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In Times of Comfort

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/The Royal Romance Crossover drabble.

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: a kiss to the forehead, meant to soothe.

A/N Thomas Hunt x Amanda after Maxwell's death in *While We're Young AU*) as requested by @twinkleallnight This is shortly after Amanda and her daughters move to California in an attempt to get away from reminders of Maxwell and his death.

Rating G for angsty fluff

Trigger Warnings: mentions of character death and grieving

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"I don't know." Emily Beaumont mumbled. "It doesn't feel right to go to a party."

Amanda sat quietly as her daughters debated on whether or not to go out for the evening.

Her older daughter, Nicky, had become Addison Sinclaire's assistant. Working with the famed costume designer allowed her to meet and mingle with many of the actors who graced the theater screens.

Since Hollywood was a town where one needed to be seen, there were numerous parties nearly every night. It made sense that the invitations were beginning to roll in for Cordonia's beloved Beaumont sisters. They were young, beautiful, fun, and incredibly sweet.

Their party loving nature came from their late father. Amanda knew how much fun they used to have in going out before his death. She hated that they felt like they had to remain away from everyone and grieve. She knew Maxwell wouldn't have wanted that for them.

"I think you should go." Amanda told them, picking at the food on her plate.

"But--" Emily was about to argue.

"We've been here for two months." Her mother pointed out. "We finally finished unpacking and I think you girls should celebrate that accomplishment."

Nicky reached over and placed her hand on hers.

"What about you, Mom? Would you like to come with us?"

Amanda shook her head, keeping her eyes lowered. "No, I think I'll stay in."

The girls shared a glance.

That's all their mother did. She rarely left the home they'd settled in. She refused invitations to meet friends for lunch or dinner. She only went out if they needed something from the grocery store or if Thomas asked for her help at the studio.

They knew that she was still in complete anguish over losing their father. Her once bright, sunny personality was shuttered away. She'd still smile at them and try and be her old self, but they knew it was an act.

Nicky and Emily could hear her muffled sobs late at night. Amanda would usually go to bed early, claiming she was exhausted, and lock herself away with the memories of her beloved husband.

The girls were still grieving, but nothing like how their mother was.

"Okay." Nicky got up to clear her and her sister's plate away. "We'll leave in an hour Em."

Emily pushed back from the table. She didn't want to leave her mother alone but she knew if she put up an argument, she'd end up upsetting both her and Nicky.

She knew her sister needed a break from the sadness. They all did. But Emily's heart hurt more for their mom than for her own loss. She couldn't imagine losing someone who was not only a best friend but also one's true love.

She paused on her way to go upstairs and swooped down, engulfing her mother in a hug from behind.

Amanda blinked back tears over it.

Maxwell used to do that, she thought to herself.

He was always coming up behind her and wrapping her up in a hug. She wondered if her Emily even knew how many traits she shared with her father.

She reached back and gently patted her daughter's cheek.

"Love you, Mums." Emily said softly.

"Love you too, angel." Amanda replied, kissing her cheek. "I want you to have a good time tonight." She smiled at her. "Dance for me, okay?"

Emily nodded.

"Good. Now go put on that new dress Nicky picked out for you. I know you're going to be a knockout in it. Hollywood won't know what to do with you once they see you."

Emily snorted on a giggle. "I don't know about that."

"Trust me. My girls are nothing but gorgeous." Amanda got up to get rid of her barely touched plate. "Just try and prove me wrong."

Emily beamed at her then ran upstairs.

Once she was out of sight, Amanda went into the kitchen.

"Leave those." She ordered. "I'll clean them."

"But you did the cooking." Nicky argued. "Beaumont's always split the chores."

Amanda briefly closed her eyes. Maxwell used to tell their daughters that every time they did something together.

"I know." She managed to say without crying. "But, I want you to go dress up. You deserve a night of carefree fun after all you've been through."

Nicky averted her eyes. She couldn't imagine a worse time in her life. Not only had she lost her beloved father, but she'd also lost her own, what she once believed, true love. She would be lying if she said she didn't need to go out and get her mind off of things, even if it was for a few hours. She needed a distraction to stop thinking about life without her father and life without Lord Jackson Nevrakis-Walker.

Setting a dishtowel down, she hugged her mother tight.

Amanda held her, gently smoothing her daughter's hair. She wished she could take all of her pain away. It killed her to see her Nicky like this.

Nicky sighed and stepped back. "I'll do my best to be carefree."

"Good." Amanda shooed her out of the kitchen. "I want you to smile and enjoy everything tonight."

"I'll try." She promised.

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"How do we look, Mums?" Emily twirled around.

Amanda nodded, forcing a smile. "Gorgeous. Just like I knew you would."

"We'll be back early." Nicky promised.

"You'll do nothing of the sort!" Amanda followed them to the door. "I don't want to hear you coming in until the sun is rising."

"Yeah, but--" Emily tried to tell her they didn't want her left alone.

"I mean it." Amanda said in a firm tone. "Have a night of pure fun."

Nicky looped her arm with her sister's to tug her out the door.

"We'll do our best." She told her.

Once the door closed, both girls finally gave in to their worries.

"We can't leave her alone!" Emily grumbled. "You know what she's going to do while we're gone."

"I know. But she won't stop worrying about us if we don't go." Nicky slid into the back of a waiting town car.

Emily followed her, brow furrowed as she looked back at the place they were currently calling home.

Nicky chewed on her bottom lip while trying to think of what to do. If they were in Cordonia, she wouldn't be as worried. She knew her parents' friends would be there, drawing her mother out of her grief.

If only they had someone close by who could do the same--

"I'll call Uncle Thomas." Nicky told her sister. "He'll go check on her for us."

"You think he's home?" Emily asked, hope tinging her voice.

"I know he isn't at a party." Nicky teased.

The girls leaned their heads close together as they waited anxiously with each unanswered ring.

"Hello?" Thomas said on the fifth ring.

"Uncle Thomas?" Nicky greeted with a great deal of relief. "It's me and Emily."

"Is everything all right?" He asked.

"Kinda." Emily replied.

It didn't take long before the girls shared their worries with him.

"I'll go over there." He promised. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Amanda isn't alone tonight."

"Thank you." Nicky said, fighting back tears.

"We knew we could count on you to help her." Emily added. "Maybe she'll open up to you. Mums is keeping everything inside and won't talk to us about how she's feeling."

"I know she's doing it to not upset us." Nicky explained. "She's trying to make everything normal or at least as normal as things can be right now."

"I see." Thomas reassured them again he'd go over there.

When the girls ended the call, he sat back in his chair as he debated what to do. He knew if he called and gave Amanda any warning that he was coming over, she'd probably do her best to talk him out of it. Deciding that he wasn't going to put her through that type of stress, he got up and grabbed his car keys.

He wasn't entirely sure what he should do once he got there, but he was determined to try and help someone he deeply cared for.

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As soon as she knew the girls weren't coming back for anything they might have forgotten, Amanda sank down onto the couch and allowed her depression to finally be set free.

Tears began fall in steady paths down her cheeks as she stared at the wall. She pulled her knees to her chest, rested her chin on them, and thought about Maxwell. How could she possibly go on without him? He'd been everything to her. Her entire world revolved around him and the family they'd created.

She didn't have him here reassuring her with the decisions she'd made. Did she do right in taking the girls out of Cordonia? With Nicky's infamous breakup, Emily being publicly cheated on, and Maxwell's death; she couldn't see a way around it. They needed to get away from so many memories.

But...

She had so many here in California with Maxwell. With each of them writing and their novels being used for movies and series, they'd spent a lot of their time together in Hollywood. Perhaps she shouldn't have accepted Thomas's suggestion to come here.

Her breaths became audible as she began to think about her past. Romantic moments with Maxwell began to go through her mind. All the anniversaries where he went above and beyond what most would deem normal struck hard. She could recall each outrageous gift, the kisses, the moments alone, his words of love...everything.

She realized why those were haunting her tonight. Tomorrow would have been their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

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A few months earlier...

"This is a big one." Maxwell teased. "We have to really think hard about how to celebrate this anniversary."

"What did you have in mind?" Amanda asked, looping her arms around his neck.

His lips curved as he pulled her close for a kiss.

"Definitely a whole lot of that." He winked at her. "I think we should do a second honeymoon after a Beaumont Bash that puts all previous bashes to shame."

"Isn't that what you say about every new Beaumont Bash?" She teased.

"Yeah, but this one is for my all-time favorite love story." He explained, kissing her deeply. "I can't think of anything more important than celebrating you and me."

"Neither can I." She sank into his embrace, feeling all the thrills his touch still gave her after all these years together.

"Good. I'm thinking for our second honeymoon, we go somewhere where we can be alone." His eyes closed when she kissed his neck. "After all our travels with the girls and everybody, I need you all to myself for a while."

"How long's a while?" She asked, loving his ideas as usual.

"A month." He decided. "If we go longer, I know you'll get tired of me."

"Impossible." She smiled up at him.

He grinned. His dimples she adored deepened with her saying what he hoped was still true.

"There's that reason why I married you!" He laughed when she playfully pushed him away.

Maxwell snagged her hand, twirling her back within his arms.

"I love you so much, Lady Beaumont." He whispered in her ear, hugging her tight.

"I love you too, Lord Beaumont."

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Amanda buried her head against her knees as her body became wracked with sobs.

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Thomas was relieved he had a spare key. When his knock went unanswered, he quietly slipped inside. Before he could even take a step over the threshold, he could hear Amanda crying.

He shut the door and followed the sounds into the living room.

His heart ached at the sight of her curled up on the couch. Her shoulders shook with each hoarse cry for Maxwell. All the tears had turned her hazel eyes gray.

Without a word, he sat down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms.

Amanda clutched tight to him, burying her face against his shoulder as she continued to cry her heart out.

He sat there, occasionally rubbing her back and allowed her to simply grieve.

She needed this. She needed someone to remain quiet and not speak the usual platitudes of time healing. She didn't want anyone crying with her. She didn't mean to be selfish, but she needed her grief to be front and center. Anyone else sobbing beside her would have made her feel like she had to stop her own sorrow to comfort them.

With her daughters, it was different. Their broken hearts broke hers in a different way, thus making her be the strong one. She knew she had to help hold them while the onslaught of slashes from depression struck their tender hearts.

Maxwell had been the one to always hold Amanda and simply let her cry. For their entire life together, she knew she could turn to him without hesitation or worry over what he might think. She allowed herself to drop all her barriers and simply be the timid little girl who feared losing loved ones she thought she still was.

She'd lost her parents when she was twelve. Her uncle, when she was barely twenty. And now she'd lost the one man who had been by her side throughout all those deaths that had nearly broken her.

How could she possibly recover from losing Maxwell without him here to hold her?

Her sobs eventually quieted. The tears still fell as she simply remained in Thomas's arms. She was exhausted from this harsh episode and didn't even have the strength to apologize for crying so hard on him.

Thomas rested his head against hers and continued to hold her tight as if willing his strength to give her comfort.

Amanda swallowed, eyes closing when she felt him place a kiss on her forehead. She didn't realize how much she needed that tender reassurance that she was not alone.

On instinct, she curled more against his side, selfishly taking every scrap of comfort he was giving her.

He gently brushed her hair back that was sticking to her damp cheeks. With one arm around her waist, he began to run his fingers through her hair, slowly soothing her back into a calm state of mind.

He wasn't entirely certain how long they sat like that with neither saying a word. Thomas only knew he would stay there for as long as she needed him to.

When the clock chimed one in the morning, he knew Amanda had fallen asleep in his arms. He carefully eased away from her to find a blanket to cover her up with.

He paused when she grasped his hand.

"Please." She pleaded in a hoarse whisper. "Please, don't leave me. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't ask it of you but--"

Her red rimmed eyed held his. They revealed the deep well of pain that threatened to consume her once more.

"I'm not going anywhere." He promised. "I'm only going to retrieve a blanket for us."

Her head jerked in a nod of understanding as fresh tears pricked her eyes once more.

He found a blanket in a hall closet and sat back down beside her. Before she could even move, he pulled her back within his arms then draped the blanket over them both.

Thomas pressed another kiss to her forehead once she rested her cheek on his shoulder.

"Rest." He whispered, his lips brushing her skin with each word. "I'll be right here the whole time."

Amanda hugged him close to her. Exhaustion won out before she could stay awake long enough to thank him.

Her last thought before sleep took over was that she didn't know how to move on from Maxwell, but having Thomas here made the notion of having to do so a little less painful.

#thirty kisses in thirty days #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt x amanda #choices red carpet diaries #choices the royal romance #while we're young a/u #choices maxwell beaumont #choices fic writers creations

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hopelessromantic1352 · 1 year

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I honestly kind of forgot I made this magazine cover 🙈😆 I decided to make it so y’all could see Natalia’s dress and hair from chapter 13 of New Beginnings.

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @alj4890 @kuladekiwi @lxaah11 @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

FCs: Emmy Rossum and Jon Hamm

#choices #playchoices #thomas hunt #red carpet diaries #choices red carpet diaries #thomas orson hunt #choices rcd #natalia anne york #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt x natalia york #faceclaim #emmy rossum #jon hamm

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storyofmychoices · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes

Rules: Use this (https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator) generator to generate a quote for your characters and share as many as you like! Tag whoever you want to.

Ohmygosh this was so much fun. They're all so good, but the Bryce and Keiki ones and the Mal and Daeanrya onesare my faves. They're such idiots that these fit so perfectly.

Thank you @jerzwriter and @trappedinfanfiction and @missameliep for the tag ❤️❤️❤️

Tagging anyone who wants to play. It's so much fun!

Bryce x Olivia (+Keiki)

Olivia: I fell— Bryce: From heaven? Olivia: No, I literally fell— Bryce: In love with me the moment you saw me? Olivia: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Bryce: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Bryce: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Olivia: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Bryce: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Bryce: I didn't drink that much last night. Keiki: You were flirting with Olivia. Bryce: So what? They're my partner. Keiki: You asked if they were single. Keiki: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

*Olivia sneezes* Bryce: Olivia, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! *Keiki sneezes* Bryce: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Bryce: I know one person who finds me funny! Keiki: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself! Bryce: Okay then I'm out.

Keiki: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Bryce: Bet you I can! Olivia: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Ethan x Ellie

Ethan: Ellie, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day? Ellie: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

Ethan: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Ellie: It's kind of complicated, but Bryce- Ethan: Got it. Forget I asked.

Thomas x Alex

Alex: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Thomas: Okay. Alex: And make out during the scary parts. Thomas: Th- Thomas: The scary parts. Thomas: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl. (but the thought of Thomas Hunt sitting through Sharkboy and Lava girl lololol)

Alex: Thomas, you love me, right? Thomas: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Mal x Daenarya (+Tyril x Maiele*)

***Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms

Daenarya: Are you ready to commit? Mal: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Mal: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? Daenarya: Aww- Mal: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Mal: We have a problem. Daenarya: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them. (*affectionately*)

Daenarya: Mal and I got married!! Tyril: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

Tyril: So, are you two dating now? Mal & Daenarya: Yes. Tyril: Why? Mal: I happen to find Daenarya very appealing. Tyril: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Daenarya.

Maiele: Why are your tongues purple? Mal: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Daenarya: I had a red one. Maiele: oh. Maiele: Maiele: OH. Tyril: Tyril: You drank eachothers slushies?

Daenarya: This food is too hot... I cant eat it. Mal: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: *silence* Maiele: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Tyril: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

Daenarya: You know, Maiele gives Tyril flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too. Mal: Okay. *Later* Mal: *gives Tyril flowers* Tyril: ??? Mal: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

Tyril: Why is Mal crying on the floor? Maiele: They're drunk. Tyril: And? Maiele: They saw a picture of Daenarya's spouse. Tyril: But they're Daenarya's spouse. Maiele: I know.

Mal: Daenarya! I can't do this stupid math! Daenarya: What’s the math problem? Mal: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply. Maiele, covering Tyril's ears, while Daenarya smacks Mal upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

Tyril: What are you getting Daenarya for the holidays? Mal: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet. Maiele: I'm getting Daenarya a divorce lawyer.

It's really no wonder I love incorrect quotes for the Blades characters since this commission is one of my faves and is from an incorrect quote:

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lovealexhunt · 2 years

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And so Dani cries over HWU has ended (but will it ever really?). *sigh* I will always adore the app and the love of writing I developed because of Thomas Hunt. I know I don't need the app to keep Thomas alive, but it was nice knowing it was there if I ever wanted it. (Clearly I wrote this when I actually thought the app was leaving 🤷‍♀️)

I can't thank those of you who support Thomas and Alex's story enough. I love all the pairings I write for, but these two will always have a special place in my heart. I honestly believe writing for them saved my life, and for that I will always be grateful to them and to you for keeping up with their story and their adventures. I hope to keep writing them whether in the HWU universe or RCD or even another AU I've yet to explore.

Thank you again to everyone who has ever read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on my work! Special shoutouts to @lilyoffandoms and @trappedinfandoms for being with me since basically day one! And @theicestarme @peonyblossom and @quixoticdreamer16 for joining me more recently, but always being the most lovely and supportive especially during this Farewell week. The kind words and lovely thoughts you five have left on the things I've posted have truly meant the world to me. I am forever grateful to you!

Complete masterlist below the cut. I'm still waiting on one art piece and a few fics I still hope to complete.

#01: Kiss the Cook by @bayleedrawsx

#02: You're my Weakness by @rpbys

#03: The One I Want by @hydn-jpg

#04: Being Together by @vantaray

#05: Worth the Risk by @gokushairgel

#06: Free by @/artsy_elii (Instagram)

#07: Moving in Together by @/seirachannn (Instagram)

#08: A Night to Remember by @/irdeinfierno (Instagram)

#09: My Forever by @/artbyainna (Instagram)

#10: And That's a Wrap by @/sherry_artwo (Instagram)

#11: Not Goodbye (gift) from @hydn-jpg

#12: Trapped by @/mm1kaa_ (Instagram)

[All HWU appreciation week Art in one post]

Stories are listed chronologically

Trapped (Hunt's Journal): Hunt reflects on his night being trapped in the studio with Alex.

My Weakness (Hunt's Journal): Following the events of the Date Auction in which Hunt was punched by and then punched a drunk idiot to defend Alex and confessed his weakness to her, he goes home and journals about the events.

The One I Want: After confessing to Alex she’s the one he wants at his dinner party, their moment together lingers a little longer.

Being Together: Hunt and Alex are taking the ferry to Catalina Island for their first official date.

Forbidden Romance: Hunt can’t stop himself from critique films, even on a date.

Worth the Risk: At the drive in, Hunt and Alex await the movie’s start.

Moving In Together: Following Rachel’s wedding, Hunt asks Alex to move in with him. Now, comes the unpacking.

A Night to Remember: While moving in to his their house, Alex finds a small curious box with something familiar.

My Forever (Hunt's Journal) : What started out as a simple gift from the flea market changed everything. (engagement)

Kiss the Cook: After moving in, Alex and Hunt make dinner together.

Harrison Byrd (HWU)

Autumn Brooks (HSS visiting HWU)

Ethan Blake (HWU)

Addison Sinclair (HWU)

Julian Castillo (HSS visiting HWU)

Chris Winters (HWU)

Lisa Mermaid Valentine (HWU)

Thomas Hunt (quote by Thomas Hunt!) (HWU)

Peyton Saunders (HSS visiting HWU)

Holly Chang (HWU)

Videos:

Amour Hunt Date Quest Videos

Hollywood U assorted Videos

Custom Hunt Funkos

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #2

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #3

Throwback Fics:

A Choice/Free: Bianca is using Hunt’s relationship with Alex (a student) to blackmail him into being a positive character reference at her probation hearing.

Love Among The Stars: Addison has a story to tell and a special gift for the happy couple. Is it true love? (A Hollywood U legend/story plays an important role in this RCD au wedding fic.) *The Quest this fic is based on is one of my favorites and I really love this story. I hope you do as well!

Love & Scotch: dx: Beards: Alex and Hunt are planning their wedding and waiting on one more RSVP, a certain doctor who has just returned from the Amazon.

Screenshots/Memories:

Alex ruining Hunt’s plans to remain a bachelor for life

Hunt admits Alex is the one he wants

Thomas Hunt outfit assets

Hunt plays Choices

Reward: Thomas Hunt (aka the best reward)

Alex tripping on purpose so Hunt would catch her aka idiots in love

Thomas and Alex in Couples Corner gifs and other gifs and screenshots

Thomas and Alex workshopping gifs

Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 🥺🥺🥺

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alj4890masterlist · 9 months

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Worth the Wait

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in a "what if" version to the RCD/TRR fan fic series A Second Chance

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #thomas hunt x oc #choices red carpet diaries #choices #choices the stories you play #a second chance #what if au #worth the wait #rcd thomas hunt

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hopelessromantic1352-masterlist · 2 years

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Prompts/One Shots

Choices Sept Challenge - Day 30

Asks/Requests

In Your Arms - a kiss prompt (18+)

Starstruck - a photo prompt

Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week 2022

Day 1 - Distraction

Day 2 - Wonder

Day 3 - Treat

Day 4 - New York

Day 5 - New York Plus Two

Day 6 - Passion (18+)

Day 7 - Happy New Year

Meet The Characters

Meet My OC - Natalia

#masterlist #red carpet diaries #thomas hunt #thomas hunt fanfiction #choices rcd #RCD au #Thomas hunt x Natalia York #Thomas hunt x oc #hunt x oc

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lilyoffandoms · 2 years

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RCD Drabble - Thomas x Ava

Day six (Spies AU | Arroz con Pollo || “A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You’re describing hell.”) of the @choicesaugustchallenge.

Warnings & A/N: No warnings. Just maybe implied jealousy if you choose to read it like that. Inspired by this delightful surprise! Also forgive me it’s been ages since I wrote Thomas.

“Addison will be there. Seth, Victoria, Matt, Chris.”

“And in what world would that ever entice me from this house?” he asked still focused on the script in from of him.

“Everyone you know will be there. It will be fun.”

He scoffed as his pencil continued to mark up the script with note after note, eyes still glued to the page.

“A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You’re describing hell,” he said.

“Thomas,” she sighed.

“I cannot spare the time tonight. I told you this,” he looked up at her with an apologetic frown. “I simply must-“

His excuses and apology came to a screeching halt as his eyes roamed over her.

“You like?” she grinned throwing in a little spin for good measure.

“I do,” he swallowed hard. “Is that what you are wearing?”

“As a matter of fact it is.”

“Will Carrera be there?”

“Why, Thomas,” she gasped playfully. “If I didn’t know better I’d say your jealous side is showing.”

He scoffed again and turned back to the script, but she saw his eyes flit to her as she crossed the room.

She tipped his chin up with two polished fingers. “Enjoy your night in, Mr. Hunt,” she giggled as she leaned in a placed a kiss to his lips. “Don’t wait up for me,” she gave him a little wiggle of her fingers as she left.

He smiled and shook his head, going back to his work. Or trying to. More like failing to.

Five minutes. Then ten. Then fifteen. Before he knew what he was doing he had called their car service and was walking to their room when his phone buzzed in his jacket pocket with an incoming text broke. He groaned and pulled out the phone, chuckling at the message he saw.

“If you change your mind, I took the liberty of laying out some club appropriate clothes for you. Love you 😘”

And sure enough, there they were on their bed. He scowled at the fabric and the colors and lack of a jacket but slipped into the outfit nevertheless and made his way downstairs to wait for the car, surprised to find it already sitting in the driveway.

Opening the door he slipped in and startled to see her smirking at him.

“What are you?” he asked.

She placed a quick kiss to his lips as she straightened his collar. “We can go now Mike,” she said to the driver as she moved closer to lean into Thomas and whispered, “Took you long enough.”

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Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose

#choices rcd #thomas hunt x mc #red carpet diaries #my oc: ava williams #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit please forgive any mistakes #choicesmonthlychallenge #choicesaugustchallenge #choicesaugust2022

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 81 ; Memory Lost

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,561 Warnings: angst, fluff, lots of hand holding, A/N: Hi, friends! 81 Chapters down, 19 to go!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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If you were to ask me what I’d be doing with my night, I’d be lying if I said laying in bed with Stiles, wrapped up in the sheets, listening to his heartbeat. But alas, that’s not what I’m currently doing. But what I was doing was standing in between Scott and Stiles with my arms crossed, scowl on my face, watching my loving boyfriend get a brace put on two of his fingers. Erratic driving, kids. Don’t do it.

“What in the hell... were you three thinking?” Sheriff asked.

“Don’t put me in that equation. I was dragged into this,” I said, turning to face my godfather.

“We were just trying to help,” Scott said.

Dad chuckled. “Why don’t you try and help us understand…” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “...what the hell happened here?”

“Right, well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over…” Stiles said.

“Yeah,” Scott said.

“That’s not exactly how I would put it,” I muttered.

If you think that Scott wolfed out on top of the dude's hood is us gently persuading him to pull over… then you’d be correct… because that’s exactly what happened.

“He was getting away,” Scott said, more as a question than a statement.

“He got away,” Dad and Sheriff said.

“Right. Because obviously he’s some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad,” Stiles said.

Sheriff and Dad moved around us, walking to the back of the van we were… persuading to pull over… well, actually, just the boys. I was just an accessory.

“Uh-huh,” Sheriff said.

“You wanna guess what the stolen merchandise is?” Dad asked.

Sheriff opened the back doors of the van, revealing what looked like tanks. “Hmm?”

My face fell as I looked at the tanks. “Oh, no,” I muttered, putting my thumb and middle finger against my temples.

“Critical life-saving medical equipment?” Stiles asked.

“No,” Sheriff said.

“Poison gas?”

“Nope,” Dad said.

“Filled with drugs?”

Both Sheriff and Dad leaned forward, saying, “Helium.”

“Helium?” Stiles said… more like singsong stuttered.

“Get my daughter home. Now,” Dad said.

“On it,” Scott said.

The three of us walked back to the Jeep, Scott hopping in the driver’s seat, me in the back, and Stiles in the passenger seat.

Scott drove us down the road, silence filling the Jeep for a little bit. “This could be a good thing,” he said.

I watched as Stiles leaned down in his seat a little, bringing his right foot up to rest on the seat. “That we saved helium?” he asked.

I moved from the middle of the seat to over behind Stiles, putting my arms around his shoulders the best I could, resting my chin on his shoulder.

Scott chuckled. “I mean, that--”

“What he means, babe, is that… they don’t need us anymore,” I said, tilting my head to the side, getting a good look at the constellation on the left side of his face.

Stiles scoffed at my statement, looking out of his window. “Okay, well, they need us. They just don’t know it.”

“We’re all going off to college soon,” Scott said. We both looked at each other before he nodded at me. I turned my head back to look at Stiles, shifting forward in my seat a little to see him better.

“So Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us,” I said, gentleness coming through.

“Beacon Hills will burn to the ground without us,” Stiles said.

“Babe,” I said, putting my hand on his right cheek, guiding his face towards me so I could look into those whiskey eyes. “They don’t need us.”

He turned his face in my hand, kissing my palm. His phone vibrating broke apart our little moment, causing me to scoot back a little for him to retrieve his phone from his pocket.

He jumped forward a little, foot dropping back to the floorboard. He held his phone up, his dad’s name on his phone. “They need us!”

~~~

We get to the station, standing by Sheriff’s office door as he walks up to a little boy sitting in a chair in front of his desk… my dad standing in the office with his best friend.

“Alex, you know we’re having trouble locating your parents,” Sheriff said, kneeling in front of the kid we now know as Alex.

Dad knelt next to Sheriff, telling Alex, “And since you can’t remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might help you remember.”

“But we need you to be okay with it,” Sheriff added. “We also need you to know that it’s probably gonna hurt.”

“I don’t care,” Alex said. “I just want to find my mom and dad.”

Sheriff and Dad looked at each other for a moment before looking back over their shoulders at me, Scott and Stiles.

The three of us walked in the office, shutting the door. Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulders, giving me a quick side hug before helping Sheriff close the blinds.

I went back to Stiles’ side, wrapping my arm around the middle of his back. Sheriff and Dad came to stand behind us, observing Scott and Alex.

“You ready?” Scott asked from his squat next to Alex, who nodded his head. Scott put his fingers near the back of Alex’s neck, flicking his claws out, digging them in. Alex’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, letting me know that Scott was successfully seeing Alex’s memories.

After a few minutes of just watching Scott and Alex, the Alpha came out of his trance, standing up and backing into me and Stiles, gasping.

“What’d you see?” Stiles asked.

“I saw a guy… on a horse,” Scott said.

“Horse?” I asked. “Like, neigh, horse?”

Scott looked over at me. “He had a gun.”

“Okay,” Sheriff said. “A guy with a gun. That sounds like our department, not yours.”

“What about his parents? What happened to them?” Stiles asked.

“I don’t know,” Scott said. “That’s all I remember. But… I got this feeling.”

“What kind of feeling?” Sheriff and Dad asked.

“They’re coming back,” Alex said.

I looked over, seeing that his head had fallen forward when Scott retracted his claws.

Alex looked up at us. “They’re coming for me.”

~~~

We called Lydia and Malia to come and help us out. Lydia for me and Malia… well, she could help by sniffing them out.

I was sitting inside of the car, trying to get a premonition while Lydia, who was outside of the car, put her hand on the glass, trying to get the same thing.

Getting nothing, she walked to the passenger side, getting in.

I closed my eyes, continuing to try and get the feeling, but came up short. I opened my eyes, looking at myself in the rearview, Lydia humming.

From the backseat, my loving spazzed out boyfriend popped up. “What?”

“This is a perfect shade for me. Forget the name,” Lydia said, motioning to her eye makeup.

I sighed as Stiles said, “Can we please stay on topic here?”

“Babe, we’re not getting anything,” I said, looking at him through the rearview.

Hearing Malia howling, Lydia got out of the car, clothes in hand. “I don’t think they’re dead,” Lydia said, handing Malia her clothes back.

“They’re dead. Probably torn apart,” Malia said.

“Good way to be optimistic for a kid,” I sassed.

Ignoring me, Malia continued, “The only thing I don’t get is why there’s no blood.”

“They’re not dead,” Lydia said.

“If they were dead, we’d sense it,” I said, motioning back and forth between Lydia and I.

“If they were alive, I’d smell it,” Malia said, putting her shirt back on.

“Yeah, Em, I’m not getting anything either,” Scott said.

“Scott, what are you talking about? You were in his head for four minutes,” Stiles said.

“He timed it,” I added.

“Well, it’s not an exact science,” Scott said. “And he’s a kid. Maybe he’s too freaked out to remember.”

“Why does it matter if they’re dead?” Malia asked. “Dead is dead.”

Stiles leaned against the car behind him, grabbing my hand and pulling me to stand in front of him, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Okay, if it’s just a robbery, we can’t help them.”

“And if it’s supernatural, our dad’s can’t help them,” I added.

“It sounds like the two of you want it to be supernatural,” Lydia said.

“Oh, no. Not me,” I said, pointing to myself then to Stiles with my next words. “Talk to him.”

“It’s been, like, three months since anything’s happened,” Stiles said.

“Yeah, and once a week you drag me and Emma out of bed like we’re some sort of supernatural metal detectors,” Lydia countered.

“Okay, it is way more often than that,” Stiles said. “Y-y-you can’t tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?”

“What I’m saying is maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.” Lydia and Malia walked off, the were-coyote hair flipping on the way out.

Stiles had stood up while he and Lydia were arguing, moving to my left to walk after them.

I looked over at Scott, giving him my best help me fix this face as he took a few steps towards us.

Stiles turned around and faced Scott, neither of them saying anything. Stiles sighed and walked to the drivers side of the car, getting in and slamming the door shut.

I sighed, “Scotty.”

“What do you want me to do, Em?”

“Go be his best friend. He needs that right now.”

Scott sighed and hung his head for a moment. “You’re also the one that said they didn’t need us.”

“And now I’m retracting my statement. Scott, you saw something in Alex’s head. You know what happened to his parents, even if you don’t remember at this very moment. You will eventually.” I looked over at Stiles, seeing him either sulking or trying to figure something out. “So, the both of us are gonna walk over to the car, and talk to him. Well, you are. I’ll just stand there and look pretty.” I walked over to the car, resting my elbows on the window sill.

“You’re staring at a broken windshield,” I sing-songed, feeling Scott stand behind me.

Stiles sighed, staring at the windshield. “There’s something wrong with it.”

“It’s broken,” Scott said. “And it wasn’t a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet. That blew out a regular windshield. Just like that one, and that one…”

I looked around at all the windshields Scott was pointing out before looking back to the car we were at. “You wanna rethink that one, Scotty?”

He didn’t pay attention to me, keeping his gaze on the last car, whispering, “...and that one.” He looked back at me and Stiles, finally picking up what I was putting down.

Stiles leaned forward, picking up a piece of the windshield, looking at it intently. “Magic bullet.”

~~~

The next morning, I made sure to get up earlier than normal to get myself ready for picture day. It was my last yearbook photo ever for High School and I wanted to look my absolute best.

I sat down at the stool in front of Sydney, who was standing behind the camera. I smiled my best smile… before my awesome boyfriend came up and ruined it.

“Emma, so…” Stiles said, stopping at the sound of the camera shuttering. He looked at Sydney quickly before looking back at me. “My bad, sorry, go ahead, look pretty.”

I shook my head, putting on my best smile again… getting interrupted again.

“One sec--” Stiles said, looking at Sydney… again.

“That was a good one!” Sydney said.

This went on for three more pictures.

“Stiles!” I said.

“You’re still in the photo,” Sydney said.

“Sorry,” Stiles said.

“You ruined it,” I groaned, pushing him back towards our table. “My last yearbook photo ever, and ya ruined it.”

“Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?” Stiles asked.

“Maybe because you haven’t signed up for your own photo yet?” Malia suggested.

“No,” I said, sitting down next to Scott. “I watched him fill out the form.”

“She’s right,” Stiles said, pulling the paper from his back pocket. He unfolded it, showing it to Malia.

“It’s blank!” she said.

Stiles looked at it, a confused look all over his face. “Uh…”

“That can’t be right,” I muttered, taking the paper from his hand. Sure enough, it was blank. I hummed, handing it back to him.

“Or maybe you’re sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones,” Scott said.

We all looked at him like he was a little crazy.

“Psych paper.”

I gasped. “Oh, my God!” I smacked Scott on the arm. “Why didn’t you remind me?!”

Scott just chuckled as Stiles put his hands on my shoulders. I leaned back against him.

“Hey, your dad searched the car. No slugs, no exit holes. And the address Alex gave my dad, it’s an abandoned house. Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who’s comin’ with?” Stiles said, a little pep in his step.

“I’ve got to retake my photos and start my Psych paper,” I said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, not interested,” Lydia said.

“Yeah, I agree,” Malia said.

“I cannot miss any more classes,” Scott said.

“Scott. Scott,” Stiles said.

“I missed 38 last semester. And Lydia’s mom is the only reason I’m still in school. I can go after school.”

“Yeah, me too, babe,” I said.

“You know what?” Stiles said, taking his hands off my shoulders and taking a step back. I’d be flat on the ground if it weren’t for Scott’s wolf-like reflexes. Get it? Cause he’s a werewolf? Alright, nevermind. Back to Stiles. “Forget it. I’ll take Liam.” He sighed, looking over at Liam… who was with Hayden… locking lips. “Yeah, I’m not taking Liam.”

Scott hummed in agreement as Sydney came walking up, asking, “Hey, can I get a candid?”

“Uh, no,” Stiles said as Scott said, “Yeah, sure.”

Stiles motioned for me to stand up, so I did. He pulled me to sit sideways on his lap as Scott pulled him to sit in between him and Lydia.

“Okay, fine,” Stiles said. He reached in his pocket for the broken piece of the windshield. “If you can explain to me why this is blue, I’ll let it go.”

I looked at the piece of glass along with Scott, noticing that it was indeed blue… well, blueish-green.

“Everyone smile,” Sydney said.

Stiles put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as Scott leaned more towards us. I put my arm around Stiles shoulders, putting my hand on the side of his head, kissing his cheek.

After hearing the camera shutter, I looked at Sydney. “Can we get a couple copies? More like 3?”

She smiled. “Yeah, sure, Emma.”

~~~

I decided to go with Scott to ask Mrs. Finch about the piece of glass from the windshield… since Stiles was so adamant about it.

Mrs. Finch held up the glass, stating, “A chemical interaction could cause a tint.”

“What about the muzzle flash of a gun? Could that be blue or green?” I asked.

“A muzzle flash is created by superheated gases leaving a gun. Uhm, it’s possible that the gas could include copper, barium, cesium. Those can burn blue and green.”

“Can that tint the glass?” Scott asked, gesturing to the piece of glass in her hand.

“You think a gun did this?”

“Maybe,” Scott said while I said, “In theory.”

We took that information back to Stiles, who was more than eager to leave the school.

All of us walked down the hallway. Even though I stopped at my locker, I could hear their conversation.

“Thirty-nine?” Stiles asked.

I chuckled and shook my head, opening my locker.

“Thirty-nine,” Scott agreed.

I grabbed the notebooks I needed, closing my locker at the same time they opened the doors at the end of the hall… only to be escorted back in by Mrs. Martin.

“Neither one of you are going anywhere. That goes for you, too, Emma,” Mrs. Martin said.

I scoffed in shock, mouth open. “But I wasn’t--”

“Thirty-eight classes, Scott,” Mrs. Martin continued. “I had to beg the superintendent.”

“Mrs. Martin, Scott is the sworn protector of Beacon Hills,” Stiles said.

“He can protect it at 3:30,” Mrs. Martin countered.

The boys walked by my locker, Stiles with his hand out. I took it as he said to Scott, “We’re not waiting until 3:30.”

Yeah. That didn’t work out to his advantage.

We were currently sitting in our last class of the day, me in my normal spot between each boy. They were both watching the clock while I was doodling in my notebook; the sole reason I stopped at my locker to retrieve it.

I chuckled quietly as Stiles looked over in my direction, giving me a look that said he was fed the hell up with the slow moving hands on the clock.

I was in the middle of a doodle when I heard a woman singing. Scrunching my brows, I picked my head up, looking behind me at Lydia.

“Do you hear it, too?” I mouthed, to which she nodded. I looked back over at Stiles, seeing him tapping his thumb on his desk. He really should take up drumming.

Around 30 minutes had passed by before the bell rang. Scott and Stiles gathered their bags quickly, making their way out into the hallway with the rest of the students… save for me and Lydia.

Once I realized that Lydia was standing at my desk, I closed my notebook and shoved it into my bag, standing up to shoulder my straps. Lydia and I started walking out of the classroom, but I stopped walking when I heard rain pattering.

“Lydia, please tell me you hear the rain, too,” I said, a little bit of fear in my voice.

“Yup,” she said.

I looked at the TV, seeing that the static screen was on as thunder rolled. Lydia and I reached out to touch the screen when a bolt of lightning struck in front of us, sending us flying backwards.

I jolted in my seat, looking down at my notebook, seeing that I had drawn a bolt of lightning on my paper.

“Em,” Lydia said.

I looked up at her, seeing her standing next to my desk. My phone ringing caused me to jump about 5 feet out of my skin. I grabbed it from my backpack, seeing Stiles’ face on my screen. “Yeah?” I answered.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Still inside. I’ll be out in a minute,” I said, before I hung up. I sighed and stood from my desk, putting my phone in my back pocket.

Lydia and I both went outside, arms locked. Whatever the hell that premonition was, I didn’t want to know the meaning behind it.

I got in the front seat of the Jeep, taking Stiles’ hand once he got the vehicle in the gear he needed.

~~~

After getting to the house, I quickly got out of the Jeep so that Scott could get out. The three of us stood in front of the vehicle, looking at said house.

“Pretty nice,” I said. I tapped Stiles on the shoulder. “Wanna buy it?”

He chuckled and reached back for my hand, looking back at the house and sighing. “It’s not creepy at all.”

Stiles and I looked back at Scott, me handing him a flashlight before I felt a tug on my arm.

Scott was the first to walk in the house, me and Stiles right behind him. Part of me wishes that I hadn’t.

Cobwebs. Cobwebs everywhere. Made me shutter. “Uhm, that’s definitely not creepy at all,” I muttered.

We walked into the house more, the boys shining their lights through the house. Scott shined his light in what I figured was the dining room, a table for two set up.

Said Alpha turned to face Stiles and I. “Wanna split up?”

I grabbed Stiles’ hand a little tighter, wrapping my hand around his arm.

“Uh, absolutely not,” Stiles said.

“See, this is why I love you. You say what I’m thinking,” I said, looking off to my left at the staircase.

We slowly walked towards the staircase, Stiles stepping behind me.

“Just don’t touch anything,” he whispered.

Fun fact about me! I hate spiders. I have a fear of spiders. If there were such a thing as a were-spider, you can watch me catch the next flight to Nopesville.

Anyway. The three of us walked up the stairs, again cobwebs everywhere. Once we made it to the top of the staircase, there were two options; go right or left. We ended up choosing left since that’s where most of the doors up here were.

One of the rooms was completely empty, except for curtains. Looked like either an office area or a guest room.

“Maybe Alex got the address wrong,” Scott said, walking down the hall a little.

Stiles tugged on my arm to get me walking. “Or he lied,” he said.

Being up here gave me the creeps, like a… creepy Banshee vibe. It was weird. “Why would he lie?” I asked.

Another empty room… then another. Looking down at the last door of the hallway, we noticed one that was closed.

“Why is that door closed?” I said in my best Vernon impersonation from The Breakfast Club.

Stiles looked at me like he wasn’t impressed for a moment before he took a few steps towards the bedroom door, Scott and I following. Stiles paused for a moment before reaching forwards and opening the door. He walked into the bedroom first. Again, Scott and I followed behind him. What confused the hell out of me was that the bedroom was fully furnished, fit for a preteen boy.

“He didn’t lie,” Stiles said, looking back at me with his hand out.

“Why didn’t the cops say anything about this?” Scott asked.

Stiles and I looked at each other.

“They don’t know it’s here,” I said, looking back at Scott. “They can’t come here without a warrant, and there’s no owner of record to serve a warrant to.”

“And unless there’s some kind of threat or imminent danger, they wouldn’t come in,” Stiles added.

Scott looked around for a moment before putting on his focusing on his hearing face.

“What?” Stiles and I asked.

“I think I heard something,” Scott said.

“I would hope you heard something. You put on your concentration face when you hear something,” I said, crossing my arms.

Scott leveled me with a look before I raised my hands in surrender. The three of us moved to walk out of the room and into the hallway when Stiles stopped. He looked at pictures of Alex and the empty spaces beside him.

I walked up behind Stiles, putting my hand on his arm. “Looks like he took selfies. Really weird selfies.”

“Yeah, but look at this one,” he said, pointing to a frame on the desk. It was of Alex with his arm up, almost as if he was leaning against someone. The frame had #1 Dad on it.

“He must’ve taken this picture with his father,” I said. I rubbed my hand up and down on Stiles’ arm. “Don’t stress about this too much, handsome.”

“It’s hard not to,” he mumbled.

“Well then. I’ll just have to destress you later tonight,” I whispered into his ear.

He turned his head towards me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll be downstairs with Scott, okay? Holler if you need me,” I said, giving his cheek a kiss before walking out of the room.

As soon as I was back downstairs, I noticed that Scott was looking at the table again that was set for two. “Scotty?”

“Em. Come look at this,” he said.

I walked over to him, seeing that there weren't plates and glasses sitting there anymore. He looked at me, the question filling his eyes.

I shook my head, “No. Banshee senses aren’t tingling.”

Scott and I decided to explore a little more before we heard footsteps approaching. We decided, like idiots, to follow the sound… running into Mason and Liam.

“What-what are you doing here?” Liam asked.

“This is Alex’s house,” Scott said.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“This is where the compass led us,” Liam said.

“What compass?” Scott and I asked.

Mason stepped forward, showing us said compass… that was spinning like crazy. I looked over at the staircase upon hearing Alex’s bedroom door closing.

“Why is it doing that?” Scott asked, regaining my attention.

“I have no idea,” Mason said.

Liam pulled out his phone that had a compass on it already, it spinning like crazy as well. “They’re all doing it.”

“That’s strange,” I said. “I wonder why they’re all doing it.”

The glass on Mason’s compass shattered right before I heard thudding. I looked back at the staircase, saying Stiles’ name under my breath before I ran over to them and climbed them to get to my boyfriend.

“Stiles!” I yelled. When I rounded the last corner to the bedrooms, I saw him standing at the end near Alex’s room. “What? What happened?” I asked, rushing over to him and placing my hands on his cheeks quickly before putting them on his shoulders, his own hands coming to my arms.

“He was here. He shot at me,” Stiles said. He looked at Alex’s door then back at us. “It was one of the guys you saw in Alex’s memory.”

“The guy who took his parents?” Mason asked.

“No, no, no. They weren’t just taken,” Stiles said. “They were-- they were made to disappear. That’s why there’s no furniture, that's why they weren’t in any of the photos.”

It was quiet for a moment before it hit me like a bus. “They were erased.”

Stiles locked eyes with me for a moment before he quickly turned around and opened Alex’s bedroom door back up.

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled. What I saw was horrifying.

Alex’s bedroom was completely empty.

~~~

The five of us went back to the school to do research on what’s been happening the past few hours. It was nighttime by the time we were done for the night.

Stiles and I were walking along the sidewalk, him with a book in his hand. “I keep feeling like it’s familiar, ya’know? Like I’ve heard it before,” he said.

“Pensée a civage?” I said. “That’s French. A lingering thought you can’t reach.”

“Okay, well, is there a French word for, feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?”

I chuckled. “Anxiety?”

He looked like he wasn’t amused as my chuckles died down.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He sighed. “Is your Banshee intuition saying anything about what this is?”

We stopped walking to face each other. “Babe, you don’t have to figure it all out right this second. Yes, it’s one of the things that I love most about you, but I also know how you get when supernatural stuff happens.”

“But this kid, babe. This kid’s got no one,” he countered. “Ya’know, and…” he flipped a page, looking at them. “There’s a reason why. There’s gotta be.”

I looked down at one of the pages, seeing the title The Lost Colony of Roanoke. “That’s a good, spooky story,” I said, pointing to the page.

Stiles sighed and closed the book. As soon as he did, thunder clapped and, oddly enough, I started hearing music. “Give this man a ride, sweet family will die. Killer on the road.”

“Riders on the Storm?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, the music disappearing.

“That’s the song, Riders on the Storm?”

My eyes widened a little as I pointed at him. “That’s it.”

“What’s it?”

“The Ghost Riders, babe. The Wild Hunt. They come by storm, riding horses, and they take people.”

He looked at me like I was the only girl in the world for a moment. “Emma, you’re so smart, I could kiss you right now!”

“Don’t kiss me unless a certain activity is gonna follow.”

“Not gonna, no. Mmm.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips before running off, yelling, “Did it anyway!”

“You owe me, Stilinski!” I yelled back at him, following him back inside the school. “Where are we going?”

“To find Scott.”

Our running through the school brought us to Scott, who was leaving the lacrosse field.

“Scott! Scott,” Stiles said, coming up to his side. “Hey. It’s called the Wild Hunt.”

“It’s a myth,” I said.

“Only, apparently it’s real,” Stiles said. “Like every other myth in this town that should just really remain a nightmare.”

“The guy on the horse?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, they call them--” Stiles looked down at me.

“Ghost Riders. They call them Ghost Riders,” I said.

“Ghost Riders,” Stiles repeated. “Hang on a second. Hey, that’s my jersey. Where’d you get that?” he asked a random player passing by.

“Coach gave it to me at practice,” the kid said.

Stiles looked back at Scott. “We had practice?” He turned to face me. “We had practice?”

I raised my hands. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t know.”

“Why doesn’t anyone tell me anything?”

“I love you?”

“Why would the Ghost Riders take Alex’s parents?” Scott asked, getting back on track.

“Scotty, it’s what they do. They take people, okay?” I said.

“They run around collecting souls,” Stiles said. “And once they take you, you’re gone.”

“But it’s not just you, it’s everything about you,” Scott said.

“Yeah, like how they took Alex’s room,” Stiles said, before looking off the side, putting the pieces together.

“Does that mean Alex is next?” Scott asked.

My phone dinged with a text.

Lyds: Come meet me in the Math room. Just you.

“Lydia needs me. I’ll go see what she wants. Call me when you find something out,” I said, leaning up to give Stiles a kiss.

“Alright, beautiful,” he said.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~

What I wasn’t expecting when I got there was to see Malia there as well.

“Hey, I got your text. You wanted me to meet you here?” I said.

“Em, something terrible is going to happen,” Lydia said.

“But I’m sure you already knew that,” Malia mumbled.

I sighed. “Yeah.”

“What is it?” Malia asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“That’s why I need your help,” Lydia said.

“Okay, wait a second. I’m here so that Malia can help you figure out what the hell’s gonna happen?” I asked.

“To help us,” Lydia informed.

I nodded my head once. “Gotcha. My bad. Continue.”

My phone started ringing, which caused me to groan in protest. “I’m sorry.” I grabbed my phone from my back pocket. “Hello?”

“Sweetheart? Where are you?” Dad said.

“At the school. Why?”

“I need you to come meet me. I need to see you with my own two eyes.”

I sighed. “Alright. I’m on my way.” I hung my phone up, looking at the girls. “I gotta run. My dad’s freaking out.”

Malia nodded. “Alright.”

~~~

As soon as I ran into the hallway, I crashed right into a body, who steadied me against them.

“Damn it, Stilinski,” I muttered.

“I’ll check the Quad,” Scott said. “Let me know if you find them. And see if your dad knows anything.”

“Hey, Scott, wait,” Stiles said.

Scott turned back around from the start of his run.

“Uhm, I-I just, uh-- I wanted to say, uhm…” Stiles sighed.

“Tell me later,” Scott said, running off again.

“Yeah, alright,” Stiles muttered.

“Find who?” I asked.

“Oh, no.”

“Who are you talking about? Find who?”

“Liam and Hayden,” Stiles said.

“And we’re finding them, why?” I asked.

“Because they might be next.”

Stiles turned around, almost running to Mrs. Martin as she said, “Whoa, whoa whoa!”

“Sorry,” Stiles said.

“Slow it down.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Martin, sorry,” I said.

“It’s quite alright, Emma,” she said.

“Hey, have you seen, uh, Liam and Hayden?” Stiles asked. “Actually, forget that. Have you seen our dads?”

“Who?”

“Our dads. They’re here because of the body?” I said.

She looked at me like she knew who I was, then looked at Stiles like she didn’t. “How do you know about the body?”

“Because my dad’s the Sheriff and her’s is his right hand Deputy,” Stiles said. “Mrs. Martin, are you okay?”

“Uh, just wait here,” she said before walking towards the doors Stiles had just come through.

We shared a look before we darted down the hall, looking for our dads. We weren’t running for very long before I was pulled by someone in another direction. Stiles noticed and his eyes went wide.

“I’ll catch up. Go.”

He dashed back down the hall as I turned and faced my dad.

“Hey, Daddy,” I said before being pulled into a bone crushing hug.

“Thank God you’re alright,” he sighed.

“You’re crushing me, so no. I’m not alright,” I groaned.

He pulled away, keeping his hands on my shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Your friends found a body in one of the closets,” Dad said.

“Gross,” I said, before realization hit. “Wait. What friends?” “Liam, Hayden and Mason.”

“Which way did they go?”

“Uhm,” Dad said, looking around. “I think they went that way.” He pointed behind him.

My phone dinged again with another text message.

Lyds: Keep Stiles safe and with you. Don’t let him out of your sight.

To Lyds: Why?

Lyds: I know you heard the song. You’re always with him. Keep. Him. Safe.

“Uh, Daddy. I gotta go,” I said, looking from my phone to him. “I gotta go find Stiles.”

Dad looked at me like I was crazy. “Emma. Who’s Stiles?”

“My boyfriend? Your best friend's son? Dad, I--” I said, before realization hit me. “Oh, no. Not Stiles.” I ran around him, now on a wild man hunt to find the love of my life. “STILES!”

Running left and right, I was going around every corner, calling out for him. I finally found him coming out a set of double doors.

“Stiles!” I yelled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Emma? You know me. Oh, thank God. You know me,” he said, returning my hug.

“I know you,” I said. I pulled back, looking him in the eyes, my arms still wrapped around his neck. “But I think everyone else is forgetting.”

He looked behind me, the wind picking up. He looked off to his right, spotting something. “Hey, do you see him?” he asked, still looking in that direction.

I turned my head over my shoulder, not seeing anything there but the school, my hands dropping to his arms. “See what?” I asked, fear lacing my voice.

“The guy on the horse,” Stiles said, pointing to what he was seeing.

“Stiles, if you can see them, they’re gonna--” I said, tears already filling my eyes.

“No, I know, I know,” he said, putting his hands on my cheeks. “Okay. They’re comin’ for me. So you have to get away from me right now, okay?”

“Stiles, you’re fucking crazy if you think I’m leaving you,” I said.

He looked at me with all the love in the world. “Alright, come on, come on!” He laced our fingers, turned around and started running. “This way, this way. Come on.”

It was a good thing I was wearing my trusty Converses.

We turned a corner, but stopped at Stiles’ multiple whoa’s. He turned around, saying, “Okay, this way, come on.” before stopping again.

“Where are they?” I asked, looking around at the trees.

“They’re everywhere. Come on, come on. Emma, don’t look at them, okay? Don’t try to scream. They’ll take you, too. Just do not look at them.”

We ran towards the Jeep while Stiles was telling me what not to do before we both got in, me telling him that I wouldn’t. He fumbled with the keys for a second before putting them in the ignition before going absolutely still.

“Babe, what are you doing? We need to go!” I said.

He pulled the keys out of the ignition. “There’s no time.”

“No, there’s time. Just start the damn Jeep!”

“Emma-- Emma!” he said, turning to face me.

I sighed and looked at him, tears lining my eyes.

“Emma, I’m going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You’re gonna forget me.”

“I won’t. No, I won’t. I can’t,” I said, voice shaky.

“Beautiful, you will. Just try to find some way to remember me, okay? Remember how you were the first girl that slept in the same bed with me when I saved you in the woods? Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you Freshman year. Sophomore year before we got together? Remember the ring that’s sitting against your heart? Remember how you saved my life?”

“You saved my life, too. On multiple occasions,” I said, earning a small chuckle from both of us.

I reached forward and laced our fingers together, leaning my forehead against his, sighing as tears streamed down my face.

“Just remember…” he whispered. “Remember I love you.”

Before I could press my lips against his, the door opened and he was yanked from my grasp, the door closing again just a second after.

My hand was still hanging in the air, missing his touch so damn much. I sat in the Jeep, looking out at the school in front of me, breathing deeply. “Remember.”

I reached under the collar of my shirt, bringing my promise ring out and holding it. “Remember… Remember.”

~~~

I went home last night and fell asleep in Stiles’ bed with his shirt and a pair of my pajama shorts on, but when I woke up… I was in my room at my parents house.

I got dressed that morning like normal, but it seemed like I was waiting for something… or someone. I sat outside in the driveway, waiting for my ride when my mom came outside in a hurry.

“Emma? Why are you sitting in the driveway?” she asked.

“Waiting for my ride,” I said.

She looked at me a little funny. “You mean, the ride that’s sitting right there, that’s a white Jeep Commander?”

I looked at my Jeep, forcing a chuckle. “That’s the one!” I said.

“Alright, well, why don’t you get your little sassy butt to school?”

I fake saluted. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

Getting into my Jeep, I felt a little off. Almost like it was wrong to be driving myself to school.

When I got there, I parked in my normal spot, at the front of the school. I walked in, seeing Corey and Mason having a conversation, Liam and Hayden in all their couple glory, and everyone else walking and chatting with their friends.

Malia and Lydia walked in my view of my cousin and his friends.

“You okay?” Malia asked.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, honey?” Lydia asked.

“I have this feeling that I was supposed to do something,” I said.

Scott walked up then, asking, “Do what?”

I tilted my head to the side, tears lining my eyes and I grabbed the ring that was around my neck, holding it.

“I can’t remember.”

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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

—Alfred Tennyson

This incredibly beautiful portrait of Thomas and Alex is by the wonderful ArtbyAinna on Instagram. I can't express how much I love this piece. They are so gorgeous and then BOGART! Bogart is the happiest baby ever and he has my whole heart! These two are my forever OTP and I love them so much! 🐾 💖💕

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Holly-Gay Traditions

Fandom: Red Carpet Diaries Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Avalon (M!OC) Length: 630 words Rating: Teen

Prompt: Gay kiss under the mistletoe @choicespride Summary: Avalon finds Thomas under the mistletoe at a Christmas party. Thomas doesn't care much for certain traditions.

Thomas didn't care much for winter holidays.

Part of it, he was sure, stemmed from his religion- or lack thereof, as since he was no longer a child that got dragged to church every Sunday, he no longer felt the need to conform to an institution that thought he was a horrible, sinful person simply for existing as a queer man.

The other- arguably more important- part was that although the temperature was at the lowest it had been all year, at 63 degrees it was not nearly winter enough for a winter holiday.

This is what he thought about as he stood at the edge of Macy and Matt's annual Christmas party, waiting for Avalon to return with their drinks.

Now, he knew he could have just stayed home, but it wasn't the party he minded so much. Sure, the only parties he would actually interact with people at were ones he threw himself, but he still liked to be at parties occasionally. Sometimes he actually enjoyed the company of other people, even if he was just watching them from across the room.

That was how he preferred it, actually.

In fact, he was enjoying the party, despite what others might think from his expression.

And he was enjoying it more now that his husband had returned with drinks.

Avalon pauses a few feet away, glancing above Thomas with a smirk. "You waiting for something?"

"Only for you to bring me a drink." Thomas beckons them closer. "What took you so long?"

"Well. There is cookie decorating happening in the kitchen," Avalon says, handing a glass to Thomas. "So I made this for you." They pull a gingerbread man wrapped in a napkin out of their chest pocket and hand it to Thomas as well.

The frosting had gotten a little smudged from being wrapped in the napkin and carried in a pocket, but it was still recognizable to be Thomas himself.

Thomas nods once in approval. "Thank you."

Avalon beams, knowing full well the intent and meaning behind Thomas' minimal reaction. After a moment, he says, "Are you sure that's all you're waiting for?"

Thomas looks up from the cookie, eyebrow raised at the teasing lilt to Avalon's voice.

They're pointing straight up.

Thomas tips his head back to see what it is they're so interested in.

...Mistletoe.

He hadn't known it was there.

"...Oh," he says.

"You gonna do anything about it?"

Thomas scoffs. "I'm not about to let a plant tell me what to do. I'll kiss my husband when I want to kiss them."

"And do you want to kiss them now?"

"That's not the point. The point is I refuse to let my actions be dictated by a plant. Not for a tradition, and not for a kiss."

"So you're gonna prove your free well over a plant by not kissing your husband, even though you want to, just because tradition surrounding the plant says you should?" Avalon stares at him, head tipped to the side. "...Yeah, baby, you sure are showing that plant who's in control."

"It's not about control, it's about not following traditions that aren't mine."

"Thomas."

"Avalon."

"Kiss your husband."

"...Okay, fine."

Thomas wraps his arms around Avalon's shoulders, pulling them in for a kiss. Avalon presses their hand against the small of his back, drawing him even closer.

They're so warm, and they taste like gingerbread.

Thomas doesn't want it to end.

When they finally pull away from each other, Avalon lets out a small chuckle. "You wanna know what's funny about this?"

Thomas blinks, his mind still foggy with the thoughts of what he'll do to Avalon once they get home. "Huh?"

Avalon points back up at the plant hanging from the ceiling above them. "That's actually holly."

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Worth the Wait

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a what if to A Second Chance AU

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Part 1

Thomas took the rest of the week off from work. After Amanda's announcement, it had been impossibe to concentrate. He instead spent time alone contemplating the fact that he would be a father in six months or so.

The very notion was so unbelievable that he could hardly wrap his mind around it. For years, he had never planned on marriage or having a family.

He grimaced as he reminded himself how all that had changed when he first started dating Amanda. He had fallen in love with her not only hard but also, at least in his opinion, fast. He had to force himself to keep his feelings in check until he was certain of her reciprocating them.

Then he went out and purchased an engagement ring.

If she had not broken up with him, he knew they would be in the midst of planning a wedding...instead of a nursery.

Perhaps they would be doing both.

He still had the ring tucked away upstairs in his nightstand. He couldn't seem to drum up the will to get rid of it.

It'd been the first time in his life that he willingly bought something that would permanently change his carefully laid plans of a bachelor.

He dropped his head in his hands. The past few nights he'd either had Amanda join him for dinner at a restaurant, her hotel suite, or here in his home. He knew they needed to work on their relationship before their child came into the world.

Thomas though, wanted more.

Maybe.

He honestly didn't know what to make of the feelings she had stirred up within him once again.

Being around her after all that occurred was both wonderful and yet utterly miserable. His heart ached from not touching her...kissing her...simply holding her within his arms.

It also ached with the fact the relationship they once had was destroyed. There was no way, at least that he could detect, in picking up where they'd left off.

They couldn't possibly...could they?

He jumped when he heard the gate buzzer.

Checking the time, he frowned at it being too early for Amanda's arrival.

The last thing he wanted was Addison and Holly poking around in this delicate matter. He knew they had taken these past few days off and spent them with Amanda. He was surprised they waited this long to talk the situation over with him.

"Yes?" He answered.

"We're here!"

His eyes widened at the sound of his brother-in-law's cheery voice.

"Thomas?" His sister Rachel called out. "Aren't you going to open the gate for us?"

He'd completely forgotten they were coming into town this week.

"Of course." He pushed the button for them.

Reluctantly, he slipped his shoes on and stepped outside to greet them.

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

Addison and Matt's home...

"He's perfect." Amanda cradled the four month old in her arms. "Look at all that hair!"

Addison smiled proudly. "I'm so thankful he took after Matt. I was bald until fifth grade."

"No, you weren't." Matt pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I've seen your baby and childhood photos."

"I might have had hair," she conceded, "but it was such a light blonde that there are pictures where a bright flash was used that make me appear to be bald."

Amanda grinned at the couple before focusing once more on their son. He slept peacefully in her arms as she gently rocked him.

"Feel free to come over everyday to hold Michael." Addison told her. "You'll need the practice and I can always use a nap."

Amanda chuckled softly. "I wish I could, but I'll be leaving at the end of the week."

Addison, Matt, and Holly each exchanged a loaded glance.

"Is Thomas going with you?" Holly asked a little too casually.

"No. He plans on coming in time for my next doctor's appointment."

"Have you two decided how you're going to do this yet?"Addison asked.

"Addi." Matt shook his head at her.

"I just want to see you both happy with each other and your baby." She ignored her husbamd's whispered warnings to not get involved. "You two were so in love that I don't get why you're not already in the magazine's for having eloped in Vegas by now."

Amanda handed the baby over to Holly. "I should probably go. I'm supposed to--"

"No!" Addison reached out to stop her. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being too nosy, but I don't want to see you both miserable."

Amanda gently patted her hand. "I know. But things changed for Thomas when we broke up." She fought back tears. "I don't know if he'll ever want me like he once did." She lifted her chin. "I'm happy he at least is kind to me and wants to know our child."

Holly gave Matt his son when he began to whimper and squirm.

"Yes, but have you felt anything since you've been back?" She prodded.

Amanda gathered her things. "Of course I have." She lowered her eyes. "I never fell out of love with Thomas, and when I found out...I had hoped..." She wiped at the tears beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. I have to go. He's expecting me for dinner tonight."

The trio walked her to the door.

"Don't cry." Addison pleaded, throwing her arms around her. "I shouldn't have asked."

Amanda couldn't stop her tears. "It's okay."

Holly hugged her. "We won't bring it up again."

Amanda could only nod before blubbering a goodbye and slipping into the waiting town car.

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"Pregnant?!" Rachel breathed.

Stephen slapped Thomas on the back. "Congratualtions!"

"I'm going to be an aunt?" Rachel began to smile before launching herself at her brother.

He oomphed while accepting her hug. "Yes, you will be. You'll either have a niece or nephew by September."

She punched his arm once she stepped back.

"Rachel!" He snapped at her.

"Why didn't you call me when you found out?" She placed her hands on her hips.

The siblings glared silently at each other.

Stephen, the forever peacemaker between the Hunt's, spoke up.

"He's probably still trying to comprehend it, himself, babe."

Thomas nodded. "It's true. Of all the times I imagined Amanda walking back into my life, I never dreamed it would be because she is pregnant."

"Well, now that I'm here we will plan out everything." Rachel left them for a moment and returned with a pad and pen she found on his desk. "Let's see."

She sat down, tapping the pen on the arm of her chair. "I think a small ceremony should do nicely. Perhaps on the beach..."

"Small ceremony for what?" Thomas asked.

"Your wedding." She grinned at him. "How did Amanda react when she saw the ring you had bought? I bet she was shocked you decided to ask her before the break--"

"There isn't going to be a wedding." Thomas informed her.

"Just because she's pregnant, that doesn't mean you have to have a ceremony in a county clerk's office." Rachel grumbled. "I doubt she's showing yet." She began her list again. "If we have it here, then we can--"

"I didn't propose." Thomas explained.

Stephen plopped down in surprise on the arm of Rachel's chair.

"You didn't propose?" She asked in disbelief. "Why not? You're in love with her. She loves you. You're having a baby!"

Thomas began to pace as he tried to explain his hesitation.

The couple watched him struggle with his reasons.

"I see no need to rush into marriage just yet." Thomas added. "Not until we are certain this is the right decision for both of us. It will save us additional heartache and our child won't suffer in the process."

"But--"

Stephen placed his arm around his wife's shoulders, gently squeezing her.

She closed her mouth at that subtle sign that she was being pushy again.

With a deep sigh, she slumped in her chair.

Thomas whirled around when his buzzer sounded again.

"Were you expecting anyone?" Rachel asked.

"Only Amanda." Thomas mumbled.

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

Amanda grimaced once more at her swollen eyes. Thank goodness she had gone with waterproof eye makeup. At least she only looked swollen instead of a puffy eyed racoon.

Her stomach gurgled when Thomas opened the door.

She hid her face in her hands. "I'm sorry. I've not eaten since I threw up a muffin this morning."

He couldn't help but smile at her embarrassment over something he thought was trivial at best. "You don't have to worry about what I think when that happens."

When she lifted her head, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"You've been crying." He gently took her face in his hands.

"Hormones." She wondered how she was able to say such a falsehood so easily.

His hands lingered, thumbs brushing her cheeks, then dropped to his sides. "I should forewarn you. Rachel and Stephen are here."

Amanda stepped back, nearly falling backwards off his front stoop.

Thomas caught her in his arms, turning them both until she was safely between him and the front door.

"Are you all right?" He could feel her heart thumping against his chest.

She nodded. "Just caught off guard." Biting her lip, she lifted her eyes to his. "Did you tell them about," she gestured toward her belly.

"I did." He answered.

"And?" She prodded, worried over his answer.

"And they are thrilled with the knowledge that they will have a niece or nephew before the year is through.” He explained.

Amanda finally asked the question that was really bothering her.

“Do they, of course they must, but do they hate me too much for my,” she took a deep breath, “for ending things between us?”

If Thomas was to go by how his sister had not only readily jumped into planning a wedding for them as well as becoming angry over his not proposing to Amanda, he seriously doubted she held anything against his ex.

“They don’t hate you at all.” He kept an arm around her waist. “Come inside.”

Leaning a bit closer than necessary to him for comfort, she allowed him to lead her to his living room.

Rachel jumped up and hugged her, pushing her brother out of the way. “I’m so excited!”

Amanda laughed when Stephen thanked her for getting pregnant.

“Now Rach will stop pestering me about getting a puppy or kitten. All her time will be spent in preparation on becoming an aunt.”

“We will get one of those if my niece or nephew wants one.” Rachel snapped at him.

She ignored his teasing grin and focused on Amanda. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She lied.

“She suffers with severe morning sickness.” Thomas corrected.

Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Who is taking care of you?”

“Me.” Amanda said with a laugh that wasn’t quite sincere. “Servants, occasionally my friends, and of course Thomas when we are together.”

Rachel glared at her brother. “She needs help all the time.”

He glared back, knowing she was heavily hinting that they should get married.

“I’ll be fine. Hopefully by my next appointment it will have lessened.” Amanda said, wondering at their sudden irritation.

“And if it doesn’t?” Rachel continued to stare Thomas down.

“Then I’ll do what I have been doing.” Amanda shrugged. “I really don’t have much of a choice in the matter.”

She moved away from them to sit down.

“Some people have a choice.” Rachel muttered where only Thomas could hear.

Ignoring her, he asked Amanda what she felt like eating.

“I’m not sure. This baby and I have very different views on what I should eat." She tried to joke.

He had to stop himself from brushing her hair back from her face. That lopsided grin of hers had a way of making him feel the need to comfort her.

"I was thinking of taking you to The Palm for dinner."

Her surprise made him smile. It used to be one of their favorite places to eat. Thomas hadn't been there since they broke up. For some reason, he'd gone ahead and made a reservation for them.

"The Palm?" Rachel leaned forward. "What kind of food do they have."

"Italian." Amanda smiled at him. "I have had a craving for tomatoes recently."

"Then hopefully you'll be able to enjoy a meal for a change." He responded, smiling more easily around her.

"We'll go to the guest house and get cleaned up." Rachel tugged Stephen up out of his chair. "What time should we be ready?"

"You have thirty minutes." Thomas warned.

"Thirty?!" Rachel dashed out.

Stephen chuckled. "How long do we really have?"

"Forty-five minutes." Thomas replied. "But I know my sister and if i say forty-five, she'll take an hour or more."

Stephen snorted in amusement. "Yes, she will."

Once they were alone, Thomas sat down across from Amanda.

"The Palm." Her smile dimmed some over the memories of romantic evenings spent at that particular establishment. "I can't remember the last time we had dinner there."

"November." Thomas fought squirming when she looked up in surprise once more.

"I'm looking forward to it." Amanda said to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between him.

"So am I." He got up to get something to drink. He offered to get her something just to have something to do.

He could feel her eyes following him out of his living room. When he was out of eyesight, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He still didn't know if he could risk his heart again. He knew she was leaving soon and that things between them were up in the air.

The more he was around her, the more he was wanting to settle into how they once were.

But then that would bring up whether or not they should go ahead and marry.

Should we? If it doesn't work out, how much more will it hurt to walk away from her and our child? To break the life I once dreamed of having with her...should I really jump into it without seeing if it's worth the chance?

He didn't know. He knew his fear was keeping him from so much. Yet...hadn't his fear kept him from horrible decisions in the past?

Or had it kept him from something great?

He prepared her a glass of ginger ale and brought it to her.

He grasped on the topic of what she planned to do once back in Cordonia while he debated on what to do with his own future.

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

Dinner turned out better than either thought. It seemed almost natural being on a double date of sorts once again with Rachel and Stephen.

It was certainly romantic out on the terrace of the restaurant with the strings of globe lights softly brightening the darkness.

The four laughed and talked over what they had been doing since they were last together. The teasing that Amanda used to do with Thomas had made his frown all but disappear. He couldn't resist doing the same to her.

The roll of her eyes or a laugh had him placing his arm along the back of her chair and gently rubbing her shoulder.

Just like he used to do.

"Are we getting dessert?" Rachel asked. "Please say yes."

"I don't know if I should push it." Amanda leaned back in her chair. Her hands settled over her stomach. "So far it seems that there is approval of the chicken parmesan."

"No nausea?" Thomas asked.

She shook her head. "That's why I don't want to chance it with dessert." Her nose wrinkled. "Though those cinnamon doughnut holes are calling to me."

"We're getting the chocolate cake for two." Rachel told her husband. "And this time, I will leave you more than two bites."

Thomas waved their waiter over and placed their order. He noticed the curious looks they were getting from various tables. He suspected that he would be in tomorrow's gossip pages.

He had never alerted the press of their break up. He knew Amanda hadn't either. He assumed they thought he was too busy for work to meet up with her these past couple of months.

He didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"I can't believe you didn't order the cake." Rachel said between bites.

"So far, chocolate and I are on the outs." Amanda explained. "Which has nearly killed me."

Thomas pushed the plate of warm doughnuts towards her after making a dramatic show of removing the chocolate dipping sauce.

She laughed and took one.

His eyes riveted upon her when she took a bite. The cinnamon and sugar coated her lips. He knew if they had never ended things that he would have kissed it off.

She licked her lips and stilled when she noticed where his attention was.

Stephen and Rachel pretended not to notice the obivous tension developing and talked amongst themselves while waiting on the couple across from them to make a move.

Thomas raised his hand to Amanda's cheek and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip to remove what her tongue had missed.

He could feel her quick breath over the sensation of his intimate touch. His eyes lifted to hers. He could see the yearning in the hazel depths combined with her uncertainty.

All it would take would be to lean down a mere tweleve inches and kiss her. There wouldn't have to be any words exchanged just yet. No immediate decisions needed to be made. It could be an experiment to see if that spark between them truly existed.

Her eyes closed when he began to inch forward. Her lips parted in readiness for his kiss. She nuzzled into his palm when he cupped her cheek.

Thomas felt his pulse quicken in anticipation.

"Here's the check." Their waiter dropped it down in between the couples. "Let me know when you're ready or if there is anything else I can get you."

Rachel glared at the man who had caused Thomas and Amanda to jerk apart.

Stephen sadly shook his head while reaching for the small folder.

"I'll get that." Amanda and Thomas said at the same time.

"We'll get this one." Rachel said in a no nonsense tone. She forced a smile. "I'll let you get the next one."

"How much of a tip should I leave?" Stephen asked softly for his wife's ear alone.

"None." Rachel hissed. "He lost it when he interupted my niece or nephew having his parents together."

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

"Where to now?" Stephen asked once they stepped out of the restaurant.

"It is still early." Rachel added, eyeing her brother. "Plenty of time to do something."

Thomas briefly rolled his eyes.

"I think I'll call a car to take me back to my hotel." Amanda replied.

Her smile was a bit strained as she faced the other three.

"I'm sure you all have some catching up to do." She added. "These last couple of weeks, I've been known to nod off during conversations." She laughed with a shrug. "I won't be adding anything stimulating to any, most likely."

Rachel mentally groaned over not finding them another chance to be tempted to be together.

She glared at her brother, hoping he would take the hint.

"I'll take you to the hotel." Thomas ignored his sister's pointed stare.

He could still be a gentleman without any romantic notions.

"That isn't necessary." Amanda countered. "I'm sure Rachel and Stephen would prefer--"

"Actually," Stephen wrapped his arms around his wife, "I was planning on taking Rach dancing." His grin was unrepentant when he heard his wife's surprised gasp. "It's been a long time since we've been to a decent club."

Thomas merely cocked an eyebrow over that announcement.

He didn't believe it for a moment.

He did believe though that Stephen would do anything to help Rachel's plan.

"Enjoy yourselves." He bid his sister and brother-in-law a good night.

"You should go --" Amanda tried to argue.

"You know my feelings about night clubs." Thomas set his hand at the small of her back, gently urging her on toward the parking lot.

She looked up at him. "There were some evenings you didn't mind going."

Thomas met her eyes. He could remember the few times he'd gone to one with Amanda. It wasn't hard to enjoy himself then. He either was able to hold her against his body while they danced or enjoy watching her on the dance floor.

And without him saying a word or even giving a grimace, she'd always known when they should leave before the crowd and noise got to him.

Taking her arm, he cleared his throat. "Those times were different."

When you are with the right person, you can enjoy anything, he thought.

"I do wish you wouldn't trouble yourself." Amanda argued. "I'll be fine getting back to the hotel."

She knew she needed some space from him. Everything about today and this evening made her want to ignore his wishes and try to get back together. He had always been her temptation. She realized she still couldn't resist him.

He was being too kind. Too thoughtful. It hurt worse than if he was cold and cruel. At least then she wouldn't long for him to kiss her. Take her in his arms once more, speak in that deep voice how she made him feel. Seduce her with merely a look.

She loved him so terribly much. She thought she did before coming to tell him about the pregnancy. Spending this time with him only made it worse than before.

Has to be the hormones, she thought. They exacerbate everything as it is. I wish Thomas would simply tell me there is no hope for us. This waiting around on him to decide whether or not to give us a second chance is worse than--

"Amanda?"

She looked up and realized he held the passenger door open for her.

Cheeks coloring over being so lost in thought, she quickly got in while mumbling her thanks.

"Are you tired?" He asked once he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Hmm? Oh. Not really." She replied. "But it strikes at odd times and I didn't want to intrude any longer on Rachel and Stephen's time with you."

Thomas frowned some over that.

"You're not an intrusion."

"I am." Amanda stated, attempting to keep her voice from wobbling. "We aren't together anymore so," she swallowed, turning to look out her window, "so it doesn't make sense for me to be with you so much."

His frown only deepened. He knew they weren't officially back together. Yet, he felt like they were teetering upon the very brink of that decision. They were in some mystical gray area where they were a couple in a way and yet not at the same time.

It's purgatory, he thought with a grimace.

"We're having a baby." He grumbled. "You are an important part of my life so therefore you are not an intrusion."

Amanda's gaze dropped to her stomach.

That's all I am, the mother of his child. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The two fell into an uncomfortable silence.

It wasn't long before Thomas was handing his keys to a valet and following Amanda up to her room.

"Since you aren't tired," he began when they were alone in the elevator, "why don't we watch a movie?" His lips curved somewhat when she finally looked up at him. "I had initially planned on taking you to one after dinner, but Rachel and Stephen's arrival ruined that."

"You did?" Amanda could hardly believed it.

He nodded.

It almost sounded like a date. It would have been a date if they were a couple.

"Since you're worried about falling asleep, at least if you do so now, you'll already be in your suite." He added.

"I'd like that." Amanda replied with a smile.

Thomas felt those unusual flutters her smile still caused. He followed her out of the elevator, his eyes drifting along her figure.

She pulled out her key card, noticed where his attention seemed to linger, and fumbled her key.

The two bent down to retrieve it, bumping heads.

"I forgot how hard headed you are." Amanda teased, rubbing her forehead.

He chuckled. "You don't have the softest one either."

He tilted her chin up to see if she was bruised.

He felt her slight intake of breath at his touch and being so close to her. When he looked at her face he noticed that her attention was upon his lips.

He didn't fight it this time. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her muffled gasp turned into a soft moan as she sank into his embrace. One arm slid around his waist to urge him closer while the other tangled in his hair.

He felt his skin practically sing under her touch. His entire body responded to each brush of her tongue against his. Thomas groaned when she abruptly broke away.

He then heard people getting off the nearby elevator.

With a quick swipe, they hurried into her suite. The moment the door shut, they were back within the other's arms, lips eagerly meeting while hands began to drift over their bodies.

Thomas guided her back to the sofa, gently pulling her down into his lap. He gloried in her smile he could feel against his lips as he refused to pause their kiss to sit down.

He kissed down her neck when she broke away to catch her breath. His name spoken in her breathless, excited voice made him unable to think of anything, save for being with her.

Picking her up, his lips crashed down upon hers again as he carried her into her room.

The lights were off. The only slight illumination came from the city lights driting in through the sheer curtains. They eagerly began to remove the other's clothes. Lips and tongues tasted the other's newly revealed skin as if doing so for the very first time.

They each were refusing to think about what this meant and whether or not they should have sex. As if by mutual accord, they both seemed almost frenzied to be with one another without demanding a declaration or even a discussion of whether or not this was wise.

All the almost kisses, the touches, seeing the one they had loved again made the need so much stronger than ever before. Neither wanted to fight it any longer. Neither really had the strength or desire to ignore what was between them.

What had always been between them.

Thomas carefully covered her body with his. He worried for a moment if this perhaps would hurt her or possibly the baby. Then he felt Amanda's legs wrap around his waist and he couldn't think at all.

Amanda could feel the gentleness and care he was taking with her. It brought tears to her eyes as she encouraged him on and on and on. Her lips met his again in an attempt to convey just how much she loved him. Each kiss made her heart sing anew in being this intimate with him again.

She'd never held anything back from him. She remembered when Thomas told her that being with her was a whole new experience for him. He himself had admitted to being unable to control his responses to her.

It was never sex between them. It never had been.

They had only been able to make love.

"Thomas!" Her breath caught as the sensations flooded through her.

He held her close as he was knocked speechless from the intense emotions combined with the waves of pleasure he felt.

They held onto the other in the aftermath. Both were afraid of saying something that might ruin the moment. So many words and questions revolved around their minds.

When Amanda yawned, Thomas jumped upon that as a reprieve.

He reached down to cover the two of them up, then gently pulled her back within his arms. His lips brushed over hers when she asked if he wanted to stay.

He knew he could use the excuse of having family in town to go ahead and leave. Yet, there was nothing he wanted more than to stay here with her, holding her close as she slept. A part of him argued he should stay to make certain she and the baby wasn't physically hurt from his rash actions.

Another part prodded that since he was so ready to fall into staying with her that he should go ahead and realize that his love for her was undeniable. They should be together.

But could he go through the possibility of losing her again?

"I want to stay." He said softly. "If you want me to."

"I do." She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

"Good." He gently caressed her cheek.

Unable to keep her hope from bubbling up, Amanda asked him what this meant.

Thomas didn't pause in his caress. He too wondered the same.

"I think it means we do want to be together." He replied. "But--"

Amanda felt her heart sink. She began to pull away, only to have him draw her back even closer than before.

"But," he repeated, "I think we should start out dating again before we decide on something more permanent."

"You want to date?" Amanda's brow furrowed. "But not be in a serious relationship?"

"I want us to start again as if it was the beginning of a new relationship." He replied.

"Not to be blunt, but not only am I pregnant by you, I'm literally naked in your arms having thoroughly been seduced by you." Amanda told him. "It's a little late for first date etiquette to apply here."

Thomas knew she was right.

"Perhaps then, not at the very beginning." His forehead dropped to rest against hers. "Amanda, I don't think I can go through another breakup with you."

"I don't think I could either." She closed her eyes right when their lips met. "What are we going to do?"

"Would you be willing to try and see how we feel these next few months?"

Amanda opened her eyes to meet his vulnerable gaze. "And what happens then? Other than our child being born?"

"Then we decide if we want to move on to that next step in our relationship."

"What is that next step in your opinion?" She asked, determined to understand just what he wanted from her.

Thomas brushed her hair out of her eyes, his own tracing her profile lit in the soft light.

"That next step is the last one." He kissed her, unable to resist the need to feel her body once again. "We will decide whether or not we should get married."

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New Beginnings- Chapter 13

After their relationship is outed, Thomas stresses over how to protect Natalia’s career and image. Thanks as always @alj4890 for helping me and convincing me my writing sounds ok 🤣

Warning: swearing, light sexual innuendos/actions

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“What the hell is going on, Hunt?”

Lucas, Thomas’ agent has never raised his voice towards the director, but today has been filled with uncharacteristic surprises involving the brooding and (supposed) eligible bachelor.

His polished, brown Santoni’s echo against the marble flooring in the grand entry until they meet the threads of a Persian rug. He stops, pinching the bridge of his nose and he releases a deep sigh.

“This was not supposed to be public information until after the movie had been released.”

“And when was I going to be informed?” Thomas closes his eyes, “Cause where I’m standing, you’d think telling your agent would be a high priority. Especially when you want to keep news out of the news!”

He stares at the wall, clenching his jaw. “I kept it from you in hopes of keeping it from everyone. I did not see any point in revealing a private relationship to you.”

The younger agent nearly growls in frustration and Thomas has to pull the phone away from his ear. “This kind of thing ruins careers, Hunt! I didn’t think I had to tell you that. You aren’t some stupid, young, think with your other head kid that has too much fame to go around. You’re smart and don’t let things like this happen.”

He could not begin to fathom how he had let this happen. He told Natalia he would not be the reason her career was brought to ruin. Yet here he was, listening to his agent scold him as though he was a new arrival to the despicable world of Hollywood. As though he was a child.

“It’s time you go on the offensive. Get your ass back to LA and take her out as soon as she’s feeling up to it.” Lucas takes a shuddering breath, his anger simmering on the surface, “Until then, keep your fucking head down.”

Thomas winces and internally cringes at the foul language. He despises using obscenities, despite the occasional use in his head, he tries to never use the words out loud. It was ungentlemanly. It was not him.

Lucas hung up before Thomas could say anything or defend himself further, so he simply shut his phone off and began to pace the marble flooring once more. There were no upcoming awards ceremonies or any parties he knew of, but then again, he usually did not attend such parties.

He paced for another minute or so before he decided on calling his friend.

“Ryan, I must skip pleasantries—“

“I saw the news.” His friend cut him off and silence stretched between them for a few moments.

“Are there any upcoming high profile parties?” Thomas simply stares out the front windows, watching as branches sway in the cool breeze outside.

The estate is quiet today, aside from Mr. DuBois and Elizabeth, and it felt empty. Perhaps it was just the added stressful situation grabbing at his brain.

“Chris has a premier coming up in a few weeks. After that, we’ve got a few birthdays that’ll definitely hit the tabloids. What’s on your mind?” The friendliness in the charming actor’s voice was one of the many reasons Thomas gets along with him.

They’ve known each other for ages, although Ryan doesn’t show his age, his maturity does. He matured in a way Thomas respects and although the man can get on his nerves, much like all his close friends, it never irks him for too long. Vice versa, when Thomas gets in one of his moods, Ryan brushes it off because the elder man is just too serious to let loose. Or so Mr. Summers says.

“It’s time I show the world how much Natalia means to me. The minute she feels ready, we will be attending parties and taking the offensive so I can salvage her image. Can I trust you will assist?”

“Of course. I’ll enlist the others too. We care about you, Hunt, almost as much as we care about Nat.” The chuckle only forces the director’s lips into a tight scowl.

“Much appreciated.” Without a goodbye, he hangs up, leaving Ryan to his own amusement.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Months had come and gone. Most of Natalia’s time was spent resting between physical therapy sessions and editing film with Thomas. Since the accident their friends rallied around the couple and helped with whatever Thomas would allow them to. Everyone chipped in here and there, whether it was regarding the film or navigating the media or just day to day tasks at home.

Now that she’s up again, they’ve needed help less and less thankfully. Her physical therapist has gotten her walking without a cane or any assistance and she knew what that meant.

“The premier is this weekend.” She laid between Thomas’ legs on the couch, eyeing the scar on her right leg as he tightens his arms around her waist. “How are you feeling?”

Insecure.

The bruises and cuts have healed on her face, leaving behind only minuscule scars in a couple spots. He swears no one can see them, but she can. Her eyes leave the scar on her leg and move to the long reminder on her forearm. Gently, her fingers follow its path.

She never thought of herself as beautiful or gorgeous. But now the doubts about herself are only enhanced by the defects on her skin.

“I’ll have to buy a new gown.” Deflecting his question, she focuses on what she would want. “Something floor-length with long sleeves.”

The man holding her nods, but moves a hand to gently trace a line down her arm, sending delicious shivers up her skin. Since the wreck, they had not been intimate and she has been aching for him. Besides chaste kisses that didn’t lead to anything more, she’d begun to doubt his feelings for her. He always said he loves her, which she reciprocated, but don’t actions speak louder? It’s been nearly a year they’ve been together, but still, they have not been together. The accident ruined any chance of that happening after New York when she was ready to give herself to him. So for a few months, her need for him has only increased with no way of acting on it. But now she can walk, surely they can finally give in.

“Why must you cover yourself so much?” His deep voice is hushed and his breath brushes against her ear as his finger is now trailing circles across her exposed thigh.

She internally scolds herself for wearing shorts around him.

“I’m not certain I’m ready to show off the new additions to my skin.” His finger slowly moves higher, to the inside of her thigh and pauses.

Natalia’s breath hitches and she feels a new hardness pushing into her back.

Without any warning, he had flipped their positions on the couch and now braces himself above her. Not even registering what exactly was happening, he presses a deep kiss to her mouth, suffocating any questions that were rising. It didn’t take any time for her body to react, wrapping her arms around his neck as one of his hands slide down her belly, stopping at the waistband of her shorts.

He broke away, looking down at her with darkening eyes that hold an equal amount of love and lust. “This body may have imperfections now, but that does not take away from the fact that every single part of you is beautiful. What has been left on you only shows the world what troubles you have overcome to be where you are now.”

Thomas pauses, his voice becoming deeper as the emotion he feels continues to grow. Love, grief, anguish for what she had suffered. He can see her eyes welling with tears, her hands busying themselves in his hair, so he reaches a hand up, leaving her waist, and gently places it on her cheek. The soft, olive skin is damp from a rogue tear, so he wipes it dry before his thumb moves along her cheekbone.

“My love for you is not only for your looks, my darling, it is for your heart and soul. You should pride yourself on everything you have survived and fought through to get where you are today. You are where you want to be and a handful of scars will never take that away from you.”

The more he spoke and the more he caressed her cheek just made her heart melt. “Thomas—“

Her voice cracks and tears fall slowly before he leans down and kisses her gently. “I love you, sweetheart.”

The gentleness in his voice, the sweetness in his touch, when she closes her eyes and focuses on him completely, that’s when she knows. He really does love her.

“I love you too.”

The next day, she, Addison, and Holly went shopping for gowns. The girls expressed how Natalia was happier than they’d seen for a long time. But the night of the premier, she couldn’t be more nervous.

Her almost sheer silvery, white dress is flowy enough for her to feel free. She knew her nerves were going to be enough for the night, she didn’t want to feel constructed in her gown. The jewels spattered across the material almost convinced Natalia not even to try it on, but Addi convinced her otherwise.

The fashionista had said , “This is your first premier with your sexy, reclusive director… I can’t believe I just called him sexy.” She then proceeded to make a gagging noise before she thrusted the dress into her friend’s arms. “You need to make a splash and get everyone’s attention.”

Since the surgery on her arm, she hasn’t gotten the full use of it yet, so Addison is at Thomas’ doing Nat’s hair. “I love your hair.”

The blonde sighs as she pins curls atop her friend’s head. Natalia has let her hair grow out, the ends a lighter, bleached brown compared to the rest of her deep chestnut color.

“Thanks Addi, I love how you did your hair and your dress.” Her nerves keep her mind occupied so she just gave a short, simple reply to her friend who looks at her worriedly.

Addison has her hair curled with one side pinned back and a bright blue, sparkly gown that fits her slim figure perfectly. “You ok?”

“Hmm?” Natalia looks up and shakes her head, focusing. “I’m fine, I suppose I’m just..”

“Nervous?” She finishes the brunette’s hair and sprays a little hairspray to keep everything in place. After a small nod, she sits on the counter facing Nat. “You don’t have any reason to be nervous. You’ll have Thomas right next to you, Holly and I won’t be far away and of course Ryan and Chris.”

“I know that, it just seems as though things have gone wrong so much as of late and now I’m going out into the public eye for the first time since the accident.” Her eyes inadvertently look at the scar along her forearm, sighing quietly.

Addison catches the movement and she sets a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder, “I think those scars are cool, and if I were you, I’d show them off like a badge of honor.”

Someone behind them clears their throat, urging both the women to turn around. “You both look beautiful.”

Although Thomas says it to both of them, his dark eyes are fixed on Natalia, roaming the curves of her dress and dancing across the updo until they land on her lips. She wears a deep blush that only accentuates her makeup and her eyes meet his every darkening ones again before looking down at her gown.

Addison’s eyes dart back and forth between the two, feeling the sexual tension rising with every second before she suddenly stands, “Thanks, Thomas, I’m gonna head out and meet with Holly. See you two at the premiere.”

When she passes her former professor, she doesn’t look him in the eye and he pays no mind to her either. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Uncomfortable and unsure how to respond, Natalia stands and grips the skirt of her dress subconsciously. As she looks up at him, her breath is taken away. His taut muscles fill his tuxedo, not able to hide the broad shoulders or narrow waist. Her tongue slides across her bottom lip as he adjusts his cufflinks, smirking at her.

Looking away after being caught ogling, she just releases a breath and smiles softly, “Thank you.”

Her quiet response has Thomas moving towards her, gathering her in his strong arms and securing her in a warm embrace. “Any particular reason for your sudden shyness?”

His warm, tender lips move down and across her cheekbone, eliciting quiet moans from her. “Because you just have that effect on me, Mr. Hunt. You seem to bring out a very submissive side that I have no control over.”

A quiet animalistic growl comes from Thomas, his arms tighten around her waist as the admission from her ignites a fire inside him. “We may be fashionably late to this premiere.”

Soon his lips and teeth travel down her neck, careful not to leave marks but firm enough to get her heart racing. As her hands begin to wander, slipping to the front of his slacks, a phone breaks their passion causing Thomas to groan in frustration.

Scowling deeply, he fishes his phone out of pocket, his eyes flashing with concern before he answers. “Yes?”

His gaze settles on Natalia, who is checking her hair and makeup in the mirror. Her eyes meet his and her heart lurches at the worry he wears on his face.

“Yes, I will inform her. Thank you.”

Thomas doesn’t have time to pocket his phone before she places a hand on his arm. “What’s happened?”

“Lucas had been investigating who tipped off our relationship and he says he has finally found the source.”

By the expression on his face, her heart clenches in her chest. “Who was it?”

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