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[Are they maybe a room or two apart at best?
Yes.
Does that stop Peter from being indulgent? No.]
I think you owe me approximately, five kisses.
I could be under counting tbh.
Yes.
Does that stop Peter from being indulgent? No.]
I think you owe me approximately, five kisses.
I could be under counting tbh.
Listen to me
Thirteen is Pizzasaurus
Thirteen is Pizzasaurus
Do you think, if we have the time, we could do something for my birthday?
Dearest Leo!
I only just spoke with our dear Peter and he said it was very recently his day of birth! I can not let this day go by without some celebration!
I only just spoke with our dear Peter and he said it was very recently his day of birth! I can not let this day go by without some celebration!
[ incomprehensible mid-motion blurry-ass photo of Something, then: ]
LEO I FOUND A BAGEL RAT BUT THIS CAMERA STINKS GET YOUR KEISTER ON DECK
THIS ISN'T ME YELLING AT YOU IT'S JUST CRITICAL
LEO I FOUND A BAGEL RAT BUT THIS CAMERA STINKS GET YOUR KEISTER ON DECK
THIS ISN'T ME YELLING AT YOU IT'S JUST CRITICAL
[Rue has left a beautiful wrapped package behind, complete with magically imbued glittery bow that pops off sparkles into the air, and inside that package is exactly the clothes that Leo requested, fully recreated to the best of their memory. And beneath those, is that same varsity jacket that Rue originally made for him, in blue and with his name on the back.
And a tiny notecard that simply reads:]
Enjoy ♡ - Rue
And a tiny notecard that simply reads:]
Enjoy ♡ - Rue
[Being woken up by a nightmare wasn't a new thing in Peter's life. The last few months with sharing space with Leo quickly made the brunette aware he's not the only one dealing with that problem as severely.
His boyfriend struggling next to him in bed is enough to break Peter from his half doze at 3am.]
Leo... Leo, baby- [A gentle hand settles against the turtle's arm, trying to gently bring him back to the waking world. He sits up fully, just trying to be an anchor for his partner.] You're okay, I promise.
His boyfriend struggling next to him in bed is enough to break Peter from his half doze at 3am.]
Leo... Leo, baby- [A gentle hand settles against the turtle's arm, trying to gently bring him back to the waking world. He sits up fully, just trying to be an anchor for his partner.] You're okay, I promise.
[He never really slept much at ADI to start with - first because he didn't know his roommates at all and that would've been awkward, then it was because he did know the people he was sharing a bedroom with and that would have been a different kind of awkward. He's avoided talking about the near-apocalypse he almost caused and what happened after almost entirely; only a little bit of time with Donnie having read that Eye book got him to open up about it and only for that conversation.
Otherwise? It's been avoided entirely. He was vague talking to Peter about any of it. just the barest cliffnotes of what happened without any personal details. But dating, living together, sleeping together like this... It was bound to happen eventually. The tossing and turning, whining and whimpering in his sleep, whispering for help, for dad, for his family. All before the breath is knocked out of him and that sound of metallic plates and gears shifting and a hiss of pronunciations, a grin as his family's faces are filled with terror and his own hands end in metal claws with pink flesh and-
His eyes snap open, chest heaving as he stares up at the ceiling, hearing Peter saying something.
He looks at Peter in the dark before turning onto his side to curl around Peter's hand on him.]
Otherwise? It's been avoided entirely. He was vague talking to Peter about any of it. just the barest cliffnotes of what happened without any personal details. But dating, living together, sleeping together like this... It was bound to happen eventually. The tossing and turning, whining and whimpering in his sleep, whispering for help, for dad, for his family. All before the breath is knocked out of him and that sound of metallic plates and gears shifting and a hiss of pronunciations, a grin as his family's faces are filled with terror and his own hands end in metal claws with pink flesh and-
His eyes snap open, chest heaving as he stares up at the ceiling, hearing Peter saying something.
He looks at Peter in the dark before turning onto his side to curl around Peter's hand on him.]
[Parent here, doing a little check in.]
Leo, my darling, do you have a moment to speak? I do not wish to interrupt anything.
Leo, my darling, do you have a moment to speak? I do not wish to interrupt anything.
[Sometime during August, while Peter is visiting Rue, Leo receives a quick, slightly ominous text.]
Leo, Peter is here at my home and safe, but struggling deeply. I am happy to keep him here and comfortable as long as he likes, but I wonder if seeing you would help bring him some much needed relief. I fear he has been crying almost nonstop.
I promise he is well and safe with me, so do not trip over self to get here, just when you are able.
I should also like to speak to you about this at a later time.
Leo, Peter is here at my home and safe, but struggling deeply. I am happy to keep him here and comfortable as long as he likes, but I wonder if seeing you would help bring him some much needed relief. I fear he has been crying almost nonstop.
I promise he is well and safe with me, so do not trip over self to get here, just when you are able.
I should also like to speak to you about this at a later time.
[Do the comms have that little "so and so is typing" feature because if it does and Leo's perusing his contacts he might see that happen with Casey like eight different times-
If not, a text comes unwarranted eventually:]
Do you have some time to talk?
If not, a text comes unwarranted eventually:]
Do you have some time to talk?
date, y/n?
we could get ice cream or like... dress up for something?
we could get ice cream or like... dress up for something?
[Hey sensei remember how Casey said he wasn't likely to drop by unannounced
TODAY IS THE EXCEPTION, KNOCK KNOCK there is a Casey shaped yokai on the other side of the door.]
TODAY IS THE EXCEPTION, KNOCK KNOCK there is a Casey shaped yokai on the other side of the door.]
[Leo was doing something. What was it? Doesn't matter. What matters is THE DOOR someone is AT THEIR DOOR BARK BARK-okay no that's joke.
But he is answering it, casual and all.]
HelloooOOOOH MY GOSH- [TURTLE??? SLIDER TURTLE? HELLO?]
But he is answering it, casual and all.]
HelloooOOOOH MY GOSH- [TURTLE??? SLIDER TURTLE? HELLO?]
[A few minutes after Peter checks their mail, he shoots a quick text off to Leo. He got a semi-unexpected invitation. He's on his way back up to the apartment, mail tucked under his arm.]
Babe, Mr. Stark invited me to a party. Do you want to be my plus one?
Babe, Mr. Stark invited me to a party. Do you want to be my plus one?
[knock knock
There is an owlbear at your door. And for once, Rue did not call ahead!]
There is an owlbear at your door. And for once, Rue did not call ahead!]
If you keep this up, I'm never going to finish the soup, Leo. [Peter states with an amused huff as he tries to push the chopped up veggies and tomato paste around the pot set on the stovetop.
Leo's is strewn across his neck as a pine marten, a dramatic living boa that is sniping veggies as Peter is trying to load up the actual pot.
Even with Peter's huffing, he's still holding out a small diced piece of carrot for Leo to snap up if he wants it.]
Leo's is strewn across his neck as a pine marten, a dramatic living boa that is sniping veggies as Peter is trying to load up the actual pot.
Even with Peter's huffing, he's still holding out a small diced piece of carrot for Leo to snap up if he wants it.]
[Even with Peter's huffing, he's still holding out a small piece of diced carrot for him to snap up. And he does want that. His little marten claws reach out for it, bringing it up to munch on as he sprawls across Peter's neck.]
You'll do fine. Got plenty here.
You'll do fine. Got plenty here.
[Peter has been spinning his wheels on the topic for a bit, just... trying to feel things out.
He maybe waits for Leo to be out of the house to text him on the relic. Its cowardice, but Peter feels too anxious about the topic.]
Weird question, but, has Rue asked you about adoption?
He maybe waits for Leo to be out of the house to text him on the relic. Its cowardice, but Peter feels too anxious about the topic.]
Weird question, but, has Rue asked you about adoption?
[Oh, strategic on Peter's part. He's out and stares at the message. Puts it away and walks for a bit.
Pulls the relic back out to stare at it again.
Rue's asking them all, huh... Had they approached Donnie about it too?]
yeah
have to think about it for a while
Pulls the relic back out to stare at it again.
Rue's asking them all, huh... Had they approached Donnie about it too?]
yeah
have to think about it for a while
I love you always. ♡
[they do not expect or require a reply. rue just wanted to remind him. that is all.]
[they do not expect or require a reply. rue just wanted to remind him. that is all.]
[After meeting with Rue-]
Hi Leo.
I need to ask you something. It's about what happened the other day, so please take your time to answer if you need it. I'll be here.
Hi Leo.
I need to ask you something. It's about what happened the other day, so please take your time to answer if you need it. I'll be here.
[After the intervention, Peter isn't... surprised his boyfriend is putting space between them. It doesn't make him happy, but, Peter doesn't argue about it. When that space turns into a few days, He still interacts with his boyfriend, offers affection, tries to help things feel less tense. Peter just kind of assumes Leo will come to him when he's ready.
It doesn't make their bed feel any less lonely at night.
Tonight is no different. His mind keeps running a mile a minute and he can't quiet it. Peter lies on his back, staring at the ceiling, before rolling over to lay on his side, then his other side. He repeats the cycle uselessly before sighing. He can hear late night shuffling from apartments above and below them, vaguely picking out Leo's breathing amongst it. Even with their bedroom door ajar, he isn't too focused on it.
Peter drags a pillow over his face, wondering if he'll suffocate.]
It doesn't make their bed feel any less lonely at night.
Tonight is no different. His mind keeps running a mile a minute and he can't quiet it. Peter lies on his back, staring at the ceiling, before rolling over to lay on his side, then his other side. He repeats the cycle uselessly before sighing. He can hear late night shuffling from apartments above and below them, vaguely picking out Leo's breathing amongst it. Even with their bedroom door ajar, he isn't too focused on it.
Peter drags a pillow over his face, wondering if he'll suffocate.]
[It wasn't nice. It wasn't fun, it wasn't emotionally freeing or liberating or like any of the positive things people associate with talking problems out like they had hoped. It had been messy and painful and something Leo never wants to do again.
The worst part is, Leo knows he was an asshole. He'd taken to sleeping on the couch or just being out, somewhere else, at night. But he's wanting to at least try to rest tonight. Be in his own home (it isn't home, this isn't home at all, he's a stranger in a world that isn't his own) on his own couch (it isn't his, it's missing the Raph-sized dent where he always leans too hard on one side, it's missing the bit of cushion that was peeking out after a fight with him and Donnie sent them brawling over the armrest).
But he can sense Peter fidgeting and tossing down the hall. Peter always slept better when he's around. So he gathers the pillow he'd been using into his arms and quietly sneaks down the hallway, stopping at the door to peek in.]
...Petes? [He sounds so small, so nervous. Like he isn't sure he's allowed to be here after his days' long temper tantrum.]
The worst part is, Leo knows he was an asshole. He'd taken to sleeping on the couch or just being out, somewhere else, at night. But he's wanting to at least try to rest tonight. Be in his own home (it isn't home, this isn't home at all, he's a stranger in a world that isn't his own) on his own couch (it isn't his, it's missing the Raph-sized dent where he always leans too hard on one side, it's missing the bit of cushion that was peeking out after a fight with him and Donnie sent them brawling over the armrest).
But he can sense Peter fidgeting and tossing down the hall. Peter always slept better when he's around. So he gathers the pillow he'd been using into his arms and quietly sneaks down the hallway, stopping at the door to peek in.]
...Petes? [He sounds so small, so nervous. Like he isn't sure he's allowed to be here after his days' long temper tantrum.]
[As the sun creeps up through the trees, Donnie at last retires to the apartments for the final time. He follows Leo's tracker signal to his twin's location and climbs in through the nearest window (unlocked or not, whatever he can manage to jimmy open).
The battle shell on his back dissipates as he shuffles over to where Leo's resting, wordlessly stepping over and around any other individuals keeping watch and crawling into the bed beside his twin. Even his bones are weary, but at last it's finally done. Power kept her word, and even if Donnie couldn't hope to take out the entire Hunt, he at least got the one that mattered the most.
It's a cold comfort. But it's still a comfort.
He squirms under the blankets next to Leo and slots open the Bond, allowing his muted emotions to trickle through and accepting whatever Leo's got going on in his head, asleep or awake. Donnie's got nowhere to be tonight.]
The battle shell on his back dissipates as he shuffles over to where Leo's resting, wordlessly stepping over and around any other individuals keeping watch and crawling into the bed beside his twin. Even his bones are weary, but at last it's finally done. Power kept her word, and even if Donnie couldn't hope to take out the entire Hunt, he at least got the one that mattered the most.
It's a cold comfort. But it's still a comfort.
He squirms under the blankets next to Leo and slots open the Bond, allowing his muted emotions to trickle through and accepting whatever Leo's got going on in his head, asleep or awake. Donnie's got nowhere to be tonight.]
[He'd woken up at one point. Not for very long, and not at all coherent. But enough that he'd gotten a head count that his family is safe. His family was all right. That's what mattered at that moment, a reality that put his mind at ease that he could collapse into sleep again. Leo also wasn't aware that despite them being on the more cold-blooded side, losing that much blood could make him even colder.
The muted emotions drip in a drizzle of thought, Leo's own sleep-fueled emotions being worry before an instinctive relief comes through even if he consciously doesn't realize why yet. Feeling someone next to him registers second and he cracks his eyes open, voice quiet.] Dee?
The muted emotions drip in a drizzle of thought, Leo's own sleep-fueled emotions being worry before an instinctive relief comes through even if he consciously doesn't realize why yet. Feeling someone next to him registers second and he cracks his eyes open, voice quiet.] Dee?
[The bed creaks slightly as Peter shifts where he lays. He's drifted between being awake and asleep for a while. He's not quite tired enough now to fall back asleep.
Peter exhales softly. He turns in bed, pressing a kiss against his boyfriend's shoulder as he tries to tuck himself close. The assurance of the direct contact is still a relief. He wonders if he should get up to grab cream for the stub or rub it soon. It was becoming a newer habit to make sure he rubbed the stub before bed for his boyfriend.
Everything was still new and strange for all of them.]
You awake?
Peter exhales softly. He turns in bed, pressing a kiss against his boyfriend's shoulder as he tries to tuck himself close. The assurance of the direct contact is still a relief. He wonders if he should get up to grab cream for the stub or rub it soon. It was becoming a newer habit to make sure he rubbed the stub before bed for his boyfriend.
Everything was still new and strange for all of them.]
You awake?
[It's still new and strange. And difficult for Leo to figure out that line between taking care of himself and letting others help him with this. It feels... weirdly personal and intimate letting someone else rub at it and moisturize the area. But sometimes it's hard to do himself; not physically, he can reach just fine. But mentally, feeling it and seeing it just gives him pause long enough to hesitate. And by then, Peter's already grabbed everything to start doing it for him.
The one and only upside is that he's been too drained and exhausted to have nightmares. So he sleeps deep, only stirring when he feels the soft affection and hears Peter.]
Mm.. Am now.
The one and only upside is that he's been too drained and exhausted to have nightmares. So he sleeps deep, only stirring when he feels the soft affection and hears Peter.]
Mm.. Am now.
Leo my darling, how are you feeling this morning? I'm just at home briefly for a rest and then I'll pop by with some lunch for everyone.
a few days before caseys birthday party whenever that is
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2023-11-28 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[He promised Casey latkes, he's talked to Leo about it before as well, and Peter intends to keep that promise.
He's also maybe gone overboard.]
i really hope you like these latkes, i think i've lost control of my life and the kitchen
He's also maybe gone overboard.]
i really hope you like these latkes, i think i've lost control of my life and the kitchen
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