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And Then I Left You

(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda) in a what if to the And Then I Met You

A/N This picks up directly at the end of Chapter 4 with Amanda’s reaction to Thomas’s *cough* dates. Seeing what is going on, someone very close to her decides to intervene and help the two find a way to be together.

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Chapter 5 Strategic Planning

St Orella, Cordonia...

"No." Amanda softly moaned.

Her eyes wouldn't mind her in turning away from something she wished she didn't have to see.

She blindly reached for the remote control to turn the volume up.

Her daydreams and hopes crumbled to dust at seeing the footage of Thomas out with other women.

Gorgeous women.

There's no way I can ever compete with that, she thought. How did I deceive myself into believing I remotely had a chance to be with him?

To fall in love with me?

Blinking back tears she concentrated on the gossip show's host.

Thomas Hunt has been seen recently around town with a different beauty on his arm every night. It seems he is making up for lost time now that The Earl's Undoing script is completed. A source close to Hunt suspects that now that Amanda Bridgerton is back in Cordonia, he is more than ready to find his new personal leading lady.

Amanda dropped her head in her hands.

"What's wrong?"

She looked up to see Drake standing in the doorway with a newly arrived Liam. Both were staring at her in concern.

"Nothing." She forced a smile towards them as she rose to greet Liam. "How are you?"

Liam's eyes were narrowed in concern as he glanced at the television and then back at her face.

It only took seeing the images of Thomas out with various women for Drake to know what was going on.

The three turned toward the sound of Amanda's cell phone vibrating on an end table.

Taking a deep breath she strolled over and hesitated.

Thomas's name and image flashed.

She hit ignore.

"So?" She said a little too brightly. "How have--"

She had to hit ignore again.

"How have you been--"

She hit ignore a third time followed by swiping angrily at the text notifications from Thomas, Holly, and Addison. There was even one from Ryan Summers that she didn't bother to read.

"Would you like a moment alone or--" Drake began.

"Talk to us." Liam urged. "Please."

Turning her phone off, she sat down in a plush chair. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is." Drake argued. "She's in love with--"

"Drake! Don't!"

"Thomas Hunt." He finished, ignoring her outburst. "Once this social season ended, she planned on telling him how she felt."

"I did not! I said I had considered it!" She gestured toward the television. "Now I don't have to. He's not interested."

"You don't know that." Liam argued.

"I think his being with numerous women points directly toward his lack of interest." Amanda’s voice held an unusual amount of bitterness.

Her mind went over the last few weeks of conversations with him.

"Oh no!" Her head dropped once more into her hands.

She had called and texted during some of those dates. How embarrassing to have told him I missed him and he...He hadn't even bothered to tell her he was out with someone else. Not that he needed to, she told herself, but still.

Liam placed his hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing. "Why don't you tell him?"

She laughed bitterly. "Because he clearly has more women than he knows how to handle and I wouldn't do that to you. You have enough scrutiny on you without adding to it a potential suitor desiring some Hollywood mogul." She patted his hand. "Besides, I was going to be the one lady you could use when you needed a break from the overly eager suitors. You won't have to worry about my wanting to be queen."

"I can't ask you to participate if you are in love with--"

"I'm fine." She stood up, dislodging his hand. "I'm better than fine. I know that my feelings are not reciprocated and I can move on from what is probably another crush."

Drake and Liam shared a look before watching her pace and argue the reasons why this was, in the end, a blessing of sorts.

"It's saved me a great deal of embarrassment and future heartache." She told them.

"So, you're fine?" Drake prodded.

"Yes." She said, not quite looking him in the eye.

"And that's why you wouldn't answer his calls? Because you're fine?" He added.

"It would have been rude of me to answer with you and Liam here." She straightened her shoulders. "I do have some manners."

"Uh huh." He quirked an eyebrow at Liam. "What do you think?"

"The lady doth protest too much." The prince responded.

"Liam!" She exclaimed.

Hudson cleared his throat from the doorway. "Forgive me your grace, but there is a Ms. Sinclair on the phone."

"Tell her I am unavailable." Amanda ordered.

"Yes, your grace." He bowed and left the room.

"Now then, what brought you to St Orella?"

"Amanda, you should tell Thomas--" Liam closed his mouth when she glared silently at him. "Actually, we came here to say goodbye."

"Goodbye?" She repeated.

"Maxwell and I are taking Liam out for a bachelor party." Drake explained. "We want to do it now before nobles and the press make it more..."

"Toned down?" Liam offered.

"Yeah."

Amanda easily smiled at that. "Sounds like just what you need. How long will you be gone?"

"Two nights." Liam replied. "I finished with all i needed to do early before the Masquerade Ball."

"Good. You deserve a break before the storm hits." She hugged them both. "Have a wonderful time.”

"We plan on it." Drake replied.

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An hour later, Amanda had curled up on her couch with a bowl of ice cream. She had finally found a movie that wouldn't make her think of Thomas and was just getting through the opening credits, when Hudson walked in once more.

"Lady Beaumont, your grace." He stepped back as a concerned Nadia scurried in.

"I heard about Thomas." She sat down and hugged Amanda. "How are you?"

The duchess had her usual, I'm fine, ready to say...but something about Nadia's earnest worry had her confessing everything.

Nadia accepted the bowl of ice cream Hudson had silently prepared with a brief smile of thanks.

"I can't believe he would choose those women over someone like you." She huffed loyally. "He must not be as smart as I thought."

Amanda swiped angrily at her tears. "You thought he was smart?"

"I," Nadia hesitated, "honestly, I thought he was in love with you."

"You did?” Amanda sat up straighter. “Why?”

"Whenever I saw you together in pictures, he looked so happy having you beside him." Nadia shrugged. "I really thought you had found your soulmate."

"Oh." Amanda's eyes filled with more tears. She too had begun to attach that description to Thomas. "You know what hurts even more?"

Nadia shook her head while wiping her sympathetic tears.

"He didn't tell me he was dating again." Amanda admitted. "I thought we had become such close friends while living together. I told him things I could never talk easily over with Liam or Drake, not even Maxwell." She bit down on her lip as the tears trickled down her cheeks. "Now I see that I wasn't merely foolish for falling in love, but even more so for thinking we were friends."

Nadia let out a sob as she threw her arms around her, hating to see her friend so heartbroken.

"Just wait until he comes to town." She vowed in a trembling voice. "We'll get Olivia and make him wish he had never betrayed your trust!"

Amanda laughed through her tears. "I doubt he would care." She reached for a box of tissues Hudson had quietly placed on the coffee table.

He cleared his throat to get her attention once more. "Her grace, the Duchess of Lythikos is here to see you."

Nadia whooped as she got up to greet Olivia.

"Just who we need!" She hugged the surprised redhead tight.

"Need?" Her frown became fierce when she noticed Amanda's tears. "What happened? Who made you cry?"

Between the two, Amanda and Nadia managed to share what had happened with Thomas.

Glaring at the magazines, Olivia tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair. "What do you want to do to punish him?"

Amanda shook her head. "Nothing. I intend to treat him as he wants." Her chin firmed. "He means nothing more than a work place associate to me now.”

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A few hours later, the royal jet...

"Wooo!" Maxwell pumped his fists in the air. "Look out Vegas! The Cordonians are taking over!"

Drake brought them a round of drinks. He sat down across from Liam and began to argue with Maxwell over what they should do first.

Liam, was studying something on his phone.

Seeing one of his friends so heartbroken had struck a nerve.

The last thing he wanted was to see her lose a chance at real happiness. He had suspected she was falling for the director and he had thought the man was in love with her. The photos and interviews of the two of them revealed, at least in Liam's opinion, how fond the director was of Amanda.

He couldn't allow her stubbornness to destroy a chance to have the one she was meant for.

"Liam?" Maxwell leaned over. "What are you looking at?"

"A slight detour." He slid out of his seat and went to inform his pilots of the first stop he wanted to make.

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Thomas’s home, the next morning...

"I can't believe she won't even accept our calls." Holly muttered.

"I know." Addison sent another text message. "This isn't like Amanda."

"She had to have seen the news story." Holly took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes. "I really wish we had not laid it on so thick about Thomas being down without her."

The two friends jumped when they heard Thomas slam his study door. Without a word, he prepared another pot of coffee.

"You want me to do that, boss?" Holly called out.

"No." He snapped.

"Have you heard from Amanda?" Addison had to fight from cringing when he focused his rage filled eyes upon her. "I needed to ask about if there were anymore paintings of Elizabeth she could..." She trailed off when his expression became darker.

"I have not been in contact with her." He grumbled.

"Oh." Addison slumped once more over a sketch of a day dress she had been working on.

"Her butler said she was unavailable again." She mumbled, causing him to pause in his tracks.

"Then she must be." He bit out.

"Do you think she saw your," Holly cleared her throat nervously, "activities?"

Thomas didn't bother answering. With one last glare he returned to his study.

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Many hours later...

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Drake asked.

"Amanda's temper isn't something I want to experience again." Maxwell shivered. "It might be a rare occurrence but she makes Olivia look like a teddy bear when she finally unleashes it."

"This must be done." Liam replied, knocking on the door.

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

"Oh my gaaaawwwdddd!" Addison stared up at the prince she had only seen pictures of.

Liam turned toward her. "You must be the Ms. Sinclair I have heard so much about."

"You--you have heard--" Addison gaped "about me?! Prince Liam knows me?"

He kissed her hand and bowed. "Forgive us for coming unannounced, but I was hoping to speak to Mr. Hunt. I know he must be busy.” He smiled warmly at her. “I promise we won't take up too much of his time."

"Addison!" Thomas yelled out, "Who in the--" his eyes widened at the three men he instantly recognized on his doorstep.

"Mr. Hunt." Liam bowed his head in greeting. "Please forgive our intrusion, but I was hoping to speak to you on a delicate matter."

"Of course." Thomas ushered the men inside.

Liam greeted a stunned Holly before turning back to the director. "Is there somewhere more private we can talk?"

"We can leave if you need us to." Addison spoke up. "It's getting late anyway and--"

"No need." Thomas waved his hand down a hallway. "We can speak in my study."

Liam followed him, leaving Drake and Maxwell with Addison and Holly.

Once the door was heard clicking shut, the two ladies nearly pounced on the men.

"What is going on?" Holly whispered.

"Is this about Amanda? Thomas's recent dating?" Addison asked in quick succession. "How is she?"

"Well, it's um..." Drake hedged.

"Yep. It's all about them." Maxwell grunted when Drake elbowed him.

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

"May I offer you anything to drink?" Thomas asked.

"No, thank you." Liam sat down across from him. "What I have to say hopefully won't take long."

"Is there a problem with my film crew coming to Cordonia next month?"

"Not at all. The country is excited to see Lady Amanda's novel turned into a movie."

Thomas leaned forward and folded his arms on his desk. "Is something else wrong?" His curiosity turned to concern. "Something hasn't happened to Amanda, has it? I haven't been able to get ahold of her and--"

Liam raised his hand to silence him. "What I have to say does involve her." His typically warm gaze hardened, turning the blue eyes to ice chips. "What is your relationship with Amanda?"

"My relationship?" Thomas uttered in disbelief.

"Yes." Liam snapped. "What is it?"

"We worked together and formed a friendship." Thomas narrowed his eyes at the prince. "Why?"

"Did Amanda ever share with you why she returned to Cordonia earlier than planned?" Liam countered.

"No. Only that she needed to take care of things before the social season began."

Liam's lips eased into a reluctant grin. "She has always been trustworthy."

Thomas lifted his eyebrows in silent question.

"My brother abdicated the throne." Liam explained.

Thomas still was in the dark over what this had to do with Amanda.

"Being Cordonia's future king, I have to take part in choosing a bride." When Thomas still appeared to be perplexed, Liam continued. "One from either the noble ladies of Cordonia or those that come to participate."

Thomas slumped back in his seat, stunned when it hit him. "Amanda is one of your choices?"

"Yes." Liam studied the man closely.

He looked as if his entire world had shifted.

"Given our friendship," Liam added, "I don't want to choose her and force her into giving up someone she cares for...and who in turn wants a future with her."

Thomas rubbed a hand down his face.

All his plans to tell her that she was the only one he wanted were destroyed with one conversation.

Why didn't I tell her? Why did I insist on making certain by going out on dates?

"So I ask you again?" Liam leaned forward. "What is your relationship with Amanda?"

Thomas realized the prince was giving him one last chance. "I'm in love with her."

Liam slowly smiled. "Good. Here's what we will need to do."

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

The Masquerade Ball, The Royal Palace...

"This is incredible." Nadia gripped Maxwell's arm. "My first ball in Cordonia!"

He chuckled while kissing her cheek. "You look like you belong here."

She softly squealed before turning toward Riley. "Ready to see your Prince Charming again?"

"I am.” Her smile was filled with excitement. “We had plans to meet up again in New York before his brother abdicated."

"I think the only two more starry eyed than us during our wedding was you and Liam." Maxwell winked at her. "He will be thrilled you are taking part in this."

Riley smoothed her dress and took a deep breath. "I hope so." With a final smile toward the couple, she got in line to greet the King and Liam.

"This is so exciting!" Nadia whispered. "We will actually get to see them falling in love."

"I think I can make this even better." Maxwell whispered back.

"You know I think you can do anything," Nadia told him, "but I don't see how you could possibly make this better."

"How about watching and assisting two couples in their falling in love?"

"Two?" She blinked in surprise. "Who else--"

He cleared his throat and nodded toward Amanda.

"But...who? How?" Nadia gasped when she noticed a masked man making his way toward the duchess. "Is that..."

"It is." Maxwell grinned proudly. "We stopped off in Hol--" he stared in shock at his petite wife jerking away and rushing over to Amanda.

He could tell just by the set of her shoulders that she was livid at seeing the director intent on speaking to Amanda.

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

"Thank you." Amanda said when the waiter paused to exchange her empty champagne flute for a filled one.

Taking a sip, she watched the couples swaying in time on the dance floor.

It was usually a sight that brought a smile to her face. Even as a little girl, she loved seeing the nobles dressed up, dancing under the sparkling chandeliers.

But tonight, she felt...numb. Nothing. Every action she did seemed to be nothing more than muscle memory. The curtsies. The smiles. The banal conversations. Everything was done on autopilot.

Since she refused to think on Thomas Hunt and his gaggle of ladies, there was little else to draw her attention.

"Amanda!"

She lifted her eyes to Nadia, waving and trying to push past nobles to get to her.

Wondering why she was in such a hurry, Amanda stepped forward. Her eyes dropped down on the hand that grasped her arm.

They then lifted up to the face she knew she would always recognize, regardless of the simple black demi mask upon it.

"Good evening." Thomas softly smiled at her. "I have--"

"What are you doing here?" Amanda asked.

Thomas looked about. "Is there somewhere we can go to talk?"

"Alone?" She asked.

"Yes." His hand slid down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he took her hand. "There is something I need to tell you."

"No." She pulled her hand away. "There isn't anything you need to tell me.”

His eyes widened. "But I--"

"Excuse me." She muttered, gathering her skirt. "I need to--"

"Amanda, please." He grasped her arm again. "I tried calling you. I--"

"I've been busy." She snapped. "And so have you."

"I haven't--"

"Thomas!"

They both turned to see an unmasked actress.

One Thomas had a dinner date with two weeks ago.

"Simone?" He said in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"I had a photoshoot with Ana De Luca." She replied. "She then got me an invitation." Her sultry gaze drifted down his body. "I'm glad she did."

Amanda did not want to be part of their touching reunion.

"Excuse me." Amanda said once more. "I must--"

"Excuse us." Thomas corrected. "Enjoy your evening, Simone."

"I plan on it." She winked at him before following a handsome noble to the bar.

"Will you let go of me?!" Amanda hissed.

"Not until you hear me out." He replied, his own impatience coming forth. "I--"

"Are you no longer directing The Earl's Undoing?"

"What? Of course I'm still the director." He guided her toward a secluded corner.

She folded her arms. "Are you still planning on filming in Cordonia?"

"I am." He tilted his head as he gazed down at her, confused over her line of questioning.

"Is there anything wrong with the script?"

"No."

Her lips firmed into a thin line. "Then I don't see what we have to discuss. Now if you will finally excuse me, I must make my rounds."

Thomas refused to budge.

"You must have seen the news story about my," he swallowed, "my--"

"I did." Her eyes narrowed. "I suppose I should apologize."

"Apologize?" Thomas blinked.

"Yes." Amanda lowered her eyes. "I kept you from..." She took a steadying breath. "From being able to go out whenever you pleased."

"You didn't--"

"Then again," she interrupted, "I never demanded that you stay home with me every night." Her eyes flashed with barely restrained temper. "You could have done whatever you wanted."

"I did do exactly as I wanted." He snapped. "If you will give me a chance to explain why I--"

"You owe me no explanation, Mr. Hunt." She forced a friendly smile at him. "I'm nothing to you. We collaborated on a film." She shrugged her shoulders. "At least we got along well while working together. That is all anyone can hope for."

"You will let me have my say." Thomas said in a tone that intimidated everyone he knew.

He should have known that it would be ineffective on the stubborn woman he loved.

"Oh I will?" Her chin lifted. "You have another think coming, Mr. Hunt."

"Thomas." He snapped. "Do not pretend that we aren't on a first name basis."

"Mr. Hunt!" She said just to further frustrate him. "I cannot spend all night in this corner listening to you going on about your dates."

"They weren't dates!" He nearly strangled on trying to keep his voice low.

"Oh really?" Her eyebrows lifted. "Then what were they?"

"They were dates in a sense, but I was using them to--"

She brushed past him.

Using her years of easily maneuvering her way through crowded ballrooms, she lost him within a few quick turns.

Amanda nearly screamed when a hand grasped hers.

Nadia immediately let her go. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't." Amanda lifted a shaky hand to her forehead. "I think I need some air."

Nadia wrapped her arm around her waist. "I'll come with you."

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

"I don't say this lightly," Drake thrust a drink in Thomas's hand, "but that was painful to watch."

Maxwell clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Were you able to say anything?"

"Nothing that will endear myself to her." Thomas winced at the welcome burn of whiskey going down his throat. "She didn't give me a chance to explain why I was here. She said..." He finished off his drink. "I have to fix this."

"We'll see what Liam thinks." Maxwell offered, motioning towards the bartender for a refill.

"He has enough to contend with. This chance to talk to her should be all I need." Thomas responded. "I knew Amanda had a stubborn streak but I had no idea she could be so..."

"Bullheaded?" Drake offered.

"Mulish?" Maxwell added.

"Yes." Thomas pushed his empty glass away. "I'll try again later."

"There's always the other upcoming events." Drake reminded him. "Bound to be one where she can't escape."

"I hope so." Thomas mumbled his thanks and went back into the crowd to try and find her.

"You think he's going to need help?" Maxwell asked.

"Yep." Drake snorted. "Amanda's determination to keep him away is going to be a problem."

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"He's here?!" Olivia peeked through a window. "Why? How did he get invited to the palace?"

"I don't know." Amanda folded her arms.

"You didn't ask?"

"No."

"Why?"

Amanda glared at her. "Why do you think?"

"Oh Amanda." Olivia closed her eyes. "Have you learned nothing from me? You have to know everything about your enemies. Which means questioning them!"

Amanda rolled her eyes. "I feel differently. I don't want to know why he and his actress are here."

Nadia stood on tiptoe to peep into the ballroom. "But they didn't come together."

"And he didn't leave you to be with her." Olivia reluctantly added.

"I don't care." Amanda huffed. "He can do whatever he wants. I just don't want to know or hear or --"

"Who's that dancing with Liam?" Olivia interrupted.

"That's my friend from New York!" Nadia replied. "Riley Brooks. House Beaumont is sponsoring her."

Olivia's eyes narrowed. "I see." She ducked when Drake strolled by with Thomas. "What are you going to do for the remainder of the ball? Hide out here?"

Amanda shook her head. "I'm going to my room. He can't follow me there."

"We'll see you first thing in the morning." Nadia promised. "We won't let Thomas bother you at the derby, will we?"

"I'll come to your room and escort you to the boutique.” Olivia decided. “I doubt he's learned all the ways to get around in the palace."

Amanda hugged them both goodnight. "Thank you. I doubt he'll try to speak to me again. I'm sure his beautiful Simone will keep him occupied."

"I doubt that." Olivia muttered when she noticed the actress openly flirting with numerous nobles.

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"Where could she be?" Thomas whispered.

"She isn't outside." Maxwell reported. "But if Nadia and Olivia's frowns were any indication, she was out there at some point."

"She must have retired for the evening." Liam scanned the ballroom. "Tomorrow we will make certain she doesn't escape."

Drake nodded. "Even if we have to corner her."

Thomas thanked them. "I believe I will go to my room also." Saying goodnight, he slipped out the ballroom door and made his way upstairs to his guestroom.

"You better find someone to dance with before Penelope traps you in another poodle conversation." Drake warned Liam when he noticed the dog loving lady approaching them.

Patting his shoulder in thanks, the prince disappeared behind his friends and searched for Riley.

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Thomas felt his hope drop once he was alone in his room. Amanda's cold reaction to seeing him again surprised him. He had expected anger, even hoped she would accuse him so he could explain everything to her. This icy disdain was a hurdle he wasn't certain he could overcome.

If he could only find a crack, he would prove to her that she was the only one he wanted. He would tell her how every women he had been photographed with fell by the wayside when compared to her. They couldn't begin to measure up to Amanda.

Thomas began to undress while pulling his phone out with a wish she would text him. Call him. Even if it was to let him know how hurt she was. Give him some glimmer of a possible chance to be with her.

Just when he was about to turn his phone off, it vibrated.

Seeing Amanda's name in the notification caused his heart to beat faster in anticipation.

Opening the message, he felt the hope he so desperately wanted.

Mr. Hunt, I hope that whatever caused you to feel the need to speak to me about your private affairs will not be repeated tomorrow. As I stated earlier, it is no business of mine what you do. I think we should be able to remain civil if you leave me alone. I will uphold my end of our arrangement with the film when the time comes. Other than that, we have nothing more to say to one another.

He quirked an eyebrow. Little did she know how pleased he was to have irritated her this much. Now Thomas knew how to get a reaction out of her.

He was going to pester her into falling back in love with him.

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growlithe-and-company · 6 years

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Wooo can’t believe i’m 20? Like that’s a thing now? 2 decades I’ve been on this Earth. How time flies... So in celebration of turning 20 I think I’m going to post 20 things that I like about myself and my life.

1. I actually really like my lips and smile. Only thing I’m super vain about.

2. I love my eyes as well. They’re a pretty hazel, greyish green and brown.

3. I have got such a cute cat! Maggie is her name. She’s easily my most favourite thing about my life. She’s made me so happy.

4. I have two really awesome friends. One being @miss-stary-eyes, we met here on Tumblr years ago.. lost count of how many years, at least 4 years ago. We did a rp together, I remember it! I played Loki and she played an OC called Eona, and Loki was teaching her magic (and he of course fell in love with her). Ahh we’ve been through so much, my dear, and I’m so glad you’re in my life. The second, or really first friend (since I met her 8 years ago) is my dear best friend Laurena, who isn’t on Tumblr but she has always been there for me and her and I share so many amazing memories. Don’t know where I’d be without my two favourite girls!

5. I have a tongue piercing that I’m low key obsessed with? It’s such a great little fidget thing to distract me in stressful times. I just roll the top ball on the roof of my mouth or slip the bottom of the bar across my lips (not smacking against my teeth, that’d be dreadful)

6. My town in Animal Crossing is pretty damn gorgeous if I do say so myself. I’ve spent months working on it and it’s come out really nice. No way near finished, but it’s looking damn good.

7. I live almost entirely by myself. Between work and his fiance, my dad is rarely at home. So while he still pays for everything, I get to reap the rewards! I love being alone, and having an entire house to myself. FUCK WEARING PANTS.

8. I know how to knit, which is definitely a fun skill to have. I’ve knit myself two full sized blankets, and several dozen scarves. I’d love to learn to knit a jumper one day, that is my goal.

9. Ever since moving out of my mums place I’ve developed a really great relationship with my sister. I’m so thankful for that because her and I get along really great when we’re not in each others spaces.

10. I really applied myself these past two years and got 3 courses done. Certificate III in Tourism, another cert III in Travel, and then a diploma of travel and tourism! I’m so proud of myself for accomplishing these.

11. My room is currently my nerd station. I have several posters hanging up (my fave being my Iron Man poster, but I also love my Captain America poster that’s in the front room) and I have several other little nerdy knick knacks laying around. I love it, my little nerd paradise.

12. My hair grows pretty quickly! I had my hair cut super short at the start of the year, it was shaved on the sides and slightly shaggy on the top. Currently I have it pulled back in a loose ponytail, all of it tied back, and about 6 inches of hair in the pony!

13. I struggled with this.. but I finally got through my learning drivers licence and am now on my provisional. It took me 7 tries to pass my practical test, and luckily only one try to pass my hazard perception test. BUT IT’S DONE! I’m on the home stretch now. 2 years time and I’ll have my full licence booiiiiii

14. Ok, this is gonna get deep and borderline triggering. So I put it in the tags for trigger warning but this is your second warning. When I was 14, I tried to kill myself. Twice actually. First time I just cried and then got mad (at myself, at the doctors for helping me, at my mum). But the second time really shook me. The nurses were cool to me, the doctors didn’t seem to care, I knew I was wasting their time, resources, and energy because I did this on purpose, whereas there’s probably someone else who needs them more than me. I felt like a piece of shit after the second attempt and it really shook me to the core. It’s been 6 years since then.. Wow 6 years, that’s insane. I’m so proud of myself, I’ve made serious progress. I get a little depressed now and again, and I’m a little lonely. But I’m ok, I have things in my life that I’m so happy about, and things that have happened since my attempt that have made everything so worth it. It gets better, it truly does.

15. I have got such a nice little book collection going on. I don’t read anymore, I wish I still did. I keep buying books to hopefully spark my old reading bug back to life. So I’ll probably have a huge bookshelf filled with books that I don’t read haha. Actually, that’s a lie. I do still read. Every year I re-read The Hobbit. It’s my favourite book and I love it with all my heart. I have a signed copy by Bombur and Bofur! James (Bofur) forgot to sign the book (I asked them to write a quote on top of the signature) and when I realised with Steven (Bombur) that James forgot to sign it I kinda just sighed and said oh well. But Steven said “oh nah, we’ll sort it.” -leans over and smacks James on the arm with the book- “Oi, ya egg, you forgot to sign it!” James laughed and apologised, and quickly signed it. That is a memory I will never forget, seeing Peter call James an egg and smacking him, it was the highlight of my comic con trip.

16. Speaking of comic con! I met another famous dwarf at a previous comic con. Dean O’Gorgeous, er I mean O’Gormon. I got a photo done with him and boiiiii I told him an awful joke to break the ice. Lemme share it with you. “Why does Gandalf walk funny?” “I don’t know, why?” “Because he has crystal balls...” Yeahhhhhh I said that to him with a straight face and he did that forced laugh you do when a kid tells you a totally not funny joke but you gotta laugh because you don’t wanna hurt their feelings. Anyway that was awkward as fuck, so we took the photo and my god he was so warm like hoo boy like a furnace but yeah awkward as fuck don’t know why I told you guys because yikes I couldn’t get out of there fast enough hahaha.

17. My cousin, Hannah, sent me a little letter a few weeks ago completely out fo the blue. She said she missed me, and asked when I was coming back to NZ to visit, and if I could come to her birthday. Then she told me about her day and how her first year at school went. She’s 6! I can’t believe how old she’s gotten. I cried when I read the letter, it was so sweet. I wish I had the funds to go visit her and her brother, they’re definitely my favourite cousins out of the four (sorry Noah and Addi :P)

18. Oh boy, 18. Now for those who don’t know, in Australia the drinking age is 18. I went to my friends 18th party, which was a week before my 18th, and I basically celebrated my birthday as well. I got mighty drunk, and had a great time. I made some questionable decisions, but it’s ok, sometimes in life you gotta step outside your comfort zone/see what your drinking limit is before you’re giving a guy you just met a lap dance! But that night was actually lots of fun. It was a couple weeks before I moved out of mums place and traveled across the country to live with my dad. I was all kinds of stressed out, and feeling very sad to be leaving my mama. So that night was a huge relief to me. I got to just sit around with a bunch of great people while we idly drank and talked about stuff. And then I promptly peed myself which caused everyone to laugh their asses off and almost piss themselves. So yeah pretty fun and memorable night!

19. My dads fiance, Fiona, is honestly such an awesome person! They met earlier in the year, and are engaged now (they’re really in love and it’s so cute). She’s got a fat cat called Oscar and I LOVE HIM.

20. Ahh 20... 2 whole decades of life. I’ll admit, I don’t really think I have a whole lot to show for my 20 years. Lots of little things really. But I know I’ll make an impact on my life, probably next year. With dad getting married and moving in with her (she owns her house, dad rents his) I’ll definitely have to find my own place to stay. But it’s ok, it’ll all work itself out. I’ll make something of myself in the coming years. I’m not worried (ahaha I’ll keep saying that till I believe it) I’ve made it this far, and for that, I’m proud of myself.

#I'm 20!#Happy birthday to me #This list was harder than I thought it'd be #Trigger warning #tw #I've done a lot in my 20 years #mostly in the last 5 years though #since I've been able to express myself more

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Fair-(Peter Hale)

Characters: OC, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale and (Y/N)

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale, Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 1865

Summary: The pack don’t believe that Peter could possibly have a girlfriend, let alone be engaged, until said girlfriend crashes the pack meeting.

(A/N) wooo there’s some Sterek throughout this too, couldn’t help myself :)))

(Third P.O.V)

He was in the corner of the room, too preoccupied with his own thoughts to even care about what Derek’s little pose was saying. He didn’t care about that cute new girl Stiles spoke of, or the new shoes the banshee bought, or even Derek’s new romance with the annoying Stiles. What he did care about was the woman on her way to brighten his day. His fianceé and partner since high school, (Y/N).

“It would help if grumpzilla over there actually paid attention once in a while.” Stiles pokes fun at the man in deep thought. Over the years, Peter and Stiles have developed an odd relationship. Peter tried to kill him, and offer him the bite, and they became unlikely allies, and then the boy started dating his nephew. So Stiles’s goofy remarks were normal.

“Leave him be he’s useless right now, he’s trying to plan the next week or so in his head.” Derek chimes in from his position on the sofa, the book long forgotten.

Scott raises his eyebrows at Derek, prompting him to elaborate.

“(Y/N) is on her way, Peter’s fianceé.” Derek mutters before returning back to his book, leaving his uncle to deal with the packs questions.

The entire group bursts into confused chatter and questions are fired at Peter.

The poor man shifts in his seat and shoots the pack an annoyed look. “Why are you all so surprised that I have a fianceé?”

Stiles eyes him up, as if trying to hint at why it’s so unbelievable.

“Well, you’re manipulative, annoying, psychotic, devious, malevolent, aggravating, irritating, vexatious. Should I keep going? Because there’s about another hundred or so words to describe you with.” Stiles counts on his fingers as he throws insults at Peter, knowing he wouldn’t attack the teenager just because of Derek.

In the corner of the room, Derek lowers his book to watch the exchange in amusement.

“I never thought I’d ever agree with Stiles, but the boy’s right. It is hard to believe.” Isaac chimes in, brows furrowed.

Peter rolls his eyes and glances down at his watch. Just a few more minutes now.

“What's her name anyway?” Lydia asks, her head cocked to the side. If there was anyone even mildly excited to meet another girl, then it would be her. Though if said girl is anything like Peter then she wouldn’t be too keen.

“(Y/N).” A small smile appears on Peters face just at the mere mention of the woman who holds his heart in the palm of her hand.

Scott raises his eyebrows, now intrigued.

“Is she like us? Does she know?” Scott asks. She could potentially be a new member of the pack.

“No, she’s human, but she knows about everything. Probably more than you.”

This manages to grab the groups attention. Firstly, why would someone like Peter Hale be dating an ordinary human? A normal girl with nothing supernatural about her? But then again Derek is dating Stiles, who’s also human. And secondly, who is she? Is she an emissary? Who would voluntarily be with Peter Hale?

“So she’s like, willingly with you? No magic voodoo mojo shit?” Stiles questions, still in disbelief. How can someone like Peter land a girl?

Derek lets out an amused chuckle at this.

The ears of the werewolves pick up a noise far off in the building, the clicking of heels on the cement floor.

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

I wipe my clammy hands on my blue dress and take a deep breath. Butterflies fill my stomach the closer I get to Derek’s apartment, knowing that Peter is the closest he’s been in the last few months.

Peter and I have been engaged for almost a year now, but due to my job I’ve been all over the place travelling. But now I took some time off and I couldn’t be more excited to get the wedding planning started. Derek will no doubt want to help, he’s got an artistic spark in him. And his boyfriend will probably have to keep the guy in check so he doesn’t go over the top.

I don’t waste any more time and open the door to Derek’s ‘house’ and walk in. My eyes scan the room full of surprised teenagers until they land on the man I was looking for.

The duffel bags fall onto the ground as I ignore the high heels and break into a run and jump right into Peter’s open arms. He grips me tight and spins me around like a rag doll before grabbing a hold of face and pressing his lips against mine harshly. I don’t need werewolf abilities to sense the longing and happiness radiating off of him, he manages to show me through the kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, relishing in the feeling of his body against mine after so long.

A cough from somewhere behind us makes us reluctantly pull apart, though Peter’s arm remains slung over my shoulders. My eyes land on the teenagers who look dumbfounded, like they just witnessed a miracle.

“You weren’t shitting us.” A guy with eyes wide like the moon looks between Peter and Derek before taking a seat on the sofa and running his hand over his face. From what I heard, that’s Stiles, Derek’s boyfriend.

Next to me, Peter rolls his eyes, but goes on to pair the faces with their names.

“The idiot is Stiles, he thought you weren’t real. Looks like you blew his mind.” Peter chuckles, pride filling his voice up to the brim. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Derek shake his head and roll his eyes. I send him a quick smile, I’ll have to catch up with him later on.

“Can you blame him though?” I laugh a little, winking at Peter. My teasing causes him to roll his eyes and someone to mutter ‘burn’ and ‘whipped’.

“You’re here barely 5 minutes and you’re already putting him in his place. Simply amazing.” Stiles grins.

Peter and I have the weird kind of relationship. We either talk every minute of the day or don’t talk for days because of our busy schedules. We’ve dated for more than half of our life, yet every time I’m around him I still feel like we’ve just started dating. Plus, he’s the only one who can match me with sarcasm, though I’m getting the sense that Stiles can do so too.

Ignoring Stiles’s comment, Peter moves on to introduce the rest of the people, some of who I’ve already heard about. Allison, Scott, Lydia and Stiles are the one’s I’ve heard of, but this is my first time meeting them. Though I’ve never heard of Isaac, Liam or Malia. But they seem like they’re a fun bunch.

“Well, nice to meet you all. I wasn’t expecting to intrude on a pack meeting, so I’m sorry about that.” I smile at the group, kind of feeling a little guilty now. Maybe I should have called first. But the desire and want to see Peter as soon as possible won out.

“We were only talking about my new shoes and how unbelievable it is that Peter has a fianceé. How did you two meet?” The strawberry blonde girl, Lydia, fills me in. She’s the banshee, I think.

Peter and I take a seat on one of the many sofas Derek was forced to buy for the teens and Peter starts filling her in on our first encounter. As he speaks, I relive the blissful moments.

I watch in disbelief as my friend, Maya, attempts to shoot the balloons with the gun attached to the booth. She’s already fired 13 shots and somehow managed to miss ever single one. Fairs have never really been my thing, but since my roommate wanted to go, I figured tagging along wouldn’t do me any harm. But just watching her miss the balloons pains me.

I roll my eyes and hand the guy a five dollar bill and take my friends place. I take a deep breath in, then exhale and fire fire fire. The first 10 rounds hit the balloons, and soon I’m buying more and more bullets. Out of the 30 balloons, I only missed two.

I set the gun down and turn around to look at my dumbfounded friend before telling her to pick whatever teddy I just won her. Maya squeals and immediately asks to see a massive grey one.

“Impressive shots, if I do say so myself.” An impressed voice that belongs to a cute guy makes me raise my eyebrows. A cute guy speaking to me? And complimenting me? No way.

“Cheers, I guess not being obsessed with makeup and clothes gives me a lot of free time. I’m (Y/N), by the way.” I smile and extend my hand for the cute to shake.

The guy looks at my outstretched hand before taking a hold of it, turning it and pressing a gentle kiss to it. My heart flutters a little.

“Peter, pleasure to meet you.”

“And then the two of us had a bet, who could get the most free cotton candy. Somehow I won.” Peter shrugs and presses a small kiss on the side of my head. I feel my heart flutter like that time at the fair 22 years ago.

“That’s oddly sweet.” Scott says, almost like he’s confused that Peter was nice. Peter is tricky. He can be stand-offish, and cruel, and manipulative, but never towards me. Never. So no wonder the pack isn’t used to this kind of behavior from him.

“How come he got the most? That seems unlikely.” Lydia laughs a little, eyebrows furrowed. I don’t blame her. Though he did fail to mention that he only won by one, but I’ll let him have his 5 minutes of fame.

“Oh Peter here was the self-proclaimed local charmer back in his days.” Derek chimes in. This causes the pack to look at each other in confusion. Of course they wouldn’t think so, despite Peter’s still stunning looks. To them he’s just an old dickhead.

Next to me, Peter huffs and stand up. “Well, it was nice to have a little family catch up but (Y/N) and I are not going to spend any more time that we could be together around all of you. So scram.”

The pack all sigh in defeat and follow Peter’s finger which is pointing at the door. Lydia barely gets the chance to shout back at Derek to give her number to me so we can stay in touch before Peter slams the door shut. This leaves Stiles, Derek, Peter and I alone in awkward silence.

“Well, Derek and I had a date planned anyway, just please don’t do it on he kitchen counter because that would be gross.” Stiles instructs us as Derek rolls his eyes, but follows his boyfriend out of the apartment nonetheless. They’re too adorable.

Peter wastes no time in spinning me around and attaching his lips to mine in a kiss filled with longing and frustration. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him as his lips make their way down my neck, my dress hiked up to my waist. As I feel the cool marble of the kitchen counter underneath me, I laugh a little.

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