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[choicesrcd2022]

In Just One Week

Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week Begins!!!

Join us for a week-long celebration of the characters from our favorite Hollywood storyline.

Our week begins with Distraction

See you soon!

Remember to tag @choicesrcd2022 @hopelessromantic1352 and @alj4890 with your posts.

Don't forget to check out the rules.

[alj4890]

Day 2: Wonder

Conversation prompt: "It's so white." "It's snow." "I live in Hollywood. I don't know what weather is, let alone snow."

(Ryan Summers x Holly Chang) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries Drabble.

@choicesrcd2022 @hopelessromantic1352 @promptnonny @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @trappedinfanfiction @flyawayboo @krsnlove

Masterlist

The Getaway

"This seems unnecessary."

Holly wiped the condensation from the passenger side window to attempt to see where they were going.

She pushed her glasses up to peer out at nothing but mountains and trees.

"I disagree." Ryan replied as he drove along a winding road. "You need a break."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

Holly huffed while reaching over to turn on her seat warmer.

"I still don't see why I couldn't take a break at my home." She shivered. "In warm and pleasant Los Angeles."

"Because, Ms. Chang," Ryan turned on the radio, "you would have kept working while insisting you were relaxing."

She snorted, refusing to admit out loud that he was right.

"After the nightmare you endured on Hunt's latest film," he grinned when he found a station playing Christmas music, "I decided to save you from feeling the need to help him edit it."

"I wasn't going to do that." She grumbled. "I was going to get started on another screenplay."

Ryan merely hummed along to Holly Jolly Christmas.

Holly rolled her eyes, focusing once more on the scenery.

The higher up they went, the more snow they encountered.

"It's so white." Holly muttered.

"It's snow." Ryan retorted in a playful, mocking tone.

She folded her arms. "I live in Hollywood. I don't know what weather is, let alone snow."

"Everyone experiences snow." He quipped.

"Believe it or not, I'm a Malibu girl." She quipped back. "Born and raised. If it isn't pieces of paper, cotton, or that stuff from a can; then I'm unfamiliar with it."

"Surely you've traveled before to a snowy place."

"Nope." Holly reached behind her for his coat. "I only travel when places are experiencing the warm temps."

She used his coat as a blanket of sorts.

"So you've never been snow skiing?" He asked. "You never went along to any of those that Addison insists on taking us all too?"

"No and no."

"Never went on location to a wintery atmosphere."

"I've run out of ways to say, no."

Ryan shook his head. "I can't believe this is your first time."

"I can't believe this is your big surprise." She waved her hand toward the window. "You're really going all out to make my escape impossible."

Ryan's smug smile returned.

"I didn't think about you being unable to drive on icy roads."

"I'm trapped." She grumbled.

"Cheer up." He winked at her. "You're trapped with me."

"Yes, but where are we going?"

"Right..." He turned into a drive. "Here."

"A cabin." Her eyebrows raised. "I can't believe it."

"Can't believe what?"

Holly scrambled out of the car, staring in wide eyed wonder up at the luxurious log cabin with snow flakes gently falling around it.

As Ryan came around the car to join her, she launched herself at him, engulfing him in a tight hug.

"Hello there." He smiled down at her. "I take it you like this."

"Thank you!" She raised up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"I'm glad to see you finally appreciating our getaway." He held her close.

"If you'd told me we were coming to a cabin, I'd have been excited the whole way here!"

"Really?" He kissed her cheek before she wiggled out of his arms. "I didn't know you loved cabins."

"I've never been in one." She went to retrieve her bags. "But this is exactly what I needed!"

Ryan stopped her. Something about her response made him a little suspicious.

"Why do you need this?"

"You must be a mind reader." She beamed at him. "I had an idea the other day for a psychological thriller set in a cabin deep in the woods!" She took her bags and scampered through the snow towards the front door.

Ryan's head dropped back. He couldn't believe what he'd done.

"You coming or what?" She yelled out. "This inspiration for a screenplay won't write itself!"

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 7 - Happy New Year

The final day was a couple days ago, but I just finished this morning 😂 good thing I’m not in school anymore, cause I would have so many late assignments. Thanks everyone for participating in this fun event!!!

Prompts will be in bold!

RCDAW tags: @choicesrcd2022 @alj4890 @promptnonny

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @kuladekiwi @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: none

****

Addison Sinclaire is a blonde, bubbly, energetic and outgoing woman that loves fashion and loves to have fun.

Thomas Hunt on the other hand, is a brooding, serious, lone wolf who would rather stand by himself while a party rages on.

So he asks himself, why did I come to her New Year’s Eve party?

She knows so many younger people in Hollywood who have no sense of decorum or respect for anything. Half of them do not even know how to dress themselves properly and the other half has no sense of etiquette whatsoever.

He had seen glimpses of Ryan, Holly, Matt and… her, but steered clear due to the past with Matt’s fiancé. His screenwriter had found him earlier in the night to warn him Stephanie was coming, and he still wanted nothing to do with the group. Especially with Natalia here. The past is in the past and currently his future is with her brother and Addison, dancing to some ridiculous new trend.

Landon flew out here just for Addison’s party which confirmed Thomas’ theory of why the young blonde was constantly on her phone as of late. He could hardly get her to focus the past week since they all left New York.

He snorts as Landon attempts to do the worm on Addison’s makeshift dance floor, taking a long sip from his scotch until his eyes find Natalia’s. She smiles brilliantly at him, beginning to make her way over to him.

“Quite the party.” She tries her hand at an American accent, rubbing her hand up his arm flirtatiously. “Come here often?”

At that, Thomas can’t hold in his amusement. He laughs loud enough to draw some attention from other partygoers.

“Thankfully, no.” He tugs her to a shadowed corner, pressing her back against the wall while he braces a hand by her head. “Although, if it meant seeing you, I may endure this torture more often.”

Her smile softens and she grabs his lapels, losing her forced American accent, “Well, perhaps you and I can make a habit of being one another’s dates to these sorts of things.”

Thomas takes a long draw from his glass of scotch and swallows. His eyes never leave hers as he presses his body into hers more.

“I would prefer that.” Slowly, his head lowers and they meet for a gentle, loving kiss.

In the moment, neither could think of anything else but each other. Their feelings have exploded this year. What started as a year of despair, quickly turned into a year of pure joy.

Love and contentment.

Not just in this moment, but with each other since they first met.

“It is almost midnight.” Her lips press against his jawline, the stubble tickling her gently as the taste of his scotch still dances on her tongue. “What is your resolution for the new year?”

He scoffs quietly. “I’m not ready for the new year.”

Confused, she pulls back and looks up at him, seeing his signature frown in place. “Don’t be silly. New year, new you.” She smiles, attempting to get a rise out of him.

His expression becomes completely genuine and open. Thomas’ free hand finds one of hers, holding it tightly as his eyes show utter vulnerability.

“I don’t want a new me, I want the same me and the same you.”

Understanding what he means, her smile turns reassuring and she squeezes his hand. “Thomas, that’s not what the saying means. I would never change you or I because I love you just the way you are. I love us.”

Suddenly, the entire crowd begins counting down from ten, but Thomas and Natalia focus only on one another. He releases her hand and cups her cheek softly, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone as his eyes search hers.

“3…2…1! Happy New Year!”

The crowd behind them roars with cheers of the new year. Glasses clink, couples kiss, and friends embrace.

Thomas and Natalia take advantage of the moment and meet in a passionate kiss. Holding each other close as the celebration rages around them. When they pull apart, he moves beside her and looks over the crowd, noticing a blonde woman and brunette man kissing in the middle of the room. He nudges Natalia, pointing them out and she nearly squeals.

“My plan worked!” She tugs on Thomas’ arm excitedly.

He simply chuckles and nods, “Indeed it did.”

Leaning down, he kisses her cheek affectionately, “Happy New Year, my love.”

The brunette on his arm smiles up at him, beaming. “Happy New Year.”

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

The Best Kind of Distraction 💋

This gorgeous portrait of my forever OTP Thomas and Alex is by the always wonderful and talented @rosefuckinggenius!

I had a short drabble planned to go with it, but seeing as @choicesrcd2022 ends now-ish, I decided I should at least share the art. I'm hoping I can get time to write out the drabble tomorrow. 🤞

Prompts: @choicesdecember2022 kiss, @choicesrcd2022 distraction, @choicesholidays I’m so glad we found each other (always & forever)

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries]

[gutsfics]

Starting the New Year Right

Fandom: Red Carpet Diaries Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Avalon (M!OC) Length: 618 words Rating: Teen Warnings: Mentions of sex (nothing explicit) and smoking

Prompt: "I'm not ready for the new year." "Don't be silly. New year, new you." "I don't want a new me, I want the same me and the same you." @choicesrcd2022 @promptnonny Summary: Thomas and Avalon get ready for the new year together and discuss what comes next

"Are you ready to go?" Avalon asks, checking his outfit in the mirror one last time.

Thomas heaves a sigh, slipping his wallet and a pack of cigarettes into his pocket. "I suppose."

"Oh, now what's that supposed to mean? Do you not want to go to the party? We could always stay home... ring in the new year by ourselves..." To emphasis what he's saying, Avalon pulls Thomas into his arms, his chest to Thomas' back and his hands at his waist.

"That does sound nice..." Thomas leans into Avalon's arms with another sigh, this one softer and more content. "But it's not the part I'm unhappy with."

"It's not? Did something happen?"

"No, it's just..." Thomas frowns and shakes his head.

"What?"

"I'm not ready for the new year."

Avalon hums quietly, amused. "Don't be silly. New year, new you."

"I don't want a new me," Thomas grumbles. "I want the same me and the same you."

Avalon can't help but let out a laugh.

Thomas turns slightly to look at him, frowning.

"Sorry, sorry! But what "same you" and "same me" are you wanting? You and I have changed so much since we first met, and, honestly, I'm hoping that so long as we keep pushing each other to be better, we won't ever stay the same for too long."

"I suppose that makes sense..." Thomas relaxes back into Avalon's arms again.

"I love you, Darlin, and I love the person you've become, and I love watching you grow into the person you'll be next. No matter what this next year holds for us, I'll always love you."

"I love you, too..." Thomas takes one of Avalon's hands into his own and brings it to his lips, gently kissing his knuckles. "And what do you think the new year will bring?"

Avalon considers this for a moment. "Sex. Plenty of it."

It's Thomas' turn to let out a chuckle, and he turns in place, draping his arms over Avalon's shoulders. "Oh? What makes you say that?"

"Well, I know us, baby, and I know how... excitable you get on T days. And given our track record, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out how much suckin' and fuckin' happens under this roof alone." He pauses, brushing his thumb against Thomas' lower lip. "Plus your immediate response to me saying that was to press your thigh against my dick. So there's that too."

"You've got me there." Thomas adjusts his stance so he's not rubbing up against Avalon so hard. "...What else do you think will happen?"

"Oh... Maybe we'll both stop smoking so much." He lets out a small laugh. "Honestly though I say that I'll stop every year and it never happens."

"If that's what you think, then maybe we should stay home tonight."

"And why is that?"

"You and I both know that once we get to Matt and Macy's house, I will stand in a corner for all of ten minutes before going outside to chainsmoke for the rest of the party, and you'll join me shortly after when you get overwhelmed."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

"If we stay here and..." Thomas unbuttons the top few button's on Avalon's shirt. "Enjoy each other's company, we'll share a single cigarette afterwards before going to sleep, as opposed to smoking a whole pack in one night."

"Mmm... that does sound nice..."

"Doesn't it?" Thomas slides a hand onto Avalon's chest, under his shirt, and leans up to kiss his jaw. "What do you say? Start the new year off right with me?"

Avalon puts his hand on the back of Thomas' head and pulls him in for a kiss. "I'd love that."

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TAGS

RCD Appreciation Week: @alj4890 @hopelessromantic1352

Fic of the Week: @choicesficwriterscreations

[choicesrcd2022]

Start your plans everyone ☺️ Here are the prompts for our Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week! We will be posting these on each day during December 4-10. Remember that you can use one of the daily prompts, two, or all three for your creations. The main thing is to have fun with it!

Be sure to tag @alj4890 , @hopelessromantic1352 , @choicesrcd2022 , @promptnonny with your posts.

Take care everyone♥️

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 1 - Distraction

Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week is here! I can’t believe it but I’m so excited and happy to celebrate one of my favorite character’s books. I hope y’all enjoy this week and I can’t wait to see everyone’s work!

Prompts will be in bold! I used all three for day 1 in this fic.

RCDAW tags: @choicesrcd2022 @alj4890 @promptnonny

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @choicesmakemychoices @marycarrillo21 @lxaah11 @kuladekiwi @ajayismybae @choices-dan @miss-indecisive-says @mfackenthal @ethanplaysfavorites @amillionmoonsred @usuallyamazinglyaverage @thethots-plicken @hhiggs @jlpplays1 @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: sexual references(ish), Teen(I guess?)

***

“Your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?” Natalia grins at Thomas, running one elegant finger down his arm.

Although his tuxedo separates his skin from her touch, it still sends a shiver down his spine. His dark eyes settle on her lips before he frowns, straightening his bow tie.

“Do not distract me.”

“I understand.” She hides her smile behind her hand as she applies some peach colored lipstick in front of his bathroom mirror. “I’ll meet you down in the limo.”

He grunts a reply, not missing the way she doesn’t give him a second glance. He also doesn’t miss the way her hips are swaying effortlessly in her skin tight gown. The shimmering gold material highlights the curve of her hips and the low cowl back exposes all the soft skin his fingers trail down quite often. The skin his lips touch when nothing is between the two of them.

His fingers begin twitching at his side after she disappears from view. All that’s left is the sound of her heels clicking down the stairs and finally out the front door. A familiar ache begins to form in his gut. Want. Need.

She drives him to absolute distraction.

A vibration from the inside of his blazer pulls him out of his daze. He pulls out his phone to see a photo of Natalia staring back at him. She’s in the limo, and the photo is positioned just right to show off her chest and her face. The front of her dress droops slightly in the front, the sliver of her cleavage showing makes him swallow hard and he quickly pockets his phone.

Not checking his appearance again, he shuts the light off in his bathroom and heads downstairs. When he joins his date in the back of the limo, his eyes immediately go wide the way her legs are crossed. The slit of her dress is hiked up to her hip. Feigning in innocence, she runs a hand up her leg, smiling coyly at him. The movement makes his skin feel red hot. His Adam’s apple bobs and he glances towards the driver before clearing his throat.

“Please raise the privacy barrier.” The voice that comes out doesn’t sound like his own. It’s deepened, dripping with lust. When he looks back to Natalia, she can see the hooded desire in his eyes. “Now, what is your game, Miss York?”

She bats her eyelashes at him, grinning. “I do not know what you mean, Mr. Hunt.”

He growls deeply, leaning towards her, running a slow hand up her thigh. As his fingertips reach underneath her gown she gasps, eyes wide when they look towards him. Inch by inch they creep closer and closer to her underwear, to her desire.

Then he stops.

“I believe you do, but because tonight is important for a friend, I will refrain myself from giving in to you.”

The car lurches to a stop and bright lights begin to flash outside. The dark tinted windows can’t hide the brightness of the paparazzi.

Smirking at his date, he exits the limo and buttons his jacket before extending his hand. It’s as if the media were waiting for Thomas and Natalia. As soon as she is standing next to the director, flashes go off like fireworks. Questions start firing left and right with no break. Smiling politely as she takes Thomas’ arm, they begin to walk towards the looming building that will be holding the official release of Robert Downey Jr.’s most recent film.

AFTER THE FILM

“Hunt! Great to see you as always. I’m actually surprised you graced us with your presence.” Robert flashes his signature grin, shaking Thomas’ hand eagerly.

“Perhaps I came just to make certain you have not lost your touch, old friend.” His hand rests on Natalia’s back as he motions to her, “This is Natalia York. She is an author and is starring in my most recent work.”

“Ah, the Brit who has somehow captured Thomas. I never thought I’d see the day, but I must say, color me impressed.” He shakes her hand, “If I had known you were so lovely I would’ve visited.”

Thomas rolls his eyes, “I am surprised you didn’t break my door down. If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

Her gaze follows him until Robert places an arm around her shoulders and begins walking the opposite of Thomas. “Now, I have to ask. What’s it like being an ambassador’s daughter?”

Caught off guard, she laughs and looks over to him. “Really? After getting under Thomas’ skin, that's all you want to know?”

He looks away, pushes his glasses up and then stops abruptly. When he looks back at Natalia, he smirks. “Ok, here’s what I really, really, really want to know.”

A pause looms between the two. Just as she raises an eyebrow and begins to ask again, he puts both hands on her shoulders.

“Do you think we could convince Thomas to direct a movie with you and I as co-stars, yes or no?”

Biting her lip to hold back a smile, she nods. “Oh, I think I’m pretty good at convincing him.”

He nods and squeezes her shoulders, smiling. “Perfect. I’ll have my agent call your agent. I hate to cut this short, but the misses is waiting for me and I hate getting in trouble. It’s been a pleasure.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, hurrying off towards the waiting line of limos, signing autographs and taking pictures along the way. Sighing quietly and smiling uncontrollably, Natalia slowly starts in the direction Thomas was last seen.

She had made a full loop around the crowd at least four times, but still couldn’t find him. The paparazzi began to disperse, most of the people left behind were the cleanup crew and a few scattered film students lurking around for a moment in the spotlight.

A honk from a horn directs her attention towards the line of limos. Just a few remain, but the one at the end of the red carpet holds something of much interest.

Thomas is leaned against the car, arms crossed and a smug smirk across his face. His legs are crossed before he pushes himself off the vehicle and opens the door. Noting the invitation, Natalia slowly struts towards him, a seductive smile growing on her lips. When she reaches him, he helps her in the limo, following her quickly. Once the door is shut and the privacy barrier is up, his hands are all over her. Trailing over the exposed skin teasingly. He traces the outline of the cowl back, lightly touching his fingertip to her warm skin. His other hand slowly moves up her leg, all the way up the slit, much like before they arrived at the theater.

Only this time he stops much earlier and stares her down with a look of victory in his eyes. Her skin is flushed, her breathing heavy and her eyes are half lidded. A lustful gasp escapes her when he takes his hands away and straightens his tux.

“That is repayment for the way you have treated me tonight.” Pressing a finger to her lips before she can argue, he speaks again and smiles lovingly at her. “When we arrive at home, I would thoroughly enjoy seeing that dress on the floor.”

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 6 - Passion

Well, as anyone who follows me should know, this is late. I’m gonna try to post day 7 tomorrow (I’m a disaster, send help). Buuuuut, I’ve written the dirty, lemony, naughty fic. I told @alj4890 I owed her one after she wrote one 🤣 So heads up, it’s NSFW.

Prompts are in bold!

RCDAW tags: @choicesrcd2022 @promptnonny

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @kuladekiwi @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw

****

As soon as the final bag was brought in from the car and the front door was shut, both Thomas and Natalia breathed out a sigh of relief. He quickly heads for the shower after a kiss for her. Deciding on a quiet night in, Natalia begins finding their favorite snacks for a relaxing evening between the two of them. First, she finds cookie dough in the refrigerator and quickly prepares the oven and lays the dough on a cookie sheet. Once she’s gotten a few different crackers and cheeses out, the oven timer goes off. She gathers oven mitts and slips them on before pulling the cookie sheet out of the scorching appliance.

Humming a Christmas song while she places the cookies on a cooking rack, she finishes her task and turns the lights down in the kitchen and living room before turning the Christmas lights on the tree. She looks at the clock on the microwave when she walks back into the kitchen and furrows her eyebrows. Thomas has been in the shower for over forty minutes. Quickly gathering the plate with cheese and crackers, she walks them and a plate of cookies into the living room. She sets them on the table before turning the tv on and then heading towards the stairs.

What stands at the top of the stairs stops her from going another step.

Thomas is standing on the very top step, decked out in formal wear. A jet black tuxedo and bow tie. His hands are interlocked in front of him and he wears an uncharacteristic smile. Yet, he almost seems… nervous.

“Why don’t you put something a little more formal on and meet me in the living room.” He walks down while she walks up, meeting in the middle.

Blushing furiously at all the dirty thoughts running through her mind, she only nods and quickly brushes past him up the stairs. Utterly confused by his behavior and what he’s thinking, she just finds the most seductive gown she can find. Because if he wants to play some sort of game, she’s certain she can beat him.

It hadn’t been much longer than twenty minutes before he hears her heels clicking down the hardwood stairs.

Her open toe, sleek, black heels are the first things he sees. But when he looks up, his mouth opens and his cheeks burn hot. His deft fingers tug at the collar of his dress shirt as his darkening eyes trail up her scantily dressed body. The short evening dress leaves her legs mostly exposed and the small slit runs all the way up her hip, showing a sliver of her rear. As she turns for Thomas to see more, he sees the majority of her back is open and the only thing holding the dress up is the spaghetti strings. The cowl front droops far below her sternum, showing off enough cleavage that makes him certain she’d never wear this for anyone but him. This dress was bought for one purpose.

Seduction.

Lust.

Passion.

The black material glimmers under the dim lights and reflects the colorful Christmas lights in the living room. Natalia’s chestnut hair is pinned back on one side, but the other has her natural curls along her blushing cheek.

“Is this formal enough for you, Mr. Hunt?”

He knows exactly what she’s doing and he knows it’s working. “I would say so.”

She simply nods and sashays past him, swinging her hips seductively as she walks into the living room. When he follows her, she points to the coffee table.

“Cookies? Check.” Then she looks at the tree in the corner. “Lights? Check.”

A moment of silence passes as he just stares hungrily at her. “Wearing this to make you speechless?”

She grins at his silence, “Check.”

Before anything more could be said, he steps to her and wraps her in his arms tightly, crashing his lips hungrily into hers as desire overtakes them both. They step back towards the couch and she pushes Thomas down onto it before climbing on top of him and straddling him.

“You are quite stunning.” His eyes have almost turned black with lust and they quickly shut when she grinds down into his growing desire.

“I could say the same of you, Thomas.” Her lips brush against the shell of his ear as she continues her teasing movements atop him.

Her hot breath urges his hair to stand up on his neck as his hands grab her ass tightly, pulling her closer to him. When he pushes his hips up to meet her, she gasps in his ear and pulls away, hurriedly unbuttoning his pants.

Without a moment to waste, he helps her push his slacks and boxers down easily before rubs her exposed desire against his own.

He groans as he looks at her with a mix of pure lust and amusement. “You had something in mind, did you?”

She grins wickedly at him as she reaches between them and places his tip right at her entrance, “How could you tell?”

Thomas pulls her hips down and forces himself inside of her, both moaning at the sensation. He pulls her close, burying his face into her neck. “You are wearing quite the… sensual outfit.”

Her hips begin to rise and fall on top of him. His teeth bite down into the sensitive skin of her neck and his hands hold her hips with a tight grip, his fingernails dig into the material of her dress.

“I believe your tuxedo started this trend.” She gasps when he thrusts his hips up quickly.

Both begin moving faster. Hips moving in time. A perfect rhythm between them as they work together to reach their crescendo. The leather couch beneath them squeaks as their thrusts become more and more erratic. Seconds turn into minutes and the minutes crowd into a growing mountain of pleasure.

“Oh, Thomas!”

Her walls clench around him and he groans as his eyes shut tightly. His hips jerk wildly as he reaches his limit. His entire body clenches and pulses as his arms pull Natalia’s slender body against him in a crushing hold.

When they both calm down and relax, she sags against his firm body, nuzzling her head into his chest.

“You are incredibly…” her accent doesn’t hide her sudden timidity.

Thomas sits up slightly, urging her to look at him. When their eyes meet, he raises an eyebrow in question, urging her to continue.

“Sexy.”

Holding in a laugh, he smirks at her. “Is that so?”

She playfully smacks his chest and pushes off him, adjusting her dress. A wide smile breaks across her face and she motions to him.

“It would be best if you fixed your appearance or else you may start something again.”

Standing, he adjusts his slacks and begins to untie his bow tie, laying it around his neck. “Perhaps I would prefer round two before our movie night. I’d like to work up an appetite.”

[alj4890]

Day 3 Treat

For Choices RCD Appreciation Week 2022

(Matt Rodriguez x Addison Sinclaire) I know in RCD these two are only friends, but I always want them together, LOL.

Prompt: "What is that smell?" "It was supposed to be gingerbread cookies, now it's just a pile of coal."

@choicesrcd2022 @hopelessromantic1352 @promptnonny @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @trappedinfanfiction @flyawayboo @krsnlove

Masterlist

Baking Woes

"Addison!" Matt coughed as he rushed through the smoked filled house. "Where are you?!"

A tearful wail drew him to the kitchen.

He coughed some more as he made his way towards her. His worry grew when he saw her slumped across the kitchen counter.

"Addison?" Matt tried to pick her up.

Tear filled blue eyes lifted toward him.

"Are you hurt?" He held her tight as he quickly scanned her for any visible injuries.

"No." She yelled to be heard over the smoke alarms screeching their warnings.

"There's a fire somewhere!" He yelled back. "We have to get out of here!"

"I put it out!" She struggled out of his arms to open up the kitchen windows.

Matt watched her in disbelief as she fanned the smoke with a badly singed cooking magazine.

It wasn't long before the smoke alarms shut off.

"Is that what was burning?" Matt asked, pointing at what was left of the magazine.

"What?" She looked down at the item she swore would help make their first Christmas as a couple special. "It wasn't the only thing on fire."

Matt's eyes widened as he took in the disaster that had struck his once pristine kitchen. Mixing bowls were littered all over the table and bar. Egg shells were scattered along the counters, dripping egg whites down the cabinets. Flour was strewn about the floor and sink. Measuring cups held the residues of mysterious liquids.

Addison herself appeared to have taken part in a battle. Her shiny blonde hair was nearly white with flour dustings. Strands had escaped her messy bun to hang lopsided along the tips of her ears and the back of her neck. Smudges of egg and brown goo were dotted all over her red apron and green leggings. He knew she'd donned a white t-shirt earlier. He wasn't certain what color it would be after it was thoroughly washed.

Whatever she'd fought in here had beaten her.

And that aroma...

"What is that smell?" He asked.

Addison slumped once more upon a clean spot on the kitchen counter.

"It was supposed to be gingerbread cookies, now it's just a pile of coal."

"Gingerbread cookies?" Matt couldn't believe a cookie could do this much damage in so little time.

He looked about and saw a tray with blackened, oddly shaped objects.

"I ruined them." She sniffed as tears began to fall. "I ruined everything!"

The one thing Matt couldn't take in life was seeing Addison's tears.

He pulled her in his arms, ignoring the squish of whatever she'd spilled on herself and the feel of cold liquid seeping through his clean dress shirt.

Matt pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she cried against his chest. He left his head bent too long in her flour coated hair and ended up sneezing multiple times.

"Oh no!" Addison wailed louder than before. "Now I've made you sick!" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "Christmas is ruined!"

"No, it isn't!" Matt tilted her face up, gently wiping the stray tears that continued to fall. "You're here, right?"

He kissed her forehead.

She nodded while reaching for a paper towel to wipe her nose.

"And I'm here." He pressed another soft kiss to her cheek.

She mumbled an agreement.

"Then it sounds like the perfect Christmas to me." He gave her a tender kiss.

Addison slipped her arms around his neck, sighing when he ended the sweet exchange.

"This is why I love you, Matt." She snuggled within his arms. "You always point out the good things when bad things happen."

He smiled while holding her close.

"It's easy whenever you're around."

She looked up at him. Her typical bright smile appeared once more.

"There's my sunshine girl." He mumbled against her lips. "I was worried she disappeared in the smoke."

She giggled, shaking her head over such a nickname. Her attention was then drawn to the man-made disaster she'd created.

She'd been so sure she would end up being a wonderful baker.

Boy was I wrong, she thought to herself.

"I'm sorry I destroyed your kitchen." Her bottom lip began to quiver as new tears filled her eyes.

"It's no big deal." Matt tugged her back in his arms.

He leaned his head down until he was eye level with her when she began to sniff.

"Addison, I don't care if this kitchen has to be demolished and I have to start all over again with contractors."

"I don't think it's that bad." She mumbled.

He grinned. "I know that and now you do too."

"Okay." She looked up at him. "Now what do we do?"

"I say we leave this room and pretend it doesn't exist for a while."

"Matt!" She giggled even harder as he took her hand and made a dramatic show of sneaking out of the kitchen.

"There!" He playfully wiped his brow. "We made it."

"What am I going to do with you?" Addison asked.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning close to kiss his lips.

"I definitely love where your head is at right now." He said between kisses.

He lifted her up, smiling against her lips when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I have to make it up to you somehow." She kissed down his neck. "Not only did I destroy your kitchen--"

"The room that shall not be named." He corrected.

She laughed in the midst of his kiss.

"Not only did I destroy the room that shall not be named, I also ruined our treats for tonight."

"Hmm. That is a problem." Matt pretended to ponder this. "There's only one way to fix this."

"And what's that?" Addison asked.

He placed her on the couch then covered her body with his.

"You'll have to be my treat tonight." Matt replied.

[choicesrcd2022]

Masterlist

Day 1

Distraction (Thomas Hunt x Natalia York) by @hopelessromantic1352

Premiere Date (Thomas Hunt x Amanda Bridgerton) by @alj4890

Distraction (Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer) art by @theartoflovingthomashunt

Day 2

Wonder (Thomas Hunt x Natalia York) by @hopelessromantic1352

The Getaway (Ryan Summers x Holly Chang) by @alj4890

Trapped in Awe (Thomas Hunt x Amanda Bridgerton) by @alj4890

Between the Snowflakes (Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer) by @theartoflovingthomashunt

Day 3

Baking Woes (Matt Rodriguez x Addison Sinclaire) by @alj4890

Treat (Thomas Hunt x Natalia York) by @hopelessromantic1352

Day 4

New York (Thomas Hunt x Natalia York) by @hopelessromantic1352

Hollywood Magic (Seth Levine x Jessica Clarke) by @alj4890

All I Want Is You (Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer) by @theartoflovingthomashunt

Thomas and Alex Enjoying a Night In (Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer) by @theartoflovingthomashunt

Day 5

An Ugly Time of the Year (Victoria Fontaine x Jessica Clarke x Chadley Fortnum) (platonic) by @alj4890

Photograph (Thomas Hunt x Natalia York) (Addison Sinclaire x Landon York) by @hopelessromantic1352

Day 6

Change of Plans (Thomas Hunt x Amanda Bridgerton) *NSFW* by @alj4890

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer art by @theartoflovingthomashunt

Passion (Thomas Hunt x Natalia York) by @hopelessromantic1352

Day 7

It's Unavoidable (Thomas Hunt x Amanda Bridgerton) by @alj4890

Starting the New Year Right (Thomas Hunt x Avalon (M!OC) by @gutsfics

Happy New Year (Thomas Hunt x Natalia York) by @hopelessromantic1352

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 2 - Wonder

Day 2 is here and again I somehow managed to include all three prompts 😂 don’t ask me how, I have no idea.

Prompts will be in bold! Besides the photo prompt, you’ll just have to read the description 🤣

RCDAW tags: @choicesrcd2022 @promptnonny @alj4890

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @choicesmakemychoices @marycarrillo21 @lxaah11 @kuladekiwi @ajayismybae @choices-dan @miss-indecisive-says @mfackenthal @ethanplaysfavorites @amillionmoonsred @usuallyamazinglyaverage @thethots-plicken @hhiggs @jlpplays1 @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: None

****

Black asphalt winds through the snow laden forest. Big flakes fall and the windshield wipers race to clear their accumulation. Although winter rages outside, inside the sedan the heat blows and the seats warm their passengers. Soon, the forest melts away to reveal the body of water with a beautiful resort stretching alongside it.

The fluffy, white flakes blanket the ground overlooking Lake Tahoe. While the lake itself doesn’t freeze, the world around it is blanketed in a frozen, white wonderland. The sprawling Edgewood Tahoe Resort stands impressively along the shore of the lake and its beauty is accentuated by the nature around it.

When Thomas puts the car in park under the cover at the entrance, he sighs loudly, a frown forming on his lips. “It’s so white.”

Natalia’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion and she looks up from her purse. “It’s snow, Thomas.”

“I live in Hollywood. I don’t know what weather is, let alone snow.”

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t be dramatic. Most everyone has seen snow at least once.”

“Just because I’ve seen it, doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”

His quiet grumbling isn’t missed by her and she turns a glare towards him. “If you did not wish to come, then you could have just said so.”

Without another word, she exits his sleek Mercedes-Benz and slams the door, causing Thomas to curse under his breath at the blatant disregard of the care of his vehicle. He watches as she marches straight into the hotel and checks them in, leaving him to deal with the valet and the bags.

AN HOUR LATER

“What do you mean you’re going out?” Thomas is standing in front of the door to their suite with his arms crossed, staring down at the woman who causes many emotions to roll through him.

Annoyance being the top one currently.

“I have rented some skis and I am going out.” Natalia looks away from him and tries to reach around him to the doorknob, but he blocks her.

“I was under the impression that this trip was a romantic getaway before the holidays. Typically, romantic getaways include activities with both the man and the woman.” His eyes soften and he begins to reach out for her hands.

But before he can get close, she jerks away from him. “Yes, well, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of past experience.”

Surprised, Thomas stiffens, which allows her to sneak by him and out the door.

“What on earth?”

LATER

By the time she returns from her ski tour, he has come up with an elaborate plan to show her he really does care for her. Loves her. So when she walks back into their suite, he is in front of their mirror, adjusting his tie.

When Natalia closes the door behind her, he turns around, donning a jet black suit and crisp white shirt. Stunned into silence, she just stands near the threshold, staring at Thomas.

“Do you see something you like or are you still angry with me?” He gives her an unsure smile, uncharacteristically insecure in front of her.

The surprise in her eyes is accompanied by rosy cheeks still cold from the winter outside. He can’t help but drag his eyes over her bundled form. The way her red cheeks brighten her face and her eyes still twinkling as she gazes upon him makes his heart swell in a way he would never tire of.

Seeing him obviously trying to apologize for earlier makes her more guilty for the way she left. The way she had treated him when they arrived at the resort and the way she threw his past in his face. It was all so childish. So, while she was headed back to the resort, she had practiced the speech she was going to give over and over and over again. Now, seeing him like this, it made her forget everything but the man in front of her.

“I’m so sorry.” Slowly, she begins walking towards him, not making eye contact. “I acted immature. I suppose I just expected you to be enthusiastic about everything and I forgot that you… well, you’re you.”

“I’m—” Thomas frowns fiercely when he’s cut off, but concedes nonetheless.

“I don’t mean that in a bad way.” She reaches him and takes his hands in hers, relishing the warmth. “I have come to love everything about you. Which includes the moments you are completely insufferable.”

The softness in his face quickly hardness at the insult, but the kiss she presses to his lips relaxes him. His arms wrap around her, deepening the kiss, inhaling her heavenly scent and as they break apart, he runs a finger down her chilled cheek, sighing as his frown melts away.

“I understand that I can oftentimes be… difficult, but nevertheless, you have imprinted yourself into my life. Quite often, I wonder how on earth I became so lucky to earn your love. I am someone who does not allow others in easily, someone who keeps to myself, and someone who does not allow silly, cliche notions to overtake my ideas. But with you,” he pauses, cupping her cheek adoringly as he gazes into her eyes, “I wonder how you made me fall so quickly and effortlessly. I have never loved anyone or anything as much as I love you.”

No more words are said. The night is filled with tangled sheets and limbs before room service and more intimate dessert later. Neither could explain the connection they have besides pure love that came fast and strong.

And nothing could ever make them wonder what it would be like to be apart when together everything is perfectly imperfect.

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 5 - New York Plus Two

Just a couple days later 🤦🏼‍♀️ Now my life has settled down, hopefully I can get caught up because today is the last day of Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week 2022. This has been super fun and although we haven’t had much participation, but it’s all good. I really slacked on this one and only used the one word prompt.

Prompt will be in bold.

Thomas tags: @choicesrcd2022 @alj4890

RCDAW tags: @alleksa16 @kuladekiwi @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: none

****

After realizing her brother and Addison would be a perfect couple, Natalia knew she must fly her friend to New York for Christmas. She and Thomas decided to stay a full week and her family, mostly her mother, doesn’t mind the extra guest. Most of their time in New York has been relaxing and consisted of all sorts of Christmas activities. Not to mention all the dates Thomas has taken her on. Many five star restaurants have been tried or revisited and both have favorites they’ve found together.

“Landon, mother, we are home.” Natalia leads Addison and the suitcase toting Thomas into the foyer before Mr. DuBois helps them with her luggage and coats.

The blonde marvels at the estate, running her fingers across the delicate woodwork that the mantle dons. Her eyes trace each piece of artwork on the walls and each statue setting atop one of the many tables.

“Is that a true Monet? A real one?!” She squeals quietly, rushing over to it, admiring each and every brushstroke.

“Indeed, it is.” Landon strides in, wearing an easy smile while his unruly chestnut hair is freshly trimmed and combed into place. “I am Landon York, Natalia’s brother.”

Addison freezes when the handsome young man extends his hand, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. His olive skin is perfect and his smile could rival many of the multimillion dollar, heartthrob actor’s.

“I—erm—“

“This is Addison Sinclaire. A very talented fashionista.” Natalia nudges her friend with an elbow.

Clearing her throat and pushing hair off her reddened cheeks, she takes Landon’s hand, shaking it. “It’s so nice to meet you. Nat has told me so much about you.”

Quietly pulling Thomas away from her intended targets, Natalia whispers into his ear, “I think it’s working.”

She smiles towards her brother and her friend talking and standing close together as they admire the art around the foyer. Soon, Landon leads Addison to the great room, giving her a tour.

“Natalia, are you certain this is the best idea?” Thomas’ deep voice is hushed as he wraps an arm around her waist.

Her shoulders raise and fall in a shrug, “Worst case scenario, they never see one another again. Best case… my brother and my friend will become what each other needs.”

He squeezes her waist, sighing quietly, “I do hope your idea works and does not hurt either in the process.”

She turns in his arm and places her hands on his chest, smoothing out his blazer. “I’ll believe for the best outcome. I just want to see them both happy.”

“As will I.” He kisses her softly, cupping her cheek with a gentle hand and rubs his thumb across her cheekbone.

By the time dinner was served, Addi and Landon had started becoming quite close. Thankfully, Mr. York had a prior engagement and would not be present for dinner, so the mood is light and cheerful. Quiet Christmas music plays while the clinking of silverware on fine china accents it. Most of the conversations have died since the food has been served, save for the two sitting together and whispering between laughs.

“Landon, perhaps you two would like to share what is so amusing?” Their mother looks at him with a neutral expression, but her eyes hold a glimmer of mischief.

A deep red flush spreads across his handsome face, but Addison just smiles brightly.

“I was just telling Landon, since I’ve been here, I’ve thought about starting a clothing line for all the statues that are naked. The sculptors were so inconsiderate.”

Thomas nearly chokes on his bite of beef Wellington, he hurriedly swallows before glaring at his former student and taking a sip of water.

Mrs. York just laughs, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a cloth napkin, shaking her head in amusement. “I’ve often wondered why they must show the human body so freely myself.”

Rubbing his back and holding back a smile, Natalia looks at the flustered Thomas, still glaring and scowling at Addison who just beams at him. He leans over to Nat, pressing his lips against her ear and bracing his hand on the back of her chair.

“You’ve created a monster, Miss York.” His lips subtly brush against her cheek before he sits straight again, shooting Addi a warning glance.

A simple grin is her only response and Thomas just moves his scowl to the woman next to him.

Once the plates have been cleared and everyone is full from a four course dinner Addison stands and claps her hands together excitedly. “Can we take a picture?”

“A photograph? But why?” Landon quirks a brow at the beautiful blonde standing next to him, he looks up to her with a smile across his face.

She proceeds to grab his hand and pull him up to stand with her before looking at the rest of the group. “Because! It’s our first dinner together and all of you mean so much to me. You’ve made me feel like a part of the family.”

Wearing a motherly smile, Elizabeth stands and nods. “I agree. This is a memory I’ll cherish for a long time.”

Her soft gaze slowly travels from her son and the woman who has grabbed his attention to her daughter and Thomas. All she has ever wanted was her children to be happy, seeing them happy in this moment, it means they must savor it.

The group gathers in front of one of the fireplaces when Carlton, the butler, comes up to the family. “Would you like me to take the photo for you?”

“Nonsense.” Natalia gently grabs the older man’s arm and pulls him into the group. “You will be in the photo with us, Mr. DuBois. You are family as well.”

Thomas grumbles quietly being squished between Natalia and Addison, scowling at the blonde when she hugs him tightly with one arm. Natalia ignores his grumpiness and focuses on the way her brother’s arm wraps around Addison’s waist, pulling her smaller body tight against his.

Addi looks up to the man next to her who has quickly turned her hopeless romantic ideas into beliefs since she met him.

He’s so charming, kind, funny, and handsome.

Their eyes meet and Landon’s smile grows as he gazes into her blue eyes.

Carlton got a younger maid to take the photo, and thankfully for Thomas’ sake, she didn’t take ten minutes to simply get one good photo. Before anyone else could look at the picture, Addison squeals while she reviews it. As the whole group gathers around, smiles grow wider.

Thomas pulls Natalia a ways away to kiss her softly and hold her close to him for a moment.

“I believe you can also add matchmaker to your list of talents.” As he releases her from his embrace, they both watch as Landon leads Addison off towards the large windows overlooking the city. “I’ve noticed how they’ve begun looking at one another. It reminds me of us.”

Her brother’s fingers are laced with Addison’s and Natalia feels her heart swell at the sight. She looks up to Thomas, only to find his gaze on her already. His eyes soften as he leans down and kisses her forehead.

“Every woman deserves a man to look upon her like you look at me.”

Thomas smiles when she rests her head on his chest, tightening his arm around her shoulders.

It was a perfect evening, for Christmas cheer and love was in the air.

[choicesrcd2022]

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 3 - Treat

Sooooo, I’m a day late. Yeah…. Go me! 🤦🏼‍♀️ But I had this done yesterday, so hopefully it still counts 🤣 I love having RCDAW so I’m sad that I’m slacking lol

Prompts are in bold. I only did the sentence prompt and word prompt for this fic.

RCDAW tags: @alj4890 @promptnonny @choicesrcd2022

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @lxaah11 @kuladekiwi @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: None

The Christmas spirit is in full swing thanks to Natalia’s decorating. And Addison’s help. Both ladies started the morning off with coffee, peppermint mochas from Starbucks, and went into full elf mode the rest of the day.

Thankfully for them, Thomas was out for the day so they had his entire home all to themselves.

Both women sigh as they sink into his leather couch, admiring their work. Garland peppered with white lights wraps around the banister of the stairs. Two stockings are hung on his fireplace mantle and in the middle is a sign that reads “it’s the most wonderful time of the year.” A few trinkets accent that sign as well as some fake snow. Mistletoe is hung over a few doorways.

Addi said, “the more chances you give Thomas to kiss you the more chances we have of him being in a good mood.”

Selfishly, Natalia wasn’t going to argue because she quite enjoys his kisses.

The house smells like Santa’s workshop and a bakery all in one. Cinnamon, peppermint, fresh-cut evergreen and even sugar cookies. However, the gingerbread cookies are beginning to give off an amazing aroma in the oven themselves.

“You know, I never realized how tiring it is to decorate.” The blonde leans her head on Nat’s shoulder, sighing dramatically.

Giggling quietly, Natalia nods in agreement. “I quite agree.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing urges Natalia up, excited to see Thomas’ reaction to the decorations. She hurries around the couch, the sleeves of her sweater fall down below her wrists and rest in her palms. Addison gets up and rushes to her friend’s side, both women beaming as the director looks around his entryway. The glow of Christmas lights outside make its way through the large glass window next to the front door. Silent Night can be heard echoing through the Hollywood mansion. Every touch of holiday cheer is bright and festive, but Thomas’ scowl dampens the mood.

“I had the faintest idea of how far you two would go.” He hooks his coat on the rack and strides up the stairs, not looking back.

“Well… I guess I should go.” Addison begins to gather her things. “Sorry you’ve got to deal with that.”

Natalia’s shoulders rise in a half hearted shrug, “It’s alright. I should have expected this. It’s our first Christmas together and I know he does not indulge in childish things.”

The blonde begins to open the door, but pauses and turns around. “Nat, even if he doesn’t enjoy it, you do. That should matter to him more than anything.”

They hug and she departs, leaving an anxious Natalia chewing on her bottom lip and looking around. Since she was a child, Christmas was the most exciting time of year for her. The staff decorated the embassy, but when she was old enough, she would help them. It was the one time of year she felt like her family came together.

“Natalia.”

His deep voice wakes her from her memories and she turns around. He’s leaned against the wall near the stairs, a grey knit sweater replaced his blazer and jeans replaced his slacks. The scowl he wore earlier is gone, now replaced with a guilty frown.

“I apologize. This is as much your home as mine and you’ve brought a joy to it that I could never do on my own.” He pushes upright, looking away as his frown deepens. “You are more talented than any professional decorators I have hired previously.”

A gentle laugh escapes her, “That’s simply because it feels different when it’s done with love.”

Knowingly, his eyes meet her and he smiles softly at her. “Indeed.”

Not wanting to waste another breath, he moves to her and gathers her in his arms, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. His heated lips move across her jaw, behind her ear and settle on her neck. He nips and bites at the sensitive skin, urging moans and gasps from the woman in his arms.

“Oh, Thomas,” her hands wrinkle his sweater in a tight grip.

Suddenly, he pulls away, quirking an eyebrow as he takes a deep breath in. “What is that smell?”

“No!” Natalia runs into the kitchen and she jerks the door open, coughing as smoke pillows out. “It was supposed to be gingerbread cookies, now it’s just a pile of coal.”

Following slowly behind her, Thomas attempts to hide a smile and coughs to cover a laugh. “Is everything alright? I do hope my kitchen survived.”

Slamming the cookie sheet down onto the oven top, she huffs and turns towards him, pointing a finger in his chest. “Now is not the time for you to grow a sense of humor, Mr. Hunt.”

He barks out a laugh, not hiding his amusement anymore. “I apologize, but I do remember that appliance was quite expensive.”

Natalia stomps passed Thomas, headed straight for the stairs, “You are not helping right now.”

Glancing at the charred gingerbread men, he grimaces and begins to follow her path then pauses. Slowly, he turns back and begins scraping the black coal into the garbage before washing the cookie sheet of any evidence of burnt gingerbread. He sets the clean sheet on the counter and begins searching for the gourmet hot chocolate mix that was given to him. Once he’s finally nearly lost in his pantry, he finds it and makes his way back to the kitchen.

Natalia finished washing her face from the ash she swears was there and then heads downstairs. The scowl twisted on her lips disappears when she makes it to the kitchen and sees Thomas. His sleeves are rolled up and he’s pouring steaming milk into the cute, Christmas mugs she had bought for them. While he stirs the cocoa into the milk, he begins to quietly whistle along to Joy To The World.

As he starts to put the milk back in the refrigerator, he pauses when he turns and sees Natalia watching him. He straightens slightly, firming his lips into their normal hardened line and he clears his throat.

“I made you hot chocolate.” When he shuts the refrigerator door, he quirks an eyebrow at her knowing smile. “What?”

“You were whistling to the song.”

A bright red flush creeps up his cheeks and he looks to the ground while he unrolls his sleeves. “Yes, well…”

Her laugh makes him stop and his cheeks burn hotter.

“Thomas, it is alright to allow yourself to relax and enjoy Christmas. You do not have to be so uptight all the time, especially not around me. I’m no one. I don’t matter and I will never tell anyone about your soft side.” Her accented voice softens as she reaches him and takes his larger hands in her own smaller ones. “I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to his tender lips eases the tension in his shoulders, but when they pull apart, he frowns.

“I love you as well, but you are not a ‘no one’, especially not to me.” Thomas steps away and gathers both the mugs, handing one to her and keeping the other for himself. “If you were a no one, I would not have nearly gotten lost in my own pantry to make you a treat.”

Natalia’s small hands wrap around her red mug that reads “merry and bright”, while Thomas holds his white mug that reads “this is my Christmas movie watching mug”. He takes a careful sip and proceeds to nod after tasting the delectable cocoa.

“Addison has good taste. I suppose she has learned something from me over the years.”

He smiles when she giggles and leads him to the couch. Thomas sits, facing the Christmas tree and pulls Natalia against his side. She tucks her legs up under herself and rests her head on his chest while his arm wraps around her shoulders. The burnt smell of gingerbread has been replaced with the smell of hot chocolate and the woman beside him. Her sigh and his smile creates the perfect atmosphere of love and the real meaning of Christmas.

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 4 - New York

I kinda threw this one together, so I honestly have no idea whether or not it’s worth reading 😂

The sentence prompt will be bold, the one word prompt is basically the entire theme of this fic.

RCDAW tags: @choicesrcd2022 @alj4890 @promptnonny

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @kuladekiwi @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: none

****

“Thomas?” Natalia’s elegant voice breaks the working silence between them.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, writing notes on a script and looking through a folder simultaneously.

Setting her favorite pen down, she turns her full attention towards him. “I’ve been thinking, I’d love to go do some… cheerful, Christmas activities before the holidays are over.”

“Mhmm.” His pen keeps moving quickly across the script.

“Perhaps we can watch some Christmas movies tonight?”

“Right.”

“Thomas!”

“What?” Dropping his pen in surprise, his eyes wide as he looks up to Natalia.

“You have not been listening to anything I’ve said.” She crosses her arms and frowns, slumping into her chair.

“I apologize, I’m distracted by this scene. Nothing about it makes sense and I need to finish it.” He starts to pick up his pen, but she stops him by grabbing his hand gently.

“I think we both need a break.” Waiting for him to nod, to make certain he’s listening, she squeezes his hand and smiles brightly. “Can we go ice skating?”

He scoffs and shakes his head, “It’s nearly 70 degrees, where are we going to find ice?” This time he picks his pen up and resumes his task.

Dejected, her shoulders slump and she gets up, walking out of his office and down the stairs. Once she gets to the island in his kitchen, she finds a seat on a barstool and begins searching for “Christmas activities in LA.” Christmas concerts and markets top the list but she cannot fathom the idea of not ice skating. It was always her and Landon’s tradition. While their parents were busy with meetings and dinners during the holidays, the two siblings always made time to go to Central Park and pick up skates. Being away from him, her mother and even her father made her homesick. She hadn’t planned on staying in San Francisco, let alone coming to Los Angeles and then feelings had to attach her here. She just had to fall in love with a man across the country from her family.

Sighing, she turns her phone off just as she hears footsteps coming down the stairs. Thomas finds her in the kitchen and clears his throat, placing his hands behind his back.

“Let’s fly to New York.”

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and surprise. “Where is this coming from?”

He takes a step towards her, “I’m certain that being here with me during Christmas, working, is not how you envisioned our first Christmas together. And, I will admit, I have been thoroughly distracted. Let us visit your home so you can enjoy this Christmas with your family and I will still be with you.”

Her smile grows brighter and brighter, “What of your sister and brother-in-law?”

A simple shrug and a glance at his watch is his only answer. “I will call on my pilot. I’m certain we can be in New York by nightfall.”

THE NEXT MORNING

“So, Nat has told me all about Hollywood, anything you’d like to add, Thomas?” Landon is lacing up his ice skates, his chestnut hair blowing softly in the breeze of the winter day.

“Everyone is pretending to be someone else. In films as well as in their own lives. It is rare to find someone who is genuine in the film industry.” Thomas simply shakes his head in disdain.

Landon laughs, “Sounds about like my occupation as well. All that matters is someone’s image.”

Natalia shakes her head with a smile, standing on her skates. “You both are so pessimistic.”

Standing to join her, Thomas takes her hand in his and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Realistic, my dear.”

She rolls her eyes and quickly gets out onto the rink. Her director watches in awe as she skates so flawlessly and gracefully. The smile that lights her face up is not like any he’s seen before, her shoulder length brown hair bounces off her pink cheeks and Thomas’ eyes just follow every move she makes.

Landon notices and he smiles, clapping a hand on his (hopefully) future brother-in-law’s shoulder. “You should join her. This is her favorite Christmas activity.”

Clearing his throat and flushing slightly at being caught, he nods and goes to join Natalia.

The three skate for a couple hours, with breaks in between for hot cocoa. When they all sit on a bench to take their skates off, Natalia takes a sip of cocoa, getting chocolate on her lips. Thomas sees it and smirks. He grabs her chin gently and pulls her face towards him, kissing the cocoa off her lips.

As they pull apart, he smiles softly, “You had something on your lip.”

Natalia bites her bottom lip and looks down, her cheeks darkening under his gaze. Both break apart and finish taking their skates off, putting their shoes back on.

“So,” Landon clears his throat awkwardly, “Are any of your Hollywood friends coming for Christmas?”

“I haven’t invited anyone. Do you think mother would mind?” Natalia quickly picks her phone up, scrolling through her contacts.

“I doubt. Any buffer from father will be welcomed I’m sure.”

His sister’s phone rings on speakerphone until the bubbly voice owned by Addison rings across the air. “Nat! How’s New York?!”

“Hello, Addison, it’s great. That’s actually why I’m calling. How would you like to join us for Christmas? You told me that you didn’t have any plans this year.”

The blonde gasps and squeals so loudly the group around the phone winces, “Yes! Oh my gosh, yes! I’ll be on the first flight I can get!”

“Perfect. Send me your itinerary and we can arrange to pick you up. Talk soon.” Natalia hangs up and smiles deviously towards Thomas, winking subtly.

Looking at her confused, he is about to say something until Landon speaks up.

“Who is Addison? Besides an overjoyed individual.”

His sister scrolls through her photos and finds a picture of her with Addi, showing it to her brother. She notices the way his eyes widen slightly and a faint blush grows on his handsome cheeks.

“I see. I’ll be looking forward to meeting her.”

Natalia smirks at Thomas and nods. “I’m sure you will.”

It dawns on him. She’s attempting to set up her brother and the young fashionista.

What a little minx.

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Thomas and Alex enjoying a night in by the lovely and talented @/irdeinfierno

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries]

I'm so excited to finally share this piece with you! I had this idea that Alex comes home completely exhausted from her press tour and rather than go on their previously planned vacation, which she was excited for, they postpone their travels for a day or two and basically just cuddle together on the couch watching movies all day/night (obviously she had to twist his arm to agree to that lol). (Fic here)

Also, nose boops!!! 😍😍😍 Only Alex could ever get Thomas Hunt to tolerate the occasional nose boop! My fluffy OTP ❤️❤️❤️

Prompts: @choicesdecember2022 love, @choicesrcd2022 travel (or lack there of), @choicesholidays I’m so glad we found each other