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[stellaiem]

        he'd been a thorn against  her common sense since the day she first laid eyes on him,  stella's sure.  at least,  she supposes,  it wasn't a case of  falling  at first sight.  and stella will acknowledge how  pathetically idiotic  she had grown to be around him  -  but,  at the very least,  she had a chance of missing this.  stella simply didn't take it.  it's her fault for that one;  she knows it,  too.  made her peace with it  -  maybe will even eventually be able to process it when she's working on a film with  personal meaning  to her.  that is where her interest lays once again,  just how it was the first time she knew him.  

         stella winter  was supposed to be untouchable;  a girl so focused on her career and her success,  the people in front of her meant nothing.  if they are not her family,  then what does it matter ?  now,  michael geary  wasn't the  first  person to crack her sparkling diamond walls  -  but the memories created with him still  digs deep  into her spirit.  sometimes,  it makes stella wish she didn't have one.  wouldn't that be far much easier ?  but the frosty girl she used to be  -  well,  she's perhaps a girl who feels everything very deeply,  not matter how well she hides it.  even now,  she misses the ice princess she was  before  she got to know lincoln city's citizens.  brows furrow,  she shakes her head.   "no you didn't, so ... don't."  and as the whisper exiles itself from her lips,  stella knows it's taking all her self control to not cause a scene.  she was  never  that girl.  never wanted to be that girl.  but,  michael ?  he always had a way of lifting up her flesh,  crawling under her thick skin,  and  burrowing into her ground zero.  it was exhausting.  he's only said a few sentences,  yet it made her feel more than she's felt in years.  

        "WE are strangers. i haven't talked to you in close to a decade."  doe eyes flash up at him,  and she wishes it was pure,  unadulterated  fury.  there's certainly a glint of it in her gaze,  but  -  the eyes were the window to a person's soul,  no ?  stella could only believe he couldn't read her like he used to.  she was counting on it  (  it's wishful thinking  ).   "unbelievable."  and oh,  she knows if she were any more popular in the film industry  -  they'd use this moment to pin every villain moment of the year on her.  but  ...  fuck it.  weren't  villainesses in  now,  anyway ?   "do you even talk to him?"   it's almost like a slip-up,  that she remembers how much she  HATED  his father when she saw michael every day.  when she saw that solemn look he quickly covered up when someone approached them together.  she remembers everything.   "michael,"  she breathes out his familiar bittersweet name,  usual southern charm thick with fervor,  and stella uses the same pleading word he used only seconds before.   "please. i don't want to do this right now. or here."   she'd actually rather not do it at all  ...  yet there's not enough of her voice left to finish her sentiment.

she  might  have  been  an  actress  but  he  had  been  raised  by  one  too  ,  all  the  coldness  that  his  mother  extended  to  him  ingrained  on  what  had  turned  out  to  be  quite  a  twisted  soul  of  his  own  .  if  you  were  looking  to  lay  blame  at  anyone's  feet  ,  you  may  have  considered  loretta  the  cause  of  michael's  unusually  manipulative  disposition  .  in  truth  ,  it  was  unclear  if  it  was  nature  or  a  failture  in  nurture  that  had  caused  the  geary  children  to  range  from  emotionally  unstable  to  selfishly  devious  .  michael  ,  was  both  the  former  and  the  latter  .  

perhaps  he  should  have  foreseen  this  reaction  but  that  would  have  meant  ,  he  would  have  thought  of  this  at  all  .  in  fact  ,  he  had  little  let  his  mind  wander  into  the  past  over  the  ten  years  that  had  gone  between  them  .  (  he  had  been  blasted  out  of  his  mind  for  half  of  them  )  .  no  matter  how  much  time  has  passed  ,  he  did  have  a  connection  with  stella  and  maybe  that's  why  it  might  be  easier  for  him  to  dig  in  ,  to  search  for  the  right  buttons  to  press  or  the  right  strings  to  strum  until  she  was  part  of  his  orchestra  again  .  although  ,  the  idea  that  he  was  forgettable  might  have  touched  him  for  a  moment  ,  his  softening  features  ,  the  wrinkle  in  his  forehead  as  he  looked  at  his  once  forever  friend  .  "  i  wondered  about  you  ...  "  with  that  delicate  softness  that  made  you  want  to  believe  him  .  how  could  he  really  mean  any  cruelty  ?  any  harm  ?  if  the  devil  was  just  an  angel  that  was  cast  out  of  heaven  ,  michael  might  have  been  the  next  in  line  for  that  flaming  throne  with  his  unlikely  temperament  .

that  downtrodden  expression  of  his  ,  sweet  and  hurt  …  the  lilt  in  the  corner  of  his  lips  as  if  he's  really  considering  leaving  .  but  he's  not  .  he's  just  pausing  .  "  please  ,  don't  treat  me  like  a  stranger  …  i  don't  think  i  could  handle  that  with  everything  else  going  on  …  "  you  might  mistake  it  for  a  tremble  in  his  soft  voice  ,  brown  eyes  exuding  the  plea  as  if  he  is  desperate  to  have  her  back  at  his  side  .  his  best  friend  .  his  one  and  only  .  "  my  dad's  been  asking  about  you  ,  "  another  hook  ,  another  possible  way  to  lure  her  in  .  he  and  his  father  hadn't  talked  in  years  until  now  ,  the  prodigical  son  returns  …  as  a  priest  .  and  oh  ,  what  an  interesting  reunion  that  was  proving  to  be  …  almost  as  interesting  as  this  .  

[stellaiem]

        stella nods, golden waves skim  against the delicate skin of her collarbones  ( she never was one to shy away from showing her  favorite  body parts ),  sigh escaping from her glossed lips.   "i suppose i just thought -"  and stella thinks it would be  awful  if she said  untouchable  due to the fact she didn't grow up here.  that because she didn't have close relations to chris,  because she lived elsewhere  -  they wouldn't  care enough  to question her.   "oh, i don't know. i guess i just thought i had a better reputation than that. is that self absorbed of me to say?"

Coffee was a godsend when you worked as long as Mira did, it's how she made it through the first few hours of her shift. He shift didn't start for about thirty minutes, and was close, so she was taking a breather outside before the chaos of the day. Surprised to hear a familiar voice, Mira turned to see the seat that was once empty was now occupied. "Oh, no, not yet. I go in tomorrow. I'm guessing you did?"

[stellaiem]

        pot recognizes kettle, right? and  stella isn't even trying to be stereotypical.  she's read the articles,  the posts,  watched the shows with commentary about how  asians are always friends with other asians.  alas,  in the truth of the matter  ...  why would stella have  not  wanted to know vivian ?  the girl was a few years younger than her,  her family even far more perfect than her own  -  bigger,  too.  and it was like seeing seeing herself through a looking glass.  not to mention,  the  kindness  the raven haired girl exuded.  stella needed that back then  -  needed it now,  too.  it's only natural for her to be drawn to the other.   "well ... be on the lookout, okay? and - maybe ask your parents if they have a lawyer they like. or i could ask mine to find you one."   her southern accent makes these suggestions with such a sweet concern for the other,  one may think stella considered vivian as kin.  alas  -  stella an actress,  no law pro,  this is for sure  -  and she's not sure what the rules on sharing lawyers are.  the blonde nods,  doe eyes flashing up to vivian,  leaning closer  -  voice dropping to a matching whisper.   "yes, they wanted to know about that night - and i remember you being there, too .... right?"

vivian is afraid of lincoln city in the same way a child is afraid of the dark . no matter how busy she kept herself , she could never find the courage to exorcise the apparition of her decade old mistakes haunting her in the middle of the night , gurgling — begging — for a morsel of atonement . she thought she had her anxiety under control , but the moment vivian stepped back into her hometown , she couldn't help but feel as helpless as a lamb pierced by the razor sharp teeth of the past . " the police ? " vivian questions with a slight twitch of her brow , the words raw in her throat as she soothed the shivers that viciously wrangled her body . " no , i haven't talked to anyone like that . . . " dark eyes peer at the blonde before she shifts in her seat , movements careful , voice softened by concern . " did you ? "

[stellaiem]

         once upon a time ago,  they'd been inevitable,  hadn't they ?  they moment junior year stella laid eyes on the boy,  that girl could've sworn everything felt so much more  ...  alive.  it certainly helped to consider where she was in that time of her life;  in a new place,  surrounded by new people,  in new environments,  without her brother by her side  -  stella winter had been a fish out of water,  and in the ocean of felix langdon's eyes was the  only  place she felt like  she wouldn't be left to drown.  sure,  there had been other relationships before felix;  other relationships after felix.  but  he  ----  well,  she was the one interaction back in town that she was scared of being the  wild card.  so many things were left unsaid,  so many arcs left unfinished,  and when she attempts to think of an end to them it's sort of like a  blurred mosaic.  

        stella supposes she's  doomed  to remember the feeling of his lips pressed against hers,  the moment she realized he  RETURNED  the feelings she had,  and maybe it wasn't wishful thinking.  they had a chance and he wanted her and she wanted him and  it was so good,  wasn't it ?   it feels like she's swallowing  a moonstone  down her throat before her breath catches,  and stella cracks a  bashful  smile.   "hi felix."   it's all the southern lilt of her voice can get out,  the blonde moving to push the stray hairs away from her face.  she kneels,  because it's easier to talk to him while petting his dogs,  than to look at him.  stella winter,  as it turns out,  can be a bit of a coward.   

        "but you guys basically are a just a big, big, big lapdogs, arentcha?"   she coos,  giggle bubbling from her lips as duke leans forward to lick her face,  and the dogs she's walking run around with felix's others.  she has to talk to him,  she knows she does.  but the blonde leans forward to  give duke a big hug  instead,  surprised the dogs she's walking haven't started whining in annoyance.   "i could make that work. is your number still the same? i mean - it's definitely been a minute."   guilt seeps into her chest as her head lifts up,  and she still feels the  peace  she felt back as a teenager.   "mine is. still the same, i mean."

          felix   can’t   take   his   eyes   off   stella   ,   so   he   doesn’t   even   try   .     smile   tugging   at   lips   as   she   is   drawn   closer   ,   pulled   along   by   her   dogs   towards   him   and   his   own   .     duke   and   daisy   pull   eagerly   at   their   leashes   ,   desperate   to   join   the   fun   .     but   felix   ?     he   stops   their   walk   to   lean   against   the   old   oak   tree   ,   the   very   old   oak   where   he   and   stella   had   snuck   so   many   kisses   .     gentle   breeze   teasing   blonde   hair   ,   hand   tucked   into   the   pocket   of   brand - new   chinos   .     he’s   the   picture   of   patience   ,   of   strength   —   the   dogs’   pull   barely   makes   him   sway   .     but   the   hand   in   his   pocket   fidgets   with   a   loose   thread   ,   and   his   heart   beats   a   frantic   rhythm   .

          you   know   ,   he   knew   this   was   coming   .     seeing   stella   again   .     seeing   everyone   ,   really   —   the   friends   ,   the   exes   ,   the   wilders   ,   even   those   guys   he   used   to   compete   with   .     he’d   expected   to   be   composed   ,   you   see   .     friendly   ,   but   guarded   .     he’d   reminded   himself   of   what   was   at   stake   .     but   ,   expectations   …     expectations   are   fragile   things   .   reality   ?     reality   is   raw   ,   visceral   .     and   now   ,   stella   winter   is   standing   right   there   ,   right   in   front   of   him   ,   and   …     well   ,   reality   has   a   way   of   knocking   the   wind   right   out   of   you   .

          “   don’t   sweat   it   .     duke’s   no   angel   himself   .     these   guys   think   they’re   lapdogs   ,   not   the   horses   they   are   .   ”     hand   reaches   out   to   give   duke’s   side   a   hearty   pat   ,   but   the   great   dane   is   too   busy   wrestling   with   stella’s   dogs   to   care   .     he’s   all   floppy   ears   and   wagging   tail   ,   bouncing   around   like   a   puppy   .     really   ,   the   whole   scene   was   a   chaotic   mess   of   tangled   leashes   ,   tugging   and   happy   barks   .     “   maybe   we   should   set   up   a   playdate   .     give   us   a   break   from   the   leash   burns   ,   let   them   tire   each   other   out   ,   and   …     you   know   ,   maybe   even   a   chance   for   us   to   catch   up   …     i   mean   ,   it’s   been   a   while   ,   right   ?   ”

[stellaiem]

        taking the time to just  ...  be a girl with luci is  exactly  what stella needed,  and the blonde realizes this as she glances at the raven haired girl,  pink painted lips curving into a grin as she lets out a soft giggle.    "i think you have to have it. i'm serious, if you don't buy it for yourself, i'm buying it for you."   slender hands reach out to  gently brush  some hair out of luci's face,  shaping it to fall against the curve of her jawline and curtain her brows just so.    "beautiful,"   stella informs luciana,  before stepping back to admire her own work,  before shrugging.   "honestly? barbie. we deserve a barbie who looks like you anyway. it probably would've held me back from bleaching my hair just a litle bit longer."   and now stella is  attached  to the golden glow  of her hair,  so there'll be no going back on it now. 

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 , @stellaiem .

                 standing  in  front  of  one  of  the  mirrors  in  the  mall  ,  luciana  grabbed  some  pink  shaded  sunglasses  .  moving  them  up  to  her  face  ,  she  pushed  them  up  the  bridge  of  her  nose  .  lips  pursing  together  as  she  looked  at  herself  ,  fingers  rustled  through  dark  waves  before  she  finally  looked  back  at  the  other  .         ❛      what  do  you  think  ?     ❜            she  asked  ,  moving  her  hands  up  to  the  sides  of  the  glasses  ,  adjusting  them  ever  so  slightly  .          ❛      is  it  giving  bratz  or  barbie  ?      ❜          luci  questioned  ,  something  so  𝐎𝐃𝐃  about  the  whole  exchange  .  at  least  ,  it  felt  odd  due  to  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  going  on  .  due  to  the  message  that  had  just  been  received  by  quote  ,  unquote          (      chris  wilder  ,      )        himself  .  but  alas  ,  here  they  were  .

[stellaiem]

       stella winter is a professional;   trained to smile saccharinely for the camera,  raised to have surrounding humans cling to every comment flirting off the tip of her tongue.  SHE ALSO MAY BE A LIAR,  though others may simply say she's  really good  at pretending some things never happened,  so much to the point she'll believe the narratives  -  it's  denial.  stella winter is a professional actress,  and her own denial is the only thing that will get her through these next few months.  and then there's  michael geary.  odd,  how dark doe eyes will flash to someone who she once considered to be a soft spot,  now more commonly defined as a  mistake  when she's drunkenly gossiping with noah.   "good, it means the children haven't been traumatized yet."  she's not alluding to him doing the traumatizing  -  really !  it's this  ...  town.  the gossip,  the sides and whispers and underlying tragedy and the tension so thick,  stella could cut through it with the tip of her peach manicured fingers. 

       when she was  a teenager  -  stella's brows would've scrunched at his words,  the stiffness in her shoulders would've melted,  her heart would've fluttered,  stomach would've dropped.  she's proud to say  three  of those things were no longer a viscal reaction to the man.   "who said i was angry? anger would mean i continued to wonder about you."  and there's two sides to each coin,  right ?  he didn't have to be the one to reach out  -  they're both adults,  stella could've reached out just the same.  scoff falls from her lips.   "now that definitely sounds like a lie. and this is coming from someone who lies professionally."   stella is so  BUTTHURT,  wonders how  RELIGION  could help him,  but not her ?  god.  she's jealous and upset at religion and faith  --  stella'll admit,  this is  a new low  for her.  it's a mistake to let her dark gaze search his,  but she'll do it anyway before shaking her head.   "i don't think i do know you. sorry, what was your name again?"

many  would  have  lost  their  footing  so  early  but  michael  had  never  struggled  with  that  .  he  had  been  a  keen  musician  all  of  his  life  ,  second  chair  but  never  second  fiddle  .  what  he  had  mastered  more  easily  than  anything  was  the  ability  to  play  the  people  around  him  better  than  any  singular  instrument  .  it  came  so  naturally  to  him  that  it  almost  felt  subconscious  ,  that  he  couldn't  possibly  be  held  accountable  for  his  own  actions  and  approach  to  the  people  around  him  ,  as  if  he  wasn't  even  aware  of  it  .  as  soon  as  he  realises  that  the  person  he  is  talking  to  is  stella  ,  he  is  locked  in  .  it  won't  take  long  for  him  to  narrow  in  ,  a  dangerous  mixture  of  softness  and  confidence  that  never  left  .  brown  eyes  always  dosed  in  false  promise  ,  warmth  ...  he  could  be  a  pair  of  gentle  arms  ...  he  could  be  whatever  was  wanted  in  the  moment  ,  to  dissipate  later  into  nothingness  .  he  was  more  of  an  apparition  than  any  solid  being  .   "  you  did  miss  the  reading  anyway  but  the  children  loved  it  ...  "  he's  not  acting  .  he  doesn't  think  so  ,  anyway  ,  doesn't  entertain  the  idea  .  it  has  been  ten  years  and  nobody  really  knows  him  now  ,  even  if  there  was  a  possibility  that  she  and  he  could  have  bumped  shoulders  in  LA  .  "  i  understand  that  you're  angry  with  me  ...  but  you  have  to  understand  ...  those  first  five  years  are  a  blur  and  then  i  found  my  faith  and  i  knew  that  i  had  to  really  dedicate  myself  ...  "  he's  explaining  it  all  away  and  none  of  it  is  technically  a  lie  .  that  is  what  happened  .  the  drugs  ,  the  drinking  ,  the  partying  blurs  and  the  seductive  lifestyle  of  a  trust  fund  baby  swept  him  away  as  it  should  and  then  when  he  had  changed  ,  he  had  needed  to  put  all  his  energy  into  the  study  of  his  new  /  old  religion  .  his  goal  to  get  into  the  priesthood  was  no  small  feat  (  although  his  motivations  are  still  unclear  )  .  "  come  on  ,  you  know  me  ...  i'd  never  purposely  hurt  you  ,  "  doe  eyed  ,  angelic  almost  in  his  appearance  ,  his  nature  so  seductive  in  the  sense  that  you  wanted  to  believe  him  ...  wanted  him  to  be  who  he  was  portraying  .

[stellaiem]

tagging: @classcursestarters. location: outdoor, public bench.

       "did you ..."  pink ballerina tipped  fingernails tap against the plastic of her to-go cup of  strawberry-lavendar matcha,  stella's current hyperfixtation of the season,  doe eyes widening as she leans towards the other,  her southern drawl dropping into a  whisper  drifting in the wind.    "did you, by any chance, have an odd interaction with law enforcement recently?" 

[stellaiem]

       girl sits, prim and proper  -  angel like eyes blinking at the police questioning her,  confusion furrowing her brows as she shakes her head.  yet,  a thought lingers in the back of her mind.  SHE IS AN ACTRESS  ...  no matter what she says,  how she reacts :   it will always be scrutinized by the police,  by the town,  by film lovers,  by her haters,  -  by the  ghost of christopher wilder  himself.  

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ? 

"i was with noah -"  because the two of them had decided a long time ago where stella goes,  she'll always have noah with her  -  and vice versa. 

is it true ?   "we were going shot for shot, at the end of year party, actually -"  the blonde muses,  head shaking as manicured fingernails tap at her bottom lip.   "i didn't think she'd outdrink me, you know?"

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?

"probably the same night. i think he said hi to me at the beginning of the night."  she had remembered being a bit  giddy  about the fact he said something to her outside of film club.  stella also knows,  better than anyone,  the  best  way to act well,  is to draw something from the truth.   "i was actually going to try and find him before noah and i left ..."  she drawls out,  blonde tendrils of hair falling against her shoulders before she shrugs,  the golden silk like tendrils shining even against the  stale white light  of the station.   "but i had no luck."

  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?

soft blush brushes against her cheek,  head ducking down.   "i ... had a crush on him for a bit there. i don't think he noticed. we were just in film club together."  bambi eyes blink up at the officer,  stella tilts her head to look at them.   "the most interaction we had were for projects together and -"   another officer comes in,  whispering softly into her interrogaters ear before they look at her.   "you're free to go, miss winter. thank you for your cooperation."

they leave first,  and stella blinks once again  -  shaking herself out of it before glancing at the file of christopher in the file on top of the table.  she could've missed him more,  she thinks,  adjusting her purse against her shoulder.  but maybe it was a good thing she didn't.

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           stella likes to think she's  decent at both her jobs,  okay ?  a decent actress,  a decent pet sitter,  and she's good with animals.  still  -  when willow and choko get excited  ...  it's not like stella is  buff and strong  and known for controlling animals on a leash.  choko just happens to know how to excite his older sister  -  and when choko gets excited,  willow always follows suit.   "choko, willow - guys, please!"   the older doberman and chocolate lab seem to ignore their month,  instead opting to pull the blonde through the sidewalks and she's so grateful she's not a  HOLLYWOOD STAR ACTRESS  just yet,  considering the scene.  girl is out of breath when the dogs stop,  noting they were going towards a few other dogs on a walk,  when she tilts her head up to catch a breath.   "sorry, sorry,"   her southern drawl breathes out,  stella shaking her head.   "these guys are really excitable around here." ( @surglace )

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         the wind has certainly woke  up on the wild side of the bed today,  the actress doing her best to keep the flying tendrils away from her face,  dark eyes squinting as leans against the  shade  the library wall offers,  her mother  ( who is indeed thrilled to have stella back in town - stella thinks the woman may even be plotting with the law enforcement to keep her there longer - and stella's not even being dramatic saying that ! ).  stella is,  in theory,  trying to keep the color on her skin until the oregon weather dooms her with clouds.  and then she'll have to work double time.  also  -  her mother is yapping and gossiping away  with her caffeine dumped drink  and stella is going to fall asleep against the brick if  something  doesn't happen soon.

        stella curses her own thoughts when she hears his grating voice,  something that causes goosebumps to prickle  despite  the warmth of the sun.    "'m not here for the reading."   southern lilt in her voice drawls out as her eyes close,  and head leans against the wall  -  stella hoping if she doesn't make eye contact,  maybe  he'll just go away  ( it's wishful thinking;  stella knows this  ...  but still ).   "and i'm definitely not here for you."   because she's upset,  okay ?  stella thinks she's allowed to be upset  when they knew each other so well,  and he never reached out.  ever.   hand waves in the general direction of the café;  something between gesturing to it and shooing him away.    "so just ... do that act somewhere else, okay?"

open / @classcursestarters

for  many  ,  it  was  an  uncomfortable  experience  .  on  the  other  hand  ,  michael  appeared  to  be  thriving  in  his  newfound  role  as  the  second  coming  of  religion  in  lincoln  city  .  for  the  first  time  ,  he  was  getting  along  with  his  father  (  who  may  have  still  doubted  this  new  leaf  too  )  and  seemed  to  be  a  very  respectable  member  of  society  .  it  had  only  been  two  weeks  but  he  left  nothing  but  good  omens  in  his  wake  ,  the  brightness  that  he  cast  almost  making  people  forget  the  darkness  of  what  else  was  going  on  .  michael  never  spoke  of  chris  ,  never  thought  of  him  …  tried  not  to  get  too  tangled  up  in  his  association  with  the  night  in  question  while  they  waited  for  police  to  ask  them  again  ,  what  had  happened  .  on  this  particular  day  ,  he  had  just  finished  his  reading  at  the  library  .  a  line  of  happy  children  and  parents  filtering  out  as  he  leans  against  the  wooden  table  that  was  set  up  beside  the  spot  he  had  been  occupying  .  he  was  nothing  but  full  of  lovely  ,  kind  deeds  for  the  ever  deserving  community  that  surrounded  cursed  devils  lake  .  "  i'm  sorry  to  say  that  you  already  missed  the  reading  … it  was  one  of  my  best  renditions  of  little  red  riding  hood  …  "  fingertips  walking  across  the  table  momentarily  as  he  settles  to  sit  ,  "  or  did  you  just  come  to  see  me  ?  "

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WRITTEN BY ROSIE AS A PART OF CLASSCURSEHQ, i bring to you : 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 ...

beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours - demanding "more". only when your girlish glow, flickers just so, do they let you know: it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ... !

full name: stella winter

birthday: august 8th, 1995

zodiac: leo

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

occupation: small time actress - part time dog walker and pet sitter for that side hustle

resides in: los angeles, california

school status: dance, science club, av & film.

height: 5'4

hair color: a warm (bottle) blonde.

eye color: brown ( t30 )

tattoos/piercings: has a star on the inside of her right wrist, a daisy on her left rib, and 2 lobe + high ear piercing on her right ears.

markings: a scar on her left knee she got when she was 7, climbing a huge tree in the winter's backyard, and falling when trying to race her brother to the top.

parents: elizabeth and adam winter.

siblings: charlie winter ( born a month after her adoption )

pets: a 6 month old chocolate lab pup named choko and a 2 year old doberman named willow.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ... !

positive traits: driven, luminous, eloquent

negative traits: gullible, apathetic ( during her hs days, not so much anymore ), impatient, impulsive.

fears: seen as "dull", not getting what she wants, disappearing into the earth after she dies after no legacy, finding her birth parents, having to beg for someone to pay attention.

likes: smell of fresh cut grass, shaved ice, hair toner, the smell of blooming flowers and lavender, flowing dresses, the feeling of wind, botanicals.

dislikes: cruel people, the smell of cigarette smoke, passive aggression, liars, the "use" of other people.

hobbies: gardening, crocheting, playing with makeup, filming "little delights" on her phone throughout the day.

aesthetics: imagine a sweet girl stopping to smell the flowers, laying in fields of lavender, immediately purchasing a sunflower if it's in her path and putting it front and center in her apartment, passing by to leave the lingering scent of jasmine and patchouli topped with green herbs, golden curls pinned back with a bow, flowing fabric caressing against silky, almost lustrous skin, and eyes crinkling as she lets out a giggle, wind blowing through her hair, slender and callous free hand cover her lips politely.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 ... !

elizabeth and adam winter had been trying for a girl when they find they're pregnant with charlie - and there was no way elizabeth was going to raise a son without a daughter by his side. the woman fully believed in raising two at the same time, so they could grow side by side, and learn to treat others with kindness and compassion. and so, a month before charlie winter is born - myeong, now stella - is adopted from south korea, and brought back home to berkeley lake, georgia. the two siblings are raised side by side; stella considers charlie to be her best friend. elizabeth and adam do their best to raise stella in her own culture, surrounding her with food options and other korean people - if she's so interested in learning about her ancestry. she has some interest, but most of her interests lay through the girl can see through a camera. she keeps her birth name of myeong in a special box in her room, where the keepsakes from korea were put - but it's out of sight, out of mind. girl does not want to meet the people who birthed her if they did not even care to leave a letter for her. and she's so happy being a winter. stella thrives. her parents love her, spoil her. charlie may be the younger brother, but he plays the role of protective brother easily. elizabeth and adam support stella in her passions, listen to their daughter's concerns, and help as much as they can. stella winter is used to having a full support system. so she wins spelling bees and beauty pageants, she enters film competitions and goes to math summer camp, she plants flowers with her mother every spring and helps her father fix up the old car stella's grandfather gave to her before he passed; she is well liked and always so happy, so bright. it's not that things get bad - they just change. charlie decides to finish off high school abroad, at this engineering program in iceland, her parents retire early, a lot of the house staff is let go - and the big house she grew up feels ... empty and cold, empty. stella was liked by her teachers, by her peers - but she can't call any of the latter her friends. and so, the winters move to oregon during her sophmore year of high school - and it's history from then. but we have to talk about the party; how she was a little too drunk to know what was happening, didn't realize what was happening, until she's standing by the lake with her peers - and chris isn't coming back up.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 ... !

DAZZLING STARLET IN THE MAKING, is stella winter. her name is even one to be written about, plastered over screens and posters, those pretty features made to capture hearts. but ... that’s. just. it. she’s on the brink of stardom, but her manager says she needs that oomph. she needs that trauma, to be the breath of fresh air that speaks about her past honestly and openly; t o allow people from the past to make and close their marks, to let her future fans know just how real stella winter can be.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ... !

the winters ; the family, seemingly, is committed to the bit. her parents and brother are all blonde. her mother and brother have blue eyes, though her father's eyes are hazel. no matter what, stella did feel like the odd one out with her dark hair.

stella certainly lived up to the family name at st mary's, had come off a bit cold, a bit brash - and a lot of social cues went over her head when her brother wasn't around, and parents were off making their name known in town as well.

the blonde hair is hard to ignore; her mom was against it,  but in the 8th grade  -  stella’s nagging finally got to elizabeth,  and stella was finally allowed to dye it blonde.

her career: she’s been in only a few indie films released within the past 5 years,  small roles getting larger each past year. there’s an upcoming part for the role of peggy sue in iconic 80’s film remake: peggy sue got Married. stella is indeed one of the actresses’ they’re considering for the role  ( after her STELLAR auditon, of course ).  however,  to give that extra oomph  -  stella’s manager wants her to confront her past head on,  give it to the media before they can get their grubby fingers into it;  before certain writers can twist her personality and role in the story to work against her;  before she becomes the topic of gossip gatherings,  not the topic of casting conversations.

she was also taught other skills like: shooting a gun ( she has impeccable aim ), playing the piano, can ride a horse, and speak both korean and icelandic alongside english.

she and chris wilder were in film & av club together and ... stella had a little unrequited crush on the guy. girl never made a move, barely spoke to him outside of film projects; figures she'd have time to talk to him and get to know each other when she wasn't so busy. and when he dies ... it awakens an impulse in her to feel so much more, to do what she feels, because who knows when her death is next?

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒... !

CLARA BOW by taylr s*ft, released in 2024; a telltale song on how hollywood will always treat the young women trying to make it on their own, and it isn't just hollywood - but all of america. notable lyrics: you look like stevie nicks in '75, the hair and lips // this town is fake but you're the real thing / breath of fresh air through smoke rings / take the glory, give everything / promise to be dazzling / the crown is stained but you're the real queen / flesh and blood amongst war machines / you're the new god we're worshipping // promise to be … dazzling

ALL AMERICAN BITCH by ol*v*a rodr*go, released in 2016; because the lyrics ... just describes how she feels and how she's seen by most people. notable lyrics: i pay attention to things that most people ignore / and i'm alright with the movies that make jokes 'bout senseless cruelty, that's for sure // o feel for your every little issue, i know just what you mean / and i make light of the darkness / i've got sun in my motherfuckin' pocket, best believe // coca-cola bottles that i only use to curl my hair / i got class and integrity / just like a goddamn kennedy, i swear / with love to spare // i don't get angry when i'm pissed / i'm the eternal optimist // i'm grateful all the time / i'm sexy and I'm kind / i'm pretty when I cry.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒... !

TAKEN:

THE BRUNETTE TO HER BLONDE. with @reinedense aka noah. more to be added later.

I WISH THAT'D I - with @michaelgeary. when you laid like a wolf / with your head on my lap / i felt like one of those portraits of women protected by a beast on a chain / they look so safe / a guard dog there just for her / if only she knew that with one wrong move / he'll turn around and tear off her hands / and i wish you had given me the courtesy of ripping out my throat / and i wish that i let you have the dignity of letting me go. because stella can take one look at michael geary and know he's no good for her. it doesn't last, though; because they're both transfer students and the more stella talks to michael, lets him in ( not by her own will ), she finds the similarities do not end there.

UNO REVERSE IS SO HIGH SCHOOL. with @surglace. truth, dare, spin bottles / you know how to ball, i know aristotle / brand new, full-throttle / touch me while your bros play grand theft auto / it's true, swear, scouts honor / tou knew what you wanted and boy, you got her / brand new, full-throttle / you already know, babe. stella fell first ... felix langdon fell harder. and they like each other so much ... if you squint, it gets a little co-dependent.

WANTED: please note that these are all gender neutral plots unless otherwise specified, and can fit and be adapted to any muse within the group if you're interested in certain aspects, but not the whole !

would love general friends, classmates, enemies, frenemies, exes, hookups, etc.

click here for a pinterest list of wanted connections.

if you're interested in plotting, please like this post and/or slide into my dms ! comment a 🩷 if you'd prefer to just assume connections ( though if you have a mumu i will need a heads up who you wanna do it for ).

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ROSÉ DAZED KOREA 2024

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Richard Aldington, The Faun Captive

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Denise Richards as Kelly Van Ryan in WILD THINGS (1998) dir. John McNaughton

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ROSÉ DAZED KOREA 2024