Text; Leo ⇄ Danny

SCOOBY-DOO (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell

renfarber​:

who: @le0davis​ where: some half-abandoned theatre in lower manhattan what: in which leo and ren get slapped in the face with nostalgia

This wasn’t Ren’s first time away from Max, but it still felt weird every time she left him with her mom. Being alone felt unnatural now, like she was missing a limb. She’d spent her entire life trying not to get too attached to anyone at all, and now here she was, heart aching for a boy. All that being said, she did find a moment to marinate in the eerie silence of the almost-abandoned cinema. Just as she’d suspected, there was absolutely no one in here, and the ticket seller had looked at her like maybe she was a ghost.

The film was an obscure horror film from the 50s called The Creeping Unknown, and the old floors creaked as she made her way through the empty auditorium to find a seat. It was the perfect atmosphere for some much-needed alone time… but then she saw the mop of curls peeking over a seat in one of the middle rows. Not only had this intruder invaded her quiet night, but they’d also taken the best seat in the place. Despite herself, she was intrigued, and made her way over, just to see what kind of person had the same strange idea of a fun night…

But of course it was him.

“…Leo?” she asked (but who else would it be?). 

-

Leo needed a moment to himself that didn’t involve women, work, or alcohol. he needed the silence and care that a theatre could give him. He scored as he sat down on the perfect seat, dead center of the entire theatre. It was completely empty. Just him and the silver screen. It was a haven that he hadn’t had in a long time. And of course, it was an obscure science fiction horror film was a comforting choice for him. He sat comfortably with a small bucket of popcorn in one hand with his soda on the ground in front of the left seat beside him. 

He had heard the theatre creak but had thought nothing of it. Until he had heard a voice, he flinched at the sound of his name. Who had found him here in his safe space? He turned his head to see the owner of the voice. He looked at her, stunned, with his hand frozen in his popcorn bucket. “R-ren?” he questioned with narrowed eyes as he looked upon her in the dim lighting. He couldn’t believe it. and then it happened, a brief flash of the first time he saw her to the painful last time he had seen her. it was like his heart in his chest was given a tight squeeze and dragged down to his stomach. “uhh,” he drawled through the pain. it had been ten years but it felt like yesterday, seeing her now. “i’ll leave.” he blurted out, standing up so abruptly, bits of popcorn flung everywhere. 

closed starter for: @tianaleiwilder​ location: at the dive bar on the 9th

Leo’s legs were stretched before him on the bar stool beside him. Shins dangling off of the cushions though he made no effort to take up more real estate. The dive bar wasn’t too busy on this late weekday night. He liked it this way. It was kind of like having the place to himself. the hum of conversation, throwback music, and the sounds of a game of pool were completely comforting to Leo. He had his usual in front of him. A whiskey sour, so chilled that the glass was sweating.

He ignored it for the time being for his phone in his hands, which rested on his lap. He bit his lip, wondering what he should say as he looked at the text messages between him and Ana. He had been the last one to say something which was evident by the multiple blue bubbles. But she hadn’t said a thing to him for three hours. His leg started to shake as he tried to figure out a way to say something but not seem so eager as he had felt. He had to play it cool but he was feeling the opposite as he looked at the time stamp of her last message. But then the grey dots popped up on the left side of the screen and Leo could feel himself shift to being excited. He quickly grabbed his drink and took a sip with his eyes still on the phone.

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.  

oliverbrowncnn​:

“Couples’ therapy?” Oliver found himself brought back a couple years back. Matthew and he had tried that, but clearly their marriage was past saving then. His parents hadn’t exactly been accepting of Matthew, not because he was a man, but because he didn’t belong to their social circle. His father suggested Oliver had picked him because he would never feel threatened by him, because he liked to feel superior to others. How exactly were you supposed to have a healthy marriage when your other half started to think that his own husband despised them.

“How do you feel about it?” Reaching over to get his hand on the wine bottle, he gave them both a refill, offering Leo a compassionate look. “Did you decide to do it, or was it her suggestion?”

-

Leo almost whinced when Oliver repeated what he said. He couldn’t believe he had actually said it to someone who knew more than his drink order. It was making his martial problems all the more real. Especially to someone who had been through the same song and dance before.   “I feel like it’s a distraction or some kind of test.” Leo wasn’t one to believe in talking about anything that had to do with his emotions. He could recite the history of method acting, and be completely enthralling while doing so. But once it came to dealing with anything with substance, he would shut off. He watched as the wine sloshed into his glass before looking over at Oliver. “And who do you think?” He questioned with little agression and a quirk of his brow before shaking his head. This was his way of simmering his annoyance and silently apologizing to him. He exhaled and met Oliver’s eyes, “I don’t know how any couple is expected to make it through those sessions. You hear things from your partner I don’t believe you should ever hear them say.” His gaze drifted to his topped off glass, he took another sip, and felt his edgyness subside the smallest bit. 

wow this cannot be good for me *keeps doing it*

starter for: @norahphobia​ where: empire diner in chelsea

leo had to admit that he was a sucker for train styled diners. historic and rare were two attributes he’ll always admire. he had fond memories of diners such as this. once he was old enough to legally work, leo would bus tables and wash dishes. he admired the blue, silver chromium diner as he sat in a booth, waiting for his dinner date. and eventually, he shifted his gaze to the street outside. and then he had been sitting there long enough for the waitress to give the table two glasses of water. 

“You’re late,” Leo said immediately as Norah had came into view. “I’ve already called the cops.” He said, crossing his arms in front of him. He looked at her accusingly as if he was blaming her for something he obviously didn’t do. He was masking his bit of worry with a joke. 

Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

baby I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye 🎶

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.

renfarber​:

Her heart was hammering already, even before he whispered her name. He said it like a magic spell, like a whispered wish, like a… prayer. In those four small syllables she heard him asking for the world. And despite herself, she knew she’d give it to him.

She wasn’t surprised that he’d kissed her - she knew his heart well enough to have heard him ask - but she was surprised to find herself kissing him back. Pulling him close. She realized now that she’d been wanting to touch him all night, settling for fixing his hair and eating his food, when what she’d really wanted was this.

This.

She kissed him with a passion she hadn’t remembered she was capable of, but it came back to her easily now. Everything came back now. The body she’d long since memorized. This feeling, like lightning. And the knowledge of how completely and absolutely they’d always been able to overthrow each other.

Because, unlike with anyone else, with each other, they’d willingly given their power up, placing it in the other’s hands.

She could feel that happening now, and that’s what finally woke her. She couldn’t do this. She wasn’t the girl she’d been. She needed to keep her power now, because she had someone at home who needed her to have it. And Leo did, too.

She pulled away, maybe too slowly, and shook her head as she caught her breath.

“I have to… leave…” she whispered.

-

It shouldn’t have surprised but it did… the familiar nip and pressure that was her kiss was his again. she tasted just as sweet as he remembered. he couldn’t believe it. it made him even more responsive, more present to take all that she had bestowed upon him. When she reached out to him, he did too, holding her face to bring her closer. He had completely lost all thoughts that didn’t surround her.

a pathetic exhale left his throat when her mouth left his. his mind instantly crying out for more. More of what was once his. He pulled away as slowly as she did. His eyes fluttered open to look at the beautiful flush on her cheeks and lips. Hearing her whisper had knocked him out of haven that was created between their mouths.

“Don’t leave, stay… please.” his eyes heavy on hers, wide with longing. he swallowed, trying not to let his pride keep him from saying how he really felt. He wanted her, and he wanted to tell her this. He wanted to confess his love and win her all over again. But reality and fear cooked its’ way back to the forefront of his mind. She had left him before in a situation that was far worse than spilled popcorn. She had left him with scars that he was forced to cope with. Still, somehow, the notion of her leaving and him not seeing her again was far worse. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” His voice was coated in vulnerability as her kiss had brought all his emotions to the surface.