Text !! Nate & Leo

YOU | 2.03 “What Are Friends For?”

open starter: everyone CLOSED - Capped at 7 muns. location: masquerade event, boys and girls club donation table

This wasn’t the last place Leo wanted to be at. It was a Masquerade. How timeless and niche, and Leo adored timeless and niche. He liked it enough to choose the black and gold leather mask, shaped and painted as a lion and its’ mane. But when he began to read the details and realized it was for charity, he was immediately put off. He was possessive over his hard earned money, over his wife’s hard earned money, to give it away in a way that didn’t serve him directly.

 Was I a bad person? Leo thought, leaning against the table some more as he stared hard at the blank space beside the dollar sign. He was suppose to donate. It was good to donate. And definitely was the better choice between volunteering and donating. Especially to a group that had tried to help him when he was growing up in the system. But still look at where all the help had got him. He turned to the nearest person next to him, his eyes making a show to glaze over their mask as he took their appearance in. Then he took a glance at their respective donation slip. “Hey, do you think five dollars is enough?” He chimed.

seasonal aesthetics.    —  by dismaymemes. bold what applies to your muse.                      for : leo davis.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.    a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.   cold hands.  blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.  cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold.  full-length windows to peer out of.  pale skin.   deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.  a wild snow storm. melancholy.  lighting candles around the bathtub.  snow globes.  expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

spring, summer & fall under the cut.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing.  a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley.  smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks.  making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most.     a bee sting.  sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.  picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym/training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself.  rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.       lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days.  the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.  drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am,  loud and proud.  palms trees on sunset boulevard.  longer days and shorter nights.  wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.  sand castles.  road trips.  blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom.  sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment. barefoot in the sand.  the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.  freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing.  a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colors.  a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ).   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet.  feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.  sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work.  charcoal drawings.  screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.  pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.     small talk.   being ignored.  procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.  baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost.  a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying.  converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

blakemadden​:

Blake felt nervous, on edge, knowing Leo was coming over so they were likely going to be having a pretty serious conversation imminently. She’d sprung the information of new found fatherhood on him just moments before his daughter had actually been born which hadn’t left long for him to process the information before she’d arrived. One look at the baby’s little face you could tell the man had been utterly smitten but that didn’t mean there was room for his feelings towards her mother to be somewhat different. If nothing else Blake was relived beyond belief that Leo seemed to want an active role in his daughter’s life but he still had a wife to think about, a whole other life he’d been leading before it had been turned upside down. It left Blake not knowing how things were going to pan out which was….unnerving. Especially for a new mom who’s hormones and anxiety were at an all time high as it was.

Cradling Mira in her arms wrapped in a hand knitted pink and white blanket that had been a gift from a long time client she whispered to her daughter under her breath, bouncing gently from one foot to the other in a soothing fashion. “Hi beautiful girl, is your daddy going to come and see you? He is. He’s going to come and give you cuddles soon…he’s going to come and give his special baby lots of cuddles…” the knock on the door what brought her out of the little bubble she had contained herself in to not spin out entirely thinking of the various directions the next couple of hours could go in.

Using a free hand, the one not supporting her little bundle, Blake pulled open the door with a sweet smile. Warmth all over her features because it was just in her nature to be as welcoming as humanly possible whenever someone came over to her home, plus she had no ill will towards Leo. If anything she had some significant making up to do. “Hey, you made it. Come on in, we were just talking about you.” Her voice was a soft even tone not wanting to startle Mira with a sudden loud noise when she seemed so content finally. In the wake of a bit of a screaming fit that had only ended about a quarter of an hour ago, she’d wanting to be held and rocked, which was what her mother was now of course doing.

“Did you want a drink?”

-

Leo’s head was a brewing storm as he had made his way over here. But the sight of the mother of his child with their baby, completely cleared his head. Life had made sense when he saw his miracle. He saw his purpose in every bit of his daughter. It had became his purpose to protect, love, and care for their Mira. He simply stared at his tiny beautiful daughter before reacting to Blake’s words.

“Nah, no drink, but I got you your favorite pasta from that bougie place you like.” Leo said lifting up the branded paper bag. His eyes rolled at the word he used to describe the place, but forty something dollars for a pasta dish was indeed bougie. But he spend the pretty penny to entice her to sit down and actually eat something hearty. 

Now Leo was no stranger to Blake and Reece’s apartment, if anything he was probably albeit too comfortable as he moved further into the place. He set the bag down on the kitchen counter after shutting the door behind him, gently. And then his eyes happily set on their baby girl in Blake’s arms. He closed the space between him and Blake, with their baby in the middle. It made him smile so wide when Mira’s big eyes went from Blake’s face to his. He couldn’t help but melt. “Hi Mira,” he cooed, “Were you talking shit about daddy with mommy?” Leo asked as a joke but then quickly realized that these weren’t the type of jokes that he should make around or with his child. “Shit, sorry, shit.” Leo stammered as he quickly meant to take his joke back, he looked frustrated with himself as he gave up and just covered his mouth with both hands. His eyes wide and apologetic. The new father was obviously still adjusting and clearly believed he should be the topic of a verbal smackdown. 

What is your biggest fear, and what would you do if it came true?

Leo's currently in the midst of living out his biggest fear. He's just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He had his fun with his mistress, a little too much, that it resulted in him becoming a father. Leo had never thought about having children before and he had suddenly became one in a hospital room with his mistress and ex girlfriend present. But still his wife hasn't found out and that is his biggest fear of all, for the woman he asked to marry him - find out who he actually is. And what does the coward plan to do? Hide. Whether that'd be emotionally or physically or mentally. Leo's been drinking to cope.

You (2018 -)

Penn Badgley  as Joe Goldberg YOU | 1.05 Living With The Enemy

averydawson​:

Avery climbed out of her hot shower and changed into something more cozy before she made herself comfortable on her couch with a cup of wine. Grabbing her laptop, she continuing working on the photos she started before her shower. Lifting the glass to her sip, she froze in place when she heard her name being sung outside her apartment. Terribly. Setting her laptop and wine on the table, she got up and walked over to her door. Opening it, she found a very drunk Leo on the ground singing. The more he sang, the more she knew there was going to be complaints from her neighbors. “Okay time to go inside.” She pulled him up, guides him inside and sat him down on the couch. She hurries to grab a cup of water then returns. “What is going on?” She asked curious as to why he was so drunk and showed up at her place, placing the water in his hand to drink. “Drink up.”

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Leo would never singing while drunk. He never did. Though there was one instance with some modern Hugh Hefner at the drive bar on the ninth. But that's another story.  Suddenly in the middle of his performance, he saw the inside of Avery’s apartment; though it was upset down. He grumbled since his loud singing no longer tickling his fuzzy mind. “Avery!” He exclaimed as she pulled him upright, barely recognizing her presence. He smiled following her with remissed moment. He fell carelessly onto the couch but he practically melted into the cushions. “Nothing much.” He responded with a burp just as she left him. Leo takes the glass and drinks it, expecting the clear liquid to be vodka. He made a face after his sip of water. “Gross,” He breathed when he realized it was water.

renfarber​:

Something in the way he was looking at her was making her head spin. No matter how much she tried to stay in the present here, and no matter how many times both of them mentioned how much time had passed, he was still looking at her the same way he used to. And her heart was still skipping a beat the same way it used to. And she hated that she couldn’t stop it - even if she didn’t hate the feeling, at all. 

Just as she was beginning to fall into her all-too-familiar pit of guilt over cheating on him, he winked and grinned, and she rolled her eyes and laughed, and whatever year it was, they were there together. He was way too fucking charming for his own fucking good, and he knew it. She’d never put up with that shit from anyone else, but… it was Leo. So. She stole some of his popcorn, arm brushing against his, and stopped fighting it - at least for now. 

Reality would hit them eventually, but it could wait until the lights came back on. 

“I doubt you’d want to hear an actual explanation… even if I had a good one,” she said, watching as the monochrome movie light flickered on his face. She wondered whether to tell him that cheating on him had been the only real regret she’s ever had in her otherwise free-spirited life. But she was sure he knew. And anyway, what he said next confused her into momentary silence. 

It’s silly to expect that kind of commitment, he said, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “This, from the man in the legally binding committed relationship,” she said. She hadn’t really wanted to bring it up again, preferring to live in the past, in the dark… but part of her knew that if she didn’t say it out loud, they could easily slip a little too far backwards. 

He said that she didn’t need anyone, and even if it wasn’t entirely true, she loved that he still saw her that way. She’d always prided herself on her independence, choosing who got to be around her because she wanted them there, not because she needed anything from them. It had turned out not to be quite that simple, in the end, but she still liked it, as a concept. 

“It’s good to have constants, though, isn’t it? I’ve got a good support system, like my mom and my best friend. …A new best friend though, I got rid of Tori. She turned out to be a total asshole, just like you always said she was,” she smirked. “It’s probably kind of nice, though, to have a person who’s always there for you, and who you’re always there for. Is it?”

-

Leo had purposefully adjusted himself in his seat to face towards her rather than the film. He had done the same with the popcorn, offering it to her as well as offering all of his attention. “You don’t have to explain. It happened and we were so young.” He said, trying to avoid finding that wound and licking it. It had hurt. It him so bad losing that ounce of integrity when it came to trust. He hardly had it to begin with. But above it  all, it hurt losing her. Looking at her now, it panged a bit to see how much he had missed in her life and how much he missed her in his own life. Serenity had been the only one to reach him to his core, and he kept it that way since. Even though he was now married. 

Leo laughed at her mentioning the severity of commitment marriage was then he glanced down at that shiny ring around his finger. How long had he worn it till it stopped meaning anything to him? Would admitting he was an unfaithful husband give him a chance to turn back time for a night? Should he take that risk? “It is nice when I do get to see her.” He confessed, showing his current point of view of his marriage without being too detailed. “Constantly missing each other is probably not the constant you’re describing.” His loneliness finding its’ way out with his words. Being lonely and insatiable were the fundamentals to his catastrophic nature. No statement had ever been more true for the orphan. They were his demons then, and they were still his now. Still he managed to his head around what she mentioned about her best friend situation. He grinned because he loved hearing that he was right, of course. “Told you she was. How’d you figure that? And anything else in the span of the ten years we’ve been apart that I’ve been right about?” He gloated so openly, a smile on his face as he sunk into himself more comfortably in her presence. 

averydawson​:

She poked her head out to make sure none of her neighbors came out to see what the noise was before shutting and locking the door. turning her attention back to the man on her couch, she took a deep breath and walked back over to him. “Alright Leo, what brings you to my place at this hour, wasted?” she asked, sitting beside him. “finish that because you’re not leaving until you’re sober.” she lightly demanded. She’d be a terrible friend to send him back out in this state and for him to show up like this, something serious must’ve happened. It wasn’t everyday he was like this, not even on a night out at the bar.

-

“I think...” he began to say all while bringing the cup to his noggin to tap his temple with that hand. At first, Leo knew exactly what he was gonna say. He was going to spill everything out to one of his best friends. Everything that had happened the minute he left her place. But the fear of revealing who exactly he was had crept up again, making him close up again. Which allowed another head to begin thinking for him.  “...I came here to finish what we started.” He rose his brows with a glint in his eye. He was making such a bold claim for someone who was seeing a motion blur with every movement that was made.