Bcllet​:

closed starter: @blakemadden​

location: white nose coffee in queens

Leo was reciting all the things he wanted to say to her as he walked to the coffee shop. He huffed a little, getting worked up with the words in his head because she left him hanging for months. He had no right to be so upset with her breaking things off with him. He was everything wrong for her. Wrong for anyone. 

 He walked into the through the doors like he had some score to settle. His dark eyes skimmed the white tables looking for a place to sit. But then he saw her. Did the contrast of her pale face and dark hair always strike him like this? Her skin looked softer, flushed. And her eyes were bright. He liked it all. He missed it. And immediately forgot all his choice words he wanted to say. Instead, opting to compliment her the moment he walked up to the table that she was already situated at. “You look so good.” Hearing the compliment come out his mouth made him snap out of his daze, and move to take his seat across from her. His brows pulled together as looked at her again, she seemed so comfortable in her cushioned booth and he on a metal chair. “Sorry am I late? You said noon, right?” He asked peeking at the thick watch on his left wrist. the metal of his wedding band shining along with it. 

text; leo ⇄ xav

xav: because youre an idiot

xav: but youre my fav idiot

xav: id be surprised if she didnt leave you

xav: but if you DO love your wife, no

xav: you dont deserve her, but thats not my place

xav: my ex husband just texted me a sext that was supposed to go to rylan fucking pratt

leo: I'm sure she'll leave me too

leo: I just can't tell her, not yet

leo: wait, Nate knows how to sext?

leo: he doesn't look like the type

blakemadden​:

Blake thought her shock had been maximised when she’d come face to face with Leo out of nowhere, but it was nothing compared to how she felt when he grabbed her arm roughly. Eyes swivelling down to it she opened her mouth before closing it again, no words escaping. He was hurting her, it was actually fairly scary. “I’m…I’m not playing with you, stop it you’re hurting me.” The girl whimpered softly, her eyes wide. Obviously the man was panicking which objectively was understandable but that didn’t mean she was okay with the way he was going about it, at all. But there was nowhere she could go so in a moment of panic she just shook her head. “No, what? No of course it’s not yours. Why would I have not told you if it was yours.” For exactly this reason actually, but vindication wasn’t really the sensation she was feeling at the top of her list right now, even if she had been vindicated by this whole scenario. “It’s a baby, and it’s not yours so get off me.” She was trying to sound sure of herself, but it wasn’t really going to plan.

-

Hearing that it wasn’t his just caused another influx of questions to replace the previous ones. If that were true why was she hiding her pregnancy from him? Why not mention it? Why keep something so big in her life a secret? Had she planned to dissolve their relationship completely? these empty questions disappeared as he answer fell upon his ears. he had gotten the answer he wanted. it wasn’t his. and it wasn’t his problem. his secrets were still going to be safe from his wife. he could continue living his precious double life. Still his anger visibly blazed in him. how did he even had room to be jealous? his hand had tightened before it finally loosened. his eyes went down to her bicep and saw how his fingers left a white impression on her reddening skin. he stared unable to accept that he had just done that. he usually harmed inanimate objects, not people, especially not women. his eyes began to mirror her fear and he immediately backed away from her. His lips parted to apologize but couldn’t see that helping in the slightest. he stayed silent and looked away from her like a coward he really was. 

mood: joe goldberg

You're so self centred

who else am i supposed to be centred on

miracle incoming

who: ren + @blakemadden + @le0davis when: wee hours of the morning, may 15, 2022 what: in which blake doesn’t know that her best friend and her baby daddy used to date, and ren just found out that her best friend and her ex are having a baby, and leo doesn’t know that his ex is besties with his mistress OR that he’s having a baby at all. fun!

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alaska-davis​:

closed starter to @le0davis​

location: the masquerade, after the secrets have been revealed

A lithe finger lifted to tuck a braid back into the bun that rested atop her head. Alaska, much like the others at the event, had been feeling elegant, and was trying to let that feeling overpower the irritation she felt with her husband. How they’d arrived to the venue and he was already drunk. How he never seemed to stop glancing at his cellphone—like clockwork, she would hear it buzz in his pocket, and he’d wait exactly a minute, then turn away so to conceal who he was talking to, and a moment later, his fingers would tap against the screen. 

She didn’t even want to confront the idea that he could be cheating on her. The thought alone, though held like anticipation in her chest, was too heavy to bear witness to. To accept in any capacity. Even if she’d had suspicions for so long. In too many ways it always felt like she and Leo were untethering, and now she didn’t know the man she begged to look at her in therapy. To see her. Hear her. Just listen. And care.

But Leo didn’t seem to care about much at all anymore, except that dirty bar on ninth street. At least, that’s how Alaska felt anymore, and she stared back at her reflection in the bathroom’s mirror with a sort of hollowness. Like his love, so frayed and incomplete now, sunk straight into her pores and weighed her down from the inside out. The woman inhaled a small breath, washed her hands, and then smoothed down her dress. The clack of stilettos against the tile announced her return to her husband, and for a moment she just observed him, watching him drink. Wondering if this was the existence he wanted more than anything she could give to him. Before she could actually go and try to talk to him again, her own phone pinged now. The concession of messages that flooded through her phone made her eyebrows furrow inward, and she stared quietly down at each one until his name—and another woman’s—popped up. Conjoined. For a moment she just stared at the phone, disbelieving, with her lips fallen apart in shock. Then, as quickly as the tide, tears welled up in her eyes. “You did—what?!” she suddenly came out, viciously, against the anger and anguish suddenly setting her entire body alight. The betrayal heavy in every nerve. “Who is she, Leo?! Who is ‘Gisele’?!”

-

Leo turned his head when he heard the familiar click of Alaska’s heels come to a halt. He watched his wife began to scrutinize her phone. Nano second later, his phone vibrated continuously on the bar’s countertop. He flipped it over and it shook in his hand, as a series of text messages from an unknown number kept going on and going. He glanced through them; seeing the names of colleagues, friends, and acquaintances. Each text reading like soap opera nonsense to him. There was no way any of it could be true…

Until he got to his own known name, and it was coupled with Gisele’s. His brain stitched the image of her name and her body so well. It lingered there as his mind protected him from the reality of what was happening as long as it could. And suddenly, breaking through his thoughts, her voice struck down at him like a bolt of lightening. His own nightmare was right in front of him. He had been caught. He recoiled from her feeling her anger and pain lash out towards him. Instinct took over, in order to live through this situation was to deescalate it as quickly as possible. “Alaska, love, please.” He pleaded loud enough to get through to hers but kept his tone calm. Staying controlled despite the radical pace his mind was racing in order to find a way out of this. He knew what was said was a lie. He did not have sex with Gisele. Though his encounter with her was anything but innocent, he was innocent by the technicality that he didn’t go all the way. He played his fear out as if it were pain, and anguish began to materialize within him. She had believed a rumor so incredibly easy. Were they at that stage now? She’d easily trusted anyone else besides him? 

“Baby calm down,” he cooed reaching out to try to control her before she drew in more attention. His hands hovering over the frames of her shoulders, keeping his distance just in case. “Why are you so quick to believe these texts?” He questioned gently though skillfully turning the accusation back on her. How was it so believable for her to trust a spammed message? It hurt to see how sure she was to believe in the worst in him. He continued on to answer her question with his version of the truth. “I’ve only just met this Gisele tonight when I went to donate.” He said, keeping every bit of the truth far away from what he was telling her. 

If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three items (that are not electronic or automatic) would you take with you?

"A woman, a knife, and a mattress."

closed starter: @averydawson​ where: avery’s apartment

“Aaaaay...” Leo’s voice drawled out the first syllable of Avery’s name. He repeated the vowel from his seated position in front of Avery’s apartment door. His posture was slack against the wood. His muscles so loose with the amount of alcohol he had consumed to rid himself of his guilt. It took sixteen shots to do so. He repeated the vowel again meaning to be louder but instead reached a much higher pitch. It reminded him of a song a particular song from the sixties called, Sherry by Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons. He tried to reach the falsetto once again using Avery’s name in place of Sherry’s as he began to sing the song. “Aaaaa-AAA-ver-yyyy, can you come out tonight?” He practically screech sang in the empty hall.