Complain, Complain, And Complain Is All Leo Wanted To Do Right At This Very Moment. He Found Solace Complaining

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.

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."

“You weren’t the first to leave me but you were the first to swear you wouldn’t.”

— There’s no room for trust in my heart after what you did (via rambl-0n)

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gasoline (the weeknd) - the only thing I understand is zero-sum of tenderness / late night feelings (mark ronson w/ lykke li) - my heart keeps pulling in the wrong direction, i’m about to cross that line / side effects  (the chainsmokers ft. emily warren) - this happens everytime i try to mix decision making with one too many drinks / nda (billie eilish) - i can crave you but you don’t need to know  / stranger (mothxr) - i let them all in, they all wanna stay / die for you (the weeknd) - cause i can’t take this pain forever, and you won’t find no one that’s better  @exclusivemusings

PENN BADGLEY as JOE GOLDBERG YOU | Season 4

renfarber​:

Ren smiled as her face was peppered with kisses, the fear abating for now. All she felt was safe and warm and happy, and she traced her fingers along his arm, as if to remind herself he was really here. “Good morning,” she whispered, “Just making sure you didn’t sneak off in the night,” she smirked, as though she hadn’t actually been afraid of that. She repositioned herself a bit, a sleepy little hum escaping her as her leg wrapped around his and she gave him a soft kiss. “I called in to work. I need a day to recover.”

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“Morning,” he replied with a lower tember, a crack rolling in his throat. His body so tired that even if vocal cords were spent. He peeked at her, her angelic face shining right at him in the light shining through the curtains. He fought hard to keep his gaze steady as he stopped kissing her face. He hadn’t intended to wake up now, but she was awake and smirking up at him. He’d gather all strength to see the way she was looking at him now. It made him feel like the sun. He propped himself up to hover over her with more stability. “I can’t sneak off while inside you.” He said with a knowing smirk of his own which ended up growing into a unabashed smile. "You need a day to recover?” He questioned as he returned her kiss. He pulled away wanting to hear her repeat it. Leo looked down at himself with a little nod, giving his lower half silent praise to affect her mobility skills. “Does that mean round twelve then? Or is it thirteen?” He asked so smug and proud of himself as he skated his fingertips on her bare arm. 

blakemadden​:

Blake looked at him with a confused if still fearful expression on her face, because he was obviously still angry. She’d seen what he was capable of - to some degree, and didn’t feel like finding out anymore. Still the woman couldn’t help but ask the first question that came to her mind. “And what would grabbing me have changed if it was your baby? Hmm? It wouldn’t have changed anything.” ‘It would kill my wife’ those words were crystal clear evidence of what side of the fence he stood regardless of his cheating because at no point had he shown any concern for her or the baby. Before or after finding out the supposed paternity of it. If anything he had shown concern for himself ahead of anyone else, even if he claimed it was for his wife. Maybe it was a good thing that she’d not told him earlier in her pregnancy because of her fear he would reject their child because he’d done that before he’d even known if he was the dad. “No, I can imagine if she knew that would make things very difficult for you.” The woman muttered.

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“I’m sorry, but If you hadn’t kept your condition a secret then, I wouldn’t have drawn to conclusions.” He said with his voice deepening with icy inflictions. He even pointed at his chest. Leo would always blame someone else for his faults. Especially, if his reactions weren’t warranted. No, only when his actions were praised would he ever own up to himself. But he was truly scared. Being caught was his worst fear because he knew what it meant. Knew what he had to lose and he was happy just right where he was. He listened to her, her words forming a mirror in which he could see his selfishness. But that wasn’t new to the Brooklyn orphan. “Imagine what you want, Blake, but don’t act like you didn’t have a hand in it too.” His voice dropped and but his gaze on her face was impassioned. So many times he had used his body to please hers, and not a single protest or worry over his wife were made during those times.

blakemadden​:

Blake wasn’t a hard person to scare and right now she was terrified by Leo, not to mention the look in his eyes. The grip on her arm faded into the background compared to that because he looked….so angry. Like it was down in the depth of his soul and it made the woman shrink back slightly even before he’d let go of her. When he finally did her bicep was throbbing from the force. Still for some reason she wasn’t willing to let him just back away from her even on this busy underground train, taking a careful step forward towards him now she had some autonomy in her limbs. “Why…why would you grab me like that? I’ve never done anything to you.” Her voice was just loud enough for Leo to be able to hear her even of the din of the train going through the tunnel, her eyes imploring. After all the man in front of her was the father of her child, whatever she’d just told him, and god knows what he might have done if she had admitted the truth. It made her think in the immediate aftermath that she had done the right thing by lying to him, even though by her very nature lying was something the woman never liked doing in the first place.

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When Blake approached him again, he took a half step back as a precaution. It was clear that didn’t trust himself. “I know, I’m—” he shook his head, feeling the fear that his anger cloaked itself with. He looked at her and saw how her beautiful face was contorted with fear. “Please, forgive me, I couldn’t have had the child be mine.” He panted now, feeling his mouth grow drier in the humid train. His brown eyes wide and his hands were tighten with in fists and he wrestled with his emotions. “It would kill my wife. Despite how I’ve treated her— I — don’t want to hurt her.” He sucked in a breath and shook his head. “She can’t know who I am.” One of his fists met with his quad, in the beats of his words, emphasizing the desperation he felt.

blakemadden​:

Humming to herself as she dropped tea bags into the two mugs she’d gotten out for herself and Leo to have tea in, Blake glanced over at where the man stood holding his daughter. He was a natural actually, which some might find surprising considering how he’d reacted to becoming a father and the way their daughter had come to be, but as time passed the woman was coming to understand it wasn’t that shocking at all. Leo doted on the baby and had since she was born three months ago, which filled her mother’s heart everytime she watched it. Pausing for a second with a soft smile playing on her lips, only snapped out of it when the kettle clicked signalling the water had boiled, bringing her attention back to the task at hand. She was in the process of pouring boiling hot water into the second mug when the man’s question was asked, making her almost drop the kettle. “I…what…?” Blake faltered as she set it down on the counter to save herself from danger, hand still gripping the handle, not daring to turn around. “What … why does that matter?”

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Leo watched as Blake froze in place, and he couldn’t help but laugh. It was amusing to him just how doe like Blake still managed to be even though he had met the lustful ridden woman she was inside.“I was just curious,” He said as if it was an obvious reason to ask a question, albeit much too casually. His fire chaotic sign was flaming ever since the passing of his thirty-fourth birthday. “Because Mira’s three months now.” He said bringing his attention to the now sleeping baby girl, he held with just one arm. Mira was now sporting such a full belly now that was covered by a duck onesie. She was denser and no longer felt like the tiny newborn he had met on that fateful day. She was now an infant. He had settled her down slowly in her bassinet for a nap. “That means you should be fine now right? Come on, it’s not an awkward thing to talk to me about.” He encouraged before he moved to sit at a seat nearest to Blake. As soon as he said those words, he heard them, and realized he was asking her to be open with her sex life while he was keeping his closed. But he brushed it off and continued on with his charade. “Spill some tea.”