Honestly boycotting BAP’s concert won’t do b.a.p or ts entertainment any good. Like its been bothering me for a while, but BAP’s popularity isn’t just dying because of their agency but because of their “loyal fans” that left the fandom during the year bap went on hiatus. Like bap last year did appear on various variety shows, did promote quite a lot like a normal group but the presence of fans were just not as much as bap was before their hiatus. And fans make up a big portion on whether any group decides to keep going with their career or not.
Boycotting BAP’s concert shows that one, you aren’t letting the boys earn their income that they deserve and two, you are also hurting them because BAP would’ve agreed to do the tour but now that many are not going, what would be the point of performing for no one or a little of their fans who want to go and see them.
Also, Yongguk who took hiatus because he has panic disorder, don’t you think Boycotting would make YONGGUK feel worse?
Like if you are supportive on bap’s decision to do a world tour in respect of the boys interest then go to the concert.
Veronica looked over her shoulder, frowning as she watched [Y/N] laugh and chuck a few french fries in Reggie’s direction. It had been weeks since the whole Jughead and [Y/N] incident and [Y/N] was keeping her distance from her normal group of friends. Turning back around, she reached for her milkshake and fiddled with the straw. “I know the topic of [Y/N] is sort of off limits but I miss her.”
Without missing a beat, Jughead’s eyes snapped up from his laptop, his cold expression icing her bones. Normally, he could tune out his friends but ever since the rift between him and [Y/N], his focus had been all over the place.
Putting her hands up in submission and then crossing them over her chest, she leaned back into the booth, frowning again. “Sorry but I’m just speaking the truth.” Lowering her gaze to the table, she sighed. “She should be sitting here with us, not with the fuckboys and fuckgirls of Riverdale.” Veronica shuddered at the group of people [Y/N] had taken comfort with for the past few weeks.
Kevin avoided Jughead’s ice cold stare, nodding in agreement. “Not trying to throw myself to the wolves but I agree with Veronica.” Running his finger over the faded design of their booth, he flickered a look behind him towards [Y/N]. He could tell that she wasn’t entirely happy by the way her smile would falter just a smidge after she finished her laugh, [Y/N] was extremely easy to read for those who truly knew her.
Archie, who sat directly behind Jughead and the others in a separate booth, chimed in. “It’s weird not having her here. I mean, have you tried talking to her since it happened, Jughead?”
Betty violently turned around, her eyes narrowed with a look that could have killed. She had been there for the aftermath and saw firsthand the broken state it left Jughead in. “Let’s change the subject, guys.” Throwing everyone dirty looks, she changed the topic onto an altercation between her and Cheryl that had happened earlier that day.
Slinging off his helmet from the day’s practice, Archie walked through halls of Riverdale High. Just as he was about to reach the locker rooms, movement at the end of the hall caught his attention. Squinting his eyes, he headed for [Y/N]. He watched as she placed a physics textbook back into her locker, he figured that she had just gotten done with a tutor session. [Y/N] always helped out her classmates whenever they needed an extra hand.
She gasped, clutching the locker door from being startled. “Archie! Shit, you scared me.”
Leaning against the lockers, he frowned slightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”
Pressing her lips together, she tore her eyes from his and started to shove some books into her bag. “Need something?” She finally asked.
“Yeah, I do. An explanation.” He firmly stated.
Closing her locker, she frowned. “Archie,” she warned.
“Come on, [Nickname].” Archie pleaded. He hadn’t been lying when he said it had been weird with [Y/N] straying from their friendship. Even his father was noticing the absence of a certain girl. “It’s been weeks and we’ve barely held a conversation long enough for me to know if you’re okay. We’re best friends or at least I thought we were. I care about you, [Nickname]. You just cut me off, you cut everyone off. I wanted to be there for you.” Archie reached out for her arm as she went to turn away, pulling her back gently, and shaking his head. “You and Jughead can coexist in our lives, [Y/N].”
“Shouldn’t you be at practice,” she asked coldly.
Letting go of her arm, he narrowed his eyes lightly. “It got cut short today.”
Frowning, she looked down, “I’m sorry, Archie. I didn’t mean it like that.” Looking back up, she sighed. Closing her locker, she gave a small smile. “I know you guys wanted to be there for me but I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want you guys defending him and making me feel like I was wrong for ending things.” Adjusting the strap of her bag, she placed her back against her locker. “And to be completely honest if I stuck around, Jughead wouldn’t have. And he really needed you guys more than I did.”
Archie pressed his lips together, [Y/N] had a point. She was easy to get along with, people flocked to her. Jughead wasn’t necessarily a loner but he kept to himself and only trusted those who knew him. And that list wasn’t very long. Giving her a smile, he pulled her into a hug. Squeezing her tight and relishing the time he had left with her. He could tell that tomorrow she’d continue to avoid him.
Jughead looked up from his blank screen, finding Betty standing in the doorway of the Blue and Gold room. Clearing his throat, he lowered the laptop. “Yeah?”
Stepping inside, she walked slowly towards him. All Betty wanted was for Jughead to get out of his mood. “How are you feeling?”
Groaning, he ran both his hands over his face and kept them there. “Isn’t that the million dollar question.” Peaking through his fingers, he sighed, “I don’t know.”
Betty sat in front of him, frowning. “You don’t know or you don’t want to say? There’s a difference, Jug.”
Pulling his hands down, he narrowed his eyes. “What?”
Biting her lip, “You love [Y/N], you have to. And I’m not saying that you have to love her. I mean it as there’s no way that you don’t.” Betty had witnessed the romance between her friends happen. It was just a gradual fall. Every day, she’d notice that they’d sit just a little bit closer than the day before, their looks would linger for a second or two longer, and that their smiles were wider by the day. It was such a sweet, innocent kind of love that formed between them. Betty wanted nothing more than to talk about it but she knew that the minute she said something, they’d shy away and never return.
Jughead closed his eyes, “Betty.” He didn’t want to talk about it. He just wanted to forget about it and let it die. If [Y/N] wanted to run off with another group then so be it.
“Why didn’t you tell her how you felt, Juggie? This whole thing could have been avoided and your relationship would’ve been stronger.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” he mumbled.
“Try me, Juggie.” Betty murmured.
Biting down on his thumb, he looked away from her intent gaze. Mumbling, he moved his thumb away from his lips. “When we were all little, my dad used to tell me that I was going to fall in love with her and that he could see it happening years from then.” Betty smiled lightly at the thought of his father calling his romance. Now that she thought about it, it was sort of easy to see that Jughead and [Y/N] would have ended up together all those years ago. They had always been attached at the hip, always supporting each other through everything.“He also told me that girls like [Y/N] were dangerous.”
Betty’s brows knitted together, “I don’t understand.” Of all the people in Riverdale, [Y/N] was the least dangerous, she was always so calm and collected.
Shaking his head, he shrugged. “I didn’t either until I asked him the other day what he meant when he said that.” Running a hand over his beanie, he sighed again. “He kind of looked at me and pieced it all together. I guess I’m not as good at hiding my emotions like I thought I could. He figured out that [Y/N] and I were more than friends and that we broke up. He just looked at me and asked me what I felt and that, that was the reason why she was dangerous.” Meeting Betty’s eyes, he frowned. “How do I tell her words that have never been formed or ever existed. Because that’s what I feel whenever I’m around her.”
Betty placed a warm hand over his, “Then you use words that already exist.”
[Y/N] didn’t know how the fight started or what made it happen, all she did know was that she and Archie walked straight into a fighting ring in the student lounge. Their classmates all cheering and recording Reggie and Jughead brawling in the middle of the room.
Exchanging looks with Archie, they both threw down their books and backpacks. Before Archie had the chance, [Y/N] beat him to it and grabbed Reggie by the back of his shirt and yanked him off of Jughead.
Slinging him away from her, [Y/N] snarled out while Archie quickly helped Jughead up off the ground. “Back off, Reggie.” The crowd quickly dispersed as Archie threateningly told all of them to leave or else there would be another fight.
Reggie scoffed, fixing his shirt from the scuffle. “He had it coming.”
“I think it was the other way around, buddy.” Jughead sneered as he held his bleeding nose. “I hope you choke on all that shit you talk.”
“That’s it, you little-” Reggie went for it but [Y/N] was quicker. Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she shoved him as hard as she possibly could causing him to stumble backwards onto the couch.
“-I said back off, Reggie!” [Y/N] snapped. She was absolutely livid, the fact that Reggie and Jughead were fighting infuriated her. [Y/N] hadn’t been a huge fan of Reggie but she accepted him for his flaws and tried to tolerate him. There were moments where she could see herself being friends with him but after today, she wanted nothing to do with him. Whether Jughead started the fight or not.
“Don’t put your hands on me or-”
“-or what?” Archie growled. Gently grabbing [Y/N]’s arm, he pulled her behind him. Stepping directly in front of his captain, he squinted his eyes. Archie didn’t think Reggie would swing at a girl but he didn’t want to take that chance. Despite [Y/N] avoiding him for the last few weeks, it didn’t matter. He was going to protect his friends no matter who it involved.
Reggie was about to respond but thought against it the second Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all came barging through the door to see the commotion.
[Y/N] was fuming, it was clear to anyone that was watching her that her blood was boiling. The students that were left were all in shock at her current demeanor. She had never shown anger this way not even when Cheryl had it out for her.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around to look at Jughead. He sported some cuts and a profusely bleeding nose. Glancing down at her wrist, she cursed silently, 2:54. The school’s nurse had already packed up and gone home for the day. Reaching over towards the table, she plucked a few tissues from the box and handed them over to Jughead. With her voice low and comforting, she placed a hand on his shoulder, ushering him towards the door. “Come on, let’s go.”
All of her friends exchanged looks, surprised that she was even talking to Jughead. Veronica pursed her lips, leaning towards Betty and quietly whispering. “Do you think this will mean we’ll have [Nickname] back?”
Betty watched carefully as [Y/N] gently guided Jughead past her, “I hope so but I don’t know.”
Leaning down to grab her backpack and books, she heard Reggie scoff, “Yeah, go run back to your little freakshow boyfriend.”
Tightening her grip on Jughead who tensed underneath her, she gave him a look as to not respond. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, her hand left Jughead as she turned to look Reggie in the eyes. “Cry me fucking river, Reggie. It was never going to happen.” Opening the door, she motioned for Jughead to go.
“You would have been a waste of my time anyway.”
Archie lost it, shoving him against the wall, “Hey! Watch that fucking mouth!”
Rolling her eyes, she gave Archie a smile, feeling stupid for shutting her friends out of her life. “Thanks Arch but,” looking at Reggie, she wore a look of disgust on her face. “you can only offend me if you mean something to me and Reggie, honey, you aren’t worth a damn thing to me.”
The silence was killing him, but he didn’t dare speak a word. Jughead just sat quietly in the nurse’s office while [Y/N] sneakily shuffled through the cabinets. Looking up when she kneeled down in front of him, he met her eyes. A sharp pain shot through his chest because all he wanted was to kiss her and tell her how much he had been an idiot for not going after her.
Biting her lip, [Y/N] handed him a wet rag to wipe his bloody nose. Watching him clean himself, she started to work on the cut just above his right eyebrow. After a few minutes of unbearable silence, she finally stood up and asked the question she had been dying to ask. “Why were you two fighting?”
Jughead debated on responding, but knew that he could never really shun her out the way she did with him. Looking down at his hands, he shrugged. “Just said some things I didn’t like.”
“Like?” She pushed.
He stood up too, walking past her and leaning against the nurse’s counter. “It’s Reggie, [Y/N]. He says shit all the time and it just pissed me off.” Avoiding her raised brow, he mumbled. “He was just talking about you.”
Tilting her head, she stood in front of him, with her arms crossed. “Saying what exactly?”
Taking a deep breath, he met her gaze. “That he was this close to sealing the deal with you. That he was going to take you to one of the rooms during Cheryl’s party tomorrow night.” Breaking their eye contact, he gave an irritated sigh, “It just made me snap because the thought of you-” Jughead quickly closed his mouth. He didn’t want to go there. He wasn’t ready.
Moving closer, she raised a brow. “The thought of me what? The thought of me losing my virginity to Reggie made you upset?” [Y/N] shook her head, her hands grabbing his. Her movement caused Jughead’s head snap up and look her in her eyes.
Nodding, he chewed on his lip. “Yeah.”
“Oh, Jug.” Dropping her hands from his, she brought one up to caress his cheek. “I already told you that you were the only one I wanted to claim it.”
“Yeah but that was before you broke up with me.” He said coldly.
Pulling back her hand, she nodded. “Yes but,” trailing off, she scoffed at the idea of Reggie having her virginity and the idea that he thought he could take it. “you couldn’t have possibly believed that I would let Reggie Mantle of all people-”
“-it wasn’t that, [Nickname].” Jughead interrupted, getting slightly frustrated. Gently pushing past her, he paced a few steps before turning around to look at her confused expression. “It was the way he was talking about you, [Y/N]. Like, like you were some kind of score. A thing that could be won. You aren’t an item, [Nickname]. You’re a person, a person with feelings, a person with feelings that broke up with someone who also had feelings he couldn’t explain.”
“Well,” biting her lip, “it means a lot that you’d stick up for me but,” she motioned towards his bruised eye and cuts, “was it worth bucking up to the Captain of the football team, Jug? I mean you got some really good licks in but not enough evidence on his face to back it up.”
“I wasn’t going to sit there and let him say those things about you, [Y/N].” Shaking his head, he scoffed, “It was a matter of time before Archie heard them and then what?”
Sighing, [Y/N] stepped forward. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him in close. Her grip tightened when she felt him embrace her back. Fighting back tears, she whispered out. “I miss you, Juggie.”
Closing his eyes, he breathed, “I miss you too.”
Pulling away just enough for her to look him in the eyes, she murmured, “Can we take baby steps? I’m not completely over the fact that you can’t tell me what you feel but I guess I have to accept that we just work better without words but I need to go slow.”
Jughead couldn’t resist kissing her, both of his hands flew up her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss. It lasted for a few seconds but it was enough to give him courage for what he had to say next. Resting his forehead against hers, he sighed lightly. “I know that wasn’t slow but I just want you, [Nickname]. That’s it. Nothing else but your flaws, mistakes, laughs, jokes, sarcasm, everything. I didn’t know what I felt until you walked away because everything I ever felt with you was normal. I had never felt any other way before. And then when you walked away. I felt broken. I felt like my entire world came crashing down around me and now…now I understand those lame sappy sad songs about broken love.” He chuckled with her, suddenly feeling a little bit better after hearing her giggle.
“Juggie,” she breathed.
“Love isn’t supposed to be easy. It’s supposed to be worth it and no one else is worth an ounce of my attention besides you. Years from now when we’ve said goodbye to this shit town, I want to look at you by my side and think how lucky I am to have kept you this long.”
[Y/N] couldn’t respond, she was choked up. This was what she wanted to hear. That Jughead had the same exact plans as she did, that she wasn’t the only one feeling this way. Smiling, she pressed her lips against his.
I didn’t see her love, I felt it plainly as the sun. -atticus
Okay but it is seriously a thing where anytime I watch Guardians of the Galaxy I just want to switch it to the original Outlaws team. Jason, Roy, Kory and maybe they dragged Dick and Tim along with them out to space on a crazy adventure. Or maybe it’s the original Outlaws with the new Outlaws team because if Bizarro isn’t a perfect stand in for Drax I don’t know who is.
so i somehow messed up answering your ask directly, but this was requested by @vexingcosmos! i’m sorry it took me forever, but i actually did some research because i know NOTHING about smoking. also, this got long. like…really long.
it began as most things do, where the Foxes are concerned: with a bet
it’s a Friday night and the Monsters have come to Columbia, and for once, the upperclassmen were allowed to come along
Matt’s birthday was on Wednesday, and he just wants to hang out with his best friend and favorite human Neil okay let him live
so Neil *asked* Andrew and well…we all know how that goes
the whole gang is having a grand ol’ time
Aaron, Nicky, Allison, and Dan have been on the dance floor practically since the second they walked into Eden’s
Allison dragged a reluctant Renee out to join them within the first hour, and this girl can DANCE don’t fight me on this
Kevin has been drunk since before they even left Sweetie’s (snuck in a flask, the little troublemaker)
he’s so far gone that he couldn’t even tell you who the first striker in Exy history to reach 1,000 goals was. he may or may not be aware that he is swaying.
Matt has been hanging out at the table with Neil and a rather annoyed Andrew
Matt has convinced Neil to take way too many shots for his tiny body to handle, but Andrew is there, so he’s trying not to worry about it
sometime around the seventh shot, the rest of the gang makes their way over to the table
Andrew’s hand is on Neil’s thigh, and his pointer finger has been tapping incessantly for the past twenty minutes
and Neil can only take so much, even from Andrew
he stares at Andrew as subtly as he can (i.e. not very) in an effort to catch his attention
Andrew eventually drags his gaze over to Neil and lazily cocks his head to the side, as if to say what could you possibly want at this moment in time, Neil
Neil looks pointedly to Andrew’s hand and then jerks his head towards the exit
Neil is, of course, very unsubtle with all of this
Kevin turns to stare at them and says, in a barely intelligible voice, “if you’re gonna hook up, you could at least wait until we’re back at the house and i’m passed tf out”
Nicky laughs and says, “aww Kev c’mon, let the munchkins have playtime whenever they want”
Andrew is about to turn his whiskey glass into a weapon for the munchkin comment when Aaron suddenly pipes in
“nah, Andrew needs to take care of his other habit”
it is now very quiet in their group of normally very loud people
everyone looks to Aaron for him to clue them in on what he means
everyone except Renee, who has silently moved closer to Andrew just in case he really does decide to use that whiskey glass
Aaron continues: “you know what smoking does to your body over time, right? i assume i don’t need to go all Bill Nye on your ass and draw you a picture”
Aaron becomes Dr. Minyard when he is very drunk. trust me.
Andrew doesn’t say anything, just stares at Aaron. is he even blinking? probably not
“who am i kidding. you don’t care. you’ll just let this ruin you. i bet you couldn’t quit even if you tried”
that gets everyone’s attention
Nicky: “did he just say the B word”
Allison: “looks like it’s that time again where i get even richer”
Matt, softly: “oh shit”
Neil is about to jump in and open up a can of whoop ass on Aaron when Andrew’s steady voice comes from beside him
everyone, collectively: “WHAT”
Andrew rolls his eyes. “fine. i bet that i can quit completely within a week”
complete silence. everyone just stares. shock. disbelief.
Andrew gets up and starts heading towards the exit, dragging Neil along with him
Neil decides to join Andrew in Operation Quit Smoking
but two days into it, they’re both at their wits end
they definitely aren’t about try anything medication-related, for obvious reasons
after doing a bit of research related to natural methods like adding more of certain vitamins into your diet, Neil confronts Andrew
“you know we have to. we don’t have another choice”
“fuck you, i’m not doing that”
“Andrew. it’s our last option.”
[after a long, defeated sigh] “fine. but you have to ask him”
so Neil does the one thing he wished he’d never have to do with anything that isn’t Exy
he asks Kevin to help
when they wake up the next day, Kevin has printed out color-coded meal plans for both Andrew and Neil
Andrew Minyard does not cry. But let me tell you. Looking at that list of food options…it was an extremely close call.
on every single day, the breakfast item was a green smoothie
Andrew thought he’d rather just pay the entire $500 betting pool off himself
but Neil. precious, precious Neil. tells Andrew that they can definitely do it, and wouldn’t it be great to prove Aaron wrong and make him lose money that he probably would have spent on Katelyn?
so they pull themselves up by their metaphorical bootstraps and follow all of Kevin’s rules. every. single. one.
halfway to their deadline, Andrew finally wants to kill everyone slightly less than he did yesterday. he marks this as massive progress.
Neil didn’t really smoke in the first place, but he’s still having trouble finding something to replace that feeling he gets from the smell
he’ll be okay without it, he thinks. he has Andrew to keep him steady, to ground him when he feels like he could float away from reality for good
by the following Friday, the Foxes have gathered in the girls’ room to hear the final word and settle their bets
Kevin has become the official referee of this particular bet
everyone waits in suspense, heartbeats flying at the thought of all the cash they are either about to lose or gain
Kevin takes his role seriously, as he does everything else
“i declare that, as of this day at 4:27 pm, Andrew and Neil have gone three consecutive days without one cigarette. i predict that they will be able to continue resisting, if they keep following my suggested guidelines”
the last bit is said with a hard look at Neil and Andrew. of course.
Allison, Matt, and Dan don’t try to hide the smug looks on their faces as Aaron and Nicky hand over entirely too much for a bunch of college students to bet with
Renee chose not to participate, but her new bruises say that she’s been helping Andrew cope all week
Aaron grudgingly looks back to Andrew, holding out his hand with his share of the winnings
Andrew just stares at him. blinks. turns around and walks out the door.
Neil edges out of the room to follow him up to the roof while everyone is arguing over who gets Andrew’s share, since he’s obviously not taking it
Neil reaches Andrew and sits beside him with their shoulders touching
they’re looking out over campus when Neil turns to Andrew
“i’m proud of you”
Neil gets a disgusted scoff and a hand pushing his face away in return
I recently made a new blog (this one!!!) and need more blogs to follow cuz my dash moves very slowly. I’ll check out any kpop blog (especially if it has a lot of girl groups lkjsdhgjsd) but also stan the following groups:
2PM 9Muses A.C.E Blackpink BTOB CLC I.O.I (&all the groups the girls are in now/Queen Chungha solo lol) Pentagon Pristin Seventeen Snuper Wanna One WJSN
if you want me to check out your blog pls just like or reblog this post so I can see your url!
boy group stans: lmao it’s not like i’m mad or something :) i mean he can do what he wants i do not care :) i really do not :) but like :) idk why she tries so hard, who even asked her to get close to him lmao :) anyways i’m not bitter or something holy shit please but like, why did she approach him. anyways i’m chill it’s not like i hate girls or something :) he’s gonna date me one day anyways :) idk think of the dating rumors lmao i’d hate that, she can stay away :) what! i really care about her! it’s not like i secretly plan to trash her on the internet. lmao :)
Have you ever wanted to go to space? Now’s your chance to do something about it!
Send Yourself to Spaceis a project that will allow you to send yourself to space! (Or more specifically, send an image of yourself to near space.) At the moment, sending humans to space costs a lot of money, so you have to be insanely qualified or insanely rich to get your chance to go. Even some astronauts never get to go up! In the future we’re sure it will be completely normal to go on holiday to the moon, but for now we want to get as close to living our dreams as possible. We’ll be sending a weather balloon up with a picture mounted in front of it; a drawing of a group of normal people that you could be part of! The balloon will be carrying a camera which will film the journey to (and from) space - a journey which will take it 30,000m above the earth. It will also be carrying the names of anyone who donates anything at all, allowing everyone to be a part of this exciting project!
Summary:The simple joy of being with the one you care for, at such a young age; left to scatter over the floor in the ruins of a torn past. And it has always been asked, why does the worst things happen to the best of people?
Word count: 7,724
Note: First part of my collab with the lovely @lushguk, I hope you enjoy this series as much as we don’t do ;) You can find the collection here and Mel’s masterlist here.
→Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9
The tress whispered as a gentle breeze passed through their branches, great drapes of leaves billowing like a handkerchief flying in farewell, the sight comforting; after all said destination was frequent through his childhood and now teen years- and Jungkook was sure if someone were to play his life out before them, the green blur of trees and hushed grins would be more than common between the inked words of his memories. It was one of his most sacred places, an area of innocence that he kept close and dear to him, not only because it bought some kind of peace to his youthful mind, but also because the ground practically heaved with memories forged with gruelling care. True, the walk was long to the clearing, cruel to even the most experienced of travellers, and yet he happily pushed through the tension and pain in his legs if it meant getting away from the bustle and chatter of the village for a few blissful hours. Moss was soft from the log that his thigh was thrown over, cushioning the pull of muscle that jumped in defeated exhaustion every so often and sent pin pricks of heat over his weary flesh. Sun worn eyes gazed blearily over the crack of light that filtered through the plush of trees in colourful patches, the curve of his skull supported into the shallow cradle of his entwined palms as he lazily tipped his head back.
Light breaths edged past the seam of his lips serenely, sighs pooling above him in the warm air, the dark fringe of his lashes fluttering across the high of his cheek bone in peace. The heat that had seemed to send his body into a fluster as he had struggled up the slope of the clearing was now soothing; treading the line between cool and warm in the delicious hue of the evening. And it was all Jungkook could manage not to fall asleep, motion born weariness bringing it’s arms around him to pull him into a delicious comfort that crept through his bones and tugged insistently behind his eyes as he fought to keep them open. Yet, just as he was surrendering and letting his vision rotate dangerously from the heavy tilt of his neck, a small sound broke him out of his reverie. Gentle and muffled, it slipped it’s small fingers around his own and, paired with a voice that practically sung the colours of the evening, it was enough to pull a lazy smile to the curve of his mouth and let his eyes squint back open.
“Jungkook?” And his gaze was greeted by the lovely image of your face bathed in the giddy happiness of the mellow sun. Beautiful in it’s dying embers.
I’m a massive fan of characters pushing through an illness. I want A being terribly sick but having to give a class presentation, and B can do nothing but sit and watch with bated breath while A grips the podium and struggles through the presentation.
Bonus: A makes it through, but as soon as they start back towards their seat, they stagger, and B is out of their seat and at A’s side in seconds.
Description: Saturday has finally arrived, which for Y/N means only one thing… Cheryl Blossom’s highly anticipated party. And what’s Blossom party without drama? A little game of truth or dare never hurt anyone, right?
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Word Count: 4170
Warnings: A swear or two
I woke up to the blaring noise of my phone’s ringtone. No please no, just five more minutes. Who the hell could be calling me this early on a Saturday?
I reluctantly rolled over to check my phone’s caller ID to see who decided to bother me at 8 am. ‘Veronica Lodge’ it read. Groaning, I held the phone up to my ear and answered.
“Hello?” I said in a groggy morning voice.
“Good morning my little protégée, the shops open at 9 and we’re going to need to make a head start on things if we’re going to Cheryl’s party tonight as well” Veronica chirped. Judging by the chipper tone of her voice she had been up and ready for awhile now.
“Oh god I almost forgot about the shopping trip today, do we really need to go so early?” I yawned, sitting up in bed in an attempt to wake myself up more.
“Yes Y/N, I have the day planned out. Me, you and Kevin are going to shop not only for your new wardrobe but also for killer outfits for the three of us tonight. Then we’re meeting Archie at Pop’s a little later on, and then you’re coming to my house to get ready for the party. And then-”
“And then we go to the party okay, I got it, I got it” I cut in.
“Perfect, Kevin and I will be at you house in about an hour! Chow” she finished as she swiftly hung up the phone.
I tossed my phone on my nightstand and got out of bed in pursuit of the shower, which I knew would help give me the strength to get through this day.
being on tumblr really warps your perspective on what types of media you have to apologize to the general population for enjoying like I’ve said some variation of “yeah I love bon iver because I’m a disgusting stereotype” out loud before to a group of normal people and they’re like “what”
(the start of a kent/swoops fic… let me know if you’d read more?)
As far as roommates went, Swoops was pretty great.
He was quiet and he clean and he didn’t complain about how often Kent went out and got wasted after games, so yeah.
He was great.
Of course, that didn’t change the fact that, after the Aces lost to the Habs in the first game Kent ever played against them and the Zimmermann’s didn’t bother to show up, Kent didn’t want to be around anybody at all because, really.
He wasn’t an idiot.
Obviously the Zimmermann’s cared about Jack more than him, and obviously this whole thing has been harder on them than it’s been on him, and obviously they didn’t actually owe Kent anything, but there’d also been a time when they were sort of like parents to him and it hadn’t really been all that long ago, so yeah.
Maybe Kent had been holding out a little bit of hope that Bob and Alicia would show up at the game and say they were proud of him, and tell him that they didn’t blame him for everything, and just let him know that Jack was doing alright, but that hadn’t happened and Kent was crushed.