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(Indie Zachary Melto Blog! From the Welcome To Hell Film. Please read about and rules!) (Rules are mandatory to be read)  This is a Multi-ship and Multi-verse rp blog M!A: (none but accepting!) IRL Face Claim: Zac Efron. OOC Face Claim: Haruhi Fujioka. OOC tag: out of football Tracking: footballiisms

[linrinkuarts]

I was asked to draw a Zack, although this probably doesn’t look like him.

My bad.

[etchedstorylines-blog]

( angst starter sentences. )

“Are you going to leave me again?”

“Be quiet!” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”

“Don’t you love me anymore?” 

“Foolish.”

“Forgive me, please.”

“Get out of my face.“ 

“Go away.” 

“How could I believe someone like you?” 

“How could you do this to me?”

“How was I supposed to know?” 

“Leave me alone already.” 

“I can’t let you go, not when you’re like this.” 

“I can’t trust you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I haven’t been resting. I can’t sleep.“ 

“I just wanted to help you.” 

“I needed you and you weren’t there.”

“I said I was sorry.” 

“I thought we were friends.“ 

“I’m a nobody.” 

“It’s too late now.” 

“It was hard for me to say goodbye.”

“Maybe, I don’t need your help.”

“Please don’t go.“ 

“Please, stop it already.” 

“Stop lying.” 

“Stop pretending.”

“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

“We need to talk.”

“What more do you want from me?” 

“You don’t care anymore, huh?” 

“You liar!”

“You’re hurting me.”

[weebiisms]

"...weeaboo."

                          “You fuckin’ what. You lookin’ for a fight, pretty boy? I’ll smooch ye.” 

[weebiisms]

                          “..Ew, we got ourselves a bully over here.” 

[footballiisms]

"Really I was just giving you a nickname because I have no idea what your actual name is. But I guess I'm a bully."

[memeistopheles-blog]

[ footballiisms ]

                         “Welcome ta’ hell kid. Would ya’ like a hand?”

[footballiisms]

"No I can get up without yourself, thank you very much. Am I really in hell?"

[disillusionedwithhumanity]

"Heeey honey comb."

“Kill me.”

[disillusionedwithhumanity]

“Don’t talk to me.”

[footballiisms]

".... Fine. I'll leave you alone."

[wxlfencrest-deactivated20171207]

Jonathan had a hard time concentrating through the rest of the day. Most of the time he had his face buried in a book, scrambling down lyrics to songs he created in his head. Yet they always ended up being about Zach. Fuck Zach. Fuck being lovestruck. He’d probably just end up feeling like shit. But for some reason it seemed worth it. When school finally was over he rushed to the entrance where he waited for the jock. Of course the school would be talking about them.

[footballiisms]

The moment school ended, Zack was in the locker room, collecting his things before running off to meet up with Jonathan in the front of the school. It was true, people were beginning to talk. But, its not like he cared. People's opinions were beyond him at this day and age. "Hey, Honey Combs. Ready?"

[jonathancxmbs]

Immediately after, the nurses and head surgeon scrambled around, attempting to figure out just what happened. A moment later, the surgeon snapped at his assistant, ordering him to grab his supplies. The heart monitor was showing a faint but steady heart rate, which was a good sign. Everyone in the room was absolutely baffled; the brunet was alive? This wasn’t even possible.

The workers rushed to clean up Zack and patch him up. 

Meanwhile, Jonathan was still outside on his knees. He didn’t want to go home, not yet. He might as well talk to the doctor since the nurse told him to wait in the waiting room, for whatever reason. He let out a small sigh, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand, then headed back into the building.

[footballiisms]

His vision was blurred, but he could see fuzzy figures rushing around. The pain that he had somehow been avoiding came back to him in a rush. He whined, gripping onto the bed. Pain hitting him like a freight train. Doctors and nurses running around to help him, stitching up the stab wounds and then cleaning up the blood stains. 

" J-Jon..." Struggled to fade from his mouth. He didn't realize how weak he was. But the egging thought of Jonathan that plagued his mind, he wanted to make sure that Jon was okay. He knew how bad Jonathan got when his depression. He was pretty sure if he didn't come back, Jon would've gotten worse. "I need to see...Jon.." His words felt like croaks at this point. But the nurse assured him that Jon hadn't left yet and that the jock should rest, seeing how much of a fright he's been through. 

Eventually, Zachary stopped struggling to find his boyfriend and let the doctors work on him. He had forced himself to stay awake, not wanting to fall into another dream like that again. He could probably die, again. 

He could cross dying and being brought back to life off his bucket list.

[weebiisms]

"...weeaboo."

                          “You fuckin’ what. You lookin’ for a fight, pretty boy? I’ll smooch ye.” 

[footballiisms]

"I'd like to see you try and hit me, Smalls."

[wxlfencrest-deactivated20171207]

The blonde nervously shuffled around for his phone, seeking safety in its hard shell. As he was quiete the introvert and belonged under the autistic spectra at that he had his way of feeling safe even in these conversations.

“Great..Shit..I mean…See you after school…” he said before popping his headphones in and walking away.

Good job. Great. He’s gonna tell the whole school what a retard you are.

[footballiisms]

"Sure thing, Combs. Make sure you bring your books so it actually looks like we're doing something." Holy shit, that worked. He didn't think actually flirting with him would work. Score, now he has a date, and it wasn't even that hard. Just playing it cool is probably a good plan. Don't fall into the love sick puppy will definitely grant him down a new path. Whatever that means.

[jonathancxmbs]

“Alright, I’m calling it. Time of death: 11:30PM–”

“He CAN’T be dead, h-he can’t be!” Jonathan argued, though the look on his face suggested he knew there was no bringing Zachary Melto back. His shoulders slumped, his eyes drifting back to his boyfriend’s now lifeless corpse. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes and his hands clenched into tight fists down at his sides.

The blond raised his hands, starting to tug at his hair. Then, one hand flew to cover his mouth as he sobbed. And he sobbed loud. He made enough noise, the nurses decided. It took three of them to usher him out of the room, and one of them eventually managed to convince him to stand in the waiting room.

He wasn’t sure why he was even waiting. For what? Zack was d e a d. Jonathan hadn’t been able to do a single damn thing. He felt utterly helpless and alone, and he didn’t know what to do. Instead of waiting for the doctor to come out, he found himself slowly moving toward the exit of the building.

He needed to get out of here. But as soon as he stepped outside, he sank to his knees. “I can’t…” Jonathan’s voice was eerily quiet, his eyes focusing on the ground. “I-I can’t do this, I just can’t…” He shook his head and wept. He felt defeated. He felt broken. His heart was shattered, he was in so much pain. He shouldn’t have ever gotten close to Zack; this wouldn’t have happened.

[footballiisms]

Dead? He was...how the fuck did he die?! 

Zachary glanced at Jonathan. Watching him break down from the fact of the jock's death. Just witnessing Jon's reaction hurt him. He wanted to hug Jonathan rightly and reassure him that he was going to be okay and that he loved him. Looks like he wasn't going to get the chance. He didn't move once Jon was ushered out of the operating room, not taking his gaze off of him. He could hear Jon's voice outside in the waiting area loud and clear. Haunting him. 

He felt like his world was crashing down. He was dead, what else was he going to do? Not see Jonathan anymore. He sighed, leaning against the wall as he eyed his dead body. What was he suppose to do now? He died in a hospital, and he was still here. Wasn't there something about spirits staying behind because they had unfinished business? No, that was from a stupid Disney movie. Its not like it was true. What if there wasn't heaven or hell. Just, death. It was silent for a few moments, an awkward silent. Keeping his gaze on his dead corpse, which was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. But then, the most insane thing happened. His body started glowing. 

What the fuck?! 

Out of curiosity, Zachary rushed over to the corpse, confusingly looking at it. Why the fuck was his body glowing? What the hell his this witch craft. 

"Your time is not now." 

That sure scared the shit out of him, he jumped, accidentally placing a hand on his chest-- dead chest. And, out of no where, there seemed to be something pulling him back into his own body. Since his hand was disappearing into the bloody corpse. He was panicking, but didn’t protest. He felt himself slip, falling back into darkness. A few seconds later, his eyes fluttered open and the machines went haywire.

[wxlfencrest-deactivated20171207]

@footballiisms liked for a flirty starter //It won´t tag//

“So yeah…You look good today…Wanna come over to my place…Or something…”

Great Jon. You’re awesome at this. Way to fucking go.

[footballiisms]

"Heh, sure Combs. Though, I doubt it will end it studying."

[footballiisms]

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48. “I think I broke it.”

[footballiisms]

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[xtelumendil]

The original post was missing so I just went and found a bunch of sentences and posted them under the cut because of reasons.

Keep reading

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send “Oh God! Are you Okay?!” For My Muse’s reaction to Your’s spotting them looking beat up, bleeding, and pretty much hurt all over..

[etchedstorylines-blog]

( angst starter sentences. )

“Are you going to leave me again?”

“Be quiet!” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”

“Don’t you love me anymore?” 

“Foolish.”

“Forgive me, please.”

“Get out of my face.“ 

“Go away.” 

“How could I believe someone like you?” 

“How could you do this to me?”

“How was I supposed to know?” 

“Leave me alone already.” 

“I can’t let you go, not when you’re like this.” 

“I can’t trust you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I haven’t been resting. I can’t sleep." 

“I just wanted to help you.” 

“I needed you and you weren’t there.”

“I said I was sorry.” 

"I thought we were friends." 

“I’m a nobody.” 

“It’s too late now.” 

“It was hard for me to say goodbye.”

“Maybe, I don’t need your help.”

"Please don’t go." 

“Please, stop it already.” 

“Stop lying.” 

“Stop pretending.”

“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

“We need to talk.”

“What more do you want from me?” 

“You don’t care anymore, huh?” 

“You liar!”

“You’re hurting me.”

[wondrouswomcn]

Send me “Mun play” and I will play as myself for a thread with your muse.