“If you’re looking for new art, you’ll have to wait awhile,” Darcy said. “But welcome. Darcy Winchester. What can I help you with?” 

wajtargaryen:

himchanspenus:

Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.

i.e. me

inuysha-link-lover:

algrenion:

i think there should be AU’s and then there should be UA’s

because Universe Alterations would be a good name for when your characters are in the exact same universe but you’re altering just a couple of plot points or a few character traits

[[CAITLIN. I CAN’T PUBLISH THAT ASK. BUT THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU.]]

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masonsethissacs:

darcywinchester:

masonsethissacs:

“I was fine,” Mason muttered, going past her. “You could have just asked Molly where I was. She would have told you.” He went upstairs, desperate to get the smell of sex off of him. It had been enjoyable at the time, but he was finished now, and he really didn’t feel any better. Well, he had, at least until he had saw Darcy.

Darcy went downstairs to her room, locking the door before laying down on her bed. At least he was safe. She had seen that for herself. She could finally sleep, knowing he was safe and sound and back in the house where he belonged. As she let herself drift off to sleep, she couldn’t help but feel a little confused as to why she’d been so angry. She knew he’d been out sleeping around, but that was no different than how he’d acted before. Why should it matter now? 

Mason took an incredibly long shower, deciding that he didn’t want to think about it anymore. He just wasn’t going to worry about it. Maybe that would solve all of his problems. He got out of the shower and took his medicine before going downstairs to his workspace, figuring he would find something to work on or crash on the couch or something.

Darcy woke up several hours later, feeling hungry and still exhausted. She went upstairs to get something to eat and decided to go ahead and cook something for Mason as well. “Molly, tell Mason I’m making dinner,” she said.

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masonsethissacs:

“I was fine,” Mason muttered, going past her. “You could have just asked Molly where I was. She would have told you.” He went upstairs, desperate to get the smell of sex off of him. It had been enjoyable at the time, but he was finished now, and he really didn’t feel any better. Well, he had, at least until he had saw Darcy.

Darcy went downstairs to her room, locking the door before laying down on her bed. At least he was safe. She had seen that for herself. She could finally sleep, knowing he was safe and sound and back in the house where he belonged. As she let herself drift off to sleep, she couldn’t help but feel a little confused as to why she’d been so angry. She knew he’d been out sleeping around, but that was no different than how he’d acted before. Why should it matter now? 

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masonsethissacs:

Mason blinked when she stopped him and said his name like that, completely confused. “What?” he asked, not understanding. He tried to edge around her but it wasn’t that easy. He whined, bouncing on his toes a little. He really needed a shower. He was sure that he could push by her if he really, really, wanted to, but he didn’t want to. He hadn’t had a good dose of his medicine either so he just needed to get up to his room as quickly as possible. “Can this wait? I really need to go to the bathroom.”

Darcy crossed her arms. “You expect me to wait? I’ve waited all damn night for a phone call at least,” she said, her face hot with anger. “I can’t believe you stayed out all damn night without so much as a phone call. I’ve been worried sick! I couldn’t even sleep! Mason, you’re my best friend. I thought you were dead. I can’t believe you!” She uncrossed her arms. “Yeah, just go. Just go upstairs. I can’t even look at you right now.”

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masonsethissacs:

A few days later, Mason didn’t really feel any better. Dress shopping with Darcy had been incredibly boring and difficult if anything. He had put on a brave face and kept his composure through the whole thing though. He doubted Darcy could even tell that he was uncomfortable or unhappy. He knew he would get over it eventually. He had always known that this was going to happen. She was going to have to move on with her life and out of his. He didn’t really expect her to live in his house and take care of him forever, so he didn’t know why he was so disappointed.

So he went out. He did what he always did to solve his problems. He drank and danced and ended up not coming back home that night. Instead he crashed at his downtown apartment with a few incredibly attractive young ladies. He woke up the next morning feeling incredibly satisified with himself and his night. They made him breakfast, which was definitely a plus, and that of course led to more sex. He didn’t get home until almost two in the afternoon, though he really didn’t see why it mattered that much. He went straight upstairs to take a shower, because after all of that he definitely needed one.

Darcy was worried sick. She knew Mason hadn’t really enjoyed helping her find a dress, and while she’d found a perfect fit, the smile hadn’t quite reached his eyes when she’d showed him. 

She was currently sitting at the kitchen table, hand wrapped around a mug of coffee. She hadn’t slept at all. He’d gone missing—or rather, she had a general idea of where he was, but she hadn’t heard from him all night. She looked up when she heard a car door slam outside and felt pure rage filtering through her. “Mason Seth Issacs,” she growled, standing up. He wasn’t getting past her so easily.