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Welcome to my multi-fandom wlw imagines blog!

I run a number of other imagine blogs and instead of making more show-specific ones, I’ve decided to use this one for all my other fandoms.  I will slowly make a transition from all of my other blogs to this one, so feel free to request for:

-The 100

-Supergirl

-Game of Thrones

-Riverdale

-Grey’s Anatomy

-Scream (TV series)

-The Hunger Games

-Pitch Perfect

-A Simple Favor

-Jessica Jones

-Private Practice

-GLOW

-The Walking Dead

-Wynonna Earp

-Criminal Minds

-American Horror Story

-The Good Place

There may be some I’ve forgotten, so don’t hesitate to ask about media I haven’t listed.  And a reminder: I will only write wlw imagines.

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DO YOU STILL TAKE REQUESTS??? I LOVE ALL YOUR IMAGINES 💖

yes i do!

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Hi I’m new to this account. Do u still take requests?

yep!

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Do you have a masterlist?

no 

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Can you do a imagine kinda of cute things that would happen when you date Raven

Dating Raven Reyes would include:

-her working long nights in the shop and you sitting on one of the tables and watching her throw her tools around the room and swear to herself

-her accidentally getting grease on your face when she kisses you and then her laughing when she pulls away

-helping her on mornings when her leg is especially stiff or sore

-her knowing how much you love coffee and always managing to steal you some when its available in camp

-getting made fun of by her because you can never keep up with her when you guys are drinking

-her subsequently taking care of you for the rest of the night after you try to match her

-her liking to be the little spoon bc you make her feel safe

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Can you do an imagine where reader is with bel and she thinks she's asexual and is worried to tell him based on his past. And she talks to Octavia about her worries

“I just don’t know how to tell him,” you sighed anxiously.  “I mean, your brother...he used to be kind of a manwhore.”

“You’re not wrong,” nodded Octavia.  “But, Bell loves you, Y/N.  I know him and I can promise you that he isn’t who he used to be.  He’ll understand.”

“I sure hope so.”

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Any prompt list? 🤔

Nah

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Can you do a Bellamy imagine where the main character and Bellamy are in a battle and he sees her getting beaten up pretty bad bc she lost her weapon and ends up protecting her?

“Clarke, please, you have to help him!”

The blonde did her best to ignore your pleas as she cut through Bellamy’s bloodstained shirt and exposed the stab wound.

“You need to sit down until I can help you, okay?” she whipped her head around until you obeyed her orders and took a seat on the open gurney behind you.

“Is he going to be okay?” you asked nervously.  Bellamy had come out of nowhere on the battlefield just as you were about to get knocked to the ground and took a jagged blade to the stomach before managing to fire a round into your enemy’s face.

“I don’t know,” Clarke murmured, “but I hope so.”

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Can you please do a Murphy modern imagine where reader and him aren't dating so reader the 100 are at the party and reader accidentally looks at John's phone and sees a photo of two of them together on a lock screen??? Sorry for my bad language xx

“Hey, whose phone is that?” you asked upon spotting the abandoned device sitting on the counter.  It was dangerously close to the mess of spilled drinks and red plastic cups that had been carelessly tossed in the general direction of the sink.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Bellamy shrugged before taking another swig of his own beverage.  “Is it an iPhone?”

“Yeah-” you picked the device up and as you turned it over, the lock screen automatically appeared.  Seeing your own face caught you completely off guard and your heart softened when you realized who it belonged to.  Murphy filled the other half of the image and the both of you were grinning sloppily with drinks in hand.  

“You figure it out?”  Bellamy appeared over your shoulder and you quickly hit the power button to save Murphy any potential embarrassment.

“Yep.”

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Can you do one where Murphy has to tell the reader that Raven stayed behind (season 4) and didn't want to come/or that she "floated herself"? And then the reader going back to talk her out of it?

“What?”

“She said…she said to take care of yourself and that she’s sorry,” Murphy replied quietly.  His eyes left yours and focused on the ground instead.  You blinked a few times as you tried to pull yourself out of the shock his words had produced.

“I have to go,” you blurted out.  Murphy’s gaze shot back up to you and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/N, no, you can’t-”

“I’m not letting her stay behind,” you interrupted him and without a second of hesitation, brushed past the dark-haired man’s shoulder.

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Hi! Can you do a imagine where the reader is pregnant with King Roan's child but he doesn't know until he sees her stomach? P.s. I love your blog💖

“I’ve returned-” Roan’s voice cuts off as you turn towards the doorway at his entrance and he catches sight of the ever-growing bump that is your stomach.

“You’re home,” you let a smile cross your lips nervously and let your hands rest overtop your growing child.  You’ve been waiting for months for this moment.

“Why…why wouldn’t you send someone?”

“You were at war.  I could not risk distracting you from staying alive.  I’m sorry,” you apologize honestly as he closes the distance between the two of you and rests a large hand on your stomach.  

“This is the heir to my throne,” he mutters.  “There is no need for an apology.”

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Could you do one where the reader surprises Abby with missletoe?

“Look up,” you smile at the older woman and then glance towards the small branch of leaves hanging above your heads.  “I couldn’t find any actual mistletoe in the woods, so I made some.”

“Well, Merry Christmas to us,” Abby smirks at your craftsmanship and arches an eyebrow.  “How exactly did that tradition go again?”

“Let me remind you,” you offer teasingly and lean in to press your lips agaisnt hers. 

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How about a prompt where instead of Lincoln being the one tortured in the drop ship it's the reader and they are Lexa's S/O (whom is a general/warrior) and Lexa is being very worried for the reader's health and furious with the delinquents (but the reader somehow/ for some reason stop Lexa form killing them all and see the benefits of working with them)?

“Heda, don’t do this.”

Despite the pain that still wracks every inch of your body, you step into the throne room and stand in front of the four bound-and-gagged prisoners from Skaikru.  A hush falls over the previously shouting crowd of warriors and guards and Lexa does her best to hide her concern towards you being up out of bed.

“You come into my throne room and can barely walk, yet you want to let the attackers that did this to you go on living?” Lexa squints at you through the crowd and you drop to one knee with a grunt of effort.  Instead of looking at her, you gaze in the direction of the dark haired girl who had helped you escape; Octavia.

“They are foreigners in unfamiliar territory.  All of their actions were in the best interest of their people.”

You can feel every pair of eyes in the room on you as you continue to kneel in front of the woman who fills the other half of your bed every night.  You know she’s angry at your intrusion, but you could not, in good conscience, lay recovering while you still remembered the conflict that had accompanied your imprisonment.  

“Return them to their camp, Heda.  These four are all that their people have,” you request respectfully.  Your eyes are pleading and Lexa’s green ones soften just a little.

“As you wish,” she nods finally.  Her guards hesitate for a moment before moving forward and dragging the prisoners to their feet.  Barely managing to suppress a cry of agony, you stand back up and limp out of the throne room behind them. 

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Could you do an imagine of everyone's reactions when they find out that you're Lexa's sister and everyone finds out because you are wanted for treason

“We have to keep her safe,” Clark glares at the circle of survivors around her and struggles to keep her voice down.  “Lexa doesn’t even know that she’s alive.”

“We could use this against the Grounders,” Bellamy argues.  “She’s the most wanted fugitive they have.”

“You want to turn someone over to get executed for helping our people?” Raven scoffs.  “Remind me to never do you any favors.”

“Lincoln can help us get her into the city to see Lexa,” Octavia speaks up from the outskirts of the group and crosses her arms.  “But, that won’t be easy.  It won’t be easy for us to get in.”

“We don’t have a choice,” Clarke says decidedly.  You stare up at the unfamiliar blonde woman from your place on the forest floor and struggle slightly against the ropes binding your hands and feet.  You can’t help but wonder what her angle is.  “We’re taking her to Lexa.”

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Idk if you got my request because you cleared your box, but could you do an imagine that you and Raven have secret crushes on each other but then you see Raven in bellamys tent and the next morning you and Raven have a fight about it

“Will you please just answer me?  What the hell is your problem today?”

Raven’s footsteps crunched behind you on the forest floor and finally you skidded to a stop and turned to face the girl who had been following you since you left camp.

“Really?  You have no idea what you did?  Why don’t you go and ask Bellamy?”  Her eyes widened with realization and you scoffed.  “Did you forget about it already?”

“Y/N, it’s…it wasn’t like that,” she shook her head and reached towards you.

“Honestly, Raven, I don’t really care at this point.  Can you just leave me alone?” You flinched away from her and began to turn and walk.  The fact that she didn’t continue to follow you made you feel something close to disappointment, with a little bit of heartbreak mixed in

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Listen. I need so much overprotective Bellamy or Raven or Octavia like honestly anybody would do but those are my top three. I don't really have a plot request so this can just be a freebie for you if you decide to write it, just try to include overprotectiveness that's kinda annoying but you know it's good intentioned oh dear I'm getting carried away ok so you don't have to write it but you can? If you want. Ok love your writing bye

“Back.  Off.”

Octavia was so close to the guard that she could feel his breath gusting across her face, but nevertheless she held her ground between you and him.

“Octavia, I can handle this,” you reminded her.  It wasn’t the first time you had come face to face with one of them since the rest of the survivors had crashed to earth.

“Blake, I suggest you listen to your little girlfriend for once and remove yourself from the situation before I have to reprimand you too,” the man loomed over her and cocked his head to the side as if he was challenging her to get herself in trouble.  Sure enough, her fist had crashed into the side of his face less than three seconds later.

That certainly got the attention of the other so called “law enforcers” because before you knew it, you were both pinned to the wet ground with your hands behind your backs.

“I could have handled that,” you muttered against the grass and mud pressing against your lips.

“Didn’t look like it.”

“Well, you didn’t do a great job either.”

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Can you do one where when Raven took the key to the City of Light and stopped remembering who you were and when they got it out of her it's like "You only forget the things that hurt you and you didn't remember me" (sorry for the mistakes)

“Y/N, why won’t you talk to me.”

“Because you didn’t know who I was.”  After nearly a day of silence, you finally looked Raven in the eyes and spoke.  The fact that she hadn’t even recognized you after the chip had been eating away at you and you had been willing yourself not to lash out.

“Y/N…”

“They said that the chip only made you forget what hurts you and you forgot me.”

“I knew who you were,” Raven came to sit by you and used her good arm to squeeze your leg.  “It was Alie…she was in control of me.  She knew you’d know something was wrong so she wouldn’t let me near you.”

“You’re just saying that-”

“No, Y/N, I’m not,” she cut you off and her voice cracked with exhaustion.  “I love you and that AI knew that.  And I tried to fight it, I swear.  You have to believe me.”