Oooh, Do You Write Things For Raven?

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i do!

how many ships can we request at one time?

i could limit you to three but eh. you can request as many as you want to! i’ll do all of them !!

Masterlist

Riverdale

Still Do - FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Teen Wolf

Following a Lead — Liam Dunbar x Reader

Scowling — Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Supernatural

Marvel/DC

Wormholes and Spacetime — Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Missed Me —Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader

The 100

Supergirl — Bellamy Blake x Reader

Fatherhood — Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (Modern!)

Forever — Clarke Griffin x Reader

Harry Potter

A Safe World

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Warning: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, this is just angst y’all, idk what to say, nothing graphic, just angsty

Summary: Happiness comes at a steep price

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

13. “I lost our baby.”

80. “[Do they] know about the baby?”

i would like to clarify that despite it seeming like the reader having to be male, i chose to go a gender neutral route like yA know feRtiLity treatment oKay oKay tHx

also apologies cause this sucked, oOF

Clarke Griffin was a lot of things.

She was a daughter, a leader, a best friend, a strong woman, a ‘doctor’, and most of all, she was the love of your life.

But she was also going to be the mother of your children.

Now, this wasn’t a rash decision or even a mistake. You two were in love and most of all, you two were safe. For once in a very long time, the world seemed just a little more forgiving and a glimmer of hope had shone itself to both of you.

A family, one of your very own, seemed more possible than ever. You two had finally let yourselves be happy. More importantly, Clarke was letting herself be happy. Something she rarely ever does.

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, after all.

So, this was more than just a big deal. It was a huge deal and for the first time in awhile, Clarke seemed genuinely excited and, well, happy.

But how long can a good thing really last if not temporarily?

You were in the midst of reading a book, quietly taking note of any names in the book that might make a good name for your future child, when you decided you needed a break and to stretch your legs.

Taking a walk, you stopped every now and then to speak to a few people like Bellamy but ultimately, you were just trying to clear your head which meant take a walk and then head back to your book.

Until, of course, you heard Clarke speaking in hushed yet shaky tones. “Clarke...” Raven trailed off, her voice like she was struggling to speak.

Alarm filled your veins, panic pulsing through your heart as you realized how the atmosphere seemed to darken around you. They were talking in a nearby room, like a closed off meeting from anybody else who might stumble upon them like...you.

Now, normally you would interject, your anxiousness getting the better of you but a particular phrase made your blood run completely cold.

“Do they...do they know about the baby?” Raven had asked, taking a shaky breath that took all of the air out of your own lungs. You could feel your knees threaten to buckle as your mind whirled with thoughts and worst-case scenarios.

You fell against the wall, the solid material the only thing grounding you as you struggled to hear more.

“No,” Clarke responded, her own voice sounding so stilted and uneasy. “I...I know. They, they need to know.”

Silence fell again and you struggled to pull yourself onto stable footing. In reality, your thoughts were more unstable than the rest of you. They were loud and unforgiving, like 1000 puzzle pieces for a 25 piece box.

“What do I need to know?” you finally managed to choke out, shambling into the doorway. Raven met your eyes first, having been faced the door, and you can see the sorrow etched across every part of her face.

She doesn’t offer you any other kind of reaction as Clarke turns, her composed expression beginning to shatter upon meeting your eyes. As Raven excuses herself, you can see tears begin to prick the eyes of the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. right away, only confusing and concerning you further. Her voice cracks and you can just hear the torment she’s been dealing with. “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” she repeats and in that moment, you can see the all too familiar face of someone threatening to crumble.

“Clarke...”

“I lost our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel your stomach churn. The words puncture every inch of your heart, they’re a sharpened knife reminding you of the world you’re in.

You want to ask how, you want to deny it, you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do anything but, you’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says again, tears beginning to streak down her face but neither of you make a move. Time seems to slow and you just want to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

But this is real. Dreadfully and painfully real.

Before Clarke can speak again, you realize you’re now sobbing as well. It takes mere moments for both of you to fall into each other’s arms, the truth of the situation dawning on both of you.

You both finally let yourself be happy, believing your world was safe and that you could have a family. Like a pair of fools.

You were glad that Clarke was okay, reassuring her it wasn’t her fault but that didn’t fix the hurt that embedded itself in both of your hearts due to the future you had lost.

Maybe you could try again in the future but whether or not you ever would, that was another question entirely.

okay it’s 7am so i might turn in for the ‘night’ finally, BUT—!

i’ll be writing tomorrow, i will i will i will, most likely

i have two? three? requests, so ye ye

(follow my brand new personal @almostnugget while you’re at it tho bc i seek validation)

i had an entire imagine written. and i deleted it. im actually fuming rn. bye. im livid.  i can’t i just. i don’t. words. 

okay but i wanna see infinity war bc like it’s a marvel movie, gotta see it. but i don’t wanna see it bc i know for a fact im not gonna be able to wait like 2 entire years to know if my faves are okay. im going to sit in just grief for like 2 years.

so i’ve decided (after seeing many other users do this) that i would do an icon color palette challenge! the palettes i used were mainly from colorhex.com or from google so credit goes to their rightful owners. 
so basically i’ll be taking icon requests for these palettes specifically and will make 5 icons out of each of these colors! just send a character + a palette number and i’ll make them. please just reblog this post to spread the word :) 
ps if you want to request multiple characters and/or palettes then feel free to do that as well.

Raven’s Always Right

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: nothing, this is just gold tbh

Summary: Maybe life on the Ark after Praimfaya is a little anxious for you, but it did have its moments.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

1. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

91. “Tell me you need me.”

92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

i love this oof, sEND MORE REQUESTS. REQUEST PART TWOS FOR THINGS. DO IT ALL.

Praimfaya. Maybe you considered yourself lucky for being one of the few to make it up to space, but you still worried for all those back down on Earth.

That’s what you did most days. Worry. You worried about food, water, oxygen, all of it. You keep to yourself as much as you could, your anxiety getting the better of you. Perhaps you felt bad about being in space, maybe someone else would’ve been better suited.

Even so, Bellamy stayed at your side for a lot of it. You had formed a friendship with him when you all first came down to Earth and that seemed to stick.

As you sat against the wall, a pencil in your hand repeatedly tapping at the floor, you heard Bellamy let out a sigh. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

“Already is,” Murphy commented as he passed by the room where you both were. He had a tendency to do that—making passing comments to you. You rarely talked to him but you got along well enough.

“And why does that bother you?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow as you looked up at Bellamy from where he stood in the doorway.

“I was nearby and that’s all I can hear,” he explained, as he watched the pencil continue you to shake in your hand. You scoffed softly, paying no mind to him as you continued to think it all out. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I think you underestimate me,” you retorted, a smug smile playing at your lips. Bellamy looked like he wanted to say more but was interrupted by Raven pushing past him to walk into your room. “You too?”

“What? Your pencil tapping? No, I need to talk,” Raven explained before turning towards Bellamy. “Without you.”

As you hopped to your feet to stand beside Raven, you both eyed Bellamy. With his arms crossed over his chest, he surmised the both of you. “About what?”

“Nope,” you replied suddenly, eager to make him leave. “This is girl talk, so leave.” You put your hands on his shoulders and began to usher him out of your room and towards where Murphy had gone.

Bellamy let out a chuckle but didn’t fight back. “I’ll be back,” he told you before heading off. You rolled your eyes and went back towards your room where Raven still was.

“How can I help you?” You asked before settling back down in your spot on the floor. Raven checked down the hallway before kneeling down in front of you.

“You like him,” she teased, a grin on her face. “And I’ve decided to help you.” You stared blankly at her for a moment, probably trying to determine whether or not this was some joke.

“You’re crazy,” you declared finally, your pencil beginning to tap rapidly against the floor once more.

“I’m not,” Raven insisted, snatching the pencil from your hand. “But I’ll let you think that if it makes you feel better. We’re all seriously dying though with the tension between you and Bellamy. It’s a lot to handle.”

“Because it’s nonexistent?” You scoffed, taking your pencil back and giving Raven a playful glare. You doubted you had any sort of feelings for Bellamy and you doubted he had any in return.

“Do I need to get everyone in here to make you believe me?” Raven asked, quirking an eyebrow. The tone in her voice assured you that she was serious. Luckily, you were quite literally saved by the Bell.

“You’re back,” you announced, glancing toward the male in the doorway.

“Monty needs Raven’s help with something,” Bellamy announced, prompting Raven to let out a reluctant sigh. She pushed herself to her feet as you did the same, watching her leave and your previous conversation coming to an end. “So what was what about?”

“Why? You jealous?” You taunted, a smug smile on your face as you sidled up toward Bellamy.

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you,” Bellamy responded causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“You know, I can’t tell if that was an insult or you trying to flirt with me,” you told him, poking him in the shoulder. “But I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“So you can sit on the floor all day?” Bellamy wondered, clearly determined to get you to leave your room. You rolled your eyes at him, trying to usher him out of the door. “Tell me you need me.”

It was moments like these that you dealt with most of the time. You knew Bellamy was trying to annoy you or fluster you, and he was damn good at it. “I need you,” you began, “to leave.”

“That was cold,” Bellamy scoffed, chuckling ever so slightly as you continued to push him out of the door.

“And I’m too sober for this,” you remarked. You urged Bellamy down the hall as he sent one last wink your way. You rolled your eyes and receded back into your room.

“I told you I wasn’t crazy,” Raven remarked, stepping back into your room with a triumphant smile on her face.

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice. “Raven? Don’t you have Monty to go help or something?”

“I wasn’t going to miss that,” she scoffed, the grin still planted onto her face. “That was tension. All of that. Don’t ever lie to my face again, okay? Raven is always right.”

“And apparently Raven talks in the third person,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes. But you certainly couldn’t deny the fact that you did enjoy moments like that with Bellamy. Maybe you did consider yourself lucky to be one of the few to make it up to space. If it meant more moments like that, of course.