#nova; far away from home

[incognit0slut]

Masterlist

PALESTINE MASTERPOST🇵🇸

READING LIST🥀

KINKTOBER 2023 18+

KINKTOBER 2024 18+

One-shots based on songs

Lock your door 18+ Billie Eillish - Billie Bossa Nova >> All Reader wanted was for her coworker to pay attention to her. Spencer was more than happy to oblige.

Take it off Taylor Swift - Dress >> Spencer has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Buried in the pillow 18+ Chase Atlantic - Slow Down >> A night of restless sleep ends better than expected.

Body on mine 18+ Justin Sky - Collide >> Reader and Spencer find a way to spend the night together on a team retreat.

Lose Control part 1 of 3 18+ Sickick - Mind Games >> Spencer finds himself locked in a room with his rival.

↳ The Last Laugh part 2 of 3 18+ Sickick - Mind Games >> Spencer finds himself sharing a room with his rival.

↳ Better for you part 3 of 3 Spencer spends the change of year with a new resolution as he starts looking at his rival differently.

Dance with the devil 18+ Chase Atlantic - Swim >> Spencer reassures Reader that sex toys are his ally rather than his enemy.

All I need 18+ Daniel Caesar, Kali Uchis - Get you >> Spencer realizes how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with Reader. What better time is there to propose if not in the middle of making love?

Heaven to you 18+ Julia Michaels - Heaven >> Spencer couldn't wait to touch you after he's released from prison.

Play our fantasies 18+ Doja Cat - Streets >> The FBI agent visiting your workplace wants more from you than answers to his questions.

Eat that girl for lunch 18+ Billie Eilish - Lunch >> Being cornered in the filing room was the last thing you expected when Spencer asked you out for lunch.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room 18+ This isn’t a love story. This isn’t a fairytale. This is about a woman bent on setting the world on fire and the FBI agent assigned to her case, drawn to the very flame she ignites.

One-shot #Gifwriting

Pretty Boy 18+ Spencer was too pretty for you to resist.

Pretty when you sleep 18+ As newlyweds, Spencer couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Even when you were asleep.

Sweet agony 18+ After a tragic event, you believed you were unworthy of love. Spencer decided to prove you wrong.

Tempting the Cowboy 18+ The team has been trying to bring Spencer back to the BAU after he hung up his badge to live on his ranch peacefully. It’s a good thing you’ll do whatever it takes to persuade him, even if the rugged cowboy wants to bend you over in the barn.

Beyond the limit 18+ Spencer was hesitant when you asked him to be rough, but when he realized how much you enjoyed it, he wondered just how far he could push your limit.

↳ The breaking point 18+ Spencer realizes that being dominant doesn’t always require him to be rough, especially when he has complete control over your body.

Hypothetically Chronically single, you suggest a pact with your best friend to start a family together when you turn forty.

Stress Relief 18+ You convince your husband to take out his anger on you when he comes home very tense.

Behind Closed Doors 18+ Your admiration of his vest leads you to an empty office with his face buried between your thighs—and an urgent Emily demanding your whereabouts.

↳ Behind Closed Doors 2 18+ You welcome Spencer back to the team with a special gesture of your own—and find yourself falling even harder for him after he opens up to you.

↳ Behind Closed Doors 3 18+ Despite your promise not to sneak behind the team again, you find yourself in a compromising position when you’re forced to ride in the same car as him.

↳ Behind Closed Doors 4 18+ Your frustration over his broken promise melts away as soon as he calls, and you find yourself unexpectedly drawn to his voice, more than you anticipated.

Prove me wrong 18+ When you tease Spencer about his inability to be dominant in bed, he decides to prove you wrong by taking matters into his own hands.

Crawling back to you 18+ You never planned on having a casual fling with your brother's friend five years ago, nor did you expect him to fall in love with you, which forced you to end things abruptly. But now he's unexpectedly back in your life—older, wiser, and fully intent on winning your heart

Series

Right Kind of Wrong 18+

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Genre: Romance, mystery, crime, suspense Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content (MINORS DNI), graphic details of murders, mentions of suicide, mentions of SA Series status: complete

Reader never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation when she suddenly became a witness. She also never thought she’d encounter her one-night-stand again—the awkward stranger who isn’t exactly that good in bed… Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong. But the more he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, the more he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Much Ado About Nothing 18+

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Bau Reader Genre: Romance, humor, angst Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content Series status: on hiatus

There is one rule you and Spencer agreed on: never talk about the past, especially when that one regretful night strained your friendship. But throw in nosy teammates, an obvious matchmaking scheme, and a never-ending battle of wits—the line between friend and foe starts to blur as you find yourself questioning your true feelings.

Requests

Love was a foreign concept until he met you. 18+

You’re flabbergasted at how much your son resembles your husband.

Spencer thinks you’re too sweet for a damaged man like him. 18+

Spencer forces you to give him a show when he discovers your secret. 18+

Spencer gives you a ride on his horse to watch the sunset.

Your idea of showering together to save time doesn’t work out as you planned. 18+

Spencer finally lets you go down on him after you convince him that you're ready. 18+

Spencer comes home to you after prison.

Spencer asks you to ride his thigh while he finishes work. 18+

Spencer decides to take full advantage of the mirror in your hotel room. 18+

Spencer tries to stimulate you into the most intense pleasure. 18+

Spencer is needy after work and tries to distract you while you cook. 18+

[the-californicationist]

✨Masterlist✨

This is the masterlist for The Californicationist's Tumblr & AO3 texts.

All works should be considered 18+ only. MDNI - no exceptions.

CALL OF DUTY

Novel-Length Works

Gunslinger Price/Reader - AO3 - 100k - Complete You open your home as a safehouse for the 141, and your relationship with John Price unfolds into an epic love story.

Guardian Konig/FemaleOC - AO3 - 45k - Complete Konig, inexplicably working with SpecGru, clears out a Konni base and finds a hostage with amnesia, only to fall hopelessly in love with her.

Guile & Guilt Soap/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - Complete Your best friend has warned you to stay far, far away from her younger brother — infamous party boy, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish. However, when she asks you to be her maid of honor in her wedding, you and Johnny end up closer than you ever expected.

The Sin-Eater Price/Reader - Co-Author: @vampirekilmer - AO3 - WIP Captain John Price is a loving husband, a dedicated soldier, and a good man. But, that’s not all he is. Underneath his controlled exterior lurks something dark, something hungry, and something wholly inhuman. You’re his only solace during his wrath, and only you can consume the sin from his shifts.

One-Shot Works

Gauntlet (Kinktober 2023) [External Post] Price/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 58k - Complete TW: too many to list here 😈 A collection of 30 kink-focused one-shots

Budapest Price/Reader - AO3 - 1.2k - Complete TW: major character death, explicit sex Captain John Price comes home to you a changed man.

Going Home Gaz/Nova - AO3 - 4.3k - Complete TW: explicit sex, voyeurism Gaz and Nova spend their leave together at his childhood home. This is set in the Gunslinger universe.

Gravitational Shift Price/FemaleOC - AO3 - 2k - Complete TW: Space AU, includes the Force from the Star Wars fandom, force-bond sex Captain Price senses a disturbance in the force, and when he bonds with her, he decides he's never letting go.

Ground & Pound Konig/FemaleOC - AO3 - 5.8k - Complete TW: NC/CNC, bondage, violence Konig's ex-girlfriend shows up to the base, and Konig loses his absolute mind over her...and takes things too far.

Growl Price/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 2.5k - Complete TW: pegging, femdom When you agreed to come over to John Price’s house for drinks, you had no idea it would escalate so damn swiftly.

The Orchard Price/Reader - AO3/Tumbr - 3.8k - Complete TW: CNC, primal play, bondage John Price chases you through the woods to make sure you learn your lesson.

The Fisherman's Knot Price/FemaleOC - AO3 - 2.9k - Complete ABO AU - Captain John Price rescues a pretty Alpha from a kayaking accident in his fishing cove, his body betrays his gentle nature.

The Honest Man Mace/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 2.5k - Complete TW: Breeding kink Mace tries to convince you to build a life with him again, especially if it means adding another baby into the mix.

The Missed Deadline Gaz/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 2.7k - Complete TW: Virginity loss You and Kyle had a virginity pact.

The Fourth of July Alex Keller/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 3.5k - Complete TW: Blow job You and Alex get a little carried away in the pool house.

The Fox & the Hound Soap/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 4.5k - WIP(?) TW: Literal porn, exhibition Your first porno shoot doesn't go exactly to plan. Your co-star, Johnny "Dangerous" MacTavish, sets his sights on you and makes you his personal project. (Labeled WIP because I'm considering a Chapter 02 moment).

The Green Light Price/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 1.8k - Complete TW: Dubcon/CNC John Price comes home with only one thing on his mind: you and those bright green panties. Even though you're sound asleep, he just can't stop himself.

The Dealer’s Choice 141/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 4.4k - Complete TW: Gangbang The 141 are stranded and you’re the safe house manager. You have fun playing strip poker.

The Simple Mistake Ghost/Soap - AO3 - 1.4k - Complete Soap and Ghost have to hide together, injured and desperate in a shelter until their rescue party arrives.

The Devil's Summer Konig/Named Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 3k - Complete TW: Rape, non-consent, assault, corpses, violence, named reader A tall, foreign stranger comes to town with his masked crew of bandits. They rob the train station and the bank, but the big one… he has his sights set on a different sort of prize: you.

The Advent Calendar Ghost/Soap - AO3/Tumblr - 1.9k - Complete Soap gave Ghost an advent calendar this year. It's a little more romantic than he realized.

The False Alarm 141/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 1.9k - Complete TW: Gangbang Cleaning the pole in the firehouse was hard work, but someone had to do it. But, when your harness broke and you were left dangling there, free to use for a firehouse full of men… you were in charge of cleaning a lot more poles than you bargained for.

There’s more, but I ran out of room! I’m trying to figure out how to fix it. Sorry 😣

[cursedvida]

Clean Sky || Noa x Mae

Authors note: just a little oneshoot of this couple bc they inspired me so much. Not warnings, just Noa having a meltdown. English isn't my first language so i'm sorry in advance lol.

Humans were nothing more than echoes of a world that existed far from his own, outside the comfort of his village, and they had never sparked even the slightest curiosity in him. He knew they were wild, irrational beings, sometimes stealing ape's food if they weren't careful enough. Scavengers like any other animals, nothing out of the ordinary. Noa had never seen one in person, but he hadn't had any particular interest in doing so either.

Ironically, now he can't stop thinking about them.

Specifically, about her.

He often wonders what became of the human girl. Echo, Nova, Mae. As many names as faces, as many facets as secrets she holds. During the arduous mornings of work trying to rebuild the village, the young ape finds himself surprised more times than he'd like, thinking about how that skinny-legged, weak-armed human must be wandering alone in such a hostile world. Humans are quick and agile, but also fragile and delicate. During their time traveling together, Noa often felt that, if he wanted to, he could easily break her in two. If he had embraced her with the same fervor with which he pounced on Soona or Anaya, he probably would have broken her a bone. But then he reminds himself that it makes no sense to consider such a thing, because he would never have embraced a human, nor would he do so now.

Days pass and life in the village returns to normalcy, the routines that once brought him joy now become monotonous and bland, as if something inside him tells him that this is not where he should be. There is something within him, an inexplicable urge that pushes him to go beyond what he has always known. Perhaps it's because he hasn't completely shaken off the anxious anguish he felt watching his entire clan disappear, or it may be because of the infinite enormity of the world beyond the walls of his home he experienced during his travel. But at some moments, he realizes that maybe it's all because of the stars that, every night, remind him of the universe he saw through that human machine and that Mae seemed to long for as much as he did.

On clear nights, Noa can't help but wonder if the human is seeing the same sky as him, if the stars shining so brightly from his village are the same ones she can see. He never got to know much about her, and the little she wanted to reveal was probably lies, but there was something in her eyes the last time they met, a certain melancholic sparkle that has stuck inside him like a huge thorn he's unable to remove. He doesn't quite understand why the image of the girl's moist eyes comes to mind every time he closes his eyes on nights illuminated by the headlights of the universe, but every time he recalls her face, he feels a current that urges him to run away from there as fast as possible, leaving him utterly terrified.

He had never been interested in leaving his village or living away from his clan. His mother, his friends and the people he grew up with mean everything to him, and yet suddenly he remembers that human hands are terribly similar to his own, only much smaller, with fingers so delicate they almost resemble brittle branches. He had touched Mae's hand a couple of times, unintentionally, feeling skin devoid of calluses or roughness, smooth and soft skin that made him wonder how it could resemble him so much and yet be so terribly different.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hitchhiker || Chapter Sixteen || The Proxies

tw: murder, descriptions of wounds, beheading, brief descriptions of gore

<— previous chapter

Brian’s patience was growing thin. He stood silently in Jack’s room, examining the damage Nova had caused. The cravings were ominous and eerie, the dry blood coating the wood. His gaze wondered all over the room, from the ceiling to the four walls. Somehow she had managed to reach the ceiling, the words home is where the heart is etched into the wood.

A familiar set of footsteps were coming up the stairs, ones Brian had grown so accustomed to he hadn’t bothered to turn around. The overwhelming smell of cigarettes was enough to tell Brian who had joined him. “Jesus Christ, looks like a murder scene in here,” Tim muttered. He did have a point. Gnawing your fingers down to the bone was no joke. The crimson paint that had dripped down the walls was a large enough indication of that. “Where’s Y/n?” Brian asked. He stood in the center of the room, trying to make sense of what The Operator was getting at. Everyone was so divided at the time. Why not just have her chuck herself off of the roof if he really wanted her dead?

“Downstairs with Toby. She’s planted herself right beside Jack’s lab. Won’t leave until she sees Nova,” Tim sighed. He joined his partners side, the two studying the damage. To Brian it looked all too familiar, flashbacks of his own drawings coming to mind. “That girl will be lucky if she has any of her fingers left,” Tim muttered to himself. Instinctively he dug for his box of cigarettes, sighing once he realized that he had shared his last ones with you. Fuck. Brian clenched his jaw, frustrated at how much progress The Operator was making.

“We should consider taking Jack’s advice and changing locations. I know Jeff’s place isn’t too far from here.”

Brian felt annoyance at Tim’s words. How long were they going to drag this out for? How long could they get away with being here? It wasn’t possible for them to spend the rest of their days here. Like this. They were running out of time whether anyone else wanted to admit it or not. Brian thought Tim out of all people would’ve realized that before he did. “Jeff would have a field day with her around. Besides, it’s not that simple anymore,” Brian huffed. Tim raised his eyebrows, noting his partner avoiding his curious gaze. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He questioned.

The blonde sighed, finally looking over at Tim. “EJ’s not going to leave Nova’s side now. You’ve seen the way he looks at her,” He began explaining. The proxies had grown accustomed to Jack’s ways over the years. A demon with mostly human qualities, was how they categorized him. However with that being said, Jack had a few animalistic quirks that they couldn’t ignore. Usually they could, given that he was only typically tasked with patching them up. But now that he had grown interest in Nova, his tagging alone was guaranteed. “Where ever we take her Nova is going to go. Meaning we earned ourselves an extra head stone if this goes badly,” Brian finished bitterly.

Jack’s mating habits were none of Brian’s concern. What was his concern was how many bodies were going to be buried by the end of it all.

“At this point it’s more the merrier, yeah? Whatever makes her happy is important,” Tim debated. Brian clenched his jaw. “No, what’s important is keeping her alive,” He argued. Tim’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze landing on his friend. “What’s got you so riled up? She’s a bit shook up but she isn’t hurt-” Tim began, reaching his arm out to touch Brian’s shoulder. Brian swiftly swatted his hand away. “What’s got me so riled up? How much longer are we going to drag this out? How much more are we going to let The Operator corrupt?” He snapped. Tim froze, noting Brian’s head twitching to the left. “Fuck this. It’s time something is done,” He muttered, his head continuously twitching.

Tim knew what this meant, taking a step back. Hoodie’s soulless eyes met Tim’s, his hand reaching in his pocket for his ski mask. “This is something I have to do,” He said flatly. Tugging his mask over his head, he began storming down the stairs. Tim was hot on his trail. “What? Do what?” He asked. Your head snapped towards the pair as Hoodie stormed past you and Toby, heading straight towards the front door. “Hoodie think logically for a second. There’s no way you’re going to find Cat Hunter out there!” Tim yelled. You rose to your feet, your gaze flickering to Hoodie. “Thats why i’m going to let him find me,” He huffed, slamming the door. You felt panic wash over you, your feet carrying you to the front door. Confused you turned to Tim, who was a visibly nervous wreck without his cigarettes.

“Tim what the fuck is going on?” You questioned. Tim ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. “Toby we need to find Hoodie before Cat Hunter does,” The brunette responded. You narrowed your eyes. He ignored your question? Toby nodded, grabbing his mask. “Aye aye boss,” He replied, shoving his mask on his face. You felt the color drain from your face as Tim pulled his gun out of his pocket. “Y/n stay here. Go get Jack if you need to. Whatever you do. Do not leave this cabin,” Tim ordered sternly. You frowned as Toby grabbed both of his hatchets, swinging them over his shoulders. They both went to head outside, their faces full of determination. You grabbed Tim’s sleeve, forcing him to stop.

“Stop it! What the fuck is going on? At least let me come with you!” You intervened. Tim looked down at you, shoving you off of his arm. “Dont try to exclude me. I may not be a proxy or a detective or a demon but i’m useful!” You yelled, not giving a damn who heard. Tim grabbed your shoulders, shaking them. “Wake the fuck up. You need to sit here and stay still because we need to stop Hoodie from getting killed. You’re not going to be useful having one of your delusions out there,” Tim snapped. Your face fell, your shoulders tensing under his sudden grip. He released your shoulders, grumbling curses to himself. “I’m sorry but you need to stay put. Let’s go kid,” He said, gesturing for Toby to follow him. You glanced at Toby, who gave you an apologetic look before following Tim out into the snow.

Nervously you darted to the window, watching the duo trail off into the snowy forest. You felt like your mind was spinning. What could you do? Could you actually stay here while the three men you loved lives were at risk? You glanced at the medical lab door, biting your bottom lip. It was always an option to grab EJ. But there was no telling if he was done operating on Nova. A part of you wanted to stay just to protect her, but you knew deep down Jack had that area more than covered. Begrudgingly you looked back outside, none of your three boys in sight. What did Tim expect you to do? To twiddle your thumbs until they got back? No you couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

This entire time everyone around you had spent every breath ensuring your safety. And you’d be damned if you didn’t return the favor. You stormed over to the coat closet, grabbing one of Jacks. It was oversized on you but it did the trick, his cologne flooding your nostrils. You buttoned up the coat, tossing the hood over your head. Unsurely you looked around, noticing Nova’s python sat on the living room coffee table. You grabbed it, admiring the custom detailings she had done on the side. You shoved it in your coat pocket, facing the door. Taking a deep breath you pushed yourself forward, right into the snowy wilderness.

The cold blast of air smacked you in the face, the temperature much more brutal than you would’ve guessed. You kept your hand wrapped around the metal piece in your pocket, your gaze hardening as you continued forward. You had already made yourself a target by leaving the cabin alone, there was no turning back now. You attempted to follow Tim and Toby’s footsteps, freshly fallen snow making your objective more difficult. Sighing you trudged forward, looking around nervously. The further you walked you felt more and more like you were being watched, causing you look around like a wounded deer.

You could see your breath each time you exhaled, your heart beginning to pound louder and louder. You were sure that someone was there, silently watching. “Hello?” You called out. Every tree in every direction looked the same. Snow covered every inch of ground you could see, snowflakes still falling from the sky above. Your head snapped to the left at the sound of footsteps, the familiar sound of snow crunching under the weight of someone’s boots flooding your ears. “Hoodie?” You called, heading towards the noise. You could feel your nose begin to burn from the harshness of the cold, your hand gripping Nova’s python for support. The silence that echoed made you uneasy. “Maybe I should just head home, fuck,” You grumbled.

Unsurely you looked around, attempting to determine which way you came from. Swallowing, you headed in the direction you thought to be back to Jacks cabin. The free falling snow was relentless, concealing any chance of tracking your foot prints or anyone else’s.

“Y/n?”

Hoodie’s voice echoed through out the trees, your head practically snapping backwards. You desperately looked around for him, your eyes flickering every which way. “Hoodie?” You called back. You expected to hear a response. One that would reveal his direction. Instead you were met by silence, the kind that made a chill go down your spine. Something was wrong, really wrong. “Hoodie?” You repeated. Turning around you began to head in the opposite direction, ignoring the feeling of someone’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You wiped some stray snowflakes off of your eyelashes, looking around for any sign of anyone else’s presence.

The faint sound of static found its way to your ears, your eyes widening. You weren’t sure which direction it was coming from, but your body was screaming at you to run. With your heart pounding in your chest you ran, refusing to look over your shoulder as the cold wind whipped you in the face. Your breath grew shallow quickly, the dropping freezing temperature unkind to your overworked lungs. The static sounded more faint the further you ran, your lungs burning. You could barely run straight, EJ’s heavy coat weighing you down tremendously. Gulping for air you finally stopped, leaning against a nearby tree for support.

“Son of a bitch!”

You quickly turned around, a bloody and battered Tim lying on the forest floor. Your jaw fell open, your feet carrying you to him. “Tim?” You gasped. Toby was crouched down beside him, his hatchets tossed aside in the snow. Your gaze fell to his wound, three claw marks scratched across his chest. His jacket was tattered and mustard yellow threads hung over the open wounds. Cat Hunter had torn into Tim’s muscles, the blood so heavy it was almost nauseating. It dripped down his chest, his skin turning pale. You threw yourself onto the ground, examining his wounds. “That son of a bitch got me,” He grumbled. His chocolate eyes met yours, his face scrunching into confusion. “What the hell are you doing out here? You’re gonna get yourself killed,” Tim hissed. He attempted to push himself back against a tree for support, only to fall back down on his back again.

Toby grabbed his arms, helping him sit up as he grunted in pain. “I’m not going to let Hoodie die because of me. None of you will,” You argued. You glanced down at his wound again, the torn flesh mutilated and raw. “Enough of the bullshit. Toby take her back to the cabin,” Tim ordered. The younger brunette stood up before attempting to walk around him to grab your arm. “No. Toby stay here with Tim. I’m going to get help. You’re in no condition to be out here by yourself,” You debated. At the sound of your order Toby crouched back down, earning a furious glare from Tim. You grabbed handfuls of snow, ensuring it was pure white before applying it to his chest. Initially Tim hissed under the sensation before sighing with relief. “Keep handfuls of snow on it, it’ll keep the burning sensation down,” You told Toby. The younger brunette nodded, visibly nervous.

“Y/n don’t do this. The Operator and Cat Hunter are both out here. It’s only their sick game that has kept us alive this long,” Tim protested. You wiped his hair off of his forehead, pushing it back with the help of the falling snowflakes. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll be right back,” You say as confidently as you can muster. Your eyes flickered over to Toby’s fallen hatchets, before returning to the boys concerned gazes. “Besides, i’m taking an old friend with me,” You say, quickly grabbing one of his hatchets that were previously abandoned in the fallen snow. Both Tim and Toby verbally protested, their protest ignored as you darted back into the snowy woods. Their voices became more distant as you trudged further, unsure which direction you came from or which direction you should even go. Taking a deep breath you grounded yourself, slowly looking around in each direction.

There were no signs of anyone else around, your mouth running dry. This was too convenient, too easy. The sun was fading fast, your chance of finding anyone, nevertheless Cat Hunter or The Operator becoming slimmer and slimmer as it became dark. You patted around Jack’s coat, realizing you lacked a flashlight or any tools to create light. Logically you should’ve turned around, but the doubt of finding anyone in the direction you thought you came from confusing you. But you knew you couldn’t stand out in the open like this, the snow only falling heavier and the sky growing darker. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go, the forest feeling like one giant loop. Sighing you readjusted your grip on Toby’s hatchet, examining the trees around you.

The closest one to your left appeared to be hollowed out, the inside rotted and empty from the harsh winter season. You sucked in your stomach, sliding inside of the crack to step inside. Exhaling in relief the tree blocked the falling snow from landing on you. You brushed your hand over your hair, attempting to brush some of the snow off of you. Examining your hands you realized you forgot to put on gloves, your hands gleaming red as they attempted to fight off the freezing cold. You set Toby’s hatchet down, leaning it against the wood. You rubbed them together, trying your hardest to create some form of warmth. Your palms were tingling, losing feelings in your fingertips. Cupping your hands you took deep breaths, attempting to spread heat from your breath. You froze at the sound of footsteps, your heart pounding as you heard them come closer.

A piece of you was dying to peak your head out, desperate to find a familiar face. But the fear of it being Cat Hunter or The Operator kept you frozen, your eyes wide as you stared at the crack of the tree. You listened closely, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flickered upwards as an all too familiar yellow jacket walked by the tree, your fear temporarily subsiding. You grabbed Toby’s hatchet, pulling Jacks hood over your head. Just as you took a step to leave you froze, another set of footsteps crunching the snow harshly as they trailed behind Hoodie. You stopped, watching the crack of the tree intently. You almost didn’t recognize Cat Hunter, the proxy bundled up in a thick brown coat. His mask and freshly bloody claws gave him away though, your mouth running dry. You could hear the claws clink together, Tim’s blood still dripping off of them and staining the pure snow below.

Neither of them appeared to notice you, too occupied on their hunts for the other. It slowly hit you that Hoodie didn’t know Cat Hunter was there, your lover in the danger you had nightmares about. Nervously you pulled out the python, unsure how to even use it. Flicking it open you grimaced at the sight of the chamber being empty. No bullets. You glanced at the hatchet, gulping. You were left with no choice. With every ounce of strength you had left you flexed your fingers before gripping Toby’s hatchet, silently sliding out of the hollow tree. You took a deep breath in, trying to control your breathing and rapid heart rate as you stalked the infamous Cat Hunter. He seemed oblivious to your presence, flexing his claws as he followed Hoodie. You licked your dry lips, the skin now cracked from the harsh weather. As fast as you could you ran up behind him, knowing this was your only chance. With all of the strength you had left you lifted the hatchet, slamming the blade down into the unsuspecting Cat Hunter’s neck.

You had never thought about hurting anyone before. It wasn’t in your nature to be violent, nevertheless kill anyone. It hadn’t occurred to you what you had done until Cat Hunter’s knees buckled, shock overriding his system. You yanked the hatchet back out, tearing through the flesh as roughly as you could. You lifted the hatchet again, slamming it back down into the same spot. Blood splattered all over the snow below, as well as onto your cheeks. You cringed as the warm liquid decorated your face, your blood running cold as Cat Hunters body slumped to the ground. A wave of emotions crashed over you. Guilt, regret, mercy. But above all you felt one thing: spiteful.

A rage full screech left your lips, watching the lifeless corpse lose any form of animation. A pool of blood formed under his head, your mind spinning as your stomach churned with nausea. You lifted the hatchet again, vengeful as you chopped at his neck. You didn’t realize you were crying until your vision became blurry. You weren’t even sure what you were swinging at anymore. “Y/n? Hey? Hey!” Hoodie gasped, panicked as he rushed over to you. Your tears were threatening to freeze to your flushed face, Toby’s hatchet falling from your fingertips. Hoodies gaze fell down to the now beheaded Cat Hunter, his head completely detached from his body. A pile of unidentifiable flesh pooled out of his neck, spilling into the snow. You sobbed silently as you brought your hand to your face, trying to wipe away some of the tears.

“I’m s-so sorry I had to. He was after you,” You cried. Hoodie grabbed you affectionately, tugging you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, guiding your face to his chest. “Shh it’s okay. Don’t look. It’s okay,” Hoodie said quietly. He stroked your hair, your eyes fluttering shut as you buried your head in his chest. Hoodie stared down at the proxy’s corpse, his breath hitching at the sight. He knew it was a good thing for one enemy to be down and out for the count. But as he held you, your body shaking under him, he knew one was for sure.

That the worst was still yet to come.

—> next chapter

[pinkygirlymeg]

My opinions on 2.2 - As a Brazilian SPOILER WARNING

First off I'ma kick it saying yes, I am disappointed at Bluepoch for not adding diverse and PoC characters, however, this is a very much positive light on 2.2 because well, I enjoyed the update, I'm not here to defend Bluepoch but to appreciate the research and interesting things I think they added to their game about my people and culture.

I also think it's relevant to tell a bit about me, I'm a Brazilian woman natural from Rio de Janeiro, who early in life moved to a rural area in Goiás and later moved to the capital city of Brasília. I visited São Paulo, the city where 2.2 takes place quite a few times since parts of my family live there to this day, however the longer I've been there was 6 months, my visits to São Paulo also consisted mostly of living my the small towns around the big cities and living mostly in rural areas. (I've visited the big city but only to buy things that we didn't have mostly)

Starting off with some of the things I enjoyed the most: Music

So far there has been 3 songs of which I've listened

Starting with the one in the announcement of the special program; https://youtu.be/JsPw7aaB3WQ?si=aGYVp_yvvf1M5m5A

I do like the song, but this one is where they got the Brazil vibes a bit far off? They were going probably to the style of Bossa Nova, a Brazilian musical genre (noticable example are Garota de Ipanema) but I think in this one they went to much on a vibe that matches more french style music? Or at least reminds me of that (I'm sorry if I'm getting it wrong french people!!! Do let me know if I did).

The second one is the Livestream music! You can listen to it while they announce characters and garments;

I think the song is also not the best but definitely catches more of a Brazilian vibe, the style of music seems to be more centered around another genre commonly from the north east region of Brazil! (Noticable example is Figa de Guiné) Where they use a lot of triangles and little bit of the guitar, they're also going for a more beach style music to match the garments me thinks.

And now the third one and my favorite as off publication of this post. The "Trade Winds Garden" theme;

https://youtu.be/qCz036VZYXc?si=Gsbyl4JZzdPUpPqh

Once again they're going for a Bossa Nova vibe but this time, they nailed it perfectly. The strings and the chocalhos (sorry couldn't find a translation to that) work perfectly to create a representation in form of music! The style of the background of the new suitcase also fits the time period of Brazil's early 1900s or late 1800s that I think they're going for, the best example of a closely related song to this is also one of my favs "Águas de Março" is a music of the same genre who I think that this one might be based off.

Ok now with the characters and I'll start with the character I'm most familiar with the vibes!

Lopera the 6 star from the second part of the 2.2 version

Although we don't have much info on the story yet, she seems to be based of the "caipira" culture, I'll use the term Rural culture because "caipira" was a term used in a pejorative demeanor towards me and my family before.

Rural culture is a lot about family and as we know, Lopera ran away from her's, this is fairly common in these circles because living in a rural area while being young and full of dreams can be quite trapping! As for her design. I absolutely love it! From the hat to the sandal she embodies the spirit of a rural girl, the hat is ofc my favorite part, it's usually optional and men are more likely to not use hats as woman are. Being a Rural girl who easily burned in the sun I had to use long sleeves, long dresses and a really big straw hat, although the sandals are the norm when walking at home, usually we would use boots in the farm. In any case, I love her design and her clothes. In the i2 she seems to be more leaning towards a city girl, wearing the shorts and boots like she's ready for anything they throw at her. I personally like the i0 outfit more than the i2 for the many reasons I stated before and for the projection I did in her when I saw her.

Now for our singing best Anjo Nala!

I also loved her vibes! I saw a lot of people saying she's purple scary woman and I agree a bit with that but I really like this trope so I'm eating it! She's one of the characters that I also think I would enjoy way more if she has more melanin but for lore reasons I think she was never even a possibility for that.

First addressing the whole Anjo Nala is Kimberly, I disagree and don't think they are the same person. My evidence is that Kimberly has an identical twin who has been recently murdered! In the newspaper we can see that a ruthless murderer's life has been put to an end. I believe Anjo Nala is that twin who got murdered, aside from the visual differences both have, they also behave completely different at least from what we can see on the PV. Anjo Nala also speaks portuguese in one of her voice lines, knowing Kimberly she would've probably already said things in Portuguese had she known the language at this point. There's also some visual differences to the two, like anjo Nala's tail and horns being different than Kimberly's.

Now putting that to the side. Anjo Nala seems to be based of a more high class songstress. The beautiful girl who sings in the boats that pass by the river. Although that is a more romantic view of our culture it's still within Brazilian literature to have that type of character. The seducing demons from the rivers are also very much part of our culture as you can see from the "Boto Cor de Rosa" a character from Brazilian mythos and folklore.

The i0 dress looks simply so cute, matching the style and era of the outfits worn by the ladies here in the big cities of Brazil, as for her i2 it seems to be more of a stage outfit, I love it too, but personally, like Lopera I like her i0 more. Although I love the art and the background of her i2 and the references to the festivals of new year here and the carnival with the lights blowing in the sky voice line and the people laughing and dancing! She's a very cute character overhaul!

Mr. Duncan... Another character whom I think would look very good with more melanin, mr.duncan embodies a very common guy in Brazilian families, the "Tio do Pavê" or that cute and funny old uncle who cracks dad jokes whenever you meet with them, he seems like a passionate and generally nice guy and OMG I love seeing older man being added to the game! It really brings variety and the possibility of old men yaoi (looking at u Shamane), I really enjoy his character for how much I can see of him in my own family and it's very fun to think of all the cute interactions he could pull off! Design wise, he feels a little bit more like a tourist, although I've seen my dad wear similar outfits before when going to the beach or simply enjoying an outdoors barbecue. I like both of his i0 and i2 basically equally! I think he looks overhaul very nice

I won't make a comment about our skeleton hand just yet, White Rum seems like the most mysterious one so far! But I will make a post about them if I happen to have some new matured thoughts of if they get more info about them

Lastly for the garments, I LOVED the garments for this version, making the Brazil patch a beach vibes update is expected but they surprised me a lot! The outfits do look really like the things any Brazilian would wear to go to the beach, my favorites being Vila's and Yenisei's garment. Specifically talking about Yenisei, it might be me going on crack mode but I think her design is based off the Victoria Regia story of Brazilian folklore and I think it works perfectly with Yenisei's connection to rivers!

Marcus looks like the cute and sweet girl at the beach but girl that sunburn marks will be weird looking with all that fishnets /silly

Vila looks gorgeous and 37 is not beating the most beautiful character of the game allegations, I also think her garment has something to do with 37 accepting the malleability of truth and how it bends and changes like a river, truth changes in every different perspective!

Shamane looks gorgeous and I look forward to all the yaoi potential he got hwhshssh /silly and seriously I also love the representation of our fauna in Shamane's garment.

Few that was quite a lot I think I'm done for this post at least! I can and will yap more about this version once things come out and I'm yet to make a post about the PV, I did see it and I have some thoughts that I still need to mature! If you have any questions, suggestions or corrections they're all welcome! I just enjoy discussing things about my culture and country and how people from the outside world perceive us!

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: keep it quiet | ktr

summary | after an encounter with your best friend’s brother in the middle of the night, you can’t help but falling in love with him—and, perhaps he can’t help falling in love with you, too.

genre | kim taerae x fem!reader, university!au (but over the summer), best friend’s brother!au, y/n is an international student from the united states (sorry for all non usa people)

warnings | alcohol, i plagiarized business proposal, mentions of sex but not explicit

wc | 3.6k

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAERAE!!!!! i’ve always felt like he was so best friend’s brother (+ hanbin is brother’s best friend in case u were wondering) so here’s my best friend’s brother taerae manifesto (@taerrrrrae asked to be tagged)

ft. kep1 members (dayeon is taerae’s sister), billlie members, lsfm members

i. silencieux

The moment you wake up, your head is spinning and you know you’re not drunk enough to throw up, but you sure feel like you’re going to. Kazuha is asleep with her head on your stomach, and you don’t remember when she ended up there (when you fell asleep, you know she was still playing Monopoly in the living room). To your right, Dayeon is asleep face down on the floor, snoring loudly, and to your left, Sheon and Tsuki had made it up to Dayeon’s bed.

The room is dark, which is disorienting, given you fell asleep when the fluorescent overhead light was still on. As best as you could, you removed Kazuha’s head from your stomach, trying to push yourself up off the floor. A glance at Dayeon’s Hello Kitty-themed, digital clock tells you that it’s 4:34 in the morning, which means you slept for around five-and-a-half hours.

During that time, you’d slept off a lot of the alcohol, but you were still feeling slightly buzzed—the buzz wasn’t enough to keep the hangover away, though. You must’ve drank your weight in vodka, which was not good for you, but Kazuha had insisted on you showing them what an American college kid party was like. And, since you’d been to a single frat party during your senior year of high school, you’d been able to pull it off to an extent (you ordered red solo cups and called it a day).

Deciding you needed to drink some water, you stumbled over Dayeon and emerged out into the hallway, nearly knocking into the wall as you did so. The house was empty as far as you were aware—her parents had gone on vacation, which was why you’d been able to drink all day in the first place. According to Dayeon, though, her older brother was supposedly getting home that night.

You assumed he would probably be asleep by now, so you continued on your conquest to the kitchen, practically falling down the stairs because you didn’t turn the light on. But, once you made it to the bottom, there was nothing in between you and getting your water.

Except for a boy sitting at the island in the kitchen, a mug in one hand and a phone in the other. He’d dimmed the lights in the room, which you didn’t know could happen, and he was blissfully unaware of your presence. At that moment, you registered the quiet sound of bossa nova playing as well, which meant he probably hadn’t heard you stumbling down the stairs.

You froze the moment you saw him, immediately weighing your options—you could either go back upstairs and search for water in Dayeon’s room (or just drink from the tap, which you didn’t want to do but would sacrifice if need be) or you sucked up the anxiety and got a huge cup of ice water.

You didn’t have time to decide, because he turned his head towards you, seemingly confused as to why you’d stopped. “Oh, I thought you were Dayeon,” he said, and you practically swooned.

You didn’t know Dayeon’s brother was point-blank beautiful. His voice was deep too, and you briefly wondered if he’d somehow stepped straight out from a k-drama. He was dressed like he was in a k-drama, too, wearing a black t-shirt and baggy, red sweatpants with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“Um, sorry,” you replied, feeling a bit stupid. Your voice sounded foreign in your ears, and you were praying to the gods above that you didn’t sound drunk still. Taerae shook his head, offering you a reassuring smile. You nearly passed out as a dimple bloomed on his cheek, and you began to wonder how Dayeon had never told you that her brother was perfect.

“No, go ahead and do whatever you need to do. I don’t think you were expecting me to be here.”

You nodded haphazardly, taking a few steps toward the cabinets. Taerae went back to scrolling on his phone, where you quickly realized he was reading a book. You picked up the pace, rushing past him and towards the cups that were on the counter. Grabbing one, you quickly filled it with ice and water, suddenly forgetting who was sitting behind you.

Hurriedly, you chugged the glass, practically rejoicing as the ice-cold water flowed down your throat. With a content sigh, you let one of the ice cubes fall into your mouth, and you began crunching on it.

“Are you the one that’s going to be staying with us this summer?”

You choked on the ice, panic flowing through your entire body. You practically swallowed the rest of the cube whole, spinning on the ball of your foot to face him. In your drunkenness, you’d forgotten that you were going to be living at this guy’s house for the rest of your summer and hadn’t even tried to make a good impression.

“Oh, yeah, right. That would be me, yes. I’m [First].”

“Taerae,” he replied. “If you ever need anything, let me know. I have a car.”

It took everything in you to keep your jaw from dropping. The more you learned about this guy, the more insane you felt—whenever Dayeon talked about him, she spoke like he was the biggest loser on the planet. But, right now, he seemed like the farthest thing from a loser.

“Well,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’m going to go back to sleep.”

He smiled at you again, nodding. “Sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. If you’re up before me, the hangover medicine is in the mirror cabinet.”

You felt the warmth rush to your cheeks when he said that, and you rushed to put your glass in the sink and disappear from the room. “Thank you,” you mumbled, speed-walking around the island. Then, as if he was a psychic, he put his hand on the edge right as you walked into it, protecting you from the stabbing pain of a rock-hard corner. With much more fervor than the last time, you choked out another “Thank you!” before practically running up the stairs and back into the sweet escape of Dayeon’s bedroom.

ii. silencio

A couple of days into your stay at Dayeon’s house, you and Taerae found out that you both went to bed late and woke up early. As a result, your most active times were around the same time; so, the both of you often found yourselves sitting with one another.

Every night, it would be the same set-up: Taerae reading a book and drinking tea, which you found out was chamomile, while you sat across from him, working on the homework for your summer class. Then, at around 3 in the morning, you would pack up for the night. You’d then wake up before him and much before Dayeon, make your breakfast, and while you were eating, he would emerge in the morning.

You also quickly learned that Taerae had, quite literally, no flaws. Once, he sat next to you at the dining table, and he smelled like fresh laundry. On top of that, his breakfast of choice had been a piece of toast with raspberry jam which, for some reason, made you even more enamored with him.

During the day, Taerae didn’t go out much. If he did, he was going to see friends, and Dayeon seemed to be in love with one of his friends (his name was Gyuvin, and he was younger than her, which she didn’t like). She often told him to bring his friends over, but Taerae would just laugh at her and leave with car keys dangling from his hand.

He also restated his offer to take you anywhere you needed to go several times, though it was often directed to both you and Dayeon. You found that very sweet, especially for an older brother—a lot of things about his relationship with Dayeon were picturesque. If you’d had a sibling relationship like theirs, you figured you’d be a very different person.

All in all, he was very kind, which was fatal to anybody with a conscience (especially paired with his face). If the word “beautiful” was a person, you were half convinced that Taerae would be him.

You’d be, quite frankly, utterly stupid if you didn’t try and grow closer to him. So, that’s exactly what you did—at night, when Dayeon was fast asleep and you two were the only ones left alive in the house, you would emerge from the guest bedroom and sit with him. You never spoke unless he spoke first, and generally left him to his own devices, hoping somehow that just sitting in the same room as him would make him fall madly in love with you.

Soon enough, the two of you fell into a routine. You’d sit at the kitchen counter on one of their high stools, either studying or playing random games on your computer while you listened to a podcast. Taerae would read and drink tea, listening to various types of music (from jazz to trot, which you found entertaining).

Then, you made a bold move—instead of sitting at the kitchen counter, you sat yourself down at the table, in the opposite corner. Taerae looked at you for a brief moment but didn’t say anything, which made you feel decently impressed with yourself. In your delusion, you were convinced your plan was “working,” even though you had no proof that he viewed you as anything but Dayeon’s friend. 

And then, it happened. One night, Taerae was out with his friends later than usual, and you’d felt a little discouraged in pulling your little scheme to hang out with him. But, you figured that, if you didn’t go sit down there at least for the hours you usually did, you’d look suspicious (and fall behind on your schoolwork). So, you set up shop, spreading out your books and papers across the table while you compiled them into your notes.

When he got home, it was around 1 in the morning, and you could tell he was drunk from the way his cheeks were flushed (and the fact that he didn’t hang his car keys—in fact, his keys were nowhere to be found). He nodded at you as he walked to his room, shuffling his feet and yawning. You nodded back, suppressing the smile you felt itching at your lips. A moment later, he came out, wearing the same red sweatpants and black sweatshirt that he loved so much.

You then realized that you’d never been able to watch him make his tea, so you found yourself staring at him the entire time he did—from getting out the tea bags from the cabinet to him adding a plethora of little ingredients, like honey and a single drop of cream.

Then, he turned, and you immediately averted your eyes, staring at your computer screen. Taerae sat next to you instead of sitting on the opposite side, still leaving a chair in between you two. You felt yourself tense up but tried to give the illusion of being as relaxed as possible in hopes of keeping your silly crush a secret.

This time around, Taerae didn’t read a book and sat drinking his tea. He put his music on as usual, settling on the same samba jazz he’d been listening to the night you first met. He leaned back into his chair, and you continued to fight the urge to stare at him from the corner of your eye.

“You want to know something?” he asked, a little slur to his words. You looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Depends on what ‘something’ is.”

“We barely talk,” he began, laughing at himself. “But I think about you all the time. When we’re not sitting here together, I almost feel miserable. You live in my house and I still feel like we don’t spend enough time together.”

“Woah,” you said, eyes wide. “Are you sure you want to be saying this when you’re drunk?”

“When else would I say it?” he snorted, brushing his hair out of his face. He took another sip of his tea. “I’ll probably regret it in the morning, but at least it’s off my chest. Don’t tell me how you feel. Just go back to your work.”

You cleared your throat, buffering for a moment. Then, you did as he asked, and went back to furiously typing away at your study guide. About fifteen minutes later, Taerae got up and put his mug in the sink, disappearing deeper into the house—but he left the music playing.

iii. silentium

You didn’t see Taerae until the next night. He didn’t come down in the morning, and you noticed his shoes were gone from the rack next to the door. When you asked Dayeon when she emerged from her bedroom at nearly 1 pm, she said she’d gone to get his car and ended up deciding to spend the day with his friend Matthew.

You found it hard to keep a straight face in front of Dayeon for the rest of the day, wanting nothing more than to spill out all of your feelings to her, as she was your best friend. You also knew that she would likely be less than pleased that your stupid plan to get her brother to fall in love with you worked, so you kept your mouth shut.

It was also out of respect for Taerae, too, as he was probably dying of embarrassment while he was out with his friend. And, as you expected, he arrived back to the house well after Dayeon had passed out, eyebags prominent under his eyes.

You were sitting at the dining table playing Tetris, listening to a random podcast that talked about random items and events that piqued the hosts’ interest. He didn’t go into his room or make his tea this time, just sitting down next to you (with one seat in between, of course).

You took your AirPods out and paused your game, leaning back into your chair. “Sorry,” he said, drumming his fingers on the table. “If I made things weird, that’s not cool for you, ‘cause you don’t have anywhere else to go. I’ll probably be out and about more when my parents come back.”

You stayed quiet, devising a plan in your head. Part of you was exasperated that your stupid sit-in-the-same-room tactic worked, and the other part of you was screaming in your head, banging on the walls, and giggling maniacally.

You slid into the chair that separated you two, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Then, before he could turn to look at you, you planted a quick kiss on his cheek. You felt like a middle schooler doing that, but it was the only thing you could come up with before Taerae gave up and left you alone.

He turned to face you, eyes wide and cheeks red, like they’d been last night. For a moment, you stared at each other, not saying a word. Then, you got an idea that made your head spin at just the thought of it—it was cliche and straight out of a movie scene, but you couldn’t help but want to actualize it.

Taerae seemed to have the same idea, as he leaned over and kissed you with a sort of fervor that you weren’t expecting. You couldn’t help but return the kiss, putting your hands on the sides of his face and pulling him closer to you. He pulled away for a second, tugging his glasses off his face and practically throwing them on the table.

Taerae’s lips were soft against your own, plump and perfect to kiss. You were close enough now that you could smell his cologne, which was light and airy, and you felt like a thousand flowers were blooming in your chest. Taerae ran a hand through your hair, which nearly made you swoon (if you weren’t already swooning.

You must’ve made out for a good ten minutes (at least that’s what it felt like), hugging him close to you like if you were to let go he would disappear in a second. The only thing that managed to draw you apart was the loud sound of Dayeon’s bedroom door opening, which caused you to practically shove him away from you. You nearly fell out of your chair as you rushed to get back to your original seat, patting your hair down and shoving your AirPods into your ear.

Taerae grabbed his glasses, pushing them on carelessly while he stood from his chair and nearly ran to where he kept his tea mugs. He began making his nightly tea, although you could see his hands shaking as he filled his electric kettle with water.

Dayeon skipped down the stairs and over to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and leaning down to hover her head above your shoulder. Then, she plucked out your earbud, putting her phone in front of your computer screen.

You prayed to every god that she couldn’t smell Taerae’s cologne on you, trying to focus on her screen. It was a wall of texts, the contact being easily identifiable as Taerae’s friend, Gyuvin. You scanned every word, bringing your hand up to scroll through them.

“He asked you out?” you blurted out, not thinking about the implications of saying that right behind her older brother. It was a panic reaction, a last-ditch attempt to get her away from you so she wouldn’t find out that you’d made out with her brother in her living room. Taerae spun around, and Dayeon detached herself from you immediately, staring at you with betrayal in her eyes. Taerae looked at her with betrayal in his eyes, too, and you suddenly realized that he knew that she had a thing for his friend.

“I knew Matthew wasn’t telling me something,” Taerae scoffed, causing Dayeon to shrink into herself. “How dare you date one of my friends? In what world is that legal?”

“Do you want a free pass to date one of mine?” Dayeon argued back, which caused you to look away with guilt filling your veins. “I’ve had a crush on him for years, I deserve this!”

You hoped that she never found out about you and Taerae.

iv. quiet

It was the night before Dayeon’s parents got home, two weeks before your dorms opened back up, and Dayeon had gone out with Gyuvin, one of his friends, and a couple of your friends. You’d been invited, but you lied and said you weren’t feeling well, thinking of the opportunity to spend the entire night, alone, with your now boyfriend.

Then, he went and ruined it. You stared at your neck in the mirror in absolute horror, looking at the red mark that was blooming on your skin. Taerae sat on the counter, watching you search through your plethora of makeup bags for the green concealer you’d bought back home.

“I can’t believe you did this to me,” you said, finally finding it in your bag of eyeliners. You immediately began dabbing it onto your neck, picking up your beauty blender and trying your best to blend it out.

“This is not my fault,” he shot back, frowning. “I barely even sucked that hard. This is on you. If you didn’t bruise so easily, we wouldn’t be here.”

You shivered, picking up your normal concealer and beginning to spread that out on the green blob you’d created. “Never phrase it like that again. And, for the record, you bit me. I felt it.”

He huffed, hopping off the counter and walking behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist. You blended out the normal concealer as well, letting out a sigh as it (mostly) disappeared. “The night before your parents come home and you do this to me. How cruel is that?”

“Maybe it’s a good thing. Then we won’t have to sneak around for two weeks, right?”

“I would rather die than have your parents assume that I’m having sex with their son, but okay,” you replied, sighing. You stared at him in the mirror, now, putting your hands on his arms. He stared back at you, putting his head on your shoulder. “Either way, I don’t like hickeys. My friends used to show up to school with them all the time, and sometimes they’d end the day with one they didn’t have at the beginning. It always grossed me out.”

“Then it’ll never happen again,” he replied, squeezing your middle. “Promise.”

Taerae kissed your shoulder, humming. “Dayeon’s getting home soon. We should go to bed.”

“Is she coming home?”

“Gyuvin texted me that he and Kazuha are bringing her back. He said she doesn’t feel well, and that she thinks you got her sick.”

“Awkward,” you giggled, nearly frowning when he let go of you. You turned to face him, and he put his hands on the counter, trapping you in between him and the ledge.

“Good night, my love,” he said, pecking you on the lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Be ready for our two weeks of hell.”

“I wouldn’t dream of anything else.”

thank you for reading !

[triangle-dog]

TW pet death

(Not one of mine, don't worry. You won't miss anything if you skip this post.)

I will always and forever be a collar and tags person (or, look, if you are really concerned about strangulation then a harness & tags person or a breakaway collar or whatever). Microchips are great, all my beasts are microchiped, but if one of them gets out I want to be able to find them and bring them home no matter what has happened to them.

Two years ago, almost exactly I think, friends and I were three miles into a beautiful autumn hike with the dogs. The leaves were turning, the wildlife was active, and there was a crisp breeze. We rounded a corner and immediately saw a body floating out on the lake, a dog, its long black fur drifting back and forth in the small waves. After some deliberation on what to do, and if it was safe, I waded out to the dog while the others in the party held our dogs way back from the lake in case the water was bad. He wasn't that far out really, but it felt like it took forever to get there because I was fervently hoping he'd have tags. I could actually feel the relief wash over me when I got there and saw patches of blue collar peeking out between the drifting fur.

I towed him into the shallows by the collar. I'm the most familiar with bodies, which is why I was the one who went out to him, and I know that they age differently in the water but by my judgment he'd died farily recently - less than a day ago. When he's in close enough to shore that I don't think he'll drift away any time soon, I unclip his collar and return to the group. We sit down and strategize for a few minutes. How do you make a call like that without raising their hopes? (Answer: you can't - just the phone ringing will be enough).

"I'm very sorry," I say, "but I found a dog in the lake and I thought you would want to know." She tells me she was half expecting a call like this, that the gate didn't latch correctly and both dogs got out but only one came home. She tells me that they were so worried he wouldn't be able to find his way home in the storm last night. She tells me he was very old, that his mind had been going for awhile now. She tells me that most of his life, until the last few years as his body became less able to manage the walk, they would come down to a beach near here and that he loved to swim. She tells me she hopes he at least got to relive those memories for a bit before he went.

I give her the coordinates, it's not too far from a road if you bushwhack - certainly less than the 3mi we did, and tell her we'll bring him to shore. I pick him up out of the shallows, he feels frail, yet he's so so heavy from the weight of the water in his fur. He's much smaller than Nova, yet lifting Nova has never felt like that. I lay him gently on the rocky beach in what I hope is a natural looking, less-traumatizing-to-the-kids position. I clip his collar back on, with the fur no longer drifting around in the water obscuring it, you can now see the little tag saying "Poochie" on the front. We head back the way we came. That was walk enough for all of us, it would feel wrong to seek a different ending, and it was an out and back trail anyway.

Ever since then, every dead cat or dog I see reminds me of those lakeside discussions. We are all overly dedicated animal people, we're fully aware of microchips and all of our own pets are microchiped, but carrying a waterlogged body 3mi to the car to drive it to the vet's office was just not feasible - I don't think it would occur to most people that that was even an option. Even if they did think of it, most people would be opposed to putting a dead animal in their vehicle. I'm just gonna make it easy on people and put my phone number on my animals.

(Sorry, that post was so much longer than it needed to be, but my brain must have recorded that experience in a different kind of memory than usual because it is so so clear and comes all as a set like that so that's what you got too)

TLDR: OP found a dead dog once and has big feelings about it. Put collars/etc. on your pets

[myhauntedsalem]

Mary Ellen Spook Farm

In January of 1922, farmer Alexander MacDonald, his wife Janet, and their adopted daughter Mary Ellen fled their home in Caledonia Mills, Nova Scotia after a rash of poltergeist activity, including more than 30 unexplained fires. Though several researchers, journalists, detectives, and paranormal investigators would eventually examine the farm and house, the so-called “fire spook” was never fully explained.

The poltergeist activity that had plagued the household for almost an entire year included moving the cattle around when no one was in the barn, mixing ashes into the stored milk, and even braiding the tails of horses. Most notable, however, were the fires which earned the haunting its name.

The fires would spring up spontaneously all over the house and grounds, often far from the hearth or any other source of a spark. Everything from wallpaper to wet towels were said to burst into flame: it got so bad that the family organized a kind of “neighborhood watch” to guard against arsonists, though none were ever found. Eventually, the family fled the property for good.

Once the family moved out of the house, journalists and would-be paranormal investigators moved in. Even Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was invited to explore the phenomena. Some of the most notable accounts include those of Harold Whidden, a reporter from the Halifax Herald, and police detective Peachey Carroll, who spent two nights in the house. During this time they both experienced several odd events, including the feeling of being slapped on the arm and face by phantom hands. Whidden was so troubled by his experiences that he never published them in his lifetime, though they have since been released by his family.

Another prominent investigator who visited the home for several days was Dr. Walker Franklin Prince, who concluded that the poltergeist activity emanated from the family’s then-15-year-old adopted daughter, Mary Ellen–this in spite of the fact that Dr. Prince, himself, experienced no unusual phenomena during his stay. Members of the family were even brought back to the house during his investigation in an attempt to “trigger” the ghost. Dr. Prince did, however, report unexplained rapping noises in his office back in New York for several weeks after he had completed his investigation into the Caledonia Mills “Spook Farm.”

Unfortunately for Mary Ellen, Dr. Prince’s suggestion that she was the cause, albeit unknowingly, of the fires and other poltergeist activity stuck with her throughout her life. People began calling her Mary Ellen Spook, and, according to some accounts, she was even confined to an asylum for many years. Regardless of the cause, after she and her family moved away from the farm in Caledonia Mills, the phenomena ceased.

However, that wasn’t the end of the story of the Caledonia Mills Spook Farm. Over the years, several other explanations have been put forth as new detectives attempt to solve the mystery. Edward J. O’Brien, a lecturer who stopped off at the nearby St. Francis Xavier University, posited that the fires might have been caused by radio waves passing through Caledonia Mills between the radio towers at Wellfleet, Massachusetts, and Glace Bay, Nova Scotia, though to modern science that theory sounds perhaps even more preposterous than “fire spooks.”

Arsonist or no, the Caledonia Mills legend persists. Even today, long after the farm and house have disappeared, people say that if you take home any item from the property, your house will burn down. According to one couple, who call themselves P.O.N.I. (Pair of Normal Investigators), “This has been tested by regular every day people and the buildings always catch fire.”

[bloozz]

omfg yan teacher has me in a fucking choke hold 😳 what would he do if reader tried to escape?

omg nova actually finishing asks?? anyways... enjoy bbgs and pookie bears

: kidnapping, teacher x fav student reader (reader is 18+), gn reader, gaslighting, yelling, restraints, reader gets locked in basement, tell me if i missed any tags!!

🌊 Oh, you actually want to escape him? Well... Goodluck! He already keeps high surveillance on his precious little student after all. Athel would never allow you to leave him.

🦈 If you somehow managed to escape anyway, he'll do everything in his power to get you in his palms again. Athel is quite a popular teacher, meaning he would collect as much information as possible from students, teachers and even the principal.

🌊 You won't be able to get very far. He'll always find you. He would be very angry if you decided to run. If you were gone for a whole day, he would act like he has gone insane. An example is that he would tear apart his entire home or even worse, kill off all your family, oh no! (He will blame you)

🦈 If he found you after you ran, best expect to be highly guarded for the next few months until he trusts you again. He will hire a student to keep watch and be your friend, just so they can report anywhere or anything they've done or ran. He probably won't let you go to school for a few days too, locking you in the basement made just for you!!

🌊 Even if you yell and scream, he will never let you go. Sometimes he'll even yell back if he's too irritated. He sleeps in bed dreaming of just locking you on his bed frame so he can cuddle all the time.

You were stuck in the dark eerie shadows in Athel's basement. He refused to let you back out until you could behave. The light drips of water pattering onto the concrete flooring, you sighed and laid in the bed he prepared for you down there.

A few days ago, you ran away while he was teaching a class. Seeing the opportunity that'd struck, you took your legs and snuck off as fast as you possibly could. This would come back to bite you in the butt as he found you one day in a classmates home. How did he even find you?

As soon as he found you, he pulled a cloth to my lips, shushing me and beckoning me to a deep drift. Since then, waking up in a locked basement wasn't fun. He only comes down to feed you and smile sinisterly at the pitiful look you gave off.

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"All you had to do was stay here, yet you still failed! Maybe i need to teach you a lesson."

[envirae]

my very first love ! — 24: break my heart?

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"How much of that did you hear?" He asked, he stared back at you blankly, almost as if he didn't believe you were real.

"I think a lot more than I was supposed to." You answered honestly, Riki opened his mouth to speak, but both of your phones were buzzing incessantly with texts from your captains.

He sighed, before turning his phone off and looking back at you. "Let's talk after the show. There's so much I want to say to you."

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You were set to perform right after Enha, which Soobin was very much unhappy with. Thankfully, though, they actually performed their own choreo this time.

This hardly calmed Soobin down, however, because god— were they killing it.

Their power on stage demanded the attention of the audience and their charisma helped to distract from any mistakes they could have made.

Heeseung shot Soobin a smirk on their way off stage, and it took everything in Soobin not to choke him out right then and there.

For any team, they would have been impossible to follow up.

Not for your team, though.

It was the performance of a lifetime. You don't think you had ever put this much of your blood, sweat, and tears into anything before. And now, here you were, ready to see all of it pay off.

After your performance, you and the rest of the novas sat eagerly backstage, waiting for the rest of the teams to finish performing and for scores to be announced.

This was one of the biggest, most important moments of your high school career, but you couldn't get your mind off Riki.

All the things he told Jiwoo backstage, were they true? Would you be an idiot for letting him back into your life after he had already hurt you so bad?

You were far from discreet, and the way you and Riki kept making prolonged eye contact backstage almost killed you.

Your team, along with all of the others, stood at the wings of the stage as they announced the winners. Third place had been given to a team from Daegu, and you waited in anticipation for the top two.

"In second place," The announcer began, "from HYBE academy of the arts, ENHYPEN."

You watched as the boys' faces fell. However, they sucked it up and put on a smile as they walked out.

"And finally, in first place, the Korean Junior National champions, also from HYBE academy of arts, SUPERNOVA."

You couldn't believe it.

You almost thought that you had heard them wrong. But no, you had won. You actually beat ENHYPEN. For the first time ever, they didn't take away your spotlight.

Soobin made sure to walk out with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, staring directly at the boys the entire time. He gracefully accepted the trophy, and it almost looked like he was about to cry.

You were over the moon, all the hard work you and your teammates had been put in for the past year was finally paying off. You showed ENHYPEN- and the entire school, that you were done living in their shadows. And as you looked at Riki, he smiled and sent you a thumbs up.

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When Riki finally found you backstage, you didn't know what to say. You smiled at him, and you wanted to say something, but no words came out.

"Congratulations on your win. You deserved it, really." He said, a soft yet embarrassed smile on his face.

"Thanks, Riks. I really appreciate it. How'd your team take the news?" You asked, out of pure curiosity. You knew that team, and you knew they were most likely throwing nothing short of temper tantrums right now.

"Better than I thought they would, to be honest. Except for Jay, I'm pretty sure he stormed out and drove home." You laughed, and so did he. It was nice hearing his laugh, you hadn't even realized how much you missed it.

It was silent for a while before you finally looked back at him. "About earlier- I didn't mean to eavesdrop, it's just-"

"It's okay, y/n. It's all stuff I wish I would've told you before, anyways, and I hate that I never did." He cut you off, and you were a little shocked. "I never knew why I got so flustered around you before. I have never felt this nervous around someone before, ever. But when it comes to you, I go crazy."

He paused, searching for any hint of emotions in your expression, but kept going.

"I like- No, I love you y/n. And I don't care if our teams hate each other, I don't care if you think we would never work, I don't care if there are a million logical reasons why we shouldn't be together. Because I love you, y/n. And I think that's the only reason we need to tell us that we should."

"Riki, I don't even know what to say." You chuckled, cheeks bright red from the sudden confession. "I agree that there are a million reasons we shouldn't be together."

His face fell slightly as he braced himself for rejection, but you kept going.

"But I love you too, Riki. You make me want to be the best version of myself that I can be. I think we owe it to ourselves to try."

The smile that appeared on his face was so bright, you would've thought he was the one who won a national competition today. He engulfed you in a hug so tight you thought you were going to lose all air in your lungs.

"You gonna break my heart, y/n?"

"Only if you break mine first." You teased, and this time, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

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a/n: it's finally over! i apologize for the (kinda) hiatus i took during the later parts of this smau, but that is over and i am now back! i have had so much fun writing this smau and i hope you guys had fun reading it, too :). i have an epilogue coming out and a new smau announcement very soon so please stay tuned for that!

p.s. i hope you guys noticed the tatbilb reference 😚

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[secret-fungi]

All those wretched things

rating: M

pairing vesper/ nova

words count: 4478

tws: self harm (kinda), emotional distress, mentions of religious abuse/ trauma, interalized homophobia/ racism(??? are witches a race??) nova hates herself.

summary: have u ever been so horny for someone it made u revaluate ur religious beliefs? nova has and now shes cryin abt it.

When Vesper came around she was greeted with the soft sound of someone snoring coming from the sofa, and upon investigation the woman found that the sight before her was quite amusing, the catcher laid stretched out on the sofa, hair all about, sticking her face in odd and random places, her familiar resting on the dip of her waist, a blanket over her, and the lamp in the corner of the room still on, casting shadows on the woman’s cheeks. Small signs of care laid all about, and for only a moment did she find herself wishing to catch a star, but the thing with stars is that they are so very far away, and in all the time it takes for them to reach us, it is already too late for some of them, if a star falls you can never catch it, no matter how hard you try or how far you reach into the sky the star has already fallen.

The small familiar stared at the woman stretching its limbs before settling back into the catcher as if asking her business with the sleeping witch, keen eyes watched her as she reached forward and pet the top of its head. 

“Have you been guarding her?” she asked the familiar, her only response was a lazy blink, as if offended that she would ask such a thing, the poor thing hadn’t strayed too far from the catcher since her return, and whenever it did it would be rather anxious, rushing into wherever she was as if the familiar didn’t truly believe that she was safe. 

“I know… me too.” she admitted, her eyes drifting to the witch below her letting her mind wander as she sat on the coffee table.

The catcher stirred, and in response her familiar made a soft noise as if to say it was okay, that they were still with her. And absentmindedly she wondered how many times throughout the night had the catcher asked for reassurance. As if responding to a command she hadn’t realized she had given, her hand reached out on its own to play with a strand of hair that had fallen in the catcher's face, gently tugging it from where it was stuck against her full lip before coaxing the knots from the strand as she watched the woman’s expression darken, her lips pulled into a small frown, tears wetting the catchers dark lashes, but they didn’t fully fall, as if aware of her presence they were stopped by her lashes, only small streaks escaped and fizzled out.

She was told that upon her return, the catcher didn’t like to be alone, and that no matter how late you came home she would be sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in hand, often admitting that she couldn’t sleep, and if you stayed a while she would act as if you are a life preserver, and though she promised she would be right behind you, that she just had to wash her dishes, she would not return to her room. 

And as the older woman’s finger traced the other’s face the catcher moved closer, chasing the small touch without waking. 

 What a horrible thing it is, to want something and not know it. One woman thought to herself.  What a horrible thing it is, to want something you are undeserving of. The other corrected. 

         Who decided that you are undeserving? The first woman asked.  Me? Came the unsure reply. Where did you learn that? The first urged. I was born knowing. 

No. you were taught to know. 

In truth the catcher was only half asleep, as soon as she felt someone approach her she was pulled from the endless sea that she found sleep became when you pushed it off until you couldn’t anymore and when the older woman’s touch lingered too long for the catcher to bare it,  she opened her eyes, if just to stop the feeling the woman’s gentle touch left on her skin, if just get the woman to retract her hand, but when her eyes found the other’s the woman did not pull away, nor did she seem to feel any sort of embarrassment for having been caught. For a while, the pair looked at each other in silence before the older woman parted her lips but at the sight of the small flinch that the other gave in return she remained silent, withdrawing her hand from the other’s hair. And so they sat together, swallowing their words. 

Eventually though the older woman spoke up, “Why are you sleeping out here?” she asked, watching as the catcher straightened herself up almost self consciously before she shrugged. “I must’ve fallen asleep while drinking.” she explained, gesturing with her chin towards the discarded mug on the coffee table beside the woman, the last few sips had long gotten cold.

The catcher didn’t bother to explain why she stayed up, she didn’t think she could even find the words to explain why – or how when you stayed up so long, sleep felt like floating in an endless sea on the darkest night, no moon or stars in sight, just the sounds of silence and the feeling of water pushing her back and forth. And only sometimes did her thoughts crash into her, but that was only rarely and that was a mercy, for she always got swept up in them. Maybe she simply couldn’t stop them from catching up with her when she slept. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape. It was as if her thoughts were a great beast banging against a door and with each of the hits the hinges bent and weakened, and whenever that door broke a flood would come sweep her away. 

Sometimes the flood would lead her to the woman, and whenever it did she could never decide to fight against the current or let it push her into the vision. But each time she reached the shore that the woman waited for her on and when she did, she felt as if the sand was made of broken glass and hot stone and the older woman was made of hell fire and thorns, as soon as she wrapped her arms around the catcher the whole island would be consumed. 

Other times, the flood wouldn’t waste time on a pretty illusion, it would bust through the door and wrap it’s arms around her, consuming her without a kiss, and though she struggled, still she drowned.

The catcher looked to the other woman and considered that maybe she didn’t have to explain, instead she watched the woman’s hands as they fixed her sleeve  before she casted a grave look to the catcher’s makeshift bed before saying; “If you make it a habit we’ll have to get a better couch.”

 “Sorry.” the catcher mumbled “I wasn’t angry.” the older woman corrected, and for a moment the catcher caught her looking at her intently, something a bit far away in her eyes before she looked away, chasing away a thought she shouldn’t have had.

The catcher took in the scene before her with a quiet reverence, her eyes wide and jaw slacked, Like a starved man at the sight of a feast, like a man lost at sea at the sight of land, like Mary Magdalene at the sight of Jesus. 

The pair sat in silence, both caught in the moment and chasing away thoughts with a series of rapid blinks, a nervous swallow, fidgeting with their fingers – anything to stop them from acting on their thoughts. but as the light caught stands of the older woman's hair, as her eyes lingered and her mouth dried, the catcher's thoughts caught up to her.  

Wretched are those who are born without love, those with no soul to burn or rot, for they will hunger forevermore and never shall they be satisfied for they will seek the comfort they have lost with the fruits of the flesh, and it will never be enough. 

This lesson was hard learned, and still with a smile, a light touch… a laugh, with just her presence,  she caught herself believing it less and less. And what use was it to believe there was no worth in being as she was? Of slipping into the shadows and never letting the sun kiss your cheeks, When tomorrow it could be gone, it could be the last chance to lay in the sun and watch the clouds roll by, and selfish as it was she didn’t want to give it up. She knew that It wasn’t right, she knew she was only making things difficult, for herself, for Vesper who didn’t deserve what nova would have to do – No she deserved it, she must’ve because she was a wicked thing, even if she was beautiful and kind. Even if she felt like coming home – Nova knew her kind, she was warned that They were vicious. They were cunning and would do anything, like wild beasts that waved a knife blindly at everything and everyone. 

The devil was above all things, seductive and all his creatures must’ve been too. 

But even still, even knowing this… what had kept her up most of all was the knowledge that there were no other monsters amongst those who resided at the nest, they did not hide under beds, waiting for a chance to eat the young and innocent, they did not hide horns under hats or hoods – and despite their nature they were hopeful, desperate for a chance to be known, loved, a chance for the tears and each strike they were dealt to be heard and acknowledged.

At this realization a truly terrifying thought came to her mind; Even wretched creatures reached for warmth, even they wished upon stars, and hoped for love and a place to belong, this she had learned more and more time she spent with them. She was always told that she was different, special. She was chosen to right the wrongs, she was going to –

The realization came like a leaky pipe, a slow drip that caused big issues and as she looked at the other woman fixing her hair – a meaningless habit she likely did out of anxiety –  the realization finally hit her once and for all; That even she, wretched as she was, desperately wanted what couldn’t be. 

By the time the catcher came back to reality the older woman was looking at the other now, watching every micro expression flit across the catcher’s face with her legs crossed and hands held tight together as if every expression she saw was bad news, like she was watching, waiting, Nova couldn’t place hope as one of those emotions that tugged at the woman’s lips or furrowed her brows, no it didn’t seem like hope at all.

The two women stared at each other in silence, ignoring the truth and pretending that a lie could be true. Sat in the living room, with all the soft noises of people’s early stirrings, the shower starting, a bed creaking-  and the breathing of the two women. 

Vesper kept her eyes focused on hers and in turn Nova kept her eyes focused on the space between the other woman’s brows as she shifted uncomfortably. 

They could wish for the same things, after all the heart was deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked and even the damned cried, but they are not their hearts, and she was not one of them. She was a sheep amongst wolves, She was – 

 “When I couldn’t sleep I would read and play chess.” Vesper told, and for a while Nova stayed still, nervously picking the skin on her finger before she smiled “I’ll try that… got any good books you recommend?” She asked and at this the older woman gave a look as if she was naive to the world that she was asking about. Her lips curled into an amused smile and there was something so mischievous in her eyes, in an instant nova knew that she wanted to tease her. 

But instead the woman only nodded. “I’ll send over my favorite.” she promised, “it got me through many sleepless nights, I hope it’ll give you a similar peace.” 

Peace. The catcher repeated the word mentally as she pinched her wrist under the blanket. Nova would have rathered the other woman teased her, she never minded it one bit whenever she did, she would be able to make sense of the feelings that her teasing smile inspired.

What was peace supposed to be like? She questioned. Nova didn’t think about supposed-to-bes often, she wouldn’t allow it, because supposed-to-bes always led to trouble, because she would imagine what her birth parents were like, she would wonder what language she was supposed to grow up with, what home, then she would think about her family out of guilt for wondering about the people who abandoned her, and she’d think how he wasn’t supposed to adopt her, and how if he did, he was supposed to – She didn’t think about supposed-to-bes, because it would always end with her brain reminding her that she wasn’t supposed to exist. 

 The catcher always lost track of time, losing it to her thoughts had been an issue ever since she was young, she was always scolded for being in a dreamland, so often that she gained a reputation,  but the woman pulled her back with a gentle hand on her knee. And there was something a bit bitter in the realization that that touch was all she needed to pull the catcher back. 

A simple, tender gesture to let her know she wasn’t alone, and still she flinched, wide eyes snapping to the other woman, tensing up as if she was waiting for a punch, a slap, harsh words or mockery – and at this moment, Vesper frowned and found herself once again wishing for that star, wishing not for the first time that things were different. 

And that micro change in the other woman’s expression didn’t escape the catcher, and yet it still was misinterpreted as something very different than what it truly was, rejection and disappointment.

“Are you… feeling better?” Vesper asked “oh, yeah. I’m all fixed up.” she replied quickly, and at this the other woman gave a knowing expression, a smile falling onto her lips. “You sure?” she asked pointedly, her eyes landing on the blanket the younger witch was wrapped in, a silent acknowledgement that she knew that the catcher didn’t simply fall asleep on the couch by accident. 

But the catcher smiled nonetheless, pinching her palm as she shrugged at the other woman. Nova found that she switched between wanting the woman’s keen gaze to never leave her and never landing on her to begin with. Because it was as if she swallowed a ball of fire and it settled within her stomach and that heat rose to her cheeks and the tips of her ears, it made her heart drop to the soles of her feet and simultaneously get caught in the back of her throat. But its absence was worse, and made her wish to do something stupid to get her attention once again. 

It seemed that the world about them slowly awoke to threaten their fragile peace. Each chirping of a bird only was another ticking clock, reminding Nova that the moment the world truly started this moment would shatter, and she would go off again.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Nova asked. Again the other woman gave a smile before she replied. “Yes.” “Then, I won’t keep you.” Nova replied, casting off her blanket before she rose to her feet and as she folded up the blanket once again the other woman watched with keen eyes. 

“Stay.” she instructed, and so the catcher remained, unsure of what to do. 

      I’ve never found arms that didn’t hurt when they held me, where is the poison you’ll slip in my drink? Where do you hide the knife you’ll cut me with? Where have you hidden your fangs and claws? Is the poison already drunk? Is the knife already stuck?

“You can cry if you need to, no one will judge you.” Vesper said. The catcher scoffed, making a dismissive gesture with her hand. “I don’t need to cry, I’m fine.” she denied, but the woman only arched her brow. “Then why do you smile like that?” she asked

She didn’t have an answer to this, because the truth was one they both already knew, and she didn’t know what it would mean if she admitted that.

“Like what?” she asked “don’t you like my smile?” she joked, batting her lashes but the woman only seemed to be amused, a mischievous smile stretching across her lips and the spark in her eyes seemed to be all too delightlighted, and in that half a second before she replied Nova could almost hear the battle she had between being genuine and teasing the catcher, and before the catcher could dismiss her comment vesper answered; “It’s beautiful, even more-so when it’s genuine.” 

Heat rose to the tops of her ears, and the whole of her cheeks. “It’s genuine.” she denied. Vesper arched a brow at the other as if to warn her off from lying to her. “I know the difference.” Vesper said, and for some reason Nova felt like screaming. 

“Oh, and what's the difference?” She asked the woman, and never one to neglect a challenge, Vesper readily accepted the challenge that the catcher leveled with an arch of her brow.   “You light up, you smile with your whole being, when it's fake you make eye contact, and when it’s real you never do, always looking around nervously.” She said at this the catcher tensed, as if she had to remain stiff or else all her pieces would scatter. But the other woman didn’t stop, for whatever reason she seemed to want to prove just how much she knew the other, like she had drawn her weapon just to show her that she had one too. 

“It's subtler but somehow more substantial.” She added, The catcher gave a look so skeptical Vesper had to suppress a smile, her face scrunched up and her brows raised high, you could hear her disbelief so clearly it was as if she had the words painted across her forehead, as if her very soul had joined in to exclaim it’s skepticism too.  

 “Well, you have my vote if you ever run for office.” she joked sarcastically. Vesper only laughed, and Nova once again looked at her, that same reverence, that desperate adoration so evident on her face that it wasn’t truly any wonder why the other woman teased her, because even the blind could see what the older woman meant to the catcher, you couldn’t miss the way her gaze lingered, and even if the catcher wasn’t aware herself, everyone else was very aware. 

“Are you afraid of being known?” Yes. “Are you afraid of not knowing?” she asked in return, making vesper smile in response. Yes. “No, because I do.” “Oh? Is that so?” the woman nodded, smile still on her lips as if she was waiting for the other to catch up, to understand what she hadn’t yet.

And in her smile, Nova found the truth, and the sinking feeling returned. “Is this what this is? Being known?” she joked “you didn’t know?” Vesper asked, and with that same grin –  as if she was telling a joke only she understood but was amused all the more by the fact that no one else caught it. “Well you’ve never asked for my favorite color.” she joked. “That hardly counts as knowing someone.” Vesper argued.  “only if you don’t know it.” Nova replied with a triumphant smile. 

“Blue.” the woman replied easily. “What?” “Your favorite color is blue.” She explained, and this simple acknowledgement was enough, maybe it was only the last drop in an overflowing pitcher, maybe it was the fact that knowing she was known only served to claw at her chest, a ringing, traitorous thought came through the blood that pounded in her ears. 

So this is what it feels like. But if this was what it was like, and she had never felt it before… then was she never known before? Of course she was known – she was loved. 

But why did being known feel so different when it was her that knew? When had she gotten to know her so well to be able to tell things that not even her father could? Did this mean that she knew her better than her father did… or that her father just didn’t know her at all?

How well did anyone know anyone? And at what point did knowing become a burden that hindered love? At what point did Nova hinder people from loving her? 

Had she been loved as a child? What was love if not pulling your loved ones to the right path even if it might leave bruises? What was love but doing what was needed, even at the temporary pain of those you loved. 

Love and cruelty were one and the same, and Vesper was cruel in her own way. Nova wished she had shot her. She wished she would strike her down, take her out of the game so that Nova wouldn’t have to pull the trigger herself.

And before she could stop or hide them, tears started to run down her face, and their appearance surprised even her, as she hastily tried to wipe them away. “I’m sorry - I don’t know why-” she said, trying to walk past the woman and that too, proved futile as the woman caught her elbow, pulling her back as if she had been waiting for this. 

“I thought...” she whispered, her voice trailing off into the air, falling flat at her feet as the rest of her sentence stayed trapped in the back of her throat. Although the words gave no context for the other woman, still she nodded. The expression that fell upon her face wasn’t truly a single expression, but rather what seemed to be a thousand micro expressions all flashing for not even half a second, like the flapping of a humming bird’s wings. Sympathy, understanding, pity- amusement, anger, sadness, resentment, resolve. As if she understood, remembered how it felt and was displeased that it happened again. Like a fly watching yet another of its kind be caught in a web, like the catcher was a vase precariously positioned on the edge of a surface that she could only watch fall, unable to catch it from shattering in time.

But she wrapped her arms around her as if that could hold her together even just for a moment, maybe she thought better than saying what she thought, the words that so clearly knocked against her teeth. Maybe it truly was sympathy the other woman felt– maybe it was something else. 

“I’m sorry.” Vesper replied, holding the catcher just that much tighter. Nova wasn’t sure what she was apologizing for, maybe that she was taken in the first place. She wasn’t sure that the woman understood why she was crying but then again there was something so knowing that she doubted the woman believed she broke over being taken. 

There was a cruelty in her being so close, to have her arms wrapped around her, to be able to be consumed by her perfume, for the loose strands of soft hair to tickle her cheek, to be able to  notice the small details you miss when you’re not this close. 

The catcher curled her fingers into the woman’s top, and as she cried on the woman's shoulder she bit her lip so hard in an attempt to stifle the tears, and as she did she felt that somewhere within her, wherever it is your soul is kept a fire had started and as it spread it tore a horrible hole through her. The black smoke clawed at her throat and as she heaved and gasped in an attempt to stop it – to stop the flames from consuming her whole, but as she coughed out the thick black smoke the clouds spelt out a truth – 

She wasn’t like them. She knew her place. She…. couldn’t outrun her shadow. 

– Even she, wretched as she was, was more like them then she was anyone else. 

She was one of Them. 

And now she never would be. How could she? She thought of a million things, each thought coming all at once, mixing together in a disjointed choir like hell’s symphony but as she held the woman tighter, feeling the other squeeze her as if she had a place in her arms, the soft way vesper muttered, the way she hadn’t stopped stroking the other’s back since she was in her arms, it all caused so many thoughts but one rang clearer above the rest; it felt right. 

and Nova hadn’t felt right in a very long time– She didn’t know if she ever had before this, and although she really shouldn’t have, she let the other woman distract her from this thought, because if it all must end at least she could…

The catcher's arms suddenly dropped like lead, and as she took a breath she asked herself just what the hell she thought this was? What was she doing? And who did she think she was fooling? 

“Don’t leave.” Vesper instructed, every part of her said that she knew the other, the curl of her lip, the arch of her brow, the glint in her eyes as if she knew more than the catcher cared to tell, even the way she held herself was as if she considered herself rome, either you seek her out or you’ll find your way to her accidentally but no matter what you did, you came to her. She looked at her as if she was a stray dog that thrashed about when offered kindness. 

But the catcher fled, tripping over her feet to get away from the other woman, as if she had burned her, as if she was all that she was said to be. And if the catcher had turned around she would have seen the expression that the other gave, she would see how she never left the other’s sight. But the catcher didn’t turn around.

Wretched is your heart for it lies and burns, it whispers truths in your ear that you can’t unhear. wretched are your feet for they ache to walk down paths unknown. Wretched are your lips, for they long sin. 

But amongst the those wretched things the most abominable is you, for the most contemptible sin of all is to have fallen in love, 

[onhirel]

What Silence Takes

The classroom was perfect for what Akko needed. Nice and secluded, but not too secluded. If someone was looking for her, they could find her, but otherwise she should be left largely alone, which suited her just fine. Her tongue poking out from between her lips, she began to practice. Now, this took careful doing because honestly? She was pretty proud of this spell, but it wasn't doing what she needed it to. She probably spent a good forty-five minutes getting it just where she wanted, and she continued practicing. As she started approaching an hour, worry started to eat at her. Maybe she had misjudged?

Taking a breath, she called out the incantation and swished her hands, and weak and feeble lights flickered into view around her. She held them in place, sweat starting to break out on her forehead. Just... a few... minutes longer!

“What on Earth are you doing?” came the waspish voice from behind her. Akko flinched and whirled to see Diana Cavendish giving her a look that made Akko feel like a slug… especially with how the spell that she had been holding onto dissipated in wisps of magical energy. She frowned in obvious annoyance. Darn it! her expression said. She had been so close! her eyes practically shouted.

“Practicing!” she shot back as a thrill ran through her. She did oh so love a challenge! “What’s it to ya?”

Diana tsked and rolled her eyes as she walked into the room, one hand on hips that Akko wished didn’t swish as much as they did. They were so distracting! Each footstep echoed in the mostly empty room, hollow wooden thumps that almost felt like a condemnation all their own. “Let me guess, practice makes perfect?” Diana asked in a mockingly sweet voice.

Akko leered at Diana. “Yeah. Practice does make perfect and so you can take that perfection and shove it right up your-!”

“Perfect practice makes perfect.”

Akko blinked, her tirade thrown off. “What?”

“Perfect practice makes perfect. Whatever it is that you're doing isn’t going to make you perfect, it’s just going to make you a buffoon. While that may be sufficient for your home island, Luna Nova expects better of her students.”

Akko could only stare, her mouth agape. Okay, that was... wow!

Diana Cavendish smirked. “Catching flies, Akko?” she simpered, and Akko’s jaw clicked shut. Diana sighed. “A pity, too… you showed such promise after the parade.”

Akko grit her teeth together. Fine. She could give just as good as she got! “Funny,” she ground out. “I was thinking the same thing!”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Here I was thinking that maybe you weren’t so bad, and yet here you are proving once again that the darling of Luna Nova is nothing more than a self-important bitch.”

Diana twitched, and her eyes narrowed as she took in a deep breath through the nose. “How utterly vulgar,” she said in a voice that betrayed the emotion she was trying to hide. “Someone should wash that filthy little mouth of yours out with soap.”

Akko sneered at her. “You’re welcome to try, baaaaaka!”

Diana gave her a look that could crack stone. “Don’t bloody tempt me, Kagari!”

Akko tsked, a perfect copy of the one Diana did before. “Sounds like someone is chickening out!”

Diana’s nostrils flared and she stomped forward, the alluring sway from before hidden in her rage. She reached out and seized two handfuls of Akko’s vest and jerked, lifting Akko up onto her toes.

Akko’s eyes widened in surprise. Uh-oh. Had she gone too far? Her hands curled into fists as she got ready to throw down because - as Amanda liked to say - Mama Kagari didn’t raise no bitch. That said, the absolute last thing she expected was for Diana to give her a look before she practically growled. “Gods you are so infuriating!” she snarled before she pulled Akko closer, mashing their lips together.

Akko squeaked in surprise, her eyes flaring wide open. Before she could do much of anything else, Diana pulled back and sneered at her. “Knew that would shut you up.”

Then they were kissing again, and Akko wasn’t pulling away, she was pressing into it, their mouths working together and it was amazing but Akko had a confession to make. With a yearning whimper she pulled back away from Diana's full and pouty mouth which was seriously the hardest thing Akko had done in a long time and Akko should totally get a medal for that! She wet her lips. “Daiyana,” she husked, only to lean further back as Diana tried to initiate another kiss. “Daiyana!” she repeated more insistently.

Diana gave a cross little huff as she stopped trying to kiss Akko. “What?!” she snapped.

Wetting her lips again, Akko pulled out her wand and cast the spell with any issue, dancing lights bouncing around them. Diana stared at them for a moment before she turned her now frowning gaze onto Akko, accusation clear in her beautiful blue eyes. “What?” Akko asked. “You were ignoring me!” she whined, and it was true. Diana had been giving her the cold shoulder since the parade had ended and Akko was at wit's end!

Diana incredulously gasped. “Oh you duplicitous little bi-!”

This time it was Akko's turn to shut Diana up, and oh how she took to that with relish! Needless to say, there wasn't all that much talking after that. Not that Akko was complaining, mind.

After all, if this is what silence takes, it would be a price she was willing to pay, over and over again!

[rebelwrites]

Five: I'll Call You Sunshine

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

So far the night had gone okay, I had managed to keep myself busy, meaning the only interaction I had with Charles was when Pops brought him over to the bar. Every time I passed Jax he cocked his brow, giving me a look which told me to go talk to him, each time I either rolled my eyes or slyly gave him the bird. Crouching down I swiped another energy drink from the fridge, I was so exhausted I needed all the help I could get right now.

Caffeine was my best friend.

“How many you had now?” Jax asked, leaning across the bar, nodding at the freshly opened can in my hand.

“This is my first one,” I grinned, hoping that he couldn’t see through my lie but the moment the words left my lips the expression on my brother’s face changed telling me he wasn’t going to accept my answer, especially when he dropped his gaze down to the trash can where three more empty cans laid. I knew I wasn’t getting out of this. “Fine, this is my fourth,” I mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with him, like a child not wanting to get scolded.

No words left his mouth, within seconds he jumped over the bar, prising the can out of my hand. “Squirt, we have talked about this,” Jax sighed, once again I could hear the guilt in his voice, he knew the reason I pumped myself full of caffeine. “The last thing I need is for you to wind up in hospital from exhaustion or heart palpitations.”

“What am I meant to do, Jax?” I sighed, running my hand over my face. “We don’t have enough staff, especially at the cafe.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“Ima quit this morning,” I scoffed, although I did have a slight smirk on my face. Ima was shit at her job, never wearing suitable clothes, always fucking up orders and I was only days away from firing her scrawny ass. But she beat me to it, in turn taking a job off my extremely full plate, even if it meant adding a million more in return. “So it’s the no sleep club for me,” I paused, meeting the blue eyes of my brother,“for at least the foreseeable future.”

“Nope, not happening,” Jax hummed, placing the open can on the counter, “let me speak to Nero okay, he has management experience so maybe he can take some of the pressure off either here or at the cafe,” he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leaning in and pressing a kiss against the top of my head. “For now you are off the clock, I will take over the rest of the night, you go join Pops and Elenor for a little bit but then you need to go home and get some sleep, okay.”

Shifting my gaze over to Pops’ booth, I saw Charles and Pierre were still chilling with him and Elenor. I could have died of embarrassment, as Charles looked up causing our gazes to intertwine. I quickly found myself getting lost in his beautiful eyes, feeling my heart practically skip a beat with how he was smirking at me right now. Taking a deep breath I somehow managed to convince myself it was just the caffeine causing the spike in my heart rate not the fact I was having a moment with Charles Leclerc.

“I can’t,” I mumbled, finally breaking the eye contact, “I already made a fool of myself yesterday.”

“Well, looks like you don’t have to, he is coming over here,” Jax smirked, pushing me out of the bar. “Nova, this is a small town, you won’t be able to avoid him so as your older, smarter, better looking brother I’m demanding you put your big girl pants on and just talk to him.”

Right now all I wanted to do was strangle my sibling, he had thrown me into the deep end without a life ring. I was not ready to deal with this. However, time was definitely not on my side as before I knew it Charles slid onto the bar stool next to me.

“Jax, can I get another beer please man?” Charles nodded at my brother, “and whatever the lovely lady is having.”

“Oh, this lovely lady is on water for the rest of the night,” Jax laughed but quickly changed his expression, shooting me a stern look as he grabbed the open can of energy drink, taking a large sip of the liquid, “somebody has had far too much caffeine today.”

“I am still here, asshole,” I pouted, glaring at him. He knew what I was doing, I was trying to put off having the conversation as long as possible. My stomach was in knots, my palms were sweating and my heart rate wasn’t coming down, it wasn’t everyday I had a famous racing driver approach me to talk. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady my heart beat, although nothing was working. Once again I found myself blaming the amount of caffeine I had in such a short space of time, although I wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. I was petrified Charles would notice how nervous I was, but judging at the fact he was still chatting with Jax, I was in the clear right now.

“So, I never got your name,” Charles smiled, finally turning to me.

“Because I never told you,” I shrugged, I could pretend that I didn’t know who he was, right? Even though I did burst into the bar yesterday reciting the commentary from his maiden win at Monza.

“Si tu ne me dis pas ton nom, je t'appellerai Rayon de soleil. If you don't tell me your name, I'll call you Sunshine,” he said smoothly, scooting on the stool to move closer to me, my heart was moments away from exploding when his knee rested against mine.

“Appelez-moi comme vous voulez, mais je pense que vous connaissez déjà mon nom. Call me whatever you like, but I think you already know my name,” I smirked, judging by the look on his face he was not expecting me to respond to him in fluent French.

“Since when did you speak French?” Jax questioned, barging into the conversation.

“I don’t tell you everything, ya know,” I scoffed, poking my tongue out at him. “Don’t you have work to do, like I don’t know, maybe run the bar or something?” I scolded, raising my brow at him whilst silently telling him to fuck off. Thankfully he got the hint and wandered off into the kitchen. “Sorry about him, he can be a right pain in my ass at times,” I said turning back to Charles.

“Boyfriend?” he asked.

The moment the one word left his perfect lips I choked on my water, spraying the bar with liquid. I felt my entire body heat up from embarrassment as I reached over grabbing some napkins to not only dry my face but the counter as well. Once I had caught my breath back I looked up at Charles. “Nah, my older annoying brother.”

“Good to know,” Charles hummed, slowly nodding his head before pulling the beer bottle to his lips. “So, the picture behind the bar, is that you daughter?” he asked.

“My niece,” I smiled, momentarily forgetting what picture he was on about, scanning the bar I saw the photo he mentioned, mentally I cursed myself for not taking it down the second I knew he was here. “She is an absolute angel, however she has Teller blood running strong through her veins.”

“I’m gonna assume that���s not a good thing.” Charles laughed.

“Urm, depends who you ask really,” I smirked, leaning forward against the bar. I couldn’t help myself as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at the Monégasque driver. I knew this was going to be a dangerous game to play, flirting with someone I couldn't have but it was like a switch had flipped in my brain from wanting to avoid him to now thinking fuck it whats some harmless flirting. Before either of us could say anything I realized that Pops had appeared between me and Charles. I couldn’t be annoyed at him because it had been nearly a week since JT has felt himself.

“How is my favorite girl doing?” Pops asked, resting his hand over mine.

“I’m good Pops,” I smiled, turning my hand over softly, squeezing in return. “You calling it a night?”

“Yeah, I think I should. Elenor has fallen asleep against Pierre so the least I can do is save him from the drool monster,” he chuckled, placing his coffee mug on the bar.

Turning my gaze to the corner booth, I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, Elenor had fully passed out with her head resting against Pierre’s arm, he was being so good with it all by making sure he didn’t let her head slip from his bicep whilst he held his phone in the other hand, more than likely scrolling on Instagram.

“You aren’t driving home are you?” I asked, with a hint of worry in my voice.

“My sweet girl, you worry too much,” he responded before pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “I’m not driving, Chibs is gonna give us a ride back.”

“Okay, Pops,” I smiled up at him, “Jax is in the kitchen with Bobby.”

Taking a deep breath, I watched him make his way through the bar and into the staff only hallway. For a second I forgot I had company until Charles placed his hand over mine, squeezing lightly causing sparks to erupt over my whole body.

At that moment I knew I was screwed, I hadn’t felt sparks like this for years, the last time I had feelings like this I put my whole heart into it and ended up getting burnt. To the point where I had built thick indestructible walls around my heart in order to protect myself. I also vowed never to fall for someone like that again but one touch from Charles and I knew I was gonna end up breaking my number one rule.

“Thank you,” I whispered, finally looking up at him.

“What for, Sunshine?” he asked, with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

“I know you sat with JT last night and honestly I haven't seen him that happy for a little while now,” I sighed, feeling tears starting to build in my eyes, “I’m not gonna go into it but he is having some health problems at the minute. The fact that you made him smile again is something that means so much to not only me but to Jax as well,” I said softly, trying my hardest to keep these tears at bay, “I don’t know if I could ever repay you for that.”

“I know I only met him last night but he seems like a good guy, he definitely knows how to make you laugh,” Charles hummed, taking a sip of his beer. I noticed his hand was still covering mine, although I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. I hadn’t had this sort of intimate contact with someone in years and honestly it felt amazing. “I can think of a way you can repay me.”

“Oh, how’s that, Mister?” I hummed, looking up through my damp lashes, whilst cocking my brow at him.

“Come to dinner with me.”

Once again I nearly choked, it took my brain a moment to catch up and realized that he had basically asked me out on a date, “Urm,” I mumbled, finally pulling my hand away from his. What the hell was going on? This started as some harmless flirting from newly found confidence I had gained, but now it had turned into a proposal of an actual date. I felt my heart practically stop as panic filled my body, I had no idea how I was going to be able to keep up the facade of not knowing who he was, especially if I went on a date with him. “I don’t know if I can, I run two businesses, I’m the main carer for Pops and with helping Jax organize the fundraiser next week there aren't enough hours in the day. The only reason I'm on this side of the bar and not behind it is because Jax forced me to take the night off,” taking a deep breath, I rested my hand on Charles’ shoulder before half smiling at him, “sorry.”

I needed to get away from this situation.

Had I really just turned down Charles Leclerc?

In my head I knew it was the right thing to do, even though my heart was currently screaming at me for declining his offer. I couldn’t put myself in a situation where it would only end in my heart broken and me once again crushed.

I needed to protect myself, even if the price to pay was being alone for the rest of my life, that was a risk I was willing to take.

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[miss-tc-nova]

And You'll Miss It - Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Hey! Remember this? Have some pain to go with that fluff! Because I can't help myself.

Premise: It's time for you/Yuu to go, but Leona's been missing all day

Words: 602

Warning: Kinda sad

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               Jack’s arms are crushing as he holds me tight. I can feel my ribs bending.

               “Jack!” I pat uselessly at his back. “Too tight, buddy!”

               Instantly, he lets me fall back to the floor. Ears pulled back, he holds me steady. “Sorry!”

               I laugh. “It’s okay.”

               Looking at his face, I can see him fighting his sad-puppy expression. Reaching out, I wrap my arms around his neck and, this time, he holds softer.

               “I’m gonna miss you too,” I murmur into his shoulder.

               Stepping back, I turn to the hyena. As always, he’s much more mellow though there’s still traces of sadness there. There’s no hesitation though when I open my arms to him.

               “You keep yourself out of trouble, okay?”

               “Sheheh, I should be sayin’ that to you.”

               Our heads bonk together playfully as we part. Once again, my eyes scan the room and my heart sinks. “No sign of him?”

               Ruggie’s head shakes. “I haven’t heard anythin’ from him all day.”

               “I see…”

               Though my heart aches, there’s not much time to ruminate on the man that stood me up. Heartslabyul flat out tackles me to the ground in a mass of sobbing embraces.

               Today is the day I leave Twisted Wonderland. Honestly, I never thought this day would come. I’d become so accustomed to living among the students of Night Raven College that I kind of forgot that I had a life elsewhere. But Crowley finally kept his word and I was heading home.

               But there’s one person I haven’t gotten to see one last time.

               Grim’s forehead rubs against mine. I can see the tears in his eyes though he tries his best to put on a brave face. When he leans back to look at me, I can’t help the blink I give him. In return, his eyes close and he gives me another enthusiastic nuzzle.

               It breaks my heart to let Deuce take him from me. “Take care of him for me, okay?”

               “Of course.”

               Ace, eyes somewhat teary, places a hand on the cat’s head. “We can’t just let him run amok on his own, right?” His attempt at laughter his shaken by a sniffle.

               Reaching forward, I bring them all into a hug. “I love you guys.”

               I almost don’t want to let go, but Crowley gives me one last warning, so I step away from the mass of student. Climbing the few steps before the Dark Mirror, I pause and look back. These are the faces I will cherish forever—we endured hardship, had adventures, and grew together. I will never forget them.

               I just wish I could’ve seen…

               At the far end of the hall, there’s one last person, leaning against the door. I’d been searching for him all day and dreaded to think I’d leave without saying goodbye. He was the biggest reason I was reluctant to leave. I spent so many hours with him beneath the greenhouse trees and cheering through Spelldrive games. At first I thought we could never be more than strangers, but he proved me wrong a thousand times over. If he just asked, I would probably agree to stay in a heartbeat.

               He probably knows that.

               That damn cat is always a step ahead of me.

               A weary smile pulls at my lips as I meet his chartreuse eyes. There’s a soft one in return.

               And then slowly, he blinks.

               A sleeve drags across my watering eyes. Still, a breath of a laugh escapes me, glad that we could have this one last exchange.

               I blink back.

               I love you too.

~~~~~

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[carmarriage]

make you my home ☆ a solmates fanmix

if i could fly into the heavens, i'd rearrange the stars and see if maybe with a shift in planets, the fates could bring you next to me

i've just been thinking about them nonstop for the past couple months. they're so easy to mix for too. the parallels, your honor!!!!

fifteen tracks; listen in listed order and enjoy!

listen on 8tracks or spotify ☆ tracklist under the cut

i. this must be the place (talking heads cover) — miles fisher home is where i want to be, but i guess i'm already there / i come home, she lifted up her wings / guess that this must be the place!

ii. 7 stars — the apples in stereo seven stars in the sky, in the sky / you're feeling sociable / silver stars in your eyes, in your eye / you feel emotional / and you don't even know my name, and i know every constellation

iii. take me to you (feat. jake joyce) — mom's home asked me if i'm from around here, i said "no, far far away" / that was a long time ago, i wish i could stay in that day

iv. man on the moon — zella day i had a dream that the sun in the sky / was feeling so lonely, it started to cry / the rain on our window kept us inside / all of the morning and into the night

v. turn on the sunshine — suckers when these feelings arise, i'm turning on the sunshine / i could never describe, your lovin' is a goldmine / i'd like a little more time to spend inside your goldmine

vi. unseen girl — emily brown my love is holding out for an unseen girl / she's written in the stars, she's the end of the world / he waits for her to hold him in her golden arm / she knows the magic word that keeps him safe from harm

vii. ancient mars — the zolas several billion golden years ago, i lost a planet that i loved to the cold / civilization bloomed, and then it erodes, and that's it / oh, my ancient mars

viii. i was an island — john-allison weiss i was a fighter, and i was so brave / but i lowered my sword when you held me and swore you'd stay, stay, stay / oh.

ix. like the dawn — the oh hellos you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen / and your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest king / and like the dawn, you woke the world inside of me / you were the brightest shade of sun when i saw you

x. mountain on fire — zoey van goey i see his silhouette sitting on the rock at night, where stars should be instead / please come down, my fire-breathing monster / i will wait, wading in cold water

xi. venus — sleeping at last i was a billion little pieces 'til you pulled me into focus / astronomy in reverse; it was me who was discovered / and suddenly, i see you

xii. and the sun will shine only for us — lizard kisses after it's said and done, things will end just as they've begun / and you'll be my only one, you're as gold as the setting sun

xiii. i will — mitski i will take good care of you, i will take good care of you / everything you feel is good, if you would only let you / i will wash your hair at night and dry it off with care / i will see your body bare, and still i will live here

xiv. never look away — vienna teng let me uncover the silver in your dark hair, the weight of your bones / i want to witness the beauty of your repair, the shape you've grown / for you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky, oh / you're made of memories you bury or live by, oh, oh

xv. the sun and the moon — annalise emerick i used to be so scared, and i'd sing about terrible things / but you, you make it so easy; your love gave me my wings / 'cause you are the sun and i am the moon / you shine so bright and i like the night / baby, we fit together just right / you are the sun and i'll be your moon

[alittlebabypandagirl]

Spank away the big bad.

cw - ABDL, erotic spanking, polyamory

Emma made light steps across the polished hardwood floor, making her way through the familiar hallways of her home. The afternoon light filtered through the large windows, and the apartment seemed enveloped in a sphere of quiet. The outside word was muffled, the pleasant hum of the dishwasher seemed like a distant drone. She approached the door and carefully opened it, slowly swinging it on the hushed hinges.

The room was dark, the blinds closed to keep the sun away. But the ceiling was filled with stars in explosions of kaleidoscope colors, purple, blue, pink, all coming from a projector on a dresser near the door. There were long shelves around the room, all tidied with books and baskets filled with colorful toys. And in the center was a large bed, plush and pillowy, with several stuffed animals and pillows lining the edges. It was sunk in shallow bars to keep the precious bundle in the center safe. Emma quietly approached to peer inside the bed.

There she saw her little one, Nova, tangled up in the blankets as she sprawled across the bed. Her soft curls of red hair barely concealing her pale face, but Emma could see her sweet button nose, and her long eyelashes closed against her still-pink, tear stained cheeks. Emma gently reached down and stoked her hair, tucking the long strands behind her cute little ear so she could see her darling sleeping girl. Emma's heart swelled.

It was nice to have this moment of peace right after so much chaos earlier in the afternoon when Liam went to put her down for her nap. She had a tantrum at lunch, frustrated that she couldn't feed herself. Nova was still struggling with a few aspects of her new position, where she had an eager Mommy and Daddy there, ready to love and support her. Emma did her best as a Mommy, and she tried to calm Nova, tried to help her express her emotions. But, that only seemed to escalate it, and Liam stepped in with the dominant force that even Emma responded to, a spark of electricity going straight between her legs when he put on that voice of authority. Nova also responded to it, but they both knew she was too far into the tantrum, and what she needed was some more hands on discipline.

So, Liam picked her up from her chair, her face already red and filled with tears. He pulled her up, keeping her close to his strong shoulder as she kicked her legs and tried squirmed away. He took her to her bedroom, and laid her down on her changing table to undress her and remove her slightly soggy diaper over her loud unintelligible cries. Emma stood in the corner and watched as he picked her back up, completely naked and took her to a plush arm chair. He sat down and put her on his lap while she continued to cry, only now realizing what was going to happen. She tried to hide her face as she cried, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths, her perky breasts exposing her hard, pink nipples. Emma imagined the arousal she must be feeling, knowing her Daddy is about to spank her.

Liam stayed calm, and pulled her hands down from her face, gently coaxing her to calm down as her rubbed her back.

"It's okay, baby girl," he said softly. "I know you're upset, but we can't have those outbursts. It's not a constructive way to express our feelings. Okay?"

She nodded, her breath starting to slow down, her bright blue eyes fixed on her Daddy's face.

"Daddy is going to spank you now," he said calmly. "Not because you're a bad girl, because you are not. You are my sweet little baby. But I bet a good hard spanking will help you get all those big, bad feelings out."

Tears began to pour down her red face again, Liam bending down and pressing his forehead against hers. Emma's heart broke for her, because she understood those feelings. And she wished she could make the process of dealing with them any amount easier for this woman she loved. But Liam was an expert at it, so she left it in his hands.

Liam kissed Nova's forehead and helped her gently into position over his lap, pivoting her legs so that they draped either side of his leg, his knee pressing up against her exposed intimacy. Her round perfect ass cheeks were on display with Liam's knee opening up her legs enough to see just a glimpse of her pink pussy lips. Emma kept her eyes on their girl as he raised his hand up and landed a firm, hard slap on her bouncing ass cheek with a resounding crack.

He started slowly, letting each slap really sink into her skin, her yelps soft and muffled by the back of the armchair. Her cries became more pronounced as he ramped up, spanking her faster and faster until he was raining quick painful strikes all over the pale parts of her round bottom. She wailed out long cries, gripping the edge of the chair, and twisting her legs around his calf to keep herself from kicking from the pain. He showed no resistance, keeping a strong rhythm, as her backside went from pale, to pink, and now turning a bright shade of red.

Emma felt her lust encroach on her, bathed in the sense of authority her husband exuded and the beauty of her little taking it. Their energies overwhelmed her, sending a tingle down her spine right to a burning need between her legs. She imagined all the times she was over Liam's lap, being spanked red with tears down her face. And she relished in the look on Nova's face as she whipped her head back, her hair spiraling down her shoulders and tears running down her cheeks to her extended throat. Emma wanted nothing more than to press Nova's lips against her own, cupping her adorable face in her hands and just drink all of her in.

Liam kept spanking her, using a hand to encourage her to grind against his knee as he did. She shivered, her cries mixed with moans as he pushed her to orgasm through the pain of his slapping hand. She arched her back, her hips bucking as he held her down against his knee and continued to slap the seat spot on her ass until she slumped against him, her breath heaving again.

Liam caught Emma's eye, he licked his lips and grinned, running and hand in his hair before taking a deep breath. He reached down again and began to run his hands up and down her sore, burning cheeks. She whimpered softly, her needy clit likely on fire with sensitivity as she softly rocked her hips against him. He continued rubbing her burning cheeks before moving his fingers down between her legs, his eyes never leaving Emma's.

"What happened here," he said with a smile. He ran his fingers up and down her slick lips, the sound filling the room. He pulled his hand away and helped Nova back up, gingerly sitting her up onto his lap again. Her soft curls a wild mess down her back as she leaned against his chest.

"Do you feel better?" he asked.

She nodded, reaching up to kiss his neck softly. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you."

Emma cleared her throat, her cheeks about as pink as Nova's, her body electric with desire, but she tamped it down. "Why don't you get her ready for her nap, honey," Emma said.

Liam nodded, stroking Nova's hair, softly brushing fingers against her still damp cheek. Emma could barely pry her eyes against the wet spot on Liam's knee as he tended to their baby girl. He was so good at the aftercare part, gently rocking her, and keep her snug against his chest. Emma didn't want to impose herself in the middle of it. So, she sighed and turned away towards the door of the bedroom.

"Mommy," Nova's little voice came through before Emma could leave. She turned to see her girl looking up at her from her Daddy's arms.

"I'm sorry I yelled," she said and Emma felt her heart swell again.

"I know, sweetie," Emma said. "I know those feelings are hard. I'm just happy that you have Daddy to help you sort through them sometimes."

"And Mommy," Liam said. "Mommy is here for you too."

"I know," Nova said before closing her eyes against Liam's chest, snuggling into his strong arms.

Emma left them to their aftercare routine. Liam came to find her in their bedroom afterwards, where Emma was busily attending to that growing need with her vibrator clutched in her hand. Liam smirked at her, taking a beat to soak in the sight of his horny wife before pouncing and savagely fucking her until she was a quivering whimpering mess. Then it was time for her aftercare it seemed, and she spent the rest of the afternoon in a warm bath, in a daze of pleasure and large emotions.

And now there she stood, still dazed in the calm of the explosive afternoon, brushing the hair off her little one's sleeping face, her lips slack around a pacifier and her arms clutched around a squishy stuffed animal. Emma felt another wave of those large emotions as her eyes welled. She never imagined she could love two people this much.

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