blue film.

[juliaxcarlyle]

starter for @margotchambers​ location: craft vendors

Julia had been browsing the craft vendor section for upcoming birthday gifts. The woman tried to be prepared when it came to such tasks - always having an array of gifts on hand. And then, when their birthday rolled out, she ended up going out and buying something entirely different. As she moved along the guided pathways, she stopped, pausing a few booths until she found herself standing to a familiar blonde. “Margot,” she looked over at her, eyes widening. “it’s been ages,” she smiled, setting down the necklace she was looking at. “And don’t you look fantastic.” 

[margotchambers]

For as long as Margot could remember, Pride had always been a time of year that meant the most to her. She loved the good vibes of literally everyone while they were all practically dying in the heat of summer time. Shockingly, it wasn’t a sarcastic kind of love either. It was an event that brought out the happiest of spirits, no matter what hell Margot was going through in her life. Plus, there were always more than enough fun vendors and booths for her to peruse for hours. Today’s vendor winner was absolutely all the different craft sections. Margot was the kind of person that adopted a hobby and then immediately poured her absolute all into it… for a solid three months before never going back again. Crafting was definitely something that could be fun to pick up. Thankfully, Margot’s train wreck of a thought process was interrupted by a familiar voice. “Julia Carlyle,” Margot practically announced with a wide and toothy grin as she turned her attention completely to the blonde. Crafts could wait. “Look in a mirror, J!” The laughter fell easily from her lips as her smile grew wider. “First of all, pick that back up and buy it before I buy it for you. It’s to die for.” As she spoke, Margot’s hands reach out to gather one of Julia’s in her own. “Seriously, it’s so nice to see you. Tell me everything - what have you been up to? What’s the best thing you’ve seen today?” There she was, talkative as ever.

[spencermccann-archive]

starter for @margotchambers​ -

Spencer rolled up and waited for Margot for exactly fifteen seconds before texting her something impatient. She needed a fucking drink. Between the move, the house, the new stupid job she was looking to either cut someone or down a drink at record speed. Her Shelby rumbled and she turned down the music when Margot opened the door. “I need a drink, I need one now.” Coming from Vegas to this rinkie-dink town made Spencer want to scream. It was supposed to be a nice transition, but not being able to work the way she wanted to, how she wanted to, was annoying.

[margotchambers]

“I’m coming!” Margot all but screamed out of her front door whenever she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She knew exactly what the text was. Spencer had always been the most impatient person in the world, but it worked with their friendship. It was like their crazy intertwined beautifully with one another, which was exactly the energy that Margot was needing in her life right now. Ever since Asher had moved into her house, Margot’s days had turned into her tip toeing around the halls, trying not to rile up anything she didn’t understand about what the woman was going through. She was trying her damnedest to be ‘a good man in a storm’ but everything felt like a complete and utter failure. Which was where drinks with Spencer came in. Margot locked her door before she was speed walking towards Spencer’s car. “You’re so freakin’ annoying,” she murmured to her friend, but it was all made better with the effortless smile on her lips. “Don’t let me just drink wine tonight, got it?” She asked as she climbed into the front seat of Spencer’s car. To make her overdramatic entrance better, she leaned across the center console and kissed Spencer’s cheek with a grin. It really was nice having her back in Providence Peak. Social media friendships were always a level of pathetic that Margot hated.

[safiyaxkhalil]

She was damn near close to losing her mind. She kept on trying to figuring what would be the best way to ask Emmett out on a date and what exactly they could do on said date. Yet everything she thought about either seemed not enough or just too much. Calling in reinforcements, Safiya tried to stay calm about this. That was truly easier said than down. “I swear, I feel like a teenager again,” she groaned, falling back into her couch. Spread out allover her coffee table were papers covered up on ideas. Realistically, Saf knew what he liked and what would make him happy. Yet at the same time, she wanted to do something special for him. Groaning once more, she rubbed her face before looking at the blonde. “What if it doesn’t make him happy? What if he says no and we don’t even get to do this? I’ve wasted so much time already, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case… I have no idea what to do, Go.”

CLOSED STARTER: at safiya’s place // @margotchambers​

[margotchambers]

If someone had told Margot that she would be situated on the floor of her brother’s ex girlfriend’s place, she would have laughed… and probably thrown an absolute temper tantrum about such a heinous accusation. Margot had been anti-Saf for so long, it almost felt unreal for her to be settling back into a friendship as easily as she was with the older woman. It spoke volumes about the level of adoration that Margot had always harbored for her though, so she couldn’t be completely shocked. “You’re being gross again,” Margot chimed with a roll of her eyes before she was looking back at the complete and total wreck occupying Saf’s coffee table. It was like the date gods had thrown up all over the woman’s place at this point. And dear Lord, she was spiraling again. “Saf,” she whined, puffing out her lower lip as she pouted and kept her attention. “First of all, I specifically remember saying that your last pity party was the last one.” She paused for a moment, more for the dramatic flare it added to the conversation than anything else. “And secondly, trust me. I’ve had to see Emmett’s stupid puppy dog eyes come back every single time you’ve been brought up in conversation for like, ever. He’s totally going to love any idea you have,” she explained with a hopeful smile. She moved to sit up more on the floor, grabbing one of the more extravagant ideas that Saf had had. “Except this. Maybe don’t do this. Em just… I have a good feeling about this, you know?” Sure, Parent Trapping her brother with the help of his ex girlfriend probably wasn’t the best look for Margot, but then again, she looked good in anything - crazy or not.

[margotchambers]

( closed starter for @asherfranklin​ )

Margot was not the kind of person that ever struggled to sleep. She was typically asleep no later than 10pm and slept soundly until her alarm was blaring her awake at 6am. She had always been a creature of habit - until she got a roommate. Asher living with her had always been a dream of Margot’s, but the situation surrounding why it was happening was definitely not something that was ever included in her dream. Margot spent most of her nights lying awake and worrying about the state of her best friend. She was the kind of person that had a literal career in the world of helping people better themselves and here she was, doing everything in her power to ignore why Asher was living with her. It wasn’t good, but what else was she supposed to do? For once, Margot didn’t have the answers.

However, in the middle of a mental spiral, Margot heard noises coming from down the hallway and immediately sat up in her bed. Was… Asher crying? Or screaming? Or… what the heck was that? Peeling back the covers from her body, Margot made quick work of exiting her bedroom and making the short journey to Asher’s room. “Ash,” she whispered into the darkness, trying to get her eyes to focus faster than they were. “Are you okay?” Her voice sounded so tiny and fragile, which was perfect for matching her general emotion around Asher lately, and Margot hoped with everything in her that she wasn’t walking in on something she desperately didn’t want to see.

[margotchambers]

noahfielding​:

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Nine times out of ten in life, Noah was probably late to just about every meeting she had scheduled. With Margot, however, it had never been the case. She looked forward to seeing the woman, enjoyed their time together, and surprisingly made the effort to show up on time and in some cases even early to any of their appointments. Now that they were regularly hanging out outside of the office, it was even easier to wake up and get out of Molly’s apartment so she could make it over on time. With her usual rowdy flair, Noah pushed open the door to Margot’s office, probably causing more noise than was entirely necessary. “Miss Chambers. Always an absolute and utter pleasure,” she greeted, making her way over to take a seat across from Margot at her desk. The temptation to greet her more intimately was always there, but Margot was good about maintaining those boundaries when it came to their professional relationship. 

Noah kicked back and made herself comfortable, a brow lifting with interest as Margot shut her office door behind them. That wasn’t her usual, but Noah wasn’t complaining about it either. “Now, that is a very wild guess. Can’t imagine a time I didn’t follow the rules,” Noah joked, snorting softly before letting her shoulders lift in a casual shrug. “I’ve mostly followed them. Generally. Wouldn’t want to disappoint you by not giving you something to fix.” Noah did a pretty good job following any of the plans that Margot set out for her most days and the days that her diet didn’t quite line up with what it should, she worked out hard enough to hopefully make up for it. Really, her only big downfall when it came to her diet was the drinking. “You alright today?” Though, yes, the session was meant to be about her and her nutrition program, she always asked after Margot, checking in on the woman before they got too deeply into anything serious.

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“Likewise, Miss Fielding,” Margot chimed back with a subtle nod of her head. For the first time since arriving at work this morning, she felt like she could breathe a little bit easier. Noah was the kind of person that made things like that easy. While they had been on a countless number of dates lately, Margot had come to fancy the kind of silent banter they could have with one another. They didn’t talk about the serious things in life. Sure, they talked about deeper topics whenever it came to the grand scheme of the world, but never their true blue problems. Everything was always happy go lucky and sunny days in each other’s presence, which was exactly how Margot was wanting things to be. Especially with everything that was going horribly wrong with Asher. She might have been emotionally tied up in her home life, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t mindlessly flirt with someone like Noah, someone special enough.

Margot folded her hands on top of her desk after she sat back down, eyes glazing over at Noah’s lines being thrown around. She really was a very cool person, which only fueled Margot in keeping her around. “Remember, I hate the word ‘fix’. I’m bettering your lifestyle,” she delivered with a cheesy grin placed on her lips. Truthfully, all of the nutrition go to one liner’s had never been something that Margot used seriously with Noah. It was no use, especially given the blasé manner in which Noah saw things. She wasn’t even sure if the woman would be listening to her if there weren’t... extra perks to the task at hand. You alright? It was a simple question, but one that Margot still wasn’t necessarily sure how she was supposed to respond to. Instead, she just nodded her head with a smile that was much smaller than the one she had been doting moments before. “I’m fine, just a tough morning. Better now that you’re here though,” Margot chimed, tilting her head to the side as she took in the woman before her. It was always tricky having her in the office, especially with the added privacy of the door being closed. God, why had she done that? “But that... does not matter. This is your appointment. Is there anything we need to discuss about this past week’s goals or shall I just keep piling them on?” 

[margotchambers]

asherfranklin​:

x

Hearing her say no about her leaving, she was confused about what to do. It wasn’t like she had somewhere else to go, but she was a little thankful that she would keep her there. But still, she didn’t want this to be uncomfortable. “Mar… I can go. It’s okay.” She said softly and she wiped her tears away. Her hands where shaking and she was unsure what to do right now. “We… We wouldn’t be done for good.” Unless she wanted to be done. She was pushing people away, sure, but she didn’t know if that would happen with Margot. But then again, it happened with Sage and that’s why she was crashing at Margot’s. That and other reasons. She felt the tears come up and she looked at her. “It’s easier for me. It’s easier if I push you all away than you guys seeing how shitty I am and that you don’t actually want me in your lives. It’s easier if it’s on my terms.” She said and shrugged. “Look at me. I’m so messed up, I have turned to drugs to make myself feel better. For a moment. Only to feel shitty again the next. You can’t do this and I get it, but I don’t want to stop.”

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“You’re not leaving,” Margot said, the conviction alone in her voice making it obvious that she was being serious. Asher had always been someone that got a free pass in Margot’s eyes. If she did something that bothered her, Margot ignored it. If she did something reckless, Margot ignored it and was there to help her through the mess. If she hurt her feelings, Margot didn’t dwell on it. But this? Drug use? She wasn’t sure if this was something that could be ignored. “We’re human beings, everyone is shitty.” There had been moments in Margot’s life that she didn’t even like to reflect on. Albeit it be her crazy, psychotic nature coming out and driving someone away or just her undeniable ability to cause a scene whenever her emotions spiked. She knew that she wasn’t easy to be around, but she cherished the people that still wanted her around. Why couldn’t Asher see that Margot was the last person that was going to let her lip away? However, nothing could prepare her for the metaphorical record scratching halt that her life was coming to. I don’t want to stop. The words danced around her brain and were enough to make Margot exhale heavily from her nose. Yeah, she was frustrated. “So, what’s that mean? You’re just going to be the new friendly cocaine addict now?” Margot knew that her words were harsh, but her patience with the moment was fading. They were supposed to be embarking on this new, exciting phase in the friendship - the graduation to something more - but instead, this was happening. “I’m not going anywhere, but I just need to know what I’m going to be coming home to.” She could feel her defenses rising, but she couldn’t help it.

[margotchambers]

emmett-chambers​:

It had been a long day at work and Emmett was tired and ready to sit down on the couch with a beer and his dog and just relax for the evening. He was looking through his fridge to see what he had to drink when he heard the front door open. He already knew it had to be one of his sisters since no one else just let themselves in like that and his money was on Margot since he assumed Clove would have knocked. “I’m in the kitchen!” He called out, grabbing a cold beer from the back and cracking it open as he turned to see Margot stepping into the room. “Hey…so you are alive.” He raised a brow at her. She’d been ignoring his texts lately and hadn’t answered when he’d called to invite her over for dinner the other night and if she were anyone else he might have been worried but Margot had a tendency to do this. But then he caught the glimmer of a tear in her eye and set his drink down on the counter as he stepped around the island to put a hand on her cheek. “Hey, hey…what’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

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Margot wasn’t sure what the hell she had been thinking with coming to Emmett’s house. If she was truly trying to disassociate herself from the mess, it simply wasn’t the best to land herself in front of the person she had always had a hard time lying to. Margot could sometimes be painfully honest with her brother, but it was only because of the mutual respect between the two of them, not to mention all of the hard times they had gone through with one another. “I’m alive,” she offered, her tone of voice sounding just as pathetic as she felt. It wasn’t until Emmett was nearing closer and offering up his stupid brotherly touch that Margot felt herself unraveling. “I’m okay, I’m fine,” she said with a sad laugh, but the tears started to fall out of her eyes were defeating the purpose of her words. She groaned softly, the sound clearly showing how frustrated she was before she was literally stomping her foot like a child. “Have you talked to Asher lately?” God, she felt like she was about to tell on her best friend. Maybe Emmett knew though. He was Sage’s best friend, after all. He had to know. 

[margotchambers]

asherfranklin​:

x

She stopped and just looked at her. She hated that this was how they were going to be because of her stupidity. “I… I’m sorry.” She stammered. “I know I screwed up. This is exactly why I’ve stayed away, but I didn’t want to be alone. And I never meant to do this like this, but it came out. It doesn’t change that I want to keep doing this with you.” She said and looked at her with pleading eyes. But their eyes weren’t meeting, and she honestly couldn’t blame the other. “Why? Why can’t I?” She asked with tears streaming down her face. She hated the way she was feeling and hated the way she was dealing with it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to forget, no matter how much she wanted to. She was going to have to deal with all this even as she didn’t want to. She looked at the baggie in her best friend’s hands and wanted to reach for it, but was scared. “I… I don’t know what to do.” She swallowed and looked down. “I’ll get my stuff. I’ll go. I’m… I’m sorry.”

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If Margot were a crappier person, she would have already sent the ‘SOS’ text to Sage, requesting pick up of her little sister immediately. But Margot was nothing but supportive, in all the dumb ways, whenever it came to Asher. She might not have wanted her to touch her or come anywhere near her in the moment, but it didn’t mean she was giving up. She might have been at a loss for words, but she felt herself springing into action whenever she heard Asher trying to leave. As if. “No.” The word came out easily as Margot cleared her throat, trying to logically think things through in her mind. She hardly understood the first thing about addiction or drugs or anything of the sort, but Margot was a resilient beast in the face of hardships. It was how she had been able to handle being at her brother’s bedside whenever he returned home. “You’re still staying here.” She wanted to sink low and ask where else she even had to go, but that was her anger talking and from the look of Asher, she wasn’t really needing anymore harsh words about Margot’s disapproval on the matter. “Because I’m pretty sure if you walk out right now, we’re done for good and I can’t... do that right now.” She sighed before she was moving the baggie back into her back pocket, needing it out of her face immediately. “You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep pushing everyone away for caring about you and wanting to help you. You can’t.” Margot didn’t even realize the tears brimming her eyes until she was finished speaking, glaring her eyes to the microwave in the corner. 

[margotchambers]

(closed starter for @noahfielding​)

For a person that prided herself on being positive and upbeat at all times, Margot was severely letting her reputation down. Ever since the events of the last week had transpired, she felt like a lunatic that was wearing normal human being clothes. She wasn’t even sure how she was able to make it through her work days whenever she knew that Asher was at her house, probably thinking about doing a lot of horrible, drug related things to herself. It made her sick and crazy in the head, but at least there were some clients of Margot’s that would be able to steer her mind in a better direction.

Like Noah Fielding. 

Margot smiled as she glanced down at her schedule, seeing that Noah was due to be in her office at any second. Since going on their date, the pair had seen each other a couple of times, each time always being better than the last. Noah was fun. She was entertaining and witty and kept Margot on her toes. And also, a fairly decent human being to be around. She might have lived her life differently than herself, but if anything, that just upped the whole hot, mysterious vibe that Margot had clocked in her the second they met. Like clockwork, Margot’s office door was opening and Noah was coming inside. A smile placed itself neatly on her lips as she tilted her head. “Hi Noah,” she chimed, feeling herself perking up a lot more. Noah was the type that didn’t want anything serious and right now, serious was the last thing that Margot could handle - but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun. Secret, behind closed doors kind of fun, of course. Margot stood before she was leaning over her desk to shut the door to her office, effectively breaking the rules that she had put in place about being in her office together. Hell, who cared at this point? “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you haven’t been following the rules.”

[margotchambers]

(closed starter for @emmett-chambers​)

Margot Chambers had always been a vicious creature of habit. She had her strict gym schedule, her diligently planned meal prep, her near daily dosage of family time, and the buffer of getting to relax with her dog, Homer, every single night. If there was a kink thrown into her life, her habits severely suffered - which was exactly what Margot was in the middle of. After dealing with everything involving Asher’s bad habits in life, Margot had started slipping. Her gym routine was nearly cut in half, she was drinking more wine, she had been screening her phone calls and text messages from her siblings, and worst of all, Homer was getting on her last goddamn nerve lately. Everything felt like it was too much, but especially as Margot was leaving work. She couldn’t go home and back into the same routine of handling her emotions around Asher, controlling her unruly dog, and trying to act like she wasn’t going crazy - so instead, she made her way over to her brother’s house.

It wasn’t the best decision, especially given how much she had been ignoring him lately, but she was trying her hardest right now.

She didn’t even bother knocking on the door whenever she arrived at Emmett’s house, striding inside of his safe place and greeting his dog. It wasn’t until she found him in the kitchen that it felt like her world was crumbling around her. “Hey Em,” she offered, her eyes already brimming with the tears she was mentally kicking herself for having. Things were a lot easier to manage whenever she wasn’t standing in front of her big brother. “Can I just hang out here for a little bit?”

[margotchambers]

asherfranklin​:

x

“Margot, please.” She said and looked at her. She didn’t want things to be like this. She didn’t want to fight. She wanted to forget this was happening. “We don’t have to cancel anything. Just please.” She begged and stopped as she looked at her. “Of course we mean something.” She promised her and the tears just lined her eyes. She hated that this was happening. She hated that these questions were being asked. Especially the last one. “Y-Yes, but it doesn’t matter.” She moved closer to her. “I have wanted to kiss you for a long time. Who cares what got me to this point?” She asked and looked into her eyes. She knew the answer and she was regretting saying any of this. “I don’t want to talk about it. I want to forget about it. I don’t want to feel this way anymore and the drugs help me. You have been helping me too. I just… I want to stop feeling this pain.”

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As Asher moved closer to her, Margot took a step back. “I need you to not do that right now,” she whispered, shaking her head for a moment as she tried to piece everything together in her mind. Had there even been a moment where Asher wasn’t high whenever they were spending time together in the last couple of days? She wanted to smile and feel happy about Asher admitting to wanting to do that for a while, but the happiness wasn’t connecting - not with the new information laying before her. “I care, Ash. I care about what got you to the point. And knowing what it was? I don’t like it. I wish we could... take it back.” Her words came out quickly and before she knew it, Margot was looking anywhere but at Asher’s face. She didn’t regret anything whenever it came to her best friend, but she would be a liar if she said it didn’t hurt. But Asher was hurting too, that’s where everything was stemming from, after all. “You can’t just forget about it though,” she offered, feeling her anger being replaced with a deeper seeded sense of sadness. Asher practically had no one but her right now, not with how she had been near professionally pushing everyone away. With a hard swallow, Margot was running her fingers through her hair to try and center herself. “I am always going to be here if you need to forget or you want to talk or you need to... I dunno, break dishes or something stupid like that. But I can’t do this,” she said, bringing the baggie out from her back pocket and dangling it between her fingers in front of Asher. “I can’t let you sink that far. Not in front of me.”

[margotchambers]

searlaitflanagan​:

…

The familiarity that came with interacting with most people at The Jagged Yard was usually enough to improve Charlie’s mood outright— it seemed to be a particular talent of Margot’s to dial that up to eleven and she found herself smiling broadly at the sound of the nickname she hadn’t heard in quite some time given how little of the other woman she’d been able to see of late. That, she assumed, was likely something that could have been avoided if she’d had her shit a little more together but she was working on it and Margot never seemed to hold it against her if they had to go a while without seeing one another– they were still friends. “Did you get an insane new client or something?” Charlie asked, already moving to pour Margot a fairly expensive glass of wine Charlie would likely make it a point to pay for as a treat for her friend. “Me?” Blue eyes widened slightly as Charlie processed the question; she wasn’t surprised to have been asked but it seemed like a lot to explain in the span of a couple of hours or however long Margot could tolerate the bar that night. “I’ve been okay, babe. Cross my heart. I’m a month and…” She trailed off, counting on her fingers dramatically as if she’d forgotten exactly how many days she’d been clean so far. “Nineteen days clean right now. It’s not really my high score but it’s a start,” She joked dryly, an easy quirk of her lips following the comment. “I went home for a couple weeks, though– back to New York. Sorry for disappearing on ya– I know my whole small and awkward thing is really easy to miss,” She continued, placing Margot’s drink in front of her with a smile. “It’s on me tonight, okay?”

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“Yeah,” Margot deadpanned as she rested her elbows against the bar top. “I have this new client that just, has the worst habits you could imagine.” Regardless of the dumpster fire that was... whatever was happening between her and Asher, she was hardly the type that would air her best friend’s dirty laundry. Asher could look her in the eye and tell her that she never wanted to see her again, and she would still take the secrets shared between them to the grave. It was the kind of person she was - but she was also a petty person, so venting about her hardships while also keeping the identity of said person hands off? It was like, a really effective coping mechanism for Margot. Her eyes followed the way that Charlie was pouring the glass of wine, almost swearing that she could hear the liquid calling out for her. Maybe Margot understood why people had their unhealthy vices, especially with the amount of stress she was feeling and how easily she knew she could forget about them with a couple glasses of wine. “Charlie,” Margot began as she smiled easily at Charlie’s willingness to talk about her journey to sobriety. “I think that’s a killer high score, if you ask me.” God, what was she doing? Was everyone an addict? What the hell? However, there was nothing but good things and positive vibes to feel about Charlie’s absence, both in her life and in Providence Peak. “Was it nice being home?” She asked, knowing for damn certain that she wasn’t anywhere near the place to be talking about Charlie’s own addiction. Maybe that made her a selfish person, which was exactly why she was graciously taking the drink with a massive smile on her lips. “This is why you’re my favorite,” she whispered, leaning closer before she stared Charlie down. “If you tell Sage that, I will hurt your feelings and I really don’t want to do that.” It was an empty threat, of course. Margot was sure that could be told by the smile on her face... or that could seem really eerie and like she was having an infamous Margot Chambers Mega Bitch Moment. She sprinkled a laugh onto the end of her sentence to make sure the vibes remained good and light. 

[airfierce-deactivated20201208]

I was right.

[margotchambers]

(closed starter for @calliopedumont​)

Margot Chambers had always been a loyal and passionate member of Peak Fitness. The establishment was one of her first places to visit in the mornings, eager to get her muscles moving in ways that she couldn’t believe. However, there were some days and some tensions building deep inside of her body that even Peak Fitness couldn’t help - which was why she was always grateful for the true Providence Peak greatness - Humming Bee. It was a yoga studio and while most people believed all yoga studios were the same, it was just simply a lie. There was something about the environment and energy that always got Margot back in tune with herself, which was what she was desperately needing as of lately. But, that also meant that her focus was on herself and only herself. “I swear to God I wasn’t ignoring you,” Margot said as she rushed up to Callie, clocking her from across the room whenever the end of the session was called. Margot opened her water bottle before she was taking a hearty sip from it. “You know, yoga-ing gets intense sometimes. How are you? Oh my God wait how are you? How is wedding planning? When is it? Are you excited?” So maybe yoga hadn’t cured her entirely, but she was working on it.

[margotchambers]

asherfranklin​:

x

“God, no!” She said and gave her a look. “Please, Margot. I don’t… I don’t want to fight about this. I want us to have a good night.” She basically begged her. She wanted things to go back to before she found the baggie. She wanted things to be better. She looked at her and shook her head. “No, no. Please… this… us, it does mean something.” But what? She wanted this before everything. She had thought about it. But she wasn’t in the right place to know what she was feeling. When she wasn’t high, all she felt was her depression. When she was high, she was chasing after things to make her keep feeling that way. Like kissing and being with someone. And that unfortunately was what was happening with Margot. She watched as Margot slipped the bag into her pocket and she shook her head. “Wait, no. Please. I need it. I need it for when you’re not here.” She begged and followed her into the kitchen. “You don’t understand what I’m going through.”

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“I wanted us to have a good night too,” Margot began, her voice far too calm for the situation at hand. It was why whenever she made eye contact and smiled, the expression wasn’t connecting for her eyes. “I had big plans tonight but then I found drugs in your purse so. I guess we’re cancelling some things.” Margot wanted to scream at Asher and cry and tell her every single dream that she had ruined just from the stupid baggie being in her purse, but she was right there alongside Asher - she didn’t want to fight about it. She would, in a heart beat, but she didn’t want to. “We mean something?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she swallowed harshly, trying to will her anger to slide down her throat as well. This was a slippery slope, and she knew it. If Asher was doing drugs, seriously doing drugs, it was going to take a whole lot more than Margot getting mad at her to help. “Then answer this - were you high the other night when we kissed?” The question came out quickly, and suddenly, Margot wasn’t sure if she wanted to be a bearer of this information. Margot wasn’t sure if she even wanted to know what the answer was anymore. “Don’t.” The word came out harshly as Margot turned around quickly, staring down her best friend. She shook her head a couple of times, trying to gain her footing. “Don’t treat me like that. I know you’re going through a lot. I don’t get it personally, but don’t act like I’m someone that can’t try to understand. If you would talk to me.” It was a low blow, especially with how much she knew why Asher had been ignoring her the past couple of weeks - until the other night. 

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open starter where: ‘The Hideout’ @providencepeakstarters​

When he had been younger, Eric had never seen himself taking over his parents’ café and diner. He simply wasn’t as likeable as them and definitely not as sociable. His mother had spent hours behind the counter or even at the tables, talking to everyone and still managing to take all the orders. Whereas Eric on the other hand was mostly glad if he was left in peace. Of course, there were times that he had to admit that he had actually grown to like this place, or at least not hate it anymore, but today wasn’t one of those days. “Hey, as much as i’d love to know more about that high score you’re trying to beat, I’m afraid not everybody wants to listen to those sounds of that game..”, he addressed a teenage boy in a pretty sarcastic voice before turning his head towards another costumer who sat at the other side of the counter. “Sorry, what…?”

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Margot loved her hometown. Sure, sometimes it seemed like a soul sucking dimension of Hell, but it was nice, most of the time. It helped that Providence Peak was home to so many privately owned, family businesses - like the Hideout. It was a place that Margot could remember going to with her family whenever she was younger, and seemed to only get better as she grew up alongside it. However, today’s visit was being tremendously altered by some snot nosed teenager playing on the arcade games. Margot liked to believe she was a level headed person (she wasn’t) and someone who would never cause a scene (she had and would do it again) but the constant noises were really starting to mess with her vibe. “Oh my God, thank you,” Margot mumbled under her breath whenever someone was bringing attention to the sound and effectively bringing it to a halt. She glanced over and rested her eyes on Eric before offering him a small smile. “I was starting to not even be able to hear myself think,” she explained, her tone of voice almost a little too loud as she glanced over at the teenager that had just been redirected away from deafening the customers of the Hideout. “Hi, by the way.” She offered, a far too sunny disposition suddenly appearing in her aura. It scared her how quickly her moods could change - scared her because it was so impressive.

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She released a breath and she shook her head. “It’s not that big of deal.” She lied more. She knew it was. Of course it was. It was always going to be until she got help, but she didn’t want to lose her friend. She couldn’t lose her best friend. She was going to stay something when she was asked if she was high right now. She had took some earlier, but she was sure it had wore off. “No. I mean, I had some earlier today, but I think it’s out of my system.” She really wasn’t sure how things worked. She just took it when she felt like she needed it. Like now. She felt that way now. “Margot, please. I’m fine.” She took a deep breath and released a tear. “I… just need it to forget for a bit. Everything just builds up and it gets so hard. I just need to forget sometimes. It means nothing.”

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It’s not a big deal. Margot couldn’t even stop herself from letting out an exhaled chuckle at the string of words Asher had pieced together. “You’re doing cocaine, but yeah, sure! Not a big deal! What else is going on in your life, Asher? Did you just, casually hold up the bank on Fifth Street during my lunch break?” Margot knew that she was diving into the realm of being a petty mess, but truthfully, she felt like her entire world was getting thrown upside down. For an entire week, the pair had been going deeper and deeper into a hole that Margot sunk herself in years ago. They were never supposed to be a thing, and the second that they were finally becoming one, Asher was doing fucking drugs. “It looks like a lot of things don’t mean anything anymore,” she said with a nodding of her head before she was taking the small baggie of the white substance and removing it from Asher’s purse. “It means nothing, so I’ll just get rid of this, thanks. I owe you twenty bucks.” Without saying much else, Margot was tossing Asher’s purse back onto the couch before she was slipping the baggie into her back pocket. She made the strides to get their pizza before she was moving into the kitchen. If Asher wanted to act like it was nothing, then Margot was going to make damn sure it was nothing.