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Last Updated: 8/2/24

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Jealousy - Fic, 1k words

Fics about Garroth and Zane respectively getting jealous over some guy hitting on you. Oblivious! reader. No warnings apply.

Garroth and Zane

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My name is Bonnie, I’m just some guy who is still obsessing over Aphmau’s content in the year 2024. I’ve decided to make this account to post some of my works that I wouldn’t exactly post anywhere else.

Short intro I am an autstic trans author, I am 19 years old and a long term fanfiction writer. I actually had a semi popular wattpad story where I wrote a very lengthy (and poorly written) mystreet characters x reader when I was about like 9. Somethings never change.

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╰┈➤ Jealousy * ˚ ✦

Pairings: Zane x Reader and Garroth x Reader

Summeray: Oblivous reader doesn't notice that they're getting hit on, naturally the boys do! Pre relationship.

Cw: N/A

A/N: not requested. Well technically it was requested by me and my obsession with the Ro'meave brothers, but not like offically requested.

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Zane

Zane watched as this— nobody's — hand slid up the back of your arm.

Zane observed your facial expression. Oblivious. Why was he even surprised? Zane huffed loudly, uncaring of who heard. 

Zane stood from the couch, passively excusing himself from the conversation he was having with Aphmau and others. Right now all he cared about was getting you away from that absolute mouth breather.

The guy in question wasn't someone Zane knew. It was some friend of Aphmau's friend from work he thought. He'd taken a liking to you right away, naturally. Zane wasn't exactly in position to cause a scene right away, despite how much he may have wanted to, the charade had persisted long enough however.

He walked over to you, the other guy smiled almost triumphantly. Zane seethed behind his mask.

"Hey Zane" You greeted casually, waving with your free hand. That harlot had moved even closer to your side, hand coming dangerously close to the small of your back.

Zane's expression hardened at the sight, glaring daggers into the other guy's soul. "What's going on over here?" Zane's voice was strained with rage, even you could pick up on it, and by the looks of things the other guy had as well.

"Oh nothing, Mark here was just showing me some pool moves, he has a pool table," you explain.

Mark, Zane guesses, scoots away ever so slightly. Sensing the rising tension in the situation. "Oh? Is that so?"

You nod "he even said I could come over and play, right Mark?"

Zane looked back over to Mark, fists balling up instinctively "oh. Is that so?" He says through gritted teeth.

Mark backs away at that, arm removed. Zane's muscles relax "well it was just a thought."

"Yes a thought indeed—" Zane says in a low tone, he turns his attention back to you "—want to come to the kitchen? Nana made cupcakes."

You nod excitedly, saying a brief bye to Mark, cut even briefer by Zane taking your arm and gently leading you to the kitchen.

"Irene, you were talking to that creep all night," Zane said, crossing his arms, leaning on the counter. A sigh of relief escapes him now that you were free from that jerk.

You give Zane a disbelieving look, reaching for the cupcakes. The thought hits your head so hard you're almost sent reeling. Gears of misunderstanding cast doubt onto the assumption and yet still you muster up the courage to ask: "...Zane were you jealous...?"

You half expect him to widely accuse you of assuming the worst, some outlandish reaction but none ever come. Instead, Zane simply peeks at you past his thick eyelashes, scoffing as he rolls his eyes "so what if I was?"

You're not really at liberty to debate that kind of logic, so you just go back to the task of picking a cupcake. Unable to hold Zane's icy gaze for more than a few seconds at a time, but you can feel him watching you as you move. So you grab a cupcake and push it forward towards him, if only to get his attention off you for even a moment.

He hums a little, taking the bait as he pulls down his mask and taking a big bite out of the cupcake. Zane is content for now, and you guess it's not exactly the end of the world if someone’s looking out for you, even if it’s him.

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Garroth

You stand in line Garroth at your side, some guy standing in front of the two of you turned around attention all on you.

Garroth huffs at every lame line this guy is pulling on you. Vindicated every time he deflates because you are just that oblivious. He didn't want to watch you get hit on while waiting in line for a falafel, not that in any setting it'd be welcomed but this is a new low.

"Did you come here alone?" You asked, clearly making small talk.

The other guy mistakes this as flirting, perking up slightly "I did. Looking for love and all that, you know how it is I hope," the guy says.

Garroth grumbles under his breath, Irene this guy was desperate. He was almost as bad as Garroth.

"Oh... that's a shame. I'm sure you'll find it," you smile politely.

The guy in front of him finally gets his order, and in an instant, Garroth grabs your arm and looks at the guy "you're up," he says gruffly.

The guy huffs, but turns around to order all the same.

You peek up at him curiously, as if to ask "what the hell was the deal with that." Garroth intentionally doesn't face you, staring forward.

After you both order and are out of earshot from that jabroni. Garroth has since released you, but not really let go of the annoyance over that guy trying so hard to win you over.

"What was that about?"

"The falafel's? They're half priced, what do you mean?" Garroth says stupidly.

"Not that," you roll your eyes, sometimes it's hard if he was being intentionally dense or if he was really just like that "you being nasty to that guy. You're not usually like that."

"Oh come on. He was so hitting on you, he was being relentless."

You stare forward, mulling over the interaction in your head. It seems almost obvious now, and distantly you wonder if Garroth must be thinking the same about you and your denseness. (Truthfully, he isn't). You look back towards him "I'm my own person, Garroth."

Garroth scoffs "fine. Sure. But you're not going out with him."

"Why?" You cross your arms.

"Because! He was a huge weirdo? Like we're in line for falafels! Leave us alone!" Garroth laments, his voice almost always came out as an almost whine, but especially so in this context.

You chuckle a little tension lifting from your shoulder "hm. Okay, I can't really argue with that."

Garroth smiles a little to himself, thankfully it seemed he had a least some horse in this race. Or at least you had half enough mind that in line for falafels was the absolute worst place to meet your true love.