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@imperfectox
luckie // twenty-and-more years old // multi-muse & multi-shop rp // 8 ish years of writing // does discord rp
Activity level varies but mostly it stays low to semi active.
MUSES | SECONDARY MUSES | RULES | OPEN STARTERS | WANTED OPPOSITES | WANTED PLOTS | GIF PACKS |
sooo i'm baaackk ! hit the heart if you'd like a starter <3
after tumblr getting blocked in my country…
should i make a come back ? is rp-ing still alive ? 👀
noel stumbled upon kamiya's blog about a year ago. he fell in love with her writing. then, she happened to be at one of his shows and he didn't know that until she wrote about it. the blond reached out, he was intrigued by the gifted writer. they became friends, and noel fell in love with her. and she fell in love with his friend travis. he hated seeing them all over each other. one day, the man has enough of watching kamiya kiss his friend and he asks her to go get a drink with him at the table away from the bunch of people they were hanging out with. "hey, can i ask you something, miya?" he asks nonchalantly, as if he's not boiling with jealousy inside. "what do you see in him? travis is kind of a dickhead."
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It wasn't in the cards for Kamiya to be falling for someone. She figured that she would go about her life as a single woman and travel the world as she pleased. She didn't expect to meet Travis. She didn't think she would feel so strongly about him, but there she was. In the trenches for him, she had never felt so strongly about someone ever.
"What do you mean?" Kamiya chuckled, asking the bartender for another drink for herself and Travis. "He's your friend, Noel- and I think he's pretty great."
Daniel made no attempt to hide his admiration of Mika’s legs as she strutted around the car, his gaze once again raking up and down her full figure. “A very pretty girl,” he agreed to her words. Once in on the passenger side and belted up, he turned to look at Mika again. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and he couldn’t help but grin again. A laugh followed when she promised him the ride of his life. “I don’t doubt that, babe,” he told her, laughing before telling her where he was staying, namely the apartment he kept in the city when working late.
Mika went for it without a moment’s thought, the sudden jolts, quick speed and smooth handling all in one making Daniel feel thrills all over. “Damn, who knew I picked up Little Miss Fast and Furious,” he teased, laughing again whilst sitting back and enjoying the ride. “Beautiful and great behind the wheel… I’m sure those aren’t your only attributes, either.”
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"If you grew up with a mechanic neighbor and friends who only talk about cars, you learn a thing or two about them." She looked over to him, seeing him having the time of his life. It made her smile to see that. Most of her encounters were always about business, and no talking. If there is talking, it's mostly them complaining to her about the problems in their lives. She was a cheaper alternative to therapy with a happy ending.
Mika arrived in his area and found a parking spot almost immediately. It took her no effort to easily fit into the tight little space. "You're about to find out, slick." She cut off the engine and tossed the keys back to Daniel, slipping out of the driver's seat. It was a ride she would never forget, and the roar of the engine was a dream. "So you're going to take me in or what?"
“Seriously,” Daniel repeated, still grinning. Mika’s obvious excitement warmed him, the male as ever getting satisfaction from acts of service or affection, even with a partner he was paying for. “Part of the deal is you taking me for a spin. I just have a feel you’re an insanely good driver,” he added, chuckling after before winking back at her.
Mika’s recognition of who he was surprised him. “Damn, didn’t realise I was that easily recognisable,” he mused. It didn’t bother him, however. Sure, it was a risk going kerb crawling, yet Daniel felt he could spin his way out of any trouble if it came. And, instinctively, he trusted Mika already. “Mika. That’s a pretty name,” he told her when she introduced herself, pulling up to the curb as he did so. Turning the ignition off but leaving the keys in, Daniel got out from the driver's side and walked around the front, grinning at her and saying, “She’s all yours.”
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"I see your name on the papers all the time-" She shrugged, but she wasn't one to judge who he decides to spend his time with. She wasn't exactly in the business of doing so, given her profession. She got out of the car with ease and made sure she put on a show for him. Her long legs strutted around the car and onto the driver's side. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Thank you!" She got into the car, and the adrenaline pumped through her. It wasn't that she was trigger-happy. It was the fact that this was one of the cars she'd dreamt of driving. It wasn't even a matter of owning it, but the drive itself. The vibrations from the engine and the sound. She was ready to go, but she made sure that Daniel was strapped in. "Get ready for a ride of your life, Mr. Walden."
Before she drove, she had asked where he was staying, or at least where he wanted to go. Once she confirmed, she switched gears and went for it. The top speed, or at least the highest she could go, and obey traffic rules. She sped through cars and maneuvered her way through the city."
Her affirmation that he could kiss elsewhere on her body, as much as he wanted, had Daniel grinning again. “Good, I’d have been so deflated otherwise,” he teased, laughing. Despite the slightly awkward circumstances around their introduction, given his gear shift problems, Daniel felt that they’d already settled into a good dynamic. A man not shy to hookups or paid encounters, it was nevertheless important to him that he felt entirely at ease with the person he spent time with.
Chuckling when she mused about him buying such an expensive car that he couldn’t drive yet, he quirked an eyebrow when she reeled off the engine specs without a second thought. “You into cars?” he asked, an instinctive thought hitting him then. He smirked as he added, “You wanna swap and take her for a spin?” As the prospect hung in the air, he said, “I’m Daniel, by the way. Daniel Walden. What should I call you?”
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"Well yes- yes I am." Growing up, the majority of her friends were guys, so she learned a thing or two about cars. It was convenient that a neighbor of hers was a mechanic. She taught her everything she needed to know about cars and how to drive them. At the offer of driving the vehicle, the woman lit up like a Christmas tree. The excitement twinkled in her eyes. "Seriously?"
"I mean- If you promise I get to take you for a spin as well." She winked before hearing his name. It took her by surprise because she read about him in the papers. At least whenever an obvious political cover-up was all anyone could talk about. "Ah- the politics pr guy."
"Mika." She smiled before gesturing to him to park the car by the curb. "You can call me Mika."
A grin flashed across Daniel’s lips when the young woman hiked up her skirt, showing off more of her legs. His heart beat quickened, his gaze admiring the smooth, newly exposed skin, his mind running wild with vivid ideas as a result. Despite his obvious admiration, Daniel still caught what she said, nodding to her rules. “No kissing on the lips, I assume?” he asked, lifting his gaze back to meet hers. “What about elsewhere? Because, sweetheart, there are definitely parts of you I’m gonna wanna worship with my mouth.”
A knowing expression crossed his features then, followed by a chuckle. He started the car again and gently moved it forward, not wanting to make any sudden errors with the gear shift now that he had a woman in the car he wanted to impress. Nevertheless, she teased him still, both about his driving and its ownership. Chuckling, Daniel said, “Don’t worry. It’s mine. I’m not about to get arrested for GTA… as for driving? Well, we’ll see…”
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"It wouldn't be much fun if I didn't let you kiss me anywhere else and vice versa, wouldn't it?" She grinned as she made herself comfortable in the seat. Her gaze switched to the passersby who stared at the Bugatti. It was amusing, but she was more interested in her companion. "I'd be a crappy lady of night if I took away all the fun."
"So you bought a car that you don't know how to drive." She laughed, not in a teasing way but in awe. A man with that much money could be able to spend on a car like this, "A car with 1500 horsepower and an 8.0-liter quad-turbocharged W-16 engine."
Mika drew her attention back to the older man, "Oh to live in your world- what's your name anyway, or do I just call you Mr. Bugatti?"
Daniel nodded, already reaching for his wallet. “That’s fine,” he replied when she told him her hourly rate. He slipped three crisp hundred dollar bills from the wallet, handing them over to her. “Two hours initially, but I’ll probably want more. Can I decide when we’re at two and pay you again then?” As he spoke, he couldn’t resist looking down, admiring her legs. His cock twitched against his tailored suit pants. “You look really hot,” he told her, tone appreciative but with a little husk about it. “Real glad it was you who took pity on my… lacking driving skills,” he added, a light chuckle following.
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Seeing his eyes on her legs, she hiked up the skirt she was wearing to show it off more. She crossed her legs and took the money, stuffing it in her boot. "Yes, but ground rules, hun. I can do anything but no kissing."
"Yes, I know." Mika touched the leather, knowing already that this car was way out of her grasp. She listened to the roar of the engine and was so intrigued with it. She convinced herself that one day she would be able to ride such a car or at least rev it. "And yes, it's pretty obvious you don't know how to drive this from the way you pull on the gear shift."
"Is this yours or did you steal it?"
open to: m/f/nb plot: pretty woman the movie. that's it.
"I appreciate this whole seduction thing you've got going on here, but let me give you a tip: I'm a sure thing." Mika chuckled, sitting on the carpet floors of their penthouse suite. She had never seen the inside of high-end hotels before. It was beautiful. It was gorgeous. But she knew it would be only for a short while. She was employed for only the night. Sipping on the champagne, taking a bite of the strawberry, and basking in the opulence of the room and her companion. "Just tell me what you want, slick."
Sebastian stood there, jaw tight, her words sinking in deeper than she’d ever know. He wanted to say something — anything — but every version of the truth in his head sounded like another lie. The room felt too small, too fragile for what was really sitting between them. He’d spent years convincing himself that leaving her was mercy, that keeping his distance was protection. But seeing her now, the exhaustion in her voice, the way she wouldn’t even look at him — it gutted him more than any threat his world had ever held. “Lizzie…” His voice came out low, rough. “I have been trying, every damn day, I’ve been trying to find a way out. To make sure none of it follows after you” He took a step closer before stopping himself, hands balling into fists at his sides. “You were the one thing I ever did right, and I ruined it anyway.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, the polished composure cracking, revealing the man underneath — tired, guilty, and more human than he wanted to be. “You want me to figure it out? I will. I’ll burn the whole damn thing down if I have to.” His gaze lifted to hers, steady despite the ache in his chest. “Just don’t tell me to stop wanting this. To stop wanting you.” He exhaled sharply, his thumb brushing the edge of his father’s gold watch — a nervous habit, a reminder of everything he’d already lost. “Because I can live with the things I've done” he said quietly. “But I don’t know if I can live away from you.”
Her eyes went to his watch as his thumb grazed over it. He was nervous. She matched his gaze, and everything he said would have made her stay with him. If it were a few months ago, that is. Things change, her hurt worsened, and her heart was guarded. She didn't know what he expected to happen, and she didn't know if she could even entertain the idea. She still loved him. It was never going to go away. Not when he turned her world upside down, she just didn't know if she could get over the loss she felt when he left. "What do you want me to say, Seb?"
"You keep saying things and I just- Don't you understand?" She hunched over, elbows to her knees, and her face buried in her hands. She was too overwhelmed with the conversation and presence. "Apologizing and keeping promises won't change the fact that you left, you hurt me, and you're still in that casino with all those shitty people."
"I love you, okay? I still do but I just- I can't- I don't-" Her mind's a mess and she felt helpless. "I don't want to get hurt again- I don't want my heart to break again."
Daniel continued looking at her as she admired the interior of the car. Her words drew a slight, knowing expression upon his features. Their gazes met again and her cheeky smile inspired a slighter one from him. “Good thing I am, then…” he murmured to her question. “Wanna get in and go for a ride?” As he spoke, Daniel felt his heart rate quicken further, adrenaline starting to pump in his veins, his mind filling with vivid thoughts of what they might do together. A moment later, he added, "You want me to pay now... or later?"
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"Payment first, hun." Mika smiled as she got into the car. The highlight of her day. She was going to be able to sit in the front seat of a luxury car and get paid to hook up with a cutie like him. She could already tell she was going to be in for some fun tonight. Aside from the fact that he was driving an expensive car, it was the aura he exuded. The confidence. Clicking the seat belt, her hand was out for him to give. "150 an hour, slick."
Looking up from the car, Daniel blinked as he registered what the young woman was saying. Despite the blunt remark, he chuckled for a moment before shrugging. “New car, that’s all. Gotta get used to it.” As the words left his lips, he couldn’t resist running his gaze up and down her figure, the tempting sight of her making his heartbeat quicken. Given where he was and what he’d come to do, there were no prizes for guessing who she was. “That a dealbreaker, sweetheart?” he added, lifting his gaze to meet hers.
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"It is if you're not looking for a date tonight." She leaned against the passenger window, admiring the interior. One of the most expensive cars in the world, and the poor guy can't seem to figure out how to work it. After a while, her eyes were fixated on the stranger. At least this one was good-looking. She thought as she shot him a cheeky smile, "So are you? Looking for a date tonight? Take a girl out for a spin, honey."
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pulling tricks and spending nights around hollywood boulevard was not in her life plans, but rent was due, and she needed to make some cash if she wanted to continue studying. it was a necessary means. she had dreams. so when her roomie/friend encouraged her to go up to the poor soul struggling to control a bugatti la voiture noire and for an easy cash grab, she strutted her little behind. "you seem lost, honey, and the way you're pulling on the stick shift means you have no idea how this car works."
the way my brain chemistry changed all bc i watched pretty woman (yes. i would love to write a pretty woman plot. pls gimme gimme)
✰ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝚰𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝚰𝐎𝐍 𝚰𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄.
" we agreed on nothin'." vanessa said, rolling her eyes. " i said i would try to help you out and i wouldn't promise or agree on anythin'." and maybe it was vanessa's mistake on her end for not taking things as seriously as she should've. " so what the fuck do you mean what the fuck happened ?" // @imperfectox
"Vanessa, please." Frustration on Harry's end in trying to figure out how he would be able to do a double show. Sure, they're at different times, but God, he just can't find the energy to do multiple shows a day. "You double-booked me, and you can't even acknowledge this? Come on."
Seb let out a low breath, the kind that came from somewhere deep in his chest — part disbelief, part relief. She was letting him stay. Not forgiving him, not really, but she wasn’t sending him away either. For a man who had spent months convincing himself he didn’t need her, that small act of mercy hit harder than he expected. “Your rules,” he murmured, his voice rough but sincere. “I can work with that.”
His eyes flicked to the couch, then back to her. There was something almost pained in the way he smiled — faint, crooked, tired. “You’ve got no idea how much I missed hearing you boss me around.” But beneath the small attempt at levity, the storm was still there. He was already thinking, already planning. The job — the people he worked for — didn’t just let you walk away. If they found out Lizzie was part of his life again, it would put her in the crosshairs faster than he could protect her. That thought alone nearly made him sick.
“I promise I’ll stay,” he said finally, quieter now, like he was talking more to himself than to her. “But I need to figure out how to keep this from bleeding into… us. My work, it’s—” He cut himself off before saying too much, jaw tightening. “It’s not something I can just quit. Not yet.”
Bleeding into us. A small part of her was hoping he was actually going to stay. She figured he had his affairs in order, or at least the whole scary bit out of the way. It turned out that he was just that desperate to see her. A pang of pain bubbled in her chest, and she shook her head. "Look, Seb."
"Do what you want, okay? Figure it out or don't. I don't wanna care about it." She settled herself on the couch, sinking into the cushions. Lizzie didn't know what to do. She didn't know what shit he got himself into before she met him. If they are as dangerous as he made them out to be, then she knew that nothing she could ever say or do would fix things. "Because I'm giving you that ultimatum."
"Figure it out. Find some God damn way to get yourself out of whatever shit you're in, or just leave me the fuck alone." She shrugged, looking up at him. "Because I'm tired, Seb. I'm tired of hoping, wishing, and wanting this. I don't want to spend another year holding onto the ghost of you. I- I wanna live my life."
