i've been scared of crowded places.

i wanna get you in my spaces, i wanna t a k e you different places. i know the touring is romantic, i know you see me as a frantic girl. but i can give you what you want... selective indie multi-muse written by dani. mun & muses are 18+. pls read my rules.

[dongwookss]

dove cameron for the golden globes  

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lcveology:

        even though imani all but irradiated sweetness and understanding, cecilia still seemed determined to find a way to sink further into the couch, wishing it would just swallow her whole at once. it was a little screwed up that what bothered her the most, before anything else, was admitting what had been done to her – the betrayal stung, more than she knew it could, but the shame of telling someone else about it surpassed any other feeling, as unfair as it was. the girl’s fingers searching for her own finally brought her gaze back to imani, even if for a second, unable to hide the worry in her widened eyes at what she was saying. truthfully, she wasn’t happy – she was determined to get there, to be part of a couple that could go through something like this and come out stronger, but the overwhelming insecurity and anxiety had been impossible to shake off so far. being this miserable and lonely in her own relationship was far from ideal. a little laugh fell from her lips, head shaking at imani’s statement. cecilia appreciated the sentiment, and she did think maybe the other didn’t mean it as lip service, but she couldn’t really buy what she was saying. “c’mon, mani, i’m not… i’m just me, you know? he could be doing a lot worse, sure, but i’m not exactly out of his league.” not getting down on herself was an exercise and a challenge in itself, and cecilia’s lips parted to let out a deep sigh, looking a bit like a deer in the headlights when the other placed herself in her line of sight but not breaking eye contact. “he’s not small,” she said, and this time the tiny smile she cracked was a bit more genuine, appreciative at imani’s attempt to cheer her up. “i do wish he was a little more attentive, sometimes… i don’t know.” her shoulders raised in an uncertain shrug, threading lightly just because it was a difficult subject to broach. “i’ve never been one of those girls who just fake it to make their guy feel better, but i didn’t want to make him feel inadequate either.”

the saddest bit of all was that cecilia believed every word that she said. imani could see it in the down-turned eyes, the unsure laugh, the small bobbing of her shoulders that constituted a shrug. she could see it because, once upon a time, they had been imani’s thoughts, too; thoughts about herself that took most of her adolescence to shake off. as she watched the girl beside her navigate her own insecurities, she felt utterly helpless. there was no way to convince cecilia that her words weren’t patronizing. even as she had spoken them, she’d imagined derision in her own tone. but those words were true. when imani looked at cecilia, she saw only the best. although that sentiment reflected the girl’s nature above all, the superficial fact was that she was beautiful on the outside, too. but there was no way to say that without sounding like an after school special. imani’s eyebrows knitted together and she lightly squeezed the smaller girl’s hand in hers. “baby. just you? just you is more than enough. and trust me, i’ve seen your asshole of a boyfriend. you’re out of his league. and i’m not just saying that as a lesbian, or just as your friend.” she smiled again, a soft, stuttering laugh coming naturally. she averted her own eyes to their entwined hands and she began moving her thumb without thinking, the pad of it now moving in circles over cecilia’s hand as she thought. “trying to think about that won’t help. i know you know him better than i do. obviously. but this wasn’t about anything you’d done. whether he felt inadequate or not was on him. small or not.” the smile flickered back, and she caught cecilia’s eyes. her stomach flipped as she ventured the question that mattered the most. “do you love him?”

[sexualsportswear]

bonus tongue:

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suburbtrash:

“like i would ever accept to go out with you.” the statement was followed by a little scoff. this was the most unprofessional that nasim had been in a very long time, but it was hard to remain cool and collected with a client like alexa, who acted more like a spoiled child than like the adult she was supposed to be. “i don’t dance.” it was the only thing nasim could blurt out before the girl started to move extremely inappropriately, extremely close to them. it just couldn’t be happening right now. “please st- stop. and never do this again. you will get me in trouble,” nasim blurted out, their voice the slightest bit shaky. the stifling atmosphere of the club and the overwhelming amount of people were not the only reason for nasim to feel hot anymore. body stiff and back straight, they tried their best not to seem too affected, unsure what sort of miracle stopped them from just grabbing alexa and dragging her out of the club. “i need you to stop… dancing, if really you can call that dancing, so i can take you home and make sure you don’t do another stupid thing.”

alexa wasn’t too concerned with the sort of trouble that nasim would be in, were her parents to catch wind of their soirée. as far as she saw it, they were in dire need of some down-time, if only to remove the permanent frown gracing their features. that shit was going to give them wrinkles. so, alexa figured, she was doing them a service, whether they viewed it in such a way or not. “oh but i like doing stupid things,” she said, with a growing smirk. “feel free to take yourself home. i’m good right here. unless you feel like dragging my ass out.” she tilted her head, rising in time with the thrum of the bass. she ended up mere inches from nasim’s face. her eyes darted over the other’s features much easier now. alexa wasn’t the type to chase uninterested parties, but she had to admit; nasim was fucking gorgeous. alex pursed her lips as she returned her gaze to their eyes. “i’d really like to see you try that, actually.”

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sleepwalkcr:

     a moment after it had happened, carolina could see where she was being a bit… annoyingly teenagerish. she never even pegged herself to be that kind of person, but as soon as she confided in imani over her disgusting crush, things just naturally came out of carolina without her intent. being told to chill felt like it was as big of a request as being told to sneeze with her eyes open - impossible to do. nevertheless, carolina gave herself a moment to collect herself as she knelt on her bed and nervously ran her hands through her hair. “i’m ice cold.” carolina couldn’t stop herself from pressing her hands together and holding their sides against the front of her mouth, patiently waiting for imani to read the message while being prepared to muffle whatever noise that would escape from her next. amazingly, it was a message from carolina’s crush and not another message from her aunt asking if that boy carolina kissed when she was seven was still available for her to date. carolina edged closer towards imani as if that would pull more information out of them as she was not at all appreciating the suspense. “and?” now, her phone was being held captive, and carolina thought she was going to throw up from the massive pit that was settled inside her stomach. it had taken a second for imani’s words to really sink in for carolina, and when they did, carolina’s smile stretched far enough that her hands could no longer hide it. “wait, really? can i see?” carolina attempted to reach behind imani for her phone, feeling as though she wouldn’t really believe what was happening until she saw it with her own two eyes. then, it suddenly dawned on her. “wait- two hours? holy snap that’s like… wow, it’s actually happening. how do i look? am i ready? i don’t feel ready. i feel pretty, i do, thanks to you, but am i just feel… this feels way too surreal, you know?” and just like that, carolina’s waiting to be told to chill again.

there was an endless sort of amusement inspired by carolina’s antics. the girl was acting a bit like imani had in sixth grade when she’d had her first real crush. the difference was that imani had been twelve then. of course, as she watched the girl clamber over her own bed and reach for the phone hidden behind imani’s back, a faint smile still crept to imani’s face. so maybe carolina wasn’t twelve, but damn it if there was any way to describe her giddy behavior as anything but adorable. for a brief, strange moment, imani had the urge to keep the phone locked between her fingers and refuse to hand it over. but it passed as quickly as it had appeared, leaving imani with nothing but a stir of strong guilt as she offered the phone up with a raised eyebrow. “okay, one - chill, miss ice cold. two, no seriously, chill. just take a deep breath with me, alright?” she leaned against the frame of carolina’s bed with a soft sigh. “i did good work, true. but i just brought the makeup, babe. you brought the... you.” she watched the other girl quietly with a warm expression before she pushed herself away from the bed and directed her attention to her nails. she felt an overwhelming need to be cavalier about this whole situation. probably, she reasoned, because carolina needed a steady presence in this time of nerves. “don’t overthink it. people go on dates all the time, and most of them suck. if you think about it too hard you’ll screw it up before you even have a chance to figure out if there’s something there. my advice?” she looked back to carolina. “just be yourself. do that and you can’t go wrong. alright?”

[crcwdedplaces]

hey guys!! i’m sorry about being mia, the new semester started and my schedule is freaking insane so i’m trying to settle back in. but i’ll def be back very soon to reply n shit. if you wanna talk or plot in the meantime, my ims are always open!

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lcveology:

        open to f/m/nb. about cecilia. suggested connections: friend, co-worker, friend’s sibling, significant other’s friend, etc. alternate face claim: haley lu richardson // sitting on their couch with her knees pushed up to her chest and a half glass of wine protectively cradled in her hands, cecilia found it hard to really look the other in the eye, despite the lengths they’d gone to make her feel comfortable. it wasn’t exactly an easy subject to approach, to her credit. “i thought i could get over the whole cheating thing, you know? it’s complicated, but we talked and talked and promised to work on our issues and… i don’t know. i thought it would be fine.” being cheated on was a hit to her ego she wasn’t quite equipped to handle, but cecilia hadn’t really thought about what the aftermath would be like. bringing her wine glass to her lips, she downed whatever remained, trying to give herself the strength she needed to continue. “last night he was being really sweet to me. we had a date night and everything. but when we tried to… y’know, do things, i couldn’t really let him touch me. it just felt wrong.” a deep sigh fell from her lips, head shaking lightly at her own admission, still unable to look at the other in the eye. “i can’t stop thinking about this other girl, and feeling like i couldn’t… like i couldn’t compare. it’s stupid.”

although the other girl’s eyes remained staunchly averted, imani’s gaze was unflinching on cecilia. “oh, honey.” the words fell from her lips automatically, dripping with the sympathy. there was disdain to be felt here - namely, the wrenching of imani’s gut every time she considered that cecilia had even attempted to forgive the asshole in question - but that was neither here nor there. maybe a part of her wanted to drop an ‘i told you so,’ but infinitely more powerful was raging anger at the dickhead that had done this to the other girl in the first place. “honey,” she repeated, as she carefully threaded her fingers between cecilia’s. “it’s not stupid. it’s not. but it’s not about you, babe. i know you’re trying to figure things out, and... and if you’re happy, i’m happy. but it’s about him. his... inferiority complex, probably. trust me, you are way out of his league, cece, and i know this isn’t a superficial thing, but you should know that, anyway.” imani licked her lips and slowly moved in front of cece, catching the girl’s eyes by force. she managed a small smile. “i mean, let’s be honest. he’s small, isn’t he? that’s what it always comes down to for men. and that has nothing to do with you.” the joke was ill-borne, but imani’s capacity for handling real shit was embarrassingly low. and judging by the amount of sighs cece was speed-rolling through, this shit was very serious.

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open to: f/nb. about imani. connection: neighbor, step-sibling, etc

IMANI: hi IMANI: this is ur weekly reminder that our walls are thin af IMANI: so i can hear every single one of their fake orgasms IMANI: just some food for thought

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heyo i’m gonna play some old video games for a while, but when i get back i want some shit to do. so this is a reverse starter call! like and i’ll reply to one (or more) of your opens.

[theonlypair]

[juliadalavia]

“i live downstairs from you and your sink pipe has burst and now it’s leaking into my apartment so i go upstairs, knock on your door, and you open it soaking wet so i help you fix it while also trying not to get distracted by the fact that your shirt is now see through” plot au

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sleepwalkcr:

OPEN ( females, nonbinary / inspo )

     "i don’t even know why you’re helping me pick out an outfit already. they hadn’t even said yes yet to a date.” a playful huff escaped from carolina’s being as she lazily reached for her phone, turning it around to confirm that, yep, still no new notifications from her crush. she was trying not to hover, as told, but carolina couldn’t help herself. her heart fluttered whenever she saw their name flash across her screen. but if it wasn’t for the other’s help, she’d reply with nothing but laughing crying emojis. “what if they say no?” the female asked, suddenly doubtful, as she sat up on her bed. it didn’t take long for carolina’s self doubt to embed itself within her conscience. after staring at her phone for a moment too long, she pushed the textbook off of her lap and unlocked her phone’s home screen. “you know what i’m just… gonna quickly back out. say it was for the wrong person. say that they… oh my god.” the phone went flying out of her hand, towards the foot of their bed, the vibration catching her off guard. “was that them? did they reply? read it for me, i don’t want to see it.”

imani’s attention moved from the discarded phone, now resting on the floor, back to the girl on the bed. she broke out into a grin. “you done now?” her eyes remaining on caroline, she delicately retrieved the phone. admittedly, there was a flutter in her own stomach. but it had nothing to do with carolina; carolina was, for all intents and purposes, perfect. imani was just nervous that the asshole on the other end would be too daft to realize that. considering that the girl hadn’t realized it before their little makeover sess - to say the least, imani was dubious of her merits. but carolina seemed to like her (no accounting for taste), so imani needed this girl to like her, too. “chill, okay?” she quirked an eyebrow at carolina before slowly reading the message that flashed back to her on the screen. her lips quirked into a small smile and she carefully hid the phone behind her back. “god, you’re ridiculous. but yeah, it was her.” she delicately stepped to the edge of the bed, her nails clicking against the phone placed behind her back. a smirk remained on her lips as she sighed dramatically. “let’s just say... someone in this room has a date in two hours. and it sure as hell ain’t me.”

[fxxlsgold]

but how about “oh i saw you getting fucked in public the other night by a complete stranger even though you’re supposed to be innocent af and now i’m gonna do everything in my power to blackmail tf out of you” au with lots and lots of aNGST and a little bit of fluff and an ocean load of smut bc why not???

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tvrnsouls:

zahra was still very hesitant about the other female. apart from her letting herself in to her place and waiting for her she was just—-happy. not that she had anything against positive people, but honestly she could see why the guy had picked her as a potential victim, the kind who wouldn’t fight back and she hadn’t. “yeah i think you could have, maybe before breaking and entering you should make sure that the other person is okay with it”, she chided, throwing a disapproving look monica’s way. as the other mentioned leaving the pink haired woman sighed, shaking her head as her manners kicked her in the ass. “no”, she said slowly, holding up a hand as she approached the counter. “you seem to have gone through a lot of trouble getting here—”, it would be rude as hell to let monica walk out, even if her head was thumping at the thought of talking to her. opposite ends of the scale. “monica”, she ventured slowly, surveying the other and deciding that monica suited her very well indeed. “i’m zahra, although judging by the look on your face you already knew that right? probably got it from that creep down at the bar too”, and she could never go there again. great. now she needed to find another place to sulk in after work or on the weekend. her apartment was nice, she agreed with her there. it was simple, furnished with dark wood and with walls painted various shades of cream she liked the contrast. femininity usually wasn’t her strong point, but it seemed to come out where she least expected it. “thanks, on the topic of my place—can you promise me you won’t show up randomly again? or at least, wait at the door or something?” she would get the locks changed but zahra didn’t think the other was a threat. if anything the old couple on the ground floor were more of a threat to her safety than the small girl standing before her. monica seemed like the kind who never strayed too far from the line, from the ordinary and the usual. which meant she was probably extra shaken up by the whole ordeal—zahra kind of felt bad for her. although not bad enough to forget she had let herself in to her apartment and waited….with food. “you….doing alright, since the attack?”

“technically there was no breaking and entering. just... entering.” the words were out before monica had the time to think better of them. she knew that she was off-putting for most people, and she hardly thought being a smartass would ingratiate her to zahra, all things considered. monica clasped her hands together and averted her eyes at the mention of her means of coming here. “yeah. so maybe i did. like i said, he was a talkative guy. and that’s coming from me.” she chanced a look at the other girl and smiled. she even allowed so much as a laugh. “i promise i won’t break or enter into your place again,” she said, holding up her right hand. “scout’s honor.” though, showing up announced again was not completely off the table. the way monica saw it, as long as zahra was still bruised, monica still owed her. it was the very least she could do; though, judging by their conversation thus far, her payback hadn’t been received in the best terms. she supposed she would have to bring something else to the table, if there was ever a next time. monica’s gaze strayed over the place, her eyebrows raised at the other’s question. she tried to not get too excited by the display of interest. “uh, yeah. for sure. i mean, he really didn’t get physical with me... you’re the one that took the punch.” she looked to zahra and bit her lip, eyes flashing back over the bruise momentarily. “you said that it got a rise out of your family, right? what did you mean by that? like, is everything okay? i don’t want to start anything in your own life. i know this is already kind of, uh... intrusive.”

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sleepwalkcr:

     well, it finally happened. it actually happened. regan hansen had found the love of her life and she couldn’t be any happier. monogamy had been such an absurd concept at one point of regan’s life, but, nowadays, she couldn’t see herself with being with anyone else but with her fiance. their relationship had at one point been nothing but perfect fuel for regan’s column, and regan was getting more daily views than she’s ever had before which, at first, had been the only reason as to why she kept coming back, but then one thing lead to another and she just couldn’t stop herself from smiling whenever she saw that shiny ring on her finger. things had fallen perfectly into place, for once. she was just trying to enjoy life while it was being nothing but good to her ( even though wedding planning was actual hell ), instead of expecting to wait for disaster to strike like she usually would whenever things were going good. in the middle of the ever-so-stressful journey of picking out what songs not to play at her wedding ( the cha cha slide could actually go die ), a knock was heard at the door. when regan had taken her time to cross from one side of her apartment to the other, she’s expecting her usual take out guy, and not her future sister-in-law. “jessica?” regan greeted with her tone laced with confusion that was soon overshadowed with worry as soon as she felt a cold breeze hit regan’s homebody clothes of a tank top and shorts. “ – yes, oh my god, please come in. it’s cold as shit.” regan moved behind her front door to shield her body, not wasting any time once jessica was inside to shut the door behind them. hugging her body that was now covered with goosebumps, a lingering shiver going up regan’s spine, she turned to look at the other girl, her expression turning back to one of worry. “so… is everything alright? must be super serious if you couldn’t have just texted or dm’d me.” making a small joke was regan’s defense mechanism when she didn’t want her brain to think about the worse. she even let out a small humor to herself. she quickly checked her phone that was in hand, making sure there wasn’t a missed call or text from her fiance. when she realized there wasn’t, it brought a bit of ease to her mind when she blinked back at the other woman. regan’s brow furrowed together when a sudden and harsh whiff of alcohol came across regan’s senses. “shit, jess, are you drunk?”

it was torture, watching regan’s face contort with confusion. though jess wanted to feel nothing but guilt for being the inspiration for such confusion, the other woman did nothing but put a smile on her face. it was one that she fought, though not as quickly as she would have sober. “it’s super serious,” jess agreed, the three words slurring into each other as she carefully crossed the threshold and into the other’s house. she’d been inside regan’s place only a handful of times; when her sister had been around, mostly. now that it was just the two of them it felt much bigger than usual, almost like a mansion. the distracting thought made jess nearly trip over herself. she quickly righted herself on regan’s shoulder. her hand lingered for a moment and jess stared. her eyes flashed back to regan’s, wide, and she realized that she’d been asked something. “what?” she took a small, staggering step backward. “oh. me? no. i’ve just.... shit. i’ve only had a little, i mean.” she shrugged it off, her eyes lingering on regan for much longer than necessary. “trust me, i’m in law school, i’m like... basically half-drunk most of the time.” she laughed emptily at her own words and turned her back. god, why had she come here? it was impossible not to stare at regan, what with her perfect hair and her wide eyes staring back at her with actual goddamn concern. it was no surprise that jess had fallen for her. it seemed that she would fall for anyone who gave her the time of day - even if that person was happily engaged to her sister. maybe especially if. jess cleared her throat and turned back to face the other with dizzying speed. “speaking of. do you have anything to drink around here? ‘cause if i’m gonna tell you what i really need to tell you then i need to be... a little more than half-drunk.” she smiled again. “god, you’re great, you know that?” the last words were intended to be thoughts. but once they'd been spoken, jess felt something in her chest stirring. nervousness, the liquor, the warm feeling that regan always inspired all mingled in her chest and she wanted more than anything to bridge the distance between herself and the other - but the thought of her sister kept her rooted in place instead, worrying her own lip as she stared at regan, much more unabashed now that she was inebriated enough to be a little honest.

[watsonofagun]

could you like or reblog this if you’re okay with late replies to roleplay threads / asks / etc.?

by late, it means anywhere between 1 day to 1 year. because i know some people prefer writing and replying on the spot, but i’m also sure lots of peeps struggle with that for various reasons, and threads get dropped because their partner has long lost interest or something, which can be very discouraging. so i hope we can all be understanding here!

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open to: f/m/nb. about jessica. connection: sister’s fiance

her knuckles fell past the threshold of the residence as the door swung unexpectedly open. she’d been knocking incessantly for the past two minutes, and though she was in a severely intoxicated state, she’d accepted that the object of her drunken attentions was either not home or deep in the throws of sleep. it was two in the morning, so the latter possibility was not at all off-the-table; yet here they stood in all of their glory, looking clearly confused by jess’ unexpected rendezvous with their doorstep. at least, jess assumed it was confusion - she was in no state to make guesses outside of that likely reaction. her eyes widened as they flitted over the other’s appearance. she was sure that she looked just as desperate as she felt, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. “it’s you,” she managed, absurdly, as though she had not just walked all the way to their place in the freezing cold. “oh shit. i’m here because i need to talk to you. i need to talk to you about something very important.” jess licked her lips and held her tongue. even as drunk as she was, the admission she wanted to make wouldn’t come out so easily. “... can i come in?”