I'm sorry if it's too intrusive (I'm just curious after learning Tetra's age), but how old are you?
Before answering, I'm curious, how old you guys think I am?
“2 and 16 with Nev“ for my great friend Sin ❤️ sending you lots of love and strength. I wrote them together since they are so similar, I hope you don’t mind
2. kissing + 16. favourite types of kissing
Nevra is a sucker for both giving and receiving small kisses. he really likes to discover Guardian’s body with his mouth, though it’s a dangerous game as it can quickly turn into something else
however, he doesn’t mind getting the same attention from Guardian. it’s just so cute when she grabs his head and presses her lips against his cheek, it’s almost like she’s giving kisses to a little child
Nevra likes kisses on the lips of course, especially tongued ones. he couldn’t deny he’s a vampire even if he wanted to: sometimes he slightly bites on Guardian’s lips or tongue, though it’s never too strong so it doesn’t hurt her
small pecks on the lips are quite often with the two of them, with a soft smile and some loving words when they are busy but accidentally cross paths. if Guardian doesn’t realise Nevra is near, he would cover her eyes from behind, then press a kiss on her cheek, though she might ask him to stay a bit
˹you are not the mistakes you have made˼
Currently I'm suffering from My Candy Love addiction. As you can see, Nathaniel is my favourite 😍
hello! could i request something for nevra? maybe numbers 9, 11 and 13? thank you!! 😊
here you go, enjoy ^^ the soft spot / weakness turn out more just soft spot, it’s quite fluffy 🤭 I hope you don’t mind
9. crying
whenever Guardian cries, Nevra just tries to eliminate the source of her crying, sometimes overreacting a bit (“hey, you asshole, you made my girlfriend cry! (ง'̀-'́)ง” “....I just accidentally stepped on her foot”)
of course, this reason sometimes is Nevra himself. that’s usually harder to solve, since he’s proud and he loves Guardian at the same time. in the end, his pride is less important, and he apologises
11. bathing / showering
showering with Nevra is definitely not for the shy people, it often turns into something else if ya catch my drift
he likes to wash Guardian, his hands sometimes wondering around. he just enjoys the feeling of her curves below his hands, her smooth skin againts his
he doesn’t mind if Guardian doesn’t want to wash him, but boy is he glad to get the favour returned. her bold movements calm him down and excite him at the same time, making it hard to focus on just enjoying the feeling
13. soft spot / weakness
from Guardian’s side, her signature pleading-puppy-face is an absolute winner, always letting her get what she wants
also, just. Nevra’s head. scratch it, play with his hair, trace kisses along his jawline.... these all make him melt
he also surprisingly has a soft spot for animals. sometimes Guardian likes to say that he enjoys the company of animals more than actual people
his greatest weakness is his mother hen personality. if anything happened to the people around him, not just Guardian but also Karenn, hell, even Chrome, that would be the end of him
FDVVGJSHKAL I’M SO SORRY, I didn’t mean to be rude 😥
I'm sorry if it's too intrusive (I'm just curious after learning Tetra's age), but how old are you?
Before answering, I’m curious, how old you guys think I am?
I wanted to do something for Otome Haven's VD event, and I came up with this. I might write the other 3 as well because I have ideas, but I don’t know if anyone’s interested
Words: 240
Guardian's P. O. V.
I was sitting on the sandy beach with a strand of my hair between my hands, squeezing the water out of it. I didn’t think I’d go for a swim in the sea today, but that little Boltue had different plans. It was right though; the weather was quite sunny and warm despite spring just starting, the water was calm and I had just the perfect company...
I looked at Nevra, who was still playing with the companions. His wet hair covered most of his face, but I could see his childlike smile nevertheless as he splashed the water with his hands. He turned to me as if he has sensed my stare, and invited me back in the water. I was reluctant, but he didn't accept “no” as an answer.
“This day is yours as well, you worked hard” he threw me a wink that finally convinced me. I got up and made my way back to him, the waves getting higher and higher on my legs.
“I was just about to get dry, you know that, right?” I smacked his shoulder playfully. When my hand reached him, he took it and pulled me closer, planting a kiss on my lips while embracing me.
“And I really love you and enjoy time spending with you, you know that, right?”
We couldn’t spend our whole day there, but we did have a lot of fun, leaning on each other from weariness and laughter on our way home.
In angry oceans you’ve never broken, Through every wave of the storm you are my anchor
wtf 😭 I'm so sorry @cofffae and @lauren-snk Tumblr doesn't let me send any more asks, but I love you two very much 💕
💛🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up, if you want to. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃💛
aw, thank you so much! it’s really kind of you to have thought about me <3 I’m bad at math, and I sent this back to more than 10 people, you can’t stop me >:D
Word count: 620
Candy’s P. O. V.
I was suffocating. The noise made my heart beat to the music’s rhythm and chased all coherent thoughts out of my mind. The crowd, all those unknown bodies pressed to mine, made me feel trapped inside with no way out.
The stage lights and the pyrotechnics made it hard for me to see, but I knew very well who I was looking for. He wasn’t be among the crowd, no, with so little time left before his concert he wouldn’t risk getting held up by fans, but I also knew for a fact that he wasn’t in the resting-area with his bandmates. And I was right. I found him in a little corridor, leaning against the wall for support while browsing on his phone. He didn't notice me right away as the loud music made the clash of my heels unhearable.
"Oh my gosh! Can I get an autograph?" I screamed in a fake, high-pitched voice. His head immediately shot up, with a look of terror on his face. When he recognized me he let out a hearty laugh.
"I guess I deserve this, huh?" He grabbed me by the waist to pull me closer to him and planted a kiss on my nose.
"Nah, just helping you practice. This is all you're going to hear when you're gone." I tried to sound cheerful, but he sensed how nervous I was. There was no point in hiding my feelings from him when he knew me so well.
He kissed me on my lips now. "Don't worry love. You're all I think about even on the other side of the world."
Now, he's gone. I was extremely proud of him for being able to go on a tour, but I was also bitter because I couldn't go with him. When both of us had time we talked about our days, but mine were usually empty without him. Actually, I was spoiled; re-organising the band took a lot of time so they didn't have any big parties until now. I was used to him being home, with me, telling me all those sweet little nothings. When I told him about this he said he's sorry we're apart at the moment, but I knew what I was getting myself into. I didn't have the heart to tell him no, I didn't know his work would come with being far from each other like this. I could bear with the physical distance, but this was killing me.
The day I waited for so much came of course, with me standing on my tiptoes at the airport to find him. It strangely reminded me of the last concert he had in town, when his hair was the only thing I could recognize him about from afar. I saw some people who I'd run into at the studio many times, but he was nowhere to be found. Fear started to capture my heart, poisoning my mind with worse and worse theories about where he might be. And then the other memories came back from that night.
The noise. Instead of the loud, upbeat music human noise filled the airport. Children laughing, lost people asking for directions, the speaker announcing something every once in a while. The crowd. Everywhere I looked travelers, families, businesspeople were strolling confidently, knowing where they are headed. My exact opposite. I looked around frantically again, then slumped down on a nearby bench, placing my head in my hands. Just as I got seated I felt an arm snake around me, soon joined by its pair while someone pressed their forehead to mine.
"I'm right here" I heard him say. "I'm sorry for being gone and leaving you alone, alone with your thoughts."
I have no idea of what’s going on here, leave me alone. don’t ask, just read
Word count: 571
Nathaniel’s P. O. V.
The quiet night was suddenly interrupted when my phone started ringing. At first I ignored it, hoping that whoever was calling me would realise that I was busy trying to sleep, but it continued ringing. I sighed as I sat up in my bed, and I picked up. I was just about to ask how can I help, when someone spoke on the other side.
“William Danford? We called for an uber, it’s you, right?”
The woman calling me had a pleasant voice, but I could sense that she cried not so long ago. I tried to be polite, but it still annoyed me that she called me in the middle of the night.
“No, sorry. Wrong num-” I started, but another voice, a male this time, made me stop in the middle of my sentence.
“Is that damned uber coming or not?!”
“I have the cause of the crying, don’t I?” I thought. Working as a waiter, I saw many scenes like this; a “pair”, where the man didn’t acknowledge that the other one didn’t want him there. It wasn’t rare that I had to step in so he would leave.
“I’m not your driver, but I can drive you as I’m already awake” I said while I turned on the lights to get ready. “Where will it be?”
A few minutes later I was in the parking lot of a small restaurant, waiting for a young couple to get in my car. To my unfortune the process wasn’t really fast because they just argued on the pavement. I didn’t want to listen in so I glued my eyes on the road, drumming with my fingers. This is how we spent the first half of the “trip”, the other half in utter silence.
After some time we finally arrived at a hotel. The man left, without paying, but he closed the door on the woman when she tried to get out of my car. I didn’t really know what to do, so I turned around to see that she was close to crying again.
“Miss, do you want me to take somewhere else?” I asked.
She wiped away a tear then spoke: “I- I can try calling up my friend if I can sleep at her place. And please just call me Candy.”
I didn’t want to be quiet during the route so I tried to maintain smalltalk. And first Candy didn’t really cooperate and it was awkward, but after some time she became calmer and we had a nice chat. I found out that the man is actually her, now ex, boyfriend and they were supposed to visit a mutual friend when he realised he’d rather spend the night without her. I couldn’t really understand the man; every time I looked at Candy in the rearview mirror I saw an otherwise beautiful woman. Only the crying, caused by him, distorted her features.
Even after I dropped her off, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I have to admit I found her intriguing, and I felt bad that I missed my chance to properly reassure her. I fell back asleep, my dream setting me free, but she was on my mind after waking up again and going to work. I wanted to call her up to make sure she’s okay, but I didn’t want to bother her.
Well, whatever, not like we will ever run into each other again.
Right?
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