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Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorche The Series (BL)

Let me tell you something real quick, this couple won my heart once i watched the series. Their partnership was incredible and i recommend watching it (sexual content warning, maybe not the first bl you should watch but amazing nonetheless)

It’s my first work on Alpha and Omega stories, so i’m sorry if there is any mistakes, but have fun my lovelies!

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Let me know if you can see the signature line~ 😏

Italics are thoughts

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SMUT WARNING ;)

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What does an omega do when he’s in heat, but attending an important meeting with his alpha who is the CEO?

Well, Pete is an omega and his alpha is Vegas.

Vegas is serious, talented, smug, and always gets his way. Very handsome, with a muscular and toned body

Pete is a caring, introverted sweetheart. Seems weak, but is actually so skilful, strong and athletic

People were head over heels for that type. When it comes to Pete and Vegas, you’d think people will be awed and obsessed with such a physic and man like Vegas, but no no no. It was true that many were interested in Pete.

His quiet and blunt soul was one which caught many eyes, him being an omega was just a treat in addition to all of that goodness.

Vegas was not happy about that at all, i mean.. who would want many guys and girls falling over their lover? No one. Vegas wasn’t into sharing either, never was, and never will.

The omega was all his, belonged to him, devoted to him. Even if they’ve only been dating for a couple of months, his handsome alpha knew he was the one. The one he loved, was whipped for, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Pete felt the exact same, not wanting to end the beautiful love they shared with each other. It was golden, maybe even magical, and truly never-ending.

In the meeting room, Kinn was at one end of the table with Porsche beside him. Arm and Pol sat down on one side with Tankhun on the other side. There was an empty seat next to him which Pete made his way to sit in.

On the way, he saw Kinn’s tail caressing Porsche at the back, making Porsche turn red. Pete laughed quietly to himself, as he sat next to Tankhun, to which, he smiled and bowed to him out of respect.

Vegas was sat at the other end, giving a small smirk to Pete as he sipped on his coffee, his ears looking as fluffy as ever as his tail wagging behind him.

Kinn- “So Vegas..why are we here?”

Vegas- “Right. I wanted to inform you all on my new business plan for the company. As the CEO, and you as my buisness partner, i have to let you know the changes right?”

Kinn- “Right, so, what’s your idea”

Porsche- “It better not be stupid like that time when you were making Arm and Pol dress up like inflatable balloons.”

Vegas- “Actually, that was was Tankhun’s idea”

Tankhun- “Well, jokes on you Porsche, it worked. Entertainment wise, and sales wise”

Arm- “Not gonna lie, it was fun to do”

Pol- “Baby don’t lie, it wasn’t”

Arm- “Only because you tripped and fell down a block of stairs in front of everyone”

Porsche- “Wait?! You fell?!”

Arm- “Yeah! He did, Pete has the video”

Porsche- “No way..! Pete you better send me that!”

Arm and Porsche burst out laughing, Tankhun laughing too. Pol crossed his arms over his chest, giving Arm an annoyed look. Pete brought out his phone, showing them all the video as he laughed happily with them, Pol sulking a little, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing too.

Vegas couldn’t help but laugh too, as his omega sat there, turning a little red. He suddenly was feeling uncomforted for some reason, his body rising up in heat.

Pete smiled it off though, trying not to make it obvious that he wasn’t feeling his best.

Vegas- “Ok ok, enough of that, let me show you all my plan then.”

Pete changed his focus to Vegas, his body playing with itself and the heat. He didn’t know what it was, it just wasn’t normal.

Vegas had eyes of a hawk, he easily could tell something was off about his omega. He didn’t look this red when he entered, that’s because he always looked at the little things when it came to Pete. Vegas loved every part of him.

Vegas- “Ok, so, to get business booming, i think we should focus on celebrities, maybe them becoming a partner in our company.”

Pete- “Hold up.”

Everyone took an eye on Pete, who was still a bit red, but looked up a Vegas

Arm- “What’s up Pete?”

Pete- “May I add something Vegas?”

Vegas- “It’s Mr Theerapanyakul to you”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, as Kinn scoffed a little with Porsche.

Porsche- “God you’re so extra Vegas”

Vegas- “Shush, let me hear you Pete”

Everyone shushed up at Vegas’ request as Pete stood up from his chair.

Pete- “Vegas, let me add something”

Vegas- “Call me Mr Theerapanyakul Pete.”

Vegas’ tail swished side to side, as Pete grinned. Pete decided to walk up to where Vegas was. He physically pulled him by the arm, making him sit down in his own chair next to Tankhun. The rest of them laughed softly, as Pete controlled his alpha, something which wasn’t so common.

Tankhun- “Well done my Pete”

Pol- “It’s the fact that Vegas wouldn’t let anyone else do this”

They all laughed at that, even Vegas himself as he looked at Pete with playful eyes, his smirk sprouting again.

Pete- “Let me bring an idea to the table”

Kinn- “Show us what you got then.”

Pete stood infront of the table, bringing some of his files with him.

Pete- “Alright, so Kinn, i think instead of celebrities, influencers would be a better choice.”

Kinn raised his eyebrows, Porsche giving Pete a smile of admiration. Pete was an intelligent man for his kind. As an omega, he has wits and a smart brain, some others were a bit brainless and clumsy, aka Porsche.

Pete- “The reason for this is because influencers have many followers, with many viewers. They upload daily, with many taking an interest in what they do in their life. Celebrities don’t always have this kind of popularity. If this would be possible, our company should reach out to these influencers, so they could advertise our products we provide, and they could give a good rating to possibly thousands of viewers.”

Tankhun stood up, giving Pete an applaud as he smiled nervously. They all gave an applaud, except for his stubborn alpha, who was looking a little salty, but still giving Pete a smirk

Tankhun- “Awh! Pete, you’re brilliant!”

Kinn- “I must say Pete, you’re more smart than you think”

Porsche- “Mhm, i’m fully in with the idea”

Kinn- “Me too, i agree with it all, i think it’s really good”

Arm- “We both agree as well, what about you Vegas?”

Vegas kept quiet, sipping on some coffee as he looked at Pete. His omega leaned over the table, looking at Vegas directly in the eyes, his ears kept high as always.

Pete- “How was it Mr Theerapanyakul?”

Vegas- “Ok ok, it wasn’t bad. I agree with it”

Pete grinned as he looked at Vegas, becoming a little more red as he sat in his normal seat, Vegas going back to his own.

Tankhun- “Wow Pete, you should come up with the business ideas more often”

Pete- “Haha, thank you Tankhun”

Vegas- “Yeah yeah, alright, let’s go over the people we already have now”

As Vegas, Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun went over some files, Arm and Pol talking amongst themselves, Pete was sitting down quietly. He felt some heat pulse through him, so much to a point it hurt. His abdomen hurt really badly after some time, making him breath heavily and turn red.

He held into his stomach a little with his hand, feeling like his gonna burst with pain. Tankhun was the first to notice and put his hand on Pete’s shoulder for support.

Tankhun- “Are you alright Pete?”

Pete- “Oh, i’m alright don’t worry”

The omega smiled the pain away, but as everyone continued to talk and as his alpha, Vegas instantly knew something was wrong. His senses kicked in and it was very strong, something he couldn’t ignore. He sniffed a little, and was instantly caught in a sweet scent.. like Pete?

Pete was breathing heavily, his heart palpitating. He tried to hide it as much as possible, by re-reading files over and over again, hoping Tankhun wouldn’t see and question him again.

Vegas continued to sniff around, the sweet scent getting better and better, to a point it’s intoxicating.

Kinn- “You alright Vegas? Why are you sniffing nothing?”

Vegas- “I’m not sniffing nothing you idiot. Don’t you smell that?”

Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun started smelling the air a little, shaking their heads, pretty puzzled.

Porsche- “There’s nothing”

Tankhun- “Yeah, what are you smelling Vegas?”

Vegas stayed quiet, the sweet smell of what was the exact same as Pete getting stronger, making him desire something. He looked over towards Pete, noticing he’s covering up his face a little, but had a gut feeling that it was coming from Pete.

Vegas- No..is Pete in? Heat?! It can’t be..

Arm- “Are you guys done yet?!”

Pol- “What’s the point of us being here if you’re not gonna talk to us?”

Tankhun- “Ai! Shut up Pol, i’m trying to focus”

Arm- “Hey! Leave my baby alone”

Arm put his arms around Pol, holding him sweetly. Pol gave him a weirded out expression, but then smiled warmly at him

Pol- “I’m not your baby Arm”

Arm- “Then what are you? My honeybun?~”

Pol- “If i’m your honeybun, then you’re my cutie pie~”

Arm blushed profoundly as they both sweetly smiled at each other. Tankhun looked at them with disgust

Tankhun- “Ugh, you guys are so in love..”

Pete- “Khun.. Love is a beautiful thing, forever and always devoted to one another”

Arm and Pol nodded appealingly, as Kinn and Porsche’s ears straightened up, meaning he was satisfied. Vegas smirked at Pete’s words, admiring the omega. He was an interesting mixture of things, but all in all, he was perfect.

Tankhun- “As if! I hear Kinn and Porsche moaning at each other all the time.”

Porsche- “Huh?!”

Porches and Pete nearly chocked on the coffee they were drinking. As omega’s, they were beyond shocked at Tankhun’s sudden words. The alpha’s grinned a bit as the rest of them looked at each other, still stunned at Tankhun’s words

Vegas- “What do you mean by that?”

Tankhun- “They’re always complaining at each other.”

Pete- “Oh.. i see..”

Pete and Vegas made suspicious but playful eye contact at one another before giggling softly. They all burst out laughing expect for Tankhun

Tankhun- “Guys? What are you laughing at? Pete?”

He tapped Pete’s shoulder, as Pete attempted to stop laughing.

Pete- “It’s nothing, don��t worry”

The omega let out a soft groan out of pain from his abdomen again. This time the pain worsened. Tankhun put his hand on Pete’s arm out of support. Vegas immediately picked up that sweet scent again, becoming attracted to it once more.

Porsche- “You alright Pete?”

Pete- “I’m ok, don’t worry. I just have a stomach ache”

Porsche- “Are you sure that’s all?”

Vegas- “Mhm, if you’re not well Pete, i can take you home.”

Pete was going to decline, but as the pain deepened in harshness and heaviness, he felt his face go red again, his mind filling with desire. His alpha continued to sniff that sweet smell, which seemed to be coming from Pete.

Vegas- i knew it was heat, oh my baby..you’ll be ok, i promise

Pete- “Actually.. that would be better if that’s ok with you all?”

Kinn- “It’s totally fine Pete, take it easy”

Porsche- “Yeah, let me know when you’re better”

Pete- “Thank you guys”

Vegas stood up from his chair, his tail swishing from side to side as he took his omega’s hand, slowly taking him through the office door and into the hallway, which they walked through to get to their car.

Vegas- “What’s up with you baby?”

Pete- “Nothing, it’s just my abdomen hurts really bad”

Vegas- “Does it?” he’s in heat, his first heat. that’s why he doesn’t know if it is or not. i’ll treat you well Pete, my love

Pete- “Yeah..i feel really hot babe”

Vegas- “Do you want some water?”

Pete- “No..i don’t want water Vegas..”

Vegas stopped for a second, putting one hand around Pete’s waist as he put his hand to his forehead.

Vegas- “Goodness love, you’re sweating”

Pete- “It hurts..”

Pete held his abdomen again, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and hit his nose. He didn’t know what it was. His ears dropped down out of the pain he was in.

Vegas- “Baby, i..i think you’re in your first heat”

Pete- “Huh?”

For a smart omega like Pete, he was a little clueless when in came to things like this. Even Pete thought for a bit and realised it as well.

Pete- “Baby..i-What do i do?”

Vegas- “What do you want baby?”

Pete- “I want..”

Pete looked at Vegas’ red eyes, getting a little heated and giddy on the inside. He desires something, or someone perhaps..

Pete- “You”

Pete looked at him, his frosty eyes deepening in red as his ears were pointed upwards, still. His tail swished excitedly but lustily, hoping Vegas would give him what he wants. He’s always wanted Vegas to pound into him as he curled his fingers around his ears, his tail linked with his as they continuously moan at the deep and pure pleasure.

God those horny thoughts tortured the omega, making him growl, and nearly cum in his boxers. He looked at Vegas with desperation, praying that he’d agree. As an omega, he was a pretty horny one, not like Porsche. He’d always masturbate when he needed too, of course, without his alpha knowing, otherwise he’d get spanked. He shivered a little remembering that. Pete would though imagine his first time with Vegas, and it being the best he’s ever had.

Pete- “P-Please baby?~ Na?”

Vegas was lost for words, Pete’s actions and words just made him wanna melt like ice on fire. But damn was Pete hot when he was all desperate and horny, he’d never seen anything like it, but was gonna make sure that it was always seen. Of course, just for himself, he’s not gonna share such perfection with someone else. God he’d never. Vegas would never get enough of Pete, and especially not this side of him.

Pete- “Can you do it for me na?~”

Vegas- God help me..…

Now.

Pete brought his mouth close to Vegas’ ear, making him lean back against the wall. Pete kept his hands on the back of his neck as he whispered in a deep and breathy tone, his hot breath hitting the alpha’s ear.

Pete- “Oh please hun?~ I want you so badly, so badly i’m in pain.~”

Vegas growled at Pete, making him grin in victory. Vegas smirked deafeningly, pulling Pete along with him by his hand. They reached the car, as Vegas threw him inside the front passenger seat. He sat in the drivers seat, going to rev up the engine as he hastily put his seatbelt on

Pete- “What’s the rush babes?~”

Vegas- Damn it Pete, you’ve got to stop before i lose my mind

The omega kept on teasing him, having the most amount of fun while doing so. The man loved making Vegas groan with much heat and desperation inside of him. Though the alpha said nothing, his eyes were turning to a deeper red than before as his ears stood proud on his head, you could tell he was impatient and horny, wanting to do the most to his devilish omega.

Pete put his seatbelt on, as he grinned once more, declaring victory again as his alpha looked at his expression. Vegas just wanted to kiss him so much, make him fall deeper in love with him as he begs for mercy under him as his cock is crashing against his prostate.

The alpha felt pre cum swirl around in his boxers as he felt his legs twitching, his trousers tightening against his skin. Pete kept that innocent tone and expression on his face, driving Vegas absolutely mental.

Pete- “Don’t drive so quick hun, otherwise you won’t make it home, well, we won’t make it home”

Pete giggled a little, keeping that innocence on the prowl, making Vegas groan softly, continuing to drive at a higher speed. Right beside him, was Pete, taking his shirt off, which made Vegas’ eyes widen.

Vegas- “What are you doing Pete?!”

Pete- “I’m hot baby..~”

Vegas- Which hot do you mean? Both seem correct to me, fuck i’m getting hot inside. Pete you have to stop before i lose my shit.

Vegas nodded at him, placing his hand on Pete’s thigh as he took his shirt off, feeling the cool breeze of the ac hit his body, as he sighed, satisfied.

Time skip

(i can’t wait)

The alpha grabbed some handcuffs, and a blindfold, throwing it on the bed as he pushed his omega further back, making him lean on the headboard.

Vegas- “Choose a safe word baby”

Pete- “Umm.. Green”

Vegas- “Lovely, whenever you wanna stop, just say it to me, and i’ll end it immediately”

Vegas talked in a assured tone, putting his deep needy and horny self to the side for a second. He was so infatuated with Pete, wanting to keep him safe and protected at all costs, never wanting to let him go.

Vegas- “Understood baby?”

Pete- “Mhm, i got it”

Vegas- “Now, i was thinking of taking some chances with you tonight, but only if you’re ok with it”

Pete- “I’m ok with it Vegas”

Pete replied swiftly, making Vegas a little unsure. He didn’t want Pete to regret anything tonight, even if he had a safe word. He wanted to make sure Pete knew what he was getting into

Vegas- “Are you sure baby?”

Pete- “Give me all you got daddy~”

Vegas’ eyes widened, as he growled a bit, his tail caressing Pete’s legs as he stood on his knees in front of him, getting closer and closer. The omega winked at him, his cheeks dusted in a florescent pinkish colour. Vegas gave his signature smirk, grazing his chin with his fingertips, looking at him with love and lustful passion.

Vegas- daddy huh Pete?

Vegas looked at him, keeping that same smirk on his face the whole time.

Vegas- “What did you just call me?”

Pete- “Daddy, why?”

Vegas was surprised at Pete’s confidence, but god he was obsessed already.

Vegas- “If you keep calling me that, i can’t guarantee you can walk tomorrow”

Pete- “I wasn’t expecting to be able to anyways”

Pete already had this all planned in his head, his wet dreams, sinful fantasies and stories were all coming true.

Vegas- “You’re just what i desire, come here hun”

And with that, the alpha pulled Pete close to him, smashing his lips on his, giving force and thrash in the kiss. Though it was intense, it truly showed how much they wanted this, how much they waited for such a moment. Vegas’ hands scrolled down to Pete’s tail, helping them both rock their bodies against each other. Pete moaned in between the harsh kisses they were so devoted too, sending Vegas shivers down his spine. He hadn’t heard anything like it, but god it was gonna be his new obsession

drug

medication

music

Vegas’ mind was completely full of infinite things and ideas, as he nonstop kissed his lover, shoving his tongue deep within his warm cavern, sending Pete to heaven already. The heat pulsed through their body, as they kept nice and close to each other, basically sharing that burning passion they had alit.

The alpha spreaded out Pete’s legs, after throwing his trousers to the ground. His eyes glistened with that red glow, showing how ready he was to just obliterate his omega with that pleasure he’s been longing for.

Vegas- “Let me put those cuffs on you darling”

Pete raised his hands up in the air, allowing Vegas to cuff them to the headboard, not to tight, enough for them to wiggle around a bit.

Vegas- “That ok?”

Pete- “Mhm, it feels nice, but i wanna touch you”

Vegas- “You will love, i’ll let you in a bit, but for now..”

Vegas pushed him down onto the bed, laying him down as he rested his chin on Pete’s, making them seal eye contact for a couple seconds.

Vegas- “Let me pleasure my sweet and delectable Pete”

Vegas growled a bit, licking his lips as his ears stood proud and ready. Pete chuckled softly at his words, but it was soon silenced as Vegas immediately started sucking his sweet spot

Pete- damn it feels so good

Pete’s eyes were shut, consuming all of the pleasure Vegas was giving him.

Pete- “Love, you’re so quick”

Vegas- “I know you well honey”

Pete- “Maybe a bit too will Vegas~”

Vegas- “I wouldn’t use it to my advantage baby, don’t you worry”

Pete smiled a little, letting out soft moans from Vegas’ touch.

Vegas- “Now, here comes the fun bit”

The alpha brought out his blindfold, brushing it across Pete’s chest, outlining his pecs with the straps of it

Pete- “Are you gonna make me wear it”

Vegas- “You don’t have a choice hun”

Pete groaned a little, laughing softly as Vegas put the blindfold on. All he saw was the darkness, and could only guess where his lover was by his scent, and movements.

Pete sniffed until he could perfectly tell where Vegas was, he had that musky rose scent, one which was flavourful and deeply coated around the man.

Pete- “Come back here baby~ D-Don’t leave me alone..”

Pete was super desperate, the pain inside his abdomen was returning, he needed Vegas to give him his medicine. Not pills, not liquid, but his hard cock deep inside of him

Vegas- “Give me a sec love”

Vegas took his clothes off, a smirk sprouting on his face as he crawled on the bed, pouncing on the man with a growl as he shoved his lips onto his, grabbing his nape as he pulled him closer. Pete was stunned for a second, but immediately gave back into it, the same strength, harshness and intensity, though filled with an immaculate amount of love and passion for each other. It seemed no one would be able to get them off of each other, they were glued together tightly, forever.

Vegas- “You taste like candy baby”

Pete gave a flushed smile, as he continued to kiss his alpha, obsessed with the way he talked, moved and kissed him. Everything about him was addicting, like a full on drug. The best kind.

Vegas- “Let me prep you, otherwise it’ll hurt real bad”

Pete- “How bad?”

Vegas- “Worse than the pain you have right now”

Pete have a cracked smile with a little worry, he was a bit scared that it would hurt. Of course, the omega knew Vegas wouldn’t purposefully hurt him. His alpha could read the anxiousness on his smile, as he held his cheek assuringly and adoringly.

Vegas- “It won’t hurt baby, and if it does, you have a safe word.”

Pete- “It’s ok, i’m fine. I trust you, it’s just i’m scared it’ll hurt nonetheless. I’ve never done this before”

Vegas- “Don’t worry my love, i promised i would always take good care of you, so i won’t break that promise”

Pete gave a warm smile, as he lifted his head up to give him a sweet kiss. Vegas’ red eyes, which seemed to be a bit more calmer than before, stared at the blinded sweetheart.

Vegas- “Sit nicely for me”

Pete sat up properly, his arms wriggling in the handcuffs. His eyes were seeing pitch black, though his nose sniffing Vegas’ scent and his ears stood up tall and proud. Vegas then put two fingers in Pete’s mouth, making him suck on them. His tongue swirled around his fingers, gasping for breath every couple of seconds.

Vegas- “Good boy, just a little more for me”

Pete continued to let his mouth play around, especially his tongue. His saliva covered Vegas’ fingers as he took them out of his mouth. Vegas played around with his cock, stroking it and getting it prepped with that pre-cum. He then stuffed his fingers up Pete’s hole, as Pete himself half screamed

Pete- “Ah!~ Ow-Oh!~”

Vegas continued to finger him, adding not 1, not 2, but 3 of his long fingers, till they hit his prostate, sending him to heaven.

Pete- “Oh god~ That’s so good, fuck!~”

Vegas- “Ready for daddy?”

Pete- “Mmh~ I-I’m ready for daddy”

Vegas- “You sure kitten?”

God Pete nearly growled at that name, though he was a wolf, being called that made him feel some things inside his heart and through heated body like warm blood.

Pete- “Mhm, your kitten is ready”

Vegas- “Good boy, flip over for me”

Pete did as he was told, having a little struggle as he couldn’t see and move his hands properly. He made sure he did it just right for Vegas. He didn’t wanna wait any longer and deal with the pain, which was getting worse.

Pete- “Hurry up baby!”

He complained, making Vegas kiss his cheek, ruffling his soft hair adoringly. The alpha knew his omega was in much pain, he also knew the first heat would be the worse with pain and harm to the body.

Vegas- “I’m here honey, i won’t make you wait for too long.”

Vegas spread out Pete’s legs even further, luckily, he was quite flexible. Who knew it would be so handy when it came to sex?

Vegas aimed his long and hard cock at Pete’s tight looking hole, as he entered him slowly. Pete half-screamed at the pain and suddenness of him entering.

Pete- “Ah~ V-Vegas!”

Vegas entered him halfway, giving him time to adjust to his size. Pete breathed heavily, his heart racing against his chest as he took the pain.

Vegas- “You ok baby?”

Pete- “Mmh~ Y-Yeah..Can you move now?”

Vegas nodded, kissing his cheek as he thrusted inside of Pete, careful to go slowly so his omega doesn’t feel much pain. His tail encircled Pete’s foot, his ears low as the pleasure got to him quick. He continued thrusting into Pete, hearing the heavenly moans coming from his mouth. Pete rustled in his handcuffs, only seeing darkness but knowing Vegas was behind it, enjoying it as much as him.

Pete- “Uh~ Fuck Vegas!~ M-More honey~”

Vegas- “Can you take it kitten?”

Pete- “Yeah~ I can take it all my alpha”

Vegas smirked a little, excited to play around with Pete’s desires and fantasies. He bend down towards his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as he pounded into him. Pete was obsessed by now, his moans getting louder and louder, truly showing how much he loved this.

Vegas- “Good Pete?”

Pete- “Mhm~ So good~”

Vegas kept on pleasuring his omega, feeling the warmth of him get better and better as he continued to pound against his prostate. Their moans, sounds of their skin slapping against each other filled the room with fire-like heat. But damn it was one that they never wanted to put out.

Pete- “Please Vegas..let me see you”

Without hesitating, Vegas took off the blindfold, revealing Pete’s twinkling eyes, little tears streaming down on his cheeks. Vegas melted a little on the inside as he kissed those tears away. He’s never want to experience Pete in tears, it would hurt his fragile heart too much.

Pete- “I..I~ I’m c-close honey..~”

Vegas- “Cum for me baby, i’m here”

Vegas caressed his cheek, kissing his soft lips as Pete came all over his abs. He groaned at the smoothing and soothing pleasure coming to him as he filled Pete with his cum. Pete felt comforted at Vegas’ words of affection, knowing Vegas was here for him made him feel so cared for.

Pete- “Mh..that was so good honey”

Pete laid down on the bed, as Vegas took his handcuffs off. Vegas sat opposite of him, their heads close to each other.

Vegas- “Do you know how sexy you are?”

Pete- “Sexy enough for you”

Vegas- “You’re such a tease, who knew you’d be this good in bed huh?”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, caressing his cheek as he laid a kiss on his lips.

Vegas- “Sleep honey, you must be tired”

Pete- “Mhm, my legs are about to fall off”

Vegas- “You’re welcome Pete”

Pete rolled his eyes, though entertained. He rested in Vegas’ embrace, feeling the love taking over the lust that was once in the room. The devotion they had for each other, the passion and admiration was limitless. It’s something that couldn’t be compared too.

Later that night..

Pete- “Vegas..”

Vegas groaned a little as he heard Pete, he stretched slightly, talking in a groggy and tired voice.

Vegas- “What happened love..?”

Pete- “I’m hurting again..”

Vegas- “Need me again?”

Pete- “I know it’s the third time tonight..but..”

Vegas- “I don’t care how many time we do it, as long as you’re well and satisfied, i’m happy”

Pete- “Awh..i love you..”

Pete caressed his cheek, kissing his sweet lips softly.

Vegas- “I love you too Pete~”

Pete- “So..can we..”

Vegas- “Get on my lap and ride the shit out of me babyboy”

Pete widened his eyes a little and the sudden switch up of Vegas. There was two sides of him, one which he loved and one which he desired

Pete climbed onto his lap, Vegas’ hands gripping his waist tightly as they kissed each other’s plump and sweet lips, their bodies against each other and their tongues dancing the night away..

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Gosh, a whirlwind, i hope Pete survived that night..

Thank you for reading! Hopefully i’ll be back soon to be able to supply you with many fanfics! <8

P.S- Feel free to request anything you’d like. I do SMUT and FLUFF. BL’s would be preferred though as i’ve watched many, so i’d be able to work on character depth and development better! :D

Thank you once more my lovelies~

-reii

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fandomshatepeopleofcolor · 2 years ago

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If anon is looking for western AAA games there’s like red dead redemption assassin’s creed fallout franchise mass effect tomb raider watch dogs deus ex etc. most of those are already open world RPGs of different genres. Most rpgs published by major companies go for open world nowadays.

I still suggest sailing the high seas for AAA though unless you’re supporting them for their diverse content or wait until they go like 50-70% sale. In this economy those prices are not worth it for the amount of content they give and the increase in sales doesn’t even really go to the dev teams anyway its more direct to the company. For me its just a metric to tell the companies I want more diverse content. Support Indie devs steam has its own indie tag to make it easy to find!

or if AAA isn’t a necessity open up steam and search by tag. I got 1200 results checking fantasy open world and rpgs on steam.

Some particular suggestions that I haven’t seen though I guess its because its been like 4 years since their release?:

- The Outer Worlds open world rpg scifi shooter is made by a AA company which is known for Fallout New Vegas Pillars of Eternity and SWTOR KOTOR II. The player character doesn’t get a romance but you do get a companion who is a sapphic asexual and you can help her get a girlfriend. Its has choices and relationships in a similar style to FNV

- Tell Me Why is a narrative adventure game by Dontnod who made Life is Strange. It features a trans man as one of the leads and Dontnod had this on their FAQ https://www.tellmewhygame.com/faq/ : “Trans, nonbinary and gender non-conforming staff at both DONTNOD and Xbox have made countless key creative contributions to Tell Me Why, including in character design, narrative and dialogue, building inclusive online spaces for the game, and much more. To ensure that Tyler’s character would resonate with a wide and diverse audience of trans people, the Tell Me Why team worked closely with two of GLAAD’s transgender staff: Nick Adams, Director of Transgender Representation; and Blair Durkee, Special Consultant for Gaming. For over two years, Nick offered foundational guidance on story and character, consulted on casting, and reviewed scripts at all phases of production. Importantly, August Black, Tyler’s voice actor [who is trans], also made significant contributions to Tell Me Why’s dialogue. During recording sessions, August provided edits to the script if he felt a certain line or moment did not do justice to Tyler’s story, making him an invaluable part of the creative process. August’s personal experiences also inspired key moments and lines of dialogue.”

I say why go for a game who names a trans character in the same ignorant way it named Cho and Kingsley when you could go for games that have creators who genuinely care for and listen to the perspectives and rights of the people they’re trying to represent right? In addition to all the other issues.

if magical systems in particular are a need aside from open world rpgs:

- Tiny Tina’s Wonderland – if you’re more familiar with borderlands this is a spinoff but spellcasting instead of guns

- Pillars of Eternity is fantasy from the same studio as outer worlds and is really good. Pillars of Eternity II: Deadfire was the latest release

the TES games have been mentioned but I wanted to reiterate that there are 5-6 magic schools and 100+ spells for those games. Worldbuilding and roleplaying is very fun and makes it quite repeatable so worth the money. They all also have quite a prolific modding community especially oblivion and skyrim and it isn’t that hard to download mods to personalize the game. But even without mods its still fun to replay and go on sale along with ESO often enough

Most JRPGs in general have magic systems and are largely open world. All of the final fantasy games have magic. Adjacent is kingdom hearts. I’ll just add the Shin Megami Tensei series which is related to Persona. The Atelier series brand is alchemical magic. The “Tales of ____” of bandai namco series allows you to main the magical casting characters if you wish. Ni No Kuni is again fantasy setting. Valkyrie Elysium was recently released. Xenoblade Chronicles 3 too was released last year.

Forspoken is a recent game published by SquareEnix so its technically jrpg but its setting is western with a black main character that was rendered based off the VA who is half black caribbean. The main character is based in New York then gets transported to a fantasy world where she gains magic and mixes that up with parkour style movement. if you can’t afford it yet wait for a sale.

Check out golden week for sales since they tend to really go low for JRPGs during that time more than any other sale

Some indie games that have witchy elements:

Flying Neko delivery – if you like studio ghibli and kiki’s delivery service why not fly around on a broom as a cat making deliviries?

Little witch nobeta – you play as a little witch to explore ancient castles. The magical system is a bit limited but at the price you’re getting it I think its a good deal

Little Witch in the woods – 2d pixel art in the style of old school rpgs you play as a witch and make potions and cast spells, help people and refurbish your house.

Potion craft – not an rpg but its an alchemy simulator

Kena: bridge of spirits – not witchy but it has magic and exploration. Not quite open world in that you tend to travel linearly but you’re free to go back to places you’ve explored before. The gaming company partnered with a vietnamese animation studio and they based the animation on the environment of SEA/East Asia so if you’re from there and find the environmental aspects familiar in a fantastical way like buildings and the way the characters were conceptualized that’s why. from where im frm Kena costs the equivalent of $15 but it seems like its still expensive on steam US though as it costs $40? it tends to get 50% off on epic stores though so you can wait for its sale there

some upcoming indie games aside from witchbrook:

kitori academy – should be coming out this year. You’re a magical apprentice going to school to learn magic.

Lawmage academy – 2d pixel art old school style where you go to an academy to learn spells and craft potions

#submission #jk rowling #games #hogwarts legacy alternatives #hogwarts legacy #videogame recs

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It will be so weird if he made such a hoo haah of going away for a long time and then is back in not even nine months. It’s par for the course for his team though, they kept saying last shows and adding more shows. They did it to create demand for his 4 shows in wembely stadium and the big Italy one. All artists take touring breaks, his was going on and on for years. Why make such a big deal of a break which is not even a year long? All that sobbing and melodrama!

It was the end of that massively long "Love on Tour" odyssey that spanned across 3 years (2021, 2022, & 2023) and 2 albums. They know his fans are desperate for anything from, so they won't care. Look for him to really disappear around the time of the announcement/tickets going on sale.

A residency in the U.S. will sell out every single night from the same harries going every over and over. They will bill it as a limited engagement to drive up demand. They already tested residencies during HSLOT.

Vegas residencies are no longer seen as places for washed-up artists. Popular artists can go in and basically do a mini tour without the travel. And they still make a ton of money.

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El Rancho Vegas, 1941-1960

Construction of El Rancho Vegas c. 1941. First resort on US 91 just outside the Las Vegas city limits, the future Las Vegas Strip.

“Tom Hull always boasted about how cheap he got that land, if we'd have known what he was going to do with it, we'd have probably given it to him for free.” - Walter Hunsaker, manager of Leigh Hunt estate which owned hundred of acres in the upper Strip area.

‘39: Thomas Hull's Hull Hotel Corp buys the property from Vegas Valley Development Co. (Estate of Leigh SJ Hunt). Accounts of the land size range from 43, 57, and 66 acres; accounts of the price range from $5000 (66 acres) to $15,000 (43 acres). The apocryphal story of Hull’s car breaking down, leading to the idea of the hotel, was first told by D. Ashbaugh, “LV Blvd was birthplace of Las Vegas,” Review-Journal, 5/9/61.

'41: Opened 4/3/41. W. McAllister, architect (Los Angeles). Built by Midstate Construction Co (Fresno). Neon by Nevada Electric Co (Las Vegas). The hotel was the third of Hull's El Rancho chain in Sacramento and Fresno. Opening advertisement in Los Angeles Times, 3/30/41, called it "The Caliente of Nevada," and said, "Bring your play clothes" for the opening. Hull acquires an additional 20 acres from Vegas Valley Development in May. New hotel wing and KENO-AM radio station added later in Nov.

'43: Construction of El Rancho Village, community of housing on 10 acres north of El Rancho Vegas, in Jan.-May. Hotel and village bought by Conrad Hilton, Joe Drown. Leased to different groups over the next five years.

'46: Chuck Wagon buffet introduced.

'48: Bought by El Ranco Inc. (Jake Katleman & partners)

'50: Road sign opposite from the resort changed from a billboard to the neon arrow by YESCO in Sep. Beldon Katleman is president of the hotel after inheriting El Ranco Inc. stock from J. Katleman.

'51: Hotel renovation led by B. Katleman, designer Tom Douglas (“Katleman told Douglas he wanted to ‘get rid of the corn’ but keep the Western character”); Round Up room becomes Opera House, signs on the building changed.

'60: Casino/showroom destroyed by fire 6/17/60. El Rancho Vegas closed. Debris remained on site until late ‘61.

'62: Some bungalows removed/relocated “to make way for new multi-million-dollar El Rancho building on the grounds.”

'63: Remaining hotel section used as Thunderbird West

'64: Remaining hotel rebranded El Rancho Vegas Motor Inn with retail shops through, continues through '67.

'68: El Rancho’s neon arrow sign removed, Dec. 4.

'70: Property acquired by H. Hughes. Last structures moved off site circa ‘74.

'95: Property acquired by Gordon Gaming (W. Bennett), excluding the 27 acres of the future Wet N Wild.

2001: Hilton Corp acquires 10-acres, builds Hilton Grand Vacations Club on the Las Vegas Strip (2650 LVBS).

2007: MGM Resorts purchases the northern property, opens Las Vegas Festival Grounds in 2014. MGM property sold to P. Ruffin in 2019.

Photos of El Rancho Vegas

Sources include: Tom Hull, Noted Operator, To Erect $250,000 Building. Review-Journal, 10/25/40; El Rancho Vegas advertising section, Review-Journal, 4/19/41 p16; Plan Expansion for El Rancho. Review-Journal, 5/26/41 p1; Plat map of El Rancho Village, Clark County, Nevada, 7/28/42. UNLV Special Collections & Archives; Residential Area to be Developed by Thomas Hull. Review-Journal, 10/8/42; El Rancho Village To Hook on Sewer. Review-Journal, 2/5/43; El Rancho Vegas Sale Is Announced By Hull Today. Review-Journal, 6/22/43 p3; Control of Hotel El Rancho Vegas Changes Hands. Review-Journal, 12/3/50 p9; El Rancho Plans Big Expansion. Review-Journal, 7/3/51 p2; Tom Douglas. Review-Journal, 6/18/52 p18; Don Beale. 'Creator’ of Strip Revisits Las Vegas. Review-Journal, 8/20/61; Barbara Lawry. Birth of the Strip: El Rancho Vegas. The Nevadan, 4/29/73; Georgia Lewis. Reality and myth on the Las Vegas Strip. The Nevadan, 10/13/74; Jane Ann Morrison. Leigh Hunt bet on Vegas more than 50 years ago. The Nevadan, 9/11/77; L. Benston. Bennett pulls prime Strip property off the market. Las Vegas Sun, 10/17/2002.

#1941 #El Rancho Vegas

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Dana White Net Worth and Sources of Income

Dana White's Net Worth

According to documents, Dana White's net worth is estimated to be around $500 million in 2024. This substantial wealth places him among the top earners in the sports industry and showcases his impressive business skills and determination.

1. UFC Ownership and Equity The impact of global crises on UFC ownership and equity cannot be ignored. When the Fertitta brothers bought UFC in 2001, Dana White was appointed as its president. He received a small equity share, which has grown significantly since then. In 2016, the Fertitta brothers sold UFC to an investment group led by talent agency WME-IMG (now Endeavor) for a whopping $4 billion. Although the exact percentage of White's equity in UFC is not publicly known, he clearly profited greatly from this sale, which boosted his wealth.

2. UFC Salary and Bonuses Besides his equity in UFC, Dana White earns a significant annual salary as its president. Although his salary is not publicly disclosed, it's estimated to be between $20 to $25 million each year, excluding event earnings. White also earns additional bonuses and incentives based on UFC's performance, which likely adds millions more to his overall income, further enhancing his wealth.

3. Investments and Business Ventures Dana White has diversified his income streams by making strategic investments and pursuing various business ventures:

Real Estate: White has made wise investments in real estate, including purchasing a $5.5 million mansion in Las Vegas.

Hospitality: He's also invested in several high-end restaurants and nightclubs.

Media and Entertainment: White has expanded into media, producing the reality show "Dana White: Lookin’ for a Fight" among other entertainment ventures.

These additional sources of income, along with his earnings from UFC, have led to a steady increase in his net worth.

Sources of Dana White's Income Dana White's estimated net worth of approximately half a billion dollars comes from various sources:

1. Profits from UFC Investments Dana White's net worth wouldn't be the same without his investment in UFC. In 2001, White and the Fertitta brothers bought the struggling UFC for $2 million. Their leadership transformed it, leading to an era of dominance for the sport.

In 2016, the Fertitta brothers sold UFC to a group of investors, including WME-IMG (now Endeavor), for around $4 billion. While details on White's ownership stake are not entirely clear, it's believed that he made a substantial amount from this sale.

2. UFC Salary and Bonuses White's role as UFC president also provides him with a substantial salary, estimated between $20 and $25 million annually. In addition, performance-based bonuses further contribute to his earnings, potentially adding millions to his income each year.

3. Investments and Business Ventures Beyond UFC, Dana White has invested in:

Real Estate: He owns a $5.5 million house in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Hospitality: He has stakes in high-end restaurants and nightclubs.

Media Projects: He has also been involved in entertainment ventures, including the production of "Dana White: Lookin' for a Fight."

These diverse ventures have helped boost his net worth significantly.

4. Endorsements and Sponsorships Dana White has secured lucrative endorsement and sponsorship deals over the years. Although specific terms are rarely disclosed, these contracts have undeniably added to his overall wealth.

5. Philanthropic Activities While not directly increasing his wealth, White's charitable activities have improved his public image, potentially leading to new business opportunities. Some notable initiatives include:

Outreach Programs for UFC Fighters

Donations to Charitable Organizations

Scholarships for Local Underprivileged Children

Support for U.S. Armed Forces Veterans

Through his diverse income streams, strong business acumen, and public profile, Dana White has reached a net worth of $500 million, securing his place among the wealthiest figures in sports.

Factors Influencing Dana White's Net Worth Several factors contribute to Dana White's impressive net worth:

UFC's Financial Success: White's business acumen and ability to grow UFC globally have significantly increased his wealth.

Entrepreneurial Acumen: His risk-taking, vision, and pursuit of opportunities in the sports and entertainment industries have fueled UFC's and his personal growth.

Negotiation Skills: White's strong negotiation skills have helped him earn lucrative deals for UFC and himself.

Branding and Marketability: White is a key asset for UFC, thanks to his wit, intelligence, and marketability.

Diversified Investments: White's ventures in real estate and hospitality have diversified and boosted his income.

Controversies and Challenges Despite his wealth and success, Dana White has faced his share of challenges and controversies.

Labor Relations Controversies: UFC fighters have frequently voiced concerns over issues such as pay, healthcare, and contracts.

Legal Challenges: In UFC's early days, it faced legal hurdles to gain regulatory approval.

Professional Ethics: White's handling of some fighter-related incidents has drawn criticism.

Life Scandals: White has also dealt with personal controversies, such as an incident involving his wife in 2022, which drew considerable media attention.

Though White has faced setbacks, he has largely overcome these obstacles to maintain his dominant position in the MMA world.

Dana White is a highly influential figure, known globally as the head of UFC, which is headquartered in Nevada. He is one of the most recognized names in the MMA industry, and his strategic thinking has made UFC popular worldwide, elevating his net worth to over half a billion dollars.

The rest of this discussion will focus on Dana White's net worth, income sources, and what makes him one of the most successful and affluent figures in sports.

The Rise of Dana White Born on July 28, 1969, in Manchester, Connecticut, Dana White's rise to the top of the MMA industry wasn't easy. Initially managing boxing, White transitioned into the world of MMA and soon became a passionate advocate for the sport. In 2001, White, along with childhood friends the Fertitta brothers, decided to buy the struggling UFC for just $2 million—a pivotal moment for both UFC and White's career.

How UFC Evolved Under White's leadership, UFC underwent significant transformation:

Mainstream Acceptance: White worked to make UFC more widely accepted, shifting it from its "no-holds-barred" reputation to that of a regulated sport.

Recruitment: He focused on signing the best MMA fighters, quickly drawing attention to UFC.

TV Deals: UFC signed a $1.5 billion deal with ESPN, boosting business revenue.

International Expansion: White expanded UFC to various international markets, further increasing its reach.

White's dedication to MMA played a key role in UFC's rapid growth, resulting in enormous wealth for himself.

Dana White's Philanthropy Despite his wealth and fame, Dana White has engaged in various philanthropic efforts:

UFC Fighter Support: White backs initiatives related to fighter welfare, including healthcare and retirement benefits.

Charitable Contributions: He has donated to several causes, including disaster relief and local charities in Las Vegas.

Scholarship Programs: White helped establish scholarships for underprivileged youth.

Veteran Support: He actively supports U.S. veterans through events and fundraisers.

Though these acts receive less attention than his business activities, they contribute positively to his overall public image.

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7 OF THE BEST GRILLS AND SMOKERS FOR FATHER’S DAY 2024

Green Mountain Grills Daniel Boone Prime Plus Pellet Grill

Advanced Features of the Green Mountain Grills Daniel Boone Prime Plus

For tech-savvy dads who love grilling, the Green Mountain Grills Daniel Boone Prime Plus Pellet Grill is a top choice. This grill is packed with advanced features, including Wi-Fi control and a built-in meat probe, making it perfect for precise and convenient grilling.

Technological Advancements

The Daniel Boone Prime Plus stands out for its advanced technology. The Wi-Fi control allows your dad to monitor and adjust the grill’s temperature from his smartphone, giving him more flexibility and control over the cooking process. The grill also includes a built-in meat probe, which provides accurate readings of the internal temperature of the food.

Durability and Construction

Built to last, the Daniel Boone Prime Plus features a sturdy and well-insulated construction. This ensures that the grill maintains consistent temperatures, even in varying weather conditions. The durable materials used in its construction also make it a long-lasting addition to any outdoor cooking setup.

Ideal For

This grill is perfect for dads who love the convenience of modern technology combined with traditional grilling. Whether he’s cooking for a family BBQ or smoking a brisket for hours, the Daniel Boone Prime Plus offers precise control and reliable performance. It’s an excellent choice for tech-savvy grillers who want the best of both worlds.

Pit Boss Platinum Laredo 1000 Wood Pellet Grill

High Capacity and Value with the Pit Boss Platinum Laredo 1000

The Pit Boss Platinum Laredo 1000 is a high-capacity pellet grill that offers excellent value for its price. This grill features a large cooking surface and a digital control board with an LED readout, making it perfect for large gatherings and extended cooking sessions.

Cooking Surface and Capacity

One of the standout features of the Laredo 1000 is its large cooking surface. This grill provides ample space for grilling a variety of foods, making it ideal for family gatherings or parties. The grill also includes a meat probe, allowing your dad to monitor the internal temperature of his food with ease.

Control and Monitoring

The digital control board with an LED readout makes it easy for your dad to set and monitor the grill’s temperature. The meat probe provides accurate readings, ensuring that his food is cooked to perfection. The grill’s design also includes a hopper cleanout system, making it easy to switch between different types of pellets.

Value for Money

The Laredo 1000 offers excellent value for its price, providing a high-capacity cooking surface and advanced features at a competitive price point. This grill is perfect for dads who want a high-quality pellet grill without breaking the bank.

Ideal For

This grill is ideal for dads who love hosting large gatherings and need a high-capacity grill to accommodate their cooking needs. It’s perfect for those who want a versatile and reliable pellet grill that offers excellent value for its price. The Laredo 1000 will help your dad create delicious meals for family and friends with ease.

Portable Grill Pits

For the on-the-go dad who likes to move where the action is, a portable grill might fit the bill. Gone are the clunky grill pits of your childhood. Today’s grills feature sleek design and built-in prep spaces, all constructed with durable, weather-resistant materials. Technological advances in grilling allow your pit to light and heat faster, and many offer the versatility to do everything from grilling and searing to roasting, baking, and smoking.

Ceramic Grill Smokers

Ceramic kamado-style charcoal grills are all the rage these days. If your Pops loves aroma and flavor created by natural wood charcoal, this may be the grill for him! Whether he’s doing low-and-slow like a brisket, or “fast food” like burgers, the built-in air flow systems make cooking a breeze. Can’t decide which one to choose? Many outdoor kitchens now do double duty and include both gas and charcoal grills.

Grill Islands

Make dad the star of the show this Father’s Day with a grand grill island set up featuring a wrap-around bar and plenty of seating for his many fans. Grill islands come with a wealth of optional amenities – from side burners and fridges to prep and serve space. But if you don’t have a shady spot to place it, be sure to include a papa-pleasing built-in umbrella stand to help him beat the heat.

Outdoor Cooking, Living, and Dining

If your dad’s mantra is “go big or go home” it just might be time to make an investment in an outdoor kitchen and living space. With the plethora of durable, weather-resistant materials – from fabrics to furniture, flooring to countertops – and cooking equipment and accessories specifically designed for outdoor use, you’ll have everything you need to make outdoor living your focus all summer long.

25 Best Father's Day BBQ Ideas for the Grill Master Himself

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Give Dad a break from his grilling duties and surprise him with a Father's Day BBQ that he's sure to love. He'll appreciate the thought and effort, but he'll love the sticky-sweet ribs even more! You can get creative with cheese-stuffed burgers and bacon ranch pasta salad or keep things simple with skillet cornbread and classic grilled steaks. That's the way the Drummond family likes to honor the special day. "We usually celebrate Father's Day the same way: Give Ladd an extra hug, tell him an extra 'I love you,' and have a dinner of his favorite foods." (Steaks, included!) So, if you're looking to bring the smoky goodness of barbecue to your Father's Day dinner, just check out the recipes on the list ahead!

Just like every good barbecue, these Father's Day ideas include all the grilled meats you could want—and, of course, the tasty BBQ sides as well. There are hot dog recipes and homemade coleslaw, along with spicy BBQ brisket and creamy potato salad. There are also a few different burger recipes that will feed a crowd. Make a big batch of lemonade and a few Father's Day desserts and he'll really feel the love. Want to take it one step further? Give Dad a shiny new grilling gift to go with his BBQ dinner—it's the gift that keep on giving!

Grilled T-Bone Steak

Impress Dad with your steak grilling skills by putting this spice-rubbed T-Bone on the menu. He'll be asking for the recipe by the end of the night!

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Oven BBQ Chicken

You don’t even need to be a grill master to make this sweet and sticky BBQ dish. It’s cooked right in the oven with Dad's favorite BBQ sauce, peach preserves, garlic, and hot sauce for a kick.

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Hawaiian Macaroni Salad

This creamy and tangy macaroni salad is a no-brainer for a BBQ side. It's easy to make ahead and it would even pack-up well for a Father's Day potluck.

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Bow Tie Pasta Salad

This creamy pasta salad is loaded with tasty mix-ins, like bits of ham, cheese, crunchy bell pepper, and colorful peas. It makes a big batch so everyone can dig in.

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Country Style Ribs

Country-style ribs are best cooked low and slow, but they're well worth the effort. The result is sweet, smoky, and fall-off-the-bone good!

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Loaded Baked Potato Salad

For a new twist on steak and potatoes, try pairing your grilled steaks with a loaded potato salad instead! It still has all cheddar, bacon, and green onions that you know and love.

Get the Loaded Baked Potato Salad recipe.

Grilled Okra

Grilling okra is a great way to bring out those smoky flavors. It's quick to cook and bursting with lemon pepper seasoning for that extra zing.

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Upside-Down Tomato Cornbread

This gorgeous twist on cornbread will surprise everyone at the table —even Dad. It's tender, savory and slightly sweet thanks to the juicy summer tomatoes.

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Grilled BBQ Ribs

Ribs are one of those BBQ recipes that you just can't rush, but that's what makes them so good! They're slow cooked, smoky, and fall-off-the-bone delicious.

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Juicy Lucy

If you thought cheeseburgers were decadent, just wait until you try this burger that's stuffed with a molten center of American cheese! Top with caramelized onions and pickles for the ultimate drool-worthy burger.

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Dill Pickle Pasta Salad

Go big on pickle flavor with this pasta salad that's made with chopped dill pickles, pickle juice, and fresh dill on top!

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Cowboy Steak

Looking to impress Dad? This extra thick-cut, bone-in ribeye steak will do just that! Even the butter on top is impressive thanks to the ranch seasoning.

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Red Potato Salad

There are so many ways to prepare potato salad, but this creamy, dill-filled version is always a hit. The crispy bacon on top definitely helps make it a crowd-pleaser.

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Bacon Ranch Pasta Salad

Pasta salads are perfect for barbecues (or any outdoor cookout for that matter) because they're easy to make ahead. Just be sure to keep the bacon on the side until ready to serve—this ensures it stays nice and crispy!

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Grilled Flank Steak

You can't go wrong with steak when it comes to dinner for Dad! Try this simple grilled flank steak topped with barbecue sauce, homemade chimichurri, or grilled corn salsa for a kick.

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Skillet Cornbread

Ree's been making this cornbread recipe for years and years. The golden crust is perfect for sopping up all the drippings from your plate of barbecue.

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Classic Cheeseburger

Hearty beef patties, melty cheese, and an endless array of toppings will make any Father's Day menu complete. It's a surefire way to please Dad or anyone in the family!

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Baked Beans

This recipe transforms regular ole cans of pork and beans into a miraculous side dish. They're sticky-sweet and topped with crispy bacon!

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BBQ Hot Dogs with Cilantro Slaw

Take your hot dogs to the next level by slathering them in BBQ sauce and finish them with a crunchy cilantro slaw. It's way more impressive than just plain old hot dogs.

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Crock-Pot Mac and Cheese

We love making this mac and cheese for summer cookouts because it doesn't require the stovetop or oven! The creamy, cheesy side all comes together in your handy kitchen appliance.

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Cowboy Beans

Your dad doesn't have to be a cowboy like Ladd to love these hearty, comforting beans. They're perfect for anyone with a hankering for a delicious BBQ side.

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Grilled Corn on the Cob

Use this simple recipe for a side dish for ribs or cut the corn off the cob to make a summery corn salad. Either way, it's a great method for making corn on the grill.

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Spicy BBQ Brisket

This brisket starts in the oven, but finishes on the grill which makes for the most tender meat we ever did see. All you need are some pickles and BBQ sauce for serving.

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Classic Coleslaw

This classic coleslaw is a refreshing and crunchy side dish that pairs perfectly with barbecue favorites like ribs, brisket, and cheeseburgers. And it only takes 10 minutes!

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Brothers

Adrian (left) Douglas (middle) Jasper (right)

Douglas, the oldest, is an extreme workaholic and takes his job and reputation very seriously. He and his younger brother Adrian became the principal owners of their parents organization which are interested in investements, sales, marketings and operate in numerous areas. Jasper instead, owns a Casino in Las Vegas, leaning back and watch the money flow by itself. In Douglas eyes, Jasper is seen as the 'lazy and irresponsible one'. Jasper was never interested in taking over more responsibility like his brothers did. Adrian helped him out in many situations, especially by running his own casino and making his life more simple like he wished for. For that, Jasper secretly supports him in his shady business. In fact, he even stayed loyal to Adrian until the end and never lost a word about it. They both have also a hard time being around with Douglas, since they're always getting judged and critizised.

Background information about Adrian and Douglas:

They always hated each other. Since childhood Douglas domineered Adrian, telling him he won't ever be as good as him. On the other hand Douglas always had an eye on him as well because he noticed Adrian's strange behaviour patterns. When Adrian married Sylithia Douglas was appalled by these news. In their family it is forbidden to marry someone who is not a feline. Though, Adrian never cared about traditions and likes to do his own thing. This causes a lot of discussions between him and his oldest brother.

#my art #anthro #furry #oc #original character

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Christmas 2017

Hello all from the “Zentloper” abode,

I’ve always wanted to do an annual Christmas letter. It was a tradition in my family growing up; Dad would round up all our input about what significant events that had happened over the year to include and then he’d type it up and we’d all gather around the table putting our signatures on the cards as we readied them for the mail. In my first marriage, I didn’t have too many friends and family to differentiate myself from the old “Zentler Xmas Letter” and could not justify partaking. But things have changed considerably, choices made, lives rehashed, and this year I find myself in the circumstance where it makes sense to gather a list of people to whom extending a seasonal greeting seems appropriate. Congrats, you made the list. ;)

So where to begin? 2017 has been a rather blessed year for Neil and I, most things considered. We still reside in our little studio apartment on the second floor of a complex in the middle of San Jose, but that may be changing next year. Ultimately, we both want a house somewhat secluded from the grid while remaining in Silicon Valley, but there’s a lot of saving left to do to make that dream a reality. Somehow, I’m confident, we’ll make it work. Until then, our heads are filled with daydreams of home ownership and little do-it- yourself projects– I guess that’s fairly normal for two people embarking on life together.

Of course, it would also be preferable if said domicile had a multi-car garage... Our “fleet” as Neil calls it, has expanded from two vehicles to four over the course of this calendar year. His most recent acquisition– a 1983 Chevrolet Camaro Z28– has been a source of entertaining joy-rides and mechanical (mis)adventures, with the promise of “many more to come.” Early this year, back in February, he also purchased a new motorcycle; namely, a 2017 Indian Springfield, and his old bike, a 2013 Yahama V-Star became my baby. I’ve had my fun decking it out, adding a windshield, repainting the saddlebags, giving it a tank bib, and more. But more importantly, the purchase enabled us to take many wonderful weekend rides together, exploring destinations throughout California: taking in the gorgeous views, reveling in the sensation of freedom as we glide down the road through twists and turns, and enjoying one another’s company. We hit up lots of National Parks and beaches or just cruised unfamiliar stretches of pavement for the heck of it. On our way to Reno in June, we unexpectedly hit snow– very glad we avoided frostbite on our toes. Our year’s capstone ride was Las Vegas in August, crossing the desert in the scorching summer heat. I decided to assemble a quilt of California such that we could document our journeys with patches and pins from each location.

We do wish we had more free time to take advantage of together. Neil has been working with Schwan’s Home Food Service for almost a year now, which has a good salary and benefits but incredibly long hours. Of course Neil, overachiever that he is, has excelled in the role; he’s the second highest Sales Rep in the region or something like that, which is most of the West coast. I’m immeasurably proud of him.

Meanwhile, I’ve been on the path of pursuing my Masters in Business Administration at San Jose State University. Having graduated back in 2010, I was a little nervous about returning to school, but I studied hard and took the GRE sometime in March and got excellent marks and was thus conditionally accepted, pending some required courses, which I completed online. I began my coursework in September and have already learned so much. I find that my brain is much more suited to comprehension and application of concepts than it was when I was an undergrad. Too weird. But then, my background in English and Visual

Arts and profession in the theme park industry has certainly made me stand out from the rest of the business crowd, and it’s fun being a little unique.

I also underwent what should be my last SRS procedure: a hysterectomy in September. Neil took time off work to care for me while I recovered, which was swift; in three weeks I was back to 100%. Transitioning has been more than a six-year process at this point, but I can safely say I’ve never felt more comfortable than I am now, both physically in this body, and emotionally. Neil’s unwavering acknowledgement of and participation in my gender identity, and his love for me for who I am, is truly something I never thought I’d have in a partner.

I hope this message reaches all of you at a happy point in your lives as well. We think of you and the ways you’ve touched our lives often, even if we don’t express it.

Best Wishes, Rick and Neil

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sisterspooky1013 · 2 years ago

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Nuptiae Sub Rosa, Ch 25

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

On the one-year anniversary of when we posted the first chapter, we bring you a bonus chapter to this story that means so much to us both. Thank you to every single one of you who has taken the time to read it. We appreciate you more than you know. - @xfmaweezy & SisterSpooky1013

Scully leans her head against the doorframe and closes her eyes, letting the warmth of the desert wind rush over her cheeks. They spend half of the year chasing the sun and the other half avoiding it, criss-crossing north to south with the changing seasons and east to west with the changing months. It’s somewhat arbitrary, but the routine of it makes their nomadic life feel just a little bit predictable. Maybe she doesn’t know what small town they’ll call home this November, but she knows it will be south of possible snowfall and not so far east that they’ll spend more than four days in the car getting there.

Four days in the car, four weeks in one location, four months before they trade in their vehicle for something new. Four years of living her life in sets of four with no end in sight. She pulls in a deep, arid sigh and rolls her head across the seat back to look at Mulder.

He shaved this morning, which was a pleasant surprise, and he’s been drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the music like he used to when their time in the car took them from hotel to crime scene, or airport to home. He glances over at her and pops his eyebrows suggestively, then reaches across the console and squeezes her knee.

“Almost there,” he says reassuringly, and she offers him a weak smile.

Even on the days she hates him for leading her to this life, she still loves him very best of all. Still reaches for him across king size mattresses, still grabs his hand on crowded sidewalks, still chooses him over white picket fences and HOA meetings. He is the only viable choice.

Las Vegas

Next Exit

She quirks her head and looks back over at him, finding a little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. They typically avoid tourist attractions after spotting Holman and Sheila Hardt at the Grand Canyon, thankfully too distracted by keeping their boisterous six-year-old away from the rim to recognize the former agents who played a large role in their eventual union.

“Vegas, Mulder?” she asks him, curious and surprised.

“Sin City, Scully,” he says brightly, his hair whipping in the wind. “We can take in a show.”

She smiles at him, bemused. They haven’t attended anything more populated than a county fair in years, and she is skeptical that he’d suddenly change his policy now, but stranger things have happened. At least the food in Vegas should surpass their typical fare in quality, albeit also in price.

She scoots up in her seat as they roll onto the strip, taking in the hordes of tourists interspersed with showgirls and card slappers littering the sidewalks with advertisements for call girls. Vegas during the day is bright and busy, full of youthful charm and holiday novelty. After the sun sinks below the Spring Mountains, however, another side of the city will emerge and bring a more lustful, seedy type of entertainment. Starved for excitement that doesn’t include threat of harm, Scully finds herself feeling buoyant and piqued.

As the day unfolds, Mulder continues to surprise her in ever-increasing layers. He treats her to an expensive lunch and then sends her off with an envelope of cash to buy herself “something nice to wear to dinner.” She wanders The Grand Canal Shoppes at the Venetian feeling like she’s in a scene straight out of Pretty Woman, though thankfully the sales women are more than happy to take her money and help her find a dress in her size.

She expects that they’ll be staying in one of the run-down, older motels on Fremont, and when Mulder drives up to the mirrored letters of The Cosmopolitan and hands over the car keys for valet, her jaw nearly hits the concrete.

“Who are you?” she asks him playfully. He winds his arm around her waist and whispers, “Fox Mulder, FBI,” in her ear, making her heart ache with nostalgia and joy.

It’s only when they’re standing outside the elevators that she realizes. She looks up at him, her eyes welling with something hopeful that she hasn’t felt in far too long, and he smiles knowingly.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks coyly, and she barks a laugh that echoes off the lobby walls.

“You can kiss me whenever you want. I’m your wife, aren’t I?” she replies cheekily, and he scoops her up off the floor and kisses her like it’s the very first time.

They miss the next two elevators.

Mulder rubs his clammy palms over the tops of his thighs, then checks the interior pocket of his suit jacket for the envelope again. His stomach is in knots, and he’s both delighted and surprised that she can still make him feel this way after so long.

He glances at her over the table, admiring the way the light from the votive candle dances along her cheekbones. She stopped wearing makeup over a year ago, but he supposes she never got rid of it based on the smoky haze around her eyes and the bright berry color on her lips. The dress is—indescribable. Black and tight without being flashy, hugging every gentle curve of her body and falling just above her knee. He knows she isn’t wearing a bra by the way her nipples puckered under the air conditioning when they walked in, and he hopes to find out if she took a similar approach to panties. But those are things to look forward to later—right now he has something more pressing to attend to.

“I can feel you thinking,” she coos, plucking the olive out of her martini and pulling it off the swizzle stick with her teeth.

He pulls in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, then retrieves the envelope, which is now soft around the edges from overhandling.

“Happy anniversary,” he says as he sets it on the table top and slides it across to her.

She narrows her eyes at him, maintaining a skeptical expression as she lifts the flap and extracts a trifolded sheet of paper. His heart begins to pound as she unfolds it and reads it once, twice, three times.

“Farrs Corner, Virginia,” she says, her tone disturbingly neutral. “Have we been there?”

He shakes his head slowly. “Not yet.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” she says, reading the document again. “Who is Allen Utke? And why are you giving me the deed to his house as an anniversary gift?”

“Well, technically speaking he’s one of the founding members of MUFON,” Mulder answers, his throat becoming tight with nerves. “But in this case, he’s me. Or I’m using his name as a pseudonym, anyway, to keep mine off the legal documents.”

She blinks at him, looks at the page again, then back at him. Her expression shifts from confusion to realization, then to something resembling fear.

“You own this house?” she asks quietly.

“We do. What’s yours is mine, et cetera,” he answers.

“Wh—when, how…why?”

He sees the way that a lack of clear information is sending her into a tailspin, and he reaches across the table to grab her hand.

“A few weeks ago,” he says hurriedly. “We still have some connections I was able to leverage, and we’ve known for a while that it’s safe for you to live out in the open. And as to why…I want you to have a home, Scully. And a yard, and a dog, and maybe one of those porch swings. Whatever you want, I want you to have it. It’s been too long since you had a home.”

She picks up her napkin with her free hand, dabbing carefully under her eyes so as not to ruin her makeup.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispers. “When can we go?”

“We’ll head east when we leave here. We can be there in a few days.”

“Before Thanksgiving?” she asks with a teary smile, charmed by the idea of a real table, and a turkey cooked in an oven, and potatoes that didn’t come from a box.

“Definitely before Thanksgiving,” he answers. “We can invite your mom to come down.”

She looks at him sharply, her chest heaving as she attempts, unsuccessfully, to quell an onslaught of fresh tears. One ragged sob escapes, and then another, and patrons at nearby tables glance over at them before politely averting their eyes.

Mulder stands and comes around to her side of the table, kneeling beside her. She immediately threads her arms around his neck, pulling him close and tight as she whimpers.

“Why did you tell me this in a restaurant?” she admonishes him, but her tone is light and he knows she isn’t angry.

He pulls away a little, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks, which are now streaked with mascara, and smiles at her.

“Sorry, I think I forgot how to give good news,” he says.

She pulls in one more big breath, settling her tears, and pushes her mouth into a closed lip smile.

“Thank you,” she says, and then leans forward and kisses him once on the lips.

She tugs on the ties of the hotel-issue bathrobe, cinching it around her waist. She’s nude underneath, having lacked the forethought to buy something sexy while she was out shopping, and lingerie has never been part of her traveling wardrobe.

Her throat thickens every time she thinks about the house. Their house. A home, finally. The idea of seeing her mom after all these years—it’s the best kind of overwhelming. She knows that if it were up to Mulder, he might just keep running forever out of paranoia and fear. He’s doing this for her, for them, for their future, and while it may be a way of loving someone that’s hard for other people to understand, to her it feels like the purest form of love imaginable.

She exits the bathroom and finds him sitting on the end of the bed, his belt and tie discarded. He straightens up when he hears the door open, looking over at her with a warm smile. As she walks towards him she catches their reflection in the mirror over the desk, and something about seeing him see her feels like she’s watching them through a looking glass, observing from the outside. She leans against the desk, which is situated directly across from him, and stuffs her hands in the pockets of the robe, crossing her legs at the ankle. She heaves a sigh, and his mouth stretches into a grin.

“What?” she asks, quirking her head.

He shakes his head slowly, dragging his eyes from her face to her feet and back up.

“You were so nervous that night, and look at you now,” he says.

“You still give me butterflies, Mulder,” she offers demurely, blushing a little at the thought. All the times he’s caught her off guard, surprised her with his possessiveness or his dominance, sometimes his sweetness.

“Whatcha got on under there?” he asks with a wag of his eyebrows, jutting his chin towards the robe.

“Under here?” she asks, touching the tie. “You’ll have to use your investigative skills to find out, agent.”

His demeanor shifts, his eyes darkening and his shoulders somehow becoming broader. He reaches for her, grabbing her by the hips and tugging her forward so that she’s standing between his knees. She feels blood rush to her pelvis, the sweet anticipation of arousal swelling in her veins.

Mulder lays his palm against the side of her neck, brushing his thumb over her throat. He catches her eye and holds it for a beat, long enough to assert himself as the dominant party in this exchange. She sighs raggedly, and he slides his hand down and across her shoulder, pushing the fabric of the robe to the side.

“No bra strap,” he observes in a level tone. “Could mean no bra, could mean strapless.”

She bites her lip to stifle a smile, and he arches up to press his lips to her clavicle. He kisses a trail down the middle of her chest, nudging the robe aside with his nose as he ventures lower and lower. When he reaches her breastbone, he swipes his tongue across the place where a bra would typically sit, then looks up at her.

“Unless you’re wearing pasties…” he says, drawing the robe to the side with one hand and exposing a breast.

Her nipple puckers under the chill of the open air, and he licks his lips, brushing them back and forth across the stiff bud and making her shiver. He pushes the robe off her shoulders, leaving only the bottom half still secured to her by the tie, and then spends several minutes kissing, licking, pinching and caressing until her knees grow weak and she falters, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage.

“No bra,” he says, reporting on his findings as he reaches under the robe and rests his hands on the sides of her thighs.

He watches her face as his hands sail higher, and her breath hitches when they slide back and meet with the seams of her ass cheeks, his thumbs swiping over bare flesh experimentally.

“Could be a thong,” he posits.

He runs his palms up and up until his fingers settle into the dimples at her lower back. He smirks, then pulls his hands free and begins to loosen the knot on the tie.

“Conclusion: commando,” he states, letting the robe fall to the floor around her feet.

She watches him as he takes her in, just as much wonder in his eyes as there was in those early days. He turns her around, pressing wet kisses to her back and the tops of her ass cheeks. She looks at their reflection in the mirror, his fingertips on her hip bones and the minky crown of his head appearing and disappearing behind her. She sees her own body, the shimmering slivers of stretch marks on her belly and the once-full swell of her breasts, now slightly fallen.

“Beautiful,” Mulder murmurs, and she sees that he’s peeking out around her, studying her as well. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Scully.”

He tugs her back sharply and she falls against him, sitting heavy on the bed between his legs. He opens his thighs wider to accommodate her, touching the insides of her knees and pushing them out so that she is exposed and accessible to him. She leans back against his chest, her head resting on the front of his shoulder, and again they take in their reflection in the mirror, visible as far as her belly button before the image is cut off by the desk. He runs his hands over her body, his eyes following his hands in the mirror as he palms breasts, belly, thighs. He settles his hand over her vulva, cupping her lightly as he kisses her temple.

“Do you remember this?” he asks, his eyes on the mirror. “The first time I ever made you come?”

She arches into his hand a little, seeking more pressure.

“Yes,” she whispers, needy. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You wanted it so bad,” he growls, and she feels his erection pressing into her lower back.

“I wanted you,” she tells him.

Their eyes meet in the mirror and his middle finger begins to tease at her opening: soft, barely-there circles that make her whimper. He slides his wetted finger up over her lips and across her clit, and her eyes slide closed.

Sometimes she thinks he knows her body better than she does. She rests her hands on the tops of his thighs as he touches her expertly, his mouth sucking at the skin behind her ear and his fingers slipping up, around, down, in, over and over like a well-rehearsed dance. His other hand finds its way to her breast, rolling and pinching and teasing her closer and closer to the edge. To the place only he can take her, no one else. Not even herself. Not like this.

“Open your eyes.”

He’s looking at her face, at the stitch of her eyebrows and her gasping mouth. She watches the flex of his forearm, feeling but not seeing what those muscles are doing to her. Coaxing, pulling, gathering, bundling her tighter and tighter. One of her arms snakes up, her hand wrapping around the back of his neck as she opens herself up to him, melds her body into his. She feels a telltale tingle, and a low moan rumbles in her chest.

“Mmm, good girl,” he encourages her, and her eyes slide closed again.

It’s slow, languid, overflowing steadily like a cresting river. She’s acutely aware of every sensation: his chest warm against her bare back, his breath hot on her ear, his arms encircling her and his hands—god, his hands. Hands that have cared for her, loved her, teased her, saved her, occasionally hurt her. Hands that always catch her when she falls.

He eases off as she comes down, stroking her swollen lips while she sighs with satisfaction. She opens her eyes again and sees him smiling, proud and coy. She smiles back and they sit like that for minutes, marinating in dopamine and the most exquisitely complicated love.

“Did I ever tell you that for months after, this was what I thought about every time I touched myself?” he asks, one hand on her belly and the other still resting gently over her vulva.

“Not the sex?” she asks, surprised.

Her mind always went first to their middle-of-the-night tryst under the cover of darkness, knowing there was nothing between them. Knowing that a part of him would be left behind inside her. The day after, as they made the journey home to Washington, she forwent a panty liner in favor of feeling the dampness against her skin, getting a little thrill from sitting beside him on the airplane as he leaked out of her for hours. That’s what she thought about when her hand wound its way under the covers in those months and years until she could simply roll over and reach for him instead.

“Well, that too,” he admits, stroking the tops of her thighs. “But there was something about that, making you come with my fingers. I don’t know—don’t take this the wrong way, but I think I was surprised by how easy it was.”

She hums, then slowly sits up. He pulls his hands away from her body and rests them on the bed behind him, propping up his torso as she stands and turns around to face him. She reaches for the top button on his shirt, slowly slipping each one out of its slit until she reaches the bottom, then tugs the shirt free of his slacks.

“I was surprised too, for what it’s worth,” she says huskily, running her hands over his belly beneath his undershirt. “You’re a quick study.”

She pops the button on his slacks, draws down the zipper. His fledgling erection comes back to life, visibly thickening beneath the fabric of his boxers.

“You’re a fascinating subject,” he says in reply, his hips flexing up off the mattress.

She takes a step back, signaling him to stand with a barely noticeable lift of her chin. He follows her direction and she peels his shirt off his shoulders, then pushes his slacks down to his feet as he pulls his undershirt off over his head. She runs her fingers around the perimeter of the waist of his boxers, stepping up close and resting her chin on his sternum as she pushes her hands under the fabric and grabs two handfuls of his ass cheeks.

“Should we turn the lights off?” he asks, and she blinks slowly, rolling her head back and forth in the negative.

She knows it was rhetorical anyway: he likes to watch, and she likes to see the look on his face when he’s watching. The hypnotized swell of his pupils, the slack of his jaw: his pleasure is her aphrodisiac, a cyclical loop of taking and giving that is prone to leave them both limp-limbed and breathless.

His boxers land at his feet, and she reaches for his shoulders, guiding him back down to sit. She steps into the space between his legs and he reaches for her, cupping her chin and pulling her lower lip down with his thumb. She sucks his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as his cock jumps in her periphery.

She lowers herself slowly to her knees, the change in position shifting her back into a submissive stance. Not that she can’t suck him off when she’s in charge, and in fact she often does. But today, he pushes one hand into her hair along her occiput and grips the base of his cock with the other, bouncing the head against her closed mouth as she slides her hands over the tops of his thighs. She parts her lips slowly, slipping her tongue out to provide a slippery surface for his play. When she tastes the salted slick of his precum, she opens her mouth and takes him in until he butts up against the back of her throat.

He lets out something between a gasp and a moan, moving both hands to the sides of her head as she bobs up and down. He doesn’t push her, doesn’t force himself deeper than she’s ready for, but it still feels possessive and commanding. She flashes her eyes up to him and a throb sets off between her legs at the look on his face, those lust-drunk eyes and his tongue flexing in his mouth. Her fingernails dig into his flesh and she increases her pace until he stops her, pulling her away gently with panting breath.

“Too good,” he says appreciatively, and she rises to her feet with a satisfied smirk.

He stands and moves to the head of the bed, leaning against the padded headboard and stroking himself as he watches her crawl towards him. She sits atop his thighs and takes over, one hand cupping his balls as the other runs slowly from base to tip, her eyes on his face.

“I’d take a picture of this, if you’d let me,” he says in a thick, syrupy voice.

She cracks a smile.

“I seem to recall a few nude polaroids kicking around in one of those boxes in the car,” she says, tightening her fist until he groans a little.

“Not just naked,” he elaborates. “Sitting like that, like a queen on her throne with my cock in your hand. Way better than any of those movies in my old collection.”

She lifts her hips, scooting up and positioning him at her opening.

“I kind of miss your old collection, Mulder,” she admits as she sinks onto him. “Now that we’ll have our own place again, we can start a new collection.”

He sighs and touches her hips as she sits on him fully, every inch. Her hands move to his shoulders, running up the sides of his neck to cradle his jaw. She kisses him, softly and sweetly, and she feels him throb inside her when she runs her tongue across his bottom lip.

“Fuck me, Mulder,” she says pleadingly, even though she is the one on top.

He groans, his fingers digging into her hips as his pelvis jumps off the bed, rutting into her. She flexes her hips forward and back, and they fall into a harried, desperate rhythm that is somehow complimentary. Just as in so many other ways, they are two mismatched halves of a perfectly symmetrical whole. They shouldn’t work, but they do. They shouldn’t still be here, so many trials and tribulations and pain and heartache later, but they are. Unstoppable, inseparable, inextricably bound: he is hers and she is his.

“You feel so fucking good,” he professes, pulling her closer such that the peaks of her nipples drag over his chest each time she lifts her hips. His words are ragged, breathless, pushing out in pants between thrusts. “I can’t believe how wet you still get for me. Since day one, Scully. When I touched you that night? Jesus fuck, you were so wet.”

He knows she loves this, when he talks to her. When he tells her how much he likes it, how he feels about her. She holds her cheek against his, stubble scratching her face as he fucks her and his words pour right into her ear.

“You remember that night, in the dark? You climbed right on top of me, and you were so fucking wet. I couldn’t believe you let me come inside you,” he tells her, and she feels herself clench around him.

“I wanted you to,” she admits, flicking at his earlobe with her tongue. “The second we got home I got myself off thinking about it. I could still smell you on me.”

“Goddamn,” he growls. “Thinking about that is gonna make me come right now.”

She lifts her cheek off his and kisses him, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she brings one hand down to touch her clit. Every bit of skin where they are joined is wet and slick, and she slips her finger quickly back and forth over her hood until she feels that same tingle again, that point where she’s close enough to feel it in the base of her spine.

“Come inside me,” she hisses, her body stiffening as the height of it passes over her, sending her crashing over the edge into a sea of delicious waves. Rising and falling and rising and falling, she hears him moan and then feels him quaking inside her. Expletives pour from his lips and he clings to her, their bellies pressed together and their mouths sharing shuddering breaths, and every drop of him is in every corner of her, united completely, eternally one.

His head thumps back against the headboard and she collapses against his chest, her muscles dissolved to jelly and her heart so full it hurts.

“I love you,” she whispers tightly, overcome with emotion, and his hands run up and down her back comfortingly.

“Oh, brother,” he mumbles, and she pinches his side. “I think about that a lot, too, you know. The first time you said that to me.”

She lifts her head, puzzled. She’s not sure she can remember the very first time.

“After Padgett,” he reminds her. “You said you’d felt it for a long time but couldn’t bring yourself to tell me.”

She nods sleepily. “That’s true, it was a long time before I said it. I think I was afraid of what would happen if I said it out loud.”

“And what did happen?” he asks, pushing her hair behind her ear.

She smiles, leaning into his hand. Her eyes fall closed and she thinks back and back and back, so many years. Lifetimes ago.

“Everything,” she says on a sigh.

“I love you, too,” he says after a beat. “So much it scares me sometimes.”

“That’s bravery, isn’t it?” she asks, settling back against his chest. “Being afraid, but doing it anyway.”

“I don’t feel brave,” he says, tugging the comforter up over them both.

“You are,” she says resolutely. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

“Right back atcha, G-Woman,” he replies, and they drift there for a long while, too content to move.

When she wakes, it’s to the brush of rough fingertips across her forearm. She grunts in protest and the fingers sneak higher, detouring towards her armpit until she opens her eyes and glowers at him.

“Morning, sunshine,” he says with a smile. “I brought you coffee.”

“What time is it?” she grumbles.

“Just after 7:00,” he says sympathetically, “but if we maximize on daylight, we can make it home in three days.”

Home.

She cracks a smile and sighs, remembering. She finally has something to look forward to, and it’s a feeling she hadn’t realized she was missing. She sits up in bed and he brings her a very decadent cup of coffee that’s far better than any she’s had in years, then tells her about his planned route home as she savors it.

“It’s completely unfurnished, right down to appliances, so we’re going to need to do some serious shopping,” he warns her, and she nearly laughs.

“I think I’ll survive,” she tells him, and then they just sit and look at each other, smirking like they share a secret that no one else is in on.

“Oh, I got you something,” he says suddenly, reaching into his pants pocket. “I know the ten-year anniversary gift is supposed to be tin, but this seemed more fitting.”

He hands her a magnet in the image of the iconic “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada” sign, but the words “Welcome to” have been replaced with “Married in”.

“We don’t have a refrigerator, Mulder,” she says playfully, smiling.

“We don’t have one yet,” he corrects her.

“Well, I suppose we’ve never paid much mind to the proper order of things, have we?” she says, and he shakes his head, a look of complete adoration on his face. She leans forward, cradling his chin in her hand and kissing him firmly. “Thank you,” she says against his lips, “I love it.” She then throws back the covers and stands, stretching. “I just need to take a quick shower and we can head out,” she tells him, and he follows her into the bathroom.

“Care for an escort?” he quips, then makes a show of washing her back to prove his lack of ulterior motives.

She gets to be the one to slide her slippery fist around his cock in invitation, gasping when he hoists her up against the cold tile wall of the shower. They take advantage of the fact that the hot water will never run out, and her voice echoes loudly off the walls when she comes, too wrapped up in hope and love to care that the residents of the room next door can surely hear her.

An hour later, they are back on the desert highway. Mulder tunes the radio to a station claiming to play “old school hits,” and they laugh at the fact that many of the songs were new releases when they were still holed up in the basement office, unaware of just how much joy and pain and adventure lay ahead. Even now, she remains acutely aware that the path ahead is never predictable, even when it appears to be.

She holds the magnet in her hand, its rubber composition growing warm and pliant from the heat of her palm. She turns it over and over, imagining it adorning the refrigerator of a house she can’t yet picture, but will soon become as familiar to her as her apartment in Georgetown once was. She sees a full Thanksgiving spread laid out on a table at which her mother will sit, four years aged and brimming with the relief of having her daughter back.

She remembers snippets of her dream, of a dark-haired child carefully constructing a turkey from his handprint and holding it up with pride in his eyes. It’s only the latest in a series of dreams that feel like looking through a window, catching a glimpse of the life not led, or maybe the one being lived in a place not too far from some of their four-week stays.

It all feels so hopeful, so blessedly good it makes her want to cry. And then she does, quietly with eyes cast out the window until she sniffs and he reaches for her hand. She looks over at him, windswept and handsome and so completely hers that fresh tears well in her eyes, making him frown.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyes jumping between the open highway and her face.

She nods, pushing her mouth into a smile.

“Let’s go home.”

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thevindicativevordan · 3 years ago

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Why isn't Nightwing a bigger deal? He has all of Batman's skills and Superman's faith in humanity and is arguably the most beloved hero in the DCU, but most people seem to know him either as the leader of the N̶o̶t̶ ̶J̶L̶ Teen Ttians or just Robin.

Thank you for asking me about Nightwing, I've been wanting to write a piece about him for a while now. The short version is that everyone who claims Dick becoming Nightwing was him "moving out of Batman's shadow and becoming his own man" is completely wrong.

Dick Grayson is a fantastic character, someone who saved Bruce Wayne in-universe both by forcing Batman to grow up a bit, and the countless times he saved Batman's life as his partner whether as Robin or Nightwing. Dick saved Batman in the real world as well, hard to believe but Batman was actually in danger of being cancelled due to poor sales early on. Enter Robin, a young daredevil audience stand in the creators hoped would get kids interested in reading Batman. And it worked! Sales on Batman doubled once Robin showed up which is crazy to think about, but Dick Grayson has always been a popular character. Cartoons like Teen Titans, Batman: The Animated Series, and The Batman only helped grow his audience.

Character-wise, Dick Grayson really does fill a number of crucial roles in the DCU. For Batman, Dick is proof that Batman is a positive force. Meeting Batman helped change Dick for the better, helped him heal after his parents died. With Dick, Batman can take comfort in knowing that yes, he has made a difference in the world for at least one orphan boy, which is all he wanted when he lost his parents himself. To the wider DCU, Dick is a friendly face who convinces others that Batman is competent and not a complete asshole. He took this kid in, trained him to be one of the best heroes the DCU has seen, and did it all out of the kindness of his heart. That someone like Dick can confront the evils of Gotham and not break means there's still hope for that city. As Robin, Dick has led the Titans and is an icon in his own right as The Sidekick, the original, the one every other Robin is built around copying or contrasting. The one all other superhero sidekicks are drawing on as a basis. As Robin Dick Grayson is very much on Batman's level.

Just not as Nightwing. As Nightwing, Dick has been a second rate Daredevil which means he's a third rate Batman (fully prepared to get hate for this but I've read and enjoyed the Miller and Bendis DD runs so I feel entitled to my opinion). A typical Nightwing run tends to go like this: Moving to Bludhaven (which is Gotham... but WORSE!), Dick Grayson usually enrolls in a pointless job we don't care about in order to provide some meaningless soap opera drama that doesn't go anywhere. Patrolling the city as Nightwing, he fights a variety of bad guys who are usually rather lame and unthreatening, with his big bad being a Kingpin knockoff called Blockbuster. Villains are fought, long running plotlines are set up, then everything is abandoned because it's Batfamily event time, and Dick has to run back to Gotham in order to play sidekick again. Usually his involvement is completely superfluous and it would've been better if the writer had gotten to opt out. By the time we finally get back to Nightwing's solo plotlines, the audience has usually ceased to care and the run gets cut short.

That's how Nightwing has been since the New 52 at least. Anyone who thinks that's "becoming their own man" is out of their mind. Dick is so thoroughly in Batman's shadow that he got shot in the head and spent a longer time as "Ric" which everyone fucking hated and sold like shit, than he did as Agent Grayson which was extremely well-received. Reiterating: Ric went on longer than Grayson because of a fucking Batman plotpoint Tom King wanted where Bruce was sad and cut off from the Batfamily because of Dick getting shot. Not just calling out King either, how many times was Kyle Higgins Nightwing run derailed because of Scott Snyder's crossovers? Or how about that entire run getting dumped to the side because Johns wanted to out Dick during Forever Evil, a Justice League/Lex Luthor story? DC has repeatedly made their contempt for Nightwing clear, he's Batman's sidekick still in their eyes, and he serves whatever story role the Batman writer wants.

Hell his best stories tend to have been the ones where he's not Nightwing. He was Robin in a good chunk of the Wolfman/Perez New Teen Titans run. Morrison really showcased his depth as a character when they wrote him as Batman, their time with Dick under the cowl was actually one of the first Batman runs I ever read, and no Nightwing run has ever matched it in terms of quality in my humble opinion. Scott Snyder's work with DickBats also was a high point for the character, showing Dick as competent and examining his relationship with Gotham and the Gordons. King and Seeley gave him one of the best comic runs with Grayson, a series where he wasn't even a "superhero" technically! When it comes to actual pre-New 52 Nightwing runs that are highly recommended where he *is* Nightwing, there's Chuck Dixon and uhhhhhhh... Tomasi's brief run before Dick became Batman? It's not exactly an overwhelming list.

Look there has been good work done with Nightwing, I'm not claiming there hasn't been. Tim Seeley wrote a great run with Nightwing Rebirth. Seeley fleshed out Dick's Rogues Gallery with cool new ones like Raptor, he brought back old foes like Dr. Hurt (why oh why couldn't you have brought back Flamingo too?), he gave Dick's world some character it solely needed. Bludhaven under Seeley is pretty much the only time I've really felt like it lived up to being Dick's city.

The problem with fictional cities is you have to put in the work to give them the character of real cities. You have to make the cities feel like characters in their own right. Gotham is the best example of this, it's a character all it's own, one that tells you a lot about Batman and his cast. In contrast Bludhaven is usually one of the worst. Any place that wants to claim to be worse than the city that is built over the gate to hell and gets wrecked every other month by the Arkham freaks has to really put in the work to compete. Simply put, Bludhaven typically fails utterly. There's nothing about it that makes you really buy it's worse than Gotham, I mean does anyone really think Nightwing's Rogues wouldn't get their lunches eaten by Batman's? No, no one genuinely buys that. When Bludhaven claims to be worse, it just comes across as tryhard, an attribute that does end up telling you about Nightwing in unintentional ways.

So Seeley didn't do that. Instead he created a city built for a hero like Dick Grayson. Someone who is bright and flashy, but does have an element of darkness to him. Someone who loves the spotlight, but often uses it to obscure. Seeley turned Bludhaven into Las Vegas, and that was the fucking best concept for Bludhaven I have ever seen, it makes so much sense. Las Vegas is the "Entertainment Capital of the World" and isn't that the perfect city for a hero who got their start working in the circus? Isn't the aesthetics of the gleaming casinos, the glamorous sex appeal of the performers, and the spectacle of the shows, all being used to cover up the seediness of mob bosses meeting backstage perfect for Nightwing? It's so utterly unlike New York City, yet Las Vegas is still dangerous, it's got a crime culture all it's own. Seeley used it to great effect, as did Humphries during his brief run, and I will always be pissed that DC didn't continue to use it. That should have stuck around and been the definitive look for Bludhaven.

How Seeley's take on Bludhaven was treated feels like a small scale version of how Nightwing in general gets treated. Whenever creators pitched ideas for him, if editorial thought there was potential to break big, they asked for those ideas to be repurposed for Batman instead. Anything big or good gets repurposed for Batman or tossed to the side so Nightwing can go back to his default: having irrelevant adventures in a city that is supposedly worse than Gotham but can't live up to it. Just like how Nightwing is supposedly better than Batman but never gets to show it. Goddamn it's so frustrating seeing his potential get wasted like that.

The Nightwing book should be one of DC's most ambitious books in terms of storytelling. You can go from traditional superhero stories, to romantic soap opera, to spy stories, to crime noir, to horror, to cosmic adventures, and ALL of them would fit because Nightwing is someone who has a foot in both Gotham and Metropolis. He's got friends everywhere on every team, and has been a hero longer than most Leaguers have at this point. No reason DC should still be afraid to let him loose and insisting on hewing close to what Dixon established almost over 30 years ago is only holding him back. At the very least get him some better Rogues, why the hell didn't he get to keep Professor Pyg? That's Dick's villain not Bruce's! Bullshit that they didn't let Dick keep him. Hopefully Flamingo comes back, with a slight revamp I think he'd make a great reoccurring Nightwing Rogue.

Luckily it does look somewhat like Nightwing fans have reason to be optimistic. While Taylor isn't to my taste, DC clearly views him as a "big" writer, and that they put him on Nightwing says a lot. Taylor has been selling well so far, so hopefully he gets to tell his story, hilarious that even he lampshaded having to write Dick running over to Gotham for another tie-in after Taylor's big opening arc was all about Dick committing himself and his money to Bludhaven. Scott Snyder is apparently working on a Black Label Nightwing book which will explore how he's a different detective than Bruce. The Gotham Knights video game has him as one of the main stars, and while Titans is... controversial, it's one of the most popular streaming shows and Dick is the main character. There's a lot of content coming that features him in the starring role, and that will only help his star rise further.

For the first time in, well, ever it feels like DC may be serious about elevating him. Time will tell if it pays off, but I for one choose to be optimistic that the 2020s will be a turning point for Dick Grayson where Nightwing becomes hugely popular in his own right. Not just as Batman's sidekick.

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shatterinseconds · 3 years ago

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a (not) vegas wedding

Written for the bonus pdf for @klconstellation and is a standalone companion piece for my story in the zine.

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Three weeks of dating, millions of kisses and happy moments--plus, one potential engagement ring stuffed in a sock drawer on Earth--and for the first time, Lance doesn’t want to face the person beside him.

He has a splitting headache and a faint recollection. And oh god, his family will kill him.

“What the quiznack happened?” Lance moans as he rolls over. Stretching his arms out wide, his hand whacks into Keith’s back. Keith barely makes a sound, apparently too dead to the world right now, which is exactly how Lance is feeling at this very moment.

The pain behind his eyes is excruciating.

His jeans scratch against his legs as he tries to reorient himself; he slept in his street clothes apparently. Another sign that he was completely out of it last night.

The lights of the space-casino strip have not dimmed even though one of the planet’s suns is just starting to peek above the horizon. With the hotel curtains left open, the lights taunt him with all their false promises of glimmering fun times.

Somehow, they had been with it enough to check themselves into a hotel room, though not their original hotel room. Probably the honeymoon suite based on the flower petals strewn on the ground and what Lance soon realizes is a heart-shaped bed. Clearly, they both had their priorities straight.

He stares up at the ceiling. Dots swim in his vision as he tries to focus. Even when he closes his eyes, there are so many bright lights exploding behind his eyelids that he can create his own series of constellations. He stays like this for a few minutes, until finally he becomes used to the pain.

Whatever they drank last night, Lance will not be returning for round two.

Lance eventually draws his gaze towards Keith. With half of his face smashed into the pillow, Keith’s hair is a complete nest and a drool spot lies next to his open mouth. Lance wishes he had the energy to enjoy this.

“Ugh, stop. It’s too early.” Keith groans, an extremely delayed reaction. His dark eyes blink open, wincing from the light.

“It’s all your fault,” Lance says.

“No,” Keith mumbles into the pillow. His face is now fully squished into it like he’s planning to suffocate himself. “You wouldn’t stop asking. I couldn’t not say yes.” Then, as an afterthought when he turns to breathe, he says, “I was also drunk too, you know.”

Lance remembers tugging on Keith’s arm, asking over and over again to just do it because they both know they’re in this for forever. And then pointing to a chapel-like building that was advertising a two minute, low cost wedding. It only took a few seconds for Keith to agree.

He probably would have broken down crying if Keith said no.

Regaining some latent energy, Keith rolls over and blindly gropes for his comm device on the bedside table. “Hold on, I’m gonna message Acxa.”

“Nooo, don’t do that.” Lance tries to launch himself at the comm device but misses by a mile. His hands make grabby motions in the air. “She’s gonna tell Veronica and Ezor and Zethrid and then everyone’s gonna know and--”

“Oh look, she’s already responded,” Keith says. His arms are stretched way above him as he types out another message back to her. “Acxa says congrats but it’s not legal; just a sham for tourists.”

Lance has all but decided to succumb to his embarrassment at this point. The effort of trying to grab the comm ignites pain behind Lance’s temple. Dropping his head onto Keith’s chest, he murmurs, “Thank god.” He only has so much energy to pick himself back up when Keith taps him on the head.

“Is it really that terrible being married to me?” Keith asks with a raised eyebrow though Lance can see the subtle curl of his lips.

Rolling back over to his own side, Lance closes his eyes to block out the bright lights. “I just want it to be normal. I want to propose, I want a nice wedding with all my family there. I--”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

Lance covers his face with his hands. “Stooop.”

“Also, who ever said you’re going to be the one to propose? Challenge accepted.”

Lance peeks at him through his hands. “You’re the worst. I want a divorce.”

“Gotta legally marry me first.” Keith grins.

Lance whacks him with a pillow.

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years ago

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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 7

Word Count: 6,572

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, ANgst, Pregnancy stuff

Notes: So here we go again. We’re getting close to the end of this one. When last we were with these two, (Y/N) had found the divorce papers but after a heart to heart they were able to work it out. With news of Jacob’s father being sick, these two grew closer. Will these two finally be able to admit their feelings? Let’s find out. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

What Happens In Vegas…Doesn’t Always Stay There Masterlist

February fourteenth, you hated that date for as long as you could remember. When you were younger, of course, you handed out little Valentine cards with candy to all your friends and your entire class, the teachers making sure that every child got the same number of cards so no one’s feelings would be hurt. Then when you moved on to high school it was a different story. The student council sponsored a carnation sale, where for a minimal cost you could send out a flower to your valentine or friends. It became a competition to see who could get more flowers, something you were never into, for you hated seeing a few girls and guys only get a couple versus others getting piles of flowers. You didn’t hate it enough to protest the event, for you still sent out carnations to your friends and some of the guys you liked or possibly were dating at the time, but you still felt awful when at the end of the day you had dozens of flowers and someone in the class they were distributed out in, only had a couple. You found yourself quickly ripping off the tag and giving one or two to someone else, claiming they got mixed up. As you got older, you saw the whole Hallmark moment of it all. Where guys felt like they had to get you the perfect gift or dinner reservation when all you really wanted was a nice night of cuddling on the couch. The more you thought about it, the overrated holiday really didn’t appeal to you. Why did someone need a special day to tell you they loved you. If they really loved you, wouldn’t they tell you every day? You were telling Jacob these exact words the night before he left for a short road trip which would have him gone over the holiday.

Jacob was stressing about what to get you when you dropped the bomb about not really caring for Valentine’s Day. It was kind of a relief. The last time he had a girlfriend and a road trip that fell on the holiday, he was chewed out for not doing something more special than sending a bouquet of roses. He wasn’t sure what his ex had wanted, other than a diamond engagement ring, which he was not willing to buy right then, but it certainly wasn’t the flowers. Strange how things had almost come full circle, in that now the only thing he wanted to give you for Valentine’s day, was the ring he had put on your finger way back in September. When you had given it back to him the next morning, he just couldn’t bring himself to return it to the jewelers. It wasn’t like he needed the money, though returning it would’ve been the smart decision. There was just something about waking up that morning and seeing it on your finger. Almost as if he knew then, that he even though one drunken night had brought you together; the two of you were meant to last a lifetime.

He'd taken the ring back to Vancouver and stowed it away, only recently putting it in the envelope with your divorce papers. He hadn’t wanted you to find it and surely there was no reason to go through those same papers now that there wouldn’t be a divorce. The only problem now was when to give it back to you. The two of you hadn’t yet made your marriage official to anyone, not even your parents. It was only a matter of time before that happened and when it did Jacob wanted you to wear that ring again. He was toying with the idea of giving it to you as your ‘big’ Valentine’s Day gift once he got home but until then, he had a box of Venus Et Fleur’s delivered on the special day.

“Jacob, these are too much,” you told him over facetime. “You didn’t have to get me anything at all.”

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to.”

“They’re very beautiful, thank you.” You blew him a kiss over the phone. “It makes the homemade card I gave you look pathetic.”

“Are you kidding? I loved it. I plan on cashing in on these coupons in here as well.” You’d given him fun little romantic notes that he could use anytime as a fun gift assuming that the two of you wouldn’t be going all out for the holiday. “Like this one here.” He held up the voucher that said good for one free make-out session anytime. “Wish I could cash that one in right now.”

“Well, if you were here, I’d tell you to keep the coupon for a rainy day and make out with you anyhow.”

“Mmm, you don’t play fair wife.” He suggestively wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh. “I should change the subject before I have to leave to watch films or I’ll end up being late.” The comment just made you giggle more, for phone sex was nothing new with your libido in high gear from the baby. “What time is your appointment again?”

“Three o’clock.” Your ultrasound had gotten moved to a week later due to a scheduling conflict at the doctor’s office, and now Jacob wouldn’t be able to be there. At the twenty-one-week mark, you were now going to be able to find out the baby’s sex. “Don’t worry, I won’t even ask if banana is a boy or a girl.”

“I’m not worried you’ll ask. I’m more afraid if it’s a boy you’ll just be able to see banana’s banana. You know like father like son.” He smirked while you busted out laughing. Oh, Jacob was well-endowed that’s for sure, but his ego didn’t need to know that.

“I’ll avert my eyes in that direction.”

“Good, I have to get going but I’ll call you after the game to see how you made out. Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N).”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jacob.” You left shortly after the call making sure you were at the doctor’s office with plenty of time to spare. As luck would have it, the baby did co-operate and the doctor was able to tell the sex but she sealed it in an envelope for you and Jacob to open at a later time or give it to someone for your gender reveal party if you decided to do one. She told you that the baby looked healthy and that your pregnancy was progressing well, which you knew would put Jacob at ease.

You were just getting ready to leave the office when you got a text message from your friend Nate. He was in town with Thunder from Down Under doing a few shows and was hoping you could meet up as he needed your help. Since you didn’t have plans and were already out, you headed over to the café close to the hotel he was staying at. The outfit you were wearing didn’t hide your pregnancy well and since you hadn’t announced it on social media, you were pretty sure Nate was going to be surprised when he saw you.

“Well, look at you. Who knocked you?” His thick Australian accent, made you chuckle or maybe it was the bluntness of his words, though you knew he meant them in a teasing manner.

“Oh, you’ll never believe it.” He gave you a hug, then held out a chair for you to sit down.

“Tell me it wasn’t Eddie or I’ll have to beat the bloody piss out of ‘em.”

“Relax, it wasn’t Eddie, though it did happen in Vegas.” You proceeded to give him the quick version of what had gone on with you and Jacob, though you left out the getting married part. “…and that’s how I ended up here in Vancouver.”

A low whistle left Nate’s lips at the end of your story. “Well, makes my news a little anticlimactic.”

You grabbed his hand. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Here I am going on and on, and you were the one who needed advice.”

Nate took his free hand and covered yours, giving you an easy smile that always seemed to grace his face. “It’s fine, (Y/N). Believe me, I needed an explanation when you walked in with this little bubs.” His hand then went to rub your belly where the baby was.

“Well, I’m all ears now, so tell me what’s going on?”

“I decided to ask Piper to marry me.”

You immediately got up and embraced him. “That’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you two.” The hug was a little longer than you intended, but then you were excited for one of your friends. What a complete change that was considering only five months ago you were the one belittling the sanctity of marriage to your best friend, Kennedy. Now that you were married to Jacob, it was a different story. “Well, I don’t see how you need my help.”

“Oh, well when I saw you were in Vancouver, I knew you were the perfect person to ask about how I should propose. It’s practically your job setting up these commercial-like proposals.” He wasn’t wrong, you’d done a few commercials for big name jewelers doing just this thing. “But first let me show you the ring.” He pulled it out of his pocket, the diamond glistening in the light.

“Oh Nate, it’s beautiful.”

“Do me a favor and try it on. I need to see how it’s going to look. It was my grandmother’s and all I can picture it, is on Nana’s hand.” You slipped it on and had to admit it looked even better on your finger than it did in the box.

“Gorgeous,” you told him, dancing your fingers in front of him.

“It does look good, I have to admit. Hope she’ll like.”

“She’ll love it, Nate.” You glanced at the ring one last time, remembering the one you wore briefly from Jacob. Part of you wondered now that two of you had decided to stay married if you’d get a ring like that again. It seemed silly since you really wouldn’t be engaged. You shook yourself out of your musings, then went to slip the ring off, only it wouldn’t come. “Oh god, it’s stuck.” A panicked looked crossed your face. “It’s this damn pregnancy weight, somedays I just swell up like a balloon.” You tried again.

“Relax, I know a trick, just need some dental floss. There’s some in my room.” He threw down a few dollars for a tip and the two of you headed off to the hotel. Where you were able to get the ring off in no time. The problem was, you didn’t realize someone was watching the whole exchange.

***

When Jacob spoke to you that night, you never mentioned the meeting with Nate, as it seemed inconsequential, especially when all the two of you could talk about was the sex of the baby. Two days later, Jacob was on the plane back from San Jose thinking about how only five months ago the two of you had talked about hooking up during this road trip. Now he was on his way home to you. Things had definitely changed for the better in his mind, and he couldn’t wait to get home. He’d made the decision that he was going to give you back the engagement ring, then he could tell the world that you were truly his. Well, he had to say those three little words to you first, but he had it all planned out, doing it while he was down on one knee this time proposing to you properly.

Jacob was lost in thoughts, as the plane soared above the clouds. So much so that he didn’t notice Bo sit down next to him. “Marky, we need to talk.”

There was a serious look on Bo’s face, which Jacob attributed to the loss the team had just endured. “I know that last one Pavs got in is on me man…” Jacob said taking full responsibility for letting the game-winning goal in.

“No, it’s not, but that’s not what I want to talk about.” Jacob looked at him curiously urging him to continue. “Look one of the younger guys got this yesterday, but they were too afraid to bring it up to you.” Bo pulled out his phone, pulling up pictures that apparently one of Jacob’s teammates had sent him. “It’s not pretty, but I think you need to remember this might not be the whole story.” Jacob took the phone from him and stared at the screen. He blinked a few times when he saw you sitting at a table, some random man holding your hand.

“What is this?” The next one showed you embracing the man, and then he was caressing your bump. The longer Jacob looked the more his blood boiled. He flipped through the last couple of pictures of what looked to be a proposal and then you and this mystery man heading into a hotel. Jacob wanted to throw up and he’d never been airsick a day in his life. He swiped to the right, going through the pictures once again.

“Look there’s got to be an explanation for this. Maybe it’s some sort of ad campaign (Y/N)’s working on.”

Jacob just nodded his head, his eyes locked on the screen. That had to be it. There was no way that you would do something like this. You were carrying his child for god’s sake. He zoomed in then, making the man’s face bigger. It was a face he recognized, though he wasn’t sure why, and then it hit him. It was that guy, the stripper from Australia. The one he knew you’d slept with. He remembered your friend Jade letting it slip that day in the pool. But why were you meeting him and why did it look like you were accepting a marriage proposal from him? “I need a drink.”

“Good thing we just landed.” Jacob didn’t even register the plane landing. “I’ll text Holly and tell her we’re going out for a drink. Look, no one knows about this but the guy who showed me and we’ll keep it like that until we figure everything out.” Bo patted Jacob on the back, then took his phone out the Marky’s hand.

“Send me those.” Jacob’s voice didn’t even sound like his as the words came out so monotone and dispassionate. He felt numb. “Can you have Holly let (Y/N) know? I can’t even message her right now.”

Bo frowned, not liking that Jacob was disconnecting from you but not voicing his displeasure either. He knew that Jacob needed time to absorb what he just saw. “Yeah, I’ll have her text her.”

One shot turned into the two, and then two turned into more. Each shot brought a little more clarity though. There had to be an explanation for why you were with the Australian meathead. Bo was right, it was probably an ad campaign you were working on, though why you were working on it with that guy was beyond Jacob. He knew that even though you hadn’t said the words, that you loved him. He could see it in your eyes when you looked at him and feel it in your touch. Just because neither of you had said the words out loud didn’t mean that you didn’t love one another.

It was just too bad this knowledge didn’t stop Jacob from drinking. Bo couldn’t abandon his friend but wasn’t able to stop him from getting sloppy drunk. He eventually hauled him out of the bar, but Jacob plead with him to not be taken home to (Y/N) like this. Bo agreed as long as Jacob text you, however, Jacob’s fingers didn’t want to work and though he typed out an incoherent message; he forgot to hit send.

You paced the house after waking up at two in the morning and not finding Jacob lying next to you. This wasn’t like him, or maybe it was; after all, you had met when the two of you were both heavily drinking. This just wasn’t the Jacob you knew now. Your Jacob texted or called even when he was running late from the rink; he didn’t stay out all night doing god’s knows what or who. As much as you didn’t want to think about it, your mind went there. What if Jacob was with someone else? Your body was changing rapidly, and maybe he just wasn’t into you like he had been at first. He could be with some skinny little toothpick right now, instead of you who was pregnant with his child. You tried to shake those thoughts, as well as the ones that had him lying helpless in a hospital because of an accident or something, as minutes turned into hours. You dozed here and there on the sofa, never fully falling asleep as worry set in.

Jacob turned the knob of the front door as quietly as he could, hoping he wouldn’t wake you. He already knew that you were going to be pissed after staying out all night; not that he still wasn’t upset after seeing those photos. Being as stealthy as he could, he made his way through the house, only to stop short when he saw you wide awake in the living room. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re alive. I suppose I can finally go to sleep now that you’re home.”

You heard Jacob whisper a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I should’ve called.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.”

“I only planned on going out for a drink but then it turned into a few more and well…” Jacob felt like an ass for making you worry. He may not know what happened with you and the Australian stripper, but the last thing he wanted to do was have you concerned for his well-being. He knew that he shouldn’t be putting overdue stress on you or the baby.

“I’ve been on the receiving end of your drinking,” you rubbed your rounded belly, knowing he’d get your meaning.

“It wasn’t like that. I swear!” He made a move closer to you, as you got off the couch to head back to the spare bedroom. There was no way you were going to sleep in your shared bed right now. You needed some time and space. “I just needed a breather from everything. Like this is all a bit much.”

“You don’t think I need one as well?” You’d love to go out to the bar and have a few drinks, but that wasn’t even an option. He raked his hand through his hair, as he tried to take yet another step closer. He reeked of alcohol. “I’m stuck in the house, in a place where I barely know anyone and to top it all off, I’m pregnant.” You were shouting now, but you really didn’t care. “You don’t think I’d like to step away from it all for a minute?”

“You go out with the girls to games and brunch. It’s not like it’s all bad.” Jacob protested even though that’s not what he meant by everything being too much, but he could clearly see that this was bothering you.

You closed your eyes and counted to three before opening them back up. “Yes, yes, I do and I’m grateful for that, but it’s not the same as having my friends around or just picking up going out for the night, and forgetting that you have any obligations.” He could’ve at least called, that’s all you wanted.

He threw his hands up in the air. “I said I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”

“Nothing Jacob, you don’t need to say anything at all.” You walked around the couch in order to head up to the bedroom. “It’s fine that I didn’t know where you were or what you were doing all night or who you were with.”

“Is that what this is about? You think I was off fucking someone else?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore.” You turned then to see that he was right behind you, barely even an inch separating the space between you, so you took a step back.

“That’s great (Y/N). I see we’ve developed a real amount of trust here.” Jacob went to say more but you cut him off.

“Well maybe if you would’ve fucking called or text, my brain wouldn’t go into overdrive.” You blew out a breath trying to remain calm, for it wasn’t good for the baby to have you getting all worked up.

“You’re right. I should’ve called and I’m sorry I didn’t.”

That’s really all you wanted to hear. Well, that and maybe the fact that he wasn’t screwing around on you while you were five and half months pregnant. “Thank you,” you whispered quietly, then added. “It’s just hard to trust you when you’re gone for so many days and then you leave like that when you are home.”

“It’s hard for you to trust me?” There was an indignant tone to his voice and you could tell instantly you didn’t like where this was headed. “What about me trusting you? Yes, I’m gone sometimes several days for work and you’re here or supposed to be here, but then I see a picture of you with that fucking stripper.”

“Who Nate?”

“Yeah, Nate, Mr. Thunder from Down Under.” Jacob started to pace around the living room, throwing his hand wildly in the air. “You’re out with him and you never say a word to me. I know you two had a thing.”

“That was years ago.”

“Was it? Or are you two just scamming me?” His face was flaming red, kind of like when he stops six or seven shots all in thirty seconds, but he wasn’t the only one upset at the moment. The thought had crossed Jacob’s mind when he remembered Jade saying you’d been to the strip show the night before. What if you’d been with that guy, this Nate character, before hooking up with him? What if you were just passing this baby off to get his money?

“Scamming you? What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means I don’t even know if that’s my baby.” The words were out of Jacob’s mouth before he even realized he’d said them.

You gasped. It was loud and you could feel this pounding in your ears as your blood pressure rose. Tears pooled in your eyes, as they threatened to run over, but you held them at bay. Another deep breath was all you could take, feeling the baby kick you in the ribs, like Jacob had just kicked you in the gut with his words. You calmly walked out of the living room and into the office. Jacob hot on your heels. “I didn’t mean that.” He blurted out. “What are you doing?”

Going over to his desk, you opened the drawer that held the file you wanted. You grabbed the envelopes out of it. “Sign them.” He looked at you and then at the papers; your divorce papers he never filed and the document you’d had drawn up relieving him of his rights and duties as father of your child. A third envelope sat there, that simply read Baby Markstrom on it. Inside it contained the sex of the baby growing inside you. Jacob’s child, not Nate’s or anyone else’s for that matter.

“I didn’t…”

“Sign them.” You all but spat the two words out at him. When he didn’t make a move, you picked up a pen and shoved it at his chest. “I said, sign the fucking papers.”

Jacob swore in Swedish, at least you assumed he swore because you didn’t know many words in his native tongue yet. “I’m not signing them, (Y/N).”

“Fine, don’t.” You slammed the pen back down on the desk, then walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here.” You grabbed your purse and phone then headed towards the door, turning back around to leave him with these final words. “For your information, Nate was here working, and no I did not go see him strip. I did have lunch with him, where he asked me to help him with ideas to propose to his girlfriend. Her name’s Piper by the way in case you don’t believe me. She’s all over Nate’s Instagram.” A stricken look crossed Jacob's face and you could tell immediately that he regretted saying what he did to you, though that mattered little now. “You have twenty-four hours to change your mind about the papers.”

“I’m not going to change it.” He went to reach for you but this time you were quicker than he was.

“Then you’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” With that, you slammed the door to the house.

***

Once you got in the car, you started to drive with no destination in mind. Snow was falling, just like the tears running down your face, and you found yourself being thankful for Jacob making you get the SUV when you moved here instead of the sportscar you were driving in LA; though how you could be grateful for that man at the moment you didn’t know. Right now, you hated him. You hated the words he said, and you hated the thoughts he had about you and the baby. Most of all you hated that you didn’t hate him at all.

You turned onto another street, still driving aimlessly. You had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. You were truly all alone in this city. All of your friends were Jacob’s and while he’d said that they were now your family, the truth was they were his; you were still the outsider. Using hands-free calling you dialed up the one person you knew you could always count on. “(Y/N)?”

“Kennedy,” you choked out somehow through tears.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“It’s over Kenny…it’s over.” You sniffled trying to stave off the tears but they kept on flowing.

“Wait, (Y/N), are you driving?” Kennedy’s mom voice totally took over. “I need you to pull over as soon as it’s safe. You shouldn’t be driving my nephew or niece around when you’re like this.” Kennedy was right, of course. The roads were slick and it just kept snowing harder and harder. You took the next exit and pulled into the nearest parking lot. “(Y/N) are you still there.”

She knew you were; she could hear you sobbing, but still, you answered. “Yeah.”

“Take a breath and tell me what happened.” You did just as she suggested. When you didn’t answer, Kennedy started making assumptions. “Did he cheat on you? Because I swear hockey player or not, I’ll have Ryan beat the shit out of him.”

“No…” you took another deep breath trying to compose yourself. “It’s worse.”

“Worse than cheating? The fucker, I’ll throat punch him myself.” God love Kennedy for not having a clue as to what happened but coming to your defense. The thought of her trying to hit Jacob made you chuckle, considering she was just a petite thing and Jacob was all of six foot six without shoes. She must have heard the change in your voice, for she continued to prompt you. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“He thinks…he thinks I’m scamming him, Kenny.”

“Huh?”

Another deep inhale. “He thinks I’m trying to pass someone else’s baby off as his.”

“He what?!?!” she screamed into the phone. “Why in the hell…”

“I don’t know, Kenny. I just don’t know.” A fresh set of tears started rolling down your face. “He was out drinking all night and just came home.”

“It’s seven o’clock in the morning!”

“I know, trust me I was pissed. He never called or texted. Nothing. Just walked in through the door, then we argued. That’s when he said he thought I was scamming him and that he didn’t even know if the baby was his.”

“Well, who the fuck does he think it is? You’re not the virgin Mary.”

A dry laugh escaped your lips. “Far from it. For some reason, he thinks it’s Nate’s.”

“Nate as in stripper guy, who’s been dating someone that’s not you for the last…I don’t know, two years or so.”

“Exactly!”

“That’s just ludicrous.”

The more Kennedy agreed with you, the more indignant you became. “It just hurts that he would think that I’m that type of person. It’s like he doesn’t know me at all.”

“Well, obviously he doesn’t or he wouldn’t be making such an asinine statement. What did you say to him?”

“Nothing. I walked into the office, pulled out the divorce papers and the parental release statement, and told him to sign them.”

“Wait back up a minute. I thought you were divorced.”

Shit! You forgot that not even your best friend knew that you were still married. “So…uh…yeah…Jacob never signed the divorce papers. I only found them a few weeks ago, but that’s beside the point. We kind of decided to stay married, but now…” you started to sob again. “Now, I don’t know what to do.”

“Ok…it’s ok (Y/N),” Kennedy said in a soothing voice trying to get you to calm back down. “We can’t solve anything when you’re this upset.”

It was true. There was no way you were going to get through this if you burst into tears every five minutes. “I…I don’t want to do this alone.”

“You’re not doing anything alone, (Y/N). I’m right here with you.”

“Oh Kenny, I didn’t want this at all…” You cried a bit harder now but were still able to get the words out this time. “Not the marriage, not the baby, not any of it.” Of course, Kennedy knew all this for you’d said it numerous times. “But now it’s all I want. I love him, Kennedy. I fucking love him and he…” You were back to sobbing as you’d finally admitted those three little words that had been threatening to spill out for weeks now.

“Oh, (Y/N).” You heard Kennedy sniffle and took some comfort in knowing that you weren’t crying alone this time. “I know you love him, babe, and I know this sucks. We’re going to figure this out.” God, you hoped she was right because right now you felt like your life was over. “First thing you’re going to do is calm down, again.” You kept trying to take deeper breaths but the baby wasn’t letting you for some reason or maybe it was your broken heart, for at the moment there were two inside you that were breaking; both yours and the baby’s. “Come on, (Y/N) you can do this.” When you continued to cry, Kennedy decided to take a different tactic. “(Y/FullN), you’re going to stop this right now. It’s not good for you or that child you’re carrying. I know your hurting, but you’re not doing anyone any good carrying on like this.”

That made you stop for a second. You knew your blood pressure was up from the exchange with Jacob and now it was probably even higher from all the crying you’d been doing. This wasn’t good for the baby and if there was anything that was more important than you or Jacob, it was your child. Slowly, you felt yourself calming down.

“That’s it, just keep taking deep breaths.”

“Jesus, Kenny you sounded like my mom right there.”

“Well, I had to get through to you somehow.” You supposed when faced with her options you would’ve done the same thing. “Now, knowing you, you haven’t slept all night. So what you’re going to do, is go to a hotel, take a hot shower, crawl in bed, and sleep. I mean it (Y/N). Both you and the baby need that as well.”

Your stomach chose that moment to growl. “And maybe get some food.”

“That too. Once you’ve rested, give me a call and we’ll go from there.”

“Ok,” you mumbled back through the phone. It wasn’t much of a plan, but at least it was something.

“(Y/N), you’re going to be ok. You know that right?”

“Yeah.” It was a weak answer but it was all you could muster at the moment.

“And you know, you can always come back home. Ryan and I will help you every step of the way. We have two spare rooms that have yours and my niece or nephews name on it. Just say the word.”

Her offer was the sweetest thing you’d ever heard, though you had no intention of taking her up on it. “You may regret saying that.”

“Never. Call me when you get to the hotel.”

“I will.”

“And (Y/N),” she said right before you went to hang up. “He’s a fool if he lets you go.”

“I know, Kenny. Thanks.”

“Anytime. Love your guts.” It was something you always told each other as kids and still said to this day. It was the first thing that made you smile, in over ten hours.

“Love your guts more.”

“Well, technically I love yours more because you’re carrying my nephew or niece.” Only Kennedy could turn it around like that. “Call me when you get to the room.” With that, she hung up and you headed to the hotel, to just as Kennedy ordered.

***

Jacob sat down heavily in his chair at the desk. It was a seat he didn’t often use, even less once you had overtaken the office. The room smelled just like you. Of your sweet perfume, that was solely you and not some expensive department store bottle fragrance. He closed his eyes just for a second and imagined you both working in this room. A small little figure sitting on the floor between your desk playing with their toys. But when he opened his eyes neither you nor the baby was there. He was alone, and it hurt.

Taking the envelope that held your divorce papers, in his hand, he lifted the flap and let the rings fall to the desk. There it was. The sparkling engagement ring he’d wanted to give back so many times over the last few weeks. The same one he planned slipping back on your finger last night when he got home. That was until Bo showed him those pictures. Now it sat on top of the band that he wore for only a brief moment in time, but wanted to wear for the rest of his life.

He should’ve known better. You would never scam anyone, that wasn’t the kind of person you were, and he knew that. He really did, but that little bit of jealousy had taken root in him and just grew more and more, like an infection left untreated. He just wasn’t sure now if there was a way to heal it. You’d been mad when you found the unsigned divorce papers, but not like today. Today, you were irate, and rightly so. Jacob had fucked up big time and he couldn’t see a way out.

He looked at the other envelope, the one that contained his parental rights. The document was iron-clad tight. He had his lawyer look at it, even though he never planned on signing it. If he ever put pen to paper, his lawyer assured him that he would have no legal claim to your child. He wouldn’t have to pay you child support and his name would never even appear on the birth certificate. The thought made him sick, for he knew the baby you were carrying was his. There had never been a shadow of a doubt in his mind until those pictures surfaced and even then, he knew deep down your little banana was his.

God, he’d made a mess of things; had from the start really. He might have been inebriated when the two of you got married, but he clearly remembered that he was the one that suggested it. And he was the one that should’ve been responsible enough to put a condom on, but he hadn’t. He’d put you both in this situation, and he needed to be the one to get you out of it. Which meant he needed to sign the papers in front of him, even if every fiber of his being didn’t want him to. He owed you that at least that. It would kill him, but maybe you could find some happiness, just you and his baby. Fuck, it hurt though.

Jacob closed his eyes and took a deep breath, in order to prepare him for what he was about to do. When he opened them, the envelope marked ‘Baby Markstrom’ stared back at him. If he was going to give his baby up, he had to know what kind of void would be missing for the rest of his life. Would it be a little boy, one that he could teach how to skate and stop pucks just like he did? Or would it be a sweet little girl, with a smile like her mom’s, one that would wrap around his heart, if he saw it, and never let go?

His hands shook as he tore at the flap. Slowly, he unfolded the paper, scared of what its contents said. The top had both your names on it, you marked as the mother and Jacob listed as the father. His breath caught a little at just seeing both of your names listed on an official document like this. The date that the sonogram was done on was next as well as who had performed it. About midway, it read, ‘Based on sonogram imaging performed on the date above, I certify to the best of my knowledge that baby Markstrom is a….’ Jacob’s eyes focused in on the writing as he saw the word girl written in pink.

A girl.

He was having a baby girl. She would be all pink ribbons and pigtails, and she would look like her mom, with her cherry bowed lips. She would be all hearts and rainbows and carry a little teddy bear wherever she went. He had no doubt she would grow up to break boys’ hearts, but who would protect hers. Would you eventually find some man that would not only love her but Jacob’s daughter as well? Would that man glare at every teenage boy that dared to come knocking on the door to take her out? Would he be the one to walk her down the aisle when the time came and not Jacob?

A lump formed in Jacob’s throat and he found it hard to swallow. A myriad of images passed through his head. All of them of his unborn daughter living a life without him. She was happy in each one, but would she be happier if Jacob was there? He didn’t know the answer to that question, but he knew that her mother would be, and it crushed him. He didn’t want to do it, but he still found himself picking up the pen and getting ready to sign the papers that would no longer make him a husband or a father. His entire body was shaking as he moved the pen and started to sign his name.

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sweetestofchaos · 3 years ago

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Okay…so I have this idea for a BTS!Hybrid story that won’t leave me alone. With the guys being in Vegas and living their best lives I thought about them interacting with regular people who have no idea who they are.

It starts with them all waiting in line to get ice cream. There is a little girl in front of them who has black ears on top of her head and a long spotted tail. Jimin catches her staring at them which makes him smile at her and she is so happy. The little hybrid plays peek-a-boo with Jimin and Taehyung joins in. The babysitter is totally oblivious to it all as she talks on her phone, but when she hears the girl giggling, she checks to see what is going on and quickly stops the little girl.

They see the same little hybrid again when they are watching the water fountain show, but she is no longer with the babysitter and she looks upset. The guy she is with looks shady and Taehyung convinces the others that something is wrong. Events happen and they save the little girl from being kidnapped.

Taehyung, Jimin and Seokjin stay with the little girl the whole time while the police are getting involved and they find out that the little girl’s father sold her in Vegas. The ‘babysitter’ was just around to make sure the sale went smoothly. (There’s more to it, but I don’t wanna spoil it all)

From there it would be a series of events of Taehyung trying to get custody of the girl and becoming her legal guardian.

Can you imagine them all going back to South Korea with her? Everyone teaching her Korean. Namjoon taking her for bike rides and making sure her ears aren’t squished by her helmet. Seokjin baking cookies and cracking hella dad jokes. Jimin dancing with her and let her burrow into his hoodie pockets. Hobi spoiling her with gifts and braiding her hair. Jungkook being the best uncle always giving her sweets and letting her chill on his shoulders. Yoongi having his favorite cuddle partner and letting her take naps in his studio. Taehyung just being head over heels in love with her, dressing her up in cute little matching outfits and showing her the word.

I’m thinking she would be a rare hybrid around the age of four or five, a Quoll.

#soc talks #bts hybrid fic #soc story ideas #just something to think about #it will probably change the more I think it through #exqueuses me

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thesmokingguns · 3 years ago

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Tous Les Jours

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Requested: “Hii💖 can i request a fic where their s/o is in a band like baby metal and at first their like “how cute girls dancing to metal” but then they see how heavy it is and how much control they have over the crowd” I don’t know who requested this but I hope you like this. It was super fun to write!

“Salut, Salut, Salut! We are Les Petites Souris from Paris, France! Comment ça va, Los Angeles?” The crowd roared to life at the opening act. Dressed in feathers, bedazzled corsets, and fishnets it looked like Vegas showgirls and very out of place for the opening act to a rock and roll show. “This is our song Tous Les Jours!” Nikki looked up, confused from the bar where he was currently being bumped into by people trying to rush closer to the stage. Tommy and Vince both looked absolutely out of their minds excited besides him.

He had been promised to see the hottest band in LA at the moment and a huge competitor but what looked like three hot French Burlesque dancers were on stage. WHen the music started his eyes furrowed together. Heavy bass lines and drum beats mixed with great guitar riffs, and then they were singing. The lead singer was pretty blonde with long legs that she was using to do the Can-Can with her backup singers. BUt her voice was angelic. Nikki watched the three girls in their synchronized dance moves. The high energy of the girls were like a mix of pop stars on MTV and strippers. The way that they danced to their music, that was way heavier than he could imagine for them. He stood in almost shock as they performed, well TBone pretty much went nuts beside him.

They sang a few songs before the crowd started to get wild and try to surge forward. It was like a fight club as people pawed at the stage. Nikki felt like he was watching Beatles Mania happen. The lead singer finished her song, giving the crowd a look over that made them fall silent. Tommy elbowed him, in awe of the stage presence from the petite singer.

“Que faites-vous, mes amis?” she tsked at them and Nikki felt his eyes glued to her as she walked a few steps towards the crowd. The way her hand went to her hip and she looked out at them like she was scolding children, “This show is for everyone but we will not sing if you keep acting like this, d’accord?” though they didn’t know what she was saying they all agreed with her anyway. The way she smiled at the audience had them all cheering as she walked over and started dancing again.

Nikki loved watching the way the three girls bounced around the stage like they were just having a lot of fun. It didn't feel like they were acting but it also felt like a full performance. It was a gimmick but they could actually perform and all of them had great voices that sounded right over the heavy music. By the time that the show was ending he understood why the guys had wanted to come to see the band so badly. He was surprised at the end of the show when he was thinking about how he didn’t want it to end. He enjoyed watching the girls dance to the heavy music, their bright smiles, costumes bouncing at their silly moves, and the way they drew the crowd into them.

At the last song it got so loud he could see his whisky shake in the glass. The crowd was absolutely losing their minds for them. The girls all clasped hands bowing to them and giving them all waves as flowers, bras, and even what looked like a pair of boxers all made it up onto stage. The singer once more stepped forward waving at the crowd and trying to get them to quiet down so she could talk.

“Merci, mes amies. Once again we are Les Petites Souris. We are selling some merchandise in the back of the club. Hannah, wave your hands so they can see you, mon amour.” Nikki turned to see the girl waving her hand. “We also will be playing at The Roxy tomorrow night. You can find me at the bar before the set and buy me a few drinks, oui?” she smiled as there were catcalls and whistles from the crowd, “Merci, mes amies. Until tomorrow, bonne soiree.`` She departed the stage and it took a few minutes for people to realize they were done and not coming out for an encore.

It was crazy how the crowd was already leaving when they hadn't even been the main band for the night. Vince and Tommy were already finishing their drinks which the bassist knew meant they were going to try to head backstage to meet the new chick band on the club scene.

When they made it backstage they had no problem finding the dressing room since they had all played here before. T-Bone wanted to just walk in but they managed to restrain him as Nikki knocked. The door opened and there was the blonde, looking him up and down.

“Do I know you?” She asked and he smirked that her accent had been real and not just part of the show. Her eyes rolled away from him to the two men that were with them. He could hear someone say something to her in French and she responded lazily with a Hand wave.

“I’m Nikki Sixx, this is Vince and Tommy. We saw you play tonight and just wanted to invite you out.” Her eyebrow rose and she turned to look in the room of girls relaying the messages. Two heads poked it looking at the men and they were all chattering over each other in what seemed like a game of pick your date. Nikki felt the heavy blue eyes on him of the blonde.

“So you come to our dressing room after our show without flowers, without champagne, without anything about our show and you and tes sales amis want to take us out tonight? Tut-Tut, Monsieur Sixx.” She walked away from the door replaced with another blonde who was making eyes at Tommy.

“Do not pay Charlotte any mind. Come back in an hour, yes? We will be ready then.” She shut the door leaving the boys all standing around. Nikki told the boys he’d be back in a little bit leaving the club, feeling like he had a challenge ahead of him.

The hour passed and when then girls came out they were changed from their stage costumes to more casual jeans and leather jackets. Nikki handed Charlotte a bouquet of roses watching the way her eyes danced in amusement.

“Great show.” He said, a smile blooming over his face. He watched the way she cracked the flowers bringing them close and inhaling the sweet scent.

“Merci, Monsieur Sixx.” Her hand went to her forearm lacing their arms together as they headed out and into the waiting limo that the band had.

That night turned into six months later and the pair had been pretty much inseparable. Nikki would take out the French singer as often as possible. She basically lived at his house, throwing parties and laughing loudly with all his friends. The way she managed to get everyone to befriend her with almost the trance-like control she held on stage never stopped impressing him.

The cult-like following of the band had them headline large arenas where seats were packed to watch the cute girls dance to the metal songs. Everyone seemed to forget they could perform with a full range or dance moves and musical talent until they were seeing it live. The way the girls were in cotton candy pastel burlesque outfits contrasted to the heavy metal playing in the background.

Nikki had seen them dozens of times, loving to support his girl, and still he would be sucked into their performance. The cute dance moves, the heavy music, and the sexy outfits all seem to add to the band. He loved watching them can-can to the heavy baselines and the elegance they brought to the music. Just like he was hooked on seeing them he was hooked on their lead singer.

Nikki had known after the first night when she pulled cognac from her purse to splash liberally in their coffee after dinner that she was the girl for him. She made them all feel like they were in the presence of something great and lifted them all up to feel great as well. He loved that when he was having jamming sessions to figure out new songs she’d pick up her guitar helping him come up with the melodies to his music. Or how she’d sing his lyrics and he could finish a song after she had hummed out a few lines. The chemistry they had was something he had dreamed of.

He knew he loved her and he planned to keep her around so that he could continue to love her. Tous les jours.

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