Ok But A Plot Where One Character Is Likelalalala I Need A Summer Job, Lalala Ill Just Flip Burgers,

ok but a plot where one character is like “lalalala i need a summer job, lalala i’ll just flip burgers, it’ll be fun!! lalalalalalala–it appears i am now employed by a restaurant that is a front for the local money laundering operation” and the other character’s family runs said operation???

i really need a plot with two actors who are on a brand new tv show and it’s kinda awkward at first so all they do is try to make each other laugh during takes and goof off together and pretty soon it’s becoming obvious that they’re falling for each other but there isn’t any pressure from the media yet because the show hasn’t aired yet, but then the premier date hits and the show is a huge success and they have to deal with both of them suddenly being thrust into the spotlight

pls give me “we’re exes who ended on kind of shitty terms but are trying to ‘stay friends’ anyway, and we occasionally sabotage each other’s dates, get drunk and fuck, scream and fight until four in the morning and still refuse to acknowledge maybe we’re not quite as over each other as we like to think we are.”

a scoff escapes as she stares at him, pausing a beat too long wondering if he's indeed being as serious as he somehow manages to be. does being sleep-deprived for a little longer than a day make someone go delusional? "fine. fine. okay, i was definitely making a move. happy now? do you want to send your secret admirer to the police now when i've been nothing but nice?" if denial wouldn't work, perhaps playing along would and he would give up on the idea that she was hitting on him. in all her experiences of telling jokes, she's never quite gotten a reaction as his. as baffling as it's starting to become, she couldn't deny that it's amusing. she meets his bewildered look with a confused look of her own, head tilting slightly and not even bothering to start guessing what he meant by 'everything'. "nah, i do competitive cheerleading. no offense if you're a fan of those sports, it's boring cheering for people chasing a ball around." she explains. never not latching onto the opportunity of sharing about what she loves the most in the world that is cheerleading, she's about to continue talking when her train of thoughts is broken by the appearance of his phone. "wow. thought you would tell me to go to a public phone or something." taking the phone into her hand and opening the dial pad, she risks a glance at him as a mischievous thought forms as she starts to key in a string of numbers. "aren't you curious where my phone is?"

again, the 'insult' hardly fazes him, just because he knows that he's ridiculous in his own rights. cyrus is known to pester and prod and come up with lame jokes himself but right now, he's thankful that she's covered most of that so that he doesn't have to. ❝ oh yeah? trying harder than to come up with clever jokes that have already probably been used before? come on, let's not kid ourselves. did you wanna make a move now? knowing that i'm sleep-deprived and my senses are dulled? god, maybe i should hand you right over to the police. ❞ cyrus isn't being serious, of course, but the way he speaks has just enough of a sharpness to it that he could be. almost choking on the last bit of soda at the bottom of his can, cyrus looks over at her with disbelief written all over his face, his jaw parted ever so slightly. ❝ you're a cheerleader? that explains the.... ❞ he mimics the same as she does, hand out to gesture all over her person, ❝ well, everything. are you on one of those sports ball trips? ❞ didn't even bother pretending like he knew what sports people were interested in these days. with a shake of his head, fingers smush the can right down to the base, sticky fingers wiping down the rounded edge of the can. ❝ nope, i'm always like this. but yeah, you can use my phone, ❞ of which he hands over to her. the sooner he can get away, the better.

clicking her tongue lightly in response, yixia barely even makes any attempt to deny that she did think, and still thinks he's cute. even though she hasn't failed to pick up on the fact that his attitude towards her now surely isn't as cute, now that they are conversing more. not that she's bothered much by it, more inclined to believe that maybe he's just one of those cases that just take longer to warm up to new people. "maybe i do. why, does that creep you out?" she jokes, shaking her head a little. "but i only do that to cute people. so consider that a compliment, cyrus." a pause, as she eyes him before adding on quickly, "not that i'm trying to hit on you, of course. unless that's what you want it to be?" she questions, cheek in tongue as she playfully nudges his elbow with hers. a moment is spent pondering over his reasoning, before she copies his posture of slumping down further on the bench, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "well, i'd say in this kind of fast-paced world we live in, time has to be squeezed out. friends, hobbies, whatever. but it's always easier said than done. but lucky for you," she gestures vaguely at him then, "i'm very good at making the first moves. i always check up on my friends." to show off the latest puns she's learnt, that is. she catches his expression then, and her mouth pursed into a line, "don't look at me like that! it's not like i can control my stomach from being funny whenever i ride long distance, alright? but you're here keeping me company now, i'm good."

❝ huh? no, i know my worth. definitely up to standards always. ❞ and yet his cockiness comes to a halt at her little slip, eyes blinking blankly over at her as his brain attempts to rewire itself. he didn't think he was cute in the eyes of others. ❝ wow, so you just wander and stalk around to find cute people to hit on? is that it? are you hitting on me? ❞ and just like that, his smirk returns and the ball is back on her court. something tells him that she'd take that in stride, just as she did with everything else they'd talked about. nose scrunches lightly and he pulls his hands back to wrap around the circumference of the can, condensation coating his skin. ❝ i don't doubt that you're nice; you're nice enough to offer me something to drink. i just... don't have the time? i dunno. ❞ shoulders shrug and he leans even further down into the bench. his schedule doesn't allow for much outside of his responsibilities, and that includes keeping up with friends. ❝ you.... you what? ❞ head turns back to look in her direction but the expression on his face falls nothing short of screaming 'you're so stupid' at her. ❝ maybe don't take forever to piss next time? ❞

in true august = folklore fashion, i am going to do folklore plots so pls like this for a foklore coded starter. do specify which muse(s) u want it for!