⊠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 !
u/cheesecake_plushie73 Â â Â 12h
I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I donât 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 Iâve memorized all of their quirks and personalitiesâbut thatâs 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 isâthe 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 wasnât 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 wouldâve 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, heâs that famous). However, I couldnât bring myself to ruin his evening. And so, initially, I understood the situation since I donât 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.Â
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.Â
While I am aware that his best friend is also in a relationship (with their other childhood friend, it seems), I still canât help but feel uneasy about the situation.
It has been a month since I noticed this behavior, and Iâm not sure whether this was already occurring before, as my boyfriend could come off as nonchalant at times and stoic.
Usually, Iâm 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?Â
EDIT: Please do not post this on other social media sites, Iâm afraid he might see.Â
u/linkonsfinest â  12h
first off, iâm so sorry to hear about your career rejection. iâm 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 itâs public, after all.
u/cheesecake_plushie73 Â â Â 12h
Thank you for your kind words. But I would have if he had given me just a few minutes of his time.
EDIT: Whatâs with the downvotes?
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u/starbunny   â  11h
Ignore them, OP. Itâs 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.Â
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u/fishie_painter307Â Â â Â 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 youâre just as amazing and as hardworking as he is. But I didnât 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 isnât the type to care until the last minute.
u/cheesecake_plushie73 Â â Â 10h
The last comment seemed unnecessary, but it felt like cold water splashing me. Maybe itâs the truth. Thanks.
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u/evil_overlord901 Â â Â 10h
Since heâs a doctor, you should just pretend youâre on the verge of death to make him worry and as revenge for his neglect, hahaha.
u/cheesecake_plushie73Â â Â 10h
Iâm not that crazy enough.
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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.Â
âWhat have you done to my friend?â Greyson asked, brows knit together. âPardon?â Zayne could only reply.Â
Greyson scoffs, running a hand through his hair, âThey were right, you really donât seem to care.â
âWhat is going on?â Zayne asks, finally setting down the pen he has in between his fingers. âIs there something the matter?â
The younger man holds back a grumble under his breath, âJust see for yourself.â 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 donât know what to do.
âWhat is this supposed to be, Greyson?â Zayne asks, âIs this what the staff are gossiping about in the hallway today?â
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 wasnât his business to pry into whatever they were gossiping about.
âThey were gossiping about you, Dr. Zayne.â
The conversation seemed like it was going nowhere, so Greyson just sighed defeatedly while retrieving his phone. A resounding ping! echoed from Zayneâs phone.
âI sent you the link to the post. Make sure to read every single word and tell me that isnât you.â
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 heâs memorized it? Heâs sure at this point that user cheesecake_plushie73 is most definitely you. Thereâs no denying it, with the way you described the circumstances and your impeccable writing style that mimics his. Yes, heâs certain itâs you.
Smoke curls from the teacup youâve 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 youâve 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 postâthat itâs just redirection. However, you canât help but feel that the redirection that the rejection launched in your way also involved your relationship with Zayne.
Youâre sure youâve told Zayne about the promotion, how you applied for it, and how the chances of getting in seemed highly possible. And yet, you canât 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 youâve made up since you received his message that he was meeting his childhood friend.
It was silly, and since then, youâve felt perpetually stupid for thinking horrendously of your boyfriend. You know he wouldnât cause such a scene like that, to see another woman behind your backâit was preposterous! The thought still makes you gag to the point where you couldnât 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 wouldâve already done so.
Which somehow makes you hurt more.
Youâve 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? Youâre 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 couldnât bring yourself to stay inside your house.Â
The doom and gloom of the space makes the apartment stuffier than usual, and no matter how much youâve dusted the space, youâve felt like going through different stages of your chest tightening. Perhaps itâs because of the memories that it carries, the way the air permeates Zayneâs 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 couldnât take it.
The apartment feels heavier, and you couldnât bring yourself to go back inside. And so, as a remedy, you find yourself tucked away on the balcony with a book youâve 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 youâve been wanting to hear for the past month.
And yet, what is that something that you want to hear from him?
And what were you going to respond anyway?
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 didnât 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.
âIâve gone to your work, and they told me you were sick⌠Are you okay?â
You sit upright, smiling meekly at Zayne. âYou surprised me.â
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, âWould you like some tea?â 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 donât know what to do.
âWhy would I surprise you?â He asks.
âI dunno⌠Itâs been a while since youâve come here. And itâs unlike you to drop by unannounced,â you say with a faint chuckle.Â
âOh. Iâve left a text. But your notifications were silenced.â
You picked up your phone and went to your messages, and lo and behold, he did send a message just twenty minutes ago.
âTwenty minutes ago?â You say out loud before you can even stop yourself.
â...Is there a problem?â
You sheepishly rub the back of your head before setting your phone back down, âNothingâŚâ You begin hesitantly, âYou usually just give me a heads up at least hours prior. But itâs no big deal. Iâm not complaining!â 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.Â
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:
Zayneâs 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 donât know how to act. Why was he here anyway? You couldnât 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.Â
Zayne wasnât doing much better either. The moment he read the comment from user evil_overlord901, he thought about how youâd go to terrifying lengths just to gather his attention. While he knows you wonât go that far, the thought still gnaws at his brain like a pesky pest. To the point where he mightâve broken a few traffic rules just to get to your place.
The silence hangs in the air, and Zayne doesnât seem to know what to do now that heâs seen you all safe and sound. A thousand questions were running around in his brain, but he didnât know where to start.Â
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 didnât 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.Â
And yet, he couldnât 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. â...Cheesecake_plushie73?â
â...What?â You turn your head towards him mechanically, blinking slowly at his words.
âDoes thatâŚphrase ring a bell to you?â
You chuckle nervously in response, â...I suppose?â
You see Zayne and his usual pensive expression written across his features. âYou supposeâŚâ He parrots.
âWhy? Whatâs that about?â You ask, your voice a bit smaller.
âNothing⌠Greyson just showed me this post from a forum that seems eerily like you.â
â...Have I been neglecting you?â
âI have, havenât I?â
You attempt to school your expression into something neutral, but you couldnât 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.Â
âIâm sorry,â was all Zayne could murmur, âYour heart must be heavy from the weight of carrying our burdens.â
Your breathing constricts, and you feel your eyes well from his words alone. âIt 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,â he continues, pressing chaste kisses on each of your fingers.
âZayne, itâs nothingââ
âPlease do not belittle yourself any further. I canât stand seeing you speak so lowly of yourself, my love,â 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 donât miss the way his lips tremble. He then tightens his hold on your hands, pressing them onto his chest, âDo 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?â
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 itâs time to say goodbye.
âOnly 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,â Zayne continues, his hands still clutched tightly against yours. âThereâs absolutely no one else that could make me feel this way. Only you.â
âZayneâŚâ Your lips wobble from the declaration of his love.Â
âPlease forgive me for being such a terrible lover, my dear. There was no excuse to it,â 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.Â
âIt 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,â you mumble through fits of your tears.
âI was a fool, my love. Please donât cry, it hurts me more than you know,â he whispers, inching closer to you.
You shake your head, âIâve soon come to terms with the rejection, but I couldnât 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 thatâŚ!â
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, âItâs okay, my love. Iâm here now.â Or âI was an idiot. I didnât love you properly when you needed it the most.â
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.
âIâm sorry,â you hiccup, your tears slowly dissipating. âI felt so terrible that I posted our relationship on an online forum.â
âItâs okay, my love. You didnât know what else to do, and thatâs okay,â he murmurs. âIâm sorry too for neglecting you and hurting you in the process. I never desired for you to hurt because of me.â
You shake your head, but you couldnât bring yourself to say that itâs okay. You swallowed thickly, âI forgive you,â was all you could say.Â
âAnd I donât deserve such forgiveness from the sweetest girl in the world.â
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.
âAm not,â you retort jokingly.
âYes, you are, miss cheesecake_plushie73.â
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.
âI love you, my dear.â
u/cheesecake_plushie73 Â â Â 12 mins ago
UPDATE: I (25F) feel like my boyfriend (27M) is falling out of love with me, and I donât 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, Iâm off to pack for our trip. Thank you all for all the advice and comments.Â
P.S. He also saw my post here which prompted our conversation T___T
u/linkonsfinest â  5 mins ago
see! all you need is a good olâ conversation and everythingâs okay! glad you fixed it, OP! despite him seeing the post and prompting the conversation lol. still, congrats!
u/cheesecake_plushie73 Â â Â 3 mins ago
Thank you.Â
u/starbunny   â  5 mins ago
Nice. Glad U worked it out.Â
u/fishie_painter307Â Â â Â 5 mins ago
Finally some good news in my feed! Congrats, OP! Bring us some souvenir from the trip, will ya? ;)
u/cheesecake_plushie73 Â â Â 2 mins ago
Thank you! Also, my boyfriend said your comment was one of the reasonable ones including u/linkonsfinest. Except he didnât like how you called me insecure lmao T__T
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u/evil_overlord901 Â â Â 3 mins ago
u/cheesecake_plushie73Â â Â 1 min ago
Please get off the internet.
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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 :)
