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Mason Caddel | 31 | Phoenix Firefighter at Firehouse 92 i don't know how to tell you that, yes, i do believe i found heaven in the way you touched my skin when we were drunk and wild. — but darling, i'm sober now and i still want your lips on mine.

[masoncaddel]

BASICS »

Name: Mason Caddel

Nickname: Mase? Idk tbd

Birthday & Age:  April 14, 1990, 31

Hometown: Phoenix, AZ

Length of time in Phoenix: 31 years

Occupation: Firefighter at Firehouse 92 & Custom furniture maker

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male & heterosexual

DIGGING A LITTLE DEEPER »

born and raised in phoenix, mason didn’t see his dad much as a career military man. he and his mother stayed in place and close to her family while his dad had to either ship out or move to a different station.

as a child he was pretty outgoing and rambunctious which helped when it came to traveling around the globe to visit his dad wherever he was stationed at the time. before he reached his teens his dream had been to be like his old man, a military man.

in school he did well, mason is pretty bright, he just hated school and the structure of it and worked on getting out of there early. by 17 he had his GED and was taking some classes at the community college.

the only thing that kept him in school as long as it had was that mason loved his woodshop classes. he’d learned the basics from his grandfather and they often built stuff together while he was growing up until he passed. so woodshop class was a way to feel close to him, especially since he’d been a strong father figure to mason.

after his GED mason did quite a bit of traveling. just wanting to get out and couldn’t resist the nomadic feeling in his bones, something he assumed he’d gotten from his father.

once he returned and felt a bit settled he went on to the fire academy and went through the ropes of becoming a fireman. 

on the side he still does woodworking, usually building/making custom furniture pieces or art pieces. it’s not so much a side hustle as it is just a passion and something he enjoys, so he doesn’t care much if anything comes of it or not.

but he does love walking into a friend’s place or a family member’s place and seeing something he built for them. like a custom table or bookshelf wall.

in adulthood, getting closer and closer to 30, mason is still on the outgoing side but is a bit more laid back now. in his youth and early 20’s he loved to party, go to night clubs, and just wild out a little.

if you hear the song ‘take care’ by drake and rihanna then feel cool that you know the person that ghost wrote it: mason caddel. it sums up his love life perfectly. 

he played around too much when he was younger, got hooked on a girl and they had a relationship that burned hot and no matter what happens in him trying to move on she’s still kind of always there in the background. he does want to move on, he’s just having trouble with finding that lasting connection.

WANTED CONNECTIONS »

I’m pretty open here! I love the usuals: childhood friends, friends, neighbors, folks the firehouse and/or related fields, anyone that he could have met while traveling, clients of his customs, the girl he’s been down for since forever, exes and flings, and I’m happy to plot anything beyond!  

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[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The world is wrong. You can’t put the past behind you. It’s buried in you; it’s turned your flesh into its own cupboard. Not everything remembered is useful but it all comes from the world to be stored in you.

Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine 

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[masoncaddel]

» MONROE UNDERWOOD

      Mason wasn’t wrong, she did watch too many trash movies. Sex and City being one of the most prominent ones, her list playing on continuous loop in the background of her studio apartment while she try her hardest to come up with some sort of design. Monroe would argue it gave her muse, helped her figured out ideas when it reality, it was a good distraction when things became too frustrating. Plus, it didn’t hurt to imagine a fireman of her own in certain scenes. The brunette opened her mouth to speak, to ask why not? She’d look great sliding down a pole, only to then come to the realization that she’d likely fall face first down said pole, inevitably embarrassing herself. She’d much rather focus on something that didn’t pertain to her falling on her face, especially if in front of him, “Only half. You know, sharing is caring, Mase.” Roe teased, grabbing a fry, popping one into the males mouth before reaching back into the bag and grabbing another for herself. Fries, a love of hers. Plain, with ketchup or gravy, she didn’t care. A nice snack, as Monroe would say. Topics were thrown to the side, lost in the back of her her mind when he was in such close proximity, with the feeling of his lips pressing against her own, his hands on her hips pulling her in. It had a sigh escaping past her throat, one of content at that. “You suppose. You think you can keep your hands to yourself long enough?” Shaking her head, Monroe only pulled away enough to reach into the bag, pulling the rest of the contents out and setting it on top of the counter. Work? She hadn’t gone in, told by her boss to source out new materials and fabrics, so she did. “I ran around Phoenix all day looking for chiffon. Tell me your day was better. Please.”

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          “Wow you saved half to share half with me?” He couldn’t get too far in teasing her because Roe had shoved a fry in his mouth. Before she could pull it away completely Mason caught her finger and gave it a little nibble. His hand moved from her waist, resting at the top of her hip, slowly to the small of her back. She was pressed a little closer to him then. Since he hadn’t seen her in a while his craving to have her as close as possible was stronger and as she lifted another fry to her mouth, Mason leaned in and stole it. He winked at her as leaned his head back. “Probably not.” To make his short answer a fact, his fingers curled into her clothing a little. With one hand free he unwrapped his burger and set some extra napkins next to the food she’d set out for them, along with a little paper plate for her to drop all her ketchup onto. “Did you find the chiffon?” He wasn’t quite sure he even knew what that was. “You must be tired then and probably want off your feet.” With a smirk on his face, Mason’s hands went to her hips and he hoisted the petite woman up on the bar with ease. he moved to stand between her knees and put a hand on each side of her on the counter. “It was a tough day, but nothing we need to talk about. The person we pulled from the car is in the hospital and we just need to put good thoughts out there for a good recovery.” All he could really think about was finishing up their food and soaking in the tub with Monroe, if he could convince her to with him. Things felt right and good if he had her close. “My off days are coming up. Do you want to do something?”

[masoncaddel]

» ROYCE UNDERWOOD

                    “Maybe. I’ve gotta couple up with someone at the top of the ferris wheel before this thing is over, or else, I’d be a goddamn failure.” Lips curled into a lopsided smirk. “Why? You wanna lock lips?” His joke rolled off his tongue while his head shook. Roy easily could have stole Roxie to hand over his tickets and tuck her into his side in the gondola, the privacy of being a few hundred feet up in the air paying off for them, but with the amusement ride came the memories of what it entailed. Once upon a time, it had very much been Roy and Lola’s thing. He wasn’t quite ready to tackle that with someone else, believe it or not. He kept his mouth busy by taking yet another bite of the fried dough with powdered sugar and cinnamon, nothing within the guidelines of his strict diet, but alas. “Y’know, if you wanted a partner in crime for this, you just had to ask.” Again came another tease and a smirk, but truthfully, he’d been curious. 

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          “After all these years, Royce... should we really reveal that to the public?” He was trying but failing at holding back his laughter at this rouse. “Out of your entire selection here,” he gestured wide until his hand rested back on his own chest, “and your choice is me.” Mason could actually see why he might be the chosen partner for the ride, if they had been being serious. He was the safe one. Ultimately, this guy wasn’t the Underwood he wanted to be up there with. Not that he had issue riding with a good friend. “It’s good to feel wanted sometimes, Roy,” he shot back. “It doesn’t make me feel good if I’m the one always asking.” He continued to play along but his eyes were scanning the crowd some. “They need a wet tshirt contest at this thing,” he randomly announced. “I’d enter it for the sole purpose of getting ice cold water poured on my head. Want to head on over to the dunk tank? How do you feel about my arm?” He was no Royce Underwood but Mason could throw.

[masoncaddel]

» SPENCER WYATT

A STARTER FOR: @masoncaddel​ WHERE: the maricopia fair WHEN: one of the days that works i guess i can’t decide

     “Well,” Wyatt shook his head, arms coming to cross over his chest, as he came to stand tall next to the Mason, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips though the long-haired male tried to remain stoic, “Don’t tell me you’re ditchin’ me,” His bar, Jackson’s, “For some fair beer cart? I’m almost fuckin’ offended, Mason.” No, he wasn’t, but he’d play like he was, of course. It wasn’t like he was there himself, having a wonderful time, while the bar was under the watchful eyes of his staff. “No, my heart? It’s breakin’.”

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          “Relax, big guy.” Mason’s hand reached for Spencer’s back and gave him a couple of pats. “You didn’t expect me to drink water at this thing, did you?” His friend’s dramatics were a bit amusing, they put a smirk on the firefighter’s face. “Why didn’t you have Jackson’s as a vendor here this year? Woulda raked in a lotta dough.” And likely a lot of phone numbers. Mason sure had received an unwanted and unsolicited few. He’d need to empty them out of his pocket before he ran into Monroe. He took a minute to tap a couple of beers from the keg and gave some cash to the attendant, then handed one over to the hound dog. “Did you really come here alone? You didn’t seem the type.”

[agentoutofdiaz]

[masoncaddel]

» ROYCE UNDERWOOD

WHO? ⇢ with the one and only @masoncaddel​

WHERE? ⇢  maricopia county fair, downtown phoenix. 

WHEN? ⇢  thursday july 22nd, 2021, approximately 7:30pm.

                    The county fair held plenty of found memories for Roy. In between the carnies blowing through town every year since he was a kid and his adulthood, he frequented such event quite often, just minus the gap years where he was away. It was easy entertainment and the baseballer was a sucker for a good philly cheesesteak and a frijo. He could easily remember the times where the asphalt had been far too hot under his feet but he raised hell with the boys on the SpaceMachine, or kissed his high school sweetheart at the top of the ferris wheel after rocking the gondola, pissing her off with his antics. It brought back good memories, and well, a reminder of how much had changed since he had last crossed the gated entrance. Still, Roy was looking for a good time and showed his face fairly early on in the night, catching up with those old friends he bypassed while giving an autograph or two to the kids that held his baseball card and still didn’t realize he was the last person they should be taking any sort of advice from. Roy shoveled a bite out of his fried dough and licked away the powdered sugar that coated his lips when he departed from the grounds where all the food trucks lined up, approaching Mason’s side after giving a swift (and gentle) kick to the back of his heels to be obnoxious. “You going on any rides?” He asked as he took another bite. “Or you too cool for that kind of crap now?” 

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          The fair was a mixed bag for Mason. He’d had fun at it as a kid, even as a teen when they’d come through being the usual teenage nuisance because they were too cool by then. Even when he traveled, back when his father was stationed in different parts of the world, Mason had been lucky to experience what fairs were like elsewhere. Now, as a single man with no kids, it was an odd man out feeling he got when he made his way around the fair. He hung out with some buddies and their families from the firehouse, rode some rides, and had some snacks but mostly really felt that in-between stage place he was at in life. It would be different if he had a sweetheart to wrap his arm around and win prizes for, but he and Monroe weren’t exactly anything official and certainly not in public where they’d be given away. Mason couldn’t really fathom that especially when his longtime friend Roy, and Moe’s older brother, came kicking at his heels. “Hey to you too, Royce,” he chuckled and just to be an obnoxious ass right back, stole a chunk of his friend’s fare, “I’ve been too cool for it all for a long time.” Mason smirked and shrugged his fireman’s shoulders, playing casual. “I’ve been on all the rides already. Were you gonna ask me to ride the ferris wheel with you?”

[masoncaddel]

» LEAH WRIGHT

Leah’s eyes dropped to the fabric cladding his chest. Her nose scrunched as she admired it. “You have nicer shirts.” She rebutted, turning back to the drink in front of her. “I’ve bought you nicer shirts.” Her low silky voice added before raising the glass to her lips again. She scanned the bar once more. Nights like these weren’t unusual for the woman. Perhaps it was because she was still a bit younger than Mason, or because her life allowed for a lot of boredom - but going out was something that filled much of her time. She liked going to parties where people went simply to be seen or to waste away to forget their life. She liked the juxtaposition of opulence and raw human behavior. It’s why the lights in a bar were so dim, as to not see the truth of it all. 

“Beautiful.” Her attention returned back to her dear friend. “Everything and nothing. The same as I get up to everywhere else. A party here. An event there. Lots of boating. Lots of pasta.” One of her reservations about coming home was the perception it caused, like she’d somehow lost or failed so needed to return. Then, Leah remembered she didn’t care what anyone thought. Phoenix had never been her favorite place, but it would do. “Grown up? God, you make me feel old.” She teased. “Truthfully, I had the money and real estate is an investment. Thought I was going to be here for a while, but if I’m not - wasn’t a huge waste, you know?” She shrugged. Leah found it hard to be tied down. Her eyes rolled at Mason’s decision. Was he growing out of her? She pushed the thought aside. “Let’s go dancing. But, I’m gonna need a couple more shots before we do that.” 

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          “This one is more comfortable.” Mason glanced down at his shirt, he couldn’t see anything wrong with it. Maybe he didn’t go out as much as he used to, mostly opting for bars to unwind now, but the fashion seemed to fit as he looked around. “Next time come over first and lay my clothes out for me then.” He blinked at her, a partial smirk on his face as he figured that Leah would probably like that too much and had to be careful about saying things like that to her. While he sipped his beer, he glanced around and figured the last time he’d really gone out like this was when she was last in town. His schedule made him exhausted and his preferences might have changed a little. Plus, he and Leah were pretty opposite in this way and many others. 

          “Sounds like the life.” But why did she seem so bored when talking about it? When he traveled and returned, he loved sharing stories of his adventures and could go on to anyone willing to listen for hours. Mason would also show pictures and videos. “I’ve always wanted to fish there. Maybe I’ll get out to Positano one of these days.” Then he nudged his friend, “let me see some pics, don’t be stingy.” The best thing about traveling though, in Mason’s mind, was that there was a place to come home to. A place where all his people were and he could share his experiences with. Despite the nomadic youth, he loved Phoenix. It was his hometown. “You’re definitely not old. At least not in age, maybe in spirit...” He teased. “But it’s an adult thing, buying a house and setting some roots. I have no idea if it’ll stick with you but I’m proud.” When she wanted more shots, he flagged the bartender. “Any specific kind, princess? I’m not that bad of a dancer, you don’t need to get drunk.”

[masoncaddel]

» MONROE UNDERWOOD

       Monroe couldn’t contain the grin on her features when she saw him. It was like a breath of fresh air after a long day. Sure, her friends were great and they allowed her to vent, spill the beans and let out all her emotions, but it was different with Mason. He was able to take her mind off everything, whether it be with conversation or his mouth. Following him into his place and towards the kitchen, a quiet giggle bubbled from her chest as she spoke, “Even better than a sunset, huh? Or some hot chick sliding down a firemans pole?” Seemed like tough competition if you asked her, but she wouldn’t argue. Then again, there wasn’t any competition when his lips were pressed against her own in a gentle kiss and it was only the two of them, “I was totally looking forward to cold fries and a burger.” But, she also couldn’t stop herself from reaching into the bag and pucking out a fry, only to slowly chew on it. “Want one?” <

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          “You watch way too many trash movies,” Mason teased, shaking his head at the ‘hot woman sliding down a fireman’s pole’. “Unless you come to the firehouse, it’s just not something that happens. And honestly, I’d prefer you not to do that.” As he laughed a little, he rubbed at the back of his neck. He’d never really been the jealous type but Mason wouldn’t want anyone looking at Moe that way. “I don’t think we’d call that beautiful either...” A different adjective, yeah sure. Mason pressed his lips to hers once more, feeling greedy and happy that he finally got to spend some time with her. He couldn’t help but laugh when she played like she’d prefer the food first, and generally, he couldn’t argue much because it was probably better to eat while it was hot. “I’m surprised you didn’t munch all the fries down on your way here,” he teased, then opened his mouth for her to shove one in. Mason’s hands went to her hips, pulling her close and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Another kiss was planted then he pulled away, his palm gently popped her behind before taking her arm and the food in his other hand. Headed for the couch. “I suppose we could eat first and you tell me how things are going.”

[bob-belcher]

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[masoncaddel]

» MONROE UNDERWOOD

A STARTER FOR: @masoncaddel​ LOCATION: his place

          She had sent a text in advance, with little explanation, before showing up. Simply stating she was coming over, which she was, but in reality, Monroe had just wanted to be around Mason. She hadn’t even waited for a response before hopping into her car and heading over. Though she wouldn’t admit it, knowing it was kind of forbidden, she missed him. Showing up to his place wasn’t abnormal, nor was bring food. With a simple knock on the door upon arrival, Monroe waited. When it opened, a bright grin overtook her features as she held up the bag of take-out she picked up along the way, and when she spoke there was a teasing tone to her voice. “So… I brought food. What would you rather first, me or the burger?” 

—

          It was the pickup his day needed when he’d heard from Monroe. He shot back a response saying he’d see her soon and went on to pick up his place a bit. Not that it was messy, Mason had just been so tired after his last shifts that he hadn’t tidied as he liked to — especially when Roe was coming around. It wasn’t the best thing he’d done, getting involved with his friend’s little sister, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to her. He was charmed by both her beauty and that bit of sass she carried around with her. At the knock, his bare feet carried him over to the door where he opened it with a smile and let Monroe in. “I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful than this,” he chuckled, “you and some food.” Mason closed the door behind her and freed her hands of the takeout, leaning into to plant a kiss on her lips as he did so, and set it off on the bar between the dining room and kitchen. “Always you. You weren’t that hungry were you...?”

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[masoncaddel]

» LEAH WRIGHT

Her kitten heels rested back on the floor as her body turned to face him. The dress clinging to her form cost more than most people paid for a months rent, but it was gifted to her. Free things came with her growing following. “I know. I just like to hear you say it.” Leah always had a certain confidence, that she never really felt ashamed of. She was pretty. Of course she had insecurities, like every other human on the planet, but there was no use arguing the fact that she was pretty. Her eyes dropped to the drink in front of her - a cosmo. Did she just like it because it was pink? Maybe. She’d never pretend to be one of those girls who could down alcohol like it was water, but she could certainly hold her liquor. “I knew I liked you.” Leah said as she slide into her seat. 

“I was in Positano. But, I’m here for a while this time - even thinking about buying a house.” She explained. Leah never really had roots once she left her fiance. She found the idea of being glued to one place kind of restricting. In order to write this book, she felt she needed to be in the place that made her her. “So, try not to get sick of me okay?” Her eyes batted as she sipped her drink. Leah’s eyes scanned the bar. “What should we do tonight? Strip club? Dancing? See who can kiss the most amount of people?” 

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          Women. Mason’s eyes rolled in a more playful manner at her comment, not minding at all that she just wanted him to say so. He’d say so every single time she asked him to, not because he was some puppy dog, but because he loved women. Even if they got on his last nerve, he couldn’t do without them. “I’d hope so otherwise I wasted putting on a good shirt to come and see you,” he teased. Truth be told he wasn’t much of a drinker anymore, not like when he was younger and up to no good — most times it was either drinking socially or to unwind after a shift and chat with Wyatt. So he sipped his beer and waited for Leah to drink that awful looking cosmo, especially since he had to endure ordering it for her. 

          “Positano,” Mason repeated. It was a place he’d only ever been into in photos and somewhere he’d always wanted to go. “How was it? What’d you get up to there?” In a way, he was still a little shocked she was back in Phoenix and now talking to him about buying a home. Again, in youth, Mason used to be more like her. That nomadic spirit took him all over but for stability he gave it up and was wondering if that was starting to creep in on Leah now. “A house huh? That’s so grown up of you. Why, though?” No judgement, he was just curious. “I was beginning to think you hated it here. And no, I’m not going around kissing a bunch of women. That doesn’t end well.” Mason laughed. “Dancing or the strip club, you choose.”

[masoncaddel]

» ANTONIA CAMPOS

               Now, Antonia knew damn well that she should’ve unfollowed that prick on Instagram months ago — you know, right after their fleeting relationship ended. That way she wouldn’t have just scrolled past a recent post of him and some blonde having fun. Was she sitting on his lap? Do dumb. It wasn’t that Toni’s feelings were hurt he moved on and wasn’t wallowing over her, or even that she was jealous. What hit a nerve and burrowed under her skin was the fact of him moving on before she had. That wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Pushing up her tits to make her cleavage appear even perkier under her tank top and running a few fingers through her hair, Toni snapped a couple of selfies then leaned over to the person near her. “Alright, what do we think?” Turning her phone to them, on display were the snaps she’d taken. “You can scroll, err — well, don’t go too far, unless you wanna buy me a few drinks.” As she handed the phone over, the brunette chuckled — “Look at that, the girls know what’s up.” The tip of her finger lightly scratched at the photos on screen, specifically at her chest area where her nipples were saying hello under her top. “Should I post?”

with: @phxstarters​

location: anywhere that makes sense!

—

          Toni Campos was a woman he remembered vividly. Somehow during childhood and adolescence she never went through that awkward and gangly phase, not like he did. Which meant that a girl like her never noticed a guy like him back when they were growing up. He remembered how wild she was but how great she made it look, and sitting near her as she fluffed her hair and pushed up her boobs while snapping selfies it seemed like nothing changed. “Huh?” Mason hadn’t expected her to speak to him so he was stunned for a second, coming to reality to find that she as handing over her phone. A brow arched and he questioned, “I’d buy you a few drinks without invading your privacy. I hate how curious you’ve made me though.” The decision made was to look at the photo present on the screen and not touch anything, since she seemed to want his opinion. At what she pointed out, Mason cleared his throat. “The photo is great but no.” Pushing her phone back to her, he added, “you’ve always been good at leaving people wanting more. Don’t change now.”

[masoncaddel]

» BENJAMIN WALKER

               “Alright, enough about you.” Ben said in jest, easy smile resting on his bearded face. “Can we talk about me and my pain now?” Once more, the man was joking about. The pain was there, he was in the middle of an agonizing divorce and custody battle, it wasn’t what he was referring to though. Ben never really talked about either of those things openly, mostly for the fact that it was all so complicated and convoluted with Abby, and when it came to their mutual friends, who knew what would get back to her if he spoke freely. Plus, everyone knew how the game of telephone worked. “My daughter, my little angel baby — yeah, she’s dating. She has a full-on crush on this real boy, not Justin Beaver or the One Direction dudes, but a boy she wants to go to the movies with.” His head had been spinning since Mia had come to talk to him. At least Ben could be grateful that she was open with him, communicating, and that she asked permission. “I should just take her out of that private school, huh? Home school her or hire a private teacher. Something, yeah?”

with: @phxstarters​

location: azukar coffee

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          “So sorry, I didn’t realize I was neglecting you and your needs, Ben.” A little laughter followed and Mason shook his head. He’d always found Walker to be a good guy and someone he got along easily with. How they met he couldn’t remember, maybe through one of Ben’s younger sisters and they’d remained buddies since. “C’mon, you had to know she was gonna grow up sometime, man. She’s thirteen.” Mason didn’t want to laugh at Ben’s anguish or how this had to be tormenting him, but he wasn’t as connected. He’d grown up an only child and didn’t have kids of his own, so he couldn’t quite understand to the degree Ben was looking for sympathy. As he continued on, Mason shook his head and finally did begin laughing at Ben’s dramatics. “No, man. Just no. It’s a right of passage we all go through. Don’t punish her for that. Most girls, or probably kids in general, don’t tell their parents. I’d say you’re getting best scenario already. Why ruin that?”