#[ leyla yilmaz. ]

[bellstrom]

. » DAY TIME ( Family Tradition )

Since Benny began spending more time with Billie, a tradition emerged at her request for family Halloween costumes for the past several years. Inspired by the popularity of "Wednesday" on Netflix, Benny has been given the character GOMEZ ADDAMS for Halloween 2024. He will wear a pinstripe suit with a black bowtie, and his hair will be slicked back, complete with a fake thin mustache. Benny’s tattoos on the side of his neck and the top of his hands make his costume seem even more fitting. With @leylayilmz embodying Morticia Addams (perfectly) and Billie as Wednesday—one would think they're one edgy, perfectly spooky family.

[laurent--stpierre]

@leylayilmazx Dated: 21/10/24. Location: St. Catherine's Hospital.

Part of him didn't want to wake her.

It was difficult to say she looked peaceful when she was uncomfortably propped up against his bed like that. Even more so when her face bore all the tell tale signs of lengthy struggles with exhaustion, stress, doubt...

His fault. His regret.

The Frenchman had woken up for the first time in exactly two months earlier that morning. It'd been a whirlwind of confusion and pain and he'd quickly departed as he slipped back into unconsciousness no more than a few minutes later. Clearly, it'd given them time to call the only fucking person he wanted to see, ready to be there when he eventually decided to give the land of the living another shot. Maybe she was supposed to coax him into staying awake this time. It sure fucking worked.

How much he loved her was the clearest thing he ever remembered knowing.

Laurent felt dead. As though he'd wasted away in the fucking bed, and this was a haunting as opposed to a reunion. For a moment he simply remained motionless, silent, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her body as she slept.

Then he reached out for her. How much of a struggle it was just to raise an arm. To playfully pinch at the end of her nose to let her know that he was there.

And then she moved.

"Lara."

It was a voice, yet somehow felt so detached from himself. Like it wasn't his own. Like it hadn't come from him at all. It wasn't what he was trying to say, it wasn't what he meant, but the rest died somewhere in the back of his throat before he could fix it. Lips parted, the Frenchman tried again, only to be greeted this time by a strained noise instead of anything even remotely incoherent. He was trying. Was he trying? Why was he having to try to fucking speak?

As if he'd lost control of his hand, after a brief moment of it faltering mid-air, the limb crashed down to the metal side of his bed. The pained grunt had fallen from his lips a lot easier than that which'd come before.

What was happening?

"Leyla," he said this time, louder, echoing the frustration that came with hearing it so clearly in his mind but being unable to convey it. The pace of the heart rate monitor beside him increased noticeably. A mirror of his panic. "I'm—" And then the words got stuck again. Empty disconnect. Laurent grimaced, his chest heaved. He once again found the strength to reach out toward her, only to mutter a strained: "Help."

[emine--yalaz]

Text | @leylayilmazx

Emine: We need to talk. Emine: Please.

[cali-cabrera]

Text | Cali & Leyla

Cali: just wanted to check you, the fam and the bakery are ok after the hurricane? Cali: sorry meant to check in earlier but my brain hasn't worked since

[camercnbishop]

starter for: @leylayilmz location: the chaos after the hurricane warning was issued

Cameron stood rooted to the spot for longer than was probably recommended after the festival organizer came on stage to announce that they had received a hurricane warning. He'd been flooded with anxiety at the mention of the danger. Round and round, his thoughts spiraled from the fact that he wasn't with his daughter during this emergency, to the worry over her safety, to the fear that he wouldn't be able to get ahold of her grandmother to find out if they were okay. He couldn't get out of his thoughts, and as the rain began to pelt down on him, he stood there, hyperventilating as jagged breathes sawed in and out of him.

Finally, in a ironic moment of good luck, someone ran straight into him, and the force of the collision snapped Cameron out of his thoughts. He made sure the person was alright before he finally sprung into action. Glancing around him, he joined the surge of people heading for the school. He only made it a few steps before he spotted the girl he now recognized as the woman from the masquerade ball. She was standing in place just like he had been a few moments ago, and as she looked wildly around her, clearly searching for someone, he knew they could relate in their fear for their loved ones.

Closing the distance, he called out over the rage of the storm around them, "Hey, you okay?"

[niaxbailey]

Who: Leyla & Enzo event - summer music fest "Don't take this the wrong way..." Nia looked utterly relieved, half hanging out of her car and catching a glimpse of the other woman. "-but I'm so glad it's you... I'm too cute to get yelled at today." That didn't stop the other cars behind them from honking, but in the mess of festival traffic and the lanes being cut down with bright orange cones and yellow tape - she'd take a fender bender with someone she knew over a random concertgoer. The woman had hard merged last minute, but there hadn't been enough room for her to do so cleanly and her car got a love tap by Leyla's. Having pulled aside as close to the curb as she could for traffic to attempt to be moved around them, Nia grabbed her phone and keys and just barely slipped through the crack of her door to join her friend and survey the damage. "I'm really sorry though, I panicked. The lanes went down to one out of nowhere and I thought I could make it." Nia exhaled, still a little visibly flustered despite her good humor. "So... uh..." she put a finger to her nose. "Not it. I volunteer you as tribute, to call Enzo."

@leylayilmz

[valentincflores]

starter for: @leylayilmz location: briar ridge summer music fest

As the pair walked through the large arch signaling the entrance to the Summer Music Fest, Val let out a steadying breath. She was holding Leyla's hand and gave it a tight squeeze before looking over at her best friend. "Now, repeat after me, I'M A BAD BITCH!" she paused for dramatic effect, waiting for Leyla to repeat after her. "I look hot as heck and I couldn't care less that my baby daddy is performing here today!" Since they'd found out that Cash was performing at the music festival, they'd spent a lot of time shouting similar affirmations in their apartment. Val wasn't about to let her best friend head into day not feeling as confident in herself as she possibly could.

[papaflynn]

sad

📱 LEYLA 🍪🤍

callum: the last time we spoke you asked me about my ex and i sort of froze... I'm sorry about that. I haven't spoke about her in so long I was struggling to know what to say. callum: i should have trusted you as you are so open with me and i hope you know i trust you. i just don't like talking about it because i always get this like burning pain in my throat and then i just shut down. it really hurt. callum: it still hurts. she's never told me why she left and i was so scared. callum: anyway... thank you for being a true friend and watching you with billie is beautiful. you're an amazing mom. if my daughter doesn't have her mom i know she will be okay because of friends and moms like you.

[cashhenley]

VOICEMAIL 📱 ❤️ Sunday, 9/1, afternoon

CASH: Hey, Ley? [strong winds muffle his voice and movements] Fuck, did this go through? [child's voice could be heard, a little girl, scolding him for language] Oh, yeah, sorry honey— you're right that's bad. [he's talking off the phone and winds begin to die down then cut off completely and a door is heard slamming shut] You alright, Lee? Come 'ere let me look at ya. [muffled, distant voices again] Yeah, you're good. Stay away from the windows, okay? Try and stay on that far side of the room and shield yourself with those desks, yeah? [then his voice comes back much stronger] Ley? I don't know if you'll get this— says it's recording so yeah maybe. [distant again and Billie's voice is heard] No, no please stay on the other side of the room. I'm just trying to barricade the door. Your mom's not on the phone, baby, but I'm trying. She's okay, okay? Strongest woman ever, right? [sounds of grinding, furniture moving and him grunting a little and then his voice comes back] I've got Billie, okay? Wherever you are stay there and stay safe. I'm gonna keep her safe, I promise. Do not go outside in this and look for her. Please. I'm— [sound of breaking glass and Billie's scream, he goes distant again] It's okay, it's okay. Just stay crouched there. Pull my jacket tighter around you. Yeah, yeah I'm coming— just a sec. Here, you wanna use this as a flashlight? [cash's voice comes back, there's a bit of a wind sound in the room now but low] We're in one of the classrooms at the sch— [message cuts off]

[isaiahwarren]

WHO — @leylayilmz WHEN — whenever works! WHERE — everything goes

"So," Isaiah began as he made his way into the bookstore and cafe headed right for that girl he knew all too well in high school, "it's been a while since I've been in here. What's good?" Not exactly a loaded question as he was sure she could say anything. "How about you — you good?" A smile was barely hanging on his lips. There was always a nostalgia that surrounded Leyla that would always ache a little. Like a period typed at the end of a sentence. Finality. "I haven't seen you since..." It wasn't the gala, oh, right, it was the grocery store. Of all places. "You got time for an old friend and some coffee?"

[emilmoreno]

drunk

EMIL: cosita linda 🧁✨ EMIL: HELP EMIL: i'm being hunted EMIL: by a real-life cougar 🐈 EMIL: and apaprently she's not swayed by my polite attempt at rejection EMIL: I need ur fake girlfriend superpowers plsssssss EMIL: i'm telling kira the desprate hosuewives shows are more real than we thoguht

[gabevargas]

closed starter for @leylayilmz & @bellstrom location: golden hour beach bar

The bar heaved with people in costumes, drunk and letting loose. Gabe didn't know Briar could throw down like this, and he had to admit he was impressed. The place was popping, and everyone had put in so much effort with the outfits. He had chosen Jason from Friday the 13th to add horror to the night's festivities. Girls found slasher dudes hot, right? That's what Gabe argued when he received a few stares.

It had been a few hours already, and Gabe was already tipsy, texting Benny frantically to get his ass here. His mask lay discarded on the table as thumbs continued to tap his screen, pestering his best friend. He had agreed to some dumb trick-or-treat thing with a local mom and her kid. The thought of which made Gabe shiver. The idea of kids had always terrified him, yet his best friend was running around playing daddy. A far cry from the Benny of the Chicago days.

He felt someone hit his shoulder, and he turned to see a woman in a suit with what appeared to be an inflatable alien by her feet—the things you could only see on Halloween. "I think you dropped your buddy," Gabe teased, holding up the alien. His eyes finally took her in, and a smirk spread over his lips, dimples showing. "Women in black, huh? Sexy..." There was something undeniably attractive about a woman in a suit, the power. "Can I get you a drink?"

[nora-berkeley]

@leylayilmazx Event: Valentine's Day Auction. Time: After Party.

"Wait until St. Catherine's hears about this. She's not a regular mom, she's a hot mom who can still snag aesthetically pleasing Italian men on the weekends."

[emine--yalaz]

Emine: There is an audition for a cellist at The Barbican Centre.

Emine: I'm thinking about going.

[cali-cabrera]

drunk.. (is this the right acc HAHAHAHAH ily)

Cali: it s happeming againnnn Cali: y this happennning im 36 Cali: i think Cali: help Cali: can't find my thing Cali: what goes on your to Cali: SHOES Cali: had a dirty dream last night Cali: was marco Cali: y not idris elvba Cali: might be dyng

@leylayilmz

[odilestpierre]

ODILE 📱 LEYLA

Odile: Are you sure you're going to be okay for three days? I can always cancel, and not go? Odile: Maybe I shouldn't... Odile: But I think so many of us not showing our faces won't be good for press. And, holding the title of socialite in "charity" events means I have to show some decorum...ugh. Odile: If you call, I come straight back, okay?