Le0davisarchive - *5 AM* MY TIME AGAIN

I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does

vihanadavis​:

where: Vihana & Leo’s apartment, Manhattan. with: Leo Davis ( @le0davis​ )

She hadn’t meant to be gone so long. It had only meant to be five days, a week at most, but the mess and the chaos of the LA offices had kept her away for three weeks. She didn’t like being away from Leo for that long, not when she’d told him she would’ve been home much sooner. She had some serious making up to do… 

She’d come home, unsure of when Leo would be back, and had been quick to work. The place had been left spotless by their cleaner, and decorated with vases of hydrangeas. Hana set to work, lighting candles, turning on and dimming down soft warm lights. She didn’t have the time or skill to cook what she knew Leo would love, so she ordered it in with a private chef - fresh lobster, tenderloin steak (ready to be cooked however preferred), duchess potatoes, an assortment of vegetables. Hana, being a pescatarian, would only be having the lobster. 

As her chef preferred their food, Hana went to change quickly and top up her make-up. She stepped into a long white stressed, with a square bust and thin straps. All her jewellery - rings, necklaces, earrings - as always, were gold. Real gold. Combined with river pearls, malachite, moonstones, onyx. She saved her rubies and emeralds for more glamourous occasions. She had a spritz of perfume, scented with jasmine, and put on some music. 

A Sunday Kind of Love, by Etta James. Classic, maybe a little cheesy but timelessly lovely. 

She heard the door click open as she was setting the table, and felt her heart flutter. She moved to stand facing the door, wanting to see the expression on Leo’s face as he rounded the corner. 

“Surprise.” She said simply, flashing him a smile. 

-

Leo sighed, unlocking the door, he immediately expected to be met with utter silence as he had for the past twenty-one days or so. He tossed his keys into the decorate dish for them. But then he heard music which caused him to move further into the house cautiously. What or rather who he saw was not at all what he had expected.

“Vihana,” he breathed out as if he was holding his breath. His eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of her. He only focused on her even through all her handy work. The dim lighting and flowers and the scent in the air didn’t distract him at all from her beauty. Hell, he didn’t even spare a glance at her lovely gestures. Because she looked as she always looked to him, so beautifully unattainable. She was the queen to his lowly peasant. The God to his human. His leather shoulder bag was at his side like it always was when coming home from work. The only thing different about the man’s appearance was that he was cradling a pink box filled with berry cupcakes. That and his curly hair had gotten shaggier.

After the initial shock of seeing his wife, glistening and shining for his attention, he approached her quickly with a spring to his step. “You’re home.” He smiled, and immediately placed the box on the table and stripped himself of his bag, in order to wrap an arm around her waist. “You’re home, you’re home, you’re home.” He repeated, his voice ringing brighter with happiness each time. Leo couldn’t help himself and peppered her cheeks with tender kisses inbetween each phrase. Then finally he stopped to just look at her face. It was like she was gone for months rather than weeks. He gently cupped her face as if he was to kiss her. But words escaped him before he moved towards her. “I missed you.” His heart feeling as if it was soaring. This is what he had missed. This is what he was trying to replicate while she was gone.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (1994-2004) ☕ The One with the Girl from Poughkeepsie

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. 

vihanadavis​:

“Leo, my love. I am home.” Vihana lit up with her smile. She giggled at each kiss, each one tickling her skin. When he pulled back, she met his gaze and held it, gently reaching out to stroke some shaggy curls away from his face. He looked so handsome, even when he could do with haircut. His words made her heart clench. “I missed you too, darling. I’m so sorry to have been gone so long. I thought tonight I could make an apology…” 

Hana stepped away, taking his hands and grinning. “All your favourites tonight… Steak and lobster and duchess potatoes, prepared by our favourite, Chef Moreau. Hydrangeas, a lovely whiskey, and I was thinking we could run a bath and share it after dessert. Which… was going to be tarte au citron, but it seems you’ve brought something…” 

Hana went over and picked up the cupcakes. “Where did you get these? They look delightful.” 

-

Leo was about to protest her desire to apologize but was completely taken by her leading him with her hold and smile. He finally looked away from her lavish beauty to her handiwork. He inhaled deeply when she mentioned his favorite meal. Surf and turf. His appetite so greedy that it desired the best of land and sea. His eyes admired the most dramatic of all the flowers in his opinion since hydrangeas chose to drink from their petals than their stems. Stubborn and dramatic just like him. It was so thoughtful and so thorough. There even was even a glass of his worse vice chilled and waiting for him. His hands had laced their fingers with more pressure like he still couldn’t believe she was here. That someone would do all of this for someone like him.

Leo’s widened eyes almost froze when her attention went to the pink box. Seeing how Blake had handed them to him earlier and seeing her hold them had made his compartmentalizing do a double take. He looked down at the little cellophane window that had let her see its’ beautiful contents. The cupcakes were filled and topped with his favorite. Fresh berries and cream on angel cake. He kept his face neutral now as he quickly thought his answer through. It wouldn’t be good to lie in this situation. If he lied about where he got cupcakes, and she had found out, it would be a red flag. He didn’t want to bring Blake into discussion with his wife, but he had no choice. If he was just honest about the baked goods, he should be safe. “It was out of the blue, actually, I got them from the woman who did our wedding cake. I bumped into her today after class.” He kept his story straight and simple. Liars always added too much detail to their lies and he used that knowledge to his advantage. “Had I known you’d be home tonight, I would have opted for our wedding cake flavor.” He said, using his charm to distract her from the topic all together. As well as closing in the space between their bodies to press a soft kiss upon her lips. 

martinanselmo​:

Martín wasn’t a pushover. He got along well with most people, but he was his own person— probably, right? Honestly, he didn’t know how the board had managed to coax him into this ridiculousness. Holding presentations was hardly new to him, he’d been a TA for a while back in his school days. He was eloquent enough, even if he wasn’t always the most outspoken person in the room. But the classes were free for him, so hey, it couldn’t hurt, right? Maybe his new teacher had some good tricks to share.

Again, his doorbell trumpeted that horrible 8-bit version of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. Martín sighed, as he finished up hiding the last of his dirty dishes back in the cupboards, and tucked away stray papers from his kitchen table. He straightened his shirt before making his way to open the door. “You must be Mr. Davis, come on in,” Martín said as he moved aside for the other. He closed the door, and then offered out his hand. “Martín Gutiérrez. Thank you for making a home call for me, it’s been a hectic week and I hardly have time to get home, let alone haul myself around Manhattan.” 

Martín directed the other into his living room with windows so covered in plants you could barely see outside. He had to gather them all there in the mornings, for maximum sunlight. “How was your trip here? Not too complicated, I hope.” Martín hovered awkwardly in the middle of his living room, hands behind his back, waiting. How would they get started?

-

“Hello, Leo’s fine,” he greeted back at his new student, and he moved through the open door. Leo was trying to keep his eyes from widening at the realization that the two shared the same style. Dark curls, full burly beard, and a collared shirt. Leo chucked it to the man having taste because that was also a compliment back to himself. He shook Martin’s open hand with his own, switching the empty cup from hand to other before doing so. Leo’s shake was a good firm two shakes before releasing Martin’s hand. “It’s fine. You’re in my home borough at least.” Leo shrugged. He wasn’t ever going to complain about a twenty minute commute.  His eyes moved to skim the place remotely, as they walked, and even noted the plants before turning back to Martin. 

“So not at all complicated.” He said, finishing the small talk pleasantries. Leo surveyed Martin a little bit now, openly sizing him up as they both stood in the living room. Leo stood straight with no sign of fidgeting, and Martin was the complete opposite. If this is what he was acting like in the familiarity of his own home with one stranger… what would he be like in front of a crowd? The short quick mental image of the man stuttering did not feel like a reach. “Oh, Martín Gutiérrez,” Leo said with proper accent inflictions, “looks like we got a lot of work to do, sir.” He offered a smile even if his words were pretty telling of how many lessons were ahead of them.

Leo did wonder how he’d run lessons that wasn’t specific to acting. But he did break down the skills needed in order to present the art form. First of all the lessons was confidence. Being an actor you had to be the loudest in the room with no fear of failure. In order to do that was to be so sure of one’s self. If you couldn’t convince yourself, you cannot convince others. “Your first lesson will be to build your confidence.” Leo announced and proceeded to make himself much too comfortable in the space he was given. He set his empty cup down on the table, and began rifling through his messenger bag on the couch. Was it a way to prove how confidence can make someone overtly comfortable in a new place? Yes. Was it also cause Leo constantly possessed audacity? Also yes. 

oliverbrowncnn​:

“Depends.” Oliver gave Leo a look. Weren’t he and his wife loaded? “I’ve seen people charge that for a hand job.” He smiled as a woman turned around to play the part of the offended dame . “I know ma'am. In this economy?” His eyes grew larger then, before he shook his head in dismissal. She could take her outrage else where.

“Anyway, you do whatever you want with this information,” sticking his hands in his pockets, he had a look over at the list for largest donors, expecting to find The Brown foundation somewhere in the top 5, and not exactly surprised to see they were in the top 3.

-

Leo’s brows behind the leather mask shot straight up at Oliver’s remark. Laughter from his belly left his lips which doubled when Oliver told off their eavesdropper. Leo’s laughter making the speed of her exit all the more hastily. “I don’t think I’ll ever stoop so low. But if I get there, you’ll know.”  He sniffed, shaking his head, before focusing back on the donation slip. “And I’m of course--kidding about a five dollar donation.” He said, writing down four digits. This amount was safe for him and his wife’s combined income, but all he could see were the amount of drinks that could be had at the dive bar on the ninth. So. Many. Drinks. “On the safe side, I better ask Alaska.” He said, folding up the slip, and placing it in his coat’s inner pocket. He was buying time with the money, and mourning the potential loss of an excessive amount of his vice.

He made way to see what had Oliver’s attention now. Leo clearly saw his friend’s last name, and he nearly snorted. “Besides, why do they need my money when they got yours, you ol’ fox?” Leo quipped with tilting his head to the side, his lion mask surely adding the playful taunting that Leo was delivering. 

#me talking to babies

YOU | 3.01

elijah--hart​:

Elijah loved events like this, especially when it came to a masquerade theme. He was walking around and came across the boys and girls club donation table and he could see that someone was there contemplating. Elijah was always one to donate to a cause because he didn’t mind helping out someone else if he could. 

As he reached out and grabbed his own form to fill out to donate he heard the man talking about how much he should donate and if what he was donating was enough and he nodded his head. “Of course. Anything is better than not donating! Five dollars can make a big difference to someone. Plus is everyone here donated five dollars there would be a lot of damn money in there.” He explained to the other person. 

-

Leo tilted his head to the side, a incredulous look upon his hidden face as he looked at the other man. It wasn’t the appalled response that he was always fishing for. His visible mouth pulled up into a wrinkled side smirk. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I’ve bumped to the legendary, Mr. Brightside.” He lightheartedly teased and he fought the urge to mentally play The Killers’ song in his head. “Truth of the matter is, all these donations are probably just going to be used for this party.” He gestured to the grandness surrounding them. Like a disgruntled child, he just had to show the other what exactly was behind the curtain.