#moth doesn't sound like a real word anymore

[raw-wheat]

luna moth identities!

^lunamothstelic: a constel related to luna moths

image description: a flag with eleven equally sized horizontal stripes. from top to bottom: brown, light green, desaturated green, saturated green, dark green, light tan, dark green, saturated green, desaturated green, light green, brown. in the center is the stelstar in a lighter brown. end image description.

^lunamothdernic: an aldernic identity in which one has or wants to have the body, partially or fully, of a luna moth

image description: a flag with eleven equally sized horizontal stripes. from top to bottom: brown, light green, desaturated green, saturated green, dark green, light tan, dark green, saturated green, desaturated green, light green, brown. in the center is the aldernic diamond in the same light tan, with a dark brown outline. end image description.

based on lunamothaesic @nepetaisms

[emptypassicn]

@shadowzgather        sent ;;

        “   💋 (Valentino to Vox) ”

From ;; The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss // Accepting Two More

        “ Of course you'd want a kiss. ” There's a hint of amusement in his tone, a sound of a laugh track sound effect accompanying the tail end of his words as if to highlight the ' comedy ' it may have from an outsider's — or even insider's — perspective.

It didn't take more than a moment for Vox to get himself up from where he'd been sat and over to the moth demon. And he would have liked to say kissing Valentino was as easy as getting up and walking up to him... it wasn't considering he only about chest level on Val and the fact his face was kind of fucking a flat screen so he didn't exactly have lips to kiss with. So a ' simple kiss ' wasn't exactly a thing or an enjoyable thing to do unless you were the type of person who kissed mirrors for practice and was into that kind of shit.

        Once over Vox didn't hesitate on grabbing the moth demon, pulling him down so they'd actually be at mostly eye level now. He flashed a brief, sharp grin at Val before bringing their faces closer and parting his mouth. He doesn't hesitate on pressing close, tongue coming push its way into the other Sinner's mouth.

        He keeps things held there for a few moments, tongue idly exploring Valentino's mouth with only partial interest. As if going through the motions, as if this was as simple as just a peck on the lips. It's not like he hasn't done this before after all considering it's the only real way for him to kiss anymore and get anything out of it.

But soon Vox does part from Valentino though, ending the kiss whilst also letting the moth demon go. It was supposed to be just a ' kiss ' after all.

        “ There. ” He spoke, flashing a broadcaster smile at the pimp after having released him from his grasp.

“ Are we satisfied with that? ”

[whosaskingwrites]

The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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TAGLIST: @wonhomarshmallow

[imthepunchlord]

It'd actually be interesting to see Future Alix in the Gloria AU. She's in the past but doesn't know any of the heroes well, much to their collective confusion (and Lila's ire). Instead, she tells them about the hero "Ladybug" in the future but none of them know who she is or who she's supposed to be because she doesn't exist yet. Lila would no doubt be unhappy at the implications that someone else gets the earrings. It's not until later on that Alix realizes Chelone is rather familiar...

Weird. 

That was the one word that Jack would use to describe this as she turned around to the five pairs of eyes gazing upon her, all ignoring Mr Pigeon’s scream as the akuma kicked far, far away, flying right into the Seine, easily knocked out by this sudden hero. She had quite literally came out of nowhere, a portal of light, a rabbit themed boot coming first and delivered that kick right into his middle. 

The old villain didn’t stand a chance against her unexpected force, and none these heroes of old expected her either, just gaping at the sight of her. When she faced them, all five gaped at her, half of them had their jaws slack, the others were tense, gazing up at her in wonder, curiosity, and tension. Jack had to take a minute from this blast from the past. 

They were as she remembered them, there were some details that were different here and there; and names... what were their names? Damn its been forever. 

Mitsubachi she knows. She’s been going strong since she got the bee. 

There was Jinx, lacking the calculating look in her eyes, a burning fire that needed to be cooled but hasn’t reached that point yet. If Jack remembers correctly, this Jinx has yet to get into her political plot. 

Then the cat and this ladybug, she faintly remembered them. And the turtle, she remembered the turtle the least, though there was something familiar about her, the look in her eyes, already in stance, her shield up and ready for trouble.

Very familiar.

“You’re not an akuma, are you?” this ladybug accused, sounding unsure as she gazed up at the rabbit hero. She didn’t respond immediately, still taking them in. 

In the face of this weirdness and tension, she said the only thing she could think of when facing heroes of ten years ago. “You all are so tiny.” 

The group faltered, not expecting this to be the first words from a white, black and blue rabbit themed hero, a thin looking black and white helmet on her head. The fox recovered first, scoffing loudly, “Excuse you! Ruuude! I’m clearly the tallest of the heroes. And not tiny at all.” She received a dry look from the bee and turtle 

The cat responded first, turning to the fox with an irritated look. “Gloria and I are taller than you.” 

Gloria. That was her name. Ironic, she wasn’t really known to be glorious. 

The fox snorted. “You guys aren’t heroes.” 

Before a fight could break out, the turtle stepped forward, coming to stand between the fox and cat, though Jack had a feeling it was more to stop Jinx than cat. There was a quiet stare down between them before the turtle turned to the rabbit, looking her over wearily. She asked aloud, her tone insistent, “Who are you?” 

Jack found her lips twitching up. She answered, “Jackrabbit, a hero from the future.” 

That earned her long stares, all of them stupefied by that claim. 

“Prove it,” demanded Mitsubachi. 

“A little hard to do,” Jack said, “really rather not reveal too much of your future.” 

Gloria came up, smiling charmingly up at the rabbit hero, asked with a tone full of giddiness, “Surely you can tell me a little bit of mine?” 

“Nope.”

The cat came up next, asking eagerly, “Ok, how about this, do Gloria and I date in the future?” His hopeful expression fell whens he told him no. 

“Why are you here?” the turtle asked. “If you are from the future.” She glanced at the watch that was strapped to Jack’s belt. “Does your miraculous time travel?”

“No miraculous can time travel,” Jack said, "some can have a power to manipulate time a bit, or see all types of futures and work around what’s coming; but actual time travel? Nope. If that existed, your... oh what was his name? Hawk Moth? He’d be after that instead.”

“How did you get here then?” Mitsubachi asked. 

“I’m here because of a knight. One that has a really twisted up code of chivalry, made from a really twisted up source, and while butterfly can’t time travel itself, it can manifest the power, and it did so in a knight known as Timetagger, who’s here seeking a certain pair of earrings and ring.” 

All heroes glanced at each other, and it was Jinx who snapped. “Are you serious! After all this, we’re still fighting Hawk Moth!” 

“I said knight, not akuma, kit.” 

“So someone else will misuse the butterfly,” the turtle murmured gravely, earning a confirmed nod. 

“Who?” the cat asked, earning a huff.

“If we knew, you think Monarca would still be floating around?”

“Where is this Timetagger, then?” Mitsubachi asked, always ready to get serious. 

Jackrabbit shrugged. “I was hoping maybe you guys have seen him. Especially since he’s my ticket home.” And she’d really rather not be there, weary of what could be changed. She missed Sass, his easy going nature, but sharp and ready to act. And ferocity of the snake that she could let out when needed; rabbit had great speed that she enjoyed, but there was no real fight with rabbit. And Laff the goofball wasn’t for her, this was more Cottontail’s alley, and the quiet rabbit enjoyed Laff’s silly energy far more than Jack did. The kwami had a hard time focusing, and wanted to live life at whimsy, having faith that just being on the move would be enough. 

Plus, she has hope that Ladybug would be able to fix the original miraculous so she could get her watch back. Letting Laff hang in her watch and in her care has left it a target for those that want to get around quick. 

Jack’s not crazy about that. 

One of Jack’s long ears twitched back, and she looked over to see pigeons starting to come together, ready to fight. Bringing out her trumpet, Jackrabbit blew into it, letting out a loud and chirper blast that gave the young heroes a start. The portal opened up eagerly, and pointing to it, Jack ordered, “Alright kiddos! In you go! Pigeon Man is not the priority here!”

“It’s actually Mr Pigeon,” the cat corrected. 

“And we’re not kids!” Jinx snapped. 

“I don’t care, toddlers, get in!” 

The cat when first, complied and eager, no hesitation at all. Far different from the Chat Sith Jackrabbit knew. Mitsubachi followed next, grabbing the growling fox and dragging her behind her, jumping into the portal. All that was left was Gloria and the turtle, neither moving to jump through that portal, the former had her arms crossed and was glaring up at the rabbit hero. 

“Come on,” Jackrabbit prompted. 

“I’m not going to you tell me what the future’s like,” Gloria said. 

The turtle didn’t say anything, frowning softly as she gazed up at Jackrabbit, looking torn and unsure. 

Before Jackrabbit could respond, there was an angry shout behind them, making them all tense. 

“I’m coming for you, Ladybug!” 

The two heroes whipped around, seeing what had to Timetagger coming their way. Jackrabbit acted, grabbing them both and hauling them back into the portal, evading Timetagger before he could reach them. There was a whirlwind of white and all three dropped around the tense heroes that were waiting on the other side, near Notre Dame, safe in its shadow. 

Chat quickly came to Gloria’s side, alarmed by her shaken expression. They went off to the side as Jinx and Mitsubachi came to stand with Chelone. On their own, Gloria whispered, tense and furious, “Timetagger shouted Ladybug. Not my name. There’s a Ladybug in the future.” 

Chat’s eyes widened, sending a guarded glance at the trio. “Someone’s going to steal your miraculous.” 

Someone would have to for Gloria to not exist anymore. Sending an angry look their way, she made her resolve, no one was going to replace Gloria Rossa in the future. This Ladybug will not come to be. 

And with this, maybe it was time for this Turtle, Fox, and Bee to not run around anymore... 

[getitinbusan]

The Lost Boys Series: Kim Namjoon

Driving down the dark road you waited for the box of lights that kept the station illuminated to appear. In the distance you could just make them out, they were like a homing beacon in the night, and like a moth you just couldn't stay away.  It had been a bad day and only Joon could fix it. Your tires slowed as you pulled in, the headlights shining into the window alerting him to your arrival. 

He walked out and crossed his arms on your open window, resting his head on top of them he gave you a dimpled smile, "Full Service tonight Y/N?" Turning the ignition off, you climbed out of your large black Range Rover and walked around the vehicle to stand next to him. "I don't know why such a tiny girl needs such a big car," he chuckled while wrapping his arms around you. "Only the best for my family Joon, if it's not a status symbol it's not for us," you'd repeated your father's motto so many times it rolled out of your mouth too easily. He dropped his arms and began to walk away from you taking up a defensive position by the pump. "So what happened today? What pissed you off so much that you came looking to slum it with me?" He was unusually mad at your words, his face turned into a frown and his eyes looked sad. "Hey, Joon… what's going on? I thought we were both cool with this?" you questioned him but you weren't sure you wanted an answer. "I'm just trying to correlate how my dick is good enough for you but I'm not," and there it was. For the past 8 months you'd been showing up here whenever you needed him.  What was he to you? A friend with benefits, an ego boost, an escape? "Joon please, you know my situation. I can't just leave my fiance and disappoint my family. I thought you were okay with helping me let off steam." You walked over to him and laid your hand on his shoulder, "You're the only real thing I have in my life." Sighing he looped his finger into the waist of your jeans and pulled you close to him, "It's starting to hurt Y/N." You leaned your head onto his chest and inhaled, the smell of gasoline hung onto his clothes creating a scent memory that made you crave him.

 "What should I do Joon? You know how I feel about you but my family would disown me, I'd lose everything." You looked up at him hoping he could just understand. He knew he had nothing to promise you other than his love and his poetry, so he offered the one tangible thing he could,  "I'd take care of you in all the ways he can't," You began to say his name when he cut your words off with his lips. Gripping your hips he pulled you closer. "I know he can't fuck you like I can, you wouldn't be here if he could" he gripped your hair and ran his tongue up your neck sending shivers down your spine. Grabbing his hand you pulled him into the building, the bell ringing above the door frantically as you made your way into the store. You pushed him back against the counter and fumbled with his belt desperately trying to get it undone. "Right here?" he asked "Aren't you afraid someone will see?" Rubbing his hardened cock you stopped to look him in the eye and teased, "You're not getting shy on me now are you Joon?" He stopped you and cupped your face, "Y/N, I'm not the one with something to lose. I'll take you right here in front of the window if it's what you want." You dropped to your knees and kissed his bulge through his jeans stopping to bite delicately at the tip. A soft "fuck" escaped his mouth, "please baby"

You loved when he begged, nothing got you wetter faster than knowing how much he wanted you. Lifting his shirt you moaned at the sight of his pubic trail, your nose against his abdomen licking your way down its path. Popping the button of his denims you looked up at him while slowly working the zipper down. His blue boxers sat low on his hips and you pushed them down just enough to expose his rock hard cock. Reaching in you cupped your hand around his balls and rubbed them while he twitched impatiently waiting for your mouth. He looked beautiful with his eyes closed, his smile upturned, and his muscular chest moving with his heavy deep breathes. His cock always smelled like soap, and it turned you on thinking about how he must give himself a few gratuitous pumps in the shower, maybe thinking about you. Your head was spinning, you needed him, wanted to give him something more,  wrapping your arms around him grabbing his ass you thrust him towards you. Circling his beautiful firm pink tip with your tongue you teased the bead of precum leaking from his slit. "God you taste good" you let out before plunging him deep into your throat. The animalistic grunt he let out encouraged you to continue. Wrapping your fingers tightly around his base you held him firm while you pushed and pulled your mouth over his length working him into a moaning mess. 

Suddenly he stopped you, pulling you up into him he swung you around to the back of the counter and pushed you down out of sight. "Shhh," he whispered, you could hear a series of voices approaching. The bell chimed, you were no longer alone,  "Hey Joon, what time are you off tonight? Should we wait around?" It was a male voice speaking but hearing others in the background you guessed it was his band of housemates. "No, it's okay, I think I might be late closing tonight," he answered, trying to get them to leave. You decided to keep going, see how he'd handle a little head under the counter. Your hand was still wet with saliva so you began pumping his now softening erection, giving his exposed balls little kitten licks while he tried to hold a conversation. The frustration on his face trying not to surrender to the pleasure you were giving him was humorous. A deep voice broke through the others, "Is that the famous Y/N's Range Rover out there?" you froze, had he told them about you? He stammered trying to come up with an answer, "Yeah, it needs some work so she left it here." There was laughter amongst the boys and too many things being said, you strained to hear while keeping pace. "You love her", "You are so whipped Namjoon", "Are we ever going to meet her, I for one don't believe she's real", "I told you guys he wasn't going to break up with her like he said", "Yeah, I thought you said you were calling it off." You halted your movements in reaction to this information knowing his dick needed to not be in your mouth anymore. He glanced down at you on your knees hiding behind a gas station counter, unflattering fluorescents highlighting the tears glazing over your eyes, you were still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He felt like an asshole, his head hurt at the thought that this may be the last time he'd see you.  He had to explain, "Listen guys, the boss has been reviewing our shift tapes and I don't want to get in trouble for having you hanging around, I'll just meet up with you later back home" you didn't see it, but his eyes looked down towards the counter hoping they'd get the hint. "Oh! Shit, sorry Joon, ahh.. yeah we'll get going." The bell chimed, you were alone again.  

He reached his hand out to help you up and pulled you into his arms. "I'm so fucking sorry Y/N." You couldn't be mad, how could you blame him? You had a fiance, you were using him for sex, you knew he deserved so much more than you. "I guess we had to end it eventually," you said as a tear fell down your cheek. "Is it because you don't love me?" He shook his head at you, "Without you, there’s no me, you’re the best of me." You threaded your fingers with his and grasped his hand tightly, "I love you Joon." Kissing you softly he whispered, "I love you too." 

In a desperate last attempt, you tangled your fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to you, your lips became one,  your tongues searching for their counterpart. Lifting you up he placed you down on the customer service counter and moved to stand in between your legs.  As close as he was, it wasn't enough, "Joon I need you inside me" it sounded desperate but you didn't care, the thought of never being with him again was devastating. He gently caressed your cheek and wiped away a tear that lingered there with his thumb. "It doesn't have to be over, but you have to choose, I can't share you anymore," his hand slid under your skirt and his fingers moved delicately over your panties. "Don't talk, just let me prove how much I love you." Shifting the fabric to the side he ran his fingers through your wetness until he was coated enough to slide one into you. With one finger inside and his thumb drawing circles on your clit he used his other hand to unbutton your blouse.  Pulling down the cup of your bra he exposed your erect nipple and leaned in to circle it with his tongue. He was well aware that combining the two moves affected you in the best way. He knew your body, your needs, he could make you cum in seconds if he wanted to, but he didn't want to, not tonight. He let you enjoy a few more minutes until he stopped, getting on his knees he grabbed your panties and pulled them down tossing them aside. Pushing your thighs apart you could feel his warm breath getting closer to where you wanted him the most. His tongue moved slowly over your clit, circling and sucking as he slid his fingers back in. Taking his time, he languidly enjoyed every drop of excitement he coaxed out of you.  Your legs started to shake, and he eased himself away, "I need you to slow down baby, I want you to cum with me, okay?" You could only nod in agreement, your head was floating in the clouds incapable of coherent thoughts or words. His mouth met yours softly, and you moaned into the kiss. He pulled away and smiled knowing that tasting yourself on his lips turned you on more than it should. His stiff cock was still out and he couldn't take waiting anymore. Moving in to meet your entrance, the counter height lined you up perfectly. He slowly pushed into you and simultaneous sighs escaped you both. This was right, he belonged here, how could this be the end? You became a tangle of arms, legs and mouths, not wanting to miss any part of each other. Reaching the end, climax imminent, he held onto you tightly while he gave his final thrusts and came inside you. Neither of you moved, afraid to break away the tears rolled down your cheeks. His hand was in your hair and he whispered "I want to be a part of your page,  I want to Interfere in your story, as your lover." He fell out of you, now limp and pulled away, turning his back on you. He was zipping himself up and the permanence of it all hit like a ton of bricks. "Joon, please…" you pleaded, "I just can't anymore," he choked out through his tears. "No, listen to me… please…Joon, take me home," you placed your hand on his shoulder and he turned back to look at you. His eyes were red and his lips were quivering, "My home?" you nodded. He was at a loss, "It's not what your used to Y/N, it's dirty and I live with 6 guys… "Joon, as long as I'm with you it doesn't matter. With you, anywhere will be my home."

[shadowdianne]

I don't know if you've done this before, but I would love to read a fic where Regina's meant to be Emma's maid of honour, but she doesn't show up, until she bursts into Emma's wedding full on 'sorry, I'm late' and declares her love (please don't do that thing where they get married instead)

I’ve definetely done something like that beforexd Either way thanks for the prompt; I hope you like my take on it (And don’tworry, I wasn’t planning on writing that 😉)

PS: For describing purposes I’ll be settingthis as if the actual wedding was at the town hall instead of where it was.(Just so Regina has a real door she can burst in)

A03 Version

The continuous humming of sobs and whisperedcompliments were the first thing Emma heard falling silent as she licked herlips and tried to answer for a second time to Archie’s question withoutstumbling on the two small -apparent not so simple- words. Hook’s growl ofanger was, however, what broke the debilitating sensation on her neck and limbsas she, finally, glanced up from their conjoined hands in where rings couldalready be seen.

The town hall had been beautifully decorated inall sorts of whites; whites that Emma had already forgotten its correctdenomination. It was, perhaps because of that, that Regina standing in themiddle of the already open doors with a blue dress that didn’t look in the slightestlike the soft pink Snow had picked for the bridesmaids, stood in sight as shesquared her shoulders and smirked, almost sadly, to the almost newlyweds.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

People gasped and Emma could feel Hook alreadygrowling again as several of the fairies clawed at their dresses, searching fortheir wands. It could have been a comic sight if it wasn’t because of the brokenglance Henry -seated front and center- directed not only at his brunette motherbut to Emma as well as the blonde saw how Regina walked down the middle of theaisle, not once looking at anybody but Emma, with the skin-tight blue dressEmma could remember already having seen on her and dark circles behind hereyes.

Last time she had seen a similar image the twoof them had been on the wish realm; protected by the fact that nothing wasreal. Now, however, as she saw her father turn and narrow his eyes at Reginawhile Snow placed a placating hand on his shoulder, the uncomfortablesimilarity of both ceremonies was enough to render her speechless.

Finally stopping three steps away from the couple,Regina tilted her head to her right, visibly nibbling her bottom lip beforeHook threw himself at her, only stopped by Emma’s sudden grip on his suit’sfabric.  Turning like a rabid dog, theman shrugged out Emma’s clasp as the blonde kept on staring at Regina, half ofher wishing for the whole ordeal to just be a miscommunication and for thebrunette to be about to sit or stand beside her. Just like she had asked her todo half a month ago.

“What are you doinghere?”

The brunette’s eyes, however, spoke in the samevolume they had done that night in where Emma had knocked on her door with herhands already trembling and just too much pressure on her shoulders. Regina hadlet her enter and had led her to the study only to lean on the closing door ofthe room as Emma explained herself in shushed vocals and strained consonants.

“That’s what you want?” Regina had asked andEmma had felt the same debilitating sensation that had accompanied her thatvery same day as she had put on dress with the striking recognition that EmmaSwan would disappear that very same afternoon. Back at that night those weeksago, however, she had swallowed and glanced at the older woman with a pleadingglint on her eyes, fingers fiddling with the ring, the ring that felt cold andtacky and far too similar to a death sentence than an actual source of joy.

“Regina…”

The brunette had glanced at her feet beforeturning her hands into fists, a fast, curt nod shaking her head as she hadfinished with one last nail to what Emma felt to be a coffin, a tomb. One shewas walking into for reasons she felt far too difficult to truly put into words.

“If that’s what you wish…”

But Regina hadn’t appeared, hadn’t said a word,not even when Emma had tried to call her, staring at Zelena and admitting theuncomfortable truth that ever since she had asked her to be her maid of honorRegina had barely spoken to her only to be met with the redhead’s growl. Yet,there she was, dressed in blue and gorgeous enough for Emma to dig her nails onthe palms of her hands as she kept on staring at her, unable, unwilling, tolook at anywhere else but her.

“Emma?”

Sucking on her breath the blonde blinked andswallowed, Hook’s fingers being now the ones that dig painfully on her forearmas the two of them kept on staring at the brunette. Brunette whose eyes shonepurple as she took a small step towards her while the citizens of Storybrookecollectively shared a gasp.

“I need to talk to you.”

Regina’s voice sounded broken, dejected enoughfor Emma to close her eyes for longer than a second, her mind bringing her backto that other night once again when she had been handled an opportunity she hadbeen ready to destroy.

“Then you should have come before.”

Hook’s venomous words broke the spell, however,and Emma separated herself from him, unwilling to look at him as Regina kept onlooking at her. She didn’t need to really explain more, Emma realized. Therehad been one reason only for Emma to go alone to tell Regina that she wantedher as her maid, the same reason of why she had known that the former queen hadhesitated before asking, yet again if that was what she wanted. The same reasonwhy she had known that very morning why Regina hadn’t appeared or why Henry hadkept on glancing at his phone while shooting at her warning looks.

Looks Emma had feigned not to see while feelingenough of a coward to want to cry.

How, when, she had decided to say yes despitethe screams her mind kept on sending from the back of her mind. When had shedecided to step out her own persona and wear the one everyone thought would bebest for her? When had she decided to be a copy of a woman she truly wasn’t orfelt?

Outside her doubts, Regina kept eyeing her, themagic on her eyes slowly dying out as the tension escalated and Hook pushed herto say those two pesky little words.

“I giveher a choice!” Regina’s scream was what broke Emma’s prison, the brunette’sposture changing from pleading to angry as she stood in front of the city; backstraight as a rod. “I don’t cash on past assistances only so she feels forcedto see me in a new light!”

This time it was Henry who stood next to hisbrunette mother as Hook took the final two steps towards Regina, black omenwritten on his eyes.

“She saved your life your majesty, don’t youhave enough?” His words were whispered but were loud enough, aggressive enough,for Emma to feel them scalding her own skin as she, for the first time, foughtagainst the haze her former actions had descended upon her eyes.

“I saved her life.”

Everyone, fairies, her parents, Zelena herself,turned from Regina and Hook to her as she glanced down; not at her hands but atthe dress. A dress that felt constrictive, oppressive.

“I saved her life.” She tasted the words andshed a smile, glancing at Regina as she did so. “I did that for her, not foranyone else.”

“Love…”

His wordswere suddenly unbearable in the same way she felt like screaming and so sheapproached Regina and said the words she had dreamt on admitting ever since shehad glanced at the older woman at the town line and just about to be given ahappy ending that didn’t felt like it was one but only a poor reflection foranother one. One she had seen so clearly that had robbed her the faculty ofspeak until it had been far too late.

“I’m inlove with you.”

The answerof who she was, she thought as Regina repeated the words back at her, notpaying any mind to Hook’s own scream and insults, didn’t lay there, in a dressand promises that weren’t hers to say. And as much as she didn’t know where ithid anymore, that part of her, she preferred the idea of giving that to the womanin front of her, to the woman who saw her and who she was able to see as wellwithout a title and words of a past long gone and written on moth-eaten pagesthat weren’t theirs to read after all. After all, she thought as she let thehealing feeling of their conjoined magic jump between her fingers, creatingsparks that skipped on their skin, destiny could be damned.

[sarahw-world]

The characters: Vegeta and Bulma. AU: Future/sci-fi. Setting: Vegeta has a hardcore crush on Bulma and finally gets the guts to express it to her. It doesn't go as planned.

Vegeta walked into the tiny repair shop and stoodin front of the counter, removing his dirty white gloves and ringing the bell.

“I’ll be there in a second!” A loud, femininevoice yelled from the back room, accompanied by a string of ear-piercing, stridentnoises. “Son of a…! Damn it!” The woman roared.

The Prince chuckled at the crazy sounds thatresonated throughout the small shop. He couldn’t help but be amused by Bulma’santics, always fascinated by her each and every move, whether it was seeing hersmall but curvy body bent over as she was fixing one of the planet’s many spacepods or simply wiping off the sweat from her creamy forehead with the back ofher hand…

“Hey, Vegeta! What’s up?” She said cheerfully,leaning on the counter with one hand and taking a large gulp from a cold drinkwith the other, offering him a fantastic glimpse of her generous cleavage atthe same time.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, inwardlycursing himself for his complete and utter inability to talk like a regularperson whenever the Earth woman was around. Ever since they’d met, about fourmonths earlier, when he’d brought her one of his broken scouters, he’d foundhimself fabricating excuse after excuse in order to be able to run into her,his body constantly begging him to spend time with the stunning woman. Herbright blue eyes and matching long wavy hair were the first thing that hadcaught his attention, together with her extremely evident intelligence andvivid personality. She was funny, as cute as a button and yet, at times, shepossessed a tongue and temper that could put any Saiyan to shame.  

“Are you alright?” Bulma softly asked, frowningin concern. “Are you here to pick up your scouter?”

Vegeta nodded gracelessly, feeling his roughhands tensely clutch the border of the chipped wooden counter.

“Alright…” She continued, still feeling likethere was something wrong with him today. “Let me go get it!”

She turned around, getting back inside the backroom with a pair of very starvingSaiyan eyes fixed on her graceful movements. As soon as she left the room,Vegeta banged his fist on the counter, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration.

‘What the Hell waswrong with him? Since when did a puny, insignificant female have this effect onhim? She should be the one feeling nervous! No! Grateful! That’s right! Sheshould be feeling fucking grateful that an extraordinary warrior such ashimself had chosen her as a future mate…’

Today was supposed to be the day.

He’d been planning it for days, ever since he’dabandoned the planet to go on his last mission two weeks ago. It had turned outto be one of the most dangerous tasks Frieza had assigned him and his comradesto do. Before he parted, he’d picked up his newly repaired armor from Bulma’sshop and, later, he’d had to battle the bastards from the planet he’d beenordered to purge while he carried her sweet, unmistakable scent all over him.It had been both intoxicating and maddening, and he’d finally had the courageto acknowledge to himself what he’d been afraid had happened ever since he’dfirst laid eyes on the woman: he’d fallen in love with her.

He’d fallen for this weak, fragile creaturewhose planet, and most of her entire race, had been destroyed by his evilMaster no more than six months ago. And yet, her brave spirit and exuberantpersonality had remained untouched, luring him like a moth to a flame.

No other woman woulddo.

He was supposed to leave on a mission in lessthan twenty-four hours, and he couldn’t leave without a promise: her promisethat she would be his and his alone, and that she’d be waiting for him when he’dreturn from his latest duty.

“There you go!” She said proudly, sittingcasually on top of the counter, right next to him, and handing him the scouter.

He took it, making a phenomenal effort not to lethis hands shake at his uneasiness.

“Thank you,” he finally managed to reply in alow, uncomfortable voice.

“Um, you’re welcome…”

Bulma could see him fidgeting with the smalldevice, something unusual in a man that had always been so strong, proud andconfident, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was botheringhim.

They both shared an uncomfortable silence for aminute before Bulma attempted to break the ice a little.

“It’s strange, you know?”

“What’s strange?” He answered immediately,secretly grateful for the woman’s natural chattiness.

“Well… Your scouter… It wasn’t really, youknow… It wasn’t really broken.”

‘Shit!’

“It wasn’t?”

“Nope. It worked well, the only thing wrongwith it were a couple of pieces missing. It was as if someone had just removedthem…”

He knew it, the woman was too damn smart forher own good and, of course, that’s why he’d fallen so hard for her.

“I temporarily lent it to one of my comrades,”he lied.

“Really? Which one?”

“Nappa.”

“Nappa… That’s the bald one, right?”

“Yes.”

“I see…” She replied unconvinced. “Well… I’dsay your comrade must have been the one to take those missing pieces…”

She jumped from the counter, landing on thefloor and walking towards a small sink in the corner of the room. She grabbed asmall white cloth, dampening it and wringing out the excess water as sheproceeded to remove several grease stains from her smooth ivory skin.

“Where’s the human male?” He finally asked, almosthypnotized by her elegant actions.

“Uh?” Bulma replied distractedly. “You meanYamcha?”

The Prince grunted.

“Oh, he doesn’t work here anymore. He’s too…You know… I guess ‘clumsy’ would bethe right word,” she snickered, shaking her head. “Now he’s a cook in arestaurant downtown.”

Vegeta couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow atthat. “A cook?”

Bulma laughed.

“Well… That’s what he says… To tell you thetruth, I’m sure he’s more like a kitchen helper, or even a dishwasher. You knowYamcha, almost everything he says is a lie or some kind of exaggeration…”

“So, you’re not mates anymore?” Vegeta askedcautiously, the question making Bulma raise her head in shock.

“Mates?” She asked wide-eyed.

“Yes, mates… You know, like…”

“Like a boyfriend?”

“Is that how it’s called in your planet?”

“I guess… You mean like a partner, right? Likea couple?”

“That is correct.”

“Gods, no! Ugh! No!” She replied, horrified. “Imean, I thought he was cute when I met him, and it was nice to find a fewpeople from my home planet in here but… No… He’s just not for me…”

The Prince walked towards her, standing by herside as she kept grooming herself, and thinking that this could finally be hiswindow of opportunity.

“I see… And why is that?” He asked casually.

Bulma looked at him for an instant, blinking afew times and tilting her head to the side thoughtfully.

“I don’t know… Well, obviously, he lies a lot,so he’s not very trustworthy, which is a huge turn off in a guy. But he’s also,kind of… I guess the right word is soft.”

“Soft.”

“Yeah…” She shrugged, going back to her taskand languidly rubbing the cloth across her neck.

Vegeta smirked triumphantly.

Oh yeah, he knew justwhat kind of a man this little female needed…

“So, what you’re saying is, you are looking fora man who is strong.”

“Um, I guess? I mean, I’m not even reallylooking for a…”

“Like a Saiyan Prince,” he declared solemnly.

His words made Bulma instantly drop her clothand look at him in complete shock. One look at him told her he was deadserious.

‘Wow…’

“Ve-Vegeta, I…” Before she could find the rightwords to reject his proposal, the warrior gently held her pale hand between hismuch larger ones.

“Bulma,” he said with an intensity she hadnever witnessed in any man before. “If you take me as your mate I swear, on mySaiyan honor, to protect and cherish you, fighting your battles by your side,for all Eternity.”

Bulma felt her legs tremble, her pulse racingwhile this man, the most attractive man she’d ever known, basically asked herto marry him.

‘Why? And, why today,of all days?’

She wanted to say yes, more than anything she’dever wanted in her entire life, but she couldn’t, not when she was so damnclose…

Tonight was the night she was about to escapethe planet in search of the mythical magic Dragon Balls that would allow her,if the legends turned out to be true, to wish her home planet and itsinhabitants back to life once again.

She couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t give up on her biggest dream for a man,especially not for a ruthless warrior that possibly had no real concept of whatlove truly was and would probably end up breaking her poor little hearteventually anyway.

“Vegeta,” she sighed. “I… I really appreciateyour proposal and… It’s, it’s very, verytempting but… I just can’t accept,” she finally replied, kindly removing hernow very sweaty hand from his own. If she kept feeling his warm touch muchlonger, she didn’t trust herself.

The Saiyan let out a breath he didn’t know hewas holding.

Well, he hadn’t seenthis one coming…

He cleared his throat and raised his chinproudly in a pathetic attempt to hide his humiliation.

“I see. May I ask why?” He enquired in the mostneutral voice he could project.

“Well, uh… I’m leaving tonight, you see? Myboss gave me a couple of weeks off and I’m going on a trip,” she lied.

She was going on a trip, alright, but her bossdidn’t even know he’d never see her again after today, not that he’d noticeanyway until she was long gone, since he barely spent any time in the smallrepair shop.

“A trip?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Um, uh, it’s this small planet called Namek.I’ve heard it’s really nice, and very similar to Earth…”

Vegeta squinted his eyes suspiciously, butchose to say nothing more. He’d had enough humiliation for a day anyway, so hewalked towards the counter and grabbed his white gloves.

“How much do I owe you?” He asked, stillavoiding her gaze, unable to stand her pity.

“Uh, you know what? This one’s on the house!”She replied.

She tried to appear joyful, but deep down shefelt heartbroken, not just for him, but for herself as well. It was hard tobelieve but, suddenly she felt the strong urge to throw caution to the wind andsay yes to this enigmatic, handsome Saiyan warrior.

“I’m afraid I can’t accept that. Here,” hesaid, offering her a small black card. “You’ll need funds for your trip Isuppose.”

Bulma just took the card, unwilling to start anargument with the man.

He nodded, his dark eyes penetrating her verysoul, and he turned around, exiting the shop and walking away from her life.

“Woman,” he declared, still giving her hisback. “You will never find a man more suited to be your mate.”

The earthling swallowed heavily.

“I don’t doubt it, Vegeta,” she whispered inall honesty.

He grunted in confirmation and disappeared intothe crowd, leaving a very confused Bulma sitting heavily on a small chair and onthe verge of tears.

‘What just happened?’

A few hours later, a mortified Saiyan Princewas still trying to bury his shame in alcohol.

“Pour me another! And leave the fuckingbottle!” He yelled.

“Motherfucker…” Vegeta mumbled to himself whileNappa and Raditz kept staring in surprise, never having seen their Prince insuch a poor state.

“That filthy fucking lizard motherfucker… I’msick of this shit!” He yelled, slamming the glass against the table.

“Okay, I have to ask. Did something happentoday, Vegeta?” Nappa finally enquired.

“Mind your own fucking business, baldy…”

“Come on, buddy, don’t be like that! We justgot a sweet deal, you know?” The bigger man said, leaning a little into Vegeta.“Raditz just brought me the details of our next mission. We’re leavingtonight, and it looks like child’s play. Look… It’s this small planet calledNamek, and apparently the inhabitants are really weak. There’s a bonusinvolved, and all we have to do is retrieve some…”

“The fuck did you just say?” Vegeta asked himin inebriated shock.

“A-About what?”

“The planet… What’s it called?”

“Um, Namek?”

“Sonofabitch…” The Prince slurred, smiling lazily.

‘Oh… This was so damn sweetit had to be fattening…’

He stood from his chair all of a sudden,drunkenly walking towards the exit door.

“Vegeta? What the fuck is going on?” Raditz askedin bewilderment at the sudden change of attitude in his Prince.

“Just pay for the drinks and let’s get the Hellout of this planet, asshole!”

Vegeta got out of the bar, silently allowing thecold, crisp air of the night to clear up his mind.

He was going to needit.

The next time he faced the woman, he wouldn’tfail.

He’d make her his, showing her in whatever waypossible that they were made for each other, whatever the cost, even if he hadto slaughter that despicable lizard bastard himself in order to keep her safeforever.

Vegeta didn’t know that, in that very moment, ablue haired woman was sitting on her small bed, her few belongings all packedup as she waited in the dark for the three earthlings that would join her inher new adventure: a bald monk, a dirty perverted old man that possessed asurprisingly great talent for martial arts and Yamcha.

In her trembling hands, she held a smallobject: the black card a certain Saiyan Prince had given her just hoursearlier.

She’d finally checked the contents of it.

Ten million credits.

A small fortune, enough to purchase even asmall planet if she wished.

Bulma stood by the window, her watery eyes lostin the starry sky. Now, more than ever, she was fully determined to find theDragon Balls and make her wishes come true.

One of those wishes now included the promise ofgetting to see her perfect man one more time.

Somehow, somewhere, she knew they’d meet again,and when they did, she would never let him go…