A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.
WORD COUNT: 3,420
The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.
She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.
Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.
Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”
He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”
Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 3692
Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.
I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.
As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.
I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”
Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs
Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader
Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut
Word count: 1200ish
A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.
2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.
You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.
You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.
You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.
The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.
It starts on a Monday.
Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.
Written by: Nai | @hiddenpolkadots Prompt: Tol: is that my shirt? Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: … no words: 2500
Bellamy is aware that living with Clarke was going to come with some challenges.
(Or, as Octavia put it, rather excitedly, “It’s going to be a total fucking shitshow, and Raven and I have a bet going on who would commit murder first.”)
But despite their friends utmost certainty that things were going to crash and burn within the first week, they’ve been happily living together for the past six months, so he made sure to tell them to suck it after they hit the two week mark, because he’s a responsible adult.
That isn’t to say that it’s a walk in the park either. He and Clarke still argue about every little thing, but that’s just how they communicate. Now they just add arguing about domestic things such as whose turn it is to do the dishes, or why hasn’t he taken out the trash yet into the mix as well. He maybe likes it a bit too much, but no one needs to know about that.
He’s also become privy to a lot more of her quirks which- he likes to think that being friends, or at least acquaintances, with Clarke for over four years meant that he knew her fairly well, but once they move in, it becomes a whole other story.
For example, he learns that despite being left handed, she brushes her hair and teeth with her right, she always has to keep a full cup of water on her bedside table at night, and she needs more pillows than necessary to sleep.
Perhaps the most interesting quirk of hers is that she’s always stealing his clothes, all the fucking time.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against
You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.
“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.
I have a headcanon that Kara is Autistic (I am irl) and Alex is real sweet and protective of her. Maybe high school au?
The glasses help.
The glasses help because they dull the overstimulation.
They help, but Rao, they don’t help everything.
Sometimes, they make things worse.
Because her hands are noisy, and her fingers need the solid feel of the rims underneath their tips.
So she adjusts them constantly – adjusts them when someone expects her to look at them, adjusts them when she jumps when someone touches her, adjusts them when she doesn’t know what to say, because she has her own codes, but it doesn’t seem to match the others’ – and when she adjusts them, people laugh.
They act like she can’t hear. They act like she can’t see.
They act like she doesn’t understand.
But she’s heard her planet scream and she’s seen her planet die and she understands more than any of them ever will.
And she hears them, and she sees them.
And she understands that their hatred exists.
She just doesn’t understand why.
Alex punches them, sometimes.
She punches them when they don’t lay off. When they surround Kara at her locker and make a game of seeing who can get her to stim with her glasses more fiercely.
But they don’t call it stimming.
Because they think she’s the one that doesn’t understand, but really, it’s them that don’t understand… anything.
So Alex punches them, when her words aren’t big enough.
Alex’s hands talk, just like Kara’s do.
And sometimes, they shout.
Just like Kara’s do.
And when Alex is hauled into the principal’s office, it’s Maggie who slips up beside her.
It’s Maggie who looks at her without expecting, without demanding, a direct look back. Maggie who speaks softly because she knows everything else is so loud.
“Hey Kid Danvers. Do you feel like a soft hug? Or maybe something to squeeze?”
“Why do you ask me?” she wants to know, and she adjusts her glasses and this time, with Maggie at her side, waiting for her big sister to get out of the principal’s office, it feels good, not weird. Relieving, not stupid.
“Because everyone deserves to control how they interact with the world, kid.”
Kara glances at her and shifts so she’s leaning into Maggie’s arms.
The pressure is soft and the pressure is constant, and the pressure is so, so welcome.
Maggie doesn’t move, and Maggie doesn’t speak, because the touch is more than enough stimulation for Kara.
They wait together, in the abandoned, after-school halls, for Alex to emerge.
Kara flinches when she hears Alex yell inside the office.
“No, I don’t care! They were hurting her, they were taunting her, they deserved it! I don’t care if you call my parents, because you know what my mom tells me to do? Protect my little sister. And you all clearly aren’t interested in doing that, so someone has to! And that’s going to be me, forever.”
She comes out of the office twenty minutes later with a lopsided grin on her face.
“You should have heard Jeremiah going off on the old man. Something about punishing his daughter instead of the boys who were being mean to you. It was great. I never knew Dad could get scary like that. It was awesome.”
Kara smiles and says nothing, and Alex sighs and lets the adrenaline rush out of her body slightly.
“Hey, looks like you’re pretty comfy there with Maggie.”
“Your girlfriend’s nice to me,” Kara offers by way of explanation, and Alex blushes hard while Maggie beams.
“Anything for a Danvers girl,” Maggie grins, and Kara curls in on herself proudly and Alex preens.
“Ice cream?” Alex invites them both, and she’s not sure who squeals louder, her sister or her girlfriend.
She just knows it’s the best feeling in the world.
@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don’t just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!
Author’s Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he’s not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.
Jeff X Reader
“So it’s just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious.”
“Yep.” Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. “I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I’m on six weeks of rest starting today.”
He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me.”
“Imagine the Joker falling for you when you’re taken hostage during a bank heist.”
Requested by Anon: “Can you write something where the joker meets a girl while him and Harley are out causing mayhem and the joker can’t get the girl out of his head? And he eventually leaves Harley for her?”
A/N: I almost made this a two part fic because I didn’t want it do be too long. But I like how it came out. I hope you guys like it too!~
Warnings: Violence, swearing, falling for people who probably aren’t good for you.
Why did banks always have such long lines? You’d think that they would be a bit more efficient.
“Don’t you just hate long lines?”
“Sorry, what?” You blinked a few times before you realized that the man in front of you was speaking to you. He repeated himself and smiled at you, to which you smiled in return. “Yeah, the lines are usually what keep me from making frequent trips here.”
He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Same here. The reason I’m even here today is for my son.”
“Oh really?” You looked around, “where is he?”
“At the hospital, he just had surgery so I’m withdrawing some money to go buy him something to keep him occupied while he’s recovering.”
Your smile grew a bit, “that’s kind of you. How old is he?”
“He’ll be 6 next month.”
Before you could respond, the blast of an explosion threw everyone in the line onto the floor. The room was engulfed in smoke and debris from the explosion. As the dust started to settle, you could see the two figures responsible.
“Listen up, everybody!” The female voice called out. “You’re all going to do as we say and if you don’t, well…we’ll have to kill ya.” The woman walked towards you and the others who had been line. “Ya got that?”
Prompt: Hi :) could you please do a female JugheadxReader where the reader could be Archie’s somewhat younger sister and she’s always had a crush on Jughead. And then like one day she asks for Jughead’s opinion on her prom dress and then it kind of just escalates from there and turns into like hot smut. Um, haha, so yeah. Please and thank you! :)
A/N: Guys. This took forever to write. Hopefully you like it! I’ve been a bit of a slump but I’m hoping to upload some more. I’m also in the process of moving so my requests are closed until I move! Also I hit 4.7k? Thank you loves xxx
Warnings: Heavy Makeout Session (sorry it’s not the heavy smut you wanted), Archie is a cockblock as always.
As the youngest Andrew, you always hung out with Archie and the gang. Over the years you developed a crush on your brother’s best friend.
Prom was approaching and you had hoped that a certain boy would have asked you. Of course he didn’t. In fact, you didn’t know if he was even going at all.
It was 3 days before Prom when she cornered you.
“Little Andrew!” Her voice rings in your ears as she wraps her fingers around your arm.
“Hey Cherry. Whats up?” You smile at the Blossom twin.
You guys weren’t usually super close but after Jason died, you were the only one who had been there for her.
“So I know you wanted that freak to ask you to the dance-” Cheryl waves her other hand as you blush and try to interrupt her. “Don’t deny it. We’re besties. I know you like him.” She grins and pulls you to walk with her.
“Cherry, Where are you going with this?” Her fingers tighten slightly as we past my brother and his friends.
“Go to Prom with Me.” She shrugs. “Since the freak clearly is too stupid to do anything. Show him how hot you look in a dress.”
“Cheryl…” You shake your head but she waves you into silence again.
“Too late. I already bought your dress and it’s sitting in your room as we speak. Try it on when you get home and ask him for an opinion. Thank me later.” She yells as leaves you by your next class.
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.
hi i was wondering if you could do a riverdale imagine where the (girl) reader is best friends with jughead and she has a huge crush on veronica? i know it’s kind of vague, but you can take it anywhere!! oh and maybe tag me in it? pretty please? ok love you bye💕
I’m sorry if it’s not what you’re looking for @ffremontt , if you want a different one feel free to message me.
Being associated with Jughead Jones had it’s ups and downs. While you were able to connect with a fellow intellectual, you never imagined the whispers that would come about. You dealt with it because, Jughead was a good friend and you couldn’t imagine your life without him; but there came a time when you wished you and your loner friend would get noticed.
That time was the first day of school after an eventful summer. You and Jughead had stayed close over summer, especially after the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Neither of you really cared for the Blossom twins, but the mystery of his disappearance, or death, interested both of you. You found Jughead organizing his locker in the morning and rushed over.
“Hey Jug! Any updates?” He turned his head and gave you a grin. “The novel is coming along fine. I’m caught up so far, now we wait for whatever comes next.” You nodded at our friend, “Hopefully it’ll come soon,” you leaned closer to him, “I heard we have a new student.” His eyebrows quirked up in interest. You gaze was caught by the door at the end of the hall opening and a girl, who you had never seen before, walked in. Your jaw dropped as she strutted her way past where you and your friend were standing. Her dark hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and framed her face beautifully as she gave you a smile. You turned to watch her walk away and your face felt hot as she walked into the Dean’s Office. You heard Jug laugh and say, “And so the plot thickens.”
Jughead made sure that you didn’t forget about the morning and the beauty known as Veronica Lodge. “Skipping class with you isn’t going to worth it anymore if you’re just going to be annoying.” You said as you settled on the bleachers next to your friend. He just laughed, “Me, annoying?” You rolled your eyes and opened a bag of chips. You ate one and held the bag out to Jug who took one as well. You helped him polish up the draft of his novel, or what he had so far and you started on your homework.
“You have Journalism homework?” Asked Jughead as he ate another chip/. You groaned and nodded. “I didn’t do too well on my last assignment, so to keep up my grade, I have to go to the dance and write up an article about it.” He nodded, “Will it be published in the school newspaper?” You looked at the note your teacher gave you as a rubric for the article. “Yeah, it’ll be in next week’s copy.”
“Sounds cool,” he said taking another chip, “I won’t read it.” You grabbed one of your folders and hit him the shoulder with it jokingly. “Jerk.” You muttered and his smiled dumbly. “Wait, did school end?” You asked upon seeing the football practice and some cheerleaders walking along the track. Jughead nodded and got back to typing away, but suddenly lifted his head and laughed. “What?!” You asked, leaning towards him. “Look who’s a cheerleader already!” You squinted and saw that it was Betty Cooper and Veronica walking the track. You almost fell off your seat in embarrassment. She looked adorable in the cheerleading uniform and it was just too much. “You should ask her to the dance, Y/N.”
You turned to face Jughead, your face beet red. “Why!?” You yelled, drawing the attention of the people below. You blushed harder when you saw Veronica looking up into the bleacher to where you were sitting. She gave you a wave, which you shyly return. “You’re going to the dance so you might as well go with someone.” You nodded at his words but turned back to him. “She’s hanging out with Archie though, and I don’t want that to-”
Jughead lifted a finger to silence you. “That doesn’t change anything. Just because I’m a reject doesn’t mean you have to be one too.” He gave to a happy look, “We will still be friends.” You smiled at him, which he tried to return. “Now go get the girl Y/N L/N.”
You made your way down the bleachers and to the track. You ran after the two girls who were still walking. When you finally made it to them, you felt the blush on your face deepen and the butterflies in your stomach start to storm. What if she didn’t even like girls? Maybe this was a mistake, but it was too late now. “Hi.” You said, you sounded so dumb.
“Hello there. You’re Y/N right?” Veronica asked, giving you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You nodded, “Yeah, and I was wondering if you would like to attend the back to school dance with me.” Betty looked at you then at Veronica, and slowly made her way towards one of the football players. “Oh?” Veronica asked, her eyebrows raised. Your heart sank, “Sorry if I weirded you out, I’ll just-” You were cut off by a warm pair of lips on your cheek. “You’ll see me at seven.” She said with a flirty tone, that her large brown eyes seemed to mimic. “I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated and with a sweet smile, she walked away.
You ran back up the bleachers to Jughead, with a stupid grin on your face. The moment you sat down, you let out a large breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. “She said yes!” You squealed excitedly. Jughead let out a laugh, “You have a little something right there.” He pointed at your cheek and you opened your front camera and saw the lipstick stain. You just smiled at your loner friend who, for the first time in a while, felt like maybe people weren’t so bad after all.
Bughead writing prompt where Betty has a crush on Jughead and she gets jealous and he's entirely oblivious
Hope you like it!!! Thank you for requesting!! <3
“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Jughead
Jones?” four faces frowned at the odd question that echoed over their heads and
stopped their previous cheerful chat on their usual lunch table, Kevin even
mentally counting them in his mind to be sure that all of them were present and
not anyone of their small group of friends was actually the one to be looking
around for Jughead. Nope, Archie was to his side, Betty and Veronica across him;
then who the hell was asking for Jughead?
Rugby!Natsu commission for @hellojawsie! Thank you so much for being so patient, Katie! You are so kind ^^
pairing: nalu, mentions of gajevy
characters: natsu, lucy, levy, mentions of gajeel
word count: 2,015
type: fluffy fluff
Lucy knew next to nothing about rugby. She knew that people could get easily injured while playing the sport: their arms could get broken or their faces badly beaten. She even knew someone who had their foot in a cast after all the bones in their foot were crushed. If she was honest, she cared little about the sport.
But she cared so much about one person that played it.
Natsu Dragneel had been her one and only crush all throughout high school. She entered into class one day like normal, and during a boring lecture she peered out the window and saw him throwing around a ball with his teammates. His rose colored hair shone in the sunlight and stood out against the rest of the hues of brown and black, catching her attention right away. After he tossed the ball to a teammate, Natsu looked up and saw her staring at him. He waved and smiled, which stole her heart and further took her attention away from class.
From that moment on, Natsu knew that they were destined to be friends. Yelling a quick goodbye to his friends, he bounded up the steps and began to search for her classroom. After a few moments of hunting, he burst into the room and asked who the ‘weird blonde girl who was starin’ at me,’ was. Natsu’s green eyes stared into hers when the entire class turned and gaped at Lucy, and a grin spread across his face as he strode toward her quickly and stood above her with his fists on his hips.
“Weirdo,” he began, leaning over and picking her up out of her chair, “you’re comin’ with me.”
this could go in a number of angsty directions but I think we all need a little healing from the last episode. hope you like, anon!
is running as fast as she can. Through the dinner lines, past the bewildered
workers. They do not understand her haste, but all that matters to Clarke is
that Bellamy Blake is laying all the way across camp, drugged and injured, and
she is not there with him.
had waited all evening for him to wake up, and just as he was coming to
consciousness, she’d been called away. An attack on the Eastern Front, they’d
said. It looked as if armies were moving in. The moment she found out it was a
false alarm, she’d turned around and booked it back.
feels the radio dig into her waist as she runs. She’d used it to speak to her
mother just minutes ago, who had instructed her to keep Bellamy awake at all
costs. Despite the heavy painkillers he’d been given for his concussion – potential concussion, Clarke reminds
herself – it’s crucial to keep Bellamy conscious.
last, Clarke bounds into the medbay. Miller catches her eye as she approaches. He’s
standing next to the head of the bed, and Monty is perched at Bellamy’s feet.
he awake?” Clarke asks, out of breath. The question is needless, she realizes.
Bellamy’s eyes – though heavily lidded – are open.
says, “He’s only responding to Monty’s voice.”
does, in fact, appear to be blinking sluggishly at Monty. “Keep talking to
him,” Clarke directs. “We have to keep him conscious.”
gives a curt nod. To Bellamy, he says, “Can you hear me, Bellamy?” There
is no response. “Bellamy, can you understand me?”
time, Bellamy lets out a groan. Clarke bites her lips. God, she hopes he’s not
in any pain. Please let him be okay.
keeps his voice steady. "Bellamy,” he says, “I need you to answer
me. Can you hear me?“
slow blink, then another. Then Bellamy opens his mouth. “Yes,” he
this time, Clarke realizes she’s been holding her breath.
not the only one relieved. She hears Miller sigh, sees Monty’s shoulders drop.
He says, “Do you know who I am, Bellamy?”
blinks again. “No.“
Monty is surprised, he does not show it. In fact, he catches Clarke’s eyes,
mouthing, “It’s the drugs. Don’t freak
not,” Clarke mutters.
asks Bellamy, "Do you know where you are?”
squints his eyes. After a beat, they roll up to the ceiling, lids slowly beginning
to droop. Clarke’s stomach clenches, because is he passing out again, oh
God—but then he says, “Ship.”
looks at Miller. “Ship?” Miller
mouths, eyebrows lifted.
“He is right,” Clarke mouths back, unsure why
she feels so defensive.
continues, “Can you tell me your full name?”
Blake,” he answers.
How old are you, Bellamy?”
you remembered what happened?”
blinks. He once again looks up to the ceiling, his lids relaxing. With a start,
Clarke realizes now he is losing
consciousness. “He’s passing out!” she yells.
her voice, however, Bellamy’s eyes open and snap to Clarke’s. She freezes at
Monty’s voice is quiet, “Do you know who that is?”
gaze lingers on her face, hard and unyielding. After what feels like a
lifetime, his examination softens. “Yeah,” he murmurs.
you tell me her name?”
do you know about her?”
is unable to stop the grin that forms on her face. Bellamy, too, is looking at
her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
tests her voice on him. She asks, “Can you hear me?”
you in pain?”
looks at the slight strain in his eyes, the way he holds his right arm. She
crosses her arms. “Are you lying?”
shakes her head. “You’re an idiot,” she informs him. Because he is. How stupid
he was to go after that damn moose – falling off a tree in the process – just
to ensure that their people would not starve this winter. Stupid, stupid hero.
knows she’ll have time to yell at him properly later. For now, she says, “Where
does it hurt?”
distant part of Clarke thanks the universe that it’s not his head. She peels
back the blanket to peek at the joint. It’s bruised, but not deformed or
swollen. “You’ll live,” she says. “I can’t give you more medication.”
looks at this boy, hurt and battered and lying about his pain, and the relief
that floods her is unreal. “Glad you’re safe,” she murmurs.
radio suddenly begins to beep. A crackle, then, “Clarke, we’ve got a
situation on the Eastern Front. Confirmed movement towards the Ark, over.”
just like that, her relief dissipates. She looks at Miller and Monty, seeing
her own fear reflected in their eyes.
Monty says, “We got it here.”
nods. She knows she needs to leave, as much as her heart wants to stay. She
says into the radio, “I’ll be right there, over.”
leans down beside Bellamy, locating his good hand to give it a squeeze.
“I’ll be back soon, okay? Don’t do more stupid things.”
her surprise, Bellamy squeezes her hand back. “Okay,” he murmurs. His
eyes are heavy, but he still holds the soft smile. “Love you.”
doesn’t know how long she stares at the boy. She only realizes his eyes have
closed when her radio screeches, “We need you here ASAP, Clarke. Over.”
Miller who speaks. “Clarke, we’ll get him awake. You need to go.”
thinks she nods, she thinks she replies to the radio, but her body is on
autopilot. Her feet take her out of the medbay without much of her own input, her
heart thrashing in her chest. In the cool night, despite the threat of attack
impending just outside their borders, all Clarke can feel are her fingers,
still warm from Bellamy’s grasp.
explained, a sin-eater is someone who consumes a ritual meal to magically
take on the sins of another person, thus absolving the person and saving their
has another name for this person: Jesus Christ.
The son of God who died for our sins. The concept that superheroes are
Christ like figures is nothing new, and is certainly one I’ve written about
before. However, “The Sin- Eater” is as close as Arrow has ever come to a
literal comparison. Oliver Queen has a
history of taking others’ sins upon himself. Essentially, blaming himself for
their wrongs. As if somehow taking responsibility for them will save them.
died for our sins, if that action of selfless love is our salvation, then why
do we ever need to be held accountable for our sins? Aren’t we already
that’s just not the way it works. There is nothing we can ever do that will
stop God from loving us, but that does not prevent us from seeking His mercy.
Yes, Christ died for our sins, but we must be held accountable for those sins.
We have to seek forgiveness. We have to desire salvation in order to truly
achieve it. The door to God is always open. There’s nothing we can ever do to
close it, but we still must make the choice
to walk through it.
Oliver Queen really saving anyone by being a sin-eater? Or maybe the better
question is… is Oliver even worthy of
How do I reveal large amounts of backstory without resorting to massive paragraphs of exposition dump? I have two characters who hold a grudge based on something convoluted that happened a year before the start of the book, and their ongoing feud fuels much of the character conflict in the story, but I can't figure out how to show readers what happened without a massive exposition wall and/or cheesy flashback...
[ Warning: Extremely long post and explicit language/themes ahead! ]
You’d be surprised at how much impact even the smallest hints can carry. Audiences are typically a lot more receptive than most media gives them credit for these days, and can pick up on a lot of things, even when they’re not stated explicitly.
“You’ll like it here,” Sarah said, nodding her head toward one of the tables in the back. Abigail followed her. “It’s not the best school in the county, but at least it’s better than Griggs. I heard that three of their teachers had to be put on house arrest last year because of some—”
She was cut off when she collided with the girl in front of her, who had stopped abruptly in the middle of the aisle to talk to someone at the table next to them. The girl turned around, and her expression soured when she saw who had bumped into her.
“Sarah,” she said curtly.
“Hannah,” Sarah replied, shoving past her without meeting her eyes.
Even without either of the characters explaining it, you can tell that Sarah and Hannah have a history that Abigail (and the reader) are as yet unaware of. There’s an implication that there’s a mutual dislike there, but we’re not totally sure why, nor how deep it goes. This sets the stage for reading into future actions to try to gain further context clues.