A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 1 The moon glowed bright in the sky, a warehouse right of the high way into a woodsy area. The warehouse windows were either cracked or missing, replaced with a dark gray cover. Music blaring, spider webs covered the entrance of the warehouse, covered in spiders, ranging from black to purple. Jack-O-Lanterns sat all around the walk way and throughout the patches of overgrown grass. They shone a wicked orange, giving them a sinister look, a line of teens, joking and laughing.A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on Zacky!" called a crazy haired boy who was dragging a smaller boy with black and purple colored haired.
"But Jimmy!" whined the boy.
"No, you're not missing this party!" growled Jimmy.
Signing, Zacky gave up struggling making Jimmy smile.
"Hey guys!" said a boy with shades and ripped black jeans.
"Mattie!" was screamed as Jimmy let go of Zacky and jumped on Matt, giving him a tackle hug and a deep kiss.
Laughing at the scene, Zacky rolled his eyes at the sight that happened almost ever
Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The DarkLove of mine,Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The Dark2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zacky sat down carefully in the uncomfortable padded chair that had almost become his home over the past couple of weeks. He'd slept, eat and cried in that chair. The black haired man sipped luke warm coffee from a plastic cup, which was cautiously gripped in a casted hand, while he desperately tried to find energy through any means possible. Sighing, he slipped his good hand into a cool, unresponsive counterpart. It had been two weeks, three days and nine hours since that hand had squeezed back or laced it's fingers together with those of the black haired man. But still, Zacky hoped that if he held that cold hand in his clammy palm, it would one day transfer his energy into his love's body, and then the hand would come to life once again.
Next to Zacky's chair, Brian laid comatose in a hospital bed, hidden beneath thick, heavy covers. He'd been that way for some time; a clean, white bandage tied tightly around his head, tufts of hair sticking out from beneath, a t
The Only Hope For Me Is YouThe Only Hope For Me Is YouThe Only Hope For Me Is You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Elvira Tepes
Brian sat with Zack in the ER. He was put in a hospital bed relaxing. They had done X-rays. Zack has again four broken ribs re-broken, a forced miscarriage, and internal bleeding. They were shocked Zack even lasted this long after the incident. It had been an hour before they got to the hospital. He was immediately rushed for surgery. The internal bleeding was stopped and repaired as well as his ribs. The miscarriage was already done. They just had to make sure Zack expelled the fetus.
Zack now lay on his hospital bed looking at Brian who sat in the chair. "Thank you Brian. You saved my life."
Brian nodded. "Anything for you man and I do mean anything." Zack nodded. "Can I ask you something Zack?" Again, Zack nodded. "What do you think of me?"
"You are my best friend. My brother in a sense. Why?" Zack asked still looking at him.
Brian bit his lip. He leaned forward, pressed his lips to Zack's, and kissed him passionately. He truthfully loved
This Aint A SceneHe saw him sitting at the bar four red upholstered stools away from his own person. He had short raven black hair, his fringe splayed across his forehead covering one of his feminine arched eyebrows, the back spiked in an upwards fashion. He had mischievous yet dazzling jade eyes that scanned the crowd of gyrating bodies, people grinding their hips into each other. His plush lips curled into a devil-may-I grin, the multi-colored lights glinting off his silver hooped snakebites as well as his septum ring, giving the appearance that his piercings were changing colors. His lips were chubby and he had a boyish shaped face but he still was able to pull off the look of a potential sex partner.This Aint A Scene3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He swirled in his chair sharing small talk with the bartender in front of him. His fingers curled over a small glass as he chugged a shot of whiskey straight. The alcohol dribbled off his lip splattering to the countertop.
The bartender flipped his bleach blond hair away from his eyes as he cleaned a m
Synacky - One Shot"Zacky! Get a grip man! Seriously, if she doesn't want to go out with you, thenSynacky - One Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
you can't force her!" Johnny was trying to calm me down. Let me get you caught
up, right now I was just told by my girlfriend of 23 months that she wanted to
be single again. What kind of reason is that!? I was really pissed off yet
really upset at the same time and it was putting me on edge. I really loved her
and now she is gone. I guess I should get myself together for the bands sake.
I'm performing in a few hours and we wanted to get an afterparty set up. It is
the LAST show we are playing for a year while we work on our new album, so we
are gonna party, get laid and take some... substances all night long!! To be
honest, I'm really excited and nothing will kill my mood tonight. Not even her...
"Zack! Where's the guitar tech at?!" Brian shouted over the loud music playing.
We where in the tour bus behind the venue and 5 guys in that small space is what
you would consider to be quiet. Brian walked over to
Time For Miracles -synacky-Zachary Baker woke up to the sound of someone knocking the door loudly. He groaned loudly as he crawled out of bed, reaching for the closest pair of boxers he could find and pulling them on, followed by a loose football shirt that hung comfortably around his frame. His husband, Brian, was still nestled up in the bed sheets, snoring lightly as he continued to sleep deeply through the battering the door was receiving. Zacky frowned as he watched his log of a husband dreaming soundly in the warmth of the bed.Time For Miracles -synacky-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Jesus Christ alive, I'm coming, hold the fuck on!" Zacky sighed, storming out of the bedroom and trotting down the stairs, the knocking ceasing before he got to the bottom. "I swear to fuck, if you're trying to sell me something, I will rip your throat out," he grumbled, pulling the door open and gasping at what he saw.
There was a young child sat on the door step, wide green eyes shining up at the rhythm guitarist. He was holding a letter in his chubby little hands, a relatively la
2. The only hope for me is youBrian and Zacky got home mid morning from Jimmy's house and Brian went upstairs to take a desperately needed shower whilst Zacky went to make some coffee for them both. He sat on the counter top looking down at the floor whilst waiting for the water to boil and swung his legs absent mindedly whilst thinking. 'Should I have said that? Oh god, I told you not to!' He scolded himself, 'I knew it would pressure on him, what if he cracks? Shit. Okay It was kind of heat of the moment, I mean. He was trying to kill himself. What else could I have said??' He sighed, 'Anything but I love you. It's not like he picked up on it. He didn't really have a reaction.'2. The only hope for me is you2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hnn." He groaned and let his head fall against the cupboard behind him and shut his eyes for a moment. He opened his eyes and brought his head forwards when he heard Brian coming downstairs. He had a towel around his waist and had washed his hair so little droplets hung from wisps oh his now long, black hair.
"You should get your li
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"They're not going to accept me back Zacky. I know they won't." Brian worried.
"They're your friends man, you've known for most of your life, of course they are going to accept you back. Plus Avenged Sevenfold wouldn't be the same without the very Synyster Gates." Zacky dragged him out of the car and over to Matt's front door. He knocked on the door and a few seconds later the door opened. Matt stood there and saw Brian.
"Gates!" His eyes popped and he flung his arms around his neck, "You're back man!" Brian blinked and put his arms around Matt to return the hug.
"I told you they'd accept you back." Zacky stated in an 'I told you so' tone and he went in to see Johnny.
"Hey Johnny man." Zacky hugged Johnny.
"What up Zee, been a while." Johnny laughed.
"Yeah. I have brought a visitor with me," They stopped hugging," Matt's out front squeezing him like a boa constrictor." He gestured back to the door with his thumb and Johnny went to see.
"Syn!" Johnny exclaimed and hug
FoREVer- Synacky Oneshot1686FoREVer- Synacky Oneshot3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Brian sighed as he watched the witch trials. Women all ages were dragged from their homes, tortured then condemned for been witches... all because of one boy. Zachary Vengeance, as he liked to be called. He was the real witch and yet only Brian could see through him. He could see past the innocent appearance and saw the wickedness that laid underneath. It repulsed him yet he could not stay away from Zachary. The little witch had put a love spell on Brian and so he could not stay away. He curled his lip in distaste then turned and walked through the forest. He stopped as he heard a twig snap then two arms wrapped themselves around him.
"Don't leave me," A small whisper said. "You can't leave me,"
"Zachary..." He whispered.
"Do ye know how a love spell works?" The voice whispered. Brian shook his head. "The caster must have desire for the person of their affection and the person must have desire for the caster,"
"Are ye sayin'-" Brian growled, yanking his grip from the witch.
Animal -Synacky- -ZackyCat-Brian smiled gently, the sound of birds chirping outside waking him. The golden sun was shining through a gap in the curtains, giving the room a warm glow. The man rolled over, running his hands down his boyfriends body, the tips of his fingers gliding down Zacky's waist, his pert ass, his fluffy tail, his- wait, what?Animal -Synacky- -ZackyCat-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Brian opened his eyes, instantly widening them when he saw Zacky.
Ears. Furry, fluffy, cat ears. And... and a tail! Mother of god, his boyfriend was not meant to have a long, swishy tail! Zacky sighed in his sleep, purring when Brian reached a hand up to stroke his ears.
"F-fuck... Zacky? Zacky, wake up, hun..." Brian whispered, poking Zacky's arm gently. The younger man fluttered his eyes open, smiling sweetly at his boyfriend. Brian would've returned the gesture, if he hadn't noticed the fact that those fluffy ears perked up when he smiled.
"Morning, Bri," Zacky chirped, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was a cat man.
"Zack... do you fee
Synacky- Tell Him"Tell him," Matt urged as he and Zacky sat in the greenroom after that nights show. Recently, Zacky had slipped into a state of depression. It had taken him a while to confess it to Matt the true reason; because he was hopelessly in love with their best friend and band mate, Brian Haner and that love was unrequited. Brian was oblivious to this, of course as the raven haired guitarist was almost certain that if he told his friend, it would ruin everything and he would lose his best friend. Zacky pulled his bony knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them while shaking his head. He couldn't tell Brian. "You have to tell him, Zack. It's the only way things are ever going to get better."Synacky- Tell Him3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What am I supposed to do?" Zacky sighed, Matt was talking like this was a simple thing. "Go up to him and say 'oh hey, Brian. I'm in love with you and always have been'? He'd hate me. No, I."
"What?" Brian asked incredulously from the doorway. Both men gasped in unison and turned around,
Synacky- When We Were StrangersWhen we were strangers I watched you from afar.Synacky- When We Were Strangers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brian Haner flicked his curious brown eyes across the cafeteria towards their common target, his most recent fascination. He wasn't sure what it was about the new boy that so sternly demanded his attention but he couldn't seem to tare himself away, not that he wanted to in the slightest.
He found himself enchanted by the way the dark haired boy was constantly hunched over a spiral bound note book. Oh, how Brian yearned to know what the contents of that notebook were. He wondered if it were drawings or stories, or maybe even songs. Something creative and beyond homework, that was clear by the constant frown of dedicated concentration on the boy's slightly cubby yet childlike and lovable face.
Brian wondered what hobbies the new boy had and if he were sporty and athletic, or artistic and musical. Perhaps a mix of all those things. Brian wouldn't be surprised; his subject seemed to be a perfectly interesting character, nothing would s
Late Night Texts 26S: Dean, were you and Cas watching Ju-On 2 last night?Late Night Texts 262 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Dean, are you lying to me?
S: Dammit, Dean, what the hell have I told you about letting Cas watch scary movies?
D: Not to do it.
S: So why the hell do you keep doing it?
D: Because he likes to cuddle when hes afraid.
D: And by that I mean hes fucking terrified and he cusses me out while hiding his face in my shoulder.
D: How the hell did you figure out we watched that, anyway?
S: Hes locked himself in your room, screaming about how if that bitch wants to come at him, shes going to have to face him and his army of angels.
S: Dean, he has a fucking army of angels in your room.
S: What the hell do I do with a bunch of angels who are hyped up on adrenaline because they watched a fucking horror movie?!
S: Dean, please come home.
S: You fuckass.
-Synacky- Bittersweet MemoriesI had been walking around with the same tattoos for so many years. Every tattoo located on my body had a meaning. And I liked all of them. I know where I got them and I know why I got them. But since I found out I had a tattoo without a meaning, I was confused. Was I really sure I knew where I got all of them? Was I sure why I got all of them? I had been looking at that tattoo for about 5 years now, and I still didn't know what it meant.-Synacky- Bittersweet Memories4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Now and forever
All those letters, all those words did they have a meaning? I didn't know. My mind was sort of empty lately. This was one of the things what was on my mind for a few years now. And every day I asked my friends and every day I asked my colleagues. They just didn't know who or what ZV was.
Sometimes I secretly took a knife and cute in the tattoos, trying to get it away, but well, nothing worked, and the next day, my entire hand hurt and then I couldn't go to work because of the pain.
I used to hide them, with make up
The Only Thing I Ask Of You -brohnny-"Is there a hedge maze in there or something?"The Only Thing I Ask Of You -brohnny-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Brian looked up at his roommate, frowning at his words. Zacky had never been the clearest with words, but what he had just muttered was pretty random, seeing as they hadn't spoken to each other for the previous ten minutes.
"I mean, in your closet. Seeing as you're still determined to stay in there." Zacky said nonchalantly, flicking through his English textbook and scribbling down a few sentences, not reacting when he heard his best friend give an irritated sigh, or when he felt a pillow hit the back of his head. "Don't blame me because you're too much of a pussy to come out."
"I'm not gay, Zack. How many fucking times do I have to tell you?" Brian hissed, resisting the urge to just storm out and tell Matt to talk to Zacky instead of having to explain himself once again. It seemed like the rhythm guitarist's boyfriend was the only person able to talk some sense into Zacky most of the time, especially when it was pissing someo
Synacky- The Swarm"I'm so bored." Jimmy whined as he flopped down onto the sofa, frustration plain on his young face. Johnny laughed and settled himself down on Jimmy's structured chest but he felt it too, everyone was bored of being on the bus.Synacky- The Swarm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What is there to even do around here?" Brian asked; his knowledge of London was sparse and next to nothing but gig venues and bars and it was far too early to go out drinking. He suddenly felt that they had planned their most recent tour rather badly. It had been Zacky's idea to do one London show then take a day off before doing another. It had seemed perfect at the time but now, it just seemed boring. They'd seen the sights of London on previous tours and had no desire to revisit them, so that left them stuck on the bus with nothing to do.
"I have an idea." Matt grinned, an excited look in his hazel eyes. Johnny rolled his eyes as Jimmy pressed for him to continue.
Matt disappeared into the bunk area for a few minutes, then when he returned a crinkled flyer w
This Night's Almost Over -synacky-Brian Haner-Sanders couldn’t keep the growing smirk off his face as he saw Jimmy Sullivan getting flustered as he spoke to Johnny’s parents, the tall music teacher’s face blushing a bright red as he complimented Johnny’s overall performance over the year. Jimmy and Johnny had been sleeping together for a year and a bit, and it was painfully obvious how awkward Jimmy was about meeting his boyfriend’s mother and father at a parents evening, seeing as what he was doing with their son was just a little bit illegal. Brian, however, was having the time of his life, seeing as only about 5 of his overall 100 students in the grade were actually going to show up and talk to him, thanks to their parents deciding drama wasn’t a good enough subject to talk about. Brian stopped caring about a second after he was told. He just wanted to watch Jimmy flail.This Night's Almost Over -synacky-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Mr Haner, right?” a nice enough looking woman stood before Brian with her husband beside he
Synacky- Love in LimboYou missed the winter and it followed you back homeSynacky- Love in Limbo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where sun kissed the crimson footsteps in the melting snow
I left Zacky in November, when the first of the winter chill was taking over our home. And although I left, I was never truly gone. I left him cold and alone; I never meant to. He waited for me to return until finally he realised that I would not.
We are doing our best to disown the golden mean
By disacts of cruelty in the name of beauty to be free
I watched as he cried at night, but I was hopeless. I couldn't do anything to fix the mess I had made. I heard him talk to me, beg for me to return to him but I could not, the choice was everything I wanted but not an option I could take. His tears never stopped, his beautiful face constantly contorted and wet with tears. My heart broke every time I watched him and constantly scolded myself for my inability to do anything.
The acoustic funeral for love in limbo
We're dancing with tags on our toes
I protected hi
Ink Under My Skin (Synacky)Ink Under My Skin (Synacky)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ink Under My Skin (Synacky):
Zacky Baker sat in the state-of-the-art studio all alone, waiting for his four bandmates to show so they could record new material. He nibbled at his right snakebite as he concentrated on the blank screen of his laptop. He had been trying for nearly a week to write a song that would be totally separate from the others he and the guys were working on. He was trying to pen a song that accurately encompassed his feelings for the one person that had stolen his heart and saved his life more times than he could count, but it just wasn't coming, and he had no idea why. He knew exactly what he felt. The problem was that he just couldn't get it out.
After staring at the screen for a few more minutes, Zacky finally tore his eyes from it, resisting the overwhelming urge he had to just toss the fucking thing into the nearest wall or out a window.
"I wonder if there's a sledgehammer around here somewhere," he grumbled.
Best I Ever HadBest I Ever HadBest I Ever Had3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been three months since the day that I left Brian, and in those three months I have felt so alone and incomplete that my heart only continues to break more. It's not that I didn't love him, because I did, and I still do, but with all of the things he put me through I just couldn't handle it anymore. Things had started off great between us, but eventually It just seemed like the only thing that was important to him was partying; and don't get me wrong, I too love to party, But Brian just didn't know when to call it quits. Eventually he even started to get mad at me when I would even suggest that we stay in rather than attend a party. At that point I felt so neglected and unloved that I just couldn't take it; and now I'm sitting in my house alone, just wishing that he would have actually loved me, because to me he was the most important person in the world.
I truly don't know how much longer I can live like this. All that I do now a day is get up, go on t
Synacky- First DateIn the car I just can't wait to pick you up on our very first date.Synacky- First Date3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A slender dark haired man flicked off the radio and laughed, memories flooding back to him. He looked to his side, affectionately drinking in the appearance of the shorter man next to him.
"Zacky, remember our first date?" He asked, sure that he would. Zacky clicked to attention, smiling with his lover as he remembered.
"How could I forget?" Zacky replied, even in fifty years time he would remember that nights; it had been so perfect. Brian had been unbelievable; he had planned every tiny little detail to a tee. Zacky's chest swelled with love as he thought over the day that had started their two year relationship.
"Shit," Brian mumbled, checking his reflection in his rear view mirror. He messed with his long mahogany locks, feeling nervous. He looked towards Zacky's house and felt a whole new wave of terror surge through his system.
'What do I do?' He thought to himself. Never in his life had he go
Sabriel, with snow and tickles.Sam drums his fingers on his thigh, puffing the steam from his hot breath out and into the brisk morning air. He leans against a mossy upright log that was once a trail marker. Hunts have been slow; achingly so for a good month now, and so the boys have settled themselves into a campsite in Northern California in the depths of winter.Sabriel, with snow and tickles.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, Sam has.
Dean, on the other hand, wished his little brother "Good luck with that frostbite, Sammy!" and quickly motored away to a nearby motel, complete with fireplace and an angel with a trenchcoat and surprisingly warmth-filled wings.
After Dean had tickled and kissed and nibbled him into a red-faced, giggling mass of feathers on their bed, anyway.
Sam yawns loudly, and it echoes through the redwoods. The sun sends streaks of yellow light in through the foliage, and it glints wonderously off the fresh snow.
Sam hears the faint beating of an owl's wings, up in the canopy, and he smiles contentedly at the scene that dusk has laid out before him.
Synacky- Tears Dont Fall [One Shot]Dear Zacky, Brian let out a shaky sigh as he began the letter that he knew would break his boyfriend's heart. With a calloused hand, he smoothed out the paper he was about to bare his soul into, ridding it of any creases that had tainted his appearance. Zacky would remember him by this for the rest of his life, he wanted it to be as aesthetically pleasing as something like that could be.Synacky- Tears Dont Fall [One Shot]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you're reading this, then I haven't chickened out. If you're reading this then it means that I'm dead, I finally did it. You'll hate me for this, I know you will. I hate me for this too, but I have no other option. I think deep down you won't even be surprised, you've always known that I'm weak beneath it all. I know I'm betraying you and, god, I know that I promised that I wouldn't but I'm sick of it, Z. I'm sick of pretending that I'm alright, and I'm sick of knowing that you're pretending too. Pretending that I'm not bringing you down. I wish I could be different, I wi