#the nanny affair fan fic

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CFWC FotW - July 10 - 16, 2022

🖤 = Adult Content 🔥 = NSFW

CRIMES OF PASSION

The Good, The Bad and the Lightly Stabbed | Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads 🖤

NIGHTBOUND

The Bound Anthology (Series) | Nik Ryder x Reader - @riley-phoenix Part 1: Shadowbound 🖤

When Hunters Become Prey (Series) | Nightbound F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 19: Where Do I Belong?

OPEN HEART

THE NANNY AFFAIR         

Chapter 3: The Long Run | M!Sam Dalton x F!MC - @krisb-writing-blog

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

THE UNEXPECTED HEIRESS

And the Sky Was Blazing Scarlet | John Somerset x MC - @kissmeawake

WAKE THE DEAD

Safe (Series) - @missameliep Chapter 1: The End of the World 🖤

Wound Care - @storyofmychoices

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Whole Emeritus family Headcanons (backgrounds)

I’ve added a new WIP to my long-Fics projects and this one will be focused on the teen years of the Emeritus brothers and why, at a certain point, it became evident that they needed separate rooms. So I have finally developed my background headcanons for each one of them (+ Nihil and Sister Imperator bonus). I think I could extend their HC for specific topics in the next future.

The Sister Imperator one is, surprisingly, the one that came out more naturally. Feel free to discuss about these 👇🏻

Primo

Being 15 years older than Secondo and Terzo, he mostly spent his teenage years alone, but he was also the only one who had the chance to meet his birth mother, even if it was only for a few years. She was one of the fans Nihil had an affair with when playing with the first Ghost. She chose not to be part of the Ministry and agreed to leave Primo with Nihil, ensuring him an heir.

During his youth, he grew tall and slender, developing in an elegant figure. Despite his appearance being cold and severe, he had a soft heart, and was deeply focused on his duties.

Undoubtedly the most diligent and educated of the three brothers, he was well-behaved and respectful. From a young age, Nihil imposed strict education on him, treating him as an adult even when he was just a child. He claims he has no memories of regular childhood games or playtime, only recalling his religious and black magic studies.

Of the three brothers, he was perhaps the only one who genuinely felt a deep devotion to the Church, earning the ironic nickname 'The Saint' from his brothers. 

He seemed blind to girls' advances, or simply uninterested, to the extent that Secondo and Terzo believed he was still a virgin, having never seen him with a girl... until, at around 31 (for him), they finally caught him with a lady in their room. This was the most embarrassing event for him and the funniest for his other two brothers. 

He didn't spare his brothers from his strictness but was never cruel to them. His intention was for them to behave and be prepared for their future rule. Secondo and Terzo understood that even his harshest comments were for their betterment, as it was his only means of expressing himself.

He remained reserved throughout his life, making it difficult for his brothers to understand his thoughts or interests. He seemed like a product shaped by Nihil's will, with his primary interest lying in the cult and maintaining righteousness. Rarely did he allow himself to relax with laughter and enjoyment.

He was the one who discovered the 'Seven inches of 'Satanic Panic' EP in Nihil’s office and shared it with his brothers, initiating the decision to resurrect the Ghost project and summon the band Ghouls.

Secondo

He was notably tall and strongly built, starting to shave his head at a young age and engaging in exercise to gain muscle, bestowing upon him a striking appearance. He was the favorite among girls until Terzo began to realize the potential of his own charisma.

Only three months older than Terzo, they grew up like twins, developing an exceptionally close bond, despite frequent fights and arguments, typical of real brothers. However, a good laugh and conversation could mend any conflict in a short time. As they matured, their relationship evolved into one of mutual respect and admiration.

Neither he nor Terzo remember their biological mothers. They were too young when Sister Imperator chose to return to the Ministry, and no one ever disclosed what happened to their birth mothers. Sister Imperator - apart their nanny - was the only maternal figure they knew. 

He officially established the Sisters of Sin order during his papacy.

Of the three, he could be deemed the most robust and composed, despite their education and hardships. He grew resilient enough not to let his past taint his future, endeavoring to relish every moment of his youth. The weight of his past visited him only later, in his old days.

His fascination with black magic developed later in life, gradually becoming his core interest. He incorporated this passion into his music.

He and Primo shared such a strong resemblance in appearance, with similar facial structures and noses, that they suspected being brothers from the same mother. They never knew if it was true.

He was the most relieved when asked to renounce the papacy. Although music and popularity had been rewarding, he didn’t mind retiring and returning to his interests without the pressure from above. His sole regret was not receiving the acclaim he deserved for the exceptional album Infestissumam was.

Terzo

Even if Sister Imperator was the only woman he had called mother, he and Secondo were mostly raised by an older nun who was particularly affectionate to him; She affectionately referred to him as her 'little prince,' a nickname later adopted by his brothers. She provided the maternal tenderness that Sister Imperator lacked, becoming the person he sought for comfort or advice, offering a hug whenever needed.

His teenage years were undoubtedly the darkest and most troubled. He was solitary and reticent from a young age, seeking solace in metal music and poetry, but unable to fill the internal void except by being cruel to the weaker individuals, such as the orphans of the Ministry. Copia in particular, due to an inexplicable attraction force, was his primary victim. While he might have later recognized this as a projection of his own orphaned background, he refused to admit it.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t always the most sought after among his brothers, despite being strikingly beautiful. He was considered too sensitive and enigmatic by girls, his beauty too particular, dark and delicate that managed to attract only a small target of girls (and a considerable part of boys), with others preferring the more conventional appeal of Secondo; Yet, his presence invariably captured attention whenever he entered a room. However, things changed with maturity as his demeanor evolved and grew stronger. Surprisingly, he found that the more he adopted a somewhat haughty and snobbish attitude, the more attractive he became.

He began using makeup after realizing that his musical idols did the same. Starting with black nail polish and kajal, he eventually experimented with dark lipsticks, primarily during parties or private gatherings.

Prohibited from developing a healthy emotional and sentimental side, he, like others destined for the papacy, was strongly advised against engaging in loving and stable relationships that could detract from their paths. This rule affected him more deeply due to his sensitive nature, stunting his emotional growth. This, however, didn't prevent him from forming at least a healthy and free relationship with sex. Potential romantic involvements often crumbled due to his obsessive and controlling behavior, stemming from his struggles to control his feelings; This later developed in chronic anxiety. He managed to soften that side of him with time, returning to a distinctive romanticism. 

He wasn't a top-performing student but possessed a different kind of intuition and extensive knowledge in his preferred subjects. He was just too easily distracted to listen to someone explain boring stuff in a boring way.

He would not consider himself a feticist, just… curious. His weak points in bodies are wrists and ankles. He likes them thin.

Copia

Despite being the only biological son of Nihil and Sister Imperator, his fate was the most arduous among his brothers. He was condemned to live as an orphan within the Ministry until his Papacy.

Shy and introverted, he made earnest attempts to gain acceptance, yet consistently met with failure, which left him disheartened and caused him to abandon further efforts.

His challenging childhood did not mold him into a cruel or unstable individual. On the contrary, it fostered a profound sense of empathy and sensitivity, especially towards those considered less valuable, both people and animals, such as rats. 

His affinity for these creatures began when he rescued a rat ensnared in a glue trap in the Ministry garden. He cares for the creature in secret until he could request a proper cage to keep it.

That first rat was then killed by Terzo’s cat. He swears to have seen Terzo wait for him to arrive and watch while he gave Bastet the go to attack, but was never believed and that episode just fell under “incident” label. That episode deeply scar him until adulthood.

He put all his efforts into study and the goal to become a prominent personality in the Ministry. He looked at the Emeritus brothers with admiration and desire to demonstrate his worth one day, even if his introversion and insecurities often worked against him.

He enjoyed spending time looking at the illustrations in the animal encyclopedia. Occasionally, he'd jot down notes and sketches in his notebook. He still has some of those notes.

To his surprise, his clumsy ways started to gain unexpected success with girls, in his youth. He discovered that some girls preferred harmless and amusing individuals over dominant alpha males. However, his insecurities tempered his confidence, and he typically allowed the girls to take the lead in romantic advances. When he asked a girl why she liked him, she simply answered, “You're not scary like the other guys. You're sweet and funny, and I feel like I could tear you apart and eat your insides, not the other way around.” He cherished and treasured that comment

His first time with a boy was quite easier than with a girl, for him. He just felt less anxious.

He had a secret crush on Terzo for a long time, despite the treatment he received by him. He probably realized his bisexuality by looking at him. Discovering their shared parentage was quite an awkward moment.

When he was promoted following Terzo's removal, he experienced an explosive boost in confidence; however, it didn't endure for too long.

Sister Imperator

During her youth, she immersed herself in the Summer of Love movement, becoming a groupie for numerous rock bands between the 1960s and 1970s. Her association with satanism began upon meeting Anton LaVey and Kenneth Anger at one of their parties and even took part in their Witches Sabbath.

She had several relationships, all failed very badly. Despite being a beautiful, strong woman, she lacked emotional intelligence and always fell like strong women fall: fast, hard and for the wrong guys.

Her on-and-off relationship with Nihil persisted for years. Despite leaving the Ministry multiple times due to his unreliability, she always forgave the unforgivable. Eventually, she permanently returned, even accepting to take care of his children, as she realized she had no alternative place to go for herself and her son, finding no other solace beyond the confines of the cult. 

The person she became in her later years was a product of the disillusionment that consumed her after her relationship with Nihil failed, compounded by postpartum depression following the birth of Copia. A beautiful, lively, and strong girl transformed into an empty shell, teeming with hatred and resentment. After Nihil, she was undoubtedly not the same woman she once was. In a way she was unable to explain, she found herself unable to resist loving and remaining devoted to him.

When discovering she was pregnant of Nihil she felt happy and couldn’t wait to tell him, until she had the final proof of what a twat he was. She had genuinely hoped for a chance to settle down after a life of excesses and failed tales. She made the decision not to disclose the existence of Copia to him and spent years trying to recover from that significant letdown. She vowed to herself never to place trust in another person again.

Despite her libertine life and being into BDSM, all she secretly hoped for was a romantic love and a family.

She named her son Copia in the hope he would grow looking like Nihil. In her delusional fantasies during postpartum depression, she swore that if she could not have the love of his man, she would have the one of their son. A mini version of him that, it turned out, didn’t resemble him in anything. To her horror and surprise, the only sons that really resembled Nihil turned out to be the first three he had with other women.

Some say she used to sneak into the orphans rooms at night to quietly talk or sing to Copia in his sleep in his first years. Sometimes she was seen crying on his bed, repeating to herself that all she was doing was for his protection.

Nihil

Nihil wasn't inherently a bad man; he was brimming with good intentions that, unfortunately, he couldn't fulfill. Strangely, he seemed to consistently squander the positive opportunities the universe presented to him, including the Ghost band, despite being a talented musician and composer.

He met Sister Imperator when performing at a satanic party organized by LaVey and Anger in the 60’s. She led him into the cult and into BDSM.

In creating Ghost, he followed the path of the emerging rock bands of the '60s, drawing inspiration mainly from Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin. Like Jimmy Page, he held deep admiration for Aleister Crowley, even claiming that Satan himself directed him to form the band.

His genuine love for Sister Imperator endured throughout his life, but his emotional disconnect and inability to take things seriously ultimately led to the downfall of their relationship. He struggled to express the depth of his affection for her. 

Upon assuming the role of Papa, he focused solely on the persona, using it as a shield to avoid any emotional entanglements, and this emotional evasion intensified over time. 

He always neglected his responsibilities, including parenting and, were it not for Sister Imperator's assistance, he might have faltered in his papal role too.

While Primo was coming to life, he was cheating his mother with another groupie. Being still too drunk to think about a better name, he just named him by the first thing that came in his mind. The other two names went by naturally.

In his later years, he was gradually marginalized, losing any substantial influence on the papacy of his heirs. Sister Imperator gained complete control over the Clergy and his son's fate without him even realizing.

He only vehemently opposed Terzo's and Copia's promotions, deeming them unsuitable for the role.

[toffeelemon]

a little teaser for @prince-simon ’s adorable festive fic not if it’s you

go read it right now it’s everything you need this festive season🥹🫶🏼

(set after chapter 4)

Hot Royal Debut: Meet the Mysterious Man Spotted at Prince Erik’s Memorial Service

Here’s everything we know about Prince Jakob’s handsome new caretaker.

All eyes were on the little Prince Jakob during the annual memorial service for the late Prince Erik yesterday, undoubtedly, but a new member to the royal household has also captured hearts around the nation - Prince Jakob’s nanny who made his first public appearance at the event.

The annual event has always been a somber affair for the Royal Family, but especially after the turbulent year the family had, with Princess Alma’s tragic passing, the entirety of Sweden is anxious to finally see Prince Jakob again at what would be his first official outing since the passing of his mother.

Prince Jakob donned a smart Stefano Ricci suit (get the look here for 19,000SEK) for the event, quietly emotional throughout the service where he sat in the lap of his newest babysitter, Simon Eriksson, right next to his father Crown Prince Wilhelm. Prince Jakob seems to have already formed a trusted bond with Eriksson, who reportedly started his role merely a month ago - he held the little prince’s hand throughout the duration of the service and was able to keep the tears at bay, despite Prince Jakob’s well known tumultuous temper.

Eriksson clearly has quickly become an adored member of the royal family, as seen here sharing smiles with Crown Prince Wilhelm and Prince Jakob during a private moment visiting late Prince Erik’s grave at the Royal Cemetery, and Eriksson soothing the young prince in a heartwarming display of soft affection.

Prince Jakob’s newest nanny has been the hot topic in royal news since yesterday - admiring the young man’s dashing looks aside, many commentators on social media are also charmed by his abilities to cheer up the notoriously moody little prince.

Not much is known about Simon Eriksson so far - here is Eriksson dressed in a smart but understated Burberry coat, a down-to-earth beanie hat, and a scarf of a similar style to Crown Prince Wilhelm’s usual attire to his royal debut yesterday. Being the first male caretaker to a young heir of the Swedish Royal Family, Eriksson is certainly an unusual addition to the household, also standing out with his natural hairstyle, a fresh renewal from the usual military style grooming that royal nannies were historically subjected to.

Crown Prince Wilhelm and the late Princess Alma were hands-on parents with a modern approach, and departing from the tradition to hire expatriate nannies hailing from renowned childcare academies across Europe, Simon Eriksson is a local graduate from Stockholm University, with experience in child psychology and early education. Sources say that Eriksson graduated top of his class and always received praises from all of his work placements, at prestigious institutes or otherwise.

Whilst Eriksson does not have the same elite education as traditional royal nannies do, he is a bilingual native speaker of Spanish and would no doubt be a great asset for Prince Jakob to follow in his father’s footsteps, who speaks five languages. The four-year-old little prince apparently can already count up to 100 in Spanish.

Eriksson’s background seems unorthodox within the royal household’s track record, but impressively he has been able to keep up with the difficult task of supporting the newly widowed Crown Prince Wilhelm and keeping the young Prince Jakob on his best royal behaviour - not a small feat when Prince Jakob has reportedly cycled through multiple caretakers during his mourning period. He must be as charming as his strikingly good looks advertise if Crown Prince Wilhelm’s smiley break from the solemn day is anything to go by.

From the royal laughs we took a glimpse of yesterday, it’s not hard to deduce that we will be seeing much more of the young and attractive nanny at more functions in the future, as quickly formed fans of the new royal gentleman rejoice.

[txemrn]

Okay! So we know Sofia used to call Sam boo-bear, so, what if Brynn jokingly called him that? What would be his reaction?

Hey, girl, hey! Did you think I forgot about this Ask? 🤪

First of all, thank you so much for sending it! *major hugs* 💜 It was so thoughtful!

I hope you don't mind, but your Ask was just too friggin delicious! Like, the devil on my shoulder and I giggled with glee! So, I turned it into a prompt, and oh boy... we got silly. Enjoy! 🤣

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Book: TNA

Word Count: ~6340

Warning: N*FW (🍋--please don't get excited; cringe-worthy smut); profanity; innuendos and sexual content and sexual manipulation

A/N: These characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Big ol' thank you hug to the lovely @kat-tia801 for pre-giggling pre-reading this silliness for me. GO TEAM! Also, thank you, @ao719, for helping me with some brainstorming snags!

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Skyscrapers pierce through the sunrays of the noonday sky, casting shifting shadows on the crowded streets of New York. The bustle of the lunch mob has a distinct sound; she can hear it perfectly with her gray, inquisitive eyes, smirking as she recognizes the panged faces of overworked employees. Although the black town car cancels out the actual nuisance of the busy street noise, Brynn Schuyler is subject to her own deafening show: her boyfriend’s twin sons.

"--and if the chef cuts the fish wrong, and you eat it--" Mickey wraps his hands around his neck, moaning in pain while his body falls limp in his seatbelt.

"Nuh-uh,” Mason fires back at his brother, though not entirely convinced of his own answer.

“It’s true!” Mickey insists, crawling onto his knees to face Mason. “I saw it on TV. If you eat the wrong part of a fish, you’ll die.” He shifts his eyes around the car, “Like, right away.”

“Knock it off, Mickey!” Wrinkling his brows, Mason shoves his brother back into his seat with a loud thud. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever–!”

“Boys!” Brynn scolds. “Mason, we don’t say words like that! Mickey, quit antagonizing your brother–”

“But it’s true, Brynn,” Mickey whines. “Tell him that eating fish can kill you.”

Brynn smirks, squinting her eyes thoughtfully at the seven-year-old. She lovingly smooths out the collar to his polo shirt, trying to make sense of where he heard such a claim. “Mick, I don’t know about that–”

“It was on TV! There are these chefs from Japan and they have to go to a special school and their test is eating the fish they cook–”

“Oh!” Brynn’s eyes grow wide in realization as Mickey speaks with passionate conviction. “You’re talking about one kind of fish–oh, what’s it called? Hrmm–” she taps her lips, trying to remember the alternate name “Oh! It’s that pufferfish! Um…fugu!”

The twin boys instantly stop their pleas, staring in shock at what their father’s girlfriend just said to them. “Dad won’t let us say that word,” nervously informs Mason.

“Wait a minute, what word?” questions a perplexed Brynn.

Mickey cups his hand around his mouth, leaning towards her. “The f-word.”

Brynn lets out a hearty chuckle. “Oh boys, no,” she titters, “that’s not–”

“Yeah huh,” Mickey eagerly interrupts, turning to talk conspiratorially to his brother, “but sometimes when he’s really mad, Dad says it–”

“Oh! Like the other night with Brynn? In his bedroom?” Whispers Mason back to Mickey.

“Say what?” Her jaw drops in horror. Surely she is not hearing what she thinks she is hearing.

A flash of guilt pours over Mason’s face as he meekly adjusts his glasses on his nose. “We could hear you, “--he swallows thickly, “--screaming that word. And then Dad would scream it, and then you would scream it back at him again–”

“And sometimes you scream it at the same time as Dad,” fills in Mickey. “Sometimes you sound really sad, like you’ve been crying. Sometimes you sound like you're laughing–”

“You guys hear all that?” Brynn abruptly interjects the boys, a queasy sensation overcoming her stomach. She and Sam had been so careful, so clever and stealthy with their insatiable private life–or so she thought. She shakes her head. “I mean, um–” she stops the twins before they can answer her previous question. “You know? Your father is exactly right. You should never, ever say that word–”

“Then why are you and Dad allowed to say it?” Innocently questions Mickey.

Feeling her cheeks flush, Brynn looks to the family’s driver Carter, their eyes meeting in his rearview mirror. Stifling a chuckle, he offers a shrug with a knowing wink, making her face burn deep scarlet. She finally fumbles out an answer in hopes to change the subject. “Listen, if you ever hear us saying, ya’know, that word, it means something serious is happening that is private and only for adults. Capiche?” The boys turn to one another, shrugging their shoulders before bobbing their heads up and down in agreement. Brynn never felt so relieved to hear pure silence.

Finally at their destination, the boys eagerly bounce out of their seats onto the busy sidewalk, taking special note to stay close to Brynn. “Thanks, Carter,” she leans against his window, giving him money. “Go get you some lunch–something good. We shouldn’t be too long.” With an endearing smile, Carter tips his cap and slowly rejoins traffic. As Brynn waves goodbye, her attention falls back on the boys.

“You guys ready to--?” Brynn suddenly cuts herself off when she notices the less than thrilled looks from the twins. "Oh c’mon, you two. What's with the pouty faces?"

“Why are we at Dad's job?” whines Mickey, crossing his arms. “I thought you said we were going to the park."

"We are, silly!” Brynn snickers into a sigh.

The twins slouch their shoulders. “It’s so boring here, and Dad never has time to play when we’re here,” sadly states Mickey.

Brynn squats down to his level, gingerly cupping his cheek and stroking it with her thumb. She wraps her other arm around Mason's shoulders, pulling him securely to her side. “You two know how busy your dad is at work. But, who comes home and plays with you every night?” The boys slowly grin in understanding. “And who gets a Daddy Day once a week where they get to do anything with their father? No business calls, no meetings, none of the icky boring adult stuff?” Both of the boys begin to giggle, their cheeks pinking with joy.

“We are just making a quick stop here, and then–” she raises an eyebrow, “-- it’s off to show you two who can go the highest on the swings!”

“Uh-uh!” Squeals Mason.

“No way!” Mickey playfully sticks out his tongue.

Brynn chuckles, hugging the boys tight against her. She combs her fingers through each of their long, chestnut curls. “So, the sooner we get done here,” she holds out her hand for Mason to take it, “the sooner we can go do what we want to do. Sound good?” Mickey dutifully takes Brynn’s other hand, nodding his head in unison with his brother. They begin to proceed through the massive multitude of people on the street.

“Will we see Dad at all?” shouts Mason.

“Probably not,” she pulls the boys closer. “Your Uncle Robin needed a favor.”

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“Mr. Flores, you’re needed in sector 4B.”

Robin lets out a hefty exhale as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He reaches across his wooden desk, pressing the answer button to his intercom. “Sheila? I thought we talked about this. I am not available until further notice, until I’m–” he stumbles over his words, “--um, more presentable to the public.”

Ending the call, Robin quickly cuts off the overhead light to his office so that no one would attempt to disturb him. He anxiously paces back and forth in his office, carefully avoiding the glass door which has no privacy screen or curtain. He already pulled the blinds to his window-enclosed room to block out prying eyes; plus he canceled his full afternoon of meetings. But, how would he get home like this? He is relying on his brother’s girlfriend to show up with the answer. And soon.

Sitting in the dark at his computer, he pulls out his cell phone to contact Brynn. Was she able to get into his apartment building? Did she find the right keys? Did she find what he was looking for?

His intercom buzzes again. “Mr. Flores?”

Robin sighs, trying not to be irritated with his secretary. It wasn’t her fault he is in this predicament. He answers the call. “Yes, Sheila?”

“I apologize for disturbing you again, sir, but I forgot to tell you that Ms. Schuyler arrived a little while ago, and she’s en route to your–”

“She’s on her way?” Robin interrupts with urgency, jumping from his chair. He hadn’t thought this far into his plan, but he at least wanted to be prepared for when Brynn walked into his office. “Thanks, Sheila!” He frantically ends the call. He turns to his left, then to his right, looking for something, anything to cover up his current state. He grabs the trash can off the floor as he continues to spin in a circle, searching for a better option when suddenly he discovers he forgot to lock the deadbolt to his office.

The glass door swings open. “Go on in, boys–” Brynn’s voice echoes in from the hallway, directing the twins into the room.

“But why is it so dark in here?” Innocently asks Mason, tripping over his own feet into the light-less room.

Robin freezes, holding the trashcan in front of his hips as a sweltering blush creeps across his cheeks. He slowly swallows, forcing a charming grin to mask his terrified face. “You made it!” He chuckles, attempting to act like everything is normal.

“Hey, Robin,” Brynn hesitantly greets, only able to make out his figure. She runs her hand along the wall, looking for the light switch. “Dude,” she snickers, “why is it so dark in here–?”

“No, Brynn!” Robin shouts, dropping the waste basket to reach out to stop her. “Don’t flip on the–”

As the lights hum to life, Brynn twirls around to inspect the commotion Robin is creating. As her eyes adjust to the fluorescent lighting of his office, she smiles brightly to greet him–that is until her face drops in horror.

And she screams.“Oh, God!” Her expression becomes more pained, more disgusted. “Oh my God!” Brynn cinches her eyes tightly closed before covering her eyes with her hands.

“No-no-no-no!” Robin rapid fires the word from his tongue. “It’s not what you think–!”

Thinking on her toes, Brynn turns the lights back off as she sweetly calls to the boys. “Guys, I need you to do me a favor and wait outside. This will be quick.” The twins nod obediently and exit through the office door.

“Brynn, I–?”

“Robin! Where the fuck are your pants?”

“Listen, I–?”

“And for the love of all that is holy, why is that thing so happy right now?” Brynn peeks through her fingers to casually look under Robin’s desk, fully expecting to see someone.

“No, there’s no one under there,” sternly answers Robin. Clearly unhappy, he crosses his arms, glaring at his brother’s girlfriend.

“Christ, Robin, your seven-year-old nephews were just in here–hell! You knew I was coming up here! Could you have given me just an inkling of a warning that the pants were for, um, were for–?” She extends her arms, her hands motioning towards the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Oh! And do tell: how do you suspect that conversation would’ve gone, sweetie?” He glowers at her. He holds his hand up like a telephone to his ear before speaking in a husky voice. “Hey, Brynn, I have a massive hard on that I can’t seem to get rid of. Could’ya bring me some pants?” He heightens his voice, pretending to be more dainty and feminine as he bats his eyelashes. “Oh, Robin, I’d love to bring you some trousers to fit your humongous–”

“Stop!” Brynn holds up her hand, closing her eyes. “Point taken. Can you fill me in now?”

Robin holds out his hand. “Sweats please.” He looks away from Brynn, refusing to look her in the eye. “I’m not going to explain myself until I cover up.” She hands him the pair of sweatpants, hastily turning her back so he can slip them over his bare legs and full erection. “You know? This is Sam’s fault.” Raising an eyebrow, Brynn whips around, but remains speechless.,”Yeah, your precious boyfriend, who knew I had several important meetings this afternoon, slipped something in my coffee, and now–” Robin sighs, leaning in to whisper, “Robin Junior won’t go down. And now my slacks are too tight.” He huffs. “Did you know a dick can chafe, Brynn? Did you?” His voice quietly strains..

“H–Hold–Hold on.” Brynn waves her hands to interrupt. “How do you know it was Sam?”

Robin leans up against his desk with a smug-look on his face. “Because when I asked him, the fucker texted me this.” He grabs his phone to open his text message from Sam. “See?”

Brynn squints her eyes, perplexed by the picture. “What is that? Are those chess pieces?”

“Yeah,” he points to the game pieces in the picture: a queen with a turned over king. “This is called checkmate, meaning the king cannot escape. Sammy’s claiming that he’s won.”

Brynn furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Won what?” She spends a moment in silence, thinking about what all this could mean–that is until suddenly, it dons on her. “Fucking-A,” she gurmbles, glaring at her good friend. “Are you two still being assholes to each other–?”

Robin clears his throat, becoming serious. “It’s called a prank war. We’ve been doing this off-and-on since we were fifteen. It’s perfectly harmless,” he abruptly feels the ache in his boxers, making him wince. “Well, at least it was.”

“Harmless my ass,” Brynn sardonically chuckles, “you dyed his hair that sewage green color last week! You knew he had that huge client presentation.”

“Yeah, well–,” Robin quiets his snickers while pointing to his forehead, “--it was only after he shaved off my eyebrows!”

“Cool!” Mickey peeks into the room, commenting on what he was hearing.

“Mick!” Brynn snaps her fingers. “Out!” She points to the door as Mickey slinks back to the hallway. She turns her attention back to her boyfriend’s half-brother. “You both have got to stop this prank war business. It has gotten way out of hand, and look,” she motions to the door. “You aren’t setting a good example for the boys.”

“Yeah,” Robin groans, combing his fingers through his hair before dragging them down his face. A tender, sorrowful look of remorse crosses his face., “I know, I know. You’re right. I guess a man should know when he’s been beaten.” They endearingly smile at one another.

“Well, I have a special date with two handsome Dalton men,” she grins sweetly, grabbing her tote bag. “Um–” she glances down at Robin’s bulge, “Should I maybe, um, take you somewhere to get that fixed?”

“Oh?” Robin hopefully rocks his hips forward while shoving his hands into his pockets. “And, um–” he drags his teeth across his bottom lip, taking in Brynn’s entire physique, “what did you have in mind?”

Brynn wrinkles up her nose, backing up towards the door to leave. “I think you can take care of that yourself. Just next time, lock the door,” she winks.

“Wait a minute,” Robin jogs up next to her to stop her. “I’m curious,” he hushes his voice, “does Sam have to take, um… does he need help getting enhanced?”

“Wow,” Brynn blushes, grabbing a piece of gum from her bag “so many lines have been crossed today–”

“I’m just curious as to where perfect Sammy got a pill like that,” Robin teases, holding back a laugh.

“Fucking grow up, Robin.”

“So then you and Sam–?”

Brynn sighs, taking the bait as she removes the silver wrapping to her gum. “Best sex ever,” she purposefully gloats. “Oh, and Robin?”

“Hrmmm?”

“He has no problem getting it up,” Brynn seductively places the gum in her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue pull it in deeper, “Or down,” she purrs.

“Oh God,” Robin mutters, a look of disgust crawling across his face.

Tickled by his reaction, Brynn puts on her oversized, tortoise-shell sunglasses and heads for the door.

“That can only mean one thing,” Robin calls out, his hands resting in his pockets. “He’s got you–oh God!”

Brynn stops, whirling around hastily. “He’s got me what–?”

Robin rubs his cheek, bewildered. “Wow, I never would’ve picked you out as someone who’d enjoy doing that–”

“What?” Brynn interjects. “What are you even talking about, Flores? What does Sam have me doing?” She takes a step closer. “Enjoying what exactly–?”

“Hey, I’m not one to judge,” Robin throws up his hands in defense, feigning innocence. “I mean, I always try anything at least twice: once to try it, and then again to confirm it wasn't just a fluke." He smirks while Brynn rolls her eyes. "I’m just saying it surprises me–”

“For Christ’s sake,” Brynn bites. “What are you even talking about?”

Robin sighs, looking suspiciously to the door to ensure the twins were still out of earshot. He then leans back against his desk, folding his hands together. “Alright,” he clicks his tongue, “baby talk.”

Brynn titters. "Did you just say--?" She tumbles into a fit of laughter, cupping both of her hands over her mouth.

“Okay, fine, nevermind,” Robin waves his hand to dismiss her as he walks back around his desk to take a seat.

“I’m sorry,” Brynn continues to chuckle in between her words, “I just–I just– that is the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard. I can almost see the look on Sam’s face if I started baby-talking to him. He would hate that!”

Robin pulls out a few file folders refusing to make eye contact with Brynn.

Brynn quickly settles down as she watches Robin intently. “He would hate that,” a sudden worried look splashes across her face, “wouldn’t he?”

Robin shuffles around some papers, flashing a quick glance to Brynn. “Mhmm, whatever you say.” He raises his eyebrows as if to mock her. “You’re the girlfriend,” he sasses under his breath.

Brynn purses her lips together, her eyes wander about the room in search of a comeback, but nothing clever comes to her mind. Irritated, she grabs her purse and stomps towards the door. Grabbing the handle, she stops, taking a few deep breaths. She finally blows a raspberry with her lips. “Nice try, Flores.”

“Suit yourself, Schuyler,” he spouts nonchalantly, busying himself with his documents. “It’s just–no, nevermind.”

Brynn slowly turns around, focusing her attention on Robin. She crosses her arms, popping out her hip. “Okay. Fine. Spit it out.”

Robin finds a stopping point in his work, before finally lounging back in his office chair. He exhales loudly as he tucks his hands behind his head. “Think about it: do you really think Sam would let a woman call him ‘Boo-Bear’?”

Brynn shutters. “No–I mean, yes–I mean–” she lets out a heavy breath in frustration. She nervously chews on the side of her mouth. “I figured he was just being nice, and didn’t want to hurt her feelings–”

“Brynny, let me shoot it to you straight,” Robin rests his hands flat on the desk, becoming very serious. “There is nothing sexy about ‘Boo-Bear’--nothing. Being called that will make any guy lose a hard-on in 2.4 seconds–” he leans in collusively towards Brynn, “Unless the man gets off to that kind of talk.”

“Oh, please–”

“I’m serious.” His eyes shift around the room. “Sofia called him ‘Boo-Bear’. What did Addy call him? ‘Boo-Bear’. Adriana Lima? ‘Boo-Bear’. His little publicity stunt with Kelsey Kardashian–”

“Wait, Kelsey Kardashian?” Brynn uses her fingers, counting out the Kardashian sisters. “Who’s Kelsey?”

“Oh,” Robin waves his hand. “We were trying to land this deal with this firm out in LA several years back, and well, long story short, Dad and Sammy thought dating a Kardashian would promote the Dalton image.”

“Yeah, but Kelsey?”

“Turns out the only Kardashian Sam could snag was their cousin Kelsey who acts as a Kim impersonator on the strip. They lasted for a few weeks.” He settles back into his chair. “Now Kourtney and I? We go back–”

“You?” Brynn nearly chokes on her gum. “You and Kourtney Kardashian?”

“Hey, you forget: I’m best friends with the Lord.” Robin smugly grins as if that means something life-altering to Brynn; but when her forehead crinkles, he rolls his eyes. “Lord Disick!”

“Jesus Christ–”

“Wrong Lord,” he wags his finger. “Lord Scott Disick. I introduced him and Kourtney–I mean, after I sampled the goods–”

“Are we done here or–?”

“Okay--okay, the point I’m trying to make, Brynny dear, is that even Kelsey Kardashian was calling him ‘Boo Bear’.” He clasps his hands together, the tips of his pointer fingers pressed to one another, thoughtfully placed against his upper lip. “It’s just a matter of time–”

“No,” Brynn shakes her head. “Sam’s not into baby talk. He–He can’t be. He’s not.” She opens the glass door to exit his office.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you, if you’re wanting to really spice things up and maybe even surprise him–”

“Goodbye, Flores.”

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Later that evening after the twins had been put to bed, Robin’s words continue to rattle around furiously in Brynn’s head. One of the best things about her intimate relationship with Sam is the vulnerability they share with one another. As their relationship deepens, their desire for pleasing one another reaches new highs in the form of new experiences. But this? Dirty talk is no problem for them; the twins made that quite clear this afternoon. But baby talk? Is that considered role-playing? Is she seriously considering this? Can she even bring herself to say those two, bone-chilling words: boo-bear?

She fixes her eyes on Sam, as he silently finishes his late dinner. Baby talk, she smirks to herself. That gorgeous man is into cutesy voices and rhyming words? Brynn mindlessly chews on her cuticles, her attention fixated on her boyfriend. She should talk to him first, right? But, if it turns him on, how much more turned on would he be that she took the initiative?

Unaware of how lost she is in her thoughts, her face contorts with concern. The wrinkles on her forehead deepen with each sigh of disdain. The edges of her mouth begin to fall into a pensive frown.

“Babe?” Sam gently breaks her from her reverie. “Is everything okay?”

Brynn’s cheeks flush. “Yeah,” she fibs into a soft titter. “I–I’m fine,” she grins.

Raising an eyebrow, he fixes his eyes on Brynn as he finishes his bite. “What are you thinking?”

Well, no time like the present, she motivates herself.

A devious look washes over Brynn, her eyes darkening with lust as she stands up from her seat. Watching him casually lick his bottom lip. Brynn slowly struts to Sam’s side, his attention mesmerized by the sway of her curves. She places her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she straddles his lap. She runs her fingers through his waves, tugging at the nape of his neck. His eyes flutter close, leaning into her touch.

“What do you think I’m thinking, Sammy Bear?”

Sam curiously smolders at the heated woman before him. Caressing her skin wantonly, his strong, outstretched hands wander down the slope of her back until firmly gripping the fullness of her ass. Eliciting a playful gasp, he captures her bottom lip with his mouth, his tongue pleading for hers. Standing up away from the table, she locks her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Tearing away from his lusty pout, Brynn bats her eyelashes. “Time to go nighty-night?”

Sam chuckles, spanking Brynn’s bottom. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He swiftly carries her into the bedroom, locking the door.

Holy shit. This is working. She hastily unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his rugged shoulders before staring in awe. “Oh, Sammy Bear,” she giggles, “are you my big, gwo-wing boy?” She begins to drag her hand down the taut musculature of his chest–that is until he suddenly grasps her hand. Crap! Too far…

She looks up to Sam, her stormy-blue eyes darting between his darkened eyes and inviting plump pout. She tries to slow down her racing heartbeat, but Brynn quickly grows breathless as he brings her hand to his mouth. His tender kisses against her knuckles quickly turn to his lips parting, his mouth hungry for more of her. He takes in her pointer and middle finger, the tip of his tongue flicking them apart as he slides his tongue back and forth between them.

Her breath hitches in her chest, making Sam lustfully chuckle with a sinister grin. Pulling her fingers out, his voice grows deeper, more gravelly. “Wanna feel your big, growing boy?” Guiding her with his grip, he slips her hand down his slacks, wrapping her hand around his firm girth. Her soft touch buckles his knees, her lips crashing perfectly into his. He moans into her, her hand stroking his hard cock, draping her two licked fingers casually around each pump of her arm.

“Fuck, Brynn,” he exhales. He attempts to roll his head back, but Brynn sinks her teeth into his bottom lip, her fingers grasping stronger, her thumb intimately circling his tip. “Brynn, fuck– it’s–fuck, I can’t–I’m gonna–I’m gonna–” Without warning, Sam spills into his own ecstasy, panting heavily to catch his breath. Brynn tenderly massages him through his release, her lips pressed against his neck and jaw. Sam’s guttural groans and growls tease her into her own heightened senses.

“Did Sammy Bear enjoy his widdle play time?” She nibbles on his ear.

“Mhmm,” he moans, lacing his fingers through his tousled waves. Gripping her hair tightly, Sam exposes her neck, and begins to feast fervently on the delicate skin.

The tickle of his tongue sends her into a titter of snickers. That was so fast! I cannot believe that fucking worked. Sam Dalton? Into baby talk?

Suddenly, Brynn is pushed back, tumbling carelessly into the bed. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl,” whispers Sam, crawling on top of her body to claim her lips again. Lifting up her dress, he fingers glide up her smooth thighs. “Mmmm, a very naughty girl,” he murmurs as he slides his fingers into her wet, lacy panties.

Sam slips to the side of her body, his eyes bouncing from Brynn’s doting eyes to his own ministrations of taking off her undergarments. Slipping off her red thong, he sniffs them ferally before tossing them to the floor. “Well, well, Miss, Schuyler, what have we here?” He teases as his hands ravenously take hold of her bare ass. With the sound of her pleasurable gasp, Sam slips off the bed, falling to his knees.

With his fingertips digging into her skin, he lifts her pelvis closer to himself, burying his face in between her saturated lips. Lapping at her slick desire, Sam traces his mouth up her slit, hovering over her most sensitive of areas.

“Ohhh,” she breathlessly whimpers, her toes curling against his shoulders. “Someone’s a hung-wee widdle bear,” she exhales gravelly.

For a brief moment, Sam glances up, raising an eyebrow at his lover. He’s never heard her talk like this before, but despite this atypical behavior, he takes pleasure in hearing her come undone. And if this new peculiar way of expressing herself is what she wants, then he’s more than happy to play along.

Brynn softly calls out to him. “Please don’t stop, baby,” she moans. “Your mouthy-wouthy feels so good on my kitty–” she singsongs into another hum of pleasure. As she writhes for his touch, he takes hold of her again with his mouth.

Feeling the sudden rhythmic strokes of his lithe tongue around her clit, Brynn cradles his head between her thighs. With the arch of her back, her breathing turns to panting as she grips the sheets of the bed.

With his plump lips, Sam engulfs her pulsating center, sucking her into his mouth, his teeth grazing her exactly where she wants to be touched. With each wave of pleasure threatening to wreck her into complete ecstasy, Brynn quickly spirals undone.

“Yes, God!” She groans, bucking her hips into Sam. “Right–oh God, yes, there, yes! Don’t–stop–God, I’m going to–I’m going to—” Suddenly arching her back, Brynn succumbs to her own pleasure, pouring over her trembling body. Her eyes cinch tightly closed as her head tosses back and forth with each magnetized jolt of euphoria through her body. Sam intently twirls his tongue around her pulsating center, helping her finish completely.

Hearing her breathing slow down, Sam gently kisses her thighs before tenderly tracing a path up her belly. Finally, he rests his head between her clothed breasts.

Instinctively, Brynn cradles Sam’s head in her arms, casually combing his waves, the feel of her nails sending chills down his spine. This was incredible, she praises herself. And we’re not done yet, she jokes..

Sam closes his chocolate brown eyes, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulls him into total relaxation. “I love you, baby.”

Filled with confidence over her success with the baby talk, Brynn breathes out a joyous sigh of relief, hugging tightly to Sam. “I love you, too, Boo-Bear.”

Sams’ body grows rigid. With a scoff, he slips off of Brynn.

“Baby?” She opens her eyes, wondering what happened. “Where are you going–?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Brynn?” Sam snarls.

Brynn sits up, leaning back on her arms. “Baby?” Confusion spreads across her face as she watches the look of putrid disgust plague his handsome features. He wipes off his face, turning to slide off the bed. “Baby, c’mon.”

Sam grabs a cotton t-shirt, jerking it over his head furiously, his heavy breathing audible.

“Baby,” Brynn slips out of bed, adjusting her dress. “Talk to me,” she wraps her arms around his waist. “What’s wrong–?”

“You know damn well what’s wrong,” he grabs her hands, removing her arms away from his body.

“Sam,” she struggles to find words, “I–I don’t know. I thought–” she offers a sensual grin, “--I thought we were having a good timey-wimey, you being my cutesy-wootsy Boo-Bear–”

“That!” He roars. “What the fuck are you doing?” He grabs her shoulders, “Why would you even say something so abhorrent to me?” He lets go of her, storming to the bathroom. “Is this some kind of sick joke, or–”

“Sam,” her eyes begin to water. “I–I’m sorry, I–I–I don’t know what to say.” She slumps her shoulders, her a red flushing growing up her chest and neck. “I–I thought you would enjoy that, the baby talk and-and me calling you, well, you know–”

“Don’t!” Sam frantically screams, putting his hand up in front of her face. “For fuck’s sake, Brynn, what made you think that I’d–” he trails off, putting his hands on his hips. He shakes his head in disbelief. “Baby talk? Really?”

“I said I was sorry,” sniffles Brynn.

“And don’t even get me started on that disgusting pet name–”

“Wait,” Brynn stifles a sob. “You–you don’t like Boo-Bear?” Her eyebrows knit together with curiosity.

“No!” Sam snickers sardonically. “Why would you think that? I mean, for fuck’s sake, how, Brynn? How could you even think that? I fucking hated that name when that wench insisted in calling me that! Do you have any idea how hard it is to perform, being called that?” Sam begins to pace like a prowling lion, his anger evident with each step. “I thought everything was fine here,” he points to the bed, “I thought we were fine.”

“Oh my God,” Brynn mutters to herself, placing her palm against forehead. “Oh my God, Sam, I–I can’t believe this–”

“That makes two of us,” he crosses his arms across his chest.

“No, no, I mean, I was duped. I–I was led to believe that you like those things–that you enjoy those things. I–oh my God!” Brynn’s tone becomes gruffer, more irritated as her hands turn into fists.

“Who told you–?”

“Wait–” she holds her hand up, sniffing the air deeply. “Do you smell that?” She turns towards the door of the bedroom, sniffing deeply. “Do you smell smoke?”

Sam puts his hand on the door, ensuring it wasn’t hot. He sniffs, again. “Yeah, yeah I do. And actually–” he breathes in intently, “it smells like a cigar.”

Staring into each other’s eyes with a sense of panic growing inside of them, they simultaneously shout: “The boys!” Hurrying out of the master bedroom, they jog through the darkened penthouse, the earthy smoke smell growing stronger with each step they take until finally, they cross paths with a floating smoke ring in the air, coming from the living room.

Unexpectedly inhaling the smoke, Brynn begins to cough, crouching over to clear her lungs. Sam wafts at the fumes, trying to get a clearer view of where they were coming from. He finally reaches over the wall, flipping on the soft, ambient lighting of the room.

And their mouths drop in shock.

“Checkmate, mother fucker!”

With a smug grin on his face, Robin sits comfortably with his legs crossed in a wing-backed chair, smoking a meduro.

“You… you asshole!” Brynn lunges at Robin, only to be stopped by Sam. He instantly wraps his arms around her, urging her to calm down. “He’s the one!” She shouts. “You fucking used me!”

As Robin grins mischievously, Sam grows more concerned. “Wait, what do you mean ‘he used you’? And Robin,” he blows a raspberry, “what the fuck are you doing here so late?”

“And miss the show?”

“Fuck you!” Spits Brynn.

“So vulgar!” Robin jovially laughs to himself. “I personally enjoyed her with the baby talk myself.” He begins to applaud with his hands, “Marvelous performance, by the way.”

“Oh my God, I’m going to throw up,” Brynn whimpers into a scowl, crossing her arms. She turns towards her boyfriend. “He told me that you love baby talk, that you’ve made your past relationships call you that pet name–”

Both Sam and Robin interrupt her, holding up their hands. “No! Don’t say it!”

Brynn sighs, dropping her head into her hands. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Robin?” Sam peers at his brother, completely dumbfounded. “Did you really–fuck!” He lets out a scream, pacing in frustration before returning his attention back on his brother. “Did you really do this? Did you really tell Brynn all of that horseshit?”

“Pretty clever, huh, Sammy?” Robin chuckles.

Brynn storms up to Robin, stealing his cigar. “Get the fuck out of my house!” she sneers.

“Or else what?” Robin pretends to be fearful. “Is Brynny Wynny going to punish me for being a naughty boy?”

In a sudden flash, Sam grabs Robin by the arm, manhandling him from the chair and pushing him towards the elevators. “Spare key. Now.” Sam holds out his stern hand, fighting the urge to pummel his younger brother.

“C’mon, Sammy,” Robin tries to reason, “this is your fault, too. You’re the one that gave me a fucking hard-on at work today. At least I helped you get some action–”

Sam shoves Robin against the wall, holding his forearm across his throat. He leans in close.. “Our prank wars are between us,” he snarls. “And for the record, I got action despite you.” Robin quickly drops his key into Sam’s other hand, causing Sam to let go. He roughly escorts his brother onto the elevator. “Enjoy your hand, little bro,” Sam pumps his hand in the air as if his fingers were wrapped around a phallic shape.

Once ensuring Robin was gone, Sam retreats back into the living room to find Brynn curled up on the couch. He quietly sits next to her, remaining silent as they both stare out the widow at the New York City skyline.

“Are you okay?” Sam gingerly whispers.

“I’ll be fine,” there’s a tremble in her voice as she hides the fact she is wiping away tears on her shirt.

“Brynn, I–” Sam senses her sadness, pulling her body onto his lap. “I’m so sorry this happened.” He nuzzles his nose into her cheek, naturally making her become unglued with tears.

She wraps her arms around his neck as he tightens his embrace around her. “I’m just so embarrassed–”

“Shhh, I know,” he consoles her, rubbing her back endearingly. “But, hey, it’s me,” he sweetly laces her hairline with kisses. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was definitely, um–” he clears his throat, making Brynn slap playfully at his chest, “--but, I bet you we will laugh about this someday.”

“You think so?” Brynn smiles, wiping at her eyes.

“Yep, when we’re old and gray,” he snickers, squeezing her affectionately, “and I need one of those pills Robin took.” Sam and Brynn fall into a tizzy of laughter, holding tightly to each other in the dark.

“Dad! Brynn!”

All of a sudden around the corner, Mickey and Mason bound towards the couple on the couch. Sam rubs his hand down his face as the boys sleepily fall into his and Brynn’s lap.

“What are you two doing out of bed? It’s late.”

“Well, we wanted to make sure you and Brynn were okay,” quietly answers Mason. “We heard hollering voices.”

“Yeah,” interjects Mickey. “We weren’t sure if you needed help,” he flashes a concerned look to his brother before continuing, “or if it was a private, adult thing. You know–” he covers his mouth secretively, leaning in towards his father and his girlfriend to whisper. “--involving the f-word.”

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, turning his attention to Brynn. “Do I even want to know?”

“Nope.” Completely unphased, Brynn is already shaking her head, staring at the twins. “After what just happened? Not even a little bit.”

After a few minutes of late night snuggles with the boys, the twins finally retreat back to their room, hand-in-hand with Brynn and Sam. They eagerly jump into their bunk bed, their eyes instantly becoming heavy with exhaustion.

“Love you, guys,” whispers Sam as he flips on their night light.

“Love you, too, Dad,” yawns Mason.

“G’night Brynn,” Mickey sweetly waves.

“Sweet dreams,” she softly singsongs.

Shutting the door, Sam wraps an arm around Brynn, guiding her slowly down the hallway. Once reaching his bedroom, he closes the door before engulfing Brynn in his strong embrace, tracing comforting circles down her back. After several moments of enjoying each other in silence, Sam presses his lips against the shell of her ear.

“Who’s ready to go night-night?”

Brynn giggles, stealing a kiss from his lips. “Sounds perfect.”

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Can you make a story about how our MC in Nanny Affair decided to quit and becomes a successful and well known chemist and years later, she sees Sam and the boys in Italy, where she was vacationing at?

Ok, anon! I wrote this out last week shortly after getting the ask, but changed some things based on today’s chapter. Not sure if this is what you were looking for, but here’s what I came up with. 

“We’ll be a while, dad.”

“Yeah, don’t wait around. Go. We’ll text you when we’re done.”

“You’re in Italy and you really want to spend your time playing in an arcade?”

“Do you see the size of this place?!” Mickey asked incredulously. “It’s like game central heaven!”

“It’s just a couple of hours at most. That’s how long it will take for me to beat Mickey at every single game in that place! Then we can go hang out at the beach!”

“Fine …” Sam dug his wallet out of his pocket and handed some cash to each of the boys. “I’ll be around here checking out the shops. But when I’m done, you’re done too. Deal?”

“Deal!” The twins replied in unison before turning and disappearing inside the arcade. Sam smiled and shook his head as he turned and walked a block before coming to a cobblestone bridged street filled with shops and restaurants that ran above the beach.

Sam and the boys were in Italy for the week. He had come in for a work-related trip that was only going to take a day or two at most, but the boys wanted to come along. Sam agreed and extended his time there to have a little vacation with just the three of them.

Sam had been to Italy plenty of times since he was younger and his father had opened the Milan office of Dalton Enterprises, but over the past five years, every time he traveled there, it seemed to serve as a sad reminder of what he lost during one trip. His own mistakes had tainted one of his favorite travel locations. And no matter how often he came there, it always brought back the memories of the one that got away.

They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and Sam knew that better than anyone.

After stopping in a few shops, Sam decided to grab something to eat. There were a few options to choose from and he glanced around trying to decide when his eyes fell on an outdoor bar that had small sandwiches available.

As he approached to get a better look at the menu sign he furrowed his brows when his eyes fell on a familiar looking woman, sure his mind was playing tricks on him. He took a few steps closer to get a better look and let out a breath, feeling his heart start to race.

Standing there at that small outdoor bar was Anna Schuyler.

It had been five years since he had last seen her and in this very place. They had taken a trip, a work trip that Sam had masked as a family vacation. While they were there, Dalton Enterprises completed its merger with Russo Industries and Sam and Sofia had moved up the date of their wedding to take place there in Italy.

As Sam stared at Anna, the memory of the last time he saw or spoke to her flashed through his mind.

***

“Should I tell them boo-bear, or do you want to do the honors?” Sofia smiled up at Sam.

“Uh … you go ahead.” Sam looked at Anna with nothing but regret in his eyes.

“Dalton Enterprises and Russo Industries have officially merged!”

Mickey, Mason, and Anna stared at the two of them in silence. “Hooray?” Mason unenthusiastically replied.

Sofia looked at Mason. “I should think you’d show a great deal more enthusiasm than that, young man. Your future is set in gold!” she grinned. Still, both boys looked at her and their father, less than impressed. “Anyway,” Sofia continued, “we were so excited about the news that we decided to move up the wedding date to celebrate!”

Anna snapped her gaze to Sam as she swallowed thickly, trying to keep her expression as neutral as she could. Sam didn’t need her to say anything. He could see the hurt and anger in her eyes.

“We’re going to go to dinner to celebrate together! So why don’t you boys go get washed up and changed,” Sofia smiled. She then looked at Anna. “You’re invited too, Anna.” Sofia gave her a sinister smirk.

“Thank you for the invitation, but I’m going to decline. I think this is something you should celebrate as a family.”

“Anna …” Sam took a step forward.

“It’s fine,” she smiled, but Sam could tell it was forced. “I don’t have much of an appetite anyway. Enjoy your dinner.” Anna turned and walked towards her room.

**

That night, Sam had to leave halfway through their dinner to take an emergency call from the Milan office. He took the opportunity once he finished the call to stop back at the villa to check on Anna, hoping to at least get a moment to talk to her. He didn’t want to move up the date to the wedding, that was all Sofia’s idea. He wasn’t even given a chance to object to it as Sofia had already begun making arrangements prior to letting Sam in on the news.

Sam stepped inside the villa and walked towards Anna’s door which was slightly cracked open. “Anna,” he called out.

“Go away, Sam,” her voice cracked.

“Anna, please … we need to talk.” Sam pushed open her door and his heart started to race when he saw her suitcase on the bed. Anna was pulling her clothes from the closet and dresser, packing her bags. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving. What does it look like I’m doing?” There was a bite in her tone and Sam took a tentative step towards her.

“Anna, let me explain-”

“No.” Anna finally turned to face him and his heart sank. Her eyes were puffy and rimmed red, her cheeks blotchy and still wet with tears. “I’m done with your explanations and excuses, Sam. I’m just … done.”

Sam watched her pack the last of her things into her suitcase and zip it shut. “I didn’t know she planned to move up the date of the wedding …”

“Does it really matter when it’s going to take place? It’s not as if you were biding your time until you found a way out of it. You were going to go through with it regardless.”

“I don’t want to go through with this, but-”

“BUT NOTHING!” Anna shouted through a cry as she whipped around to face him. Sam’s eyes widened in surprise at the way her voice raised. “If you don’t want to do it, then don’t do it! Stop telling me that when you have no plans on doing ANYTHING to change it! Because your words don’t mean shit!” Anna yanked her suitcase off the bed and slung her other bag over her shoulder.

“I’ve told you why I have to do this, Anna! It’s for the boys and their future! Their legacy!”

“You’ve done nothing but spew empty promises and declarations and string me along since day one and I.AM.DONE! You’re the one who said that I deserve better! You’re damn right I do. So find someone else to keep your bed warm because it’s not going to be me any longer.” Anna pushed past Sam and walked out of the bedroom. He turned and followed her out, a panic taking over him. He didn’t want to lose her. He couldn’t.

“Anna, please!”

Anna didn’t turn back to even look at Sam as she spoke her next words. “Consider this my resignation. I’ll be out of the penthouse by the time you get back to New York.” And with that, Anna walked out of the villa and out of his life.

***

Sam had tried getting in touch with Anna after she had left the villa that night, leaving her numerous voicemails and messages. She never returned any of them. When he arrived back from Italy after that trip, he was once again a married man. Only this time it was unhappily. And when he returned to the penthouse, Sam went straight to Anna’s room: it was completely empty. The only thing left behind was the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

For the first month after arriving back from Italy, Sam continued to try and reach out to Anna. At the least, he wanted to apologize, not liking how they had left things. Then one day, the last time he had tried calling, her number was disconnected.

Over the years, miserable in his marriage to Sofia, Sam was constantly reminded of what he had lost. He knew had he made the choice he wanted to; had he ended things with Sofia and chosen to be with Anna, the woman he loved, he would’ve been beyond happy. And he found himself thinking about Anna often, more than he would care to admit. He wondered where she was, if she was still in New York, how she was doing.

And now here he was, the greatest ‘what if’ of his life standing right in front of him.

Anna’s golden brown hair was longer, but other than that, she looked exactly the same, perhaps even more beautiful than he remembered. She wore a strapless maxi dress, the pale yellow color contrasting against her glowing sun-kissed skin.

Sam’s body involuntarily shuddered, unable to stop his eyes from roaming over her as memories of their time together flooded his mind: The way she had brought him back to life, how she used to kiss him and the way it made him feel, the feel of her hands on his body, and the passion, lust, and desire they had for one another. No one had ever made him feel the way she did, not physically or emotionally.

Before his brain could register what he was doing, he was moving towards her. “Anna?”

Anna was taking a sip of her drink as she looked over and her eyes slightly widened. She stared at Sam for a long silent moment as she swallowed. “Sam Dalton,” she smiled. She set her drink down and took a step forward and he instinctively reached out, meeting her for a hug. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of having her in his arms again. Anna stepped back a moment later and looked up at him. “How the hell are ya?”

Sam couldn’t stop the smile as he stared at her, practically in awe. “I’m good … how … how are you?”

“I’m great! It’s been a long time …”

“It has. And in this place nonetheless,” he motioned around them.

“Heh … yeah,” she nodded. Anna had almost forgotten about the time she had been here with him, the last time they had seen each other. Almost. But it didn’t matter anymore. She was well beyond that time in her life. “What are you doing here?”

“Work slash family trip.”

“Family trip meaning the boys are here?” Anna grinned and Sam nodded. “God, they must be so big now! How’s it feel to have pre-teens? They’re going to be what … 13?” she chuckled.

“They … have their moments,” Sam laughed. “And yes, they’ll be 13 next month. I can’t believe you remembered that,” he smiled.

“Of course I remember!”

“What about you? What are you doing here?”

“Work conference,” she smiled. “But I finally had some free time and was just out wandering.”

Before he could stop himself, he was asking the question. “Did … you maybe want to grab some lunch?” Sam pointed to a beachside patio restaurant near where they were standing. “Catch up a little?”

“Sure,” she smiled.

“Great.” They turned and walked towards the patio.

There was something different about Anna, Sam unable to put his finger on it yet. She seemed lighter, more of the carefree, high-spirited Anna he had first met that day she walked into Dalton Enterprises for her interview as the boys’ nanny.

Anna and Sam were led to a table on the patio overlooking the beach and took their seats. “So, what are the odds of this?” Anna chuckled after they had ordered their drinks.

“I know … it’s crazy. I thought I was seeing things when I saw you standing there. You look great, Anna.”

“Thank you. You do too,” she smiled. After the server brought their drinks and took their orders, Anna raised her glass to take a sip as she looked at Sam. “So, how are Mason and Mickey?”

“They’re good,” he nodded, “really good.”

“And Sofia?” Anna asked casually, quirking her brow up.

“She’s … still Sofia,” Sam replied, a little less than enthusiastically.

“Tone down the excitement a little. Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression.” Sam laughed despite himself. “So you two are still married I take it?”

“If that’s what you want to call it.” Anna gave him a questioning look. “We live completely separate lives.” She nodded in understanding before taking another sip of her drink.

“Did she come with you and the boys on the trip?”

“No,” Sam shook his head. “She didn’t want to come.” His eyes then fell on her left hand: No ring. “How about you? What have you been up to? Are you still in New York?”

“No, I’m not in New York. I left … after I came back from our trip here. I needed a fresh start somewhere new. I put my degree to good use and I’ve been working for a well-known lab for the past four and a half years as a clinical chemist.”

“Wow,” Sam smiled proudly. “That’s amazing, Anna.” He noticed Anna didn’t tell him where she moved to, unsure if it was intentional or not.

“It’s pretty great,” she smiled. “I get to do groundbreaking research that ends up helping people, sometimes even saving their lives. It’s pretty rewarding.”

“I’m proud of you. It sounds like you’re really living your dream.”

“I am,” she smiled with a nod.

Sam again saw that difference in her. She not only seemed lighter and carefree, but she had this newfound confidence about her. Not that Anna hadn’t been confident in herself before, but there was a happiness behind it that gave it so much more power.

“So a conference?” Sam questioned after the server brought them their food.

“Yeah, but I made arrangements to extend the trip and make it into a vacation once it was done,” she smiled.

“So … business and pleasure?”

Anna stared at him for a moment, taking note of the not so innocent smirk on his lips. “I came with my boyfriend, so yeah, a mix of both.”

Sam swallowed thickly, a flush of embarrassment tinting his cheeks. It had been five years and he knew he shouldn’t feel the way he was, but hearing her say that she had a boyfriend … he felt that twinge of jealousy before his heart sank. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, unable to contain her smile as she thought about him. “He’s actually attending a different conference today, but our vacation officially starts once he’s done.”

“So you work together?”

“Um, yeah, sort of … sometimes. The lab I work for contracts out clinical chemist consultations. That’s how we met. He needed a consultant … and it was me.”

The way she seemed different … it suddenly made sense. It was because she was happy … and clearly very much in love. Sam forced a smile. “You seem really happy.”

“I am. Very happy. He’s a really great guy.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“It’ll be three years tomorrow, actually. That’s why we decided to extend our trip here … to celebrate.”

“Wow … that’s … that’s really great, Anna. I’m happy for you.” Sam felt a bit of guilt for lying, knowing he had absolutely no right to feel the way he was at that moment. He couldn’t figure out how all these years later he still felt that same pull towards her, remembering the chance he had with her that he foolishly let slip through his fingers as if it were yesterday.

“Thank you, Sam.” Anna looked at him for a moment. “I’m sorry … that things with you and Sofia didn’t change for the better …”

Anna truly thought all these years later, if Sam and Sofia had ended up staying together, that some part of him would have grown to love her. In the beginning, as much as it hurt, she hoped that he would. She thought at the time that it would have at least made the heartache she went through worth it. Like what he put her through was for something and not for nothing.

“It was pretty much doomed from the beginning.” Anna looked at him questioningly. “Not too long after …” Sam trailed off, taking a sip of his drink. “Shortly after we came back from that trip to Italy … I found out she had been seeing Robin for months …” Anna simply nodded, taking a sip of her drink. Sam noticed how she didn’t seem surprised at all to hear that. “You don’t seem too stunned by that,” he chuckled.

“I’m not. I knew it was going on before I left.”

Sam’s brows furrowed. “You … what? You knew that Sofia and Robin had been seeing each other?” Anna nodded. “When did you find that out?”

“I didn’t know how long it was going on, or with who, but it was actually our first day here when we came for our trip. I saw a text conversation on her phone. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. The day that we took the boys cliff-diving, that night she came into the villa really late and I happened to be down in the kitchen grabbing some water. She came in looking a bit … disheveled and I called her out and told her I knew she was cheating on you, which I had absolutely no right to do considering what was going on between you and I at the time … it was a bit hypocritical of me, but I thought in doing so … it would have given you the out …”

Sam stared at Anna in stunned silence for a moment. “Anna … why didn’t you tell me? That would have been my out …”

“When I confronted Sofia … she blackmailed me.” Sam’s eyes widened. “I told her I was going to tell you and she told me she would fire me, send me back to the states, and blackball me from ever getting a job with any company she was affiliated with, which was half of New York City. When I told her I didn’t care, she told me that you would face the biggest scandal you had ever seen because she would come out about the relationship between you and I that she apparently knew about …” Anna watched as Sam’s jaw tensed in anger. “I thought about telling you the night you two announced that you were moving up the date of your wedding … but then I decided not to.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t you tell me? Anna … that could have been …” Sam trailed off, deciding on whether to say it or not. The hell with it. He didn’t have anything to lose. “That could have been our chance …”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you,” she stated very matter of factly.

Sam looked at her confused. “What?”

“I knew you would have used it as your out. It shouldn’t have taken Sofia, who was doing nothing more than what we were at the time, to give you an excuse to back out of it. You could have made that decision on your own. But you had made your choice … and it wasn’t me.”

“Anna …” Sam let out a breath.

“It’s fine, Sam. Yes, back then I was … hurt … bitter and angry. But I realized that I played a part in putting myself in that situation, so I was just as angry with myself as I was you. Then I got over it. And everything happens for a reason, right?”

“Right …” A silence settled between the two for a moment. Sam couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how different things could have been had he known back then and been able to get out of the marriage he had now been in for five miserable years. But Anna was right … it shouldn’t have taken that for him to stand up for what he truly wanted. He looked up at her. “I just … I never meant to hurt you, Anna. And I did love you.” And I still do. “Since the day you left, you’ve always been … my ‘one that got away’ …”

Anna smiled. “I’m not the one that got away, Sam. I’m the one that you let go. There’s a difference.” Sam stared at her: That hurt. The truth sometimes did and it was a bitter pill to swallow. “But no hard feelings. It was a long time ago.”

Anna and Sam finished their lunch with mindless small talk. Sam offered to pay, giving the server his card and leaving a generous cash tip on the table once they were ready. They walked off the patio and back onto the cobblestone street and turned toward each other.

“It was really good to see you, Anna,” he offered a sad smile.

“You too,” she smiled in return. They both stepped forward, embracing in a hug. Sam closed his eyes, once again relishing in having her in his arms again, even if only for a moment. She drew back from the hug and looked up at him. “Thank you for lunch. It was good to catch up.” Sam nodded, but he wasn’t sure it was in agreement or not. He was hit with some hard truths and realizations that he wasn’t expecting. “Tell the boys I said hello?”

“I will,” he nodded.

“Enjoy the rest of your trip.”

“You too.”

“Goodbye, Sam,” she smiled.

“Goodbye, Anna.” Sam watched as the woman he still loved walked away. Again.

****

That evening, Sam walked the beach at sunset in an attempt to clear his head. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he stared down at his feet, watching as they left imprints in the wet sand before the tide would come and wash them away. He had been unable to stop thinking about his run-in with Anna from earlier since they parted ways.

He had already known what he let go of all those years ago and he had regretted it every day since. He regretted allowing things to even get to that point between them, not making good on his promises to get out of the engagement with Sofia, and not going after Anna when she walked away from him. And seeing her that day; seeing how happy she seemed, it made that regret weigh even more heavily on him. Where he made her feel worthless, someone else was making her feel priceless.

As Sam walked, he heard a loud squealing noise that drew his attention. He glanced up and stopped dead in his tracks. There, further down the beach, he could just make out Anna and who he knew had to be the man she spoke about earlier. He was down on one knee in front of her. Sam could hear a clear ‘Yes!’ come from Anna and watched as the man took her hand for a moment before Anna tackled him into the sand, hearing the faint sounds of both their laughter.

Sam closed his eyes before turning and heading back down the beach.

*******

The following afternoon, Sam, Mickey, and Mason walked along the cobblestone streets near the villa where they were staying. Sam had tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to get the image of Anna being proposed to out of his head, feeling all of his regrets from five years ago crushing him.

After stopping inside one of the shops, they stepped back out onto the street and Mickey grabbed Sam’s arm. “Holy crap!” His eyes went wide.

Sam looked over at him furrowing his brows. “What?”

“It’s Anna!”

Mason snapped his gaze in the direction that his brother was looking and broke out into a wide grin. “It is her!”

Anna was standing near the stone railing of a small bridge that overlooked the beach with the man that Sam had seen her with the evening before. His arm was wrapped around her as she leaned into him. Sam ignored the twinge in his chest as he swallowed thickly.

“What are the chances of that?!” Mason smiled.

“Dude, remember that time we told her we wanted her to be our stepmom,” Mickey chuckled and Mason nodded.

Sam’s brows raised in surprise. “You what?”

“We told her we wished she was going to be our stepmom. She was way better than Sofia …” Mickey replied.

“She’s still better than that witch.”

“Mason,” Sam warned.

“It’s not nice to speak ill of the dead, Mason,” Mickey said.

Sam snapped his gaze towards his son. “What are you talking about? Sofia isn’t dead!”

“She is to us. Has been for a long time,” Mickey laughed, high-fiving his brother.

At that moment Anna and the man she was with turned towards them and before Sam could turn away, Mason and Mickey began frantically waving their arms to get her attention. It worked. Sam watched as Anna broke out into a huge smile when she saw them and waved. Both boys took off in a run towards her. As Sam slowly followed them, he watched as both boys made it up to her at the same time and flung their arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around each of them. His heart sank deeper than he thought it was possible for it to go.

“Oh my God! Look at you two! You guys look great!” Anna smiled at them as they drew back. “I’ve missed you boys so much!”

“We missed you too!” Mickey smiled.

“Hello, again,” Sam softly spoke as he made it up to her.

“Hi, Sam,” she smiled. Sam looked at her left hand that was still resting on Mickey’s shoulder. The sun sparkled off the facets of the brilliant diamond on her ring finger that wasn’t there yesterday during their lunch as he forced a smile.

Mason was staring up at the tall man who stood next to Anna with a look of awe on his face. “Who do we have here?” he asked through a smile.

“These are the boys I told you about that I used to nanny for back in New York,” Anna grinned as she pulled Mickey to her side in another hug.

Mickey looked over at Mason who was still staring up at the man. He nudged his arm, speaking out of the corner of his mouth, “Dude … what’s your problem?”

“That’s … you … you’re Ethan Ramsey!” Mason finally spoke.

“Who?” Mickey asked.

“Doctor Ethan Ramsey! He’s one of the most famous diagnosticians in Boston … actually, in the country!”

Boston, Sam thought, now knowing that’s where she had gone to start over. “Do we have a future doctor standing before us?” Anna chuckled.

“Yeah! I want to go to medical school when I get older!”

“Well, let me formally introduce you,” Anna smiled as she slung her arm over Mason’s shoulder. “Mason, this is my fiancé, Ethan,” she chuckled. Sam felt a tightening in his chest at the word ‘fiancé’. “Ethan, this is Mason, and this is his brother, Mickey.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Ethan smiled, extending his hand out to them.

“You too, sir!” Mason grinned, shaking his hand before Mickey did.

“And this is their dad, Sam.”

Ethan’s eyes slid up to Sam who was staring at him. Ethan could tell that he was silently sizing him up, but he extended his arm and they shook hands.

When they first met, Anna was a little guarded. It didn’t sway Ethan, however. He didn’t push her and they took their time getting to know one another. Eventually, he knocked down those walls and Anna opened up to him. She told him about her time in New York, working for Sam, what had transpired, and how it all ended. It had understandably tainted her view on relationships and she chose to be more careful about who she gave her time and herself to.

And at that moment, Ethan smiled at Sam, silently thanking the fool standing before him for letting her go so he could find her.

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Newly Added Fics

9-27-2021

🍋 Smut | 📚Series | ☁️Fluff | 🎭 Angst | ⚠️ Language or Other Warning

Invasion of Privacy @choiceskatie 🍋⚠️🎭

Reimagining of Sam’s birthday. Takes place during TNA book 1 chapter 3.

Rebirth @pixie88 ☁️🎭 🍋 ⚠️

Tabloids @txemrn 📚🍋☁️🎭 ⚠️

Trapped in the Closet @txemrn 🍋 ☁️⚠️

Post-coital bliss makes for a difficult time finding your own clothes!

Wicked Game @chemist-ana 📚🎭🍋 ⚠️

Sam Dalton is a ruthless mobster. Niamh Kenney is a not-so-innocent orphan. When they meet, Sam changes her life forever, in the end, will it be for her own good? Or will she have to run away from yet another thing that she loves?

You and Me and the Big Blue Sea @jamesashtonisbae 🎭🍋⚠️

Aditya & MC pairing. Aditya was a cutie and wouldn't it be nice if MC could just date him in TNA.

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The Family Night Out (M! Robin Flores x MC)

Someone who absolutely never, ever writes fics (me) is so in love with Robin that they were actually compelled to write Choices fic for the very first time.

Book and Pairing: The Nanny Affair, M!Robin Flores x MC (Jett Hawthorne)

Words: 2.7k

Rating: I’m so new to writing fics I don’t even know what kind of rating system to use, but this is extremely tame, and, much like a PG-13 movie, contains exactly one very judiciously-placed F-bomb. 

Summary: I sort of started with “collision course,” which is the name of one of the Ice Age movies, and then worked my way backwards. So, in a manner of speaking, you could say that this is Based on the Comedy of Ray Romano. (Not really. The first part’s true, though.) No, it’s really more about the start of Robin and Jett’s relationship, with a little bit of inspiration from Sam saying in a diamond scene, “You could do so much better than him.” (me) (also me)

Thank you so much @semiautomaticheart for proofreading, and thank you @yaushie & @brightpinkpeppercorn for first pass feedback! You guys are all really awesome and I appreciate you all so much. 

Another day, another experiment for Mickey and Mason. Today’s flavor was taking photographs of deep space, courtesy of the telescope they remembered they got last Christmas, and their father’s old phone that they were allowed to occasionally play games on. 

“Do you think that counts as… deep space?” Mickey wondered, as he and his brother peered at the phone screen. 

“Well, yeah! And we’re just starting out,” Mason insisted. “We’ll get better!” 

“Yeah! Print it out!” Mickey hollered. “Our very first picture of outer space!”

Jett heard the bell of the elevator as she watched the boys signing the printout in colored pencil and running to the refrigerator with it. “Hold on, boys. I think I hear your father,” she said. 

Jett never met Sam at the door when he arrived home, with the exception of the time she had to distract him so Mason and Mickey could finish the birthday dinner for him. Today, however, she had a friendly warning for him. It just so happened that when she stepped out into the hallway, she was greeted by not only Sam, but also Sofia and Robin. 

Jett’s breath caught in her throat as she and Robin met eyes for a brief moment. The sight of him reminded her that the same night of Sam’s birthday dinner was also the night that brought Robin into her life, right here in that hallway. She quickly composed herself with a neutral demeanor. Addressing all three, she instructed, “Hey, guys. When you get inside, there’ll be a really blurry piece of paper on the fridge. Pretend you love it.” 

For once, Sam, Sofia, and Robin were united, sharing the same puzzled look directed at Jett, but before anyone could voice an actual question, Mickey and Mason were bursting out of the apartment door. 

“Mort’s! Mort’s!” the boys were chanting. 

“That’s right, boys,” Sam said brightly. He then turned to Jett and said, “Jett, we were hoping you could join us.” 

“But… it was going to be a night off,” Jett replied. Sam generally preferred dinners at home, but occasionally, he would take the boys out for some family time, and Jett would be off those nights. 

“I insist - dinner’s on me,” Sam said firmly, as everyone poured into the apartment and began raving over the hazy photo of a blob on the refrigerator. 

“M&M graciously donated one of the unused save files on their video game to me. And I thought tonight was supposed to be family night,” Jett said lamely. “Wouldn’t I be intruding?” 

“No, because someone invited you,” Sam said, tossing his head in Robin’s direction. “And even if he hadn’t, you’re welcome to join us on the family night out.”

“Oh… you’re going, too?” Jett said, catching Robin’s eye once again. This news changed things. 

Robin gave her a casual grin. “I never pass up Trader Mort’s.” 

Sofia chimed in, “It’s literally the only place all of us agree on. Even the kids, and Robin with his crude taste. That in and of itself should be considered a miracle.” 

Jett knew of Trader Mort’s, a no-expense-spared tiki bar and restaurant that liked to tout itself as more of an “experience” than a mere dining establishment. She herself had never gone, but she’d heard others sing its praises. The founder, James Mortemer, was supposedly descended from some legendary pirate captain and the restaurant apparently hinged heavily on this gimmick.

“Has something for everyone,” Sam put in. ��There’s a cool volcano show for the kids, Sofia and I both adore their menu…”

“Separate bar area where Robin can always find a girl to take home,” Sofia finished. 

Jett studiously ignored this comment as she led the boys away to find their coats. 

Moments later, Jett was finishing getting ready herself, and wandered back into the boys’ room. Robin then appeared at the boys’ bedroom door. “Kiddos, you want to go tell your dad you’re ready?” Robin said, knocking on the door frame. 

“Yep!” they cried in unison, running off. 

“You’re coming with me in my car, right?” Robin asked. 

Jett shot back his question with another question. “Because you want me to, or because it’ll piss off Sam?” 

“Nah, that’s boring now. Because I want you to,” Robin said with a grin. 

Jett had to smile. “Okay, you got me, then.” 

They spent the drive in comfortable conversation, and Jett’s heart fluttered when they left the car and approached the restaurant entrance, because of who was accompanying her. 

“Shall we, beautiful?” Robin said lightly, offering Jett his elbow to hold as they walked through the door. 

At dinner, things were generally civil, even as Robin insisted on sitting next to Jett and keeping close to her. The adults made polite small talk, and Mason and Mickey, as children were wont to do, had already long forgotten about “Suck-fia” and had moved on to other things. 

As the meal wound down, Robin nudged Jett. “You know, when those two take the kiddos to watch the volcano show, I bet we could sneak a little time to ourselves,” Robin said in a low voice into Jett’s ear. 

Though Sofia couldn’t hear the words, it was impossible to miss that Robin had leaned in very close to Jett to whisper to her. 

“Jett, tell me you’re not falling for this,” Sofia said with a slight roll of her eyes. “And Robin. Really? Just because you’re in a dating slump doesn’t mean you should be going after her.” 

“What, just going to do a drive-by on me like that? I have a great personality,” Jett said with a hollow laugh in between bites of her dinner. 

Robin glared, all traces of his earlier good mood gone from his face. “There’s nothing wrong with Jett.” Then, softening his expression, he turned back to Jett and asked, “Split one of these desserts with me?” 

Sofia sighed with exasperation and forged ahead. “I meant, you shouldn’t be leading her on, and then subsequently breaking her heart like you so frequently do, and leaving us to deal with the mess. We’ve never had to deal with your dating disasters before; why bring us into this now?” 

“Yes. For goodness’ sake, she’s an integral part of this family, now,” Sam piped up. “You can’t do that to her.” 

Sam had been admonishing Jett to steer clear of Robin ever since the three of them had met. It felt to her as though, even if Sam couldn’t have her himself, he still wanted to be the one that she longed for. 

But could it be that it wasn’t jealousy on Sam’s part, but simply the truth? Jett also remembered back to when she first met Sofia - she, too, had warned Jett that Robin was “a player.” That was the word she had used. 

The entire conversation made Jett let out an audible chuckle. It was the type of nervous laugh that one lets out when they know they’re in deep trouble, and so, one can’t help but simply let out a joyless laugh with a hint of melancholic despair. 

Sam glowered, and then turned towards Robin. “Don’t make her pay for it just because you’re annoyed you can’t get anyone else to fall for your charms right now.” 

“That’s not true,” Robin protested. 

“Fine. Then pick up one of the other beautiful women here tonight. Now. I bet you can’t do it.” 

Sofia raised her eyebrows in slight interest and amusement. She felt that Sam was more bewildered than upset or hurt by the situation. Things had always been handed to him, and, with the tragic exception of the loss of his wife, he’d had little experience in dealing with anything less than Easy Street. Sure, Jett had started the nanny position with an infatuation for Sam, but that was before she had gotten to know everyone better. Jett now wanting Robin instead of him appeared to have short-circuited Sam’s brain. 

“Watch me,” assured Robin belligerently, standing up to begin the search for his quarry. 

Sam couldn’t hold it in any longer. With Robin now gone from their table, he demanded, “Jett, what do you see in that guy?” 

An eight-hour explanation formed in Jett’s mind. “Nothing,” she ultimately said. 

Sam let out another sigh, and pulled out his phone. “Look,” he said. “This was actually an old business partner of Robin’s,” Sam said, scrolling through the phone. He handed the phone over to Jett. It was a multi-part Pictagram post. Swiping through revealed a rant written by an angered woman about how she’d felt “led on” by Robin only to find that their relationship was not what she thought it was. 

Jett skimmed the Pictagram post as Sofia and Sam watched Robin continue to walk around all the various sections of Trader Mort’s - the bar, the dining area, the fire pit, the merchandise booth. He was observing all of the other patrons of the restaurant as carefully as if he were shopping for a house or a car. 

“This was an old girlfriend,” Sam said, navigating to a different Pictagram post showing a scowling woman, followed by a lengthy diatribe of a caption talking about how truly wronged she’d been during their breakup. 

Sam took his phone back, swiped around, and gave it to Jett again, showing another Pictagram post with a different woman. “Girlfriend,” he said. 

“Girlfriend.” Another post, equal amounts of rage and spite in the caption. 

“Aaaaand, girlfriend.” Another post. More rage.

“Sam, you seem like you’re just looking out for me, which is… nice, but totally unnecessary,” Jett ventured cautiously, before a touch of anger seeped into her voice. “And, I mean, did you just already have these pictures ready, or something, just to show me?! All prepared to disparage him like this? You pulled these all out awfully fast.”

“Oh, no, I just searched by the hashtag. It was really easy to find,” Sam said with pure innocence. He showed the last photo again to Jett. Oh. There it was: #fuckrobinflores 

“Oh.” 

“To be perfectly fair, sometimes he just has one-night stands and the women aren’t all that bothered by it. You wouldn’t see those on the hashtag, though, I guess,” Sofia said with a chuckle. “But he hasn’t been getting any dates at all lately. I think that’s why he’s targeting you.” 

“I wouldn’t call it targeting,” Jett insisted. “We’re not exactly… well, you know we’re not together, but I wouldn’t say any of this is one-sided.” 

The conversation was interrupted because Sam noticed that Robin had settled at a standing table. Sam had to hand it to Robin - the girl he picked was absolutely stunning, a tall, slim brunette with a beautiful face. 

Robin had ordered the Poseidon’s Revenge Grog, the most expensive drink that Trader Mort’s offered, which was an elaborate, fruit-topped rum drink served in a carved bowl so massive it could comfortably house several tropical fish. 

Deftly as a master painter crafts their portraits, as a maestro weaves their notes together in a beautiful melody, and as anyone of extraordinary skill in their art wields their talent, Robin demonstrated to his onlookers his effortless skill in flirting. He simply poked two straws into his monstrous Poseidon’s Revenge Grog, pointed one of them at the girl, lowered his chin an inch, and gave her a sultry smile in invitation without so much as a word.  

Sam’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline - he thought he saw the immediate future flashing before his eyes. As the beautiful brunette girl leapt for her straw, and Robin leaned forward for his, Sam saw the inevitable collision course that their respective heads were on and tensed up, bracing himself for two visits to Concussion City. He would have sworn, “There’s nothing anyone could have done.” 

Except Jett wasn’t just anyone. In a lightning-quick motion, Jett lunged for the Poseidon’s Revenge Grog too, and her hand shot out between Robin and the girl, preventing the double head injury. 

“Jett!” Robin exclaimed. 

“Oh my god! Thank you!” cried the girl. “That was almost a disaster!” 

Jett shook out her hand and winced, looking everything like a hero who’d just punched out the bad guy. “I was supposed to be off baby-sitting duty tonight,” she said through gritted teeth, though her tone was light. “The universe decided that this would not be the case.” 

After a few more rounds of “Thank you,” and “Are you okay?!” the girl introduced herself to Robin as Phaedra, and smiled at him. 

Robin mumbled a quick apology to her. “Sorry - keep the Grog, though. I’m headed back to the bar with her, for some ice.” 

“No, I get it, totally. But if you want to hang out sometime - give me your phone?” said Phaedra. 

“Oh. Sure.” Robin placed his hand on Jett’s back as Phaedra typed away, and as soon as she was done, he gave her a quick thanks. 

“See you!” said Phaedra, grabbing the tiki bowl and flouncing away back to her friends. 

Robin led Jett to the bar, where he found an empty bar stool. He cleared his throat and gave a charming smile to someone seated on the next bar stool, and asked with all the confidence of a man who could still score the phone number of a girl he’d almost concussed, “Hey, buddy. You mind?” 

“Not at all,” said the other man, moving one stool over. 

“Thanks,” Jett managed weakly, as the two of them sat side by side and Robin asked the bartender for a bag of ice. 

“What do you say you and I share a much more reasonably sized drink?” Robin asked. 

Jett laughed. “Yeah. Sure. And dessert, too, since that didn’t happen earlier.” 

They sat mostly in silence for a short while, as Jett iced her hand, and awkwardly ate with her non-dominant hand. Jett mumbled an apology as her hand brushed against Robin’s, reaching for their shared drink. They had decided on a Damnation, a mixture of light and dark rums and fruit juices served in a ceramic mug in the shape of a piranha. It was, as Robin had suggested, a much more reasonably sized concoction. 

“I’m really uncoordinated with this hand,” she joked.

In response, Robin closed his hand around her uninjured one. “Jett?” he said softly. 

“Yeah?” 

“You can trust me,” Robin said with an unusual sincerity. 

For a moment, Jett debated feigning innocence and asking, “About what?” 

She couldn’t decide what to say for several more minutes, but eventually settled on “Yeah. I want to.” 

When Robin and Jett returned to the others, they were then standing at the miniature volcano display waiting for the show to start. Sam had a triumphant look on his face. It dawned on Jett that this was a win-win situation for him: either Robin couldn’t pick anyone up and Sam would force him to admit that he only wanted Jett because he’d been in a dating slump, or, he did score some other girl’s number, and well - he would have scored the number of a girl who wasn’t Jett. It was as though Sam wanted to somehow prove that Robin couldn’t ever take her seriously. If Jett were to ask Sam, he would probably tell her that he would treat her like royalty - never mind the fact that he was engaged to someone else - while Robin would treat her like a customer at a delicatessen. “Now serving number five-oh-eight.” 

Jett could see herself understanding why Sam would think that. But Robin… Robin had asked her to trust him. 

“I hate to say I told you so…” Sam began. 

“Then don’t,” Jett snapped. 

“Well, it seems this was to be expected. All of us always have a good time when we come to Trader Mort’s,” Sofia said flippantly. “Congratulations are in order, I suppose, Robin. Enjoy your date with what’s-her-name.” 

“Mickey, Mason, look above you!” Sam interjected. 

As the boys marveled over the animatronics display descending from the ceiling - which Jett had to admit was actually pretty cool - she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Robin giving her a small smile, and holding up his phone screen for her to see. It showed the name Phaedra, followed by her phone number. Her contact name was accompanied by a bunch of heart emojis, a sort of digital age equivalent of kissing one’s lipstick to a napkin and writing “Call me!” 

Wordlessly, Robin made a bit of a show out of displaying the screen to Jett as he pressed “Delete contact.” 

He tossed the phone into his pocket. 

Lights began to flash and fog filled the room, and the Trader Mort’s crew started chanting. Jett’s hand slipped into Robin’s as the two of them watched the volcano erupt while the crowd cheered.  

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Pedro Pascal’s Characters

updated: 09/10/2021

Fic Ratings (read warnings in fic for details):

(G) General Audiences

(M) Mature

(E) Explicit: only suitable for adults

-> fake dating Drabbles with all the dude’s  <-

Home (M)

It’s been a long day year for Javi and all he wants is to go home.

Leave the light on (G)

Sleeping with the lights out seemed like a thing all the people do. So you told him how you struggled with it, after you almost fell asleep at a stake out he made sure you would feel safe from now on. 

switch (E)

When your new hot neighbor turned out to be no other than Javier Peña, the Agent that would join one of your Departments with you as his Superior, things should get a little more complicated. But somehow they didn’t…

Missing you (G)

A gala from the American embassy in Bogota lets you finally run in the man who you left without saying goodbye almost two years ago.

mix up (E)

A mix-up with the building's laundry was all it took to get what you always secretly wanted.

late night calls (E)

It all started with a phone call to the DEA office to tell Javier about the surgery of his father. You had insisted to take care of him after Chucho told you about the surgery. That you would fall in love with his son you had never met before? Just as surprising to you as it was to Javier. 

Night shift (E)

Meeting Javier during one of your nightshifts at the hospital turned into falling in love with him. But working different shifts can be challenging, yet you somehow make it work.

Whiskey, Cigarettes and Condoms (E)

You are working in a shop and your most interesting customer is the hot guy who buys XL Condoms every single week. Until he stopped.

Don't you want me (M)

6 years passed since Javier made the one decision he wished he could take back. What happens when he meets the one woman he ever truly loved?

Decisions (G)

You find your boyfriend cheating with one of your friends after getting home from work and call the person you always call when shit hits the fan.

Drabbles:

answering machine (G)

It's been two years since you heard Javier's voice. That didn't mean you weren't talking to him.

-> inevitable (series; M->E)

All your life you thought that there was no way the prophecy would come true. That was until you answered a distress call from a certain Mandalorian.

firsts (G)

Din knew it was the best for the kid to go with the Jedi. But on his way back to… he didn’t really know where, there was only one person he would allow to see how sad he really was. 

saved (G)

Being saved during a battle by a Mandalorian might have been faith for Alana and her little daughter Leila. 

my girl (E)

A Mandalorian crashing into your backyard and ruining your business might have been the best thing that ever happened to you.

Watch me (E)

You try to tease the Mandalorian after taking a skinny dip in the lake. He’s not having it.

drabbles:

one day (M)

One day you would get Din out of his armor to swim with you. Today you succeeded... partially

Happiness (G)

Din finds happiness. And his son finds his old armor.

prompts:

" I know we're not together but I might die today so I'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later" (G)

thots:

Din been jealous (E)

The baker’s daughter (E)

Mydra never thought she would end up in the local brothel, but after her father died, and she was too young to take over his business as the local baker, she found herself agreeing to what was proposed to her. So she lived at the local brothel, watching the girls and boys work, observing, until one day she finally would be ready to let one man be her first. That she would form somewhat of a friendship with the Prince of Dorne was as surprising to her as it was to him.

My flower (E)

Falling for the Prince of Dorne after he took you in, letting you work as his maid, was not something you (or him) planned. But when he found you sleeping in his bed, wearing his cloak, you were about to find out that maybe it wasn't just you who had fallen in love.

One step ahead (E)

When you took the job you knew that he might be there. Breaking up with him because of your ego was a mistake. But you were here to do your job. Weren’t you?

Drabbles:

caught (E)

It was a hot day in Sunspear. With the Martell family gone for travels, you wanted to sneak into the royal pool to cool down. Never thinking that maybe you weren't as alone as you thought.

and then the world stopped (E) Part 1 Part 2

Vic wasn’t unhappy when she moved with her husband to Washington D.C. She was happily married, had a new job as a teacher and was trying to get pregnant. But after a year of trying still nothing has happened. She didn’t know that just one accident of the nanny of one of the children in her class was about to change her whole life.

two lives (M)

Dave never planned to cheat on his wife. He never planned to fall in love with another woman. He never planned to live two separate lives. And he never planned to be attending the funeral of the love of his life after their mission went wrong.

second chance (G) (sequel to two lives)

7 months passed since Dave found out the woman he loved didn't die. Would she ever remember him?

disobedience (E)

Working as the babysitter for Dave York’s daughters came with all kinds of benefits. You didn’t mean to become one of those people. The typical cliche of the babysitter sleeping with the father of the kids you were watching but there was something about him you couldn’t stop thinking about. This is also how you found yourself at the only place he told you to not ever visit him, wearing nothing but a coat. The CIA offices.

private show (E)

Monica was struggling to give her two daughters everything they deserved. When Dave York walks into the Diner she worked in one night and offers her a job at his strip club, things begin to change…

Dance the night away (E)

He didn’t look like he could dance Salsa. But oh how wrong you were...

strictly professional (E)

AU: You were tired of handling your boss' affairs. Not because that wasn't part of your job. No. Because you wanted to be his affair. His only affair. And you had a plan for how to get there. Even if it meant blackmailing your boss Dave York.

unusual love(rs) (E)

When your husband Frankie proposed seeing other people while he’s gone for work you were hesitant at first. Until you found just how much he liked the idea of you with another man…

-> love(rs) (E)

Frankie is home and he hasn’t stopped thinking about the video you sent him. Now he wants to watch live. And participate.

found (G)

Dave and you had been friends for 20 years. You watched him get married to another woman and become a Dad, ignoring the constant heartbreak it was causing you cause you were in love with him. Four months after his death you receive a postcard with cordinates. What would you find?

to die for (G)

The man who broke your heart comes back to protect you from the man you were falling in love with.

one wish granted (G)

You could have wished that the man you had loved all your life finally would love you back. It was him granting the wishes after all. Instead, you wished you had never met him. That you really didn’t remember him maybe was the punishment Max deserved most.

Paris (G)

Maxwell Lord left after everything that happened with the Dreamstone. But a little part of you hoped you would see him again.

changes (G)

On your way to your last day at work before you start a new job you almost got ran over by a dog (and a boy). Thankfully a handsome stranger is there to help.

Neighbors (M)

After breaking up with your fiancé you find yourself moving back in with your brother and his daughter just outside of the city. Marcus Moreno is his neighbor and he really does take his neighborly duties to heart. Including taking care of mowing the lawn when your brother had to leave for work for a while.

Yes, Mr. Moreno (M)

With Missy moving out of the house to go to college Marcus felt more alone than ever before. When he met his daughters college roommate at a diner in the middle of the night he made a decision Missy could never find out about

-> Yes, Mr Moreno - The first time (E)

Marcus takes Alice home. She stays the night.

Going back home Masterlist (series)

Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.

Distraction (G)

Meeting a single Dad on the plane back to the states was maybe just the distraction you needed to get over your fear of flying. 

Nap Time (E)

Sometimes you and Frankie just need to have some alone time when the kids are napping.

Drabbles

Guy’s night (M)

You let Frankie decide how he wants to end his guy's night...

throwback (G)

Teenage you had bn head over heels for Frankie Morales. What happens when when your best friend takes you out on a double bind date almost 20 years later and your date is no other than Frankie?

Friday's at Frankie's (G)

After a week gone for work you come home to Frankie and his daughter

drabble about Frankie taking care of you when you have cramps

-> Sunday Morning (M)

You wake up in Frankie’s arms on rare quiet Sunday morning.

prompts:

you're sick, and we can't kiss, and it's , fkn, torture (M)

Max Says... (E)

Max remembered your aniversary and planned a trip to New York City. You gifted him the one thing he always wanted. Allowing him to use his mind control on you.

[pixie88]

Get to know your author ask.

4/13/15/21/22 also what fandom has been the most welcoming?

💚

Hey @gloriousalmondvoiddreamer

Did you take a leaf outta @aussieez book! 🤣

4) favorite character you’ve written?

That is just pure evil right there! 😈🤣 how can I choose?! OK, so I'm not including Choices fandom to narrow it down. If I HAVE to pick one? I'll go with Ellie because I have thrown some 💩 at that girl! 🤣

13) your strengths as an author?

I would say nothing but I feel I'll get a shovel or a bat to my throat if I do *coughs* from @aussieez and @secretaryunpaid 🤣 I'm gonna say fluff or Nina moments (all true stories BTW 🤣).

15) why did you start writing?

So I had read a few fanfics before I thought I'd give it a try which I did with the from A&E series, but I never published it till a year later. Then I was reading Choices The Nanny Affair fanfics I loved them all, but kept thinking I wish they went this way with the story or what if they did that. After a while I was like you know what instead of trying to find a story that went the way I wanted why don't i just write it myself?

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

Cringe! I hate it 🤦‍♀️🤣

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

This goes for reading as well as writing anything including physical, emotional and sexual abuse. I think since having kids I just haven't got the stomach for it, I get anger, upset and even feel physical sick. I read the Child Called It in school because all my friends were reading the book and finished it since haven't kids I reread it and I was sick just a few chapters in I couldn't continue reading it 😢 I applaud those who can read and write about it, but I tend to stay away from those subject.

What fandom has been the most welcoming?

Ermmm....definitely NOT CHOICES that's for sure 🤣

I don't know, A&E isn't really a part of a fandom because not alot of people have watched Coronation Street (only know of a couple of Brits 🇬🇧 on here).

I have had a lot of positive feedback on my Supernatural fics and few new followers who are supernatural fans.

I'm guessing Always the Bridesmaid is subtlety a part of the Henry Cavill fandom mainly because no one really knows Henry is Harry's face claim 🤷‍♀️🤣

Thanks for the ask lovely 😍

[ggukkieland]

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2020 August

Okay so I’m such a hoe for fics that I probably have about a hundred on queue but I can’t help appreciate all the works that these awesome writers put here on Tumblr and AO3. 

Here’s my attempt to organize my readings - though if my mood fluctuates, I’d just end up going through my reblogged fics for reading or sorting through my watchlist of ongoing/incomplete fics/series

✅ -  done reading   | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]🥕

Dangerous Pairing @nightowls388 - KNJ |  supernatural  au, fantasy au, forbidden romance

[2/?] “Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.”    

Queen Cobra @fantasybangtan - KTH | mafia au, undercover au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, thriller, s, f,a

[8/?]  when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

Arranged by obiwrites (AO3) - JHS | arranged marriage, unrequited love, angst, pining, jhs in love with someone else

[19/?] If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu​ - JJK | badboy, fwb, angst, smut, more angstttt (I binge-read on this for the angst), adorable JJK when he’s not an fboi

[14/?] I chose to read this on AO3. Incomplete, but Ch 14 had such a satisfying ending -  When by chance you walk in on the school’s infamous bad boy, not once, but two different times in one day; your life quickly spirals out of control.

I’ll Sue You, Min Yoongi by hosexi (AO3) - MYG |  neighbors, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, lawyer!reader

[9/10] Yoongi is the neighbor from hell

Whiskey Neat and Whisking Trips by lacielre (AO3) - KTH | comedy, fake dating au, baker!reader, veterinarian!taehyung, funny 😂🤣, ex!Jin

[2/4]  This is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was Taehyung, and he needed your help.

His Side, Her Side @scriptaed - JJK | he said, she said, f, a

[11/?] a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be  - one last chapter before series ends 😥

Black Swan @softlyjiminie - PJM | professional dancer, enemies to lovers, fake dating, figure skating, s, f, a

[2/?] a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

The Key to my Drawer @jjungkookislife - KTH | bestfriends to lovers, s, a

[10/?]  A key, a drawer, and a secret Taehyung planned to take to the grave

The Nanny @jjungkookislife - KSJ| lawyer!seokjin, nanny!reader, single dad au

[2/?] Jin hires a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more

Acatalepsy @1kook - JJK |   survival au, apocalypse au, s, f

[2/?] Jungkook didn’t understand, and the longer he ponders it, he realizes maybe he never will. Some things are just better left unknown, he supposes. But that didn’t mean one had to face them alone. 

Aphrodite in War @jungblue - JJK | angst, exes au, fake dating au, roommates, sorority/frat wars, college au *this is really good 😍😍*

[2/?] Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Palate Cleanser @btsmakesmehappy - KTH | agent au, fwb, strangers to lovers, s, f, a

[5/?] Part of The Company series -  Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

Bad Guy @taehoneys - JJK | college au, fratboy au, badboy, good girl(?), 

[3/?] chose to read this on AO3 A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time…a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

Good Girl Series:  Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl  @bonny-kookoo - JJK |  good girl au, bad boy au, roommates, established relationship, s, f, a

[5/?]  Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate, he didn’t quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep And what he definitely didn’t expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined. 

Agent of Love @ppersonna - JJK |  social media au, agent au, s, f, a

[1/?] as the FBI agent assigned to your phone, Jungkook keeps a diligent watch. he takes a special interest when you try your hand in online dating AND online sexting. desperate to keep you from bombing yet another potential date, Jungkook breaks his vow of silence to assist you in your plight to get laid.

Irregular Heartbeat @ppersonnakookies - MYG | social media au, surgeon!yoongi, intern!reader, 

[5/?] hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.

Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - JJK | hybrid au, pining, angst, fantasy, smut

Prequel SOWK 1 SOWK 2 [being revised by author] Epilogue [to be posted]

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

Elysee @ironicarmy - KSJ |  angst, drama, CEO!Seokjin, personal assistant

[1/?] Being the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion house is no easy feat. But to be the person behind the man, that being his assistant, is an even harder spot to maintain. In a company filled with affairs, bribery, deceit, lies and blackmail, you must struggle to survive and, eventually, climb your way to the top of the food chain. Seokjin, your boss, trusts you more than anyone, but when exactly does the line between friendly camaraderie blur with carnal desire? 

Beautiful Deception @jiminwreckedme​ - MYG? | mystery, thriller, ex!yoongi, angst, smut

[3/5] When your ex-boyfriend’s wife goes missing, you are the only one who can help him find her. But in a world where everyone is a friend and everyone is a culprit,  how will you find out what happened to the woman he loves?  Without falling for him all over again?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles -  to read]🥕

One Thing Right @hobios - JJK | fake marriage au, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, smut

01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09  ✅ (done, read it twice - this is just perfect ⭐ holy grail status)

Carousel @yoonia - MYG | mafia au, arranged marriage, heirs, CEO!Yoongi, suspense

Index: 16 Chapters & Epilogue | Drabbles and short stories |  Playlist |  Fan Edits

*a re-read this holy grail of a fic 🥰

Risk It @kookiesjoonies - JJK | social media au, exes to lovers, angst, smut ✅

Driving Me Wild @joonkookiemonster - JJK | demon prince!JJK, roommate au, comedy, fluff   ✅ (done reading, this is really cuuute 🥰)

Redefining Destiny @threeletterislife - JJK |  soulmates, enemies to lovers, mafia, fluff, crack, angst

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 (*have to read Yoongi’s story first*)

Rattled @gukslut - JJK | single dad au, angst, pining, enemies to lovers, neighbors, smut 

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three  Chapter Four   Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight Epilogue ✅(done)

*was reading this when it was ongoing, but stopped at Ch 5 (angst was too much for my heart 😢) - thrilled to binge-read this from the start 😍

Guarded @xjoonchildx - JHS | mafia au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, tsundere, smut

01 02 03 04 05 06 Epilogue  ✅

Never Falling @yoonia - PJM |  Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, Assistant!reader, Smut, Angst, slow burn ✅(done)

Spellbound @minflix - PJM |  witches au (sort of based on the secret circle),  smut, comedy, fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers

Lie @yoon-kooks - PJM | angst, fluff, based on movie “Flipped”

0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // FINAL

On the Sidewalk of Champ Elysees @taeramisu = KTH | journalist!KTH, exes to lovers, smut, angst, paris, slow burn

Little Monsters @yoon-bug - MYG | established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, s, f  ✅

Take One @taetaewonderland - MYG | pornstar!yoongi, fanfictionwriter, strangers to lovers, s, f ✅

The Habits of a Broken Heart @softykooky - JJK |  soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers  ✅(done)

Into the Wilderness @gukyi - PJM | camp counselor au, unrequited love, friends to lovers

Oops @honeyj00ns - JJK | love at first hear, comedy, fluff, smut, “ You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know”  ✅

A Song Request @n8dlesoupguk - JJK | drabble, romance,  where you always listen to the same radio station and he lives in the apartment complex opposite of yours ✅

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates @ot7always - JJK | roommates, quarantined life, college, smut, fluff ✅

Your Favorite Cardigan in Summer Nights @prodkkyu - JJK | one shot, angst, high school sweethearts, exes au, summer fling  ✅

Crimson Park @heartbeatan - JJK |  mafia, boss!reader, mystery, angst

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 (Final) ✅

Pranks @mysecretatticsstuff - JJK | enemies to lovers, prank wars, angst, smut, fluff ✅

Too Long, Didn’t Read @fortunexkookie - KTH | college, writers, enemies to lovers, fluff ✅ (done reading, love love this)

You’ve Got Mail @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - JJK |  Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, angst, ex-lovers, enemies to lovers  ✅ (done reading, love this)

Love at First Oink @glodenclosetau- KTH | social media au, neighbors, friends to lovers, piggies 🐽, romance, fluff, comedy ✅ (done - the cutest smau ever)

Sugar @seokjxnnie​ - MYG | ceo!yoongi, escort!reader, personal assistant, smut ✅

Amor Vincit Omnia @sunshyngal - MYG | Mafia au, arranged marriage, angst, violence, drama

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20  ✅

My Euphoria @beyochu​ - JJK | fake dating au, fluff, ceo!jungkook, florist!reader, romance  ✅ (done, really adorable)

All Aboard @ve1vetyoongi​ - KNJ | smut, officeworker!namjoon, enemies to lovers  ✅

[choicesficwriterscreations]

9:30

Title: 9:30 am

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 2

Pairing: M!Sam Dalton x MCGenre:

Warnings: Slight angst

Rating: G

Type: One-fic (as of rn)

Link to Story

[chemist-ana]

This is also my smile submission for today Day 48 of #101Smiles, because who doesn't love some birthday sex!?

If you really want to get in the mood for this fic: listen to this song. Crazy in Love Remix by Queen Bey Beyoncé

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC)

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content Warning: NSFW- lots of it. STEAMY AF. Get a fan.

Word Count: 1837

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

A/N: Today is Sam Dalton's birthday! Hooray! And to commemorate this momentous occasion, let us shout huzzah! I wrote a seriously steamy NSFW story because these two were just begging to get it on. A big shout out to @txemrn for always being my number one cheerleader and reading through this.

My apologies for the grammar and spelling mistakes that I know are present, I just can't spend any more time editing this, because I am DYING to get it out.

***

I lean my hip into the open drawer and it glides softly to a close. My eyes scan over the leftover birthday cake on the marble counter, and the blown out and discarded candles resting beside it. Movement catches my attention out of the corner of my eye and I turn to see Sam walking back into the kitchen.

“That was quick.” I say softly as he comes up behind me, wrapping his strong sculpted arms around my shoulders.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Yeah, turns out a sugar crash can hit just as hard as a sugar rush.”

He unwraps his arms, stepping besides me and putting a fork full of cake in his mouth. “The boys do know that I turned 37 today, right?” His eyes flick to mine with humor.

“They didn’t last night, hence the question mark.” I laugh softly. My eyes glance over to the time and my thoughts drift to the texting conversation I had with Robin. “Soo, what are you guys going to do tonight?” I try to sound casual, but I might have missed the mark.

“I really don’t know, Robin just mentioned he would pick me up at 10.” He shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of birthday cake.

“Well, what do you normally do?” I turn and lean my butt against the edge of the counter, crossing my arms.

“We usually go to a whiskey bar and smoke cigars. You know that.” He turns towards me, fear flickering in his eyes before he trains his expression.

I raise one sculpted brow at him. “So you’re going to tell me that Robin, of all people, just wants to sit at a bar and smoke cigars tonight?”

He closes the distance between us as he bends his head so our lips are millimeters apart, a crooked smile playing on his pouty lips. “My love, are you jealous?”

My breath catches in my throat at the intensity of his gaze. I can smell the sweetness of the cake on his breath, and mixed with the smell of his Valentino cologne, it weakens my knees. I take a shaky step back.

“I talked to Robin.”

He took an involuntary step back as nervous energy started to pour off of him. “Oh, what about?”

“Oh, it was very interesting.” I straighten my shoulders and raise my chin. “Something about birthdays past… and what you guys are doing tonight.”

“Ana…” His face drops and he reaches out towards me but I step out of his reach.

“I can’t believe you.” I turn and walk out of the room, making my way quickly to our bedroom. I slam the door shut and smile softly as I take a moment to lean on the closed door. Time for operation birthday boy.

***

I sat with my legs crossed on the tall wing back chair in the corner of our room. A pair of black strappy Louboutins on my feet, my curves and most intimate places hidden by a black La Perla lingerie set, the soft glow of candlelight flickering off of my olive skin. The door opened slowly and Sam’s handsome face came into view. His eyes widened as they scanned the room, finally coming to rest on me.

“What’s all of this?” He whispers quietly as he walks slowly through the room, his eyes trained on me.

“Well, Mr. Dalton, if you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask.”

A devilish grin spread across his face as he came to a stop right in front of me. I looked up at him, and his eyes grew dark with desire. He reached out and slowly ran a finger down my jaw.

I stood up gracefully from the chair, our lips only a breath away. I watch his Adam’s Apple rise and fall. I lean in even closer, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Sit down.” I took his ear lobe between my teeth and sucked softly before stepping out of his reach.

Our eyes are locked on each other as he folds his tall, muscular frame into the chair, and I give him a sly smile as I bend forward, putting my breasts at his eye level, resting my hands on the armrests. His eyes slid down my body as he let out a deep breath. I bit my lip as I dropped my voice into a husky whisper.

“Happy birthday, to you.” My voice is sultry as I channel my inner Marilyn.

Happy birthday, tooo youuu.”

Happy birthday… Mr. CEO.” I shimmy my shoulders slightly and he watches my breasts bounce side to side.

Happy birthday, to youuu.”

His eyes find mine again with heat and longing. His Adam Apple rises and falls. “That was…” he clears his throat.

I stood up, turning my back to him, and with an accentuated sway of my hips, walked to the speaker system on the dresser. I press play, and the opening piano notes of “Crazy in Love” fills the quiet room.

I turn back towards him, letting my head lull back as I slowly trace my fingers down, following every dip and rise of the curves of my body. When I pick my head up, my eyes are fixed on him as he watches me with an almost animalistic gaze. His fingers grip the armrest, his jaw set.

I walk slowly back towards him and he reaches out to touch me. “No touching the merchandise, Mr. Dalton.” I trace a manicured fingernail across his firm chest. “Just sit back and enjoy the show.” His tongue darts out to lick his lips and my insides clench. I take a deep breath, letting myself get lost in the sexy and sultry tones.

I turn around, squatting down until the curves of my ass just barely graze the hardened desire in his pants, and I turn my hips in an agonizing slow circle. I lift my hands above my head as I continue to grind into him, increasing my pressure with every slow circle. I recognize the shift in the song and I stand up. Pride swells in my chest as my eyes meet his dark, hooded gaze. I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips.

I throw my head back as I push my chest towards his face and sink my hips down as I grind into his. I hear his breath hitch at the contact and a rush of desire floods my veins. I close my eyes as I roll my hips and my chest with my head pulled back. I bring my arms to his shoulders as I bring my breasts to within a breath of his lips.

I halt my movements, bringing my gaze to the top of his head as he stares unabashedly at the lace covering my breasts. I can feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin. I reach back and unclasp the delicate bra. I pull the straps off of my shoulders and the soft pink of my pert breasts bounce free. He groans, leaning forward to bring one of my nipples between his teeth. I take a sharp breath in at the sensation before pushing him back into the chair.

His stormy eyes turn up to meet mine, and I give him a coy smile.

“No touching.” I whisper as I reach up and place my hand on his cheek. He clenches his jaw. I bring my hands up above my head, trailing my fingers down until they wrap softly around each breast, teasing and pulling my soft pink nipples into firm peaks. I continue trailing my fingers down as I resume grinding my hips into his hard cock that is straining in his pants.

“Mmm… baby. I love giving you a show.” I purr into his ear and need coils in my body.

I climb off of his lap, but step up onto either side of his legs. My long legs place my most intimate place right in front of his hot, panting breath. I move my hips side to side in slow, deliberate movements. His eyes scan slowly up my body, lingering on my hips, then my breasts, then finally settling on my eyes. I smile. I trail my fingers along my every curve until they rest on the waist of my lace panties. I dip my fingers down the front, feeling the pooling wetness of my desire. I throw my head back in ecstasy as I press firmly on my clit.

“Fuck, Ana. Let me touch you baby.”

I remove my hand, but skim my fingers along the fabric.

Suddenly he stands up, wrapping his hands firmly around my ass, I wrap my legs around his hips and yelp in surprise. He carries me to the window, pinning me firmly against the cold glass. He reaches between us and tears the panties from my body with a growl.

He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen. And I cannot control myself around you. So right now, I am going to take you, hard and fast.” He growls and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. He reaches down and I hear him undo his zipper, and suddenly he slams his huge cock deep into me.

“Sam!” I moan loudly as my eyes flutter closed. He continues to pump his rock hard cock into me, our moans echoing off of the walls of our master suite. He grabs my wrist and pins them above my head. I open my eyes and watch as he leans back just enough so he can see my face. His obsidian eyes are hooded with desire. I can feel my body tightening as it nears the edge.

“Come for me, Anastasia.” He demands, his voice husky.

His words are my undoing and my body crashes over the edge in an earth shattering orgasm. I clench around his cock and my head falls back.

“Fuck.” He cries out as he buries his head in my shoulder. I feel his cock twitch over and over as he finds his own release deep inside of me.

Our bodies are intertwined as we both slowly regain our breaths.

He lowers me down to the ground, holding me until he is sure I have my footing.

His slow smile was pure satiated male.

“That was the best birthday present I have ever gotten.” He brings his hand up to my cheek, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.

Our moment is broken by the buzzing of his phone on the floor. He bends down and picks it up, his eyes locked on mine.

“Hey Rob.”

“Sorry, I was… busy.” The corner of his lip quirks up.

“Give me a few minutes.” He hangs up.

I smile at him. “Go, have fun.”

He shakes his head, stepping back up to me and wrapping his arms around me, pulling my lips to his.

“I fucking love you.” He says against my lips.

“I love you, too.”

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[another-fantasy-world]

“Sometimes, In Order To Win, You’ve Got To Risk Everything”

Hi there! Ya’ll can call me ‘Floryn’. Flor for short. I’m a young, impulsive yet inspired amateur writer who mostly gets her ideas from her hour long shower. I’ve been writing fics and ideas for as long as I can remember, 

First things first, this is a side blog, I can’t reply to comments on this account.

I’m bi. Usually go by she/her but I’m also comfortable with they/them. Since it’s quarantine season, I had a shit ton of series and movies + anime I’ve watched and it’s fueling me to write cringey ass fan-fiction. 

I only write female characters x fem/gn! reader and maybe some wlw ships. 

Please indicate what you'd like to request; fic, drabble, or headcanons.

So without further-ado, Here are the fandoms that I’m currently into and it willing to write for:

SERIES AND MOVIES

Criminal Minds

Wynonna Earp

Twilight 

Supergirl

ATLA

Teen Wolf

Marvel MCU

DC

Riverdale

CAOS

Fear Street

Oceans 8

Fate: The Winx Saga

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Carmen Sandiego

Trese

ANIME

Demon Slayer

Kakegurui

Haikyuu

Jujutsu Kaisen

MUSICALS

Heathers

Mean Girls

Six

PIXELBERRY’S CHOICES

Bloodbound

Nightbound

The Elementalists

The Nanny Affair

The Heist: Monaco

The Royal Masquerade

The Haunting At Braidwood Manor

Hero

Perfect Match

Queen B

THE ARCANA

Nadia Satrinava

Portia Devorak

YOUTUBERS/STREAMERS

Valkyrae

Pokimane

RE: VILLAGE

Lady Dimitrescu

Dimitrescu Sisters

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Lady Beneviento

Mother Miranda

MISC

Lorraine Warren

Alma Peregrine

Maleficent

Mary Poppins

MASTERLIST

Check my masterlist for characters that I write for! You may request if you want to( a little warning tho, I am a slow writer so my apologies), be it through anon messages or bold asks. I’ll love you all the same. <3

RULES

Please indicate what you'd like to request; fic, drabble, or headcanons.

No smut. I’m not comfortable writing it, and frankly, I’m not good at it either

Be polite and don’t be an asshole, this is a safe place for people who just need their fanfiction fix

I have the right to deny requests when I don’t want to write them, Sorry.

Keep in mind that I am still studying, therefore that will take up majority of my time, I’ll have to ask you to please be patient with me, know that I will write on my free time and my free time alone. 

I won’t write about issues like pedophilia and incest and other stuff related or similar to those. 

I don’t write for male!readers I don’t know how to be a man, I’m so sorry-

Another thing, if you want to be added to the taglist, please tell me what character/ fandom you want me to add you in. (All fics, Criminal Minds fics, Wanda Maximoff x Reader fics etc.) and shoot me an ask, or a dm <3

[cyb3r-kat]

WRITING HIATUS

In light of PBs actions and choices regarding how they've chosen to go about writing open heart and their blanant disregard over players valid criticism and concerns, I will not be writing any open heart fics until August and all future fics will be put on hold.

And call me selfish if you want, but another huge reason why I'm halting my writing is due to how some—keyword SOME— ethan stans TM have been acting to the point I don't want to be producing content relating to ethan cause they don't deserve anything if this is how they're actively choosing to behave instead realizing PB and themselves are GROSSLY in the wrong here

TLDR; fic writing is on hold until fans and PB can get their act together and shapen up because of y'all don't deserve the content I put out and I don't feel it's right putting out content while other fans get fucked over

Edit: to clarify i am only putting open heart fics on hold and will not be writing stories for that book. Other books like blades or nanny affair for example I will publish if an idea strikes me

[omeliafics]

A Music Affair: The Third Lullaby

Hi! So, this is a fic from one of these two prompts this anon sent me about Amelia’s third pregnancy. The anon asked for a drabble, but I got too carried away and I’m doing a two-shot fic instead hahaha hope you don’t mind! So, here’s how both of them found about the pregnancy and how they dealt with it. Hope you enjoy and please send me your feedback!

Amelia had just gotten out of the shower in her dressing room after doing a concert in LA. It was her last show from her national tour that had lasted a few weeks, and she was about to do a world tour, a month later, that was gonna last 15 days. So, the woman was excited to get home and enjoy her free time with her family before she had to get on a plane for her first concert in Mexico.

Although she had time to go home on the days off she got during her tour, Amelia missed her children like crazy. Melody was 5 and Oliver was almost 2, so it killed her to go touring and miss out on their everyday life, even if they kept talking through skype and Owen constantly reassured her that her children were not starting to forget about her.

But, on the other hand, she hadn’t been doing real tours ever since Melody was born, five years before, and her fans were going crazy about it. So, when she released her last album, it was something they needed to do and it became one of the highest peaks of her career.

Amelia had put on a jeans short skirt and a tank top and was beginning to tidy up her dressing room table, when she heard a knock on the door.

Distractedly opening the door, she widened her eyes at the sight of the man in front of her.

“How’s my beautiful wife?” He smirked, looking at her.

“Owen!” She opened a smile from ear to ear from the surprise, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing his lips. “What are you doing here?”

With his hands still on her waist and his face close to Amelia’s, Owen looked at every facial feature of hers, locking his eyes to her deep blue ones.

“I thought about paying you a visit, getting some alone time with you…” His hands went under her tank top as he spoke, his thumbs softly caressing the skin on her back, feeling Amelia shiver with his touch.

“But I was just about to go home…” She furrowed her brows, confused. “...And, hey, where are the kids?”

Owen slightly giggled at the cute look of confusion on her face.

“The kids are with the nanny and, well… You’re going home, but I know that you already made loads of plans of turning this free time you have before going to world tour into a family time, enjoying the kids as much as you can.” He answered her.

“And is that a bad thing…?” Amelia looked even more confused, clueless to what he was trying to say.

“Of course not, but you see…” Owen smirked at his wife still in his arms, leading her backwards into the room and closing the door with his foot. “I really wanted some Owen and Amelia time.”

“Oh, I see.” She finally understood, biting her bottom lip at the way her husband was looking at her, his eyes filled with desire.

“And you know what?” He said, his arms going around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

“What?” She put her arms around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes so her face would be closer to his.

“I’ve always wanted to do it in a dressing room.” He whispered against her ear, feeling Amelia’s fingers slowly run through his hair and tightly grab onto them.

“Then, let’s make that dream come true.”

As soon as Amelia said those words, Owen attacked her lips, hungrily.

His mouth, then, went all the way to her neck, biting and sucking on her skin as he felt Amelia’s grip tightening around him, eagerly.

Hearing her moaning in pleasure when his hands went from her waist to her thighs, making it all the way up beneath her skirt, Owen strongly grabbed Amelia’s thighs and, in a swift move, lifted her up, her legs quickly tightening around his hips.

“I’ve missed you.” She murmured, nibbling on his ear, as he took her to the dressing room table, not even minding the makeup he had knocked off of it.

With her seating on the table, her legs still tightly wrapped around his torso, Owen grabbed Amelia’s face in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I’ve missed you too. So much…” He said, before meeting her lips with his and rapidly intensifying the kiss.

Of course Amelia had gone back home many times during her national tour. But, spending most of the time with the kids, Owen and Amelia hadn’t had time to fully enjoy each other, at least not without any interruptions. So, to finally have only just the two of them and some actual time to thoroughly savor that moment, was something both of them were excited about.

Taking off both of their shirts and Amelia’s bra, Owen focused on his wife’s breasts before slowly sliding his hands underneath her skirt and take off her panties, teasing Amelia even more.

Joining their bodies closer, Owen put his hands on Amelia’s neck and admired her for some time before kissing her passionately, a kiss that made Amelia forget about all of her worries, her tours, how busy her life was, everything. In that moment, there was only Owen and her, enjoying the most of themselves, something they’d been craving for quite some time. And that kiss drove her focus out of her mind, into only their physical touches and what they were about to do.

It was her last day at home before going on her world tour and Amelia was packing a few of her clothes in a suitcase.

The last month had been filled with leisure times with the family. Taking the kids to Disney, to the zoo and even just staying at home, watching them play as she lazily snuggled on the couch with Owen was something that filled her with love and admiration for her life. She had had the most of fun with her family for an entire month, but she still felt her heart ache at the thought of not being with them for 15 days.

Folding her clothes and putting them inside the suitcase, she watched as Melody and Oliver jumped on her and Owen’s king sized bed, then helping her son get down to chase Melody, who ran around the room.

“Melody, careful with the running.” She warned her daughter, seeing her slow down as she was told to.

Going into the closet to pick more clothes, Amelia went back to the room one minute later to find her 5 year old holding up Oliver’s legs upside down, his head laying on the floor as she tried her hardest to take him entirely off the ground, unsuccessfully, since Melody wasn’t strong and not that tall either, unlike her baby brother. The little boy chuckled out loud as his sister shook him up and down, her arms around his waist.

“Oh my God, Melody!” Amelia quickly ran to their children and picked up Oliver from her daughter’s arms, the 2 year old still laughing at the situation. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Oliver stole my candy! I’m trying to get it from him!” The girl justified, pointing to her brother’s pockets, where you could clearly see a few wrapping papers daring to fall off.

Amelia sighed, holding her son in one arm.

“Hey, lunch’s ready.” Owen announced, coming to the room. Seeing Amelia’s troubled expression, he furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong?”

“I just caught Melody hanging Oliver upside down to get the candy from his pockets.” She told him, her free hand on her hips.

Owen smiled at the image in front of him of Amelia with one hand on one side of her hips and their son on the other, a puzzled expression on her face. He loved his wife in every aspect of their lives, on stage, red carpets, naked… But it was the image of her as a mother, carrying one half of what they treasured most in this world, that made his heart beat faster.

Looking at Melody, who carried a guilty expression, he realized where that was coming from.

“Mel, life is not like the cartoons you watch.” He kneeled down in front of her, speaking softly, so she would understand. Owen remembered a recent cartoon they had watched together where the character had turned another upside down to get things from his pocket, possibly where that attitude of Melody was coming from. “You can’t just hold your brother upside down, you could’ve hurt him. Now, that’s not what you want, right?”

She quickly shook her head as a no.

“Great, then let’s not act this way the next time, okay? You can just ask him for the candy.” He told her.

“I did, but he just screamed and ran away with it!” She argued, annoyed at her brother.

“Mel, your brother’s little, he doesn’t fully understand things yet.” Amelia explained to her. “But, you’re the oldest, so you have to know right from wrong here and be a role model to him.”

Melody pouted for awhile, pondering if that was a good idea.

“But he can’t even eat the candy, he just wants to play with it!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“There’s no need to fight about this, Mel. Let your brother play with the candy. Soon, he’ll be tired of it. Here, take this one.” Owen handed her a blue candy that was in a bowl next to the TV.

“But, I want the red one that he has!” She exclaimed, raising her voice a little bit.

“Melody…” Owen gave her a censored look, his voice deep to let her know he wasn’t liking the way she was behaving.

“Fine, I’m sorry...” She sighed, realizing she was in the wrong. “Thank you for the candy, daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Then, seeing the problem was solved, he turned to Amelia. “Okay, so, lunch?”

“Hang on, I just need one thing to finish packing.” She put Oliver back on the floor and hurried to their closet, coming back with two pairs of ankle boots in her hands. “Okay, so the red one or the dark purple one?”

“Are you really asking me this?” Owen raised his eyebrows at his wife, doubting she was thinking clearly.

“C’mon, I only have space for one!” Amelia insisted. “Which one do I look the prettiest with?”

“Well…” Owen frowned, trying to analyse it, his mind blank.

“The purple one!” Melody pointed at the boot, surprising her parents, since they didn’t realize she was paying attention to the conversation. “I love mommy with the purple boot.”

“Aw, baby, thank you.” Amelia felt her heart melt, giving the girl a kiss on the cheek, before putting the boots in the suitcase and closing it. “The purple ones it is, then.”

“See? Even your five year old daughter has more sense of fashion than you.” She teased Owen, smirking while she picked up Oliver from the floor, heading to the doorway.

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” He joked, taking Melody’s hand and following Amelia to the dining room.

“Mommy, do you really have to go?” Melody cried, looking up to her mother whilst wiping a few tears from her cheeks. “I don’t want you to!”

“Yeah, mommy.” Oliver pouted too beside Melody as they said goodbye to Amelia in the hallway, his bottom lip trembling as a sign that he was about to cry as well. Oliver didn’t speak much, since he was only 20 months old, still learning the words. But, whenever he had really strong feelings about something, he tried his hardest to put it into words.

“Oh honey…” Amelia kneeled down in front of them, looking at both of her children, feeling her heart ache about having to leave. “Mommy really has to go.” She dried a tear going down Melody’s cheek with her thumb. “But I’ll be back very, very soon. You won’t even have time to miss me.” She said, trying to make it sound better. “You two will have lots of fun with your dad. He’ll be here the entire time to take you to the park, play with you and all of that.” She saw Melody’s eyes sparkle beneath the tears when she thought about how much fun they were gonna get with Owen. “Besides, I’ll facetime you every night to put you to bed and listen about your days. It won’t even feel like I am gone.”

“But we won’t hug or kiss…” Melody looked down, upset, her statement making Oliver cry harder.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Amelia pulled both of them into her arms, hugging them tightly and kissing the top of their heads. “That only means we’ll have a lot of hugging and kissing to make up for when I get back, okay?”

“Okay…” The five year old murmured against her mother’s hair, wetting Amelia’s shirt with her tears.

“I love you two, okay? So, so much. More than anything in this life.” Amelia pulled away from the hug and told them, looking into their eyes and drying their tears with her thumbs.

“I love you too, mommy.” Melody said, her brother nodding in agreement.

Amelia stood up and met Owen, putting her hands on his cheeks.

“And I love you.” She smiled at him.

“I love you too.” He responded, before meeting her lips in a quick kiss. “Call me when you get there.”

“I will.”

“And don’t worry about the kids, everything’s going to be fine. Enjoy your tour.”

“I’ll try.” She giggled, before picking up her suitcase and heading to the door, waving to her kids.

The first week of Amelia’s tour went great. It was very chaotic, as expected, since they went to four different countries throughout Latin America in seven days, but everything went smoothly and the performances couldn’t have gone better.

Things started to change when it was time for their European part of the tour.

Amelia was staying in a nice hotel in the center of Paris and had just got back from breakfast, tidying up a few things in her room, when she started to feel nauseated all of a sudden. The woman tried to ignore it for a few minutes, but the feeling started to hit her harder and when she saw, she was already running to the toilet to throw up.

Amelia, then, wiped her mouth and sat on the floor beside the toilet, since she was still feeling a little bit sick.

Hearing a knock on her room’s door, Amelia used all of her strength into getting up and washing her mouth before she answered it.

“Hey, it’s almost time for soundcheck, so are you ready or…” Maggie was distractedly saying as she looked at a message on her phone, widening her eyes when she looked up to her friend’s face. “Oh my God, Amelia, you look so pale! Are you okay?”

“Uhm, yeah, I just felt very sick all of a sudden.” She told her, letting Maggie in the room. “It must’ve been something I ate.”

“I’ll reschedule soundcheck, then, maybe in a few hours…” Maggie was already typing on her phone, taking action.

“No, no, no.” Amelia held her hands, stopping her. “I’m good. I’m great. We can go now.”

“Are you sure?” Maggie raised her eyebrows at her, doubtful.

“Yes, let me just brush my teeth and we can go.”

Amelia still felt a bit nauseous throughout the day, but luckily, when it was time for her concert, she was already feeling better, drinking lots of water to help her stay hydrated.

Feeling like that issue was behind her, the woman was surprised when, the next day, she still woke up feeling a little bit nauseous. And, even though she didn’t throw up, that nausea stayed annoying her throughout the whole day.

Things got even worse on Saturday, two days after she started to feel nauseous, when Amelia had to throw up in the airport on her way to London for her next concert, feeling the most tired she had ever been.

“Amelia, I really think you should see a doctor before the concert tonight.” Maggie suggested as they pulled their suitcases through London’s airport.

“I’ve already told you, there’s no need for that.” She tried to convince her friend, without looking at her, since she was clearly still feeling ill.

“You’re so stubborn…” Maggie rolled her eyes as they handed their baggage to be put in the van that was taking them to their hotel. “It’s obvious that this is not some food poisoning, it’s gotta be something else.” She said, sitting beside Amelia in the van and lowering her voice for her next sentence. “Have you thought about, you know, peeing on a stick?”

“Maggie!” Amelia reprimanded her, looking around to see if any of the crew guys had heard it. “Are you insane? Of course that’s not the case!”

“Well, it could be.” The woman shrugged.

Amelia hadn’t even thought about her symptoms being due to a pregnancy. Since she didn’t have such strong nausea in her last two pregnancies, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, thinking it might be an infection or something like that.

Even though she and Owen had always talked about having three kids, after Oliver was born, things got a bit hard for the couple. Ollie had loads of cramps his first weeks at home, which resulted in a lot of crying and sleepless nights for Owen and Amelia. And, on top of that, they also had to deal with Melody being a bit jealous of her brother and causing more trouble than usual, wanting her parent’s full attention. Amelia had just gone back to her regular work schedule now that she had stopped breastfeeding and Oliver didn’t need her constantly with him anymore, so thinking about going back into all the crying, dirty diapers and puke mode after just getting rid of it made Amelia nervous. She loved her kids and loved being a mom, but those parts were not so fun to deal with.

“Or it could be some kind of flu or something.” Amelia said, trying to convince herself. “Besides, I take the pill.”

“I’m not even going to argue with you about the pill not being 100% effective in all cases because you should know about this already.” Maggie told her, serious.

“Okay, can we not talk about this anymore?” Amelia asked, a pleading look on her face.

“Fine, but if you don’t get better soon, we’re doing something about it.” Maggie warned her friend.

Amelia didn’t get better, though. The nausea stuck with her throughout the entire day, but after drinking lots of water and forcing herself to eat some fruit, she felt like she was ready to do the concert, not wanting to let down her english fans.

The beginning of the concert went great. Amelia forgot about her nausea and focused on what she loved doing the most, which was singing. The fans seemed to be enjoying the concert, as Amelia sang her greatest hits and interacted with the audience, like she loved to do. But, as the show was coming to an end, the singer started to feel ill again.

Dizziness and nausea hit her hard when she was singing the third to last song and ended up getting a few of the lyrics wrong, apologizing after she was finally able to finish the song, making jokes to cover up her mistakes.

Amelia gathered all of her strength to continue with her show, but after singing three verses of the next song, she quickly signaled to the guys in the band to keep playing and ran backstage, throwing up in the nearest trash can she could find.

“Oh my God, Amelia!” Maggie exclaimed, shocked about what had just happened. Seeing her friend on the floor with her back against the wall and hands on her face after throwing up, clearly sweating and looking paler than she had ever seen her, Maggie quickly gathered her thoughts and took charge of things. “Okay, Gavin, grab me as many bottles of water as you can find STAT! Tracy, get me a fan, paper sheets or anything to blow on her face.”

“N-no, I can’t stay here.” Amelia finally said something, lifting up her head to look at Maggie.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Maggie tried to calm her down, fanning some sheets on her face that Tracy had given to her.

“But, the fans are there with the band and they must’ve noticed that something’s wrong, I can’t just leave like this.” Amelia argued, taking the bottle of water that Eli handed her, drinking almost all of it in one go. “There’s just two songs left, I think I can finish…”

“Amelia, don’t.” Maggie said, in a bossy manner. “I’m going there to say some apologies and that you were not feeling very well to continue the show. I’m sure they’ll understand, it’ll be fine.”

Amelia sighed in defeat and nodded to her.

Maggie gave her friend a kiss on the cheek and got up, going on stage to do as she said so.

“Oh my God, I just want to take a shower and go to bed!” Amelia groaned when she arrived in her hotel room later that evening, Maggie right behind her.

“At least you’re feeling a bit better, right?” Her best friend and manager asked.

“Yeah, the sweating and dizziness are gone. My blood pressure must’ve been really low.” She said as she sat on the bed, taking off her shoes. “The nausea won’t go away, though.”

“Okay, so before you take a shower…” Maggie went through her handbag, taking out a box and handing it to Amelia. “Just do this already, please.”

Looking at Maggie’s hand, Amelia’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the pink box containing a pregnancy test.

“Maggie…” She sighed, staring at the box and still not taking it from the woman’s hand.

“While you were delaying this, I just went ahead and bought it for you.” She explained, shrugging her shoulders.

“You’re unbelievable, did you know that?” Amelia looked up at Maggie, laughing at her friend’s decisiveness.

“Amelia, just take the damn test.” Maggie asked her.

And she did.

Amelia placed the test on the bathroom sink and sat on the toilet seat, waiting those three torturous minutes.

“God, I’m nervous.” Amelia commented, shaking her leg up and down.

“Why?” Maggie frowned, standing in the bathroom doorway. “Wouldn’t you be excited to be having another baby? I mean, you love your kids.”

“Of course I do, they’re my everything.” Amelia said, smiling with adoration when she remembered her kids and how much she already missed them. “But, the timing is terrible… I mean, Melody and Oliver are already trouble as two, can you imagine one more thrown in the mix?” She turned to Maggie, trying to explain her point. “Oliver is not even two yet, he still needs me and Owen a lot. And now that I’ve finally gone back to work…”

She sighed once again, having mixed feelings about it.

“Hey, triple the love, though…” Maggie winked at Amelia, trying to cheer her up.

“I’m gonna go insane, that’s what’s gonna happen.” Amelia laughed, jumping on her seat when she heard the alarm going off. The three minutes were done.

Taking a deep breath, she got up and took the test in her hands.

“So?” Maggie asked, straightening her back, anxious for her friend.

“I’m gonna have a baby.” Amelia turned the stick to show Maggie the clear positive sign on it. As the words left her mouth, Amelia felt an automatic smile on her face as Maggie hugged her tight, squealing with excitement. In that moment, she had forgotten about all of her previous worries.

Amelia was pregnant. They were having a new addition to the family and it amazed her how much love she already felt for that baby.

After she had showered and was already in bed, her entire body feeling exhausted, Amelia grabbed her laptop and initiated her daily skype talk with Owen.

“Hi, babe!” Her face suddenly lightened up when she saw her husband and their two kids on the screen of her laptop, all three of them lying in Owen and Amelia’s king size bed. “Hi, guys. How are you doing?”

“Mommy!” Melody squealed as soon as she saw Amelia’s face on the screen, her brother doing the same by her side. “We just woke up!”

“Woke up?!” Amelia laughed, seeing the sunlight shining through the bedroom windows. Since they were 7 hours apart due to the timezones, Amelia knew it’d still be afternoon for them, even though it was night for her.

“Yeah, it was naptime for Ollie and we were all so tired from our pool day today that we joined him, right Mel?” Owen looked at his daughter, lying by his side.

“Right!” She answered, excited. Amelia couldn’t take the smile from her face off at seeing her family. She missed them a lot and, knowing she had something very important to tell them, made her even happier. But, Amelia preferred to do it personally, so she’d still have to wait to tell them the news. “Now we’re watching cartoons!”

“Oh, that’s cool, sweetie!” She smiled at Mel, whilst seeing Oliver climb over Melody and pass in front of the laptop to reach Owen. “And are you and your brother behaving and respecting your dad?”

“Yes, today daddy made me eat broccoli.” Melody told her.

“Yeah? And did you like it?” Amelia chuckled, knowing the answer that would follow.

“I didn’t. No. Blergh.” Her daughter shook her head, making a face of disgust when she remembered the taste of it. “But I ate it!”

“That’s my girl.” Amelia smiled at Melody’s proud look on her face.

“Yeah and she didn’t even complain.” Owen said, also smiling with a proud look on his face, while Oliver stood on his lap, playing with Owen’s hair.

“And how is… Uhm.” Amelia stopped in the middle of her sentence, feeling her nausea hitting her hard again. “How is Ollie?”

“Ollie is great. Running around the whole house...” Amelia hoped Owen wouldn’t notice her previous interruption, but he did, a deep frown on his face. “Are you okay, babe?”

“Uhm, yeah. I’m fine.” She lied, the need to throw up getting harder with each minute.

“You don’t look very well, Amelia.” He noticed, very concerned. “What’s going on?”

“Everything is fine, Owen. There’s nothing to worry about.” She responded, trying her hardest to convince him.

“Okay…” He said, still not believing her completely.

“Look, I’m gonna go to bed now, alright?” She told him, then talking to her children beside Owen. “Bye, guys! Have a nice day! I’ll speak to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Bye, mommy!” Melody waved goodbye, encouraging her brother to do the same.

Closing her laptop, Amelia took a few deep breaths and a glass of water from her nightstand, trying to make the nausea go away. Feeling really tired, she tried to ignore her stomach and turned off the lights, quickly falling asleep.

On the next day, Amelia woke up with loud knocks on the door. Opening up her eyes, she felt her body really heavy like sleeping hadn’t helped at all for her to feel less tired.

Gathering all of her strength to get up, she opened the door to find a desperate looking Maggie standing in front of her.

“What the hell? I thought something had happened to you!” The woman exclaimed, letting herself into the room. “It’s 11 am already, I called your phone about 10 times and you didn’t answer! I’ve been knocking on that door for like, 5 minutes!”

“Wow, 11 am?!” Amelia widened her eyes in surprise, for her it felt like she’d been asleep for only 4 hours. “I’ve never felt this tired before, I must’ve missed all those calls…” She commented, starting to make her bed. “And what is the rush anyway? There’s no concert today, we don’t have anywhere to go.”

“I wanted to show you this.” Maggie put her phone on top of the bed sheets she was folding, so Amelia would see its screen. “It came out last night after you went to bed. And it’s not the only one.”

Amelia picked up the phone and read the big black title, a photo of her performing on stage below it.

Back To The Past?

After fleeing from stage in the middle of a song during her London concert this evening, singer Amelia Shepherd left us all wondering: has she gone back to her drug and alcohol addiction?!

Feeling her heart beat faster in her chest, Amelia scrolled down to read the entire article.

We all know that Amelia Shepherd, the rock star we all love, is happily married to folk singer Owen Hunt and mother of two adorable children. A great, happy family life, right?

But, is that really enough for Amelia?

We were all shocked when we first found out 7 years ago that the singer is a drug and alcohol addict, struggling with it every day of her life, but even more after she went on tour with Hunt and ended up relapsing, admitting herself in a rehab clinic later. It was rock bottom for our girl Shepherd and we all thought that now that she has a family of her own, she’d be happy and fulfilled, but that doesn’t seem like the case.

Earlier this evening, Amelia was doing the London concert of her world tour at the O2 Arena, after visiting around five countries. It all seemed to be going fine, when the singer started to mess up some lyrics and, all of a sudden, ran off of stage, sending her manager to let everyone know the show ended there, that she wasn’t “feeling very well” and wasn’t going to return. (Check the videos some of her fans sent us below!)

Now, we all remember that, back when she relapsed in Owen Hunt’s tour, Amelia used to mess up all the time on stage, getting the lyrics wrong and even tripping, causing some major embarrassment for her boyfriend. And now, after so many years of staying clean, we see her doing the same type of thing.

So, the question that’s on our minds is: Is Amelia Shepherd relapsing once again?

We haven’t heard from her or any of her reps yet, but what do you think? Could she be struggling with her addiction again? Even after having to take care of two young children? How will Owen Hunt handle all of this? Let us know what you think in the comments!

“I cannot believe this…” Amelia murmured under her breath, shocked at what she had just read. “This is awful!”

“Hey, look, it’s okay. It’s not like they have proof of a relapse or anything, they’re just trying to cause some drama because they know you have an amazing life and the thought of having some dirt on you leaves them all excited.” Maggie explained, getting her cellphone back. “But there’s nothing to worry about. We’ll just not respond to any of this and it’ll soon go away. And, when you announce your pregnancy, it’ll all make sense and they’ll seem like fools.”

“I hope you’re right.” Amelia sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

“I am. Now, come on, get dressed.”

“For what?” Amelia frowned, wondering if she had forgotten any commitments she’d made for that day.

“I made an appointment for you with this great doctor I’ve heard of here in London.” Maggie informed her, like it wasn’t a big deal. “I’ll go with you.”

“What? Maggie!” Amelia exclaimed at her friend taking action without letting her know first. But, secretly, she loved how protective she was of her.

“No complaining, Amelia.” She warned her. “You’ve been reacting pretty badly to this pregnancy. I’ve seen your other two and you weren’t like this. So, we need to do a check up as soon as possible.”

“You’re crazy, but I still love you.” Amelia chuckled, taking a few of her clothes to change.

“Okay, so you heard what the doctor said. There’s nothing to worry about, every pregnancy is different when it comes to symptoms.” Maggie said to Amelia when they headed back from the doctor’s appointment, entering the hotel lobby.

“Yeah, this one’s just being a little hard on me.” Amelia put her hand on her stomach and caressed it for a few seconds as they walked through the lobby and towards the elevators.

“So, you just need to find the foods that help you with your nausea and avoid the ones that attack it.” Maggie repeated the doctor’s advice of how they could manage Amelia’s nausea. “And when you get home, you should set an appointment with your doctor as soon as possible.”

“Doctor?” Both women stopped walking when they heard a familiar voice behind them.

“Owen?!” Amelia widened her eyes when she turned around and saw her husband standing behind them, a mix look of confusion and annoyed on his face.

“Amelia, what the hell is going on?”