and neither did she

  • Veronica: Alright, from now on, we're going by code names. I want you all to call me by "Eagle 1".
  • Veronica: Archie, you'll be "Been There, Done That".
  • Veronica: When we refer to Betty, she'll be, "Currently Doing That".
  • Veronica: Cheryl, you're "It Happened Once In A Dream".
  • Veronica: Josie, you'll be "If I Had To Pick A Pussycat".
  • Veronica: And Jughead
  • Veronica:
  • Veronica: You'll be "Eagle 2".
  • Jughead: Oh thank God
The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

Originally posted by juptern

Part one here    Part two here

Anon requests: Will you please do part 3 of the reader and the writer

You’re writing is so amazing, it’s what keeps me alive 😂😍 so thank you for doing such an amazing job and I hope you’re having an amazing day 💜 And I was wondering if you consider writing a part 3 of The Reader and The Writer someday? Because I’d love to read more of it 🙈

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!


Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

“So I’m guessing you want to talk about it,” she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

“I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she agreed.

“So why did you think that was important to tell me?” Jughead began the interrogation. “Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn’t even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don’t know, because that’s the beginning. I’m a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story.“

"And so your beginning started here.”

“Yes.”

“But then you moved somewhere else?” Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?“

"Because we had to,” she responded.  "My parents were… unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms.“  Jughead’s head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?” he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?“

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom’s family.“  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.


For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

Part four here

Half-Blood Princess

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Hannah (Twin Sister)

Length: 2466+ words

TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)

A/N: I’m sorry (but not really sorry) for all the angst. Feedback is encouraged!


Being half a Winchester usually never ended well. With Adam being in a cage- it was safe to say that if you’re not a full-blooded Winchester, your fate is very bleak. Very, very bleak. You on the other hand, never believed this. Neither did your twin sister, Hannah. When your mom died, she gave you the address of a Bobby Singer who then introduced you to your brothers- well, half brothers, Dean and Sam Winchester. They were one of the strongest men you’ve ever met in your life, and to say you weren’t a little bit intimidated was a lie.

You and Hanna were complete polar opposite. She was outgoing, and very easy to talk to; whereas, you were a bit on the shyer side, always anxious about saying the wrong things. But you got along pretty well. She understood you, and always tried to do her best to make you comfortable. Despite being quieter, it didn’t mean you were bad company. You had a lot of friends who thought you were the life of the party- well, before you moved to the other end of the country. Life with your brothers wasn’t exactly what you were expected. They bonded so well with Hannah (as expected), and you could see yourself becoming distant from them.

It wasn’t until they started training you two to hunt that you saw the clear favouritism towards your sister. You were equally as good as Hannah when it came to picking up the skills that your brothers taught you, but you were never praised. You were never given a high five, and offered to go out for your favourite treat. You were absolutely sure your brother had no malice intentions when doing these things. It was just your personality.

Dean was an extrovert through and through. You thought you could win him over through your cooking, but apparently he didn’t like anyone else working in the kitchen but him. By the time you found out his love for pie, he had already banned you from using the kitchen.

Sam was good-natured, and you were sure that you and him would get along very well. But, Sam was too excited at the prospect of a sister that he became more of an extrovert as well. He wanted to socialize, go out, and do things with his little sister.

It’s not like you hated going out or anything. You were fond of spending time with your family, but socializing drained you, and you were already quiet from the beginning. It was hard to get close to your new brothers when all they wanted to do was outgoing activities, but you did try.

You sat in when Dean was fixing his Baby or washing her, but he didn’t like the silence, so in the end he turned on his music. That’s when Hannah came in. She made a joke about his taste in music which he took full offense to, and she started asking questions about his car, and next thing you knew, he was teaching her everything about Baby- forgetting that you were even there.

With Sam it was a little easier. He was better to be around since you both were avid readers. You sometimes would read with him, but that left no room for communication, and you were left with a gap between you and your brother. There was one time where he wanted to go to the library, and you wanted to go as well, but that was until Dean piped in, and said that he wanted to go alone so he could ask the cute librarian out. Immediately, you backed out- not wanting to latch onto him when he wanted some alone time.

Cases like this kept happening, and it was harder to try. Too much time has passed, and you got nowhere closer to your brother than when you first met.

Then, there was the day that changed everything.

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fragile ones

on ao3

title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk

i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write

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Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.

If only he’d shut up.

She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.

Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.

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anonymous asked:

I saw your comment on Facebook and I wanted to tell you this... I don't like your profile because you like Sakura and you don't like Hinata, she's sweet, besides, Hinata was the only one who helped Naruto to react when Obito said cruel words, she touched his face to help him, she gave a speech for Naruto, she isn't selfish, that nobody did.... neither Sakura or Sasuke! that's why Hinata is the best, ignorants!

Jesus… here we go.

I saw your comment on Facebook and I wanted to tell you this…

Why do you do it here and not on Facebook? What did you do to find me on Tumblr? Should I take better care of myself? I mean, did you just look for me for this? Really? You can not be serious. ._.

I don’t like your profile because you like Sakura and you don’t like Hinata, she’s sweet

You said it: YOUR.

It is my account, my profile, my choice, my consideration, my taste, my thinking. Not yours.

I do not care if you say that she is sweet, if for me it is not, it is not.

Hinata was the only one who helped Naruto to react when Obito said cruel words (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!)

I would not be so sure. Do you know who helped Naruto to react WITHOUT the need to touch his face or something else? Sasuke Uchiha.

And not only that, but Naruto made everyone know his true feelings. They felt his heart and knew his pain by not always reaching Sasuke.

Naruto also reminded his loved ones that died and that’s exactly what motivated Naruto to go fight with Sasuke. He did not want to miss an opportunity again.

And his words confirm what I said.

she isn’t selfish

Shikamaru was about to die, but he got up because he decided to help Naruto after feeling his heart. That motivated him and helped him not to want to die.

Everyone was glad when they saw that Shikamaru was better. 

But, you know, Hinata does not care about anyone other than Naruto-kun. Please, we’re talking about one her comrades! 

she gave a speech for Naruto (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!) 

Are you sure? 

Surprise! Gaara and Sakura say hello.

she touched his face to help him (that nobody did…. neither Sakura or Sasuke!)

Where have I seen this before?

Oh, it’s true. :D

that’s why Hinata is the best, ignorants!

And that’s why I don’t like Hinata, so thanks, you just made me show the character’s lack of originality. :)

It’s funny that you always want to get Hinata where she does not belong. That does not work for me because the manga shows you totally the opposite. I’m sorry. 

(I talked about the fourth ninja war, but when you want, I can show you more.)

dude i get that maven’s attractive in that dark tortured soul must be saved way but he is so irredeemable in king’s cage i don’t understand why people still ship him with mare in canon.  like marecal and cal obviously aren’t perfect but at least they’re not downright toxic?  i

Falling for you

This is a gift for @avelyst who came with this genius idea of Chat sneaking in Mari’s room and Mari decking him. 



Chat Noir took a deep breath as he opened the skylight to Marinette’s room. Now, one may wonder why he did that. Well, there is a funny little story. Earlier that day they had been at Marinette’s place, working on homework. Which was a wonderful experience of bonding and mutual suffering. Only if Adrien didn’t use most of the time to write Ladynoir fanfiction. And after they were done, he had to rush out because otherwise, he would have been late to the piano practice. And he forgot the page with Ladynoir fanfiction on it. And he wanted to get it back before Marinette reads it. If she hadn’t read it already. It would have been bad if Marinette discovered it, given how much she didn’t ship Ladynoir. He glanced down to make sure Marinette was asleep. Her blanket was thrown off entirely, she was sleeping in a position that looked rather painful and she was drooling. Yes, certainly in deep sleep. Now time to be as sneaky and smooth as his alias.

What he didn’t take in consideration was the fact that he just managed to be as unlucky as his alias. Which, he certainly was given he managed to trip over himself and falling over Marinette’s sleeping body. For a few seconds, he didn’t move and neither did she. Chat almost thought she kept sleeping even thought that. But before he got the chance to thank his lucky stars, he was decked in the face.

“Wait, I’m… “

He didn’t have the chance to answer as he was hit with a pillow multiple times. By the time the pillow attack ended, Chat was so dizzy he didn’t even register a piece of cloth being shoved in his mouth. What he did notice however was being lifted up and thrown over the side of Marinette’s loft. And just when he thought he would face plant the floor and wake up the whole building, Marinette caught him by the tail and left him hanging over.

“What do you… mon dieu, Chat Noir?!”

He was immediately yanked back and fell on his back on the bed. Marinette immediately began fussing over him.

“Oh my god, Chat, I’m so sorry for punching you in the face and hitting you with a pillow and gaging you and… “ she squeaked, realizing he still had that piece of cloth shoved in his mouth. She took it out and threw it aside.

“I’m so sorry. Chat?”

His green eyes were fixed on her. “You have one hell of a right hock, Princess.”

“Are you bruised? I can bring you some ice if you need. My God, Chat, don’t you ever sneak up on me like that, I could have seriously hurt you and… hold on.” she narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing sneaking up in my room in the middle of the night?”

Chat pulled the best innocent look he could muster.

“You see, it is quite aa funny story.”

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, I’m simply dying to hear it.”

Chat gulped. He was fucked.

Jughead & Reader: Can’t Take it Anymore

Summary: You and Jughead agreed to have a little fun together while remaining friends. While you were ready for a relationship with him, he didn’t think it’d be a good idea. As friends with benefits, the two of you take dates to a friend’s party. When he sees you with your date, he realizes he can’t control his jealousy anymore.
NSFW


Listen to: Curveballs - The Wombats


The lights were dim, the door was locked, and the only sound you could hear was the moan escaping Jughead’s lips and the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. Your shoulders dragged against the sheets, pulling them out of place while your fingers tangled in his hair. He was kissing your neck, sending chills down your spine from the way his lips felt against your warm skin.

Everything was perfect… until your phone rang. 

“Jughead,” you whispered, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him away from your neck. 

He looked at you, slightly out of breath. “Ignore it,” he told you. 

You rolled your eyes before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your phone. It was Archie. You sat up in bed, pulled the covers to your chest, then answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Archie said. “Do you have a minute?”

Jughead could hear Archie through the phone and he gave you a look. He wanted to continue kissing like you were before but you were curious as to why Archie would call. You pushed Jughead away when he tried to kiss your neck again. “Yeah, what’s up?” You asked. 

“Betty’s having a little party at her house tomorrow. I think it’s just a little barbecue or something, but I was just wondering if you wanted to go?”

You looked at Jughead and saw he was staring at you curiously. “With you?” You asked, just to clarify. 

Archie laughed. “Yeah, with me. Is that okay?”

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A Little Romance (RWBY Snippet)

“Ruby, I have a business proposal that I’d like you to consider.”

“A business proposal, Weiss?” Ruby grinned. “Today?”

“Yes, Ruby, today.” Weiss handed Ruby the file. “Please, read it and let me know what you think.”

Ruby had only gotten a few lines in when her lips began to twitch. “Weiss… this doesn’t seem like a business proposal even if you’ve formatted it like one.”

“Is that so…”

“It says that you want complete romantic exclusivity.” Ruby glanced at Weiss. “On a permanent basis.”

“You would be adequately compensated by the pleasure of my company,” Weiss replied archly. “And I’ve been told that my company is very pleasurable.”

“Yeah… it is.” Ruby chuckled as Weiss blushed.

“Ruby! You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Well, it’s what I meant.” Ruby continued to read. “You also want us to cohabit permanently.”

“It would be the most efficient thing to do.”

“And you’d like us to, and I quote, ‘Consider the possibility of progeny’.”

“Two or three would be preferable although I’m open to having more or less depending on your opinion.”

Ruby raised one eyebrow. “You would also like to make this commitment public through the holding of a formal ceremony and the display of matching rings.” Ruby put the file down. “Weiss… are you asking me to marry you?”

The Schnee made a face. “Maybe… are you saying yes or no?”

“And you call me a dork,” Ruby teased before leaning across the table to kiss Weiss’s lips. “But yes, I’m saying yes.” Her eyes twinkled. “But you’ll have to add a few clauses to the contract.”

“Whatever you want.”

“I didn’t read anything in there about cookies or strawberries. Add something.”

“I’ll buy you the world’s biggest bakery and the world’s biggest strawberry farm.”

“There also wasn’t anything in there about marital relations.” Ruby smiled at Weiss. It was a distinctly toothy smile. “There definitely needs to be something in there about that.”

“I could, ahem, add something to that effect too. What were you thinking?”

“Hmm…” Ruby tapped Weiss’s cheek. “I was thinking a lot.”

“A lot?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

“Uh… how much is a lot?”

Ruby leaned across the table again. “How about I show you?”

“Um…”

X     X     X

“Hmm… Weiss’s office is locked.” Blake frowned. “I wonder if she went home…” The Faunus trailed off as her keen hearing picked up on some very distinct sounds. “Nope. She definitely didn’t go home, and neither did Ruby.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do 53 and 33 for Montgomery de la Cruz?

Hell yeah I can! Also bless your soul for requesting something and giving me something to do ily 💕

33. The door’s locked.

53. Take your shirt off.

The door’s locked,” Montgomery relays apprehensively, his head turning to glance at the girl standing behind him. 

“The fuck you mean it’s locked,” she hisses, pushing past him to see for herself. Sure enough the handle jingles tightly in her hand but does not completely twist. The music is too loud for anyone to hear them pounding on the door. She had come upstairs to take a breather from the party, not to get locked in Jessica Davis’s bedroom with Montgomery De La Cruz. 

“You gonna talk to me now? Ya know, since we’re kind of stuck in here together. Or are you gonna continue to avoid me?” he asks, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“I’m not avoiding you,” her eyes drop from his face to the floor, voice wavering. Lying has never been her strong suit.

They had been partnered together for a project in biology, and much to her surprise they got along great. She was cold towards him at first, since her prior interactions with him had been him checking her out in the hallway and her rolling her eyes whenever she caught him, or when she would stumble across him getting aggressive with someone who did or didn’t deserve it. 

She didn’t want to like him. He’s a dick of the douchiest variety. But not always, not all the time. After many late nights of doing research he got comfortable around her and relaxed. He would crack stupid jokes and make lame puns that made her laugh in-spite of herself. He would randomly ask her questions like “what do you think about multiverse theory?” and “What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?” He would let her nap on the couch if she got tired while he continued to search for articles and would wake her up when he came across something that he found particularly exciting. He could be endearing when he wanted to be.

They got close. Closer than she could have anticipated. One night the previous week they were making final edits on the project, laughing about this and that. She can’t remember what he said, but she playfully shoved his chest in response and he nudged her shoulder back and she kicked at his leg and then they were rolling around on the floor when he quietly mumbled, “come here,” and she teasingly responded with, “I don’t think I can really get much closer,” to which he whispered, “I think you can.” And then he kissed her.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to kiss the infamous Montgomery De La Cruz. He was a prick, but a gorgeous one at that. All of the eye rolls and shit talking in the world couldn’t change the fact that given the opportunity, most of the girls at Liberty High would sell their soul to kiss the devil himself.

It was sweet. He had pulled her flush against his chest and let his hands play at her sides while she climbed onto his lap, resting her one hand at the side of his neck and letting the other run down his arm. It wasn’t what she would have expected. But he wasn’t what she expected either. 

That was all it was. Just one kiss. Nothing more. He didn’t push it further and neither did she. When she pulled away he had this soft smile on his lips and a serene look in his eyes that she had never seen before. He looked so calm, so at peace. And it made her heart melt. 

But he was still Monty, and she knew what everyone in the school thought of him, and what they would think of her if this progressed into anything more than a one time kiss. It was hypocritical, to desire someone but damn anyone who actually got something. Nonetheless, she pulled away. Avoiding him since then. She didn’t want to be the type to care what other people thought, but they could be so damn cruel, and she had kept such a pristine image so far. 

“Seriously?” Monty snaps, pulling her out of her thoughts, “I’m literally the only other person in here and you’re still pretending like I don’t exist.”

“I’m very much aware of your existence,” she quips, sitting on the edge of Jessica’s bed. She notices a variety of colored sharpies on the nightstand.

“You’re just choosing to ignore it,” he rolls his eyes.

“I’m talking to you right now, aren’t I?” she raises an eyebrow, feigning casualty. 

He snorts, running a hand through his hair. “I’m all you’ve got right now, so it doesn’t count for much.”

“Didn’t think you’d care all that much,” she shrugs, leaning over to grab the colorful assortment of sharpies.

“I kissed you and then you started avoiding me like the plague. How could I not care?!” his voice raises in exasperation.

“Because you’re you,” her tone is serious as she looks him straight in the eye.

“Yeah, yeah my reputation sucks. I’m awful,” he glowers.

“Only sometimes. You can be sweet when you want to be,” she offers.

“Not sweet enough for it to matter apparently.”

Take your shirt off.”

“What?” he asks, taken aback. This conversation has taken an abrupt turn.

“I’m gonna draw on you,” she shakes the sharpies in her hand, “Gotta pass the time somehow.”

He’s somewhat startled and confused by the request, but his shirt still comes off as he makes his way over to the bed. He lies on his back as she straddles his lap, dragging the tip of a green sharpie down his side. She draws twisting vines with sharp thorns that could tear your skin if you got too close. But she also draws blooming roses that smell so sweet you can’t help but drift closer. It’s dangerous and beautiful, terrifying and inviting. It’s a lot like Monty.

“You’re sending out some mixed signals you know,” he looks up at her as she shades in a petal. One minute she’s ducking around corners to bypass his gaze and the next she’s straddling his half naked body.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters, her lip stuck between her teeth in concentration, “I like you, but your reputation is hard to swallow.”

He nods in understanding, watching her use him as a canvas. “Can I draw on you?”

“Sure,” her eyes widen a bit in surprise. “Where?”

“Your back,” he explains as she rolls off him and he sits up, switching places.

She turns away from him, sliding her shirt off and unhooking her bra before laying chest down on the bed. He picks up a sharpie and she feels the cool ink on her skin. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation. It’s a large design that takes up a majority of the two sides of her back. It feels like he’s drawing wings. 

“Angel wings?” she asks, twisting her head at an attempt to get a look at him.

“Good guess,” he grins, nodding in affirmation. 

“Why?” she laughs, “Cause I’m so etherial?”

“Something like that,” he laughs, his one hand gripping her side tightly to keep her still. She likes the feeling of his skin on hers.

“Can you keep a secret? she asks, biting her lip as she waits for a response.

“What kind of secret?” he asks, sitting back so his weight isn’t holding her down as much.

She rolls over so she’s facing him, reaching up to place one hand at the back of his neck. Her lips press against his in the most inviting way, making his eyes shut instinctively as he leans into it.

“Yeah,” he breathes out heavily, moving to hover over her as his arms wrap around her back to press their bare chests together tightly. “I can keep a secret.”


*Sorry that turned out to be way longer than a drabble, I got a little carried away*

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PROMPT; in which archie andrews finds himself smitten with a dear friend, and after a not-so-fun encounter during lunch, it dawns on him that its about time he comes clean.

PARING/CHARACTERS; archie andrews x reader, jughead jones, betty cooper, and veronica lodge.

WARNINGS; angst, feels, more angst and probably more feels, and swearing is nearly guaranteed.

AUTHOR’S NOTE; wow okay so there’s not a lot of archie imagines or anything on tumblr so i tried my best and yeah. but nonetheless, i enjoyed writing this and wouldn’t mind writing more, so send me in some more archie requests!


Archie never expected anything like this.

He never expected for Jason Blossom to die. He never expected to end up dating (would that be the right word?) his music teacher- hell, he never expected to fall in love.

No, he didn’t fall in love with Ms. Grundy.

He fell in love with you.

And, God, did it take him forever to finally realize it. Yeah, he knew there were feelings for you, but he just didn’t know what they meant.

You’d simply glance at him and his heart would start beating faster, or maybe you’d laugh at some comment Jughead made about Reggie and the rest of the jocks and his stomach would erupt into butterflies.

He was so smitten and he didn’t even know it.

He’d stare at you, just smiling to himself because you were oblivious to it. And if you did notice, you’d just roll your eyes and tell him to take a picture. But he didn’t need a picture, because how could he - how could anyone forget you?

It wasn’t until Veronica said something did he notice his feelings - his true feelings - towards you.

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Love Like You

(This contain spoilers from the movie ‘Logan’)

 Logan x POC reader

@whitefangedrose





Scared.

He’s dying.

You watched as Logan enters inside the broken down compound, stumbling around as he took hard breaths as he walked passed you and Caliban. There are blood stains on his dress shirt, still bleeding.

He drops the medication bag for Professor Xavier on the table as he goes into the bathroom.

“Something is wrong with him.” Caliban spoke. “You know it.”

“Why because I’m an empath?” You question.

Caliban was right. You’re an empath. You knew Logan was keeping things from you and him. You felt it everyday.


Depression.

Confusion.

You slowly enter the room as Professor Xavier was having his bad days. He was sitting in his wheelchair, moving around and rambling words he heard from a Taco Bell commercial. Advance stages of Alzheimers. You were hit with waves of confusion and agitation. 

“Hello Professor.” You smile softly at him.

He stares at you. “Who are you? Why am I here?”

Professor Xavier didn’t remember you today.


Cheerful.

It was the first time you seen Professor Xavier in such a good mood in a long time. The first time he was acting like his former self. All because of this little girl.

Laura.

She had to be at least 11 years old. The child didn’t speak a word but you felt that she was feeling comfortable around you and Professor Xavier. Logan didn’t want anything to do with her.

“Logan, she’s a child.” You whispered angrily. “We’re not abandoning her.”

“She’s not our responsibility, y/n.” Logan snaps. “Our lives were fine-”

“Our lives now is beyond fine!”


Protective.

Laura became tense and agitated very quickly. A man came inside, slowly approaching the two of you with restraints in his hand. You hear the familiar sounds of snikt. You looked down at Laura’s hands, in disbelief as you saw two pairs of claw blade emerged from the little child’s balled up knuckles.


Rage.

You weren’t surprised when Logan explains that Laura was his daughter. Even a blind person could clearly see that. Apparently, Laura is his clone. 

“She’s your child.”

“y/n ,I didn’t ask for this.” Logan grunts. 

“Neither did she. You’re the only parent she has in this world.”


Helpless.

Panic.

Your body could barely move as Professor Xavier started to have his seizures again. It was worst than before. Almost as worst than the one he had a year ago.

Your legs felt heavy as you took a slow step towards Laura, who was on the ground, using her claws to move to Professor Xavier. You needed to protect her. You didn’t care about the guns pointing at you.


Two days. He skipped his medication for two days. You were reasonably angry at him. He endangered not only his life, but yours, Logan and Laura’s. 

“You could’ve gotten us kill, Charles!” You yell. “You almost did.” Tears spill down your cheek.

Finish us off.


Safe.

Comfort.

The Munson family were the sweetest people you ever met. They filled that void you had been feeling for a year. 

When you were alone, you felt Logan’s arms wrap around you. He places a kiss on your temple. He always harbored those feelings towards you.

You found yourself in the guest room Professor Xavier was sleeping in, just to make sure he was okay. Laura came in a few minutes later and slept in your lap. 


Distress.

Fear.

Rage.

Everything became so chaotic. Your heart stops as you watch the blades disappeared into the Professor’s chest. He gasped in surprised. Laura screams and attacks ‘Logan’. He tosses the child against the wall and you felt sharp pain in your stomach. 

Laura never stops screaming.


Anger.

Chaotic.

Due to being an empath, you not only felt others emotions but imitate mutations around you as well. Your body starts heals, Laura is still screaming. You see the Munsons lying dead. Charles barely holding on to life. You went to find Laura. She was in restraints. Logan fighting a younger version of himself.


Grief

Frustration

The three of you buried Charles in a small lake. It wasn’t the ocean but you assumed he’ll be at peace now. Logan wanted to be alone. He always wanted to be alone. He blames himself. Self-pity and blame is all he felt. He wants to leave Laura but you won’t let him.

“Why you being fucking selfish?” You shout.

“Look at what’s happened, y/n! I have all this blood on my hands and I’m fucking sick of it!”


Hatred.

Logan’s body was getting worse. It was the metal embedded onto his skeleton poisoning his blood. 

“You’re dying, Logan. I know it’s the adamantium causing blood poisoning.” You said to him. “Your body can’t handle it anymore.”

He didn’t speak to you.


Guilt.

Safety.

The kids at Eden were very nice and resourceful. Logan has been asleep for two days but he was plagued with his usual nightmares. Laura has similar ones too. She would ask you in Spanish to stay with her until she fell asleep after a nightmare.


Rage.

Chaotic.

You decided to go with Laura and the other children across the border. You told Logan that you’ll come back.

He didn’t talk to you.

Then they came for the children. Men chasing down the children. They were going to kill the children. You ran as Laura held your hand tightly.

Then you fell onto the ground as a stray bullet penetrates through your legs. You scream out in pain. You tell Laura to go. But she didn’t. The child went into a complete feral state and all you felt was her rage.


Enraged.

Logan came for her. Logan came for you. 

He fought against the younger clone version of himself but he was being over-powered. Logan was in pain. And you felt rage. The clone impales Logan on a large tree bark. You felt sharp pain bursting out of your own hands.

Bone claws.

You started to fight against the clone, feeding off its own emotions. You didn’t see it as a human being. You didn’t see it as Logan. You saw it as an monster. A monster that needed to die.


Heartbroken.

“Daddy…” 

You cradled Logan’s head. Your tears fell from your eyes onto his face. His breathing was labored. He looks at you then to Laura. 

“So this…is…what…it…feels like…” Logan whispers.

You smile sadly at him. “When I see the way you act,” You started to sing to him, to ease his pain. “Wondering when I’m coming back, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love like you.”

He was feeling loved. At peace with himself for the first time in so long. 

“I love you, James ‘Logan’ Howlett.”

“I know y/n. I do too.”


Loved.

You buried him and gave him a small funeral. 

As you and the others were starting to leave, Laura removed the cross from his grave and repositioned it so it was an ‘X’. 

You smile softly.

He was the last living X-Men. 

“I miss him.” Laura says. 

“I miss him too.”

Three hours, Twenty-four Minutes & Nine Seconds

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: No 

Words: 3.500+

Summary: This is like the second installment of me writing angsty Calum because I love that so much and idk why?? So it’s hard to make a summary but it’s basically Calum being really sad over Y/N leaving after a fight and trying to cope with all his emotions at once. 

Calum felt a shaky breath escape his lips once he forced his eyes to glare out of the window. With one single glance towards the wrong direction he knew he wouldn’t have been able to look away from it again.

Not this time. He didn’t have the power, the control or the mentality to do it.

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Yousana AU: whatever your soulmate writes/draws on their skin appears on your skin too

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The first time Sana has heard about it she was 6. At least that’s the first time she remembers hearing of it.

“You need to stop scribbling your To-do list on your hands!”, she had heard her father complain about her Mamma to her Mamma. He was still laughing about it though. “That’s what notebooks are there for.”

Sana was sitting at the dinner table. Her eldest brother sitting across from her, Elias next to her. Their parents on each end of the table.

Sana remembers sitting there, confused of what her dad meant. Why would it bother him if she wrote on her hands? That’s something Sana did sometimes too. When she was drawing pictures she sometimes accidentally drew on herself and sometimes she just tried to see if she could draw flowers on her hands and arms. And other times little drawings just appeared on her skin. She didn’t think much of it because it happened often and the drawings faded and vanished not too long after they appeared. 

At that time at the dinner table, being too preoccupied with fighting over the last slice of dessert with Elias, she didn’t think about it any more.

Not much time passed, in Sana’s first year of school, she heard older girls talking about their soulmates. One time, when waiting for her dad to pick her up from school, she heard two girls of the highest grade in school talk and one of them was complaining and almost crying.

“How am I supposed to find my soulmate? I don’t even understand what he’s writing on the back of his hand all the time. It looks like Russian or something.” She had held her hand up to show it to her friend. But Sana saw the untidy writing too. “I don’t know any Russian people, what if I never find my soulmate?”

That girl was hysterical but Sana didn’t understand why. She was too young to care about soulmates. Neither did she understand the concept of soulmates completely.  So when her dad came to pick her up, Sana instantly asked him.

“Does everyone really have a soulmate? How do you find them? Is Mamma your soulmate? Do you always find your soulmate?”

She was fascinated by her dad’s explanation.
Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they are destined to be with. Their other half. And whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin; whatever they write on their skin appears on your skin.

“Your Mamma and I were friends for some time and I had already fallen in love with her before we realized we were soulmates.” This story makes Sana’s heart grow every time she thinks of it. That was the first time somebody talked to her about soulmates, the first time she really understood why she had random drawings or scribblings on her arms once in a while, the first time many small conversations she overheard made sense.

Still, she was only 6 years old and didn’t realize that her dad didn’t answer all her questions. He had left Sana’s last question unanswered.

It all sounded like a fairy-tale to her. Going about your life and finding random drawings on your skin every once in a while which will tell you who your soulmate is. 

Well, unfortunately this feeling didn’t last forever. 

Until she turned 14 little words or tiny drawings kept appearing on Sana’s skin. But nothing out of the ordinary. Usually just reminders for homework, or other insignificant things that didn’t have a bigger meaning for Sana.

After that, for a very long time Sana didn’t see anything on her skin that she didn’t write or draw. It’s not like she looked for something new every day, that’s not what she did. Not many people do that. Usually, it just happens and you laugh about a bad drawing or the poor handwriting. Many people don’t put much significance on the fact that your soulmate indirectly paints your skin. 

Unfortunately, in contradiction to what Sana believed when she was 6, not everyone finds their soulmate. Many people fall in love with someone whose drawing on their own skin doesn’t end up on their wife or husband’s skin. 
It’s accepted, it’s almost the norm by now. Only a small percentage of people are lucky enough to fall in love with their soulmate. Sana’s parents are one of those lucky couples.

Sana was fine with that. She might not find her soulmate because maybe, she thought, soulmates are over glorified. You probably don’t need to find them to be in a happy relationship. 

So when Sana found herself looking forward to every time her brother brought his friends home, she didn’t care if that one boy with the dark, slightly curly hair who always found a way to spend a few minutes alone with her, just making small-talk, was her soulmate or not. All she cared about was Yousef smiling at her from across the room whenever Sana was in his field of vision. All she cared about was Yousef going out of his way to make Sana feel better whenever he notices something is up. All she cared about were the butterflies she felt when Yousef was near her.

Sitting at a table on the school yard now, talking to Chris, Eva, Vilde and Noora made Sana remember all of this. Vilde talks about the essay she wrote in her exams today and that she wrote about the topic of soulmates and how big the chance is that they meet.

None of the girls at the table have found their soulmate yet. No surprise here that most of them have a rather pessimistic view on finding your one and only soulmate. The older you get, the less you care about that. Because you know how small the chance of you actually meeting them and additionally falling in love with them is. 

“All my soulmate ever writes on his hand are reminders on when to do stuff. But he never writes what he has to remember. Just the time.”, Chris explains and absentmindedly covers her left hand with her right hand. 

“Mine doesn’t write anything at all.”, Sana mentions. She had mentioned it before, when she talked with Chris about this. But all of them discussing this topic is very unusual. It’s not something this group of friends talks much about.

Right when Eva starts talking about very immature drawings that sometimes appear on her left arm, Sana’s phone beeps three times back to back. She unlocks her phone and bites her lip to not grin too much.

She received three texts from Yousef.

“Did your exam go well?”

“Wait, no. It definitely did.”

“But how well? That’s the right question.”

Sana forgets to try to contain her smile while she answers him that it went better than she expected because it was a hard exam.
And she also writes “But aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” and sends the message.
Sana only looks up from her phone when the girls call her name all at the same time.

“Huh?”, is all Sana can ask. Her eyes fall down on her phone once again and she sees Yousef is typing something.

“Sana, is a handsome, tall, dark haired boy you’re in love with texting you right now?” Noora asks which makes all the other girls laugh. Even Sana laughs a little but quickly presses her lips together to make herself stop.

“It definitely is Yousef. Nobody else makes Sana smile this much.” Vilde answers instead of Sana who refused to say something to that.

But now Sana looks up at them again and explains:“ He only asked how my exam went.”, while he should be working, she thinks to herself and smiles a little. Sana’s phone beeps two times in a row but she doesn’t look what the texts are because she knows the girls are waiting for it.

She sees all four of them smiling broadly at her, their smiles almost unnervingly wide. 

“O yeah. He’s only ever asking how your exam went.”, Noora says with an ironic tone.

“Or how your basketball game went.”, Chris adds.

“If he wasn’t there himself.”, Eva mentions with her eyebrows raised. Yousef barely ever misses her Basketball games. It started as him tagging along when Elias came to watch and now Yousef is almost always there, in the audience, clapping and cheering.

“Or how the Russe-van is coming along.”, Vilde adds, “Russe girls rule the world, right?”

Sana can’t help but smile widely because even when the girls just want to tease her in this moment, Sana is aware that Yousef does all that because he cares. She blushes at that thought but tries to shake it off before the girls notice.

Sana acts annoyed and says:“ I’m not telling you anything ever again.” Sometimes she regrets sharing so much with her friends because they find a way to use it to tease her. Since her and Yousef have been getting closer, the girls don’t miss a chance to do exactly that.

“Aww, Sana. Don’t be like that.”, Chris says laughingly and hugs Sana to her side for a few seconds.

“But honestly, who needs a soulmate if they have someone like Yousef already.”, Eva blurts out, not intending to do so. The girls know Sana doesn’t care about that but being reminded is still not pleasant. 

Vilde leans a little forward in her seat and asks: “Sana, are you sure he’s not your soulmate? You two fit perfectly into the description of how soulmates are supposed to be.”

Sana doesn’t realize she does it but she sighs, maybe even a little disappointed. She shakes her head and answers: “There was not an instance that made it seem like it.” Her soulmate hasn’t been very creative on his skin and Sana has not seen anything she wrote on his skin. That could be because what she writes vanishes from the skin of her soulmate not long after she writes something on her own. To be honest, she didn’t look for it either. Maybe, just maybe, she feared to be disappointed.

A few minutes later Eva, Noora and Vilde need to get to their next class but Sana and Chris have the rest of the day off. 

Sana finally gets the chance to look at her phone again and reads the two messages from Yousef.

“I had a five minute break. I’m never on my phone while working, you know that :) ”

“I’ll get off work in half an hour. Wanna meet me here and go eat something together?

Sana looks at the time and calculates that he’ll be done with work in 15 minutes. Just enough time to walk to the kindergarten, the place Yousef means with ‘here’. She texts him back, which he will see when he’s done.

“I’ll be there :)

Chris and Sana end up walking the same way. The kindergarten Yousef works in is on the way to Chris’ house. Sana enjoys just walking around and talking with Chris because even though she is light-hearted and funny most of the time, Chris is one of Sana’s favorite people to talk to. About anything and everything.
When they arrive at the kindergarten Chris and Sana have finished discussing their exams and they hug goodbye. However, when they part from the hug and Chris wants to go past Sana to walk home, she stumbles. Sana quickly holds onto Chris’ arm. She stands up straight again and both girls start laughing because something like this always happens to them. 

Chris, however, stops laughing before Sana which confuses Sana. Chris is staring down and to see what made her stop laughing Sana follows her gaze. Chris is staring at Sana’s hands.

“I thought your soulmate doesn’t ever draw?” Chris asks. The question sounds more excited than anything else. This confuses Sana and she quickly raises her left hand. A little stick figure, a small flower and something that looks like an upside-down V appear and vanish a few seconds later.

Sana doesn’t know how to feel. It’s the first time in forever that this happens but she doesn’t care because she is about to meet Yousef who is perfect for her; it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t him who drew that stupid little stick figure on his hand.

Chris just waits for Sana to say something, which she doesn’t. Sana just shrugs and smiles which Chris takes as a sign to leave then.

“I’m outside :)”, Sana texts Yousef and leans on the wall.
She turns her phone in her hand a few times and gets nervous because she’ll see Yousef in a few minutes. A good type of nervous. She feels more than comfortable with him and hasn’t seen him yesterday so her excitement is even bigger than usual. She might not always show it but she is really glad that Yousef is in her life, and not only as her older brother’s best friend.

Sana’s phone beeps twice. Two messages from Elias.

“I’m getting Pizza for lunch”

“Want your usual pizza? You deserve it after your exam!”

Sana smiles to herself and texts him back.

“Thank you, Elias.”

“But I’m eating lunch with Yousef. See you later :)”

Five minutes later Yousef walks out of the building and his eyes immediately search for Sana and find her. She pushes herself off of the wall and waits for him and smiles at him. He looks a little stressed but once she smiles, he smiles. 

“Hi.”

“Hi.”, they greet each other at the same time.

Yousef puts his jacket on, which he was holding in his left hand and his backpack in his right hand. Sana goes to take his backpack to hold until he puts his jacket an.

“Sorry for making you wait.”, Yousef says, looking genuinely sad about it, “But three kids drew on me while I was busy with another kid and when I pulled my hand back two of them got mad. Because drawing on someone doesn’t hurt the person being drawn on. So I had to explain why No means No even if it’s something small like that. And I tried to get the color off my hand.”

Sana stands there, engrossed in his story. She loves how passionate he is about the kids he works with and that he puts so much effort into teaching them even the smallest things. 

“It’s fine, really. I didn’t wait that long anyway.”, Sana says. Yousef who was preoccupied with his backpack he took from Sana again, looks up at her and smiles broadly when he sees her smiling at him. They stand like that for a few seconds. Just smiling and looking each other into the eyes.

Finally, they snap out of their little bubble when Sana asks if he’s ready to go. Yousef nods but first points at his head but says: “There’s a bug on your hood.“ 

Sana just raises her eyebrows and doesn’t get to say anything because Yousef asks: "Should I ..”, and motions to get the bug off of her hood. Sana nods and Yousef comes closer, takes the bug and puts it on one of the bushes close to them. Then he goes to stand in front of Sana again who says Thanks. Yousef just nods and drags his left hand through his hair. Sana’s eyes follow that movement and something catches her eye. Her heart beats even faster for a second. Sana steps closer to him and instinctively takes his left hand in hers and looks at it. 

“Eh.. Sana..”, Yousef says pretty confused with the situation. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest that she’s so close but her staring at his hand is a little weird. 

Sana looks up, into his eyes and tries to catch her breath. Sana sees a little smudged line right in the middle of Yousef’s back of the hand. Exactly where the upside down V appeared on Sana’s hand, on the same spot, not long ago.

“What did the kids draw on your hand?”, Sana asks. She doesn’t even know what kind of answer would make her happy. But she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

Yousef furrows his eyebrows, still confused. “Well, I’m not sure. A stick figure, a flower and a girl tried to write my name but because I don’t like anything drawn on me I pulled my hand away before she could finish the Y.”

Yousef explains oblivious to Sana’s thoughts. Once Sana processes what this means she breaks into a grin and can’t contain it. Yousef, who was too confused to react first, finally understands what Sana could be thinking. Sana drops Yousef’s hand and hastily goes through her bag to get a pen out of it. She really hopes she is right. Otherwise the next thing she is going to do will be awkward as hell.

Now, Yousef understood what Sana is doing and he definitely knows what she was thinking seconds ago. Both of them hold their breath as Sana holds the pen close to the palm of her left hand. Yousef raises his own left hand and turns his hand so that his palm shows upward. 

Sana and Yousef stand very close, not even one step between them. Sana looks one more time into Yousef’s eyes before she draws in the middle of her palm. She closes her eyes for a moment and hopes she was right. She never hoped she was right so much. 

“Sana.”, she hears Yousef and raises her head to look at him. The biggest grin on his face, Yousef is holding his left hand up, sporting the same heart in the middle of his palm as Sana drew on her own palm.

“Aah!”, Sana shrieks without being able to control it and her pen falls out of her hand as she jumps to hug Yousef. She wraps her arms around his neck and he doesn’t hesitate to hug her back, just as closely. 

Sana didn’t care if Yousef wasn’t her soulmate. She loved him anyway. But having the confirmation that he is indeed her soulmate made her happier than she thought she would be about this. Sana can’t stop smiling the whole time they hug and even when they part from the hug and look at each other. Yousef has the same big smile playing on his lips and he takes Sana’s left hand once more and turns her hand to see the heart again. Sana does the same as him; she takes his left hand and turns it to see the heart. It already started to fade but it doesn’t matter.

“We’re soulmates, I guess.”,  Sana finally says.

Yousef laughs at that and nods. 

“But you know, I didn’t need to see this…”, he lifts his hand once more, “… to know that you’re my soulmate!”



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Continuation of/ addition to this AU: part 2

I  was thinking about how Lapis got cheated out of a proper character arc, and how she stays on earth only because she has no other choice. Unlike Peridot, she never chose earth over Homeworld, never made the conscious decision to turn against everything she’d known, never had a proper motive other than necessity for defending the earth and siding with the Crystal Gems.

And then I realized… neither did Amethyst.

She was born after the Rebellion. She sided with the only Gems remaining on earth. She had no way of getting to Homeworld, and even if she did, she would be shattered, first for being associated with the rebels, and then for being defective. In the theme song, Garnet, Pearl and Steven state ideological reasons for fighting for earth; Garnet fights for freedom, Pearl to preserve Rose’s vision of equality, and Steven to protect the planet in all its life.

And Amethyst? “The earth is everything I’ve ever known.” Not that isn’t an equally valid reason, but it’s notably different from the others. This doesn’t make her selfish - it makes her smart and self-preserving, but it also makes her values and beliefs less clearly stated, as well as her alignment.

I’ve said before how much I wished this had been more of a focus of Amethyst’s character - considering defecting to Homeworld and doubting the earth, or taking the opposite path and wishing she had fought in the Rebellion and truly “earned” her place in the Crystal Gems, and envying Pearl, Garnet and Peridot, who had proven they had the courage to leave everything behind to protect the earth. There’s SO MUCH room for character development here, and not just with Amethyst, as she and Lapis share this trait. They could have bonded over it, or argued over differing views of it, or not interacted at all, and just had it addressed separately in their own arcs.

Either way, being robbed of personal choice in the matter of defending earth is a big part of both Lapis and Amethyst’s stories, and I so wish it been addressed.

(Also, semi-related, but this means Lapis is just as much a Crystal Gem as Amethyst is, even if she never officially stated it, because y'know what? Neither did Amethyst, really.)