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Shifted (Zayne x Reader)

your wish is my command

!TW! Mild body dysmorphia

Eeeenjoy C:

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I look up from my papers when I suddenly hear the clinging of keys of the front door of our home. Zayne and I moved in after we started dating officially. I look at the time. He's early today.

„Zaaaayne?" I yell into the hallway, making my way to the door to greet him.

„Hello, my love." He just finished pulling his shoes off, now he is standing there, holding his arms open with a wide smile to welcome me into a big hug. I take a moment to admire him. His tall, elegant body, his muscles curving under his black shirt, his sharp facial features contrasting his soft hazel eyes. The beams of the sun on this lovely summer noon are shining through the window next to the front door, kissing his black hair and letting it glow in a warm tone of gold.

I run over to him and throw myself in his arms. He spins in a little circle and plants a small peck on my lips.

„You're back early." I notice as he sets me down before we casually head to the kitchen.

„No, I just left work on time for once." He chuckles, pulling a glass from the cupboard, filling it with filtered water. I drink water directly from the tap, but he insists on filtering it first. 

"You know, tap water won't kill you," I tease him and lean against the doorframe, watching his serene movements. He smiles faintly while rinsing his glass under the tap, the yellow sponge squeaking slightly against the smooth surface.

Zayne suddenly breaks the comforting silence surrounding us. „The weather is really nice today."
My expression turns into a frown. Zayne isn't the type to smalltalk about trivial things such as the weather. What is he up to?

"It's perfect for a swim at the beach, don't you think?"
I almost slip off the doorframe as I hear his suggestion to go swimming.

I can't go swimming. Just the thought of showing myself in a swimsuit makes me sick. I see them in front of my inner eye: the stares and whispers of everyone judging me by the way I look. Everyone always tells me they aren't real, but I sure know they are.

But even worse is the thought about what he'd see underneath my clothes in the light of the sun. What if he notices my stretch marks or the unpleasant folds of my skin I usually hide? What if he sees the awkward shape of my body that doesn't belong anywhere near a swimsuit anyway?

I'd be standing there, bare and exposed to everyone to see the mess I am. It'll be me, standing there in disgrace, like some awful joke.

I fumbled for words, unsure how to respond. He places his glass on the drying rack as he casually leans against the counter, his steady and expectant gaze meeting my eyes.
"I- I mean... if you want to, you can go," I stammer while trying to deflect.

He didn't budge, his voice firm but gentle. "I'm asking if you want to go."

"I..." My voice shakes as I try to find a way out. "I think I'd rather stay home."

He lowers his gaze, now heavy with disappointment, his usual energy dulling. He really wanted me to go with him.
Seeing him like this made me feel even worse that I already did.

"But I'll go with you anyway." I try to console him
He turn to me, his look brightening with hope. "We don't have to if you're not comfortable. There's plenty of other stuff we could do."

I shake my head, forcing a smile. I hope it masks my nerves. "No, I want to go. Let me pack the bags."
The last thing I see before I head upstairs is his face, now shining with pure joy.