#( i’ve always been such a ego ship lover and now my brain is just trying to SMOOSH my other spinterest into THAT!! )

[lys1]

Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words. 

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

[nightswithkookmin]

Hi!💜 Your theories about jikook not being together during a portion of the ON era are interesting. It seemed like they were vibing together in some bits we saw in that era. Like a level of intimacy and comfort (like when they 'played hide and seek' during that sirius radio interview in the states, when jk wouldnt shut up about🎶jm jm yeah jm🎶. What are you seeing that i am not?

Oh lord! Uhmm...

I honestly don't know the answer to your question quite frankly. It's not a competition is all I can say.

We see from our experiences not from our sight? From our intuition not our vision? So, I don't know. We are all experiencing Jikook differently and perceiving them differently is what I think. Some see Jikook and see two brothers, some see them and see two best friends. We see them and see two lovers. What do we see that they don't?

The answer wouldn't matter because at the end of the day, it's all just theory and opinions and not facts. Until Jikook themselves come out as LGBTQ plus and in a relationship with eachother nothing we say here about them matters.

You don't need to see what I see to have an opinion on Jikook or feel your opinion on Jikook is valid. And I don't need to convince you of my opinion for my opinion to be valid.

I am not in this to convince anyone of my opinion about Jikook. Let me set that record straight. And all these concerns about brainwashing people... how stupid do y'all think people are? Yall keep talking as if shippers are dumb and gullible and don't have the brains to distinguish between people's opinions and actual fact. That's very presumptuous, obnoxious and condescending quite frankly. People have brains you know? Chilee.

Mine is just to support Jikook the best way I can- which is to treat them as people and individuals, not fantasies. Thus, I do not want to engage in and will not engage in any argumentative discussions about what these kinds of moments are and what they mean. At the very least we can agree to disagree.

And if it's my opinion you want, I think I have already exhausted this topic across several posts so you can kindly refer to that. Quiet frankly I would rather read your opinion about the topic at this point- Jikook in that era or the era before it. So please share your thoughts as well.

My belief about Jikook don't cancel yours, nor does yours cancel mine- if it did there would be only one ship in BTS and yet here we are amongst a sea of ships all waving the 'it is real' flag.

And these moments you mention are/were very cute and honey I love them too uWu- but are they moments you consider as indicative of two people in an intimate, sexual relationship with eachother? I gotta ask.

Or did you just miss everything else that was happening within that period from their trip to New York and back to S.K?

I think the moments you mention are really cute interactions and there is even much more cuter interactions within that period- my favorite of which would be Teleporter Jeon teleporting his ass from next to Tae all the way to his man because a certain Idol behind him was getting too close- uWu!

I rate teleporter Jeon much higher on my Jikook is real assessment tab than the moments you mention because that is right of authority and claiming right there.

But the moment you mentioned, honestly if I see two people in other ships do it too I am not gonna yell they are a couple you know? And if you wouldn't consider any other ship that did that in BTS to be real too when they do it, then why ask me to believe Jikook is real just because they do these kinds of things?

I mean Jikook is also a tradship like any other ship in BTS after all. And people are going to swoon over their skinship and interactions each time and lament when they think they are not interacting or doing much skinship. But none of that is proof Jikook is real. To me.

I think a distinction ought to be made here between Jikook the tradship and Jikook the alt-ship. To see what I see in Jikook as an alt-shipper, you would have to also be an alt-shipper or at least a tradshipper with an open mind. It's as simple as that.

Jikook in On era is just the climax to a series of tensions between them starting in November 2019 that had nothing to do with Jikook as a couple but was affecting their dynamics anyway. I said I felt it was a period of JK trying to push back against the group putting a leash on them and censoring their interactions in public etc. I said I felt Jimin wasn't there with him- on the same page I mean and I tried to talk about GCF Helenski, MMA 2019 and all that Jazz.

I kept referring to JM as very Kumbaya in nature who would put the interest of the group above his or even JK's and would often shade him for it and joke about it. But after reading his Weverse magazine interview where he talked about doing things to please people because he wants to be loved- I don't find it funny anymore.

And I kept saying I felt JK was trying to assert himself against Jimin and the group. That Jikook in this period had been trying to assert themselves against eachother and against the group and I'm glad Jimin talked about trying not to be a people pleaser as much and focusing his energy on people who love him- I think I need to take his advice. I'm glad to see him show this level of growth and maturity but I don't trust him. Lol. He isn't exactly known to be one to keep the promises he makes to himself- if what the members say about him is anything to go by. Sigh. But I support this agenda. Self love is everything. You go Park Jimin!

Let's just hope he doesn't relapse because if he do he and Kook are gonna have a problem. In my opinion.

People often see JM as very nurturing of JK but JK pushes JM to be a better person too. That's one way he nurtures Jimin. And I don't have proof of this, but I believe in my heart of hearts based on everything I've seen and said so far about them, that Jikook make each other better individuals. They are perfect for eachother and I support them.

Just as JK, I think, pushes JM to be emotionally assertive, JM pushes JK to be emotionally vulnerable and less possessive- it seems of late.

If you missed all of that happening in the background then certainly On era would fly over your head too. So you can start there.

You can start reflecting on Jikook's moments as individuals who don't exist to feed ships, to try and understand the motivations behind their interactions as humans because that's what I do as an alt-shipper. And when I do and draw conclusions about them, those conclusions are not facts or meant to be. They are just my opinion. I could very much be wrong about them. But it is still my opinion. What's your opinion of them? Whatever it is, it's valid too.

Then there is the whole BigHit releasing content out of order thingy and so you would have to look at all of that and try and reconstruct those too- which is something I do a lot. It is why I haven't commented much on Jikook post JM's birthday. I simply haven't seen enough to theorize on the state of their relationship in this era. When I do I will post a comprehensive theory and analysis and ruffle some feathers while at it. Lol.

Ever wondered why in one moment JM seems to be leaning forward in their relationship, 'acting clingy," chasing JK and in the next JK is the one doing all clingy and the chasing? Their push and pull dynamics is it? Ever wondered why they have that going on with them? Or to you, that just happens?

It's not rhetorical I would like to know. Lol.

I think this trad vs Alt ship wars needs to stop. Let's stay out of eachother's business. It's not a competition. It's really not that deep. We can have our own biases but we can't battle it out with pens and keyboards because none of us know the truth about Jikook. Saying Jikook is not together is a theory just as much as saying Jikook are together. None is factual at all.

And if you believe they are together because believing they are human and can have issues will disrupt your fantasy of them then yikes- miss me with that. Tradship alert. Alexa play Jimin's sirens. Wwwuawwwuawwua. Lol.

And I get that to some people, it's their fantasies on the line, their egos on the line and they would want to protect these interests- but I'm not in the validation business. My ego is not on the line, my fantasies is not on the line. Jikook kills me as much as they heal me and guess what- I like it. Stock Holmes is real people. Lol.

Just do you. No one is right when it comes to Jikook. That's just the gist of it.

You talk about those moments as intimate... True. But intimacy to me is when Jimin, in a euphoric state turns instinctively to hug JK but stops himself as he did in the recent Grammy reaction video or even throughout the recent Runs- when he shot the hoop and won and turned around in excitement towards Kook but then didn't know what to do with himself. He is a physically affectionate person and he is used to a certain level of intimacy between him and Kook and that shows.

Intimacy is when JM reaches to kiss the top of JK's head but stops himself because he is in the middle of filming a run episode. Intimacy is JK reaching to touch Jimin in excitement, in Soop when they were playing puzzle or whatever, but stops himself because there are cameras filming.

You can't hide this kind of intimacy nor can you fake it. Your instincts will always give you away.

It's like that moment in the elevator from Bangtan Bomb when the doors were closing and Jimin was left behind and when JK noticed Jimin was not in there with them he panicked and yelled for them to stop the door from closing or something but it was too late. Probably pouted and glared at whoever didn't hold the door open for Jimin throughout that right- poor Kookie. Lmho.

Or when Jimin yelled at JK when JK was contemplating whether or not to join Jimin's team in Bon V or Run I don't remember which lol. He seemed like he had reached his limits there- now if you would excuse me, I have tears to shed.

When they exhibit these involuntary reactions in certain moments I think it speaks more of how close they really are and the level of intimacy between them not when they play hide and seek in a middle of an interview- that just shows they are goofy. It's nothing TaeJin haven't done or wouldn't do. Jin and Tae do same too. I mean they tried to kiss or whatever they were trying to do during the dynamite MV reaction VLive. I wouldn't say that is proof Taejin are dating eachother too.

But when one of them can't exercise a right of authority over the other like they often do when they are together together, or when they are not claiming eachother, minding their boundaries like they usually do most times, reassuring eachother when one of them clearly is seeking reassurance and validation or closeness or when the others around them suddenly stop respecting the right of authority either one of them has over the other- then that is a sign because all of these and a lot more I can't even get into is what makes them a couple. In my point of view and opinion.

Jikook are friends and lovers. They were friends before lovers. They were interacting and goofing around and trying to kiss and what not too when they were just friends. They were doing all of that before they starting getting into eachother- that's not a metaphor.

Unless, you mean to tell me they started dating from day dot? In which case I have no words. Skinship is not a sign Jikook is real.

Jikook is real, they try to play off most of their interactions as fanservice but they are real. And for Jimin, because 'the boy in love with the Maknae' is also a key aspect of his persona and a facade he hides behind to love JK, it's easy for him to act it up for the cameras.

Most people see this persona of Jimin too and I think it is why they dismiss his feelings for JK as bro love or even claim Jikook is fanservice. That what Jimin feels for JK is fanservice and they could be right but I just don't believe or share that view simply because I see what they see and more. You may not see that aspect of Jimin but that doesn't mean others don't. Perspective is everything.

It's why I said if you look at JM's way of expressing himself as the sole indicator that Jikook is real and prefer his way of expressing himself over that of Kookie that you've been played.

It takes two to tango. JK is part of that dynamic and he is also expressing his feelings for JM too- in a different less loud way. Jikook is not one sided. Jimin cannot be the only one carrying their relationship on his back. His feelings for Kook is not unrequited. Jimin just over expresses himself sometimes. Jk doesn't express himself enough but when he does it is much more louder and intense than Jimin- I'd say in my opinion but fuck it. I'm tired.

That kind of intimacy between Jikook is something I would consider with high regard in deciding whether or not two people are dating and not just their skinship or interactions. But to each his own.

BTS in general are a very intimate group. You can expect a certain level of closeness and familiarity between them- all of them including Jikook. But that in no way indicate they are dating eachother. Please, your honor. Thank you. Lol.

May be you should go back and reevaluate the timeline with the new content we've got and the new information and try not to latch on to the good stuff but critically examine all the questionable moments that happened within that time frame because dismissing all those clues is how Tae Kook is real and Yoonmin is real and VMin is real- ok not VMin, Tae wants him some piece of Jibooty but let's not talk about that. Lol.

If Tae kook is real it's unrequited, if VMin is real it's unrequited. If Jikook is real it's mutual and I can't be mad at that- it feels random but those who sent those asks would understand. Lol.

Keep supporting Jikook. Jikook is real. By real I mean HUMAN. Deuces.

Signed,

GOLDY

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

Let's talk ships, you certainly wrote a lot of them involving Lily (much to the delight of us, your faithful readers) but I wanna know who is your favourite. Or if you even have a favourite since they're all really good. I personally like the OG Lily/Lenin and Lee/Obito the most since I love me that companionship and loyalty.

PS: Take your time with the updates! We know that you've been busy and I personally wouldn't mind waiting if it means less stress for you

A very good question and as you note a hard decision to make. That said, I do have favorites so let’s list them in order.

1. OG Lily/Lenin

This is really the ship, well relationship, that drives the entire story of “Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus” and so many of the off-shoots. While Lily and Wizard Lenin rarely get together in side fics there’s almost always very intense feelings towards each other and at the very least platonic love.

I think that alone is indicative of how much I buy into the ship. 

2. Lily Evans and Tom Riddle from October

This might actually be tied for first. Shockingly. I know this ship cleared half of the audience for October. I know it’s also not even the end ship of the fic. But dammit, it’s the driving force for the latter half of the fic and in my personal opinion is wonderful. 

As mentioned before, after October finishes, I will very likely be embarking on an epic purely Lily Evans/Tom Riddle. 

3. Uchiha Obito/Eru Lee

This one might be a little more surprising in that it has only ever shown up in side fics of side fics. And not even all of them at that. There are other “Minato Namikaze and the Destroyer of Worlds” offshoots where she ends up with Minato or else Tobirama.

That said, like you, I’m clearly into that companionship and ridiculous loyalty and also getting over unrequited love. That and Lee and Obito are so much fun, get on like a house on fire, and always turn a plot into absurd levels of violence, comedy, horror, and chaos.

I hate to say it but Obito/Lee is just hands down a better and more interesting love story than Lee/Minato or Lee/Tobirama.

I think it says a lot that I’ve now done multiple “stick Lee and Obito into x dimension and watch them go”. One of them, of course, being a massive epic space opera.

4. Senju Tobirama/Eru Lee

Yes, I’m putting this ahead of the canon “Minato Namikaze and the Destroyer of Worlds” pairing. 

While not quite as interesting as Lee/Obito there’s just something about Tobirama/Lee that’s engaging. He works as a great straight man against Lee’s comedic foil. More Tobirama’s led this very difficult, tragic, life that the pairing leads into exploring.

So I enjoy them quite a bit.

5. Mairon | The One Ring/Lily from The Wasteland

I’m still very fond of this fic. It has a weakish beginning in my opinion but once it got going it really got going and even now I find myself very fond of where the ring and Lily end up together. I imagine, in the sequel I’ll never write because I really like where that fic ended, they return to England and likely eventually get married. 

They were just great together. Even though Lily was really too young in the story for it to be a ship per se.

6. Harry Potter and Tom Riddle in the Brain from When Harry Met Tom

They might be Lily and Wizard Lenin Lite, but dammit, they’re great together and I’m glad we have finally gotten to the absurd love triangle we have with these two. 

7. Harry Potter and Young Tom Riddle from When Harry Met Tom

Not to be left out, these two are a delightful, chaotic, mess. I love the teenage drama, the over the top emotions, the hurt feelings, and the merry go round these two can never seem to get off.

Where else can I milk “I’m dating my sister?!” for five chapters as a joke?

9. Namikaze Minato/Eru Lee

And we finally get to Minato/Lee. I do enjoy it, the friends to lovers dynamic and just the way they work together, and I think it works very well in the story and really makes the most sense in the original fic. However, that said, I’ll admit that as I’ve written my way through the other pairings it’s the more boring option.

It just doesn’t have quite the same oomph as Obito/Lee or even Tobirama/Lee.

10. Gilgamesh and Lily from The Demiurge

This probably should be a little higher, but it’s a hard choice, but I do love these two and Gilgamesh’s ridiculous ego and shockingly believable redemption. The fic was so compelling it spawned multiple unanticipated spin offs, one a sequel several chapters long.

There are other ships that have shown up here and there. These are the main ones that immediately come to mind though so I think we’ll leave it at that. Also, ten is a good number to end on. Though that said, usually if the pairing shows up in my works, I have *some* feeling for it.

Well, unless I’m trying to be more canon leaning than usual and go, “Ugh, fine, I guess James will be married to Lily.”

[sebbybooks]

Under The Paper Stars

Sebastian Stan x FanFiction

"Those lips are my wildest desires."

- n.t

December.

"Dance with me." It sounded more like a demand rather than a question. I didn't have to turn around to know whose voice that it belonged to. I was taken further by surprise when I felt the weight of his hand slowly slip around my waist. The tormented feel of his touch kindles imaginary flames that burst across my skin through the fabric of my dress. It was difficult trying to concentrate on my date especially when his face contorted with confusion because of the way Sebastian held on to me. He fused my body into his like he possessed me, like I belonged to no other man. In that moment I only wished that a drink would have magically appeared into my hand to loosen the rope that seemed to have lassoed around my vocal cords tying them in knots.

"Olivia." I hear Sebastian inhale a breath that he exhales alongside my neck. His chest was pressed firmly onto my back as he molded himself to me. Standing a few inches taller forced him to lower his head down closer to my ear. His lips lightly touched the curve of my jaw while his hand flexed around my waist. I had to force myself to conceal my natural reaction. I didn't want them to see the affect Sebastian was having on me. My feelings however ultimately failed me because I was unable to disguise the look of infatuation from my face for much longer. I had always been enchanted by Sebastian's ability to be unpredictable especially in moments when I needed it the most.

"Olivia?" Trever's mouth turned downward. His was voice pitched and nervy. He shifted from one foot to the other like a nervous tick while he watched anxiously to see if I would say or do anything. I flexed my tongue in my mouth hoping it would help me produce sound. I myself was even perplexed by whatever the hell was going on. Typically I was not a person that was usually lost for words but tonight I found myself utterly speechless.

It was New Year's Eve and I was sandwiched in the most awkward position that never in a million years would I have conjured. I didn't expect my night to transpire into the way it was seemingly shaping out to be. I had arrived here with someone from work thinking it wouldn't be that much of an awful idea to go out on a date with Trevor. We worked closely together and made a pretty good pair in the office. Though to my surprise he took me to a non profit organization that raises money for stargazers. I couldn't have made that one up if I wanted to. As the night when on I realized the two of us outside of work were completely different. We were opposites that did not attract. The majority of the date he went on and on about the wonders of galaxy. For starters I did not know that stars don't in fact twinkle and that the binary stars that we see in the night sky aren't actually that close to one another. Also it takes years for a star's light to reach earth. So in hindsight you're viewing the star as it appeared years ago.

The second Trevor walked away to put his entry into the nights raffle was when I quickly pulled out my cell to text my best friend that I needed help getting out of my date. Twenty-five minutes later I didn't except to see Sebastian dressed up in suit pretending to be someone trying to seduce me.

"I'm so sorry Trevor." I stammered. I couldn't think straight because of the way Sebastian was pressing me closer into him. I wanted to tell Sebastian that the wedge he was putting between Trevor an I was working and that he could stop this charade.

"I thought he was with someone else?" Trevor blinked looking utterly shocked by Sebastian's display of affection. His entire face twisted in horror. Guilt bubbled up inside of me because he was still a nice guy it and wasn't his fault I found him boring. I figured I let this go on long enough. I opened my mouth to put us both out of our misery, but of course Sebastian beat me to it.

"Does it matter?" I felt Sebastian rest his chin on top of my shoulder and I contemplated nudging him with my shoulder to inflict pain on him. I could already sense the cocky grin taking up his face. I wanted to get out of the date not wound his ego. I was a coward for not finding a better out than this. I still had to see him around the office a privilege Sebastian did not have.

Muttering inaudible words under his breath he looked absolutely defeated."Unbelievable." Trevor said stiffly. Pressing his mouth in a thin line and giving Sebastian and I a once over glance. I could only imagine the wild thoughts running rampant in his head. "I'm going to take this as my cue to leave then." Trevor found my eyes.

"Probably best." Both of Sebastian's arms slipped around my waist, he was practically cradling me at this point. More wild goosebumps simultaneously prickled my skin and I was starting to become filled with liquid lust. Not even for a fleeting second did Trevor make me feel what I felt with Sebastian. If this was all pretend I was a little confused as to why I was becoming hypersensitive to my best friend's touch.

"Enjoy the rest of your night Olivia." Trevor's voice was laced with disdain as he walked away.

"Happy New Year." I barely could hear the sound of my own voice as I uttered those useless words. I watched as he hurriedly disappeared into the sea of people clumsily bumping into the shoulders of dancing couples that glared at him as he went. When Trevor was out of my view it finally dawned on me what I had just let happen.

I stepped forward freeing myself from Sebastian's hold directing an incredulous look at him. I remove my small clutch bag from the pit of my arm and swatted it across his chest. "What is wrong with you?"

Sebastian pretends like it actually injured him. "I think the words you are looking for are you're welcome."

I scoff. "I still have to see him at work and now you've made our relationship awkward."

Sebastian's eyebrows raise up in confusion. "Relationship?"

"Work relationship! You know what I meant." I say defensively. Sebastian stares at me with a penetrating gaze and I'm on the verge of yelling at him till the air is knocked out of my lungs. Sebastian's lip curl into a knowing smile and his easy going charm oozes from him instantly. He has known me long enough to know that I was all bark and no bite. An that there was nothing and no one that could ever come between us. It felt nearly impossible to stay angry at him for long and he the bastard knows it. "You are such an ass." I say unable to keep my grin at bay.

"Correction. I'm your ass." He says with hilarity in his tone giving me his best sugar coated smile. Sebastian cast me a doting look and it takes everything in me to not dissolve into a puddle of mush. I would be lying to myself if I said that I didn't enjoy his little performance. Since I've known Sebastian a tiny part of myself always wondered what it would be like if we had been something more.Although I bet our relationship would have been nothing but a sinking ship. One that can only ever sail on friendship fucking island in order to survive. I shake the thought from the brain when I catch a tall gangly man more than likely someone my grandmother would find attractive decked out in a dull green loosely fit pantsuit watching me.

I figured it was finally time to put my lame New Year's Eve behind me and go home to finish off my strawberry cheesecake ice cream while watching terribly cheesy movies on the Hallmark channel. I don't know what I expected to happen tonight, but this definitely was not it.

"Not so fast Livy." The palm of Sebastian's hand gently rest on my lower abdomen while his other hand holds my back in place. Trevor was long gone so there was no need to pretend anymore.

My eyes dart around the room trying to spot the nearest exit. The room in the museum had been completely transformed into a star lovers wet dream. Astrophiles of various ages were scattered all around the room. Underneath my feet the entire floor lit up and replicated the pale gay moonlight that illuminated from the moon. The ceiling and walls projected golden celestial constellations on a black backdrops that interchanged to live maps of the stars. Hanging from the ceiling were glittery tiny silver and gold paper stars that dangled above our heads.

"Why are you running out of here like the place is on fire?" Sebastian's mouth pressed into my hair. I was falling prisoner to my feelings towards him and I swear he was starting to do it on purpose. He was my friend. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Because there is nothing keeping me here." I say with diffidence, readying myself to leave. I stare down at my my open toed shoes unable to look up Sebastian or the guy in the duck poo green suit who was gearing up to walk over to me.

He turns my face around and props my chin with his fingers underneath. "I never got my answer about that dance."

I remained quiet for a beat. "Shouldn't be you with Stacey? It's the last night of the year don't waste anymore of your time here." The question had been sitting on my tongue and it was leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I needed to get it out.

Sebastian let go of my face while looking at me disappointedly. "You said you needed me so of course I was going to come down here." Sebastian says it with perfect ease. As if the mere thought of having a girlfriend didn't cross his mind. "After I got your text I told Stacey what was going on and she was fine with it." His voice went stiff when the thought of his girlfriend of two years finally penetrated through is mind.

"Well thanks for coming." I say while forcing a smile. "But the date is over now we can go our separate ways." For some reason Sebastian was hell bent on staying at this charity function. He was unmoved like his feet grew roots into the floor.

"Ok." He says briskly. Sebastian bit down on his bottom lip so hard they started to look flushed. I couldn't read the dead look of emotion on his face until all of a sudden his mouth curves upward into a mischievous grin.

Feeling a cold bony finger tap my shoulder knowing that it was more than likely attached to one particular person here. I was reluctant into turning around and being proven right. "Pardon me miss I couldn't help but notice that you're as radiant as the Andromeda Constellation. I just had to come over here to see if you were real." When he smiled I was at least relieved to see he had all of his teeth.

"That's sweet of you to say thank you." I had no recollection of what that constellation even looked it. It could've been the outline of a donkey for all I knew. I looked over to Sebastian to see if he would intervene yet again but he looked like he was enjoying this.

"Can I spin you across the room?" The man blurted it out with eagerness. He was a few inches shorter than I was and he smelled strongly of peppermint oil and vapor rub. His eyes light up in anticipation and I didn't have the heart to break his. Why was everyone so interested with wanting to dance with me? I had two left feet and could never stay on beat. Just when I was about to cave in this one time he went and put his foot in his fucking mouth. "Don't turn me away sweetheart that dress was asking for attention." His eyes zeroed in on my breast and stared up at my dress like he could see right through it.

Sebastian suddenly stepped in between us before I could give him a piece of my mind. "You look like you get around easy." He complimented him. "There is this youthful glow about yourself." I was getting confused with Sebastian and why the hell he was being so nice to him. I tried to step around Sebastian but he just kept on blocking me.

"The secret is being on good terms with your Dietician." I catch a glimpse of him leaning into Sebastian and wink like he really gave good him advise.

Sebastian feigned a laughed that they both shared. "Well you see the thing is I don't fucking care." Sebastian's cool tone diminished and turned to ice. "You should just turn around and not so much as glance her way for the rest of the night. If you do then you'll have to get on good terms with a Orthopedist if you want to walk straight again." Sebastian patted him on his arm with enough force that knocked the guy off balance.

I clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter. I peeped my head around Sebastian's shoulder to get a good look at the expression on the old guy's face. It was exactly what I expected. A fearful look washed over his face when he apologized to Sebastian. His face scrunched into pure hatred as he eyed me before going back to the hole he crawled out of. I must have been on a roll tonight. That was the second man who looked at me that way after having come intact with me.

Any second now I believed Sebastian would turn around and resume to being his normal self to poke fun at the situation. At least that's what I thought he would do. Instead he stood with his back still facing me staring off into who knows what.There must have been a haze that fell over the room putting individuals in weird behavioral moods. Because for about nine seconds while I waited for my best friend to return the living I caught myself ogling his ass in his black trousers. I immediately stopped when I realized I was no better than sleazy grandpa.

"Why don't I give you a lift home Olivia?" The emotions coursing through this night was enough to give me whiplash. Sebastian's demeanor had visibly shifted into the opposite of who he was when he first walked in here. Turning around he looked at me and that's when I knew something wasn't right.

"We can't leave yet!" I was trying to stall, but I hadn't quite figured out exactly what or how I was going to do it. Apart from it being New Year's Eve I had almost forgot what today meant.

Sebastian stared at me with wonder, but most likely confusion. "A minute ago you just wanted to leave."

"Is it a crime to change your mind?" It was a rhetorical question that I didn't wait to get a response for. "Plus I really like this song." To my surprise whoever was controlling the playlist for tonight despite its scattered age demographic. I liked almost every song that played. Someday We'll Know by New Radicals was one of my favorite songs released in 1999.

Sebastian was quiet for a second "I don't know if I want to you to spin me across the room." He laughed.

I sighed.

"Too soon." I said as I smiled at him while reaching out my arm for him to take. Removing his hands from out of his pockets he grabbed ahold of my hand in an instant. Feeling the weight of Sebastian's stare was intense if not intimidating. On the outside he looked like he was this impenetrable force of nature that left broken hearts in his path. Though in reality he wore his heart on his sleeve ready to give a piece of it to anyone in need. Not to skip over the fact the he was hotter than hell, but that was just my observation.

"Seriously though if that dress could kill we would all be dead tonight. He stated, Sebastian didn't give me a chance to respond before quickly taking the lead, because I clearly didn't know what I was doing.

Sebastian gently pushed me outwards before spinning me back around to him crushing our chests together. Practically using every cliche dance move there is and I couldn't help but enjoy myself. The song was starting to end and the music switched to a much slower song, and yet we still didn't break apart. I figured this was now my window of opportunity to rip the bandaid off. "So are you going to come out and tell me already or are you going to continue to leave me in suspense?"

Sebastian tilted his head to the side to advert his eyes away from mine. My arms were draped over his shoulder and I used one of my hands to turn his head back to me. "You can say it Sebastian." I tried my best to not look disappointed at what I already knew was coming.

"Stacey got the job."

Feeling a shot of pain in my chest, I said, "That's great news." I was lying and he knew it. Sebastian's girlfriend was a nature photographer who mainly did locational shoots outside of the country. He had mentioned it to me briefly a while back that she applied to work with a team that would be studying animal migration for six months to a year in Sweden. "Do you plan to go with her?" Again I already knew the answer to that question, because he confided in me one night about feeling guilty if didn't want to go.

"We've talked about it and she is really adamant about wanting me there with her." Sebastian's solum expression never changes. He looked as unhappy as he sounded. Or maybe I imagined it and just wanted to believe what I wanted.

"Oh." I nodded my head and pressed my lips together, not exactly knowing what the proper words were to say next. Sebastian's eyes held fire as he looked at me as if he was hoping I said more. I didn't know how to express myself emotionally to Sebastian so I come off looking detached. An I know the second I even try articulating my feelings for him I'll stop myself in my tracks from over thinking it. I can't help it I'm an Aquarius. It was becoming clear me that these star lovers were starting to rub off on me.

"I leave tomorrow Olivia that's also why I came here tonight." His words come out fast and straight to the point. Why did hearing him say it hurt so damn much? It wasn't like I was never going to see him again.

"It is a good thing we have phones then." I smiled meekly at my pitiful attempt of making a joke in the worse possible moment. I was feeling overwhelmed and, I couldn't figure why. Sebastian drew a step back slowly releasing his arms from around me and at the lost of contact I immediately felt misery chip away at me. He was actually leaving.

He released his pinned lip from beneath his teeth. Different emotions darted across his face; longing, disparity, then finally just anger. "Is that all you're going to say?"

"What else is there to say Sebastian? I hope you have a safe flight?" My voice started to trembled cause I knew I was losing him.

"If I told you I still didn't want to go what would you have said then?"

"You can't just put me on the spot." I whispered.

"Olivia. . ." My name slips out of his mouth in a plea that sounds like it's either from pleasure or pain. He tries to come forward again to bridge the gap between us, but I stop him by placing both hands on his chest.

"Don't say it." I say shaking my head. "A part of you wants to be with her. If you didn't then this wouldn't be so hard." I pause at the thought when suddenly the music stops momentarily so that someone could announce over the speakers that it was twenty seconds until midnight. In hindsight this felt like the shortest night to me.

"You know I have only ever wanted you." Sebastian replies. "I think I've made myself intentions clear long before Stacey entered the picture." He stated firmly. My forehead falls forward onto his chest, because I didn't want the lone tear to fall.

"We would have drove each other mad. An the thought of not having you in my life is unbearable to imagine." I say in a faint voice.

“You don’t know that.” Sebastian was right but I was too terrified to test that theory.

The same announcers voice broadcasted over the speakers again, gearing up the crowd. "Alright it’s time folks! Don’t let the malign star prevent you from kissing who you want at the stoke of minute! Grab a hold of your lover cause the countdown is about to begin!"

I pull myself away just enough so that our eyes hold on to each other. The same thought both crossed our minds. I didn’t dare go first and Sebastian looked like he was running out of willpower. The crowd erupted into a loud chant as they counted backwards.

5. . .4. . . .3. . . . 2. . .

Losing the courage to see what was about to happen next. I forced my eyelids shut and I swear I heard the smallest laugh come from Sebastian. Feeling the bridge of his nose gently brush against my face. My heartbeat sped up and I wasn’t entirely sure as to why I was holding in my breath.He was about to kiss me and for some insane reason I was going to let him. Sebastian’s hand loosened around me as he brought his free hand to cup the side of my face. His thumb traced the outline of my bottom lip that voluntarily parted slightly from his soothing touch. Slowly I stared to feel the warmth from his mouth as he inches closer to mine, short strands of his beard tickled my face. I could feel this pulsating need that was building up inside that consumed me with want.

My eyelids fluttered opened as I watched Sebastian bend down closer and within an instant his lips were on mine. I was having a hard time processing what was happening. It felt like time was being trapped in a bottle and everyone around us had frozen. It was a delicate kiss at first like we were afraid that if the other moved then that would be the end. I for one feared what the ramifications would be if we did more. In my head the voice I was hearing warned me against my actions. However, the minute I sampled the taste of Sebastian I wanted more of it.

I was sinking.

I hungrily pressed my mouth to Sebastian who was equally taking what he wanted. He angled his head better, as his tongue moved against my lips before entering my mouth. I arched myself further into him deepening our kiss. I held onto his shoulders because my limbs went completely numb. I kissed Sebastian back with everything I had in me. Our tongues weaved together in a languid pace that moved in perfect sync. He worked his mouth against mine, like he had all the time in the world. His fingers were threaded in my hair pulling me closer, applying more pressure our kiss. It was heaven and hell tangled into one paradox.

I could hear the celebrations take place around us. People were shouting and singing in jubilation because they made it to the New Year. The sound of a confetti canon went off , small strings of papers rained down from above. For a brief second I wondered if people noticed the two of us, how could they not we were making out in the middle of the dance floor. I should have broken us apart and pulled away, the idea was just to crippling. Air was needing to fill my lungs so instinctively I forced myself away from him.

Both out of breath we looked at each other without saying a word at first. We had just crossed a line that we couldn't come back from. "You shouldn't have done that." I panted, I could still feel the phantom feeling of him tingling on my lips.

Pressing his forehead to mine. "I shouldn't do a lot of things." His voice hoarse, not knowing what he meant by that.

"Don't go." I couldn't believe I said it until I heard the actual sound of my voice in my ears. Seconds ago I was hell bent on keeping my distance from him and fighting against everything he wanted. Truth of the matter was that I in love with him.

"Sebastian!" Someone was yelling his name in the crowd. I knew I didn't mistake the sound because Sebastian heard it too. We separated ourselves so fast like the other person’s touch was poisonous.

"I made it here just in time baby! When I was leaving the restaurant with the girls I ran into Olivia's work husband and he told me where I could find you." Stacey was all smiles as she clung on to the side of him like a koala. Peppering kisses all over Sebastian's face. I suppose Trevor was returning the favor by sending me her. "Did you tell her the news Bass?" She asked him.

I hated when she called him that. "Yeah Sebastian mentioned that you got the job. You must be thrilled." I wrapped my arms around myself for comfort.

She looked from me to Sebastian like she was bubbling with glee. "That's not all." Stacey says, she peers up at Sebastian lovingly while he looks like he's going to be sick.

"Am I missing something?" I asked with genuine confusion. Sebastian was so damn quiet it was starting to make me get nervous all of a sudden. He barely looked at me.

"I know it's not traditional but considering I'm a modern day woman I thought why not!" She paused. She nudged an emotionally detached Sebastian. "Baby don't leave me hanging." Too impatient to wait for him to speak Stacey spoke for him. "I asked Sebastian to marry me and he said yes!"

My heart fell out of my ass. I felt like the biggest dunce in existence. Everything that Sebastian said and did tonight was a complete waste of my time. This wasn't his way of saying he wanted to be with me, for him kissing me was his way of saying goodbye. I was gutted and embarrassed that Sebastian didn't tell me himself. "Congratulations." I swallowed down the lump in my throat. "If you'll excuse me." I was trying to make it known that I was now going to leave.

Sebastian stepped forward to stop me, grabbing ahold of my wrist. I turned around to face him, my eyes brimmed with tears. I sure as hell didn't want them to fall. "Livy at least let me explain first." He pleaded. "I can't let us end like this." Sebastian's look of anguish was almost convincing.

"You're such an ass." I bite out, repeating my words from earlier. Snatching my arm from his grip, I walk away before he could respond leaving him standing there looking as hurt as I felt. There was so much that I wanted to shout at him, but the words wouldn't come. I got out of there as quick as I could but it seemed as though everyone migrated to one central area. I had to force myself through a sea of people who was drunk on elation.

When I finally made it to the entry way there was a young girl no older than maybe sixteen waiting by the door, standing next to a table filled with colorful paper origami. "Miss!" She jumped out in front of me, startling me in my tracks.

"These are for guest to take home to commemorate tonight." She reached over and busied herself at the station. I didn't want to be rude to her, she seemed like a friendly kid but I was in mood for accepting souvenirs. Just as I was about to tell her that in hands she was clutching a three dimensional paper star that was basically the size of a head. Taking it in my hands it was photograph of Sebastian and I standing in the middle of the dance floor looking up at each other molded into a star. "I saw you guys tonight. God you guys looked so romantic together." She fawned.

I handed her back the paper star, not caring that I nearly crumpled it. “That was all pretend.”

{Part 1 out of 1}

[orange-waterfalls]

Sleeping Beauty

Darkiplier x Wilford Warfstache

@grey-b0y ty for the request!(im sorry it took so long lol)

A/N: ight so. first time doin a ship. literally the best thing ive ever written. may like to do more. uhhhh Dark being an overworked bastard. Wilford being the caring boyf that he would be. Disney movies. If you couldn't already tell. Uhhhhh finished this in an hour, re-read it, may actually be the best thing I've ever made I'm ngl. Dark may be a bit OOC, but that's just cause he's a lil bit tired. uhhhhh yeah. Enjoy!

Requests are open

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Dark let out a quiet sigh as he opened the door to his and Wilford’s house. He threw his suit jacket to the side with absolutely no fucks to give about where it landed. He stumbled through the house until he eventually landed in his office, plopping down in his chair and leaning back with a groan.

He had so much work he still had left to do, and it was already 9:00. He was so, so, so very tired. The egos had been especially annoying that week, all having the stupidest comments during meetings and refusing to shut up once they got started. Dark had noticed Wilford gave him a “look” whenever he saw the entity annoyed or angry. He didn’t want Wilford to worry, so he always brushed it off. In hindsight, it might have been a good idea to let Wil help him. They were in a relationship, after all. People are supposed to help those that they love. Dark never gave Wil much of a chance to do that. He felt bad for it at times.

Dark rubbed the bridge of his nose and yawned. He shook his head and cracked his neck and flexed his hands, trying to make himself more awake. “Trying” being the keyword here. He reached into his messenger bag and pulled out his laptop and computer mouse. He opened the laptop and opened a document of everything he was supposed to schedule, approve, and deny. He went through everything, the blue light illuminating his pale face, the bags under his eyes looking very prominent. Any person with eyesight and half a brain could see he was sleep-deprived and overworked.

He heard a noise come from somewhere in the house. He stopped clicking and raised his head a bit, trying to listen. Nothing else came. He shrugged lightly. He was probably just imagining things…

Probably…

Another noise. A THUMP. Louder this time. He took his hand away from the mouse and leaned back in his chair, watching the closed door of the office. He stared at it, waiting for another noise to show up.

The sound of shattered glass and Wilford cursing caused Dark to jump up out of his chair. He threw the door open and ran to the source of the noise.

“Wil!” He called as he stopped in the living room. The panicked look on his face died down into indifference and mild annoyance.

Wilford was laying on his back in the middle of the room, margarita glass in hand, with the window shattered and shards of glass surrounding him. He turned to Dark and smiled.

“Good evening, pumpkin!” He greeted joyfully. Dark exhaled deeply and walked over to Wilford. He had no problem with the glass because his shoes were still on. Wilford, apparently having some sort of supervision when it came to Dark, noticed this small fact. “Why do you have your shoes on? When did you get home?” Dark, ignoring the question, pulled Wilford to his feet.

“Where’s your key?” He asked, exasperated.

“Now, hold on. I asked you first. It’s not fair that I have to answer questions when you haven’t answered mine!” The reporter pouted. Dark rolled his eyes.

“Stuck in a meeting. Stuck in traffic. Got home a couple of minutes ago,” He sighed, “Where is your key, Wil?” Wilford looked around for a moment before his eyes landed on a clock. He let out an exaggerated gasp.

“Dark! It’s so late! You must be exhausted!” He said, cupping Dark’s face in his hands. He can’t help from melting into the touch of his favorite person.

“No, no, I’m fine, really,” Dark mumbled, obviously lying. Wilford frowned.

“Come along now, darling, you know you can’t lie to me,” He said, stepping a bit closer to him. He looked into Dark’s eyes while the entity avoided eye contact. Wilford huffed before his eyebrows raised and a smile formed on his lips. Dark noticed and furrowed his eyebrows

“What?” He asked, slightly worried. Wilford grabbed his hand and led him to their bedroom. Dark sighed.

“Wil, I don’t-” He was cut off by a T-shirt being thrown at his face. Dark, being extremely tired, didn’t process what had happened until he looked down and saw the shirt. He looked back up at Wilford, squinting a bit. Wilford had somehow already changed. He was wearing pink shorts and a white shirt with a rainbow on the front. Dark glanced down at the shirt and raised an eyebrow. Wilford cleared his throat.

“My eyes are up here, Darky-poo,” He teased. Dark would have blushed if he were less proud. Would have.

Dark rolled his eyes and picked up the shirt, ushering Wilford out. God knows how long into their relationship and Dark still refused to change in front of his boyfriend. Wilford shook his head and chuckled, heading into the kitchen.

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He made two bowls of popcorn, knowing for a fact he would scarf down his in a matter of minutes. He walked into the living room. He heard creaking and looked back to see Dark walk in after him. The pale entity wore black boxers and the grey shirt that was thrown at him. Wilford smiled.

“What took so long, darling?” He asked sweetly. Dark scoffed at the third pet name that night.

“Resting my eyes,” he claimed. Wilford hummed, knowing it was a lie. He wouldn’t push it, though. Dark sighed. “What are we doing, Wil?”

“Watching Disney movies. Only the musicals, though,” Dark groaned.

“Wil-”

“Listen,” Wilford said, suddenly sounding serious. Dark closed his mouth. “I know you won’t listen to me when I tell you to rest. So, if you’re gonna stay awake, you might as well do something vaguely fun, right?” Dark smiled softly.

This person. This person loved him. This person cared about him more than anyone else did. And this person that cared about him was trying to help. Dark sighed, but not in an exasperated way. In an “I really can’t argue because a) I have nothing to argue and b) I kinda sorta really don’t wanna argue but I still wanna act like I do” kinda way. He shuffled his way over to the couch and plopped down next to Wilford, scooting as close to him as possible. Wilford grinned and settled himself.

“But do we have to do all of them?” Dark complained. Wilford stroked his mustache a bit.

“Well, no, but we gotta start somewhere.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you get to tell me which year to start from.”

“Last year.” That earned a small glare from Wilford. “Fine, fine… uh… 19...8...9?”

“The Little Mermaid it is!” Wilford said excitedly.

“Wait, you know all the years?”

“Of course I do! What do you think I am? Some sort of commoner?!” Dark slowly blinked at that wreck of a sentence and turned back to the TV screen. Wilford put an arm around Dark, who snuggled into the touch. Then, Wilford hit the play button on his remote.

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Two movies later, Dark was out cold. They’d barely gotten through a third of “Newsies” before Wilford looked over and saw the entity sleeping. Wilford had been mindful enough to keep his singing voice to a minimum, and so Dark hadn’t woken up. Wilford wasn’t even sure how long he’d been asleep. When did he last look? Halfway through “Beauty and the Beast?” Aw, too bad. 30 more minutes and they would’ve started on “Aladdin”! Wilford shrugged and paused the film.

He gently shifted in his spot and lifted Dark into his arms. He slowly carried the “Sleeping Beauty”(shut up I’m funny) to their room. He gently laid Dark down on the bed, covering him with the blankets. Dark almost instantly cuddled into them. Wilford bit his lip as he stared down at his lover. Well, since they didn’t watch Sleeping Beauty…

Wilford gently leaned down and brushed a small curl out of Dark’s face. He gazed at his sleeping figure in admiration before leaning down further to connect their lips in a small kiss. Very small, more of a peck than a “kiss” kiss, but still. Dark slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times as Wilford pulled away.

“Aw, Dark,” Wilford whispered, “I woke you with true love’s kiss!”

“You woke me, period,” Dark grumbled but stretched out his arms, tempting Wilford to go to bed.

Wilford climbed in next to Dark, spooning him. He held his arms tight around his partner’s torso, burying his nose into the entity’s hair and inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing?” Dark almost chuckled. Wilford smiled.

“I like your smell…”

“Oh?” Dark twisted around to look at Wilford. “And what do I smell like?”

“Home…” Wilford answered with a lovestruck look on his face. He could’ve sworn he saw a blush before getting hit in the face with a pillow. He laughed as Dark turned back around.

“You are the cheesiest person in the galaxy,” Dark said. Wilford’s lips curled into a grin as he snuggled up behind Dark again.

“Maybe…” He answered. Both of them sighed contently. “I love you…”

“I love you too...” Dark mumbled, still very tired, “Goodnight, Wil.” Wilford smiled as he tightened his grip ever-so-slightly.

“Good night, Sleeping Beauty…”