you look like such a nice person

The After Party - Part 3

Hey Guys, here is the final part for this fiction. Thanks for the likes and reblogs, it is much appreciated. Now that this is finished I have a few requests to write for so look out for those. :) And thank you to the person who sent me a message for an insult for Jughead from Reggie.

Part One

Part Two


He put a hand on her shoulder wanting to comfort her and she collapsed onto him. Her face nuzzled into his shirt. “You smell nice.” She commented, feeling his body stiffen at the contact.

“Thanks?” he responded unsure. He was in a small enclosed space with Betty Cooper at a house party, it wasn’t exactly where he thought his night was going to end up. Her hands moved to encircle his waist and he went to put some distance between them, his back hitting the wall behind him. He needed to process what was happening. She moved towards him again her hand pressed against his chest. “Betts. Come on.” his tone was light, friendly, trying to break the tension that had suddenly engulfed the small room. But she was having none of it, her eyes had darkened and they carefully examined him in a way he had not seen a member of the opposite sex look at him before.

“Betts I don’t think this is a good idea.” He let out, as her hand moved to his shirt playing with the material. His hands were braced on the wall behind him, he was out of space to move and she was not backing away.

“What did I say about people telling me what to do?” She replied.

“Not telling, advising.”

“I always do what is best Jug. That’s my life’s mission. But sometimes I get sick of being the good girl.” He swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry. She smiled noticing his reaction. Her hand moved from the opening of his shirt to his neck, playing with the curls of hair that escaped underneath his beanie.

“Betts.” He groaned in warning. She had fully invaded his personal space now. If she was anyone else he would have pushed them away by now.

“Don’t you want to make me feel better.” She pressed her body against his.

“I don’t want to be a rebound.” He choked out.

“This isn’t about that. This is two people who know each other very well, who at one time or another have imagined what it would be like to cross that line.” She said seductively as she trailed a finger down the side of his cheek to lightly ghost across his lips.

“You have thought about that?” He asked searching her eyes for honesty. She took a hold of his hand and placed it on her hip.

“Haven’t you?” She said avoiding the question. He glanced at his watch on the hand not currently attached to her hip holding her tight now without realizing.

“We have 3 minutes left.” He stated struggling to keep his tone even.

“Tick, Tock” She replied.

“Fuck it.” He groaned in defeat, his hand reaching for the back of her head, pulling her closer so that his lips could capture hers. Her lips were pliable under his, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. Her hands went to his hair dipping underneath the beanie on his head to feel his wavy locks he kept hidden. She had always wondered what his hair felt like, hidden always under that beanie.

Her tongue swept across his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he gladly gave all too easily. This feeling of being desired overwhelmed her, she wanted more, more of this feeling. Feeling bold she reached under his t-shirt, her fingertips touching bare skin and delighting in his sharp intake of breath at the contact. But he didn’t stop her, didn’t pull away as she had expected. She moved her hands to his bare back scratching lightly. She was reveling in the sounds that he was making, it made her feel powerful that she could create such a reaction in the usually stoic teen.

So far he had been along for the ride, letting her take the lead. But this feeling arising up in him had snowballed into something he couldn’t quite control. He wanted more, he wanted to feel more. Switching their positions he pushed her up against the wall, as his lips went to her neck, he took a testing nip the barest hint of teeth  and then soothed the area immediately with his tongue as she gasped and moaned her appreciation.

Her hands were in his hair again. She wanted that hat gone. She knew it was his security blanket. A barrier against the the world and she wanted him without those. She wanted him laid bare. Those moments when she had thought about what it might be like to kiss him, she had never imagined this. She had expected an awkwardness and hesitation on both sides. But this was nothing like that. This felt almost right. There was a push and pull between them, give and take. This was not the sweet first kiss she had expected to write in her diary, all sunshine and rainbows and Archie Andrews. This was raw and unhinged. Her fingers were now laced in his hair as she directed him to where she needed to feel his touch the most.

She felt his hand moving up her waist, up her ribcage, the underside of her breast just short of touching her where she needed him to. She keened into his touch.

“Please.” She let slip from her lips. She heard him take a deep breath before his hand caressed her breast and his mouth reclaimed hers.


“Right Betty times up.” Veronica said as she opened the closet door, Archie stood next to her and may have needed some help picking his jaw up of the floor. Within the closet were his two best friends tangled up in each other, hair mussed, the crown beanie on the floor left forgotten. It seemed Veronica too was lost for words.

“Whoa looks like Needlenose does know what to do with a girl after all.” Reggie shouted peering over the shoulder of Archie who was still having difficulty getting his mouth to form words. Betty and Jughead broke apart, Betty casually smoothing down her dress, while he picked up his beanie from the floor pulling it quickly onto his head. He looked over to Betty expecting to see embarrassment or a look of guilt at being caught in the act, but he couldn’t read anything from her face. The closest thing he could describe it as was determined.

“Oh looks like Betty Cooper isn’t so innocent after all. More like your sister than we thought. Must be a Cooper thing.” Cheryl commented smugly. Betty’s face didn’t change, didn’t crumble and break like it usually would. Instead she walked over to Cheryl never breaking eye contact. She was in Cheryl’s face now, eye to eye. Cheryl noted the look in her eye and her smile faltered.

“I am done being your little plaything. Cross me again. so much as say Polly’s name and you will regret it.” She stepped past her heading for the exit. She looked back over her shoulder at the devastation in her wake, to the boy still in the closet. “Are you coming?”

How could he say no?

risingfanartist  asked:

are you working on art for hiveswap? i remember seeing sneak peeks ages ago and the art in them looked somewhat like yours :o sorry if I've got the wrong person!!

I did two drawings but they are in no way official ones! So yeah, I’m not the artist you were looking for :P  Tho saying that my pics resemble a game art is a nice compliment so thank you <3

Everyone and Everything

I have no ill will towards you
Standing on some dock
Staring into the sky
Silent
Stars vibrating
Clouds floating
Empty faces trailing
Empty eyes
White teeth
Grinding and chewing
Grinding and chewing

It’s not your fault I’m like this
You did everything you could do
I have nothing but love for you
I have nothing but stale air for you
Thick
Timeless
And hey
Your hair looked nice the other day
I forgot to tell you
Walking aimlessly
On the moon
On fire

I feel myself growing in the middle of night
It’s uncomfortable
I sit up and take a sip of whiskey
It’s still uncomfortable
I smoke a cigarette
Uncomfortable
I trick my mind for a second into relaxing
Everything buzzing in the night
Tossing and turning

You’re my world
You’re the good part of my day
I hope you live 1000 lives
Travel through the universe
Become a celebrated intergalactic bounty hunter
I hope you support those you love
Count on your friends
And one day have a normal sleep routine
Take your medications as prescribed
Tower over me
And live forever

The room’s silent
The blanket’s warm
The ocean distant
Everything distant
Overcast
Singing lullabies into a grand nothingness
Slowly blowing instability over the hills
Through small towns
Abandoned buildings
The forests in between
I’m here
Feeling
Listening
Tripping over my own feet
Nervously laughing
Falling down

All the lights
All the windows
All the people
Scattered with good intention
Madness
Beauty
Emptiness
Everyone and everything
You mean more to me than you’ll ever know

anonymous asked:

Oh shit that's so upsetting I'm so sorry you had to go through that when you were just in 7th grade, why can't people just let other people talk about the things they like like even if you don't care just smile and listen ask questions it's what being a nice person is why don't people ever seem to get that.

It is because I was very annoying and obnoxious. I really do experience Special Interests in a disordered manner. It because the only thing I can think about or talk about and without it I feel like I’m dying. I understand why people did what they did to me. I didn’t at the time but looking back I understand no one knew what a special interest was and no one knew i was autistic and no one understood that i literally could not control what i was doing.

anonymous asked:

Hiya. I know you don't like to look at or talk about the twin's snapchats but Dais snapped pics of their quote plaques and they are wonderful. So just imagine it's the older girls or even Louis snapping them instead. "All of me loves all of you". "Just be you" and my favourite, "Prove them wrong"

Awn, it’s really sweet. Prove them wrong must be one of Louis mottos for sure! 

emeralb224  asked:

Hey I was wondering from your perspective which do you prefer a game with great art but with a horrible story or a game with horrible art but a great story, I'm not saying that you can't have great art and story but some game producers sometimes focus more on how they want their game to look like and actually forget to flesh out the story or pay zero attention to the actual plot of their story.

Hmm.

Personally, I think there’s more to a game than looks and story. I mean, there are games with little to no story and not-so-impressive graphics that have had great success (Minecraft comes to mind) because they provide you good gameplay, but since I assume you’re probably talking more about story-based games, I’ll focus on answering that.

I would rather play a game with bad art but a great story/world/characters because it’s a nice surprise. You might go to play it thinking it’s a very amateur game but be pleasantly surprised by the detail of the world!  Gives you good feels about playing it, even if the art leaves something to be desired.

On the other hand, games that look impressive visually with their pretty, shiny art who happen to have bad story/characters…that’s always a let down. Always. It’s bad development, pure and simple, because you need to make your players want to continue playing.  They need to feel the urge of wanting to know what happens next, what will the story do, what will the characters do. They need to genuinely have fun playing it.

In order to be a good developer, you have to not only focus on the look of the game, but how it feels to play it - ambience, mood, sound, how the world affects your characters and story, how the characters are tied together. 

I also notice those kinds of games tend to be more like “TROPE: THE GAME” and don’t really have anything really original about their story/characters/gameplay.  It’s great to have good artwork in your game, but don’t rely on it to really “sell” your game or get fans and players.

And, to those devs who are not so good at art and worry about that - Use simplistic art and sprites. There are plenty games with very simple designs that are successful because of the story. C:

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend some of your favorite blogs to me please?

oh gosh, just my favourites not depending on fandom? i’d say:

@balkanheart - her content is just so pretty (and she as well), she makes me feel at peace with myself in some magical way?

@silmades - aesthetic goals

@eurovision-everyday - she makes amazing eurovision lists (like, she’s behind the esc alignment board for example) and other edits and aaa i just love it

@zlatasgravity - not very active at the moment but she sings so well, you gotta check it out

@thebeatlesordie - probably my favourite beatle blog

@ordlista - a really good blog for learning swedish (not that i need it, but they give really good explanaitions on phrases etc)

@arabela25 - i just recently followed her but her gifs looks so nice!

@uselesseurovisionfacts - just very good esc content overall, a very good place to start if you’re new to the europal fandom

@hajiyevas - my personal introduction to the europal fandom. chole is really funny and an a+ meme starter

and i have to mention @slightlyintimidating because he’s just so dear to me, and he’s a really good writer (although right now he mostly just writes for the berena/holby city fandom, which i’m not in) and esc roaster. not to mention he cheesy esc pick-up lines he throws at me every now and then. 


these are only 10, and i wanna mention so many more, but this will have to do for now. i really do love more or less everyone in the europal fandom so if you find one, follow them. 

frank-bennedetto  asked:

i love the tmbg fanart you did

Ahh, gOLLY! I’m so happy you like it!!! Wowzers!!! TMBG is super awesome!! I’ve been listening to more of their songs recently, and they got some great tunes! 

Here, have a little scribble of the John’s looking at each other’s instruments!! Thank you for leaving a kind message in my inbox, you nice person you! 

( My apologies for the late response as well! Testing/Exams at school kept me busier than a bee this week! ^^; )

anonymous asked:

I have this ideia im my head that you are so cute n pretty. When someone is such a sweetheart with an amazing personality just like you, it's not even necessary to know what the person looks like. I like to describe people I like with colors and smells, so here it goes: To me you are blue (my favorite color) not a cold blue, but a blue-sky kind of blue, you know? And you smell like fine shampoo (weird, sorry, but I love this smell). It sounds soooo weird but it's lovely in my head, I swear.

Okay just so you know I kept this in my inbox for a really long time because I read it like once a day. This is so fucking kind and comforting and nice? Thank you so much for this. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.