Synacky Oneshot (mpreg)
“What?” Zacky whispered to himself as he stared down at the white piece of plastic in his hand. “No fuckin’ way.” He checked another one. Two blue lines. “Oh no.” He picked up a third and fourth. “No, no, no!” He picked up the final one and held his breath as he looked at it. “No, no, no, no!”
Zacky spent the rest of the day huddled in his bunk, trying not to freak out too much. You stupid fucking idiot. He thinks to himself. He knew this could happen. He’d gotten tested a few years ago when he and Brian first began dating, but it was so rare he didn’t think it’d actually happen.
Zacky rested his hand over his flat stomach. For a second, he wondered if he just ignored it, it would all just go away. But probably not.
Zacky took his shirt off early into that night’s show, just because he still could.
He should tell B
The Pleasure of Dying (2)
Apparently, Syn’s version of “We’ve got shit to do” involved walking down the hall to Room 116 and banging loudly on the door with his whole fist.
“Syn! Dude, come in!” A voice said. Before Syn opened the door, Zacky caught a glimpse of the white board hanging on it. It simply read: Jimmy Sullivan .
“You got any cigarettes?” Brian asked before he was even completely in the room. The boy sitting on the bottom bunk with headphones around his neck that Zacky assumed must be Jimmy raised an eyebrow.
“You haven’t seen me all summer and the first thing you say to me is ‘you got any cigarettes?’” Jimmy said in mock disappointment. “Well, shit, Syn I honestly thought it’d be at least a couple of hours into Moving Day that you’d start robbing me of my shit,” he said despite tossing Syn a pack. Syn took one for himself and handed one to Zacky, who took it even though he’d ne
The Pleasure of Dying
Zacky stared out the window of the backseat of his parent’s car, totally in awe of how large the campus was. Zacky had looked at an online version of the school grounds, but never actually visited it in person. As they drove past one large building after another, Zacky silently cursed himself for not putting more time into getting familiar with the college he was attending.
Zacky pulled his gaze away from the window and focused it down on the folder piece of paper in his hands. It was crumpled and ripped after weeks of opening and closing it and going through the washing machine once or twice. He opened it up once again, though by now he basically had the text memorized.
You have been accepted into University of California, class of 2015. Listed below is necessities for your dorm room as well as the name of your roommate. Visit our website for a complete list of textbook and other academic materials you will need.
We look forward for y