a little tenderness.

Dr. Leo Amoretto, MD. he/him. Pediatrician at Roswell Community Medical Center.

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luke pasqualino & he/him / cis male ‷ watch out , leonardo amoretto has crash-landed into roswell !! they look thirty-three years old and celebrate their birthday on september fifteenth . they are from fishkill, new york, reside in lunar crescent, and are currently working as a pediatrician. one thing you should know about them is that he practices talking to people with his cats because he's shy.‷

content warning: alcoholism; drug abuse/addiction; absent parents; religious trauma/homophobia; internalized homophobia; cancer; family member death; depression

Full name: Dr. Leonardo Cirrincione Amoretto, MD

Nicknames: Leo

Gender & pronouns: cis male, he/him

Romantic/sexual orientation: homoromantic, demisexual

Place of birth: Queens, New York

Relationship status: Single

Education: Bachelor’s of science in biology from NYU; medical degree from Columbia University; pediatrics residency at Columbia University

Occupation: Pediatrician. He does primary care, but also will do rounds in the hospital.

Languages: English; Italian; Sicilian; Latin; some Spanish; some French

Length of time in Roswell: about 3.5 years

Pets: Maria Pia, Cloe, and Pantaloni, domestic longhair cats

biography

This is under construction! It’s just so damn long and detailed that I gotta give it some more time. But I will give some bullet points to satisfy any curiosity.

mom is an italian immigrant and drug addict. dad disappears before even finding out he knocked up a girl. leo’s grandparents move from italy to raise him, and eventually adopt him.

he’s a sweet and shy child, he has a stutter from a young age and gets teased by other kids and by adults. he doesn’t really make any friends but he’s very smart and loves reading.

grandparents are very kind and loving and hard working, which makes leo this way too. learns how to cook from a young age, and is making meals by the age of 10 so his grandparents don’t have to work even more.

tries to pray away the gay when he was a young teenager. it doesn’t work. he develops a habit: reading all his nonna's trashy romance novels and imagining himself in the place of the woman.

grandpa was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer when leo was in 7th grade. leo began helping out with taking care of him.

he never has a lot of friends, spends a lot of his time studying, doing community service work, or house work and taking care of his nonno

nonno passes away a couple months before leo graduates high school as valedictorian. leo has had major depression since he was a child (undiagnosed for a long time) and this makes it worse

goes to nearby NYU on several scholarships, intent on becoming a doctor. found his interest in the field after having spent so long taking care of his nonno. consistent dean’s list honoree; graduates with honors and summa cum laude, and passes the MCATs with flying colors.

nonna is diagnosed with myasthenia gravis while leo is doing his undergrad; and passes away as he as preparing to start medical school.

leo really has no other family. has never talked much to extended family in italy, and has made measures to cut his mother out of his life as she continues to be a selfish addict who only wants money.

despite being lonely and deeply depressed, leo gets through med school as he buries himself in his work, and has zero trouble getting a residency on match day. during med school he had developed an interest in going into pediatrics specifically. 

he loves loves loves LOVES being a pediatrician. nothing has ever made him feel so fulfilled and complete.

hates his mother though, as well as being constantly surrounded by memories of his grandparents, whom he misses deeply. decides to up and move his life, landing himself in roswell a little more than 3 years ago

keeps to himself most of the time as he’s still painfully shy. he has a reputation as a great doctor whom patients and their parents love, as he’s just that lovely and sweet

had a pretty bad stutter as a kid, and still sometimes struggles with it a little, but especially when he’s nervous or anxious.

even among friends, not much is known about him other than he’s from new york; is italian-american; he loves to collect antiques, cook, and garden; and he's never, ever been seen dating anybody.

really wants to be a dad and has been considering fostering and adopting by himself

loves bicycling and running but has pretty bad back problems.

likes & hobbies: romantic books, movies, and tv shows; cooking competition shows; being curled up in bed with his cats; cooking and baking; quilting; collecting antiques and vinyls; soul music; doing magic tricks for kids; snow; peace and quiet; jigsaw puzzles; home improvement shows; dessert

he's a total grandma, but also a total dad friend. really just an angel in disguise in spite of his RBF

suggested plots/connections

friends—he doesn’t have many of these just from virtue of being so shy, but I would like for him to have a support system. important: Leo does not drink alcohol, and REFUSES to be around anyone who is presently drinking. please, please keep this in mind and respect it. benefits: lots of amazing authentic homemade Italian food.

“adoptees”—younger muses who need a good influence in their life. this one is kinda important to me. he makes a VERY good big brother/dad and can be very helpful to those who need it, with minimal judgement. honestly, he kinda needs this too. very good guidance and voice of reason. benefits: lots of amazing authentic homemade Italian food.

specifically, maybe a friend (or two) that helps him with feelings and dating and relationships. he's extremely inexperienced, never been kissed, and is really gonna need the help and support.

honestly the found family thing is so important to me.

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strikercannon·:

location: roswell medical waiting room

with: @loviingcare·

striker was no stranger to the emergency room . he was a magnet to injury , a token of bad luck , but he failed to make the connection between his total disregard for his physical body and the constant poor state of it . legs and arms were perpetually littered in questionable bruises – yellow-green , plum and crimson – but , if prompted , the male would struggle to remember exactly where each of them had come from ; excuses ranged anywhere from an animal collision to a drunken stumble . the cannon brothers , for there were three of them , were notorious in the roswell circles for being reckless , for causing more damage than they could afford , but striker was the leader when it came to destruction of himself over property . that was why he was sat on one of those pokey plastic chairs , head in his hands , awaiting a call from a nurse to check him over after a particularly nasty plummet from the wild pony bar top . who could blame him , they had been playing ke$ha !! 

but it had been hours and the lobby didn’t look too busy . had the medical staff finally given up on striker cannon ?? it was only a matter of time until they did , yet he still stood and approached the nearest official-looking body he could . “ d’ya know how long i’m gonna be waitin’ here for ?? “ he questioned , “ ‘cus i didn’t even wanna come in the first place , “

Recent events had stretched Leo a little thinner than usual. Not that he minded too much, as he loved being a doctor; but being pushed into rooms with adult patients was reminding him of why he had chosen pediatrics in the first place. Adult patients were often meaner, ruder; he could understand children being impatient and miserable to the point of being difficult, but grown people? Leo had had his nose broken once by an adult patient, he had been called in to help restrain someone belligerent as he was tall and perceived as strong; but he was afraid of hurting said patient, and ended up getting hurt himself. He typically didn’t have those issues with kids. (And there was also the uncomfortable phenomenon of adult patients attempting to flirt with him, a problem he wasn’t fully rid of as now sometimes it was patients’ parents trying it.)

But the hospital’s board had Leo dashing between all ages of patients right now, which he was most certainly resenting. Every time he wasn’t in an exam room, Leo was attempting to go unnoticed so he wouldn’t be approached for any other problems. Obviously it didn’t work; it’s difficult to hide when you’re a lanky 6′3″ and wear a white coat and ID badge over your Kermit the Frog tie and your suspenders. Even outside of work, he hated being accosted by strangers; it always took him a few moments to collect himself and attempt to not stutter on the first word. “I’m...sorry about that,” he began, feeling like a deer transfixed in headlights. “We’re a little, um...short-staffed, and there’s been a...situation tying up several of the RNs.” Leo played with his hands nervously, “Do you know about what time you checked in? I can check very quickly. And your name? And have you been to triage, or filled anything out yet?”

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if you had to change your name, what would your new name be and why?

“I have actually legally changed my name, twice. When I was born, I wasn’t given a middle name; but when my grandparents adopted me officially in early grade school, they gave me three: Gianfranco Domenico Mario. So I was Leonardo Gianfranco Domenico Mario Amoretto for a long time. About...a year-ish ago, I completely changed my middle name to Cirrincione, which was my Nonnina’s maiden name. So I am on my third legal name. If you mean what would I change my first name to, I’ve never given it much thought. I insisted upon being called Leonardo for the first eighteen years of my life—mostly at the behest of my grandparents—but I eventually gave in to Leo. I think I would still definitely go with an Italian name. Maybe Martino, or Massimo, or even Gianluca.”

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gabrielrevilla·:

“There is some damage but nothing that completely undoes what I have already worked on. Some windows broke and water got in a few rooms because of that. Thankfully I hadn’t gotten around to putting new windows in and there wasn’t anything important that was wrecked by the water and wind.” Gabe took the offered mug with a thankful smile. “Yeah, I’m thankful too. How about your place? Did you have any major damage done?” He took a sip of his drink and chuckled quietly, nodding at the comment. “I would rather deal with a blizzard any day, to be honest. I know how to handle those and really you just need to stay warm and hunker down.”

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Clicking his tongue lightly, Leo frowned in disappointment. “Still, though, that has to be irritating, doesn’t it? The structural integrity seems to still be sound, but it’s the little things that begin to add up.” He folded his hands atop the table and played with his fingers. He could hear the sound of Pants yowling and crying getting closer, until the cat finally announced his presence in the dining room, and jumped atop his father’s shoulders. The claws dug in, through layered shirts, and Leo winced. “Vaffa—” he swore under his breath. “Stupido cretinino, che cazzo?” Though the only language the cat knew was Italian, he was indeed too much of a stupid little idiot to really understand. “I believe I’ve finally acclimated to the desert; but I think weather is one of those times where the New York in me overrides the Southern Italian.” Leo wore a small smile, that private little expression that frequented his features more often than a full smile. “Some shingles were torn off, but otherwise nothing terrible. My garden got ripped up and flooded; but thankfully I hadn’t started it for the spring yet.”

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SNATCH: 9/∞

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sms ✉️ Lonette

lonette: hey, can you read this? an electricity pylon has fallen in the street we're in, hard to tell which under all this rain. someone, anyone, help

Leo: I can. The wi-fi at the hospital is weak but it's better than nothing. Is everybody ok? It's unfortunately going to take longer to get EMS out but I can help with remote triage if anybody is hurt.

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with: @gabrielrevilla​ where: amoretto residence, lunar crescent

“Was there very much damage over there?” Leo asked from the kitchen in his gentle voice. “I hope not, I would hate all the time and effort to have gone to waste.” He stirred in a little bit of espresso into the concoction in front of him on the stovetop, a quick cocoa to help Gabriel warm up after being caught in the rain. “In any case, I’m glad it let up for a little while, if even to just give everyone a breather, you know?” Carefully Leo transferred some of the hot drink into a mug—an old floral thing, still in good shape, that matched well with his old aesthetic—and brought it over to where Gabriel was sitting at the dining room table. “Are you sure you don’t need me to grab you a towel? Or an extra shirt?” He took a seat as well, though still prepared to get back up as needed. “You and I, I think we’re both still more suited for snow.”

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oftrevante·:

open starter: @roswellstarters· ··location: anywhere.

“ watch out for the ball ! ” trevante warned, voice booming loudly in hope that the other would hear him in time. the game of soccer had been going on for almost an hour and with how the kids where playing, he knew it was only a matter of time until he ball would go out flying in some poor trespasser’s direction. luckily, the ball ended up missing them completely and he sighed in relief as he jogged up to meet with them. “ sorry ‘bout that. i keep tellin’ these damn kids to be careful but i think you can already tell that they ain’t listenin’. ” he explained while giving them a small, sympathetic smile. 

Slowing to a stop on his bicycle, feet transferred from the pedals to the ground, carefully braking him. Leo gave a polite smile in return, all too familiar with the antics of kids, many of the ones in question frequently showing their faces within his exam rooms. “I think wherever there’s an activity with a ball involved, it’s going to to go flying where it shouldn’t. It’s inevitable,” he spoke in his gentle voice, sharpened a hint by the Queens in his timbre. “You’re gonna make yourself hoarse from repeatedly telling them, I’m afraid.”

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SNATCH: 11/∞

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introduction, but it’s better if you do, folkin’ around

introduction: what’s the first thing people notice about you?

“I’m not sure— My height? I am 6′3″. People also enjoy remarking about how quiet I am.”

but it’s better if you do: what’s a risk you’re glad you took?

“I’m actually very happy I decided to move out here to New Mexico. I’d lived in New York my entire life and didn’t know anything outside of it; and I’m the type of person who prefers to stay exactly within their comfort zone. But I’ve met some really wonderful people here and I’ve started considering it home.”

folkin’ around: what’s your favourite music genre?

“Soul music.”

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fmaudrey·:

“OMG,” says Audrey with a soft gasp. “That’s actually so sad….” She puts a hand to her heart in sympathy. “But PLEASE, never mind your own business. The public deserves to know!” She asks, “Are you some kind of doctor, then? It didn’t occur to me how many juicy secrets I’d get to know once I work at the hospital.” She tells him, “I’m a med student, bestie.”

“I mean... HIPAA has me minding my own business over a lot of things, so I wouldn’t go into much more detail even if I knew about it. I’ve simply seen her, and been informed of her frequent flyer status. I don’t believe she’s of the medication-seeking type.” Eyebrows lift slightly, “There’s always plenty of gossip within the med field. I’m a pediatrician, myself.” Lips press together awkwardly. “The parents of patients enjoy attempting to flirt with me. And adult patients themselves, while I was doing clinical rotations in med school, would do the very same.” That’s a fun tidbit of gossip, right?

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fmaudrey·:

“You look like you know a lot about other people,” says Audrey. “Not on purpose?” she echoes. “That’s an interesting choice of words. An unintentional gossip’s still a gossip, bestie. So, do you know anything about them?” She points her fork in the direction of the two women quarrelling, a lovers’ spat. Or ex-lovers, she supposes.

“I tend to prefer minding my own business.” It’s very New York of him, but then he feels the nosy Italian-ness creeping up on him. “I’m privy to a lot of personal information; and people tend to feel comfortable telling me more.” Leo casts a quick glance, almost unnoticeable. “The one with the braids is borderline hypochondriac. Treats the family clinic and the ER like a revolving door.” He sips his coffee. “That kind of thing can create a lot of discord in a relationship.”