Car's Good Ol' One Shots~

Zanvis (YUS IM MAKING IT AGAIN :3)

This oneshot is named - Storms and Sweater Kisses
*tears fall from eyes* THE FANARTS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!❤️❤️😫😭😭
Jared..... #uptightgarroth #overprotectivegarroth 🙃😉

Zane's POV

The pitter-patter of rain fills my ears as I stare at the window that's getting painted with tiny drops of water. I sigh, "My electricity went out and now I can't watch pinkie cake." I flop over my couch and begin starring at the ceiling. Since my phone was plugged in when the power went out, it is now out of power until the rain stops (same thing with my computer). Oh, goodie me. "Oh! I didn't know you were starring at me!" Someone else exclaims. I prop myself up quickly and glance at the ceiling, seeing that that's where the voice came from. I scowl, knowing who it is. "Travis, come out!" I growl. I hear the sound of scales rubbing against each other, then slowly start to see Travis' shape on the ceiling. He hops down, "Just because you're a warlock doesn't mean you can just camouflage into the wall and stay there." I chide. Travis pouts, "But, Zaney! It's the best view in the house!" Travis whines. I'm now off the couch and standing only a couple inches away from my annoying.. (Let me gag for a second, guys) boy-- (gag) boyfriend. Travis gets closer, to where our noses are almost touching, "Don't be afraid to call me 'The hottest boyfriend in the world'. Because I'd be fine with that." Travis makes it so our noses touch. He wraps his arms around my waist (but we all know the waist won't last long). Travis slowly starts to move his hands from my waist to my butt (called it). He gives it a little squeeze. I jump back immediately, "Grab my butt again and you won't have hands to grab it with!" I threaten. Travis doesn't take any thought about my threat before coming closer. He grazes my lips with his, but doesn't make it a full kiss. "I know you hunger me." Travis says in a lowered voice. I scoff, "In a different world." I growl, looking back at him. "Then why did you say that without making eye contact?" He asks. I growl under my breath. This boy knows how to 1. Get under my skin. And 2. How to tell I'm lying. BUT IM TOTALLY NOT LYING! "Be-Because I don't have to make eye contact to talk to you." I reply with a slight stutter. Travis chuckles and makes it to the point where our noses are touching once again, "You're so cute when you stutter." He compliments in a flirty tone. A blush forms under my mask, so I pull it up to make sure he won't see it. Travis starts to lift up my shirt, but I stop him. "WHAT'RE YOU DOING?" I shout out a question. "Giving you a sweater kiss." Travis continues. I give up on trying to stop him. He pulls my shirt over both of our heads. A tuff of my hair is sticking out of the top. Travis wraps his arms around my waist (his hands are slowly making their way to my butt... Again) as I wrap my arms around his neck. Travis gives me an innocent smile. "I love you." He confesses. Since my mask's gone, there's no hiding my blush and small smile, "I love you too.." I reply. Travis starts to get close to me, him tilting his head in the process. "Then why do you deny it?" He asks. There's a strike if lightning that makes me jump slightly. He pulls me close to him, "Don't be scared..." He whispers. "I deny it becaus--" I start. "Just shut up and kiss me already." Travis cuts me off. He tilts his head enough that he can kiss me.

(A/N: Credit to original artist)

He deepens the kiss by pulling me closer, causing our stomachs to touch. He squeezes my butt (typical). Travis pulls back, a childish smile plastered on his face, "I love you so--" He starts. We hear the door break down (A/N: ITS GARROTH CENA. DUHDUDHDUDHHDUHDUHHH!!!!). The person who broke the door down gets closer to us. Travis removes his hands from my butt and wraps then around my back to pull me as close as possible to him. I place my head in his shoulder. "Be prepared." He whispers. Before I can react, I feel myself falling to the ground. I pull my sweater down my stomach and see Travis standing there with messed up hair (static electricity for ya). He looks down at me, winks, then looks back up. Travis hops over the couch, "Who's there?" His voice in demonic. "Hey Za-- TRAVIS?" Garroth's voice makes it into my ears. My eyes widen. My heart skips a beat. My face goes pale. OVERPROTECTIVE BROTHER ALERT. I look over the couch, "Garroth?" Travis and I question in sync. "Yea... I came over to drop off some groceries and neither of you answered the door, so I broke it down." Garroth explains simply, taking it as an everyday thing. He slowly sets the plastic bags on the table. I hop over the couch and make my way over to the bags. Something seems to hit Garroth. He looks down at my wrinkled shirt and Travis' messy hair. "WERE YOU GUYS--" He cuts himself off. "TRAVIS! YOU ARE SO DEAD TO ME!" Garroth yells. Travis glances at me, "Run." I mutter. Travis bolts out the door with Garroth following behind. "GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Garroth shouts. I roll my eyes.

An overprotective brother and a Casanova boyfriend.
Lucky me!
(Maybe)