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@ohlovelycassie
“ i once stole shit from a place with the highest amount of security in the cosmos. i’m quite sure i can handle somethin’ like this.”
open starter - lucas smith!
“Forgive me,” Cassie shot a glare over at the boy, “but this is my first felony. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not actually mental, so this is a bit nerve wracking.”
When Person A was little, the park near their home was next to a graveyard. They would always sit next to it on a bench, and wait for Person B, their friend who came from the graveyard, so they could go play together. But everyone said Person B didn’t exist.
Now A is older, and they want answers.
shippy plots that make me happy as a clam
preacher’s daughter falls for a bad boy
my big brother’s best friend is cuter than a button and he keeps ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand against mine and ‘accidentally’ stumbling into my room trying to look for the bathroom even though he’s been here a million times
i’m an up-and-coming model/actor/singer and paparazzi follow me everywhere but i really like you, even though the tabloids will talk about rumors about us all the time
since my parents can’t stand you, i have to sneak out my window to date you when they think i’m doing my french homework in my room
i’m the princess and you’re a wanted thief and we sneak into the woods every day for picnics
i asked you out as a joke but then i developed feelings for you
you want kissing lessons because you’re trying to impress someone experienced but you’re actually really good at this and you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met and the person you’re trying to impress doesn’t deserve you
pls gimme a plot where muse a and muse b are two incredibly different people living on the same floor of this really humble apartement building; muse a is admittedly a bit off-kilter with her quirky personality and spontaneous bursts of incredible, child-like energy. She’s cheerful, ambitious and with a tendency to simply skim over the sad, hurtful parts of life rather than deal with them accordingly. muse b is introverted, witty and broody and spends most of his time contemplating the many mysteries of life. Sarcasm seems to be his one and only defense mechanism and irony his best friend. muse a quickly grabs his attention with her seemingly trusting and light-hearted personality, his odd need to figure out the source of her never-ending happiness making him sneak second glances at the younger girl quite often. Their paths barely ever cross except for when they pass each other in the foyer or happen to be doing laundry at the same time. one night, when a slightly tipsy muse a is out drinking alone after being stood up (for the third time that week), it’s muse b who swoops in to defend her when some random guy is coming on too strong. unfortunately, he can’t fight for shit and immediately ends up getting hurt with only muse a left to take care of him. The rest of that night muse a spends cracking jokes and lightly teasing the embarassed boy as she cleans him up, the two of them truly connecting as they share a lot of secrets that no one else knew about them. muse a starts coming to muse b at the oddest times, asking for help with chores and errands that she’s definetely able to do by herself, always wearing her cutest pajamas in an (obvious) attempt to seduce muse b, who’d respond with witty remarks and awkward stutters. And like imagine how cute it would be to see their personalities rub off on the other as their friendship progresses and slowly turns into a full-fledged romance !
REBLOG IF YOU DON'T MIND AGE GAPS IN ROMANTIC PLOTS!
this has probably been done before but how about a plot where a fan meets a celeb and they take a selfie together. he posts it on instagram and realizes he doesn’t have her sn so he sets the description as ‘ft this pretty face’ and her friends freak out when they see the photo. mind you, she doesn’t have insta so her friends make her make an acc. she does and her friends tag her and he follows her.
they don’t communicate for a long while and then suddenly one day he’s got a free day and he’s going through his feed and he sees a photo of her. he likes it and she believes it was a mistake until he comments on the photo and they finally start to DM but.. he’s in a relationship with another celeb and she tells him that she’s not going to pursue any feelings because he’s taken and he’s all, ‘so you have feelings for me too? ;)’ and the angst and confusion and sneaking around dates once he tells her the relationship with his gf is for pr only.
(this can be used for m/m and f/f as well. knock yourself out with a poly if you wanna too)
okay but imagine a “you’re a prostitute that i hired because i’ve been feeling lonely as fuck and my life is kind of spiraling but as soon as you started seducing me it felt kind of wrong so i tried to talk to you instead and you thought i was cute and humored me since i was charged by the hour anyway and now it’s a few nights later and i’ve found you in some bar so i pay you to hang out with me again” au??????????
cute f/f plots that i need immediately
including bi/pan girls bc we deserve some love! not including cheating or other gross stuff bc we deserve better!
i’m checking something on my boyfriend’s phone and he’s been texting another girl?? who thinks he’s her boyfriend??? we should definitely meet up to discuss how to take him down (and see if you’re as cute irl as you are in your pictures please tell me you like girls too)
we’re the two best cheerleaders on our squad and we’re constantly fighting for the top spot; we definitely hate each other so why are we making out?
i’m out + proud and you’re a smol questioning bb, i’m trying to help you accept yourself but i’m accidentally falling in love with you oops?
i had a crush on you in middle school but you always said you were straight. we just ran into each other again and apparently you like girls now? i have literally no idea how to deal with this help
i’m a bridesmaid at my friend’s wedding and how dare they not tell me that one of the other bridesmaids is gay?? wait was that the point are they trying to get us together should we prove them right or wrong
we’re roommates and you came home early to find me rocking out to Girls like Girls, She Keeps Me Warm, Girls/Girls/Boys, or some other obviously queer song, surprise I’m gay?
i’m a beauty guru and you’re a total makeup newbie, i’m teaching you how to do makeup but i’m getting distracted staring at your face wow you have nice lips
Your “guardian angel” is actually a demon that protects you and hurts people that are mean to you.
“Oh, wow.. you really think I’m lovely?” the blonde flashed the other a smile. “I didn’t eat for three days so I could be lovely.”
Artificial Conspiracies
“Oh wow. You know what’s perfectly lovely about this place? The weather. It’s almost never rains.” Her mother called it happy weather. Ironically, the weather never seemed to make her any happier. The states were lovely, sure. But they weren’t home. “My name’s Cassie, by the way. I’m sort of new around here. I’m really not sure where I’m going, actually. Just somewhere, I suppose. Mind if I tag along with you? I’m not much for being alone.” A small frown began to form on her lips. “I promise I’m not mental.”
@ohlovelycassie liked for a starter
“Excuse me, do you fucking mind? I have places to be. And while you stand there and figure out exactly what the fuck is going on in that mind of yours, you’re holding up the damn escalator.”
Cassie watched the woman carefully as her tone changed to hostile. However, the spiff she’d smoked right before entering the lobby of the mall had her near completely gone. She let out a soft giggle at the girl. “Mind of mine,” she repeated softly. She took a small step out of the way. “Sincerest apologies, really.”
hostile first encounters
"The fuck are you looking at?"
"Can you not look at me like that?"
"Did you just grab my ass? Seriously?"
"That was the worst pickup line I've ever heard."
"Go back to the sewer you crawled out of, creep."
"Stop checking me out. It's gross."
"This is my good suit/dress/blouse! Do you have to be so clumsy?"
"This is the worst blind date I've ever been on."
"Well, mark this as my first and last blind date."
"We could be having sex right now if you stop running your mouth."
"Did you really think you could pick up someone in an outfit like that?"
"Leave me alone."
"That's it. I'm calling the cops."
"Fuck you too! Asshole."
"You just tried to hit me with your car/bike!"
"Do you ever get your customers' orders right or are you just trying to ruin my meal?"
"This is a very important meeting, and you are blowing it."
"Are you really going to just stare at me after I used my best pickup line on you?"
"You could shut up and buy me a drink."
"Why are you such a snob?"
"Oh, so you have daddy issues?"
"Just stop talking."
"You are making a fool of yourself."
"Are you always this awkward?"
&. JEALOUSY STARTERS.
— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;
“i’m not stupid. who was s/he?”
“they keep looking at you…”
“i’m not jealous. fuck off.”
“why don’t you ask him/her instead?”
“i can see that s/he is into you.”
“stop flirting with him/her.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“i’m literally right here, babe.”
“you smile like that because you know you’ll get attention.”
“i didn’t come here to watch you flirt with other people.”
“what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“so i’m not allowed to be upset that s/he were hanging all over you?”
“it’s not funny.”
“i don’t fucking care. you’re supposed to be mine.”
“tell them to stop touching you.”
“i saw the way you looked at him/her.”
“well when you say it like that, it does sound crazy.”
“i have nothing to be jealous of.”
“you were staring at his/her ass.”
— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ - ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;
“do you not trust me?”
“i’m not flirting with anyone.”
“don’t do this here. you’re making a scene.”
“baby, look at me.”
“i didn’t even notice s/he was there!”
“you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”
“s/he’s just a friend.”
“you’re so cute.”
“no one is flirting with anyone.”
“you’re overreacting.”
“please tell me that you’re not serious.”
“you’re not even making any sense.”
“i’m yours. you know i’m yours.”
“what? i wasn’t looking anywhere!”
“that’s just the way i talk, actually.”
“i only have eyes for you.”
“be logical for once, oh my god.”
“you know i’m not doing it on purpose.”
“you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”
She was all Wyatt could think about. When she left him for another guy, he was heartbroken. He had never met someone that he loved as much as he loved her before. Like he had been for the past few weeks, Wyatt alone in his room, looking at pictures of them. He knew it was unhealthy, but he just couldn’t let her go. Not after everything they did together. As he stared blankly at a photo of them on his bed, listening to ‘If Not For You’ by Bob Dylan (because it reminded him of her), he heard a familiar voice outside his door asking for the stuff he had left. Hesitantly, Wyatt got up and opened the door. Even though his vision was blurry from the fact that he had been crying, he could still see how beautiful she was, but that was no surprise. “Yeah…come in.” He replied, his voice hoarse as he stepped away from the door.
Cassie stepped into the bedroom awkwardly. She’d never expected this boy to become so attached to her. That had never happened before, and quite frankly it scared the hell out of her. Before she could even consider her own feelings she found herself fleeing the relationship altogether. She had promised herself she would never give anyone the opportunity to hurt her again, and she very much intended to keep that promise.
With a slightly dramatic sigh, she took a seat on the edge of the bed and made herself comfortable. She knew she should probably make things quick, grab her stuff and go. She didn’t want to, though she would never let him know that. She would never let anyone know that. “Is this all of it? I don’t want to make a second trip because you forgot something.”
Lost in Philly
silvertigertraveler
He’d just finished his last performance for the night, and had dressed in the back before making his usual trip to the bar for a soda. In between dancers, the club played music for some of the more active guests, and the beat was starting to give him a headache. Maybe the bartender had some aspirin too. They knew not to serve him anything alcoholic, not that he would ask anymore, but his throat was dry and he was still warm from the lights on the stage.Making his way through the crowd, he tried not to run into people, but his efforts seemed pointless when the woman bumped into him, and he was frozen for a few seconds as she fell. Her words confused him for a moment, and he wondered if she was drunk or on something else, but that didn’t stop him from reaching down to help her to her feet.“I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you there,” he said, checking her over for injuries. She seemed alright, and he took her arm to lead her off of the floor towards the bar. “Are you alright?” Motioning to the bartender, he ordered his soda and a glass of water for her before helping her onto one of the bar stools.
Cassie floated along side him to the bar. His words echoed around in her head before she was able to process what he was actually saying. “Alright,” she repeated with a nod. Her words were clumsy, but not exactly slurred. She wasn’t quite drunk, though she definitely wasn’t sober. She couldn’t place the last time she was sober. “What is alright exactly?” she brought her eyes up from the bartender and over to the boy. “Alright in some standards are quite not alright in other standards,” she continued, “And so I can’t answer your question truthfully without knowing the criteria.” A grin spread across her lips. “It’s fucking insane, isn’t it? That I might be alright and I might be not-so-alright and you’d never even know the difference. Go on then, what do you think?” she cocked a brow at him. “Am I alright?”
“You promised. Then you broke that promise. I can’t trust you.”
"Don’t be so dramatic. We only met today so you couldn’t possibly have had too much trust in me to begin with.”
