✽ . ˚ &. 「 TYLER HOECHLIN. THIRTY-NINE. CISMALE. HE/HIM. 」LEONARDO ‘LEO’ HAYNES occupies LEVEL SEVEN: #705. you’ll know THE LIBRA is home if you hear BAD BOYS FOR LIFE by DIDDY blasting through their speakers. THE POLICE OFFICER has been living in wisteria for ONE MONTH. since then they’ve built a reputation for being ALTRUISTIC and NON-COMMITTAL , typical for THE LOTHARIO .
full name. leonardo patrick haynes jr
nickname. leo , haynes , junior
height. 6′4″
age. thirty-nine
city of birth: fairfield , california
birthday: september 25th, 1983
career. police officer ( commander , recent promotion ) ; air force veteran
marital status. divorced
sexuality. not fuckin str8
children. stella haynes ( 16 , going on 17 )
leo ... is a straight up army brat — having been born on travis air force base in northern california . his father , an air force airman while his mother , a stay-at-home mom once elementary school teacher .
he is the youngest of four siblings and therefore , the most spoiled especially being the only boy out of his sisters .
he moved around a lot growing up — even though their primary residence was on travis AFB , they still moved from place to place wherever their father was needed . after all , he’s been command chief master sergeant for the past thirty years . he didn’t get to that rank just sitting on his ass and he instilled this behavior in his children , especially leo .
it was expected of leo to join the military when he got older — enlisting when he was fresh out of high school at eighteen . his oldest sister also enlisted while his middle sisters opted for married life .
while in traveling in hawaii at hickman afb on assignment , leonardo met his first and only wife . they were young , they were in-love ... or so she thought . she wound up pregnant , leo ... being who he was raised by , asked for her hand in marriage .
their daughter stella was born on january 23rd , 2006 when leo was just 23 . the two of them left hawaii , setting up home in los angeles .
leo , unlike his father , would opt to leave active duty ; getting honorable discharge at the age of 28 after completing his 10 years in service . his father , although not happy with his decision , understood .
at the age of 29 , he joined the police ranks and has been apart of the LAPD for the past ten years . jumping in the ranks due to his disciplined military background .
after eight years of marriage , leo and his wife called it quits after his ... let’s say ... unfaithful tendencies . sighting irreconcilable differences , the divorce was finalized in 2015 — the two of them having shared custody of their daughter .
after his divorce , there was no woman who could tie this man down for long . his eyes wander , his charm undeniable . he just recently broke up with his last partner ... if you could even call it that . in his eyes , they weren’t even really committed to each other . but in her eyes ... she was ready to introduce that man to her family .
welp , since his divorce he ended up moving in with some roommates of his on the force only for them to get on his fuckin nerves after a while . he has since been rooming with his best friend , garrett for the past few years ; the two of them recently calling wisteria home .
his daughter frequently comes to visit - when that usually happens , he sleeps on the air bed while she gets the bed . #girldad
uhhhh he’s a nice dude - he’s the type of cop to let you go in a traffic stop cus he just dont got time . he a little too high up there to care about alllat . he’s also pretty active in the community wanting high school aged kids to take the military into consideration — he basically get two paychecks every two weeks ......... like dawg ????
people ask why he wanna live with roommates , they’re his besties thats why and also he doesn’t have a whole ass fam so he doesnt see the reason to have his own home . plus he’s barely there due to his rigorous career .
Aiden was just barely making it in the door when he heard the bitching starting up between his two roommates. A heavy sigh pushed out of his chest as he tossed his bag into it’s usual corner by the door and moved into the kitchen to lean on the counter somewhere between Leo on the couch and Garrett at the fridge. “I can’t stand milk, that one was all you Russell.” He answered, looking at the fuckin’ science experiment in the making that Garrett was holding. The exhaustion of the day showed on his face, running the gym and taking on new clients was taking it’s toll on Aiden’s stress levels.
“Move, that was the worst fuckin’… Midas turned shit to gold, motherfucker… I swear to fuck, I have the only braincell in this fuckin’ apartment…” He continued grumbling and cursing the both of them out under his breath as he bullied Garrett out of the way to grab a trash bag.
“I know Midas turned shit to gold asshole. Not my problem you couldn’t use that one fucking braincell to understand what I was getting at.” He retorted.
He barely moved out the way when Aiden shoved past him for a trash bag, moving towards the sink to begin working on getting the pile of dishes cleaned. He scrunched up his nose as he picked up a plate with rotting food that had mold stuck to it, grossed the fuck out. “I’m about to take all these fucking dishes and throw ‘em in the trash.” He warned. No way was he keeping a moldy, crusty plate like that one and eating out of it later. Setting it aside he reached for a cup instead with leftover coffee inside of it, which was still relatively fresh and far less gross. Pouring the coffee out he grabbed the sponge and some dish soap, beginning to scrub each dish clean. Truthfully he was probably going to have run them through the dishwasher multiple times before he felt they’d be clean enough to eat off of.
“Look I get it,” He said, grabbing a hand towel to begin drying the clean ones as he turned to face them. “We all got long days, working crazy hours. I know you got those overnights.” He said with a nod to Leo. “It’s just getting out of hand.”
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“ i love how — “ leonardo began quietly , adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he grabbed the all - purpose cleaner from under the sink , spraying across the marble counter top as he shook his head . “ — you’re the one scolding us when you had more than ample opportunity to do so . “ placing the spray bottle down , he ripped off a piece or five of paper towels — bunching them up and wiping the counters clean in circular motions ; leaving a dewy - fresh scent lingering around the three of them .
he then used that same paper towel to get in the nooks and crannies of the cabinet handles . these fuckin’ dudes don’t wash their hands . they’re MEN ... who were asking for a re-surging of covid & ... maybe another unknown disease to fester in their kitchen . “ maybe look we shouldn’t even use dishes . i’m good with good ol’ paper fuckin’ plates . literally eat off it , toss it , garbage down the chute . “
she absentmindedly flips through the mail . eyes briefly scanning the contents of each envelope before deciding if it’s anything of importance . junk mail . advertisements . oh look , a letter from her college’s alumni network . lyra looks up at the question . “ i guess that all depends on the car you’re getting her . a new car ? might be a little OVERKILL . think about the insurance premiums . ” says the last part in jest . “ a pre-owned car ? a slightly more valid gift for a seventeen year old . ”
he leaned against the other mailboxes along the wall , crossing his arms as he peered at the woman . “ listen , i’d rather get her a new car than a used one . but i have my reasons — she’s a young girl and i’d rather know that what she has can get her from point a to point b without the probability of breaking down out of nowhere . as for the premiums , that’s for me to deal with . plus , as a vet , my insurance isn’t that bad so i can muster the extra three - hundred dollars a month towards hers . “ leonardo pointed out , puckering his lips with a shrug . “ plus , her mother and i discussed it so ... why not ?? “
If there was one thing Garrett didn’t like, it was a mess. He couldn’t stand dirty dishes or rotting food. But with three middle-aged guys in one apartment, things were bound to get a little messy. Maybe more than a little messy. He tried to clean up after himself, at least. But, obviously, that wasn’t enough.
Picking up the milk left out, he scrunched his nose in irritation at its curdled state, its smell toxic. Fuck, that was gross. Their sink, piled high, wasn’t much better.
“It smells like something fucking died in here.” He nagged, tossing the spoiled milk into the trash.
“I swear the both of you are like fuckin’ king Midas, turning everything you touch into shit.”
in leonardo’s defense , the second that man came home all he wanted to do was eat , shower , and sleep . ugh , the night patrols make it even worse — ain’t no time to clean or worry about milk when he has to be up at the ass crack of dawn to get down to the station in time . waving his hand , he rolled his eyes — standing near the kitchen entrance as he dug his hand in a newly opened bag of bbq fritos twists .
“ relax , i told you i would do that when i got home at six . and ... “ he looked at the clock on the wall . “ ... i just got home and it’s 5:59pm — give me like one more minute and i’ll clean it up . the milk ... that wasn’t me though you know i only drink oat or almond . but no we really need to clean it up in here . stell’s coming soon and honestly , don’t need the smell of lingering spoiled milk in here . “
santo snorts, not at leo, but mainly at the fact that he doesn’t have the slightest clue either. pretty sure someone might have to opt into that feature for them, though…
“oh yeaaaa. you got it, big dog.” he pops him in the side of his arm like it’s an encouraging nudge. “just don’t get her that mercedes x-one or whatever the hell it’s called. teens like to hit alotta curbs then say ‘ oops ‘.” actually… he’s pretty sure his grown woman of an ex still does that, but that’s neither here nor there. “when’s her birthday comin’ up ?”
“ mercedes x - o— what ?? “ leonardo couldn’t help the small giggle that fell from his lips , nodding his head from side to side . “ it’s january 23rd — but don’t worry , i was looking into honda accords or even a toyota rav-4 . you know , something safe , reliable that she can have for the next ten years . “
the blume’s litter of kiddos had already grown into adulthood and ventured into their own respective lives. it took time but selina accepted how each of them had left the nest and understood that maybe, the holidays were the best time to play house again. to her luck the existence of social media made her feel closer to her children and their children even if they were miles apart. though selina accepted it, closure still beckoned. she missed the report cards and the rewards ( or punishments ) that came with it. ❛❛ they mail it ? i used to have to pick it up at the office during parent teacher meetings. ❜❜
selina folded her junk mail and threw it inside the closest wastebin. she tossed through the important mail — burger king coupons and costco ads. ❛❛ a car ? as a gift ? ❜❜ she chuckled. ❛❛ oh dear, a whole ass car ? ❜❜ she repeated. ❛❛ you’re joking right ? ❜❜
“ well , with a little convincing , the school board will do anything for you ... “ he began , adjusting the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose ; blinking a couple of times at the woman before him . “ just kidding — i just pulled out the veteran card and they were more than happy to accommodate . plus , she lives in santa ana . the amount of TRAFFIC to get out there ?? for a parent teacher conference ?? pssssh , got the EXACT wrong one . “ leo held his hands up with a shake of his head . “ the only time she and her mom can expect me out there is when she wants to come over for the weekend . “
he fondled in his back pocket for his key fob to get in the elevator , shrugging his shoulders . “ yeah , a whole ass car . look , i’m not doing this for any other reason other than i’m rewarding good behavior . my girl’s an honor student and has held that since middle school and ... why not let her enjoy her senior year with a new whip ?? “
Cody’s blue hues were obscured by a pair of aviator sunglasses. As his hand reached towards the tiny horizontal metal boxes that boasted each tenants numbered flat. Still lingering from the cigarette he’d just consumed outside Cody flipped through his own contents. Bills, checks, letters to his LLC. Glancing over as he heard the other begin to speak and with a soft laugh he replied, holding up an envelope, “I still get paid in bloody checks every now n again,” he nodded. “Sometimes people find comfort in the ways we used to do things,” that, and sometimes only a cashiers check or wire transfer could pay his fee. Resting his back on the untouched bank of mailboxes Cody was easily the best and the worst person to ask about procuring a car for a daughter. “Oi, I do not envy you, mate, I was a shit at seventeen,” he was probably still a shit just a different kind of one at 32. Absently playing with a peeling stamp Cody thought about the question. “I have no children…that I know of,” he added it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility…”So my advice or opinion is rooted only in my experience…and I fuckin’ love cars, I’ve six, so bit of an obsession really, but I think the more meaningful and best way they’re gonna learn, is if they buy that car themselves. Might hate you now, but learning how to buy a car, and what to look for, and knowing how much you can spend…well those are lessons everyone needs.” He thought about it then thought about the lease for one of the apartments penthouses in his kitchen, something he’d been mulling over now that he was more than settled. “Make the gift a gas card, or lifetime supply of free oil changes,” he laughed. Furrowing a brow slightly Cody reached out his hand, “Cody Langley, 405.”
“ i haven’t gotten paid in a check in a while . my ex - wife was a little too nosey for her own good so i took advantage of direct deposit veeeerrry early in life . “ leonardo chuckled to himself , a whistle following at the end as he tossed any and all junk mail in the trash . nooo he — nor garrett — needed to get involved in publisher’s clearing house . “ six cars ?? well ... one could technically say that i have two if you count my police car , but i don’t really count that . it’s not like i drive it back home . okay ... i drove it home once but that was more of me forgetting to leave boomer’s water bowl out like i was supposed to . “ he lifted his head , turning his attention back to cody .
“ listen , she’s my only kid so i don’t see the issue in kick starting her young adult life for her . i mean , if she wrecks it , then she’s on her own for the next one ... if it’s her fault . “ he pointed out , holding up a hand in defense . “ but i gotta agree with the gas card ... that’s a pretty good idea especially with these prices . “ leonardo scoffed with a shake of his head before reaching to take cody’s hand in his , a firm grip and a casual shake following , his smile pearlescent . “ nice to meet you , cody — leonardo haynes but please , call me leo . i’m in uhh ... 705 with that big ass oaf and sweet ol’ boom . “
“How’s that even a fuckin’ question? ‘Course you gotta get her the fucking car. Let her live a little.”
He had a soft spot for Stella, remembering when she was just this little kid, badgering him on why he had a funny nose and then told him, with a completely straight face, that he looked like Squidward. He got a good chuckle outta that.
“How’s she fuckin’ doing anyway? Feel like it’s been a minute since I’ve seen her.” He said, extending a hand out for the mail currently being held hostage in Leo’s hands. “I was expecting something, by the way. We get any packages?”
huh — yeah ... don’t even know why he asked garrett that question knowing his answer was gonna be yes anyway . stella could have been the world’s baddest kid , in and out of juvi , always getting suspended or expelled and he would have still said YES .
a smile etched upon leo’s face as he shook his head ; adjusting his glasses on his face as he handed over the mail to garrett’s extended hand — keeping the report card and tucking it away in his back pocket . “ she’s doin’ fine . she’ll be here in ... a couple of weeks actually . her birthday’s comin’ up , so she’s coming over for the week . but her and maria have been ... arguing and she’s been begging to stay with me . well , they both have so she might be crashing with us for a bit . “ he explained , his eyes narrowing behind his frames . “ what are you expecting ?? fuckin’ blow up doll ?? “
she hated mail with a passion - mostly because she had to go all the way to the first floor to retrieve it. and because she was too short to reach her mailbox. as stevie entered the room, she routinely pulled a foot stool over and stepped up, looking over to leo while she jiggled her mailbox key in the keyhole. “well… is that seventeen year old responsible enough for a car? has the behavior been acceptable? taking responsibility for things they do and say? most importantly… do they know how to drive… legally? are they mature enough to handle the responsibility of a car? can they handle the car and insurance payments? if the answer is ‘no’ to any of those… then no. let 'em save up on their own. if the answer is 'yes’ to all of them, then do it.” that’s how it worked in the rizzoli family, anyways. and she agreed with it. stevie let out a small, quiet growl when she still hadn’t managed to unlock her mailbox - so she pounded her fist on it a few times before it popped open. “a car is a big responsibility. a good way to measure whether it’s deserved or they can handle it is if they take care of their personal responsibilities already. if they don’t, don’t get it. if they do, then use your best judgment.”
his brows shot up the second he heard her opinion , shrugging his shoulders as he tucked the mail under his arm — keeping the report card out in order to open it right then and there . ripping the pre-cut edges of the piece of mail , he followed the letter grades with shifting eyes . ehh ... behavior could be better , but she was a talkative , opinionated kid so he’d let that slide . but everything else looked up to par especially since she had managed to kick up at b+ in ap biology up to an a- ... yeah she was working for those keys for sure . he shook the report card , the paper rippling in the air as he made eye contact with stevie .
“ these grades are tellin’ me she’s responsible . i made her a deal not too long ago — you go to college , i’ll get the car . well , we’re just waiting to hear back but i’m sure she’s gettin’ in wherever she applied . and yes , she knows how to drive . she was taught by yours truly — plus , she got her license the second she turned sixteen last january . “ he finished off , tossing the little paper edges in the trash can . “ plus , she’s been holding down summer jobs to save up ever since she could legally work . girl’s a hustler . think she gets it from her mom . “
taking his key out of the mailbox keyhole , the officer looked down at the array of mail ; flipping through it and already sorting through the things that had his name on it versus garrett’s name on it . arranging it in a way to where he can tell the white envelopes apart , he cleared his throat with a shake of his head at the sight of his daughter’s most recent progress report . he knew what it was based on the school logo in the corner along with the asterisk sighting : report card . “ don’t they do all this digitally now ?? “ he asked himself out loud before looking up at the other .
“ in your opinion , do you think a car is a ... valid gift for a seventeen year old ?? or ... would you wait until eighteen ?? “ call it divorcee parent guilt , but stella had been talking about getting her own set of wheels ever since she got her hands on her license last year .
