#defiantiisms

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      his digits are wrapped around her wrist , pulling her with him out of the party - why in the world did he think it was a good idea to join this - mason didn’t know , but he’s furious , knows well enough what his mate would’ve done , taken advantage of anastasia - so mason knew that he had to do something , had to  stop it all from happening. so he’s an asshole , calls out quentin on his shit before dragging the femme out of there - and he doesn’t allow her to stay , knows he couldn’t - not only would it break his heart but it’d also hurt her .   .  .“    will you just get in the car i’m taking you home.  ” he looks defeated , no explanation given as of why he was doing this , but he just hoped she knew he had a motive , he didn’t want her to be pissed at him. “   please , anastasia.  ”

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      hand finds its way to her neck as he steps closer , digits slowly caressing her skin as he gazes at her. how complicated and messed up all of this was - he never thought he’d fall for someone who’s taken , more so fall for them and somehow gain their affection. index finger finds its way to her chin , tilting it up for his gaze to meet hers and he can’t help the way his lips twitch , a small grin adorning his features as he hopes for her to know. she means the world to him , the stars , the universe - she’s everything to him. he hoped that in her eyes she didn’t see him as ‘ the guy she hooked up with whenever her boyfriend wasn’t around ‘ but rather something else. something more.

       ❝ i missed you. ❞ he whispers , the bad of his thumb running down her jaw , before he leans down , closing the gap between the to as lips pressed upon her own in a soft k i s s , eyes closing as he let himself get l o s t in the way she made him feel. funny how q u i c k all of this happened ; how unexpected it was for them to share this attraction while she still was with someone else - someone he’d grown to despise. jealousy was something he had to hide whenever they were in the same place together , he had to shut up about how much seeing him kiss her bothered him ; he’s never able to do anything about it - until they’re alone ; like right now. lips pull back from her own as his hands make their way to their hips , digits ever so softly giving her the most gentle of squeezes. ❝ are you free tonight ?? ❞ it’s the most innocent of questions , one he wishes to know the answer to so they can stay together , spend the night at his place ordering food and just enjoying each other’s company. ❝ or .  .  . do you have plans with him again ?? ❞ voice is soft , the jealousy barely audible as he delicately lets the words roll off his tongue. it’s obvious , he wants to stay with her ; to in fact be with her. he wants to be able to kiss her and hold her hand , but he can’t do any of those things.

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          his sitting in the living room , has gone down to pick up some stuff but ended up sitting on the couch , watching the news for the first time in ages - and all he could always focus on where hands. he always wondered if he’d come across someone like him , someone with scissorhands - other than that tim burton movie , he couldn’t help but to wonder if there was anyone else in this world with his unbearable condition. a curse , he didn’t even know it was one - but he felt like he’d been cursed by god himself - and he hates it , he hates himself. he hears someone walking in behind him , is oblivious to the fact that while he had been upstairs his nana had let seomeone in , so as soon as mason hears a small knock on the door he speaks up , scissors pressing down on the television button , his gaze fixated upon the screen as he did so - "    nonna , you know how i hate scratching the door and - i couldn’t get it open so could you -   ” but he notices the reflection , and he turns around , his whiskey hues fixating on the stranger - someone his age , some beautiful girl in his home - and it’s the first outsider he sees , the first person other than his nan in years - but he’s frozen - doesn’t know what to say , and he’s sure to keep his scissors to himself - the clicking heard as he folds his arms. “    uh - hey .  .  . can i uhm - help you ??   ” and he’s begging she says no , begging she leaves - scissor f r e a k - he still remembers what those kids used to call him hen he was younger - a monster , a fucking robot.

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  he’s still wearing the same clothes - has been doing so for three days since he managed to escape that place - the institution , and he’s clueless about the outside world at this point - all that mason knew was that there was something off , that things weren’t the way he’d been made to believe they were as a child. in fact - if they were both of his mom would’ve picked him up after summer break , no .  .  . they would’ve never dropped him there to begin with. mason continues to look for food , looking in the container - and he hates doing this , hates the way he feels like he’s starving - but that wasn’t his main issue. he can feel someone there , no he can see someone there , watching him - and he’s quick to get up , face going pale. it’s clear in his appearance that there’s something wrong , especially by the wound on his cheek (  after all he’d climbed two fences to get out of there , and stung himself with the barbwire  ) and the mess that his hair was. it was obvious , something was wrong , extremely wrong with him and now it wasn’t just that - he was scared too , afraid that whoever that femme was wouldn’t take him back , wouldn’t hand him in as he’d seen the consequences of running away or at least . . . heard of them. he steps closer , digits scratching against the skin of his forearm , feeling his scars beneath his fingertips. he hated it , hated what he’s lived the past years , and now that he was out - even if it was scary , he didn’t want to go back , he couldn’t go back. mason finally takes steps towards her , but he keeps his distance - just in case she tried anything.  he’s afraid she belongs to them , and he hopes that she didn’t. “  please don’t say anything -  ” he’s begging , and it is visible upon his features - even if it was hard to see due to how late it was , 2 a.m - he was hoping he wouldn’t bump into anyone - but the moonlight was enough to make his features visible , that and the obvious wound upon his cheekbone. “   please , i don’t want to go back there just - don’t take me back there .  .  .   ” mason was shaking , fear taking over as he gazed at the other and he finally takes a step closer , falling on his knee as he gazed up at the brunette. he’s literally desperate , wants her to see that he means it , that he’s afraid , that he did not want to go back to the institute , to the tests , to the fear and most of all he didn’t want that fate that awaited him , to be frozen. “  please - they’re going to kill me if you do , or torture me and then FREEZE me , i don’t want to die.   ”  there’s a sigh , followed by a long silence as hands are clasped together , his fingers lacing together as he watched her - but it did not last long as the sound of his growling stomach broke the silence. “ please don’t say anything. i’m begging you.  ”

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@defiantiisms / plotted starter ft. anastasia & mason /

     losing her had to be the most devastating feeling in the world. the void that had been left within the human now remaining there for what he knows will be forever. mason knows he could’ve done better , wishes he could’ve protected her like he should’ve. one single second of looking away , it’s all it took of his attention for the love of his life to vanish in front of his eyes - his heart still aches today , not that long had passed but it felt like an eternity. he’d changed , everyone had seen that - everyone realised he wouldn’t be the same man after that day .  .  . how could he ?? his anastasia wasn’t there anymore. she is , in his arms , but she’s not breathing , her heartbeat still , as he carried her through the woods , towards the hill they used to meet on , their special place - he’s planning on burying her there , giving her that safe space , somewhere where he could always visit her in , and talk to her - and just pretend like things weren’t as horrible , but they were. after all he had fought through hell and back to find her body , wasn’t sure who had taken her , and after figuring it all he’d battled that horrid creature to get her back. a werewolf , one he’d threatened to d e a t h , if he did not give her back to him , explained himself even - told him that his intentions weren’t bad and that he was in love , that she deserved that p e a c e , but after getting a no things had shifted - found himself trying to slay the wolf - until eventually wounding him. it’s why mason was there now , walking through the woods , towards that hill , that waterfall and the rocks , near their spot which managed to look both over the city and the sea far away - he can still remember how it was like being up there with her for the first time , how instead of gazing to the horizon he found himself gazing at her , the smile he wore never fading as the realisation hit him that he liked her. mason wishes he could go back , that he could turn back in time just to be with her again , to hear her voice , her laugh , to see her smile - even if it was just for five minutes. “    god i wish i could have you back , anastasia .  .  .   ” the words escape him in a soft whisper , the tears rimming the human’s eyes as he continued to walk through the forest , approaching the field at the mountain’s feet and that’s when he feels something strange , almost like a cold breeze - a sudden one causing him to shiver , and it is brief , but suddenly he feels like he’s not so alone anymore. it’s why mason was suddenly on alert , looking around himself from time to time , his steps quickening as he carried anstasia. hopefully it was just his paranoia , the last thing he needed in that moment was to deal with someone else trying to steal her from him. he doesn’t know what their deal is , but whatever it is - he’d keep going , would continue to fight to keep her safe.

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        funny enough news had spread faster than he’d expected , he’d broken up with his girlfriend - to some it came as a shock (  all things considering they had after all been making out on the halls the day before and things seemed fine to most of their mates  ) - to some they’d already counted that they’d never last long , but they had - they’d been together since the end of sophomore year - until the beginning of junior .  .  . funny enough the weekend before the week of his eighteenth birthday. it came as no surprise , mason’s eyes were after some other girl after all , they’d been after her for a while now. nat or natalia , he hasn’t quite figured out what she likes to be called , all he knows about her is that the girl hung out with a different group , one that didn’t exactly fit his etiquette. losers , outcasts , geeks and nerds , everyone had a different term to call them by , some picked on them , some didn’t - but most of his mates did. he usually refrained from doing any of that crap , perhaps a comment would slip past his lips here and there , but he’d somehow reach out by the end of the day and apologise , something which his mates didn’t do. he walks down the corridor , adjusting the strap of his backpack , gazes on him as it was no secret , not just the situation with gabrielle or any of his past girlfriends , but also the fact that he would probably be celebrating his birthday - a house party , it was his eighteenth after all , so most of the people were eager to be invited , some even delusional - most of which were freshmen.  his gaze however lands on anastasia blackwood , steps slowing as he walked , whiskey hues meeting her chocolate ones. he knows who she is , then again who didn’t ?? she might not belong to his clique but everyone knew her. straight a student , literature club and one of the writers for the newspaper. they share a couple of lessons , knows well enough how brilliant she is in class , just like he knows who her best friend is , natalia. lips curl into a smirk , winking at her as he said a quick ‘ hi ’ , walking past the brunette only to make his way towards their first lesson , one he ironically shared with her. he knows the only way mason would get her friend’s number was if he talked with her , befriended her. he had to prove a point , that he wasn’t a dick like most of his friends - and that’s what he was trying to do. he walks into the classroom , heading straight towards the brunette’s seat , only to sit down next to her spot , gaze flickering to the door from time to time - only for the previous owner of the place he was sat in to walk in. he knows they’re glaring at him , but it wasn’t like he gave two fucks - it’s just a chair in his eyes anyways , but then anastasia walks in - and he’s gazing at the front of the classroom again , lips now having curled into a grin. history was after all the only lesson which seemed to interest him. after the drama within his family , it was difficult for him to even bother with school. it was something everyone had talked about during freshman year. mason reaches out , digits tapping on anastasia’s forearm , hand sliding to rest upon her table as he got her attention. “  hey - again.  ” he says , his brown hues flickering up to greet her own , teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he ignored whatever the teacher had to say. “  you should come to my party this saturday.  ” he trails off , giving her a small nod as the grin upon his features only grew , one of the questions the teacher asked catching his attention. mason raised his hand as he kept his eyes on her , the look upon his features turning into a rather goofy one as he reached into his pocket with his free hand , grasping a hold of his phone. “   wouldn’t want you to miss out on it , and it’d be nice to see your face there too.   ” he knows a few of his friends had their eyes on anastasia anyways. “  and - you could also bring that friend of yours - nat ?? yeah.  ” he says with a small nod , handing her his phone this time - he wasn’t even sure if she was interested at all , but he’s playing his cards as well as he could , the flirtatiousness within his voice obvious. “   give me your number and .  .  . i’ll text you the address.   ” his name is called out this time , but he doesn’t look at the teacher just yet - finds himself sending a wink in anastasia’s direction before facing the teacher , hand now falling on the desk as he answered the question , perfectly - only earning him a praise from the mr. finnik , which caused him to look at the brunette once more , a brow arched. “  so ??  ”

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@defiantiisms / plotted starter /

       jay had brought dinner for them to share - it had been a surprise he’d prepared for her , more so seeing as he liked her - even if they weren’t exclusive , he’d like for them to. the male was crushing on her hard , though he was trying his best for her to see just how much he would like for them to be together - for her to stop seeing some other guys and just focus on him. though the male doesn’t quite think about it in that instant , all he can focus on is how close they’re on the couch , curled up together as they enjoyed the thai food he’d brought over , though suddenly at her words , the joke she’d cracked - he finds himself cracking up , quickly shaking his head. “ okay seriously stop you’re going to make me choke on my noodles !! ”

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they’re laying in bed , his gaze stuck upon the ceiling rather than the television and there’s a thought he can shake , one that he felt like she wasn’t able to either and it’s their daughter - where she was at this time of the day , what she was up to. mason’s teeth bite into his bottom lip , frame turning to face anastasia once again. “  babe .  .  .   ” there’s a brief pause , his hand lifting up cup her cheek , a sigh escaping him. he knows it’s a complicated situation , but it wasn’t exactly new either. it’s not the first time it happens , the first time isabelle decides to come home later than what she’d been told to. much later. they’d said 11 p.m , and he knows she’d agreed to it , but it was past 12 and she wasn’t picking up her phone. “  what are we doing wrong ??  ” he questions , his brows knitting together. “  like .  .  . i sometimes don’t know if she’s just going through that phase we’ve all been through or if she’s just - against something here , like - if she’s not feeling comfortable here at home.  ” he says with a small nod , a sigh escaping him. “   i just sometimes feel like we’re too good but .  .  . at the same time like it’s our fault that she behaves like this ?? as if .  .  . as if she’s not happy , maybe - i dunno maybe i’m just overthinking -   ” he’s cut off now however , the door to their room opening slowly only for the dim light of the tv to reveal their son , oliver and mason finds himself sitting up as he gazed at their boy walking in. “  mama , papa ?? i can- can’t sleep i had a ni-nightmare. ” a soft sigh part’s the male’s lips as he gets up , picking the seven year old up only to carry him towards the bed. “  come here you big boy , it was just a dream !!   ” mason says , hand brushing through the kids hair as he sat down , allowing him to lay down between him and anastasia. the corners of his lips twitch as he watched the boy curl up against the side of his mother , his gaze now flickering towards the brunette.  “   we’re grounding her though - for a couple of days at least it’s not - it’s not right that she makes us worry like this - at some party with amanda - i thought she was staying at amanda’s ?? she said she’d stay there didn’t she ?? to do that history project ??  ”