#the nanny affair fanfic
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Somewhere Else
Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3
Word Count: ~4730 (I haven't written TNA in a loooong time... I had a lot to say)
Song Inspo: "Paris" by Taylor Swift
Summary: Brynn (MC) reminisces about her whirlwind of a wedding day that was filled with jitters and professions of love.
Warning: a little language; fluff; bits of angst
AN: This is my submission for @moodmusicmonday's the Luck of the Draw! I'm not exactly a Swiftie, but this was so much fun, gleaning inspo from a song I otherwise would never have known! Thank you to whoever sent it, and to my amazing counter-part @sfb123 (who... I don't know if y'all know this, but she has been running MMM for most--if not all--of 2023): thank you for hosting this event, sister! You did a GREAT job!
A/N 2: These characters, some of the plot and even some of the dialogue belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Not truly preread or beta'd, so please excuse my errors!
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Present
"... tonight on ET, we have the wedding exclusive of billionaire bachelor Samuel Dalton and his nanny-turned-fiancée Brynn Schuyler–"
The glow of the screen flickers to black before hosting a new picture.
"... I'm here with the groom's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mason Dalton. Seeing your son at the altar like that, tell us –"
The soft click of a button changes to another channel.
"...the two are pictured here before they scurried off to an undisclosed location, some believe they are still here in Mexico–"
He turns off the television before tossing the remote onto the coffee table in our suite. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, running an anxious hand through his thick, chestnut waves. No doubt, he's staring at dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts.
I don't know if it was the turning of the bathroom doorknob, or if he could hear my nervous, labored breathing, but he abruptly stops, dropping his phone as he fixes his hungry gaze to me. A crooked smile forms as he devours me with his dark eyes, the flecks of copper reflecting in the candlelight.
Butterflies evade my belly as I stand before him, wearing nothing but the white shirt from his tux. I fidget with the cuffs of the long sleeves as they keep falling past my hands. I can feel him watching my body, an innocent awe etching across his face.
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt." I blush, averting my eyes as the oversized cotton material slouches off of my sunkissed shoulder, exposing my bare skin. "I don't exactly have anything else–"
"It's perfect," he croons softly. He stalks closer to me, his hands finding mine. "You really think I wanted to see you a moment longer in that dress?" He chuckles, the warmth in his tone exhilarating my senses.
We fall into a comfortable silence, our eyes locked on one another.
We're finally here.
Him. And me. Forever.
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Earlier that day
“...So as I look to our… to our–” I pause from my neurotic pacing, glancing down at my notes before quickly darting my eyes away once again. I wrote my wedding vows weeks ago, and had no problem memorizing them. But something about today… something is freaking me out.
“So as I look to our future, I vow to… I vow to, um… Damnit!” I hold up my vows again, but with my clumsy, nervous fingers, I accidentally drop the index cards. “Shit! Shit!” I try to catch them as each one floats into various directions all over the floor, some of them finding their way underneath the furniture of my bridal dressing room suite. With a heavy sigh, I crawl on my knees, attempting to reach the ones that fell under the coffee table.
“Happy wedding day–!”
I jump. The sudden chirp of my best friend's voice causes the back of my skull to meet the glass table with an abrupt thud followed by a tearful groan. "Ow!" I fall forward, my face finding the ornate rug as my fingers shield my now-aching head.
"Brynn!" Jenny panics, seeing my body now splayed on the floor. Aditya helps me up, assisting me to a nearby chaise lounge. Marisol fills a tea towel with ice before applying it to the back of my head with care. Jenny plops down next to me, biting her nail in worry. "What were you doing down there?"
I force a cordial smile, holding up a single note card. "Vows," I mutter, the small gesture making me wince from the surge of pain.
"Ahh! Your vows!" Jenny squeals at a higher decibel than normal. "You're finally a blushing bride! Can you believe it?"
"I… I can't believe it." My eyes widen in shock. I'm trying to match my best friend's enthusiasm, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm missing the bride gene. You know; the one that makes you giggle like a schoolgirl at even the dumbest jokes and cry happy, pretty tears at everything bridal.
Me? I think I'm about to hurl.
Jenny grabs my hand, admiring my engagement ring yet again. I blame her pregnancy hormones, and her desire to be locked down with someone. No doubt, she'd prefer Aditya, but at this point, I think she'll take anyone.
"Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton," Jenny singsongs, letting go of my fingers. She clasps her hands dreamily with a far-off daze in her bronze eyes.
I stare back down at the heavy rock on my finger, my arm growing fatigue under its weight. The glint from the sun catches the cut diamond just right, casting blinding fractals in my eyes. I hiss from the abrupt intrusion of bright light to my vision.
Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton, I repeat to myself. "I'm… I'm getting married," I state matter-of-factly as a catch my reflection in the floor-length mirror. "I'm… getting…" my voice becomes softer, more hoarse as I stand to look closer at myself. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton…" I can't seem to catch my breath as I watch my bridal party pop open a bottle of chilled champagne–and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. My voice grows louder, anxious. And terrified. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton… today!"
"Yes!" Jenny celebrates passing me a flute, "isn't this awesome?" She cheers with my glass before I watch the others lift their drinks in my honor. And everyone seems to freeze, staring at me to say something.
Truth is… I have no words. Oh God, what is happening?
"It's… awesome," I choke out, hoping my bright smile will convince them. And convince me. I quickly down the entire glass.
“I’m so excited for you and Sam," Jenny continues to gloat.
"Me and Sam." I take a deep cleansing breath. Right. Eye on the prize, Brynn. Me and Sam. It's just you and Sam. It's just you… and…
“So how’re you holding up?" Marisol takes a seat on a couch, crossing her legs nonchalantly. "I remember I was an absolute wreck at my wedding. Any pre-wedding jitters?”
Jenny chuckles, waving her hand in the air as if the mention of nerves is preposterous. "Jitters? This gal has been dreaming about this day since she met the hottie."
Aditya snickers. He saunters up close to Jenny, wrapping his arms around her waist before taking a sip of his bubbly drink.
I glance around the room, everyone's attention stuck on me. Damnit, I know I'm the bride and today is about me. But does everyone have to be staring at me like that, like I've given them a new hope in love, that love does conquer all, that Sam and I are their new favorite fairy tale?
"Right, Brynn?" Jenny prompts when I stay silent, nodding her head.
“I… feel like I’ve never been more ready for anything." I take a deep cleansing breath before curling my lips into a bright grin. "No jitters. No doubts.”
Jenny claps her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Then let’s get you to the altar–starting with your dress!”
The dress… my wedding dress… right…
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Present
My cell phone rings, the chime breaking us both from the haze of the day. I had put it on Do Not Disturb when we left the ceremony, save for a few numbers. I had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.
And I don't care.
He smirks, nodding over his shoulder. "You gonna get that?"
I step forward, sliding my hands up the firm planes of his chest until I intertwine my fingers behind his neck. I shake my head. "Nothing could be more important than being here with you, being us."
Slipping his arms around my waist, he tenderly presses his forehead to mine. He nuzzles his nose flesh to my skin, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. His mouth is a breath away from discovering my own… when my phone rings again.
He smirks, chuckling at the annoyance and slightly pulling away.
"Damnit," I mutter.
He kisses my temple. "Go ahead," he encourages, "it'll be like ripping off a band-aid." He teasingly spanks my ass. "And then I'll kiss it and make it better."
“Promise?” I snicker, enjoying his hands on me, but reality quickly sets in. My eyes flutter close as my heart begins to pound like a drum in my chest. Just face the music…
I walk over to grab my phone, peering at the screen. I cinch my eyes closed again before swiping to answer the call.
"Hey–"
"Oh, thank God!" Jenny shouts through my speaker. "When you weren't answering, I just assumed the worst–"
"Jenny, I–"
"You guys just left," she nervously titters, "no goodbyes or anything. We went to your room, and–"
"Listen, I can't stay long. But everything is okay. Better, actually. And we're safe. We found another place to stay... You know? Get away from the chaos and the press." I chew on the inside of my mouth. "Can you… tell Moma that?"
"Yeah, of course, but Brynny… are you–"
"Jenny, stop. I promise, I will tell you everything when we get back from our trip. Okay?" My best friend doesn't respond right away, and I'm not sure if my answers satisfy her genuine curiosity.
"I… I just want to make sure you're happy."
I look at the beautiful man sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. And suddenly, I am overwhelmed with feelings of joy as I see our future play out in front of me. With our kids. The business. With each other. And it all finally seems so perfectly clear.
"Jen," my eyes sting with pricks of tears, "I've never been happier."
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Earlier that day…
"Brynn! Brynn!"
Startled, I spin around to see my favorite boys bounding around the foyer. "Whoa, whoa, you guys–" They crash into my arms as I bend down to catch them. I pepper kisses into their handsome curls, breathing in their scent that always feels like home. Gosh, my boys…
Mickey stands tall with his arms behind his back. “Miss Naya told us to give you this!” He pulls out my bouquet of fresh roses, a bountiful collection of gorgeous creams and soft pale pinks. "Tada!"
My breath hitches, taken aback by how absolutely dreamy everything has turned out. This wedding… it… it's really happening. I take the bouquet, the sweet floral notes dancing around me before I turn to look at two pairs of glittering eyes.
"It's almost as pretty as you, Brynn," Mason pushes his glasses up his nose.
"Just like a princess," Mickey chimes in.
“You two look pretty sharp yourselves,” I wink, adjusting Mason’s bowtie before fixing a wayward curl behind Mickey’s ear. "Do you have the rings like we practiced?"
The twins nod their heads in unison, pulling out the velvet boxes. "I promise we won't drop them," Mickey flashes a worried glance.
"Baby," I cup his freckled cheek, "you're going to do just fine." I place my hand on Mason's shoulder. "Both of you."
"Do we have to call you 'Mom' after you marry Dad?" Mason innocently questions.
Mom. The word hits like a brick in the pit of my stomach. I'm going to be someone's mother… not just one person, but I'm going to be a mother of two…
And this is no surprise to me. Afterall, Mickey and Mason are the entire reason I even met this family. I've only known the Daltons for less than a year, and yet, I have been one of the only mother figures in their young lives. When I agreed to marry Sam, it was a package deal.
God, I love them so much. They have given me so much joy, even on days I didn't think I was going to make it. Between the incessant fights and the scandals, these two precious boys have seen me and loved me for me. They were my family long before… well, long before Sam and me…
I can't imagine living a day without a joke or a prank from those two… but being their actual mother? Making sure these two boys grow into successful men?
"Well?" Mickey prompts for an answer to his brother's question.
I pull them both into a tight hug. "You two can call me whatever you want. The most important thing you need to know is I will always be here for you two."
"And Dad," Mickey teases, grinning.
"Right, Brynn?" Mason tugs on my elbow.
"Miss Schuyler," a deep, familiar voice resonates through the waiting area, tearing me from my conversation with the boys. "You are absolutely ravishing, my dear."
"Oh, Mr. Carter, you old dog," I blush as the tall, older gentleman dressed in a neatly pressed tux approaches us. I embrace him tightly as he gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"Well, let me take a look at you," he gleefully laughs, taking me by the hand. He twirls me in a circle, the skirt of my dress flouncing out like a dream. Carter playfully whistles. "Enchanting," he grins, his gray eyes twinkling as his voice grows softer. "You remind me so much of my Evelyn on our wedding day."
My eyes glisten at the mention of his wife. Unfortunately, she couldn't be with us today. Carter says that she has her 'good days and bad days,' I sense the latter outweighs the former, but still the way he speaks of his wife of forty years is precious, the envy of my dreams and future.
I offer him a kind smile, trying to blink back the tears, but I can feel my face begin to flush.
Suddenly, the gentle crescendo of music coming from the chapel notifies us that it's time for the ceremony to start. Carter and I give the boys one more glance, reminding them to walk slowly and to smile. Mickey and Mason hear their cue, and just like we rehearsed, they begin their trek to the altar.
And now... I'm next.
Carter begins to leave to sneak back into his seat, but I grab him by his arm. I start to fidget with the boutonnière on his lapels. "Mr. Carter, I… I… did you maybe… I don't know–"
He takes my hands in his, calming my trembling fingers. "Miss Schuyler, take a deep breath."
I follow his directions, taking a deep gulp of air. "Jitters, right?" I exhale, fanning myself with my hand. "Perfectly normal, right?"
Carter kindly nods, guiding me slowly to the entrance. "When you step in there, find Mr. Dalton's eyes, and you stay focused on them. That's what helped on our wedding day."
"So you were nervous, too?" I glance down the aisle, noticing the twins are halfway to their spots. I quickly step back, my eyes fluttering closed. "And that helped you?"
He curls his lips endearingly. "It helped Evelyn."
"Really?" My eyes widen. "How?
He smirks as he recalls the memory. "We came from different families, you know? And because of that, she was terrified on what was supposed to be the best day of our lives. Seeking the approval of her parents, her family, even some of her friends… It was a lot of pressure on her."
"Gosh, that must've been hard."
"It was," he nods, "but, she said that on that day, she found my eyes… and they said everything that she needed to know."
My heart swoons at the thought. "She saw the love in your eyes?"
Carter coyly shakes his head. He must see my confusion because he gives a deep, hearty laugh. "You are a treasure, Miss Schuyler, just like my Evelyn. A man that loves you will look at you as such, not with greed over what he's getting… but with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked, completely devastated without you."
An overwhelming sense of calm washes over me.
Find his eyes…
You are a treasure…
He sees how much he has to lose…
I squeeze Carter's hands, pulling him into one last embrace. "Thank you so much," my voice hitches.
He nods affectionately. "You feel ready?" He helps me adjust my veil.
"Almost." I bite my lip, stifling a mischievous grin. "Mr. Carter, do you mind… walking me down the aisle?"
The most handsome smile sweeps across his face as he buttons the jacket of his tux. With his eyes glittering down at me, he offers me his arm. "It would be my honor."
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Present
"Is everyone freaking out?" He chuckles, extending his arm for me to take his hand.
I end the call, tossing my phone across the room. "I… don't care," I snicker. "Probably." Slipping my fingers into his palm, he pulls me to his side, my body crashing into him. We both tumble back onto the bed, our grunts turning into boisterous laughter, filling our room.
As our bellies begin to ache and we quiet down, I roll off of him, laying down next to him. We stare at the ceiling, falling into a comfortable silence… that is until I notice him pointing at the textured surface above us.
"What are you doing?"
He chuckles. "When I was little, I used to dream of traveling the world. I tried using my grandpa's old world atlas to map out the perfect trip, and…" He titters, shaking his head with embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"No," I roll onto my side, resting my hand on his chest. "I love it–I love this." I kiss his shoulder. "Keep going."
He rests his hand on mine, softly drawing circles with his thumb. "We had old popcorn ceilings," he chuckles, "kinda like this textured stuff, and so… I'd imagine it was my own world map. And at night, I would plan my–" he deepens his voice like the narrator of a movie trailer, "--international escape."
"Ooooo, show me, James Bond."
I start to giggle as he takes my hand in the air with his, his fingers curling around mine to extend my pointer finger. "Well, over here is us right now in Puerto Vallarta… and…" he moves our hands together, "up here is New York." He starts to blush, shrugging his shoulders.
"How about–" I guide our fingers to another spot, "--London?"
He chuckles. "I'll pack my knickers," he jokes in a British accent.
"And then Paris," I move our hands again.
"Oui oui, mon chéri," he jokes in his poor attempt to sound French, making me bust out into more titters. He guides us once more. "How about Venice?" He points to another area on the ceiling, his voice growing softer. "Or Athens? Or Bali? Hong Kong?"
I brush my nose against his stubbled cheek, whispering in his ear. "And then where?"
He turns towards me, the warmth of his chocolate gaze fluttering to my hungry lips as he places my hand back on his chest. "To the moon and stars?" The air around us begins to crackle, the electricity igniting our nerves as I feel my heart begin to race. I bite my lip, feeling a rosy swirl dance across my cheeks. "Anywhere. Somewhere else. With you."
I can feel his heartbeat thrum hard against my fingertips, the excitement feeding my desire for him.
I love him.
His large hand intimately caresses mine… but then he stops, looking down at my fingers. Feeling the abrupt disconnect, I follow his gaze and quickly notice he's fidgeting with something.
My ring.
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Earlier that day…
I thought I knew what I wanted for my wedding day, but in this very moment as Pachelbel's Canon in D romantically announces my arrival, I am overcome with so much emotion as I look around the room. This is everything I ever wanted: to be surrounded by love. My breath shutters as I try to blink away my tears. This… this is absolutely perfect.
Carter pats my hand gripping tightly to his arm as he walks me graciously down the aisle. "There he is," he whispers to me, "look at him."
Sam. He's as handsome as ever in his gray suit and petal pink tie. His eyes twinkle, roaming my body as I draw closer to the altar. He offers me that charming Dalton smile, and everything seems to fade away.
It's just you and me, baby… Finally… after everything you put me through– I mean--that we've gone through…
I can do this... I can do this... I can–
Without warning, Sam gradually turns towards his groomsmen. One of his old fraternity brother's has made some kind of comment, causing some of them to crack up. During my procession.
Sam seems to be responding to the joke or comment. He subtly leans over, but after a few seconds, some of the men snicker, covering their faces and Sam chuckles into his fist, feigning a coughing fit.
It's fine, I tell myself.
Getting himself under control, Sam looks back to me with a mischievous glint in his eye before winking at me.
It was just a joke– an inside joke perhaps. Probably to help with his own nerves. It--it's fine. Everything is fine.
Just… stay with me, Sam. Please stay. I need to see your–
The twins lean up against their dad as he rests his hands on their shoulders. Together, they all watch me with doting glances… that is until one of the velvet boxes accidentally falls out of Mickey’s pocket. In a panic, he bends over to grab the small package, carelessly backing into his brother Mason, knocking off his glasses.
Giving me a crooked smile and shrugging his shoulders, Sam takes a knee to help the boys out, causing endearing chuckles from the audience.
Those two rascals…
I begin to admire my little mess of a family-to-be… until the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My pulse, without explanation, begins to race as a bead of sweat courses down the slope of my back.
Something doesn't feel right.
I can't help, but feel… as crazy as it sounds, like there's another pair of eyes on me. Of course, I realize I have over two-hundred guests watching me as I finish my march down the aisle, but this? This isn't the same. This stare… it's different. It's piercing, and intimate. And I feel… seen. Exposed. Preyed.
Looking behind Sam's crouched physique, a pair of deep, chestnut eyes feast on my every move. But rather than being filled with adoration or even his typical lust, there's a hint of sadness in them, as if they're watching a funeral procession rather than a wedding.
And for the first time today, my heart flutters as a fire kindles in my belly.
I make it to the altar, Carter placing my petite hand in my groom's grasp. I can feel the desire in Sam's eyes wandering across my body. He gives my fingers a squeeze, giving me another adoring wink… but I can't stop looking at him.
Focus, Brynn. Just focus…
Naya gives us a cordial smile before taking the microphone to begin. "Dearly beloved friends and family, we've gathered here today…"
It's no use. I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as the room begins to spin. Is it getting hot in here? Or are there just too many people?
As Naya continues, I look back to those haunting eyes, that look of betrayal, that look of devastation… and Carter's words begin to replay in my mind. 'A man that loves you will look at you… with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked… without you."
Oh my God… I never noticed this before but… he loves me.
"... speak now," Naya bellows, "or... forever hold your–"
"Wait!" Fuck! What did I just do? The entire congregation starts to quietly murmur amongst one another. Sam clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowing as he adjusts his collar. "I–I'm sorry to interrupt, but… I just… I have a question, and I…" I sigh. "I can't do this–I can't get married unless… I need the answer."
A hush falls over the room, concerned looks are glued on me.
I should just shut up, and go along with this. Isn't that what I've been doing for the past several months anyway with the promise of a happily ever after? Does fairy tale magically happen after we say, 'I do?'
No. In my heart, I know this is the right thing to do. For me.
"Robin?" More whispers erupt behind me as Sam turns back to look at his best man, a pained confusion etching on his handsome features. "Several weeks ago, we pretended to be the wait staff in a restaurant… to, uh… witness a date." Sam raises an eyebrow, looking between Robin and me. "I asked you a question at the beginning of the night. Do you… do you remember my question?"
Robin coyly pushes his fists into his slacks, nodding his head. He exhales heavily, his nose rosy pink with unshed emotion.
My vision blurs as hot streams pour down my cheeks, but my attention doesn't leave Robin. "You… you answered, 'Sure. Sometimes…'" A lump forms in my throat, my timbre growing hoarse. "Tell me, Robin… if I asked you that same question right now, what–what would your answer be?" I choke out a sob, wiping my face with the back of my hands.
He just stares at me. Lost. Dumbfounded. Embarrassed.
I know this wasn't exactly the most opportune time to talk about this, but I also knew this would be our last time to talk about it. Damnit, maybe I was wrong. Carter was wrong. My jitters and my awful gut feeling… wrong.
I look at Sam, his jaw ticking in anger. And he has every right to be. I've made a fool of him, of us.
But I could've sworn I saw something…
"Sorry, everyone," Sam kindly addresses the audience, "we have a case of the wedding day jitters." He fakes a bright smile, the crowd tittering and cooing. At me. Like I'm a joke. Again. Sam takes my hand, but he refuses to even look at me now.
Will he ever take me seriously? I... I don't want to get married like this.
Sam clears his throat, nodding to Naya to continue. "Let's try this again," she chuckles, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of–"
"I lied," Robin blurts out, inviting the chaos to continue amongst the guests. He steps forward, pushing himself in front of Sam. "Brynn, you asked me if I ever thought about us–" Gasps and whispers crescendo in the room as Robin takes my hands into his. "And I told you… what I thought you wanted to hear. I mean, for Christ's sake, you swore you were in love with..." The corner of his mouth curls, his eyes bearing it all before me. "I knew better," he mumbles, falling into nervous titters, squeezing tightly to my fingers. "The truth is… Brynn Schuyler... Hell, of course, I think about us. All of the time. I dream of you as my bride. As my wife. As the mother to my children… I've never stopped thinking about us since the moment I first met you–"
Screams erupt as family members and friends jump to their feet. Naya attempts to holler through her microphone to restore order, but it's too late. Our guests that have come to attend a beautiful, romantic wedding have turned into an ugly, angry mob.
I get lost in the shuffle, unable to recognize anyone around me. My name is being screamed in several directions by several different voices, but it's no use. Terrified, I glance around, looking for a way to safety as everything crumbles around me.
Suddenly, a large hand grabs mine, pulling me through the vocal crowd. As we finally make it to the back of the sanctuary, his lips graze my ear. "Do you trust me?"
A rush of exhilaration floods my veins as my natural smile returns. Are you kidding me? With all my heart.
I nod.
"Don't look back, baby," he chuckles, tucking my arm under his. "Run!"
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Present
"Do you mind, Miss Schuyler?" He smirks, grabbing my engagement ring on my hand.
I roll my lips, trying to hide my smile as I tilt my head side-to-side. "Not at all, Mr. Flores. Please."
Robin slips the jewelry off of my finger before pressing his lips to my now bare knuckle. It was so simple, yet the gesture so intimate; I was finally free.
This man…
Pulling me into his arms, he tosses the ring over his shoulder, an abrupt clink hitting the wall. With his handsome crooked smile, he leans towards me. "Don't worry," he chuckles, "I made him buy the insurance."
"Robin!" I squeal before our mouths meet in a tender kiss.
"What?" He pulls back, cupping my cheek. "I had a feeling."
"A feeling?" I snicker, raising an eyebrow. "That it wasn't going to work out?"
"Ehh, more .." He brushes his thumb across my lips, a serious expression growing across his face. "That you were the one. For me."
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Paint the Night (Colourblind)
Choices Book: The Nanny Affair
Characters: Sam Dalton (m!LI) x Marie Castro (MC)
Rating/Warning: Fluff
Summary: After a two week business trip that took Sam away from his family, Sam and Marie enjoy their night together at the family's hideaway.
Base in Play: 1st
Word Count: 1183
Song Inspiration: Colourblind by Ed Sheeran
A/N: Sam deserves some tender moments and I hope this gives him just that. His character can be dirty and also sweet, so this is exploring that sweetness that is Sam Dalton.
A/N 2: This short fic is part of Spring Fever Pitch and will be posted as the first fic to the Songs about You collection.
Characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry
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The crackle of yellows and orange from the flames that roared in the fire pit danced in her eyes. She could hear the beating of Sam’s heart with her ear pressed against his chest. A gentle breeze swept through causing her to press herself closer to the warmth of his body.
They were lounging on the outdoor furniture that she had picked out for their backyard deck, overlooking the lake. Marie had made her way up here a day or two after Sam left for a business trip that would last him two weeks as he traveled for meetings in multiple cities.
The stress and tension melted away within hours of arriving to their family hideaway. Marie hiked her bare leg a touch higher around his waist as Sam fingertips drew circles on the exposed skin, his hunter green t-shirt that she liked to steal hanging off her shoulder. His deep inhale then exhale brought a content soft smile to settled on her face.
Sam couldn’t remember the last time he felt like the weight of the world was not hanging on his shoulders. He felt — free. No clashing of bright colors fighting for ones attention, trying to drawing you in. No sirens blaring down the streets, or the horns of cars blaring out or the sounds of footsteps hitting the concert jungle, telling you the city was alive.
Here, right at this moment it was soft ripples of the water, their steady breathing and his heartbeat that felt like it would burst because it finally felt complete. Sam looked down, the dark waves of Marie’s hair, highlighting its different shades as the moonlight cascades down on them until it disappears out into the darkness of the lake and woods.
Once he set foot into the home in the city, he wasted no time in getting out of there. He needed his wife in his arms. The way she connected everything that was missing in his life, was something he could never thank her enough for. So he started with this home, it continued to fill with a vibrance that only Marie and their boys could color.
Leaning down, he brought his lips down to the top of her head and pressed a kiss. A gentle kiss that made Marie look up at him, her eyes locking with his. Not a word being spoken between them, no words could ever truly express how she completed his and their boys lives.
Words were not enough. Sam needed to live in the moment, what he felt radiated from his body to the soft touches on her skin. Deep down he hoped that would be enough right now.
“Sam.” Marie whispers, her gaze looking up at him through her lashes.
No, no words yet.
He pulled her up closer, his stare never leaving hers. Drawing every inch of Marie’s features to memory before his lips brushed against hers, a tease then the soft pressure of his lips on hers.
Reaching up Marie’s hand gripped at the nape of his neck, wanting more then the tenderness of their kiss.
Bursts of colors exploded behind Sam's closed eyes, as their mouths moved against each other, tenderly. It needed to be soft, the fire of desire that always burned between them was being kept at bay.
It had no place here. Not here, not now.
Marie pulled back, breaking their kiss. She could still feel the touch of his lips on hers, swiping her tongue against her bottom lip. “Maybe I should come hide out here more often.” She softly laughs. “I’m rather enjoying this Sam.”
This Sam was carefree, no frown lines, the intensity of his stare that he needed for business had turned to adoration, one she hadn’t seen in some time. This Sam was the opposite of the dominating man that made her quiver at the dark intensity of his gray eyes when they stepped into that club.
This one bright and the other dark. She loved both.
Sam lets out a grunt. “Don’t even think it. I miss you too much for that already.” Brushing his knuckles against her flushed cheeks. “Or you may have a point, I did enjoying this, my wife greeting me at the door in only my shirt and then cooking and dancing barefoot in our kitchen. I could die a happy man.”
“Don’t even think of leaving me, us, Sam Dalton.” Marie says.
He chuckles at the pout she gives him. A push of her hands against his chest, letting her untangle herself from him to get up and walk away, just to stop a few feet away from him.
Watching as Marie wraps her arms around her waist, he sits up his bare feet touching the cool wooden deck.
Sam makes quick soft steps stoping when the front of his body is pressing against Marie’s back. Covering her arms with his, pulling her back into him. “I would never.” His words whisper against her ear. “But we don’t know what tomorrow holds, if I were to leave this world, I would know that I was loved and that I loved completely.”
A shiver spreads through her, unsure if it was Sam’s words, the loss of the heat from the flames or the thought of not having Sam in her life. There was an emptiness that wanted to take over this sweet tender moment but Marie quickly shook those thought away, they had time and she was going to make sure that the four of them, five soon, would live and color this world with everything that they were.
Letting her head fall back onto him, the two of them begin to sway to the music they could only hear.
A deep, desired filled tone peppered her skin…threatening to fulfill its promise. “You know I could always make you get on your knees and crawl, if that is the Sam you prefer.” Sam’s lips press against her ear as he murmurs.
He trails kisses down her neck and across the soft tanned skin of her shoulder. Unwrapping Marie’s hand from herself, he takes his hand in hers and spins her out. Her eyes light up as she laughs without restraint
“As much as I love that Sam, that Sam is painted red and along with it, its many darker shades. This, this right here is a blank canvas that we could color any way we want and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”
She settled back to the place she fit perfectly. Sam pressed his hand on her lower back, closing any space between their bodies. Marie’s hand laced into the hand that held hers, curled in and resting between them. Sam was falling deeper into the dark depths of her eyes with the promise of a kaleidoscope of color that they had here waiting for them in their hideaway.
She smiled up at him and that was all Sam needed to crash his lips to hers, the sweetness of her taste clouding everything around them.
The first stroke of color painting the white canvas, started that night.
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Ghost of You (Happy Birthday, Em!)
Book: The Nanny Affair
Pairing: M!Sam Dalton x MC (Anna)
Summary: In the TNA scene we were all waiting for, but never received, Sam comes face to face with an uninvited guest at the Dalton-Russo holiday party.
Rating: PG (Adult language and lots of angst)
Word Count: 1,791
A/N 1: Today is the birthday of one of my favorite people on the planet, @txemrn. I went through a couple of ideas, but none of them quite worked. Then, I decided to come back to this fic that I had started a while back. It was perfect for a couple of reasons:
We found each other, and started our friendship over TNA.
It's angsty, and my homie loves some good angst!
Em, my dawg, my sister in emo, where do I even start? You are such an incredible friend, and I am so very lucky to have you in my life. You always have, and always will be my favorite cheerleader. I will never be able to express to you how much your love and support means to me. You push me to be more creative with all your crazy ideas, and I love that you always ask me to tag along with them.
Please don't ever forget what an amazing person you are, and how much you mean to so many of us. And you are an incredible writer (you know, like burn your grilled cheese good). I know you're my Kris Jenner, but today, for your birthday, I'm going to Uno Reverse you:
A/N 2: I am participating in this week's @choicesflashfics. I chose Prompt #2: "You just don't seem like yourself tonight." The prompt is in bold below.
A/N 3: Thank you to @charlotteg234 for listening to me bitch about my lack of creativity and ideas during the whole process. And thank you to @ao719 for also listening to me bitch, and for pre-reading this.
“Anna, guess what! We just saw the craziest thing...” Mickey called as he and Mason charged toward their future step-mother.
Both boys froze in their tracks when the woman Anna had been speaking with came into view. Mason’s jaw dropped, and Mickey’s eyes went wide. Neither were quite sure how to receive the woman before them.
“Boys… I’ve missed you.” The woman said gently. Anna took a step closer to the twins.
“Mom?!” Mason gasped.
Anna’s eyes went wide as surrounding heads began to turn. “Wait… but I thought… you’re…” she stuttered, trying to process the information.
“I’m so sorry it had to come out this way, Anna. But yes, I’m Addison Dalton.”
“Boys, come on. We need to go find your dad.” Anna placed a protective hand on each of their shoulders.
“Anna, what’s happening?” Mason asked, looking between the two women.
“Yeah, I thought our mom died?” Mickey added.
Addison stepped forward and smiled before kneeling down to meet their eyes. “It’s a long story, but I’m here, and I’m not ever going to leave you two again.”
“Come on boys. Now.” Anna’s tone was stern, as more partygoers started turning their attention to the scene that was playing out.
“Anna, what’s going on? I heard you from the other…” Sam stopped short at Anna’s side, his expression mirroring that of Mickey and Mason’s when they saw Addison.
“Hello, Sam.” Addison greeted him.
“Addison?” Sam’s voice was barely a whisper as he locked eyes with the woman he thought he had lost five years ago.
As Sam continued to stand there, speechless, Anna wrapped her arms around the boys, pulling them close to her as her eyes flitted between Sam and his wife.
Sam’s wife. Just minutes ago, they had been celebrating their engagement. He was moaning her name. Now he was standing there, face to face with the woman who had held his heart, and his name, before her.
“Anna,” Sam’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Take the boys, find Carter, and meet me in the car.”
“But Sam, they’re my boys too and I haven’t seen them-”“Stop.” Sam cut Addison off, just as Mason Senior was approaching.
“What is going on over here?” Mason asked. “Addison?” He gasped once he noticed the blonde standing there.
“Anna, go.” Sam commanded, his eyes never leaving Addison’s. Anna quickly ushered the boys out of the room. “Who are you?”
“Sam, it’s me.” Addison responded, reaching out and placing her hand on his shoulder.
He instantly jerked back, away from her touch. “You can’t be. Addison is dead.”
“All right, that’s enough.” Mason interjected. “We don’t need to do this in front of an audience.” He ushered Sam and Addison out of the ballroom and into a small conference room, Vivian following close behind.
“Now, what is the meaning of all of this?” Mason stood with his arms folded.
“Mason, Vivian… Sam,” Addison started. “I know this seems completely insane, and I promise I will explain everything. But I’m here because I want my family back.”
Sam was pacing the room, trying to make sense of this. Addison was dead, he had identified her body, buried her, raised their children on his own. It was impossible for her to be standing here right now. Wasn’t it?
“Sam?” Addison’s voice was soft as she attempted to approach him again. He held his hand up to stop her.
“This doesn’t make sense. None of this makes any sense.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked around the room. “I can’t do this. I have to go.” Sam stormed out of the room without another word.
“Samuel, wait!” Vivian chased after him, grabbing his arm to stop him. “Are you alright? You just don’t seem like yourself tonight.”
Sam’s head snapped back to look at his mother. “Of course I’m not alright, mom! Can you really blame me?”
“I know, I know.” She placed her hands on his shoulders. “You just take Anna and the boys and go home. We’ll call the lawyers to get this all sorted out.” Sam nodded in understanding. “And why don’t you four go up to the cabin for the rest of the boys’ break, Get away from the inevitable media circus for a bit.”
“Yeah, yeah that’s a good idea. Thanks, mom.” Sam leaned down, kissing his mother on the cheek.
“You call us if you need anything, Sam.” He nodded and made his way out to the car.
Anna was sitting in the back of the limo, trying to field Mason and Mickey’s questions about their mother’s sudden reappearance, while also trying to make sense of it for herself. Suddenly, the car door opened and Sam slid into his seat, dropping his head back on to the headrest and letting out a loud breath. Anna knocked on the divider, signaling to Carter that they were ready to leave.
They rode back to the penthouse in silence, Sam watched the scenery go by as he tried to process everything that had happened. The boys shared worried glances before looking up at Anna. She looked down at them, smiling softly. She knew that no matter what she was feeling about Addison’s return, this moment was so much harder for the three men in her life. She had to be there for them right now, she would worry about herself later.
When they returned to the apartment, Sam went straight to his office, closing the door behind him, leaving Anna and the boys in the living room.
“Guys, why don’t you go get ready for bed. I’ll be there in a minute to say goodnight.”
“But Anna…” Mickey whined.
She knew they had a lot of questions, but she didn’t have any answers. She also wasn’t sure it was her place.
“Please Mickey.” She pleaded.
He nodded and followed Mason to their room, leaving Anna alone with her thoughts. She knew she needed to talk to Sam, but she needed to get the boys in bed first.
Sam closed the office door behind him and walked straight to his bar cart, pouring a glass of scotch, which he immediately brought to his lips and swallowed. He poured a second before stepping up to the floor to ceiling window and staring out at the city lights. His mind raced with one question after the next.
He was buried so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the soft knocking at the door. He continued to stare out the window, not actually looking at anything.
“Sam?” Anna’s soft tone finally brought him back to the moment. He turned and watched his fiance of only a few hours approach.
“Did the boys get to bed alright?” The question fell from Sam’s mouth without even thinking.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “I mean, as well as can be expected. They have a lot of questions.”
Sam let out a humorless laugh. They weren’t the only ones.
“Are you alright?” Anna asked, placing her hand on Sam’s shoulder.
He turned away, finishing his second drink and leaving the glass on the bar cart. “I don’t know.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“What are you going to tell the boys?”
“I don’t know.”
“What --”
“Anna, I don’t know! Alright?” Sam yelled, causing Anna to flinch and step back.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice was small as she tried holding back her own emotions.
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. “No, I’m sorry Anna, I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” He stepped up to her, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.
“No, I know.” She responded. “I didn’t mean to be pushy, I just want to help you.”
Sam pulled back, running his hand over his face. “I know you do, and I appreciate it. I just need to try to wrap my head around all of this.”
Silence fell over the room as Anna watched Sam collapse onto the sofa, running his hand over his face. She knew what a toll this was taking on him and the twins, yet selfishly, all she was wondering was what this would mean for her future with Sam.
“I’m going to go home.” Anna finally broke the silence.
She stepped toward Sam, but his eyes were trained on the floor in front of him. He didn’t even acknowledge her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before redirecting and walking out into the hallway. The sound of his office door closing brought Sam out of his trance, he looked around and realized Anna had left. He jumped up from his seat and hurried after her.
“Anna, wait!” Sam called for her as she stepped onto the elevator.
He made it to the doors just as they were closing, throwing his arm between them. He stood at the threshold, preventing them from closing again. She looked up at him curiously.
“I’m taking the boys to my parent’s cabin tomorrow. When this gets out to the press, they’re going to be all over us. I want to keep the boys away from all that for as long as possible.”
Anna nodded solemnly. “Okay.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “We can talk when you get back… if you want.”
“Come with us.” Her eyes went wide at his invitation. He reached out and took her hand in his. “They’re going to be all over you too.” She looked down, and he used his free hand to lift her gaze back to his. “Please?”
She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and hope. “Sure, yeah, I’ll come.” He smiled, tugging on their joined hands to get her off the elevator. She pulled back, removing her hand from his. “I’ll need to go home and pack.”
“Right, of course.” Sam backed away, placing his arm against the elevator door. “I’ll see you in the morning then?”
“I’ll be here.” She assured, leaning forward and kissing him softly on the cheek. “I love you, Sam.”
He let out a sigh as he lowered his arm, allowing the door to begin to close. “I love you too.”
Sam remained rooted in place as the door closed and the elevator began its descent. His mind raced with all of the things that he now had to figure out. There were so many people that were going to expect explanations, the press, his parents, the boys, Anna; but before he could provide those, he would need some of his own. Why was she back? How was she back? What did she want?
After all these years, he was finally ready to move forward, but before he could he would have to face his past.
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The Choices June Challenge 2023 is now open for submissions.
This month’s prompts take inspiration from nature, food, folklore and happenings associated with June. They also represent the duality of this time of year: summer in the northern hemisphere and winter in the southern.
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The Long Goodbye...
Rating: Mature
Warning: Intimacy, the feeling of loss
Word Count: 3500 approximately
The Long Goodbye…
It was time…
He wasn’t ready, although he thought he would be…
Boys, get your scarves, Dahlia and I are going to take you on a stroll through Central Park, and then we are taking a trip together to visit someone special to you that you haven’t met yet. Saying “special” cut like a heated knife through his heart, but it would not take away from the fact that he is someone special to them, as he was to their mother… another bitter fact that Sam had come to accept. It had taken him time, but he knew that brooding over the fact wouldn’t change a single ounce of the truth that had burned in his mind and heart for some time now.
He had given him time to adjust to his request for his sons, but would that time ever be enough? No way that it could ever be. Although they were not his biological sons, they had made him the man he was today. For if they had not been born, he would never have found it within himself to care more about his own life… It had been their births that grounded him. Watching the pain ripping through Alina as she so bravely pushed each one into the waiting hands of a very proud father, eventually cutting their cords after the desired time she’d ask them to wait… the last moments they would be totally dependent on her alone for their survival finally showed Sam exactly what he had been taking for granted.
Looking back on it made things bittersweet. How could the best memories of his life be stained with untruth? But he wouldn’t allow any deception to taint his relationship with his boys, until they could no longer reside with him he would give them his all. So, today would start their long goodbye… Mini trips to fun locations and a walk down memory lane, ending in the very place he’d discovered his wife in the arms of none other than their true father.
Sighing, Dahlia takes his hand and pulls him into a tight hug. “We will get through this, Sam. It won’t be easy, but we will. This doesn’t truly have to be goodbye. I don’t see that you could be kept out of their lives after raising them to be such fine young boys. Their brilliance and love of life is all because of you. Yes, Alina had her share in giving them love early on, but after… Well, love, that was all you!” He bends and rests his chin atop her head, steadying his anxiety in her firm hold of him. She always did have a way of calming the worst storms brewing within him. “Let’s go, we have a lot of activities ahead of us, and our boys are anxious… “
Once at the park, the boys inquired about every scientific thing that they could think of, from the color change in the leaves, to the contrasting landscape, to why they seemed to react differently to the cool weather… Dahlia had on a wool trench, while Sam just had a knit sweater and scarf thrown over his neck and shoulders, but a thin turtleneck was the only protection against the chilling breeze. The boys both had on their fleece lined jackets with hats, scarves and gloves.
It was fascinating to listen to Dahlia explain the body’s mechanisms for regulating body temperature, the boys eagerly giving their own examples, missing the heated looks between the two adults whose bodies were joined at the sides, arms wrapped around each other like anchors to keep them both from losing themselves in these moments… How would their days be without the energy and life the boys brought throughout their days?
Thoughts were broken as they came across a cart vendor selling the most alluring scented hot drinks and pastries. Answering before the boys’ excitement could settle enough to ask, they followed the boys at a much slower pace to the smiling older gentleman who was reciprocating the smiles plastered on the boys’ faces. As they animatedly discussed which sweets would be best and to see if they could get away with more than one, Dahlia held a quick conversation with Sam which ended in a sweet kiss caught by the boys just as it was ending. “Eewwww, more kissing!”
“That’s what love looks like, young men, now… what can I get for you?” This man reminded them of Carter once they gave a closer look, but maybe it was just his gentle nature that made them think of him. “Well boys, since we grossed you out just now, I’m sure you won’t want anything but a hot drink, right?” Sam teased them, knowing that they’d plead for more and it would divert them from witnessing their mature actions. As they protested, Dahlia nudged Sam to give in just this once and let them have their pick of things to their delight. After drinks and goodies were purchased, their walk continued until they reached the pond and park benches.
“Your dad and I will sit here while you two explore this area in front of us, but stay in sight, okay.” The boys head straight for the carousel, and once on, chase each other around it until they find just the right spot. As the carousel turns, intermittently waving and calling out to the boys, Dahlia turns to Sam with puzzlement over his distant expression. “Do we get to discuss more about this? I still don’t know who this mysterious father could even be.”
He finally turns to look at her with tearful eyes. “I know it’s asking a lot, but I don’t think it’s something that I can discuss right now. I just want to fully enjoy the remainder of our days together as a complete family. I will explain more on the last leg of our vacation. I am, however, anxious to meet your sister! Is she anything like you?”
“Way to deflect from unwanted conversation, mister… but, not so much. Riley and I are two very different people. Although, she did marry my brother-in-law not truly knowing anything about him… That is similar to us, but I knew a lot about you… You just didn’t see that knowing everything about me would change things. But to add more, Riley carried a lot of the responsibility for me. Our parents traveled for work and were hardly ever present in my life. My Grandma Addie was my lifeline… but after she passed on, it was pretty much Riley. I went off to college at an early age, and Riley eventually went off to medical school but left to pursue “anything different” to quote her directly. She was pretty much a professional student, but our grandmother always told us that you can’t ever have too many degrees behind your name. Life played out a lot differently for me, but I do have my Master’s in Chemistry, Bachelors in Biochemistry and Psychology.”
Sam barely heard much of what Dahlia was saying, eyes flicking between her and the carousel, taking in how excited and carefree the twins were. This had never been his childhood, groomed from an early age to be in the public eye, from his grandfather’s prominent status to his father’s need to surpass the image of his father. He couldn’t help reliving the day of their birth, changing their diapers for the first time when handling them both on his own… a bet he’d made with confidence to his wife that he could handle the task alone and with precision, but two blowouts proved otherwise. He didn’t think something so small could hold so much, but they did, and it was like a competition brewing between them already, or their first ever prank. His memory of dropping them off for their first day of school brings a smile to his face, but is quickly interrupted by the boys’ screaming as they played tag after having gotten off the carousel and playfully raced back towards the two of them.
Standing, he reaches for her hand with a sad smile which causes her to pause, but she offers him her hand. Pulling her into him for a tight hug, he kisses just behind her ear as he whispers, “I love you, you know that?” As she leans to try to guess his mood, he kisses her on the lips quickly before taking her hands and kissing them before interlacing their fingers together so that they could continue their evening of fun. Each feels Mickey and Mason slide up against their exposed sides, simultaneously ruffling their hair as the boys protest, “Where to next, Dahlia?” She looks at Sam and says, “You boys up to pillaging and plundering a castle?”
“There’s a real castle?”
“Yes, in the center of Central Park. We have to fight off other pirates as we climb to the top. We’ll need to get to the lookout to search for the potential locations the treasure has been buried. Race you there!”
“Ugh, dad! Dahlia’s too fast! Catch her!” He can’t help falling into the feeling of family and gives chase, hearing the boys yell, “faster, faster, she is getting away!” Gaining on her quickly with his long strides, he catches her at the waist and spins her around. As he begins to lower her to the ground, the boys join in hugging her waist and laughing, “You’re fast, but not faster than dad!”
“Yeah, duh!!! Do you see those long legs! That’s why I needed the headstart! But… since you don’t know the way, my little admirals, you’ll just have to stay close and follow me!” His heart pangs with knowing these are the final moments with his family in this way. He is so thankful that Dahlia is taking charge of this adventure in his stead because he is slowly crumbling inside and fighting hard not to fall weak in front of the boys.
How had he taken them for granted all of this time … allowing their grandparents the better part of their time? Arm draped around her shoulder, he quietly thanks her for all that she is doing today and he shows his gratitude later when they are alone, kissing the top of her head. She isn’t used to seeing Sam in such a vulnerable state and begins to worry about him. She won’t probe him further about it now, just keep the boys occupied to give him this bit of instant relief.
Finally making it to the top spiral of the castle’s tower, they make a dramatic scene of spotting creatures and pirate ships sailing towards them in the icy lake below. “We can’t let them get our treasure, Admiral Mason!” “No chance of that, Admiral Mickey! We have Dahlia and dad to fight them off for us!” Sam makes a display of suiting up in armor and weaponry as Dahlia fires shots from the imaginary cannons and yells back for Sam to man the bow chaser. Brandishing his cutlass, he screams out pirate jargon and then throws grenades as he runs to the cannon to finally sink the closest ships. Celebrating in triumph, they all perform a signature dance move and fall down in a fit of laughter.
Once hydrated, they move on throughout Central Park, making their way back towards Hyland Planetarium, the place where Dahlia had taken them on her first attempt at babysitting them for Sam. This would be another painful moment, unable to be hidden. “Dad, why are you so sad?”
Both boys rush to take a hand, somberly gazing up into his eyes awaiting some response.
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Sam pulls them into a tight side hug, reassuring them that he isn’t sad (a blatant understatement, but a little white lie told to not dampen their moods), but just remembering their happiest moments together (not a lie, but a mask for what he truly feels). As they make their way to their preferred row of seating, the lights begin to lower. After calling out as many of the ones they recognized in competition, the boys noticed a new set they had never seen before, a mirror image representing identical twins. Sam had arranged for the boys to have their own constellations named after them, so that no matter where they were in the world, as long as they were looking up at the starry night sky, there would always be a constant reminder of how much he loved them even though they may be apart.
“Wow, dad! You really had them named after us?”
“I sure did! I even bought you an advanced telescope so that you can help to discover more… even if they can’t be documented, you boys can have the pleasure of writing your own worlds in the stars above.” Dahlia leaned in close as Sam lifted his arm for her to cuddle into him.The tears in her eyes were apparent, but the boys didn’t catch on due to their excitement of air tracing their very own constellations. Dahlia remembers the exact evening Sam discussed the idea with his mother when they visited her for dinner, and slowly the pieces begin to stitch together. This is what had motivated all of these unexpected yet sentimental acts from Sam.
Vivian had discussed having their ceiling mimic this exact view with Liam, and he’d agreed to have the renovations completed by the time of their arrival. She made sure that he knew the things the boys were accustomed to and had already begun shipping things unable to be found in Cordonia out of her need to have some control in this unfortunate situation. Liam was beyond grateful for every bit of information he had been privy to because this was already going to be a major change… one, not even he could be sure that Riley or Cordonia would be openly receptive to.
One last car ride with Carter… this time, both sit up front, after a dare made by Mickey that Mason wouldn’t be able to convince Sam to allow this to ever happen, and if by some rare chance he did, he would stop teasing him about the bedwetting prank he’d pulled on him, never mentioning it again to anyone. He’d teased Mason long and hard over this, making sure to tell anyone that would listen to his comedic rantings, so there was no way that Mason wouldn’t give this a try. To Mickey’s disbelief, all Mason had to do was ask and Sam gave in with a gentle smile, rustling his curls saying, “Just this once!”
His strength had completely faltered, and there was no way that he would be able to thwart the onslaught of questions the boys would have given on the journey home. They wouldn’t continue to believe that he was the nostalgic father he’d previously explained their prior concerns away with. The moment the town car began its designated route to the airport, Sam sank down into Dahlia’s lap, his head heavy and eyes brimming with the unshed tears he had been willing away the entire day.
As she gently stroked his beard, she softly pleaded for him to talk to her. Knowing the details may allow her to comfort him better, but he delays the conversation by planting kisses on her inner thigh through her clothing, moving to place a kiss on her mound before easing his way up to kiss her with such a needy force that she abandons any and all conversation. Unfastening the button with a mere hook of his finger and quickly dragging the zipper down, he buries his face in her crotch, teasing her clit as his hands squeeze her thighs… slowly dragging her forward to allow him better access.
“Sam, I love the way you feel right now, but what about the partition?” Only stopping to lean backward to lock the window access to the back of the town car, he turns and eyes her with such adoration in his eyes that she feels her wetness increasing.
It will take at least an hour to reach the private hanger, where Sam’s plane has been prepped for him to take his family up for the first leg of their air travel. He’s never taken the boys up but feels that this would be the perfect way to ease them into the much longer flight ahead of them. What better way to show his boys how cool their dad is? Their dad…
Desperately needing to get out of his head, he gave her only one instruction, “Don’t make a sound!” The roughness in his kiss suffocated any spurning her mind insisted upon knowing that the boys could potentially hear or see her intimate behavior, soft whispers and cries escaping her. When Sam desired comfort in this way, she knew that whatever was grating on his mind would unravel through the most intense touch he could offer her, and she could barely contain her anxiety to absorb every ounce of feeling that he would pour into her.
He thought that this was finally smothering the feeling of abandonment that haunted him, but her repetitive whisper, “Oh, baby!”, would remind him of the words that escaped Alina’s mouth as he held her, nestled in his lap with each new baby boy held secure in her arms as he firmly surrounded hers… “Oh baby, look how peaceful and beautiful they are!” The push and pull between reality and memory almost proved to be overwhelming, but he would soon remedy this.
Taking her faster would cause her words to falter, only allowing room for her to attempt catching her breath while moaning her elation, but this would only set him back to square one, answering questions he wanted to avoid. Lapping the remnants remaining of her first orgasm, he unbuttons his shirt, hurriedly ripping it from his torso just before leaning back on his knees to unbuckle his belt.
Dahlia is already upright on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants and freeing his pulsing erection, straddling it before he’s even removed the belt completely. A pointless idea now abandoned, he steadies her thighs in his grip as she grinds on him, kissing him with as much passionate energy as she felt coursing through her just moments ago. She feels so damned good taking him as he sits idle, enjoying the feel of her using him to bring a climax and hard release that has her trembling around him, embracing him as she pants so heavily that syncope is near.
Sam is still so conflicted in his heart that his release is stunted each time he is on the brink. Only taking complete control will allow him to escape everything consuming him. Dahlia has no recovery time. Sam lifts her and crawls forward pinning her sideways on the seat as he drives into her hard and fast at first, but slows to give him more time. Both watch as he slowly sheaths himself fully within her, withdrawing at the same pace but lifting upward to intensify the feel of him against her clenching walls.
Stretching her each time as his excitement floods into a near-painful hardness, he finally knows that the time has come to empty all thoughts as he forces himself into her not pulling away any longer but pushing with a deep grind that has her clawing and gripping his arms as he hovers close to her. The buildup to their release becomes so powerful there’s a tightness in his chest and he is almost unable to breathe. One arm holds her tightly against him just below her shoulder blades as his other hand cups her ass, lifting her into his deep strokes, whispering for her to get ready, he’s about to flood her.
She holds tightly around his neck as his grind forces her upward, burying her head until she feels she may scream. “Kiss me, Sam!” He can’t have her talking loudly or screaming. She audibly pouts at his withdrawal, her body now torturously aching to be filled. Unable to protest because Sam repositions and fills her mouth instead, “Take it!” He stretches over her and begins to kiss and suck her orgasm from her as she does him, both grinding wildly against each other’s faces.
Release !!! Finally, a delicious release drowned in barely audible hissing and shivering moans… “Mmmmhm, Sam!!” It takes everything within him to remain silent, but he has to maintain this restraint… The boys can’t know why he so freely agreed to Mason’s request, although this wasn’t necessarily the primary reason. Lazily readjusting themselves and their clothing, “Talk later?” Yawning, her only reply, “Mmmm…” Reaching into the console to retrieve a light fragranced cologne bottle, he squirts a few sprays onto their clothing to mask their adult activities before relaxing back into the seat and holding Dahlia against him as they await arrival at the hanger.
Was this long goodbye truly the best idea? Sure, it gives him more time, but it would still come to an end with the same result… letting go… How the hell was he supposed to do this?
{To be continued...}
#the long goodbye#becoming mrs. dalton#secretaryunpaid#choices fanfiction#choices fandom#choices the nanny affair#tna fanfic#tna fandom#sam x mc#samuel dalton#dahlia schuyler#mickey dalton#mason dalton#intimacy
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Fall Preview Playlist
I am so, so proud of this playlist y'all created! We have over TWO hours of beautiful music that has inspired new fics by some truly incredible writers! Not only will it get you ready for some AMAZING fanfictions, but it's just an amazing playlist to listen to while you're in the car, doing housework, cooking, or even during your workday. It's also a great list to learn some new favorite songs!
Beautiful job, everyone! Thank you so much for participating in MMM's Fall Preview 2022! We had fun--I hope y'all did to! Next week, we will return to our normal routine. Don't forget to share this list to your friends and followers!
We love y'all dearly!
@sfb123 & @txemrn
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@aallotarenunelma
“Silta” - Happoradio; Darker Than Night, Chapter 2 [ILITW; Dan Pierce x f!MC (Rikka Yläkorpi)]
“Elämän laulu (olet runo)” - Jonne Aaron; The Gift of Love, future chapter [ILITW; Dan Pierce x f!MC (Rikka Yläkorpi)]
“Meri, tähdet ja kuu” - Jonne Aaron; Sea, Stars and Moon, future chapter [ILITW; Dan Pierce x f!MC (Rikka Yläkorpi)]
“Behind the Crimson Door” - HIM; Untitled [Veil of Secrets; Flynn O’Malley x f!MC (Jessa Evans)]
@ao719
“Cigarette Break” - Gavin James; Vancross; future chapter (Multiple Crossover Series; Liam Rys x f!OC)
“Wrecking Ball” - Scars On 45; Best Kept Secrets; future chapter (TRR; Liam Rys x f!OC)
“Hopeless Romantics” - James TW; Us Again; future part (TRR; Liam Rys x MC)
@charlotteg234
Don’t Break, future chapters [TRR AU; f!OC (Kelly Carter) x ??)
@karahalloway
“Giants” - Dermot Kennedy
“I Hope You Dance” - Lee Ann Womack
“Speeding Cars” - Walking on Cars
“Mission” - Moon Taxi; (Less Than) Noble Intentions, Part 3: Extraction [TRR; Drake Walker x f!OC (Harper Gale)]
“Let It Whip” - SR-71; Sleepless in New York, Chapter 5: Let It Whip [TRR; Drake Walker x f!OC (Harper Gale)]
“You Got a Small Town” - Dalton Dover; Lone Star State, (future Drake series) Chapter 1: You Got a Small Town (TRR; no pairing)
@kat-tia801
“Hold On Tight” - Forest Blakk; Written in the Stars; future chapter (TRR AU; Drake Walker x f!OC)
“Fire On Fire (from Watership Down)” - Sam Smith; What I Need To; future chapter (TRR AU; Drake Walker x f!OC)
“When You Were Mine” - Night Terrors of 1927 f/ Tegan & Sara; When You Were Mine; future mini-series (TRR; Drake Walker x MC; Liam Rys x MC)
“Feel Something” - Landon Austin; Feel Something, one-shot (TRR; Drake Walker x MC)
@peonierose
“Once”- Maren Morris; Once, Chapter 1: Untitled (TNA/OH AU Crossover; m!Sam Dalton x Addison Dalton)
“I Get to Love You” - Ruelle; You make me see in colors, Chapter 1: Untitled [OPH; Bryce Lahela x f!OC (Luna Auclair)]
Untitled, Chapter 1: Wake Up Little Susie [Nightbound/Hänsel & Gretel AU Crossover; m!OC (Grey) x f!OC (Gretel von Andresen)]
“Prisoner” - Miley Cyris ft/ Dua Lipa; Losing Game [OPH; Bryce Lahela x f!OC (Luna Auclair)]
“Dream On” - Aerosmith
“Fuck Up the Friendship” - Leah Kate
@peonyblossom
“Love (Validation)” - CARYS; Untitled WIP (OPH; Tobias Carrick x f!OC)
“the 1” - Taylor Swift; Willow [working title]; (OPH; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)
“I Know Places” - Taylor Swift; Landry Finds Out (OPH; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC)
“Coffee” - beabadoobee; HWU Coffee Shop AU (Untitled) (Hollywood U; Thomas Hunt x f!MC)
@queenrileyrose
“Love You Like That” - Dagny; Irreplaceable, future chapter (TRR/RoE AU; Leo x MC; Liam x Drake)
“I’ll Be Good” - Jaymes Young; Untitled, Human Contact AU One-Shot about Leo’s Mom (TRR AU; Leo x MC)
“evermore” - Taylor Swift ft/ Bon Iver;; Evermore, follow-up to Exile (TRR AU; Leo x MC; Liam x MC)
@sfb123
“Baby I Would” - O-Town; Untitled, new series (TRR, Liam x Riley)
“That Thing You Do!” - The Wonders; That Thing You Do, one-shot (TRR; Liam x Riley)
“Not Like The Movies” - Katy Perry; Not Like the Movies, one-shot (TRR; Liam x Riley)
@socalwriterbee
Better In Time [TNA; m!Sam Dalton x MC (Marie Castro); m!OC (Wyatt Kent) x MC (Marie Castro)]
@txemrn
”Hideaway” - Brett Eldredge
“Where Do I Sign” - Brett Eldredge
“Where The Light Meets the Sea” - Brett Eldredge; [Final Chapter/Epilogue]
“All I Ask” - Adele
“From Where You Are” - Lifehouse; Never Really Over, working title, future chapter [TNA post series; m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler-Dalton)]
“Brother” - Anna Pancaldi - Ricochet, future chapter [OPH post series; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)]
“Only You” - Parmalee - Pour Two Glasses, future chapter (TRR AU; Liam Rys x MC; Drake Walker x MC)
“Would Anyone Care” - Citizen Soldier; Stay, Chapter 5: TBD [TRR AU; f!OC (Reid Ambrose) x ??; Drake Walker x f!OC (Jodi Walker)]
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The Aftermath
I wrote my first Restart Heart Fanfic ! This takes place after the wedding shower disaster, and the fact Kenneth cheated on MC. Though, I'm using my own MC, Eleanor Dust, for this fanfic.
I thought it would be interesting to explore a different what if scenario that connects to my OC's characterization. Also, this had a lot of lore dumps about Eleanor's character and her relationship with her family, so I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please check out the game and support the dev! @restartheartvn
Content Warning: Psychological abuse, mentions of child abuse, cheating (Because it's Kenneth), angst
Everything stings, and she felt like vomiting - Appearances be damned. Eleanor couldn’t stop the salty tears flowing down her porcelain face. It felt like the world had stopped and crashed into millions of pieces like glass the moment the news of Kenneth's affair with her sister met her ears, and since then, she couldn’t stop weeping until her eyes became red and puffy. To add insult to injury, it all happened during the wedding shower - The day where it was meant to be the most happiest day for her, but it turned into the worst day she had in all her years being adopted into the Dust family.
She choked and sobbed into her white and pastel blue dress that had been stained with her make-up, while hugging her knees as a source of self-comfort. After the chaos that happened in the event, she left to the only place where she felt she could be alone and calmed down after a long day. Not bothering to inform anyone, including her family, where she had run off to. The trust she had on Kenneth and Sarah were turned to dust in a blink of an eye. Any love she had for the former was gone and replaced with disappointment, grief and anger.
Why did he do this to her? She, Steph and Kenneth had been together since they were toddlers. He should know how Eleanor functioned, yet he chose to throw away any chances of him recovering their relationship (if there’s any) the moment he slept with Sarah. Even so, it doesn’t ease the deep scars in the young woman’s heart.
The cold air hugged Elanor’s small figure - almost comforting in a way, as she slowly stopped crying. There were no more tears to continue. And for the first time in a long time, she felt broken and weak. The proud and outgoing persona she had worn like a second skin had crumbled, with only the figure of vulnerability and emptiness left behind. Where did everything go wrong? She thought to herself.
If she had to choose one amongst the collection of memories, she would have chosen the day Arthur had to leave the household - not by choice. He was like a second parent to her - despite working as a nanny for her and Sarah whenever their parents were too busy, he was willing to shower the two girls with care and affection like any parents would. It was one of the only moments Eleanor was happy with Sarah without feeling jealous of her. The white haired woman found it ridiculous that he was more of a mother than her own adopted mother will ever be to her - not that she had complaints.
Her adopted mother always had high expectations on the eldest, mostly to meet the standards of what someone from the Dust family should act like. It was more like she was trying to mold her daughter to mirror what she was today - Strict and always “perfect”, completely blinded with what she’s doing is wrong. Hypocritically, the older woman never did the same towards Sarah and instead spoiling her like she could do no wrong.
It led to many arguments between the married couple, that Eleanor could still hear her mother’s shouting echoing in the hallways. Neither of them acted like a couple - in private at least, but it wasn’t a surprise as it was arranged, and her father never intended to marry.
Eleanor should’ve hated her guts, but didn’t. For all her mother’s controlling behavior, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. If she had to pinpoint how she felt towards her mother, it was pity, sympathy and some fear. Pitying her mother’s toxic mentality from having been raised in such a way, sympathetic about it and the fear of how she would react if Eleanor behaved out of line. The last thoughts made her shudder from fright.
Oh gods, she would do anything to not remember the day her mother shouted at her for bringing a bouquet of Sarah’s favorite flowers that she picked from the garden to show it to the girl, who was sick in bed, back when they were still kids.
Christ, Eleanor still remembered how Sarah cried and begged their mom to not be angry at her older sister despite the coughing fit she’s having. Rather than apologizing to the older sibling for being too harsh on her, the woman placed her attention to comfort the sick and crying girl with gentle coos and whispers that the former would only dream of. Then, another argument ensues between the two adults outside the room.
As much as the eldest tried to desperately understand her mother’s point of view, she would only remember the worst aspects. Eleanor still vividly remembered what her mother always said to her throughout the years of living with. Those honeyed words that had haunted her for years. Wishing to the Gods she could forget all of it.
“I’m doing this for you, Eleanor. Please understand that I love you and everything is for you”
“You can’t eat any sweets. It’s bad for you. Don’t worry, I prepared something healthier for you”
“Please don’t forget to take your vitamins, Eleanor. It’s for your health”
“Sarah isn’t like you, so don’t be selfish. You must be considerate of others, young lady”
She hugged her knees tighter against her chest, in silent cries of those words echoing inside her mind. Never had she felt like a weight was lifted off of her since the day she was old enough to move out of the massive house, but she couldn’t escape the family meetings she had to endure - no matter how much her mind and body screamed at her to not go.
Just when she thought she was going to spend the cold night next to the fountain by herself, she felt a heavy yet warm coat wrapped around her like a blanket to shield her from the outside world. The smell of expensive cologne hits her nose, indicating her who the coat belongs to: Her dad, Lucian Dust.
“Ella…” His rare gentle voice met her ears, but she didn't look up from her position. She didn’t want to show him how broken she had become. The thought of disappointing him overrides her needs to be comforted. “Eleanor, please… Look at me” He begged, when was the last time she heard his voice become vulnerable - almost like he was going to cry.
He had always put up an air of respect around him. Despite having an aloof and stoic face, Eleanor knew that he had a soft heart for her and Sarah. Even willing to use his free time to spend time with his family. It was the reason, she saw him as her main parental figure.
A prideful dragon who valued the people he cared above all else. Even having to waste his time arguing with his wife over her parental methods.
Hesitantly, she slowly raised her head to meet his violet eyes that showed nothing but gentleness and worries from a parent to his broken daughter. Lucian couldn’t care less about his image - even in a place where the 2 families were in, his daughter needs him. He knew her well enough to know where she would run off to, and followed after her without looking back.
If he could reverse time, he would have stopped her from falling in love with Kenneth. He mentally scolded himself for not preventing her feelings bloomed earlier. Now he had to witness the consequences of it.
Seeing her in this state broke his heart. So he didn’t hesitate to embrace her small figure, while caressing her back in a soothing manner the way she liked it. Allowing her to break down into another wave of tears against his chest, while venting out this nightmare as she hugged tightly onto his formal blouse.
“Cry as much as you want, my dear. I will be here with you, always” It was simple, but it was enough for her to feel slightly better. He was her anchor - the hope she held so preciously in her heart besides Arthur.
“I-I’m sorry- I-” She choked, as she held onto him tighter. The desperation and fear of disappointment was overwhelming that it hurts.
“No, don’t apologize” He cupped her face with his free hand, so she would see the firm yet caring eyes he held for her. “You had nothing to apologize for, and it will never be your fault” He firmly stated, as he wiped away her tears.
By the time she finished crying, she had passed out from exhaustion. Lucian gently carried her princess style to his car, then carefully tucked her in the back seat. He can think on what to do with Sarah and Kenneth later, for now, Eleanor was his priority. And no one can pry him away from that.
With a tired sigh, he started the car. His destination was her apartment. Hopefully, her roommate, Chris, would be there.
#restart heart#restart heart vn#restart heart Kenneth#restart heart Sarah#restart heart sugar#restart heart fanfic#angst all around#man do i love complex emotions
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Fic Rec Friday: Good Omens
I haven't done one of these in a while so I figured it was time for another fic rec list! I love lists! Anyway, in no particular order:
The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan - Beauty and the Beast AU (not the Disney version), very sweet, Robin McKinley vibes with lovely writing.
Flowers for Anthony by Atalan - Same author as above but very angsty. Interesting premise (suddenly human Crowley, so kind of immortal/reincarnated lover AU) excellent writing, again. The whole Pray For Us, Icarus series is to die for and eventually has a happy ending.
it's a new craze by attheborder - Crowley and Aziraphale start an advice podfic together. It's too cute and very funny. The author has also written a lovely story about Crowley becoming an uber driver after the Nopocalypse. They're very good at Outsider PoV in both.
Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture - Feelings reveal via Bodyswap, with Casanova Aziraphale and seethingly jealous Crowley wrapped up in superb turn of phrase.
You, Soft and Only by thehoyden - Ineffable husbands fake (and then real!) relationship through the ages.
The Uninvited Guest by entanglednow - love this author and this fic deserves more love. Human AU featuring Crowley sleepwalking into Insomniac Aziraphale's apartment on the regular and a sweet developing romance.
Nanny Knows Best by DictionaryWrites - no GO fic rec list would be complete without a Warlock era Crowley and Aziraphale fic. Interesting commentary on gender roles, parenting and sexual harassment too.
The Slow Show by mia_ugly - Actors AU featuring falling in love on set, veeeery slow burn friends to lovers and secret relationship tropes. Also has industry darling/black sheep making a come back, which is a trope I enjoy. Well written with a lot of discussion of Hollywood and internalised homophobia.
a city wall and a trampoline by kafkian - 5+1 Retirement fic with on point characterisation and mutual pining. And an Anathema/Newt wedding.
A Nanny? In MY Summoning Circle? by pukner - Combines Crowley being demon- summoned and unexpectedly reconnecting with grown-up Warlock. Plus Vengeful Aziraphale. Cute and funny.
Birds of a Feather by idiopathicsmile - Angel courtship and Crowley being dense. "FIX IT, YOU VILLAIN, shrieks Crowley's heart" lives in my head rent free.
stand on the brink of the warm white day by appomattox - Outsider PoV social media fic featuring Cryptid!Aziraphale, David Tennant and the Internet speculating about their relationship status.
Cry for Absolution by forthegreatergood - Crowley thinks his touch hurts Aziraphale. Lovely mutual pining and angst with a terrific payoff.
Running in the Shadows (Damn Your Love, Damn Your Lies) by soft_october - Regency Romance/kind of Persuasion AU. Nice Regency tone and language.
Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm - Crowley goes to therapy. Sad and insightful but ultimately hopeful character study.
Remembrance of Things Past by Fyre - Amnesia fic! By one of my favorite fanfic authors.
The Affair by kinklock - Another nanny/gardener fic featuring the Dowlings and staff gossiping about the Ineffable idiots and their top-secret Antichrist mission meetings.
Anthophilia by FortinbrasFTW - Another human AU, this time they run a neighbouring florists/bookshop and are also old uni friends (exes?), though only Crowley seems to remember... Pining and Second Chance Romance, both excellent tropes and very well written.
Too Wise to Woo Peaceably by Ventriloki (Feral_but_Fluffy) - The obligatory Good Omens Season 2 Ineffable Divorce fic also featuring Muriel being adorable.
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Dishonorably Disrobed
a TNA One-Shot
Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3
Pairings: m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler); m!Robin Flores x Sofia Russo; Mason Dalton Sr. x Vivian Dalton (lol)
Word Count: ~2500
Summary: This is a very loose canon origin story based out of Chapter 20 (the finale!); after the airline loses some important luggage, Best Man Robin does everything in his power to make sure the wedding day isn't ruined for the happy couple... although mix-ups do happen. May contain minor SPOILERS of the finale.
Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞; language; crude humor about sex and anatomy; brief mention of otherwise illegal activity
AN: This is a submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #3: “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” The prompt will be in bold.
A/N 2: Gosh, I already miss TNA... and I miss writing for TNA! I might need to make that a resolution for 2023. 😋 This idea was born from several conversations with a few of my sweet nanny-loving friends... and our natural reactions to Sam's honeymoon "outfit" (pic of said outfit at the end). As always, the characters and some of the storyline are borrowed from our friends at Pixelberry. This is not pre-read or beta'd, so please forgive my errors!
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"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position…"
Ensuring that both of his twin sons were prepared for landing, Sam Dalton finds himself staring adoringly at his bride-to-be, who is already helping them buckle their seat belts.
"Is this going to be scary, Brynn?" Mason asks, his words drenched with concern.
"You've been on planes before, Mase," the former nanny slinks her fingers into his hand as he grips tightly.
"Yeah, but never this plane," he scrunches his eyebrows. "What if they land differently, or–or crash?"
"Buddy," Sam chimes in, "we're not going to crash. Plus Brynn and I are right here with you–"
"And they won't let anything happen to us," Mickey smiles, taking his brother's other hand.
"You know?" Brynn winks at Sam before turning her attention to her future stepsons. "That's a great idea, Mick; let's all hold hands."
As the young Dalton family hold each other tightly, the airplane begins to subtly quiver as it begins the descent.
"Are we there yet?" Mason whimpers.
"Almost," Brynn squeezes his hand.
With a final thud and a sudden lurch forward, the plane is finally safe on the tarmac, making its way to the proper terminal.
"Did you close your eyes, Mason?" Mickey asks.
"J-just for a second," his brother pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I didn't," Mickey beams, "that's because I'm brave–"
Brynn wraps an arm around Mason. "I had to close my eyes, too," she grins. Turning her attention to Sam, "and I do believe your father closed his eyes for a minute."
"What?" The twins shout in unison, Brynn covering her amusement.
"I did not," Sam ruffles the boys' curly hair. "I was just… napping."
The boys bust out with joyous laughter as their father jokingly shifts his eyes, feigning embarrassment.
"But you know what, Mickey?" Brynn announces as everyone's snickers calm down. "You're right. You are brave, but," she pauses for a moment, draping an arm around Mason's shoulders, "so is this guy right here!"
"That's right!" Sam holds up his hand for a high-five from Mason. "You did it, buddy!"
Mickey twists his face before finally nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He playfully puts his brother in a headlock before continuing. "Good job, little bro!" He titters.
Suddenly the aircraft pulls to a gentle stop while a loud chime plays over the loudspeaker followed by the captain's voice.
"¡Bienvenidos, Puerto Vallarta, México!"
Sam smiles in excitement as he looks to his fiancée, then to his kids. "Who's ready for some fun?"
"Me!" The boys squeal together.
"Dalton family of four," Sam pulls out his phone, huddling everyone together for a selfie. "On the count of three, say, 'Wedding'! One… two… three!"
"WEDDING!"
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Sam, Brynn and the twins are shuttled to the hotel where they are met outside by Robin.
"Hey there, best man," Brynn giggles, planting a chaste kiss on his stubbled cheek. "Have you and Sof already been sightseeing?"
Robin combs his fingers through his hair, offering a sympathetic grin. "Eh, not exactly."
Tipping the driver and waving him on, Sam turns his attention to his brother. "Something wrong?"
"Well," Robin collects a few pieces of luggage, corralling the family to head towards their rooms. "Yes and no–"
Sam and Brynn stop, giving each other nervous expressions.
"--but everything is fixable," he assures with a hopeful grin. "We just need to decide fast on what we are going to do."
"Oh, there you are!" Sofia walks up as she's ending a phone call, grazing her slender fingers against Robin's chest. "Good news. There are a few places down in the city that can expedite alterations for Saturday."
"Alterations?" Sam raises an eyebrow.
"Saturday? As in, for the wedding?" Brynn questions.
"Oh," Sofia clenches her teeth as she glances at Robin, "you haven't told them?"
"If you'd give me a chance, dear," he glares at the blonde before turning back to the engaged couple. "They lost Dad's bag."
"Oh no," Sam exclaims. "I guess he doesn't have his clothes then. Has he talked with the airlines?"
"He's practically been on the phone with them since we arrived last night," Sofia nods.
"But Sam," Robin sighs, "this wasn't a bag of Dad's clothes. It was the bag with all of the wedding day accessories for the guys."
"Accessories?"
Robin nods. "Remember? The vests, ties, suspenders, shoes–"
“What?” Brynn snaps. "Why did you pack them together?" Brynn tries to show restraint in her irritation.
"It sounded like a good idea at the time," Sam whispers, shrugging. "We figured... we would be less likely to lose something if everything just stayed together."
"Well, now you've lost everything!" Brynn bites back.
Okay, Brynn, that's a little melodramatic, don't you think? Take a breath.
She clears her throat, fixing a fake smile to her lips. "Please," she sighs, "just make this right."
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Thursday and Friday came with no avail. Brynn was fairly upset about the situation, but Sam, Robin and Sofia made haste in finding replacements for everything while Jenny tried distracting her with various tourist outings.
Unfortunately, nothing matched the aesthetic; the originals were custom designed for this specific wedding. But, Brynn vowed a long time ago that she would never turn into a "bridezilla," and truthfully, she was grateful for everyone pitching in to make something work for her special day.
Luckily, Robin was able to work his magic charm, and around 2:30 on Saturday morning, he received a call that the luggage was found, and could be picked up from a claims center at a smaller airport just outside the city limits.
Several hours later, he was walking through the front doors of the resort with his father's luggage in tow. He was hoping to drop it off at the older Dalton's room before returning to his own for a small nap before the wedding.
As he waits for an elevator, he hears a familiar, husky voice.
"Son?"
Robin glances over to see his parents getting off a lift, hand-in-hand. Stepping towards them, he offers a tired, crooked smile before kissing his mother's cheek. "Hey, Pops, hey, Moma."
"Robbie," Vivian starts, "what are you doing up so--?"
Mason Sr. gasps. "Is that my missing luggage?" Robin brings it forward, showcasing it like a trophy. "Samuel and his nanny will be so excited to see that."
"Here, sweetie," Vivian grabs the bag, "we'll take this up to our room and have it all steamed, okay?"
"Really? You don't mind?"
"Not at all. I've got it." Vivian cups Robin's face, stroking his cheek with her thumb as she lowers her voice. "Now go get some sleep."
Robin appreciatively nods his head as he catches an elevator going up to his floor. He slinks into his room, completely exhausted from his all-night endeavor.
He shrugs off his clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out his phone. He sends off a quick text to Sam.
Happy Wedding day... again. Left you a surprise in Mom & Dad's room for tonight.
Sending off the message, two lean arms suddenly slither around his shoulders, pawing at the hardened physique of his chest.
"About time, Mr. Flores," she purrs into his ear. "Did you get the bag?"
"Mhmm," he hums.
She sighs with content. “I'm so proud of you,” she breathes against his skin.
The corner of Robin's mouth curls as he tenderly grabs her dainty hands, pressing them to his heart. "Sof," he exhales. He lays his head onto her arm, inhaling deeply her sweet scent before peppering her arm with delicate kisses.
"C’mon," she giggles, "come to bed, baby.”
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Several hours later, Sam hurries down to Robin's room to thank him for the strings he pulled to fix the wedding disaster. But, he was met with Sofia instead.
"He's still asleep, but I will make sure he's awake within the hour."
Sam nods, "Thanks, Sofia." He begins to turn on his heel, but stops himself, facing back for his ex-fiancée. "And thank you. For everything you've done to make today special."
Sofia raises her perfectly plucked eye before fixing a cheshire grin to her face. "Don't go soft on me now… Boo Bear," she sardonically chuckles, crossing her arms as she walks back into her room.
Sam snickers under his breath, shaking his head.
"Oh!" She stops the door from closing behind her. "Robin got you a special present for–" she clears her throat, "--tonight. It was something in that bag. I just thought I'd remind you to grab it. No telling what it is with his buffoonery."
"Oh, yeah," Sam nods, "he mentioned it in his text. I'll grab it." He begins to head down the corridor. "See you in a bit."
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With his parents away, getting pampered with massages before the ceremony, Sam was given badge access to their room.
He slides open their closet door, and relief fills his heart. Hanging up and perfectly pressed are his and Robin's vests, their ties along with the boys' suits and accessories. He also found his shoes, perfectly polished.
Overjoyed, he shoots Jenny a text message to let Brynn know that everything is perfect.
He begins to collect all of the items when he remembers Robin's gift.
Where is it? Would it be wrapped?
Sam glances cautiously around the room. He checks the closet again, discovering only one thing left inside, hanging up towards the back.
Did he get me something to wear?
The satin garment is pearlesque white with a very nuptial vibe. Sam pulls it off the rack and instantly feels the intricate detailing of embroidery on the lapels.
It's a robe.
But for me?
He takes off his shirt, and slips it on, instantly charmed with the soft-feel against his skin.
This is nice–like, really nice.
He steps in front of a floor-length mirror, taking in the sight. It was shorter than a typical men's housecoat, hitting him on his upper thigh with three-quarter length, kimono-style sleeves with more filigree stitching. He cinches the robe together, giving himself a good look-over. Chuckling to himself, he starts dancing, swaying his hips back and forth before finger-gunning his reflection.
He notices the garment has pockets, one of which seems to have a matching pair of boxers hidden inside. He holds them up, curiously flipping them back and forth.
These look awfully small. Where does… everything even go?
Removing the robe all together, Sam is very much touched by the sentiments and appreciates his stylish brother wanting to make his wedding night more special.
He pulls out his phone and texts Robin.
Tonight is going to be even more special. Thanks.
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The wedding went off without a hitch. It was beautiful, elegant and romantic, like something out of a fairy tale. The bride was exquisite, and the groom was completely enamored, unable to take his eyes off of his beloved.
Early the next morning, Robin and Sofia walk hand-in-hand down the main hallway when suddenly, Sam's door opens.
"Oh!" Sam exclaims, adjusting his embroidered satin robe upon seeing them. "Hey, you two." He places his arm on the doorframe, leaning against it casually with a smirk.
Sofia presses her lips together, stifling her laughter as Robin's face contorts with pain.
Suddenly feeling insecure, Sam lowers his arm, pulling the lapels closer together to cover his chest. He clears his throat, "Everything… okay?"
"Sam," Robin leans in, lowering his voice. "The fuck are you wearing, bro?"
“Wh–what do you mean?” Sam's large chestnut eyes dart back and forth between his brother and his ex-fiancée. "The robe?… am I not wearing it right?"
"Uh, you could say that. You shouldn't be wearing it at all." Robin covers his mouth as he stares at Sam's appearance. "And she still fucked you? Wearing this?"
"Stop it, Robin," Sofia slaps his shoulder, turning her attention back to Sam. "Men wearing women's lingerie is a very common kink," she winks.
"Oh, but this?" Sam looks down at the robe. "This isn't women's lingerie–"
"Oh, Sam," she condescendingly snickers, "yes, it very much is. I actually have it in red. And those?" She briefly glances down at his tight underwear. "Definitely women's boyshorts." She leans in closely, lowering her voice. "By the way, your meat and two veg are hanging out."
Horrified, Sam instantly pulls the material right around his hips, covering the front of his pelvis. "Robin!" He huffs. "Why did you even get this for me?"
"Me?" Robin blows a raspberry with his lips. "I actually have taste outside of my mouth, Sammy. I would never buy that for myself... or any other man, for that matter."
"You said you got me a surprise for my wedding night!"
Robin nods. "Right?"
"I even texted you about it, thanking you–"
Robin scoffs. "You were thanking me, your brother, for women's lingerie for you to wear… on your wedding night?"
"Well…"
"What part about that seems normal, Sam?" Robin interrupts.
"Jesus, I have not had enough coffee for this," Sofia mumbles.
"So then… what was my gift?"
"Dude," Robin crosses his arms, "we're in fucking Mexico. I got you some fun shit: 150-proof tequila, some psychedelics, and–" he slaps his brother on the back, "El Rápido pills."
"El Rápido pills?"
"Yeah, you know," Robin rolls his eyes. "They give you the most powerful erection ever known to man--I swear your dick grows, like, two inches. You could probably give a black eye with that thing alone." He winks, clicking his tongue. "But the orgasms... Shit, you could literally shoot a rocket to the moon–"
"It is pretty amazing," Sofia chimes in nonchalantly, picking at her nails.
"Well," Sam looks at the floor in confusion, "if I'm wearing a woman's robe and panties, I wonder if anyone opened your actual gift–"
"Boys!"
All of their heads abruptly turn to see Vivian Dalton slowly making her way down the long hallway. She waddles carefully, stutter-stepping and occasionally having to stop with a brief wince of discomfort flashing across her face.
"Mom?" Sam calls out.
"Are you okay?" Robin steps forward, taking her by the arm to steady her gait.
"I'm fine," she wiggles in uncertainty. "Your father however…um, well," she sighs, her voice falling quiet, "we need to go to the ER."
"What?" Sam exclaims.
"Why?" Sofia's eyes grow wide.
"I think your father… took something."
"Took something… like what?" Robin inquires.
Vivian takes a deep breath, looking her children in their eyes. "Now, you boys are grown adults… and you should know that your father and I still love each other very, very much. And we like to express that love physically –"
"Stop," Sofia cringes. "Why is all of this happening before coffee?"
Robin and Sam look at each other puzzled.
And then it hits them.
"Shit…"
"El Rápido pills…"
"Your father, well, he's had… quite the appetite." She shifts her weight, her face flinching from an unseen ache.
"And now, his, um, appetite doesn't seem to want to… go away," she nervously chuckles.
"Goddamnit, Robin…" Sam mutters, glaring at his brother. "I swear–"
"Um, Samuel dear?" Vivian interrupts the banter. "Why are you wearing my robe? And are those… my unmentionables?"
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The Nanny Affair Masterlist 2023
✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart
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January 2023
The Long Goodbye ✒️Ⓜ️| m!Sam Dalton x f!mc - @secretaryunpaid
February 2023
Bad Habits ✒️| m!Sam Dalton x F!MC - @socalwriterbee 18+
March 2023
Better in Time (Series) | TNA MC x M!OC - @socalwriterbee Chapter 4.5: The Freakum Dress ✒️
Paint the Night ✒️| Sam Dalton x MC - @socalwriterbee
May 2023
Paint the Night ✒️| Sam Dalton x MC - @socalwriterbee
October 2023
To The Ballgame ✒️ | Sam Dalton x F!MC - @socalwriterbee
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Christmas Romance ✒️🌟| Sam Dalton x MC - @eadanga
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Looking for prompts to inspire your creativity?
The Choices January Challenge 2023 has 93 prompts for all types of content: fics, art, moodboards, edits, playlists, videos and whatever type of content you want to create!
Inspired by Janus, this month's Choices Challenge features two daily prompts that are antonyms or opposites, and one prompt that represents common New Year resolutions.
Does your MC or OC enjoy tap dancing for fun? Write a fic about their hobby for Day 7.
Your favorite Choices friends group needs to relax after a hectic holiday season. How about Spa Day social media edits? (Day 12 or 17)
Your MC and LI are stuck in a tight situation and struggle find a way out. Tell us what they do (Day 10 or 28)
The kids/roomies/LI are away and your MC savors much needed quiet time with a good book. (Day 15)
The prompts are designed to work for any fanwork situation.
REMEMBER: If a prompt inspires your train of thought, go for it. The actual word doesn't have to appear in the final work (but should be mentioned in the author's note).
You also don't have to follow the prompts chronologically. Content for the Day 1 prompt can be submitted on Day 31 if that's when it inspired you.
Check out the full list of prompts and submission guidelines.
And follow @choicesjanuarychallenge to catch up on all the great submissions from the fandom!
Can't wait to see what everyone creates. ❤
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Happy Halloween!!
Not a trick...
But a treat (hopefully) getting back into this little tumblr life!
Many, many WIPS to get back into and questions to answer. I swear I haven't forgotten those asks!
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Hey there! In an attempt to spread some Writer Positivity, I'd like you to share five (or more, if you'd like to!) memorable quotes by your characters, across your fics!
They can be fun, silly, romantic, anything that exemplifies your writing!
Thanks for sharing <3
OMG I love this ask, thank you so much for sending it!
The first one was a no-brainer, it's from a one shot I wrote called Housewarming Heart to Heart. The story gives some much needed closure to the MC/Drake romance arc, for those of us that chose Liam, and the quote is from Drake:
“When you and Liam told us about your engagement. I was so happy for both of you. And that’s all I felt. There was no jealousy, no sadness, I was just happy for my friends. That’s when I realized that I do love you, but in the same way that I love Liam or Savannah. As a best friend, as family.”
I have so many mushy/dreamy Liam quotes that it was hard for me to just pick one (I could have easily just done five of those). But I chose one from a two part story I did called Last Call.
“Love, I am positive without a shadow of a doubt, that no matter where our lives took us, we would have met. And do you know why I am so certain?” She shook her head, “Because you and I were put on this earth to be together. We exist for each other. That just happened to be the time and place where all of the stars aligned, and our lives became complete.”
One of the things I love to do is fix canon's dumb shit. Like I did in my story, The Final Goodbye. Here is a Riley quote from a much needed conversation with Liam toward the end of his engagement tour with Madeleine.
“Liam, remember during the social season, all of the times where we would sneak away, or you’d spend an extra couple of minutes with me? You would always tell me how you were being unfair to the other suitors, and you were breaking the rules.” He nodded, a small smile playing across his face at the memories of their time together. “Your feelings for me were making you do things that you never would have done before. That’s what this engagement tour has been for me. I made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would never be ‘the other woman’, I would never come in between someone else’s relationship…”
“But you were never…”
She put a hand up to stop him from finishing his sentence. “…I was never the other woman, because your heart belongs to me. I know, that was your way of rationalizing it, and I love you so much that I started seeing it that way too. I would make excuses, that it was only temporary until we found Tariq, that Madeline had told you it would be ok. And I know she did, but I shouldn’t have been ok with it. I compromised who I was, who I have been my whole life, because of my feelings for you. That’s not ok.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Liam, I want to be with you, more than anything, but not if you’re married to someone else. I deserve to be the only woman in your life, and on your arm, for show or otherwise. If you can’t give me that, I need to walk away.”
Okay, another Riley quote, this time from my series Sapere Aude. It's a perfect snapshot of her relationship with Liam. They are always there to be the strength for the other when they need it, and to remind each other that they can get through anything together.
That’s why we’re going to take them down. Together. Just like Anton, just like Auvernal, just like Barthelemy, just like any other enemy that has ever, or will ever come our way. We are the King and Queen of Cordonia, Liam and Riley Rys. We are a force to be reckoned with.
Finally, I had to go with one more sappy Liam quote. This one is from a one shot I wrote called Stealing Moments.
“Love, I can honestly tell you I have never been better.” He placed a hand on her cheek. “Do you remember our first date? During the social season?” She nodded. “You asked me what my dream was, and I told you I wanted a real family, one that was close and listened to each other.” He paused, staring deeply into her eyes. “I have that, because of you Riley. You’ve made my dream, my heart’s desire, come true. Going into my social season, I had all but given up on falling in love, and assumed I would simply marry for duty. Then you uprooted your whole life to give me a chance at happiness. I will never be able to tell you how truly grateful I am for all that you have given me.” He placed a lingering kiss on her lips.
And for a bonus quote, I wanted to throw in something from one of the few TNA fics I've written. Everyone loves a good MC/twins moment, so I wanted to share this Mason quote from a Valentine's Day fic I wrote, Roses are Red.
“Dad says that on Valentine’s Day, you’re supposed to show the special people in your life how important they are to you. Besides dad, you’re the most special person we have.”
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[Optimus Prime x Reader] Love you to the Cybertron and back
Warning: Prohibited substances, addictive substances, readers are old enough to be aware of their behavior
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Hi, this is my second time writing fanfic about Optimus. Big daddy makes me feel like there are never enough stories about him. Hope you enjoy this story
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What is defiance?
In my opinion, that's when you know both of you can't be together but still want to try to get to the other person. Whether it's a 0.000001% chance, or when you know for sure that your future will be nothing but pain and separation, but you still run towards that person like a cow, just to have can see their smiles.
It is often said that one-sided love is the feeling of pissing yourself in the foot. Outsiders see you as stupid, but you feel so warm. And I must have been a real idiot when I fell into an unrequited love affair with a giant alien robot.
But I mean who can NOT love that perfect bot ? Look into those blue eyes that sparkle more than any gem in the world, as deep as the ocean and brighter than the sky on a sunny day; listen to the quiet but serious sound, sometimes too gentle when interested in you; and his thoughtful look when thinking and worrying about everyone. God, it's HARD not to fall in love with such a perfect Optimus Prime !
I secretly thought so while doing my homework on my laptop. The words in the content of the exercise gradually deviate to "I love Optimus so much, why are you so handsome when you walk or sleep or sit, oh my lord, a gift from the Creator, perfect gentleman, destroyer of women hearts...". Suddenly Miko appeared behind me, the mischievous little girl curiously looked at her laptop and asked:
- Hey, what are you doing ?
Startled, I quickly folded the machine in but it was too late. Miko gave me a sly smile that made my face heat up, it felt like I was just caught watching gay porn tagged a man with a pink nipple in a public place, no more human rights. She nudged me on the shoulder with a know-it-all smile and then ran off to tell Bulkhead and Wheeljack..
Now the whole base, even Agent Fowler, knows I have a crush on Optimus. Fowler's eyes were looking at me like he saw me dressed up as a bush, holding an AK and saying "I'm going to fuck your mother"...
But the gods had mercy on me, so the only person who didn't know I had a crush on Optimus was that lovely Prime.
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My guardian is Optimus.
The reason? Ratchet is too busy with data, supercomputers or whatever and always says "I needed that!", Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead all already have someone else. I'm twenty years old, older than all of them, and don't go to the same school as the kids. Although Optimus is too busy to be a nanny, he still tries to make time to pick me up every day. He even thoughtfully cares for me when I'm in a bad mood by rubbing my head with his giant fingers - something no one has ever done to me. Normally, people around me tend to ignore my negative emotions but He is different, He is willing to listen to me when I am sad, praise me when I achieve something and obviously I it was not wrong to fall in love with him at first sight.
I won't confess that I struggled by rolling around on the ground just to have Optimus as my personal guardian instead of any other bot. Surprisingly, instead of trampling me, he actually agreed.
Excellent !!
Gradually, we shared a lot of things with each other. I am an extrovert, active and creative, and always have no shortage of stories to share. Optimus Prime, Autobot leader, part time introvert, loves to listen to my story and then, can talk to me about Cybertron's history, its golden age and I'll share it with him about my home country, which suffered from invasion and division by hostile forces but united to fight for independence, freedom and happiness for our people despite suffering many losses and pain. At those times, Optimus often listens with a contemplative face, and he praises people of my country, at that time I saw a little sadness in his eyes, mixed with longing. Perhaps, He also longs for peace will return to the land of Cybertron.
I know that Optimus is responsible for the fate of his entire planet, so I don't want him to be bothered by my little love. Just being with him, I'm satisfied, I don't want to ask for anything more and always tell my heart to remember that. I just need to see Optimus every day, hear him speak, touch him, be cared for by him and I will be happy and happy. But sometimes, I will also be selfish and greedy. I could pretend to be weak and stupid just to be with him a little longer, to feel the soft, cold touches of metal as he pats my head, inhaling his scent. If the sun, the sky and the stars smelled, it would be Optimus
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Our lives are not always peaceful. Decepticons, MECH, battles that almost took my love away from myself so many times. Remembering that time when I saw the blue color in His eyes gradually fade away, I felt like I had died according to that light.
My heart constricted violently, I felt suffocated, my eyes blurred, engulfed in an endless despair. If my human heart could be used to save Him, I would pull it out myself just to see that clear blue light one more time. I realized that I loved Optimus so much that I didn't even know it, and I prayed to the gods to take me away in His stead, if He could rise again, I wouldn't hesitate to show my love off. Show my love to Him regardless of the outcome.
Maybe it was luck, maybe it was because the gods heard my prayer, the team found a way to revive Optimus. The moment I saw His Spark light up, I burst with happiness. It was only when Optimus raised his giant arm to lightly touch my face that I realized it was already wet with tears. Tears of uncontrollable happiness rolled down her cheeks, falling one after another. I hugged those giant fingers tightly, laughing in a choked sob :
- Welcome back, Optimus.
He replied to me with a warm smile:
- I'm back.
No need for fancy or fancy words. I love Him through such simple words.
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After Optimus returned from the dead, he seemed… more strange? I'm not sure if my hunch is correct as he and I have been glaring at each other for more than thirty minutes. Strangely speaking, because normally only I look at Optimus, slim waist, long legs, big butt, handsome, who doesn't like it? But it's very strange for Optimus to look back at me, it's like being reciprocated by a crush, most of which is due to high drugs that give rise to hallucinations.
While I was wondering if the 8 funky balls that I had hidden from Optimus to use on New Year's Eve had any effect on my nerves, he approached me. The speaker, while I pricked my ears to hear what else these 8 funkey balls could make me hallucinate.
- The moon is beautiful today, isn't it?
If it's so illusory, it's definitely a drug...
As a natural reaction, everyone raised their heads to look. Oh, it's the base roof of metal bars and rocks. Then everyone turned their gazes to me. I gulped, chuckling.
- Yes, it's beautiful.
Ratchet looks at me like crazy while Jack and Miko come over and touch my forehead. Jack frowned :
- Strange, no fever at all.
Miko continued:
- Tell me the truth, who sold you drugs?
My forehead had blue veins, picked up these two demons' ears, and whispered in a loud enough volume for them to hear:
-If you two are still babbling, I'll tell Arcee and Bulkhead about how you two tried to buy marijuana and use it. And believe me, Ratchet will let you both listen to lectures 24/7.
Miko pursed her lips, while Jack nodded vigorously. The secret we secretly played with banned substances was something that we swore to live with, carry with us when we died, even if Megatron put a gun to the head, we couldn't tell it out. Suddenly, Miko seemed to think of something, she leaned into my ear and said :
- What Optimus said seems to be quite common in my country. It is a kind of confession where one person says "The moon is beautiful tonight", then if the other responds "The wind is also very gentle", it means yes.
-So Optimus is secretly confessing to her?
- Exactly, Jackie!
The two of them didn't make an appointment, but they both smiled at me. I blushed, my mind still echoing Miko's words. But what if this is just a coincidence? Or just a fleeting illusion of a hopeless unrequited love?
A voice in my head : What if it is true ? What if Optimus loves you the same way you love Him? You deserve this hope of love. Go ahead girl, conquer that perfect bot !
Sink Or Swim . It's not the first time I've been rejected anyway...
- Optimus !! - I shouted - The wind is very gentle today too!!
Fuckfuckfuck I'm going to die !!!!!
Now it's not just Ratchet, but Arcee, Bumblebee, Raf and Bulkhead all looking at me like I'm crazy. Miko and Jack covered their mouths with laughter. I was like a balloon that had been deflated, and my whole body was limp. Embarrassment, shyness, ... mixed emotions in me, but my eyes were still fixed on that red and blue bot.
And He smiled
Striking giant strides toward me, Optimus knelt down, holding out his hand. I jumped up, clinging to His big fingers while Optimus led us both out of the center of the base, to a deserted place just the two of us. Whisperer:
- Can you say it again?
- Say what again? - I laughed and asked in return - Saying the wind is also very gentle, or do I also love you very much?
For a moment, I heard the rumble of an engine. Optimus's metallic skin, which was once cold, was now unusually hot. I looked him straight in the eye, and my heart fluttered with strange joys :
- I've loved you since we first met and always will. So, venerable Optimus, can you assume that you feel the same way about me ? Do you feel like me?
- I have always loved you, but I am afraid, afraid that my enemies will try to harm you when they know this. But after coming back from the dead, seeing you cry, I understand that I can't lie to myself anymore. I swear on the honor of Primus and my Spark, I love you.
I tiptoed slightly, placing a kiss on Optimus' lips. Needless to say, I'm already satisfied. I know that our love will have to go through many obstacles, but what do we do when we have already fallen in love with each other...
Let's put the worries away for now, and enjoy this sweet moment a little more...
Love you to the Cybertron and back
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