can try and get some information off those maps and see if anyones soeaking on the channels. Unless you wanna spend a few weeks here then go ahead and leave the power alone.”
Ellie sat up turning to face me. We held eye contact again, her eyes so obviously searching my face for something. I couldn’t help but stare at her slightly parted lips, rolling my eyes.
“God, damm it, Ellie.”
“What? What did I do?”
“I hate you,” with that, I threw myself at Ellie, our lips locking and her hands cupping my face while mine were glued to her hips. Ellie was gentle, yet somehow still rough but I could care less.
“Is this the ‘nothing important’ you were hiding?”
“Obvi, dickhead.”
“Oh? I didn’t know Giselle Anderson was one to swear.”
“Shut up, you’re so annoying.”
Ellie ran her hands down to my waist with a chuckle, slowly pushing me down to lie on the floor and returning her mouth to mine. My fingers slithered through her hair, tugging every now and again undoing her mini bun so all her hair was down.
One of her legs ended up between mine, a hand running up my thigh as well, Ellie seemed to now lean more towards rough than gentle, her other hand resting around my neck. I smiled into the kiss, pushing her off and crawling on top of her with no other sexual intentions.
“What?”
“Go figure out how to turn on the power, you ass hat.”
“Come with me. Please,” Ellie gave me puppy eyes, lightly pouting and moving her hands finding my waist. I hummed, looking away, the little shit taking the opportunity to pull herself up a bit and put her lips on my neck.
“Fine, fine, fine. But… Only if you let me take the dress back.”
“Jesus, fucki-… Fine. Now let’s go before we end up doing something we don’t need to do right now.”
“Agreed. Because you smell and I’m tired of you.”
“I smell?”
“I’m just fucking with you. Let me put my pants on and let’s go.”
Ellie chuckled, rolling from under me to stand herself up and walk over to our bags, waiting for me.
Maybe I can keep this on the low, hide it from Dina and everyone else. It’s all up to Ellie, honestly.
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First post kinda nervous
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⌝ "I'm calling Dad the moment we leave," Celine told her son as she walked past him outside the principles office next to another young boy of similar colouring. She should have expected after the holidays that Jagger's behaviour would continue to be reckless and out of sorts. He was so upset with her, that the family had yet to become whole again. Things were just so all over the place, Celine was trying to help them feel stable but...it wasn't that simple.
⌝ "Thank you for joining us, Ms Flores," the principle offered as the other Mother seemed to have already been seated, Celine taking her own next to her. The woman was pretty used to the other mothers in the school judging her for the litany of tattoos on her body, the way she dressed without much of a desire to be conservative, but in cases like this it was certainly harder for them to sit on their high horses, though... Looking to the other woman in the room she didn't look quite like the other mother's she tended to encounter, what with their paisley sweaters and penny loafers.
⌝ "I waited until you arrived, Ms Flores to explain the situation to both yourself and Attorney de Leon," the suited man began. "Your sons were caught defacing the boys locker room with profanities and vulgar imagery. I wouldn't want to speak them aloud but we did take some images," he stated, pushing some photos towards the pair. The image on top showing a locker that now read 'Coach Miller is a donkey dick.'
@nova-aurelia-deleon
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❛ MY BARK'S WORSE THAN MY BITE, now you got me REAL tight,
bitch, now we gonna fight, when i see you
IT'S ON SIGHT! ❜
🎨 | ch3rrybub
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⌝ Bare tan legs carried Sofia from the entrance of the small run down pub - where Sofia had to explain to the bouncer that no she was not wearing a shirt without pants but rather was wearing a shirt as a dress - to the bar where she saw a familiar head of brilliant toxic green hair. The place was actually a little packed since the band was performing later that night, but apparently with all the fucking snow that had been around the town lately Micah was running late. Sofia, holding her very scratched up iPhone that lacked a case, began texting him back that she would be with Gabe at the bar.
⌝ Fingers with long black nails, purple lettering across them that said 'forgotten,' touched his shoulder to get the drummer's attention. "You know our friendship reading for today said that you're desperate for my attention and that if I want to not be my typical cunty self I should listen to you, so, I'm thinking tequila and talks until the rest of the band gets through the snow," Sofia suggested, tugging gently on his shirt.
⌝ "Unless you're chatting up groupies, el niñito brujo, I could wing woman you," Sofia offered, the hand on his shoulder moving up to touch some of his brilliant green hair. She was not quite oblivious to the way Gabe could occasionally look at her but oblivious to the meaning. After all she was hot, she was usually even more naked than she presently was, why wouldn't men look at her like they were either hungry or flustered? It was sweet, but...meaningless, surely.
@kanariotoko
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Checking in
@sirensofia
[[TEXT]]: You ok?
[[TEXT]]: Idk if you were at the faire when shit went south or not but... I hear you’re alive, so just hoping you’re well too
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Do you think you should let Matthew go? He'd be happier with Mariah.
"I doubt he would be happy with the blonde rag doll bitch."
@matthewbaudelaire @mariahcadieux
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We all know the real reason you haven't fucked in so long. All those roids shrank your weiner, bro.
"Eyyy, ya got me nonnie. Still bigger than yours, shrunk as it is. Ask yer lady, she can confirm."
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What is karma to you? Is it simply about justice, or do you see it as a deeply personal force that teaches us what we need to learn?
"Only Karma I know is this hot ass lady that spins around those poles at the club. Damn does she have a nice ass and tits on her."
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How’s your relationship with your family right now?
Great. Everything is hunk-fucking-dory.
Love that my brothers' mental health is as poor as my diet.
Even better that my dad is well on his way to keeping my mum company.
Oh, and Layne, love Layne, she was better off when she was nowhere near us.
Brilliant. It's been great. So happy.
@matthewbaudelaire @werewolfroman @laynebaudelaire
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YOU GREEN GUMBALL SON OF A BITCH, AND YOU HOT TOPIC ASS MOTHERFUCKER
[ J:\\ OH, YOU WANNA FUCKING GO, YOU MONOCHROME SHADE WEARING CUNT? I'LL FUCKIN' END YOU. ]
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Source: Intergalactic Space Garbage on Facebook
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Check In || Roman&Sofia
"The person you have called is unavailable,” the robotic voice said on the other end of the phone, she’d said so three times. Either Roman had her blocked or he had his phone turned off, but after what had happened the day before, everything that the news was saying, Sofia didn’t much care if Roman was mad at her.
[ TEXT UNDELIVERED ]: Roman, turn on your stupid fucking phone.
[ TEXT UNDELIVERED ]: Even if you’re mad, just text me back.
[ TEXT UNDELIVERED ]: I’m really worried.
[ TEXT UNDELIVERED ]: ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE, ARSEHOLE.
[ TEXT UNDELIVERED ]: You’re being such a fucking dick right now.
[ TEXT UNDELIVERED ]: Roman, I’m scared, I need you to answer me.
By the sixth text she hadn’t been able to sit in her apartment anymore and in fifteen minutes was pulling up to his trailer, his truck still there but that didn’t mean anything if he’d been taken when the others were. Docs coming down on the damp Earth of the forest surrounding the place Sofia grabbed her keys and phone, shoving them into the pocket of her sweatpants before adjusting the white Hannes boys tank top she’d cut so it sat just over her ribcage.
Taking the few steps up to the trailers door she immediately started to bang on it, freshly painted nails nearly chipping from the force. “Roman, wake the fuck up!” she shouted, assuming since it was not even noon if he had been drinking he would not be awake yet. “You old fuck, open the fucking door!”
@werewolfroman
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My bad...
@matthewbaudelaire
[[TEXT]]: So, your brothers a big bad wolf? Trust me to piss him off...
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