I mean, Buck and Maddie are absolutely first. I just love how no matter how complicated everything with their family gets- they're still siblings.
Hattie <3 they are constantly making their way back up to my favourite couple for him.
Chimney. They've known and worked with each other the longest, and they bicker like an old married couple. plus their brief roommate era is- just hilarious to me
Sophie. like they just clicked when they first met, and I just really like any time they interact
Tierra. They have a fun back and forth that I personally find very fun, and it's not something he really has with anybody else
send me 💞 + an oc and ill tell you my top five favorite dynamics of theirs
@akasupergirl sent: it reminded me of you. (for mason)
The stone was smooth to the touch, warm in his palm. There didn’t appear to be any sort of magical energy within it, but such things weren’t necessary to catch his interest. All it took in this instance, was a shiny blue stone with flecks of gold. It caught the light enticingly when Mason held it up.
Lapis lazuli. A manufactured, synthetic piece, but beautiful nonetheless.
It reminded me of you.
He supposed it would. It was very similar to the shimmering blue of his unnaturally bright eyes. Transfixed, he continued to stare at and study the stone for a time before pulling himself from his reverie. Ah, yes. He should say something. Acknowledge the gift.
“It is… lovely.” An understatement, but for once the half-demon was at a loss for words. Was this repayment for the charm he’d given her? Were they at this particular point in their friendship? The exchange of objects—particularly shiny, precious things—was a cornerstone of affection to the long-dead demons of his clan. Was there something more to this gesture?
Perhaps he was overthinking it.
Mason rubbed his thumb over the surface again. “No, more than lovely. Magnificent. You are very kind.”
zodiac sign: i saw something somewhere saying Maddie was a Pisces and they're twins so-
one good trait: he is incredibly loyal
one bad trait: uh- he represses basically every emotion he has ever had
habits:
one bad habit: he doesn't sleep through the night ever
one good habit: he reads at least one book a month
one habit they can’t break: reorganizing everything in his apartment when he's stressed
one they’ve broken: he used to drink a concerning amount of monster and redbull, and he doesn't anymore
what they’re afraid of: uh, he's claustrophobic
family:
their parents names: Margaret and Phillip Buckley
their siblings names: Maddie, Daniel, Evan
favorite childhood memory: would you believe me if i told you it took me a while to think of something? Honestly it's probably when he and Maddie taught Buck how to ride a bike
favorite childhood toy: not a toy, but his favourite book was lord of the rings
favorite family member: he doesn't have one, Maddie, it's Maddie
what they prefer:
coffee or tea?
showering in the day or night?
taking baths or taking showers?
tv or movies?
writing or reading?
platonic or romantic love?
iced tea or lemonade?
ice cream or smoothies?
cupcakes or cake? '
beach or mountains?
favorites:
song: and if i said he doesn't really listen to music?
place: his favourite place ever is just- his apartment.
not being able to let go when you have them in your arms — sophie and mason
This got very long…
and very off topic…
there are also probably a ton of spelling mistakes cause I finished this at like 3am, but it’s chill
The first mistake Sophie Marshall made was trying to get out of bed in the first place.
She had turned the alarm off—so far slamming it on the bedside table until it ceased its incessant ringing had worked pretty well for her. She had managed to snag a mostly clean t-shirt—the LAFD crest emblazoned on it signalling that it was, in fact, not hers—from the various articles of clothing scattered about her bedroom. She had just pulled it over her head, freeing her hair from the collar when a pair of arms wrapped loosely around her waist.
Sophie tilted her head back ever so slightly, and glanced at Mason, noticing he had sat up as well. He was still blinking sleep from his eyes, and his hair was ruffled in a way she wished she found less attractive. They really did not have time to be late today. His chest was solid against her back, his arms comfortably warm around her torso. She leaned back to press a quick kiss on his cheek. His face was bristly with stubble, she noted, probably a side effect of him not having any of his belongings at her place. Though not an unwelcome one, she mused, recalling the beard he had grown in the early days of the pandemic.
“Nice shirt,” he mumbled. The bleariness of sleep had gone from his eyes, replaced with a glimmer of humour that made Sophie’s heart skip a beat. Sophie rolled her eyes at him as she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail.
“Thanks. My boyfriend gave it to me,” she replied, as an impish smile tugged at her lips. It didn’t cross her mind that up until this moment, the boyfriend vocabulary hadn’t been tossed around, even in conversation. It didn’t occur to her because in the moment—with his arms around her, taking a moment to bask in the undisturbed Austin morning—it felt right. She did, of course, notice when Mason’s body tensed against hers. Then the reality of what she had just said crashed into her like a kick to the chest.
Sophie twisted around, a feat not easily accomplished with Mason’s arms still secure around her waist. She wondered desperately if the fact that he hadn’t moved as a good sign, or maybe she had simply sent him into paralyzing shock.
When she finally managed to get a good look at his face, Mason had a grin on his face. The kind of dopey schoolboy grin she wouldn’t ordinarily have associated with him. Her eyes locked with his and his smile only grew.
“Boyfriend, huh?” Sophie shook her head and slumped back into her original position with a huff.
“You are unbelievable,” she muttered. Her eyes scanned her bedroom now that she knew she hadn’t frightened Mason—her boyfriend, she thought with a wave of giddiness—into cardiac arrest. Her eyes landed on the clock, and a bolt of panic shot through her—they were behind schedule.
She squirmed, attempting to pry herself free from Mason’s grip. She had almost done it too; she had planted her feet squarely on the cold hardwood floor, when Mason snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her back into the bed.
Sophie shrieked, the sound mingling with the echoes of her laughter. They were a flurry of flailing limbs and rustling blankets, but after a moment of struggle Sophie managed to at least sit up. Her hair was dishevelled, and her ponytail had slipped loose during the tussle. Mason wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he did. Oh, they so did it have time for that this morning.
“C’mon, we have to get to work,” she protested through her bouts of laughter. He pressed a quick kiss behind her ear, and she could feel the corners of his lips as they quirked with the beginnings of a smile.
“Or we could just stay in,” he suggested. “I would love to spend some time with my girlfriend.”
He kissed her neck again, and Sophie weakly considered swatting at his shoulder.
“I don’t wanna let you go just yet,” he breathed out after a moment. His breath is warm against the back of her neck and Sophie fought the urge to melt into his touch—to blow off work like he so clearly wanted to do. Thankfully, before she had a chance to make the decision, he pulled away and rested his chin on her shoulder. He blinked up at her, still grinning like a fool. Sophie tried to ignore the blush creeping up her neck and blooming across her cheeks—the blush she only seemed to get whenever Mason was involved. She tried to focus on the necessity of their timing, on how late they were going to be if they weren’t out of her apartment in the next five minutes.
“C’mon, Soph—“ Sophie exhaled, the rest of his words becoming an unintelligible stream as she came to terms with what she was going to do next. She twisted around again, coming face to face with Mason’s only mildly surprised expression. His smile had a touch of smugness to it; he had managed to distract her like this at least four times in the last two weeks alone.
She leaned forward the slightest bit and slung her arms loosely around his neck. Mason opened his mouth, presumably to speak, but Sophie shushed him.
“Don’t say anything else, okay?” Sophie said. He nodded once, though the smug smile was still fixed firmly in place. She pulled him in for a kiss, which he returned immediately.
“Soph—“
“You win,” she mumbled, “we can be late. Hell , we can stay in all day if we want.”
He didn’t react for a moment, and she wondered vaguely if she’d frozen him again, but moments later he leaned back on the bed, bringing Sophie with him. Her hair fell like a golden curtain around her face, and Mason took a moment to blow a lock of her hair away. Sophie laughed softly at him, before leaning in to kiss him once more.
If either of them had bothered to check their phones, they surely would have noticed the dozens of texts asking where they were; and a handful more, asking what could possibly be keeping them.
Sophie Marshall’s second mistake had in fact been believing that she would make it to work that day at all.
