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cariantha · 8 months
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Because I've seen so much hate already, I've been nervous to share my excitement about this. But I will no longer be ashamed! I'm so freaking excited for this. Judge me if you want. I don't care. I live for this TNA trashy drama.
The only thing that would excite me more is an Open Heart reboot from Ethan's POV.
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socalwriterbee · 1 year
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The need to see this for myself was strong, so I messaged PB and the response looks like a generic one for now.
Please let it be in the hands of some ACTUAL FANS of TNA
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Because there is never enough Sam Dalton, Mason and Mickey and Robin!! And because this is Sam’s POV there should be more Robin 😉
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Would there be information in the upcoming newsletter?? I want to know
tagging: @peonierose @cariantha @dont-stop-reading @txemrn (I know you’ve seen somethings and your excitement has me excited)
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Sent by anonymous
‘I hate when there are gender choices for LI’s, and when people don’t like the male LI’s (Sam Dalton for example), they’ll scream from the rooftops about how toxic and horrible he is and say that his behavior is unacceptable……but if you play with the female version of the LI, then it’s ok. I’ve seen this said so many times about these characters. Misandry is real too and the amount of it here is extremely appalling and just goes to show the massive double standard and hypocritical mindset.’
POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!
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txemrn · 1 year
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Somewhere Else
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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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"... 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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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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"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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masked-alien-lesbian · 7 months
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Reagan Thorne, Sam Dalton, Callie/Cole Stone...why are all the billionaires able to fly a helicopter??? Is that just a requirement when they turn 18 or something? Gotta go get my helicopter license, and then maybe, idk, feeling cute, might cheat on my wife some
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If Sam and MC had a baby they’d burn down the entire city because they had a gender reveal party.
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cadybear420 · 1 year
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Like and reblog if you believe HSS special date and holiday side stories (similar to the TFS side stories) are a better side story idea than The Dalton Affair
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angely-cristal · 8 months
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zhoras-bitch · 1 year
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I was gonna tear the TNA spinoff idea apart until I realized. If we get to play as Sam Dalton. That means we get to be Sofia Russo's fiancee.
Anyways, The Dalton Affair is an 11/10 idea most anticipated book of 2023 PB please take my money.
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sfb123 · 1 year
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Ghost of You (Happy Birthday, Em!)
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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:
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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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cariantha · 1 year
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Is it silly that I'm hoping this will be a TNA baby spin-off?🙏🏼
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@nannyforhire Any thoughts?
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socalwriterbee · 7 months
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To The Ballgame
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Choices Book: The Nanny Affair
Characters: Sam Dalton x Marie Castro (MC) Mickey Dalton, Mason Dalton
Word Count: 1577
Rating/Warning: Teen, Fluff
Summary: Sam takes the family out for the day, hoping to give the boys and Marie a day they would never forget.
A/N: Finally able to finish a WIP and I am so excited that it is to accompany the amazing artwork from Ainna on Instagram that I shared earlier (check it out here)
To say I was in a slump would be an understatement!
A/N 2: Please excuse any errors! As always the editor was not her normal self.
Characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry
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“Boys, let’s go”
I call up to my sons, Mason, and Mickey, from the bottom of the stairs for what seems like the hundredth time. I had a surprise for the four of us, the baseball season was coming to an end and the chances of the Bronx Bombers making it into the postseason were not looking so hot but that did not stop me from going all out.
Oh, and Marie’s hometown team from LA was in New York, giving her a team to cheer for, it was sure to get me some brownie points for what I planned out, I sure could use those at the moment.
Ready to call out for the boys again, having no clue at what could be taking them so long, they were already dressed. Mason, Mickey, and I opted to wear the all-gray New York jersey instead of the classic Pinstripe, something a little different for our last game of the season, so really the three of us should be waiting on Marie. I’ll never say that out loud again.
Turning and taking a step up at the sound of something one of the boys yelled out, my face lights up at the sight before me, Marie making her way down the stairs, a smile on her face, her chestnut hair cascading down just past her shoulders, wearing the classic LA Dodger Blue cap to go with the white Dodger jersey and denim pants that hugged all her perfect curves.
“You look breathtaking Ms. Castro.” I work my gaze back up to her the moment she stops with a step or two between us.
A small laugh escapes from Marie and she turns so I can continue assessing her outfit. “Even decked out in the other teams’ colors Mr. Dalton.” She arches an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth lifts in smirk at me, tossing her black jacket over her shoulder before she stops in front of me again.  
My smile widens, I take another step up the stairs, closing the space between us just a bit more. I reach out and wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me. Marie throws her arms over my shoulders and leans in to press her lips to mine.
Returning her kiss with a light press of my own, my lips faintly pressed against hers. “It’s a good thing you have that jacket to cover up a highly questionable choice in team.”
Marie throws her head back with a laugh. “Hmm… says the one with—” She begins tracing the letters across my chest. “Guess I can’t hate the jersey too much.”
My eyes widen at her words. “Are you saying that you actually like our team?” I say teasingly, knowing well enough that she would cheer on any other team before my beloved Yankees, even the one down in Boston. I almost shudder at the thought.
“I would never join the Evil Empire.” Marie says before placing another light kiss on my lips. “Never, but back to the boys, they are looking for their baseball gloves. We were looking everywhere in the room and could not find them. So, I came down to see if maybe you had seen them...”
My head drops, clearly, they forgotten we had set them on one of the chairs in the family room so they wouldn’t be looking for them at the last minute, like they were now.
“They were down here the whole time, weren’t they?”
I nod.
“I’ll go get Mason and Mickey so we can go.” Marie says.
Watching as Marie makes her way back up the stairs to grab our boys, she stops and looks over her shoulder. “If we forget to tell you, thank you Sam.”
It was the simple things that we did has a family that brought joy to my boys and Marie, even when I tended to add a little bit more to make it more extravagant then necessary. Something I couldn’t help.
And the three smiling faces I saw as we made our way to the waiting car would be worth the little extra in the end.
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The noise that came at us as we made our way down field was like no other, the sound of balls hitting against the leather of a glove, the music playing around the stadium and the chatter of other New Yorker's and a few transplants going for their respective team, mixed with Mason and Mickey’s awe as they pointed to their favorite players they saw warming up, of course this was after stopping at the concession stand to get Mickey some popcorn, that boy couldn’t wait.
As our guide led us all the way down the steps, passing our seats, to the small door next to the dugout and opening it, waiting for us to walk on the dirt of the batting box. The boys looked back towards me and Marie, “Dad.” “Sam.” Mason, Mickey and Marie said in unison surprised shock lit up their faces.
“Go on. We’re meeting some of the players before the start of the game.” My smile grew wide almost ear to ear at the excitement that the boys display as the set foot onto the field. Marie giving my hand that’s entwined with hers a gentle squeeze as she ducks her head to avoid the netting and takes a step onto the field with me right behind her.
Mason and Mickey run towards a couple of the home team players they see with our guide right behind them. I could see the animation in them as they talk and get autographs and get ready for pictures, those kids were fast, I even caught them asking for one of the players to hit a home run.
“They love this Sam.” Marie whispered in my ear.
“It was nothing.” I reply.
At that, I receive an eye roll from Marie. “Only you would say that, but it is something, look at them, look how happy they are and what makes it something is they get to experience this with their dad, not the chance to meet their favorite players but the time they are spending with you.”
Marie’s words spreads warmth in me and I fall more in love with her, not knowing that was even possible and yeah seeing the look on her face and Mason and Mickey’s was something.
I did have another little something up my sleeve before it was spoiled by one of the LA Reps waiting off to the side. “You know we are not just here for the Bronx Bombers.”
A quizzical look settles on Marie as she turns to face me. “What are you saying?”
“I was able to pull some strings so you can also meet some of your favorite players too.”
Before I could get anymore words out, I feel Marie wrap her arms around me and gifts me with a kiss on my cheek. “You didn’t have to, you know, I would have slipped on over there anyway.”
I laugh, knowing that definitely would have happened. “I know. But this way we..” I pull her closer to me. “don’t get kicked out for you getting a little too excited with the players and banning us from the ballpark before the game even begins.”
Marie gives me that innocent look of hers at calling her out. “Thank you. Mason and Mickey will never forget today, now go--.” Marie gently pushes me towards my boys. “I’m gonna go meet my future husband over there.” Marie winks at me with a little smirk before heading to the opposing dugout.
Knowing she is only joking, that still doesn’t stop me from looking over my shoulder as I head over to the small group that has gathered around some of the New York players and spot my boys getting their gloves signed.
There was nothing like being on at the baseball field on a Sunday afternoon, the sky a bright blue with sparse clouds and the sun making it just perfect. After spending some time talking, taking pictures and getting autographs, the four of us stand at home plate I looked down at Marie, catching her looking up at me with a smile on her face that I return, Mason and Mickey one on each side ready for the picture that will capture this happy moment forever.
Lost in the whiskey color of Marie’s eyes, I almost missed the photographer asking if we would like to look at the picture. The empty feeling of losing Marie’s touch as she made her way towards the photographer brought me back to the now.
The boys and Marie look down at the screen of the camera to see the captured moment. A chuckle escapes from Marie as she looks on, ruffling the hair of Mickey as he shoves more popcorn in his mouth.
Standing next to them, I look down and see our family photo. The four of us standing at home plate with the outfield as our backdrop, Marie and I locked in a look that can be described as loving. Mickey being mischievous, his signature style and Mason the only one of us ready and waving at the camera.
Marie and I both look up at each other at the same time she speaks before I could say anything. “I think this captures us perfectly.”
I couldn’t have agreed more.
Now every time I walk by and see our family outing, it brings me back to that day our little family was happy.
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playchoicesconfessions · 10 months
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Sent by @cadybear420
‘I am 100% sure that if Sam wasn't GOC, they'd have had MC become pregnant right in the very first book. And Jenny getting pregnant by Aditya honestly only makes me even more sure of that theory. In fact, since TNA is already cliche YA trope hell, I'm very convinced that PB only made Jenny and Aditya have an affair for the sole purpose of getting that accidental pregnancy trope into the story as well. After all, it's clearly pretty lazily inserted into the story with how absolutely useless and insignificant it is– like, you could remove it and lose nothing important about the main story. It's literally just a proxy affair for the accidental pregnancy trope.’
POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!
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txemrn · 2 years
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"Mommy!"
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After celebrating M&M's birthday in today's TNA chapter (and with that ending!), how do I not share this amazing fanart I got a few weeks back? Towards the end of the summer, I had the opportunity to meet and commission the very talented @/lizbyart (Check her out on IG). I shared with her my idea, based off of my fic The Home Team, and y'all...
SHE NAILED IT.
Not only is she incredibly gifted (the emotion and the love shared between Brynn and the twins is so palpable, so visceral! 🥰), but she is a joy to work with, keeping me in the know the entire time and making sure I was happy with her progress.
And our fun didn't stop there! We were featured last week by Choices for Fan Art Friday on IG and FB, which was a fun little treat!
Thanks, Liz, for being so amazing, bringing my story to life! Aaaaaand I can't forget @rookiemartin! You are the one that inspired this idea! Thanks, love! 💜
🚨 This is a paid commission; please do not copy or alter any aspect of this art without permission.🚨
An excerpt from The Home Team:
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“Mickey?” She yells out, spinning around in the area, “Mickey?” The crowd begins to thin out a path, increasing Brynn’s visibility as she glances around the corridor.
And there he is, holding the hand of a police officer, large tears streaming down his red cheeks. “Mickey!” Brynn screams in relief. Hearing his name, Mickey instantly turns his head towards the familiar voice; finally locking eyes on Brynn, he let’s go of the cop and runs frantically to her, his arms outstretched.
“Mommy!”
Mickey collides with Brynn as she instantly sweeps him up in her arms, holding him tightly to her chest. She feels his tiny, terrified body relaxing into her embrace, his whimpers melting into her comfort. Combing the sweaty curls off the back of his neck from under his cap, she gently rocks him lovingly. “Shhhh… Mommy’s here, baby. Mommy’s right here.”
Tagging my Permas and TNA peeps!
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ALL TNA
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vengefclqueen · 2 years
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The Nanny Affair is literally the dumbest fucking book I swear to God.
Why are we setting up a date between Sam and the ex wife?
Why are we still friends with Jenny?
Why are we in a relationship with Sam still?
Why does the MC have no respect for themself?
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alccaddsccup · 1 year
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what sort of fucking line is this 😭😭😭😭
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