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preciadosbass · 22 days

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24/8/24 [3x DIYS — key + significant photos at end]

woke up at 9 and got out of bed as soon as i could. i then looked at boris on the camera i have set up in the kitchen [picture at end] and got dressed into something warm as it was raining outside. i put on my silent hill outfit [[im wearing this so much recently omg]: silent hill shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, knee high converse, two spiked cuffs [one with longer spikes and without a third row], mcr bracelet, panic! at the disco bracelet, sleeping with sirens bracelet, diy can tab bracelet, and a diy beaded bracelet. along with my kellin quinn necklace, a taxidermy scorpion necklace, a taxidermy raccoon tail and a silver studded belt across the right side of my hip/thigh.]

once i was ready, i put on eyeliner and packed my bag [e.g, put my charger and things back inside] and left for breakfast with the family at 9:40. i actually got dressed quite quickly considering the usual time for me, how much energy i burned yesterday, and how much my eyes just did not want to open. i didn’t get time to straighten my hair, but it would’ve been pointless if i did due to the weather. i had something small to eat because my cousins were going on about it and i knew that we were going swimming soon, but immediately felt even worse about it than what i usually would because my younger sister barely ate anything. so i stayed quiet and just procrastinated on the thought that im greedy and whatnot. i wish food and eating wasn’t such a problem/trigger for me, but i tried my best to enjoy breakfast because i was with my cousins [etc.]

after everyone had finished breakfast and had started leaving for their rooms, one of my cousins [D] mentioned going to the fair with his girlfriend and her son [L & W] and asked if anyone wanted to come. i couldn’t decide whether to go or journal at first, but i ended up tagging along. we got to our first ride [this big swing]. we got to the front of the queue [there was only around three people there already] and when we got to the front, L and W were shouted at that they can’t come on because of their shoes. they were both wearing flip flops/sandals, i know that W does because he dosent like socks. anyway, they went back to their room because if they weren’t allowed on that, they wouldn’t be allowed on anything else. me, my sister and D went on the swing together. there isn’t much to say about it, it’s just a large motorised swing, but it’s pretty fun.

afterwards we were obviously soaked as the seats had small puddles on, and we were in the air while it was raining. but we for some reason decided to go on another ride XD - i’m not too sure how to explain the ride we went on next, but here’s how the resort’s website explains it: “eclipse, the first of its kind in the UK! intrepid riders are seated back-to-back while two arms intertwine for a thrilling, gravity-driven experience. aee your legs dangle below as you’re lifted into the air.” so yeah. it was actually really fun and quite relaxing. i mean, none of the rides there are thrill seeker rides, so you cant expect them to not be quite tame, but i didn’t assume that it’d be calming. the guy controlling the ride didn’t park us right so he reset the ride and we went round again. by the time he did park it right, we were even more wet and cold, but it was funny because all of us were.

after that, my parents + aunt/uncle found us and my sister and D went over to an umbrella ride. i didn’t want to get any more wet as i was uncomfortable so me and my dad went back to our room. once we were back, i sat on my bed and journaled three paragraphs [the ones above, lol]. i wasn’t in there for long until we left for swimming at 11:35. we walked over to the other side of the resort to the swimming pool. it was still raining and i was concious a few of my diy pins might be peeling/messing up so i met with my grandad/his fiancé and stood underneath shelter. everyone else stayed in the soggy queue for some reason, i think they were scared of losing their space. but we were fine as we just planned to join the rest of the family when they got inside the reception.

it took around 20 minutes before we could get inside and start changing. i got undressed from my day clothes and into my swimming costume, and then put a shirt and shorts over it. i’m glad that i didn’t forget to take them because otherwise i would’ve been stuffed. i was really nervous to go into the pool knowing nobody else would be in shorts & a tshirt and i wouldn’t be able to see anything, but going out there and meeting up with my cousins helped me to distract myself. but it was still annoying not being able to see, my eyesight is so bad. the first place we swam in the splash park was the indoor rapids. i didn’t expect the current to be so strong so i got swept away and it was really funny.

afterwards we went to the outdoor rapids. i assumed it wouldn’t be open due to the rain as it’s been closed a couple of times in the past because of that, but it was open. the queue moved surprisingly quickly [luckily, because they don’t have any kind of access queue thingy at this particular resort.] and we got onto the slide. it immediately goes outside and every few 20 meters there’s a small drop that kind of sucks you under. whenever we go to this kind of resort, we try and go to this one just because of this particular rapid ride. when i was a kid i used to go on it over and over again for hours. when we came off, we were all shivering and begging to be warm so we jumped in the adult pool.

all of my cousins, their girlfriends, and my sister were playing tag together. i was somehow dragged into it, but i kept getting tagged as i couldn’t see anyone around me whatsoever. everyone eventually realised why i wasn’t playing so i hopped onto my cousins [RY] back and became his ‘decoy.’ when he spotted someone in our family to tag, i would reach out my hand and do it for him while he was already walking off so he had a head start. we stayed in there for a while until me, two of my cousins [R & RY], their partners [E & H], and my dad went back round to the indoor river rapids. what we did is quite self explanatory from what the activity itself is, but after a while my mum joined us. i was so, so cold and tired so my parents decided for my dad to take me out etc.

me and my dad went to our locker, got our clothes out, and claimed two changing rooms. once family room, and i got a single changing room for myself. i loaded all of my things into my room and my dad continued taking out all of his/the rest of my immediate family’s clothing. he got to the bottom of the locker and noticed that we have not towels so he went back into the pool to try and find my mum to ask her about it. i stayed outside the changing rooms so nobody accidentally walked in thinking they were free and then my mum appeared out of nowhere. while waiting, i noticed that my changing room had a big hole in the door where the lock had come off, so i put my stuff into my family’s room until i found another single nearby.

however when my mum came over to me, she was asking where my dad is. i said that he’d gone looking for her. she didn’t say much, handed me a towel [she realised neither of us knew where they were once we’d already left to change, so she came looking for us.], and i looked for another room to change in. i found one almost opposite the family room and put all my stuff inside. i finished changing at 1:25. i tried to be really quick as my mum mentioned an arts and crafts thing starting at 1:30.

me and both of my parents headed to the arts & crafts activity and was greeted by a member of the crew. infront of her was a table with wood drink coaster thingys. one being a square, a star, a heart, and a circle. my mum booked four spaces for our immidiate family, but my sister stayed at the pool with my cousins so it was just the three of us. i picked out a star, my dad picked out a square, and then i was able to pick up another two squares because we had two more slots and my mum wanted to go back and check on my sister as she’d probably be changing by this time. i’ve noticed in the recent years, not many people actually do the arts and crafts here anymore. which is good for me, so i can do what i need to do in a quieter environment, but i just wonder why.

me and my dad got ourself a table and quickly realised what we were supposed to do when we saw the unusually textured clay infront of us. we both just assumed that we were supposed to use it and create a design on the wood, and we were right. my dad wanted to make his for my sister but couldn’t decide what to do, so i recommended him making a gaming console or something. he settled on that and i started moulding a bat with the clay. i used black clay to cover the star and make the backround, then i stuck the bat on. [photo at end]

afterwards, i made covered another star in black clay and made a line of dark blue clay to turn into a spiral. lastly, i yet again covered another coaster with black clay and made the ‘frank iero logo’ with white clay over the top. it isn’t perfect, but if you know what the symbol looks like — you can tell what it is. well i’d hope so, anyway. [photo at end] i was the last to finish up, so me and my dad were stuck inside the arts and crafts room with two members of staff. once they could see that i was done, they asked what it was that id made and it was so awkward lmaoo

my mum left almost straight away to go into the room and have a coffee, so when we arrived back at our chalet [2:17] i showed her what i’d made. by this time, my sister must’ve been dropped off at the room by one of my cousins, so my dad gifted her the coaster he made. i journaled in me and my sister’s room for the most part, until my parents left to play darts and i was left alone with her. i attempted to have a nap but my sister was trying to wind me up by playing everything full volume/tapping on whatever she could/making noises. she finally stopped after ages of us arguing and i had a 15 minute nap. once i woke up, i checked my phone to see that the tv at darts were playing mcr. so i obviously packed my bags and went over to the sporty building.

when i arrived, they were playing all american rejects. they played some great music, here’s the little list: blink 182, alien ant farm, papa roach, limp bizkit, and a few others i didn’t recognise, but they sounded good. [photo at end] my dad also said that while i was in the room, green day was playing. i had a few odd goes of darts as my family were doing around the board and didn’t really care about what order things were going in. i had a few hit and misses but i did get the bit closest to the target so yay!! i started getting super tired again, so i went back to the room.

while in the room, i once again went to have a nap, but ended up setting out where the bits of paper [etc] were going to be stuck in my upcoming collage. i knew i didn’t have enough bits to stick on to cover the entire page, but i set it out anyways as i’m not going to be posting the finished product until friday when we leave the resort so i dont have to give out my location. i’ll pop it on the weekly recap at the end of the week anyway as i’ll be on the way home/home by then. so hopefully i’ll collect some more things in the meantime. after doing that, i realised that i need my hair straightened so i unpacked my hair stuff. but when i felt my hair, i could tell it was still wet from swimming.

i asked my cousin’s girlfriends if any one of them had a hairdryer while i was at darts and i had an idea that this would happen, but none of them did. so i called up my aunt and asked if she did. thankfully, she’d taken some along with her so i went over to her room [of which she shares with D, L and W] and blow dried + straightened my hair. it ended up looking just as puffy as it did beforehand — at 5:40, we [my immediate family and me] made our way to dinner.

after having a few chips i took out my collage journal, glue, scissors, stamps [etc] to start gluing on everything. i did most of the page, but i didn’t and still currently don’t [31th] have anything to fill the bottom of the page. i don’t know when i went back to the room, but i put on my skates at 6:40 and went over to my cousin’s rooms. [RY’s room, shared with H [[his girlfriend]], R [[enother one of my cousins]] and E [[his girlfriend.]] however D [[cousin]] L [[his girlfriend]] and W [[the girlfriends son]] was there when i arrived.] i just hung around on RY’s bed and watched as he briefly drew on his ipad. everyone else was drinking and finding everything funny so it was entertaining to just be there. at 7:20ish all of us left to go to another show.

the show in question being the masked singer. ive never been a fan of the actual tv show, but i came along anyways because it’s really weird to watch. and sometimes the costumes are quite cool. i’ve seen it a few times now, so my parents weren’t too keen on going again - but everyone else wanted to. we met with my dad at a bridge and walked to the venue together. we lined up for what felt like forever, but it wasn’t actually too long in reality. while we queued, i asked my dad band related questions to pass the time. i asked what his favourite band of mine [his favourite band that i listen to] is, and he said mcr. when we got into the venue, i sat with my grandad and his fiancé, plus my parents. i had some rum and coke [the end of the drink is so weird], and waited for the show to start.

before the show started, a guy went around with a camera and filmed the crowd as everyone waves and whatever else. when he came round to our table [and the other half of our family’s seats] i held up my phone to the big screen and waved at the camera as it came past. i fortunately got a video of us all on the big screen. the show itself was around an hour long. i’ll just explain the costumes, as the concept of the show is too much to explain here, but it’ll come up if you search about it. costume #1 was a ‘rockstar’ candy cane [the person under it actually had a really good voice], ‘spacepug’, otter [my favourite, the costume was adorable], rubbish [trash bin/can, whatever you americans call it /lh], and bushbaby.

once the show was over, we all [apart from my parents, grandad and his fiancé] went back to the cousin’s rooms. i went into the room with RY, H, R, D, E, L, W, and my sister. my sister was taking 0.5x photos of people for ages and it was so, so funny. during this, i got somewhat dr¥nk as E kept on giving me drinks lol - at 10:20, we stopped being jackasses and went round to the most ‘simple’ venue for a silent disco. i’ve always loved silent discos, when i used to be allowed [that sounds like i’ve done something godawful and got banned help] abroad i had a really cool one in mexico. me and my intimate family decided to go back to our chalet as my sister was falling asleep and the DJ’s were shutting off the headphone channels, or whatever you want to call them.

we got back to the chalet at an unknown time [i didn’t document from now] and i can imagine i journaled, had a 10 minute nap while my sister got to sleep, spent a decent amount of time asking my parents questions about boris, and went to sleep at around 1:30.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, questions about boris/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he's okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i'm hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

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sgm616 · 4 months

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Yelena’s Baby

[Not my photo]

Yelena x female reader (platonic)

*Teen pregnancy*

A/n -> I have a learning disability so if my stories don't make sense or the spelling is wrong that is why.

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Sara was torturing/teaching Natalia. Just as Sara is about to show Natalia a new method of torture, the door to the room opens. A woman standing outside with her arms crossed.

"Your uncle wishes to see you"

Sara dropped what she was doing. Bowing her head before speaking to the woman. "Yes, Madam B." She unties Natalia. "You are dismissed now, we will continue this another time." With that, she follows her mentor.

Dreykov's Office

Sara walks up to her uncle's office. On Dreykov's camera, he sees her and unlocks his door. "Come in" she walks in. "Madam B said you wish to speak to me?"

"Yes, come have a seat, my dear niece." She sits down. He pauses for a shot and slides it towards her. "Drink." He throws a folder on her lap. "It appears one of my widows has been impregnated by one of my guards."

"So you want me to torture and kill both of them?" A slap echoed throughout the office. "If you let me finish what I was going to say you would know." He mutters "Stupid girl."

Sara bowing head and placing her hand on her heart. "Forgive me, uncle."

"As I was saying one of my widows is with child. Your mission is to stay with her watch her make sure she's taken care of. Read her file it will have all the information on her." She picks up the file her uncle tossed on the table. She starts reading it out loud

"Yelena Belova. Age 16. Date of birth redacted. Mother unknown. Father unknown- this doesn't give me anything important about her except her age and name!"

"Does it look like I care? You're one of my best spies! figure it out yourself." He takes another shot of vodka and then wakes his hand. "You're dismissed."

With that, she leaves her uncle's office.

As she was heading to her chambers she saw Madam B walking past her. The older woman stops in her tracks. "What do you want my niece?" She spoke softly. Both widows were facing the directions they were going but stood next to each other. "I need information about a girl named Yelena Belova."

"Your uncle told me not to give you any personal information about the girl but I can tell you this...go to mission files and go to the year 1992 there you can find more about this girl."

After a few minutes of searching for the files, she was able to find what she was looking for. Once she was done reading her next journey was to find the woman who raised her for 3 years. Milena Vostokoff.

Sara's and Yelena's Chambers

Sara was patiently waiting for Yelena. The door opens it God drags her Yelena shoves it so to the floor. Sara immediately runs over to the young girl helping her up.

Anger was running through her. She wanted to yell at the soldier but remained calm. To calm. "What is your name soldier?" He doesn't respond. "Fine if you don't tell me, I'll just tell my uncle, your master, that you mistreated our guest. And I know he gave you strict orders to bring her here unharmed. Oh look here, she has scrapes on her hands and knees. Judging by how would you push her she's going to have some swelling and nasty bruises on her knees. Now tell me boy, who would you want to get punished? Me or my uncle?"

The soldier knew he would be killed by Dreykov in the worst way possible if Sara told on him. He rather have Dreykov's niece give him the consequences hoping just maybe that she can spare him from a painful death.

"Boris ma'am my name is Boris."

"Well, Boris today is your lucky day I won't tell my uncle of what you did nor will I torture you are dismissed."

"Yes ma'am thank you ma'am" As he is leaving the room a gunshot is heard as well as a dead body falling to the ground

Sara noticed Yelena was looking a bit pale. The smell of blood must have triggered her morning sickness. "Sorry about that I'll have someone clean this up." She leads Yelena into a different room in hopes she feels better.

They sit across from each other. For the past two hours, they were sitting in silence. Sara breaks the awareness."So how far along are you?'

"Ah... about 12 weeks. I think." Sara nods unsure of what to say. That's when she thought of something. "Have you seen the doctors yet?"

"No-why am I here? And who are you? Why are you so concerned about me and this thing that's growing inside of me?" Not realizing how harsh she was towards Sara. Sara knew Yelena would never have snapped at one of her speakers. It must be the hormones. She read some articles about the early stages of pregnancy.

"My name is Sara. You might have heard about Dreykov's niece from the older girls. Thats me. To be honest, I'm not his neise. But that story is for another day. My mission here is to take care of you and to make sure that the fetus inside of you is strong and healthy. Dreykov's orders. You're lucky, usually my uncle has me execute them."

HOURS LATER...

"Diner is ready."

They walk towards the table. on the table is a full set of different foods. Sara noticed Yelena's confusion about what was on the table. "What is it? Is there something wrong with the food?

Does any of the food I made for you make you nauseous?"

"Huh? no-its just..."

Sara understood what Yelena was getting at. "Not the usual food we eat."

"Yeah. Why?"

Sara eats a small portion of her food before speaking. "Well, General Dreykov has ordered me to make you real fresh food. food that is pregnancy safe of course. You my dear need the right nutrients for that fetus to grow health." She points to Yelena's stomach. "Plus a spider told me you love Mac&cheese."

First Appointment

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Sara knew who was behind the door. she tells Yelena to turn around and put her hands on the wall. Sara does the same thing. she yells to the other person to come in.

"I'll set up by the couches. Once I'm done you may leave your current positions." Said the doctor.

A few minutes later...

"Name."

Sara thought that this was unnecessary. The doctor should have known the whole story about this girl. "Is this necessary?" The doctor ignores Sara. "Name." She asked in an agitating tone.

Sara could tell that Yelena was nervous but kept it in. "Yelena Belova."

The doctor rights Yelena's name on the medical papers. "Age" Same tone in her voice.

"16 ma'am." This time she looks directly at the teen. "When was your last mission?"

"2 weeks ago. Why?"

"Have you recently been exposed to anything that could be toxic?"

"No. not that I'm aware of." Yelena was showing a bit her nervousness now. You can slightly tell by her voice but can be easily seen in her eyes.

"When you were on your mission were there any areas where malaria, tuberculosis, Zika virus, monkeypox, or other infectious diseases were going around?"

The teen thinks about it for a second before speaking. "No."

"Now it's time for your Physical exam.”

"Physical exam? What's that? I thought-"

The doctor interrupts Yelena. "It's to find out how much weight you need to gain for a healthy pregnancy, I will measure your weight and height and calculate your body mass index. I will also do a breast exam and a pelvic exam."

An Hour Later...

"Now that the physical exam is done, I will be doing your blood test." Yelena jumps up from her medical exam chair. "Blood test? Why do I need a blood test? I thought you were only here to check on the fetus?" Sara grabs ahold of Yelena's hand. Trying to calm the girl down.

"it's to check your blood type. This includes your Rh status. Rh factor is an inherited trait that refers to a protein found on the surface of red blood cells. Your pregnancy might need special care if you're Rh negative and your baby's father is Rh positive.

"is that it?" Said Sara.

"And to measure her hemoglobin. Hemoglobin is an iron-rich protein found in red blood cells that allows the cells to carry oxygen from your lungs to other parts of your body. Hemoglobin also carries carbon dioxide from other parts of your body to your lungs so that it can be exhaled. Low hemoglobin or a low level of red blood cells is a sign of anemia. Anemia can make you feel very tired, and it may affect your pregnancy. The blood tests will also detect infections such as hepatitis B, syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and HIV, the virus that causes AIDS. After your blood sample, we will need a urine sample.

"WHAT!!"

Night time

"It says you might notice changes in your body early in your pregnancy. Your-umm breasts might be tender and swollen. Nausea with or without vomiting is also common. Huh? I'm guessing that's what morning sickness is."

"Why is it called morning sickness? I'm nauseated all day long."

"Nauseated?" She chuckles at that word. "It's the actual word. Only stupid people use that word. Don't believe me look it up."

Sara put up her hands. Surrendering to the girl. "Okay"

Months Later...

Yelena just finished making herself a fruit salad with hot sauce on top when she feels a strange sensation in her stomach. She drops her bowl, which causes it to shatter. "Sara!"

Sara was reading a mission file when she heard a crashing sound and then Yelena yelling her name. "Are you okay?! Is it the baby?!" Yelena doesn't speak. She just looks down at her stomach. "Yelena! Fucking hell! What's going on? Do I need to call the-" Yelena grabs Sara's hand and places it on the side of her stomach. Both spy and assassin feel something kicking where their hands are placed.

That's when it clicked inside her head.

It was the baby. The baby was kicking for the first time. Normally a baby would kick after 12 weeks but for some reason, this kid waited till they were 26 weeks (6 months). "Doc...tor. Is that...was-" another kick happened. "She's kicking." This was the first time Yelena called her child something that wasn't or alien thing. "Wow! She's a fighter alright. Just like her mother."

9 Months

"Sara."

"wha-what's wrong"

She said tiredly. She noticed was bent over one hand on her back and the other on her stomach. "Is it the baby?"

She nods her head. "this can't be happening." Tears were falling on her face "I don't want my baby to be born here. I don't want them to live this life." Groaning in pain as she expresses her feelings.

Sara dislocates her thumb. She walks over to her. "It can't be a boy. Please let it be a girl. Please." Yelena said to herself or maybe god. Whoever she was talking to she was just hoping someone would listen to her prayers.

She grabs her friend's hand. "Promise me that no matter what the sex is, this child and you will escape."

"What?!" She squeezes Sara's hand "Promise me!" She then quietly says. "Please." Sara looks into her eyes. She knows it was risky but if there was a slim chance that she and the baby could escape then that meant the child wouldn't have to live the life both women had faced for their whole life. "I promise. I will protect this child till my very last breath."

9 hours later of labor for Yelena.

"I can't do this Sara! I-I just can't it hurts too much." She quietly said the last part. "Don't let them hear you say that, my uncle is watching us," Sara whispers into Yelena's ear. "You got this Lena. You are strong and brave enough to do this. You hear me YOU ARE STRONG. Take my hand. Squeeze my hand as hard as you can."

Yelena grabs ahold of Sara's hand.

"That's it. Take a deep breath."

Yelena takes a couple of deep breaths.

"As soon as the doctor tells you to push, I want you to push as hard as you can. Your baby will be here soon. I promise."

"Please let be a girl Sara! I need it to be a girl!" Sara kisses the top of Yelena's head before whispering into her ear. "No matter what they are I swear on my life that I'll protect them." Sara wipes away the sweat and tears off Yelena's face.

"Я вижу его голову!" The doctor yells

(I can see its head!)

"PUSH YELENA! PUSH!"

Yelena gives it all she's got. after a couple of minutes of Yelena screaming a new little scream came out.

The baby starts screaming for its mother.

The nurse cuts the cord and walks it over to a table to clean it off. Sara lets go of Yelena's hand. Walking over to the baby. "Что это такое?"(What is it.) She asked with a serious tone.

The nurse looks at a one-view window. Dreykov spoke through a one-on-one com. He gives the Widow nurse the approval. "Девушка"

(A Girl)

"W-What is it? Sara? Someone please tell me!" Sara looks towards her and nods her head. Yelena understood that she had a little girl. She relaxed a bit a smile crept on her face. Her child will live.

But then reality hits. Her smile soon turned into a frown. If Sara doesn't escape with her daughter then there is no hope for her day. "Can I hold her? Please." The nurse ignores the new mother. She hands the crying baby over to Sara.

"Оставайтесь здесь и не двигайтесь, если это не связано с безопасностью ребенка." (Stay here and don't move unless it involves with the child safety.)

As soon as the nurse and doctor leave Sara speaks up. "She's beautiful Lena." She lifts the baby so Yelena can see her face. Tears welled up and slowly flowed down. Sara was right. She was beautiful. "Nadya" she quietly said but just enough for Sarah to hear.

Suddenly the alarm was blaring through the whole building. Someone was trying to escape. Both women knew this was their chance to escape. "Go."Sara somehow pushes through her commands and leaves the room but before she leaves she brings Nadya to Yelena.

Yelena Kisses her newborn daughter a kiss on the forehead and quietly says "Мама тебя очень любит. Прощай моя любовь. Увидимся скоро." (Mama loves you so much. Goodbye my love. I'll see you soon.)

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A/n -> I am not a medical professional and the information I used was from Google and the websites it recommended.

Also today is my birthday!! 🥳 20 years old baby!!! 🎂

#marvel #red room #yelena black widow #yelena belova #yelena x reader #yelena belova x female reader #white widow #General Dreykov #dreykov #madame b #natalia romanova #teen pregnancy #pregnancy #pregnant

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quack42069 · 3 years

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I'm sorry - Jschlatt

Inspired by "I'm sorry Boris" by Wilbur Soot

UNEDITED !!!!

TW!

Schlatt sighed as he threw the week old pieces of sushi in the trash, he ran a hand through his hair as he checked his phone anxiously once again. You'd be here soon, and before he went spiraling down even more than he was, he knew he had to clean a bit. His apartment was messy, the living room had empty pizza boxes and was litered in chip bags and who knows day old pop. His room had clothes everywhere and a bed that had been unmade for nearly two weeks. His gaming room had empty water bottles and cereal boxes scattered on the floor or on his desk. He was a mess to say the least.

His mental health had been detariating for days now. Hell, even weeks. His mind constantly telling him how he didn't deserve anything he had, how he would be better if he cut off everyone. So he did. For weeks now he had been ignoring Mizkif, Connor and now he only had you left. Everyone else told him that he could go to them if he needed. That they'd take him back with open arms and that they were sorry for anything he's going through but that they were there. You of course took noticed at your boyfriends empty eyes and smile. How he became less and less productive. Only ever getting out of bed when you would let him know you were going over. You tried getting him out and about. Offering walks, hanging out with friends and anything else you think would cheer him up, and slowly he began saying no, that he was too 'busy' editing or too busy doing something else. So when he called you and asked you to come over after a week or so of not seeing him you immediately let him know you were on your way, telling him you'd text him when you were outside.

A part of him was telling himself to not do it. It's not what he wanted, he didn't want to leave you. He wanted you to be there with him in his little bubble and he never wanted to let you go. Unfortunately, the thought of letting you go and grow was much more powerful. He wanted you to be happy. He wanted to see you grow, even if that meant without him. So this was the day he would do that. The day he would let you go. He finished cleaning quickly, opting to just throw everything in a trash bag and hoping he doesn't throw anything of importance away.

Just as his phone dinged with the discord notification from you he finished shoving the two big trash bags under his sink too throwout whenever he had the motivation too. Knowing it would be a while he sprayed febreze and hoped for the best, quickly walking to his door he opened it seeing you. You looked up at him with a shocked expression -that being quite honest he knew he wouldn't have caught if he wasn't making sure he remembered every little part of this time you two had left together- your face changed quickly to a small smile and soft eyes. He opened the door a bit wider offering you to walk in. You stepped inside and walked towards his couch and sat. He sat next to you, wiping his palms on his basketball shorts.

"I uh- I need to talk you." He sighed. You nodded looking at him, letting him continue. Your eyes blinked away from his, knowing what was going to happen, your throat began to get tight as his voice quivered slightly. "I don't think we should be together. I'm not good for you anymore. I think you should find someone better. Someone who can be one hundred percent for you all of the time." You shook your head, wiping away a tear as you turned your whole body towards him.

"Don't do this J." You begged reaching to grab his hands. He let you as he continued. "These past years have been great with you. I truly couldn't have asked for anyone better to spend the past, what? decade, with. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember and my partner for almost three years now. I do love you Y/n. I hope you know I'm doing this for you." You watched him as he removed his hands from you, looking up to meet your eyes. You wanted to fight him. Tell him he couldn't do this but you knew you would only push him away more.

"I'm always here for you J. Please call me when you're out of this rut. I love you." He gave you a fake soft smile as you both walked to the front door. His heart sunk as he closed the door once you left. He paced the hallway, turning around he caught a glance of himself in his mirror that sat right by his coat rack. His eye bags dark and sunken, cheeks thinner, and hair messy. He glanced at the photo at the corner of the mirror, seeing a picture of you and him. Him giving you a kiss on the cheek as you smiled in his hoodie and his Yankee's hat. Grabbing the photo softly, his thumb went over you. Missing you more and more already. He walked back to his front door. His fist placed against the door as his knees gave out, making him slide down the door, gripping the picture. "I'm sorry Y/n." He whispered.

If only you were there with him. Little did he know you were, your back against the door as well as the gloomy New York sky became dark and cloudy. If someone could see both sides of the door, they'd feel sad looking at the two lovers wishing the other would come back, not knowing their other half was just one wood piece away.

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🎃The Monster Mash🎃

A/N | After @lem-20 I wish you would write a fics where... ask yesterday I had to do a little Halloween fics for one of my favourite couples! My head isn’t in the game for my other fics atm, so this was refreshing writing about them. It only took a couple of hours too! Enjoy 😘

Summary | Halloween with Adam & Ellie. 😈

I’m only tagging A&E readers, so just let me know if you want to be tagged in future fics of theirs. 😘

Find previous Series - Adam & Ellie, Together and Alone - HERE under Adam & Ellie.

Word count | 2.7k Sorry I got carried away!

WARNINGS | ⚠️ 18+ Only! Fluff & NSFW.

Disclaimer | The Thomas cake photo is a friends cake. (whom I asked permission to use in this fic.)

Pairings | Adam x Ellie.

Song inspiration |

A lot can happen in four years...

"Can witches wear red lipstick?" Delilah watches her mum apply the finishing touches to her Bride of Frankenstein costume. She looks at her daughter's reflection in the vanity mirror and pretends to think for second "OK....but only for tonight!" she winks at her.

Delilah's face lights up.

"Arhhhhh, Mummy save me Dracula wants to suck my blood!" Charlie bursts through his parents bedroom door "You have no where to hide! I can hear the blood pumping through your veins!" She hears Adam call out as he climbs the stairs. "Quick hide in the box he won't look in there!" Ellie rushes the kids into the storage box and hides in the wardrobe herself.

Through the crack of the wardrobe doors Ellie watches him wander into the bedroom "You think you can hide, but I can smell you!" Charlie giggles giving their hiding spot away. Adam looks toward where his six and four year old are hiding.

"Hmm... now where could they be?!" he's standing in front of the storage box at the end of the bed, he bends down to lift the lid, but it flies off, revealing Charlie and Delilah, but before he has time to capture his young victims Delilah sprays him with Ellie's deodorant - Ellie hadn't seen her grab that!

They jump out of the box and Charlie lands on Adam's foot, making him collapse to the floor in pain as the two of them run. Spotting her chance to make a run for it too Ellie reveals her own hiding spot, but as she makes her way out of the bedroom Adam captures her. "Arrrhhhhh!" she screams.

"Mum!" Charlie calls as he spots her in Adam arms "RUN! Save yourselves!" she calls out to them, the both of them race down the stairs. "Hmm...now what am I going to do with you?" he says in a playful tone. "Only good things, I hope!?" she giggles, "Sorry my love, but the only things I have in mind for you are naughty things!"

"Well, mister they will have to wait until later we have a witch and a little devil that are excited about trick or treating!" his lips brush against the crook of her neck, "You look absolutely stunning by the way!" he peppers kisses along her pulse line "And you...look absolutely frightful!"

They hear foot step hammer up the stairs again "En guard!!" Delilah swings the broom stick and cracks Adam in the leg "Ouch!!!!" his arms drop from her waist. Charlie burst into the bedroom with the mop "We came to save our Mum!" Charlie shoves the still damp mop towards Adam face, "OK, thanks for saving me! Now let's put the broom and mop away, Dracula can't take you trick or treating if you swept and mopped him up!"

They're on their thirteenth house...

"Thanks for letting Benny tag along! It's his first Halloween with us." Tom watches Benny, Delilah and Charlie knock with Adam and Justin. "How is he settling in?" Ellie looks towards him, he sighs, "I think if it wasn't for Justin he would have asked to go back in care by now!" he tries to hide the sadness in his eyes. "Hey! None of that! I'm sure he likes you just as much!" Ellie rubs his arm apologetically.

"Ellie, he has so much more in common with Justin than he does with me!" she knew fostering would be hard for all of them, but she thought Tom would take to it like duck to water. "Tom! You might not be in to footie or computer games, but I'm sure there is something you both like!" he huffs "If there is I can't think of anything! I think I need to just admit it..I wasn't cut out to be a foster dad!"

Ellie grabs him by the shoulders "NO! You stop that right now Thomas!!!" she hisses "This is a big thing for you and that little lad! Whatever you are feeling...he's feeling it too! That's what makes you a perfect foster parent, the boys is only five and has gone through so much already. He needs someone that won't quit when things get hard and I know you aren't a quitter! My two are smitten with their Uncle Tom..."

He cuts her off "But Ell's being an Uncle is different!" he lets out a breath "It might be, but surely there is something you could do together! What about baking? All kids love cake!" she nudges him "OK, I'll give that a try!" he smiles "So your two are smitten with their Uncle Tom huh?" he teases her.

"Well, duh! They can wrap you around their little fingers!" she winks, "Rubbish! I'm no push over!" he tries to protest. "That's why Uncle Tom spent eighty pound in Smiggle last week! Then lied about there being a sale on...I saw the receipt!" she teases him. "I...fine! I'm a push over!" he laughs as the kids come charging over.

"Mummy, when are we going to Nana's party? I'm cold!" Delilah looks up at her, "Shall we do another door, then make our way over?" the three of them nod and race to the final door. Adam and Justin go to follow after them, but Ellie pulls them both back "I think Tom's got this one!" she winks at him before he strides after the little monsters.

Later at Nana Mel's and Grampy Neil's house...

The kids are playing pin the face on the pumpkin with Grampy Neil. "Ell's you said I'm a pushover, but have you seen Neil?" she looks over Neil is on all fours with a blindfolded Charlie on his back crawling towards the faceless pumpkin. "You were right, you know!" she looks back towards Tom narrowing her eyes, "He said he likes to bake and he wants to make chocolate chip cookies using some of the chocolate he got tonight!"

"See! Just relax...it will come!" she smiles softly at him. "Tom! Did you see that? Did you? I got the face on!" Benny comes bouncing over "Oh wow! That's awesome! Well done! High five!" Tom hold out his flat palm toward Benny who high fives him back. "Hey Benny, I bet Tom couldn't do as well as you!" Ellie winks at Tom. "Why don't you try?!" Benny pulls Tom towards the game.

Adam takes up the seat next to his wife, handing her a glass of purple punch. She takes a sip "Whoa! This can strip paint! What's in it?!" he chuckles "Nan's secret concoction!" he grins at her. "She need to tell people not to breath near a candle after drinking that!" he howls "Come on beautiful, it's not that bad!"

"I'll be tipsy after a sip, drunk after half a glass and on the floor unconscious if I finished this!" his arm drapes over her shoulder "Maybe just have another sip, then...Nana and Grampy have offered to have the kids for the night..." the pads of his fingers draw circles against her shoulder. She rests her hand on top of his thigh "which means what exactly?" she raises a brow toward him.

"Well, my love, I was thinking we could do the monster mash!" she snorts with laughter. "Well, I hope you have practiced the routine!" He shook his head with a laugh, "Oh I have it down to a T, don't worry about that! Beautiful!"

"Have what down to a T? I love this cape dress, Ellie!" Nina nudges the couple as she sits down next to them "Thanks...Oh...erm...the monster mash! Your son here says he's a pro at it!" Ellie teases him. "Oh, give us a show then Adam!" Nina nods towards the middle of the room "Nah! I don't want to show anyone up!"

"Rubbish! You can teach them the moves! You can teach ya dad!" Ellie tries to hide her smirk "Yeah, go on Adam! Show your dad the moves!" he gives her a look that warns her she's going to pay for that later, she bites her lip. Nina isn't letting him get out of it "Fine! But I've had a few so don't blame me if they aren't right!"

He gets up from the sofa "Whoooop!" Ellie calls out "Alexa, play monster mash!" Adam commands Alexa. The music begins and the kids get up "I know this one!" Benny starts dancing and Adam begins to copy him. "Ali! Get up there!" Nina calls over to him, he clearly has had a few of Elaine purple punch as he sways to the middle of the room to join in.

A minute or so into the song...

Leaning against the wall, watching the four of them Ellie taunts him "Nice hip work babe!" Ellie winks at him making him grin as he shook his head at her. Elaine gets up and joins in "MUM, be careful! You might throw out a hip!" Elaine scrunches her face up "I know I'm old, but I'm still school with the kids!" Nina facepalms "It's cool not school! You say that but when you went to school you rode a dinosaur there!"

"You cheeky cow!" Elaine playfully hisses at her. "Grandma? Where did you park your dinosaur?" Charlie innocently asks Elaine. Ellie gaze catches Adams "Charlie, Nana Nina was only joking sweetie!" Ellie smiles at him. The song finally finishes Adam makes his way over to her, "Well your lucky Benny save your butt there!"

He leans against the wall, trapping her, he looks over his shoulder checking no one is within earshot before turning back towards her, he leans in until his lips brush against the shell of her ear "Oh beautiful, believe me it's yours that you want to worry about!" her breathing hitched at his words.

"Mummy? Nana told me to come and give you and daddy a kiss Goodnight." They turn toward their son who is rubbing his eyes slowly followed by their sleepy daughter. "Goodnight sweetheart and we'll see you tomorrow! Make sure you're on ya best behavior for Nana and Grampy!" Adam hugs and kisses them both.

"Nighty night monkeys!" Ellie wraps them in her arms, kissing the top of their heads. Mel ushers them up to bed and Neil turns down the music, turning back to his wife "how much longer do you think we need to stay for? I can't wait to get you home!" He talks only loud enough for her to hear.

"Well, I am rather tired myself so maybe we should make a move? The fresh air might wake me up!" She winks. "Let's go!" They say their goodbyes and get a cab home. His hand rests on her knee "What's up with Tom?" She looked at him questioning "Ell's, we've been together...eight years now..I know when you two are having a heart to heart!"

She still can't believe he stole her heart all them years ago, it only felt like yesterday. "He's worried that he has nothing in common with Benny." His thumb strokes her inner thigh making every nerve ending stand on end. "He'll find something..Benny has only been with them what...six - seven months?"

"I know, he thinks if it wasn't for Justin Benny would have asked to go back into care." Adam shook his head, "But he's brilliant with him... and even ours." She smiles "he'll get there, I know he will." He pulls her towards him and kisses the top of her head "of course he will! He has Justin, you and me to remind him how brilliant he's doing!"

The cab pulls up outside their house, Adam settles the fair "It seems so quiet now hard to believe only a few hours ago the street was full with trick or treaters!" She says into the silent, cold night air as Adam is pulling out his keys, "Let's see if we can make some noise!" He winks at her.

They step inside and she bolts up the stairs giggling with Adam chasing after her as he final caught up with her, he wraps his arms around her. "Why did you run, beautiful?" she turns to face him "I thought you vampires like the thrill of the chase!" she winks. He walks her until she's pinned against the wall behind her "Hmm..." his lips claim hers as they tug at each others clothes.

They're both down to their underwear.....he spins her round still trapped between him and the concrete in front of her, her breast pressed against it and his hand works between her legs. She moans and starts to grind the curves of her arse against his hard shaft "Ellie! Keep doing that and I'll bend you over that bed" she giggles "Is that a promise?" she asks.

He answers her question by moving them into the bedroom pushing her towards the bed, laying her hand flat against it, he pulls down her underwear, runs his length over her throbbing centre before he pushes into her deep, his hands grasp her hips. He draws all the way out just leaving in the tip before he thrust his hips forward into her again, "Ohh!" she moans.

She clenches around him, his pace speeds up and she begins to move her hips to match his. He groans, "Ellie! Fuck! Keep doing that!" she continues her movements, which pushes him deeper with each thrust. He pushes her barriers, he's hitting the walls of her cervix.

He leans over as he keeps moving, his hands come between her legs and works against her clit "Oh god!" she moans, he loves having her like this. "Adam...!" he flips her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress.

He starts peppering kisses along her pulse line.

The pads of his fingers' snakes up between her thighs to find her apex again, he moves so he's positioned between her legs. Removing her bra he begins to kiss between the valley of her breasts', down over her belly button. She bites her lip to stop her moans escaping, he pushes her legs open and buries his face between them.

His tongue parts her petals "Ohh..." she whimpers as his tongue thrust into her, his hand grips her hips. His beard tickles her most sensitive areas, she clutches his hair "Adam...we'll wake the neighbours!" she says with a panting breath. He laps at her centre and works against her clit "Good, because I don't want you to be quiet!" he hums against her.

He speeds up his pace, her toes curl as she grips the sheets "Ohh....Adam! Yesss!" she moans a loud as she hits her high. His lips crash against hers, he lines himself up against her entrance before he plunges into her until his hips meet hers. He swallows her moans, she runs her hands down his chest, making him giggle "Ah, ah, ah!" he grasps both her wrists and pins them above her head.

He thrusts into her again making her arch off the bed, she pulls his lips to her "Ellie, I'm going to come...." she smirks against his lips "Good!" he fucks her harder she has her own climax building.

He thrust harder, deeper she cries out "YES!!!! Ohhh!" he moans make him fall over the edge "Ellie! Fuck!" he jerks.

He claims her lips, she turns the kiss more passionate and they go for round 2.

The next morning...

She stirs turning to his side of the bed which is empty, she can hear him downstairs "Adam?" she calls out to him "I'll be up in a second...don't you dare leave that bed!" he calls up. A couple of minutes later he walks in with a tray "What's this?" she asks as he sits down on the bed next to her, passing the tray. "Breakfast in bed! Something we haven't been able to do in a while!"

"Aww, thanks! This is so sweet!" she kisses his cheek, he turns to check his phone. "I thought you'd need some energy..for what I have planned once you've finished!" he smirks at her. She knew exactly what he had planned for her.

An hour or so later their door bell rings, Adam jumps up and grabs last night's clothes quickly pulling them on "Who's that?" she asks. "It's a surprise!" he winks at her "Now stay there..I'll be two seconds!" he rushes downstairs, she tries to listen out, but their voices are hushed it was only when she heard Adam say "Thanks mum.." she knew it was Nina.

Ellie's phone pings.

She discards her phone when she hears the front door close, she hears his feet hammer back up the stairs as he reaches the top his foot steps, stop and she heard a lighter patter of feet.

She confused until a little fluffy face peak up at his side of the bed "Woof wooof..."

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7x10: Death's Door

Fun Fact: Boris has only watched this episode once. It’s time to weep and watch it again.

Then:

Bobby Singer, the best father the Winchester brothers ever had.

Now:

We get a CSI look into Bobby’s brain while Sam and Dean rush, panicked, to the nearest hospital. In his own mind, Bobby’s realizing something bad has happened. He’s bleeding from his head. Sam and Dean ask what’s happened, and he tells them he was shot. They tell him they would have noticed that, but he counters, “I didn’t take one here. I took one out there, in the real world.”

The brothers are confused, and Bobby tells them there’s something they need to know, but he “can’t get at it.” He’s got to get the real Sam and Dean numbers.

The scene shifts to Bobby with his wife, Karen. They’re in their bedroom, and candles are lit all around. She has something to tell him. Bobby starts to remember this memory. He hears a distant storm, but the sky is clear outside the window. Bobby sees a boy running in the field though. He goes to leave, and flashes to working a case with Rufus.

He tells Rufus he needs his help, but Rufus ducks into a building. Bobby sees the boy again. The boy tells Bobby, “God’s going to punish you.” (Chuck, I swear to FUCKING Chuck, you make me SO mad.) Bobby turns to see a broken glass of milk. The boy is gone so he heads inside the church.

Once inside, the choir at the front of the church disappears, the lights go out, and Bobby meets his reaper.

Bobby runs.

And ends up back at his house where Sam and Dean are fighting over the better martial artist.

He opens the kitchen doors to find his mother, distressed at his dirty appearance before dinner. He slams the doors shut.

He’s with Rufus again. He, again, asks for help, but Rufus is working the case.

In the real world, Sam and Dean rush down the hospital hallway following the hospital staff who have Bobby.

Bobby decides to ditch Rufus, but is attacked by a ghost. She twists at his heart.

The brothers listen in as the hospital staff scramble to save Bobby as he crashes.

Rufus stops the ghost, and Bobby torches her bones.

Bobby’s comatose, but stable. The brothers wait.

Waiting for Rufus outside a clinic, Bobby sees the kid again. This time he remembers him. Rufus interrupts though, and Bobby asks about what he saw when he thought he was dying. Rufus explains he had flashes of his life --and he wanted out. He tells Bobby he found the right door to escape by digging deep into the things one usually doesn’t want to think about. The way out is through your worst memory.

Bobby tells Rufus that he’s dying and he needs to get some information to Sam and Dean. Rufus agrees to help, and tells him to concentrate on the worst of the worst of all his memories.

He then asks Bobby why the ghost called him a heart breaker --when Bobby’s the opposite.

The world shakes, and they’re back in Bobby’s bedroom with Karen. The mood is considerably different. She tells him she hates him. She tells him he knew she wanted kids when they married. He broke her heart, and she tells him to go away. “Just so you know, I’m sorry. I never stopped being sorry,” he tells his wife.

Bobby tells Rufus that 3 days after this fight about having children, Karen was possessed. The fight was Bobby’s biggest regret. They never got a chance to get past this moment.

(Sidenote: I feel like I’m just regurgitating plot because I REFUSE to feel.)

Bobby opens the door, and walks into the light.

And into a park in 1989. He’s still in his own brain. He’s playing ball with Dean.

For Family Science:

Bobby starts looking for another door. Rufus wants to know why Bobby didn’t want kids. “My dad was a mean drunk, I figured I’d be just like him.” (I hurt.) Rufus says he’s just a cranky drunk.

Bobby opens the door. He and Rufus address Bobby’s impending death and Bobby gets a brainstorm: he’s going to stop the reaper.

In the outside world, Dean and Sam interrogate a doctor about Bobby’s condition. He’s not doing great. A man walks in and asks Dean whether Bobby’s signed up as an organ donor. Dean surprisingly doesn’t clock him.

Dean DOES punch out a glass case, however. He storms outside and approaches a fancy car. As suspected, Dick Roman sits inside. The word “dick” is bandied about thrice, while Dean challenges him to fisticuffs. Dick doesn’t RISE to Dean’s taunts, but he is very COCKY as he sends Dean back inside to watch over the failing Bobby.

In Bobby’s head, he finds a book with a big ol’ crucifix hidden inside. He and Rufus start their anti-reaper spell.

Back at the hospital, Sam’s busy looking wistful.

Dean fills him in on Dick’s turgid presence outside. Sam fills Dean in on Bobby’s condition. It ain’t great. Bobby’s breathing on his own, but he’s still got a bullet lodged in his brain. Sam counsels Dean to prepare himself for goodbye. Dean’s...not open to that line of thinking.

Bobby stalks through his house, preparing the spell while one by one the windows grow dark. He watches a memory of himself chewing out John Winchester over the phone, defending his decision to play with Sam and Dean instead of train them to hunt. “I know I ain’t their dad,” Bobby bites out as his parting line before hanging up. BOBBY ;_;

Bobby and Rufus finish up their anti-reaper spellwork.

The reaper is UNAMUSED. He orders Bobby to examine the truth around him. Things are going dark. Photos and books are going blurry. In the real world, his brain is dying. He warns Bobby that he’s treading the short path to ghost-town.

Rufus reminds Bobby that ghosts are GRR BAD and that if he stays, he’ll go vengeful. The reaper speaks up. “You got handed a small, unremarkable life and you did something with it. Most men like you die of liver disease, watching Barney Miller reruns. You've done enough. Believe me.” Uh. Thanks?

Bobby’s not following some reaper to the afterlife, though. “Because they’re my boys.” Determined, Bobby heads back to his childhood memory of a horrible dinner. His dad starts hitting his mom and Bobby shouts at his father. He was just a kid and his father hurt him and made him so terrified that he’d be like his father that he never had kids. “Well, as fate would have it,” Bobby says, “I adopted two boys, and they grew up great. They grew up heroes. So you can go to hell!” Excuse me. I just. Love this.

In the hospital, Bobby’s starting to show signs of life. They prep him for surgery.

Young Bobby appears in the memory. As his dad assaults his mother again, young Bobby shoots him in the head with a shotgun. His father falls to the floor, a bullet wound in his head (just like Bobby).

Bobby’s mother responds by telling him that God’s going to punish him, and young Bobby heads out to dig an unmarked grave for his father.

The reaper appears again. Bobby tries to race away from him. Light surrounds him.

In his hospital room, Dean and Sam are awkwardly wishing Bobby a successful surgery. Well, Sam is talking to Bobby. Dean hovers in the background looking broken. Suddenly, Bobby wakes up! He writes something cryptic on Sam’s hand.

Bobby falls back. Smiles. Mutters, “Idjits.” And then he dies. The episode fades to the awful ringing of a flat heart monitor. Dean and Sam watch, helpless, as Bobby fails to be revived.

For YOU ARE LITERALLY KILLING ME WITH YOUR FACE Science:

Bobby heads into his mind-kitchen and grabs some beers. The reaper returns and tells him it’s all fading away now. Bobby looks towards where Sam and Dean (his BOYS) are sitting. He realizes it’s a memory but, “glad I saved the best for last.” Bobby walks away from the reaper and towards the Winchesters. Sam and Dean bicker amiably over junk food on the couch as Bobby settles himself next to them.

The Winchesters fade away mid-bicker. “Stay or go,” the reaper asks. “What’s it gonna be?” The episode closes on a ticking watch that abruptly...stops.

Don’t Fear the Quoter:

You’re either laughing because you’re scared or you’re laughing because you’re stupid

Kids ain't supposed to be grateful! They're supposed to eat your food and break your heart, you selfish dick!

You got the only genetic case of bullet in the brain I've ever seen’

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Riding On

Ch 6: It’s A Nice Day For A White Wedding

Summary: It’s Jake’s wedding day and poor Fliss appears to be the only sober one in the Circle Of Truth…and then that all important question is answered. Is Baby Adler Pink or Blue? (Place your bets, please!)

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW NO UNDER 18s!!) Also some pretty heavy anti-Trump ranting so if this offends anyone, sorry (but also not sorry… I think the guy is as much of a buffoon as Boris fcking Johnson)

Pairing: Frank Adler x Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Just so you know, I couldn’t decide whether to give them a boy or a girl…so I literally wrote both down on a piece of paper and picked.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer

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Chapter 5 And I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to. But if you deny me one of your kisses, don’t know what I’d do. So hold me close and say three words like you used to do. Dancing on the kitchen tiles, yes you make my life worthwhile, so I told you with a smile, it’s all about you.

Bonnie and Fliss stood in the small room at the side, the crowd of people milling around between there and the outside patio area whilst the main room was set up for the party following the conclusion of the sit down reception.

"It was a nice meal." Bonnie smiled.

"Yeah, really thoughtful of them to have the non-alcoholic wine available" Fliss smiled. “Felt nice to taste something that made me feel like an adult again.”

She looked around and her gaze settled on Frank who was leaning against the bar, his red tie long discarded, collar of his dress shirt undone. He caught her eye, flashed her a smile and then turned back to Greg continuing their conversation.

"He hasn't taken his eyes off you all day." Bonnie smiled as Fliss turned back to her. "It's cute"

Fliss smiled "You know he got me flowers yesterday. When I got back from work he had already left to come up here and when I called him to ask what they occasion was he said he just felt like it." She paused "I get the feeling he is still trying to make up for Vegas but he doesn't need to. We're good."

Bonnie grinned. "Did he tell you what he actually said to the girl?"

"I don't think he remembers" Fliss shook her head.

"Si does. Apparently he said, and I quote 'why the fuck would I want a Big Mac when I got a prime fillet steak waiting for me at home?’ “

Fliss blinked, and then let out a huge snort of laughter which attracted the attention of a few people around them.

"How fucking rude"

"She deserved it by refusing to back off the first time. Ho." Bonnie shrugged.

"I don't mean that I mean him likening me to a piece of meat. Mind you, quite apt really..." she shrugged

"How so?"

"He is constantly fucking horny." Fliss dropped her voice "Not that I particularly mind but the last week or so he's been really, really bad. Take Thursday for example. I woke up to him poking me in the back so he got a blowjob before we got up, then he fucked me on the couch that evening when Mary had gone to bed and then when I woke up to go to the loo at 2 am we did it again."

Bonnie sniggered "Maybe you're giving off some kind of sex pheromone because you’re pregnant."

"I know you're joking but..." Fliss shrugged "He’s always had a high sex drive but since I started really showing he has gotten so much worse. I think he has some kind of breeding kink."

"Must be so hard being you..." Bonnie said sarcastically "Nice man that buys you flowers and can't keep his hands off you...”

"He is the one finding it hard not me" Fliss grinned and at that Bonnie tipped her head back laughing.

Frank heard his girl’s laughter from where he was stood and watched as she tipped her head back, attracting the attention of a few of the guests with her loud cackles. His eyes scanned down her frame and back up again, lingering slightly on the gentle curve of her bump just visible under her dress as it hung over her lower body. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant knot at the base of her neck, a few strands hanging loose around her face and her eyes were lidded with a light dusting of rose gold powder, making her brown irises pop even more. The necklace he had bought her a while back hung around her neck, settling just above her cleavage which looked fucking amazing in that dress.

The moment he had seen her earlier when she had arrived with Bonnie he’d felt the all too familiar stirring in his pants that he seemed to get every time he looked at her recently. His mouth had gone dry and he’d been totally ogling her, enough to cause Greg to slap him on his shoulder and tell him, jokingly, to stop being a pervert.

Frank hadn't replied. He’d waited long enough to allow himself to open up to someone so they could see the entire shit show he was. He was happy, more than happy in fact. So as for being a pervert where Fliss was concerned? Well, he had no intentions of stopping at all.

As he watched her now, aware he was once more staring at her, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and her hand went to her silver daisy pendant, gently twirling the silver chain in her fingers before she let go, pressing her hand over the pendant in the curve just above her breasts and that was it, he was done.

He wanted her, now.

Necking the short that Greg had passed him he patted his friend on his shoulder and told him he would be back shortly before striding over the room towards the two women. As he made his way over, dodging round a few people, he saw Fliss reached out and snatch Bonnie’s beer, taking a mouthful, letting out a groan of satisfaction. Bonnie’s eyes flew to him as he approached and he put a finger over his lips, telling her to be quiet.

“Pretty sure you ain’t supposed to have that…” Bonnie chastised, her eyes flicking back to Fliss as she took the bottle back.

“One mouthful won’t hurt.” Fliss replied, her shoulders rising in a shrug. “I always take a swig of Frank’s before I hand it to him…just don’t tell him.”

“Too late.” He leaned down and said in her ear, causing her to shriek slightly and jump as his hands settled on her hips, beard tickling her cheek and neck.

“Fuck! Fran, what you trying to do, send me into early labour?” she tilted her head to look over her shoulder at him before she glared at Bonnie “You could have warned me.”

Bonnie shrugged and grinned as she walked off. Fliss wrinkled her nose and turned in Frank’s arms, looking up at him sheepishly

“That was naughty.” he teased and she grinned a little.

“It was one mouthful…”

“I’m only teasing.” He smiled, dropping his mouth to hers in a sweet kiss and she sighed. He tasted of scotch and the cheesecake that they’d had for desert. “I told you before, one glass or one bottle won’t hurt if you want one.” “No, I don’t.” She shrugged “Just wanted a little taste that’s all.”

“Yeah well, now I want a taste of something.” “What are you talking about?”

“I want you.” He said, his mouth by her ear and he felt her still slightly, her breath hitching and he grinned, planting a soft kiss to the crook of her shoulder. He knew the effect those words had on her, being wanted as opposed to needed, it was a subtle difference, but one he knew meant something to her, and him for that matter.

“What, now?” She looked at him as he pulled away, glancing around the room before he looked back down at her.

“Right now.” He nodded.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.” He looked at her, “What’s the Ladies bathroom like?”

“You wanna do me in the ladies.” She deadpanned as he tugged her hand and pulled her away from the crowded foyer towards the bathroom.

“Yup.” He checked around once more to see if anyone was watching, before he opened the door and nudged her back gently with his hand so she entered the room in front of him.

“Wow, romantic, Frank.” Fliss said sarcastically as she arched an eyebrow, turning to face him.

“I’m being spontaneous.” His eyebrow arched as he backed into the cubicle, pulling her with him, reaching round to lock the stall door.

“There’s nothing spontaneous about you wanting to jump my bones” She looked up at him as her purse clattered to the floor, “You’re constantly after a bit at the moment.”

“Can you blame me Sweetheart?” he whined, looking down at her, his eye-line trained on her cleavage “You turn up…looking like that…been killing me sat next to you all afternoon. Frankie has needs.”

“My face is up here jackass!”

“I know.” he said, his gaze not moving “I was talking to Ben and Jerry.”

“Ben and Jerry.” Fliss scoffed “You named my boobs?”

“Only since they got bigger.” he grinned as his eyes moved back to hers

“Why Ben and Jerry?” she asked as his hands gripped at her hips.

“Because they’re delicious and soft like ice cream.”

Fliss snorted and he grinned at her, his eyes glazed slightly.

“You’re drunk” she stated.

“Nah ah, it’s hormones.” he said seriously.

“No.” Fliss laughed “I’m pretty sure you’re drunk. I saw you, Simon and Greg before, all necking from the hipflasks you each have in your pocket whilst they were taking the photos.” “Yeah, but.” Frank shook his head “I aint that drunk. Scouts honour.” “Like you were ever in the scouts.” she laughed, her hand brushing through his hair.

“Actually I was, you can ask the mothership.” he assured her “They kicked me out after 5 months thought. I made rude words out of a load of string that we were supposed to be using to mark out a flower bed at the old people’s home.”

Fliss let out a groan “Bean is gonna be a monster.”

“No they won’t” he shook his head “Gonna be sweet…” he placed a kiss to her lips. “…and gentle, just like their mamma bear.”

His hand moved to cup her cheek, fingers grazing her neck as he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss quickly became heated and Frank pressed up against her, the door to the cubicle rattling slightly, neither of them paying it much attention. His other hand grabbed a fist full of her dress, and he was just hoisting the tulle layers up when the noise of voices hit their ear as the door to the bathroom opened. They both stopped dead, and Fliss bit her lip to stop herself from laughing as Frank grinned down at her, his finger flying to his lips as his shoulders shook with his silent sniggers. A few doors down the cubicle door opened and they waited for whoever it was to finish. Eventually the toilet flushed and the door unlocked, before the tap began to run.

“I’d hurry up you guys…” Bonnie spoke, amusement in her tone as Frank and Fliss looked at each other, “You’ve been gone 10 minutes already.” At that Fliss burst out giggling as Frank snorted and his face dropped to Fliss shoulder where he pressed a kiss to her skin, his lips sliding up to her neck, gently nipping beneath her ear, his hands fondling her breasts over her dress. She gave a low groan and he smirked against her skin.

“Still don’t wanna?” he teased and she shook her head.

“Fine, just…get on with it then you twat.” she mumbled into his ear and he looked at her, grinning.

“I love it when you swear in British baby.”

“I can talk dirty in British too…” she quipped.

Frank gave a groan, slanting his mouth on hers as he pulled her with him, her fingers undoing his belt and trousers, pushing them down with his boxers over his hips, before he sat down on the closed toilet, taking himself in his hand and pumping himself a few times until he was rock hard as she leaned down, kissing him.

“Turn round…” he said against her mouth and she did as she was told. His hands bunched her skirt up to her hips and she reached down to move it of the way as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, shifting her underwear to one side. In a fluid moment she sank down onto him, both of them letting out soft moans as Frank’s arm circled her waist protectively around her bump as she tipped her head back against his shoulders, his hips moving upwards.

She ground down on him, rotating her hips and he let her set the pace, more than happy to simply sit there, holding her, trailing sloppy kisses over the exposed skin on her back. The hand that wasn’t round her waist moved up to the front of her dress, slipping inside the low plunge neck line to her bra-les breast, rolling her nipple softly causing her to shudder and push down on him further.

“Fuck, Lissy…” he groaned, his forehead pressing on her shoulder “Feel so good baby girl..”

Her response was a low pant of his name as her hips moved faster, snapping back and forth as she pushed down even further, seeking out the friction she desperately needed. Her head tilted and he caught her mouth in a sloppy kiss, swallowing another moan as she pushed down further, his hands pulling her onto his lap as he fucked up into her over and over.

It was dirty, quick and in his many times with women he wasn’t quite sure he’d fucked anyone in a bathroom before, certainly an alley way or two, a dark corner of parking lot too, but it didn’t matter either way as he was damned sure it wouldn’t have been as good as this, the woman who was carrying his baby, the woman he loved with all his heart bouncing on his lap as they both raced to their ends. As Fliss tightened down, her head rolling back, she parted her lips and let out a low keen as Frank’s hand gently moved upwards, his fingers caressing the font of her throat as he held her against him, turning her head towards his so he could catch her mouth in a filthy kiss as he pushed up for a final time and came with a grunt. They both sat still for a while before he gave a little hum as Fliss chuckled as his hands wrapped around her, resting on her bump.

“You’re a bad man.” she mumbled and he grinned, giving her a quick kiss.

“Yeah but I’m your bad man.”

With a snort Fliss stood up and Frank rearranged himself, standing up and pulling up his pants. With another soft kiss Fliss told him to go out ahead of her whilst he sorted herself out so as not to attract too much attention to where they had been, even though she was pretty sure Bonnie had already told their friends.

Telling her he would meet her at the bar, with a final peck to her lips Frank headed out of the cubicle. He quickly checked his appearance in the mirror and once he’d straightened his suit and smoothed his hair down slightly he pulled the door open to be met with a round of applause as Simon and Greg stood by the pillar outside the bathroom, both grinning as they clapped.

Frank grinned as simply took a bow before the three of them laughed and Greg slapped him on the back as the three of them headed to the bar.

***** “Welcome to the dance floor….” The DJ’s voice rang out over the room “The new Mr and Mrs Neill…”

Jake swept Lisa out onto the floor and Fliss smiled, watching a the woman’s dress billowed out behind her and he took her into a hold as the opening bars to Signed, Sealed Delivered by Stevie Wonder rang out. Jake began to twirl Lisa around, the pair of them laughing a various people took photos, recording. Frank dropped a kiss to the side of Fliss’ temple and she smiled as his fingers curled around her hip.

“They look so happy.” Fliss smiled.

“Yeah.” Frank nodded “Good job really, seeing as they just got married.”

Fliss smiled and then there were some giggles as Jake and Lisa’s young girls ran onto the dancefloor to join their parents, which gave the couple the signal to wave everyone else in to join them.

“Shall we?” Frank asked, turning to face Fliss and she grinned.

“Lead the way Sailor.”

They stepped out onto the dancefloor where Frank gently took her left hand in his right, his other hand curling round her back, fingers splaying at the bottom of her spint.

“Can’t pull you quite as close as I’d like.” he quipped glancing down and Fliss shook her head as she looked at him, a soft smile spread across his face “You’re beautiful.” “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” she smiled as he twirled her around the floor, his movements upbeat in time with the song. He was actually a pretty good dancer, which Fliss knew already from the various times they’d been out, but it never failed to make her smile the way he could move so gracefully for such a tall, broad shouldered man. When she had passed comment on it once he had grinned and informed he that it was ‘all in the hips’, hips that were now easily snaking side to side as he moved in time with the music, stepping back from her a little, his hands taking hers. Fliss laughed, simply dancing along with him and eventually the music changed into another upbeat song. The pair of them stayed were they were, dancing with their friends and enjoying themselves until after about 20 minutes or so Fliss declared she was out, and needed the bathroom again before she was going to sit down.

“To pee this time, right?” Bonnie called after her. Fliss didn’t even look back, simply raised her finger up over her shoulder as she left the dancefloor.

Once she had washed her hands she touched up her make-up, glancing at her cheeks which were quite flushed from the heat and the dancing, before she headed out. Frank was waiting for her by the door.

“People will talk, you hanging around outside the Ladies.” she grinned.

“Only one lady for me.” he winked back and she shook her head.

“Smooth.” “I try.” he grinned, kissing her cheek “Wanna get a drink?”

“Yeah.” she smiled, slipping her hand in his as he led her over to the bar.

Frank ordered himself a beer, deciding he needed to take a break from the hard-stuff and Fliss a water. As she took it from him with a thanks she glanced around watching everyone dancing and milling around, cocking her head to one side, a thoughtful look on her face.

“Penny for em.” Frank said and she turned to look at him smiling.

“Nothing of interest really.” she mused “Just thinking about all this. It’s been a nice day and a lovely ceremony and clearly what Lisa and Jake wanted but…” “Not what you want.” Frank smiled “Yeah, I know.” “But what about you?” she asked, looking at him. “I know we joke about how I’ve been there and done it but…” “Liss.” he cut her off, his hand curling round her hip. “Do you really think that all this showy shit is my style?”

“No, not really.”

“Exactly.” he smiled at her “I told you, I’d be happy to run away, me, you and Mary and do it with just the 3 of us there. But I’d probably get lynched by your mom and dad so…” He pulled her into his side closer, dropping a kiss to his head “It can be whatever we want it to be.”

We.

That word hit her hard, because her last wedding had been all about how her stupid bastard of a husband wanted to show the world how rich and special he was. There wasn’t a thing about that day she had chosen for herself, including her dress and her bridesmaids. She looked up at Frank, her eyes clouding slightly and he chuckled, shaking his head at her sudden emotion.

“Come on, let’s go sit down.” he smirked, nodding to a table at the side of the room where Simon was just taking a seat. Fliss nodded and allowed him to lead her over.

As is usually the case with weddings, people flit around all over the place. Fliss found herself dancing again with Bonnie, then talking to a few of Jake’s old school friends, then to some of Lisa’s friends, one of whom had her own horse so they got caught up in a lengthy chat about show-jumping and before long she realised she’d been away from Frank for well over an hour without realising. She finished up the conversation and headed back to where he was sat at a table, animatedly discussing something with a white haired gentleman, Bonnie watching him with a slightly amused expression.

"The guy is a fahking melt..." Fliss heard Frank groan as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.

"Who is he talking about?" Fliss asked as she sat down next to Bonnie.

"Trump" Bonnie replied, grinning.

"Oh this should be fun..." Fliss smirked, and Bonnie nodded.

"The guy he is talking to is apparently a big fan..." she turned to face Fliss, "But he's yet to give any kind of pro- Trump argument which Frank deems worthy of consideration. Oh, and Frank is getting more Boston with every sentence.”

“Yeah he does that.” Fliss she said, fondly turning her attention to Frank who shook his head and wrinkled his nose.

"You're being disrespectful." The man who Frank was talking to shook his head "He's our president."

Frank scoffed "Disrespectful? Not really, I just find it beyond comprehension that this country elected such a damaged, sociopathic narcissist."

"Say what you mean Frank." Bonnie nodded sagely and Fliss bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. Frank was in full flow, however, and fuelled by the amount of alcohol in his system he wasn't about to stop any time soon.

"John Oliver hit the nail on the head." he continued, necking the last of his beer. "Trump could be drowning in the damned ocean and he'd there, waving the lifeboats away screaming 'get out of here, I'm very buoyant, I'm the most buoyant. Everybody talks about my buoyancy... I'm a tremendous floater' ...fahkin jack-ass."

"Who got Frankie boy talking about Trump?" Simon asked, placing the tray of drinks down and handing them out. Fliss took her Sprite with a thanks as he slid a short tumbler of scotch over the white table cloth to Frank, before flopping down on the other side of Bonnie, dropping a kiss to her cheek. Bonnie nodded to the gentleman who was now saying something back, to which Frank let out a lout guffaw of laughter as Greg settled into a seat a few down from Fliss.

Simon grinned "Come on Jack!" he spoke and the man turned to face him "It's a wedding, no politics."

"I only stated I happened to agree with his policy of putting American's first..." the man held his hands up.

"And I only pointed out that his misguided beliefs that migrants are to blame for all of America's ills are exactly that, misguided." Frank shrugged, shooting a wink at Fliss as he reached for the glass of amber liquid in front of him. "People should look closer to home...at the people who run the damnedcountry, not everyone in it merely tryin'a make a living..."

"His policies made sense when I read them..." the man called Jack shrugged. “Well thought out, articulate…” At that Frank leaned back, shaking his head, an unbelieving smile on his face as he gave a groan “Articulate…come on…”

"You kniow..." Bonnie leaned forward "A random monkey hitting keys for an infinite amount of time will eventually come up with the works of Shakespeare" she swallowed the rest of her drink. "All Trump really needs to be considered one of the greatest Presidents of all times is an infinite amount of time and a monkey that can type."

At that Frank snorted into his glass and reached over the table, holding his hand up. Grinning Bonnie hi-fived him and Simon, Greg and Fliss exchanged a glance, before Fliss leaned forward.

"You know how they measure horses in hands." she said and Frank turned his attention to his girl, his eyes shining "well he must have the biggest horses on the planet." she said, making a claw like gesture with her right hand and Frank let out another loud bellow of laughter, his hand flying to his stomach.

"And why are his eye sockets always white?" Greg asked, looking into his glass like it held the answer before he glanced round at them all. "Like, you think someone would tell him to use the sunbed without the goggles every once in a while..."

At that Jack shook his head and stood up, walking away.

"Something we said?" Bonnie asked, innocently as Simon leaned back in his chair and spoke, his talent for impressions ringing out across the table as he imitated the President's voice perfectly "I'm going to build a wall, and it will be the greatest wall ever known to man, even better than China's...my time as President will go down in history as being part of America's dumbass years, the most dumbass years ever..."

As the 5 of them laughed, Jake plopped down at the table, pointing at Simon, then Frank then Greg.

"No politics at my wedding, bitches."

"We're not talking politics..." Frank hiccupped slightly "We were just roasting the cheeto skinned, toupee wearing prick."

"His dad should have definitely wiped him on a curtain." Greg nodded, causing everyone at the table to laugh once more.

"All that sperm and he got there the quickest." Simon sighed "Makes me wanna cry."

"You know what is gonna make you cry?" Jake looked at him "My foot up your ass. Come on guys, this is my fucking wedding. Let’s go do shots and rip up the dancefloor!"

"Oooh...shots..." Bonnie nodded, standing up.

"What happened to taking it easy in solidarity?" Fliss narrowed her eyes at her, patting her bump.

"I'm weak." Bonnie shrugged as Simon tugged her to the bar, Greg rising to follow them.

"Frank?" Jake asked

"I'll pass." he smiled

"I could get em to make you an apple juice shooter?" Jake offered as he patted Fliss' shoulder. She flipped him the bird as he walked off, chuckling to himself.

Frank pause for a moment, taking in his girl's slightly flushed cheeks before he stood up, grabbing his glass which contained what was left of his short, and rounded the table to sit next to her.

"C'mere..." he said, patting his knee. She stood up and settled on his lap, his arm curling round her waist, fingers brushing the side of her bump "You ok?"

"Yeah." she smiled "Which is more than you're gonna be in the morning."

"I'll live" he smirked, necking the rest of his liquor. "No one has ever died from a hangover Sweetheart."

"There's time." she smiled and he grinned up at her, placing his glass on the table.

"How's Bean?"

"Cooking." she grinned

"And Momma bear?"

"You asked me that a few seconds ago."

"And I'm asking again."

"In that case I'm still fine." she grinned leaning down to give him a peck. Frank smiled at her as she leaned back, his hand brushing her hip as he looked around the room.

"I wanna get married." he said, looking back to Fliss.

"We are."

"No, I mean like actually do it." he smiled "I wanna set a date."

"Don't you think we have enough to organise?" Fliss chuckled "Finding a house seeing as you're so adamant you want to move before Bean arrives..."

"They need a nursery." he pouted and Fliss smiled, running her hands through his hair.

"So you tell me." she replied "And then there's actually a small matter of me giving birth..."

"Piece of cake..."

"Oh really?" she looked at him "How about you squeeze a bowling bowl out of your vagina and then tell me it's easy..."

Frank laughed and grinned up at her "You'll be amazing...you always are." he placed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "But seriously...don't you wanna marry me?" he pouted.

"No, I just took this ring because it was shiny." Fliss rolled her eyes at him "Of course I do."

"Well...couldn't we just like pick a month...so...I have some kind of marker in the sand?"

Fliss looked at him as he turned his puppy dog eyes on her and she shook her head, giving a soft huff

"You're such a soft bastard when you're drunk."

He shrugged "I can't help it. You make me feel things."

"And I don't when you're sober?" she teased.

"Shut up." he looked at her and she grinned, running her hand through the whiskers on his face. His beard was now actually pretty impressive as he'd let it grow out properly, it was way beyond the untidy, short stubble it had been when she'd first met him. But then again he was also quite far removed from that fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants, lost and damaged man he had been. He'd grown, a lot. And so had she. He knew it, she knew it...and the fact they had done it together made it all the more meaningful and special.

"September." Fliss smiled "Next year. Bean will be 1 by then and things will have settled. Think you can wait that long?"

Frank beamed at her "Yeah? You mean it?"

She nodded.

"Then September 2020 it is." his lips stayed curled up at the side as she dipped her head again and pressed her mouth to his. She pulled back, and found herself mimicking the infectious smile on his face. "I can't wait to make you Mrs Adler." he whispered.

"Who says I'm changing my name?" She teased and he frowned a moment before he shrugged.

"I just assumed..."he began to back track "I mean if you don't want..."

"Frankie..." Fliss cut him off, her hands cupping his face "I'm joking. I can't wait to have the same surname as you, Mary and our little one."

"God I fahkin love you..." he spluttered and she laughed, leaning back a little bit. At that point the opening bars to Hungry Like The Wolf hit their ears and Fliss heard Bonnie shriek her name.

"Miami BITCHES, HOLLERRRR!" Simon yelled as he leaned on the back of Frank's chair.

"Shall we?" Fliss asked, standing up. Frank grinned, took her hand and allowed her to pull him onto the dancefloor. As she began to dance and laugh with Bonnie his hand fell to her hips, pulling her back against him, just like he had done all those months ago in Miami, before everything had taken such a huge change in direction. A dramatic change, but a change he was loving day by day. As he felt her push back slightly against his groin he gave a low groan and bent over.

“Stop it or I’ll be dragging you off to the bathroom again.”

She tilted her head, looked at him all doe eyed and innocent and he shook his head, arching and eyebrow.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” she spluttered and he rolled his eyes before she turned round to carry on dancing, this time behaving herself.

As it was getting later into the evening, after a few more 80s hits the music took a turn and dimmed into something softer, and Fliss cocked her head to the side as Frank reached out to her, pulling her to him.

“What is this?” she asked.

“It’s called God Gave Me You.” Frank said, his fingers curing around hers “By Blake Shelton. He’s a Country singer.”

“Ohh, the dude that’s with Gwen Stefani.” Fliss nodded.

“Yeah, I heard it for the first time in ages in the truck the other day.” Frank said “When we went to Tampa.”

“I thought it sounded familiar.”

He smiled, refraining from telling her he’d been playing it on a damned loop for days since because every time he heard it, it simply reminded him of her.

As he steered her around, he became lost in the lyrics, not really paying attention to anything but realising how much they stuck home, how they were true to what he felt about Fliss. How he had been a mess until she’d appeared and given him everything he didn’t even realise he needed and more. How she had fit so perfectly into his and Mary’s life. How she was now carrying his child. How he would always love her…

He felt her squeeze his hand and he looked down and she was grinning at him.

“You’re singing.”

“Am I?” he asked, giving a soft chuckle “Sorry, I didn’t realise…”

“Don’t worry about it, no one else heard. Besides you have a good voice, not like mine.”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna say anything but the other day when you were singing in the shower Mary thought Fred was stuck somewhere and crying to get out.” Fliss laughed and shook her head “Yeah it isn’t one of my talents. I’ll leave it to you.”

He smiled and gave her a soft kiss.

“You singing it to me or Bean?” Fliss asked, smiling at him as he twirled them round slightly.

“Without you there would be no Bean.” He shrugged simply and at his words he saw her eyes misting over.

“Frankie…” she muttered and he chuckled slightly, his hands cupping her face.

“Baby, what’s…”

“That’s so sweet and…” she spluttered shaking her head “Fucking hormones”

He laughed and pulled her closer, still swaying to the music and she let out a sight. Frank felt her sagging a little in his arms and then it struck him. It was almost midnight. She had been up since 8, they’d been out at this wedding one way or another for almost 12 hours now and she was 5 months pregnant.

“You tired honey?” he asked and she shook her head where it was pressed against his chest. “Liar.” he kissed her head softly.

“Ok maybe a little.” she looked up at him

“Wanna go?”

“It’s still early.” she looked at him. “I don’t mind if you want to stay, I can go and-“

“Absolutely not.” he shook his head “It’s half 11 now and I’ve drunk more than enough…Jake and Lisa won’t mind.”

“You sure?”

“Course. I’ll go get call us a cab.”

When he came back Fliss was at the table gathering her purse and his jacket. They made their rounds, said good bye to their friends and Frank led his girl out into the starry sky hand in hand.

*****

All things considered, on the Sunday morning Frank woke fairly clear headed, which Fliss pointed out shouldn’t have happened with how much he had drunk. They had a lazy morning before they headed home to pick Mary up, who was full of beans about how Steve had taken her out playing mini-golf the previous afternoon. They stayed for dinner at Bill and Verity’s before they made their way home along with the 4-legged fur babies and it wasn’t long before all 3 of them crashed out, the exertion of the weekend catching up on them all.

Monday and Tuesday seemed to drag by for Frank, and there was a reason. On Wednesday they finally got to find out what Bean was. Their scan was in the afternoon and Mary once again wanted to come, especially as she knew she would find out whether it was gonna be a girl or a boy that joined their little family in roughly 19 weeks or so time. Once more she was ignored and packed off to school with a frown on her face.

Frank was like a coiled spring all morning. The guys at work teased him relentlessly about how he was bounding around the place like Tigger on cocaine but he didn’t care. He was beyond excited to find out whether they were going to have a son or daughter. At exactly 12 he finished work and headed home. Fliss was already waiting for him having changed and showered and chatting excitedly they hopped in his truck and headed to the hospital. They were early so went to grab a drink at the coffee shop- Fliss having been told to drink plenty of water as it would help with the scan, and then when they had 15 minutes to their appointment they headed up.

“Miss Gallagher, Mr Adler.” Dr Kent smiled at them as they walked in “Nice to see you again.”

They both greeted her and Fliss settled on the bed, getting herself comfortable as Frank slid into the chair by her side. After answering the questions the Doctor asked her about how she was feeling, whether she was worried about anything, all the time Frank trying to pay attention but his mind was on one thing and one thing only. Seeing his baby again.

And when that time finally came, his heart skipped a beat. On the 3D scan there was so much more detail to take in this time. He could make out the little nose, the ears, eyelashes…fucking eyelashes. A tiny hand curled by its face which twitched as their baby move slightly.

“It says here that you want to know what it is…” Doctor said, looking at them both “Is that still the case.”

“Yeah…” Frank said, at the same time Fliss spluttered.

“No, I mean yes… “

Frank frowned “Liss? I thought…” “Could you write it down for us?” Fliss cut him off, smiling at the doctor.

“Ahh you doing a gender reveal?” The woman nodded, and Frank’s frown grew deeper. They hadn’t discussed that.” Not a problem…”

The doctor looked at the screen and Frank glanced at Fliss questioningly but she softly shook her head at him and squeezed his hand, telling him silently to trust her. The Doctor smiled, and headed off to write the results down and a soon as she had left the room, Frank turned to Fliss

“What are you doing?”

“I just had a thought…” Fliss took a deep breath “that if we do it this way, you know get it written down to open later, then Mary can be there with us when we find out.”

And once again, just like that, her fucking thoughtfulness knocked him sideways. He blinked and shook his head, smiling as he brought his eyes back up to meet hers “You’re fucking amazing you know that?” Of course the only thing wrong with her plan was that they now had to wait another 3 hours for Mary to come home.

Frank collected her from the bus stop and as usual was greeted by the grumblings that she was perfectly capable of walking home across the little park on her own, to which he shot back his usual I don’t care response. She walked into the apartment with her usual swagger, tossing her bag over the back of the sofa before she wandered into the kitchen where Fliss was stood chopping up salad for dinner

“So.” she said, dramatically “You gonna tell me then or what?”

Frank looked at Fliss who smiled before he spoke “Actually, you’re gonna tell us.”

“What?” she looked at him

“You’re gonna tell us what it is.” he repeated.

“Like how?” she rolled her eyes “I wasn’t even there.”

“We got the Doctor to write it down.” Fliss explained, “And seal it in an envelope.” Mary’s eyes widened “You mean…you guys don’t know?” Frank shook his head “Fliss thought it would be nice for all 3 of us to find out together.”

She looked at him, then to Fliss, her blue eyes filling with tears a she ran to Frank, her arms circling his waist.

“Hey…” he chuckled, crouching down and looking her in the face, his hand brushing her hair back slightly as she sniffed and gave a watery laugh “We good?”

She nodded and smiled “Where is it? The envelope I mean.”

“On the coffee table.” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Can we do it now?”

“I hope so.” Frank said, looking up at Fliss “Been waiting all damned afternoon.”

“Oh hush.” Fliss replied as he stood up, Mary in his arms.

“You know you’re getting kinda big now Stack.” he grunted a little as he shifted her onto his hip.

“You’re still bigger.” she said as he dropped her down onto the floor in the living room. She looked at the envelope and when Fliss nodded at her she picked it up.

“You know…” she mused, looking at Frank “If I open this that technically means that I was the first person to know. Well, other than the doctor…but they don’t count.” Frank looked at Fliss as his arm slid round her waist. “Yeah..” he turned back to Mary “Pretty cool, huh?” She grinned at him and took a deep breath “Ok…here goes….”

Frank felt his heart suddenly become quicker in his chest as he watched Mary pull open the envelope and look at the small slip of paper inside. She read the words, looked at them both, her eyes shining.

“Wow…” she breathed out.

“You’re killing us Stack!” Frank spluttered “What the hell is it?”

“It’s a boy!”

There was a pause and Frank blinked. “What?” he breathed out and looked at Mary “Are you sure?”

“I can read, Frank?” she narrowed her eyes at him, handing him the piece of paper. With a shaking hand he took ait and looked down at the words the doctor had written on them. As he read them, “Congratulations, it’s a Boy!” they suddenly registered in his brain and he looked at Fliss who had tears in her eyes. His own eyes misted over and a huge grin spread across his face.

“Lissy, it’s a boy!”

She gave a laugh as his arms wrapped around her and he kissed the side of her head.

“Happy Sailor?” she asked.

“I can’t…wow!” he chuckled, sniffing slightly, unable to form any other words. He moved one of his arms and signalled for Mary to join them and she rushed forwards, her arms wrapping around his waist as he dropped his hand to her back, gently rubbing between her shoulder blades.

A boy. A little boy.

Although he truly would have been happy either way, as long as their baby was healthy, he’d secretly always hoped the colour would be blue. They had Mary already, and from a selfish point of view had wanted a boy to even the numbers out. Not to mention the fact he was already envisaging matching baseball caps, sneakers, sailing days, basketball, football…

He looked at Fliss who gave him a smile and his face split into an even wider grin and he leaned over to give her a kiss before his hand dropped to the side of her bump, gently skating the place where his son was growing.

***** Frank wanted to shout their news from the roof tops. But Fliss forbid him from telling anyone until they told the family first. As Evelyn would be here for the weekend they decided to have a BBQ on the Saturday evening, and share their news then. And Mary and Fliss came up with the perfect way to do it.

Evelyn arrived in town on the Friday afternoon and due to her new found ‘friendship’ (if you could call it that) with Fliss’ parents since that fateful thanksgiving in Boston, she was staying with them. Her first comment upon seeing them all was how much Fliss had bloomed since her last visit a few months ago. Fliss had grinned and commented that she felt like a hippo to which Evelyn had snorted and told her to stop being ridiculous. The 4 of them went for dinner that evening to the Italian in town that Mary liked and on the Saturday Bill dropped her at the stables to see Mary ride. Mary had now moved on from the cross poles to a foot high straight upright jump, and she was easily taking it all in her stride. Frank had long since given up trying to talk her out of it. She enjoyed it, and it was hard to deny she was pretty good at it too. Saturday afternoon they all went back to the apartment where Evelyn, Fliss and Mary whipped up some cupcake batter…something which floored Frank. He couldn’t remember his mother baking, ever. Once the cakes were cooked however, Evelyn was unceremoniously barred from the kitchen whilst Fliss and Mary put the final touches to their Gender Reveal plans. At one point Mary burst out of the kitchen telling Evelyn to look away, and as Frank looked up from where he and his mother had been glancing at a few realtor pages and properties in the local area, he could instantly see why. She had blue food colouring all over her face and hands.

Later that night Verity, Steve, Bill and Roberta joined them and after a few drinks Mary handed out the cupcakes.

“Now, you have to eat them at the same time.” she instructed “Because the colour in the middle will tell you if the baby is gonna be a boy or a girl.”

“Did you make these?” Steve looked at Fliss. She nodded.

“And no, there’s nothing special in them…” she told him and he smirked “Other than the buttercream.”

As everyone eagerly began to dig into their cakes, desperate to find out, Mary skipped over to where Frank and Fliss were stood at the side of the kitchen steps, standing in front Frank as his arm dropped looping around her chest, pulling her back towards him a little. “A boy?” Verity shrieked, the first to find her splodge of blue cream in the middle of her cake as she looked over at them all.

“Yeah!” Fliss smiled, Frank’s other arm tossed casually round her shoulder.

“God help ya’ll, a mini Frank!” Roberta quipped and he shot her a glare before the rest of the crowd of people erupted into cheers and laughter. There were a lot of hugs shared and then Mary stepped over to Bill and Steve, holding her hand out.

“Pay up, losers.”

“Yeah…Dad can you sub me?” Steve asked, “I left my wallet at home” “Course you did.” Bill grumbled as he reached into his pocket. Retrieving a twenty from his wallet he handed it to Mary.

“Erm…what are you doing?” Frank asked, having watched the exchanged.

“Last week when you were at the wedding we were talking about it and I bet them it was a boy.” Mary shrugged “I had a hunch” “And now she has twenty bucks.” Bill grumbled as Fliss gave a loud laugh.

“No she doesn’t.” Frank put his hands on his hips “Give it back.”

“No way.” she pouted “I earned that.” “You’re 9.” Frank shot back “You know it’s illegal for 9 year olds to gamble, Mary.”

“What you gonna do Frank?” Fliss asked as Mary folded the money and sticking it in her pocket “Call the feds?”

Bill and Steve both sniggered as Frank looked at Fliss before he shook his head and turned back to Mary.

“How exactly were you gonna pay if you lost?” he folded his arms. “I was planning on winning it back by betting on the name.” she shrugged.

“Double or quits.” Steve nodded in agreement.

“Stop encouraging her.” Frank pointed at him.

“Relax…” Frank heard Evelyn chuckle a little and he turned to face her, where she was sat at the outside table with Verity and Roberta “You’re in dad mode already.” “I’ve been in dad mode for the last 8 and a half years.” he shot back before he felt his eyes widen slightly.

“I know…” his mother gave him a soft smile. “Believe me.”

Fliss hand tightened around his for a second and he looked down at her, giving her a quick peck.

“I’m gonna get another beer.” he said, suddenly needing the head space. “You want anything?” “No.” Fliss smiled at him as he walked off.

Truth was he’d shocked himself a little. That was the first time he’d ever referred to his role with Mary as being a dad out loud to anyone but her or Fliss. Truth be told, he was a little worried about how she was going to react once Bean was born and how they were going to try to keep her feeling as included as they could, especially when he started talking and referring to him and Fliss as Mom and Dad, when Mary didn’t. He ran a hand over his face, opening the fridge. It was an unorthodox situation, but…well, he knew full well there were worse circumstances Mary could be in.

“She wouldn’t mind you know.” a voice jerked him from his thoughts and Frank spun to face his mother

“Who?” he frowned. “Diane.” she reached past him for the bottle of wine in the fridge “Fliss told me that’s why you get so pissy about people referring to you as Mary’s father.” “I’m not pissy about it, I’m just not her father.”

“You are in every other way bar legally being labelled as so, Frank.” Evelyn poured herself a drink “And moreover, Diane’s memory isn’t going to suddenly fade away if you were.”

“What are you-“

She levelled him with a look and simply handed him the bottle back before she picked up her glass and headed off leaving him pondering her words. With a shake of his head, deciding that was a discussion for another day, he grabbed another bottle of beer and headed back outside.

“Hey Frank!” Roberta’s shout stopped him in his tracks as stood at the top of the steps and looked over at her. “You gonna cook anything on this BBQ or what? Been waiting so damned long my clothes are goin outta fashion.” “That’s assuming they were in fashion in the first place!” Mary grinned, skipping past Frank as he walked onto the lawn, tossing a ball for Fred as he scooted off after it, Thor following.

At that Steve snorted. Roberta looked at him

“Oh hark on the British boy in board shorts.”

Steve’s response was a cheeky wink “I have been reliably informed you like men in board shorts Roberta. Do I not meet your standards?” he gave a little twirl, his arms held out to his side, a grin on his face. “I’ve seen worse.” she mused, causing Steve and Bill to tip their heads back in almost identical roars of laugher. “You ever fancy yourself a sugar momma you know where to come lookin’ honey.”

“You know, if we’re discussing questionable clothing choices…” Fliss looked up, her eyes locking onto Frank’s before she glanced at Mary “I have something to say about someone’s shirts.”

Mary let out a lout hoot of laughter as did Roberta and Frank looked at Fliss as she grinned.

With a shake of his head and a soft snort of laughter as he looked around at his family, he headed to the BBQ.

**** Chapter 7

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The Aftermath - Ch. 34

Happy Birthday, Ella

Summary: It’s Eleanor’s 18th birthday

Word Count: ~2.6k

A/N: big time jump!

A/N 2: ahhh this is the last chapter!! the one before this was sort of a conclusion but in this one is more like... the aftermath of the aftermath, haha. anyway, this was more than difficult to get out, firstly because i absolutely suck at conclusions so if this is terrible, sorry :( and secondly because this is my first fic and i really can’t believe it’s finished! am i crying? maybe... anywayyy, thank you all so much for reading!! i hope you’ve enjoyed this series as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it!! <3

Warnings: mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s book, “The Goldfinch”)*

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- Eleanor -

I sit at the empty desk across from my bed. There is nothing in front of me, but I stare at my neat piles of notebooks and novels: some that Daddyo had recommended to me, others that I had borrowed from his library.

My bedroom door is open. From the hall, I hear the tapping of Roger’s paws and the light thuds of Fabian’s footsteps. The noise of their arrival lightly raises me from my seat and my tired thoughts. I walk out of my room and go after them.

Roger runs away from Fabian with something in his mouth. My little brother giggles as he runs after our dog, struggling to keep up with him. The dog weaves through crowds of servants, making its way towards the front of the palace.

Fabian sighs, frustrated. I put my hand on his shoulder and urge him to continue on with me.

Once we reach the front doors, we see that Roger has stopped running and is having his belly rubbed by Aunt Rowan, while her oldest son, Rowell, races towards my brother.

Rowell and Fabian run off quickly, already in the midst of a game. Lord Maxwell gives me a side hug, holding his and Aunt Rowan’s youngest son to his side.

I hug Aunt Rowan, then give the little babe a kiss on his chubby cheek. I lead them towards the sitting room, where Mama drinks tea with Duchess Hana and Duchess Olivia.

After the adults are all seated, they usher me out of the room. I giggle, saying that there’s nothing they have to hide from me, but I know what they’re planning and agree to leave.

Outside the sitting room, I decide to go look for Gabe and Daddyo, hoping that their meeting with the dignitary was over. I check my watch and see that they should have been done about a half-hour ago, but I know my brother had probably gone on overtime.

He had started taking his duties more seriously as of late, and I know it’s because of the talk Daddyo had with us at Applewood. He had insisted that I come along into town with them and receive the same speech, even though I said I was fine with staying behind.

Gabriel and I had laughed when Daddyo told us that he was the heir and I was the spare. The silly phrase wasn’t the only thing that sent us into a fit of laughter, but it was also a bit of disbelief. My brother and I weren’t naive; we knew what the people of the court had to say about me being a member of the royal family. Daddyo never failed to remind us that their opinions didn’t matter and that I was his daughter no matter what anyone said, but of course, people kept talking.

Sometimes I wanted to argue with him and say that keeping my last name as Blaise — while Gabe’s had been changed to Rys years ago — would keep me from being fully considered his daughter, even though he had officially adopted me when he married my mother.

But I knew such arguments were ones that broke his heart. The smallest change in my behavior made him fear that I no longer considered him my father, which was heartwarming, in a sense, but also depressing. (When I was about twelve, I had thought calling him “Daddyo” was too childish, so like Gabe I called him “Dad.” One morning he pulled me to the side and with the saddest eyes asked me if I was upset with him, or if he had done something to anger me. I laughed it off but went back to calling him “Daddyo” immediately. Though I cringed every time I said it, it was better than upsetting the only man who had ever felt like a true father to me).

And so most of my daily thoughts were now consumed by the anger I had for my biological father — everything he did to my family, and to the nation and people I had come to love — but I was slowly coming to terms with it. Even though I was ashamed of him, I was accepting the fact that he could no longer dictate my life or the lives of those I love.

These past few months marked ten years after the bombing. When my father had died, and Gabe and I had been in the hospital waiting for Mama to get better, I had been childishly angry at him. My last clear memory with my biological father had been reminding him to take pictures of the new exhibit at The Met so I could get a glimpse of what he and my mother would see. He was never able to show me those photos. That is, if he even took any.

But that was a different kind of frustration. One that, if my little brother Fabian expressed, I would sadly laugh at and explain to him the seriousness of the situation.

Theodore’s actions had controlled all of us, even Daddyo, Uncle Drake, Lord Maxwell, and Duchess Hana.

But now we are all in control of our lives again. Uncle Drake and Duchess Olivia had done honorable work with the King’s Guard. Lord Maxwell and Aunt Rowan had married a few months after my parents did, and a year later Duke Rashad married Hana — around the time Fabian was born. Daddyo eventually mended his relationship with Uncle Leo, and every few months his family would come to visit us.

Any person who was a threat, such as Boris — his betrayal was one that broke my childish heart, but not a day passed where I missed him— and Uncle Drake’s ex-fiancée, Jessica, were spending the rest of their lives behind bars.

It had taken our parents a while to tell us everything, and when they finally did, it took even longer for us to come to terms with it all. But Daddyo and Mama never pushed us away when we needed to talk to them.

As I walk up the stairs to Daddyo’s office, I take deep breaths, allowing the concerns to flow out of me. Before I knock on the door, my mind is clear.

I smile to myself as I reach for the handle, memories of our obstacles so far behind us that I feel foolish worrying about them at all.

Inside, Daddyo, Gabe, Fabian, and Rowell are crowded around something on the desk. Everyone turns to face me.

“Is it time for the party?” Rowell asks.

“Shush!” Fabian elbows his friend while Gabe and Daddyo laugh.

Once the boys are done scolding each other, Daddyo asks, “What do you think about eating out for lunch?”

“Same restaurant?” Fabian questions.

“Unless you wish to go someplace else?”

I shake my head, then link my arm through his. “No, I like that place.”

As we walk out the doors of the palace, we spot Uncle Leo, Aunt Katie, Hunter, and Heather with bags in their hands. Once they see us, they lightly toss those bags back into their limo, and they join us in our car to go eat lunch.

We had eaten in this restaurant on my eighth birthday, which had been only a week after Mama and Daddyo had come back from their honeymoon. My family came here often, and Uncle Leo liked joining us.

We enter the restaurant and see that the place is empty. The menus are put in front of us, and we order without looking at it. Fabian and Rowell talk between themselves, and Heather tells me about their flight, while Uncle Leo asks Gabe how he’s feeling.

Gabe shakes his head, an amused look on his face. “You know, I thought this would all be overwhelming. I was scared that the pressure would bring the anxiety back, but it didn’t.”

Uncle Leo pats my brother’s back. “Now tell me about that girl you mentioned in that course you took.”

Gabe’s face goes red, and he gives a little laugh. Aunt Katie raises her eyebrows, while Daddyo urges him to talk.

My brother leans back in his seat, the amusement increasing. “I’m think I’m gonna draft a letter to her.”

“Oh?” Aunt Katie takes a sip of her drink.

“I’m planning on asking her to join the next Social Season. That reminds me.” He cuts off and looks towards our father.

But before he can say anything, Uncle Leo goes, “Gabe, go to your dad when you want to know what not to do. Take my advice instead—”

Hunter interrupts him: “You say that like your advice doesn’t backfire on the regular.”

“Poor soul is speaking from experience,” Heather whispers to me. Daddyo overhears her, and laughs with us.

We leave as soon as we finish our meal, not considering dessert. The ride back to the palace is filled with smooth conversations and laughs. As the limo stops in front of the entrance, everyone tells me to exit the vehicle first.

Tentatively, I crawl out the car and make my way up the stairs. Servants open the doors for me, and the entire room is flooded with balloons, decorations, and sweets.

My mother kisses my cheek, then Daddyo and Gabe wrap me in a hug. Fabian runs off quickly with Rowell.

The rest of my parents’ friends continue giving me birthday wishes, until Fabian finally reemerges with an envelope in his hand. Everyone crowds around me as I open it and take out a thin, rectangular piece of paper.

“It’s a bookmark!” Fabian cries as I examine it. I turn it over in my hands, feeling the soft edges against my skin. On the other side, there’s a drawing of six stick figures. Fabian puts his finger on the bookmark, and I bring it to his eye level.

“That’s you with the books since you like reading,” he tells me. “That’s Daddy and Mom since they have the crowns, and Gabe is the one with the smaller crown, and that’s me and Roger, and that’s our home in the background.” I follow his finger as he points to his little drawings. “I know it’s not very good, but I didn’t know what else to get you!” He giggles as I further examine it.

“No one knew what to get her,” Gabe comments. “Little Miss—” he takes on a high pitched voice— “Oh, you don’t have to get me anything! No, really, I don’t want anything!”

The room of friends laugh and chuckle at the mocking voice.

I go through everyone else’s gifts, which are mostly things that I can use, but don’t need and didn’t ask for; like Fabian said, everyone had wanted to get me something, but I was in need of nothing. I know that Uncle Maxwell was more than frustrated when I told him so, and he must have been even more upset when he couldn’t get any hints out of my parents either. His and Aunt Rowan’s present to me are new pointe shoes.

Duchess Olivia had started giving me more self-defense lessons, so her gift to me is a stiletto knife, along with stiletto shoes.

Duke Rashad and Duchess Hana give me a pearl necklace: when the Duchess had taught me how to paint, we had made portraits of each other and had illustrated pearls on our pictures. The portrait I had made of his wife was the Duke’s favorite.

Uncle Leo and Hunter give me new paint brushes and a steel paint easel. Heather hands me a cup with a picture of her and I on it — I had given her something similar for her birthday — and Aunt Katie gives me a cute bag.

Uncle Drake gifts me a new pair of skis: last winter and during the Social Season, we had raced down a slope and I had lost both times. “So you can practice a bit more next time we head to Lythikos,” he tells me with a pat on my back.

Gabriel hands me a heavy box. My arms burn as I make my way towards a table and put it down. Inside are books that are on my to-read list, candies that we had tried and liked on our last family trip to Italy, a bracelet with charms, and gold earrings shaped like a crescent moon. “You didn’t give me any clues for what you wanted, so I just put all of them in there,” my brother says with a shrug.

Mama and Daddyo’s gift is next. My father wraps me in a large hug, then holds me to his side as servants roll in a new Baroque piano — it was similar to the one I had seen in a museum the last time we visited Applewood. The old one was being wheeled out; I had played it daily in the last few years, both for the entertainment of my family and for important members of the nobility, and even though it was constantly cared for, the strings had started to become dusty. I knew we wouldn’t get rid of it; I was sure that Daddyo had plans to donate it, but again I felt that there was no need for a newer one. We could have just taken more care of the one we had.

But I don’t complain. I could never complain for this group of people who love me so dearly. I accept hugs from everyone in the room, and then the cake is brought out. The frosting looks like a painting, and is sweetly smooth as we eat it, the icing staining the corners of our mouths.

We sit and chat about nothing at all, simply enjoying the blissful companionship that came with family and beloved friends. I had told my parents that I didn’t want a big party, and this was exactly what I had in mind. The room is light and joyful: Uncle Maxwell tells jokes while Uncle Drake rolls his eyes, Mama throws her head back, Daddyo’s arm around her while he tries his best not to laugh, and Uncle Leo, Hunter, and Gabe wipe tears from their eyes.

The rest of the party is spent like that. The irreplaceable friendships that had went from nothing, to everything, to nothing again, then beyond the meaning of intimacy that came with being understood. It fills the rooms of the palace as it has these last ten years.

I think about the gifts I’ve been given today, wondering where I would put them in my room — except for the piano, which I will leave in the ballroom — and how I will use them. I smile when I remember Gabe’s joke about my refusing presents.

I don’t think he understands that I didn’t wish for specific objects because I can’t remember the last time I longed for anything, and if I ever did, there was no request that Daddyo wouldn’t strive to fulfill. My life had never felt lonely or without purpose, and I think that means I’ve found happiness. Like everyone in this room.

Daddyo notices that I’ve zoned out a bit. From the corner of my eye I can see the gentle wrinkles on his face and the graying roots of his hair. He leans towards me and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Happy birthday, Ella dear. I love you.”

I smile at him, then use my fork to steal a bit of icing off his cake. Fabian follows suit, and soon our dad’s cake has no frosting on it.

The three of us laugh, and with a mouth full of sugar I say, “I love you, too, Daddyo.”

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Riding On Ch 6: It’s A Nice Day For A White Wedding

Pairing: Frank Adler x Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Just so you know, I couldn’t decide whether to give them a boy or a girl…so I literally wrote both down on a piece of paper and picked. Also, I have to thank @southerngrace here for her idea on just how to reveal the news to Mary and their Family. Chapter Song: It’s All About You by Mc Fly (this one has ALWAYS screamed Friss at me, I’m not afraid to say it!)

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And I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to. But if you deny me one of your kisses, don’t know what I’d do. So hold me close and say three words like you used to do. Dancing on the kitchen tiles, yes you make my life worthwhile, so I told you with a smile, it’s all about you.

"It was a nice meal." Bonnie smiled.

"Yeah, really thoughtful of them to have the non-alcoholic wine available" Fliss smiled. “Felt nice to taste something that made me feel like an adult again.”

"He hasn't taken his eyes off you all day." Bonnie smiled as Fliss turned back to her. "It's cute"

Bonnie grinned. "Did he tell you what he actually said to the girl?"

"I don't think he remembers" Fliss shook her head.

"Si does. Apparently he said, and I quote 'why the fuck would I want a Big Mac when I got a prime fillet steak waiting for me at home?’ “

Fliss blinked, and then let out a huge snort of laughter which attracted the attention of a few people around them.

"How fucking rude"

"She deserved it by refusing to back off the first time. Ho." Bonnie shrugged.

"I don't mean that I mean him likening me to a piece of meat. Mind you, quite apt really..." she shrugged

"How so?"

Bonnie sniggered "Maybe you're giving off some kind of sex pheromone because you’re pregnant."

"I know you're joking but..." Fliss shrugged "He’s always had a high sex drive but since I started really showing he has gotten so much worse. I think he has some kind of breeding kink."

"Must be so hard being you..." Bonnie said sarcastically "Nice man that buys you flowers and can't keep his hands off you...”

"He is the one finding it hard not me" Fliss grinned and at that Bonnie tipped her head back laughing.

He wanted her, now.

“Pretty sure you ain’t supposed to have that…” Bonnie chastised, her eyes flicking back to Fliss as she took the bottle back.

“One mouthful won’t hurt.” Fliss replied, her shoulders rising in a shrug. “I always take a swig of Frank’s before I hand it to him…just don’t tell him.”

“Too late.” he leaned down and said in her ear, causing her to shriek slightly and jump as his hands settled on her hips, beard tickling her cheek and neck.

“Fuck! Fran, what you trying to do, send me into early labour?” she tilted her head to look over her shoulder at him before she glared at Bonnie “You could have warned me.”

Bonnie shrugged and grinned as she walked off. Fliss wrinkled her nose and turned in Frank’s arms, looking up at him sheepishly

“That was naughty.” he teased and she grinned a little.

“It was one mouthful…”

“I’m only teasing.” he smiled, dropping his mouth to hers in a sweet kiss and she sighed. He tasted of scotch and the cheesecake that they’d had for desert. “I told you before, one glass or one bottle won’t hurt if you want one.” “No, I don’t.” she shrugged “Just wanted a little taste that’s all.”

“Yeah well, now I want a taste of something.” “What are you talking about?”

“I want you.” he said, his mouth by her ear and he felt her still slightly, her breath hitching and he grinned, planting a soft kiss to the crook of her shoulder. He knew the effect those words had on her, being wanted as opposed to needed, it was a subtle difference, but one he knew meant something to her, and him for that matter.

“What, now?” she looked at him as he pulled away, glancing around the room before he looked back down at her.

“Right now.” he nodded.

“You’re serious.”

“Deadly.” he looked at her, “What’s the Ladies bathroom like?”

“You wanna do me in the ladies?” she deadpanned as he tugged her hand and pulled her away from the crowded foyer towards the bathroom.

“Yup.” he said, checking around once more to see if anyone was watching, before he opened the door and nudged her back gently with his hand so she entered the room in front of him.

“Wow, romantic, Frank.” Fliss said sarcastically as she arched an eyebrow, turning to face him.

“I’m being spontaneous….” he said, backing into the cubicle and pulling her with him, reaching round to lock the stall door.

“There’s nothing spontaneous about you wanting to jump my bones” she looked up at him as her purse clattered to the floor, “You’re constantly after a bit at the moment.”