Marcus

˙ ˖ ✶ Marcus

"I knew you would see it my way, see you're not only one of the hottest men in New York you're also one of the wisest," Kit said with a giggle, feeling overjoyed that he'd got to spend more time with Marcus. His life had become a whirlwind not that it was ever stale or even stagnant, but recently everything was just a tad overwhelming. His delicate fingers toyed with the ends of a blanket as if they needed something to do as his mind raced with ideas, or the next thing to say. "Marcus, you're not helping the rumors that I'm secretly eloping with a hunky baker if you say things like that, the paps will definitely send that to TMZ," it was a hearty giggle that left him as he craned his neck and shifted his weight, almost stretching but not quite as he laid his head on a pillow. "So far only the big British bake off or something like that, but nothing quite like you. Which makes sense cause nobody is quite like you," rolling his eyes with a groan, Kit had swiftly buried his features into a pillow stifling any words he would've otherwise said out loud. "It's just..." he sighed, his body deflating slightly as his eyes trained on Marcus. "It's getting close to the anniversary of when I got out of that place and of when...It's not important, I just need one of your big hugs."

"Who am I to stop you from making this brave sacrifice?" Marcus asked while briefly maintaining a mock seriousness. It wasn't too long before his usual soft laughter was accompanied with a gentle head shake, "You know, you could always ask me to bake something specific for you. It could be three in the morning and I'd whip up the most elaborate dessert if you asked." Maybe baking while half awake wasn't the best idea, but that wasn't the point. The point was, he was willing to do whatever for his friends. He laughed a little louder this time, "I feel like there has to be some version of that show on Netflix already. They have a show for everything." He couldn't confirm that, especially as someone who was notoriously awful at getting around to watching shows. He paused for a moment, "More importantly though, do you want to talk about why you need a pick me up or would you prefer a distraction?"

˙ ˖ ✶Oli

Living alone in New York would've been ideal if it weren't for the fact that he'd get lonely instantly, but finding the right match and not end up as a victim on a true crime podcast was definitely easier said than done. Luckily, Kit found Oli. Now in their shared space Kit spent most of his time relaxing in his room just as he was the moment he heard Oli shout, but he wasn't aggravated, quite the opposite he found it amusing how they were essentially playing house. "Honestly, I think Juliet could pull off any look, and maybe the painting would be sold instantly," Kit giggled as he teased his roommate, before coming to get his pup. "Also, you can't help the fact that she loves you, she sees you as her dad, and I'm definitely mom." he mused. "But I'll take her to my room, and hey I was going to order food, did you want anything? Before you say no, yes you're eating because I'm not about to order for myself, I'm not a monster." Kit said with surmountable confidence as he smiled at Oli. "Besides, gotta keep my hot roommate happy with me otherwise it's back on the streets for me until I find a penthouse to hole up in."

for: @kitsantoss location: their place, brooklyn

The sudden addition of two dogs and an extra person all within quite a short space of time, had come as quite a shock in the end for Oli. He went from feeling lonely to feeling a little claustrophobic, especially when attempting to get some painting done. Not that he had a problem with it, nothing like that, because he needed people ( and animals around ). Today, however, it was turning into a bit of a nightmare, the dogs just seemed to be everywhere no matter what he did. "Kit!" the shout came suddenly and he sat up, doing his best to keep the puppy at bay. "Can you come and get Juliet before she ends up part of my painting?" He huffed a little, even though a small smile did cross his features as the dog tapped beside him, getting dangerously close to the red paint again.

As the sun rose and it's light flickered in through the blinds of his Brooklyn apartment, there was a stillness to the room, as the rise and fall of Grayson's chest kept Kit serene as he surfaced from his slumber. Memories of the night before peppered his vision, talk of marvel, laughs, drinks, and not long after that he found himself in one of the warmest embrace he'd ever had. Muscle and sinew of man, the strength and tenderness which he was gripped during the night, and now he was a bit dazed, but a little smile kept finding its way onto his lips.

Gingerly getting out of bed as to not wake his acquaintance, he prepped breakfast and brought it over. "Hey so...this is pretty unusual and I've never brought breakfast in bed to someone, but I figured this would be good for me to brush up on my cooking, and...maybe keep you here a little bit longer," Kit winked playfully as he set the tray on the bedside table. "So what was your name again? I'd guess, but so far I think I mostly said oh god and yes last night." @grayson-danvers

˙ ˖ ✶ Amelia

"I've been feeling pretty refreshed as of recently," Kit said not mentioning that it was due to the fact that he'd been having people come over and unleash their carnal desires with him. "Also, not that's ever even discussed but the free time an author has is kind of insane, even if my publisher would want me to finish the next book in the saga by tomorrow," he snickered thinking about the cacophony his phone makes at all the texts. "How are you, who is making your skin glow?"

Starter for: @kitsantoss

Location: Becky's Martini Bar

Being at Becky's was nice and welcoming to Amelia and she loved it. Not a lot of people would've guessed that she's actually pansexual without talking to her. She wasn't super open about it but it wasn't something that she hid and was ashamed to tell others. Regardless, she was at the bar and having herself a glass of wine as another individual joined her and she smiled towards them. "How are you doing this evening? It's amazing in here and I love coming here." She explained to the other.

"Marcus, I promise I'm not here to steal anything that you might've baked, but as your friend it is my sworn duty to make sure that all of these items are 100% edible. So I must commit this sacrifice with a great sense of honor," Kit said dramatically as his nostrils flared at the scent of baked goods. "Also, I really can't help but be around you whenever I need a pick me up, it's like you're the snack that comes with snacks. Who would've thought you'd be the human crumbl cookie, hot guy who bakes now on Netflix." Kit said as his mouth as going a mile a minute, and those who knew him could see that this was one of his ways of distracting himself. When the darkness and memories of those walls would encroach he'd put on a smile and joke. @expirednostalgia