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elisehqs‌:

when ellie explained to her that she doesn’t drink, elise’s lips were straightened up into a thin line as she contemplated about it. “hmm–how about some ice cream instead? or a burger?” she added with a raised brow. it just didn’t sit right with her not to do something about it, because it’s her uniform and she should be the one taking care of it.

Ellie's shoulders slumped in defeat. She nearly let out a sigh. This woman was stubborn, alright. "Ice cream sounds nice," she said with a slow nod. "Later tonight, yeah? I uh, I kinda need to get back to work..."

#elise

gracelamurphy·:

Grace had initially been swallowed with guilt. The idea of hurting Cori or Ellie, if the latter were even possible– it killed her. She hadn’t intended for this to happen. Hell, as blunt as it was to put– Ellie wasn’t even her type in the first place. That didn’t mean she wasn’t beautiful in her own way, but she still wasn’t someone Grace would normally seek out. They were friends– and things changed for her. It was more about getting to know her as a person than wanting to jump on her first glance. And Cori well, it went without saying that she was exactly what Grace wanted. Confident, curvy and just something else. But at that moment, she felt something she hadn’t anticipated from this. She felt fucking angry. Her hand tightened around her glass and she needed to remind herself that it was for wine. It was fragile– much like like the brunette. “You fucked my girlfriend…” A bitter laugh followed as she echoed the words one more. It was as though she’d only listened to half of what was said. “You actually fucked my girlfriend… is this some fucking joke? Did you two get together and just…” She trailed off, pushing herself off the floor. She couldn’t believe how this had happened. Here she was feeling bad for what she had done– and they had gotten the last laugh. “Oh, I don’t know? Maybe, so you wouldn’t fuck my… Cori. Seems like a good enough reason to not tell you.” Screw their friendship. She wanted to say, but she swallowed the words. “You want to know what I’m feeling? I was falling for you. I felt so bad not telling you but right now? I can’t even look at you… especially without imagining her head between your fucking legs. And on top of that… you drank your own spit.”

“Seriously?”

Confusion was etched on her features. The crease on her forehead grew increasingly evident with each passing second. She hadn’t been expecting this at all. The anger threw her for a loop, heightened her anxiety about the situation. She hated this, more than anything in the world. Always trying to ensure her friends were happy, never giving them a reason to get angry at her. She hardly knew what to do. Momentarily, she just sat there wondering if this was even real life. Her jaw was slightly agape, melancholy all too evident in her eyes. No longer was she sad. Anger was rising to the surface, but mostly she was disappointed with a little bit of shock thrown in. She had been heartbroken once -- never wanting to feel like this again, now it just seemed a thousand times more amplified. It felt like there was a weight pulling it down. Broken bones and sprained ankles did not even come close to comparing the hurt she was currently feeling. “Fucking christ, Grace,” Ellie muttered out cooly, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. Swearing was not something she did. “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I didn’t -- I didn’t even know you had one!” She mumbled out loudly, voice increasing with each word. Swallowing heavily, she ran her fingers through her hair, wanting to pull some of it out. “And how dare you think I would stoop that low, or even insinuate I would do something as awful as that to you, my best friend." Her voice had turned raspy, unable to speak clearly. Shaking her head in disappointment, she thinned her lips and took in a deep breath through her nose. "I thought you knew me better than that. I really, really did.” Hastily getting up to her feet from the couch, she averted her gaze toward the ceiling. Her eyes felt heavy, a lone tear falling down her cheek. “Get out. Leave.”

#grace

emelia-vitale‌:

“I’m kind of classic. No chips or fudge. Just a really good brownie.” She couldn’t help herself, laughing a bit at how aloof she was being. “Yeah. I noticed. How about… I take these?” Her hands slid over to the other, pulling the pixie sticks away.

"Classic is good. Extra fudge is just...” Ellie closed her eyes for a second, figuring that would get the point across. Feeling the bag being pulled away, she tugged it back toward herself. “Hey now,” she pouted, faux offense on her features. “Nobody takes my candy and gets away with it. I’ll be good. Mostly.”

#emmy

nicolehcstings‌:

“Please, please call me when you do that.” the blonde replied, “See that’s a good thing, because once you’re addicted it’s a terrible, terrible black hole you just can’t pull yourself out of.”

"I’ll certainly try. So would it be like, hey you, I’m about to order a gazillion pounds of gummi bears, want some?” Ellie replied, a small chuckle escaping at the imagined scenario. “I... I suppose so, yeah. You have too many shoes, I’m guessing...?”

#nicole

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#'we're good friends'#surejan.gif #about the girl

gracelamurphy·:

Grace looked at her with obvious expectation, wanting her to continue. She had no idea what she was talking about. When Ellie didn’t explain, she knew better than to push her to say something she didn’t want. She’d let the mystery hang in the balance. Suddenly the coffee table became the most interesting part of the room. It was solid. A nice contradiction to her now ailing relationship and whatever friendship she had with the younger woman. Though, as Cori’s name rattled off lips that she’d kissed a great many times– her eyes shot up so fast. “What the hell,” she murmured, confusion washed over her face. “About yay high?” To demonstrate her point, she raised her hand just above her head. Cori might have a big ass and a big personality but she was most certainly was the opposite in stature. The way she carried herself made her seem taller– more stoic. Grace wasn’t sure she had a right to be distrusting, but by the way Ellie reacted it certainly made it impossible to feel anything else. “How the hell do you know my girlfriend, Eleanor?” She was right. Whatever they had should have stopped. It should have ended after the first time.“I didn’t cheat,” she interjected, her voice more emphatic than it had been. Grace was a lot of things. Selfish certainly topped the charts but she hadn’t cheated. She’d barely even heard the latter part, but she did. Except she didn’t know how to respond to it. “If you don’t want to see me again. I understand, but I needed you to know. And as fucked up as this may be, I don’t want to lose you…. either of you.”

“Yeah,” Ellie responded with an empathetic nod, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “She’s a talent agent or something,” she said almost tentatively, fearing what the other woman’s reaction would be. This was certainly not a situation she ever imagined herself in a million years. She tried to play out many scenarios in her head, always wanting to be prepared and not give herself an anxiety attack over not knowing what the hell to do. Eleanor. She physically retorted at the name, curling her lip in frustration. God, she hated that name. “Ellie,” she said cooly, inhaling through her nose. Picking up her wine glass, she didn’t stop drinking until the wine was completely gone. “I know your girlfriend because I had --... sex... with your girlfriend but I didn’t... I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. So, like, I’m the other woman, except I’m not? I don’t -- I don’t even know anymore.” All of this was confusing. She wasn’t sure what the hell to feel anymore. Anger? Sadness? Both at the same time. There was a sense of heaviness in her throat, chest, eyes -- seemingly everywhere. “I’m just -- I’m confused. Why -- why didn’t you tell me? I-I... I thought we were friends.” A part of her whispered: you wanted to be the special one in her life. Leaning back on the couch, she put an arm behind her head and scratched an itch on her neck. “Of course I do, you idiot,” she mumbled out frustratingly. “I’m just -- I don’t know what I’m feeling and I hate it.”

#grace

gracelamurphy·:

Grace had an inkling this could go this direction. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, it was there before she watched an array of emotions envelope her. Seeing it, however, was still a shock as consciously she assumed it would end up in an awkward but swept under the rug type of situation. She really hoped that Ellie had no intention of drinking that wine anymore after spitting in it– not something that should be prominent on her mind. “I can’t tell you that,” she responded, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to appease herself. What she wouldn’t do for another glass of wine– of the whole bottle. It was easier to drink these things away rather than dealing with them head-on. “No, I-I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here– Cori works for uh…” She waved it off, she didn’t need to explain what the woman did for work. Or anything about her at all. “Doesn’t matter.” Better, as this was probably on a long list of what not to do if this situation arose. “We have an open relationship. I do what I do and… I don’t know what she does, but then you happened. I wasn’t supposed to care, that was the only rule. And, god, I really fucked that one up…”

“I’m not talking about you leaving town. I’m talking about --...” Her voice cracked an octave -- saying the words would be reaching deep inside herself. Not just that, she worried how pathetic it sounded. I’m talking about you leaving me, she almost said. Her ex-girlfriend had done the same. Left without a word. She should’ve expected this. History was doomed to repeat itself. But you two are just friends, a part of her said. Logic dictated that a friend wouldn’t react like this. She was hardly thinking about that. You’re just protecting your heart. They hadn’t acted like friends in a long time, but -- she liked what they had, nonetheless. Ellie desperately wanted more wine. Picking up the glass again, she was about to take a sip before hearing the name Cori. Apparently, drinking was not on the cards tonight. “Cori is your girlfriend? Cori?” She questioned bemusedly, resting a hand on the top of her nose in disbelief. “You in practically every way, but black and gayer? I -- God. I can’t believe this.” The laugh that escaped was low and bitter. Pained, almost. “This is bloody fantastic. I don’t -- I can’t... I can’t even.” Words were just coming out with no coherency, her head a mess of interconnected thoughts. “Fuck,” Ellie quietly mumbled out, momentarily squeezing her eyes shut. She had long since adopted the American accent since arriving from Australia -- but that was clearly not evident here “You should have... Goddammit. Why? I -- just --... fuck.” A long pause. “You should have stopped this, whatever we are, once you knew. Because Grace -- I can’t -- I don’t... I don’t like cheaters. And I like you. I just -- why?”

#you act like that's punishment #grace

gracelamurphy‌:

Grace couldn’t help but feel an immense guilt bubbling to the surface. Jemma loved her. That’s something she certainly shouldn’t do. Grace didn’t deserve that now nor had she ever. Nonetheless, she took the compliment and relished it as she was sure that she wouldn’t hear too many more from those lips. In any respect at all. “She’s going to hate me,” she muttered as she played with the dog for a little bit. It was the only thing that was natural about this whole thing. The caution that carried through Ellie’s voice certainly had her feeling nerves herself. Not that they’d actually gone anywhere from the time Cori had gotten in town– only to leave again for a while. Grace thought it was better to do this on the floor. Rather than joining Ellie, she scooted closer to the table and positioned herself beside it like a small child. None of them would be downing most of the wine as fast as she had. “– uh right,” she swallowed, working up the nerve. A second time, it was more of her rosé. Deep breaths. God, this was harder than she’d anticipated. “I guess I’ll jump right in… shit.” Were her palms sweaty? Did her breath stink? The bathroom was just a few yards away– she could make it there and feign sick. But she didn’t. “I-I uh… my girlfriend is in town– or was town. Funny story, yeah, I have or had one of those for the past five years, but she spends more time in Europe than here and… well we have an agreement..” Chugging the remainder of her wine, she finshed with a long sigh. “She’s gone again and… I just thought you should know about this. All of it.”

The revelation hit her like a ton of bricks. Wine spat back into the glass upon hearing the word girlfriend. It was as if someone had stolen air from her lungs. She blinked rhythmically, waves of melancholy coursing through her. A deep shaky breath came out. “Tell me you’re joking,” Ellie murmured out, barely able to speak and look at the person she considered a friend. “You don’t... you don’t...” Nimble fingers ran through her hair repeatedly, eyes averting toward the ceiling. She wanted to let out a laugh as tears threatened to fall. Life would never be this kind to her, she should’ve figured. The emotional confrontation she had with her ex days prior certainly wasn’t helping the thought process. “So, you’re... you’re leaving too. That’s... that’s why you’re telling me this,” she croaked out while wiping her tear-stained eyes with the back of her hand. Somehow, it hurt even more this time. Maybe because she knew what she would be missing. The one thing she feared the most was happening. Grace was just a friend, but that would not lessen what she felt. Fingers continued to drum against the glass as she tried to remember to breathe. “I just -- why?”

#grace

gracelamurphy:

“Hey,” she smiled, equally as small. Unlike she did with her other friends, Grace would have lunged into the quaint place and embraced her. A kiss would have inevitably followed, but tonight, she didn’t want to steal one– and later have Ellie regret it. After the truth was out, there was no way she could unopen pandora’s box. Everything they had between them would change. And that was probably the scariest thing about this, aside from the possibility of hurting her. Though, she assumed that it would be more of a ‘why didn’t you tell me’ matter rather than any real loss. “Doesn’t she always?” And like clockwork, she walked into Ellie’s home as the bottle was taken from her. Having a moment with the dog would give her a second to breathe. Kneeling to the floor, she proceeded to rub and scratch her stomach. It was followed with soft panting and excited tongue sticking out. “You’re such a good girl, Jemma,” she beamed, though she wasn’t completely into it. After realizing it had been a moment, she sighed. “You know… I can come back some other time if that’s better for you…” With that, her genuinely happy expression faltered.

"Well, that’s because she loves you,” Ellie answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “She doesn’t do it for everybody, y’know,” she continued on, feeling out of place in her own home. Mostly because Grace didn’t embrace her like she always did. It meant things were good, that life ticked on. Once she got the glasses out of the cabinets, she set them on the counter gently. She opened the wine bottle with expert precision, pouring the alcoholic liquid into the glasses. Strolling back into the living room, she looked at Grace with bemusement, pondering what the hell what was going on. “I invited you here, so uh, it’s good, I promise,” she said tentatively, setting the glasses on the table. Plopping down on the couch, it took her a moment to find a position that was comfortable. But she kept fiddling around, moving her gangly limbs around, frustrated that she was too damn nervous to stay still. After what seemed like a long minute, she grabbed her glass and drummed her fingers against it. “So, uh... what did’ya want to talk to me about?”

#grace

emelia-vitale:

“Yeah. That kind of stuff. Brownies are my favorite, actually.” The way the woman spoke about sweets, she kind of sounded high. Maybe it was all the sugar. She furrowed her brows as she watched the woman, slightly amused. “I really think you should be curt off for a while.”

"I love it when they have, like, a gazillion chocolate chips inside. And when they’re topped with fudge topping, oh God...” Ellie sighed wistfully at the thought, practically drooling as she played around with a Pixy Stix in her hand. “Oh, pardon? Sorry, heh. I kinda got distracted...”

#emmy

nathangranger:

Nathan wasn’t even sure what the fuck he was doing there anymore. He had gotten more than enough writing material for his next novel. It was mostly a tale about hypocrisy and sex. The latter, of course, was the prominent issue; however, the young woman’s question caught him by surprise. He looked over the edge of his glass. His brows knitted. His own eye-glasses slid down his nose, only to be pushed up gently. “Words I never thought I’d hear, doll,” he mused, giving her a minute smile. “I’ve done a lot of weird stuff when drunk. Married a stranger in Vegas one time. Got that annulled, but can’t say that I’ve ordered five pounds of Pixy Stix.” He wasn’t sure why he was humoring her, but he was. “I’ll take a few blues… I’m sure it’ll go great with bourbon.”

It was a simple way to make conversation, put herself out there. Maybe get an indication who would gel well with her. Quite frankly, Ellie had not the damndest clue why she chose this guy to talk to. Well, a part of her knew -- he was grossly attractive with a kind of confidence that she wished she had, despite his seemingly quiet demeanor. The fact he was humoring her threw her for a slight loop. “Yeeeeeah,” Ellie elongated as she forgot how to breathe for a moment. “You marry strangers, I buy candy in bulk and gigantic plushies.” Long, awkward pause. “I forgot what I was going to say.” Internally chastising herself for the idiotic display, she quickly rummaged through her bag and grabbed a small handful of blues. “Uh, here you go...”

#nathan

noxhpetrov:

“A what?” Noah said looking up, a bit caught off guard by the question. He hadn’t realized that she was talking to him until now. Arching a brow he couldn’t help it as a slight smirk came to his lips as she spoke, explaining the situation and how she’d ended up with.. five pounds of the candy? “Those are those little candy straw things right?” he asked, trying to place the name to the item.

"Yes, sir. They’re little and delicious candy straw things,” Ellie repeated for affirmation’s sake. The man hardly looked like the type to eat candy with his overly muscular stature -- but desperate times called for desperate measures. Something like that. “You’ve never had them before, I presume?”

#noah

gracelamurphy:

Grace had stomach ulcers. Okay, no, she didn’t have stomach ulcers but she probably would have them before the end of the night. She felt sick to her stomach as she stood outside of Ellie’s place. With a bottle of red wine in one hand and the other raised, she willed herself to knock. She had been sitting on this for weeks. Months really. The former only became more pressing considering Cori had arrived in town. There was still this sickening feeling that came with the idea of them crossing paths. And above all, she didn’t want to cause them any hurt. Though, she knew that only her girlfriend– or whatever she was. would experience that. Grace knew that Ellie felt nothing more for her than a warm body– and a close friendship. She couldn’t even do that right. Finally, her hand rapped against the door. “Mrs. Koch buzzed me up,” she quipped from outside it, a chuckle coming to the surface. It was probably the last she’d have that night, she knew that much. @elecnorcook

Jemma’s ears perking up was an indication someone was at the door. The barely muffled bark and tail wagging indicated it was someone familiar. Who else could it be but Grace? Ellie rolled off the bed, lazily plopping up onto her feet. Hair tied back in a messy bun, she hardly bothered to make the effort to look decent. She was comfortable in her sweatpants and loose-fitting white vest. The dog was practically glued to her side, anxious to run ahead and greet the visitor. Upon hearing the knock, she was already at the door, taking in a deep breath before slowly opening it. “Hey, you,” Ellie greeted tentatively with a thin-lipped smile, leaving a wide enough space for her to come in. The dog excitedly circled around Grace, plopping down on her side and exposing her stomach. “Uh, I think Jem wants a belly rub,” she said with a nervous chuckle, averting her gaze toward the wine bottle in her friend’s hand. “Oh you got the good stuff. I’ll take it and pour us a glass.” Grabbing it like it was the most precious thing in the world, she hurried into the kitchen and began her preparation. Deep breath in, deep breath. She’d ignore the fact Grace wanted to talk and the fact she came with wine. Please let it be good.

#grace

hayes-dawson:

Hayes couldn’t help but chuckle a bit when she spoke, glancing over to her to see if she was joking or serious. “That stuff is really really bad for you, you know.” he said, the doctor in him coming out. “But also gives the best sugar highs.” He may or may not have experience with sugar highs when it came to his life. “Yeah, sure, toss a few over, but I hate the orange ones.”

"Oh I know. Things so bad shouldn’t be so good,” Ellie answered just before she downed the contents of a Pixy Stix. “It’s nice to enjoy the little things so I take the chance when I can,” she continued on before sticking the bag out, rummaging through the contents quickly to get orange out of the way. “Here you go.”

#hayes

nicolehcstings:

“Okay, that is amazing. See, at least it was candy. Wine drunk me would order…” she sighed as she realised what this would sound like but the words slipped from her mouth anyway, “A gazillion purses and dresses, oh and shoes. I do love shoes.”

“Five pounds. Next time I’ll order, like, ten of those five pound gummi bears,” Ellie replied belatedly, though a part of her was now intrigued to do so sober. “Oh yeah? Shoes? I don’t really know any brands outside, like... Converses and Vans...”

#nicole

elisehqs:

elise was taking none of that dismissive hand wave, shaking her head in return as she insisted, “come on, just let me buy you a drink or something?” it was the least she could do for ellie being helpful. though she could have sewn that hole herself, her work wouldn’t have been as impeccable as the younger woman’s.

"I don’t drink,” Ellie answered with a half-shrug. “Well, I mean, I do, but once a blue moon and only at home with my wine,” Being rewarded for doing her job, something she would’ve happily done without expectation was a weird feeling. “Honestly, I’m fine. You’re fine. No need to worry.”

#elise

Text || green eyes

Grace: you're full of it.

Grace: she's not, is she?

Grace: you're an asshole. tell jemma i send my love.

Grace: how the fuck do they even breathe in space?

Grace: well only if you want me to.

Ellie: I'm full of nothing.

Ellie: It's Z-level disaster movie logic. Don't question it.

Ellie: She misses you.

Ellie: I miss you.

Ellie: Do I need to get all demanding, and be like, get your pretty little butt over here? I invited you. Of course I want you here.

#text: grace

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