#but minus one will NEVER accept imposters

[ruubesz-draws]

Minus One will NOT accept any imposters... RIP Minus One Plush... and Shin's 64th sandwich... :'(

Btw I it's Shin's 64th sandwich cos people gave 64 likes on my Instagram lol

Godzilla Minus Plush is REAL!!

[creepy-spooghetti]

Sis you're back! You already know who I will ask you to write about. Literally anything 🧝🏻‍♂️

Haha, you got it girl!

Ben Drowned with a gamer S\O

This dude plays video games, all of the time, even when he's supposed to be on camera duty. So it's really no wonder he's come across a few people online that have become long-term friends.

You are one of these people.

He was playing Among Us with a bunch of other randos when you joined the server, and since everyone had proximity chat, you were able to speak with each other briefly before the game started.

Conveniently enough, you were paired up together as the two imposters. You kicked ass, by the way.

Realizing the two of you made a pretty good team, Ben continued playing with you, and that particular server lasted three whole hours. The entire group was fun to talk to - minus that one troll that always seems to be around - and Ben appreciated your strategy and your endless sassiness.

He obviously sent you a friend request, and you obviously accepted it.

You both played a lot of games together, ranging anywhere from Halo to Call of Duty to Minecraft. He never told you much about himself outside of his general hobbies and interests, since ya know, it would have freaked you out had he told you that he was some internet-roaming ghost that lived in a house full of psychotic killers.

That is assuming you'd have believed him, in the first place.

Eventually, he asked if you'd be interested in being his virtual girlfriend, and you agreed, on the condition that he'd be your virtual boyfriend.

This dude is so much smoother when no one can see him, lemme just tell ya now. There's no way he would have asked a question like that if he was talking face-to-face.

Occasionally, he'll hop on a game with Jeff and Liu, and he, along with Liu, will have to spectate as you and Jeff constantly go at each other's throats with killing sprees, petty insults, halfhearted threats, you name it.

It's all in the name of "fun", of course.

There's no way he ever plans on telling you his circumstances. You're such a cool person and he doesn't want to ruin the bond you two share.

Neither of you knows what the other looks like. This is because you both make a consistent effort to keep it a secret, although you do take turns guessing random features the other one has.

For example, you'll say, "Brown hair?"

He'll counteract with, "Am I Eren Jeager?"

"You could be."

"Fair enough. Green eyes?"

"If hell froze over."

"Has it?"

"Maybe."

It really is a blast - even though your appearance is a total mystery to each other, it's nice to imagine.

To you, he's just a regular teen that loves games and is a bit of a dork. But you think he's sweet and couldn't be happier that you met him.

To him, you are awesome, and he tries not to be too big of a simp. At least he has the decency to treat you like a normal person rather than some mystical creature that needs to be flirted with all of the time.

That isn't to say he doesn't flirt, but he saved that for when you actually got to know each other and he knew you were somewhat comfortable with him.

In a life of darkness and loneliness, your voice provides him light and solace, and for that, he couldn't more thankful.

[multi-lefaiye]

If you're doing worldbuilding wednesday:

What's the religion and mythology in your WIP like? How does it affect the culture, characters, theme, and plot? If your WIP has prominent mythology and or religion in it, what are the main deities and what are some popular myths? How to the people in your WIP feel about the deities they believe in? If there's a popular religion, how widespread is it and are there any well known leaders? Any common practices and or teachings? What about people who don't follow the most common religion, what's it like for them in your WIP? etc etc etc.... (you don't have to answer all of the questions, they're just ideas for what you can share)

hi hello there! you sent this ask, ah. a while ago. and i never answered it. but thank you for sending it! this is a very fun ask and i'm excited to answer!

so i've mentioned before that fantasy religions and mythology are pretty much my favorite part of worldbuilding. i don't have a big reason behind it, i just think that's a fun part of worldbuilding and it's usually where i spend my time.

to answer this question, i'm going to talk about magic apocalyptica, which isn't a single wip and more of a worldbuilding project i rotate in my mind from time to time! maybe someday i'll figure out how to tell a story taking place here, haha....

the basic premise of this world is that it's a post-apocalyptic setting in which the apocalypse happened as the result of a major meteor strike that, by all accounts, should've ended pretty much all life on earth. however, the strike awoke primordial deities that had been slumbering for millennia, who woke up and went "hey why is our house on fire" and intervened to preserve the planet and those living on it as much as possible. cut to a few thousand years or so later, and society has mostly rebuilt itself, with the added bonus of ancient, primordial beings, the presence of magic, and also big ol' fuckin holes in the planet. it's a fun time.

anyway, there are several major religions in this universe, but the ones i generally focus on are: talionism, harborism, hailenism, adulatism, fathomism, and lunism. there's also vastationism, but that's less developed than the others.

i've summarized all of these before, but to recap:

talionism: "maybe if we're really nice to the gods they won't cause another apocalypse"

harborism: "the gods went back to sleep after the apocalypse, and maybe if we're really nice to them they won't wake up and cause another one"

hailenism: "actually those things that stopped the apocalypse don't matter--there is only one god and he lives in the swamp and we can go visit him"

adulatism: "the gods are really high up and watching over us and maybe if we're really nice to them and go high up like them, they'll keep us safe from another apocalypse"

fathomism: "actually those things that stopped the apocalypse don't matter--what we really should worry about are the big fucking holes in the planet and what might be living down there"

lunism: "actually those things that stopped the apocalypse don't matter--the real gods are long dead and we need to devote our time to slaying these imposters"

wow this is getting long--anyway so those are the major religions, minus vastationism, but i do want to say that religions from before the apocalypse have, on some level, persisted! i haven't put much... development... into that.... at this point... so they're kind of in the background at this point, but i'll probably get there eventually,,,

there are also still atheists in this world, but atheism in this setting in general is less about "gods don't exist" and more about "why are we all agreeing that these beings are gods and worshipping them and accepting that they have power over us".

i did make a map of the general spread of these religions in the continental US, but it's a bit of an eyesore so i'm probably going to redo it. however, i will say that some of these are, for the most part, region-locked! hailenism is almost exclusively practiced in the southeastern US, especially in what used to be florida; fathomism is practiced primarily around the big fucking hole that used to be several states (known as a fathom); lunism is practiced primarily in the south/southeast, around what would've once been the border with mexico; aaaand finally, adulatism is almost exclusively practiced in the walled, mountainous city of trance, located in appalachia.

also this isn't an important or well-known detail, but the god of hailenism is a real person. he's a real guy and his name is doug and he's one of my favorite characters in this universe. hailenist mythology describes doug as an ancient, primordial beast with the head of an alligator (or crocodile, depending on the version) who lives in the swamps, eats humans alive, can heal the sick and dying (for a great price), and has control over the weather. in reality, about half of those things are true. he's just a nice guy with social anxiety who wants to be left alone and really dislikes the fact that people worship him.

i haven't figured out details on the gods who actually put a stop to the apocalypse, but one idea i've been considering is that those gods don't... really exist anymore, for the most part. they did at some point, and the evidence of that is undeniable, but they didn't stick around after everything settled.

and as a last note, i've been reconsidering lately whether i would actually classify lunism as a religion in the same way the others would be, because lunism is less about... well, faith... and more about a call to action? i'm not sure how much sense that makes, but when i say that lunists as a whole think the gods are imposters and want to kill him, i mean that they are actively trying to accomplish this goal.

anyway idk how much sense this makes, i'm still trying to figure out how to get a google doc about all of this together. thank you for reading!

[iruludavare]

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

Pinterest quotes || Accepting

     If only he would get the message.

     Whether her self-proclaimed ‘rival’ is simply ignoring each statement of never wanting to see him again, or the trainer excusing herself without so much as a word when he infiltrates her space, or really does not get it, Serena knows not. It is almost as though Calem has a sixth sense for knowing where she is-- when the blonde is alone and somewhat vulnerable--, and my, how it annoys her so. She does not understand how he could possibly think someone who has done what he did could ever hope to be forgiven. How someone could find it in their heart to mend the open wound left there by a person who vowed to have their back, but abandoned them when the situation turned dire-- left them to fend for themselves in a life or death situation.      So, when he had approached the young woman in an alleyway, it is unsurprising that the brunette was not met with smiles or niceties, but instead venom and icy glares.

     It had been a rather short encounter, where knuckles turned white from the grasp on the straps of her bag; where the fur on the back of the blonde’s Absol had stood on end to accompany a low, menacing growl. An exchange of words-- pleas to hear him out met with Serea, rightfully, claiming there was nothing left to be discussed, and to leave her be. It had only been when the dark-type, her beloved Myrthe, had moved in front of the young woman that the other trainer conceded, and left with shoulders hunched and hands stuffed into pockets.

     What Serena had not expected, however, was that someone else could have been watching the situation unfold. It is a voice, familiar and yet also not, that hits her ears, and prompts the champion to look over her shoulder. Slate blue eyes widen, retreating from their narrowed state into that of a significantly gentler expression. Oh-- this person, they are the one she encountered that other night, right? At the very least, he looks and sounds the same. Or, at least, the same, minus a slightly drunken slur.

          “...Neither,”

     Comes her response, a little flat perhaps, but lacking in the tone it had taken when addressing the other young man. Yet it is enough to coax Myrthe to stand down, to lower her guard ever so slightly as she, too, peers over at the unexpected arrival.

          “It’s... complicated. After what he did, I never want to see him again, and yet... he never understands that, no matter how I say it,”

     A sigh, defeated and heavy passes through Serena’s nose, arms folding themselves over her chest in a light manner-- just enough to soothe the remnants of bubbling, festering anger not directed at the person before. Flirting-- hah. Should that ever happen, the blonde thinks, it would most certainly be done by an imposter and not herself-- never herself. Surely, it was only said in jest; to lighten the aftermath of a rather tense situation.

          “So, I guess if I had to pick... Starting a fight would be closest.”

[ficswithrimi]

Golden (Chapter 13)

First: Chapter 1

Last: Chapter 12

Next: Final Chapter (Pt. 1)

A/N: Raise your hand if you thought I forgot about this story or gave up on it? Jokes on you, cuz I haven’t forgotten the story that has brought me so much joy! And the next chapter is the last chapter. I’d like to sincerely apologize for the long wait! My life has been hectic since the last update. I moved from the USA to South Korea where I work lit ALL the time and my passion for writing actually died somewhere in July. However, as of late, my writer’s block lifted and I’m writing again! Golden Chapter 14 (Final) is slated for a 2020 release so I will see you next year! Thank you for your patience~ Just wait a little longer! I love you! Bye!

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T-minus Five Days Until the CW Final

           “And finished!” You let out a sigh of relief as you confirmed your classes for the following semester. Since you would be finishing up your GE requirements this semester, you could 100% focus on your major for the following one. After officially declaring your major in dance Wednesday, it felt as if a load of stress fell from your shoulders. However, you still had other stressors that prevented you from feeling the peace you’ve been missing since October. Not only did Monday start Finals Week, but it also meant that on Wednesday, Jungkook would reveal himself to the world – okay, maybe just the campus – that he was Golden. You already imagined the day was going to go down in history for your university. There had been rumors tossed around in the last CW class this morning that ranged from plausible to ridiculous. Most were ridiculous, however. The wildest one you heard was that the university’s president was going to make a guest appearance and give Jungkook – Golden – a key to the school. The more reasonable one, and the one you chose to believe from past events, was that the Golden Search Party from Junmyeon’s party a couple of months ago managed to get the university’s news team to record the final and hold interviews after.

           Chloe and you had sat in the back of the auditorium – as usual – where all the rumors were being thrown. However, you remembered glancing to the front and seeing people whispering and glancing around the auditorium as well – as if trying to see if anyone would slip up last minute that they were Golden by the rumors being told. Jungkook, as always, had played it cooled. He and Taehyung just sat at front, not really paying attention to the professor as she explained the rundown on how the final would work. The final…

           The final on the blog that you deleted out of anger. You literally had less than a week to figure something out. You could always recreate the blog, but your professor would be able to clearly tell that your blog was new. To be honest, when you first signed up for the class, you imagined it’d be Chloe to fail as she barely showed up and didn’t take the blog assignment seriously. However, it now seemed everything backfired as you would be the one to fail the class because of your missing blog.

           Letting out a frustrated groan, you gripped your hair and dropped your head to the desk.

           “You literally just went from relieved to stressed out in the matter of two minutes,” Chloe nonchalantly commented as she laid on her bed, flipping through a magazine. The bed creaked as the young woman sat up and turned her attention to you. “What’s wrong? Finals? Jungkook? Taehyun-“

           “Ugh!” You let out another groan as she mentioned Taehyung. He had been texting to ask to hang out almost every day. Every time a message popped up, you’d immediately ignored it. You already knew he was into you and wanted to go on another “date.” However, your feelings were clearly for someone else – someone that also happened to be a good friend of his.

           “Lemme tell good ole’ Tae Tae,” Chloe smirked as she cracked her knuckles. At the sound of this, your head popped up.

           “You’re not telling him. I’m telling him,” You frowned at the woman as she shrugged.

           “Sure, okay.” she said as she plopped back down. “I can see it now. It’s your wedding day and as you walk down the aisle, your eyes shift to the man you’re marrying, Taehyung, but slowly they go over to Jungkook, who is standing beside Taehyung, and immediate regret washes over your face cuz it should’ve been him you were marrying. If only you told Taehyung the truth in your sophomore year of college…”

           Rolling your eyes, you stood up from your chair and looked towards Chloe. “For someone who skipped out on CW for nearly the entire semester, you sure have an imaginative mind.”

           “Of course. All aspiring actors need to have more than one talent in them,” Chloe smirked. “But seriously, what are you gonna do?”

           “I’m gonna tell him… tonight?”

           “Tonight?” Chloe grinned mischievously. “Oh, when? Where? I wanna be the-“

           “No! I’m telling him alone, Chloe,” You frowned towards her.

           “Fine, fine,” she waved you off. “So, what are you going to say? How you like the real Golden and not him, the imposter?”

           “Taehyung never told me if he was Golden or not so calling him an imposter is a little…” You scrunched your nose. You never thought of what you would say to Taehyung when you met up with him. Obviously, you had to come up with something before asking him out. You could always just tell him that you don’t share the same feelings as he does. He didn’t have to know why or who your real feelings were for. Still… did he have the right to know? How would he feel if he saw you and Jungkook…?

           But did Jungkook even have feelings for you? Were you the only one that harbored a crush between the two of you? It was silly to assume just because he, as Golden, held similar feelings because of the lowkey flirting he did and the hints he responded to his anons with. It was his online personality, after all. The outside Jungkook was a quite shy young man. He’s only opened up to you within the past two weeks despite knowing him for almost three months. When he did, however, you felt the connection. He was really easy to talk to once he felt comfortable. Sometimes you did see his Golden personality come out through the real him and-

           Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

           You blinked as your left your thoughts to look at your phone. Another text message… from Taehyung.

           “Golden Wannabe, again?” Chloe casually asked as she went back to flipping through her magazine.

           “Stop calling him that,” You glared slightly at her as you opened your messages. Glancing over the message, it was exactly what you had expected. Gliding your fingers carefully over the letters to say your response, you nervously bit your bottom lip. It was now or never, you guess.

                                                          ~!~

Jungkook’s POV

           It was a typical Friday night for Jungkook. He was spending his evening with two of his best buddies – Jimin and Taehyung – in their dorm, planning what the night had in store for them. Of course, there wasn’t as many options to hang out as usual as finals were happening the upcoming weeks and that meant the students who usually worked at the hangout spots, such as the student center or arcade, were off studying for what could make or break their college career. Jungkook had been studying and prepping for his finals all week and would return to studying tomorrow so he chose tonight to relax a bit. Luckily, Jimin and Taehyung had the same mindset.

           However, instead of planning what and where the trio would be going, they sat in the dorm, listening to Taehyung complain about Y/N and how she never responds to his texts asking them to hang out. Jimin tried to explain to his friend that Y/N took finals seriously and was probably stressing over them – Jungkook knew he was not wrong as he recalled how the girl acted during midterms- and to give her time. Though Taehyung understood, he didn’t accept that for an answer. After Y/N’s bizarre disappearing act on Wednesday, he was more determined to see her and ask what was going on. He knew it had to be more than just ‘stressing over finals.’ Jungkook couldn’t lie. He wondered what happened that day, too. Jungkook had run into her at the counselor’s office later in the day where she declared her major. She had looked as if she wanted to tell him something else before his counselor had called him inside. Since then, she hasn’t really reached out to talk to him. Out of the three in the dorm, Y/N had only contacted Jimin.

           “She only asked me to meet her on Sunday,” Jimin shrugged as he explained to the other guys – mostly Taehyung as Jungkook was in his own thoughts – why Y/N messaged him earlier in the day. Jimin didn’t see the big deal as he was considered Y/N’s closest guy friend next to Namjoon.

           “Why doesn’t she want to meet with me? Did I mess up our date that badly?” Taehyung sighed as he threw his head back to stare solemnly at the ceiling.

           “Y/N said it wasn’t a date…” Jungkook mumbled as he scrolled through his messages on his blog.

           Anon: Dnt understimate my listening skills, Golden! I will find you out BEFORE Wednesday!

Anon: Have you heard the rumors in CW?! I heard the mayor is coming to see your reveal!!

                       Those were only some of the messages Jungkook had been receiving since finals were rapidly approaching. He thought it was ridiculous how everyone was making his reveal some humongous event for the school. Namjoon had even told him that some classes were holding viewing parties as some classmates – and even the school’s news team – were planning to record his final. Though it made the young man nervous, what Jungkook cared the most about was receiving a decent grade and, more so, impressing Y/N.

           “I thought it was a date! She didn’t think so?” Taehyung’s eyes widened as Jungkook’s words circled in his mind.

           Jimin laughed nervously as he saw a wave of worry wash over his best friend and roommate’s face. “Y/N’s really… uh… picky with her words? So, even if she thought it was a date, she-“

           “She clearly said the night you asked her out that it wasn’t a date.” Jungkook bluntly said as he looked up from his phone. Jimin threw the younger man a look as he shrugged. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s mouth fell open.

           “I-I thought it was a date! I thought it was known it was a date! All those times she sat up front in the class beside me and let me walk her back to her dorm! I thought she was into me!”

           “Look, Tae, Y/N… she thinks you’re cool but…,” Jimin glanced at Jungkook again with a knowing face. Jungkook arched a curious brow at the junior as he tried to read his expression. His eyes widened as a previous thought came back to him. Jimin knew he was Golden. He knew Y/N had feelings for Golden meaning she had feelings for him.

           “Maybe… you guys are wrong. I’ll ask her to meet me again!” Taehyung reached for his phone.

           “I don’t think that’s a good idea, dude. I mean, she hasn’t been responding to your texts all week, right?” Jimin said.

           “Yeah but I need to know how she feels.” Taehyung said as he began to rapidly type his message. “I want to tell her how I feel!”

           Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach at his words. Though he knew Y/N liked him – or Golden which was technically him – what if after Taehyung’s confession, Y/N began to realize her feelings for him? Granted, she was already under the impression that Tae was Golden and said how they weren’t similar in real life – which makes sense considering Jungkook is Golden – but what if she decided to begin to know Taehyung and fall for him? Taehyung was a much more outgoing guy than Jungkook which anyone could tell  as he wasn’t afraid to ask the girl outside despite being ignored. If it were Jungkook, he would’ve given up the first time he was brushed off. However, Taehyung seemed determined to win Y/N over and, don’t get it wrong, Jungkook wanted to express his feelings to Y/N as well… he just needed time. Exactly five days to be exact.

           “Tae, wait! What if the one Y/N likes is Gol-“

           “And sent!” Taehyung grinned his boxy grin as usual. However, it wavered slightly as nerves began to eat the boy up. Jungkook was a little surprised at this as Taehyung had always appeared over-confident when it came to approaching girls he liked. “What were you saying Jimin?”

           “Ah… nothing…” Jimin scratched the back of his head.

           Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

           Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked at message on his phone. Immediately, a more confident grin broke out on his face. Jimin and Jungkook both knew that could only mean one thing…

           “She agreed! She responded! We’re gonna meet on Monday after out finals are done! This is it, guys!” Excitement filled Taehyung’s eyes as he grinned at his two friends. Blinded by his joy, he didn’t notice the nervous smile Jimin threw at him and the distant, blank look on Jungkook’s face.

           “That’s great but-“

           “I gotta go! I’m meeting Sungjae to go over our final project!” Taehyung said as he grabbed his bookbag and headed for the door. “See you guys later!”

           Taehyung slammed the door behind him as he left, causing the room to shake a little from the force. Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh he had been holding in and gripped his hair with his hands. This was not working out. Why did he and his friend have to share the same feelings for the same girl? It wasn’t going to work out for one of them. Best case scenario was that she’d turn down both boys. Besides, both Vmusic95 and Golden had been stressing the woman out for the entirety of the semester. She’s been harassed online by strangers, forced to go to parties and dance in front of large crowds, gotten into fights with her best friend over it, and who knows what other turmoil it caused the rising junior.

           “So…” Jimin said, breaking Jungkook from his thoughts. “I’m sure you figured it out by now but I kinda sorta know you’re Golden…”

           Jungkook looked up at Jimin. “From Chloe?”

           Jimin simply nodded his head. “Chloe.”

           It wasn’t a surprise the blonde told Jimin. He figured it was her who spilled that week everyone went to dinner together. Jungkook let out a slight laugh which caused Jimin to question him.

           “So, if you’re Golden… that means Y/N…”

           “Likes me. Yeah…” Jungkook chuckled darkly. “She thinks I’m Vmusic95 and earlier this week… she told me that she likes Golden…”

           “The biggest crush, honestly,” Jimin mumbled as he recalled the times the girl would smile dreamily at her phone – like a creep – while scrolling on her blog or blush whenever Golden – Jungkook – would casually mention her. Shaking his head, he looked back to the man. “So…”

           “Golden…” Jungkook sighed, “…Has the biggest crush on her, too.”

~!~

T-Minus Three Days Until the CW Final

             The campus was freaking out. Lines at the various coffee shops had waiting numbers as students stood in line impatiently awaiting their drinks after pulling all-nighters from constant studying. The student union building was so quiet that one could hear the howl of the outside winter wind. Several students even claimed to have witnessed a tumbleweed roll by it. The library was beyond capacity limit and had begun redirecting students to other buildings to study since Friday evening. Freshmen shook in their boots from witnessing the nerves of their seniors – also because it was cold outside but whatever – as their heads violently twisted left and right to watch the plethora of sophomores, juniors, and seniors rushing back and forth on campus. Meanwhile, there were the high performing students who laughed conceitedly as they performed well enough throughout the semester to be exempt from nearly all their exams. They were able to sit in their dorm lounges and sip on whatever warm drinks that protected them from the outside cold. Meanwhile, professors sat in teacher lounges, laughing evilly as they thought up thousands of impossible to answer questions – non-multiple choice, of course - to slap on their finals and making final papers have a 10-page, 12,000 word – 12-font, single spacing, and no, the title and your name doesn’t count - minimum requirement. At least, that was what was rumored around the university.

           Yes, Finals Week brought out the worst in everyone. Then there were the other half of the students who lazed around for the semester and began to panic as they realized if they didn’t pass their exams, they’d have to either retake the class, or worse, be on academic probation. Unfortunately, you fell in the latter half of how students were the final week of school all because of one class – creative writing. Earlier in the semester, you would’ve been freaking out about your Chemistry final, but, after passing the midterm with a high enough score, you were exempt. In fact, you were exempt from three out of five of your exams – dance and creative writing. Thinking about the cursed class sent anxiety shooting through your body. Why did you delete your blog out of anger? How were you going to make up for three-month’s worth of content – even if your blog was sort of boring – in three days?

           “Have I mentioned-“

           “How much you hate me because I took the last spot in technology that you needed to complete your GE requirements and I’m the reason you’re in creative writing and why all of this is happening to you,” Jimin rolled his eyes as he watched you butterfly stretch beside him. Your dance exam was tomorrow and Jimin and you were getting one last practice in before the early morning exam.

           “I’m glad you agree,” You grumbled as you stretched your legs in front of you. Tori Kelly’s Paper Hearts was playing in the background as you both loosened up. The dance final consisted of a made-up choreography to any song you wanted. Jimin not only choreographed a dance but he did it for his own song. You swore him along with Namjoon, Yoongi, and maybe Hoseok, too, were going to form some sort of boyband one day. It’d be even funnier if it turned out Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jin could sing well and joined them, too. Dusting yourself off as you stood up, you turned to look at the older boy. “Seriously, what am I gonna do, Jiminnie?

           “You’ll think of something, Y/N. You’ve come this far, right? I’m sure your professor knows about Golden’s popularity. Just blame it on those asshole anons as to why you deleted your blog.”

           It wasn’t technically a lie. The anons you received throughout the day just because Golden acknowledged you were vicious. Some of the messages you had received did make you want to delete your blog at times or at least turn off messaging. But, if you would’ve turned off messaging, you wouldn’t of have been able to talk to Vmusic95 – Golden – or the few decent anons you received. Still, you couldn’t find it in you to use that as to why you weren’t prepared for your final. You had to come up with something.

           “Do you think I can reblog three-months of material within the span of two days?” You asked Jimin as he turned on the song he was dancing to for his final. He said it was called Serendipity.

           “No.”

           “Thanks.”

           “Stop stressin’ over it. Think of something else. Like… your date with Taehyung tonight,” Jimin wriggled his eyebrows at you only to earn a groan. “Just kidding… I know… you don’t like Taehyung in that way.”

           “Huh?” Your eyes widened. You don’t think you told Jimin about how your first date with his roommate went so how would he know? Did Chloe spill to him about it?

           “Don’t hurt his feelings too badly tonight, okay?” was all Jimin said as the song began to play over the speakers. You tried to focus on his dance, but your mind kept going back to his words. Great, now you had to worry not only about your creative writing final but Taehyung’s feelings as well. Why couldn’t your life be normal and the only thing you had to worry about was waking up on time for your finals. Sighing, you decided to try and watch your close friend move effortlessly to the beat of his song while thinking of ways to not hurt anyone’s feelings within the next couple of days.

                                                        ~!~    

           Since everyone was mostly busy with preparing for the start of finals tomorrow – or in a couple of hours if you were one of those people – the dining halls were practically empty. And when the dining halls were empty, you’d thing there’d be a ton of fresh food available and no shortages because no one was there, right? Wrong. During finals, students would load up on to-go trays to bring back to their dorms. It was busier than ever this time of year because of the amounts of students that would come as soon as the halls opened to grab all the food and leave as quickly as they’d come. Usually if one found a break between their studying in the evening, the best option to restock on food was to go to the nearby McDonalds. You could only imagine the chaos that was happening in there on this Sunday night.

           So that’s why Taehyung decided to settle on the dining halls for your evening out! If you weren’t planning on rejecting the man’s feelings for you tonight, then you’d be a little upset with his choice of grabbing food. You sat in front of the brown-haired 20-year-old and stared at what was supposed to be spaghetti with meatballs. The noodles were overcooked, however, and the meatballs were almost nonexistent as everyone knew it was the best thing about the dish and usually overloaded their plates with them. You managed to scoop out the last one and you ate that about five minutes ago.

           “Sorry, I thought McDonald’s would be busy…” Taehyung laughed nervously as he saw you twirl your spaghetti noodles around your fork with no intentions of consuming it.

           “It’s fine… thanks for… uh… inviting me out?” You gave him a weak smile as you shifted your eyes away from his staring saddened ones. He had been looking at you with those eyes since he came to pick you up from your dorm. At first, you thought he was mad about something. Especially because it was Chloe who answered the door when he knocked with a, “Oh, it’s the annoying can’t-take-a-hint guy that’s friends with Park.” Before she could say anything else to the boy, you dragged her away by her arm. Still, after the awkward greetings and on the walk to hall, you noticed he didn’t give off an upset demeanor, but a sad one.

           “It’s no problem…” He gave you a lopsided grin – opposite from his usually boxy one. You felt your hands sweat from the nerves you felt. Something was obviously off. You wanted to ask what was wrong with him, but you were afraid of the answer he’d give. Was he upset because you ignored his messages up until now? Shouldn’t he be happy you finally agreed? Or… worse? What if he knew you knew he wasn’t Golden – that he was Vmusic95? What if he was waiting for you to expose him at any given moment? Of course, you’d never do that. You’ve known Jungkook was Golden for almost a couple of days and the thought of exposing him hadn’t cross your mind not once. What if-

           “So… what made you finally agree to come with me tonight?” Taehyung arched a brow at you as he pushed his untouched food aside.

           “I… uh” Shit. You knew he was upset about you ignoring him. “I’ve been busy studying for finals. I kinda take them really seriously…”

           “Yeah… Jimin told me,” was all he said. You shot him a nervous smile as he looked at you. He didn’t return the gesture. Clearing your throat, you picked up your glass of water and looked towards the TV screen as you took a sip. Immediately, you began to cough as the screen flashed a “Breaking News” banner across it from the university’s news team. Apparently, they had been granted permission to record Golden’s big reveal. It was breaking because not only was your professor allowing it, but the university’s president was allowing it as well. It’d be the first time a final exam would be aired on live – yes, live – television.

           “Wow…” Taehyung breathed out as he stared at the screen, too.

           “They’re really taking this Golden thing seriously, huh?” You nervously laughed as you took another sip of your water.

           “You know Golden, right?” Taehyung suddenly asked, causing you to choke again on your water. Clearing your throat and grabbing a napkin to wipe your mouth, you looked up at him.

           “U-uh everyone knows Golden!”

           “Yeah… everyone,” He seemed to search for the right words to say as it became silent between the two of you. “Would you… believe me… if I told you I was Golden?”

           “H-huh?!” Your eyes widened. There was no way he was Golden. No chance. Chloe had confirmed Jungkook was Golden. Still, did she ever really give you evidence that Golden was Jungkook? What if Golden really was Taehyung as you thought all along? Your heart pounded in your ears as you stared at Taehyung. He seemed to search your eyes before speaking again.

           “Would you be okay knowing I was Golden?”

           You gulped nervously. How could you tell him that you’d be really disappointed if he was Golden? You’d finally accept Golden as Jungkook and just knowing that made you so happy. You liked Jungkook before you even knew he was Golden. It was just like the Little Mermaid where Eric realized Ariel was the girl he’d been searching for all along. Golden – Jungkook – has been right beside you all along since you first met him in that café with Namjoon.

           “You don’t have to answer. Your face says it all. I’m… not Golden…” Taehyung smiled sadly at you as your eyes widened. You felt your heart drop again at his following words. “I’m not… the one you like… even if I was Golden… I still don’t think you’d like me…”

           “Taehyung-“

           “No, it’s fine! Trust me! I’ll be okay! I just… I just wanted you to know the truth. That’s actually why I invited you out tonight. Thank God you said yes, or you’d had to find out the truth on Wednesday like the rest of the campus,” he chuckled. “I still… can’t reveal who Golden really is, but I think you’ll be really happy when you find out.”

           You felt as if a cat had snatched your tongue as you didn’t know how to respond him. This wasn’t what you were expecting when he asked you out. You assumed he’d admit his feelings for you or something – not admit he wasn’t Golden. He must��ve picked up on your confused emotions as he suddenly stood up.

           “Well… tomorrow’s finals. I gotta… go study. You should study, too. See you on Wednesday?” He threw another off-grin towards you.

           “Taehyung I-…” You let out a heavy sigh as you gained your voice back. “I’m sorry…”

           “No worries! Thanks for meeting me! I’ll catch you later, okay?” He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder where he let it linger briefly before removing it and walking away. Somehow, you felt like he transferred the weight of his emotions to you as your chest felt heavy with regret and sorrow. Sighing, you sat further back into the chair you sat in as Taehyung’s words continued to swirl inside your mind. When was this nightmare going to end? You could only pray for Wednesday…

                                                          ~!~

T-Minus One Day Until the CW Final

             “I repeat! T-minus ONE day until the shitshow that is this CW final!” Chloe jumped on you as you laid in bed with the blankets covering your entire body. Usually, you’d yell at the girl for jumping on you suddenly, but you weren’t in the mood for picking a fight with her. You were stressed to the point that you had shut down completely Not only was your deleted blog due tomorrow morning, but you kept replaying Sunday’s night out with Taehyung in your head. The only thing that distracted you from your thoughts was your dance final yesterday that you were sure you aced. Even then, it was a minute or two of bliss before the dance was over and your thoughts clouded your mind again.

           Seeing you not respond to her jumping on you, Chloe poked out her lips and crossed her arms. “Y/N, I know you’re upset about hurting Taehyung’s feelings and all, but he seems like a strong guy. He’ll move on.”

           “Taehyung… final… creative writing… fail… blog,” You incoherently mumbled from your underneath your covers. Chloe just blinked confusedly at you as a heavy sigh escaped your  mouth. Getting frustrated with your moping, Chloe climbed off you before tearing your covers from you. You groaned loudly as you grabbed for your pillow to cover your head with. Unfortunately, you were a bit slow and Chloe snatched that away, too.

           “Laying in bed all day and crying over a deleted blog isn’t gonna help your situation. How about getting your ass up and throwing some random things together? We have less than 24 hours until the final.” Chloe said.

           “I can’t do that. It’ll look like I just started the project the night before.”

           “Well….” Chloe stretched out the “l” as she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. “It would be kinda true since you rage deleted your blog.”

           “Just let me accept my failure,” You frowned as you outstretched your hand towards the girl to ask for your pillow and blankets back. Chloe returned your look and tossed the objects to her bed.

           “No! Listen,” Chloe’s eyes shifted to her digital clock on her nightstand. “I have to go to my final but when I get back, you better be making your new blog and not in bed.”

           “I have no idea-“

           “Ask Golden,” She smirked at you as a faint blush crawled up your neck. “Bye!”

           You jumped slightly as she shut the door with a loud bang. Sighing, you ran your fingers through your hair. Chloe was right. You had to think of something for your blog. Maybe you could be like her and make posts about your daily struggles in life. Of course, hers was more about her unrequited love for Namjoon but still. You had enough material to practically write a novel about what’s happened within the past three months. However, you didn’t really want to share with the world – or your classmates – about your drama surrounding Golden – Jungkook – and everything else that’s happened. Maybe your only option was to just reblog some random pictures and call it a day. You could make up some story about the concept of your blog. It wasn’t like your original blog had an in-depth meaning anyway. You had planned to explain how the blog showed your interest in both dancing and cooking. It wasn’t anything special.

           Deciding that Chloe was right and sitting in your bed wasn’t going to help you get anything accomplished. Biting your bottom lip, you nervously reached for your cellphone and pulled up Jungkook’s number. You hadn’t seen the freshman since that day you ran into him at the counselor’s office. Maybe he could give you an idea. He was Golden after all, right? Your thumb hovered over the send button after typing up a text asking him to meet you someplace. Admittedly, you were a bit nervous to be alone with the boy now that you knew he was Golden. Your mind would occasionally go back to the morning you told him about your feelings for Golden under the impression he was Vmusic95. No wonder his face had been so red when you told him. And on top of that you kissed his cheek. Yikes.

           Too busy overthinking, you didn’t notice your thumb twitch slightly – just enough to send the message to Jungkook.

           Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

           My final ends at 3pm. I can meet you there at 4. :) -Jungkook

                                                           ~!~

           Jungkook’s POV

           “Hoping that you won’t forget…”

           Yoongi gave Jungkook a thumbs up as he finally finished the song he’d been preparing for the past week for his big reveal. The freshman wanted it to be nearly perfect as it was now confirmed the school’s new team was coming to record the entirety of the creative writing final. Jungkook thought it was a pretty dumb idea as the class was about 200 students and since Golden was a mystery to everyone, they’d have to sit through and record every final. There was a rumor that the news team received a “lead” paper where the professor provided them with a roster of the class and marked each student’s name with a star as to who she thought could possibly be Golden. From what Taehyung told him, Jungkook’s name was not marked.

           Jungkook didn’t want the reveal perfect just for the news team, however. He also needed it to be nearly perfect because not only was he revealing himself to the school but to Y/N as well. He thought hard about rather telling her personally or the route he had chosen. The downside to revealing himself to her along with the school is that she could be angry at him for not telling her sooner. Then again, she had to understand it was part of his blog idea. Besides, how would the school know his reveal was also a personal reveal – and possible confession – for the girl?

           “So, what’s the plan? You’re just gonna stand on the stage as this plays in the background and say something like, ‘Hey I’m Golden?’” Yoongi arched a brow at the brown-haired boy as he exited the studio. He pulled out the flash drive and handed it to Jungkook whose eyes were glued to his phone. The amount of anons he had been receiving since the “breaking news” last night was ridiculous. He was overwhelmed with all the messages. Yoongi arched a brow at him as he didn’t receive answer. “Yo? You good?”

           Jungkook looked up from his phone and to Yoongi. The senior could see the stress and exhaustion in Jungkook’s brown eyes. It was true – Jungkook was tired of maintaining his blog. Golden wasn’t supposed to become as huge as it had become. There was literally nowhere on campus or in the surrounding area where Jungkook didn’t hear his blog mentioned. Don’t get it wrong, he was happy that his music taste could connect with such a large amount of people but, the messages that ranged from love confessions to trying to gather information to stalk him was just too much. He just wanted it to be over.

           “I’m fine… thanks… for everythin-“

           Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

           Jungkook let out a groan as his phone cut him off. It was probably another message. Turning his phone on briefly, his glanced down at the screen to see it was a text from Y/N. Eyes widening with sudden excitement, the boy shoved the flash drive with his cover song on it into his pocket and immediately began tapping away. Yoongi only smirked at the sight as he saw a brief smile appear on Jungkook’s face. He didn’t even need to ask who it was.

           “Guessing you have to go now?” Yoongi chuckled as he watched Jungkook pull on his jacket.

           “Yeah. I have a final and then I’m hanging out with Y/N,” Jungkook’s face reddened as he said her name. Yoongi only chuckled a little louder. Jungkook made it obvious he had a crush on the sophomore.

           “Hey… before you go…” Yoongi placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder to stop him. Jungkook arched a brow at Yoongi in response. “You should consider stop reading all those messages I’m sure Golden is getting. Can be a bit too much to handle with it being finals week and stuff, you know? No need to be stressing over a blog that will be ending soon and finals, okay?”

           Jungkook seemed to be in thought for a bit about Yoongi’s advice before nodding his head and giving him a smile. “Thanks…”

           “No problem… now leave me alone. I’ve done enough for Golden this semester,” Yoongi shooed off the freshman.

                                                            ~!~

           Your POV

           This was like deja-vu. You were sitting in the same little sandwich café off campus that you and Namjoon loved to study at. Your laptop was with you as you were waiting for the arrival of your other party except it wasn’t Namjoon  you were waiting for this time. It was Jungkook. The café happened to also be the place where you first met him. You remembered thinking how shy he was when you first met him. Granted, you were shy as well but not as much as him. You will admit, you weren’t that interested in the boy the first time you met him – he was just another one of Namjoon’s millions of friends. If the current you would’ve told the you from three months ago that you’d develop feelings for that same shy boy who also turned out to be the mysterious music blogger you were obsessed with, you definitely wouldn’t believe yourself.

           It was almost 4:10 as you sipped on the hot cocoa you had ordered. Concluding that Jungkook’s final may be taking a little longer than expected, you decided to open the blog site. One thing you accomplished this morning after Chloe had left was creating a URL for your new blog. You still didn’t have an idea of what to do but hey, it was a start. Instead of going with DancerCookies again, you decided on BeautifulDancer. It was a song rec Jungkook did a while ago. You thought he may have recommended it for you discreetly since the day he posted it, you had told him about your struggle with choosing a major. Of course, you could’ve been completely wrong, and he just really liked that song and wanted to encourage others.

           You scrolled through some blog pages before stopping on one. Eyes widening, you clicked on the name of the blog – “Falling in Love with a Senior That Will Be Graduating Next Semester: The Sad Story of Chloe C.” Chloe’s blog! She updated it? You noticed that she had just posted a blog update. Titled, “Not All Princesses Receive Their Prince Charming’ – which received an eyeroll from you – you scanned through the post. It had to be the most normal post Chloe had made since making her blog. She still used acronyms to keep the obvious identities hidden, but she mainly talked about coming to terms that, “Sometimes people don’t return your feelings” and “You can’t force someone to like you.” She also mentioned how that the post would be her final update on the blog as, “This stupid blog assignment ends tomorrow and so does this blog.” You had to admit, you were proud of how Chloe had matured over the past three months. Yes, she was still your beloved wild Chloe, but ever since the Namjoon incident, she seemed to back away from the senior. You chuckled as you remembered the song Namjoon wrote for her. You wondered how Chloe would quickly change up this post after she learned that Namjoon actually did return her feelings for him. That, however, was something that they would have to talk to each other about. The last time you revealed something to Chloe regarding Namjoon, it ended in a week-long fight.

           As you clicked away from her blog, you heard the jingle of the door and saw Jungkook walk in, hands stuffed in his padded jacket and face buried in his scarf. Your face reddened as his eyes searched the café before landing on you. He threw his bunny-like grin at you as he quickly made his way towards you.

           “Sorry I’m late!” He apologized as he removed his jacket. He was wearing a gray Puma sweat suit and white sneakers. He must’ve recently gotten a haircut because, despite his bangs still being down and slightly disheveled – much to your annoyance – his hair looked shorter. Several silver earrings accompanied his ears – one in the right ear and two in the left and a silver watch on his wrist. It was a very simple, causal look but you couldn’t help but stare. He looked so… cute. Not the same “cute” you thought when you first met him and thought he had a baby face and looked adorable. No – he looked cute as if he matured more into a man within the last three months.

           “It’s okay! I only got here five minutes ago,” You shifted your eyes elsewhere to stop staring at him. You knew he didn’t believe you when he eyed your nearly empty mug of cocoa.

           “Sure…” He laughed it off as he sat down. “So… what’s up?”

           “H-huh? Oh! Um… just wanted… to hang out?” You laughed nervously as closed your laptop to give Jungkook your full attention.

           “On finals week? That’s unlike you.”

           “Oh, and you know me so well now, huh?” You playfully smirked at him which caused his face to turn red. He was so cute. There was a brief silence between the two of you as you both tried to think of what to say to one another. You wanted to ask him what he was planning to do to reveal himself tomorrow but then he’d know you knew who he was – as well as your increasing feelings for him.

           “Thought of a blog idea yet?” He suddenly asked, taking you away from your mind. You let out a heavy sigh as you sunk back into the booth you sat in. “I take that as a no…”

           “The only thing I’ve done is create an empty blog page. I have no idea what to put on it.”

           “Hm…” Jungkook tried to think of something to tell you for your blog.

           “Think if I write a post about cats, she’ll give me an A?” You asked as you sat up. Everyone in the class knew of the professor’s weakness for the fluffy furballs.

           “I’d say a C- at the most,” Jungkook chuckled. You sucked your teeth at him before sinking back in your chair. Another silence between you two as you both pondered what you could do for your blog to save your grade. Well, at least you wondered about it. You didn’t know what Jungkook was thinking. Occasionally, you’d both make eye contact with one another and give shy smiles and giggles. Though it was silent between you both, you felt completely comfortable. You couldn’t wait for him to reveal himself tomorrow. You could finally talk to him about his music taste and share songs with another. Maybe you could even make him a  mixtape of your favorite songs – if people still even did that. There was so much you wanted to talk to him about but his secret of being Golden was holding you back. It felt like there was a part of him you both knew about but couldn’t discuss. It was agonizing. You wanted to know so much more about Jungkook so your feelings could grow for him – or fade out depending on what you learned. However, you don’t think it was possible for you to stop liking him.

           Just as he was about to say something, both of your phones started to violently go off along with several others in the café. Thinking it was a severe weather alert, you whipped out your phone and to your surprise – it was your school’s newspaper posting a “Breaking News” article about how “The Infamous Golden turns off messaging hours before his big reveal!” Your eyes widened at the article and immediately your eyes glance at Jungkook who was still looking at his phone. He seemed slightly annoyed by the article.

           “Golden is making everyone go crazy, huh?” You laughed nervously as you set down your phone. Jungkook tore his eyes away from the article and looked at you. His face still seemed tensed.

           “Is Golden still making you feel crazy?” He suddenly asked, taking you by surprise. You felt your mouth go dry as you searched for a proper response in your head. There was no way you could let him know you knew who he was. You avoided his eye contact as he seemed to try to search for an answer within them.

           “Uh… not really? My… um… blog was deleted! So, I haven’t really been on the app to see what he’s up to. And he obviously can’t message me because I deleted and all… and he doesn’t know my new blog name… so…”

           Jungkook seemed to think about your answer before nodding his head as if accepting it. You let out a nervous chuckle as you chugged down the remainder of your now cold cocoa.

           “Golden makes me crazy…” You heard Jungkook mumble.

           “Yeah, but after tomorrow, no more Golden, right?” A wavering smile appeared on your lips.

           “Yeah… no more Golden…”

                                                           ~!~

           You sat at your desk in your dorm, one foot in the chair as the other hung loosely. It was 11:30pm and you still hadn’t thought about what to do with your blog. You had tried going on the app again after leaving Jungkook, but it was going crazy with the news of Golden closing his inbox. The school somehow made the hashtags #GoldenIsComing and #GoldensReveal trend nationwide. It was insane. No wonder Jungkook was stressed. He wasn’t the only one, though. When you were brushing your hair a few minutes ago, you could’ve sworn more strands came out than normal. It had to be from all the stress the semester put you through and is still putting you through. Tomorrow would be the end of things but you were no way prepared.

           “Y/N!” Chloe suddenly came bursting into your dorm room along with Jimin. You didn’t know where the girl was this late at night with only a couple of hours before the final – or why Jimin was with her – but you assumed she was out with her other friends. Unlike you, Chloe was prepared for the final. Funny… she didn’t even show up to class and she was prepared. “Did you hear?!”

           “Golden closed his inbox?” You shrugged. It had literally happened hours ago. It’s all everyone around campus had been talking about for the rest of the day. In fact, when Jungkook was walking you back to your dorm, you both heard people gossiping about it. He looked annoyed from it while you had thrown him worried glances.

           “No! Taehyung!” Jimin said as they both ran up to you and shoved their phones in your face. Both were on different pages. The one on Jimin’s phone revealed the homepage for Vmusic95 and on it, as clear as a day and in bold letters, there was a post that said:

           Hello! Kim Taehyung here! I was gonna reveal myself tomorrow but… I thought I’d do it now. I’m VMusic95. Can’t wait to present my blog tomorrow to everyone! See you then! – Tae (V)

           Your eyes widened as you snatched Jimin’s phone from his hand, earning a “hey!” from him in response. What was going on? Did they plan this? First Jungkook closing his inbox and now Taehyung revealing himself before the final. Would this put Jungkook in danger? Would people suspect him after this? How many of your classmates noticed the two together?

           “Forget about that, Jungkook made his final post as Golden!” Chloe took Jimin’s phone from you and tossed it to her bed, earning another “hey!” from the boy. “And you’ll never guess what it is!”

           “What is it?” You blink confusedly as you took her phone from her. There was a black screen and that only meant that he had done another cover. Where did Jungkook find the time between finals to record a song. More importantly, what song was it? His caption that usually told the song name and gave a brief description as to why he chose the song wasn’t even there. It simply said:

           See you in a  few hours. – Golden

           You pressed the play button on the video and instantly, you felt your entire body freeze over. That song… it was…

           “Paper Hearts…” Jimin said breathlessly as the song filled all your ears. It was the song you absolutely adored. The song you always listened to before you did any dance. Jungkook was the only other person outside of Jimin, Hoseok, and Chloe who knew your love for the song. Taehyung knew about it, but he didn’t seem to care for the song. You knew Jungkook was Golden, but this just confirmed things even more.

           “What is he planning?” Chloe held her chin as she tried to make a connection as to why he would cover this song.

           “Maybe he really likes the song!” Jimin said, receiving an eyeroll from Chloe.

           “Park, are you dense? He didn’t just choose that song just because he likes it. He chose it because…” Chloe looked at you and immediately your face was red as a strawberry as you knew what she was implying.

           “How is he gonna pull this off? I’m so confused. Taehyung didn’t even tell me he planned on revealing himself tonight!” Jimin exclaimed.

           “We’re just gonna have to wait until tomorrow…” Chloe said. Jimin nodded in agreement before turning to you.

           “Good luck, Y/N! You’ll be fine…”

           “I have less than 12 hours before the final,” You frowned at him.

           “Okay, maybe you’ll be fine!” He said as he retrieved his phone from Chloe’s bed. “I gotta go prepare for my finals tomorrow so… see you guys tomorrow?”

           You both just nodded at Jimin as Chloe and you looked at Jungkook’s blog on her phone. Jimin slipped out the room as Chloe grabbed her phone from you. “I don’t know what’s going on but I’m going to bed so I can be on full on detective mode at the final tomorrow.”

           “Chloe…” You groaned. She threw you a mischievous smile as she walked inside your shared bathroom.

           “Don’t worry… I won’t expose Jungkook for being Golden. I just wanna… get some information on something else,” She smirked as she closed the door. Not knowing what she meant by “else” and your thoughts returning to your own blog, you walked over to your bed and faceplanted into the pillow. Letting out a heavy breath, you let your brain wander around for literally any idea. At this point, you were just gonna explain how your blog was blank because “simplicity is sometimes best” or something like that. Your mind drifted back to Jungkook’s cover of Paper Hearts. It was a beautiful cover and made you want to cover the song yourself. Of course, it’d be through dancing and not singing. Your vocals couldn’t handle the vocal legend that is Tori Kelly.

           …

           Suddenly, you shot up from your bed as a light bulb went off above your head. A cover! A dance cover! That was it! You could choreograph a dance to the song! It was clear as day! You’d be able to explain easily why there was only one video of you dancing on your blog – how choreographing a dance takes time just as choosing a major or creating a successful blog or any other event in life. It’s not about the quantity of the blog but the quality. Hopping out your bed, you grabbed your cellphone and room key.

           “Chloe! I will be back in the morning!”

           “Huh?” Chloe said as she stuck her head out of the bathroom door, half of her face still covered with makeup while the other half still intact. She glanced at the time on the clock. 11:59pm. “Y/N, where are you going? It’s late!”

           “Thought of what to do for my blog! I’ll be at the dance studio!” You grinned at her as you rushed out the door. Just as you slammed the door with a loud bang, the time on the clock changed to 12am.

           T-Minus 0 Days Until the CW Final.

D-Day.

[craftyshipper]

Bring Me Home, Chapter 5: Betrayal?

"Now what kind of hero agency isn't ready for the unexpected?" A voice called out through the smoke and flames.

Momo froze as she clamored to her feet.

That voice.

It can't be.

"Shouto?"

Nothing could have ever prepared Momo for the sight of her supposedly dead boyfriend, standing before all of them, his left hand still aflame with his quirk. His breath coming out in an icy puff as a smirk played across his lips.

Too stunned to move, she barely flinched when Bakugo was the first to break the tense air around them.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Not believing that the person before them was their long dead friend, he immediately got into a defensive position despite the cuts that marred his body from the explosion.

"My name is not of importance." He held up his right hand, which held files that Momo immediately recognized. "I just came for these."

Those were her files from the investigation on the male who was breaking into the labs. Was he the one responsible? This didn't make any sense. He isn't supposed to be alive. Did he fake his death? Did he play all of them for fools?

No. She knew Shouto. This imposter, it wasn't him, it couldn't be. Appearance wise yes, but the Shouto she knew would never bring harm to anyone, especially his friends. But she couldn't deny the feeling of dread that spread through her veins, the feeling that she was wrong about him, about all of it.

"Shouto." Momo called out to him as tears gathered in her eyes. "H-how...?" She choked, a sob threatening to break from her.

Blue and gray orbs flickered to her, and her heart skipped a beat when there was no recognition in his gaze. Nothing to confirm that he knew who she was, or who he was attacking. Almost as if...

She paused as Midoriya stepped forward, his face clearly shaken at the sight of his best friend. Before the one for all user could speak up, she forced herself to talk, her throat threatening to freeze up.

"Don't you remember us?" Her voice quivered. "Don't you remember me?"

The red and white haired male glared in her direction, a frown shaping his lips at her words.

"How can I remember someone I've never met?" He sent a blast of fire their way causing all of them to flinch or move back, a chuckle escaping him at their actions. “What’s the matter? Scared?” He taunted.

The way he mocked them wasn’t like Shouto at all. He wasn’t her Shouto. But how could she deny that he was standing right in front of them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jirou shouted. “You died three years ago and now you suddenly show up an attack us? What kind of game are you playing here?”

Jirou’s eyes flickered to her best friend, worried about how this was affecting her.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Quickly shifting his right foot, ice sprouted out and covered them from the knees down, keeping them in place.

Before anyone could react, too stunned to even move. Shouto stepped away and blasted fire into the building once again.

“Heroes? What a joke.”

And he was gone.

__________

“What do we do?”

“He needs to be stopped.”

“Almost half of our team is wounded.”

“Did he fake his death?

“Has he been a villain this whole time?”

Momo heard all of their words, the questions having also gone through her mind. But to hear her friends say them, for them to have that doubt that Shouto never cared about any of them at all...it angered her.

“Stop it!”

Her classmates, minus the eight that were currently hospitalized, stared at Momo from their seats. Each of them bandaged in multiple places, from their cheeks, necks and arms to the ones she couldn’t see hidden underneath their clothing. But she knew they were there, and the guilt that the one she loved did that to them plagued her mind.

“Momo-” Mina started.

“That wasn’t Shouto.” The words alone weren’t enough to even make her believe it. “It can’t be.”

“How do you explain his appearance? His quirk? The scar on his face?” Kirishima stated. “He’s not exactly someone that can be mistaken for another.”

“It can’t...” She repeated, she was in denial, they all knew it.

Jirou, Ashido and Uraraka went to her side to give her a group hug. Asui joined them as soon as she convinced Tokoyami to help her walk over to them, since she sprained her ankle in the attack.

“Momo, I don’t know how we can deny it.”

Sadness filled her. Despite knowing they were right, it didn’t make it any easier. Tears filled her eyes but she forced herself not to cry. Clearing her throat, she stood up, slowly pushing away the girls. The feeling of walls closing in on her made her breathing heavier. She needed to get out of here before she began hyperventilating or going into full on panic attack mode.

“I’m need to go home.”

Before anyone could stop her, Momo grabbed her things and turned to leave the police station. She knew she should have stuck around since Tsukauchi wanted to speak with them about the recent events, but she couldn’t be bothered. Not with the bombshell that was just dropped on her...on all of them. How could this have happened?

“What am I going to tell his Rei?”

Forcing back her tears, she began walking home, not even bothering to call a cab or take the bus. There was too much on her mind and a terrible ache within her chest. An ache she had believed was finally starting to dull after the last three years.

Shouto, what happened to you?

__________

“Come on Kira, come to grandma.”

Rei smiled warmly as Kira made her way to her grandmother, dressed in a frilly pink dress and black flats, a huge smile plastered on her face as she giggled the entire way. Kira had her arms reached out for her grandparent and Rei couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her at the joy that Kira showed so openly.

Despite her smile, a pang of hurt went through her chest as she remembered doing this with Shouto when he was her age. And it didn’t help that she had the same smile that her father had when he had taken up walking.

“She’s growing up so fast.”

The white haired woman sighed as Kira stopped in front of her crouched form and placed her tiny hands in hers.

“Gramma.”

The words slipped out of Kira’s lips and Rei smiled warmly at her granddaughter.The little girl loved to her herself talk and would often repeat words as she walked around the house.

“You are just too precious.” Rei cooed.

Picking her up, she turned just as the door of the apartment opened allowing Momo to walk through with a sullen expression on her face. The older woman had a terrible feeling wash over her in waves and she immediately went to her side, Kira still tucked in her arms.

“Momo, dear, what is wrong?”

The raven-haired woman flinched as her eyes looked to daughter and then to Rei. With trembling lips she leaned against the door and slid down to the floor as sobs wracked her body.

“Momo!” Rei knelt down on the floor and set Kira on her feet before pulling the creation hero into her arms.

“Oh Rei.” Momo sobbed into the blue fabric of Rei’s shirt. “S-Shouto- he- the fires-”

“Ssh, ssh.” Rei hushed her and rocked her gently. “Breathe sweetie, breathe it’s okay.”

“No, i-it’s not.” She hiccuped. “Everything is a mess.” She pulled away and created a tissue from her palm before wiping her eyes and her nose. “Shouto...he’s-”

Rei’s eyes widened as she froze at the words she uttered next.

“-he’s alive.”

__________

The silence that filled the kitchen was too much for Momo to handle as she watched Rei move around to make them tea. It was deafening and she wished the older Todoroki female would say something, anything to fill the quiet air around them.

Kira had fallen asleep not long after she had gotten home, forcing Momo to place her in her bed and leaving her to explain the entire situation to Rei before falling into this bubble of silence.

“Rei?”

Only when she had two steaming mugs of tea in her hands did Rei turn to stare at her. She could see the unshed tears in her gray eyes and it broke Momo’s heart at the sadness that was evident across her features.

“Here.” The white-haired female handed one of the ceramic mugs to her.

Momo took it with thanks, the warmth from the cup reminding her of Shouto’s warm hand that used to hold hers during those long night walks along the beach.

“I’m having trouble understanding all of this.” Rei admitted before she sipped from the gray mug in her hands. “I was there at the hospital the night they informed us that he was dead, Enji and I even identified the body.”

As she said these words, a few tears slipped down her cheeks before they turned to crystals of ice and fell onto the table.

“Oh my.” She wiped furiously at her cheeks a bit embarrassed to have lost control of her quirk like that. “Sorry. I just...remembering that day...I...” She trailed off and let out a shaky breath.

“It’s alright.” The creation hero reached out a hand to place it on Rei’s that was resting on the table, the chill of her skin nearly had Momo flinch away but she managed to bare with it while Rei got it under control. “I know the feeling.”

The women shared a sad smile. The two of them along with Momo’s classmates and Natsuo and Fuyumi, had spent days grieving for Shouto after the funeral. Tears were shed and Momo had come to accept Shouto’s siblings as her own. Not that they hadn’t treated her like a little sister before that, but after Shouto died, it solidified itself in her heart. It helped too that Rei had treated her like a daughter from the moment she was told that her youngest son was dating the creation hero.

With Endeavor it was different, while she didn’t seem like a father figure, she was grateful he had thrown himself into investigating where those Nomu had come from. She figured it was his own way of grieving as well but she couldn’t be sure. With the strained relationship that Shouto and his father had, she wasn’t really sure how either of them really felt about the other, and her boyfriend made it a point to change the topic whenever she brought it up. Maybe he was unsure himself.

Taking a deep breath, Momo stood from her place at the table and grabbed Rei’s empty mug so she could wash them in the sink.

“What are you going to do?”

The question caught her off guard and Momo tensed up as she set the mugs into the drying rack. Honestly she didn’t know what she was going to do. Shouto needed to be stopped. While he hadn’t caused any injuries as of yet, there was always the chance that someone would get caught in the crossfire and she’ll be damned if she let the one she loved cause harm to anyone.

“I’m going to stop him.” Momo promised as she turned to the older woman. “But I’m also going to figure out what the hell is going on, I know Shouto wouldn’t do this.”

The determination in Momo’s eyes made Rei smiled. “But how can you be so sure.”

“There was something off about him.” She explained. “When he attacked us, it was like he didn’t know who we were.”

“Could he be pretending that he didn’t recognize you?”

Shaking her head, the raven-haired female spoke with all the honesty she could muster. “I’m not just saying this because I still love, there was...something about his eyes, it’s hard to explain, but they didn’t show any emotion whatsoever, he looked at us like we were strangers.”

Her words sent a little bit of relief through Rei, knowing her son wasn’t purposefully doing this gave her some peace of mind, but one question still remained.

If someone else is behind this, what did they hope to gain by using Shouto as their puppet?

__________

Despite her bravado from before, Momo found herself wide awake at three in the morning. She hadn’t been able to sleep, only tossed and turned in her king sized bed as the darkness around her threatened to swallow her whole.

The events over the last ten hours played in her mind over and over again, like a broken record player. She went over every possibility of Shouto’s reappearance and one thing kept nagging at her. If Shouto was alive, than who did they bury that day of his funeral?

With a dejected sigh, she threw the blankets off of her and rolled over to the edge of the bed, although she had no idea why she even purchased a bed so large if it was just her. That thought forced open a wound in her heart as tears choked her.

“Come on Momo.” She inhaled deeply. “You’re okay, everything is okay.” It wasn’t, but she wanted to fool herself for as long as possible.

Leaving her bedroom, she trailed slowly down the hall, pausing in the doorway of the room that Rei was currently sleeping in. Smiling softly, she sauntered passed and made her way to her daughter’s room. She walked over to Kira’s crib, stepping lightly as possible before coming to a stop next to it. Kira’s peaceful expression made Momo glad she wasn’t old enough to realize what was going on around her. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if Kira had been older and come to hate the man who is her father.

Momo couldn’t resist reaching out to brush her knuckles against Kira’s cheek, causing the little girl to sigh contentedly in her slumber. The girl’s presence always made Momo feel better in some way.

“My precious little girl.” She murmured with affection before leaving the room and closing the door half way.

Once she headed back to her own sleeping quarters, she grabbed a set of clothes, hoping the warm bath she was about to take would calm her nerves. But she didn’t get far when her cell phone started chiming, the screen lit up displaying Midoriya’s number.

“Midoriya?” She asked, the confusion in her tone evident from odd time he was calling her.

“Yaoyorozu.” He greeted but his voice hesitated. “Can you come to the police station?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

Quickly dressing as she held the phone against her ear with her shoulder, she wasn't prepared for what he said next.

“Endeavor and Gale just arrested Todoroki.”

[alienatheart]

Reload Blast Ep 7 Reactionanalysis

Ahhh I'm so behind! Spoilers ahead!

Summary: The Sanzo party is driving through a mountainous region, and Sanzo and Gojyo are hit hard by altitude sickness. Goku feels fine, but even Hakkai starts to feel the strain…right as a huge group of youkai arrives! Goku tells Hakuryuu to keep the others out of danger and prepares to fight the horde by himself, when suddenly a group of humans with guns shows up and wipes out the youkai. Goku meets the rescuers, who aren’t sure what to make of the odd bunch and wonder if Sanzo might be an imposter, but the leader Hassan decides to escort them back to base. They announce they are the Kouten Corps, support squad of Sharak Sanzo.  At the base, a huge, fortress-like temple, Gojyo, Hakkai and Sanzo recover with some medicine, and the Ikkou prepares to meet another Sanzo Priest.

She is not what they expected.

Sharak and Genjyo pull their guns on each other, then formally introduce themselves. Hassan, Goku, Gojyo, and Hakkai are left to conclude that all Sanzoes are crazy. Sharak tells Sanzo she knows about the minus wave and wanted to directly attack Houtou with her army, but was ordered by the Three Aspects to stay put and protect the humans with her Kouten Scripture, which has defensive powers. Hassan elaborates; Sharak protects the fortress and surrounding villages with a barrier network powered by the Kouten Scripture and relayed with spiritual mediums acting as receivers. Sharak and Genjyo recount that of the five Founding Scriptures, two (Uten and Seiten) are with the Gyumaoh side, and Genjyo reveals the only other living Sanzo Priest, Ukoku, master of the Muten Scripture, is aiding the resurrection experiment as a scientist. There’s a tantalizing flashback of the Ikkou fighting Ukoku, and Sharak and Genjyo  accept they and their scriptures will always be targets until the experiment and Ukoku are stopped. Sharak admits she wondered what type of person Genjyo was, since she only heard basic information about him years ago, and congratulates him for making it so far.

Outside, lookouts notice smoke from a village on the horizon. Inside, Goku is getting bored waiting for the Sanzoes, but Hakkai points out they’ve got lots to talk about, and Gojyo starts insinuating...Hassan takes it literally and says Sharak would never…and then the Sanzoes reveal they were only a room away and could hear them. After they punish the eavesdroppers, Sharak offers whatever support and supplies the Ikkou needs, and as they plan, a messenger reports the suspicious fire. As the Kouten Corps mobilizes, the Ikkou offers to speed their way in the jeep. Sharak immediately jumps in the front passenger seat (Genjyo’s usual spot!) and they’re off!

At the burning village, youkai are outside the barrier, waiting for the fire to smoke out the villagers. At first they’re excited when TWO Sanzoes show up, before realizing two Sanzoes means getting killed twice as fast. Genjyo and the Ikkou cover Sharak as she organizes the villagers in evacuating. Goku helps carry the wounded, and Genjyo prepares the Maten Scripture to deal with the youkai, while Sharak uses the Kouten to shield against falling debris. The scriptures activate at the same time, surprising everyone.

That evening as the refugees are settled at the fortress, Sharak notes her being tied to one physical location to maintain the protective barriers is something the youkai might try to exploit. The Ikkou speculates she must be at her limit from constantly invoking the scripture, but she reveals she could set up more receivers if she didn’t think it would make the humans too complacent. Gojyo says he’s glad she���s a decent person, in contrast to other Sanzoes, leading to the “Sanzo is a title not a name” discussion. Hassan arrives to announce dinner is being served, but Genjyo and Sharak hang back to talk alone. Later Hassan asks what they were talking about, and Sharak answers, telling him about the accidental double scripture activation. In a flashback, she and Genjyo agree to avoid activating in tandem again, even though they’re both curious what would happen. Sharak continues on to other topics but Hassan is suddenly in her personal space, and won’t move. Sharak is having none of that and knees him in the gut, reminding him she is off-limits relationship-wise. Hassan reminds her he’s confessed his feelings before. After that awkward moment, Sharak leaves and Hassan finds out Goku was accidentally eavesdropping while searching for the restroom. But Goku reassures Hassan that the two Sanzoes are probably bonding over their mutual responsibilities and loneliness of their positions, and nothing else. Hassan admits he was jealous and has the decency to look sheepish after considering Goku’s words.

Elsewhere, Hakkai and Gojyo are wondering where Goku got to, and when Gojyo stands up to go looking, he stumbles. Hakkai sees Gojyo’s parted hair reveals a flame-like marking on the back of his neck, and wonders when that happened, but says nothing. In the temple shrine, a civilian begs forgiveness as he breaks the giant bell that was the focus for the Kouten’s power, and everyone feels the protective barrier fall. Outside on a cliff overlooking the fortress, Kougaiji and Dokugakuji prepare to attack with an army of youkai!

I’ve been looking forward to this arc for a while! I love the beginning when Goku and Hakuryuu team up to protect the others, and you know they could have done it. Goku’s so confident now; contrast to the earliest days of the manga when he was exactly as physically capable, but worried that he wasn’t strong enough. And I love Sharak’s introduction! She’s an awesome character and she’ll be getting her own post eventually, but look how badass she is! She knows her way around guns, she’s been protecting the area since the minus wave happened, and running the Kouten Corps militia. It’s so nice for the Ikkou to have actually competent allies, instead of defenseless liabilities. Of course, they still volunteer to aid the civilians, and Sharak jumps at the opportunity to be proactive. And she instantly trusts the Ikkou to cover her, and they don’t disappoint! The combo sutra activation was a really neat effect and its fun to see Sharak and Genjyo both admit they’re curious about it later.

Dealing with Hassan’s jealousy, I’m just going to reblog other’s comments, because they’re perfect.  Here and Here.

Of course now that things are looking hopeful (Defensible base! Supplies and Reinforcements! A Sanzo who isn’t out to kill our Sanzo!) you know it can’t last. Hakkai sees Gojyo’s mark, and it probably spells trouble (even moreso  because HAKKAI WHY WOULDN’T YOU TELL HIM RIGHT AWAY?). And some old enemies have come to call, and they brought an army! Speaking of enemies, Ukoku Sanzo has finally been revealed! That brief flashback made me so excited and hopeful that maybe someday we’ll see the Even a Worm arc properly adapted. I can dream!