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🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day?

A cold beer, a hot shower and Peyton rubbing his back while they watch a movie on the couch.

👶 - As a kid, what were they like?

Leo has always been the peacemaker of the group. He was never one to start fights, listen to gossip or involve himself in situations where he didn’t belong. Instead he went with the flow and was really easy-going. Well, that was until he started high school.

🏠 - What does their living space look like?

Leo lives in Tangerine with Lucas. Their apartment isn’t big, with just barely enough space to accommodate their broad shoulders and bags they lug in and out everyday. He tries to keep it clean, but the only time he’s ever really home is to sleep so there isn’t much he actually gets done.

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🍑 - Favorite fruit

Bananas and blueberries are Leo’s go-to fruits. Blueberries mostly because he can toss a bunch in his mouth at once.

🚔 - Have they ever broken the law?

Leo’s gotten a handful of parking tickets and one speeding ticket, but that’s the extent of his criminal history.

🎹 - Do they play any instruments?

Nope. Not one musical bone in his body. However, his household was very musical growing up, his parents playing piano and the guitar.

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🍑 - Favorite fruit 🍰 - Do they eat healthy or do they like junk food? ☕ - Tea or Coffee?  How do they take theirs? 🎵- Favorite song 🔪 - Have they ever killed someone? 🍴- Favorite meal 🎩 - Usual outfit 🏠 - What does their living space look like? 🚿 - Do they like hot or cold showers? 🏨 - Sleeping position 🚔 - Have they ever broken the law? 🏃 - Are they athletic? 💐 - Favorite type of flower 🎹 - Do they play any instruments? 🎨 - Artistic ability 🏥 - Has they ever gotten seriously ill? 💤 - Do they like sleeping in or waking up early? 🕕 - The longest they’ve ever been awake 🔎 - Random detail about them 💢 - Something other’s do that gets on their nerves 🚬 - Do they drink/do drugs? 👶 - As a kid, what were they like? 🍭 - Do they have a sweet tooth? 🎂 - How old are they? 🎤 - Can they sing? 🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day? 💕 - Parents 🍙 - Favorite snack 💀 - What are they afraid of?

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rose-harmon​:

“Trying to stay from bars.” Rose shrugged, knowing Leo wasn’t familiar with her recent struggles. Though she was sure Peyton from crudely mentioned it to him. “I’m… uh,” She scratched at the back of her neck uncomfortable, “I’m working on getting clean and sober. 7 days so far and working at a bar again… probably wouldn’t help.” She’d talk about it at length in meetings and with Lark and the general consensus was that it would be best to stay away. 

It wasn’t long after they found themselves at The Giant Peach and after placing their orders and watching Lian color, the question she was waiting for finally came. Rose pulled her hand away from where she had been pointing on Lian’s paper menu and cleared her throat. Rose leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, not as defiance but more so as protection for herself. Figuring, he’d heard Peyton’s victimized version, she could understand his less than friendly tone. “I overreacted.” She admitted, knowing that the effects of her drinking and her drug abuse had led her to face off Peyton and jump into a situation without analyzing. “I saw her out with some guy and I… overstepped and confronted her when I went over to give her drink order.” There was another sigh that passed her lips, dropping her gaze as she spoke up again. “And we argued for a bit. We both said things.” She debated explaining what was said, but what was the point of that. Rose went after Peyton for how she treated Leo, Peyton went after Rose for everything she was. But there was no point in that. “Then she brought up Finley, my dead girlfriend,” Her gaze shifted to Leo then, unsure if she had ever told him about her or if he had heard the news from the Peacher. “And what happened with her and I… I lost it.” It was then her gaze dropped as her heart gave a painful lurch in her chest. Her nails dug into the skin of her arm and while it was getting easier to deal with Finley’s memory, it was still painful. Nauseating every time she was forced to relive the worst moment of her life. “I can take insults, I’ve been called every derogatory term you can think of. It comes with living the way I have. But Peyton knew what happened… how Finley died and I didn’t expect her to even go that low and bring her up. I mean… she’s dead so I thought there was some sort of respect rule or whatever but she brought it up and I didn’t even realize I had punched her until she shrieked and my knuckles burned.”

Hazel hues avoided Leo at all cost and instead looked around the diner, suddenly far too uncomfortable and feeling almost claustrophobic there. “See, here’s the thing, Leo. I’m a drug addict and an alcoholic. I know my faults. I have my secrets and I have my dark past. I’m a messed up person. I’m nosy and overbearing and a loud-mouth and overprotective of the people I care about because I’ve lost enough people in life and I’ve seen enough people I care about get hurt. So yeah, I verbally came after your girlfriend and I probably said things I shouldn’t have . And yeah, I’m protective over you. But I wouldn’t have hit her if she hadn’t crossed a very big line so whatever version you were told, it’s up to you to piece together the story. You know both of us and honestly, if you don’t want to be around me after all of this, I’d get it. I’m not here to make you believe my story or take sides or whatever but you asked.” Rose inhaled shakily, unsure why this whole thing was hitting her so hard. Maybe it was cause being clean and sober made her feel everything all that more. There was no numbing. No cushion for the world and she was still learning how to live without that. Her throat tightened and she sniffed, discreetly running her finger under eyes as she collected herself. “She’s not this sweet angel either, Leo. She’s mean and nasty and she picks at people’s weakness and has no sense of boundaries but she’s yours and I get that. I don’t know what you expected to find out but that’s it.” Despite the heaviness that now surrounded her and how much she wanted to rush out of the booth and run to a meeting or Lark or hell, to a drink or chase a high, Rose instead forced a soft smile at Leo’s son as he looked up her and pointed to what he had been coloring. 

A couple days had already passed since Leo picked Peyton up from the police department. Had he seen Rose right away, he was certain he wouldn’t have been as calm, coo or collected as he was. But he’d had time to listen, sit with the Peyton’s side of the story and try his best to understand the situation. So instead of barking at Rose for starting a fight with his girlfriend, instead Leo sat and listened, his fingers fiddling with a napkin in front of him. I overstepped. I saw her with some guy. We both said things. He simply nodded along until she mentioned a woman named Finley. He’d heard whispers of Rose’s ex-girlfriend in the days following the BBQ, but he’d never spoken to her about it, deciding she had more than enough on her plat to deal with at the time. But to hear that Peyton had used this against her during their fight was unexpected, changing everything he’d taken in as facts from Peyton. Leo cleared his throat and turned his eyes to Lian, making sure he was still too preoccupied with his colouring to listen to their rather inappropriate conversation. Was it right for him to apologize on Peyton’s behalf? He didn’t think so. So rather than utter false apologies he simply said, “Sound like you both said things that you should’ve minded your own business and kept your mouths shut.” His words seemed hard, but he tried his best to cut the edge from his tone, stating facts rather than attacking. He was sorry, of course he was. But the fight was between the two red-heads, he was simply caught in the cross-fire, a catalyst that sent the boulder rolling down the hill.

“If you two are gonna fight, keep me out of it. You can fight about anything you want, except our relationship because that’s none of your business. I know you said the thins you did because you care about me, I’m not unaware of that. But whatever goes on between me and Pey is something we need to deal with. It was unfair of her to go after Finley, but this fight should’ve have stared in the first place, Rose,” he said sternly, getting it off his chest. Leo watched Rose’s reaction carefully, watching for any sign of anger, offence or sadness. He hadn’t spoke with any ill-intent or malice, but matter-of-factly, hoping to set the record straight now and for any events in the future. He was a grown man, and while she’d helped to shed a light on a weak point in their relationship, it wasn’t up to Rose to butt in.

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peytonainsworth​:

It was an all too familiar feeling. Being possessed, being wanted. Except when Leo was possessive, it was for all the right reasons rather than the wrong ones she’d experienced. Men always wanted to be close to her and remain that way. Keep her on a short leash with their heavy, black credit cards dangling in front of her face. They wanted her as property, hands snaking beneath her skirt without so much as an utterance of permission and gripping the back on her neck when she said something they didn’t like. God, it felt like a lifetime ago for Peyton now looking back. Leo had saved her from that and he was only possessive not because she was his property but his prize. Something so valuable to him that he’d strived so hard to get and now that she was so close, he didn’t want to let her go. It was comforting to be truthful. To know that someone loved her enough to care whether she stayed or went. So why did she abuse the power she had? It was far more complex than she could ever articulate but the simple answer was: Peyton liked the attention.

Listening to Leo rant made her stomach sour. He was right, she should have called him to come to her work that day. She shouldn’t have been talking to Sebastian at all let alone participating in Bring Your Affair to work day. But as he began mentioning Ilia and Rose, she couldn’t help but project her own feelings onto him. She was just as jealous as he was, only her angered envy was out of guilt. “If you want to go move boxes with your baby mama so bad, go right ahead. Better yet, if you want the girl who did this to me to help you at the garage because I’m busy with work. Go ahead, Leo, by all means.” Peyton crossed her arms across her chest with an amused chuckle leaving her pouted lips. She knew that wasn’t what he was trying to get at by any means but a lapse in emotional maturity lead her to snapping right back. 

Leo’s laundry list of questions made Peyton sink back in her seat, staring out into the dimly lit street. It was hard to say for certain what she did to boost Sebastian’s confidence. Perhaps it was the lingering eye contact or maybe it was her letting him stand between her parted thighs as she sat on his kitchen countertop. There were so many incriminating things that made him want her but Peyton couldn’t admit to that without losing what Leo and herself had worked so hard for. “I’m not your fucking ex-girlfriend, Leo. You’re supposed to trust me not project whatever she did to you onto me.” Peyton flailed her arms with a defeated shrug. Her voice was tinged with irritation. It was difficult not being trusted, but there was something about it that made her want to stray away more so. Distrust made her sneaky, it was a vicious cycle. “There’s nothing happening. If you don’t believe me, I’ll literally block his number. Is that what you want? Will that make you feel better?” Peyton asked, her tone condescending as she rifled through her phone and scrambled to find Captain Sebastian. She took a deep breath before blocking the number, dropping the phone into the cupholder immediately after doing so and looking up at Leo. “There. Now its just me and you. Do you feel better now?” Peyton couldn’t help but roll her eyes, shaking her head as she laid back against the headrest. She knew inside she’d unblock it as soon as he left which probably validated all of his points. 

As Leo circled the car to let her out, it was clear this argument wasn’t calming down. She flinched at his words as she ducked out of the car, practically whimpering as she closed her lids. “About anything!” Peyton finally snapped back. Her initial answer would have been about us but the thought of this being the cause of their break-up made her heart ache. As he ushered her inside, Peyton ran her hands through her messy hair. She hadn’t even realized how badly her hands were trembling, how they shook despite anything being voluntary. Was it from her sustained injuries or the emotions piling up? Either way, she needed to repress the pain whether physical or emotional. The redhead made her way up to her bedroom and made her way over to her mirror where she looked at herself hesitantly. The mere sight made her chin quiver, eyes beginning to form tears as she looked at all of the dried blood staining her clothing as well as her skin. One tear poured over onto her cheek and she simply pushed it away before pulling her sweater over her head. It was difficult to exert energy she didn’t have, feeling an ache in her back and ribs that she hadn’t yet discovered as she lifted up her top. The girl winced as she dropped the cashmere fabric onto the floor, turning so she could see the purpling bruises on her back from falling onto the table. Shaking her head, Peyton then undressed with her eyes closed before slipping into her red black satin robe before being seated on the edge of her bed. 

Peyton hadn’t even heard the water running as she tucked her arms crossed against her stomach, staring at her discarded clothing on the floor. She hadn’t even heard Leo’s voice until he entered her bedroom, finally registering what he said. “Thank you.” The girl murmured as she slowly crept past his, eyes still glued to the ground. Typically, Leo would have been joining her in their own attempt to save water. But she was sure it wasn’t even worth asking him to join. Peyton wanted to stroll past him into the bathroom without paying him mind but her aching heart urged her to touch him. So she did. Her delicate fingers gently curled around his bicep before she leaned up and pecked him on the cheek, lips lingering a little too long as they trembled from the pain on her cut touching his warm skin. The act was very reminiscent of their night at the lake after they’d skinny dipped when she was getting into the car. Except now, she wasn’t quite sure where they stood. “I’ll be back.” The girl sniffled before taking off into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. 

When Peyton returned to her bedroom, she looked considerably better. There was no long blood taking up real estate on her pale skin however the bruising had begun to consume her under eye. The girl sheepishly made her way over to her bed as she tied her robe tightly to pinch her waist. She climbed into her bed slowly beside Leo. Usually she’d waste no time climbing onto his chest and laughing as he complained that her towel dried hair was soaking the cotton on his tee shirt. But the atmosphere was unfortunately a lot colder.  Sitting up against the pillows, she waited for him to open up the first aid kit. “Thank you for picking me up,” She finally said after sitting momentarily in silence. “I know you didn’t expect your girlfriend to be million dollar baby..” Peyton laughed softly as her own joke, her laughter quickly fading out and fleeting. “The, uh, the whole ride home I was just imaging.. it’s stupid. But I was just imagining that that’s what you would look like if you were picking up our kids from their first party. Super disappointed but I’m hard on your because I love you dad, I think you have it down pat..” She shyly smiled at Leo as she laid her hand atop his knee. 

“Girlfriend or ex-girlfriend, it doesn’t matter much in this case because you’re treating me the exact same way she did,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “Doesn’t that make it worse? That my own girlfriend is making me feel the same way that my ex did with all the secrets, sneaking out and so-called friends that are waiting for the right moment to swoop in and take you for themselves?” Leo never forced anyone to do things they didn’t want to. So he wasn’t going to make her block his number, force er to stop seeing the guy or speak to him. He wasn’t the law and she didn’t have to listen to his concerns, how their relationship impacted theirs or stop doing anything. Because if she wanted to, she would. If she wanted to stop talking to him, she would. If she wanted to stop seeing him, calling him, talking to him for the sake of their relationship and his feelings, she would. And it was saddening to think but maybe whatever she had with Sebastian far outweighed whatever they had. Leo tried to shake away the intrusive thoughts and bring himself back to reality, but the truth was these were the questions and thoughts that plagued his mind since she first uttered the Brit’s name. Peyton’s irritated and sarcastic tone tainted her actions and Leo kept his eyes facing forward. “Now?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Great, thanks for the update. Glad to know that now, after all these months, its finally just me and you.” He sourly wondered how long it would take for her to unblock his number. Maybe 24 hours. Tops.

Leo waited patiently on the edge of the bed as Peyton showered away a long night, relaxed her tense muscles and took some time for herself. Despite the rocky terrain of there relationship and the uncertain one she had with Sebastian, he was worried about her and the injuries sustained during her brawl at the Graveyard. The cut on her lip looked worse than it actually was while the purple bruising beginning to peak through her porcelain skin would need a couple days to heal. Nothing some ice and makeup couldn’t handle. Yet he shrugged to wrap his mind around the fact that the fight began because of him, well, how she treated him. The truth was, on one hand he was upset with Rose hat she’d stuck her nose in their relationship when she should’ve been minding their business and doing her job, but on the other, he was almost thankful that she cared enough to call out his girlfriend in such a public setting. He wasn’t going to pick sides, but their altercation shined a light on something he should’ve been paying more attention on from the very beginning. Ignorance was bliss and he had been living in his own little fantasy. Alone.

The mechanic had been laying on top of the blankets on his side of the be when she returned from the shower, the scent of soap trailing behind her as she settled on the bed next to him. But rather than open his arms and pull her against his chest, Leo sat up and opened the plastic first-aid kit he’d brought up from her kitchen. His fingers worked to find the alcohol, antibiotic ointment for her knuckles and the bandages as he listened while she spoke. “The party would be at my house to prevent me ever having to go pick them up,” he said simply, eyes focused on the items in the first-aid kit. “My house is going to be the fun house. Just like the garage. I want everyone to feel welcomed, stop by for breakfast, lunch or dinner whenever they’re in the area and I’d throw all the best parties in town. I’ll have a pool and everything. I’ll take shots with my kids.” My house. Up until that point, Leo had aways spoken about the future as one they’d share together. Their parties, their house, their kids. But now, he didn’t know. He could feel Peyton trying to suck him back in with her sweet words and bright laughter but this time Leo wasn’t falling for it. He was so stuck on the fact that, even for a moment, she’d wanted Sebastian’s attention over his that nothing was going to make him forget. Not for a long time.

“What did they make you do in there? Is it like the movies? Did you get a jail cell and a metal can to clang against it? Was I your one phone call? Or did you call Sebastian? Actually, don’t answer that last part.” Leo picked her hand from his knee and dabbed alcohol on a piece fo cotton. “This might sting,” he warned before cleaning up the cut. Soon after he applied the antibiotic ointment and carefully wrapped her knuckles in a bandage before repeating the actions on her other hand. “Put this under your eye. The bruising doesn’t look too bad but this will help it heal faster,” he said, handing her the ice pack he’d brought up from her freezer. “I’ll go grab you something to eat then I’ll get out of your way,” Leo said, pushing himself up from the bed and making his way to the kitchen before she could argue she wasn’t hungry.

Leo didn’t want to leave. He wanted to spend the day with her, hold her while she slept and be there for her if she wanted to talk about what happened at the Graveyard with Rose. But in that moment he knew that sticking by her side regardless of everything would only solidify the idea that he wasn’t going anywhere and that she could do whatever she wanted and see whoever she wanted without any repercussions. So, after heating up some left over pasta, grabbing some water and juice, he planned to leave. And if Peyton decided to call Sebastian, or Oscar who also wasn’t Leo’s biggest fan, then he’d let her. Because maybe Rose was right and he didn’t deserve to be treated this way. Maybe the only way for Peyton to realize what she was doing to him was for him to do it to her too.

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aviaflores​:

Getting mistaken for someone else was better than getting recognized in Peach Hollow as her infamous father’s daughter. Avia would much rather be recognized for being herself, or even a former professional women’s soccer player from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Even if that career ended too soon… she wasn’t bitter about it, well okay, she was but only a little. Whatever, though. “Trust me, I wouldn’t forget a face like yours.” She said to him in a playful voice and then looked at the girl on his shoulders. “Or your adorable face either!” Her eyes focused back on the man in front of her. “I don’t know, you tell me. How many cheese puffs come in a 3 gallon container?” She countered with a slightly raised eyebrow before she threw her arms to the side and shrugged with a little giggle. 

“Well, Leo. I’m really feeling like ice cream and I doubt your kid isn’t feeling it too. So how about you make up for this little mix-up with a waffle cone, double scoop of chocolate chip. That way we can pretend it never happened and I won’t ever mention how awfully embarrassing this was for you.” Avia was always quick on her feet, but mostly, she liked to have fun. She didn’t wait for his response before she continued. “I only know like four places around here so you’ll have to be my GPS.”

“Hold on - where do you even find a three gallon container filled with cheese balls? I thought those were only used as props in movies or, I don’t know, on some niche snack website somewhere in the city,” Leo replied with a laugh slipping from his lips. His son shifted forward on his shoulders, seemingly looking for the cheese balls in question. When there were none to be found, he pouted and wrapped his arms around Leo’s head once more. He was hungry. That was the first thing Leo’d learned after meeting his son. Lian perked up once again at the mention of Ice Cream and kicked his feet enthusiastically.

Leo led the three of them through town and towards Peaches and Cream Ice Cream Parlour, stopping every now and then to point out areas of the town that were especially interesting to Avia. He remembered what it was like to be new in Peaches and be surprised by how easy it was to get lost in a small town. So he took time to point out streets that led to neighbourhoods and the shops that could use some air fresheners inside. “So where’d you move from?” He asked, turning his head to look at the smaller woman. “You don’t seem like you’re from some other small town - mainly because I doubt people from small towns more to other small towns.”

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peytonainsworth​:

Why hasn’t anything changed? The words sent a direct response from her brain that began processing the syllables to the beating organ in her chest, her heart becoming an immediate punching bag for his analysis. Did it really feel like they’d come to a standstill? Peyton had felt as though things were progressing, getting better than they’d ever been. But hearing him say that could have knocked the wind out her if she wasn’t so numb to world around her passing by the passenger window. “I.. thought they had. But I guess not,” She weakly mumbled. How was something like their relationship that was so forthcoming and wonderful for her just stagnant and unchanging for him? Perhaps it was because he’d seen this movie before, knew at all expositions and studied each jump scare that his body no longer fidgeted at the scary party and he know longer valued the small details that made love so extraordinary. Maybe he’d become numb to relationships considering his unfavorable past and their unfavorable beginning. Normally Peyton would have been more argumentative when it came to their opposing viewpoints but, she didn’t have the will in her to fight. A rare occurrence undeniably.

She should have anticipated this reaction. The tension that weighed heavily on his brows crafting the perfect pout, his tensed jaw at mention of his name. It clear by his knee jerk reaction alone that perhaps he didn’t trust her.  “I only bring him up because Rose brought him up,” Peyton calmly clarified as she studied his body language angered by the mere utterance of the Brit’s name. But listening to his conditional trust made her frown, knowing that what she worried was true was in fact reality. “What about tonight makes you believe I’m cheating or flirting with someone else?” Peyton asked, an offended scoff almost humored in delivery leaving her lips. She then tapped her fingers against her phone screen and pulled up her text log, scrolling through. “You can looking through my phone again if you want. I’ve texted you, Oscar, Audrey, Liv, Lucas,” She began listing. This was no proper way to validate someone’s insecurities. Of course this wasn’t what he wanted, but Peyton didn’t know what more to say because she wasn’t sure if she’d be trusted either way. 

Watching the car creep to halt in the street instead of in her driveway made another lump form in her throat, which she immediately swallowed as she unlatched her seatbelt to look at him. “I brought him to work last week because I had boxes I needed to move into venue and you were working. I couldn’t do it alone with you working and Scarlett on maternity leave already. So I texted him.” Peyton sighed softly. She already knew he’d throw a fit over the boxes, never mind their subliminally romantic candlelit lunch so she decided to keep that secret. “It’s the only time I’ve seen him besides the camping trip since the kiss. I made it very clear to him that we are just friends. But he still has this unfaltering confidence that he could steal me from you.” Peyton explained, setting up her ammo for her next question. She rotated her body, back against the airbag as she looked at Leo in the eyes to the best of her abilities given her current state and reached for his hand, fingers gently curling around his tensed hand as she asked. “Do you think after all this time I’d be sneaking around with him? How do you still not understand that I want you? Look at me,” She signaled to her beaten frame with a laugh. “I just kicked some girl’s ass because she said I didn’t love you. You think I’m going to do that for just any mechanic?” Peyton wasn’t trying to lighten the mood, instead her words we honest but she understood his qualms. She squeezed his hand, her knuckles red and aching as she did so. 

“Go through my phone, go beat him up. I don’t know. I just want you to feel better.” The redhead slowly removed her hand from his and took a deep breath. “But if you think I’m lying to you all the time, I just don’t know..” About us. Leaving it open ended was the best she could do, the last thing she wanted to was to make him feel as though she wanted an out in this relationship. Truly all she wanted was to go upstairs and take a shower and lay beside him with a first aid kit. But, if he didn’t want any part of this anymore, she couldn’t force him. “Leo, I just really don’t know. I’m sad. Really sad. I never admit to it but right now I’m just sad and I want to go inside and shower,” She shook her head, the salty tears stinging at her swollen eyes but she fought them nevertheless. “You can come if you want or you leave me alone. Yes, alone. I’m not going to call up Sebastian if you leave, despite what you or Rose might think. I don’t want him.” She tucked her head down as she fingers curled around the door handle.

Leo’s stomach knotted jaw tenses and knuckled turned white against the steering wheel as his insecurity and uncertainty towards their relationship grew. He’d felt this way a handful of times, first with Ilia back in Seattle, second with Peyton when the news of her secret surfaced, watching Peyton and Sebastian kiss at truth or dare night, and tonight, when the Brit’s name came up once again. He didn’t like to think of himself as a jealous person but rather one that stayed cool under pressure, but as Sebastian’s name slipped from her faded read lips his frustration only grew, taking on a mind of it’s own. When Leo felt this way, when he allowed these thoughts to take over and develop into something insidious in his mind, there wasn’t much anyone could do to tame them. No words of reassurance, no proof, nothing. What Leo needed was time, but there was none to spare. They couldn’t run away from this conversation and push it off to a later date. They needed to discuss it now, but there was a strong possibility that it would do more harm than good.

“Peyton, I own the damn garage. If I need to leave I can - perks of being the boss. I told you to call me if you needed something,” Leo challenged, shaking his head before leaning it back on the headrest. He didn’t like the idea that out of all people in town, Sebastian was the one person she’d reached out to for assistance while he hadn’t even gotten a text, or knew about it for that matter. She hadn’t been lying, but omitting the truth was just as bad in his eyes.

“How do you not understand that I don’t like you being friends with him? Hanging out with him, or honestly doing anything with him? You say that you want me, well great. But I’ve made it clear that your relationship with him makes me uncomfortable and still nothing has changed. Nothing,” Leo said, voice rising as his frustrations got the better of him. “You didn’t like me hanging out with Ilia so I didn’t hang out with Ilia. The only time I see her is when I pick up Lian.  After Rose gave me a lap dance you didn’t like me being around her. Guess what I did? Not call her to come help me out at the garage.” Peyton’s dainty fingers squeezed his hand as she spoke, but Leo made no move to look at her. In this state, there was no reasoning with him. His anger demanded to be felt and though he tried to tame it, his words flowed freely from his lips.

“You can say you want me as much as you want, but how do I know nothing else is happening when I’m work when you’re calling this guy and other people notice this enough to call you out on it? What’s happening that I don’t know about that makes him think he can steal you away from me? Because I’m certain people who are just friends don’t think that way,” He asked, finally turning his head to face her. Leo’s jaw and shoulders were tense, but his eyes were soft, conveying his insecurities about her and their relationship. He’d been intros position time and time again, and despite his best efforts to be there for her every beck and call, he couldn’t help but think everything he did for her just wasn’t enough.

Pulling his hand form hers, Leo turned off the car and circled around to pull her door open. “Don’t know about what? About me? About him? About us?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together as he waited for her reply. “Let’s go. You need to shower and then I’ll clean your cut. It’s not bad enough to get stitches but we gotta make sure nothing’s in there. Also put some ice on your eye or something.”

Peyton’s home felt cold and unwelcoming given the state of their relationship and her night spent in the Peach Hollows Police Department. It wasn’t filled with the scent of homemade dinner, popcorn from movie night or her perfume lingering in the halls. It felt empty. Leo headed up to her bedroom and into the bathroom where he started the shower, turning it as hot as possible so the tile warmed up and didn’t prick at her feet. He was thankful for the moment alone with his thoughts and the sound of the water using form above. The truth was, he didn’t know what to think. He didn’t have the answers and while shedding light on the situation, it didn’t feel like the whole truth. It felt like there was something missing and he was being played like a fool. Again.

“Peyton, your showers ready,” he called out after a few minutes, walking out of the steam filled room into her bedroom again.

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CHARLES MELTON BY JUSTIN WU

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rose-harmon​:

A shrug lifted her shoulder easily at his question, the initial markings of her own smirk curling the edges of her lips. “That’s what I’m saying, but they said I had already been skating on thin ice so whatever. It’s probably for the best anyways.” And it was, especially on her new journey to get sober. She’d been to a couple of AA and NA meetings since and she knew that if she had her old job, she’d be failing miserably. It was easier this way.  At his invitation, Rose glanced up at the young boy on his shoulders, returning his small smile with a warm one of her own. “Well, how can I turn that down.” She agreed, motioning for Leo to lead the way. As she fell into step with them, Rose kept quiet for a bit of the walk, well aware of the elephant between them, but she wasn’t bringing it up unless he did. Gingerly touching her lip, Rose cleared her throat. “So, do you know anyone that’s hiring? S’long as it’s not in a bar or something, I’m pretty open to possibilities.”

“You can’t. I’ve learned that nobody can say no to me when I’m with him. Dad perks I guess,” Leo laughed lightly before starting towards The Giant Peach. Lian sat quietly on his shoulders, looking around the small town, the squirrels in the trees above them and the cars passing by. He was a quiet kid, not unlike himself when he was the same age, but still it shocked Leo to see how well behaved her was. That was all Ilia’s doing. “You could try the book store, Joey’s always seems to be hiring bartenders too. But I’d only apply if you’re cool with your ears bleeding by the end of the night.”

Before long Leo, Lian and Rose were settled in a booth, the laminate squeaking under their weight as they settled in. The little boy was already busy drawing on the paper menu with the crayons provided, allowing Leo a window to ask the questions on his mind. “I can’t imagine it took much for either of you to get started, but what set all this off?” He asked, tone less kind and more serious as he gestured to her split lip that mirrored Peytons. Leo knew the answer. But he wanted to hear it from her.

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Leo’s daily attire almost exclusively consisted of grease-stained blue jeans and whatever clean t-shirt he could find. Some days he felt like a college id at Winchester throwing on the first thing in sight, but given all the chemicals, greased up car parts and dirty garage floor he tango’d with for 10 hours a day, there really was no point in wearing anything that wasn’t from Walmart. He was half way through the cycle when the guy next to him voiced his exact thoughts. “50 minutes of torture,” he agreed, letting his head fall back against the wall. “I hope for your sake you’ve only gone one load to do, otherwise you’re going to have to fight the woman that comes in every Tuesday at 5 pm for a machine. She fights dirty. Trust me.”

location: The Lost Sock closed starter: @leoochoi​

It was regretfully laundry day. Nate’s clothes have been staring at him for almost two weeks and so he did what any responsible adult would do and gathered them all into a basket and headed to the nearest laundry mat. Like everything in Peach Hollow, it came with a pun in its name. The Lost Sock. He opened the door and went towards the nearest empty washer and began to throw his clothes inside. He also threw in soap and used his last remaining quarters to turn on the machine. He moved to pull himself up on top of a dryer and unlocked his phone to set a timer. He groaned. “the worst part of doing laundry is the waiting.” He announced to the nearest person, he was pretty sure he had seen them around Tangerine Towers before but he’d never gotten to know them. 

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zoey’s extraordinary gif meme ♡ [3/7 quotes] ➝ ‘This is the only thing that I could hold on to.’

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A,C,G,R,S

A - Alone time 

Leo definitely watches porn when he needs some alone time.

C - Crying 

Huge turn off. Even the idea of it makes him uncomfortable.

G - Group sex

If Leo was not in a relationship and he had no romantic feelings for the individuals involved, he’d definitely partake in a threesome, maybe foursome. He’d need to warm up to the idea first rather than jump feet first into it, but as long as everyone is having fun and into it, so is he. But if he’s in a relationship he’s incredibly selfish and wants that person to him and him only.

R - Routine 

Leo hasn't had many one night stands and usually sticks to friends-with-benefit type relationships instead, finding them to be more fun and less messy in the end. He likes being able to hang out with someone as a friend but knowing he has the power to make them melt under his touch. It adds fun to their friendship.

S - Sleepy sex 

Yes, yes, yes. He loves giving and receiving oral first thing in the morning before it turning into something more. Morning sex is 10x better than any cup of coffee and starts you off on the right side of the bed.

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D - Dominance 

Leo likes to have the upper hand in bed, taking control and bending his partners to his whims. On a scale of 1-10 I’d say he’s a 7-7.5 because he does also enjoy watching his partner take control because ultimately it benefits him in the end.

J - Jelly

Leo has two bottles of lube in his bedside drawer for if he needs it, one flavourless and one raspberry. He didn’t like taste of raspberries at first but it’s safe to say that he is now a fan.

X - X-dressing 

He’s not a fan of cross dressing, but does love when his partner dresses up for him. It can be as simple as a little lingerie set under a trench coat or whatever clothes they’re wearing. He does also love halloween not just because of his birthday, but because there are excellent sets that come out around that time of year. He’s a huge fan of the angel costume.

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Dirty A-Z headcanon game

Send a letter for more information on my muse’s likes and dislikes! Inspired by kinks discussed around the internet. The (explanations) are mere guidelines, feel free to elaborate as much as you’d like!

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?) 

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) 

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?) 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?) 

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?) 

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?) 

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?) 

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)