nova-moonlight

[nova-moonlight]

Caleb x Y/N yandere

Chapter 1

The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the quiet street. The evening air was warm but not oppressive, carrying the faint scent of fresh grass and the distant hum of city life. It was the kind of evening that felt like it had been borrowed from a time before—where the world could feel still, and you could lose yourself in it.

I stood on my front porch, one hand gripping the old, rusted railing as I stared across the street. The house across from mine had a perfectly manicured lawn, and the windows were always clean, like the people living there never knew the kind of mess I was used to.

They were outside again.

Caleb and MC.

I wasn’t sure what had drawn me to watch them, but there I was, observing them in the way a person might look at a puzzle they’re too afraid to try solving. They were tossing a ball back and forth, their laughter echoing in the stillness of the street. Caleb had that ease about him, that way of carrying himself like he was always exactly where he needed to be, always in the right place at the right time. MC was different—loud, animated, her words coming faster than anyone could keep up with, her energy infecting the air around her.

They seemed... perfect. Perfect together.

It irritated me.

Not because I hated them—far from it. Caleb had a warmth in his eyes that was hard to ignore, something sincere and disarming. MC, on the other hand, was bright and gregarious, the kind of person who could make you feel like you were the only one in the world when she looked at you. But it was the ease they had with each other that made me feel so out of place. So alone.

I had never had friendships like that. Not real ones. And I wasn’t used to seeing it so easily on display. It was alien to me, something I couldn’t quite understand. It was... uncomfortable.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, biting my lip in uncertainty. I had just moved into the neighborhood a few days ago, and the thought of making small talk was already making my stomach churn. I wasn’t used to talking to people. Growing up, I had learned to keep my distance, to observe without becoming involved. Friends were unnecessary; they just made everything more complicated. And I was fine with that. I had my own space, my own rhythm.

But today, it felt different. Maybe it was the way the evening seemed to stretch out, or how MC and Caleb had laughed so freely, or perhaps it was just the loneliness creeping in, making me want something more than just isolation.

Before I could think too much about it, I found myself walking toward them. It wasn’t intentional—one moment I was standing on the porch, and the next, my feet were moving, carrying me toward their lawn like I was just another passerby.

"Hey," I called out, my voice coming out a little too loud in the quiet. I winced, but it was too late. They had already turned to look at me.

MC was the first to smile, her expression immediately softening. "Hey! You’re the new neighbor, right? I’m MC,” she said, waving enthusiastically. Her energy was contagious, and for a moment, I felt myself smile despite my hesitation.

“Yeah,” I said, then added quickly, “I’m Y/N. Just moved in a couple of days ago.”

“Nice to meet you!” She grinned. “This is Caleb,” she added, gesturing to the boy beside her.

Caleb looked over, his gaze lingering for just a beat longer than I expected. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he studied me, and I couldn’t quite read his expression. There was something about the way he looked at me—something kind, but distant. “Hey, nice to meet you,” he said, his voice warm, but with a hint of something I couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was the way he seemed to keep a certain distance, like he didn’t quite know what to make of me yet.

"Hi," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, but I was aware of how stiff my body felt, how I was trying so hard not to let my nervousness show. I wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to introducing myself. Especially not to people like them.

“Do you want to hang out?” MC asked, her voice casual, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “I mean, you just moved here, right? You should come play with us.”

I hesitated. The thought of getting involved, of letting my walls down, made me nervous. But there was something about Caleb—the way his gaze lingered on me—that made me want to say yes.

“I’m okay, I’m just... settling in,” I said quickly, trying to hide the strange tightening in my chest. I didn’t want them to see how badly I wanted to stay, how much I wanted Caleb to ask me to stay.

“Alright,” MC said with a playful smile. “But we’re always here if you change your mind.”

I forced a smile and nodded, but inside, I felt a gnawing sensation deep in my stomach.

I watched them for a while longer, the conversation between them easy and natural. It was like I wasn’t even there, just a shadow at the edge of their world. But then Caleb turned and caught my eye again. This time, there was something different in his gaze. A curiosity, perhaps. Or maybe it was pity. Either way, I couldn’t shake the feeling that his eyes were scanning me, trying to figure me out.

“Hey, don’t be a stranger,” Caleb called out, his voice carrying across the distance. “We’ll be around.”

I nodded again, though I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing to his words or just trying to convince myself that I could walk away without feeling like I was missing something. Something important.

As I turned back toward my house, I felt a strange mixture of emotions I wasn’t used to. There was a strange pull toward Caleb that I couldn’t explain, a desire to be seen by him, to make him care.

I didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of being ignored, of fading into the background once again, felt unbearable.

And that’s when I realized: I wanted to be part of their world. I wanted to matter to Caleb. Not just as the new neighbor, but as someone who could share in their laughter, their friendship.

I wasn’t sure how it would happen, or what I would have to do to make it work, but I was going to make sure I was noticed. Because if there was one thing I could control, it was this—getting closer to Caleb, even if it meant waiting, even if it meant silently slipping into the edges of his life.

But for now, I walked back into my house, closing the door behind me with a soft click.

The first step had been taken.

[nova-moonlight]

𝘋𝘰𝘩𝘸𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦r

Blending into the background is an art form I’ve perfected. While some people seem to thrive on drama, I’ve learned that a quiet, unnoticed existence suits me just fine. In a world where everyone craves the spotlight, I find solace in being the invisible observer.

The classroom buzzed with the usual gossip. “That girl has no self-respect,” one voice sneered. “How can she forget—” Another started, but I’d heard enough. I slid my earbuds in, trying to shut out the whispers, but snippets of their conversation still sliced through. “Behavior… something… small.” It was relentless.

I let my head rest on my desk, eyes partially open, watching Su-ae from the corner of my vision. Honestly, I had to agree with the whispers. How could she stay with Minu, who was more like a distant shadow than a caring boyfriend?

Just as I was drifting into my own thoughts, a commotion nearby drew my attention. Eunhyuk, with his usual air of confidence, was gripping another student’s arm. What was going on? I didn’t care enough to investigate further and settled back into my pretense of sleep.

Being a ghost at school has its perks. I get to watch everyone without ever getting involved. It’s a peaceful existence that I’ve grown to appreciate. At home, though, it’s a different story. My family sees me, sometimes more than I’d like.

I have older twin brothers, Jin-ho and Jin-woo. They’re fiercely protective, though sometimes their way of showing it can be a bit rough. They’ll back me up if I’m in trouble but won’t hesitate to tease me if I step out of line. Despite their tough love, I cherish them deeply.

Our family setup is unconventional. My mom is a high-powered lawyer who brings in the bulk of the money, while my dad is the stay-at-home parent. We’re comfortably off but not rolling in riches, which is why I sought out my own job.

That’s how I ended up working at a nearby convenience store. I slip into my uniform, don my glasses—my trusty disguise—and become just another employee. No one here knows me as the quiet girl from school or the youngest child at home; I’m just me.

Early March

The convenience store is my sanctuary. I slipped into my uniform, feeling the familiar comfort of anonymity. The name tag is the only thing that marks me out here.

“Hey, can you stock the shelves?” my manager called out.

“On it,” I said, grabbing a box and heading to the aisles. Stocking shelves is a calming ritual, a contrast to the noise of my thoughts.

As I worked, a familiar face appeared in the store—Eunhyuk. It was odd to see him here; he didn’t seem like the type to frequent convenience stores. Ra-im was with him, browsing the drinks. I didn’t expect to run into either of them.

“Hey,” Eunhyuk said, catching me off guard. “You work here?”

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my cool. “Looking for something?”

He shook his head. “Just grabbing a snack. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Small world,” I muttered, turning back to my task. Eunhyuk lingered for a moment, his presence a curious anomaly in my otherwise mundane routine.

“You’re pretty quiet at school,” he remarked.

“Not much to say,” I replied. Why was he even talking to me?

He shrugged. “Fair enough. See you around.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t shake the flicker of curiosity. Eunhyuk is one of those students everyone knows about but doesn’t really interact with unless circumstances align. We’ve shared passing glances and distant nods, but our worlds never really intersected beyond these brief moments. I’m aware of his presence and his reputation, but our connection remains superficial, marked only by our occasional, minimal interactions.

I finished my shift, the encounter long gone from my mind. Home was a familiar chaos. My brothers greeted me with their usual mix of banter and affection.

“Hey, loser,” Jin-ho called out.

“Shut up,” I shot back, grinning despite myself. This was our way of showing we cared.

“Mom’s working late,” Jin-woo said. “Dad’s making dinner.”

“Great,” I replied, heading to the kitchen. My dad’s cooking was always a highlight of the day.

Sitting down for dinner, I felt a rare sense of contentment. Despite the complexities of life, I had a family that cared, a job that provided me with peace, and a quiet existence that was uniquely mine.

[nova-moonlight]

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟɪs x ᴏᴄ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

In the midst of a dense forest, I wandered for what felt like an eternity, my throat parched, and my body weary. My once pristine clothes were now tattered and stained with blood, a testament to the trials I had endured. As I stumbled through the undergrowth, each step a struggle against exhaustion, I prayed for respite.

"Just a moment's rest," I murmured to myself, collapsing against the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree. But when I awoke, the velvet sky adorned with shimmering stars betrayed the passing of more than just a few minutes.

Thirst clawed at my throat, a primal need demanding satisfaction. I staggered onward, driven by an insatiable hunger that gnawed at my very being. Finally, I emerged from the oppressive embrace of the forest, blinking in the dim light of a moonlit clearing.

A town lay before me, its cobblestone streets winding like veins through the heart of London. Every corner seemed to hold secrets, every alleyway a potential sanctuary. I approached a passerby, my voice a desperate plea in the night.

"Sir! Sir, I implore you, I am in dire need of assistance!"

The man's eyes widened in shock at the sight of me, my clothes torn and bloodied. But there was no time for explanations, only action.

"Quickly, take me to a secluded place where we may speak in private," I urged, my tone urgent yet laced with a hint of danger.

With a nod of understanding, the man led me to a shadowed alleyway, his concern overshadowed by a growing sense of curiosity. As he gently set me down, I wasted no time in revealing my true nature.

"So, my dear sir," I whispered, my voice low and hypnotic, "can you guess what comes next?"

Before he could comprehend the danger that lurked beneath my genteel facade, I sank my fangs into his flesh, the metallic tang of his blood flooding my senses. With each swallow, I felt a surge of power coursing through my veins, the hunger within me finally sated.

In the heart of Victorian London, amidst the gaslit streets and whispered secrets, a creature of the night found solace in the darkness, and a willing victim fell prey to the allure of the unknown.

[nova-moonlight]

Akaashi Keiji x Rin Kento oc

Band oc

The dim street light cast a warm glow on the wet pavement as I walked, my boots leaving deep impressions with each step. The air was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and a hint of something sweet wafting from the bakery down the block. Pulling my black cap, making sure it's fastened on me, I quickened my pace, eager to reach my destination. There was something about this place that always made me feel alive, like I could be anyone or anything I wanted to be.

As I turned the corner, I spotted the familiar glow of the neon sign: The Rock Up. It was a quaint little venue, nestled between two abandoned warehouses, but it had a charm all its own. Tonight, the music was so loud it vibrated through the walls, beckoning me inside like a siren song. Without hesitation, I pushed open the creaky door and stepped into the electric atmosphere.

The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sweet scent of sweat, but I didn't mind. I was here for the music, and the music was everything. The stage was barely visible through the throng of bodies, but I could make out the silhouettes of the band members as they thrashed about, lost in the moment.

I made my way through the crowd, careful not to spill my drink as I navigated the sea of flailing limbs. I could feel the energy pulsing through me, matching the rhythm of the music. I looked around, taking in the mix of people around me: some were here to just have a good time, others were here because they were friends with the band, and then there were those like me, who just couldn't get enough of the music.

The band took a break between sets, and I took advantage of the lull to grab another drink from the makeshift bar. As I waited, I scanned the crowd for familiar faces, but tonight everyone seemed to be strangers. It was liberating in a way, being able to lose myself in the music and the crowd without worrying about what anyone else thought.

As the band set up for their second set, the energy in the room seemed to surge again, as if we were all holding our breath waiting for them to start playing. The lead singer, a girl not much older than me, took her place at the mic and flashed a crooked smile before launching into the first song. Her voice was raw and powerful, echoing through the club like thunder.

I found myself getting lost in the music again, moving to the beat and letting the rhythm take control of my body. The sweaty press of bodies against me didn't bother me as much as it normally would; tonight, it felt like we were all connected by this invisible thread of sound and emotion.

The bass player, a guy with tattoos crawling up his arms, caught my eye as he switched between standing and kneeling, his fingers a blur of motion as he plucked at the strings. There was something so raw and animalistic about the way he played, as if he were channeling the energy of the crowd through his instrument. I couldn't help but feel a small spark of envy for his talent.

The rest of the band seemed to feed off of each other's energy, building the music higher and higher, taking us all on a journey through their soundscape. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, losing myself in the haze of lights and sound. For a moment, it felt like I was a part of something bigger than myself, like I belonged here, on this stage, with these people.

As the set came to an end, the lead singer stepped back from the mic, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, drowning out the tinny music from the speakers. I clapped along, feeling a small swell of pride for the band, for their talent and their dedication. But as the last note faded away, reality came rushing back in, and I remembered why I was really here.

With a sigh, I glanced at my phone. It was well past midnight, and I had to be up in a few hours to catch the bus to school. The thought of facing another day of gym class and math tests was enough to make me want to stay here, lost in the music and the crowd. But I knew I couldn't.

I pushed my way through the throng of people, careful not to spill my now-empty drink on anyone, and made my way toward the exit. As I fought my way past the last few revelers, I felt a pang of regret, knowing that I wouldn't be able to see the band play their encore. They were so talented, and they deserved a bigger audience than just this dingy little club.

But alas, it wasn't meant to be. School would have to take priority, at least for now. With a sigh, I stepped out into the cool night air, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. The city lights twinkled like stars above me, and the air was thick with the sounds of car horns and distant music.

I started the long walk to the bus stop, my feet moving automatically through the familiar streets. My thoughts drifted back to the band, and I couldn't help but wonder if they'd find their way out of the small-time gigs and into something bigger. They deserved it, they really did.

As I neared the bus stop, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. It wasn't just the band that I was thinking of; it was me too. I wanted more out of life, wanted to be part of something bigger and more meaningful. But with my father constantly breathing down my neck, always reminding me of my place in the world, it felt like those dreams were impossibly out of reach.

He was always so critical of my interests, of my friends. He didn't understand why I liked to play guitar, why I liked to go to shows, why I didn't want to settle down and get married and have kids right out of high school like my older sister had. He didn't understand that there was more to life than just that.

As the bus pulled up to the stop, I took one last look back down the street, wondering if I'd ever find the courage to break free from my father's expectations and forge my own path in life. It was a daunting thought, but I knew deep down that it was what I wanted, what I needed, to be truly happy.

[nova-moonlight]

ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ʀᴜʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ\\ sᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

In a deadly game of cat and mouse, bounty hunter Honey Larson finds herself falling for the very detective, Spencer Reid, who's been tasked with bringing her to justice. As they navigate the dangerous underworld of crime and corruption, their forbidden romance blossoms amidst the chaos. Honey, known for her quick wit and unwavering determination, has made a name for herself as a ruthless bounty hunter, leaving a trail of captured criminals in her wake. But her life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Detective Spencer Reid, a brilliant and relentless investigator with a reputation for solving the toughest cases. As Spencer delves deeper into the criminal underworld, he finds himself captivated by Honey's enigmatic charm and undeniable skills. Despite their conflicting roles, they discover an undeniable connection, a dangerous attraction that threatens to blur the lines between right and wrong. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of Russian Roulette, Honey and Spencer must confront their pasts, unravel a web of deceit, and ultimately decide where their loyalties lie. With every twist and turn, they find themselves questioning everything they thought they knew, caught in a deadly game where love and justice hang in the balance.

[nova-moonlight]

☞︎ Does not follow the show 100%

☞︎ ( kenma kozume x Y/N )

☞︎ Angst, Fluff

☞︎ Fem Y/N

" Kenma isn't the new game you wanted last week... didn't you say it was too expensive? "

" Uh-huh "

" Do you have a sugar mommy? Because if you do- "

In which Y/n Takara is kenmas secret admirer for the past 4 years.

⌫ Y/N is a lonely child with no real ambition in life except for being kenmas admirer. Always being the one outside looking in, she is stuck in a boring cycle of her life until she meets kenma kozume, a mere boy who ironically saves her life. To repay him she decides to use the rest of her life by basically being his sugar mommy but one problem.... He doest know who she is or why she's doing this.