#{c;hannah}

[thatsmason]

Text 📱 Hannah

Mason:I'm 90% sure you blocked me

Mason: But in case you didn't would you like to go to a paint night with Lucie and I?

Mason: I think she would love to see you

[ppayton]

❝so,❞ payton dragged out the ‘o’ sound as she pushed past hannah’s frame into her best friend’s home with two crystal glasses dangling from her fingers and a bottle of champagne. ❝let’s talk boys and drink champagne, while i indulge you in a little show by the name of outlander where a character named jamie fraser will be the protagonist of all your wet dreams from this day forward,❞ she suggested, shaking her hips in a little dance, clearly slightly tipsy by the sparkle present in her eyes and the pep in her step. @hannahpls

[rydersmercury]

it was a bad day to wear a white v-neck t-shirt, streaks and drops of different mixed paints staining the soft cotton hugging ryder’s torso, a red dollop also somehow getting on his cheek. his hands were filthy, as if the lucky charms leprechaun threw up all over his palms from the paint drenched paintbrush hugged between his index finger and thumb. but this was his passion, his dream, his profession. painting was the only thing that calmed the anger continuously sizzling under his skin. he often set up a makeshift station on the conveniently placed hamptons beach. he had used hannah’s silhouette as a frame of reference not meaning to paint her exactly but just a tangle of webs in a girl lost in thought on a sunset beach. it was a simple concept but there was something so unique in hannah’s posture that inspired him. ❝hey,❞ he called out to her, not wanting to disturb her, stealing the perfect expression off her face but wanting to ask her permission to even use her as a fictional muse. ❝this is going to be really fucking weird and cliche to say. but i’m painting you.❞ @hannahpls

[thatsmason]

Sucking in a breath he knocked on Hannah’s door, regretting his decision to get involved with Hannah’s madness seeing as she was a black hole of drama. Checking his phone Mason searched to see if any text would pop up to give him a chance to leave. “Hi, we need to talk about this.”

[thatsmason]

Text ⇋ Hannah

Mason: I don't expect you to reply to this or read my messages any more. But the last time talked or whatever you asked if I was okay and you said you cared. I strongly doubt you care anymore but you know I met someone and they make me happy. Despite all the shit going on I'm well

[thatsmason]

To say the least, Coachella had begun to prove Mason wrong, despite his doubts he had enjoyed the various artist and even found a likely to the music festival scene. With the enjoyment of the scene came the cost of way too much money spent on drinks, his contact fell out, and questioning what was now considered to be clothing. Drunk, blonde in his right eye, and fucking exhausted Mason arrived at his tent, stripping down to his boxers  he prepared for bed. Getting closure to his designated sleeping area there was a blob sleeping on his bed, he didn’t blame Sienna for not wanting to share a tent with four people. Climbing in he wrapped his arms around her. “Hey babe.”

@hannahcallaghanrp

[thatsmason]

Text: Mason to Myblondestocker

Mason: I ran out of booze

Mason: So I guess I have to deal with this now

[thatsmason]

The smell of various types of alcohol soaked the room and glass coated the floor. Mason had decided that due to his anger he was going to break bottles and ever else in sightline angered him. Vacuuming the floor hoping to prevent in future cups to thier feet Mason mentally ran over everything he planned on saying to Hannah. He had already emptied to a can of air freshener hoping to get rid of the scent with no success.