The 100/bellamy Blake In A Zombie Apocalypse.

the 100/bellamy blake in a zombie apocalypse.

summary 📣: what the 100 cast and bellamy blake are like in the zombie apocalypse

warnings 🚫: swearing, ZOMBIES!1!1!

slater’s note 🗯: uh yuh i love the concept of the 100 x the walking dead/zombie apocalypse so...

➪ he’s a natural born leader that at first is very cautious on allowing others to join his group but then when he creates a camp and starts to rebuild (like alexandria, hilltop, the kingdom, etc), he’s very eager on allowing people to join

➪ he has such a soft spot for people who have sob stories and that honestly betrays him in the future, especially with children apart of other groups, trying to bait him to bring his community/camp down

➪ this man honestly loved being the leader when the apocalypse first started but as it continued on and things got rougher and rougher, it bears on his shoulders and the fun that he saw in it at first just leaves his head

➪ he holds literally all his pain/feelings in because he doesn’t know how to do anything else

➪ he needs to make sure everyone is safe, he’s the type of person to do headcounts every second anytime they’re doing scavenging runs in large groups

➪ “hey, where’s murphy? he was literally here a second ago?”

➪ or “octavia, you run off again... i’ll beat your ass.”

➪ man literally has no patience in the zombie apocalypse

➪ he goes psychotic/m.i.a at some point in time before he becomes a full community leader and like chops off zombie heads for fun and puts their blood/guts on himself so he can walk in their herds without being eaten (ex: like nick clark in ftwd)

➪ that’s so weird to say sorry 😭

➪ but deadass low key feel like he becomes depressed at some points but what keeps him going is making sure others he cares about are alive and well

➪ octavia is a literal wandering butterfly during the start and he has to work his ass off just to make sure she doesn’t die

➪ like she literally is so fascinated by the walkers/zombies that she’ll try to get as close as she can and almost die only for bellamy to pull her away quickly scolding the shit out of her

➪ “o, how many times do i have to tell you? the dead is not to be messed with.”

➪ octavia and lincoln are apart of two different rivalry groups, sort of like a romeo and juliette complex

➪ bellamy and octavia are such a badass duo, like her with her sword that she like finds in a museum (or something like that???) and bellamy with like a hatchet trying to get their group to safety

➪ raven is still the brain of the group and bellamy’s right hand man when it comes to getting out of tight situations with other rivalry groups

➪ she scolds him 24/7 and everytime he approaches her with a problem and before he can get a word out about it she’s like:

➪ “what’d you do this time?” or “who’d you piss off now?” and “what problem do i have to fix for you this time dear bellamy?”

➪ murphy is a literal MENACE 

➪ he’ll get himself in more dangerous situations than octavia and he does it so much it’s to the point the group doesn’t even try to help him

➪ he struggles real hard when nobody does anything for him but ends up having to save himself

➪ low key just dramatic and sarcastic but he’s what deadass keeps the group going even though he’s 99.9% reason of why most arguments start

➪ “shut up murphy, you don’t even know what’s going on” or “murphy you’re a fucking dumbass” or “murphy, the reason you’re even alive is because of me”

➪ anyways to end this, i’ll just say, at night, when bellamy needs to calm down, he stares up at the stars and just exhales, searching for the big dipper or signs he can recognize

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hi! feel free to ignore this ask if you want but I'm genuinely curious as to what people find attractive about Hawk. I'm not really involved in the fandom and I think he's a good character but I'm a little lost on his fanbase specifically (maybe it's because I'm a lesbian? idk). also I'm sorry if this comes off as rude that's totally not my intention, I have so much respect for all writers and from your content I figured you'd be able to answer my question. have a great day :)

hi omg. i think this is a great ask so thanks for doing so! i totally understand and i think why most of us find him attractive is because of how aggressive he is and that strangely has an appeal lol. i genuinely think jacob bertrand is attractive himself but idk!

anyways hope this has some clarity but if any of my followers would like to add on, go ahead haha

can i request number 2/6 (comedic) for miguel diaz? i'm so obsessed with your writing 😭

calm down. miguel diaz x reader

summary 📣: in which miguel show’s up to reader’s home drunk 

warnings 🚫: swearing? and drinking

slater’s note 🗯: hi dovey, thank you ily! also i hope you meant 2 (my pulse is erratic) and 6 (it’s three in the morning) and not 26 but if you did, inbox me again, again thank you :)

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the loud sound of your ringer echoed throughout your dark, quiet, subtle bedroom. 

it had taken you awhile to process what was happening. all strange, just the general atmosphere gave you an off-putting mind space until you really sobered up to realize that the ringing noise was your phone. 

you hopped up quickly, skipping over the piles of dirty clothes that littered your room just to reach your phone, hoping that it wouldn’t disturb the rest of the silent, sleeping house as it did you. 

“hello?” 

you squinted in the dark, your throat stinging of morning breath and general sound coming from your hoarse throat. 

“y/n?” you heard the voice of miguel say your name as if he was surprised, but by what you wondered since he was the one that called you, “you just wake up?”

you narrowed your brows, looking around the room as if checking whether if were actually supposed to be up, but considered the moon still highlighted the very much dark sky and no sun shone through your open open curtain windows, there’d be no reason for you to be up. 

well, unless your very psychotic boyfriend called you at a very unreasonable time. 

“it’s three in the morning,” you groaned, “did you just wake up?”

“no, of course not, i’ve been up for hours.”

you shifted on your feet, making your way to your desk to turn on your lamp, mumbling, “of course you have.”

“look, i’m at your house right now.”

“what?” you paused, your hand still on the switch of your small desk lamp before rushing over to one of your windows, searching the lighten streets before meeting his slender figure, waving at you from below. 

“miguel, are you crazy?”

“hey, no, this’ll be great,” you watched him press the phone between his shoulder and cheek, beginning to go through a brown paper bag he had in his other hand, “i brought booze and-and before you interrupt me, i brought water, because- incase we need to sober up.” you watched him pull out a six pack of cheap light tiered beer as he rambled on, struggling to keep his phone between his cheek and shoulder. 

“miguel, how much have you drank already?”

“i-i-i,” he struggled even more, now looking up to you in the window, pausing and then saying, “you know what, doesn't matter, what does matter is you pull me up into your window because uh-i-uh don’t remember how.” 

you exhaled, allowing a soft laugh to be thrown out your throat, “miguel, this is such a bad idea.”

“yeah-yeah, but y’know i just- i just-” his sentence ends up dying into him blowing a raspberry, shaking his head. 

you hung up your phone, shaking your head while a knowing soft smile played out on your lips. you could get into so much trouble, especially knowing your dad and the way he took thing way out of proportion.

but despite all the scenarios of how this situation could play out and them all getting caught and in trouble with miguel banned from your house, you still slid up your window, peering down at the smiling boy. 

“ah, my lady awaits,” he grinned harder, lifting up his arm swiftly before hurrying over to the tree that was planted by your window. 

you watched him quickly climb up to the end where it split up higher, one of his hands still holding the bag of alcohol and water, staring over to you. you smiled, shaking your head at the stupid, ridiculous smile that filled his before reaching out your arm for his. 

miguel hopped onto the side slanting roof before holding onto your forearm, but before you pulled him into your room, he dropped the bag, both of your necks craning quickly to see it tumble down the roof and onto the grass with a loud ‘thump’. 

it sounded as if the tin cans had exploded, the sounds of violent fizzing filling your ears, making you cringe. the chances of being caught were increasing just by the minute. 

he giggled as you pulled him into your room, your jaw clenched as you tried to shush him. 

“calm down, cowgirl,” he grinned, grabbing onto your waist before hoisting you up over his shoulder. 

“miguel!” you whispered loudly, trying not to break into any higher tone, “miguel, stop, put me down!”

“if you say so,” he threw you on your bed before jumping on top of you, his elbows reaching both sides of your face. 

your face burned as his hot, alcohol smelling breath fanned on to the surface of your face. you tried to study his face as a way to calm down, your eyes flicking from his cheeks to eyes to jaw to anything and everything that layered out as his face. 

it didn’t help, you could only feel your heart rate increase as you begun to realize more and more of what position you were in, his chest pushed against yours, his nose almost touching your nose, his legs tangled with your legs. and heat, piling up on top of every inch of your body. 

“calm down,” he whispered. 

“my pulse is erratic,” you said flatly, eyes wide staring into his own. he was calmer now, eyes no longer crinkled with happiness and amusement, but relaxed upon the comfort of his body pressed against yours. 

but he shook it off quickly, grinning, shaking his head before rolling off of you, “you really need to live more, y/n.”

ugh im so stupid sorry i just left a request for hawk with prompts 22,24, and 30 but i forgot to say from the fluff section:) sorry im a dumbass

it never snowed in new york. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which eli has had a crush on reader since their freshman year and can’t seem to suppress those feelings anymore when they bubble up after a day of you slightly “pulling at his heart strings”

warning/s 🚫: swearing and fluff (and low key rushed)

slater’s note 🦎: i forgot to post this oops

“are you wearing my sweatshirt?”

you turned around abruptly, slightly shocked at the sudden interruption of the silence. eli wore a confused look, his eyebrows slightly knitted together as he analyzed the familiar red hoodie hugged around your body. 

you slightly laughed nervously, confused by his reaction and facial features that seemed as if he was mad, but confused. his eyes wouldn’t leave the fabric, like he was also stunned. 

“yeah,” you laughed lightly again, “it is, i was hoping you wouldn’t have minded-”

“no, no, not at all,” he said quickly, his eyes finally meeting yours, shaking himself for whatever trance he was stuck in at that moment, a smirk soon filling his face, “looks good on you.” 

you smiled in return, now fully turning around from the homework you had been doing before eli had entered the room, fresh out of the showered with blow dried hair, the mohawk no longer tainting his hair like usual, but now more relaxed as it was laying flatly on his head. 

this was a rare occurrence, seeing eli without the mohawk, and when it happened, you made sure to always soak it up, usually going out of your way to twirl your fingers through the soft strands, and although at first he was against it, swatting your hands away or glaring, he now gave into the relaxing and comforting patterns of your fingers that swung around strands of his red hair. 

“you finish your homework yet?” he broke away from the doorway, making his way through his room while you turned back to your chem book, shaking your head. 

“no.” “i said you could’ve just copied off of mine.”

“yeah, but that’s cheating.”

“so?” “i wanna understand this shit, not just copy and move along.”

“y/n, you’re stupid,” he turned to face you, dumbfounded, “you used to copy off me and demetri all the time freshman year.”

“yeah, but that’s when i understood but was just too lazy to do the work.”

he squinted at you, “sure,” and then turned back to do whatever he was doing. 

you bit your lip, listening to him rummage through his drawers while you also had your back to him, trying to continue on with your chem homework, but couldn’t find any motivation to do so. 

he had finally stopped before tossing something your way, landing onto the spot right next to you on his bed, you glanced over to object, a snow globe, the white plastic snow flowing over to the bottom of it’s side. 

you narrowed your brows, looking up at him with a quirked brow. he made his way over to you before hopping onto the bed across from you, grabbing onto the rather large object. 

“from my trip to new york last summer, forgot to give it to you,” he mumbled, examining it, his eyes tracing over the round glass that held in all the water and fake snow and replicas of famous building in new york, “my mom thought you’d like it.” 

you smiled, taking the object from his hands before shaking it, watching the white glitter and spect of white plastic fly and swirl around the globe, slowly falling back to the bottom.

“you know it never snowed it the city while we were there, kind of disappointed about it still but-“

“thank you,” you leaned forward, pressing your lips on the side of his face, interrupting his low rambles.

eli’s cheeks grew red and eyes slightly expanded in surprise. he tried his best to keep his emotions under control, trying to not let freshman eli who had a major crush on your freak out too much, but he couldn’t suppress the color in his face that slightly began to match his hair.

you leaned back, calmly examining the snow globe and watching it with fascination and admiration as eli stared straight forward, slightly still shocked and taken back.

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“what are we?”

you looked up from the snow globe, taken back by the sudden abruptness, his tone was dull and straightforward will his eyes were landed on his bedsheets, cheeks still red.

“huh?”

“i mean,” he licked his lips, looking up to you, “y/n i like you, i’ve liked you for a long time, but i don’t know if you know that because you’ve talking to jack but now...”

you smiled lightly, trying to suppress it as he still held a serious expression.

“now i don’t know.”

“eli.”

“what?”

“eli,” you repeated, leaning forward once again, your hand reaching to grip the back of his neck, your smile now letting loose, “it’s you.”

“huh?”

you lightly scoffed in a playful, sweet way, like he should’ve known this, “it always has been, eli.” 

“what?”

you laughed lightly, pressing your lips onto his. you still smiled as you kissed him, finding the whole situation amusing for some odd reason and he didn’t understand but he wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand gripping the material of his sweatshirt that you still had on.

you pulled away, a smile still on your face as he was still lost as could be.

“i like you, dumbass,” you whispered, lips still close to his. “i’ve always liked you, not jack eisenba, you.”

his lips formed into a opened mouth smile, as if slightly shocked that you were uttering those words right in front of him, and it wasn’t just a dream.

“well, that’s good to know...”

you rolled your eyes, pulling him deeper onto his bed so you were closer and more comfortable, your chest pressed against his as you now layed atop of him, your hands reaching for his hair, tangling fingers within the red mess.

“your hair is really soft.” 

he hummed, his arms reaching around you, tightly wrapping you closer to him, his chin was pressed on the top of your head while your hands were looped around his neck, one fiddling with the long strands of hair that fell low.

“so, you wanna copy my chem homework now?”

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Hey!💕 Do you write for Demetri from Cobra Kai?

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Could you do headcannons of dating haw??

dating hawk includes.

summary 📣: above!

warnings 🚫: uhh idk

slater’s note 🗯: hi bae ily

➪ you’d be one of the only people to see him without his mohawk up

➪ he loves it when you play with his hair, it relaxes him

➪ you’re also one of the only people able to calm him down and prevent him from making any irrational decisions

➪ you’re literally his safe space and anytime he needs someone you’re the one he goes to

➪ miguel makes fun of him with how obsessed he is with you

➪ like eli will cancel plans with miguel just to hang out with you or even bring you along

➪ and miguel adores you but sometimes he needs his boy time with eli LMAO

➪ i feel like you guys would rough house a lot or just play fight

➪ more or so if he accidentally hits/kicks you harder then he means to he low key overreacts and will like apologize 100 times

➪ “fuck! kinda forgot you were a girl for a second.”

➪ i’m gonna be honest, you guys honestly would have some ups and downs, a lot having to do with cobra kai when kreese took over and influenced him to do stupid things, such ass breaking demetri’s arm

➪ mean to everyone but you

➪ fr has a soft spot for you and he knows he doesn’t have to have his guard up around you

➪ protective ASF

➪ will make a situation a bigger then it actually is

➪ like if a guy accidentally bumps into you he’ll make the guy go apologized

➪ “eli, i’m fine, he barely touched me”

“yeah, well he should still watch where he’s going”

➪ will also start fights and throw punches FOR NO REASON

➪ he’s super soft for pet names and will literally call you by any of them any chance he gets

➪ princess (low key personally i find this cringe but when he says it-), baby (24/7 and sometimes babe), and low key sweetheart but like in a teasing way and he doesn’t say it often

➪ he also calls you “dude”, “dawg”, “bro”, etc because it’s just a habit

➪ and i feel like for your snapchat name he’d have something funny that doesn’t imply you guys are dating (lol) like my slimeee 🤮 or bestfriend 😋

➪ but for your phone the contact name it’d be pretty face or cowgirl or pretty babe

➪ man high key LOVES pda and won’t keep his hands off you no matter where you are

➪ has to have at least a hand on you and has a one foot rule where he doesn’t want to be any further than a foot away when you guys are around each other 😭

➪ he’s obsessed 🤚

➪ will take you on late night drives just to enjoy the silence and dark with each other’s presence

➪ i feel like you guys would also get matching rings, not like a promise ring, but just matching ones

➪ OKAY BUT HAWK WITH RINGS

➪ he likes to play with your hair and i feel like he’d want to try and braid your hair at least once but tell you not to tell anybody about it because he HIGH KEY struggles

➪ “y/n, babe- stop recording, help me out!”

➪ posts you on his social media stories

➪ will sneak into your room at night but he’s really loud and doesn’t even care about getting caught sometimes

➪ “let’s go get snacks!”

“eli no!”

“why?”

“that’s all the way downstairs.”

“so?”

➪ hungry 24/7 and will make you feed him

➪ made a playlist just for the two of you to listen together on drives you guys go on

➪ also listens to the playlist whenever he misses you

➪ teases you a whole lot

➪ he did it a lot too before you two start dating but it just kept going when you guys got together

➪ he’s an overall good boyfriend who can be overprotective sometimes

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