#neonvvaves

[amoreemioo]

honestly? even simple phone calls with kaye had seokmin feeling nervous lately … surely it wouldn’t take the other too long to connect the dots, right? all it would take was one phrase, one word, one laugh for kaye to realize he knew that voice an hour into their call, or a couple hours into a long day of work — god, seokmin was so nervous. it’s the only reason he took so long to actually hit the button and call the other man. it wasn’t like he had an excuse, kaye knew he had his phone — seokmin had quite literally just sent a few texts. so why was it taking him a minute or two to hit call? hopefully that question didn’t come his way because he did not have an answer at the ready.

or, well — maybe he did. but it would be a bit of a white lie, and he didn’t want to do that. like, sure. seokmin was moving around his room right now and that did take time, but it was also because he was stalling. seokmin hit the lights, rolled into bed, he was getting comfortable with his stack of pillows and adjusting his blankets — he wasn’t going to bed, but he was resting. you know, for what might be a long & hard conversation. one that wouldn’t start until he hit the button, which he did, and then he just had to wait for kaye to answer.

x / @neonvvaves

[finalgayze]

@neonvvaves [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. ( for trijal from harlow !

“Respectfully, you really didn’t need to throw yourself into things like that. But it’s good to know that you’re not that… Thing,” Trijal said, trying to make light of the situation while opening the first aid kit. He would have preferred anything else but most of their medical supplies were currently on fire. Trijal was plenty crispy as well, and he couldn’t say that the extremely low temperatures were helping that much.

[slashcrz]

@neonvvaves sent -> [ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite.

always accepting memes!!

" mmmm- " elias had murmured, soft && low, voice husky from sleep as he woke up to the gentle press of lips to his neck. the bite was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. he rolled over to catch alistair's eyes with his own as dawn peeked through thin curtains of his humble top-floor apartment. the bakery below was just puffing into life, early muffins && bread wafting up the walls to float through the wooden floorboards, greeting his nose with warmth && sugar scents. these moments, the writer had decided, were what heaven was made of. alistair, in his bed, fingers tangled into his - so unbelievably beautiful, elias felt he could fall right into his dark, glimmering eyes for hours. maybe he'd be fine if he never looked away. the romance was still young; but oh, elias couldn't imagine it ever ending. against the venetian backdrop, true magic had been found in his quiet little corner of the world. among ink wells && sculpture dust, the artists had fallen in love, and elias felt his heart race as he pressed a kiss deep to his lover's lips. " i like it when you bite me. " he smirked, a teasing, flirty quip in his voice. how different from the man who had trembled when asking alistair for the first date; how he'd thrown up after, in the alleyway, dizzy && giddy && feeling overwhelmed by the sheer attraction, the way his heart thundered so. this was what epics were made of, poetry was spun of. and he'd found it. he'd found alistair. or had been found. " i like it when you show me i'm yours. " he continued, body pressing close, capturing the man's face within his hands. never did he not beg for more....

it was the last memory he had of the man who had haunted his every nightmare, every daydream, every thought. the name that echoed in the tune of every song. the character he searched for in every book. this very moment, so many decades later, elias could remember every second like it had been just that morning. replaying in his mind like an eternal movie, weighing on his lifeless heart, and giving him a reason to double check every corner.

it was the last time he'd seen alistair, and the last time he'd ever felt whole. except... until now? there was a haunting familiarity about the lingering, tall, dark, handsome man in the side of his vision. even though he couldn't quite get a look at the strangers face... elias felt acutely aware of him. trying to fight the urge to stare, elias sank his teeth into his cheek, leaning && prying his neck as discreetly as possible, feeling almost sick to his stomach. it was like a dream come to life, he was so sure, he didn't need to see his eyes to just know... he felt it in his soul.

alistair. he was there, he was standing right there, and elias was definitely going to throw up. breath hitching, he panicked, palms sweating and head going dizzy, elias started to follow him as he began to step away. the vampire crossed the street without looking- he had to see him, he had to know- but if it was truly alistair, he was going to pass out.

[ofstcrlightz]

closed starter for: @neonvvaves muse: sen kinomoto, 30, bodyguard

"How did I let you convince me to do this again? I have enough on my plate already." Sen rolled his eyes but a playful smile was plastered across his lips. Not that he didn't end up in certain situations on his own. His hotheaded behavior had gotten him in trouble many times and that just seemed to work for his job. "You're lucky I don't have to be at work today."

[harvies]

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It's  the  last  texts  Davy  shakily  sends  to  Phillip,  barely  pressing  the  right  keys  with  how  darkness  bites  at  the  edges  of  his  vision.  He  can't  correctly  type  one  out  of  three  words  ( i  love  you ),  but  manages  to  send  the  link  of  a  playlist  he's  been  working  on  for  Phillip.  Love  ballads,  mostly  80s,  some  early  2000's,  bit  of  late  90's  ( of  course,  he  needs  to  include  W.estli.fe ),  each  one  thoughtfully  chosen.  ".  .  .  I  was  going  to  burn  the  songs  on  a  CD  for  you."  Davy's  voice  runs  hoarse  from  exhaustion,  but  his  smile's  warm  and  fond  as  ever.  Silently,  Davy  takes  in  the  sight  of  him.  "Phil ─"  Davy's  chest  seizes  with  overwhelming  guilt.  "I'm  sorry.  Fuck,  I  swear,  I  never  wanted  to  put  you  through  this."  He  moves  closer,  so  he  can  rest  his  forehead  against  Phillip's  temple.  Just  take  a  moment  to  breathe,  and  bask  in  his  presence. Before  Davy  can  go  on  with  his  apology,  Phillip  hits  him  square  in  the  chest  with  that  confession.  It  knocks  the  wind  out  of  Davy  more  than  tonight's  earlier  violence,  something  that  almost  devolves  into  a  life-or-death  situation.  Eyes  wide,  Davy  leans  back  a  little  to  stare  at  Phillip.  He  should  do  the  right  thing,  kindly  decline,  and  let  Phillip  walk  away.  But  for  once,  Davy  decides  to  be  selfish ─  he  reaches  out  to  cradle  the  side  of  Phillip's  face,  draws  nearer,  and  kisses  him.  A  kiss  that  promises,  I'll  never  scare  you  like  this  again,  and  whispers,  You're  all  I  wanted  to  see.  There's  a  hint  of  a  smile  at  the  end,  then  a  breathless  laugh  once  the  kiss  breaks.  "I  love  you  too."  Tears  bring  out  the  vibrant  blue-greens  of  his  eyes,  a  light  that's  adoring  and  bright.  "And  I'm  still  gonna  burn  you  that  CD,  darling."

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phillip wasn't expecting this — the moment davy leans in, cradling his face with a tenderness that sends sparks racing down his spine, phil’s breath hitches. his heart is still pounding from the adrenaline, now beats with an entirely different rhythm, faster, warmer. the kiss steals all thought, grounding yet unravelling him all at once. his fingers are still trembling from the shock, curling into the fabric of davy’s shirt as if anchoring himself to the moment afraid that if he let go, he might shatter this fragile reality. when the other pulls back, phil can only stare, searching davy’s. the words i love you too echo in his mind, over and over, like a melody he’s longed to hear but never dared hope for. a breathless laugh slips past his lips as he shakes his head slightly, disbelieving, overwhelmed, but oh so, so grateful.

"you’re ridiculous," phil murmurs, his voice shaky but he lets out a soft chuckle. his hands are still gripping davy’s shirt, smoothing out the fabric absent-mindedly. "making a playlist like that and not just telling me sooner. westlife, really?" his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, his own tears spilling over now, warm trails streaking his cheeks. "god, davy." he lets out a shaky exhale, his forehead dropping against davy’s as he closes his eyes. for a moment, the world quiets and it’s just them. no fear, no chaos, no more hiding. "you’re going to drive me mad," he whispers, his words catching on a choked laugh. pulling back just enough to meet davy’s gaze again, phil brings a hand up to brush a tear off davy’s cheek with his thumb, being so careful. "but, baby," he says softly, his lips quirking into the faintest of smiles, "if you’re burning that cd, you’d better put robbie williams on it too. i refuse to let you out-ballad me."

[itsacriime]

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It took a moment for Mix to catch his breath and truly let everything sink in. When he had noticed Davy's jacket having nearly been turned crimson, Mix felt a sense of panic—until the other flashed him that signature grin. "I'm alright. Few scratches, nothing to worry about." He couldn't help but study Davy, making sure he was telling the truth and not trying to hide behind that smile. "Still, probably a good thing we got out of there when we did. You, uh... going for a tie-dye look now?" Mix nodded towards his attire, chuckling. He had to keep a bit of a dark sense of humor with the lifestyle he led.

[fadinglights]

“what?”  seojung  asks,  before  chuckling  softly.  “i’m  perfectly  sober,  i  swear.”  he  defends  himself  but  it  doesn’t  sound  convincing  at  all  with  his  hazy  eyes  and  flushed  cheeks.  he  knows  it  won’t  be  long  til  he's  told  it’s  too  much  and  he  should  call  it  a  night,  but  can  he  be  blamed  for  wanting  to  wind  down  a  bit  after  the  hellish  week  he’s  had? / @neonvvaves

[finalgayze]

@neonvvaves asked “ fuck. that’s a lot of blood. ” ( For Jacob from Davy !

It was a truly shocking moment for Jacob, as he was entirely without anything to say. But there was a lot of blood, and he unfortunately had to come to the conclusion that he had been dreading. “This was definitely not a shark,” he said, remaining where he stood at the door of the boathouse. The boat had probably floated off, giving enough room for whatever they were dealing with to fit inside. And poor Mr. Johnson was in the wrong place at the wrong time.