#legacey

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anything you say stays between us. scott + stiles? maybe i could try writing scott again who knows

Stiles tilted his head, crossing his arms like he was about to deliver a TED Talk on Why Sharing Your Feelings Is a Terrible Idea. “ Anything I say, huh? Wow, that’s a dangerous promise to make, my friend. I could unload a lot of weird stuff right now. Like, a lot. You ever think about why ketchup bottles always get crusty at the top? Or why there’s no Blue Raspberry in fruit snacks anymore? That one keeps me up at night. ”

He waved a hand, as if clearing the nonsense from the air. “ But, okay, fine, serious stuff. Sure. You know me, Scott, I am just brimming with deep, emotional revelations. I’m basically a vault of vulnerability. Except, uh, the vault is broken & the combination got lost somewhere in the mess that is my brain. ”

His fingers fidgeted with the drawstrings of his hoodie as he paced a small circle. “ Here’s the thing, though. It’s not that I don’t want to share stuff. I do. Like, in theory, it’s a great idea. Cathartic. But, man, what if I say something that makes this weird? Like . . . weird weird? You know, the kind of thing where you’ll look at me like I just told you I’m afraid of butterflies or something. Which I’m not, by the way. Unless they’re really big butterflies. Those are freaky. ”

He stopped pacing & ran a hand through his hair, his tone shifting into something between self-deprecating & honest. “ It’s just . . . once I say it, it’s out there. Like, permanently out there. No take-backs, no ‘just kidding.’ That’s a lot of pressure, dude & you know, I’m not exactly the poster child for dealing with pressure in a chill & composed way. ”

He shrugged, offering a crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “ So, yeah. Maybe I’ll just, uh . . . marinate on it for a bit. You know, let my brain stew in its own overthinking juices. That’s healthy, right? Definitely not something that’ll backfire spectacularly later. ”

He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets & rocked back on his heels, a nervous energy still buzzing beneath the surface. “ But hey, if I do decide to spill the beans, you’ll be the first to know. Probably. Maybe. Okay, second, because I might tell Roscoe first. ”

[literare-at-ayarn]

for @legacey, gerard gibson. 🍁🍂

it was in the air, it has been for a few days now. hanging a little heavier above them and claire gibbs, she think this is her favorite time of the year right now. ( if you ask her, she could probably not truly pick. there is something to love about all seasons. ) sure, it's dark early and it's colder. but her mom would always light the fire, there would be candles all around the livingroom, and lights. all the lights, both inside and outside. and it felt so cozy, curling up with a cup of hot chocolate, where small marshmallows were bobbing inside. plus, she loved the pink fuzzy socks she would wear aswell. gerard had fallen asleep in her bed, and after sneaking off to use to the bathroom, that's when she had seen it. little time to be cautious in waking him, jumping onto the bed and hands shake him awake. " gerard ! " there is unfiltered glee in her voice as a bright smile take form upon features. " it's snowing. right now ! "

[enchaentd]

permanent new bloggie starter call, always accepting!  ˎˊ˗             featuring;  @legacey ♡

        she follows the rabbits.   they promise a magical garden,   golden,   the enchantment so potent you can taste it.   she giggles,   but humors them.   giddy and eager,   but hungry are her little rabbit friends.   it’s alright.   she promises them treats from her own garden,   and hopes they won’t take from the special one.   she would love to make them more promises.   they won’t hurt you,   they want to share just like me.   but they’ll have to see first.   

        the home isn’t the important thing.   the garden is so much more lovely.   allie gets lost immediately,   and hardly remembers to be a girl at all.   she falls into the flowers,   chirping to them about their lovely petals and strong,   healthy stems,   singing songs of praise.   they tell her stories in exchange,   only barely gossip,   and allie giggles right along.   sleepy lavender chimes in.   they’re all so wonderful at distracting her,   completely immersing her attention,   she forgets to listen at all to any outside noise.   allie looks up to find a fae as elegant and lovely as her garden,   like a magnolia.   and she knows it’s hers,   because she can feel her everywhere.   “ you’re so beautiful. ”

[warnes]

eyes are half closed when figure rolls from abdomen to back and the word 𝕚 𝕘 𝕟 𝕚 𝕥 𝕖 etched betwixt shoulder blades is now hidden beneath sheets and pillows, replaced by a quote : 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. arm outstretches aside towards female silhouette when he allows late morning light to hit green of eyes and the smile that paints godlike features when her face reaches his vision forces dimples across cheeks. ❛ good morning, love. ❜ voice is tender, barely a whisper when words hit the air and hand searches for her own, digits intertwined and in this moment, even if only for a few minutes, yesterday's tragedy is forgotten. an exhale that falls from lungs speaks of exhaustion, perhaps both, mental and physical, regardless how late it is and how many hours he has slept, probably for the first time in years that he hasn't woken up by five thirty. but it can wait. the world can wait, responsibilities can wait and nothing is more important than spending another few minutes like this, close to her. ❛ i want to stay like this forever. ❜

( ⸺ JULIETTE FERRARS.

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"Stop talking" caroline + stiles

Stiles was in full-on ramble mode, the words spilling out of him so fast that even he could barely keep up. He was pacing in front of Caroline, his hands flailing as he tried to explain the latest mess in Beacon Hills, a perfect storm of supernatural chaos that was absolutely impossible to describe in a way that made sense.

“ …and then there was the part where Scott was like, ‘Stiles, just stay out of it,’ & I’m like, ‘Yeah, sure, Scott,’ but then— no, wait, before that, did you hear about the thing with Theo & the Chimera & the whole mind control thing? Yeah, well, turns out— ” He didn’t even realize he was talking louder, his thoughts bouncing off one another like pinballs. His mouth didn’t stop & his mind didn’t even have the chance to catch up. “ …and then of course I had to— ”

He was cut off mid-sentence, not by a sarcastic remark or a rebuttal, but by something much more effective. Caroline’s hand shot up, gripping his shirt collar, & before Stiles could say another word, her lips were pressed firmly against his.

The shock of it hit him first. His entire body froze, his mind scrambling to make sense of what just happened. He didn’t know what to do. His thoughts had ground to a halt as his senses swam in the heat of the kiss. His hands hovered uselessly by his sides, unsure whether to reach for her or pull away. All of the words he’d been dying to say . . . gone. Just gone.

Time seemed to stretch out. It wasn’t like one of those impulsive, reckless kisses where things happened too fast for anyone to process. This was different. It was controlled, decisive. The kind of kiss that made everything else fall away, even his own incessant need to talk. When it ended, his breath hitched as if he’d been holding it the entire time. His mind slowly began to reboot, the noise of his overactive brain coming back online, but for once, he couldn’t seem to figure out what to say.

He blinked, the silence between them suddenly feeling a lot more significant than it had before. He wanted to say something clever, something to make her laugh or at least make her stop looking at him like she had just set off some kind of bomb. But for the first time in a long time, Stiles didn’t have a single thing to add. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but nothing came out. He just stared at her, a stunned, wide-eyed look on his face. “ Well, ” he finally managed, voice a little rough, “ I guess that’s one way to get me to shut up. ”

[literare-at-ayarn]

@legacey, alec dempsey : [ nuzzle ] sender nuzzles into receiver's cheek with their nose.

thought she needed it. the parties. the people. the crowd. the music and the alcohol. thought she might have missed it more, because it had always been part of her life, ever since she was old enough. ( hell, even before that, if she is honest. her mom's place had no lack of parties happening when she grew up, people, mainly men coming and going at odd hours. ) but they're here now, at a party trown at one of the tommen boys' house, and they had gone because aoife and joey would be here. a night out, without kids hanging off their arms. and she had enjoyed it, for a time. talking to her best friend, dancing with alec to some slow song that ended in a rather heated makeout session. but all of that, it wasn't a need for a party. not really. now she is sitting on the kitchen counter, the music a little muffled in the background and he stand between her thighs, nose nuzzling against her cheek. her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, softly humming the tones along to the music, eyes closed and completly relaxed against him. " can we go home ? " low mumble after a little while, as fingers gingerly thread through his hair.

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for @legacey, kimberly reed. starter call 👻🕸

never thought he'd go outside in an all green outfit, but kim looked at him a certain way and that's really all the convincing he had needed to do it. costume in place before he walk across the street to get the two of them for the halloween party. taking kir to some party for kids in his class, before the two of them would go to ronan's party. ringing the doorbell before letting himself in, they knew he was coming anyways. a smile forming, hearing the footsteps thundering down the stairs and there's a low chuckle, seeing the little captain hook coming towards him. " ah, you look so cool, " squatting down infront of him as the young boy start showing off, before gaze is dragged up towards kim when she come down the stairs. and he really do swear, his heart stop beating for a second. clearing his throat before slowly standing, eyes slowly drift across her, taking all of her in. " you look beautiful, green. "

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for @legacey, aiden king. starter call 👻🕸

bright blues slowly drift across him, biting into bottom lip for a moment. not to toot her own horn, but the hair shimmering a little green in certain lights, the makeup, the suit, it all came out far better than she thought it would. her own hair dipped in red and blue, and while she had been tempted to use the t - shirt and shorts from the first movie, there was considering that guys look. and she'd actually wanted to stay at the party for longer than two seconds before aiden decided to punch someone for sneaking a glance. so, she opted for the red dress instead. ripped it to just above her knees and tied up over her shoulders, the supposed joker necklace instead being an A and makeup perfectly smudged. " mmmm, i think we're all set to go. " ronan had been talking about this party for weeks already and for once she is actually looking forward to it. perhaps more so for the costumes, but still.