#rcd seth

Use this time to work toward your dreams. What do you have to do to achieve them? Set small goals and when you’re ready and up to it.... go for it! (It doesn’t have to be everyday, letting yourself rest is just as important to achieving your dreams. Your mental health is important too!)

It got better

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‘Still can’t believe that my RCD LI basically has nothing to do with planning our wedding’

A/N: Dedicated to the bff @alj4890 who has been dealing with things I’m unsure how any human being can function at this point but—this ones for you, A! Feel better ASAP! I need chapters 👀🙊😂💀JK [ish]

Pairing: Thomas x Amanda [OC], Matt x Addison, Ryan x Holly [platonic], Seth x Jessica [implied]

Guys, 1) I’ve NEVER played RCD so uhm go easy on me. If the characters are off, sorry 😬. It’s my first time writing for them. And 2) Last time I played laser tag was back in elementary school 👀🙊😂. I’m going off of pure memory in this.

Since shifting the car into park, his only thought is the innate desire to run...

From the people he foolishly acquainted himself with to the frivolous building he found himself walking through with its dingy doors.

“Hey! Look who made it!”

“Ryan,” Thomas’s voice devoid of emotion, “Was this necessary?” He gestures to the dim lighting in the room.

The actor doesn’t notice Thomas’s scowl at the friendly arm around his shoulder.

“Very,” Ryan simply said.

5 MINUTES LATER

“Ready?,” Matt asks no one in particular.

“Been,” Seth is the first to answer.

Thomas shakes his head at seeing the solemn look on the comedian’s face.

“Let’s goooo!,” Chadley shouted, sprinting out of the room.

“I’m coming for you Holly,” Ryan hovers over the bench, his eyes fixate on the exit door as he double-knotted the laces to his sneakers.

Thomas disregards the competitive spirit in the room, carefully placing his cufflinks into an assigned locker, he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.

“Just so you are aware,” he calmly states, “I will be removing you all from my life when this is over.”

10 MINUTES LATER

“Go, go, go!”

Matt whispers to the four men crouched behind him save for the bored director at the end of the line who stood tall, scanning his email.

“Thomas!,” Ryan pulls on his arm as they inch closer to a corner.

“He’s going to get us killed,” Seth muttered.

“And become a hero,” Thomas said, his voice mildly amused.

Matt ignores the conversation and motions with his hand for the dysfunctional team to move forward.

15 MINUTES LATER

“You’re brilliant,” Holly’s eyes begin to moisten despite the commotion surrounding her.

The compliment does little to slow down the usually calm blonde who has become a ball of energy, quickly helping Amanda with her gear.

“We have to hurry!,” Addison exclaimed, her voice low on purpose.

“Remind me again,” Amanda is barely able to get the words out before a weapon is thrust into her hands, “Why did you ask me to keep my visit a secret from Thomas?”

The disturbing grin on Addison’s face did not go unnoticed.

“Addison? Are you okay?,” Amanda asked, she looked between the two women who had recently become close friends on her numerous trips to Hollywood.

“I’m fine.”

“She’s in the zone,” Holly said with a tinge of excitement.

30 MINUTES LATER

“Man down!,” Chadley shouted from an unknown location.

Matt, Ryan, and Seth looked to the direction of his voice.

“Damn it,” Seth groaned.

“I can’t believe I’m asking this but can I leave...now?,” Thomas impatiently asks, noticing the time on the clock nearby.

“No!”

“Ssshh!,” Matt hurries to quiet a panicked Ryan. “They’ll hear us!,” he whispered.

“No one leaves until the timer is through,” he clarifies to an irate Thomas, “The team with most members on the floor in the end, wins.”

“How much time do we have left?,” Ryan searches the nearby walls for the timer.

“20 minutes,” Seth answered. “We’ll have to take one out to at least tie with them.”

45 MINUTES LATER

Amanda crawls behind the make-shift barrier made of old tires, trying her hardest to focus on following the vague instructions given to her by Addison.

“Man down!”

She recognizes the voice belonging to Seth and stops to take shelter behind the dirty tires.

“I’m coming for you, Summers!”

Amanda turns her head to Holly’s voice nearby, hoping to see her or at least another team member.

“Amanda!,” her prayers are answered when Addison suddenly appears next to her, behind the barrier.

“Holly got him!”

“Who?,” Amanda asked.

“Ryan!,” she gives a breathless account of Holly’s heroism.

1 HOUR LATER

With his back against a wall, Matt surveys the seemingly empty floor,

He was the last of his team still standing.

Except, Matt looked back at his only other companion, who was now on the phone.

“Amanda,” Thomas unbothered by the dwindling number of his teammates, “I’m stuck at this ridiculous place,” he continues his message on her voicemail, “But I’m on my way out. Call me when you get this, please.”

“We still have a few minutes left Thomas,” Matt reminded him.

He winces at the outburst of expletives coming from the director’s mouth.

1 ½ HOUR LATER

“Was that Thomas’s voice?,” Amanda eagerly turned with an enthusiasm she didn’t know she possessed. The exhaustion from her red-eye flight was beginning to set in.

Addison pulled her back into their hiding space.

“We’re still tied, Amanda.”

“I know,” she admitted. “We can always come back later and break the tie.”

Amanda attempts to stand from her crouched position before she is pulled back down.

“No!,” Addison’s strength and sheer will caught the Duchess off-guard. She’d never seen the usually level-headed, costume designer in this light.

It was almost frightening, Amanda thought.

1 HOUR 45 MINUTES LATER

“It’s over Matt,” the two remaining team members walk side by side towards the locker room.

“I know,” the actor accepted somewhat begrudgingly.

“Actually…,” a voice from behind surprises the two men as Matt feels the gear strapped to his chest power down, “We still have about two minutes left.”

Addison lifts her hands up in superiority, celebrating her team’s victory while jumping over Matt in excitement. He covered his ears in an attempt to protect himself from hearing loss at her squeals echoing the room.

Her solo party is quickly cut short when she feels the neon gear attached to her upper body power down.

Both Addison and Matt look to Thomas, lowering the laser-gun in his hand, face devoid of emotion.

“You were the last one Ms. Sinclair,” he said, tossing the gun away.

“I’m leaving now.”

He turns in the direction of the exit, ignoring the celebration Matt was now having, when Amanda suddenly walks in.

Thomas narrowed his eyes, skeptical of his eyesight. He blinks a few times, confident the enclosed space he had been trapped in for the past hour was now making him delirious.

“Hello Mr. Hunt,” she playfully greeted.

Amanda can’t help her smile, watching the realization dawn on the features of Thomas’s handsome face.

It couldn’t be, he thought to himself, yet he found his pace quickening towards her.

Or someone who bore a striking resemblance to Amanda.

It isn’t long before the long-distance couple is reunited with Thomas immediately pulling her to him in a loving embrace.

“I’ve been calling you all afternoon!”

Amanda gave him a remorseful shrug.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

The knowing smirk on his face brings a faint blush to the Duchess’s cheeks.

“Let’s go to my place,” he quickly moves to lead her out.

In the corner of her eye, she spots Addison eyeing the timer just above her head.

“5 seconds, Amanda!,” she shouted.

Thomas, confused by the sudden outburst, turns to look back at her when he sees Matt shaking his head.

“Behind you!,” he yelled to Thomas.

It was too late.

Thomas glances down at the now darkened, unpowered, neon-colored chestplate.

Addison’s celebratory squeals are once again heard throughout the room.

“Suck it Matt!”

“Cheaters!,” he accuses her.

A few feet from the quarreling Rodriguez couple, Thomas stares at the woman who claimed to be in love with him.

“Not you too, Amanda!,” he grumbled.

She sauntered over to him and placed her hands on his broad shoulders. Leaning into him, she briefly gazed into his eyes, her lips inches away from his.

“Surprise, Mr. Hunt,” she purred.