#nicolestart

[crowdedmidnight]

𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼: anyone (mutual & Non-Mutual)

𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗲: Nicole Garica (37-year-old EMT)

Plot: Your muse is Nicole's friend/boyfriend/best friend/childhood best friend who came to hang out with Nicole.

Nicole fumbled with her keys as she balanced a carefully wrapped plate of treats in one hand, the enticing aroma of freshly baked cookies and brownies wafting up from it. With a satisfied sigh, she finally pushed open her apartment door, stepping inside with a grin. “Hey!” she called, eyes twinkling as she spotted her friend on the couch. “Wow, you actually managed to stay here all day. Did the ghost scare you?” she teased, kicking off her shoes and coming over to plop down beside them. She nudged their shoulder with a smirk, holding up the plate like it was a prize. “I brought reinforcements. Cookies and brownies courtesy of the station’s slightly competitive bake-off. Just in case my handsome ghost decided to make an appearance,” she added with a wink, referring to her ongoing joke that her apartment was haunted by an unrealistically good-looking spirit. She leaned in, mock whispering, “Word is he has a thing for sugar. So, you sticking around, or should I warn the ghost you’re not the sharing type?”

[dcydrecmings]

nicole's tag drop

[pcrsistence]

“Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?”

Nicole se encontraba con la necesidad de ir a comprar algo de ropa deportiva. La suya se estaba comenzando a desgastar y bueno, en general hacía falta una renovación. Mientras estaba en búsqueda de unos sport bras, una persona se acercó a ella causando que una expresión de confusión se apoderara del rostro de la castaña. “Me temo que no— No trabajo acá.” Le dijo con cierta gracia. “Pero vengo acá seguido, ¿Quieres saber donde están los bras?” @troublcs

[crowdedmidnight]

Closed starter for @retroactiive​​​

Rolling her eyes as their snoring got louder, Nicole was really trying to let them sleep but the snores just kept getting louder and louder as Cocaine Bear continued to play. She’s been waiting for this movie for two weeks now, and they were ruining it. Trying to drown out the snoring by upping the volume. Trying to concentrate on the movie, she felt a shift on the couch, turning towards the person, their snoring suddenly ampified; Nicole had enough. Getting up from the couch, she grabs one of her couch pillows and throws it at them,  "Get up, you're snoring and i can't hear the movie."

[crowdedmidnight]

Open to: anyone!  {Mutual & Non-Mutuals}

Muse:  Nicole Garcia {35 yrs old, Dance instructor}

“If I hated you anymore, I think I’d probably be crowned as satan’s right-hand man.”

[pcrsistence]

Nicole había permanecido por debajo del radar por un par de días; utilizando como excusa el hecho de que tenía que trabajar. No era una total mentira, sí había estado ocupada, pero claramente hubiera podido haber buscado el tiempo si hubiese querido. Aunque, ¿Alguien la podría culpar? Era normal que se hubiera tenido la necesidad de pensar las cosas por un par de días, ¿O no? 

La joven se encontraba parada frente a la puerta de su departamento. Se sentía bastante ansiosa con toda la situación. Sin más, llevó sus nudillos a la puerta y tocó dos veces realmente luchando por no salir corriendo de ahí. Tenía bastante miedo, ¿Qué tan estúpido era de ella esperar que él no estuviera enojado? Cada segundo que pasaba sin que la puerta se abriera se sentía como una eternidad.  @sclfishh

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