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alinastracker · 3 years

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for the prompt thing: 62 or 69 <3

you got it bb <3

prompt: I wanted to tell you that I liked you before prom but chickened out and now we’re about to graduate college and I can’t hold it in any longer

i can’t fight this feeling any longer (and yet i’m still afraid to let it flow)

"Mal, I love you."

Alina frowns, shakes her head, and tries again.

"Mal, you've been my best friend for so long, and I love our friendship, but you see, I'm also head over heels in love with you."

She blows out a frustrated breath, her newly chopped bangs briefly floating off of her forehead. Telling her best friend of nearly six years she’s in love with him should not be the number one thing on her mind right now. It’s graduation day, for Saints sake. A day she hadn’t been sure she would ever see. But all she can think about is Mal.

She had met him on one of the worst days of her life. Alina had been transferred to a new foster home in the middle of her junior year of high school. There were few things worse in adolescent life than moving to a new school in the middle of the year — especially in high school, in a small town where everyone seemed to know each other.

Alina had walked the halls that day clutching onto the straps of her backpack, late to nearly every class because her sense of direction was shit, and had even gone as far as to eat lunch in the bathroom like a stereotypical teen movie, the thought of walking into the cafeteria with all those eyes on her nearly ruining her appetite entirely. She had been stared at enough as it was.

Her last class of the day was art, and she was praying for it to be the reprieve she so desperately needed. If only she could fucking find it. The warning bell rang, heightening her already raised anxiety. Alina took a corner too fast and slammed right into a wall. No, not a wall — a boy.

“I’m so sorry!” she blurted, scrambling to her knees to help pick up the papers she made him drop.

“All good,” the boy reassured her.

Once the two of them had the papers off the floor, Alina looked up and nearly dropped them again. She was looking into the warm brown eyes of possibly the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on. He had a strong, defined jaw, grown out hair that wasn’t too shaggy, but still long enough to run her fingers through. And Saints, his lips. She was already imagining what those lips would feel like, subconsciously licking her own.

One side of the boy’s mouth quirked up, just a hint of a smirk, like he was used to having this effect on people. Shit, had he noticed her staring? Say something, Alina.

“Um, sorry,” she managed finally, handing him the pile of collected papers.

He chuckled. “You said that already.”

She tried a laugh of her own, but it came out all wrong, choppy and nervous. “Right.”

The boy stood to his full height, and for fucks sake, he had to be tall, too? She rose from her knees and he still towered over her. It was extremely attractive.

“So you’re the new girl,” he said, not a question but a statement. “I’ve heard murmurings about you today.”

“Murmurings?”

“Nothing bad. It’s just a small town. When someone new shows up, people notice.” He smiled, stuck out his hand. It took everything in her not to think about how long his fingers were. “I’m Mal.”

She took his hand, her own so tiny in comparison. “Alina.”

“Nice to meet you, Alina. Where are you headed?”

“220B? History of Traditional Art.”

Mal nodded. “Well, I can’t say that’s a room I’m super familiar with. I’m a shit artist. These hands are much better for other activities.” Her eyes must have widened, revealing just how filthy her mind was, because he quickly added, “Sports! I meant sports!”

A look passed between them, and then they were both laughing. It felt so good to laugh after the day she’d had.

“Anyway,” Mal continued, “I can help you find your way. I might not visit the art hall often, but I know my way around.”

Alina shot him another pointed look, and Mal groaned. “My way around the school! Saints, I’m really shooting myself in the foot as far as first impressions go, aren’t I?”

She grinned, but only said, “You’ll be late for class.” The final bell was going to ring any second.

Mal waved her off. “That’s all right. What poor representation of Stag Spirit would I be if I let the new girl walk around like a lost puppy? And besides,” he shot her a grin to match her own, “we can’t have you running around, terrorizing other kids and their poor papers now, can we?”

Alina let out something between a scoff and a laugh. “I said I was sorry!”

He turned, walking backwards toward the stairs. “Did you? Must have missed it.”

She shot daggers in his direction, but she smiled the whole way to the art room. The next day, she dared to actually step into the cafeteria for lunch. People were still staring, but after yesterday, she expected it. Part of her was hoping she would find Mal in the crowded space, but she doubted it would matter even if she did. After some social media stalking last night, Alina had discovered what she should have known from the start — Mal was popular. He would already have a flock around him, friends he had known since childhood, who were just like him — attractive, athletic, alien to a kid like Alina who preferred quiet cafes and sketchpads to football fields and pompoms. He had been nice to her yesterday, sure, but that didn’t mean—

“Alina!”

Her head popped up, scanning the sea of tables until she saw him, standing and waving her over. Sure enough, Mal was at a table filled with pretty, sociable looking people. But there was a space open next to him, and she realized with a little jump of her heart that he had saved that space for her.

It was the start of the fastest and fiercest friendship she would ever have. Mal was popular and sporty, yes, but he was also kind, funny, smart — and most surprising, had grown up in the foster care system, too. Alina made friends with his friends, a few of her own from her art class, but none of them matched what she grew with Mal. Suddenly she was a football field kind of girl, dressing from head to toe in school colors for each match, cheering for her best friend so loud she gave the cheer squad a run for their money. Over the next year and half, they were entirely attached at the hip.

And while it had truly started as a friendship, by the time senior prom came around, Alina had to face the fact: she was head over heels for the boy. Hell, she had noticed how attractive he was from that first fateful meeting. Mix that with how genuinely good she knew he was — how caring, how attentive, how it felt to have his head rest on her shoulder as he fell asleep during a movie; who could blame her for falling for him?

“You have to tell him!” her friend from art class, Yelena, had insisted.

“I know, I know.” She sighed. “I’ll do it at prom.”

They were going as a group — her, Mal, Mikhael, Dubrov, Yelena, and a few others from their meshed circle of friends, brought together by the two of them. But Mal had still matched his tie to her dress, a stunning royal blue. Mal had still bought her a corsage — a delicate thing of mostly blue irises, her favorite flower. He was not her date, yet in every way except in name, it felt like he was, and Alina basked in the feeling.

But as song after song played, Alina found herself backing out each time she tried to approach him. Yelena was shooting pointed looks at her all night, murmuring as she passed her, “You’re running out of time.”

Then a punky pop song came on, one of her and Mal’s favorites. She called him over. “Dance with me!” she exclaimed, and laughed as he all but pulled her onto the dance floor. Neither of them were good dancers, but they were enthusiastic, at least with each other. As the song neared its end, Alina sucked in a breath.

“Mal, I have to tell you something.”

He raised a brow, waiting for her to speak. The song ended, and their principal took to the stage. “All right folks, it’s time to announce your prom king and queen!”

Everyone was cheering and turning to the stage, but Mal was still looking at her, still waiting for her answer.

Alina opened her mouth, closed it, then finally said, “Thank you for the corsage. I really love it.”

Mal gave her a quizzical look, lips tugging down — and was that disappointment in his eyes? Before she could fully read him, his face smoothed, his usual charmed smile returning. “Of course, Lina.”

“And your prom king is,” the principal was saying, “Malyen Oretsev!”

The crowd roared. Mal’s smile turned sheepish, and he took to the stage to accept his crown. Ruby was named prom queen, to no one’s surprise. Alina watched them dance together in the middle of the room to a romantic song that would now forever be ruined for her. A little later that night, Mal came up to her, said, “You can get a ride home with Yelena, right?” He motioned behind him, flushing a little even as he grinned, to where Ruby was waiting. “I’m gonna head out.”

Alina swallowed the stupid lump in her throat and nodded. Mal pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and then he was gone. She would spend the night at Yelena’s, crying on her shoulder that she had missed her chance — if she’d ever had one to begin with. Because of course Mal would choose Ruby. Beautiful, blond Ruby, much more his equal than Alina could ever be.

Graduation came, and it was happy. But in all of the pictures and celebrations was Ruby — no longer just captain of the cheer squad Ruby, but Mal’s girlfriend Ruby. She watched them partake in a summer romance that she was guiltily happy to see fizzle out once college came and split them apart. Luckily, her and Mal were off to Os Alta University together, home of the Firebirds. They forged a new friend group there: the twins, Tolya and Tamar, Nadia, David, Genya, Zoya, Nikolai. Mal didn’t really date freshman year, sticking to little flings that Alina told herself didn’t matter. In sophomore year, the tension between him and Zoya finally snapped, and the two of them had a brief . . . something together.

Of course, Alina had her own dabbles in romance — Alexei being the sweetest, Aleksander nearly making her swear off men all together. Her next two flings were with women, both because she had finally fully accepted her bisexuality and because she truly had lost trust in the male species. She even made out with Nikolai a couple times, but they had both just been using each other. They’d spent one night in a club so obnoxiously all over one another that Zoya had stormed out. Her thing with Mal had been off and on at that point, and the next morning, she texted him that they were off for good.

Two weeks later, Nikolai and Zoya were dating. Mal was single.

And still, she hadn’t made a move.

Alina stares in the mirror now, watching the tassel on her graduation cap sway back and forth. In an hour, she’ll be moving it from the right to the left and leave Os Alta University in the rear window. It hadn’t been easy getting here — nothing is easy for a foster care kid, especially one who wants to be an artist. But she’s done it. She’s graduating with top honors. Saints, she even has a job lined up. Everything she worried about growing up — making a future for herself, being swallowed by the system, figuring out who she is without the guidance of her birth parents — she has faced all of it head on. At every step, she’s run after what she’s wanted and grabbed it by the hands until it was hers.

Everything except Mal.

And try as she might, she can’t imagine a future without him in it.

He’s not seeing anyone — for now. Last night he texted her, laughing about how Ruby of all people had hit him up. She’s going to be in the city this weekend, apparently, and asked if he wanted to get a drink. It felt like prom all over again.

“Alina, come on!” Genya calls. “We’re going to be late!”

“Coming!” she calls back.

Alina follows Genya and Zoya down to the car, sits numbly in the backseat as they drive to the giant building holding their graduation ceremony.

“Look alive, Starkov,” Zoya says as they get out of the car, linking their arms. “Today is for happy things. New beginnings.”

Genya takes her other arm. “No pouting about boys unless you’re going to do something about it.”

She smiles, and for a little while, it’s not forced. There’s a rush of excitement as they walk inside and find their seats. Genya isn’t too far off from her, but Zoya’s a few rows ahead. In the rows between them, still too far to talk to but not too far to make out the back of his head, is Mal. He’s talking to the guy next to him, even though she’s pretty sure he doesn’t know him. But that’s Mal, blooming wherever he’s planted.

Alina knows she shouldn’t, but the ceremony hasn’t started yet, so she stands and calls out, “Mal!”

Somehow, he hears her over all the ruckus around them. The smile he gives her has her heart beating double time. “I’ll find you after!” he shouts back, though of course, she already knew that. Mal always finds her.

As the ceremony starts and a handful of different people come up to make speeches, she finds herself slipping into her thoughts from earlier. In her head, she sees Mal and Ruby, meeting for that drink. They pick up right where they left off. Ruby moves to the city, moves in with Mal. Alina’s there through all of it, supporting Mal like she always has, always will. On the sidelines she stays, watching him as he gets married and has ridiculously beautiful babies. None of it is real, not yet, but the thought is so painful she has tears in her eyes.

Well, at least she can blame the tears on emotional graduation bullshit as she watches her friends walk the stage, cheering for each of them even though they’re not supposed to. Tamar and Tolya, the latter looking pretty emotional himself. David, who walks quickly even though he’s probably the most awarded student of the whole graduating class. Nikolai, who dramatically presses a kiss to the hand of the Os Alta University President after she hands him his diploma. Zoya, who walks the stage as if she owns it.

Then Mal’s name is called, and she cheers so loud she’s pretty sure he hears it, if the grin on his face is any indication. Genya crosses, graceful as always. When her own name is called, she’s not expecting much. She has no family here save from the one she forged for herself. But as she walks, she can hear a very distinct cheer from a very distinct voice, and butterflies swarm drunkenly in her stomach.

In the minutes that pass between her walking the stage and the last name being called — poor Nadia —Alina knows what she’s going to do. No backing out this time.

“Congratulations, Class of 2021!”

Everyone cheers, and graduation caps go flying through the air. Alina tosses hers with everyone else, and then she takes off, pushing through her classmates as they jump and shout, running until she finds the right row, forces herself through the bodies in her way, until she’s in front of him. Until she’s found Mal.

“Alina,” he says in surprise. “What are you—”

“Don’t get a drink with Ruby.”

Mal frowns. “What?”

“I said don’t get a drink with Ruby!” she says, louder this time.

“I heard you. I’m just confused.” He shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair. “Why shouldn’t I have a drink with Ruby, and why did you run to tell me this right now?”

Because I’ve been in love with you from the first moment I saw you.

Because I wanted to tell you at prom, but I chickened out.

Because I’ve watched you kiss other girls for almost six years now, and I can’t stand to just watch any longer.

Alina doesn’t say any of that. Instead, she presses onto her tip toes, takes his face between her hands, and kisses him.

Mal stiffens, but doesn’t give her time to worry before he relaxes again, pulling her body against his, lifting her so she doesn’t have to stretch so far anymore. All around them are the happy cheers of a group of people at the end of one road stepping onto another. Families in the stands hoot and holler for their children, wipe tears and think, they made it.

But for Alina, it’s like being in a room where nothing exists except her and Mal, her best friend, her constant, the most important person in her life. She’s kissing him, she’s finally kissing him, and he’s kissing her back as if he’s been waiting for six years to do this, too. Like maybe he’s wanted her all along.

“Alina,” he breathes when their lips part, their foreheads pressed together instead. “Thank the bloody Saints.”

She giggles, actually fucking giggles, like a lovestruck school girl. “I’ve wanted this since prom. Before, even.”

Mal smiles, shakes his head the tiniest bit. “Me too.”

They laugh, so close that they’re breathing each other in. Two idiots, that’s what they are. But there’s no room to groan about what could’ve been sooner, no room to drown in regrets. They are young, and there is only room for joy in knowing they have the rest of their lives to make up for lost time. Starting now. Their lips meet again. Mal is steady and warm against her. He feels like home. It’s everything she’s ever imagined. It’s better.

Alina can see her future so clearly now, because she knows no matter what comes next, she’ll have Mal beside her to navigate through it.

He is all she’s ever wanted — her forever person, who won’t leave when she’s being unreasonable, who’s love is not conditional. He is all she’ll ever need.

#malina fanfic #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #fanfic #grishaverse fanfic #writing #mine #this didn't quite turn out how i expected but then again when does anything i write lmao #just some nice sweet malina feat idiots not realizing they love each other and lots of fun pining!#I HOPE U ENJOY ANA MY LOVE #it's 2am why do i keep writing at this hour sksksk #also don't entirely know how i feel about this but it issss what it isssss #maybe one day my writing style will be everything i want it to be

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thebrixtons · 3 years

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—BEHIND THE SCENES—

Sainte-Rose Boarding School, 10:55 a.m.

Previous - Beginning - Next

@wa-royal-tea

(Transcript under the cut!)

Assistant Dean Garnier: Travers is working hard to make sure this situation is resolved without involving parents.

Alfie: So you’re covering this up? Is that allowed?

Garnier: I wouldn’t necessarily call it a cover up, but... yes. Multiple eye witnesses stated that Gideon was in the wrong here. He was violent towards you, Miss Beauchamp— is that correct?

Catalina: Yes, ma’am.

Garnier: The lightest punishment I can give is detention for this afternoon, Mr. Frederick. As far as anyone’s concerned, this was a minor disagreement. Nothing more.

Alfie: I’ll do it. Only if you don’t call my parents, or Lina’s.

Catalina: Can I have detention, too? I was involved in this situation, as well. I would’ve punched Gideon if Alfie hadn’t!

Garnier: If you wish, Miss Beauchamp.

(Later that day in detention...)

[Catalina snoring]

#behind the scenes #arc: boarding school #sim: catalina #ts4 royal #ts4 royals #ts4 royal simblr #royal simblr #simblr #ts4 simblr #TS4 #ts4 edits #thebrixtons #tbcollab: alfina

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makeusfreefromthisfandom · 3 years

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Tag System!!

I’ve decided that I’ll be changing some of my tags up a bit to fit with my new theme 😼

#—channel.301 🎙 -> asks

#—the back alley 🚬 -> for when we all struggle together from college/uni/school/work 🤫 sounds cool but actually we’re just crying in the club 💔

#—the hedge 🥀 -> still the same hehe i fw ok (text posts/random thoughts/ —thorns if it’s a shitpost or rant)

#—crew 🧢 -> mutuals 😽

#—shotgun 💋 -> close mutuals/ my bad bitches 😼

#—games 🎰 -> ask games

Street Racer Names: send an ask (must be off anon) and tell me what group you would like to apart of!

Teams

#—Kurasano Flying Aces 🏁

jj (@prettysetterbaby)-> bubblegum ♠️

#—Seijoh Syndicate 🏁

soph (@animatedarchives)-> misterious ⛓

jae (@seijohlogy)-> jaestar ⛓

#—Fukurodani Circuit 🏁

#—Nekoma Impact 🏁

lina (@linak)-> hellcat 🐈‍⬛

#—Inarizaki Phantom Foxes 🏁

syren ( @syrenblubs )-> #—silver fox 🦊

gaby (@natsuya-enthusiast)-> #—sly saint 🦊

hanna (@a8mine)-> #—vixen 🦊

arden (@miyasangel)-> #—princex 🦊

val (@sunakissses)-> #—devoss 🦊

#—Shiratorizawa Street Souls 🏁

rena (@jaegerinc)-> #—2ren 🦅

#—Nohebi Sun Kings 🏁

Jeca (@glitchedover)-> #—starlite ☀️

#—Samezuka Sharks 🏁

Clio (@akaashirin)-> #—scarlett overkill 🦈

Vix (@croctears)-> #—crookodile 🦈

#—Iwatobi Society 🏁

Sabah (@ominous-meme)-> #—raven 🪶

kkbear (@kkbear)-> #—angel bear 🪶

!! Someone send an ask so I can test these out ajjsjskslsosksk !!

My street racer name is Black Rose or Matser of Faster (I couldn’t pick 😭) and as admin of this blog I have an exclusive membership to ALL the teams :b

#—the hedge 🥀#tags

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megafreeman · 1 year

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So, remember how I mentioned I'll do Saints Row reboot as a sequel to SRTT instead of a full reboot? Well I decided to make a whole list of what leads to the start of SRR. It serves more-so as a sequel to my unfinished fanfic Rose of Stilwater. Putting it under a read more cause its long.

First to establish the epilogue of Rose of Stilwater (which I won't even finish at this point lol). Its spoilers so don't read if you actually wanna hope I finish it one day. SPOILERS: Luchadores end up being selfish, Bloodhounds back off their partnership, Luchadores kill Anabelle, which triggers Bloodhounds allying with the Saints, after the Luchadores are defeated they became pretty much part of the Saints, as Saints ascent into a criminal empire approach similar to the Syndicate (basically Bloodhounds are what Luchadores are to Syndicate). Diesel, being a champion of Stilwater's Fight Club, gets offered by Lina to be Ultor's wrestling champion after they've been pestering her to start a wrestling career cause of the SRTT's Murderbrawl mission, and he moves to Steelport to manage his career from there, and runs Bloodhounds 2 from Saintfied Three Count, while Arron runs Bloodhounds 1 in Stilwater. Fuego betrays the Saints in favor for macho luchadores and ends up getting killed by hardened Rose at the end of the fic after learning how to be a proper ruthless leader. End spoiler.

Actual important details of epilogue: Saints become a criminal empire, getting split into Stilwater Saints and Steelport Saints. Stilwater Saints are led by SR1 Playa/SR2&TT Boss Lina after her return from Steelport adventures (who also runs THE empire, basically Saints Phillipe Loren), while Steelport Saints are lead by Viola after she proved to be trustworthy and capable leader in SRTT. Ryan leaves the Stilwater PD after realizing they don't care about the community and only care about filling reports, and that the Saints benefit the community a lot more.

Now actually stuff related to this AU

In 2016, after successfully stopping Cyrus' terrorist attack, Lina decided to run for President, she leaves the leadership of Stilwater Third Street Saints in Rose's hands after she proved herself in the fanfic.

In 2017, when Lina got inaugurated officially into White House, Rose took over the Saints full time and started running it with no limits.

Saints partnership with Ultor gets rocky as they ran out of stars to push Saints-Ultor Media group with. They wanted to make Rose into a star, but she refuses, breaking the cycle.

As Ultor are desperate trying to find new stars within the Saints, they slowly start becoming Ultor's moneypit as the profits starts stalling and a lot of projects had to be cancelled due to Lina's presidency.

They decide to instead hire Saints for a covert operation, they invite Rose to a meeting and ask her to sneak into their biggest rival's platoon, as they suspect that they have been stealing prototypes from them.

They specifically ask Rose because Ultor has been trying their hardest to stay clear from Santo Ileso after the 2001 union busting "accident". (I feel the need to note that this is an actual SRR canon) They needed an outsider, and nothing catchy for press to make headlines out of.

Ryan comes with Rose. He's bored of guard duty and wanted to see some action. He argues that he'd be great at it because of his experience as the undercover cop.

Ultor gives them fake identities with proper paperwork for them and a job to sneak into Marshall as their grunts. They are applied for their boot camp, which is where the two meet Sebastian and hit off with him.

They're provided housing by Ultor, where they're given an apartment suite in Poseidon's Palace in El Dorado, which is owned by one of Ultor's shell companies. (thought of this because Poseidon's is owned by Ultor in SR2, so this makes it a franchise owned by the same company)

This is where they story starts but here are a few more details. They get hired to work in the museum with Sebastian, but the whole security team gets laid off after the Hummingbird Codex is stolen. During the Networking mission, Sebastian reaches out to Ryan and Rose, who are desperately trying to figure out how to get back in Marshall without reporting their failure to Ultor (Saints-Ultor, and therefore Saints biggest moneymaker was on the line), and asks them to join the Saints. They figured, they could at least destroy the Marshall if anything.

Sebastian, who named Saints after Third Street Saints (massive fanboy), actually doesn't know they're Third Street Saints until mid game plot twist reveals it.

Game ends with Saints being merged into Saints Empire, and becomes Santo Ileso Saints alongside Stilwater Saints and Steelport Saints. Despite this, they have full reign over Saints activity in the west coast.

#saints row #saints row reboot #saints row 2022 #the williams universe #Boss:Lina #OC: Rose #OC: Ryan #Boss:Leo #sr #i do accept constructive criticism uwu

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niallsstainedcoffeecup · 5 years

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The Weekend Cottage

Harry dislikes his friend’s girlfriend, and attempts to destroy their relationship. Y/N finds herself aggravated from Harry’s tricks. Will Harry succeed in destroying the relationship, or will he find himself at the hands of fate? I hope you all enjoy. Feedback and requests are welcomed. Lots of love! ----------------------------------------

Her drooping eyes peeked through the narrow lines created by the raindrops trickling down the foggy windows and out onto the gray streets. An exasperated sigh parted her dry lips while she knuckled the sleep from her eyes. The mint green scoop emptied bitter coffee grounds inside the black coffeemaker. The neighbor’s cigarette smoke bled through the apartment’s thin wall. Her feet covered by fuzzy socks padded across the stained linoleum floor toward the buzzing fridge, her hands bypassed the overnight oats she prepared with the intent to eat healthier and slipped around the milk’s damp handle. Milk soaked the colorful cereal and marshmallows while she sipped the steaming coffee. Her thumbs scrolled past emails and messages from colleagues and friends. Joyce, her best friend since university, offered a free lunch at their favorite sandwich shop located near Y/N’s apartment. Y/N agreed, checking the hourly forecast with outfit ideas in mind. After breakfast, she dressed appropriately for the weather aside from the worn, white sneaker she wore everywhere. She fished through her black purse for the jingling car keys. A new message from Joyce’s long-term boyfriend, Andrew, reminded Y/N how late she would be if she didn’t find her keys in the next couple of minutes. A successful snicker escaped her lips once her fingers wrapped around the metal keys. She jogged down the creaking staircase and into the empty lobby. Y/N exited the apartment building, eyeing the red car she purchased after her university graduation. The black leather seats and lavender-scented air-freshener greeted Y/N once she opened the doors. She unlocked her phone, sending Andrew one last message before she left her building. I’ll be a few minutes late, but I can’t wait to see you! * * * * * *

Thick maroon curtains swayed against the beige walls lined with gold paintings. Men and women dressed in sleek, black suits paced around the candlelit store. Glass displays illuminated the expensive jewelry sat among the black velvet cushions. Andrew leaned his body into his sweaty palms pressed against the glass display’s gold trimming. “I selected three rings that I thought Joyce might like,” Andrew mumbled, releasing his teeth from his bottom lip. Y/N admired the three sparkling engagement rings, “Andrew, they are beautiful.” Five weeks ago, during a late dinner, Andrew asked Y/N for help choosing the perfect engagement ring for Joyce while Joyce snuck off to use the restroom. Now, Y/N blinked back happy tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks as she admired the rings. “Joyce would love all of these three designs. Hell, I love all of these rings, but the princess cut with the white gold band would look great on Joyce’s hand,” Y/N breathed out, looking into Andrew’s tear-filled eyes. Andrew’s beaming grin spread across his face before he wrapped his arms around Y/N. Y/N giggled, burying her face in Andrew’s sturdy chest. The spicy cologne Joyce purchased last Christmas for Andrew suffocated Y/N’s nose. Andrew tore away from the hug, informing a nearby salesperson about the decision. “When are you going to propose?” Y/N wondered. Andrew’s smile widened, “I asked my parents if we could borrow their weekend cottage. I’m sure Joyce will invite you to join us, but I planned on asking her during dinner with our friends.” “I can’t wait to see her reaction. Do you want to join us for lunch?” Y/N asked, walking toward the heavy oak doors. Andrew shook his head, pushing the door open with his hand and shoulder, “No, I told Joyce I had an early meeting. Don’t tell her anything.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I won’t spoil the surprise. I’ll see you this weekend.” Andrew waved goodbye, darting through crowds of people walking around the shopping center. Y/N spun around, heading toward the sandwich shop where Joyce waited without knowledge about Andrew’s plan. * * * * * *

“Andrew’s parents let us borrow their cottage for the weekend. Will you join us?” Joyce asked, lunging forward to cup Y/N’s hands. Y/N chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know. My boss assigned everyone a new project.” Joyce’s bottom lip jutted out, “Please, Andrew is inviting his friends, and I want my best friend with me. His friends are attractive too.” Y/N snorted, lifting the sandwich drenched in olive oil, “Why do his attractive friends matter?” “You could flirt with these men. The cottage is also near a gigantic lake,” Joyce gushed, wiping the lemonade glass’s condensation from her palm. Y/N groaned, “Fine, you win. I’ll visit the cottage with you this weekend.” Joyce squealed with joy, bouncing back and forth in the plastic stool. Y/N giggled, stabbing her fork into the salad drenched in dressing. She couldn’t believe the excited freshman handing out chocolate chip cookies to everyone on their floor would be engaged by the end of the weekend. * * * * * *

Tall, oak trees grew near the curvy dirt path that led to the sandstone cottage. The green branches intertwined, blocking the sun’s warm rays from the shadowed path. The beige dirt crunched under Y/N’s car tires. Her eyes widened the further her car traveled through the woods. Vines dangled from the cyan tin roof and snaked around the stone bricks. After Y/N parked her car next to the four vehicles, the cyan screen door swung open with an eerie squeal. Joyce raced down the creaky porch stairs and toward Y/N with open arms. “You’re here. What do you think about the cottage? I don’t know if it has a horror or romantic vibe,” Joyce rushed out, looking around the forest. Y/N chuckled, tugging the heavy suitcase from the trunk, “I imagine Hugh Grant waiting inside the cottage for me with roses.” Joyce giggled, slinging her arm around Y/N’s shoulders, “What is your obsession with Hugh Grant?” “Have you seen young Hugh Grant?” Y/N asked, following Joyce through the front door. “Before you walk through the house, Andrew mentioned the house is a no-shoes house,” Joyce announced, slamming a hand against Y/N’s chest. Y/N whined, rubbing the sore spot on her chest, “Okay, I’ll remove my shoes.” Y/N’s worn white sneakers joined the lineup of sneakers located near the squeaky door. Her sock-clad feet sunk into the stain-free cream carpet. Floral candles covered the musty scent radiating off the stone bricks. Family portraits and expensive marble statues decorated the silent cottage that felt the opposite of comfortable. Y/N followed Joyce through the living room and into the narrow kitchen, where Andrew and friends conversed. “Y/N, how was the trip?” Andrew asked, wrapping his arms around Y/N. “I loved the scenic drive,” Y/N mumbled, tearing away from Andrew’s hug. Y/N faced Andrew’s friends, prepared to introduce herself to the new faces. Her mouth dried up once her eyes landed on the familiar short, curly locks that she adored. His crystal green eyes stared back into her own. “Hello, I’m Y/N. I’m Joyce’s friend,” Y/N announced, waving to the three strangers and Harry. Harry smiled, waving back at Y/N, “I’m Harry, that is Lina, Justin, and Mark.” “How long have you known Andrew?” Y/N asked, tearing her eyes from Harry. Lina snorted, “I’m Andrew’s childhood neighbor, so I’ve known him since birth. Mark, when did you meet him?” Mark huffed, searching for the answer in the ceiling, “I met Andrew during university.” “I’ve known Andrew since secondary school,” Harry mumbled. “You are all saints to put up with him,” Joyce joked, “Y/N and I met during university.” Y/N nodded, “Well, I loved meeting everyone. I need a restroom break.” “Right, the restroom is the second door on the left,” Andrew pointed toward the dark hallway. Y/N followed Andrew’s instructions, locking the white bathroom door. A shaky sigh parted Y/N’s lips while her sweaty palms clutched the gray counter. Her trembling fingers wrapped around the silver knob with the blue label. Cold water splashed onto her wrists and hands. “Honey, are you okay?” Joyce’s concerned voice startled Y/N’s attention away from her panicked reflection. Y/N cleared her throat, “Yeah, I’ll be outside in a few minutes.” “Andrew and I are going grocery shopping. Are you freaked out about Harry?” Joyce asked, praying Y/N wouldn’t disown her for keeping Andrew and Harry’s friendship a secret. Y/N rolled her eyes, opening the bathroom door, “Yeah, I did not expect to meet my idol today. Wait, you didn’t tell him that I love him, right?” Joyce fervently shook her head, “No, I would never do that. Are you okay?” Y/N smiled, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Have fun with Andrew.” Joyce waved goodbye, running down the hall after Andrew. Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes at their sweet relationship. She followed the voices toward the backyard where Harry and Mark stood. Y/N admired the way his white t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. She slid the glass door open, listening to Harry’s conversation. “Can you believe Andrew’s proposing to her? Why can’t he see that she doesn’t love him? She’s dating him to get his money,” Harry complained, pressing the beer bottle to his rosy lips. Y/N gasped, stumbling over her feet. How could someone who preaches treating people with kindness, talk bad about his friend’s girlfriend? Y/N would not let Harry talk badly about Joyce when he didn’t know her. “Hey, you can’t talk bad about Joyce. You don’t even know her, so how do you know she wants Andrew’s money? Joyce would never use anyone for their money,” Y/N hissed, watching Harry and Mark slowly turn around with unamused scowls spread across their face. Harry chuckled bitterly, “Listen, what is your name? You should eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation.” Y/N glared, pointing her finger at Harry’s smug grin, “You are an asshole. Why would Andrew invite you?” “He invited me because I’m his friend. He invited you because he pitied Joyce for her lack of friends,” Harry stated through that smug grin. Y/N shook her head, disappearing inside the house. She couldn’t ruin Andrew’s romantic surprise with her complaints about his rude friend. She decided her best bet was to avoid Harry this weekend. * * * * * *

The orange sun dipped below the pines trees and cast a salmon pink glow onto the cottage. Floral scented bug spray masked the smoke billowing from the fire pit. Andrew and Harry heaved thick logs inside the glowing fire pit while Joyce handed out roasting sticks. Lina ripped the plastic marshmallow bag open with her teeth, and Justin and Mark lugged the cooler filled with alcoholic beverages onto the backyard deck. “Are we ready for smores?” Andrew asked, wiping the bark from his sore hands onto his dark jeans. Joyce shook her head, glancing up toward the bedroom window, “I’m going to check on Y/N. Harry, are you sure Y/N said she didn’t want smores?” Harry nodded fervently, “She mentioned something about needing rest from the trip. I offered to run her a bath, but she denied it all.” Joyce frowned, tutting under her breath, “Well, I’ll check on her one more time.” Joyce entered the cool house while Andrew and his friends looked through playlists. Her knuckles rapped softly against the wooden door. “Love, are you okay? Harry told us that you weren’t feeling well from the trip,” Joyce asked, leaning against the doorframe. The wooden door clicked open, revealing the spacious cream-colored room. A pinkish glow settled around the room from the window where Joyce could spot Andrew and his friends. Y/N plopped down onto the white duvet while Joyce admired the expensive art that lined the white walls. “Are you okay?” Joyce asked, sitting down beside Y/N. Y/N nodded, “Yeah, what did Harry say?” “He told us that you declined the smores because you needed rest,” Joyce mumbled, shifting her focus toward the large window again. Y/N nodded, debating whether she should inform Joyce about Harry’s cruel words, or should she ignore Harry for Andrew’s sake. What kind of friend would she be, if she ruined her best friend’s proposal weekend? She huffed, gripping her head, “Yeah, I’m exhausted. We can spend time together tomorrow.” Joyce smiled, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s body, “Okay, I love you. I think Harry is sleeping across the hall, so if you need anything, you can ask him. I think he likes you.” Once Joyce left, Y/N snorted at the thought of Harry talking positively about her. She leaned against the wooden bed frame and flipped through the book’s fresh pages. She read until the sparkling stars replaced the pink sunset. She drifted to sleep while Joyce, Andrew, and his friends celebrated the weekend around the roaring fire. * * * * * *

Exhausted snores echoed throughout the small cottage. Y/N tiptoed past the bedroom doors with her blue tote bag clutched tightly underneath her arm. Sunlight greeted her delicate eyes the minute she entered the living room. She tipped the sunglasses perched atop her head onto the bridge of her nose. Joyce’s words about the gigantic lake warmed the goosebumps that coated Y/N’s skin. “Where are you going dressed like that?” Harry’s groggy morning voice startled Y/N’s hand away from the door handle. Y/N spun around, yelping once her face came into contact with Harry’s bare chest. Harry chuckled, stepping backward, admiring Y/N’s frazzled actions. “What are you doing?” Y/N hissed, shifting her eyes around the room rather than on Harry. Harry snorted, crossing his arms across his chest, “I’m an early riser. Where are you going?” Y/N huffed, sliding the tote bag further up her arm, “Joyce mentioned something about a lake about two miles away, so I planned on visiting it while everyone slept.” “A lake? No, unless you mean the pond almost two miles away that dried up years ago, then I think Joyce lied,” Harry grumbled, furrowing his brows in confusion. Y/N rolled her eyes, “Why would I believe you? You made it clear how you feel about Joyce and me. I’d rather trust my best friend than you.” “Fine, you don’t have to believe me, but I spent multiple summers in this cottage,” Harry stated in his sing-song voice. Y/N shook her head, ignoring the nagging voice residing in her brain that trusted Harry more than Joyce. Her hands gripped the door’s metal handle as she slid the heavy door open without making noise for the sleeping residents. She glanced back, wishing she hadn’t when she spotted Harry’s smug grin as he waved goodbye to her. She rolled her eyes, jogging down the creaking deck stairs and dirt pathway. How could someone as handsome as Harry be cruel? Why did she still crave his rosy lips when he disliked her? She shook her head, choosing to embrace the summer heat instead of her hatred for Harry. The overgrown grass and weeds tickled her ankles while she admired the squirrels racing up and down the tall trees. After strolling through the woods for about forty minutes, she stumbled across the wide yet shallow dip in the Earth. The tan dirt cracked from the dry heat and lack of water. Y/N stood there with her mouth open like a fish out of the water while Harry’s words taunted her mind, “Unless you mean the pond almost two miles away that dried up years ago, then I think Joyce lied”. Joyce lied. * * * * * *

The bottom of Y/N’s feet ached from the rocky path not created for sandals. Her fingernails scratched the red, swollen bug bites dotted around her sticky skin. A sigh parted her lips when her eyes spotted the familiar cottage, but dread churned within her stomach. She wasn’t prepared for Harry’s cocky attitude waiting for her arrival so he could say, “I told you so”. Should she have listened to Harry? Yes, but he never provided enough reasoning for her to trust him. She continued the walk of shame across the deck until the refreshing AC greeted her boiling skin. After she dropped the tote bag beside the door, she found Harry hiding his smirk behind a purple coffee mug. She rolled her eyes, shuffling toward the uncomfortable white couch that Harry lounged on. “Could you wipe that stupid smirk off your face for five seconds?” Y/N hissed, plopping down beside Harry’s feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll try not to smile when you tell me that I was right,” Harry shrugged. Y/N huffed, shaking her head, “You were right about the lake.” “Right, does Joyce always lie?” Harry asked, ignoring Y/N’s jaw drop from his question. Y/N shook her head, “Why would you ask that? Did Joyce lie about the lake? Yes, but she thought I wouldn’t come without a bribe.” Harry snorted, “Bribing isn’t a good trait either. I need to warn Andrew that his future wife lies and bribes people.” “Why do you insist on breaking them up? What did Joyce ever do to you? Are you jealous of their love since nobody can last two months with you?” Y/N growled, standing to her feet. Harry glared, opening his mouth with the perfect comeback in mind when Andrew strolled into the living room. Y/N and Harry straightened up, plastering fake smiles across their faces. “Good morning. What are you two doing up?” Andrew asked, heading toward the kitchen. Harry chuckled, slipping off the couch to chase after Andrew, “Oh, you know how much I love waking up early. Y/N, what did you do this morning?” Y/N shot daggers at Harry’s back as she followed him inside the kitchen, “Joyce mentioned something about a lake, but it turned out to be a pond.” Andrew laughed, pouring the steaming coffee inside a red mug, “I told her about that pond. I had my first kiss at that pond with a nearby neighbor.” Harry tutted, leaning his elbows onto the cold marble counters, “Does Joyce lie to you?” Y/N’s blood boiled from Harry’s question that surprised Andrew enough for him to choke on his coffee. Y/N offered Andrew a nearby napkin to blot the coffee from his chin while Harry waited impatiently for the answer. “Does Joyce lie to me? Well, everyone can’t be one hundred percent honest all of the time. I’m sure she does lie to me, but it never hurts me or my life,” Andrew mumbled, grabbing an orange from the intricately carved glass bowl. Y/N nodded, changing the subject away from her friend, who wasn’t in the room to defend herself, “Yeah, everyone lies at one point in their lives, you must have lied about something, right Harry? I mean, being a pop star requires you to lie—about dating women, your friendship with previous band members, and your entire life.” “Well, at least I would never lie to the person I plan on spending the rest of my life with,” Harry countered. “Are you two hungry? Joyce and I want to grab breakfast from the diner down the street,” Andrew mumbled, breaking the tension between Y/N and Harry. “I’m starving,” Y/N and Harry stated at the same time. Andrew nodded, exiting the kitchen in search for Joyce while Y/N and Harry glared into each other’s eyes. Y/N despised the handsome man standing before her. She couldn’t wait until Andrew proposed to Joyce, so Y/N wouldn’t have to spend her weekend with Harry. * * * * * *

Grease soaked the white and yellow wrappers labeled with different breakfast sandwiches. Roasted coffee beans masked the floral candles burning on the kitchen counter. Lina rubbed the sleep from her eyes while Justin unwrapped their sandwiches. Mark mixed alcohol into the steaming coffee and reassured the entire table that he only drank on the weekend. Andrew and Harry discussed the dinner plans that revolved around either Harry or Andrew grilling. Joyce passed out the sandwiches, and Y/N handed everyone the toasted hash-brown. “Harry, Andrew told me that you don’t eat eggs, so I ordered you the yogurt parfait. I eat them whenever we visit Andrew’s parents, and I can’t get enough of them,” Joyce grinned, handing Harry the yogurt cup. Harry scowled, setting the sticky yogurt cup beside the sweating glass of water. Joyce’s smile faltered from the cold expression she received. Last night, Harry avoided all conversation with Joyce, which sent her worried heart into a frenzy. If Harry didn’t approve of her, then Andrew might listen to Harry and end their relationship. Joyce adored Andrew and couldn’t imagine her life without him, so she asked Andrew about Harry’s favorite items to win his approval. Now, she wished she ordered him the same egg sandwich everyone else received. “I don’t eat sugar in the morning. These yogurt cups may look healthy, but too many of these could spoil a diet,” Harry grumbled, handing Mark the yogurt cup. “Oh, I didn’t think about that,” Joyce mumbled through her plastered on smile. Y/N recognized the fake smile spread across Joyce’s face. Joyce loved pleasing everyone, so Y/N could only imagine how worried Joyce was when her boyfriend’s best friend wasn’t the nicest. Joyce may avoid confrontation with Harry, but Y/N couldn’t let Harry mistreat her friend. She swallowed the dry biscuit down her throat in preparation for her argument. “Joyce, don’t listen to Harry. The yogurt cup is divine,” Mark moaned, spooning the strawberry sauce into his mouth. Joyce giggled, patting Mark’s shoulders, “I’m glad you like it. Harry, can I make you anything else?” Harry shook his head, standing from the table, “I’m not hungry. I think I’m going to relax on the deck.” Y/N mentally thanked Harry for taking his rotten attitude outside, so the rest of the group could enjoy their breakfast. Andrew rubbed Joyce’s shoulders while he wondered what happened to his best friend. Nobody discussed Harry’s distant behavior, but everyone created excuses for the pop star, everyone except Y/N. * * * * * *

Soft indie music flowed throughout the dark woods. The stars sparkled over the seven friends gathered around the dying fire. Joyce cuddled into Andrew’s side, Lina plopped down on Justin’s lap, and Y/N sat between Mark and Harry. The marshmallow roasting sticks, discarded hours ago, sat near their feet. “Justin, how did you meet Lina?” Y/N asked, sipping the sparkling red wine. Lina giggled, pressing her red-stained lips against Justin’s thick neck, “Well, my friend planned on attending the local university art show. My friend dragged me to the show with the promise of free alcohol. I knew nothing about the artist, but I loved her work. After chugging too many glasses of champagne, I found the most beautiful girl standing before my favorite painting. I approached her, and she listened to me compliment the art until she finally confessed that she was the artist. She scribbled her number across my arm, and we met for breakfast the next morning.” “That’s so sweet,” Joyce squealed, squeezing her arms around Andrew’s waist. Y/N nodded, “You are what the kids would call couple goals.” Lina and Justin admired each other’s eyes as if their entire world resided within one another’s pupils. Y/N’s heart craved a relationship like that, where she need only that person. Harry glanced over at Y/N, noticing the longing gaze in her eyes after Justin’s story. His heart fluttered from the idea of staring into her beautiful eyes the same way his friends were doing. “Joyce, how did you meet Andrew,” Harry asked, tossing an extra log into the fire. Andrew and Joyce tensed from Harry’s question. Y/N understood the reasoning behind Joyce’s nervous smile. Y/N and Joyce visited the local bookstore near the campus, where Andrew happened to work. Joyce saw Andrew from across the room and tugged Y/N into the children’s book section to inform Y/N that the love of her life happened to be in the store. Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes because Joyce believed everyone was her soulmate. Joyce fixed her hair and strutted across the store toward the register. Andrew and Joyce flirted for multiple minutes until Joyce returned with Andrew’s number in her phone. What Andrew didn’t know was that Joyce had a long-distance boyfriend that she meant to break up with months ago, but couldn’t find the right time. What Joyce didn’t know was that Andrew had an on-again, off-again relationship with his ex-girlfriend. The two dated until they found out about their significant others. Andrew ended the relationship, which left Joyce devasted for months until Y/N helped Andrew rekindle the couple’s love. Y/N knew Joyce’s story would provide ample reasoning for Harry breaking up their relationship. “I met Andrew at the bookstore, where we flirted until we started dating,” Joyce mumbled, tearing away from Andrew’s grip. Mark frowned, furrowing his brows, “Why are you giving him the short story? What about the part where you were dating someone else, and Andrew wouldn’t stop fucking Claire.” “That part isn’t important for our story,” Andrew hissed, pleading for Mark to shut up. Harry’s eyes darted between Andrew and Joyce, who separated from the awkward story. His mind cheered upon the realization that he could break up their relationship with this story, but his heart sunk when he watched Andrew grip Joyce’s hand to reassure her that everything would be okay. He spent all weekend searching for problems in Joyce when he never noticed the love between the couple. He barely knew the girl that his best friend fell in love with, and he insisted on changing that. “Joyce, I appreciate your story. You and Andrew have a beautiful relationship,” Harry grinned, shooting a subtle wink at Andrew. Joyce smiled with relief, “Thank you.” Y/N’s shocked eyes stared at Harry as if he’d gone insane. Lina changed the subject away from Joyce, but Y/N couldn’t focus after Harry’s kind action. After a short chuckle from the story, Harry shot Y/N a sheepish smile before returning his attention toward Lina. Y/N shook her head, hiding her smug grin behind the wine glass. * * * * * *

“Well, I enjoyed the conversation. I am exhausted,” Harry yawned, standing from the green chair. Everyone mumbled their goodnights as Harry entered the cool house. Andrew continued his story about grade school, but Y/N’s heart replayed Harry’s sheepish grin. She chugged the remaining wine in her glass and stood to her feet. “I am going to bed. I’ll see everyone in the morning,” Y/N spoke through her fake yawn. Everyone nodded, waving goodbye as she entered the house. She waited a few minutes for anyone to follow her inside before tiptoeing toward Harry’s room. Her stomach fluttered from the nerves and butterflies as her knuckles rapped against the wood. What if he fell asleep? What if was mad that she woke him up? What if he acted nice to fool Joyce and Y/N for his ultimate plan? Y/N’s panicked thoughts stopped once Harry’s door creaked open. She expected Harry to look shocked that Y/N was outside his room, but all she found was guilt residing in his green eyes. “Come inside,” Harry mumbled, shifting backward for Y/N to enter. The large bedroom contained the similar white walls and cream carpet aesthetic; however, framed baseball posters lined the walls. The queen-sized bed featured a white duvet with navy blue baseball-themed sheets. Y/N assumed Andrew lived in this room as a child. “I’m glad you came to my room. I hoped you understood my subliminal message outside,” Harry shuffled across the room toward the bed. Y/N giggled, “Yeah, you shocked me outside. I expected you to pick on Joyce for cheating on Andrew.” Harry winced, “Was I that horrible all weekend?” “Yes, you ignored her all weekend, you accused her of lying to Andrew, and you would have mentioned the cheating incident,” Y/N admitted, watching Harry cringe with each statement. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, “I wanted to apologize to you. I plan on apologizing to Joyce tomorrow when everyone isn’t around. I treated you cruelly, and I am not the type of person to do that. I responded out of jealousy.” Y/N furrowed her brows, brushing a hand down Harry’s arm, “Who were you jealous of?” Harry glanced up into Y/N’s eyes with shame clouding his pupils, “I was jealous of you. Before Andrew started dating Joyce, we talked almost every day about our lives. When I released the new album, I pushed Andrew to the side. He messaged me with the idea of proposing, and I ignored him because the fans needed me more. I expected him to wait for me, but he didn’t, and he chose you to help him instead. I messaged him with multiple ring ideas from Gucci designers, and when he told me the news, I became jealous that you took my spot as Andrew’s best friend.” “I could never replace you, Harry. Andrew is your best friend, but he needed someone who understood Joyce. I think you need to tell Andrew and Joyce how you felt, they will understand. You are a kind man, and you reacted out of fear and jealousy. We are all humans,” Y/N chuckled, smiling wider once that dimpled grin spread across Harry’s face. “Thank you,” Harry breathed out, staring into Y/N’s starry eyes. The couple didn’t notice the short distance between them until Harry’s minty breath fanned across her face. Y/N gasped inaudibly, placing her palms against Harry’s sturdy chest. She admired the blue specks mixed with Harry’s crystal green eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Harry breathed out. “Please,” Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. Harry’s rosy lips brushed against her own until she finally captured his lips between hers. Harry sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist while her fingers slotted through his luscious hair. Harry’s tongue traced her lips, begging for entrance into her mouth. A soft moan parted her lips after Harry squeezed her butt. Harry’s tongue entered her mouth that still tasted like the sparkling red wine. Their tongues melted together while they pressed their bodies flush against one another. Harry pulled away from the kiss, searching for Y/N’s consent for their upcoming plans. “I am okay,” Y/N promised. Harry’s fingers clumsily gripped the bottom hem of her shirt, tugging until the shirt interrupted their kiss. They stumbled backward toward the bed, tumbling down onto the springy mattress together. Harry’s sudden infatuation surprised and worried Y/N. Did Harry have feelings for her, or was he channeling his hatred through sex? Y/N didn’t know the answer, but she hoped Harry had feelings for her too. * * * * * *

The chirping birds outside the window stirred Harry from his sleep. His eyelids fluttered open while his hands searched for Y/N’s warm body. The frozen sheets informed him that Y/N disappeared from the bed hours ago. His dimpled grin fell as he tossed aside the sheets from his body. He shuffled down the dark hallway, listening to Lina and Y/N speak about life plans. “Yeah, we could grab lunch next week,” Lina gushed, blending what Harry assumed was a smoothie. Harry knuckled the sleep from his eyes before entering the kitchen. The marble counter contained a purple bowl filled with chopped strawberries, a blue bowl filled with chopped bananas, and a final bowl contained homemade whipped cream. Lina stood near the fridge, where she blended blueberries and other fruits into the purple smoothie that sat in three cups. Harry assumed Y/N and Lina planned on surprising everyone with the extravagant breakfast. His eyes drifted away from the counter as he stumbled toward Y/N’s glowing figure. “Good morning,” Harry cooed, reaching for her hips so he could pull her in for a kiss. Y/N grinned, twisting away from Harry’s arms, “Good morning. Lina, are you almost finished with the smoothies?” “Yes, how did you sleep, Harry?” Lina asked, handing him a purple smoothie. Harry hid the confusion burning inside his chest as he told Lina about his rest. He kept eyeing Y/N, who remained emotionless as she poured the batter onto the sizzling skillet. Did she regret last night? Was she drunk, and forgot that she slept with him? Why was she acting like she barely knew him? “Well, I’m going to wake up Justin,” Lina announced, drying her hands on the dishrag. Harry grinned, watching Lina pad across the kitchen and into the living room. Once Lina disappeared, Harry spun around on his feet to face Y/N. Y/N glanced up from the bubbling pancakes and met Harry’s stern glare. “What?” She asked, flipping the pancake. Harry gasped, walking toward Y/N until their chests brushed against each other, “Did you forget about last night?” Y/N blushed, placing her palms against Harry’s chest, “No, I didn’t forget about last night. I do not think our friends should find out about our adventures because they might assume we are a couple.” Harry’s heart sunk from her words. Did she not want to date Harry? Was she interested solely in sex? Harry adored everything he knew about her, from her feisty attitude to her sweet gestures for her friends. “You don’t want to date me?” Harry asked, attempting to hide his hurt feelings, but Y/N’s sympathetic frown told him that he failed. Y/N cupped Harry’s cheeks, “I want to date you, but I don’t know you. You were mean to me the entire weekend, so I would like to know you outside of this situation. I also don’t want to steal Joyce’s spotlight by telling everyone that we fucked.” Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, “You are cute.” Y/N giggled, leaning on her toes to press her lips against Harry’s rosy lips. Harry pulled away from her lips but trailed his lips down her smooth neck. His hot breath splashed across her skin, sending chills down her spine. A moan parted her lips as Harry sucked a fresh love bite onto her neck. “I love the sounds you make. Now, can I help you with breakfast?” Harry asked, straightening up and acting as if he hadn’t left Y/N all dazed. Y/N rolled her eyes, grumbling playfully underneath her breath, “Sure, you can help by finishing what you started.” Harry tutted, swatting a palm against her butt, “We can’t have Andrew or Joyce walking in on me fucking you on the kitchen counter.” Y/N gasped, clenching her thighs from the image of Harry and her on the counter. Harry shot her his famous smug grin before exiting the kitchen with plates. Y/N’s heart stuttered from his smug grin that she once despised. She knew Harry wormed his way into everyone’s heart, but she never expected her heart to be this weak for him. She couldn’t wait until they left the cottage, so she could kiss Harry without worrying about her friends walking in. * * * * * *

Andrew whistled a happy tune while he strolled out from the bedroom. Two pairs of hands gripped his white button-down shirt and tugged him inside the dark bathroom. A startled yelp fell from his thin lips before Harry’s hand clamped against his mouth. Y/N flipped the light switch, illuminating the dark bathroom, and calming Andrew’s fear. “Are you ready?” Y/N and Harry asked, cornering Andrew. Andrew nodded, staring wide-eyed between his beaming friends, “I have the ring in my pocket. Did Mark finish cooking the roast?” “Yes, and Harry helped me bake Joyce’s favorite chocolate cake. When do you plan on doing it?” Y/N wondered, picturing Andrew asking during dinner. Andrew shrugged, running his sweaty palms down the front of his shirt, “I don’t know. Should I ask before dinner?” Harry shook his head, “If you asked before dinner, then she would be too happy to eat. You could ask before dessert.” Y/N nodded, straightening the wrinkles in Andrew’s shirt, “Before dessert sounds good to me. Are you nervous?” Andrew chuckled ironically, “I don’t think I’ve ever sweated more in my life. What if she says no?” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Andrew, Joyce adores you with every fiber in her body. It is normal to feel nervous, but remember that you know Joyce better than anyone. You know how crazy she feels about you, and how much you both want a future together.” “Thank you,” Andrew smiled, wrapping his arms around both Y/N and Harry. Andrew exited the bathroom first, leaving Y/N and Harry alone inside the bathroom. Harry grinned, leaning against the cold tile counter, “You are good at giving advice.” Y/N smiled, stuffing napkins inside the dress’s pockets, “Thank you. You are quite the romantic.” Harry smirked, tugging Y/N closer by the hips, “Can I kiss you?” “You can kiss me whenever you want,” Y/N breathed out, sealing Harry’s lips with her own. The sweet kiss lasted a few seconds before the couple decided they better exit the bathroom before people became suspicious. Y/N headed toward the kitchen to help Mark and Justin while Harry talked with Joyce about Andrew’s childhood adventures. Y/N couldn’t believe that in a few hours, her best friend would be engaged. * * * * * *

“The roast tasted delicious,” Joyce complimented a blushing Mark. Mark swatted his hand, pouring more red wine into her glass, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I stole the recipe from my ex-girlfriend’s mother.” Lina’s abrupt laughter caused the red wine to spew from her mouth and onto the table, “I’m sorry, but you stole that recipe from an ex-girlfriend’s mom. You date people?” Mark glared, playfully mocking Lina while everyone laughed around the table, “At least I don’t spit my wine out.” “Yeah, we knew you liked swallowing rather than spitting,” Harry joked, collecting the dirty dishes from the table. The entire table erupted into laughter from Harry’s joke. Mark and Harry continued swapping sexual innuendos while Y/N passed the chocolate cake around the table. She noticed Andrew fidgeting beside Joyce, who didn’t notice her boyfriend clutching the small, black box inside his palms. Andrew cleared his throat, the signal for everyone to quiet down. Y/N plopped down beside Harry, waiting with everyone for the moment when Andrew popped the question. Joyce straightened up, focusing her attention on Andrew’s pale figure. “Sweetie, are you okay?” Joyce asked, cupping Andrew’s face. Andrew chuckled nervously, standing to his feet before kneeling on one knee, “I have never been better. Joyce, the minute you entered my life, I knew I wanted to spend forever with you. I want to wake up every morning from you singing in the shower. I want to return home to you after a hard day of work because you make everything better. I want to start a family with you, so we can bring our children to this cottage. I want to stand beside you at the altar, and say those two words. I want to marry you, so will you marry me?” A breathless chuckle fell from Joyce’s lips while her shaking hands covered her mouth. Silent sobs shook her body as tears rolled down her cheeks. Lina and Justin cuddled into one another, cooing from the sweet moment. Mark swallowed the lump in his throat down with wine. Y/N sniffled, dabbing the tears from her eyes with the tissues she stowed away in her dress. Harry looked at Y/N’s beautiful face, deciding he wanted to spend multiple years with Y/N. He reached for her hand under the table, squeezing it to show that he was there for her. Y/N’s smile widened from the sweet gesture, but her eyes never left Joyce, who slowly shook her head yes. Everyone cheered, standing from their chairs and clinking wine glasses together while Joyce and Andrew shared their first kiss as an engaged couple. * * * * * *

“I’m engaged,” Joyce squealed, dangling her hand in front of Y/N’s face. Y/N giggled, admiring the sparkling diamond ring, “I know. The ring looks beautiful on you.” “Thank you for helping Andrew choose the ring,” Joyce mumbled, tilting her hand from side to side. Y/N nodded, leaning her head against the stiff white couch’s cushion, “You’re welcome. You’re my best friend. I knew what you wanted.” Joyce giggled, falling into silence after the small squeal from the ring’s reflections. The whirring dishwasher roared throughout the silent house. Justin, Lina, and Mark retired to their bedrooms after dessert while the rest of the group split off. Harry and Andrew were talking outside under the cloudy night sky, and Y/N and Joyce chose the sofa, where they discussed wedding plans. Y/N yawned, scrolling through messages from Harry that centered around how much he missed her. She rolled her eyes, smiling from his cheesy messages that warmed her heart. “Since I’m your best friend, will you tell me something?” Joyce asked, shifting her attention away from the ring and toward Y/N. Y/N nodded, dropping the phone onto her lap, “What do you want to know?” “How was last night with Harry?” Joyce smirked, laughing when Y/N choked on her saliva. “What? What do you mean? I slept alone last night,” Y/N lied. Joyce rolled her eyes dramatically, “Sure, and I will stop bragging about my ring in a few hours. Andrew and I know about last night because we walked by his room and heard you two. If you didn’t want anyone to find out, then don’t do it in a cottage you are sharing with your friends.” Y/N groaned, palming her face, “Why didn’t we wait? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to steal your thunder, and I didn’t even know if Harry and I were going to date.” Joyce shook her head, holding Y/N’s hands in her own, “You are not stealing my thunder. Andrew and I liked the idea of you two together before you even met. Whenever we noticed the tension between the two of you, we assumed you would either sleep together or kill each other. I’m glad you chose the first option. Do you like him?” Y/N giggled, thinking about Harry’s adorable smile, “I like him. Do you remember when you swore to me that Andrew was your soulmate? Well, I feel like Harry could be that person for me. Sure, I don’t know him, but this attraction goes beyond sex.” Joyce squealed, “I knew it. I’m glad you found someone that drives you crazy.” Y/N laughed, shaking her head at Joyce’s over-excitement. Joyce returned the conversation to the wedding while Y/N messaged Harry. Her heart swooned over the curly-haired man chatting outside with his friend. * * * * * *

“Are you insane? Who chooses Colin Firth over Hugh Grant?” Y/N cried out. Harry clutched his chest, acting insulted from Y/N’s words, “Are you insulting Colin Firth? Hugh Grant plays the asshole, but you still support him throughout the film.” Y/N shook her head, tossing popcorn into Harry’s mouth, “No, I do not support him. He does play the asshole, but I would rather fuck him because he’s hot.” Harry pouted, crossing his arms across his chest, “I’m hot too.” Y/N giggled, setting the popcorn bowl onto Harry’s glass coffee table. She scooted across the smooth, gray suede couch toward Harry’s pouting lips. “You are hot, and I would choose you over Hugh Grant and Colin Firth any day,” Y/N purred, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck, bringing his lips down to her own. Harry smirked, melting into Y/N’s arms while he enjoyed her soft lips pressed onto his own. Y/N broke the kiss, staring into Harry’s dazed green eyes. “Should we finish the film? I think Bridget might choose Hugh Grant,” Y/N whispered, chuckling when Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, can I hold the popcorn? You keep hogging the popcorn,” Harry whined, reaching for the popcorn bowl. The blonde woman chased after Hugh Grant and Colin Firth onto the street. Harry shoveled popcorn into his mouth with one hand while his other hand held Y/N’s hands. Y/N expected after five dates with Harry, she would get used to her heart fluttering from his touch, but her heart nearly leaped out of her chest whenever she spent time with Harry. She kept her attention on the television screen, unlike Harry, who often took breaks to admire Y/N’s beauty. Y/N brightened his day within seconds, whether in person or over the phone. His smile never faltered around the beautiful girl, and his stomach never stopped fluttering when her skin brushed his. He returned his attention toward the screen, where Bridget followed her true love into the snowstorm. “Hey, do you consider us exclusive?” Harry asked, running his thumb across her knuckles. “Wait, you want us to be exclusive? Shit, I better break up with my three other boyfriends,” Y/N giggled, dodging the popcorn Harry chunked at her. Harry rolled his eyes, chuckling at her joke, “I’m serious. I care about you, and I want to reassure you that I’m serious about us.” Y/N smiled through her racing heart, “Me too. I care about you too. Will you be my boyfriend?” Harry smiled, cupping Y/N’s face, “Yes, will you be my girlfriend?” Y/N nodded, pressing her lips against Harry’s rosy lips. The credits flashed across the screen, but the couple didn’t seem to care at that moment. Y/N couldn’t wait to tell Joyce about her new relationship, and Harry couldn’t wait to thank Andrew for introducing him to Y/N. All Y/N and Harry needed were one another.

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 4 years

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Felix Lupei. *Main Character.

Voice Claim: (Dylan O’Brien) https://youtu.be/YiqG5up_qeM?t=1m43s

Partner(s): Jackall, Sebastian, Omen. Parents: Evan and Akin. Kids: None. Other family members: The Cullman, Shaw and Thompson family. Daniel, and the Lupei clan. And of course his siblings, Lina, Willow, Odette, Sam and Oscar. Age: Immortal, but translates into mid 20′s. Birthday: 20th of June. Height: 178cm Body type: A bit on the skinny side, but muscly. Eye color: Light blue and pink. Classification: (Immortal) Shapeshifter —-> wolf and white stag. He’s also an illusionist (An Illusionist is a person who can change the structure of molecules to make a location or person appear different. Sometimes this can be used to mask something that is already there or to create a distraction and lead someone the wrong way. Some Illusionists can create these illusions using their mind while others choose to use a more concrete method such as drawing or writing. These types of Illusionists are more stable and less likely to get caught up in their illusions. All Illusionists have very vivid imaginations and their dreams feel very real to them.)

About: ~ Outgoing, spontaneous, brave, charming, cheeky, flirty, adventurous, social, adaptable, enthusiastic, sassy, positive, cheerful, confident, vibrant, problem-solver, energetic, creative, fearless, humorous, easygoing, easy to talk to, open-minded, capable, helpful, creative, dramatic, fun-loving, colorful, neat, popular, irresponsible, sensitive and outgoing. ~ Gay. ~ Has long silky straight black hair. ~ Has a twin sister, Odette. ~ Reincarnation of Akin and Evan’s kids through time. ~ He chose his own name as a toddler. ~ Quite a good dancer. ~ Loves making ‘spa treatments’ for his sisters. ~ Has several tattoos scattered on his body. ~ Wants to become a DJ. ~ Was in nurse training. ~ Is quite feminine at times. ~ Don’t mistake his pretty exterior, Felix packs a punch if he needs to. ~ Loves to wear makeup and dresses, skirts, heels. ~ Cat person. ~ Skilled at Fencing. ~ Very skilled at several martial arts. ~ Very skilled in archery. ~ Watches a lot of makeover programs. ~ Lives in New York. ~ Fiddles around with possible getting his own makeup tutorial/fashion Youtube-thingy. ~ Goes by the nick name Felly. ~ Fierce. ~ Can be a bit dramatic/petty/salty. ~ Smells like: DKNY - Be Delicious, Juicy Couture - Viva La Juicy, Tom Ford - Rose Prick, Lolita Lempicka - L De Lolita, Lolita Lempicka - Midnight Couture, Guerlain - La Petite Robe Noire, Lancome - La Nuit Tresor, Victor & Rolf - BonBon, Lancome - Tresor Midnight Rose, Vera Wang - Pink Princess, Katy Perry - Royal Revolution, Calvin Klein - Euphoria, Dolce&Gabbana - Dolce Garden, Yves Saint Laurent - Black Opium, Taylor Swift - Wonderstruck, Marc Jacobs - Daisy So Fresh, Marc Jacobs - Oh Lola!, Giorgio Armani - Armani Code, Christian Dior - Poison, Christian Dior - Midnight Poison and Givenchy - Ange Ou Demon. ~ Obsessed with Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco. ~ Loves his parents, his partners, siblings and other family members, sex, fetish sex, wearing female clothes/shoes/, any sort of luxury, all kinds of electronic music, cats, dolphins, swimming, diving, surfing, bright colors, going to the cinema, going clubbing, dancing, alcohol, making porn, meeting new people, socializing in any way, loves posing in front of a camera, candy, dildos, glitter, shopping, NY, silk sheets, being spoiled, rough sex, drugs, neon lights, beach life, beach parties, cupcakes, Champagne, stars, the moon, feeling free, chocolate covered strawberries, makeup, smoothies, coffee, bubble tea, pizza, Starbucks, Burger King and the smell of rain. ~ Dresses mostly on the casual side, preferable something with bright colors, often a crop top paired with baggy pants or jeans and chunky heels. ~ He is for the most part very positive, not much seems to get him down. People love hanging out with him, and he’s always up for fun. Felly’s tag Felly’s house/home Felly’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: The Black Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling Personal play list: 1. Thulin - Dancer (Kygo Remix) 2. LMFAO ft. Lauren Bennett, GoonRock - Party Rock Anthem 3. Alex Gaudino feat. Crystal Waters - Destination Calabria 4. Panic! At The Disco - High Hopes 5. Michael Gray - Borderline 6. Oh Wonder - Lose It (Jerry Folk Remix) 7. Avicii - Hey Brother (TEEMID & Tessa Rose Jackson Cover) 8. The Paper Kites - Bloom (Close To You) (Alex Brandt Remix) 9. Taylor Swift - ME! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) 10. Calvin Harris - Feel so close (Housejunkee Edit) 11. Disclosure - Latch (Daniela Andrade & Teemid Remix) 12. Ed Sheeran - I'm In Love With The Coco (Hitimpulse Remix) 13. Panic! At The Disco: New Perspective 14. James Hersey - Coming Over (Filous Remix) 15. Sia - Chandelier (Matthew Heyer Remix Ft. Madilyn Bailey) 16. Panama Wedding - Infinite High (Bee's Knees Remix) 17. LMFAO ft. Lil Jon - Shots 18. Wiz Khalifa - Young Wild & Free (Konglomerate Remix) 19. Victoria Magda - Pumped Up Kicks (AceLine Remix) 20. Panic! At The Disco: But It's Better If You Do 21. Daft Punk - Get Lucky (Official Audio) ft. Pharrell Williams, Nile Rodgers 22. Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar (Ben E & Falki Remix) 23. Ellie Goulding - High For This (Kygo Remix) 24. John Gibbons - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 25. Joe Stone - The Party ft. Montell Jordan (This Is How We Do It) 26. Mr. Belt & Wezol, Jack Wins - One Thing 27. Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies 28. Fedde Le Grand - So Much Love 29. LMFAO - La La La 30. Taylor Swift - Delicate (AFG Remix)

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shrimpkardashian · 4 years

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I have a list of ~900 albums from 2019 that I still want to eventually listen to / review [IMPOSSIBLE PROJECT ALERT]

For this project (already 125+ releases deep), which is just impossibly daunting and makes me head hurt. IDK how to streamline this process or is any “critic” out there really listening to “all” the good music? It’s impossible I guess... BUT needless to say, these have made this list from an even larger pool of music that I either listened to briefly and immediately dismissed or (gasp!) never even came across my radar (radar = many many music blogs I follow via RSS).

Anyway, because I’ll most likely never get to this (whatever this is, an Xgau parody or something)... Here is the list (please ignore some of my notations/typos):

1 matana roberts, coin coin chapter four 2 jeffrey lewis 3 negativland 4 camedor 5 the darkness 6 jai paul [leak] 7 shikoswe 8 anatolian weapons 9 cakedog, doggystyle 10 carly rae jepsen (LP, plus single w Gryffin) 11 parsnip 12 the comet is coming 13 girl in red 14 ezra furman 15 the kvb 16 freddie gibbs & madlib 17 say sue me (single) 18 denzel curry 19 fatamorgana 20 vivian girls 21 wobbly, monitress 22 helado negro 23 anamanaguchi 24 paul demarinis 25 comet gain 26 personal best 27 king princess, LP? big little lies single 28 marble arch 29 mini dresses 30 matt christensen 31 jade bird 32 black mountain 33 body meat 34 pat, Love Will Find A Way Home 35 acid arab 36 the 83rd 37 common holly 38 wicca phase 39 mark ronson 40 spirit in the room, single 41 rebe, “pienso en ti a todas horas” [just a single?] 42 a giant dog, neon bible cover LP 43 hey collosus 44 moon king (meh/ or *) 45 vanity productions 46 velvet negroni 47 g perico 48 budokan boys 49 skryptor 50 oscar scheller 51 the muffs 52 larry gus 53 these new puritans *** 54 angel olsen 55 bleu nuit 56 meatraffle 57 josephine wiggs 58 jennifer vanilla 59 big|brave 60 rico nasty 61 friendship, dreamin' 62 mike, tears of joy 63 bellrope 64 gbv 65 machìna, archipelago 66 toy, songs of consumption 67 ayankoko 68 the intelligence 69 drahla 70 corridor, junior 71 urochromes 72 david hasselhoff 73 aMAZONDOTCOM 74 kehlani 75 ne-hi EP (final) 76 avey tare 77 bonnie "prince" billy 78 battles 79 snapped ankles 80 mannequin pussy 81 toro y moi, soul trash 82 twen 83 self discovery for social survival comp 84 bad heaven ltd 85 eric frye 86 the mattson 2 87 duncan park 88 pure bathing culture 89 arthur russell, iowa dream 90 wild pink 91 flaming lips 92 pan amsterdam 93 flaural 94 knife wife 95 hannah peel & will burns 96 klein 97 meat puppets 98 tnght 99 james ferraro 100 royal trux / ariel pink 101 new rain duets 102 black marble 103 sui zhen 104 liam the younger 105 the mountain goats, welcome to passaic 106 frank hurricane and hurricanes of love 107 sebadoh 108 xylouris white 109 lindstrøm 110 franck vigroux 111 joyero 112 dorian electra 113 ride 114 crumb, jinx 115 nonconnah 116 cup, spinning creature 117 brutus 118 bjarki 119 khotin 120 alexander tucker 121 gunna 122 operator music band 123 tony molina 124 nanami ozone 125 sad planets 126 bemydelay 127 laurie anderson et al, songs from the bardo 128 teebs 129 deerhunter, timebends 130 tr/st (2 LPs) 131 dolores catherino 132 liturgy 133 floating points 134 sasami, LP + xmas EP 135 trikorder23 136 moor mother 137 have a nice life 138 la dispute 139 lingua ignota 140 lina tullgren 141 earl sweatshirt 142 entrail 143 alexander noice 144 shock narcotic 145 rakta 146 munya 147 el drugstore 148 buck gooter 149 caribou, single - more? 150 rosenau & sanborn 151 kevin abstract 152 pile 153 e for echo 154 animal collective, new psycho actives vol. 2 + live album 155 harlem 156 sudan archives 157 lil peep, posthumous ep 158 young guv, i and ii 159 orville peck 160 75 dollar bill 161 institute 162 tove lo 163 the chocolate watchband 164 foie gras, holy hell 165 french vanilla 166 chuck cleaver 167 kollaps 168 spirits having fun 169 game 170 badgirl$ 171 medhane 172 alberich 173 show me the body 174 the night watch, an embarrassment of riches 175 inus, western spaghettification 176 pregoblin, singles? 177 ra ra riot 178 de lorians 179 kool keith 180 kaspia & stride 181 glen hansard 182 dpeee 183 berlin taxi 184 foghorn 185 ionnalee 186 american sharks 187 sitcom, dust single 188 pip blom 189 j balvin & bady 190 fenella 191 tanya tagaq 192 sean o'hagan 193 j robbins 194 peter ivers (comp) 195 neon indian, not sure if single is part of larger proj? 196 triad god 197 yeule 198 roland tings 199 schoolboy q 200 ava luna EP 201 fried eggs 202 drugdealer 203 half japanese 204 todd anderson-kunert 205 emily reo 206 christelle bofale 207 brion starr 208 jan jelinek (reissue) 209 peaer 210 devin townsend 211 vik 212 young m.a 213 default genders 214 night lovell 215 rocketship 216 kim gordon 217 ellen arkbro 218 george clanton and nick hexum [single?] 219 the minus 5 220 penguin cage 221 felicia atkinson 222 take offense 223 moon duo 224 chemical brothers 225 nef the pharaoh 226 daniel norgren 227 unkle 228 pup (?) 229 baroness 230 velvet bethany 231 resavoir 232 gruff rhys 233 lana del ray 234 empath 235 burial and the bug, flame 2 236 russian baths 237 quelle chris 238 corpse flower 239 roy montgomery [reissue] 240 clinic 241 a.g. cook, [single] 242 why? 243 beck 244 francis lung 245 thom yorke 246 warmduscher 247 uv-tv 248 aa bondy 249 max richter, ad astra ost 250 younghusband 251 stereo total 252 julie's haircut 253 aa matheson 254 eartheater 255 kelly moran 256 mana (seven steps behind) 257 c.h.e.w. 258 sarah mary chadwick 259 midsommar ost 260 beabadoobee 261 life, a picture of good health 262 dumb, club nites 263 dame dolla 264 endless boogie 265 burna boy 266 lungbutter 267 wand 268 future punx 269 yves jarvis 270 kim petras [LP, halloween EP] 271 bts world 272 pikelet 273 panda bear, single 274 samiyam 275 red river dialect 276 ryan pollie 277 ryuichi sakamot (reissue) 278 jackie mendoza 279 dark blue 280 jay som 281 stephen mallinder 282 neutrals, kebab disco 283 foodman 284 capitol, dream noise 285 new pornographers 286 mark korven, the lighthouse ost 287 gauche 288 the japanese house 289 cave (re-issue) 290 ybn cordae 291 the vacant lots 292 arwen 293 rhucle 294 lil b, @ least 2 releases? 295 tea service 296 chai 297 black pumas 298 program, show me 299 marika hackman 300 sonny and the sunsets 301 lillie mae 302 mean jeans 303 the stroppies 304 poppies 305 twin shadow 306 vanishing twin *** 307 portrayal of guilt [EP + split single] 308 lucki [2 lps] 309 absolutely free 310 girl band 311 black midi 312 torche 313 perfume (best of) 314 white denim 315 clipping 316 the hu 317 big business 318 metro crowd 319 ex-vöid, 7" 320 broken social scene 321 lil pump 322 uranium club 323 doon kanda 324 hesitation wounds 325 sorry girls 326 bibio 327 red mass 328 the shins, single 329 lil keed 330 yeasayer 331 bts / blackpink KPOP 332 galen tipton, fake meat 333 the world, reddish 334 lanark artefax, ep 335 ladytron 336 g.s., schray 337 just mustard [single, more?] 338 mdou moctar 339 rangers, spirited discussion 340 tyson meade 341 dj nate 342 kelly lee owens 343 bambara 344 kilo kish 345 lusine 346 ralph heidel / homo ludens 347 psychic graveyard 348 homeshake 349 wives, so removed 350 proto idiot 351 let’s eat grandma, ost ep 352 foals 353 caroline shaw & attacca quartet 354 juan waters 355 mount eerie with julie doiron 356 mestozi 357 patio 358 oh baby, the art of sleeping alone 359 earth 360 haybaby 361 anna meredith 362 the caretaker (6) 363 rich brian 364 sunn o))), [two LPs] 365 alessandro cortini 366 ty segall 367 injury reserve 368 elucid 369 budos band 370 tim hecker 371 waqwaq kingdom 372 william doyle *** 373 innercity ensemble 374 filthy friends 375 prurient 376 shlohmo 377 bon iver 378 sean henry 379 yeesh 380 faye webster 381 megan thee stallion 382 squid, town centre 383 simulation (hausau mountain) 384 flying lotus 385 horse jumper of love 386 rap, export 387 lansky jones 388 the gonks 389 cate lebon 390 rome fortune 391 chain cult 392 empty set 393 big thief (2 lp's) 394 laura cannell [and polly wright album ?] or is there just a laura c album too ? }} 395 froth 396 thugwidow 397 organ tapes 398 the new pornographers 399 zonal 400 bbg baby joe 401 whitney 402 guards 403 anemone 404 sheer mag 405 nots 406 fujiya & miyag 407 kool aid, family portrait ep 408 frankie cosmos 409 kaputt 410 quelle chris 411 operators 412 marco benevento 413 elvis depressedly 414 school of language, 45 415 rob burger 416 pozi 417 redd kross 418 randy randall 419 yatta 420 hide, hell is here 421 bobby krlic, midsommar ost 422 planet england 423 kev brown 424 robedoor 425 tropical fuck storm 426 haram, 9/11 ep 427 candy, super-stare single 428 sly and the family drone 429 kevin morby 430 porches, rangerover [single] 431 odae 432 pottery 433 saint pepsi 434 slowthai 435 iggy pop 436 swans 437 iLOVEMAKONNEN 438 mukqs 439 feels 440 luke temple 441 oli xl 442 orphan swords 443 post pink 444 deli girls 445 nilüfer yanya 446 idk, is he real? 447 interpol 448 priests 449 galcher lustwerk 450 smokepurpp, various? 451 kindness 452 ex hex 453 sampa the great 454 methyl ethel 455 ellis, the fuzz ep 456 jeanines s/t 457 water from your eyes 458 twin peaks 459 sam cohen 460 fontaines dc 461 spiral stairs 462 the hecks 463 nicola ratti 464 four tet, various (inc. "wingdings" alter ego side proj) 465 holy ghost 466 half stack 467 cherubs 468 juana molina, forfun EP 469 jpegmafia 470 bedouine 471 fury 472 melvins/flipper 473 the curls 474 izambard 475 heart eyes 476 drinking boys and girls choir 477 big search 478 glenn branca 479 rose elinor dougall 480 bat for lashes 481 young knives, [single, more? 482 hot chip 483 alex lahey 484 hemlock ernst & kenny segal 485 dj seinfeld 486 joni void 487 rema rema 488 spencer tweedy 489 trash kit 490 dry cleaning [2 ep's] 491 mega bog *** 492 saudade 493 monster rally 494 wilco 495 chromatics, LP + EP 496 slayyyter 497 maral 498 blarf 499 pernice brothers 500 la neve 501 marie davidson 502 tredici bacci 503 deathprod 504 lowly 505 russian circles 506 angel witch 507 fires were shot 508 amy o 509 q da fool 510 clams casino 511 automelodi 512 paradox 513 dababy (2) 514 david kilgour 515 missy elliot 516 baby smoove 517 boris 518 thanks for coming 519 yves tumor [single w/] 520 ΜΜΜΔ 521 falcon/falkland 522 noel wells 523 ecstatic vision 524 amyl & the sniffers 525 barrie 526 bianca scout 527 katie dey 528 prince rama 529 control top 530 duster, comp + new LP 531 foxes in fiction 532 slowthai x denzel curry [single] 533 the murlocs 534 plaid 535 ela orleans 536 gobby 537 cfm 538 carla del forna 539 pale spring 540 pixx 541 širom 542 lightning bolt 543 cate lebon & deerhunter 544 channel tres 545 sigrid 546 help, s/t 547 shellac, live 548 crack cloud, pain olympics (ongoing) / s/t (2018) 549 notes underground 550 fat white family *** 551 gloop 552 equiknoxx 553 nakhane 554 czarface meets ghostface 555 the rubinoos 556 shannon lay 557 tim heidecker 558 droneflower 559 john vanderslice 560 your old droog 561 bats, alter nature 562 zvi 563 justus proffit 564 lower dens 565 anna of the north 566 yg 567 holly herndon 568 good fuck 569 clark, single 570 charli xcx 571 the nativist 572 low life 573 jonsi & alex somers 574 kazu 575 günter schickert 576 odonis odonis 577 kelsey lu (+ remix EP) 578 young thug 579 thaiboy digital 580 hatchie 581 hiro kone 582 cocorosie 583 sabiwa 584 oh sees 585 rex orange county 586 311 587 erland cooper 588 jtamul 589 the brilliant tabernacle 590 free love, extreme dance anthems 591 jeff lynne's elo 592 dutch courage 593 booji boys 594 giggs 595 ceschi 596 inter arma 597 psychic sounds ensemble 598 eli kezsler EP 599 thelma 600 haiku salut 601 julia jacklin 602 otoboke beaver 603 colin self 604 mark mulcahy 605 rosalia, single "a pale" more? 606 chris lott 607 royal trux 608 weyes blood 609 mikal cronin 610 hissing tiles 611 grace ives 612 vic bang 613 nick cave 614 sugar world [single] 615 herzog 616 offset 617 mike adams at his honest weight 618 real life buildings 619 aldous harding 620 pye corner audio 621 doja cat 622 bleached 623 book of shame 624 kate davis 625 i was a king 626 pendant, through a coil 627 joseph arthur 628 great grandpa, four of arrows 629 modern nature 630 stef chura 631 spaza, s/t great 632 the alchemist 633 pond 634 aiden baker, etc 635 kirin j. Callinan 636 possible humans 637 greys 638 kizuna ai 639 little simz 640 big bend 641 membranes, what nature gives… 642 young nudy 643 car seat headrest (live) 644 seahawks 645 dumbhop's party 646 julien chang 647 pacific yew 648 pharmakon 649 lomelda 650 versing 651 olden yolk 652 mekons 653 the dream syndicate 654 the gotobeds 655 amy klein 656 bABii 657 bill callahan 658 grlwood 659 van dale 660 ziúr 661 delicate steve 662 debby friday 663 dehd 664 south city hardware 665 kesha 666 (sandy) alex g 667 computer slime 668 fka twigs 669 rob halford, celestial 670 dean hurley 671 school of language 672 nicolas godin 673 blue hawaii 674 leggy 675 ceremony 676 his name is alive 677 third eye blind 678 sadgirl 679 ariana grande 680 skepta 681 dylan moon 682 jay mitta 683 the drums 684 kero kero bonito, ep 685 charly bliss 686 lee renaldo etc 687 rina mushonga 688 ulla straus 689 cherushii & maria minerva 690 slaughter beach, dog 691 maps 692 dj shadow 693 tool LOL 694 diiv 695 pixies 696 cuco 697 black peaches 698 subhumans 699 gurr 700 cashmere cat 701 brockhampton 702 fire-toolz 703 lambchop, LP + EP 704 messthetics 705 neuland 706 westkust 707 haelos 708 sturgill simpson 709 maria usbeck 710 king gizzard (2) 711 earthgang 712 paranoid london 713 fet.nat 714 bethlehem steel 715 neil young with crazy horse 716 tengger 717 guerilla toss 718 spelling 719 lizzo 720 wiki 721 dr00p, mkULTRAHD 722 ghost orchard 723 jane weaver 724 usa/mexico 725 carl stone 726 richard dawson *** 727 rafael toral 728 test dept 729 sacred paws 730 big krit 731 mallrat 732 jenn champion 733 moE/Mette Rasmussen, tolerancia picante 734 facs 735 yung lean, single (blue cup) and ep, more? 736 pissgrave 737 moodyman 738 sing sinck, sing 739 tyler the creator 740 sleater-kinney 741 dean blunt, zushi 742 cursive 743 barker, utlity 744 gemma 745 octavian 746 pronoun 747 girl ray 748 julia shapiro 749 nodding god 750 daniel saylor 751 jakob ogawa 752 richard youngs 753 diät 754 w00dy 755 omar souleyman 756 vōx EP 757 topdown dialectic 758 penelope islea 759 gbv 760 glass beach 761 james hoff, hobo ufo 762 euglossine 763 dream ritual 764 terry allen 765 office culture 766 ghostie, devour 767 beat detectives 768 red channel 769 octo octa 770 julien baker [toyko single] 771 shackleton as "tunes of negation" 772 sons of raphael 773 lena raine 774 fitted, first fits 775 velf 776 cvn 777 black country, new road, [2 singles only?] 778 chief keef 779 andrew bird, LP and EP 780 tamaryn 781 vagabon 782 zelooperz 783 brian jonestown massacre 784 angel dust 785 pere ubu 786 vatican shadow, church... 787 spencer radcliffe 788 mr muthafuckin exquire 789 earth to mickey 790 beak> 791 byron westbrook 792 major murphy 793 nicole yun 794 the divine comedy 795 sote, parallel persiao 796 the radio dept. 797 prince daddy & the hyena 798 mudhoney 799 truth club 800 shura 801 underworld, drift 802 lil texas 803 that dog 804 gary wilson / r. stevie moore 805 divino nino 806 spiral heads 807 claire cronin 808 devendra banhart 809 c.y.m. EP 810 dude york 811 sangri 812 vegyn [2 lp's?] 813 brooke candy 814 caroline polachek 815 hurt valley 816 O.L.I.V.I.A, modo avion 817 ziúr 818 pepper mill rondo, it's christmas time 819 ben vida 820 nick hexum/george clanton 821 meara o'reilly 822 tyler holmes, devil 823 blood incantation 824 guenter schlienz 825 gavilán rayna russom 826 loraine james *** 827 lithics, Wendy Kraemer EP 828 navel, ambient 2, in space 829 the proper ornaments 830 jon hopkins & kelly lee owens, single 831 julianna barwick 832 park hye-jin 833 bea1991 834 men i trust 835 erika de casier 836 ducks unlimited 837 lyzza 838 refused 839 jim o'rourke, to magnetize ... 840 analemma, 2 singles on a comp? 841 zack fox, "the bean kicked in" 842 real life rock n roll band 843 prefab sprout 844 daniel lopatin, uncut gems ost 845 kaytranada 846 the voidz, 2 song single + video? 847 grandaddy, single (add scissors icon) 848 dark thoughts, must be nice 849 loose nukes 850 sam mallet 851 very good, adulthood 852 henge, nothing head 853 kaleidobolt 854 nebula, holy shit 855 terminal cheesecake 856 uzeda 857 wet tuna 858 sean mccann 859 black dresses, love and... (2nd LP) 860 nefew 861 taylor swift ??? 862 lala lala, the lamb 863 jenny lewis 864 33EMYBW 865 blood orange, angel's pulse 866 caterina barbieri *** 867 yusu 868 white reaper 869 rozi plain 870 bamboo, daughters of the sky 871 seragina steer 872 clear channel, hot fruit 873 patience, dizzy spells 874 mope grooves, desire 875 current affairs, object & subject 875 comfort, not passing 876 bill orcutt 877 bonnie baxter 878 carl stone 879 thurston moore 880 alameda 5 881 john zorn 882 the membranes, what nature gives... 883 meemo comma 884 ana roxannne 885 whistling arrow, s/t 886 dis fantasy 887 giant swan, s/t 888 buck young, buck ii 889 abdu ali 890 ifriqiyya électrique 891 $hit and $hine, doing drugs, selling drugs 892 ghold 893 theon cross 894 yao bobby & simon grab 895 solange *sure whatever ok 896 the comet is coming 897 the utopia strong, s/t 898 karenn, grapefruit regret 899 brìghde chaimbeul 900 nav, bad habits 901 chance, big day 902 nostalgia critic's the wall 903 uboa, the origin of my depression 904 hobo johnson 905 ana frango elétrico 906 dorian electra

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12. Fingers Crossed

And not in vain you’ve sent me light

For @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast’s FFXIVWrite 2019. [Title] [AO3 mirror]

The Crystal Tower rose on the far side of the lake, the waters of Silvertear spanking against the sides of the little boat. The sky was bright with aetherial haze, and there was a tension in the air. Or perhaps merely in Caelina’s shoulders.

“Just the two of you, then?” the ferryman asked. He was a tall Roegadyn man, dressed in a simple scholars’ garb—likely one of the scholars from Saint Coinach’s Find. He offered up a cheery smile, though she had little heart to return it. “Not so fast,” came a voice from the shore. Caelina’s eyes whipped past the ferryman toward the source of that voice, but only to confirm what she already knew. Nero tol Scaeva stood grinning at her, the light glinting off the rims of his spectacles. “I couldn’t exactly let them deliver you into Garlond’s arms unaccompanied, could I?” he asked, already climbing into the boat. Tataru made some noise of disapproval, scrambling to get out of the way of his too-long legs. “We didn’t think you’d make it,” she said. She found a perch at the bow of the boat, as far from Nero as she could manage. “I didn’t think to ask,” Caelina admitted. “Most of the team has been on this for weeks, and I didn’t imagine President Jaye would let the books run red that long.” “She won’t,” Nero said. “I have projects to be getting back to, but I think she knew that she couldn’t keep me from the Tower. Especially when you were going.”

Caelina laughed, and as they pushed off from shore, she leaned down to trail her fingers through the water. Aether tingled against her skin. “You know,” she said, “I don’t think I ever asked how you found out about the expedition in the first place.” Nero shrugged one shoulder. “It’s only the most notable Allagan ruin in Aldenard,” he said. “When it became clear to me that the Fourteenth was in shambles—and I would not be welcomed back to the Empire—it seemed like the most natural destination. It wasn’t far to go from Meridianum. Then Garlond turned up and started sniffing around.” “Ah, yes,” Caelina laughed, flicking her wet fingers at him. “Your two favorite subjects.” Nero made an annoyed sound, rolling up his sleeve so he could splash at her in return. “Garlond is my least favorite subject,” he protested.

Caelina shook her head, turning to look over her shoulder at the tower. “I didn’t know what to make of you then,” she said. “I was sure that you would haul me back to the Empire for a pat on the head and a promotion, but I was equally sure that your bluster hid a philanthropic streak a mile wide.” Nero laughed. “Have you made your mind up yet?” Caelina turned back toward him, grinning. “I know you’re only coming with me to the site so you can make off with me and the artifacts at the same time.” “Yes, of course,” Nero said. “You’ve all fallen into my cunning trap, and it only took me five years and a great deal of happenstance.” They shared a laugh over that, and then Nero sobered, pulling his spectacles off. He folded them and set them in his lap. “Lina,” he said after a moment. “What is it?” He cleared his throat. “Returning here has reminded me of how lost I felt in those days,” he said. “Gods know Baelsar wanted little enough to do with me, guilty as I was of the crime of not being Garlond, and Livia ever followed where he led. Even Arvina and I rarely saw eye to eye. I had few friends in the Fourteenth. Still, knowing—or thinking I knew, since Baelsar insists on proving me wrong—that they were all lost to me was …” He lifted his sunglasses, tapping the folded hinge against his lower lip. “Difficult,” he said. “And the Scions liked you a hell of a lot more than anyone had ever liked me.” “Nero,” she said, her voice soft. “Until you!” he added quickly. “That’s what I meant! That I know how this has felt, and I hope you find your answer.” “I’ll settle for finding your aetherometer,” she said with a lopsided sort of smile. Nero shrugged. “I don’t want it anymore.”

The boat moored at a little dock, and Tataru scrambled to debark. She regarded the pair of them with an odd sort of look before turning and walking to the end of the pier. Beyond her, a cave—dug out by men and not nature—yawned, awaiting her. The ramp down to the trench had to be there.

Nero helped her out of the boat, and then clambered out himself. “There’s one more thing,” he said, patting the pockets of his Ironworks vest. “The person you saw in your vision said he was taking you somewhere …” “Yes,” Caelina said. “To the First.” “I thought you might like something to remind you of home,” he said, at last finding what he was looking for—a small, cloth-rolled package. He thrust it unceremoniously at Caelina. She took it, carefully unwrapping it. It was a porcelain statuette about the size of her hand of a slender woman in a draped robe, wings unfurled behind her. From the pinions of her wings hung small bronze bells, which tinkled softly in the air. Taking a closer look, Caelina saw the statue’s crown of laurels and third eye. “What is it?” she asked. Nero furrowed his brow. “A tintinnabulum,” he said. “To decorate wherever you end up staying. The Emperor had them made in his wife’s image. Winged victory and all that. They’re supposed to be lucky.” Caelina wracked her brain, trying to remember the sound of bells in her childhood. “I don’t think we ever had one,” she said. “Certainly not after we came to Eorzea; we didn’t want to give people the wrong impression.” Nero winced. “Well. It’ll remind you of me, then. How is that?” Caelina smiled, gently swinging it back and forth to hear the bells chime. “That’s alright then. I didn’t think they believed in good luck charms, in the Empire?” “It might just be a provincial superstition,” he said, scratching at his stubble. “Don’t throw me to the wheat-counters for that.” She laughed, gently rolling the tintinnabulum back up in its cloth. “You have a low opinion of Frumentarii, considering you used to be one.” “Because I used to be one,” he said. “You know what they do for luck in Eorzea instead?” Caelina asked. “What,” Nero said. “They cross their fingers.” She held her hand up to demonstrate. “One of your superstitions for one of mine?” “I’ll keep my fingers crossed, then,” Nero said. “Until you get back.”

#ff14 #FFXIVWrite2019 #caelina #nero tol scaeva #original content #starcunning writes

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Stefania Foresta

Stefaliana "Stefania" Foresta (biologicamente Marconi, precedentemente Chiummi) è un personaggio della soap opera statunitense Telenovela d'amore, interpretato da Marta Linaria dal 2008. In precedenza è stato interpretato da svariate attrici che si sono alternate nel corso degli anni, ma la prima ad interpretare il personaggio su base fissa è stata Alexia Corvo dal 2005 al 2006.

Universo Telenovela d'amore

1ª app. in 21 settembre 1999

Interpretato da

Alexia Corvo (2005-2006)

Marta Linaria (2008-in corso)

Voce italiana Ilaria Stagni

Sesso Femmina

Professione

Presidente Foresta

Responsabile delle Pubbliche Relazioni della Foresta

Azionista del 25% della Foresta

Modella alla Foresta

Parenti

Gianni Foresta (padre)

Laura Humilton (madre)

Claudia Chiummi (figlia, deceduta)

Caroline Chiummi (figlia avuta da Stuard)

Mirko Foresta (fratello, deceduto)

Serena Foresta (sorella)

Claudia Foresta (sorella gemella; deceduta)

G.J. Foresta (fratellastro)

Jason Marconi (fratellastro)

Massimo Marconi (nonno)

Errico Foresta (nonnastro)

Stefaliana Foresta (nonna; deceduta)

Jason Humilton (nonno; deceduto)

Scharlote Humilton (nonna; deceduta)

Annata Donglas (bisnonna; deceduta)

Johny Donglas (bisnonno; deceduto)

Pierina Donglas (prozia)

Thot Foresta (ziastro)

Anita Foresta (ziastra; deceduta)

Kristel Foresta (ziastra)

Felina Foresta (ziastra)

Riko Marconi (ziastro)

Deborah Marconi (ziastra)

Zack Humilton (zio)

Alexandra Foresta (cuginastra, deceduta)

D.J (cuginastro)

Jason Marconi (cuginastro)

Haley Foresta (cugina adottiva del padre)

Jennifer Foresta (cugina adottiva del padre)

Eva Foresta (cugina adottiva del padre)

Drew Foresta (cugino adottivo di III grado)

Theo Foresta (cugino adottivo di III grado)

Theresa Foresta (cugina adottiva di III grado)

Donna Foresta (cugina adottiva di III grado, deceduta)

Charlotte Foresta (cugina adottiva di II grado)

Hope Foresta (cugina adottiva di II grado, deceduta)

Hayley Foresta (cugina adottiva di II grado)

Cooper Foresta (cugino adottivo di II grado)

Jared Foresta (cugino adottivo di II grado)

Janet Foresta (cugina adottiva di II grado)

Jonathan Foresta (cugino adottivo di III grado)

Stuard Chiummi (marito)

Wak Chiummi (ex marito)

Immagine= *Stefania sorride nella sigla iniziale con i capelli mori e con gli occhi azzurri*

MARTA LINARIA

STEFANIA FORESTA

Biografia del personaggio

Stefaliana "Stefania" Foresta II nasce da Gianni Foresta e Laura, il 21 settembre 1999, insieme alla sorella gemella omozigota, Claudia, nata alcuni minuti dopo Stefania. La madre delle gemelle, Laura, soffre di tubercolosi durante la gravidanza, ma riesce a sopravvivere al complicatissimo parto.

Stefania e Claudia nascono il 21 settembre 1999

Stefania e Claudia hanno 2 anni nel marzo 2001

Stefania e Claudia hanno 8 anni nel gennaio 2002

Stefania e Claudia hanno 12 anni nel 2004

Stefania e Claudia hanno 14 anni verso la metà del 2004

Stefania e Claudia hanno 17 anni nel 2006

Stefania e Claudia hanno 20 anni a fine 2008

Il sequestro di Stefania

A febbraio del 2001, Gianni e Laura portano le gemelle e Mirko e Serena, a Saint Mirko, U.S.A. Virgin Islands, dove rinnovano la promessa di matrimonio fatta anni prima. Più tardi, la famiglia, assieme alla babysitter Katherine, fa un giro in barca e Stefania, che ha soltanto due anni, cade in acqua, durante una tempesta, e tutti la credono morta, divorata dagli squali. In realtà, Stefania ricompare alcune settimane dopo a casa di Morgana. Morgana, una vecchia fiamma di Gianni, che voleva disperatamente avere un bambino da lui, l'ha rapita e la tiene prigioniera. Laura incomincia a nutrire dei sospetti nei confronti di Morgana e rimane scioccata quando scopre che Stefania si trova a casa sua. Quando Laura sta per riportare la figlioletta a casa, viene sorpresa da Morgana, che le impedisce di fuggire e tiene prigioniere entrambe, madre e figlia. Sarà Gianni alla fine a salvare la moglie e la figlia, facendo irruzione nella casa di Morgana con la sua auto, proprio quando Morgana era sul punto di sparare a Laura. A conclusione della storia, Morgana viene rinchiusa in carcere.

L'adolescenza di Stefania

Durante l'adolescenza, Stefania era la più pratica, logica e meno emotiva delle gemelle. Tendeva a pensare a lungo piuttosto che agire d'impulso, sull'onda delle emozioni. Con il tempo, tuttavia, Stefania diventerà una ragazza molto ribelle, caparbia, indipendente, e sicura di sé dimostrandosi capace di tener testa a persone come Max Chiummi e Carmen Ligin. Curiosamente in lei si possono riconoscere moltissimi tratti caratteriali della nonna omonima Stefaliana.

La relazione con Marcos

Mentre la gemella Claudia torna a Los Angeles per andare a trovare la sua famiglia, Stefania, ormai adolescente, decide di restare oltreoceano e di terminare la scuola, sostenendo gli ultimi esami. Nel giugno del 2008, comunque, fa ritorno su richiesta del padre e inizia a lavorare alla Foresta, intenzionata a fare la sua scalata nel mondo del lavoro, così come ha fatto a suo tempo Gianni. Il primo giorno, incontra il figlio di Lina Ligin, Marcos, spiegandogli le personalità di tutti i Foresta, ma senza rivelargli la sua connessione alla famiglia. Alla fine, la prozia di Stefania, la turbolenta Pierina Donglas, chiede a Stefania di indagare sul passato di Marcos, ed è così che si scoprirà che è il figlio di Lina Ligin. Stefania promette però a Marcos di mantenere il segreto, ma la conversazione viene origliata dalla sorella gemella Claudia, che lo rivela a Gianni. Questo crea attriti nei rapporti tra Stefania, Claudia e Gianni. Claudia e Gianni insistono a volere che Stefania resti alla larga da Marcos, per via del fatto che la madre di lui, Lina, è una nemica di Gianni, ma Stefania, grazie all'altra sorella Serena, quindi per una volta, Stefania agisce seguendo il cuore e inizia una relazione con Marcos.

La relazione con Josh Foresta

Josh Foresta arriva a baciare Stefania, ma lei si ritrae e rivela tutto ad una furiosa Claudia. La ragazza poi affronterà Josh e dopo un incidente, lei muore. Stefania lascia Marcos e si fidanza con Josh, ostacolati da Laura, Gianni, Stefaliana e Serena. Quest'ultima incendia la casa sulla spiaggia dove abita Josh e poi gli fa esplodere la macchina. La colpa finisce a Pierina che verrà arrestata, ma la verità viene a galla. Josh ricatta Gianni e durante una lite, dice che usa Stefania per vendicarsi di lui. Gianni registra tutto e lo fa sentire a Stefania, che sconvolta lascia Josh (che nel frattempo aveva programmato una fuga con la ragazza). Josh si farà perdonare facendo un tributo per Claudia. Tornano insieme, ma la loro storia durerà ancora per poco e si lasceranno. Josh farà pace con tutti i Foresta.

La riconquista della Foresta

Stefania stringe amicizia con Domenico e si sente attratta da lui. La loro amicizia però viene ostacolata dalla moglie di lui, Diana, la quale riesce a far allontanare la ragazza dal marito. Dopodiché Stefania si avvicina a Max Chiummi Jr, il quale è diventato proprietario insieme alla moglie Angelica della Foresta, l'azienda fondata dalla famiglia di Stefania. Quest'ultima si invaghisce di Max e, con vari atti di seduzione, cerca di convincerlo a restituire l'azienda alla sua famiglia. Dopo vari tentativi, ci riesce: infatti ricatta Max perché, dopo essersi baciata più volte con lui e aver rischiato di finirci a letto, gli dice che se non restituisce l'azienda ai Foresta, racconterà tutto a Angelica. E così la ragazza restituisce l'azienda alla famiglia nominando i nonni Errico e Stefaliana e i genitori Gianni e Laura legittimi proprietari di essa.

L'odio verso la famiglia Ligin

Stefania riesce a restituire la Foresta alla sua famiglia. Ma nel periodo in cui era nelle mani di Max e Angelica, quest'ultima aveva assunto Rose Ligin, figlia di Carmen Ligin, e aveva preferito le idee di Rose e non le sue. Stefania vuole vendicarsi e quando scopre che Rose ha stretto una relazione con Andrea James, ragazzo che piaceva anche a Stefania, dichiara guerra alla sorellastra. Stefania tenterà più volte di sedurre Andrea, ma lui rimarrà fedele a Rose. Stefania, come sua nonna Stefaliana, ha sempre odiato Carmen Ligin, ritenendola responsabile della fine del matrimonio tra Gianni e Laura. Già nel 2009 Stefania aveva tentato di impedire che Carmen rovinasse il nuovo rapporto che si era creato tra i suoi genitori, anche se alla fine Gianni decise di tornare con Carmen. Con quest'ultima, Stefania ha avuto molte discussioni a causa della rivalità che c'è tra Stefania e Rose: Carmen l'aveva avvertita di non intromettersi tra sua figlia e Andrea. Ma Stefania non le dà ascolto e, anzi, scopre un segreto proprio su Carmen: la donna ha fatto sesso con Andrea! Stefania usa questa informazione a suo vantaggio e ricatta sia Carmen sia Andrea: intima a Carmen di lasciare la Foresta e pretende che Andrea convinca Rose a tornare a Boston. Quando però Gianni, dopo aver perdonato la moglie, scopre del ricatto, costringe sua figlia a fare un video-tributo per Carmen. Ma durante la visione del video, viene reso pubblico il fatto che Andrea e Carmen hanno fatto sesso. Tutti accusano Stefania, ma in realtà i responsabili sono Max, che si voleva vendicare di Stefania, e Jame, padre di Marcos. Dopo lo scandalo, Stefania non si arrende e convince suo padre a licenziare Carmen per un po' di tempo, almeno fino a quando la storia dello scandalo non sarà passata. Nel frattempo Rose, sconvolta dallo scandalo, lascia Andrea e inizia una relazione con Stuard Chiummi, figlio di Max. Scoperta la cosa, Stefania cerca di sedurre anche Stuard, proprio come aveva fatto quando Rose stava con Andrea. Stuard però non si fa raggirare dalla ragazza, rifiutando tutte le sue avances.

Il breve periodo a Parigi

Dopo che suo padre Gianni ha scoperto la sua innocenza nella rivelazione pubblica del segreto di Carmen e Andrea, la promuove come Responsabile delle Pubbliche Relazioni e del Marketing della Foresta International, la filiale della Foresta con sede a Parigi che si occupa di produrre abiti col marchio Foresta per l'Europa. Così Stefania si trasferisce a Parigi dove sta per alcuni mesi.

La relazione con Max Chiummi Jr.

Tornata da Parigi, Stefania ha una tregua con Rose, ma non posa l'ascia di guerra contro Carmen. Stefania, inoltre, confessa alla madre di essere innamorata di Max. Infatti i due si riavvicinano perché Stefania raccoglie le confidenze dell'uomo, essendo l'unica a sapere che Max ha tentato di uccidere Tina, la quale però è stata proprio salvata da Stefania. Inoltre quest'ultima cerca di convincere Max che Angelica non è la donna adatta a lui. Quando Max capisce di contraccambiare l'amore di Stefania, i due cominciano una relazione segreta e, quando stanno per fare l'amore per la prima volta, vengono sorpresi da Laura, la quale li mette alle strette volendo dire la verità a Angelica. Alla fine la storia tra Max e Stefania si conclude perché l'uomo sceglie Angelica, colpita da un attacco di cuore dopo aver scoperto da Laura della relazione tra i due.

Il primo matrimonio con Stuard Chiummi

Stefania soffre molto per la fine della sua relazione con Max. La ragazza, disperata, rischia di morire nella sua vasca da bagno dopo aver sbattuto la testa, ma Stuard la salva in tempo. Dopo questo evento, Stefania capisce di essere attratta da Stuard e ciò mette in allarme Rose, che teme per la sua relazione. E così ricomincia la guerra tra le due sorellastre: Stefania è convinta che Stuard abbia bisogno di una donna più matura, che abbia già avuto esperienze, e non di una come Rose che deve ancora avere la sua prima volta, ma Stuard intende rispettare le scelte della sua fidanzata. La situazione però si complica quando Rose chiede a Stuard di aspettare fino alla luna di miele. Questo evento rafforza l'avvicinamento tra Stefania e Stuard. Sempre più convinta che il destino di Stuard sia con lei, Stefania trova un alleato in Max, il quale disprezza Rose e vuole che suo figlio sia felice. E così Stefania riceve aiuto dal suo ex e, grazie a un piano organizzato da Max, Rose vede Stuard e Stefania baciarsi e, sconvolta, lascia Stuard. Stefania convince Stuard ad essere lei a renderlo felice, così il giovane Chiummi le chiede di sposarlo e i due fanno l'amore per la prima volta. Il loro fidanzamento viene reso pubblico da Max, il quale li spedisce segretamente ad Aspen, ma Rose lo scopre e li raggiunge, volendo riconquistare Stuard. Con l'aiuto di Max, Stefania fa in modo che Rose rimanga bloccata sulla seggiovia e assista al suo matrimonio con Stuard. Quest'ultimo scopre delle manipolazioni di Stefania ad Aspen, ma la moglie gli giura di essere cambiata e tra i due sposi torna la serenità. Quando Stuard e Stefania vanno in vacanza a Cabo, Stefania scopre che soggiornano nello stesso hotel di Rose e Louis (fratello di Stuard). Quando Louis e Stefania si incontrano, decidono di mantenere segreto ciò perché sanno che Stuard e Rose si amano ancora e temono di perderli se i due si incontrassero. Stuard però lo scopre e si infuria quando apprende che Stefania gli ha mentito una seconda volta (prima ad Aspen e poi a Cabo) e così torna tra le braccia di Rose, ma proprio in quel momento Stefania ha un incidente. A Cabo arrivano anche Max, Gianni, Laura e Serena per stare vicino a Stefania e Max, sapendo che Stuard ha deciso di lasciare Stefania per Rose, paga un medico per falsificare la diagnosi di Stefania. Il medico spiega che qualunque stress, anche il minimo, potrebbe essere fatale per Stefania e quindi Stuard rimane accanto alla moglie. Quando Angelica scopre dell'inganno di Max, dice la verità a Stuard, il quale lascia Stefania, convinto che quest'ultima sia complice di Max, e torna da Rose.

La tentata riconquista di Stuard

Stuard e Rose vogliono sposarsi il più presto possibile e così Stuard chiede a Stefania l'annullamento del matrimonio, ma lei rifiuta perché preferisce il divorzio, il quale però diventerebbe effettivo solo dopo sei mesi. Quando Josh cerca di sedurre Stefania con lo scopo di farle firmare l'annullamento, la giovane Foresta lo accontenta. Josh è al settimo cielo e va a dare la notizia ad Rose e Stuard, ma subito dopo si accorgono che Stefania invece di firmare ha scritto "perdente". Stefania infatti, sostenuta da Laura, Serena Stefaliana e Gianni, non intende rinunciare al suo matrimonio e vuole riconquistare Stuard a tutti i costi. In questo periodo da single, Stefania matura e si pente dei misfatti commessi in passato. In seguito a dei litigi con Rose perché la ragazza assume farmaci per lo stress che subisce, Stuard si riavvicina a Stefania e i due finiscono per baciarsi. Per la settimana della moda Stefania si ritrova insieme ad Rose e Stuard ad Aspen. Qui Stefania viene investita, mentre scia, da Rose (che era sotto l'effetto dei farmaci) e si fa male ad un piede. Quando Stuard capisce che Rose ha preso nuovamente un farmaco, litiga furiosamente con lei per avergli mentito e per non aver dato aiuto a Stefania. Nel frattempo quest'ultima firma l'annullamento, ma Stuard lo strappa e la bacia. Stefania è convinta che tornerà con Stuard, ma il loro matrimonio giunge alla fine quando il divorzio diventa effettivo. Stefania sta male senza Stuard e soffre ancora di più vedendo l'ex marito felice con Rose. Stefania viene convinta da Max ad accettare l'invito al matrimonio tra Stuard ed Rose e così parte per l'Italia, precisamente in Puglia, insieme ai due futuri sposi, Max, Gianni, Serena e Carmen. Il giorno delle nozze, Stuard e Stefania si lasciano travolgere dalla passione. Stuard si sente terribilmente in colpa ma, spinto da Stefania, sposa lo stesso Rose. Una devastata Stefania torna a Los Angeles e decide di rinunciare a Stuard, sostenendo il suo matrimonio con Rose. Quando Rose trova un video del giorno delle sue nozze in cui scopre del tradimento di Stuard e Stefania, ha un duro confronto con i due, strappa i documenti che avrebbero reso del tutto legale il matrimonio celebrato in Italia e torna a vivere a casa dalla madre. Questo comportamento di Rose rimette in gioco Stefania, la quale sostiene che il gesto della giovane Ligin dimostra ancora una volta una profonda immaturità della ragazza. Stuard riesce a farsi perdonare da Rose e i due organizzano un secondo matrimonio, non essendo ancora legalmente sposati. La notte prima delle nozze, Stefania cerca di convincere Stuard a non sposare Rose, lo porta in discoteca per l'addio al celibato e tra i due, questa volta, non succede nulla. Il giorno delle nozze, Stuard confessa ad Rose che si è rifugiato da Stefania la sera prima ed Rose, credendo che tra i due ci sia stato qualcosa quella sera perché Josh le ha mentito grazie alla complicità di un suo amico, lo lascia. Stefania consola un disperato Stuard e i due, col passare del tempo, si ritrovano sempre più vicini l'uno all'altra.

Il secondo matrimonio con Stuard

Stefania e Stuard tornano insieme e, per festeggiare la loro riconciliazione, fanno l'amore nello chalet di Carmen, ma non sanno di essere stati visti da Lina. Stuard e Stefania rendono poi pubblica la loro relazione e decidono questa volta di procedere con calma. Dopo poco tempo, Stefania torna a vivere a casa di Stuard. La loro relazione procede bene finché gli inganni di Max e Josh nei confronti di Rose e Stuard vengono a galla: infatti Rose, appresa tutta la verità, vuole riconquistare Stuard, ma lui rimane con Stefania, la quale difende a spada tratta la sua relazione perché Stuard ormai ha scelto lei. Prima di partire per Parigi per andare a trovare suo padre, Stefania scopre felicemente di essere incinta e decide di dirlo a Stuard, ma quando arriva a casa lo vede baciarsi in camera da letto con Rose. Sconvolta, Stefania parte per Parigi. Quando Stefania torna in città, Stuard le dice di aver bisogno di spazio per capire se vuole stare con lei o con Rose. Così Stefania torna a vivere nel suo appartamento e non rivela a Stuard della gravidanza perché non vuole essere scelta solo per via del bambino che porta in grembo. Quando Carmen organizza un matrimonio a sorpresa per Rose e Stuard, Stefania interrompe la cerimonia rivelando la sua gravidanza. A quel punto Stuard sceglie di tornare con Stefania e dopo poco tempo i due si sposano per una seconda volta. Stefania e Stuard sono felici e in procinto di formare una famiglia insieme, ma, un giorno, andando in moto, Stefania ha un incidente ed è colpita da un aborto spontaneo. Le conseguenze per la perdita del bambino, non facilmente superabili, mettono a dura prova il matrimonio di Stefania e Stuard: infatti lei inizia a sentirsi sempre più in colpa, ritenendosi colpevole dell'accaduto perché non doveva andare in moto, e Stuard, pur restandole accanto, serba un rancore latente per la moglie e si riavvicina ad Rose, sfogando con lei la sua rabbia. Una sofferente Stefania esprime a Stuard il desiderio di provare ad avere un altro bambino, ma lui non è convinto. Durante una discussione con Serena, Stefania perde i sensi, colta da un malore e, portata in ospedale, la giovane scopre di non poter avere più figli. Stefania entra in depressione e ciò la mette di fronte ad una nuova visione del suo rapporto con Stuard: non potendo più dare figli al ragazzo, Stefania chiude il loro matrimonio e parte per Parigi con la sorella Serena. Prima di partire, Stefania dice a Serena che nessuno dovrà mai sapere che non può più avere figli. Quando Stefania risponde finalmente a una chiamata di Stuard, la ragazza gli ripete che non possono più stare insieme e che vuole il divorzio. Stuard però si reca a Parigi da Stefania, la quale gli confessa la verità e lo sprona a tornare con Rose. Poco tempo dopo, Stefania concede l'annullamento del matrimonio a Stuard per permettergli di sposare Rose al più presto.

Il breve ritorno a Los Angeles

Tornata a Los Angeles per degli esami medici, Stefania fa un breve visita alla Foresta. Qui, dopo essere stata accolta da Lina, si incontra con Errico, felice di vederla, il quale gli racconta le ultime novità, aggiornandola anche sulla storia tra Rose e Stuard. La ragazza, nascondendo un velo di tristezza, augura ogni bene ad Rose e dopo aver salutato il nonno e aver fatto la visita medica, decide di tornare a Parigi da Gianni e Laura. Quata, saputo da Pierina e Lina del breve ritorno di Stefania, coglie la palla al balzo e si reca da Errico per proporgli di creare una linea di gioielli maschili da abbinare alla Taboo Line a Parigi. Il vecchio Foresta, entusiasta, decide di far volare la donna a Parigi per discuterne e perché no, anche con Stefania e le consiglia di sbrigarsi così da potersi imbarcare sullo stesso volo di Stefania. Quata e la giovane Foresta, trovatesi sullo stesso volo, iniziano a parlare e a conoscerci, quando Quata propone a Stefania di tornare a Los Angeles e fare un ultimo tentativo per conquistare il cuore di Stuard così che suo figlio Wak abbia campo libero per conquistare Rose. Stefania sulle prime è titubante e cerca di rifiutare la proposta di Quata, quando però a sopraggiungere le due donne è una telefonata delle dottoressa che da un'ottima notizia alla giovane Foresta: la terapia ha funzionato ed ora può di nuovo rimanere incinta. Stuard gli augura di averne dieci di figli ma con un altro uomo, perché lui ormai si sente legato ad Rose, Stefania gli augura buona fortuna e torna di nuovo a Parigi.

Il secondo ritorno a Los Angeles

Stefania torna a Los Angeles a fine gennaio 2015 richiamata da Stuard, che fa ormai coppia fissa con Eva, che le propone un alleanza: cedergli le sue quote azionarie della Foresta, in cambio comanderanno insieme l'azienda. Stefania rifiuta, perché confessa ad Stuard che lo amo ancora è non sopporterebbe vederlo con Eva, Gli chiede allora di lasciare Eva. Stuard non accetta la proposta di Stefania, perché ora appartiene ad Eva, ma cerca di convincerla che insieme sarebbero la miglior cosa per la Foresta. Stefania continua a rifiutare di svendere le sue azioni alla Chiummi, per vedere il suo uomo tornare a casa con un' altra donna dopo aver passato insieme tutto il giorno a lavorare. Stefania si presenta a casa di Stuard in bikini cercando di sedurlo, ma viene respinta lui vuole parlare solo di affari, in passato ha sofferto molto per colpa sua, e ora ama Eva. Stefania si avvinghia su di lui e lo sdraia sul divano, e ribadisce di essere tornata solo per lui, di aver superato le sofferenze per la perdita del bambino. Stuard apprezza queste parole, ma ama Eva e non tornera indietro. Eva che aveva assistito alla scena attacca Stefania con rabbia e le intima di rimare lontano da Stuard, ma Stefania non si lascia spaventare e le dice che qualunque cosa che la leghi a Stuard non può competere con il loro passato. Stefania va da Stuard gli chiede qual è la sua decisione. Stuard pensa che sarebbe grande gestire la Foresta insieme, di essere suo marito ma che non può. Stefania dice che tornerà a Parigi ... e attenderà, si abbracciano e Stefania dice di essere felice, ma quando esce dalla casa ,si commuove. Tornata alla Foresta incontra Wak al quale dice che Stuard rimarrà con Eva ... Per ora.

La morte di Alexandra Foresta

Una volta tornata a Los Angeles, Stefania inizia ad essere la fiamma di un odio profondo da parte di sua cugina Alexandra. Quest'ultima la accusa di essere come sua madre Laura e la incolpa della morte di Mirko (quando chiaramente Stefania non ha nulla a che fare con questo fatto). Sotto consiglio di Mirko Foresta (che le appare sotto forma di fantasma) Alexandra decide di vendicare la morte del cugino, dunque si vuole sbarazzare fisicamente di Stefaliana Jr. Una sera,dopo la sfilata della nuova linea "California Freedom" di Stefania e Serena con l'aiuto di Sonia, Alexandra fissa un chiodo alla gomma della macchina di Stefania,cosicché questa possa bucarla una volta in movimento. Il suo scopo è unicamente quello di investirla,proprio come accadde a Mirko, ma quando ci sta per riuscire,si blocca e successivamente Stefania affronta Alexandra circa il tentato omicidio. Alexandra però,nonostante ceda ad un abbraccio da parte della cugina, non demorde quando sente una macchina frenare e aggredisce Stefania con un arnese per cambiare la ruota ormai bucata. Arriva Serena Foresta che era andata a cercare le due ragazze, e cerca di far ragionare la cugina. Alexandra fa cadere Serena e Stefania a terra la quale non riesce ad alzarsi e in seguito Alexandra prende un sasso e inizia a minacciare Stefania di doverlo fare per la salvezza della famiglia e per suo cugino. Nel mentre, Eva arriva in macchina e assiste alla scena,senza però farsi notare. Quando Alexandra sta per uccidere Stefania con il sasso,questa prende il crik e fa cadere a terra la cugina,che sbatte la testa contro un masso e perde i sensi. Successivamente,Stefania si alza assieme a Serena e vanno da Alexandra dicendole di alzarsi; Eva arriva sul luogo dell'incidente e con Stefania e Serena, prova a soccorrere Alexandra,chiamando anche un'ambulanza. Ben presto i medici diranno alle 3 giovani Foresta che per Alexandra non c'è più niente da fare e le 3 cadono in un mare di lacrime.

I ricatti di Eva Foresta con il video della morte di Alexandra

Eva comincia a ricattare Stefania perché ha un video che vede Stefania che colpisce Alexandra. In quel video, che Eva ha provveduto a copiare su più dispositivi, si vede Stefania che colpisce violentemente Alexandra con il crick della macchina, senza mostrare che Alexandra stesse colpendo Stefania con un sasso, e che quindi Stefania stava solo attuando una legittima difesa. Eva, agguerrita, è ancora risentita per il fatto che Stefania le ha portato via Stuard, e ritiene la cugina responsabile della morte di Alexandra. A nulla valgono le spiegazioni di Stefania, la quale si ritrova praticamente sotto scacco da parte di Eva, che è intenzionata a mostrare quel filmato alla Polizia. Stefania si confida con Stuard e Wak, i quali la sostengono e tentano invano di far ragionare Eva, ma Wak non ha il coraggio di prendere il telefono di Eva di nascosto e cancellarle il video perché ha iniziato una relazione con lei e non vuole tradirne la fiducia, e intanto accusa come sempre Stuard di aver trattato male la ragazza usandola come rimpiazzo dopo l'addio di Rose e di averla scaricata dopo il ritorno di Stefania. Con il passare dei giorni cresce l'ossessione di Eva per quel video, così come aumenta sempre di più la sua rabbia verso Stefania; così Eva ricatta Stefania: se non vuole che quel video vada alla Polizia, deve promuoverla a volto della Foresta. Stefania impaurita accetta, e confida tutta la verità soltanto a Stuard, che continua a sostenerla anche dopo aver visto quell'ambiguo filmato. Tuttavia Eva non sembra accontentarsi e continua a intimorire Stefania, che però decide di reagire e parla con fermezza a Wak, facendogli capire che deve intervenire perché tale situazione non può più continuare. Questa volta Wak decide di dare retta a Stefania ed apre il computer di Eva per cancellare tutte le copie del video, ma proprio in quel momento arriva Eva e lo sorprende in flagrante. Tuttavia Wak le parla con decisione e le fa capire quanto sia dannosa per tutti questa sua rabbia incontrollata verso Stefania; Eva finalmente si rende conto di essere stata accecata dall'odio e dal rancore, si scusa sinceramente con Stefania e le chiede immensamente perdono, rassicura dola sul fatto che, nel profondo, non ha mai creduto che fosse una spietata assassina; inoltre, dopo aver cancellato tutte le copie del video, le promette che cercherà di esserle amica, nonostante lei le abbia tolto Stuard. Tutto sembra risolto e sepolto, ma dopo pochi giorni si scopre che Stefania non ha minimamente perdonato Eva per quelle minacce, al punto che, dopo averla illusa di fare il suo primo servizio fotografico, al momento in cui sarebbe dovuto iniziare, le dice con estrema freddezza che non la vuole più intorno a lei, la licenzia dalla Foresta, e le ordina di sparire in fretta dalla sua vista, altrimenti la farà trascinare a forza fuori dall'edificio. In seguito, grazie all'intervento di Errico, Stefania decide di riassumere la cugina e di porre fine alle ostilità.

Gli incidenti di Eva Foresta

Durante una conversazione tra Drew e Eva in ufficio, Stefania ascolta di nascosto e capisce che Eva ha tradito Wak e va su tutte le furie, rivelandolo prima a Stuard e poi allo stesso Wak. Saputo della rivelazione, Eva decide di affrontare Stefania e tra le due sorge un battibecco durante il quale Stefania spinge accidentalmente Eva, facendola entrare in contatto con dei fili elettrici scoperti. Eva resterà dunque folgorata, creandosi una situazione simile a quella che aveva visto Stefania coinvolta nella morte di Alexandra. Tuttavia, stavolta le cose andranno bene e Eva si riprenderà appieno. Il rapporto tra lei e Stefania però sarà fortemente compromesso, tanto che la prima chiederà un provvedimento restrittivo verso la seconda, ritirandolo poco tempo dopo per avere detto a Stuard "Ti amo". Ma durante una discussione tra le due in casa Foresta, Eva cade dalle scale e si pensa subito a Stefania come colpevole dato che era sola con lei, anche Stuard, giunto subito dopo l'incidente. Stefania ripeterà più volte a Stuard di non essere stata lei a spingere la cugina, ma lui stenta a crederle. Essendo ormai compromessa la sua relazione con Wak (infatti Quata ha rivelato al figlio che Eva ama ancora Stuard) e avendo deciso Stuard di restare accanto a Stefania, Eva torna in Australia da suo padre Johny, accompagnata accidentalmente proprio da Stuard, che è svenuto sull'aereo a causa di una caduta. Per questo Stefania crede che Stuard sia ancora innamorato di Eva e allora trova conforto proprio in Wak, anche se lei lo vede momentaneamente solo come un amico.

Il matrimonio con Wak Chiummi e i dubbi di Stefania

Quando Stuard torna a Los Angeles, non visto, trova Stefania nel letto di casa sua tra le braccia di Wak, mentre stanno dormendo nudi, e crede che i due abbiano fatto l'amore, ma in realtà Wak sta consolando la ragazza, disperata poiché crede che Stuard sia partito per l'Australia, perché ancora innamorato di Eva. Così Stuard va a dormire alla Chiummi e il giorno dopo decide di licenziarsi dalla Foresta e di lasciare Stefania. Quest'ultima, incredula e disperata, gli chiede il motivo della sua decisione, ma lui non glielo rivela, sostenendo che dovrebbe ricordarsi delle sue azioni. A quel punto Stefania gli chiede di presentarsi la sera stessa nella loro casa, per darle ancora un'altra possibilità. Il ragazzo si reca in seguito nel parcheggio della Foresta, dove incontra Quata, che gli chiede se abbia lasciato Stefania, e Stuard le ordina di dire a suo figlio Wak di stare lontano da Stefania. Subito dopo il giovane sviene, sotto gli occhi esterrefatti di Quata, che decide di portarlo nel suo chalet per evitare che lui si presenti all'incontro con Stefania e per dare una possibilità a Wak di conquistare la giovane Foresta. Mentre Stuard, che ha perso la memoria, è tenuto nello chalet di Quata a Topanga, Wak cerca di far felice Stefania, distraendola dal pensiero di Stuard, che ovviamente non si è presentato all'incontro: prima la porta in spiaggia a trascorrere un pomeriggio, al termine del quale si baciano, poi le regala una moto. Dopo vario tempo trascorso insieme, Wak chiede a Stefania di sposarlo, ma lei non si sente completamente libera da Stuard, perché non gli ha dato spiegazioni del suo silenzio. Allora Quata riesce a mandare un messaggio vocale di Stuard, registrato con l'inganno, a Stefania, nel quale l'ex fidanzato la spinge a dimenticarlo. Stefania, disperata, si lascia andare a Wak, con cui fa l'amore per la prima volta, anche se continua a pensare a Stuard. Successivamente Wak chiede nuovamente a Stefania di sposarlo e la ragazza accetta, sentendosi ormai libera da Stuard: così i due giovani comunicano alle rispettive famiglie di essere ufficialmente fidanzati. In realtà Stefania in seguito si rende conto di non poter fare a meno di pensare a che fine abbia fatto Stuard: infatti, mentre Eva è di passaggio a Los Angeles, le chiede se Stuard sia con lei, accusandola di avere intrecciato una relazione amorosa con lui e di averlo portato via da lei. Ma Eva le dice di averlo visto l'ultima volta quando l'ha accompagnata in Australia e di non avere nessuna elazione con lui. Allora Stefania, immaginando che Stuard possa ancora provare dei sentimenti per Rose, telefona alla ragazza, chiedendo se Stuard sia con lei a Milano, ma Rose le dice di averlo visto l'ultima volta a Los Angeles prima di partire per l'Italia e di non sentirlo da tempo. Nonostante non riesca a fare a meno di pensare a Stuard, Stefania si sposa su una spiaggia con Wak: i testimoni sono Serena per la donna e Max per il Chiummi. Trascorrono la luna di miele in casa, ma il giorno dopo Wak scopre che Il nuovo compagno di sua madre è proprio Stuard, che ha perso la memoria. La donna, innamorata di Stuard, implora il figlio di lasciarli partire insieme ma Stuard improvvisamente riacquista la memoria e riesce a ricordare il volto di Stefania; allora Wak chiude sua madre nel ripostiglio dello chalet per farla arrestare e libera suo fratello. Dopodiché si reca nello chalet con il padre Max, non trovando più Quata che è stata salvata dal redivivo Dixon.

Il terzo matrimonio con Stuard

Stefania, incredula, vede correre verso di lei sulla spiaggia della casa di Stuard proprio il suo ex fidanzato e i due si abbracciano e si baciano appassionatamente (anche se lui non sa ancora che la donna si è sposata con suo fratello Wak). Dopodiché Stuard le spiega dove è stato nel periodo di assenza e le dice che la ama. Tuttavia Stefania decide di rispettare l'impegno preso con Wak e di rimanere con lui. Ma quando scopre che la madre di Wak, Quata, sta insidiando suo nonno, decide di lasciare la casa sulla spiaggia. Dopo vari tentativi di Wak per salvare il suo matrimonio (aiutato da Errico e Quata), alla fine concede il divorzio a Stefania. Dopo ciò, decide di riposarsi con Stuard in Australia, coronando così il loro sogno d'amore.

La relazione con Max

Durante il terzo matrimonio con Stuard, Stefania ha finalmente un bambino di quest'ultimo, ma poco prima ci fu un litigio e Max, padre di Stuard, approfitta di lei, ma questo rimane un segreto finché Stefania decide di fare un test di paternità all'insaputa di Stuard e viene verificato che il padre è lui, ma Stuard trova i documenti del test e chiede a lei perché ha fatto questo gesto, e lei gli narra l'accaduto. Così Stuard, lascia Stefania e si nasconde da lei.

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