i regretted this before i made it

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My Moana cosplay. I made this before the movie came out, and I don’t regret it at all. Seeing the movie only made me want to make the cosplay even better, and perhaps a few more in the future. She’s a wonderful, brave spirit who is both motivated and honest. She is a hero we should all look up to. I certainly do.
Cosplay: Moana
Facebook: Nyvedna Productions
Instagram: nyvedna productions
Photography: Roland Rattu
Phographers Instagram: planetrattu

Fake Girlfriend || Dan Howell

A/N: I’m sorry I wrote this while being extremely tired. I wanted to finish this for you so bad tho. I hope it’s not too bad.

There will be a second part!

Word Count: 1.5k

POV: Dan

Masterlist

Originally posted by darkphannie

It was the arrogance in his voice and the pretentious look on his face that made me say it. The simple sentence just slipped out of my mouth. Before I could even think about it, it was already too late.

I regretted driving back home from London just to attend another family gathering. Had I known he was there I wouldn’t have come in the first place. I don’t remember every liking my cousin Harry. Since we were little he tried to be better than me at everything. The whole family seemed to love him. He was great at charming people with this charisma and fake kindness. My grandma was the only one who saw trough his façade. He had wrapped all of my uncles and aunts around his finger, but I was granny’s favourite grandchild and she let me know by always getting me extra presents for Christmas. I don’t know how many times I have heard my parents say “Daniel, have you heard that Harry is doing great on the rugby team?” or “Why can’t you be more like him?”. A million times, probably. So, when he asked me if I was bringing a date to my auntie’s wedding next week I just couldn’t say no.

“Yes. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” I answered instead.

I saw surprised faces all around the table we were sitting at. Luckily my parents weren’t listening. They were the only ones that knew that I actually didn’t have a girlfriend.

Harry seemed taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and tried to look interested, but his whole expression seemed weirdly stiff. A month ago he broke up with his now ex girlfriend and I could tell that it was hard for him to comprehend that I had a girlfriend while he didn’t.

Am I a bad person for enjoying his blank astonishment? It felt like an achievement. It was like I was finally the one who won a medal at the local marathon while he had to watch.  I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of superiority that I nearly forgot that I in fact didn’t have a girlfriend.

“I can’t wait to see her. She must be lovely.” My grandma said full of excitement.

“Oh, she is very lovely.” I confirmed with a smile.

That smile faded as soon as I realized that ‘she’ didn’t even exist. I was as single as ever. No girls, no dates, nothing. My aunt’s wedding was the following Sunday, so I had exactly one week to fall in love with a girl and make it seem like we hadn’t just met. Easy challenge, right?

Nope. On Monday I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had given up on finding a date already. I would have to tolerate my cousin’s satisfied grin when he sees me show up on my own. I couldn’t bear the thought and quickly got up.

“I don’t know what to do.” I whined in despair, as I entered the lounge and found Phil sitting in front of the TV. I was hoping that my friend could help me out.

Phil knew exactly what I was referring to because I had been stressing about it since I came home from my family meeting.  

“Why don’t you ask Y/N?” he calmly suggested, turning off the TV.

“To be my girlfriend?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he serious?! Y/N was Phil’s childhood friend. The minute he introduced us we started hating each other. None of us really knew why, it was like a general law of nature and nobody questioned it. Phil had always tried to make us get along. He invited her over all the time so we could get to know each other, but we always ended up fighting about something useless. I’d always say mean things about her and Phil never forgot to scold me for it. I was obviously more than surprised when I heard his suggestion.

“More like fake girlfriend.” Phil explained and the whole thing started to make more sense.

“What if she says no?” I asked Phil, dialling her number. I was desperate enough to actually approve of his idea. I never thought I would say this but Y/N was my only hope at the moment. As I waited for her to answer her phone I felt my heartbeat speed up. Why was I getting nervous? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but my mouth was so dry that there was barely any spit left.  

“Hello? Who’s this?” I heard a girly voice say on the other side of the line. I had never called her before. She didn’t even have my number saved. Ouch.

“This is Dan. I know this may sound weird, but I really need your help.”

I fixed my shirt in the mirror and couldn’t stop asking myself why Y/N agreed to do this. Maybe Phil somehow convinced her. The doorbell rang, signalizing that she had arrived, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll go get it.” Phil shouted as I grabbed my suitcase. Unfortunately, we had to stay in Berkshire for the whole weekend. Today was Friday and the wedding was on Sunday. It was a kind of tradition to stay over and I had to be there to help set up everything. Which meant that Y/N had to spent the entire weekend with me and my family, pretending to be my girlfriend while we actually hated each other. What had I gotten us into? That’s exactly why one should never lie.

I closed the door to my room behind me as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come, I had to spend all of this time with Y/N. She was talking to Phil next to our front door. I only now realized that we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. My cheeks somehow started to get hot when I took a quick glimpse at her. She was carrying a medium sized suitcase as well and looked like she was ready to go.

“You ready.” I said bluntly, my voice came out sounding much ruder than I wanted it to.  

I could tell that Y/N tried hard not to roll her eyes as a reasonable reaction to my harshness.

‘You really hit it off. What a great start, Dan.’ I told myself, praying that this weekend would be over soon.

We said our goodbyes to Phil before we headed outside to my car.

“You can give me your bag. I’ll put it in the trunk for you.” I told Y/N, who sceptically eyed me.

“Why are you suddenly being decent, Howell?” she asked with a smirk. I just shrugged my shoulders and took her bag.

We drove the first ten minutes in complete silence. I couldn’t help but glance at her now and then.

‘Has she always been that attractive?’ I heard my inner voice ask, the thought surprising even myself. I scolded myself for thinking that and I repeated ‘I hate her’ a few times in my head. I was glad when Y/N finally decided to break the silence since it distracted me from my ‘forbidden’ thoughts.

“Shouldn’t we plan out our story in case somebody asks us about.. well us?” she laughed. The situation was simply absurd.

“So where did we meet?”

At the end of the car ride we had invented the perfect couple, we had created our perfect story for this weekend.

“Okay once again. We met on the bus as we were both on our way home from work. The bus driver nearly crashed into a car and had to slam on the breaks. I dared to fall over but you managed to catch me right in time. Then you asked ‘Are you already falling for me?’ and I laughed although it was the lamest joke ever.” Y/N concluded, trying to remember every detail of our newly invented love story.

“I wouldn’t make a lame pun like that!” I protested, still driving.

“Oh, yes you would, Howell.” Y/N said laughing, but I could tell that she was totally serious.

My aunt owned a huge mansion out of town. That’s where we were going to stay and it was also the location for the wedding celebration. It was pitch black when the car came to a halt in front of the huge building. I got both of our bags before I rang the bell.

“Daniel! It’s so nice to see you!” my aunt exclaimed, hugging me. I greeted her back warmly as her eyes met Y/N.

“I assume this is your girlfriend then?” she asked curiously.

I nodded, awkwardly wrapping my arm around Y/N’s waist. Only now the realisation hit me like a truck that a story about how we met wasn’t enough to be a couple. We also had to act like one.

“My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I heard her say. Her voice sounded like it was miles away because my thoughts were spinning. We had to act like we were in love all weekend. People who are in love do things, that people who hate each other would never do..  

If I could go back I would’ve grabbed your arm and brought you back to me. I would’ve kissed you deeper and longer than the one we had shared before. I would’ve skipped what I had planned that day for just that small hour with you. God, if I could go back I would’ve made sure you left knowing just how much I fucking loved you…
—  Late Night Regrets
A Roadtrip | Pt. (2/2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Words: 7k of pure filth

Synopsis: The title says it all. Jungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy.

A/N: This is just pure filth, and I’m not regretting it for a bit. It has been a while since I wrote smut so please tolerate me jghgsjkfsjgk. Anyways, suffer with me, and enjoy the reading ;)

Pt. 1


You thought Jungkook being in your presence was already awkward enough.

However, being with him in one room, all alone, made the awkwardness even worse.

Jungkook put down the bags on the floor, before lifting his head up, scanning his eyes through the hotel room quickly. The room was neither too small, nor too big, with two comfortable beds placed in the middle of the room. The room had one window, but it gave a beautiful view on Busan’s beach, the white sand and the clear sea satisfying your own eyes.

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“While every other mother in Littleton was praying their child was safe, I had to pray that mine would die before he hurt anyone else….I gave the hardest prayer that I ever made, that he would kill himself, because then at least I would know he wanted to die, and I wouldn’t be left with all the questions I’d have if he got caught by a police bullet.

Maybe I was right, but I’ve spent so many hours regretting that prayer: I wished for my son to kill himself, and he did.”

- Sue Klebold, ‘A Mothers Reckoning’

Theory

Now that I’ve watched it for the umpteenth time, 

I don’t think Taemin killed them? I think it was a genuine accident. When the car blows up, you can see 4 of them running to the car in a panic, and if you match their clothing, it is SHINee minus Minho. Taemin was running too. 

And if you match them to the lyrics,  

“Indifferent and painful words
Left deep scars on that day
Words that made me realize
That I’m still a fool

If only I can erase it
If only I can

I’ll go to you first

At the end of a different road.”

I think Minho and the girl died and Taemin regrets fighting with them just before their last moments, like the last memories that he holds of them is of them fighting and he hates that (if only he could erase it). I think different road here means the road to heaven/resurrection/the like. 

“I took you for granted
But just thinking of you not being there
I don’t want to go through that
My world would crumble”

Shadows // Yoongi

Part 1/ReflectionsPart 2/FlashlightsPart 3/Pathways ⇎ Part 4/Shadows

Originally made based on this request: Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon

Character: Yoongi x reader

Word count: 7,714 words (well since this is no longer a drabble)

Genre: Angst

a/n: I have re-written this part so many times because I originally had two different ideas for the ending - one got people (my proofreaders) screaming at me, while the other had so many plot holes in it which made me unhappy with it. I finally wrote this version down after taking a nap this morning and got a much clear head. Sorry if it’s too sappy and sorry if I made some mistakes in it - I’ll probably come back to edit this later (let’s just hope I won’t change my mind once I do that and erase the whole thing to make an entirely different ending cause I did that once lol). Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think. I’m sorry for the long wait.


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You Wont Regret It - Gajevy Secret Santa

This story is entirely dedicated to @the-redhead-who-writes ~ I hope that you enjoy it! I have never written Gajevy before, so please forgive me if either of them are a little bit OOC! I really hope that you enjoy it and I SUPER hope that you have a Merry Christmas <3

Summary: She made him coffee, she was cute… how could he not fall for her?

Coffee Shop AU 

Characters: Gajeel, Levy, Lucy, Natsu

Ship: Gajevy, VERY light implied NaLu

Rating: K

Word Count: 4,090


“My name is Levy. How many times do I need to tell you that?” The bluenette was pointing at the name tag that was located above her heart. Her name was written in large black print, so there was absolutely no way that this guy was missing it.

“Oh, is it?” The large man with all the piercings leaned over the counter, forcing Levy to take an uncertain step backwards while he squinted at the spot she was pointing to on her uniform. “I think Shrimp suits you much better, you should consider having it legally changed. It might do you some good.”

The short girl puffed out her cheeks at the customer who always seemed to enjoy picking on her.

She was the only worker in the whole cafe that wasn’t afraid of serving him though, so she never really had a choice when he walked in through those doors.

Which he seemed to do every single day that she worked.

There was a rumor going around the workplace that this guy had a thing for Levy, which she denied every single time it was brought up.

No way that jerk could like her!

“Are you going to order or am I going to have to play the guessing game?” The bluenette decided to change the subject back onto the real reason that he was there, she was thankful that no other customers were around to witness this banter.

The man often would continue this charade whether or not there was a growing line behind him, the thoughts and opinions of other people when it came to himself didn’t seem to matter in the slightest.

Levy couldn’t help but admire that about the strange man. Of course, she would never admit to something like that. The guy already had an ego the size of a horse, she definitely didn’t want to go about making it any bigger.

“Aw Shrimp, I thought that by now you would have my order down to a science.”

Levy placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him, “How can I possibly do that when you change it up every single time you come here? It’s as though you have something against consistency.”

The man grinned before bursting out laughing, “What can I say? I guess it’s a lot of fun getting you all riled up. I kind of think of it as a game now, on my way here I find myself wondering how I’m gonna get you to look at me with that expression. I’m always pretty successful.”

Levy only looked at him expectantly and he sighed before turning his eyes up towards the menu that hung above her head. “Alright, today I’ll go for a triple espresso, a honey dip donut… and your number.”

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like before hannibal actually released any episodes and I found out they swapped starling (btw when I have children, and maybe a daughter, I am going to name her Clarice because I love love love clarice starling THAT much) for graham I made a joke like “lol…okay so they swapped a strong female lead for some homoerotic subtext” (a la sherlock style) and like BOY HOWDY did they ever just forget subtext and just go full speed ahead and I do not regret eating those words because Hannibal is refreshing and well represents lgbt characters where the original author initially failed catastrophically?? Hannibal is amazing and I love it so much?

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Hey. Just an intermission post while I get things done lol. I thought I’d just randomly post some random graphics stuff I did when I got bored of looking at the default game cover for ME3 on Origin (for the original and collector’s edition). The above images are pretty much in chronological order.

I honestly loved mine better so it was fun to look at for a while when Origin still allowed people to adjust gamecover images. Ever since I’d updated Origin, I kinda ended up regretting ever doing it and now I can’t use’em. Hopefully they end up implementing it again because these were so much better to look at.

Btw, if someone points out that it looks eerily similar to the layout of the Andromeda game cover, it’s actually purely coincidental because as you know, I’m not overly fond of the new game (and I consistently avoid any mention/apperance of the game anywhere.) I’ve only glanced at it a couple of times and realized I’d done it similar, but I’d made these covers long before I ever saw the actual game covers for it. (Although I did adjust the fonts to match the new one, because I have to admit, it looked hella better, even if the changes were subtle. Of course, I saw that when a friend of mine “forced” me to watch the teaser trailer -.-’)

Just saying :P

The wind was high—it gave to your hair a lift in equal parts gradual, steep, disarming—

I love a storm,
and said so; I have always
loved better the wreckage after,

I did not mean instead of,
but a preference.

To the air, an edge

anyone would call arctic—isn’t
that why we left it nameless

To your face,
a look I’d admired before
in the bodies of those who seem
not so much indifferent as made
ignorant, or stunned

as if by sudden luck,
or else repentant
in payment, somehow, for what
all price falls like an irrelevance,

a stole, an expensive sail in a
calm away from.

Love as a space available
where neither
loss nor regret figures—
imagine

Or not having, finally, to take
anything away—in the form of
photographs of the mostly ice
that the harbor’s water,
the shore past that,
the street after had become;

or as words like those
that came to me: green, kind of,
lit almost, by as if from within
in places, a spill but
an arrested one,

less force than the idea of it,
block and edge like
the chance for pattern,
but spent now or only,
from the very start, false

false and stinging.

The wind was high;
it exaggerated what you were already,

a man returning toward shelter he cannot yet see, but believes just ahead exists,

the sort of man for whom to
doubt at all is treason.

By not unfaithful,
I understood

I could mean both things:
I would do nothing I had promised not to
Also, there is nothing I will forget.

—  Rock Harbor
By Carl Phillips
Barney & Robin’s breakup!

I had this on my mind for a few days now and I thought it made sense so I wanted to post this before I forget it or don’t write it. So, I had this idea, it could be a theory so I’ll go by that and say that this theory could be a meaningful one for their relationship. 

 Barney and Robin’s breakup (I’m not counting the “divorce” here but I will mention it) anyway I have this theory that Barney and Robin both regretted their breakup in season 5. They, both had said that they regret giving up so fast, at different times they expressed/admitted that they regret their breakup and how quickly it had ended. So, here’s what I think happened once they reunited and got engaged. They, weren’t ready for that big commitment in season 5 but they were still in love and even admitted that when they broke up, they broke up while still being in love and that expressed their feelings on the breakup at later times in the show. I think when Barney and Robin got back together, that was IT for them being single and unhappy. They, admitted that they weren’t happy after their breakup and in the following years as well, Robin seemed to be really depressed and emotionally hurting over their breakup and for months after they broke up she was in a lot of pain and clearly wasn’t over the way things had ended with Barney. 

She, was hurting so much so that she didn’t date or even sleep with anyone after her breakup with Barney (character development started here for Robin and I will never believe anything else). So, after their breakup she was in a lot of misery, in pain, not happy, not sleeping or dating anyone and was crying a lot in the aftermath of that breakup. Robin, of old (the one you know who didn’t love Barney enough to stick it out in their marriage *sarcastic eyeroll* of earlier seasons) would have began to date other people or sleep with them but she didn’t after Barney. 

It’s clear that Robin was not over her breakup with Barney and it took her months to even start dating again and even then she was still in mourning over the breakup with Barney. Nobody, I mean nobody that Robin had seen in the past, not Ted, not Gael, not anyone she slept with or pretended to like enough to date or sleep with (because this is Robin and it’s what she does after breaking up with someone). Every, guy even after their breakup Don, Kevin, Nick were all rebounds from Barney. Robin, was clearly not over Barney after their breakup and because of the character development, her feelings for Barney never went away and it was even more clear at the end of season 6 when she realized why she hasn’t truly moved on… It’s because of Barney, because he is still very much in her heart, he is still the guy she’s in love with and that’s why none of her other relationships worked out. Barney, is the one she never got over or will ever be over because she knows that he’s the ONE for her. The one who has her heart, I’ve meantioned this before but the reason it never worked or will ever work with Ted is because she’s NOT in love with him. She, constantly chose Barney over these other guys in her life. Robin, always seemed to want safe (but, that is the writers thinking for her) she doesn’t want safe or reliable or someone who steals things for her. She, wants the emotion, she wants the crazy, she wants the fun, she wants to feel free and not constantly thinking she’s not good enough. She, wants to be happy and these guys she knows don’t make her happy, because safe doesn’t make her happy. In, fact safe makes her miserable. So, what I think is that the reason her other relationships failed was because after the start of her character development (season 5) she knew that Barney was the one for her. 

She, knew that he is the man she really wanted to be with and I think Robin was waiting for Barney to come around to giving her the commitment she’s always wanted from him to give to her. Robin, she doesn’t want safe, she wants feeling, she wants happiness, she wants not to feel suffocated in a relationship, she doesn’t want to feel sheltered, she’s not the type of person to live in a house in suburbia and raise 2.0 kids. She, wants complicated, she wants the push and pull of heartstrings, she wants to have fun and live her life on the edge. She, wants to feel like she is always going to come first above all else, and she wants someone who supports her and wants her to achieve the things she wants to achieve. Robin, was never the type to settle down, she was never the type to settle, it’s why she never stayed in a relationship for long. But, the character development changed that for her, she was still Robin, still her normal self and she wanted someone who loves her for the woman she is. 

But, this post isn’t about perfection it’s about what Robin and Barney wanted. They, wanted each other, they were holding out for each other. Every, other relationship Barney and Robin had were as I saw someone say here placeholders because they were never going to be happy with other people. The other placeholders weren’t the ONE for them, they were the ONE(s) for each other. As, for Barney it’s the same. his relationships, the more serious ones Nora and Quinn were his placeholders for Robin because she was always the only ONE for him. He, might have had feelings for these other women but none of them compare to Robin and neither had his heart. Robin will always be his soulmate, his true love, his ONE and nobody and nothing else will ever compare to her.

So, Barney said that he regrets the way their breakup ended saying that he thinks they gave up too soon and I agree with this. When, Robin tells Barney after they dance at Punchy’s wedding is what she has been feelings for along time, a whole year to be exact. She, is basically saying that she regrets their breakup, that she wishes that they had done things differently, that they gave up too soon. Everything, she felt was poured out in this moment and it wasn’t something that is fleeting, it’s not something that she didn’t mean in that moment, it was something she was holding onto for along time and this was a perfect moment to tell Barney how she was truly feeling. Her, real and true feelings came out from this speech, it’s kind of parallels Barney’s speech to her when he’s breaking up Robin and Nick’s relationship. In, the heat of these moments Barney and Robin both shared their true feelings for each other and for some reason I think Barney knew that Robin was in love with him, probably for a while which leads me to another theory of Barney knowing that what Robin told him to tell Nora at Punchy’s wedding was actually not for Nora but from Robin to Barney. Barney, isn’t stupid, naive or in denial I think he fully knew that Robin was telling him that she was in love with him and that’s why he figured that she wanted to be with him after they slept together. I, also think that’s why Barney believed she wasn’t in love with him, since she chose Kevin over him. But, I will say this again if I haven’t already…

Robin Scherbatsky, chose Barney NOT Kevin she chose to breakup with Kevin to be with Barney and she wasn’t happy about choosing to stay with Kevin. Throughout, the rest of that relationship she was not ever happy and stalled on saying yes to Kevin’s proposal unlike the quickness and sureness of saying yes to Barney’s proposal. She, didn’t need a minute to think about saying yes to him because she was already in love with him and wanted to chose him after they agreed, yes agreed that they wanted to be together. So, my initial theory is that their first breakup was so badly done that their feelings never went away. When, they got engaged that was their endgame, that was their final destination, it was their destiny. Getting, married was the biggest leap of sureness that both ever took and being together made them both happy and neither felt like they were settling, rather than they were just married and happy. Those, other people would have been settling for them, but once they got engaged it was final. Barney and Robin get married and a divorce would have killed them, their first breakup was so awful that they never got over it or each other, what would a divorce truly do to them? Robin would end up just like the failnale bitter, sad, regretful but just like their first breakup she would still be in love with Barney and would have never truly moved on and I think that’s honestly the most devastating thing to ever go through again. Breaking up would have destroyed them internally, they would never ever recover from losing each other and I will say that with the development in tact neither would be happy, and neither would have moved on because they were the loves of each others lives.

Without, divorcing or even coming to that Barney and Robin are incredibly happy with each other and after they married they wouldn’t be traveling because Robin moved beyond that in her life by the time she married Barney. So, if her job had her traveling, she might not have done it, meaning she wouldn’t have taken that job since I know she was happy and settled in NY and her job was at a place where she’s happy with it and doesn’t need to travel. 

Sorry, for the long rant I didn’t think this was going to be this long but I just want to get this off my mind and write it here.

Beast You’ve Made of Me: Alternate Ending

So this ending was supposed to be tacked onto the ending we already have.  But it was weaker, and just drew it out from where it really was a very solid place to stop.  So I took it off, with regrets: it had a joke I’d been waiting to make for literally three fics.

So!  Have it here:


With the exception of the black lion, the little craft was faster than anything Shiro had controlled before.

And it was amazing.

At first, Shiro adjusted to the ship, flying in lazy circles around the castle.  Once he had that handled, he started working on some of the additions.

After, he had a new appreciation for why Hunk still flinched when Pidge talked about working on boosters.  It was certainly a ride.

Shiro kind of wanted one on the black lion.

The thought earned him a sulky mental reminder that the lion could go as fast as she pleased already, and he if wasn’t satisfied maybe he should stick to the dinky little craft he was piloting now.

Amused at the open jealousy, Shiro only sent the lion a wave of affection and promised he liked flying that way much more.  It seemed to do the trick, but the presence remained close by in the back of his mind.

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My Girl (Staurt Twombly One Shot)

I sighed heavily as I gripped at the manila folder in hand, the anger boiling deep inside me while Graham, yet again as per usual, made an asshole comment toward Zach, our overweight group member.

“You’re so fat, man,” he muttered, making a face in disgust. “So fat…”

I pressed my lips together as I tried to hold back my own snarky comment, but bit my tongue instead. With that he finally dismissed our team for the day.

As I collected the rest of my things and began heading out, I could feel myself deeply regretting the decision to ever come in for an internship at Google for the summer before my graduating year from Stanford. Well, more like I regretted ever agreeing to team up with Graham.

I rolled my eyes as he eyed me up and down the minute I began making my way toward the exit. From the get go, I knew he hadn’t bothered to pick me for his team based on my merit, but merely because of my looks. He made that extremely clear.

“Will I be seeing you later then, beautiful?” he smirked.

“Nope,” I stated simply, slamming the folder right into his chest and making my way out. He huffed out in slight annoyance, but desire.

“Always playing hard to get,” he said through his accent, not bothering to hide his smirk. “I love it.”

Ignoring the comment, I immediately reached down for my purse in attempt to pull out my phone and distract myself a little further while I continued to walk. I huffed out in annoyance as I continued to dig, but couldn’t find it. An audible gasp and small shriek escaped my lips as I ran into someone.

“Whoa, whoa,” an unfamiliar voice cried out, reaching out for my arms and quickly grounding me. “I’m so sorry about that!”

I quickly turned over to look directly into a wrinkled smile and kind blue eyes. Instantly, I was able to recognize one of the older interns Graham was so set on destroying.

“You’re fine,” I breathed out before finally gripping the familiar lump and pulling out my phone from my purse. “Thank you.” With that I lowered my gaze onto the screen and attempted to maneuver my way past the old man.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on there,” he began, his hands pulling me back by the arms. “You’re (Y/N), right? Part of Graham’s team?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, looking up to him, my brows furrowing slightly.

“I’m Nick,” he smiled, dropping his hold on me and extending a hand for me to take.

“Pleasure,” I responded rather curtly as I looked back down to my phone screen.

“Look at you,” he seemed to chuckle. “You remind me of a certain team member of my own. Nose always stuck to that small four-inch screen. Uh, maybe you’ve met him.” He made a gesture and I barely glanced in time to watch him point over to someone in the distance. My eyes followed. “Stuart. Stuart Twombly.”

The minute my gaze landed on the boy, I felt my throat constrict and my cheeks burn up. Of course I knew who Stuart Twombly was. We both had gone to the same high school, graduated the same year, hung around the same crowd of people. He was the same boy I had been crushing on since my freshman year. However, he never knew I even existed.

It was a huge surprise when I came to find out that he had joined the Google internship program as well. That first day, when we were split up into groups, I had hoped to join him, but Graham beat me before I could even approach the boy.

During the first challenge, I would steal glances toward him every now and then. Watch as him and his team mates would frantically write against the clear board trying to figure out the bug in the code. However, the minute he’d take notice that someone was watching, I’d instantly look away. It wasn’t until the second challenge that I tried to interact with him, but as usual, he was glued to his phone. During the second half of Quidditch, I purposely dropped the quaffle in order for Stuart to get a hold of it and score for his own team, earning them the big win. For a brief moment we exchanged smiles that day, but it never went past that.

“I take that as in you do know him?” Nick gave a laugh, snapping me back into reality.

“I—I might have been acquainted with him,” I stammered, lowering my gaze yet again as my face only grew hotter.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” his expression seemed to twist into that of sneaking suspicion. “Do I detect a little something for our little Stewie?”

“N—No. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I cleared my throat and held my head high, straightening my composure as if to seem uninterested. “You guys are the enemy, according to Graham. The competition. And besides, Google policy is: say no to love. Even if I was interested—which I’m not—it’s not going to happen.”

“Now, now,” he shook his head and chuckled. “I can see straight through the act. There’s no need to pretend you’re even on that asshole’s side. I’m sure you’re a pretty smart girl. Maybe a current student attending UCLA or something—”

“Stanford,” I corrected.

“Even better,” Nick shrugged. “You know that following Graham will only take you so far. And policy or not… You gotta live a little sometimes. I mean take me for instance; I was told I’m not allowed to go after a certain sexy Australian in management, but yet I took a chance and asked her out to dinner some time.” He paused as he looked down to me, pointing a finger. “Now I saw that glint in your eye. It was just enough to tell me everything I need to know.”

“Which is?” I gulped slightly.

“You care about Stu. You’re interested,” he smirked slightly. “And a little birdy once told me… He seems to be pretty interested in you too. Do with that what you will.” He seemed to shrug before walking off. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

I squinted my gaze as I watched him walk off toward his group, clapping his hand with Stuart in greeting before getting back to their own work. The boy’s eyes flickered over to me briefly, a small awkward smile creeping upon his lips before tentatively waving toward me with two fingers. Could the bump in have been on purpose?

~

Later that day, I sighed heavily as I slammed the empty tray over the bar counter, my calves burning and my feet throbbing with regret. Much like every other night I took up a shift at the bar, my body begged me to stop wearing heels. However, that seemed to be nearly impossible with the kind of job I had.

Even though Google provided me with a lot of things, I still had bills to pay, and the internship was just that… An internship. Meaning, I had no money whatsoever. With that being said, I took up a part time job as a waitress slash bartender at a local strip club.

Sure, I could have easily taken up a waitressing job at any other restaurant or bar, but Brass Rail was known for its huge tips. In one shift, I could easily pay for my car and phone bill. And the best part about it all, I didn’t have to take my clothes off for the money either. However, policy did state that my appearance had to be presentable. And by presentable, I mean I had to wear promiscuous outfits, especially if I wanted to make great tips for the night.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?” Patty, the bartender for the night, asked as she wiped the bar counter clean. The woman was a few years older, but she had become a really close friend of mine and she most definitely looked out for me. “You’ve been working hard for the past couple of days. And besides, shouldn’t you be back at home working with your team to create that new app or whatever?”

“No, Graham got it all covered,” I said with a roll of my eyes.

“Either way, I think we’ve got it covered. The night’s still young, maybe you should go out and have some fun!” Patty encouraged as her lips curved into a playful smile. “Maybe find yourself a cute boy or something. You’re always too busy with your internship and here that you never have any time for yourself. Find yourself a cutie.” It took me a minute to realize she was nodding toward the entrance. “Kinda like that one.”

My eyes flew over to the door, quickly landing on the familiar boy that stood at the front of his group, nose buried deep into his phone. Instantly, I felt my eyes go wide as I caught sight of his friend and team mate, Nick. He quickly grinned as he noticed me and began reaching out for Stuart, who didn’t bother to acknowledge him.

“Oh no,” I gasped, quickly spinning around and gripping at the counter behind me.

“What?” Patty asked. “What’s the matter, sugar?”

“I—I know him,” I stammered.

The music continued to blare throughout the club, the bass bouncing, while Patty took a moment to herself and gasping.

“Ahhh! I see where this is going!” she shouted over the sound. “You like the boy, don’t cha?”

“Kinda,” I admitted guiltily as I turned back to her feeling myself wanting to panic. “But he’s never noticed me.”

“Then make him notice you,” Patty smirked. I gasped as she suddenly reached over the counter and toward my already see-through romper, ripping at the buttons in order to reveal more of my black laced bralette and stopping just an inch before my belly button. She ran her hands through my hair, adjusting it before turning me back to face the group. “Now grow some ovaries and go to him!”

I stared at the boy with wide eyes for a moment before sucking in a deep breath and starting my way over to them. You could do this. You got this, (Y/N). “By the way! You’re officially off the clock! So whatever you do from here on out won’t be held against you!” Patty shouted after me.

“Show you to your table?” One of the topless girls asked as she approached the group. Her eyes landed on Stuart, about to make a move before I stopped her in her tracks.

“I’ll take care of this one,” I assured her with a small smile. He hadn’t bothered to tear his gaze away from his phone.

“Great big world out there, my friend,” Nick said, his fingers making their way under the boy’s chin. “Just three inches up, I beg you.”

His eyes slowly lifted, growing slightly as he finally noticed who stood before him. I bit my lower lip as I felt a surge of confidence grow from within me.

“Hey,” I greeted simply.

“Hey,” he said breathlessly.

“I’m—”

“(Y/N),” he nodded, seeming dazed. “I know.”

Nick’s lips curved into a huge grin as he pushed him toward me.

“Experience the world, Stewie,” he encouraged. “There’s a whole lot more outside that phone screen.” I looked over to Nick, nodding in appreciating before turning back to the dazed boy that stood before me.

“What—what are you doing here?” Stuart asked.

“I work here,” I responded, taking his hand and leading them to their table.

“You’re not—”

“I’m not a stripper,” I laughed as I turned over my shoulder to look at him. “I’m a waitress slash bartender. I needed something to pay the bills while I’m doing this internship at Google.”

“In that case, you can hook us up right?” Nick asked as he rushed his way forward. I grinned and nodded.

“Shots on me, guys,” I said, coming to a stop and turning over to Stuart. “But only if this one dances with me after.”

He pushed on his glasses and opened his mouth as he turned to his friends, unsure of what to say before Nick and the others nodded in encouragement.

“O—Okay,” Stuart agreed.

~

Everybody cheered as I made my way over to the table, carrying the large tray containing the fourteen shots of tequila.

“Before we do this, (Y/N), meet Billy, Lyle, Neha, Yo-Yo, and of course you know Stuart,” Nick quickly tried to introduce as he clapped his two hands together. “Now we can all indulge into some good ol’ shots knowing each other’s names! Let’s go!”

“It’s about time this group had a night,” the other man, known as Billy said.

“Let the good times roll!” Nick shouted.

“Bingo!” Billy agreed.

“There’s two for everyone,” I grinned as I placed the tray down and my way over in order to sit next to Stuart.

“Alright, here we go!” Nick cheered, picking up a shot and handing it over to the boy known as Yo-Yo. “Bottoms up, bud!”

“Oh, I—I can’t,” he stammered.

“What? You’re twenty-one right?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, but my mom says alcohol numbs the brain,” Yo-Yo shook his head.

“Look, I’m not saying a shot of tequila’s the first step on the journey to self-respect, but goddamn, maybe it’s a step in the right direction. Maybe?” Nick finished off, handing him the shot as we all took one in our hands. “Your call.”

The boy hesitated for a moment.

“One shot!” Yo-Yo finally said, holding up a finger rather sternly.

“You’re gonna want that other one, dude,” I grinned as I edged myself closer to the table, holding out my shot.

“Anyways, CHEERS!” Billy shouted as we all brought our shot glasses and clanged them together before taking the swig of alcohol.

“To the night you’ll never remember!” Nick cheered.

We all turned to Yo-Yo as he was the last to take his shot. He hesitated for a moment before forcing the liquid down and shutting his eyes tightly. We all waited for a moment as he shot up out of his seat and began screaming.

“YEAH!” He shouted.

“All right!” Everyone cheered.

“One more!” Yo-Yo cried out, reaching out for his other shot glass.

I gripped at Stuart’s hand and intertwined our fingers the minute we finished our last shot and began leading him to a clear opening. Whether it was the new found confidence that began blossoming after Patty or maybe it was the tequila taking over, I felt myself growing comfortable enough to dance.

“Holy shit,” Stuart breathed out as I turned my back to him and wrapped his hands around my waist, moving my hips along with the rhythm. I gave a satisfied smirk as I pressed myself against him, allowing him to move along with me.

We had gotten halfway through the song, grinding against one another before he stopped. Stuart quickly turned me around, keeping his hands over my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the closeness.

“Can we talk?” He finally asked, gulping slightly.

My smile faded as I looked up to him, letting my hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest.

“Yeah sure,” I nodded. He took up my hand and lead me back to the table, where the rest of the interns had cleared up in order to have their own fun. We both sat down, Stuart instantly dropping his hold on my hand before wiping it against his jeans and looking down.

“Uh. I—I have to confess something,” he stammered.

“What is it?” I asked, my brows furrowing slightly, attempting to scoot closer to him.

He hesitated for a moment, noticing the closing space between us.

“Is it horrible timing to say I’ve liked you since freshman year of high school?” He asked. My smile faded slightly as my eyes widened. “Maybe it’s the tequila talking…”

“N—No. I—I mean, you have?”

He simply nodded.

“I just never thought I’d even get the chance to do this with you,” he admitted, finally finding the courage within himself to turn to me and motioning between the two of us. “I always figured you didn’t know I even existed. I mean, I know I’m not the greatest person ever. I don’t like people and I hide behind snarky comments, so I come off as an asshole, but…” His eyes softened. “I like you. You’ve been the only person I’ve ever really liked.”

I kept my silence as my expression lifted in awe.

“When I saw that you took this internship at Google, you were the only person I wanted to team up with. Especially knowing your background. I mean, you were Valedictorian in high school, so obviously you’re really smart—like, really smart. So, when I saw you walk in through those doors, I thought… maybe this is my second chance, my time to grow some balls and actually talk to you and work with you, but then I saw Graham beat me to it, so I gave up,” he lowered his gaze again as he shrugged. “I grew bitter. Became more of an asshole… I just didn’t want to team up with anybody else.” I pressed my lips together as I felt myself smile.

“I like you too, Stuart,” I finally said, taking up his hand. He looked up to me, surprise lining his features. “If I’m being honest, I’ve liked you since freshman year too. I just didn’t have the courage to talk to you and get to know you better back then.”

His lips curved into a small smirk as looked to me from the corner of his eye, a new sort of confidence about him showing.

“Well, in that case… wanna start over?”

I chuckled and felt my smile turn into a grin.

“I’d like that,” I nodded.

“Drinks?!” I heard a familiar voice shout over the booming music. Quickly turning over, I finally noticed Patty standing around with a tray full of shots, a smirk plastered over her face.

“YEAH!” Yo-Yo cheered as the others came swarming in for their drinks.

~

After a few more shots and other various drinks, both Stuart and I began to loosen up. Talking and laughing the night away. Just a few feet ahead of us Neha began bouncing up and down, before running up and taking me by the hands and leading me to the dancefloor. I quickly turned back and grabbed a hold of Stuart’s hand, bringing him along.

The beat began to pick up and I moved my body to the rhythm while Neha tried to grind against me. I laughed as Stuart stood back, dancing about rather awkwardly. An idea suddenly sparked as Neha was dragged away by one of the various strippers in order to receive a lap dance. The tequila was definitely taking over this time.

I led Stuart back to the table before tossing him back into the comfortable chairs. His glasses fumbled a bit before he pushed them back with a laugh. I smirked before quickly climbing over him, straddling him and giving into the music. My first official lap dance over the guy I had been crushing on for six years.

My hands ran through his dark hair, his glasses messing up along the process as I drew closer to his face. His own hands made their way down to my hips, moving me along his lap. I smirked as I lowered myself just inches away from his lips.

“Look at what we got cooking here!” Billy laughed as we both continued to move along. “Ready?” I snorted and moved in order to rest my head over Stuart’s shoulder as the giggling took over the minute a flash of light spotted over us and Billy finished taking our picture.

“Exchangeagram moment, bitches!” he cried out, while the two guys high fived.

I threw my head back and laughed as I continued to grind against the boy once Billy left us to our private moment. The tequila was definitely talking for me as I lowered myself once again, my body not bothering to stop. My hands gripped at Stuart’s face as he watched in amazement, slowly lowering them down to his shoulders. I bit the corner of my lip for a moment as I drew closer to him. He stopped, having caught on as one of his hands made their way over to the crook of my neck. Our breaths slowed down as they came out in low shallow huffs. Without further hesitation, we both collided, our lips finally connecting. Whether it was the alcohol or something more, my head swirled and for a moment I could have sworn that sparks flew from all around. The whole place seemed to grow quiet for a moment. It was just the two of us and from deep inside, I felt a surge of emotions begin to pour out into the long awaited kiss. The moment I had been anticipating was finally happening and it completely surpassed any fantasy I had ever had. He was an amazing kisser and the chemistry was beyond what I had ever imagined. The make out session ensued the minute we began to move our lips against one another.

“(Y/N)?!” A familiar voice called out from behind. I quickly pulled away with a gasp, my whole body tensing up. “What the hell are you doing with these losers?!”

“Graham,” I muttered, turning my attention to the boy.

“I’ve been calling you fifty thousand times,” he held out his phone, his brows merging. “Zach said you’d be at work, but I see you’ve been doing far more than just work.”

I quickly climbed off of Stuart and looked down in shame. Even though I hated the guy, I didn’t want to be kicked off the team. It was still a great opportunity to work at Google, even if that meant I had to deal with Graham the entire time. If I was kicked out, there went my chances.

“You’re coming back with me,” he demanded, snatching up my wrist and pulling me with him. “We have work to do!” I tried to yank myself away, but it was useless. Turning back, I noticed the anger flicker over Stuart’s face as I stared back apologetically, stumbling behind Graham. It was bound to happen, being a part of his team, I wasn’t allowed to interact with the competition. Especially Stuart.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Nick held out his hands in the air as he stepped between the exit and Graham. “What seems to be the problem here?”

“It’s not any of your business, old geezers,” he spat out, attempting to maneuver past the two.

“Come on take it easy,” Nick grinned as a few other guys began approaching the scene. Graham’s posse no doubt. “Is this the Jets and the Sharks all of a sudden? Montague and Capulets?” Stuart pushed his way through, finally facing Graham and his grip suddenly tightened around my wrist. He smirked as he pulled my body closer to him, wrapping an arm around my waist. I cringed and tried to push away from him as he lowered his face to mine.

“(Y/N) is part of my team. She’s my girl, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He drawled out as he tried to kiss my cheek. My brows furrowed and I pushed him back, the anger I felt obvious by now.

“I’m not your girl!” I spat back. This seemed to please him as he gave a laugh.

“She sure loves to play hard to get,” Graham smirked, turning to the others. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. We need to get back on track to beating you guys.” He turned to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Come on beautiful.”

I made a face and tried to push away his arm.

“Get off of me—”

“Don’t touch her,” Stuart grumbled, stepping before the two grown men that tried to hold him back, his hands shaking as he balled them into fists. Yo-Yo, Neha, and Lyle soon appeared just behind.

“Oh yeah?” Graham huffed, seeming amused. “What are you going to do about it?”

I gasped as the strobe lights suddenly turned on and the fighting began. Stuart was the first to throw a punch and lock against Graham’s jaw. Indistinct shouts began to echo throughout the place as the others joined in.

“Stop!” I cried out, trying to pull Stuart away from Graham.

“AHHHHH!!!!” Yo-Yo ferociously yelled as he climbed over a table and jumped on someone’s back. I shrieked and stepped back as Graham fell over on his back, Stuart punching furiously.

“STOP!” I shouted again.

“Stay away from MY girl!” Stuart cried out, his hands gripping at Graham’s collar before raising him for a second and slamming him right back down. My eyes widened slightly as I stared in both shock and awe. He had called me his girl.

“My mother hits harder than you!” Yo-Yo shouted, instantly snapping me back into reality.

“YEAH! Down goes Frazier! Whoo!” Neha cheered as she kicked someone’s groin. “What’s up—oh, shit!”

My eyes widened as the security guards all began rushing in, picking up the girl and attempting to escort her out.

“See you again! I’ll kill you!” she shouted as she struggled against them. “Hide your kids! Hide your wife!”

One of the bigger ones finally managed to yank Stuart away from Graham.

“That’s how you party!” Stuart shouted in pride before being escorted out. I pressed my lips together as I fought back my laugh before attempting to follow after.

“(Y/N)! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” The boy cried out, his body still laid out as he tried to raise himself on his elbows. “Get back here!”

I stopped and turned to him, my expression hardening. Maybe I would regret my decision later, but I had had enough of Graham for one night.

“No,” I responded. “Find yourself another team member. I quit!”

“You can’t quit! You’re mine!”

“No,” I shook my head. “I’m Stuart’s now.”

Just a few steps ahead, the boy stopped and looked to me in awe as I turned to him with a smile. Stuart suddenly grunted as the security guard kneed him and pushed on to get them out. My eyes widened and I quickly rushed over to help.

“We’re too hot to party!” Yo-Yo shouted as a security guard yanked on his collar. “That’s why they got to kick us out! Cause they’re gonna call the fire department! Why don’t you bring it outside the party?!”

“WHOOO!” Lyle cheered on.

“No more fun, c’mon,” Nick sighed as he grabbed a hold of the two boys and led them out.

~

Stuart and I sat back on one of the picnic tables by the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the few spots made to take in the beauty of it all. The boy groaned slightly as I lightly tried to clean up his wounds. I made a face and chuckled as he lightly pushed my hand away, not being able to stand the pain.

“You really took a beating back there,” I muttered.

“Well, I couldn’t stand around and let that asshole disrespect you like that,” he grumbled, his eyes glued onto the bridge.

“Would you look at that view?” Nick sighed out as he made his way closer to us, clapping a hand on Stuart’s back and causing him to wince in pain. “Buddy, you were an animal out there tonight!”

“Right,” Stuart scoffed, resting his elbows over his knees and looking down.

“No, you were!” Nick shook his head. “I’m sure (Y/N) agrees with me!”

I simply nodded.

“Thanks for standing up for me,” I smiled, keeping my gaze on him. Reaching out for his hand, he turned to me for a moment as we intertwined our fingers and I scoot my way closer to him, resting my head over his shoulder.

“Awe, would you look at that? Looks like you two really hit it off,” Nick grinned. “Glad my plan worked!”

“You set this whole thing up?” Stuart asked, his eyes squinted as he turned to the man in disbelief. He gave a shrug as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets.

“I had a hunch you two had a little somethin’ somethin’ so I thought why not?” Nick chuckled. “It sure got you to loosen up, Stewie. Plus, I figured it’d give me some brownie points so you’d warm up to me.” Stuart fought back a smile before turning to me as I nuzzled myself closer to him.

“Thanks man,” he said, turning back to Nick.

“What up with it, hot thing,” Lyle continued to sing along, making his way over to us as he texted away. “Hot thing, hot thing…”

“Lyle!” Nick called out. “Looks like you also hit it off tonight. Saffron, right?”

“Yeah, I’m texting her that I love her and I’m sending her this picture I just took of little Lyle when he made pee in the bushes,” he slurred. “Look, he’s winking!”

“No, Lyle. Lyle, Lyle, that’s a horrible idea,” Nick shook his head. “Please don’t do that. You’re drunk off your ass.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m flying, baby,” Lyle responded with a high pitched chuckle.

“Okay, Lyle, you’re not flying,” Billy joined in, shaking his head. “What’s seventeen squared?”

“Two eighty-nine. Why?” Lyle asked.

“Give me a harder question that that,” Billy sighed as he turned to us. “You know where I’m driving with this.”

“Try, uh, maybe square root of seventeen,” Stuart suggested.

“Like, four point twenty-three? Maybe?” Lyle answered uncertainly, his expression becoming puzzled for a moment.

“That’s the app,” Nick gasped. “That’s the app we should do right there!”

“What?” Billy asked. My brows furrowed slightly as I sat up straighter, not bothering to drop my hold on Stuart.

“Some quiz questions you gotta answer before you can send a drunk text or a drunk email or phone call. Something to protect you from yourself,” Nick continued.

“Wait, you guys still haven’t come up with an app yet?” I asked.

“No,” Stuart shook his head.

“Well, that’s actually a pretty good idea,” I nodded.

“Can we do that?” Billy asked.

“Hells yeah, we could do that,” Neha scoffed out with a nod.

“Are you shitting me? I could program the shit out of that bitch on the bus ride home,” Yo-Yo slurred as he kept his laid down position.

“I could help with the customization and settings,” I suggested, my eyes landing on the drunk boy. “Considering the condition of the main operator.”

“Wait… You’re going to help us?” Billy asked, his expression twisting into that of confusion. “I thought you were with Graham.”

I grimaced as I looked down and tried to force a smile.

“Actually, I don’t belong to any team now, so there goes my internship,” I shrugged. “Which means you guys aren’t the competition anymore, so I could definitely help.”

Nick and Billy turned to one another while the others looked amongst each other. Their expressions lit up as they finally looked to me.

“(Y/N), how would you like to be one of our fellow Nooglers?” Nick offered. My eyes widened and I felt myself grin.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, can’t leave Stewie’s girlfriend behind now, can we?” Nick chuckled.

“I’m in!” I huffed out in excitement.

“C’mon then!” Billy began standing up.

“Let’s roll!” Nick announced. “Let’s get back to HQ!”

“Hey, wait, wait,” Stuart stopped everyone. “Let’s—let’s stay, like, five minutes, you know?” His eyes flickered over to me. “Just enjoy the view a little more.”

“Yeah, all right,” Nick agreed.

“Okay!” Billy sighed out and sat back.

Stuart hesitated for a moment as he looked directly into my eyes, his face slowly inching closer to mine. Before I knew it, he took up the crook of my neck and our lips gently met for a moment. From all around, I could hear the rest of the group start to cheer, causing us to laugh through the kiss and ultimately break away. I rested my head over Stuart’s shoulder as he pulled me closer, our eyes landing back to the rising sun over the ocean. What a way to end the night.


(A/N Crystal): Okay I know this blog is supposed to be Teen Wolf related but omg I had to because Stuart is just ugh. Beautiful. Anyways. I’m so sorry for the quality. I’ve been locked out from my computer so had to post through phone. Sorry for any mistakes! Hope you guys enjoyed!

TO STEFAN SALVATORE

I haven’t written a post in a long,long time but I feel like now it’s the right time to write one.

First of all, I would like to express how grateful I am for the fact that I started watching that tv show and mostly for my favourite fictional character a.k.a Stefan Salvatore. Before I started watching the show, I thought that there is nothing that can help me feel better because I was going through something really bad. And then I started watching the show. I gotta admit that every character had their own charm and complexity that made the show even more interesting. However, there was one character that stood up above everybody else and that was Stefan. Words can’t describe how quickly this character grew up on me. All the guilt, pain, betrayal, heartbreak and regret he has gone through just made me fall more and more into the depth of his character. But the one thing that made me love him the most was the fact that no matter through how many ups and downs he has gone through, he never lost his will to be good and selfless. 

Second of all, I would also like to express how grateful I am for Stefan meeting Elena. No matter what, my all time favourite ship has always been and always will be Stelena. I’m really happy that I got the chance to observe these two characters finding comfort and love in each other when they needed it the most. However, I gotta admit that I’ve always been quite appreciative of the relationship between Stefan and Katherine,as well. Although Katherine is the reason why all those bad things happened to Stefan, I strongly believe he truly loved her (Blame it on the Dobsley chemistry if you wish). However, his love wasn’t as big as the one for Elena. I’ve never watched such a powerful fictional couple and I probably never will. And this is one of the reasons why, it really hurts me to know that they didn’t end up together.

Furthermore, I gotta say that this ending broke my heart into pieces. Stefan Salvatore deserved true happiness. I wish the writers had given him a better ending of his story because he truly deserved it. However, the character of Stefan has always been developed on the fact that he is a martyr who desperately needs to find peace. Unfortunately, after all the years full of guilt and pain, the only way for Stefan to find peace was for him to be the martyr of the show for one last time and  sacrifice himself for his brother. It hurts me that Stefan had always sacrificed his own happiness for the happiness of the others but as I mentioned before, that was the beauty of Stefan’s character, his selflessness. 

To conclude, I wanna say that no matter what, I will always hold closely “The Vampire Diaries” and Stefan Salvatore. 

Thank you for everything, Stefan Salvatore

Thank you for everything, Stelena

Thank you for everything, Steferine

Thank you for everything, Silas and Amara.

And most importantly, thank you Paul and Nina for your undeniable on-screen chemistry and for this beautiful journey.