to indeed be a god.

"why do you insist on making me hate you?" "i'm not making you hate me. i'm making you love me." damn him for being right.

[hfsgrazia]

pouting her lips in disappointment with his words, the blonde soon let out a chuckle with his actions. “ it’s nice to see you again too, puppy.” she tried to speak while he was squishing her cheeks. “ however, i’m disappointed you’re not the music. i expected more from you. and i had some tequila, corona beer and vodka after that. i forgot if i mixed some fairy dust in the vodka. maybe i did, because i’m magical.” she proudly spoke, tapping herself on the shoulder as if she had achieved something big. “ deep end? what are you talking about, mase!” she gasped, clapping her hands right away. “ free drinks, yay!” she exclaimed happily, tugging onto his arm. “ come, let’s go. you can tell me how your life is and how katie and you are going. when’s the wedding and am i invited?”

[wtvrmason-blog]

mason couldn’t help the goofy grin that tugged at his lips as she tried to speak, cheeks squished and words coming out sounding like she had about thirty marshmallows in her mouth. “i’m sorry to disappoint then,” he laughed, letting go of her cheeks and lifting up his hat, turning it backwards on his head so he could see her better, “tequila, corona beer, vodka, and maybe fairy dust. because you’re magical,” he repeated the list of things that had gone into her body and found himself feeling a little bit concerned, “you sure you’re going to be alright? that’s a hell of a lot for a hell of a little person. as magical as you may be, g, maybe we should get you some water.” he eyed her carefully and mumbled, “clearly nothing all that important,” as she was already tugging at his arm and leading him to the bar. “life is life. summer classes are over and i’m taking a break from reality to be here with you guys. and katie is-- god, she’s good. we’re good. a little bit hindered by distance, but good,” he laughed, following behind her closely, “no wedding in the works yet, but someday. of course you’re invited. i actually fully intend on you planning the entire thing. we’ll just discuss it when you’re sober.” he looked at her, curious about where she’d been and what’s been going on in her life, “and what about you, tinkerbell? fairy dust and magic aside, how’s it going in grazi-land? beyonce and jay-z call you up to decorate their new mansion yet?” 

[katiemorganjfc-blog]

Katie pursed her lips together, eyes narrowing at him only for a second before her lips were turning back up into a smile. “Right, right,” she began, head nodding slowly as she spoke. “I’ll let you keep saying you don’t like it all you want. Gotta let you keep some of your man card and all that, right? It’s the least I could do.” She followed his lead for the spin effortlessly, copying a move that they had done in his living room many times when they were younger. “Who cares?” She questioned after being pulled back toward him, resting a hand on his chest. “Clearly we can sway to it if we try hard enough.”  Even with the amount of time and distance that was put between them, Katie didn’t feel any different about him. Maybe they got frustrated about not being able to actually see each other more than once every few months, but he was still him and she was still her. They had dealt with being apart for years and they would be able to deal with being apart from each other for a few months until they figured out the best solution to their problem. When she was by his side, her arm wrapped around his torso and her free hand moved up to grab the one that was around her shoulders, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t know,” her shoulders shrugged, turning her head to look up at him as they walked. “Cap kind of seems like a city dog to me.” She raised her eyebrows at him then, her hand giving his a light squeeze. “You ever ask him where he wants to live? We can just have him make the decision for us.”

[wtvrmason-blog]

“Please,” Mason scoffed, his eyes never leaving her as she stepped away and spun. When he pulled her back in, he lifted one hand to her face, brushing the hair away from her eyes before cupping her cheek, “my masculinity is not that fragile. I genuinely don’t like dancing. Mum made Mads and I take a ballroom dancing class when we were twelve for a cousin’s wedding. Hated it ever since.” He laughed at her statement, lightly running his thumb over her cheek before leaning down and resting his forehead against hers, “Yes, but we look like absolute idiots. -- Which I suppose is okay, so long as I’m looking like an idiot with you.” Katie and Mason had fallen back into their old routines effortlessly when she rejoined the show. After months of brutal fighting, it was like they’d never stopped dating. As cliche as it seemed-- Katie Morgan was the love of his life, and he couldn’t imagine a world without her. The only issue was, he had a difficult time dealing with a world where she was thousands of miles away as well. “I hate to break it to you, Morgan,” he sighed, looking down at her, “but Cap is a city dog, and Los Angeles is a city. I don’t think he’d do well without our morning beach jogs. Loves the ocean too much, little merpup.” He tilted his head back and laughed at her comment, lightheartedly playing along, “right we’ll put him in between two signs. One that says ‘NYC’ and one that says ‘LA’. Whichever he goes to, that’s where we’ll end up.” He furrowed his eyebrows and added, “of course, knowing my damn dog, he’d circle around four times and lay right in between both.” He looked back at Katie and smiled softly, “C’mon-- would LA be that bad? I could teach you to surf.” 

[lynchwyd-blog]

james had somehow managed to find himself in the middle of a set, music blasting and leaving his ears ringing. with no drink in hand, he turned to the crowd for a source of entertainment. he noticed someone making their way carrying what appeared to be small water balloons and a mischievous grin. “hey,” he shouted trying to get the attention of a nearby ‘victim’, “there’s someone behind you that’s about to–” he let his voice fade into the music as the balloons hit the figure and exploded with water and gold glitter. “that’s rough.” he commented with a short chuckle.

[wtvrmason-blog]

mason’s head shot up as he heard a familiar voice shout in his direction. before he could turn around, however, he felt a snapped impact in between his shoulder blades and then liquid splashing all over his back. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he shook his arms off, noting that gold glitter now dripped down his arms. “hey,” mason shouted, grabbing the shooter by the collar and pulling him close, “hand ‘em over.” he took the last two water balloons from the kid then let go, watching as he scurried away frightened. then, he turned back to his friend. “good looking out, mate,” he scoffed, a wicked grin taking form on his face, “not as rough as what you’re about to get hit with.” he raised his arm, cocked it back, and fired a water-balloon fast ball that hit james right in the hip, “and he’s still got it.” 

[braedenchase-deactivated2021011]

Soft freckles peeked out of Braeden’s tan yet slightly burnt skin as he roamed around the crowded festival grounds. With his t-shirt thrown over his bare shoulders, he was glistening with sweat from the blazing hot sun. As a figured passed by him, Braeden snatched the beer from their hands with a charming grin plastered over his face. “I’d make an excuse as to why I need this, but the guy tending the bar simply refuses to give me any, and you have a face that could coax an entire luggage full if you wanted to. Or maybe this is just my way of starting a conversation with you.” Raising the glass in his hand, “so cheers,” he chimed with a smirk, then pressing his lips against the open bottle.

[wtvrmason-blog]

“You stalking me, Chase?” Mason said, swiveling around on his heel as Braeden snatched a bottle from his hand, “Seriously, mate, taking my shit? I’m assuming you’re going to use my DNA from the bottle to clone your own Mason Shelley.” He reached over and snatched the bottle back just before Braeden could take another drink. “Seriously, if you want a boy toy, just go find your man Roman,” he grinned, pressing the bottle to his lips and downing the rest of the liquid. “C’mon man,” he nodded towards a bar, “let’s go get you your own damn drink.” He lightly slapped Braeden’s back as they walked. “What’re you doing here, man? Don’t you have a fashion empire to run or something?” 

[lindymatthews]

“Well, this is one way of making a comeback..” Lindy said to herself as she walked amongst the ever growing crowd. The music pulsed through her body as she made her way deeper into the crowd, with so many people crazily dancing around her it was hard to not be nudged or pushed a little. She started to loosen up, with a drink in her hand and the music taking over her body. She was off in her own little world, not seeing a someone running through the crowd and before she knew it, she had been pushed to the side roughly and fell into another body. “Ohp, sorry! Some asshole just bowled me over.” Directing the word ‘asshole’ in the direction that the person had run. 

[wtvrmason-blog]

Mason had been front and center for the night’s headliner, and now he was covered in sweat and water. Tiny shiny flakes of confetti stuck to his body as he moved backwards through the crowd, away from the stage and back towards what he’d been referring to as ‘home base’. He piratically swam through the bodies, lifting his arm over this person and that, in order to get through as quickly as possible. About halfway out, a tiny brunette fell into his body, and he instinctively caught her under the arms. Effortlessly, he set her back upright and leaned down slightly, trying to hear her over the thumping bass. “Don’t worry about it,” he shouted, brushing himself off, “are you okay?” 

[hubrlstic]

finding herself in conflict of what she was doing at the festival, renee had retired to one of the lesser crowded bars at the festival, sipping from a glass of ice cold water and watching the act on stage and the crazy crowd from afar not finding much joy in it though, probably to most peoples wonder. she twirled on the bar stool purely out of boredom before recognizing a familiar face nearby. “oh hey. fancy seeing you here.” she said smiling lightly, not wanting to seem like a debby downer.

[wtvrmason-blog]

“leave it to a drug-infested music festival to bring everyone from the valleys together again,” mason nodded, turning to glance at renee over his shoulder. he snatched his bottle up and swiveled on his stool, turning to look at the massive crowd in front of them. granted, mason was happy to be in brazil. summer classes were over, and in the fall he’d be right back into the student routine, but that didn’t change the fact that he missed civilization. he missed los angeles. “not your scene?”

[teenwolfplus]

[sprayberryxchristian]

[hfsgrazia]

“ brasil! la la la la la. amo vocé, gostoso, brasil!” grazia sang, her excitement crystal clear. the blonde was clearly not sober enough to care how off-key she was. brazil was one of her favorite countries and the fact that one of her favorite events was taking place there made her even more ecstatic. her gaze fell on a person and without even thinking, she approached them from behind, her arm wrapping around their shoulder. “ hey! are you the music? i hope i didn’t scare you. want me to buy you a drink?” she offered, genuinely interested in spending some time with the other person, since she hated to be alone for such a long time. besides, her mother had been texting her to come back home quickly so who knew how long she’d stay – so every moment counted for her and she only wanted to have some fun.

[wtvrmason-blog]

mason startled as an arm fell around his shoulders, and startled again when he turned to the side to see a familiar lanky blonde dangling at his side. “christ, grazia, what are you--” he was cut off by her voice. her words was slurring together, alcohol and an accent meshing to make them nearly incomprehensible. “am i the music? i am not the music. sorry to disappoint, but i am not the music,” he reached over and grabbed her face with one hand, squishing her cheeks and turning her to face him, “are you sure you need another drink? what’d they give you? tequila and fairy dust?” he let go of her and shrugged her arm off of him, lifting the backwards hat on his head then adjusting it. he smiled at grazia and reached over to ruffle her hair, “you’ve just gone off the deep end haven’t you, g?” he eyed her for a second then lifted his backpack off of the ground and tossed it over his shoulder, “c’mon. drinks on me.” 

[katiemorganjfc-blog]

By now, they were far enough from the stage and large crowd so that the noises coming from both were nothing more than background noise, though it was still enough to dance to. “You know, it’s been a while, Shelley,” She began, tossing an arm around his neck as she moved almost lazily to the beat of the music. “Your moves are kind of rusty.” The corners of her lips turned up into a smirk, her free hand moving to rest on his neck before her thumb was moving over the stubble on his jaw. It had been almost more than three months since Katie was even remotely close to him and even though it wasn’t in either of their homes, she couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of euphoria that was brought upon her just by being able to look at him— actually look at him, not just through a phone or computer screen. “I missed you though, you know that?” @wtvrmason

[wtvrmason-blog]

Mason grinned at the girl in front of him, his eyes cast downward to keep his gazed locked on hers. “Yeah, well,” one arm snaked comfortably around her waist and the other reached up to grab hers, “you and I both know that I’ve never been one for dancing in it. I’ve always been awful at it. I don’t even like it all that much, but-- I’ve got to keep up with you, so--” His words trailed off as he leaned forward, lifting his gaze to glance at their surroundings as he quickly left a kiss on Katie’s forehead. He pulled her hand away from his face and held it in his, pushing back and giving her a spin before pulling her close once more. “You know the thumping bass and obnoxious rave music isn’t exactly something you can sway to,” he looked down at her once more, and suddenly everything around them was nothing but a blur. The look on her face was pure happiness, and he’d give nearly anything to keep that smile there for as long as he could. The distance was killing them, and he knew it; they’d just yet to find a solution. “I know,” he said softly before stepping away and grabbing both of her hands, “and I missed you. But let’s not dwell on that right now. C’mon. Let’s walk.” He pulled her forward as he took a few steps forward, slinging his arm around her once she was by his side, “You sure you don’t want to just come live with me and Cap in LA?”

[wtvrmason-blog]

call --> katie

K: look at you thinking ahead to what could possibly go wrong. you could go for a walk while we're on the phone. make sure you're back by the time i have to go to class. i could see you as a doctor.. wearin' cute lil scrubs and all that. that's— well, yeah.. i guess you're right about that. it is kind of the same thing. it's normally not for school though so.. kind of different. ah, what? don't wanna get a call that i'm in jail or something? so /he's/ the reason. that's interesting. i am the most terrifying.. clearly. [pause] you know i can't really do that. i've got class.. and i mean, you do too but it's.. it's just hard.

M: half of the time that's all i ever think about, to be honest. if there's one thing i'm good at it's fucking up something good. -- when is that again? because i'd be down, possibly. except la heat is brutal. so-- maybe i'll just walk to the library and do laps around air conditioned stacks. -- i'd make good money, too. though you'd have to get used to me being on an even shittier schedule than i am now. -- you're an art major, katie rose. even when it's not for school, it's for school. -- no, actually. i don't want to get a call that you're in jail, believe it or not. yup. james and i used to raise all sorts of hell. back in our glory days. [sigh] yeah, no shit it's hard. it's been three months, katie.

[icametosucceed]

[hoechlinhale-deactivated2018112]

stop being evil please

[wtvrmason-blog]

call --> katie

K: don't worry, it's okay. why don't you get out for a bit? i can't imagine you sitting behind a computer screen for that long. i'm going stir crazy /for/ you. not sure if he's staying out of trouble, per say. he's been doing well so far though, i think. me? nope. i'm in all kinds of trouble. got in a bar fight the other day, almost got mugged by a homeless man on the way to class one day /and/ i got arrested for my secret drug cartel that i have going on down here.

M: that's a joke. getting out for a bit means getting out for too long, procrastinating, then fucking my grade again. you know my dad's not really a fan of this film thing, anyway, so-- he'd be way happy to see me screw this up and forced into med school or something. c'mon, you sit in front of canvases for hours. it's the same thing. kind of. -- good. he's got a thing for overnight holding cells, so watch it with that one. first time i was ever in the back of a cop car was because of james lynch. -- ah, that's my girl. small but mighty and terrifying, apparently. how about you stop smuggling drugs and smuggle yourself onto a plane and out to la instead?

[braedenchase-deactivated2021011]

“You look like you’ve been dying to tell me something this entire time. I can’t tell if it’s a look of concern, regret, or excitement. Go on, do tell.”

[wtvrmason-blog]

“It’s just the way my face looks, bro. Constantly full of regret. Resting bitch face, I think, is what Maddi calls it. Though I can’t believe you’ve managed to move out to LA. What, exactly. are you doing here?” 

[hubrlstic]

renee groaned lightly as she desperately tried to find an open seat in the small café though everything seemed more or less occupied, that was until she spotted a familar face and an empty chair next to them. she made her way over to the table with her iced latte placing a hand on the free chair. “is this seat taken?” she asked with a smile.

[wtvrmason-blog]

mason had both headphones in, blocking out the noise of the busy cafe as he tried to focus on the work in front of him. he’d read a little, jot some notes down, and then get distracted again for a solid ten minutes. it was a vicious cycle that had been on repeat for hours. hearing a faint voice closer than the others, he looked up only to see a familiar face. he looked to either side of him before pulling his headphones out. “uh, yeah,” he said, mind still in physics mode, “i mean-- no, it’s not. go ahead and take it.” he looked at the girl, narrowing his eyes slightly before adding, “renee, right?”

[romancostas]

the late afternoon sun heated roman’s exposed back as he moved in between markers set up on a flat land of grass. practically every minute he had been in los angeles was spent with his teammates – whether that was training from early morning to evening or hanging out at the local bar and watching the eurocup that was being played overseas. kicking the soccer ball easily past the defence and into the net, roman jogged over to fetch a bottle of water. practise was rolling to a close and he couldn’t help but notice a bystander at the edge of the field. “ here to cheer me on?”

[wtvrmason-blog]

mason pulled the headphones from his ears as roman jogged towards him, pushing his damp hair back from his forehead and giving a wry laugh. “not quite, costas,” he shook his head as he scanned the field, “though, really, i swear your ego gets bigger every damn time i run into you. spending too much time with braeden, are you?” he looked back to roman then lifted his phone and handed it over, tapping the screen. “i was on a run, jogged across the street to grab some water before running back home and,” he raised his eyebrows and looked up again, “sorry to tell you this, but it seems your practice field is a pokemon hot spot. there are like five in this general vicinity.” he let a goofy grin tug at his lips, “it won’t be long before anyone else with that app comes to swarm your practice, mate.”