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Shit looking at me like you see a ghost. Believe me, I’m real.
Where the actual fuck have you been?
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@kennabuchananxo
noahashworth:
Shit looking at me like you see a ghost. Believe me, I’m real.
Where the actual fuck have you been?
fck-rocky:
‘‘-I- You don’t need to do that.’‘
“I’m aware of this, but I’m going to anyway.”
noahashworth:
If I missed anything about this place. It would be the alcohol.
---Noah?
TEXT ✉ ANYONE
Vik: pretty please come turn my lights on.
Vik: i'll give you alcohol. or food. or sex. whatever you want.
Vik: seriously, it's dark and i'm afraid to move. help me.
Kenna: Vik holy shit I havent heard from you in forever.
Kenna: Use the light on your phone to find the light switch?
Text ⇾ Open.
Ches: Do you know a pub or bar open at 5 a.m?
Ches: There's no alcohol in this house and I really need a drink.
Kenna: Actually, yes. I do.
masonxreeves:
“You could’ve been a thing, I’m sure. Harry’s my mate, but if it was anyone else in this bloody town you could’ve been a thing. If he wanted you, is that all it takes? God, do you really expect me to say that shite? I haven’t said that crap to anyone, alright. The most I’ve probably ever said to someone I’ve said to you. But you should bloody know you’re not just some girl to screw, because if you still think that than clearly we’ve never been on the same page. I’m sorry I have my own shite to deal with and relationships were never a bloody priority, but I haven’t even bloody slept with anyone since you, alright? Yeah, it hasn’t been months, but it doesn’t even matter. I stopped because I realized I didn’t bloody want anybody else. But for fuck’s sake, you went after my best friend. How could I possibly believe you feel the same?”
“No, that’s not all it takes. I don’t expect you to say anything. I think we’ve been on the same page and no, I don’t want you to turn into a sap or whatever but maybe just tell me what you’re thinking just a little, that would be helpful. I don’t know what you’re thinking. I never know. God, stop pushing it off on “having your own shit to deal with”. I sat next to you while you were in a coma. Your twin sister hit me in the face. I cried over you. I did not go after Harry. I told him what I was feeling and for the record I didn’t know you two were even that close to begin with. He actually talked to me and told me that you were trying and I respected that and went home and was preparing myself to sit across a table from you and not act like a giddy little school girl because I was finally going to be on a date with you. I was finally going to be able to have you all to myself in a setting that wasn’t in my bed. We weren’t going to be drunk. You can question me all you want but that wouldn’t be very fair of you. I’m really sorry. I just need a little bit of validation that every emotion I’ve put myself through is worth it. Because four months ago I had walls made of steel up and for you...fuck, they’re not even there anymore.”
masonxreeves:
Mason’s eyes focused on the redhead as soon as she opened the door, taking in her appearance before stepping inside, letting himself into her home. He didn’t care how she looked – if he had really been thinking about it, he probably would’ve teased her about it somehow – but his mind was elsewhere. “So I know we have a date tomorrow, but I think we need to talk about what this… what is going on between us. Because here I thought we were making this work, and then I go hear from my best friend that you and him were a bloody… thing, or whatever. So for once can you tell me what’s really going on, because I don’t think I can deal with anymore of these mind games, honestly.”
As soon as Mason opened his mouth, Kenna’s heart dropped. Crossing her arms and moving deeper inside her apartment, she found herself leaning against her kitchen table looking at Mason Reeves as he demanded to know what was going on. At first, Kenna wasn’t quite sure what to say, pressing her lips together and taking a long breath, but then it came to her that the only thing she could do was tell Mason the truth even if it pushed him away even further. “You’re here at midnight to talk about what we are? --Mason, you made it clear so many times to me that you couldn’t be more than whatever this is. Yes I want to make it work with you. Harry and I... we aren’t a thing. At all. He lives downstairs. He doesn’t want me. And you don’t want me either. You want every girl you can get your freaking hands on with no strings attached. Fuck Mason, can’t you get it through that thick skull of yours that if you told me how brilliant I was and how you wanted to wake up to me in the mornings and kiss me and me alone that I wouldn’t feel like you only wanted me as fuck toy? Want honesty? Here’s honesty. I have wanted you for a long fucking time. I didn’t know it until I left for the states when you were having your baby crisis. But I pushed it down and worked through it only to come home and find that in fact you weren’t going to be a dad after all. Someone told me before hand that if you weren’t going to treat me as a “right now” option then I needed to move on from you. But I can’t. I don’t want to. And it fucking sucks that I know you’re the famous Mason Reeves flirting and fucking around when I truly have not had anyone but you in months.” Kenna swallowed, catching her breath and rubbing her eyes again. “I don’t want mind games. I just want you. You on the Ferris Wheel and you on my balcony and you narrowing your eyes at me when I ask for coffee isn’t of tea. Harry...Harry isn’t you.”
fck-rocky:
It’s really not as bad as it looks…really…’‘
“Jesus, come here let me help you.”
fckcoleman:
“ Got stood up by my date again, so do you want to join me?”
“Sure why not? You ordered a pretty nice bottle of wine and I couldn’t say no, though I should be more wary and practice the whole “say no to strangers” thing.”
nurse-leyla:
“ These dating sites are stupid, I don’t get why I can’t find someone in real life instead.”
“Maybe you just need to stop looking? I hear that works for people.”
hewittjames:
“There is literally nothing you can do to convince me to get out of bed; my friend died, I didn’t get to say goodbye so I’m going to lay here all day and feel sorry for myself because I want to. But if you’re going to stay, I would love a beer…”
“A beer it is then. I take it they’re in the fridge, or will I have to go out and buy you one?”
alexandrareeves:
“If you know Mason you know he’s not very open with his feelings love, I get bits and pieces nothing more. Plus he’s kind of pissed with me at the moment so that could add to it. So have to fill me in, I need to hear it all.”
“Believe me, I’m very aware how your brother works. It doesn’t surprise me that you haven’t heard from his mouth but stories like to make their way around this little town. Unfortunately, it would be a bit weird if I started telling you the entire story. Maybe you should ask him about it. Or you could ask me again once we’ve started in on the vodka.”
alexandrareeves:
“I’m English, so the love of alcohol comes with the territory. I’m always up for it. Why is that? Don’t tell me, you have a thing for one of my bloody brothers.”
“You haven’t heard the saga that is Kenna and Mason? Save yourself, it’s a long, long story.”
bo-van-houten:
“Are you doubting me?”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
watbenji:
I know, I blow my mind constantly. That’s a mystery, I guess we should probably work on that.
You’ll have to do much better than a shitty pick up line, my friend.
masonxreeves:
@kennabuchananxo.
Mason was supposed to be seeing her in less than twenty-four hours, but after his conversation with Harry he couldn’t wait. The walk to her building was a blur, the time being nearly midnight by the time he got to her door, knocking loudly. He didn’t even consider if she’d be asleep, but Mason could only assume otherwise. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Mason waited for her to answer the door, wondering momentarily if she would have company when she opened.
Kenna had been elbows deep in a research paper all night and though it was getting late, it didn’t look like she would be getting bed at a decent hour int he slightest. Graduate school was kicking her ass and it was still just the beginning of it, bringing her to forgo going out and having her exchange her fun party dresses for messy ponytails and glasses. A knock on the door was the last thing she expected, though Kenna secretly thanked whatever higher power that was out there that Sully wasn’t barking up a storm and remained asleep on the floor next to her desk as she got up and went to open the door. Without thinking much about it, the redhead swung the door to her penthouse open, rubbing her eyes under her thick frames to see Mason standing in front of her. “--Shit, hi Mase..” she checked her watch, looking at the time and realizing that she had been in pajama shorts. “Fuck, I’m sorry I look like garbage. I was studying. Is something wrong?”
alexandrareeves:
“Like the two loves of my life whiskey and voka? You have my heart already Buchanan.”
“And tequila if you are feeling it. That’s good to hear. It’s my personal mission to snatch up the heart and souls of every Reeves I can.”