MASON DUCHANNE

IF THERE IS SUCH THING AS A HEAVEN, I JUST PRAY TO GOD THAT I GET THERE SOON. DEVIL MADE A CALL FROM THE PAY PHONE STALL, TELLIN' ME NOT TO TALK TO YOU.

[masonduchanne]

Text ✉️ Mason&Maggie

Maggie: I love Halloween. I cannot help it.

Maggie: I love that! She's so spoiled and I love it. The other day I completely blanked on who had her. I knew she was safe, but she has so much more of a social life than I do!

Maggie: You're such a goof. We have a kid together. I can't imagine doing things with her and not include him. The only one getting into my bed is Olive.

Mason: can't believe I get called a goof when YOU say things like that

Mason: yeah, well she's a popular kiddo! sometimes i see her out at the park with her friends and she barely even LOOKS at me. we're gonna have to get her a publicist soon, i think

Mason: good. keep it that way :)

[masonduchanne]

maisieduchanne​:

“Sleeping? Pfft. Nah.  I was just, uh, distracted?”  Maisie lied.  She didn’t mean to doze off, but she was a little lacking in the sleep department with her whole situation with her parents.  “Gimme a hand up?”

@frostfordstart​

“Now, that’s a damn lie if I ever heard one,” Mason just snorted a little as he reached down toward his youngest sister. His warm hand wrapping around hers without a moment of hesitation before he hauled her up to her feet. “What’s up with you, little Mase? I don’t think I’ve seen you fall asleep in the park since you were... I don’t know? Six? Should I take you out for ice cream after this too, or what?”

[masonduchanne]

Angelina tilted her head in curiosity. It always amazed her that Mason seemed to loved what he did as she hadn’t been given much of a choice when it came to her own career. “You were put on this Earth to carry on my legacy” actually words said by het father in the twenty-first century. It amazed her just how much pressure her parents placed on her starting from such a young age and then they wondered why she grew up to be so cold toward them. Her dream of modeling had been pushed down so far that she’d suppressed it at this point. Especially given her age. “Listen. Use your vacation hours and let’s go to Europe.” Suddenly she had a plan for vacation.

Mason didn’t think he was nearly drunk enough to have misheard Angelina, but it didn’t stop him from doing a double-take in the woman’s direction, anyway. Smirk fixed onto his expression as he sat up in his chair just a bit. “Europe? Come on,” He just rolled his eyes a little. “If I even had the time, it wouldn’t matter because I don’t even have a passport, Castro. Besides... Furthest I’ve ever been is California.” 

[masonduchanne]

Text ✉️ Mason&Maggie

Maggie: i need time to plan the costumes so that's why i start early! i don't have a problem.

Maggie: it was a joke! you better not be mistaking her for bait given you are a doctor :P

Maggie: go for it.

Maggie: i want to take her to the beach sometime this summer. see her face when she sees waves and seagulls. i asked kyle if he wanted to make it a long weekend for the three of us.

Maggie: but i'd love for her to go with you two.

Mason: you have like... a tiny bit of a problem. it's okay! but you should probably definitely get that checked out lmao

Mason: dad is gonna be stoooked. i caught him googling tiny fishing pools a couple days ago?? adorable.

Mason: oh??? a long weekend for you and olive and KYLE, huh??? sound platonic and not romantic in the slightest

[masonduchanne]

emilyjanewilliams​:

“Yeah, so this morning, I was runnin’ late getting ready, because I had to shower and I thought I would be late to work, but I was actually early, so I had to wait th—” She knew they weren’t listening to her.  “—-And that’s why I think we should have sex.” @frostfordstart​

Mason hadn’t meant to zone out while Emily Jane was talkin’ - he never really meant to zone out at all - but between the hangover ravaging through his head, and the exhaustion that was always eating away at him, he was a man plagued by weakness... That was until the mention of sex was breakin’ right on through the wall of worry and distraction. “Wait - What?” Mason raised an eyebrow toward her, fighting himself from nearly spitting his coffee out across the table. “You weren’t...? No. You’re not, you’re just -” The man took a breath to stop the stumbling over his words, “You’re messin’ with me. Sorry. My head is all over the damn place lately.” 

[masonduchanne]

dexhudson​:

“–Hey, you wouldn’t happen to want a coffee, would you?” Dexter called out, stopping @masonduchanne​ as they passed each other outside of the Wild Flour. “They got my order mixed up and ended up giving me a free one,” he explained. “And I have no use for two coffees– I get weird when I have too much caffeine.” 

Maybe it was the fact that he had been living in Frostford for so damn long - used to the psuedo-safety of knowin’ everyone and their damn Mother - but Mason didn’t hesitate to take the coffee from the near stranger’s hands without a second thought. A tired nod of gratitude dipping in the other man’s direction before he nearly downed half of it in one go - temperature be damned. “I don’t go throwin’ around the word lifesaver very often, but,” Mason just winced as the sound of his own life stoked at the headache roiling through his hungover brain. “Let’s just say, I owe you one... Hudson?” The man raised an eyebrow - silently asking if he was correct. “Remind me to buy you breakfast one of these days.”

[masonduchanne]

@prestondonahue​

Mason nearly dove right into the speech he had been preparing since he started his walk over to the DAR building - some charming little anecdote about getting an extra sandwich by mistake, destined for Lyla’s hands - but the words stopped short of their tracks the moment he saw Preston standing where he the other Donahue was usually stationed. The grin slipping off of his expression for only a moment  before the man caught himself. “Preston! Wasn’t expectin’ to see you here. You volunteerin’ this afternoon too, or...?” Mason’s words faded away - nervous for a reason he couldn’t quite seem to place. “I was just, uh - bringin’ lunch.” 

[masonduchanne]

angelinavcastro​:

Status: Open Location: Salgado Cidery

@frostfordstart​

Angelina decided to unwind by having wine with her friend at the Salgado Cidery, sipping from her glass and looking off into the open space. In all honesty, Angelina had been nothing short of utterly stressed out from her impending wedding, work and family issues that were piling up one after the other. “I need a fucking vacation..” Holding her head up in a hubristic manner per usual, the broker flicked a bug off of the arm of her chair and rolled her eyes, clear bilious expression on her face prevalent.  

“Tell me about it.” Mason wished he could have helped the sigh that fell off of his lips, but it was all he could to do muffle the sound as he took a long sip of the cider in his hands. Eyes trained out across the horizon as he tried to forget the day of work that was weighing heavy on his shoulders - he couldn’t even remember he took time off. “Not that... I don’t know. Maybe I’m not one to fuckin’ talk,” He just chuckled a little, “God knows I’ve got the vacation hours saved up. Just can’t stand to pull myself away from the hospital for long enough to use ‘em. I think I’d just go - fuckin’ crazy, if I wasn’t clockin’ in six days a week.”

[masonduchanne]

Text ✉️ Mason&Maggie

Maggie: you make it sound like i don't think about everyone in the context of AMAZING costumes.

Maggie: i don't have much of a life, my darling brother.

Maggie: i am a vet by day and a mom all the time, that is my life. so let me have my halloween plans!

Mason: i think maybe we need a costume intervention here

Mason: i'm calling TLC

Mason: you can have your halloween plans, but i'm thinkin fourth of july plans should come first! summer plans? is olive old enough for me to take her out on mine and dad's fishing trip, or are you still worried about us mistaken her for bait???

[masonduchanne]

dvnahjcne​:

“So… remember me askin’ you ‘bout venomous snakes?” Dinah was almost embarrassed and a little ashamed to ask @masonduchanne​ what she was thinking. “If someone were to get bit by a snake ‘cause it was like, hidin’ in a trash can or mailbox or somethin’ and it was the bad kind, y’all got the anti-venom here? They ain’t gonna die, are they?”

“I remember...?” Mason was a little weary of the subject at this point, and the mention of trash cans and mailboxes only made him raise his eyebrow at the Rollins’ sister a little higher... Though he wouldn’t quite be Mason Duchanne if his ever present grin wasn’t stretched across his lips. “Okay, Dinah Jane - you know I love you. You know that I’d go to the end of the Earth for you Rollins kids, but, I just gotta ask... Are you tryin’ to poison someone with a damn snake? Because I have to be honest, I think it might be goin’ against my Hippocratic Oath to give you advice that puts someone in danger. That bein’ said...” Mason shrugged, actin’ like he was thinking for a second. “The last time someone died from a damn snake bite in my ER was close to never ago.” 

[masonduchanne]

“I mean, not punchin’ my boyfriend in the face would be preferable,” Babs tells him, wrinkling her lips to the side at the thought of Nash getting punched just for dating her. “But really, you don’t have t’say anything. I’d just rather people hear it from me than have it get twisted all over town and people hearin’ it that way.”

“I can do that. Been a while since I went lookin’ for fights to start anyway.” Mason just grinned, shrugging his shoulders. Sure, it was a little strange to hear - but he knew Babs had a good head on her shoulders. Besides, he knew she had everyone and their neighbor looking out for the girl. She was covered. “Well, I can certainly understand wantin’ to get out ahead of the rumors. Gertie can twist shit around like a damn tornado before you even know you were spotted. Can’t tell you how many girls I tried hidin’ from my Mama back in high school before I realized it was... fuckin’ useless.”

[masonduchanne]

zoerhee​:

“Look– here’s the thing, m’takin’ you out, we’re gonna drive up to Mobile and we’re gonna go dance somewhere that’s probably questionable at best, girl’s are gonna be all over you, cause you got that cute sad boy thing goin’ on, you’re gonna see a lot of ass and probably more, you’re gonna get low and I just have one favor to ask of you– just don’t wear a plaid shirt and dockers, kay? Don’t wear those shiny shoes you wear for work, don’t wear a sweater vest.” @masonduchanne​

“...Cute, ‘sad boy’ thing?” Mason just raised an eyebrow up at the girl, almost like he couldn’t believe the words had come out of her mouth - but he shouldn’t have been so surprised when it came to Zoe. He was already too lost in a laugh that echoed across the room to question it any further. “Alright, alright - let’s just slow down here. For one, Zoe, I’ve got work in the mornin’, so, uh, a late night dancin’ in Mobile might not be the best call. Two -  do you actually think I own a sweater vest? Because I gotta be honest, that just hurts my feelings. Don’t know if I’m gonna be able to forgive you for that one.”

[masonduchanne]

Knee deep in checkered blankets and wine bottles, her list of things to accomplish before tomorrow’s excitement kept growing by the minute and the last thing she needed was this. He didn’t have to continue beyond the greeting for the blonde to know what coming next; her finger was already in the air to try to stop him from even trying to weasel his way out of one the biggest events of the entire year. “No. Absolutely not,” she huffed and pouted and pouted some more. Only making it worse was his laughter and the fact that he dared to lay the baskets on the floor like a neanderthal when there was a perfect good table right next to him. Honestly– the nerve. “I don’t know what you think warrants you a break, but this won’t be it. You see, it’s my job to make sure this whole thing goes off without a hitch. You understand that, right? Which means it’s my job to make sure there are baskets worth biddin’ on and eligible people behind those baskets. There is nothin’ more I hate than strokin’ you ego, but I’ll be darned if Mason Duchanne, a gosh darn doctor, with those blue eyes is about to eliminate himself from this auction.” All the words came out so fast and strung-together that it was a miracle she remembered to breath. “Do you know what someone put in one of these?” Her head tossed around in every direction to make sure one of the older DAR ladies wouldn’t overhear such a word. “A pack of Trojans. My money’s on Chandler Heine, but can you believe what a mockery this town is makin’ of a tradition? I’ll make your basket myself, it’s fine. You just show up.”

Mason should have known that laughing - any sort of casualty in front of Lyla while he was breaking this news - was going to be a mistake, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to his urge to diffuse any situation with humor. A laugh and a smile usually got him out of most predicaments; it had never been quite the same with Lyla Donahue, though. She was always making him work extra hard to charm her... and maybe that’s why he never stopped striving toward success. “Lyla, I know,” Mason could barely get a word in edgewise as she threw syllable after syllable in his direction. His heart just fluttering in his chest at the mention of his own eye color - pathetic. But he just sighed as he sat himself down in the nearest empty seat; a fixed grin set in the woman’s direction. “Lyla Donahue! I’m not tryin’ to make any mockery of Frostford tradition, but! There are other doctors in this town, you know? Doctors who are much more willin’ to be auctioned off on blind dates.” Mason just laughed, “Doctors who aren’t already bein’ auctioned off on blind dates every other damn day of the week. I’ll still come to your singles mixer, alright? I’ll even stay to help you take the damn thing down! But for the love of all things good, just,” He could have dropped to his knees, right then. “Let me sit this one year out before I lose my head. Pretty please?”

[masonduchanne]

Text ✉️ Mason&Maggie

Maggie: it's only June, but i'm starting to think about Halloween costumes.

Maggie: we should do a group costume with all of us and Olive as something like Alice in Wonderland or superheroes.

Mason: i'm starting to feel like you only think about me in the context of dumb costumes

Mason: that being said, we should definitely go as the scooby doo gang

Mason: i'll be scooby, olive will be my scrappy doo and the rest of y'all can fight the other costumes out amongst yourselves while she and i bleed the neighborhood dry of all it's candy

[masonduchanne]

@jonijerrod​

“I know I probably should have called first,” Mason just shrugged his shoulders as he leaned up against the frame of Joni’s front door; a single eyebrow quirked down in her direction. “But I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about watchin’ Powerpuff Girls with you and your roommate, so -” The man just grinned; holding out a six pack toward the woman. “I brought beer. Was hopin’ you could provide the Powerpuff Girls.”

[masonduchanne]

Singledom was kind of great sometimes, especially when it offered something like this: A very handsome doctor with a very handsome smile and eyes bluer than the ocean. Oh, a man that looked like this was just trouble. He was too nice for his own good. 

But really he could have been mean and grumpy and Sienna’d have liked him just fine. His deep voice got her body buzzing. “I considered it,” she told him, waiting for him to catch up to her before slipping her hand in the crook of his elbow. “But you’re a very important doctor man who isn’t always around in town to bless me with your shopping bag skills. I wouldn’t wanna risk you telling me you simply didn’t have time for me.” 

“Doctor man, yes,” Mason couldn’t help himself but chuckle a little as she held onto him; feeling more and more like one of those overly chivalrous southern gentleman he had grown up to hate by the second. “Important? I’d probably have to go with a no on that one.” He knew it was probably a little too humble - it wasn’t like his success was any secret in their little town - but he just shrugged a bit through the pride. Shoulder bumping playfully as he raised his eyebrows down in her direction. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’d never phrase it that way? How’s this for a deal though, huh? I let you know when my next day off is, and...” Mason trailed off for a moment. “You let me know where I can pick you up?” 

[masonduchanne]

text | mase.

max: haven't heard from you in a few days.

max: i was selected to shadow a doctor at the hospital next week.

max: for being at the top of the class

max: so maybe i'll see you there

max: or not, i don't even know what your schedule is like lately.

max: can you like respond asap so i don't have to call frostford's finest? because half of them are idiots and i don't think they'd know what to do in a missing person's case.

mason: i'm here, i'm here. sorry kiddo. busy week. don't go botherin' ace or leah down at the station over it.

mason: congratulations though! i'd ask them to let me take you for the day, but somehow i don't think throwin you into the deep end at the ER is going to make you want to be a doctor for very much longer.

mason: you'll see me there. i'll check up on you - promise.