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hey. sort of fell asleep looks like.

hey. what are your thoughts on a christmas themed little get together that consists of you, me, and wade?

do i ever bother you? with what i can do?

A bright red box with a silver ribbon is delivered to Peter. Inside are pink snowflake sugar cookies and a fun selfie. The back of the picture reads:

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Thank you for being amazing! 💗 Elle

The letter will appear with any others at the end of Peter's bed overnight and without any sign of breaking-in entry.

The writing on the front is a chicken scratch of Peter's name and at some point, he might find out that it's Tim's own hand and that the kid has appalling penmanship. Inside the cutout ransom note style lettering simply spell out.

'Tim's other name is Red Robin and he's been doing this since he was thirteen.'

There's another card on Peter's bed, this time "from" Barry. It reads:

I want to put myself on display for you, be your muse. Maybe even pleasure myself while you watch. I may not think I'm handsome enough, but maybe you'll convince me. ~Barry

what's your favorite thing to photograph?

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 18767
Violation: Interfering with SIN Guard Duties and Assaulting a SIN Guard
Fine: 1 week jail
Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

Tonight's one of those nights Nate is staying at Peter's place rather than the provided apartment he's been assigned in the Down with his lack of contract at the moment. He'll get one. He will. He just... is still taking his time.

Like with brushing his teeth there in the bathroom.

Peter's in bed, he can feel him there rather effortlessly and the thought has him smile to himself as he watches the way the water runs down the drain in the sink. While some small part of him might have been unsure after they linked up with one another through his telepathy, namely the whole possibility of feeling the other die thing, it's a comfort to him at the same time; he likes being able to feel the other like he can and that Peter can now feel him.

When he joins him in bed, it's with an affectionate little nuzzle to the crook of the other man's neck and a soft puff of laughter before he settles himself there beside him, tucking himself in nice and close.

"Can I ask you something?"

Edited (typo 🥺) 2023-03-02 11:56 (UTC)

i'm about to tell you something and i need you to promise me you won't freak out or get upset, ok?

Hey. How ya been buddy?

hey. going to be coming home a little later than usual.

in a couple weeks, i'll have been here for a year.

officially graduated. been a whole year now.

so i got this text on my phone. with being a new graduate and all. my first "challenge" apparently.

It's a little after Nate said he'd come home that he does, finally, do that. He shouldn't have reacted the way he had — shouldn't have been so quick to get upset with Peter and taking it the wrong way, but. Sometimes it's hard for him when he's so used to hearing in various ways how people feel about him being able to do what he can do... even when he's not meaning to.

He takes a little time to just cool off — get it together before he makes his way inside their house, letting the door click shut softly behind him. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he feels out where Peter is and stands there, head down a little, slight frown there on his face.

"Hey..."

Scott's gone, too.

Hello, Peter.
I know it has been some time, but I have been thinking about diversifying and growing my business, and I know we once talked of your art work being showcased. I would love to host some sort of art show. If you are interested or if you know of any other artists in the city.

I'm sorry about this. You don't know me and you probably won't want to after this either but I've been told this has to be done and well, I saw you on the network and I'm far too new here to know (8) eight people so...

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delivery!

Xmas Secrets

backdated Christmas kink reveal

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