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The Elephant in the Room

Guys. It’s been staring at us, in plain sight. The elephant in the room is “we had one night.” But Sherlock and John’s love remained unspoken because 1) neither Sherlock nor John thought their love for the other was requited after that night; 2) Sherlock believed falling in love with John cost Mycroft Bond Air. 

Somewhere along the way, Sherlock became unsure if that one-night had happened at all. The night he loved and was loved by John in every way imaginable.

It all happened during ASiB. The clues can be found on John’s blog first, with The Woman as a disguise; then, the show itself. Let me walk you through the…… devastation.

I had thought this meant there were missing pieces about the confrontation between Sherlock, Mycroft and Irene Adler at the end of ASiB – we all saw what happened, but John couldn’t blog about it due to Official Secrets Act. Odd, isn’t it? But it was never about Irene Adler; it was always about Sherlock and John. The comments provided clues.

Room. Fancy. Revolver. John’s starving. Sherlock would love some… brunch. They missed brunch, but Ms. Hudson was able to feed them lunch after all. Sherlock thought it was incredibly tedious to talk in codes because of some ridiculous law thing. Cake… may be death in S4, but it was sex first.

The Elephant in the Room post is smoke and mirrors, but Sherlock’s comments were very telling. Go look. I’m going to give you evidence from the show itself now. Let’s starting with ASiB:

Sherlock knew he was in love with John since… probably the end of ASiP. But ASiB was where he (mistakenly) came to realize that caring is not an advantage and John likely didn’t feel the same. 

After TGG Sherlock thought they were getting somewhere; but by Christmas, they were still stuck in 1895. Sherlock was so jealous of John’s strings of girlfriends he took it out on Molly (the Christmas party deduction was about himself). But, later on, during Irene Adler’s “fake death” period, Sherlock and John ended up spending one night together. But in the end it cost Mycroft Bond Air - Sherlock was able to say everything in the scene above with certainty and vehement because he was speaking from… experience. 

The one night was likely before this:

The reappearance of Irene Adler and the scenes that followed… led to John and Sherlock each had their moment of confusion:

They both thought they were… together, like, together; but after seeing the exchange between Sherlock and Irene, John likely thought he was just a placeholder (yes Irene was flirting but Sherlock was completely oblivious which John couldn’t tell for some reason). The whole Hemish baby name thing flew over Sherlock’s head but he did notice that John was… confused and unhappy. Mycroft was right, in a way:

The 007 deduction was Sherlock’s desperate attempt to show off – for John’s benefit. Sadly, John missed it completely and likely thought Sherlock was trying to impress Irene Adler.

Sherlock and John’s one-night gave context to the exchange between John and Mycroft at Speedy’s:

Translation: I know Sherlock is gay because I had sex with him. But he doesn’t love me or Irene Adler for that matter. I don’t think.

Which prompt Mycroft’s question about Sherlock’s heart; he thought John would have the answer given the new… status. In the end, Mycroft settled with letting John know that he was well aware of the fact that they’ve been busy, and when the “one-night” happened:

(You can see John visibly “gulp” in this scene)

After Sherlock’s return, the memory of that one-night became… unreliable.

Tessa’s dinner with a ghost could’ve been a callback to ASiP, but the editing is telling a very different story:

You can go back to watch it – despite the way the subtitle appears, the first scene cut exactly at the end of “one night”, and the second scene came in right before “dinner.” The way Sherlock and John reacted in the scene suggested they both remember their own one-night. Somewhat, under the drunken haze.

HLV rolled around, everything went sideways quickly. But again, that one-night provided a very different emotional context to all that happened.

Which brings me to TLD, Sherlock began to remember:

It wasn’t Faith. It was The Lady in Red John.

Not convinced? Ghost has the answer – emotional context again!!

Because just moments before, this:

The revolver. A callback to Sherlock’s last comment on John’s blog post.

I’m going to leave you with the following for now, cause I’m exhasted; this is the reason we are given TFP, emotional context, remember?

Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)

In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped lazily against the shoreline.

All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere. From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters attacked.

Monsters.

He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them. Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-

Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’ beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island night.

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~Kindergarten teacher! Laurent~

This literally has no name, just the description of the AU lol

Anyway, can anyone link me to the post that discussed this AU? Because I can’t remember whose it is and my stupid ass didn’t save it anywhere!!!

Update: found the post

Okay now, enjoy:

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“Are you ready for the kindergarten class coming in today?”

Nikandros’s voice snapped Damen out of his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he said, giving Nikandros an apologetic look.

He sighed crossing his arms. “I was asking about the kindergarten class that’s coming today,” he repeated patiently.

Damen nodded, smiling faintly. “Yeah, it should be fun.”

Nikandros huffed. “I wonder who is the suicidal maniac who decided to bring a bunch of kids into a museum. And you share the insanity with that person - how can babysitting ever be fun, Damen?”

“Unlike you, Nik, kids like me. I’ll have fun and so will they.” Damen glared at Nikandros determinedly.

He just laughed, shaking his head. “I admire you, Damen. I’m sure you’ll make it.”

There was a pause. Damen really didn’t like the look that Nikandros was giving him.

“What is it?” Damen asked suspiciously.

“You were pretty distant a moment ago. I’m just wondering what was on your mind.”

Damen narrowed his eyes at Nikandros. “I wasn’t thinking about anything special…”

“Were you thinking about your blond neighbor?”

Heat quickly rushed to Damen’s face. “Why would I be–?”

“He did something again, didn’t he? Come on, you can tell me,” Nikandros said with a smile.

Damen sighed. He admired Nikandros’s patience. Damen had been ranting about the frigid blond by the name of Laurent ever since he’d become Damen’s next door neighbor a month ago.

Their worst encounter was when Laurent told Damen off for trying to bring a date to his apartment.

Nikandros claimed that Laurent was just jealous, but Damen believed that he was just displaying his inability to mind his own business.

Either way, Damen hadn’t been able to shut up about Laurent ever since.

“He shoved me,” Damen said, recalling that morning’s event. “He glared at me, didn’t even seem sorry. He just looked pissed as always.” Damen huffed. Just thinking about the blond made him angry. “He’s just so unpleasant all the time…”

Nikandros slapped Damen on the shoulder, chuckling. “I suggest you to get him out of your head and focus on your task. And don’t forget to have fun,” he said, adding a hint of sarcasm.

Damen nodded with a smile. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

But before he walked out into the lobby, he caught a glimpse of a blond head. Damen stopped in his track and stared.

“It’s Laurent,” he blurted out.

Nikandros frowned. He approached Damen and observed the scene over his shoulder.

“That’s Laurent?” He asked.

“That’s Laurent,” Damen replied.

That’s Laurent?”

That’s Laurent.”

They both went silent.

“Well, he doesn’t look like the Devil,” said Nikandros.

“I suppose not,” Damen muttered.

At the moment, Laurent really didn’t look like the Devil at all. The weirdest thing was that Laurent was smiling. It took Damen completely by surprise and he felt the need to remember every detail of Laurent’s curved lips, so that he could have that image in his head the next time Laurent throws him poisonous looks.

Laurent got all the children to line up in record time. They were being handed their tickets to keep.

Damen felt Nikandros poke him in his ribs. “You should go. Don’t keep them waiting.”

Damen shot him a glare before walking out. He greeted the children and then dared to glance at Laurent. He seemed to be experiencing the same shock that Damen was experiencing a few minutes ago.

Damen was glad that his own shock had passed and that he could be the chill one for once.

And so they started their tour. Damen talked about Hellenism and Greek mythology. He realized quickly that this wouldn’t be exhausting at all, despite the amount of children in a small space.

They were all well-behaved, never interrupted him, except for questions after politely raising their hand. And still they subtly chatted and giggled.

Laurent seemed to be glowing. He had a small smile on his face the whole time. Damen felt odd about it, he hadn’t seen Laurent smile before at all and now he was able to see it for a rather long period of time.

One boy stood out from the others and Damen soon learned that that was his goal. To stand out and attract attention.

His name was Nicaise. He seemed to be waging a war with Laurent, but the boy clearly had no means of outsmarting him.

Whenever Nicaise tried to do something stupid, he was cut off by Laurent asking him to repeat what Damen had just said.

And as much as Nicaise tried to look uninterested, he knew the answer every time.

Then the kids were given the task to draw their favourite myth. There was a bit more noise while they did it, but they made no problems, not even Nicaise.

Damen found himself standing next to Laurent. Neither of them spoke at first.

Then after taking a deep breath, Damen blurted out, “Well, who knew…?”

“Who knew that I wasn’t a pretentious prick as you thought?” Laurent finished the sentence for Damen.

He must have noticed Damen’s surprised expression because he just smiled bitterly and added, “Don’t worry, I speak from personal experience.”

Damen didn’t want to deny that he thought that about Laurent. It would have been a lie, although Damen’s opinion was slowly changing.

“You’re great at this. The kids love you. You must really love your job,” Damen said.

The small, sincere smile was back on Laurent’s lips. “I do. This is something I am actually good at.”

Damen didn’t say anything. He found himself lost in Laurent’s eyes.

Until Laurent met his gaze.

“I could say the same for you, though. Who knew that a playboy like you was in love with the art of Ancient Greece?”

Damen felt himself flush. “I’m not a playboy…” he muttered.

“Of course not,” Laurent said cockily.

“I’m really nor,” Damen said with a lot more confidence. “Let me show you.”

Laurent arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Show me?”

“Let me take you out,” Damen said.

For a moment Laurent seemed impressed, though he didn’t let it last. “On a date?”

“Of course. What else.”

Laurent pursed his lip. He did his best not to smile. “I’ll think about it,” he said coolly.

While the kids were getting ready to leave, Damen saw Nicaise approach Laurent.

He crouched and let Nicaise whisper something in his ear.

Then his pale cheeks went slightly red and he stood up. “Don’t make me put you in time-out,” he said to Nicaise.

But Nicaise didn’t leave it at that. He left Laurent and walked over to Damen.

Nicaise handed him a piece of paper. ‘Laurent’s number,” he said sharply.

Damen took the paper and stared at it, then at Nicaise. “Thank you…”

Then the boy tugged on Damen’s shirt. Nicaise was too short to tug on Damen’s collar, but he did his best to be intimidating.

But, you better be nice. If you hurt him, I’ll kill you.”

Damen just smiled at that. He ruffled Nicaise’s hair, who wasn’t very delighted by it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Damen assured.

Nicaise huffed and returned to the rest of the class.

Before leaving, Laurent glanced at Damen and waved.

For the first time since they met, Damen couldn’t wait to see Laurent again.

I’d Like That

Request: Can I get a remus imagine where she is a transfer from illvermorny (if that’s how you spell it) and he shows her around and he really likes how she can talk back to people and is really badass? Maybe it ends with kissing or something? If not it’s fine xx

Word Count: 1,756

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Y/N sat quietly as the hat on her head evaluated her. “Gryffindor,” it finally decided. “Wait right here, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m going to call for a prefect to show you around,” Professor Dumbledore instructed. Y/N gave a curt nod and began to let her eyes roam the office she was seated in as he left. Looking around, she noticed the large book shelves, everything coated in a layer of dust, and she wondered when the last time anyone had cleaned up in here had been. Everyone at Ilvermorny had always been so adamant about keeping everything spotless. This place seemed to be a mess. The whole room seemed to be cluttered with all kinds of things. Sure, it was old, but couldn’t they pick up a little? Her thoughts were interrupted by a lady in a tall, pointed hat. “Hello, dear. I am Professor McGonagall, The head of Gryffindor house, you must be Y/N Y/L/N. Mr. Lupin will be arriving in just a moment. He is a prefect in your year, he will show you around,” the lady informed her. “Thank you,” Y/N nodded and waited in silence for what felt like eternity until a tall boy with a large scar across his face entered the room with his eyes cast to the floor and his hands buried in his pockets.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” He asked, lifting his eyes up to reveal their pretty green color.

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Søndag 18.6.17 kl 13.11 [Penetrator Chris]

Title: A Little Less Than a Thousand Miles [1.2K]
Requested by: @outofclutterfindsimplicity
Little fluff where Eva and Chris are watching movies or netflix in her bed and she just asks him if he wants to go to the Eid pre-party with her. :)



It was approximately three hours later after their rather…awkward encounter with the bewildered Miss Anne-Marit. Eva was pretty sure her mom looked absolutely everywhere except in their general direction before she muttered out a strange excuse about needing to go to work even though it was Sunday and nearly knocked the lamp right off the table in her hurry to grab her keys.

Eva wasn’t sure why he mom was so jittery, it wasn’t like she’d never had a boyfriend before. There was Jonas, who, sure, she didn’t get to meet, but this was just Chris

Eva studies the boy sitting beside her up and down to see if there was anything in particular that would have scared her off. It might have been the nakedness part, though, Eva’s confident it was definitely that.

They’re sitting on the couch in the living room, way too cramped together for a couple of people inhabiting such a large and spacious couch. Chris has his legs on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles and leaning back casually into the cushion behind him. Eva is curled up in his side, her head resting on his shoulder and her fingers tracing indistinct pattern on the exposed part of his stomach.

They were channel surfing the television in silence; Chris once in a while reaching up with his free hand that was curled around Eva’s shoulders to run his fingers through her hair.

The keyword here being: were. As in past tense. As in they had at one point during their co-inhabitation of the living room been channel surfing, until Chris had come across the pinnacle of modern day entertainment, as he’d put it, and put away the remote despite Eva’s many protests.

Yes, they were watching White Chicks on TV, and it wasn’t under any sort of duress.

“Chris, seriously,” she complains, as she’d been complaining consistently for the past twenty minutes or so.

Eva, seriously,” he mimics the usual cheeky grin on his face and the sparkle in his eye that Eva usually ended up getting absolutely mesmerized by. But definitely not today! “Come on, Eva. How can you not like this movie? It’s a masterpiece!” he motions to the TV with an indignant gesture.

“Besides the fact that I’m not a fan of the Wayans brother in general? What is actually the point of this movie?”

Chris looks genuinely bewildered by her statement. “It’s a couple of black guys, pretending to be Paris Hilton type white girls to infiltrate a ring of white collar criminals. That’s the point, Eva. It’s genius!”

“For a fuckboy whose call sign is Penetrator Chris, you really are such a nerd,” she says, but she has a small endeared smile on her face.

“But I’m your nerd,” he says teasingly in reply, grinning widely.

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Puppy Love - Part 1

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,470

Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him hanging out inside of an Impala that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.


“Murphy!” 

You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting into trouble. He’s worse than a little kid. He’s a 100 lb German Shepherd for Christ’s sake. You should be able to keep track of him.

“Murphy! Come here, buddy!” 

The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. He’s a troublemaker for sure. He needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.

You quickly search the house and the backyard, you’re not surprised that he’s no where to be found. He tends to invade your neighbors lives. He’ll just waltz right into someone’s yard or house if he can. Sigh. You walk out your front door and start looking around.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Can you do a Jason x reader imagine with them having a little daughter

Written for an AU I have been working on! Another short excerpt, hope this is alright with you! Thank you for requesting!


You wrap your arms around Jason as he carries you on his back. The two of you watch as your little girl run around the garden, chasing after a butterfly. “She is going to be a handful when she grows up.” You tell Jason as you tighten the hold you have around him but not too tight because you definitely did not want Jason dropping you due to the lack of air.

Jason chuckles and turns his head to look at you. “Speaking from experience are we?” He asks cheekily and you stick your tongue out at him which causes Jason to laugh. “But yes, I feel like I am already going to have a hard time getting the boys to stay away.” He groans at the thought. “Definitely not looking forward to her rebellious teen years.”

You laugh before patting Jason. “I was not that bad of a teenager – in fact, that was when I met you!” You poked him and Jason snorts.

“I agree – you were not that bad of a teenager but I was! God, I remember giving both Alfred and Bruce a whole lot of headaches.” Jason chuckles. Those memories were one of the fondest times he remembers. Even though as a teenager, he used to hate it when both Alfred and his father figure, Bruce got on his case. The more they got on his case, the more rebellious he became. But all of that changed the moment he met you, as sappy as it sounded.

“Mummy, Daddy! Look, look, butterfly!” Your little girl runs up to you and Jason almost drops you when the both of you spy what your little girl has in her hands. It was not a butterfly but instead, she was holding a moth. You wiggle from Jason’s hold and he carefully lets you down.

“Darling, where did you find this?” You ask her and she points at a random direction. You lean forward to press a kiss on her cheek. “Let’s return that to its parents.” You tell her and your daughter nods her head vigorously before rushing off without the two of you.

“Babe, Alfred invited us for dinner tonight.” Jason has his phone out. “Should I accept the invitation? He’s making the princess’s favourites tonight.” Jason begins typing away on his phone. “Also, it seems like the Big B wants to see her too.”

You wrap your arm around his waist. “Of course; I’m pretty sure everyone just wants to spoil her again.” You laugh, thinking about the last time you had visited the manor. Your daughter has both Alfred and Bruce wrapped around her fingers. Jason drapes his arm on your shoulders, pulling you close to him as the two of you begin to walk towards your daughter who is now chattering about with a flower.

Lance & Lotor & how it affects his development

I’m speaking from experience when I say Lotor being a manipulative bastard will have the biggest toll on Lance but help him grow so much more.

It’ll be tears and pain and sadness and wondering why him for a while but then it’ll be I don’t deserve this, I am worth more than this, I am not dependant on him.

It’ll be realising through Lotor that Lance deserves none of this, that he is worth more than people say he is, he is his own person.

And it’ll be the slowest fucking burn and it’ll be burning till the end of the show because self esteem issues especially after emotional abuse and trauma don’t get cured in a month or two they get cured over the span of years. And sometimes things set you back and you doubt yourself and your back to the first step.

I speak from experience when I say Lance will miss Lotor sometimes and that he’ll need to lean on his friends more than ever when he stars healing, I speak from experience when I say Lance is going to get better, but he can only get worse before he does if Lotor decides to use him.

I also speak from experience when I say lance is going to take no bullshit once he’s on the right track. He’s going to call out Shiro for playing favourites, he’s going to tell Keith to stop being an emotionally constipated dick, because he isn’t letting his friends do the same things to him as he’s done to himself.

Things I learned while watching the SDR2 stage show:

I shall preface this with the fact that I was an actor working in private theater companies all throughout high school and into college. I studied theater to a point before stepping away to pursue my main goals. I’m not saying this to insinuate I am better than you at understanding acting, far from it. I just am stating this simply because I look at a lot of theater productions from a very different and strange point of view.

Here we go:

  • The actor who played Komaeda was REALLY good.
  • The way they wrote Komaeda in the stage show was REALLY good.
  • I love that they wrote the characters to do other things instead of just listen to whomever is speaking. There are side conversations and mini plots that are never picked up on, but you know they occur because all characters don’t focus on one person the whole time like in the game.
  • Koizumi. I still love her. She’s my favorite SDR2 character and forever will be. 
  • Saionji, moving on up. She was adorable.
  • Tsumiki, ALSO moving up. Didn’t like her all that much in the game, but I’m growing to really like her. 
  • Pekoyama was played by a woman who NAILED her mannerisms, but she sounded like she had Jess’ nose infection.
  • Compared to theater in America I found the overall experience to be quite pleasing. The use of sound effects was much more common here and I feel like it was an absolute NIGHTMARE for the crew to handle all the lighting while following along with the stage direction. 
  • That being said, the hair effect was weird for Kamukura. They did a good job with the wigs. Woulda preferred a wig.
  • The guy who played Hanamura was not a great actor. Jess accurately described him as having a mush mouth. That being said, I don’t think he needed to be a good actor. He couldn’t take a fall all that well…and I think that has more to do with his body type than anything. He was a larger guy and speaking from experience…its hard for bigger people to take a fall. He seemed more awkward than the rest, but it added a type of charm to his character. I felt bad for him in the stage show….I’ve hated him everyone else, haha.
  • I felt bad that a lot of characters got swept under the rug because of the time constraint. Nidai had the most content cut from his character and while I liked his actor (he had a cool voice), his character ultimately suffered for it. You knew very little about him.
  • Gundam was great. They cast him near perfectly. 
  • Nanami was great, Hinata was great, a lot of characters really nailed their stuff. 

I used to constantly head to the theater when I was in the States and this was my first time heading back to see any sort of production. I was very impressed. I’m sure there is more that I’ll most likely think about after I post this, and I may talk more about it in the future, but I think I’ll end it here for now. Its a long enough post, haha.   

shortie squad pidge

Pls picture pidge asking an early 20s year old shiro if he wants to get together sometime and shiro gets very flustered and says no on the grounds that pidge is “Much too young” and “that’s cute and so sweet but really I couldn’t with someone your age.”

Plot twist, a frustrated pidge pulls out an ID and it reads that they are 19. Lance and Kieth turned 18 this year. Pidge has always been older than them. Pidge is just short. Shiro is embarrassed.

Luck of the Draw

word count: 1431

Reader x Jin

Genre: fuckboy!Jin, soulmates name on wrist!au

A/N: This may be the first in a series based on how well you react to it, also please note that fuckboy Jin can be a dick, but the main reason Y/N hates him is because she knows she can’t resist his charms, and she hates him and herself for it.  

The silver balloons wafted from side to side between the clutter of people in the room. The gentle glow of the strobe lighting illuminating them. Banners reading ‘Happy New Year’ hung gently from every doorway and staircase, drawing attention to why I was here. In the middle of the dance floor my best friends were dancing. The silver in each of their dresses, glittering like stars as their bodies swayed to the music. And usually I would join them, making an effort to seem outstanding. But tonight I was completely rattled. The golden sequins on my dress drawing attention that was undesired. The only thing that calmed the rapid beating of my heart was the overbearing nature of straight vodka. And I consumed another heavy gulp.

‘REMEMBER ALL YOU 21 YEAR OLDS THIS YEAR, OUR SOULMATES NAME WILL SHOW UP ON OUR WRIST AS SOON AS IT HITS NEW YEAR!’

I groaned, every five minutes there was a constant reminder of why my anxiety levels had skyrocketed. A reminder of everything I was trying to forget. On the contrary I had always wanted a tattoo, but not like this. I’ve never wanted someone’s name imprinted on my skin. I sighed as collapsed back in my chair in the corner of the room, every so often grabbing unsuspecting people’s drinks  and chugging them as they turn away to dance.

I glanced around the room, my gaze lingering on the people I knew, but I managed to lock eyes with the one person I despised. I may have been hysterical, but Jin looked far more nervous than me. Although that’s due to the lack of a soulmate at the age of 24. A cheeky grin appears on his face as he gestured to the swarm of girls glued to him, seemingly suggesting I should join them. My eyes roll out of habit, as I push myself off my chair and grab another drink. Without thinking I’m wandering through the party, and as my head turns back to where he stood I notice him laughing. He seems to be talking to one of his goddess like companions. Yet his eyes wander constantly and when the find me once again he chuckles. My eyes crinkle, almost shut, trying to wrap my head around the deceitful boy. He chuckles once again, his mouth raising higher on the left side, clearly finding our facial-expression-across-the-room-discussion amusing. My eyes lower, and I quickly find Mina dancing in the centre of the floor. ‘Hey,’ I call to her, gaining her attention quickly, ‘I’m going to head over to where the boys are drinking, okay?’ My cup filled hand pointing in the direction of my plans as she nods softly.  

Nevertheless, Jin cuts me off before I reach my friends. ‘Hi Y/N.’ He smirks, his glasses generously grazing the tip of his nose as they fall. ‘Nervous?’ His tongue grazes his lips painstakingly slowly as his eyes flicker between my eyes and lips. ‘Bet I’m still doing better than you.’ I mock pushing his glasses back up his nose. ‘Oh really?’ He holds his bottom lip between his teeth, as he leisurely leans his face into the crook of my neck, his cologne lacing the air around us. ‘Prove it.’ His voice adorned with lust and breathlessness, his fingers beginning to drift up and down my arms, causing small shivers to run through me. I push Jin’s body away from me, and he pouts, showcasing his bright pink lips. ‘Come on angel face,’ the nickname rolling off his tongue naturally, as a wave of small goose bumps flush over me. ‘I could make you feel so good.’ His hands moved towards my hips, but I interrupted his longing by intertwining our fingers and raised them up to my face. I sighed, trusting myself to resist the delicious charms of a fuckboy, ‘I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request.’ His eyes scanned the way my eyes widened at his huge hand enveloping my own, his brow furrowing in confusion of my statement. His face contorted making the smallest creases around his nose and his eyebrows. I decided to see how far I could push him, pushing onto my toes and letting my lips graze over as his, letting them follow mine until I reached his ear.  ‘Means no.’ I looked back at him and dropped back to flat feet, staring into his disconcerted eyes.

I could feel his lips tug into a smug smile as my back turned to him. ‘Hey, Y/N!’ He jerked his head up to call me as I took a few steps away from him, his smug smile boring into me, ‘Did it hurt?’ I turned to him and rolled my eyes slowly, ‘When what, I fell from heaven?’ my disgusted gag was obvious as he slowly approached me, gradually intertwining our hands again, ‘No.’ he smiled, shaking his head slightly, the smile slowly dissolving into a pout as I sighed exasperatedly, ‘What then?’ my gaze shifted into a distrustful glare fixed on his eyes. A sly grin crept onto his face, looking like the devil had placed it there himself, ‘When you fell for me.’ His hands gripping mine softly and bringing them into our view as his grin only grew.

I immediately dropped his poisonous hands and ran as quickly as I could to my friends, hearing his devious laugh ring in my ears.

Before anyone could even greet me I grabbed Jacksons cup of vodka and chugged the entire thing. ‘Looks like someone’s a little nervous.’ Jackson chuckled, as he poured himself another one. ‘I don’t care if the person’s one of you guys, I don’t want to know that my life is promised away, that I’ve been genetically modified since birth to be with this person.’

‘Y/N if it makes you feel any better you know that you don’t have to be with whoever your wrist shows up with.’ Yoongi says, speaking from experience. He had the name show up the year he turned 21, two years ago. Just like everyone else his age.

‘But everyone else will want to be with their soulmate right?’ I finished his next sentence for him, taking another Jaebum’s cup before he could protest and emptying it into my all too eager stomach. ‘By the way, how is life with a soulmate?’

‘It sucks, even though they know they’re the only one you love they still get nervous when you go out. Mine seems to think I’m going to cheat.’ He ran one hand through his hair, dishevelling it as he released a very heavy sigh. ‘Anyway, soulmates are supposed to be either someone you’ve been in love with for a while, or you were destined to be with. So you’ll be fine.’ He patted me on the back, but it was the least comfort I’d felt in a while. The more the night moved on the more agitated I felt, the more tense I became.

And all too soon, it was the countdown to New Year.

‘TEN’

My immediate reaction was to begin downing as many drinks as I could and I grabbed Yoongi’s hand and gripped it tight.

‘NINE’

‘EIGHT’

His thumb ran over the back of my hand, caressing it softly so that I could calm down, as I muttered the words ‘Save me’ to him.

‘SEVEN’

‘SIX’

‘FIVE’

I saw Mina run over to me and grab my other hand, because she was so overwhelmingly excited that she’d finally see who her soulmate was.

‘FOUR’

‘THREE’

‘Good luck.’ Yugyeom whispered to all of us as he and the rest of the Maknae liners ran off giggling.

‘TWO’

‘ONE’

That’s when I saw it, the black ink that faintly began to rise on my right wrist, and seeing the name in person made me practically faint. Mina leaned over to me and got me to breathe properly. ‘Remember the first name that appears on your wrist is your worst enemy. Look mines changing now.’ She called. And as I looked over I saw the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

It was unmistakeable but the name ‘Byun Baekhyun’ written in bold black letters faded away to reveal the name ‘Jackson Wang’. But the colour was wrong, it looks like someone carved it into her skin with a knife. It’s supposed to be black. 

I looked back at my wrist but it hadn’t changed. I waited for five minutes, slowly moving up to ten but the name on my wrist never changed.

There written in black in perfect cursive was the name,

Kim Seokjin.