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One Nice Bug Per Day
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* 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑷𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑴 !
a new independent, not particularly selective fandomless oc multimuse, penned lovingly by opal (she/they, 25, pst). you can also find me @cruelending, where i write fandom-based ocs.
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bc i’m cliché i need a ‘my sister is getting married and she begged me not to steal her thunder and hookup with a groomsmen but i HAVE to be drunk when i make my speech and the best man is too hot in that tux to stay away from’ ok i swear this could be good
plots i need because i’m obsessed with romcoms
how to lose a guy in ten days: the bet, the article, both think they’re duping the other
before sunrise: strangers meet, they have a connection, but it has an expiration date
pretty woman: prostitute with a wealthy person– who doesn’t love cinderella?
you’ve got mail: PEN PALS ( you can add in the real life hate for angst )
notting hill: basically people with completely different lifestyles fight for love
groundhog day: ~you must relive the same day until ur good~
what happens in vegas: VEGAS WEDDING!!!! miserable aftermath
uptown girls: nanny falls in love with cynical musican
whats your number: obsessed with having a low sex count, they find their exes
maid in manhattan: MAID&SENATOR (he doesn’t have to be a gross republican tho)
my best friend’s wedding: friend breaks marriage pact and u realize u love them
forgetting sarah marshall: u & ur ex are at the same hotel
bridget jones diary: modern pride and prejudice
sweet home alabama: country gone couture realizes they still love their ex
a lot like love: we’ve met up every few years & i want to tell you i love you each time
10 things i hate about you: BETS!!!!! BETRAYAL!!!!! DYNAMIC PEOPLE!!!!
the proposal: who doesn’t love the fake affair stuff???
the wedding planner: we had a thing once and now i’m helping u with ur wedding
when harry met sally: can men and women be platonic friends?????
500 days of summer: ‘i don’t want a relationship….’ but we do couple things
jersey girl: your the girl i met after my wife died!!!
along came polly: my partner cheated our honeymoon and you helped me forget it
the wedding date: i’m single & sad so i’m bringing a prostitute to my sister’s wedding
the wedding singer: i’m heartbroken and sad and singing at your wedding
sleepless in seattle: i heard you on a radio talk show and i’m OBSESSED
moonstruck: desperate widow falls in love with her slapdash fiance’s brother
no strings attached: besties hookup with no emotions hahahhaha ya right bud
muse: serena kim , 20s , fc: tati gabrielle
open to: f / m / nb
made with beta editor.
DON'T LIKE MY STARTER OR ELSE YOU'LL BE BLOCKED.
"okay, you need to understand that you don't get to tell me what to do. you're not my mom, gosh." serena told the other, explaining to them why they shouldn't tell her how to live her life. it's been going like this for a while, ever since she started a new relationship with someone who actually likes her for who she is. "what's your problem? they haven't done anything to me. they've been so caring and sweet." serena then looked at the other in disbelief when hearing them say that they weren't good for her, that she could do much better. "i can't believe you right now. you've been my best friend since we were kids, and you're acting really mean. you know, i started noticing that you've been acting differently. what's going on that you're not telling me?"
it isn't the first time sophies has received this kind of accusation - worry that looks more like meddling, or that feels motherly bordering on patronizing. still, the words sting, coming from someone so close to her. what reason has she given serena not to trust her judgment? she feels her own anger flare up in response, but she does her best to keep her tone neutral as she responds. "nothing's going on. he just gives me the creeps, that's all. you can do way better, don't you think?" maybe she's been a bit on edge since her own recent disaster of a break-up, but she hardly thinks that's coloring her judgment. she can be rational about this.
open to all.
"how did i know that it would be you, darlin'?" his southern drawl was smooth and kind, but clearly full of concern. as a nurse in a busy emergency room, finley saw a lot of people come and go throughout the days but a good nurse spotted the frequent flyers. as soon as he had heard another nurse discussing previous and current presenting injuries, he knew that it was his frequent flyer. he had no idea what the other did that was causing the frequent visits, but fin did know that everyone's body had it's limitations. "so, y'gonna tell me what happened this time or are you gonna sit there in silence listening to me harp on as i fix you up and we wait for the doctor?"
to be fair, the visit to the emergency room wasn't her fault this time. still, rhianne couldn't overcome her natural instincts to lie, deflect, avoid any questions or misplaced concerns about her life at all costs. "actually, i heard you guys were planning to start a punch-card promotion and as one of your most loyal patrons, i figured i'd try to get in early. what is it? get patched up after five traumas, get one round of stitches free?" she tried to laugh, breaking off into a wince as the action pulled at the laceration on her cheek.
open to: literally anyone !
plot: pov you’re on a first date/blind date/set up/just met out at a bar/etc and your date is trying to come up with conversation topics that aren’t incredibly dull. x
“if there was a book of all of the positive and negative things anybody has ever said about you ever, would you read it? and yes, you have to read the negative parts first,” camille grinned wickedly, fingers toying with the stem of her wine glass. “i wonder what the worst thing somebody has said about me is, and that is intrigue enough to say oui.”
It had been a long time since someone had brought up an actually interesting topic on a date - Ginny was grateful for the opportunity not to have to scramble for something to discuss once the small talk was out of the way. She pondered the question a moment, taking a sip from her own drink.
"Only if i also knew who said what, i think. Otherwise, what's the point, right? If most of the bad things come from people i barely know, it wouldn't matter that much - but I'd want to know what people i care about say when I'm not there, for sure."
( open to; f ) ( plot; your muse has just asked elliot to help take some photos for their onlyfans page. any connection welcome. ) ( muse; elliot reid. photographer. 26. straight )
“What? What did you say?”
"well, from what i've seen, your photos are, like, killer. and i'm terrible at finding my angles - so i was hoping you could help me out." her tone is blasé, unaffected - she's hardly spared a second thought to the request. "i mean, semi-nudity's barely even frowned upon anymore. no big deal."
( open to; all! ) ( plot; please pretend to be my significant other for a few minutes to get a creepy old man off my back ) ( muse; juliette browning. museum curator. 25. pan )
“Hello, love. I’m so sorry I’m late,” Juliette greeted the stranger as confidently as she could, sitting down in the empty seat across from them. Though there was a smile on her face, her eyes were pleading with them to trust her. In her peripheral vision, she’d spotted the older man who’d been all but following her all night. She’d wanted to leave ages ago, but she worried that he would come after her.
"hm, this is beginning to become a habit with you," rhianne sighed, quickly putting aside her confusion as she assessed the situation. the gambit wasn't unfamiliar to her, unfortunately - she'd spent far too much of her early twenties alone in shady bars and music venues. she was more than willing to help out a fellow young woman in need; that didn't mean she planned to make it easy on her. "and on our anniversary, too..."
"Uh... yeah, I totally remember doing that really important thing you asked me to do earlier... ," Sonny's voice drifted off, he kinda looked to the side, almost in thought, "Just so we're clear though, it was the............." he trailed off again.
ah, yes, that really important thing. the one she was certainly not making up right at this moment out of sheer boredom. she wouldn't let him squirm too long, of course, but what was the harm in dragging it out just a touch? faux pout, hurt expression, that slight whine in her voice... she was born to play this role. "oh, sonny, please tell me you didn't forget. i told you how much it meant to me!"
REVERSE STARTER CALL ! / i’m working my way through replies atm, but i’d love to get some more threads going, so like this and i’ll go through your open starters and throw you some replies. feel free to specify muse if you like, otherwise i’ll pick randomly <3
I’m a simple person: I hear a groovy bass line, I listen to the song 2359521706437821 times
me: *walks up to a group of middle schoolers skateboarding*
me: lemme show you a trick or two
middle schoolers: *hand me a board*
me: this one’s called stealing
me: *runs away with it*
have we talked about plots for musicians before they make it big though? because here’s a few:
you just attended one of my gigs away from home, there were barely any people in the audience and i can’t afford gas to go back home just yet. can i crash at your place so i don’t have to sleep in my car?
i play in the streets and you walk past me every day and i make up little songs about something you’re doing/wearing/carrying every time
you saw me crying after one of my emotional songs and checked up on me afterwards
we’re dating and the distance is hard while i’m touring because we can never afford to see each other and my gigs are always during weird hours
i’m touring, you’re hitchhiking, hop in the van and let’s go
i’m famous, you’re not, i just caught you sneaking into one of my parties to hand someone your demo but i’m amused enough to hear you out
one of my bandmates always hooks up with someone after the shows in the space we share so i’m left to fend for myself and you’re sympathetic to my plight
just give me plots where shit is hard and trying and sometimes they think their careers won’t pan out but there’s also a lot of crazy stories and great memories to carry on ok
🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ alright, you’ve won. happy now? ❜ ❛ are you sure you’re okay? ❜ ❛ can you say that again? ❜ ❛ come on, are you serious? ❜ ❛ do you come here often? ❜ ❛ don’t do this to me. ❜ ❛ don’t leave me alone again. ❜ ❛ forgive me. just this once. ❜ ❛ go and never come back. ❜ ❛ have you lost your mind? ❜ ❛ i already knew about that. ❜ ❛ i can’t trust you anymore. ❜ ❛ i did it for you. ❜ ❛ i have to do this. ❜ ❛ i think i’m in love. ❜ ❛ i will wait for you. ❜ ❛ i won’t let you down. ❜ ❛ i’m always here for you. ❜ ❛ is now a bad time? ❜ ❛ it’s okay. i’ve got you. ❜ ❛ just pretend to be happy. ❜ ❛ now what do we do? ❜ ❛ oh, don’t pretend you care. ❜ ❛ please believe me for once. ❜ ❛ probably not, but who knows? ❜ ❛ sometimes, you can be infuriating. ❜ ❛ stop! we can’t do this! ❜ ❛ tell me what’s going on. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left to say. ❜ ❛ this’ll be the last time. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep doing this. ❜ ❛ well, are you ready then? ❜ ❛ what are you talking about? ❜ ❛ what are you waiting for? ❜ ❛ where should we go next? ❜ ❛ why did you do it? ❜ ❛ will you go with me? ❜ ❛ you are everything to me. ❜ ❛ you can talk to me. ❜ ❛ you deserve to be happy. ❜ ❛ you really have no idea. ❜ ❛ you’re hot when you’re mad. ❜ ❛ you’re going to be okay. ❜ ❛ you’re out of your mind! ❜ ❛ you’re stronger than you think. ❜
open: all! muse: lydia | twenty - eight | pansexual | daycare teacher connection: friends / lovers / coworkers
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"Uh..." The female scratches the back of her head, grimacing at the thing that's supposed to be food on the pan. Her cooking skills? Not so great. "Takeout? Take out sounds like a good idea right now."
"well, at least the kitchen's not on fire this time, right? that's progress." sophies angles themself to get a better look over lydia's shoulder. yeah, definitely unsalvageable. "besides, weren't you saying you were dying to try that new place on sixth? now we have a great excuse!"
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Nick and his band had played here a few times before, and he was happy that they were liked enough to be asked back. He often hung out a little bit before performances and he would admit that the drinks certainly helped him out with the pre-show jitters. Even after all these years he still managed to get nervous and needed that liquid courage. Would he ever grow out of it? at this point, probably not. Though he was a big extrovert and chatted anyone up who would listen, and it just so happened to be the pretty strawberry blonde who was sat next to him knocking back some shots. Part of him was concerned with the amount but he also knew he was no one to judge considering how he tended to live his life.
At the females words, Nick couldn’t help but laugh. He’d been trying to do just that for years now, ‘make it big’. But it seemed every time a door opened, there was something or someone there to slam it back in his face. He never did give up though. There was a huge determination to prove his parents wrong but mostly his dad who did not care for music or anything in the entertainment industry. To his old man, it was a waste of time. That was probably why they didn’t see eye-to-eye much at all anymore. “I mean, I suppose that is pretty brag-worthy, hm?” He questioned in response, a small smile resting on his face. “Really though. You okay?” He asked as he gestured to the few shot glasses that were lined up and empty.
“Oh, yeah, totally brag-worthy. Of course, I’ll have to bring it up super casually - there’s quite an art to name-dropping, you know.” She responded to his laugh in kind, a little caught up in the hypothetical, until he asked after her again. Right, the endless woes of her night (or: past year, past few... who was counting?).
Ginny turned her own critical eye toward the glasses beginning to accumulate around her. She wasn’t one to drink before a show, but when she’d heard she wouldn’t be playing tonight, she’d thrown out her sense of caution. It wasn’t like she was drunk - her wits were still very much about her. Mostly.
“I will be. Just one of those nights, I guess.” She sighed, considering him as she traced the rim of her glass with one finger. “I swear, I’m not usually a wallower. Or at least, I keep my wallowing confined to the privacy of my own home. But I’m starting to worry I might be wasting my life, just a little.”
