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
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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
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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
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,
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 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
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
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
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.
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
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
New year's eve - SynackyNew year's eve - Synacky2 years ago in Romance More Like This
NEW YEAR’S EVE – SYNACKY
“Johnny?” I asked to the small bassist on the phone. “Where the fuck are you?”
“We’re coming Zack. We got stuck in the traffic but we’re almost there. Give us 5 minutes okay?” Johnny told me.
“Traffic?” I asked. “Are you fucking kidding me? You live like three streets away and I didn’t saw any traffic while coming here.”
Silence fell on the other end and I just waited for Johnny to say something but when I heard Lacey’s voice, everything took its place in my head.
“Oh my God!” I said. I couldn’t believe it. “You two are late ‘cause you were having sex again!”
Johnny only sighed and I started laughing hysterically.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Really?” I said still laughing.
“You’ll understand when we come here.” He said sighing. “We just turned in Matt’s street so we’re almo
Lipgloss -brohnny-"Matt? Matt, do you have any lipstick?"Lipgloss -brohnny-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Matt grunted, once again being woken by Brian above him, asking another stupid question. He sat up in bed, sighing as Zacky rubbed his eyes open and grabbed the duvet, wrapping it around himself and groaning into the pillow.
"Brian, why the fuck would I have lipstick?" Matt grunted, glaring at Brian as best as he could at 3 am. Brian gave Matt a ridiculously innocent look, jutting his bottom lip out in an attempt to get sympathy from the younger man.
"Does Zacky have any? Or at least some lipgloss?"
"What the fuck do you need lipgloss for at this time in the fucking morning?" Matt snapped, frowning at the tanned man above him. Brian let out a hurt whimper, keeping his stupid pout on his face.
"Zacky, do you have any-"
"I have some fucking lipgloss in our bathroom, just take it and leave, please," Zacky grunted, his voice muffled by the pillow. Brian chirped a thanks to Zacky before running in the bathroom and rummaging through the cabinets
Dinner Date - SynackyI sat at the elegantly decorated table, drumming my fingers against the tablecloth. It was a luxury for me to be in a restaurant -- I wasn't exactly rich. I yawned a bit. It was a Saturday, so I didn't have to work that day, but I was still tired from working the midnight shift at Taco Bell. Open 'til 2 AM who the fuck came up with that idea, anyways?Dinner Date - Synacky3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I put my head on the table and I was almost about to fall asleep, but then I noticed a waiter approaching me. A pretty good-looking waiter, at that. I sat up quickly.
"Hello," the waiter greeted me in a monotone voice. He sounded bored, like he hated his job. "My name's Brian, and I'll be serving you this evening."
Oh yes, a boring waiter. Might as well mess around with him, have a little fun. "Hi Brian, I'm Zacky. It's a pleasure meeting you, and I do hope that we can continue to talk even after this dinner." I stuck out my hand, offering for him to shake it. Brian looked at me like I was growing extra fingers, and I turned my hand
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"Again?" Brian asks quietly, standing over the younger boy.
Zacky sniffs and doesn't remove his gaze from the river. He repositions himself on the boulder and hugs his knees to his chest.
Brian sits down next to him, crossing his legs and playing with the hem of his jeans.
"How did you know?" Zacky asks softly, his voice shaking slightly.
Brian looks up at him, taking in his slightly chubby, pale face and never wandering emerald eyes.
"You always come here when you're upset. And your Mom rang me to say you didn't come home."
Zacky smiles slightly, "She worries too much."
"Zack, it's like, half past nine, you didn't call her or anything, are you surprised?"
"It's only half past nine, though."
"Shut up, you can see the reason she's worried."
Zacky doesn't say anything, he knows Brian's right. He's the family outcast, the rebellious teenager, the one who listens to heavy music, wears black, has piercings, wants to litter his body in colourful tattoos, the one who gets picked on for no rea
Synacky- Terrible Things [One Shot]"Mr Baker?" Zacky looked up into the wide, bright blue expectant eyes of his sixteen year old neighbour as he sat on the chair on his porch, as he did every day. He smiled at her sadly and raised an eyebrow, letting her know that he was listening to whatever she had to say. She bit her lip and frowned before nervously running a hang through her shimmering blonde ringlets, "How comes you're always sat here looking so sad?"Synacky- Terrible Things [One Shot]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zacky looked at her for a moment; he didn't really know why he was sat there, or why he sat there every day instead of getting on with his life. He supposed he couldn't find the inner strength to go about things as if his life were still normal, when in fact it was in tattered remains. He sat on the porch because it was routine; it was the place he came to forget, yet reminisce at the same time. Each morning he walked through the front door with the intention of spending a day without thinking of Brian, because his heart hurt so much when he thought of his mahogany ha
100 Years - Synacky15 years old100 Years - Synacky4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A cool day in the middle of April, 15 year old Zack Baker was nervously pacing back and forth in the middle of the court yard of Huntington Beach High School. A few feet away, two of his friends named Jimmy and Johnny were huddled up under the tree. He watched the two day in and day out, dying on the inside out of want for a fraction of the relationship they shared. Sadly, Zack had no one, but he was hoping to change that today.
Moments later his Green eyes snapped from the couple to another boy yelling across the court yard. His messy, almost gravity defying hair bounced around as he jogged over to them from the main building.
Zack's heart began to race as he walked closer to this boy, Brian, "Hey man, what's up?"
"Miss K.'s being a bitch today."
"Yeah, but what's new about that?" Zack joked as he walked over to a tree a few feed away from Johnny and Jimmy, and sat down by his backpack, "Sit Bri," He urged on.
Brian gladly walked over and sat down, nearly touching
Valentine's Day - Synacky.A Taxi, a Lover and Valentine's day.Valentine's Day - Synacky.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
New York City February 14th 2012.
The brunette man sighed as walked through the streets of NYC. He pulled his scarf up to his nose and rubbed his hands together. Today was Valentine's day -Brian's least favourite holiday-, it was snowing heavily and to top it all off his girlfriend had thrown him out on the street. He had caught her cheating on him and when he brought it up she flipped out on him. Brian was a gentleman, he left without an argument even thought it was HIS house. He didn't even love his girlfriend, sure he liked her but he could never love her. For one he was gay and was in love with a man, his ex-boyfriend to be precise. He was the reason that Brian hated Valentine's Day so much. The pair were perfect together, they never fought, they cuddled together and they both said 'I love you' to their partner at least once a day. But one day the pair got into a fight, it was a stupid drunken row that ended with Brian