just woke up from a noon nap

A Little Bit of Poe

Summary: Lin is good at a lot of things, but being sick is not one of them.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

A/N: This was originally supposed to be short. For @gratitudejoyandsorrow because she works too hard.

Lin was terrible at being sick. He had been trying to hide it from you for the past few days, but you weren’t that thick. You awoke to the sound of him drumming on every surface he could reach, trying to figure out a beat. Armed with a thermometer, you entered the living room. His hair was getting long, and it fell around his face in a way that you found oddly attractive, since he usually kept it short. Bits of paper were strewn around him, littering the floor where the garbage can used to be. He had turned it upside down and was using it as a drum.

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High note competition w/ Chenle
  • helloo, hehe i’m rlly tired i want 2 sleep
  • but it doesn’t matter, you know what’s important now
  • that i n e e d to hear chenle doing a high note man
  • sm always gives donghyuck and maybe jun all the high notes but
  • i’m so happy for doing other masterpost for this lil sunshine <3
  • did you know that he’s my son, he’s two days younger than me
  • but anywaysss let’s start
  • okkkk so,,,,
  • he’s ur boyfie here!!!
  • y’all have been dating for some months now
  • and honestly is the cutest relationship
  • both of you are adorable together hdjsgajfd
  • he would probably make you laugh all the time with his weird ass personality
  • i mean whY IS hE sO wEIrd
  • and everytime he’s with you he’s smile is ten time brighter
  • y’all just make each other so happy, aw
  • but anyways that’s not important
  • going to the story,
  • both of you are in the dorms rn okay
  • you were in front of the computer watching some vids
  • my first and last to be exact,, <3
  • and you suddenly are like
  • “why they never give you high notes?? i’m pretty sure you can do them too”
  • “i guess but donghyuck’s voice is better, tho”
  • “yes, everyone knows that but you’re always screeming i though it was obvious”
  • lmao
  • and he gets rlly offended
  • “what”
  • “I NnEvEr sCreAm wGHat R U sAyINg
  • but you didn’t even care lmao, you just kept watching the nct mvs
  • and you know those amazing high notes that baby taeil does in taste the feeling
  • like around the min 2:00 or something
  • and chenle suddenly gets one of his genious ideas
  • oh no
  • “y/ny/ny/ny/ny/n”
  • “i dare you to do hyung’s high note”
  • oh my
  • there’s no way that this is going to end well
  • “mine are a lot better than taeils, just listen“
  • and omg everytime you tried to do them this idiot would only laugh
  • “chENnle can you explain me whats so funny i didn’t say anything yet”
  • “your’e just so stupid hehe ah, i really like you”
  • and then he just kepts laughing like an idiot :^)
  • “okay, i’ll do it now”
  • and you were doing it
  • but halfway your voice cracked lol
  • and both of you childish teenangers were laughing non stop
  • when both of you are together silence just doesn’t exist
  • lmao y’all are so loud
  • that’s why the dreamies hate both of you so much lol
  • chenle try it next and he laughed so much that his voice cracked too
  • “you’re perfect for me y/n, i’m a 100% sure we were made for each other”
  • and that’s how y’all you spent the whole noon screaming
  • you even woke up mark from his nap and when he went to the living room there was too smol childs screaming and laughing like weirdos
  • “in what get myself into, jfc”
  • long short story both of you lost your voice for a week
  • and the end i guess
  • i’m sorry if this is too shitty i’m tired ok
One Last Time - Part 9

Masterlist   -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Ok it’s not super late, but this is what happens when you stick me in meetings for 3hrs straight, I dick around for the last half hour…

 Summary:  Prompt request turned drabble-series. Unbeknownst to you, your best friend Bucky is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Anon prompts request: “angsty and painful and in Bucky POV”
1: “A wedding?”
231: “May I have this dance?”
236: “My parents asked about you.”
243:“Oh, my God! You’re in love with her!”
369: “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him…”

Warnings: swearing of course, hi, have you met me?

Word Count: 797

Author’s Note: Paragraphs in italics are just normal journals this time. :) Still a vortex-o-angst though, as per usual. Hang in there sweet peas… (ok pause to look at that fucking face, I’m sorry, are those eyes even real??? wtf. I’m swimming. ok on with the story…)

Originally posted by buckysstevie

Even though the break up had been about as smooth as you had dared to hope, there was still a lot of fall-out. So many phone calls, cancellations, arguments with vendors over what could be refunded. You and Steve both needed space and time but couldn’t find it anywhere.

Nat helped when she could, which was a lot, but what you really wanted was Bucky. To be in Bucky’s arms, curled against him on the couch watching crap TV at 2am; to have his skin against yours, flushed and warm; to have his hair tickle your neck when he scooped you into a hug. But he had run. After all of this he had run.

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Back to Newcrest {Callie/Alar}

Alar woke up a few hours later than intended from his nap, still groggy and hurting but feeling significantly better than when he first woke up. He tugged his phone out from under him, checked the time, and groaned quietly. It was just past noon, and he was hungry. He was tired.

But more than anything he wanted to talk to Callie. He realized he didn’t have her number–home phone or otherwise. He pulled himself off of his couch, tugged the throw blanket around his shoulders and gripped his home phone in one hand, and moved to a nearby cabinet to dig out his Clearwell phone book. After sitting down on the hardwood floor, he flipped the book open and scrolled through the A-names. Adenell. There it was.

He dialed in her number and awkwardly stared down at the screen. They hadn’t talked since Thursday.

Would she want to?

No time like the present. He pushed call and held the phone up to his ear, counting the rings until she either answered or it went to the answering machine.

anonymous asked:

62 with the beautiful Luke :)

Luke Hemmings in his dorm room was a stark contrast to Luke Hemmings taking on campus life. His hair looked like he’d taken a static filled balloon and rubbed it across his hair. His clothes were looser than his traditional black shirt on black jeans; grey sweats and a stained white shirt adorned his lean torso. 

His features, drooping and scrunched in confusion, quickly morphed into a light that made the very bottoms of your stomach stir, “Y/N? What’s up?”

Awkwardly, you toed the tip of your socked feet into the floor, suddenly interested in the mismatched patterns across the fabric, “I may or may not have locked myself out of my dorm room.”

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anonymous asked:

PROMPT: "You stole my cat!" = AU where Clarke and Bellamy live in the same building but don't know eachother, and Clarke's cat sneaks out to Bellamy's and Bellamy takes him in and renames him and like a month later the cat gets out and goes back to Clarke's with a collar with Bellamy's address on it.

so i got REALLY excited that somebody sent me a prompt (thank you so much btw) and wrote it in like an hour, so i’m just going to leave this here

           Being a cop meant that Bellamy worked some relatively strange hours, so when he got back to his apartment just after 2 in the morning, wanting nothing more than to sleep off the shift he’d just barely survived, he wasn’t overly happy to find a cat sitting in front of his door.

           And when he pushed the stupid animal aside and opened the door only to have it dart past his feet and into his apartment, he was even more unimpressed. Suffice to say, after he spent 10 less-than-dignified minutes chasing it around, and then trying to lure it out of hiding, he was pissed off.

           But he was also exhausted, so he slammed his bedroom door and threw his clothes on the ground, brushing his teeth quicker than his dentist would have wanted, before he collapsed into bed, closing his eyes and deciding to deal with the thing in the morning.

           And then he heard something rattle behind his nightstand, and a soft put, and the scratch of claws on wood, and, when the goddamn cat burrowed itself into his blankets seconds later, he couldn’t stop himself from yelling, “Fuck,” into his pillow.

           But the animal wasn’t really bothering him, and he really was tired, so he closed his eyes and told himself he’d deal with it in the morning.

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A/Z fan novel ‘Tulip’ 04

NOTES 02/Kaizuka Inaho/March 5th

It’s 9:07am now and it seems Slaine regained consciousness.

Before he woke up Yuki-nee asked me what I thought of him, to be honest, I still find it hard to express my opinion clearly.

It’s obvious that he was very pitiful, but that doesn’t mean he has no sins. And I’m neither a judge, nor God; I can tear his Tharsis to pieces and pull him out of it, but I can’t judge him.

His condition seems more serious than I thought. To my great resentment, Yuki-nee told me to go and wake him up in the morning and I found him with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep even though he woke up early. When he found out it was me who woke him up he became the embodiment of nervousness and stress, I found it hard to not just go outside after breakfast.

At noon I left him lunch in his room, but when I got there in the afternoon to pick it up I found it untouched. At the time I thought he was taking a nap, but it appears he had fainted from low blood sugar.

I contacted Dr Yagarai and Yuki-nee because he needed simple treatment, and finally Dr Yagarai gave him a nutrient solution that improved his state.

He woke up at 8:32pm and seemed very upset.

I don’t know if this was the case previously, but I felt that this person and the Slaine Troyard I know were completely different. Of course, I’m not saying that he was brutal, cruel or snake hearted before this. However, when he anxiously bowed down his head in apology to Yuki-nee, I started wondering whether clams can survive if you crack their hard shell open.

I wouldn’t regret it if the Court voted in favour of his execution, even though miss Asseylum would bear a grudge towards me.

Even so, I do not hate him. But when Yuki-nee asked me if I was ignoring the fact that he wasn’t eating while I was alone with him I didn’t know how to answer.

LETTERS 02/Kaizuka Yuki/March 5th

I never thought Slaine Troyard would be such a child.

He was timid, introverted, shy and surprisingly sensitive.

Sometimes I want him dead because of Inaho’s eye, but I have to admit that I want to take care of him.

Right now he is one of the first practitioners of this kind of treatment. Even thought he almost got the death penalty, miss Asseylum managed to convince him to try this treatment.

The only problem is that the situation is not optimistic, he is already repeating this treatment for the third time. If it continues like this, he might actually die. I honestly can’t tell if this is better than the death sentence…

Even if we hated him, nobody could turn a blind eye to such a lost and scared child and leave him to die.

I felt really sorry for him, if he had grown up in a warm and ordinary environment would he even have the determination to almost destroy two planets?

Ah, sometimes I think he is a really good kid, especially when he laughs shyly, it makes me think he is very young.

When Inaho was very small he could hold only grab my index and middle finger with his whole hand. And then I would bow down and pinch his nose, which would result in him shyly blinking at me.

As he is right now, Slaine reminds me of that Inaho. Except that he is much weaker.

I have to admit my selfishness, a big part of my heart still hated him and was wary of him. But then I remember how he reacted in the car before I brought him home yesterday.

It was the first time I realized how disgusted and afraid he was of himself, even though he may have not realized it.

Alright…I have no idea what I’m writing about…it would be better to write about today.

Slaine fainted in his room.

When Inaho contacted me and told me Slaine was feeling weak a sudden wave of helplessness overwhelmed me. I was shocked by what he told me and rushed back home, where I found Inaho helping Dr Yagarai treat Slaine. He praised Inaho’s knowledge of first aid and his judgement in a dangerous situation, Inaho just nodded calmly. He might have been a bit hesitant to ask how Slaine was right now.

Obviously, he felt guilty. But why should he? Was there anything he should feel guilty about?

I was shocked by my own thoughts. After all, there are many people in this world that wouldn’t be able to put their personal hatred aside. They would impose their “good will” on others out of respect but then glare at them helplessly behind their back.

I don’t know if this was the case here, but getting a real nursing qualification was extremely hard for a reason.

Dr Yagarai hung up a bag of infusion next to Slaine’s bed and gave it to him, which made him finally wake up after a while. He slowly opened his eyes and with his pale lips he tried to loudly stammer out an apology.

—he said he forgot to eat.

I felt terribly sorry for him, I couldn’t help it, I just sat down on the edge of his bed and held his hand. I told him we should just eat together from now on.

I felt a bit of regret, after all, I didn’t have to say this, of course he should have dinner together with us- and not just because I allowed it. Dr Yagarai just looked at me in silence and finally turned around to pack his things up, Inaho just stood aside without saying a word.

Probably because of this Slaine just blinked and gave me an embarrassed smile, asking me “did I do something wrong?”

His voice was very soft, as if I was the only person in this room he could trust.

But the truth was that out of all the people here I was the most hostile towards him.

This made me feel very uncomfortable. Even though seeing him hurt like this gave me some kind of morbid pleasure, I felt terribly sad.

I couldn’t help but give him a hug, Slaine froze in place until I told him to finally go to sleep. He was still very determined to ask me whether it was important if he missed out on writing his report that night.

I told him it doesn’t matter.

Because from now on we’re going to record everything about him, we’ll use cameras, recording devices, check all the people he was in contact with.

When I think about this I am unable to distinguish between hate and compassion towards him. I can’t help but ask myself…are we really going to save him, miss Asseylum?




There are no “Letters 01″, this “02″ might be a typo but I’ll leave it just in case something shows up in the future.

The word they used to describe the treatment so far could mean “detoxification treatment” and “the apparently harmless treatment” so I’m not sure.

Recently we found out the amnesia wasn’t natural, but now we know that Slaine agreed to it and is doing it for the third time, I have to correct “he is at a third stage sentence” from one of the previous entries.

I’ll revisit and fix the story once we finish it all.

Ep.8 pt.2 Barbados Bound


Robyn and I were on our way to the airport and my heart was damn near beating out of my chest. I made arrangements for us to go to Barbados and visit her family and I was beyond nervous. Robyn has been asking me where I was talking her all week but I didn’t tell her. I didn’t even give her a hint when she threatened not to give me none one night. If she knew where we were going I would have to drag her onto the plane. We were taking my private jet because with all the monitors with the destinations on them every where you go it would be long before Robyn figured out where I was taking her and caused a scene. When we got onto the jet and sat down I couldn’t even buckle my seat belt before Robyn started asking questions again.

“Can you tell me where we’re going now?”


“Ugh, why not?”

“Cuz I’m don’t want to.”

“But we’re almost there!” Robyn whined

“We haven’t even moved yet.”

“Are you gonna tell me or not?”

“If I haven’t told you one of the thousand times you asked me, do you think I’m gonna tell you now?”

“I hate you.”

“Just go to sleep and we’ll be there when you wake up.”

“Fine, and you better not bother me either.” Robyn said as she laid her head on my shoulder.

“Ain’t nobody thinking about you. Don’t drool on me.”

“I promise I will.” She stuck her tongue out at me before she closed her eyes and fell asleep ten minutes later. The plane ride from Manhattan to Saint Michael is almost five hours long. Hopefully Robyn will sleep until we land because I am so close to duck taping her mouth shut. I’m sorry but she was getting on my nerves asking me all these damn questions. I looked at my phone and saw that it was a little after 7. I was planning on meeting up with Robyn’s mother at 12 so this plane is gonna have to take off now. Just as I turned my phone off the plane took off. I slid my phone in my pocket and laid my head on Robyn’s before a dozed off.

A few hours later

I woke up from my nap when I felt some turbulence shake the jet. I glanced down at Robyn and saw that she was still sleeping peacefully. I looked at my watch to see that it was almost noon. I already had a view of the island from the window. We should be landing in a few minutes. I said a silent prayer in my head. I really hope this meeting goes well. Twenty minutes had passed until we finally made it on the island and got off the jet. Before Robyn could have a break down I put a blind fold over her eyes. I wanted her to at least talk to her mother before she tried to run back home. I grabbed our luggage from baggage claim and looked around outside for Robyn’s mother.

“Can I take this stupid blind fold off now?”

“Not yet.”

“I look ridiculous. I’m not gonna stand here like this much longer.” Before I could respond to her I saw Monica walking over to us. She smiled at me and then looked at Robyn with a confused face. I guess she didn’t think I’d have her daughter blind folded when they saw each other again.

“Okay, you can take the blind fold off.”

“Thank god, I bet people thought I was-” Robyn couldn’t even finish her sentence when her eyes focused on her mother.

“Robyn, I’ve missed you.” Monica said. She attempted to hug Robyn but got pushed away. Robyn glared at me with tears beginning to fill her eyes.

“I told you I didn’t want to see her again!”

“I’m sorry Robyn. I just wanted to help.” The tears Robyn was trying to hold back were streaming down her face before she ran off. I started to go after her but Monica grabbed my arm.

“Let’s give her a few minutes to cool off.”

“I’ll go put our bags in your car.”

I was feeling a mixture of anger, sadness, and shock all in one and I knew if I didn’t get away from Chris and my mother I was going to explode. I know Chris was just trying to help me but I told him several times that I didn’t want anything to do with my mother and then he turns around and flys us out to Barbados. Even though I wanted to get on the next flight back to New York I decided I would just enjoy my time here since Chris went out of his way to bring me here. I’m not saying that I’m gonna leave here being best friends with my mom but I will enjoy being back home since I haven’t been here in years. I walked back to the entrance of the airport and Chris was standing there waiting for me.

“You alright Robyn?” He asked when he saw me walking towards him.

“I’m good.”

“I know you said you didn’t want to see your mom but I thought if maybe y’all got a chance to talk at least one time maybe things could be different between you guys. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you. I know you’re just trying to help. This shows me that you really do care about me.”

“Just a little bit.”

“So what are we gonna do now?”

“I was thinking we could go to lunch. I know you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving. I started to crave some callalou.”

“Come on then. Your mom is waiting in the car.” Chris held my hand as we walked to the car. We sat in the back seat and Chris sat behind my mother. The ride to the restaurant was silent and my mother was sneaking glances at me the whole time. From what I could tell she looked fine. No cut or bruises anywhere which means she either left my dad or he’s been keeping his hands to himself…at least at the moment.

But she could be hiding her bruises under her make up. My mom is an amazing make up artist and when my dad would beat on her when I was younger, she would cake the make up on her face and she’d be good as new. I could always see right through her make up and I knew where every single one of her bruises were located most likely because I was right there when my dad put them on her. I shook the thought out of my head when we arrived at the restaurant, walked inside and sat down. We ordered our drinks and since I already knew what I wanted I ordered my callalou. We sat quickly just looking at each other until my mother spoke up.

“So how have you been Robyn?” She asked.

“Fine.” I said flatly. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I just wanted to eat my food, see my brothers, and hang out at the beach.

“Anything new?”

“I mean it’s been seven years so…”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Not really.”

“Can we talk Robyn. I really don’t want to fight with you.”

“Oh now you wanna listen to me?”

“I’ve always listened to you.”

“That’s funny because from what I remember you didn’t like what I had to say and correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you kick me out because you didn’t like what I said?”

“Robyn can you please stop bring up what happened in the past? It’s over now, I can’t take it back, I made a mistake and I’m sorry.”

“I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth. So let me guess, you’re not with dad anymore so now you want to be in my life again?”

“It’s nothing like that Robyn. Me and your father are actually together.”

“Looks like you’ve gotten better and better with your make up skills over the years because I can’t see any black eyes or bruises.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Chris said. “Robyn you know that was a low blow.”

“I’m just saying.” I said with a shrug. I didn’t give two fucks about that woman’s feelings. She wasn’t thinking about mine when she chose my father over me, her own child.

“It’s okay Christopher. She’s just upset. Go ahead and say what you have to say Robyn.” I don’t think my mother knew what she was doing when she told me to say what I have to say. I guess she wants to leave here hating me.

“Okay, where do I start? How about-”

“Robyn, be nice.” Chris said. Be nice? The fuck he thought this was?

“I wanna know what the fuck was going through your damn mind when you chose that drunken crack head bastard over me?” I said as calmly as I a could.

“I don’t know what I thinking to be honest. I was just so sick of everyone telling me that Ronald was no good. My mother, father, pastor, friends…just about everyone really. I would just brush their comments off but when I was hearing them out of my daughters mouth I couldn’t handle it. I’m your mother. You’re suppose to look up to me and there you were at the tender age of 18 telling me what to do. I felt like less than a woman so I just needed you to leave.”

“And then you stayed with my dad even though he beat your ass every chance he gets and fucked around on you.”

“I know Robyn. I know. I knew about it all. The cheating, the drugs, everything. You know some random woman came up to me grocery store and told me she had slept with him? You were little then, only about 5 or 6 so you probably don’t remember but I know you remember me going out at night looking for him.”

“Yeah I remember. I always thought you would come home one day and tell me you found him dead somewhere. Why’d you take him back after he put you though all that?”

“We separated for a while after you left. We we’re together for about a year and a half. He told me that he went to rehab and he’d changed. I didn’t believe him at first but over time he showed me that he was a changed man.”

“And why haven’t you tried to get in contact with me?”

“I didn’t know how. I knew you were upset with me and I figured you hated me so I thought it would be a waste of time. I thought about you all the time and I always wondered how you were doing.”

“That’s hard to believe because if you felt that way you would have called me or mailed a letter or something. You knew where I was.”

“Look Robyn, I know you’re mad at me but I can’t change the past. I’m trying to make things better between us. Can you just forgive me?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I understand. I know forgiveness doesn’t come over night.” My mother said when the waiter brought us our food. We ate in silence and my mother was still staring at me. I know we haven’t seen each other in years but I’m not that interesting to look at. I was almost finished eating when my mother started talking again.

“So how did you two meet each other?”

“She works for me.” Chris said with his mouth full of food.

“What do you do Christopher?”

“I have my own clothing line. Robyn is my assistant and over time we started feeling each other.”

“Aww how sweet. Falling in love in the office.”

“Yeah, something like that.” Both me and my mother gave him a confused look.

“What does that mean? Aren’t you in love with my daughter?”

“We just got together a little while ago. Isn’t it a little too early to be talking about love?”

“I guess so.” Wow, so that’s how he feels? I was starting to think that I loved him and I thought he felt the same way but obviously I was wrong.

Lunch with Robyn and Monica was going great…well better than I expected. Now that Robyn got her two cents in now it’s time for me to get grilled. Her mom was talking about love and I wasn’t trying to hear all that. I care about Robyn a lot but I’m not ready to say that “L” word yet.

“How many relationships have you been in before you got with Robyn?”

“Only two. One was just a little fling I had in like sixth grade and the other one I had lasted from my Freshman year of high school til about a year and a half after college.”

“Wow, that was a long time. Why did you two break up?”

“She cheated on me. She wasn’t happy with the amount of money I was bring in so she found someone who could really take care of her.”

“I know that had to hurt. I’m surprised you got into another relationship after that. I wouldn’t trust anyone if that happened to me.”

“I didn’t trust females for a while but Robyn is different. She wouldn’t hurt me like that.”

“I hope not. You seem like a pretty nice guy Christopher. I hope Robyn keeps you around because I wouldn’t mind have you become apart of the Fenty family.” I smiled when she said that. I’m glad Robyn’s mother likes me and I hope the rest of her family likes me too.

“Thank you. We’ll just have to wait and see where Robyn and I end up but I think we’ll be linked together forever. I brought something you for you.” I said as I took a Tiffany box out of my pocket. The box didn’t have a necklace or bracelet inside. I wanted to think of a creative way to tell Monica that Robyn and I were having a baby and I came up with the idea of putting her pregnancy test in a gift box.

“Oh Christopher, you didn’t have to bring me anything.”

“I wanted to. I think you’ll like it.” I handed her the box and opened it slowly. Her hand flew over her mouth and a smiled soon spread across her face.

“On my goodness Robyn. You’re pregnant!”