in your fantasy

ever since her mother fell ill, ayla decides to step up and take her spot as the maid in the fancy household that she worked at for as long as she could remember. it was a tragedy, her mother was bedridden -- in the hospital and his family was kind enough to allow her to stay in the guest house when she got evicted. she grew used to the big house, knew that the family had a son around her age that was studying, living life. . . what she was supposed to be doing. what she didn't know was that he was expected to be home, causing her to freeze in sight when she spots him in the kitchen. soon, he was in her presences -- he's much more handsome than the pictures they had up. "hi," ayla shyly pipes up, "um, yes. i started about a month ago so not really new, but kinda new?" pressing her mouth shut, she glances away. "um, did you need assistances with unpacking or anything, sir?"

#int: kamden & ayla #angelsdvsts

while he’d been away, he’d been notified that the housekeeper had fallen ill—but no one had mentioned his family hiring a replacement, let alone someone so young. she looked to be around his age. what was she doing here? questions crowded his mind as he stood there, trying to make sense of it all. his parents were off on some retreat and had said they’d be home tomorrow, though he doubted it. they treated the house more like a vacation spot than an actual home. he lifted a hand in a small wave, the moment growing awkward as he nodded at her words. “i'm sorry, i just didn’t know we were getting a new housekeeper,” he said, more apologetic than anything. a dozen more questions threatened to spill from his mouth, but he held them back, not wanting to overwhelm her. “no, you don’t have to do that—i’ve got it,” he added with a friendly smile. after a beat, he continued, “i ordered takeout and always end up getting way more than i can eat. would you want to join me?”

everything seem to be going well, he was ignoring her the best that he could -- tuning her out to the sound of the radio. that was until his car decided to act up, began to malfunction while in the middle of their roadtrip. it starts out with light banging, then it turn into loud clunking; pulling to the side to investigate. a groan escapes his lips, hearing the sound of her voice in the middle of a crisis was the last thing he needed, but it's what he was stuck with. after examining the car, he lets out a sigh -- rounding the drivers seat to give the female the news, "think we're gonna have to meet up with them tomorrow and catch a hotel tonight. the shop just closed."

#int: lycia & jax #angelsdvsts

honestly, the trip was going well. her airPods were in, a book was in her hands, and time was passing much faster than she’d expected. all she wanted on this trip was to ignore jax as much as possible and not deal with any of his shit. her eyes wandered to him as he got out of the car to inspect it. she exhaled, glancing around at their surroundings—nothing was nearby, not a soul or a building in sight for miles. “seriously?” she sighed, pulling out her phone to send a text to the group and update them on the situation. “i think i saw an exit for a motel about three miles up the road.”

typically, it wasn't difficult for lacey to get a good read on ethan -- after all the two have been best friends for as long as she could remember. every good memory involves him somehow, but lately it was harder than she expects. of course, she understood the stress about starting college, moving in together and being on their own for the first time... but this was all part of growing up, this was what they've always talked about, now they were actually living it. with starting up the new year, she wants to change her appearance a bit by wearing more revealing clothing -- testing it out with her pajamas first, knowing that nobody other than her roommate would see them. except, lacey hasn't put two and two together, believing that he was truly bothered about the start of college. "no jump scares unless you want me to jump in your lap!" time after time, she would often hide -- burying her eyes into his shoulders throughout majority of the movie. head tilts to the side, studying his features as he focuses on the tv. "you have nothing to stress about, you'll flourish i just know it," she reassures, hands about to shift towards his shoulders, but his voice causing her to halt midair. brow furrowing ever so slightly, placing her hand upon his thigh, giving him a light squeeze. "you need to relax, we don't even start class until the end of the month. we're just settling in together as roommates early."

#int: ethan & lacey #angelsdvsts

the room felt thick with tension. he wished it weren’t there. but clearly he was the only feeling it. she appeared completely oblivious to his lingering glances, to the way something in him shifted the moment she stepped out in her revealing clothes. ethan wanted to question her about it, but he knew he’d give himself away if he did. he couldn’t risk that. things couldn’t become awkward between them. “you’ve done that before,” he shot back lightly, forcing a joking tone as he tried to dissolve the tension—though he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. he continued scrolling through the streaming platforms, eyes desperately searching for something to focus on other than the dip of the couch beneath her weight or the heat radiating from her body beside him. “thank you, lacey.” a smile spread across his lips at her words; she always seemed to know exactly what to say. his gaze dropped to where her hand rested on his thigh. it wasn’t the first time she’d done it—she’d done it plenty of times before—but this time was different. heat rushed through his body, his breath hitching in his throat. the way her fingers lightly squeezed sent him spiraling. god, she had no idea what she was doing to him. all he could manage was a nod. not because he didn’t want to talk to her—but because if he opened his mouth, the words would come out in stutters, and he’d give himself away completely.

the blaring music was the last thing he was focusing on, it was like he was in sync with the female -- watching her every move like he has been doing most of the night entirely captivated by her as the dim light reflects a certain glow that makes her look angelic. "and why don't you think that's wise? don't think you can handle yourself if your brother isn't in the next room over? or you know that you'd go feral knowing that we're at my place, home alone." that charming smirk forms across his lips, hues flickering towards her lips before looking back towards her eyes. he could feel himself leaning closer against her, wanting to close the gap between them, but he refrains for now. arm snake around her waist, drawing circles against her side, "i surely would. definitely need a reminder too.. so why don't you just go right ahead and do just that."

#int: vega & lucas #angelsdvsts

vega felt the tension coil low in her stomach, his words sending a slow heat through her veins even as she struggled to maintain her composure. her back pressed more firmly against the wall when his arm settled around her waist, the casual intimacy of the touch making her breath hitch despite herself. she tilted her head slightly, lips curving into a knowing smile that hinted she wasn’t nearly as innocent as she pretended to be. “i don’t think you can handle yourself,” she said, deliberately trying to steer the conversation elsewhere as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “i think…” her voice trailed off while her fingers danced along his chest. “if we were alone in your apartment, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.” the words came slowly, her eyes drifting up to meet his. “so,” she murmured, “what kind of reminder are you looking for, lucas?”

"i thought that we my purpose though. . ." and that's exactly what she wanted, to no longer be the forgotten girl and if dressing a little risker meant that than she's willing to do so. laughter falls from her lips, grinning happily as he glares at her, "skill books? oh, so you're telling me all the skills you have in bed is because you read a book about it?" amusement creeps up upon her features, cheeks feeling warm from the alcohol coursing through her system. head bobbing to the music ever so slightly as her eyes scans the crowd before he grabs hold of her shoulders. ignoring the shivers that ran down her spine from his closeness. trying to focus on his words as her eyes shift towards the guy that he mentions. a disbelief look scatters over her features, eyes widen as the blonde glances up at him. "are you insane? i don't know if i could do that." definitely was never the one to just go up to someone and kiss them without saying a word, but maybe that was the purpose.

#int: austin & chasity #angelsdvsts

“yes, but you don’t need to dress like them to fit in,” austin said, eyeing her carefully. he didn’t want her ending up like them, and he wished she could see them the way he did—people just trying to fill a void, using the only method they knew. “from now on, i'm not telling you shit about me,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “what if I told you yes?” his brows lifted as he leaned an arm against the bar, resting his head on it with a smirk. “have you ever read one of those smut books before? super descriptive,” he teased, his eyes never leaving her—truthfully, he couldn’t look away. “you’ve got this, blondie,” he added with a wink, amusement dancing across his features. “or do i need to give you a few pointers from my skill book?”

"you know i should just leave and see someone else put up with you," he playfully threats, except he wouldn't leave -- not unless he got fired. his job with her was something he had always enjoyed, lucky for him the blonde wasn't a diva; most of the time she was only a diva playfully which he matches that energy back. "you know damn well your manager will be mad at the both of us if you don't make it in time," sending her a deadpan look before a slight chuckle escapes his lips, knowing all too well that she needed to indulge in her sweet treats. "tomorrow after your show you can eat all the sweets you want," leaning over he steals a few pieces of candy, popping it in his mouth.

#int: brinley & joshua #angelsdvsts

“is this your way of telling me you’re sick of me?” the blonde quirked a brow at him before popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. her eyes stayed on joshua as she skipped over to him, a grin tugging at her lips. “and we’d never hear the end of it,” she added, already imagining everything her manager would say—how it could even lead to him getting fired, which absolutely couldn’t happen. brinley had grown attached to him, spending nearly every second of the day by his side. “tomorrow after my show, i was thinking…” she trailed off, batting her lashes up at him. “we could stop by the mall? i’m in desperate need of a shopping spree.”

one look at her and he could just tell that she has never lifted a finger a day in her life, she was privileged, a true brat at it's finest and his job was to shape her back into the human that he knew was beneath the surface. it's hard to try and get through to someone who believes that they aren't the problem, but he was going to try his best no matter how many eye rolls he receives. he watches as her heels clicks away, a scoff escaping his own lips before locking up the horse and turning back into the house. leaning against her door, he sighs. "dinner's should be ready soon, wash up and prepare to set the table. then i suggest you get sleep, like i said we have an early morning." not even giving her time to speak back, he walks off to prepare himself for dinner.

#int: bexley & jake #angelsdvsts

the room was quite small—something she wasn’t used to—but it would have to do for the time being. from the look of it, there was no attached bathroom, which meant she’d have to share. that only made it worse. she set her suitcase on the bed and immediately noticed the cotton sheets. great. she only slept on silk, but she highly doubted he had spare silk sheets lying around. she jumped at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to appear right behind her. spinning around, she opened her mouth to say something—but he was already gone before she had the chance. taking a moment to settle in as best she could, she eventually headed downstairs and into the dining room. she did her best to prepare the table, awkward and unsure, since this was entirely new to her. she’d never done anything like it before.

it was almost like he found her routine and purposely began working out in front of her, so she would pass by it each time she was making way towards her place. how could she not ooze at his body every chance that she got? thankful that he has never brought it up; how often her gaze falls upon him was shameful. although, what astrid hopes to achieve was to learn more about her hot neighbor. maybe it was a sign from the universe to push them together, after months of living together and only sharing a few smiles or hello's. "i don't know, it might be extremely entertaining for me," she playfully teases, smiling as her cheeks turns red. "does that mean that you have other plans of entertainment?" she inquires curiously.

#int: jaden & astrid #angelsdvsts

the way she stood just a foot away from him had his body tensing—not in a bad way. he never would’ve expected her to end up in his home, though he’d always hoped he’d work up the nerve to approach her someday. after handing her the towel, he stepped back and pressed the button to close the garage door, then motioned for her to follow him inside. “well, maybe next time i work out, i’ll invite you over so you can watch,” he said, a sly smirk spreading across his lips. he knew all too well how often she’d stolen glances at him while he trained. “well, that all depends on you, sweetheart.” he headed into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab two bottles of water and handing one to her. “so… what do you like to do?”

shifting towards the side of the bar where chairs were meant to be on the chairs by now, he still had to wipe the tables down -- mentally making a list in his mind to not focus on the actual conversation at hand. to be honest, he didn't know how to handle it; it would've just been better if she stayed away. arms crossed over his chest, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes as she apologizes. but she she explains herself, he inhales lightly -- hues softening. "and you choosing to ignore all those text messages that i sent?" he pushes the question, wanting to know her thoughts understanding that she was scared. "so, what changed? what made you decide to show up face to face instead of just shooting me a message?"

#int: alena & liam #angelsdvsts

the tension was thick, wrapping around her like a chokehold. this was her fault—she was the one who’d gotten scared and made everything awkward between them. he was right; she had ignored all his texts. she’d read every single one but couldn’t bring herself to respond. “this wasn’t something i could say over text, liam,” she said, her voice breaking before she quickly pulled herself together, refusing to cry in front of him. “look, i’m not here for you to forgive me for what i did,” she continued, her eyes dropping to her hands as she fidgeted with them. “i’m here to explain myself… and to tell you i’m sorry.”

it wasn't difficult to notice that rafe couldn't focus like he normally did with seraphina was on a date; it was like he had a sixth sense for her. except, what she doesn't understand is why he acts this way towards her -- although, she does enjoy the attention despite how often she acts like she doesn't. brow quirks as she eyes the arm around her friend's shoulder; that seems to make her happy that rafe was paying attention to her for the first time that night. "very true, they are hot." her date pipes up, "which was why i knew you'd say yes when seraphina suggested a double date," he continues to add causing her to nod her head. "mhm, i hope you two flourish real far," but she could already tell rafe wasn't that into the date.

#int: rafe & seraphina #angelsdvsts

knowing what he’d said hadn’t gone exactly how he’d planned, it was too late to take it back—he just had to roll with it now. yes, cherise was attractive, but she didn’t come anywhere close to seraphina. rafe felt the woman beside him shift, clearly pleased by his actions. his blood boiled at the other man’s words, but he kept his mouth shut, biting his tongue to hold back everything he wanted to say. “mhm, i bet you do, seraphina,” he said, his enthusiasm painfully fake—something only she would catch onto. an idea sparked. this whole little date wasn’t about cherise; it was about getting under seraphina’s skin. he leaned in, positioning himself to whisper into cherise’s ear, murmuring something about how he couldn’t wait to get her dress off—quietly enough that only she could hear. when she giggled beside him, he knew she’d taken it exactly how he’d intended.

amarvelousmencgerie

Rin reached out and took the phone from Nash. She began to take it apart as they drove down towards the highway. Rolling down the window she threw the phone out first before breaking the SIM card in half and then tossing it out as well. She sighed doing the same to her own. As she turned back around towards him she couldn't help but look worried. "Because you know that my family is high up in the Bratva and my husband will be the next in charge. This means, Mikhail wants to pick who it is and I refuse to be a pawn in my families game. They've mostly kept me away from people and when I knew that I had no other option, I ran. I was supposed to be at my reherseal for the show in two weeks. I'm a ballerina but I knew it was my only chance before he'd sealed the deal on me marrying a gross man who's... well I'm not sure but I think he was fifty or somewhere right around that. He basically paid to marry me and I'm not going to do it. Running was my only way." She smiled, "you were the only one with a classic car in the parking lot that I started looking for a car. So I hot wired it, things my cousin Dimitri taught me. I am really sorry about getting you involved but this is better for you anyway because you only had two more days and Dimitri would have come wanting you to pay. He also would have wanted flesh for causing them to have to come get it from you. If he was in a good mood, it would have been a pinky."

Rin looked down at her hands, picking at her cuticles before reaching into her bag and pulling out two phones. SHe put them together and handed one to him. "Once we get to my locker I have everything in there for us to disappear. I'll just need to take a picture of you to finish the passport and you'll need to pick a name."

#int: nash rin #amarvelousmencgerie

watching her toss his phone out the window, he nearly lost it—but he forced himself to stay calm, reminding himself that a phone could always be replaced. “what the hell?” his voice rose as his eyes snapped to her. he listened carefully to what she said, wanting to be sure he understood her completely. when she pulled out two phones and handed one to him, he took it, inspecting it briefly before slipping it into his pocket. “okay,” he said evenly, pulling out onto the main road. “point me in the direction i’m supposed to go.” he drove carefully, sticking to the speed limit and obeying every traffic sign—the last thing he needed was to get pulled over.

closed starter for @sugaredvenoms plot :: you crashed at my place after a party and we said it wouldn’t be weird but now i can’t quit thinking about the way you looked in my bed

the bright sun streamed through the blinds in nash’s living room, forcing him to lift a hand to rub at his eyes as he tried to adjust to the light. a soft groan slipped from his lips, his back aching faintly from spending the night crashed on the couch. he pushed himself upright, stretching before dragging a hand through his messy hair—the result of tossing and turning all night. the couch was comfortable enough to sit on but definitely not meant for sleeping. still, he hadn’t had much of a choice. the night before, he’d brought Noelle back to his place so she could crash, insisting she take the bed while he settled for the couch. now, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, his gaze drifted to where she lay sleeping. the sight of her there—so peaceful, so at ease—made his heart flutter in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t quite expected but couldn’t ignore.

The soft, rhythmic sound of Nash’s footsteps was just enough to pull Noelle out of a deep, dreamless sleep. She stirred, the silk sheets—which definitely smelled like him shifted against her skin. For a moment, she forgot where she was, basking in the quiet luxury of a bed that didn't have a spring poking into her ribs. Then, she remembered. The argument at the bar, the rain, and Nash’s stubborn insistence that she wasn't going home to her "deathtrap" apartment in that storm. She blinked her eyes open, squinting against the golden California sun cutting through the room. When she rolled onto her side, she saw him/ "You look like hell." She murmured, her voice thick with sleep and devoid of its usual biting edge. She pushed herself up on her elbows, the blankets pooling around her waist. "I told you I could have taken the couch, Nash." She said softly. She brushed a stray hair out of her face. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her toes hitting the cool floor. "Is the coffee started, or am I going to have to save your life for a second time this weekend by making it myself?"

#int: nash & noelle #sugaredvenoms

just seeing her stir in her sleep brought a smile to his lips; she looked gorgeous with her messy bedhead. if only she could stay in his bed forever—she looked peaceful, perfect. “ouch.” his hand flew to his chest, feigning offense at her words. “you’re telling me i don’t look hot with my bedhead?” he chuckled, crossing his arms. “and what kind of guy would i be if i let you sleep on the couch?” he added, knowing there was absolutely nothing she could say that would’ve made him do that. his tongue darted out to wet his lips before another chuckle escaped him. “no, the coffee hasn’t been started,” he admitted. “and no, it wasn’t because of that—i just completely blanked on starting it.”

Finn had spent the last twenty minutes convincing himself that he was purely here for the philanthropy, but the moment Ayla crossed the threshold, that lie evaporated. Being one of the professional surfers at the event, he was invited to the fundraiser -- a cause that he really did care about. Seeing her step into the foyer, he inhaled deeply, feeling infuriated. He straightened his dinner jacket, forcing himself to move into the main ballroom. "Nice entrance, Ayla." He said. "Though I’m pretty sure 'distracted the competition with a red carpet show' is considered a low blow, even for you." He crossed his arms, leaning back slightly. "I assumed you’d be here strictly for the cameras. You actually look relieved to be away from them. Don't tell me you actually care about the surfing program?"

#int: ayla & finn #sugaredvenoms

her eyes scanned the room, and within seconds, they landed on finn as he made his way toward her. it wasn’t like she hadn’t expected to see him—this was a surfing fundraiser, after all, and he was a pro surfer. of course he’d be here. still, his presence instantly made the night far more interesting. she already knew what was coming: pointed comments, lingering looks, and the familiar tension crackling between them. “so I’m that heartless to you?” ayla shot back, rolling her eyes. sure, she’d stopped for a few photos on the way in, but that had only been to get her manager off her ass. if she’d rushed straight inside without stopping, the headlines would’ve torn her apart by morning—and her manager would’ve been right there with them. “i'm here for the cause,” she continued, her words coming fast as she straightened her posture. “schools deserve to have a surfing program, especially around here.” she paused, then added pointedly, “and it’ll teach kids how to swim.”

𝜗𝜚 ── ⊹ ‧₊ closed for @milliontwilight

we were just friends with benefits until you got hurt and i realized i actually care way too much

The sterile white lights of the hospital room felt like they were vibrating against Capri’s skull. She lay back against the stiff pillows, her leg elevated and encased in a heavy cast, a dull, rhythmic throb echoing the beat of her heart. The door creaked open, and she didn't even have to look to know it was Ryder. She could smell his familiar scent even through the medicinal haze of the room. Usually, his arrival meant a smirk and a distraction, but today, the weight of his presence felt crushing. "Don't." Capri rasped. She kept her eyes fixed on the flickering TV screen in the corner, refusing to meet his gaze. "Don't do the 'concerned friend' thing, Ryder. It doesn’t suit you." She gripped the thin hospital blanket, her knuckles white. "You should go." She trembled despite her best efforts to keep it cold. She finally turned her head, her eyes glassy and brimming with an ache. "Watching you look at me like I'm something fragile…it’s making me realize things I’ve been trying really hard to ignore." A single tear escaped. "We were supposed to be the easy part of each other's lives. But I’m lying here terrified--not of the surgery or the recovery, but of the fact that I’ve fallen for you. And now I'm stuck in this bed, hurt and wide open, realizing that you have all the power to break what's left of me."

#int: ryder & carpi #sugaredvenoms

the harsh white lights of the hospital seemed to drain every ounce of energy from his body, but he didn’t dare go home. capri lay in the hospital bed, her leg wrapped in a cast and propped up to help with the swelling. ever since he’d found out she was there, he’d barely left her side, hovering almost constantly despite knowing he was probably being overbearing. he’d only stepped away for a few minutes to grab drinks from the vending machine. setting one down on the table beside her, he frowned. seeing her like this—hurt, confined to a hospital bed—made his chest ache. if he could’ve switched places with her, he would’ve done it without hesitation. “do you want me to just be okay with you lying here, hurt?” he asked, his brows furrowing as he struggled to keep himself together. listening to her talk nearly brought him to tears, and he fought the urge to break down in front of her. but she wasn’t wrong—everything she said was true. they’d been friends with benefits for a while now, keeping things casual and uncomplicated. yet ever since he’d gotten the call saying she was in the hospital, something inside him had shifted. things felt different. he felt a sudden, overwhelming pull toward her—a yearning he’d never experienced before. “i know our agreement was no feelings,” he admitted quietly, his voice thick. “but the second i heard you were here, my heart felt heavy. it was like a part of me was missing, and all i could think about was you, capri.” he stepped closer to the bed but stopped himself from reaching out, not wanting to make things uncomfortable. “that whole ‘no feelings involved’ thing… i knew it was bullshit. i agreed anyway, knowing i was going to catch feelings. and now here i am.”

𝜗𝜚 ── ⊹ ‧₊ closed for @milliontwilight

i was supposed to set you up with my friend but now i realized i want you for myself

The neon hum of the bar felt a lot louder than it did ten minutes ago. Landon shifted on the vinyl stool, his thumb tracing the condensation on his glass of bourbon. He was supposed to be the wingman tonight. He’d spent two weeks talking up his buddy, Mark—how he was a "great guy" and "perfect" for Arcadia. However, Landon felt a sharp, inconvenient twist in his chest. "You know..." He muttered, leaned in closer to Arcadia. He ignored the text vibrating in his pocket -- likely Mark saying he was parking. "I think I might have oversold the 'friend' angle." He didn't look at the door. He looked at her, his gaze lingering a second too long on her lips before meeting her eyes. "Actually." Landon said bluntly. "I think I’m officially calling off the introduction. I'm not bringing him over here." He set his glass down turned his shoulders fully toward her, blocking out the rest of the room. "I’m being selfish. I realized about five minutes ago that the idea of watching you talk to him for the next three hours makes me want to put my head through this mahogany bar. So, change of plans. You’re stuck with me."