Le0davisarchive - *5 AM* MY TIME AGAIN

One Hundred and One Nights (1995)

blakemadden​:

Blake was taking the metro Uptown at probably the busiest time of the day, which is hindsight was a mistake, because it was busy as hell. No one had offered her a seat so the woman was holding tightly onto one of the handles hanging from a ceiling strap with one hand and cradling her sizeable bump with the other. Trying not to fall asleep from the rhythmic rocking of the train carriage she made a point of looking around her with attentiveness she usually reserved for when she was frosting something intricate. Maybe some significant people watching would stop her from dozing off. Eyes flicking between the figures that were also in the carriage they were the usual rag tag bunch of New York City residents, in that there was nothing about any of them that was expected, which was what kept the city fun after all. When her eyes fell on Leo she didn’t even register that it was him at first, doing a significant double take, her eyes widening. This was not planned. “Leo…” she exclaimed, face going pale.

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Once he made it to her, their surprised expressions were matched. He reached up and gripped on the yellow strap tighter now as his mind was running faster than the train that treatened to throw him off balance. “Blake,” he managed to choke out from his dry mouth. he focused on her pale hand on a sizable bump jutting from her hips. His mind couldn’t even think of the one word to describe what she was. There was no way. No way. His denial repeating like a prayer. His big eyes kept shifting from her face to her stomach. “Wh-wha-what’s?” he gaped unable to form a coherent question. “I just saw you-why-” he husked out. his mind then began to process in it’s usual selfish way, and the realization that it could be his began to formulate. 

devieiras​:​

More than a few minutes had passed that there was only silence between the two; nothing but the ticking of the clock and the tapping of her fingers against her clipboard bouncing off of the walls of her office. Leo had been one of her most stubborn clients by far, and he was even more so without his wife to give him a little nudge in their sessions. She was at a loss of how to get through to him. “Mr. Davis, I’m sure you’re aware that therapy only works when you actually engage in discussion. It’s not worth either of our time to simply sit and stare at one another.” 

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Smug. Completely smug is how anyone could describe Leo in this very moment. Not to mention stubborn and withholding, but he focused on feeling a sense of pride of wasting her time. He, however, was not wasting his time but earning it. the longer he kept her at bay extended his time with his wife. he believed that the woman in front of him wasn’t helping, but making everything worse. anything he said this room was being analyzed. and, hell, not to mention the things his wife would bring up. leo wanted to keep giving her nothing. 

“I’ve got nothing I’d like to discuss with you.” Leo said looking dead into her eyes. There was no hatred in his expression though his words didn’t come from anywhere kind. He looked away from her and relaxed further in his seat. soon he began stroking his beard with his thumb. 

krosxn​:

“You’re a fucking disaster.” As much as he loved his friend, and he truly did, he didn’t think he was wrong either. He’d stand by Leo even when he was wrong, which he probably often was. “You underestimate my ability to press charges,” he walked away to get him water before returning, ruffling his hair. Chaotic energy just happened to find Katz, as if he didn’t attract it himself. 

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Leo rolled his eyes as Katz’ badmouthed him, he didn’t take it seriously at all, and knew his friend didn’t mean it maliciously. he loved the chaotic vibe they created as it was brought his drunk ass to Katz’ home. Though there was an absence of his other friend which happened to be Katz’ ex. Leo laughed at Katz response to his empty threat. “You know that’s something Oli would totally say.” Leo said, forgetting that talking about ex-husbands were off limits in polite, civil conversations. 

PENN BADGLEY — The Paper Store (2016)

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.

Can you confirm or deny the rumor that you're a pillow princess?

"I'm not a pillow princess. Check the back of my head.. this is top hair."

PENN BADGLEY in The Paper Store (2016)

you've never been so used as I'm using you, abusing you, my little decoy don't look so blue, you should've seen right through  I'm using you, my little decoy