#toldtheory

[laidbear]

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   |   𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   +   𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐘 𝐎. 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒

@toldtheory

[laidbear]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐍𝐎   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍   ♡   @toldtheory

the   rhythmic      𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜   𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵      𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜   𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵      𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜   𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵       of   silly   putty   hitting   the   wall   was   starting   to   get   tiresome                              even   to   bear   ,   who   happened   to   be   the   one   causing   the   noise   to   begin   with   .          with   little   else   to   do   he   had   claimed   his   spot   on   lacey’s   bed   ,   laying   as      𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥   𝐚𝐬   𝐚   𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞      until   he   remember   that   red   egg   of   gas   staion   bought   goop   he’d   hidden   away   in   his   pocket   .          it   was   fun   for   a   while   ,   but   it   wouldn’t      (     &      𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩    )          hold   his   attention   for   long   .          

there   was   a   loud      𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏      as   egg   clicked   back   together   ,   sticky   substance   safely   back   inside   ,   save   for   the      s m a l l      clump   that   had   gotten   stuck   in   bear’s   hair   .          though   there   wasn’t      𝘮 𝘶 𝘤 𝘩      in   the   way   of   movement   ,   bear      𝐃𝐈𝐃      turn   his   head   ,   addressing   lacey   after   a   quick   sigh   .          ❛      let   me      𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠      you   .      ❜

[laidbear]

(   LACEY   REYNOLDS   /   UNSOLICITED   AESTHETIC   )

@toldtheory

[laidbear]

SC / ♥

❛   what   about   THAT   one   ?   what’s   their   deal   ?   ❜   feet   scuffing   through   the   roadside   gravel   ,   sliding   every   now   &   then   just   for   the   FUN   of   it   .   the   two   walked   through   the   suburbs   ,   bear   an   ever   flowing   fountain   of   questions   .   who   ?   what   ?   when   ?   new   places   were   exciting   ,   &   he   wanted   to   KNOW   E V E R Y T H I N G   .       

@toldtheory​

“ And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain    a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty separate worlds. ”

[laidbear]

CONT.                @toldtheory

         “of course i would. wouldn’t life be boring without me? i think ghost me would be the next best thing.” a little jest, a nudge to shoulder. “why do you ask?” it’s a troubling topic, though death never really seemed to frighten you. you knew it all to well.

in truth, ghost lacey would probably suck                she was already   a lot   ( not that bear was complaining )   and taking away the few   forced   boundaries   she had to abide by in life would surely only   amplify   every aspect of an already   exuberant   personality. still, too much lacey was better than no lacey at all. ❛  i was just wondering. thinking about....i’dunno, ghosts i guess ?   i wasn’t really paying attention to what i was thinking about, sometimes words just   happen in my mouth   and then it’s like   what   ?   ❜

[laidbear]

@toldtheory​  /  continued from an old ask-meme thing .

her closest friend and crush - though she’d never admit it. perhaps it was the alcohol talking, the new found sense of courage that let mind control body. let it give way to new experience with perhaps awkward conversations after the fact. it’s quiet in the closet, the only sound is the chatter of people outside. hands reach down, grasping the seam of his shirt and slowly lifting it upwards, struggling slightly to get his arms and head through before tossing the garment down to the floor below them. she refuses to make eye contact, refuses to acknowledge the deed in which she was committing.  she crouches down, settling right near his belly button, cool lips finding warm skin and trailing kisses upwards. she moved with precision, making her way up his neck and jaw.

her eyes meet his now, a deep inhale leads to rise of chest and fall as she inhales. slowly moving closer, lips press against his in a gentle kiss as cool hands come to lay on his chest.

gaze falls to the floor, parting away from his lips.       “i just - i’m sorry.”

the teenage experience , volume 1   ;   a well practiced body camouflaged amongst raging hormones, the thrill of watching   hesitant first touches   through the bitter lens of one who’d never been given quite the same opportunities. a year or two, three at the most, separated the boy from those around him            and although he was the one sporting a mere sixteen years, it was from a mountain of knowledge that he watched them, youthful eyes rolling as they gazed upon clueless hands fumbling in dark corners, kisses with too much tongue sure to scar those involved for years to come.

fingers laced upon arrival, the invitation hadn’t been extended to bear, but rather to the mouthy blonde he’d grown so attached to. the plan was for a short night, he was sure, but it would be fun nonetheless, she promised            and who was he to turn down the opportunity to   network   ?

with a red cup in hand bear hadn’t a single question to ask or objection to utter as lacey pulled him into the closet, the assumption automatically made that his name must have come up during some game where   bottle spinning   was involved, or   seven minutes   were required. in bear’s mind, they were set to spend a few minutes in close contact sharing his drink and giggling about strange things found in pockets that weren’t theirs, all so lacey could reappear without being called a prude            but as the door closed and silence settled, the feeling of dainty hands tugging at fabric proved him wrong, a small   (   and slightly uncomfortable   )   smile pulling at the corner of   STELLAR    STRAWBERRY   flavored lips. never one to disrupt a good time, bear made nary a sound of pleasure nor objection until lips parted and her apology was uttered, a puff of air blown upwards to remove a curl from the center of his forehead the first sound to leave his body since entering the small space.

reaching up to set his   stupid plastic cup   on the closet shelf, newly freed hands allowed bear to shove hung clothing to one side, the perfect space now available to sit without having to worry about dangling sleeves.    ❛   i’ll tell them whatever you want me to, you don’t have to   do   anything   ❜   he assured, a family’s worth of shoes kicked off to the side before he sat.   ❛   you don’t need to be sorry, not even a little, but i mean, if you just need them to think   you got some   , i get it.   ❜             

[laidbear]

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

(   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   /   ♥   )

it   took      𝙖      𝙝𝙤𝙩      𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚      for   bear   to   realize   that   lacey   may   have   been      worried      .      all   things   considered   ,   it   seemed   to   him   like   her      𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬      𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞      𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲         𝐦 𝐨 𝐬 𝐭 𝐥 𝐲         𝐢𝐧      𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫      .      she   knew   how   to   have      a      good      time      ,   she   hadn’t   been      a r r e s t e d      ,          &          her      hair      was   shiny      enough   to   make   up   for   just   about   anything   else   .      lacey   would   end   up   doing   just   fine   for   herself   .

scooching      closer   ,   a   hand   would   come   to   land   atop   slim   shoulder   ,   the   gesture   more      𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘      than   he   had   intended   .          ❛          you’re   probably   right   ,   but   my   foster   parents   are   pretty      t o g e t h e r      and   they   still   suck   ,   so   who   cares   ?   together   isn’t   important   .      𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚      𝙩𝙤𝙤      𝙥 𝙧 𝙚 𝙩 𝙩 𝙮      to   worry   about   having   it   together                      we      𝐛 𝐨 𝐭 𝐡      are   .          ❜  

[laidbear]

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