#masonppara5

Mase: Mason rolled her eyes as he described the girl, not even knowing who she was and already starting to hate her for having Anders so captivated. She clearly saw the nude photo plastered on his screen, and she was beginning to feel extremely self conscious. Mase looked nothing like that girl, and she probably never would. 'That's obviously his type.' She thought to herself. 'Why would he ever see me as hotter than her?' Mason slammed her bottle down on the coffee table and got up from the couch, knowing if she sat next to him any longer, she'd explode. "Fuck you, Anders." She said through clenched teeth, stomping into the kitchen and rummaging around until she found the bottle she was looking for, unscrewing the cap and taking a shot of vodka straight from the bottle. "Fuckin' asshole." She muttered to herself, fighting the stinging sensation in her eyes, knowing she couldn't cry over this with him over. "Why don't you go over to her place, huh? Let her suck you and the rest of your team off so you don't have to sit on my couch and watch The Office all goddamn night. Seriously. Go."

Anders: Anders jumped as Mason slammed her bottle on the table, completely taken aback as she began swearing at him for seemingly no reason at all. It was just a joke. Clearly she knew that, right? He’d teased her about liking girls before, why was this time any different? “Jesus Christ, Mase!” he yelled back, standing and following her to the kitchen. “It was a joke! What the hell is your problem?!” he added angrily, ripping the bottle of vodka out of her hand and holding it out of her reach. “Because I vastly prefer a human being that has a personality and a brain?” Anders replied, contorting his face in a way that implied her question was extremely stupid. Pausing for a moment, Anders shook his head and exhaled to let off a little steam. Yelling wasn’t helping anything and he wasn’t even completely sure why he was getting mad. “Why do you care so much?” he said quietly after a few moments. “You don’t want to see naked photos? Fine. You’ve never complained when I’ve sent you nudes, but whatever, I guess. No more nudes.”

Mase: "My problem is you're sitting here staring at this girl's tits like she's just a piece of fucking meat, dude! That shit's irritating!" Mason yelled, thankful that she was able to think of a reason fast enough to cover the real reason why it upset her. When he snatched the bottle out of her hands, she groaned. He had a clear height advantage over her, so she was done drinking straight out of the bottle for a while. "Or because I've been consistently giving you pussy for months without fawning over what's in your fucking bank account." Mase retorted, crossing her arms across her chest. She bit her tongue to hold back the scream of frustration in her throat, knowing that even now her neighbors were probably even more upset with her and the frequent noise these two made. "How fucking dense could you be, Anders? I'm not pissed about the nudes, I'm pissed at how many girls you have at your beck and call literally all the goddamn time. And you can't even throw the fact that I fuck other people in my face because I don't openly stare at their tits with you sitting right next to me. I have a little bit of fucking decency."

Anders: “Well fine, I’m fucking sorry!” Anders yelled back, letting out an irritated groan and throwing the bottle down in the sink in front of him, thankfully not breaking it. He still couldn’t really understand why Mason was so mad at him. They weren’t exclusive, and as far as he knew, neither of them wanted to be, so why did Mase care whether he was looking at other girls’ nudes? She could have pulled out dick pics and he wouldn't have remotely given a shit. “Oh, yeah, that’s the entire fucking reason I’ve kept you around! It’s the reason why I pretty much hang out with you at least once a day, take you out on dates and sit here with take out and watch the fucking Office with you. All because you don’t say anything about how much money I make!” Anders screamed sarcastically, his blood boiling particularly hot at that comment. How could she not understand how much she meant to him? She was nothing short of his best friend. He loved her deeply, in so many ways, for so many reasons and this was what she reduced their relationship to? “I can have as many girls talking to me as I want to,” he seethed, moving closer to Mason. “And you have absolutely no grounds for an opinion on them either way because it’s none of your concern,” Ders added, gritting his teeth as he stood over her. Feeling his emotions building up more and more each second since the beginning of their conversation, Anders wasn’t surprised when he took his own empty beer bottle off the counter when it had been situated and threw it across the room, shattering it into a million pieces as he pounded his own fist into the counter. “Fine, I’ll give you my phone every time I walk in your door just for safe keeping since I apparently can’t control myself,” he spat. “Fuck. You. Mase.”

Mase: "You always said I had a pretty pussy." Mason commented sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest stubbornly. To him, she must've seemed upset for literally no reason, but she just couldn't tell him how she actually felt. This was Anders - her best friend and the person who happened to be holding onto her heart with a vice-like grip without even knowing it. She stood her ground as he approached her, not even bothering to crane her neck up to look at him, keeping her gaze on the bottle in the sink. "Yeah, I can't police every single girl that wants to throw it back for you. You're not an idiot, it's not like you're gonna turn 'em away." The brunette grumbled, finally looking up at him to raise a brow as a challenge. She jumped when he threw the bottle across the room, watching as it shattered against the wall and scattered across the floor. "You know what? Fuck you, Anders! You're such a goddamn asshole, I don't even know how I put up with you!" Mason yelled, giving him a shove. "You're the biggest fucking child I know, you need to grow the fuck up sometime."

Anders: Tears filled the corners of Anders’ eyes as Mason screamed back at him, his anger, hurt, sadness and loneliness all mixing together as one to form a toxic cocktail of emotions all fighting to spill out at once. All Anders wanted to do was hit something, break something else, go on a rampage. If he was at home he might have done it too, but the small remaining ounces of sense left in him reminded him that that it would not only be shitty to do so, but also might be something that scared Mason enough to completely end whatever fraying remains of a relationship they now had left. The shove came quickly, and though it did little to sway Anders’ large frame, it felt like a complete betrayal, the tears that were formerly fighting to stay away now spilling out of his eyes. Sadness, hurt and loneliness all pushed themselves out in the open at once, anger thankfully taking a backseat to them for a moment. “Mason,” Anders managed to squeak out between sobs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You just mean so much to me...” he trailed off, unable to catch up his breathing with his tears causing him to gasp over and over like a child. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Mase: There was nothing that Mason wanted more than to just wrap Anders up in her arms as soon as he started crying, but she was holding her ground, letting him see how angry she actually was. She couldn't falter - he had to see that his actions always had definite reactions. Plus, she was already too caught up with the idea that Anders didn't see her the way that she saw him, and she had to keep her face stoic to mask her true emotions. She should've saw it coming, after all, she's her mother's daughter. Her mother is still the best person in the world in Mason's eyes, but even her loving and warm nature couldn't keep a marriage together. Why did Mason expect to be any different? "I accept your apology." She whispered, plucking a couple napkins from the holder and handing them to him with a sigh. "I shouldn't have said those things to you, that was fucked up. I'm sorry." Mase murmured, pushing her hands through her hair and pacing about the kitchen, tugging on the strands to keep her own emotions in check. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me."

Anders: “No, n-no. Don’t apologize. Y-you’re r-right,” Anders whimpered, accepting the napkins and wiping his eyes with them. His breath still ragged and his head still running a million miles a minutes, Ders steadied himself against the counter top, closed his eyes and tried his best to remember how to breathe normally. It took him a minute or so to return to a somewhat normal state again, but when he did, he tried his best to go on as if they hadn’t just blown up at each other in their first real fight. “W-where’s your dust p-pan?” he asked, avoiding making eye contact with Mason as he quickly searched the kitchen area, just trying to keep his hands busy so she wouldn’t see them shaking. “In here?” he asked, opening a closet door and easily finding what he was looking for. “Stay over t-there,” he said firmly, taking note of her bare feet. Anders worked quickly, manically, as he swept up the broken glass, completely ashamed and still unwilling to look his friend in the eye. When he had finished, he deposited the bottle remnants in the garbage and made his way back to Mason. “I’m a fucking idiot, Mase. I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking down at his feet. “I can understand if you don’t wanna hang out anymore after this.”

Mase: Mason sighed as Anders started gathering the stuff to sweep up the broken glass, listening to him and staying in her kitchen. Instead of standing, she hopped up on her counter and resting her face in her hands, digging the palms into her eyes to wipe away her tears as quickly as possible. She could tell he was purposely avoiding eye contact with her, and it was breaking her fucking heart to know that he couldn't bring himself to look at her. It was her fault, anyways. If she wasn't jealous over someone she wasn't dating, none of this would've ever happened, but nope. She always had to start shit. "No, don't even say that." Mason muttered, shaking her head and opening her arms for him and pulling him into her chest when he was finally in arms reach. "I was the biggest dick in the world, okay? This was my fault. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She tilted his chin up so they could finally look at each other. "Kiss me."

Anders: The tears came rushing out again as Mason pulled him into her chest. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. The yelling and name calling was one thing, breaking things was another. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault,” he murmured into her shoulder, now wailing. “You’re perfect. You’re absolutely perfect and I was so fucking stupid,” he weeped. As Mase lifted his chin to hers, Anders finally made eye contact for the first time in minutes, his eyes red, puffy and ashamed. He issued a small, quarter second peck to her lips, truly believing she was the absolute last thing in the universe he deserved right then. Sighing, he leaned his forehead on Mase’s an closed his eyes, taking in what he still assumed might be one of their last moments together, just enjoying being close to her for a few more seconds. It was then that his phone started to go off again. Multiple times. He pulled away and angrily charged over to it, hitting the answer but forcefully. “Don’t call or text me ever again,” he seethed into the receiver before hanging up, shutting it off and tossing it in an aimless direction. That was the first moment in the last 20 that he realized his fist was bleeding and swollen from slamming it into Mason’s counter top. “Um, do you have any ice?” he whimpered.

Mase: Mason wiped his tears away when they came, just shaking her head in response. "Not your fault." She whispered against his lips, resting her forehead against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her fingers carded through the hair on the nape of his neck as they enjoyed their small moment together, the anger she was feeling slowly melting away until his phone started vibrating once more. Her arms dropped to her sides when he stormed over to his phone, a little laugh escaping her lips as he told the blonde never to contact him again. "Of course." Mason replied, sliding off the counter to open her freezer, pulling out a small ice pack and getting a clean dish towel to wrap it in so it wouldn't be too cold on his hand. "Here, come ice for a bit. I'll clean it up in, like, twenty minutes." Mason opened one of the cabinets in her kitchen to retrieve her small first aid kit, pulling out an antibacterial wipe and some ointment.

Anders: Anders felt so unbelievably grateful for having a person like Mason with him in that moment. After all of the drama he had just caused, after acting like a dumbass, after smashing things and punching things, she still wanted broken, stupid, lonely him. He winced a little as Mason worked on his hand, the pain finally breaking through to the surface after 20 minutes of straight adrenaline had prevented it from doing so. “You’re so wonderful,” he whispered, watching her work. “I love you, Mason,” he added taking her free hand with his and giving it a kiss. “You’re the most beautiful, sweet, talented, smart, extraordinary woman I’ve ever met in my life. Don’t ever doubt that for a second.” When Mason finished tending to his hand, Anders lead her back to the couch and motioned for her to lay beside him so they could cuddle. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, inhaling her scent as they lay there. “More Office or should we switch to Parks and Rec?” he smiled, massaging her back. This was perfect. This was what he wanted more than anything. 

Mason: Mason knew that despite everything they'd just gone through, there was no way she could stay mad at Anders for long. That was her person - she'd never be able to leave him behind. After he iced, she started cleaning and tending to his hand, being as gentle as possible through all of his wincing and clenching to get him all cleaned up. His words made her smile, but she didn't look up from her task until he took her free hand and kissed it. "I love you." Mason whispered, setting the ointment down once it was applied. "Through it all, I swear I do." She gladly followed him to the couch, tucking herself into his side and sighing softly at the feeling of his lips on her neck. "Let's switch it up." Mason murmured, picking up the remote to change shows, tossing it aside once the new one started. Mase had already forgotten about their stupid fight - she was too content to be laying in Anders' arms and pretending like he was all hers. 'Soon.' She thought to herself. 'He'll know soon.'