came in like the breeze

[stella-white]

GHOSTFACE 📲 STELLA

UNKNOWN #: I thought you were the only one Shawn's supposed to be kissing

STELLA: I am the only one Shawn's kissing.

[stella-white]

darienxtuckerx:

“Well, that depends. There’s not, like, rat poison in it, is there?” Glancing up from his phone, Darien made a bit of a wry face. But his tone seemed light enough, and his eyes glinted at his own joke. The morbid humor was perhaps some sort of defense mechanism, and he took the shot glass into his hand all the same. “Should we toast to something? I don’t really know what.” Despite suggesting it, he didn’t wait for it and, without warning, took the drink on his own. When it went down hard, he took a moment to collect himself, sighing deeply. “To bad habits, I guess.” 

“Nope, there’s no rat poison in there,” Stella shook her head, smiling down as she wiped an already clean bar. “But I have some in the back if you want a little bit.” She could sense that her attempt at a joke failed and she raised her hand to scratch a nonexistent itch on her forehead. Anything to hide her face as her cheeks flushed. The blonde watched as the man at the bar took the shot without giving her a warning. She quickly followed suit. She gripped the edge of the bar,her nose scrunching at the taste of the alcohol. “To not being dead too, I guess.”

[stella-white]

omgshawnmontgomery:

He relished just feeling her in his arms for the few short moments that she was, turning his face in and inhaling, not realizing he was actually seeking some comfort from the woman himself. Shawn wasn’t an impenetrable fortress here; he was scared about what was going on but he couldn’t actually say that… When she backed out of his arms a bit so she might look at him, the man found himself shaking his head when she stumbled through her words. “That ain’t why I’m askin’,” he assured her quietly, gently brushing her blonde hair back from her face, almost like a caress. “I been thinkin’ ‘bout it for a while now.. Jus’ couldn’t think of the right time to ask..” Boy was he sure glad he hadn’t just popped the question, because he had the sinking feeling that she would have been spooked no better than a horse, and bolted from the truck or something. Definitely wouldn’t have said yes, though. “Ya brothers are grown men, Stella.. They don’t need ya for everythin’.. N’ if they do, well it’s high time they grow the hell up ‘cause that ain’t fair on ya to have to do all the things..” He was just saying how he felt, unsure if that would upset her or not. But he hated that this could actually hinge on whether her brothers, of all people, could get on without her. “It ain’t like ya goin’ to Siberia anyway… We jus’ a few minutes away still.” He rubbed her shoulders gently, his gaze intent, waiting for a decision and when it came, his lips pulled into a small grin. That was the cutest thing he’d heard from her in a long time, honestly. Give her space in the closet, ha. “I want to if you do,” the man stressed, before adding, “n’ I dunno ‘bout the closet.. We may need to contract this out a lil’ bit.” Of course he was kidding. 

Stella ignored Shawn’s comment about her brothers relying on her too much. If it was any other night, she would have let his words start an argument. But after the everything that happened earlier in the evening, the blonde had no energy left to do so. She needed to take care of them just as much, if not more, than they needed her. Instead of arguing, Stella leaned into his touch and wrapped her arms around him, pressing the side of her face against his chest once more. “You live so far from town it’s basically like living Siberia.” Her voice was slightly muffled from his shirt. Of course the distance from town was appealing. Her childhood consisted of living in near the center of town. Almost anyone was able to see her family, which she did not mind until her mother’s car accident and then her father’s murder several months later. The distance served as an escape from the day-to-day, small town drama and the eyes that were filled with judgement and false concerns. “Oh shut up,” Lifting her head, she narrowed her eyes playfully. Part of her felt guilty for enjoying herself. It felt wrong to plan her future with her boyfriend so soon after seeing the police chief’s lifeless body. The other half of her believed that she deserved the small moment of happiness that night. Instead of doing something that would ruin the moment, Stella returned her head to its place nestled in Shawn’s chest. 

[stella-white]

GHOSTFACE 📲 STELLA

UNKNOWN #: Trouble in paradise?

STELLA: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[stella-white]

1. the place she spends too much time 2. the love of her life 3. the brothers 4. escape from reality 5. @omgshawnmontgomery 6. living with a man 7. yogi 8. a treat for herself 9. unashamedly eating fast food in the car

[stella-white]

livia-myers:

“I’m not gonna say no to a free drink” Liv added on, a bit of a smirk lingering on her face. She felt like she might know the girl but couldn’t quite place it. It had been a while since she was in town, after all. With a quick motion, the shot was gone, alcohol burning her throat the way it always did but she didn’t react “Not bad. I’ll have another go- do I know you, by the way. Your face is hella familiar”

“Only an idiot would say no to a free drink.” She took back the shoot in one sip, smiling at her work. “I can get you another, but you gotta pay this time. My boss will murder me if I give out anymore free drinks.” Stella studied the woman’s face, sure that she had no idea who the woman was. She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a small town. I'm one of the few bartenders at the only bar. You’ve probably just seen me out and about.”

[stella-white]

hxrveysm:

      Harvey had been completely in his own world when she put the two glasses down in front of him. He glanced up and offered her a bright smile. “Yes, please. After the past couple of weeks I think a shot is well deserved.” He hadn’t stepped foot into this bar or any other bar in town back when he used to live in Deercreek, before being incarnated. Back then he had been too young to be allowed into the bar, not that it stopped him from trying every Friday night. So being in here and being offered a drink seemed like some weird kind of achievement.

Stella snorted out a laugh, “I think everyone around here deserves a shot after what’s been going on.” The night of Chief Dolittle’s murder had been the start of it all. While she chose to ignore the ominous texts she had received from an anonymous source, she still found them disturbing. She took a step to the side, “Pick your poison.”

[stella-white]

livia-myers:

“On the house?” Liv tapped her fingers against the glass of beer she was tapping on. She pushed the glass to the side, bobbing her head in a quick nod. While she had been trying her best to avoid acting like a reckless drunk she couldn’t say no to “What are we drinking?”

“Yep,” Stella responded quickly, “Something very good.” Turning around, she reached for a mixing glass and several ingredients for her concoction. Once combining the ingredients, she poured the two shots into the glasses in front of her. She pushed one glass toward the younger woman and lifted her own, “Cheers.”

[stella-white]

penelopehowell:

“I wouldn’t say no to a shot.” Penny smiled, simply needing a drink. It’s been a stressful week, so to speak. 

“Good. You like whiskey?” Stella’s hand scanned across the bar’s assortment of liquor bottles for the one she had in mind. Once finding it, she returned to the blonde and poured two shots.

[stella-white]

omgshawnmontgomery:

As Stella began to babble on about fixing the place up with a nice coat of coloring, Shawn’s initial thought was along the line of – you don’t even live here. It was a purely male response, the kind where the idea she was taking over everything in his life and leaving him without that ‘man space’ they all required in order not to lose their damn minds. That bit of panic rose and fell within him relatively quickly as his eyes settled on her lips while she talked on and on. And as he stared, ruminating in his own silence, the man suddenly realized this was one of those little things about a person that you picked up on when you were paying close attention and subconsciously detailing them. She was babbling about this inconsequential thing, something so mundane and unimportant in that moment, it registered that this was how Stella was wired – she rambled to keep ahead of the tidal wave of emotions that otherwise would spill and overwhelm her. Either that, or cover the fact that she couldn’t comprehend heads or tails of the situation, and she was grasping at a sense of normalcy to ignore the duty of sifting through and facing ugly music. It was one or the other, maybe even a mixture of both, and Shawn experienced a random vision of him bringing this up in front of a small crowd of people, as he prattled on with his vows, something specifically put in there to prove to this woman that he knew all the little things about her too. Shawn’s arms came out to encircle her waist and drag the small blonde across the short distance until her front was snugly nestled against his, and his lips pressed to her forehead lightly. After this, his arms wrapped around her, tighter, and he buried his face at the side of her head, somewhat inhaling the pretty scent of that blonde hair. “Move in with me..” it was said like a request rather than a demand. “Tonight – this weekend… Next month. I just, I think ya should, we should..” It wasn’t the proposal he had originally imagined earlier this week, but it was more than leaving them the way they were, as they had always been. “Move in n’ ya can paint the damn thing rainbow for all I care.” He squeezed her.

Stella melted into Shawn’s arms. For the first time that night, she felt at ease. Like she could breathe regularly again. She stood there for a moment and focused on the breaths she was taking, the heat of summer swirling around them. His request didn’t register immediately. Once it did, she tried her best not to tense up in his arms. It was a big step in their relationship that Stella did not know if she was ready to take. Two years should have been ample time to prepare her for that question. She spent plenty of time thinking about her life with Shawn. When the question did come, she was taken aback. “Move in... with... you,” Her voice raised at the end, as if she was asking him a question. She pulled back from her boyfriend, just enough to look at her boyfriend and meet his eyes. She hadn’t realized what she had really been saying. Hoping that she didn’t lead him to believe that she wanted him to ask her to move in, her lids widened. “Oh god, Shawn, I didn’t... I didn’t mean...”  Stella shook her head furiously, “The painting... That wasn’t me implying that I wanted to live with you. I mean, what about my brothers? They would not survive if I left them on their own.” She was certain that her two brothers would live off of peanut butter sandwiches and canned, generic brand chicken noodle soup if she moved out. On the off chance that she didn’t have enough time to make dinner between her shifts at Shooters, the two of them usually came into the bar to grab something to eat. They were not exactly self sufficient. On the other hand, they were grown men. Old enough to learn how to take care of themselves. Maybe she had spent too many years mothering them. She gnawed at her bottom lip. “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, if you really want to,” she peered up at him and then her eyes drifted to the house beside them, “As long as I can remodel a little bit. And you have to give me enough space in the closet.” 

[stella-white]

As the Shooters Friday evening rush came to a lull, Stella approached the patron occupying a seat at the bar. She laid out two shot glasses in front of them. Normally she didn’t drink while working behind the bar, but there was nothing else to be done at that moment. The cups had been cleaned, the shelves restocked, and the floors swept. What else was there to do to pass the time? Drinking before the crowd picked up again would only make her friendlier. “Care for a shot?” 

[stella-white]

omgshawnmontgomery:

Soon enough, they were several miles out and Shawn slowed down to turn onto the dirt road that would bring them up to the one-story ranch house. It wasn’t that nice of a place – a little bit old, a little bit run-down, and seemingly in constant need of repairs. Just like his truck, and just like Shawn himself maybe. But it was all his, and it came with a good plot of land with some decent stables. People really wanted the land, though. It was prime real estate property that could be built up to expand the small town of Deercreek, despite the majority of them being resistant to that idea. Why, one guy had even given him an offer of almost 2 million for it and Shawn refused. There wasn’t much he had in life, so he was holding onto it as long as he could. Stella speaking up finally brought him out of this reverie, glancing her way as she gently shook the flask in his direction. The man reached out for it, and drank what was left inside for several reasons. Main one being it meant Stella wasn’t drinking it and another being that it might help keep his head on straight. He passed it back to her and brought the truck to a stop, the engine idling a moment before it finally shut off. “Are you okay?” Shawn looked over to her with an uncertain stance, clearly having no real idea what he should say in a time like this. Because he knew she wasn’t okay. It’d been a while since anyone needed him to comfort them.

Stella held onto the hope that the nightmare happening in town would soon be over. It had to be. Eventually they would find the maniac that was disturbing the town and everything would settle down. Either that or she would become the creep’s next victim. All the thoughts inside her head cleared once Shawn’s question registered. She shrugged a single shoulder, avoiding his eyes. Her eyes flitted between his shirt and the short locks of his blond hair. Anything but his eyes. If he were anyone else, she would have lied and nodded with a brief confirmation that many of her loved ones had already died, so one more did not affect her too much. The truth was that she was still in the process of determining how she was feeling. Physically she felt fine. But her brain felt fuzzy. She felt as if her insides were coated gray. With a pause and a tight lip smile, Stella nodded her head several times, “I don't really know, but I’ll be fine.” She hardly convinced herself that her words were true. “Are you?” Her voice raised. Instead of paying attention to him, she chose to hone in on the paint job on the exterior of her boyfriend’s ranch. Perhaps she should offer to help him re-paint. That place needed an upgrade and she loved taking on new projects. Anything that would take her mind off of what was happening in reality. “We should really think about painting. Imagine if we did gray paint with white trim. Or any color paint, really. Maybe brick? I’m not entirely sure. But doing something would give the house something it really needs. We should go into town tomorrow and get siding samples from the hardware store.” She rambled, the plans for her project spilled from her mouth unfiltered.

[jakegyllenhaal]

[rpmusings-galore]

                                                in all these years 

                                       your arms are the only place

                                  that have ever felt like a   [ h o m e ] 

[stella-white]

omgshawnmontgomery:

Mostly, the man kept his eyes averted from Stella and the emotions evident across her features which she did an awful job of hiding. He wasn’t so sure how to handle them or what to say, aware his role here was to comfort her somehow and yet every idea he mentally put forth didn’t seem like something he should do at all. Sometimes there just wasn’t anything you could do but pretend for their sake that you weren’t aware of their momentary vulnerability and yes, it sucked. “If that’s what ya want,” he deferred to her judgment and preference in this moment, because hers mattered more than his own. Shawn would rather have her with him than anywhere else at a time like this, anyway. He could keep an eye on her, make sure no psycho freak got to the pint-sized blonde… If anything like that happened, Shawn might actually just lose his damn mind. At his truck – the same weathered and beaten down truck he’s had since he was sixteen years old and got his license – he opened the passenger side door and saw her safely in, before moving to climb behind the wheel. As was usual, it took several tries before the engine finally kicked over and rumbled to life, reminding him yet again he really ought to look into a replacement some day. That thought seemed so odd and out of place just then, considering the night’s events. He shifted into gear and pulled them onto the road, following a stream of cars that were also on their way out of there as quick as possible, perhaps more frantic than himself. Shawn felt mostly disconnected and numb for now, not quite taking in the fact they all just witnessed a murder and yet conscious that he needed Stella to be okay and as far away from there as possible. Luckily, his ranch was at the far edge of town and split off from the main road by at least two miles. There wasn’t a more remote place to be than that, which he suspected was what his girlfriend was counting on right then. The drive thus far was quiet, though, despite Shawn occasionally parting his lips in anticipation of saying something – anything – before closing them promptly after. 

The few moments of silence while riding in Shawn’s truck gave Stella the chance to collect herself. She appreciated that her boyfriend did not try to console her as she pathetically hid her tears from him. There was only one thing more uncomfortable than crying in public and that was being comforted while she cried. Once she pulled herself out of her own head, she glanced over, looking at Shawn. Her hand gently peeled one of his off of the steering wheel and into her lap. She traced along his fingers with both of her hands as they rode in a comfortable silence back to his house. The number of cars on the rode lessened with each minute. That was one of the aspects of his ranch that she enjoyed the most. It was secluded. No one bothered them. The thought of Shawn’s small ranch in the distance made her smile. She would have asked to move in if it weren’t for her two brothers. After all, they were the only family that she had left. At the young age of seven, her mother was involved in a fatal hit and run accident. Just a few months after that, her father’s body was found in The Dive, draped along a pool table. Her maternal grandparents took her and her two brothers in, both of them too young to understand what was going on in their lives. Both of her grandparents passed away just over two years ago. She knew the thought was morbid, but she wondered which people around her would be the next to die.  At that moment, Stella remembered the flash that she tucked away into her handbag earlier that evening, before the events of the night unfolded. Smirking, she let go of Shawn’s hand and reached into her bag to pull out the steel container. She shook it around a few times. There was only a small amount left, but it was enough. She looked to her boyfriend, trying to lighten the mood, “The rest of this has your name written all over it.”

[stella-white]

omggrahamsimmons:

“Real nice, way to be a bitch about it,” Graham grumbled and eye-rolled at her disgust of him and the horrible cold. He proceeded to cough in her general direction, just to screw with her. “Oops.” 

Stella shot him a glare and shook her head, “Not a bitch, just a germaphobe.”  She watched as he intentionally coughed in her direction. She gasped dramatically. “That was totally disgusting and completely uncalled for.” 

[stella-white]

warrenkavinsky:

Warren instinctively rolled his eyes, shaking his head. How naive could she be? “Well that’s exactly my point. There’s a murderer on the run in this town somewhere. Don’t you think as a grown ass adult you should be of a sober mind? Maybe it’s you who should get your priorities in check. But what do I know?”

“And that’s exactly my point,” Stella repeated his words, “There a murderer loose and instead of trying to find the creep, you’re here reprimanding me.” She almost stomped a foot down out of frustration. Her fingers drummed along the edge of her flask and she looked up at the detective. “You focus on finding this murderer and I’ll focus on my drinking habits, deal?”