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rorykent​:

Rory couldn’t seem to find the exit fast enough, scared the tears would fall before she managed to find the door. That someone would notice and ask if she was alright. That Marcus would stop her, asking her to come back. To hear another explanation. The one he’d given still rung in her ears. They were married, but it didn’t matter. It was for their parents, that’s all. Each confession given so casually that she questioned if she’d heard him correctly. If it was fair that it hurt to hear, that her stomach twisted at the thought of him with someone else. She attempts to mask the hurt as she passes Leo on her trek to the door, barely shaking her head at his question. “I—I’m gonna get going. I’ll um, I’ll text you when I’m home.” // @leo-hastings

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As Leo was making rounds around the house, he wondered whether Len actually knew everyone here personally. There were faces he’d never come across before, neither at Daddy’s or around  town. However, there was one perky face he still hadn’t seen since the party began and instinctively, Leo began to feel uneasy. He checked his phone once more, his first few texts to Rory still unanswered. He was about to call her when she eventuated in front of him. “Hey, where have you been?” With his initial confusion, Leo hadn’t registered her uncharacteristic expression, until she was at the front door. “What? Hey...” She had snaked her way behind him, out the door before they had even made eye contact. Leo followed, rushing to get in front of his best friend. “Are you okay? What happened?”

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texts | rory & leo

rory: hi i'm scouring the internet on my break for new ep ideas

rory: ((yes i did google that word to make sure i spelled it correctly. apple said no the first 3x))

rory: what if we watched the icarly reboot

rory: you know, for work

leo: that word looks wrong for some reason the vibes are off

leo: no

leo: i put my foot down at icarly

leo: i would rather wizards of waverly place

leo: for work yk

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margo-richards​:

“A Margo-rita?” She questioned with a laugh, shaking her blonde locks softly as they approached one of the bars that had been set up around the venue. “Sure, why not?” Directing her order towards the bartender with a grin, “and he’ll have,” raising a brow over at the boy as she turned back towards Leo. Their drinks arrived promptly without much wait time at all, before the two moved out of the way of other eager partygoers in desperate need of a beverage. “To answer your question,” Margo began as they walked towards nowhere, “I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m lost, however, I did lose Rory pretty much as soon as we got here.” She brought her cup up to her lips, letting her eyes wander around and observe the crowd that had congregated for the event. “What about you? Aren’t you supposed to be spinning tracks? Is that what it’s called?”

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“You don’t think that’s funny? I think it’s quite hilarious.” He wasn’t sure sometimes how parties got managed in the Hype House. The man serving everyone drinks appeared to be a bartender, perhaps someone Mick hired for Len’s birthday. It was also very possible that this was a random partygoer that had taken it upon himself to dish out drinks to everyone else, without prompt. “Uh, I’ll just grab my own beer from the fridge,” he answered the makeshift bartender’s silent query. “It’s easy to get lost in this house. I still get lost sometimes and I live here.” Leo made his way over to the formidable fridge, retrieving a can of Miller Lite. “Strangely enough, I haven’t seen Rory yet. Is she actually here?” He almost spit his drink out of his nose at Margo’s words. “If we’re back in the ‘80s. Eh, I’m assuming everyone in this house has Spotify Premium. I’m just here to enjoy myself. Why, were you expecting a show? Because you’re a big fan?”

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ozvicario​:

If it weren’t for the eyes the size of a flying saucer, the smell of him would’ve given the other male away. Amusement spread across his lips as easy as Leo’s legs stretched across the couch as he joined him. Oz could have said anything in that moment and there was a fifty-fifty coin flip that he’d believe him. Deciding to test the theory, Oz shook his head. “So you’re telling me you weren’t looking up the health benefits of manscaping or where to buy a,” he shook his head, trying to generate a random toy, “beyblade?” Oz lifted his hand. “You know what, I don’t want to know how those two things are connected,” he said, shaking his head. Running a hand through his hair, he thought back at the password. “You told me last time we were working on a set. Speaking of,” Oz sat up in his seat, “I never got to hear the end of it. You ever finish?”

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At some point in his life, Leo had convinced himself that he was a mind-reader or at the very least, more nebulously, a reader of people. It was a baseless self-assertion, rooted in a misplaced confidence, nonetheless. But it was times like this when his confidence found its cracks. “A Beyblade?” Confusion dominated his demeanour as he fumbled around on his laptop, seeking evidence for Oz’s claims. “I haven’t even thought of Beyblades in years. Or have I?...” It would have been curious in other circumstances why the former accusation wasn’t the one being questioned by Leo. “I have been working on something,” he confirmed quietly, directed more towards himself to confirm this particular semblance of reality. “It should be here, actually...” It took a few moments of perusing to reach frustration. “I can’t find it. Maybe I accidentally deleted it. I don’t remember. I think I need to keep track of things better.”

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len-covello​:

“You’re not drinking?” Len asked, swiping the edge of her thumb along the curved line of her bottom lip, cleaning up the colour she’d painted on it. “Do you promise to still drive recklessly so I can get a little adrenaline thrill on the way over? Dom’s locking up the liquor from employees, I need to get my kicks somehow.” She stood, grabbing a bag hanging on her chair and bounding past him. “I want you to drive so fast that I feel like my brain is gonna turn to pudding inside my skull.”

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“I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of anything more,” Leo nodded, always one to follow through with such heedless promises. “I’m trying to be a good boy, Len. Drinking and driving is apparently quite frowned upon in civil society.” It didn’t come as a surprise that Dom had decided to tighten his leash. The man was meticulous in his boundaries which, although a point of disagreement in Leo’s eyes, was a big factor in the venue’s success. “Sounds kinky. Let’s go.”

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stellamcnroe​:

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒  goodbye  to  her  company  for  the  evening  ,  watching  as  friends  slip  off  into  an  uber  together  .  although  they  were  ready  to  call  it  a  night  she  was  far  from  doing  the  same  ,  a  decent  buzz  coursing  through  her  system  and  a  dress  too  nice  to  be  wasted  at  home  .  it’s  the  sound  of  her  name  from  behind  her  that  causes  the  brunette  to  turn  around  ,  eyes  lighting  up  at  the  sight  of  leo  standing  outside  the  bar  she  was  just  in  .  “  hey  !  out  actually  ,  my  friends  decided  to  call  it  a  night  and  leave  me  all  by  my  lonesome  ––––––  are  you  playing  tonight  ?  ”

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“I’m not actually, it’s my lucky night off.” It was funny how chance seemed to veer so close to fate sometimes. “They called it a night already? Your friends don’t sound like they know how to really party.” Leo peered at his watch, wrist lifted solely to emphasise his point. “Well, my night’s only just begun. I don’t know about you but I’m ready to let loose a little. I feel like we deserve it.” With a wink, he began on his concrete trek to a nearby bar.

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hollis-campbell​:

Hollis laughed louder, dodging the cup with everything but the top of his shoulder. Leftover beer spilled down his back, a baby dribble and he shakes with a mirth only drunkenness’ could offer. “I’m sure it’s your own sobriety holdin’ you back here, friend. Here!” The extra solo cup he thrusts forward has clearly spilled one too many times on it’s journey over, the beer inside yellow and undoubtedly lite. “Chug your way to my level!” He winks, gesturing back towards where the rest of hype house is dancing.  “Is this like, where you live then?”

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Even in his own nest, Leo was foolish. The beer dribbled down to the floorboards, sticky, and someone else’s problem. “If it’s a challenge, I accept.” The drink Hollis had offered wasn’t warm, but it was close to room temperature. Even so, Leo downed it in the blink of an eye, with nights in Ibiza having lowered his standards for what counts as something drinkable. “It is,” he nodded, “ well, most of the time. Other times I’m at Rory’s. I should probably be paying rent for two different properties. But a pretty face gets you somewhere, huh?” In jest, Leo placed the empty cup upside down on the other male’s head. “Let’s get another.”

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texts | rory & leo

rory: can you have your people call my people to set up a calendar invite? am i more logan paul or mayweather? be honest

rory: there's just more and more conditions every day 😔 is there a rule book? should i be taking notes?

rory: but you won't cook them for me, ic 😔 more flavor, more time, no love 😔😔😔

rory: laurie trusts him - well, enough to hire him...idk if i told him we went on a date 😬

rory: a rly rly good date...he found me at the party, that seems like a good sign, right?

rory: yeah yeah. i'll text you if we stop for food somewhere? you're gonna be stealing from my order anyways, might as well ask you what you'll want

leo: idk which is the worse one to be but i would probably rather be mayweather so you're logan paul

leo: have your people call my people to send over your people these rules

leo: i don't like these forced domesticated roles free me

leo: well that depends if you told him your whereabouts or if he's been stalking you

leo: would hit different

leo: ok lmk

leo: and ping your location later so i know where you are

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Op literally holds his own hand in couples tiktoks but go off

pls hold my hand

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Op literally would smash me in fortnite but go off

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Op literally puts people on hold to make them listen to his music but go off

and you’re welcome

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Op literally looks like he got invited back into Ketlar said “ok” and moved all his shit back in

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Op literally looks like he could never decide who to pick during duck duck goose and kept tapping people on the head for five minutes but go off

i believe in equality

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nikmoreau​:

She lays an inked, ringed hand across her heart. “I’m wounded. Musical masturbation’s not my jam.” Leave that to Gabe, goes said silently—a knowing smile shared for their favourite diva. “We’re up next. Thanks for warming up the crowd for us.” Leo’s set ended, they pick their way through the tangle of bodies towards the bar. “What’s it like?” She has to raise her voice to be heard. “Here versus home?”

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“Nah, you’re right, lyrical sexy times are better with company. Takes two to tango and all that.” Much like him and his brother, he and Nik were of different musical breeds but there was a familiarity in the shared comfort of music. “You’re making it sound like I’m the opener. Don’t let fame get to your head, Nik.” He offered a smile, warm but fleeting. “It’s different. Small town vibes, not really my thing. But this is temporary anyway, always has been.”

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texts | rory & leo

rory: [ reply to "Congratulations on the achievement, Aurora!" ] i know you're going to text me this on my birthday, and i want you to know that we will be fighting 😔 😔

rory: mhm. real friends, leo. how many of us???

rory: i say this with love, but does mick think you cook?

rory: it's been TWELVE years

rory: uh huh, i think i'm more sober than you might be, babe.

rory: i'm gonna go explore the island for a bit but i'll be back before you finish your set?

rory: i'm not going alone, dw. marcus is here with me 🥰 we're just gonna walk around

leo: ok throw those dukes up my girl

leo: u can't use that line back on me i'm sensitive

leo: I CAN COOK

leo: i can cook two minute noodles in three minutes because time is love and love is flavor

leo: marcus?

leo: do you trust him?

leo: don't wander too far or i'll send the dogs out on the hunt

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hollis-campbell​:

where: the full moon party who: @leo-hastings​

“Hey DJ!” He tosses an empty cup towards the taller boy stepping down from the mixtable, swaying rather noticeably. “Ya gonna play anything good?”  He’s letting loose something of a giggle between the words, eyes far too jovial for any taunt to be taken seriously as he swings himself nearer.  “By good I’m thinkin like…Toto by Africa or maybe a bit of Nickelback? You know, something to really get the blood pumpin’.”  He offers Leo a grin far too wide on a face far more intoxicated.

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The last thing Leo expected when he left the stage was a show of hatred; an empty cup flying in his direction. It wasn’t until he recognized the singsong tune of a voice that he let his guard down. He picked up the cup now at his feet, hurling it back with his throwing arm. “Fuck off,” he muffled through laughter. “Wanna ruin my career before it’s even reached its peak?” Leo decided he was far too sober if he’d noticed how drunk Hollis was. “I’m on break. Help me catch up to your level?”