WAR OF HEARTS @stellasmoretti - Tumblr Blog

BASICS.

full name: stella karynn moretti

nickname(s): stels, ella

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

birthdate: april 17th, 1990

occupation: waitress at lucky 32 dinner and mystic dragon nightclub

sexual orientation: pansexual

#wrp.task #→ ✕ muse.

❝ I am my father’s image: a stubborn will to survive; skin-deep beauty too thin to hide the ugliness buried inside.

I am my mother’s epitaph: a rage ready to ignite; this warped resilience the only poison keeping me alive. ❞

#wrp.inspo #→ ✕ muse.#→ ✕ cosmic queue.

seldrew

Tyler, The Creator on Selena Gomez

#nsfw #ish? idk #→ ✕ muse.#also this is stella @ everybody #nobody likes her but she'd still bang them all

closed starter for my baby @sullivanabernathy

‘‘Abernathy, you have exactly ten seconds to get your cute butt out of the shower before I barge in and make a mess!” Stella warned through the door before letting herself crash on Sullivan’s bed. She had used the spare key that was under the mat and had let herself in, just like every time the pair was to meet. She hadn’t come empty-handed, of course, and the smell of the pizza that was sitting on Sullivan’s counter only made Stella more hungry than she already was. Quickly getting up again, she walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the pizza carton before making her way inside the bathroom. She sat on the ground, leaning against one of the walls and grabbed a slice of pizza, now pretty satisfied of herself. ‘’Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Sully. I’m too hungry for this shit,’’ she explained, a satisfied smile on her lips. ‘’Now, quick, before I finish it all.’’

#→ ✕ interaction.#( ft. sullivan abernathy. )#trash sisters are trash

closed starter for my baby @violamadison

Stella was more than ready to punch out for the night after working another endless twelve hours at the club. It wasn’t so much the working part as it was the fact that she was coming back from a six hour shift at the diner and having work back to back for the past three days was starting to really take a toll on the brunette. Which is why when her boss asked her to stay longer that night, Stella was almost temped to fill his drink with arsenic and quit right then and there. Fortunately for Mr. Boss Man, she needed to keep a roof over her head and quitting sadly wouldn’t pay the bills. Instead, she went back behind the bar and prayed to God no bachelor party or 21rst birthday celebrations would show up that night.

She walked to the far end of the bar and got busy cleaning the glasses before she looked up and noticed someone was sitting right in front of her. ‘’Can I get you something, bella?’’ she asked, her voice now as sweet as honey as a bright smile placed itself on her lips.

#→ ✕ interaction.#( ft. viola madison. )#i'm more than ready ok

— ABERNATHY.

Chocolatey curls framing an oval shaped face strums a string of recognition upon the settling of verdant hues upon Stella. Both were well aware of each other, having sized the other up per se — and still, Esmée couldn’t have honestly admitted to having expected the brunette to approach her, albeit boldness was a default component, therefore astonishment ceased to exist considering that department. Dainty of a fingertip circling about the edge of the shot’s glass, catlike irises pierce into the Moretti woman as she allows silence to hang within the air between them. Neither shared a dynamic, nor did either have much to say about each other. Such circumstances were bound to change, however.

“No, thanks,” Esmée declines haughtily, though remains turned in Stella’s direction restlessly. “Besides, I’m looking to get wasted, sweetness, not to become a weightless carcass turned up in the middle of some alley.” Priorities — at least she possessed those.

The other was too pretty for Stella to get mad at and she simply shrugged in response, grabbing her purse and finishing off her glass. She was in that perfect place between sober and tipsy and it gave her just enough pep for her next move — nothing the brunette couldn’t do without the help of alcohol anyways.

‘‘So, you’re coming?” she asked, jumping on her feet as she stood right by Esmée’s stool. To go party with a cop, an idea she’d have laughed at only a week ago but that had been before she’d met the girl. Now, she was more than ready to show Esmée how it was done at the Morettis and for that, she’d take her to the best club in town and fulfill her dire need of being wasted.

#( ft. esmee abernathy. )#→ ✕ interaction.

— MORETTI.

There wasn’t a chance in hell she was letting this opportunity to gossip about another family slip, no matter how disrespectful it might be. They’d spent years of having to deal with their names being thrown around, their reputations tarnished with everything their families had endured. This was a prime opportunity. Plus, the wine coursing through her veins only coerced her further into being a little more sloppy, and subsequently less considerate. Plus, it was her sister. Damn straight they were gonna talk shit. “As if. The whole town’s buzzing about it right now.. or maybe that’s just me. Anyway,” she starts, eyes lighting up excitedly. “Wait—you really haven’t heard about the Hawthorne girl?”

When a tragedy hits a town that hard, you expect everyone to share this common grief and only speak well of the dead. For example, no one in town would dare have the little sparkle Isla had in her eyes as they talked about the latest news but as a Moretti, Stella could only share her sister’s resentment. For year, they’d been the subject of all the trash talk the town could think of and for once, someone else was to take their place and it was an opportunity the Moretti women were sure to take.

A warm smile drew itself on the lips of the brunette as she watched her sister speak so enthusiastically of the drama she’d heard of and Stella was almost tempted to let out a small laugh, seeing how excited the news had gotten Isla. ‘’Of course I heard, pazza,” she rolled her eyes, gesturing to the bartender for another round. ‘’And to think one of our own was friends with her. Like, can you imagine our own little sister, coming home one day to tell us she’s knocked up? I think you’d have a heart attack,’’ she chuckled, trying to imagine her older sister reacting to such news.

#pazza = crazy #canon that they insult each other in italian #canon canon canon hehe #( ft. isla moretti. )#→ ✕ interaction.

— MONROE.

With the sudden voice causing his moment of simplicity to come to an end, he couldn’t stop the urge in gripping the end of the bar just a bit tighter in trying to calm himself. Since his time away, it had become quite more evident that he was having a difficult time in controlling his anger. No, Raleigh hasn’t lashed out at anyone yet nor said anything hurtful. The only marks of his rage were when his nails dug so deep into his palm it left little indents and sometimes just a hint of blood.

A rage that never seemed to settle unless he was able to drown out everything with the few drinks he had before this one he continued to drink from as Stella continued on her remarks about him. He already knew how this looked (how he looked) and yet, her words had rubbed him as smoothly as sandpaper. “Shouldn’t you go be sucking Chad’s dick or something? Oh no, is that why you’re being such a sour puss? Did he finally call it off?” Truthfully, Raleigh had never learned of the name of the man she used to see. Was he a bad gang member? Yeah, probably. Did he really care? Not right now. He never really liked the men Stella loved to flaunt all in his face no matter who it was.

The smirk that had been dancing on the brunette’s lips immediately disappeared at Raleigh’s reply, instantly making her blood boil in her veins. Her eyes dropped to his to his tight fists, his knuckles white from anger and a part of Stella wondered how they could have been so similar yet hate each other the way they did. Truth was, both of them knew they didn’t truly hate each other but admitting to the tension would be causing drama neither of them needed in their lives and so for years, the two were known nemesis and they’d managed just fine. Until now.

‘‘It’s funny how you still don’t know his name yet I know for a fact if he showed up right now, you’d be ready to beat him up. Says a lot about you, doesn’t it?” she pointed out, trying to sound as detached as possible, not wanting the man to know how his words had affected her. The animosity between her ex-boyfriend and Raleigh had been a mystery to this day, probably an old grudge neither wanted to let go of and for a wild second, Stella wondered if maybe Raleigh didn’t hate Nick for the same reason she’d hated Alexis only mere month ago. Because of their relationship.

‘‘I broke up with Nick weeks ago but I’m pretty sure that’s not news to you, right? Not that it’s any of your business anyway,’‘ Stella added before downing the drink she’d just ordered. “Baby daddy, huh? I wouldn’t have pegged you for the cliche type, really,’’ the tactless remark leaving her mouth too quick for her to catch up on her words. It was cruel, crude and uncalled for but that was the effect Raleigh tended to have on her and she wasn’t about to apologize for that.