#anyways it’s time to go to sleep I’m losing it

[amaru-love-writings]

Zayne finally confesses

“Wait!” His strained voice did nothing to prevent the woman in black mini skirt from leaving.

The breeze outside was too cold for her to be roaming with that outfit.

Zayne took long strides and held her arm in a strong grip, effectively stopping her; but also ruining her balanced strides in the black heels. It complemented her tanned complexion quite well. “Sorry”, he muttered as her fiery brown eyes shot holes on his face. His lips quivered, he wanted to say something else, anything that would make her stay.

But she beat him to it; she always did, “you’re not my boyfriend, Zayne. Don’t try to tell me what I can or cannot do!” She spat between her teeth; the imperfect line of teeth that could bite his heart out.

“It wasn’t-“, he started; but a sudden jerk of her arm interrupted his sentence.

“Oh, I know all about, Zayne. You always mean well… but just don’t!” Her fists were sealed, the knuckles losing some of their pigmentation as her frustration seeped through the seams. Her eyes avoiding his, the frown growing impossibly deeper, creating ridges where once there was a smooth surface covered by a slight sheen that he had no clue where it came from. “Not today. Today, I want to have a night out, get drunk, fuck some random guy and sleep like a log.”

His eyes shot open; her brash words had caught him off guard, “what? You’re not serious, Sam!”

There it was again, her eyes shooting arrows, bullets and missiles at him, “and who’s gonna stop me?” The words left her open mouth as more than a threat; it was a promise. No one would stop her.

“You need to take care of yourself, Sam. Your last report had a spike in-“ he stammered; unable to stop the words from urgently flowing through his thin lips.

“So what! If I die I’ll be back anyway, right? They made sure of it!” Tears fell as she shouted.

Passersby watched the scene in silent judgment; Zayne could only focus his attention on the shiver that crossed her shoulders at the very end of her words.

“That doesn’t give you the right to waste yourself…”

It seemed to be the last straw, as she physically shook him by the shoulders. Not enough to throw his balance; but enough to make his arm retreat.

“Are you taking this away too? Don’t I have the right over my body, my soul? What else do you want from me?” Her glance was beyond him; as if she was shouting at someone above him.

“This is the closest thing I have to dying. If you’ve seen how these men treat me, Zaynie, you’d understand… I need it; it’s my only rest.”

She no longer sounded angry; only weakened by some invisible weight. Her words stabbed his heart in a way no ice shard could.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I know I’m not the best at this… but I want to be. I want to help you in any way I can. I want to love you in any way I can…” his hazel eyes locked in her shocked ones. He saw himself amidst a haze of tears.

“What did you just say?” A hiccup was the only remnant of her crying; she was now hugging herself.

“I said I love you, Samantha.” He did not falter. Those words had been choking him since the first time they met after all those years; it kept him awake as his days flew by in med school; and every day in his office. And only now seemed to have enough power to surface through years of repressed feelings. The box was open, “I’ve always had you on my mind; sometimes, I could barely sleep thinking how you were; where you were and if you had someone… I wanted to let you know sooner; but-“

His attention must have slipped for a second as he spilled his heart to the woman he loved, for when he came to, her lips were smudged against his in a passionate kiss; a gesture of longing and desperation.

A kiss that left both chasing each other; and then parting ways in shocked expressions and panting mouths.

“I swear, Zaynie; you love me more that I do” she smiled sadly, but did not let go of his cheek, “are you sure you want this mess?” She looked earnestly at his eyes, as a lie detector would pay attention to the heart beats.

“Mess? Sam, I’d give away everything if I could stand with you through it all.” He held her hand in his and gave it a peck, one on each knuckle.

“I won’t allow refunds, do you hear me, baby panda?” He smiled at her pet name; since that day on the claw machine she had grown fond of it.

“Ditto.”

The breeze now carried a certain something of spring. And both exchanged loving glances as Zayne’s car moved through the busy streets of Linkon.

A.N.: This is a fanfic for Love and Deepspace. All the rights are reserved to Infold. This is only meant for entertainment and appreciation for the world of Lnds. Please, do not repost, copy or translate. Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Enjoy.

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[moonkhao]

hi.

[goldenhypen]

guys i was so fortunate and lucky to get to see enhypen irl tonight :’) sooo grateful omg it was so good and i’m going coocoo bonkers crazier than ever rn

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

should i sleep for a hundred million years or purposefully stop sleeping just to see what happens

[loderlied]

i will go to sleep NOW 🫵 (pointing at myself)

[cashweasel]

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[seventh-district]

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[binders-and-beanies]

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guess who had to backtrack the entire nightsong confrontation because she assumed the tiefling rescue mission was part of assaulting moonrise towers

[foxgloveinspace]

I am back in 24/7 sleep token lock down. No other music. No other thoughts.

It’s been two days and my creativity is back.

I swear if I thought sleep was real he’d be a god of creativity and not chaos….. creativity through chaos?? Perhaps.

[exopelagic]

I wiped out so hard tonight my KNEES

[southislandwren]

The next genius move my family has pulled is making me, notorious for losing my shit when I get hot, sleep in an un-air conditioned house when it’s literally 85 degrees out at 11pm. And this is AFTER making me go to fireworks (loud, boring, annoying) and go to a whole different stupid family party (boring, awkward, fucking hot)

[milo-is-rambling]

Someone tell me how to make me not hate myself and make my family not think I’m a bitch and make me want to see my family or drive back down the coast or stay in strange places or do anything other than kill myself I mean whaaatttt haha what a weird thing to say *stares directly into the camera knowingly*