#zoeyposting :3

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chubby zoey chambers. you agree. hit reblog.

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hiiiii I'm a lil plastered I hope everyone is doing so so well!!! I'm finally home from my trip and I'm so happy it was so much fun

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catching a plane to 🏳️‍⚧️ to go girldick tasting

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sigh…i did it again

self-indulgent zoey chambers moodboard

she’s an astrology girlie :>

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yeah…i don’t really DO supporting roles zoey chambers moodboard! (v self indulgent lmao)

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she’s kind of mine, actually

estelle is not fond of people flirting with her girlfriend, especially when that person is ted spankoffski

Estelle sipped her matcha latte, slouched over her laptop at the table nearest to the counter at Beanies. She was scrolling absent-mindedly through YouTube videos and absolutely not doing what she was meant to be doing, which was work for online classes. She liked coming to Beanies to “study” and was grateful that Callum could hold down the fort at the shop. Every so often, she would glance up at the ordering counter, where Zoey stood with a smile on her face. Zoey would look back and wink, which Estelle loved. 

It was a Monday, towards the afternoon, so Beanies wasn’t busy at all. Nora, Zoey’s coworker, was dusting behind the counter. The only customers besides Estelle were a blonde woman and a young boy, happily devouring a muffin while his mother stared off into space. 

As Estelle finally clicked off of YouTube and back onto her assignment, the front door opened, and a man walked in. Lanky, with greasy black hair and a slick mustache. He wore an olive green shirt and mauve tie, and walked with a cocky sort of confidence. Yeah, this man thought he was the shit.

“One chai iced tea, baby, large, with four sugars.” He leaned against the counter, licking his lips and ogling at Zoey. Estelle felt a wave of jealousy course through her body. Who did this asshole think he was?

“Coming right up!” Zoey kept her voice bright. Estelle admired her; had it been her in the situation, she’d have refused service. The man crossed his arms, staring at Zoey, undressing her with his eyes. Estelle tried to keep her focus on her work, but her eyes kept falling on his sly smile as he dropped a dollar bill into the tip jar.

“I just tipped ya.” He noted as she handed him the drink. “You don’t have to sing, though, gorgeous, your number will do juuuuuust fine.” 

Estelle wanted to get up, clobber him, and remind this dickhead that Zoey was taken, but she reminded herself she was 5’4 and probably couldn’t do a thing. She continued to watch in absolute agony.

“No thank you, Ted.” Zoey snapped. “Just like yesterday, I’m fine.”

Ah. He was a regular. 

So, this Ted had an ego. Estelle cocked her head and watched him slink away, coffee in hand. Consumed by a flame of passion, she bolted after him. She wasn’t even thinking when she darted into his path of motion and grabbed him by the tie.

“Listen here, guy, I don’t know why you think it’s okay to flirt with her when she clearly isn’t interested but- but….”

The adrenaline had worn off. Estelle let go of Ted’s tie and stumbled backwards. His face showed a mixture of emotions: fear, anger, but mostly confusion. 

“And you’re telling me this because…?” 

Estelle winced as she heard the door open and shut behind her. She knew the familiar footsteps as soon as they began pounding down the sidewalk. 

“Estelle, what the hell?” Zoey slipped beside her, grabbing her by the wrist. “Are you trying to end up in prison for assault?”

“I just don’t like it when other people flirt with you!” Estelle whined. She slid her arm out of Zoey’s grasp but quickly took her hand back, entwining their fingers. “I’m supposed to be the one that flirts with you!”

Ted’s confusion only seemed to grow. The girls broke away at the sound of his confused ‘humph’

“So uhm…please don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.” Estelle finished, hints of her usual shyness creeping into her tone. “She’s kind of mine, actually.”

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anywigglys here are more zoey hcs

-Loves (to hate) shitty romance books. Its like she reads them JUST to complain about how bad they are <3

-Went blonde in highschool, wishes she could do it again but is worried about ruining her hair, which is. her pride and joy.

-No spice tolerance but brags that she'll eat anything. Nah, don't trust her, she'll cry

-Cuddler. Oh my god get girlie a big teddy or something she likes to hold shit.

-Passenger princess, would rather die than drive

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“you know, i’ve never been with a girl before.” “i’m glad you discovered you wanted to be.”

latte catte again

sue me

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i never wanted to love you!

Zoey Chambers moodboard!

guys she’s dealing with some intense emotions rn…

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feels like pornography (watching you try on jeans)

Estelle is not a fan of clothes shopping, but Zoey insists on dragging her through store after store. Only once they hit the dressing rooms do things get heated.

Estelle had hated clothes shopping since youth. She remembered those long days, clutching her grandfather’s hand as he dragged her through Macy’s or Kohl’s, throwing only the comfortable clothing into the cart, because god knew she would refuse to try on anything made of denim. As she aged, she stopped going to those sorts of places, instead choosing to thrift as much as she could. In adulthood, she could count on one hand the amount of shopping trips she’d been on.

And yet here she was: 23 and being dragged by one hand through Target. 

“Zoeyyyyyy!” Estelle whined. “Are you almost done?” She pouted, toddler-style, as the brunette’s head popped out from behind a rack. 

“Look at these pants, bub.” Zoey held out a pair of jeans, and Estelle stuck her tongue out in protest. “Oh come on, you think they’ll make my ass look fat?”

“No?”

Zoey looked displeased. 

“I mean yes, definitely.”

“Good.” She tossed them into the cart. “I need a top to go with it…” She practically purred, turning around to a rack of floral crop-tops. “One of these? Estelle, are you even listening?”

Estelle was not, in fact, listening. “Yeah, yeah, um, we’ve been here for nearly two hours, and uh…”

Zoey laughed and took her girlfriend by both hands, kissing her gently on the forehead. “I know, babe, I know. But, look how fucking hot these are gonna look on me. Changing rooms?” 

Estelle trudged behind her like a child five minutes away from a temper tantrum. Zoey shoved the cartful of clothing up into the changing room. “Will you be joining me, darling?”

That was enticing…

“I think I will, princess!” She said cheerily. She trailed along behind her lover, smiling as she caught the playful roll of Zoey’s eyes. “What, not the time?”

“Careful what you wish for.” She shut the door behind them and Estelle plopped down on the bench. “Now, I didn’t think you were into that sort of thing but if you were, I wouldn’t complain.” 

Estelle’s face flushed. “Jesus! I wasn’t- no, no- I didn’t-!” Zoey smirked, satisfied. “Oh yeah? Tell that to your cheeks, babe. You look like a cherry.” She gave her girlfriend’s nose a little boop and moved closer to the mirror, unbuttoning her pants.

“You gonna watch?” She teased again, and Estelle turned away, only to sneak a glance back at Zoey, who was standing in her panties and bra. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

Wild thoughts ran through her head, none of which were safe for work, or anywhere but the bedroom, really. Moments later, another stolen glance revealed Zoey in a skin-tight top and booty shorts, and Estelle felt her knees go weak. Oh my god, oh my god-

“You look amazing…” She managed to spit out. “God, baby…how did I manage to end up with you? You are so out of my league and yet here…here we are.”

Zoey turned away from the mirror to smile at her lover. “I don’t know either. There’s just something about you…” She sauntered over, hips swinging side to side in a way that made Estelle’s heart leap. “You just gonna sit there?”

“N-no…” She hesitated. She shakily got to her feet, looking into Zoey’s pretty green eyes, big and warm and flecked with gold. It was hard to ignore the pounding in her chest, the way her cheeks heated up, the way a warm feeling had begun to form in her lower belly, as she reached for Zoey, arms wrapping around her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

Their lips met, and immediately their tongues began a frenzied dance, some sort of weird, wet, aroused tango. Estelle wound her hands into Zoey’s hair, painfully aware of Zoey’s hands on her lower back, slipping under her sweater and gliding across her skin, leaving a trail of heat wherever they went. 

“What’s the matter, pretty girl?” Zoey smirked against Estelle’s mouth. She ran her tongue over the ginger’s bottom lip, weakly pushing its way in. Estelle shuffled her feet, moving to grasp onto Zoey’s shirt. 

Estelle had adopted a rather wide stance, so as to keep her balance. This gave Zoey a perfect opportunity to stick her knee between the shorter woman’s thighs. Estelle let out a short, squeaky moan, grinding down on her with an excited, but gentle force.

“Oh, someone’s enjoying herself…” Zoey teased. “You needed this, didn’t you?”

What was Estelle meant to say? ‘Yeah, I haven’t done this with you since we got drunk on our third date because I’ve been too scared to ask for it?’ She settled for a simple grunted response. Zoey made a kind of ‘tsk tsk’ noise, and continued to make out with her lover, pressing her tongue between her now wide open lips. 

They had been going for a while, but neither seemed to want it to end. Estelle gasped as she felt herself shoved against the full-length mirror. Zoey’s entire body was pressed upon her now, and Estelle was well aware of every curve, every nook and cranny of her lover becoming obvious, they fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Oh yeah, I could get used to this…

“Mmf…Zoey…” She slid down against the slick mirror, sweaty with arousal as she sank to the floor. She panted, taking a few seconds to catch her breath. “Are we gonna get thrown out of here? Somehow this seems wrong, and um-”

Zoey proceeded to catch her lips in another kiss. “Don’t I tell you not to worry?” She whispered after a while. “If we’re quiet about it, nothing will happen…”

She pulled Estelle back up to her feet. “You don’t like this, do you?”

“I’d prefer to get the shopping done and have fun at home.” She admitted. “You can’t just do that to a girl! With the way I’m headed I won’t be able to walk home!” 

Zoey grinned and removed the top. “You’re right about that, babe. I think I’m gonna buy this anyway…you know, for the memories.”

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girls <3

wlw zoey chambers moodboard. made for myself. because she’s gay now.

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“we met in april, right?” “mhm. but i never asked you out ‘til october.”

latte catte (oc x canon) moodboard w/ song it’s inspired by (we fell in love in october, girl in red)

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goddamn it, estelle

estelle kelley is drunk again. maybe there’s an underlying issue here? whatever her gf’s gonna help her <3

Zoey awoke in a cold sweat. She rolled off her back, onto her side, facing her girlfriend’s side of the bed, where Estelle was normally cuddled up, snoring softly. The clock on the nightstand said 12:05 am, which was far later than Estelle would normally stay up. This concerned Zoey greatly. She sat up, listening for any sign of Estelle. Sure enough, there was soft crying coming from the kitchen.

Part of her worried that Estelle was leaving her. It wouldn’t have been the first time a partner had up and left her in the middle of the night. She tossed and turned, debating whether or not to go find her. Sometimes, when things like this happened, people didn’t want to be found. 

What if she’s packing up to leave? Zoey fretted. What if she- 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash, followed up by a heavily slurred ‘Oh fuck!’

Goddamn it, Estelle. 

She rushed out of the room, flying out of bed like a bat out of hell. She stumbled downstairs, and the sounds of crying became louder.

“Estelle!” Zoey’s heart started pounding as she spotted her girlfriend’s current predicament. Estelle was very clearly drunk: she was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a bra that definitely didn’t belong to her, her hair was a mess, and she was lying face down on the tile floor with a dented can of peaches in one hand and a can opener in the other. She was sobbing profusely.

Zoey winced and crouched down beside her, gently touching her shoulder blade. “Hey…hey, baby…” Estelle looked over, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Zoey pulled the smaller girl into her lap, kissing her temple. “Babe, it’s late, come to bed. You’re gonna need rest if you don’t want a painful hangover tomorrow. Why did you drink so much anyway, darling?”

Estelle let out a barely-audible grumble. “Just wanted…to forget…”

Zoey frowned. “Did you have another vision?” She brushed her hands through Estelle’s soft ginger hair. “I told you to tell me when you have visions…”

“I know…” Estelle pressed her face into Zoey’s chest. “I was scared. And then I got hungry.”

“Sooo your solution was to try and open canned peaches with brute force? We have other food.”

Estelle grunted, sitting herself up on Zoey’s lap and wrapping her limbs around her girlfriend’s torso like a sort of human koala around an (alsp human) eucalyptus tree. “Didn’t open.” She whimpered into Zoey’s skin.

Zoey sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, baby, I can tell.” She’d never felt so caring and protective over another person in her life. It was scary, but it also felt kinda nice. “Come on. Time for bed.”

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Yeah. I need her.

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“we need more female characters who are bad people!!!!!”

you couldnt even handle zoey chambers

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Zoey definitely sleeps with one of those eye masks that say "the princess needs her beauty rest" or some shit on them on