From Eden

Dante didn’t get to play hero often, he was usually the one responsible for other people’s despair. It felt good to help for once but he was too used to being on his own to be a good host. His eyes were on his phone while the other spoke and he glanced at him for a moment before they went back to the screen. “Mhm,” he murmured absentmindedly “The next tournment doesn’t happen until tonight so no games until then.” He put his phone aside and finally turned his attention to the other male. “I didn’t know you could cook, though. Do you promise not to set the place on fire? I don’t think my roommate would like that very much.” He said as he stroked the back of the other’s neck. “I like spaghetti and meatballs. My mom used to make it a lot.”

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around. Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour. ” Aiden grins through the speaker, trying his hardest not to chuckle before buzzing the other into his building. It was late at night, perhaps a little too late to have invited somebody over but here he was, inviting somebody over. Part of him was glad that he no longer spent his nights in the home that he and his husband had shared together; it would simply be too lonely at night. ( @prcvstarters​ ) 

“How do I look?” Aiden asks with a straight face, sending a serious look in the younger man’s direction. They were sitting in his living room going through a couple of boxes that his mother had sent him from his childhood room and Jamie seemed a little too quiet for his liking. The man had placed a very small, very vibrant sun hat on his head in hopes that it would make Jamie laugh, even just a little. ( @jamiegibbs​ )

While Jamie enjoyed social interaction, Bobby was quite the opposite. He believed that people were beautiful and kind but most of the time, he wanted to be as far away from them as he could be. Growing up in a big family might’ve had something to do with it, although he was pretty sure that he was simply just an introvert when not standing in front of a class. “You can keep me here for as long as you want, honeybee.” Bobby chuckles, resting his cheek against the younger man’s head. “I might need a bathroom break from time to time though.” A quiet laugh sounds from his chest, blue eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. 

Yesterday, he had been feeling fine, but when he had woken up in the middle of the night, it was almost as if he had quantum jumped into a new reality. Bobby whines. “Part of me wants to sleep and the other part of me wants to breathe fire, I don’t know which one is going to come first.” 

“It didn’t taste terrible, and the high I experienced was pretty nice. It wasn’t literal grass either, not like a 10 year old making brownies with mud from their yards with their parents.”

The professor had been in bed all afternoon chugging peppermint tea and catching up on the Netflix shows that he rarely got a chance to watch. He had wanted to do some grading but every time he stood, he got dizzy; this was not the time for an infection, no sir. Mid-terms were coming up and he had woken up in the middle of the night with the burn of stomach acid lingering in the back of his throat. He’s nearly asleep when light footsteps come his way and his gaze falls soft on the younger man. “You look cozy.” Bobby grins, pulling the blankets back so that Jamie could crawl in beside him. “Which is good because I am not getting out of bed today.” ( @jamiegibbs​ ) 

“I’ve never turned down baked goods before, not even when I unknowingly consumed weed brownies.”

“I’m feeling a little unsafe here.” Augie murmured. “First of all, what are they made of?” It wasn’t the first time Augie was talking to Jamie and by that time he knew the blonde guy was quite known for making smart life choices, and that’s sarcasm, so he was concerned. “You made this yourself?”

Ben startled when someone came up but perked up at the mention of cookies. “What kind of cookie recipe?” Ben asked half-playfully, half-serious. They’d been tricked before by avocado-sugar-free raw food “cookies” and they wouldn’t be again. 

  “It’s not strange at all. I love trying new things especially cookies,” he answered smiling. “What is this new cookie recipe?”

“Mate, you had me at cookies – it’s probably not wise to accept free sugary snacks from strangers, but you’ve just got a face I can’t turn down.” 

phillip mccann and jamie gibbs.‌

    looking up from his book, phil didn’t expect to see a cute, young man waiting at the counter for him. most guys his age with a face like that were either on a date right now for the holiday or they were getting split open by somebody. “yeah, it’s actually over here,” he said as he closed his book and got up to guide the young man over to the book section. “they should be in the young adult section,” he’d read all of them with his kids when they got into it years ago. “here,” he indicated to the group of books and pulled out the first one. “i assume you wanna start with this one”

    being that it was valentines day and a friday, phil wasn’t expecting a lot of traffic at the library. most people who were out and about in the city were on extravagant dates with their significant others and those who were single were staying indoors with a tub of ice cream and netflix. phil was stuck at work, waiting for his weekend to start. putting books away and killing time, he plopped back in his chair at his desk and picked up the book he had been reading as of late. the roar of thunder echoed outside and raindrops hitting the metal roof, phil had been so engulfed in his reading material that he didn’t notice someone coming in. “OH - hey.” he finally looked up, putting the book down. “can i help you with something?”

Bobby had grown protective over the younger man. He didn’t know why or how their relationship had really started but he wouldn’t change how it had come to be. It was almost fatherly, the way that he wanted to care for him, to make sure that nobody hurt him or made him feel like he wasn’t special enough for life. The professor knew that Jamie wasn’t necessarily a shining star in the academic world but he was a shining star every where else. However, Bobby had never believed that anybody was dumb or unteachable; he knew that the younger man just hadn’t found somebody patient enough to teach him the important things that he needed to know. “I mean it.” Bobby says softly, keeping his grasp tight on him. “Nobody else matters, that’s why.” He grins, threading his hand through the other’s hair.