#( &&. leo.int )
OPEN TO : m / f / nb
CONNECTION : we’re just friends but leo ALWAYS flirts
PLOT : i promised you a shopping trip and im loaded, so why are you in the clearance section?? bitch get something nice
‘ god , you’re SO fucking sexy , do you know that ? ’ leo holds no reservation , tongue mischievously planted between his teeth as he admired the other in the bathing suit . truly , there was nothing better than seeing the panicked look in his close friend’s eyes whenever leo threw out compliment after compliment . he follows up quickly , tho , lest his comments weren’t received as well as usual . ‘ -——you know it’s damn near DECEMBER , right ? don’t just buy a swimsuit cause it’s CHEAP , i totally saw that fur you were eyeing on the way in , if you want it , get it . ’ he gestures towards the entrance , legs crossing as he sat back , licking his lips slightly . ‘ i’m not COMPLAINING , don’t get me wrong , but like , seriously ? it’s not even a nice bathing suit . ’
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@rcfuscnik continued from here
❝ forever ago is .... ❞ he digs through lovers , memories of touches and tingles from even as recently as last night , but finally he CATCHES the memory . ❝ like, a month or something, but - he didn’t even get to finish, so it doesn’t count... ❞ my version of forever. he offers a laugh , albeit a little bit after the fact , but still finds humor in her words- ... because they were BOTH right . even if a few weeks didn’t really qualify , considering the man’s body count , it was a distant thing , something in the past . he’s almost disappointed that it took the public THIS long to catch on .
the lion feels almost childlike , being scolded for misbehaving , though if leo was being honest , there was something he LIKED about their dynamic . however forward he was , no matter how hard the lover pushed , samara didn’t seem to budge . he’s trying to follow her rules , but the second the brush hits him he squinches his nose . ❝ don’t do my eyes, then. i always end up wiping it off anyways ... ❞
never mind the fact that his habits of rubbing his eyes while performing held a grain of intention , knowing that the second they had a break , samara could touch him up , and leo could flirt with her further . he can tell from months of trying that her words couldn’t POSSIBLY be true , yet leo sighs out . the man was almost caught up in the fantasy of samara , wanted to taste the woman if only for the sake of KNOWING what sort of flirting worked on her . he keeps the game going , though is well aware that the roots he was planting would probably never bear any fruit . ❝ .... come onn, one teensy tiny kiss. then i’ll be the perfect model, i swear. ❞
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OPEN TO : m / f / nb | 21+
MUSE : leo, guitar player, son of a famous musician, absolute slut
PLOT : i’m famous and the public thinks im sleeping with my bandmates bc i LOVE skinship but ... how could i be doing that when im too focused on flirting with my makeup artist / hair stylist
was it arrogant to say that he usually didn’t have to try this hard ? a silver-lined tongue was all leo needed to get someone closer , though his charm and good looks honestly took care of half of the battle—it’s no wonder that he’d risen to fame nearly as quickly as his father had . the guitarist found it easy to get people into his bed , often times the RUMORS spread online and in tabloids holding grains of truth . the latest had been about him sleeping with his own band members . he’s scrolling on his phone , chin lifted but one eye closed as his stylist fixed him up before their performance , and he knows he should stay still , but the heir was RESTLESS , turning to nearly shove the phone in his opposite’s face . ‘ that’s , fuckin’ , crazy—right ? they think i’m fucking , like , literally everyone- i mean , there was that one time with adam , but—that doesn’t COUNT , it was forever ago ... ’ he’s far too affectionate for his own good , reaching for their hand before it can touch his face and clasping their fingers together . leo’s constant need for skinship was PROBABLY (definitely) the reason why he got so many rumor’s spread , but he can’t help himself . his stylist was so pretty and their hands were always so soft . it’s a shame they seemed like the ONE PERSON who didn’t want to sleep with him . ‘ hmmm ... do you wanna make out with me ? ’ it’s blunt , but that was leo . he smiles , almost teasing them , he expects a no , or rather a whack on the forehead with a makeup brush . ‘ come onnnn ... it’ll draw attention from me, apparently, having orgies with my groupmates.. ’
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open to : f / m / nb
connection : we just met but you’re cool asf even if you’re shy
plot : you’re leaving so early? come onnnn hang out for longer
he’s got his arm slung around the shoulder of someone pretty, drink in hand that he sipped from slowly throughout the night. and though leo’s half listening to some story his stupid friend was spewing—something that sounded like pure bullshit—all he can really focus on is THEM. across the room, seemingly stuck to the wall. he’d only met them a couple of hours ago, but all leo could focus on was the desire to drag him into the chaos of his house party. even though his walls were littered with trinkets and toys, famously signed guitars, his father’s platinum albums, it seemed like none of that impressed the other . . . which, of course, drew leo in. and he’d honestly half expected them to at LEAST stay past 12, but he knew that look, the look towards the door. and leo shoots up, leaving the pretty girl and his friend behind as he raced to the other’s side before they could make it to the door. he smiles, exuding charm, eyes sparkling, ‘ hey, hey . . hold up ! you didn’t even get, like, three drinks, do your friends know you’re leaving? i— i thought we could hang or something, you, like, just got here. ’
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closed starter for @yuseongu
❝ that’s NOT what happened, come oooonnn you’re making me BLUSH ... ❞ tongue jutting out as he laughed , leo took a fast swig from leather wrapped flask . he’s got no clue where they are , late night tipsy wanderings bringing him and january to ... wherever this was . perhaps his friend had a better inner compass , but leo was ok with being lost . he’s dropping the flask , letting it clatter to the ground carelessly as he span in place . leo loved this , the darkness , being illuminated by only streetlamps , being with his friend . he could get comfortable anywhere , with anything . ❝ hmm.... sweet baby , jannie , will you dance with me ? if i’m falling down i want it to be with you ... ❞
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OPEN TO : f / nb
CONNECTION : his dad’s fiance (ANY age 24+ (older encouraged) even tho the plot says in her 20′s)
PLOT : based | the girl i was flirting with last night is my estranged dad’s fiance
the only way leo had managed to survive the night before had been with copious amounts of alcohol . mingling was usually his forte , but not with socialites who insisted that he be GRATEFUL for the life his father had provided for him . he should be thankful to live in a beautiful home , thankful that he could get whatever he wanted—DO whatever he wanted , but to leo , any lavish living or endless bank account he’d been given was outshined by being practically abandoned and always living in his father’s shadow . he’s groggy now , waking up in what would be his room for the summer . from the tacky decorations to the old pictures of him as a kid lining his dressers , he can see nothing has actually changed . his father was still pulling the same old tricks to try and fix their relationship , but leo was stubborn and a trip down memory lane meant nothing to him .
his hangover has almost brushed away most of his memories of the night before , but as he’s walking to his bathroom , a few events slip back into focus . he remembers standing in front of some stupid painting , throwing some great one-liners at a really pretty girl as he tried to drown out the sounds of his father’s voice playing over the speakers . SHE had been the only real highlight of his night . as leo brushed his teeth he thought about the woman , how pretty she was , funny , charming . this nice memory is , of course , spoiled by the next; his father sliding in just in time to claim her as his own . fiance . ugh . how did his dad manage someone like that ? she was too good for him . stomping down the stairs , leo wore only a pair of sweatpants , not worrying about being SEEN half-naked. it he had to be here , he’d at least be comfortable . he’s got a nasty look already on his face , ready to greet his father with something condescending , make sure the old man knew that he was in no mood to play nice , but instead , he sees a much prettier face . his features soften nearly immediately . god , he had to figure out what was going through her head , how she could want to marry his dad ? it was weird . but instead of prying , he knows he has to be nice to her . if not because of his attraction to her , then because she was going to be family eventually . leo makes his way to the fridge , knowing that a nice cold glass of orange juice will make him feel a million times better . ’ how was the rest of your night ? i’m sure being strapped to my dad’s arm was no fun— he really should hire a new party planner or SOMETHING . . . ’
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leo: baby girl
leo: pls come by !! :(
leo: my shows in like 4 hour but i dont feel like going
leo: i'll buy food if you bring something to smoke~
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STARTER FOR : @veridicalheart m / f / nb
MUSE : leo, son of famous musician, also in a band!
PLOT : here
❝ are you SURE you have to go so soon? ❞ he wouldn’t fly out to places like NEW YORK if it wasn’t for them . leo was much more used to his wealth being put towards something much more juvenile , dumb pranks or extravagant birthday presents for anyone close to him , but there was something about his lover that made him want to show off . he’s holding onto their hand , tugging them closer , vanilla scent and mounds of blankets hoping to entice . ❝ no one even knows we’re not at home, let’s go to a club tonight, paparazzi will NOT find us.. ❞
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OPEN TO : m / f / nb
CONNECTION : stranger / old friend / journalist / idk anything
PLOT : leo’s in a band that’s known for it’s exclusivity — they rarely perform and when they do it’s DEEP on the DL, but he caught your muse filming them and uh oh
leo’s never wanted any of this for the fame or for the recognition—he got that without being talented , just from the connections from his father . it’s why the events like this are so IMPORTANT to him . they were disgustingly intimate , never any more than thirty people that he and his bandmates shared their music with . attendees would receive a cd and a plea for silence , one that was generally always respected. . . but while strumming through their third song he’d caught the shine of a camera . and it wasn’t THAT big of a thing , one where he’d have security or someone to actually take care of people who didn’t follow the rules , so he has to do it himself . it’s after they’d finished , leo admittedly sweatier than he’d like to be and not NEARLY drunk enough , considering just how late it was , but he’s almost thankful for how sober he is . approaching the stranger with a smile , leo places a palm gently on their shoulder . he doesn’t want to frighten , nor intimidate , really just work the whole “ please delete that ” conversation into the mix , ‘ i totally saw you — did i look good in the video ? i always worry my hair’s sticking to my face or something . . . the set was good , right ? ’
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CLOSED STARTER FOR : @crovnprince
MUSE : leo
PLOT : we almost dated years ago and now i’ve sort of still got a thing for you
holiday season was leo’s FAVORITE time of the year— when his friends with more respectable existences got back from college or got off of work . it meant he had a full crew of people to spoil and do stupid shit with . always an optimist , even seeing exes , or almost exes was a nice time . and it happened more often than expected , considering their influx of mutual friends . he’s usually fine about seeing them , friendly and good about ignoring their .. history , but the mention of a BOYFRIEND has leo feeling unusually territorial . he’s approaching , drink in hand as he tried to be casual , but acting casual wasn’t exactly a very casual thing , now was it ? ‘ sooooo ... i heard you’ve got someone strapped to your side , is he planning on making an appearance tonight , or are you all on your own ? ’
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OPEN TO : m / f / nb
CONNECTION : fwb / significant other
PLOT : leo is STUPID and didn’t realize he and your muse were ACTUALLY dating
‘ cheat on you ? ’ he tilts his head , squinting as he looked at the phone screen . on it was a picture he’d posted �� the night before of him making out with somebody he’d met . leo did things like this OFTEN , spent the night with strangers only to return to his friend’s side the next day . he didn’t think of it as an EXCLUSIVE sort of thing , but judging by the look on their face , maybe it was . ‘ oh——- is that what you meant by “being together” ? i just thought you wanted to hang out more . . . ’
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OPEN TO : m / f / nb
CLOSED STARTER FOR : @loveologys
PLOT : here
‘ relaaaaaaaaax . . . ’ in all honesty , leo LIKED sleeping someone he knew he couldn’t have . sure , their boyfriend was there first , but who were they with right now? he’s shirtless , laid out in front of a crystal clear pool overlooking fiji , sipping orange juice next to his lover . ‘ no one’s going to see you , you can take off the shades—- it’s not even THAT sunny . i’m sure you can afford to sit closer to me . ’
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for @pinktowels continued from here
❝ first—my orgies are NOT idiodic... ❞ leo was a curious man . one that hadn’t get gotten the life BEATEN out of him , instead opted to stay bright and beautiful , share his aroma with few so that he wouldn’t feel obligated to be exceptional , but his body ? belonged to the world. convinced , truly , that georgina’s distaste for him came from not seeing him ENOUGH , or getting the wrong impression . it was easy for tabloids to see his money , his fame without production , where he’d come from , and assume leo to be a PLAYER . to be fair , he had made his way through lists of people , both celebrity and mundane , but he was Pure . not a player , just a lover . knew where his talents lied , knew which ones he wanted to share with nearly anyone . really , the only thing that DID bother the bundle of light was that his makeup artists might actually hate him . poor boy tries so hard , doesn’t realize it’s doing the OPPOSITE of what he desired . ❝ and second, i’ll post it on snap. that way only my close and personal’s will know what’s up, but—through the grapevine, yadda, yadda .. no more orgy talk. ❞ he wishes he knew her , yearns to , clear in the way his eyebrows raise , nosily peering to see , even , which brush she’d pick up . it’s true the woman was TALENTED , something leo wanted to admire genuinely , but feared georgina would take as a joke . ❝ is it too late for me to ask for red? or will you give me NOTHING i want? ❞
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