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happilysmythe · 23 days

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❥ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

mason lohrei.

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"just promise that you won't forget we had it all" — one direction

A/N: yet another lovely request. hope you enjoy :)

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“I don’t want you to go.”

The famous last words.

At least, that was the intent when you dejectedly muttered them to Mason; the man whose relationship with you was anything but simple. He and you had…a summer fling, for lack of a better word. You’d go out as any couple normally would. Kiss. Hold hands. Have him pick you up and have you home by a certain time, even though you only lived a few houses away from each other. The whole ordeal.

But there was an unspoken principle—no labels, no feelings…no heartbreak. Just…fun.

You never wanted it to be that way. Whatever it was that you had, regardless of how he saw it, meant something to you. It was real. And no matter how many times you avoided the labels or claimed to shy away from attachments, you knew deep down that every moment, down to the second, was real.

And when Mason made the move to the east coast, the rule proved to be ineffective. You were heartbroken, to put it plainly, and he didn’t even know, because you muttered those words as he walked out of your arms and onto the plane. And naturally, he didn’t hear them.

Of course, that was months ago. Now, you were mentally preparing yourself for him to come home. You hadn’t seen him and barely even talked to him, if at all. It was a striking contrast to how close you were. To how you used to be before everything went to shit, from him calling you babe to you thinking it was plain stupid. So naturally, you were nervous. A pit lived in your stomach for the past week from the fear of things going awry.

It was only a matter of time before things came to a head.

You sat comfortably on the Lohrei’s couch, talking amongst the group around you—your parents and his mother—as you patiently waited for his arrival. Because of the close bond he and you had as kids, your families became quite acquainted and intermingled over the years. Not to mention that the two of you were practically neighbors. His mom was like a second one to you, and you had been seeking comfort and advice from her since he’d left. That being said, she knew exactly how you felt about her son.

Finally, the front door creaked open. You, along with the others, immediately rose to your feet. In walked his father, then his sisters, and right behind them was Mason himself.

You remained in your spot, standing beside the couch as his mothe ran over and greeted him near the door. The small group talked amongst one another for a few minutes before finally stepping aside and dispersing. You slowly padded over to him and stood still in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Hi,” he spoke softly, face greeting you with a warm smile.

And that was all it took for you to throw your arms around him, enveloping him in a tight hug. When he reciprocated, you relished in the feeling of him again, any previous notions of the first interaction slipping from your mind completely. When you pulled away to look up at him, you couldn’t help but smile back up at him, matching the one he still wore, and you finally parted your lips to speak.

“I missed you, Mase.”

“Missed you more, babe,” he added, hand reaching up to ruffle your hair. The sound of the nickname brought a sense of comfort, of familiarity to your body.

“Hey,” his mom interrupted your moment, forcing your body to turn in the direction of her voice, “why don’t you two take a minute and catch up?” It was more obvious to you than ever that she was urging you to have a real talk with him—privately—so who were you to deny her?

“If that’s okay with the rest of you guys,” you shrugged, motioning toward the rest of his family.

“Take a few minutes,” his dad piped up, “we can wait.”

As the group settled down and your parents conversed with his sisters and father, you and Mason walked out the door. Carefully, he shut the door behind him, and you turned on your heel to face him.

“My house is empty,” you noted softly. “Catch up there?”

“Sure,” he smiled, and you set off.

As you walked down the sidewalk in the direction of your house, you began asking him questions about what it was like in Providence. How the people were, how the food was, the hockey—all you could think of rattled off in the short amount of time it took to get from his front door to yours. He answered your questions happily, even laughing at the sheer stupidity of some of them. He filled you in on some of the guys he met, including a former Michigan attendee, to which you grimaced.

“And Boston has social media pages, so this girl, Elaine, had us making videos,” he noted as you reached the door, slipping the key in its hole. “It was pretty cool. The team is fun. Even got to play with some of the two-way guys. It’s a great environment, you know?”

“I’m sure,” you nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

“And it’s crazy when we go out because some people actually, like, recognize us,” he explained. “Which is sort of weird because we’re just a bunch of guys playing in the AHL but, wow. Especially when we’d go to bars and shit. Crazy how many girls will just throw themselves at you once they figure out who you are,” he laughed.

Of course, the last bit rubbed you the wrong way, even if you refused to admit it. But you wanted to push that feeling aside; to catch up with him as your friend and nothing more, but your gut had other ideas. No matter how hard you tried to ignore it as he continued to speak, you felt the discomfort bleeding into your expression.

“You should’ve seen it. They acted like Johnny was some sort of god or something,” he laughed. “He has a girlfriend, anyway. But even I managed to get some girls’ attention, so that was pretty cool. I even met this one—”

“Mason,” you finally interrupted, brows knit together as his eyes met yours for the first time since you two stepped inside. “Stop.”

“Why, what,” he shook his head, “what’s wrong?”

“This. You,” you sighed. “Them.”

“Them? What, the girls?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, leaning back on the couch cushions. “I don’t really want to hear about your exhibitions, Mase,” your voice broke.

“What’s the problem? I don’t understand, I thought we,” he paused to breathe, “I thought this wasn’t—”

“Oh, of course, it was, Mason! God, it always was,” you sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

“We’re not together,” he said firmly. “That’s what we decided. That’s what it was. Because we knew it wouldn’t work.” He stood up, sighing deeply before continuing as he looked down at you. “I’m in another state. I’m halfway across the country, for fuck’s sake.”

“Do you honestly think that never occurred to me? Do you think that something like that would matter to me that much, Mason?” you asked, surprise lacing your tone as you stood up from your seat.

How could he blame you? Make you think that everything was your fault after being the one to inflict the rule in the first place?

“Everything we ‘agreed’ on was your idea, Mason. Not mine,” you frowned. “And we never even broke up or broke things off, or ended whatever it was that we had before you left. You just. Left.” Your voice was lined with anger. With hurt.

“What was I supposed to think, huh? Honestly, Mase, I’ve known you almost my entire life, and you couldn’t at least have the gall to break it off?”

“We didn’t have anything! Was that not the whole point?”

“It was your idea, Mason!”

“Oh, come on!” he shouted back. “That’s fucking insane! If you were looking for more, then you should’ve just told me instead of fucking around and bottling it up! Christ’s sake, it’s not that hard.”

“You have no idea what it feels like to finally have someone only for them to tell you that what you had meant nothing,” you swallowed thickly. “I only agreed to it because that’s all I could do. Even to get just part of you was enough for me.”

“If you never planned on telling me how you felt, then how could I have possibly known to fix it?”

“Did you seriously expect, after everything that happened, for me to just let you go off and act as if nothing happened at all? Like we didn’t have an entire relationship last summer, just without the name to go along with it? I mean, god, do I mean that little to you?”

You scoffed, “Honestly, Mason, it’s insane that you couldn’t see how I felt about you. Fuck, even your mother knew.”

He huffed. “Come on, babe—”

“Don’t call me that,” you sternly retorted. “We’re not together, remember?”

“Maybe be clearer next time on what you want, then,” he finally snapped.

You collapsed back down on the couch as he turned to leave, pulling your knees into your chest as tears broke through your hardened exterior. When he heard the sound of your sobs, he stilled in your entryway. And finally, it hit him.

You acted that way because you cared.

Before he knew it, his feet were carrying him back over to you. Immediately he sat next to you, arm coming around to pull you in. And even though you wanted to resist, you didn’t, because you just wanted him close to you. It’s all you ever wanted.

“I’m sorry,” he finally whispered, prompting your head to lift in his direction. Upon seeing your tear-stained face, his hand rose to your cheek and used the back to wipe it dry. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you shook your head. “I was out of line. I shouldn’t,” you sniffed, “shouldn’t have expected so much of you. I should’ve just said it.”

“Look at me.”

He took a breath as you turned to align your gaze with his. “When I suggested that, it was for the purpose of not hurting you. Us. I thought that…if whatever we did didn’t mean anything in the long run that neither of us would get hurt when I left. Obviously, I was stupid, because,” he laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “it only hurt us more.”

“Mase—”

“You deserved better than that,” he cut you off softly. “And I know I can be better than that. For you.” He took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss your forehead. “If you’ll let me…I want to pick up where we left off. Pretend like that no feelings bullshit never existed. Because it didn’t,” he took your hand. “I was lying to myself and you when I said it meant nothing. I was just…upset that you never told me because we lost so much time from it when I was already mad at myself for doing the same.”

“I’d like that,” you breathed softly. “And…your side doesn’t sound so bad now that you say it.”

“If it helps, I never did anything with anyone,” he reassured you. “I mean, the girls were cool, but…I guess I kinda violated our little pact, too.” He let out a faint laugh. “I let it matter just like you did.”

“It’s okay, Mason,” you whispered. “You’re good. We’re good.”

“Okay.”

You leaned in and gently pecked his lips, the warmth of his hold enveloping your body when you pulled away, still remaining close. The smile he wore held the same affection it did when he saw you earlier.

“Let’s not, um, keep them waiting,” you finally broke the silence.

“Right, yeah,” he chuckled, letting go of you and allowing you to stand up. He followed suit, staying close behind you as you walked toward the front door. “They’re probably wondering where we went.”

“Doubt it,” you joked, turning the knob. “If anything, they kept talking like we were never there to begin with.”

“True.”

You finally stepped outside and closed the door behind you. Mason’s tall figure came into view as he slid next to you, hand reaching for yours. He laced his fingers with yours, and suddenly you were transported back to the summer, before he left and before everything went south. Where neither of you worried about the future. Where you simply enjoyed each other’s presence above all else.

“I really missed you, Mase.”

He leaned over and kissed the top of your head, then lowered his lips to your ear.

“I missed you too, babe.”

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snorky · 5 months

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As My Broken Heart Falls To My Feet, You Picked Up The Pieces Having Never Hurt Me Anyway

Hey y’all! I hope you all are having a wonderful and blessed holiday season, and if not, I offer some comfort. Mason Lohrei comfort, sweet like hot cocoa, for the bitter winter air. I haven’t been all in the best spirits recently, but I offer you angels with something special. For those who have studied long and hard for school, or those who seek warmth, here is a story I hope you all enjoy. Take care of yourself!

Pairing: Mason Lohrei x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Toxic Relationship (not with Mason), Angst, Stressed Reader, Infidelity/being cheated on (not by Mason), Drinking/Alcohol consumption (of legal age) (let me know if I need to add anything)

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As the finals and midterms approached, the sense of being a false being, an impostor, filled her to the brim. She wanted to have knowledge, the desire to learn and know more, but there was only so much she could cram in before the next week.

A message buzzed on her phone, once or twice, bringing her back to the suffocating dorm room where she sat at her desk, notes and textbooks and pens sprawled everywhere.

When she looked, on the screen was a message from her significant other, who she felt was too overbearing, poisonous.

Nausea flooded her senses, the world seemingly swaying around her, spinning. Her stomach churned, heart sank, but then it all came to a halt. Taking a breath in, her fingers carefully sent out a response, praying to some higher power that it wouldn’t aggravate him further.

He saw her message no later than a few seconds, and sent a reply back just as quick.

After she responded, she set her phone down, forcing herself to refocus on the information of notes and diagrams in front of her, ignoring the outside world.

But again, her phone buzzed, almost angrily, forcing her attention back towards her phone. She didn’t have to look twice to know who it was, her heart kept its guard up well.

Her head swirled in loss, unable to come up with an answer that would satisfy the both of them. There was no solid answer, someone had to be disappointed.

Every time she went to his place, she left feeling just as empty as she came. All take, no give, and she felt like she no longer had anything to give. Her purpose seemed like a lost cause, drifting around on the Earth, seeking for something to fulfill her meaning.

His words cut through her like a shard of glass, broken from a cup. Common, all too familiar, and yet it hurts every time.

She set her phone down and gathered her notes into her bag, seeking a quick escape to the campus library, alone. No phone, no distraction. It was her safe space, and she'd be damned if it was occupied by someone that made her feel like she had to walk on eggshells.

The walk to the library was short, brisk, the cold evening air more apparent with each passing day. It was crowded, common for this time of year when each student suddenly discovered what a library was.

Luck was on her side as she found a seat near the back, empty and unoccupied. Quickly, she made her way through the mass of people crowding around the large tables, and took a seat at the smaller table.

As she reorganized her notes and books, she started to feel more at ease, at calm. All the information seemed to flow smoothly, easily in her mind, all the equations and diagrams making more sense than ever.

“Oh hey! It’s you!”

She looked up, searching for the voice, and her eyes were met with a familiar face from her analytics class. He was always cheery and energetic, a smile on his face paired with his rosy cheeks seemingly every day, a breath of fresh air from her hectic life.

“Oh, hi Mason.” A soft smile appeared on her face. “What’s up?”

His hands were stuck into the pockets of his jacket, emblem of the school’s hockey team embroidered proudly on the upper left of his jacket. “I’m bored, but I also need your help studying for the exams.”

Observing his face, she knew he was an honest man, no lie weaved in his words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I know you’re smart,” he stated with a smile.

She let out a gentle laugh at his words, warning herself not to take it to heart since she was, well, afraid of not meeting his expectations.

“I try, but that’s how it is sometimes,” she sighed. “Come sit, you’re welcome to if you want.” Her hand gestured towards the chair across from her, in which Mason set his bag down beside him as he sat in the chair.

He thanked her as he started to unpack his own notes, careful to not overtake the table. As he started to work on revising and studying his notes, he became stuck, evident in the confusion on his face and his furrowed brows.

She took note of this and tried to help him. “What’s wrong?”

Shaking his head slightly, he set the paper down between the both of them so that she could see the problem.

“How does this like, work?” He pointed towards a question written at the top of the page.

Looking at the paper, she saw a graph with several data points all clustered together in a pattern, as well as an equation written beside it, most likely representing how the data should be represented.

“So the equation represents how the data should show up over a given set of time, and you should first pick two points from the cluster to figure out the predicted trajectory of the data,”

He nodded his head, slowly starting to understand where he should go from there. She watched him as he scrawled down some numbers, using the equation to compare his results.

“Oh, just be careful, the data can switch up if you consider any external factors that might affect the data collected,” she added.

A smile formed on his face once he got the hang of it, the numbers and words making sense. “Thank you, a lot actually,” he chuckled. “I’ve been stuck on this for a day or two.”

Smiling at him, pride swelling in her heart, she spoke. “My pleasure, Mason. You’re always welcome to reach out to me ya’know? You have my email,”

“Mhm, sorry.” He let out a small laugh as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “I just don’t use email often, I’d prefer to text you if that’s okay,”

She nodded in understanding and scrawled down her number on a post-it note, adding a small smiley face in the corner before she handed it to him.

He took the note and smiled at the little drawing, before putting the slip of paper in his pocket. “Thank you,”

Giving him a small smile, she returned her focus back to her own work, calculus problems to prepare herself for the upcoming exams.

They both worked in silence separately, and yet in each other’s presence. It was comforting, the sense of companionship.

Warm, inviting, it was all amazing, and all felt good.

Time flowed by like honey, slow and sweet, and it became late at the time it should’ve, and yet she didn’t want to go. The library was almost empty, few students still remaining.

He looked up at her, not wanting to leave either despite the late time. “Do you mind if we study together again?” His eyes were filled with a look of pure sweetness, a smile just as delicate. “I learned a lot from you, and I think that I’d learn more the next time,”

She smiled back, just as sweetly and twice more. “Of course, my pleasure, Mason.”

“Tomorrow?” A twinge of hope was interwoven in his voice.

“Tomorrow.” She nodded.

The look on his face could only be described as pure in her eyes, the look you’d see on a child holding their favorite stuffed animal, knowing that they’d carry it long into their adult years, never forgotten.

As they packed their bags and parted ways, they looked back at one another, still smiling.

She walked back towards her dorm, the night now dark, and only illuminated by the street lamps. The winter chill crept up on her, only making her move faster towards her destination.

When she opened the door to her dorm, her roommate, her best friend, stood in front of her, a rather concerned look etched on her face.

“Where have you been? Your boyfriend seems pretty angry and has been blowing up your phone,” she said nervously, an awkward grin on her face.

Her stomach sunk, a pit that her heart seemed to fall into. “Shucks, I guess I forgot my phone.” A lie, but it was necessary.

“Good luck, I’m here if you need anything.” Her friend saluted her, in which she saluted back as she grabbed her phone off of her desk.

Text after text was displayed on her phone, each message getting more furious after the previous one.

Carefully, she responded, with as much love and care and forgiveness as a saint would, despite her soul being marred and tainted with fear and doubt.

A few seconds after she sent the text, he called her. Her stomach sunk once more, her skin growing cold and clammy. The phone buzzed in her hand, sounding like a swarm of hornets hurling at her.

As she picked up the call, she anticipated his shouts, filled with wrath and anger, lashing out at her.

And so there was, his rough, gritted voice echoing through the phone, yelling some sort of rhetorical question about her whereabouts, hypocritical when she asked about his evening.

Shortly after, he hung up on her, allowing the silence to sound the other line. Her friend walked back into the dorm room, arms open in sympathy, which she took in the offer for.

“Listen, I’m not telling you what to do, but I think it’s best you drop him,”

She looked up at her friend, not in anger, but in saddened understanding. It was too evident that she was constantly being hurt, being deteriorated by his behavior.

“Just not right now, one day,”

Her friend nodded in understanding and walked back to her bunk while she stood there, thinking. It was a major step, maybe in the right direction, maybe in the wrong, but her foot wasn’t yet planted in the ground.

Nights passed, and it became the day, or rather night before her first exam. Empty disposable cups that were previously filled to the brim with tea were littered all over her desk, her notes scattered around, pens and pencils and highlighters sprawled out.

Her friends were in the library studying together since they had the same classes, as well as a final presentation and paper due, and so it was just her in the shared dorm, alone with the silence.

She had confidence in herself, that she’d do well, maybe even surpass her expectations, but there was some sort of lingering doubt.

Perhaps that doubt was reinforced by the fact that her significant other barely reached out to her at a time when she needed reassurance. Or maybe how he barely checked in on her, despite her checking in on him.

Tears sat on the edge of her eyes, her vision blurring slightly as she wiped them away, attempting to turn her focus to her work.

She wanted, desired, a future where she was at peace. Where she could come home smiling, where she would live without fear of disappointing or angering. What she wanted was to get herself back.

As she began to refocus herself on her work, fueled by some fury to be better, the stress seemed to watch her from afar, but not far enough. It was a false ideology to believe that she was okay at the moment, but nothing felt better than masking it for a little while.

Knocking came from her door, which was odd when she considered that her friends told her that they would be back by nine, not seven. She also considered the fact that her friends would most likely have their keys on them.

Getting up from her chair, she walked to the door, confused.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” A familiar voice responded. “It’s me, Mason, from your analytics class.”

She opened the door, revealing him standing there, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a bag of fancy chocolates in the other. His smile seemed extra sweet, sweeter than it normally was, and his face was flushed with a soft pink tint.

“These are for you,” he said, his voice tender and soft.

Her hand came up to her mouth slightly, attempting to cover up the fact that she was beyond awe at what he had brought to her.

“Mason, what—”

Mason quickly became more flustered, embarrassed by the fact that her reaction was a little different from what he’d expected. “I’m sorry if you don’t like them—”

“No no,” she interjected, walking closer towards him, her fingers lightly grazing the petals of the flower. “They’re gorgeous, Mason.”

His smile came back again, beaming with delight as she took the bouquet from his arms. “Thank you,” he said bashfully. “And I got you some chocolates as well, you deserve some after working really hard on studying.”

Her eyes lit up as she noticed it was her favorite, and she looked up at him. “How’d you know?”

“On the first few days of the lectures, you gave everyone around you chocolate,” he chuckled sweetly, his laugh smooth like honey. “You then turned to your friend stating that these were your favorites.”

She blushed, acknowledging how he was attentive to the little things, as well as the gesture of it.

Looking down at the flowers in her arms, she smiled, but not yet understanding why he gave them to her. “And the flowers?”

“A little birdie told me you were not doing so well, and so I thought you might want something that’d maybe cheer you up,”

He smiled more at the sound of her slight laugh at his response, but he could tell that the look in her eyes seemed heartbroken.

“Thank you, Mason,” her voice broke a little. “It means a lot during around this time, ya’know, finals and stuff,”

His face expressed slight worry and concern at the sound of her voice, not sounding as happy as she seemed. “My pleasure, but may I ask you what’s wrong?”

She looked up at him, suddenly vulnerable and scared, but she trusted him. “Just a crappy personal life, that’s all,” she laughed bitterly.

Nodding his head, he hummed in understanding. “I’m here if you need anything, I can assure you that you saved my butt for that analytics class.” He let out a laugh, in which she laughed as well. “Pretty sure I would fail my exam tomorrow if you hadn’t helped me,”

At this point, she finally snapped, the storm of tears flowing down her face rapidly as she sobbed.

No one had ever thanked her so purely just for helping them. No one had been so kind and sweet to her besides her friends and roommates. Not even her significant other had cared for her this much in a time where she needed it.

“What’s wrong, are you alright?” He quickly took a step closer to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she cried into his chest.

“M’sorry Mason but—” She hiccuped, “I just really appreciate you caring for me like this.”

His hand gently stroked her upper back in a soothing motion as he hushed her, hoping that she’d be comfortable around him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m really proud of you, alright?”

The kind words fell from his lips so sweetly that she cried even harder, knowing that even her significant other hadn’t said anything reassuring in nature to her.

“Mason, I’m sorry but, not even my boyfriend did anything like this for me.” She continued to cry in his embrace, grateful that no one was watching as he walked them both further into the room, closing the door behind him.

His stomach dropped, not for the fact that she had a boyfriend, but for the fact that her boyfriend, someone who was supposed to be kind and caring towards her, couldn’t even do the bare minimum.

“It’s not your fault. You deserve everything, alright?”

She nodded her head, still wrapped in his arms, and her breaths slowly began to become more steady as time passed.

Her friends came back not too much later, smiling and giggling to each other as they saw her wrapped in Mason’s arms when they walked into the room, the both of them asleep in an awkward position, sitting on the floor.

When she woke up the next morning to her alarm going off, she was in her bed, tucked in warmly with little to no memory of how she ended up there. Looking over on the bedside table, she saw the familiar bouquet of flowers with the chocolate from Mason last night, but also a sticky note.

Reading the note, she smiled to herself from the thoughtful message that Mason wrote before he left, with a little smiley face in the corner.

He was always so sweet and attentive to small details, making him all the more perfect. But she knew it would be wrong to think of him as anything more than a friend. Just because her significant other couldn’t take care of her doesn’t mean that she could seek out some sort of comfort. Or at least, that’s what went through in her mind.

But the final and midterm exams came and went, and her stress seemed to slowly let go of the grasp it had on her.

She laughed more, smiled more, and got herself back, with one less thing stressing her out. Her friends invited her out for some drinks and food to celebrate, specifically at a bar-and-grill nearby campus.

“Jeez, it’s cold tonight,” her friend shivered, her hands wrapped around herself.

“Dunno why you didn’t want to bring a jacket then,” another friend said, looking over at her. “The right jacket won’t ruin a cute outfit.”

They approached the bar, the sound of nostalgic Christmas music seemed to flow from the open doors, laughter and the clinking of glass from toasts and celebrations interweaved within.

When they all settled down at a table, neatly tucked into one of the dimmer corners of the place, they placed their orders, in which they all settled on some appetizers. The drinks they ordered came by shortly, multiple glasses of varying shapes and sizes, colors and flavors since they decided to treat themselves.

“Cheers!” Her friend said, holding up her raspberry daiquiri in the air. “Cheers to a new semester of learning!”

They all clinked their drinks together, smiles plastered on their faces in pure happiness. Jokes and banter were shared, their laughter filling the air like fluff, and conversations that seemed so natural.

As they were all enjoying the night, her phone buzzed, and the unsettling feeling crept up on her again.

Looking at the text that appeared on the screen of her phone, she couldn’t tell whether or not she should cry, or laugh. Her significant other was no longer significant it seemed, having admitted to being unfaithful, having admitted to being what she thought he wasn’t.

She laughed, drawing the focus and attention to her at the table as she held her face with one hand, holding her phone with the other. The mix of alcohol in her system didn’t seem to make it all clearer.

“What happened? What’s so funny?”

“He did it,” she paused. “He actually did it.”

All of her friends looked at her in confusion, unaware of the turmoil that boiled within her. She slid her phone to her friends, showing them the messages that he sent to her, the confession of his infidelity. Their faces all turned to shock, jaw-dropped and mouths agape.

One of her friends set their hand on her shoulder gently, “Oh my gosh, are you alright?”

She smiled back at them, almost wrongly for the situation at hand. “I am now, he’s no longer mine.”

As she sent her final text to him, a formal message of separation, she put her phone in her bag, and picked up her drink.

“Cheers to everlasting happiness!”

They all arose in celebrations, toasts, cheers, smiles and all the sorts, fireworks almost sparkling in the air. It was a new start, but especially for her. The world seemed more vibrant now, the fuzzy soft glow of the bar lights making everything all the more ethereal, and it reminded her of Mason.

She smiled as she thought of him, his soft lips that smiled so sweetly and only spoke kindly, his bright eyes when he was passionate, and his laugh that was so contagious.

“Jeez, is it the alcohol that is making you all flustered or is there something else?” Her friend laughed.

“I think she’s thinking about her prince charming,”

“Speak of the devil—”

When she looked up from her drink, her eyes met Mason looking right at her, a smile appearing on his face as he saw her. It seemed as if her prayers were answered by some higher power.

Her blushed face became more blushed, hot on her skin, and her world seemed to become a fuzzy blurry madness. His own face seemed to light up at the sight of her, cheeks beautifully rosy, even in the dim lighting.

She looked back at her friends, their smiles softly encouraging her, beaming with bright pride for her success, and then she wandered off towards the direction of him, his warmth lulling her in.

As she approached him, he seemed all the more soft, no sharp edges or harsh words. He was an angel, more beautiful than ever now.

“Oh, hey you,” he said softly.

She couldn’t necessarily hear him, especially over the loud music, but she read his lips as if it were the first language she ever learned.

“Hi, Mason.” Her lips were upturned in a dopey smile,

He observed her with soft eyes, admiring her seemingly endlessly, her beauty holding him in a trance.

“Are you okay?” he asked with genuineness. “You don’t normally like to drink and go out like this,”

A soft, saddened look seemed to take over her face, her heart searching for why he was so concerned.

“Sorry, I don’t mean it in a rude way, it’s just that you—” His pause made him feel confused at his own words as well, not knowing why he was so worried about her. “I want you to be safe, and I know you’re with your friends, but I just want to be sure,”

She smiled at his sweetness, a familiar pattern now that he seemed to always be the one making her smile. “It’s okay, I’m safe,” she assured him. “I’m single now, he doesn’t have me anymore.”

He stood there, frozen in shock at her suddenness, unexpecting the reason behind her energy being more outward and extroverted.

“Oh—” He paused, not knowing what to say. “Are you alright?”

“Better than ever.” She gave him another soft smile as she tried to move back to her friends, waiting at the table for her, but Mason’s hand gently grasped hers.

“Please stay with me, we can go get some food, another place more quiet, just me and you.” His eyes twinkled with a newfound magic, like little sparklers on New Year’s Eve.

She nodded as a response, her face more flushed than ever with the alcohol in her system, tipsy and woozy. “I’ll go tell my friends, I don’t wanna scare ‘em,”

As she went to tell her friends, he let his own friends know about his whereabouts before he followed behind her, making sure that she’s okay. She quickly pulled out a twenty dollar bill to cover her own drinks and foods’ expenses, setting it down on the table where her friends were.

“M’kay, let’s go,” she said, holding Mason’s hand as she led them both out of the stuffy, noisy bar. He nodded, following her without complaint, happy to see her energetic and lively.

The fresh air was cold and sharp against their skin, making her shiver slightly as it was colder than before when she arrived at the bar. Mason took quick note of this and shrugged off his jacket, placing it over her shoulders.

She looked up at him, a soft, gentle look in her eyes that made him melt into a blush. “Thank you,” she whispered, her breath visible in the air.

“My pleasure,”

They both continued walking down the street, fingers intertwined with each other’s hand, the snow falling down like petals from a flower, flurrying around the both of them like magic in the air. It crunched beneath their feet, the sound familiar to the winter for the both of them.

The light from the lamp post shone delicately, fuzzily on their figures as they walked down the street, the sound of Christmas music flowing out of a nearby restaurant.

She gave a gentle tug on Mason’s hand, looking up at him with wonder in her eyes. It was a newfound magic, to see her so happy, so free from her stress it seemed.

“Dance with me,”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He gently held her hand in his, the warmth between their palms being shared, and placed a hand on her back, pulling her closer to him, which in turn erupted a soft giggle from her.

They twirled around together, laughing, smiling more than ever. She’d never felt so free before, so unbound to any restriction in her life. His heart seemed to grow at the sight of her, free from the weight on her shoulders, and how she seemed to be more heavenly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed.

Her cheeks became more red, a lovely concoction of being enamored, slightly tipsy, as well as the cold air. “You are too, Mason.” She paused for a brief moment, admiring his features, his gorgeous eyes, lips, all that he had. “You’re so lovely,”

Their night was spent full of laughter, sweetness, the sort of things she could only ever dream of, and here it was, a reality. It was a new start for her, a fresh, clean start for her life, a new chapter, new beginnings.

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2 a.m. Cuddles

Female reader x Mason Lohrei

Warning: Fluff

word count: 0.3k

let me know what you guys think🤍

Mason and I have been dating for about 1 years, I am a junior at Boston College.

I was hanging out with him earlier but I came back to my place since I needed to finish some homework and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it at his place.

By the time I finished my homework it was 11:00 p.m. so I went to bed.

It’s now 1:45 a.m. and I can’t seem to fall asleep, all I’ve been doing is tossing and turning.

I groaned and threw my blanket off me, I put on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I grabbed my car keys before making my way out of the apartment and on my way to Mason’s place.

Thankfully mason lives 10 minutes away.

Once I got there I made my way inside with the key that he gave me when we had hit 6 months in our relationship and I made my way to his room.

I opened his bedroom door slowly so I wouldn’t wake him up and made my way on the right side of the bed. I pulled the blanket and got under, before cuddling into Mason. On instinct he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to his chest.

I heard him groaned before reaching over me to grab his phone, He’s usually a hard sleeper so I didn’t think I would wake him up.

His phone lights up and it shows that it’s 2:00 a.m. He turned it off and put it back down before pulling me close and kissing the back of my head.

“Babe, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to sleep at your place tonight?” He asked softly.

“I wanted cuddles” I whispered.

He chuckled.

“You drove here and came into my room at 2am to cuddle?” He teased.

“Yes… and I couldn’t sleep, please just hold me” I whispered almost embarrassed, even though I know he doesn’t mind.

He pulled me closer to his chest if that’s even possible, before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Get some sleep, I am more than happy to give you cuddles” he said.

“Thank you, I love you”

“I love you more”

It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep in his arms.

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snorky · 1 month

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absolutely obsessed with the way you wrote mason lohrei, could you write smth for him again please? 🫶🏻

There Was Salt Rubbed Into My Wounds, And You Washed It Off With The Freshwater River

Hey y’all! And hi hi, and thank you to the lovely requester, I appreciate the kind message :) Here is another Mason Lohrei fic, but this time, a little more angsty (with comfort of course) and perhaps self indulgent. I hope this one is a little better, more put together than the last, and I also hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, Reader with bad romantic history (oops), Misunderstandings, (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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It was late in the night, much later than they should’ve been staying up under the covers, but they couldn’t help it. The tears seemed to run down their face almost nonstop since they let their thoughts spiral, probably from something they could’ve easily avoided if they hadn’t scrolled through old texts.

Their bed felt cold and empty as they sobbed quietly, trying to not wake their roommates up at this hour, and they knew their eyes were going to be puffy and tired by morning.

And when morning rolled around after they had fallen asleep shortly after from what they assumed one in the morning, they felt sluggish and tired, eyes struggling to open at the light that passed through their curtains.

It was a bad habit to grab their phone first thing in the morning, but they couldn't help it. It was a routine that fell into their hectic life, and this was one of the few things that made it feel like the calm before a storm.

They noticed a message from their long-time friend, Mason, bright and centered on their screen, grabbing their attention.

Hey, lunch at 11 in the Main Hall? - Mason

Typing back a reply, their mind wasn’t made up yet and still fuzzy from the night before.

That’s a brunch, not lunch if it’s that early.

Aw, okay. Brunch? - Mason

I’ll think about it, feeling a little tired :(

Okay, see you at 11, I’ll get you coffee :) - Mason

A small smile tugged at the corner of their lips from how thoughtful and knowing he was, having seemingly memorized every little detail of them at the top of his head like a favorite poem.

Slowly, they made their way out of bed, freshening up in the bathroom and changing into clothes that reminded them a little less about the night before, but still cozy and within their comfort zone.

The commute from their dorm to the Main Hall was less than ten minutes by walking, and since winter was just easing into spring, the trees on their route were starting to bloom with softly vibrant pinks and white, fluttering in the air and onto the grassy-green ground dreamily.

It was the little things that made their days a little brighter, and perhaps even reminded them of Mason, all the little lovely things.

Although, they couldn’t risk their friendship over some lingering feelings. It was a lesson, all too well-known, almost a pure resemblance of the fall of Icarus, too close to warmth and then the wings melt away.

A common fairy tale that they ended up getting caught in, over and over again, heartache a taste they knew.

When they arrived at the Main Hall, it was crowded, but not overly crowded to the point where they settled on staying home. Searching through the crowd, it was easy for them to spot Mason, his presence something that they could recognize in a heartbeat.

“Mason.” They spoke his name warmly, having it settled on their tongue like a second home as they sat down across from him.

He smiled sweetly and repeated the gesture, sliding them their go-to coffee order as he did so.

Taking a sip of their drink, they smiled at him, appreciation for the kind act, yet their eyes still felt a little tired. “Thanks for the drink, I would’ve grabbed you a pastry from the bakery down the street but the line looked a little hectic,” they apologized, face hot and tears threatening to form.

The look on his face was gentle and forgiving, something that seemed so fitting for him, a perfect saint. “Don’t worry about it, we can always go together to get a treat, yeah?”

They nodded in agreement, grateful for his patience that was a notable characteristic of his, and yet they always appreciated it, having known too many people with quite the opposite demeanor.

As they both headed out of the Main Hall and started walking towards the bakery side-by-side, the sunlight beamed down warmly on the both of them, much needed after a few weeks of gloomy, rainy weather.

Lost in thought, their mind never seemed to settle, always rushing like a river current, and it felt like forever since they last felt at ease. They always said that they needed a vacation, but they never truly realized how badly they actually needed one.

Assignments after assignments, quizzes and tests and exams, everything seemed to pile up endlessly as they were waiting for the next break like a gasp of air.

Bumping into Mason’s arm, they snapped back to reality, realizing that they almost walked right into oncoming traffic if it wasn’t for him.

“Careful.” His tone was authoritative, but in a way that emphasized his worry. “Are you alright?”

Simply nodding, they didn’t trust their voice to come out as reassuring as they wanted it to be. It would reveal their true feelings, brittle and vulnerable, something they have tried so hard to hide.

And he knew, he knew their little signals by heart. He knew that he shouldn’t try to pry further for now, despite every part of his mind telling him to.

It was a little disheartening for him to be unable to do anything, mainly out of fear of being shut down or coming off as weird, but deep down, he knew that time would slowly pass, and they would eventually open up.

When they both arrived at the bakery, the smell of fresh baked goods was warm and homey, welcoming with open arms. The overhead lights were golden, nostalgic and comforting, but just not enough.

“Which ones do you want, Mason? It’s on me.” They spoke quietly as they rummaged through their bag, searching for their wallet.

He placed his hand gently on their shoulder, causing them to look up at him. His touch felt electric, but in the sense that it grounded them, comfort, but they would never openly admit it. “It’s okay, I’ll pay,”

“No, Mason, I assure you—”

“I assure you, I’ll pay,” he chuckled, pulling out his wallet from his pocket. “I’m not going to end up broke over some treats, m’kay? Let me spoil you a bit,”

They gave a lopsided smile at his wording, still unsure on whether or not they should let him pay. He already got them a coffee earlier today, and they didn’t want to feel like any more of a burden.

He noticed their slight unease, but tried to reassure them once more. “Please?”

“Alright, just this time, okay?”

A bright smile appeared on his face, which in return, caused them to smile as well.

As the worker packed their pastries into a bag, they both stood in front of the cashier, waiting to pay for their food. The silence felt like it was causing some discomfort however, as if it was an omen of something terrible to come, like calm before a storm.

Mason looked over at them, noticing their tired and swollen eyes, noticing how much more dull it seemed. His face warped into concern, searching for a solution, or at this point, answers, the big why to everything. He wanted to make them seem brighter, better. He didn’t want to see them like this.

“You okay? Your eyes look puffy.” As soon as the words fell out of his mouth, he regretted it. A pit fell in his stomach as it churned uncomfortably, and his face was hot in embarrassment.

Their face seemed to freeze at his question as they tried to muster up their voice, hardly audible. “Yeah, no. I’m okay, just a little tired,” they laughed lightly. They tried to wipe at the tears that were forming in the corners of their eyes secretly, but it was little to no use as it was quite obvious.

It sounded more like self-reassurance rather than an answer, and it felt extremely awkward for the both of them as they waited for their food.

His actions, or words rather, had the opposite reaction of what he wanted, and he desperately wanted to turn time back and take his words back.

When the cashier handed them their food, they both left and headed back towards the campus, not speaking for the entire way back. Despite the sound of the busy roads or other campus students chatting and talking, it all felt so false, something was off about it all.

And yet silence hung between them, haunting them as words were unspoken. The tension in the air was disgustingly thick, and it suffocated him, but more so, it made them feel beyond terrible.

Tears pricked their eyes again, threatening to fall and roll down their cheeks to mock them, and their breaths were unsteady, uncertain.

“Hey, um—” Their voice seemed to waver, faltering and crumbling in that moment. “I need to grab something I left at my house, I’ll see you later,” they blurted, heading off in the opposite direction away from him.

Their soul felt crushed and guilty about leaving him within seconds, throwing plans away as if they meant nothing, despite it meaning so much to them, being able to spend time with him.

Arriving home, they went back into their room, tears now rushing down their face freely as they cried. Their body felt exhausted as they tried to lay down in bed, tired and worn out.

The phone buzzed beside them on the mattress, an irritating noise that made them want to crawl under the covers and hide forever as the guilt clawed away at them. They knew it was him texting, trying to check up on them, but they couldn’t bring themselves to respond within the moment.

As their tears eased to a stop after a few minutes, their eyelids felt heavy, causing them to sleep for the next few hours or so until they woke up again.

Mason was calling them, and they debated on whether or not they should pick up the phone, unsure of his reaction to their odd behavior.

“Hello?” Their voice was still groggy and tired, but they tried to clear their throat again.

“Hi, I wanna check in on you real quick. Are you feeling better?” His tone was still caring as ever, seemingly as if nothing ever happened earlier that day.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sorry for earlier—”

“Please, please, please, you don’t have to apologize. We all have our bad days, yeah?” He was comforting and soothing, somehow making their guilt about earlier disappear entirely, a weight lifting off of their shoulders.

They wanted to tear up at how thoughtful and considerate he was, but they held back, appreciating his actions within the moment. “Mason, you’re too sweet,”

“I try,” he chuckled. “But that’s not the point. My point of calling was to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I am okay, Mason. I promise,”

“Good, now please open the front door before your roommates get to me.”

They felt a slight panic before realizing that Mason never really quite cared about how messy they looked, ever, especially within the past few recent years of their friendship.

Opening the door, he stood there with a large bouquet of flowers, plus a few of their favorite snacks, and a rosy cheeked face that screamed how truly flustered he was.

“Listen, please let me in before your roommates bully the both of us,” he pleaded.

Motioning for him to come in, they closed the door after he came inside, and turned around to see him standing there awkwardly, as if he was going to ask a question.

“Mason, what is all of this for?”

He took a deep breath in, face still pink and blushed. “So like, you deserve a good time, and I think that would be dinner for the both of us, and it doesn’t have to be tonight!”

They gave him a skeptical look, unsure of his intentions. “Go on,”

“We can watch movies and relax at home, which is why I brought snacks,” he explained. “Listen, I just think you deserve the best and everything, like, I want to treat you right and not just as a friend, but more,”

Thinking for a moment, they tried to puzzle the pieces together as well as they could, hoping that it wouldn’t be a mixed signal, and that his confession was exactly as it sounded like. “So, a date?”

“Yes, please. That’s what I meant.” He swallowed nervously, afraid and awaiting a response.

“Well, Mason. I think that it would be a brilliant idea,” they smiled, accepting the bouquet from his hands. “Oh, and lucky for us, my roommates are visiting family.”

A smile appeared on his face, “Movie time?”

“Movie time.”

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pleaseee i am begging for more mason lohrei imagines pls pls pls

You Paint The Skies So Beautifully, So Ethereally

Hey y’all, and hello to the lovely requester! Here is a quick Mason Lohrei story that I scrambled up on the last few days of my vacation, so I apologize if this doesn’t seem like my best work (I hope I can make it up sometime soon). But yes, sweetness and fluff is what I feel like indulging in, and I hope you guys enjoy it too with a side of small, lighthearted banter. There was also another Lohrei request, which I will also hopefully fulfill sometime soon. I hope you guys enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None :)

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Sitting in the painting studio, their paintbrush drifted lightly over the canvas, creating lines and details that would soon come to life. The ambiance was warm, but still, the deep blue evening-fading-into-night sky was cold.

It was a quick runaway from their responsibilities, an escape from the fast-paced life that was reality. No shame in self-indulgence.

The front door seemed to chime every now and then, with customers coming in and out, and their eyes never drifted away from the canvas.

Focused on the work in front of them, they wanted to paint something that was similar to Monet’s style, imaginary and fuzzy on the line of dreams. Their palette was covered in all cool tones at the moment, and they hoped to add in a warm color for emphasis later on.

“What’cha workin’ on?”

They were slightly startled by the voice, but laughed it off quickly.

“Oh, just a little painting,” they smiled at the person, noticing that he had soft and slightly reddish-blond hair that fell onto his gentle, sweet face.

Returning their attention back to their painting, he nodded and sat down beside them, prepping his paint brushes and colors that he wanted to use on his canvas.

Looking around the studio awkwardly for a bit, he hoped to find some sort of inspiration that could get him started, but to no avail, for the studio was rather bland with a sad beige, only bright colors and paints on the canvases around him.

He felt a little clueless and lost on where to begin his painting, not sure which colors to use first.

An idea came to his mind, and he pulled out his phone, searching for some Bob Ross paintings that he could try and paint.

He set his phone down on his lap, and started to mix his paints to the right base color on his palette, his brush swirling soft hues of grays, blues, and greens together to create a neutral, sky-like color.

As the brush was painting against the canvas, the beautiful color seemed to leave trails all over the canvas, the painting already coming to life.

They glanced over at his canvas for a quick moment, but their eyes were drawn back, lingering on it for much longer than intended, which caused him to pull his brush away in subtle embarrassment.

“What—is something wrong?”

His face was flushed in a slight, beety-red, which caused them to also end up apologizing in embarrassment, their own face turning crimson.

“No, no, it just looks—” They stumbled over their own words, an awkward mishap that was beyond what they wanted. “It looks really good,”

A few eyes were drawn from people around them, attention grabbed by the slight commotion, but slowly returned back to their own things.

He let out a gentle chuckle, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck before speaking again. “Thanks, I’m Mason.”

They smiled at him, and introduced themselves as well before beginning to work on their painting again.

Silence of words settled between the both of them, soft jazz humming in the air from a speaker somewhere else in the studio.

Every now and then however, they glanced over at Mason, noticing the slight, yet detailed progress he made, while also admiring his features that were a gentle shade of pink that reminded them of clouds against a sunset.

Little did they know, he also looked over too, filled with awe at their work, and how focused they looked, each time he did.

Pulling their paintbrush away from the canvas, they noticed his gaze on their art.

“It’s your turn to stare now, huh?” Their tone was light and playful, causing the both of them to laugh.

He wiped his hand on his apron, and then motioned towards the painting. “Oh c’mon, I can’t admire something that belongs in a museum?”

They blushed and shied away for a brief moment, heart fluttering involuntarily for a stranger that they just met. “Oh, stop it, Mason.”

A smug look appeared on his face, but he too was blushing at the obvious attempt at flirting. “It’s a little distracting if I say so myself, I can’t seem to get my painting done if all I’m doing is admiring your work.”

Rolling their eyes at him while giving a playful scoff, they continued to paint light strokes and dabbles on their painting, hoping to finish it soon, but not too soon since they wanted to stay around him for a little longer.

As time went on, their painting became more and more complete, with smaller details almost finished. They set down their paintbrush on the table, wanting to get up and walk around for a bit before adding the finishing touches.

Mason was still laser-focused on his painting, his hand careful not to make any mistakes, and he was no longer relying on any inspiration, but rather his own ideas and thoughts.

They grabbed water from the complimentary snacks and drinks table near the back, cleaning their hands off on their apron before taking a sip, grateful for the hydration that relieved their thirst that they didn’t know they had.

Walking back, they noticed that Mason was looking up at them, smiling and waving them over.

“You miss me or something?” They sat down in their chair, setting their water bottle down on the table.

“Nah,” he said jokingly. “Also is that paint water?”

They panicked for a brief moment before realizing how illogical his question was. “Mason!”

He laughed at the situation, finding slight enjoyment in teasing them. “I can’t believe you kinda fell for it though,”

“Well, I trusted you.” The words slipped out from their mouth in a way that seemed a little more than platonic, which caused their face to heat up in unwanted embarrassment.

He noticed this, and decided to give a more honest response than he normally would, which was a little bold of him. “I trust you too,” he smiled.

Outside, the night was darker, and the city seemed much more quiet, the studio slowly emptying out as people went back to their homes for the day.

They both finished up their paintings, both beautiful and unique, but they still needed to put varnish onto it to protect it from fading, and so they gave the paintings to the workers so they could pick it up the next day.

“Hey, I really enjoyed talking and painting alongside you today,” he said as they both walked back to the table to retrieve their belongings.

“Yeah.” They smiled softly at his words, heart warming up in their chest, bringing a heated blush to their neck and cheeks. “I did as well, Mason. I really enjoyed meeting you,”

He pulled out his phone nervously, and motioned it towards them. “May we talk sometime again? I’d like to do this—well it doesn’t have to be this—more often,”

Nodding in agreement, they added their number into his phone before they parted ways, and they both left the painting studio that night with rosy-blushed cheeks and bright, hopeful smiles.

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