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@woodstocklim
“Remind me again, why did we agree to come to this?” Woody asked his boyfriend, Mason Devereaux as he’d pulled him in for yet another stolen kiss as they’d found a moment of relief from the monotony that was the Devereaux luncheon. “I get it, we’re the gays of your family, but that doesn’t mean I want to listen to the ‘upper crest’ of Rosewood discuss this seasons social calendar.” He mumbled against Mason’s lips. ( @masondevereaux )
mason.
mason pulls his palms, unclasped behind his head, elbows out — relaxed and smug. “ It’s definitely the purple shorts. You think I didn’t do this on purpose? I have to make the fans happy after all. “ he laughed. ” but you can handle the competition. you always could. ” he asks with a suggestive smirk, glancing over his shoulder at woody.
“oh, i know you did it on purpose.” woody said, as he laid besides his beloved as they took in the suns rays. “and it has been a while since you’ve given them some good food.” woody teased, his smile bright as he turned over to look at his boyfriend. “ i think we both know that i thrive under competition. it brings out both the best and worst out of me.” woody nodded. “but call me crazy, i happen to think you enjoy both those sides.”
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“Will you look at that?” Woody nodded past his boyfriend, towards the small crowd of teenage girls that were looking in Mason’s direction. “I see the fan club’s back.” Woody teased with a bright grin. “Do you think it’s the purple short shorts?” He asked him, pointing down at his boyfriend’s choice in swimwear. “I think it is.” ( @masondevereaux )
amelie.
Exactly how much time do you need to prepare for a mini road trip? Because I have the next four days off and I feel like I could make it happen.
“You just asked the wrong person for advice on that,” Woody said with a shake of his head. If you knew Woody, you knew he didn’t believe in light packing... because you never knew what opportunity would arise. “like where do you see these travels taking you? And yes, I am going to suggest you take a slinky number with you cause you never know who’s out there.”
mason.
“I don’t think we’ll ever have empty nest syndrome. they’re in and out of here like it’s a fucking hotel.” mason jokingly raises his pitch at the last bit so aubree, julian, and madison could hear, as he pushes the dirty plates to the side. “one leaves, another comes in. sheesh, when will we get the house to ourselves?” he joked.
@woodstocklim
“I’m going to assume that’s going to be never.” Woody let his husband’s know, patting his back. Truth be told, Woody didn’t quite mind the return of their children to their home. It’d been awfully empty for a bit there. “Isn’t it more like one left and three came back in.” He said, referring their eldest going his own way. “You know what you need?” Woody asked his love, cupping his face. “A vacation. A vacation in a place where clothing is optional.” Woody added with a wink.
harvey.
“Yeah, to no one but you.” It was amazing that Harvey was able to maintain his composure long enough for Madison to touch him at all, but that didn’t stop his heart from racing even as she pulled away. “Right? Okay, I have exactly a week to figure out how I can be both a human and a dragon all at once. And you need to figure out with Chihiro outfit you’re going to wear. I’m thinking the pink uniform one, mostly because I can’t imagine you wearing the yellow sneakers. Or any sneakers for that matter.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe next year I’ll have changed my mind. Maybe.”
“Uh huh.” Madison said, the skepticism all over her face. In her time away from Rosewood, Harvey had found himself catapulted to the top of Rosewood’s social scene... and yet, he didn’t act as if that’d happened. He was still the same dork she’d left behind when she’d been enrolled at boarding school. “I think you’ve got this.” She pat his shoulder. “Well, at least I hope you do. I’m wishing you all the best look.” Madison laughed. “Excuse you, I can definitely do sneakers. They aren’t my preferred footwear but I can do it for us.” She let him know. “We’ll just have to find a way to change that maybe to a yes.” Madison let him know.
harvey.
“You could try and straighten my hair, but…” Harvey shook his head as if he were coming out of a thought, “Wait, no. I don’t think I trust you with that. Besides, I’m still debating whether I should go as human Haku or the dragon version. The Haku version would be easier to do, but the dragon would be so much cooler.” He smiled at her idea, appreciating the fact that she seemed to be just as into the planning as he was. “Okay, I’d do it for Peter Pan. But no one else. My stomach doesn’t need to be restricted like that when I’m trying to fit in as much Halloween candy as possible.”
“I don’t know, I feel like if I attempt to straighten your hair... I’m going to get a collective of people with pitchforks at my front door. Those waves are a Rosewood treasure.” Madison said, reaching over to running her fingers through the front of Harvey’s locks. “Okay, rude.” She playfully rolling her eyes, pushing him back lightly. “The dragon would definitely win us best couple costume, hands down.” Madison told Harvey, loving where Harvey’s mind went. “You’re so lucky you brought up Haku because I would have so made you put on the tights.” She said with a small laugh.
harvey.
“What about Haku and Chihiro from Spirited Away?” Harvey scrolled through Google Images on his laptop after searching for couples Halloween costumes, eventually turning the screen to allow Madison to see too. “Or did you want something… I don’t know, more elaborate? Because you know I’m up for anything so long as it doesn’t involve tights.” @woodstocklim
“I actually love that.” Madison said, looking up at Harvey. The smile on her face letting him know just how much she loved that idea. “But you know, I fully need you in that bob moment.” She pointed at Haku’s hair, before looking back at him. “And you know, you’re spared from anything with tights.” She added, laughing lightly. “Although, there goes my dream of conning you into dress like Peter Pan.” Madison told him. “You know that would have been a hit. You as Peter, I as Wendy.”
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mason.
mason sighed, unable to come up with a response. in some sick way, he wanted confirmation that he was always going to be who he was in high school. that no matter how many years passed or how much he’d grown up, he would always be this awful person. especially to amelie. even if they were broken up, somehow her opinion still mattered to him. and if woody knew the truth, what was he going to think? “and what if those people don’t care about me trying to do right?” amelie made it clear that despite him not knowing the details of what his then friends did to her, he was still responsible for it. if only he’d pay more attention to the friday night poker talk, the locker room talk or didn’t turn the other cheek at the kickbacks. he just didn’t expect the betrayal and amelie being one of the girls. his naive nature with his teammates was apparently his achilles heel. “yeah, I’m fine.” he slowly rose up and forced a smile. “I didn’t wanna tell you, but I stole one of your edibles.” he laughed before he leaned in to kiss woody in attempt to blow the previous conversation out the way. “I can only eat so many of roman’s fruit snacks.” he stole another kiss.
“then that’s their prerogative.” woody said with a shrug. “you’re changing into a better person because you want to be a better person. that in itself makes you great. and if someone can’t see that, then they can’t. and that’s okay because you’re doing this for you.” he told him with a big smile, not wanting mason to take a step back when he’d been doing so well at life thus far. his boyfriend was a better human being, he knew that for himself. “okay...” woody nodded, not believing him entirely but he knew better than to press. mason would tell him if he wasn’t okay on his own time. “no way.” he laughed, shaking his head as mason kissed him. “i thought we’d come to an agreement that we weren’t going to indulge in drugs without the other present.” he said with a pout, pointing at his lips as he wanted yet another kiss from mason. “i don’t know, fruit snacks are the snacks that keep giving.” woody laughed as he got yet another kiss from mason. “and i know that we’ve moved past the conversation, your kisses made that clear but i’m proud of you. that might not count for much, but i’m super proud of the person you’re becoming.”
stefan.
“A whiskey sour…” Stef nodded and ordered one for the both of them, “Not a usual for me but neither is conversing with you so if there was ever a time to try new things…” Stef smiled, actually missing the kid, he quite liked being uncle Stef but it was no secret his relationship with his friends were fractured, “And he’s doing well in school or daycare or whatever you call it for the tiny humans?” Stef’s interests were piqued so he nodded at Woody but was surprised at the question, sitting up a little straighter. He’d thought he hadn’t heard from Mason for one of two reasons; he was too caught up in his family bubble to come up for air or Ram had gotten in his ear and turned Stef against him, “I haven’t, not exactly, I assumed he cut me off like Ram had. What do you mean off? He’s not okay?”
“Well, between us, you’ve definitely been missing out.” Woody told him with a small smile, looking back out towards the bar. Hanging out with his former tormentors would never not be a weird experience. Just a couple of years, he was the butt of jokes that left the blonde man’s mouth and now he was sharing drinks with him? “They actually call it nursery school here. And he’s been doing well. He’s recently discovered his artist side, so the fridge is covered in all of his art work. So are the walls in his room... really, the walls all over the house.” Woody laughed. “No, I don’t think that’s what’s happened.” Woody knew of the great war between Ram and Poppy vs. Stefan and Tinsley and not once had Mason really spoken of that. “It’s more like he’s become really introverted. He’s wondering about the past and what he’d done to people. He’s beating himself up and yes, I do think that you all have made massive mistakes in your pasts, but I don’t believe in looking backwards when you can make up for those things in the now.” Woody said, thanking the bartender before taking a sip from his cocktail.
stefan.
“Wednesdays are for character assassinations. Obviously. Stay tuned.” Stef…didn’t think much of Woody for a long while, and well he didn’t really think much of him at all, but in the past year if he did think about it…he supposed Mason could have done a lot worse in terms of partner considering they were still together he could only assume they were in love. “Perfect. What is your drink of choice? It’s on me.” Stef started to walk towards the bar, expecting Woody to follow so he continued to speak, “How’s Roman these days?”
“Oh, of course.” Woody said with a nod of his head. “I’m sure that’s a great ol’ time.” He smiled, watching as Stefan walked off ahead of him and he assumed that that was his cue to do so as well. “I’ll take a whiskey sour, actually.” Woody told Stefan as he’d reached the bar, thanking him. “Roman has actually been really great. He’s always great. Even when he’s not, he throws on these big puppy dog eyes and there’s no being mad at that.” Woody smiled. He, never in a million years thought he’d be helping a significant other parent at his age. Especially if you’d mentioned it’d be Mason Devereaux’s kid. But yet... here he was. “Actually, can I ask you a question? Has Mason spoken to you lately? He’s been a bit off.”
