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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.

Requests are Open!

not that they were ever closed lmao but!

specifically reader-inserts, just so we’re clear here boys

i reblogged a prompt list tho if you need some inspo, send a character and a prompt—or just your own request!

Scowling

Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Warning: Family Drama but it’s the Hales, I mean ofc

Summary: A worried older brother leads you to angrily watch your boyfriend at lacrosse practice.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

short and sweet??? idk

Drama in your family was far from a surprise. In fact, it was sort of a given. Being a Hale came with its own connotations and you held to deal with them since you were young.

Cora was your fraternal twin sister and when the fire occurred, she had helped you escape the house. You both had then fled, determined to stay together. But when you had gotten back to Beacon Hills to find out your older brother, Derek, was still alive, things changed.

Not only did you want to stay in Beacon Hills but you wanted to help out Scott and his friends as much as possible. Needless to say, your siblings—who had always treated you like a baby in need of protecting like everyone in your family—weren’t too keen on the idea but they trusted Scott.

You had gotten into a fight with Derek just recently. While Cora had gone and left Beacon Hills, Derek had come back in the wake of a supposed Deadpool. It was a list of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills as well as a price for their head.

You were on it.

You turned up to Devonford Prep with a scowl permanently planted on your face. You flopped down onto the open bleachers and watch with little interest as the lacrosse team is in the midst of practice. It didn’t take long for the practice to pause and for your boyfriend, Brett, to jog over to you.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly surprised to see you. “What are you doing here? You don’t usually show up until the end of practice.” He walked up and took the open seat beside you. You felt like you’re radiating irritation but you couldn’t help it.

“I’m angry, but what’s new?” You questioned with a cynical tone as your scowl seemed to deepen. Brett moved to sit on the bleacher a step lower, turning around to face you. “You can’t help, if you’re wondering.”

“Just smile,” he said, looking up at you, “I really need to see you smile right now.” As he took your hands in his, you couldn’t help it as your lips tugged upward. “There it is.”

“Derek wants me to leave town,” you scoffed, interlocking your fingers with his in an effort to keep calm. “I know this Deadpool thing is dangerous and all, but I’m not a kid!” Brett chuckled lightly, prompting your brows to furrow. “What?”

“They’re pretty serious about this money thing, Y/N.”

“And I’m serious about staying here!” You retorted with a pout. You sighed finally, pulling your hands from his and cupping his face. “You can’t make me leave either.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded before connecting your lips. You both ignored the few wolf-whistles from the team as you pulled apart. “Derek just cares about you, I think you’re going to have to deal with that.”

“I don’t like when you’re right,” you whined, scrunching your nose up as Brett got to his feet. A whistle sounded, signaling that practice was continuing. “Go and be athletic.” Brett smiled softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to rejoin the team.

You watched the lacrosse team continue practice, a small smile on your face.

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.

GUYS!

I’ve been inactive for awhile now and well, oOf. Y’all have sent in requests and I haven’t done anYtHing. In fOrEver.

My online school is kinda kicking my ass rn bUt I’m determined to come back, so!

SHIPS!

I’ve reached 100 followers and as a thank you and also to apologize for dying off, I’m doing ships!

Send me an ask describing yourself and I’ll ship you! Request which fandom you want a ship for and then describe yourself!

Example:

“Ship for Teen Wolf please? Male or female! I’m a 5’7 brunette INTP, ravenclaw who’s insanely sarcastic and pessimistic. I’m kind of dorky and bitter and I enjoy writing and reading. I’m fairly smart and pretty funny. Thx!”

I have no idea if that’s the right character limit for an ask? But you guys get the idea! So! Send away! I’ll be here!

i created a side blog but its posts aren’t showing up in tags???? i created it rly rly recently like 4 hours ago???? will it not register anything i post in tags for a few days or,,,,? (only three tags on the post and it’s not like a reblog or anything, just writing?)

“The boys from Mystic Messenger wouldn’t treat me like this.”

— Me, whenever something mildly inconveniences me.

Hey there!! I wanna ask if you are doing marauders ship as well??

I am! I honestly love the marauders era so ofc I’m up to shipping for them as well !!

HEY

made an account for my ocs if any of you are interested in checking it out!

currently only has a oneshot on it rn, but i’ll add more!

@lockwells

Wormholes and Spacetime

Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Warning: Science, lowkey angst?

Summary: Alone in the lab, Y/N Stark is having trouble sleeping. Per usual. But a certain patriotic fellow can’t help but intervene.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts: 

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

94. “I had a bad dream again.”

what better day to post this tHEN FOURTH OF JULY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN.

It was late. You didn’t know how late but you were sat in your father’s lab, hunched over the workbench, your mind perhaps too fogged to think clearly.

You were attempting to work on an invention but science was far from ready for it which made things just a tad too complicated. With a sigh, you got to your feet and grabbed a marker off of the table.

You began to scribble on the clear board, trying to calculate the science you needed. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and this equation certainly wouldn’t be solved quickly enough for your liking. “That’s a lot of numbers.”

You jumped at the unexpected voice, the marker almost slipping from your grip. You spun around, surprised to see the familiar face of Steve in the doorway. “Steve?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he responded, adjusting his crossed arms as he leaned against the doorframe. 

You let out an amused chortle, turning back to the board. “I haven’t slept in ages,” you confessed, your tone perhaps a little too bitter. You were tired, you wanted to sleep. But you were beyond tired at the same time and sleep just wasn’t an option. “Why are you awake?” 

“Do you know what time it is?” Steve asked, stepping further into the room. You could feel him a few steps behind him as your face scrunched up in confusion. You reached over, clicking it on. 

“It’s almost five in the morning,” you muttered with a tired sigh. You shook off the time and turned back toward the board. “I assume you’re going to go for a run or some other...manly thing.” 

Steve let out a light chuckle, letting his lips pull into a small smile. “Sounds about right. What about you? What are you working on?” 

“Wormholes,” you answered sharply, setting down the black marker and picking up a red one. You took off the cap, it now sitting between your lips as you added onto the equation. “More precisely, I want to make portals.”

“Portals?” Steve questioned, tilting his head slightly. He seemed genuinely interested so of course, you were going to continue. 

“Wormholes are scientifically the only real way to...portal. I guess, basically, if I wanted to create a portal right here,” you paused, gesturing to the floor at your feet. “to go right there,” you pointed towards the wall a few feet away. “I’d need a wormhole to do it. Wormholes literally bend spacetime so that way this floor and that wall are back to back, making passing through the portal possible.” 

“Am I correct to assume that’s where you’re having an issue?” 

You let out a loud huff. “Yes! It’s exceptionally hard to just create a wormhole. It involves black holes and negative mass—because wormholes want to close almost instantly—and they’re so widely unstable because of the pressure and the atoms. Plus for all the negative mass being created, there has to be positive mass! Where’s that coming from? Where’s it coming from, Steve?” 

Steve quirked an eyebrow, the slightest amused smile on his face. “Is this what’s keeping you up?” You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t, but wormholes weren’t the whole story. You averted your gaze, turning back towards the board. “Y/N?” 

“I had a bad dream again,” you revealed finally, not daring to look at Steve. You could already imagine the sympathetic and sorrowful look he’d have and you couldn’t be bothered.

He was silent for a moment, which you expected. “What about?” 

“My dad,” you responded, deciding to just tell him. You knew talking supposedly helped. You didn’t quite buy into it but you figured you had nothing to really lose. “I know he enjoys being Iron Man and all, but hell. I’m worried, you know? He’s a hero, yeah, but he’s my dad. He gets hurt, Steve. I’ve seen him sometimes...it’s bad. I just...I just don’t think I ever want to lose him.” 

“Why the wormholes?” 

“Do you know how useful they’d be in a fight?” you gasped, turning to him. “I wanted to somehow make a mechanism like a blaster or sorts that could concentrate all of that energy and shoot portals. Like a portal gun, I guess. I mean, appearing behind the enemy in a fight. Talk about the upper hand.” 

“You wanna use it,” Steve realized, looking over your anxious figure. “You wanna be able to fight with us.”

“I wanna be able to protect my dad,” you corrected, countered even. “I just,” you sighed. “it’d make me feel better. But wormholes are so difficult! How am I just supposed to bend spacetime?!” 

“Y/N,” Steve began, offering you a small smile. “your father’s one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. It’ll be a long time before you ever lose him. I can promise you that.” 

You enjoyed hearing such a reassurance. You’d told yourself that many times but hearing someone else say it sure felt better. It surely felt more comforting than your own overwrought voice. 

“He’d say the same thing,” you told him. “I guess I should probably give up the wormholes for awhile. Besides, it’d be far easier to construct a laser rifle or something of the sort. That’s just polished light crystals that focus a concentrated light beam. Far easier to produce, no recoil, and no universal lawbreaking.” 

“Maybe you should do that another time,” Steve offered, causing you to quirk an eyebrow. “It is five...in the morning.” You chuckled softly, recalling the minimal sleep you’ve gotten. “You can try again later.” 

“Will you be here to question my science?” you asked, only partially joking. You did enjoy having Steve in the lab, intently listening to your every word with real interest. Maybe he wasn’t a scientist himself but he did enjoy it all nonetheless.

“If you ask nicely,” he mused, shooting you a smile. You smiled in return, setting your markers aside and grabbing your phone. 

“Night Steve,” you hummed, turning to leave. Then in a swift movement, you spin on your heels and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. You were appreciative of him talking to you and you weren’t one to not say thanks. With that, you began out the door.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”