#stringsonmyguitar

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@stringsonmyguitar​ requested a starter!

“So I’m not gonna go crazy and streak through the football field or something if I smoke this right?” Gwen felt stupid asking him the question, honestly, after-all it was just weed. She’d promised herself and the few people that actually cared about her in this shit town that she wouldn’t drink anymore after it happened. She kept her promise too, for a little while anyway. She told herself at first that a shot of whiskey at night before bed wouldn’t hurt. Then it started turning into two shots a night, then four and now she was sitting comfortably on half a bottle before bed and the rest in the morning. Did she feel like shit for it? Of course. Hence what led her to timidly approach Elliot, only because at the last party she’d managed to get roped into, she’d seen him smoking with a few of the other kids. There were other avenues of forgetting everything for a while besides drinking and she hadn’t promised to not peek down those roads. She like a fucking dweeb walking up to him while the halls were empty thanks to everyone being in their classes and asking if she could buy anything from him. A short conversation later and now they ditching beneath the football field’s bleachers and she was holding a joint in her hand. She kept looking between it and him like if she took her eyes off of it for even a few moments it’d morph into a needle of heroin or something. It was silly, really, that she of all people would be so terrified of doing drugs. Alcohol felt more...tangible, somehow, a sure-fire thing where she always knew the risks and effects. A few hours of forgetting that was miserable, blacking out and waking up in her bed, or the couch, or the front lawn ( wherever she landed that night ). 

That was drinking, that was safe, but drugs? A completely unknown realm to her.

[leftbehiind]

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lexi’s been seeing elliot more and more often lately. the observer’s making her way into her own story, but she doesn’t quite know how to proceed. she’s reconnected with rue and subsequently jules, but she hasn’t gotten to know elliot the same way. perhaps that’s why he’s the perfect candidate. the four are hanging out together when jules and rue decide to dip. well, there’s no time like the present. lexi’s eyes look over to elliot as she takes a deep breath. “ hey, so. i, uh, have a kind of proposition for you. ”

[depressedinthebath]

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Her eyes hadn’t shifted from the window, looking out as if by some act of god Rue would get back in the car, even as they drove. A finger raised to trace a line through the print her breath had made against it, the sigh echoing louder in her head than it really made a sound. Everything felt so DIFFICULT, as though she were chasing some sort of lackluster dream in thinking she could be happy or that it would last longer than a fleeting moment, one perhaps this time she deserved.

“I don’t want to go home,” her voice was quiet, still not turning to look out the window. “Fuck,” another sigh, Jules running her fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@stringsonmyguitar​ asked:  [ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before ( for jules )

Jules rustles in the bed, not quite pushing her eyes all the way open, the weight of them impossible to lift. She groans and presses her face into the nearest surface, a shoulder soft and surprisingly muscular. Inhaling the crisp, fresh scent of weed and musk. “Hmmm--Mer,” she exclaims against him. She sighs, as though a breath will bring back what she’s forgotten, help her rise from her bed.

“What--happened?” She mumbles in a fried, crackling voice. Her eyes flutter open and focus on the bleached tips of his hair. She stares for a long moment before pulling more of her body onto him. “Are you at least gonna make breakfast?” She pouts, angry at the pounding of the sun in her eyes.

[equalopportunityeviltemptress]

smash or pass 🧎

"You're asking me if I'd fuck you?" Penelope lets out an amused chuckle, then tilts her head to the side as she gives Elliot a once over, pretending as if she's really putting thought into her answer. She already knows her answer— which is that she would, but it's a little more complicated than that. But fuck it, he asked her directly and she might as well answer honestly. "I'd have to say... smash." She gives him a coy smile, deciding not to elaborate as reaches over to snatch the joint he had just taken a hit from.

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@stringsonmyguitar​ cont from x

Jules reclines on the couch with Elliot, a smile on her face cause like, who would agree to such a cheesy plan just to spend time with her? She is fully prepared to shit talk and reaches for the popcorn. She tosses pieces one by one into her mouth as she hums thoughtfully on the question. Eventually, she shakes her head. “Mmmm, no. Like maybe if you squint but, he’s also very hairy and not in a nice way,” she assesses. A hairy manly man could pull it off, if he was pretty enough, but Mark Ruffalo just wasn’t. “What do you think?” She asks, still loving having a guy she could talk about this stuff with. 

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@stringsonmyguitar​ asked:  muse A is trying to get over an ex and muse B is known to prefer casual hookups rather than dating so muse A approaches them for rebound sex.  as expected,  they say yes.  however,  muse B has secretly been harboring feelings for them.  - muse A is jules and muse B is elliot?

“Are we still on for our hang out tonight?” Jules asked, putting all her focus on Elliot as Rue walked by. She had been trying not to text the girl since Rue told her to leave her alone, only sending the occasional encouraging message. She felt like utter shit but the cute boy with the face tattoos who made her feel safe helped to distract her from the pain in her gut as her ex walked by. Her therapist told her this wasn’t a healthy way to deal. But maybe, healthy just wasn’t in the cards for her.

“I just need to blow off a little steam, get dressed up. Ooohhh, we can go dancing before we go back to your place,” she suggested, leaning in to playfully run her hand along his arm. Open plans with people she trusted were the only thing getting her by right now and Elliot was the top name on her list.

[leftbehiind]

CONTINUED FROM here.

sat with her back against a brick wall, lexi feels like she could finally breathe. being the youngest howard sister was hard for her. how could anyone measure up to cassie howard ? she can’t hear anything except for the clacking of her keyboard as she typed feverishly. what else can she do other than write what happened ? it was her way of processing.

although she hears footsteps approaching, she doesn’t assume they belong to anyone who knows her. what surprises her is elliot’s voice of all people. eyes look up to meet his, perfectly practiced smile on her features. “ uh, yeah. why wouldn’t i be ? ”