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Cute Without the "E"

Happy 100 weeks of fluffy, angsty and smutty prompts,@wackydrabbles! Thank you so much for all you do to create such a fun environment here on tumblr! I am participating this week with prompt #100: "This is huge--we need to celebrate!" (The prompt will be in bold)

Book: The Nanny Affair

Warning: language; brief allusions of promiscuity and sensuality

Word count: 1267 (+/-)

A/N: What happens when you message your amazingly talented TNA sister and friend in the wee hours of the morning about Sam and Robin being in an emo band? I think it's obvious...@sfb123 I. Can. Not. The pic is absolutely AMAZING! Thank you so much for donating your time and creativity to make me laugh! You NEVER cease to amaze me. Love you, dearly! Big thanks to @chemist-ana and @shannonwrote for pre-reading! These characters belong to Pixelberry.

Title of the Fic/Lyrics in Fic: "Cute Without the 'E' (Cut from the Team)" by Taking Back Sunday (undeniably the BEST emo band to have ever existed)

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“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Ending his phone call with a hushed tone, Sam quietly pulls the door shut to his bedroom. He tiptoes carefully across the hardwood floors, carrying a large duffle bag. He turns the corner to the foyer; now, all he has to do is make it down the elevator, and his secret rendezvous remains just that: a secret.

“Sam?” He freezes mid-stride. “Where are you going?”

“Brynn!” Sam startles, turning on his heel. “Hi, baby!” His voice cracks in the midst of his unnatural peppy tone. He casually drops his bag behind his back before reaching out to hug his girlfriend. “Is, uh--” he kisses her as she raises an eyebrow, “--is the conference call with Tokyo over?”

“Dr. Matsuo is having technical difficulties,” Brynn’s eyes dart to the large duffle bag on the floor before glaring at Sam. “--so we’re taking a break for him to grab another computer”

“Oh, well, in that case--” Sam bounds to the kitchen, “--let’s grab you some coffee. You want some dessert?” He turns around, discovering that Brynn didn’t follow him. “Brynn?” He panics, jogging out of the room. “Brynn?”

“Whoa!” They collide in the hallway, but Sam tries to play it off by tangling his hands in her hair, forcing her into more sweet kisses. She puts her hands up in surrender, pushing his body off of hers. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not acting weird.” His words are quick, almost mumbled as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

“See?” She scoffs into a snicker. “That was weird.”

“N--No it wasn’t.”

Brynn’s eyelids lower, glaring at her boyfriend. Her eyes quickly shift to the duffle bag, then back to Sam. “What are you hiding?” She subtly turns towards the foyer.

“Hiding--?”

“What’s in the duffle bag?” Brynn and Sam slowly look at the duffle bag before glaring back at each other. An eerie silence hangs in the air as if a challenge has been issued. In an instant, they both sprint to the bag. They crash painfully into each other before falling to the floor. “C’mon--Sam--” she grunts as she pulls on the handles. “Let! Go!”

“There’s--nothing--to--OW!” He suddenly screeches, letting go of the bag. “Fucking Succubus! What are those? Talons?” Sam massages his hand as a satisfied Brynn sits cross-legged in victory, locking eyes with him. She puts her fingers on the zipper, taunting him. She slides her hand inside a front pocket.

She gasps. "What is this--?"

“Okay, wait--" he warns.

Brynn pulls out an ornate invitation with silver filigree that says, 'Class of 2002'.

"I can--I can explain."

She continues to read until she abruptly smiles at Sam. "Sam! It's an invite to your twenty-year high school reunion!"

"Yeah, well--" Sam rubs the back of his neck timidly.

"We're going, right? I mean, this is huge--we need to celebrate!"

"Yeah, I mean, of course. I mean--" his face drops as he sighs. "I kinda, sorta have to."

"Why? Is everyone just dying to see what became of the homecoming king?" She jests, booping him on the nose.

"Nominated. I was nominated for homecoming king.”

“Of course, you were,” she rolls her eyes before giggling. She turns her attention back to the bag when Sam interrupts her again.

“Okay, Brynn, look--" he searches for the right words. "--there's a lot about my past--about me in high school you don't know about yet--"

"Sam," she chuckles with a knowing smile. "I already know about the girls from the cheerleading squad--"

He sighs with irritation. "Fucking Robin--!"

"-- and the girls from the JV squad and the captain and co-captain of the pep squad--"

"Fuckin' A--!"

"--at the same time!" Brynn bites her bottom lip to stifle a laughter. "And then he mentioned some girl named Delaney--?"

"-- Jesus Christ! Robin went on one date with her! One--!" He drags his fingers down his face in frustration.

Brynn grabs his hands in amusement. "My point, Mr. Dalton, is I know full-well that you were a bit wild in your youth. You even told me that. Let's see," she starts to count on her fingers, "you vandalized the opposing school's basketball gym; you totaled your dad's Bentley--"

"Okay, you can stop now--"

"--and then you let Robin take the blame!"

Sam snickers under his breath. "Dad was so pissed, had Robin packing his things to kick him out--"

"Sam!" Brynn playfully pushes his shoulder. "You’re such an asshole!"

Sam playfully grabs Brynn’s arm. Pulling her into his lap, he gives her bottom a swift spank, making her yelp with glee. "Am I still an asshole?" He presses his lips into her supple pout.

"Mmmm,” Brynn licks her lips, lowering her voice. “One that needs to be punished--"

"Ooooo--" Sam crashes his lips into her mouth again, nibbling on her lips. "--Daddy likes."

As their kissing becomes deeper, enthralled with passion, Brynn finally pulls away from his tongue. "But wait a minute," she grabs the duffle bag, "what's with you being so shady? What's even in this bag?"

“Um,” he swallows thickly, “well--”

“And why do you ‘kinda, sorta have to go’?” she air-quotes, mimicking his deep voice.

“Okay, fine.” Sam sighs, rubbing the stubble of his chin. “You really want to know?”

“What gave you that impression, Sam?” Brynn sasses, pinching Sam’s arms.

“Okay, smartass,” Sam chuckles before becoming serious. “In high school, I was in a band.”

“That’s it?” She punches out a cheeky laugh. “Sam, I’ve know that since, gosh--” she puts her hand on her forehead,”--shoot, I know it was before your engagement party.”

“Really?”

“Yes, because when we were dancing, I was shocked you had such terrible rhythm--” She widens her eyes, watching for his reaction.

“Hey! I’ve got rhythm,” he says defensively.

“Uh-huh. Sure, you do,” Brynn nods sardonically. Sam begins to tickle Brynn, causing her to jump, straddling his lap.

“Want me to prove it to you?,” he bucks his hips into Brynn, bearing an impish grin. Brynn lets out a hearty laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Okay, now that?” she seals his lips with hers as she rocks her hips into his. “You do have impeccable rhythm.” She combs her fingers through his hair as he grips tightly to her ass. She teases him, licking his top lip. “So, the band is why you have to go?” Her eyes widen with joy. “Oh my God, are you playing at your reunion?”

Sam leans back on his hands, chuckling. “You guessed it, and I have practice tonight.”

“Sam! That’s incredible!” she endearingly strokes his cheek. “So, tell me: what kind of music did you play?”

Suddenly the elevator dings of someone’s arrival to the penthouse, forcing Brynn to dismount from Sam. As the doors shuffle open to reveal it’s passenger, Sam and Brynn are greeted with the gravelly growl of a singing baritone.

“... and will you tell all your friends

You've got your gun to my head

This all was only wishful thinking…”

Brynn stands up in disbelief. Wearing an old black Ramones t-shirt is Robin, complete with skinny jeans, a studded belt, and a pair of Chuck Taylors. His long, chestnut locks are spiked out. “Robin?” Brynn curiously approaches the sight. “Are you wearing guy-liner?”

Abruptly, it hit Brynn like a lightening bolt as she zips open Sam’s duffle bag. “No. Fucking. Way.” She dumps out the contents of the bag: a black shirt with a skull on it, black skinny jeans, a black pair of Vans, and Brynn’s favorite Urban Decay eyeliner.

“Oh my God, Sam!” She stares at him in shock, trying to hide her smile. “Were you in an emo band?”

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[tadhgsemudou]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Em nome da Excalibur, TADHG HOOD (TOLKIEN) em seus 23 anos, jura  s e g u i r  o legado de ROBIN HOOD & LADY MARIAN durante a sua estadia na Academia dos Legados. Com a sabedoria concedida a ele, deve se manter caminho da luz enquanto conclui o MÓDULO II. Com a bondade tocada em seu coração, recebe  C R I A T I V I D A D E  e não se permite ser corrompido por  P E S S I M I S M O. Por último, é deixado um corte na mão de LOUIS HOFMANN como prova de seu comprometimento com a luz.

 * CONNECTIONS › PINTEREST › HEADCANNONS › MUSING BLOG .

OCUPAÇÃO: estagiário nas estufas da Academia, e eventualmente ajuda a professora de herbologia a dar uma aula ou duas.

DORMITÓRIO: sim, localização Londres (310).

HABILIDADE

COMUNICAÇÃO BOTÂNICA: pode se comunicar com todas as formas de vida vegetal, incluindo flores, árvores, frutas, vegetais, pólen, etc. A comunicação acontece telepaticamente, verbalmente ou tocando fisicamente. As plantas podem dizer a Thaddeus o que aconteceu ou o que está acontecendo, e também ajudá-lo em situações, como rastrear alguém de uma longa distância. Para muitos, pode parecer um poder inútil, mas sabe qual a melhor parte dele? Plantas são ótimas fofoqueiras e contadoras de história, e é dessa forma que ele tem conteúdo para sua escrita.

BIOGRAFIA

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Quando Lady Marian descobriu estar grávida de um menino, Robin Hood não poderia ter ficado mais feliz. O nascimento de Tadhg, nome escolhido pela mãe, significava que finalmente ele teria um garoto para ensinar tudo que lhe foi passado por seu próprio pai. Não que não se orgulhasse de suas filhas, claro que sim, mas parecia que a vinda do menino era especial. Tad, como foi carinhosamente apelidado, cresceu acompanhado dos ensinamentos do pai em como ser um bom arqueiro, um sorrateiro justiceiro, aprendendo tudo que fosse necessário para carregar o legado da família com as irmãs. Ao mesmo tempo, sua mãe também mostrou-lhe outro tipo de mundo, o da literatura. Desde pequeno, seu momento favorito do dia era ir deitar-se e ouvir as histórias contadas pela mulher, onde ele podia navegar para longe com sua imaginação.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Por ter crescido com a mãe lendo histórias, era óbvio que não demoraria em aventurar-se sozinha nelas. Quando não estava treinando, estava em uma biblioteca afundando-se nos mais diversos volumes, de autores mágicos e não mágicos. Descobriu que gostava de escrever após ler ‘O Jardim Secreto’, livro non-maj pelo qual se apaixonou. Este não só despertou-lhe a vontade de contar sua própria história, como também iniciou sua paixão pela jardinagem. Como terapia, e sempre que possível, Tad se dedicava a cuidar das plantas da mansão Hood, sua mãe até o ajudando, feliz pelo filho estar encontrando outros hobbies que amava além da vida de justiceiro.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Quando ingressou na Academia e descobriu seu poder, ficou muito feliz. Ele já era apaixonado pelas plantas, e poder comunicar-se com ele apenas exacerbou uma vontade que já possuia: a de seguir carreira naquilo, junto com a escrita. Durante o módulo I, decidou-se ao máximo aos estudos para que pudesse finalmente usar seu poder fora da Academia. Com 18 anos também começou a ajudar nas missões oficiais da família, sob o codinome Tolkien (usando esse símbolo como marca), conhecendo lados de Storydom que jamais imaginou existir. As aventuras se tornaram grande fonte de inspiração para ele.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Agora, Tad vive o melhor de três mundos: por amar as plantas, começou a estagiar na estufa da Academia, e ajuda a professora de herbologia sempre que possível; é justiceiro ao lado da família, e aproveita das aventuras vividas com eles para escrever histórias sob um pseudônimo (Hugh Nolan). As publica no Storypad, e somente seu melhor amigo sabe que ele é o escritor delas. Acredita que seu verdadeiro sonho de carreira seja ser escritor, mas ainda não teve coragem para revelar aos pais sobre isso.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀É um garoto um pouco recluso, mas de bom coração. Poderia até ser chamado de emo, não fosse a paixão pela música clássica e a pouca utilização de roupas pretas, as suas sempre mais puxadas para tons esverdeados. Tem poucos amigos, somente aqueles que conseguem ter paciência para ouvi-lo falar sobre plantas por horas. Porém, é feliz com o que tem e também tenta manter-se simpático e aberto para todos. Gosta de conhecer as pessoas, pois sabe que todo mundo pode inspirá-lo a criar um personagem.

[txemrn]

I'm seriously sitting here, trying to figure out how to even start this reblog. Between the A/N and this story (YOU WROTE THIS FRIGGIN STORY! I AM STILL SCREAMING!!! More on that later), and I am honestly at a loss for words (yeah, yeah, yeah... laugh it up). I am so humbled to even call you a dear friend. You are such a rare gem, and I am grateful for our fictional men Liam Rys and Robin Flores (Okay, technically it was Sam) for bringing us together (I still remember that day when I finally put 2 and 2 together of who you were--I literally screamed!).

But seriously and I hate sounding so cheesy and cliché, but your friendship everyday is such a blessing, such a rich gift that I am forever grateful for. Thank you so much for putting up with my weird ideas, my story/book re-tellings, my emotional rants, THE CRYING (ALL OF THE CRYING), my weird sounds and narcoleptic episodes. Thank you for believing in me even when I don't believe in myself. Loooooooooove you!

PS If Liam were to sing an emo song, what would it be? (Why am I getting a weird idea for Royal Roulette?)

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OKAY... THIS FRIGGIN FIC! Do you realize what you have done? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?! Seriously, if Sam Dalton reacted like this in the story, maybe I wouldn't have been so angry with him. THIS right here is the normal reaction of someone who was in love once, lost the LOVE OF HIS LIFE, and she just waltzes back in after 5 years... Talk about a confusion of emotions, of thoughts, just... of everything. I loved his initial bite back of-- ADDISON IS DEAD (Is it weird that I picture a piece of his perfect hair falling into his face?).

In the midst of wanting to be alone to his thoughts, I LOVED how at the end, he stopped Anna, realizing he needed her. If he legit wanted her as his wife, he really needed to take a step in trusting her with this... I know, I probably sound all over the place with this man. But I think we were all craving for him to be a little bit more trusting and vulnerable with Anna.

Seriously... the respect you just made me give this man... it makes me sorta hate you. LOL But for real, this truly is exactly what we all wanted--WHAT THE EFF HAPPENED AT THE PARTY WHEN ADDISON JUST SHOWED UP?!!?

BTW... you just wrote some angsty TNA and there are a TON of plot holes, so GUESS WHAT YOU JUST SIGNED UP FOR! LOL!

OMG at the beginning with the boys, just break my heart all over again. My precious little Mase and Mick... what a confusing time it already is for them that their dad is getting married to the nanny after being engaged to Aunt Sofia like 3 months ago... but now their real mom is back? I loved how you painted their confusion, the way SEVEN-year-olds would react. I also loved you showing them all together interact as a family when everything isn't hunky dory, when everything can't be solved by invincible Anna lol.

OH! So... Have you seen the ads for the new Mafia story? They used white Vivian Dalton's sprite... and I don't know what's going on there, but now my money is totally on Addison's disappearance and reappearance being on the older Daltons and some kind of involvement with the mafia.

So... I just reread through this reblog and wow... this is a perfect representation of how my brain works. Maybe even worse... LOL But please please please know how grateful I am for all of this, and please please please know how much I ADORED this story!

Until the next one... 🤣🤣🤣

Looooooooove you! *hugs*

Oh, and btw...

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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[txemrn]

My little black Robin-simpin' heart... 🖤

Thank you so much, @sfb123 ! *cue Dashboard*

[txemrn]

Ok, so clearly I’m a space cadet and for whatever reason thought your birthday was tomorrow hence my stupid VC where I said it was coming up. Be prepared for a rambling apology message as soon as I hit send on this.

I love you dearly, and am so grateful for your friendship, and I hope you’ve been having an incredible day with your friends who were good enough to actually remember!

Remember that secret non-fic fandom stuff I said I had to work on earlier this week? You know, when I went from Princess to Evil Queen in record time? Yeah, I was a bitch and didn’t tell you because it was your birthday present!!!! Now you can see them!!!

AHHHHH! My sweet, sweet sister! You already know what I'm going to say--actually I've already said it in my VC. Girl... this is just... perfection. There is absolutely NO need for any apology. The way I see it: it already means the world that you would even think of me. It blows me away that you spend time, as in multiple days, thinking about me to create these AMAZING edits of my absolutely favorite non-love-interest love interest... and turning him into my favorite kind of man: emo.

He's gonna make damn sure I can't ever leave...

My voice was the soundtrack of his summer...

Until the day he dies, he'll spill his heart for me...

In my eyes, he lost his place... he's melting...

He'll scream his lungs out to try to get to me...

Forever we'll be you and me...

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

My little black heart is rejoicing! Thank you so much for the wishes and for these edits! Love you so dearly, sweet friend! *big ol hugs*

[sfb123]

Emmmm!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I still remember that day when I finally put 2 and 2 together of who you were--I literally screamed!

I remember that too! 😂

I also remember not wanting to up an tell you I was me because I figured you'd be like 'uh... who?'

PS If Liam were to sing an emo song, what would it be?

*me spending the next several weeks thinking about this in depth to come up with the best possible answer*

I think probably the best compliment I've ever received is you, Mrs. Robin Flores, telling me that I made you respect Sam. I'm going to print that sentence out and hang it on my fridge!

BTW... you just wrote some angsty TNA and there are a TON of plot holes, so GUESS WHAT YOU JUST SIGNED UP FOR! LOL!

Seven year old? Are you sure they aren't eight? WHERE DID THAT YEAR GO?!

This reblog was everything. I adore you so much, and I am so glad that you enjoyed this.

... I can't wait for you to pester me for more. 😉

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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