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It's a short one this week, but that's okay! We're all just getting back into the swing of things, and easing into a post-holiday, 2023 life.

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"History Hates Lovers" - Oublaire; History Hates Lovers (RCD/DD Crossover; Thomas Hunt x f!MC, Annabelle Parsons x f!MC)

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"Bad Habits" - Ed Sheeran; Smoke & Mirrors Chapter 1: Old Habits Die Hard (TRF AU; Liam x MC)

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Day 1: Distraction

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/ The Royal Heir crossover fic.

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Rating: PG for some mentions of sexual situations. Mostly fluff all over.

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Premiere Date

Two months earlier...

"Maxwell said the premiere for The Royal Romance will be December first." Amanda balanced her phone on her shoulder while finishing up reviewing the servants' wages. "Would you like to be my date for it?"

"Of course." Thomas jotted it down on his calendar. "I believe we made it official last month that I would be your date from now on."

Amanda couldn't help but smile when she looked at her engagement ring. "Yes, we did but I thought since it is a Tommy Phelps film, that might stretch your affection for me.

Thomas snorted in response. "There are not enough explosives in that man's mixed bag of mediocre cinematic tricks to ever stretch what I feel for you."

"I love how you're able to take an insult to someone else and turn it into something romantic for me." She replied with a giggle.

His lips curved. "As was my intention. I should be in the process of editing my film by then." He double checked the date. "Are you able to remain in Los Angeles after the premiere?"

"I believe so." Amanda flipped through her own calendar. "I don't have any court events I have to attend until after the holidays."

"Good." Thomas motioned for Holly to bring him his schedule for the day. "Then we can begin our plans."

Amanda smiled even more. "Our wedding plans?"

"Exactly." He quickly scanned the day's shots. "I don't intend to start any film projects until the end of next year so that we can enjoy the beginning of our marriage."

Thomas glared over at Holly and Addison making aww noises. He turned away from them in an attempt to keep his conversation private.

"Plus I want us to have a honeymoon away from everyone we know."

His frown eased when he heard Amanda laughing.

"Have you got your usual audience around you again?" She teased.

"I do." He grumbled.

"I see." Amanda smiled softly. "I suppose this means no, I love you, at the end of this call, hmm?

"Of course not." He replied. "I'm not going to let a few irritating individuals stop me from saying that."

"Then I will let you get your day started while I wind down for the evening." She replied. "I love you, Thomas."

"I love you, too." He sent another glare over his shoulder when he heard Addison and Holly's overly dramatic sighs. "Sleep well."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, my love." Amanda promised.

"I look forward to it." Thomas ended the call with a dark frown towards his two assistants. "Don't you have something you should be working on?"

"Just waiting upon your usual demands, boss." Holly replied.

"Is Amanda coming to visit?" Addison asked.

"Unfortunately," he quickly counted the weeks, "not yet."

"You miss her a lot, don't you?" Holly prodded.

"I do." His frown reappeared at them involving themselves in his private life. "Well, don't just stand there! Make sure everyone is waiting on the set!"

Their grins let him know they weren't the least cowed by his bluster of anger. He knew he'd have to do something about that at some point. A soft smile formed as he realized he wasn't too worried about it.

In eight weeks, he'd be back with the one he loved.

*************

Seven weeks later, Taos, New Mexico...

This had to be one of the inner circles of hell Thomas was trapped in. There was no other explanation that could make sense better than that one. All his plans, his intentions, everything was one monstrous nightmare.

Nothing about filming his new take on the western genre was going like he'd envisioned.

He'd lost numerous supporting actors due to some type of food poisoning. Two of his stunt doubles were in the hospital due to accidents off set. The hotel they were originally at caught on fire and most of the costumes were damaged from the smoke and embers.

Holly fell while hiking and twisted her ankle all while dragging Addison with her and causing the costume designer to break her wrist and three fingers.

Matt Rodriguez had to leave for a few weeks, halting production since his character was the one the entire plot revolved around, when his father suffered a heart attack.

Jessica Clarke, Hollywood's favorite new actress since her starring role in Thomas's The Last Duchess, had to stop filming her own horseback riding scenes the moment she found out she was pregnant.

Thomas was certain that all of this was occurring at just the right moment to drive him completely insane.

There was no way he'd be able to up and leave to start over. They were halfway done with filming the needed scenes on location. Plus, the backdrop to this desert town was exactly what he needed to convey the sheer hopelessness of Matt's character finding peace and redemption.

He eyed his phone, knowing he'd have to make the dreaded phone call.

He wouldn't be able to be Amanda's date for the premiere.

He needed to stay and combat these problems.

He knew she would understand. It was one of the many things he adored about her. He simply hated the thought of letting her down. And to be honest, he wasn't looking forward to seeing her in pictures on the arm of anyone else.

Who else was more perfect to be her escort to a movie premiere than the one man many regarded as a cinematic genius?

Thomas rubbed his face, softly groaning at what must be done.

He visibly jumped when his phone vibrated loudly on the table with an incoming call.

"Hello?" He tried to not sound so disgusted.

"Oof." Amanda replied. "That might be the most depressing hello I've ever heard."

Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't know how to begin letting her down.

"Production must be going rough." Amanda softly said. "I'm so sorry."

"What do you have to apologize for?" Thomas snorted. "Unless you have become some maniacal sorceress and placed a curse upon my film, you have nothing to be sorry about."

He realized how bitter his tone was when he was met with nothing but silence.

"Amanda, I apologize." Thomas began again. "I didn't mean to sound like--"

"I know you didn't." She quickly interrupted before he spiraled on with guilt. "I only meant how sorry I am that I can't do anything to make it better for you."

"You make everything better." He grumbled. "In fact, hearing your voice is the only thing keeping me from yanking my hair out right now."

The sound of her laughter bubbling up brought a softening to his frown.

"We can't have that." She sighed. "I hate I won't get to see you next week."

He blinked. "How did you know I wouldn't be able to take you to the premiere?"

Her chuckle held a touch of sadness.

"Because I know how hard this shoot has been for you and I know you need to be there to complete it."

Thomas shook his head, marveling at how she always knew what he needed before he even said a word.

"I'm going to miss you terribly." She continued. "If Maxwell hadn't made us all promise to stick by his side, I'd find a way to sneak over to Taos."

"I understand." He slumped in his chair. "I was looking forward to finally having a chance to be with you." He rubbed a hand down his face. "I'm sorry I can't be there as your date."

"Then you better make plans for when you are free for the two of us." She replied.

Thomas could imagine the smile she must have just by the sound of her voice.

"What kind of plans would you like me to make?" He asked.

"The usual kind, Mr. Hunt." Amanda replied. "Time where we can be alone without anyone or anything else bothering us. I want no distractions taking your attention away from me."

"My favorite kind of plan." His lips curved. "And you should know that every time I am with you, nothing can take my attention away from you."

"That's all I want to hear." Amanda softly sighed. "I probably should let you go so you can get some rest."

"I doubt I'll get any sleep." He grumbled. "I've got another rewrite to work on with Holly."

"Try for my sake." Amanda gently urged.

He groaned.

"I will for you."

"Good. I love you so much."

Thomas relaxed some in knowing she must truly not be upset with him for canceling their plans by hearing her say that.

"I love you, too."

After he ended the call, he sat there staring at nothing in particular while thinking of Amanda. His frown formed once more in knowing she'd be coming to America and he couldn't enjoy her visit.

He reached over for the script, picked up his pen, then paused.

He wondered if there was a chance she could come here after the premiere.

*************

December first...

"Earth calling Thomas, Come in, Thomas."

He looked up, blinking the world around him back into focus.

"Welcome back." Holly grumbled, handing him a new cup of coffee. "Are we going to change up the scene with the argument Jonah and Marlene have since Jessica can't chase him down during the stampede?"

"Hmm?" Thomas glanced at the script. "Yes, of course."

Holly waited for him to give her something to write down.

Thomas stared at the scene for a few silent seconds.

"Okay." Holly threw her pen down. "Talk to me, boss."

Thomas quirked an eyebrow at her.

"We've been moving at a snail's pace with this script. You've barely shot any new footage. Every time I come into your trailer, you're staring off into the distance." She folded her arms. "There's only two possibilities for you to lose focus."

His eyes narrowed.

"The first one," Holly continued, unfazed by his glare, "is that this desert town has now drained your heart of filmmaking."

He rolled his eyes in response.

"Or you are distracted with a serious issue." She concluded.

He averted his eyes from her.

"What's wrong?" Holly repeated. "Come on, Thomas. I've worked with you too many times to be ignored."

He cleared his throat. "I don't know. Each time I think about the scenes that need to be addressed, I find myself..."

He squirmed in his chair, glaring down at his cup of coffee.

"You find yourself, what?" Holly prompted.

"I find myself thinking of Amanda."

Holly sat back with her jaw dropped.

"It isn't that shocking." He grumbled. "She is my fiancée after all."

"I know that." Holly leaned forward. "But I've never known you to be so lost in thought over her that you weren't able to work!"

"I am working!" He snapped.

Thomas snatched his pen up and x'ed out the entire scene. "There!" He threw it down. "I just made a directorial decision!"

"Thomas!" She scolded.

He rubbed a hand down his face.

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off and go see her?" Holly asked.

"Because I have a job to do, here." He argued.

"Which you're sucking at." Holly mumbled

"That was unnecessary." Thomas bit out.

"No. It's pretty necessary." She took the script and set it back in her portfolio. "Take a break. Everyone else has needed one for various reasons. You need one to clear your head so we can finish this shoot strong."

Thomas groaned, shaking his head.

"You know I'm right. Go surprise Amanda. It will put you in a better mood." Holly swiped up her stuff on her way out. "And we certainly need a more pleasant director right now."

"I won't make it in time to take her to the premiere." He mumbled.

Holly paused at the door. "Then get there in time to take her home."

His eyebrows raised while he calculated the hours he'd need to do just that.

*************

"What'd you think?" Maxwell eagerly asked.

"It was amazing!" Riley exclaimed.

"I never said any of that." Drake snapped. "Why did you--"

"I loved it!" Hana interrupted before Drake could destroy Maxwell's excitement. "I wish I was as graceful as Cassandra Leigh."

"You are even more graceful." Liam told her while slipping his arm around Riley. His smile grew when his wife kissed his cheek. "And I am moved seeing our love story come to life."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "At least you made me true to form." She eyed Amanda. "You're awfully quiet."

"Hmm?" She looked up at her friends. "I'm sorry, did you ask me something?"

"The movie?" Maxwell took her by the shoulders to playful shake her. "Remember seeing it just a few minutes ago?"

Amanda laughed. "Yes. It was great."

"It's a shame you were out of the country during all that." Maxwell slung his arm around her shoulders as they followed everyone out to the lobby. "Then you could have been cast as someone awesome."

"I doubt anyone is more awesome than Ryan Summers." She teased. "You lucked out."

"I know!" Maxwell grinned at her. "Wasn't it like looking at my twin brother?"

"Sure."

Once they were out in the lobby, the group looked around at the crowd.

"Now what?" Drake asked.

"After party, baby!" Tommy Phelps joined them. "We are going to celebrate our success!"

"I've been waiting all my life for an after party." Maxwell exclaimed.

"My man!" Tommy fist bumped him. "I knew you would be down for one." He eyed the other Cordonians. "You're all coming too, right?"

"We are." Riley replied. "Right guys?"

Liam, Drake, and Hana answered in the affirmative.

Olivia rolled her eyes with the pleading looks from Maxwell and Riley.

"I suppose I could go for a drink or two." She responded. "Amanda?"

She nudged her when the duchess remained quiet.

"Hmm?" Amanda tried to focus on the conversation. "Oh! No. I'm not going."

"No!" Maxwell pouted. "How come?"

"Jet lag." Amanda latched on to the excuse. "I think I'll go back to the hotel and get some sleep."

After another firmer refusal, she was able to escape her friends.

All she wanted to do was to go back to her room and call Thomas. It felt so wrong being in Los Angeles without him. Her first premiere had been as his date for The Last Duchess. She'd assumed as quickly as their relationship developed that all premieres would be spent by his side.

She could just imagine his reactions to the overly dramatic scenes, the unneeded explosions, and the way the scenes were framed. Her lips curved into a sad smile as she also thought of how he would have remained by her side, his arm around her or holding her hand, whispering that he thought she looked lovely tonight.

She could almost feel the kisses he would have placed upon her knuckles and temple as they sat through the film. Her skin tingled with how he would have insisted they not go to the after party so that they could return to his home for an evening alone.

Her imagination was vivid enough to conjure all they would have gotten up to once within that peaceful, empty of all well meaning friends, and able to express their love. The kisses and caresses that would follow once the door was shut. The clothes slipping off.

Her cheeks colored as she walked outside of the theater. Her eyes scanned the now empty red carpet, searching further for a taxi or town car to take her back to her hotel. The number of limos lined up made her softly groan over the possibility of having to walk a few blocks in her uncomfortable heels.

As she dismissed each limo and waiting driver without a second glance, she doubled back on the sight of a tuxedo clad man leaning causally against a limo.

Thomas watched as recognition flashed in her expression. Unfolding his arms, he broke out into a smile as she rushed to greet him.

Chuckling, he caught her in a hug that lifted her off the ground. His lips sought hers as she slipped her arms around his neck.

"You came." She breathed against his lips.

"I did." He deepened the kiss, feeling at peace for the first time in weeks. "I've missed you."

"Nowhere near as much as I've missed you." She leaned back to look into his handsome face. "I can't believe you're here!"

He took her hands while motioning with his head toward the limo. "Shall we go home?" He eyed the people beginning to spill out. "Unless you have other plans."

Keeping his hand in hers, she got into the limo, tugging him in behind her.

"My plans only involved returning to the hotel and calling you." She snuggled against him once he settled his arm around her. "Now that you're here, I'm rethinking them."

"Oh?" He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. "I hope they align with my own."

She melted against him as his hands began to wander along her curves. Their lips met again and again in a more heated exchange than the last one.

"I feel very confident that our plans are going to align perfectly."

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September Creator of the Month: Tveitertotwrites

Please welcome this month’s Creator of the Month: @tveitertotwrites

Each month, CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers or artists. The writer or artist is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page. Past COTMs can be found here.

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Masterlist

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played? 

I started playing in 2019, and my first book was Rules of Engagement.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the fandom in January 2022. I had taken a break from Choices for a while but went back in November/December 2021 and started trying to look for fanfiction for Open Heart as I wanted to see if there was more Open Heart content, so I turned to Tumblr and AO3 and decided to join.

3- How did you pick your blog name? 

It was the first thing I could think of. I’m not creative with naming things (if anyone remembers my original blog name, it was openheartfanfiction because I only wrote for OH and couldn’t think of anything else). So I was like, “I’m a fan of Aaron Tveit. His fans are called Tveiter Tots, so why not?”  I then added writing because most of the content I make is fanfiction.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it! 

It was actually a little intro to my account, but I had deleted it a while back so now it’s this. It is not my favorite. I would definitely redo it now that I have had more experience with text fics. 

5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both? 

While I would love to make fan art, currently, I only write fanfiction.

6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?

I have been writing/creating Choices content since 2022. But I have been writing for Star Wars and Adam Driver Characters since 2020 (even though I am on hiatus from it, and I don’t know if/when I will pick it back up). I also wrote some Marvel fanfiction with a friend in 2021. More recently, I have started writing stuff for Aaron Tveit and Cillian Murphy characters on my non-Choices blog.

7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?

Right now, I would say either Red Carpet Diaries or America’s Most Eligible is my favorite. But I also like Open Heart, High School Story, and others. I want to create more for RCD and AME, but I think I like creating content for OH.

8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?

Since I already mentioned the text fic, I chose the next fic I did. It was for my Open Heart MC’s (Claire Evans) Birthday. And I would 100 percent go back and rewrite it. I like the idea of what I wrote, but I don’t like its execution, and I need to go back and rewrite it.

9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created? 

Right now, I have these two favorites. While I like writing angst, I enjoy writing fluffy stuff like these two fics. Plus, it’s my MC and OC who are besties (Claire and Adelaide), so I had to choose one from both of them.

10- Do you have a fic/art that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?

This was a fic that I wasn't expecting to get notes on. I was still very new to the fandom at the time and hadn’t really interacted with anyone at that point, so seeing people like it was a shock.

Something that I wish I could do better is the content I make for my RCD and AME MCs (Brooklyn Moore and Charlie Howard). I love that people like my OH content, but I don’t see many people liking content from those books (which is fine if you don’t like it).

11- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? 

Fluff. While writing Angst and Smut can be fun, writing fluff is a nice escape from real life.

12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Yes, I have put some things from myself into my MCs and OCs, like some personality traits, some physical traits, and some hobbies/things they enjoy. So, I do see myself sometimes, but not always.

13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?

Either coming up with titles or writing bits in between the big parts. Usually, one of the last things I do is come up with a title because I can never think of one. Also, writing the “less important” parts in between the parts I want to write is what gets me sometimes and is why I have unfinished fics that I have abandoned.

14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

I have some fics that I had done some previews for (last year or the year before) that I would like to finish at some point. Right now, I am trying to finish a Dancing with the Stars AU for Adelaide and Tobias, so that is my writing priority.

15 - If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first? 

Maybe it depends on who it is. While I don’t think anyone would be too judgemental, I would still be very nervous to show them in fear of them hating it or something like that. I wouldn't show them the smut or some of my earlier fics but the fluff I would.

16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?

Not really. I have liked a lot of people’s work, but I don’t think that it really influences my writing at all though.

17- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series? 

I think my fic “Coming to You” would be fun to see as a movie. Seeing how Ethan and Claire’s relationship grows on screen when they’re in two different worlds would interest me.

19- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art? 

I have thought about trying to write an original fiction book, but right now I don’t. I do currently write some original screenplays as I am in college for screenwriting.

20-  What other hobbies do you have?

I like to paint and listen to music. I like to take drives in the morning to get coffee and relax or at night with my dogs. I like to watch movies and musicals (like Moulin Rouge and Six). 

21: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to)

Thank you to anyone who has read any of my fics or enjoyed the content I create. It means a lot, and I hope to continue writing content that both you and I can enjoy.

[jerzwriter]

March 2023

✍🏼 Fanfic 🎨 Artwork 📷 Edit 📱 Text Fic Ⓜ️ 18+ Content 🔥NSFW 🛸AU

A monthly summary of my fanfics, art commissions, and some of my favorite content from other fandom creators.

Categories are in alpha order of character names. Fics underneath are in order of date posted.

Eli Sipes x Zoe - Wake the Dead

A Cappy Ending ✍🏼 (feat. Troy Hassan) Eli, Zoe & Troy set off for an afternoon of hunting and make a most unusual discovery. As the day continues, Troy reveals he’s made some discoveries of his own.

Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee - Open Heart

Mamma Mia ✍🏼 Kaycee’s parents are moving out of their home, and while she’s there helping pack up, she makes an unsettling discovery.

Insecure (AU) ✍🏼🔥In this AU, Ethan recently published a successful book that has launched him to celebrity status. Kaycee couldn’t be prouder of him, but it's left her a bit insecure in their secret relationship. Fortunately, Ethan knows how to reassure her.

More Below...

No Cure ✍🏼 Ethan leaves work early one day and runs into Kaycee at an unexpected place. He's impressed with a project she's undertaken, but when he walks away, he realizes there is no cure.

Almost Home ✍🏼 Kaycee is away at a conference, while back in Boston, Ethan realizes just how much life has changed.

Highways & Byways Part 1 ✍🏼Ⓜ️ Kaycee sees a Do not touch your partner’s private part while he/she is driving! sign and found them inspiring. 😉

Tobias Carrick (in E/K World) - Open Heart

Sorry, Tobias ✍🏼Tobias wants Kaycee to introduce him to her gorgeous friend, but when he won’t take no for an answer, Kaycee has to set him straight. (No pun intended 😂)

Tobias Carrick x Casey - Open Heart

What's Forever For (AU) Part 2: Things Unsaid ✍🏼 Having a hard time handling her upcoming divorce, Casey spends the day with Sienna, and the women share an enlightening heart-to-heart. Part 3: Things Unsaid ✍🏼Tobias is heading to Casey’s parent’s house to pick up their son. Both of them have so much they want to say, but insecurity, fear, and other factors stand in their way. Can they overcome the obstacles? Or will this be the end?

A Little Surprise (feat. Bryce Lahela x @storyofmychoices Olivia Hadley) ✍🏼 Tobias & Casey’s wedding is this Saturday! And their officiant, Bryce, has been so excited about wooing the single guests all along, until now.

Special Delivery 📱A silly, saucy text exchange between Tobias and Casey. Set early on in their relationship.

Just Fine ✍🏼  Tobias stumbles upon a shaken Bryce… who tries to warn him about what he’s in for. But Tobias has things under control… or does he?

The Missing Piece ✍🏼Casey’s heading out for a night with friends, and Tobias is on Dad duty. The night goes well overall, but it’s not complete until Casey returns home.

Highways & Byways Part 2 ✍🏼 Casey sees a Do not touch your partner’s private part while he/she is driving! sign and takes it as a challenge… 😉

The Last of Us

Commentary Episode 8

Some of my favorite things from other creators during the month of March!

Dinner for Mommy 🎨OH - Ethan Ramsey x Lilac - @jamespotterthefirst's commission from @/artbyainna

Drake Walker Fanart 🎨TRR - Drake Walker x Riley @angelasscribbles's commission from @rosefuckinggenius

Guinevere Fanart 🎨 King Arthur x Guinevere @ao719 's commission created by @pilitella

Happy Birthday, Olivia ✍🏼🎨TRR - Bryce x Olivia - @storyofmychoices (art: @/artbyainna)

I Mustache You to Be Mine 🎨 WTD - Troy Hassan x F!MC (Astraea) Commission by @/artbyainna

Mrs. & Mrs. Hunt 🎨RCD - Thomas Hunt & Alex @theartoflovingthomashunt's commission by @/irdeinfierno

The In-Betweeners ✍🏼 OH - F!MC, Landry -@inlocusmads

War & Peace ✍🏼 OH - Ethan Ramsey x Sawyer

What I'm Becoming ✍🏼 OH - Bryce Lahela x M!MC - @mydemonsdrivealimo

[argylemnwrites]

Snubbed

Pairing: Seth Levine x MC (Jessica Parker)

Book: Red Carpet Diaries (about 14 months after Book 3)

Word Count: ~800

Rating: G

Summary: Seth and Jessica make alternate plans for Oscar night

Author’s Note: This is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever written. I don’t care, it’s silly and fun, and the Academy Awards just got me thinking about Seth and Jessica because this app owns my brain, apparently.

Anyway, this is for Day 9 of the Choices February challenge (Pizza)

“Alright, Iowa,” Seth said flopping down on the couch next to Jessica, grabbing a handful or chips, “Are we watching them, or are we watching something else?”

Tonight was the Academy Awards, and it had Jessica feeling a bit down. She’d gotten a lot of early season award buzz for Best Supporting Actress for her role in a period thriller set in the 1950s. She was brilliant in it and it was a fantastic role, but when the nominations had come out a few weeks ago, not only was Jessica’s name not on the list, but the entire movie was shut out, even for Production Design, Costume Design, and Best Original Screenplay.

The two of them had still gotten an invite, but with a little encouragement from Seth, Jessica had dumped it straight in the trash. She’d been worried about being rude by not showing up, but Seth had pointed out that if they really wanted her there, they would have nominated her. Besides, he didn’t want her to have to crash diet and wear some uncomfortable dress and heels just to smile and applaud politely. The fact that he was nervous about the weight he had put on himself over the holidays was merely a secondary concern, he’d assured her.

So, tonight instead of getting dressed up to the nines, they were crashing on their couch, for an “Unscars” party. Neither one of them had gotten out of their pajamas all day, Seth rocking his vintage Atari t-shirt with his Ohio State gym shorts, Jessica in her softest peach sweatshirt and a pair of black leggings, her hair clipped out of the way on top of her head. Seth had set out a spread of all sorts of junk food, ranging from Cheetos and Doritos to Double Stuff Oreos and the last of the chocolate dipped pretzels from Christmas. All that was left to do was wait for the pizza to arrive and to decide whether or not the event that shall not be named would be watched in their home.

“We’re watching them. Grab me a bottle of wine,” Jessica said with conviction, “We’re getting drunk and making fun of everything.”

And so they lounged in their living room, pigging out on all the calories they could find and getting decidedly tipsy, Seth sipping on his whiskey and Jessica enjoying glass after glass of her favorite pinot grigio.

“Oh my god,” Jessica cried out, taking a bite of their pepperoni pizza. “This is so much better than that,” she added after another bite, gesturing to the TV.

“Okay, no more wine for you,” Seth said, only half kidding. Tipsy Jessica was a lot of fun, but when she broke out the extreme hyperboles, that meant she was teetering on the edge of Drunk Jessica, who tended to get belligerent and often tried to pick fights with the first person she could find. That Jessica was not so fun to deal with.

“No, I’m not exaggerating,” she pouted, picking up the wine bottle and topping off her glass before Seth could tuck it away. “This has grease and cheese and carbs, which is basically everything awesome. I wouldn’t have been able to have any of this if I had to go there.”

Seth wasn’t sure if this coping strategy she’d turned to was entirely healthy, but he figured it could be going a lot worse than her finding the silver lining in a slice of pizza. So, he just sipped his whiskey, nodding in agreement and grabbing a slice for himself.

“I couldn’t agree more, Iowa.”

“They want to snub me, then I snub them. I have pizza, who needs the Academy?”

Seth glanced over at his wife, amused at how enthralled she seemed to be with some cheap delivery pizza. He knew she couldn’t indulge often, given the narrow range of acceptable weights for actresses in Hollywood, but he didn’t know she missed pizza quite this much. “Should I give you two some privacy?”

Jessica laughed at that, “Fine, I have pizza and my laid-back husband, who needs the Academy?”

“I notice the pizza still outranks me.”

“You don’t need to worry. Pizza’s just the hot new thing in town. The buzz will die down quickly and pizza will fizzle out when something cheesier with more carbs comes along.”

Seth shook his head and chuckled, just happy that she seemed to be handling the night okay. She reached forward to grab one more slice before she spun sideways on the couch, dropping her legs across Seth’s lap.

“This is certainly a lot less stressful,” she mused before taking another bite.

“And tastier.”

“Yes, definitely tastier.”

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[mxdanni]

Ever had to deliver a baby?

Thomas Hunt x MC .feat Dr Ethan Ramsey x his MC

“Thomas…?” called out Jessica yet her voice came out not louder than a sigh. “Thomas–” She hugged her belly and felt herself crumbling to the floor. The sharp pain clouded her senses, Jessica shut her eyes.

The impact never came. Instead, she heard a low, calming whisper. Perhaps, he’s been asking the same thing over and over again.

“Jessica?” She felt strong arms around her frame, her cheek pressed to her husband’s chest. His heart was hammering wildly. “Darling, what it is, please, talk to me.”

“I think it’s time,” she uttered.

Jessica forced her eyes open. A mere glimpse: they were on the sofa in their hotel room as Thomas cradled her in his arms. He cupped her face with one hand and now his thumb was running soothing circles on her neck.

“You think– but we’re two weeks earl–“ His brown eyes wide open, Thomas Hunt was never felt so lost in his entire life.

“It’s time, Thomas!” shrieked Jessica and punched his chest. Thomas didn’t even flinch but caught her clutched hand and gently kissed every hurting knuckle. “Call an ambulance, do something, get me a doctor, get me a doctor, Thomas!”

“Er– right. Right.” Gently, he raised her from his lap and helped to lie down on the sofa. “Right. Hold on, darling.”

He reached out for the phone… only to find the battery dead.

“Ugh, this is why I hate cellular devices…” Thomas grumbled. He looked around the hotel room but couldn’t spot hers. “Darling? Where’s your phone?”

“Get me a doctor!” she sobbed back.

One could pinpoint the exact second Thomas Hunt completely lost. Slammed the door, nearly knocked over some tourists by the elevators and dashed out into the lobby.

“Give me the phone!” he shouted, giving the receptionist his darkest scowl.

“S-sir–“ the young man reached out for the phone but it slipped his fingers under the intense glare.

Thomas tried reaching over the counter, then leaned over – he couldn’t grab it.

“Argh, forget that!” he exclaimed and slammed his palm onto the counter. “Call an ambulance! Just call it! My wife’s giving birth!” Thomas turned on his heels and ran into the lobby where several people were resting among all the cushions. “Somebody call an ambulance,” his voice dwindled from angry to desperately pleading, “are there even any doctors in here?”

Thomas didn’t see a reaction. He scowled and turned around – but then felt a pat on his arm.

“Alright, sir,” smiled a young woman. “Calm down, it’s alright, sir.”

“Calm down?! Calm down, I am calmed down!” He breathed in sharply. “Calm… I am calm,” he added a bit quieter.

“Right-right.”

Her apologetic smile and pats were getting on his nerves.

“Just call a doctor, will you?!”

“I am a doctor,” she said, “lead– whah?!”

Without any further thought, Thomas grabbed her wrist and pulled towards the elevators.

“Erm, sir…” for some reason she tried to wrench her hand free. Thomas held tighter, his fingers dug into her skin surely to leave a few bruises.

“Where do you think you’re taking my fiancé?”

Thomas had to stop in his tracks not to bump into the man. He appeared from what seemed like out of nowhere but most importantly annoying stepped between Thomas and the elevators. In other circumstances, Thomas Hunt might have even felt a little… impressed. The man’s scowl could almost match his own.

“Great. Ethan…” started the successfully secured doctor.

“We don’t have time for that!” Thomas snapped at her and pushed the man aside.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Only with the corner of his eye, as he was staring down the elevator floor count plate, Thomas noticed his secured doctor grab the man’s fist. It did cross his mind the man might have just tried to punch him but Thomas couldn’t care less.

“We don’t have time for–“ Thomas started again, almost pleading.

“He’s also a doctor!” exclaimed the already secured one. “Ethan’s one of the greatest do–“

In less than a second, there came a familiar ping and the elevator doors slid open.

In less time than that, Thomas reached out for the man, who almost ducked it, but still, Thomas grasped his sleeve. And pulled both into the elevator, then slammed the doors and floor buttons. Had to let go off both of them for that, Thomas calmed himself with the thought there was nowhere to run from the elevator.

“What… why…?” the second secured doctor looked confused. The first one a little amused. Thomas was annoyed and scared to death.

“My wife’s giving birth!” he shouted as the elevator was suddenly taking it too slow up to the twelfth floor.

“Yeah, his wife’s giving birth,” explained the woman and took the man’s hand. “He’s kinda jumpy.”

“I’m not jumpy!”

She ignored that. “Ever had to deliver a baby, Ethan?”

“Actually… more times than you think.”

- - -

Author’s note: Did I have to? YES 🤣🤣🤣

Do I plan a part 2? YES

‘Cause who’s also returning this summer and travels a lot? Wink-wink, I’m headcannoning random people going into labour on the Ramseys honeymoon as well...

p.s. check this out. I’ve started a fic masterlist 

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[angstymarshmallow]

A Family Affair - (thomas hunt x mc)

[A little note: whelp, I’ve been so inconsistent lately but the latest thing I’ve been writing for over a week is more or less ready :D. This takes place within the same universe as Simply Between Us series. It’s kind of like a what next? Here’s some fanfiction for all of my Hunt fans out there!]

[summary: after the last stressful months of their rollercoaster ride, Thomas and Tatum (MC) are ready to take the next step in their relationship. If only his mother felt the same way.]

[words counted: 3419]

She fumbles with the clasp of her dress; her fingers shaking slightly until she feels the coolness of his hands encircling her own. She closes her eyes for a moment, pausing to swallow past the nerves – past the uncertainty that comes along with it. She was going to meet them today. His family.

Unfortunately, there seems to be no end to how nervous she felt.

It still persists as his hands guide hers til the clasp is safely done. His breath touches her neck. “Tatum,” he whispers her name softly into her skin. “You’re over thinking it.”

“I am not.”

“You are.” His lips are unyielding as they trace the base of her neck, and she shivers at the motion. “I know that look very well,” his fingers skim down the length of her dress – only stopping to pause by her waist.

“I am not.” Tatum insists, still keeping her eyes trained on the mirror. From this angle, she can almost picture his smile before she sees it, the way the corner of his eyes crinkle just before – it never fails to give him away.

“You are terrible liar Tatum Everly.” His admonishes. Although, his lips manage to quirk into a smile.

A smile she thinks he wears quite well.

“Maybe,” She admits, biting her bottom lip – watching his mirror image as he bends his head lower. His disheveled hair from their latest tryst the night before, falls across her shoulder. Her stomach quivers in anticipation for his touch. His lips drift further until they’re able to press a soft kiss – a space between her shoulder blades where he gently nips.

It’s one of her favourite spots.

Little jolts of unabashed desire travel up her spine. She surrenders to his touch within seconds, leaning heavily into him as his arms wrap reassuringly around her. She’s almost forgotten their conversation until he prompts her with a familiar, I know you better than that look when he lifts his chin to stare at their mirrored reflections.

“And maybe, you’re far too perceptive for your own good Thomas Hunt,” she says decisively. She turns in his arms, dropping a fond kiss to his nose. Keeping her attention solely on him, she lowers her gaze slightly towards the slight bruises she left on his skin from last night. The sight of them makes her cheeks burn. “But can you blame me?” She shifts her gaze past his ear, trying not to look exactly at him. “I’m not the best liar – but what else am I supposed to say? Meeting your sister is huge.”

More than huge – meeting his sister means the next step in getting to know him better; getting to know the parts of himself no one else does. He’s spoken fondly about Rachel on numerous occasions and Tatum knows if she was to have any place in the Hunt family, winning his sister’s approval was a necessity for making that happen.  

Still, it feels slightly unfortunate now that the day was finally here - the idea has suddenly filled her with a sense of dread. Just thinking about meeting the younger Hunt makes Tatum want to disappear. Especially if she’s anything like her brother.

Thomas’ wry chuckle drags Tatum’s attention back to the present. His dark eyes shine with half-amusement as he cups her cheeks, compelling her to look at him. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” His tone is unusually gentle as his thumb caresses her cheek.

“Easy for you to say,” she snorts. “My parents love you.”

Truthfully, in their brief trip to Iowa – her parents had been completely smitten by Thomas Hunt. It was actually a little frustrating to watch her mother fuss over him. But he was charming to a fault; helping her around the house and bonding with her father over their love of cinema. He was never out of his element.

“And Rachel will love you,” Thomas’ reply is insistent. “She’s meeting us early because she can’t wait to meet you.”

He doesn’t mention his parents, which Tatum thinks is a deliberateness done on his part. Still, it’s something they will have to discuss when the time comes, but she knows better than to poke at something that was purposely undisclosed. At least, right now.

His tone is sufficiently serious though as Tatum peers up at him. He really means it. But there’s no denying a sense of ineptitude when it comes to their backgrounds. It can’t be helped. Even now, she sometimes draws comparisons that makes her think she may never quite fit in with his family. Although they share some similarities; their love of film and literature can only bridge so many gaps between them.

She forces a smile. She wants to believe him, but every second she spends thinking about his imposing younger sister; tall and headstrong in every sense of the word – is another second she thinks she won’t quite measure up. She’d done a bit of her own research and a part of Tatum still can’t believe she’s even meeting her tonight.

As if sensing her thoughts, Thomas whirls her around to face the mirror. “Look at you.” His fingers tilt her chin up until she she’s able to stare meekly at herself.

“You’re beautiful. Strong. Passionate. Determined. Smart.” He places a soft kiss by her shoulder, his hands skimming again to trace her ample cleavage. “Not to mention irresistible.”

“Mmm,” she inclines her head, giving him better access to graze her skin with his teeth. When he says things like that, she’s putty in his hands. “You’re only saying that because you want to seduce me tonight.” A low hum of pleasure leaves her throat as he nips into her skin.

Thomas smiles. “I think I’ve already accomplished that.” He pulls back enough to drop his hands to hers’ and lifts it to his lips; the engagement ring he’d given her two months ago twinkling as though for emphasis under the current streak of sunlight.

Laughing, she smiles at his grand gesture before he lets go. “True enough I suppose, but why settle for just one? I like that you seduce me nearly every night.” Looping her arms around his neck, she steps closer.

“I aim to please Miss Everly.” He doesn’t break eye contact and something tightens in her gut at the tender way he looks at her; longingly like he never wants to let go.

Maybe he doesn’t want to let go. It has been awhile since they’ve had this much time to themselves; almost nearly every night this week she’s had to count her lucky stars that he came to bed with her. Sometimes their schedules are too tangled and doesn’t allow the amount of time she desires to spend in his arms, instead of someplace else.

“I love you.” Thomas says it quietly, softly – almost a whisper as both his hands grip her waist a little tighter.

“I love you too.” She responds almost instantly, beaming at him until he leans close enough to capture her lips. She can feel every bit of how much he loves her in return. It is in every kiss, in the air around them as their breaths mingle. It is in every moment they spend huddled together, pressed intimately with only each other for company.

“Tatum,” Thomas says her name in nothing short of wonder and happiness.

“I know,” Tatum murmurs between kisses, “if only we had more time.” Still, she can’t let go. Instead her fingers tangle inside his hair as he presses closer. His hands run tantalizingly slow patterns across her naked back, and she shivers in delight. Reluctantly, she somehow finds the willpower to pull away first; laughing at the rare sight of Thomas’ face – flushed as it was until he clears his throat and gazes elsewhere.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Or is that truly a blush?” Tatum teases, leaning into him. “Maybe I’ve finally seduced you too.” After the year they’ve been together, it’s at least one thing she knows for certain. The rest of her remark dies within her throat as he tugs her flush against him. She swallows hard at the sudden intensity in his stare.

“Seduction doesn’t even come close.” He tucks a finger under her chin. “Truth be told, I’ve been completely enamored by you Tatum. Almost, since the very beginning.”

Her stomach flips. It isn’t fair when he says things like that. It isn’t fair at all. She tries to swat his shoulder playfully, but he captures her wrist at the last possible second, and without breaking eye contact, he kisses it.

“Careful Thomas,” Tatum warns, “you’re going to make me melt. And I’ve just gotten my makeup right.”

The sound of his rich velvety laugh makes her smile as he releases her. “Point taken.” He releases her with a squeeze. “I suppose we should make sure we’re at least presentable before Rachel gets here.”

“Or….”

The sunlight from the window catches the streaks of platinum inside Tatum’s hair at just the right angle as she shakes her head. Her careful expression drops as her lips itch to smile.

Stepping forward, she’s close enough for Thomas to spot the sudden mischievous glint inside her eyes. “Or…?”

“Or, you spend the last couple moments we have alone– showing me how much you love me.” She links her arms around his neck, smiling as his hands have already began wandering down her thighs.

Her fingers sneak around his collar before he’s able to protest. Mostly, he doesn’t want to object anyway. It thrills him when she takes the lead. There’s something undeniably sexy the way she practically purrs his name when she wants something. “Thomas.”

“I could persuade you to stay,” she leans forward until her breath brushes by his ear. “Just right here, with me.” She ignores the abrupt change in her heartbeat as she drifts her lips across his jaw and finally at his neck. Tatum knows she’s playing a dangerous game – but she doesn’t want to stop.

He does something to her, inexplicable – there isn’t enough words to explain. However, what she does know is how much she wants him – especially when he looks at her the way he’s looking at her now. As if she’s the only thing in the world that matters and all of sudden she wants nothing more than to be back in bed again, buried under sheets and skin against skin.

She kisses him first, hears his soft groan of pleasure until his arms snag her waist and pulls her flush against him again. This time kissing him isn’t to explore, it’s more intense than that – like a fevered dream that she can’t get away from. She buries her fingers into his hair as he picks her up, and lets out a surprised gasp when her back lightly touches the cool sheets of their bed. “I guess that’s a yes then.” She doesn’t know how she manages to keep composure, especially when the rest of her body feels scorched by his touch.

Peering down at her, Thomas smirks before he began undoing his cuff-links. “Has it ever been a no?” His tailored shirt goes next, thrown with wild abandon before he scoops her up again inside his arms. His lips find the smoothness of her shoulder where he presses a trail of kisses hot enough for Tatum to shiver. “I swear, I can never get enough of you.” He mutters the word thickly, as his hands deftly began unzipping her dress.

She hums a soft noise of pleasure in her throat. “Thomas I –”

A sound loud enough to interrupt them suddenly blasts from Thomas’ phone. They both flinch and take a moment to stare at one another before hastily untangling themselves. Tatum tries to stifle her pout as Thomas reaches for his phone.

“Yes.” He answers tersely, not bothering to hide his annoyance or even check caller I.D.

She hears the impatience in his voice as speaks, not that she can blame him – she’s impatient too and already her hands are by his hips itching to touch him. Without giving it a second thought, she kneels in front of him and greedily sinks her fingers beyond the waistband of his slacks.

She hears his soft in-take of breath as her fingers caresses his tip, but then a soft curse as his entire body goes rigid.

“Yes, of course mother.” A pause.

Her hand freezes and she reels back in alarm. Oh no.

“Of course, we’ll meet you downstairs.” There’s another pause as Thomas nods his head, not meeting Tatum’s horrified stare.  Another minutes passes and his eyes are no longer unfocused when they look at her. After saying his goodbyes, he helps Tatum to her feet.

“Please don’t tell me –” she stops short, helping him to find his shirt before she manages to catch his eye.

“Yes.” He says without hesitation. His brow creases before his face disappears underneath his shirt. “She’s waiting downstairs in the parlor.” He sighs. “I had forgotten she had a key.”

Cheeks heating, Tatum covers her face and barely manages to stifle the urge to scream. “Oh my god, do you think….do you think she heard us?”

Thomas looks disgruntled himself. He presses his lips into a thin line and drags fingers through his hair. “I won’t lie to you – probably. You aren’t particularly quiet.” He replies with a small smirk. It immediately dissipates a moment later as his eyes skim their room. “But…knowing her, she won’t bring it up.”

“I’m sorry – is that supposed to make me feel any better?” She’s meeting his mother.

She’s meeting his mother.

And the last thing she wants his mother to think is that she’s some kind of…harlet. Yet, she’s getting the sinking feeling that she’s already made a poor impression. “Besides, I thought your sister was supposed to meet us.” She protests as soon as she’s able to find her voice again.

“She’s apparently had an engagement she can’t get out of and mother was already in the country when she asked.” He’s fishing for his blazer as he speaks, tucking it smoothly in while Tatum still struggles to find composure. “Hey.” His hands are on her shoulder, reassuringly squeezing them. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she lifts her eyes to stare up at him.

“It’s fine.” His voice is firm, commanding. Then his features soften as he shifts a hand to her chin and tilts it up. “Think about it this way, it isn’t the most compromising position we’ve ever been in,” he reasons then pauses as to squint. “Although it comes pretty close.”

Her eyebrows quirk up in frustration, “still not making me feel any better.”

“Does this help?” He bends to press a soft kiss to her forehead and her shoulders relaxes almost immediately.

“No.” She sighs. “A little.” But what if she doesn’t like me? What if she thinks I’m not good enough for you? These questions still plague her as she forces a smile. Her mind is harder to convince. Changing the subject, she steps back. “Shall we?”

He frowns for a moment before offering his arm. “We shall.”

-

Mrs. Hunt looks almost as every bit intimidating as Tatum imagines she would have.

There’s an air of authority to her as they meet her in parlor. She raises her slender chin up high at the sound of their footsteps.

Right away Tatum knows she has impeccable taste. She may be wearing dark slacks but they’re expensive by the look of them and her pair of pearls only seem to echo her air of importance. She doesn’t smile right away as she turns to notice them.

Tatum catches her breath in surprise.

She doesn’t look like she’s had two children. Tatum thinks she’s somehow managed to find the fountain of youth. Surely, they shared trademarks – nearly flawless complexions from porcelain skins with no blemishes to the naked eye. She’s nearly as tall as he is too, and towers a good foot over Tatum as they exchange pleasantries. Her eyes are the worst part. They are dark and cutting – nearly sharp enough to break glass as they flicker smoothly towards where Tatum’s is standing.

There isn’t a wrinkle nor a hair out of place as she tucks her arms behind her. She is every bit of poise and grace that Tatum imagines his mother to be – down to the glacial look she administers and accompanies with a clear of her throat.

Tatum stands a little straighter, despite desperately struggling with the sudden urge to wither up and die underneath her heavy scrutiny.

“Keeping your mother waiting is not a good look for you Thomas.”

“Mother.” Thomas greets warmly. He takes her comment in stride as they walk further into the room. “My apologies, I had no idea you were coming. It’s good to see you.”

“Didn’t we teach you to always be prepared Thomas?” Mrs. Hunt replies coolly. Her eyes finally leave Tatum long enough to lose its sharpness.

Tatum lets out a small sigh of relief.

Mrs. Hunt smiles at her son, and just like that – the edges in her features soften and the air around them doesn’t feel as thick with tension anymore. “Likewise, thank goodness my fight was ready in time.”

“One would hope so, otherwise – what point would there be in owning your own jet?” He says drily, earning a soft laugh in response.

She pats his shoulder affectionately, cheeks still holding the last of her smile. “It’s certainly not just because.” Then her gaze solidifies itself. “It’s a good thing my meeting didn’t last very long.”

“I take it everything is well? The last time we spoke, you sounded a bit stressed.”

“Yes. It took a turn for the better when I went to meet my investors in person. One can never be too certain of their circumstances until they’re able to find a practical solution.” Her dark eyes flit over and lock eyes with Tatum’s. “Now, I assume there’s a reason –”

“Oh!” Thomas seems to realize at the same time as she does. “Forgive me, where are my manners?” He rests an arm reassuringly around Tatum after she takes a timid step forward. “Mother this is Tatum Everly, my fiancée.”

Even the way he says fiancée causes a swift burst of pleasure through Tatum and she can scarcely hide her smile as she lifts her chin and meet’s the shrewd woman’s gaze. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hunt.” She eagerly reaches for his mother’s outstretched hand. She’s a little surprised at how tight of a grip she has.

“I see.” Her tone is nearly clipped. She drops her hand within seconds. “So, this is why you never visit anymore.” Her lips press into a thin line.

“I –” Tatum tries to find her voice, but comes up short and flinches.

“Mother,” Thomas looks exasperated then he lets out a sigh at her reproachful look in return. “I have also been very busy with work, and circumstances present haven’t been able to leave much room for anything else.”

“I sincerely doubt that is the case.” She makes a point of glancing at Tatum and then towards the flight of stairs.

Thomas cheeks are as flushed as Tatum’s feels and it is in that moment that she wants nothing more than for the floor to suddenly open up and swallow her whole. Anything else would have been more preferable than the scathing look Mrs. Hunt is currently giving her.

Before either of them can protest, Thomas’ mother tosses her hair over her shoulder and stalks towards the entrance. “Now I think I was promised dinner.”

“There’s still so much time. Our reservation isn’t for another hour.” Tatum whispers to Thomas, peeking up at him just in time to notice the slight crease in his brow.

“It doesn’t hurt to be early Miss Everly. You should do well to remember that.”

She flinches at the sound of her disapproval. There is no missing it. She hadn’t even realized the woman had heard her. “Oh my god – does your mother have super-powered hearing?” She’s close enough to superstitiously say in his ear.

“No, I’m just a mother.” Came the response down the hall. “And mothers have a way of finding out everything.”

The way she emphasizes the word places Tatum ill at ease and she glances up at Thomas in a wild panic. “Everything?” She mouths the words at him. Well, so much for making a good first impression.

-

tags: @cora-nova,  @mfackenthal @emomoustache

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Memories Of Us (Choices Secret Santa)

Author's note: Hello, @i-choose-liam ! I’m your Choices Secret Santa! While I was lurking researching on your blog about your preferences, I found out that you’re not only a Matt Rodriguez stan, but you also would like to see more stories about him. So here it is. This is my first Red Carpet Diaries fic and first aesthetic. I hope you like them. Thank you @choicesecretsanta for this lovely idea of spreading joy in the fandom during my favorite holiday. Merry Christmas to you all! 😘

Book: Red Carpet Diaries Pairing: Matt x MC (Diksha) Rating: T Word count: 1645 Summary: After a long international tour to promote The Last Duchess, Diksha finally comes back home, where her heart is. Based on the prompt: 2c. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” from @choicesprompts

"Ladies and gentlemen, in ten minutes we will land in Los Angeles. It's 5 AM and the local temperature is 67°F. Please fasten your seatbelts."

As the pilot begins the landing maneuver, Diksha heaves a sigh. Home at last. The world tour to promote The Last Duchess couldn't have been more successful, but after three long weeks traveling to eleven different countries, all she wanted was to go home. Much like her, Chris Winters and Thomas Hunt chose to take the same night flight to avoid the press and just get home quietly to rest for a few days. She grabs her luggage and bids farewell to them before meeting Chaz, the only one person who knows she was arriving and promptly offered to pick her up at the airport. "Welcome back, Diksha. Good to see you," he beams hugging her.

"Thanks, Chaz! It's nice to see you too." They walked through the parking lot, get in the car and he starts the engine, leaving the LAX towards the streets of the city she knows so well.

"The producers are so happy with the results. You've got so many calls from directors, TV networks, clothing and cosmetic brands that will keep you be busy for a whole year."

"Great," she smiles softly, but her mind and heart aren't in it. He talks some more and she nods and makes small remarks, but her thoughts are somewhere else. She looks over her phone to check the hour and smiles. Her wallet is open inside her leather duffle bag, letting her favorite photo of Matt on display.

"Earth to Diksha," Chaz call her out. "Dare I ask what were you thinking?"

"Oh, you know... I just missed home."

"Suuuuure..." he grins. "Nothing to do with that hunky Latin guy on your lock screen pic, huh?" She blushes. Normally she would make a joke and brush it off, but since they professed their love to each other, she is on cloud nine. It's written all over her face. Diksha has all sorts of pictures of Matt and she carries them everywhere as a reminder of how lucky she feels to be his girlfriend. "Okaaay..." Chaz interrupts her thoughts again. "So, your apartment is clean, your fridge is fully stocked, so if you plan on--."

"Go straight to Matt's."

"It's really early, Diksha. I mean, Matt is probably one of those guys who wake up early to work out and stuff, but--"

"It's okay. Matt and I exchanged keys and security codes to our homes. I can go there whenever I want," Diksha declares calmly.

"Oh, so the 'I love you' talk was a really big deal," he grins.

"You bet it was," she gushed.

"Alright, Matt Rodriguez's mansion it is."

As the car arrives at the entrance, Diksha rolls out the window and dials the security code, immediately opening the gate. The car enters the real estate and stops at the main entrance. One of the guards opens the door for her and greets her politely. "Good morning, Miss Martin."

"You're using an alias at your boyfriend's place?" Chaz mutters.

"It was his suggestion. One can never be too careful," she gives her shoulders.

"Whatever you say, Diksha. I'll leave your luggage at your apartment. See you later?"

"Thanks, Chaz. See ya," she gives him a brief hug and gets out of the car, walking inside the quiet mansion, heading upstairs towards Matt's suit.

Diksha stops a few steps away from his bedroom, takes off her shoes, open the door and tiptoes inside. Under the white duvet on the king size bed, Matt is fast asleep, lying on his side, holding a bunch of pillows and snoring lightly. She goes to his closet and changes from her jeans and white button silk blouse to one of his shirts then makes her way back to the room. Crawling on the bed, she wraps one arm around Matt, resting her face on the crook of his neck. He stretchs a little and groans, blinking a few times before turning his head. "Diksha?"

"Hi," she whispers smiling.

"I didn't know you were coming today," he yawns between words.

"Surprise," she coos then plants a small kiss on his cheek, making him chuckle. They share a sweet kiss and soon both of them fall into slumber.

Diksha wakes up, rubbing her hands on her eyes then realize she's alone in bed.  "Good morning, girlfriend," Matt says softly, his husky voice emphasizing the last word. He walks into the room and sits on the bed next to the end table, where a large tray filled with french toast, pancakes, orange juice, coffee, a bowl of fruits and Benedict eggs with bacon is placed.

"Good morning, boyfriend," she sits up and reaches for his hand. He leans in and they kiss slowly. He pulls away, his handsome features growing a bit more serious. "Is everything okay?"

"No."

"Oh... Okay, what's going on?"

"Your phone buzzed a few times and when  I picked up to answer, I saw something," he produces her wallet from his pants pocket and opens it, showing the picture she has inside. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” he shows a selfie of them with a charcoal clay mask on their faces and her hair was pulled into a messy bun.

"Isn't it a cute picture?"

"No, it's not. You look cute. I have black facial mask on my face, my hair is a mess and you go and get that selfie printed and put it in your wallet," he scolds.

"Hey! It was our first sleepover. We were taking care of our skin together while we binge watched Tidelands and fell asleep before we could find out who happened to Cal."

"Not true. Our first was in Russia, remember?"

"But that was before we made it official. I wanted a nice memory of us. No glamorous outfits, professional photographers, without Photoshop retouches or good lightning. Just you and me having a low key night together."

He suddenly understands the meaning of the picture for her and smiles. "You know what? Let's do it again. But instead of just one night, we'll spend 24 hours together or until we get sick of each other and we'll take as many pictures as you want, then we choose the one that will go into our wallets, okay?"

"Bold of you to assume I would ever get sick of you," she smirks.

"Good. Because I'm not planning on letting you leave me again anytime soon," he grins, cupping one of her cheeks and kisses her. "But let's have breakfast first."

"Yay," she squeals making him laugh as he grabs the tray placing it on the bed and they begin to eat.

"I like this one," Matt touches her phone screen to open the picture as they lay on the bed looking at the two hundred pictures they took that day.

"It's really romantic, but I don't want to see just our silhouettes in my wallet. I'd rather use it as a lock screen or wallpaper."

"Put it on your wallpaper. This is our lock screen," he sends her a picture of them walking on the street holding hands and shows his phone to her. "Now you just have to make it your lock screen too."

She does as instructed and holds her phone next to his. "Aww... I love it. But we still have to pick one for my wallet."

"How about this one?"

"My hair is all over the place."

"I think you look stunning, but okay. This one."

"No... I can barely see you. I prefer this."

"There's only me in this picture, Diksha."

"Exactly," she beams.

"No, no, no, no. We agreed on a selfie and a selfie it will be." They look through their phones discussing the pictures for about an hour but haven't found a single photograph they both agree.

"You know what? Get up," she commands standing up, pulls him by the hand and they head towards the closet, stopping in front of the mirror. She jumps on him and wraps her legs around his waist startling him. He laughs infectiously as she snaps a picture. They take a few more pictures and go back to bed.

"This one."

"Yeah?"

"It's spontaneous, funny and will remind you of this amazing day we had."

She studies the picture for a moment and smiles. "You’re right, it's perfect."

"Great, let's send it to the printer," he pairs his phone Bluetooth and sends to his office printer. "Now we can take that picture off your wallet."

"We can leave both pictures here."

"Diksha," he chides.

"Pleaaaaseeee," she pouts.

"I'm not falling for these puppy eyes and cute pouting face, give me the picture."

"No," she gets out of the bed grinning. "You'll have to catch me first."

"With pleasure," he gets out of and starts to chase her as they run around the room laughing until he tackles her and they fall back on the bed. "Now that belongs to me," he says taking the picture off the wallet and places inside the top drawer of his nightstand.

"If you wanted a copy, you could have just said so."

"And miss the fun of chasing you? No, I like it that way," he winks and she giggles. "I want a memory of that date too. I want to have all kinds of memories of us I can get."

"Me too," she smiles and shifts to the side to gaze at his brown eyes. He pulls her close and they share a loving kiss and snuggle on the bed before drifting off to sleep.

[hellospunkiebrewster]

8. Cozy Night In (September Fanfic Challenge)

Summary: Audrey simply wants some alone time with The Last Duchess script, except she keeps getting interrupted.

Perma-tags: @mfackenthal, @blackcatkita, @darley1101, @never-ending-choices, @pbchoicesobsessed, @bella-ca, @theroyalweisme, @writtenbycandy, @umccall71, @katurrade, @flyawayblue56, @hopefulmoonobject

Tagging: @choices-september-challenge

Audrey adjusts her thick woolen socks up over her knees after her trip from the kitchen to get another cup of tea. It wasn’t entirely cold enough for these socks in California, it never was, but she loved the comfort of them. They reminded her of home.

Her phone had been blowing up and buzzing across her coffee table since she’d told her friends she’d accepted the leading role in The Last Duchess despite being sworn to complete secrecy. They wanted to celebrate, she simply wanted some time alone with her couch and the script tonight. It was tough to say no, especially to Matt, who kept sending her sad selfies from his own couch, to which he was unfortunately bound to for the moment, hooked up to a machine that would assist him in the rehabilitation of his knee.

The more her phone buzzed, the more difficult it became to focus, until she decided to turn it to Do Not Disturb for the night. When she does, she notices a message from an unknown number.

‘Script revisions will be coming out.’

She saves the number under a contact she created for a myriad of phone numbers she could only guess were her director, Thomas Hunt.

He was illustrious to say the least but so incredibly odd. Audrey had dreamed of working with him when she first moved to Hollywood but with notoriety and praise came being much more selective on your projects. Thomas Hunt had gone to the extreme, this would be the first movie he’d released like this in over three years. She was overjoyed to be on the project and floored that he deemed her worthy of it.

As she settled into the script once again with her phone silent and securely in its spot on the table, there was a kurt and firm knock at the balcony window of her posh loft apartment. Confused and a little nervous, Audrey slips from the couch to the floor before crawling to the edge of it and peering around the side.

Her heart threatens to beat out of her chest until she spots him as she squints against the glare of the glass, Thomas Hunt was on her balcony. She hops up in shock, hurrying to let him in.

“What? How did you?” She steps out on the balcony looking around for his means of egress as he enters her apartment. Audrey inspects the railings and the surrounding buildings for a few seconds before turning back to Hunt, waiting stoically inside as if nothing odd had transpired.

“I believe you mean, good evening,” he suggests as she closes the glass door behind her.

“Yea that, but, what? Weren’t you just with Holly? How?” She was still having trouble formulating a thought after what had just happened. It didn’t help that he always looked at her in a curious way that made it hard to breathe.

He reaches into a small leather portfolio bag and pulls out a thick script.

“The revisions I told you about.”

Audrey leaves him there for a moment, offering up the new script, as she reaches for her phone.

“You literally texted me… six minutes ago.” She scrolls through her phone to find the message.

“Six? Hmm, a bit slow. My apologies on keeping you waiting.”

Audrey furrows her brow and bites her lower lip, still bewildered. She takes a couple steps forward, noticing that Hunt is carefully observing her steps and then her face. She stops for a second to remind herself to breathe before she reaches for the script he is still offering to her. As she takes it from him she feels his grasp linger a bit longer on the script than necessary, he’s far too busy watching her.

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I still have to get this to Chris,” Hunt says as he heads towards the front door of her apartment. Whatever way he used to get up to her balcony, he hadn’t planned to use it to leave.

Audrey stifles a hearty laugh a bit too slowly and it bursts from her lips. “No you wouldn’t.”

“You’re right,” Hunt states as he reaches for the door. He turns back to her with what she can only think is his version of a cheeky smile on his face. His eyes land on her legs again and suddenly she’s very conscious of her oversized, stretched, and old wooly socks.

“Nice socks.” Thomas Hunt pulls the door closed behind him without much else beside those words. She can hear a soft, “goodnight,” through the door after it clicks. Audrey turns the script over in her hands idly, thinking on what had just occurred in her living room, in front of her very eyes.

A real, genuine compliment from Thomas Hunt.

[resetmypatientviolence]

Picture to Burn (Seth x MC x Matt)

Picture to Burn-- Part 1 of this fic series (I think?)

Word count: 1,499 Pairing: Seth x Terrance [MC] x Matt

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Language; Matt doesn’t actually make an appearance, FYI

Summary: How was Terrance supposed to leave Seth alone in after the disaster of a comedy show? For that matter, how could she NOT kiss him? She didn’t think anything of the paparazzi’s stolen picture until the next morning when everybody wants to know about her “Mystery Man”. It would all be okay, maybe even great, if she also didn’t have the same secret moments with Matt Rodriguez, the actor with a heart of gold.

Suggested Song Accompaniment: Bad at Love-- Halsey

Note: I have a name for my Drake x MC x Liam fic series (finally), “Supposed to Be” which you can find here. The 3rd chapter is coming soon! Thank you for your support of my writing! Enjoy!

Terrance pulled her head up, reluctantly; blonde curls falling over her bare shoulder, tank top strap slipped off her shoulder. The water Seth got for her before he headed back to his apartment was untouched. She groaned. At least her head wasn’t swirling. She had worse mornings.

 Propping herself on an elbow, she grabbed the lukewarm water and drank it in big gulps, last night coming back into focus. Seth’s disaster of a show. The kiss in the dressing room. The first round of drinks. Then another. Then another bar. Then back to her apartment, ordering pizza, and drinking beers and watching D-grade movies. Kisses, and lots of them, some small and others deep and steamy, peppered between everything.

 Finished, Terrance smiled to herself, setting the glass back on the nightstand. Seth was drunk too, but he still tucked her in, Terrance giggling the whole time, and gave her water. She touched her lips. She didn’t want him to go, stalling him with insistent kisses, but she grew too tired to keep up her resistance. Though, what were they waiting for?

 Looking at the door, she sighed, quietly. Nothing was official with Matt… or him… but why did she feel so conflicted and guilty when she looked into Seth’s eyes? Why would she be breaking somebody’s heart eventually? Could she… not? “Or you can just stop kissing cute boys…” she muttered to herself, dragging herself out of bed. She came here to act, after all. Not be caught up in confusion, even if nothing was official. It felt so small town.

 It was a quiet morning—she still had time before she had to be on set. Coffee brewing, Terrance showered, and changed, entering the kitchen just as the pot beeped. “Ugh, finally.” Pouring herself a cup, she sat on the counter and pulled out her phone for the first time. She used to scroll through it half asleep in bed… but ever since her newfound fame, she needed to be sharp—focused. Who knew if a another surprise interview would appear the morning of?

 As the new usual, notifications everywhere. Thousands of followers. She posted a picture of her coffee. Likes, instantly. She exhaled, slow. It was… she didn’t know how to feel. Matt couldn’t even relate. A text, from Chazz, well, multiple.

 Ter! Is that your neighbor??

 Girl!! Spill!

Text me the second—and I mean—the second you wake up!!

Puzzled, she tilted her head. I do live by people, yeah.

 In the picture!

What????????

 “Oh, shit.” The photographer. Matt. Chazz sent the photo, accompanied by an article from TMZ. Hollywood’s Newest IT Girl and her Mystery Man—CAUGHT!

 She rubbed her temple. There was no denying it was her, hair, smile and all. Their lips, barely touching, pulling away from the kiss, but the photographer still got the shot. Seth’s hands wrapped around her back, gripping the fabric of her dress, like he never wanted to let her go. She gulped and set the cup on the counter.

 The tabloids picked it up. Want to know everything about him and you. My inbox is exploding. On my way to now to take you to your shoot—you have some answers to give.

 What if there isn’t any?????

 WTF TER?!

 She slouched, sinking lower and lower into herself. “Shit,” she breathed. None of this would have mattered, of course, if she hadn’t been tangled up with Matt.

 Matt was... amazing. New, fast paced, grand, and yet, genuine. It was like she could see through him and he to her. He wasn’t just an actor, he was a person who just wanted to feel normal once in a while. She knew he liked how she grounded him and made those parts of him flourish in their short time as more close than friends—and coworkers—should be.

 Seth was also… amazing. Soft, gentle, funny, and familiar. Like home. That might be the Midwest connection, but it was deeper than that. She lost herself in his blue eyes and she would do anything to protect him, and him to her. With him, she felt at home, at ease, comfortable in the insanity of her new life.

 Nothing was official with either. But, somehow, she felt that she picked the two men in Hollywood who might actually care if she was conflicted between two people. She should have told them, but life was coming at her all too fast. She just wanted to see them when she could and see if there was a connection for something more there. If there was. And for Matt… she could only hope he didn’t pay attention to the tabloids anymore. She’s rather tell him in person than have him see… that. The picture.

 Another text notification. Not from Chazz. Matt. Her heart leapt to her throat. She was about to open it when the knocking started. “Coming!” She slid off the counter and nervously rubbed her hands together.

 She opened it and there was Seth. He offered a smile. “Hey, Iowa, got some more coffee?”

 She nodded stiffly. “Yeah, help yourself.” He walked in and she popped her head out into the hallway… just making sure nobody was there. There wasn’t.

 Terrance bit her lip and joined him in the tiny kitchen, picking up her still warm cup. She really should write a book on how to feel like a shitty person within one minute. Bestseller. “Umm… so…” she started. “Thanks for the water, it was a lifesaver.”

 Seth chuckled, eyes crinkling. “Always, Iowa.” They paused. Her phone on the counter with Matt’s text. “So… that picture….”

 She shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Seth, I didn’t know that he’d follow me and get that and…”

 “No, no, it’s okay. Well, I mean an invasion of our privacy, but look at this.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed her the screen, filled with notifications too. Texts, emails…. She squinted her eyes and cocked her head.

 “They figured out my mystery man, huh?”

 “Clubs are asking me—asking me—to do stand up for them. Can you believe it?” He sounded incredulous, but Terrance saw the smile on his lips. It warmed her heart. Well, maybe one good thing came from the picture. Could that outweigh the bad?

 She kissed him on the cheek, smiling. He raised his eyebrows but then smiled, truly. “I’m happy that that happened, Seth. You deserve it.” He sipped his coffee, free hand tucking a wild curl behind her ear.

 “The next thing… what do you want me to do next?”

 “Hmm?”

 “If people ask, I’ve got tabloids wanting to interview me, to give the scoop on you, us, and… it’s not my place to speak for you, if you want to say anything.” Her phone buzzed again. She broke her gaze from Seth’s blue eyes. Matt’s name, again. She frowned, heartbeat speeding. Oh god oh god oh god.

 “I… it’s a little crazy, isn’t it?” she said, shaking her head. “Just a kiss and bam, suddenly everybody cares about my personal life. I shouldn’t be complaining… but…” Terrance trailed when his happy smile was gone. He stared into his coffee. She grit her teeth and replayed her words. Just a kiss.

 Seth was still quiet. Her phone, buzzed, again. “Listen,” she said, moving next to him, nudging his side. “Please don’t talk to the tabloids. If… if this is something, let’s have this move at our pace, okay? Not what Hollywood wants.”

 He nodded, looking at her now. “Will do, Iowa.” Then, he cupped her face, fingertips lingering on her skin before he kissed her lips, so gentle. So unlike the one kiss in the hallway of their apartment the moment they entered it last night…. Terrance shivered. “For the record, I do hope that this will be something, someday,” he said after the kiss.

 Me too, Terrance wanted to say, but couldn’t because she wasn’t sure of the truth herself. Instead, she kissed him, biting his lower lip exactly how he liked it. A small moan from the base of his throat. And suddenly, she was writing the sequel of How to Feel Like a Shitty Person in One Minute, aptly titled How to Become a Bigger Piece of Shit Than You Already Are. “I think you have some new jokes to write up, Mystery Man,” she whispered.

 He laughed, eyes twinkling, bright with possibility. “That I do, Iowa. Have a… er, story to tell when you get back from your shoot today.”

 Terrance picked up her phone. It buzzed. Again. The third book of her human shit trilogy was on its way. “I’ll have a novel by the end of this movie.”

 Seth grinned. “See you later, Terrance.” He kissed her cheek and headed out. Instantly, the ease, despite the situation at hand, disappeared. Terrance grit her teeth, and stared at her phone. Now or never.

 Taking a deep breath, she swiped, opening up Matt’s messages.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the fiction. All rights go to Pixelberry Studios.

[alj4890]

Hii 😍

I saw these fall pics and thought of you. Maybe they’ll inspire a fic or an edit (no pressure 🥰)

😆 It's like you dug into my mind to find the things I love in the fall! All that's missing is a fuzzy blanket to curl up in 🤣

How about three short drabbles, one for each image? I went with a Bloodbound one titled Something Sweet, a Red Carpet Diaries one titled On a Rainy Afternoon, and ended with an Open Heart Drabble titled Addiction for the final picture.

Pairings are (Jax Matsuo x MC) (Thomas Hunt x OC) (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

Rating: PG for a word or two but fluff for the majority of the drabbles.

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Masterlist

Something Sweet: A Choices Bloodbound Book 1 Drabble

(Jax Matsuo x MC*Alex)

Alex pulled the covers up over her ears. After the night she'd had, she refused to even stir from the warm, comforting cocoon of blankets.

Keeping her eyes closed, she scooted back, expecting a pair of muscled arms to wrap protectively around her. Instead she met nothing but a cold spot on the sheets.

Her eyes barely cracked open as she turned to see just where the man she'd spent the night with had disappeared to.

She heard the soft clatter of a bowl and spoon being used. Propping herself up on her elbow, she blinked and studied the underground apartment she'd slept in.

It was strange how much this place had become associated with safety to her. If anything, it should be a place of uncertainty and fear. So many clanless vampires were worried of discovery.

Instead, this place had become synonymous with the vampire who had swooped in and not only saved her multiple times, but also stole her heart along the way.

A hint of a smile formed when she saw Jax, shirtless with an apron tied around his waist. Her smile grew as she watched him work happily over something that smelled deliciously cinnamon.

She reached over and snagged his black T-shirt. She pulled it over her head while quietly padding over to see just what Jax was up to.

He glanced at her the moment she stepped away from his bed. He couldn't hide his smile when she wrapped her arms around him for a hug from behind. Her lips brushed a kiss to a wicked looking scar along his left shoulder.

"You didn't have to get up."

Alex closed her eyes, squeezing him again. "I couldn't help it. You were gone and I didn't have anyone to warm my feet."

Jax snorted in response.

"What are you doing?" She tried to peek over his shoulder.

"Making you breakfast." He replied, turning around to kiss her.

She hummed her surprise against his lips.

"What are you making me?" She asked the moment his hands slid down to cup her rear.

"Cinnamon rolls." He mumbled while dotting kisses down her neck.

"Hmm." She melted against him. "That's awfully sweet of you."

"Well, you did make it possible for the clanless to finally be safe." He pressed his forehead against hers.

"You did that." She argued, kissing him.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she sucked on his bottom lip.

He moaned before setting her away from him. "None of it would have been possible without you." His grin grew the longer he gazed at her. "And after a night of fighting-"

"And loving." She added.

She doubted she'd ever forget the moment Jax brought her back here after fighting against Vega, Nichole, and the ferals. His touch alone made all thoughts scatter as it was. Having a night without interruption was absolute heaven.

His smile gentled. "And that. I wanted to make something special for you so that when you think on what happened, you see something sweet at the end."

Alex shook her head in wonder. How was she, a plain ordinary human, able to land a man who not only was a total badass vampire with a sword but also a complete cinnamon roll himself?

"Hurry up and put those in the oven." She commanded. "That way I can kiss you again."

After he slid his dented pan into the oven, he moved with incredible speed to lift her in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as their lips crashed together.

"We have about twelve minutes before I need to check the rolls." He said once she broke away for air.

Her smile bloomed, making his heart race.

"I think we'll find a way to distract ourselves until then." Alex replied.

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On a Rainy Afternoon: A Choices Red Carpet Diaries Drabble

(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda)

"OH!"

Amanda looked down at the dirty water from the puddle that had risen up like a tidal wave to completely drench her.

She blinked a few times, while wiping her face with the back of her hand. She then leveled a glare upon the vehicle stopping further up the block.

"That jerk!" She hissed.

It struck her that this might be the one time in her life that she could actually let loose her anger upon the one who had done this to her. After all, who in their right mind drives in the right lane on a busy city street when it rains, knowing you may very well splash those walking?

No time like the present to finally show the world or at least whoever was driving the car, which now that she was getting closer she noticed it was a very expensive car, that she could stand up for herself.

She only saw the back of the man who stepped out. He lifted his jacket collar before sprinting inside a nearby bookshop.

"You're not getting away from me that easily!" Amanda vowed. "I will force you to apologize."

Pushing a lock of wet hair out of her eyes, she stomped over to the store.

She stepped in and tried to hold her head up with pride, as if she wasn't aware of the murky wet trail she was leaving while searching for the perpetrator.

She only knew he had black hair and was wearing a brown jacket. She paused along the end's of aisles until she spotted him in the fine arts section.

Summoning her usually absent courage, she crept up to him and cleared her throat.

Her heart nearly stopped over the famous face that turned towards her.

Thomas lifted an eyebrow in both silent question and bewilderment over the state the woman was.

When she remained silent, he closed the history of cinematography book he had been anxiously waiting on to be published and instead focused on the lady whose lips parted.

"Am I in your way?" He asked.

"Yes!" Amanda grimaced. "I mean, no. You aren't in my way."

This time both of his eyebrows lifted as he took a step back just in case she wasn't in her right mind.

"Look what you did to me!" She snapped.

"I beg your pardon." Thomas's eyes narrowed. "How could I have done something to you? I've never laid eyes upon you before."

"I am well aware of that." Amanda pointed out the window. "But as you were driving here, you struck a pothole and splashed water all over me!" Her chin lifted. "And you didn't even slow down to apologize to me." She gripped handfuls of what was once a white skirt to hold out as an example. "My dress is ruined! And I'm certain I look like a drowned rat!"

Thomas's stance eased. When he ran over the pothole his only thought was how grateful he was to not have caused a flat tire. He knew he should have checked to see if any causalities had occurred.

"I apologize. I didn't realize anyone had been," his brow furrowed as he searched for the right word.

Amanda's frown slowly turned into a half smile. "Nearly drowned? Almost knocked over by a tidal wave?"

His own lips quirked over her humor. "Precisely."

"Then I apologize for snapping at you." She folded her arms across her chest when it struck her how cold she was becoming. "I'm afraid I allowed my anger run away with me."

Shivering, she nodded her head to him. "Good day, Mr. Hunt."

He reached out and grasped her arm as she turned to go.

Startled hazel eyes met his curious brown.

He could feel just how chilled she was becoming.

"If it isn't too presumptuous," he began, "where are you going?"

"My hotel." She waved on down the road. "It's only a few blocks from here."

"Then I insist on driving you there." He set his book down and began to escort her towards an exit.

"Oh I couldn't let you do that!" She slowed her steps. "I'm much too dirty to sit in any vehicle."

"Nonsense." He grumbled, propelling her outside. "It is my fault that you are."

"Mr. Hunt--"

"Thomas." He corrected.

Amanda swallowed nervously. "Thomas, you really don't have to make amends. I--"

He opened the door to his Rolls Royce sedan and waited for her to get in.

When she continued to hesitate, he spoke up.

"We are only getting wetter by the second." His soft smile briefly appeared again. "Please allow me to do this."

Amanda twisted around to make certain the back of her dress was still clean, before easing into his car. She gathered the front of her skirt to try to keep off the fine leather upholstery.

Thomas shut her door, his smile still in place as he made his way to the driver's side.

"Now." He started the car. "Which hotel are you staying in?"

"The Beverly Hills Hotel."

"And your name?"

"Amanda." She shivered some more.

He turned the seat warmer on for her.

"And how long will you be visiting Los Angeles, Amanda?" He asked.

"A few weeks."

"And your reason to come here?" He prodded when she fell silent.

Amanda eyed him before focusing on the scenery going by. "A vacation."

She searched her purse for a tissue when she felt a sneeze coming on.

"Here." Thomas opened up his console and handed her a box.

"Thank you." She mumbled.

"Do you have dinner plans this evening?"

Her head jerked up in surprise. "Do I what?"

"Have dinner plans?" He repeated as he pulled into the hotel's main drive.

"I don't." She dabbed at her nose. "I was planning on ordering room service."

"Good." He parked at the entrance and handed the valet his keys before coming around to open her door for her

He offered his hand to her to help her stand.

Amanda's cheeks flushed as she took it.

"Have dinner with me tonight."

She looked up at Thomas. Nothing could have stunned her more than that demand.

"I want to make certain you are completely over our accident." He went on, keeping a grip upon her hand as they walked inside.

"There's no need--"

"There is."

Amanda tilted her head slightly as she gazed up at him.

"Very well." Her blush spread down her neck. "Shall we say seven o'clock?"

He nodded.

"I'm in bungalow twenty-three." She shyly smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr. Hun-Thomas."

"I look forward to seeing you soon."

Thomas watched her leave then headed back outside. As he waited for his car to be brought around, his frown disappeared over one thought.

If she is that pretty wet, I can only imagine how much more lovely she'll look dry.

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Addiction: A Choices Open Heart Drabble

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC* Chris)

"Chris!" Tobias called out.

"Hmm?" She poked her head out of his kitchen.

"What is that?" He pointed at his window sill.

"What is what?" She walked over to him.

"That."

"Coffee." She promptly replied. "Would you like me to make you a cup?"

"I would, but that is not coffee." He argued.

Chris folded her arms and leaned against the window sill.

"I'm sorry." Her gray-green eyes sparkled with mischief. "I had no idea you'd dropped by, Ethan."

Tobias coughed on his laughter. "I know you think that's an insult, but when it comes to coffee, you can compare me to Ethan all day."

Ugh. Fine." Chris gestured toward her cup. "Tell me, oh wise and brilliant Dr. Carrick, why this isn't coffee?"

"What did you add to it?" He countered.

"You know I always add cream and sugar."

"I've known that since I first met you." He playfully shuddered. "You prefer a drop of coffee to a glass of sugary cream."

She lightly swatted at him over that reminder.

Tobias quirked an eyebrow. "Now tell me what type of creamer you added."

"Pumpkin spiced." She promptly replied.

"Exactly." He said as if he had solved the greatest mystery of them all.

"Wait." Her laughter spilled out over his triumphant smirk. "Are you saying pumpkin spiced creamer makes this something different other than coffee?"

"Yep."

Chris picked up her cup and began to take a sip. "For a non coffee beverage, this certainly tastes like it."

Tobias shook his head in mock sadness. "I see your addiction has gotten completely out of hand."

"My addiction?"

Tobias gestured to her cup. "What type of muffin did you eat earlier?"

"Pumpkin." Chris answered.

"And what type of pie are you planning on making for dessert?"

"Pumpkin." She giggled.

He then pointed at her sweater. "And what color was this listed as when you ordered it?"

"Pumpkin spice."

He gently took the cup out of her hands. "As your physician,"

"I don't recall making you my primary physician." She teased.

"You did the moment you agreed to our first date." He winked at her. "As your physician, it is time to develop a treatment plan to help you break your ever growing pumpkin addiction."

"Do you really think this is necessary?"

"Very necessary." His smile grew as she moved into his arms. "I like pumpkin as much as the next guy, Chris, but I need some variety dessert wise."

"So this treatment plan only benefits you?" She teased.

"I feel like it will benefit all of mankind." He leaned down to kiss her. "But mostly me."

Their lips met in a long lingering kiss.

When they parted, he looked into her eyes.

"You know, I just realized I forgot the most important part of your prescribed treatment."

"What's the most important part?"

His smile that made her feel butterflies in the pit of her stomach formed.

"The initial physical examination." He tugged her towards his bedroom. "Let's get you on the examining table to begin a thorough evaluation."

Her eyes dropped from his as a hint of a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Yes, Dr. Carrick."

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CFWC Writer of the Month - June 2023: peonyblossom

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @peonyblossom We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

Quick Links:

Tumblr Blog: peonyblossom Blog Masterlist AO3

How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Peony, Jay, or Ethan

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played? 

I started playing Choices when it was first introduced after I saw the promos on HSS and HWU. Ofc the first book I played was High School Story!! 

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the Choices fandom because of Thomas Hunt LMAO. After playing the Thomas dates in HWU, I looked him up on Tumblr to see if there was any fan content, and there was (HUGE shoutout to @lovealexhunt and @gutsfics because their works were the first ones I saw). Through following a few Thomas Hunt fan accounts, I found some other stuff in the fandom, like CFWC, and decided to read some other really popular stories, and it just snowballed lol.

3- How did you pick your blog name? 

I wanted something that wasn’t fandom-specific so I could post content for any of the many fandoms I’m in. And peonies are my favorite flower! 

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!  

The first first post in my archive is a reblog of a One Direction fanfic. My first original post was about the show Miraculous Ladybug. 

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Ooh. A long time. Sixth or seventh grade, so nine or ten years? 

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?

My favorite Choices book is America’s Most Eligible, but my favorite book to write about is Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U. I think I just like reading and writing about stories in the film industry since that’s what I do, lol. 

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

Waiting Game / peonyblossom / AO3

I still like it! But, if I were writing it today, I would probably make it third person instead of first. It’s still cute, though!

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Okay, probably a tie between What If It’s Now? and Love Lost.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

I think there are a few I thought would’ve gotten a little more attention when I first posted them, but by now, I don’t really think that anymore. 

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? 

FLUFF. I mean, I pretty much only write fluff right now; I just love it so much! 

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Oh yeah. I think I see myself the most in my RCD/HWU MC, Jackie. In the HWU Universe, she’s a film student, like me, and in both universes, she’s an actor, like me! 

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Finding the time to do it 🥲 Other than that, probably just get started. I tend to psych myself out, especially with bigger projects. 

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

So. Many.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first? 

It depends on who it is, but I’d probably let them. As for what I’d recommend, it also depends on the person. Honestly, might just send them my AO3 and let them decide ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing? 

Probably more than I know! I’m sure there are plenty of authors who influence me subconsciously. But, I would say I tend to be influenced by classic novels like The Great Gatsby and The Picture of Dorian Gray.

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series? 

Forever Sounds Perfect! I would love to just watch Ethan propose to Sydney 🥺

17- Do you write original fiction? 

Yeah! I mostly do screenwriting, but I also do fiction and poetry writing. 

18 -  What other hobbies do you have?

Hiking, reading, and yoga!

19 - What’s your favorite emoji? 

🥰 or 🫶

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I am loving this new playlist! What do yall think? Check it out! And as always: keep your eyes peeled for these incredible fics that are about to be released! Support one another when and where you can! 💜

Thank y'all again for another AMAZING week! Shall we do it again next week?

~🎵~

@bebepac

“Diva” - Beyonce; The Blue Honey Cafe, Trust Fall (TRR; no pairings)

“Devil” - L.I.F.T.; The Rotten Apple, I Choose You [TRH and beyond; Liam x Riley; Eleanor x m!OC (Nico)]

@kat-tia801

“Waking up Slow (piano version) - Gabrielle Aplin; Written in the Stars, part 3: I’m Going Back in the Things That I Know (TRR; Drake Walker x f!MC)

@peonierose

Go blonder [OPH; Bryce Lahela x f!OC (Luna Auclair)]

“Lovefool” - The Cardigans

“Manic Monday” - The Bangles

@peonyblossom

“All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version) [From the Vault]” - Taylor Swift

Wine Drunk [OPH; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Sadie Oakley)]

(Untitled) [Red Carpet Diaries; Thomas Hunt x f!MC (Jackie Hunt)]

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[hopelessromantic1352]

New Beginnings- Chapter 8

Well, after two years, chapter 8 is here. Let me tell you right now, it got out of hand 🤣 it’s a long one, but I hope it is worth it! These two are so easy to write. There’s jealous Thomas in here, sweet Thomas, and a little angry Thomas.

Word count: 3,797

Warnings: None, light swearing

Perma tags: @drstrange46ers

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It seemed as though the two weeks leading up to Thomas securing a studio and finalizing the cast went by much faster than Natalia expected. They spent everyday working together unless he had meetings to attend for securing funding or something else Natalia had no business being a part of.

Each night that wasn’t spent working was usually spent with the two tangled together on his couch watching movies or talking and laughing together. Both have opened up to each other in ways they never expected each other to and they’ve become even closer. But Thomas has respected her wishes of taking things slow. Nothing intimate has happened between them besides his fiery kisses that always left her wanting more. And she had no idea how much it drove him crazy to simply hold her in his arms.

An hour before filming

Thomas is speaking with Holly and Addison when Natalia arrives on the set. Thomas decided it would be best if they didn’t arrive together. At first, it seemed slightly ridiculous to Natalia, after all she’s staying in his guest house.

Nevertheless, he was adamant. He wants to protect her reputation, most likely his as well, and he wants this production to go smoothly. And of course, so does she. After understanding where he was coming from, she agreed.

When her feet touch the floor on set, her heart begins hammering in her chest, but it isn’t just nerves, it is excitement. The green screen in front of the cameras, the hot white lights illuminating the faint marks for the actors. She runs her hand along the arm of the director’s chair, a giddy feeling bouncing around inside her and she shakes her head.

Muttering quietly, “I’m really here,” she sighs wistfully, wishing she would have pursued the acting career earlier.

Thomas lightly taps her elbow, pulling her out of her daze. Although he doesn’t smile, his eyes alight with the familiar fondness she has become accustomed to.

“Good morning.”

Her slender fingers duck up, tucking her stray curl behind her ear, grinning up at him.

“Morning. I’m beyond excited for today.” Her eyes settle on his, forcing her hands to stay at her side.

His deep brown eyes soften more, but he clears his throat, schooling his expression into his trademarked frown.

“I would hope so. Today is a big day.”

Hunt points her to Ryan, squeezing her arm to earn him a smile before he strides away, prepping for the day of shooting.

Her smile lingers after he walks away and she makes her way to Ryan. When he catches sight of her, a flirty smile plays about his lips and he takes her hand, kissing the back of it softly.

“Ms. York, it’s so good to see you again.” He holds her hand and leads her towards the craft services table, motioning to the large spread of food. “Hungry?”

“Oh, actually I’ve already eaten. But it looks delicious, I’m regretful I missed out.”

His hearty chuckle makes her blush slightly and out of the corner of her eye she can see Thomas turning towards their direction.

“This is the catered food for the cast and crew. It’ll be here for us whenever Thomas isn’t hounding us to work.” Ryan picks a pastry up and takes a bite, nodding in appreciation. “He always gets the best food.”

“That does not surprise me at all.”

Natalia looks over to Thomas and meets his eye. A scowl is resting on his lips as he glares at Ryan, but when he focuses on her, his hard expression softens subtly.

Holly and Addison look at each other, grinning when they see the change in him and the way the two look at each other. But when he turns his focus back to his screenwriter and wardrobe designer, his eyes harden again.

“Will you two stop gawking so we may focus on the task at hand?” Thomas thrusts notes into Holly’s hands before striding over to the set.

He begins barking orders, telling the gaffer to change the lighting. When he’s out of earshot, Addison turns to Holly.

“Do you think something has changed between them?” Addison grins and Holly shrugs.

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out eventually.” The screenwriter glances between the two suspiciously, “But he does seem to be looking her way a lot.”

Before either lady could continue, everyone starts gathering around the set.

“Places!” Thomas turns and catches Natalia’s eye, motioning her over. When she leaves Ryan’s side, she reaches Thomas with a soft smile, causing his stern demeanor to falter slightly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling a little nervous, but also excited. I think I’m ready, director.” Natalia grins and nudges him playfully before she clears her throat and stands up straight. “I mean, I’m ready whenever you are.”

He expertly holds a chuckle in but he doesn’t stop his lips from quirking up in amusement. He nods and places a hand on her lower back to lead her to her place on set.

“As I have mentioned beforehand, you know this character and the script better than anyone. Simply relax and let your knowledge overtake your nerves.”

Natalia’s chestnut hair bounces off her shoulders when she gives him a stern nod, already focusing on channeling her inner Alexandria. She rolls her shoulders, shaking her arms and takes a deep breath.

Ryan takes his place near his co-star, clears his throat and cracks his knuckles.

“Let’s run the beginning scene with Samuel meeting Alexandria for the first time.” Holly pushes her glasses back up while she looks at Ryan and Natalia, “Remember, Ryan’s character is a billionaire and he’s looking for a new secretary. This interview needs to show how much sexual tension these two have. We need to have the charged atmosphere, the fiery stares, the electric “accidental” touches. And remember, he’s going to hire her on the spot, no call, so you both need to sell the relationship sizzling right at the get go.”

Both actors nod, Natalia nervously tugs on her bottom lip, worrying about what all she has to convey in this scene, but before she can dwell on it, she hears the snap of the clapperboard.

“Miss…” Ryan (Samuel) looks down at the paperwork in his hand, “Costello.”

Natalia, or Alexandria, lowers her eyes, looking up at Samuel beneath her eyelashes. “Yes, you can call me Alexandria, Mr. Carlisle.”

“Cut!” Thomas sits up straighter in his chair. “Natalia, in this scene you need to exude confidence, an air of seduction, if you will. A man like Carlisle won’t be attracted to someone who doesn’t show confidence to stand up to him. From the top.”

Ryan reruns his line, getting back into character flawlessly and Natalia follows his lead. Without thinking this time, she jumps into her role.

“Yes, you can call me Alexandria, Mr. Carlisle.” Her shoulders are squared, jaw set and her eyes boring into his.

They hold eye contact for another charged moment before he looks back down at the file in his hands.

Samuel nods once, “Tell me why I should hire you. I’ve had ten other candidates come through here today, what makes you stand out?”

When he looks back up at her, he gives a confident grin, eyes twinkling with mischief, hinting that he’s already made his decision without needing to hear anything.

“I know what it’s like to run a multimillion dollar company. My father got me into the business world. I won’t put up with any bullshit and I most definitely will protect this company and assets to the best of my abilities.” Her tone is solid, her eyes never wavering from his, but the edge in her voice softens into a seductive purr, “And of course, I will serve you to the best of my abilities.”

Alexandria leans towards Mr. Carlisle subtly after finishing her pitch.

What seems like minutes pass before Samuel smiles widely, extending his hand towards Alexandria, “You’re hired.”

Only showing the mixture of shock, relief and happiness in her eyes, she takes his extended hand, shaking it professionally. That’s when it’s as if both are drawn together. His smile falters, hand gripping tightly to hers as they both lean towards each other.

But as if coming out of a trance, she shakes her head and steps back. “Thank you Mr. Carlisle.”

He nods and turns around, “I will see you on Monday, Alexandria.”

“Cut.”

Thomas’ eyes bounce between Ryan and Natalia, his fingers steepled as he takes slow, deliberate breaths.

“That take was adequate.” He nods once, flipping through the script nonchalantly.

He speaks to Holly, pointing at a scene on the page and Natalia lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Ryan walks over to her, placing a deliberate hand on her lower back.

“Good job. You took his direction well and I could see everything in your eyes.” A charming smile flits across his lips, “You’re gonna be a pro in no time.”

She smiles at his praise, her shoulders relaxing more. “Thank you, Ryan.”

Nodding once, he smirks down at his counterpart, “You wanna grab some dinner this evening? There is a romantic five star restaurant downtown. I can get us a nice, corner booth.”

Thomas overhears the interaction, his eyes snapping over to Ryan, the soft touch of his hand on Natalia’s back. The closeness of the two. Summers asking her out on a date. He feels every muscle in his body scream, his vision goes red and his scowl deepens to the point Holly takes a step back.

“Um, Thomas, are you alright?”

Instead of a verbal answer, he gets up, snapping his script shut and storms out of the studio. All that’s left to hear is the slamming of the door out to the parking lot.

Everyone looks at each other baffled, Natalia starts after him but Ryan gently grabs her elbow.

“Hey now, you haven’t given me an answer.” He grins at her, pulling his phone out, “I’ll call right now, just tell me what time.”

“Oh Ryan, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” A comforting hand lands on his arm, “But I do hope we can still be friends.”

Not waiting for an answer, she turns on her heel and walks quickly off the set and out the door Thomas stormed out of. The cast and crew easily put two and two together. Ryan and Holly stare at each other, he shakes his head and walks off on his own.

When Natalia gets out to Thomas’ car, he’s not in it. Searching for his tall frame around the area, her shoulders slump when he is nowhere around. Dejected, she heads back for the studio. Holly meets her halfway and holds her phone up.

“We’re done for the day. Do you want a ride back to Thomas’?”

Nodding, Natalia runs back in, grabs her things and meets Holly at her car. She gets in and as Holly gets on the road she breaks the silence.

“So how long have you two been intimate?”

The author snaps her eyes over to Holly who glances back at her.

Holly shrugs, “It was pretty obvious. Ryan asked you out, everyone could hear. Thomas stormed out, you declined Ryan’s offer and went after Thomas.”

Sighing, Natalia plays with the hem of her blouse, “It has been a few weeks now. Nothing has happened, but we both enjoy each other’s company. He doesn’t treat me like everyone else has.”

“Simple as that?” The screenwriter raises an eyebrow, “He doesn’t treat anyone like he treats you, Nat.”

Subconsciously, a warm smile finds its way to her face, “I believe I have fallen both hard and fast. Of course I cannot speak for him, but I do care deeply for him.”

She feels butterflies in her stomach and her heart leaps as she wonders if he truly does treat her unlike anyone else. Deep inside her she knew Holly was being completely honest, but her self-doubt still bubbles to the surface every now and then.

They drive in silence for a few more moments before Natalia can’t help but ask, “Has he ever been serious with anyone before?”

She looks at the profile of the driver, waiting for an answer, then Holly nods once.

“Yes. It’s what caused this last block of his. Two women broke his heart in the past, that’s why he’s so closed off. I… I’ve been there for both and let me tell you, I’ve never seen him the way he is with you. If I’m being honest, Addi and I were going to get you two together if you hadn’t already taken the plunge.”

Natalia allows a surprised laugh to escape at that answer. “Then I am glad we took the plunge, as you say.”

A moment of happy silence fills the car, before Holly gets a text and glances at it.

“Oh, I’ve got to stop at Addi’s on my way over. I left some notes there that I need to grab. It’ll only be a minute.”

The rest of the ride, save for a few friendly comments, was made in silence. It left Natalia plenty of time to think of what happened at the studio. She’s never had someone be upset with her over something she had no control of. It wasn’t as though she was asking Ryan to dote on her or ask her out. While she considers him a good friend, she doesn’t see him any other way than that.

Her gaze out the window at the passing mansions. Palm trees dot the sidewalk, reaching high into the sky, spreading their leaves over the hot, late afternoon sun.

After hearing of Thomas’ past, she understands why he would become so upset for Ryan making his move on her. They will have to talk it all out when she gets back. In her mind, she nods resolute, he has no reason to think I will ever break his heart.

45 minutes later

“Ugh traffic was horrible.” Holly drops her head onto the steering wheel after she parks in front of Thomas’ mansion.

Once they left Addison’s it seemed every light they went through turned red and every person driving on the road had just obtained their license. Holly had slipped some obscenities that made Natalia blush, but the author could laugh at the anger radiating off the screenwriter.

“Thank you for braving that horrendous trek for me.” Natalia pats Holly’s shoulder patronizingly.

After a meek wave, the car takes off, leaving Natalia in Thomas’ driveway looking up at the modern, yet tasteful design. Its imposing structure looms over her, the whites and grays mix together in a symphony of warm, yet bright features. A perfect balance.

Deciding against talking with Thomas right now, she makes her way around to the guest house entrance, slipping through the gate quietly and walking straight to her little house. She doesn’t dare glance over her shoulder, not wanting to see him yet. Unsure of whether it was Ryan asking her out and her turning him down or Thomas causing a scene at the studio that was causing this stress, she decides on taking a warm bath to wash away today’s drama.

Once she exits the bathroom after redressing and drying her hair, she notices a note on her counter. Glancing at the clock, noting the time of a quarter past six, she reads over the handwritten letter.

Natalia,

I would like to apologize for my outburst today. Please, if you are not too upset, come and have dinner with me.

-T

Surprised and relieved somewhat, she tosses her hair into a ponytail and makes her way to Thomas’ house.

The sun is lowering into the west, casting deep orange and red hues across the palm tree dappled horizon. A sigh escapes her lips as the warm sun settles onto her skin, her ears listen into the quiet lapping of the pool and the sound of traffic off into the distance. When she looks back towards the back door, Thomas is standing there. A bouquet of roses in one hand and an anxious look on his face, he steps towards her.

“Good evening.”

Natalia smiles bashfully, eyes dropping to the flowers and then back up to his face. “Evening.”

An awkward beat of silence passes between the two before Thomas clears his throat and thrusts the bouquet towards her.

“As cliche as it is, I understand that most women appreciate flowers.” He scrunches his handsome face into a grimace, frowning, “Not that you are most women, you are most definitely a unique and—“

A gentle hand settles on his arm, stopping his rambles. “Thomas, I appreciate the gesture and actually find it very romantic.” Her nose settles into the petals, eyes closing as she takes a deep breath. When she looks up again, a bright smile grows on her face. “I love them. I am going to put them in a vase next to my bed.”

She turns back towards the guest house, but her elbow is caught gently by Thomas’ hand. When she turns back towards him, he wears an uncharacteristic blush, but his eyes still meet hers.

“I was actually… perhaps, you would—“ he cuts himself off and swipes a hand down his face, “Would you like to stay with me tonight?”

He inwardly curses at the way he is carrying himself, acting like a love struck teenager, but he looks at Natalia hopefully.

“Oh… I’m— you know I was hoping to take this slow, Thomas.” Her eyes cast down, her heart tightening at his suggestion.

His eyes widen and he frowns, “I apologize, I misspoke.”

She looks up at him, “I prepared dinner for us and I was hoping you would stay. For dinner, I mean.” He closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair.

I am acting like a damn imbecile.

Relief sags in her shoulders and another bright smile graces her lips. “Of course. I assumed that’s what I was coming over for.”

She holds the note up that he left for her, his eyes glance at it and inwardly he smacks himself.

“Yes.” After clearing his throat, he opens his back door and motions for Natalia to go through first. “I will find a vase for your flowers.”

After setting her flowers on the candlelit table for two Thomas had prepared, they both tuck into a delicious, home cooked meal. He explains the recipe was his grandmother's, passed down and he learned how to cook Pasta Alla Nerano when he was just a boy.

“This particular dish was first made by a restaurant in Nerano, Italy. A small bay town. They use local zucchini and Provolone del Monaco to make this simple dish. I, of course, tried to replicate it to the best of my abilities, but on such short notice it was impossible to get the local zucchini and provolone.” After wiping the corner of his mouth, he takes a sip of the white white, “This is a bottle of Falanghina del Beneventano, it comes from Italy, as well, but surprisingly, I found it at the market we often shop at.”

The entire time Thomas was speaking of this recipe, pronouncing the Italian terms fluently, Natalia couldn’t take her eyes off him. She watches him, astounded, impressed, and completely enthralled. Her eyes slowly travel over his face, the way his eyes light up when he speaks of his grandmother, the way his lips move softly when he speaks of another Italian recipe or wine. Her heart tumbles over itself as she rests her chin on her hand, watching him speak with a gentle smile on her lips.

He pauses his ramblings when he realizes she’s staring and smiling at him, it causes his own lips to quirk up slightly. “What is it?”

“You just surprise me.” She sits up straight, smiling still, and shakes her head gently.

His eyes zero in on her sweet face and his lips raise into a bigger smile, “I do hope it is in a good way.”

Natalia tugs her bottom lip between her teeth and he nearly groans at the motion, he leans forward, clearing his throat.

“Of course.”

As though his mouth is a magnetic force, she begins leaning towards him across the table. His eyes snap down towards her exposed chest, the V neck t-shirt leaving little to his imagination, but he quickly looks back to her eyes.

“Perhaps,” he takes a deep breath when he can feel her breath on his skin, her eyes flutter shut, “there are many things you do not know about me.”

Instead of responding, Natalia presses her lips to his. One of her hands settles against his stubbled jaw, the other braces herself against the table. Both of his hands hold her face, their lips dancing to a soft beat. The intimacy of the moment nearly lets Natalia throw caution to the wind, but she just isn’t ready to give all herself to him. Then he stands, urging her to do the same and they both move to the side of the table, never breaking their kiss. When their bodies meet and he picks her up, she almost gives in. They continue the sweet, gentle kisses as he walks them out of the kitchen. Thomas groans quietly into her mouth, his hands holding under her thighs while she wraps her arms around his neck. When her back presses against a wall, she gasps and opens her eyes. It causes him to break away. They both stare into each other’s eyes, the desire evident between them, but he clears his throat, setting her feet on the ground carefully.

Then today comes rushing back to her. Her eyes are big and full of worry. “Why did you storm off today?”

“I apologize, I allowed myself to get carried away.” His eyes cast downwards as he runs a hand through his hair. “I felt as though… I was…” He groans loudly, “I was jealous.”

Her hand on his cheek urges his eyes back up to meet hers. “It’s alright, Thomas.” She stands on her tiptoes, giving him one more kiss. “I promise. But, I also promise that no matter who comes along, as long as you and I are… pursuing these feelings, I will only be yours.”

He nods, wrapping her into a warm hug. He rests his chin atop her head. Closing his eyes, he relaxes into the embrace, allowing himself to trust. He had to if he was going to let this work. He was not going to be the reason this didn’t work between them. It had to work.

Putting all his fears, heartbreak, and stubbornness aside, he decides she is it.

She is the one.

[argylemnwrites]

Lending a Hand

Pairing: Seth Levine x MC (Jessica Parker)

Book: Red Carpet Diaries (between books 2 and 3)

Word Count: ~1200

Rating: G

Summary: In light of a tragedy in Jessica’s family, Seth tries to be helpful with some chores, but that’s not the help she needs the most.

Author’s Note: Yes, these are supposed to be fluffy little drabbles. Yes, I just wrote one about a death in the family, because my brain just can’t help but blend the fluff with some angst. Oops. This wasn’t even what I intended to write when I selected this prompt for this couple, but I don’t know, it just happened, probably because Jessica’s father featured strongly in my head canon, but in book 3, he’s not mentioned at all. So, this is 13. Washing Dishes from the domestic fluff prompts list. Trigger warning for mentions of death.

Seth sighed, sinking his hands into the warm water, pulling out a serving bowl and beginning to scrub it. It was strangely similar to when he was here not even two months ago. Except back then, he’d been helping Jessica’s father clean up after a Christmas Day feast. Now, he was tackling this chore all alone.

He’d been shocked when Jessica had called him, her voice so small and timid, telling him that her father had died. He’d been there with Jessica the day after Christmas, when her parents sat her down and told her that Mike had cancer - renal cell carcinoma, stage 4. He’d done some reading on Google and WebMD, so he’d known it was not good news, but Seth had figured he had a couple of years left, not just a couple of months. But things progressed quickly, apparently.

Seth had already been in the Midwest, doing a comedy show tour at some college campuses. He canceled his shows for the next two weeks immediately, renting a car and making the drive from Indianapolis right away so that he could pick up Jessica from the airport. He’d met her at baggage claim, wrapping his arms around her, trying to lend any support or comfort he could. He’d only met Mike a couple of times, and while he liked the guy, it wasn’t like that could compare to Jessica losing her father.

For the past few days, he’d tried to be the Parker family’s errand boy. Trips to the grocery store, calling the local paper to confirm the obituary, driving people to the funeral home, going to pick up take out, Seth had done it all. He felt like it was the best way he could help. He couldn’t help but feel a little bit like an intruder on the family’s grief. All of Jessica’s aunts, uncles, and cousins, plus their spouses and kids, on her dad’s side of the family lived pretty close, and they’d all known Mike for years and years. He was this awkward LA tag-along who barely knew the guy in the grand scheme of things.

Plus, Seth knew if he were to sit around and chat with any of Jessica’s relatives, he was likely to crack a joke to try and lighten the mood. It was his go-to move, and he knew it would be wildly inappropriate here. So he’d kept busy. Practically useful was better than awkward joke teller, he knew that as a fact. And since he knew nothing about Presbyterian funeral customs, he let the others handle that while he tackled the practical, day to day things that still needed to be done.

Which is how he found himself spending a lot of time in the kitchen, reheating casseroles that neighbors and friends brought over and cleaning up after all the meals. With dozens of Parkers swinging by at all hours of the day, there was plenty to keep him busy. Tonight he was cleaning up from a meal of tater tot casserole and seven layer salad. It tasted quite a bit like his childhood.

He’d finished the ceramic bowl and was moving on to a glass pan when the kitchen door swung open and in walked Jessica. Seth felt like he had barely seen her since picking her up at the airport. She’d been practically glued to her mother’s side, which Seth completely understood. 

“Hey,” he called out, “just finishing up the dishes. Do you need something?”

She shook her head and walked over to join him at the sink, grabbing a dish towel off the refrigerator handle on her way. She picked up one of the platters off the drying rack and got to work, “I thought you might need some help.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Seth replied with a little shake of his head, “I’ve got it under control if you want to-”

“Seth,” she interrupted, grabbing his shoulder with her free hand, “I wanted some company, okay?”

He just nodded at her before turning back to the dishes and taking a deep breath. “Don’t make a stupid joke. Don’t do it,” kept cycling through his mind. He just kept his mouth shut, focusing on the dishes.

After several moments of silence, he felt Jessica’s hand on his arm, “I want you to know you don’t have to take care of all of this stuff. Don’t get me wrong, we appreciate it, but you don’t have to do all the work.”

“I’m just doing what I can to be helpful.”

“Seth, you just being here is plenty helpful.”

He didn’t know about that, but when Jessica turned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist, he pulled her in for a tight hug. They stood like that for several minutes until Jessica stepped back, grabbing the towel and starting to dry the dishes again.

“I know this probably isn’t the most comfortable thing for you,” she said, not making eye contact, but starting at the bowl she was drying like it was completely fascinating, “but I’d really like it if you could sit with me tomorrow at the funeral.”

“Of course I’ll sit with you, Jessica, if that’s what you want,” he said, glancing at her as he picked up another pan to wash.

She nodded, but she remained oddly silent. Seth felt like he was missing something, and as scared as he was of saying the wrong thing, he didn’t like Jessica being so quiet around him, either.

“Jessica, is something wrong? I mean, obviously something is wrong; you’re here for your dad’s funeral. I just meant… well, it seems like-”

“Seth, I get that it might be awkward for you here, or whatever, but I kind wish you would spend a little less time hiding out in the kitchen and a little more time with me.”

At her words, he felt a wave of realization wash over him. He’d been so stupid, so focused on providing physical, practical support, that he’d not been great emotional support.

“Ahh, Jessica. Look, I never meant to ignore you. I just felt like I was intruding on your family’s grief. I figured you’d get more comfort from people that knew your father best.”

“While talking and reminiscing with my family is great, I really need you, Seth.”

Seth tugged her into another hug, not wanting her to feel alone for even a second longer. He wasn’t used to having someone rely on him like Jessica apparently did, but if she trusted him that much, then all he could do was try and live up to her faith in him.

“I’m sorry, Jessica,” he mumbled into her curls, “I’m here for you, I promise.”

He felt her nodding against his chest, letting out a sigh, “Thanks, Seth.”

“I can’t promise I won’t say the wrong thing, though. So I apologize in advance if I say something that’s supposed to make you laugh or smile and just makes you cringe.”

Jessica tipped her head back, looking at Seth in the eye, “I’m sure it won’t make me cringe. I like that you are always looking to cheer me up, you know. Come on, someone else can finish up the dishes, okay?”

And with that, she tugged him out into the living room. Seth didn’t know what he was going to say to all her relatives, but if Jessica wanted him by her side, well then that’s where he would be.

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Day Four: Lights - RCD Drabble (Victoria Fontaine x f!mc/Janey Clark)

a/n: Day four of @rcd-appreciation​​ is Lights. I decided that in celebration of RCDAW and having reached a follower milestone at the time we were in the planning stages that I would gift an artwork and a fic for each LI. In my tags I asked for a Victoria stan and @pbchoices​ answered my call. 

They asked left it entirely up to the artists for the art and myself for the fic. I knew I had to give @bootyfeathers​ a shot at Victoria since I knew they would love the chance at it. So I present you with their amazing talents and then a drabble by me.

Thanks @hopelessromantic1352​ for letting me borrow your OC, Natalia.

“Alright, places everyone,” the Hunt shouted.

They had been on set for weeks and could not seem to get through the scene to the satisfaction of the Hunt or the writer of Beautiful Endings. Although Janey suspected it was more Hunt’s perfectionist qualities that were holding up the scene rather than Natalia’s story. 

Janey met Natalia’s eyes and the small, apologetic smile she shot her. She giggled at the shrug of her shoulders. A way of apologizing by saying what are you going to do. It is Thomas Hunt after all.

Victoria marched over to Hunt. Janey knew she was nearing the end of her very limited patience with her friend. They often saw eye to eye but Victoria also didn’t like the pressure Thomas placed on his actresses and actors.

“Thomas, we need to talk,” she said and gripped his arm and pulled him from the room. Practically dragging him, protesting, from the stages. “Take five everyone,” Victoria smiled back over her shoulder and winked at Janey.

Pulling Thomas into a side room she silenced him by holding up her hand and glaring at him.

“Here’s what is going to happen today on set. We’ve worked our asses off all week and my fine ass is done. Janey and I have weekend plans and it is now five o’clock on a Friday. We are going to do one final run through of this scene and I’m going to drop to one knee and ask my girlfriend to marry me and you are going to call cut and dismiss the crew for the weekend. Do we have an understanding.”

“Other than you telling your director what to do, yes, I am aware of how the scene plays out and I can agree to your demands,” Thomas said shortly. The two crossing their arms and staring at each other in a silent battle of the wills.

“Something tells me that you also have weekend plans?” Victoria smirked. Thomas got flustered and she just giggled. “Thomas, we’ve been friends since Meridian. You can’t hide anything from me. Now, can we get back out there so I can propose?”

“You want to jump ten pages just to get to that scene?”

“Yes, because I want to propose to Janey.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed as realization dawned on him. “You want to follow the script but the proposal will be real?”

“You aren’t as dumb as you look, you know that Thomas,” she teased. “Will you help me with this and then let me whisk her away?”

Hunt nodded and spun on his heels to walk back onto the stage. Shouting orders to reset a few prompts and lights.

Janey met Victoria on stage. “So he wants to jump to the proposal now?”

“Seems so,” Victoria said pulling Janey into her arms and resting her forehead to her’s.

“Well, I’m not going to complain. It means I get to kiss you again, so let’s do this,” Janey grinned and looked off into the distance as the script required.

“Alright, lights, camera, action, then,” Natalia said brightly.

“That’s not how it.... You know what, never mind. Action!” Thomas shouted.

“Janey,” Victoria whispered, “you are the love of my life and I hate cheesy, sappy lines.”

“Um, that’s not the line.... OH!”

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