#ft. mason.

[kixrans]

kieran was ... fucked up and it was only maybe ( ? ) half-way into the evening , he didn’t even know what time it was to be honest. he was mingling for a while , say hi to friends and teammates , drinking with them and even playing a few rounds of beer pong with some. kie didn’t do drugs , even legal ones. he couldn’t bring himself to do anything like that , but he could drink and drink and drink until he couldn’t stand or drink until he couldn’t remember his own secrets. but only on the weekends. he didn’t even think mason would show up , since the other didn’t drink but he finally sees him ... has he been here this whole time ?? before he can think he’s walking to mason , throwing his arms around the other’s waist. “ hi , mase !! ” he rubs his face against the others chest. “ you’re warm !! ” @mvsons​

[kixrans]

𝖙𝖝𝖙 * mase 🦧🐢🧡🥰

kie: hey , mase !!

kie: i just wanted to say i'm really sorry about what happened at the party the other night. i feel really embarrassed and i don't want you to think any less of me.

kie: i'm really excited to see you tonight.

[sugartclking-archived]

continued from here ( @mcrshmcllow )

Zion propped himself up on one elbow, watching Mason tug that shirt over his head like it wasn't borderline criminal to cover up just yet. Plenty of time until you start pretending this didn't mean anything again, he almost said, but bit down on it. It was a little too much and too soon, and most definitely not their thing. So, instead, he reached out, hand ghosting over Mason's lower back, thumb dragging across the skin slowly like maybe he could anchor him there a second longer. "'Round two in the morning' wouldn't be so surprising if you stuck around long enough to see it," he said, voice still a bit rough with sleep. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Alarm's not the only thing that wants you, you know."

[anitcradcliffe]

@masonofhearts | continued from here.

Anita was focusing on perfecting the bow on the gift for Perdita, running the scissor blade along the ribbon to curl it. “Maybe a little bit.” She answered his question, a small laugh leaving her lips. “But who cares? It’s fun.” She pushed the present away, grabbing the rope toy she had bought for Pongo. “I guess it is more of a cat thing but I mean, these are dogs, I’m sure they’ll play with anything.” She began to wrap some paper around the toy, reaching to grab some tape. “We’ll just have to make sure they don’t eat it.”

[goldenchildlynn]

[ text ]: normally I wouldn’t do this, but are you okay?

[ text ] : i’m fine dude. it’s not like me and her were super close or anything.

[ text ]: the real question is, are /you/ okay?

[goldenchildlynn]

The day was so draining at this point, one could only hide from one’s father for so long until his dad had finally pulled him aside to ask him what the hell he was doing. To say that their conversation was strained, because all Ryder wanted to do was call him out on this affair bullshit, would be an understatement. This wasn’t the time or place, he needed more evidence that the threat was even a real one anyways, even though it explained a lot about their family vacations with the Mottas. He could figure it out, but for now, he was gritting his teeth as he listened to his father chew him out about needing Ryder to be more involved in making sure the Lynn name looked good. Covered in glitter and a little bit sweaty from the heat of the day, all Ryder could do was roll his eyes and remind his father it was pride and he could’ve been dressed in way worse.

Even if Ryder wasn’t a part of the LGBTQ community, he supported it, and he wasn’t going to listen to his father at the request he put a shirt on and tidy up. So he just walked away, shaking his head as he ignored the glare in the back of his head, rounding the corner as he sighed under his breath, “I am way too sober for this." He ran into Mason, stepping back a bit so he didn’t pummel the guy, “Sorry dude.”

@mascnsmccarthy