Krosxn​:

renfarber​:

He said he remembered the night better than she did, and she smiled, but shook her head. There was no way that was true. There was no way he remembered the exact placement of the mustard stain on his uniform, or the scent of honey-roasted duck when they whispered close to the kitchens, or the Frank Sinatra song that was playing as his hand brushed hers when they hid behind the bar, or the one unruly curl that would have fallen into his eyes if it had been long enough - just like it had tonight. There were so many differences between that man and this one, but the feeling in her gut was the same. That she had always known him. And that she always would.

But he did remember. A thousand lifetimes, she’d said. It sounded ridiculous, she knew, but it sounded right, too. She’d known from the start that whatever happened between them, there was something there that wouldn’t die, or even lessen in its intensity, and she was even more sure of that now. It’s what had always, always scared the living shit out of her. But then, just as now, he’d made a joke and calmed her down without even knowing he needed to. 

“You know, anybody else, and I would have rolled my eyes at a line like that,” she laughed. “But like I said, nothing you ever say could surprise me. You’re just you. And I just… know you.” She leaned in, too, then (to whatever remained of the space to lean into), and lowered her own voice, just reveling in getting to whisper with him again. “And in any case, I’m pretty certain you got me naked in every single one of those lifetimes,” she smirked.

-

Leo smiled as she laughed, their meet cute was precious to him. He thanked his stars that he was fortunate enough to have met her a thousand times in their past lives. See, Leo was just as starry eyed and eccentric as she. 

Leo’s suave demeanor softened, as she said she knew him. She did. But she knew him before he evolved into the mess he was today. He desperately wished he was still that guy. The way she looked at him made him feel like he was, and in this moment, he wanted to stay there under her gaze forever. Be the one she knew and she once cared about. “Serenity...” he murmured her full name like a prayer, and in a way her name alone was one for him. He hoped she’d answer it. He closed the space between their faces, and looked at her before pressing his lips against hers in a blink of an eye. He had meant to be soft, careful, but it was like ten years of chained up affection came flooding through his veins. His kiss a mixture of both tender and fervent. He was too far gone to realize his clutch on the popcorn had weakened and fell off his lap and onto the floor. 

what legacy do you want people to remember about you after you're gone?

"That I did what I wanted. I didn't ever hold back on what I was feeling or what I wanted to do. I lived my life. That or I'm a great fuck would work for me."

norahphobia​:

“Good, i’ve been looking for a fight.” Norah quips back quickly, out of breath. She knew that wasn’t quite what he meant, but she didn’t want to dwell on worrying him. Easier to crack a joke in return. She shuffles off her black winter coat, brushing off snow from her clothing. She’d been through hell to get there, and briefly considered moving out of Brooklyn once and for all. She had to cross the bridge almost every day lately. “I tried to take the subway,” she begins, settling down into the booth across from him. “And my connecting train just - didn’t fucking come.” The subway system was notoriously fickle, delays and cancellations were basically guaranteed, especially in this weather. “So I had to get a taxi, and the cabbie couldn’t drive for shit in traffic.” 

Pausing to take a sip of water from one of the glasses on the table, she sets it back down with a slow teasing smile. “Or maybe I just thought about standing you up. You may never know.” Truly, she felt bad keeping him waiting. But she wasn’t the type to apologize for worrying someone, it happened so often she hardly registered it anymore. “I love this place.” Norah commented, her voice suddenly softer, amber eyes finally taking a moment to really look at him.

-

Leo’s rigrid posture relaxed instantouesly at her quip. Noted by his crossed arms leaning on the table now. He even laughed. This was something impossible for him not to do around Norah. She intriguied him from the very first moment she opened her mouth. She was one of those people that made him feel cool by proxy. He listened to her tale of traveling between the bouroughs. A classic tale to his native New Yorker ears. And a complete valid reason to be late. It was the teacher in him that deemed punctuality important. But he was happy to see her either way. 

“Oh, really?” He responded to her teasing by blinking multiple times to feign a sense of shock. He head dipped back, eyeing the ceiling of the train car when she expressed her admiration for it. “Yeah, same, I use to work in one.” He said, turning his head back to look her again as he spoke. “Not this one though. This one was closed when I was doing that. No, this one, this one’s quite famous.” His arms uncrossed and a hand tapped the table as he spoke, his voice getting quieter as if the details were a secret. “You see, this one was in Home Alone 2: Lost In New York.” He nodded, sharing the stupid movie fact as if were impressive. He laughed though knowing the whole thing was ridiculous. And he should probably move on to something more important. “Okay now that I’ve already said one movie fact, how about we look at the menu?” 

blakemadden​:

“And then we’re going to put your tiny feet in the water so you can see how that feels, does that sound good Princess?” Blake cooed as she carried her daughter across the sand to where her father was putting together a little camp area with a umbrella and blankets for them to sit on. He’d managed to get it up now but the word she’d have used a few moments ago probably would have been more fighting with the umbrella - it had been a little funny if very sweet because she knew he was doing it for the good of their baby. “It’s looking amazing, you did a really great job.” She didn’t speak as he dropped a kiss on Mira’s head, just allowing them that moment together before continuing to bounce her gently to keep her calm, laughing at the theatrical display of self satisfaction. Well, what else could she expect from him? “Here, let’s put you down on the blanket my love so you can spend some time with your daddy.” She’d become so used to talking to Mira all day when they were alone she couldn’t even shut it off when in the presence of others. Settling her down gently before dropping onto the blanket next to her so she could tip her head back to enjoy the warmth of the day. “If anyone at that big Pride party could see us right now they would probably think we were the most uncool people in the galaxy.” Actually she kind of was, it was Leo who had more of an edge to him.

-

“Ah yes, come here baby girl,” He said after Blake spoke about placing Mira on the blanket. He watched as Blake did so with such care. He smiled at his daughter who was looking toward the colors of the umbrella above her head before moving her gaze to Blake that had moved to lay down. “Speak for yourself, I’m pretty cool and so is my little spawn.” He said moving from his back to lay on his side to face Mira and Blake. He moved his body a bit more to help the sand beneath the mat mold to his body. “And besides I like this party.” He said admiring Blake’s complexion in the sun. “Though your daddy is going to the after party with Uncle Xav that’s for sure.” He said bringing his attention to Mira once again, his voice always becoming more melodic when speaking to her.  

nate-jones​:

Whenever Nate was set on something, he was stuck until he would do it. And with his contract soon ending- just after the Sleeping Beauty run- he knew he had to find alternatives. He loved ballet, but Kal was right, even if his words had been said with absolute anger. What was he doing with his life? He had danced for years, it was only a matter of time before his body would start catching up with everything he was doing, and he needed alternatives. Either way, he wanted to improve. No matter what happened, he wanted to be the best at what he did, even if he knew he was very, very far away from it. But he could try, and he might as well start with extra lessons.

He had researched Leo Davis before making his way to NYU, hoping to find him somewhere. His success rate was amazing, he seemed absolutely perfect at what he did, and that was what Nate needed. Maybe, in some way, someone’s brilliance would rub off on him, making him at least a little bit better. However, there was one problem; he couldn’t afford the lessons. So, finishing up work, he made his way to the campus, counting on miraculously finding the class. And for once, luck was on his side; just as he was approaching one of the buildings, the man walked out, the sudden appearance throwing the dancer off his feet. He hadn’t even rehearsed the speech he was planning to give, and here the teacher was, so close!

Nate was standing there for a little too long, and by the time he snapped out of it, the man was already on his way somewhere else. That was perfect! He could try and follow him, catch up to him and stop him so they could have a conversation. That was totally normal, right? It seemed normal to Nate, especially in a city like this. So he walked, practicing the speech inside his head, murmuring the words every once in a while as he walked a good few meters away from the man, both trying to catch up to him and to make sure that he wouldn’t screw it up when he did.

All came crashing down when he realized the man was now standing still, so close to him, and Nate suddenly came to a complete stop, surprise overflowing him.

“Oh, hi! Sorry! I promise I wasn’t stalking you or doing anything shady, which probably sounds extremely shady right now, but still! I just- I know you’re a fantastic acting coach, and I was hoping I could somehow persuade you to teach me.” He always ranted when he was nervous, and yet, a small smile appeared on Nate’s face. “Sorry about that.”

-

People on the outside were constantly telling him what a success he was. Yet his mind always finished off their praises with the tag line: for an acting coach. He had the highest callback and booking rate, currently, in the university circle. He should have proud about that. All the dumb comments and directions he was giving to his students were working out for them. Casting directors were eating up the specific changes he was making to his students’ auditions. He should be so, so proud. But he wasn’t. Their successes added perfect fuel to the fire of his own failure. It proved to him that he was always meant to a teacher to the Prima Donna, and never the actual star himself. 

“Good for you.” Leo replied, a knee jerk reaction to being told by student that they got a call back. He was, however, glad that the student waited till class was over to tell him. But this also gave him the itch to walk home as soon as possible. “You know where to find me if you want more help. Now if you’ll excuse me, my wife’s waiting.” He huffed, slinging his messenger style bag over his shoulder and turning to leave the room. He flounced through the courtyard, not paying mind to anyone around him, as jealousy began to blind him. His jaw was flexing beneath his beard and his nostrils began to flare as he could feel the poignant flare of rage begin to rise within him. His hands were tightening around the brown leather and he continued his trek. 

With his emotions on high alert, he began to have a sense of paranoia. Was someone following him? He was not in the mood for whatever New York weirdness that was falling into his lap. Especially not in this mood. Not when he felt like he needed a drink or a punching bag. But if he turned around, he could possibly have the latter. Leo immediately stopped walking, and turned to meet whoever was matching his step pattern behind him. His eyes were dark as he met brown eyes kinder than his own will ever be. This took him back. His own surprise was being mirrored by the other’s face. Leo’s forehead pushed together as tried to hear the man through his own shock. “W-wha-what? Wait, kid, slow down.” Leo’s hand waved in the space between them, as he blinked to process all that he had said. 

“Well, you were right to start off with flattery.” He quipped, feeling his previous anger begin to be taken over by intrigue. The tension in his body language was visibly leaving. “You could have just called instead of following me.” He couldn’t help but scold the kid a little about that. “Now why do you believe I need some persuading to teach you...?” He questioned, because that really caught his attention. 

PENN BADGLEY YOU (2018 -)

renfarber​:

Ren took out her phone (a cardinal sin of movie-watching, but nobody else was around to care), and hesitated before opening the folder. It was weird how instinctual and animalistic it was, this need to protect her baby. Logically she knew that showing a photo of her child wouldn’t put him in any danger - especially not with Leo. He’d always been so good to Ren, even when she hadn’t deserved it. Leo wouldn’t hurt a soul, right?

So she tapped the folder and found her favorite picture of her son. “His name is Max,” she said, beaming at the photo before showing it to Leo. “I named him after my dad.” She waited for the inevitable comment about Max’s blue eyes - the first thing everyone noticed. Every other part of Max had come straight from Ren, but his father’s eyes were all anyone wanted to talk about. They were beautiful, though, she had to admit. 

“It’s… bizarre, how much has changed, huh?”

-

Leo squinted at the imagine of a baby boy in a onesie with his limbs up as if reaching towards the camera. It was clear to see that the boy was happily reaching out towards his mom. It brought a smile to Leo’s face as he realized this. He looked a little longer now and only saw the bits of her that were passed down to her child... especially that smile. “Max,” he repeated the name then finally met her eyes at their new close proximity. “He’s beautiful, he looks just like you.” Leo commented, holding his stare on her face. Realizing what he said, he felt a blush start at the nape of his neck. He’d indirectly had called her beautiful. He cleared his throat trying to shake off the feeling. “Yeah, it is bizarre.” He said trying to get his mind back on track. “You have a baby, and I’m married. Who’d have thought?”

giselesilvas​:

Gisele was bad at dates. Not at being at dates, she often excelled at being the part of herself the other person wanted her to be, the perks of being a textbook gemini, but what she was very bad at was sticking with them. She more often than not got bored, and if it wasn’t a dinner and off you go kind of deal, she’d mostly try to find a way to bail. Mattias was a wonderful guy, she’d enjoyed their little flirting moments, the comings and goings in his restaurant, he was really fantastic company to keep. But in a place where he apparently knew everyone and she knew nobody, it felt like walking into a pit of bears with a honey pot. Grabbing a hold of Matti’s bicep, she whispered in his ear “I’ll go walk around, be back in a while”. He graciously smiled back and off she went. 

The Brazilian walked around the room, saying hi to a few friends, grabbing one too many glasses of champagne and flirting her way around the room. She was beautiful, and the red dress she was wearing cut her chest open in the most perfect manner, so it was no wonder how she was drawing the eyes of some men and women. After parading herself for a bit, her eyes found her date again. He was still conversing, with a new person now, and Gisele sighed. Fuck that, I’m going to the bathroom, maybe there’s someone there.

The ball room bathroom had the size of most New Yorker’s apartments. She chatted with a few friends, drank the last of her gin tonic and just as her friends were leaving the bathroom, Gi got the need to pee “I’ll meet you outside in a bit” She waved them off as she went into a stall. Sitting down, she heard the bathroom go quiet, and she went into her phone, scrolling aimlessly on Instagram as she peed. All of a sudden, she heard a door lock. Fuck. What the hell? She listened out for the person. They weren’t… Those weren’t heels. Every woman here was wearing heels, nobody would be caught dead with flat shoes in a ball. It had to be a man. And then she heard the lighter, and her smirk pulled up one side of her face, the smoke coming from the stall next to her cementing her suspicions. Getting ready to catch the bastard by surprise, Gisele flushed and once the noise was done, she opened the door and looked around “You know, you really should’ve gone to the stall closer to the extractor fan, you’re gonna smoke to room out, buddy”

-

Shit. Shit. Shit! Leo thought when he heard the whirlpool of a flushed toilet. He wasn’t as alone as he wished. He should checked the stalls, but of course was too sure of his instincts.  He had half a mind, already moving too slow from his first couple of hits crossed with the tingly buzz of champagne. He looked at the lit joint wondering if he should ash it and try to play it off. But the resounding clicks of heels were quickly coming his way. He was caught red handed, frozen into a straighten posture as she caught him in feeble attempt to hide the joint that was so obviously throwing wisps of sticky sweet smoke in the air. “I-,” he stuttered in response. He came to realization that he wasn’t being scolded for getting high, but because he wasn’t being smart about. This made him truly take in her appearance. She was dressed in a hotter tone of red than he. Bright and eye catching, especially her chest. His wits suddenly came back to him. “It’s comfortable here.” He started with a complaint. “But since you’re an expert,” Leo said, standing up from the couch, fingers still pinched around the joint. “Where do you want me?” He asked, with the rise of his brows. The double entendre of his words wasn’t lost to him at all. His eye contact on her brown eyes unwavering since the second he met them. “And do you want some?” He offered. Might as well. He couldn’t be the only blamed if they both smelt like it.

New Girl (2011-2018)