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âBen now that youâre king, I completely understand if you think youâre too good for me but the least you could do is tell me itâs not working out,â you told him after running into him in the halls. It had been a couple days since he even texted you, let alone make anytime for you.Â
âWhat? What are you talking about? I would never think that about myself or you. Whatâs gotten into you?âÂ
âYouâre seriously asking me that? I havenât heard from you in days. We used to talk every night before bed and now I can barely even get a hello from you,â you started to yell drawing attention to yourself as Ben grabbed your wrists ever so softly and looked you dead in the eyes.Â
âI am so sorry. I have been being pull every which way with this new king stuff but I forgot about what matter most to me; you. I am going to make more time for you and I will never let this happen again. Please forgive because you mean more to me than this crown ever will.âÂ
I want to start kind of fresh so I need some new requests to get me started. Go ahead and send in fandom imagines and Iâll see what I can do. Please include the fandom itâs from to make it easier to understand. I had a lot of old ones that just said stuff like Peter and I was like Pan? Quill? Parker?Â
I keep stuff gender neutral so no fem/male/etc specific stuff. Keep it PG cause even though Iâm 21 now most of these characters are based off high school kids even though the actors are my age too.Â
Fandoms I do that I can think of off the top of my head, Iâll make a better list once I fix everything:
Descendants, Zombies, My Babysitterâs a Vampire, Big Time Rush, Stardew Valley, Teen Wolf, Marvel anything, Lab Rats, disney anything is pretty much on the table, the outsiders, until dawn, Detroit, skyrim, fallout 3, new vegas, 4, total drama my brain is a little dead but you get the idea.Â
omg iâve been following you since my frosh year & im a senior now, thatâs crazy!! what fandoms are you into rn? iâm into a lot of random obscure ones lol
I just looked and this account is 6+ years old. I definitely started it like a sophomore or junior year of high school and now Iâm heading into grad school for cancer research hopefully. Itâs been a loooonnnnng time.Â
Right now, Iâm binge-watching Total Drama because of that update with getting two new seasons, still have a love for Descendants and Zombies, a bunch of different animes, not for imagines really but animal crossing and stardew have been helping me through quarantine. Owl house and Milo Murphyâs law are amazing animations. Thatâs about it but I still have a lot of old loves for the stuff I used to write like My Babysitterâs a Vampire, The Outsiders, Teen Wolf, etc.Â
Hello itâs been years it feels like, do people still like imagines? Iâm into new fandoms but I wanna write again since life has been slow since I graduate college and pandemic still being a thing.
Let me know if youâre still active and want more!
Hello itâs been years it feels like, do people still like imagines? Iâm into new fandoms but I wanna write again since life has been slow since I graduate college and pandemic still being a thing.
Let me know if youâre still active and want more!
When the zombie apocalypse hits, six teens are forced together in a group to ensure each other's survival. Their personalities are completely clashing of each other and none of them were friends in high school. But the world of cliques is gone and now what matters is survival and they must stick together so everyone can stay alive.
Interested? Read the first chapter: Quotev (X) or Wattpad (X)
From an original story of mine - With Friends Like TheseâŚ
When the zombie apocalypse hits, Joel is the one that acts like the end times were made for him. He immediately takes the role of leader and everyone agrees that heâs their best fit. Joel was kind of a loner in high school and a loner by choice. He kept to himself and did his best not to get wrapped up into any petty high school drama. Heâs resourceful and once you get to know him has a kind heart and is full of wisdom. The rest of the group is thankful to have him and question why he deals with all of their bullshit constantly.Â
From an original story of mine - With Friends Like TheseâŚ
When the zombie apocalypse hits, Chase is the least prepared even though he had warnings about the events coming up. He didnât believe a single word about anything about the apocalypse that it really screwed him over. Chase is kind of arrogant and needs to learn when to bite his tongue. It would have saved him a nasty breakup if he kept his mouth shut. Heâs in for the biggest rude awakening when he realizes that high school doesnât compare to anything that he will have to face from here on out.Â
From an original story of mine - With Friends Like TheseâŚ
When the zombie apocalypse hits, Skye Coxâs high school life was already falling apart, breaking up with her boyfriend, losing her friends and stressing over trying to pass exams. All she knows is how to make it in the world of high school but she wouldnât give up on trying to survive. Sheâs resourceful and willing to learn. She might be a bit of an airhead at times and a little self-obsessed but she has a good heart. Skye is the first person to go to if you need a real good pick me up.Â
From an original story of mine - With Friends Like TheseâŚ
When the zombie apocalypse hits, Stella Cook is beyond terrified even though sheâs the best equipt. She is left with her fatherâs gun hoard with enough guns and other weapons for her group times 10. Sheâs got a sweet and pure heart but knows how to handle her crossbow. Stella is a little insecure and is definitely the shy one out of the group. Itâs something she has to work on and with these friends, who she considers family, so it shouldnât be too difficult.Â
From an original story of mine - With Friends Like TheseâŚ
When the zombie apocalypse hits, Jazz appears to be well adjusted to the horrible change of events. Sheâs the lone wolf of the group but would also be the first person to defend the others in the group. Jazz is distant with her feelings except with the people she trusts the most. She is willing to fight for as long as she can to survive and keep her new family along for the ride as well.Â
From an original story of mine - With Friends Like These...
When the zombie apocalypse hits, Gregory Harrison is the only boy at View Valley High that is prepared and ready for the end days. Heâs your average geek and kind of a fanatic for all things zombie. He's watched all the movies and read countless comics. Even if he doesnât have the brawns, he definitely has the brains necessary for survival. Â
Zoe Williams - Chloe Grace Mortez
Ezekiel Stevens - Chandler Riggs
Gabriel Dillon - Brendan Meyer
Daniel Thompson - Colin Ford
Caleb Morris - Jordan Fisher
Zayn Taylor - Cameron Monaghan
Wanda Smith - Stefanie Scott
Eve Barnes - Hayley Kiyoko
Phoebe Kramer - Kelsey Chow
Madame Latimer - Maggie Smith Â
Chloe Evans - Dove Cameron
Frederick Newman - Ryan McCartanÂ
âYouâre an undead supernatural creature, who feeds on brains. It was a part of the spell I casted,â he told me once I questioned him why I felt such a strange craving that I couldnât quite identify, only to find out that the taste I needed was human brains.
âA zombie?! You turned me into a fucking zombie and you didnât think to stop and wonder, hey maybe this isnât what I wanted out of a second life? That I rather be dead than being a flesh-eating, brain craving zombie. Did you even consider what I wanted? Now Iâm even more terrified to die than before knowing that I cease to exist; that thereâs no heaven or hell or anything! Youâre so freaking selfish!â I screamed at him as we were walking together and then it dawned on me where he was taking me. Casper, home of the supernatural and guess what? I was now a supernatural creature, a cannibalistic dead supernatural creature that is. If only Ezekiel was a hot werewolf or even a vampire that could have changed me into one of him but no, heâs a dumbass selfish warlock and now Iâm a zombie.
âI... I cared about you. I never thought you would seriously kill yourself. Iâm so sorry. I panicked and thought this was the best solution. You can stay in Casper now, a new chance at life. You wonât be judged. Youâll have me. I know things didnât turn out how they expected when reviving you but itâs better than being dead. Youâre basically a vampire but instead of blood, itâs brains. Iâll help you through this. Donât worry Zoe, youâll be safe and have a new family,â he told me as we stopped walking, in the middle of the road, as he grabbed onto my hand and I still didnât know how to process what had happened to me at the time. The irony in all of it, I valued my brains more than anything about myself and now I needed brains to keep up my sanity. But then it dawned on me, something that helped me be okay with this fucked up situation.
âWait a minute, you said like a vampire, does that mean immortal?â I questioned since I had developed a huge and very rational fear of death and the fact that there was nothing for my soul after death, I needed to know that I could live forever. I needed that comfort to be able to live on as a zombie. Otherwise, fuck this, Iâll shoot myself dead right there and then.
âI didnât think of that, but yes. I suppose so. You have to remember that immortal doesnât mean invulnerable though. Iâm pretty sure you already know the lore about zombies and death. The odds of you getting your brains blown out in Casper are slim to none, so until that day comes youâre forever young, as a zombie though,â he responded as I felt a smile creep up on my face.
âOkay, you sold me on this zombie life. Death is much worse than anything this can entail but what am I going to do about my family?â
âYouâre dead in their minds, they buried you in an empty coffin even though I cast a spell on it to appear heavier than it is and stay sealed shut, so theyâll never know that youâre alive. They canât find out. Theyâre normies and if I ever got caught by anyone in Casper that you knew about me being a warlock, I would have been burned at the stake, literally. The last thing they want is normies finding out about us. No one can know that youâve been revived. Ever see X-Men? Yeah, thatâs what weâll have if you go back to town. Youâll be viewed as a freak, scum, a worthless mutant. At Casper, youâll be appreciated, accepted, welcomed, loved. Casper will be like a heaven to you. The afterlife that you always wanted. Please say youâll come with me,â he pleaded as he held onto my hand and I looked back at him seeing that he wanted nothing more to be with me. I didnât know how to handle the situation. I mean, yeah, Ezekiel had always been there for me and I love him for that. He means everything to me, but I donât know if I love love him. Not like I know he does me.
The last time he saw me, things ended pretty shakily. Involved a lot of fuck yous and go die, mostly said by me. The thing that caused me to lash out at him, was similar to this situation, he thinks heâs always right and that he knows whatâs best for me. In our relationship, he would schedule the times on when heâd visit me when it worked to his advantage. Thereâs just some part of me that canât let him go and I donât understand why.
As I thought, I was hopeful. Maybe things will be different since weâll be able to see each other more, weâll live together. Itâll be nice. Iâll understand what itâs like to be supernatural. Yes, things will be better in Casper. They have to be. I have nothing else.
âYes, Iâll go with you.â
And that was that. I left my hometown and moved to Casper with nothing more than the clothes on my back and my growing craving for brains. He told me as soon as we got to Casper, heâd help with my little âappetite situationâ as he put it. We walked through the forest that we spent hours playing in as kids as I held tightly onto his hand, the other wrapped around my stomach trying to psychologically stop the pain which clearly wouldnât work. As we walked he told me everything I needed to know about the house I was staying at.
There were seven others living in my new home, two other warlocks Gabriel and Daniel, three witches, Wanda, Eve, and Phoebe, a ghoul named Zayn, and a wendigo named Caleb. Zeke gave me the low-down about the relationships going on in the house. Gabriel doesnât really get along with anyone, Ezekiel described him as a pessimistic asshole, which I relate. Daniel, was a sweetheart that everyone is friends with, heâs dating a just as sweet and cute merman named Joel. Wanda, a little cupcake, dating a mummy named Asar. Eve, a total bitch to anyone outside the family, even though no one was related in the household they were still her family, dating a vampire named Adeline, whoâs just like her. Phoebe, as Zeke described, was the only ânormal oneâ in the group and she was pretty chill to be around. He thought I would have liked her the most. She was dating a Kitsune, which was basically a fox I was told, named Haru who was as mellow as her. Witches and warlocks stuck together and anyone that was sent to Casper to learn magic away from the public eye was sent to Madame Latimerâs foster care for supernatural beings. Mainly it was home to witches and warlocks but then every so often there were misfits, that didnât have parents that shared their same supernatural abilities.
Thatâs what I was and thatâs what Zayn and Caleb were. Zayn, a once human turned ghoul, was cast out by his family once they realized he was an undead cannibalistic flesh-eating monster. Lastly was Caleb, a wendigo transformed after resorting to cannibalism during a cave-in, trip with his group of friends. Talk about a fucked up life, I mean I thought my situation was shitty. Ezekiel told me they were the most disconnected out of everyone in the house and they had their reasons. Everyone at Supernatural High looked at the cannibals as freaks, even though weâre all freaks. No, cannibalism on a regular basis unlike werewolves who are monthly lash outs makes you the freaks of the freaks. Â Â Â Â Â
âGreat, youâre telling me this and here I am, a brain-eating freak. Thanks a fucking lot Zeke. What about the love and care I was supposed to receive in Casper?â I questioned him as we continued to walk through the woods and in the blink of an eye, we were standing at the gate with the town name reading Casper. I quickly turned around as I was in shock only to see an empty road behind us. It was freaking crazy how in one step I stepped through a magical portal to a supernatural town without even realizing it.
âDonât worry. Youâll show them your adorable personality that I fell for so hard and everyone will love you, zombie, or not. Now hold on, let me do the talking here. These guys are always a hassle to deal with,â he told me letting go of my hand as he walked ahead towards the town and I noticed that just beyond the entrance was a bridge we had to cross to get into town which from the few buildings I could see across the bridge and river, it looked beautiful. Ezekiel stood on the bridge with hands on his waist as he stood there, looking confident of himself as he called out, âCome on you oafs, weâve got a newbie you need to meet.â As he stood there waiting, I took a few steps forward as curiosity got the best of me.
âWho are you calling an oaf tiny magic boy?â A loud harsh voice rumbled from below the bridge as a large green hand gripped the side of the bridge. Panic surged through me since this was much worse than a vampire or demon, in my presence. Even though I was now a supernatural being, I was still small.
âEzekiel, what did you do?â I questioned my voice shaking as the green hands hoisted themselves above and on top of the bridge with another doing the same. Looking up at them, they were practically giants. At least ten feet, green, muscular creatures.
âZoe, this is Gamjee and Juma, theyâre trolls and basically our TSA of Casper. They look after all the outgoings and incomings of the town. Itâs not that hard of a job, thatâs why they gave it to these two bird brains,â Ezekiel stated giving one of them a nudge in the thigh that would have the stomach for a normal size person.
âHi, Iâm Zoe, former human, newly a zombie. Iâm so sorry about my idiot boyfriend. I can only imagine the trouble he gives you two,â I told them with a bright smile, trying to hide the fact that I was terrified to see their response towards me. One reached down, I think Juma, placing his huge hand on my shoulder and I thought I was going to collapse just from the weight of his hand.
âZombie girl nicer than magic boy. Welcome anytime,â the troll said as he relieved my shoulder and the two of them made room for us to cross.
âEnjoy Casper!â The other stated as we went our way towards the town and I had the chance to finally take in my surroundings.
It was autumn and it was gorgeous around the town. I felt like I stepped foot in Halloweentown from those old Disney movies they played every year. The perfect amounts of orange, yellows, and reds made everything feel warm and comforting as we passed cute little family-owned shops and cafes. It was just a small little town, just like any other one that youâd visit in our realm. It felt so peaceful even though most things had their own supernatural twist to them. People were walking the streets looking happy as I caught a few of their attention.
âWhoâs that girl with Zeke?â I heard a girl ask from the other side of the sidewalk as I immediately latched onto Ezekielâs hand for comfort. Even if we werenât officially together, though I told the trolls that he was my boyfriend, I could still count on him for comfort. Although, he was usually the main cause of my anxieties and this was a perfect example of how it was his fault I needed to latch onto his hand.
I took notice of the girl, who was absolutely flawless. The most perfect bright blonde hair and the cutest button nose were the two things that got my attention quick. She was adorable and look even cuter with her much taller boyfriend, that she was holding hands with as they took notice in me and made eye contact. She and I made direct glances at each other and she just smiled at me which warmed my undead heart.
I waved back to her and I noticed that she was advancing towards us. Ezekiel sighed once he realized this and I couldnât understand why anyone would be upset about such a beautiful being walking their way. âAnd who might you be? I donât think Iâve ever seen you around,â she questioned as I noticed that Ezekiel gripped tighter onto my hand but I let go of it as I spoke to her.
âZoe Williams, this is my first time in Casper. Just recently I was turned into a zombie, about an hour actually. Yeah, my life is a bit hectic now. Everyone I ever knew thinks Iâm dead, so thatâs always fun,â I complained and realized that was not a good impression to make in front of such a pretty girl.
âA bit hectic, I could only imagine how Iâd feel in your situation. You seem to be handling yourself well though. Iâm Chloe, siren, but donât worry Iâm not one to use my abilities, thatâs Deliaâs thing. This is my boyfriend Frederick and heâs a werecat. Youâre in good hands though. Madam Latimer will help you adapt to Casper life. If you need any help around school though, you can come find me and Iâll be happy to help. Iâm hoping to get to know you, zombie girl. Iâll see you later,â she remarked and there went my heart, beating a million miles a second.
âSee you two,â Frederick said as he waved us off and they continued on their walk. I turned my attention to Ezekiel as I was smiling in a daze from her beauty and grace.
âEarth to Zoe, come on donât be gushing over her. The both of them are horrible people,â he muttered grabbing my hand and pulling me along.
âNo way, at least neither of them raised their non-girlfriend from the dead without thinking of her wishes. No one could be that horrible. Oh, wait.â Shit, that was harsher than I expected but I guess that was the point that I had finally opened my eyes for the first time as a zombie and realized what he actually did to me.
âZoe, youâre mad. I know but youâll see Casper will be perfect for you. You just need to stay away from those two, theyâre bad news. And Iâm guessing weâre taking a break arenât we?â He questioned and I nodded.
âI need time to adjust and I need a friend by my side, romance is the last thing on my mind. I know you understand Ezekiel, thatâs why we always get back together but I donât want to complicate things now. I need some self-discovery first. Youâre still my dorky best friend, sure a huge fucking asshole for reviving me but I guess in the end you were thinking about the best for me and you did make me immortal. Zeke, Iâm sorry for my outburst. Iâm just so conflicted right now. I need to not talk right now. I need time to think. Please tell me weâre almost to the house. I need to shut myself up right now,â I rambled on and he wrapped one arm around me as we walked together.
âWeâre almost there donât worry and I understand. Who knew that coming down from the lovestruckness of Chloe would bring you out of shock. Iâm glad to see you acting normal, pissed off at me, as usual. The feisty Zoe I love so much,â he stated pressing our cheeks together as he smiled.
âOh shut up, I still hate you right now,â I mumbled as we continued to walk in silence.
Once out of my daze, things started to make sense and I was actually was in control of my emotions. Yeah, didnât mean I wasnât going to lash out anymore because I had a good enough reason to be pissed off at Ezekiel right now. Itâs just now, all my emotions are followed by logic and rationale on this whole situation. Of course, I was so pissed off, I was a dead creature who was forced to feed on brains or go savage if I decided to opt out of that lifestyle. I mean at least brains are nutritious and who knows maybe Iâll become smarter from it.
We finally reached the house, which turned out to be a huge mansion on the top of a hill, a very steep hill and dear god walking up that hill would have killed me if I wasnât already undead. The mansion was beautiful from the outside and had a very witchy aesthetic to it which I appreciate that Madame Latimer was dedicated to keeping with her aesthetic. Once we got to the front door, Ezekiel opened the door and I knew this would be just another step in my new life.
âHey guys Iâm home and I brought someone with me,â Ezekiel called out as the sound of footsteps coming from different directions raced towards the front of the door and I was greeted by the seven others and Madame Latimer followed slowly behind in no rush to hurry over to me.
âNo. Fucking. Way,â one of the witches muttered looking at me as another got close and held my head in her hands as she examined all the corners of my face.
âYou did it. Youâre a necromancer. Thatâs freaking wild. Zeke, you told us you were going to a funeral and brought back the corpse. I mean wow, just wow,â the last girl remarked as the other girl was squishing my cheeks together and I didnât know how to respond to her doing this to me.
A boy was patting Ezekiel on the back as the two others just looked to me in curiosity but secluded from the others even though they were all in the same conversation. The last boy looked irritated and he was the one that got the girl to get her hands off of me.
âGeez Wanda, she just got here and youâre already freaking her out. Look at her sheâs terrified. I would be too if someone turned me into a fleshing eating zombie. Nice going Zeke by the way,â the boy remarked and he had to be Gabriel with a snide remark like that. The boy patting Ezekiel on the back must be Daniel and the two boys off to the side were obviously the two misfits that were Caleb and Zayn.
âChildren please go take our guest and make them comfortable and let me talk to Ezekiel for a moment,â a stern voice called out and of course that had to be Madame Latimer. She was an older woman and this probably wasnât her first generation of witches and warlocks sheâs had to foster. Just from observing her for less than a few seconds I could tell she was more on the stricter things when it came to being a guardian but obviously loved each of her foster kids with all her heart. I mean why else would she allow herself to deal with snotty teenagers all the time?
âCome on Zoe, weâll introduce ourselves in a second, letâs go sit down first,â the boy who I assumed to be Gabriel stated taking a hold of my hand and pulling me through the house until we reached the living room as the other six followed behind and took their seats as I sat next to him.
âHow come you already know my name?â I questioned him directly as the others sat around and I could sense the excitement in the air. A bunch of aspiring witches and warlocks seeing a work a beauty in the field of work, it had to be something amazing to see for them and I didnât blame them for their excitement. If it was anyone but me this was happening to, Iâd have the same reaction. But that was the thing, I was the person this whole shit storm was happening to and I wish it would all just end.
âZeke talks nonstop about you. I really wish he wouldnât cause itâs really annoying. You should have seen him when he found out you died from his parents. The idiot was on a quest to bring you back and what do you know, the guy did it. Youâre alive, well technically. As alive as you can be as a zombie. Iâm Gabriel and since youâre staying here with us most likely because Latimer isnât going to kick you to the curb, I guess you can come to me for anything even though I rather you not,â he told me and I appreciated his honesty even though it wasnât exactly nice.
âEve, thatâs Wanda, and sheâs Phoebe. Weâve got your back in this whole transition, donât you worry zombie girl. Weâll make sure Madame Latimer goes easy on you, sheâs gonna rip Zeke to shreds though since you were a normie before today. Now I gotta ask are you two dating cause he is always making things complicated for everyone and I can only imagine heâs the reason for his âcomplicated relationshipâ status heâs always telling us about you,â she asked me and I shook my head.
âIâve got bigger things to worry about right now if Iâm honest, we donât work well in shaky situations. So for right now, no. Iâm hoping I donât create a pick a side either him or me thing because weâre still friends so thereâs no need for that,â I told them as she nodded with a smile.
âEverything will be alright zombie girl. Donât stress about anything. Would one of you get her something to eat? Sheâs probably starving and we donât want her craving this early on,â she pointed to Gabriel and the other boy who must have been Daniel.
âFine, I guess Iâll do it. One fried human brain coming right up,â Gabriel sighed getting up from his seat and I gulped. It disgusted me that this was my diet now. It was inhumane.
âHey, be lucky the brain is the best-tasting part of the body, trust me weâd know. Iâm Caleb, a wendigo, and my boy Zayn, heâs a ghoul. Weâre the ones that actually have your backs. We know all too well what youâre going through right now. I mean at least you had Zeke to get you through the tough part, finding your way to Casper and yourself a home. Zayn and I had it pretty rough dealing with the transition and I wouldnât wish what I went through on anyone. Donât worry, you can come to me anytime, but I gotta get to studying for my midterm tomorrow so Iâll excuse myself from introductions now. Nice meeting you though. For an undead creature youâve still got life in your eyes, keep that,â he told me before getting up and Zayn followed behind without introducing himself in the slightest.
âDonât worry about Zayn, thatâs just him. Itâs nothing personal against you. Iâm Daniel by the way, just as everyoneâs telling you, you can also come to me for any help. Just an FYI, if you need help with school, Iâm your best bet. No offense to you guys or anything but you already know that difference between us in our academics,â Daniel told me with a bright smile on his face that actually seemed to be comforting for me. At least with this whole shitty situation going on, everyone that I would be living with seemed helpful and caring even the pessimists that were Gabriel and Zayn.
âDinner will be ready for you in about ten minutes,â Gabriel called out from what I assumed was the kitchen.
âWait, how did you die?â Wanda questioned and I then realized no one knew it was suicide. I didnât have to seem like some pitiful freak for doing that, which was horrible I thought that way but I couldnât help the way I thought.
âWanda, you canât just ask people how they died,â Phoebe yelled at her as the other two in the room looked to me with curiosity.
âNo, itâs fine. It was a car accident, my neck snapped and that was that. Iâm glad that his revival spell fixed my damaged vertebrae. It was pretty freaking scary waking up in a coffin being that my last memory was in a car. Crazy how quickly life can slip through your hands.â I lied through my teeth and no one would ever know that I killed myself.
Note to self: Remember to mention your lie to Ezekiel
âThatâs way less fucked up than Calebâs situation thank god for that. He still gets horrible flashbacks from his old life,â Eve remarked as they looked to me expecting that I talk more, I suppose, but, I didnât feel like opening up to them being that I was still trying to process what was happening.
âAnywho,â Daniel spoke, breaking the awkward silence. âWhy donât I give you a tour of the manor before dinner?â He asked as he stood up and reached out a hand towards me which I accepted standing up with him. âYou already saw the foyer and this is the living room. I might as well as show you to your room. For the first night, youâll have to stay with Gabriel since heâs the only one with an open bed but since youâre here now and staying, weâre going to rearrange the living arrangements. Weâd have you stay in the guest room but itâs being repainted. Donât worry though, Gabriel as much as a downer he may appear, he's actually really nice and caring, even though he wonât ever admit that to anyone.â He told me this as we walked through the foyer and upstairs to all the bedrooms.
âTo the left is Wanda, Eve, and Phoebeâs room, with their bathroom that way too, which youâll most likely be using since the guys always have ours a mess. Zayn and Caleb are in that room right there, Ezekiel and I are in the room to the left and Madame's room is across from ours, sheâs got her own personal bathroom but weâre hardly ever allowed to use it or go in her room for all that matter. Your room, for now, is in between Zayn and Calebâs and my room. Gabe can show you around in a bit, give him some time to clean that pigsty. A closet is near the girlsâ room that should have anything you need if it isnât in the bathroom,â he explained to me as he also showed me around the basement, the game room, the dining room, and the kitchen. Every room was so huge and it was kind of overwhelming. Each room had paintings and decor that cost about two times what my house was worth.
After the tour of the manor, it was time for my first bite of human brain. I see youâre dying to find out and that you shiver with antici-
I think that Anon meant that there's a lack of/there's not imagines here that have the reader as a person of color (black, Asian,etc). Which I think is bulls*ht because I don't remember reading any imagine here that mention the reader's skin color? I always thought that aspect was left black for a reason (so that the reader can imagine themselves in the imagine). Sorry if I got a bit carried away.
No youâre totally fine, thatâs exactly what I created this blog for, to imagine yourself in there. I mean itâs coming from my perspective as a queer white female since Iâm writing them but I have never included a specific gif of the âreaderâ or identified race while writing. More recently Iâve completely made them gender neutral as well. I honestly donât see a problem. And for the characters themsevles, I just write for whoâs requested. Sure itâs mainly white people but thatâs because the fandoms are mainly white characters.Â
Honestly, I didnât think would be an issue and thought the anon was referring to the color scheme for like color blindness or something because for whatever reason I thought could have been an issue XDÂ
High school, best four years of our lives, right? I sure hope not or the rest of my undead life is really gonna suck ass. Speaking of that saying, I never quite understood it. Even if youâre a popular little snob or a top quality jockhead, high school is practically a prison for everyone. Think about it, being confined to a building for seven-plus hours a day, where you have to follow a set schedule, ask to use the bathroom, not mention the different cliques and prejudices towards others. Yeah, totally fun, right? Wrong.
Now imagine if you were a creature of the night. No, not getting banged by Rocky Horror creature of the night, more like a cannibalistic undead zombie, a creature of the night. Thatâs me, Zoe the zombie. Add the supernatural element into a high school and it manages to make things worse than they already were. Go figure, thatâs just my luck.
For most of my life, I was just your ordinary human teenage girl going to an ordinary public high school. That was until about a month ago when I made some ill choices in my life. Iâll get to all that sappy backstory in a minute. Right now, I gotta talk about my situation going on at the moment.
Today marks my first day at Supernatural High, home to all the freaks you can think up of from werewolves, vampires, demons, and even hybrid monsters whose parents were from two different species. I even heard thereâs a demon/angel child, like talk about star-crossed lovers. The parents of that girl put Romeo and Juliet to shame with their love story. How did I manage to get myself into this mess you ask? One word: Ezekiel.
Ezekiel, one of the three main warlocks of Supernatural High, decided to revive me from the dead. Now you're probably wondering why or how I died and why out of all people, Ezekiel revived me, which he did a really shitty job at by the way being that l have craving for brains almost all the time.
I might as tell you why before word starts to get around and you hear it from some other weirdo rather than me. I'm pretty sure the whole school knows, knowing that Ezekiel told his other warlock and witch friends what he did because none of them have ever dealt with anything as difficult as necromancy. His warlock and witch friends, letâs just say they can't keep their mouths shut and the whole story of my pathetic life is bound to be spread throughout the whole school.
Anyways, I'm procrastinating on the inevitable of telling my past life as a human, grab those tissues if youâre a bit of a baby cause I'm about to get really sad and sappy. Here we go:
I was just your average teenage high school junior girl. I had a decent amount of friends and was well liked by most everyone I talked to. Did that mean I was popular? No, by no means would I ever be popular. Iâm just average after all. Did that mean I was happy in my normal high school? Hell no, it was a living nightmare when I was living. Five AP classes, the rest honors, opted out of a lunch for an extra class, elective period consisted of tripling up on sciences to take as many as I can before college, hours upon hours of homework, add softball, and a job on the weekends, oh and donât forget trying to find time for friends and family events. It was fucking stressful, but I managed to do it for the longest time until I broke.
My breaking point was inevitable with the amount of stress I put on myself. My crippling depression and anxiety didnât help the situation all that much. You can only imagine the amount of agony I was in and these were supposed to be the best years of my life and here I was dying on the inside. You can only guess what happens next, with an imbalance of serotonin in your system, it can cause you to feel like nothing in life matters. When youâve got five tests on the same day, plus working the night before, while your friends are hanging out the movies, things can only go down from there.
Do I regret what Iâm about to tell you? No. Well maybe. Itâs too earlier to decide. If Ezekiel didnât revive me, then yes probably. I was home alone, like most nights as my parents worked and then went out together and a thought popped into my head as it was already 9:00 and I still had about oh, I donât know about 20 hours of homework to do, not to mention studying. Now, my thought wasnât an on the spot reaction, Iâve been this way since puberty, this moment in my life was only a tipping point where I wasnât going to get back up.
End it all. Itâs easy. Youâre not going to be missed. Go ahead, itâs better than this. Do it, Zoe. Â
And, I did. No clue how many pills I downed, I just knew it was way passed enough to do three people in. Straight A AP Chemistry student, I knew what I was doing and I knew what would work best. It was painless. Thatâs the part I donât regret. It was so peaceful and as I faded into the darkness, completely drowned in my own tears, the stress faded. But then that was it. After that black. Nothing. A void. Nada. Zoe Williams was no more.
That was the part that made me regret my decision, to a point. There was nothing after death. If I hadnât been revived there would have been nothing for me, never again a conscious thought. That scared me dearly because all I ever had was my brains and without brains what was I? If I didnât exist after death, what did life even mean to me in the first place? At least knowing a hell existed managed to put my mind at ease rather than nothing.
Then Ezekiel came into the picture and changed everything. Before I have a really cool flashback like all those good movies have, let me tell you about Ezekiel first. How would I describe him, you ask? Well, our relationship status is rather complicated. I wouldnât say heâs my boyfriend but then again I wouldnât say heâs not my boyfriend either. Weâve never established anything but I guess to anyone that would see us hanging out would consider us to be dating. Do I love him? No, well maybe. I donât know because he was always on the bottom of my list on things that matter, school, the future, friends, work, hobbies, volunteer hours, all that mattered before my feelings of âloveâ for a boy.
Anyways, Ezekiel is one of the biggest dorks out there, we have a good relationship whether it be romantic or not and yes, him being a warlock did have his perks. It was like having my own personal Harry Potter, except you know the biggest thing heâs ever accomplished was conjuring up food out of thin air, unlike Potter. We grew up together as best friends until about the time he turned eleven. I guess that part was similar to Harry Potter, with when they left home. At the time I didnât understand why he had to leave and I was just told he was going to a performing arts school. Yeah right, that boy doesnât have an ounce of artistic talent in him. Even then I knew that was complete bullshit.
It wasnât until about a year later that I found out the truth about his disappearance. He moved in with a bunch of other witches and warlocks in a town not located on the map. Itâs protected from the normies as Ezekiel would call me and others. Only supernatural beings are able to find this town, Casper, home to all those spooky creatures you see on your tv during Halloween. I didnât believe him at first when he told me about this town and him being a warlock but oh, he showed me wrong and it was amazing. Seeing that your so-called boyfriend had magic is always a pleasant surprise to be wrong about. That changed my views on a lot of things but like I said only the supernatural could enter, Iâve never been not since last night that is. Iâm getting ahead of myself though, letâs go back to yesterday where I was still dead ready to raise and walk along the living.
Letâs do the time warp again.
âZoe, wake up. Oh God, please let this have worked. Come on God, dude, Iâm nice to your kids and grandkids, itâs the least you can give me.â It was odd hearing his voice. I was sure I was left alone way past the point of saving after taking all those pills. Thereâs no way it didnât kill me, I made sure that they would. Why was I hearing his stupid voice hovering over me? It didnât make sense, I was dead. I was supposed to be in heaven chilling with Marilyn Monroe, Freddie Mercury, Leonard Nimoy, and Kurt Cobain, the legends of their times. If I was in hell, so be it, Iâd hang with Hitler, all those serial killers, and I mean even Satan himself. Surprisingly, I would have been okay with this fate. Even other ways of an afterlife, even nothing was more expected than opening my eyes to see an open-jawed scrawny teenage boy looking down at me.
âI did it! I freaking did. Oh just wait until I shove it in Gabrielâs face. Heâs going to be so jealous. Youâre alive,â Ezekiel exclaimed mashing his lips into mine at a failed attempt to kiss me. Panic rushed through me as I forcefully shoved him away from me. I was on the brink of having a panic attack and hyperventilating to death or pass out at the very least.
âWhat. Did. You. Do?â I managed to ask as I looked down at my hands trembling and suffering from cyanosis and at the bed I was sitting on, only to realize that it wasnât a bed but a coffin. âZeke, did I die?â I questioned as he nodded. âAm I dead still?â
âNo, about that. Youâre looking at the only seventeen-year-old necromancer there is. I brought you back to life. I knew there was no way you wouldnât regret your decision. Suicide wasnât the answer Zoe, but now you have a second chance. Iâm just so happy I managed to save you,â he smiled pulling me into a hug that I submitted to, unable to process the situation at hand.
âZeke, thereâs nothing. Absolutely nothing. I died and that was it. No gods, no devil, no reincarnation, no anything,â I told him my whole body shaking as he held me tight. I had a mental break not even two minutes at my second chance of life. Tears started pouring out and he did his best to comfort me.
âItâs alright, youâre back. Youâre alive again, thatâs all the matters. Youâre safe. Zoe, why would you do that?â He asked me and I couldnât breathe, I was so worked up.
âI⌠I.. donât know,â I gasped with each word unable to calm myself as we held each other for who knows how long until I finally did manage to calm myself down.
After I managed to keep my cool, I opened up to Ezekiel about my life before killing myself and the depression and anxiety I suffered from. He knew about it before, a little, but he never knew it would have gotten that bad. He understood why I did what I did even though he didnât approve of it, he could at least see my rationale. Thatâs the thing I had always loved about Zeke, he was always there for me even when he didnât care for something or approve of it. I could always count on him to have my back if things went wrong. However, this time was different. He did something that would change my life forever and I have yet to tell if itâs for the better or the worse.
