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DREAM COME TRUE. -- WYATT LYKENSEN.

Paring: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: foul language. nudity. graphic descriptions of blood and cannibalism. sexual activity.

Summary: Weeks after your old elementary friend had finally vanished from all existence everything seems to finally go back to normal. Standing in a coffee shop you met him. And all hell breaks loose.

SEQUEL TO ‘YOU’.

PREVIOUSLY . . .

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything.

THE DIRT BELOW HIS BROWN BOOTS became sore while he had previously been peering into your small window for the past five minutes watching you. Your brown pale skin covered in the blood that wasn’t your own. Your face dry and lips cracked from the crying you had done, you felt numb. Your heat besting rapidly in anxiety.

The mirror reflected your bruised image. The bags under your eyes were a dark purple, your eyes a dark brown with widened pupils ( a side effect of a broken Z-band which usually wears off after twelve hours ). Your sink water turned a bright pink as the last of his blood washed down the drain. Disappearing into the drain pipes.

Your mascara smeared down your cheeks, your nose and cheeks red and your eyes puffy. ‘Your going to kill him’. A selfish voice spat in his head, his sharp claws dug into the untouched flesh of his tan palm. He was furious.

How could someone so shameful have the power of destroying someone who was so innocent? She was a ray of pure sunshine. His sunshine. The pondering question he already knew the answer to racked the Alpha wolf’s brain. He couldn’t understand it.

You were so innocent. Baby like. His baby. He felt guilt.

A page pant of sadness washed over him. He had wished it was him, who could comfort you from what had just happened. ‘Shh baby it’s okay I’m here now, your safe, completely safe, I won’t let anyone ever harm you again, ever, never again. I am so sorry.

So sorry. So sorry.’ He had imagined you sobbing desperately in his chest the ache of your body he felt against his own skin, he’d stroke your arm softly and whisper sweet nothing in your ear.

He’d reassure you constantly, be their for you when having to deal with the gained trauma even after the act. He’d give you anything you needed. Leave you loving encouraging notes in your belongings. Hold you every night as you slept. Lock every door and window in the house.

He’d lay bare with you in bed for hours just to make sure his babygirl was okay. Although he couldn’t help blame himself. He knew that he couldn’t just burst into your house and save you from your attacker, even after the matter.

‘oh uhm yeah, I’ve totally been watching you for months, that includes changing, and showering, and well... pleasing yourself too.

I’ve seen it all, and uhm I’m kinda in love with you too so I mean that’s a plus, uhm I know literally everything about you, how you are very persistent in organization and you hate cheesy romantic comedies.

How you’d just want to stay up until three a.m. reading a book about truce crime. How you can girl over the most underrated music artists and how you hate a guy that plays dumb in the most basic way. I know you absolutely hate roses anything I’m missing?’

He chuckled at the image of you stunned. He knew more about you than you knew yourself. How you’d jump into his arms, the feeling of your skin against his. Your soft lips brushing against his neck. He’d want it all.

That would immensely creep you out. His intention would to never make you uncomfortable. So the pain only grew worse. Not being able to call you by your name. Hold you. Take in the surreal beauty that was Y/N.

His white fangs pressed against his bottom teeth. His blood boiled to the brim. He wanted to make that disgusting human pay for what he did. His stomach twirled in mixed emotion.

He so badly wanted to hold you in his chest and comfort you, but some things have complicated consequences.

In the low midst of the night he kept a sharp eye on the human who groggily made his way down the deserted dirt road, stalking the weak being beneath the depths of the dark forest.

Small boots could be heard from miles stretched along the black canvas of the open air, the human male scanning his surroundings for some place to rest or.. a possible shortcut that could lead him home.

Wyatt licked his dry lips breathing out slowly watching the human stand in the clearing with curiosity. ‘Kill him’. ‘He deserves to suffer for what he did’. ‘Y/N’. ‘Think of Y/N’. ‘Gut him’.

The imploding thoughts trying to take control of him. His pupils shrunk and turned a bright yellow his fangs grew from the K-9’s in his mouth. He breathed heavily and beast like trying to regain his composure. Sure, he thought of you.

How you would’ve told him ‘this is dangerous and could get you caught by wolf patrol don’t’. But, the monster side of her would’ve agreed with him. Could’ve given into the impulses.

Could’ve joined in on the eccentric thrill of gutting a human to their bones watching as blood came spitting out of their body, falling limp to the ground and squirming like a dead rabbit, until their last breath leaves the closure of their lungs.

But he bit down on the inside of his cheek hard and shoved the impulsive thoughts aside. He caught attention of the human stepping through the clearing, Wyatt swiftly disappeared behind a tree. (Thank his wolf stealth.)

He watching closely behind the large oak as the midnight sky lit up with thousands of glowing stars the bright moon floating still. His feet crunched under the small wood chips and loose dirt, which made Wyatt’s right ear twitch occasionally.

The human was lost, he had reached up to a large clearing in the middle of the forest ‘maybe this will be a quicker way home’. He thought to himself as he squeezed his way through the thick pine trees that scratched his face and dark leather. Little did he know he wouldn’t be going home.

An owl called in the distance alarming the human. Shrugging it off he walked a few more feet bonfire stopping in the middle of the clearing an eerie feeling began to set it and shake throughout his body. Wyatt quickly ran behind the large oak tree causing the bushes to rustle.

The human quickly threw his head around to the source of the sound, Wyatt felt his heart pace quickly , quicker as each second passed.

The moonstone laid on Wyatt’s chest grew a bright blue his sharp K-9s’ growing to a slick point and his eyes glowing a bright deeming yellow.

A low growl erupted from his stomach the animalistic nature taking grasp of his human side. The human caught sight of a dark shadow peeking out from behind the tree. He bolted the other direction.

His breathing paced as his nimble legs carried him the south west end of the dark dreary forest. Mud crushed under his boots his lungs burning and heaving out of exhaustion. Wyatt was faster. He dodged past trees and bushes running at almost fifty miles.

His leg got caught on a sharp tree ranch nearby he knew that whatever was out to kill him was going to make it quick. He was scared. He pulled with force which caused the branch to cut into the soft flesh of his leg, blood seeped through the blue denim and into Wyatt’s nostrils.

Jumping over large rocks and the bushes he caught up to the human quickly grabbing him by his jacket he pushed to human to the ground and used the force of his arms to hold him in a pin.

The human breathed heavily his eyes widened in fear “please .... don’t hurt me”. He spoke weak like it was an excuse to let him go. Wyatt’s eyes glowed his lips formed a deep snarl.

“Let you go? And what, you continue raping other innocent women”. He whispered a deeply distorted voice replacing Wyatt’s usual calm manner. The monster had completely taken over. The human whimpered and squirmed like a dead animal.

A scream left the human’s mouth and soared above the trees as Wyatt bite deeply into the salty flesh. The blood was warm a large chunk of his skin hung off of Wyatt’s mouth before he spit it out discarding it.

The human grunted and moaned in pain shooting out lines of foul words. Wyatt smirked as he straddled the humans hips in place allowing him to not move.

In panic the human began to wail his arms, the young wolf felt his heart erupt in his chest. The watched as the human wailed in half death, he felt evincible.

The blood squirted and poured out of the human’s uncared wound. The blood tasted sweet in his mouth, a true delicacy.

About fifteen minutes after he threw the discarded bones into a six feet deep ditch he had dug after killing the human.

His mouth, arms, and clothes all drenched in the human’s bodily fluids and chunks of his flesh on his chest.

He smelt foul. He knew he did. He wanted to make sure you were okay but couldn’t come to you smelling like this.

He had walked the path he knew like the back of his hand spotting the small watering hole, he stood at the shore of the small lake the moon glowing brightly over him.

Taking off his fur coat he stripped himself of his purple hoodie before slowly bringing up his white tank top over his head revealing his broad v line, toned abs and chest stained with blood.

Unclasping his jeans he slide them down towards his knees kicking off his boots and white socks. Then came his boxers.

He engulfed himself in the lake slowly, it was freezing cold but was used to it. The water has risen up to the middle of his waist, he began to vigorously rub off the dried blood splashing cold water in his face and arms.

Dipping himself under the cold lake he rushed up and breathed out coughing. Moving his wet hair out of his face he caught sight of a dark shadowed figure that stood at the shore. He could’ve sworn it was you. Your pale skin glimmered beautifully under the moonlight.

He didn’t move a muscle, yet he waited to see what your next intention was. A robe you were wearing slowly feel to the ground as you now stood naked your gaze kept on his, you slowly entered the water.

Your figure made your way through the cold water, his eyes never leaving yours he was absolutely stunned. This had to be surreal.

Your hips moved in the water causing ripples to shift outwards, your brown eyes fluttered innocently. He stood in front of you awestricken, you were gorgeous.

He was scared that maybe if he had made one wrong move you’d leave, so there he stood motionless waiting for you to respond.

You were now in front of him, your naked glory he kept his eyes on you out of full curiosity. Your face inches away from his you guided his hands towards your side his warm arms wrapped securely around your waist.

The tension was lingering, his heart was pacing at an irregular pace questions swirling around in his mind but nonetheless, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The two of your lips met in pure bliss, moving in synchronization your fingernails traveling up the back of his neck and into his soft curls his hands gripping your hips lightly not wanting to hurt you without permission.

His lips trailed from your jaw and to your neck where he softly bite and sucked gaining small moans from you in response.

Heavy breathing and moans began to fall from your lips as he held you in his arms his nails digging into the sides of your hips causing you to squirm, the fingers of his right hand gently sliding over your folds.

Unfortunately for Wyatt, he awoke in a panic, his head was spinning and he was covered in blood. His brown eyes scanned his surroundings, the green trees a dim green and the woods ground wet and sloshy from the rain the night before.

It was a dream.

Fuck. It was a dream.

Shivers shot down his spine and throughout his body as he remembered the horny dream he had. God he wished it where real. He observed his clothing. He was drenched in blood. His whole body.

He pondered to himself in confusion then it clicked. After killing the human he had retreated back to the clearing and fell asleep after ... Waking up he knew aside from the perks of his wolf powers one downside was that wolves couldn’t remember events that happen after they detach from their human form.

He licked his chapped numb lips while his ears perked up, sirens could be heard from miles away, holy shit. The police had found his body. Quickly, he stood up and ran left towards large similar oaks trees, lucky for him he knew the woods so it was easy for him.

Suddenly while his head was turned behind him making sure he wasn’t seen he quickly looked forward and collided with anther body a loud grunt slipped passed his lips as he fell on the hard soil, groaning.

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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I seriously get major hufflepuff vibes from wynter ???? just me ?

Just for no reason *cough* but in what HP house would they be in for

- Meg Donnelly

- Milo Manheim

- Chandler Kinney

- Pearce Joza

- Ariel Martin

And for

Addison

Zed

Willa

Wyatt

Wynter

So once again…this is just for no reason *cough* so ehm..yeah lmao

#wynter barkowitz #disney zombies #disney zombies 2 #disney #zombies 2 #zombies 3 #zombies #wyatt lykensen #willa lykensen #zed necrodopolis #addison wells #moonlightwrites

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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IM SO EXCITED I CAN’T WAIT !!

#zed necrodopolis #disney #disney zombies #wyatt lykensen #writing #zombies 2 #addison wells #bucky buchanan #eliza zambie #bonzo zombies #zombies 3

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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honestly, in all of my certainty fuck mal bertha.

#mal bertha #moonlightwrites #disney #disney zombies #writing #disney descendants #descendants #carlos de vil #harry hook #gil legume #uma daughter of ursula #descendants 3 #bonzo zombies #zed necrodopolis #wyatt lykensen #zed zombies #zombies 2 #addison wells

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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YOU. — Wyatt Lykensen

Pairing: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: vulgar swearing. descriptions of blood. unhealthy behavior. mentions of rape.

Author’s Note: please note that you (the reader) and wyatt are both adults in this image. Just to clear up any confusion!

Summary: The first time he saw you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He follows you everywhere. He gets jealous when he sees you invite a friend over for old times sake. Things go way to far. You will be his.

HE ALLOWED THE LOUD CHATTER and birds song in the bright summer square of ZombieTown to be slowly drowned out by all his pulsing thoughts. He stood in the distance observing you. Out of all the people that passed by blocking his view, he kept his hard eye on you.

The way your soft brunette curls laid untouched just inches away from your descending chest. Echoes of your honey dripping laugh rang through his twitching ears. The jealously and anger only grew worse.

Unbeknownst to you, not aware of the wolf watching you had just finished a few hours of shopping, you were making your way down towards the central parking just by ZombieTown’s large water fountain before you were stopped by an old school friend — who was male.

He was so surprised to see, he complimented you and watched you laugh in sweetness. Both of you stood their for at least 20 minutes catching up on old burnt out memories he was trying to re-flame. He could read your mind. He felt the same as you. He knew you were uncomfortable and wanted to make a fast escape. You didn’t trust this guy but.

“Hey uhm- i was actually wondering if you’d like to have dinner and a movie tonight?” Was this guy serious? After a twenty minute conversation?! You weren’t one to be rude because of your passive personality. “Oh — uhm sure! I’d like that. I’ll be there at seven o’clock”.

And with that you were off and on your way home. Wyatt watched as you retreated towards the silver Cadillac you owned in the parking lot. He watched all around him. He glared at the young man who was walking the opposite way. That dumb human. He couldn’t stand a chance against him.

Nonetheless, he knew you’d be his one day. He’d let you have the little amount of happiness this human could spare for a while. He’d imagine you helpless crying and running straight into his arms. The way your head laid on his shoulder while he rubbed your back in a calming manner.

Leaving little kisses on our neck when he was in the mood, the warm feeling of both your sweaty bodies pressed together in pure erotic euphoria. Tingles ran down his spine as he imagines your soft smile in his mind. His heart raced at the thought of your body. Every curve and edge. All the imperfections you could name he’d find absolutely exhilarating.

“Hey man, curfew’s almost up you have to leave”. Another voice snapped him out of deep personal thoughts, he eyed a stern looking officer dressed in a blue SeaBrook uniform, who was very tired and just wanted to go home. He nodded his way respectfully and exited the shopping plaza. The walk to your house wasn’t long.

The city had separate ZombieTown’s main housing and shopping lot so you had to drive at least a small distance to venture for a desired shopping day. He had taken the path towards your small apartment plenty of times, along with being a wolf came with advanced speed so he made due time. The sky swirled with light pinks and oranges making a beautiful sunset in the small town.

The crunching of grass under his feet made his anxious as he took a deep breathe, his footsteps became silent in worries of you discovering him. He stood calmly in your background his ears twitching hearing you humming to yourself softly — he figured you were in the shower getting ready for you date.

A scoff left his red lips in jealousy, he hated that it wasn’t him. ‘in due time’. He thought to himself confidently as he caught attention to light fogs of steam arising from the running shower. Now, Wyatt was no prude but he absolutely couldn’t resist. His curious brown eyes peered above the brick ledge.

A gasp hitched in his throat. His heart could explode at any moment. Their you stood, pampering yourself in the shower. Looking ever so beautiful. The water dripping down your pale dark skin. Your green textured hair soaking up the moisture from the water.

He bit down on his lip as goosebumps shot up his back. You were marvelous. Your beautiful voice flowing through his ears as you sung. His eyes grew yellow, his animalistic nature taking full control. Fangs flashed from his mouth.

He tightened his fist in frustration. He wanted to take you right then and there. ‘All mine’. He thought as he found himself skewing up dirty — unholy images in his mind of him senselessly fucking you, clinging to him as you screamed his name. He knew it was wrong. The tightening he felt in his boxers was painful. Too painful to even bear. He wanted you, every inch.

To him you were everything. All his. After having to agonize through his painful boner he regained composure after zipping up his pale brown pants and moved stalkingly towards the right his eyes casting view into your bedroom window, the soft white shades slightly parted allowing him to see through.

Different collages and pictures of close friends and things you adored plastered all over your walls. Small shelves that held small knickknacks and small plants lightly attracting ray of sunlight bent at the wall. Your bed, freshly made with the soft maroon red and pillows with the dark hues of blue designed with golden tassels laid neatly, untouched.

You were somewhat messy, but very articulate and decorative. Which he adored. Small white bookshelves filled to the end with large literature of your liking. Pushed up against your light grey accent wall. Posters and cute pieces of art made by yourself were taped just above your bed post.

He adored your room. It was full of positivity, light, and all things that you adored. The sweet vanilla and shea scent from your body streamed into his nose like a running river. Licking his lips in anticipation he closed his eyes and exhaled your delectable scent.

You walks into the small atmosphere the cold air hitting your bare legs, missing the warmth of the water and steam capture your body in a relaxing shower. It was a sewer green like color to which your full cheeks spread into a large smile ‘perfect’.

After reaching for a pair of distressed and ripped jeans that you had seen in the corner of your eye you pulled down the chain to your light which shut off you quickly threw your clothing on your bed and sat down on the edge freeing the sparkling red cap on your lotion squeezing the lotion onto your hand.

It smelt amazing, ever since zombies had fought for more equality from the humans. Zombies from everywhere where now able to walk into any store much to the similar human version of their Victoria Secret and others. To which they could by all sorts of cute lipglosses, lotions, night wear, and clothing. The sweet deep smell of cinnamon and rose entered your nostrils as you rubbed the lotion into your calves working your way up to the top of your thighs.

The black pupils widened in arousel and wonder as he stared into the inside of your window without your knowledge — your hands slowly rubbing the white substance on the curve of your plush butt. He was awe stricken, so captivated by the goddess he had known as you. His heart thumped wildly in his chest he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your finger pulled up the red belt loops of the maroon jeans your legs fitted around, securing the gold buttons of your jeans into the red holes in front. You sighed and fumbled with the thin green fabric you scrunched up the material and pushed your head through, then your arms.

You stood in front of the large white rimmed body mirror that leaned against the back wall with a cute colorful tapestry laid over it with pictures of close friends and fun stickers plastered on the corners of the glass. You loved the way your outfit looked. You felt very satisfied. A huge smile spread across your cheeks. The left of your head swung towards the opening crack of your door — the ring of your front doorbell.

You drowned in confusion, your eyes reached over to read the square alarm clock on your night side table. ‘6:24’. ‘He is only twenty minutes early’. Which you thought was very weird. You had just met back with your old elementary friend hours ago , and only after having a seemingly awkward conversation for twenty minutes you agree to go on a date but he’s twenty minutes early?!

You pondered at the all the possibilities as to why he suggested this. But nonetheless you shook the feeling away and picking up your towel placing it in your pale green clothing hamper. Stepping out of your room and down into the wide hallway your fingers wrapped around the chilling gold door handle and yanked it open.

There he stood, bouncing eagerly on his toes. His hair slicked back with hair spray, the clothing he wore was doused with heavy calogne — the foul heavy smell of the body spray stung at your nose the second you opened your front door. Which was something you didn’t find attractive at all. The wide smile he wore seemed like it was too toiled. Like he was trying to hard. His clothes. Ew.

He wore a bright blue and white plaid buttoned, with a black lambskin jacket over it unbuttoned, dark blue low waisted jeans and light brown flats. Yikes. How human of him. You absolutely hated what he was wearing. You knew he was being desperate. You could see it in his body language and his expression. You spotted bright red roses — in front of him you would have scoffed and sent him away.

If he truly remembered you he would have remembered you like sunflowers instead of basic red roses. How bland. But instead, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. You knew the crippling and heart breaking sorrow of rejection, you were a zombie of course so being cast out was something you knew all to well. Instead you tilted your head to the side and forced your cheeks into a great smile.

“Are these flowers for me?” You asked clasping your hands together. He looked down then up at your a small smirk plastering on his thin lips — ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT SIR PLEASE GOD SO DISGUSTING’. These thoughts screamed in your mind as you watched him with pure unattractive as his licked his lips “yes they are actually”.

He said with a very man-ly chuckle “they reminded me of you so I picked them up at the zombie market in town on my way here”. As if this dude wasn’t trying hard enough. He truly had to glamorize the fact that he picked the flowers up at a zombie store instead of the regular human one. So he was racist and trying to hard. Great. You let out an awkward laugh and stepped aside allowing him in before the air became filled with his disgusting aroma.

You had retrieved the flowers from his hand and immediately threw them carelessly on the counter. He didn’t question it but instead following closely behind you. ‘I’ll burn them later’. You thought with a pleasing smirk that played on your face. He had already sat down in your living space his flats sprawled on the floor and his feet kicked up on your glass coffee table. Dog behavior. You rolled your eyes he was stupid and too dumb to even understand basic manners.

Football was playing on your small flat screen, you had taken a seat next to him your feet flat on the floor, your toes curling in the soft plush carpet. “Would you like something to drink?” you asked politely, the man turned his attention towards you, a curl in his lip “hm sure, the finest wine you’ve got?” He requested you stood up and went into the small kitchen opening the oak cabinet next to the sink you had set both wine glasses down on the marble countertop.

The dark brown hues in your eyes scanned out the closed window above your sink watching the bright pink sky combine with beautiful colors of orange and red cascading over the oval clouds. You twisted the cork out of the bottle of white wine you had just bought from ‘Z’s Gruesome Groceriez” in ZombieTown.

You wondered if this human had tasted zombie issued wine before, since well zombie wine was a lot more bitter than regular human liquor / wine. It had a hint of brains. You shrugged with a ‘hmp’. ‘He’s too dumb to even notice anyway’.

After filling both glasses to the half point you held both of them in your hands and carefully walked back into the living room where the human sat on your white leather couch his eyes and full attention soaking into the fourth quarter and a fumbling ball.

You cleared your throat to catch his attention, he smiled towards you and took the wine glass from your right hand and thanked you focusing his content back on the television. “So .. what are you doing for work now?” you asked trying to break the awkward tension to which he perked up after taking a small sip and setting it down.

“Oh well I’d never thought you’d ask, I work as SeaBrook patrolman, you?” You ignored the sting in your gut “I work as a journalist and a proud activist for the Zombie’s and Werewolves’ against discrimination movement, or ZAWAD, it supports the bright culture of both werewolves and zombies and brings everyone together.

We try to unite the communities in SeaBrook instead of pushing away and we absolutely do try our best too peacefully speak our thoughts and have mindful conversations without violence.”

You spoke proudly watching his intense expression burn into your eyes. He nodded slowly and pursed his lips which confused you nonetheless you still tried to ignore the screaming inside your head and gut ‘make him leave’. ‘this is going to end badly’. Chills scattered down your back in anxiousness.

“That’s interesting and … very sexy actually, your very passionate about it i can tell”. You internally cringed at that word coming out of his mouth. ‘Sexy’. He definitely wanted something, and it wasn’t a genuine conversation. You froze with disgust his nimble tender cold fingers resting on your knee. “oh uhm, thanks i guess”.

You spoke trying to give him the hint, you weren’t interested even if he was the last person on earth you wouldn’t. His hand inched closer towards your inner thigh a evil smirk plastered on his face. “god your so sexy”. He then leaned his lips towards yours capturing you in his grasp. You didn’t give an inch, you squealed in protest.

You moved your arms to his biceps and tried to push him way from you , he refused now he was on top of you. His rough calloused hands slide up towards your collarbone, you groaned in anger “can you please just stop– STOP!” You shouted, his breathe was hot against your neck his left hand slide up towards your neck and pressed down onto your windpipe.

You gasped gritting your teeth, you used your right hand to try and push him off but his strength held your arm down. You felt helpless, weak, worthless to know that you had somehow allowed this disgusting being to get ahold of you. That is, until you felt him grasping the metal of your Z-band.

You knew that taking it off could potentially be a very dangerous action, which was only to be taken off in emergencies only. This was a very big problem and it needed to be stopped. His hand gripped the clasp of your band, you felt the dark veins pulsating throughout your body.

Using the strength to lift your left hand which caused a small chime from your Z-band to sound, it unclasped from you wrist and fell somewhere on the floor. In just a few seconds the light around your eyes had turned a deep purple cracks plunging from under them. A low growl erupted from your stomach then submerged to your throat.

The man felt you vibrate from below him, he had suddenly noticed you had changed. He gasped and stood up as you growled and snarled, you inched closer towards him as he took steps back defensively. “Stay the hell away from me you bitch!” He shouted sternly but the anger was hot and boiling inside of you.

Turning into a zombie was something you couldn’t control. It was coded in your genes. Once your Z-band was ripped from you the monster took over inside you, just as it did for anyone. Your vision had turned completely red. The low grumbles and growling roared within you, this is what you were. A monster, and damn, were you proud of it.

You stepped closer to the cowering man as he flared his arms towards you, which unfortunately, only agitated you more. In this moment you were gone, the zombie inside you was controlling you, and you smelt fear. Which was a bad thing. “Your a waste of human life”. Your normal quiet spoken speech had transformed into a lower deep growl. Using your zombie strength you grabbed the human by his leather collar and bite deeply into his neck, the loud scream leaving the dry of his throat.

The blood seeped out of his neck like a river, you lifted him to meet eyes with a demon like growl “next time you better stop”. You seethed before letting him drop to the ground, the now scared human scrambled towards his feet holding the gushing wound his hand covered in red. He disappeared out of the living space and out of your life forever. Or at least you hoped he did. Grunting you walked over towards the crack between the couch and the pale wall, getting on your hands and knees you reach down for the metal bracelet.

After securing it in your grasp you immediately push the clasps together around you wrist. ‘Online’. You let a content sigh slumping back beside the wall the dark veins in your arms slowly recoiled from your arms and legs. Your back ached and your head pounded. The sweet tasting blood of the humans still resting on your lips and along your cheeks.

Finally, after about a few seconds you steadily returned to your feet. Ignoring the few blood spatters that were now fresh on the floor. ‘I’ll clean it up later”. You let a deep sigh release from your lips as you picked up the two wine glasses and brought them to the kitchen and discarded of the waste in the sink.

#disney #disney zombies #moonlightwrites #zed necrodopolis #zombies 2 #wyatt lykensen #pearce joza

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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YOU. — Wyatt Lykensen

Pairing: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: vulgar swearing. descriptions of blood. unhealthy behavior. mentions of rape.

Author’s Note: please note that you (the reader) and wyatt are both adults in this image. Just to clear up any confusion!

We try to unite the communities in SeaBrook instead of pushing away and we absolutely do try our best too peacefully speak our thoughts and have mindful conversations without violence.”

“That’s interesting and ... very sexy actually, your very passionate about it i can tell”. You internally cringed at that word coming out of his mouth. ‘Sexy’. He definitely wanted something, and it wasn’t a genuine conversation. You froze with disgust his nimble tender cold fingers resting on your knee. “oh uhm, thanks i guess”.

You moved your arms to his biceps and tried to push him way from you , he refused now he was on top of you. His rough calloused hands slide up towards your collarbone, you groaned in anger “can you please just stop-- STOP!” You shouted, his breathe was hot against your neck his left hand slide up towards your neck and pressed down onto your windpipe.

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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Thank You for your kind words. I appreciate you.

This is for the slow writers out there. Those who take weeks to write one chapter. Those who take years to finish one manuscript. Those who regularly write only 100-300 words in several hours. Those who take months to put out a new chapter. Those who haven’t touched their stories in years but it’s still a WIP because they can’t stop thinking about/taking notes for scenes/etc.

I see you. You’re valid. Keep up the good work!

#i am a slow #writing is haaaard #bonzo zombies #zombies #moonlightwrites #writesmoonlight #addison wells #zed necrodopolis #bucky buchanan #wyatt lykensen #willa lykensen #eliza zambie

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Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

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COULDN’T AGREE MORE ! also maybe some more wolf recognition and screen time with the wolves and the den itsself!

Things I want from Zombies 3:

A fourth version of Someday

A revamped Bamm

Eliza and Willa (or maybe even Wyatt) shamelessly flirting

Bucky not being extremely, blantantly racist

An Addison power anthem (basically a new stand)

Addison turns out to be human

Addison not in the werewolf clothing

More Zed and Addison flirting/being extra cute

More of the OZs (Zed, Eliza, and Bonzo)

An OZ song??? (Maybe the revamped Bamm!)

More of Zoey, Addison’s parents, and Zevon

Coach and Principal Lee interactions

#bonzo zombies #zed zombies #zombies #disney zombies #z o m b i e s #disney #disney descendants #milo manheim #meg donnelly #trevor tordjman

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GAMES. — Zed Necrodopolis

Pairing: Zed X FEMALE Reader

Requested: Yes / No

Requested By: @gummybee12 Thank you so much for being my first submission. Sorry for not posting immediately i recently transitioned semesters so i had too focus on school the past two weeks but i hope you enjoy it! Also, their might be an extensive part to this one-shot so please don’t be worried if it ends abruptly!

Summary: When Y/N moved to SeaBrook she is warned by her friends to stay cautious of Zed, who’s only goal is to get with every girl and then drop them. One night at an annual zombie mash could change her expectations.

Prompt: #64 — “Your who they warned me about”.

Warnings: regular teens cursing.

IT HAD BEEN ONE DAY SINCE ZED had called it quits with Addison. The blonde girl was utterly heart broken as she sobbed quietly in the beige colored stall in the SeaBrook High girl’s lavatory. Bree stood outside of the small stall consoling Addison and trying to comfort her sad friend. Bree’s arms crossed over her chest in annoyance she breathed out a huge huff and began slowly pacing around the sink area. “I’m going to kill him”. Bree spoke in a utter tone as her white teeth gritted together in anger at the thought of the green haired zombie.

Zed Necrodopolis. Everyone at SeaBrook knew the name if you’d ask they’d point you in the direction of the sly zombie who stood at 6’3 with vibrant green hair, piercing brown eyes and mahogany colored converse. He was your all average stuck up playboy. You’d either find him at raging house parties and annual zombie mashes completely sucking the face off some human girl in the corner while loud music blasted over the speaker, practically trying to get her clothes off.

Zed arrived at SeaBrook High as transfers from zombie town along with other students almost 2 years ago, and since then the disgusting misogynistic peer pressures of being popular has taken over his mind. He had bright goals and ambitions to make SeaBrook a better place dude to the wide discrimination and violence against zombies — he had joined the football team, became student body president and from their, Y/N knew it was only a matter of time before her childhood best friend dissolved into the crowd.

Y/N was a hybrid. She was born to a human father and zombie mother, which at the time of her birth wasn’t a normal thing that was looked upon in the town of SeaBrook. She had human like features, her eyes, nose, teeth although her hair was born and curly the other half of her head was a vibrant neon green and she inherited a diamond shaped birthmark on her wrist.

She learned from an early age how to stand up for herself due to growing up in an all human town and going to a human elementary school. The kids laughed and taunted her but scaring them off didn’t stop her. Instead of being forced to wear a bulky wrist band that has to be covered in plastic every time a zombie takes a shower, Y/N was given a green jeweled necklace handed down by generations in her family to help contain the full zombie impulse.

She and her family moved to SeaBrook back in the summer — which was about a month ago, on her first day she was utterly lost and couldn’t find her way around the school she soon befriended Addison and her friend Bree, who quickly accepted her with open arms. With Addison out of sight, who was still dating her at the time made sure to warn Y/N about Zed’s sick tendencies. “He just broke up with Zia about 3 weeks ago”. Bree told Y/N as she sat with her at lunch surrounded by Bree, Bonzo, Lacey, and Bucky. Y/N squinted at the laughter to green haired teens shared sitting at the back table in the cafeteria while eating lunch.

Zed not failing to flirt and compliment Addison every second only causing her to swoon more and more. “He’s going to break her”. Bree spoke taking a bite of her pizza , to which the group murmured in agreement. “It’s only a matter of time before he continues the cycle so it’s best we all stay away from him — including you Y/N”. Bree tried to lecture but only earned a scoff from Y/N who rolled her eyes.

“Pfft, as if zombie boy over there even has a single chance”.

It had been three weeks since Zed had broken the blonde’s heart. The last bell for the hour rang as Y/N took her seat on the small wooden stool in the science class. The bell had rang and Y/N let out a content sigh pulling out her lime green spiraled notebook and a mechanical pencil. “Good Afternoon class”. Y/N’s eyes adverted to the welcoming voice of Mr. Eeurk, the science teacher who stood at about 5 feet and 9 inches with very pale skin and brown eyes a bright smile on his face as he walked over to his large desk and set down his leather bag taking a sip of his coffee.

20 minutes had soon passed when Mr. Eeurk was lecturing the class about the plants cycle of photosynthesis. The large door creaked open as a tall built figure walked in flashing a shiny white smile. “Hey Mr Eeurk sorry i’m late i was using the bathroom!” Mr. Eeurk didn’t seem impressed - or amused at the fact that one of his careless students was late to class -- again.

“I don’t want to hear it Necrodopolis, take a seat and get out your worksheet”. Mr. Eeurk nonchalantly answered with his back turned to the 6 feet 4′ athlete reading the answer pages on his clipboard. Zed sighed and scanned the room for a place to sit his eyes met the eyes of the quiet and innocent looking students -- most of them the zombie knew because of his high popularity on school grounds, but some he did not.

He smirked to himself as he eyes down the candy that was Y/N. He didn’t care about anything except keeping his name in check which meant staking out the class for fresh meat. He was an asshole, which meant he cared about no one, only himself and his needs.

Y/N had felt an unusual pit of wary grow in her stomach, a light finger tapped the upper right of her shoulder. Breaking her attention away from her science worksheet that she had almost finished she eyed a paled face boy who she had heard many things about. Y/N was smart, so she knew he was up to something the minute he batted his eyes innocently and said;

“ can i sit here?”

he licked his lips and smiled like an angel. ‘So he thinks he’s really fooling me huh? Yeah not today dude.’ Y/N chuckles lightly and shakes her head picking up her finished worksheet. She gave him a moment of ambition and curious silence when she flashes a flirty smile and spoke, “no but you can go sit your ass in the back”.

She giggled evilly as she watched the sly expression on the player’s face immediately drop to disappointment. He nodded slowly and pursed his lips not expecting the ‘ohs” and enjoying laughter from his football buddies and classmates.

Y/N had stood up from her seat and slowly strutted up wards towards the small plastic paper box that laid on the teacher’s desk. Placing her completed paper in with a smile she made her way back to the small desk in silence. Zed’s eager eyes following her every move, he licked his dry lips in anticipation. Y/N however, smirked at her recent actions, proud of the rejection she gave the notorious fuckboy moments earlier.

The time had somehow consumed her thoughts as the last school bell for the day finally rang as a release for the captive students. Packing up her things Y/N walked out of the science room and up the grey stairs of SeaBrook High feeling like she had just won a grammy. She chuckled swaying her hips as she made her way over toward’s Bree’s pink colored locker.

Two can definitely play at this game.

#milo manheim #disney #disney zombies #writing #moonlightwrites #zed zombies #zombies 2 #zombies #fanfic #writes for disney #angst writing #zed necrodopolis #moon writes

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ;

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘’𝐒 𝐙-𝐎-𝐌-𝐁-𝐈-𝐄-𝐒

Addison Wells

Bonzo

Bree

Bucky Buchanan

Eliza Zambie

Willa Lykensen

Wyatt Lykensen

Wynter Barkowitz

Zed Necrodopolis

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please note this is only a small character list just for staring out ! feel free to send me requests on any of these characters. in the near future will i have a longer character list for other characters. <3

#disney #disney descendants #disney zombies #writing #mal bertha #jay jafar #lonnie #carlos de vil #china anne mcclain #uma daughter of ursula #zed necrodopolis #writing angst #writes for disney #chad charming #audrey rose #moonlightwrites

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

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Hello Everyone , and welcome to my tumblr page ! My name is Moonlight and I’ve decided to create my own page on tumblr to explore my own writing creativity and create wonderful images for each and everyone of you ! Today is January 2, 2021 and maybe when I look back at this account one year from today their will be some growth !

I am a huge disney fan I have taken it upon myself that I will be writing for disney characters, I will be making a small list soon to start off this account. Please note, that if I don’t get to your request right away that I’m away at work or dealing with personal things. We all have lives off of socials and we all deal with things differently so please note that I will eventually get to it if I don’t read your requests immediately.

I am a very easy person to get along with so that shouldn’t be a problem. I do not tolerate plagiarism or stealing of any kind. As well as leaving rude messages to others, if anyone comes on my page to leave negative messages and rude comments you will be BLOCKED and REPORTED, if you are RACIST , TRANSPHOBIC , OR HOMOPHOBIC you will be BLOCKED and REPORTED.

My writing will contain content for TEENAGERS , yes I’m aware disney characters are shown literally having sex with each other but it’s something different for other too read and yes , I understand the descendants series and Z-O-M-B-I-E-S is supposedly for kids but what are you gonna do ? If you don’t like the things I will be putting in my future writings please just click off my page :).

A little information about me : i’m a virgo ( but i promise i’m super nice ! ) , my house is gryfinndor all others are welcome the house your in does not matter ! <3 ( yes I’m a big potter head ) I support the BLM and other world wide tragedies. I love everyone and will accept you as you are, you are free to share anything with me on this account if you choose, i’m a very judge free person. <3

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 !

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 / 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 !

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “It’s you, it always has been.”

3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

4. “Kiss me.”

5. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

6. “You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

7. “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

8. “I’d do anything for you.”

9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

11. “I’m so proud of you.”

12. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

13. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

14. “You are my family.”

15. “I’m right here.”

16. “Can you just please hold me?”

17. “I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

18. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

19. “You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.”

20. “I just want to see you happy.”

21. “I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

22. “You made me a better person. Thank you.”

23. “I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

24. “This reminded me of you.”

25. “Your hair is really soft.”

26. “You’re really warm.”

27. “Are you blushing?”

28. “Can I stay here tonight?”

29. “Because I love you.”

30. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

31. “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

32. “Make a wish!”

33. “I love seeing you smile.”

34. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

35. “I just want to be there for you.”

36. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

37. “You’re just a softie.”

38. “You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

39. “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

40. “Why are you scared of loving?”

41. “You are crushing me right now.”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out fo the kitchen.”

43. “I love you.”

44. “You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

45. “Take my hand. Just trust me.”

46. “You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

47. “At least let me clean it.”

48. “I told you to take care of yourself.”

49. “You’re the only thing that matters.”

50. “Stay.”

51.

52. “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

53. “It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

54. “I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

55. “Where are you?”

56. “What happened?”

57. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

58. “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

59. “Is that my book?”

60. “Are they dead?”

61. “You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

62. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

63. “Come back to bed. Please.”

64. “You’re who they warned me about.”

65. “Come back.”

66. “You should’ve listened to me.”

67. “I haven’t seen you in days.”

68. “Are you jealous?”

69. “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

70. “Why is there a deer in the room?”

71. “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

72. “It’s not my choice.”

73. “Can we take this home?”

74. “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

75. “I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

76. “(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

77. “Come home.”

78. “I hope you’re happy.”

79. “They don’t need to know.”

80. “I made this for you.”

81. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

82. “Is this really the time for jokes?”

83. “You always do this.”

84. “Wake me up when it’s over.”

85. “You look happy.”

86. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

87. “Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

88. “Do you want that?”

89. “Don’t let go.”

90. “Just let me stay.”

91. “Can I at least tell my side of the story?”

92. “Do you trust me?”

93. “Are you flirting with me?”

94. “Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

95. “Just let me see (them) one last time. Please.”

96. “Are you afraid to die?”

97. “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

98. “I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

99. “I won’t hurt you.”

100. “Have you been sleeping?”

101. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

102. “Don’t deny the feeling”.

103. “He said what about me?”

104. “I think (they) has a thing for you”.

105. “Please tell me your lying”.

𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳𝖥𝖴𝖫 𝖢𝖱𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖲 : @v4lentiines 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖴𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖱 !

#disney #disney descendants #disney zombies #writing #zed necrodopolis #addison wells #bucky buchanan #mal bertha #ben florian #jay jafar #carlos de vil #harry hook #zombies 2 #bonzo zombies #writing angst #imagine

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓’𝐒 !

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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 !

1. “I’m leaving.”

2. “You relapsed again, didn’t you?”

3. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me!”

4. “Yeah, it’s always my fault!”

5. “I hate you.”

6. “Even after all that?

7. “You broke her heart and came back for more, you bastard.”

8. “This isn’t fifth grade, this is a courtroom, you whore.”

9. “I think you’d be the perfect match for my ex-husband. He loved to sleep with multiple people.”

10. “I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

11. “Time was always a measurement of this relationship and we finally ran out.”

12. “Please don’t look at me with such hatred.”

13. “I could’ve died and you couldn’t have cared less.”

14. “Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.”

15. “You’re not the same person I married, don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

16. “I wish you wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, it has the opposite effect of what you want.”

17. “Don’t hate me for this. You would’ve done the same.”

18. “This could’ve been the end and you were ready to let me go.”

19. “You should’ve left me, you could never deserve the person I’ve become.”

20. “Hate me all you want. I know I’m right.”

21. “Today you broke my arm, I hope tomorrow it’s not my heart.”

22. “Nothing can justify this, you’ve ruined him.”

23. “You live with so much guilt, I hope it drives you mad one of these days.”

24. “My life was ruined because of one mistake. You were that mistake.”

25. “You are everything I hate, don’t ever come back.”

26. “Evil doesn’t come close.”

27. “Your wrongdoings are becoming your pastimes.”

28. “I wish you had of just done it for the thrill of it, but now you’re in deep shit.”

29. “Next time, I won’t be here to salvage your wreckage. This is the last time.”

30. “You should have ruined me when you had the chance.”

31. “No one will keep your name alive. Once you’re gone, everything you once stood for disappears too.”

32. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.”

33. “This is always how it ends.”

34. “Break my heart once more, I dare you.”

35. “Forget how you loved me once, I mean nothing now.”

36. “This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, this is real life and I can go on without you.”

37. “You don’t own me, I don’t belong to you.”

38. “I should’ve died. That would’ve made you happy.”

39. “Are we going to carry on like this or are you going to give him back to me.”

40. “She drowned and he lost his mind.”

41. “We shouldn’t. You’re married and I’m pregnant.”

42. “You’ve never been loved, I can tell.”

43. “Who told you I needed fixing and what made you believe them?”

44. “You’re almost as far-gone as I am.”

45. “Maybe it’s best that we don’t go home.”

46. “Roaming the streets was never safe for her. What makes you think it’s different for you?”

47. “I think you’re going to ruin me. Am I right?”

48. “Do you remember our last feud? I wouldn’t want someone to lose their life again, would you?”

49. “Kiss me quick and leave them be.”

50. “I hate seeing you so sad. It’s just so dramatic how humans show emotions and being sad is such a boring one.”

51. “Will you ever forget my number? No? Ah, because you still love me.”

52. “After the funeral, let’s surrender.”

53. “What made you think I cared for you?”

54. “It’ll be fun explaining this to your sister. I hope she likes horror stories.”

55. “Don’t act as if we’re friends. I know how much you want to slit my throat.”

56. “Let’s not get angry. Let’s calmly and sensibly take this outside so I can ruin your face.”

57. “Please ruin yourself for me and I’ll watch in adoration as I fall apart as well.

58. “We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”

59. “Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”

60. “Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

61. “There is nothing worse than seeing you get what you want.”

62. “Your mind must be a horrible place.”

63. “You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

64. “How is it that we always end up in this predicament?”

65. “I want to wipe that grin of your face with my sword, but my mother taught me to play nicely.”

66. “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low my standards are for you.”

67. “Ah, well if you want them back alive, I suggest you lay down your own life.”

68. “Don’t be ‘smart’. The battlefield is no place for Math Scholars.”

69. “You shouldn’t have come. You can’t be-”

70. “Stop talking or tomorrow won’t come.”

71. “Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”

72. “I shouldn’t care for your life, but I’m starting to and it’s becoming an inconvenience.”

73. “If you live to see her, please send my best regards and this box of her father’s ashes.”

74. “It would’ve been nice to get to know you better, but I’m afraid I don’t care.”

75. “I can’t help but think you’re a terrible person.”

76. “Seeing your face has unconventionally made me want to die. I wasn’t quite prepared for this feeling.”

77. “You could have loved me, I’m quite good at seducing, but you’re actually vile.”

78. “I hope I see you in a bodybag sometime.”

79. “Let’s pretend you didn’t cheat on me with my sister and be good people for a few minutes.”

80. “We should probably stop talking forever.”

81. “If I hated you anymore, I think I’d probably be crowned as satan’s right-hand man.”

82. “To say I ‘tolerate you’ is a vast overstatement.”

83.

84. “This will be the last time you lie to me.”

85. “You know it’s not like that.”

86. “How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

87. “You’re never going to be the same after this.”

88. “I just think it’d be best if we never met.”

89. “I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.”

90. “You never loved me, did you?”

91. “It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”

92. “I hope you’re happy.”

93. “If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!”

94. “What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”

95. “Now I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Thanks, it means a lot.”

96. “You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

97. “I knew she’d never change, she was too stubborn, too similar to me.”

98. “This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

99. “I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”

100. “When did you think you could hurt me again? Today? Tomorrow?”

101. “You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”

102. “You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.

103. “I hope you got what you wanted.”

104. “You made me miserable and I still loved you.”

105. “When you die, I’ll be the first to dance on your grave.”

𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳𝖥𝖴𝖫 𝖢𝖱𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖲 : @a-cure-for-writers-block 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖴𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖱 !

#disney #disney zombies #writing #angst writing #writing angst #zed necrodopolis #bucky buchanan #addison wells #moonlightwrites #disney channel #disney descendants #zombies #zombies 2 #wyatt lykensen #willa lykensen #wynter barkowitz

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