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₊°｡❆ hi, i'm kai! (she/her), 24.
₊°｡ my ao3
₊°｡ i do not authorize any translations, reposts, copying, or any other forms of plagiarism of my works.
₊°｡i mainly write for zayne but i do occasional works of other lis :)
₊°｡requests are welcome, but may take time to respond!
₊°｡ read: prince!zayne, academic rivals to lovers, soulmates au, one bed trope
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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
i forgor to pull at zayne’s rerun banner ….
shhh . . . they are holding hands 🤭
look who came home today !! 😁💗💗💗
14k dias down to 900+ because SOMEONE decided to come home YET AGAIN………
HOOOOLYYY COW I JUST WATCHED ZAYNE’S KINDLED ?!!! needless to say i watched that with one hand down my pants
LIKE HE LIFTED HIS FINGERS UP RIGHT AFTER THE SPLASHING OF WATER AND LOOK?!!!!!! TELL ME THAT ISNT WHAT I THINK IT IS
14k dias down to 900+ because SOMEONE decided to come home YET AGAIN………
HOOOOLYYY COW I JUST WATCHED ZAYNE’S KINDLED ?!!! needless to say i watched that with one hand down my pants
14k dias down to 900+ because SOMEONE decided to come home YET AGAIN………
NEW ZAYNE 5 STAR????!!!!!!
i just have the most amazing view while i’m gardening . . .
i miss you dearly / sylus x reader
word count: 2k
content: ex!sylus, minor angst, yearning, yummy breakfast with sylus
summary: you wake up one morning to find sylus cooking breakfast for you.
stirring awake, you realize you had accidentally left the blinds to your window open. you can feel the morning's sun bathing you in its glow. you lie in it for a few minutes, just until you hear something odd.
sitting up in somewhat of a daze, you take a second to make out what files into and out of your ears. it takes you a moment before it clicks.
faint soft drums, a leading saxophone, and an accompanying piano. music? you don't remember leaving any music on before you went to sleep last night.
you're fully awake at this point. a little alarmed, too.
you jump out of bed and hurriedly make your way to the living room. you're greeted by a slow but lively song. walking through the music, you peek into the kitchen and find yourself staring at the back of a very familiar figure.
"sylus?" you call out to him, your voice warped from a blend of surprise and confusion.
it’s a lovely sunday noon to read yummy yummy yearning fics 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
I ACCIDENTALLY PULLED ON LOVE AND DEEPSPACE (I WAS SHUFFLING AROUND MY BED AND MY THUMB TAPPED ON THE WISH x10) AND I GOT A 5 STAR EARLY ON WISIAJMDMFKSKXK
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ synopsis: prince zayne has a choice—whether to succumb to his desires or to his title.
prince zayne never believed in soulmates. from the day he was born to his upbringing, the royal family drilled one thing into the crevices of his brain: marry another royalty and expand the power his family already grasps.
he spent more time burying his nose in books, sweating at the castle grounds with a sword in hand, and memorizing social graces and etiquette with prince caleb growing up. and through it all, he received more red marks and scrutiny from the governess of the household rather than any idea of what a soulmate actually was.
prince zayne never believed in soulmates, more so because he didn't have the liberty to think about the concept in the first place.
so when he found himself falling into an old, dried-up well in their garden during the full moon when he was eight years old, with the gardener and apothecary's daughter, the same age as him, following him suit in an attempt to rescue him, he couldn't quite understand the feeling broiling in his stomach.
the memory has been hazy for him, all static and fuzzy as he tried to recall the distant past. he only remembers crying silently and examining the scrape on his knee helplessly, then the girl tumbling down next to him with a chipped tooth and a grin plastered on her face.
the next thing, he was no longer crying and was instead sitting closely with the girl, reading the encyclopedia that had engrossed him before he had tripped down the well.
he could faintly remember the smell of the girl, recalling it was a mix of jasmine and mint, mostly because of the number of jasmines blooming beside them.
he remembers the sparse clouds that littered the sky, the moon giving them a little light for their reading.
zayne ignores the clumsy fluttering of his stomach as he gently protests with the girl's knowledge. the girl would prove to be as unyielding, frowning when he would argue, and she would talk back like he wasn't royalty.
which was a first for him.
adults feared questioning him even about the most mundane and silly things. he could say that the sky is gray during a sunny day, and the grown-ups would just nod gently and agree.
so meeting someone as similar to him, whose interest was in understanding the complexities of the world, he was baffled.
soon, that silly fluttering in his stomach would soon rise to his chest, and he just couldn't seem to understand where the feeling was coming from.
much more when he suddenly heard a voice in his head that he was certain wasn't his.
the prince might be blindingly stubborn but i suppose he wouldn't be awfully lonely anymore if i joined him in his leisure...
the two of them whip their heads quickly towards each other that they ended up bumping their foreheads against one another, eliciting loud whines from both children. but before they can even argue and demand the other to apologize, he remembers the swarm of servants surrounding the opening of the well, frantic and panic-stricken.
since then, the memory has sat at the back of his mind whenever he was demanded to sit at important (his father's words, not his) meetings with various royalty about marriage. he would mindlessly trace the intricate patterns of the goblet at hand, not bothering to listen to whatever the older men had to say, his imagination floating him back to the old, dried-up well in their garden.
sure, prince zayne didn't mind playing the role of the linkon kingdom's prince and providing his presence to whatever the royal counselor told him to. but he draws the line at putting up a nauseating facade in the name of his father's overwhelming greed for power.
prince zayne and prince caleb didn't inherit the king's insatiable lust for the throne, oftentimes seeking each other for refuge whenever their father became unreasonable.
and yet right now, he couldn't find caleb anywhere.
as a matter of fact, zayne couldn't see anything past two meters within his radius, without his stupid eyeglasses. the family's modiste just had to strictly recommend that he take off his glasses for the night, lest he ruin his saintly outfit during his engagement gala.
it was no secret that his eyesight is the worst. you could wave out to him on a busy street, and he would, unintentionally, zoom past you until he would catch a whiff of your perfume.
but for some strange reason, when he catches an unbelievably clear sight of your glassy eyes underneath the pale moonlight, and your fists balled to the sides of your gown, zayne finds his heart shattering into a million pieces.
"i wish to know why i was invited since i am only a commoner. was i invited because of your grace and recognition that i am up to par with your prowess? or was i merely invited so you can rub salt to my wound that in this universe i could never be with my soulmate?" you demand.
with the thousand ways that zayne abided by the royal standards, it was safe to say that he was used to the vexations and pleasantries (or the lack thereof) of the royal family.
and as a royalty, he has learned that the world has always been cruel to those who yearn and with undying devotion in their hearts.
he barely picked up the rustling of the wisterias or the cicadas singing in the background. zayne could only listen to the wild thumping of his heart against his chest as he watched you compose yourself.
zayne thinks of multiple routes across the scenario unfolding in front of him. he could take your hand and apologize. he could tell the truth and ask you to elope. he could ask to remain a platonic relationship just to keep you at arm's length.
alas, he was still a prince.
"my apologies, my lady," zayne begins. "you must have mistaken my intentions."
and as the prince of the linkon kingdom, he must always put the royalty's interests first before his.
he watches you swallow thickly, nodding, "indeed," you croak, "i must have."
you stiffly curtsy to zayne one last time and with a shaky breath, you say, "i shall not take much of your time any further. thank you for the dance."
then, with restrained movements, he watches you turn your heel slowly.
the clouds disperse from the sky, revealing the full moon glistening in all its glory.
i will never have zayne, this i already know. i shall not wallow in my sadness around with something already delusional.
please, i ask you to stay. do not take any further steps. allow me to fiight for us.
you feel the airway in your throat constricting as you take a quarter step away from the prince with the full moon orbiting mockingly in the sky. hiding the sniffles from your repressed tears through the click-clack! of your heels against the polished marbled floors, echoing against the space. but before you can take another step further from your supposed soulmate, you feel a tight clasp around your wrist and the warmth of a body on your back.
you freeze.
"my dearest miss," zayne speaks so softly.
you dare not turn around.
"before we bid farewell, i am compelled to show you something," he continues.
you almost scoff at his words, realizing that he couldn't even apologize for his cold display of demeanor towards his soulmate earlier. but before you could even make a disgruntled sound, prince zayne was already tugging at your wrist and essentially dragging you through the hedge maze-esque of the castle's garden.
you know you have a choice.
to pull your hand away.
or to stop dead in your tracks.
or to demand answers from him.
instead, you let him.
you let him pull you away from the twisted reality of his noble life and your humble dreams. you decide that if this would be the last night of having your soulmate to yourself, you would at least let yourself indulge while he is still yours—bound by fate but severed by reality.
then, zayne stops.
you follow suit.
feigning irritation, you huff, "shall this be the time to dilly-dally when the king and his wife must be looking for you?"
he ignores your words, which only makes your annoyance come to life. with a scowl on your face, you take a step forward, ready to give him an earful, "hey—"
the moon is mocking you.
you were certain.
you catch a glimpse of its glimmering light, turning your head in that direction, you see it.
oh.
oh.
being the daughter of a humble gardener and apothecary, you were used to visiting houses of the townsfolk while one of your parents would do the task they were assigned to do.
but there were instances where your parents would visit the nobility together, bringing you along to their work.
and there was this faint instance that you recall being stuck in a well with a snobbish brat of your age, with the intent of rescuing him.
the memory never consumed your waking days, you couldn't even make out the events that transpired during that fateful evening.
until the sight of the well seemed to unlock a plethora of pictures in your head.
you stand there, frozen, with zayne's rugged palms still encircling your wrist.
your lips part but you could barely make a sound.
"i frequent this part of the castle when i feel rather lonesome. it was sort of a safe haven for me," he continues. "not even the king himself dare step into this space. you could say it's the only piece of land in this kingdom that has my name written on it," he dryly jokes.
you remain silent, watching the fireflies flickering beneath the tall grass and the various insects crawling on top of the growing vines covering the well.
zayne clears his throat awkwardly, "i only jest, of course. however, it is the truth when i said that this has become a space for prince zayne himself only."
you blink, forcibly pulling yourself out of the trance, "why?" you murmur.
"hm?"
you turn to him, "why?"
zayne cocks his head to the side in a pensive act, "why, you ask..."
it takes zayne exactly eight seconds to respond, "perhaps it's because when i am within this vicinity, i long for the moment when i tumbled down this well to be repeated again."
usually, you would shriek with laughter at him, pointing at him in an attempt to embarrass him further. you would try to voice out in between laughter how "the prince fell down the well foolishly," and how "the star pupil of The Academy ended up actually hitting himself in the head as a child."
but this time, you could only stay silent.
"i suppose you remember, then?" he mutters.
you swallow thickly, unsure how to answer him.
before your mind could even register a single word in your head, he gently pulls you to face him, and underneath the glow of the moonlight, you witness your supposed rival and undeniably your soulmate speaking to you through the mere glint in his eyes.
zayne looks at you with utter devotion and longing, with his lips wobbling in anticipation and his breath shaky, brows knitted together helplessly.
he traces his thumb against your skin, sacred and revered.
"i despise that i ended up this way," he whispers, pulling you closer until you are inches apart. "a royalty with no autonomy. an absolute fool of a status. even a nobleman would have more agency in his life than i do."
you press your palms against his chest flatly, "prince zayne, we cannot—"
"how dare this cruel universe subject me to profound sorrow by making me experience you?" he cuts you off shakily, "the heavens sing and the moon itself shines when i am with you. so tell me, is it such great sin for me to want to be with you?"
"the odds are against our favor—"
"it is blasphemous that i cannot love you!"
the axis of your world tilts.
"for me to say that you do not occupy my thoughts would be absurd..." zayne exhales shakily, "and i have spent all of my waking days trying to escape this madness."
he shakes his head, his touch delicate as if you could step away and he would let you.
"so please... i beg of you," zayne murmurs, gazing into you as if reading your entire soul, "what does it take for a lowly prince like me to sit beside your throne?"
the utter wreckage of his voice and his holy touch earns a tight clench of your chest, tears silently slipping out from the corners of your eyes. you no longer what day it is, or how long have passed since you two tiptoed away from the spotlight of the gala. you no longer remember the scrutinizing glares of the aristocrats, neither the dreams of becoming renowned in the medical field of linkon kingdom.
all your mind could scream at this exact moment was prince zayne in the palm of your hands.
and maybe, you could let yourself indulge just for once.
you beg the universe, just this once.
please.
give this to me.
"your majesty, i must—"
"zayne!"
the both of you whip your heads so hard to the direction of the voice bellowing that you almost bump each other clumsily again. you see at the other side of the garden the younger prince, caleb, sweaty and hair tousled as if he ran his fingers a million times through it in frustration.
"what are you doing, running off here at this ungodly hour?! the family is looking for you!" caleb yells, prompting zayne to pull away from you.
"looking for me?" zayne scoffs. "the world must be in flames for father to look for me for once."
caleb stomps over to him, "unfortunately, this is your engagement gala."
you were sure the moon was mocking you.
with the way the clouds begin to hover the satellite, casting shadows over the entire expanse of the garden, you were certain it was laughing at your expense.
and you certainly could laugh at yourself right now too.
there may be a string tied between you and zayne, but the universe feeds off of your agony.
and you remember, zayne is still a prince—one who abides more with societal norms and expectations rather than someone who is your soulmate.
a/n: ... first time posting in a while. kinda nervous . . . im so sorry it took this long to be released >< another part will be up before the entire fic release :) comments are very much appreciated !!
prince!zayne series
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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ synopsis: prince zayne has a choice—whether to succumb to his desires or to his title.
prince zayne never believed in soulmates. from the day he was born to his upbringing, the royal family drilled one thing into the crevices of his brain: marry another royalty and expand the power his family already grasps.
he spent more time burying his nose in books, sweating at the castle grounds with a sword in hand, and memorizing social graces and etiquette with prince caleb growing up. and through it all, he received more red marks and scrutiny from the governess of the household rather than any idea of what a soulmate actually was.
prince zayne never believed in soulmates, more so because he didn't have the liberty to think about the concept in the first place.
so when he found himself falling into an old, dried-up well in their garden during the full moon when he was eight years old, with the gardener and apothecary's daughter, the same age as him, following him suit in an attempt to rescue him, he couldn't quite understand the feeling broiling in his stomach.
the memory has been hazy for him, all static and fuzzy as he tried to recall the distant past. he only remembers crying silently and examining the scrape on his knee helplessly, then the girl tumbling down next to him with a chipped tooth and a grin plastered on her face.
the next thing, he was no longer crying and was instead sitting closely with the girl, reading the encyclopedia that had engrossed him before he had tripped down the well.
he could faintly remember the smell of the girl, recalling it was a mix of jasmine and mint, mostly because of the number of jasmines blooming beside them.
he remembers the sparse clouds that littered the sky, the moon giving them a little light for their reading.
zayne ignores the clumsy fluttering of his stomach as he gently protests with the girl's knowledge. the girl would prove to be as unyielding, frowning when he would argue, and she would talk back like he wasn't royalty.
which was a first for him.
adults feared questioning him even about the most mundane and silly things. he could say that the sky is gray during a sunny day, and the grown-ups would just nod gently and agree.
so meeting someone as similar to him, whose interest was in understanding the complexities of the world, he was baffled.
soon, that silly fluttering in his stomach would soon rise to his chest, and he just couldn't seem to understand where the feeling was coming from.
much more when he suddenly heard a voice in his head that he was certain wasn't his.
the prince might be blindingly stubborn but i suppose he wouldn't be awfully lonely anymore if i joined him in his leisure...
the two of them whip their heads quickly towards each other that they ended up bumping their foreheads against one another, eliciting loud whines from both children. but before they can even argue and demand the other to apologize, he remembers the swarm of servants surrounding the opening of the well, frantic and panic-stricken.
since then, the memory has sat at the back of his mind whenever he was demanded to sit at important (his father's words, not his) meetings with various royalty about marriage. he would mindlessly trace the intricate patterns of the goblet at hand, not bothering to listen to whatever the older men had to say, his imagination floating him back to the old, dried-up well in their garden.
sure, prince zayne didn't mind playing the role of the linkon kingdom's prince and providing his presence to whatever the royal counselor told him to. but he draws the line at putting up a nauseating facade in the name of his father's overwhelming greed for power.
prince zayne and prince caleb didn't inherit the king's insatiable lust for the throne, oftentimes seeking each other for refuge whenever their father became unreasonable.
and yet right now, he couldn't find caleb anywhere.
as a matter of fact, zayne couldn't see anything past two meters within his radius, without his stupid eyeglasses. the family's modiste just had to strictly recommend that he take off his glasses for the night, lest he ruin his saintly outfit during his engagement gala.
it was no secret that his eyesight is the worst. you could wave out to him on a busy street, and he would, unintentionally, zoom past you until he would catch a whiff of your perfume.
but for some strange reason, when he catches an unbelievably clear sight of your glassy eyes underneath the pale moonlight, and your fists balled to the sides of your gown, zayne finds his heart shattering into a million pieces.
"i wish to know why i was invited since i am only a commoner. was i invited because of your grace and recognition that i am up to par with your prowess? or was i merely invited so you can rub salt to my wound that in this universe i could never be with my soulmate?" you demand.
with the thousand ways that zayne abided by the royal standards, it was safe to say that he was used to the vexations and pleasantries (or the lack thereof) of the royal family.
and as a royalty, he has learned that the world has always been cruel to those who yearn and with undying devotion in their hearts.
he barely picked up the rustling of the wisterias or the cicadas singing in the background. zayne could only listen to the wild thumping of his heart against his chest as he watched you compose yourself.
zayne thinks of multiple routes across the scenario unfolding in front of him. he could take your hand and apologize. he could tell the truth and ask you to elope. he could ask to remain a platonic relationship just to keep you at arm's length.
alas, he was still a prince.
"my apologies, my lady," zayne begins. "you must have mistaken my intentions."
and as the prince of the linkon kingdom, he must always put the royalty's interests first before his.
he watches you swallow thickly, nodding, "indeed," you croak, "i must have."
you stiffly curtsy to zayne one last time and with a shaky breath, you say, "i shall not take much of your time any further. thank you for the dance."
then, with restrained movements, he watches you turn your heel slowly.
the clouds disperse from the sky, revealing the full moon glistening in all its glory.
i will never have zayne, this i already know. i shall not wallow in my sadness around with something already delusional.
please, i ask you to stay. do not take any further steps. allow me to fiight for us.
you feel the airway in your throat constricting as you take a quarter step away from the prince with the full moon orbiting mockingly in the sky. hiding the sniffles from your repressed tears through the click-clack! of your heels against the polished marbled floors, echoing against the space. but before you can take another step further from your supposed soulmate, you feel a tight clasp around your wrist and the warmth of a body on your back.
you freeze.
"my dearest miss," zayne speaks so softly.
you dare not turn around.
"before we bid farewell, i am compelled to show you something," he continues.
you almost scoff at his words, realizing that he couldn't even apologize for his cold display of demeanor towards his soulmate earlier. but before you could even make a disgruntled sound, prince zayne was already tugging at your wrist and essentially dragging you through the hedge maze-esque of the castle's garden.
you know you have a choice.
to pull your hand away.
or to stop dead in your tracks.
or to demand answers from him.
instead, you let him.
you let him pull you away from the twisted reality of his noble life and your humble dreams. you decide that if this would be the last night of having your soulmate to yourself, you would at least let yourself indulge while he is still yours—bound by fate but severed by reality.
then, zayne stops.
you follow suit.
feigning irritation, you huff, "shall this be the time to dilly-dally when the king and his wife must be looking for you?"
he ignores your words, which only makes your annoyance come to life. with a scowl on your face, you take a step forward, ready to give him an earful, "hey—"
the moon is mocking you.
you were certain.
you catch a glimpse of its glimmering light, turning your head in that direction, you see it.
oh.
oh.
being the daughter of a humble gardener and apothecary, you were used to visiting houses of the townsfolk while one of your parents would do the task they were assigned to do.
but there were instances where your parents would visit the nobility together, bringing you along to their work.
and there was this faint instance that you recall being stuck in a well with a snobbish brat of your age, with the intent of rescuing him.
the memory never consumed your waking days, you couldn't even make out the events that transpired during that fateful evening.
until the sight of the well seemed to unlock a plethora of pictures in your head.
you stand there, frozen, with zayne's rugged palms still encircling your wrist.
your lips part but you could barely make a sound.
"i frequent this part of the castle when i feel rather lonesome. it was sort of a safe haven for me," he continues. "not even the king himself dare step into this space. you could say it's the only piece of land in this kingdom that has my name written on it," he dryly jokes.
you remain silent, watching the fireflies flickering beneath the tall grass and the various insects crawling on top of the growing vines covering the well.
zayne clears his throat awkwardly, "i only jest, of course. however, it is the truth when i said that this has become a space for prince zayne himself only."
you blink, forcibly pulling yourself out of the trance, "why?" you murmur.
"hm?"
you turn to him, "why?"
zayne cocks his head to the side in a pensive act, "why, you ask..."
it takes zayne exactly eight seconds to respond, "perhaps it's because when i am within this vicinity, i long for the moment when i tumbled down this well to be repeated again."
usually, you would shriek with laughter at him, pointing at him in an attempt to embarrass him further. you would try to voice out in between laughter how "the prince fell down the well foolishly," and how "the star pupil of The Academy ended up actually hitting himself in the head as a child."
but this time, you could only stay silent.
"i suppose you remember, then?" he mutters.
you swallow thickly, unsure how to answer him.
before your mind could even register a single word in your head, he gently pulls you to face him, and underneath the glow of the moonlight, you witness your supposed rival and undeniably your soulmate speaking to you through the mere glint in his eyes.
zayne looks at you with utter devotion and longing, with his lips wobbling in anticipation and his breath shaky, brows knitted together helplessly.
he traces his thumb against your skin, sacred and revered.
"i despise that i ended up this way," he whispers, pulling you closer until you are inches apart. "a royalty with no autonomy. an absolute fool of a status. even a nobleman would have more agency in his life than i do."
you press your palms against his chest flatly, "prince zayne, we cannot—"
"how dare this cruel universe subject me to profound sorrow by making me experience you?" he cuts you off shakily, "the heavens sing and the moon itself shines when i am with you. so tell me, is it such great sin for me to want to be with you?"
"the odds are against our favor—"
"it is blasphemous that i cannot love you!"
the axis of your world tilts.
"for me to say that you do not occupy my thoughts would be absurd..." zayne exhales shakily, "and i have spent all of my waking days trying to escape this madness."
he shakes his head, his touch delicate as if you could step away and he would let you.
"so please... i beg of you," zayne murmurs, gazing into you as if reading your entire soul, "what does it take for a lowly prince like me to sit beside your throne?"
the utter wreckage of his voice and his holy touch earns a tight clench of your chest, tears silently slipping out from the corners of your eyes. you no longer what day it is, or how long have passed since you two tiptoed away from the spotlight of the gala. you no longer remember the scrutinizing glares of the aristocrats, neither the dreams of becoming renowned in the medical field of linkon kingdom.
all your mind could scream at this exact moment was prince zayne in the palm of your hands.
and maybe, you could let yourself indulge just for once.
you beg the universe, just this once.
please.
give this to me.
"your majesty, i must—"
"zayne!"
the both of you whip your heads so hard to the direction of the voice bellowing that you almost bump each other clumsily again. you see at the other side of the garden the younger prince, caleb, sweaty and hair tousled as if he ran his fingers a million times through it in frustration.
"what are you doing, running off here at this ungodly hour?! the family is looking for you!" caleb yells, prompting zayne to pull away from you.
"looking for me?" zayne scoffs. "the world must be in flames for father to look for me for once."
caleb stomps over to him, "unfortunately, this is your engagement gala."
you were sure the moon was mocking you.
with the way the clouds begin to hover the satellite, casting shadows over the entire expanse of the garden, you were certain it was laughing at your expense.
and you certainly could laugh at yourself right now too.
there may be a string tied between you and zayne, but the universe feeds off of your agony.
and you remember, zayne is still a prince—one who abides more with societal norms and expectations rather than someone who is your soulmate.
a/n: ... first time posting in a while. kinda nervous . . . im so sorry it took this long to be released >< another part will be up before the entire fic release :) comments are very much appreciated !!
prince!zayne series
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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ synopsis: prince zayne has a choice—whether to succumb to his desires or to his title.
prince zayne never believed in soulmates. from the day he was born to his upbringing, the royal family drilled one thing into the crevices of his brain: marry another royalty and expand the power his family already grasps.
he spent more time burying his nose in books, sweating at the castle grounds with a sword in hand, and memorizing social graces and etiquette with prince caleb growing up. and through it all, he received more red marks and scrutiny from the governess of the household rather than any idea of what a soulmate actually was.
prince zayne never believed in soulmates, more so because he didn't have the liberty to think about the concept in the first place.
so when he found himself falling into an old, dried-up well in their garden during the full moon when he was eight years old, with the gardener and apothecary's daughter, the same age as him, following him suit in an attempt to rescue him, he couldn't quite understand the feeling broiling in his stomach.
the memory has been hazy for him, all static and fuzzy as he tried to recall the distant past. he only remembers crying silently and examining the scrape on his knee helplessly, then the girl tumbling down next to him with a chipped tooth and a grin plastered on her face.
the next thing, he was no longer crying and was instead sitting closely with the girl, reading the encyclopedia that had engrossed him before he had tripped down the well.
he could faintly remember the smell of the girl, recalling it was a mix of jasmine and mint, mostly because of the number of jasmines blooming beside them.
he remembers the sparse clouds that littered the sky, the moon giving them a little light for their reading.
zayne ignores the clumsy fluttering of his stomach as he gently protests with the girl's knowledge. the girl would prove to be as unyielding, frowning when he would argue, and she would talk back like he wasn't royalty.
which was a first for him.
adults feared questioning him even about the most mundane and silly things. he could say that the sky is gray during a sunny day, and the grown-ups would just nod gently and agree.
so meeting someone as similar to him, whose interest was in understanding the complexities of the world, he was baffled.
soon, that silly fluttering in his stomach would soon rise to his chest, and he just couldn't seem to understand where the feeling was coming from.
much more when he suddenly heard a voice in his head that he was certain wasn't his.
the prince might be blindingly stubborn but i suppose he wouldn't be awfully lonely anymore if i joined him in his leisure...
the two of them whip their heads quickly towards each other that they ended up bumping their foreheads against one another, eliciting loud whines from both children. but before they can even argue and demand the other to apologize, he remembers the swarm of servants surrounding the opening of the well, frantic and panic-stricken.
since then, the memory has sat at the back of his mind whenever he was demanded to sit at important (his father's words, not his) meetings with various royalty about marriage. he would mindlessly trace the intricate patterns of the goblet at hand, not bothering to listen to whatever the older men had to say, his imagination floating him back to the old, dried-up well in their garden.
sure, prince zayne didn't mind playing the role of the linkon kingdom's prince and providing his presence to whatever the royal counselor told him to. but he draws the line at putting up a nauseating facade in the name of his father's overwhelming greed for power.
prince zayne and prince caleb didn't inherit the king's insatiable lust for the throne, oftentimes seeking each other for refuge whenever their father became unreasonable.
and yet right now, he couldn't find caleb anywhere.
as a matter of fact, zayne couldn't see anything past two meters within his radius, without his stupid eyeglasses. the family's modiste just had to strictly recommend that he take off his glasses for the night, lest he ruin his saintly outfit during his engagement gala.
it was no secret that his eyesight is the worst. you could wave out to him on a busy street, and he would, unintentionally, zoom past you until he would catch a whiff of your perfume.
but for some strange reason, when he catches an unbelievably clear sight of your glassy eyes underneath the pale moonlight, and your fists balled to the sides of your gown, zayne finds his heart shattering into a million pieces.
"i wish to know why i was invited since i am only a commoner. was i invited because of your grace and recognition that i am up to par with your prowess? or was i merely invited so you can rub salt to my wound that in this universe i could never be with my soulmate?" you demand.
with the thousand ways that zayne abided by the royal standards, it was safe to say that he was used to the vexations and pleasantries (or the lack thereof) of the royal family.
and as a royalty, he has learned that the world has always been cruel to those who yearn and with undying devotion in their hearts.
he barely picked up the rustling of the wisterias or the cicadas singing in the background. zayne could only listen to the wild thumping of his heart against his chest as he watched you compose yourself.
zayne thinks of multiple routes across the scenario unfolding in front of him. he could take your hand and apologize. he could tell the truth and ask you to elope. he could ask to remain a platonic relationship just to keep you at arm's length.
alas, he was still a prince.
"my apologies, my lady," zayne begins. "you must have mistaken my intentions."
and as the prince of the linkon kingdom, he must always put the royalty's interests first before his.
he watches you swallow thickly, nodding, "indeed," you croak, "i must have."
you stiffly curtsy to zayne one last time and with a shaky breath, you say, "i shall not take much of your time any further. thank you for the dance."
then, with restrained movements, he watches you turn your heel slowly.
the clouds disperse from the sky, revealing the full moon glistening in all its glory.
i will never have zayne, this i already know. i shall not wallow in my sadness around with something already delusional.
please, i ask you to stay. do not take any further steps. allow me to fiight for us.
you feel the airway in your throat constricting as you take a quarter step away from the prince with the full moon orbiting mockingly in the sky. hiding the sniffles from your repressed tears through the click-clack! of your heels against the polished marbled floors, echoing against the space. but before you can take another step further from your supposed soulmate, you feel a tight clasp around your wrist and the warmth of a body on your back.
you freeze.
"my dearest miss," zayne speaks so softly.
you dare not turn around.
"before we bid farewell, i am compelled to show you something," he continues.
you almost scoff at his words, realizing that he couldn't even apologize for his cold display of demeanor towards his soulmate earlier. but before you could even make a disgruntled sound, prince zayne was already tugging at your wrist and essentially dragging you through the hedge maze-esque of the castle's garden.
you know you have a choice.
to pull your hand away.
or to stop dead in your tracks.
or to demand answers from him.
instead, you let him.
you let him pull you away from the twisted reality of his noble life and your humble dreams. you decide that if this would be the last night of having your soulmate to yourself, you would at least let yourself indulge while he is still yours—bound by fate but severed by reality.
then, zayne stops.
you follow suit.
feigning irritation, you huff, "shall this be the time to dilly-dally when the king and his wife must be looking for you?"
he ignores your words, which only makes your annoyance come to life. with a scowl on your face, you take a step forward, ready to give him an earful, "hey—"
the moon is mocking you.
you were certain.
you catch a glimpse of its glimmering light, turning your head in that direction, you see it.
oh.
oh.
being the daughter of a humble gardener and apothecary, you were used to visiting houses of the townsfolk while one of your parents would do the task they were assigned to do.
but there were instances where your parents would visit the nobility together, bringing you along to their work.
and there was this faint instance that you recall being stuck in a well with a snobbish brat of your age, with the intent of rescuing him.
the memory never consumed your waking days, you couldn't even make out the events that transpired during that fateful evening.
until the sight of the well seemed to unlock a plethora of pictures in your head.
you stand there, frozen, with zayne's rugged palms still encircling your wrist.
your lips part but you could barely make a sound.
"i frequent this part of the castle when i feel rather lonesome. it was sort of a safe haven for me," he continues. "not even the king himself dare step into this space. you could say it's the only piece of land in this kingdom that has my name written on it," he dryly jokes.
you remain silent, watching the fireflies flickering beneath the tall grass and the various insects crawling on top of the growing vines covering the well.
zayne clears his throat awkwardly, "i only jest, of course. however, it is the truth when i said that this has become a space for prince zayne himself only."
you blink, forcibly pulling yourself out of the trance, "why?" you murmur.
"hm?"
you turn to him, "why?"
zayne cocks his head to the side in a pensive act, "why, you ask..."
it takes zayne exactly eight seconds to respond, "perhaps it's because when i am within this vicinity, i long for the moment when i tumbled down this well to be repeated again."
usually, you would shriek with laughter at him, pointing at him in an attempt to embarrass him further. you would try to voice out in between laughter how "the prince fell down the well foolishly," and how "the star pupil of The Academy ended up actually hitting himself in the head as a child."
but this time, you could only stay silent.
"i suppose you remember, then?" he mutters.
you swallow thickly, unsure how to answer him.
before your mind could even register a single word in your head, he gently pulls you to face him, and underneath the glow of the moonlight, you witness your supposed rival and undeniably your soulmate speaking to you through the mere glint in his eyes.
zayne looks at you with utter devotion and longing, with his lips wobbling in anticipation and his breath shaky, brows knitted together helplessly.
he traces his thumb against your skin, sacred and revered.
"i despise that i ended up this way," he whispers, pulling you closer until you are inches apart. "a royalty with no autonomy. an absolute fool of a status. even a nobleman would have more agency in his life than i do."
you press your palms against his chest flatly, "prince zayne, we cannot—"
"how dare this cruel universe subject me to profound sorrow by making me experience you?" he cuts you off shakily, "the heavens sing and the moon itself shines when i am with you. so tell me, is it such great sin for me to want to be with you?"
"the odds are against our favor—"
"it is blasphemous that i cannot love you!"
the axis of your world tilts.
"for me to say that you do not occupy my thoughts would be absurd..." zayne exhales shakily, "and i have spent all of my waking days trying to escape this madness."
he shakes his head, his touch delicate as if you could step away and he would let you.
"so please... i beg of you," zayne murmurs, gazing into you as if reading your entire soul, "what does it take for a lowly prince like me to sit beside your throne?"
the utter wreckage of his voice and his holy touch earns a tight clench of your chest, tears silently slipping out from the corners of your eyes. you no longer what day it is, or how long have passed since you two tiptoed away from the spotlight of the gala. you no longer remember the scrutinizing glares of the aristocrats, neither the dreams of becoming renowned in the medical field of linkon kingdom.
all your mind could scream at this exact moment was prince zayne in the palm of your hands.
and maybe, you could let yourself indulge just for once.
you beg the universe, just this once.
please.
give this to me.
"your majesty, i must—"
"zayne!"
the both of you whip your heads so hard to the direction of the voice bellowing that you almost bump each other clumsily again. you see at the other side of the garden the younger prince, caleb, sweaty and hair tousled as if he ran his fingers a million times through it in frustration.
"what are you doing, running off here at this ungodly hour?! the family is looking for you!" caleb yells, prompting zayne to pull away from you.
"looking for me?" zayne scoffs. "the world must be in flames for father to look for me for once."
caleb stomps over to him, "unfortunately, this is your engagement gala."
you were sure the moon was mocking you.
with the way the clouds begin to hover the satellite, casting shadows over the entire expanse of the garden, you were certain it was laughing at your expense.
and you certainly could laugh at yourself right now too.
there may be a string tied between you and zayne, but the universe feeds off of your agony.
and you remember, zayne is still a prince—one who abides more with societal norms and expectations rather than someone who is your soulmate.
a/n: ... first time posting in a while. kinda nervous . . . im so sorry it took this long to be released >< another part will be up before the entire fic release :) comments are very much appreciated !!
prince!zayne series
🏷 @sapphic-daze @sylusgirlie7 @baystrel @cynireththorne @hyori2 @vanaaa @stargirlygirl @seris-the-amious @hunterelys @yiddyyadda @mysticmiraculer @vynn30 @yourlocalcatscammer @dwuclvr @chiikasevennn @zaynxie @glitterykingdomangel @seungkwansflower @wakeupr41 @lamogliedizayne @nikkikawaguchi @nicora04 @asgwendollie @novthirty @oracularvernacular @regalillegal @invaderzia1 @violentriddlehoard @reiofsuns2001 @mcdepressed290 @blobs-away @mikasaredscarf1 @violentriddlehoard @chocofuturedoco @mousedit
thinking about prince! zayne and prince! caleb who are half siblings and grew up together... one night as children, caleb calls their father because of a monster lurking under his bed, murmuring incantations but it was just zayne at the bottom bunk reading his fantasy books....
zayne: for the last time it was just me...
caleb: i know heh
zayne: i demand a separate room.
there are other parts of the prince!zayne series i could've reblogged but i chose this one
is it over now? | zayne.
✩ synopsis: you run to reddit for advice when it comes to your unsteady relationship with zayne. ✩ pairing: zayne x non!mc reader / wc: 4034 ✩ cw/tags: slight angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding ✩ crossposted in my ao3 ✩ a/n: written in second pov but will be in first pov with the reddit posts. not proofread, first time writing in a while pls be kind !
r/relationship_advice
u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 12h
I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I don’t know what to do.
As the title states. For additional context, I (25F) am your average girl. I work at a fairly well-known company in the personnel division, doing the most mundane tasks you could think of. Aside from that, I am often one of the faces of the division as I deal with the people in our company everyday so I’ve memorized all of their quirks and personalities–but that’s about it when it comes to me. On the other hand, my boyfriend (27M) is a profound professional in the medical field. He (quite literally) saves lives every day, and he is very well-known in his line of work. If I add more context as to his career, you would immediately find out who he is–the stark difference between us already says a lot.
We met a few years back through a common friend who is also a professional in the medical field and his close colleague at the hospital where he works. Throughout the relationship, he has been everything that I asked for. However, all of this started when last month, I was notified by my boss that I wasn’t promoted to the position I was vying for. It was heartbreaking. And naturally, I thought of seeking refuge with my boyfriend. When I messaged him, asking him to meet later that evening, he turned it down, saying he was finally meeting with his childhood best friend (24F). If it were any other day, I would’ve been ecstatic, as this was the same friend he mentioned to me that he had lost contact with. But that night, I felt as though it was the cruelest timing of the universe, especially how he described to me with earnest fervor everything about his best friend. How she was a rising hunter, and she found contact with him through a magazine article about him (yes, he’s that famous). However, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin his evening. And so, initially, I understood the situation since I don’t want to seem an overbearing, controlling partner. And so, I thought it would be best if I instead sat with my feelings first and sought comfort from him in the following days.
But those days did not come. Instead, I was always greeted by his cold exterior, oftentimes he would be too busy to respond to me as he was in the midst of his hospital shifts, and once he did become free, he either was too exhausted to converse properly or would spend his time with anyone else other than me. Mostly, his best friend too.
While I am aware that his best friend is also in a relationship (with their other childhood friend, it seems), I still can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.
It has been a month since I noticed this behavior, and I’m not sure whether this was already occurring before, as my boyfriend could come off as nonchalant at times and stoic.
Usually, I’m not the one to jump to conclusions, but from the situation itself, it seems that my boyfriend has been drifting apart from me. I really love him and adore him, but with each day that we spend apart, it further breaks my heart as it feels like he no longer acknowledges our relationship. Is this worth fighting for, or is our relationship beyond saving at this point?
EDIT: Please do not post this on other social media sites, I’m afraid he might see.
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u/linkonsfinest ∙ 12h
first off, i’m so sorry to hear about your career rejection. i’m sure it will redirect you to greener pastures, OP. anyway, about your relationship, this sounds like a classic case of sitting down and talking about your feelings with him. have you tried that, OP?
also, whether you like it or not, he is bound to see this post since it’s public, after all.
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 12h Thank you for your kind words. But I would have if he had given me just a few minutes of his time. EDIT: What’s with the downvotes? ⬇️-167
u/starbunny ∙ 11h Ignore them, OP. It’s reddit after all lol. My advice is that U try and think abt what what matters most for U. Ur relationship with him or ur peace. The meeting with the bestfriend part may seem sketchy but U know ur boyfriend best than compared to us strangers on the internet. ⬆️254
u/fishie_painter307 ∙ 11h
Seems to me that you have hidden insecurities, OP. There was a tendency to look down on yourself in the paragraphs you have written, while you write about your boyfriend as if he had discovered the cure to the protocore syndrome. But it sounds like you’re just as amazing and as hardworking as he is. But I didn’t come here to give you free therapy sessions lol. I fear the only way we can find an end to this is to sit down with him and talk about the icky, uncomfortable thing called feelings. For now, try assessing what you have right now, and consider talking with him as soon as his schedule clears up. Better yet, just barge into his office and demand some answers lol, since he seems like he isn’t the type to care until the last minute.
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 10h The last comment seemed unnecessary, but it felt like cold water splashing me. Maybe it’s the truth. Thanks. ⬆️146
u/evil_overlord901 ∙ 10h
Since he’s a doctor, you should just pretend you’re on the verge of death to make him worry and as revenge for his neglect, hahaha.
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 10h I’m not that crazy enough. ⬆️206
Zayne has been staring at his phone for what seems like hours. But really, it has only been twenty minutes since Greyson hurled open his office doors with a frown etched unusually on his face.
“What have you done to my friend?” Greyson asked, brows knit together. “Pardon?” Zayne could only reply.
Greyson scoffs, running a hand through his hair, “They were right, you really don’t seem to care.”
“What is going on?” Zayne asks, finally setting down the pen he has in between his fingers. “Is there something the matter?”
The younger man holds back a grumble under his breath, “Just see for yourself.” He then set his phone across Zayne as the latter read the title.
I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I don’t know what to do.
“What is this supposed to be, Greyson?” Zayne asks, “Is this what the staff are gossiping about in the hallway today?”
He recalls the way the nurses and doctors hushed murmurs in the hallways, sneaking glances towards Zayne as he waltzes through the bleak corridors. He paid no mind to it as he knew it wasn’t his business to pry into whatever they were gossiping about.
“They were gossiping about you, Dr. Zayne.”
“What?”
The conversation seemed like it was going nowhere, so Greyson just sighed defeatedly while retrieving his phone. A resounding ping! echoed from Zayne’s phone.
“I sent you the link to the post. Make sure to read every single word and tell me that isn’t you.”
That was twenty minutes ago, and Zayne was sure that every word was tattooed on the crevices of his brain at this point. But what else should he do now that he’s memorized it? He’s sure at this point that user cheesecake_plushie73 is most definitely you. There’s no denying it, with the way you described the circumstances and your impeccable writing style that mimics his. Yes, he’s certain it’s you.
But now what?
Smoke curls from the teacup you’ve set down seconds ago as you inhale the autumn breeze from your balcony. Your phone is on temporary do not disturb from the hundreds of Reddit notifications you received since last night. You observe the sky-high buildings and rigid architecture of the city, eyes fixated on nothing and everything all at once. It has been a month since you received the news, the words of your boss linger at the back of your mind, and the rejection email sits heavily on your phone, tucked away from the thousands of junk mail you receive. The nonacceptance of your promotion still gnaws at your chest despite the long time you’ve spent trying to accept it. Nevertheless, you have slowly come to terms with the rejection, chanting the line that the redditor told you in your post–that it’s just redirection. However, you can’t help but feel that the redirection that the rejection launched in your way also involved your relationship with Zayne.
You’re sure you’ve told Zayne about the promotion, how you applied for it, and how the chances of getting in seemed highly possible. And yet, you can’t seem to recall whether Zayne was supportive of it or if he had said anything at all. Your mind has been all muddled and cloudy with all of the heartbreaking scenarios you’ve made up since you received his message that he was meeting his childhood friend.
It was silly, and since then, you’ve felt perpetually stupid for thinking horrendously of your boyfriend. You know he wouldn’t cause such a scene like that, to see another woman behind your back–it was preposterous! The thought still makes you gag to the point where you couldn’t believe you actually went and logged into an online forum just to seek advice. The idea alone was enough to make you physically convulse and cringe because you knew that if he wanted out of your relationship, he would’ve already done so.
Which somehow makes you hurt more.
You’ve gone uncharacteristically by posting at an online forum just to seek advice from some stranger on the internet to tell you what to do. But how could you blame yourself? You’re just trying to make the situation better for you. But what is it going to take just to feel okay? Is it hope? Is it love? Do you talk? Or is it therapy?
You sigh for the umpteenth time of the day, watching the glow of the sun turn orange and pink as it continues to slowly illuminate your space. For some reason, despite being on a (fake) sick leave, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay inside your house.
It just felt… emptier.
The doom and gloom of the space makes the apartment stuffier than usual, and no matter how much you’ve dusted the space, you’ve felt like going through different stages of your chest tightening. Perhaps it’s because of the memories that it carries, the way the air permeates Zayne’s faint perfume, or his touch that lingers in your skin when you settle on the couch, remembering how he used to tightly hold you on Friday evenings while watching something.
You just couldn’t take it.
The apartment feels heavier, and you couldn’t bring yourself to go back inside. And so, as a remedy, you find yourself tucked away on the balcony with a book you’ve forgotten the plot to, sitting idly on the table beside you. Your mind races a thousand thoughts, all of which contain the same wish. How you wish that everything would just end soon and that tomorrow the sun will rise again, and you can try again.
But what could be said for a new day when your chest is unwillingly clenching every time you think of Zayne? You want to be angry at him for neglecting you just like that one Reddit user said. You want to do something impulsive, irrational, and unmistakably stupid just to see him come running and say what you’ve been wanting to hear for the past month.
And yet, what is that something that you want to hear from him?
How are you?
I missed you?
I’m sorry?
…Let’s break up?
And what were you going to respond anyway?
I’m okay?
I missed you, too?
I understand?
…Is it her?
Oh dear heavens. You think to yourself, burying your face in your hands. You feel ridiculous and helpless. The Reddit users were right. You should talk to him soon, lest you lose your mind over all of this.
Succumbing to the most vile thoughts you have ever conceived, you didn’t notice the indisputable beeps of your keypad door lock echoing in your apartment. Neither the loud swinging of the door nor the frantic removing of shoes by the doorway, nor the heavy padding throughout the dim space.
Your head only whips in attention when you hear the door frame to the balcony rattling behind you.
“There you are.”
Oh.
“I’ve gone to your work, and they told me you were sick… Are you okay?”
Oh.
You sit upright, smiling meekly at Zayne. “You surprised me.”
Zayne closes the glass door behind him and carefully takes the vacant seat beside the table. You dart your gaze from him and settle on your now cold tea, “Would you like some tea?” You offered. To which he shakes his head.
Silence envelops the two of you. And for once, after all the daydreaming of possibilities of when he will arrive, you don’t know what to do.
“Why would I surprise you?” He asks.
“I dunno… It’s been a while since you’ve come here. And it’s unlike you to drop by unannounced,” you say with a faint chuckle.
“Oh. I’ve left a text. But your notifications were silenced.”
“Oh.”
You picked up your phone and went to your messages, and lo and behold, he did send a message just twenty minutes ago.
“Twenty minutes ago?” You say out loud before you can even stop yourself.
“...Is there a problem?”
You sheepishly rub the back of your head before setting your phone back down, “Nothing…” You begin hesitantly, “You usually just give me a heads up at least hours prior. But it’s no big deal. I’m not complaining!” You defend.
Zayne nods at you promptly, and once again, silence wraps the two of you. You refuse to look at Zayne for a second longer than you should, afraid that the waterworks might come unwarranted.
“I see.”
You only let out a grunt of approval, eyes drifting back to the buildings across from you two. Your refusal to look at him for a second longer warranted you to miss two things:
Zayne’s usually perfect hair seemed unkempt, like he had been running his fingers through it numerous times.
He refuses to look away from you even for a second.
And yet now that he occupies your space, you don’t know how to act. Why was he here anyway? You couldn’t bring yourself to act. Not when you caught a whiff of his perfume once again, making you want to both hurl in anxiety and lunge forward at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and just burying yourself in the comforts of his chest.
Zayne wasn’t doing much better either. The moment he read the comment from user evil_overlord901, he thought about how you’d go to terrifying lengths just to gather his attention. While he knows you won’t go that far, the thought still gnaws at his brain like a pesky pest. To the point where he might’ve broken a few traffic rules just to get to your place.
The silence hangs in the air, and Zayne doesn’t seem to know what to do now that he’s seen you all safe and sound. A thousand questions were running around in his brain, but he didn’t know where to start.
Nevertheless, he kept his eyes locked on your figure. Your elbow is propped on the table, your chin resting on the palm of your hand, and your glassy eyes sporting that distant look. He didn’t miss the swell of your eyelids nor the heavy bags starting to form. And for some reason, he hates himself for it. He hates how he barely noticed anything about you for the past month, how he felt utterly selfish for casting you aside.
He loathes it.
And yet, he couldn’t throw himself a pity party when all he wants right now is to take you within his comfort.
After a couple more minutes of silence between you two, Zayne inhales. “...Cheesecake_plushie73?”
“...What?” You turn your head towards him mechanically, blinking slowly at his words.
“Does that…phrase ring a bell to you?”
You chuckle nervously in response, “...I suppose?”
You see Zayne and his usual pensive expression written across his features. “You suppose…” He parrots.
“Why? What’s that about?” You ask, your voice a bit smaller.
“Nothing… Greyson just showed me this post from a forum that seems eerily like you.”
Like us.
“Oh. I see.”
“...Have I been neglecting you?”
“What?”
“I have, haven’t I?”
You attempt to school your expression into something neutral, but you couldn’t deny the wild thumping of your chest when you see the way his eyes bore into yours with such intensity that you were certain you could melt from it. Zayne reaches out from his seat, clasping both of your hands with his much bigger ones. You hold back a flinch, startled from the sudden contact after being deprived of one for way too long. His hands were warm, you note, much warmer than your freezing ones.
Before you could even respond, he abruptly stands up, which makes the chair almost tilt back, and immediately, he kneels across you. Your eyes widen, wanting to scramble and make him rise from the cramped space of your balcony, but before you could even do anything, his lips ghost over your fingers, and you feel electricity coursing through your veins.
“I’m sorry,” was all Zayne could murmur, “Your heart must be heavy from the weight of carrying our burdens.”
Your breathing constricts, and you feel your eyes well from his words alone. “It was foolish of me not to notice how you were going through such a terrible time, and I am so sorry for letting you go through that without me,” he continues, pressing chaste kisses on each of your fingers.
“Zayne, it’s nothing–”
“Please do not belittle yourself any further. I can’t stand seeing you speak so lowly of yourself, my love,” he says with finality that makes you clamp your mouth shut. He then turns his gaze back to you, his eyes soft and glassy, and you don’t miss the way his lips tremble. He then tightens his hold on your hands, pressing them onto his chest, “Do you feel how my heart only beats for you? How its pace quickens when I catch just a sight of your silhouette in the crowd?”
And you do.
The way his heart rapidly pounds in his chest, even when you lie on top of him as you snuggle, or even as mundane as fleeting embraces, when it’s time to say goodbye.
You always feel it.
“Only you have that effect on me, my love. And I despise myself for having you doubt my love for you. I have done poorly recently, so it seems,” Zayne continues, his hands still clutched tightly against yours. “There’s absolutely no one else that could make me feel this way. Only you.”
“Zayne…” Your lips wobble from the declaration of his love.
“Please forgive me for being such a terrible lover, my dear. There was no excuse to it,” he says, almost pleadingly.
You feel a lump forming in your throat, and before you know it, Zayne already unclasps his hand from yours, and you feel his warm thumb gently caressing the salty tears from your cheeks.
“It was just unfair, Zayne. How… how I felt so alone and miserable without having you by my side, while it felt like you were doing more than okay,” you mumble through fits of your tears.
“I was a fool, my love. Please don’t cry, it hurts me more than you know,” he whispers, inching closer to you.
You shake your head, “I’ve soon come to terms with the rejection, but I couldn’t accept how I was so lonely throughout the process. I just wanted you. But you had other plans. Other people to meet. Other people who seemed more important than I am, and I h-hated that…!”
The knot in your chest tightens as you finally let the damn burst wide open.
With no words left to say, Zayne rises from the floor and engulfs you in his tight embrace, letting your tears damp his shirt. He strokes your head carefully, humming to you as he tries his damndest not to cry with you.
The sight alone makes him physically ache as he continues to wallow in his regret and pity. For the first time in his life, Zayne feels helpless. He could only bring himself to hush you with comforting words like, “It’s okay, my love. I’m here now.” Or “I was an idiot. I didn’t love you properly when you needed it the most.”
And across you two, the sun slowly began to finally set, casting the last golden glow onto your skin. You claw tightly onto his back, desperate to feel that he is there with you and nowhere else.
“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, your tears slowly dissipating. “I felt so terrible that I posted our relationship on an online forum.”
“It’s okay, my love. You didn’t know what else to do, and that’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry too for neglecting you and hurting you in the process. I never desired for you to hurt because of me.”
You shake your head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say that it’s okay. You swallowed thickly, “I forgive you,” was all you could say.
“And I don’t deserve such forgiveness from the sweetest girl in the world.”
You chuckled half-heartedly, digging yourself closer to his chest and inhaling his scent much further, memorizing the warmth of his body, and how he holds you.
“Am not,” you retort jokingly.
“Yes, you are, miss cheesecake_plushie73.”
You weakly punch his stomach in response, laughing softly at his attempt to lighten the situation. He sighs contentedly, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.
“I love you, my dear.”
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 12 mins ago
UPDATE: I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I don’t know what to do.
I think I owe everyone an update here. My boyfriend and I had finally talked things through, and all my worries had vanished. Apparently, he was meeting up with all his childhood best friends, and it had been a decade since they last saw each other. He also apologized for the neglect, and he took two weeks off from his work to go on a short trip with me to make up for lost time. I felt silly for being worried, but he assured me that it was not silly to feel valid emotions and that we would work things through. I also apologized for closing myself off and for making up bad assumptions about his bestfriend. Anyway, I’m off to pack for our trip. Thank you all for all the advice and comments.
P.S. He also saw my post here which prompted our conversation T___T
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u/linkonsfinest ∙ 5 mins ago
see! all you need is a good ol’ conversation and everything’s okay! glad you fixed it, OP! despite him seeing the post and prompting the conversation lol. still, congrats!
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 3 mins ago Thank you.
u/starbunny ∙ 5 mins ago
Nice. Glad U worked it out.
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u/fishie_painter307 ∙ 5 mins ago
Finally some good news in my feed! Congrats, OP! Bring us some souvenir from the trip, will ya? ;)
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 2 mins ago Thank you! Also, my boyfriend said your comment was one of the reasonable ones including u/linkonsfinest. Except he didn’t like how you called me insecure lmao T__T ⬆️25
u/evil_overlord901 ∙ 3 mins ago
Aw, no fake deaths?
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 1 min ago Please get off the internet. ⬆️90
a/n: heavily inspired by empty house by neck deep and is it over now by taylor swift !! also, i saw this reddit style format writing somewhere in tumblr and thought i had to give it a try!! comments r very much appreciated :)
is it over now? | zayne.
✩ synopsis: you run to reddit for advice when it comes to your unsteady relationship with zayne. ✩ pairing: zayne x non!mc reader / wc: 4034 ✩ cw/tags: slight angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding ✩ crossposted in my ao3 ✩ a/n: written in second pov but will be in first pov with the reddit posts. not proofread, first time writing in a while pls be kind !
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 12h
I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I don’t know what to do.
As the title states. For additional context, I (25F) am your average girl. I work at a fairly well-known company in the personnel division, doing the most mundane tasks you could think of. Aside from that, I am often one of the faces of the division as I deal with the people in our company everyday so I’ve memorized all of their quirks and personalities–but that’s about it when it comes to me. On the other hand, my boyfriend (27M) is a profound professional in the medical field. He (quite literally) saves lives every day, and he is very well-known in his line of work. If I add more context as to his career, you would immediately find out who he is–the stark difference between us already says a lot.
We met a few years back through a common friend who is also a professional in the medical field and his close colleague at the hospital where he works. Throughout the relationship, he has been everything that I asked for. However, all of this started when last month, I was notified by my boss that I wasn’t promoted to the position I was vying for. It was heartbreaking. And naturally, I thought of seeking refuge with my boyfriend. When I messaged him, asking him to meet later that evening, he turned it down, saying he was finally meeting with his childhood best friend (24F). If it were any other day, I would’ve been ecstatic, as this was the same friend he mentioned to me that he had lost contact with. But that night, I felt as though it was the cruelest timing of the universe, especially how he described to me with earnest fervor everything about his best friend. How she was a rising hunter, and she found contact with him through a magazine article about him (yes, he’s that famous). However, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin his evening. And so, initially, I understood the situation since I don’t want to seem an overbearing, controlling partner. And so, I thought it would be best if I instead sat with my feelings first and sought comfort from him in the following days.
But those days did not come. Instead, I was always greeted by his cold exterior, oftentimes he would be too busy to respond to me as he was in the midst of his hospital shifts, and once he did become free, he either was too exhausted to converse properly or would spend his time with anyone else other than me. Mostly, his best friend too.
While I am aware that his best friend is also in a relationship (with their other childhood friend, it seems), I still can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.
It has been a month since I noticed this behavior, and I’m not sure whether this was already occurring before, as my boyfriend could come off as nonchalant at times and stoic.
Usually, I’m not the one to jump to conclusions, but from the situation itself, it seems that my boyfriend has been drifting apart from me. I really love him and adore him, but with each day that we spend apart, it further breaks my heart as it feels like he no longer acknowledges our relationship. Is this worth fighting for, or is our relationship beyond saving at this point?
EDIT: Please do not post this on other social media sites, I’m afraid he might see.
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u/linkonsfinest ∙ 12h
first off, i’m so sorry to hear about your career rejection. i’m sure it will redirect you to greener pastures, OP. anyway, about your relationship, this sounds like a classic case of sitting down and talking about your feelings with him. have you tried that, OP?
also, whether you like it or not, he is bound to see this post since it’s public, after all.
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 12h Thank you for your kind words. But I would have if he had given me just a few minutes of his time. EDIT: What’s with the downvotes? ⬇️-167
u/starbunny ∙ 11h Ignore them, OP. It’s reddit after all lol. My advice is that U try and think abt what what matters most for U. Ur relationship with him or ur peace. The meeting with the bestfriend part may seem sketchy but U know ur boyfriend best than compared to us strangers on the internet. ⬆️254
u/fishie_painter307 ∙ 11h
Seems to me that you have hidden insecurities, OP. There was a tendency to look down on yourself in the paragraphs you have written, while you write about your boyfriend as if he had discovered the cure to the protocore syndrome. But it sounds like you’re just as amazing and as hardworking as he is. But I didn’t come here to give you free therapy sessions lol. I fear the only way we can find an end to this is to sit down with him and talk about the icky, uncomfortable thing called feelings. For now, try assessing what you have right now, and consider talking with him as soon as his schedule clears up. Better yet, just barge into his office and demand some answers lol, since he seems like he isn’t the type to care until the last minute.
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 10h The last comment seemed unnecessary, but it felt like cold water splashing me. Maybe it’s the truth. Thanks. ⬆️146
u/evil_overlord901 ∙ 10h
Since he’s a doctor, you should just pretend you’re on the verge of death to make him worry and as revenge for his neglect, hahaha.
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 10h I’m not that crazy enough. ⬆️206
Zayne has been staring at his phone for what seems like hours. But really, it has only been twenty minutes since Greyson hurled open his office doors with a frown etched unusually on his face.
“What have you done to my friend?” Greyson asked, brows knit together. “Pardon?” Zayne could only reply.
Greyson scoffs, running a hand through his hair, “They were right, you really don’t seem to care.”
“What is going on?” Zayne asks, finally setting down the pen he has in between his fingers. “Is there something the matter?”
The younger man holds back a grumble under his breath, “Just see for yourself.” He then set his phone across Zayne as the latter read the title.
I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I don’t know what to do.
“What is this supposed to be, Greyson?” Zayne asks, “Is this what the staff are gossiping about in the hallway today?”
He recalls the way the nurses and doctors hushed murmurs in the hallways, sneaking glances towards Zayne as he waltzes through the bleak corridors. He paid no mind to it as he knew it wasn’t his business to pry into whatever they were gossiping about.
“They were gossiping about you, Dr. Zayne.”
“What?”
The conversation seemed like it was going nowhere, so Greyson just sighed defeatedly while retrieving his phone. A resounding ping! echoed from Zayne’s phone.
“I sent you the link to the post. Make sure to read every single word and tell me that isn’t you.”
That was twenty minutes ago, and Zayne was sure that every word was tattooed on the crevices of his brain at this point. But what else should he do now that he’s memorized it? He’s sure at this point that user cheesecake_plushie73 is most definitely you. There’s no denying it, with the way you described the circumstances and your impeccable writing style that mimics his. Yes, he’s certain it’s you.
But now what?
Smoke curls from the teacup you’ve set down seconds ago as you inhale the autumn breeze from your balcony. Your phone is on temporary do not disturb from the hundreds of Reddit notifications you received since last night. You observe the sky-high buildings and rigid architecture of the city, eyes fixated on nothing and everything all at once. It has been a month since you received the news, the words of your boss linger at the back of your mind, and the rejection email sits heavily on your phone, tucked away from the thousands of junk mail you receive. The nonacceptance of your promotion still gnaws at your chest despite the long time you’ve spent trying to accept it. Nevertheless, you have slowly come to terms with the rejection, chanting the line that the redditor told you in your post–that it’s just redirection. However, you can’t help but feel that the redirection that the rejection launched in your way also involved your relationship with Zayne.
You’re sure you’ve told Zayne about the promotion, how you applied for it, and how the chances of getting in seemed highly possible. And yet, you can’t seem to recall whether Zayne was supportive of it or if he had said anything at all. Your mind has been all muddled and cloudy with all of the heartbreaking scenarios you’ve made up since you received his message that he was meeting his childhood friend.
It was silly, and since then, you’ve felt perpetually stupid for thinking horrendously of your boyfriend. You know he wouldn’t cause such a scene like that, to see another woman behind your back–it was preposterous! The thought still makes you gag to the point where you couldn’t believe you actually went and logged into an online forum just to seek advice. The idea alone was enough to make you physically convulse and cringe because you knew that if he wanted out of your relationship, he would’ve already done so.
Which somehow makes you hurt more.
You’ve gone uncharacteristically by posting at an online forum just to seek advice from some stranger on the internet to tell you what to do. But how could you blame yourself? You’re just trying to make the situation better for you. But what is it going to take just to feel okay? Is it hope? Is it love? Do you talk? Or is it therapy?
You sigh for the umpteenth time of the day, watching the glow of the sun turn orange and pink as it continues to slowly illuminate your space. For some reason, despite being on a (fake) sick leave, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay inside your house.
It just felt… emptier.
The doom and gloom of the space makes the apartment stuffier than usual, and no matter how much you’ve dusted the space, you’ve felt like going through different stages of your chest tightening. Perhaps it’s because of the memories that it carries, the way the air permeates Zayne’s faint perfume, or his touch that lingers in your skin when you settle on the couch, remembering how he used to tightly hold you on Friday evenings while watching something.
You just couldn’t take it.
The apartment feels heavier, and you couldn’t bring yourself to go back inside. And so, as a remedy, you find yourself tucked away on the balcony with a book you’ve forgotten the plot to, sitting idly on the table beside you. Your mind races a thousand thoughts, all of which contain the same wish. How you wish that everything would just end soon and that tomorrow the sun will rise again, and you can try again.
But what could be said for a new day when your chest is unwillingly clenching every time you think of Zayne? You want to be angry at him for neglecting you just like that one Reddit user said. You want to do something impulsive, irrational, and unmistakably stupid just to see him come running and say what you’ve been wanting to hear for the past month.
And yet, what is that something that you want to hear from him?
How are you?
I missed you?
I’m sorry?
…Let’s break up?
And what were you going to respond anyway?
I’m okay?
I missed you, too?
I understand?
…Is it her?
Oh dear heavens. You think to yourself, burying your face in your hands. You feel ridiculous and helpless. The Reddit users were right. You should talk to him soon, lest you lose your mind over all of this.
Succumbing to the most vile thoughts you have ever conceived, you didn’t notice the indisputable beeps of your keypad door lock echoing in your apartment. Neither the loud swinging of the door nor the frantic removing of shoes by the doorway, nor the heavy padding throughout the dim space.
Your head only whips in attention when you hear the door frame to the balcony rattling behind you.
“There you are.”
Oh.
“I’ve gone to your work, and they told me you were sick… Are you okay?”
Oh.
You sit upright, smiling meekly at Zayne. “You surprised me.”
Zayne closes the glass door behind him and carefully takes the vacant seat beside the table. You dart your gaze from him and settle on your now cold tea, “Would you like some tea?” You offered. To which he shakes his head.
Silence envelops the two of you. And for once, after all the daydreaming of possibilities of when he will arrive, you don’t know what to do.
“Why would I surprise you?” He asks.
“I dunno… It’s been a while since you’ve come here. And it’s unlike you to drop by unannounced,” you say with a faint chuckle.
“Oh. I’ve left a text. But your notifications were silenced.”
“Oh.”
You picked up your phone and went to your messages, and lo and behold, he did send a message just twenty minutes ago.
“Twenty minutes ago?” You say out loud before you can even stop yourself.
“...Is there a problem?”
You sheepishly rub the back of your head before setting your phone back down, “Nothing…” You begin hesitantly, “You usually just give me a heads up at least hours prior. But it’s no big deal. I’m not complaining!” You defend.
Zayne nods at you promptly, and once again, silence wraps the two of you. You refuse to look at Zayne for a second longer than you should, afraid that the waterworks might come unwarranted.
“I see.”
You only let out a grunt of approval, eyes drifting back to the buildings across from you two. Your refusal to look at him for a second longer warranted you to miss two things:
Zayne’s usually perfect hair seemed unkempt, like he had been running his fingers through it numerous times.
He refuses to look away from you even for a second.
And yet now that he occupies your space, you don’t know how to act. Why was he here anyway? You couldn’t bring yourself to act. Not when you caught a whiff of his perfume once again, making you want to both hurl in anxiety and lunge forward at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and just burying yourself in the comforts of his chest.
Zayne wasn’t doing much better either. The moment he read the comment from user evil_overlord901, he thought about how you’d go to terrifying lengths just to gather his attention. While he knows you won’t go that far, the thought still gnaws at his brain like a pesky pest. To the point where he might’ve broken a few traffic rules just to get to your place.
The silence hangs in the air, and Zayne doesn’t seem to know what to do now that he’s seen you all safe and sound. A thousand questions were running around in his brain, but he didn’t know where to start.
Nevertheless, he kept his eyes locked on your figure. Your elbow is propped on the table, your chin resting on the palm of your hand, and your glassy eyes sporting that distant look. He didn’t miss the swell of your eyelids nor the heavy bags starting to form. And for some reason, he hates himself for it. He hates how he barely noticed anything about you for the past month, how he felt utterly selfish for casting you aside.
He loathes it.
And yet, he couldn’t throw himself a pity party when all he wants right now is to take you within his comfort.
After a couple more minutes of silence between you two, Zayne inhales. “...Cheesecake_plushie73?”
“...What?” You turn your head towards him mechanically, blinking slowly at his words.
“Does that…phrase ring a bell to you?”
You chuckle nervously in response, “...I suppose?”
You see Zayne and his usual pensive expression written across his features. “You suppose…” He parrots.
“Why? What’s that about?” You ask, your voice a bit smaller.
“Nothing… Greyson just showed me this post from a forum that seems eerily like you.”
Like us.
“Oh. I see.”
“...Have I been neglecting you?”
“What?”
“I have, haven’t I?”
You attempt to school your expression into something neutral, but you couldn’t deny the wild thumping of your chest when you see the way his eyes bore into yours with such intensity that you were certain you could melt from it. Zayne reaches out from his seat, clasping both of your hands with his much bigger ones. You hold back a flinch, startled from the sudden contact after being deprived of one for way too long. His hands were warm, you note, much warmer than your freezing ones.
Before you could even respond, he abruptly stands up, which makes the chair almost tilt back, and immediately, he kneels across you. Your eyes widen, wanting to scramble and make him rise from the cramped space of your balcony, but before you could even do anything, his lips ghost over your fingers, and you feel electricity coursing through your veins.
“I’m sorry,” was all Zayne could murmur, “Your heart must be heavy from the weight of carrying our burdens.”
Your breathing constricts, and you feel your eyes well from his words alone. “It was foolish of me not to notice how you were going through such a terrible time, and I am so sorry for letting you go through that without me,” he continues, pressing chaste kisses on each of your fingers.
“Zayne, it’s nothing–”
“Please do not belittle yourself any further. I can’t stand seeing you speak so lowly of yourself, my love,” he says with finality that makes you clamp your mouth shut. He then turns his gaze back to you, his eyes soft and glassy, and you don’t miss the way his lips tremble. He then tightens his hold on your hands, pressing them onto his chest, “Do you feel how my heart only beats for you? How its pace quickens when I catch just a sight of your silhouette in the crowd?”
And you do.
The way his heart rapidly pounds in his chest, even when you lie on top of him as you snuggle, or even as mundane as fleeting embraces, when it’s time to say goodbye.
You always feel it.
“Only you have that effect on me, my love. And I despise myself for having you doubt my love for you. I have done poorly recently, so it seems,” Zayne continues, his hands still clutched tightly against yours. “There’s absolutely no one else that could make me feel this way. Only you.”
“Zayne…” Your lips wobble from the declaration of his love.
“Please forgive me for being such a terrible lover, my dear. There was no excuse to it,” he says, almost pleadingly.
You feel a lump forming in your throat, and before you know it, Zayne already unclasps his hand from yours, and you feel his warm thumb gently caressing the salty tears from your cheeks.
“It was just unfair, Zayne. How… how I felt so alone and miserable without having you by my side, while it felt like you were doing more than okay,” you mumble through fits of your tears.
“I was a fool, my love. Please don’t cry, it hurts me more than you know,” he whispers, inching closer to you.
You shake your head, “I’ve soon come to terms with the rejection, but I couldn’t accept how I was so lonely throughout the process. I just wanted you. But you had other plans. Other people to meet. Other people who seemed more important than I am, and I h-hated that…!”
The knot in your chest tightens as you finally let the damn burst wide open.
With no words left to say, Zayne rises from the floor and engulfs you in his tight embrace, letting your tears damp his shirt. He strokes your head carefully, humming to you as he tries his damndest not to cry with you.
The sight alone makes him physically ache as he continues to wallow in his regret and pity. For the first time in his life, Zayne feels helpless. He could only bring himself to hush you with comforting words like, “It’s okay, my love. I’m here now.” Or “I was an idiot. I didn’t love you properly when you needed it the most.”
And across you two, the sun slowly began to finally set, casting the last golden glow onto your skin. You claw tightly onto his back, desperate to feel that he is there with you and nowhere else.
“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, your tears slowly dissipating. “I felt so terrible that I posted our relationship on an online forum.”
“It’s okay, my love. You didn’t know what else to do, and that’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry too for neglecting you and hurting you in the process. I never desired for you to hurt because of me.”
You shake your head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say that it’s okay. You swallowed thickly, “I forgive you,” was all you could say.
“And I don’t deserve such forgiveness from the sweetest girl in the world.”
You chuckled half-heartedly, digging yourself closer to his chest and inhaling his scent much further, memorizing the warmth of his body, and how he holds you.
“Am not,” you retort jokingly.
“Yes, you are, miss cheesecake_plushie73.”
You weakly punch his stomach in response, laughing softly at his attempt to lighten the situation. He sighs contentedly, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.
“I love you, my dear.”
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 12 mins ago
UPDATE: I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I don’t know what to do.
I think I owe everyone an update here. My boyfriend and I had finally talked things through, and all my worries had vanished. Apparently, he was meeting up with all his childhood best friends, and it had been a decade since they last saw each other. He also apologized for the neglect, and he took two weeks off from his work to go on a short trip with me to make up for lost time. I felt silly for being worried, but he assured me that it was not silly to feel valid emotions and that we would work things through. I also apologized for closing myself off and for making up bad assumptions about his bestfriend. Anyway, I’m off to pack for our trip. Thank you all for all the advice and comments.
P.S. He also saw my post here which prompted our conversation T___T
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u/linkonsfinest ∙ 5 mins ago
see! all you need is a good ol’ conversation and everything’s okay! glad you fixed it, OP! despite him seeing the post and prompting the conversation lol. still, congrats!
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 3 mins ago Thank you.
u/starbunny ∙ 5 mins ago
Nice. Glad U worked it out.
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u/fishie_painter307 ∙ 5 mins ago
Finally some good news in my feed! Congrats, OP! Bring us some souvenir from the trip, will ya? ;)
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 2 mins ago Thank you! Also, my boyfriend said your comment was one of the reasonable ones including u/linkonsfinest. Except he didn’t like how you called me insecure lmao T__T ⬆️25
u/evil_overlord901 ∙ 3 mins ago
Aw, no fake deaths?
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u/cheesecake_plushie73 ∙ 1 min ago Please get off the internet. ⬆️90
a/n: heavily inspired by empty house by neck deep and is it over now by taylor swift !! also, i saw this reddit style format writing somewhere in tumblr and thought i had to give it a try!! comments r very much appreciated :)
