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[kelpiemomma]

It's been a rough few weeks and I just got some bad news recently. Need a little bit of fluff in my life right now. For a prompt, how about Akari getting hurt, either emotionally or physically, and possibly trying to hide it from Ingo but him finding out anyway and helping her. Any verse would be fine.

i wrote 1k words of arms outstretch post-fic angst :,) this is definitely canon (to an extent, bc it's not yet finished, but the akari-problem is Real fjadsklfs) <3

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Unfortunately, Ingo hadn’t been with Akari in the realm Arceus had made for her. Therefore it was easy for it to slip his mind that she had trauma he didn’t always see. There were the obvious problems, of course. The way she clung to anyone around her, practically begging for the warmth of another body, was only getting better nearly a year after he’d gotten her back. She still frequently woke up from nightmares screaming and confused about where she was until Ingo could calm her down. Ingo himself wasn’t free from the repercussions either- every now and then he would walk into the kitchen and see a stranger making food, alarm shooting through him before he recognized his daughter. The fact that she had grown up some in their time apart didn’t help, and he mourned the years they’d lost.

But it was a long monsoon season that brought up one he’d failed to consider.

Looking back on it, it would make sense. Every time he’d met her within the dream area it had been raining. Heavy or light, a downpour or a drizzle, the rain had never stopped. While he had taken notice that every now and then her nightmares would be worse, that she would wake up screaming and terrified and refuse to let him go, the last several weeks had been so much worse. She had, of course, insisted that things were fine. That she didn’t know what was going on, why she couldn’t sleep, why when she did she would weep uncontrollably for several minutes.

Ingo was also beginning to lose sleep out of concern for his daughter. He slept lightly most nights, in spite of Emmet’s horrific snoring - the only time Emmet was louder than Ingo was at night - and each time Akari woke with a nightmare, Ingo woke with her. Jackie had pointed it out to Emmet who had forced Ingo to claim a sick day and stay home to get some sleep. Ingo protested, but when Emmet took all of their shoes with him to the subway he found himself sitting on the couch and staring out the window.

The rain had lessened for the first time in several days and was barely dripping, the sun breaking through clouds. Subway quickly made for the slim beam of light on the carpet, eager to soak up sunlight and warmth before it vanished again. Akari slipped out of her room, clearly exhausted. Her eyes had grown dark and were looking a little bloodshot. Ingo opened his arm in invitation and she collapsed onto the couch against him, pressing her cheek against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. Ingo curled his arm around her shoulder in turn and let himself enjoy the peace. Gradually, Akari fell asleep on him, and for the first time in a while she was still.

And then the rain picked up again.

Ingo missed the first few twitches, mistaking them for her sleeping. He had been browsing his phone, looking through miscellaneous items for the house as well as new socks for work. The first whimper caught his attention, and then the grip tightening around him. He set his phone down and began to stroke his fingers through her hair, hoping it would put her at ease. It did, temporarily, but as the rain grew heavier and louder it ceased to work.

Thunder boomed, and with it Akari’s eyes shot open and she sprung to her feet. Ingo followed her up, saying her name before freezing.

She was standing in a way that he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Her shoulders were low, head hung down by her chest, and despite the fear she had been exhibiting in her sleep her breathing had also slowed. He watched as she took a deep breath in and let out a sigh before tilting her head back. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks as they stood there, Ingo uncertain of what to do.

“Akari?” He asked quietly.

The worst part was that she barely responded. She just turned her head a little and offered him a small smile.

“You’re here again.” she said quietly. A chill ran down Ingo’s spine.

“Here?” He asked.

She lifted a hand to wave lazily in the air.

“You know. Here.” There was a pause. “I’m glad it’s never wet. It’d be worse if it was wet.”

“If what was wet?”

“Everything! The rain never stops. I’m glad I can’t feel it.”

Fuck. The rain. Of course.

Akari was babbling on but Ingo had put his face in his hands.

The rain.

How many years had she spent in a downpour, never knowing when or if she’d make it out? She’d said that the time in Arceus’ little pocket dimension was funny, that she couldn’t say how long she’d been in there because time had never passed but that nothing ever changed either- including the weather. No wonder her sleep had gotten worse, that she’d been struggling to stay aware of where she was, because it had been raining non stop for days.

Ingo pulled his phone out of his pocket, texting Emmet we’re going on vacation. To the desert. For an undetermined time.

CASINO BATTLES???? Emmet immediately texted back.

We’ll discuss it on the way. Book the tickets.

ALL ABOARD!!!!!

Then he looked back at Akari, who’d gotten quiet again, and hated himself a little for taking so long to realize something was seriously wrong. Something beyond a flare up of discontent.

“Would you like a hug?” Ingo asked, because it was the only thing he could think to do. He didn’t know how long she would be lost in her mind, lost in her memories, for, but he wanted to provide whatever comfort he could. She nodded, and he quickly stepped forward to engulf her in his arms. “I promise, little one, I won’t leave you behind again. This time I intend to keep it, come hell or high water.”

#pla #akari #ingo #dad ingo #ALL ABOARD THE DAD INGO TRAIN HELLOO #arms outstretched fic #misbis fic #akari genuinely has trauma associated to rain bc of how long she spent in the lil time warp #she sleeps worse nights when it rains in general #but monsoon seasons where it rains constantly are absolute hell on her psyche #(do i know nimbasa's climate? no. but have a monsoon season anyway!) #after the first year ingo keeps better track of the weather #when it's supposed to rain for a long time he takes them out of the city on vacation #he brings it up to akari eventually but bc she tries so hard to hide it from him he lets her keep it on the DL #emmet gleefully uses any and all excuses of 'vacation' to mean 'battle vacation' #asked and answered #forgersfeline

[writingmaneskin]

My Sweet Valentine - A Thomas Raggi Blurb

Pairings: Thomas Raggi x GN! Reader

Fluff

Words: 1k

Description: Thomas makes you glad to celebrate Valentine's Day.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day <3

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“I want to make it special for you.” He texted you the week before coming home.

“I have never celebrated Valentine’s day, I don’t see why I should start now, baby.” You replied to him.

“We are together, isn’t that cause for celebration?” Thomas replied.

“Of course it’s cause for celebration and I will celebrate that you came home to me.”

“We will figure something out for the day, I promise.”

“Don’t overthink it, I just want to hold you in my arms.”

**

You were watching TV on the sofa when you heard keys jingle at the door. This alarmed you. Thomas was not meant to come home for another day, if not two.

You reached for the bat that you kept by the sofa but when you saw the soft curls framing his face, you dropped it and ran to him.

“You’re home!” You squealed and started kissing him and his sweet face.

“And you almost hit me with a bat!” He wanted to make you laugh too.

“You surprised me!” You got a bit defensive.

“Well, that was the incentive but I didn’t think you’d hit me with a bat for coming home to you early!”

You pulled him close and kissed him again.

“I don’t mind such surprises, at all.”

**

The next few days the two of you cuddled on the sofa, made sweet love and went for walks, seeking to spend every possible moment catching up on lost times.

Thomas was Thomas but there was something strange about his behaviour. This wasn’t your first valentine’s day together and you knew that he felt guilty to an extent because you always celebrated it after the day because he was usually working but this year he seemed extra weird.

“What are you plotting, meow meow?”

“Why would I be plotting anything?” He gave you a look full of shock.

“Because you’re acting weird.” You accused him, a playful smile on your lips.

“I am completely innocent!” He looked like the angel emoji.

“We’ll see about that.”

**

The Monday morning promised gloom.

You had taken a few days off work just so you could catch up with him without being bombarded constantly by emails and appointments and yet the weather did nothing for your mood. The forecast had promised sunshine yet the sky looked more as if it was going to start snowing soon enough.

The Monday got even gloomier when the meow meow that usually slept on the other side of the bed was nowhere to be found.

“Amore?” You sat up, calling for him but the apartment was quiet.

You put on one of your hoodies and walked towards the living room, hoping that maybe he was asleep on the sofa, or something. You wanted him to be there. Even though you had said that you don’t want to celebrate Valentine’s day and that it wasn’t a big deal, him not being there was a big deal.

The front door opened and Thomas came in, balancing in his hands flowers, a tray with two coffees and a bag too.

“I was hoping you’d still be asleep so I can bring you breakfast in bed.” He said earnestly.

“I woke up and you weren’t there and I came to look for you.” You went up to give him a kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s day, amore.” He said sweetly, giving you a kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Your heart was full - he had brought you flowers and bought you breakfast and he was there!! He was there!!

“Want to go back to bed so I can bring you breakfast there?” He suggested after handing you the flowers and the coffee.

“Yes, I will, I won’t ruin your intentions.” You kissed his cheek again and went to bed, obeying his request and hurrying to bed. You heard him fumble in the kitchen and chuckled to yourself as you got back in bed and pulled the covers over yourself.

Thomas walked in with the tray where he had put the coffee cup and the breakfast he had carefully arranged on plates and brought it to you.

“I left the flowers in the kitchen but I can bring them over if you prefer.” He said shyly.

“You’re the flower I like watching right now.” You chuckled and kissed him when he leaned over you.

“I love you, my sweet.” He said, that shyness that you hadn’t seen in him in a while showing up again.

“I love you too, Thommy.”

“I know.” He smiled his most charming smile as you were taking that first bite of the food, melting you completely. “I’ll be right back, stay here.”

You watched him leave the bedroom only to come back two minutes later with his favourite acoustic guitar. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at you again with that shy look.

“What, Thommy?” You asked, putting the tray on his side of the bed.

“I wrote you a song.” He smiled a smile that was reserved only for you.

“May I hear it?”

“Yes.” The soft tune came to life under his fingers and to your surprise, he started singing too, his voice carrying the tune even further. The song spoke of love and care and gentleness, it had all of the feelings that you two shared, the intimacy that your souls had created over the time that you had been together.

How was that man real?

You ended up crying.

He put down the guitar once the song was over and came closer to you.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. I love you.” You threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately. “Please record it so I can have it with me always.”

“I recorded it and I’ll send it to you in a bit.” He promised before kissing you again, responding with the same passion, the shyness now gone. “I love you too, my sweet. I love you more than words can truly describe but I think maybe music can come close to getting it right.”

#thomas raggi #maneskin #thomas raggi x yn #victoria de angelis #damiano david #thomas raggi blurb #thomas raggi fanfic #ethan torchio #vic de angelis

[seonghwanotes]

small talks | kang yeosang

pairing: yeosang x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: pls always have enough rest and eat on time!! even if you're too busy for that, please make sure you can atleast drink enough water and eat some light snacks to keep u going :( stay safe <3

Another day crossed off your calendar from the current week when you drove back home from your workplace, feeling exhausted from the long day you just had. Having the sun set right in front of you as you parked the car inside the garage, your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and a sigh left your lips.

All that you wanted to do was to have a quick shower and sleep for the rest of your evening.

Which led to a confused Yeosang who came back home to a dimmed hall and the absence of dishes in the kitchen, thinking you weren’t home yet from work. Taking off his jacket, he laid it on the couch and walked to your shared room together to take a shower.

“Shit,” He muttered, his hands quickly flying to his mouth when he noticed you in a deep slumber. You had fallen asleep pretty quickly and there was definitely no way that you were going to wake up, even if he were to shake you strongly for it was a rare occasion you would fall asleep before eight.

Walking up to your sleeping form, Yeosang brushed away your hair that was blocking off your beautiful features which he smiled at. His finger caressed your cheek and he bent down, leaving a small peck on your forehead. You were the type to still pick up gestures around you even if you were asleep so when you felt his touch, you relaxed and dozed off into dreamland.

It wasn’t until one in the morning that you woke up randomly to notice that your night light was switched on but the other side of your bed was left untouched. Rubbing your eyes, you got up and sat on the bed for a brief second, trying to process what happened. You were too dazed to even realise what was going on, the want to sleep still running in your mind. You grazed your fingers on the screen of your phone, causing the screen to illuminate as you squinted to read the time.

You gasped when you realised it was past midnight and you hadn’t cooked dinner for you and your fiance. It also hit you that he wasn’t sleeping next to you at this late hour. Quickly getting out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom and washed your face with ice cold water from the faucet which made you feel a little more awake. You grabbed the towel and wiped the dripping water from your face before you left your room, making your way to the hall.

To your relief, your lover was enjoying chicken as his eyes were locked on the television screen. He must have heard your soft whimpers when you came out since he looked at your direction when you walked out. Fixing your hair into a messy bun, you walked over to his place and sat down beside him. The coffee table was slightly messy, having two Chinese takeaway boxes, one that was left unopened and a box of fried chicken, along with 2 empty beer cans while a full one was in his hand.

You leaned back, closing your eyes for a second. “I’m sorry for not cooking today, I was going to wake up before you came home but I guess… yeah.”

Yeosang’s soft chuckle comforted you, “It’s okay, love. You had a long day at work, didn’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“Lately, you only sleep after eleven but you slept before eight so I figured.” He explained, munching on a chicken piece. “Baby, come and eat. The noodles just arrived so it’s still warm. Eat it before it gets cold.”

Usually, you would chide Yeosang for eating fried chicken with beer at night time, adding that he’s becoming a father before you even had one. He had dismissed them but you knew he would secretly do his routine after you were asleep on nights where he couldn’t sleep and needed time to himself. This time round, he didn’t bother hiding it from you, knowing you shared his fate. You grabbed yourself a can of beer and opened it.

“You can have that later, dig in first.” Yeosang said, grabbing the beer from your hand and placing it on the table before passing you the box of noodles. Nodding slightly, you took the food and opened it, a small smile forming on your face as you were greeted with your favourite type of noodles.

“Thank you, honey.” You mumbled, grabbing the chopsticks he had already opened for you. Mixing the noodles thoroughly, you fed yourself a huge portion and hummed in satisfaction. Your empty stomach wanted more since you hadn’t eaten anything except for a granola bar before you left for work. The noodles were gone in the snap of a finger, making Yeosang chuckle at you.

“Have some chicken,” He said, pushing the spicy one to you. Taking one piece from the box, you looked at him as the corner of your lips slowly curved into a smirk. “You’re sharing because you don’t want me to question you tomorrow, right?”

Donning his surprised look, he made a cross using his arms and shook his head while laughing. “No, not at all. I ordered a lot today, to share it with my lovely wife.”

“Yeah, you definitely don’t want me screaming tomorrow.” You laughed back, picking your beer up and drinking it.

Eventually, all your worries were washed away as the both of you shared Yeosang’s comfort food along with more cans of beer, on the intention of getting wasted on a Friday night, only for hangovers to greet you two the next morning.

Small talks, sometimes, no words spoken, were good enough to make a bad day go away when you were right next to your loved one. The night soon faded away as dawn was approaching, resulting in two tired souls, sleeping at the couch with their television turned on, in each other’s arms, after a long tiring day.

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #seonghwanotes #yeosang #yeosang x reader #small talks #ateez x reader #kang yeosang au #kang yeosang #yeosang au #yeosang fluff

[purpureumwrites]

Din Djarin x Jedi!Reader | Memories Ch.1

A/N: Concerned, soft, sweet Din. Honestly loved writing this, love writing for him <3 Hope anon also likes it :D 

Summary: Reader is a jedi who was a very good friend to Anakin and his memory haunts her. Din is worried about her.

Chapters: Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Warnings: None.

Work count: 1k

Din watched you while you slept. Closely. The bed that he used to occupy on his own was now shared by two people and the space hadn't been thought for that. He had never expected to travel with company so his ship suited that man, the man he used to be. He felt privileged to be allowed to exist so close to you. In the dark of that little nook, laying down so quietly, you looked small, an image so different from the powerful, very talented jedi you were. 

You, like the child, seemed so out of reach for him. When he saw you two looking at each other, speaking without words, he was jealous. Jealous because you could understand the child, that was now like a son to him, when he could barely communicate. Jealous because he desired for you to be that close to him, to share so effortlessly the things he couldn’t begin to articulate.

He had been woken up by your increasing movement. He had seen these signs before. You started to shift, often between ininteligible whispers, sometimes even the metallic walls faintly vibrated. Your restlessness grew higher and higher with each breath. These days, he woke you up at that point, but when you first started traveling together, when you still slept in an improvised bed, he was jolted awake by your screams. 

It took some time, and a lot of well earned trust for you to reveal to him the reason for your recurrent nightmares. 

“A good friend of mine... fell, he fell to the dark side”, you said one night, your eyes watery and your hair disheveled. Din had kneeled down next to the mess of blankets that was your bed back then, previously startled and worried someone had sneaked into the ship. Instead, he found you in a mix of cries and indecipherable words. He held your wrists while he repeated your name over and over, while you fought him in pure panic. As you opened your eyes he saw, although very briefly, a hint of fear before acknowledgement. He discovered later that, in the seconds where the world of dreams and reality were still intertwined, she had mistaken your helmet for another. He didn’t insist at first, not wanting to pry or to make you feel compelled to reveal something you weren’t comfortable sharing. Still, he thought about those words often, even though he didn’t actually understand them.

Pushed by the circumstances,you grew closer quickly. In the wake of this new relationship, you thought you owed him an explanation for what happened when you slept in such disarray. After all, once you started sleeping in the same bed and he decided to take off his helmet during those dark hours, you could read in his face how worried he really was. So one night, after he had to wake you up yet again, wrapped in his arms, you offered to tell him everything.

Din was tired, but he had been waiting for the moment you trusted him enough to talk about the things you dreamed about. He could fight the urge to sleep as long you as you needed.

“His name was Anakin. He was one of the best jedi I’ve ever met and he... he was also a very close friend of mine. But he fell... to the dark side”, you recounted. “That probably makes no sense to you, now that I think about it. Sorry”

“I want to understand”

You left a kiss on his temple before continuing. 

“The dark side is a part of the force that feeds on your fear, your anger... it consumes and corrupts. A jedi seduced by the dark side is no longer a jedi. And those who fall... very rarely come back. And...”, you made a brief pause to collect yourself. “I lost him, we all did. I couldn’t do anything... he turned into this... monster and... and...”

You felt his arm pressing you harder against him and his hand stroking the hair around your face before he held your chin up so your eyes would meet his. 

“Can that happen to you?”, he asked with those soft brown eyes you cherised so much filled with concern.

It can happen to anyone, which is why the jedi order doesn’t allow emotional attachments, Anakin wouldn’t have turned if he didn’t think the love of his life was going to die, if you’re safe and sound I will be fine... you could have said. But you didn’t wish for Din to carry a burden that wasn’t his, at least while you could help it. He was too good, too caring. He didn’t deserve to worry more than he already did. 

“No, it most likely won’t. It’s just... the memories haunt me sometimes”

You could sense the knot that was forming in his chest as you spoke dissipate. He kissed your lips in relief before closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep. You stayed awake for a while longer. 

Tonight, as many others before, Din caressed your cheek with his warm hand before whispering close to you. “Cyar'ika, wake up”. Slowly, you opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings before getting to Din’s. You relaxed and turned to rest your head on his chest, your hand held to the fabric on his waist. You felt his kiss on your hair and his quiet sigh of relief and content. “Love you”, he whispered under his breath.

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin headcanons #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #memories:fic

[harrys-titties]

Y/N and Harry hate each other, until they don’t. 

1K+ words

(A/N Hey! Just an excerpt from a longer piece I’m working on. Really excited about this, hope you guys are too!!) 

Y/N was usually self-confident and relatively sure of herself, but she was also stubborn, and for some reason was bothered by Harry's opinion of her more than she cared to admit.

So, over the first few days of her staying at the house, Y/N had tried her hardest to get Harry to like her, but her endeavours only seemed to further annoy him. She baked him carrot cake because she'd heard it was his favourite, but with a screwed up nose, Harry had swiped his finger through the icing to taste it and grumbled, "way too sweet," before retreating back to his room. Y/N was embarrassed as Sarah had given her a sympathetic look and insisted "everyone else will love it!"

When doing her washing, she added Harry's whites with hers and even went so far as to dry and fold them too. But when she woke the next day, the clothes had been taken from the laundry, and Y/N was not given a spare glance.

During movie night, Harry had insisted they watch a horror movie, and Y/N didn't say a word of opposition, even though she knew she would have nightmares that night. Sarah had even tried to say something on her behalf, but Y/N quickly hushed her, not wanting to cause a scene and have Harry hate her even more than he already did.

But Y/N's quick agreeance to watch 'Halloween' disagreed with her a lot more than she thought it would. She had hardly slept at all, jumping at the smallest of sounds and debating the probability of a murderous man being able to break into the house. When she turns again for what seemed like the fiftieth time that night, only to be met with the glaring '3:30' from the mickey mouse alarm clock she had nearly forgotten to pack, she gives up.

In an attempt to calm herself down from the numerous haunting images flashing through her mind, Y/N begins her trek to the kitchen. A cool glass of water and perhaps one of the cupcakes Sarah and herself had baked the day before, would surely put her overworked mind at ease.

As Y/N begins to walk down the stairs, she can't help but imagine behind every door a murderer with a knife, that each step in the pitch black was one closer to her death. The eerie silence of the house full of sleeping people only made her feel worse.

Scolding herself for ever agreeing to watch the stupid movie in the first place, she turns around to flick on the lights to the hallway and stairway. Feeling slightly more comfortable now that she could see, she walked downstairs only to repeat the process in the kitchen, dining room and living room until the whole house, bar upstairs, was flooded with light.

Standing in the fully lit kitchen with a mug of hot chocolate she had found in the cupboard and munching away at the sweet treat, Y/N finally begins to feel somewhat safe. That is until a dark figure suddenly emerges from the hallway.

"Harry! What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me," she exclaims while clutching at her rapidly beating chest. With his chestnut curls in a tangled heap upon his head, one sock on and clad in only a white shirt and boxers, he looks slightly worse for wear. "What the fuck are you doing, making such a racket at four in the fucking morning?" His voice sounds strained as if he'd just woken up and his face is screwed in annoyance as he points at the provincial-style clock hanging on the wall for emphasis.

Y/N hesitates, she knew telling Harry his movie choice had kept her awake would not end well, "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you or anything." At this, he scoffs, "didn't mean to wake me, huh? Turning on every fuckin’ light and slammin’ cupboards will usually do that to a person."

Now Harry knows he's being mean, can hear the way his accent thickens with annoyance and can see the way she flinches with every raised decibel, and it makes him pause some. He realises there’s more than likely a reasonable explanation as to why she’s awake at such an hour. He's a dick, but he's not a bloody monster, and as he sees her eyes well up with tears, he decides his anger can be put on the backburner.

"Why are you even awake?" At the softened tone in his voice, Y/N seems to visibly relax some but still remains tense. "I, um, I really hate horror movies, and I was scared, and I couldn't sleep." He sighs, and his voice lowers even more, "Is that why all the lights are on?" She nod's sheepishly, "why didn't you say anythin'? You were the first to bloody agree to watch the movie."

"You already hate me enough, I didn't want to give you another reason!" Harry's not sure why his chest slightly aches at that, because if he's honest, she's right, he doesn't really like her at all. As soon as she’d walked through the door and up the stairs to get sorted in her new room, he'd approached Mitch. He’d even made a proper scene, asking why she had to quarantine with them. Mitch had defended her, pointing out that everyone else liked her perfectly fine so far, which Harry supposes was a part of his problem with her. He had made sure she knew of his distaste too, barely even paying her mind, and only doing so to mock her.

So why it felt like his heart was cracking just slightly, he'll never know, but it does lead him to walk towards her slowly, "I can't really sleep either, did you want to watch tv with me until you can?" If Harry was being truthful, he'd actually been sleeping like a baby before he heard the cupboard doors shut slightly above acceptable volume considering the time. However, the way her mouth pouted somewhat, and her eyes misted as she acknowledged his dislike for her made him feel awful.

So as he sits on the couch with her, now donned with his own steaming cup of hot chocolate, he leaves the lights on and gives her his favourite blanket to wrap herself in. He sits on the opposite side of the couch and tries his hardest not to fall asleep, so Y/N could feel somewhat protected.

After a few episodes of 'SpongeBob' had played he looks over to the other side of the sofa and see's Y/N fast asleep, snoring with her head tilted at a slightly unnatural angle. He can't help the smile that finds its way onto his face, as he turns off the television and settles himself further into the couch to hopefully catch a few hours of sleep too.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry writing #teaser

[rms-moonchild]

Chapter Eight

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, angst, smut at a later date

PAIRING: Namjoon x original character

DESCRIPTION: It was supposed to be just a normal day of filming RUN BTS. Namjoon didn’t know he was about to discover something he certainly was not ready for. That something being finding a girl in the middle of the forest.

THEMES: Namjoon x Fem!character, mentions of abuse/rape, Smut, some Violence, some strong language

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When Rae woke up it was still dark. She looked at the clock seeing it was just past 3:30 in the morning. Slowing she sat up her chest and ribs hurting. Her pain medication must have worn off. Carefully she slowly made her way out of her room. It was nearly pitch black in the hallway. There was a couple of night lights illuminating the hallway as she struggled to get to the kitchen where she hoped that her medication was there. She knew she should have gotten Namjoon or one of the others to help but she didn't want to disturb them. Besides she was used to dealing with this herself. She was almost to the kitchen when she went crashing to the ground, her legs having given out on her. Suddenly there was light flooding the room and footsteps coming towards her.

"What are you doing?" A voice exclaims. Immediately she tried to scramble backward scared trying to get as far away as possible. Yelling always led to being hurt.

"I-I'm sorry! Please! I'm sorry. D-Don't punish me, please." She yelled back covering her face. Suddenly, the footsteps stop, and she peeked through her arms to watch as the person crouched down with their hands held up to show they meant no harm. She couldn't see who it is and she's too afraid to lower her arms to fully check.

Yoongi looked at her with an apologetic expression as he slowly sat down in front of her with his hands still in view. He hadn't meant to scare her when he yelled. It just surprised him when he heard a big thud and saw her on the ground. She shouldn't be walking so much. He had just gotten back from the studio, which probably was a good thing seeing as she chose not to wake anyone up.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Rae. It's just me Yoongi." He said watching as she slowly removed her hands. He smiled softly at her once he could see her face, "I'm sorry I scared you, but you shouldn't be walking alone in the middle of the night. You're still not healed you know." Rae just looked away not saying anything. She hadn't really spent much time with anyone other than Namjoon and Taehyung, so she wasn't sure how to act. She couldn't be sure he was going to like the others, or be like...them.

"What's going on here?" Another voice asked making the other two jump in surprise. Rae further curled in on herself to help protect herself. Yoongi turned to see Namjoon standing in the hallway. Namjoon took a moment to compose himself before he walked over to Rae and crouched down next to her, "Are you hurting? Do you need more of your medication?"

"I-I didn't want to wake you." Rae whispered looking down at the floor, "I've been through worse. I handled it by myself then I could have done it now."

"Yoongi-Hyung can you get her medication from the cabinet and meet me in the room. I'm going to check to make sure she didn't open any of her stitches." Namjoon sighed picking her up and making his way back to her room.

"Can you lift your shirt a little so that I can see if you opened your stitches?" Namjoon asked once they were in her room and he had placed her on the bed. Rae didn't respond as she just looked at the opposite wall.

"Rae, I need to look at your stitches." Namjoon tried again frowning. This time Rae nodded but still didn't move.

"I can't do that if you don't lift your shirt for me." Rae once again nodding before slowly lifting her shirt just enough to see where she had her stitches. Namjoon smiled and leaned over to look at the wound. He gently placed his hand on her stomach only to immediately pulled back when Rae almost violently flinched away from him. He looked up to see that she was shaking, and her eyes were clenched shut with the beginnings of tears forming around the corners.

Realization dawned on him as he watched her. No matter if she seemed to favor him, or if she seemed to trust him enough to talk to him, the truth of the matter was that he was still in fact a male. An object of terror and fear and it would take a lot more than just a week to change that. Yoongi chose that moment to walk through the door. He looked between the two and frowned.

"We don't have a schedule tomorrow right Namjoon-ah," Yoongi asked as he set the medicine and the water down on the bedside table.

"What?" Namjoon looked startled at first before answering, "Uh..No we don't. We were given a break to help Rae recover."

"Well, since we do, how about we just relax here at home. I'm sure the rest of the guy would enjoy that." Yoongi suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Namjoon agreed after he picked up what Yoongi was trying to do. He was taking the attention away from her. It was something Namjoon had noticed Seokjin would often do when Yoongi was starting to get to overwelled. If anything, Yoongi was the best person to understand that. They kept light conversation with each other while still keeping an eye on Rae. They tried not to make it obvious but when she was having trouble getting the pill bottle open Namjoon slowly and without bringing too much attention to it reached over and opened it for her. He went back to talking to Yoongi as if it didn't matter, and if Yoongi caught the small smile she sent Namjoon's way he wasn't going to say anything.

"Well, we should get back to bed, or at least in my case finally going to bed." Yoongi yawned standing up and heading to the door.

"He's right. You should get some more rest. You are not nearly healed enough. I will come and check on you in the morning." Namjoon smiled following Yoongi. He stopped just inside the room and looked back at Rae with a stern, but soft stare, "If you need anything else and I mean anything I want you to go get one of us, please. We don't want you to injure yourself more. Seokjin is already going to have a fit knowing you tried to do things yourself. Be prepared for a lecture in the morning."

Rae nodded her head slightly before laying back fully and letting her eyes closed. It didn't take long before she was asleep. She was warned by the doctor that she was going to be tired a lot and to listen to her body when it was telling her that it was time to sleep. She was recovering from malnourishment and it was her body's way of dealing with it. Sleeping was okay. It was something of so many things she was going to have to learn was okay.

Before all this happened, she was lucky if she was able to sleep when she wanted. She had no control over anything in her life. Not what happened to her body, what she ate, when she slept, or even what she thought and said had been controlled. She was seen as an object. Something to be owned and used as they saw fit. Being able to decide anything was hard to understand. You couldn't just get out of the mindset overnight. This was something she would always have to deal with. Sure, as time went on she was sure it would be easier, but right now she was struggling. She just hoped that she would be able to stay here with Namjoon and the others. They had been nothing but nice to her since they met. Not once had that tried to take advantage of her or make her do something, she was uncomfortable with. Yet she couldn't help but think the was all just some dream she would wake up from any minute. That with one wrong more or word and everything was going to crash down around her. For not she would try and enjoy what little happiness she could get before it was taken from her once again. That's what happened last time, so how were things any different this time. Good things never seemed to last long for her.

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Anna!! Angel!! Congrats on 1K babe 💕 Can I request a lil something for “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” with Luke? -blackbutterfliescal💛

Brooke!!! You are the angel omg!  I hope you like this, I got a little carried away, surprise surprise  😅

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” 

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3 months, that was less than a semester at school but it felt so much longer. It may not be  the first time he had been on tour for weeks on end but to no surprise on your end -  it felt like the first time all over again.  You kept replaying the morning he left for tour in your head;  how long he held you in his arms,  the way he smelled and how soft his voice was not wanting to let go of you. Neither of you wanted to be separated from each other for 3 months but someone needed to watch Petunia and take care of the house, he trusted you the most so you opted to stay home. It seemed like a fairly easy decision at the time, until the first week without him dragged on for what felt like a month. You couldn’t sleep because he held you at night and talked to you until you fell asleep, you couldn’t eat due to the fact that you both cooked together or ordered take out, listening to music was daunting trying to find songs that didn’t remind you of him or how you felt about him.

He called when he had time, texted you every day when he finished a show and when they arrived in the next city. He sent pictures of his outfits before going on stage when he remembered and asked how your day was and how it went no matter how tired he was.

The last time you spoke to him on the phone was almost 4 days ago, the longest you’ve gone without talking to each other. He couldn’t hide how much he missed you if he tried, his voice soft and endearing. You waited until you knew their show was finished and dialed his number, after 3 rings it picked up and he answered, "Hey baby, I was just about to call you."

The sound of his sweet voice made your heart swell, "Oh yeah? I missed hearing your voice."

"I know, I'm sorry I've been in a weird mood lately" He admitted followed by a sigh. You were starting to put the pieces together why you hadn't spoken to you in a while, he hated calling you and bringing your spirits down. That didn't mean that you preferred not hearing from him, hearing from him even if he was feeling down was much better than not hearing from him at all.

"Luke, you could've called me."

"Baby I didn't think you wanted to hear from me." His voice defeated on the other line made your heart ache. You couldn't physically do anything to help him but send your unwavering support.

"Why wouldn't I want to hear from you?" You asked, hoping he'd realize that you wanted to hear from him no matter what.

"I don't know. Hows petunia?" His voice wasn't as animated as it usually was when he asked about her.

Something was up with him and you had a feeling he wasn't going to tell you, "She's good, sleeps on her giant bed in our room."

"Yeah? I'm surprised she doesn't sleep with you." He mentioned followed by yet another sigh.

You were shocked he didn't make a remark about how he missed sleeping next to you. The both of you always said you slept better next to each other than alone.

"She sleeps with me when I'm on the couch, how was the show tonight?"

You could hear him cough and say something to Ashton before answering, "It was good, the crowd new every lyric including our new songs.”

“That’s great, where are you headed tonight?”

It took a minute to respond, “Pittsburg, I think.”

Luke usually knew where he was headed next, at least he tried to. You couldn’t help but wonder what was going on that he was being so secretive, “Luke I’m worried about you.”

“I don’t need you to worry about me! I can take care of myself!” He said angrily before hanging up on you completely. He never hung up on you on purpose, he always said goodbye and I love you, no matter what.

Something was going on with him and you were determined to figure out what, you weren’t sure how you’d figure out what it was. You couldn’t sleep after your conversation with Luke, the way he abruptly ended the conversation scared you in ways you couldn’t explain.

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A week had gone by since your last phone call with Luke, he didn’t even text you to let you know where they were. You asked the boys to let you know if he was okay and safe, it wasn’t him but it was enough for the time being. You longed to hear his voice but you knew bothering him wasn’t going to help, it was hard not blowing up his phone but you wanted him to come to you.

Your phone vibrated against the nightstand waking you up abruptly, you grabbed your phone before it fell on the floor. You answered it before fully waking up and realizing who was even calling you, “Hello?”

“Did I wake you darling?” The familiar voice on the other line alarmed you, she usually texted you causing you to wake up.

“Yes but it’s okay Mrs. Hemmings, are you guys okay?” You asked as you sat up on the matress.

“Call me Liz darlin’. It’s not us I’m calling about. It’s Luke.” She sighed and you got up from the bed in anticipation of what she’d say.

“What about Luke?” You asked nervously as your heart rate sped up by the second.

“He misses you, more than he ever has. Last night’s show didn’t go well and he needs you. He’s not listening to any of the boys.” You weren’t sure how to feel about what Liz told you but you knew what you had to do.

“Thank you for calling me, I didn’t think he missed me that much. I’m gonna fly out there as soon as I can.” You sniffled as you tried to hide your emotions.

“Of course, sorry I woke you. Get some rest okay?” She comforted it before you said your goodbyes. You got out of bed and grabbed your laptop and turned it on illuminating the room. You looked at the tour dates and found the next show, searching various websites before finding a ticket tonight at 8pm. You texted the rest of the boys to inform them of your visit and to not let Luke know so he wouldn’t try and stop you.

After waking up fully you packed your bags and prepared yourself for yourself for what was to come. To your surprise the airport wasn't as busy and your flight was okay as far as flights went, the air was stuffy and the snacks were sub par. When you landed you immediately let the boys know so they could tell you where to go, they sent you the address to the venue and you anxiously sat in the backseat of the uber. Your nerves took over as your hands shook and your heart raced, once the uber dropped you off you grabbed your bags and waited for Ashton to meet you.

“Thank god you’re here, he’s been in a mood all day.” Ashton divulged as he walked with you backstage.

“I hope I can help.”

“Michael and Calum are on the bus to give you both some space.” Ashton mentioned as he stopped in front of the door, he slowly opened it and said “Hey Lu, someone’s here to see you.”

“Maybe I don’t want to see them.” You heard Luke say sassily as Ashton stepped out of the doorway so you could enter the room. Luke was laying down on the couch, looking at his phone. You cleared your throat and his eyes met yours. He sat up straight and cleared his throat, “Baby?”

You closed the door behind you as you walked up to him, “Hi baby, your mom called me.”

He sighed deeply before standing up to meet you, “You didn’t have to come.” His voice defeated as he ran his fingers through his curls.

“Do you not want me here?” It took everything in you not to cry at his words, he looked exhausted

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, your fingers intertwined as he led you to the couch, “Of course I do, I just don’t want you seeing me like this.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Luke talk to me.”

You both sat down on the couch and he let go of your hand slowly, “I’ve just been thinking a lot; you deserve better than me. I’m never home long enough for us to spend the quality time together that we need. I’m not good enough for you, you deserve someone who is always there and giving you everything. I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted a break or didn’t love me.”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think I love you?” You sighed before holding his face in your hands, “Baby, I’m so in love with you Luke. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. I don’t want anyone else, I want to be with you.”

“I love you so much, I don’t want to be with anyone but you. You deserve the world.”

“You are my world, Luke. You are more than good enough.” You kissed his lips softly as he held your waist.

“I love you.” He whispered on your lips before kissing your lips again, he picked you up bringing you into his lap, “I’m so happy your here, I missed you.”

“I know, I’ll stay as long as you need me.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he nuzzled his head in your shoulder hugging your waist tight.  

tagging my faves - @sanrioluke @twilightmomentswithyou @blackbutterfliescal @suchalonelysunflower @honeybunchcalum @himbocalum @lukeysdimples

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Coming Home

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Summary: After leaving the hospital Spencer and OC head to her parents house.

Warnings: Injury, hospitals, anxiety, swearing, death (past)

Parings: OC x Spencer Reid

Words: 1k +

A/N: going crazy with updating today sorry!

*I do not own any CM characters

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Part 7

Spencer~

The first few days after I was shot I slept more than I probably had in months. I would wake up every half an hour for a few minutes sometimes managing to eat a few bites of jello that Garcia bought for me before falling back into a hazy sleep. You would think that after being shot the first couple of times, this would all be routine for me, but this was different. It wasn't just different because I really had someone to worry about this time, but even I knew that this was worse. Much worse. The looks on the faces of just about everyone that walked into my room told me how horrible I must have looked. Sophie’s sobs from the first time I was conscious play over and over in my head, reminding me to never again forget how lucky I am to live everyday knowing her. To hear someone cry over you is one thing. But to hear your biggest love cry as if they are already mourning your death? That's something I doubt even someone without an eidetic memory could forget.

“Spencer, I'm not letting you leave AMA!” I looked up from my daze to find my angry girlfriend standing at the end of my bed.

“Are we talking about their AMA or your AMA?”

“Both! You were shot, for christ's sake!”

“But I have you to help me! You’ll know better than any of them if there's something horribly wrong with me and then we can take care of it! Plus, studies have shown that patients being cared for by loved ones in their own homes recover more quickly than patients in any other environments”

She crossed her arms and tilted her head at me.

“Fine. but you are not getting in a plane. We’ll stay in Maine until I clear you to fly, cappice?”

“I thought you wouldn't want to stay here-”

“Spence, don't worry about that, okay? I can survive a few nights with my mother if it means you don't do anything more to hurt yourself.”

Sophie~

So, I lied. Just a little lie, but nevertheless, a lie. Truthfully, I want to get out of this place more than Spencer could ever know. But if staying here means that he is at less risk, what choice do I have? 

“Hey mom, i'm sorry that I haven't called you back, things have been a little hectic” 

“Sweetie I'm not angry, I'm just confused! What’s going on with you?”

“I'm here mom. I’m at the Portland hospital with Spencer, and we need a place to stay until he's okay enough to fly.”

I stood in the corner of the room by the windows whispering in hopes to not wake the now sleeping Spencer, but failed. He looked towards me and furrowed his brows like he does whenever he is trying to piece things together. I attempted to mouth to him- all good, my mom, go back to sleep- but with the puzzled look he gave back to me I'm guessing I didn't do such a great job.

“Look mom, he just woke up so I have to go, but should I call Lu or can I bring him there?”

“Of course you can come here! There's no need to bother your sister, besides you know how she is around blood and that poor-”

“Okay thank you goodbye mom” I hung up my phone and made my way back to the chair beside the hospital bed where my computer and my blanket were messily thrown on the cushion.

“Once you are good to leave we are going to my house.”

“Your house? Am I about to meet your parents for the first time?”

“Yeah babe, you are. Got a suit?”  his eyes got really wide and I laughed while shaking my head.

“Im joking, Spence, I don't even know if I remembered to bring you pants, nevermind a two piece”

And so with a simple exchange and a lot of paperwork, we signed him out, found him some pants, and left the hospital.

Spencer~

Oh my god. You would think that my greatest shock of the past week would have been being shot multiple times, but no, oh no. My biggest shock of the week is that now, barely dressed, my torso covered only with the slightly bled on gause the nurses applied to me, I was about to meet my girlfriends parents. You would think that for such a short distance and for knowing each other for so long we would have at least corresponded a few times with her parents, but no. That was yet another topic that was a little too raw.

With an orderly pushing the wheelchair that I was in and Sophie walking briskly beside me with her hands full of medical supplies and various personal belongings, we made our way out to a big black dodge van. A man slightly shorter than me stepped out of the driver's seat, and a woman a little taller than Sophie stepped out of the passengers side. I could recognize them both from pictures around the apartment and her phone. If I could stand I would have shaken their hands, but in my current painful state the most I could do is try to look even half awake.

“Mom, dad, this is Spencer” I smiled through the pain and looked up at them. Both were smiling back but with a little apprehension, like they weren't quite sure what to make of me.

Our introduction was brief and very few words were said before Soph ushered me into a seat in the back and opened the opposite door to enter the seat beside me. As soon as she got in she quickly reached out to grab my one unrestrained hand and squeezed it so hard I thought she would have to wheel me right back into the ER.

“Hey, it's going to be okay, baby” I tried my best to reassure her, but without knowing why she was this scared in the first place, I wasn't sure how well I could help.

The car ride was shorter than I expected it to be. Although I am certain that I was asleep for the majority of it. When the car stopped I woke up and squeezed Sophie’s hand which still rested in mine. The house we stopped in front of was a light purple with a navy blue trim. The driveway was long and unpaved, passing a big pond on one side and a forest on the other. There were two other cars in the driveway and I could hear dogs barking from within the house. It was so unlike where I had grown up. It was beautiful, I couldn't understand how someone could hate this. A woman who looked almost exactly like Sophie approached the car and opened Sophs door.

“Well, look who finally came home”

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[whathelluci]

Seven Minutes in Heavenly Morning

Summary: The first time they sleep together, it’s not how they imagined it would be. Post 2x13 AU where they didn’t find out that Chloe is a miracle (for less drama cause apparently i’m still salty about what-might-have-beens)

You can also read it at AO3

Word Count: 3k+

Rating: T for slight smut and language

AN: This took me and my lazy procrastinating ass forever but I did it. My first 1k+ word count and first time writing a bit of smut. Please let me know how I did!

It’s rare for Chloe to sleep in, being a hardworking mother with a job, even on her occasional day offs. And in this quiet morning it feels like she just had the best dreamless sleep she’s had in a long time.

But years of routine woke her into consciousness. Half her brain drowsily reminds her to get ready for work, but Chloe uncharacteristically resists, giving herself a couple more minutes and nestles in deeper in her bed. Her wonderfully warm bed… that is breathing in and out under her…?

Her eyes slowly open, a bit disoriented when she doesn’t sense the familiarity of her bedroom. She’s actually in the living room, lying on the couch, with ��

Lucifer.

Her memory fits the puzzles into place of last night. Trixie was at a sleepover with a friend. Maze’s bounty-hunting kept her busy and away. She had the apartment to herself and the elation of solving a case with Lucifer hadn’t subsided so she invited him in.

In all honesty, Chloe had hoped they would end the night in her bedroom. She and Lucifer had been stoking the flames going on between them. She would flirt headfirst, his reaction turning in shocked disbelief then eventually in delight and respond in kind. He quickly caught on to her motives, not having to use his mojo game when she’s practically being so obvious. It didn’t go as she hoped for when he teased with her emotions, leaning into her personal space, lips a breath too far, the lust in his eyes drilling a hole in her head, then backed off leaving her frustrated. She supposed it was a bit of payback for all the times she rejected him.  But Chloe was not having it, not when she finally wants him in return. 

So during a case she raised her chin up, glared at the Devil in the eye and wagered for a kiss if she gets to catch the killer first. Lucifer accepted but he kept looking at her weirdly the whole time, eyes a thousand miles away. He may have been holding back and letting her win but sprang into action at the last minute out of nowhere and caught the suspect by the throat. After that he escorted her home, with them bantering back and forth on who actually won, which didn’t matter in the end when Lucifer still ravaged her mouth that left them both breathless. 

He stopped there despite her whined protest. “Darling, you’re being quite the sore loser. You lost and I still gave you a delectably generous kiss for free. I don’t think I heard you wagering anything more than that.” he teased, eyeing her ruffled hair and swollen lips. 

He didn’t look any better, or, he even looked more ravishing than ever, the smug bastard.

She looks up at the man in question. His unkept hair showing his adorable curls, lips thin and pink. In all there time together, Chloe has seen Lucifer in a whirlwind of emotions: with shameless flirtation, with uncontrollable fury, with exuberant glee in his eyes making him look young and immature for his age, then with haunted sorrow from experiences of the past that makes him look too ancient. And in their moments where he seems to allow himself, accepting to be vulnerable around her, with her, looking at her wonderstruck.

Unfortunately, they never made it even remotely close to the bedroom. Lucifer got distracted peeking around her stuff and found her old movie collection and gleefully insisted they watch it together. And there they were on the couch, snacking on popcorn and Cool Ranch Puffs, Lucifer’s commentaries had her laughing her head off until they both had to lean on each other, sides aching.

Chloe couldn’t remember how they ended up like this: with her practically on top of him, head nestled on his chest. Lucifer’s tall form couldn’t accommodate into the length of the couch so his knees were bent up, their legs tangled. His one arm around her waist holding her close, the other pillowing his head; his body is unnaturally warm keeping her comfortably toasted from the cool room temperature.

And this one she suspects no one has took the time to appreciate, the serenity of sleep in his face, free from the weight of everything, and he’s absolutely breathtaking. Chloe wishes he could be like this more often, no walls or masks, and hopes one day he would finally trust her enough to let her in. 

She commits him to memory and lies back down again to hear his heartbeat in her ear, her growing desire to bask in the morning with him fighting against her practicality to get the day started, but Lucifer is already stirring awake under her, unconsciously rubbing her back up and down and Chloe tries her best not to purr. 

She meets his eyes when they blear open and she is stunned motionless by the unguarded way he’s looking at her. Her heart starts racing violently, this did not go the way she had imagined. Chloe had planned to rip his shirt off and drag him to bed and have raging hot sex with him and instead they’re sleeping intimately on the couch still fully clothed and he’s looking at her the way a serious boyfriend would look at his girlfriend in the morning and she’s still not sure that he would consider having a monogamous relationship with anyone, particularly with her.

Lucifer doesn’t take notice on her internal monologue freak-out and seems to snap out of it. He confusingly looks around the apartment and settles back to her, eyes caught in headlights.

“I, um… good morning?” His voice is rough with sleep, chest rumbling under her.  

“Good morning.”

“Uh, how did we…?” His stuttering grounds her back and makes her grin.

“We fell asleep.”

“Well, that’s evident considering our current… predicament.” 

Chloe hums, she places her palms on his chest to rest her chin on. He’s incredibly flustered and it’s adorable. He still looks uncomfortably confused she thinks there’s more to it than accidentally falling asleep together.

“This doesn’t usually happen…”

“What, waking up with a woman on a couch? I bet you’ve done that loads of times.” She tries to keep her tone light. In another time, she was used to him being intimate with other people, but now it has her stomach growl for territory.

“Yes, but, you know, I slept with them. But I have never… slept with them.” For a suave club owner who could make girls swoons with just the way of his words, he can’t find them right now, but she finally gets it.

“Oh.”

Chloe probably would never solve all the mysteries of Lucifer Morningstar, the details of his past he could never hope to outrun no matter how hard he tries, the secrets he shares with his therapist that he might never tell her, which she tries to convince herself that it’s fine. She’s already accepted all of him. She can relate of not ever wanting to talk about painful histories, but she takes every moment to let him know that she’s there for him. But he avoids them with excessive partying, drinking, sex and women.  

She likes to think that Lucifer working with the LAPD is doing him good, that it’s his way of fighting against the demons in his head, though they’ll never really be gone. And she likes to think, hopes, that with the new friends he made: Linda, Ella, even Dan, her, is helping him find home here in Los Angeles when it seems like he didn’t have it with his family.

And lately, he’s gravitating closer to her. Chloe thinks about her earlier thoughts about him doing monogamy. He’s had sex with a lot of people but never actually had any emotional intimacy with them. Then it’s the complete opposite when it comes with her, ‘Granny Panties Decker’ Maze likes to call her. She and Lucifer had several of their so-called moments, but they haven’t had sex… yet. 

The thing between them, what they have, maybe it’s a first for him. 

As she’s contemplating all of this, he’s still staring at her with uncertainty, in silent desperation to hold on to her, unsteady. He’s completely out of his element. And Chloe gazes back to her partner who has come to be her best friend and knows they’ll make it as long as they have each other’s back. She thinks of comfort and company and silly tunes of Heart and Soul, nostalgic sandwiches and wet tears in expensive shirts from hugs, burgers and fries, calming waves and worthy partners, heart monitors and warm hands and reassurances of you and I, surprise glad-you’re-not-dead dinners and soft brown eyes and I’m-so-glad-you’re-okay kisses.

In some ways, this is a first for her, too.

And she’s looking forward in figuring it out with him.

Chloe consoles him with a smile, she’s kept him waiting long enough. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

She’s gotten pretty good at reading him now. And ever since there was the mere concept of them his reaction is always the same, with completed disbelief, as if with all his attempts to seduce her he’d gotten used to getting a no from her. And now he stares at her with that look again, like he’s never met a woman like her before, lips widening to a grin and eyes sparkling. And every time the butterflies in her stomach multiplies and makes her want to kiss him.

She’s already leaning towards him, noses touching, but he suddenly tenses up and stops her. “Right, not that I don’t enjoy ‘sleeping’ with you, shouldn’t we get up and get ready for work?”

Chloe blinks. The euphoria in her chest deflates. Right. They have to get to work, and she has to pick Trixie up from school later. They’ve already wasted a bit of time just lying here. And for Lucifer to suggest that instead of they get to a more comfortable sleeping arrangement like in her bed. Really, it’s like he’s avoiding having sex with her.

She huffs getting up, stretching her stiff limbs when Lucifer grunts under her. She’s about to ask when she feels her leg brushes up against his…oh. Oh shit.

Lucifer tightly shuts his eyes as he grips her hips to stop her, either from moving away or getting closer, she can’t tell. 

It’s just one slide away to sitting directly on top of him. Chloe smirks. For once, she has the upper hand, and moves to join them together where they’re both aching, and grinds down. Even still fully clothed, they gasp at the friction.

“Shouldn’t we take care of this first?” she teases, rubbing his chest, his stomach.

“Nope. I’m fine.” he says through gritted teeth.

“Really? Because it feels like you’re having a hard time down there.” Chloe keeps her hips moving, both pulsing against each other.

Lucifer glares up at her, irises darkened with lust. “Ooh, you naughty little minx.” he growls through his teeth.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle it?” she gloats. She’s loving her control over him. But it’s short-lived when his gaze turns feral.  

Lucifer sits up so fast, gluing their fronts together, he pushes her hips down while raising his, causing harder friction. Chloe moans, clawing his back.

“Is that another wager, darling?” he blows hot breath in her ear. She shudders at the endearment. “I think I have half a mind of taking you right here on this bloody couch for a round or three and then we’ll see who couldn’t handle it.”

He suddenly stops their movements. “But I’m not going to do that.”

Chloe furrows her brows. Is he seriously going to leave her like this? But he keeps going.

Lucifer pulls back to touch their foreheads together, the hunger in his eyes is still there, but there’s a soft brown that shakes her like thunder.

“When I finally get to have you, what I plan to do with you, I want to take my precious time getting to know all of you…” He slips his hands under her shirt.

“I want to have all the time in the world getting to know every freckle, every scar…” 

His voice turns deep and gravelly. Heat radiates from his touch as he reaches up to caress her shoulder where her bullet scar is. She in turn unconsciously places her palms gently on his back, just between his shoulder blades, but neither notices.

“Every sweet spot that makes you sing…”

Each word has her losing oxygen in her lungs. Dropping his head down to her neck, he sinks his teeth in. Chloe gasps.

The Devil whispers temptation and sin in her ear.

“Scream.”

He flips them over so she’s the one resting on the cushions with him directly above her. He then proceeds to kiss the living daylights out of her, and Chloe eagerly returns it. She cups his face in her hands as their lips glide. His kisses are intoxicating. Her body is buzzing with pleasure, she clenches her thighs around his waist to have him closer.

Their tongues slide so deliciously against each other that she doesn’t feel Lucifer popping her pants open. Sliding a hand in, slipping past her underwear, he finally touches her where she’s aching.

Chloe breaks their kiss to cry out. Head tilted back, Lucifer sucks on her exposed neck. She pants at the stimulation, gripping him tight. She grinds on his fingers, needing more.

Lucifer lifts his lips up to whisper more in her ear, asking her how she wants it, but she just moans, his voice melting her. Taking that as an answer, he puts two fingers in.

She muffles her scream in his shoulder, but he softly grips her hair to pull her back and looks her in the eye. “I want to hear you.” he whispers. She can’t help but whimper when his fingers move in and out faster, her legs shaking. He starts grinding himself on her pelvis and his thumb rubs her, hard.

He starts talking again, but she can’t focus on anything else but the pleasure he’s giving her. She’s so close. Then, one word registers to her mind, she hears her name on his lips. 

“Chloe.” 

And that’s it. Her back arches as she screams his name. Explosions bursts behind her eyes. His fingers keep going as he prolongs her climax. She whimpers and grips his shirt and he lets her cover her face in his chest, catching her breath.     

Chloe looks up to see Lucifer raising his palm to his mouth, licking off the wetness while staring at her with the most sexual gaze and she fucking swears she’s already wet again.

“And that was just a little teaser, love. Just wait for the main event when I finally get to have you in so many ways you will scream your throat bloody raw.”

Her body shivers in anticipation. He’s already figured out that whispering dirty promises in her ear and calling her nicknames turns her on.

“And that’s not even the best part. You get to top me anytime you want.”

At that, her mind replays a faded memory, a fantasy of passion on top of a piano, on a different couch, dragging down a devilish man by his horns.

Lucifer grabs her waist and lifts them both up to stand, she holds on to him her legs shaking from her high. They’re both a mess, clothes wrinkled and hair sticking out all over the place, his curls more prominent. He buttons her pants back in place, she flushes when his fingers brush her stomach, and straightens down her shirt. Now that they finally unstuck themselves from the couch, Chloe doesn’t want to let go of him just yet. Mind slightly cleared, she sees the tent in his pants is still there. She was so caught up with him pleasuring her with just his mouth and fingers that he didn’t get to relieve himself.

“Um, shouldn’t we…?” Minutes ago she was teasing him about it, now she’s suddenly shy.

He peers down at her, mischief in his eyes. She had figured a long time ago nothing ever comes good with that look. He holds her chin up and caresses her bottom lip with his thumb. It’s still moist.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something, love.”

Chloe shudders.

Some time later, she’s eating the omelet Lucifer has cooked for her while she took a shower (“It’ll be more fun if we shower together.” “How original, Detective.”), feeling refreshed wearing clean clothes. It doesn’t say the same for her partner. Lucifer had declined using her bathroom (“It’s not like I haven’t done the walk of shame, darling.”), opting to freshen up back at his place after they have breakfast together.

Speaking of, he’s eating across from her and she’s tries to take short peeks at him when she thinks he’s not looking. Lucifer casually cooking and having breakfast with her, that’s what usually couples do. It’s possibly the most normal thing they ever done together.

“You want some orange juice?”

“I think I’ve rejuvenated myself with some intoxicating juice earlier, love.” he says with a wink. He bites down his omelet showcasing his teeth without breaking eye contact. He chuckles when her face burns red.

Chloe’s halfway thinking of getting back at him by trailing her foot up his leg under the table and work him back up again when they hear the door open and close with a slam and Maze walks in.

“Maze!” Lucifer exclaims.

Chloe flops her foot back down, not feeling the same sentiment as she slumps down in her seat. The little bubble of just her and Lucifer popped too early for her before he even left.

“Hey, Maze.” she says feebly.

Maze is wearing her usual suggestive leather get-up when she stops short when she sees them, eyes flicking between them. Her eyebrows furrow and a frown starts to appear on her lips.

Lucifer doesn’t notice her silence and continues on. “So, how was your nightly hunt? I’d love to know how you caught your wretched bounty this time.”

Maze doesn’t answer, still scrutinizing them both. Though Lucifer groomed himself he’s still in his wrinkled suit and Chloe wonders if Maze is already figuring out why he’s here so early in the morning. She finally settles to glare at him.

“You. Out.”

“What?!” Chloe and Lucifer asks.

She doesn’t take her eyes off him. “You heard me.”

Lucifer sputters. “But – but I haven’t finished my omelet -”

“I don’t care. Out. Or I’ll make you.”

But Maze is already gripping his elbow and bodily drags him out of his chair and to the door with unbelievable strength and speed. Lucifer can’t do anything but helplessly look back at Chloe. She rushes to them, but Maze already has him out of the apartment and slams the door on his face.

“Maze.” Chloe chides her. There was a muffled “Mazikeen!” behind the door. Maze just shrugs and leaves them.

Chloe sighs and opens the door. She sees Lucifer fixing himself as best as he can, sighing as well.

“Well, it’s no fun anymore when a demon spoils the morning,” he mutters, but looks up to smile at her anyway. “Raincheck, darling?”

She pouts. “I’ll see you later, then?” she asks hopefully, reaching for his arm and then thinks, of course she will, they work together. She’s just being clingy after being so close to him the whole night.

He grins wider and grasps her back. “Tall non-fat almond milk latte with sugar-free caramel drizzle.”

“And no vodka this time.” she playfully reminds him.

“No promises.” he retorts back.

She giggles. They both lean at the same time for a kiss. Chloe smiles into it, heart fluttering. The last touch between them is the tips of their fingers.

She watches him go until he’s out of sight, the atmosphere suddenly feels empty. Cold. She shakes her head and closes the door and turns back to the kitchen to see Maze in Lucifer’s previous spot eating the rest of his omelet. She’s staring at her.

“How was it?” Maze asks, mouth full.

“How was what?” Chloe asks back. She drinks her coffee, already knowing where this is going.

“I think you know what I mean, Decker.”

“I think I don’t know what you think you mean, Maze.”

“You had sex with him, didn’t you?”

“And what gave you that idea?”

Maze rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Please, I don’t have to be a detective to figure out that Lucifer slept the night here, Decker, he looked like a fucking rat’s nest. I can analyze post-sex better than you do at a crime scene. Not to mention, don’t think I missed you playing footsie when I came in. And it’s not a coincidence that you’re wearing a turtleneck of all days to hide, I don’t know, a hickey, maybe?”  

The more Maze listed off the deeper Chloe lowers her face behind her mug, cheeks burning.

“But that’s not just it, isn’t it?” Maze leaned over the table to squint at her. “You’re still sexually frustrated. Which means he just left you with enough satisfaction but he never did the deed and finally put his dick in your pussy. Or up your ass.”

“Maze!” Chloe says automatically, but there’s no eight-year-old kid around to hear it.

Maze just smirks. “Am I right or am I right?”

How Maze could know all that she doesn’t want to know. Chloe could just deny it more or say it’s none of her business, but she’d been so frustrated the last two weeks of Lucifer leaving her hanging.

She hangs her head and sighs deeply. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Fingers or tongue?”

“I am not going to answer that, Maze.”

She shrugs and leans back, taking another mouthful. “It’s not like him, though. Seriously, he stopped bringing strippers over to his place. I don’t get why he hasn’t boned you ‘til you can’t walk your way to work.”

Chloe silently agrees and thinks about his promise earlier and wonders when he’ll get to it.

She’s about to leave when her phone buzzes and sees a text from Lucifer.

I had a wonderful time ‘sleeping’ with you, Detective. I have better ‘sleeping’ arrangements at my penthouse the next time you want to get more cuddly with me. I have no qualms of you screaming my roof off. No one to interrupt us this time. It’ll be just you and me. ‘Sleeping’ together.

The text ends with a devil emoji. Chloe can’t help but laugh at his quotations, shaking her head. Her heart jumps in elation.

“I wanna hear all about it!” Maze calls.

Probably not, but Chloe sends her a smile over her shoulder anyway. She closes the door and heads over to her car, debating the whole way whether or not she’ll reply if she and Lucifer could do it on a weekend.  

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[shytiff]

May Small Wins

1 - lazed, went to racheel’s place and put my motorbike there, went to slipi jaya with silvi devi reza to watch seobok (it was fun!!), had iftar at the yumz green sedayu. It was raining when we get back. prayed maghrib and isya in some random mosque. went back and arrived at like 8 past sumn. showered, slept like a babyy

2 - lazed, slept and woke up at like 11, went to nila’s house, practiced doing eyeliner by borrowing nila's (focallure brand), iftar at green sedayu foodcourt (originally intended to go to the yumz but it enforces actual distancing) with angkot ppl minus tik will. Arrived home at about 9-ish.

3 - magang as usual. Went to rm. Took mrt to lebak bulus. My inaco salary finally came. My head kinda hurts after tarawih. Ended up skimming over bj alex lmaooo. Did not shower today lol,,,,

4 - added dr dafsah's revision to the excel database otw to rsf. Pak nardi took a while to arrive. Left rsf early to go to the bank. I (((finally))) activated m-banking lmaooo wow the features are neat wow im not jahiliah anymore. Found this method of just let it sweat anyway during tarawih lmaoo. Preferably with long sleeves bcs somehow you feel less of the sweaty feel compared to tshirt.

5 - sampling - data entry - RM as usual. Theres no new RM. Read a goood dramione fic by bex chan even if its not complete, its okay. Im okay :"))). Iftar was soup, salad, chicken katsu and french fries. Its been 2 days that i practiced sleeping-to-rain-sound. The first night was spent as a dreamless quick sleep (its over before you knew it), but tonight i dreamed abt almira's wedding lmaoo.

6 - no sampling today!! Still went to rsf tooo go to the mall w regen lmao. Did some data entry. Went to PP by mrt. Went back by going to halte gbk and thankfully the kalideres one arrived after only waiting for 5 mins. Its surprisingly quick, compared to lebak bulus - pesakih trip. Took abt 20 mins to jelambar.

7 - no sampling today too. Dr vera gave us lebaran cookies! Did gcp for bu suryati a5. Went to rm, finally finished the available rm. Went home early. Can finally relax since its the weekend.

8 - literally laid in bed til my body hurts. Rly want to read sumn but dunno what. Finally decided to read momoiro heaven. And rere hello. And after iftar i read lack of love. And just like tht, my saturday was gone. Cant bring myself to do things

9 - its another day of lazying (or self sabotaging, cant tell). Read spy family and its effin hilarious. Wasted my sunday. Cant bring myself to even move and i just laid in bed all day.

10 - last day of work in the weeekend lmao. Felt better than being in AR, but still not that much productivity. Went to RM. Phone call w fianti along the way to plan food in almira's bridal shower. Went back at 12-ish. Picked up my dress from risma busana. Walked to and fro halte kebon jeruk. Prayed zuhur close to ashar in kfc's mushola. Felt better after ~8k steps. Had homelab's green tea mixed with vsoy. It honestly made me feel better. Matcha, or caffeine, sure is amazing. At least i had a sense of normalcy before losing all the will to self-care

11 - consumed internet entertainment u til i was sick and tired of it. Watched a lot of cut videos. Granny came and stayed over. So i slept upstairs

12 - same as 11 but upstairs. More relatives came near iftar time so i excused myself to shower. Slept in mom n dads room at like 12-ish. Watched hp goblet of fire since keisha and karins newest obsession was draco. We squealed together over liking enemies to lovers trope haha,,,,

13 - Somehow all of dad's jakarta relatives came for lebaran. the last time i checked, there were some bridges being burned. prayed eid at home. watched perempuan tanah jahanam (which was surprisingly not scary). ate. napped. talked about personal things w keisha and karin. i cant believe the time has finally come where we talk about this kinda stuff. watched you’re next (it barely has any plot, just gore). they went back at about 8 pm and i just sleptttt yall lmao i didnt shower today. disgusting, i know

14 - cam barely get out of bed. Managed to shower at zuhur time. Watched dalbang and laughed like crazy bcs its just that funny. Read fanfics. Tiktok. Ate once and had greenfield yogurt at the evening. Fell asleep. Woke up at 1 and snacked on 1 pack of oat krunch

15 - run bts. Originally planned to go to flavola but it was still closed, so i went to dm's dunkin. Ordered orange juice and oeanut choco donut but somehow the price wasnt package price hhh. Turns out my clires account was somehow banned. So i contacted the admin. Instead of doing dr dafsah's excel i ended up taking off the makara sticker from my laptop. Bought some stuff for almira's bridal shower. Bought arirang at hari2 (its funny bcs yesterday i was seeing online marketplace, planning to buy it, but turns out hari2 the magical place had buy 2 get +1 deal for arirang.

16 - run bts. Managed to move my body a bit. Did 20 squats (ill elaborate on this later). That improved my mood. Tidied up some of my stuff. Saw the paper bag of random memorabilias by friends.

17 - went to rsf by tj. left kalideres 06:45 and arrived at RSF 8:15. sampling. went to RM (still no new ones). picked up by mom. went to salemba for almira’s bridal shower. originally planned to get padang at citra minang behind BK but it was closed. so we drove around looking for open ones. ended up buying it in a small (but crowded) padang place near a big padang restaurant lmao. was the first one to arrive at acacia. checked in, pulled the bed near the wall. showered. its hilarious sometimes with a bit more serious discussion anjayy. went home w febby who drove and clara

18 - went to mcd to get lunch (since everyone’s fasting) and tried to muster the will to do something. i didnt manage to do anything except shopping online (brought dusty pink hijab at hijup). got spicy chicken and iced coffee. (spoiler alert: tomorrow i got mencret2 lmaooo). read my suha and beyond the skidipapap its actually rly good

19 - went to RSF (with mom as usual. quickly snapped RM pictures while mom was waiting. went with her to mami’s house bcs she and uwak will fly to banjar. finally got to meet haekal, he’s such a smiley babyy its basically free therapy. planned outing with nisa lmao. from soekarno hatta we went to vintage vibes lmao since we’re already out. vintage vibes is more crowded now. and there’s less good findings now. went back emptyhanded. ate chicken arirang since there’s no food. fell asleep at like 06:30 until early morning lmaooo

20 - woke up at 2-ish am, played my phone, fell asleep at like 9?, woke up again at 11 lmaooo. went to sbux. had matcha latte. did some inaco work. todays the most productive ive been this week.

21 - went to gi with febby to also meet up with fi, bought falsies and glue (later proved to be of a horrible quality), siraman and pengajian almira (first time seeing an actual siraman), went to blok m w nes ren ara gen. Tried naruto takoyaki at little tokyo, went to daitokyo (i didnt eat anything), and got matcha cake, sakura and mango raspberry gelato at kebun ide. Picked up by mom. Renata gifted me bts 2021 winter package photocard 🥺🥺

22 - iluni internship webinar by dr naldo. Grabbed fried chicken master. Stupid time management etcetc made my start makeup at 12 (febby went out at 13:30). My falsies and hijabdo was done by herrr thank god for the help. Went to swissbel. Didnt take a pic w almira bcs time. Almiras wedding at damai indah golf pik. My skin was TERRIBLE at the wedding. The make up didnt stick prolly bcs of vitacid. Thank god for masks,,, went back home w febbyy. Made tiktok lmao

23 - lazed. Went to flavola. Its finally daytime caffeine again w kopsuscok. Did dr triya's translation work and finished it at home. She transferred the fee at like 11pm

24 - off to RSF with mom. no new medical records. wrote fuad’s name on the medrec borrowing form. continued to nisa’s place w mom. lazed, played w haekal, put some patient’s phone number on the inaco excel. Off to GBK with nisa and sarah. parked at abc field (shouldve parked near GBK’s H gate). saw moja museum 2.0, took lots of pics. mo paint (moral lesson: draw the background first!! not the foreground). finished at 16:30. ashar at masjid al-bina. nisa dropped me off at gbk tj station. prayed maghrib on the bus since the traffic was so ughh. met atikah in lippo puri. decided to eat seirockya so we walked to puri. talked about a certain someone along the way. we rly talked about it while walking until we arrived at seirockya. atikah treated me uyeyy since she and racheel will stay in depok for 2 weeks starting tomorrow. got the shoyu ramen and gyoza. took the taxi to atikah’s place. mom’s waiting there lmaoo i was like “noo dont wait at jco, just wait at atikah’s”. still felt energized that night in my bed. no sleepy2. like 100% awake. 

25 - woke up at like 9:30. i basically did nothing today. didnt even shower lmao (i showered last night). read the good teacher in one go. zoom meeting w dr eva. i rly need some structure in life, goshhh

26 - showered and went to mcd. got nasi uduk, breakfast wrap and milo for 26k (thanks mcd app promo and mcd duta garden’s menu machine, i dont have to interact with another human). planning to do dr dafsah’s excel after all the data is complete, and still no new inaco data, so i ended up.... online shopping at bobobobo....... (bought outer and white culotte). tidied up the writings on my stickies (plenty of words has accumulated). ordered onejai for emir juan (expensive!!! 79k no promo lolll but free delivery. i was baited by gojek’s 1k 2 week subscription and felt like hmmm i should get something since we live in the middle of nowhere and free deliveries felt significant at that particular time when im holding my phone lmao). fell asleep after drinking vsoy + matcha lol its soft caffeine no longer works i guess

27 - woke up late as usual, went to sbux at 1 pm. tried white peach matcha frapp. the peach overpowers and u can barely taste the matcha. tried to read something useful (in medicine) but skimmed 2 ppt and then i saw solid’s bitly for isip. finished reading banana fish. couldnt bawl my eyes out because im outside.

28 - checked out rsf. Still no new ones. Immediately went back. Lazed and wasted my time

29 - iluni webinar. Here comes the impending life crisis. Ate nasi uduk and mie goreng telor today. Tried vsoy golden grain with matcha. It has almond aftertaste. Line call with kris for almost 4 hrs until 11 past sumn pm.

30 - more iluni webinar. Dr Eric, SpPD, PhD was rly cool. Tried daily box (butter soy chicken). Quite tasty. Mkg w regen. Videocalled in the mall w silvi racil bcs its ale and nadaa's wedding today. Bought gooma 500ml matcha w gofood pickup discount. Ate sushi go (the shoyu has mirin btw). 50k+ you get 6 piece of sushi (2 salmon) and matcha cake and ocha. Quite a nice deal. Talked abt cryptocurrency lmao. Went back and forth w TJ. All hail tj

31 - planned to do at least some productive stuff at home. turns out nila is outside and had some time to spare. so we went out. i met her in citra 6. we went to pik’s white beach. its scorching hot since its 2 pm. spent like 15 mins there. we had wanted to stop by monsieur spoon but THERES A QUEUEEE even if its a hot afternoon. so we ate tom sushi at green sedayu. talked a bit afterwards in nila’s place and then i was picked up by emir. tried gooma’s matcha. its not sweet like sbux. approved by mom (who doesnt like sweets). but its more expensive than sbux’s 2L 100k promo lol. (45k after gopay pickup promo for 500 ml). reread bj alex lmaooooo found new tidbits

[billinghamn]

2019 Aug – Utah Hols: Day 2 - Thu 15 Aug 2019 - London Heathrow to Miami

So this is our upgraded one bed suite at the Hilton Heathrow T5; not that we spent that much time in here!

Looks nice eh? Except for the fact that it was roasting. The air con didn’t work properly, and we phoned down for a maintenance man. By this time, Vick was desparate to go to bed, so was not in a great mood.

In response to a request for a maintenance man, reception sent up a fan! Not good enough, and we ended up having to switch back in to a king bed room on the Exec floor. It was at least nice and cold.

We slept pretty well, and enjoyed a hearty breakfast in the Hilton restaurant, where we stole the milk from a very nice mental health nurse who used to work in Sweden. Luckily he didn’t take milk in his coffee, so we all politely laughed at the situation.

We grabbed an Uber to take us to Heathrow T3, and it was our first time in a Nissan Leaf, which is a fairly cheap all-electric car. We asked the driver about the range, how long it took to charge up, and whether the limited range had any impact on his ability to provide an Uber service. He was keen to talk EVs with us, but we didn’t mention that we drove a Tesla. It didn’t seem the right thing to say.

Flight: BA0209 Equip: 747 Sched Depart: 13:45 Actual: 13:46 Sched Arrival: 18:05 Actual: 17:37 Takeoff: 14:08 Landing: 17:30

Fast track security at T3 was fairly empty, and we were soon through and in to the Cathay Pacific Lounge. We grabbed a couple of seats in the window, and I popped down into the AA Lounge to get boarding cards for our onward flight from Miami to Las Vegas.

We had two Spa treatments scheduled for 10:20 and 10:40. We both had facials which were very relaxing. The massage chair has gone, replaced by a heated pad on which we lay. A great way to start our trip across the pond.

I had a minor embarrassing moment when I came back to the Cathay Pacific Lounge after my spa treatment. When I approached our seats (from directly behind) I saw a woman sat in the seat (facing away from me), so I decided to mess with Vick’s hair. After a second, I realised it wasn’t Vick! I quickly moved to our seats (which were adjacent), and the woman wondered what was happening to her head. Luckily, she didn’t realise it was me!

Just in case we might get hungry between our hearty breakfast at the hotel and our lunch on board our BA flight to Miami, we popped in to the Qantas Lounge to check out the food offerings. We picked a stupendous butter chicken - I could have missed our flight to Miami, stayed here instead and kept eating…

We headed down to Gate 1 as soon as the gate was announced, and we waited for boarding to commence. It wasn’t the normal scrum affair when boarding the Miami flight, partly due to the scanning of boarding passes and being herded in to a pen. We were soon on board using Door B and in to seats 2A and 3A.

We were first into the First cabin, and out of 14 seats, only 7 were occupied. That meant that the guy in 2K was invited to move forward in to 1K, and Vick could move forward next to me in row 2. That gave us the opportunity to chat, but retain the additional space that row 2 (on a 747) offers.

We celebrated heading over the pond with another glass of LPGS.

We were provided pre-flight drinks, as normal. That meant I had started an LPGS drinkathon. After taking off, our assigned cabin crew member ensured my drink was regularly topped up. Soon after take-off, we received a plate of hors d'oeuvres, which were interesting, but not exactly “up our street”. I would have much preferred a selection of three mini pork pies!

We decided to crack on with lunch as soon as we could. The menu looked good, and we chose to dine together using the 747 buddy seat.

Shortly after take-off, the guy in 1K invited a couple from Club (upper deck) to spend time with him in row 1. It turned in to a bit of a party in the front row. The crew were happy to provide drinks etc, but ensured only the occupant of 1K received a First-Class meal at his seat. It was a reasonable compromise, although Vick was wondering about whether she would be able to sleep through the noise they were generating.

Lunch was a tasty affair, as it always is with BA. Vick started with a mozzarella salad, and I had the wild boar tortellini - both very tasty.

For mains, the old girl went for the chicken and I tried the Angus beef. Unfortunately BA had gone back to the bad old days of the beef being overcooked. There was a good amount of veg on the side though.

Pudding was tasty.

After lunch, we both had our beds made up, and got some much-needed shut-eye. Vick decided to use one of the seats further back to avoid the noise from row 1, but by the time I woke about 3 hours later, the guests in row 1 had departed. I wasn’t sure whether they were invited to leave, or they left of their own accord.

A little later after Vick had awoken, the CSD came to see her, and offered her 4,000 Avios for having to move seats due to the noisy people in row 1. Well done Vick - some free Avios for (effectively) nothing!

Afternoon tea was served and the cabin crew were happy to warm Vick’s wheat-free scones up for her, whilst I devoured all of the sandwiches and cakes offered to me!

The remainder of the flight was fairly uneventful, and we got a good view of Miami on final approach.

We arrived early in to Gate E24 at Miami, leaving through Door 2L. The warm air hit us as we walked up the air bridge, although it was hardly uncomfortable! It wasn’t long before we arrived at the Global Entry kiosks.

#Holiday to Utah in Aug 2019 #ba flight #hols #nige #vick #all