A Close Look at What Makes SweetDream's Conversations Feel Human
Pull apart what we mean by realistic chat and a few specific things matter: memory, tone, pacing, and the willingness to ask questions back. SweetDream scores well on all four. Across several sessions on sweetdream.ai, the conversation didn't just respond to me; it was curious about me. My AI companion asked follow-ups, referenced details from earlier, and adjusted its mood to match mine instead of resetting to a default cheerfulness every message.
That responsiveness is partly a product of the setup. You design the looks, the personality, the voice and the little quirks, so the character has a coherent identity to express. The chat then stays in that lane convincingly rather than drifting. It's the difference between a costume and a character.
Worth noting that the surrounding features are strong without distracting from the core: striking AI-generated photos and videos, lifelike voice and phone calls, video and live cam with select characters, all wrapped in genuine privacy. But the reason it earns the best AI girlfriend label is simpler. The talking feels real.
Loveanddeepspace stuff for FREAKS, (aka nswf) You have been warned!!
you like deserts? Cause I sure do and so does Zayne. Certified candy fiend!
Summary: Eating sweets with Zaynie Waynie.
Other things that I don't know how to label: Vanilla sex? (Idk man ;-; this is my first time!!) With whip cream and other food stuff on body (Does that kind of stuff have a name?)
"Do you like taffy?" You asked softly, tossing your head to the side to hold your phone against your shoulder in order to pin in next to your ear as you grabbed a bag of laughy taffy from the shelf.
"To a certain extent, yes." The cool voice responded in return, his tone showing hits of exhaustion that he was clearly trying to hide. "However, if you want me to survive the next six hour I would rather you stuff me with something more satisfying."
"Oh yeah?" A smirked played on your lips as you looked over the options in the candy aisle. "What counts as satisfying? Starbursts, skittles, KitKats, pick your poison."
"Ugh..." You chuckled as you heard the groan come from the other line.
"I would prefer... Cake. Double chocolate, something that might cause me a heart attack and kill me before I have to go into surgery."
"Haha, oh honey~ It's just one more and then you'll be done for the night and once you are you can come over and I'll let you sleep until noon tomorrow. How does that sound?" You mused, walking out of the candy aisle and redirected to the bakery section.
A sigh pass over the other line.
"It's not sleep I'm missing."
"Oh?" You asked only somewhat focused on what he was saying as you eyed a large chocolate cake that perfectly matched his description of a heart attack worthy pastry with a thick mocha moose and lava center that matched seamlessly with the chocolate strawberries and cherries that sat on top.
Honestly, the only thing it was missing was whip cream.
"If there is one negative regarding my occupation it would be my limited free time." He huffed. "And as much as I enjoy healing others as best I can... I too have needs. Not only in the case of my body such as food and water along with sleep but mental ones as well... You, I need to see you."
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you brought your items to the cashier, an awe resting on the tip of your tongue but he spoke once more, interrupting you before you could speak.
"However, I don't plan on watching my time sleeping while I'm in your care. I require something much more... physically active."
You snapped back to full attention as the staff member scanned your items.
"Are you suggesting-"
"Yes."
"Tonight?"
"If you're willing."
The tips of your ears and back of your neck began to grow pink as the words processed in your mind.
"Aren't you tired?" You practically coughed out. "I mean you just had like- what three surgeries scheduled for today?"
"And tomorrow I have the entire day off." He cooed, her face burned as she could hear the smirk on his face. "Plenty of time to recover after some much needed exercise."
"Ah yeah- you do but I mean- What if I have work?? Did you think of the mister smarty pants??!" You scrambled, trying to throw him off his game just as he had done to you.
"I-... Hadn't thought of that." He admitted lowly, and for a split moment you too had felt like won a bit. Only for him to snap you back to reality with the next thing he said. "If that's the case then please dismiss my previous request."
You back tracked quickly, tripping over yourself to resynced as not to lose the once in a lifetime opportunity to hear Zayne of all people ask for sex.
"Well-! Luckily for you, I can call off." You heard a light hum over the other line.
"No, no. I wouldn't want you to call out just for my sake."
"I'm not! I wouldn't!"
"I apologize, Dear. They just paged me, I have to go. I'll see you at home." Zayne said softly, hanging up before you could even ask him to wait.
"Fuck!" You grunted into your phone before meekly facing the cashier as you remembered where you were. Quickly paying and running out to your car with your things in your arms.
Mc (squatting on the mattress in her pjs) : I SHALL REIGN OVER THIS MIGHTY BED FOR THE REST OF ITS DAYS AS I AM THE ONE AND ONLY KING OF THE PILLOW FORT!!!
Zayne (hiding behind an unironic pillow barricade): Wouldn't you rather be referred to as Queen of the pillow fort?
Mc: ... We're two grown ass adults having a pillow dispute. Let me have this.
hi! can you make a fic Zayne x female reader? the story is about Zayne who had to go out of town for work. then when he came home, his girl fell ill. he was a bit mad because she didn't tell him at all. she said she didn't want to bother him and Zayne was a bit disappointed when he heard it because he thought she didn't trust him. Zayne didn't talk but still took care of her. Zayne finally gave in as she cried and apologized. make it fluff because Zayne loves her very much🤗 I hope you understand what I mean💓
FEVER, TEARS... AND A SPRINKLE OF LOVE ft. zayne
content: hurt/comfort, fluff, fem!reader, established relationship (reader and zayne are married), reader is down with a cold, comforting words from zayne (after he says some harsh words tho)
a/n: thank you for your request!! i hope this is what you had in mind, because i really enjoyed writing this one. i love when zayne is depicted as a caring s/o, so precious :(. wc: 1.2k . rbs are very appreciated <3
m.list - TAGLIST - read here if you want to request
The faint light spilled inside the room, the cold and stillness reminding you that you’d have to be alone for quite a while.
The side of the bed next to you was cold and intact. Zayne didn’t get home yesterday.
You knew you were done for, the moment you woke up with a fever, no strength holding your limbs.
You tried to get up, groggily propping yourself up on your hands, letting out a cough, your throat sore and stingy.
It took you more effort than you thought.
Your phone vibrated next to you.
Good morning, honey. I’m sorry, but my schedule was suddenly pushed forward. I’m coming back this evening, are you alright? Do you need something?
You typed quickly.
Good morning baby, everything’s okay ♥
Then, dropped back down on the bed, your head too hazy from the sudden cold you’d caught.
Feeling your pulse hammering in your temples, you shut your eyes closed, trying to find the strength to get up and eat something in order to take medicine.
It took longer than you thought.
The pavement was freezing to the touch, your feet shivered, and so did your whole body.
In the bathroom mirror, you were met by a sickly figure, eyes puffy and dry lips. You tried to make it short, dreading every second that passed, awaiting the moment you’d be able to lie back down and… drown your exhaustion with some rest.
You only had a slice of toast, followed by a cup of water, so cold that it made you rethink your life choices as it hit your sore throat like a freezing wave.
The thermometer read 39 °C. Yes, down with a fever alright.
Gulping down some Ibuprofen, you headed back to bed.
You hated being sick, something about being too vulnerable, a dead weight that heavies on others. Most of the time, when Zayne wasn't around, you wouldn’t even tell anyone else you were unwell.
And, now that he was away, you didn’t want to burden him, keeping it a secret for just a while longer.
Your consciousness slowly faded, your eyelids heavy with tiredness, and slowly soft snores filled the bedroom.
It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that you were woken up by a cold caress on your forehead.
Slowly, your eyes opened, adjusting to the dimly lit room, until they focused on a figure beside you.
Zayne.
He hadn’t noticed you were awake yet. His features were stiff, cold, his eyes hidden by a pair of spectacles as they read over some papers. The glasses couldn’t hide the faint eyebags that shaded his under eyes, his countenance visibly tired.
You tried to talk, but the raspy voice that came out of your throat revealed inaudible and incomprehensible words.
Zayne’s gaze shot up, meeting yours.
His tense features softened, but his mouth didn’t curve upwards. The usual smile he greeted you with was nowhere to be seen.
“You are awake.” He got up from his seat, and crouched down, one hand removed the damp cloth from your forehead, the other felt your temperature.
“It’s lowering. How are you feeling?”
Something about his tone made you uneasy. It seemed too formal, the kind he used with his patients at the hospital.
You swallowed a hard lump, and nodding, you let out a “Better.”
It didn’t take a genius to understand he was mad.
So, you tried to shift the conversation.
“You said you’d be back in the evening…”
“Had I waited for evening to come, I’d have found you in the embrace of death.”
You bit your lip, and Zayne froze in place, realizing what had come out of his mouth. That wasn’t what he had intended to say at all.
You kept your mouth shut, your eyes burning.
“I'm sorry I… I didn’t mean to say that, I…” he scratched the back of his head, his brows furrowed.
You didn’t say a word, and simply turned the other way, the blanket covering half of your head, only your face was out.
Zayne didn’t say anything more.
The only sounds that were heard were some rustling, the clicking of the door shut and… silence.
When you were sure you were alone, warm tears slowly spilled over, wetting the pillow as your sobs filled the room.
You didn’t mean to cry, but something about the way his tone, that seemed sharper, unlike usual, or how his eyes didn’t have the same warmth in them, made your heart ache. Yes, maybe having a fever did make you more sensitive. But you couldn’t control your emotions, so you quietly cried out your pain, until the door opened and Zayne’s steps creaked, his figure slowly shifting closer.
He didn’t sit on the chair, but slid on the other side of the bed, leaving something on the bedside table as it clang in contact, then lay next to you.
One hand slowly tugged the covers away from your face, his pained gaze was met by your tear-stricken face and puffy lips.
“Don't cry,” he whispered, a finger wiping a tear that rolled down.
You tried to turn around, looking away, but he simply caressed your cheek, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you to his chest.
You cried in his arms, as he wrapped you in his embrace, making out a couple “Sorry”s and “I shouldn’t have”s amidst hiccups.
When your cries weaned, and your body stopped shaking, you slowly pulled away, embarrassed.
Zayne’s emerald pools held warmth and love, with a silent apology that made you forget the reason you’d been crying in the first place.
He sat up, one of his hands clasped to yours, your fingers weaved together, the demonstration of your bond.
“You should have told me this morning you were sick,” he let out, his finger rubbing circles on your skin.
“I know I… I just didn’t think it was something you should've worried about, I mean you were at work, and I took medicine before going back to sleep, I didn't want… to worry you over nothing,” you pressed your lips, speaking the last words in a hushed tone, feeling small under his inflexible gaze.
“Earlier, when I got home, I called out to you, only to be met with silence. I found you lying in bed, I called your name many times but you didn’t answer. I… I was thinking of the worst,” his tone expressed worry, his eyes even more.
You brought a hand to his face, grazing his warm skin.
“I’m sorry for not telling you, okay? I made you worry in the end,” you whispered. Zayne leaned into your warmth, pressing a hand over yours, caressing it gently, the way he knew would make your anxieties disappear, your fears vanish.
“Everything that concerns you, concerns me as well, no matter how small it is. You’ll never be a burden, not for me.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, gentle, his lips lingering a few seconds more than usual, like the silent promise he’ll always be around, “you’re my wife, and the love I feel for you is equal to none other.”
You nodded, a sudden warmth blooming in your chest.
Zayne then stretched his arms towards the bedside table, carrying the tray over to you.
“You should eat something, I made you some porridge,” he smiled, and for the first time, you thought it wouldn’t be bad to be sick more often, if that meant you'd get to be taken care of by him.
when that cuteness aggression hits… our men got no chance
sylus
you were curled up in bed beside him, tangled in soft sheets and the smell of his skin, when it hit you. he stretched his arms above his head with a tiny yawn—a yawn—and your entire soul combusted.
“you’re too cute, i can’t—” you squealed, launching on top of him.
“wha—?!”
you straddled his chest and immediately started kissing his face, forehead, cheeks, jaw, nose, rapid-fire affection while your hands gripped his soft sleep shirt. “too cute! too cute. you yawned like a sleepy fox and i’m gonna die.”
sylus’s entire face flushed a little, a stunned smile breaking through. “are you—mmph!—are you biting me?!”
you nibbled at his cheek, his jaw. “just a little! i have to! you’re so—ugh!—you’re like a cozy little dragon and i wanna eat you!”
he laughed helplessly beneath you, trying to fight back the way his heart was melting. “okay okay okay—i surrender, my lady,” he said, cupping your face as you smothered him in love. “just don’t actually eat me. i’m low in calories.”
caleb
he’d just pulled you close, settling behind you, warm and solid, when he pressed a sleepy kiss to the back of your neck and whispered, “goodnight, baby.”
and you froze. because the way his voice dropped, the way his hand slid around your waist, the way he nuzzled you with that deep velvet voice…
“nope. too cute. too hot. i can’t—!!” you rolled over and tackled him, smothering his face in kisses, squealing. “you’re too perfect! i have to kiss your stupid handsome face right now.”
caleb blinked in shock. then grinned, wide and wolfish. “damn, baby. you wanna kiss me or devour me?”
you bit at his cheek gently, planting kisses down his jaw. “yes.”
he laughed, low and pleased. “i didn’t know bedtime came with a feral girlfriend pack.”
“you’re not safe anymore.”
he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him. “take me. i’m yours. just don’t be mad when i kiss you back ten times harder.”
xavier
you were mid-snuggle, your face tucked against his chest while his hand ran slow, comforting lines down your spine. then he made this little humming noise. a soft, sleepy one, like a cat purring.
you lost your mind. “xavier—” you squeaked, launching up on your knees.
he opened one eye, confused. “…what?”
“you just purred. you actually purred. i cannot.” you tackled him in a flurry of kisses, hands gripping his face, biting softly at his lip. “you’re too sexy and too cute and it’s not fair.”
xavier blinked rapidly, trying to hide the massive grin that broke through. “i—i purred?”
“yes and it was illegal.”
he pulled you on top of him, grinning now, letting you smother him in kisses. “alright. fine. i purr for you and you go full love monster.”
“you deserve it.”
“i’ll try to purr again tomorrow.”
zayne
you were almost asleep. then zayne rolled over, blanket tangled at his waist, messy dark hair falling across his forehead, and he looked at you with the softest sleepy eyes, voice rough with exhaustion.
“you good, babe?”
you stared, then squealed. “nooooooo— why are you so cute when you’re tired?!” you climbed onto him and bit his shoulder, kissing all over his face while he blinked up in shock. “you’re adorable. i’m gonna explode. your voice just now? i wanna bottle it. i wanna bite it.”
“the hell?!” zayne choked out, laughing, grabbing your waist. “you’re attacking me!”
“yes. shut up. let me love you.”
he gave up trying to fight it, grinning wildly as you kissed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck. “you’re lucky i like you,” he muttered, voice warm.
“you love me.”
“yeah. that too.”
rafayel
rafayel was spooning you, chest warm against your back, breath soft on your ear. “i love you,” he whispered. “i could hold you forever.”
then he nuzzled into your hair and let out this soft little sigh. you died. on the spot.
you turned in his arms and attacked, peppering kisses across his cheeks and down his neck. “nope. you’re too cute. i warned you, rafayel. i told you i get like this when you’re all sweet and sleepy!”
he gasped like you’d insulted his honor. “cute? me?!”
“you are a cuddly little fish and i’m gonna bite you—”
you did, lightly, right on his collarbone. he groaned. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“you like it.”
“…i love it,” he whispered, grabbing your hips and flipping you gently beneath him. “but if you keep biting, i might start biting back.”
It's been a little while! Sorry- I had fanfics to read :>
I'm writing this one for a commenter, so I hope YOU enjoy this specifically. (Orv type reference...)
Zayne x Reader, Gender neutral reader, Not Mc reader (Don't worry this isn't edgy. I just needed to write about parents because I refuse to believe that Grandma wouldn't have allowed video game- I MEAN LOOK AT CALEB!!! THAT IS A GAMER IF I HAVE EVER SEEN ONE!!! And I don't think Grandma was sexist.)
Summary: Zayne plans a game night as a date after learning that your parents never allowed you to play as a kid.
You stared at the screen that displayed bright flashing lights. The shades of red and blue reflecting in your eyes as you stood there in front of the Tv.
"Are you alright?" You turned to Zayne, who handed you a cup of tea.
"Oh- Oh!" You shook yourself from the daze. "Yeah, I'm fine. Uh but what's this?"
He cocked his head at you, a look of amusement blessed his features as he looked between you and the Tv. As though you were playing a joke at him.
"Mario Cart..." He said carefully.
You could only blink in response.
Zayne stared at you intensely, the amusement turning into confusion.
"Have you never played before?..."
You shook your head, sheepishly in response. "Honestly? I haven't even heard of it before. My parents didn't let me play games growing up... They really wanted me to focus on my studies."
The silence on his part caused you to look up at him in return. You blinked in surprised as you were met with his mouth slightly ajar. A testament to his astonishment. (It took everything in you not to stick your finger in his mouth to touch his tongue.)
"Um... Are you gonna say something?..." Your nerves rising in your throat as he gawked at you.
"Really?" He finally spoke. A higher pitched tone then you thought was possible for him.
"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?" You chuckled as he processed.
"So- You've... Never played any video games?"
"Um well a few mobile games here and there but console or pc? No, not at all. My mother said they would rot my brain and banned them from the house."
"It's decide then."
"Huh? What is?" You blinked as he sat you on the floor placing the controller in your hands.
He leaned closer to you, placing his hands over yours, showing you how to move the character on the screen.
"You... and me..." You could hear the smile on his lips as he whispered in your ear. "Have a date with Mario cart and all the games in my collection."
"Oh... really?" You looked up at him, making contacted with the affectionate look on his face.
"If you want, of course."
You nodded, spending the next few hours on various games that he had on his shelf. Not all of them of course, but enough to say that you were no longer a stranger to the controls.
Finally getting the chance to explore the games that you never gotten to in your childhood.
Zayne is like a walking Ac but as much as you use him to cool down, he uses you like a pocket warmer. Taking your hand in his or gliding his sock less feet against yours in bed, making you squeal at how cold it is. He'll wrap his arms around you so that you can't escape as he sucks in your heat.
He doesn't really snore but breath pretty heavily, unconsciously nuzzling his head into your shoulder. Sleeps on his back typically unless he's sleeping next to you. Has multiple cute eye masks that he wears every night.
If he's doing work at home, he'll invite you to sit on his lap. Letting you drift off to sleep as he continues type away on his computer, satisfied just to have you so near.
He likes to hand you things, casually passing random objects to him in order to brush his skin against yours. He knows that he can just ask to hold your hand, but he likes to see the little blush that crawls on to your cheeks when it happens "accidently."
There are moments you have wondered if he has insomnia, the mornings you would see him and it looked like he didn't sleep. Those eye bags are designer. Yet whenever you sleep over, he never seems to have any problems sleeping. Immediately falling into a peaceful slumber by your side.
Sleep is easier with you, eating is easier with you, everything is easier with you...
Things you may not have noticed about the LADS Boys
Just things I noticed that no one really talks about.
Xavier:
Can't cook to save his life but can grow all the ingredients! Has a lot of plants and just a green thumb
Doesn't really argue, saw this in a text message but he kinda just takes it.
HUGE READER, I have seen a few mentions of this, but I need more people to realize HE IS THE BOOKTOK GIRLIE OF THE GROUP!! (Sylus is a close second, just not enough read time on his hands like Xavier.)
Naturally smart, did very well in school. But he was the guy that just slept through every class and then after the test pulled up with a score of 98/100.
Owns a robot Vacuum, THE POTENTIAL FANART PEOPLE!!!
May not be good at it but takes a lot of photos.
Doesn't game much but is good at everything he plays, (except crain machines..)
Sylus:
Good at taking pictures and is the boyfriend behind the camera of every amazing Instagram post.
Doesn't smile in pictures not taken by Mc.
Reads quite a bit as well, (I hc that's where he got the whole hand on wall thing from- he's been studying!!!!)
Has a few of his favorite snapshots made into keychains
Not the best at posing- His words!
Caleb:
Does Mc's hair a lot. But isn't good with heat styling, like curling or flat irons.
He knits!
Dinosaur freak, aka beetles from the Jurassic era
Played Basketball-
Huge nerd- Builds Lego sets, haha that dork. (Cute dork)
(Sorry I couldn't find anymore not obvious facts about him... :'C)
Rayafel:
Can't ride a bike, poor fishie. Two left feet I guess?
Can speak many languages, omg love languages would be so hot in his voice-
yummy blood according to mosquitos, gets bitten a lot.
Not the best at baking.
Lilies are his favorite flower.
Comment section pulling in clutch! Rafayel used a piece of bread as an eraser once and then ate it. Bro- Reuse, Repurpose, Recycle? Environmentally conscious king! (We love to see it.)
Zayne:
SO SMART HE SKIPPED GRADES IN COLLEGE
LIKES BARBECUE?!?!?
ARTIST??!??! RAYAFEL TWIN????
Doesn't know to sleep in- body wakes up at the same time without an alarm.
Goes to the gym late at night
Zayne meal plans and makes extra for Mc.
This just in from the comment section, Zayne is a confirmed gamer, I repeat Zayne is a confirmed gamer.
Imagining the Lads boys as fast-food workers. (United States)
Xavier- Mcdonalds
Sleeps in the back
CASHIER, one too many times burned the food and was sent to the front for the rest of his time there.
Often gives his discount to other people that he feels needs it, sneaks extra toys in the happy meals.
Has fallen asleep on the cash register
Rayafel- Taco Bell
Agrees with the ethics the company uses for their meat. (He heard they use end of life dairy cows but didn't really look into it.)
Work at the later shifts since it doesn't close until 2 am.
Has the job for funnies and often ends up paying for people meals since he's bored and just wants to see drunk or stoned people be stupid.
often on his phone telling Mc to come visit him. Baja blast KING
Sylus- Panera bread
It looks clean and fresh but it's still a fast-food joint
Likes the food to some degree.
Charming ass cashier, everyone falls for his charm, customer's favorite.
Gives people recommendations like a five-star food critic (Which he definingly is) talking about things like texture and pairing items. "The bread bowl with the Mac and cheese? No, no no. Much to similar those items. Might I suggest the Caesar salad instead?"
Caleb- Arby's (Since Applebee's is closing down D:)
They have the meats! (You may think Xavier would work here because he loves meat but I would say he doesn't even know it exists.)
Sucker for curly fries, buys huge amounts with his employee discount and shares them with Mc.
Cooks, obviously, has perfected the orange cream shake.
Switches jobs after the Applebee's location he used to work at shut down. Cried in Mc's lap for weeks!
Zayne- Culver's (MIDWEST KING)
Likes any form of ice cream but I think he would be a slut for custard.
Employee of the month, every month. All-star Employee, the GOAT, ALL ROUNDER, GOLDEN BOY HE CAN DO IT ALL. Cleans, cooks, cashier, runner. Whatever needs to get done will get done under his watch.
Managment's favorite, customer's favorite, co-worker's favorite (Will cover anyone's shift he is so used to working that he feels weird if he works less then 60 hours a week)
What type of pet do I think the Lads boys would be.
Omg, I think this is the first time I'm posting about all the LADS guys- How crazy is that?
Obviously, the game was each guy represented by an animal but I'm going off of general vibe and behavior. Hcs!
Xavier: Bunny/ Duck vibe
Bunny is for obvious reasons, crackhead energy. Mile a minute speed. Those paws are E rated.
Duck, ducks are clingy man! Ever seen friends? Yeah, that's Xavier, following you around and quacking at anyone that gets to close. Also really silly, goofy little guy.
Rayafel: octopus
I know we joke around Rayafel being a fish but genuinely I think he gives off octopus
Smart and able to get in and out of the water, does he's own thing. Would sneak out of his tank all the time. You would find him on your bed and in your laundry bin. Also, you're sink filled to the brim because the man needs to breath.
Caleb: Dog
Major dog vibes but like specifically Austrian Shepard.
Very smart, trainable, eager to work. Loyal and affectionate BUT AND MOST IMPORTANTLY SOCIAL BUT PROTECTIVE AND WARY OF STRANGERS.
Sylus: Bearded Dragon
I mean come on- it's right in the name!
Doesn't act the typical pet, submission is a form of affection. Hard to understand sometimes but doesn't make him any harder to love~!
Zayne: Guinea pig
Shy but social creatures. Cuddly and clingy with their owners.
Sometimes he runs away without a real reason as to why- he's just scared but give them time and soon he'll come to you first and place a paw on your hand before crawling up to snuggle you.
I loved making this! Any suggestions of what I should do next?
Once you start dating, Zayne is baffled at how you're able to do anything with your hair at all.
With 1a hair the man has never had to do much with his hair at all. All he had to do was brush it and he was good to go. At most he would put a bit of gel in it on special occasions but otherwise it was all the same. Nothing in comparison to you.
In high school, Zayne would hear about your struggles. How your hair didn't want to 'behave' or that you were running late cause there was a large knot or how you didn't have time to shower so now it was being held prisoner in your claw clip or ponytail.
It's not that he thought you were being dramatic, he just didn't understand when you would say things like. "Ugh I hate having curly hair." along with "My arms hurt all the time." and the on occasion. "I had to get a new brush, the old one sucks/broke."
Zayne loved your hair; it was soft and framed your face perfectly. The many times he would reach out and touch it, playing with them. Pulling on the ends and watching them spring back up in their shape.
But see is believing or at least in this case sleeping over was eye opening experience.
Not only did you shower and brush your hair, but you also used something called "curl cream"? The man was very confused as you ran the white paste through your thick curls, pulling on the strands before wrapping it around your finger, letting it fall as a perfect defined curl.
Zayne couldn't help but stare as you performed this magical ritual. Amazed to learn that this was how you did your hair.
Amused when you defused your hair and confused when you put it up in a bonnet. Following you around like a cat around your apartment.
"Can I help you sir?" You confront him, catching him off guard. A playful jest as you questioned him.
"I was unaware of your process, I was curious." He mused looking you over. "This is what you do every night?"
You stared back at him, your brow arching upwards a humourism smile playing on your lips.
"No, just on wash days."
"Wash days?" He pondered aloud, the concept escaping him.
"Oh honey!" You called out lovingly, turning to him fully and giving him a pat on the cheek.
"You're so cute, I'll explain this all to you later. Come on. Let's go to bed now hon."
