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1.08 - Wiring MOTORHEADS (2025-)

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open to: f/nb plot: rish is a doctor, he doesn't have a lot of free time but tonight he's finally approaching the person he always makes eye contact with at the bar.

there wasn't a lot of time to flirt, not a lot of time to enjoy himself. but tonight rish decided to go for it. it had been a long time since he had approached anyone. the closest thing he had to a relationship was with his work, as an er doctor he felt he didn't have much of a choice. but even he had to let loose once in awhile. he was only human. he walked over to the booth where they were sitting alone and sat down across from them. "i know it's a tired line, but i see you here a lot. and i know you see me too." he said referring to all the times they had caught each other's gaze.

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@satvns | continued from here

"still be single? lady i will have a ring attached to my finger saying to everyone i'm taken. also, i have no free time. because, i work for you." oliver explained, annoyed at how nonchalant she was being about this whole thing and every click of her fingers pressing a button on her keyboard annoyed him. oliver looked at her, and he couldn't tell if she was bluffing or not, but could he really take that risk. there was nothing tying him to this company except for her. "well, that's ridiculous." he said throwing his hands up in the air. "i obviously can't be mr. aguado, you'd have to be mrs. pierce." he said as a matter of factly. "and me saying that, doesn't mean i agree with this idea at all, which i think is ridiculous and do i have to say it again. illegal!" his voice was turning a pitch higher, he was stressed, stressed because he was weighing his options.

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max's eyebrows furrowed at olympia's little rant about working until he let out a condescending scoff. "are you working to help our friends, or are you working because you don't know how to have fun?" he asked, but before he let her answer he let out a yelp. "oh my god, olympia stand still!!" he said with a panicked voice as he grabbed her elbows and turned her around. "oh my god, this is awful, it seems you have a stick permanently lodged in your ass." he said in an over dramatic tone before letting her go, and returning to his normal tone. "i think you're beyond saving." max loved making fun of her, it was the only thing that made hanging out with her worthwhile. "i still think you should try to get laid… maybe you'll be a little less frigid then." max said with a smile on his face as he leaned confidently against the wall. "dude, i'm already losing money being here for the next three weeks. i'm not paying for a better room." max said as he waved his hand in her face, letting her know how dumb of a suggestion that was. "also, just so you know. when you inevitably get drunk and come knocking on my door. i will have to turn you down." he said as he put a condescending hand on her shoulder.

as soon as she saw him, she reasoned she probably should have expected they'd be put beside each other. best man and maid of honour should be able to work together, to make sure the bride and groom's day is perfect - so placing them beside each other was bound to streamline the process. that was of course, overlooking the fact that olympia and max had never got along. sure, she probably could have tried to be nicer - but she'd never been the friendliest person at the best of times, let alone if she didn't particularly like the person. "or maybe i'm just smart enough to know sleeping around and possibly pissing somebody off isn't going to make the wedding go well. you do that's why you're here right? to make things run smooth - face it, we're working not on vacation." at least that's how she viewed it, but she'd never been good at relaxing - so she'd assign herself tasks even if they weren't necessary. "i did hear they were offering upgrades... maybe you could go bug the staff for one, and we can have a more pleasant experience?"

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it didn't come out of nowhere, oliver had been in and out of denial about his crush on his friend. he had chalked it up to teenage confusion after they had become adults, but it never disappeared, that feeling he had when he was around her and neither did the awful feeling of betrayal each time a new guy had his arm wrapped around her. it wasn't fair to her for him to lash out, but he just felt so done, and he convinced himself that he would just as upset with her if there were no feelings, you could only take your friend complaining about dating shitty people for so long. her attitude didn't help with his anger towards her, and it made him not back down. "oh, i don't know etta. how come you're the one who always ends up in these types of situations. there must be something you're doing. i mean you let these guys walk all over you and all they end up doing is using you and then throwing your ass away. feels like you're not doing a lot to stop it." oliver didn't recognize the words coming out of him at this moment, but the jealousy and bitterness had churned inside of him and created this.

the femme was in the midst of rambling, and when she started, after a while it was hard to get her to 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽. the aggravation that burned beneath her skin had been building over time, and days like the one she had only fed the flame. talk about a shitty date— you arrive at the spot and wait for your partner, only to get a facetime call from them nearly two HOURS later from them at a different event entirely. at this point, etta felt as if she was being ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ, doomed to date assholes and losers alike. where was she even supposed to look?? a pause as etta shakes her head, though when parting her lips to start again, the hum of oliver's voice is heard. his tone has etta taken back for a second before she registers exactly what response she heard. back straightens up and she twirls on the ball of her foot to shoot over an agitated scowl. ❝𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂 oliver ... like what's 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 supposed to mean?❞

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parker didn't know why he insisted on never giving up on amara, but if there really was no chance with her, she would have pushed him off a cliff or something by now, right? "right." parker said with a little nod, letting it be quiet for a few seconds. "they say a picture is worth a thousand words. but what if the point you're trying to get across takes more than a thousand words, y'know?" he asked with a little tilt of his head. "like you for example. you could try describing yourself with only a thousand words, but would that really even be able to scratch the surface of how great you are?"

like all the times before, the two found themselves in their little routine of parker flirting with her and amara telling him to shut up. although she'd secretly found his antics to be amusing, especially since their best friends were always running off and leaving them alone, she wasn't about to let him know that. his words had her eyes rolling playfully, trying but failing to stop the small smile that pulled at her glossed lips. she might have been a little bit of an ice queen, but all of that melted away when you got to know her. "yeah, right, so let's be very quiet then."

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luca looked at the young woman as she made herself more comfortable on his couch, she was gorgeous, and of course it had scared him to think that she might end up getting feelings for him. but he thought amethyst seemed like a smart woman, and it was more sex than anything. "well. i'm glad we cleared that up then." luca said with a teasing smile, thinking the girl was a bit silly for even brining it up, still it didn't change anything. he was still attracted to her, and he still wanted her. "do we?" luca teased as he got up from the couch and walked over to the wine cabinet to grab a bottle of red, getting two glasses too. "tell me more about this." he said as he set the glass down in front of her and started pouring wine.

she had to admit, she felt a little silly when she said it, but also felt like she should make the distinction out loud. the last thing amethyst wanted was him getting the wrong idea, thinking she was some lovesick girl who'd end up asking for more than what she was ever going to get... not that she thought she really wanted that. “ can't hurt t' check in, ” she noted, sliding off her shoes and pulling her feet up under her. “ we both know the answer t' that, ” she smirked at him, her gaze lit with humor and an underlying hunger that had dressed her and dragged her all the way there.

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open to: f (age gaps allowed!) plot: based on the proposal, oliver's boss (your muse) is getting booted out of the united states because of an expired visa unless they find some other way to stick around...

"you want me to... what?!" oliver was in disbelief in what was being asked of him. "first of all, that's illegal. second of all, i like being single! third.... it's illegal!" oliver yelled as he looked at his boss. she had always treated him bad, made him run around town on silly errands, given him very little real work and now she wanted him to marry her so she could stick around in the country. "this is insane... i'm not doing this."

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open to: f/nb plot: beck is a drug dealer, it's a late saturday night and your muse is walking the streets.

it was obvious they were coming from some sort of party the way they were dressed and beck wouldn't mind making a little extra money. he was leaning against the wall of a building and as soon as they walked past him, he started walking with them. "fun night?" he said as he motioned towards their outfit. "you looking to keep the fun going?"

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"So you'd rather be set up in a marriage by your parents?" Carter asked, because he couldn't imagine anyone wanting that. Maybe if they were like, horrible or shy or something and had trouble finding a partner on their own. And Carter did not have any trouble finding women… at least to sleep with. He was still working on the relationship part, too slowly for his mom's liking. "That's like saying it's okay if someone tortures you, because at least they're not killing you?" Carter shook his head, he refused to be wed off and forced into a marriage. He enjoyed being single, and if the only girls that were going to come his way where girls his mom picked for him, he'd rather stay single the rest of his life. "You have that spark in your eye." he licked his lips with a little smile, before he winced at the word 'maid', clutching his chest after she said it in mock pain. "God, please don't call yourself that. It sounds so… icky." If it was anything Carter hated, was being reminded how rich he was, or how rich his parents were. "You work for my mom. Let's just call it that. And yes i realize the irony of that as you're ironing my shirt. But in my head, you're just doing that as a favor to me. Let me live in ignorance." Carter said, only half-joking. "Besides I'm pretty sure you have a life outside of work. And I'm sure you get a newfound appreciation of life hanging around people have a silver spoon stuck up their ass. I'm sure you even stick it to them and steal a few dollar bills here and there." he teased as he prodded her shoulder with his fingers.

"I don't know if I would call it a dream." Sure, she didn't have to worry about her parents trying to marry her off to someone they didn't want to be with, but it still would have been nice for the to give a crap about her. That was probably the only thing she envied when it came to Carter. She had to work odd jobs to put herself through college and afford her rent, but she got by. Her eyes went down as she focused on ironing his shirt as she didn't want to burn the fabric. It was easy for him to distract her, but she also didn't want to let him know that. "I mean -- I guess you could say that. But if she really wanted that, she would just have a wedding set up for you, throw a tux on you, and have you chained to the altar while you meet your bride as soon as she comes down the aisle. At least you get to meet the women she's trying to set you up with. That's something, right?" She glanced up at him while bringing one of her shoulders up into half a shrug. "How do you know I'm fun? Am I ironing your shirt in a 'fun' way?" She asked in a teasing tone with a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm your maid. How exactly am I giving off 'fun' vibes?" Crystal asked while adjusting the shirt on the ironing board. Of course she did have a bit of a wild side to her, but she would never let that show while she was at work. Of course it wasn't all that impossible if he had seen her while she was out with some friends, but she never would have imagined him being on her side of the world, but more of a high scale clubs and whatnot.

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"Yeah, i know me too. But it's nice seeing those guys… Even if i didn't spend a lot of time with them tonight." he said with a little chuckle, instead getting lost in conversation with Samara. Declan would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the attention, and he felt the slightest tingle as she touched his chest. He smiled at her as she told him he was her friend, it made him feel proud and all warm inside. Declan smiled as he snapped a few pictures of her and he looked down at the screen to look at his work and he walked over to her and showed her a picture. "See, gorgeous. You're a natural." Declan said as he elbowed her playfully and smiled down at her. Samara could have easily been a model if she wanted too. She had the looks, she was stunning and beautiful in a very specific way. She almost looked like royalty.

"No not at all, I had a wonderful time with you." Samara quickly replied lightly touching his chest to emphasize her sincerity. "It's just the whole club atmosphere and big groups that aren't my favorite. I prefer a more intimate setting without all the noise." She explained not wanting him to think she regretted their time together. "Not to mention most of these people aren't my friends, you though are a clear exception." As Declan got himself ready she tried to figure out how to pose or even what to do with her hands for the photo. "Here goes nothing," she whispered to herself before lightly tossing her head and turning her head towards him giving a soft smile. The confidence she had didn't come from her looks but moreso on her professional aptitude. Yet she felt comfortable with Declan. Even if she didn't feel she looked her best he would make her look stunning with his photography skills, even if it was just a picture on his phone.

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Simone Ashley photographed by Alex Babsky (2025)