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tw// mental health issues

I have been feeling like shit, not even able to come out of bed and I have dropped a shit ton of weight, and in this situation I always yearn for someone to take care of me. And once again,sorry if my English is bad.

How would Caleb take care of you during a bedrotting period?

Caleb and you grew up together, he had the knack of seeing right through you, and he realised you weren't feeling quite yourself when your messages started to get drier and you left him on 'read' for hours.

Back in the day, he'd just barge into your room to wind you up, bringing snacks from the corner shop, trying to distract you from dark thoughts. Just knowing you were alright made him feel better.

But now he was in Skyhaven, no longer living next door. The moment he realised you were feeling under the weather, he was back in Linkon City, unlocking your flat door (you never told him the code but you'll question him about that later) to be greeted by a dark room.

It was untidy, with clothes strewn across the floor and dirty dishes piled in the kitchen. He pushed open the bedroom door, the soft sound of your phone playing some random penguin documentary in the background, and a small lump in the duvet that he assumed was you.

He leaned in and saw your tired face, it looked as if you'd been crying nonstop for days. Your hair was a mess, and your pyjamas hung loosely on your now thinner frame.

And when you saw Caleb's puppy-dog eyes, you burst into tears, hugging his waist as he patted your back, whispering soothing words. He practically dragged you out of bed, pushing you towards the bathroom.

He filled the bath with warm water and helped you bathe, gently brushing your tangled hair before washing it. It wasn't sexual, quite the opposite, it was the most tender way to show his affection.

He even cooked your favourite meal while you sat on the sofa, wearing fresh, clean pyjamas. He never judged you, nor did he question you, he knew what it was like to have dark thoughts tormenting you relentlessly.

—I'm always here for you, pipsqueak.— He whispered sweetly, then kissed your forehead.

He'd held you every time you cried in the past, and he always would.

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tw//self harm

honestly, I am only writing this scenario to feel better about my scars, to feel less disgusting ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. I highly doubt anyone will read this but sorry for my English, it's not my native language.

How would Zayne react to self harm scars?

The first time Zayne spotted the faint lines on your wrist, he figured they were just battle scars from being a Hunter.

You two were practically attached at the hip, so Zayne knew something was brewing in that pretty head of yours. And, as your doctor, he peeked at your medical history so he knew that you went quite frequently to appointments with one of the psychiatrists at the hospital.

Movie night at his place, an usual date for you two. You were always very careful at hiding the scars, no matter how faded they were. You dreaded his reaction, worried he'd find them repulsive and leave you (though Zayne would never). But tonight, comfort clouded your mind, and you didn't even realize you'd let the disgusting scars peek out. When Zayne saw them, his heart sank. He gently cupped your forearms, his thumbs tracing the lines softly. He wanted to ask why, but he knew that the brain sometimes played games and hurting yourself felt like it was the only option to stop the mental pain. Suddenly, tears welled up rolling down your cheeks, you looked at his concerned gaze with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.

He cupped your face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Then, he pulled you closer, the gentlest kiss landing on your lips. He peppered your face with soft kisses, then slowly trailed down, each kiss landing on a scar, a warm press of his lips erasing the painful reminders for a moment.

After that day a weight was lifted off your shoulders, finally feeling totally comfortable with Zayne. Nothing really changed in your relationship, Zayne would never leave you and less for something like that.