Not Worth Your Love
I feel I'm not enough.
I'm not worth your love.
Filled with sorrow.
Not a chance,
To be with you.
We would be great together.
I know you wont
The way I want you.
But to be friends
with you is enough.
This secret affect,
You have on me,
Sets by heart on fire.
I burn with hope
At very Smile.
But in my Heart
I know I'm,
Not what you want.
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 You2 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
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
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 Scene2 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
3. Move Along~~One week later~~3. Move Along2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"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
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,
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-2 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- When We Were StrangersWhen we were strangers I watched you from afar.Synacky- When We Were Strangers2 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 261 year 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 Memories3 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
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 Swarm2 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
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
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.
Turn Me On"Matt, where do we keep the clean sheets in this fucking apartment?"Turn Me On2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sound of Brian's irritated voice came from above Matt's previously sleeping form, making the younger man groan in annoyance. It seemed like every time Matt got a decent night's sleep with amazing dreams, Brian just had to disturb him with some stupid request about water or Starbucks or now clean sheets. Why the fuck would he need sheets at 1 in the morning, unless-
Realizing things about Brian was never one of Matt's favourite things to do.
"Oh my god, Brian, you can't be fucking serious," Matt groaned, pushing himself up in bed and glaring at his roommate, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the face. "Johnny's only been away for one day and you're already resorting to your hand to-"
"We have sex every day, Matthew! I'm fucking needy right now, the only thing I fucking have is my right hand and... never mind. Just find me the sheets, please," Brian sighed, storming out of Matt and Zacky's room with his dirt
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- 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
PossessionThe moment John and Mary brought home their second son from the hospital they should have known.Possession5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They dismissed Dean's babysitter, but only after she had cooed over Sam a little, then went to put the new baby in his crib. However, the babysitter had failed to mention that Dean had been stubborn enough not to go to sleep in his own room. In fact, he hadn't even gone to sleep in a real bed.
Dean had fallen asleep next to the crib in a bed of comforters and sheets that his babysitter had obviously made him. He was curled up in a ball, one hand tucked under his chin, one in front of his nose and mouth.
The two adults had had to pause for a second, just to blink and stare at their now eldest son, surprised. The thought that came after the "What ?" was something along the lines of "Aw how cute." But that's to be expected because this is a sleeping baby Dean we're talking about here. The only thing cuter is a sleeping baby Sam.
Mary was the first to smile, handing John Sam and walking ov
Brashley - Drive Me Crazy, BabySweat kissed his skin like a million flawless diamonds as he pumped his fist high into the air, the sleek neck of a bass guitar clenched in strong fingers. He was shirtless - panting and pumped with adrenaline, he stood like a god before thousands of screaming teenagers.Brashley - Drive Me Crazy, Baby2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Thanks for the fantastic show," Ashley Purdy howled. "You're all beautiful - see you soon, LA, you sexy motherfuckers!"
Andy caught the waist of his jeans and tugged him backstage before the bassist could be too swept up in performing for his fans. There was a smile on his lips, voice ragged but pleased; "You did awesome out there, dude."
Ashley pulled his bass over his head, tugging his hair back.
"Thanks," he said with a smile. "They were rowdy today."
"They couldn't get enough!" Andy laughed.
He tossed his microphone to a technician and was reaching for a towel when slender arms curled around his waist and lips kissed his sweaty shoulder blade. The familiar smell of pomegranates filled his senses, and he turned wit
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
Little Boxes :synacky:Little Boxes :synacky:2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Three," a softly spoken lisp starts to countdown through the humid Californian air.
"Two," he continues his countdown, green eyes fixed to his watch, which adorns his pale right wrist.
"One." He whispers, looking up from his watch to the hill opposite his back garden, watching it light up.
Tanned arms wrap around his waist, making him jump slightly, before he realises who it is and settles into the embrace.
"What's this countdown for?" The warm voice of the older, tanned male floats through his eardrums.
"Brian," the paler skinned boy whispers.
"Zacky," he whispers back.
Zacky smiles, gaze never leaving the hill as the soft glow gets brighter.
Brian follows Zacky's never wavering gaze to the thousands of lit up, shabby boxes on the hillside about a mile away. Brian gasps.
"Newest project, hm?" He asks, nothing above a whisper into the ears, lips lightly grazing the conch.
"Thinking inside the box," Zacky replies, watching as the hill continues to light up
Something Beautiful .:End:.Zacky felt his eyes droop slightly as a boring talk show host attempted to crack a joke.Something Beautiful .:End:.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Huh huh." Zacky said in an unenthusiastic laugh.
Brian turned the TV off, sending them in darkness.
Warm, gentle hands slid over Zacky's sides as a warm body shifted so that he was being straddled.
"I'll keep you safe from the scary monsters..." Brian's warm breath hit Zacky's ear, his hair tickling Zacky' nose at it fell like a curtain around their faces.
Zacky whined softly. "Brian this isn't funny..." he said, breathing a little heavier. He was used to Brian being an asshole.
Grinning, Brian kissed the 'A' tattoo behind Zacky's ear. "Hush, little Zacky, don't say a word..."
Zacky gasped, holding onto Brian. "Stop, Brian. You're creeping me out!" He hid his face, trying to get away from Brian, yet he still loved the feeling of Brian's warmth.
Brian laughed quietly, pinning Zacky to the bed. He gave light butterfly kisses up Zacky's stomach and chest, keeping a firm grip on his wrists. "The itsy
Synacky- I Wish You'd StayI see the sun go down on the riverSynacky- I Wish You'd Stay3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I feel the wind blow out, would've stayed to grey
I feel the air around you, it's kinda closing in
Do you feel it fall, or do you feel at all, I can.
It's been ten months, three weeks and six days since Brian left, if you asked him Zack could probably even tell you the exact amount of hours but his brain is too tired to include the information willingly. Zacky tells himself that Brian will be back soon, he won't stay angry forever and then he'll come home. Zack hasn't left the house in ten months, two weeks and four days, because he fears he might miss Brian's return. Instead, he sits in the lounge in silence, or on the bottom step of the stairway. But it's always in silence. There's little noise that can reassure Zacky anymore now that Brian is gone.
He misses the way Brian used to fill their home with his beautiful guitar riffs, and he misses his laugh. Most of all his laugh.
I see the world keep moving as I stumble
They seem to move much