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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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Three Days of Love--Luke&Lily Valentine’s Day Special

A little love from Luke and our flower girls!🥰💕

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: implied sexual situations, mentions of pregnancy and morning sickness

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February is a very fun month for the Hemmings household. Yours and Luke’s anniversary is on the 8th and then there’s Valentine’s Day which the girls have always loved. Lily loved having you and Luke help make her Valentine’s Day mailbox for school; she loved using glitter and placing hearts all over it. Posy loved to make and decorate the heart shaped cookies you always baked and made one special for Ashton who boasted about it for days.

This year was a little different because ever since you found out you’re pregnant again, your morning sickness has been every day and all hours of the day.

You’ve had a migraine ever since you dropped Lily off at school. You gave her a kiss, made sure she had her Valentine’s all ready to hand out (a special glitter one was for Roman only) and reminded her Cory and Ella would be picking her up after school.

Thankfully, work was on the slower side, but your head and shoulders were full of pain and even the slightest bit of movement made your stomach turn but you never got sick which was a very small win considering. Halfway through the day there was a knock on your door and a man with a large red box and a white bow strode in.

“Y/N Hemmings?” he asks.

“Yes, that’s me,” you respond watching him set the box on your desk. There’s a small card under the ribbon with your name on it. You’d recognize Luke’s loopy script anywhere.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” the delivery guy says and leaves the room.

You pull the box towards you slowly, making sure your stomach stays inside, and open the envelope. It’s a small card with two little lovebirds on the front. On the inside he wrote:

I couldn’t ask for a more wonderful wife than you. Thank you for being the wonderful woman you are and for being mine. You’re a bird, I’m a bird and we create the sweetest song. I love you endlessly my love.

xx Luke

The tears of love and tenderness fall freely, you won’t even deny it’s partially from your hormones, but Luke is the sweetest and you can’t wait to go home to him and spend the weekend together. You untie the ribbon and lift the box to see a beautiful display of red, pink, and white roses designed into a heart shaped ‘wreath.’ The smell is intoxicatingly sweet, but in a good way. At the bottom of the heart is another ribbon with the words ‘My Sweetheart’ written in glittered calligraphy.

How’d you get so lucky with Luke?

By the time you get home, your feet are sore, your breasts are tender, and you’re absolutely famished. Your nausea tends to disappear at nighttime, and you want to eat everything in sight. When you open the door and kick off your shoes, you see a display of all your favorite foods on the counter.

Luke and Posy are sitting at the kitchen table coloring in her coloring book she got from Ashton.

“Mama home!” she shrieks dropping her red crayon and slipping off the kitchen chair. Luke’s hands hover around her little body to make sure she doesn’t bang her head on the edge of the table, then she runs to you.

You set your box with Luke’s delivery on the table and lift her in your arms.

“Hi, my love bug,” you kiss her cheek and wipe away a leftover crumb from her goldfish cookies. “What are you coloring with daddy?”

“Veggies!” she raises her arms and you peer at the table just as Luke stands up. He’s wearing basketball shorts and his black FOF hoodie. He looks extra cozy.

“Ashton better frame each of these on his fridge since he’s such a veggie man,” Luke grins grabbing onto your elbow. He ducks down to give you a soft kiss. “Welcome home, lovie.”

“Hi,” you respond almost shyly, bringing his hand into yours. “What’s with all the food?”

“This is the first gift of the weekend. I have all the food you’ve been able to tolerate right now and the three of us are going to watch Princess movies until this little one’s bedtime.” He pinches Posy’s cheek lovingly; she giggles in response.

“And what are the two of us going to do, then?”

“You’ll see,” he winks. “Let’s eat.”

After singing and reading Posy to sleep, Luke takes your hand and leads you into your bedroom then into the bathroom. There’s candles lit, soft music playing, and the bath is drawn complete with bubbles and rose petals.

“Oh, Luke,” you exhale breathing in the warm glow of the room.

“I have your pajamas on the counter and bought you some new lotion,” he kisses your neck before pushing you closer to the safe haven of water. “I have your playlist set up but if you want to watch your shows or a movie, that’s all set up too.”

“Aren’t you going to join me?” you turn to face him, a slight pout on your face. His blue eyes dance with the flickering of the candles.

“Not tonight. Tonight, this is all for you,” he kisses your forehead. “Tomorrow it’s you and me because Posy is spending the night with Ashton and KayKay. More surprises are coming your way, Mrs. Hemmings.”

He gives you a soft peck, but you keep him closer by holding onto his neck. You press your body against his, feeling how warm he is, and your fingers tangle in his curls.

“I’d rather have you make me come…” you murmur. He groans.

“We have all of tomorrow and well into the night for that, trust me,” he gives you one more kiss. “Now, get in there before I change my mind.”

“Yes sir,” you sigh slinking away from him. He makes another audible groan, and you smile to yourself as you start to strip.

You peek behind your shoulder to see him watching you, his fingers stroking the sides of his beard that you’ve been aching to feel between your legs. The way he’s watching you gives you butterflies, it’s with such an intensity as his eyes follow your slow movements. The way he’s looking at you doesn’t even make you think about your stretch marks or the extra parts of skin you just can’t get rid of. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel…empowered and sexy.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you say bashfully and climb in the tub carefully. The water is the perfect temperature as you sink further in.

“Like what?” he asks picking up the tub remote. He turns on the jets.

“Like you’re about to devour me,” you pick up one of the red petals and give it a sniff.

“That’s for tomorrow, lovie. Enjoy your bath,” he kisses the air in your direction then exits the room.

You’re woken up to Posy’s cries from down the hall. Your muscles still feel relaxed from your bath and as you stir, Luke does as well.

“I’ll get her,” he grunts trying to get up.

“I got her, stay in bed,” you pat his shoulder affectionately and get out of bed. Petunia follows you into Posy’s room. “Good morning, Po!”

“Morn’mama!” she sits up in her crib, her curls looking like a rat’s nest from just waking up. “Unca Ash?”

“Not yet, Posy,” you shake your head lifting her from the crib and to her changing table. “Uncle Ash will be here at lunchtime. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Waffles!”

After breakfast, going for a morning walk, and Posy’s nap. It’s time for Ashton to come pick her up for her sleepover. Luke already has her overnight bag packed with all her essentials ready to go. After your shower, there was another little card pressed in the mirror’s edge.

Wifey was written on the outside. When you opened it you read,

While I prepare for OUR special night tonight, you will enjoy a full spa treatment. Mani pedis, a facial, and a ninety-minute massage. When you come home, you’ll be in the dojo of our love.

“You’re ridiculous,” you murmur into Luke’s neck from behind the couch. You pepper his cheek in kisses, his soft beard tickling your lips. He’s watching Blue’s Clues with Posy until Ashton arrives.

“How so?” he laughs craning his neck to look at you.

“You’re spoiling me way too much this weekend,” you wrap your arms around him.

“It’s my job to spoil you,” he hums and kisses your jaw.

“Where’s my favorite two-year-old?” Ashton’s voice booms as he enters your house.

Posy gasps and is quick to hop off the couch.

“Careful, Pose, careful!” Luke reprimands gently as she darts towards Ashton’s voice.

“Unca Ash!”

“Hi my girl! Are you ready for pizza and chocolate and dance parties and jumping on the bed?” Ashton tallies off as he spins Posy around.

“Ashton, do not—”

“Don’t worry, I’m supervising the children,” KayKay smiles shaking her head at the pair. “There will be pizza and chocolate and a dance party…but we don’t jump on the bed.”

You and Luke laugh at her statement but know full well the couple will take care of your Posy. She always has a fun time at their house.

“Thanks for taking her again,” Luke stands up from the couch. You follow him as he lifts Posy’s things to Ashton. “Want to have a special night with my lady.”

“Then why are you sending me away?” you laugh.

“It’s all a gift!”

“Ridiculous,” you shake your head at him fondly. “You be good for Uncle Ash and Aunt KayKay, Posy Mae, okay?”

“Otay, mama,” Posy smiles reaching her arms out to you. “Bye.”

“Bye, I love you,” you hug her tight and kiss her cheek before handing her off to Luke.

“We’ll see you tomorrow when we go pick up Lily. Have fun, yeah?” Luke pokes her nose, and she nods. “I love you, bug.”

“Love you!” she wriggles out of Luke’s arms to the floor then grabs KayKay’s hands tugging her to the door. “Time to go!”

“What time will you be by tomorrow?” Ashton asks hefting her two bags on his shoulders.

“Around ten, then we’ll get Lils from Cory’s,” Luke explains.

“Awesome, see you then. Have fun you two,” Ashton winks then follows his own love and Posy out the door. KayKay and Posy are singing baby shark, a song that Ashton introduced her to and wouldn’t stop singing for weeks.

“And then there were two,” you sigh dramatically twisting around to face Luke. You intertwine your fingers with his, grinning up at him like a lovesick puppy.

“Technically three,” his eyes drop to your stomach that is just starting to show. “How are you feeling today?”

“In love with my husband. And also wondering what he has up his sleeve,” you giggle.

“You’ll see soon enough, lovie,” he smiles.

Your spa day was very much enjoyed and went by too fast but that just made you more excited to get home to Luke and what he was planning. Before you left for your day, he told you to call him before you were on your way, so you did.

“Hi lovie,” he greets before the second ring went off. “How was your relaxation?”

“Amazing,” you sigh pulling away from the curb. “Am I safe to come home?”

“You are,” his voice surrounds the whole car over the Bluetooth. “Before you come inside…there’s something you need to grab from the mailbox first. Then ring the doorbell.”

You make a face at the odd set of rules.

“Uhh…okay? That’s oddly specific,” you laugh.

“I’ll see you soon. Drive safe.”

When you open the mailbox there’s a small box inside. You open it to see the cotton nightgown he bought you for your anniversary this year. It’s a blushing pink with white lace along the breasts and on the hem. It was also very see-through cotton. On top of the nightgown was a red blindfold with the words ‘sexy time’ written across the eyes.

“Ridiculous,” you chuckle and make your way to the front door. You ring the doorbell like he said and he’s quick to open and shut it behind him before you can peek inside.

“Let me put this on you,” he takes the blindfold holding it over your eyes. His fingers are gentle as he ties the satin, he kisses the crown of your head. “Now I’m going to lead you to the bedroom and you’re going to put this on for me and come into the living room.”

His lips graze your ear as he tells you the next set of instructions. You smell and abundant aroma of sweet flowers as you pass the living room. He spins you around, gives you a knee buckling kiss then takes the blindfold off.

“I’ll see you out there,” he hums.

When the door snaps shut, you move as quickly as you can to take off your clothes and put on the nightgown. You’re glad you shaved this morning in the shower. You freshen up a little bit, spritz on a bit of perfume and make your way downstairs where you hear Luke playing guitar.

When you turn the corner, you recognize it as ‘stuck in gravity’ which is your wedding song and Luke is sitting on the floor on a large, white fur rug. His black shirt is open, exposing the planes of his chest while he plays and hums along to the lyrics. He lifts his eyes to you, smirks, then starts to sing.

If he didn’t take your breath away then the rest of the room did. There’s balloons everywhere, fuzzy pillows and an array of sweet treats on the coffee table. A pink balloon is in front of the table forming the word ‘love’ and in front of Luke is a red rose.

“Luke…”

“Yeah, this high, high love that you give to me is dripping down my hands like honey, it’s all I’m missing…”

You take in the whole room, amazed at the twinkly lights and candles. The pool even has floating flowers that are lit up shining through the sliding doors. You move towards him, the fur rug tickling your toes and you sit next to him. He sings of dripping honey, but his voice is what sounds like it. when he’s finished the song, you launch yourself at him, kissing him hungrily.

“You’re the most amazing, thoughtful, kind, and best husband,” you tell him. He chuckles beneath you and shifts the guitar from his lap.

“And you’re the most wonderful, kind, loving, and sexiest wife,” he whispers.

He lays you down gently on the fur rug. You moan at the comfort of it and at Luke’s hand slipping up your nightgown. You make love amongst the flowers and sweet delicacies; his heavy breathing and your soft moans fill your space of love.

You eat the food he’s prepared, feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries. When a drop of chocolate drops on your shoulder, Luke is quick to lick it up and it’s your turn to push him on the floor.

It’s a night where you’re the only two in the world. Loving on each other, whispering sweet sentiments, fingers and hands exploring spaces you’ve memorized. You’ve never felt so loved.

Posy runs up the walk to Cory and Ella’s door where Ella is standing smiling and waving. She lifts Posy in her arms and waits for you and Luke to come inside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, guys!” she says giving you both a hug.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” you smile and take a good look at her. She’s almost a month further in her pregnancy than you are and she’s glowing with the perfect bump.

“I hope you two had a good night,” she nudges your elbow knowingly.

“The best. Luke spoils me too much,” you throw him a look and he grins.

“Mama! Daddy!” Lily exclaims bounding to you and Luke.

“Hi my sweet! How was your weekend?” Luke swings her up in his arms.

“Fun! I made you all Valentine’s!” Lily says happily. “And I got this from Roman.”

You and Luke look down at her hands that are touching a candy necklace. There’s a big heart in the center that says ‘be mine’ on it. You share a look with Luke. Roman and Lily have been best friends since kindergarten, you and his moms always tease about them getting married someday. Trina and Sophie are one of your closest friends and they’ve raised Roman to be such a gentleman.

He’s so sweet with Lily but he also brings her out of her shell a little bit. They’re a great pair of friends and now you know why she gave him the only card with glitter on it.

“That’s very pretty, Lily,” you smile. “Did you say thank you?”

“Yep! He liked my card and said he’d use it as a bookmark!”

“Hey guys,” Cory says. “Brunch is just about done if you want to head out back. Hey man.”

Luke and Cory shake hands then Cory gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. You follow Ella to the backyard where they have a nice table set up with a pink tablecloth and a vase of daisies.

“I picked the flowers!” Lily states proudly pointing to them from Luke’s arms.

“They’re very pretty, my sweet, you did such a good job,” Luke kisses her cheek. “What are we having for breakfast?”

“She also selected the menu,” Ella smiles sitting down in a chair. She situates Posy on her lap. You sit next to her and give Posy one of her toys she brought to play with.

“Can I try and guess?” Luke asks and Lily nods while he sits next to you. “Hmm…I think Lily would pick…blueberry pancakes…hard boiled eggs…. prune juice….and turnips.”

“No! Wrong, dada!” Lily laughs heartily.

“What? What was I wrong about?” he fakes surprise.

“It’s scrambled eggs and orange juice and no yucky turnips!” she pokes his dimple.

“No turnips? Hmm…then…are we having cupcakes?”

“Cookies! I decorated with sprinkles!” she claps her hands excitedly.

“She did a very good job, too,” Ella praises.

“It sounds like a delicious meal, I can’t wait to eat it,” Luke smiles and kisses her forehead just as Cory comes out.

“We also have bacon and breakfast sausages; Ella’s been craving bacon.”

“Mm, and I’ve been craving breakfast sausage,” you smack your lips.

“Yeah you have,” Luke smirks over Lily’s head and you give him a stern look.

You learn about what else Lily did this weekend. She helped Ella pick out a design for the baby’s room and Ella cried when Lily presented her with Valentine’s cards for her and the baby. Lily’s really excited to be getting two more siblings.

“Are you two going to find out what you’re having?” Ella asks as you all sit back and let your food digest.

“I don’t think so, we want to be surprised,” you nod at Luke who’s also nodding.

“Are you going to find out?” Luke asks rubbing Lily’s back.

“Yeah, we want to know,” Cory smiles. We’re playing around with a few names, but nothing is really sticking.”

“How’s your morning sickness going?” Ella asks while Luke and Cory change the subject to a new lawnmower they read about.

“Still bad,” you laugh rubbing at your belly. “Luke got most of the things that were making me sick out of the house, and I calm down more at night. What about you?”

“I literally threw up before you got here,” she grimaces.

“Oh no, do you want us to go? You can go lay down,” you tell her.

“No, no, it’s okay. I want to hang out with you guys,” she smiles. “It comes in waves. Lily was such a big help this weekend, you’ve got one special little girl.”

“And me!” Posy shouts.

“Yes, and you, Po,” Ella laughs brushing her hair away from Posy’s forehead.

“She’s excited to be a big sister to your baby,” you tell Ella.

“I’m glad. I don’t want her to think Cory will forget about her or something…”

“I don’t think she thinks that. She knows he loves her.”

“I’m secretly hoping we’re having a girl,” Ella says in a hushed tone.

“As soon as you find out, I want to know!”

“We’ll have a party, don’t worry,” she smiles.

You spend another hour at Cory and Ella’s place then Posy is yawning. It’s almost time for her nap and you know she’s going to be asleep as soon as she’s in her car seat. You all hug each other goodbye, promising to get together next weekend.

Lily tells you and Luke all about her day at school Friday. She said everyone loved the glitter on her mailbox and she loved shopping with Ella. When you got home, Luke took Posy to her crib to finish her nap and the three of you looked through her Valentine’s from the rest of her class.

“Wait!” Lily slips off the couch and goes to her backpack. When she comes back she has two big cards and hands one to each of you. “I made these with Daddy and Ella.”

“Are these for us?” you ask and see her lopsided writing of ‘Mama’ on the front. There’s glitter and stick figures you’re assuming is you and Lily.

“Uh-huh,” she smiles joining you on the couch again.

You open it up and see Ella wrote what Lily probably told her to write.

“Read it out loud!”

“’Dear mama,’” you begin and pull her close, “’I love how you play with my hair and always make bad dreams go away. You’re the best mama. I love watching movies and finding rocks at the beach. Love your Lily.’ Oh, honey, I love it, thank you so much,” you cry into her hair and give her a big hug. You’re very emotional today and her sweet words pierced your heart in the best way.

“Dada’s turn!”

Luke clears his throat and opens the card dramatically.

“’Dear dada, I love when you sing, and I love singing frozen together. You make me laugh and I love when you make me chili! I miss you when I’m gone or you’re with Unca Cal playing for the people. I love you lots and lots. Love your sweet.’”

Luke is speechless and you’re crying even harder at her sweet words.

“You thought of all that by yourself?” you ask her.

“I did. Ella helped write because I don’t know some words. Do you like it?”

“We love it,” Luke tells her and pulls her on his lap. He hugs her tightly. “Thank you, Lily. I love you very much.”

“Love you, too, dada.”

For the rest of the day, you play outside. While Lily and Posy are playing with Petunia, you give Luke his present which are plane tickets to Australia. It’s been a while since you’ve been there and you want to head out before the baby arrives. His gift to you was a bracelet of pearls. It’s a lovely weekend that you never wanted to end.

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closer-stars · 4 years

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Nothing Else Matters - San

Member: San Genre: Fluff Word count: .. idk just not as long as my usuals i think. Requested: No Content: San’s birthday. His love for cats is endearing. Choi San best boy. Note: tbh, this didn’t really have much direction, i just really want that boy to be a lil spoiled and feel loved. Repeat after me: Choi San Best Boy.

San already knew that you couldn’t spend the entire day with him. That was perfectly fine with him, both of you had responsibilities. You juggling work and studies, him with his idol life. You did promise that you’ll have the night free for him, just meet you at the cafe you worked for.

That’s why he’s outside of a coffee shop that had a cute animated cat standee by the door. He had already told you that he’s just outside, waiting to be greeted by you whom he considers his rock.

“San! Come in.” You call out, a smile lighting up your worn features. You opened the door wider for him, urging him to come in. The look on your face left no room for the male to complain and so he enters the place quickly and looks around.

“So pretty.” He said, bright eyes scouring the environment. Come to think of it, he never knew where you worked. You always told him that you work at a cafe, just not really saying much as to how it is. The place was well lit, spacious, with only a few tables here and there. He did notice the rattan posts, the platforms perched high on the ceilings and what looked like a few cat toys still waiting to be packed away.

You let him sit on one of the nearest tables, letting him think that you were just cleaning up for the night. It was oddly easier than you thought as he busies himself with his phone, itching to get out of the place to spend time with you.

A soft mewl falls on his ears and he immediately looks around. He looks down and there he spots a young Russian shorthair bumping his head against his leg. “Holy shit.” He mumbles, suddenly running on adrenaline and excitement at the sight of the feline. Three more cats come over to inspect him, all of which were different breeds. A soft squeal escapes his lips. “Babe?” He calls for you, unsure of how to act-- well he did, he wanted to cuddle all of them but he wasn’t sure if that was the right choice. You come out from behind the counter, a slice of purple frosted chocolate cake and a cup of iced americano on your hands. You softly sing him a happy birthday.

His dimples come out at the sight of you singing with the cake and cats that still pester him for head scratches. “Babe..” he breathes out, unable to say anything else. He stands up slowly to help you settle the food on the table. Already a Scottish fold has snatched his seat, to which San makes a high pitched sound. You weren’t sure if it was one of annoyance or of endearment. Probably both.

“So this entire time, you work in a cat cafe and never told me?” He says as he sits on the free seat next to the cat. You seat across him, the Russian shorthair now nestling himself on your lap.

“Before I answer, make a wish and blow out the candle birthday boy.” You muse, endeared by the sight of him playing with the Scottish fold who had taken an interest with his fingers. He does as he’s told. He stops for a moment, then blows the candle out.

“Now answer meee!”

“I do. Been working here even before we met. Also yes, I kept it a secret. How else could I have gotten that look on your face when Nini butt his head against your leg?”

His eyes widen, the small bit of cake stopping midway from his mouth. “You saw that?”

You opt to answer his question with a video taken from the counter. His raised eyebrows, a soft squeak slipping from his lips along with his sudden frantic shaking of his fists. He only looks at a few seconds before covering your screen. His embarrassment causes you to laugh as you keep your phone away. “I wasn’t sure honestly of what to give you so I figured it would be good to have you visit the cafe and meet some of the babies.”

“Oh my god, you call them babies.” His heart was already melting.

“Are they not? Yuni’s already asking for more head scratches, babe.” You remind him, as the Scottish fold paws at his arm. He takes a big bite out of the cake then gently runs his fingers against the head of the small feline, before he opts to settle himself on his lap. It takes everything in San not to squeal at the action.

“What about the other two? What’s their names?”

“The munchkin’s name is Mars.--”

“Seonghwa-hyung.. oh my god.”

You really couldn’t believe that your own boyfriend is pretty much short circuiting at the sight of the cats. Well, you could. The amount of time he sends you photos and videos of cats he finds online was already a giveaway. “Yeah, just like Seonghwa, heh. While the shorthair’s Miru.” You continue to introduce the four cats that have settled around you until he finished his cake.

It didn’t take long to clean up the place, along with making sure the cats were back in their sleeping abodes. Once everything is accounted for, you lock the place up for the night. “How was your day, birthday boy?” You ask as the both of you head back home.

The male starts to recount his entire day, starting with the V-live, practices, and the boys giving him a few gifts. Overall, he admits that today was a day where he really felt loved and appreciated.

“I kind of got you something too..” You admit, now a little self-conscious. From what he said, the gifts from the boys were all out of your budget. It was a struggle to find him the perfect gift.

“Still? I thought it was only the cat cafe, babe!” He says, wearing the same comical shock from earlier. You kick off your shoes as you enter the living room with a chuckle.

“It’s on your dresser. I’ll just go shower okay?” Just like earlier, you don’t give him a chance to fight back, already making your way towards the bathroom.

With a pout, he does as he’s told. There was no other choice really but to do as you say and look for part two to your gifts. He sees a clean white envelope on his dresser with his name written with your distinct penmanship. Curiosity got the better of him so he opens the envelope and out comes a two page letter.

‘If you’re reading this, that means I’m not in the room because I’m a little embarrassed.

Anyways, happy birthday to the mountain that shines brightly, Choi San!...’

He takes his time reading through your heartfelt letter, finding his eyes water up with emotion. He really found himself thinking of you as his home and strength. You never failed to remind him that you were just a normal person who only happened to luck out in loving him. He thought otherwise. You weren’t just normal in his eyes. You were extraordinary to him. The way you loved endlessly, worked diligently, and stood for your own morals. You were the reason he is what he is now, and the same for him to you.

You come out of the shower in your sleepwear, a towel resting over your shoulders when you’re greeted by the sight of San trying his best not cry. “Babe?” He jumps from his spot and looks at you with eyes that shine with unshed tears. Without any other word, he makes his way to you, wrapping you in a hug that could express what words couldn’t.

“Thank you.” He says simply, brushing his lips that faintly taste of coffee and cake, against yours.

“I tried my best, babe. It’s not easy finding a gift for someone who already has everything. Happy birthday again, love.” You admit with a light joke.

“As long as I have you by my side, nothing else matters.”

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twobrokenwyngs · 5 years

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thank you ;;

holy ffffff

I ... I cannot ... CANNOT believe how kind and loving and generous people have been with me today. I am so overwhelmed with the outpouring of support on this, the anniversary of my birth. it is so, SO much more than I anticipated getting and I genuinely have no idea how I deserved it but I could not possibly be more grateful for it.

there are times when I can feel really invisible, y’know? suppose it happens to all of us now and again but there are definitely times when I’m like... man, it’s so easy to blend in, it’s so hard to make connections. there are so many amazing people out there and I just want to know them, be known by them. the last year hasn’t been the easiest - those closest to me can definitely attest to that - and my last couple birthdays have been laden with the baggage of disappointment and loss and longing and I really didn’t know what to expect this time around.

but... wow. the love and support I received today, both online and in real life, has been... remarkable, and I just want to take a moment to appreciate that. for myself. there’s sort of a rundown of the day I had below the cut but aside from that, I just want to say...

thank you. thank you to every single person that has messaged me or reached out publicly or privately, who has CREATED for me, (oh god, fuck, I cant believe you), who has taken a moment out of their day to think of me and wish me well. I am so endlessly grateful for you and I really hope you know how much it meant.

my birthday started with my best friend in the whole entire world, the absolute light of my life, @marsza, writing such a beautiful post which affected me more than I can really express. it was such a testament to the role Nia plays in my life that she was the first one to send me good wishes, even when she has so much going on demanding her focus. her regard for me gives me strength, it always has. if I go on too much about this I might cry but suffice to say she is one of the most profound influences in my life and to be reminded of her love on this day was just... everything. it’s such an incredible blessing to know that she’s going to be taking time out of her busy life to be with me this weekend and I suspect that despite everything - my enjoyable workday, my birthday party tonight - that’s going to be, by far, the best part of it all, because I am never happier than when I am with her.

before I went to sleep, too, I got the most touching message from Mia, @hexlikesramennoodles, that made me feel so loved and thought of and sent me to bed with so much warmth and so much to look forward to - including a package all the way from Australia filled with Australian things!! I cannot WAIT!

when I woke up today, I had such an avalanche of goodness from Annika, @clockheartedcrocodile who absolutely FED the feralness of my current hyperfixation by making me three moodboards and writing me a drabble, not to mention the public AND private messages of effusive love I got... oof, it was a lot. I don’t know how they fit so much love in their lil baby body. but damn... I lucked out.

she’d really hate for me to say it but @bakedapplesauce was so incredibly sweet to me today - she has this way of seeing you and knowing exactly what to say, what to do, how to make a person feel important. and then she went and wrote me a whole-ass fanfiction, about my two favorite redneck idiots, which I haven’t even been able to read yet but even knowing it’s there... god. I knew it was coming and it’s been something to hold on to and look forward to this entire week. for her to spare some of her VERY limited time and VERY limitless talent on me is such an honor I can barely process it. I! am! so! lucky!

@tommyplum, that ANGEL, freakin went into my back catalog and read one of my most beloved creations and wrote the most stunning review of it filled with incredible insights and poetry of her own and my god it was just so unexpected! it was such a unique sort of gift and so remarkably thoughtful I’m STILL reeling. she is another one that has a way of making you feel SO seen and like... perceiving genius in people that they didn’t even know they possessed. god.

@peachesmao ...... I mean, I genuinely have no idea if it’s okay for me to put you on blast like this or not but she gave me a BEAUTIFUL sketch of my main man, one Rustin Cohle, and... god. it’s. so. gorgeous. Adding it to my collection of the Redneck Birthday Art that @pt90 made for me a bit in advance of my birthday which was also unbelievably breathtaking... again I have no idea how to express my gratitude for these things, it’s just... so much... I love you guys

and throughout the day I have received sooo many messages from sooo many friends, privately and publicly, that I just! god!! I wanna shout you out all individually but you know who you are and my god I appreciate you so damn much.

and fuck... I’m so honored to say that wasn’t even all. my coworkers!!! my coworkers came out in droves to make me feel loved and special - when I walked in to work today I had THREE gifts waiting on my desk. and balloons! they got me a freaking cheesecake! they sang to me and hyped me up and made me feel important the whole day through. everyone I passed had something to say about it being my special day, even if they’d already said it. at the end of the day I asked one of them - how could this be! everyone was so MUCH today, did so much, treated me so well, and she told me it was simple - people like me. and that’s... oof, man. I don’t try to be any certain way, and yet... after 7 years at this company I am surrounded by people who genuinely like me and want to see me be happy on my birthday. that really means something.

to top it all off, one of my other best friends, who moved across the country a year ago, sent me a gift basket with candy and a balloon and it’s just so incredible to know that even though we don’t live in the same city, I’m on her mind and loved from 2,000 miles away.

tonight I go to a karaoke bar with a couple friends, a handful of coworkers, and some family. I’m going to wear a dress that I feel cute and confident in, I’m going to probably get drunk and still, more love is going to come my way. and it’s just... it’s overwhelming. I dont want to take any of this for granted. I started this month thinking that my birthday was doomed to be a bust - overlooked, unimportant, non-existent.... and yet here I am feeling absolutely celebrated by pretty much everyone I know and that’s... me?? ME? like, I realize all of this sounds like a humblebrag or something - look how much people love me! - but believe me when I say this was so, so needed for me. I have spent too long now feeling small or unworthy. but during that time I have also loved fiercely, with everything I have, and today... through some sort of karmic miracle, it has all fallen back onto me.

and that’s why I’m writing this post. because one day I will need it. one day I’ll be feeling low and I’ll need to look back and remember - I am loved, I am seen, and during a time when I needed it the most, there were people there. I am held. I dont expect that anyone has read this far - again, this really is just for me - but if you have, thank you again for being part of my world. it wouldn’t be the same without you in it.

#personal #whew boy... i just... today was really something #its not even over #but i needed to keep a record of it for myself #because... man... just... wow #i love you all #i love you all with everything i've got #and thats all i can really say

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A Chance Encounter

[a gift for my best friend in the entire world @earn-redemption because she’s a stubborn bitch and won’t let me send her a birthday present so here’s a lil OC fic for our online characters that we’ve been obsessing over for months]

[I really hope you like it queen, and I love you so much!]

Notes: Minor Violence, Angsty, Strong Language, Mini-Fic, OC, RDO

Wordcount: 2080

She lifts the mask swiftly across her ruby red lips, bringing the black cloth to a halt below her emerald vision as it trails the stagecoach in the bustling street below. Saint Denis’ many crowded roofs provided the best cover from possible threats as she assesses the clueless guards on horseback beside the wagon below. Five - maybe six - each with a shiny shotgun strapped to their backs, holsters sporting blunt knives and a quick-draw for their polished cattleman’s.

Her lips lift into a smug grin from beneath her mask; her trusty rifle could do a heck of a lot more damage.

This stage was in the bag - a piece of cake.

Her arms manoeuvre to support the tricky weight of her rolling-block as it begins to zero in on the exposed skulls of the driver and guards, whom rode closely by the goods wagon. If she focuses close enough through her scope she swears she can see the collectibles inside - boxes of French jewellery making their way to the docks of the city, ready to be transported back to Calais for some expert to prod at, no doubt. Each piece adorned with the most expensive rocks the world has to offer, the guards probably don’t even know the magnitude of money they’re protecting. Money that will sooner be in Mallory’s pocket - money that will sooner be well spent, too.

The possibilities that such an amount could do for her are endlessly, she ponders within her options - a temporary apartment in the city while she seeks Molly, most of all - until her attention is quickly, and rudely, grappled back by another figure thats hastily making his way towards the stagecoach.

A masked Graham rode hurriedly through the streets, the angered hollers of surprised pedestrians following. Mallory focuses in the view of the scope, and the strangers golden rifle shone arrogantly back at her. Black strands of thick hair escape their way through the anonymous thief’s cotton mask and tilted leather hat as he cocked in place the barrel of his matching sawed-offs before lifting them to perform.

Only, Mallory’s fingers work faster, rushing them to the readied silver trigger. Her bullet darted immediately forward, finding a bloody home in the skull of the driver - whom fell forward violently between the agitated horses of the wagon. The strangers bullet closely followed, but not quickly enough to catch the dropping head of the dead driver.

Her eyes remained watching through the scope as the masked gunman’s attitude turned to cautious confusion; and quickly their head scanned along the buildings above, just missing the exposed head of her sniper. She could’ve shot him then and there, dead on the cold streets. Curiosity got the better of her, what’s this guys next move?

During the strangers confusion the few coach guards had managed to muster together behind the cover of the halted vehicle, taking turns to jump out and attempt a clear shot at the gunman’s horse. Each shot failed as the strangers shotguns planted fast bullets in the lawmen’s peeping skulls.

The shots were skilful and precise, and Mallory’s ego felt slightly burnt at her envious admission. Maybe this was going to be a little trickier than she’d originally thought.

With no reveal from the sniper above, the confident outlaw dismounted as civilians rushed to safety from the armed criminal. Mallory took the opportunity of the emptying street to swing the snipers leather strap across her shoulder; making quickly for the ladder to confront the opportunistic, cocky thief stealing her loot.

Graham irritably pulled away the black cloth as he placed a cigarette between his chapped lips, striking a match against the rough sole of his black boot before lighting up. His other hand lifted a polished pistol to the stagecoaches doors, aiming at the padlocks that sealed them shut. A sharp clanking of metal resonated through the thick city air and her ear drums stung slightly from the pitch. The doors swung upon abruptly and unveiled the valuables within, and, with the stranger seeing no competition, he began to hurriedly shove the velvet boxes into a thick sack - although, just as quickly, he was interrupted by the clanking of heels against the cobble behind him.

“Goin’ somewhere?” She grinned aiming her pistol smugly at the stranger, whom released a slight grin at her endearing thick accent. He turned to face her, seemingly amused at the gun directed between his eyes judging by the smirk lifting from the corner of his lips. Her gaze drifted momentarily to them, taking a split second to skim across his rugged featured; a thick barrelled chest, dark beard and heavy eyes that were genuinely complimented by the messy loose tendrils of hair escaping around the brim of his leather hat.

“Whad’ya think?” He retorted sarcastically in a smooth southern drawl, shrugging a shoulder to the goods wagon. Graham’s tone was confident, but she could see right through its facade.

A second went by, neither of them making a move to stop the other. Instead they stood and stared, sizing up one another maybe or even simply assessing each others features. Without a second thought, her gun dropped, understanding this man was no danger to her, he was simply surviving as well. His eyes made their way to her lips, full and blood red not too different from the thick ginger curls that bounced in place around the frame of her porcelain face. Despite being pretty well adjusted around female company, his eyes couldn’t catch themselves quick enough from sneaking a hasty glance at the petite curves that framed her sides and the ample cleavage that snuck out from the top of her white-laced blouse.

The silence was long and unbearable, despite only being a split second, and was only broken by the sudden deafening blare of alarm bells throughout the city streets. They were each rudely reminded of their task, and the rush of multiple trotting law men’s horses making their way to the masked criminals.

Almost like a light bulb switching on, she returned to survival mode once again and lifted the pistol fast to face her rival. Only, he did the same. An equally shiny barrel zeroing in on her.

An agreement was made hastily to fight the lawmen off together and, when in the clear on the outskirts of the city, they would decide the next steps for their loot.

Graham held out a gentlemanly hand out to her, offering help to mount the stagecoaches front seat beside him. She gave a sarcastic smirk in return and mounted the vehicle herself before lashing the reigns against the horses backs, urging them to make an escape through the streets from the lawmen following close behind - their own horses ran fervently through the narrow streets, the sound of repeated shots echoing from behind them.

Graham cocked his shotgun barrels in place once more and confidently stood up on the wagon seats and turned around, firing rapidly at the lawmen horses, whom fell from the impact in a Mexican wave on pained noises and blood spatters.

“Do you wanna’ get us killed? Go faster!” Graham shouted over the thundering noise from the horses hoofs against the cold cobble.

“I coulda’ shot you back there, but I didn’t! So do your job and I’ll do mine!” She screamed back, almost inaudible compared to the atmosphere following them close behind.

“Well, at least take the shortcut!” She rolled her eyes in response but seemed hesitant on following his instructions. “I grew up here, trust me!” For once, he was genuine.

A few successful shots were made at the stagecoach, one which planted itself in the top layer of one of the stallions necks. In response, both horses agitatedly sped up and eventually successfully made their way to the abandoned confines of Lakay with the help of Mallory.

The wagon came to a harsh halt on the centre of the tiny swamp town, long abandoned and vastly decaying among the humid atmosphere.

Mallory listened out for any alarms or pistols from around her; only the occasional low growl from nearby gators could be heard, and she released a surprised giggle from the drivers seat. Mostly out of pride but soon the stranger joined in, relishing in his own success.

“What, you ain’t never done that before?” He asked through the chuckle, the only ounce of kindness he’d shown once then meeting only minutes ago.

“Not in such a big city.” She signed, releasing a heavily exhale out of relief.

The conversation was cut short, mostly by Graham whom cleared his throat and rebuilt the emotional barrier that he always towered around himself. His mind went back to business: behind them sat a few thousand dollars would of stolen jewellery. Once again Graham opened the wagon, searching through the boxes and inspecting his winnings. “Look, darlin’, thanks for the help but I think I can take it from here.” He muttered monotonously whilst trying on the different rings.

Mallory’s face turned red, a constant trait she resented due to her red hair: the bullying from her siblings was relentless. “Very funny, but we both know this is women’s jewellery.” A confident smile perched in the corners of her lips. Graham turned to face her, his expression blank but seemingly agitated.

“Who the fuck said I was gonna’ wear it?” He slammed the jewellery boxes shut, his tone harsh. Graham’s temper had always been notoriously short, but she seemed to challenge him more than most.

“Who’s gonna’ buy jewellery of a shady street rat from Saint Denis?” Mallory muttered back. Before the words escaped her mouth, she regretted them. All these years of being judged by her upbringing, she was now doing the same. Something about his messy look was a dead give away that he hadn’t been gifted the privileges she had.

“What the fuck do you know!” Graham saw red. “A prissy bitch like yourself comes to America and thinks it’s all gonna’ be handed to her like back home, huh? S’pose that’s why ya’ tryna’ get into the gunslinger life? You won’t last five minutes.”

“I’ve lasted two years; which is more than most can say.” She replies sternly. “And I know it’s not gonna’ be handed to me, that’s why I’m surviving. Same way as you, it seems.” The stranger seemed stunned and only nodded slowly in response.

The air became thick, and an awkward tension surrounded them. Mallory broke her silence with an alarming thought. “Neither of us put our bandanas back on, they know who we are, there’s probably a bounty out on us already!” She began to hyperventilate at the thought and Graham shrugged irritably before interrupting her dramatic performance.

“Rookie mistake.” Without his tone she would’ve taken it more as an insult, but it seemed he directed it almost entirely at himself. How could he not? All these years running with gunslingers and he’d forgotten one of the cardinal rules for keeping him from swinging. Speaking of which; maybe she did need his help but was too afraid to ask? With all of these years of experience, he could get her to the states border and then she could make her own way and he could carry on with his life – his good deed done until the next damsel in distress crosses paths with him. Or maybe he was just kidding himself for some company. “We can’t leave, at least not until dark. We’ll stay here until then.” Graham’s eyes moved rapidly from side to side, as if planning out their escape in his head, something he’d done for himself too many times before. “I know a man in Van Horn that runs the fence, we give him the jewellery and he’ll give us the money.” He nodded to himself, confident with his plan.

He turned back to Mallory expectantly, almost expecting her to time in with some snarky comment about how ‘it’ll never work’ or maybe ‘what makes you think I’m coming with you?’. Only, she remained quite.

“Mallory O’Shea.” She extended her hand politely, her accent almost singing out each syllables. She’d probably regret being so polite in the future.

“Graham.” He kept it simple, cautiously catching his rough hand with her dainty manicured one before giving it a rough shake. She giggled at the interaction before turning playfully on her heel to sit at the unlit abandoned campfire ahead.

Once she had her back turned, He couldn’t help himself and released a content smile as he trailed closely behind to join her. Quite the company they’d landed themselves.

#red dead #red dead 2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #red dead redemption #rdr2 #oc #rdr 2 online #rdo #rdo oc #graham hollander #mallory o’shea

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