#vvhiskeyneat

[miidnighters]

@vvhiskeyneat | gets a second starter bc we got talkin'

“You’ve got a flat.” Isaac wipes dirt-covered hands on his jeans (also dirt-covered, so minimal effect), before gesturing to the tyre of the vehicle pulled up by his fence. “I could help you change to the spare?”

[eyeless-smiles]

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. - Feliks

@vvhiskeyneat

Vampires have always drawn the interest of the Nightmare. Driven by their hunger, yet still able to feign humanity. He likes to think that he and they aren't so different.

And Feliks... well, the Nightmare hadn't expected to find such a kindred spirit during his time in the Waking World. When they had first met, the Nightmare had simply targeted Feliks as yet another victim to claim. But it quickly became apparent that he would be far more fun to keep around.

Like now, as the Nightmare cages the vampire against the couch with his body. Straddling his hips with a wicked smile stretched across his lips. His knife glistening with freshly spilled blood that rolls down his exposed collarbone.

With his free hand, he draws his index and middle finger over the cut he left along the base of his neck. Gathering the sweet nectar vampires crave so much, only to press them tantalisingly against Feliks's lips.

"Open up, baby."

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[nyctcphiliacs]

@vvhiskeyneat wanted maeve

"You're speaking to me, and it's not because of an order why?"

[therelentless]

{ @vvhiskeyneat ;; cont.

"Co-owner. Leon. That's good. Very good." He continuously nodded, as if to make sure the other knew that he had understood this information correctly. "The name is Nandor, Nandor the Relentless." He made sure to say as he put his hand over his chest.

"No, no, flower bomb nor someone special, at the moment. I'm taking a break from all that. It's for a funeral. We wanna make it big, extra special." His eyes seemed to widen in excitement as he said these two words. "Our friend kind of died, so we want to say our final goodbyes. A rose for each year... day!" He was quick to correct himself. "Each day he was alive."

[yxkanna]

“  this was probably a mistake.  ” - seojun

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morning after // @vvhiskeyneat

HE COMES TO - wakes up, whatever - with a hangover that makes it feel like someone's grabbed his head and shaken it like a magic eight ball. He needs to stop being seduced by the cheap fucking tequila if he wants to keep his brain cells intact whenever he goes out.

THERE'S A SHIFTING on the side of his bed and it seems like he needs to stop being seduced at all - there's another fucking guy here, in the process of getting dressed - he can vaguely recall seeing him at the bar, but not much else.

"FUCKIN' PROBABLY," NICK groans, rubbing at his face with a hand, "who the fuck are you?"

[striigon]

"If I am such a pain, you wouldn't continue to show up here, yes?" A snicker, he was contentedly sat on his sofa with his legs up on the coffee table. "Or you are going to give cryptic excuse and pretend it is coincidence you are in my home?"

@vvhiskeyneat

much to think about // @vvhiskeyneat

THERE'S A SCOFF, and although Matija's back is turned, his eye roll can still be felt all the way across the house if necessary. He's busied himself looking out the window, surveying the yard, pointedly ignoring the man off to his side.

"YOU ARE A pain," he huffs, thumb running across the lid of the lighter in his pocket. "Is this a complaint I hear from you? I can leave."

[fairytaletold]

@vvhiskeyneat: I might be heartless but you are naive. ( seojun )

bambi has never actually been hit. for all her tragedy, she’s still lived a tender life — skin unmarked from suffering, blissfully spared from physical pain. so she can only imagine that it’s the same, the way he spits out venomous words with all the brutality of a closed fist. it knocks the air out of her just the same. leaves a lingering ache in her solar plexus, a spreading heat, ready to bruise.

❛ ... oh. ❜ she can't hide it: the way his tone cracks across the features of her face, each one falling, bit by bit. but... he's just trying to push her away. he's been doing this, and it isn't anything new, and... ( why hasn't she let him? why does she still try? ) because he's right. she is naive, and he... he has never shown interest in her, not behind closed doors, shirking off the facade. it had been stupid, girlish hope to even wish it otherwise.

❛ i — i guess i am. ❜ there's a heat prickling at the backs of her eyes, the sure promise of imminent tears. she doesn't want him to see it — to feel guilty just because she can't hide the hurt — and ducks her head, lets her hair curtain her eyes. she's already spun and taken a step before she falters, swallows hard, to toss the words back. ❛ but you... you aren't heartless. ❜ and then she's swept out of sight. it's a good thing she's got such a big closet now; it's the perfect place to hide out — and cry.

[miidnighters]

@vvhiskeyneat sent Matias making heart eyes at Billie from the bar while she chats with friends.

It wasn't so much a girls night as Billie had run into some friends while she was already on her way to the bar, and invited them to hang out with her there since she knew Matias was on shift tonight. She's dolled herself up a little, in a pretty skirt and a wig that has her hair set in soft curls. the three of them sit at one of the high top tables by the wall, Billiie sipping a pretty pink cocktail as she and the girls gossip, all giggles and wide grins. It's then that she feels eyes on her - and Billie glances over her shoulder to see Matias watching them. She's not sure if he's meaning to look so openly adoring, but he does, so she blows him a kiss, wiggling her fingers in hello.

[eyeless-smiles]

§ hehehe

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Corinth is strolling into a room full of hot men and he's eyeing them all up like they're his next meal <3

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[cryptidsdad]

“This is why I always liked slip on shoes. No laces to tie.” Liam nodded in agreement with himself, "Vans? Beautiful fuckin' invention."

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"You have a point, I guess. But there's a time and a place for it."

He was simply used to wearing his work boots all the time, though. Vans would definitely be an upgrade for him for the majority of his day when he was not doing much — The boots were better for running around in the woods at night, though. He was not going to bring up just yet.

"I'll support you in your belief, though."

[therelentless]

{ @vvhiskeyneat ;; cont.

Nandor would have continued walking, turned into a bat, and fled the scene, only to show up the next night and act as if nothing had ever happened, but he was stopped before he could go any further. The kiss hadn't been a good idea. After many failed marriages, the most recent one not even a year away, he had said to himself to remain alone and single for the next twenty years. He didn't need this now.

He turned to Leon as he pinched the breach of his nose trying to think of what to say. "Listen. Yes. I liked it too. It was very nice. I thought about it and just kind of did it... which probably I shouldn't have, but that's not the point, or maybe it is, I don't know. The thing is that..." No, he had nothing against getting involved with humans, but it was still somewhat of a complicated situation, and he needed to give himself a break from the heartbreaks because if someone was falling in love within minutes, and asking for someone's hand in marriage within hours, that was Nandor.

"You liked it, and I liked it, which is fine and all... more than fine actually, but maybe... we should just stick to the flowers and the jokes, and leave the kisses out? I mean! I would do it again, but not like right now, right now. I don't know."

[yxkanna]

[ plead ] — your muse begs my muse to cum - seojun

normal things // @vvhiskeyneat

SEOJUN ISN'T A cruel man. Nick's come to learn this during the time he's spent with the elder; underneath the veneer of a bad motherfucker there's a man who means well. A good man, even, in the right light. He's good enough for Nick to stick around him, at least, and he's too good to leave.

SOMETIMES NICK WONDERS, though, exactly how long and wide his sadistic streak might be. Now is one of those times. He's pressed into his mattress, head turned to the side so he can breathe as Seojun pins him in doggy by the back of his neck and the crook of his hip. There's a sheen of sweat on his skin and his ribs heave with the way he's panting, trying to catch breath that he already has, so close yet so far. Seojun's doing this on purpose. He knows how hard it is for Nick to speak coherently at times like this, and yet coherency is what he wants.

"PLEASE," HE MANAGES, trying to squirm in Seojun's grasp, "please, Seojun, I n- let me cum, please, please -"

[detectivewoof-a]

"Mm." Manny is attempting to get out of bed, but Liam is wrapped around his arm, barely conscious, and refusing to let go.

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"¿Cuál es mi vida…?"

It’s tempting to wonder if this was a sign that his walls weren’t as up as he had always figured these days. Or maybe it was more tricks of the damn town. Or maybe he’ll stop overthinking things and enjoy himself for longer than two minutes because clearly not all of them could be same. 

Maybe. 

A pin was going to go into that thought for another day in favor of effortlessly peeling himself up and out of bed. “Get dressed. I’m leaving.” It’s about as much as he’s willing to say at the moment, the throb behind his temple’s enough of a warning for Manny that someone wasn’t happy about still being cooped up. 

Absolute horseshit. It’s only been three days... 

[vvhiskeyneat]

VV H I S K E Y N E A T

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[fairytaletold]

@vvhiskeyneat // continued.

the truth is this: she’s terrified. of the dream she sees behind closed eyes, of being found by those men, of meeting the same fate. she’s sad and anxious and completely out of her element, alone in the world ( but is that so new? ) in a foreign place. but the one thing she isn’t afraid of — should be, if she was willing to scratch away at the surface, but determinedly doesn’t — is him.

maybe it’s because she finds it easy to play pretend. years and years, she’s done it for so long: convinced herself that she wasn’t lonely, that she wasn’t sad, that her brother would be coming back around any day now. this is just one more thing to add. they’re safe, and she’s happy, and she’s not scared of him.

❛ pancakes, ❜ she answers, a beatific smile brightening her face. part of her was sure he wouldn’t stay — would rebuff her efforts the way he had every other time. ❛ and coffee, and scrambled eggs. and… toast. ❜ out loud, it sounds a little like she’s gone overboard. but she shakes off the hesitance, resuming the smile. taps a place at the breakfast bar. ❛ do you want some? of — all of it? oh… do you like coffee? i can find something else. there’s orange juice — ❜

[miidnighters]

@vvhiskeyneat sent kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

Billie stretches languidly, one hand coming to pass over her hair and make sure her wig is still in place. She's not at her loft, but she's comfortable here anyway - rolling over into Matias' side just as he starts to stir awake.

"Good morning, baby." She murmurs, voice still a bit thick with sleep. She waits another moment for his eyes to blink open and him to smile at her before she leans in to kiss him, long and slow.