Them are some fighting words, Leo. And she will fight your ass.
It really isn’t they’re so bad for each other.
She started laughing, “Because you actually believe I give a damn about what you think of what I do when you’re not around. Or when I think you’re not around, I mean. Given I had absolutely no FUCKING clue you’d be there. I don’t care, Leo…I don’t care. I DON’T CARE!” She shouted. “My life doesn’t revolve around you and your fucking ego. It never did.” She rolled her eyes at him and gritted her teeth as he grabbed her wrist and she tried to pull away, but that was getting harder by the second. “Really? I don’t?” She whispered and brought her free hand up to punch him in the face so she had enough time to shove him away so she could get into the kitchen. She grabbed the knife and pointed it at him. “I don’t have it in me to stab you? Is that what you said? I have enough anger in my body to fuel an army right now, Leo. I’m not the one that fucking showed up at your apartment raging because I saw you flirting with some cunt at a bar. You can do whatever the fuck you want with your life and I get that privilege all the same. Get out…” She said and pointed the knife at the door. “…or I’m calling the police. You don’t own anything in this apartment anymore, your name was never even on the goddamn lease. So you can’t say I’m trying to kick you out of your own home. You don’t. Fucking. Live. Here.” She said as she stepped up in his face and pressed the tip of the knife against the front of his throat with a small smile on her lips.
Jesus, for such a small fucking thing she was loud. “You don’t care…,” Leo whispered, letting out a small laugh of disbelief. “You don’t fucking care,” he repeated once again, his voice a sharp hiss this time around. How the fuck had this even happened? How the hell had they ended up like this? “MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE A DUMB BITCH, MIA. YOU KNOW THAT? YOU’RE A DUMB FUCKING BITCH.” He hollered just as her fist connecting with his jaw. Warm brown eyes darkening into what looked like a deep and vengeful shade of black, Leonidas seethed, striding after the female. “I’m fucking terrified, Mia.” He rolled his eyes at the knife being held out at him. “You aren’t gonna do shit,” he mocked, shoulders slumped casually. This was another one of her pathetic acts. Did she really think she could frighten him with a few threatening words. “Fuck you— In fact, fuck who you want, you’re a whore. I don’t give a shit. You’re a filthy slut, worn out fuck.” He emphasized, smirking arrogantly as the tip of the knife grazed against the skin of his throat. Swallowing, Leonidas nipped down on his lower lip. “You’re not gonna do it, babe. I know you—” He whispered, hand carefully reaching up to grasp her wrist. “Put the knife down, Mia. Put the fucking knife down.” He ordered, narrowed glare knifing into her cold glare.
whispers candice swanepoel or nina dobrev
i have to read this book for an essay (i’ve been putting it off for days now) i’m going to do that and then i’ll be back to do replies
He was drunk. Jaz knew the signs, she’d been a professional at this, and though someone else wouldn’t have spotted it, the slightly slurred words, or the almost stumble- she picked up on it. She wasn’t sure who needed holding now- Penny or him, but she let it slide. She was after all his daughter, though she could barely keep the righteous indignation out of her voice and she found herself returning a small smile without saying a thing. She wasn’t sure she was supposed to mention that her boss smelt like a brewery. She wasn’t even sure she understood what having a boss meant, she’d spent her whole life working at design houses and magazines. This was a very different sort of client-worker relationship. She was still navigating.
Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t need this job that made the words leave her mouth eventually. Though not before Pen gave his hair a good yank and an almost childish giggle left her lips. “Penny… don’t.” She gave the girl a small smile and wink. She chuckled softly. “Under the weather? Is that what they’re calling it these days? Cloudy with a chance of Methuselah aged scotch?” The comment her lips without hesitation and she didn’t quite know how to move on from them. She’d always been bad at abiding with lies. Never had the patience with them. “I’ll give you a hand.. it’s almost nap time anyway- then maybe I’ll make you a coffee afterwards? Black?” She spoke with an authoritative non-chalance that was almost her signature tone. “My outfits hanging in the closet, I don’t wear Givenchy for bath time. Learnt my lesson the hard way. But you are right… I’ll go change, how about you dry her off and get a nappy on her, yeah?” She sauntered out of the room, into the small nappy station set up in the nursery. She’d almost invited him to help her, change- but he was entirely too drunk, and she was entirely too tempted by him. She could hear the little girls squeal of glee as she shrugged on todays outfit, Givenchy shirt, skin tight black trousers-heels and all. She was probably the most put together nanny in the entire city. Despite the bath time routine, her hair was still in place- she looked flawless. Despite the job- and her lack of direction at the moment, she was still herself. She strode into the room and walked towards Penny, beaming at the young child. “What do you want for pyjamas then… Pink today? Green?” She walked to the dresser and pulled out a onesie. “Pink!” She exclaims, her excitement making the little girl clap her hands. “What do you think then Daddy, Pink?”
Green glare narrowing at her remark, Lennon bit down harshly on his lip. “No sleep and fever is what I heard they called it.” He responded defensively, voice growing harsh. He should have known better than to hire a smart mouth. “I can take care of myself,” Lennon declined. He’d been doing it long before Jaz had come along. Besides, he’d paid her to look after his daughter, not him. “Actually—” he paused, his nose brushing against Penny’s wet cheek. “Black it is,” he corrected himself before laying a kiss on his daughter’s cheek as she giggled softly into his ear. Coffee would be nice now that he thought about it. Something to bring his muddled senses back to life, so he didn’t spend the rest of the day sprawled helplessly on the floor somewhere in the large house. Taken aback by the authoritative tone in her voice, Lennon was surprised as he threw a nod back in her direction. He hadn’t even bothered to rebuttal that time around. Wasn’t it him who was supposed to be barking out orders for her to follow? Not the other way around.
"Alright, let’s go get a diaper on, baby." He grinned, handling Penny with one arm as he carefully sped up, hands mimicking the movements of an airplane as she laughed hysterically in his arms, Lennon finally lay her down on the changing station ahead of him. "Alright Penny," Lennon nodded, tickling her belly. "Daddy’s gonna need your help right now." He asked, his gaze darting around to locate the diapers. He’d done this enough times before, of course, most of the time he happened to be sober and— Someone had moved the fucking diapers. "Lay still for me, Princess." Lennon begged, stumbling forward before bending over to hastily swipe the diapers from the ground. "Found them!" He exclaimed, quite proud of himself. Hands slightly shaky, Lennon inhaled a long breath. It took him about three tries before the diaper finally sat on his daughter’s bottom. Tilting his head to the side to make sure he hadn’t screwed it up like the last two, Lennon grinned in satisfaction before abruptly dropping the package of diapers in his hand to the floor at Jaz’s sudden arrival. "Jesus—” he hissed under his breath. She was way too happy. Not to mention way too good at the job. Which should’ve been a good thing except that Lennon found himself slightly jealous. First Augustus and now Jaz. Everyone seemed to be better at the parenting thing than him apparently. “Stop clapping, Penny.” Lennon rolled his eyes, knowing well enough that she would ignore him. “Pink is nice,” he mumbled, moving over to bed in the room before limply flopping back on it. Perching himself up on his elbows, Lennon allowed his his gaze to wander over Jaz. “Why are you slaving me for me? You don’t seem to look like you need to slave for anybody.” He asked observantly, letting his green eyes linger over her designer attire.
After parties are one of Callie’s favorite yet least favorite parts about the modeling industry. The highlights of the nights were getting drunk off your ass, a little dancing, and by the end of the night getting laid. They were her least favorite mostly because she had to meet the industry professionals. They always had some dry joke which she felt obliged to laugh at. “Cute doesn’t even begin to describe me,” she exclaimed confidently. “As for the threesome, sharing really is not my thing,” the girl shook her head taking a sip of her drink. “You must be the famous hubby Lennon. I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said taking a quick look up and down of the boy. It was more like Carina never stopped talking about being married. Not like Callie cared that her best friend was married at twenty and she was still single. She was enjoying the single life.
Attention diverting from his wife, Lennon looked over the brunette who had fluttered into the conversation. Pale cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink, Lennon shook his head, letting out a weak laugh. Damn, she wasn’t supposed to hear that. “Me either,” Lennon smirked, attempting to conceal the blush on his face. Arm wrapping around Carina to protectively pull her into his own embrace, Lennon grinned. “I like to keep her to myself.” He smiled affectionately, pressing a short kiss to Carina’s head. “And you must be the friend. Carina’s slipping. I hadn’t heard much about you until tonight, actually.” Lennon teased, giving her a small shrug. “Nice to meet you, congratulations on the show.” Lennon smiled politely. He would have offered her a handshake but truth be told, with the countless number of hands already thrown in his direction, his was ready to go limp. “You looked great, although I’m sure you’re sick of hearing that tonight.”
its bc phoenix was bringing him down tbh
now he can spread his wings free
stop phennon is otp
he’s flying a little too much, someone needs to shoot him down