Travis and Zane were best friends in high school until Junior year when Travis abandoned him for Dante, years later they reconnect with each other and start hanging out just like old times... of course it doesn't go well at first... they bond over o...
A/N- Serious question, if I make a new Zanvis fan fiction do I make it depressing? Or humerous? Or both?
Zane's POV
Should've married someone who has a brain, maybe Brendon Urie will sweep me off my feet some day, that would be nice. I hear a huge thud and already know that he hurt himself, I go out of our room to look at him and nod my head in disappointment in the living room.
"I think I just broke my butt..." he says as he lays on the ground, he tried parkouring (it's not a word but I'm using it anyways) on all the furniture but failed.
"Are you going to stay still now?"
"Oui"
"Are you going to keep on trying to speak in French?"
"Oui"
"Do you even know anymore words?"
"Baguette"
"What?"
"Wine"
"Your just saying words that people associate with France"
"French toast"
"Please stop"
"France"
"Your offending me and I'm not even French"
He stands up and kisses my cheek as he goes into our room, hopefully to change, we were supposed to leave an hour ago. I sigh and wait for him at the door, he comes out wearing MY sweater.
"Why are you wearing my sweater?!"
"Cause your wearing mine"
"Good point" we head out and explore our surroundings. It was pretty cold so it consisted of me refusing to leave his side since he was so warm.
"I told you to not wear ripped jeans-"
"Shut up..."
He laughs as we enter a restaurant to heat up and just eat a load of shit. The waitress comes over to our table and starts flirting with Travis which is no surprise, can she not see that gold ring on his fucking finger? I want to staple her fingers to her ugly face. She leaves and I sat there a bit pissed, as soon as she comes out of the back I give her a dirty look.
"Zane you okay?" Travis asks tilting his head.
"Just great" I respond gritting my teeth. Is he completely oblivious to the situation? Is there anyway I can request a new waitress? I grunt as I keep quiet, I don't want to make a scene... we leave and start walking back to our hotel room since I was complaining about the cold, I just want to snuggle up in our bed and never get up. Travis goes to take a shower while I browse through the internet hoping to find... something, I can hear him loudly singing in the shower to Sweatshirt.
"TRAVIS IF YOU DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP IM GOING TO JUMP OFF THE BALCONY"
"AND YOU CAN WEAR MY SWEATSHIRT!"
Irene please send me down your nicest man to come and take my black and cold heart. Take this idiot back, I would appreciate the exchange, no ones going to miss him anyways.
I close my eyes for a while but soon wake up to hear someone coming out of the bathroom.
"Hey Zane~" okay what the fuck is Brendon doing in my hotel room shirtless and in his 'are you nasty' shorts?!
"W-what the fuck is g-going on?" I ask as he comes closer... have I been drugged? Brendon gets on top of me straddling my hips as he grinned. Is this a dream? If it is I don't want to end! He comes closer to my face and before I knew it we're making out. Thank you Irene for blessing me with this. We pull away and instead of Brendon I see the rat himself, Travis.
"Never knew you'd still be able to kiss while your asleep" I want out of the real world and back in that dream.
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Ugh, get off of me" I push him away.
"Who were you kissing in your dream anyways? I'm curious" he mumbles something else under his breath but I couldn't make it out.
"My REAL husband, Brendon Urie"
"Wow thanks"
"You'll never be as good as him" wait... was that to mean? I see his smile turn upside down and he curls up into a ball. I guess it was a bit to mean.
"Travis I didn't-"
"I don't care, you can go off with your Prince Charming or whatever! All I need is me, myself, and my anime husband body pillow that I bought with your consent" he faces away from me, he's overreacting... I lay next to him, grabbing his thigh and moving close to his neck.
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I feel like Travis would have Daddy Victor as his body pillow. I was also going to go with a girl and not a guy but when I searched it up a bunch of hot and naked anime girls showed up that I can't used cause there fucking naked... DON'T SEARCH IT UP
"Your overreacting honey, it was a joke" I say I'm a low and calm voice.
"You know I love you" I the back of his neck and trail my hand from his thighs up to his nipple, bitch we getting it on tonight!
