#seth levine x mc

[levineseth]

The Fancy Food Sucked

Book: Red Carpet Diaries

Pair: Seth Levine x MC (Gemma)

Summary: The Hollywood life is just not cutting it for Gemma. And Seth can fix that.

Note: can you guys believe i actually did it!!!?

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Seth was going to lose his mind. Actually, it was probably already lost and the last twenty minutes guaranteed he was never going to find it again.

He crumbled up yet another paper and tossed it across the room into the trash can. Two hours had passed since he first sat down and he didn’t have a single joke for his set next week. He got up from his seat at the table, grumbling to himself, and walked towards his kitchen window. He needed some air.

As he flipped the locks open on the top of the window, his eyes focused on a sleek black car idling on the street. And his eyes got bigger as he watched Gemma and Matt freaking Rodriguez step out of the car.

He didn’t want to and he knew he shouldn’t watch them, but he couldn’t make himself walk away from the window. The unfamiliar feeling in his stomach was overwhelming and finally made him turn away. He grabbed his jacket and headed upstairs to the roof.

The cool night air hit his face as soon as the door opened. He was glad that the sun had gone down already and the heat of the day had dissipated. It allowed him to take a few breaths as his brain began to run overtime.

Sure, he thought that he and Gemma had really hit it off the day she moved in. But then Hollywood and Matt Rodriguez came along. And how could he compete with that? And did he even want to try?

He didn’t even get a chance to ponder these thoughts when he heard the door to the roof open.

“Room for one more?” he heard Gemma ask as she approached.

Wordlessly, he scooted over and patted the cold ground next to him. She sat close- the fabric of her dress brushing the sleeve of his jacket.

“Sooo...” she said. “How was your day?”

He let out a small laugh and responded, “It was not my best.”

He face scrunched in concern. And he hated that he found that cute.

“What happened?”

“Comedian blues,” he answered, waving a hand in the air to convey it wasn’t a big deal. “How was your day, though? Any fun Hollywood stories?”

It was her turn to laugh. “Well, Matt and I went to dinner at this crazy fancy place and you would never guess but food that costs more actually tastes awful! We....”

She continued talking but Seth was clinging to one part of her story- Matt and I. Matt and I. He didn’t listen to what she said past that so he was surprised when he heard, “...Seth?”

He looked at her, eyes searching her face for some context clues on what she was talking about so he could fake a response. What he saw, however, was that she was looking for something in his face as well- the corners of her eyes creased in worry.

“You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”

He grimaced before responding, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay today?”

“I’m fine! I’ve just got like a thousand things running through my brain right now.”

That was a lie, of course. The only thing currently on his mind was the girl sitting in front of him.

“Okay..” she shrugged. “What I was saying is that the fancy food sucked and I’m still hungry. Want to go grab some burgers? My treat!”

He laughed. “Now see Iowa, this is your first lesson in the Hollywood life- nothing beats In-N-Out.”

She playfully pushed him, giggle ringing in the open air. “So are you coming or not?”

He stood up and held his hand out to her, helping her stand up off the ground. “How could I pass up a chance to spend time with you?”

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They took the limo Seth had been using to drive people more famous than he could ever hope to be. Gemma sat in the back, lounging on the long seats as she listened to how Seth had tried and failed to write jokes today.

“You think too much,” she said with such finality that he almost didn’t question it.

But instead he let out a “...Huh?”

“You’re in your head! Seth, you’re like the funniest person I know. But for some reason you don’t believe that.”

He was lucky that he was turned towards the road because the blush that came over his face was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. He cleared his throat and said, “I wish I could have an audience filled with people like you.”

“You’ll have one of me, at least. You know I’ll be there.”

“Really...?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

His blush only deepened. “Thanks, Iowa.”

——

After eating and driving back to their apartment building, Seth parked the limo and turned to Gemma. He gave her a playful smile then climbed through the divider, falling to the floor of the limo with a thud.

“You could have just used the door!”

“Don’t rob me of my Mission Impossible moment, Gem,” he said, brushing his shirt off and sitting next to her.

Gemma stretched her arms above her head and laid down on the bench seat, her head resting on his lap. Instinctively, his fingers found her hair as he began combing through it lightly. The gentle sigh that fell from her lips was all the encouragement he needed. She smiled up at him and the moment was too tender, too intimate that he was looking for a distraction.

He reached out and flipped the switch to open the sun roof- the night sky appearing above them. She turned her attention from him to the stars. They sat in comfortable silence, his fingers still absentmindedly weaving through her hair.

“Seth,” she said quietly, sweetly.

“Hmm?”

She sat up to look him in the eyes. “This was the best part of my day.”

He snorted, obviously sure that she was joking.

“I’m serious!” she insisted, lacing her fingers in his. “This is the most comfortable, relaxed, and happy I’ve been since I woke up.”

“Well I’m.... I’m glad I was a part of it.”

She giggled. “I’m just going to have to say it outright, huh?”

“Say what?”

“You’re the reason I’m so happy.”’

His mouth opened and closed a few times as his brain tried to process what she was saying. She watched him with an amused smile on her face before slowly leaning in and kissing him lightly on the cheek. Then again on his nose. And finally... their lips connected.

Gemma’s arms went around his shoulders and looped together behind his head. His large palms laid flat on her back, holding her close to him. The gentle touches, the raw emotion between them was new and exciting but also a lot to handle for him. Seth pulled away for a second, searching her face for any indication of regret. All he saw was contentment, calmness, and adoration.

“All good?”

“Yeah, uh... yes,” he stammered. “I just can’t believe this is my life right now.”

“I’m making out with a hot comedian in the backseat of a limo. I can’t believe this is my life either.”

“A hot comedian?”

She playfully rolled her eyes and pulled him towards her again. He let out a surprised sound and she laughed breathlessly against his lips. If this were his last day on Earth, he could definitely die happy.

[lolablackwrites]

Notes: Hey look, I’m back from the writing dead! This takes place in my Red Carpet Diaries “The Boxer” AU as well as the Guarded Hearts universe, as well as my Writer’s Retreat AU. It’s a side piece of what’s going on with Frankie after her phone call with Alice in Part 39 of Guarded Hearts. Hope you enjoy it! CW: mild references to sexual assault/#MeToo movement Tag List: This is probably hugely out of date but it’s my last list I had for The Boxer so that’s where we are. @mfackenthal @thefirstcourtesan @enmchoices @bruhvs @maxattack-powell @hhiggs @tmarie82 @mrswalkerwritesagain @bobasheebaby @choicesficwriterscreations

[ernestsinclairs]

we’re gettin fUckIng MARRIED in this house!

[sadgirllovesmusic]

This is the suit you wear to your own wedding😒😒

[chantelle-x0x]

I never romanced Seth or Teja, but they was done so dirty smh

[boneandfur]

Seth Levine x MC moodboard

For my "totally accidental drabble" NSFW ABC that takes place between books 1 & 2 of RCD

FC for MC (Zsa Zsa) is Halston Sage.

Teaser:

"Calm down, you're so tense." Seth lifts their interlaced hands, kissing the back of Zsa Zsa's. Her nails are perfect French tips and her hair is freshly bleached, Marilyn white-gold. "Don't worry, Iowa. That number makes you look like the mistress of Edgarino, Duke of Penumbria." He winks, pulling her so close that her ass is pressed flush up to his lower abdomen in the elevator.

If anyone were to look in, they'd see Seth leaning against the back of the elevator, his hands on Zsa Zsa's hips as she pretends to adjust the strap of her heel, subtly grinding into his hard length. The vintage sixties mod dress and heels are more Hollywood glam than Vegas glitz.

The last time she was here was with Matt, after all. Seth tries not to think about that, if he's honest with himself. He wouldn't mind a romp in the sack with both of them, but Zsa Zsa would have to be off limits to Matt. He doesn't want to think too closely about why that is, anymore than he wants this slow, exquisite torture to stop.

Seth is normally a boob man, but when her ass is pressed so tightly up against him in the elevator, he's an ass man. He's half tempted to slam on the buttons and hijack the elevator for fifteen or twenty minutes just so he can get on his knees and pray at the Church of Zsa Zsa, and he almost does, too, but Zsa Zsa stands back up, and Seth's hands reluctantly move up from her hips to her shoulders, gentlemanly and safe.

She lifts her curls, shifting her hair to one side, and he catches a whiff of her perfume, smoky with just a hint of spice. Trying to be someone older, more worldly. It makes him sad and he doesn't know why, so instead he buries his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her body heat, feeling his length stirring again, craving the rapture that he knows lies between her thighs.

"What? Do I smell funny?" Zsa Zsa sniffs her armpits, screwing up her button nose.

Seth hums in contentment, and wraps his arms around her. The scent of her skin reminds him of the myrtle that grew in the kibbutz in Israel that he visited as a child, the year his uncle Reuben got married.

"Who's this guy again, and why is going to his wedding so important?" Because he wants to strip this little dress off in the privacy of their hotel room, and explore the landscape of Zsa Zsa with his tongue.

Zsa Zsa turns her head, just, and opens her lips to answer, but then a cool blonde with a thick European accent gets on the lift, elbow held tight by a scowling dark haired man in designer denim that costs more than both his and Zsa Zsa's rent combined.

"Ugh, I can't believe I have to share this elevator with such common riff-raff." The woman sneers, jade-green eyes looking both Seth and Zsa Zsa up and down in such a manner that makes him take Zsa Zsa's hand protectively, erotic daydreams forgotten. "Walker, I think I need to speak to the manager. Be a darling and call the desk for me, won't you?"

[itsstillnotwhatyouthink]

Margaritas!

A/N: This is for @blackcatkita‘s margarita challenge.  It is seriously just a tiny little drabble of nothingness.

Word Count: 381

Pairing: Seth Levine x MC (RCD)

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“Will you marry me?”

Your brain screeched to a halt at the sight of Seth down on one knee in the sand.  Wait. Seth was on one knee.  In the sand.  He just proposed?  Holy shit! He just proposed! YES YES YES! Of course I’ll marry you Seth!  We should celebrate! We need

“MARGARITAS!”

“Margaritas” Seth repeated. “I ask you to marry me and all you can say is margaritas?”

You looked at him with a confused expression and blinked a few times when it finally dawned on you that you hadn’t actually answered him out loud.  “Oh, I didn’t answer you did I?”

“Nope.”

“Of course I’ll marry you, Seth!”  You ran over and jumped into his arms planting a searing kiss on his lips.  “Now for the margaritas.”

A few short minutes later, you had secured a couple of pitchers of mango margarita for your friends.

“What is this abomination?” Seth wrinkled his nose as he stared at the pitcher.  “I thought you were getting margaritas?”

“Have you never seen mango margaritas?  Weren’t you a bartender?  HOW?”  You stared.  The shock apparent on your face.

“Of course I have, but mango margaritas are not real margaritas.  Gotta stick to the original.  It’s a good thing you are cute, Iowa because this level of offense usually requires a sacrifice to the tequila gods.  In the form of shots.  I am willing to overlook this discretion, however, for the right price.”  He gives you a wink.

“Come on, just try it.”  You pour a glass and hand it out to him.

Seth playfully rolls his eyes. “The things I do for you, Iowa.” He takes a small sip and his face lights up.  “I shamefully retract my previous statement, oh margarita goddess, please forgive me.  This is actually really good.”  

“You are forgiven.  Just remember this after we are married, I am always right.”  You walk up and place your hand on his chest before giving him a long slow kiss.

“Yes, ma’am,” Seth agrees as he eagerly returns your kiss.

“Hey! Can you guys not make out for like five seconds? It's time for some volleyball!”  Matt yelled causing the two of you to jump apart.  You both let out a giggle as you ran over to join your friends. 

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Tags:   @bobasheebaby @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @blackwidow2721 @mrsnazario1223  @blackcatkita @katurrade @riseandshinelittleblossom @cocomaxley @ao719 @hopefulmoonobject @darley1101

[cheesysand]

no offense but seth is definitely a sagittarius sun with a libra moon

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Between the Snowflakes

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

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC) Book: Red Carpet Diaries (Early Book 3) Word Count: ~500 Rating: General: no warnings Prompts: @choicesdecember2022 the one I love, @choicesrcd2022 image prompt + wonder, @choicesflashfics “Seeing you happy is all that matters.”, @choicesholidays "I’m so glad we found each other"

Synopsis: Thomas and Alex head to Lake Tahoe to celebrate their engagement.

She laced her fingers with his over the shifter, shaking her head at her friends' replies. They didn't see what she saw, but that was okay. They didn't need to.

His black car drifted lazily through the winding mountain roads, allowing them time to enjoy the journey as glistening white crystals fell around them, peppering their path.

Her stomach fluttered as his thumb caressed along her hand. She chewed her lip, biting back her growing smile as her gaze shifted to the diamond ring on her finger.

The last few weeks had been a whirlwind. What had started as a fun vacation with friends between films turned into a near-devastating tragedy that resulted in an impromptu engagement. It may not have been what either she or Thomas would have planned, but neither regretted taking that next step together. Thomas had even proposed a second time to ensure she knew it wasn't a rash decision. 

She signed happily, her gaze drifting between him and the snow as they continued forward. Lake Tahoe was their place. It was where they had first escaped to in order to explore their feelings in private. It was where they grew closer and began the first chapter of their forever. So it would be where they officially celebrated their engagement and where Alex hoped they'd return one day to get married. 

There was something about the snow that always captivated her. It began when she was a child and had only grown with her. The wonder and excitement of that first perfect snow. The glistening flakes fluttering down until the dark and barren land birthed a winter wonderland where all suddenly seemed possible.

It wasn't something she could explain, but rather, something that had to be experienced to be understood. 

He lifted her hand, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. The warmth of his breath lingered on her skin. "A penny for your thoughts?"

"I'm just happy," she admitted contentedly. "The world is full of so much potential and beauty. If you stop and take even just a moment to appreciate the small things around you, you can truly see all the wonder the world has to offer." Her nose scrunched as she smiled wide, lost between the snowflakes guiding their path. She shook her head, trying to pull herself back from her dreamy appreciation of the season. "Anyway... thank you for indulging me. I know the snow isn't for everyone."

"If it's important to you, it's important to me, Alex." He offered her hand a gentle squeeze. "Seeing you happy is all that matters to me."

She tipped her head back against the headrest, her gaze tracing down his features. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," he admitted. "You see hope everywhere and in everyone, even in me. I can only try to be worthy of that and be the man you deserve."

"You already are. You are the one I love. You're everything I need and could want. I’m so glad we found each other. As long as we have each other, the world will always be filled with hope and wonder as we write each page of our lives together."

His thumb brushed beneath her ring, his lips pulling up. "Together," he agreed as they continued forward hand in hand, their future entirely their own.

Thank you for reading this drabble. I hope you enjoyed it if you made it this far. Thank you for any and all support. I am eternally grateful to everyone who interacts with my writing especially Thomas and Alex.

💖💖💖

[ernestsinclairs]

I caved and just started Red Carpet Diaries, who should I be romancing? 😂👀

OoOf, this got lost in my inbox. Sorry!

I’m literally so torn between Matt and Thomas Hunt, and I don’t know your sexuality, so I just wrote up this handy dandy chart:

MATT: Rich, sweet and hot as hell, stays true to his roots, sadly has a weird mustache, but good overall. 8/10

SETH: Funny as hell, closest thing you’re going to get to Chris Pratt in the looks department in choices. 8/10

VICTORIA: Iconic as f***, Hollywood legend, super hot, I’m straight but goddamn wow, oh btw, she’s so paywalled it’s not funny. 7/10 (for amount of paywalling)

TEJA: Despite me mispronouncing her name for two books, she’s sweet, doesn’t take it against me, work ethic out of this world, mwah. 9/10

THOMAS: Super hot Bertrand. Thank u, next. 10/10

[sadgirllovesmusic]

The only good thing about this book was Seth and Mc's Relationship💙💜😭

[alj4890]

Day 4: Travel

Choices Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week

(Seth Levine x MC*Jessica Clarke) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries Drabble (Taking place between books 1 and 2 before Jessica moved out of her cheap apartment)

Prompt: "Can we go ice skating?" "It's 70 degrees, where are we going to find ice?"

Song inspiration: Walking In a Winter Wonderland by Darlene Love

Rating G for nothing but Fluff

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

Masterlist

Hollywood Magic

Jessica sniffed as she finished trimming her tiny tree. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gazed at the pitiful little thing.

"You look like you should be Charlie Brown's tree."

Taking a stuttered breath, she tried to calm down before answering her door.

"Ho Ho Ho! Merry Chris-why are you crying?" Seth came in, arms filled with presents, and kicked the door shut.

Jessica shrugged. She swiped up a dish towel to wipe her face.

Seth set the gifts down on her kitchen table. He folded his arms and waited for her to explain.

She ignored the silent prompt and began to search for something to drink.

"You want anything?" She asked.

"Yeah." He replied. "I want to know why you're crying."

"Well I want to know why you're wearing a Santa hat." She quipped back. "I guess life is full of unsolved mysteries."

"Nice try, Iowa. But there can only be one comedian in this apartment building." He spread his arms out with a grin. "And you're looking at him."

Jessica rolled her eyes as she brushed past him to sit on the loveseat.

Seth pulled his hat off with a deep, over exaggerated sigh.

Plopping down next to her, he set his arm around her shoulders.

Tears began to fall freely once again.

"Will my work never cease?" He grumbled playfully. "Hey Jess?"

She looked up at him.

"What do you call a kid who doesn't believe in Santa?"

Her brow furrowed. "I don't know."

"A Rebel Without a Claus."

A heartbeat of silence fell between them before a tearful laugh slipped out.

"Whew. I was worried I had lost my touch there." He gently shook her. "What's going on?"

"I guess I'm homesick." She mumbled, dabbing at her eyes.

She then narrowed them at the sunshine spilling in through the windows. It was so... unnatural.

"I've never had a Christmas without my mom or snow."

"Ah yes." Seth pulled her closer. "Who can forget freezing your extremities off while shoveling snow for five months of the year?"

Jessica laughed, settling her head upon his shoulder. "We always got the biggest tree we could find on old Mr. Winslow's lot. Then we'd pull out the ornaments passed down through our family and tell the same stories we tell every year about them."

"Hard same, but with a menorah." He quipped. "Nothing like polishing great Uncle Morty's for eight crazy nights."

Jessica chuckled. "Then we'd bake goodies for all our friends and neighbors. There'd be caroling."

"Sugar comas while singing in below zero temperatures." He smiled when she laughed again.

"There'd always be a group of us who would go ice skating on Christmas Eve." She continued. "Then we'd hurry home, nearly numb from the cold to sip hot chocolate by the fire."

"Now there's a thought." Seth turned towards her. "How about a date tonight, Iowa?"

"Um," Jessica replied, a little surprised by the abrupt change in topic, "okay."

"Can we go ice skating?" He asked.

She stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "I don't know if the heat has gotten to you, but it's 70 degrees here, where are we going to find ice?"

His smile grew. "Oh Iowa. You're in the city where the magic never stops." He got up, pulling her to her feet. "Go wash that beautiful face of yours. We are going to do one of your holiday traditions tonight.

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

"Welcome to Pershing Square's Holiday Ice Rink!" Seth gestured out where people were gliding along to music.

Jessica blinked, trying to take in the sight of an outdoor ice rink in downtown Los Angeles.

"How?" She asked.

"Magic." Seth replied.

"Sure, but seriously. How??? It was almost ninety degrees out today!"

"Oh Jess. We don't do science here." He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked over to a skate rental booth. "I mean, I'm sure whoever runs this does. But we locals--"

"You are from Ohio." Jessica reminded him.

"I've been here long enough for the sun to burn away all those Midwest winters." He winked at her. "Anyway, we don't ask questions. We put on our skates and rock out to whatever DJ HowLy puts on."

"Walking in a Winter Wonderland is something you rock out too?" Jessica teased.

"We rock out when it's a remix of Darlene Love's version." He knelt down to tie her skates.

Jessica felt her loneliness begin to lessen as she watched him. Her heart ached over how sweet he was in trying to bring a holiday tradition from home to life out here amongst the palm trees.

He took her hand, smiled at her, and tugged her out onto the ice. He then let her go.

"Okay Iowa, let's see what all those years of ice skating taught you."

Jessica's smile made his heart race. He still couldn't believe someone like her was always ready to go out with him. After the unexpected success of her first film, he'd thought she would consider him a part of her past.

Instead, she acted as if nothing big had happened to her. She was still that sweet, gorgeous, incredibly talented girl who'd been completely lost in the big city six months earlier.

He whistled when she began to skate, doing elegant twirls and jumps around him.

"All right. You passed the test." He held his hand out to her. "I believe this is a couple's only skate."

"Oh?" Jessica pretended to think about it. With a huge smile, she took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "Then we shouldn't break the rules."

He squeezed her hand as they skated, both belting the lyrics to songs as loud as they could, laughing the whole time.

"You know?" Jessica cut her eyes towards him. "I like this couple's only idea."

"You do, huh?"

She nodded.

He stopped them off to the side of the rink.

"Anyone in particular you'd like to be the other half of your couple?"

She lowered her eyes while a pretty blush made her cheeks rosy.

"I had a few ideas." She looked up at him. "But clearly there's only one that will do."

"A few ideas?" Seth felt the wind get knocked out of him. "Wh-wh-who is it?"

He knew she and Matt Rodriguez made their love scenes in Tender Nothing's look like the real deal. Plus he'd seen how close she was to Teja and Victoria. Then seeing Thomas Hunt talking to her after the premiere revealed a lot potential romance there. He didn't stand a chance against any of them. Not only was he not in the same league with them, it wasn't even the same universe!

Jessica skated forward, pinning him between the barrier and her body.

"It's you, you dope." She draped her arms around his neck. "Who else has gone out of their way so many times to make me stop crying and encourage me?"

His smile reappeared. "You are pretty lucky, aren't you?"

He held her close as he sought her lips.

She hummed her agreement in the midst of it.

Her eyebrow raised in expectation once the kiss ended.

Seth took her hand again and pulled her back out on the rink.

"Yes, you are very lucky, Iowa." He continued. "But nowhere near as lucky as me."

[argylemnwrites]

Playoffs? Don’t Talk About The Playoffs! Playoffs?!

All my appreciation to @bayleedrawsx​ for the rapid turnaround on this wonderful piece! I completely adore it!

I know that RCD is a long-dead part of the fandom, but something about having both my Vikings and the Bengals in the playoffs this year left me wanting to “check in” on Seth and Jessica, so to speak.

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“That’s a hold! How’d they miss that?”

“Iowa, you’re just looking for excuses. We both know that my team is the one that actually has a chance at the Superbowl.”

“We’ve got more wins! Same record essentially.”

“With a negative point differential. Just wait until-”

“Seth Parker-Levine, you are the most annoying fair weather fan I’ve ever met! You barely even liked football before last season. Now you’re talking about point differentials like you understand anything about this sport.”

“You’re just deflecting.”

“Try sticking with a team through a 3 and 13 season, then you can attempt to trash talk me. Not after deciding you actually do care about your hometown team right after a Superbowl appearance.”

“Nah, I’m good. The Bengals still have enough of that underdog spirit left.”

“But you don’t get to retroactively claim any of that spirit!”

“I thought we’d decided we were both going to cheer for the Vikings and the Bengals unless they both made the Superbowl.”

“You started this whole debate!”

“Only because you take this all way too seriously. It’s my job as your husband to lighten the mood when the Vikings are playing. Otherwise, this season would have given you insane blood pressure issues.”

“No, that was last year. I’m fine when we’re winning the close games.”

“Really? That’s the word you’re using? ‘Fine?’”

“Yes, so save any lightening the mood for the losses.”

“I’m honored to hear my efforts are that successful.”

“Well, they serve as a good distraction from the inevitable agony at the very least.”

“I’ll take it, Iowa. I’ll take it.”

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

The Bogart Diaries #30: April Showers

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer] [The Bogart Diaries]

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex (F!OC) Other Characters: Bogart Hunt (dog), Addison Sinclair, Seth Levine Book: Red Carpet Diaries Word Count:  ~600 Rating: General: Fluff, pet fic

Synopsis: Bogart gets a new raincoat and Alex is ready to go try it out.

"Smile!" Alex modeled, following her own instructions as she held her phone up.

"What?"

She snapped the photo just as the black lab turned his head toward the sound of Thomas's voice. "Not you! Bogart!" Her head tilted to the side as she considered the image on her screen. "Still adorable! It actually works!"

"What is Bogart wearing?" Thomas questioned, his brows turning inward as his gaze fell to the black lab in the bright yellow raincoat, his tail beating happily against the floor. 

"Isn't it the cutest!?" Alex marveled, giving the playful pup a scratch on his head. "Addi made it for him."

"Why?"

Alex shook her head as if the question need not be answered. "So he doesn't get wet when we go for a walk in the rain, obviously."

"He's...he's a dog." Thomas sighed, knowing that argument never worked. "He plays in the water and mud on sunny days. Now, in the rain, you hope he'll stay dry?"

"Exactly." She nodded enthusiastically.

"That's illogical and with you, highly improbable."

Her mouth fell open in mock protest.

"I love you, Alex; however, you see a storm and find it necessary to dance in the rain, recreate cliche moments, jump in the puddles, and generally act as though there is not a care in the world."

She shrugged guiltily, chewing her lower lip. "You say that as though you've not had fun when you've indulged me."

After a moment of careful consideration, he continued. "That is not in question; rather, the fact that Bogart is very much your dog. Bogart staying clean in the rain with you, raincoat or not, is improbable. I'd venture to even say impossible."

"Ha!" Alex's eyes widened as her smile grew. "That just shows you. The word—impossible—itself says 'I'm possible."

Thomas couldn't help but return her warm smile as he reached to cradle her jaw, drawing her nearer as he brushed a kiss on her forehead. "We shall see, my love."

"Yes, we shall!" She leaned into his touch, kissing the palm of his hand. "Okay, let's go." Alex turned away quickly, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips as she ran toward the door, Bogart following close behind.

A Short While Later...

Thomas stood on the covered porch of their home with warm towels as the rain danced along the roof to a peaceful melody.

Alex and Bogart trudged their way back across the yard. Both were completely soaked and each with their fair share of mud.

"This proves nothing." Alex frowned, climbing the steps of the porch as the storm continued around them.

"Of course not," he agreed, handing her a towel. The back of his hand caressed softly across her cool, wet cheek. "I'm certain there is a story here, some unavoidable tale of necessity that led to your current condition."

Her eyes narrowed as her lips pressed into an innocent smirk; he really did know her too well. "Maybe..."

Bogart lept up the steps, waiting until he was safely concealed from the storm before shaking his body, sending droplets of rain and mud drifting in all directions.

Alex hid her laughter behind her hands as Bogart plopped down beside them, panting merrily, unaware of the mess he had just made. She held her towel out toward Thomas. "I think you might—" She brushed the fabric across his cheek. "You've got a little mud right there and here—" She draped her arms around his neck, further soaking him as the water from her own raincoat fell onto him. She pulled back ever so slightly, her fingers teasing the hair on the nape of his neck, "Now, what did I say before about you and Bogart getting in all kinds of trouble when it rains? You really need to set a better example for him than to get all wet and dirty. I thought we talked about this."

"Is that how you remember it going?" His hands settled on her hips, holding her against him. It was too late now to resist, and he had no desire to do so. He was different with her. He was different because of her and he was all the better for it. Wherever this journey took him, he knew he'd never regret a single moment as long as she was beside him.

A/N: I cannot remember where I got that reference dog photo 🙈 I saved it ages ago. I tried to reverse Google Search it, but it didn't come back with any results. I'm so sorry!!!

A/N#2:: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this silly little story. I can't get enough of this dog. I really hold back, because I would write him every day lol

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Downmarket - Seth x MC

Summary: Seth and MC (Jessica) share a moment on the rooftop of their building.

Notes: This is a rewrite of the scene between Seth and MC at the beginning of Chapter 9. It bothered me that Seth referred to himself as being a “downmarket love interest” and MC just breezed past that comment . . . so I fixed it 😁

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Jessica pushed open the door to the roof and found Seth sitting near the edge of the roof. She felt the same nervous flutter she always felt when she saw him, mad butterflies that had only gotten more frantic after their kiss at the private club.

“Hey, Seth,” Jessica said as she sat beside him. He glanced over, and smiled, but the expression stopped at his eyes which were filled with sadness.

“Sure it’s safe to sit so close?” Seth joked. “Those paparazzi have very advanced telephoto lenses these days. I’d hate for you to end up in the tabloids linked to a ‘downmarket love interest.’”

“Hey,” Jessica said, but Seth didn’t look at her. “Hey!” Seth finally glanced over at her, the humor gone from his face. Jessica reached over and took him by the hand, relief blooming in her chest when he squeezed her fingers in return. “There is nothing downmarket about you.”

“But--”

“Nothing.”

Seth wagered a small smile and sighed, lacing his fingers between hers. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be a jerk. I am so proud of you for getting this huge opportunity so quickly.” He reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear with his free hand, letting his fingertips trail along her jaw. “I think you’re so amazing and I’m glad the rest of the world will get to see you like I see you.”

“But . . .” Jessica prompted.

“No, no buts,” Seth said. He sighed again as he let his hand fall from her face. “If I’m being totally honest, part of me is jealous at how fast you’ve made it.”

“Seth, you’ll make it. You’re so funny, it’s only a matter of time,” Jessica insisted. Seth smiled and squeezed her hand.

“I hope you’re right. And I know I’m paying my dues, I’m just impatient, you know?” Seth said. “But, hey,” he said, the smile returning to his face. “All this due paying will make great fodder for when I’m eventually on the talk show circuit like you.”

Jessica grinned. “Now you’ve got me thinking that I should’ve turned down this movie role.”

“Don’t you dare!” Seth chastised as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “You’re like Lana Turner, discovered at a malt shop. Now that’s the stuff of Hollywood legends.” He paused for a moment, searching her face intently. “You know I’m really happy for you, right? I don’t want my little pity party to take away from your moment in the spotlight. I’m so proud of you and I hope you’re proud of yourself, too. And when your movie comes out, I promise to buy a ticket every day for at least a month.”

Jessica laughed. “A month seems a bit excessive.”

Seth sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, six months. Twist my arm, why don’t you?” he said. Jessica grinned and leaned in towards him. “Wait, are you sure, Iowa?” Seth asked. “I’m pretty sure the paparazzi are still down there . . . are you really ready to commit to going downmarket?”

“I’ll just tell them I’m slumming,” Jessica said, her lips brushing against his. “It’ll be my thing.”

Seth smiled and pinched her side, tickling her and making her squirm with laughter. Then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently. Alone on the rooftop with Seth, Jessica felt sure that she had never been this happy before in her life.

[ernestsinclairs]

The Downfall of Viktor Montmartre

CRACK/SATIRE FIC BECAUSE I HATE THIS MOTHERF****ER

Viktor Montmartre sauntered through the doors of his LA office and plopped down into his Versace alligator skin chair. It had been exactly $62,345.90 including tax, and he’d printed the price out onto a sticker and stuck it onto the chair to remind him of how rich he was.

Leland St. James suddenly popped up on the 60-inch Plexiglass TV. Viktor smirked, then turned the volume up.

“Stunning new allegations against Viktor Montmartre!” the annoying, weasel faced man squealed. “More allegations of sexual harassment, reckless endangerment, negligence, and all around, just being a total douche!”

“WHAT?!?” Viktor screamed, throwing the remote down on a panda skin rug. “HOW, HOW-”

Suddenly the phone rang. Enraged, he yanked it up, nearly ripping it by the cord.

“This is Edgar, your lawyer,” came a voice on the other end.

“I know who you are, Edgar! I’m the one who hired you! Now what is it?! And go sue that Leland St. James! He snaked me!”

“About that, boss, sorry.”

Viktor shut up for a moment, his jaw hanging open. He suddenly looked very very stupid.

“Edgar, what do you-”

“You ain’t getting out of this one Viktor. Damn, boy, you are screwed. There’s nothing I can do. Bye.”

Viktor Montmartre screamed in fury and threw the entire telephone on the floor where it promptly shattered into a million pieces. He felt slightly better.

“And more news about Thomas Hunt’s sexy new piece, The Duchess!” Leland St. James quipped from the safety of the TV. “It’s on track to outpace Double Agent by Tommy Phelps! It’s expected to open at $652 million, and . . . well . . .”

Leland looked down at a piece of paper.

“Well, Double Agent’s expected to make . . . you know what, I’m not even going to say that number. yIKES.”

A laugh track played. Viktor Montmartre screamed some more.

“TIFFANY!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. Almost instantly, a timid looking assistant appeared, clutching a clipboard.

“FIX THIS!”

“Fix what?” she stammered, looking very frightened. “There’s a lot of problems to fix.”

“LIKE WHAT?!” Viktor roared, launching a Grammy award that was nearby at his Oscar award shelf. It missed and took of the head of the Chris Hemsworth cardboard cutout instead.

“There’s really no good way to say it, so . . .”

Tiffany paused and braced herself.

“Sir . . . your nudes leaked.”

“MY WHAT?!”

“Your nudes? Remember you sent them to that Playboy model? Yeah, well, she leaked.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?!?” Viktor howled, launching another Grammy award. This one found its mark, and an entire shelf of Oscars tumbled.

“And the police might be here. I thought I’d let you know.”

“AND WHAT DID YOU DO ABOUT THAT?!” 

“Oh, I brewed them some coffee. I told them I’d add some creamer if they backed off.”

“Did they?” Viktor Montmartre asked hopefully.

“No.”

An entire of squadron of police suddenly burst in, a siren blaring behind them. Somehow, they had managed to get a police car all the way up fifty floors.

“HOW THE FUCK DID THAT GET HERE?” Viktor shrieked, pointing at the police car.

“You had the elevators modified, sir,” Tiffany answered quickly. “Remember? When Priya Lacroix came to visit and she wanted the elevators bigger so she could have orgies in them?”

“Oh, right,” Viktor said, remembering. “She was hot. And scary.”

There was suddenly some commotion from the back, and the police parted like the Red Sea. Thomas Hunt rolled in a skateboard, sipping a glass of scotch, oozing sexiness like a beehive oozed honey.

“So nice to see you, Viktor,” he drawled. Tiffany looked at him and sighed lustfully.

“Just wanted to give you this.”

He took out a bundle of ‘The Duchess’ premiere tickets out of his pocket and proceeded to make it rain.

“I hope they’ll let you out of jail for this,” he drawled some more. “Only entertainment, now that you’re going to prison.”

Viktor burst into angry tears and Thomas Hunt rolled away without a care in the world.

“Viktor Montmartre, you are under arrest,” said a rather stupid looking brunette police officer. Viktor looked at him. His name tag was backwards and said “Yffud”.

“YFUDD? I’M GETTING ARRESTED BY A GUY NAMED YFUDD?!” Viktor wailed.

The policeman cowered, awkwardly handing the handcuffs to another officer.

“It’s Duffy, sir, Duffy.”

A slick looking man in an Armani suit and a lawyer’s briefcase than strode in, flashing a white business card with silver lettering at everyone.

“I’m the lawyer from Raines Corporation,” he stated flatly. “Viktor, we’re suing you for copying our lobby design.”

Viktor screamed in rage and proceeded to hurl a bonsai tree out the window. A policeman attempted to catch it, but happened to fall out with it.

The police marched the screaming man out the main lobby, with the Raines Corp. lawyer taking photos of every single lobby detail, every single chair, every single streak of window polish.

Outside, the media had gathered like a swarm.

“Mr. Montmartre, is it true you sexually harassed women?” Ana de Luca demanded, pressing a microphone to his mouth. Viktor just cried as he was hauled off to jail.

All around the country that night, the country rejoiced. Matt Rodriguez rejoiced right before the surgeon put him under. Rising director, Teja Desai, danced so excitedly she knocked coffee into the face of comedian, Seth Levine. Harvey Weinstein’s lawyer cursed and said, “Goddamn, there’s two of them.”

Leland St. James and Tiffany the assistant continued their torrid love affair, having threesomes with a local waiter named Daniel. Officer Yffud went looking for a new job. The lawyer from Raines Corporation went off for his meeting with Senator Vega. He didn’t return, but it was okay. Everyone hates lawyers. No one cares about lawyers.

All was good in the world that night. 

@katurrade