#leo campo x y/n

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begging for you to take my hand ✧ leo campo

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request: leo campo requests?? did i read that right because yes please!! if you’d like to write something angsty with reader being in love with Leo but Leo loves Nikki? it can or cannot have a happy ending, whichever you feel like (although i am a sucker for happy endings hehe) but yeah and it can be anything you like 

honestly anything with Leo you wish to write would be a great read 💙 thank you and no pressure, only if you’d like to  - @sunshine-on-my-mind

pairing: leo campo x fem!reader 

summary: you loved leo all your life, but he never spared you a second glance. when he finally starts to notice you, his attention is taken just as quickly. you’re ready to forget anything ever happened, but he can’t let you go. 

word count: 5,717

warnings?: angst with a happy ending, pining, unrequited love (or so you think), insecurities, miscommunication, misunderstanding, love confession, ending is a little rushed, not proofread

Leo Campo was an easy man to love. What was hard, was not being the only person vying for his attention. And for most of your life, the person who won his attention was none other than Nikki Angioli. You understood, of course. Nikki was everything you weren’t. Beautiful, charismatic, smart as a whip. It was easy for Leo to love her.Whenever you were with Leo and Nikki, it felt like you were a third wheel. After all, they were practically born to be best friends. Their parents worked together, they got to see each other pretty much every hour of every day. Meanwhile, you were just someone they sort of…Well, not tolerated. It was more than that. You were sure they considered you to be a friend. But you were never someone they really sought out. You were there, and therefore you were their friend. 

It’s just…it’s hard to be part of a trio. No matter how easy Percy, Annabeth, and Grover made it look, it was fucking hard. There was always, always, always someone left out. And that someone was almost always, probably 99.9999% of the time…You. You weren’t sure that Leo and Nikki meant to leave you out, but it always tended to happy. Perhaps it was because their families worked together for so long, perhaps it was because they were practically branded as besties ever since their mothers got pregnant, perhaps it was because they were twin flames or some cheesy shit like that. Whatever it was, you knew that you could easily fall to the wayside and neither of them would probably notice. 

In a lot of ways, they didn’t. 

It felt like every time something incredible happened to you, something awful would happen to either Leo or Nikki and all of the attention would be focused on making sure they were okay. If, Heaven forbid, something horrible happened to you, something would great happen to them and how dare you bring down the mood by talking about your struggles. Which—don’t get you wrong—it was absolutely valid to lend Leo and Nikki a shoulder to cry on or celebrate with them. It’s just, they so rarely kept the same energy for you.  

The friendship fell apart quite easily. Between the rivalry between their fathers that forced Leo and Nikki apart and you taking on more responsibility at the bakery when your mother died, everyone drifted apart. You were still friendly when you saw them at school or around the neighborhood, and so were they, but it was different. It wasn’t the same, and you weren’t sure it ever would be. As you all got older, the distance grew even greater. Leo took on jobs at both his father’s pizza shop and at Luigi’s. Nikki moved to London to go to cooking school. And you…You stayed where you had been for years, working at your mother’s bakery, hoping that one day you might catch Leo’s eye. 

Then, one day, it felt like the stars had aligned and all your wishes had come true. 

You were about to close up the bakery for the night when the jingle of the bell above the door alerted you to the last minute customer. You barely looked up from your sweeping, shouting out, “We’re closed! Come back tomorrow!”

“Ah, you’re really gonna turn your best friend away?”

The broom nearly fell from your hands. You tightened your grip on it as you looked up to see the beautiful blue eyes you always dreamed of. (God, this was pathetic, even for a hopeless romantic.) You swallowed hard. “Would you keep Luigi’s open longer just for one customer?”

“If it was for a pretty girl, I might.”

Was that supposed to be directed at you? Was he calling you a pretty girl? Or was Leo just being quippy? Fuck. Just being around the man made you an anxious teenager all over again. 

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head. You tried to not make it obvious the effect he had on you, but you weren’t entirely sure you were successful. “I suppose you’re pretty enough. What’dya need?”

“Ma’s birthday is coming up. I was hoping I could order a cake for her?” Leo asked, leaning against the glass case. “She always loved your cakes.”

You propped the broom against the wall and grabbed your order sheet and a pen. “Sure thing. Anything specific?”

Leo shrugged. “Nah, she’ll lover anything you make her. You can have total creative control.”

You smiled a little, jotting down a few ideas on the paper. “And when do you need this by?”

Leo was quiet. Which scared you, because Leo is never quiet. When you glanced up at him, he had a pink tint on his cheeks and he was trying to avoid your gaze. 

“Leo…When do you need the cake by?” you repeated.

“Tomorrow? Morning?”

You gasped. Without thinking, you threw your pen at him. Your aim was terrible, so it soared straight passed his head became hitting the ground. But Leo flinched nonetheless, throwing his arms up to shield himself from anything else you might throw at him. “You’re a terrible son!” you said. 

“I know! I know!” Leo slowly lowered his arms, trying to gauge if you were going to throw anything again. “I just got busy, ya know? Between Pa’s restaurant, and bartending, and coaching the kids’ soccer team, I lost track of time!”

“It took you all of five seconds to place the order! How hard would it have been to just call? Hell, you could’ve submitted an order on my fucking website!”

“I know!” Leo fully lowered his arms, pouting at you. “I just didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me.”

You were caught between wanting to yell at him more—because what did that mean? he was the one who stopped talking to you!—and wanting to melt into a puddle of goo. Instead, you found the happy medium of letting out a sigh. You said, “Leo, you know I always love hearing from you.”

Leo perked up a little. “So you’ll make the cake?”

“Only because it’s for your ma,” you said. “And you’ll be charged a rush fee.”

“Deal!”

“And you get your pretty ass in the back and help me make it, so I can actually get home at a half decent time.”

A smirk crossed Leo’s face. He leaned back over the case. “You think my ass is pretty?”

Fuck, you hadn’t meant to say that. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. How do you recover from this?

“You, me, and the rest of Little Italy,” you said. A joke, it was. At least that got a chuckle from Leo. As he walked over to the other side of the case, you added, “And if you ever think about making an order the night before you need something, I have no qualms with kicking your ass.”

“Ah, but then my ass wouldn’t be pretty no more, would it? And what a shame that would be.”

“So conceited,” you said. But as he passed you to walk into the kitchen, you couldn’t help yourself from swatting at his ass. Leo yelped, his hands flying to his ass. He turned, looked at you scandalized. “Dunno, still looks pretty to me.”

“You’re awful.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Leo stares at you for a long moment. You almost begin to wonder if you took things too far. You’d hardly said more than “hi” and “can I get an amaretto sour?” over the last few years. Was this crossing a line? But finally, he offers you a soft smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Thank you so much, again,” Leo said the next morning when he came to pick up the cake. “I owe you big time.”

You shake your head as you ring him up at the cash register. “It’s for your Ma. I’d do anything for her after all the shit we put her through when we were kids.”

“True, but you really didn’t—” Leo frowned as he looked at the total. “Hey, where’s that huge rush fee you were telling me you were going to charge me?”

You raised a brow. “Are you really complaining about paying less?”

“When I made you stay after work for hours? Hell yeah I am. Charge me like anyone else!” Leo argued. 

“Not gonna happen. I already made you pay by forcing you to help me and listen to my Taylor Swift playlist the entire time.”

“Hey, I loved the Taylor Swift playlist! Now, you charge me whatever exorbitant fee you can think of right now!”

“No, no way. Consider it a gift to a friend. Or better yet, use the money you saved from not paying the fee to get your Ma a gift from me. I saw her eyeing a bottle of wine the other day. I could point the bottle out to you—”

Leo leaned over the glass case, narrowing his eyes at you. “Fine. I’ll let you waive the fee and buy Ma some wine. But only if you agree to let me treat you to dinner tomorrow night.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “That sounds like a threat.”

“Consider it one,” he said. His face softens a little as he adds, “And maybe consider it an apology? For me being a shitty friend?”

You reached across the counter and patted Leo’s cheek. “For you? Of course.”

A grin stretched across the face. “Great. Come over to my place tomorrow around five?”

“It’s a date.”

Leo’s eyes twinkled as he confirmed, “It’s a date.”

He picked up the cake and left the store, but before shooting you a goofy smile and waved. You laughed, waving back. You were so engrossed with watching him jog across the street to his father’s restaurant that you didn’t notice Gabbie, your best cake decorator, sneak up beside you. 

“A date, huh?” she echoed.

You jumped. How did you not see her before? Had you been that lost in Leo’s pretty blue eyes? Trying to play it nonchalant, you shrugged. “I don’t think he meant it that way.”

She raised a brow. “Are we talking about the same man? Because, lemme tell you, I don’t think he’s ever looked that mesmerized with a girl before.”

Gabbie never saw him with Nikki, you wanted to say. But, instead, you said, “He just feels bad because I didn’t make him pay the rush fee after he ordered a cake last night. He just feels like he owes a debt. Italian men and their pride, ya know?”

“That wasn’t pride and you know it, girlie. Look, if you wanna delude yourself, fine. But I’m telling you, there’s something there.”

What Gabbie didn’t know about you was, you were the queen of delusion. You spend practically your entire childhood deluding yourself with the idea that one day Leo would see you for the woman you are, to realize that you were his soulmate. And you got your heart broke in the long run because of it. You weren’t about to let yourself get hurt again. Leo was not going to break your heart. You wouldn’t let him. 

“We’re just friends. That’s all.”

Gabbie eyed you, trying to see if there would be a crack in your resolve. “Whatever you say.”

When you came in to open the bakery the next day, you knew something was wrong. Mostly because Gabbie was standing at the door, waiting for you, with her arms crossed and a nasty look on her face. As you unlocked the door, you eyed her, trying to figure what was the source of her frustration. But all she did was turn her glare to the pizza shops across the street. And, well…Whatever that was about wasn’t good. 

You were caught between addressing the issue and waiting for her to finally say what was on her mind. You leaned toward waiting, so you began running through all of the opening tasks. Gabbie would open up soon enough. She just liked to stew in her anger before she vented. So, waiting was the best option. If you pushed, she would only get more annoyed. 

Finally, she asked, “You wanna know what I heard from Bella?”

You looked in her direction as you wipe down the counter. “Probably some rumor that could swing either way in its truthfulness.”

Gabbie huffed. “Don’t make jokes right now. This is serious!”

A frown settled on your face as you gave her your full attention. “What’d she tell you?”

“Nikki’s back in town,” Gabbie said as she placed a tray of cookies in the case. 

“Oh?”

You wanted to read into it. You really, really did. But you forced yourself to stamp down your assumptions, your worries. That part of you was probably being irrational, anyways. All Gabbie said was that Nikki was back and that could mean anything—

“Rumor has it she and Leo went back to his apartment last night,” she continued. She leaned in, her eyebrows raised. “After getting drunk together and playing soccer in the rain.” Her face screwed up like she was sucking on a Lemonhead. “Isn’t that romantic?”

It felt like your heart dropped to your stomach. Of course. Of course he would take her back to his place. Why wouldn’t he? They were practically destined to be together. And with the family rivalry? It was a star-crossed lovers situation if you’d ever seen one. 

You swallowed your hurt. “So romantic.”

“So romantic I could kill him, you know,” Gabbie said. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain in your chest. “Don’t. I’m sure it wasn’t what it…I’m sure he…Fuck, I don’t know. But don’t kill him, okay? Not until I get a chance to talk to him.”

“He doesn’t get to make you feel like he’s finally seen you for the incredible woman you are and then welcome her into his bed the second she rolls into town!” Gabbie argued. 

“He just said he was making me dinner to make off a debt. And I really don’t think he meant anything when I said it’s a date. Really, it would be my fault for reading into it—”

“I’m going over there right now to give a piece of my mind—”

You grabbed Gabbie by the elbow, stopping her on her warpath. “Don’t. Please.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. Gabbie looked through the window at the restaurants across the street. If looks could kill, she would probably have exploded those buildings. “You’re too good for him, you know.”

But not good enough, you wanted to say. 

The entire day, the questions of what could be happening between Leo and Nikki ate at you. Was there something between them? Were they finally acting on the tension that existed between them for all those years? Had you let your hopes get too high when Leo promised your dinner? If you went to his apartment, would you be left with only pain and heartache? 

Though Gabbie was harboring all of your anger for you, she did her best to try to distract you. To not let your mind wander too far. But it was all for naught. Because, when you left the bakery, all you wanted to do was run home and forget all of this happened. If you ignored this, if you pretended you forgot, you could avoid all of the hurt. You wouldn’t be giving Leo the power to break your heart. And, in some ways, running away made you weak, but at least it would keep you whole. 

Nothing could have prepared you to see Nikki standing out when you reached Leo’s apartment. Had Leo forgotten that he had made plans with you? Were you that replaceable? You took a deep breath, trying in vain to steady your nerves, and walked up, hitting the buzzer for Leo’s apartment. 

Nikki looked at you, her brows furrowed together. She almost looked like she had something snarky she wanted to say before she realized who you were. “Oh my god! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“That’s what happens you put an ocean between us,” you teased. You hoped you sounded lighthearted. You hoped bitterness didn’t creep into your voice. 

If it did, Nikki didn’t give any indication. She held a hand up in defense. “Hey, you got me there. What’re you doing here?”

You nod at the door. “Leo promised to make me dinner.”

Nikki’s face drops. “Oh, shit. Are you two—”

“He just owed me, is all,” you are quick to add. “He ordered a cake for his Ma after I already closed for the day, and he needed it the next morning. I wouldn’t charge him the rush fee, so he insisted he make me dinner as a repayment.”

“Italian men and their pride,” she laughed. She glanced up at Leo’s apartment. “So, is he…?”

“Seeing anyone? Nah, he loves the single life too much for that,” you said. “What about you? What’re you doing here?”

Nikki raised the soccer ball she had had tucked under her arm. “I just came to see if he wanted to play a game or two. We tried last night, but it was pouring the rain and we were drunk, so not really a fair competition. Gotta see if I can still kick his ass or not, ya know?”

You laughed. “I’m sure you could. His pride gets to him, so he’s still easy to knock down a peg or two.”

“Right?” Nikki’s face dropped. “Oh, shit. I can go? Because you already have plans with him and all—”

Before you could say anything, the door swung open. Yours and Nikki’s head snapped to look at him. Leo looked between the two of you, as if this perhaps was his worst nightmare. His gaze settled on Nikki first. “Hey!”

Nikki smiled. God, she had a beautiful smile. You could see why Leo always had a thing for her. “Hey! I just came to see if you wanted to play a few rounds?”

Leo smiled, too. A part of you wished he would smile at you like that. But that was just the schoolgirl crush talking. It was never something that could actually happen. Not when his heart still sang for Nikki, even after all these years. “Yeah, I’d love to. Let me go get my shoes—” He paused, his head snapping toward you. “Wait. Actually, I already—”

“We can have dinner another time,” you said, already turning to walk away. “Not every day your best friend comes back to town, right? You can just, like, stop by the bakery when you get a chance and we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

“Wait—”

“It’s no big deal, really—” You began to walk away, waving goodbye. “Nikki, make sure you get him some ice packs, yeah? For when you bruise his ego?”

Nikki let out a laugh, waving back at you. “Will do.”

You nearly made your escape when you heard Leo mutter something to Nikki. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you heard him chase after you. Though you wanted to turn, to see if he was choosing you, you kept going. You weren’t going to let him break your heart. But damn him. Damn him and his long legs and his long stride. 

Leo quickly overtook you, stopping in front of you, his hands held out in front of him like he was taming a velociraptor in Jurassic World. “Woah, woah. Stop, hey.”

You looked back at Nikki, who was staring at the two of you. “Go, Leo. I’m fine.”

“No, I promised you—”

“It’s Nikki, Leo. You could never say no to her before. I wouldn’t expect you to say no to her now.”

Leo’s brows furrowed together. He almost looked confused. But, how could he be? Was he really so oblivious to how he preferred Nikki over you for all those years? Did he forget in the few minutes that had passed that he was ready to ditch dinner with you to play soccer with her? Did he think you hadn’t noticed all of that? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s obvious you’re into her. I’m not going to get between that.”

“There’s nothing going on between Nikki and I.”

You raised a brow. Seriously? Was he really going to route? Latching onto a technicality—that they weren’t really together? “But you want there to be. I mean, you have been head over heels for her since we were kids.”

“That’s not true!” Leo almost sounded desperate, like he couldn’t believe you were saying all of this. Was he this in denial about his feelings?

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Yeah? Then how come for years you chose to be with her over me? At every field trip, you wanted to be her buddy. For every group project, you chose her. How many times did you two run off without me? Leo, you didn’t even show up after my mother’s funeral because you spent the week helping Nikki look for her lost cat—”

“That’s not fair—”

“Whenever that stupid feud between your families started and you two couldn’t be friends anymore, you stopped hanging out with me. I wasn’t even fucking surprised by it, you know? And that maybe hurt more than you not being my friend anymore. Because you always meant more to me than I did to you. You haven’t spoken to me in years, and you only did because you needed something for your Ma. I’m not your first pick, and that’s okay. But what isn’t okay is you trying to rewrite history when you don’t like being confronted with the reality.”

Leo said your name softly. He reached for you, but you took a step back. You wouldn’t let him do this. You wouldn’t let him hurt you. 

You took a breath. “Go, have fun with Nikki. Forget you even promised me dinner, okay? Consider your debt forgiven.”

Leo tried to reach for you again, but you stepped around him. He turned to look at you, but you wouldn’t meet his gaze. “You mean more to me than you think.”

“But not more than her.” You took another breath. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes. It took everything in you to not cry. Because you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. Not in front of him. “Let’s just go back to the way things used to be, yeah?”

“I don’t want to—”

“But I do. I won’t play second fiddle anymore. I won’t let myself be hurt anymore.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“And that might be the worst part.” 

You walked away, pieces of your heart leaving a path between you and him. If this was a movie, if this was a silly little romance novel, Leo might have been standing there, trying to collect the pieces so he might put your heart back together again. But, when you were turning a corner, you spared a glance back at him.

He was walking with Nikki, an arm around her shoulders. 

The one thing about Leo was, he listened. So when you told him you wanted things to go back to the way they used to be, you knew he would abide by that wish. And he did. The most you ever saw of Leo was when you glanced out the bakery window and happened to catch him coming in or leaving his father’s restaurant, or when you ordered something at Luigi’s whenever Gabbie managed to drag you out. And when you did see him, you would never meet his gaze. You didn’t want to be faced with his hurt, or, worse, his indifference. It was better that you forgot the brief glimmer of hope that Leo liked you in the same way you liked him. 

Gabbie would tell you that he was always looking your way, but you felt like she was only trying to make you feel better. Why would Leo bother himself with you? He finally had everything he could have wanted. It didn’t matter that you were not a part of his life, because it had never mattered that you were not a part of his life. If it had mattered, then how could Leo have spent all these years not paying you any mind? Little Italy was little. For Leo to avoid you, he would have had to gone out of his way to do so. 

Sometimes, though, when you were in your apartment, you’d look out the window and imagine that Leo was out there, about to confess his love for you like this was one of those cheesy rom coms you held so dearly. He was never there.

If you were honest with yourself, you were a little surprised at how much it hurt. You had been no stranger to Leo’s absence before. So why did it feel like he had ripped out your heart and stomped it? (Damn him. Damn him for giving you a glimmer of hope.)

“Eat.”

Gabbie dropped a plate in front of you on the coffee table. You eyed the slice of pizza, your nose wrinkling. As you pushed the plate away, you grumbled, “Seriously? You break into my home and put pizza in front of you?”

“It’s from across town. Not even a pizzeria in Little Italy. It’s, like, the ultimate form of rebellion.” Gabbie sat next to your curled up body on the couch and reached out to rub your back. “You need to eat something besides the scraps at the bakery. I mean, it’s not even something healthy, so you can be in your eat-junk-and-cry spiral.”

“I would rather just be sad.”

“You can be sad and eat.”

“And I haven’t been crying.”

Gabbie raised a brow. She didn’t look like she believed you. You could hardly blame her. Ever since that day, you had been elbows deep in a shame spiral, trying to forget the hope you felt that Leo might, just finally might, like you the way you always liked him. 

“I haven’t. Really, Gabs. I just…want to watch sad movies and pretend that he never showed up at the bakery.”

“You can’t even say his name, you can admit that you’re hurt—”

Gabbie was silenced at a loud knock at your door. She looked at you, her brows furrowed together. But you had no idea who it was either. You hadn’t ordered anything on lately, you hadn’t ordered takeout, and you certainly hadn’t invited anyone over. Gabbie was only here because she had a key to your apartment. 

Who else could it be?

“Do you want me—?”

You shook your head, pushing yourself up. No, you had to see this. You had to see who had the audacity to show up. You wrapped your blanket around your shoulders a little more securely and  padded over to the door. As you took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself, when another series of knocks rapped at your door. You reached for the knob, turning it slowly, and pulled the door open. 

What stood on the other side made you want to slam the door shut again. And he seemed to know you had that very thought. 

Leo reached out, sticking his hand out, stopping the door from shutting. “Please.”

Your lip quivered. Fuck. You had been holding it together so well before. But now that he was here, standing in front of you, all of those emotions you were trying your damned hardest to ignore, were rising straight to the surface. But you couldn’t cry. Not in front of him. Not now. 

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.”

Leo stepped closer to you, stepping into the threshold of your apartment. Part of you wanted to push him out, kick and scream, tell him that he didn’t have the right to force himself into your life, to pick you up and act like your friend when it was convenient to him. That you were a person, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. But another part of you, the part that still hoped for good things, wanted to pretend this was your rom com moment where the guy makes a grand love confession that sparks the happily ever after. 

“You did. And I tried, I really did. But I missed you.” He tried to reach out for you, but you jumped out of the way. “I never wanted to hurt you. I know that doesn’t make this any better, but I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying to get this right.”

You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt the tears start to prick. “You’re just saying this because you feel bad. You don’t…Look, just go be with Nikki. Don’t feel like you have to grovel or whatever for me. I’m fine. I’m a big girl.”

When you opened your eyes again, Leo looked like he might cry himself. But…That didn’t make anything. Why would he get emotional over this? He was the one breaking your heart? “Nikki isn’t the one I want. I-I don’t know that she ever was.”

A frown settled on your face. That…No, that didn’t make any sense. Nikki had always been the one he gravitated towards. Nikki was the one he always chose. You were just there. “I don’t understand.”

Leo took a step closer to you. This time, you didn’t move away. Not when he stood so close that you could feel his breath fan across your face. Not when he cradled your face in his hands. Not when his thumbs brushed away the tears that managed to fall. “I’m in love with you. I always have been.”

“B-But Nikki—“

“What about her?” Leo took a breath, his eyes fluttering shut. “I thought, once, that she was who I wanted. But, I realized that I was lying to myself. Trying to trick myself into thinking I liked her because I thought she was someone I could be with. I, I never thought I was good enough for you. You’re a fucking angel, and all I’ve ever been is a little shit. I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that you’d like me back.”

You sniffled. “You made me feel like you didn’t give a shit about me, Leo. You followed Nikki around like a puppy, and the second she left for London, it’s like you were finally free of me. Like you didn’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore.”

“I didn’t know how to talk to you. I know that’s no excuse, but it’s true. When Nikki was around, she was like a buffer. If I fucked up, she made sure things weren’t weird. With her gone, I was scared that I would lose you. I didn’t realize that I already was.”

You shook your head. “Then why were you going to ditch me to play soccer with her? Why, why did you take her back to your apartment the night she came back?”

Leo’s brows pinched together. “How, how did you know I—? She was drunk and she wasn’t ready to see her family yet. I offered her a place to stay. But nothing happened, I promise. She slept in my bed, I slept on the couch. That’s it.”

“And why you ditched me?”

“I was just excited to see my friend again, and I acted like a total ass. That was what I was trying to protect you from, because I knew that I would fuck up. I knew I would hurt you somehow without meaning to. I’ve been kicking myself ever since you left that day.”

You shut your eyes, leaning into his hand. You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to so bad. “What took you so long to say all of this?”

“I was trying to do what you wanted. I was scared to lose you anymore that I already had.” Leo took a breath. “Then I told Nikki what happened, and she chewed my ass out. Told me I needed to get my shit together because you weren’t going to be around forever. I don’t want to lose you. I never did.”

You wanted to argue more. You wanted to push harder. You wanted to ask more questions. Because this didn’t feel real. This was the sort of shit that only happened in movies and romance novels. This wasn’t your real life. But…He was here. And he loved you.

“Kiss me.”

Leo’s lips were on yours in a second. You could feel every ounce of desperation, of love, on his plush lips. He kissed you like a man running out of time. Like if he didn’t do this right, he would lose you. He kissed you like he was dying and you were breathing life back into him. It was everything you ever could have dreamed of. 

“Holy shit, this is better than a Hallmark movie.”

You jumped apart, your head whipping around. Shit. You forgot Gabbie was still there. She eyed Leo, like she still might kill him for hurting you. But then she smiled as he tried to hide his bright red face. 

“I think you still owe her a dinner.” Gabbie pointed to the pizza still sitting on the coffee table. “She’s starving, and refuses to eat that shit.”

Leo looked back to you, letting out a chuckle. “You want me to make you dinner?”

“Don’t let her tell you no. She hasn’t been eating anything but junk all week,” Gabbie said. 

“Gabbie!”

Leo’s brows raised. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? C’mon, let’s go back to my place and I’ll make you something nice, yeah?”

You smiled, reaching for his hand to hold. “I would like that very much.”

You quickly slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed your keys, ready to leave, when Gabbie called out, “Hey! If you break her heart, I get to break your neck!”

“Good to know!” Leo called back. To you, he whispered, “Your friend is scary.”

“And serious about the threat,” you said. 

He gave your hand a squeeze. “Well, she doesn’t have anything to worry about, because I’m not telling you go.”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

LEO CAMPO calls you all sorts of petnames. Anything from teasingly referring to you as a cannoli—comparing you to a sweet shell piped with cream inside—to a noble and luxurious name like duchess. Duchess is for special occasions, when you’re at your most vulnerable to be buttered up. He’ll take your coat off for you, pull out your chair, pour you wine, “How was your day, duchess?” Making himself quiet and pliant, a listener to the contents of your busy schedule, until it’s finally his turn to request from you now that you’re ripe for the opportunity. “I was thinking, duchess, I wanna try somethin’ a little new. I got this brand new plug, would love to see it on ya.”

“You’re acting like a little princess.” is another one he’s fond of, interchangeable with “brat.” or “girl.” Intent to pierce you, and cause you an acute sense of self-awareness that shakes you to your core long enough to let him speak. Rattle off on you about, “Where the hell do you get off talkin’ to me like that, huh? Who’ya talkin’ to, princess? ‘Cause it sure as fuck ain’t me.” He brings your haughty attitude right down, yanks it by its skirt and makes it look him in the eyes. Some sass usually has a specific cause, and once he gets a read on you he’ll glance behind his shoulder and adjust the apron tied around is waist. Lowering his voice, he peers at you through his brows, forehead wrinkling from their raised position, “You want a little o’ Leo, don’t’cha?”

Another one he’s most fond of is one he’ll use in the most specific of circumstances. It’s not that you’re skittish, but you are particular. Specifications must often be exact and organization is key to you. If a hair is out of place then it’s cause for upset. That strain of upset is one he’s cultured a fine-tuned sniffer for, reading it on you instantly. He’ll grab your shoulders so he can get you to look at him, “S’the matter, precious? Wha’s goin’ on?” At first you believed it to be a synonym of “princess” meant to make you feel silly for overreacting or acting as though you’re owed the world. Precious is delightfully comforting, and it puts a calming feeling in your chest to know Leo’s here and you’re precious to him.

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒leo hittin' it from the back﹒⌅

𖦹 doggy, chubby reader

“fuck,” Leo mutters as he eases his cock into your cunt, his lids fluttering closed. Once he's bottomed out, his hands come to rest on your ass, fingers digging into the fat flesh as he begins to move his hips at a snail's pace to get used to the stimulation.

This was much different than rubbing one out in a few minutes while his roommate was out and about. He hadn't had a girl in his bed in years, he'd thought he'd forgotten how a pussy felt. All his previous flings were good, yeah, but nothing even came close to how good you were.

Getting the hint that he was having a hard time, you prop yourself up on your elbows. “Let me,” you smile at him through the mirror. He looks down at you, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. Man, had it really been that long? He closes his eyes again, but when you begin to fuck yourself back on his cock, they snap right back open. He'd never had a girl so this before.

With newfound adrenaline, Leo's hands find your love handles, hips beginning to move to match your pace. “Oh, merda,” he moans, mesmerized by the way your ass recoils, how your body jiggles. “mio Dio,” he hisses.

His mind was hazy, his lip was bleeding from how hard he was biting it, and his eyes were rolling back. When he speaks, his voice was so slurred he himself could barely make out what was being said. “proprio così, non fermarti, yes,”

"keep going," he urges, trying desperately to keep himself from cumming. despite his best efforts, he lets out a pathetic, strangled cry as he spurts his seed into you. the most he'd cum in months. the sound of skin slapping gets accompanied by soft 'fwop's as the sticky mix of your juices spreads across your skin.

"w-wait- too mu- hhhuh," he falls forward, hands planted on either side of you as you continue to fuck yourself back onto him. you hadn't cum yet, after all.

"è troppo," he slurs into your hair. "too much," he translates for you, needing you to stop. but you weren't going to stop until you came. So he'd just have to endure it and take it as a sign to improve his stamina.

ᝰ.ᐟ @mortalheartache ⋆ @vixxensvoid ⋆ @ysrjune ⋆ @emmaloo21 ⋆ @102hannah ⋆ @starvrse ⋆ @anakinstwinklebunny ⋆ @wifeofasith ⋆ @ilovekmchenzie ⋆ @geekforhorror ⋆ @gallerygourmet ⋆ @motelofmermaids ⋆ @anakinsbbgirl ⋆ @brooklynb8by ⋆ @mugwump327 ⋆ @offthethirlwall ⋆ @fallout-girl219 ⋆ @catnipaddictt ⋆ @espinathena-17 ⋆ @dazednstars141 ⋆ @jadegmfu

[littleoddwriter]

Leo campo x trans male reader who used to be addicted to alcohol

Leo Campo x Trans!Male!Reader, who used to be an Alcoholic | Headcanons

Hey there! I hope you like these and they're all right, thanks for the request. :)

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; (Past) Alcoholism; AA-Meetings; Recovery; Mentions of (almost) Relapse and Gender Dysphoria; Comfort.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

When you and Leo started dating, you were already on your way to a three-month-milestone of sobriety; and you tell him as much when it's finally there, since you're so proud of this achievement and want to celebrate with him. He is incredibly supportive of you and makes you the absolute most delicious pizza you've ever eaten for the occasion.

He'll take you to your AA-Meetings whenever he can and also picks you up from them, which you really appreciate; especially on those days where it's all just that much harder on you.

If you're uncomfortable with any sort of alcohol in your presence, like when Leo would be drinking a beer or a glass of wine, he's more than happy to make sure there is never even a drop of it around you - he doesn't mind not drinking when you're with him, after all.

On bad days with your gender dysphoria, you'll crave the numbing effect of alcohol more than ever and it causes you to almost relapse on several occasions; but fortunately, Leo is always here for you, patiently talking to you and distracting you, making you good food and cuddling you to get your mind off of things. Of course, he always sprinkles little reassurances in there, telling you how incredibly handsome you are and what a wonderful, strong man you are.

Every milestone is being celebrated with him; no matter how small or insignificant you might think it is - he's all over it and you, because he's the proudest boyfriend in the world and he wants to make sure you know it.

[tolkien-in-beleriand]

I was tagged by the lovely @sciencespock (thank you dear!)

A - Age: 32

B - Birthplace: Brazil

C - Current Time: 4:56 PM

D - Drink You Last Had: coffe

E - Easiest Person To Talk To: my best friend Fer

F - Favourite Song: so many

G - Grossest Memory: oh let’s not go there

H - Horror Yes or Horror No: sometimes

I - In Love: no

J - Jealous of People: sometimes :(

K - Killed Someone: not yet

L - Love At First Sight Or Should I Walk By Again: probably should walk by again

M - Middle Name: Campos

N - Number of Siblings: two

O - One Wish: that things start to get better

P - Person You Called Last: I can’t even remember

Q - Question You Are Always Asked: “why you think fantasy is literature?” bitch...

R - Reason to Smile: my cat and my friends

S - Song You Sang Last: Fuck You by Lily Allen

T - Time You Woke Up: 3 PM

U - Underwear Colour: white

V - Vacation Destination: my couch :(

W - Worst Habit: my entire life

X - X-rays: last? my back

Y - Your favourite food: PO-TA-TO

Z - Zodiac Sign: leo

I tag my platonic valentine for the day @simariethehawk

[tobyquinns]

abc tag

I was tagged by @webuiltthepyramids thank you, Nicole!!

a – age: 19

b – biggest fear: failure (and ghosts)

c – current time: 10 pm

d – drink you last had: orange soda

e – every day starts with: a shower

f – favourite song: lost in my mind - the head and the heart; at least at the moment because i don’t have one specific favorite 

g – ghosts, are they real: maybe? i try not to piss them off

h – hometown: são josé dos campos 

i – in love with: stars

j – jealous of: people that have their life together lmao

k – killed someone: what

l – last time you cried: don’t remember?

m – middle name: naomi (second name tbh)

n – number of siblings: one

o – one wish: travel the world

p – person you last called/texted: @har-monicageller always

q – questions you’re always asked: "do you speak japanese?” and other three thousand questions about japan

r – reasons to smile: mom, friends, music, the moon

s – song last sang: my happy ending - avril lavigne... the nostalgia 

t – time you woke up: 11am (i woke at 8am but went back to sleep lol)

u – underwear colour: yellow

v – vacation destination: my couch

w – worst habit: nail biting

x – x-rays you’ve had: back and chest, i think

y – your favourite food: yakisoba and pasta 

z – zodiac sign: leo

[edenplantation]

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[rockandblognet]

Festivales 2017

Adjuntamos toda la info de les festivales de Rock y Metal para este año en nuestro país:

  Heavy Metal Espectros

Días 24 y 25 de Febrero – Sala por Confirmar – MURCIA

MURO

WITCHBURNER

ZARPA

RAGING FIRE

Ave Fénix Rock Fest

Días 3 y 4 de Marzo – Sala La Fábrica de Tornillos – Miranda de Ebro – BURGOS

Día 3

SHIRAZ LANE

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Día 4

SÔBER

HIJOS DE OVERON

NUDO

AQUELARRE

  Palacio Metal Fest

Día 11 de Marzo – Parque de las Marismas – Los Palacios – SEVILLA

EVILE

TRALLERY

ANAL HARD

LIZZIES

NECROPHILIAC

HITTEN

MAUSER

New Metal Fest

Día 13 de Marzo  – Sala Cadillac Solitario – MADRID

HELIX NEBULA

EXODIUM

SHAMELESS

Metalmeria

Días 14 y 15 de Abril – Sala por confirmar – ALMERÍA

CANKER

ONIRICUS

AGRESIVA

WASTELAND RIDERS

WANDERER

TRALLERY

SALA X

Jaen Metal

Día 22 de Abril – Sala Kharma  – JAÉN

THE NEW ROSES

JOTNAR

HOLYCIDE

DRAGON’S KISS

LET THE OCEAN SCREAM

Viña Rock

Días 28-29-30 de Abril – Villarobledo – ALBACETE

AVALANCH

KILLUS

LEO JIMÉMEZ

MÄGO DE OZ

OBÚS

SÔBER

TIERRA SANTA

VITA IMANA

WHISY CARAVAN

ZENOBIA

Otero Brutal Fest

Días 5 y 6 de Mayo – OVIEDO

OSNLAUGHT

ANGELUS APATRIDA

LESS FORTUNATE SONGS

PAYBACK

LOS MONTAÑEROS DE KENTUCKY MADBALL

DR. LIVING DEAD

H2O

ANAL HARD

MINDTAKER

IGNITE

POSESSION

ELEPHANTS

PANDEMIA

THE ARSON PROJECT

COME BACK FROM THE DEAD

WORST

TRALLERY

GETIN TRIBAL

CROWBAR

SOZIEDAD ALKOHOLIKA

Pounding Metal Fest

Días 6 y 7 de Mayo – Sala por confirmar – MADRID

ATTACKER

OMISSION

NIGHT DEMON

VISIGOTH

Hard Rock Hell Ibiza

Días 10 y 17 de Mayo – IBIZA

THE QUIREBOYS

RECKLESS LOVE

GUN PHIL CAMPBELL AND THE BASTARD SONS

BONFIRE

WOLF

PLANET OF ZEUS

BONAFIDE

CHASE THE ACE

REGULUS

THIRTEEN STARS

SKAM

HUMM

HELL’S GAZELLES

THE GREED

JOKER’S RAGE

DEATHWISH

Knights of Metal

Días 26 y 27 de Mayo –  Poble Espanyol – BARCELONA

KORPIKLAANI

OBSCURA

BEYOND CREATION

FIT FOR A KING

Kalos Hard & Heavy Melodic Festival

Día 27 de Mayo – Sala La Riviera – MADRID

CRAZY LIXX

HARDLINE

MICHAEL SCHENKER con Robin McAuley

SNAKES IN PARADISE

TREAT

+ Q Rock

Día 3 de Junio – Los Realejos – TENERIFE

VITA IMANA

MERIDIAN ZERO

OVERDRIVE

PROYECTO LIKEN

ABUELA MUERTE

BLINDED FOR LIES

GALIOT

Download Festival Madrid

Días 22, 23 y 24  Junio  – Caja Mágica – MADRID

Jueves 22 de junio

LINKIN PARK

FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH

MONTIONLESS IN WHITE

TOUCHÉ AMORÉ

HACKTIVIST

Viernes 23 de junio

SYSTEM OF A DOWN

THE CULT

OPETH

EVERY TIME I DIE

ZAKK SABBATH

MYRATH

Sábado 24 de junio

PROPHETS OF RAGE

NOFX

IN FLAMES

APOCALYPTICA (PLAYS METALLICA BY FOUR CELLOS)

MINISTRY

SUICIDAL TENDENCIES

DEAFHEAVEN

SÒLSTAFIR

GOD DAMN

Azkena Rock Festival

Días 23 y 24 de Junio  –  recinto Mendizabala  –  VITORIA

Be Prog! My Friend

Días 30 de Junio y 1 Julio – Poble Espanyol – BARCELONA

Viernes 30 de Junio

MARILLION

MIKE PORTNOY’S SHATTERED FORTRESS

ULVER

ANIMALS AS LEADERS

CALIGULA’S HORSE

Sábado 1 de Julio

JETHRO TULL

DEVIN TOWNSEND PROJECT

ANATHEMA

LEPROUS

JARDÍN DE LA CROIX

Rock Fest Barcelona

Días 30 de Junio, 1 y 2 de julio  –  Parc de Can Zam – Santa Coloma de Gramenet – BARCELONA

77

ABBATH

AEROSMITH

AIRBOURNE

ALICE COOPER

ALTER BRIDGE

ANGELUS APATRIDA

AVANTASIA

BLUE OYSTER CULT

CARCASS

CRISIX

DECAPITATED

DEEP PURPLE

DIRKSCHNEIDER

ECLIPSE

EMPEROR

ENSIFERUM

EUROPE

EXCITER

GLORYHAMMER

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

GOTTHARD

HAMMERFALL

IMPERIAL JADE

IN EXTREMO

JOTNAR

KILLCODE

LORDS OF BLACK

ÑU

METAL CHURCH

PARADISE LOST

QUEENSRYCHE

RAGE

REINCIDENTES

RUNNING WILD

SARATOGA

SAXON

SAUROM

SEPULTURA

SODOM

SOZIEDAD ALKOHOLIKA

W.A.S.P

Z! Live Rock Fest

Días 30 de Junio y 1 de Julio –  Auditorio Ruta de la Plata  – ZAMORA

30 de Junio

SARATOGA

REVOLUTION WITHIN

CICONIA

NOCTURNIA

SIN CONTROL

1 de Julio

ANGELUS APATRIDA

APHONNIC

AVALANCH

KRITTER

QUAOAR

SAUROM

SOMAS CURE

STRATOVARIUS

TIERRA SANTA

Resurrection Fest

Días 5, 6, 7 y 8 de Julio – Viveiro

ADRIFT

AGNOSTIC FRONT

AIRBOURNE

ALCEST

ALL OUT WAR

ÅNIMA

ANIMALS AS LEADERS

ANNIHILATOR

ARCH ENEMY

ARCHITECTS

BALA

BASTARDS

BENIGHTED

BESTA

BLAZE OUT

BÖIRA

BROTHERS TILL WE DIE

BURY TOMORROW

COMEBACK KID

CONAN

CRIM

D.Y.S.

DEEZ NUTS

DROPKICK MURPHYS

EL ALTAR DEL HOLOCAUSTO

ELUVEITIE

ENTER SHIKARI

GUERRERA

HOLOCAUSTO CANIBAL

KARMA TO BURN

KILLUS

KORPIKLAANI

KRISIUN

LATE TO SCREAM

LEGACY OF BRUTALITY

LORDS OF BLACK

LOST SOCIETY

MALEVOLENCE

MANTAR

MASTODON

MAYHEM

MORPHIUM

MUTANT

NAPALM DEATH

NOCTEM

NORTHLANE

OBITUARY

ONE FOR APOCALYPSE

ORANGE GOBLIN

PENTAGRAM

PORCO BRAVO

QUAOAR

RAMMSTEIN

RANCID

REALITY SLAP

RED FANG

REVOLUTION WITHIN

SABATON

SNAPCASE

SOZIEDAD ALKOHOLIKA (FIESTA DE BIENVENIDA)

STRAY TRAIN

SUICIDAL TENDENCIES

TAAKE

TEETHING

TERROR

THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER

THE BLACKJAW

THE BOUNCING SOULS

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

THE VINTAGE CARAVAN

TRAGIC VISION

TRASHNOS

TRUCKFIGHTERS

VICE PRESIDENTES

VITA IMANA

WARBRINGER

WISDOM IN CHAINS

WOLF DOWN

Garage Sound Fest

Días 14 y 15 de Julio –  Auditorio Miguel Ríos  – Rivas Vaciamadrid – MADRID

THE DARKNESS

UGLY KID JOE

 NASHVILLE PUSSY

 THE ANSWER

 MUSTASCH

 BARBE-Q-BARBIES

 NEON DELTA

LOS BRAZOS

THUNDER

Leyendas del Rock

Días 9, 10, 11 y 12 de Agosto – Policeportivo Municipal – Villena – ALICANTE

1349

ABORTED

ALQUIMIA

AMARANTHE

AMON AMARTH

AND THEN SHE CAME

ANGELUS APÁTRIDA

ARCH ENEMY

ARKONA

AVALANCH

BEETHOVEN R.

BLIND GUARDIAN

BLOODBATH

DIAMOND HEAD

ECLIPSE

ELVENKING

EPICA

FIREWIND

HAMMERFALL

INSOMNIUM

LUJURIA

MAGNUM

MANEGARM

MASTERPLAN

MEDINA AZAHARA

MOONSORROW

NERVOSA

NOCTEM

OBÚS

OMNIUM GATHERUM

OVERKILL

PRIMAL FEAR

RAVEN

RHAPSODY

ROCK D.A.M.

SABATON

SARATOGA

SERIOUS BLACK

SHERPA

TAKO

THUNDER MOTHER

TIGRES.

TIERRA SANTA

TRIPTYKON

VHÄLDEMAR

VREID

ZENOBIA

Skulls Of Metal

Dia 26 de Agosto –  Campo de Fútbol – Las Escuelas – JAÉN

RIOT V

Iberian Warriors Metal Fest

Días 23 y 24 de Septiembre  – Centro Cívico Delicias  – ZARAGOZA

HELL

SKYCLAD

CRUACHAN

WOLFHEART

GRIMNER

NUMEN

DIABULUS IN MÚSICA

THE HYPOTHESYS

IN LUNA

CELTACHOR

MILETH

BLOOD RED THRONE

  Aquelarre Metal Rock Fest

Día 7 de Octubre  – Sala Garaje Beat Club – MURCIA

VITA IMANA

SOMA’S CURE

FAR ‘N’ HATE

RED SOIL

SIX BURNING KNIVES

Folk Fest Pilar

Día 14 de Octubre – ZARAGOZA

FEJD

DALRIADA

CUÉLEBRE

South Rock Festival

Día 28 de Octubre – Sala  La Trinchera – MÁLAGA

CANNIBAL GRANDPA

FAR’N’HATE

GODDAMN

CHAOS BEFORE GEA

BORN FROM ADVERSITY

Festivales 2017 was originally published on Rock and Blog

[starryevermore]

foolish one ✧ leo campo

angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

request: Hiiii, I just read your Leo fic and I absolutely loved it.  Is there any way you can write another one? - anon

pairing: leo campo x fem!reader

summary: you know how to keep me waiting. i know how to act like i’m fine. don’t know what to call this situation, but i know i can’t call you mine. and it’s delicate, but i will do my best to seem bulletproof. ‘cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around. and maybe, someday, when we’re older, this is something we’ll laugh about over coffee every morning while you’re watching the news. but then the voices say, “you are not the exception. you will never learn your lesson.”

word count: 2,076

warnings?: implied smut, friends with benefits, angst, no happy ending, not proofread

It ran like clockwork. Every Friday night, you would go to Luigi’s an hour before closing time. Leo would bring you a vodka martini that you would drink as he flits between flirting with you, serving final drinks, and running through the closing activities. As the last of the patrons left, Leo would offer you a charming smile, ask if you’d like to take the party upstairs, and you would (trying to not seem so eager) accept. He would lead you to his apartment and…Let’s just say, make a mess in his sheets In the morning, Leo would offer you a coffee—a croissant if he was feeling particularly nice. By the time you finished drinking, you would be ready to leave. and it would all repeat again the next week.

You liked the routine. You liked the simplicity of the arrangement. 

You liked that, for once, Leo would actually pay attention to you. 

For as long as you could remember, you had had a crush on Leo Campo. It wasn’t an uncommon position to be in. He was funny, witty, and handsome as could be. Nearly every woman in Little Italy—single and taken alike—wanted him. But it was an equally uncommon position for Leo to not notice you. In your younger years, his attention was completely devoted to his best friend, Nikki Angiolo. Then, when their friendship eventually deteriorated because of the sudden feud between their families, you still couldn’t catch his eye. You were a dorky sort of kid. No one really spared you a second glance. 

It wasn’t until you left for college, had a glow up, and returned to Little Italy to take over the family business that anyone really noticed you. (In some ways, if you were being honest with yourself, that kind of hurt—the younger version of you deserved to be noticed, too.) But the most surprising thing of all was when Leo noticed you. 

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Leo said, two shot glasses in hand, when you came to Luigi’s one Friday night. He slid a shot of tequila in front of you, keeping one shot glass to himself. 

You were caught between being snarky (“You’d’ve seen me if you paid attention to women who don’t look like a model straight off the runway”) and finally, finally, getting to be the giggly girl who finally caught the hottest boy in town’s attention in your fantasies. You tried to find the middle ground by saying, “Been gone a few years.”

“You’re from here? Nah, I think I’d remember you if that was the case. Can never forget a beautiful woman like yourself.”

Humming, you picked up the shot glass, tilting it in Leo’s direction. “Maybe you should get your memory checked.” You leaned in a little.

“Would you mind helping me refresh my memory?” Leo asked, picking up his own shot glass. 

“Do you talk like this to every woman who comes up to the bar?” Truthfully, you didn’t want to know the answer. You kind of already did. A man as handsome as him? With as well-known playboy tendencies that your friends loved to tell you about whenever you’d call? Yeah, you technically knew. But you that this line was the ultimate flirtatious exchange. It would make his feelings toward you more clear, let you know if it was okay to make a move. 

“Only the gorgeous ones,” Leo said, flashing you a grin. 

It felt weird to be this bold. It felt so out of character, so out of left field that if anyone was witness to this, they’d think you had gone off the deep end. But… Well, you already got this far. You couldn’t back down now—not that you really wanted to. So, you asked, “When does your shift end?”

Leo glanced at the clock on the wall behind you. “‘Bout an hour. I gotta close, but my place is right upstairs.”

“Maybe I’ll stick around then.”

Leo’s tongue darted out, licking his lips. He shamelessly looked you up and down, pausing for a bit longer than maybe necessary to stare at your cleavage. (Thank God you had decided to wear a shirt that provided a tasteful peak at your breasts and a push-up bra that accentuated them all the more, you had thought.) When he looked back up at you, his face was subtly tinted pink. “You should.”

And you did. 

It was a night you would never forget, finally getting to live out your fantasies. And, oh, what an amazing night it was. For all of Leo’s womanizer tendencies, you expected him to be more focused on his own pleasures. To not care about making you feel good. But you were so, so wrong. Because that man was fucking dedicated. 

You never expected it to last, though. You thought it would be just a one time thing. Something you would tell your friends about and giggle over the idea that maybe he would show interest in you one more time. But come morning, Leo was handing you a mug of coffee and saying, “We should do this again sometime.”

You were caught between being shocked and giggling like a schoolgirl. You distracted yourself by taking a drink of the coffee, trying to figure out how to response. Finally, you said, “Just name the time and place.”

And so, the routine began. And you never looked back. 

At least, you didn’t for a while. This was always supposed to be a casual thing. Nothing serious. The classic friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached scenario. You both were free to see other people as you pleased. Either one of you could call it off if you so pleased. And you were content with that. Leo Campo, after all, was not the sort of man to commit. You always knew that. You always knew you would never hold a piece of his heart. You never expected anyone to. 

But then you saw her. Saw the way he looked at her. Saw how he dedicated all of his time to her ever since she came home. And you knew then that Leo Campo could love. It’s just that he could never love you. 

And yet, he still came back to you. Still invited you into his bed. Pretended that neither of you could see the way he burned for Nikki Angiolo. And you knew it shouldn’t have, but it gave you just enough of an inkling of hope to think that maybe he did care about you in some capacity. 

Though the question ate at you, you never intended to voice your concerns. You knew nothing good would come out of it. And even if you would eventually lose Leo to Nikki…Well, you so selfishly wanted to keep him around for as long as possible. 

But nothing ever really went to plan for you. Perhaps it was because it was a Monday, not a Friday. Perhaps it was because he came to your apartment. Perhaps it was because you weren’t expecting him at all. But it brought the question to the very forefront of your mind, and it wouldn’t let you rest until you got an answer—no matter if it was the one you didn’t want to hear. 

“What are we?” you asked one night as the two of you basked in the afterglow before you could stop yourself or even think about what you were saying. 

Leo shut his eyes, suppressing a groan. You knew he hated when you brought this up, even if it was seldom that you did. It’s just…The boundaries of whatever this was, was never defined. You just wanted to know your place in his life. If you were more than just a good lay. If you meant something to him like he did to you. 

“Not this again,” he grumbled. You weren’t quite sure you were supposed to hear that. It almost sounded he was talking to himself. You certainly had never had this conversation with him before, had always respected the boundaries he so carefully constructed. How often, though, had he had this conversation with the other women he slept with? Did he consider you to be one of them—never satisfied with the arrangement, trying to trap him in a relationship he never wanted? Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Leo run his hands over his face. A little louder, he asked, “Why does it matter?”

You turned over on your side and looked at Leo. When you tried to reach out, caress his face, urge him to look back at you, he only pushed your hand away. You asked, trying to swallow your hurt, “I mean…we’re friends, right?”

He didn’t say anything immediately. Didn’t try to convince you he felt something, anything more than lust, for you. You were really to take that silence as an answer, turn away from him, pretend that you hadn’t said anything at all. Of course it couldn’t be that simple. “Never really thought about it.”

And, oh, that hurt. Reaffirmed everything you ever thought about how Leo felt about you. In just five words, Leo told you that you never meant as much to him as he did to you. And even if that was something you always knew, deep down, it still hurt for it to be confirmed. To know that it would the truth instead of some lie you just told yourself to keep you from getting your hopes too high. 

“Go.”

Leo finally looked over at you, his brows pinched together. “Huh?”

“Leave,” you said, thinking that he didn’t understand you were telling him to get out. Sometimes he was like that. Sometimes you had to tell him something very directly for him to understand. 

Leo pushed himself up, propping himself up on his elbows. “You’re kicking me out?”

Why wasn’t he understanding? Why didn’t he get that, if you meant nothing to him, he didn’t get to stay? What was so hard about understanding that? You rolled over on your side, turned your back to him. You couldn’t look at him while you did this, or else you might change your mind. 

He reached over, touched your shoulder. You jerked away, pushing yourself closer to the edge of the bed to get away from him. “Don’t be like this.”

“I have work in the morning. Gotta get up early.”

“Earlier you said you have tomorrow off.”

Damn him. Damn him for remembering what you said but still not caring about you. “Errands then. I just got an early morning, and I’d like to sleep.”

Leo reached for you again. This time, you didn’t move away, let him touch you one last time. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

“Why should it matter? You don’t even think of me as a friend.” You pulled the covers around you tighter, burrowing yourself in a little cocoon. Didn’t even care that, in doing so, you were taking the covers from Leo. He didn’t deserve your covers. “And that’s pretty fucking clear. I never ask anything of you, but when I ask you to leave, you can’t even give me that.”

“Why are you doing this? What’s wrong?” Leo moved closer to you, sure that you wouldn’t try to pull away again. He pressed his body against yours, buried his face in the crook of your neck. His lips ghosted over the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “C’mon. This isn’t like you.”

“How would you know? We’re not friends.”

Leo kissed your shoulder softly. In any other circumstance, you might have melted. But, now, it felt like he was burning you. “I care about you—”

You fought the urge to scoff. How was this caring? “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Me neither. I never want to fight with you. Just, please, tell me what’s upsetting you so I can make it better—”

God, how was he so obtuse? How couldn’t he understand what you were saying? 

“No. I don’t want to do…whatever this is anymore. I want to end this…arrangement between us.”

Leo pulled away. Finally. “Are you serious?”

You could only nod.

“…did I do something?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will the tears pricking at your eyes to not fall. Not now. Not while he was still hear. “You did nothing at all.”

And maybe that was the worst part of all.