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I drew Caleb in Roblox, as one does

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It all started in the morning, in retrospective. You weren’t usually a negative person, but bad things just kept happening; from a burn while you were getting ready for work, being given the wrong order of food, and people making remarks that on a regular day would have been fine but today just fucking hurt. Yeah, it was going to be one of those.

Coming back home posed a greater challenge than usual, a heavy weight on your shoulders that you couldn’t seem to shake off. Your mind was wandering to places you preferred not to touch, product of an already difficult time. Eventually you came to long for something, someone. At first you tried not to, even though you were thinking about him since the early hours of the morning. But when you were looking for an excuse to borrow courage from him you came empty handed, settling for just wishing him a good morning and great day.

After all, you doubted Zayne would like to hear about your problems, he was just so busy with work that the idea of annoying him with your pettiness seemed mortifying. Even then, you should have known that he would notice, he always did.

A moment, then a little ping from your phone and when you took it out and read the message there it almost made you come to tears right where you were.

“Hello love, I’ve noticed you’ve been quieter than usual. Is everything alright?”

A simple question ended up dissolving you along with your resolve. It was all just a string of silly disturbances in your day but the truth is that it made you feel like shit, and what if you wanted comfort? What if the only thing you needed right now was to melt between the arms of the person you loved most?

“Tbh I kind of need you, would it be alright for us to meet tonight?” You messaged him, hopeful.

“Of course” was the answer.

Night came, and the first thing you did when you saw Zayne, coming back from a day at the hospital with the smell of disinfectant still lingering on his skin, was to hug him tightly. The warmth of his embrace a familiar melody that called out to your soul, his touch healing in a way that made all of today's hurdles slip away from your mind. He cradled your face delicately and placed kiss after kiss, making you feel at home.

Long after crying, taking a bath and eating a hearty dinner you were under the cover of your blankets, talking and talking about everything and nothing at all. Hopes, dreams and jokes that made your stomach hurt. What were you even sad about anyways? When you have Zayne, eager to pick up the pieces and put you back together.  

After all, he was your sanctuary. ✶⋆.˚

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A long time ago, when you were still going through school there used to be times where you would get frustrated. Maybe that one math problem seemed impossible to answer, or there was this science lesson that you could not for the love of god get inside your head.

That's when Zayne appeared.

And, okay, maybe there were times where you also understood perfectly the lesson but what if you still wanted Zayne to visit? What if you wanted him to see you with that warm gaze you liked to imagine was only for you? Your little study sessions being one of the only times you two were alone and oh my god, the way the rays of sunshine fall on his face while he's explaining something to you, is that not museum worthy?!

Suffice to say you were whipped, the force of the first love slamming into you. You were so nervous and fidgety and genuinely happy, so much so that you couldn't notice how you weren't the only one blushing, too nervous to know what to do with their hands. As you try to solve that one difficult-impossible to beat math problem you fail to notice Zayne, who's looking at you like you're the most precious being he has laid eyes on, and yes that gaze is reserved for you only. ₊˚⊹ᰔ

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Thinking about Zayne, coming home tired after such a long day at work but still wanting to give every ounce of his love to the person waiting for him. Even though his eyes are closing without his permission he still insists on kissing every part of your face the moment he crosses the entrance door, taking you in his arms in what seems to be a moment of respite.

He's finally here with you, breathing easy again. His heart, pumping furiously in his chest, the biggest prove of all the affection threatening to spill out all at once.

As you see him, in all of his desperate and raw touch starved glory, you cannot believe you once thought of this man as cold and aloof, how could you? When your Zayne is so lovely, soft and sincere.

You take his face with your hands, and as you lock eyes with him for a moment you lean forward and kiss him softly, hoping that he can feel how much you adore him too. ₊˚⊹♡